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Rarity lay on her back on a large, comfortable bed, wearing a sexy pair of black panties that fit around her quite snugly, leaving the lips of her marehood outlined and leaving little to the imagination. Her hind legs were spread invitingly, and she had her head held up, looking at the door to the bedroom, a small and warm smile on her face.
It was not her bedroom. It was a special bedroom set up for her. The bedside table was stocked with boxes of tissue paper and wipes, with a conveniently placed empty trash can next to it. There were also several bottles of different kinds of lubricant on the table, some flavored, some thick and creamy, and others slick and watery.
The door opened, and in stepped a white unicorn stallion with a blue mane and small matching mustache. It was Fancypants, the one who had organized the event. Behind him, she could see a crowd of stallions, making her bite her lower lip in anticipation. The door closed, and they disappeared.
"Are you ready, Rarity, my dear?" Fancypants asked with a smile.
"Yes," she replied simply, and she could feel her heart beat quicker.
"Very well. Enjoy your evening, Miss Rarity. As always, I'll be right outside if you need me."
She nodded with a smile, and he opened the door, stepping out. He shouted to the long line of ponies, and Rarity could hear him clearly.
"Alright, maximum of three at a time. As you can see, there are three lines at the signs labeled M, A, and P. If you don't know what they stand for, then you've come to the wrong place," he said, and paused while the group laughed. "When you're finished, come on out and say which hole's open so we can let the next one in. Use lots of lube. We've showers for you to clean up in after you're done. Miss Rarity gets the final say on anything, and if she objects to anything, you are to stop immediately. If she has to yell for me, you will not be leaving here a happy stallion. Now, any questions before we begin?"
There didn't seem to be any questions.
"Very well, then. You three in front may enter."
The first stallion in was a blue earth pony with a blue mane several shades lighter than his coat. An orange unicorn stallion with a red mane followed, and the third to enter was a black unicorn with a white mane.
"Good evening... studs," Rarity said, her rear legs spread to allow them to stare at the puffy shape of her marehood straining against her tight black lace panties. And stare they did as they all approached her, licking lips and letting cocks droop from sheaths.
"I know I was in the A line, but mind if I try that mouth a little first?" the blue one ventured.
Rarity laughed. Normally she couldn't afford to spend time with foreplay during such events, but she was feeling particularly playful, and decided to reward his forwardness. "Please, darling. Come here, big boy. In the mean time, why don't you two take these off with your teeth?" she said, running a teasing and pristine white hoof over her lingerie. They all nodded in agreement and moved in. "What's your name?" She locked eyes with the blue earth pony that had boldly made the first move of the evening.
"Blue, Miss Rarity," he replied as he reached the edge of the side of the bed. The other two were at the end of it, crawling toward her wide-spread legs and beautiful spiral of a tail.
"Please, darlings, you can all just call me Rarity. Now, Blue, just stand over me and let me do the rest."
He nodded and climbed onto the bed, still in a standing position, and stepped over her head, smiling at her as he did. His cock was stiff now, and the two other stallions were presently giving her little kisses before pulling at the hem of her panties with their teeth. Aroused and eager to start, she gave the pink shaft above her an affectionate lick, and it jumped up to slap the blue belly above it. She giggled and licked again, earning the same reaction. Cocks were so fun. She opened her mouth and took the wide tip of it inside. Fun... and tasty.
Blue moaned softly, and his cock jumped yet again, but trapped in her mouth, it was really just more of a twitch. A drip of precum leaked into her maw, and she swirled her tongue over his cockhead expertly, lapping up the delicious little treat. By now, her panties were most of the way down her legs, and she pulled one leg in to free it, then kicked the garment away to Celestia-knows-where. Then, her legs were wide open yet again. She could feel her marehood wink, beyond ready to be filled, and the orange unicorn dove right in to lick at her eagerly. She moaned against the warm rod of flesh in her mouth and gave it a good, deep suck before letting it pop free.
"Ah... Oh, that's nice. Mmh, Blue, darling, be a dear and use the lube on the table there?" Rarity said gently. He grunted in affirmation, and she addressed the black stallion, presently lying on the bed. "You, mmh, ah, what's your name?"
"Coaldust, ma'am. Or, I mean, Rarity," he replied, then quickly added "from the M line."
"Come on up here, then, Coaldust. Let me taste that cock of yours."
He immediately stood and, as Blue had done, stepped over her face. His cock was a delightfully mottled pink and black, and she immediately took his tip into her mouth, swallowing it to the medial ring. Her pussy quivered as the orange pony lapped away. She pulled off of the tasty rod of flesh and cleared her throat.
