"Be careful with that, will you?" Rarity asked in a stern manner, watching as Dusk set down her luggage with less than a graceful hand.
The stallion straightened his back, groaning in pain at the strain having been put on his spine from carrying that thing from the outside and all the way to the room, elevator or not.
"Any specific reason this thing is so heavy?" Dusk asked through gritted teeth, rubbing circles on his sore back to try and alleviate some of the pain.
"Essentials," Rarity shrugged, looking around the room.
The place was colour matched with the rest of the hotel: a pristine white with blue highlights dotted around the place. It had everything you could want in a hotel, from a fridge, to a microwave, to a large, soft bed, and a shower with more than enough space for two or more people.
Rarity put her hands on her broad, full hips, nodding in appreciation as she smiled at the lovely state of her accommodations.
"Right," she said, taking off her hat and sunglasses before gently casting them aside. "Pants off, big boy. You're mine for the next hour or so."
"You that eager to get going already?" Dusk chuckled, crossing his arms as he smirked at the purple-maned unicorn.
"You haven't fucked me since we got on that boat a week ago, and nobody else on our lovely voyage caught my attention," Rarity shrugged, going through a few warm-up stretches as she prepped herself for a rough ride. "Not only that, but I did promise the good boy a reward for carrying my luggage here."
"Yeah, I suppose lugging your box of rocks around is worth a prize or two," Dusk smirked, walking over to Rarity and placing a hand on her hip, pulling her close and kissing her soft, full lips.
The white-coated mare moaned as he slipped his tongue into her maw, followed by a grateful and playful purr as the stallion's hands found their way to her enormous rear. Rarity purred onto Dusk's tongue as his fingers sunk into her tightly-wrapped flesh, the material of her jeans offering no defence against her partner's hungry grasping. The purple stallion lead them over to the wall, pinning Rarity's wide, curvaceous frame against it as his tongue continued to assault hers.
"Fuck, you taste good," Dusk moaned, briefly breaking away from the gorgeous little whore as she grinded her thigh against his crotch.
"Part and parcel of being perfect, darling. Everything from my ass, to my pussy, to my mouth is divine," Rarity winked, aggressively undoing the faux-leather belt keeping Dusk's pants up as she spoke. "And speaking of those three things, I need this fat cock in at least one of them right now."
"No patience, my dear?" Dusk asked, watching Rarity tear at his clothing with hunger in her beautiful eyes.
"Oh ho, I did my waiting on that boat trip of ours," she growled playfully, finally tearing down Dusk's expensive boxers, the same ones she'd bought him for his last birthday, and allowing his cock to spring free.
The heat and the excitement of their vacation location and their brief time together had Dusk's cock doing two things: being extremely hard and extremely sweaty. The thick, heated musk of his enormous horsecock hit Rarity in the face almost as hard as his dick itself did as it rocketed free.
Fifteen inches of thick, throbbing meat, coated in sweat and musk, slapping firmly against Rarity's ice-white cheek before she gently rolled it onto her nose. Dusk bit down on his bottom lip, feeling his cock throb with want and desperation as he stared down at Rarity. She wanted it just as much as he did, that much was obvious. Her hand gently stroked his sweaty cock, fingers dancing up the foot-and-then-some bludgeon, from base to tip, with trained expertise.
"Have I ever told you I love you?" Rarity asked, gently kissing the side of his purple shaft and leaving a darker-purple lipstick print on it. "Have I ever told you that I want to marry you, have your babies, and be your one and only until the day we die?"
"Only whenever you get really horny and don't want to share me with anyone else for a few weeks," Dusk shrugged, watching Rarity slather his cock with more than a few affectionate kisses. "Though I do agree."
"You love me too?" she asked, batting her slender eyelashes.
"I really want to get you pregnant," Dusk groaned, his playful and halfway-decent demeanour slipping away and revealing the beast of lust beneath the surface.
"I've already told you, sweetie," Rarity shrugged. "I have no time for foals and foolishness. Ask me again when I'm forty."
She planted a long, wet kiss on the blunt tip of his pulsating shaft, feeling the heat of his cock radiating into her plump lips as she did so. Her hands toyed and stroked with the base of his cock, feeling his powerful heart beating with the odd excited, calm pace it took on whenever they were intimate together.
"Suck it, Rarity," Dusk mumbled through gritted teeth. "I feel like I'm going to explode here."
