Risk Aware Consensual Pony
Twilight arrives at the Boutique at eight o'clock sharp. Rarity opens the door a second before she knocks on it. They're both mares of habit. Obsessively so, in fact.
Their greetings are rushed and awkward, not of embarrassment but of anticipation. They've been having these sessions for months now, but there's still a nervous, giggly thrill every time they're about to start.
Twilight shuts the door behind her, and follows Rarity straight up to her bedroom. There's a black bag next to the luxurious, silk-sheeted bed. Just seeing that bag makes Twilight shiver with a mix of excitement and trepidation.
They both hop on to the bed. On the bedside table is a bottle of red zinfandel and a bar of rich, dark chocolate. Rarity pours two small glasses of wine, and passes one over to her lover. They sip and nibble for a minute, then the negotiations begin.
"So..." Rarity has an easy smile on her lips, and is stroking a hoof through Twilight's mane.
"So!" Twilight nips forward and plants a peck on a white cheek, smirking as she does.
Rarity lets out a little giggle. "What are we to do tonight, my darling lover?"
A blush graces Twilight's cheeks. Although she fell in love with the idea of pre-negotiation the moment she discovered it, the words don't always come easily.
"Beating," she blurts out, after a few moments of hesitation.
"Oh?"
"Yes," she says, firmly. "It's been far too long since I've last been beaten."
Rarity rolls her eyes. "It's been eight days, love."
Twilight flashes a smile, eyes lidded. "Yep! Far. Too. Long."
"Well, I certainly think I can manage that." Rarity takes a bite of chocolate, and washes it down with a mouthful of red. "How would you like it? Flogger? Crop? Bare-hooved spanking?"
Her purple friend, lover and submissive looks thoughtful for a moment. "I was thinking mostly the crop and your hooves, but warm up with the cane maybe? Thighs, breasts and hooves are all good targets. And if you could smack me around in the face and stuff, that'd be... Well, I'd like that." She gives Rarity an adorable little smile.
"Mmhmm. Verbal abuse?"
"Um, same as usual? No bitch, no references to any of our family and friends, no Celestia."
"So slut, cunt, filthy prostitute, whore, worthless spastic, worthless filthy spastic slutty whore's cunt are all permissible?"
Twilight smiles and shakes her head. "You ask every time Rarity; they're all fine."
"Just checking, just checking... Shall we play our usual game? I beat you until you say mercy, then sex?"
"Fine by me, Rares."
"And the sex?"
"No backdoor sex and no massive toys. A little hitting is fine; I'll say the mercy word if it gets too much. Lots of verbal abuse, please. Y'know, the usual."
"Splendid. One last thing, I had this fantastic idea today while I was hanging out my washing..." Rarity explains her idea, and Twilight bites her lip without even realising it. It's the best idea she's heard all day.
The wine and chocolate are put to one side, and a bottle of water is put in their place. Twilight pulls Rarity into a deep, sensual kiss, then stares deeply into her eyes.
Rarity giggles, and plants a little kiss just under her horn. She leans in close to the librarian's ear, and whispers, “So, are you ready to begin, my little toy?”
She smiles and gives her friend a quick kiss on the lips, then looks down and almost shrinks under her friend's gaze. “Yes, Mistress Rarity.”
“Good. Assume the position.”
Twilight rolls over and lies down on her back. She tucks her front legs into her chest, spreads her back legs wide, and opens her mouth. Rarity smirks at the sight of her sub, meekly displaying her neat little sex for her mistress. “No gag tonight, I want to hear you scream and moan.”
“Yes, Mistress Rarity.”
Rarity stops cold, trots over to Twilight and slaps her hard across the face, hard enough to make Twilight grunt, and probably hard enough to leave a mark. I'll have to fix that with some makeup later, even if she does look dashing with a black-eye. “I didn't tell you to speak, you stupid whore,” she says, opening up her black equipment bag. She takes out a cane, a black riding crop with a strap for hoof-handling, a roll of twine and a bag of clothespins.
Rarity gets on the bed, straddles her sub and stares, half-lidded, into her eyes. Twilight is warm and soft under her, breathing a little faster and harder than usual. “I'd tell you I'm going to punish you for that, but we both know I'm going to beat the shit out of you anyway, and you'll beg for more like the pain-craving cunt you are.”