"And you, there. You're good with your tongue, but what say we move on now, yes? I've got a lot of stallions to please. Don't want to fill up on appetizers, so to speak," Rarity said with a friendly smile. Her words were cheerful, almost musical, and the orange stallion nodded before eagerly mounting her. His cock poked at her wet folds, and easily found its way inside with a smooth thrust burying it halfway inside her. She moaned appreciatively, then returned her attention to the black and pink shaft hanging by her face. Her lips parted around the stiff member, and she dragged her tongue along its underside as she let it slide slowly into her mouth. The cock pumping steadily into her eager pussy elicited a singsong moan from her nose.
"Rarity?" came Blue's voice. She pulled off the cock and looked over at him, his shaft nestled against his fetlock, shining with freshly applied lubricant.
"Mmm, right. You," she said to the orange one still buried inside her, "come lay here where I am, on your back."
After a moment of shuffling, he was on his back. Rarity lay on top of him facing down, and used her magic to guide his cock back into her folds, where it stayed, quivering and twitching but otherwise still. Blue mounted her in a more traditional style, and she helped aim his slick member into her ponut. She eased him inside, and he moaned in a cute feminine falsetto as he entered her, stretching her experienced hole for the first time of the evening. Coaldust, standing at the head of the bed, mounted her the other way, presenting his still-wet stallionhood to her, where she could easily suckle and lick at it.
"Mmh... okay... everypony comfy?" She asked. They all confirmed they were good to go, and she began to move.
After taking Coaldust back into her maw, she truly had every hole filled. She let out a deep, satisfied groan around the fleshy shaft, pressing it deeper into her throat. It had been far too long since she had been so thoroughly stuffed. Her ass and pussy quivered as they stretched around their warm intruders that pumped in and out of her, and she was already hungry for the thick, creamy loads they promised. All three stallions gasped and grunted, their small sounds of satisfaction serving to arouse the horny mare even further. She ground herself against them all, needing to please them, and letting them please her in turn.
She pulled her mouth off of the stiff, leaking cock of Coaldust. "Mmmh, yes, just like that, boys. Fuck me!" she said before returning her attention to suckling on Coaldust's rigid cock. They sped up, her pussy and ponut being thoroughly pounded.
The orange stallion moaned aloud, and he hilted himself deep inside her quivering tunnel. She felt his cock twitch and jump as he spurted his seed inside her thirsty depths. His orgasm triggered one of her own, and her ass clenched around Blue's cock while her pussy milked the other. She loosened her throat and bobbed back and forth over the black and pink member stuffed inside her face, and Coaldust came too. His warm ropes of seed splashed against the back of her throat, and she pulled back to let some warm her tongue.
Rarity pulled off of Coaldust's cock once he stopped, and he dismounted from her, panting. She opened her mouth to show him the cum she had collected, then made a show of swallowing it before opening her empty maw.
"S-sweet Celestia," he said.
"Mmm, that was delicious, darling. I hope to see you again, Coaldust," she said with a wink.
The orange stallion pulled out from her marehood, semen dripping from it and onto his softening stallionhood. He sighed, content, and gave her a little kiss that she returned with a smile.
Blue, with his earth pony stamina, had yet to cum, and was still thrusting into her ass. He had to stop temporarily to let Rarity get off of the other pony. The two who had finished said short goodbyes, and seconds later, two new stallions were entering, cherry red and chocolate brown.
"Hey, boys," Rarity said, lying on her side with a leg lifted to show her messy pussy and still-gaping ass. "Come on over."
Semen oozed onto her dock and tail as she waited for them to approach. The brown pony circled around the side of the bed toward her head, and the red one crawled up from the foot of it.
"Blue, dear, go ahead and lay down on your side behind me, and continue at your own pace," she said.
The blue earth pony nodded and positioned himself behind her, and she helped him line his cock up with her ass using her magic once more. She let out a gentle hum of pleasure as he entered her again, and the red stallion was already on his side in front of her to penetrate her other needy hole. The brown pony lay down as well, at her head, and his semi-hard shaft, mostly pink, was dangling in front of her face.
She took the cock into her mouth with a warm smile. It was a little on the small side, which made it much easier (and in Rarity's opinion, much more fun) to fully take into her mouth. Her pussy was filled with a stiff and eager thrust, and with her ponut already being pumped in and out of, she again enjoyed the feeling of fullness. The deep satisfaction of having so much warm, needy stallion inside her drove her quickly to another orgasm. Her nethers and ponut contracted around the stallionhoods inside them, and she pushed her face forward until her snout was pressed up against a brown belly and her chin against his balls. With the cock's tip in her throat, she swallowed around it multiple times as pleasure shot through her entire body, making her squirm and moan.
"H-holy shit, Rarity," the brown one said. "I'm already close. Ah... fuck!"
The words only spurred her on to swallow harder, as she tried to earn a sticky reward from him. He shivered, and his tip flared in her throat as he grunted lewdly. Rarity breathed in deeply through her nose just before he came, and let his entire load go straight to her belly to join Coaldust's. She pulled back and sucked out a few droplets to taste until he was spent.
