“Sweetie, darling, have you seen my fern green fabric?”

“Did you check the top shelf yet?”

Rarity lightly smacked a hoof against her forehead as she saw the fabric in question, clearly visible (although not in its proper spot).

“Thank you, Sweetie!” she called. “How in Equestria did it end up there?” She levitated down the fabric, quietly humming to herself as she began cutting and measuring with a practiced precision. The front bell let out a chime. “Just a minute!” she sang, finishing up the last few stitches she was working on.

“Hello, welcome to- Ah, hello! I was wondering if you’d stop by. What can I do for you, Mr…”

“Just call me Blue,” he replied, offering a hoof. “Are you particularly busy? I’m trying to get a feel for the town, and if it’s not too much trouble, I’d love to sit down and have a talk.”

“Oh, not at all! I’m not expecting any major clients today. In fact, I was rather expecting you would drop by. Come, we’ll have some coffee and you can tell me how you’re liking Ponyville so far.”

“Who’s here, Rarity?” came a voice from upstairs.

“It’s that blue unicorn from the forest, Sweetie. He says he’s getting a feel for the town, so we’re going to talk for a bit.”

“The one you said was creepy?”

Rarity flinched, then glanced at Blue.

“Well, I—I hardly think that’s an appropriate way to speak about our guest, is it?” She faked a smile and turned to Blue. “Don’t mind her, dear, she’s just making a little joke at my expense. You know how foals are.”

“I’m not a foal, Rarity!”

Blue slowly nodded. “Why don’t we have that coffee, hmm?”

“Yes, quite.” She began leading him toward the kitchen.

“Is he going to be staying for long? I think he’s weird too.”

“Ehem—Sweetie, dear, why don’t you go down to Sugar Cube Corner for a bit? I’ll lend you some bits.”

“You’re just trying to get rid of me, aren’t you?”

Rarity groaned in frustration as she filled two coffee mugs in her magic. “Sweetie, please, you’re disrespecting our guest.”

“Fine, but I’m getting a double malt from Sugar Cube Corner.”

“That’s all right, Sweetie. Enjoy your treat.”

There was a pause.

“I’m getting a box of cupcakes too.”

Rarity gritted her teeth. “That’s all right. Enjoy your treat.”

“And I’m also getting a-”

“Don’t push your luck, Sweetie.”

“Okay, fine, I’m going. Enjoy your grown-up stuff.”

The sound of hooves could be heard walking down the stairs, followed by the chime of the bell as the front door opened and shut, just as the loose bits she was floating were snatched up by another magical aura. Rarity cleared her throat and sat down.

“Such a dear, but she can be a bit of a hooffull sometimes. Now, why don’t you tell me a bit about yourself, Mr. Blue?”

“Just Blue is fine. I am a collector of sorts, travelling across Equestria in search of rare potion ingredients. You know, it’s amazing what you can do with brewing when one is provided with the right materials.”

Rarity raised an eyebrow. “Really now? Do tell, Blue. What sorts of potions have you made in your travels?”

Blue coughed. “Well, I’ve invented several brews to help with certain, ah, ‘intimate functions’, as it were. Ponies will pay top bit for that sort of thing.”

She raised an eyebrow, her mouth unmoving and unreadable in a practiced expression.

“Is that so? That’s certainly quite interesting, if I do say so myself.”

Blue grinned widely, his shoulders relaxing into his chair as he reached for his bag.

“Yes, it certainly is. In fact, I happen to have one with me. One of my latest creations, requiring a sample of snapping fern, native only to the Everfree Forest.”

“And tell me, what exactly are the effects of this ‘creation’? Out of curiosity, of course.”

Blue chuckled. “Well, the effects are most pronounced in pegasi. Being especially sensitive to certain remedies due to their unique physiology, it stimulates the erogenous zones along their flight muscles, leading to a near constant sexual arousal.”

“And in unicorns?”

“I never thought you’d ask.” He leaned closer, placing the bottle between them. “In unicorns it heightens the connection between the user’s magical abilities and arousal. I don’t suppose you’ve ever dabbled in telekinesis play before, hmm?”