Twilight can't stop herself from biting her lip at that, and a white hoof snakes under her chin and pushes upwards, making her bite down much harder. She whines at the pain. Rarity relents before clipping her on the ear with a hoof, almost as hard as the earlier slap. Her purple face flushes red, and her breathing becomes shakier and faster. Rarity can't help but grin at the sight.
She dismounts, lifts the cane telekinetically and gently rubs the tip against Twilight's nipples, rubbing one then the other until they're both pink and perky. Then she traces a line from Twilight's left nipple to her left knee, dragging the point of the cane across her friend's inner thigh, enjoying the sight of her sub trying not to squirm at the ticklish sensation.
“Now, I think I'll give you, oh, twelve strokes, six on each thigh? Yes, I think that will do quite nicely...”
Rarity picks the spot she's going to strike, and rubs the cane along it. Twilight's breathing becomes shallow, in nervous anticipation of that first delicious hit.
*Thwip*
The cane sings through the air and hits its mark, making Twilight inhale sharply. She keeps her legs splayed out and her front legs tucked to her chest. It stings, but it's not painful. Not yet. The cane moves up her thigh, closer to her marehood, and rubs a circle in preparation for the next blow.
*Thwapp*
Rarity swings harder this time, hard enough to make Twilight gasp and grimace. The first twelve strokes are only teasing, giving Twilight mere tastes of what she wants, until every neuron in her brain is screaming for Rarity to cut loose and utterly thrash her. Rarity knows this, and every iota of control she has over her friend, every single stroke of the cane or strike of the hoof that she alone has the power to give or withhold, is utterly delicious.
The cane moves over to Twilight's slit, teasing it, parting its lips, pressing into her button. She's moist, but not sopping wet. Being beaten isn't a turn on, as such. A session of play almost always leads to sex, but it's not why she loves it
*Thwapp*
Rarity strikes the exact same spot she landed the first blow on, eliciting another gasp. She moves the cane to where she placed the second strike.
*Thwapp* “Ah.” *Thwapp* “Ah!” *Thwapp* “AH!” Twilight cries out as three blows land in quick succession on the same spot.
Twilight is a scientist and a nerd. She loves to test things and learn things. Hypotheses. Experiences. Limits. When she discovers an interesting phenomenon, she investigates it. Physical pain is one such phenomenon; between hydras, chaos gods, vengeful doors and Rainbow Dash's inexplicable inability to land safely, it's one she's seen a lot of.
Rarity moves the cane to Twilight's right thigh. She's sitting on her haunches, with a white hoof between her thighs, rubbing herself slowly. Dominating her friend excites her like nothing else and she's drenched, sopping-sloppy wet down there. She can't wait until Twilight gives in.
“The next six strokes will come in quick succession, all in this spot here.” She taps the cane on the soft coat of her lover's inner thigh, gazing up in her eyes. Twilight looks at her with a mixture of apprehension and anticipation.
*Thwipp* “Nh.” *Thwipp* “Ah.” *Thwipp* “Ahh!” *Thwipp* “Aahhh!” *Thwipp* “AHHH!” *Thwipp* “AHHH! FUCK!”
Rarity leaps up on top of her sub and backhoofs her across the cheek, hard enough for a hollow 'clop' to ring out from her open mouth. Coppery blood dances over Twilight's tongue. Rarity pushes her hoof down on Twilight's throat, making her gag, and stares at her in contempt. “A dirty mouth on a dirty cunt. We'll see about putting that mouth to use soon.”
She rolls off Twilight and levitates the bag of clothespins onto the bed. She hadn't been able to think of much else since the idea struck. In an instant, twenty pegs are hovering in place, in pairs, just above where she's going to place them.
The first two pegs go either side of Twilight's belly button. She doesn't make a sound. They don't hurt when they go on.
The next two go slightly above the belly button, then another two slightly below. The fourth pair goes on her nipples. She winces at this, then shivers in anticipation of what they'll feel like when they come off.
Rarity spreads her lover's slit with her magic, and attaches two more pairs of pegs to the wet, pink lips. Twilight whimpers ever-so-softly as she does. The final four pairs go along Twilight's inner thighs, from the edge of her mound up to her knees.