"Ah... ahhh, yes, this is... absolutely divine," she moaned as she was still being penetrated by two horny stallions. "Give me your cum, boys. Fill me with it."
Blue let out a grunt that morphed into a somewhat cute and feminine moan, and he buried his member deep inside her ass as he came. She could feel the small jumps and twitches of his cock as it emptied his seed into her, pooling where she needed it most. The third stallion came too, then, and another orgasm wracked her body. His wide tip fired his load in thick, creamy ropes. Rarity nearly screamed, and she was sure all the ponies waiting outside could hear her. Good. She wanted them to hear her.
All four ponies lay on the bed, panting. The stallions were spent, but Rarity was just temporarily winded. She floated some wipes over from the table and removed the excess fluids leaking onto her legs and tail.
"Mmm, that was fun. I hope to see you all next time, too," she said.
The three stallions exited the room, and soon enough, three more entered. One was a bulky black-coated earth pony with a white mane that Rarity recognized, named Forgesmith Hardhoof the Ironshod. Ponies just called him Hardhoof, as his full name was a mouthful (just as he himself was). Rarity licked her lips in anticipation, knowing exactly where he would be. Another was none other than Thunderlane of the Wonderbolts, and her curiosity grew. She wondered if perhaps Soarin had recommended her services. The third stallion was another unknown, a light purple unicorn with a straw-yellow mane. Before they started, she decided to address him.
"Hey there, handsome. What's your name?" she asked, giving him bedroom eyes that brought a blush to his cheeks.
"I'm, uh, Candlelight. It's nice to meet you, Miss Rarity," he replied.
Lying on her back with her legs together, she decided to test something by spreading them. His eyes widened, drawn to her moist marehood, but he quickly averted his gaze. She giggled.
"Candlelight, dear, you're quite free to look. You're about to be doing much more than that, no?" she teased.
He turned his head back and she heard his breath catch in his throat. Hardhoof laughed softly and approached the bed, circling to the side to climb up by her face. His thick, mottled cock bobbed up and down, and she gave it a loving suckle. Thunderlane began moving forward, then.
"I must say that I'm surprised to see you here, Thunderlane," Rarity said between slurps. "Did Soarin recommend me?"
"Ha... yeah. He's actually out there, right behind me in line," he replied. He made for the side table, telling Rarity just where he and Soarin would both be filling her. He began briefly inspecting and fiddling with lube bottles.
Candlelight was frozen in shyness, a rather common phenomenon with newbies. Rarity tongued Hardhoof's tip as she beckoned the purple gentlecolt over with a hoof. As he approached, she shuffled herself to the end of the bed and lay on her right side, lifting her left leg to again show off her glistening, cum-slick folds.
"Come now, dear, just put your forelegs up on the bed, and let your instincts take over," Rarity said. Her expert tongue swirled over Hardhoof's thick length as she kept her eyes locked with those of Candlelight. Shaky and uncertain, his arousal still won out, and he reared up to plant his forehooves on either side of her body. His cock was prodding her asscheeks, and she helped him find his mark with a bit of telekinesis.
"Oh, Moon," he gasped as his length slid into her well-prepared depths easily. He remained still, seemingly just getting used to the overwhelming feeling of warm mare wrapped around his most sensitive appendage. Rarity smiled despite Hardhoof's cock filling her maw, and she breathed an approving moan to them both. Then, she moved against him, and he gasped again. "Oh, sweet Night, and starry sky above."
The sweet boy seemed to have come from a family in the night guard or something, and she idly wondered if he knew any batponies as she squeezed and massaged his cute, inexperienced length. Thunderlane was taking his time with the lube, and she wondered if she could get the virgin to cum before he was done getting ready.
Holding her breath and loosening her throat, Rarity gulped down Hardhoof's entire length, finally earning a grunt from him, as she began to fuck Candlelight in earnest. He was quivering, no longer from anxiety, but from a pleasure overload, and his hitched breaths and tightened muscles told her that he was close.
Just as she felt Thunderlane pulling himself onto the bed behind her, Candlelight let out an adorable little squeal as he came inside her. His cock throbbed as seed shot from its tip, and his form stiffened, his motions becoming robotic thrusts fueled by instinct. Her heart melted when he collapsed onto her with a silly grin on his face.
Pulling free of Hardhoof's length, she giggled and stroked Candlelight's head with a hoof, planting a sweet kiss on his nose. "Mmm, you did very good, dear. This was your first time, no?" she asked. He nodded against her. "Well, you'll certainly make some mare very happy, I'm sure. Or if you want to do this again, Fancypants has my schedule for these events, and I'd love to see you again."
Meanwhile, Thunderlane was pressed up against her, lying on his side behind her, and he gently took a bit of her mane in his mouth and wrapped a hoof around her as his cock prodded at her rump. Her horn lit up and she helped ease him inside, humming softly as she kissed Candlelight on the lips.
