Most Unexpected

Rarity hummed a jaunty tune in the upstairs work area of the boutique as dozens of sewing implements danced around her. Before her, a ponequin sat bearing her latest—and, if she dared, most fabulous—wedding dress. Through the red glasses perched on her snout, she squinted at a seam on the left foreleg. A needle and thread floated over, and with a slight twitch of her nose...

“Done!” The ballet around her ended, each item flying back to its predetermined spot in her work room as she beheld her own genius. “Rarity, darling, you are simply the best! Fleur is going to... love...”

No, no, this simply wouldn’t do. This order was for the top model in all of Equestria, getting married to the most important stallion in all of Equestria! While the dress before her was beautiful in many ways, it lacked a certain touch, a certain... Rarity touch. This was the biggest wedding since Princess Cadance’s, and all of the highest earners and biggest names in the country would be there. The mere thought of the kind of business she could gain, not to mention the fame, made her light-headed.

Rarity sighed. There was not getting around it; the dress needed more sparkle, more Rarity. More gemstones. Sadly, a quick glance at her chest of gems confirmed what she already knew: she was out at the moment. Well, it appears that I shall have to bribe Spikey-Wikey into another trip to the quarry. Can't do anything else until... he gets back.

Just the thought of him sent a tiny flutter through her chest and an unladylike, goofy grin to her face. Her secret beau. Part of her did enjoy the slight thrill at the idea of a forbidden, hidden romance, but a large part of her—and growing larger by the day—felt guilty for asking him to maintain professional appearances. It's simply the only way, she had reasoned, and he acquiesced. They both did a great amount of business in Canterlot, and the scandal of a relationship like theirs would almost certainly ruin their reputations among the stuffy elites and noble class. Still, more and more she wished she could walk down the street snuggled to his side, proudly showing off their affection. He certainly deserved more than—

Three firm knocks on the front door of the boutique, a pause, and then three more. Rarity's whole body tensed for a moment. Did she forget the date? A glance at her calendar said no, so that must mean...

"He's back early!" Rarity squealed, almost floating in the air. He wasn't supposed to return until next Tuesday, but that was his knock! Part of his goofy charm, one of many idiosyncrasies that endeared him to her. To think, she had spent her entire life dreaming of being swept off her hooves by some unicorn prince, and here she was, head over hooves for a humble gem cutter, and not even a—

“I’ll get it!” Sweetie Belle cried from the other room. The squeaky voice snapped Rarity back. Reality crashed down upon her as she glanced at her reflection in the sewing machine and recoiled in horror at what she saw; she couldn't allow him to see her like this! Quickly, she made her way to the mirror, beauty products flying in a hurricane of magic. Yes, he was likely here for business, but that's no reason not to try and look fabulous. Several seconds later—a final pout of the lips to confirm—and she deemed herself ready.

Rarity bounded down the second-floor hallway, but paused right before she made the turn to the stairs. Racing down like some kind of desperate school filly was most unbecoming of a lady. She stood still for a moment, a giddy smile on her face as she recalled the past seven months and her—admittedly unusual—beau.

Like so many romances, it started innocently enough: her normal supplier of cut gems flaked out on her for the last time, and on the recommendation of a contact in Fillydelphia, she invited the co-owner of an up and coming new dealer, Dobie Brothers Cutting & Fitting, to her home. They had gotten off to a... rough start: to her unending shame, she had screamed like a filly the first time he appeared at her door.

However, she had rather quickly opened up to him. After weeks of apologizing, he broke down and agreed to her invitation for a lunch date. She found him not to be a brute or thug, but kind and warm.

For the life of her, Rarity could not pinpoint the moment she fell for him, or even the moment when the differences in appearance ceased to matter, but she had indeed fallen for him, and fallen hard. His gruff voice and thick accent hid a childlike love of life, a sharp wit, goofy sense of humor, and innate strength that made her feel... safe. And then, of course, there were his... other attributes.

Rarity's ivory face flushed light red, but she couldn't deny the truth. The differences that had once terrified her now titillated her. His broad shoulders, piercing yellow eyes, towering presence. Those sharp teeth nipping at me, those hands oh those wonderful hands running all over my body—

"Mister Rexy!"

Once more, Sweetie's squeaky cry snapped her back to earth. “Honestly, Rarity,” she scolded herself, “you’re acting like a filly in her first heat!” Still, it was hard to deny her own body’s desires. Having known a lover’s touch, two weeks with nothing more than steamy memories and her own hoof had left her wanting.

Taking a final moment to clear the more risqué thoughts from her mind, she headed downstairs. As she hit the bottom steps, a sight that six months ago would have sent her screaming in panic now warmed her heart. In front of the door, Sweetie Belle was playing with a massive Diamond Dog. A bit over six feet tall, and covered with short, well-groomed black fur that changed to a rich chestnut on his lower jaw and neck, he was clad in the simple yet elegant button down shirt and matching trousers she had made for him. The Dog knelt down to ruffle the filly's mane as she giggled and spoke animatedly, recounting the latest cutie mark consultations she and her friends had done. Rarity stayed there for several moments, just watching the two of them play, a warm smile on her face.

Sweetie Belle was nearly as enamored with the Dog as she was. In a completely different way, of course! Unlike herself, the first time Sweetie set her eyes on him, she was practically in his lap, asking about where he came from, what it was like being a dog, and generally just being friendly and curious. But as she watched her beloved little sister interact with her beloved beau, her previous thoughts weighed a bit heavier on her heart. She hated keeping secrets from her sister.

Finally, as Sweetie Belle was on her back, out of breath with giggles, while the dog tickled her tummy, Rarity cleared her throat. "Sweetie Belle, that's enough. Please leave dear Rexinius be."

"Aww," Sweetie pouted. Begrudgingly, she rose from the floor and walked back towards her sister.

Rarity chuckled, then looked back to him. Their eyes met, and her heart once more sped up, though she kept her face warm, but neutral. “Mister Dobieyanski, so nice to see you again.”

The dog flashed her a small grin, but Rarity could read his wagging tail and perked ears. “Miss Rarity.”

The two held their gaze for a moment more before Rarity spoke again. "I hope my dear sister was not bothering you with her roughhousing."