To complete the set up, two lengths of twine go through the eye holes of the pegs, one length for each side of the pairs. Rarity ties off both ends of the twine, then steps back to admire her work. Oh, she looks simply marvellous like this! She then lifts up the crop, and taps it against her hoof a few times to test the weight.
Then she starts beating the everloving snot out of Twilight.
The crop comes crashing down, again and again, anywhere she feels like placing it. The sensitive frogs of her lover's hooves, the sides of her breasts, all over her thighs, right on top of the pegs, wherever she pleases. Twilight's whimpers turn into moans which turn to yelps and sobs. Her legs spasm frantically as she tries to stay in position. She doesn't want the pain to end, not yet.
Something clicks inside Rarity's head when she's like this. Seeing her toy writhe and squirm and cry, turning her from a smart, sarcastic mare into a quivering, submissive heap, it makes her feel...
Excited isn't quite the word for it, nor is turned-on. For a pony so obsessive and fussy, being given near-total control over her lover like this is simply sublime. She barely feels like Rarity. She is the Dom, and she is disciplining her sub.
Rarity is relentless. She gives her lover the briefest of respites from the crop, then twists every peg at once. She gives each inch of flesh just enough time to recover before bearing back down on it. When one of Twilight's legs quivers a little too much, she grabs hold of it and drives her teeth into the frog of Twilight's hoof, hard enough to break the skin.
The beating continues for nearly an hour. Twilight is sobbing, sniffling and occasionally screaming, but she's grinning inwardly. Her brain is flooded with wonderful endorphins, giving her an impossible rush even underneath the pain. More importantly, she feels proud. She knows she'd have folded after fifteen minutes of this a month ago. Before she started, she wouldn't have lasted five.
Discovering her limits through experimentation is what Twilight truly loves about pain play. It stops her from indulging in silly pulp-fiction fantasies that she'd never crack under torture; she knows that with enough pain anypony will beg and squeal and eat pussy for it to stop. She knows she has limits, and more, she knows that limits can be changed and worked around.
Ironically, if you know what your breaking point is, it doesn't break you when you're pushed to it.
A smile must have crept onto Twilight's face, because Rarity stops her beating and drags her lover's head to look her in the eyes. “Do you think you're strong because I haven't decided to crush you yet? You stupid whore, the little taste I've given you is nothing.” She steps back, and takes hold of the twine with her magic. For a second, true fear flashes across Twilight's eyes.
Rarity pulls hard on the twine, and rips every single clothespin off at once.
First, Twilight feels the sharp pain of the pegs being torn off, then the intense burning of the blood flowing back into each pegged spot. Agony lances through her nipples and her slit. Before she can even cry out, Rarity brings the crop down on her clit. She screams, and Rarity brings down the crop again and again, focussing only on her nipples and the top of her venus mound.
After a minute, she can stand no more. “Mistress! Mercy, please, mercy!” she cries, breaking position and tucking her hind legs in to protect herself.
Rarity gets straight in her quivering, tear-soaked face, and softly rubs the end of the crop against the bottom of her toy's sex. “Why should I give you mercy, you spastic slut? Why shouldn't I just tie you down to the bed and beat you until you pass out?”
Twilight shivers at her lover's words. Her haunches are on fire, and her mistress is so warm pressed against her. “Please, mistress, I'll do anything!”
“What will you do for me?”
“Anything! I'll suck your nipples, eat your pussy, worship your hooves, lick your ass, I'll do whatever you want, mistress!”
“Very well. You have three minutes to please me, whore, or you'll beg for the beating I gave you earlier.” Rarity straddles her lover's face, her perfect white flanks either side of Twilight's cheeks and her tail rubbing over Twilight's horn. She then takes one of Twilight's front legs and holds it to her chest, so Twilight can still signal when her mouth is otherwise occupied. Twilight can't see her mistress's sex, but she can feel the heat coming from it, and the smell of her arousal is thick in her nose.
“You may begin.” With that, Rarity bears down on her sub and drops her sex onto Twilight's waiting mouth. Twilight's tongue snakes out into her mistress's slit, greedily lapping at her slick folds. Her mistress has a subtle taste, like water with musk and the slightest hint of honey. Twilight wriggles her face from side to side and moans up into her mistress, eager to please.
Rarity is in rapture. The session has left her dizzyingly aroused, and relief from her toy's talented tongue is simply divine. It won't be long until the first orgasm comes. She shifts to give Twilight better access to her clit, teasing her sub's nipples and mound with the crop as she does.
