Marshmallow Holes

by Bronystories

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Rarity, Other, Sex, Tragedy, Cheerilee, Alternate Universe, Sweetie Belle, Anthro, Gore
Length: 6602

Rarity's body becomes covered in oozing, pus-filled holes, which brings her great pleasure.

Rarity was just a typical teenage filly, living with her parents and her baby sister, Sweetie Belle. One day, she discover a pimple on her butt that opens a gateway to forbidden pleasures.

This is an anthropomorphic pony story. Characters have fingers and hands, while walking on two hooves. This story drew inspiration from an adult manga by Machino Henmaru. I thought I would take the disturbing premise of his story and insert my own style. Reader discretion is advised.

Cover illustration by Carnifex

Published 2012-12-03 08:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2012-12-03 08:40:01 UTC

Edifice and Orifice in the Maelstrom

It was a sunny and warm Friday morning. Fashion magazines and sketches of haute couture lay strewn about the young teenager's room. While other girls her age were obsessed with wearing pretty dresses, Rarity was more interested in making pretty dresses. Rolls of fabric, scissors, parchment and pencils littered her floor.

Rarity lay in her bed, reflecting on how much she would prefer to skip school today. Glancing over at her bedside table, she looked at the framed photo of herself with her classmate, Cheerilee.

"No," Rarity said to herself, "If I want to be allowed to attend Cheerilee's pool party this evening, then I'd better put my best hoof forward. I'm certainly not going to win my parents' approval by skipping school."

Rarity sat up in bed and stretched her arms. She wore silk pajamas of her own design and curlers in her bouncy, purple mane. Swinging her legs around, Rarity put her fuzzy slippers over her stubby hooves and got out of bed.

As she walked over to her bathroom door, Rarity's long, flowing tail poked out of a hole in her pajamas; swishing as she walked.

Once inside the privacy of her bathroom, Rarity removed her curlers and disrobed. She set her pajamas and pink panties in the laundry bin and took a moment to admire her naked body in the mirror.

Rarity's skin was milky white, smooth and blemish free. She took great pride in her appearance and was proud of her nicely developed tits. She placed her hands on her chest and smiled while fondling her C-size breasts.

"I'm finally able to fill out that bikini I designed," Rarity said proudly.

While her breasts were an important step in her development towards marehood, the real symbol of Rarity's puberty happened a few years earlier and was located on her hips. She turned to the side to get a good look at her cutie mark. Taking her index finger, Rarity traced around the three sky-blue diamond-shaped jewels that stood out in bold contrast against her creamy white skin.

Due to the location of one's cutie mark, it was often considered a very personal part of the body, like ones genitals. Cutie marks were difficult to show off to others, as they were often covered by layers of clothing. As Rarity stepped into the shower, she became more excited for this evening. A pool party was a great way for fillies to wear revealing bathing suits which exposed their cutie marks to the world.

After her shower, Rarity used her unicorn magic to levitate a towel over to her and began to dry herself. She got ready for school by putting on a bra, a pair of pink panties, a grey dress and a red ascot around her neck. She also wore a matching red beret on her head. Her unicorn horn stuck out underneath the brim of her hat.

As she came down stairs, Rarity's parents and baby sister were seated around the table.

"Morning mother. Morning father," Rarity said, as she kissed her father on the cheek. He hadn't shaved yet, so his coarse bristles scratched against her cheek.

Rarity sat at the table, next to Sweetie Belle's highchair. The baby unicorn was clapping her hands together excitedly while babbling baby talk. Using her magic, Sweetie Belle banged a spoon against her highchair tray.

Rarity's father, Magnum, rubbed his forehead, as the noise was starting to give him a headache. He tried to distract himself by focusing on the paper he was reading.

Rarity's mother, Pearl, set breakfast on the table. With the help of her unicorn magic, Pearl was able to tend to several tasks at once. She poured Magnum a glass of orange juice while catching her toast in mid-air as they popped out of the toaster. She buttered the toast while they were held suspended in the air by her magical aura, before setting them on her plate.

Once everyone had their food, Pearl addressed her daughter on an issue that had been troubling her for months.

"Rarity, I do wish you'd clean your room," Pearl said, "A lady your age is much too old to live in such a mess."

