The Draining

Rarity was in a bit of a stressful situation. She had an order that needed to be filled out, but had no idea just what the idea she had. Something “tight-fitting, revealing, and yet made her feel powerful”. The last few times it was brought in, the woman always said that it wasn’t good enough. It needed to be bolder, tighter, something that could inspire her. She really didn’t know what this odd noblemare by the name of Golden Rod wanted. To top it all off, she had just received Twilight’s letter, telling her that she had a magical incident which left her fuzed with Starlight. It truly was a bad day. Today was the last day to work on the dress, and there was naught but a good handful of hours left before the noble would arrive.

This order was important to her, not only because the pay was extremely well, and could potentially afford her a new location to open, but this was a mare who was known for making or breaking the reputations of anyone that she worked with, depending on whether or not she was satisfied. Just the thought of losing everything she worked for over one client filled her with anxiety. She foresaw herself forced to close her store, moving into a tiny home, and making meager amounts fixing tacky outfits and gradually losing her sense of fashion until she’d think green and brown are acceptable colors to wear!

She shook her head, slapping both her cheeks at the same time as she shut her eyes tight. “No! You will not let this get to you. You just… Need a new idea. You’ve worked under harder constraints, and you’ve worked with less reasonable clientele. It’s only the consequences that are higher.” She took a breath, rubbing her eyes as she looked at the clock. “About… 5 or 6 hours, approximately. You should be able to think of something…” She bit her fingers as she paced around her workshop, her hooves clicking about the hardwood floor the whole time.

Tight-fitting… Revealing… Powerful… A simple dress wouldn’t do, she tried that and was lambasted for it. Too weak, she said. She didn’t feel strong. What did that mean? She found it odd that Golden had Rarity try on the outfit. Perhaps it was because the two shared a similar, slender body type? Maybe she was self-conscious about her body and wanted to have someone else see how it looked? Or perhaps it was the woman trying to lord her status and position of power over her in order to try and prove she was superior to somepony like Rarity. It honestly could have been any one of those, or even all three. Rarity hated how difficult it was to work with the eccentric noble. Had she not been such a prominent figure, she’d have denied her request outright. It was impossible though. She had nowhere near enough influence to do so, even as an Element of Harmony. She began to wonder if being a savior of Equestria and friend of a princess even had any worth.

With the moping out of the way, Rarity began looking around for everything that she discarded, putting it all up for her to observe. She looked at how scantily clad it was but still tried to keep the classiness she always presented herself as. The only thing she could think of was to push herself past that point and make a dress so provocative that it could hardly be seen as elegant. However, she felt that in doing this, she’d end up sacrificing her principles for money and clout.

Shaking her head, she had to remember that this wasn’t just for herself and her reputation. She was doing it because Golden Rod paid well, and she could use that money for a special gift for her family. Patting her cheeks, she focused and tried her best on what her strategy was. “Now let’s see… Golden Rod has to have a specific pattern in her desire. She may be fickle and flighty, but she has to have something she wants to see.”

After giving it some thought, she snapped her fingers, running upstairs to grab a bunch of fashion catalogs. From there, she flipped to the specific articles talking about the successes of those she commissioned. It wasn’t just for clothing. She looked at everything Golden Rod commissioned, from fashion to art to music. She focused on the details, on what specifically these seemingly different things had in common. And that’s when it hit her, causing her cheeks to redden.

All of these pieces were extremely provocative in a very… Perverted sense, to say the least. Essentially, it was all a devotion to the bondage subculture.

Rarity couldn’t believe what she was seeing. All this time, she thought that this noblemare was the pinnacle of refinement and taste, when all this time, she was just some bondage deviant! “I can’t believe… I have to…!” She blushed harder, covering her face as she shook her head. “I can’t make something like this!! I am not just some… Some… Degenerate!”

