Between A Rock And A Hard PlaceView OnlineThe Garbage FireBetween A Rock And A Hard PlaceKeep… perfectly… still… You don’t want to disturb what is about to happen. A line of sweat runs down your brow, making it hard to concentrate on staying still. Everything you’ve done, all your plans for this one glorious moment, they would be ruined if you were caught at the last second. Lifting your hands up slowly, you grasp the sides of the camera you brought with you; having evidence of what is about to happen would make this even sweeter. Staying out here in the forest would have been risky with all the wildlife, but you came prepared. Zecora sold you some repellant that would keep away the dangerous creatures. It gave you the space and seclusion needed for this. There was that shuffle again. She must be close. You slowly move your head over to where the sound came from. Sure enough, you see your target walking out into your line of sight. She looked very nervous being out here, almost unsure of herself or probably wondering what she was doing. Once she noticed what you set up, you see her jaw drop and her eyes widen in surprise. A smile creeps across your face, stretching from side to side from seeing her reaction. That alone made this well worth the effort of your plans, but you wanted to see more. You push a button, forcing the camera to take a picture of her face. You had the flash off; you were just hoping she didn’t hear the click. Since she didn’t react to it, you assume she hadn’t. Watching her, you see her taking a few breaths to calm herself before walking closer to what you set up. This is going to be the best prank you’ve ever done. Rarity is definitely the perfect target for this. She’s extremely slow, walking forward to where you set everything up. It sure was a lot of hard work getting everything set up to make this work over the last month. You even remember the exact time that you decided to do this. Dash had goaded you one day into doing a prank, seeing how good you were. Long story short, you were miserable at it. She laughed her ass off at your pathetic attempt before flying off, telling you to ‘up your game’. That was after she turned the prank around and got you landed in some hot water with Applejack. You went to the bar that night trying to get a drink in hopes of relieving your stress. That’s when you heard what would be the catalyst of your prank. You don’t remember the stallions present, but you do recall what they said. They were having a drunken discussion on the mares around the town and the many assets that made them desirable. The stallions at the table had garnered a crowd at their table, each one adding in their own two cents into the conversation. Their choices had gone from best looking colors to the nicest manes, but it of course went on to the more perverse of topics. Such as how round and plump Fluttershy’s rump looked as she walked on by them, or how Pinkie’s would jiggle with a bounce that had them eager to watch her bounce some more. And with each pony they brought up, they included what they considered was their faults. They had just brought up Rarity and her very voluptuous ass, discussing how they wondered if she tasted like marshmallows. At that point, you were intently listening to their conversation at your own table, feeling pretty worked up. It was unanimous that she was one of the best looking mares in town. The stallions were just going into descriptions of her horn and her teats when they immediately shifted gears and started into her faults: Rarity’s upper-class personality, her whining, how she unrealistically expects a stallion in shining armor to sweep her off her hooves. It made most of the stallions feel letdown that they would never get a chance at her. You had other thoughts, though… When their conversation turned to faults, one stallion brought up her time when she was ‘discorded’ and had been obsessed with a rock, believing it for a diamond. The other ponies at the table brushed it off, saying that wasn’t a real fault and a onetime thing. You, on the other hand... saw prank material… X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X The very next day, you asked questions around town, finding all that you could about Rarity. You already knew her plenty well, but having more info would be handy. She’s an alright mare, if a bit annoying here and there. You found out what she liked, who she idolizes, anything that would make her feel wooed. After collecting everything, you spent the entire next day locked inside your house. You planned a map of attack on Rarity, and it needed to be perfect. This may have been over the top for a prank, but you wanted to shove it into Rainbow Dash’s face that what you’re about to do will be the greatest prank ever. It was only missing one thing. It took you an entire day searching through the Everfree Forest… but you found it. It was the rock that Rarity threw in here so long ago. You pushed it into a clearing inside the forest before setting up what would become the center of your operation for the next month. The first day, you were subtle with Rarity. You sent to her some of her favorite candies, a few bouquets throughout the day, and some letters of adoration in cute poems. It was only a few small things here and there, addressed from an unnamed person. The rest of the first week went like that with increasing praises in her letters and gift giving. She was giddy with joy from all the attention, practically shoving her secret admirer in her friend’s faces. You couldn’t wipe off the smile from your face the entire week. It was time to reveal to Rarity who her ‘secret admirer’ really is. It took a while to clean the damn rock. It was enormous and you couldn’t just jump on top of it. You had to hammer in some fairly large pegs just to hold your weight so you could get up to the top. It took a while, but you finally got the entire damn thing cleaned. Afterwards, you made sure to dress it up by placing a nice hat on top of it. It felt so impersonal though, so… dry. You chipped in new holes and put the peg up, making it look like it was holding something. Now it was wearing a tie while holding a coffee cup. Perfect. You took several pictures, making sure to get the best angles of ‘Tom’. It was a bit difficult since you needed to hide the multiple holes in the damn rock. Afterwards, you took the pictures and held onto them until just the right moment for them… The next week, you hinted to Rarity in letters that you wanted to get to know her but you were uncertain about meeting up with her. You spoke about how you were an old acquaintance of hers she knows and never had the time to really get to know. You gave her an address for her to send letters through the mail so she could talk back. Rarity would send letter after letter, trying to figure out just who you were. You’d always send a response of letters and more adoration from you, only hinting. She’d continuously ask you about possibly meeting or going out. You’d always reply that such a thing would be rather difficult for you at the moment. Finally it was the third week. Rarity was flustered by then, uncertain of whom her admirer was. She contacted nearly everyone she knew. Nothing came up for her. You wrote one last letter before you told her you’d reveal yourself. It was