College Couture

by dracedomino

Rating: mature
Tags: Original Character, Equestria Girls, Porn, Sex, Profanity, Slice of Life, Human, Rarity (EqG)
Length: 5144

Rarity manages the stress of college through the time-honored coping mechanisms of drinking and sex!

College is really taking its toll on Rarity. The poor thing is constantly worried about everything from her grades to the extra pounds she's put on from stress eating. She desperately needs to get out there and unwind, and thankfully her dormmate has a solution: a wild party with booze & boys.

It doesn't take long for Rarity to let loose and explore a whole new, slutty side of herself!

Published 2024-11-15 00:40:02 UTC
Last updated 2024-11-15 00:40:02 UTC

Chapter One

College Couture
-by Drace Domino

Rarity used to love looking at herself in the mirror, but ever since she started college, it was a source of insecurity and stress more than anything. She was proving that this very evening, standing in front of the body length mirror in the dorm room she shared with another girl, her hands on her hips and her lips pursed in a fierce pout as she studied herself. Her roommate wasn’t back from classes just yet, and so Rarity was free to study herself for as long as she liked - though the practice of doing so only made her pout all the harder and her insecurities boil hotter and hotter.

“Oh, for--this wasn’t there before!” Rarity sighed as she lifted the corner of her pink silk blouse, only to see the faintest hint of a muffin top before her waist dipped into her skirt. It wasn’t much, all things considered - so little that most college girls wouldn’t even notice, or in most cases simply embrace the slight extra padding as a sign they were eating healthy. But Rarity had always been a girl obsessed with appearances for better or worse, and realizing that she’d put on a few pounds wasn’t doing anything to help her already stressful college life. “--oh, the girls from Canterlot High aren’t even going to recognize me when they see me again! I’m…I’m like a big, fluffy marshmallow!”

She spun on a heel, trying to get a look at herself from every angle, and all of them only served to make her more frustrated. Slight imperfections were seen as anything but slight in the eyes of the fashionista, and where some people might have seen a pleasing slope to her newly-plump rump, Rarity could only envision splitting seams, bursting buttons, and stretched fabric any time she moved! She was so obsessed with it that the ivory-skinned beauty couldn’t even properly appreciate the good work the extra pounds had done for her chest, which was now a healthy, full-bodied experience that caught the eyes of nearly every boy she walked by in class.

She was still Rarity. She was still flawlessly beautiful. But she was still her own worst critic.

Before the girl could spiral too far into self-loathing, the door to the tiny dorm room opened, and a familiar face greeted her. For the past few months of college, Rarity’s closest friend had been the girl she shared a room with - a tomboy with shaggy black hair set against charming features, all wrapped up in a dark copper skin tone. Ivy Shoals was a sophomore compared to Rarity’s freshman status, and wasn’t just the fashionista’s roommate, but the one tasked with getting her used to college life. The first step Rarity took on campus, Ivy was there to show her where to go, tell her the best places to grab a bite to eat, and all the most quiet spots to disappear to when she needed to get in a good stress cry. She’d introduced Rarity to all of her friends and had never been anything but kind to the girl, and while she was no replacement for any of her CHS friends back home, the mere sight of Ivy was enough to put Rarity to ease. She even sighed contently when Ivy closed the distance between them and gave Rarity a big hug from behind, looping an arm around the freshman’s waist and staring at their shared reflection in the mirror.

“Hey there, Rar-rar, making yourself all pretty for tonight?” Ivy beamed, and lazily swung Rarity from side to side, her arm tightening around the dainty thing’s waist. “Don’t go too far with it, if you look too beautiful, the guys are gonna be too scared to hit on you.”

“Oh, Ivy darling, you’re just---just too sweet.” Rarity responded with a faint smile and an even fainter blush, looking at their reflection and briefly enjoying the camaraderie. Ivy had Fluttershy’s kindness, Rainbow Dash’s tomboy confidence, Applejack’s big strong arms, and Sunset Shimmer’s coolness. Unfortunately, she also had something that was distinctly reminiscent of Pinkie Pie, a love for parties that Rarity had yet to embrace alongside her. “--listen, Ivy, I’m…I’m not sure that tonight is a good night for th--”

“Oh, no no no, you promised this time you’d go.” Ivy thrust a hand out to point - not at Rarity, but at the girl’s reflection in the mirror. “Rarity, you can’t keep hiding away in our room every time there’s a party. You’re missing out on the college experience! The flirting! The dancing! The drinking!”

