It’s pretty dark out in Ponyville tonight. Not that it matters much, what with the stars illuminating the streets. Most of the ponies have gone inside for the night, resting up for the next day. You’d be sleeping right now too, if a certain mare didn’t need your help right now.
Rarity.
Neither of you really got along with one another since you came to Equestria. You just didn’t like the attitude she had. The two of you would argue back and forth when you were in the same room, making it difficult for anyone else there. It wasn’t until two weeks ago that Twilight finally got fed up with it.
She stated straight out that if you didn’t get your act together and behave better around Rarity, there would be consequences. Twilight… likes to experiment on different things. You’re one of those things. You figure these ‘consequences’ would involve you being experimented on.
Sadly, you couldn’t just avoid Rarity. Whenever the girls hung out, Twilight would force you to come each time, stating you needed to be out more. You couldn’t refuse Twilight either since you’re sort of living in her home for free. She didn’t even tell Rarity this, as if she expected the problem was you all along.
You tried playing nice, but Rarity still seemed eager enough to argue back even if you’re not talking to her. Luckily, that only went on for a week before she started to ease off a bit. The second week though, she started acting odd, sort of in a funny way, like she had gone mental or something. You were interested in why she stopped acting like such a bitch, so you followed her wherever she went.
…
Yeah, that sort of sounds creepy, but you wanted to know why she stopped being a bitch; maybe if you found out what it was, you could use it later. For the rest of the week, you watched her squirm around as she went about her usual routine. You thought it was pretty damn funny, to be honest. You recall seeing her try to talk to ponies, only to run away immediately afterwards. There was one time she tried buying some rope, only to get angry that she didn’t have the right amount of bits to purchase it. Rarity fucking blew a gasket that day; she really wanted that rope.
All in all, it was a pretty funny week, following her around Ponyville.
That is, until you saw her jump off into a bush yesterday morning.
Rarity apparently started acting up really early, as you spied on her walking from her boutique. She started shivering all over and ran off for some reason. You’re not sure why she didn’t return to her home. It must not have crossed her mind at the time. You figured it was a good opportunity to get some good blackmail material to use on her in the future. Watching her, you saw her dive straight into some bushes away from the town. Chuckling to yourself, you snuck up on the bush she was in. What you found… you couldn’t really understand what to say, really. You saw her lying on her side with her hooves around her body, hugging herself while crying.
Okay, fun time was immediately over. You quickly jumped inside the bush, grabbed Rarity, and sat her up. She froze from your contact, looking at your worried face, then at your hands on her. Before you could say anything, she immediately shoved your hands off, running away from you. You tried finding her for the rest of the day, but had no luck. Just why was she in that bush like that?
Couldn’t she ask for help from one of her friends? She must be hiding whatever was troubling her from them, you thought. As you were about to give up searching and just ask for help from Twilight, you found Rarity trying to purchase some tomatoes at a stall.
You waited until she was done with her purchase and away from everyone else in town. Just as she was nearing her home, you immediately confronted her about what happened. She quickly turned red and looked away.
“Look, I know we don’t exactly see eye to eye on many things, but if you’re hurting for some reason…” You let out a sigh, looking down at her, “... you can come to me, okay? I can… I can try to help, if you want.”
Rarity mumbled something, but you couldn’t make it out. You ask her to speak up, making her body shake from embarrassment.
“I don’t want anypony to think I’m a f-freak.”
Fuck, you hated emotional shit like this. Bending down, you wrap her in a hug and stroke her mane.
“Rarity, I understand if you want to keep whatever this is from your friends. But trust me: I actually know what it’s like to be a freak. Being the only human in this world, you don’t think others haven’t given me trouble for being the odd one out? So don’t worry, I won’t think of you any differently no matter what your problems are.”
Moving away from her, she wipes her eyes from the accumulated tears. She takes a glance at your hands before looking up at your face.
“I… suppose you could help me. I-if you’re fine with it and all…”
“Don’t worry,” you say, waving a hand in the air. “I’ll do my best to help.”
She asked you to come by to help her tonight with her problems, and now you were standing outside her door. It immediately opens before you could even knock. You guess Rarity was more anxious for your help then you knew.
