Blaarrghhh (and other choice vomit noises)
Three days. That was how long Rarity had worked almost nonstop on a sudden commission from the famous actress Olive Branch. She’d gotten the call during breakfast, and nearly choked on her food when she heard the client’s name, and the price they’d be willing to pay for short-notice work. Almost instantly, she was throwing clothes on and scrambling to find her keys to drive to the boutique, hoping to get there before Olive did.
Rarity had forgotten a few things at home, but scarcely had the time to retrieve them. She could barely even take breaks to eat or rest, and when she did they were brief cat naps or shoveling take-out into her mouth, sometimes without chewing.
Among the things she forgot was to check in on her submissive, Pinkie Pie.
It wasn’t like Pinkie was someone who needed constant attention or even that much attention at all, but it still left a hole in the designer’s heart that she couldn’t check in, or say she loved her. Most worryingly, she couldn’t remind her to brush her teeth, or throw away trash from the food she’s eaten, a habit Pinkie was never able to kick.
Fortunately for both of them, the hole in her heart began to mend as soon as the last thread was sewn, the final once-over was complete, and the other half of her payment was secured in her bank account. Its color came back when Rarity started up her hand-me-down sedan and headed for home. It all but completely rejuvenated when she turned her keys in the apartment door.
And her entire heart corroded the instant she walked through the door.
Brush
Wrappers, spent cans of soda and energy drinks, and scattered crumbs lay haphazardly around their beanbag epicenter. Atop this throne of filth lazed Pinkie Pie, bits of candy and junk food clung to her hair, a dirty anime t-shirt lifted up past her pudgy stomach allowing for the pink heathen to scratch herself. She wore no pants save for an ill-fitting pair of black panties.
Rarity’s eye twitched uncontrollably as she threw down her purse and keys, and slammed the door behind her, alerting her messy sub to her presence. On the TV adjacent to both of them was the newest episode of Once Peace, an anime they both enjoyed together for years.
The exhaustion that plagued Rarity over the last three days melted away, revealing a hidden wellspring of rage just beneath it. The music swelled as Rarity marched towards Pinkie, almost encouraging what she was about to do next.
“H-hey Rarity! I didn’t hear you come in! How did-” Pinkie stammered out, her pupils shrinking with each step of her dominant.
“Mistress.” Rarity clenched her teeth and snatched Pinkie’s sticky mess of hair, dragging her off the seat of garbage and towards the bathroom. “You will address me as Mistress.”
Rarity couldn't believe the image of utter laziness she saw. Three days! Three entire days she toiled while Pinkie sat here unable to even wipe the crumbs off her shirt! Such insolence needed to be punished, such filth needed to be cleaned.
“Yeah! Of course…” She gulped. “Mistress.” Pinkie’s face turned a darker shade of pink as her Mistress rounded the doorway to the bathroom.
To their immediate right sat a rather simple porcelain sink and a mirror with lightbulbs fastened in across the top. Beneath it sat a tidy cabinet that was meticulously stocked by Rarity with a small violet shag rug just in front of it. To the right of the sink was an ordinary toilet with its bidet extension, and more to the right was a supermodel’s bathtub and shower. Bottles of luxury shampoos and bars of artisan soap sparsely populated its sides.
Rarity swiftly plucked Pie’s sparkly toothbrush from the clear glass on the sink that held both of their brushes and felt the bristles. Bone dry. “You haven’t brushed today have you?” Her voice was more grizzled than she’d expected but went with it.
“No…” Pinkie looked down to the tile sullenly, the hair held tightly in rarity’s fist deflated in shame. Her normal ecstatic and unyielding stream of words encountered a drought when confronted with punishment. This uncharacteristic silence was delicious to Rarity.
“Did you brush at all while I was gone?”
Somehow Pinkie looked even more defeated, and weakly responded, “No, or bathe.”
“Would you say you’ve been a good girl?” Rarity glared at the collar around Pinkie’s neck.
She shook her head.
“Then stand up, I’m going to make you into one.” Rarity’s heart fluttered as she bit the inside of her lip. Not bad, Miss Rarity.
Pinkie Pie obeyed, and rose to a hunched stature trying to hide a smile.
Rarity unhanded her submissive and pushed the glittering toothbrush into Pinkie’s hand. “Rinse it off and put some toothpaste on it, now.” She always loved adding a sense of urgency to her commands, it made Pinkie that much more likely to obey them.
Pinkie obeyed and was about to place the instrument in her mouth when Rarity suddenly grabbed her wrist. The designer flashed a devious grin and waggled her finger. “I didn’t tell you to brush, did I, darling?”
“N-no, ma’am.”
“I appreciate the initiative,” Rarity pulled the brush free from her submissive’s grip, “but I’m not in the mood for flexibility now. You’re gonna do what I ask you to, and you’re going to follow my lead, not your whims, understand?”
Pinkie’s mouth wobbled, struggling to contain her famous beam, “Yes, Mistress.”