your biggest one yet: dozens upon dozens of roses along with chocolates and a small, framed image of her. …It was surprisingly cheap to afford all of this, especially since nearly all the ponies here in Ponyville owed you favors for everything you did. The wonders of having hands and how efficient you were sure helped you with that. You sent a letter with her gifts, saying you were ready to reveal yourself tomorrow at night in the next letter. It would be waiting for her in the mail. You took your best pictures and sent them in the mail along with a letter saying that you hoped Rarity would accept you not for how you looked. It was difficult as all hell to slip past Rarity’s watchful eyes on the mailbox. You had to distract her by having Sweetie Belle talk to her. She was easy to convince with candy. Sitting up in a tree with your telescope, you watched Rarity through the window of her boutique opening the letter. You saw her face go from giddy, to confusion, to utter shock. You fell out of the tree laughing your ass off when you saw that. Many bruises came from it. The next day, you sent in a letter once more asking her if she was fine with how you looked and if she would be generous enough to look past somepony’s looks. You continued sending in flowers and chocolates along with each letter, accompanied by a picture of Tom with a different outfit each time. Every day, you’d be at that tree to watch her reaction and take pictures. It helped you keep track of Rarity and what you should do the next day. You had to keep going back into the forest to take more pictures. You didn’t know you would use them all so quickly. Rarity never responded to any of your letters for the third week. It wasn’t until the last day that you wrote a letter, asking her why she would not respond to you. You wrote to her, asking why she seems to be ignoring you all of a sudden. She seemed quite eager to write you letters the previous week, until you showed her something she wasn’t expecting. Did appearances really matter when it should ultimately come down to what’s on the inside? You made sure to write that in, that’s good shit. The very next day, Rarity actually wrote back with an apology and everything! Everything was going better than you expected. You slowly got Rarity convinced that a rock was really writing to her. Seriously, this was too easy! It was at the end of the month now. Rarity was slowly coming to terms with the idea of you, or ‘Tom’, if her letters were anything to go by. With the last day, you sent one final letter to Rarity asking for a meet up. You gave her the time and location for the next day. You had to drag a table all the way out to the damn forest for this. It was hard work, but you felt the extra effort will pay off. There were little candles, a box of chocolates, a vase of blue roses (fucking ridiculous to get from Rose), and you sprayed the place with animal repellant. Zecora assured you it would not drive off ponies. You went out there, preparing the rock and the area. You wanted this to be fucking perfect for the pictures. As you just got done scrubbing the rock and placing a hat on top of it, you heard some noises coming towards your location. It’s way too fucking early! She was supposed to arrive in another twenty minutes! Jumping down, you quickly snatched your camera and dove into the bushes. That led you up to now. Rarity was slowly making her way to Tom. She stopped once again, staring at the table with everything on it. Rarity looks around the place as you took a few pictures. “So… you set all this up?” Holy fuck, she’s actually talking to it?! You take some more pictures as she smells the roses and looks at the other stuff on the table. “I love the blue roses. They’re difficult to come by since you can only acquire them through magic and a lot of care.” She turns to ‘Tom’ before looking it up and down. You see her eyes widen all of a sudden, staring at it. “My, my! I see there’s something else for me here…” What’s she talking about? Watching Rarity walk up to Tom, you look where she’s staring at. Oh, fuck! You forgot to take the peg out of the damn thing! “This is a strange surprise,” she says, standing in front of Tom with the peg in front of her face. You had to keep making multiple holes for the stupid peg to fit and that was one of the only few that worked. “I suppose you’re trying to tell me something…” Moving her head slowly, she places her head directly in front of the pegs tip. The damn thing was pretty large. It had to be so it would hold your weight up. Using the zoom on your camera, you continue watching as she opens her mouth and slips out her tongue. There’s no fucking way… Is she really… Her actions answer for themselves. You watch her lick the tip of the peg before wrapping her mouth around it. She suckles on the tip for a few seconds until she opens her mouth once more and begins to slide her tongue against the woodened shaft. You’re stuck sitting in that bush watching her give head to a rock. Her wet saliva drips down from the peg as she continues to lap it with smooth, controlled strokes from her tongue. Placing her face once more at the now soaked wood, she slowly opens her mouth wide before placing her tongue at the bottom of the shaft, moving in. T-there’s no way she can take all of that! you think to yourself. Rarity proved your thoughts wrong once more as you watch her start sliding the peg down her throat with no trouble at all. It was a slow journey, but Rarity finally reached the base of the shaft where Tom’s body met. You can hear her moan slightly as she moves her head from side to side on Tom’s protruded wood. You can hear a slicking noise as she slurps on the rod, bending her head around the wood. She moves her head back and away from it, leaving a trail of saliva dripping from the wood until she’s fully off with a popping sound. She’s breathing hard standing there in front of Tom with her tongue still sticking out and hanging there. Watching her go down on the peg like that… The bulge in your pants speaks for itself as you struggling not to make too much noise sitting in the bush. You have to keep readjusting yourself as you crouched there watching everything. The only use your camera has right now is zooming on the scene since you forgot you could take pictures. Watching her, you see Rarity turn her head towards your bush with a sultry look on her. She turns her body around before tilting her head to the side. “…Aren’t you going to come out of that bush there?” Aaaaaand now you’re freaking out. Did she know you were in that bush the whole time? Was she fucking with you? Slowly standing up, you make sure to leave the camera there on the ground. You don’t want to be caught with that thing on you. … The two of you stand in silence, staring at one another. Rarity only quirks an eyebrow at you as you stood there in the awkwardness of the situation. What are you supposed to say? ‘Hey, I totally just watched you go down on Tom there’. “Come over here,” she tells you, signaling you over with a jerk of her head. Without thinking, you comply. Standing in front of her, you watch Rarity look you up and down. You see she has a small streak of saliva dribbled down her chin from her previous act. “So, Tom sure has been interesting for the past month, wouldn’t you say?” “Deh, I, Uh…” “Sorry, you’ll