“Oh please, do come in!” Rarity shoves you with magic forcefully pulling you through door. “I don’t want anypony to know about this.” You follow behind her as she runs up to her clothing displays before she uses her magic to put them into a nearby closet. “I do apologize for the mess; I was trying to finish my work and clean up when I thought I heard something outside."
Looking around, you see her window. It’s pointed right at the road. She must’ve been watching, waiting for you.
“Yeah, sure,” you say, making it clear you weren’t convinced. “So, you said you needed help, but you don’t want your friends to know about it.”
She blushes bright red, an amusing contrast from her white body. Rarity quickens her pace, trying to put things away much faster now.
“I think of you as a friend, I just…”
“It’s fine, I guess we never got on the right terms with one another. I suppose we can have a do-over and be friends, right?” She gives you a small smile before returning to her task. “So, what did you need help with again?”
Rarity stops once more, trying to find her words.
“Yes, that. Well, I seem to be in a bit of a bind here. M-my estrus may be gone but I… Well, I couldn’t fulfill myself properly.”
You remember what Twilight told you about this ‘estrus’ of theirs and how it worked. Apparently, they went into heat at certain times of the year and become sexually active. Well, more so than usual. You’re still confused about what she needed help with. Rarity keeps her head down, looking away from you as she moves about the room, putting things away.
So… did she not get someone during her estrus? That might explain last week’s weird activity, but still…
Ah shit, you fucking agreed to help her with her estrus problem! Damn it, you should’ve asked before agreeing. Maybe there was still time to pawn her off on a stallion or-
Images of her crying in that bush instantly appear in your head. Can you really refuse, even after seeing that? You said you would help, and turning away now…
…
“So, what exactly do you mean by ‘fulfill’?” you ask, resigning yourself to your fate. You’re groaning inwardly, trying not to think of getting it on with a pony. Sure, it’s been about a half a year without sex, but still. “I thought all a mare needed was, well to be blunt, a good dicking.”
Rarity trips on herself, dropping a line of cloth on the ground. Her body seems to overflow with pink.
“W-w-well,” Rarity stutters, gulping on some air to catch her shaky breath, “c-certain mares have… certain ways to get off.”
Oh, now you’re getting it. So Rarity must’ve gotten a bad experience and now she has it all pent up inside her.
“I wasn’t aware that mares could have trouble during estrus.”
“Well, it’s not a common occurrence amongst us, I can assure you that. I just have problems being satisfied through normal means of intercourse.”
Rarity begins closing all the blinds in her shop, making sure everything was properly in its place.
“So,” you say, cracking your neck, “you can’t just get a guy to fulfill your fetish, and because of that, you can’t get off.”
She stops moving, trying to come up with an answer. She must be nervous for even asking this.
“A stallion would find my fetish… very off-putting, or even difficult to help with. But I know you could help me even better than a stallion ever could,” she says, looking straight at your hands.
Okay, now you know what’s up. She has a hand fetish, or at least something dealing with fingers. Still, she asked you for help, and it’s not like it was anything bad she was asking for at all. Seriously, she was asking for sex. Letting this mull over in your head, you find it hard to care much at the moment. It has been a while, you think. Besides, it shouldn’t be too bad if it’s just a hand fetish.
“Okay, even though I find it strange you’re asking me, I’ll do my best to help.”
Rarity looks very shocked to hear that. Was she not expecting you to answer so quickly?
“D-do you not want to first hear abou-“
You interrupt her, placing your hand on her nose and closing her mouth to silence her. Rarity’s body shivers on contact from your touch.
“You can tell me up in the room.”
She blinks a few times at you before quickly walking up the stairs into her room. She must want it bad, you think, letting out a chuckle to yourself before following. Walking inside the room, you see it’s dimly illuminated, with candles displayed around the room. It’s what you would expect to see from Rarity. You were somewhat surprised to see a mirror positioned right above her bed. She must like watching herself…
Rarity’s standing off to the side of the bed, looking very nervous. You figured she’d try and sprawl herself on the bed to look more enticing. She attempts to talk a few times, opening and closing her mouth, before letting out a grunt.
“I usually have a certain somepony come in for this since he, well... very much enjoys it himself. But he’s gotten married. I can’t do much without another pony.”
