A fine china cup rested upon its saucer, steam billowing from the Earl Grey inside. Within this hot liquid there would be exactly half a teaspoon of sugar and the mildest splash of cream.
It was the way that Rarity enjoyed her tea and it was prepared as such.
Her magic enveloped the handle of the cup and she took a dainty sip, savouring the flavour before returning the cup to its home.
She then returned her attention to the work in front of her, scratching away at a sketchbook with a series of coloured pencils. This was her morning routine as she did not trust herself with thread or needle until at least the first cup of caffeine.
“How is it?” Coco asked.
Rarity smirked and glanced over her shoulder. “As excellent as always.”
Coco was at her own station, doing something very similar. She looked perplexed at her own sketchbook before scribbling away at something that Rarity was sure would come out as utterly divine.
“Good because…” Coco bit her lip. “I sometimes worry that I mess up.”
Rarity snorted. “You’ve made me how many cups of tea, my pet?”
Pet.
A cutesy title that rarely left the confines of this boutique but also the most important one that existed between them. At least, if the collar of fine faux leather was to be believed.
The purplish material looked divine on Coco and had been designed and produced by the greatest craftsmare in the land. That being Rarity herself. It was accented with little bits of golden material that made the article positively radiant. A shame that so few ponies ever got to see it.
Coco hummed. “Probably close to three hundred cups by now.” Her expression then slipped. “I just worry…”
“And you do an excellent job of that,” Rarity playfully jabbed. “But if I was unimpressed with your tea-making abilities then I would intervene and correct them.” She shot a playful look at Coco. “Wouldn’t I?”
There was a beat, a moment of silence, and Rarity returned her attention to her work. Today was a bright day and as such her design was bright and flowery, something that Fluttershy would’ve surely enjoyed if she were privy to its potential existence.
“Correct how?” Coco asked.
The playfulness was hard to keep out of her voice, the eagerness just resting under the surface.
Rarity smirked. “With a rattan cane and your hindquarters as my canvas.” She glanced at her again. “Then probably a few hours of lessons on how to properly make a cup of tea.”
“If that’s the case, then I’ll need to remember to mess up your next cup,” Coco teased.
Rarity rolled her eyes. “I wasn’t aware that I was investing my time and energy into a brat. When did this develop?”
“When you threatened me with a good time,” Coco teased.
Rarity glanced at her design and then at the cup of tea. She was a mare with a rigorous work ethic but even she wasn’t immune to Coco’s allure as it pulled her away from her work. So, she rose and levitated the cup of tea along with her.
She approached Coco and took a loud sip.
“Well, you’ve now played your hand,” Rarity said. “I know that you want to be punished which means I’ll need to find less appealing alternatives to threaten you with.”
Coco batted her lashes. “Good luck with that.”
Rarity peered at her beloved pet’s work, seeing that the sunny day had inspired her as well. She had created a flowing dress of oranges and yellows. Or well, as created as a drafting sketch could be. Maybe it would become a beautiful article one day.
“Are you nearly finished with your work?” Rarity asked as she took another sip.
Coco glanced over her shoulder. “I could take a break if that’s what you’d like to, my Mistress.”
Mistress.
A title of equal importance but one that was hidden away much like the collar and pet. Oh, the shame of living such unrespectable private lives in view of respectable society.
Rarity smirked. “In that case, follow me. Your sudden shift in demeanour has gotten me into a rather foul mood.”
While she waited for a response, Rarity’s magic coiled around a belt of faux leather that hung from one of the room’s clothing racks, gripping it tightly. She brought it over and investigated it. It would serve her purposes nicely.
“What kind of mood?” Coco asked.
Rarity didn’t mark her response with words. Instead, she tightened her grip upon the leather strap and folded it. She then tugged sharply upon either end, causing it to crack loudly. The sound was impressive, filling the room.
Coco stiffened and her breathing hitched.
“I see,” she whispered.
Rarity smirked and moved the strap over, caressing Coco’s cheek with the coarse material. “I thought it would be wise to correct your newfound bratiness before it spills over into your daily routines. Because, my pet, I enjoy my morning cup of tea and don’t take threats to it kindly.”
“I’ll be good,” Coco whispered.
Rarity nodded. “I’m sure you’ll be the crowning jewel of good behaviour when I’m done with you.” She then tutted and moved towards the door. “You can return to your work after I’ve had my way with you.”
For a moment, Coco seemed stricken with paralysis though she soon stirred and got up, following after her Mistress. Together, the two of them ventured across the hall and into Rarity’s bedroom.
The room was what you’d expect from a mare such as Rarity. It was filled with finely crafted furniture, decorated with masterfully made art, and accented with expert-quality sheets and quilts. It was a very fine room with little secrets of depravity littered about.
The headboard looked far sturdier than it needed to be, perfect for bondage. There was a chest off to the side with a functional bronze padlock, something to keep disobedient fillies from sneaking into the room and taking a look inside. And there was a lamp hanging from the roof, held in place by an anchor that could easily hold the weight of a full-grown mare.
And yes, that was tested regularly.
Rarity stood within the room and observed her surroundings, pondering what she wanted to do.
In her current state, she barely even noticed when Coco slinked in after her. It was adorable to see the sudden shift in her demeanour as shame mixed with anticipation about what was about to unfold this morning.
“I believe we have a couple hours before Sweetie returns for lunch,” Rarity commented. “Should give us more than ample time for you to be punished and recover to a reasonable capacity.”
Coco bit her lip. “Punished how?”
Rarity cocked a brow and held up the folded belt, knowing full well that the answer should’ve been apparent.
And it seemed to register with Coco as she shivered.
She didn’t complain and clambered upon the bed, facing towards the wall. The good filly inside of her even docked her tail to the side, exposing her adorable pussy and the lingering wetness that clung to her lower lips.
“You know this routine,” Rarity stated. “You will thank me after every blow and then count them off. If you fail to do so, I will repeat the blow and add one mark to your total. We’ll start with…” She grinned. “Twenty.”
“Twenty?” Coco paled. “We usually only do ten.”
“It’s not every day that I have my authority questioned in such an overly disrespectful manner,” Rarity murmured. “You should be happy that I only see fit to provide you with twenty-five lashes.”
