Rarity stumbled against the nearby wall and let out a soft moan through her labored breathing. She bit her lip as she continued walking, leaning against the wall just in case she lost her balance from the sheer myriad of feelings that flooded inside of her. Rarity’s hoof ran between her hind legs, brushing against the leaking cunt that remained unpleased and begging for a release from the match that took place merely minutes ago. She moaned out once more as her hoof rubbed against her swollen clit, and gasped as her balance left her.

Rarity’s chin hit the hardwood floor and she winced before rolling onto her back, revealing her body to any passersby. She rubbed a forehoof against her wet pussy and moaned out as she stared up at the ceiling, drool collecting at the sides of her mouth as she clopped in the hallway.

She turned towards the nearest door and pulled herself to her haunches once she realized the plaque emblazoned on the door. Rarity smiled and started to drool as she placed her soaking forehooves on the door. With one swivel, the door opened to reveal a familiar figure sitting in an office chair.

“M...Master,” Rarity mumbled as she slid inside of the room on her haunches, a trail of pussy juices leaking onto the hardwood floor behind her.

“Ghlllk!”

Discord placed his hand out of Rarity’s vision as the mare tilted her head down in a sign of respect for her Master. The Spirit of Disharmony smirked upon the sight of one of his slaves and he looked down at the mare who couldn’t stay quiet.

Sweetie Belle’s eyes watered as she choked and gagged on the cock that was no doubt tickling her tonsils as it cut off her air supply. Her forehooves slid from Discord’s hips to the floor as Discord placed his talons underneath Sweetie Belle’s chin and eased her up and off of his cock. Sweetie Belle gasped for air and leaned her head against Discord’s lizard leg, panting while the Master decided to speak.

“Very good match out there, Rarity. You sure showed Applejack how to fuck a slut like her,” Discord said as he snapped his fingers. A television lit up behind him, the gigantic screen comprised of nearly thirty different camera angles of the dressing rooms and wrestling ring until it zoomed in on the recorded footage of Applejack spraying her love juices all over Rarity’s face. Discord licked his lips and placed his paw onto Sweetie Belle’s cheek. “I did not say that you were finished. If you can’t take the whole thing, then at least be useful and lick it,” Discord said with an annoyed tone.

Sweetie Belle’s eyes widened and she quickly returned to her duty. Her forehooves grasped Discord’s cock and she guided the head to her lips. She opened her mouth and slid her cheek slowly across the head, the cock’s precum and Sweetie’s saliva creating a nice mark on her fur. She moaned out softly as she opened her mouth and slid Discord’s cock back in, a slight gag coming from her as Discord pressed his talons down onto her mane, urging her to go farther.

Rarity’s ears perked up once she heard the moan and she looked into her Master’s eyes, a slightly raised forehoof pointing under Discord’s office desk. “I.. I think I heard my sister, Master,” Rarity said. “Forgive a filthy slut like me for asking, Master, but do you have my sister underneath your desk?”

Discord merely smiled and raised his unused paw and snapped his fingers. The office desk levitated up to the ceiling, revealing the mare who was between Discord’s legs. Rarity’s eyes widened as she surveyed her sister. Sweetie Belle’s elongated chest slid up and down Discord’s thighs as she stared down at his lap, her throat being used as a mere cock sheath for her Master, for everypony’s Master.

“I have more than just your sister,” Discord said, “I have your sister, aged up to the same age as you!” Discord chuckled and snapped his paw again. The desk slammed back down to the floor, covering the new mare’s shame of sucking a dick in front of her sister. Discord clicked his tongue a few times as Sweetie Belle uttered a surprised moan once he jammed the last few inches of his cock into her throat. Sweetie Belle’s face started to redden and she tried to pull back, but Discord placed his talons on the back of her head and kept her still.

“Don’t try to fight it, Sweetie Belle,” Discord muttered, loud enough for Rarity to hear. “You shouldn’t have that gag reflex anyway. Your sister has trained it away long ago, hasn’t she?”

As if on cue, Rarity straightened her posture on her haunches and smiled, nodding her head once. Her loins reminded her of the denial that was given to her back in the ring as she tried her hardest to keep her composure. She had to be a good pet.