“Ohh, that's it you fucking whore, lick there, lick right there...”
Twilight laps at her mistress's clit, firm but gentle, and soon her mistress is bucking against her face in orgasm. Rarity is no screamer; that would be unbecoming. She comes with a low, satisfied moan as she humps her little slave's mouth. She grinds down onto her sub's face with a blissful smile on her face; she wants Twilight to be soaked with her juices.
Twilight dutifully tongues her mistress, but soon finds she can't breathe between the thighs clamped tight around her face, the moisture, and her mistress's hot sex on her mouth. She tries to hold on, but soon ends up frantically tapping her raised hoof against her mistress's chest.
Rarity immediately lifts herself up, and Twilight quickly pants out, “Yellow! Can't breathe!” Rarity dismounts completely looking a little bashful. Truth be told, she hadn't intended to smother Twilight like that.
“Are you okay, darling?” she asks, concern apparent in her voice.
Twilight looks up at her, flushed red, a relieved expression on her face. “I'm okay Rares, I just couldn't breath and freaked out is all. Whooo!” she pants, her chest rapidly rising and falling.
“I'm ever so sorry, Twilight, I got a little carried away there...”
Twilight giggles, still light-headed from endorphins and being smothered. “It's fine,” she says, sitting up and planting a kiss on her lover's cheek. “I actually wouldn't mind trying some breath play some time, as long as I know it's coming. I'm ready to carry on if you are?”
Rarity smiles, and strokes Twilight's mane. “Just say the word, darling.”
Twilight lies back down on her back, letting Rarity see the beautiful criss-cross of red marks over her thighs and breasts once more.. “Green.”
A slim, blue strap-on is levitated from the equipment bag, and fixes around Rarity's haunches. “Well, your servicing was passable, I suppose, but you've been a selfish cunt who lets her mistress do all the work.” She lies down next to Twilight, on her back, and gives her a sultry look. “Now, come ride your mistress, whore.”
Twilight rolls onto her side and prepares to mount Rarity, who clips her ear as she tries to put a leg over. “Face the other way,” she orders. “I don't want to look at your face.”
Her purple lover does as she is told, turning around and gingerly putting a leg across Rarity's midsection to avoid chafing the red welts on her thighs. Rarity smirks and rubs a hoof roughly along Twilight's inner thigh, making the librarian collapse on top of her with a yelp. She then grasps her sub's purple flanks and slips the sleek, six-inch dildo into Twilight's slick sex. Twilight lets out something between a moan and a squeal.
“You're going to be a good whore and ride your mistress until we both come,” purrs Rarity, groping Twilight's firm flanks. “You will not come before your mistress, and you will not come without my permission. Understood?”
“Ohhhhhh, yes mistress.”
“Good. Now ride.
Twilight thrusts up with her back legs, so only the tip of the strap-on is inside her, and then slams her hips back down, burying the blue toy in her slit. This makes the back end of the dildo rub against Rarity's clit, sending waves of pleasure through her mistress's sex. Then she repeats the movement, bringing her hips up before letting them crash down, this time grinding against Rarity's lap to give her mistress more pleasure.
Rarity lets out a satisfied sigh. “You may moan, whore. It pleases your mistress.”
“Hnnaaahhhh, thank you mistress.” Twilight continues to bounce up and down, her flanks rhythmically slapping against her mistress's lap. Her abused thighs burn as they rub against Rarity's sides, and her tail flags wildly across Rarity's stomach. Obeying her orders is difficult; something about being told not to come instantly puts her on the edge of a gigantic, shuddering orgasm.
She won't have to wait long. “Oh fuck, ride that cock you filthy fucking slut! Make your mistress come!” Rarity starts to thrust up into Twilight's downward motions, grinding her sex into the back of the strap-on.
Their thrusting and grinding becomes sloppy and frantic, and the room is thick with the smell of their combined juices. Rarity is the first to come, her hips twitching, head thrown back, frantic moans turning to gibbering profanities that trail off into a low whine.
Twilight doesn't stop, her perfect purple flanks bouncing up and down on the slim blue cock. She's mere seconds away as the burning on her welts mixes with the waves of pleasure coursing through her pussy.