Coco looked ready to fight back against the added five but she had the sound judgement not to bring up the matter.
“Yes, Mistress,” she eventually conceded.
Rarity allowed herself a thin, yet dangerous, smile. She approached her little plaything from behind and observed her tender rump. She was a lithe mare with very little cushion back there. Not scrawny but nowhere near as well rounded as Rarity herself.
This meant that when the belt bit into flesh, it would hurt.
Rarity didn’t start beating Coco immediately, however, and instead rested the belt against her flank. She moved it in tender little circles, easing Coco into the mood. Slowly, she started to relax, some of the tension leaving her shoulders.
“You seem nervous,” Rarity whispered.
Coco bit her lip. “Not everyday I go through twenty-five lashes.”
“I’m sure you’ll handle them with a stiff upper lip and the utmost pride,” Rarity commented. “That is, if you feel like dropping your disobedient façade.”
Coco scoffed. “What makes you think it’s a façade?”
“The fact that with nothing more than my words I managed to get you onto this bed and willing to accept your punishment,” Rarity commented, smirking to herself. “You are not the capable liar that you assume you are, my pet.”
She didn’t wait for a response before drawing back the sturdy leather belt. Its sudden absence made Coco tense, her breath hitching.
Rarity did not leave her waiting a moment longer than she had to, cracking the belt down soon after.
Coco jerked forwards, the ragged edge of a gasp escaping through her lips. She whimpered as she felt the enflamed little mark that her Mistress had left behind.
“One,” Coco groaned. “Thank you, Mistress.”
Rarity snorted. “And that is how I know it’s a façade. You were simply goading me into giving you a punishment.” She shook her head. “And the worst part is that it worked in such a predictable fashion. Really that’s a mark of shame against me.”
She drew back the strap again and lashed out for a second time. It impacted with an equal amount of fury, surely leaving a matching welt upon Coco’s cream coloured coat.
Coco gripped the sheets of the bed tightly, drawing in a ragged breath in order to bring some semblance of order into her rapidly fractured mind.
“Two,” she whispered. “Thank you, Mistress.”
“You are very welcome, Coco,” Rarity said, smiling to herself. “The least I can do is help a friend who is very obviously suffering with such troublesome thoughts.”
Rarity’s magic sparked and she lashed out with the strap, delivering three blows in quick succession. Alone they were tamer than the prior two but when combined together, the pain that they bore was more than enough to rival the furious burn of their companions.
Coco gasped, feeling tears lick at her eyes. She gritted her teeth together and let out a pathetic hiss from between her teeth.
“Three! Thank you, Mistress!”
“Four! Thank you, Mistress!”
“FIVE!” She drew in a ragged breath. “Thank you… Mistress.”
Rarity chuckled. “Excellent work so far. I’d say it’s downright impressive how quickly you flinch away from being a brat.”
She dragged the strap against Coco’s rump, teasing all of the little welts she’d already left behind. Coco couldn’t help but tense as she felt the coarse material touch her so recently inflamed flesh. It was enough for her to draw in a faint little breath, panting as she whimpered.
Rarity drew it away and cracked down the strap twice more, in quick succession. The twin blows were delivered at different angles, ensuring that they crossed over an area of flesh that had been so recently tenderized.
The pain was hot and it was deep, going well into her muscles. It was explosive, not quite world ending, but bordering on that agonizing precipice.
Coco gasped for breath and cried out, feeling two streaks of tears leak from her eyes.
“Fuck,” she barked.
Her voice failed her as she tried to put together the syllables within her mind. Though she was too slow, far too slow to respond.
Rarity sighed. “I suppose we’ll be going for twenty-six lashes this time.”
“Please!” Coco gasped. “Please, Mistress.”
“Oh?” Rarity snorted, unable to keep the sheer amusement out of her voice. “So now you wish for mercy after spitting in the face of my authority.”
“Please,” Coco tried again.
Rarity hummed and once more placed the strap against Coco’s flesh. This time she pushed it firmly between her haunches, pressing it roughly against her sex. Coco drew in a sharp breath and flushed with shame as she felt her juices stick to the material.
The mockery was silent, showing both of them how wet she had become.
Rarity then hawed. “What would I gain from showing you mercy?”
The strap drew away and lightly started to bat against her sex. The thwacks weren’t firm or even painful but it acted as a very firm reminder of how much more this could hurt if her Mistress decided that she should feel pain.
“I… I…” Coco began.
Rarity brought the strap down a bit harder. Not painfully hard but definitely hard enough that it jerked free a faint little gasp of pain from her lover.
She chuckled softly. “You were saying something, my pet?”
Coco drew in a firm breath. “I’ll… I’ll be good?”
“I thought we’ve already established that you were aiming to misbehave today,” Rarity said. “Why should I suddenly believe that you’re so sincere in your devotion to being good?”
“Because you punished me?” Coco tried, desperate to keep the edge out of her voice.
Rarity scoffed. “Five lashes are hardly a punishment, my pet. For the divine, I’d hardly even call five lashes a firm reminder.” She drew the strap away. “To me, it sounds like you’re just trying to avoid the consequences that you so rightfully earned.”
Coco whimpered. “Miss Rarity…”
“Unless you want to drop any specific phrase that might change my mind?” Rarity offered.
A specific phrase.
An offer to use her safe word.
Coco shook her head. “I have nothing else to add.”
“In that case, be a good girl and take your punishment,” Rarity said. “I really do need to get back to work, after all.”
She drew the strap away and lashed out with it, leaving a series of lighter blows behind to warm Coco back up. In total, she delivered about five of them, each marked with a whimpering breath from her plaything whose hindlegs started to quiver.
Coco counted the blows off this time, ensuring that she reached ten and thanked her Mistress vigorously for correcting her problematic behaviour.
She also wasn’t ignorant of the moisture that clung to her lips, her cunt winking with an eager anticipation. It was impossible to hide the fact that this was turning her on immensely though Rarity allowed her to save face by not commenting further.