She stared at the magazines, all of which displayed mares in tight, submissive positions. Bound by ropes and chains, looking up with a helpless, weak expression as the bondings squeezed against her body. Never in her life had she seen something so lurid in her life. As she stared at the debauched imagery, she wondered just how anyone could possibly be attracted to such a thing. She would never subject herself to something so… Dirty.

Degrading.

Naughty.

Sexy.

She blinked, looking up from the photos. Did she really think that? No, she must have been mistaken. There was no way she could ever find her white ass being slapped by a paddle until it turned a bright red to be attractive in any way. Nor would she ever find the idea of being hogtied and hung while cocks slammed into her mouth and… Intimate areas to make her wet in the slightest. Why would she even consider such a notion?

Rarity paused, realizing that her thinking was getting quite strange. She rubbed her head gently. What on Earth are you thinking, Rarity? She thought to herself. You’re talking about this filthy stuff as something so… Enticing… She bit her pencil, humming a bit as her leg bounced up and down.

Rarity was aware of certain… Underground subcultures with a propensity for being quite unique. While she never partook, she did secretly have a little bit of inspiration. Just a tad, and never enough that others can claim ownership of her work to their groups. She couldn’t afford to have such a blow on her reputation, least of all with something actually perverted.

So the question remained: Why oh why was she groping her breasts to such a thing?

She stared in shock as her hand seemed to move on its own. It fondled and bounced her breast, causing her to gasp and shiver. “S-Stop, you can’t-Ahhh!” She squealed as her fingers pinched her nipple just a little bit too tightly. While she should have been upset, all she could think was just how aroused she was.

“Mmmph…” Her fingers squeezed again, going a little bit harder this time causing her to cry out in bliss, her back arching back. Staring at the magazines, she blushed harder, moving in place as a heat built between her crotch. An idea began to form in her head.

Quickly, she brought her fainting couch out, lying back on it as she used her magic to elevate the imagery of Golden Rod’s commissions above her. “I-I’m just having a little inspirational session… Yes, something very quick to encourage my mind to generate a proper idea. After all, I can’t lose any potential customers just because of what I think of them…”

Taking slow, deep breaths, she focused on the many poses and angles in each of the photos. Every curve, every accessory, every pleading look in their eyes, as if they desired more of what they were being subjected to… It all was making Rarity feel quite hot. She lifted up her tightening blouse, kicked off her high heel shoes, and shimmied out of her pants, unable to wait any longer. She needed to feel it again. Without hesitation, she grabbed both of her nipples and pinched them hard, giving them a twist that caused her to cry out in pleasure.

“Oh Celestia, YES! That feels… Mmmph~” She bit her lip, pinching more and more as she stared at the bondage-clad mares. “Yes… Yes, take it to you… You whores…!” She shivered at the word and blushed. Such vulgar language… Perhaps she was getting too much into her session. She considered it as she stared up at the photos, the sparkling of magic falling upon her and making her head feel a little fuzzy.

Perhaps… Just a little more… was her conclusion. After all, she felt like she was close. Just a little bit more wouldn’t hurt, right? She continued to pleasure herself using the pain from her nipples, giggling a little. She didn’t know if this was a new sensation, or if she was always this desiring pain, but this was something she could get used to.

While Rarity pleasured her cans and stared at the bondage “art”, she failed to notice a change occurring to her once petite chest. More and more, her breasts were swelling, developing into larger and larger cups. She didn’t even feel such a thing occurring, too focused on the pain to care.

This was when Rarity found the art of some mares being spanked with a paddle and whipped in their flanks. She didn’t know the sensation, but she was sure she could simulate it. Slowly sitting up, her tits sloshed back and forth to her oblivious nature.

She searched for something which could simulate an implement for her rear and finally, she found it: one of the white synthetic belts that she had yet to style with. She was having a difficult time figuring out what design they could be for. Now she realized they were designed for her ass to get slapped.