"Hey!" Sweetie Belle squeaked up at her.

Rex chuckled. "You're joking, yes? My sweet bell could never bother me!" His accented voice came as a deep growl, he somehow held a warmth and gentleness that sent a flutter through Rarity's chest. "She was just telling me of her and her Crusader friends' recent work helping others with their... eh, 'Booty Mark'?"

"Cutie Mark," she huffed.

"Oh, is that what it is?" Rex lightly slapped his hand against his forehead. "Prosti menya, I can never remember that! If only you talked about it more!"

As Sweetie blushed, Rarity sighed. "Honestly, Rex, you are incorrigible."

"Hey!" he cried, waving a finger at her. "If I knew what that word meant, I would be very offended... I think!"

"Oh, what joy," Rarity deadpanned, "I now have two children in my home."

"Heh-heh. Very well, I will stop teasing you... if you will get me a juice box and some cookies," he said with a cheesy grin and a waggle of his eyebrows."

Rolling her eyes, Rarity nevertheless chuckled, then knelt down to fuss with Sweetie Belle’s mussed mane. “Oh, Sweetie, look what has become of your mane due to your roughhousing. Really, scampering about like that is no way for a proper lady to act.”

“Rarity, stop it!” Sweetie whined under her sister’s ministrations.

Rex laughed. "Now, now, my sweet bell, your sister is merely trying to make you to be a proper lady."

"But I'm not a lady, Rexy."

"I think you are," he said warmly. "In fact, I could see you standing in front of any pony in Canterlot, soothing with your beautiful voice."

Sweetie flushed. "I-I-I don't have that good a voice."

"I again do not agree, my sweet bell. I have heard you sing. You are like angel when you sing."

"A-anyway," she redirected, "I wouldn't want to be like those snooty ponies in Canterlot."

Rarity gasped. "Sweetie Belle!"

"What? It's true! All those ponies you told me about seem so rude. Besides, Rexy isn’t proper!”

“Sweetie, what an incredibly rude thing to say to a guest in our home!”

Rex laughed. "Is okay, Miss Rarity. She is right, I am far from proper. However, my sweet bell, you need not be proper to act proper. Here, watch." He stood back to his full height and strode to where Rarity stood only to kneel down once more.

Rarity's breath caught in her throat as his piercing amber eyes locked with hers, sending a wave of goosebumps down her back. Those eyes, at once kind and warm, but such strength beneath.

He leaned in closer and took her hoof in his hand, eyes never leaving hers. "Dobryy den', Lady Rarity." His voice was soothing, gentle. "It is a pleasure to see you again. As always, you are a vision." With that, he leaned in and placed a chaste kiss on her hoof.

Rarity's cheeks flamed almost painfully hot as a coy titter escaped her. "W-well, Mister Rex, you are as charming as always. I'm glad you could stop by. I'm working on a big order, and find myself in... desperate need of you. Gemstones!" she added quickly as Sweetie shot her a puzzled glance. "I mean, I need your gems to complete the dress, of course. Why, I..." Oh, forget it, go for broke. "I dare say I can't... finish without you."

"Heh, I understand, my lady," he said with a grin. "That is why I have brought my finest cuts and many of my tools with me." He nodded towards the briefcase by the door. "I was not sure what you needed, so I brought a bit of everything. I assure you,"—he knelt closer, causing her to shiver as his hot breath tickled the inside of her ear—"I have the exact equipment you need."

Rarity shivered, suddenly finding her mouth bone dry, the moisture redirected elsewhere. Etiquette, she decided, could take a hike. "Um, Sweetie Belle? Why don't you go play with your friends for the rest of the day? Mister Rex and I have a lot of... work to do.”

“Oh! Can I watch?”

“No!” both adults shrieked.

Rex was the first to recover. “Uh, eh-heh, what I mean is, why don’t you go meet your Crusader friends?”

"I can’t. Apple Bloom is busy with chores, and Scootaloo is out with her aunts."

Rarity let out an exasperated sigh, then her eyes brightened. "Oh, I know! Why don't you go down to the library and read a book? Twilight told me the latest Nancy Hoof novel came out last week."

"Ugh, those books are lame," Sweetie whined.

Rex let out a tiny whimper, but Rarity just smiled. "That's too bad, Sweetie. You know, I heard a rumor that a certain young dragon happens to love Nancy Hoof..."

Sweeties cheeks burned brighter than Rarity's. "Um... m-maybe I could give them a second look. Bye Rarity! Bye Rexy!" Before either adult could say anything else, Sweetie bolted out the door.

Now alone, Rex chuckled and walked to the door, easing it shut and clicking the lock. "Heh, I swear, she gets more adorable every ti—oof!"

Rarity pounced on Rex, sending the dog crashing onto the couch that conveniently appeared behind him. Whatever admonishment he was going to say turned into a moan as she ground hard against his crotch. He let out a quiet whine, clawed paws resting on her rump. "Why Lady Rarity, how despicably uncouth."

"Mmmm, shut up and kiss me." With that, she pressed her lips to his. He growled and opened his mouth, revealing his sharp canines as their tongues writhed against one another. She could still smell the faint, acrid scent of cigars on his hot breath as it filled her mouth, which she would have to bring up later, but for now she couldn’t care less. Rarity let out a quiet whine, running her broad tongue over those sharp teeth, all the while continuing to grind her moistening marehood against him.

Rex intensified the kiss as his hands—oh, those delicious hands—massaged and kneaded her soft rump, spreading and squishing her cheeks.

"I missed you," she gasped breathlessly into his open mouth. She wrapped both forelegs around his neck, pulling him closer, feeling his broad chest, his strong heartbeat growing faster as their tongues danced. The sharp taste of meat hit her tongue, eliciting a moan and a twitch in her nethers, and she increased the speed of her wanton grinding.

"Mmmm, and I, you." As he spoke, Rex squeezed her plump ass harder, fingers sinking into the squishy fat, feeling the barest hints of muscle beneath. Every time he pressed her cheeks together, his sharp claw tips inched closer and closer to her quivering lips. She whined into his mouth, already feeling the hefty yet still growing bulge in his trousers pressing up against her.

