Playcolt

The room was crowded with upper-class ponies, talking to each other about either business or gossip.

How boring!

But well, as you know, dear friends, I was here for another reason.

The party was hosted by another rich stallion, with no special occasion. Rich ponies simply hosted feasts because they were able to do it. I was standing at the bar, sipping on my scotch, eyeing the crowd for a possible target. The problem was, most of the mares present this evening were either trophy-wives or incredibly ugly. Maybe if I get drunk enough… NO! I’m not betraying my principles!

I then spotted the last stallion I wanted to see this evening. Fancypants! He was talking to a cream-white unicorn mare with a delicately formed body and a perfect violet mane wearing an opulent blue dress, his wife nowhere to be seen. I grinned. This was my chance for vengeance! His gaze towards the mare made his ambition clear. He wanted her. But he was married, and that was the best tactical advantage I could wish for! And also, his marriage was the reason I hated the lucky little prick. Fleur-de-Lis. She should have been MINE!

I walked towards them, masking my hatred under a perfect smile. Fancypants did the same in the moment he spotted me, but I swear I caught the glimpse of a shocked frown as he realized my intentions.

Never the less, he kept smiling and introduced me.

“Rarity, this is Hector Blackmane, successor of Blackmane Soaps. Hector, this is Rarity, the Fashionista of Ponyville and the Element of Generosity!”

Perfect! I wouldn’t just beat Fancypants, no, I would rut and Element of Harmony! Oh, how glorious!

“It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss Rarity” I said without even glancing at Fancypants.

“Oh, the Pleasure is on my side, Mister Blackmane.” We shook hooves.

“Please, call me Hector! A friend of Fancypants is friend of mine! Did you design that fabulous Dress yourself?”

She blushed. “Yes, it’s my own design”

“Oh, I simply have to buy something from such a talented Fashionista!”

She wasn’t aware of Fancypants existence anymore.

“You honor me Hector! I would be glad to sew an outfit for you! Your soaps are simply wonderful!”

“Oh, you’re such a sweet talker, Rarity! Do you have a coltfriend?”

She blushed again. “Uhm… No, I’m not in a relationship at the moment.”

“How come that such a stunning beauty like you has no stallion at her side?” I said while leaning closer, eyes locked with hers.

Her blush was deepening. Celestia, she looked cute!

“Oh, Hector, back in Ponyville there simply are no dashing stallions” she replied.

“But we are in Canterlot, Rarity” I whispered and closed the small gap between our mouths, kissing her ever so gentle and sweet. She tasted like Marshmallows. I broke the kiss and whispered:

“How about we take this somewhere more… private?”

“I´d love that, Hector!”

DING-DONG, MOTHERBUCKER!

I put a forehoof around her shoulder, leading her out of the room and turned my head around to savor the shocked expression on Fancypants face. Celestia, you should have seen it!

We arrived at the mansion’s bedchamber in no time. Rarity reacted like every other mare and looked around in awe.

“Wow, darling, this place is fabulous!”

“Not near as fabulous as you, Rarity” I spun her around and planted a passionate kiss on her lips, this time, pushing my tongue in. She eagerly replied with her own tongue. She didn’t seem to have done this very often. But that was no problem.

I pushed her on the bed and pinned her down, giving her horn a good lick. She moaned and shivered of pleasure under my body. I felt myself getting hard. I started to suck on her horn, tracing it with my tongue, eliciting more moans out of her. I stopped my attention towards her horn and moved further down.

Her marehood was already glistening wet. I wasted no time and locked lips with her mound, eagerly sucking on it, savoring the marshmallow taste. I moved further up and licked her clit, making her moan my name. I nibbled on it and she shivered again.

“Hector… AHH…IM going to… HECTOR!”

And with that, she came violently, her juices overflowing. I lapped up as much of the precious juices as possible, eager not to waste anything. I moved up again and planted a passionate kiss on her lips.

“Ready for more?” I asked

“Don’t you dare to let me wait!” she cooed

I aligned my dick in front of her folds, but she stopped me.

“Could you take… the other hole, please?” she said, clearly embarrassed.

I smiled deviously.
“As you wish m´lady”

I rubbed my dick against her folds a bit, coating it in her juices. And then I pressed it gently against her butthole, slowly pushing it in. Inch by inch, my dick made its way up her butt. Soon, the whole length was filling her up, resting nicely in her tight, warm ass. I slowly pulled it out, and slid it in a bit faster. I did that until I reached a steady pace. Her moans and the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room. I sped up a bit, enjoying the tightness of her back entrance. Her moans were getting more intense signalizing that she was close. I sped up one last time, and after three thrust, she yelled my name and her ass tighten like a vice around my dick, sending me over the edge as well. I filled her hole up with my cum, and after we both descended down from our orgasms, I pulled it out and cuddled next to her, placing a kiss on her forehead. We cuddled together and fell asleep soon.

The next morning, I went to fulfill my plan. Fancypants seemed to like Rarity, so I had to make sure she wouldn’t come to Canterlot again for a while. As soon as she woke up I kissed her, pulled back, looked in her eyes lovingly and told her:

“You have to leave now.”

“Wh- what?” She asked, obviously confused. I mean, last night I was the perfect gentlecolt.

I jumped out of the bed, stretched and yawned a bit.

“You heard me, you have to leave now! I have important business to attend! My butler will lead you out!”

“Bu- but Hector-“

“But what?” I cut her off and looked at her coldly. “Do you have anything of importance important to say?”

“I- I…” and then she broke out into tears and ran out of the room and the mansion, straight for the train station and took the first possible train back home.

She wouldn’t come back to Canterlot for months!

I patted myself on the shoulder for the outstanding work.