D&TB: Crystal Visions

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"

A blood-curdling scream rang out from the low-grade speakers built into the library's massive CRT television. The high-school stallion on-screen was running away from some unseen horror as though his life depended on it.

Strange yawned, stretching his legs onto the ottoman in front of him and covering his mouth with his hand. He was not impressed. The dark, stormy night was the perfect environment for watching horror movies, but no amount of makeup or special effects were going to compare with the actual monster he'd fought and killed in the past weeks.

Applejack had gone to bed early and Fluttershy was nowhere to be seen, but the blue, pink, and purple mares were wrapped up in their blankets on the floor. Rainbow had started a bet between the three of them that she would be the last pony to look away from the screen, and so they were all doing their best to be the last mare standing.

He looked over at his couch companion. Rarity was not quite so stoic. She was curled up into a ball with her tail covering her face, peeking at the screen through a gap in the hair.

He felt a little sorry for her, but the view her position was giving him was making him feel something entirely different. She had pulled her tail up, giving him a completely unobstructed view of what lay beneath.

Strange took in the view as he pondered what to do next. Rarity's puffy marehood tightened whenever she got scared by something happening on screen. He thought it was actually kind of cute. It also gave him a great idea.

He reached over and tapped the couch next to her to get her attention. She pulled her tail away from her face and looked up at him. Strange hooked his hands around her flanks and dragged her into his lap. He wrapped his arms around her, pressing her back against his chest. She giggled quietly and nuzzled her face into his arm. Strange pulled a blanket from the floor and covered their lower halves, shielding them from the slight chill in the air.

Strange pulled his arms back and began stroking her toned stomach with his hands. Rarity leaned further into him. He could practically hear her purring. His hands crept further downwards and rubbed along the inside edges of her thighs. Rarity glanced up at him, but didn't protest.

As his fingers began to trace the edges of her soft marehood, Rarity put a hoof on his arm. She looked into his eyes and gently shook her head.

He kissed the tip of her horn and pulled his hands back. He'd have to go a little slower.

Strange dipped his head down and wrapped his hand around Rarity's jaw. He gently turned her towards him and softly pressed his lips against hers. Rarity returned the kiss, still hesitant to deepen it. Strange continued stroking her stomach with his other hand, occasionally thumbing the stiff nipples protruding from her belly.

Over time he could feel the breath from her nose grow hotter and hotter. Eventually, he felt the soft tip of her tongue prod the edges of his lips. Strange returned the gesture, running his tongue the edges of her eager mouth.

Rarity wrapped a forehoof around his neck and slowly pulled herself deeper into the kiss. He stroked her tongue with his, losing himself in the velvety texture of her mouth.

Strange coaxed her tongue between his teeth and scraped it lightly with his long fangs, causing her whole body to shudder. He finally pulled back from the kiss, creating a few long, wet between them.

Strange moved his hand from her jaw to her face, wiping away the drool leaking from the edges of her mouth. Rarity was panting softly, her steamy breath coating his face as she stared up into his eyes.

He inserted two fingers between her lips, carefully searching every nook and cranny of her mouth. Rarity closed her mouth around him and nursed his fingers hungrily. Her soft tongue prodded the undersides of his fingernails as though she were looking for something.

Strange withdrew his fingers and moved his other hand from her stomach to her horn. With his saliva-covered fingers, he reached down underneath the blanket and began massaging her inner walls up and down. Rarity let out a shuddering sigh and ground her hips against his hand. She wasn't saying no anymore.

He continued to slowly stroke her sensitive parts, synchronizing the movement of his hands as though he was playing an instrument. Her horn glimmered with each upstroke, and her nethers coiled around his fingers as he moved down.

Rarity's breath caught in her throat, and she turned her head to look up at him. She was close.

Strange slowed his hands down further and further, bringing her right to the edge over, and over, and over again. His lower hand kneaded her inner folds with delicate precision. Rarity began to pout and tapped his bicep with her hoof. "Why?", she mouthed in desperation.

In response, he lifted Rarity slightly up and slid his cock out of pants. Strange sat her down against it, letting her full weight rest on his shaft.

She stared down at it with wide eyes before training her eyes on the three other mares sitting in front of them. He could feel the wetness of her marehood leak onto his member even as she pulled the blanket tighter around them.

Strange flexed his rod, and it slapped against her belly. He gripped her thighs to hold her in place and began to grind himself against her entrance. She tilted her head back to look at him, tears forming in the corners of her eyes.

He stared down into her violet eyes as he continued to tease her soaking marehood. One of his hands moved from the top of her thigh and traveled dangerously close to her swollen sex before wrapping around the base of her tail.

Strange began to pull her tail, lightly yanking it by the base as he continued to rub himself against her. Each time he did, a small gush of her fluids would leak onto his member. His legs were soaked with her, and the heat emanating from between her thighs was making the air beneath the blanket unbearably humid.

Rarity bit her lower lip and whined softly. Her wide, wet eyes pleaded with him for release.

Strange reached a thumb from the hand gripping her tail and ran it along the edge of her other entrance. Rarity gasped as he inserted his thumb into her anus up to the first knuckle. He grinned and brought his face down to hers.

He murmured into her ear. "You're not as tight down here as I thought you'd be." His thumb sunk deeper inside of her, causing Rarity to moan lightly. Her eyelids fluttered and drool leaked the corner of her mouth.

"Naughty little pony."