"It isn't a mess, mother," Rarity said, "It's organized chaos. I can find whatever I need in my room."

"Except for the floor," Magnum said, not raising his eyes from the paper, "I bet you bits to barley it would take you all night to find your floor underneath all the junk that's piled on top of it."

Rarity opened her mouth to protest, but then thought better of it and remained silent.

"All we're asking for is a clear path," Pearl said, "If we had a fire, Celestia forbid, you'd break your neck trying to get out of your room."

Rarity resisted the urge to roll her eyes and instead opted to smile politely.

"Of course, mother," Rarity said, "Clearing a path shall be my top priority this weekend."

"Why not start today after school?" Magnum asked.

Rarity gulped. She knew it was Syd-neigh or the bush if she wanted to attend the pool party.

"You know Cheerilee, right?" Rarity said, smiling nervously.

Magnum set down the paper and tried to think. He rubbed a finger across his mustache, which is what he always did when he was lost in thought. Pearl also tried to picture Rarity's classmate.

"Cheerilee," Pearl said thinking, "Isn't she the one with the frizzy hair and the braces?"

"Oh, right," Magnum said, smiling, "The airhead." Rarity looked slightly indignant.

"Cheerilee isn't an airhead, father," Rarity said, "She's just a little... flighty, is all."

"Well, what about her?" Magnum asked.

"Oh, nothing," Rarity said, trying to soften the blow, "She's just going to be having a pool party at her house tonight."

Her parents looked at her expectantly. There was an awkward pause. Rarity smiled as her eyes darted from her mother to her father.

"And?" Magnum said, impatiently. Rarity had hoped that her parents would take the hint without needing it spelled out for them, but she wasn't that fortunate.

"And," Rarity said with a sigh, "I had hoped that I might be able to attend."

Magnum scratched his head and looked at his wife. Pearl looked stern. Rarity decided to be bold and press the issue.

"So, may I go?" Rarity asked with a hesitant smile.

"Your father and I have been planning tonight's date for weeks," Pearl said as she put her hands on her hips, "You said you'd watch Sweetie Belle while we went to dinner."

Rarity's heart sank as she remembered her promise to take care of her sister. She mentally cursed her generous nature as she gave Sweetie Belle a nasty look. Rarity took a deep breath as she tried to reason with her parents.

"We can get Sweetie Belle a babysitter," Rarity said, "I'll pay for it out of my allowance."

"This isn't about the money," Rarity's mother scolded, "It's about taking responsibility."

"I'm a teenager, mother," Rarity said, "I have the rest of my life to be responsible, but only a few short years of adolescence left."

"Those few years are looking pretty long from where I'm sitting," Magnum said as he returned to reading the paper. He felt confident that his wife could handle things from here on out.

"You have babysitting obligations and are grounded from parties until your room is clean," Pearl said, curtly, "You're not going to any pool parties, and that's final!" Pearl put her hoof down as she collected the dishes from breakfast.

Rarity glared at her mother, who was using magic to help clear the table. Without a word, Rarity scooted her chair away and stood up. She left the table and grabbed her brown trench coat on her way out the door.

"I'll be back after school then," Rarity said, petulantly, "to clean my room and watch after the baby!"

Rarity slammed the door behind her as she ran to wait for the bus.

Once at school, Rarity tried to forget all about the pool party, but it wasn't easy. She was constantly reminded of all the fun she'd be missing out on by her classmates. Several fillies and colts talked excitedly amongst themselves, which Rarity couldn't help but overhear.

As she waited for the teacher to arrive, Rarity folded her arms and rested her head on her desk. She felt miserable and spent her time rehearsing how she would turn down her friend's invitation.

"I'm sorry, Cheerilee," Rarity said quietly enough for her classmates to not overhear her, "I know you invited me to your pool party, but I won't be able to attend. I have to clean my room and babysit my sister." Rarity clenched her fist at the sheer injustice of it all. She lifted her head and stared at the clock. Today was going to be a long day.

Rarity was irritated. She felt a burning, chaffing irritation.

"Chaffing?" Rarity thought, as she shifted in her seat. Suddenly, Rarity felt a sudden urge to scratch her bottom. Not wanting to embarrass herself, Rarity got up and left the classroom.