Rarity takes a breather, looking away from you. You figure that she’s redder than a spanked baboon’s ass from embarrassment, but the glowing of the soft lit candles helps hide it.
“I tried looking around town, but I couldn’t just ask anypony without looking like a trollop. S-so I tried performing on myself, and it partially worked, but not all the way.”
Interesting, so she does have little toys around here… You always thought Rarity would be the one to have those types of things.
“But w-when estrus came around, I was cooped inside my room without my usual means of satisfying myself.”
You had to admit, just hearing her confess all this about her was giving you a hard-on. Though, you’re wondering just how a stallion could help without hands.
“But now I have YOU to help me, since you did agree after all… you won’t back out after I tell you what I need help in, will you?”
“Rarity, I’m sure I can help you with whatever it is you need.”
Seriously, you were definitely in the mood to give it to her. She looks you up and down before speaking.
“You know, your clothing may get in the way of this.”
You figured she’d also have some type of clothing fetish. You give a small grin before throwing your shirt off. Eating nothing but veggies has given you a thinner appearance. Slipping off your shoes and socks, you take off your pants and throw those over to your clothes. And with a toss, your boxers join them. Rarity doesn’t seem displeased at what she’s seeing. She lets out a deep hum, looking at your naked form.
“Darling, before we start, there are… two things I must say. One, I really like it rough.”
A rough-loving girl meant she would most likely be rough as well, so you better watch out if she kicks.
“And two… is the reason I can’t find anypony. I must ask that you do your best to… well… withhold my breathing.”
“…What?”
“You know, take my air away, keep me from pursuing for breath, drown me in suffocation.”
What exactly is she asking for? Withholding her breath?
…
It takes you a few moments to understand what she’s asking. Holy shit, Rarity doesn’t have a hand fetish, she has an asphyxiation fetish! So THAT’S why she was looking at your hands. Can you… do that? Is it even something you could get into? Looking down, you don’t see yourself wilting from her words. Guess you’re ‘up’ for it, if you will. Rarity sees this as well, eyeing your johnson with a smirk.
“I suppose I should help you out as well, since you’ve been so generous with accepting to help.”
She motions you to lie down on her bed. You waste no time in complying. Lying down, you see her quickly join you, slowly making her way to your protruded rod. Reaching it, she lowers her face towards it, letting her muzzle glide against the hardened shaft. You feel yourself jolt from the action, Rarity moving her face alongside your length as you felt her hot breath on you.
She continues to caress your member, making your wood throb from the action. Nudging her face directly under your shaft, she shoves it forward, pushing her face directly into your junk. Rarity takes in a hard sniff along your rod, rubbing her nose against it. Looking down, you see her move away before she opens her mouth, tongue lolling out and glistening with saliva. Shoving her head forward, she places her tongue at the base of your girth. She slides her head back, allowing your rod to slowly stand erect once more along the top of her head.
Slowly moving her head up, she slides her tongue across your shaft, her hot saliva quickly warming the underside while leaving a trail. Reaching the end, Rarity rolls her tongue up to your head. She puckers her lips at the tip, giving small little sucks on it. Opening her mouth once more, she starts licking the head from underneath, pushing it forward and letting it swing back to its position.
After a few short seconds of this, she moves in, taking the head and placing it in her mouth. She continues moving her tongue around the tip, sucking lightly inside her mouth on it. Moving into your lap, she starts taking your shaft in, little by little slipping it inside her mouth and down her throat. Rarity must not have a gag reflex with how she’s going down on you.
You place a hand on the top of her head, slowly rubbing her horn as she worked on your shaft, bobbing up and down. She let out a moan upon feeling your touch, which made your rod vibrate inside her mouth. You bend your head back from her moaning pulsating around your cock. You continue moving your hand along the grooves of her horn, hoping to feel more of her moaning. The grip around her horn slips from you; confused, you look up.
She steps back for a second, getting a breather while licking the tip of your head. Puckering her lips as before, she gives your head a light suckling. Seeing her needing a breather made you think back on what Rarity said. Didn’t she want you to take her breath away?
