The Real Rarity

Even before Rarity's awakening, she was always more than willing to help out her friends in the ways that she could. Whether that be by designing their outfits, mending their wardrobes, or even just lending some emotional support during hard times, the old Rarity was always able to lend a hand, albeit in a shallow, superficial manner. She refused to do anything she saw as dirty work, which often meant she was effectively useless in regards to things such as Applejack's farm. That was back when Rarity had some misguided sense of pride and self-worth, when she was still perpetuating the ridiculous notion that she somehow had more value than the dirt she so detested.

Now, as she strolled nude down the road to Fluttershy's cottage, it was clear for all to see that the real Rarity had no such backwards beliefs.

"Oh, you're here!" Fluttershy waved to Rarity from her porch, smiling her soft, gentle smile as her friend approached. "I was afraid you'd be busy with Twilight."

"I was, but I managed to convince Goddess Twilight to wait until later to facefuck me unconscious," said Rarity as she neared the cottage. She shared a brief hug and a kiss on either cheek with Fluttershy before stepping back and crossing her arms behind her back the way Twilight often instructed. "She punished me by taking my clothes, but I don't imagine we'll need them today."

"No, I don't think we will. Come on, I'll show you the boys."

Rarity nodded, then followed close behind Fluttershy as she entered her tiny house. While all of her friends supported the real Rarity in her new lifestyle, they tended to do so in different ways. Whereas Twilight went all in on owning and demeaning Rarity, Fluttershy perhaps predictably took a much subtler approach. She was very rarely ever outright cruel or violent towards Rarity, and while the slut sometimes felt herself wanting for a strong hand across her face, she also took solace in how casually and freely Fluttershy treated the situation. If one were to base their guess off of the way Fluttershy spoke to Rarity, it wouldn't be unreasonable to assume that Rarity had always been a slut.

"I'll admit, Ms. Fluttershy, I wasn't expecting this sort of favor from you," said Rarity, wearing nothing but a smile and a face of ruined makeup as they approached the back door. "This wouldn't be the first time someone has used me as a centerpiece for their orgy, but that never seemed to be to your interests."

"I think you might have misunderstood," giggled Fluttershy. She pushed open the backdoor and stepped into the yard, where Rarity followed. "When I said I had some boys who needed relief, I didn't mean people."

Rarity blinked at the sight of the veritable menagerie before her. A trio of wolves sat in wait in the grass, waiting restlessly for their mistress to return. They perked up upon hearing and seeing Fluttershy, their attention darting to Rarity as soon as she entered view. Rarity thought she knew what it felt like to be eyed down, to be looked at like a predator looked at a hunk of meat, but this was different. Now, in this crowd of nature's beast, it was entirely possible that she would end up as prey in the most literal of senses.

"Oh. I see." Rarity tilted her head, noticing that the wolves especially were staring her down, their fierce golden eyes glued to Rarity's bare breasts. She smiled at the thought that even wild animals knew what parts of her were worth looking at. "This is certainly different than I expected."

"I have a contract with an associate in Manehattan," explained Fluttershy. "They supply me with grants every year to continue taking care of animals around Ponyville. In exchange, they sometimes ask me for data to help them with their research. Normally just weight and size measurements, that sort of thing. But now, there's talk of this new pesticide that will hopefully keep some of the nastier bugs from the Everfree out of town, and there's concern on how it might impact the wildlife. So, they asked me to send them a few samples. I've already got blood and fur and the like. Now, I just need a semen sample."

It went quiet for a moment as Rarity considered what it was she heard, ending when she shrugged in Fluttershy's direction.

"Ms. Fluttershy, you must understand. Even before my awakening, I wasn't especially bright," said Rarity. "Now that I'm embracing what a stupid cunt I really am, I didn't understand a word you said aside from 'semen'. But I think that's more or less all I need to know, hm?"

"That's right. You normally sleep with anyone who asks you anyway. I figured my animal friends would be the same?"

"Absolutely! My body is an object to be used by my superiors, and that includes nature itself!" Rarity smiled, folding her hands behind her back and swaying dreamily on the spot. "How may I help, Miss?"

"Here, you'll need this." Fluttershy approached, pulling a small glass jar from her pocket. "Open your mouth, please."

