And Now For Something Completely Differentby LewdChapterChaptersThe Hot Dog ProblemBrickhouseNice Cock, BroThat's The PitsThe Real Rarity: Big IronThe Hot Dog Problem"Hey Ari?" said Sonata, quite out of the blue. "Hmph?" Her sister's only response was a grunt of annoyance, with trace amounts of inquiry on her tone. "You know like the Seven Degrees of Separation?" Sonata shifted in place, not giving Aria a chance to respond before continuing. "Do you ever think about how everyone's only one degree of separation from a hot dog? Cause even if you've never eaten a hot dog, you know someone who has. Doesn't that freak you out a little?" Aria tapped her sister's thigh three times and, like ritual, Sonata stood up to free Aria from beneath her fat, wobbly rear. Her cheeks were slick with slobber from Aria's previous worship, and even as she rose to allow her sister to gasp down a few much needed breaths, Aria's fingertips were still tightly kneading Sonata's doughy, curvy, perfect ass. "Sonata, what the fuck are you even talking about?" huffed Aria, once she'd gotten some air in her lungs. "Oh, nothing important, I guess. Can I sit back down now?" asked Sonata innocently. "Your tongue felt really good in my asshole, sis." Aria pinched the bridge of her nose, once again absolutely flummoxed by the situation she found herself in. "Fine. Maybe if I bury my head in your ass, I won't be able to hear you talk..." Brickhouse“Oh my God, are you okay?!” Somehow, someway, Pinkie was the one panicking. Despite being called in, ostensibly to support her friend, Pinkie needed consoling when faced with the damage done to Fluttershy. It was a strange sight to anyone who knew the two; Normally, it was Fluttershy having a breakdown, with the bright, bubbly personality of Pinkie being necessary to calm her down. Fluttershy looked as if she had run through a shredder, with slices and slashes all across her shirt and face. She had bandaged up the gashes on her cheek, but the lines of dripping red, seeping through the white of her tank top showed that she had much first aid still to come in her future. “Oh, don't worry.” Fluttershy had a gentle chuckle to her voice, despite her mildly-mauled state. “Just a little bit of a run-in with a badger under the cottage. He was a little scared, scratched me up a little, but we managed to talk it out.” “Do we need to take you to the doctor?” asked Pinkie. Even as she spoke, she scrambled for her phone to dial the girls, an ambulance and, perhaps if necessary, Princess Celestia herself. “We gotta get you to a hospital! Here, I'm calling AJ and Dashie, then can help carry you and then—” “Pinkie, please. It's okay, I'm fine,” promised Fluttershy. “No hospital necessary. I just need your help to bandage up these cuts. He got me on my back, and I can't quite reach. Would you mind?” “If it'll help, I'll do it!” With a quiet utterance of thanks, Fluttershy went about pulling her shirt over her head, turning to show Pinkie her back. Pinkie thought she was prepared for what she would see. She was expecting blood, bruises, torn flesh. What she wasn't expecting, however, was the toned, chiseled physique Fluttershy had cultivated. Pinkie's eyes went wide at the lats, traps, delts, and other muscles she wasn't enough of a gym rat to know about, utterly bewitched by how such a gentle, soft, tender woman like Fluttershy could be built like that. “Pinkie?” Fluttershy’s voice snapped Pinkie back to reality. “Are you okay?” “Y-yeah. Just… Wow. You're, uh… pretty buff.” Pinkie blindly reached for the first aid kit, her eyes glued to Fluttershy’s statuesque physique. “Do you work out?” “Not really. I do yoga with Rarity, but nothing too crazy. I guess working with animals so much keeps me in good shape.” “I'll say…” Pinkie took a rag from the kit and wiped away the blood from Fluttershy’s wounds. Once she was clean, it was just a matter of securely wrapping the wounded areas in gauze. The job was done, and yet, Pinkie couldn't help herself; She reached forward with both hands and pressed her fingers against Fluttershy’s musculature. Her soft, smooth skin was betrayed somewhat by the hard, taught, powerful muscles that it covered. “So firm…” “Are you… caressing my muscles?” “Hng… M-maybe just a little?” Pinkie was doing more than “just a little”, running her fingertips along the grooves and ridges of Fluttershy’s back. She could almost feel each individual muscle fiber, hard as stone and sending shivers down Pinkie's spine. “Sorry. Should I stop?” “Well, if you like that…” Fluttershy giggled. “I've been told I have a pretty nice six-pack, too.” “Are you rizzing me up right now, Flutts?” “I… don't know what that means? But, um… I'm asking