Drawing on what little concentration she could muster under his groping, Rarity lit her horn and unbuttoned his shirt. She moaned once more at the sight of his muscular chest, defined from years of quarry work. She ran her tongue across his one more time then pulled back, sinking her head lower and attacking his chest. Rex gave a low growl as her broad tongue caressed his muscles, tracing along his pectorals, pausing every so often to nip at his flesh covered in short yet silky fur.

"So needy," he moaned, lowering his muzzle to nibble on the tips of her ears. His paws gave both her cheeks a light slap, earning another whine. "You are making a mess of the trousers you made me."

Indeed, Rarity could feel the growing wet spot on the fabric beneath her sopping pussy, but he didn't seem to mind. He was now humping back against her, matching her every gyration with one of his own, causing a delightful friction between her nethers and his sizable cock, still trapped behind the fabric.

She just moaned and continued to lap at his chest, her mind growing hazy with lust as his hands still shamelessly groped her ass. Those sharp claw tips rested just at the edges of her plump lips, never there but teasingly close. Every time she would wiggle her wide hips, trying desperately to bring on some kind of firm contact, he would reposition, leaving her whining with need but ultimately wanting.

“Mmm, why must you tease m-me so?” Rarity whimpered between licks.

“Because you enjoy it so.”

Finally, he removed his left hand from her ass, only to grab her mane and forcibly yank her head up to face his. Their eyes met, hers drowning in wanton lust, his sharp and focused, almost angry with need. Another growl, loud and possessive, and he mashed their faces together. Their tongues met, but he easily dominated hers, exploring every inch of her mouth.

With strength she didn't know she had, she pulled back, locking eyes once more. "Bedroom," she panted.

A sharp growl, and he hefted her off his lap. Those strong muscles slammed her into his shoulder, and he rose, striding with purpose driven by lust towards the stairs. The entire trip, his hand never stopped kneading her ass, claw tips gingerly teasing at her lips. He carried the mare across her own home, lumped over his shoulder like a roll of fabric. The grip was so strong, Rarity had never felt so helpless, so aroused.

Rex kicked in her bedroom door with a loud crack. Before Rarity could cry in protest, he threw her into the bed. The plush pillows cushioned her landing, though she still had to catch her breath. The instant the door was closed, Rex was upon her, pinning her forelegs to the bed. She writhed under his weight pressing down on her, and shot him a coy smile, their faces inches apart. "Hello."

"Pleased to be meeting you," he chuckled, and pressed forward into another passionate kiss. Rarity arched her back and pressed her needy snatch against him, grinding against the soft fur of his belly. His hand left her leg and snaked in between them.

“Oooooh.” His dexterous fingers flicked over her nipples, giving each a slight pinch before moving lower and finally his palm rested over the searing heat of her pussy. The contact was light, a feather's touch, but Rarity was quickly losing the battle against herself.

“How do... you want it, milady?”

“I-I—oh, right... hnnng, right there.” His claw gently, so gently traced between her pussy and her tight pucker, sending little electric tingles into her flexing hips. “Hard, please.”

Rex’s hand paused and he pulled back slightly to look into her eyes. “Are you sure?”

While his eyes were thick with concern and passion, hers were drowning in lust. “Safe word chiffon or three taps, as usual. Now please,” she all but whispered, "make me yours," then dove upwards to catch his lips again.

The two moaned into each other's mouths for several long minutes, until reluctantly, she pulled back. "Wa... mmmm, w-wait, wait wait." He lifted his head up and eyed her curiously. "Let me... soundproofing spell."

"Eh?"

Rarity gasped several times to catch her breath, still gently undulating her belly to run against him. "Twilight taught me a soundproofing spell. Told her... hnng, told her it was so I could work at night without waking Sweetie. Just, just a moment."

Slowly, he rose up to let her out, her body screaming to regain contact, and she walked back to the door. Several deep breaths, and her horn glowed with magic. As she focused on the spell, she could hear the rustle of clothing being removed, and had to bite her lip to stop from turning around. Just the thought of him naked, flesh turgid and wanting...

Rarity grunted, focusing back in the spell. Finally, with a loud pop, an almost invisible bubble surrounded the bedroom. She let out a breath and smiled, pleased with herself, and turned back. "There, now we will not... not be..." Her hind legs clenched. Hard.

His jet-black fur contrasted sharply with the red satin sheets. The black gave way to a rich brown fur covering his chest and abs, the same tone as the underside of his muzzle. He sat against the headboard, legs splayed lewdly, his naked body exposed. The short fur displayed his chiseled physique, and there, in yet another contrast, his sizable cock: proud, hard. Ready.

She bit her lip, her tail flicking behind her, as she looked to his eyes. The warmth from before had vanished, replaced by an almost feral look. Gone was her beau, her lover; this was her controller. Her Alpha. His lips curled, revealing his pearlescent teeth, and spoke one simple word, voice low and rumbling.

"Come."

She very nearly did. Had she any less restraint, she would have shoved a hoof against her winking clit and collapsed into a pile of orgasmic mush right there at the foot of the bed. Instead, locked into his dominating gaze, she climbed up into the bed.

The satin sheets created a delicious friction against her sensitive coat as she slid towards him on her belly. She paused at his legs, need overtaking her, and licked daintily at his foot paws. The soft, velvety feeling of his paw pads met her tongue. She ran the tip in between each pad, lapping at the little bits of fur. His toe claws flexed in reaction, but she maintained the contact. He growled again, snapping her back. She pulled back and obediently made her way up his leg, kissing and nipping at his fur until her prize was right before her eyes.

It was so odd, so alien to what she was used to, but in all the best ways. Not mottled like a stallion, but a deep red, almost purple with arousal, nearly throbbing in time with his rapid heartbeat. She had gasped the first time she saw it at its full size, nearly as large as her most endowed previous lover, a more tapered end that thickened out deliciously towards the base.

"Suck."

Rarity all but dove forward, ignoring his cock and instead burying her nose into his heavy balls. His musk filled her nostrils: a strong, heady scent, so dirty and unclean, but every deep breath she took only made her want more.