Rarity purred as she placed a hoof upon Coco’s rump, kneading into it. A usually gentle gesture turned out to be quite sore as Coco hissed through clenched teeth. Her rump must’ve surely been a mosaic of little marks and welts by this point.
“I really do create such beautiful works of art,” Rarity murmured.
This brief bout of mercy was cut short as Rarity instead drew forth the strap once again. She lightly patted Coco on the rump with it before winding back and cracking it down. This blow was like the first two, powerful and potent, driving an intense heat deep into her flesh.
Coco barked with pain, her voice threatening to break right there and then.
“Eleven!” she yelled. “Eleven. Thank you… Thank you, my Mistress.”
“You are very welcome, dear,” Rarity teased. “I hope you are learning a very valuable lesson about obedience.”
“I’m going to be so obedient,” Coco whispered, sniffling.
Her cheeks were damped by tears as she buried her snout into the sheets of their bed. Her ass felt like it was literally on fire, covered in all sorts of little marks that betrayed the disobedience required for this lesson.
“I’m glad to hear it,” Rarity said.
She then sighed and placed the strap upon the bed.
Coco looked at it. “Mistress?”
“I suppose that you may have learned your lesson, after all,” Rarity admitted. “Plus, I was starting to feel a little guilty about punishing you further. It’s like kicking a puppy while it's down.”
She hummed and brushed a hoof slowly across Coco’s rump. Her motions were tender but even the gentlest of touches was not enough to combat the raw pain in Coco’s flanks.
“I could be made to lessen your punishment,” Rarity offered.
Coco nodded. “How so, Mistress?”
“Apologize for misbehaving and kiss my strap,” Rarity offered.
Her horn sparked and she brought the coarse leather over to Coco’s mouth. It didn’t look any different though why should it? Sure, the pain had been intense but Rarity never went to the point of actually inflicting legitimate harm. Even if it felt like the strap should’ve been bloodied.
Coco nodded and kissed the material. “I’m sorry, Mistress. I should’ve known better than to be a brat.”
“Well, there’s no battling your instincts,” Rarity teased.
She reached out and gently ran a hoof through Coco’s mane, petting her a couple times and scratching her behind the ear.
Coco couldn’t help but purr, melting into her Mistress’ tender affection. It was nice, there was no denying that. A little treat to end the raw brutality that had marked their time together.
“Though I will be punishing you in other ways,” Rarity stated.
Coco cocked a brow. “Oh?”
“Yes, while I’m not a sadistic brute, I am still deeply disappointed in your conduct,” Rarity stated. “If you were looking for me to beat you, you should’ve simply asked for it, instead of playing the role of a disobedient pet.”
Coco whimpered. “Wait, are you actually mad at me?”
“Not mad,” Rarity dictated. “Disappointed, darling.”
“That’s even worse,” Coco whined. “I don’t want you to be disappointed in me.”
Rarity snorted. “Oh, my dearest pet, if this situation wasn’t so grave, I would find it funny.”
She leaned forwards and kissed Coco on the rump. Her lips were cool and soothing against one of the many blemishes she had left behind.
“You rebel only to instantly feel guilty about it,” she murmured. “I hope you can see the humour behind that because it does amuse me.”
“It is a little funny,” Coco admitted.
Rarity nodded. “Anyways for your next punishment you’ll be making me another cup of tea.” She snorted as her gaze narrowed. “I apparently need a little extra caffeine this morning and I can’t imagine why.”
Coco grinned. “I can totally do that.”
Rarity chuckled darkly. It was the type of chuckle that made the hairs on the back of Coco’s neck stand up on edge. She knew this chuckle and she knew it well. It was the type of chuckle that paired only with the evilest of Rarity’s ideas.
“It’s not going to be that easy, dear,” Rarity teased.
She drew away and made her way over to her dresser. As she peered inside, her horn glowed and she fiddled with Coco’s collar. The latch on the back opened and the leather slowly came free, allowing the article of clothing to fall to the bed.
Coco swallowed an anxious lump in her throat. Her collar was usually only removed in private when Rarity opted to use one of the more specialized models that they owned. One of the collars that was exclusively meant to torment her.
“I’m actually getting a little hot and bothered thinking about what I’m going to do with you,” Rarity admitted. “It’s been ages since I’ve had an excuse to let loose like this and I guess I thank you for providing me with one, you rebellious little whore.”
She closed the drawer and returned to the bed with a jewelry box in her magic. It was black in colour with her cutie mark done up in blue gemstones. Though this design was used on all the other boxes that contained collars as well.
Coco had a feeling that this was done by design, to leave her in suspense about each box’s true contents until the very last moment.
Was it going to be her shock collar? Or her posture collar? Or…
Rarity placed it upon the nightstand and opened the lid. She grabbed the collar in her magic and presented it to Coco.
“Oh,” Coco whispered.
It was a sturdy looking metal collar with a cushioned interior. There were all sorts of electronic interfaces on the gadget’s exterior, making it look highly technical.
It was a collar designed to apply pressure to a pony’s throat, constraining their ability to breath. A devious device that Rarity hadn’t had a chance to use in a very long time. And it would seem that Coco had provided her with an excellent opportunity presented upon a silver platter.
“Let’s not get too hasty,” Coco tried, smiling nervously.
Rarity cocked a brow. “I mean there is an easy way to avoid this.”
Her safe word…
“Please,” Coco pleaded.
That was not her safe word.
“And yet you opt not to use it,” Rarity said with a shake of her head. “How very interesting.”
She opened the collar by disengaging some magical lock on the back before pulling it around Coco’s throat. It was snug but not uncomfortably so as Rarity latched it shut. The uncomfortable portion would begin soon enough. Coco knew this for a fact.
Rarity’s horn sparked and she fiddled with the controls on the collar. Something within that magic box whirled and slowly the collar started to compress around Coco's throat. It wasn’t too firm, at first, just enough that her breathing adopted a slightly laboured quality.
A panic flared in the back of Coco’s mind though she tried her best to quell such anxieties, lest they rise up and make the situation worse.
“Shall I…” Coco began, fighting against the pressure in her throat. “Tea?”
Rarity shook her head. “I’m nowhere near done tormenting you, just yet.”