“Yes, Master! I trained it away the first day that you used me as your sheath!” Rarity said. She slid back to her fours and let out a small moan. “Please, Master, can I suck it too? I won my match for you... please let me suck it with my sister?”

Rarity began to crawl over to Discord’s desk and managed to place her forehooves onto it before Discord shook his head. Rarity retreated back to her haunches and pouted while Sweetie Belle gagged and retched before Discord retreated a few inches, allowing the mare to breathe.

“You can have my cock when I say so, Pet. Don’t be greedy,” Discord said as he imitated brushing her away with his talons. “I have two more pets that I have to train before the day is up. You won your match, go take your paycheck and rest before your next match.”

Rarity nodded her head and squirmed around on her haunches, biting her lip as she tried to find a way to relieve her tension. “M...Master? Can you... send a stallion to my dressing room? I didn’t.... get off when I fucked Applejack... I need a cock... please?”

Discord looked over to Rarity and emitted an exaggerated sigh. “Fine... I guess you did win. Wait in your dressing room. I’ll send somepony since I know you can’t live without a nice cock in you.”

Rarity giggled and bounced to her fours, and started to walk around the desk to thank her Master, but Discord snapped his fingers and pointed to the door. Rarity fell back to her haunches and merely nodded as she crawled over to the door and slid outside into the hallway. A loud gag came from under the desk as the door closed behind her.

~~~

The mare emitted a hefty grunt as she lightly placed her cello case upon the carpet floor. Once the burden was relieved from her shoulders, she raised a hoof and wiped a small amount of sweat from her brow. She smiled as she stared down at the black case. A silver plaque with the mare’s name was engraved onto it, the word “Octavia” shining under the light of the nearby desk lamp. The gray mare brushed a bit of her mane back into line when it fell over her left eye, and she jumped a small amount upon feeling a loud vibration echo through not only her rump, but her ears. It sounded like... that music that played at clubs. Octavia couldn’t really put her hoof on it, but that didn’t really matter as she turned around to face the other side of the room, where the wub came from.

An alabaster mare sat on top of a stool, her hind legs spread to reveal electric blue panties with a little lace in the middle. The panties hugged the mare’s hips as a forehoof moved between her legs and settled on the stool, keeping her balance despite the wub. A familiar pair of purple glasses concealed her violet hues and due to the lack of any eyebrow movement, her expression as well. All Octavia could gather from this mare was that she was smirking, but she didn’t know why.

Octavia blinked as she remembered the plaque on the door that she took one glance at. The mare’s name, Vinyl Scratch, was no doubt on it. Octavia smiled sheepishly, a little relieved that she didn’t forget this mare’s name. It was odd. She had a feeling that she met this mare before, but wasn’t sure where. Vinyl broke the ice first.

“Sup, newbie?”

Octavia’s eyes widened and she frowned slightly, not appreciating her nickname. “My name is Octavia. I’m assuming that you are Vinyl Scratch?”

“The one and only,” Vinyl replied as she leaned back against the stool, her stylish mane brushing against the vanity mirror that was behind her. The vanity seemed to be more for the mirror than anything else, since there was a definite lack of makeup. On either side of the vanity however was a speaker, with the main stereo below the vanity and behind Vinyl’s stool. Octavia could make out a few green lights and the pause symbol, which was self-explanatory.

Octavia grimaced slightly. “I’m assuming you are one of... those ponies?” she asked.

Vinyl’s smirk turned into a frown as she outstretched her forehoof. Inside of that hoof was a remote, no doubt for the stereo. “What do you mean by ‘those ponies’?” Vinyl asked. “Am I not allowed to give you a nice and wubby welcome?”

Octavia frowned. “You can give me whatever welcome you wish, but I would prefer to leave my ear drums intact, thank you.”

