I stared longingly at the plate of tiny cucumber sandwiches in the middle of the table. My stomach grumbled. I had eaten three sandwiches. The Princess had had two. It would be a serious breach of protocol to go for another one. I folded my hooves together over my handouts and pressed them together. Self-control, Frazzle.
“…but of course Igneous Hardscrabble’s theories on continental drift are completely outdated at this point. We now know so much more about subduction zones and their effect on…”
I gritted my teeth. I had done my dissertation on Igneous Hardscrabble’s work, which is not outdated and has depths we are still coming to understand, thank you very much Princess Dunning–Kruger.
“Um, I don’t mean to interrupt, your Highneth, but I am a little pressed for time. If I could give my prethentathion?”
Twilight blinked. “Oh. Of course. Certainly. Please. I’m sorry. I just got a little carried away.”
I opened the thick binder in from of me. “The Canterlot Geological Thurvey believes that there are massive untapped gem reserves beneath the Everfree Foretht. While we would like to protect the area from comerthial exploitation, we also believe that there are magical gem rethonanthes dating back to…”
“Oh, no! Oh, I’m sorry, we can’t allow that.”
I froze, mouth half open, hoof on my first handout.
The Princess drew herself up, and puffed out her chest. “I’m as curious about magical gem resonances as you are, but the Everfree forest is home to a variety of rare and endangered creatures. We can’t allow any exploitation of the area.” Rare creatures like manticores and timber wolves? Those were monsters. The less of them there were the better. Anyway, hadn’t I just said that we wanted to avoid commercial exploitation of the area? I’d used those exact words!
I glimpsed a yellow and pink pony peeking in through the door. She vanished in a puff of feathers the second she caught me looking. That one had gotten to her first. It was the only explanation. “But…”
“I’m afraid I can’t be flexible about this. As the pony population increases, there are fewer and fewer unspoiled natural regions like the Everfree in Equestria. They must be preserved, at all costs.”
I fumbled through my folder, looking for the environmental impact assessment. “But if you’ll jutht look at these figureth, you’ll thee that…”
“Now, if I could continue what I was saying about tectonic subduction?”
I sighed, and closed my folder. “Yeth, your Highneth.”
It was a relief when my appointment with Rarity came around, and I was able to excuse myself. I had twenty minutes to make it to the Carousel Boutique. Enough time to stop at the corner store for a few candy bars. And some fresh pads.
Because of course, I’d gone into heat on the train over from Canterlot. It never fails — Aunt Goo and I always travel together. I’d thought to bring pants and maxi pads, but the day had still been awash in a haze of naughty thoughts and vaginal mucus. And of course everypony who stood within ten hooves of me could smell the state I was in. I’m especially aromatic when I’m in season.
I could feel the greasy stallion behind the counter eyeing my plot as I picked out a packet of extra absorbent pads. I glanced back at him, and he flared his nostrils and licked his lips at me. I shuddered.
“Can I get you anything else?” He leered at me as I brought my purchases to the counter.
“That will not be nethessary.” I replied, avoiding eye contact. “But may I use your rethtroom?”
He chuckled. “I don’t know, can I watch?”
I gaped at him, danced backwards, and clamped my fluffy ginger tail over my mare parts. “N-no!”
“Aw, I’m just joking with you. No need to be so stuck up.” He tossed me the keys. “It’s in the back.”
I was not stuck up. I was a lesbian. But even if I wasn’t — oh, not with someone like him. Never, ever.
Most mares will just take time off when they go into season — holing up with their spouse, a lover, or lots of ice cream and pornography, depending on preference and relationship status. Employers are required by law to offer estrus leave to mares and partners of mares — it was good for public morale, and for population growth. So I didn’t have to work. But there was so much to do! And it might not be done properly if I didn’t do it myself!
I popped the button of my pants open with my teeth, and pushed them down over my haunches with my hooves. I was a mess. Ropes of goo, thicker and stickier than my normal secretions, stuck to the pad as I pulled it away from my naughty bits. And the smell.
It’s hard to explain the difference between the normal, rich, pungent mare scent that I love so much, and heat smell. It smells sort of the same, I guess, just so much more so. I had it in spades. Plus with all the candy I eat, I taste like gooey caramel. And I get off on it. I get off on my own smell. I’m ashamed, but I’m not sorry.
I inhaled deeply, nostrils flaring, letting my scent fill my snout. I checked my watch. Ten minutes ’til my meeting. I could be a little late.
I braced my rear hooves against the door of the tiny restroom, and my back against the closed toilet lid, and rolled my sweater vest up under forelegs so I wouldn’t get anything icky on it. I carefully set my glasses on the edge of the sink, and pushed my muzzle in between my thighs.
Yes, you read that right. I hate my bony little body and my gaunt, always hungry tummy, but on the bright side, I am ridiculously flexible. If I stick my tongue all the way out, I can just reach my clit. I flicked it, and a shiver went through my body. Hairs stood on end in a wave rolling out from my hungry little pussy.