With an eager spark, Rarity let her mouth hang open, a pang of disappointment striking her when Fluttershy refrained from spitting in it. Instead. Fluttershy unscrewed the jar and swiped up a bit of the clear gel, putting her finger in Rarity's mouth and smearing its interior with the sticky goo. The gel tasted vaguely of latex, but the flavor faded far too quickly for Rarity to really decide what it was. Once done with the mouth, Fluttershy turned her attention to a different pair of lips; After getting two fingers coated in the gel, she forced her hand into Rarity's cunt, twisting and turning her fingers until the hole was thoroughly slick and sticky.

"What's that for, Miss?" asked Rarity curiously. Her heart jolted as the wolves growled in her direction, pawing the ground restlessly. It seemed as if the only thing keeping them where they sat was an outstretched hand and a stern glare from Fluttershy. "My, they seem… eager…"

"Which is why I'm afraid I don't have time to explain exactly how it works right now. They've been so patient, I don't know how much longer I can make them wait," said Fluttersh as she pocketed the jar. She pointed to the ground in front of her. "Get on your hands and knees, please. You'll need to offer yourself to the alpha, that'll be Sky here."

Rarity nodded, watching carefully as one wolf slightly larger than his brothers inched forward. She gulped before slowly setting herself down on her hands and knees, heart pounding like a drum as she turned away from the pack. At Fluttershy's behest, Rarity brought her head down and her hips up, shaking her juicy ass in the direction of the lustful beast. Though she couldn't see him, Rarity could hear him approach, could feel his presence as he came nearer and nearer.

"Wait. Wait, boy, wait…" Fluttershy cooed to the animal in the way one might train a puppy, her tone making Rarity just a bit jealous that she wasn't one of Fluttershy's wolves just then. "Good boy. Ready for your treat?" The alpha wolf, Sky, let out a low, rumbling growl. "Okay, Sky. Go breed your bitch!"

All Rarity could hear was the scrambling of paws against dirt before Sky had mounted her. The wolf was clearly excited, as evidenced by the thick, drooling, knotted red spear of a cock that it sported. Sky weighed down on Rarity's back, bringing her almost completely to the ground as he poked and prodded her rear with his member. It took a bit of searching from the animal to find his treat, but when he managed to locate Rarity's entrance, he made up for lost time but ramming himself into her cunt forcefully.

She let out a squeal when Sky pushed her down with his paws, digging his nails gently into Rarity's tender flesh as he fucked her. Fluttershy watched her friend be claimed by the alpha for a moment, giggling into her palm before coming around to Rarity's front. She put her foot beneath Rarity's chin and gently lifted her face from the dirt, beckoning to the other two wolves as she did.

"Corey, Wraithy, you can take her mouth!" called Fluttershy. The two wolves scrambled forward, their stiff cocks drooling precum as they approached their new bitch. "Hm. I suppose you'll have to take turns. You two always managed to play nice, so I'm sure you—"

The wolves, having been as patient as they could muster, promptly ignored their mistress' continued speaking in favor of claiming their share of the treat. With an almost practiced sense of synergy, the two wolves reared up and placed their paws firmly against Rarity's head and shoulders. This left her at eye level with the beasts' sizable equipment. Perhaps more important than sight was smell, the earthy, musky, feral aroma stinging Rarity's nose and sending her head spinning. Though Fluttershy was a general guardian and caretaker to the animals of the Everfree, she always tried to refrain from meddling with the balance of nature too much. As such, it was rare that even these somewhat domesticated wolves received a proper bath, something Rarity became more and more aware of as the dripping, tapered heads came nearer and nearer to her lips.

"Goddess, he's so—" Rarity let out a yelp as Sky the Wolf gave her a particularly forceful thrust; as her mouth went open, the two awaiting wolves darted in, sliding their dirty cocks past Rarity's plump lips. The taste of their flesh was overwhelming, like fireworks on her tongue. That intense taste, coupled with the rough growling of Rarity's new masters and how quickly and deeply they forced themselves to the back of her throat, caused her to gag and choke almost immediately.

"That works, too," said Fluttershy with a giggle. She watched her pets as they did a number on her friend, both of Rarity's holes taking quite the pounding. She looked right at home as the pack's bitch, and Fluttershy was happy she was able to help in that way. "Sorry to say, but these three aren't going to last much longer. They're not used to someone as… experienced as you."

