You Have Messed Up. Big Time.
Of Marshmallowy Breasts and Boners
You’ve really done it now. You have fucked up. Not just a micro screw-up, oh no, you have fucked up. There is no sugar coating it. You are boned. When Twilight finds out, you’re dead. Absolutely dead. How were you to know that a dragon’s cum stains don’t come out in the wash? Hell, it practically bleached her sheets! It really was a stupid idea to sleep in Twilight’s enormous, princess-sized bed - as opposed to your tiny twin-sized bed - naked. How were you to know that you were going to have the dream about Rarity and you in the sauna together? You know the one. Yeah, that one, the one where you – yes. Well, you were inebriated prior to going to sleep, so that kind of justifies your actions. Kind of.
Still, you’ve got some time to think of something, what with Twilight being in Canterlot for maybe another day or two on ‘Royal duties’, so maybe you’re not totally screwed. That’s a very big maybe, though. You know exactly why Celestia called Twilight to her castle, too. It’s simple, really. Something carnal, intrinsic: the princess was horny. Yeah, it was kind of obvious, what with all of the scrolls that you received for Twilight from the princess’. Yes, that is the plural. More than one: Luna too was getting in on the action, and possibly Cadence for all you know, not that you particularly cared, but you couldn’t help but read the saucy messages the two princess and faithful student exchanged. Especially the bits about what the princesses wanted to do ~~to~~ with Twilight, explained in graphic detail, written in either of the princess’ formal cursive writing. The letters always smelt of either cinnamon – the ones from Celestia – or of lavender – the ones from Luna. It was inevitable that you would read them, but the regal sisters were clearly willing to make that sacrifice. Either that or they both were overestimating their trust in you. Not that it mattered very much; you weren’t going to tell anybody.
When confronted as to why she was leaving for Canterlot so abruptly, Twilight blushed deeply and spouted some bullshit about royal duties, as you expected her to. You were tempted to whisper something about your knowing of her, or perhaps the princesses’, intentions into her pointed, elf-like ears, but you decided against it. Best to let the little nerd have her fun unadulterated by embarrassment.
With the entire library to yourself, you turned the open sign on the front door over to the closed side, leaving you without any intrusions. Hopefully. The first day was spent eating a small fortune in gems, which you had been saving for a rainy day. You were going to make a cake, but… damn it, why did they have to be so tasty! Gems were sort of like what candy is for ponies, except much tastier (in your expert opinion), crunchy, natural, healthy – and exclusively for dragons. The downside, however, was that they were incredibly expensive, regardless of the fact that they constantly forms mere inches beneath the soil.
The second day, Angel, Fluttershy’s pet bunny, managed to sneak out and smoked weed with you for the entire day. Truth be told, it was odd smoking with a bunny, but it made for some great laughs. Especially when he could barely hold the damn blunt in his tiny little bunny paws after smoking too much, or when you had to hold him up so he could hit your bong. Luckily for the both of you that you have fingers, and that you can blow fire.
And so here you are, the third day of Twilight’s absence, panicking as you pace about Twilight’s bedroom in your boxers. Just breathe, you think. Okay. You’ve got this. Now then, what can you do to rectify blowing a huge load on Twilight’s bed? Washing her sheets didn’t help. If you had money, you could buy an identical bedspread. But, alas, you spent it all on pot. Great job. You’ll just have to find a way to make some money.
You put on some clothes before leaving; though you would love to be showing off, it’s not worth going to jail for indecent exposure: a pair of jeans, a simple white T-shirt, shoes and socks, and your favorite green and purple hoodie suffice. You extend your wings through the slits in the back of both your shirt and hoodie and then flatten them against your back, adjusting to the new placement. After running down stairs, you open one of the many windows in the library and bring your two index fingers into your mouth between your large, menacingly sharp fangs. Your forked tongue moves about in your mouth as you exhale a piercingly loud whistle, calling Owlowiscious to guard the library while you’re gone. The bird arrives a few minutes later from the forest, clearly annoyed by your waking him up during the daytime. You explain to him simply that you need to do something and need somebody to watch the library for you. Reluctantly, the owl complies. You promise that you’ll make it up to him somehow in the future before you depart.