Leaving the presence of the other students had the added benefit of putting distance between her and their excited chatter regarding tonight's party.

Rarity entered the little fillies' room, which was unoccupied. She entered the more private handicapped stall, which was larger and had its own mirror and sink.

"Why is my bum so itchy?" Rarity thought. She turned around so her butt was facing the mirror. She lowered her pink panties to her knees and gazed at her reflection.

Hiking her tail up, Rarity lifted her dress to examine her naked ass.

Earlier this morning, Rarity's butt had been as smooth and white as the pegasus-driven snow. When she looked at it now, several small pustules had formed on her left butt cheek. The bumps were slightly pinkish and extremely itchy.

"Pimples on my bum?!" Rarity said, horrified, "Of all the worst things that could happen, this is the worst possible thing!"

Rarity scratched at her butt blemishes in an effort to alleviate the burning, itching sensation. As she scraped her nails against the pimples, they began to ooze a sticky, white liquid. Rarity felt as though she had dipped her fingertips in honey. Her left butt cheek was soon glazed in the greasy butt pimple secretion.

Growing more concerned by the second, Rarity pulled her hand away and washed it thoroughly with soap and water.

"I don't know what's happening to me," Rarity thought, "but I can't stay at school like this!"

Rarity pulled her panties back up. She could feel the fabric sticking to her ass as her underwear soaked up some of the viscus zit slime.

Bolting out of the bathroom, Rarity was determined to head for home and apply some sanitizing moisturizer to her itching ass. Her mind was filled with a constant need to scratch, but that would have to wait until she got home.

On her way down the hall, Rarity saw an earth pony filly who was arriving late for class.

She wore sneakers and dark blue jeans with torn knees. Her dark pink t-shirt was covered by her open, plum-colored sleeveless vest. Decorative buttons were pinned to the black and white checkered neckerchief she wore around her neck. The filly's pink, frizzy mane had clips to keep it in place and she wore several bracelets on her right wrist.

Rarity blinked when they made eye contact.

"H... hi, Cheerilee," Rarity said, sweating. Cheerilee smiled, flashing Rarity with her braces.

"Hey, Rarity," Cheerilee said, beaming, "You'd better follow me to class. I'd, like, hate for us to both get detention and miss the awesome pool party."

Rarity fidgeted on the spot, due to the constant itching sensation. If Cheerilee noticed that her friend was acting peculiar, she didn't say anything.

"About the pool party," Rarity said, "I'm afraid I won't be able to make it." Cheerilee looked crestfallen.

"Oh, that's too bad," she said as Rarity walked her to class, "Is everything, like, alright?"

"Yeah," Rarity said, "My parents are just forcing me to stay home tonight and watch my sister while they go on a date."

When Cheerilee was looking the other direction, Rarity took a moment to covertly scratch her aching ass through her panties. She pulled her hand away just as Cheerilee turned back to look at her.

"Bummer," Cheerilee said, "Are your parents, like, too cheap to hire a babysitter, or some junk?"

"I offered to pay for one myself," Rarity said, "They said it's not about the money. They wanted me to learn some responsibility." Rarity made air quotes when she said 'responsibility.'

"They're crazy," Cheerilee said, "You're the most responsible filly I know! My mom thinks so, too. I can have her, like, vouch for you, if you want."

"Thanks," Rarity said smiling, "but it's not just babysitting. My mother also said I'm grounded until I clean my room."

"Oh," Cheerilee said, "Well, I can't help you there. I hate cleaning."

"Don't worry," Rarity said. She was about to pat Cheerilee on the back, when she noticed that a pink blister, like the ones on her ass, had now formed on her left index finger.

Rarity stopped in the hallway and stared horrified at her hand. Her finger started itching. Whatever she had on her ass was contagious... and spreading.

Cheerilee turned to look at her friend. Rarity quickly hid her arms behind her back with an embarrassed look on her face.

"Coming to class?" Cheerilee asked. Rarity shook her head sadly.

"I'm not feeling well," Rarity said, folding her arms to prevent Cheerilee from accidentally touching her hand, "Tell the teacher I went home sick." Rarity ran down the hall and left Cheerilee standing outside their classroom, looking concerned.

"I'm sure it's nothing serious," Rarity thought as she walked home, "It's probably just an allergic reaction to some cheap fabric, or something. All I need is a little disinfecting moisturizer and I'll be right as rain."