Feeling her go back down on your shaft, you had an idea on just how to do that. You kept playing with her horn, feeling her moan on you as she continued bobbing up and down. In reaction, you started moving your hips up and down with her bobbing. You were breathing hard as she sucked on your shaft, little slurping sounds audible from her actions. Looking up, you could see everything that was happening from there through her mirror on the ceiling with Rarity’s head in between your naked legs, moving about on you.
Finally, you could see Rarity trying to rise up from your crotch, most likely for some air. Gripping her horn hard, you don’t allow that. You quickly shove her back down on your cock, while holding her in place. Rarity lets out a grunt, her eyes widening. She was clearly surprised by your actions. She kept trying to move off of you, but you held her there, trying to force her to take you all the way down once more.
“This is what you wanted, right?” you ask Rarity as you struggle to get this mare down on you.
Putting both of your hands on either side of her head, you finally manage to slam her back down all the way. Rarity continues her attempts at getting up, but you hold her steady. Her front legs were pinned down, kneeling on you and unable to move. Allowing her up your shaft only a little, as if you were letting Rarity up to breathe, you quickly slam her back down on you. She groans from your roughness, trying her best to get the air she desperately desired.
Rarity kicks her back legs about, trying to get loose and away from you. You quickly wrap one of your legs on top of her, your other leg stuck underneath her body. The trapped leg underneath Rarity could feel her juices dripping on you, showing you that she was actually getting off to it. You move your trapped leg right up in between her leg, moving it into her honey pot.
The reaction was immediate as a long moan could be felt on your shaft. Rarity drops on top of your leg, grinding hard into it as you forcefully face fuck Rarity. Still holding both sides of her head, you start shoving her up and down on you, pumping your waist alongside your actions. It doesn’t take long before Rarity began sucking hard on your cock, trying to breath in air but only getting your rod instead.
Looking down, you could see her face is tear-stricken, her eyes slowly rolling into the back of the sockets. Rarity’s struggling was slowly waning off, but her grinding into your leg kept strong. Her repeated attempts at breathing only rewarded her with your cock deep down her throat. It gave you an immense amount of pleasure, feeling her grunts vibrate down your shaft. You could feel yourself about to release. You wonder if you should force it down her throat or splatter it all over her face.
Quickly deciding, you start increasing your speed on her head, shoving it harder into your lap. Her body shook about, trying to find some way to get oxygen in. Feeling yourself letting go, you shove her face off and hold her above your man meat, plastering her face with your hot white cum. Rarity's tongue was lolling out, her spit and your spunk dripping down off of it...
You see Rarity's face was covered in tears and cum as she made little squeaking noises while trying to get as much air in as she could. Moving your trapped leg, you could feel it was completely soaked from her lady juices. You wonder how many times she orgasmed, just from this.
You move your leg about in between her legs once more. The movement forced a moan from her, also forcing her to take a huge inhalation of air. You place her head back down onto your wetted crotch as she eagerly breathes in and out. You take her horn and slowly rub it up and down, allowing her time to catch her breath.
“Rarity, you seemed to have made a mess of my lap. Be a dear and… clean it up, will you?”
You really didn’t think she’d listen, but after only a few short seconds, Rarity slowly turns her head until she was lying face first into your junk. Her hot breath was a pleasant sensation to your loins. Her tongue slowly went to work licking your balls, trying to swallow what she spilled on them. Like with your cock, she takes them in and nearly swallows them whole, letting her tongue do all the work in lapping up anything she may have missed.
After sucking on them for a few seconds, she bends her head back, letting them pop out of her mouth, before looking at your flaccid member through her tear-stricken eyes. Feeling warmth in your hand, you let go, noticing her horn was glowing for a spell. You could see a glow immediately forming around your cock as a warm sensation hit it. You immediately grunted back as your member rose once more upright.
“I didn’t think you would be so… into this,” Rarity says through a raspy voice. “I hope you don’t mind going onto the actual act.”
Getting the message, you slowly slide off the bed. You lift Rarity up and place her where you had been lying. Getting back up onto the bed, you kneel over Rarity, placing yourself in between her legs. Putting your hand on her chest, you could feel her heart loudly thumping around. You slowly trace your hand along her chest, trailing down to her stomach until you reached in between her bottom legs. You could feel it was slick with her juices as you rub into her slit.
