The Real Rarity

"Rarity! Just who I wanted to see!"

After an encounter such as Rarity's "breakfast" with Twilight, it could be presumed that Rarity would have difficulty smiling and enjoying the day. Whether she was asking for it or not, Rarity had still nearly been strangled, and that was the sort of thing that put a damper on one's day. That just spoke to the power of Pinkie's positive attitude.

"Hello, darling," croaked Rarity as she entered Sugar Cube Corner. Pinkie stood behind the counter, her blue, button-up blouse covered by a bright yellow apron, and waved Rarity over. "How are you doing today?"

"To tell you the truth, I'm swamped. The Cakes are out on vacation, and it seems like everyone and their mama needs baked goods today!" As Rarity approached, she took notice of the tired shadow behind Pinkie's eyes. It looked as if she hadn't slept that night, which was very much so a possibility. "I could really use a hand."

"I'm not much of a baker, and to be quite honest, I don't imagine you want me in your kitchen like…" Rarity gestured to her face, sticky with saliva, makeup, ball sweat and cum. "Like this. I'm not supposed to clean up yet."

"That's no problem! I wasn't gonna ask you to cook anyway, that'd be a waste. No, you've got all the right stuff for customer service!" explained Pinkie. "You'll take orders, nothing you're not used to, and make sure the customers leave happy, while I handle the kitchen. Between the two of us, it should be easy peasy, lemon squeezy. So get that bubble butt behind the counter!"

"Yes, ma'am." It didn't take more than a direct order like that to get Rarity moving, and she quickly rounded the counter to the register. Pinkie reached into her big poof of pink hair and emerged a short minute later with a lock box that was far too large to feasibly fit in the space that she put it. She sat the box into the counter and flipped the lid open. "Erm… May I ask what's in the box?"

"Just some stuff to make your job a bit easier. Hop your caboose on the counter for a sec." Pinkie dug through the lock box as Rarity boosted herself onto the counter. After a few moments of rustling through her various doo-dads, Pinkie grabbed up a tangle of pink wires that were connected to a trio of bullet vibrators. "Spread 'em."

"I'm afraid I still don't understand…" Despite her confusion, Rarity still spread her legs as wide as her ripped tube dress would allow. Pinkie untangled the vibes and, with a short roll of waterproof tape, stuck the vibe directly onto Rarity's already abused clit.

"Question! What makes a man more willing to leave a tip?" Pinkie didn't wait for an answer. "Answer: a hot lady taking their order. What makes them leave a big tip?"

"A hot—"

"A hot, slutty lady taking their order." Pinkie pulled Rarity's already ripped dress down, further exposing her sizable breasts, and carefully stuck a vibe to each nipple. "And what makes them wanna leave a huge tip?" It grew quiet for a moment, Rarity waiting patiently for an answer. "Uh… Aren't you gonna guess?"

"Oh. I thought you were just going to tell me," said Rarity. Pinkie tilted her head in confusion before finally breaking out into a fit of laughter, and she patted Rarity atop the head the same way one might pet a dog.

"Oh, Rarity. You never were too bright, how did you get by before you had us to tell you what to do? It's okay, though. You're really pretty, so you don't have to be smart." Finally, with all the vibes attached and secured, Pinkie set down two pink remotes: one labeled with a "T" and the other with a "P". "And you know what, you made me lose my train of thought, so it doesn't matter. What matters is our foolproof tip system!"

Pinkie went on to elaborate on her setup by setting a tip jar on the counter beside the register and hastily scribbling onto a small dry erase board. They displayed the various prices and services. For a tip of $2, the patron could slap Rarity as hard as they like, wherever they like. For $5, they could adjust the vibes on either her breasts or clit by one level. For $10 and $20, Rarity would jump onto the counter and shove a toy (Pinkie left the box that contained several dildos under the counter) into her cunt and ass, respectively.

"Do you really think this will help?" asked Rarity.