A hint of a smile made its way across her face. “Come now, Blue, such talk is best left for the bedroom.” She conspicuously opened the bottle and emptied a generous dose into her coffee. “Perhaps I could give you the tour later, no?”

“Yes, that does sound most enjoyable. Such a talented mare in the aesthetic, I would be honored to see what you’ve done with such a space.”

“Hmm, a flatterer, I see. You know what they say about flattery, don’t you?” She winked. “They’re wrong.”

“I see. Well, perhaps you’d be interested to know that I’ve never met a more beautiful mare in all my travels. The way you present yourself is simply astounding.”

“Now you’re just doubling down because I told you it worked. Which it does.” She tittered. “Any other samples of interest in that bag of yours, darling?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” He reached down and began rummaging through his bag, and as he did so, Rarity discreetly activated her magic. “Ah, here it is.” He presented her with a small vial of a strange white liquid. “My personal favorite—a classic, as it were—is the refractory potion, allowing a stallion to go all night long if he so desires.”

“Is that so? I do enjoy stallions with a certain… stamina to them.” She leaned across the table to place a hoof over his.

“Perhaps I could demonstrate its abilities right now.”

She brushed him back with a wave of a hoof. “Come now, darling, there is a certain decorum a lady of good breeding must maintain.” She flashed him a wink and a smirk. “Besides, we haven’t even finished our coffee.” Maintaining eye contact, she brought the mug to her lips and held it there for several seconds. “Mmmm, just heavenly.”

Blue did the same, taking a swig of coffee. As he did so his eyes widened in alarm, and he spat out what he hadn’t already swallowed.

“Something the matter, darling?” asked Rarity with a smile. “Surely you wouldn’t want to disrespect your host by rejecting the coffee I’ve graciously provided for you.”

“I… Did you…” He was breathing heavily now, sweat beginning to bead on his forehead.

“Yes, darling? Something on your mind?”

“Did you… Switch the…”

“Please, darling. An aphrodisiac salespony? Surely you’re aware of how widely available such things tend to be. No, one does not travel to the Everfree Forest for a simple boost in the lovemaking department. The only ponies willing to pay top bit are those looking for a potion that does a little bit more.” She leaned in closer, staring directly into his eyes. “So tell me, Mr. Blue: exactly what does that potion really do, and where are Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash?”

Blue squeezed his eyes shut. “I… I don’t know what—what you’re talking about.”

“Really? What a shame.” He let out a yelp as she wrapped his stallionhood in her magic, giving it a gentle tug and silently slipping a magic inhibitor over his horn. “I was hoping you might know where I could find them. You see, nopony has seen them in the past few days, and their friends are getting rather worried, myself especially.” She gave him another tug, eliciting a sharp moan.

“I don’t… I don’t know…”

“Well, I do find it odd that Rainbow Dash disappeared the day after your arrival. A strange coincidence, no?” She expanded her magic to include his testicles, making him moan and almost tip his chair over. “And I heard that the day Fluttershy disappeared, a certain somepony saw you heading toward her cottage. Another curious coincidence, wouldn’t you agree?”

“I- Hah! I was just collecting herbs! In the Everfree!” Rarity fluttered a thin strand of magic across his tip, making him tense up and cry out. “P-Please, more! Oh, that feels so good!”

“Mmm, well you did ask nicely.” She reached out with her magic to encompass both of his balls, earning another groan. She suddenly squeezed, hard, and the groan turned to a sharp cry of pain. “But you haven’t been honest with me, have you?”

“All right! All right! I do know where they are!” She relaxed her grip on him, her expression unchanged. He took deep breaths, taking several seconds to regain some semblance of composure. “Look, I’ll tell you, but you have to do something for me, okay?”

“I’m listening.”

A lecherous grin spread across his face. “You have to make me cum. Yeah that’s right, I wasn’t kidding when I said you were beautiful. Absolutely stunning. And I want to see what that beautiful face looks like covered in cum. I’ll bet you’d enjoy it too, wouldn’t you? Under that pretty exterior you’re an animal.” The grin grew wider. “Feeling that coffee kick in yet? I saw you. You want this just as much as I do. We both want it, so what’s stopping you?”

No poker face in the world, not even Rarity’s, could hide the look of complete and utter disgust and disinterest that came over her. It was only through sheer force of will and well-trained decorum that she managed to keep her eyes from rolling entirely out of her head.