Still inhaling his scent, her tongue left her mouth and began lapping at his heavy sac, coating it with saliva. She played with one of his plump balls, rolling her tongue around, causing him to groan again, while her hoof pressed gently into the other. Opening her mouth wider, she took one into her mouth, shuddering at its weight—full of rich, potent seed—suckling lightly at it. She could now taste the scent from before: unwashed and primal, like sweat mixed with some kind of spice. A hand fell upon her mane, gently but firmly pushing her further into his crotch.

Her nose still buried in his sac, a wetness hit her forehead. She reluctantly left her meal, she looked up. A thin trail of slimy pre glistened against his thick cock. "Oh..." Her eyes nearly rolled back into her head and she fell upon it, desperate for the taste.

A low grunt escaped him as her broad tongue slowly--so slowly--made its way up his length. It easily covered the entire underside; Rarity could feel every single vein as she made her way up, tracing the line of delicious fluid back to its source.

With a final flick of her tongue, she reached the tapered head, and pulled back a bit to eye her toy. As soon as her vision focused, a dollop of musky pre-cum oozed out. Rarity leaned forward, taking just the tip into her mouth.

"Mmm, yes," Rex hissed, hand still rubbing her ear. "You have talented tongue, pony."

"Mmmmm." Rarity closed her lips around the first inch of his cock, suckling lightly, running her tongue in circles. He bucked upwards, trying to force himself deeper into her warm, tight muzzle, but she decided to repay his teasing from before and matched his movements, never letting more than that one inch inside. Her tongue flicked over and over tip while she kept up the pressure around it.

Another slow spurt of musky fluid hit her tongue, and Rarity needed more. Parting her lips, she dove forward, taking more of his length in her mouth. Another hiss of pleasure from above her, and she could feel the muscles in his legs tense, his knees locking out from the sudden increase in stimulation.

Rarity tilted her head slightly, allowing the tapered tip of his cock to rub against the roof of her mouth while her tongue continued lavishing his flesh. His sharp claws ran through her mane slowly, urging her on. Finally, Rarity reached her limit, several inches still outside her mouth while the tip barely poked against her throat. She held there for several moments, enjoying the tangy tastes of his pre now liberally flowing down his length. She flicked her eyes to his, grinning around his cock. She knew just what buttons to push.

"Hmmmmmm."

Rex groaned as Rarity's hum sent shivers down his length. She slowly made her way back up and settled into a slow rhythm. Repeatedly, her mouth worked him over like an old pro, tongue flicking along the veins, every now and then changing the angle of her head, trying to cover every square inch.

"Oh, such a good little mouth," Rex hissed. His hands rubbed her mane in slow circles as his hips gently bucked up to meet her downward motions. "I wonder if your friends are knowing that you are such a good cocksucker."

"Mmmmm..."

"That you—ahnn, Bozhe moy—you speak so proper yet drool at the thought of dog cock fucking your face." He punctuated his words with a sharp thrust upwards. Rarity's eyes went wide and she gagged slightly as his tip pressed against her throat.

Though this was far from their first time, Rex was normally the best kind of lover: attentive, gentle but firm. Now, ever since her request to "make her his," the other side of him was showing. His powerful thighs were thrusting firmly up at her bobbing head, his hands gripping tightly to her mane—so tight that it was almost starting to hurt. Rarity would never complain, though; the rough treatment was definitely having an effect on her, a fact that her dripping snatch bore testament to.

Rarity lapped upwards slowly and flicked her tongue over his tip, but his hands pressed down on her head, forcing her back down his length. Another gag as his cock rammed into the back of her mouth, and this time he held her there. Rarity's eyes began to water. She brought her hooves to his thighs and tried to back off.

"Nyet, pony!" He gave her head a hard shove, and this time his cock slammed through the barrier and entered her throat.

"Glck!" Rarity was now beating on his legs, her air running low as he held her down. She looked up at him through watery eyes, pleading for release.

Mercifully, he removed his hands and Rarity pulled off instantly, coughing and sputtering. After several moments, her breathing returned somewhat to normal. Before she could process thanking him for letting her catch her breath, Rex launched himself up, landing on his knees. His fat red cock, throbbing visibly, smacked against the side of her muzzle, leaving a drop of pre smeared across her cheek.

"I did not say you could stop!" He grabbed her mane with both paws, and with no other warning, slammed his cock into her mouth.

"Glck!"

This time, he did not stop until the tip slammed into her throat. Rarity gagged hard around his length, but he either didn't hear or didn't care. He pulled his hips back and thrust forward again. "Ahnn... so tight!"

Rarity's eyes went wide, filled with tears, as he kept pushing deeper, deeper, deeper, using both his powerful thighs and paws to force her past her limit. Finally, her nose touched his groin, and that thick, heady scent of arousal and sweat filled her nostrils.

He stayed there for a few unbearably long seconds, a deep moan escaping him as Rarity's gagging throat massaged his length. Mercifully, he pulled back, and Rarity coughed around his cock, but before she could revel in the relief, he pushed forward again. Her battered throat was no match for his dominant might, and his tip sailed back into her throat.

"Mmmm, you see, pony? It's like—hah, nngh—your throat was made for this. Made for sucking dog cock like a whore."

As he spoke, he continued to thrust in and out, in and out. Rarity's vision was blurred from the tears, her lungs desperately trying to bring in air, only to find each breath tainted with spittle and precum. Her throat was on fire, yet it was nothing to the fire in her crotch.

Each thrust brought his heavy balls slapping in her chin, lewd "hwlk, hwlk" sounds from her throat and growls from him. He was well and truly fucking her face, slamming his cock into her, grinding her nose into his crotch as she swore she could feel her throat bulge from his thickness, the shock waves rubbing her aching cunt against the silk sheets, her throbbing clit soaked from the puddle of her own juices as he used her.

His thrust suddenly grew erratic and frenzied, his growls louder. Rarity knew the signs, and knew how powerful his spurts would be. A quirk of the species, but Dogs came so much more than any pony she had ever been with. Though her vision was still marred by tears and her lungs burned, Her hooves flew to his sack, already pulling up to his crotch in preparation to unload, and she kneaded and massaged them. Knowing her lover, she sent her watery gaze up, looking to him with eyes filled with submissive need, his cock buried in her mouth, begging for the impending flood.