have to repeat that, I couldn’t understand you. Maybe it has to do with all the blood from your head…” she points a hoof down at the bulge that is your crotch, “to that ‘head’?” Okay… you’re not sure what she’s getting at now. You stand there in complete silence for a few moments staring down at her. “Ugh… sorry, w-what?” You see her roll her eyes at you. “Was I not forward enough before with my thoughts? I want,” her horn glows with magic, “you…” grabbing hold of your pants and zipper, “to rut me,” before she undid your pants, pulling them to the ground. She eyes your Johnson before moving towards it with an open mouth. Before you could react, Rarity quickly wraps her lips around the tip of the head, lightly suckling it while moving her tongue around it in circles. Your mind quickly goes blank as she works over the tip of your cock, making light slurping sounds on it. You could feel her start sucking on it harder, forcing more into her mouth in large gulps until it reached down her throat. Rarity’s mouth magic was certainly powerful. You’re not sure why she wants to do this with you… but you’re certainly not going to stop her. The sensation of her swallowing you was fucking over the edge for you. Rarity moved her head up and down on your shaft, never leaving from it the entire time. Watching her, you could see Rarity lift one of her front legs in between her crotch to get herself off. Well, can’t have that there, you think to yourself, eyeing something far more usable. Grabbing her horn, you hear her moan on your shaft, making you pause for a moment. After regaining yourself, you lightly rub her horn before shoving yourself into her mouth. It has the desired effect: Rarity starts backing up with each hip thrust you give her. It didn’t take long until she backs her rump into Tom’s protrusion, still slick with her saliva. Rarity quickly realizes what you’re going with here. She quickly slaps her ass into the rock, jamming the entire peg down into her quivering mound of love pudding. She bends her back legs so she can start thrusting in and out on Tom. You can feel her moan on your cock, the little vibrations stimulating you. The little fashionista below you stopped most of her sucking, content with coiling her tongue around your shaft with slow bobs; she was more content with grinding herself into Tom. Feeling left out, you grab the back of her head before you started to shove your cock down her throat. Rarity’s eyes widen from the action before slowly drooping back down closed once more. She doesn’t stop your action as you shove your shaft down her throat with Tom getting the action from her crotch sink. Congratulations, you think to yourself, you have officially spit-roasted Rarity… with Tom. And would you look at that… no fucks to give! You continue this for a good while with Rarity slapping her ass back and forth on Tom. Every minute or so, you could hear her squeal out until she wobbles on your junk; you held her there before she comes back to her senses and starts up once more. She’s really getting off on this. Of course, so were you, with Rarity pleasuring your love knob with her tongue. The feeling of shoving your shaft down her throat was amazing. You nearly climaxed a few times, but you manage to hold off on that by slowing yourself down. You’re not certain how much longer Rarity can go at this, though. As if to answer you, she slams her plump cheeks down on Tom and holds herself there. You see her eyes are open, trying to look up to you. Moving back, you let your cock out with a plop from her muzzle. She takes large gulps of air from the exertion she performed just moments ago. “I… I… I w-want you… in me,” she pants out to you. Standing aside, Rarity slowly moves forward from Tom. She groans out as her honey pot is finally removed from the peg. She turns around, facing her slit to you for entry. It’s dripping wet from her sex. Quickly acting, you throw the rest of your clothes off before walking up to her. You don't want your clothing to get in the way, and it felt really off having them on while you’re doing this. Grabbing your wet cock, you rub the tip at the base of her entry up and down, forcing a moan from Rarity. You shove on it a few times, gaining a sharp gasp. You continue prodding her but never entering, making Rarity very eager for the action. “P-put it in,” she whines to you. “I can’t t-take your teasing!” Grabbing both sides of her ass, you place your cock at her hole, readying yourself for her cunny when a thought pops into your head. “W-what are you waiting for? Slam into me, I’m so impatient for your stallion-hood!” … “You know… I bet Tom would love to be part of the action… don’t you think?” You could feel Rarity’s body jerk from the completely out of nowhere comment you just made. “…What?” “Just… follow my lead,” you tell her. Moving her to the side, you walk up to Tom and stare down at the peg. The area around it, the ground beneath you, and the peg itself is completely soaked. Grabbing the peg, you have to jiggle it back and forth before it comes out; it was a difficult chore since it was pretty stuck in there. Walking over to your clothes, you grab your shoe before going back to Tom. Rarity’s watching all of this with curiosity. Looking around Tom, you try and find the hole you needed. Not there… No… Ah, there it is! It was the hole that you used in the pictures so you could hang things up. This is just the right place for it too… hopefully. Slipping the peg into it, you slam the shoe down a few times so it would stay stuck. Sighing to yourself, you bend down on the peg before lightly licking Tom’s tip off from the dirt from the shoe. Throwing the shoe away, you grimace at the taste of dirt… but blink at the taste of marshmallows that was Rarity’s sex. “You taste just like marshmallows, Rarity,” you tell her, gaining a blush. “I wouldn’t mind eating some later on.” She smiles at that before you walk back over to her. You pick her up, holding Rarity in your arms as you walked back over to Tom. “S-so what are you planning?” “I don’t think it would be right letting Tom out of the fun,” you tell her as you lifted her body up into the air, her stomach facing Tom. “So, I thought, ‘why not have double the pleasure’?” “…What do you mean?” You smile at her question as you slowly place her entrance back down on Tom, allowing the peg to hold her up momentarily before placing your cock at her back entrance. “Does that answer your question?” “W-w-w-w-wait!” she squeals out. “Th-that’s dirty! W-why would you want to…” “Rarity, we’re out in the woods, fucking like wild animals right now.” You rub your cock at her coal hole. Rarity gasps sharply before letting out a low groan. “I figure since we’re going about like this, why not fill you from both ends?” You continue prodding her poop chute, holding her velvety cheeks with your hands as she leans against your naked chest. Rubbing Rarity into Tom’s protruded peg, you hear her moan about. She doesn’t take long to answer you, loudly. “Y-YES! YES! J-JUST SHOVE IT IN ME, NOW!” You quickly act, letting her weight slip down onto Tom and your shafts. Her lavender pathway doesn’t give way; she’s clenched tight from your entry. “Loosen up, Rarity. I can’t enter the Hershey Highway if the road’s closed off.” She gives herself some calming breaths. You