Rarity could barely hear what Fluttershy said to her over the sound of her own gagging, over the growls and snarls of the beasts that were making use of her body. Rarity was never one to expect a tender hand, least of all from a pack of animals, but even she had underestimated just how rough and aggressive they could be. Sky from behind slammed himself into her with no remorse, digging his sharp claws into the soft, tender flesh of her back as he bred her. In the front, Wraithy and Corey mercilessly fucked her face, forcing the musky taste of their unwashed cocks down Rarity's gullet, snapping and barking at each other as they fought over the whore's hole the same way they might fight over a bone.

The wolves yapped and growled louder, pounding and clawing at Rarity until she had tears streaking down her face. She gripped the ground, her fingers digging into the dirt as she did all she could to endure. As the wolves increased their ferocity, all but humping her into the ground, Rarity began to doubt her chances of enduring. There was just too much, too much raw animalistic lust, too much wild, unpredictable thrusts, too much dirty, musky cock.

One of the wolves attacking her face (Rarity thought it was Corey) let out a growling bark, bringing his hips out just a bit too much; he popped out of Rarity's mouth just as he began to cum, dousing her face with his seed. He didn't stop thrusting, even as he fell from Rarity's mouth, and made do with stabbing at her face with his cock. His cum splattered all across Rarity's face, a few jets even going into her eyes and up her nose. Finally, after poking her nostril with the tip of his red rocket, Corey was satisfied and dismounted happily from Rarity's face.

"I figured we'd lose a sample," said Fluttershy with a nod. She crouched down and beckoned to Corey, patting his head when he approached. "Luckily, I only really need two. Just… please don't spill the rest."

Rarity did her best to assure Fluttershy that she would be holding onto every last drop of wolf cum, but much of her linguistic capabilities was taken up by the animal pounding her face, so she could only grunt and moan and hope the message was delivered. It was becoming harder and harder to focus, to breathe through the musk and cum in her sinuses, but Rarity did her best to stay on task. She slurped on the cock in her mouth as dutifully as she would any man or futa who would use her, taking a special sort of delight in the way the bestial organ twitched and throbbed on her tongue. If she knew cocks, and there were few people who knew cocks better than Rarity, she would say that her canine master was close.

The alpha behind her was even closer, letting out a bowl before burying his bone as deep into Rarity as he could manage. Fat blasts of hot doggy cum shot into Rarity's tender cunt, although something wasn't quite right. The sensation of being filled seemed to stop short, and Rarity never got the pleasantly warm flood of cum into her womb; the sign of a good creampie. She hummed quizzically, the extra vibrations from her voice being enough to tip the last wolf over the edge.

Rarity prepared herself for the blast of cum down to her belly but, again, it never seemed to arrive. Instead, her mouth was filled with the bitter, salty, almost metallic taste of wolf cum, the seed getting stopped in her throat when she attempted to swallow it. The obstruction choked her in a way she hasn't been prepared for, the strange bulge in her throat almost entirely cutting off her ability to breathe. A bit of confused panic flashed across her face, a panic Fluttershy was quick to alleviate.

"Don't worry. This is perfectly normal. Just let me help you…" Fluttershy whistled, and the satisfied wolves pulled away from Rarity to sit before their mistress. After giving each of them a loving scratch behind the ears, Fluttershy rounded to Rarity's back side and reached two fingers into her snatch. "One, two, and…"

Fluttershy slowly pulled and, to Rarity's confusion, came out with one end of what appeared to be a latex condom. She tugged the condom free from Rarity's hole, sending a shiver down the slut's spine from the sensation. After tying it up and depositing the sample into a little cup that Rarity hasn't noticed before (too focused on cock, she reckoned), Fluttershy came around to Rarity's face. She reached into the whores mouth and pulled again, followed by the strange sensation of the bulging balloon of cum sliding out of Rarity's throat. After a moment of pulling, the condom was yanked free, giving Rarity her first proper breath in the last few minutes.

"There we go. That's our samples," said Fluttershy, depositing the second condom in a cup of its own. She turned to her wolves and smiled. "You three did wonderfully. I'm so proud of you! Why don't you three go play while I finish up here, okay?" The wolves barked in response, the tone seeming to imply an agreement. "Don't forget to thank Rarity before you go."

"That was… strange…" panted Rarity. She smiled politely as each wolf approached, giving her a lick to her lips before bounding off for the forest where they belonged. "That gel…"

"Magic condom fluid. Morphs into a perfectly formed latex condom upon contact with semen," explained Fluttershy. "It's harder to keep a rubber on a wolf than you might expect. Was it fun?"