Slowly, as if speaking to a small foal, she enunciated, “I don’t think you’re quite as smooth as you think you are, darling.” He suddenly realized with no small degree of alarm that his hooves were tied to the chair by ropes made of some sort of fabric. He tugged at the restraints feebly, finding them much stronger than they appeared at first. Rarity released her magic from his shaft, but left just a bit on his testes as a warning.

“Now, I may have to do adjust things just a smidge depending on what it is exactly you’ve given yourself. My first guess was roofies, but you don’t seem any more tired than before.” She squeezed gently, earning herself a pitiful yelp. “Aphrodesiacs were my next guess, but that seems far too subtle. Full offense intended, but I think you’d need far more than that to ever get a mare to bed. You are sorely lacking in equipment both upstairs and downstairs, as it were.” She leaned forward, the serenity of her voice and unwavering unreadability of her face both terrifyingly steady as she moved her face so close their muzzles were practically touching. “Tell me, Mr. Blue; what have you done to my friends, and where are they now? Choose your next words carefully, darling, because it’s entirely possible they’ll be your last.”

A little dribble came from his tip as he desperately tried to avoid pissing himself right there on the chair. A pathetic whimper came out of his mouth.

“It’s just a bit of mind alteration, that’s all! They’re both safe in the Everfree, I just gave them another potion to keep them under!”

She released her grip on him and he breathed a huge sigh of relief.

“A wise choice of words indeed, Mr. Blue. If they weren’t safe, I don’t think you can begin to imagine how painful your death would be.” She turned to the counter, hefting a saddlebag she had already prepared. “Now, if you would kindly-”

A sharp sting hit her flank, causing her to let out a gasp of surprise. Her carefully maintained poker face fell to reveal one of pure, demonic rage as she saw the tiny dart embedded in her, turning to face him once again. This time he really did piss himself as she stormed back over, levitating the chair with him on it into the air.

“You. Have made. A mistake,” she hissed. The straps around him tightened mercilessly, cutting off circulation to his hooves completely as she carried him upstairs, hitting his head against each step along the way. “We’re moving to the bedroom now, since I doubt you’d be polite enough to keep your blood away from where customers might see it.” She slammed him against the wall, adding a sickening bruise to his side with a thud. He was lucky nothing broke, although that wasn’t much comfort.

Entering the room, with skill and grace she chucked him between the canopy and mattress of her bed, cracking his head against the headboard, sending stars through his vision in a daze. The back of the chair had let out a painful crack as it split in two, giving his legs just enough space to move that he could wiggle them.

Rarity untied him from the chair, briefly giving him a glimmer of hope before attaching him to a much larger, and much stronger, set of ropes around the side of her bed. He lay face-up, and while in any other circumstance he might be excited to have his stallionhood so exposed on a mare’s bed, the fact that she had chosen that position in particular did not bode well for him or his chance of any future foals.

“Go on. Tell me all about how interesting it is that I have this equipment already. I dare you.”

Blue shook his head desperately.

“Good answer.”

She made her way to her work table, pulling out a large collection of sewing needles. She considered them carefully, then paused for a moment, replacing them gently to their drawer. She turned her head, a maniacal grin plastered across her face.

“Mr. Blue, do you like to have your way with mares? Simply ravage them? That is why you came here, is it not?”

A smile began to grow across Blue’s face, the shocked terror draining away as he lay on the bed.

“Of course I do. I think it would be every stallion’s dream to simply dominate a beautiful and sexy mare like you.”

“Ohhh, I’m so glad to hear that.” Her voice dropped to a husky whisper as she approached the bed. “It just makes you feel so powerful, doesn’t it?”

His stallionhood began to harden, and he nodded slowly.

“Yes, it does.” He lidded his eyes. “I would do such naughty things to you, Rarity. I would make you mine, force you down and show you who’s in charge.”

She hopped on the bed, trailing a hoof across his chest.

“Tell me, have you ever tried anal before? I hear it’s just wonderful for those of a submissive inclination.”

Blue grinned wildly.

“I haven’t. Maybe you could… Give me a little experience.”