Content that the library is in good hands – or rather talons (wings?), you unfurl your wings and take to the sky, your first stop being Sweet Apple Acres. Applejack could always use some help around the farm, and she’ll certainly compensate you adequately for your hard work. A few minutes of hovering above the orchard and you see a few trees shaking, a telltale sign of somebody applebucking. You begin to descend towards the trees and skillfully land on your feet, sticking the landing like a boss. You mentally pat yourself on the back and jog forwards a few meters, finding Applejack leaned backwards in mid-kick, with one leg bent at the knee with her boot pointed at the thick trunk of a tree. With a deep exhale, she kicks the tree, grunting with satisfaction as the sound of apples filling buckets fills her ears. You clear your throat.
“Heya, AJ.” You say to the farm-girl, earning her attention. Despite that, she continues working, though she clearly acknowledges your existence as she makes eye contact with you. She rears up again and kicks the tree once more, for good measure, you assume.
“W’sup, Spike?” She replies as she crouches down to pick up the few stray apples that have avoided the many barrels around the tree, resting her arms on her jean covered knees. You sneak an apple into the pocket in your hoodie and help her with picking up the apples, goring no less than a six in the process. Applejack simply cringes as she notices the small pile of mushed apples besides you. You smile awkwardly back.
“I… really need some money. I’d be able to do some work around the farm, of course, to earn it.” You say, not wanting to tell her the whole story. The wind blows by, stealing Applejack’s hat from her blonde haired head.
“Fuck!” AJ cusses loudly as she chases after her beloved Stetson. You take a moment to enjoy the view of her frantically running, allowing your prick to take over your rational mind for a moment. God damn are her hips wide. Must be all of the applebucking that she does. Her ass looks great; you just want to squeeze the firm muscle and – boner. Welp.
“I’ve got it, don’t worry.” You adjust your pants to accommodate your excited manhood before unfurling your draconic wings and chasing after the hat, getting ahold of it in mere seconds. You carefully hold on to it as to not shred it to bits. Celestia knows what she would do to you if it got ruined. A broken jaw, perhaps, as a result of her immensely powerful kick. She would probably be able to break your thick dragon bones if she were pissed enough.
You extend your arms to her, allowing her to take it from your hands. As she readjusts the Stetson, she says, “Ah’d love t’ help ya, Spike, but Ah spent th’ rest of m’ bits on fixin’ up Apple Bloom’s club house. Ah’m real sorry.” Applejack looks right into your eyes with her gorgeous emerald orbs, portraying her disappointment. Honest Applejack wouldn’t lie. You sigh, thank Applejack for her time and begin walking away, slumped over, depressed. “You could see if Fluttershy needs help with the animals.” Applejack shouts over to you. There’s an idea. You thank her again and set off to Fluttershy’s. “Oh, hey, got a light?” You turn to see Applejack fiddling with the small button on the pocket on her orange, plaid shirt where she kept her cigarettes.
“I am a light.” You reply smugly as you double back to light her cigarette. “That’s a bad habit, you know. You should smoke weed, it’s actually good for you.”
“Try dealing with th’ shit that Ah do on a daily basis, then we’ll talk.”
You shrug your shoulders. “The offer still stands, AJ.”
“Sure, Spike. Oh, and you should… uh… adjust yourself b’fore ya leave.” Shit. You look down, embarrassed, to see your pants tented up around your bulging erection. Welp. Applejack simply snickers and motions a zipper across her lips, promising not to say a word. You adjust yourself again and fly off, enjoying the ripe, juicy apple that you smuggled out along the way.
As you’re soaring above ~~Ponyville~~ Personville, a bright cyan blur passes by, leaving you momentarily stunned with no signs but a brief rainbow trail to your side. “Yo, Dash!” You shout, hoping that she’s still close enough to hear you. As if from thin air, Rainbow Dash appears from above you. She takes off her goggles before speaking.
“Yeah, what? I’m kinda busy…” Dash says in a clearly annoyed tone as she adjusted her thin, cyan tank top. There wasn’t much to be covered, honestly. She was flat chested, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t attractive. What she lacked in breasts she made up for with a small, tight ass. You’ve often found yourself fantasizing about it; another guilty pleasure of yours being those large, feathered ~~pegasus~~ seraph wings. They just made you crazy. All of Twilight’s friends were attractive in their own way, though Rarity especially. Regardless of Dash’s small frame, and no visible muscle, it was obvious that she was tough. Of course she was tough, why else would she be covered in bruises? Well, she did tend to crash, hence the moniker ‘Rainbow Crash’.