if you wanted to touch my abs, so… yes?” Pinkie’s eyes snapped up, and she had to wipe the drool from the corners of her mouth. “Oh yeah. Awesome.” Nice Cock, Bro"Can we take five, Mac?" huffed Flash, tiredly slinging a roadie case across the band room floor. The two had been at it for nearly an hour by now, rearranging the band room to make way for new equipment."I gotta spring a leak." "Eeyup. Reckon I can use a bathroom break too," said Mac. Without another word about it, the two departed for the nearby restroom. It was one of CHS' small bathrooms, with just a sink, three urinals, and a tiny stall. Mac made his way to the far left urinal and, in adherence to the unspoken code of the public restroom, Flash occupied the far right urinal, leaving the middle one unused. The pair unzipped their jeans in almost perfect unison and, for a bit, it was silent except for the pattering of urine against ceramic. Flash's eyes wandered around as he peed, and though it wasn't his intention, his gaze eventually drifted to Mac and his firehose of a dick. It was quite long, and so thick around that Flash wouldn't be able to wield it with just one hand. Flash averted his gaze, but not before Mac noticed. "See somethin' you like?" snorted Mac. "Sorry. Just looking around," said Flash. It went quiet again, until Flash spoke up. "Uh... Looking good over there. No homo." "Heh. Thanks, bud. You ain't too bad yourself, over there." The restroom doors blew open and, to the surprise of all, the person who entered was none other than Sunset Shimmer. She strutted in as if this was a perfectly normal thing to, and strolled all the way to the middle urinal. The boys were so shocked at having their sacred men's restroom invaded by a woman that they didn't respond, even as Sunset leaned over to either side to inspect their still-pissing dicks. "Nice cock, bro," she said, nudging Mac on the shoulder. She glanced over to Flash, nothing she hadn't seen before, and smirked. "Yours is pretty sweet too, Flash." "What the hell are you doing here, Sunset?" "Same as you. But, uh, if you've got a fragile ego, I'd look away if I was you." Without giving either guy a chance to ask for clarification, Sunset unzipped her jeans and let out a massive hog of a cock from her panties. Easily twice as long as Mac's, and who knows how much thicker, the guys watched in horrified awe as Sunset grabbed her unfeasible cock and held it true as a powerful stream of urine jetted from it's head. When the boys peed, the sound was a simple trickle. When Sunset peed, it sounded closer to a pressure washer against stone. Flash and Mac just stared, slack-jawed and beside themselves, as Sunset emptied her bladder through her obscenely large instrument "Keep staring like that and I might let one of you shake it for me when I'm done," said Sunset with a wink. That's The Pits“You’re a freak,” said Aria plainly. “Can’t really argue with that,” agreed Sunset with a nod. “So? Deal?” “Hang on, I need you to walk me through it again. I feel like I’m on Punk’d.” She pinched the bridge of her nose. “So you want to give me $20? And all I’ve gotta do is let you sniff my pits?” “I don’t really want to pay you, but I figured that was the only way to get you to hear me out.” “You figured right, cause if you had opened with the pit thing, I’d tell you to go fuck yourself.” “Come on, dude! It's a free $20!” “I don't wanna be part of your gross fetish thing,” said Aria. Despite how insistent she was on this, she couldn't help but notice Sunset’s horny, undeterred gaze. She crossed her arms, toned from years of the gym, over her flat, narrow chest and frowned. “I just got done with my workout, man. I fucking stink.” Sunset's heart skipped a beat. “Promise?” said Sunset. “Don't get my hopes up for nothing… “What the fuck is wrong with you?” Aria rolled her eyes and turned, headed for the door and, hopefully, an escape from this madness. “Whatever. I'm out of here. Don't wait up, you fucking—” “$100.” Aria froze, and, after some brief calculations in her head, slowly turned back to face Sunset. “$100?” Sunset nodded. “To sniff my armpit?” Again, Sunset nodded. “No funny business? I'm not showing you my tits or anything like that, alright?” One final time, Sunset nodded, so hard her head was liable to fly off. “Ugh… You tell anyone about this, you're fucking dead.” Aria raised her left arm up, tiredly beckoning for the pervert across from her. Barely able to contain her glee, Sunset skipped over to Aria and, after waiting for the nod to continue, buried her face in the heavenly crevasse. She inhaled, the heavy, powerful scent of Aria's musk, her nostrils stinging and her eyes rolling back in her head. Aria was