"Here... here it comes, p-pony. Take—" With a final snarl, his cock seeming to inflate inside her already stretched throat, his balls throbbed hard. Rarity pulled back just enough so his tip was in her mouth, tongue flicking furiously across his length as it surged.

The first shot slammed into her abused throat, liquid fire filling her mouth, and she couldn't help it: that indescribable heat, musky, masculine taste. She moaned, loud and brazenly, as the first shot tapered off. Quickly, she swallowed, reveling in the slimy fluid sliding down her throat. Her mouth emptied only for his cock to pulse again and spray even more potent seed into her willing mouth.

The cries from above her turned surprisingly meek, almost whiny, as she pulled back slightly, until just the tip was still in her mouth, and his next spurt fell directly onto her waiting tongue. The taste—oh, dear goddess, the taste: like sweat amplified a thousand times, bitter, and yet just a hint of sweetness.

His thrusts were weak now, just minor humps forward with every jet of semen. Finally, after nearly a dozen strong sprays, he slumped back onto the bed, panting like he had just run a marathon. The final bits of his intense orgasm dribbled down his still-turgid member. His paw idly began to stroke it as Rarity crawled up to him until their chests were pressing against each other. She could feel his heartbeat, strong and pulsing. She reached up and tapped her hoof to his nose. When he looked down at her, she smiled and opened her mouth, showing off what remained of his massive load still on her tongue. He let out a low growl of approval, and she closed her mouth. She made a point to tilt her head back and make a loud gulping sound as she swallowed. A lady never leaves a mess, after all.

Rarity settled on her side, still idly grinding on his leg while he panted. Her tongue played across her lips lightly, reveling in his taste. If she was being honest, it didn't taste all that different from the beaus she'd had in the past. She never enjoyed the bitter, musky flavor before. It was probably the same phenomenon that made his once frightening appearance now look beautiful. It wasn't the specific taste; it was that it was his.

She had just started to feel the spreading warmth of climax from her wanton grinding against his leg when he suddenly grabbed her bodily. She yelped as he threw her onto her back and rolled atop her. They locked eyes once more, and for just a few moments, the harsh gaze melted away into a goofy grin. He leaned in, left a lightning fast peck on her nose, and winked at her. By the time she had tittered, the moment was over, and the dominant glare was back just as they dove towards each other’s lips.

His orgasm had done little to ease his lust. Both of them moaned as they frantically explored the other’s mouth, pausing only to take the occasional gasping breath before diving back in. Rarity could still taste his seed on her tongue, so he must have tasted it as well. She realized that he must have either been too driven by lust to care, or he actually enjoyed the taste of his own cum.

She honestly didn't know which thought turned her on more.

Far too soon for the mare, his mouth left hers and began to slide down her body. A few licks lapped at her chin before moving down to nip at her collar bone, earning a few more whimpering cries from her. Those sharp teeth, able to rip through her soft pony throat in an instant, delicately teased all the way down her torso as she undulated beneath him. She suppressed the urge to press down on his head; this was his show now. Instead, her hooves found their way to her mane, once impeccably styled, now frazzled by sweat.

His journey south finally led him to the ever-so-slight swell of her teats. He ran his tongue around the two mounds of flesh. Having never bore children—and honestly not planning to any time soon—Rarity’s teats were barely a rise on her belly, but he still managed to trace the entirety before moving on to her nipples.

"Ah, Rex," she whined as he locked his maw around one, suckling like a newborn foal. Every now and then, his expert tongue would flick across the nub, while the other was being tended to by his hand, softly caressing and tweaking it. She continued to grind into his touch, wishing it would never stop, yet silently begging him to move further down.

Her teat left his mouth with a lewd pop and a string of saliva bridging between them as his paws left her midsection and grasped firmly onto her haunches. As Rarity gave him a pleading look, Rex gave her a feral grin before he ducked his head down between her hind legs. Rarity took a breath, quivering in anticipation as she eagerly awaited the feeling of his warm, rough tongue against her marehood.

To her slight disappointment, Rex chose to take his time. He first nuzzled her left inner thigh, making her squirm and fight the urge to giggle, followed by a tender kiss. He then switched to her other leg, repeating the nuzzle and kiss and grinning smugly when Rarity tittered at the sensation.

He then moved up a bit, slowly dragging his moist tongue along the crevice between Rarity’s leg and her soaked pussy, never quite touching it, but inflaming her desires all the more. He continued in a circular motion, drawing a line around her pussy and leaving her desperately wanting for more.

“Rexy,” Rarity cried out. “It’s... i-it’s not polite to keep a—hah—a lady waiting…”

Rex snorted. “Lady? Heh, I think not.” Still, he decided to oblige her wishes. A moment later, Rarity tensed and moaned in contentment as she finally felt that long, wondrous tongue press against her pussy, traveling up and down her slit in a long, lavish motion. It was followed a moment later by a breath of air against it as Rex deeply inhaled her scent, followed by a low growl of desire.

Rarity very nearly screamed when Rex suddenly dove in with vigor, roughly thrusting his tongue into her slit and twisting it around, as if attempting to taste every bit of her insides. Rarity bucked and writhed in his hold, unintelligible murmurings of ecstasy flowing from her mouth as Rex eagerly took what he saw as his.

After a few minutes of this, Rarity eeped as Rex suddenly moved back and gripped her hind legs, looming over her with a predatory smile. Before she could say anything, her hind legs were pinned to her chest, spreading her cheeks and leaving her completely exposed before him.

With another grin, Rex leaned in again, and Rarity squirmed beneath his tight hold as he buried his muzzle between her flanks, swirling his tongue in and around her dripping snatch. He continued this for a few minutes until she let out another squeak of surprise when she felt him begin to lower his ministrations to her other entrance. Rarity was caught somewhere a bit off guard, but soon any surprise or shock gave way to pleasured acceptance as he lavished her hole.

His hands were constantly rubbing and squeezing her cheeks, punctuated with light slaps every now and then. Eventually, Rex made his move and pressed his tongue into her tight pucker. Rarity let out a low grunt at the admittedly strange, but nevertheless pleasurable feeling.