can feel her loosen up on your head as it slowly descends over it in a vice grip. Luckily for her, the mouth hug she previously gave you would be all the lube she’d need for this. You rub at her pillowy cheeks as she continues to slide down on both you and Tom. ”Ah-ah-ah,” Rarity repeats with every inch she takes into her. It’s a long journey, but you finally get your shaft buried deep down her rectal passageway. It’s an extremely tight fit. Rarity’s panting hard with both ends filled. She slumps forwards onto Tom, allowing you more movement. She’s not going to be able to do much here. It’s up to you to continue this. Lifting her up into the air, you could feel your cock being clenched tight. It takes a little more time to get her back to the tip of your cock; you don’t remove her all the way, uncertain if her ass would allow your Apollo for another lift off into her deep space. Without warning, you slam her back down onto both you and Tom. Rarity yells out from the sudden action. She continues panting and leaning against Tom, completely submissive to you. You continue lifting her back up and down, going faster with each slamming into her. It doesn’t take long for Rarity to start moaning and squealing. She was extremely tight on you, making it hard to last long at all. You build up momentum, getting ready to let loose your rocket sauce into her fuel tanks. Before you could warn her, you forcibly slam her down onto you one final time, letting loose down her bowels. Rarity lets loose a guttural scream as she climaxes at the same time you dump your fluids deep into her. The two of you stand here, panting hard. You’re tired, but you need to get Rarity off of Tom. Forcing your arms to work, you lift Rarity off of Tom before quickly placing her onto the ground. You decide to lie down on the ground beside Rarity, too tired to really care about the dirt… or about Rarity’s own fluids that were covering the ground you are now lying on. … Lying there, you could feel Rarity slide against your side before forcing her body on your chest. Holy fuck, you think to yourself, she wants MORE?! Aren’t ponies supposed to have bad sexual stamina? Rarity gets all the way on you before lying her head down on your chest, lightly humming to herself. … Okay… so she just wanted to lie her? “…It took me a while… But I decided… I’m okay with this… with you.” “…What?” “This entire month, I mean. All those notes, the flowers, what you said to me… it’s what I’ve been wanting all along.” …What? “For a second there, I really thought that Tom was talking to me or that this was something else. But, then I saw you in that tree watching me. I realized that it was really you all along, writing those letters… it was the best time I’ve ever had in my life, this month.” Oooooh shit! This is bad. You can’t lie to her, even if it would ruin things for her. “R-Rarity. Last month, that was… it was all-“ “A prank?” she answers you. You blink at her answer. “Please, I’m not stupid. You’re not very good at being discreet.” “S-so you knew?! Then… why did you do what we just did.” “I just… wanted a good rutting with you.” … “Still… your actions last month, they’re what I’ve been looking in somepony or so long. I decided to make an initiative and snag you up before some other mare could. Really, I’m hoping to make this a long term thing with you.” “Wait… you want an actual relationship with me?” “You wrote to me one time that I should overlook somepony’s outer appearance and look more on the inside. With you, I see something I desire more than anything else. …Is there something wrong with me as your special somepony?” … “No, I suppose not.” “Then hush up, place your ‘arm’ around me in a hug, and let me lay down on you.” … You slowly lift your arm, placing it over Rarity’s body as you grabbed her side. She lets out a happy moan, burying her face into your chest once more. “…That’s better.” ~End~
You Take My Breathe AwayView OnlineThe Garbage FireYou Take My Breathe AwayIt’s pretty dark out in Ponyville tonight. Not that it matters much, what with the stars illuminating the streets. Most of the ponies have gone inside for the night, resting up for the next day. You’d be sleeping right now too, if a certain mare didn’t need your help right now. Rarity. Neither of you really got along with one another since you came to Equestria. You just didn’t like the attitude she had. The two of you would argue back and forth when you were in the same room, making it difficult for anyone else there. It wasn’t until two weeks ago that Twilight finally got fed up with it. She stated straight out that if you didn’t get your act together and behave better around Rarity, there would be consequences. Twilight… likes to experiment on different things. You’re one of those things. You figure these ‘consequences’ would involve you being experimented on. Sadly, you couldn’t just avoid Rarity. Whenever the girls hung out, Twilight would force you to come each time, stating you needed to be out more. You couldn’t refuse Twilight either since you’re sort of living in her home for free. She didn’t even tell Rarity this, as if she expected the problem was you all along. You tried playing nice, but Rarity still seemed eager enough to argue back even if you’re not talking to her. Luckily, that only went on for a week before she started to ease off a bit. The second week though, she started acting odd, sort of in a funny way, like she had gone mental or something. You were interested in why she stopped acting like such a bitch, so you followed her wherever she went. … Yeah, that sort of sounds creepy, but you wanted to know why she stopped being a bitch; maybe if you found out what it was, you could use it later. For the rest of the week, you watched her squirm around as she went about her usual routine. You thought it was pretty damn funny, to be honest. You recall seeing her try to talk to ponies, only to run away immediately afterwards. There was one time she tried buying some rope, only to get angry that she didn’t have the right amount of bits to purchase it. Rarity fucking blew a gasket that day; she really wanted that rope. All in all, it was a pretty funny week, following her around Ponyville. That is, until you saw her jump off into a bush yesterday morning. Rarity apparently started acting up really early, as you spied on her walking from her boutique. She started shivering all over and ran off for some reason. You’re not sure why she didn’t return to her home. It must not have crossed her mind at the time. You figured it was a good opportunity to get some good blackmail material to use on her in the future. Watching her, you saw her dive straight into some bushes away from the town. Chuckling to yourself, you snuck up on the bush she was in. What you found… you couldn’t really understand what to say, really. You saw her lying on her side with her hooves around her body, hugging herself while crying. Okay, fun time was immediately over. You quickly jumped inside the bush, grabbed Rarity, and sat her up. She froze from your contact, looking at your worried face, then at your hands on her. Before you could say anything, she immediately shoved your hands off, running away from you. You tried finding her for the rest of the day, but had no luck. Just why was she in that bush like that? Couldn’t