“I’m glad you think so. I’m so glad, really.” Rarity’s grin turned murderous as her horn began to glow. Blue’s smile dropped to a look of horror as an enormous dildo, at least a third of a meter long, emerged from behind the bed. He twisted uselessly as the straps around his legs tightened painfully, leaving him entirely helpless as Rarity cooed above him. “It’s so good to get consent before trying anything in the bedroom, isn’t it?”

She began lathering a generous amount of lube across the massive cock as Blue struggled like a fly caught in a web against his restraints. He tried to clench as hard as possible as she brought the tip up against his backdoor, tensing his entire body in vain as he felt the slick cold against him.

Her cheeks had flushed red, and though she tried to hide it, her breathing was growing less steady. Although she tried to regain her composure, her once unshakable poker face had started to crack. “I probably don’t have much time left, do I? I can feel whatever you stabbed me with back there taking effect. A bit like one too many ciders.” She laughed, a hollow laugh that was entirely without mirth. “That’s probably why you’re not dead yet, isn’t it? I hope you realize how incredibly lucky you are to be alive.” She scrunched her face as if in pain, taking a deep breath to steady herself. When she opened her eyes again, her face had twisted to a snarl. “So it is with the utmost sincerity that I tell you: I hope this hurts.”

She slammed as hard as she could into his anus, a scream of pain splitting the air as the artificial cock buried itself halfway into him.

“Good.”

She pulled it back out painfully slowly, twisting gently as she went. Blue writhed on the bed, occasionally letting out a gasp as she dragged the process out for as long as possible. The tip of the dildo hovered just barely inside him, while he let out a tiny squeak as his entire body tensed in anticipation.

“Wait wait, isn’t there something I-”

“No.”

She slammed it back in, another cry breaking the air as the huge, slick cock made its way into him, a little bit farther this time. She moved to look him dead in the eyes, mere centimeters away from him. Her face showed no weakness, but the slight shake of her body betrayed how hard she was fighting to keep it that way. His cock twitched and began to grow as it lay against Rarity’s soft fur, brushing against his tip with a thousand tiny tingles.

The base of their horns briefly touched while she leaned over and Rarity shivered. Her magic faltered for just a moment, and she fought to keep in a soft gasp. The poison this devil had injected was working its way through her system and clouding her mind, and she could feel her grip on reality loosening. She held on for dear life to her searing hatred of the stallion under her, gritting her teeth and redoubling her magical grip on the cock she had buried inside of him, pushing as hard she could. He would feel every centimeter of silicone inside of him, squirming underneath her. She still had power over him, and she’d make him regret what he’d done to her friends. He deserved to suffer. She relished the idea of watching him cry out again and again, powerless to stop her revenge.

Her horn erupted into overglow, bathing the room in a soft blue as she laughed. She poured her magical energy into him, and finally the massive dildo slid the last few centimeters into him with a wet shlock. He cried out and trashed, and a wave of satisfaction flowed through her as she twisted it inside of him. The pleasure was overwhelming, close to orgasmic, and she leaned down to grind her pussy against his now fully erect member. She sucked in a breath through her teeth and pulled the cock back just a bit to give him a sense of hope, then jammed it back in to see him yelp again beneath her.

She was just barely holding herself back anymore. The sight of this monster beneath her, flinching and writhing, hopeless to stop her as she churned and ravaged his insides, drove her crazy. She ground herself against his dick, denying him the chance to slip inside as she pleasured herself with him, making him her toy.

“P-Please! Let me cum, I’m begging you!” His desperate cries sent her over the edge as pleasure overtook her mind, flooding her with waves and waves of ecstasy and blocking out any other thoughts that were still lingering in her head. She groaned and shuddered atop him, one hoof moving to desperately rub her clit while the other was stuffed into her mouth, doing little to hide the dripping wet moan that escaped her. She thrashed her tail and stuffed the dildo into him, smashing into him again and again as she rode out the powerful orgasm that wracked her body. Finally, as she let out a final powerful thrust against him, his dick slick with her lubrication, she pulled the dildo out from him in a slow, sensual pull and collapsed on top of him, still twitching with aftershock.