A moment later, her neglected pussy was given some much-needed attention again when Rex released one of her legs, and slowly pushed a finger into her, causing her to moan and squirm in his hold. After a few more moments, he added another finger to Rarity’s clenching marehood, thrusting them both in and out while he continued to swirl his tongue around her puckered rear entrance and thrust it in and out in time with his fingers.

Rarity, despite her misgivings, was quick to get used to the feeling, especially since the sensation of Rex tonguing her backdoor turned out to be far more pleasurable than she’d imagined. Her bucking hips were only held steady by Rex’s increasingly firm grip on her haunches. Then, just as she was about to cum, her partner suddenly withdrew from her entirely and flipped her over onto her stomach.

Rarity's breaths were ragged and strained. She was so close, she could feel her clit wink at him, begging for his touch. "Rexy, p-please... No more teasing. I..." She gasped as he roughly grabbed her tail and sharply pulled it out of the way. The cool air on her quivering snatch was tortuously delicious. Her face was burning at how exposed she was, how lewd she must seem...

"Heh," he chuckled darkly. The paw not gripping her tail was kneading and groping her plump ass cheek, and all the while the claw of his thumb was ever so gently probing at her dripping lips. "Look at you. Winking and leaking like some kind of common whore!"

At the word, the paw on her ass delivered a resounding smack. She squealed as her rump jiggled and shook.

"No, no," he said calmly. "That is not the right word."

"Mhnm, please, love, I—"

The tapered tip of his cock made the gentlest contact with her outer lips. "A whore is paid. I feel as if you would be doing this for free."

As low as it sounded, he was right. She would trade every dress in her shop if he would just shove it in me and fuck me like a streetwh—

"So, perhaps... a slut." The word was drawn out painfully as he finally pressed into her. Her moan was loud and wanton as he pressed forward agonizingly slow, until the first few inches of his cock were inside her quivering walls.

"Please, please, Rex..."

The weight of his body fell upon her, his hot breath danced in her ear as his hips gyrated ever so slightly, grinding his cock along her tunnel. "There is a word in Dog culture for one such as you," he whispered. "For a female who begs and pleads to be bred. Do you know what it is?"

"I... I—"

"A bitch!"

He violently thrust forward, hilting himself inside her snatch, his hips slamming into her ass with a meaty smack.

Rarity came.

Hard.

The indescribable combination of pain and pleasure sent her screaming over the edge. Her eyes went wide, as did her mouth in a silent scream as the sudden waves of pleasure exploded from her crotch. Sparks danced in her vision and electric shocks ran through every muscle in her body. An echoing cry finally escaped her just as her legs gave out. The only thing keeping her upright were his strong hands around her waist. She heard a pleased growl behind her as her spasming tunnel clenched hard around every inch of his thick cock. Yet he did not move. He dutifully held his position, one paw gently rubbing up and down her back, letting her ride out her well-deserved orgasm.

After what felt like an eternity, yet also far too soon, the wave of ecstasy began to subside. As she gasped, she felt him lean his weight onto her. One arm still held her up, but the other snaked beneath her as he nuzzled the side of her head, gently helping her back to earth.

Just as Rarity had calmed down enough to enjoy the feeling of being so completely filled by him, she let out a low moan as he slowly pulled back, easing his shaft out of her. Her no longer hypersensitive flash reveled in the feeling of his cock rubbing along her insides in all the most delicious ways. He retracted until just the tip of his dick remained in her. A brief moment, and he pressed forward again, slower and much more gently than the first time. Her orgasm, plus his endless teasing from before, had left her quite lubricated, so the sting of pain from his initial entry was replaced by pleasure from the easy, fluid movement. He once more hilted himself, then pulled back yet again.

He repeated this several times, easing himself in and out gently, letting her become fully used to the feeling of him being so deep within her, while also properly coating his shaft in her juices. One final time, he retracted to just his tip, then leaned down over her body and planted a soft kiss behind her ear. “I love you,” he whispered, then let out a feral snarl as he violently slammed himself balls deep in her snatch.

An unrestrained, wanton scream flew from Rarity’s mouth as he finally began to properly fuck her. He had leaned back, both hands now in an iron grip around her plush ass as he rammed in over and over again. The meaty smacks of his powerful thighs against her squishy ass reverberated throughout the bedroom, only eclipsed by her groans.

This is what she had been missing for the past two weeks. She could feel his weighty balls slap against her swollen clit, the slightly painful feeling of his hand repeatedly spanking her jiggling ass. His other hand reached out and grabbed her tail, once as immaculate as her mane, now hanging limp and disheveled. She cried out as he yanked it back with just the right amount of force, not enough to hurt her, but more than enough to cause her to push back into him. She desperately tried to drive him ever deeper into her depths, his girthy member stretching her in the most amazing ways.

Even now, Rex simply refused to stop teasing her. His thrusts never quite found a rhythm. Whenever her grunts and gasps would start to sync to his movements, he would vary his technique. The slow, brutal movements that pulled his cock almost completely out of her snatch only to slam back to the hilt, became shallow and rapid, only a few inches of him withdrawing with each hump. It was frustrating, and it was driving her mad, yet the lewd plap, plap, plap of thighs-against-ass carried a moist smacking sound as her pussy leaked like she had never felt before.

She grunted as his body weight fell upon her back. She felt one of his arms, the one not supporting their weight, snake around to her front. Even as he kept up his vigorous abuse of her aching cunt, his hand languidly ran across her chest, then up to her neck, and finally reached back to grab a handful of her mane. He forcefully yanked her head back, and she once more felt his hot breath against her ear. “You are mine,” he snarled. He leaned up, took the tip of her ear in his mouth, and bit down with a growl just as his hips gave a particularly violent thrust forward.

Sparks once more danced in her eyes as a second orgasm wracked her sweaty, undulating body. This time, however, Rex did not stop. He continued to plunge his turgid organ into her depths, ramming into her most vulnerable place without remorse. Rarity’s body felt like gelatin, a searing fire roiling through her abdomen that sapped conscious thought from her mind. It took all she had not to simply collapse into dead weight on the bed.