she ask for help from one of her friends? She must be hiding whatever was troubling her from them, you thought. As you were about to give up searching and just ask for help from Twilight, you found Rarity trying to purchase some tomatoes at a stall. You waited until she was done with her purchase and away from everyone else in town. Just as she was nearing her home, you immediately confronted her about what happened. She quickly turned red and looked away. “Look, I know we don’t exactly see eye to eye on many things, but if you’re hurting for some reason…” You let out a sigh, looking down at her, “... you can come to me, okay? I can… I can try to help, if you want.” Rarity mumbled something, but you couldn’t make it out. You ask her to speak up, making her body shake from embarrassment. “I don’t want anypony to think I’m a f-freak.” Fuck, you hated emotional shit like this. Bending down, you wrap her in a hug and stroke her mane. “Rarity, I understand if you want to keep whatever this is from your friends. But trust me: I actually know what it’s like to be a freak. Being the only human in this world, you don’t think others haven’t given me trouble for being the odd one out? So don’t worry, I won’t think of you any differently no matter what your problems are.” Moving away from her, she wipes her eyes from the accumulated tears. She takes a glance at your hands before looking up at your face. “I… suppose you could help me. I-if you’re fine with it and all…” “Don’t worry,” you say, waving a hand in the air. “I’ll do my best to help.” She asked you to come by to help her tonight with her problems, and now you were standing outside her door. It immediately opens before you could even knock. You guess Rarity was more anxious for your help then you knew. “Oh please, do come in!” Rarity shoves you with magic forcefully pulling you through door. “I don’t want anypony to know about this.” You follow behind her as she runs up to her clothing displays before she uses her magic to put them into a nearby closet. “I do apologize for the mess; I was trying to finish my work and clean up when I thought I heard something outside." Looking around, you see her window. It’s pointed right at the road. She must’ve been watching, waiting for you. “Yeah, sure,” you say, making it clear you weren’t convinced. “So, you said you needed help, but you don’t want your friends to know about it.” She blushes bright red, an amusing contrast from her white body. Rarity quickens her pace, trying to put things away much faster now. “I think of you as a friend, I just…” “It’s fine, I guess we never got on the right terms with one another. I suppose we can have a do-over and be friends, right?” She gives you a small smile before returning to her task. “So, what did you need help with again?” Rarity stops once more, trying to find her words. “Yes, that. Well, I seem to be in a bit of a bind here. M-my estrus may be gone but I… Well, I couldn’t fulfill myself properly.” You remember what Twilight told you about this ‘estrus’ of theirs and how it worked. Apparently, they went into heat at certain times of the year and become sexually active. Well, more so than usual. You’re still confused about what she needed help with. Rarity keeps her head down, looking away from you as she moves about the room, putting things away. So… did she not get someone during her estrus? That might explain last week’s weird activity, but still… Ah shit, you fucking agreed to help her with her estrus problem! Damn it, you should’ve asked before agreeing. Maybe there was still time to pawn her off on a stallion or- Images of her crying in that bush instantly appear in your head. Can you really refuse, even after seeing that? You said you would help, and turning away now… … “So, what exactly do you mean by ‘fulfill’?” you ask, resigning yourself to your fate. You’re groaning inwardly, trying not to think of getting it on with a pony. Sure, it’s been about a half a year without sex, but still. “I thought all a mare needed was, well to be blunt, a good dicking.” Rarity trips on herself, dropping a line of cloth on the ground. Her body seems to overflow with pink. “W-w-well,” Rarity stutters, gulping on some air to catch her shaky breath, “c-certain mares have… certain ways to get off.” Oh, now you’re getting it. So Rarity must’ve gotten a bad experience and now she has it all pent up inside her. “I wasn’t aware that mares could have trouble during estrus.” “Well, it’s not a common occurrence amongst us, I can assure you that. I just have problems being satisfied through normal means of intercourse.” Rarity begins closing all the blinds in her shop, making sure everything was properly in its place. “So,” you say, cracking your neck, “you can’t just get a guy to fulfill your fetish, and because of that, you can’t get off.” She stops moving, trying to come up with an answer. She must be nervous for even asking this. “A stallion would find my fetish… very off-putting, or even difficult to help with. But I know you could help me even better than a stallion ever could,” she says, looking straight at your hands. Okay, now you know what’s up. She has a hand fetish, or at least something dealing with fingers. Still, she asked you for help, and it’s not like it was anything bad she was asking for at all. Seriously, she was asking for sex. Letting this mull over in your head, you find it hard to care much at the moment. It has been a while, you think. Besides, it shouldn’t be too bad if it’s just a hand fetish. “Okay, even though I find it strange you’re asking me, I’ll do my best to help.” Rarity looks very shocked to hear that. Was she not expecting you to answer so quickly? “D-do you not want to first hear abou-“ You interrupt her, placing your hand on her nose and closing her mouth to silence her. Rarity’s body shivers on contact from your touch. “You can tell me up in the room.” She blinks a few times at you before quickly walking up the stairs into her room. She must want it bad, you think, letting out a chuckle to yourself before following. Walking inside the room, you see it’s dimly illuminated, with candles displayed around the room. It’s what you would expect to see from Rarity. You were somewhat surprised to see a mirror positioned right above her bed. She must like watching herself… Rarity’s standing off to the side of the bed, looking very nervous. You figured she’d try and sprawl herself on the bed to look more enticing. She attempts to talk a few times, opening and closing her mouth, before letting out a grunt. “I usually have a certain somepony come in for this since he, well... very much enjoys it himself. But he’s gotten married. I can’t do much without another pony.” Rarity takes a breather, looking away from you. You figure that she’s redder than a spanked baboon’s ass from embarrassment, but the glowing of the soft lit candles helps hide it. “I tried looking around town, but I couldn’t just ask anypony without looking like a trollop. S-so I tried performing on myself, and it partially worked, but not all the way.” Interesting, so she does have little toys around here… You always thought Rarity would be the one to have those types of things. “But w-when estrus came around, I was cooped inside my room without my usual means of satisfying myself.” You had to admit, just