"Isn't that the goal?" she teased with a wink.
"I will rape your mouth and drown you in cum if you don't start sucking," Dusk stated bluntly.
"Mnf, don't threaten me with a good time, darling," Rarity beamed, her heart thumping louder over the excitement of that particular fantasy. "But... you have been such a good boy for me..."
Rarity parted her plump lips and slid the first few inches of Dusk's mighty cock into her maw. He hissed loudly, shivers running from the tip of his cock to the base of his feet as the heat of Rarity's mouth rushed up his length.
"Fuuuuck..." Dusk moaned, his hand gently ruffling Rarity's beautiful mane as she continued to swallow more and more of him.
Rarity sucked at the just the right angle, her touch turning Dusk's gentle grasp of her mane to a closed-fisted grip, the marshmallow mare giggling onto his prick in a smug manner.
"Am I breaking you already, sweetie?" she asked arrogantly.
"Not yet..." Dusk groaned, placing both hands on the back of Rarity's head and bucking his hips forward. "But I'm gonna break you after that."
Rarity went slack in his grip, content to place her hands on the floor between her thick, trembling thighs and lean into her stallion's eager pounding. Mouth full to the brim and dripping, spit pooled around her hands as the rapturous sensation of Dusk's vicious fucking of her sweet, talented little throat became too much to bear.
She silently thanked her lineage, praising the fact she'd been born a horse and thus allowed to enjoy horsecock. Had she been stuck in the frail little body of a deer or a cat, she'd have split at the seams from Dusk getting his mighty length barely halfway into her mouth, but their bodies were strong. A race designed to give and take it as big as it came, so she was more than ready for this.
She watched Dusk grit his teeth as his balls, slicked with spit, slapped against her chin. They were full and heavy, having at least a full day's worth of rest from fucking the soul out of their little group, so she was sure he'd be extra potent just for her. Her eyes locked onto his smooth, sexy features, watching him bite a plump lip and tense his jaw. His features, though soft and feminine, displayed a look of masculine control and ownership over the seamstress currently stitching an orgasmic sensation into his soul.
No matter how effeminate and girly Dusk appeared, he was an alpha in his heart and in his pants. His breeder instincts had been awoken by possessing such a varied harem as the mares he'd brought with him, and he wasn't shy of letting them know about it. The surprise of being thrown up against a wall and almost bred three times over by the girlish bookworm was as beautiful a sensation as it was a pleasurable one for Rarity the first time it had happened, and it was a sensation she was eager to relive with the beautiful stallion.
It had been many years and many lays since she'd first been pounded into the foundations of her own store by the purple-maned monster Dusk kept in his boxers, and she'd considered herself one of the luckiest mares on the planet since that day. She winked playfully at him, knowing her slutty display was only going to make the stallion fuck that slutty mouth of hers harder and faster. Chances are she was going to walk away from this with a dislocated jaw and a bruised chin, but all of that came second to the satisfaction of bringing out the beast the demure little stallion kept locked away inside him.
The sound of him viciously raping her gullet kicked off the walls at this point, and even through the pleasure she could feel the strain. He was unbelievably big, carrying a third leg in his pants that was huge even for a stallion. Touching tips with sixteen inches and being as thick as her forearm strained the talents of even a blowjob queen like Rarity, a cock-guzzling whore of a mare that could put away any cock she'd ever sucked easier than putting her socks back in her drawer.
But that was why she adored him. He adored her, pleasured her, but most importantly, he tested her. She had to be worthy of his cock, her body needing to be strong enough to handle it and her skill needing to be plentiful enough to tame such a monstrous beast. All the other mares Dusk had fucked the hind legs off of and had come back for seconds were a rare breed of mare, and it was something that made Rarity feel privileged, something that tickled the arrogance she often tried to keep locked away.
Her ability to properly serve a cock as mighty as this one told her she was beyond special, and truly an astounding stock. The way Dusk could use her like a fleshlight, the way her lips could press and lock on that thick, throbbing cock in just the right way. The fact her tight little pussy was able to take such a vicious pounding almost every time the two of them were in the room together made her head spin, not just from the world-warping pleasure such a behemoth of a cock could produce, but from the pride and ego boost being able to survive such an assault brought her.