I let out a moan. The first wank of a heat cycle is always amazing.
I pressed my tongue down on the slender lavender nub, starting slowly but rapidly picking up speed. My clit was swollen and hot, and every lick sent tingling pulses through my body. My fluffy pubic ruff tickled my lower lip as I licked. The scent of my heat was getting really intense, making my head spin and my heart hammer. The arousal make me lick faster, which made my scent stronger — the perfect naughty feedback loop.
I started to wobble on the toilet and had to brace myself against the tank with my hooves. I heard a thumping sound. What was that? I Froze, afraid someone was knocking on the restroom door. The thumping stopped. I realized that it was my hind hoof, kicking involuntarily against the restroom door. That stallion could hear me! He knew what I was doing! But I was past caring.
I thought about Maud. I thought about how calm she was, and how she never took any guff from anypony. I thought about how kind she always was to me. I thought about rolling that blue coverall up over her wide, sturdy rump and pushing my muzzle in between her firm cheeks. The thought was too much. My orgasm was like being hit by a freight train. Muscles spasmed. Nerve endings sang with pleasure. Mare goo swelled up out of my puffy pussy lips, dribbling onto the restroom floor. I howled, jerking my head back so fast I banged it against the toilet lid. Then I rolled off the seat.
“Ow.” I groaned. I looked at my watch. Two and a half minutes. New record.
Another two and a half minutes later I was clean, dressed, straightened out, and with a fresh pad nestled against a very happy little Frazzle.
My post-orgasmic happiness didn’t last long, though. The clerk was staring at me, a shark-like grin on his ugly face. “Have fun?”
I rushed out the door and bolted across town to the Carousel Boutique. A small bell rang as I entered.
I stood just inside of the door or Rarity’s shop, trying to catch my breath. Of all the many bad sides to being in heat, aggressive stallions were the worst.
“I’ll be right with you, darling!”
I’d met Rarity before. She’d made me the dress I wore to this year’s Grand Geological Gala. I had looked so good! Ponies had looked at me! Me! The scrawny little pony with the paperwork cutie mark! I’d given my presentation on the role of quarray eels in giant geode formations, and everypony told me how fascinating it was, and Maud had almost smiled at me, and…
Sorry. It was a good night.
Anyway.
Rarity is kind of super hot. It’s the kind of hot that makes me feel bad, though — she clearly goes to the gym a lot, and diets, so she’s got the idealized pear figure and the firm, muscular glutes. Her fur is always clean and trimmed, her mane is always styled, her makeup is always perfect. My metabolism is so crazy high that I have to eat constantly and I’m still a scrawny little runt. If I wear makeup, it gets smudged right away, and my mane is an eldritch horror that eats combs and brushes alive. And I have ugly mule teeth and I lisp and I just hate Rarity for being so beautiful!
Also I love her. For exactly the same reasons.
“And what can I do for you, Miss Rock?” Rarity beamed at me. I’d caught her in the middle of working on something — she was wearing a tape measure around her neck like a scarf, and had a fabric marker tucked behind one ear. And she was wearing those little red horn-rimmed reading glasses, of course. How does she look so good in them? My glasses are almost exactly the same style — total coincidence, I swear — and they make me look like a freak. Not that I need a lot of help with that.
“You remember me?” I narrowed my eyes. I’d bought one dress from her. One dress.
“I remember all of my customers, darling. I believe in developing relationships!” I noticed her nostrils flare as she stepped closer to me. A brief, unreadable expression flickered across her face before she slipped back into customer service mode. “Also, I was particularly proud of the dress I made for you! So chic! So, what can I do for you today?”
“Actually I’m here in an offithial capacity today. Canterlot Geological Thurvey.” I flashed my badge.
Rarity raised an eyebrow. “Really? I don’t think there’s much I could help you with.”
“On the contrary, Ma’am — your ability to locate mineral depothith is remarkable. We have a therious thortage of ponies with your skills.” Oh my Faust, I spat a little when I tried to say “deposits”. I had gotten tiny droplets of spit on the most beautiful mare in Equestria. I could just die.
She didn’t say anything, but she’d probably noticed, and was just too gracious to say anything. She was so cool. So nonchalant! So refined! Damn her.
“But how can that be? Certainly your organization attracts the best and the brightest.”
“The Canterlot Geological Thurvey attracts mainly earth ponieth, ma’am. Unicornth often find that rockth are beneath them.” See what I did there?
“Well, I’m an artist, darling, not a miner. I’m sure you can find someone else to help you.”
“But you can help miners! This isn’t just about rethearch. The Equethtrian weather thervice is planning an especially cold winter this year and we need to find new depoth… I mean, thources of coal for Celethtia’th Home Heating Athithtance program.” I widened my eyes, and pouted a little. “Poor familieth all across Equethria need your help. Would you pleathe consider volunteering a few hours a month to help us?”
Rarity shied back a little, shaking her head fiercely. “Coal? Oh, no, no, no, no, no!”
