'Stress Relief' Is 'Dress Relief' But Slightly Different

by darf

Rating: mature
Tags: Suri Polomare, Porn, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Fetish, Sex, Profanity, Violence, Coco Pommel
Length: 2379

Suri Polomare requests a dose of 'stress relief' from her lovely assistant Coco Pommel, WITH SEXY RESULTS. Occurs during the events of Rarity Takes Manehattan.

Designing-slash-stealing an award-winning fashion line in one night is no easy task, especially when you're getting your assistant to do all the work. Know what else your assistant should be doing?

You. In the bedroom. Five minutes.

That's how Suri Polomare operates, and whether or not Coco Pommel likes it (she does), she's along for the ride.

Because where else is she gonna get paid for this kinda thing?

Content Warning: Mild BDSM, daddy issues, weird flashbacks

Published 2020-03-31 01:10:02 UTC
Last updated 2020-03-31 01:10:02 UTC

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"Aren't you lucky to have the most clever and talented designer in all of Equestria as your mentor, mmkay?"

Suri Polomare was overseeing her fabric-lifting master-plan with a cup of black coffee in her hooves, seasoned with milk and sugar. Black, with milk and sugar. The way she always took it.

Coco Pommel sighed, still leaned over the sewing machine with a pile of fabric to one end and a tower of half-completed designs on the other. She wished she could have some coffee, instead of this stupid vitamin water. It barely even tasted like carrots.

"I feel lucky, but it's going to take a lot of work to get an entire fashion line redone in one night—"

"Then it's even luckier you're the hardest working assistant in Equestria, okay?" Suri Polomane took a long drag of her coffee and finished it with a hearty 'ahhh', a thin brown mustache remaining on her upper lip.

"Right. Lucky..."

"Take a break in five minutes. I need a stress reliever, mmkay?" Suri tossed her coffee cup haphazardly in a direction vaguely related to the location of the waste-basket, and Coco had to dive for it and catch the still partially-full cup before it splashed onto the floor.

"A break? But I have to keep working on these to get them done or—"

"STRESS RELIEVER!" Suri shouted, leaning forward and closing her eyes as the force of her shout blew Coco back beneath the sewing table. "I am losing my mind trying to supervise the most nefarious fashion take-over in all of Equestria—"

"Do you have a list of these somewhere, for comparison?"

"—and I do not need some button-brained assistant getting in my FACE when I just asked her DIRECTLY for a S T R E S S R E L I E V E R."

A selection of yarns tumbled off the sewing table and landed, one after the other, on Coco's head. She caught them with the same hooves she was holding the coffee cup with, balancing one on her nose with a dejected 'sniff'.

"Bedroom. Five minutes." Suri turned curtly and flicked her tail, sealing the order. She marched into the hotel bedroom and slammed the door, then opened it, plunked on a 'do not disturb' sign, and slammed it shut again.

"I don't get paid enough for this," Coco Pommel said with a sigh.

Coco Pommel opened the hotel bedroom door precisely four minutes and forty-seven seconds after she had been directed to do so. She found Suri Polomare lying on her back in the middle of the bed, blankets tossed haphazardly to either side, with one of Suri's hooves a blur between her legs and the other running at just as frantic a pace over her chest and stomach, stroking her own coat and pinching her nipples as she writhed on the bed.

"You're late," she said, not bothering to turn her head away from between her own legs.

"I'm not late—"

"Back talk!" Suri shouted. "Enough. Get over here and put that mouth of yours to good use, okay?"

Coco sighed and rolled her eyes. Debates over timekeeping were one of the many unprofitable avenues she had added to her mental 'not-to-do' list since beginning work for Suri. If it wasn't for the fringe benefits...

Suri spread her legs wider to let Coco into position, jumping up onto the end of the mattress and wiggling upwards until her face was perfectly situated above Suri's already dripping slit. Suri's one hoof still circled her clit halfheartedly, just keeping the engine warm for the main event. Eyes still fixed, Suri closed her eyes and let out a long, guttural moan as Coco's tongue found her cunt and began to lap eagerly at her lips. As soon as Coco moved upwards, Suri removed her hoof and put it on the back of Coco's head, running it through her mane and pushing her gently downwards.