She pressed her hands into his thick, girlish thighs, massaging and toying with the taut, strained muscles as Dusk bent his legs, arching them and his hips at the perfect angle to ravage Rarity's raw gullet as deep and as fast as he could. She could hear the change in his breathing, see under the tight shirt he wore that his soft muscle had hardened, tensed in such a way that signalled to her he was nearing his limit.
She'd sucked it so many times, ridden it for so many hours, and taken his loads as often as the rains came in the spring, so she knew every tick, twitch, and spasm Dusk would experience on his road to orgasm. She knew he often caused himself pain tensing his torso the way he was doing right now, and it was something he'd try to alleviate with a shoulder roll that almost never worked.
Had her throat not been so full of cock that her head was locked in place, she'd have shaken it and giggled as he did just that not a moment after she expected. Her eyes fluttered backwards once again, hearing the sound of Dusk's drenched balls slapping off her chin, the hypnotising sound of her own strained, nearly-suffocated gasps around his thick cock as he continued to ram it in and out of her gullet. It was too much for her body to take. She could tell already she'd soaked through one of her favourite pairs of underwear, knowing full well she was going to have to throw them aside after showering until she found the laundromat area in the hotel.
And speaking of showering, the shuddering twitch that ran down from the top of Dusk's spine to his own voluptuous backside told her she was about to get a hot, wet, and plentiful shower of a different kind from her sweating lover. Dusk gritted his teeth at an almost painful level of pressure, eyes screwing shut as his thrusting speed increased more and more, steadily approaching the overflowing orgasm he'd become famous for in their group of friends.
Rarity's heart thundered excitedly, squeezing and massaging Dusk's thighs as she felt pre spurt down her throat, teasing her with the taste of the thick, heaving cum that was about to threaten her life as it poured into her insides and filled her up like a cheap wineskin. Her body trembled from the tip of her horn to the tops of her toes, ready and eager to accept Dusk's seemingly-unending load as a reward for a job well done. The timer was ticking away, and judging from How Dusk had curled his toes in his shoes and had spread his fingers across her scalp, she estimated that sweet, sweet cum shower was about to arrive in three, two...
Boom.
Like receiving a punch to the back of the throat, Dusk's divine cock fired the first, glue-thick stream of fuckmuck down Rarity's gullet, splashing and pooling in her gut within a matter of seconds. Her eyes shot back and her pants soaked ever further as she came from the sensation, a conditioned mind and overdose of excitement having pulled her hair trigger, a well-trained whore responding in kind to being given such a delicious treat all for herself.
"Drink it..." he groaned, his head lolled back in an almost pained fashion. "Very fucking drop..."
Who was she to disobey such a perfect order? Rarity did everything she needed to, keeping an almost vacuum-seal on Dusk's throbbing cock with her painted lips, feeling his cock expand and pulse with each jet of cum he fired into her gullet.
She could hear herself sloshing and gurgling as quickly as she could feel her tight, toned abdomen expanding, stretching and bloating as litre after litre of thick, boiling cum was sprayed into her mouth with all the pressure and power of a fire hydrant. Her own orgasm rode her through Dusk's, the two almost stopping in tandem as Dusk's bloated, pregnant-looking marshmallow whore finally pulled herself off his cock, dropping back down onto her fat, sweat-slicked ass as she looked up at him.
Dusk was exhausted, covered in sweat and swaying on his feet as he looked down at Rarity. The beautiful mare rubbed her full, sloshing stomach in a tired, delirious state. Cum spilled from over her lips and down onto her tits, slopping loudly as it did so, as if someone had spilled a bowl of porridge onto a tiled floor. Rarity clearly wasn't going anywhere for a while, not until that load had worked itself through her system and standing didn't bring the risk of damaging a disc in her back.
Dusk dropped to his knees and affectionately kissed her stomach, feeling the heat of his own cum radiating through Rarity's taut skin, before getting back to his feet, watching Rarity rub her cunt through her clothing to ride off the high of orgasm. The stallion chuckled quietly to himself, wiping his cock on the sheets of the bed across the room and tucking it away, feeling his rational mind return to him after cumming the evil horny thoughts out into his beautiful slut.
"I'm gonna go see how the other girls are doing," he sighed through a dried, parched throat. "You stay here and sleep it off, alright?"
Rarity moaned through a mouthful of cum.
"Whatever you say, sugar," Dusk nodded firmly, heading towards the door.