hearing her confess all this about her was giving you a hard-on. Though, you’re wondering just how a stallion could help without hands. “But now I have YOU to help me, since you did agree after all… you won’t back out after I tell you what I need help in, will you?” “Rarity, I’m sure I can help you with whatever it is you need.” Seriously, you were definitely in the mood to give it to her. She looks you up and down before speaking. “You know, your clothing may get in the way of this.” You figured she’d also have some type of clothing fetish. You give a small grin before throwing your shirt off. Eating nothing but veggies has given you a thinner appearance. Slipping off your shoes and socks, you take off your pants and throw those over to your clothes. And with a toss, your boxers join them. Rarity doesn’t seem displeased at what she’s seeing. She lets out a deep hum, looking at your naked form. “Darling, before we start, there are… two things I must say. One, I really like it rough.” A rough-loving girl meant she would most likely be rough as well, so you better watch out if she kicks. “And two… is the reason I can’t find anypony. I must ask that you do your best to… well… withhold my breathing.” “…What?” “You know, take my air away, keep me from pursuing for breath, drown me in suffocation.” What exactly is she asking for? Withholding her breath? … It takes you a few moments to understand what she’s asking. Holy shit, Rarity doesn’t have a hand fetish, she has an asphyxiation fetish! So THAT’S why she was looking at your hands. Can you… do that? Is it even something you could get into? Looking down, you don’t see yourself wilting from her words. Guess you’re ‘up’ for it, if you will. Rarity sees this as well, eyeing your johnson with a smirk. “I suppose I should help you out as well, since you’ve been so generous with accepting to help.” She motions you to lie down on her bed. You waste no time in complying. Lying down, you see her quickly join you, slowly making her way to your protruded rod. Reaching it, she lowers her face towards it, letting her muzzle glide against the hardened shaft. You feel yourself jolt from the action, Rarity moving her face alongside your length as you felt her hot breath on you. She continues to caress your member, making your wood throb from the action. Nudging her face directly under your shaft, she shoves it forward, pushing her face directly into your junk. Rarity takes in a hard sniff along your rod, rubbing her nose against it. Looking down, you see her move away before she opens her mouth, tongue lolling out and glistening with saliva. Shoving her head forward, she places her tongue at the base of your girth. She slides her head back, allowing your rod to slowly stand erect once more along the top of her head. Slowly moving her head up, she slides her tongue across your shaft, her hot saliva quickly warming the underside while leaving a trail. Reaching the end, Rarity rolls her tongue up to your head. She puckers her lips at the tip, giving small little sucks on it. Opening her mouth once more, she starts licking the head from underneath, pushing it forward and letting it swing back to its position. After a few short seconds of this, she moves in, taking the head and placing it in her mouth. She continues moving her tongue around the tip, sucking lightly inside her mouth on it. Moving into your lap, she starts taking your shaft in, little by little slipping it inside her mouth and down her throat. Rarity must not have a gag reflex with how she’s going down on you. You place a hand on the top of her head, slowly rubbing her horn as she worked on your shaft, bobbing up and down. She let out a moan upon feeling your touch, which made your rod vibrate inside her mouth. You bend your head back from her moaning pulsating around your cock. You continue moving your hand along the grooves of her horn, hoping to feel more of her moaning. The grip around her horn slips from you; confused, you look up. She steps back for a second, getting a breather while licking the tip of your head. Puckering her lips as before, she gives your head a light suckling. Seeing her needing a breather made you think back on what Rarity said. Didn’t she want you to take her breath away? Feeling her go back down on your shaft, you had an idea on just how to do that. You kept playing with her horn, feeling her moan on you as she continued bobbing up and down. In reaction, you started moving your hips up and down with her bobbing. You were breathing hard as she sucked on your shaft, little slurping sounds audible from her actions. Looking up, you could see everything that was happening from there through her mirror on the ceiling with Rarity’s head in between your naked legs, moving about on you. Finally, you could see Rarity trying to rise up from your crotch, most likely for some air. Gripping her horn hard, you don’t allow that. You quickly shove her back down on your cock, while holding her in place. Rarity lets out a grunt, her eyes widening. She was clearly surprised by your actions. She kept trying to move off of you, but you held her there, trying to force her to take you all the way down once more. “This is what you wanted, right?” you ask Rarity as you struggle to get this mare down on you. Putting both of your hands on either side of her head, you finally manage to slam her back down all the way. Rarity continues her attempts at getting up, but you hold her steady. Her front legs were pinned down, kneeling on you and unable to move. Allowing her up your shaft only a little, as if you were letting Rarity up to breathe, you quickly slam her back down on you. She groans from your roughness, trying her best to get the air she desperately desired. Rarity kicks her back legs about, trying to get loose and away from you. You quickly wrap one of your legs on top of her, your other leg stuck underneath her body. The trapped leg underneath Rarity could feel her juices dripping on you, showing you that she was actually getting off to it. You move your trapped leg right up in between her leg, moving it into her honey pot. The reaction was immediate as a long moan could be felt on your shaft. Rarity drops on top of your leg, grinding hard into it as you forcefully face fuck Rarity. Still holding both sides of her head, you start shoving her up and down on you, pumping your waist alongside your actions. It doesn’t take long before Rarity began sucking hard on your cock, trying to breath in air but only getting your rod instead. Looking down, you could see her face is tear-stricken, her eyes slowly rolling into the back of the sockets. Rarity’s struggling was slowly waning off, but her grinding into your leg kept strong. Her repeated attempts at breathing only rewarded her with your cock deep down her throat. It gave you an immense amount of pleasure, feeling her grunts vibrate down your shaft. You could feel yourself about to release. You wonder if you should force it down her throat or splatter it all over her face. Quickly deciding, you start increasing your speed on her head, shoving it harder into your lap. Her body shook about, trying to find some way to get oxygen in. Feeling yourself letting go, you shove her face off and hold her above your man meat, plastering her face with your hot white cum. Rarity's