“Mistress, I'm going to come!”
Rarity brings a hoof down hard on her starbust cutie mark. “Not yet! Beg for it!”
“Oh pleeaase mistress, I need it, let me come mistress oh please let me come! Hnaahhh...”
“What are you, slave?”
“I'm a whore, mistress! I'm a worthless fucking cumslut cunt! Mistress, please, let me come mistress please please please! Oh! Oh! Oh!” The words pour from her mouth, her mind on autopilot as she bounces up and down.
Rarity sits up, wraps her forelegs around Twilight and bites the back of her mane, grinding into her. “Come you little whore!” she snarls, through a mouth of navy-blue hair.
Twilight's body locks up as she climaxes, her hips thrashing madly against her mistress's. Tiny, high-pitched squeaks come out of her mouth punctuated by brief, blubbering streams of gratitude. Rarity loves this moment. The feel of Twilight quivering against her in the throes of orgasm is incredible, as good as coming herself.
After nearly a full minute, the orgasm ends, and Twilight collapses on top of Rarity. Her thighs and her sex are still twitching, the welts on her body giving a slow, almost comfortable burn. The blue toy slips out of Twilight.
“Th-that was wonderful, Mistress Rarity...”
“Relax, Twilight. S'my pleasure.” Rarity removes the strap-on, and then cuddles into Twilight. She kisses the purple mare's neck all the way up to her ears, which twitch adorably, before Twilight cranes her neck to kiss her on the lips. It's a short, gentle kiss.
The sheets are on the floor and they need to clear their things away, but that can wait until the morning. Twilight turns towards Rarity, and cradles her head under her lover's chin. She gives a contented sigh as Rarity plants a little kiss at the base of her horn. The lovers quickly fall asleep in each other's hooves.
Rarity's voice is full of concern. "Twilight, I know I've asked before, but are you completely certain you're ready to go through with this?"
Twilight can't help but grin inwardly. The way Rarity switches from a merciless dominatrix to fretting over Twilight's well being as if she were Sweetie Belle amuses her. "Rarity, relax. We've triple-checked the checklist and we've got all the precautions. Everything is sterile. All the unsafe areas are marked off with body paint." She gestures to patches of her coat around her neck, her inner thighs and a few other spots, all daubed pale green. "Even if you do slip, like, twelve inches from the spots you're doing it in, we've got gauze, pliers, regenerative serum, band-aids, disinfectant, coagulant powder, a teleportation stone set to Ponyville hospital, and a jar of lollipops you get for being a good patient. We're set, Rarity, don't worry."
"Yes. Yes, you're right, it's fine." Rarity nods. She still looks a little anxious. Twilight puts a hoof on her shoulder.
"Rares, if you're at all uncomfortable with this, we won't do it. There's plenty of other fun things we can do."
Rarity shakes her head and looks Twilight in the eye. "No, I want it. I'm just being silly, I've wanted to do this all week. If I don't go through with it now I'll just end up obsessing over it until we do do it."
Twilight smiles warmly at her. "Then it's fine. You want it. I really want it. Now let's do it." She moves forward and kisses Rarity on the nose. With that, she trots over to the padded bench on her bedroom floor, and lies belly down with her hooves all touching the floor.
Rarity lifts the device with her telekinesis and presses it to the muscle at the top of Twilight's left front leg. The feel of cold metal against her coat makes Twilight straighten up, before relaxing back down onto the bench.
Rarity leans close to her lover's ear, and whispers, "Are you ready, darling?"
Twilight nods, almost imperceptibly. "Go."
With her telekinesis, Rarity squeezes the trigger of the gas-powered staple gun.
*PSHHINK*
"Pfff... ...ouch."
"How was that?" Rarity's voice is soft as down.
"Painful. Good." She opens her eyes and sniffles lightly. "How's it look?"
Rarity looks at the thick staple buried in Twilight's upper leg. The fur is flattened under the staple and sticking up around the edges. There are two beads of blood where each of the points went in. She nips the librarian's purple ear, and whispers, "It looks lovely."
Twilight turns and kisses Rarity, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Put another one in me. In my withers."
The staple gun moves over to her right trapezius, away from the marked green lines. "On the count of three," says Rarity. "One, two, three!"