"Absotively, positutely! Just gotta get the ball rolling." Pinkie set the vibes to level two (out of ten), and set the remotes on the counter beside the tip jar. They buzzed to life, earning a tiny gasp from Rarity. Her nipples were always fairly sensitive, but all of the slapping and pinching of her poor clit from earlier made the mild vibrations feel a thousand times stronger. Her leg twitched, but Rarity stood her ground. After a moment of consideration, Pinkie slipped $2 into the jar. "People are always more likely to tip if they think someone else already did. Which means…"

"Eep!" Rarity squeaked in surprise when Pinkie brutally brought her hand down against her juicy ass. Pinkie giggled as she watched Rarity's lush behind jiggle slightly from the impact.

"God, you make the hottest sounds when you get hit. Makes me wanna rip off this apron and just nail you across the counter!" Pinkie giggled, giving Rarity's increasingly sore ass a gentle little squeeze and jiggle. "Oh well. Maybe later. You need anything before I go?"

"Oh! I nearly forgot why I came here in the first place!" Rarity palmed her forehead. "Stupid little ditz… Goddess Twilight would like two dozen of your cookies for a dinner she's having on Sunday."

"Consider it done. I'll call her later for the deets."

And, with that, Pinkie bounced out of the room and into the kitchen, leaving Rarity alone in the front of the store. Rarity was used to this sort of work, as it was one of her duties at Carousel Boutique. Granted, she didn't often work the register at her Boutique while having her delicate bits teased constantly (unless Goddess Twilight decided to pop in for a visit), but Rarity was certain she could do the task. While Pinkie wasn't exactly her Goddess, Rarity still sought to obey her betters in any way possible. She wouldn't fail Pinkie, for any reason.

"Welcome to Sugar Cube Corner!" Rarity slipped into the greeting as if she had rehearsed it a hundred times upon the entrance of the day's first customer. The stallion seemed perplexed as he neared the counter. "My name is Rarity, and I'll be serving you today. What can I do for you?"

"Rarity, was it?" The stallion peered at Rarity carefully, more concerned with her topless form than the bakery's menu. "I know that name. Aren't you the…"

"The town's brainless cunt cumdumpster, yes. That's me. As you can see by my makeup, folks around town seem to like me." Rarity giggled, chewing on her lip and folding her hands behind her back. "I would ordinarily offer to suck your cock, but I'm unfortunately being put to work, so I'm afraid I'll have to satisfy you some other way."

"Right… Was wondering if you guys did coffee?"

"Yes, sir. How would you like that?"

"Just a small black. And, you know what, I'll have a muffin, too. Blueberry," said the stallion, his eyes glued to Rarity's breasts. Her soft, heavy tits rose and fell with every breath, and they bounced slightly as she nodded along. "I guess that'll do it."

"Very good, sir. That will be $7.88." The man paid his money, and Rarity returned his change before pouring the man's coffee from a carafe behind her and scooping up a fresh blueberry muffin from behind the glass and depositing it in a small paper bag. "Enjoy, and if you found my service satisfactory, please consider a tip."

"Are these for real?" he asked, looking the sign up and down curiously. Rarity nodded, which only added to the man's intrigue. "So $2 extra lets me slap you anywhere?"

"Anywhere sir so desires," nodded Rarity. "If you are interested in suggestions, Ms. Pinkie Pie seems to enjoy spanking me. I suppose a fat ass like mine must be good for something, even if it's—"

The man brought the back of his hand fiercely against Rarity's face, the strike knocking her into her aforementioned plump backside. A sound left Rarity that was halfway between a gasp and a moan, and she gingerly rubbed her cheek as she stood up.

"Thank you, sir." Between the slap, the vibrators, and all the abuse she had suffered at Twilight's hand earlier, it's a wonder Rarity hadn't cum yet. "Will that be all?"

"Huh. That's pretty hot…" The man slipped a $5 bill into the jar, and fiercely slapped Rarity again. This time, she openly moaned from the impact when she got the ground, and she stood up and thanked the man again. "What will the extra dollar get me?"