This was, evidently, all that Blue needed as well, and she felt a damp jet of sticky cum shoot forward to coat her underbelly, the poor stallion shuddering and groaning under her as he released.

The two lay there breathlessly panting, Rarity lazily hugging his splayed form, their chests connected by a thin line of warm cum. His softening member felt so right against her belly, a small damp spot forming on the base of his cock where it lay against her. She shuddered, twitching her hips to rub against him just a bit.

She sat back up on him, her horn glowing for a moment to unclasp his restraints. Blue relaxed immensely, rubbing the spots at the base of his hooves that had been chafed raw as he let out short gasps of relief.

Rarity smiled at her exhausted stallion under her. He was her stallion; she’d made that abundantly clear. She licked her lips hungrily, grinding against his wet dick.

“I hope you’re ready for another round, darling. You got me all worked up, it simply wouldn’t be right to leave me like this.”

She swirled a hoof against his tip, but it stubbornly refused to grow. Try as she might, it refused to do much more than flop uselessly against his chest.

“Rarity, I’m- You know I’m really tired after… that. Maybe we could just go to bed?”

Rarity rolled her eyes and tsked.

“Stallions. Absolutely hopeless. You could do some of the work, you know.”

“I was tied up!”

“Oh come now, that’s hardly stopped me before, has it?” She rolled off the side of the bed, picking up the slick silicone cock that had fallen to the floor in her magic. She rolled to her back on the bed, spreading her hind legs to expose her pussy, still wet from the last orgasm. “Tongue or toy. Pick one.”

Blue struggled to his hooves, reaching out with his magic to take the toy from her grip. Rarity nodded.

“Of course, it would have been preferable if you lasted longer.” She shook her head. “I remember you having a bit more stamina, darling. But I suppose we all have our off days.” Hold on, this was their second round, wasn’t it? She was sure it was, but she couldn’t quite place the first. Was he really that forgettable?

Blue brought the giant horse cock to her lower lips and slid them in quickly, slipping past with ease and earning a short gasp.

“I suppose foreplay is a mere formality you’ve decided to forgo then?”

“O-Oh, right.” He slid the cock out of her again, rubbing it against her labia slowly. It was… Well, it was good enough. Really, he could be adorably clueless sometimes when it came to pleasing a partner, but luckily she was here to teach him. She usually went for a more experienced kind of stallion, but Blue? Blue was worth it. He was just so… Something.

Hmm. There was definitely something about him, she was sure of that. Otherwise she wouldn’t be here trying to teach the concept of pacing to him like a teenage virgin. He was a project. Yes, that was it. She planned to teach him about these things, and they’d both end up better for it. She’d make him into a perfect lover in no time; he’d already charmed her with his sweet innocence, and he was certainly packing in the girth department. Well, it was more about how well he used it. It wasn’t all that special. Such a shame that he’d blown his load so early; toys were just never the same. Wait a second, was it really skill? That didn’t make any sense. That’s why she was teaching him in the first place. It was all very confusing.

It was at this point that she realized she’d completely zoned out. He hadn’t really gotten a rhythm going; just rubbing the same spot raw, really.

“Blue, dear, I don’t think you’ve quite got it. Try getting my clit a bit more, and change up how deep you go.”

Blue cocked his head to the side.

“What’s a clit?”

It take a few moments for her to comprehend his statement. Surely he was joking, right? No, he didn’t seem to be. Once she realized how dead serious he was, she facehoofed so hard it hurt. She’d have a headache tomorrow morning. It would be hard to exaggerate the level of exasperation on her face.

“Are you bucking kidding me?”

He flinched back.

“Did- Did I say something wrong?”

She sighed.

“No, it’s- Well, yes. You can be very clueless sometimes, Blue. This is one of those times.” How had this never come up before? It’s not like this was their first time together.

Never mind. She drew herself up straight against the bed frame and pointed with a hoof, putting on an air of professionalism to avoid embarrassing him any further.

“This is a clitoris. Indispensable when pleasing a mare. I’d suggest learning its location if you wish for future success in the bedroom.”

“Oh, so it’s like, really sensitive?”

“Yes, that’s correct. Very good.”

They looked at each other for a few seconds. He blinked.

“Ehem. Might I remind you that this is a ‘hooves-on’ lesson?”