Her horn glowed and she produced two other accessories. Both of them were regular additions to their play. One was a slightly thick black plug. The other was a small egg vibrator that was attached to a controller.
“Can’t make this too easy on you, now can I?” Rarity teased.
She coated the plug in a magical shroud which made it slick and well lubricated. This then went behind Coco who instinctively hitched up her tail. A moment later, the plug pressed against her backdoor. There was a bit of resistance though she was well trained and it soon slipped into her welcoming little pucker.
Coco gasped, though the cuff made the sound of her pleasure come across as weak.
The collar hadn’t grown any tighter, meaning she could still puff upon the air. It was difficult but not impossibly so, meaning she would retain consciousness, at least for now.
Next, Rarity pressed the little egg between Coco’s folds, pushing it into her tight snatch. Her pussy wasn’t as sensitive as it once was, due to a long relationship with such a ravenous lover, but still she squeaked as it parted her folds.
The strap, with the vibrator’s controls on it, was then tightened around Coco’s leg, securing it in place.
Rarity finally let out a contented little sigh. “And I think that just about finishes your look.”
She clapped her hooves together and Coco knew her place, standing up even if her legs wobbled under her.
“And to the kitchen,” Rarity declared.
Coco moved forwards, focusing on her breathing and keeping one hoof in front of the other. As the situation unfolded, she knew she’d be slowed but the task would not be impossible.
Though Rarity opted to make it difficult as she turned on the little egg vibrator to a higher setting. It sprung to life and Coco stumbled, only catching herself at the very last moment. The vibrations were nice, enough to bring forth a weak moan. Though they were also a distraction, causing her to lose focus on the task at hand.
Rarity cleared her throat. “My tea, darling?”
Coco nodded and said nothing, moving cautiously down the stairs, placing one hoof in front of the other with determination until they were down in the kitchen.
Rarity smirked. “You know, you take far too many things for granted.” She tutted. “And maybe that is my fault. I fulfill your every need, want, and desire. I’ve made you think that you’ll get everything without working for it.”
Coco nodded weakly as she made her way over to the kettle. She started to fill it with water and focused on the rhythm of her feeble breathing.
Though as she worked, Rarity’s magic emboldened and the collar tightened just a little bit more. She could still breathe though it was a struggle, nothing more than a thin rasp of oxygen entering her lungs.
She made a panicked little noise but focused on the task at hand. Her lungs already started to ache but all she could do was struggle for the little air she was allowed.
“Breathing is a privilege that I grant you,” Rarity chastised. “Along with water, food, and a roof over your head. You are my property, Coco Pommel, and I intend to use my property as I see fit, even if they have funny ideas about acting out.”
Coco whined and felt her pussy wink. She hated that Rarity knew all her buttons and took glee in jabbing them.
Rarity snorted. “I’m sorry, am I turning you on?”
She turned off the vibrator, leaving Coco’s poor pussy so unstimulated.
“This is a punishment, darling, not a reward,” she said as a grave seriousness dripped from every harsh word.
The kettle started to overflow so Coco stopped the water and poured out some of its contents. Her vision was already starting to darken around the edges as she placed the kettle upon the stove and turned on the element.
There was no way she could endure this until the water was done.
“Prostrate,” Rarity demanded.
Coco obeyed and pressed herself against the floor before Rarity.
Her Mistress proved merciful as she loosened the collar as much as possible, allowing Coco to suck down air without restraint. She breathed over and over, savouring the token mercy that she had been granted to her.
Rarity smirked. “Thank me and keep thanking me if you appreciate the gift I just gave you.”
“Thank you, Mistress,” Coco said. “Thank you, Mistress.”
She kept repeating that phrase over and over, not stopping lest the collar clamp down around her throat again. In the background, the kettle continued to boil away, steam surely coming off of it by now.
“See, doesn’t it feel so much better to be obedient?” Rarity asked. “Don’t you appreciate the gifts that I give you.”
“Yes,” Coco whispered. “Yes, Mistress Rarity.”
Rarity reached forth and placed a hoof on Coco’s head. She didn’t press down upon it but merely let it rest there as a show of dominance.
Her horn sparked and she turned on the vibrator once again, pushing it to a very intense setting. It came alive with vigour.
With Coco’s voice now unrestrained, she began to moan with a growing confidence.
Though she never stopped thanking her Mistress, doing so over and over without hindrance.
Then the kettle clicked.
Rarity removed her hoof from Coco’s head and placed it gingerly upon the ground.
“Deep breath,” she instructed.
Coco sucked one in, not stopping until her lungs refused to take in even a little more.
Rarity’s horn glowed and two things happened in near unison. First, the vibrator ceased its function. Second, the collar started to tighten around her throat for a second time. It grew tighter than before, utterly cutting off the flow of air.
Not even the illusion of a wisp could manage to get through.
Coco made a choking noise, then no noise at all. Panic flared in the back of her mind but she pushed such sensations aside as mere distractions.
She forced herself to her hooves and reached into the cupboards, grabbing a fine china cup. It took a lot of willpower not to drop it, even as she started to shake from the lack of air entering her lungs.
Thankfully, Rarity grabbed the kettle herself, obviously seeing the issue that could arise with a suffocating mare handling boiling water.
This meant that Coco just needed to grab a tea bag. So, she went with another cup of earl grey, shakily placing the little white bag into the cup.
A moment later, Rarity filled it with water, steeping her beverage.
Yet, the suffocation did not end there.
Coco attempted to let out a panicked note but none came forth to fill the void. Her lungs started to ache and, as she looked at Rarity, all she could see was a dangerous smile forming upon her lips.
“What’s the matter, dear?” Rarity asked. “Do you need something?”
Air!
“Oh, silly me,” Rarity continued, holding a hoof to her chest. “Did I forget to mention that I need more out of you than just a little cup of tea.”
She tutted and made her way over to the fridge, though ensured that she kept her gaze on Coco as she did so. Even when she attempted to act cruel, it was hard to hide the uncurrent of care that entered into every single one of her actions.
“I need entertainment, my pet,” Rarity dictated. “And unfortunately, watching you suffocate is extremely entertaining.”