“Good.” Rarity bit her lip. “Open your mouth, say ‘ahh.’”
The instant Pinkie opened her mouth was the same instant that Rarity drove the brush into her mouth, pressing down against her gums, hard. Pinkie twitched, gagged, and tried to turn her head down or away from the hand that was defiling her mouth, but Rarity immediately seized her head in a claw-like grip and prevented any movement.
Spit and foam flew from Pinkie’s mouth in every direction. Some landed on the tile below, some landed on Pinkie’s bare, stubbly legs, some landed on her shirt, and some even on Rarity. It would fly back and smear across her glasses, or stick to her blazer or matching pencil skirt, but this only added fuel to the fire. The inside of her lip nearly bled from how hard she was biting it.
“This is for your own good, darling.” She grunted, pistoning the poor sub’s mouth. “Now spit.”
Pinkie obeyed, and a glob of off-orange and crimson fell from her mouth in a filthy, bloody froth. Rarity wasted no time rinsing her hands, which were coated in foam, and put even more toothpaste on the brush before returning it into her submissive’s mouth. She didn’t even bother turning the tap off, opting to let the water run and drag whatever disdainful dribble it could down the drain. Initially, she’d focused that entire effort on the bottom row of teeth, and now needed to turn her attention upward.
Pinkie’s knees buckled and hit the floor, but Rarity mercilessly continued her cleaning. Alongside wincing came pained whimpers and tears falling from her inflamed eyes. The look in the pink girl’s reddened eyes pleaded for this to stop, but this only encouraged the sadist operating the brush to keep going.
“Again, spit,” Rarity commanded as she removed the brush from Pinkie’s mouth and forced her head over the porcelain sink.
Pinkie obeyed, and chunks of chewed-up food alongside the usual slurry of blood and paste stickily fell from her mouth.
That’s when the smell hit.
All along her black shirt, besides the recent foamy stains, were darker splotches, sticky patches, and stuck on bits of chips or noodles or greasy meat. This pungent, stale odor fused with Pinkie’s own body odor and musk soaked into her panties and created a heinous scent of depravity.
“Clothes off.” Rarity could barely stifle a gag.
Pinkie shakily started removing her shirt, exposing her naked chubby frame. Her breasts sagged, and her large, puffy areolas almost completely blended in with her skin. Without delay, she rose and began to remove her black panties with some difficulty. They clung to her, almost glued to her with attraction.
“Oh for heaven’s sake! Are you wet from this?” Rarity plunged her free hand towards Pinkie’s dripping inverted pussy and began rubbing it aggressively. Her eyes pleaded with Rarity to keep this motion up until she came, but also contained within them the despair that she hadn’t earned that yet.
Rarity leaned down to press her head against Pinkie’s and savor that desperate look in her eyes. That feeling that she was in the palm of her hands, and she was going to let her go. Pinkie squirmed in her grip, fighting to contain her moans and control her knees from wobbling side to side. That was her tell that she was about to climax, and if she could just conceal it long enough to-
Rarity abruptly pulled her hand away and fetched more toothpaste, this time not even caring to put it on the brush properly. Some of it got on her finger, some missed the mark, and some lazily flopped to the floor, but Rarity couldn’t care less as she drove her hand back into Pinkie’s mouth.
This time, she wanted to brush it all again a second time to ensure they were properly cleaned. Tomorrow she’d have to schedule a visit to the dentist for an actual cleaning for her submissive, but tonight she was going to take the reins.
Pinkie bucked and gagged much more vigorously than before, globs of bloodied foam collected on her huge breasts, and caked around her mouth deliciously. As Rarity continued her cleansing onslaught, she forced her hand a little too deep and Pinkie gagged hard. Only this time, it wasn’t fruitless.
With a wretch and a reflexive lurch forward, a stream of bile, minty foam, and blood violently poured out from Pinkie’s lips, splashing all over herself, the ground, and Rarity. It first landed on Rarity’s hand, which jerked back in withdrawal just in time to come out unscathed.
The miserable flow of stomach contents was all over the tile, and seeping into the carpet. Rarity’s blazer looked like it’d been hit with a paintball of vomit. Worst yet was that in addition to cleaning Pinkie’s mouth out, Rarity would have to clean the bathroom.
She could no longer contain her disgust and slapped Pinkie, hurling droplets of the virulent mixture onto the mirror and up the wall beside her.
Pinkie stared back at her, covered in filth and pungent discolored fluid, and rubbed her cheek. Rarity panted, reflexive fury and disdain were suddenly overcome by equally instinctual warmth. Something about the consistency, the color, the… filth called to her. Why… Was she so beautiful? It felt wrong. It felt disgusting. But here Rarity was, vomit on her high-end clothing, and her perfectly maintained skin, and she couldn’t repel her attraction.
And there Pinkie Pie’s lips were dripping, covered with the foul bile of a half-week snack marathon. They looked absolutely wretched yet, irresistible.
Pinkie reached for some paper towels beside the toothbrush glass only to be stopped by an alabaster hand.