As the flames died down, Rarity once more felt Rex lean to her ear. “You love it?” he growled.

“Y... nrgh, yes,” she hissed. He had abandoned his varying technique, settling back to powerful thrusts, sending shock waves throughout her body. Her body began to ache, but a good ache, like stretching a muscle.

His hand ran down her head to her throat, squeezing not hard enough to choke her, but just enough to reinforce that she was completely helpless in his grasp. “You need it?” All Rarity could respond with was moaning gibberish, her mind gone. Growling, he delivered a particularly brutal thrust, and her eyes flew wide open. “Answer!”

“Yes,” she panted, already feeling the familiar signs of climax yet again.

“Then tell me,” he rumbled. He released her throat, both of his hands finding their way to her midsection. He gripped tightly, almost painfully, and began yanking her back into every shove of his throbbing cock.

Rarity gasped, her hooves gripping her expensive satin sheets hard enough to tear them. “I... I-I need it,” she moaned. “N-Need... need you.” He lay his muzzle against her left shoulder, and she could hear his snorting breath growing more ragged. “Yours. All... a-all yours, forever. Please... ahhnn p-please... breed me.” At those words, his hands tightened their grips on her gut even more, and she felt the vibrations from a possessive growl emanating from the back of his throat.

This is what she had been missing out on. Her whole life was about control. Control over her business, over every social interaction with business partners, over herself. Always mindful enough to maintain that air of propriety and poise she was known for. But here? In her bedroom, within the strong grasp of a creature she truly loved, she could finally release. She could fall, for she knew he would always catch her.

Rex’s thrusts were growing shallow, barely an inch or two of his blood-red thickness leaving the warm, impossibly tight confines of her pussy. “Again,” he growled.

“P-Please, fuck me,” she grunted, quickly approaching her third plateau of the day. “I need it. D-Deserve it!” Another snarl, almost angry with need, came from his throat as he closed his maw around her shoulder, the tips of those sharp fangs pressing gently into her supple flesh. “I n-need to be bred... f-fucked—nrgh yesssss—fucked like... l-like a bitch in heat.” His jaws tightened around her shoulder, driving his teeth ever deeper as his shallow humping grew frantic and erratic. She swore she could feel his heavy sack pull tighter to his body as he neared the same climax she was on the verge of. “Fu-uck me, Rex.” A low, feral growl built in his throat as she felt his massive shaft swell inside her snatch. “F-Fuck your bitch.” As his hips delivered their final thrust, burying himself inside her, his jaw tightened hard, and his razor sharp canines pierced her skin, driving into her flesh.

The combination of the sudden sharp pain and the feeling of his cock throbbing and a warmness seeping into her body sent her once more over the edge. An unfocused, gurgling moan was all she could muster this time. Her whole body went limp, collapsing into his arms, which were quickly losing their own strength. The growl from before quickly morphed into almost a whine as his hips gave tiny, fruitless jerks forward in time with each splash of thick cum painting her insides. Already she could feel a tiny bit leaking out, running down her leg onto sheets that were likely truly ruined.

Eventually, even his strong muscles gave out, and they both collapsed to the bed. Rarity let out an oof as his heavy frame smushed down on her, but just as quickly he rolled to the side, his arms never leaving her tummy. He had released her shoulder from his mouth, and his strong tongue was delivering heavy, powerful licks to the pair of puncture wounds she undoubtedly had now, preventing any blood from staining her already filthy coat.

Rex pulled her close to his body, and Rarity gave no resistance. She gladly let her body sink into his powerful form. Through the rapid yet slowing rise and fall of his chest, she could hear his heartbeat, also winding down after such an extended time of racing. Her own breathing was finally starting to settle down, aided by the gentle warmth of his body pressing into her back.

They lay there for an indeterminate amount of time, catching their breath and letting their bodies relax and simply enjoying each other’s presence. Rarity let herself fall into a sort of trance, not quite awake, yet not really sleeping. He continued his ministrations on her small wounds for a little while longer, but eventually settled his head over her shoulder, nuzzling against the side of her face. Time lost meaning for a while, the two lovers simply enjoying the feeling of their bodies against each other. It was quiet. It was perfect. Well, it was, until that faint acrid scent of cigar smoke wafted into her nose once more.

“I asked you to stop smoking those,” she said, a bit of lethargy still in her voice.

“Heh, forgive me,” he breathed. “My brother and I finally closed that big sale I told you about. We celebrated!”

“Hmm, yes, well unless your brother is going to be smelling your breath during post-coital cuddling, perhaps it's best to value my opinion more?”

"Hey, we are not from that deep in the woods!"

As she chuckled, Rarity felt his softened member finally slip out of her, warm but rapidly cooling fluids oozing out in its wake. With a groan of effort, Rarity rolled her body around to face him. His countenance had again shifted, the powerful and domineering gaze replaced by his usual inviting yet somewhat goofy smile. She sighed, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him in for a gentle kiss. “I really did miss you,” she huffed into his mouth.

“Likewise,” he said, pulling her close, letting her nuzzle her head against his chest. “Still, the trip was more than worth it. With the money we will be pulling from this deal, we can finally open a second shop.”

“Where were you thinking?”

“Somewhere up north,” he said. “Rovernius is set on Manehatten, but I am wary of the property costs there.”

“Well, why didn’t you say so?” Rarity said with a knowing smile. “I happen to know an excellent real estate agent there. I’m sure she could help you secure a nice location at a reasonable cost. Hmm, perhaps somewhere near a certain boutique?” she cooed, batting her eyes.

“How convenient that would be,” he droned. "You would always be nearby for a little... how did you put it once? 'Hanky-Panky'?"

"Why, how dare you assail my honor in such a manner," she said, holding a hoof to her chest in mock offense. "That I would abuse my connections and manipulate you just for the occasional lurid encounter?!"

"But... you would."

"Hmm, yes, I would."

Rex let out a low, rumbling chuckle. “Very well. I will tell my brother when I return home, though not for at least, say, two weeks?” He waggled his eyebrows.