"Hm… I'm not certain. Ms. Pinkie Pie didn't say…" Rarity tapped her sticky, cum-coated chin in thought. "My body isn't normally worth paying for, but this is for Sugar Cube Corner… I suppose you could spit on me. That seems fair, no?"

"Open your mouth."

"Oh, no, sir. In that case, I'm afraid that's going to be a dollar fifty," said Rarity gently. The man grabbed two quarters from his pocket and tossed them into the jar. Satisfied, Rarity closed her eyes and let her mouth hang open. "Ahhhhh…."

With a foul hiss from his throat, the man worked up a great gob of saliva that he spat harshly into Rarity's tongue. She let out a little hum as she savored the taste of this perfect stranger, dutifully gulping down his spit like a good little whore.

"Thank you for visiting Sugar Cube Corner!" said Rarity with a bright smile. "We hope you return to abuse this cunt soon!"

Rarity waved to the nice gentleman as he departed, feeling the familiar drip of desire down her thighs from the rush of being slapped so hard by someone she'd never met. She oh so loved it when the townsfolk put her in her place, whether she knew them personally or not. It just made her position as subhuman all the more apparent. She may have even stopped to finger herself at her experience if not for the arrival of two more customers.

"Hello! Welcome to Sugar Cube Corner!" Despite her attempt at focusing on her task, Rarity couldn't help but twitch and rub her legs together from the constant vibrations. "What can I do for you gentlemen?"

Based on how little time and concern the pair of men wasted on ordering, Rarity had to assume that they weren't terribly interested in baked goods. The two placed their orders almost as an afterthought, most of their focus on the sign beside the tip jar. Word of mouth travelled fast in Ponyville, especially where the resident slut was concerned.

The pair ordered quickly, just an order of scones, before turning their attention to the tip jar. Rarity watched them discuss among themselves as she accepted their money. They didn't say anything to her as she bagged up their treats and delivered it to them.

"Thank you for coming!" said Rarity with a wave. "Enjoy, and if you found my service satisfactory, please consider—"

BZZZZZ!

Rarity yelped in surprise, the sudden powerful buzzing against her chest nearly taking her off her feet. The burst of pleasure was so intense that it was easily mistaken for pain, especially to Rarity, someone who didn't really see much of a difference between the two. Even still, her breasts were so sensitive that it was almost too much for her. Rarity had to brace herself against the counter as she moaned, tongue hanging from her mouth like a dog.

"Cool." One of the patrons, a unicorn, held the vibe remote, thumbing the dial up to four. "I heard you were a slut, but I didn't think you'd be the type to play with yourself at work."

"I-I am just trying to help Ms. Pinkie today," said Rarity shakily. "And, while I th-thank you for taking the t-time to tease me… You're really only meant to go one level at a time, and they're for—!" Rarity squealed again as the unicorn dialed the vibes up another level. "Oh, sweet merciful Goddess… The dial p-privillege is meant for tipping customers!"

"What's the difference between the remotes?" The other man, a shorter pegasus, grabbed the other remote and, surely intended to fiddle with the settings if not for Rarity's intervention.

"That one is for my clit, and I really must say again that you are really supposed to tip before you adjust the remotes." Rarity spoke as carefully as she could while still maintaining the proper respect when addressing a man. "If you wish to tease me, please let it not be at the expense of Sugar Cube Corner."

"You think we can get her to cum from just the ones on her tits?" asked the unicorn.

"Let's find out."

"P-please, sirs, I must ask you to respect the tip—" Rarity stopped in her tracks when each man pulled out a crisp $20 bill. They lazily dropped the money into the jar, at which point Rarity smiled and folded her hands behind her back. "That's very generous of you. Tease away!"

Between all of the slaps, the physical and verbal abuse from Twilight, being spit on, and the hellish task that was resisting the urge to touch herself for the duration, it was a wonder Rarity had been able to defy her orgasm for as long as she had. Finally, she would get her chance to cum, assuming the patrons' tipping was sufficient.