Not wanting to spread the disease, Rarity kept her hands in the pockets of her trench coat and refused to scratch her itching ass. The pain was agonizing.

Magnum had already left for work and Pearl had taken Sweetie Belle into town with her to go grocery shopping. Rarity came home to an empty house, which was just as well. She didn't want her parents to worry about her.

Rarity took off her trench coat and beret and set them on the coat rack in the foyer. She then ran up to her bedroom and took off the rest of her clothes. She pulled her grey dress off and set it on her bed. She took of her pink panties, which were now soaked with the sticky zit secretions, and threw them in the trash.

After taking off her bra, a very scared and very nude Rarity lifted her tail and stared at her ass in the mirror.

Her heart skipped a beat. The pimples on her butt had gotten larger. Upon closer examination, Rarity could tell that the glistening wet pustules had holes that were leaking a sticky, creamy substance.

"Gross gross gross gross gross!" Rarity said. She felt as though she was going to throw up.

"Even if I were allowed to attend Cheerilee's pool party, I couldn't go looking like this!" Rarity said, despondently, "My new fashionable two-piece bikini is out of the question."

Rarity looked at her left hand, which now had several pink pimples on her index finger. Each one had a tiny hole in the center which was secreting more sticky fluid.

"I need to tell my parents about this," Rarity thought, "Or maybe I should just head to the hospital!"

Levitating a tube of exfoliating moisturizer with her magic, Rarity squeezed some of the healing cream onto her blistered finger.

Rarity reasoned that if her finger was already infected, she might as well use it to apply the moisturizer to her other infected area.

Rarity rubbed the lotion against her bumpy butt boils. She gave a sigh of relief as this contact allowed her to scratch her itching butt. Her manicured fingernails scraped against the surface of her rear, as more secretions gushed from the holes. The more she rubbed the blemishes, the more sticky pus seeped out of them. Rarity started to cry.

"Oh, Celestia," Rarity said, as she kept scratching, "What's happening to me?"

The itching sensation grew worse, which compelled her to scratch more vigorously. Rarity's left hand was sopping wet as she raked her fingernails across her itching ass. The lotion didn't seem to have any effect on the size or shape of the boils. If anything, rubbing the lotion on made the holes release even more pus.

Even though the exfoliating cream wasn't working, Rarity didn't want to pull her hand away. The harder she scratched, the better she felt. This was more than the pleasure derived from soothing an itch. Feelings of sexual gratification coursed through her body from the constant scratching.

"Oh my!" Rarity said, blushing, "This feels... unnaturally pleasant. Even if it is icky."

Rarity's left hand cupped her blistered butt cheek. She rubbed her palm against her ass like it was a magic lamp. Her long, slender fingers clawed at her rear. Her hand was quickly coated in the white cream oozing from the tiny holes.

Rarity's mind was becoming lost as she ventured deeper into a jungle of unknown pleasures. Desiring more potent stimulation, Rarity circled her middle finger around one of the larger orifices in her butt cheek. The bigger the hole, the more stimulation she felt. Rimming her open sore caused more pus to dribble out and sent chills up Rarity's spine.

Without stopping to think about what she was doing, Rarity pressed her middle finger against the opening of one of the holes. It was tight, but with enough wiggling, Rarity managed to stick her finger inside her butt cheek.

"Wah hah hah hah!" Rarity screamed in delight, "I... I can't believe something so uncouth could feel this good!"

Rarity stuck her finger deeper into the hole until it bottomed out. After wiggling it around inside herself for a moment, Rarity slowly pulled her finger out. There was no flesh or blood visible. The holes in her butt seemed to each have their own little pockets, which were separate from the rest of her insides. Each hole acted like the fingers on a glove.

Rarity repeated this motion of pulling her finger in and out several times. Each motion was accompanied by more cream seeping out of the boil and sending more pleasure throughout Rarity's body.

"Mmm," Rarity moaned, "Harder... Need more..."

When Rarity became used to the sensation of pleasuring one hole, she upped the ante by inserting her ring finger into another pus-filled hole. White cream oozed from the holes as Rarity moved her fingers in and out.