“Could I borrow some cash?” You say, trying to sound as genuine as possible, as well as keep your eyes from traveling down to the small gap between her thighs. Her tiny, black athletic shorts certainly showed off enough of her taut, aerodynamic legs. Or perhaps not enough, your penis thinks for you. You put your hands into your pocket to keep from repeating the previous incident. Rainbow would not be so forgiving.
“What for?” Her voice cracks on the ‘for’, and you stifle a giggle. Dash glares at you, and so you reply:
“Don’t worry about it; it’s just important.”
“Sorry,” she says, “But I saw this epic Spitfire pinup, and –“ Rainbow pauses, and a blush forms over her tanned skin. “I’ve gotta go.” And with that, you lose yourself in an aerial giggle fit.
You make your way to Fluttershy’s cottage in a matter of about ten minutes. There’s a sign on her door, which reads bluntly: “Unless you are here for Angel’s intervention, please come back later.”
“Fuck!” You curse as you kick at the dirt, grinding your teeth together in anger. Deciding to see how the so-called intervention is gong, you peek through the window, only to find them mostly covered in blinds. Through the cracks, you can see Fluttershy’s slender form sitting cross-legged on a couch, her knees covered in long, bright, striped green socks as she sits there twirling her small fingers through her long, pink hair. As you move to the side to get a better view, you could make out the yellow of her favorite sweater. How long had she had that thing anyways?
There wasn’t much else you could see in the room, aside from Fluttershy’s peachy colored face looking down at something, presumably Angel, worryingly. You watched as her lips moved about as she spoke, frequently pouting and frowning. Those lips. Those fucking lips! Amazing, pink, dick sucking lips! They would be absolutely perfect for blowjobs. Alas, Fluttershy was as introverted as they came. The odds of getting her to suck cock, especially yours, were slim-to-none. What a bummer to waste such a gift, you thought.
Deciding that what you were doing was essentially an invasion of privacy, not to mention too stalker-ish for your liking, you ask yourself, “What now?” in a whisper. Sugarcube Corner, you think. Might as well give it a shot. In the air, you look over your shoulder at Canterlot. Not a single sign that things are out of the ordinary. Good.
The smell of confections and the likes as you approach Sugarcube Corner intoxicates your senses, and your body simply gives over all control over to your nose, which manages to guide you safely down to the ground. Your hand wraps around the brass doorknob of the bakery, and you’re assaulted by a plethora of sweet smelling foods.
It’s empty, though the sign on the front clearly said it was open for business. You the hear some banging of pots behind the counter, so you shout, “Pinkie? You there?” Silence. You turn around, and feel soft, squishy flesh against your face. Boobs. Whose, though? With an immense crimson blush ablaze on your cheeks, you look up from the bright pink shirt to see Pinkie with a large smile on her face, as always. She was a large woman – not fat, certainly a bit ‘over weight’, if you believed in the term, but not obese. Thick, you think. That’s a good word to describe Pinkie’s frame. Thick, with large breasts and a curvaceous ass that you just wanted to squeeze with all your might. No doubt her appearance was a testament to her diet of sweets and partying lifestyle, but you weren’t one to complain.
“Hiya, Spike.” Pinkie says, oblivious to your embarrassment. “You were looking for me?”
“Y-yea,” You stutter, “I need some cash, really bad. Anything that you need help with, or…?”
“Hmm…” Pinkie hums to herself in thought for a brief moment. “Nnnope!” She squeaks. “I’ve just about got everything under control here.” You sigh. That’s it then, you’re screwed, unless you could somehow steal the blanket you needed. “But,” Pinkie says, and you turn to her. “You can have this cupcake!” Pinkie holds out a sizeable cupcake in the palm of her hand, offering it to you, presumably pulling it out of the ninth dimension.
“Thanks, Pinks,” You take the cupcake from her and toss it up into your mouth. “But sweets aren’t going to save my ass. Listen,” You take a moment to swallow the cupcake before you continue talking. “Could I just borrow some bits? I promise I’ll pay you back.”