wrong, she didn't stink. To call the scent of her sweat unpleasant would be incorrect. She didn't smell bad, just very intense, the heavy weight of her smell causing Sunset's head to swim. “Holy shiiiit,” moaned Sunset. She took in another deep huff, filling her lungs with the scent, and went down to her knees. “Fuck, I almost came right just from that…” “Ew… Just pay me, you fucking creep,” groaned Aria. With shaky hands, Sunset retrieved her wallet, and the promised $100 bill. Aria grabbed the bull, but Sunset held her grip. “What? I don't do backsies, Shimmer. A deal is a deal.” “Same time next week, another $100,” said Sunset. Aria cocked her brow, but shrugged nevertheless. Still, Sunset held onto the money. “Don't shave and I'll pay double.” Aria snatched the bill away, and stuffed it into her pocket, shaking her head in disbelief. “You're a freak, Shimmer. But you've got yourself a deal.” The Real Rarity: Big IronAuthor's Note This is a non-canon minisode of my story The Real Rarity, which you can read here [Adult story embed hidden] The Real Rarity: Big Iron A... Gun?" Rarity tilted her head in confusion as her Goddess displayed the glittering barrel of her new revolver. "I... Hm." "Hm? What does 'hm' mean?" asked Twilight. She turned the weapon over in her hand, admiring it's construction and sleek, powerful design. "Do you like it or not?" "I think it's pretty, but, with respect... It's not exactly your style, is it?" Twilight didn't respond, so Rarity continued on. "I just mean, you're the most powerful mage in all of history. You can shoot lasers from your finger tips. I don't really see why you would want a gun. Is that even real?" The sound of gunfire nearly drowned out Rarity's scream, a deep, gutteral, throaty scream of unrivaled pain when a bullet cut through Rarity's thick meaty thigh. She sobbed and shuddered, trembling as she made a reach for her wound. Blood sprayed from her wound, staining her porcelain fingers red when she grabbed at her injured leg. "I don't know. Is it real?" said Twilight flatly. Rarity sobbed something incoherent, shrieking when Twilight let out another shot that intentionally missed her fuckpet. "Answer me when I'm talking to you, cunt." "Y-yes! It's real!" Sobbed Rarity. Twilight approached with the handgun, brandishing it towards the whore, who whimpered pathetically. "Oh m-merciful goddess, p-please..." "Say ah," ordered the Goddess. Through watery eyes, Rarity slowly and shakily let her mouth go open. As soon as her lips parted, Twilight slid the barrel onto Rarity's tongue. "Suck. Nothing you're not used to, slut." The barrel burned Rarity's tongue from contact, and it filled her mouth with the acrid taste of smoke, but she had no choice but to obey. She sobbed and cried, yet still dutifully worked her way up and down the smoking gun the way she would a fine futa or gentleman's glorious cock. Even this inanimate hunk of metal deserved more pleasure than a worthless thing like Rarity. "Say thank you. Thank the gun that I'm going to use to kill you." Twilight's cock twitched in her pants at the fear that flashed across Rarity's face. It was so hard to truly frighten the cock addict at this point, so Twilight took her terror as a personal victory. "Say thank you, and then when you're done, I'm going to spray your empty fucking head all over the floor." Rarity whimpered like a struck puppy, her eyes shut as she prepared for the worst. Her Goddess had always said that she'd be upset if Rarity somehow died. Now the slut knew why; Twilight wanted to be the one to end her worthless life herself "I love you, Goddesh..." sobbed Rarity. She sucked the bitter, gunpowder-tinged drool from the barrel before steeling her nerves and doing as she was told. "Th-thank you..." "Oh Rarity..." Twilight pulled the barrel from Rarity's mouth, giving her a rare opportunity at breath. "How can you possibly be this fucking stupid? As if I'd ever go so far as to kill you. Be reasonable! You won't make me cum as hard when you're cold." Rarity hacked out a sob of relief and utter terror, followed by another yelp of pain when a box landed on her thigh. A first-aid kit that Goddess Twilight had conjured "You have two minutes to patch yourself up and then drag your fat ass to my bedroom. My balls need draining," said Twilight, turning to depart. "If I have to come back to get you, I'll be fucking a new hole in your head. Understood?" "Y-yes, goddess," whimpered Rarity, digging through the first aid kit with her shaking, shimmering aura of magic. She did this to free up her hands, one of which she used to pull up her skirt while the other she plunged into her hot, greedy, horny cunt. "I love you s-so much, Goddess...