He hooked his hands around her waist and hoisted her up, bringing her head above his own. Rarity glanced back to look at him, wondering what he planned to do. Her eyes widened as she felt his swollen tip part her delicate folds. Strange slowly entered her flooded insides, twisting her torso by her hips to wrench himself deeper.

Rarity squeaked with each motion, her hooves pressed against her mouth. She could feel herself stretching to accommodate the searing shaft forcing its way deeper. Her stomach visibly stretched, and she could see the outline of Strange's member make its way up her body. He pressed his tip against the entrance to her womb and continued to grind his head into her.

Strange whispered into her ear, now directly in front of him. "That's all of it. Is it enough for a little slut like you?"

He stroked the side of her pale neck and rubbed along the length of her collarbone. Rarity stayed silent, still distracted by the massive rod reshaping her insides. She took slow deep breaths, shuddering as she exhaled. Strange frowned.

"Maybe you need a little more."

He hooked his thumb back into her soft anus, burying to the hilt in a single motion. Rarity squeaked in surprise and felt herself tighten around the shaft buried inside her. The sensation made her cum lightly and almost brought Strange over the edge. A black drop broke free from the well of tears forming at the corners of her eyes.

Rarity tilted her head back to face him. "Please," she whispered. "Please, just make me cum. By the Gods, I'll do anyth-"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!"

A high pitched shriek came from the front of the room. Rarity's surprise caused her pussy to tighten unbearably around him. Strange let out a groan and sprayed his boiling seed directly into her cervix. He bucked his hips involuntary, pounding against the entrance to her womb.

The hand on her neck tightened, sealing her windpipe. Rarity's jaw clenched and white froth formed at the corners of her mouth. Black tears poured from her violet eyes, which had started to roll into the back of her head. Her orgasming pussy flexed around his cock as though to squeeze him dry.

Strange finished and unwound his fingers from Rarity's throat. She gasped loudly and her chest heaved as she struggled for air. Twilight turned around and looked at them, their lower halves still obscured by a thick wool blanket. He could feel seed began to overflow and trickle down his leg.

"Um..." Twilight stared at Rarity, gasping for air with her eyes half-shut. "Is she okay?"

"She's fine." Strange grinned at Twilight before looking down at Rarity's teary face. "She just got scared is all."

"HA!" Rainbow jumped up into the air, pumping her forehoof. "I win!"

Twilight's mouth went agape. "Wh-what!? But I was-but it was-" She began blustering incomprehensibly.

Pinkie growled. "NEXT ONE!", she barked as she pulled another movie from Twilight's collection.

"Whaaat?", Rainbow whined. "But I already won!"

"Best two out of three!" Pinkie pressed the VHS into the player before turning back to sneer at Rainbow. "Unless you're...chicken?"

Twilight slapped her cheeks with her forehooves. "Alright, I'm ready to go."

"Fine!" Rainbow whipped her mane as she snapped her head back to face Pinkie. "I can just beat you again. It's one-hundred years too early for you to challenge me!"

The three of them started watching the next movie, and Strange let out a sigh of relief. They had gotten away with it. He looked down at Rarity who was passed out against his chest.

Strange pulled his softened member from her and swaddled Rarity in the blanket. He pulled his pants back up to his waist and stood up.

With Rarity under one arm, he walked out of the room and down the hallway. As he turned the corner towards the bathroom, he bumped into something warm in the darkness.

"Eep!"

Strange stepped back. "Oh, sorry Flutters. I didn't see you there."

She looked up at him, one eye obscured by her thick pink mane. The part of her face he could see was bright red. She scurried past him, almost falling over as she turned the corner into the living room.

"Hm. Weird." He looked around, trying to remember what he was doing. The mass under his arm shifted slightly.

"Oh. Right."

Strange stepped into the bathroom with Rarity under his arm. He set her on the stone counter and unwrapped the blanket from her body. Their combined fluids leaked down her legs.

The shock of the cold air seemed to wake her up. Rarity's eyes opened and she turned to look up at him. She smiled.

"A bit too close for comfort, don't you think darling?"

His wide grin showed off his pointed teeth. "Maybe. But I didn't hear you complaining."

Strange wet a rag with water and began wiping away the ruined makeup from her eyes, his chest heaving slightly as he caught his breath. She stared at him wordlessly, breathing slowly as she lay flat on the countertop.

He sat her up and leaned her against his chest with her flanks still on the counter. Strange lifted her hips and positioned her over the sink. Leaning forward, Strange began to press hard against her stomach and stroke down towards her marehood.

Rarity moaned lightly as she felt his seed start to spill out from inside her. With each stroke, more and more of his cum leaked out into the sink. By the end, at least half of a liter had poured down the drain.

Strange reached into a drawer and pulled out a large hairbrush. He began to stroke her back and brush her tangled hair back into place.

Rarity finally spoke. "I can do that."

Strange looked at her through the reflection in the mirror and smiled. "I know. I just wanted to do it."

He worked for several minutes in silence. Strange took his time attempting to replicate every minute detail he could remember. Rarity watched him through the reflection, gazing at his serious expression.

Finally, he was satisfied. He hooked his hand around Rarity's thigh and spun her on her haunches to face him. He picked Rarity off of the counter, careful to avoid disturbing her mane, and set her on the floor. She examined herself in the mirror. The work was a little shabby, but...it made her happy.

Rarity turned to face him, the corners of her mouth tilted into a smile. "Shall we go back?"