I rolled my eyes. “You wouldn’t have to touch it. You’d just tell us where it wath.”
“That’s very reassuring, but the answer is still no. Fall and winter are my busiest seasons! I just don’t have the time to volunteer! Now, if you’ll excuse me, I do have to get back to work. Please feel free to look around the shop.” She began to turn away.
I gritted my teeth. How had this selfish bitch gotten the element of Generosity?
“Thank you for your time.” I turned towards to door. As my pants moved against my rump, they stuck to the fur. My guts churned with shame. I had overflowed my pad. I had leaked. In front of Rarity of all ponies. I fumbled for the door handle. Stupid unicorns and their stupid handles. Why can’t they use push doors like everypony else?
“Frazzle, darling. Can I call you Frazzle? Please come over her for a moment.”
I froze. I turned back towards Rarity. I tried to cover the leak with my tail, but even that veritable bush was inadequate for the task.
“Please, darling. Don’t be shy. I’m not going to hurt you.” Her teeth flashed in a playful grin. “Much.”
I tapped slowly across the floor back to Rarity. She stepped alongside me. Her nostrils flared, and her nose wrinkled up the faintest bit. She glanced over her glasses at my backside, and looked me in the eyes over the top of her glasses. A comment. She was going to make a comment. It was going to be devastating. I braced myself.
“Frazzle, darling. Are you… in season?”
I gulped. I nodded.
“Oh, you must be dedicated to your job, to continue working in such a state!”
I tried to speak, but I found that my throat was dry, and wound up croaking instead. She was building up to her comment. It was going to be an especially choice one. I squinted my eyes shut, and tried to will my heart to stop beating. If I could just die fast enough…
Rarity took a deep breath. “Forgive me for being so forward, but I was just about to close up for lunch, and it has been ever so long since I’ve taken a lover. Would you care to join me upstairs for an hour or two?”
I opened one eye. “What?”
Rarity rolled her eyes and sighed. “I’m propositioning you for casual sex, darling. Please do try to keep up.”
I think my heart actually did stop. “Um, yeth?” This was probably some kind of a cruel trick, but damned if I wasn’t going to go along with it as far as I could.
She squeaked happily and clapped her hooves together. “Oh how wonderful! If I may say so you are an exceptionally lovely mare! Let me close up shop and I’ll show you upstairs. Would you care for a glass of wine?”
“I don’t drink. It goeth thtraight to my head.”
Rarity locked her door, closed the blinds, and flipped her sign around so that “open” was facing us. Then she darted to my side, still wearing her tape measure, glasses and fabric marker. We rubbed muzzles, and kissed. Her red lips brushed against mine, and her tongue flicked out, teasing, making my lips and the roof of my mouth tingle. She lured my tongue into her mouth and wrapped her lips around it, sucking on it. I felt like an oaf compared to her. My tongue blundered around the inside of her mouth, slopping over gums and teeth and hard palate. She had a bridge, and one of her back molars was chipped. I’m pretty sure I hit her tonsils, at one point.
Rarity pulled her head back, slowly, and my tongue popped free. Was there drool on my chin? I was pretty sure there was drool on my chin.
“Well. That was lovely. Shall we go upstairs?”
“Y-yes,” I stammered. Was this really happening?
Rarity nodded. “Please remove your pants, then.”
“Buh… but I’ll drip all over your floor!” I leaned towards her and whispered, “I get really, really wet when I’m in theason!”
Rarity giggled. “Yes, darling. I’d noticed. Why do you think I asked you to play?” She laid a hoof on my withers. “Now, here’s the thing.” She fixed me with a serious look over the top of her glasses. “We can have a quick little lick and fumble, if that’s what you want. But I really do best when I’m in charge. Do you understand?”
I blinked at her, confused. “Um, okay?”
Rarity nodded firmly. “Now, if I ask you to do anything you find distasteful, or if I’m hurting you, please say ‘gusset’.”
“Uh, Guthth-uthet.” Oh buck. I’d spat on her again. Dammit, Frazzle, don’t mess this up!
“Oh, dear, that won’t do.” She dabbed her nose with a small pink handkerchief. “How about ‘crinoline’.”
“Crinoline.”
“Much better.” Rarity gasped. “Oh, I almost forgot. I must get Scarf’s permission!”
I stared at her. All the ponies in this town were crazy.
“Just get out of your pants. I’ll be back in a moment.”
I fumbled with my buttons and slipped out of my pants, leaving them in a heap in the middle of the shop floor. Oh, my pad was sodden. I was drooling goo on the pristine marble floor. I pushed the pants and pad into a corner. They left a gleaming trail on the floor behind them. Mare goo dripped slowly between my hind legs. What was taking Rarity so long?
Rarity bounced back down the stairs, smiling gleefully. “Scarf says it’s okay!” She gestured imperiously towards the stairs. “Would you mind terribly going first? My bedroom is the first door on the left.”
I turned and headed for the stairs. As I put my hoof on the first step, I could feel her breath on me. I froze.