Coco sank to her knees, feeling her world start to swim around her. Her lungs were on fire and her mind was growing fuzzy.
Rarity smirked and produced an apple, taking a bite from it. She didn’t move to aid Coco, instead just lording there and taking delicate little nibbles from her snack.
Coco sunk even lower to the floor, feeling the creeping edge of asphyxiation besiege her mind from every direction imaginable. Her world was on fire, her lungs threatening to burn up right there and then.
“How loyal of a pet are you, I wonder?” Rarity asked herself. She stepped behind Coco and let out a cruel note of amusement. “Soaking wet, I see. You really are such a depraved little slut, aren’t you?”
Coco reached for the collar and attempted to tug at it. She needed air, she needed a relief to the swimming of her vision and inferno that had caught hold within her lungs.
“Would you be willing to pass out for me if you knew it would bring me joy?” Rarity asked.
Coco’s eyes widened.
There was no way her Mistress would push her that far, would she?
The answer came soon enough as Rarity’s horn glowed and she loosened the collar all the way to its baseline setting. A flood of air came rushing back to Coco and she gasped upon it with such unrestrained glee.
Her world slowly returned to normal, the burn fading and her mind crawling its way out of its addled state.
Rarity snorted. “Shame I will never get to push you that far.”
She grabbed the cup of tea and took a dainty sip from it. Her expression was hard to read as she worked through the flavours, smacking her lips together.
“An acceptable cup,” Rarity said, returning it to its saucer. “Even if it is black and I had to do most of the work myself.”
The saucer was then returned to the counter, along with the apple. Rarity’s attention soon turned to Coco as she approached, lording over her.
Coco whimpered. “I’m sorry, Mistress Rarity.”
“You are forgiven,” Rarity said, allowing herself the faintest of smiles. “I do believe that I put you through some rather unfair circumstances.”
Her horn sparked and the little vibrator between her folds soon increased to a more intense setting. It buzzed away with vigour, drawing forth a pitiful little moan from Coco.
Rarity smirked and reached forth, running a hoof through her mane.
“Now what to do with you, what to do with you?” she asked herself in a quiet voice.
She then grinned.
“Tell me, my dearest pet, how time sensitive are the designs you’re working on?” Rarity asked.
She picked up her snack and tea and moved back towards the stairs. Coco watched and clambered to her hooves, following after.
“They’re… they’re…” Coco attempted, though words were so hard to form with that little egg vibrating away. “I…”
Rarity took a little mercy upon her as her horn glowed and the egg died down, settling to the barest level of vibrations.
Coco drew in a breath. “They’re new commissions that I wasn’t planning to actually start until next week. Just… felt like getting an early start.”
“Excellent,” Rarity said. “Your work ethic is commendable, my pet.”
“Thank you, Miss Rarity,” Coco whispered.
“Since you are so ahead on your projects, I’ll be asking for some assistance on the designs I’m currently working on,” Rarity stated.
Though they both knew that Rarity wasn’t asking her. She was demanding her assistance on these dresses.
Coco nodded. “Of course.”
They returned to the workshop and Rarity placed down her breakfast. Her magic fiddled with Coco’s collar, removing the breathplay model and reaching into the neighbouring room to grab her proper attire.
Coco purred as her usual collar was pulled around her throat. It felt more proper to wear this article of clothing, normal even. She reached up and touched it, feeling a little nucleus of pride flare within her breast. She was owned by this mare and proud of it.
Rarity smiled and leaned forwards, giving her a tender little peck upon the lips.
“You are the most divine pet that any pony could ask for,” she said.
Coco bowed. “Thank you.”
Rarity’s horn sparked once again and she started to rearrange the room. She pulled out a beanbag chair and moved her drawing board towards it. The new set up looked far more comfortable than her usual desk but was also far more accessible, offering an opportunity for a certain pet to better worship her.
Coco did her best to hide her smile, not wanting to give away that she knew exactly what was about to happen.
Rarity gracefully made her way towards the chair and sat down within it, studying Coco and nodding towards her. The request was silent but confirmed Coco’s prediction as Rarity spread her hindlegs and exposed her glistening pussy.
No verbal request was made as Rarity merely smirked and cocked a brow, her gaze resting upon Coco.
Coco made her way over and as she did so, Rarity assembled a cushioned bedding for her to lay down on. It was comfortable as she sunk into it, the material feeling nice against her coat.
The juxtaposition within Rarity was strange. She was both a mare who could bring so much suffering while also being a kindly owner who pampered her dearest.
“What colour goes well with lavender?” Rarity murmured.
Coco hummed. “Dark blues, darker purples, darker pinks.”
Rarity snorted.
“What?” Coco asked.
Rarity shook her head. “I believe you just listed off Twilight Sparkle’s mane.”
“Destiny bestowed her with a very good colour palate,” Coco interjected, offering a shrug. “Tell me that I’m wrong?”
“You’re not,” Rarity replied.
Coco took the short reply as her cue to get to work. So, she leaned forwards and casually started to lap away at Rarity’s folds. Her tongue work was initially slow and cautious, trying to establish a good pace to start with.
After all, if she was too energetic, there was a risk that she’d potentially distract Rarity. On the other hoof, if she were too slow then there was a risk of boring her. And the breathless reminder of what disappointment would bring was still fresh within her mind.
Coco kept an ear open, using it to gauge her performance. She’d go a little quicker or slower depending on her Mistress’ voice. If she started to moan too loudly that was a cue to ease back. Inversely, a lack of song told her that her tongue work needed improvement.
Soon enough she had developed a respectable rhythm, flowing through her Mistress’ folds with ease. There was just enough vigour with her tongue work that she could sense the faintest signs of pleasure wafting off of Rarity.
Coco closed her eyes and reached back with a hoof.
When Rarity didn’t clear her throat in disapproval, she started to massage her delicate flower with her soft frog. A stifled little moan escaped Coco’s lips and brushed against Rarity’s sex.
“Now, now,” Rarity teased. “If you wanted to get off, all you needed to do was ask.”
Her horn sparked and suddenly the egg inside of Coco renewed its prior vigour. It rumbled away without delay, adding to her moans. It took a lot of willpower not to let loose upon her Mistress, instead trying to remain reserved with her oral performance.