Grabbing her blistered butt cheek like a bowling ball, Rarity inserted her thumb inside another hole. She flexed and rubbed her fingers and thumb over and inside the sticky holes.

Choosing two more holes, Rarity inserted her pinkie and index fingers, respectively. When every digit on her left hand was knuckle-deep inside a hole, Rarity began wiggling her fingers. Her hand was coated in a thin film of the milky secretions from her ass pimples.

Rarity had already had "the talk" with her parents. When her mother was pregnant with Sweetie Belle, Rarity sat with her parents as they explained where foals came from.

Rarity had taken sex ed. She knew the mechanics of natural mammalian reproduction. She had even masturbated on occasion, but none of her "private times" could compare to the pleasure she felt right now. Even though Rarity was fully aroused, she hadn't considered touching her vagina. She was getting all the stimulation she could ever want from her butt. After sticking her fingers inside her ass acne, Rarity felt the biggest orgasm of her life welling up within her.

"This is unbelievable!" Rarity said, "I'm... I'm cumming!"

Rarity screamed in ecstasy as her pussy dripped mare ejaculate onto the ground. Her orgasm also caused more milky white fluid to shoot out of her pimples. Rarity pulled her fingers out of her soggy butt cheek as goo continued to ooze from the holes in her hand.

With her mind and body having surrendered themselves to physical pleasure, Rarity wasn't thinking clearly. Poor judgement and morbid curiosity may have been what prompted Rarity to move her infected hand closer to her lips. She watched with perverse fascination as sticky pus secreted from the holes in her fingers and dripped down her hands.

Curious as to what it tasted like, Rarity stuck her fingers into her mouth and sucked on the goo flowing out of them.

"Mmmm," Rarity said, clearly pleased, "It tastes just like marshmallow cream."

It was several hours later before Pearl returned home with the groceries. After setting Sweetie Belle down in her play pen, Pearl turned to go unload the minivan. She stopped when she saw Rarity's coat and beret hanging in the foyer.

"I guess Rarity got home early from school," Pearl thought. She walked upstairs to speak to her daughter.

"Rare bear?" Pearl said as she knocked on Rarity's bedroom door, "Are you in there?"

There was no answer.

Rarity's body was covered in sweat. More holes had appeared on her body, oozing slime from every part of herself that she touched. Dozens of pus-filled holes appeared around her breasts and on her nipples. Her vaginal walls were lined with boils that discharged white sticky cream. Slimy pimples covered her pussy and clitoris. She had shoved her fingers up her asshole which created more squirting holes within her rectum.

Both of her slimy hands were covered in pimples from her wrists to her fingertips. The goo flowing from her holes seemed to have a reaction to the more sensitive parts of her body. Her pussy was red and swollen and her puffy teats lactated milky marshmallow cream.

Rarity breathed heavily as she stood in front of the mirror and stared at herself. The white goo had made her breasts and vagina larger than normal and her most gropeable areas were covered in sticky blemishes.

Rarity grabbed her right nipple with her right hand. Her swollen teat was now two inches long and as wide as two of her fingers. Rarity squeezed on her swollen nipple, which sent white cream squirting from her teat and seeping out of the dozen holes on her breast.

With her left hand, Rarity lowered it between her legs and pulled back her boil-covered clitoral hood. The filly's clit had also been engorged well beyond its normal size. It was an inch long and looked like the top of a mushroom. Rarity moaned as she rubbed her clit. The stimulation caused more goo to spill from the holes around her crotch.

"It feels so good," Rarity said, "More! I need more!"

Pearl opened the door and looked inside her daughter's room. Rarity's grey dress was on the bed and the light in her bathroom was on.

"Rarity?" Pearl asked, "Are you alright?"

Rarity stopped masturbating when she heard her mother's voice. Her standing frame started shaking immediately from withdrawals when she stopped pleasuring herself.

Rarity's entire body itched now. She felt as though she was being eaten alive by fire ants. Unable to live without constantly stimulating her holes, Rarity resumed squeezing her swollen clit as she spoke to Pearl.

"I... I'm fine, mother," Rarity said, breathlessly, "I'll start cleaning up my room in a little bit. Just let me know when you and father leave for your date."

Several oozing pimples had formed around Rarity's mouth. She stimulated them by licking at the blemishes with her tongue.