“Sure!” And you beam. “Is what I would say, but the Cakes would kill me if I took from the register, and anyways, the register is empty! I haven’t had a single customer aaall day.” Aaand there goes that grin. Yeah, you’re still fucked.
“But don’t you have some cash, like a paycheck or something?” You inquire, hoping that she would say yes.
“I do,” There’s that grin again. “Buuut,” Fuck’s sake. “I get them on Mondays, and today is Friday, and I spent it all on getting Gummy some gold dentures.” And as if on queue, Gummy, the giant alligator, slithers down the stairs and opens his mouth, revealing a set of incredibly bright, golden, rounded teeth. Only Pinkie would buy something so stupid. “Gummy!” Pinkie shouts to the alligator. “What are you doing down here? March your scaly rump back upstairs this instant!” Gummy blinks, unresponsive as always. Pinkie hastily says goodbye to you and picks up the eight hundred pound lizard and slings him over her shoulder. You take a moment to observe the view as she bends over, completely ignorant to putting her shapely ass in your face. You sighed. Pinkie was Pinkie, and Pinkie was retarded sometimes. Other times she was logic-defying. Sometimes she was both. This was one of those incredibly common occurrences in which she was both. You exclaim your departure and shuffle outside to slump down on the chair outside the bakery. That was it then. You. Are. Fucked. Twilight will probably castrate you if she finds out that you jizzed all over her blankets. Say goodbye to your testicles, Spike.
As you sit mourning over the imminent removal of your balls, you remember one thing, or rather one person: Rarity! She always has gems around, though she won’t easily part with them, but you could probably persuade her. You are a rather charming dragon, after all. At least that’s what Twilight has told you... you are so screwed!
The distance between Sugarcube Corner and Carousel Boutique wasn’t enough to waste the effort of flying. You close your hand into a fist and knock on the door of Rarity’s home. Nothing. You find the door locked too, so there goes that option. Without any other choices, you extend your wing and hover to the upper floor: Rarity’s bedroom. You land on the balcony-like protrusion just above the ground floor of the boutique, hoping to see Rarity hard at work on a dress or something. Instead, you notice… Rarity, as you had expected, however, she is completely naked, the only thing resembling clothing is the bright white bathrobe, which she’s laying on. Her azure magic was ablaze with life, controlling something phallic shaped moving between her legs as she leans backwards into her bed. Rarity was masturbating. Rarity! Your crush! You stare, stupefied, with an incredible blush on your face and an already raging hard-on begging to be jerked, prodding the cloth opening of your boxers. Everything about her is perfection. Not a single flaw to be seen on her pale-skinned body. As you had long expected, she’s clean-shaven, allowing you to see the bright pink, blushed skin of her groin. Her hands are firmly placed on both of her ample-sized breasts as she pinches and tweaks her nipples and bites her lip to keep from screaming out in pleasure. Just like the tips of her pointed ears, Rarity’s pale cheeks are red with a blush that you can see even in the darkness of the bedroom. Nobody’s around to see you, and Rarity’s far too preoccupied with herself to notice a voyeur. Without a second thought, you unzip your jeans, unbutton your boxers and groan deeply as your erection comes free from its denim prison.
Knowing that Rarity could open her eyes at any moment and see your prying eyes is exhilarating, if not a bit terrifying. If you focus enough, you can even hear the cute squeaking and moaning noises she makes through the thin glass window. Your erection is practically dripping precum as you bring your right hand down and slowly began jerking off at a steady pace. How careless of her to leave the blinds open! It’s almost as if the wanted somebody to watch her masturbate. The sight that beholds you, you thought would never bless your eyes. Seeing Rarity naked was nearly enough for you to cum right in your pants, but by a miracle you hadn’t. Somehow. Well done, you don’t have a hair trigger. The bright blue light of her magic gets brighter as the toy moves faster and deeper into her dripping, velvety folds. You react accordingly, speeding up your moderate paced fap to an accelerated stroking. Even her sweat was perfect! Your forked tongue involuntarily lolls out of your mouth, watering; you want, no, need to taste her. It’s your destiny to pleasure Rarity, in any way she desires… but not now – in due time. You’ll just have to wait.