“Do go on,” said Rarity, her voice inches from my plot. Small, sharp teeth nipped lightly at my flat purple cheek. I jumped. I instinctively shied away from those bitey teeth, but I also felt my pussy wink at her.
“Oh, don’t be shy, dear. I can’t possibly worship you properly if you keep jerking away like that.”
I gulped. She ran her tongue lovingly up the tendon on the back of my thigh, making me giggle. Then she ran it along the cleft of my buttocks, all the way under the dock. “Oh, thweet Thelestia!” I groaned, back knees wobbling.
Rarity nosed me in the rump. “Keep walking, darling. Let me see those perfect runway model flanks in motion.”
I did as she said. She kept her mouth on me the whole time, licking and biting, sniffing daintily between my legs. When I got to the top of the stairs, I looked back. There was a trail of goo glistening all the way down the stairs. It was like a snail had crawled up them. I moaned, utterly humiliated. “Oh, my Faust, I’m tho thorry.”
Rarity giggled. “Don’t be ridiculous, Darling. Just because I’m so neat and tidy in public doesn’t mean I don’t like to make a mess in private sometimes.” I bit my lip as she began to tongue me again. She lapped at my tiny nipples, then slid her tongue over the lips of my hot, swollen pussy, licking up a huge mouthful of pheromone-rich filly goo. Then she walked up beside me, and opened her mouth. I looked at her blankly.
“Ofen your mouf, you philly filly,” mumbled Rarity.
I obeyed, and she drooled the whole hot, sticky mouthful onto my tongue. Then we kissed. It was a long, wet, careless kiss, and by the time we were done both of our muzzles were glistening wet.
“Now swallow it.”
I gulped down what was left of my goo. “You’re tho… tho dirty.”
Rarity giggled and blushed, holding her hoof against her lips. “It’s fun getting messy sometimes! Then you can get all cleaned up after, and nopony knows!” She waved her hoof in an arc, and whispered this last as if it was a huge revelation she was only just coming to grasp.
“Tho, um… now what?” My eyes drifted over her body — trim flanks, curvy haunches, soft belly. I hoped, really hoped, she’d let me worship her plot like she’d worshiped mine.
Rarity tossed her head. “Come to my bed.”
I sat on Rarity’s bed, kicking my legs awkwardly. I was uncomfortably aware of how my goo was soaking through her blankets. I started to pull off my shirt and sweater vest, but she stopped me. “Oh, no no no! Leave them on!” She ran a hoof over the woolen knit of my vest. “I… I like to touch the fabric.”
I noticed there was a mannequin in the corner, with a red scarf far too large for Rarity wrapped around its neck. Something felt… off about it.
“Scarf likes to watch,” explained Rarity, noticing my interest.
You know what? I was better off not knowing.
She sat next to me on the bed and held up one forehoof. I looked at it, then looked at her. She moved her hoof closer to my face, raised her eyebrows, and nodded. I cringed.
“I need you to lick my hooves, darling.”
Blech. Sex goo was one thing. But hooves were on the floor all day! I had a minor in microbiology. I could think of a list as long as my arm of things that might be on there! Most of them not particularly harmful, but it was the principle of the thing. Also dirt.
Rarity frowned, and waved her hoof in front of my nose. “Lick it. Lick it, lick it, lick it!”
I sighed, and touched the edge of Rarity’s hoof with my tongue. Most ponies’ hooves were callused and leathery from walking on them all day, but Rarity’s were clean, smooth, and well cared for. I started on the firm, flexible flesh of the hoof wall, then ran my lips around the edge — toe, quarter and heel. Rarity bit her lower lip, and pushed her other forehoof between her thighs, rubbing herself as I licked. I ran my tongue down the sole and across the frog, shivering as her moans quickened. I slid my tongue back under the ball of the hoof, then up again over the frog.
“Oh! Other hoof! Other hoof!” She held up the one that had been between her legs. This one was redolent with the heady aroma of Rarity’s musk. I leaned into it, nostrils flaring as I inhaled her delicious smell. I pushed a hoof between my hind legs, and she gently pushed it away. “Not until I tell you you can, darling.”
“Yeth Ma’am.” I nuzzled Rarity’s frog, making her bite her lower lip and groan.
“Oh, Ma’am will not do at all. What should I have you call me? Mistress is traditional, but a bit cliché. Goddess, perhaps?”
She rolled onto her back, offering me a hind hoof. I continued licking. I didn’t think she was interesting in my sparkling conversation.
“No, Goddess is too pretentious, don’t you think? Hmmmm…. Oh! I know. Lady Rarity! It has a certain ring to it, does it not? Let’s hear it.”
“Lady Rarity,” I moaned, looking up from sucking the bulb of her left hind hoof. My glasses had been knocked askew, and were flecked with spittle and other fluids, so Rarity’s face was a little indistinct, but I think she smiled.
“Oh, yes,” groaned Rarity. “Say, ‘Lady Rarity, I love licking your filthy hooves like the dirty strumpet I am.’”
