Erotic Wrestling Entertainment
Match One: Applejack vs Rarity
The crowd exploded into cheers as a stallion in a black suit moved to the center of the wrestling ring. Twenty thousand hooves clopped against the ground due to the beginning of one of Equestria’s highest viewed shows: Erotic Wrestling Entertainment. As the suited unicorn levitated a nearby microphone to his lips, the crowd immediately quieted down. “The following contest is a standard submission match. The rules are simple fillies and gentlecolts. The first one to squirt, loses. Introducing first, from Ponyville, Equestria, Rarity!”
An alabaster unicorn smiled and waved towards the crowd as she shrugged off her royal purple robe. As the robe met the floor, the mare’s beautiful body completely enraptured the crowd. Her choice of clothing also didn’t help. A dark blue pair of wrestling spandex hugged the mare’s hips, covering the goal that her challenger was going to try and stir up tonight. The second layer of Rarity’s uniform consisted of a sapphire-encrusted collar that covered her neck and radiated in the spotlight. Tied around her waist was a royal purple sash that provided the final layer of protection. The mare smirked as she looked towards her challenger. “A lady does not like to wait,” the mare said with a giggle as she took a step towards Applejack.
“And the challenger, also from Ponyville, Equestria, Applejack!”
The orange mare smirked as she hopped back and forth in her corner of the ring, her hat bouncing along with her. Applejack wasn’t as elaborately dressed as Rarity, since she was more worried about her agility in a match like this. Those who had been in the EWE for a while learned that you could either pick a lot of layers of clothing for defense, or you could wear nothing at all. Some would think that it was dumb to wear almost no clothing, but Applejack knew that if she wore less, she moved quicker. She also wouldn’t get as hot as someone who wore a lot of layers, so her orgasm would be delayed if it was trying to be pressured out of her. Applejack wore a simple pair of orange spandex tights that hugged her form and covered her cutie mark. The only other piece of attire was her Stetson.
As the ring bell echoed through the stadium, both mares met at the center of the ring and locked glares for a moment, their faces merely inches away from each other. Rarity brushed her mane out of her face while Applejack tilted her head to the side, and the both of them rushed forward and locked lips. Both mares moved to their hind legs as forehooves pressed against one another. Rarity’s hooves slowly slid down Applejack’s shoulders and cradled her waist, while the challenger pulled the fashionista in for a deeper and more intimate kiss. Hips met as tongues danced and thrashed about inside of Rarity’s mouth. Applejack managed to fight back and press her tongue against Rarity’s teeth. The mare couldn’t even resist as she felt her mane being pulled and in an instant, she was on her back. Applejack’s hat flew off of her head as she followed the now defenseless mare.
Rarity let out a small “oof” as the kiss broke from their distance. Applejack immediately went on the attack and pressed her forehooves down on the mare’s shoulders, pinning her against the mat. One of her hind legs immediately brushed the sash out of the way and her ankle pressed between Rarity’s legs, right up against her snatch. The mare moaned out as Applejack’s ankle rubbed up and down against the spandex. Electric jolts of pleasure shot up her body, but Rarity was not going to let herself be dominated this easy. She placed her forehooves on Applejack’s neck and managed to kick away the invading leg before she wrapped her hind legs around the mare’s waist.
Her mouth started to attack the cowmare, as she grabbed small amounts of the mare’s neck flesh and bit down. Applejack gasped and her eyes rolled into the back of her head, her weakness being exploited. Rarity rolled until Applejack was on her back and continued the onslaught. She trailed the bites down Applejack’s neck, her whole body sliding down until her mouth was level with Applejack’s spandex-covered marehood. The fashionista smiled as she gave one methodical lick up the covered labia. Applejack’s back immediately arched up, her chest pointed to the ceiling as Rarity grabbed her hind legs and held her still. “You aren’t going to win against me... Applejack,” Rarity said, her voice slightly muffled by her ministrations.