“But…I’ve never been drinking, Ivy, and I’m…well…” Rarity paused, bit her lips together for a nervous nibble, and then confessed with a deepening blush. “...I simply don’t think I can spare the extra calories, Ivy.”

The copper-skinned tomboy simply facepalmed, and murmured against the flat of her hand.

“That’s what you’re worried about?” She murmured, her shoulders rising and falling in a sigh. “Here I thought you’d been dodging parties all this time because you didn’t like my friends, or you were worried about school, but…but…”

“...it’s not that I’m not worried about my studies.” Rarity remarked, her blush intensifying. “...but yes it’s mostly about the calories, darling. Aren’t I starting to look marshmallow-esque to you?”

“Nope. Nope. We’re not doing this again.” Ivy suddenly grunted, and pulled away from Rarity. She didn’t go all that far, though, and instead put her hands to the fashionista’s shoulders, spun her so they were facing each other, and spoke with a firm, no-nonsense voice. “Rarity, I cannot spend another night reassuring you how hot you are. You’re the fucking freshman smokeshow on campus, and all you do is sit around moping and worrying about your ass being too smackable.”

“But, but it’s noticeably softer these days, darli--”

“You are going to dress fancy, hot and slutty tonight.” Ivy continued, refusing to let Rarity keep spiraling. Her hands pivoted from Rarity’s shoulders to her cheeks, holding the girl’s gaze while also briefly noticing just how…shockingly soft Rarity’s skin was. So well moisturized! “You’re going to drink. You’re going to dance. You might even make out with a guy or two. And in the morning, you’re going to wake up feeling hotter than you have since high school. You got that?”

“Well, I…I do like dressing fancy.” Rarity murmured, before something tickled at the back of her mind. “Wait, what were those other two things again?”

***

Hours later, and Rarity was ready to sing an entirely different tune than her mopey afternoon. She’d only been at the party for a few minutes before Ivy was nowhere to be seen and she had a drink in her hand - one that seemed to be completely bottomless, no matter how many times she found herself taking another long swig. It was a fairly rowdy house party with dozens upon dozens of other people her age, some of them recognized from college, while others she was quite sure she’d never seen before. Even the pictures on the wall depicted the faces of strangers - whoever house this was, she’d be damned if she knew them. Not that it mattered, of course, because Rarity had already made a fine case for the fact that she was the only one worth knowing at the party.

And she did it all with her finest gift: fashion! Taking Ivy’s words to heart, Rarity ensured that every second eyes were on her, they’d be feasting like she did her first night at college when the loneliness hit and she discovered the ice cream parlor just a block away from campus. Knee-high boots led into a pair of particularly tight fishnets, which gripped her slightly thicker-than-usual legs with such force that running her hand over the garments offered a delightful tactile sensation. The fishnets rolled up only to the midpoint of her thighs, where close inspection of her legs would reveal just a hint of visible pudge, gripped by the cuff of the stocking and looking dangerously tempting to touch. She made sure that the short leather skirt she wore rode so high that her thighs were mostly visible, and underneath it was a pair of black silk panties, giving her a certain look of mystery even to anyone that dared to try to steal a sneaking peek.

The rest of her outfit matched the theme of an ivory beauty garbed in black leather and fishnets. Stocking gloves that ran from her shoulders to her wrists. A half-jacket that served almost like a corset, tight around her midsection and working to push her plump, tempting tits together to showcase ample cleavage. She even wore a leather choker around her throat for an extra bad girl look, complete with spikes around the circumference of it. She looked tough enough that Rainbow Dash and Sunset Shimmer would’ve been impressed with her - and she had taken Ivy’s enthusiastic approval of her new look as a sign she was on the right track.

But now? Now that eye-catching beauty wrapped in leather and fishnet was two hours into the party. Two hours of socializing. Of sipping bottomless drinks. Of flirting, of laughing, of letting the discomfort and insecurities fade away. It was hard to feel bad about her body when so many eyes were on her and so many boys were tripping over themselves to talk to her, and it was hard to think about her mountains of homework when the music was forcing her body to sway in a tipsy haze. Though Rarity had been fretting all afternoon, by that point in the evening? She was smiling, and she didn’t expect to let that smile vanish anytime soon.