Coco made her tongue long and flat and pressed it hard against the length of Suri's cunt. She moved her face slow, purposefully, and traced up and down Suri's slit, moving slightly up ever-so-occasionally to give just a taste of what the flat of her tongue felt like against Suri's clit. The hoof in Coco's mane pulled down extra hard each time she licked upwards, and when she began to press and trace in circles with the tip of her tongue around the tiny protrusion, Suri squeezed her hind-legs around Coco's head and began to buck forward violently.

"Oh buck," Suri shouted. "That's it. Lick me, you useless little bitch." Her eyes began to roll back in her head, and her tongue to loll out of her mouth, as though the coming force of her orgasm was striking her almost out of consciousness. Her eyes crossed as the last warning jolt surged through her pussy, then exploded, drenching Coco's face and mane in a torrent of filly-juices.

Coco endured the storm bravely, keeping her tongue busy in circles and lines on Suri's clit, shifting occasionally to her sweet-smelling, sopping wet slit, which Coco would lick up and down inside and out, getting as much of a taste of her boss's special scent as her tongue would allow. Like a mix of work-out sweat and coconut oil. It made the hair on the back of her neck stand up, and her pussy wet too. It was already leaving a stain in the hotel bed-sheets.

"Buck yes, make me cum!" Suri clenched her eyes shut and groaned as she rocked herself back and forth into Coco's mouth, still holding onto her mane with one hoof. Suri let her other hoof drift back to her own chest, where the tiny touches and lines she drew over her own coat felt like lightning on the edge of her own tsunami. It felt like as long as Coco's tongue went, she would go too.

Suri grunted wordlessly, again and again, bucking into her orgasm, and another one, the tail throes of each blurring together, just knowing she was rolling her head back and lost in the storm that was brewing inside, she was lost and never coming out...

"Buck!" Suri finally removed her hoof from Coco's mane, letting her assistant poke her head up from between Suri's legs for the first time since entering the room.

Coco's mouth and nose and chin and pretty much everything, really, were wet with Suri's girlcum, and shiny, shimmery under the lone but powerful hotel light above them. But that went as Suri flicked it off, submerging them in darkness, just two pairs of eyes and the scent of sex mingling in the static air.

"Get the harness out," Suri said, hissing her words seductively from the darkness. "Then get it on and rut me. Right now, mmkay?"

"Yes, Ma'am," Coco said. The darkness hid her smirk.

The harness was in its container, under the bed. The same place Suri had put it after they used it last night. That was the bit Coco liked to leave in—that Suri put away the harness. 'So I know where it is, so it's safe, mmkay?' was her excuse. Coco liked to smile and watch her from the bed, bent over as she tucked the thing away someplace. That's right. Bend over. That's how you look best.

Coco shook her head. She felt faux-leather and buckles clattering against her hoof.

"Put it on," Suri said, low and seductive.

Coco did as she was instructed. Once the harness was on, 'assistant' became more of a guideline than her official title. The only thing left to do was prop herself up, find Suri's hips turned and waiting for her as her eyes began to adjust to the darkness, lining up the new extension by feel alone of where was slippery and where parted for her the same way as Suri's mouth, gasping open as she slid inside...

"Oh buck," Suri said. She moaned and leaned forward to balance herself with one hoof on the headboard of the bed. "Yessss. That is just what I needed." Suri reached back with her other hoof to spread her entrance as wide as possible, letting Coco slide another inch or two forward automatically, the thick black cock she was wielding hidden in the relative darkness. "That is so bucking good, okay?" Suri moaned again and tilted her head back, flipping her mane over her shoulder and staring back at Coco, eyes open as she began to thrust even further inside.

"Like it?" Coco grunted, as though she was enduring every sensation of the cock she was wearing, either her own affinity for the new appendage or some hidden unicorn sex magic worked into the harness itself. Maybe a combination of the two.

"Yes, Daddy, I love it, mmkay?" Suri moaned and began to frig herself between her legs with her one free hoof, content to let her lips spread on their own now that Coco was all the way inside and beginning to pull back out to begin rutting her properly.

Oh boy. She's already at 'Daddy'. It's all downhill from here...