Octavia turned back to her cello case and picked it up, before she placed it in a corner of the room. Upon making sure that it was nice and stable, she heard one sound that always got on her nerves.

“Pfft.”

Octavia immediately turned around.

“Excuse me?”

Vinyl’s smirk widened. “Perhaps you didn’t hear me.” She inhaled loudly, expanding her chest, before she made the noise again. “Pfft.”

Octavia growled. “Do you have a problem with my desire to actually be able to hear by the time I have foals?”

Vinyl scoffed and placed her remote on top of the vanity. “You’re acting as if any stallion would have foals with you. I know where you come from. That cello case, your uptight hair. Everything about you oozes pretentiousness. You’re probably from Canterlot, the place where fun is watching other horses race and staring at boring as fuck art.”

Octavia’s right eye twitched, but she couldn’t think of a suitable insult. Vinyl continued.

“Word on the street is that Canterlot ponies are the worst lays. Why are you even here, in the Erotic Wrestling Entertainment business, if it isn’t going to be entertainment for anyone?” Vinyl snickered. “Watching you fuck other ponies is going to be like watching your concerts. Boring... as... fuck.”

Octavia’s teeth gnashed together as she distanced herself from her cello and walked over to Vinyl. She placed a forehoof onto Vinyl’s hip and held her still before her angered expression turned into her own smirk. “What better way to prove you wrong, then in the ring?” Octavia asked.

Vinyl raised her right forehoof to her glasses and slowly removed them, revealing her violet hues to the cellist. Her eyes seemed to glimmer as she wrapped her hind legs around Octavia’s neck and pulled her head close to her core. Octavia struggled to get out of her grasp, but Vinyl’s hind legs were powerful.

“Let’s say we make this interesting?” Vinyl asked.

“I thought you’d never ask,” Octavia replied as she placed her other forehoof onto Vinyl’s left side, teasing the hem of her panties. “If I win, you will only get to play that tripe music when I let you.”

Vinyl nodded as her hind legs began to crush Octavia’s neck, threatening her of their power. “And if I win, you’re going to be my bitch... for a whole week.”

Octavia’s eyes widened, but her composure was instantly retrieved and she nodded as well. “Deal.”

“Deal.”

Vinyl released Octavia and closed her eyes. Her horn began to glow light blue as a white shirt with a musical note emblazoned on the front began to levitate over to her. She pulled her head through the shirt and relaxed as she got down from her stool and walked over to the door. “Since we share a room now, some stallions are going to bring in your bed after your paperwork is all nice and filed. Talk to them about any furniture that you want, but not like it’s going to matter, since I’m just going to take my room back when you lose. I’m gonna get our match scheduled. You better get your ass ready.”

Octavia smiled and walked back to the center of the room. She collapsed on top of a white sofa and shrugged. “Just because you’ve been with more ponies, doesn’t mean you’re better at it,” Octavia replied.

Vinyl gritted her teeth but remembered her confidence and smirked. “Make sure to order a collar and a leash. You’ll need one when I’m done with you.”

With that, the door closed shut behind Vinyl. Once Octavia heard the hoofsteps that signaled Vinyl’s absence, only then did Octavia bury her forehoof between her hind legs, searching for her marehood. “The only way I can win... is if I ready my body,” Octavia whispered to herself. “Haah... I’ve only been with one stallion... I’m a goner...”

~~~

“Ngh... hah... that’s right... fuck me hard you dirty stallion.”

“Unh... eeeyup.”

Rarity yelped out as she was pressed against the cold metal of the lockers inside of her dressing room, her stomach bulging out due to the stallion’s intrusion to her body. She pressed her hooves against the locker room and closed her eyes in lust. Her body was on fire. Her win against Applejack merely an hour ago had built up a bubble of pleasure in her body that simply could not be relieved by a hoof. She tried everything that she could think of, but not even the telekinetic penetration of dildos into her wet snatch could get her off. Since Discord refused to give her his cock, she needed a nice stallion to split her in half, and now she was getting her wish.