Even if she was already doing things she never would’ve considered earlier that day.

“Hehehe…careful, darling, don’t want to give our little game away.” Rarity whispered, her voice swallowed by the music, unable to be heard by anyone other than the trembling, cute boy she was dancing with. She didn’t know his name. She didn’t even know if he went to her college. All she knew was that he had gorgeous brown eyes, shoulder length hair that smelled divine, and that his cock was twitching in her fishnet-clad grasp. As the two continued to dance, Rarity’s fingers tightened and she did her best to subtly keep pumping her hand back and forth, stroking her new friend while always trying to keep them out of the line of sight of the others. “You wouldn’t want me to have to stop early, would you?”

“F…Fuck, definitely not.” Came the sweet murmur of her handsome toy, and he gently rocked forward into her touch. The two were swaying to the music, bumping shoulders with other dancing couples, and while Rarity jerked him off he held the only drink between them. A bottle of beer that he took a few sips from before offering Rarity in turn - just before casually letting it flop into the nearest garbage can once it was empty. Afterwards, his beer-slickened lips found their way onto Rarity’s throat, kissing, licking, nibbling, even murmuring just loud enough for Rarity to hear the words that vibrated across her flesh. “...m’gonna…m’gonna cum soon, your hand’s so soft…and you’re so fucking hot…”

With his hands free, the young man simply helped himself to anything he could grab. The rest of the party was clearly wrapped up in their own groping sessions, and while it was unlikely any of them were going quite as far as Rarity’s mid-dance handjob, there was enough horny teenage lust in the air that theirs wasn’t sending up any alarms. His hands passed over Rarity’s hips, teased along her backside through the leather of her skirt, and even dared to drift upwards where her breasts were practically begging to be tested. With one palm groping her through her jacket and the other passing down a fishnet sleeve, the boy allowed a slow groan to squeeze from the back of his throat, and in doing so let Rarity know that she didn’t have much time if she wanted to preserve the purity of her outfit.

And Rarity - ever so fashion-minded - made sure that she didn’t leave their dance stained. As her eyes darted around to make sure neither of them were seen, her free hand left her partner’s waist so she could tuck it right in front of his cocktip. She managed to get her palm in front of his head split-seconds before he finally popped, and her reward was the sudden burst of creamy, warm cum blasted squarely into her hand. She blushed up a storm while she milked her dance partner of every drop of his load he could offer, studying his features, seeing the sheer bliss on his face, and soaking in the knowledge that it was all because of her. By the time he was left shivering and trying to catch his breath all while he was still dancing, Rarity pulled her palm forward, revealing that she was holding a heaping handful of his spunk.

“...w…woah, that’s…” The boy looked around, nervous in his post-orgasm haze, suddenly feeling a bit exposed. It was only natural, of course - after such a release, his flight reflex was kicking in, and instantly it felt like every set of eyes at the party were on him. “Uh, let…let me get you a paper towel, I--”

He didn’t expect Rarity to suddenly - and impulsively - drop her face towards her palm with her tongue outstretched. The gorgeous young woman pressed her tiny pink muscle against the bottom edge of that pool of cum, and through a half-lick, half-slurp, managed to draw it all into her mouth in a single, fluid motion. And as she let her now-heaping mouthful of cum rest on her tongue, Rarity’s eyes flashed with a mischievous glee - gazing not towards the boy she’d just helped pop, but to the rest of the college boys dancing around.

She hadn’t even swallowed the first one’s load before she had her smoldering gaze set on the next. And the one after that. And a few more just for good measure.

***

Something had awoken within Rarity that night, brought to the surface by the stress of college combined with the freedom of booze and music. She loved the flowing attentions of the party, whether it was the eyes of hot young guys leering at her, the jealous stares of other girls, or even the glimpses of her own reflection as she saw how increasingly slutty she looked. Blushing cheeks, sweat-licked forehead, slightly disheveled hair…it was the sort of style that would’ve mortified her under most circumstances, but in the midst of the horny college party? She was the most breathtaking tramp there, and she loved it.