I blushed. “Um, Lady Rarity, I love licking your hooves?” I felt a little silly saying it, and wasn’t crazy about calling myself a ‘strumpet’, which I was pretty sure was an old fashioned way to say ‘prostitute’.
“With conviction, darling. And as instructed.”
“Ah… I… um… uh…” I began to panic. It wasn’t that I didn’t love what I’d been doing. I just… I couldn’t say what she wanted me to say. It was just too weird.
Rarity sighed and removed my glasses. I squinted. Where Rarity had been a second ago, there was only a marshmallow-shaped blur.
“Frazzle. Listen to me.” She reached behind my head and untied my hair. It sprang out in all directions. I’m sure I looked beastly. “Oh! You have such lovely curls!” She brushed unruly ginger strands out of my face. “So. Here’s the thing. If we’re going to do this, you’re going to have to do what I say, or you will be punished. I know it’s harsh, but standards must be maintained. So you have two choices. You need to say what I told you to, or we will explore spanking. Do you understand?”
I nodded. “But… I can’t thay it. It’s too thilly!” I felt so ashamed! But in a good way? Is that weird? I was finally in a situation where control was totally out of my hooves. Twilight and the rude stallion in the convenience store had made me feel worthless. Rarity was saying far worse things to me, but the way she said them made me feel safe. Cherished. And, Faust help me, sexy.
Rarity leaned over to whisper gently in my ear. “Since you’re new at this, I will break character to remind you that you can also opt out with our safeword.”
I bit my lip and shook my head no. I could be spanked. That would be okay.
“Very well then,” said Rarity, tossing her magnificent purple mane. “You have brought this on yourself. Rest assured it will hurt you much more than it hurts me. Your hooves, please.” I held out my forehooves. She removed her tape measure from her neck, and deftly bound my legs together. Then she rolled me onto my back and trussed me up with all four legs together. I tugged at the bonds. I absolutely could not move. Who had taught her how to do this?
Rarity rolled me over so that my muzzle was pushed into a pillow and my flanks were wobbling in the air. She reached over to pick up a hairbrush-shaped blur from her bedside table. I clamped my tail down over myself, and she unceremoniously slapped me on the cutie mark with the flat of her brush. I yelped.
“Tail up like a good strumpet, darling.”
I moved my tail clear, presenting for Rarity, and squinted my eyes closed. I felt a bead of sweat roll down my forehead. I also felt rivulets of thick, sticky, mare-in-heat goo rolling down the insides of my thighs. I felt the brush come down twice, once on the lower curve of each cheek. It stung so much! I remembered being spanked by my daddy when I was a foal, and the complicated feelings I had felt as his big, strong hooves would come down again and again on my bare plot.
Rarity’s magic was at least as strong as Daddy’s hooves.
Rarity hit me again, higher up on each cheek. The impact burned. I gritted my teeth, too proud to yelp. But, as with my daddy, my stoicism only seemed to inflame Rarity. Her blows came harder and faster, landing in the same places again and again, until I wailed with pain. I heard Rarity grunt with satisfaction. Her brush slammed into my cheeks, almost knocking me over. I shouted over and over again into the pillow. It hurt like crazy, but with the pain came a feeling of detached bliss that’s hard to describe. Oh, those sweet, sweet endorphins. I felt tears rolling down my cheeks, but I didn’t want her to stop!
But when Rarity saw my tears, she did stop.
“Are you alright, darling?”
“Yeth,” I sniveled. “That wath amazing.”
She turned the brush around. The handle pushed up against my pussy’s soaking lips, mashing them gently together. I gulped. That was a thing Daddy had never done. No matter how much I had wanted him to.
“So,” said Rarity, “tell me. What kind of mare are you?”
“I… I’m a dirty strumpet.”
Rarity pushed the round tip of the brush’s handle against my clit, and began to rub it in slow circles. “Good. That’s good. And whose strumpet are you?”
“Yourth?” I squeaked. I tried to look back at her, but my massive ginger mane blocked my view.
She flipped the brush around and slapped me lightly on my pussy lips. “And what do you call me?”
“Lady Rarity! Lady Rarity!”
She giggled, and pushed the hairbrush’s handle inside my pussy all the way up to the bristles. I squeaked. She pushed it in and out a few times, and then dragged it up under my dock.
Rarity smiled wickedly. “So tell me, strumpet. Do you enjoy pleasures of a, shall we say, fundamental nature?”
I nodded. “Thmall things.”
“Open up, then.”
I bore down, and she slid the hairbrush inside of me. My eyes rolled up into my head at the delicious feeling fullness. Holy buck. Hairbrush handle up my ass. This day had started out terribly, but it had gotten so much better.
“You have such a perfect body,” purred Rarity, rubbing my battered, red-and-purple flanks with both hooves. “So slim. So delicate.” Her touch was gentle, bringing exquisite pleasure and hot, pulsing pain.