“Oh! Oh, right.” He set the large dildo to the side and got his hooves to work, rubbing with both front hooves in a much more pleasing motion. She even allowed herself a few immodest moans when he brushed over her clit. It was good to give him encouragement, after all.

Just as she was starting to get into things, he paused, lifting his head in confusion. She stifled a grunt of annoyance as he spoke.

“Rarity, I just remembered I brought some potions for this occasion. I’m not really sure why I didn’t bring them upstairs though. May I go get them?”

She shook her head affectionately. What was she going to do with him? What a silly stallion.

“Go ahead, darling. Just be quick. It’s impolite to leave a lady waiting, you know.”

She idly played with herself as he ran off to fetch his potions. That’s what made up for it, wasn’t it? He had potions to fill in the gaps. Now she remembered why she was into him.

True to his word (hers, really), he arrived back quickly holding a pair of bottles in his magic.

“I found them! This one here explains why I was having so much trouble earlier! It’s a- well, it helps with, you know… Going longer.”

“A refractory potion? That certainly does explain a lot.” She wasn’t quite sure where she’d heard the term, but it certainly seemed right.

“R-Right.” A thick blush came across his face. Cute. His voice quickly switched back to eager excitement. “This one though! This is the real star of the show! It’s a special brew I made up just for us. It’s a mix of aphrodisiacs, love potion, a hint of fertility potion, and…” He frowned. “For some reason I think there’s some memory alteration stuff in there as well. I can’t quite remember why though.” He shrugged. “Oh well. I’m sure I put it in there for a good reason.”

Rarity hummed, beckoning him over with a hoof. “Oh, I’m sure it’ll be wonderful, just like all the others you’ve made for us.” She floated the “special brew” over and uncorked the flask. As Blue downed the refractory potion she took a prim, ladylike sip. The effects were quite pronounced; a smooth warmth spread through her body (especially towards her nether regions), and as a hazy cloud made its way into her head she happily accepted it. She was here to have a good time, wasn’t she?

She gasped as the potion flared up her lust, setting her hoof to work again. She handed the flask to Blue and he took an equal sip, a shudder going through him as his cock worked its way back up. The effects of the potions were quite pronounced now; her hoof grew more fevered as she sucked in a breath, desperately pressing against her slit to keep the growing fire inside her at bay. He hadn’t been kidding when he said he added aphrodisiacs: she was getting close before they even started! In fact, she felt herself building, getting dangerously close to the approaching edge.

She let out a long moan as she brought herself over, panting as she most likely ruined the sheets, pressing deep inside herself as she twitched before finally coming down. She panted, looking up at Blue, who had begun stroking that wonderful cock of his right in front of her.

“I hope you’re ready for more, Rarity.”

She panted as she smiled back at him. “Blue, darling. Have you even met me?” She rolled over to her belly, sticking her ass into the air to put her luscious curves and dripping slit on full display for him. “I haven’t even been rutted by my big, strong stallion yet.”

She cooed in delight as she felt that big, strong stallion climb on top of her. He let his hard cock rub up against her folds without putting it in, teasing her and building up the pressure to the point she could hardly stand it anymore. She let out a pleasured shriek as he brushed up against her clit, muffling the thoroughly unlady-like noises coming out of her by burying her head in a pillow. He teased his tip against her entrance, sending sparks through her as he slowly pressed into her.

Whatever was in this potion of his, it was driving her absolutely crazy. Every thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body, every time he brushed along her back sent a rough wave of satisfaction through her. She was so full, so complete every time he thrust into her, and the scintillating bolts he was shooting through her shot her to the edge as she tightened herself against him for just a scrap more of pleasure, rocking her hips back against him as she teetered along the brink of ecstasy.

She practically screamed as his hot cum flooded into her, filling her depths and making her more full than she’d ever imagined possible. She thrashed and moaned, shuddering underneath him, shoving her head down as far as she could. She panted as she slowly came down, shuddering as aftershocks rippled through her and the last jets of cum spurted into her.