Heat bloomed in Rarity’s chest, her chest heaving as she felt the fire burn in her core. The men that now controlled her nipples acted slowly, dialing the vibes up bit by bit. They had brought the vibrations down to the lowest setting before slowly ticking them forward. Each second of gentle buzzing sent hot, tingling bolts throughout Rarity's body, making her legs twitch and her pelvis jerk ever so slightly. She had to grip the counter tightly in order to deter herself from plunging her fingers into her aching, starving pussy.

Then came the laughs, the jeers, the mockery. The men were watching her, total strangers waiting for her to cum right there in public. That anticipation, the weight of the gazes upon Rarity's breasts, it was just as exhilarating as the vibrators themselves. Her legs jerked and nearly buckled at the scorn and derision in the men's eyes, that blazing, burning pleasure in her chest blossoming as another patron entered the bakery.

"H-hello!" moaned Rarity, waving shakily to the mare approaching the counter. "If you would be so kind…" She whined and squealed in time with the increase of power of the vibrators. "Goddess… Please, I will be with you in just a moment…"

"What's the deal with the slut?" asked the mare. The stallions snickered, pointing to the tip sign.

"Trying to make her cum from her tits," said the unicorn.

"Is it working?"

"Y-yessss…." breathed Rarity. "Goddess above, I'm so close…"

"She's not foolin'," snickered the pegasus. "That's really all it takes, huh?"

"I know, right? How horny can you be?" laughed his friend. "So pathetic."

Pathetic. That's what she was, absolutely pathetic. Disgraceful, really. A year ago, Rarity was the pinnacle of dignity and grace. Now, she stood before a band of perfect strangers, panting, all but drooling as she was brought to the edge of orgasm for all to see. Anyone could see her, anyone could come in and laugh at her expense, contribute to her pleasure or pain. It was these men who decided when she'd cum, and it only cost them $20 to earn that right.

"P-p-please, sirs…" Every word seemed a struggle, each sentence growing harder and harder for Rarity to form. So close. All she needed was one last push. "I'm so close…"

"Make her beg for it," suggested the mare, pulling a cell phone from her pocket. She began recording, something her fellow patrons followed suit.

"You heard her, bitch," said the unicorn. "Beg for it."

"P-Please, sirs. Let this little whore c-cum," Rarity moaned. "I'll do anything… Just make me cum…"

The three patrons shared a look and, after nonverbally deciding it was good enough, the unicorn pushed the dial up to max power. If Rarity thought the buzzing was intense before, then there was no word that did justice to how she felt now. The fire in her chest spread to her entire body, the tips of her fingers numb from how tightly she clenched her fists. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, her eyes rolling back slightly. It was a feeling so intense, so electric, so powerful that Rarity couldn't put the experience into words. All she knew was that it felt so, so good.

The orgasm that hit Rarity then was unlike any she'd ever experienced. She felt her pussy clamp and convulse around nothing, and she let out a long, shrill moan as she jerked her hip into the edge of the counter. Her cunt gushed, a veritable waterfall of indecent fluid streaming down her quivering thighs, barely able to support her frame. Her tits felt like they had been lit aflame, every square inch of her breasts bristling with passion and pleasure. The buzzing continued, and so too did Rarity's orgasm, until her mind was fried and she could barely keep her eyes open. Finally, after he was satisfied with the video he had gotten, the unicorn turned Rarity's vibes off entirely, finally letting her fall forward onto the counter to catch her breath.

"Whoo!" Pinkie's voice rang from the kitchen, her bubbly enthusiasm in no way hampered by all the work she was stuck doing in the back. "First orgasm of the day!"

"Th-thank you, sirs, for visiting… Sugar Cube Corner…" panted Rarity. Her eyes had glazed over somewhat, and she was so deep in her afterglow that it wasn't entirely clear whether or not she was completely conscious. "We hope you return… To abuse this cunt… Soon…" Rarity turned over, head still resting on the counter when she addressed the mare who had been patiently waiting her turn. "May I take your order…?"

"So, how are we doing out here?"