The Hot Dog Problem"Hey Ari?" said Sonata, quite out of the blue. "Hmph?" Her sister's only response was a grunt of annoyance, with trace amounts of inquiry on her tone. "You know like the Seven Degrees of Separation?" Sonata shifted in place, not giving Aria a chance to respond before continuing. "Do you ever think about how everyone's only one degree of separation from a hot dog? Cause even if you've never eaten a hot dog, you know someone who has. Doesn't that freak you out a little?" Aria tapped her sister's thigh three times and, like ritual, Sonata stood up to free Aria from beneath her fat, wobbly rear. Her cheeks were slick with slobber from Aria's previous worship, and even as she rose to allow her sister to gasp down a few much needed breaths, Aria's fingertips were still tightly kneading Sonata's doughy, curvy, perfect ass. "Sonata, what the fuck are you even talking about?" huffed Aria, once she'd gotten some air in her lungs. "Oh, nothing important, I guess. Can I sit back down now?" asked Sonata innocently. "Your tongue felt really good in my asshole, sis." Aria pinched the bridge of her nose, once again absolutely flummoxed by the situation she found herself in. "Fine. Maybe if I bury my head in your ass, I won't be able to hear you talk..."
Brickhouse“Oh my God, are you okay?!” Somehow, someway, Pinkie was the one panicking. Despite being called in, ostensibly to support her friend, Pinkie needed consoling when faced with the damage done to Fluttershy. It was a strange sight to anyone who knew the two; Normally, it was Fluttershy having a breakdown, with the bright, bubbly personality of Pinkie being necessary to calm her down. Fluttershy looked as if she had run through a shredder, with slices and slashes all across her shirt and face. She had bandaged up the gashes on her cheek, but the lines of dripping red, seeping through the white of her tank top showed that she had much first aid still to come in her future. “Oh, don't worry.” Fluttershy had a gentle chuckle to her voice, despite her mildly-mauled state. “Just a little bit of a run-in with a badger under the cottage. He was a little scared, scratched me up a little, but we managed to talk it out.” “Do we need to take you to the doctor?” asked Pinkie. Even as she spoke, she scrambled for her phone to dial the girls, an ambulance and, perhaps if necessary, Princess Celestia herself. “We gotta get you to a hospital! Here, I'm calling AJ and Dashie, then can help carry you and then—” “Pinkie, please. It's okay, I'm fine,” promised Fluttershy. “No hospital necessary. I just need your help to bandage up these cuts. He got me on my back, and I can't quite reach. Would you mind?” “If it'll help, I'll do it!” With a quiet utterance of thanks, Fluttershy went about pulling her shirt over her head, turning to show Pinkie her back. Pinkie thought she was prepared for what she would see. She was expecting blood, bruises, torn flesh. What she wasn't expecting, however, was the toned, chiseled physique Fluttershy had cultivated. Pinkie's eyes went wide at the lats, traps, delts, and other muscles she wasn't enough of a gym rat to know about, utterly bewitched by how such a gentle, soft, tender woman like Fluttershy could be built like that. “Pinkie?” Fluttershy’s voice snapped Pinkie back to reality. “Are you okay?” “Y-yeah. Just… Wow. You're, uh… pretty buff.” Pinkie blindly reached for the first aid kit, her eyes glued to Fluttershy’s statuesque physique. “Do you work out?” “Not really. I do yoga with Rarity, but nothing too crazy. I guess working with animals so much keeps me in good shape.” “I'll say…” Pinkie took a rag from the kit and wiped away the blood from Fluttershy’s wounds. Once she was clean, it was just a matter of securely wrapping the wounded areas in gauze. The job was done, and yet, Pinkie couldn't help herself; She reached forward with both hands and pressed her fingers against Fluttershy’s musculature. Her soft, smooth skin was betrayed somewhat by the hard, taught, powerful muscles that it covered. “So firm…” “Are you… caressing my muscles?” “Hng… M-maybe just a little?” Pinkie was doing more than “just a little”, running her fingertips along the grooves and ridges of Fluttershy’s back. She could almost feel each individual muscle fiber, hard as stone and sending shivers down Pinkie's spine. “Sorry. Should I stop?” “Well, if you like that…” Fluttershy giggled. “I've been told I have a pretty nice six-pack, too.” “Are you rizzing me up right now, Flutts?” “I… don't know what that means? But, um… I'm asking if you wanted to touch my abs, so… yes?” Pinkie’s eyes snapped up, and she had to wipe the drool from the corners of her mouth. “Oh yeah. Awesome.”