"It was, of course! Not that it matters if this whore had fun."

"That's good, because I actually had one last teeny favor to ask."

"I'm an object to be commanded, Ms. Fluttershy, I'll do whatever you ask of me!" Rarity slowly turned over, resting on her cushy bottom while she spoke to her superior. "Is it more of your animal friends? What kind? More wolves? Pig? Bear? Horse?"

"Um, actually…" said Fluttershy sheepishly. She slouched slightly, letting out the rest of her sentence in a hushed whisper. "It's Zephyr…"

As soon as she heard the name, Rarity threw her head back and let out the loudest, most annoyed, most exasperated groan ever heard by man.

"Just one date, and then I promise you don't have to do it again," amended Fluttershy quickly. "I know how he is, but I promised him for his birthday I'd get him a date with one of our friends, and Rainbow is the only other one of us with a vagina."

"And I don't imagine Ms. Rainbow would be generous enough to spare a poor slut from this fate?"

"Last time she saw Zephyr, I nearly had to call the police. It has to be you, Rarity, please!"

"But Miss… He's so… Ugh!" groaned Rarity. "The things he says to me, the way he talks to me, the way he treats me… he makes me feel almost…" Rarity shuddered at the horrible thought. "Respectable."

"Don't be silly, Rarity! No matter what my brother says about you, everyone knows the truth," said Fluttershy kindly. "You're the least respectable person I've ever met!"

"Do you… do you really mean that?"

"Of course, dear. You just had sex with three wolves just because I asked you to. You're an irredeemable whore that I don't think anyone ever respected, especially not me."

"Aww… That's so kind of you to say…" Rarity sat up a bit straighter, sniffling slightly and inadvertently filling her nasal passages with more wolf cum. "Just a date?"

"Just one date," said Fluttershy with a nod. "Then, when you get back, you can help with more of my animal mating demonstrations. I have a grizzly friend who's been eyeing you for weeks now."

"Well… if it would please my mistress, then I will do whatever it is I am asked." Rarity stood up, swiping up a bit of salty cum and sucking it from her finger. "I suppose i had better get ready."

"Wow, you look…"

Rarity waited with bated breath for the rest of the sentence. She had returned home after her visit to the cottage in order to prepare for her "date" and, as it was so spur of the moment, she didn't have a proper outfit ready. All Rarity had to use were bits from her old wardrobe, the remnants of who she used to be. Long, tasteful dresses and high cut, conservative blouses, it all felt so wrong. Even with her safer, less revealing outfit, Rarity did her best to show her true self. She had adjusted her blouse slightly in order to reveal a bit more cleavage, and she raised the hem of the skirt up to hopefully give passersby a glimpse at what lay below. Her panties were thin, a barely-there G-string who's waistband rose high past her skirt and sitting comfortably, and visibly, on Rarity's hips. She looked easy. Slutty. Hell, considering the circumstances, Rarity would settle for tacky or unfashionable.

"Amazing!" said Zephyr with a grin. "You're absolutely gorgeous!"

"Ugh…" muttered Rarity. She forced a smile and spoke a bit louder. "Why, thank you. It's really nothing, just something I threw together. I don't even match."

"Not just anyone can pull off a blue skirt and green blouse, but you are killing it, my girl!" Zephyr offered her arm and gestured down the path from his rented home in Canterlot. "Shall we go?"

"Yes. I suppose we shall…"

Rarity tried to fight back her grimace as she hooked her arm with Zephyr's and set off down the way. Already, this night was a disaster. Despite all of her hints and gentle nudges in the texts and phone calls the two shared in order to set up this date, Zephyr still insisted on behaving like a perfect gentleman, and it was already driving Rarity mad. The last time she was on a "date" was when she was choking herself on her Goddess' dick while Twilight watched a movie. Rarity would choose that over the pleasant, respectful conversation she was enduring with Zephyr, any day of the week.

The pair approached the restaurant where they would be dining, and Rarity nearly recoiled at the sight of the building. It was a fairly new, fairly upscale Prench bistro that Rarity had heard nothing but good things about. It was far too nice for her and, to be brutally honest, it was too nice for Zephyr. As far as Rarity knew, he was broke and shouldn't have been able to afford more than fast food. She was banking on that, hoping that the humiliation of being taken to a cheap, dingy drive through on a date would be enough to get her through it.

"Zephyr Breeze, party of 2," said Zephyr to the hostess as they reached the front of the restaurant. The woman consulted her books for a moment before giving a nod and smile.