You can’t keep from thinking about how tight, warm and wet she would be, and how loud she would scream your name as she came. “Oh, Spike!" You could practically hear it as she climaxes, pushing you into your own orgasm. You pant deeply, inhaling air erratically, yet you still manage to keep your eyes affixed on the window, watching as Rarity twitches and writhes, then goes momentarily limp, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she catches her breath. You lean into on the wall beside the window, perhaps a bit too hard, and your left arm slips, knocking against the glass. “Shit.” You squeak out in a panicked whisper as you withdraw your hand as quickly as you can. Rarity screeches and, before you can open your wings to fly away, her magic aura encompassed your semi-hard cock. Your penis slowly begins dragging you forward under the guidance of Rarity’s magic. The sensation of her magic around your dick is more than enough to make you rock-hard again. There, on the window, is a large, white-clear splat dripping down the clear glass: cum, yours specifically. Oh, shit. Now you’ve done it.
Your vision goes purely white for a brief moment, as you are teleported into Rarity’s boudoir. The first thing you notice is that your clothes are missing. The next is that Rarity is standing before you, half covered in her robe. She absolutely reeks of feminine fluids, which only further enhances your arousal. You watch in amazement as she slowly licks her fingers, cleaning them of her sticky juices, and then brings them to her exposed breast, pinching her erect nipple between her index and middle finger. With the rest of her three fingers, she squeezes the soft flesh of her bosom, leaving you with butterflies in your stomach. Her azure magic is still around your erection, powerful and tight as ever. You feel as if you’re about to burst at any moment, your breath comes in short, desperate gasps. You’re so close, but she will not let you cum. With a devilishly large grin, Rarity inspects your sitting form. “So,” She begins. “My little Spikey-Wikey is a voyeur, huh?”
You blush at the nickname and simply grunt and bite your lip in response. You can’t move anything; your entire body is paralyzed by some kind of spell, which you can’t seem to break. “Tell me, Spikey, how long were you watching me?”
“L-long enou – oh god, please… I can’t…” Rarity tightens her grip around your manhood, clearly unhappy with your answer. At this point, you’re beyond being able to squeak out words – the pleasure is far too great. The only noise you seem to be able to make is a stifled moan. The tight, tingling sensation around your crotch is indescribable, unlike anything you’ve felt before. The aura inches a bit lower to encompass your balls, cupping them and squeezing, not painfully, but it still grabs your attention and forces you to squeak out another moan. The head of your manhood oozes out what feels like ounces of clear precum, dripping onto the rug beneath.
Rarity is clearly displeased with you ruining her expensive, ornate rug. She pushes you onto your back with a burst of magic and presses your erection against your belly with her foot and begins stroking it with the unimaginably soft under of her foot. It must be all of those spa visits, the somehow still functioning analytical part of your brain notes. You open your eye a crack and see that Rarity is enjoying herself, perhaps a bit too much. Her fingers are playing idly at her pussy; nectar drips down her inner thigh, yet you can’t find the strength to ask her permission to taste her honey.
Rarity sees you watching her get off. She removes her hand from her drooling sex and offers her fingers to you. You open your mouth to accept them and earnestly lick the digits dry, moaning at the hint of an oddly familiar taste that you can’t quite name. Her moaning sends another wave of ecstasy down your spine, making you shiver against your invisible restraints. Rarity slowly withdraws her fingers, and your back uncontrollably arches and the back of your skull pushes against the floor. “I… I’m sorry… oh god, please! Just let me cum!”