Grabbing hold of the belt, she cracked it, feeling a delightful tingle just from the sound it made. She needed more of it. She crawled onto the couch and stared at the photos once more, gripping the armrest and sticking her rear out. With each crack of the belt, it inched closer and closer. Finally, it made contact with her soft flesh, and she damn near came on the spot. She held back just enough to keep from doing so, spending the time recovering with soft, shivery gasps.

“More… Mommy needs more!” She whipped her ass, again and again, moaning and crying in pleasure. Every whip caused a surge of pleasure that made her squirt onto her couch with no regard for its cleanliness.

She couldn’t believe how much she had been missing all this time! It was as if a whole new world had been opened to her, and she wanted to explore all of it! She’d continue to whip her ass, every slap causing it to jiggle and swell just a bit more. Before long, her cheeks resembled two red beach balls, which she bounced up and down eagerly.

“Haaah… Haaah…” She looked down at the floor, her vision blurry and unfocused. How many times did she whip herself? How long was she doing it?

Suddenly, she remembered. The time! She needed to hurry up and make the outfit, but she needed to get her clothes on first! Hopping up, she stumbled a bit. Something felt… Off. Were her breasts always this big? And her ass always this bouncy? It felt wrong, but grabbing and squeezing those still sensitive cheeks made her wince in pure pleasure. How could something that felt so right be wrong?

Shaking her head, she decided to focus on that later. What she needed was to find her cursed clothes and get to work! Looking around, she couldn’t find traces of her old clothes. What she did find where something far better: A tight looking purple-and-gold corset with an exposed chest, a matching garter belt, a leather head strap containing a blindfold, mouth bar, and some sort of ring connected to it, a pair of leather arm binders, and lastly, thigh-high heel boots.

This… This was exactly what she was looking for! The perfect outfit to present to Golden Rod and ensure that her reputation was saved! She grabbed the items and prepared to put them on the mannequin. Then, she paused. She looked at the clothing for a moment and thought to herself.

Well, I must be sure it fits within her specifications… After all, we wouldn’t want the measurements to be off, or to have the… The… Something… The words slowly melted out of her head and into her crotch, her carnal needs demanding she shove them on. Not wanting to disappoint, she slowly slipped on each article of clothing, feeling every inch of the smooth material rub against her skin. It was like a mix of leather and latex, a firm but form-fitting experience that caused no shortage of shaky lips from Rarity. Everything about the feeling was pure ecstasy.

As she got the boots on, she used her magic to slip on the arm restraints. This was a slight challenge, but she did manage to succeed in doing so after some struggle. “There… Now just… This part…” She looked down at the headpiece, giving it a look to figure out which way it was going to go. After a moment, she slowly slid it on, the blinders quickly darkening the room around her, a metal bar sliding into her mouth, and the ring securing itself onto her horn, which cut her off from her magic.

It was only then, her being trapped in total darkness with no magic, that Rarity finally realized her plan may have backfired. She looked around, trying to figure out where she was going. She knew the fainting couch was nearby, but-

“M-Mmmmgh!”

She stumbled into said couch, landing face-first behind it. As she lay there, she struggled desperately to get back up. Unfortunately, thanks to her new, stupidly big tits, all that was accomplished were her ending up on her elbows and knees. It was a start, but without some kind of support, there was no way she was going to get up. That was when she heard the door open. She flinched and tensed up, worried that it could have been Golden Rod.

“Rarity? You in?”

It was Rainbow Dash, who was likely walking in to talk to Rarity about her situation. She had been complaining about it for a while. However, this was definitely not the situation she wanted to be seen in, and tensed up more. As she did, something happened. The ring on her horn began to vibrate, sliding back and forth on her horn. Rarity gasped and bit down on the bar, unsure of what to do but sat there on all fours as her horn was slowly stroked.

The greatest embarrassment of all was how truly wonderful it felt, her eyes rolling up as she drooled from the bar. She writhed on the floor, shaking her butt back and forth as the cheeks gave a soft clap. She knew she needed to keep quiet. After all, she did want to savor it a little bit longer. That was when the ring began to stroke faster.