The bed was staring to make a more than conspicuous amount of noise as Suri slammed herself down onto Coco's artificial cock, moving so far forward and back that Coco barely needed to thrust at all, and contented herself to simply grinding her hips side to side each time Suri bottomed out with the entire length of the dick inside her. When she did, Suri would make cute little squealing noises, that, mercifully enough, would interrupt her tirade of dirty talk. Or, what mostly amounted to dirty talk...

"I promise, Mommy, I didn't mean to let Daddy touch me like that..." Suri's hoof was a blur on her clit, her body moving like a practice or exercise, almost violently each time she smashed herself down onto Coco's thick black shaft. Her eyes were closed, and her head was rocking back and forth, not in time to her thrusts, or seemingly to anything besides the stream of dialogue that was reciting itself in bits and pieces in her brain. "It just felt so good, Mommy, and he made me promise not to tell anypony..." The slick, wet noises from Suri's frantic frigging of her own pussy threatened to overtake the bed-shakes and slams of her sex into the base of Coco's fake cock. "I promise that's not why he left... No, Mommy, not the belt, it hurts so much, mmkay..."

Coco took hold of Suri's mane with one hoof and yanked it back, hard. Suri's eyes jerked open just in time to see Coco's other hoof, pulling back, then forward, the ringing sound in her ears that seemed to come almost before the impact. The way her whole jaw ached, and stars seemed to dance suddenly from the hotel room darkness.

"Cum for your Daddy," Coco said simply, grunting as she added her own force to the constant barrage of Suri's down-thrusts, slamming her dick in so far she could feel Suri's pussy-juices dripping over the harness and onto her legs and the bed-sheets as well. Coco's forehead was sweaty, and she wiped it with one hoof, gritting her teeth and grinding into Suri's cunt.

"Daddy," Suri whispered, her lips swelling slightly, puffing after the impact of Coco's hoof. "I'm gonna cum for you, okay? I'm gonna cum so hard, oh please don't tell Mommy, this is our little secret..."

Suri gagged as Coco shoved a hoof into her mouth. Her pussy dripped onto the bed in streams and clenched so tight around Coco's plastic cock Coco had to buck forward and hold onto the back of Suri's neck to keep from being squeezed out. Suri's moans were garbled in Coco's hoof as her body shuddered, legs thrashing as though she was in her death throes, Coco grunting into her ear as she bucked her own hips forwards and ground the base of the harness into her clit, rubbing it in rough circles.

Coco yanked her hoof out of Suri's mouth and her cock out of Suri's cunt as her own orgasm took hold. She forced herself to open her eyes, to stare at Suri's finished, beaten-up body, lying on the bed, shuddering in a pool of her own filly-cum and sweat, rocking back and forth and whimpering as much with the aftermath of your orgasm as with the hiss of your mother's voice screaming in the back of your head. As the tears came, clenched eyes, head clutched between her hooves.

Oh yes. That was when Coco came the hardest.

"Unnh..." Coco let out a low groan and rocked herself a few times into the harness, pressing it extra hard against her clit as she stared at Suri's fallen form, still crumpled on the bed, gasping for breath.

When she was finished rubbing, Coco undid the harness with the metal straps on the sides, then lifted it and dropped it in front of Suri's face, where she knew Suri was lying, because the darkness was no longer enough to hide anything.

Still teary, sniffling to herself, Suri picked up the harness, lifted herself shakily off the bed, and returned the harness to its case. She turned around as she strapped it into place, then returned the case to its place underneath the bed.

"Alright," Suri said. She wiped a hoof ineffectually against her forehead and removed only one sweaty layer of many. "That was... a good break." She let out a long sigh, and took in a deep breath, her chest rising high and falling with the following deep exhale. "A really good break, mmkay?"

Coco let out her own soft sigh and nodded, her eyes closed.

"Thank you, Suri," she said. "I'm glad you liked it."

"I loved it." Suri smiled at Coco in the darkness, even pouted her lips into a little kiss, which she blew in Coco's direction.

Coco caught it with one hoof, and let it settle against her cheek as though she were unleashing a butterfly that had landed gently in her capture.

Suri giggled, hoof to her mouth.

"That is too adorable, mmkay? I could just eat you up."

Coco smiled, her cheeks flushed slightly red.

"Now get back to work."