Big Macintosh leaned into Rarity as he placed his forehooves onto her waist. He groaned out as he continued to thrust his sizeable stallion schlong inside of the fashionista-turned-slut. Rarity’s tail swished back and forth, rubbing against Big Mac’s chest while he held back the urge to instantly blow his load inside of her. She felt so divine... so fucking tight, like a succubus who wanted to drain him of his power. Every single suck of her insides on his cock and the moans that came out of her mouth furthered his desire to the point where a simple favor turned into a desire to impress. He kept one hoof on her right flank while his other grabbed Rarity’s mane and gave it a nice tug. Rarity whinnied in response.

“Ah, hah! Yes!” Rarity moaned out as Big Mac continued to slam into her body, her head arching back to rest on his shoulder. “Fuck me! Fuck me like the whorse that I am!”

“Unh... Uh...” Big Mac stopped for a moment as he felt the head of his cock poke against one of Rarity’s inner barriers. He released Rarity’s mane and moved the hoof back onto her hips, lightly exhaling due to the held back pleasure.

Rarity looked down and her eyes widened. Big Macintosh wasn’t even halfway inside of her! The inches of stallion meat that turned her into a whimpering, lustful little whorse was not even half of what he had inside! She felt her hind legs tremble as Big Mac slowly lifted her hind legs, removing her balance and placing it in his hooves. He kept her halfway on his cock, using his strength to keep her still as he raised her legs in the air. Then, with one movement, he pressed her against the wall for leverage and pushed.

She came right there. She fit on him like a new dress as every single inch of Big Mac’s throbbing cock sank into Rarity’s body. Her cervix didn’t even put up a challenge as Big Mac’s cock head slammed it aside and rested snug inside of her womb, pressing against the walls of her stomach. Rarity’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as her pussy clenched up. As Big Mac’s balls tapped Rarity’s ass, the mare’s pussy released a flood of juices, trailing down his balls and his hind legs until it formed a small puddle on the floor.

Big Mac groaned out as her womb begged to be filled up with his seed. Every single clench of her velvety walls begged for him to release, and he simply couldn’t handle it anymore. The newly-formed bulge in Rarity’s stomach only grew bigger as Big Mac’s cock throbbed, and then fired. Rope after rope of his cum shot off into Rarity’s womb, filling it up within seconds while the cum leaked down his cock and eventually dripped down onto his balls, mixing with Rarity’s cum to create a new concoction: the proof of their lust.

Rarity’s hind legs twitched. Never had she been filled up like this before. Her stomach was nearly double the size from Big Mac’s cum as her womb drowned in his baby batter. All of her weight seemed to drain out of her body. She felt like it was on a cloud, it was divine... blissful... nirvana.

Big Macintosh rubbed his forehooves up and down Rarity’s legs while she remained speared on his cock. He gave her neck a small kiss as her orgasm finally died down. Rarity was finally able to focus back on the lockers in front of her, and she smiled as she moved a forehoof around Big Mac’s neck. She kissed him on the cheek and looked down at her spread legs. A numbing sensation started to spread throughout her stomach as the heat of her lust finally died. Her body now began to reject the cock in her womb. She winced as Big Mac started to withdraw from her.

“Darling can you... lay me down on the couch? I... don’t think I’m going to be walking for a while,” Rarity asked.

Big Mac nodded his head and slowly tip-hoofed over to the crimson red couch, his forehooves on her waist to keep her still in case of any sudden jerks. Once he reached the couch, he gave her hind legs a few rubs with his hooves to relax her before he slowly started to pull out.

Cum leaked out of Rarity’s marehood and dripped onto the crimson couch as inch after inch of flaccid stallion cock retreated from Rarity’s womb and in turn, her body. Once the head popped out of her and hung inches from her body, he laid Rarity’s head down on the couch cushion and smiled gently.

Rarity smiled as well. “Thank you, Darling.”

“Eeyup.”

Big Mac left the dressing room, leaving Rarity alone with her afterglow. She laid on her back and placed her hoof between her legs, feeling the mess that was her pussy. She had been fucked literally senseless by that stallion, and now all she wanted to do was take a nap, eat, and then prepare for her next match, if she could even attend it. As the last amounts of Big Mac’s cum leaked out of her pussy and onto the couch, Rarity’s energy left her and she passed out.

Author's Note

Next chapter: Vinyl Scratch versus Octavia.

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