Nice Cock, Bro"Can we take five, Mac?" huffed Flash, tiredly slinging a roadie case across the band room floor. The two had been at it for nearly an hour by now, rearranging the band room to make way for new equipment."I gotta spring a leak." "Eeyup. Reckon I can use a bathroom break too," said Mac. Without another word about it, the two departed for the nearby restroom. It was one of CHS' small bathrooms, with just a sink, three urinals, and a tiny stall. Mac made his way to the far left urinal and, in adherence to the unspoken code of the public restroom, Flash occupied the far right urinal, leaving the middle one unused. The pair unzipped their jeans in almost perfect unison and, for a bit, it was silent except for the pattering of urine against ceramic. Flash's eyes wandered around as he peed, and though it wasn't his intention, his gaze eventually drifted to Mac and his firehose of a dick. It was quite long, and so thick around that Flash wouldn't be able to wield it with just one hand. Flash averted his gaze, but not before Mac noticed. "See somethin' you like?" snorted Mac. "Sorry. Just looking around," said Flash. It went quiet again, until Flash spoke up. "Uh... Looking good over there. No homo." "Heh. Thanks, bud. You ain't too bad yourself, over there." The restroom doors blew open and, to the surprise of all, the person who entered was none other than Sunset Shimmer. She strutted in as if this was a perfectly normal thing to, and strolled all the way to the middle urinal. The boys were so shocked at having their sacred men's restroom invaded by a woman that they didn't respond, even as Sunset leaned over to either side to inspect their still-pissing dicks. "Nice cock, bro," she said, nudging Mac on the shoulder. She glanced over to Flash, nothing she hadn't seen before, and smirked. "Yours is pretty sweet too, Flash." "What the hell are you doing here, Sunset?" "Same as you. But, uh, if you've got a fragile ego, I'd look away if I was you." Without giving either guy a chance to ask for clarification, Sunset unzipped her jeans and let out a massive hog of a cock from her panties. Easily twice as long as Mac's, and who knows how much thicker, the guys watched in horrified awe as Sunset grabbed her unfeasible cock and held it true as a powerful stream of urine jetted from it's head. When the boys peed, the sound was a simple trickle. When Sunset peed, it sounded closer to a pressure washer against stone. Flash and Mac just stared, slack-jawed and beside themselves, as Sunset emptied her bladder through her obscenely large instrument "Keep staring like that and I might let one of you shake it for me when I'm done," said Sunset with a wink.
That's The Pits“You’re a freak,” said Aria plainly. “Can’t really argue with that,” agreed Sunset with a nod. “So? Deal?” “Hang on, I need you to walk me through it again. I feel like I’m on Punk’d.” She pinched the bridge of her nose. “So you want to give me $20? And all I’ve gotta do is let you sniff my pits?” “I don’t really want to pay you, but I figured that was the only way to get you to hear me out.” “You figured right, cause if you had opened with the pit thing, I’d tell you to go fuck yourself.” “Come on, dude! It's a free $20!” “I don't wanna be part of your gross fetish thing,” said Aria. Despite how insistent she was on this, she couldn't help but notice Sunset’s horny, undeterred gaze. She crossed her arms, toned from years of the gym, over her flat, narrow chest and frowned. “I just got done with my workout, man. I fucking stink.” Sunset's heart skipped a beat. “Promise?” said Sunset. “Don't get my hopes up for nothing… “What the fuck is wrong with you?” Aria rolled her eyes and turned, headed for the door and, hopefully, an escape from this madness. “Whatever. I'm out of here. Don't wait up, you fucking—” “$100.” Aria froze, and, after some brief calculations in her head, slowly turned back to face Sunset. “$100?” Sunset nodded. “To sniff my armpit?” Again, Sunset nodded. “No funny business? I'm not showing you my tits or anything like that, alright?” One final time, Sunset nodded, so hard her head was liable to fly off. “Ugh… You tell anyone about this, you're fucking dead.” Aria raised her left arm up, tiredly beckoning for the pervert across from her. Barely able to contain her glee, Sunset skipped over to Aria and, after waiting for the nod to continue, buried her face in the heavenly crevasse. She inhaled, the heavy, powerful scent of Aria's musk, her nostrils stinging and her eyes rolling back in her head. Aria was wrong, she didn't stink. To call the scent of her sweat unpleasant would be incorrect. She didn't smell bad, just very intense, the heavy weight of her smell causing Sunset's head to swim. “Holy shiiiit,” moaned Sunset. She took in another deep huff, filling her lungs with the scent, and went down to her knees. “Fuck, I almost came right just from that…” “Ew… Just pay me, you fucking creep,” groaned Aria. With shaky hands, Sunset retrieved her wallet, and the promised $100 bill. Aria grabbed the bull, but Sunset held her grip. “What? I don't do backsies, Shimmer. A deal is a deal.” “Same time next week, another $100,” said Sunset. Aria cocked her brow, but shrugged nevertheless. Still, Sunset held onto the money. “Don't shave and I'll pay double.” Aria snatched the bill away, and stuffed it into her pocket, shaking her head in disbelief. “You're a freak, Shimmer. But you've got yourself a deal.”