Rarity’s back arched as she looked up, her heavy chest sticking out as she gave muffled, yet soft grunts in a desperate bid to keep herself from being revealed. She would not be caught. She wouldn’t allow it. The idea was too enticing. Just the thought of being exposed made her wetter than before. She could hear the sounds of Rainbow emitting a ditzy, airy giggle. Had she been discovered? Was she about to be humiliated and perhaps… Disciplined?

Just then, the sound of heels could be heard walking from the dressing area to the door. N-No! Don’t you leave! Come back! Expose me! Embarrass me!

Her writhing got more frantic as the door closed, throwing her ass out as the ring stroked even faster. Pleeease! I-I’ll be good! I promise! R-Rarity is a good girl!

And yet, Rainbow would not come. No one would. She was left alone in that room for quite some time, left to have her horn endlessly stroked and herself edging closer and closer only to be denied orgasm. Each time made her more sensitive, more helpless, and more in need of some stimulation. She didn’t care who it was from, she just wanted to feel something, anything.

~~~

Golden Rod had arrived in Ponyville during quite the bizarre time. All around her, she could see the population of this simple village having sex all over. Mares were bombshell bimbos and stallions were either chiseled sex machines or helpless twinks. She held her parasol close by, using it every so often to shoo off one of them. She was not here for sex. She was here for her art, and she expected Rarity to have provided it to her.

When she arrived at the Carousel Boutique, she saw that the door had been left slightly ajar. She had to be in at this point. What brainless fool would leave their door open otherwise? As she entered, she saw a true sight indeed: On the floor, on all fours, Rarity had been strapped down and placed into tight bondage gear, the material of which was something she had not seen before. Just like those outside, she too had undergone an expansion of her own, with her body nothing more than a sex doll.

And the sight of this drove the noblemare wild, enough that her dress was beginning to form a tent.

It was a secret that she had hidden from the world, that underneath her many dresses lay a large, thick cock that eagerly awaited someone to fill. Normally, she would fuck one of her servants, all of whom were bound to silence thanks to both her sex and by nature of being their boss. However, every so often, she would find one that she enjoyed, one that she wanted to do so many things with and toy with. These ones, she would use her considerable wealth to not only make the most subtle form of pornography under the guise of an alternative art style but also do it so well that most of the time, they didn’t know what they were doing was bondage sex. So, to see Rarity bound and helpless on the floor, juices slowly dripping and forming a puddle on the ground, was like looking at a gift on Hearth's Warming Eve.

And she wanted to open her present right then and now.

“Well well well…” Golden Rod spoke, barely getting any reaction above a twitch from Rarity. “It appears that you were preparing yourself for me. I wonder how long you were in this position…”

Her heels clicked closer and closer, a slight wiggle coming from Rarity. Good, she wasn’t completely broken. That meant she could still have some fun with her. She grabbed her from the ground by her hair and slowly dragged him up, Rarity’s cries of pained ecstasy like music to Golden’s ears. As she got up, she looked her body up and down, admiring the perfect hourglass she had. Even with the other bimbos, the noble could tell that this one was like a fine sculpture crafted from the smoothed, highest quality marble. It was perfect, and she only wanted perfect toys to play with.

She raised her hand high, bringing it down on her ass with great force. Rarity immediately groaned and stuck it out for a better angle. She smirked and brought it down, again and again, her groans getting louder and higher in pitch with each slap. Once her ass was once again red as an apple, she turned to look her in the eyes only to notice the blindfold. She grinned wider. “Well, I suppose we could see how much further you can go. Luckily, I had some toys with me.”

Reaching into her purse with her magic, she pulled out two silver nipple clamps, toying with them as she slowly rubbed them around her nipples. “Is this what you want? To feel these giving those little mountains a nice, firm pinch~?”