Rarity took a sip of tea and sighed. “I really do appreciate the life we’ve built for each other. There is nothing that helps my creative muse flow nearly as much as tormenting you, my beloved pet.”
Coco grumbled some response into Rarity. It may have been a thank you but she wasn’t even sure anymore.
Instead, she continued to rub away at her sex. Already, her lips were soaking, saturating her fetlock.
“Oh darling,” Rarity moaned. “You are so going to love this design.”
Coco drew back and smiled. “I’m sure I will.”
She took the moment to catch her breath before dipping forwards once again. Her jaw ached, a little, though she was trained to ignore such mortal needs.
Rarity reached down and gently ran a hoof through her mane, stroking it a couple of times. She then patted Coco on the shoulder.
“Take a break,” she stated. “I need to work on some very detailed lines.”
Coco drew away and rested her cheek against the comfortable cushion that Rarity had provided for her. A thin smile graced her lips as she looked up and saw the dedicated look that Rarity was giving her work. The tip of her Mistress’ tongue poked out from between her lips and she seemed to be viewing her craft with a familiar stoicism.
It reminded Coco of…
She winced at the memory.
“Coco?” Rarity asked.
Coco blinked and looked up. “Yes?”
“Is everything alright?” Rarity continued. “I just heard you whimper.”
Coco bit her lip and considered lying. Though she knew that Rarity would not approve of that. And this wasn’t just a Mistress thing. This was something that had to do with a marefriend caring about her marefriend; a foundation deeper than collars and titles could ever hope to breach.
“I uh…” Coco sighed. “I thought about my former owner…”
Rarity frowned. “I see.” She then shook her head. “I suppose I did take things in a rather unproductive direction, didn’t I?”
Coco’s eyes widened.
She didn’t mean…
She…
“No, no, no,” Coco chanted. “You did fine, Mistress. That was extremely hot and I really enjoyed it.”
“Is that so?” Rarity asked, though the lack of trust behind her words was apparent. “Or are you just telling a little white lie to spare my feelings?”
“For real!” Coco tried. “I just… I was admiring your work ethic. It reminded me of her and then I started thinking and then… and then…” She buried her face into the cushion. “I’m sorry, Mistress.”
Rarity was silent for a moment. Though her horn soon sparked as she removed the egg from Coco’s pussy and turned it off.
Coco whimpered at the sudden absence and continued to whimper as Rarity reached down and stroked her cheek.
“You have nothing to apologize for, my love,” Rarity whispered.
Coco shook her head. “I’m… I…”
“You are a pony who is hurt and I am a pony who aims to help you with that hurt,” Rarity whispered. “Now look at me.”
Coco did as instructed and looked up. Though she nearly flinched away. The worry that was etched upon Rarity’s face was apparent in the slight creases in her complexion.
“I’m glad you spoke to me,” Rarity said. “Sometimes the things I do are done in a fit of passion and if bad memories emerge from them then I need to know so I can fix that.”
“It wasn’t…” Coco began, sniffling. “It wasn’t anything you’ve done.”
Rarity nodded. “In that case, I need to know so I don’t push you when you’re feeling bad. That way I can avoid accidently furthering your pain.”
She drew forth a cloth from her workstation and used it to dab at the moisture that clung to Coco’s face, doing away with her arousal.
“You are not broken,” Rarity said. “You are not beyond mending by any stretch of the imagination.”
Coco nodded slowly. “You promise.”
“I would rather fall upon a sword than tell you a lie, my love,” Rarity said.
Coco giggled.
“What?” Rarity asked.
Coco shook her head. “You just sound a little dramatic.”
“Then I have some terrible news about dating me,” Rarity teased.
She ran her hoof down Coco’s cheek and bit her lip, looking like she was retreating back into the bastion of her own mind.
Coco had no hope of breaching it herself. All she could do was hope that the thoughts swirling around inside were productive, at the very least.
Coco frowned, knowing, just knowing that she’d messed up.
“Pull up, dear,” Rarity instructed.
Coco stirred. “Pardon?”
“You were starting to spiral once again,” Rarity said, reaching out and stroking her mane. “You’ve… Maybe…” She shook her head. “I’m perplexed.”
“Would you like to talk about it?” Coco asked.
She reached up and placed her hoof over Rarity’s, giving it a tender squeeze.
Rarity sighed. “I suppose I just feel like I am working with half a toolkit here. My remedies are always sexual and I am woefully lacking in the techniques required to help with your mental hardships.” She snorted. “I keep having to remind myself that the bedroom is not a cure for every ailment.”
“Well, it’s the cure for most of them,” Coco teased.
She was about to get up but paused, looking at Rarity. Though her Mistress simply nodded, granting her permission to rise once again.
Coco did so and looked around the workshop.
“I’m distracting you from your designs,” she whispered, trying not to sound guilted but failing horribly.
Rarity rolled her eyes. “Darling, if my career can endure Twilight Sparkle pulling me aside for a road trip every other week, then I can afford to spare a couple moments dotting on literally the most important thing in my life.”
She got up as well and brushed alongside Coco, nuzzling into the crook of her neck.
“Your presence nor traumas will never be a burden upon me,” Rarity declared.
She sounded so resolute that Coco nearly believed her. But a last little string of guilt clung to her heart, denying her such kindness.
Rarity proved to be more astute than Coco, however, as she kissed her on the cheek. “Come now, let’s move this elsewhere.”
She led the way and Coco followed, entering their bedroom. Rarity was soon upon the bed and Coco joined her. In a moment, Rarity’s hooves were around Coco, holding her close against her Mistress’ warm body.
“Did you know that I very rarely got to be the big spoon prior to this relationship?” Rarity asked.
Coco snorted. “I can imagine. You are a fairly small mare.”
“And you’re an even smaller one,” Rarity teased, kissing the top of Coco’s head. “It’s been a real treat being with you.”
“You make my life better,” Coco whispered.
Rarity nodded. “And you make my life better as well, my dearest pet. You’ve given me a purpose that is more potent than any mere career gains. You’ve given me a responsibility that I will cherish and foster with all my will.”