*PSHHINK*
Twilight is quiet for a moment, then hangs her head low and lets out a harsh, muffled groan. Rarity peppers the top of her head with soft kisses. "Did that hurt, Twilight?" she asks.
"Mmmf... t-take the corner of the gun and grind it - it into the staple. Please?"
A dark smirk crosses Rarity's face as she pushes the tip of the stapler into the staple. The drops of blood swell in size and smear the metal on the staple gun.
"MmmfffuuuuaaAAAHHhh! *mff* ...shit" Twilight's moans of pain trail off as the stapler is lifted. A shiver of relief runs through her, but the pain is still there. Thank Celestia, the pain is still there.
An elegant voice whispers in her ear. "Where next, darling?"
"My - my back right calf," pants Twilight. Rarity moves to step behind her, and is stopped by a purple hoof. "Wait. With this one, don't tell me when it's coming."
"You don't want to know when I'm going to strike?" Her eyebrows are raised and she's grinning wryly. "Are you sure, darling?"
Twilight whips her head round to look at Rarity, with lidded eyes and a manic grin. "Oh, I want it to come out of nowhere, and you do too, you want to see the fear and suspense on my face just waiting for you to pull that-" *PSHHINK* "MOTHER OF FUCK!"
"Yes, Twilight?" Her tone is playful, but it won't be for long. The tears at the corner of Twilight's eyes, the shouts and moans, and the loopy, lustful look on her face are all starting to get to Rarity. She's starting to squeeze her thighs together unconsciously, and soon she'll have a white hoof between them.
"Ohhh, you're a bitch, Rares." Twilight's voice is low and husky. "A magnificent bitch." She brings her front legs up and rests her fetlocks on the edge of the bench, next to her face. She tilts her hooves, so that the bottoms are pointing forward. "Do the frogs of my front hooves. One on each."
Rarity does a double take. "Are... are you quite sure about that, Twilight? That will be intensely painful." But oh Celestia, just thinking about it has me drenched!
Twilight stares at Rarity with wide, innocent eyes. "Oh, it's going to be agonizing. I'll scream myself hoarse and then I'll break down crying. I'll sob like a foal, Rarity, it'll be pathetic. Then you're going to be standing over me with that stapler, and you'll make me hurt even more."
Rarity's eyes glaze over, and she moves the stapler to the left front hoof as if in a trance. "Tell me when you're ready," she says.
The cold metal against the bare skin of her frog makes Twilight's heart beat faster. "Count to three."
"One... Two... Three..."
*PSHHINK*
Twilight screams, shrill and piercing. She snatches her front hoof away from the stapler, and fidgets spastically on top of the bench. Her scream only stops when she runs out of breath. She takes in gasping lungfulls of air, and half-moans, half wails a trail of incoherent cursing. Tears are flowing down her face. She raises her shaky right hoof towards Rarity.
"P-p-pl-pleasedothisone! *hnahh* Pleaassse!"
Rarity ignores her. "Twilight. Twilight! Look up at me." She puts her hoof under Twilight's chin, and lifts her head to face her. "Take deep breaths." Twilight starts to take long, slow breaths, mixed with whimpers and oddly, hiccups.
Three minutes later, Twilight has calmed down. She's still shaking all over and stuttering, but the crying has stopped. Once again, she lifts her right hoof up to Rarity.
Rarity brushes the main from her lover's face. "Darling, I think you're near your limit. You should take-"
She's silenced with a forceful kiss from Twilight. The librarian slips her tongue between Rarity's lips, hot and insistent. Rarity moans gently into the kiss, and slips a hoof between her legs.
Twilight breaks the kiss. "Rarity. I look a mess. When you do my other hoof, I'll look broken. I'll feel broken. I want it so badly. And I know you want it even more. Please, Rarity."
Rarity looks her straight in the eye. "You're sure about it?"
"I'm so sure."
"What year is it?"
"One-thousand-and-two, CR."
"Are you ready, Twilight?"
Twilight nods. It's a half truth. Her lizard brain is screaming at her to run away. It only makes her want it more. "On three?"
"Three." Rarity puts the stapler in position.
"Two." The cold metal presses into Twilight's hoof.
"One." She pulls the trigger.
