The Sunday Session

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."