Rarity continued as she trailed her tongue up and down Applejack’s outer lips, wanting to end this match early so that she didn’t have to withstand the sexual frustration of a long match. If there was anything that Applejack possessed that Rarity did not, it was her almost unpony-like stamina. She had to make this a “quickie”, so to speak.
Applejack sat up as Rarity continued to assault her pussy, trying to resist the pleasure, but once she felt the spandex being pushed against her outer lips, almost penetrating her folds, the orange mare fell back with another moan.
Rarity smirked and swirled the spandex around Applejack’s cunt, her lungs begging for her to take a breath instead of continuing the assault. As Rarity took a second to pull back and catch some air, Applejack attacked.
Applejack quickly grabbed onto Rarity’s hair, found the bow that kept her hair in check, and quickly yanked it. Rarity’s hair instantly fell like a curtain against her face and she moved back to her hooves so that she could brush the locks of hair that were blocking her face. When she finally managed to move the hair, Applejack attacked.
The orange mare tackled her opponent onto her back and sat on her lap, completely pinning the mare. “Now it’s mah turn,” Applejack said as she placed her forehooves on both sides of Rarity’s neck. She leaned her head down and locked lips with the fashionista once more. Rarity didn’t even get a chance to wield dominance, since it was immediately beaten down by the cowmare’s tongue. Applejack’s tongue explored her mouth, rubbing against her gums and the top of her mouth as a forehoof moved to rub through Rarity's disheveled mane. The mare felt a shiver go down her spine as her own weakness started to be exploited. Oh Celestia how much she loved to be treated like a lady... and rutted like the whorse that she was.
Unfortunately, Applejack did not carry this kind of equipment, but a mere thought of being rutted quickly shook Rarity from her mindset. If she was thinking about being rutted, her body was going to soon ask for it. Sweat slowly started to drip down the mare’s chest as she ran her forehooves down Applejack’s waist. She had to find some way to stop her... she was going to cum at this rate. Rarity’s hoof ran along Applejack’s spandex, which only made the onslaught on her mouth and hair more tenacious. She felt her mane being pulled as her chin was tilted up and the kiss deepened. Rarity quickly slid her hoof down Applejack’s back until she reached her tailhole. With one little jab, Applejack’s eyes widened. She gasped in the kiss and right as her grip on Rarity’s hair softened, she was pushed off and onto her back. Rarity did not follow however, she needed to get some air.
Rarity moved over to one of the corners of the ring and panted as she pressed a hoof against one of the ropes. Her hair once again fell in front of her face and she brushed it back, along with collecting a few droplets of sweat that permeated her forehead. Applejack got back to her hooves and smirked while she waved around Rarity’s sash. The alabaster pony’s eyes widened as she looked down. Her spandex tights was the only piece of clothing that now covered her marehood, but the juices that soaked into the tights now formed a visible stain. Rarity glared at Applejack as the mare pressed the sash to her nose and inhaled. Some of Rarity’s pussy juices had stuck to the sash during one of their submission holds, and Applejack enjoyed the musk as if it was her own. It was just step one of Rarity’s submission.
Rarity growled and charged at Applejack. In order to avoid another submission hold, she quickly strafed to the side and tossed Applejack into one of the corners. Applejack’s back met the turnbuckle pad and she let out a small “Oof,” before Rarity tackled her and pressed her body against the other. Applejack felt the wind being knocked out of her as Rarity pressed her hind leg against Applejack’s core. Rarity’s knee began to rub and caress the already burning pussy lips. Applejack tried her hardest to pull back, but Rarity kept her face still as she was attacked with another deep kiss. Applejack’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as she tried to inch her hips away from the interloping knee, only to fight back with pure brute force as she broke the kiss and pushed Rarity away from her. The mare took a few steps back, drool sliding down the sides of her mouth as her smirk widened. Applejack was running out of steam, it was only a matter of time.