*PSHHINK*
More screaming. More wailing. Her hoof flails and her body twitches. It hurts so much. A spike of agony on the softest, most sensitive part of her hoof. She smashes her face over and over onto the padding of the bench until Rarity restrains her. She gulps huge breaths of air and lets out wracking sobs between every one. She holds nothing back, and just bawls her eyes out.
A white hoof lifts her face up a few minutes later. She's a wreck. A miserable, pitiful wreck. She hasn't stopped sobbing and sniffling. Her eyes are completely bloodshot and unfocused. Trails of snot are running down her nose and drool is running down her chin. She's shaking uncontrollably.
She looks utterly pathetic.
"Twilight?" Rarity's voice is barely a whisper.
Her marefriend whimpers for a few seconds before she speaks. "Y-y-y-yes?"
"Does it hurt, Twilight?"
"It h-h-hurts so m-much. S-s-so much..."
"What would you like to do now, Twilight?"
"F-fuck me..."
Rarity smiles, and kisses Twilight below the horn. "I will. But first, we need to take out these staples and dress them." Twilight whines in reply. Rarity giggles. "Don't worry, love, I have a way to take your mind off the pain."
Rarity lifts a dildo out of her black bag of toys. It's pink, latex-coated and is only five inches long. There's a curve at the base to stimulate the clitoris. Rarity trots round the back of Twilight. The librarian's lower lips are puffy, swollen and slick with excitement. Rarity brushes the tip of the toy against Twilight's slit. Twilight coos softly, and gasps when Rarity slips the whole thing in.
"Now, as I pull out a staple, I'm going to switch on the vibrator," says Rarity, walking back in front of Twilight. "Which staple would you like me to start with?"
"Um... Left hoof, please." Twilight looks away in thought, then turns back to her marefriend. "Oh, Rarity?"
"Yes, darling?"
"Could you kiss me when you take it out?"
The white mare smiles warmly. "Of course."
Rarity takes the pliers, and gently grabs the staple with them. She presses her lips to Twilight's and flips the switch at the back of the toy, earning a grateful moan. Then, with great care, she pulls the staple out from Twilight's hoof. Twilight gasps slightly, but does not otherwise react. Her body is flooded with endorphins now, and she's feeling less pain by the second.
Rarity then removes the rest of the staples, one by one, turning up the vibrations and kissing her lover each time. She carries Twilight over to the bed, and strokes her navy mane as she washes and dresses the wounds. The toy is still inside Twilight, though not turned on. She instinctively squirms her hips against it.
After taking a handkerchief and wiping Twilight's face clean, Rarity reaches down and cuddles her. Twilight buries her face in her marefriend's neck and sighs softly. She whines when the toy is pulled out of her. Rarity levitates it next to Twilight's head. "Open," she orders.
Twilight obediently opens her mouth, and the toy slides in. Rarity is making her taste her own juices. It's humiliating. It's degrading. It makes her haunches burn with lust. Rarity moves her mouth next to Twilight's ear.
"I'm going to fuck you, Twilight. I'm going to grind my pussy against your cute little slit until you come like the slut you are," she growls. "Would you like that, Twilight?"
Twilight just moans around the dildo, and nods her head. Rarity pulls the dildo from Twilight's mouth and pulls her into a deep kiss. She slips a leg through Twilight's hind legs, and wriggles forward until their nethers are touching.
The feel of Twilight's soft, wet, and boilingly hot cleft against hers makes Rarity moan deeply into Twilight's mouth. Twilight feels the same way, and starts to rock her hips against Rarity. Their clits rub against each other's and their juices mix together. It's hot, warm, and oh-so-intimate. There's nothing between them, just two bodies moving with one another in perfect harmony.
Neither of them last long. The pain play put them both on the edge, and soon the little moans turn to shouts of pleasure. Rarity comes first, screaming some rather unladylike words. Seeing Rarity get off tips Twilight over the brink, and she buries her face into Rarity's neck once more. Her moans vibrate through Rarity's body as she frantically scissors her hips.
They wind down and simply kiss and cuddle together. At some point, Rarity checks the time. It's a Tuesday evening, she'll need sleep at some point.
"Mmhm. Twilight, it's half twelve. I need my beauty sleep."
Twilight looks up at her, but doesn't move her head. She's peeking upwards with her eyes, like a shy foal. "Stay here tonight? Like this?"
Rarity cuddles Twilight even closer, and kisses the top of her mane twice. "I think I will."