Rarity was so out of her head that she only barely recognized that she was being spoken to. She had been at it for hours, tending to the patrons and being summarily teased, slapped, spanked, insulted, and spat on. Her body, dripping with sweat from her constant stimulation, was barely being supported by her weak, trembling arms braced against the counter. The line before her was short, but constant, and Rarity scarcely had time to take a breath for herself since her first orgasm.

"Doing just… marvelous…" panted Rarity. Pinkie slid into the spot beside her, watching with a grin as Rarity completed another transaction. Rarity did her best to smile politely to the customer. "Thank you for visiting Sugar Cube Corner…"

The man in question snorted, then slipped $2 into the now overflowing tip jar, before smacking Rarity across the face as hard as he could. She moaned and winced, a bruise from the constant abuse beginning to show through her messy, smudgy, ruined makeup.

"Please come again…" breathed Rarity with an almost delirious grin.

"Wowzers, Rarity. I knew you liked it rough, but these guys aren't holding back!" giggled Pinkie. "You sure can take a pounding!"

"Goddess above, I wish…"

"Huh?"

"While I am immensely grateful to the kind men and women who used me…" Rarity sighed wistfully. "Sadly, no one has seen fit to allow me to use any toys…"

"Hm? So what have you been up to this whole time?" asked Pinkie. Rarity took in a shaky breath as she handed the next customer his scones, quietly thanking him when the man spat in her eyes. "Have you cum?"

"Yes. Nineteen times, if memory serves me. Just let me check…" Rarity craned her head to read the tip sign, which she had previously adjusted to include prices for spitting on her, as well as to keep track of her orgasms, and she quickly counted the tallies. "Twenty-two, actually. Eight of them from just my nipples…"

"Nice! Well, you're doing a good job, and I am plum-tuckered out from the kitchen, so…" Pinkie reached into her mane and withdrew a crisp, fresh $100 bill, which she folded and dropped on top of the pile of cash. Rarity felt her heart pick up, and she glanced back just in time to see Pinkie undoing her pants and pulling out her thick, hard package. While the baker lacked a few inches in terms of length when compared to Rarity's Goddess, she made up for it with sheer girth. "Buckle up, slut, my balls are aching!"

Before Rarity could even begin to prepare herself, a shriek of pain rang throughout the bakery as Pinkie shoved half of her massive meatstick into Rarity's starving snatch. The thrust brought Rarity up to the tips of her toes, the pain almost too much for her to bear. Of all the men, futas, and any other creatures with penises that Rarity had pleasured, she wasn't sure if she had ever felt a fatter cock then Pinkie's. It felt like it was going to split her in half, and she could already imagine the gape that would result from such a sudden, remorseless introduction.

Rarity felt a hand on her shoulder, and another grasp her messy, sticky, cum-coated mane. Pinkie yanked back on the sapphire locks, painfully jerking Rarity's head back to look her in her eyes for just a second before forcing Rarity down the rest of the length of her cock. As the medial ring painfully popped past Rarity's puffy pussy, the fusion of pain and pleasure brought Rarity right over the edge; The slut let out a desperate, twisting howl, amusing the customers in line with her shameful display.

"F-fuck…" Rarity's legs kicked and her feet jittered beneath her, her cunt clamping down around Pinkie's cock, jerking her hips back against Pinkie's pelvis from the force of her orgasm. Rarity grabbed her marker in a shaky telekinetic grasp and added another tally mark to the white board, marking another orgasm. "Thank you, Ms. Pinkie…"

"Hehe. One pump is all it took, huh? Well, I still need to cum, and I'm not a quickshot like you," giggled Pinkie. She moved her hand from Rarity's shoulder to her ample hips, grinding against the whore's fat, juicy rear. "Hey, just cause I'm on break doesn't mean you get to take a breather, too! Look at all these customers!"

"I don't think anyone here minds waiting." The man at the front of the line piped up. "We came for a meal and a show, and you're giving it to us."

"True… But she can multitask, I swear. So…" Pinkie fiercely spanked Rarity's ass, earning a pained yelp and almost immediately leaving a stinging, angry red handprint on Rarity's bouncy cheek. "Back to work!"