“Since you were so eager earlier, how about…” Rarity pauses to let out a throaty moan. “You earn it.” She says in a bitter tone as her magic slightly loosens, allowing you a bit more of your cognitive function. Your eyes clasp shut as your chest rises and falls rapidly. The steady beating of your heart is the only noise you hear amidst the silence that follows. Rarity commands you to open your eyes. You gaze in amazement upwards. She’s standing over you with both of her feet against either sides of your neck. You gawk at her immaculate sex; you’re practically drooling with anticipation. She straddles your face, then slides down to kneel over you on her knees with both of her hands against your temples, urging you. You oblige her intrusive demand and subconsciously take in the incredibly overwhelming scent of her arousal. You open your mouth and slither out your long, forked tongue. The psycho mistress seems to be pleased in your performance, though she’s trying her best to keep a straight face as she bites down on her lip to keep from crying out. She grinds against your open mouth with her hands back on her breasts. Against your restraints, you clench your hands into fists. If she would only let you, you would play with her nipples, but you can’t say anything under her thighs. Your tongue runs up the length of her lower lips and wraps around her clit, licking and playing with the overly sensitive fleshy pearl as your tongue continues licking at her puffy mound. You’re far too good. Rarity lets go of her tight hold on her lip and screams out, soaking your face in her liquids, which you eagerly lap up with your obscenely long tongue. Diamonds, you think. Incredibly sweet, almost painfully so. That’s what she tastes like. It’s like dragon heaven.
Rarity blushes deeply as she regains herself from a mind-shattering climax – which you gave her. “Spikey.” She says in an oddly loving tone, very different from the condescending tone she was using prior. “You’re quite t-the… cunning-linguist.” You take great pride in her complement. Rarity said you were good at eating pussy. Rarity!
“P-please, Rarity… let me cum now! It hurts!” Rarity pays your pleas no mind and saunters over to your tortured manhood. She then lays down flat on her belly, smooshing her breasts against your balls and the base of your painfully hard cock. Your hips buck upwards at the sensation of Rarity’s hot breath on the head of your member. She’s teasing you, and you love every second of it. After an indeterminable amount of time, you feel Rarity’s petit hand grip your shaft. Her thumb slides up the soft underside of your length, slowly trailing up your urethra. Small beads of thick precum leak out of the head, which Rarity eagerly laps up with her trained tongue. The sensation of lips slowly encompassing the tip of your dick, making your already addled head grow lighter, slipping deeper and deeper into heaven. Her head slowly moves down as her deft muscle swirls around your girth. Those giant blue eyes looking up to you with your cock stuffed in her mouth makes your length twitch deep in her throat. Rarity laughs, feeling your manhood jump, sending powerful vibrations down your rod. The magical tingling sensation is there, moving in circles around the opposite direction that Rarity’s tongue is swirling. Your moans are silenced by another spell; clearly she’s has heard enough of your insistent whining.
Your mistress stops sucking you, though she does not leave your member unattended before kissing the incredibly sensitive head, leaving a bright purple lipstick kiss around your tip. You struggle to moan against the spell, but the enchantment seems to have ebbed into your vocal cords, rendering you completely mute. You don’t know how much more of her abuse you can take, she has had you on the edge of orgasm for over an hour now, or at least what feels like an hour. You can’t quite tell, as your mind is swimming in pleasure. Something warm and soft wraps around your cock. You struggle to look down against your restraints and see Rarity’s alabaster breasts burying your erection. The only thing you can see of your penis is the bright red head, which pokes out at the topmost part of Rarity’s incredible cleavage.
You struggle to form a coherent though as Rarity begins to slowly move her breasts up and down your length at a painfully slow pace. Again, with the godforsaken teasing, you think. As time slowly passes and you’re certain that your inner cheek is bleeding from biting down so hard, Rarity begins to quicken her pace with a steady rhythm. Each time your head poked through her breasts she licks at it, lapping up any precum that seeps out from your abused manhood. You feel the familiar pressure of a climax building up in your belly, though its much more powerful than normal. Had she gotten rid of the spell? Or perhaps it was a curse? Her speed quickens drastically as you feel her heavenly bosom milk your cock. You find yourself able to moan again, and use the opportunity to tell Rarity that you’re close. “I know, darling.” She says in between licks.
Every muscle in your body tenses, then relaxes as you feel release within your proverbial grip. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, thinking that you’re finally going to be able to climax. Rarity grins deviously, clearly planning something. The immense stimulation suddenly disappears. With all of your strength, you thrust upwards against the restraints as you feel Rarity’s soft tits pull away from your cock. The spell around your manhood dissipates too, leaving your erection twitching and bobbing with a painfully ruined climax as you shoot cum all over your bare chest. How humiliating. After taking a long moment to catch your breath, you see Rarity is standing over you again. She lies down again and licks your cock clean of cum, forcing you to writhe at the overly sensitiveness of your still-hard manhood. She makes her way up, cleaning your chest of all the thick, white splotches of spooge. Rarity crawls over to your mouth and, despite your reluctance, forces you to kiss her. Her thighs wrap around your cock as the both of you make out, soaking your length in her feminine fluids as you share more than saliva with each other, teasingly grinding her lips against your length. Her tongue dances around yours skillfully; clearly she has had some practice over the years.