Seemingly suddenly very aware of where he was and what he had just done, Candlelight burned bright red beneath his purple fuzz, and he pulled back and out of Rarity, looking away and coughing. "Um... thank you, Miss Rarity," he said, and fled through the door before she could tell him to just call her Rarity.
Not that she could with Hardhoof prodding the back of her throat again.
She moaned through her nostrils as Thunderlane hilted himself with a nice, swift thrust. He seemed very confident with his anal skills, and she imagined his cock had been buried inside Soarin plenty of times. She knew some of the things Soarin was into, and seducing his squadmates regardless of gender was one he had personally admitted to her in the past.
If true, she envied that stallion, because Thunderlane was hitting all the right spots.
Her pussy convulsed, feeling empty.
Luckily, the next stallion in line came in, and he wasted no time in mounting her just as Candlelight had. He was another one she recognized, Shoehorn, and he was a light green earth pony with a short tan mane. His cock slid into her easily, and she was once again full. So full of stallion. Warm, needy ponycock filled her every hole, and it was divine.
Her moans came in small bursts, as Hardhoof's cock prodded her airway, but her enjoyment was made clear in her desperate and feral noises she made.
Shoehorn pulled her leg up, and she knew exactly what was coming. Hot breaths tickled her rear hoof, then a warm tongue pressed against her sensitive frog. She wasn't normally into hoof stuff, but the extra little bit of sensation pushed her over the edge, and she came hard.
Her ass and pussy tightened around the cocks buried in them, milking them, and she pressed her face forward, hungry for more cock. All three stallions made their own sounds of pleasure, quieter than her squeals, but still music to her ears.
Hardhoof came first, his tip bursting like a dam, and rich seed flowed down her throat, where it could settle in her belly. She swallowed every drop of it, and Thunderlane came next, just as Hardhoof's orgasm ended. With another thick load planted in her rump, she quivered in ecstasy.
Shoehorn suckled on her hoof as he fucked her. Then, in a breathy and needy voice, he asked "Can I cum on your hooves?"
That took her by surprise, but, caught up in the moment, she kind of liked the idea. "Please do, darling," she said.
With a groan that was almost an animalistic growl, Shoehorn pulled out, and lowered her leg so that both of her hooves were together. Then, he clopped over them, eyes laser-focused on them, until sticky ropes of his seed landed on them. Rarity thought it felt a little funny, and a bit odd, but she loved how much he was enjoying himself, and she wriggled her hooves a little as he emptied his essence onto them.
Thunderlane and Hardhoof, still recovering, just watched curiously, but neither seemed to mind.
Once Shoehorn was done, Rarity spoke up. "Mmm, a lovely mess indeed. Be a dear and wipe them off before you go, though?"
The stallion nodded, with the biggest and dorkiest grin she had ever seen on his face.
After all three had recovered and cleaned up, they bid her farewell and exited the room. And, shortly after, three new hungry faces had joined her.
As promised, one was Soarin, who, after a quick hello, immediately went to the lube table to prepare.
One was another repeat customer, Gustave le Grand, a griffon that she had met on a train years ago. The third was a light grey stallion she had seen before in Canterlot, but hadn't properly met. She addressed him first.
"What's your name, darling?" she asked.
"Shamrock, miss," he replied. Indeed, his cutie mark seemed to be clovers.
Knowing Gustave's love for creampies (being a baker and all), she deduced what Shamrock was there for. She made a show of licking her lips, opening her maw just enough to let him get a glimpse inside it, then she smiled. "Well? Hop on up, cutie."
Shamrock nodded, eyes betraying his excitement (and just a little nervousness), and he climbed up onto the bed. Standing over her, he gave her a good view of his now-erect stallionhood, which she licked teasingly. She absolutely loved the taste of cock. The saltiness that was strongest at the tip, but only just enough to hint at something more, and working to earn the rewards of droplets of pre, which only made her hungry for the full blast of flavor. Oh, Celestia, she knew she needed this next one on her tongue and lips. She started with a nice little suckle, teasing herself by letting her tongue run across his tip, and getting that little hint that drove her crazy for more.
Gustave mounted her while she lost herself in Shamrock's flavor, and his oddly-shaped griffon member slid into her. It was tapered at the end, making penetration easy, but had a knot near the base that felt amazing once it was in. He started slow, "preheating" her as he liked to call it, thrusting just the first two thirds or so, and only teasing with the knot.
"Ah, Rarity," Gustave said with his Prench accent, "mon petite chou."
She had looked up what that meant once, and apparently it translates to "my little cabbage" in Prench. But they use it as a term of endearment there, and she supposed it wasn't any stranger than being called sugarcube or sweetie pie. So, with Shamrock's length deep in her maw, she moaned her appreciation and acknowledgement.