"That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about" Pearl asked, "Your father and I are sorry for how we left things this morning. We can compromise if you really have your heart set on going to that pool party."

There was a pause before Rarity spoke, as though she were considering her mother's words carefully. She looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her skin was coated in a thin film of sweat and sticky secretions. Her breasts, vagina and ass were all puffy and swollen from the boils covering those areas. She turned to the side and stared at her hips.

Rarity watched as white goo dribbled out of several holes that had appeared within her cutie mark. Rarity's lip started to quiver. She wasn't sad because she couldn't go to the party like this. Rarity was sad because she didn't want to go to the party anymore.

When compared to the pleasure she received from fingering her holes, everything else seemed less important by comparison. Eating... Sleeping... These were all distractions that got in the way of her next mind-blowing orgasm.

Rarity had lost track of how many times she had managed to climax within the last couple of hours, but if the puddle of feminine fluids at her hooves was any indication, she had cum at least a dozen times.

"Well?" Pearl asked, "What do you say? We can get somepony to babysit Sweetie Belle and you can go to your pool party with your friends, provided that you promise to clean your room this weekend."

Under normal circumstances, Rarity would've leapt at the chance, but as it stood now, all she cared about was rubbing her sticky, wet holes.

"That's not necessary," Rarity said, "You were right, mother. I was being selfish."

Pearl was slightly taken aback.

"Are you sure you're okay with missing the party?" Pearl asked.

"I'm sure," Rarity said, "You and father enjoy your date while I clean my room. I'll stay here and watch over Sweetie Hole, I mean Sweetie Belle."

Rarity blushed at the slip-of-the-tongue. And speaking of tongues...

Her tongue now had its own blisters, which she received after licking her pimpled lips. Rarity rubbed her tongue against the roof of her mouth to satisfy the itching urge.

Pearl left Rarity's room, feeling thoroughly bewildered.

"I used to be a teenager," Pearl thought as she walked down the stairs, "so why can't I figure them out today?"

Once her mother had gone, Rarity resumed pleasuring herself at an increased rate of speed. Switching up the placement of her hands, Rarity placed her left hand on the side of her left tit. Finding several large holes, Rarity plugged them with her fingers. She stuck her index finger inside her swollen milk duct and the rest in dripping holes along the side of her breast.

Rarity moved her right hand over her vagina and stuck her fingers in various holes surrounding her crotch. Her index and ring fingers became inserted into her clitoral hood, while her middle finger was inserted directly into a large hole in her clitoris. White, sticky goo flowed from dozens of holes as she wiggled her fingers inside herself.

"Just a few more," Rarity said to herself while gasping for breath, "Just a few more orgasms and I'll stop to clean my room. I promise."

Rarity wiggled her hand as though her clit was a finger puppet. She leaned over the sink as she stared at her reflection. Her eyes were unfocused. Her face was flushed. Her tongue was constantly licking her lips as white cream trickled down her chin.

"Can't stop," Rarity said, "Feels too good. Feels like... losing my mind."

Rarity groaned as she forced another sexual climax to the surface.

"If I don't stop soon," Rarity said, "I'll go mad!"

Having lost any semblance of bodily restraint, Rarity came while shitting herself. She stood convulsing as logs of excrement slid out of her ass. This only served to heighten her current orgasm, as the blisters lining her anal walls were all stimulated from the smelly excrement leaving her body.

A couple hours later, Magnum came home from work. His wife hadn't spoken with their daughter since she had gotten home. Pearl relayed Rarity's wishes to her husband.

"She'd rather clean her room than go to a party?" Magnum said, "That doesn't sound like my girl. She must be sick, or something."

Magnum walked up the stairs towards Rarity's room.

Rarity had grown tired of standing in her bathroom and took several shaky steps until she collapsed onto her bed. Her bathroom floor was covered in her feminine jizz, the white cream which poured from her holes and a pile of her own shit.

As she lay on her bed, Rarity didn't care if she secreted ooze onto her sheets, or her grey dress. All that mattered now was producing a steady flow of orgasms to mitigate the pain of her constantly itching body.

Several of the holes around her pussy and tits were gaping from the extreme levels of stimulation. Her nipples and clit had also continued to swell.

