120 Nights of Pony

"So, what will you do now that you've frosted Pinkie's pie?"

"...you know, Trixie, that was the lamest pun I've heard yet," I say with a disapproving, entirely-not-amused ear-to-ear grin. God damn my love of puns.

"You're welcome, Anon."

"Anyway, I was gonna hit up Rarity next."

"Oh?" Trixie smirked. "You'll have fun with her."

"Hm? Oh, hello, do make yourself at home!"

The Carousel Boutique was exactly as it had appeared in my brief viewings of the show; mannequins (horsequins?) lined the walls, displaying various kinds of high fashion. This week, the hip style is apparently long flowing scarves and light, breezy dresses. Maybe I'll get one for Rushie in the next loop.

I step into the center of the room. "Hey, Rarity. Wanna fuck?"

Hey, it's worth a shot, right? She fixes me with a cold glare, making me wonder if it really was. With carefully-practiced grace, she saunters up to me, her cheek brushing gently against mine as she whispers:

"Here's what's going to happen, Darling."

I swallow, nervously, and nod.

"I will walk into the back room. You will count to a number between sixty and one hundred. Then, you will walk into the back room. The door will be unlocked. I will feign surprise. And then..."

She licks her lips. "You," she whispers, "are going to ravish me. Are you familiar with the concept of a 'safe word'?"

I nod again.

"The safe word is 'Cravat'."

And with that, she turns on one hoof and casually, effortlessly strides into the back room, shutting the door behind her.

I burst through the door, growling softly. Rarity is bent over a sewing machine, inspecting her work--she cocks her head to the side, and squeaks softly as she whirls to face me. "How did you get in here!?" she says, pointing an accusatory hoof my way. "What are you doing?!"

I shrug it off, pushing past her hoof and shoving my mouth against hers. She groans, batting at me with her forelegs, struggling to shove me off; I break off the kiss and shuffle sideways, letting her fall forward--and shoving her as she passes me. Her hooves scrabble on the floor, and she falls, crying out softly as her chest strikes the floor; I pin her there with one hoof, and she whimpers as I step over her, casually dragging my shaft across her rump as I start to line it up.

"You..." She scowls. "Ruffian. Monster. Do as you will. Just--please, don't hurt me..."

I have to stifle a laugh. Hell, I laugh anyway! I chuckle, as I leer over her, my shaft pressing against her folds. I giggle, as she tries to put up a brave face, fully aware that I have her exactly as I want her; and with a low, blissful moan, I slide into her, smoothly going right to the hilt, my tip gently kissing the deepest parts of her as I pin her to the floor.

"Nngh...damn you," she mutters. "Damn you to Taurtaros..."

She trails off into a squeal as I start to thrust. I don't particularly care about making this last; I just want to get my rocks off and move on with things. Faster and faster I go, as I grind against her body, pawing at her curves; I grab a hoof-ful of her mane, and--

"CRAVAT!!"

I freeze in place, blinking. "Huh?"

"My mane."

I let go of her mane.

"Thank you," she mutters, glaring daggers back at me.

"Wait, you're okay with me busting my way into your office and raping you, but not with touching your mane?"

"What you're going to bust inside my pretty little posterior can be fixed with one pill. What you were about to do to my coiffeure would have taken hours to fix."

"...well," I mutter, "when you put it that way..."

"Enough talking. You're still buried in me, darling. Resume!"

I shrug, and clear my throat. "ahem! You're mine, uh--"

"'Slut' will do."

"Slut!"

Rarity nods, takes a deep breath, and continues her helpless victim act. "You foul creature! How dare you treat me like this~?" Her voice wavers, and I feel her briefly tighten around me as I pound away.

"You'll shut up if you know what's good for you," I whisper, nibbling on her ear as I grind my hoof gently into her back--just a reminder that I have her pinned. "You'd better play along, or else--"

"Or else what?" she gasps, staring back at me with wide eyes and a horrified screech ready-to-go--but I can see past that look of horror, despite Rarity's incredible acting skills. I can see her egging me on.

"I'll make sure Sweetie Belle never sees you again," I growl, grinning wickedly. Rarity goes pale for a moment, then starts blushing profusely, her body squeezing and shuddering around my length as she whimpers.

"You...you wouldn't..." She looks away, panting softly--or is she hyperventilating? "Not even a monster would consider--"

"Oh, I'm no monster," I say with a smirk. "I'm just the pony next door. And I'll do this again, and again, and again." My cheek brushes against hers--I'm at my limits, so I might as well make this one count--

"Please! Pull out!" Rarity whines.

"Oh, Rarity...that's the one thing I'll never do."

"No~!" She howls with rage and pleasure, arching her back as her body turns against her--her walls undulating, milking every last drop out of me as I pour into her. "Oh! Oh, Celestia! Oh, fuck!"

I grin, watching as she collapses into the floor, whimpering and moaning as the afterglow sends aftershocks trembling through her. I draw out slowly, drawing an equally slow and sensual groan out of her as she starts leaking onto the floor of her workshop.

Unfortunately, the thing about being in-character is that you gotta stop being in-character eventually. The sight of Rarity lying face-down on the floor, whimpering and murmuring, alongside the things I've said to her--it's hard to feel bad right after an orgasm that good, but I can feel a knot building in the pit of my stomach. I'm sure it'll be fine, though. It's not like I haven't chatted with the bros about exactly this--

"Darling, are you okay?" Rarity says softly, glancing up at me. When I think about it...well, I'm kind of not okay, but I don't need to think about it--and a moment later, she throws her hooves around me, and I wrap my hooves around her, and I feel the strangest urge to cry. "Sssh sh sh. It's all right. You were just doing as instructed."

"But I--" Unfortunately, now I am thinking about it. I just shoved a mare to the ground, fucked her senseless, called her a slut, and walked away. I mean, sure, I've done it a couple times to Rushie, that's how I got her to not follow me down here, but it's all right, right? She likes it too. Right?

"Darling. Look at me."

I meet Rarity's eyes, and it's enough to silence me.

"You did exactly as I wanted," she says softly. "What we did here--with all the boundaries set exactly as they should be--is perfectly healthy."

"I mean, I wouldn't call...y'know..."

"Rape?" she says, quirking an eyebrow. "Darling, I've been thinking about how much I want a stud to walk through that door and simply do as he pleases for years. Do you know what the difference is, between you and that stud?"

I shake my head.

"You know when to stop. And the answer is exactly when Mistress Rarity tells you to."

She grins. I do too. I start to giggle. "Mistress?"

"Oh, please. Anypony who heard us talking before we started would know exactly who's hung lower in this scenario." I bust out laughing, and she does too--a bubbly, bouncy giggling fit that sounds almost out of place coming from the runway queen, the countess of colour herself.

"Better?" she asks.

"Better." I nuzzle her cheek, and she runs a hoof through my mane. "Actually," I whisper, "mind if we just sit here for a bit?"

"Of course not. This might be a casual affair, but it doesn't mean I won't mind your needs. One second--Pinkie has chaise lounges stashed everywhere for just such an occasion..."