Rarity let out a tittering laugh, then snuggled back into his chest, letting the last of the lust fueled adrenaline seep from her bloodstream. “Not to be crass, but I really needed that. It’s been a while since I have been taken so... mmm, vigorously. I rather think I enjoy that side of you, Alpha.” She giggled yet again when he blushed and rolled his eyes. “Although the bite was a bit... intense, though not totally unappreciated.”

Above her, Rex blinked. “Bite? Wh...” His eyes sank to her left shoulder, and his entire face paled. Rarity arched an eyebrow at the dawning look of horror in his bulging eyes. “Rarity, I-I...”

“Rex?” she asked. “What’s wrong?”

“Rarity, I... I am so sorry!” She physically felt him tremble as words came pouring out of his mouth. “I don’t know what came over me! Pak dostav' menya, t-that was totally inappropriate! I... I-I did not...”

Rarity reached up and placed a hoof on his hanging jaw. “Rex, please. It’s not such a—”

“I will buy you a scarf! Or...o-or a shawl! Anything you desire to help cover it up, no one will ever see it! I—”

“Rexinius!” she all but shouted. “Calm down!” His panicked rambling screeched to a halt, and his ears instinctively splayed against his skull at the sight of her commanding eyes. She allowed him to take several shuddering breaths before she spoke again. “Now please, what is the problem? It’s not as if you have gravely wounded me! I may be a bit sore for a few days, and perhaps have to brush my fur over the scar for a while, but it’s not such a big deal, honest!”

“It,” he began, “it’s not that.”

“Then what?” She reached up and caressed his cheek, and he leaned into it a bit harder than he ever had before. “Please, if this is so important, tell me.”

“Well,” he started, then paused to take a few breaths before sighing heavily. “In Dog culture, a bite mark on the left shoulder of a female is called a ukus trebovaniya. The closest translation into Equish is... ah, m-mating bite.” Despite herself, she tensed just a bit. He must have felt it, because his shoulders slumped and he averted his gaze from her eyes. “It is meant to be a... public display of my, my deep f-feelings for you. And also as a way of... driving away other males. It is a symbol to all who see that I have claimed you as... as my mate.”

Mate. That word seemed to hang in the air, and raced through her mind at a thousand miles an hour, her brain desperately trying to catch up. Once she had fully processed it, her immediate thought was a design for a shawl, as he had said. Something light, so she could get away with wearing it despite the warm mid-Spring air. Or perhaps make-up instead. A bit of foundation, along with some judicious fur brushing, would mean that no one would be able to...

Something he had said caught her train of thought. Deep feelings for you. Rarity looked back up at him to see his downcast eyes looking anywhere but in her direction. “Rex? Look at me.” When he didn’t respond, she reached a hoof to his chin and guided it up towards her. “Look at me.” His eyes finally met hers, and she felt her heart ache at the sad, sorrowful gaze. She took a deep breath before speaking. “I want you to be honest with me. Do you truly feel that way about me? That you want to... claim me?”

He let out a heavy breath. “Yes, Rarity.” He reached out and took her hoof in both of his hands, bringing them close. “I do. I know it has only been seven months, but... already I could not imagine a life without you in it.”

His words, kind and genuine, sent a warm throb through her chest, and a cold shock through her mind. Her thoughts from earlier came roaring back to the forefront. She had been selfish for far too long. She wanted it. He wanted it.

Rarity took in a resolute breath, then fixed a warm, inviting look on him. “Rex, I’m having a little soiree with my friends tomorrow. Nowhere near formal, a checkered tablecloth and tea with cucumber sandwiches sort of thing. I would like to invite you to attend,” she flashed a warm smile at his confused eyes, “as my lover.”

Rex blinked hard several times as his mind tried to process what she said. Quickly, however, a hopeful smile grew on his face, looking all the world like an excited puppy. “You... truly?” When she merely nodded, he let out an excited bark of laughter and lunged forward, scooping her into a fierce embrace. He held her in the crushing hug for several moments before pulling back, his excitement a bit tinged with worry. “But, what if they do not... approve?”

“Pfft! Oh, please,” she said, waving a dismissive hoof. “Those girls are the most accepting ponies I’ve ever known! Heh, though you may have to endure a few dirty looks from dear Spike at first, but he'll come around. They’re going to love you.” This time, she reached and grasped his hand, pulling it to just beneath her chin as she looked at him with all the love she saw on his own face. “Because I love you. And I want the world to know it.”

“You... you do?” Rarity snickered as she heard his tail whap-whap-whaping against the bed.

“Yes, I truly do. I’ve been selfish for far too long now. I want to be with you! Spend time with you outside of these walls and shaded corners of restaurants and theaters. I want to be out in the sun together, walking down the street arm in arm. Well,” she giggled, looking down at her forelegs and then his muscled arms, “metaphorically speaking, of course.”

“Rarity, my love, you... you have no idea how happy that makes me!” He squeezed her hoof, but a pensive look flashed across his eyes. “But, what of your business in Canterlot? Won’t the nobles and elites look down on you for... being w-with me?”

Rarity heaved a deep sigh. “Rex, for many years before we met, I was nearly obsessed with how others saw me. I was determined to join the ranks of the upper class in Canterlot, to become... heh, become the type of pony everypony should know, as it were.

“However, over the years I have realized that what I wanted... wasn’t really what I wanted. My friends helped me to see that the only opinions that matter are those of the ponies... and Dogs that I care for.” She let out a dreamy sigh as his hand caressed her cheek. “And, truth be told... Sweetie Belle was right. All those snooty ponies in Canterlot, with their monocles and trendy, generic brand clothing, walking around with their noses haughty in the air, they don’t truly care about me, nor my work. All they care about is how it makes them look, about outward appearances, and that all a lot of them are. Thin veneers over hollow shells.” She then smirked, arching a proud and confident eyebrow. “Besides, I’m Rarity! I set the trends, darling.”

As he chuckled, Rarity scooted closer to him. To feel his strong body, to gaze into those warm, lively eyes, to drink in that damnable goofy grin of his. “And so, if the upper crust and elites in Canterlot cannot accept the Dog that I have chosen to love, then... fuck them.”

Rex let out a rumbling laugh, reaching down to her chin and drawing her closer. “Why Lady Rarity. How despicably uncouth.”

“Mmmm, shut up and kiss me.”