Rarity's areola's were covered in several large holes; most of which were oozing white cream. Each of her nipples were now three inches long and as big around as an averaged-sized pickle. Her breasts heaved every time Rarity drew breath, which caused her erogenous nipples to flop about.

Rarity rubbed her right hand over her bumpy inner thigh. When she lifted it up, there was a thick coating of sticky cream on her fingers, which she greedily licked off. Rarity had no idea what the white goo was made out of. All she knew was that it tasted like marshmallows and it must've had some revitalizing properties. She deduced this by the fact that under normal circumstances, a pony's body would get dehydrated after this many orgasms, and yet she was able to continue unabated.

Whatever these bumps were that covered her body, they were providing her with just enough nourishment to continue masturbating indefinitely. If she made any attempt to stop stimulating her holes, she was met with a painful burning itch; which forced Rarity to perpetually pleasure herself.

She lay on her back with her legs spread wide to allow easier access to her clit. More than fifty sticky holes surrounded Rarity's sopping vagina. Some of the holes were still tight, while others had been loosened by inserted fingers. Some of the more regularly used holes were wide enough to fit three fingers.

Secretions from the holes caused Rarity's clit to swell beyond the constraints of nature. Her clit was now six inches long and as big around as a large pickle. It was also bumpy like a pickle, due to the blisters. Several of the holes on her clitoris were loose and oozing sticky cream.

Rarity grabbed her clit with her right hand and stuck her fingers inside several of the larger holes. While her body's main pleasure sensor was now the size of an average colt's cock, it was no where near as hard.

Her clitoris flopped around as she wiggled her fingers inside it. This internal stimulation was bringing her close to another climax.

Rarity's heart skipped a beat when her father opened her door without knocking. She held her breath, while simultaneously holding her engorged clit. Magnum didn't poke his head into the room, so he hadn't seen his daughter's condition or her compromising position.

Forcing herself to find her voice, Rarity calmly addressed her father.

"Don't come in, father," Rarity said, while sweating nervously, "I'm busy cleaning my room and... and I want it to be a surprise."

After closing the door slightly, Magnum spoke to Rarity.

"Rari Berry," Magnum said, "I don't want you to feel guilty about your messy room. I know how much you were looking forward to this pool party thing. How about you take a break from cleaning and put on your new swimsuit. I can drive you over to Cheerilee's house and you can play with your friends."

The part of Rarity's brain that retained a semblance of her former desires was begging to be heard. She wanted to stop this chronic, unnatural masturbation. She wished that all of these new holes would disappear and allow her to wear her the bathing suit she made. She wanted to call out for her father to save her, but the words died in her mouth.

Some very real, primal and dangerous part of her brain was in control and was determined to continue this spiral of baser pleasures for as long as possible.

"No, thank you," Rarity said, as her mind rejected the words her body felt compelled to utter, "I changed my mind. I don't want to go. You and mother go on your date. I'll watch Sweetie Belle and clean my room. You'll be so proud of me when you get back."

Rarity began to really panic now. Up until this point, she had made all the decisions. Rarity was desperate for anything to sooth the burning itch. Her desire for relief allowed her to be tempted by the promise of perpetual pleasure. She was allowed to be in control, until she desired to deviate from the course of continuous climaxes. At that point, some other... force took control. Her body produced those words without her thinking them.

"Is there... another consciousness in here with me?" Rarity thought, terrified, "Why can't I speak? Help! Somepony save me! Save me!"

Magnum smiled as prepared to close the door.

"I'm always proud of you, my little pony princess," Magnum said, "but if you're sure that's what you want, then that's what we'll do. Your mother and I are going out to eat now, but we'll be back later tonight."

Magnum closed the door, leaving his daughter on her bed. Naked. Sweaty. Oozing slime from hundreds of holes. Exerting all her willpower, Rarity forced some words out of her mouth.

"Come back," Rarity said, in a quiet squeak of a voice, "Come back, daddy, please. Don't leave me. I'm scared."

Magnum wasn't able to hear her, as Rarity couldn't muster up the energy to scream for help.

"Help me," Rarity whispered to nopony, "Help me."

A tear formed and slid down her right cheek. Without thinking, Rarity rubbed her eye with her hand to wipe away her tears.

