In the moment with her throat around my cock, there isn’t much going through my head other than how long until I cum. Even then my body is moving on instinct, what feels good and what could feel better. Her purple mane wrapped around my wrists and gripped between my hands which I had pulled behind my back; she looked up at me with sparkling eyes and lips vacuum sealed to my pelvis. Mascara tears long since stained down her white muzzle and lipstick smeared past the borders of her mouth, most of it smushed around the base of my cock and a few perfect kiss marks peppered on each of my throbbing cum factories she’d lovingly applied before. While the constant clenching of her tight, warm throat around my shaft was a treat by itself we needed to finish this sometime soon.

Thrusting forward I pushed her head back though she didn’t go without a fight, sucking as hard as she could to keep me in her throat but it’s not like I was trying to pull out yet. Giving her some slack with the locks of mane in my grip, I swung my hands in a steadily increasing rhythm in tandem with my hips to give her the proper ending to this throat fucking that she deserved after this latest performance. Spittle and slight amounts of mucus as her nose had started running with a fresh helping of tears from the pounding her face was receiving only helped to speed the process along. This was a workout I’d never get tired of even with this burning in my thighs; it only made me wanna go faster, fuck her face harder till the slobber flung around from her mouth, what parts of my shaft vacated before plunging back in, my pendulous nuts all accompanied by the obscene *gawk gawk gawk* of her throat the encouragement I needed to finish in explosive fashion. Just the way she liked it.

Her gagging and coughing only spurred me on, my fat balls clenching in preparation for the torrent of cum I was gonna feed her. Funny how even with her drool drenching my nuts and with how hard they slammed into her throat it didn’t bring any discomfort, just added to the rapid tattoo of lust I was beating out of her. Finally all the tension came to a head, my own breath letting itself out in a long, contented groan from the feeling of my load rushing through me and into her. Having slammed myself with a wet smack all the way to the base I tried not to pull too hard on her mane, but mid-orgasm it was almost impossible to focus. As the first few ropes splattered their way into her stomach I drew in a fresh breath I didn’t know I needed as my hands stopped pulling on her mane, but just as I’d expected she held herself in place while staying focused on swallowing the latest prodigal load she fucked out of me. We stayed in the same position for a good few minutes as she didn’t want any sperm to stain the carpet or cushions after all, that and there was no way she’d pull herself off till I finished giving her the complete load she worked her throat raw to earn. With the last few spurts trickling down to what would be considered a normal ejaculation, she pulled back until her lips trapped the end of my tip.

What a cum hungry whore, even after all the seed that made her belly bulge out she wouldn’t let even a drop of it escape. While it certainly made my balls tingle knowing I could go another couple rounds with her, we both knew she had a busy day tomorrow so I finally let her mane fall from around my wrists as I gently but firmly grabbed her muzzle and pulled my tip off her with a satisfying *pop*. With sex clouded eyes she tilted her head up to give me slightly dazed look, after a few seconds of me lightly smirking down at her the look passed from her face. After trying to get her breathing down to normal, she gently cleared her throat before trying to speak.

“-wa… wa” she tried unsuccessfully, but knowing what she wanted I made my way to her kitchen to grab a glass of cool water. In the few moments before I stood in front of her again a wicked idea crossed my mind, one I knew the little cumslut wouldn’t object to. Standing in front of her with the glass in my hand she raised her hooves up expectantly but relief wouldn’t be given so easily. Smiling down at her, she quirked a once finely styled eyebrow which hadn’t escaped the debaucherous throat swabbing. Placing my tip back on her pillowy lips, a slight smile tugged at the corners of her mouth and lightly parted her lips for me. With that done I began slowly tipping the glass of water to trickle down my shaft much like my cum had. As the water trailed down my shaft to her full, pouty lips, it cleaned up what remained of her slobber and delivered it right back to it’s creator. The cool water didn’t bother me as much as I thought it might, after a few seconds I had finished pouring what water was left in the glass.

“Butter Squash.” With me saying our safe word Rarity nearly collapsed on her coffee table I’d been fucking her by, one hoof on the glass of the table and the other by a leg keeping her steady. “That was, a nice touch with the, the water at the end.” She stuttered out, while her breathing was much steadier than before she’d be having a tough time speaking over the next few minutes. After setting the glass cup on the table, I made my way back to her kitchen to grab the pitcher of water she set aside and another glass for myself. Refilling her glass and pouring some for myself I placed the pitcher on the little table and sat on her couch. While I was certainly drenched in sweat from the workout we both put ourselves through, she’d told me before that it was still easier getting the sweat and smell out of the furniture than cum so I didn’t feel too guilty resting my plump ass down.