At this point you’re completely exhausted, as evident from your lack of tongue play. Rarity clearly has plans that suggest otherwise. Her fleshy thighs tighten around your cock, and your body complies with her tacit demand. The single-sided make out ceases, ridding you of the taste in your mouth, which Rarity seems to think is divine. Feeling your revitalized tool poking into her butt cheek, Rarity slowly moves backwards to lay down on your belly. She shakes her hips tantalizingly at your face, and, being the gentleman that you are, you oblige her. In turn, she begins licking your length, covering it in her saliva. Your exhaustion slowly fades away as you lick Rarity with nothing in your head but determination and pleasure.
“I don’t think we need these anymore.” Rarity says, referencing your restraints. “You’ve clearly learnt you lesson… for now.” A sigh escapes your lips. So, she does have some mercy after all. You clench your wrist in your hand and roll it around to relieve the stiff muscle. With newly given freedom, you sit up slightly and bring your open palm down on the pale, alabaster white ass before you. Hard. Rarity clearly enjoys it, as she moans onto your cock even louder. Again, you strike her flesh and smirk as her rump jiggles slightly. With a thumb pressed into her tight ass, you continue to lick the dripping pussy in front of your mouth, eager to repay the favor. Your long tongue renders the woman above you into a quivering mass of sweat and moans. Many minutes pass by in this awkward position, but neither of you mind. The heat that Rarity produces is almost overpowering.
“Rarity, could we –“ She answers you before you finish.
“Of course, darling.” Wow. She’s definitely back to her normal self, albeit still very horny, every after cumming at least two times, probably more for all of your knowledge. Rarity turns around above you and sits mere inches above your erection, standing proudly, covered in her saliva. And then, she slowly impales herself on your manhood, silently screaming with her fingers in her mouth. Finally, you are able to reach her breasts. You give them a good squeeze, the consistency reminding you oddly of marshmallows, though her boobs aren’t quite as squishy. With the thought of her marshmallow breasts in your mind, you crane your neck up and extend your tongue to wrap around her left areola. Your right hand adheres her other breast as to not leave it unaccommodated. She certainly doesn’t taste like marshmallows: she tastes salty and sweet with sweat.
Rarity’s idle hands find their way to your chest as she moves up and down your excited manhood, eager to milk you for every ounce of your seed. “I’m close, dah – Spike.”
“M-me too,” You struggle to find the words to say with her tightness around you. Rarity is panting as she continues to fuck you, though she’s fastly tiring. Caught off guard, you gently push her forward and thrust as powerfully as you can, feeling an incredibly resistance against the head of your member as you near her cervix. Your head finds its home on her breasts, and you eagerly bite at her areola, and use your hand to pinch her nipple with your nail, eliciting a high pitched moan from Rarity as she cums. A torrent of warm liquids soaks your crotch, sending you into your own climax. You look up to Rarity’s giant, cerulean eyes, not needing words to communicate. Do it inside, her eyes say, Cum inside me! You shoot your load deep into her, filling her womanhood with your thick seed. Moaning onto her breast, you feel a weak hand brush through your bright green hair, pulling slightly. You look up to see Rarity with half-lidded eyes, looking to you with a loving gaze, then the hand on your head goes limp and the woman underneath you falls asleep. Unable to move, you make your nest between Rarity’s breasts, using them as a pillow. Shortly thereafter, sleep consumes you, leaving you to a black, dreamless and rejuvenating rest. You never did get around to asking Rarity if you could borrow some bits. Perhaps you’ll ask her when you awake from your slumber.
Author's Note
Oh, hai, it's Valentine's day. What a coincidence. Welp. After staying up for nineteen hours, this seemed like a good idea, so I spent the next six more writing this and then four days editing/refining it, making this the fic that I have put the least amount of overall time into. Does it show? I really do enjoy any and all criticism/comments.