So did the guys lucky enough to fall into her orbit. Over the course of the next hour or so, Rarity made the rounds with increasingly more reckless delight - only pausing to refresh her buzz with a quick beer or some shots. She went from the mid-dance handjob to getting fingered in the hallway by a stud with powerful quarterback hands, and from there was grinding between two guys on the dance floor until she was sure at least one of them popped in his jeans. A trip to the fridge briefly led to her giving a sloppy blowjob in the pantry, complete with another mouthful of cum swirling down her gullet and coating her throat. It all culminated, however, as the party ticked into its fourth hour. College students everywhere were either tapping out or grinding each other in the living room, with a dozen different makeout sessions going on at once. Rarity even spotted Ivy - locked between a boy and a girl, a hand in each of their hair as she guided them to neck with her.

She would’ve stopped to say hi, but Rarity only spotted her while she was in transit to the master bedroom of whoever’s house this was - two guys in tow she was leading by the hands. And no more than fifteen minutes later, the sheets of the master bed were wet with sweat, squirt, and spit.

“Mmmnnnggg! Mmmmfffff…!” Rarity had threads of saliva dangling from her mouth, and her face was wearing the signs of the long night of lust. Runny makeup had led to streaks of mascara almost resembling dark tears, but the smile on her face quickly counteracted any rumors of sadness. By that point, she was braced on her hands and knees on the bed while one boy fucked her face as the other plowed her from behind - her skirt pulled up and over her plump backside, and her panties dangling from a single ankle. As she bounced between the two, Rarity gave muffled groan after muffled groan, clawing at the sheets and in a constant state of bliss. “Guh, guh, guh, ghhhhn…!”

“Fuck, she’s so tight!” The young man lucky enough to be fucking her grunted, and brought his open palm down against her plump rear. “And this ass, it’s…best fucking ass I’ve ever seen!” He confirmed his claim by sinking both palms against that marshmallowed backside, digging his fingers in for a particularly hard grip. His reward for appreciating the part of Rarity’s body she was the most self-conscious about was a sudden squeeze of the girl’s pussy around his cock, coming ever-closer to milking him to the breaking point. As sweat clung to him, the young man grasped Rarity’s thighs and began to fuck harder and harder, slapping their flesh together and causing the bed to creak.

“F…Fucking hurry up!” The other one barked, while his own hips were causing him to bulge Rarity’s throat and draw sloppy sucking noises from her mouth. “I’m gonna bust, and I just gotta do it in her cunt!”

If Rarity had any semblance of responsibility floating in her mind, it had long since been drowned by alcohol, desire, and self-gratification. She didn’t care what these boys’ names were, and she certainly didn’t care about making them use protection before popping off inside of her. In the heat of that sweaty college night, all she cared about was living up to her filthy, drunken potential - just like her wonderful roommate wanted her to. She really needed to thank Ivy when this was all over, but how could she possibly find a way to show her gratitude to her college roommate?

Thoughts of how to thank Ivy were quickly pushed - or rather, fucked - from Rarity’s mind as the two guys spitroasting her started to slam forward even faster. The one stretching her pussy was slamming forward so hard that his peak seemed like an inevitability, and sure enough, just as Rarity was going cross-eyed from being rattled so hard, he finally found his peak with one last, hungry thrust into her depths. As soon as he planted himself down to the hilt and his member began to twitch inside of her, the boy filling Rarity’s mouth pulled away - already moving so he could fill the spot that would be empty in a few fleeting seconds. As a result, Rarity was left moaning into the open air, threads of spit dangling from her cheeks and her eyes flashing with delight just as she felt jet upon jet of a stranger’s cum rush inside of her. She twitched through the entire experience, her chubby rump bouncing and her heavy tits swaying as she was filled, an orgasm all her own overtaking her. Who knew it could be such fun to get offered up to a couple of drunk teenage boys as their personal slut for the night?!

“Fuck, man, that’s enough! My turn!” The second guy suddenly called out, and pushed aside his friend, who was far too exhausted to put up a fight. Rarity barely had more than a few seconds where her cunt wasn’t occupied by cock, and she had just barely started to leak the first stud’s cum before the second worked his spit-covered prick inside of her. Stirring an already-overflowing creampie, he pushed forward with such force that Rarity’s arms gave out from under her and she landed face-first against the mattress, grunting and gasping as she was claimed yet again, this time by a cock she had worked so tirelessly to prepare.