Oh fuck, yes! Rarity’s mind thought as she nodded desperately. Do it! Please! Want it! Want iiiit! She tried to say anything, to beg for them to be put on her nipples, but all that came out was muffled babbles and a lot of drool.

Laughing at her new pet, Golden opened them again and slowly hovered them over. “Well, since you insist…” releasing her magic, the clamps clasped down, and Rarity immediately sprayed juices downward as she felt the sudden pinching throughout her whole body. This was the pure bliss that she had been looking for this whole time, and Golden Rod, the snooty, upper-crust mare was giving it to her.

Of course, the next thing that the noble would say would indicate her mistake. “Hey! Did I saaay you can cum, pet?”

Rarity shrunk down a bit. How could she have cum without permission? That was most unladylike untoylike of her! She looked up at Golden as if to plead for forgiveness. However, her eyes were still covered, making it all in vain.

Golden smirked once more, pushing her onto the couch and walking over to pick up the belt. As Rarity slowly attempted to pick herself up, she felt herself getting whipped on her back. Her elbows rested on the armrest as the leather slapped against her back, every crack making her moan each time. Still, no matter how much she wanted to cum, she couldn’t. Mistress Golden would be mad, and she couldn’t make her mad. So, she took each whip across her back, pussy twitching and dripping with every strike she felt. By the end, she was so close to the edge that she could have sworn that she was going to go insane.

However, as Golden Rod whipped her new toy with a joyous smile, she was experiencing a change that she too would barely care to pay any attention to. Her dress felt a bit tighter, both in her chest and around her hips. On top of this, she could have sworn that she strapped her cock down before coming, as it felt like it could have been dangling. Even her testicles felt a bit heavier, requiring her to adjust her stance a little before resuming. Normally, someone would attempt to look down, but she was so busy having fun with her Rari-toy that she only paid it mind when her dress felt as if it were going to be torn at the seams.

“Ugh… Nasty cheap thing…” She muttered, looking behind her and undoing the dress lace by lace. As she slowly shimmied out of it, her breasts sprung out from their cloth confines. She blinked, poking them. Surely they weren’t this big before… Weren’t they? She gradually pushed downwards, struggling as she finally freed her large, bubbly buttocks. M-My word! She thought. I-I have cake! What does that even mean?? She was free though, and it looked as if her cock at least seemed fine if a bit thicker. She pushed it down to where it would normally end, but it didn’t stop. She went down a bit more and eventually found her cock doubled in size! Not only that, her balls were the size of buckballs!

A small part of her wanted to be mad. It wanted to scream out and demand a reason why her body had become a sexual parody of itself, unable to fit into her regalia. However, all of that was smothered away by the overwhelming lust of seeing herself in a nearby mirror. She was so damned attractive that she wanted to make sweet, passionate love to herself. Just the thought caused her cock to rise up at full mast. She grinned and stroked it slowly, looking down at it. “Awww, my poor sweet thing… You must be quite hungry… Do not worry. I have fresh meat for you.”

Golden’s gaze turned back to Rari-toy, who was still panting desperately behind the bar in her mouth. She was so close to breaking, but the only way for her to fully break was through rough, passionate sex. It was the only way to break in any true toy. She slowly walked over to the white mare, her golden body on full display. She wanted to see just what this mare could do. She slowly removed the headpiece from her new pet, who gasped and panted as she looked around.

“W-Whaa… Horny… Hot… Need… Need…” Rari-toy paused as she locked eye contact with Golden’s rod. “C-Cooooock!”

She attempted to dive for it, but was caught by the futa. She tutted and looked down. “You have not earned the right to touch. Beg mistress for it.”

“Y-Yes, mistress~!” She squealed. She never had a mistress before. Or did she? She didn’t care, Mistress demanded she beg. She bowed low before Golden. “P-Please, mistress! Rara need cock! Cock in pussy, cock in ass! Cock cock coooock~”