Rarity rushed at Applejack once more, but the cowpony was quick. She dropped to her haunches and grabbed onto Rarity’s hind legs. She pushed Rarity onto her back and sat next to her hind legs, the mare’s pussy in her face and ass in the air while her hind hooves pressed down against Rarity’s shoulders. Applejack smirked at her clever reversal and didn’t waste any time before she capitalized. Tongue met spandex as the musk of Rarity’s pussy met the orange mare’s nose once more. It smelled so alluring, so delicious; it smelled like victory. Applejack spread Rarity’s hind legs as far as they would go and wrapped her forelegs around them. Using her superior strength, she held Rarity's hips still as she started to lick.
Applejack’s tongue traced up and down the scented stain in Rarity’s tights. She pressed the spandex against Rarity’s pussy lips, before she raised her head and bit down on the top of the tights. Rarity’s eyes widened and she struggled as hard as she could, only to be met with an equal resistance as her hind legs were pulled closer together and her tights were pulled up and off of her marehood. Her puffy outer lips met the cold air of the stadium as Applejack continued until not a thread of the tights was protecting her pussy. Rarity moaned out as she pressed her forehooves against Applejack’s hind legs, her arched back stretching even more, her body begging to move so that it could let go of the tension. Applejack kept her still however, since the torture had yet to begin.
Applejack slowly licked all the way from Rarity’s tailhole to the outer lips of her marehood. Rarity pressed her hind legs against Applejack’s shoulders and started to apply pressure. The attacker remained tenacious. Another lick, followed by another, followed by another until Rarity was practically leaking juices, her pussy a complete mess. Not many could figure out whether it was Applejack’s spit or Rarity’s juices that was leaking down her thighs, but the crowd hardly cared. Rarity finally managed to push Applejack off of her and she quickly pulled her tights back over her hips, but shuddered as she felt the pool of saliva and precum squish against her lips. She closed her legs and moaned out, one of her forelegs moving to quickly yank her spandex off of her form. They were too stained now, wearing them at this point would be a disadvantage.
Applejack smirked as Rarity tossed her tights above the ring and out of sight, a small sloshing sound drowned out by the crowd’s cheering as the tights were picked up by a nearby referee. Rarity merely smirked and beckoned Applejack to come closer. “I’m not done yet, you ruffian.”
“You will be,” Applejack replied as she closed the distance between herself and her opponent. The two mares locked lips once more, only for Applejack to be tripped as Rarity broke the kiss a little earlier than Applejack expected. The naked mare followed Applejack onto the mat and quickly grabbed her hind legs. She wrapped her hind legs around Applejack’s waist and sandwiched her pussy between the spandex covered lips of the cowmare.
Rarity felt more waves of pleasure spread up her spine, but she had to hold them back. Once she got Applejack’s spandex off, she would win. After all, she had one thing that Applejack didn’t: a horn. Unfortunately, magic is mostly banned in EWE matches, but that doesn’t mean that it couldn’t be used for other purposes. Again and again Rarity’s hips slammed into Applejack’s, who sat up to see the slow collection of her own pussy juices inside of her spandex. She moaned out and could barely keep herself upright as her back hit the mat once more.
Rarity couldn’t do this for much longer. As their labias kissed and intertwined in a dance led by the leader, she felt pressure starting to fill up in her lower belly. It was the ultimate sacrifice... all to merely get those spandex off. The mare looked between Applejack’s legs and her exhausted expression turned to one of joy as she realized that Applejack’s tights were completely soaked in juices. There was no way Applejack could continue if she kept those tights on.
Applejack growled and pulled back from Rarity before she quickly slid her tights down her legs and tossed them out of the ring. The fashionista was already rushing towards her for another submission hold, but Applejack quickly moved to the side and avoided the mare’s tackle. Rarity ended up entangling herself in the ring ropes and she gasped out as Applejack’s hooves smacked her flank. Applejack pressed Rarity’s chest against the ropes, pinning her there as she raised another hoof and smacked it down upon Rarity’s ass. “Who’s your mistress?!” Applejack asked as she smacked Rarity’s asscheek again, leaving a red mark where her hoof was.