Taking orders was hard enough while being teased by vibes, and it was borderline impossible for Rarity to pay attention while being split in half by the single fattest cock she had ever taken. Even still, Rarity did all she could to provide adequate service both to her customers and her current boss. Her body shook as Pinkie rocked her hips, slamming into her abused pussy with no sense of patience. Rarity felt every throbbing inch of Pinkie's length twitch against her insides, pounding painfully against her cervix.

"Thank you for—" Rarity let out a sharp yelp, nearly dropping her customer's change when Pinkie yanked on her tail and slammed herself even deeper. Pinkie had taken Rarity off of her feet with the force of her thrusts, leaving the slut's toes curling as she lay across the counter. "Please come again… Oh! Ms. Pinkie! Goddess, you're hurting me!"

"Huh?" Pinkie stopped, leaning forward and pressing herself down on Rarity in an attempt to better hear her. "What'd ya say?"

"I s-said you're hurting me."

"Oh. Okay." Pinkie grabbed a fistful of Rarity's hair and slammed her head harshly against the countertop. "How 'bout now?" Rarity didn't say anything, too stunned from the pain to respond, but the way she twitched and tensed around Pinkie's length told the baker all she needed to know. "Did you just cum from me slamming your head against the table?"

"Yes…" The marker floated in Rarity's magic, adding another tally mark. "Thank you… May I help whoever is next?"

"Hey, I don't actually want to buy anything." A rather tall, rather curvy earth pony mare approached the counter. Rarity could barely see through the stars in her eyes, but, through some sort of cockslut's sixth sense, she noticed the sizable bulge in the mare's jeans. "But I've got a job interview in like ten minutes and I need to take the edge off. How much to beat off on her face?"

"Hm… $15," said Pinkie after a bit of thought.

"I'll give you $25 if she licks my sack while I jerk it."

"Deal!"

Before Rarity had a chance to argue, as unlikely as that was, the mare had undid her jeans to allow her cock to flop into Rarity's face. Immediately, the intoxicating musk wrapped around Rarity's mind. The masculine smell of the mare's package was addictive, almost succeeding in making Rarity cum again. Rarity nuzzled against the hardening shaft, taking a deep huff of the mare's earthy, powerful essence. She jerked herself forward with an almost animalistic desire, eyes rolling in her head as Pinkie essentially fucked her into this woman's crotch.

"P-please, ma'am…" panted Rarity. "May I please kiss it? I just need a taste…"

"As long as you bring those fat lips of yours down when you're done," sighed the mare, pulling the money from her pocket and depositing it in the top jar. "Hurry up, will ya? I can't cum unless you play with my balls, and I really need to bust a fat one before this interview."

"Thank you, miss. Thank you for your kindness…" Rarity pressed her lips against the flat head of the customer's flare, leaving a faint mark of her fading lipstick on her flesh. "Your generosity…" She licked around the flare, greedily lapping up a sticky bead of pre. "Your delicious cock…"

After licking down the mare's shaft, savoring every musky, salty, sweaty inch of marecock, Rarity finally brought herself down to her main target; somehow, the smell and taste of the mare's dick paled in comparison to what hung below. The smell was so powerful that it almost began to sting Rarity's nostrils, though this was the least of her concerns. Unable to contain herself any longer, Rarity parted her plump lips and took the fat, hot, heavy balls onto her tongue. She moaned in delight, almost purring like a cat, and she sucked greedily on the mare's sack.

"Fuck me…" The mare spat into her hand and quickly went about stroking her stiff rod. She threw her head back in delight, letting out a contented sigh. "Where do you find girls like this?"

"She wasn't always this way. Before, she was all uptight and snooty," giggled Pinkie as she slammed her hips against Rarity's cushy rear. "A little… Let's say itchy, twitchy, rhymes with witchy. Then, one day, outta the blue, she just decided she'd rather be a slut. And why be a little slutty when you can be all the slutty!"