Rarity let out a small moan, feeling your hands moving down there. She bends her head back, exposing her long neck as she stared up. She must be looking at your forms from the mirror, you think as you grab your hardened cock and place it at her entrance. You rub her lips with your tip, moving it up and down with Rarity moaning in anticipation.
Leaning forward, you prod the tip into her. Grabbing her sides, you start to bury your shaft deep inside of her. Rarity moans, jerking her hips about with your full length in her. You slowly retract yourself, leaving just the tip in. Without a warning, you shove it back inside her, making her gasp. You continue this action, slowly moving in and out, pumping harder into her.
Her neck was easily exposed. You wonder if she’s ever felt fingers around that pretty white neck of hers. Slowing down so you can better pace yourself, you bend over Rarity’s body. She can obviously see this with the mirror on her ceiling, but she does nothing to stop you. Bringing your hands forward, you grab her neck with both of your hands, feeling the silky fur slide along your palms.
Letting your weight down, you slowly force yourself onto her neck, squeezing it tightly around your fingers. Rarity doesn’t react at first, allowing you to get a good grip on her neck. But just as before, she starts to struggle about with you squeezing her throat tighter and tighter.
She must love struggling, you think, as a fresh splash of her juices washes over your lower half. You have to stop for a moment, nearly ejaculating right there from her tight hole clamping down on your cock. After getting a good grip on her neck once more, you slowly start fucking her once more, feeling the mare tighten up from the action.
You can see Rarity opening her mouth, trying to breathe. You could hear her squeak and moan from every thrust you made. She starts struggling even harder, her legs kicking at your body. Her back legs did no good while you were positioned there, but the front legs could hit your arms.
Thrust after thrust, you impale into her as she continuously attempts to slap your arms away to allow air back into her lungs. Her struggling gets weaker as her body slowly started slumping down into the bed. As before, her eyes start rolling back, staring up into the mirror, watching herself being choked half to death while being fucked.
Rarity starts getting tighter on you every time you penetrated her; she is dripping wet down there and you’re not sure how many times she’s orgasmed by now. It’s hard to tell when she did anyways, what with you keeping your attention on choking her.
You could feel yourself about to let loose once again. You wanted to move out, but felt you couldn’t stop yourself at the moment if you even tried. Each time you plunge into her she would produce a small, squeaking noise. Rarity’s eyes are completely rolled back, her body shaking about, but not moving otherwise. She’s stopped struggling, clearly giving up.
With one final thrust, you slam into her hard, releasing yourself into Rarity. She must’ve gotten off at the same time, hearing her squeal through her clenched throat. Spurt after spurt enters her in what felt like a river of your fluids; you’re surprised her stomach wasn’t engorged from how much you filled her.
Holding yourself over her body, you realized you were panting hard for air, sweat dripping off of you and onto Rarity. Still holding her neck, you slowly move your hands away from her throat, placing them on either side of her head.
She squeaks in some air, coughing about for as much as she could suck in. Her chest heaves about as she struggles to breathe. Getting up, you realize you are still in her. You grunt, pulling your limp member out, a schlicky popping sound emanating from her depths. You see your combined fluids flowing out of her hole, your cock previously plugging it in. Falling forward, you lie beside Rarity, her raspy breathing the only sound left in the room.
You’re not sure, but you may have drifted off on her bed. You’re still covered in sweat and other bodily fluids. You really needed to get home and take a shower. Looking over at Rarity, you could see she hadn’t moved an inch from her position, lying there with a small smile on her face. She definitely got off, you think as you lean over to get off the bed. Walking to your clothes, you put them on, disgusted that you would be walking back filthy like this.
“W-wait please,” you hear from the cracked voice of Rarity.
Turning around, you could see she had levitated a pillow underneath her head, so to get a better look at you. She must like lying in her own filth like that after sex, you think as you stare at her body. She is definitely gonna be bruised in the morning around the throat.
“Would you… be willing to come back tomorrow?”
Staring straight into her eyes for a few moments, you turn back around and start putting your clothes on as quickly as you could. Walking over to the door, you open it and stop. Turning around, you stare right into her eyes. You give her a small smirk before turning back around to leave.
“I’ll remember to bring my belt next time.”
~End~