The bed creaked as Soarin climbed on, scooting himself up behind Rarity. Lubed up and ready, he closed in and let his muzzle rest just behind her ear as his cock found her stretchy, wet ponut. She didn't even need to guide him in, expert that he was on fucking her ass.
"Mmm, hey, Rarity," Soarin whispered quietly enough that she wasn't even sure either of the other two could hear, "have fun with Thunderlane?"
"Mm-hmmmn," she acknowledged against Shamrock's cock, who probably thought she was just being encouraging rather than answering a question.
Soarin pushed himself inside her gently. "You full of his cum?"
"Mm-hmm!" she replied, beginning to lose herself in the overwhelming fullness. Having three cocks inside her was one of her favorite things ever, second only to dressmaking.
Soarin hilted himself within her, and shivered. "Ohh, I think... I think I can feel it... Thunderlane's cum..."
Rarity, despite being incredibly turned on, nearly choked on Shamrock's cock as she held back a laugh. I knew they were fucking! she thought. Leave it to Soarin to be balls deep inside a mare and still be thinking of a stallion.
Not that it mattered, really. It was kind of sweet. And hot. She'd actually love to watch them go at it some time.
But, in the mean time, she had other things on her plate. Or on her palate?
Shamrock's cock was thrusting against her face in short, controlled jerks, and she was loving every second of it. Gustave's length was filling her marehood repeatedly, and his knot was going in any second now. Soarin seemed close to bursting before he had even started moving, just from the idea of fucking Rarity's ass while it was full of Thunderlane's seed.
Rarity twisted her tongue around Shamrock's member as she pushed forward to meet a thrust of his, and that seemed to do it. He grunted above her, and tried to push himself into her throat. But no, she had made a decision. Using a hoof, she stroked his slick flesh and pulled her face back, until only the tip was in her mouth. It flared, and her heart soared as the divinely salty burst of Shamrock's essence splashed against her tongue. A second spurt came, and she pulled back to let it coat her lips and drip down her chin. And meanwhile, Shamrock made really cute noises as he came, as if he wanted to be loud and was pouring all of his effort into keeping quiet.
As Rarity came once more, her pulsating nethers triggered more orgasms from the other two cocks inside her. Soarin spilled his seed deep inside her well-used ponut to join Thunderlane's, and Gustave pressed forward until his knot was inside her, where it stayed as he pumped his own load of catbird cum into his little cabbage.
The sweet mix of Thunderlane and Soarin's cum felt like a gay orgy inside her ass, and every stallion was invited. She hummed in delight, fully tasting Shamrock's cum as her breath flowed out her nostrils. Gustave's knot kept her nethers feeling full and so nicely stretched to their limit.
The group panted, sweaty and still coming down from their pleasure high. The afterglow lasted longer than Rarity normally allowed, but she was beginning to tire, closing in on her personal record for a single night. She counted mentally. Twelve so far, and her best was fifteen. She had planned to shatter that record tonight.
But for a couple minutes, she just basked in the moment, until Soarin pulled out.
"Love you, Thundy," he whispered in her ear.
"What was that, darling?" Rarity asked.
Soarin coughed. "D'ahh, nothing. I said that was lovely. Thanks again, Rarity."
"Mm, yes," Gustave said, "I shall see you next time, no?"
"I do hope so, dear. And that goes for you two as well, Soarin, Shamrock," she said, looking up at a dazed Shamrock. He looked down, and she made a show of licking his seed from her lips. "Mmmmmnh."
"Wow," Shamrock said, "I didn't know what I was missing. I'll, uh... yeah. Definitely doing this again."
"I can't wait," she replied, blowing him a kiss. Soarin was already out the door, knowing her general rule of staying no longer than necessary to keep the line moving, but Gustave was only just pulling his knot free from her, so she nodded to him. "And Gustave, dear, can you tell Fancypants that I need five minutes before he sends in the next group?"
The griffon nodded and made his way out, with Shamrock not far behind.
Lying on her back, Rarity let the cum ooze from her orifices. Feeling the large amount of warm semen drip out as she pushed it from her depths was a welcome reminder of just how much sex she had had. It came out in wet globs that made a mess of the comforter, but she wasn't worried. She shamelessly deposited all of it on the bed, then grabbed a small towel in her magic, dunked it in water, and wiped her marehood and ponut clean, as well as her dock and tail where it had dribbled. Then, after tossing it into a laundry bag, she got up and opened the closet, where several fresh sets of bedding were stored, and she took a new comforter from inside and swapped out the messy one, balling it up and placing it in a plastic bin inside the closet.
With that taken care of, she decided she probably had another minute or so, and used the time to put her black panties back on and lie on her back in a sexy pose for the next group. Beside being sweaty and sore and her mane being a bit messy, she felt fresh and ready for more dicks. Her pussy winked beneath the fabric, and she let out a small mewl of anticipation. Then, she heard Fancypants call in the next three. Her heart quickened, and she wriggled in place.