“I don’t have a lot of choith in the matter,” I said, hazarding a bit of insubordination. “Born thith way.” My stomach rumbled. I wanted another candy bar.
“So lucky,” purred Rarity. She played with the hem of my sweater with both hooves, savoring the contrast between the thick, scratchy wool and my silky fur. She moved the brush handle gently in and out of me with her magic. I wished my hooves were free. I needed to come. I needed to come hard.
Rarity leaned over me and whispered in my ear, “So. Would my little strumpet like to eat Lady Rarity’s pussy?”
“Yeth. Oh, pleath yes,” I moaned. Rarity squeaked and clapped.
She undid my hind legs, leaving only my forehooves tied, and wriggled in between me and the headboard. I rubbed my cheeks against her lush, firm white thighs and sniffed at her lovely pink sex. I licked at the neatly trimmed ruff of fuzz that surrounded it and rubbed my open lips against her labia. Her musk smelled wonderful — pungent but sweet, like a healthy mare’s pussy should. I kissed her clit tentatively, looking up at her to make sure it was okay. The first spanking had been great, but I seriously did not think I could handle another one. She beamed down at me through her red glasses and gently pushed my head back.
“There’s something I want you to do for me first, but… well, it’s a rather odd request.” Rarity was blushing. I felt a slight chill, really hoping she didn’t want to pee on me. I cannot handle pee stuff. “I… I don’t know how to say this, and I don’t want to hurt your feelings… but… your stammer. It sometimes causes you to, um… spit?”
My right eyebrow crept up my forehead. “Um, yeth?”
“Could you… could you spit on these?” She indicated her small, plump teats with her hooves.
I considered her teats. The fur on them was cropped so short that you could see the pink of her skin through it. Bright pink nipples, hard enough to scratch glass, poked up from the top. “Thibilanth?” I said. A spray of small flecks spattered them, glistening in the fur. Rarity’s hips shuddered.
“Oh! Yes! More!”
“Thibilanth!”
“More! Really spit on them! Make me dirty!”
I gathered up as much saliva as I could, and drooled a big, glistening puddle on top of Rarity’s left teat. Then I leaned down to suck on a nipple. I twisted my nose around while I sucked, smearing the spit into her short fur. Having something in my mouth made it fill with saliva, and soon I was able to spit a nice, glistening glob onto her other teat.
“Oh, yes, yes. Now lick me!”
I licked my chops and set to work on Rarity’s clit. Her lovely haunches began to thrust, bumping her pubis against my face. I bore down on her clitoris with my tongue.
Rarity put a hoof on the back of my head and pushed me forward. “Oh, yes. There’s a good strumpet. Faster, dear. Faster. Lady Rarity needs to come. Almost… almost…”
Her pubic bone was mashing painfully into my nose. I didn’t care. Her little nub was hot and silky under my tongue. I could feel her pulse through it. Her churning hips quickened. She jammed my face forward so hard that I was afraid she was going to break my nose, and clamped her thighs around my head. She started slamming her forehoof against the headboard.
“There! There! Oh, Frazzle! Frazzle! Aaaaahhhh! Ab dab dab dab unnnnnggggghhh.” Her body went limp.
I looked up at her. The Rarity-shaped blur had a thousand yard stare, and seemed to be drooling a little out of the corner of her mouth. “Wath that okay, Lady Rarity?”
She just laughed, and then pushed me over onto my back.
“Now, you filthy little strumpet, it is your turn!” She waved both hooves over her head. “I command you to come for me! Come hard! As many times as you can!”
I looked at my trussed up forehooves, and waggled them helplessly. “Um…”
The Rarity blur nodded. “Oh. Yes. I imagine you’ll need some help, won’t you?”
Rarity leaned over me. I lifted my forehooves helpfully out of the way as she nosed my shirt tails up over my belly button. “You aren’t going to… um… oh, no, no tickleth!!! Eeeeeek!”
She stuck her tongue right into my poor navel and rolled it around. I kicked my hind legs, trying to buck my way out from under her, but she just clamped her forelegs over me and held me down. Rarity wasn’t a big or strong mare, but she was much bigger and stronger than me!
I wailed, laughing so hard my eyes were watering and my belly hurt. I pushed on her hair, but she wasn’t going anywhere. “No! No! Crayon! Crinkliing! Crinkle wrap!” Great. Now that I finally needed it, I couldn’t remember the safeword. “Oh, for Fautht’th thake, crinoline!”
Rarity stopped and looked up at me with a shame-faced grin. “Sorry. Couldn’t help myself.” She put her head back down, but much lower this time. A gentle tongue explored the very slight curve of my belly. She kissed and nibbled at my teats, then lapped lovingly at my unruly little fluff of pubic fur. The hairbrush was still up my ass. Rarity rotated it gently so that the bristles were facing away from her chin. The she nuzzled my slimy folds, playing with them gently with her lips and tongue.
Rarity groaned happily into my folds. “Frazzle, my precious strumpet, how is it that you taste so wonderfully sweet?”