Finishing my water, I set the glass down by my leg and stretch my arms up. A weighty sigh escapes my chest, stiff nipples and perky tits settle down as my body begins to relax. Rarity works her way onto the couch and chooses to lean against me instead of the coffee table. Reaching behind my head I let my hair down from the bun I placed it in to keep from flailing everywhere during the throat fucking. As my silver hair fell over my breasts and kinda covered my nipples I placed my left arm over Rarity’s withers, snaking my hand up her mane to lightly scratch and massage her scalp. From her gentle moaning I knew she appreciated the treatment, especially after the way I treated her mane. She levitated the pitcher toward us to refill her cup, and with a questioningly look my way I leaned down to grab my cup for her to refill as well. With that done and the now empty pitcher back on the little table we took our time to sip it down, my hand not stopping it’s gentle ministrations.

“Have I ever told you how long it takes to do my hair?” A faint smile touches my lip as I finish my glass to reply. “Only every time I ruin it.” A small giggle, I could tell she wasn’t really upset. It was just part of the game we liked to play. With our thirst taken care of she lays her head on my lap and flutters her eyes at me. “Carry me?” Fully amused that she thinks she had to charm me, while also knowing it was just how she was, I shift one arm just under what could only be described as a marshmallow ass and the other by her neck I lift both of us off her couch. Knowing the way to her room I climbed up the stairs while she wrapped her forehooves around my neck and nuzzled my cheek. Without having to ask she opened the door to her bedroom and closed it once we passed, doing the same yet again when we reached her bathroom. As I stood by her bathtub cradling Rarity in my arms she went about turning on the faucet to her preferred temperature. Carefully stepping into the shower spray, minding my footing I safely brought us both into the tub and set her down.

Pressing her back into me she levitates a bottle by my head, though before I grab it from her hold I tenderly wipe what remained of the ruined mascara and lipstick to which she smiled back at me. Grabbing the bottle I poured a measured helping into my hands and set about her hair routine that she’d painstakingly explained to me before. While I could never stick to such a lengthy routine myself it definitely paid off for her in the end, the only other mare I knew who took care of her hair half as much was Fluttershy. She’d convinced me to do a small part of her routine though she didn’t press too much as she knew I wouldn’t follow up on the whole regiment, but what little I did had a noticeable effect on my hair. Working through the hair routine and straight into her body, I paid extra attention to the outer wall and frogs of her hooves knowing she’d been holding herself up on them the whole time we had our fun. Pressing a kiss to her temple as she quietly whimpered from the pampering she melted in my arms, I finished cleaning her body and lifted her out of the tub.

Scrubbing my own body down I shut the water off just as she finished drying herself off, she unwrapped her mane from a towel and grabbed her blow dryer. Eyeing me up from the mirror as I toweled myself off, her magic lightly gripped my hand as she led me to her seat to set about drying my hair off. When we were both finished I get dressed in some spare clothes she kept in her room for me, then knowing she wouldn't want the princess treatment to end I lifted her up once again and carried her to bed. After tucking her in, I leaned down to kiss her goodnight, though I had to seriously stop myself from licking the tip of her horn before I left. She’d have pleasant dreams about me already, no need to rile her up any more after she was this relaxed and ready to sleep. That would be cruel, and while I don’t mind my fair share of teasing no need to go too far.

“Goodnight princess, and good luck tomorrow.” By now she was struggling to keep her eyes open, turning her face to cover her yawn in the sheets. “G’night.” She sighs out, and like that she was asleep. Trying not to make much noise as I opened and closed her door, the stench of stale sweat and sex hit me on my way down the stairs. Wrinkling my nose and making a face, I look around for any small window I could leave open to air out the place. Ponyville being how it is I knew no one would try to climb through. Passing the damp cushions of the couch I knew most of the scent would lead from there, but also knowing the Unicorn magic could clear up the smell easily I didn’t let it bother me for long as I made my way out of the boutique and locked the door. Just cuz’ everyone was friendly doesn’t mean I should throw out common sense and Rarity’s privacy. With that business done, and one more great sigh, I make my way home through Ponyville’s moonlit streets.

Author's Note

First story I felt like publishing, gonna keep working on it if enough people like it. I plan to keep the sex stuff constant but I also wanna take it in a ridiculous direction with some fighting action but I'm not sure on the last part. Also don't really have a cover image in mind, sorry bout that.