The Real Rarity: Big IronAuthor's Note This is a non-canon minisode of my story The Real Rarity, which you can read here [Adult story embed hidden] The Real Rarity: Big Iron A... Gun?" Rarity tilted her head in confusion as her Goddess displayed the glittering barrel of her new revolver. "I... Hm." "Hm? What does 'hm' mean?" asked Twilight. She turned the weapon over in her hand, admiring it's construction and sleek, powerful design. "Do you like it or not?" "I think it's pretty, but, with respect... It's not exactly your style, is it?" Twilight didn't respond, so Rarity continued on. "I just mean, you're the most powerful mage in all of history. You can shoot lasers from your finger tips. I don't really see why you would want a gun. Is that even real?" The sound of gunfire nearly drowned out Rarity's scream, a deep, gutteral, throaty scream of unrivaled pain when a bullet cut through Rarity's thick meaty thigh. She sobbed and shuddered, trembling as she made a reach for her wound. Blood sprayed from her wound, staining her porcelain fingers red when she grabbed at her injured leg. "I don't know. Is it real?" said Twilight flatly. Rarity sobbed something incoherent, shrieking when Twilight let out another shot that intentionally missed her fuckpet. "Answer me when I'm talking to you, cunt." "Y-yes! It's real!" Sobbed Rarity. Twilight approached with the handgun, brandishing it towards the whore, who whimpered pathetically. "Oh m-merciful goddess, p-please..." "Say ah," ordered the Goddess. Through watery eyes, Rarity slowly and shakily let her mouth go open. As soon as her lips parted, Twilight slid the barrel onto Rarity's tongue. "Suck. Nothing you're not used to, slut." The barrel burned Rarity's tongue from contact, and it filled her mouth with the acrid taste of smoke, but she had no choice but to obey. She sobbed and cried, yet still dutifully worked her way up and down the smoking gun the way she would a fine futa or gentleman's glorious cock. Even this inanimate hunk of metal deserved more pleasure than a worthless thing like Rarity. "Say thank you. Thank the gun that I'm going to use to kill you." Twilight's cock twitched in her pants at the fear that flashed across Rarity's face. It was so hard to truly frighten the cock addict at this point, so Twilight took her terror as a personal victory. "Say thank you, and then when you're done, I'm going to spray your empty fucking head all over the floor." Rarity whimpered like a struck puppy, her eyes shut as she prepared for the worst. Her Goddess had always said that she'd be upset if Rarity somehow died. Now the slut knew why; Twilight wanted to be the one to end her worthless life herself "I love you, Goddesh..." sobbed Rarity. She sucked the bitter, gunpowder-tinged drool from the barrel before steeling her nerves and doing as she was told. "Th-thank you..." "Oh Rarity..." Twilight pulled the barrel from Rarity's mouth, giving her a rare opportunity at breath. "How can you possibly be this fucking stupid? As if I'd ever go so far as to kill you. Be reasonable! You won't make me cum as hard when you're cold." Rarity hacked out a sob of relief and utter terror, followed by another yelp of pain when a box landed on her thigh. A first-aid kit that Goddess Twilight had conjured "You have two minutes to patch yourself up and then drag your fat ass to my bedroom. My balls need draining," said Twilight, turning to depart. "If I have to come back to get you, I'll be fucking a new hole in your head. Understood?" "Y-yes, goddess," whimpered Rarity, digging through the first aid kit with her shaking, shimmering aura of magic. She did this to free up her hands, one of which she used to pull up her skirt while the other she plunged into her hot, greedy, horny cunt. "I love you s-so much, Goddess...