Her eyes rolled back in her head, her fingers went taut within the sheets, and Rarity unleashed a desperate, depraved sigh of contentment. Fucked in fishnets and leather, soon to be filled by two creampies, there was no question that any issues of self-doubt she had before the party were sorely, sorely misplaced. Obviously, she wasn’t going to have much trouble catching the eyes of her fellow students. If anything, she might find herself too popular by the time the morning came! It was a wonderful problem to have, and Rarity let herself dwell on her rising star up until the second stud finally pumped his load inside of her. By the very end of it all, she was left alone in the center of the bed - her rump lifting in the air and her pussy drooling ropes of cum down across her fishnet stockings. She was exhausted, she was sweaty, and she was sticky…but she was happy.

And as relaxed as she had been since the first day she started college. It was becoming increasingly evident that the path towards a happy university life had finally opened up to the fashionista, and she was obviously brave enough to take it.

***

As more time at the college party ticked by, Rarity had herself even more fun - always tipsy at the very least, and splitting her time in between chugging beer and sucking cock. The two guys that fucked her in the master bedroom weren’t the only ones lucky enough to wrap Rarity around their cock that night, and with every subsequent new friend she made, the girl looked sloppier and sloppier. Messy makeup. Wrecked hair. Torn fishnets. At a certain point, she completely lost her panties - they’d probably fallen underneath the bed, where the house’s owners would likely discover them and they’d lead to an argument. Not that Rarity cared about any of that anymore, not when she had found her place as the queen of the college party life. One minute, she was doing shots from between one of the other student’s tits. The next, she was on her knees in a hallway, going down on a particularly thick cock belonging to a man that she briefly thought might have been one of the younger professors at the college. Every breath she took was done through a smile, and every movement she made reminded her of the slut she was - whether it was thanks to the squish of a constantly-dripping creampie, or the subtle churning of her cum-filled belly.

Eventually, she made her way back to the dorm safely. She and Ivy ended up taking a cab - and Rarity paid for the trip by means of a messy handjob to the middle-aged driver that seemed all too eager to accept. By the time they made it back to their shared room, Ivy and Rarity were both as drunk as could be, but there was still one very important matter that the exhausted fashionista had to tend to. Ivy - that charming tomboy that had been nothing but kind to her since the first day on campus - needed to be thanked for all she did.

And Rarity had just that evening learned how good she was at making people feel appreciated.

“Oh, fuck, Rar-rar, where’d you ever learn to eat pussy?” Ivy was safe in her own bed, her thighs spread and her clothing discarded to the floor below. That fit tomboy body was writhing on her mattress, convulsing and trembling while her hands were busy cradling the ivory features nestled between her thighs. “Those…those friends of yours teach you? I better…fucking…send them a thank you card.”

“Oh, don’t be silly, darling.” Rarity cooed as she lifted her head from Ivy’s copper mound, her smile marked with a sheen of spit. Much like Ivy herself, she’d been stripped down to that point, although the sloppy nature of the evening ensured that she only managed to take off one fishnet stocking and one fishnet glove, leaving some of that snug fabric still squeezing her plump figure. “The girls back home never would have gone for something like this. I’m almost afraid to admit it, but…you’re my first taste of another woman!”

“...you got a fucking gift, in that case.” Ivy couldn’t help but smirk as she responded, just before closing her thighs against the sides of her friend’s head. “Now…f…fuckin’ get back to it, quicker you get me off, the quicker I can jam my tongue down your throat.”

Rarity simply cooed and giggled at her playful roommate’s words, and did exactly as she was told. She’d always been fond of Ivy, but it wasn’t until that evening that she felt really close to the other college girl. The sort of closeness that she typically only shared with her friends back at CHS - the kind that could make a girl burst out into song while they took down other-dimensional friendship threats. Thankfully, college didn’t seem to have Equestrian magic meddling in it, and she’d only fallen into impromptu singing twice during her entire time at college, and neither of which were present that night as she feasted. Her tongue teased across Ivy’s juicy folds with great appreciation, her hands kneading at Ivy’s thighs and her head spinning from everything she’d done. Over the past few hours, Rarity had gotten so used to the taste of cock that she could tell Ivy had a similar night to her own - just a couple of college girls acting like tramps at a drunken party. The taste enhanced her desire not only to keep claiming more seconds’ worth of flavor from her friend’s pussy, but to celebrate that the two of them were so much alike. She couldn’t have asked for a better roommate, and Ivy deserved to cum as hard as Rarity could make her.