As he began to withdraw from her the fire in her ignited once again at full force. It was far from enough; by Celestia, she needed so much more. She whirled around with acrobatic precision, shoving him to the bed as she straddled him. The look of shock on his face turned to one of pleasure as she lowered herself onto him again, rocking back and forth. That refractory potion was a lifesaver; despite dumping a generous load of cum into her, he hadn’t softened for even a second. In fact, was he even harder now?

Her eyes lolled back as she ground him into the bed, a wet slap sounding through the air every time he thrust his hips up to meet hers, her back arching as she cried out in pleasure. The pleasure was intoxicating, her mind numb to anything but the searing hot rapture thoroughly flooding her every inch.

She could feel herself building up to another climax, rocketing towards the release she craved. She thrust harder, again and again, leaning against the bed for support as she pounded him into the bed mercilessly. She shuddered and squealed with glee, the delirious pleasure overtaking her once again as she collapsed onto him in shuddering, pulsing orgasm. She clenched desperately around his cock, feeling the wet warmth of his cum that she’d kept inside her, slickening everything even close to their lower bodies.

She sat up on top of him. Or rather, she tried to sit up. Her head still swirling in bliss, she lost her balance and fell to the side, his cock slipping out of her with a wet shlick. She let out a whine at the sudden emptiness and moved to replace him inside of her, but quickly got a better idea and moved to the side to envelop the huge dildo that had been sitting to the side in her magic. She shoved it into her slit, letting out a giggling gasp as she moved over to Blue’s mouth-watering cock, slick with their combined lubrication. She eagerly shoved it into her mouth, throating down to the hilt and beaming as she heard a desperate cry escape him. She shoved the dildo into herself in time with her violent head bobbing, taking him over and over again until her throat was raw.

She moaned against his cock as she felt her glorious peak approaching yet again, the vibrations from her throat sending him thrashing against her, shoving his cock into her mouth roughly over and over. She was pushed over the edge as she felt the salty taste of semen shoot past her tongue and straight down her throat, just one pump enough to fill her stomach more than she could’ve ever hoped for without alchemical assistance. She shoved the dildo as far as it would go into her pussy, coating it as she drew Blue out of her mouth, letting his cum pump onto her face over and over. It was everywhere on her, and she had a full stallion facial just as she wound down from her orgasm.

It wasn’t enough. She needed more.

“Blue!” she cried out desperately as she rolled onto her back and spread her hind legs as far as they would possibly go. “Please, I need you so badly! Rut me like there’s no tomorrow!” She moved the dildo to her back entrance, the copious lubrication that had been applied proving more than enough as it easily slid past her pucker and into her depths. She held nothing back and screamed wildly as Blue shoved his way into her pussy, desperately thrusting herself against him with every thrust of his own. She rutted into him like a wild animal, desperately throwing everything she had left into the filling of both her holes as she clung to him, his cock the only thing keeping her tethered to this world of pleasure she was immersed in.

“Rarity, I’m close! I’m so close!”

“Do it inside! For the love of Celestia, please cum inside! Fill me up and make me yours! I don’t care about anything else, just give it to me!”

She screamed, but heard nothing and the warm jets of cum filling her dissolved the world around her, leaving nothing but a white void of swirling, writhing ecstasy. She clung onto him, pushing as far as he would possibly go and then a little further to ensure that every drop of cum made its way straight into her and burned its pleasure into her insides, coating every inch of her in sticky fire.

They shuddered and moaned against each other, a single being created from the rapturous bliss of true harmony. He throbbed into her over and over again even when his balls had long since been spent, every dry fire of his matched by an equally involuntary clench of her own, trying to milk his cock for something that just wasn’t there.

Slowly, the two of them returned to reality, still tightly hugging each other as they regained their senses. Blue fell to the side, not letting his cock leave her. The dildo was removed from her ass with a thwick; she only needed him. That was enough. That was all. She squeezed him tightly as the most intense afterglow she’d ever felt washed over her, filling her with an overwhelming contentment that many ponies surely went their entire lives without experiencing. After all, nopony else had Blue. Nopony else had her stallion. She hugged him tighter.

A single thought floated through her thoughts as she cuddled up to her stallion, a single interruption to her slow drift into sleep that was quickly forgotten.

“Sweetie Belle’s been gone for a really long time, hasn’t she?”

Author's Note

All events depicted are purely fictional. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.