"Right this way, sir," she said, gesturing through the door. Zephyr and Rarity followed her through the restaurant to their table, the atmosphere so perfectly romantic that it made Rarity's skin crawl. Zephyr made things all the worse when he politely pulled out a chair and offered it to Rarity with the utmost chivalry.

"What can I get you tonight?" asked the hostess, whipping out a pen and a pad. "The catch of the day is going to be red snapper, and our special for the night is a pan-fried duck with a lovely cranberry and orange pan sauce."

"I think I'll have the sirloin," said Zephyr after briefly consulting the menu. "And Rarity?"

"Er…" Rarity was a bit flustered, but not in a pleasant way. She never got to choose what she ordered. When she went out with Goddess Twilight, she would be lucky to eat at all, and here she was now being given total freedom to have whatever it is she liked. She hated it. "The duck will do fine…"

"Oh, and what wine do you reccomend?"

"Can't go wrong with the pinot noir," said the hostess with a smile.

"Then we'll do that, thank you." Zephyr grinned across the table, gazing longingly into Rarity's sapphire eyes as the hostess departed. "This is something of a celebration for me. My salon just got a big bump, Songbird Serenade came in for a styling and absolutely loved us! Business has been going swell ever since."

"How nice…" Rarity sighed to herself. At least Zephyr still seemed to be his typical, self-absorbed, narcissistic self. Perhaps if he was rude and arrogant enough, this date might be tolerable.

"But hey, enough about me. I want to hear about you." Zephyr smiled charmingly, leaning in to give the impression that every word that was to come from Rarity's mouth was of the utmost importance. "I've always had a bit of a crush on you, if I'm being honest. I'm glad to have this chance to finally get to know you better."

"Oh boy…" Rarity sighed once again. Of all the times to learn tact, respect, and chivalry, Zephyr had to pick now. "Where do I even begin?"

"Well," said Zephyr. "I guess this is it."

Not a second too soon, as far as Rarity was concerned. Her night with Zephyr had been terribly pleasant, horribly nice, and, worst of all, absolutely boring. After dinner, where Zephyr was a perfect gentleman, the two had a delightful stroll through the cool night filled with respectful, charming conversation and an unnerving, frustrating amount of genuine compliments. Zephyr waited on Rarity hand and foot, bending over backwards for her and treating her like a princess. It was awful, just more reminders of the fool Rarity used to be. The old Rarity wanted to be worshipped. The real Rarity knew that she was the one who should be doing the worshipping, but Zephyr couldn’t seem to see that truth. He seemed perfectly happy with drooling over Rarity, worshipping the ground she walked on and all but kissing her feet as the night wrapped up and the pair arrived at Zephyr’s doorstep.

“I suppose so,” said Rarity flatly. Fluttershy had asked her to be on her best behavior during the date, and so she had been holding back much of her frustration throughout the night. Thankfully, the night was over, and all she had to do was take the train back home. Perhaps there would be another horny commuter who would be willing to use her face as a fleshlight. That’s really what Rarity needed, after the awful, delightful, terrible, perfect date.

“You know, it’s getting late. I don’t want you having to take the train all the way back to Ponyville at this hour.” Zephyr gestured to his door, giving Rarity a genuine smile. “Would you like to come in? Maybe the night doesn’t have to end here. Maybe you can stay the night with me?” Rarity didn’t immediately react, but Zephyr didn’t let that deter him. “I don’t think there’s anyone I’d rather have breakfast with tomorrow than you.”

“I…” Rarity’s words faltered for a bit, and she struggled to get herself together. Zephyr was seriously committed to being a good first date, to the point where Rarity almost admired it. It made her question herself, question her decisions and who she was. She was convinced that she had no value outside of being a cumrag for strangers, but Zephyr clearly seemed to think differently. Who was Rarity to argue with a man? Maybe he had a point. Maybe there was some of the old Rarity hidden away. "I really should head home. My sister, and the Boutique… An entrepreneur of your stature must understand?"

"Oh, absolutely. Totally understand. It's just a shame that our night has to end here. But, alas. All good things must come to an end, right?" It was clear that Zephyr was disappointed, but he was also being very kind and understanding, which further irritated the whore. "I can walk you to the train station, if you like, and… Well, would it be alright if I were to maybe kiss you goodnight?"