All three that stepped into the room were newcomers. The first in was a large unicorn with a white coat and short-cropped purple mane several shades lighter than her own. He looked like a guard, which she always loved to see. They weren't allowed to sleep with anypony for extended periods of time, so they were often pent up and eager. His golden helmet cutie mark strengthened her theory.
She asked him his name first.
"Polished Tip, ma'am, from the P line," he said. She groaned internally at what sounded like a name from a bad porno magazine, but soldiers often did have suggestive names. Maybe it was a running joke among Canterlot military that went too far, or maybe sex and fighting were similar enough that it was inevitable. Either way, when her eyes wandered down to the thick stallionhood hanging beneath him, she forgot all about it. She was glad Gustave had recently stretched her, because he would be a challenge to take otherwise.
The second stallion was a thin, dark green nerdy type wearing glasses. His mane was black and curly, and a simple quill cutie mark seemed to imply that he wrote a lot. He was also an earth pony. He was probably very good with his mouth. She regretted, then, that giving her oral was not an option, as there was simply no time for foreplay while there were still stallions in line. And by the end of the night, she was always beyond such desires anyway. She asked his name next.
"Quill. Uh, ma'am. Just Quill," he said.
"Mm, and which line did you come from, Quill?"
"Oh, right. The, uh, mouth line. Um, Miss. Miss Rarity. Ma'am."
She giggled. "Calm down, Quill. No need to be so formal here. I know Fancypants lays down some strict rules, but you'll find me to be much more lax. Just call me Rarity and relax, and we'll all have a good time together. As for you..." she said, looking at the third stallion. He had a medium-length straight, orange mane and a golden coat. He was also a pegasus, which surprised her. Wonderbolts aside, pegasi were not all that common for her to see here, and they were somewhat rare in Canterlot in general. Maybe he was part of the weather team? She was curious about his story, but simply asked his name.
"Deep Six," he said, with a voice so silky-smooth that it could almost be spread on toast. She didn't know the name, but she knew what it meant. Was he some kind of royal spy? A secret agent specialized in espionage and sabotage? He could have been a boring paper shredder for a large business, and it wouldn't have mattered by then, because her imagination was already running wild with ideas that made her marehood moist. She couldn't wait to let him infiltrate and destroy her ponut.
She didn't let her excitement show, however, and she remained professional. "Very well, Deep Six, go ahead and lube up. You other two, come here and help me out of these, would you?" she purred, running a pristine forehoof over her scantily clad ponetang.
Polished Tip grinned, and Quill blushed. Both came up to the end of the bed, where she had her legs splayed for them. Predictably dominant as most guards seemed to be, Polished Tip was the first to stuff his muzzle between her legs, taking a deep breath through his nose. Rarity giggled as his snout fuzz tickled her marehood, and her titter became a moan when he pressed against her there, letting his teeth and tongue drag across her panties.
"Mmh, dear, as much as I love foreplay, there are other stallions waiting," she reminded him gently. Taking the hint, he moved his mouth over to her leg and gripped her panties in his teeth. Quill did the same on the other side, and she noticed that while Polished Tip caught some of her hair when he grabbed, Quill hadn't. He really did seem to be very good with his mouth. That gave her an idea.
While foreplay was out of the question, she certainly wouldn't say no to a creative sixty-nine with him, so that she could get him off while still seeing what he could do with those lips and tongue.
Panties off, she let her marehood wink invitingly to both ponies, and Polished Tip licked his lips. That left Quill holding her panties, and he set them down on the floor, even taking the time to fold them neatly like a sweet gentlecolt.
Rarity told Quill of her idea, making it clear that he was under no pressure to do it if he didn't want to, since his face would be close to another stallion's cock and all. Luckily, he was all too happy to try.
Deep Six seemed to be lubed up and ready, so she instructed him to lie on his back on the bed. Once he complied, she stood over him, facing away, and lowered herself onto his shaft, which slid in rather easily. Then she lay back on him, belly up and ass full of cock, and she told Quill to stand over both of them and just slip himself into her maw so that he could reach her pussy with his mouth. And, as he did, Polished Tip mounted her from the edge of the bed, standing up on his strong hind legs, and slipped into her with a bit of guidance from her magic.
With everypony in place, stallions below and atop her, she truly felt like a Rarity sandwich. Her mind fogged over a bit as the mass of pony began shifting, all three cocks thrusting slowly into her, and one skilled tongue giving her clit dainty licks that felt like a butterfly's landing. She moaned through her nostrils, a hearty "Mm-hmmm!" that encouraged everypony to continue.
Polished Tip was the first to pick up speed, probably pent up as she suspected, and he began greedily pounding her, his balls slapping against Deep Six's, who was treating her ass like a boobytrapped treasure, disarming her with long and measured thrusts, careful and exploratory. And Quill's cock, a bit on the small side but still a mouthful (and throatful), was sliding pleasantly across her tongue and lips while he slowly became more ravenous, his quickening thrusts matching the hungrier licks at her exposed clit. He ventured south, letting his tongue drag across her labia and Polished Tip's thrusting length.