tongue was lolling out, her spit and your spunk dripping down off of it... You see Rarity's face was covered in tears and cum as she made little squeaking noises while trying to get as much air in as she could. Moving your trapped leg, you could feel it was completely soaked from her lady juices. You wonder how many times she orgasmed, just from this. You move your leg about in between her legs once more. The movement forced a moan from her, also forcing her to take a huge inhalation of air. You place her head back down onto your wetted crotch as she eagerly breathes in and out. You take her horn and slowly rub it up and down, allowing her time to catch her breath. “Rarity, you seemed to have made a mess of my lap. Be a dear and… clean it up, will you?” You really didn’t think she’d listen, but after only a few short seconds, Rarity slowly turns her head until she was lying face first into your junk. Her hot breath was a pleasant sensation to your loins. Her tongue slowly went to work licking your balls, trying to swallow what she spilled on them. Like with your cock, she takes them in and nearly swallows them whole, letting her tongue do all the work in lapping up anything she may have missed. After sucking on them for a few seconds, she bends her head back, letting them pop out of her mouth, before looking at your flaccid member through her tear-stricken eyes. Feeling warmth in your hand, you let go, noticing her horn was glowing for a spell. You could see a glow immediately forming around your cock as a warm sensation hit it. You immediately grunted back as your member rose once more upright. “I didn’t think you would be so… into this,” Rarity says through a raspy voice. “I hope you don’t mind going onto the actual act.” Getting the message, you slowly slide off the bed. You lift Rarity up and place her where you had been lying. Getting back up onto the bed, you kneel over Rarity, placing yourself in between her legs. Putting your hand on her chest, you could feel her heart loudly thumping around. You slowly trace your hand along her chest, trailing down to her stomach until you reached in between her bottom legs. You could feel it was slick with her juices as you rub into her slit. Rarity let out a small moan, feeling your hands moving down there. She bends her head back, exposing her long neck as she stared up. She must be looking at your forms from the mirror, you think as you grab your hardened cock and place it at her entrance. You rub her lips with your tip, moving it up and down with Rarity moaning in anticipation. Leaning forward, you prod the tip into her. Grabbing her sides, you start to bury your shaft deep inside of her. Rarity moans, jerking her hips about with your full length in her. You slowly retract yourself, leaving just the tip in. Without a warning, you shove it back inside her, making her gasp. You continue this action, slowly moving in and out, pumping harder into her. Her neck was easily exposed. You wonder if she’s ever felt fingers around that pretty white neck of hers. Slowing down so you can better pace yourself, you bend over Rarity’s body. She can obviously see this with the mirror on her ceiling, but she does nothing to stop you. Bringing your hands forward, you grab her neck with both of your hands, feeling the silky fur slide along your palms. Letting your weight down, you slowly force yourself onto her neck, squeezing it tightly around your fingers. Rarity doesn’t react at first, allowing you to get a good grip on her neck. But just as before, she starts to struggle about with you squeezing her throat tighter and tighter. She must love struggling, you think, as a fresh splash of her juices washes over your lower half. You have to stop for a moment, nearly ejaculating right there from her tight hole clamping down on your cock. After getting a good grip on her neck once more, you slowly start fucking her once more, feeling the mare tighten up from the action. You can see Rarity opening her mouth, trying to breathe. You could hear her squeak and moan from every thrust you made. She starts struggling even harder, her legs kicking at your body. Her back legs did no good while you were positioned there, but the front legs could hit your arms. Thrust after thrust, you impale into her as she continuously attempts to slap your arms away to allow air back into her lungs. Her struggling gets weaker as her body slowly started slumping down into the bed. As before, her eyes start rolling back, staring up into the mirror, watching herself being choked half to death while being fucked. Rarity starts getting tighter on you every time you penetrated her; she is dripping wet down there and you’re not sure how many times she’s orgasmed by now. It’s hard to tell when she did anyways, what with you keeping your attention on choking her. You could feel yourself about to let loose once again. You wanted to move out, but felt you couldn’t stop yourself at the moment if you even tried. Each time you plunge into her she would produce a small, squeaking noise. Rarity’s eyes are completely rolled back, her body shaking about, but not moving otherwise. She’s stopped struggling, clearly giving up. With one final thrust, you slam into her hard, releasing yourself into Rarity. She must’ve gotten off at the same time, hearing her squeal through her clenched throat. Spurt after spurt enters her in what felt like a river of your fluids; you’re surprised her stomach wasn’t engorged from how much you filled her. Holding yourself over her body, you realized you were panting hard for air, sweat dripping off of you and onto Rarity. Still holding her neck, you slowly move your hands away from her throat, placing them on either side of her head. She squeaks in some air, coughing about for as much as she could suck in. Her chest heaves about as she struggles to breathe. Getting up, you realize you are still in her. You grunt, pulling your limp member out, a schlicky popping sound emanating from her depths. You see your combined fluids flowing out of her hole, your cock previously plugging it in. Falling forward, you lie beside Rarity, her raspy breathing the only sound left in the room. You’re not sure, but you may have drifted off on her bed. You’re still covered in sweat and other bodily fluids. You really needed to get home and take a shower. Looking over at Rarity, you could see she hadn’t moved an inch from her position, lying there with a small smile on her face. She definitely got off, you think as you lean over to get off the bed. Walking to your clothes, you put them on, disgusted that you would be walking back filthy like this. “W-wait please,” you hear from the cracked voice of Rarity. Turning around, you could see she had levitated a pillow underneath her head, so to get a better look at you. She must like lying in her own filth like that after sex, you think as you stare at her body. She is definitely gonna be bruised in the morning around the throat. “Would you… be willing to come back tomorrow?” Staring straight into her eyes for a few moments, you turn back around and start putting your clothes on as quickly as you could. Walking over to the door, you open it and stop. Turning around, you stare right into her eyes. You give her a small smirk before turning back around to leave. “I’ll remember to bring my belt next time.” ~End~