“You’re being dramatic,” Coco teased.
Rarity faked a heavy sigh. “Oh, whatever will you do. If only there was some way to silence…”
Coco dipped forwards and pressed her lips against Rarity’s own. They shared a kiss, one which started off reserved, but grew increasingly impassioned with every passing moment they remained together. It wasn’t long before their tongues came forth, clashing somewhere between their lips.
Rarity’s hoof rubbed at Coco’s flank, gliding across her cutie mark. She paused for a moment to squeeze it, eliciting a tiny little gasp from her plaything. The marks still lingered and ached against her Mistress’ touch. Though such things could be ignored with the intensity of the kiss.
Sadly, the kiss had to come to an end as the two of them drifted apart.
“You kiss like you’re feeling a little better,” Rarity teased.
She drew closer and lightly pecked Coco on the neck.
Coco shivered at the sensation. “Maybe a little bit, my Mistress.”
“Would you like me to take care of you?” Rarity asked.
“Oh you…” Coco bit her lip. “You don’t have to do that for me?”
“I don’t,” Rarity said. “But if you are feeling up for it, I think I would enjoy it immensely. But only if you’re up for it of course.”
Coco pondered this, searching through her mind. Most of the bad thoughts had already left though like always their lingering vestiges filled her grey matter with a sludge that made it difficult to think of anything except for a vague sensation of discomfort.
Eventually, she nodded. “It’s worth a shot.”
Rarity cocked a brow. “Is that you giving me your consent because you want this or you giving me your consent because I’m your Mistress?”
“I want this,” Coco said, flashing a tense smile. “I’m just… bad at accepting pleasure.”
Rarity smirked. “Then I will have to train you to get better at it.”
She trailed a series of kisses down along Coco, starting at her neck before drifting towards her collarbone. Most of these kisses were tender though occasionally she’d get a little rougher, suckling firmly enough to leave a love bite behind.
Her path took her across Coco’s chest and down along her soft belly. As she kissed, she would rub at Coco’s sides and stroke at her flanks. The gestures were nice, pleasurable, soft, and tender. They were enough for Coco to close her eyes and moan softly.
“I can’t believe I don’t do this more often,” Rarity whispered. “Your body is just fit to be worshipped, my pet.”
Coco giggled. “Isn’t that my job?”
“It’s both of our jobs,” Rarity explained, though paused to kiss her beloved pet again, this time on the hips. “For you, you worship me because I’m your Mistress, your Owner, the pony that you deem fit to worship.” Another kiss, growing so close to Coco’s flower. “For me, it’s like I’m worshipping a fine painting or a glass of wine, I am enjoying a piece of property fit for my regal consumption.”
Coco was about to respond but before she could, Rarity planted her lips against her lower counterparts. The kiss was passionate and potent as her Mistress drove her tongue deep inside.
Coco gasped and clutched the sheets of the bed tightly. Her voice rose to such a passionate din as Rarity began to swirl her tongue around in tight little circles.
Her Mistress’ horn glowed and a bead of blue formed upon Coco’s little clit. She massaged it gently, adding to Coco’s passion and the frantic nature of her breathy voice.
Rarity giggled as she drew back. Her breath was warm as it rolled across Coco’s lower lips.
“You are sensitive, my pet,” she teased.
Coco nodded. “I’ve… It’s… I…”
“Never had another pony take care of you in this regard?” Rarity asked.
Coco nodded even more frantically. It would seem that words were no longer within her range of comprehension.
It was adorable to witness.
Rarity tutted. “My poor little pet. I really shouldn’t have gone this long without giving you the treatment that you so obviously deserve.” She shook her head. “How utterly dastardly of me.”
She dipped back in and hungrily drove her tongue back into Coco. This time she was even more forceful, quicker in her actions, gliding through her beloved pet with such ease.
Coco quivered and moaned with incredible energy. Her whole body shook and she felt a tension start to form within her core. She’d climaxed many times before but this was something else, this was something powerful and special.
Rarity reached up and gripped her thighs, holding her steady as she continued to slurp and suckle away with ravenous hunger.
“Rarity,” Coco mewed. “I… I…”
She wasn’t allowed to finish that thought as Rarity’s tongue brushed against something especially sensitive. It was like brushing against a livewire of pleasure as she was brought right to the brink of euphoria. It made her mind go alight and filled all her senses with a clouded shroud of good feelings and nice vibes.
Coco’s voice continued to rise, growing more and more frantic. It wouldn’t be much longer now. It couldn’t be much longer now.
It felt like her very core was being lit aflame, a tension forming just above her sex.
Coco wanted to cum but she couldn’t. She hadn’t been given permission and her Mistress would be most crossed with her if she were to…
Rarity brushed back against the little nerve, sending Coco’s vision swimming.
“FUCK!” Coco barked before clamping a hoof over her mouth.
A sense of utter dread suddenly filled her.
She’d just sworn in front of her Mistress.
Though Rarity only seemed amused by this, giggling against the pussy she was devouring. She closed her eyes and really channelled herself into her performance, moving with a speed and vitality that Coco could only envy.
There was no way she could hold off, no feasible way of denying herself at this point. Would her Mistress really go all out like this if she were not primed to bring her beloved pet to climax? It was like a silent permission, right?
Though any internal conflict was drowned out as Rarity probed at that nerve for a third time. In that tantalizing action, the dam finally gave and Coco cried out with all the intensity that she could muster, screaming with a vigour that even surprised her.
Her juice flooded forth and filled Rarity’s mouth. Her Mistress drank from them with glee, not stopping until Coco’s orgasm inevitably tapered off.
Coco’s vision swam and it felt like every inch of flesh was impossibly sensitive. Even the sheets felt utterly divine as she squirmed upon them.
Rarity drew away from her pussy and blinked in surprise. Her snout was utterly coated in a thick sheen of perverse fluids. She wiped some of these away before licking them off of her hoof.
“You taste divine,” Rarity said.
Coco flinched. “Sorry.”
“Sorry for tasting divine?” Rarity asked, scoffing. “You apologize far too frequently, my pet.”
“Not for that.” Coco glanced off to the side. “You didn’t give me permission.”