Rarity tried to focus on the moment, to commit it to memory, because she knew this was a rare one. But between her numerous orgasms from this session alone and an already-exhausted mind, she just couldn't do it. She lost herself to it. She was feral. A slave to the pleasures inflicted upon her by the three horny stallions. Deep Six made his move. Like a safecracker who just found the final number in her combination, he plumbed her depths with several hard and calculated thrusts that made her entire body quake with a powerful orgasm.
Quill came first, sending his load deep into her throat, and she swallowed around his flared member repeatedly, hungrily accepting his gift while not even fully conscious of it.
Polished Tip came, too, with a long, satisfied groan that was sure to be heard by everypony still outside the room. Some of his seed leaked out and dribbled down onto Deep Six's cock just as he, too, began to throb and pulsate with his own orgasm. He kept himself still as he came, and Rarity could actually feel it shooting through his cock before erupting inside her well-used derriere.
Once Quill pulled free and she could breathe again, she panted, unable to move as she tried to clear her mind.
Not sure if I can keep going, she thought.
As the other two pulled out, streams of cum leaking from her, she rolled off of Deep Six and lay in a puddle of pleasant exhaustion.
"Darlings..." she breathed, "please send in Fancypants when you go."
They voiced acknowledgements that she didn't even hear, and before she knew it, Fancypants was standing next to the bed asking if everything was alright.
"Yes. Yes, quite alright," she managed. "Just a moment while I catch my breath."
The stallion nodded and waited patiently. Several deep breaths later, she spoke again. "How many left?"
"Five left, miss. Three in line M, and one each in the other two. They have all been made aware that their turns may not come today, so if you want me to—" A raised hoof cut him off.
"No, no. I may need a longer break, but I think I can do it. Three M's, you say? What say I try to tackle them all at once? One last push for all five? Maybe two of them would be okay with a simple hoofjob?"
Fancypants smiled. "You never were one to leave a job unfinished. Very well. Shall I sit in and keep an eye on things, or would you prefer privacy?"
Rarity considered it. She didn't mind him watching. In fact, she knew that he liked it. But, part of her liked to deny him. She knew that, with him just outside the door, her safety was never an issue anyway. "I think I'd prefer the privacy this time, darling."
He nodded and immediately left, showing no sign of the pangs of disappointment she knew he'd be feeling.
Rarity could hear Fancypants talking, and she knew she had plenty of time to change the bedding again if she wanted, but she just couldn't find it in herself to care enough to get up.
She had now tied her record. Fifteen. And that session had left her an incoherent mess, falling asleep on the bed in a puddle of cum and sweat. Now she had more endurance, and with the next five, she'd beat her record. She was determined to do it. Her eyes were half-lidded, and when she noticed it, they shot open, and she smacked herself with a hoof.
"You can do this, Rarity," she said.
Then, as if the universe was asking her to prove herself, the five final stallions entered.
"Shining Armor?" she asked when she saw his familiar blue mane.
"Uh, heh, yeah. Y'know, Cadance actually recommended this. I brought a buddy of mine. Polished Tip? He was in here just a minute ago."
Rarity laughed. "Well, I don't know how Princess Cadance heard about little old me..."
"Oh, yeah, she really keeps an ear to the ground for stuff like this. She knows all of 'em."
That earned a blush from Rarity, who imagined that Cadance probably had her own such events set up in the Crystal Empire. She wanted to ask Shining Armor, but it wasn't the most private of circumstances.
She got a look at the rest of the stallions, recognizing two of them as repeats. Back Door, a medium tan pony, was, unsurprisingly, an anal lover, and she already knew which line he'd been in. When she last asked, she learned that he apparently really does work on doors, and his name isn't just innuendo. Greener Pastures, a very, very green pony, was a mixed bag. He'd taken every orifice of hers in the past, so she wasn't sure which line he'd been in. She decided to ask the other two their names, starting with a black-coated unicorn stallion with a red mane.
"Baddosee, Miss Rarity," he said.
"Please, dear, just Rarity is fine," she said. She somehow never got tired of saying that, as often as she did. "And you?" She pointed at a pale yellow unicorn with a faded pink mane that had strips of light blue running through it.
"Appleseed, Miss Rarity, and pleased to meetcha!" he said a little too excitedly. His accent sounded very much like Applejack's, and she wondered if he was some distant relative.
"Well, I'm sure you all know your places. Whoever was in the P line, go ahead and lie down on the bed, would you?" She should have known it would be Shining Armor. After all, it was his friend who had been there mere minutes ago. She smiled as he lay down next to her, situating himself on his back and wriggling his way to the center of the bed next to Rarity. "Hmm, this will be my first time with a prince."