“I… I eat almotht nothing but candy, Lady Rarity. Oh… don’t stop.”
Rarity certainly didn’t. Her tongue slipped deeper into my tunnel, lick by lick, until I realized that the tongue wasn’t the only thing going inside of me. Rarity was working the tip of her muzzle against the teeny, tiny opening of my pussy until, helped by the thick coating of goo she’d picked up, her whole snout began to push inside of me.
My eyes snapped wide open. “Oh, golly!” I gasped. She pushed into me up to her eyeballs with one big thrust. Our little tickle adventure had left my head very near the edge of the bed, and this pushed my head right over it. Rarity quickly grabbed my thighs with her forelegs to keep me from going any further, but my curly ginger mane tumbled across Rarity’s bedroom floor.
The white unicorn tugged at my thighs, ramming her snout deep inside of me again and again. A warm glow of unicorn magic engulfed my clit, gently rubbing it and pinching it. I bit my lower lip and whimpered with luxurious delight. Nopony had ever done this for me before. Least of all a mare as pretty as Rarity. I thought of her perfect, bee-stung lips leaving traces of lipstick inside my cunt, and I couldn’t hold back.
I came. Second time that day, and just as hard.
My hips jerked up, slamming my pussy against Rarity’s face. My legs kicked uncontrollably. I could feel mare goo welling up around poor Lady Rarity’s muzzle. The world was spinning, ringing. Someone was screaming bloody murder, and I eventually realized it was me.
I felt Rarity pull out, gasping. “Oh! Thank Celestia you came, I was starting to run out of air.”
I wriggled up to where I could see her. She looked pretty blurry without my glasses, but I could see that my Lady was a disaster. Her mane was a sweaty, tangled mess. Her lipstick was smeared back across both sides of her muzzle and over her chin. Her glasses had been knocked completely askew. And her whole face was covered in a thick layer of my transparent filly cum. “Lady Rarity. You’re so… so beautiful…”
“Thank you, darling,” she said, reaching up to push me back down, “but I’m not done yet.”
She wrapped her lovely lips around my little lavender clit, and started to lick. She moved carefully and gently, building pace and pressure slowly. The muzzle fuck had been rough, almost violent. This was slow torture. She rubbed my clit with her tongue slowly, building and building until she could feel my thighs start to tense, and then she stopped. “Nooooo!” I wailed with frustration.
“What? Do we already want to come again? What a greedy little strumpet you are, Frazzle.” Rarity giggled, and rubbed lightly at my pussy with her hoof. “In fact…” She began to levitate that fabric marker. “Tell me, strumpet, do you generally wear a top?”
“Yeth?” What was she going to do with that marker?
“Well, you’ll certainly want to continue wearing one for the next several weeks, then.” Rarity’s magic tugged my sweater up to my legpits, and clamped my barrel firmly to the bed. She uncapped the marker, and lowered it slow to my belly, where it began to write.
“Oh, no… no… don’t… please… no…”
She glanced up at me with a raised eyebrow. I nodded, but continued to protest. “Please, thtop… I don’t want anyone to know what I’m really like!”
“Nonsense, dear. What if you become lost? What will I do then?” Rarity began to write: ‘Rarity’s Strumpet. If lost, please return to...” and then wrote her address in in careful hornwriting across my belly. She capped the marker with a flourish. “Now that you are properly marked, would you like me to claim you a final time?”
“Please do,” I moaned. “Please, Lady Rarity…”
Rarity tossed her bedraggled mane, and ground her soft hoof against my cunt. “Then beg, strumpet.”
“Puh… puh… pleathe…” I desperately wanted her to start licking me again. I felt like I could come from just her hoof, if I let myself, but it wouldn’t be the same as that silky tongue. “Pleathe, I need it. Will you lick me more?”
“That depends, Frazzle. Are you my dirty little strumpet?”
“Yes! I’m the dirtiest little strumpet!”
“Are you my sweet little fuck pig?”
“Yeth, yeth, yeth, I’m a nathty, nathty pig. Lick. Lick, pleath!”
“Will you be Lady Rarity’s pretty, pretty pussy pet forever and ever?” I could hear the amusement in her voice. She thought this was funny!
“Yeth! As long ath you want! Just lick me ple-e-athe!” I slammed my bound hooves against my forehead.
“Are you an orange and yellow striped guinea pig with pixie wings and a taste for exotic marmalade?”
“Yeth! Yeth I am! Lady Rarity I will literally thay anything you want me to! Just lick me-he-he-he!”
And she did. Her tongue wiggled rapidly up and down, roughly massaging the hot flesh of my clit. By the sixth rough lick, I was gone. The pleasure was so intense I left my body. I saw myself, twitching, biting at the tape measure around my forelegs, hind legs kicking. I saw Rarity, her body all clean lines and gentle curves, lounging between my legs still licking.