Rarity glared at her submissive’s eyes, putting on her best facade of disgust, and kissed her.
Pinkie squeezed her eyes shut, and writhed in her Mistress’ grip to no avail. Rarity plunged her tongue into Pinkie’s desecrated mouth and subjected herself to the sour, rotted film that lined her teeth. The pair took their turns heaving into each other with full-bodied gags, but no more puke was shared between the two.
The vomit rubbing into Rarity’s skin and clothes felt better than any lotion or spa treatment. The taste of pungent discharge fused with remnants of minty foam was more delicious than any gourmet meal she could remember. The pleasure of swallowing bile and toothpaste from Pinkie’s mouth exceeded anything she’d ever experienced. It was addictive.
Rarity grinded against Pinkie and parted her kisses in breathy gasps before placing a knee between her ample thighs and motioning back and forth. The slick sound of pussy juice and vomit was a divine symphony to Rarity. She couldn’t take it anymore.
“Up against the wall,” Rarity barked as she swiftly separated from Pinkie’s large, shapely body, “Now.”
Pinkie obeyed and pressed her back against the wall, and leaned her lower half towards Rarity. Vomit ran in thick rivulets down from Pinkie’s breasts and belly down to her rather tainted flower, which would’ve leaked to if it weren’t for Rarity lapping up every last drop.
Rarity could feel Pinkie’s hand gripping and tugging the bun in her hair as she feasted on puke pussy. Sour mixed with sweet and swirled around in Rarity’s mouth as she plunged her tongue into Pie’s folds with fanatic fervor. Rarity felt Pinkie’s thighs press around her head and wiggle, only this time, she’d let her cum.
Pinkie Pie screamed in pleasure as she gripped her Mistress’ head in place and bucked her hips into her gluttonous maw. Pinkie always reached a particularly high pitch when she moaned like that, though it’d be more accurate to describe it as a scream melting into a squeak. And Rarity loved making her squeak.
The fashion designer rose, her lips a sticky mess of discharge, love juice, and smeared lipstick. She could not have looked more professional at the start of the day, but now, she looked like a depraved piece of modern Canterlot art. She stared into Pinkie’s unfocused eyes, steeped completely in afterglow, and pressed her foul lips to hers once more.
What am I doing? A thought cried out. This is foul! This is utterly depraved! This is completely unbecoming of a designer.
Rarity opened her eyes and broke the kiss, but kept her embrace. Pinkie’s bright blue eyes stared back at her. The shame of the situation fully pressed down on her, piercing through the fog of rage and euphoria. She’d just forced the love of her life to puke everywhere and then drank it straight from the source after hitting her out of anger. It wasn’t just letting her temper get to her, it was letting every pent-up frustration take control of her one after the other.
“I,” Rarity licked her lips clean, swallowing the last of the sour bile, “I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s come over me. I shouldn’t have hit you like that, or made you… Well, you know. If there’s any way I can make it up to you, please don’t hesitate to tell me.”
Pinkie Pie looked away sheepishly. “I-it’s ok! I kind of liked it, even if it was super-duper weird and gross and out of nowhere! Who knew I had a vomit and teeth brushing fetish?” There was that trademarked smile, barely marred by discharge.
The pair exchanged a giggle in one another’s arms. “Neither did I,” Rarity grinned, “But I do know I don’t have an affinity for laundry.” She said, leaning away from Pinkie and peering down at her thoroughly stained blazer.
“Don’t worry, Mistress! I’m on the case!” The bubblegum girl beamed.
“No, thank you, that won’t be necessary. As much as I appreciate the gesture,” Rarity moved her arms to Pie’s shoulders in a tight grip and inspected her, “I still need to clean you up.”
“Me?” Pinkie looked her Mistress up and down, “What about you?”
“I… You got me there.” Rarity looked to a particularly large spot on her glasses., “How about you hop in the shower while I clean up this,” She gestured to the entire bathroom, including herself. “But don’t clean up too much, you’re still my responsibility.”
“Okie dokie lokie!” She gleefully replied, starting towards the shower before stopping herself. “Oh, I almost forgot!”
“What’s that, darling?”
“I love you, Mistress.” She said, flustered to the point of looking away.
“I love you too, Pinkie.” Rarity leaned in and gave Pinkie a quick peck, savoring one last taste of bile… For now.
Author's Note
This was a bit exploratory for me, as in, I didn't know I had a vomit fetish until I was introduced to it. At first, I wasn't disgusted by it, which is always a good sign. And then, with some digging, found I kinda like it. I have plans in the future for vomit, and other depraved fetish shit in the future (not actual shit, I'm not all the way perverse). Really excited for what's in store, so, get hyped and get horny!
Look forward to it! I know I'm slow on the uploads, but life comes at you fast! Till then, uh, let your freak flag fly (or something much cooler to say here, yeah, pretend I said something super cool there)! Also, check out my other fic if you're into violent noncon stuff!