She wiggled her ass back and forth desperately, hoping it would entice her to say yes. After some time, Golden responded. “Fine. You may suck first. If you do well, you may receive your fuck. Do well there, I may even take you home with me…”

Rari-toy’s eyes widened. Cum in her holes AND going home with Mistress? She did hesitate. Immediately, her tongue ran across her cock. Drool lining across every inch before she moved to the balls. She suckled the sweat off of Golden’s sack, the musk making the pet’s eyes roll up. Finally, she moved her head back. It was time for the proper servicing. She ran her tongue along the tip and kissed it with a love-drunk smile. Wrapping her lips around it, she began to bob her head up and down. It felt like with each inch she went deeper, her brain was sparking with sexual energy. Before she knew it, she was deepthroating the whole length, her throat clasping down and making Golden Rod groan before dumping her first load into her stomach.

As Rari-toy pulled herself off, her mistress took a deep breath. She was already good enough that she could bring home with her. Easily qualified with skills that surpassed her servants. But as the white mare gargled cum left in her mouth and swallowed, she knew that wasn’t enough. Not for both of them. They needed to fuck, and fuck hard. It truly was the only way to end this trip.

Rari-toy looked up at Golden Rod, cum still spilling from her mouth. She smiled and wagged her ass back and forth. “D-Did I do good, Mistress…? Toy get fuck now?”

Her futa mistress took a breath, picking the mare up and turning her around on the couch. “Just barely. Consider yourself lucky.” She rested her cock between those white beach balls Rari-toy called an ass. Her pet would respond by grinding up and down, the soft claps of her cheeks adding to the ambience of the fucking outdoors.

“Alright, you little pet… Be prepared for Mistress’s rod…~” She slowly pressed the tip into her cunt, gritting her teeth as she stretched her wide open. She heard Rari-toy crying out but ignored her. She didn’t care what her pet was thinking or if it was pleasurable for her. All Golden wanted was her own satisfaction. Still, her little toy pet was extremely tight even with her spit as lube and needed to be loosened up a bit.

Slowly, she thrust in and out, huffing softly as she stared forward. She wanted to move faster, but the tightness wouldn’t let her. A virgin. The best kind of meat for her cock. She pushed deeper and deeper, gritting her teeth as she began to pick up speed. Her caverns were starting to open up to her, and this meant she would be getting closer and closer to her prize. She quickly undid Rari-toy’s arm restraints and grabbed a hold of her arms. She wanted leverage for this next part. Her balls slammed against her pet’s clit, and both their tits bounced in sync with the coarse sex. They could hear the sounds of Golden Rod’s hips slamming into Rari-toy’s ass, pushing them to go harder and harder. They went at it over and over, grunting as they tried forcing their cock in deeper.

However long they fucked, they couldn’t be sure. What was sure was that Rari-toy had cum over and over, her mind turning to mush. Time became irrelevant to their pleasure making. What was sure was that when it came time for Golden Rod to unleash her seed, she made sure that her cock was hitting her entrance.

“Alright, my slutty bondage pet… Are you ready to accept your mistress’s gift to your womb?”

“Ahhhn! Yeeessshh! Rara waaan’ cuuuum….!”

“That’s what Mistress what’s to hear…” She muttered before pounding Rari-toy with all of her might. She gave her snatch no mercy in these final moments, cock pulsing and leaking precum which allowed the cock to move even faster inside. Finally, with one last thrust into her, her sack tightened up and her cum rushed out of her and into her toy pet. She did not moan. She did not scream. Her mouth hung open, emitting no sound. The only sound that could be heard was the sloppy sounds of her womb being filled with buckets of cum before spilling out of her and onto the couch, staining it forever.

Golden Rod pulled out, taking a deep, relieved breath. She looked around and took one of Rari-toy’s old dresses to use as a cum rag. As she tossed the filthy dress aside, she looked down at her new plaything. She smiled and pulled a collar from her bag. Clamping it around her neck with a leash, she gave it a tug, Rari-toy obeying and getting up with a wobble. They would walk out and return to the outside, where everyone was still fucking. This would be the beginning of a long, playful partnership between the two.