Then everything turned into purple light, and the next thing I knew I was lying next to Rarity, our legs tangled together, kissing her. Her whole mouth tasted like my pussy. Both our rib cages were heaving. I pushed my chest hard against hers, and felt our hearts beating together.
I still had the hairbrush up my ass.
I laughed into Rarity’s mouth.
———
Some time later, I was getting cleaned up. Rarity had bathed first, then excused herself to change her soaked sheets and mop up her shop floor. As she returned, I heard the soft thump of something being tossed in a trash bin.
“I’m sorry, but I can never put you anywhere near my hair again. Goodbye, old friend.”
I sighed happily and sank down into the bubble bath in Rarity’s tub, letting my mane spread out around me. Rarity’s bathroom smelled like a spice shop, and I was very much looking forward to getting to know one of those extremely fluffy towels once the water got cold.
I heard the bathroom door open.
“So.”
I opened one eye. Rarity’s hair and makeup were perfect again. “Tho.”
Rarity took a deep breath. “Thank you for showing me a lovely afternoon.”
I sighted sadly. It had been. It was over, now. “I can leave as thoon as you need me to,” I sulked, sinking down to my nostrils and eyeballs in the bubble bath.
Rarity blushed. “Actually, I was wondering… I mean, I don’t mean to presume… but it… it was… very lovely.”
I held my breath. What the buck was happening?
“I imagine that you might have some estrus leave coming.” Rarity shuffled her hoof on the tile floor. “And I was wondering if there was any chance you might be convinced to spend it in Ponyville. So that we might have a chance to become better acquainted.”
I sat up ramrod straight in the bath. Was this some kind of a joke?
Rarity continued, “I mean, simply as friends, if that’s what you’re comfortable with. There’s no reason to rush into anything.”
I tried to respond. My mouth wouldn’t work. Rarity turned, clearly misinterpreting my silence. “Very well. I’m sure you have pressing matters in Canterlot that need your attention. I apologize for my impertinence.” She hung her head.
I stumbled out of the bath, hooves flailing, water splashing everywhere. “No! Wait! Thtop!”
Rarity raised her head, and turned.
“I’d love too. Just let me thend a telegram. And… there are a couple of other thingth I need to attend to in town. Do you have a pair of pants I could borrow?”
———
I kicked open the door of the convenience store. The clerk jerked his face out of his porn magazine, and tried to stuff it under the counter.
I pointed an accusing hoof at him. “You ought to be ashamed of yourself! Treating a lady the way you did!”
The clerk pony swallowed. “I… I’m sorry?”
I clomped furiously up to the counter and slammed my hoof down on it. “Thorry isn’t good enough, bucko! I’ve half a mind to tell your mother the things you thaid to me! And a whole mind to tell your thupervithor!”
He sank down so that only his eyes were poking up over the edge of the counter. “Um… okay? Who are you, again?”
I narrowed my eyes, and leaned forward. “Your. Wortht. Nightmare.”
“Celestia please help me.”
“Also could I pleathe have three candy bars and that bag of carrot jerky?”
I pranced out of the convenience store, chewing on jerky. That had been satisfying. Earlier this morning, I’d been nopony. Now, I was a mare who had caught the eye of Rarity, Mustang magazine’s #5, #7, and #2 hottest mare in Equestria for three years running, respectively.
Not that I know anything about Mustang magazine.
Anyway, it would be crass to bring up volunteer work right away with Rarity at this point, but if things went well (hooves crossed) there would be plenty of opportunities to talk her into it. But that research expedition was the main reason I came to Ponyville! I stood in front of Twilight’s palace, stashed my glasses in a bush next to the gate, and took a deep breath. I could do this. I knocked on the door. Twilight’s little purple dragon majordomo answered.
“Yeah? What’s up?”
“I’m thorry, but I think I might’ve left my glasses here. Can I come in and have a look around?”
Spike yawned. “Yeah. Sure. Whatever.” He opened the door.
In the throne room, Twilight was talking quietly to the yellow one. Perfect! Twilight said something, and the yellow one — what was her name, again? — giggled, covering her mouth with a hoof.
“Pardon me, Printheth, just looking for my glathes,” I said, peering under the cutie map.
“Oh,” said Twilight, “I’m sorry. I thought you were wearing them when you left.”
“Wath I? Thorry, I’m tho forgetful.” I squirmed under the table, and sat up next to the yellow one. “I hope you don’t mind my thpeaking out of turn, your Highness, but it’s really a thame you weren’t interested in that research expedition. The Canterlot Geological Survey was prepared to support establishing the Everfree as a protected wildlife refuge.”
“Really?” gasped the yellow one.
“Yeth!” I fished a binder out of my saddlebags. “I can’t see a thing without my glatheth, but if you’ll just look under ‘environmental impact athethment’, you’ll see what I mean.”
I watched the yellow blur scanning the pages I’d sent her to for a minute or two. “Oh, Twilight,” she said, “I’m so sorry to change my mind, but we have to do this!”
Twilight rolled her eyes and sighed. My smile split my face in half. Today just kept getting better and better.