At that point, when Zephyr asked the purest of questions in the most respectable of manners with the most wholesome of intentions, Rarity finally snapped.

"Actually, no. That would not be alright. Do you know why that is?" Rarity couldn't control herself, the fire from her frustration finally boiling over. "It's not just because you're a tacky hair stylist with as much personality as a bag of chips. It's not just because you're such an unfuckable deadbeat that your sister had to literally order me to go out with you tonight. It's not just because I caught a glimpse of your 'bulge' through your slacks and had to choke back a laugh."

"Rarity…"

"It's because you are, without a shadow of a doubt, the most limp wrist, weak, pussy-whipped, impotent simp I have ever had the misfortune of having dinner with!" snapped Rarity. "Do you understand, Zephyr? I live a life in which all anyone need do to see my breasts is to command me to remove my shirt. I will suck off literally any single one of my neighbors who ask, and even more who don't even bother. Earlier today, I had a foursome with a pack of wolves because your sister told me to, and I would fuck every last dirty, smelly, disgusting, savage beast in the Everfree three and a half times each before I'd even consider letting you touch me!"

"Hey, I think you should calm down…" Zephyr stiffened somewhat, his face having fallen into a watery frown. "I thought we were having a moment. That we had something."

"This is exactly my problem! You've treated me with nothing but respect and kindness, and here I am taking the piss out of you because you were too nice! You should be furious! Yet you're on the verge of tears!" shouted Rarity. "Push me! Slap me! Call me a cunt and spit in my eyes! Do something!" Zephyr turned away, bowing his head to hide his expression, which did nothing but infuriate Rarity further. "Unbelievable. I never would've thought that out of the two of you, it'd be your sister who got the balls in the family. If I spoke to Ms. Fluttershy this way, she'd have me touch my toes while she caned my ass raw and let a bear rape my face. To think she has more spine than you!"

"I'm sorry you feel that way," said Zephyr. He slowly turned back to face Rarity, his jaw clenched and his fists balled. "But I really think you should leave."

"Oh, believe me, I'm leaving! Maybe if I'm lucky, I'll bump into a real man who'll slap me around and put me in my place. Since you're too soft to do it." Rarity scowled and, just for good measure, reared her foot back to kick Zephyr square in the balls. Her date let out a pained grunt as he buckled, but still didn't quite react in the way Rarity wanted. "Good night! Pussy."

Rarity managed about three steps before she felt a hand grab her by the hair and yank her back. As Rarity stumbled forward, she bounced off of Zephyr's chest before he grabbed her firmly by the blouse. He ripped her top down the middle as he tugged her forward, baring one of her fat tits before he reached up to yank Rarity by the hair with one hand and choked her around the throat with the other. There was an uncharacteristic rage in his eyes, the abuse finally growing to be too much to take.

"You better watch your mouth when you talk to me, you stuck up bitch!" Zephyr grabbed her throat with his other hand and throttled her with both hands. "I'm a pussy, huh? Is that right? What do you have to say now, huh?!"

"About…" Rarity croaked out the words, rolling her eyes as she did. "Fucking… Time…"

If Zephyr heard her, he was too busy wringing Rarity's throat to respond. His fingernails dug into her soft flesh, the pressure in Rarity's head mounting with each passing second. She flailed in Zephyr's grasp, weakly trying to sway his arms away, but to no avail. She was fading, her eyes bulging slightly from her skull as her eyes went red and her face went blue. When it was clear that she had no chance of fighting free from Zephyr's grasp, Rarity found a better job for her hands; She let out a croaking, raspy moan as she slipped her hand down her skirt and furiously rubbed at her clit. She was seeing stars, her vision tinged a deep, bloody red, and she rubbed herself even faster in an attempt to get off before it was too late. Rarity could feel her eyes roll back, her head seemingly moments away from bursting, and finally, she faded.

It was a sharp pain between her legs that woke Rarity up, the harsh, sudden introduction of Zephyr's cock into her cunt. She had hit the ground after she passed out, and Zephyr must have tossed her forward onto the doorstep before moving on to violate her. The cool breeze against her stinging ass told her two things: she had been stripped nude while unconscious and spanked raw shortly thereafter. She tried to push herself up to her hands and feet, but a strong hand forced her head down against the concrete step with authority.

"Who's weak now, bitch!" Zephyr pushed down on Rarity's head, pressing her against the ground while he raped her. He moved with no restraint, no patience in the way he penetrated her. For as much as Rarity mocked him for his size, that bulge of Zephyr's felt plenty big now, the way he slammed against her cervix.

