Amethyst Star returned home after another gruelling day. Working in Rarity's boutique paid well, she was the Element of Generosity after all, but mare did she have to deal with the snobbiest of customers, and it was tenfold as bad around Hearts and Hooves day.

Hour after hour of staying on her hooves, a fake smile on her lips as she pretended to know what the difference between aquamarine and cerulean was and why one absolutely fit one pony better than the other.

Ugh, it was a mystery to Amethyst why those rich mares spent so many bits on elaborate dresses and makeup just to catch a stallion. There were far easier ways to do that.

Her stomach joined in the mental grumbling but it was going to have to wait, she'd just gotten home and fuck all if she was going to go grocery shopping before she had some time to unwind.

She kicked off her shoes, like honestly, why did ponies bother with them, just because they were shiny? Then removed her dress, oh it was a relief to be naked again, like nature intended.

She stomped into the kitchen, grabbing herself a beer and a bar of chocolate. Somepony, probably Rarity, would say those didn't go together, but those ponies obviously had never worked 9-7 in retail.

Exiting her kitchen she collapsed on the sofa, the chocolate and beer safe in her telekinesis. She popped the cap off and took a long swig, letting out a moan of pleasure.

The cold carbonated liquid was like an orgasm for her throat after the day she'd had. She took another sip, and then another, savouring every drop.

Too soon she realized she'd drained the bottle. With a sigh she put it down and opened the chocolate bar. It too helped, though not as much as the beer. She was still tense as fuck, but there was a time honoured way to deal with that.

Out of habit she looked around to make sure she was alone, which was dumb, she was in her own living room and she lived by herself, well sort of.

But she didn't want to get caught anyway, it was a habit impressed on the young mare when she was even younger. Getting off is a private matter.

Not feeling especially ashamed she slid the curtains down with her magically while her hoof moved to the carpet between her legs. It felt good and the smell of sex wafted up as her hoof got to work. The smell of swear too, her nethers having been trapped in that dreadful dress all day. Her hoof began to slide between the folds, it was wet and warm, and felt good...

Wait, what was she doing? She sat bolt upright remembering that she didn't need to do that anymore. She'd gotten something better than her hoof. She smacked herself in the forehead, only realizing afterwards that it was the hoof she'd been sliding between her legs. Great, now the smell was in her mane, oh well, she'd need a shower anyway. Especially after what she planned to do.

She wiped her now moist mane to the side and made another trip to the kitchen, grabbing another beer and a water bottle. She also took a can of baked beans, not too fancy, but as mentioned earlier she hadn't had the energy to shop for fresh produce.

Balancing all three in her magic she made her way down the rickety stair to her basement, lifted the heavy blanket she'd improvised as sound proofing, unlocked the cellar door and said hello to her dildo.

The stallion chained to the wall didn't reply, he just gave her the same tired look he'd done for the last few weeks, ever since she broke him in properly.

It wasn't like he could talk anyway, she kept him gagged at all times, just in case a neighbour would hear him scream.

She didn't need to worry when she was in the room, she had a spell for that. It was one of the first spells Amethyst had learned. Ironically she'd studied silence spells as a foal to avoid having to hear her mother having sex in the next room. She appreciated the irony that as an adult she was using it to get sex herself. The poor stallion had never heard her sneak up on him.

"I brought you some water," she unclipped his gag and held the bottle to his lips. He drank greedily despite knowing what was in store. She tried to recall if she had remembered to feed him yesterday and resolved to give him a bit extra tonight.

But first he was going to earn it.

Once the water bottle was empty she got down to business. Another nifty spell got his cock hard. She lifted her tail and turned around. The stallion let out a groan that was both protesting and eager.

"There's no cock like... mmmmm... hrsck!" She exclaimed as she sat down on her stallion, pleasantly surprised that even after a dozen times his girth was still enough to take her breath away. She'd picked him well.

Author's Note

The prompt was HrsCk, and yes it means exactly what you think.

Not my proudest story, but it has some dark elements and rushed writing, so it belongs here.

Enjoy the HrsCk