The burning sensation that covered Rarity's body was growing worse. She had to constantly grope and fondle her pussy and tits to reduce the painful itching. Some of the gaping pimple holes had become too loose for her fingers to pleasure.

"I can't stimulate these sagging holes with my sticky hands," Rarity thought, "If I want to relieve this burning itch, I need to stretch my holes with something bigger."

It was nearly midnight when Pearl and Magnum returned home. The house was completely dark, as though no one turned on any lights once night fell. Pearl stepped inside and illuminated the immediate area with her horn to look around. She let out a gasp when she saw that Sweetie Belle was still in her playpen. It was as though Rarity had never left her room after they went to dinner.

Pearl put her hand to her lips as she made a silent gasp. Sweetie Belle was asleep, but she had been crying. Her face was red and her cheeks were stained with tears. Rarity never came downstairs. She never gave her sister a bottle. She never checked on her when she was crying. She never put her to bed. Rarity just left Sweetie Belle in her playpen until she cried herself to sleep.

Pearl's anger towards her elder daughter had reached new heights.

"What the holy Tartarus is going on around here?" Pearl asked herself as she marched up to Rarity's room, "That filly's been acting strange all afternoon and I'm gonna' find out why."

Magnum lifted Sweetie Belle out of her playpen and slowly carried her sleeping frame upstairs.

Pearl opened Rarity's door and was ready to ground her for a month.

Like the rest of the house, Rarity's room was dark. All Pearl could make out was a lumpy pile on the ground, which was illuminated by moonlight shining in through the window. Pearl didn't see Rarity anywhere.

A sudden fear entered Pearl's mind. What if Rarity had been foalnapped? Before she had time to fully consider this option though, the lump on the floor started to stir.

Pearl increased the brightness of her horn illumination as she tried to comprehend what she was seeing.

What Pearl had mistaken for a pile of clutter was, in actuality, a body stuffed with clutter. It was only when the pony raised her head that Pearl truly realized, to her horror, what she was seeing.

Rarity was lying prostrate on the ground. She turned her head and started at her mother with her remaining good eye. After touching her right eye with her hand, Rarity soon lost the ability to see out of it. Her eye began to produce pus-filled boils. She could no longer move her right eye, which was now filled with blood. Its pupil was pointing down towards the ground as white cream oozed from several boils on the eye's surface.

Rarity's entire body, including her horn, was covered in pimples, blisters and boils, which all opened up into tiny, cream-oozing holes. Pearl's eyes went wide and the color drained from her pink face as she stared in disbelief at the twitching mass that she once recognized as her daughter.

In her desire to stop the mad itching, Rarity had shoved whatever she could find into her gooey orifices. Things had been inserted into the holes in her back, her shoulders, her neck, her arms, her legs, her tits, her ass and her twat. She looked like a large white pincushion, that was laboring to breathe.

Dozens of pencils, pens, spools of thread and rolled up parchment had been shoved inside her. Some of her larger holes were stuffed with small roles of fabric.

A hair brush had been inserted by the handle into her left butt cheek. A hole in her ankle was being stretched out by a calculator. A tube of lip gloss stuck out of a tiny hole in her unicorn horn. A small flashlight had been inserted into her right shoulder. A closed pair of scissors stuck out of a hole in her wrist.

After sticking all her colored pencils into various holes, Rarity took the empty metal can she used for holding pencils and shoved it up her ass. The can stretched her sphincter as the cold metal rubbed against the dozens of blisters within her anal canal.

Three rolls of fabric were sticking out of her stretched cunt. Everything in the room that was remotely phallic-shaped was poking out of a hole.

Rarity's toothbrush had been inserted into a hole in her cheek, with the bristles poking out. Pearl could hear the plastic toothbrush clatter around inside Rarity's mouth as she spoke.

"Aren't you proud of me, mother?," Rarity said, as tears filled her good eye, "I cleaned my room and picked up my things."

Pearl's shriek of terror could be heard throughout the neighborhood. Her sustained, horrified yell woke Sweetie Belle, who was still cradled in Magnum's arms. The fussy and tired infant started crying as Magnum ran upstairs to check on his wife.

Magnum sprinted to Rarity's room and turned on the light. He was too stunned by what he saw to speak. Sweetie Belle kept crying as her father held her tight.

Pearl couldn't stop screaming.