"Oh f-fuck…" Rarity let out a wheezing moan, her cunt twitching around Zephyr as she came. She couldn't breathe, and pain racked her entire body from beneath Zephyr's weight. He was using her like an object, tossing her around, hurting her, abusing her just the way Rarity said he couldn't.

Maybe Zephyr had more balls than Rarity realized.

"Dirty slut! You're actually getting off on this!" growled Zephyr. He reached forward and hooked his fingers into Rarity's mouth and yanked back, jerking her head back while he drilled her to pieces. Rarity scrambled, flailing out of some reflex to escape. She hadn't been prepared for this level of ferocity, this level of aggression, and it began to dawn on Rarity that she may have poked the wrong bear. Zephyr looked to be on the verge of seriously hurting her, but it was that danger that heightened the experience enough to make Rarity cum again. She barely got out her moan when Zephyr brought her head down to the concrete step with authority, and she once again blacked out.

Based on how stiff and uncomfortable she felt when she woke up, Rarity concluded that she must have been out for quite a bit longer than last time. Aside from the bruised hickeys she suddenly felt on her nipples, and the thick, somewhat cooled stream of cum running down her thighs, the most glaring change of scenery was the view of Zephyr's pelvis as he rammed his sticky, cum-coated cock down her throat. She was on her back, with Zephyr over her and pistoning his hips relentlessly against her face, and Rarity did the only thing that made sense; She maneuvered her hand to her cum-filled snatch and forced four fingers into her hole, fucking her hand until she came for the third time (at least, the third time that she was consciously aware of).

"Every time I saw you, every time I heard your voice, I thought of this," huffed Zephyr. "I dreamed of winning you over, taking you to bed, and fucking you until you couldn't tell up from down. It didn't have to be this way, but since you wanna act like a cunt… how about I make a mess of that pretty face of yours."

Zephyr buried himself deep, his balls to Rarity's chin, and held there for a bit. He groaned at the way her throat twitched around him, at the way her eyes rolled back as she threatened to pass out once again. Before she lost consciousness, he wrenched his cock from the slut's mouth and let it fall against her cheek, striking himself over the edge. Zephyr groaned in satisfaction as he came, firing off thick, hot ropes of cum against Rarity's face. Semen sprayed into her hair, up her nose, a few stray spurts even splashing into her open eye. Rarity let her mouth hang open, hoping to catch a drop or two, and was rewarded when Zephyr wrenched her mouth open and cleaned himself using her tongue.

"I'm telling Shy that she owes me another date. I asked for a nice night out and she sets me up with some psycho bitch who needs to be knocked out in order to get off," snorted Zephyr as he replaced his slacks. "I'm gonna catch some shut-eye. Don't wait up."

"W-wait…" croaked Rarity, doing her best to sit up. While she only managed to prop herself up on her elbows, the new vantage point allowed her to see the remnants of her clothes, shredded and strewn around. "I've not got any clothes… Could I please stay with you after all? I'll do anything you ask, sir."

"Anything?" asked Zephyr. Rarity nodded her head obediently. "Alright. Spread your legs."

Rarity grinned, dazed in some combination of punch and cock drunk, and did as she was commanded. She was expecting Zephyr to undo his pants, drop down to the ground, and rape another load of cum into her womb. Instead, he reared back his foot and swung it right between Rarity's legs, the toe of his shoe slamming unforgivingly against her clit. The whore let out a wail of pain, her shriek devolving into pained sobs when Zephyr grinded his foot down against her bean, giving her already abused cunt a firm stomp for emphasis.

"Now thank me for it," ordered Zephyr. Rarity, doubled over in pain, fighting back tears and yet another orgasm, took a second to respond.

"Th-thank you, sir…" gasped Rarity. With a snort, Zephyr stepped over his used slut, putting all of his weight against her cunt before walking past and unlocking his front door. Before she could even turn to see him leave, Zephyr slammed the door closed behind him and locked it with a click. With no clothes, her purse having been tossed who knows where, and no way of getting back home until tomorrow when she could perhaps suck some dick for money, Rarity had no other choice but to curl up on Zephyr's cold, hard front step and attempt to fight through the pain to sleep.

As her eyes fluttered closed, a smile crept to Rarity's lips. She was right. The old Rarity was dead and buried, after all.