"Aww, I'm not a real prince. Just married to a princess and the brother of a different princess, but nopony calls me a prince. Not even in the Crystal Empire. Also, didn't you and Blueblood..."
Rarity faux-gagged for dramatic effect. "Heavens no. I wouldn't touch that pony with a ten foot pole," she said. She looked at Shining Armor's proud erection standing up in the air and figured she should finally move her sore and overworked body. "Speaking of long poles..."
She stroked it with a hoof as she climbed atop him, and hummed softly in delight as she guided it into her. He let out a cute little sigh as he felt her from the inside for the first time, then waited patiently for the others to take their places.
"Right," Rarity said, "you three. Baddosee, Greener Pastures, and Appleseed, come sit up here in front of me in a semicircle."
As they did, Back Door was about to mount her from behind, his lube-slick cock experienced in finding its way deep inside her ass. By the time he entered her, she had three cocks in front of her, mottled pink with various colors: black, green, and light yellow. She started with the green one she was familiar with, and her hooves explored the other two as Shining Armor and Back Door started to hump her slowly.
The taste and feel of cock kept her awake, and while she didn't get nearly as lost in the moment as with the last group, the familiar pleasures were still lighting the fire inside her. She suckled Greener Pastures until a bead of pre graced her tongue, then she switched over to Baddosee, his dark tummy dominating her field of vision as she easily took him to the balls. He responded with a sweet moan and a pet of her mane. She did always love being told—directly or indirectly—that she was doing a good job, and the gesture earned him a few swirls of her tongue across his tip. Then, she switched to Appleseed, and his member had a more earthy flavor to it that was oddly unique, but not unpleasant. She suckled a bead of pre from his cock as well, then returned to Greener Pastures once more.
As Shining Armor and Back Door picked up speed, Baddosee suddenly moaned, his cock cradled in her stroking fetlock, and a spurt of hot ponycum landed on her snout. She quickly pulled back and opened her maw to catch the rest of the early shooter's gift. A lovely meal of thick seed was quickly swallowed, and she licked her lips and nose, but otherwise let his cum rest where it had landed. Then, she returned to Greener Pastures as Baddosee collapsed backward in a heap of pleasured pony and rolled aside.
Four more to go.
Time was a blur. Everything was behind a thick haze of exhaustion and pleasure overload. The feeling of thrusting cocks became more distant, but never went away.
Shining Armor was doing a number on her G-spot, pushing her stamina to its limits as her body fought back an orgasm in favor of rest, only to lose seconds later, and her muscles clenched once more. A shivering moan escaped her as she switched to Appleseed's member.
Then, Back Door hilted his length inside her, and she felt his warmth entering her well-painted colon. She orgasmed again, lightheaded from being overworked. Appleseed's cock flared in her mouth, and as his cum filled her maw, she swallowed desperately between lungfuls of air through her nose, the strong scent of sex nearly as thick as his load. Hot streaks of semen from Greener Pastures fell on her mane and hoof as she stroked him. Her hoof fell limply away from his still-leaking cock, and she could no longer find the willpower to move her body.
Shining Armor stopped moving, and all the other ponies finished up and left the room as she rested atop him, nethers still securely wrapped around his stallionhood. Then, when it was just the two of them left, Shining Armor spoke softly. "Hey, you look pretty beat. I can stop if you want."
"No. Need twenty. New record," Rarity slurred.
Shining Armor looked unsure, but then he smiled. "Okay, sure. Just let me..." he said, rolling her off of him and onto a relatively clean part of the bed. "There we go. I'll do what I do for Cadance after a long day. Now, close your eyes and think nice, happy thoughts."
Rarity did not find it difficult to close her eyes. A small smile on her face, she let the weight of the day keep her eyelids closed and her body still. She felt him snuggle up behind her and slip inside her marehood once more, hugging her in an intimate embrace.
"You did so good today," he whispered in her ear with a voice as sweet as honey. "I'm so proud of you." He moved within her, and it was no longer a fierce, carnal act. She wasn't going to orgasm from it, but she didn't want to. She wanted to wind down and feel comfortable. His thrusts were gentle and deep, with a rhythm that rocked her like her mom's old rocking chair. A lovely back and forth that eased her toward sleep.
The entire time, Shining Armor whispered sweet nothings into her ear in between nuzzling at her mane. Even if she wasn't exhausted, she was sure this would put her to sleep.
But one thing was keeping her awake. She still hadn't made it to twenty. "Need twenty..." she said.
"Sshhhh," he said, "don't you worry."
And she felt she could truly trust him in that.
Then, without breaking his smooth movements like most stallions would, he came. He didn't moan or jerk or squeeze her. He just filled her with loving warmth and hummed softly against her, a sweet lullaby as her final concern was silenced.
With the gentle rhythm still moving her, her final thirst quenched, she drifted into a peaceful sleep.