“I suppose not verbally but I think the implications were clear enough. After all, I did tell you that I intended to treat you like a fine glass of wine.” She giggled. “Can’t very well enjoy wine if there is none to grace your tongue.”
She slid up along Coco’s side, planting more tender kisses along her flesh. Each felt more divine than the last as her skin was still so sensitive to even these minor touches.
“I love you,” Rarity whispered.
Coco smirked. “I love you too, my Mistress.”
“I hope that I helped combat some of those devilish little worries that had taken root inside of your mind,” Rarity said.
Coco pondered this for a moment, realizing that not one of her ugly little anxieties lingered behind. Hell, not even a vestige of unease remained. The oral had been purifying, washing away all of her harmful stressors.
“Huh,” she whispered.
Rarity smirked. “I did good?”
Coco nodded slowly at first before nodding a bit more vigorously soon after. “Yeah, I uh… no bad thoughts.”
Rarity looked proud of herself. “Still got it.”
“May I return the favour?” Coco asked.
Rarity glanced at her and pondered this. “I would be honoured, my pet.”
She shuffled a little and spread her hindlegs. As Coco glanced down, she saw that her Mistress’ puffy pussy was on display. It was still slick from their prior time together, such a tantalizing treat for her to sate her desires with.
Coco thought about being coy, like her Mistress had. Instead, she slid along her body, not stopping until her snout was level with her sex.
She drew in a breath through her nose, enjoying the scent of expensive beauty products mingling with lust.
“I’m nervous,” Coco whispered.
Rarity snorted. “You’ve done this a million times before.”
“I just want to make sure you feel as good as…” Coco began.
Though she wasn’t allowed to finish this thought as Rarity reached down and forced her face between her legs. Coco took the hint and immediately got to work, lapping away at her Mistress’ sex and pushing her tongue inside.
She flowed throughout her folds with a seasoned ease, knowing these velvety walls like the bottom of her hoof. Her pulse quickened as she heard her Mistress’ pleasure, her voice growing louder and louder with every passing moment.
Coco shivered as Rarity’s grip tightened. She did nothing with this leverage but it was still nice to be touched in such a fashion.
“My beloved,” Rarity whispered through a hoarse voice.
Coco purred at the comment and focused every fibre of her being on the task at hoof, not slowing in the slightest. She was like a runner, on the final stretch, seeing the goal just upon the horizon. So, she pushed harder still, pressing her tongue to its seasoned limits.
Rarity’s voice rose higher and higher and Coco could sense that her back was lifting away from the sheets. She couldn’t help but smirk, knowing that she was doing an excellent job of offering her Mistress pleasure.
“Oh Coco,” Rarity moaned, shuddering violently. “Coco!”
Coco loved the way her voice sounded when it came out upon a moaned breath.
It was euphoric, knowing that she caused the strain in her beloved’s vocals.
It was powerful, knowing that her tongue could do this alone.
She focused upon controlling her exploration. This terrain was familiar and she started to flow between the landmarks with familiarity. There was this little nerve between two folds that made Rarity curse. There was another one near the roof of her cunt that made her suck in a heavy breath every time it was touched.
Her pussy was dotted with these little spots that made it such a pleasure to explore.
“Fuck,” Rarity whispered. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Her grip tensed within Coco’s mane as she clenched a generous hoofful of her luxurious hair.
The pressure upon Coco’s locks made her ache but in a good way. It was an ache that came from the fact that Coco was doing more than an adequate job with her carnal exploration. She was bringing her Mistress a pleasure that she didn’t think was even possible.
“Oh Coco,” Rarity repeated.
Her voice was now so breathy, so corrupted by the allure of oral fornication.
Coco would’ve commented but she couldn’t bring herself to do that as her Mistress’ hoof denied her even an inch of freedom. Not that she minded, she loved the fact that she only had to focus upon the pussy pressed against her lips.
It was a divine pussy, warm and wet, hot against her complexion.
Then Rarity cried out, letting out a harsh bark of relief as her entire body shuddered. A moment later and a cascade of juices came flooding forth. They splashed against Coco’s complexion and filled her mouth. She drank from them without restraint, like a mare in the desert trying to sate her desire for water.
Rarity continued to quiver and quake, not stopping in the slightest. Her flood remained strong until Coco was certain that she would drown.
Only then did the fluids finally taper off, allowing Coco a chance to catch her breath. Thankfully, her Mistress released her grip soon enough and allowed her to dip away, breathing heavily through the shroud of moisture that polluted her senses.
“Holy…” Coco began, shaking her head lest she curse. “That was a lot.”
Rarity nodded, unable to speak over the stiffness that seemed to have suddenly entered her jaw. It took a moment but she eventually started to breathe, shivering as she did so.
The sheets of the bed were soaked with juices and Rarity looked more than a little sticky. Coco felt very much the same. The coat around her hindquarters was utterly soaked in all sorts of less than savoury fluids.
The two of them lingered like that until Rarity shuffled over.
“Let’s… let’s go take a shower,” she declared.
Coco purred. “Yes, my Mistress.”
“Then after that switch to your day collar if you’d be so kind,” Rarity instructed. “We need to get lunch ready for Sweetie and the girls.”
Coco beamed. “Oh, are they coming over today?”
“Apparently, Cheerilee opted for a half day so she could catch up on some grading,” Rarity stated before winking at her pet. “Though honestly, I think she’s just sneaking away to go on a date with a certain Princess. But I’ve always been a nefarious little gossip, haven’t I?”
Coco snorted. “You, a gossip? I’d never believe it in a million years. Next thing you’ll tell me is that you have a sex slave.”
Rarity smirked. “I prefer to think of you as a sex servant, darling. Slave has such negative connotations in our modern world.”
They stepped into the bathroom.
“By the way, Coco,” Rarity said.
Coco perked up. “Hmm?”
“Thank you for confiding in me,” Rarity stated, offering a half smile. “I… I appreciate it.”
“Of course,” Coco replied. “There isn’t a pony I trust more.”
Rarity smiled. “That makes me very happy to hear, my beloved pet.” She then turned on the shower. “Now let’s hurry and wash away our shame before the girls get here.”
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