While the purple-haired beauty worked so hard between Ivy’s thighs, she continued the night’s theme of refusing to deny herself any lewd indulgence. Each lick across Ivy’s folds came with a burst of excitement for Rarity herself, and it wasn’t long before she’d snuck a hand down between her own thighs, fingering her pussy while she feasted on another girl’s. As her lips locked around Ivy’s hood and she began to suckle - mostly reading Ivy’s reactions as a cue for what to do - she hooked two fingers inside of herself and was actively bucking her hips, making it all too apparent just what she was doing. Ivy gazed down at her with a smirk, taking in the sight before her - the mascara-runny eyes, Rarity’s lips pursed around her clit, and those hips jiggling with one leg covered in fishnets. She even stared at the full body mirror on the far wall, the same one that Rarity had been moping in front of earlier that day. Now, the prominent image reflected in it was Ivy’s own smiling face and naked body - leading down to where Rarity’s plump, full ass was bouncing as the girl toyed with herself.

Naturally, Ivy’s peak wasn’t long after. She didn’t just tighten her thighs on the sides of Rarity’s head so much as wrapped her legs around her, hooking her ankles at the center of the other girl’s back as she thrust her hips into that eager mouth. She pushed her hands to the back of her roommate’s scalp, threading her fingers deep into her hair and forcing Rarity’s nose down into her lap, practically promising that Rarity wouldn’t be allowed to take a single breath that wasn’t scented of her pussy until she made her friend cum. As that peak started to rise, Ivy rolled her head back and roared into the open air of their shared room, shuddering with delight and giving in to an intense, squirting orgasm.

And Rarity, who had never serviced another woman before that night, realized she had yet another talent. Ivy’s explosive climax left her glistening with squirt and nectar, her cheeks smeared and her mascara somehow running even more by virtue of what a juicy, messy experience it was. The sheets were left damp in Ivy’s wake and by the time Rarity pulled her mouth off of her friend’s pussy, she was gasping desperately for air - though her gaping open mouth was in the form of a broad, delighted smile. And Ivy, even as she came down and her twitching thighs fell from Rarity’s face, didn’t even wait to catch her breath before she was reaching for her friend.

“...fucking c’mere…” She purred, pulling at Rarity’s hair, forcing that elegant, ivory body to slither upward across hers. Before Rarity could so much as gasp in response, Ivy had her mouth on her roommate’s, her tongue slipping out to wrestle against Rarity’s own. It was a fierce, delicious kiss flavored with Ivy’s pussy, and as soon as it was secured Rarity’s roommate slid one of her thighs between the dainty other girl’s, and ran an appreciative hand over that wonderfully plump, marshmallow backside. A swift spank was delivered not long after to Rarity’s chubby flank, and when the fashionista gasped into the kiss, Ivy only chuckled, and responded with slurring, sloppy words as her tongue dashed over her roommate’s mouth. “...gonna have a lot of fun with you, my slutty lil’ Rar-rar…”

Rarity simply…swooned. Her head was light, her body was coated in a sheen of sweat and squirt, and she found herself oozing into the happy embrace with her roommate, every exhausted muscle in her body celebrating after a long night of filthy delight. All the cocks she’d taken, all the cum she’d swallowed or felt shoot directly into her pussy, all the mouths that had been on her body over the past six hours…they’d all be remembered within a haze of drunken pleasure, cloudy and obscured by the time the morning came. But Ivy’s hungry kiss on her lips - and the promise that the girl would turn her into a happy little whore - Rarity would remember those with crystal clarity by the time morning came.

College life was finally making sense to her.

The End.

Author's Note

Hope you enjoyed! I love slutty Rarity, and college stories.

And...hmm! Slutty? College?! Reminds me of another project I'm working on, and if you follow me on Bluesky you'll hear about it when the time comes!