HEIL SUPER FRIENDS!!!View OnlineThe Garbage FireHEIL SUPER FRIENDS!!!Super Hitler pops up in Ponyville town square, scaring the shit out of all the ponies. “Where are all the Jews?!” he screams out, wielding four barreled rocket launchers with attachable tomahawks. “They must be destroyed!” A pony walks up to him, shivering in fright. “W-what... what's a Jew?” “...I'm truly home...” It is said that Super Hitler cried tears of joy that day for hours on end. X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X Super Hitler walks through town with the biggest smile he could give. His Super Moustache added +20 on suave. “So Super Hitler, how's your day going?” Rarity asks him. “Super Fantastic, thank you for asking!” he says. He quickly stops, digs into his pocket, and drops a few bits right on the ground. Super Hitler looks left... then Super Hitler looks right… “Super Hitler, why did you drop your bits?” “Why, to see if there are any Jews here of course!” “Super Hitler, no one’s going to pick up your spare bits.” “What if I throw on more!" he says with a smile, dumping a pile of it everywhere. All the ponies immediately came up, picked up his bits, and returned them to him. Super Hitler shed a tear of joy right then. “What a Super Wonderful Day it is!” X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X Day Super Sad Day For Super Hitler. Super Hitler was very sad today. In his search to see how his version of a perfect person is in pony version, he met Blueblood. Super Hitler was very disappointed seeing him. “Super Hitler, why are you down in the dumps?” Fancy Pants asked him. “I am sad because Blueblood is a Super Dick...” “It is okay Super Hitler, no one likes Blueblood anyways.” “But he is supposed to be perfect with his blue eyes and blond hair! Why is he not Super like the rest of you?!” “Not everyone can be perfect, Super Hitler.” Super Hitler learned a very important lesson that day. Not everyone can be as Super as him. He sent Celestia a friendship letter explaining exactly what happened on his not so Super day. “Super Hitler has learned a very important lesson it seems,” Celestia says as she drinks from her Super Chalice of Awesomeness with adorned swastikas. “I am glad to see that sister,” Luna says with a swastika flag flying on her crown. “HEIL SUPER LESSONS!” “And may Super Hitler learn many more.” X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X Super Hitler was walking through Ponyville one day while whistling a jaunty little tune when- B-zap! Another human is here in Equestria! Oh no! What if it's a Jew?! It must not touch the perfect world of the ponies! Super Hitler makes a Super Dash at the human for a Super Body Slam! But once Super Hitler saw who it was, his Super Body Slam immediately froze in air as he slowly floated down to his feet. “It can't be!” “Super Hitler! I thought I would never see you again!” “Super Stalin!” “It is good to see you again!” “But... I thought you didn't like me Super Stalin...” “Silly Super Hitler, we were always Super Friends!” “R-really?” “Super Really!” So Super Hitler and Super Stalin had many Super Adventures with the perfect world of Equestria X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X “Come, Super Hitler! We must ride to the griffins for we must help their totally UNsuper day there!” The griffins were having a totally UNsuper day because there was no potatoes over there, and griffins love potatoes. “Very well Super Stalin, let us be off!” Super Stalin jumps on Luna as Super Hitler rides Celestia like a Super-Baws. “But wait Super Stalin! What about... him?” “Oh no! I nearly forgot about our other new Super Friend!” “Hehehehe, I'm totally digging this Super Taco right now.” “Super George Bush, hurry up and get on Cadance! We must not wait for the potatoes must be delivered to the griffins!” “Oh noes! I Super forgot about that Super Friends!” “It is alright Super George Bush, you are very slow in the head, so you are forgiven.” “Thank you Super Hitler, Super Stalin!” Super George Bush jumps on Cadance backwards, grabbing her tail to steady himself. “Let us be off!” The three Super Friends made it in time to count all the potatoes just in time for the griffins so they could eat without worries that day. “HEIL SUPER FRIENDS!” X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X Day Superior In Equestria Super Hitler is having a good day with his Super Best pony friends, Twilight and Rarity. “Wow, Super Hitler! You sure like hanging out with us a lot!” “Yes I do! Especially when you know how to pronounce that word correctly!” “Don't you like hanging out with other ponies, Super Hitler?” Super Hitler scoffs at that. “The unicorns are OBVIOUSLY the Superior Race here, so I like hanging out with only the most Superior of Friends!” “But Super Hitler, all ponies are important!" Twilight says. "Pegasi control the weather and the earth ponies do all the other work.” Super Hitler sits there in thought for a while, trying to understand this. He suddenly gets it, like it's something he never realized! “I see it now! They do all the work!” “Yes, they sure do help out with a lot of stuff!” Super Hitler berates himself for the holocaust all of a sudden. Why didn't he just make all the Jews do all the work! Super Hitler feels bad now. Super Hitler thanks them with a hearty Super Nazi Salute and walks off. He was hungry though so he went to go buy apples from UNsuperior friend, Applejack. “You sure do like apples alot, Super Hitler.” “And you sure like to pronounce that word wrong, Wrongjack. You best be wary, or the Alot Monster will come and get you!” Super Hitler would have yelled at how UNsuperior Stupidjack is being right now, but after talking to his Super Superior Best Friends, he now sees you need just a little bit of UNsuperior to make others Superior. It sure was a Super Superior Day. X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X Day Super Hitler Is Super Homesick “I am Super Homesick…” All the ponies felt bad for Super Hitler. He was a Super Friend to them and they wanted to cheer him up. Twilight Sparkle inquired Super Stalin and Super George Bush on how to help him. “Swastikas always helped cheer him up!” All the ponies waited until Super Hitler had a Super Sleep in his Super Pad for their plan. The next day, Super Hitler woke up feeling Super Depressed. “I am Super Depressed…” Super Hitler walked outside and his Super-Scope Eagle Eyes were Super Surprised! There were swastikas everywhere! Swastikas on poles, swastikas on every unicorn horn, and swastikas on every building in town! Little fillies were waving little swastika flags everywhere, singing about how happy they were not Jews. There was even a Super Huge Swastika of Superness in the middle of Ponyville! “W-what is this?!” Super Hitler asks Super Surprised. “We wanted to make you feel at home here,” Twilight Sparkle said,” so we brought home to you!” Super Hitler felt Super Happy right then. “I am Super Happy!” All of a sudden, Twilight Sparkle grew wings! She turned into an alicorn! “You are not supposed to be alicorn Twilight, that is not Super at all! You abuse our day with your UNSUPERNESS!” “I am Super Sorry, Super Hitler!” Twilight Sparkle said, turning back into a unicorn. “Much better!” It was a Super-Duper Super Hitler Feels At Home Day.