Slut. Whore. Cocksleeve. Cumdumpster. Rarity heard all of these jeers before, and worse, and they always had the same effect on her; an electric tingle ran up her spine as she was belittled, humiliated, used. It was what she lived for.

"I should probably get back to the kitchen soon…" sighed Pinkie. "Oh well. Fun is fun, but there's work to be done. Get ready, I'm gonna stop holding back now."

The idea that Pinkie was fucking her this hard and was apparently holding back should've been a terrifying prospect, and yet, Rarity only felt even more excited. She squirmed forward, letting Pinkie hold her by her legs for maximum control and penetration. Rarity sputtered out a bit of saliva, getting the mare's balls nice and wet before pulling her lips away and rubbing her face against the heavy sack. She could tell by the way the mare twitched, how her balls tensed slightly, that she was getting close.

Meanwhile, Pinkie shimmied out of her pants entirely to allow herself free range of motion, a freedom she took advantage of by stepping one leg up into the counter. She gave Rarity's juicy ass a spank before slamming her hips forward, piercing through Rarity like a drill. Rarity could feel Pinkie bulging in her stomach, rearranging her insides with the same amount of respect one might show a sex toy. That's all she was, at the end of the day. A fuckdoll for the public's amusement.

"Fuck…" Pinkie let slip a rare swear, a sure sign that she was reaching her limit. She moved her hips with even more aggression, sending shockwaves through Rarity's body. It felt so good, the pain almost paralyzing in its intensity. Rarity could no longer feel her legs, only the fat cock that was currently ruining her. She was getting close herself, not that such things mattered, and she parted her lips again to taste the divine flesh of the hefty futa balls before her. As she messing slobbered over her balls, the mare hunched forward, clutching Rarity around the head in an attempt to keep her balance. She gripped her tightly, yanking on the ruined amethyst locks as she too reached her limit.

Rarity was the first to cum, harder than she had previously. As the walls of her cunt twitched and clamped around Pinkie, she followed right behind her; a long, low grunt escaped Pinkie as she buried herself to the balls in Rarity's cunt, her already thick cock pulsing even more as she spurted a flood of hot cum directly into Rarity's womb. Her body milked Pinkie, demanding every last drop from her hefty balls, a payload Pinkie herself was more than willing to provide. She could feel Rarity twitch around her, sense the way her weak, feeble legs kicked from beneath her, and it all just made Pinkie's orgasm all the more enjoyable.

The mare pulled her sack from Rarity's fat lips with a wet pop, stroking her meat vigorously in the slut's face. So high on cock, musk and cum, Rarity's glazed eyes just barely managed to see the pulse of the futa's flare in time. She lazily opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue just a second before the mare unloaded. Jizz shot in thick, heavy jets, the first connecting directly with Rarity's eye while the rest fell a bit short, dripping onto her nose and down her chin. The mare sat her cockhead on Rarity's tongue and let her suckle the last few drops of cum straight from the tap.

"I wish I had more time to mess around with her," sighed the mare. She pulled her cock free and found a clean portion of Rarity's hair to wipe the slobber and cum with before tucking herself away. "Next time, advertise that you'll be doing this. I would've come in earlier, you'd have gotten twice as much business from me."

"We already made more in tips than we did in sales!" giggled Pinkie, pointing to the overflowing tip jar. "Although, this was a hit… maybe I'll make this a more regular thing. Oh well, I gotta get back to baking, feel much better now that I don't have a gallon of cum weighing me down. Thanks for the pussy, Rara." Pinkie slapped Rarity's ass again, as hard as she ever had, and began to skip away when she stopped. "Oh, by the way, that was your lunch break. Hope that cum was enough. Keep up the hard work!"

Rarity didn't respond, too focused on savoring the mouthful of cum she was holding on her tongue. The salty, bitter goo was what got Rarity out of bed in the morning, and she was eternally grateful that she lived in a town with people willing to give a slut like herself what she needs: a firm thrashing and a mouthful of jizz. Rarity waved to the woman who had just glazed her, gulping down the cum happily before looking up with a dazed, dizzy, satisfied smile.

"May I help whoever is next?"