Rarity’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as her flank continued to be abused for the whole crowd to watch. Applejack spanked her again and again, alternating between each ass cheek until they were both a beautiful shade of pink. Applejack let go of Rarity and the unicorn fell to her haunches, her eyes staring off into space as her pussy leaked a puddle beneath her on the ring mat. Her fur started to get soaked from the juices and she even felt a small amount drip onto her lower back as Applejack fell to her back and lifted Rarity’s hips. Applejack sat Rarity right onto her face and ran her tongue up and down the mare’s leaking labia. “Mmm.” Applejack hummed over the lady’s pussy, vibrating the lips as her tongue ran over the inner lips before it started to invade.
Rarity’s eyes widened and she turned to face away from the ropes. She tried to get up, but Applejack’s forehooves kept her still. All she could do was move her back, so that’s exactly what she did. Rarity moaned out, her forehooves moving to Applejack’s waist as she pulled the mare’s hind legs up and stared at her dripping pussy. Rarity lowered her head, closed her eyes, and thrust her head forward. Her horn impaled Applejack’s pussy, the first inch easily being sucked inside. Applejack’s hind legs twitched as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Her forehooves lost their grip on Rarity’s hind legs and her tongue fell back into her mouth as the unicorn continued. Every single inch sank inside of Applejack’s soaking cunt until Rarity’s head tapped against Applejack’s ass cheeks. “A lady knows how to... thrust!” Rarity yelled out as her horn rested snug inside of Applejack’s cunt, poking her cervix and completely setting her off.
Rarity could feel Applejack’s walls completely lose it. They tensed and the unicorn felt her vision fog over as Applejack’s cum spilled all over her face. The mare opened her mouth, allowing the juices to collect on her tongue so that she could sample the delicious taste of victory. Rarity smirked as she closed her eyes, allowing Applejack to coat her face in cum until not another drop could be spilled. Rarity slowly pulled her head back from Applejack’s waist and let her hips hit the mat before she moved back to her hooves. The cowpony was staring off into space, her fur soaked in sweat and juices. A hefty collection of Rarity’s own juices remained on Applejack’s tongue, but the poor mare couldn’t even think about swallowing it. The orgasmic bliss was simply too great.
Rarity’s horn dripped a few droplets of Applejack’s cum onto the ring as the crowd exploded into cheers. The referee moved into the ring and held Rarity’s hoof up into the air. “The winner of this match, by orgasm domination, Rarity!”
Rarity smirked as she looked back towards the twitching mess that was Applejack. She slid out of the ring, grabbed the farm pony’s hat, and placed it directly over her soaking marehood. “I hope you enjoyed it,” Rarity said as she took her stained spandex in hoof. Applejack’s cum dripped off of the winner’s face and horn, forming a trail behind her as she walked backstage.
Applejack looked like a complete mess. Her face and hips were completely covered in a mixture of her cum, saliva, and sweat. A puddle of her cum soaked her hind legs while Rarity’s precum soaked her cheeks and mane. She merely stared up at the ceiling, completely spaced out as a referee moved over to her to check her pulse.
~~~
“G...gonna cum. Drink it up, Slave.” Discord pushed down on the back of his slave’s neck, eliciting a gag as the entire length invaded and pushed past the poor pony’s throat. Discord smirked and let out a small growl of pleasure as his balls emptied into his choice of a slave for the commercial break. “It was such a damn good idea to come back... I wonder who should go in the ring next? After all... I have an eternity of this to enjoy... I might as well have fun while doing it.”
The chaotic being’s face twisted into an evil smile as he withdrew his cock from his personal sheath and looked away from the television that was just broadcasting the match. “Anypony... or anyone I want can be in that ring. What am I in the mood for?”
Author's Note
Suggest some ponies to match up. Whoever gets the most votes will be in the next chapter.
Thanks for the conversation that lead up to this fic Exolief. You evil bastard.
I just realized that this was my first consensual fic... kind of. If they are forcing the other to cum, is that still consensual? xD
Erotic Wrestling Entertainment
The Challenge and the Cumshot
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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