> Control
>  by gasmaskangel
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> A witty title goes here
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	Rarity sighed and sagged lower in the ornate tub, the hot water leaching out the soreness from her muscles. Other ponies underestimated the strain of her work, assuming that dressmaking was if anything a soothing job low in physical strain.
While she was prepared to concede that it was nothing compared to say, apple bucking, it certainly was no job for the delicate, but then looking delicate was in itself an uproariously strenuous task.
This week had been positively beastly, she’d been commissioned by one Ms. (very definately Ms, she’d been quite specific about that) Garnet, a unicorn from Canterlot who had wanted a severe black dress as befitting her station, something to impress, preferably with lots of gold fogging. She had been rather unpleasant, had completely loathed Ponyville and had displayed a somewhat disquieting disdain towards Applejack when the orange earth pony had stopped by Carousel Boutique to pick up some heavy work clothes she’d brought by the past week that had needed mending.
Ms. Garnet was in fact the sort of client who made Rarity wish she could turn away a client, but bills needed paying and besides, Rarity could never resist a challenge to her skill. 
When you are the best there is a price to pay the pale unicorn mused and that price is you have to be the best.
Still, even if Ms. Garnet had been rather loathsome the dress had been magnificent, and close to one thousand bits was now safely locked away in the basement safe. Rarity felt she had earned a bit of a reward.
That was the purpose of the entire exercise really, the hot bath, the candles and incense, the book with plain brown covers, the box of chocolates and the bottle of wine, all were set dressings for the reward.
Control was the point, Rarity had needs like anypony, but while most simply dealt with them and moved on Rarity was fascinated by them, and more than anything else she wished to control them, to satiate them as if they were merely a mechanical need like food or drink seemed a waste to her mind.
Already a slow, steady warmth was beginning to flow up from her loins, but it was far too early in the process to do anything about that. She reached out with her magic and opened the wine, brought the bottle to her nose and took a moment to savor the aroma. It smelled lovely, Berry Punch had outdone herself on this batch, though the mare claimed that the next would be even better when it matured.
She poured herself a glass and sipped it, revelling the warmth that flowed through all of her body, but in particular seemed concentrated between her legs.
A chocolate now, that brought a bit of disappointment. It was nougat, which Rarity believed to be the moral equivalent of war crime. She washed the too sweet taste from her mouth with another swallow of wine.
As she picked the next chocolate (more carefully this time to avoid another taste of nougat) she also brought up the plain brown book. 
The book could generously be described as an illustrated collection of romantic short stories, or if you were less generous as pornography. Rarity preferred to think of it as smut, because she liked the sound of the word a bit better.
She paged through and wondered what she was in the mood for this night. She’d read the entire thing several times before, and knew that there was something in there for every occasion. Here the tale of young stallion being educated on the ways of the world by a pair of older mares, there the story of a group of friends coming together to rouse the spirits of one of their number in very interesting ways. Rarity paused on one illustration, and turned to the start of its story.
Yes, she felt this one would be appropriate for this night. In Service of Lord Silverstar was the story of a young stallion, barely more than a colt serving the haughty and arrogant Lord Silverstar, and of how the young unnamed colt was the Lord’s one friend and companion when he was brought low by scandal, regarding mostly the Lord’s predilections for young stallions.
One of Rarity’s forelegs drifted down towards her indelicate parts, but she caught it before it could do more than tease.
As she had when she first read the story, Rarity wondered what the experience’s of the anonymous author had been in writing this story. Had the unknown mare or stallion touched themselves as they put pen to page?
The image of some stallion, his maleness taut and twitching as he penned the mutual masturbation scene sent another of Rarity’s forelegs dipping down, this one teasing aside a corner of the tape that covered her intimate regions. (It is a common misconception that ponies are nudists, the fact is that they find clothing that covers most of the body impractical for a variety of reasons. Because however the belief that other people’s bodies are indecent is one of the multiversal constants, ponies favored a sort of magical tape that adhered to the body until purposefully removed to cover the bits not spoken of in polite company.)
Perhaps it is time? No, she decided I’ll hold off until the first illustration.
That seemed an interminably long time as her loins ached for freedom and attention, page after page of sultry prose taunted her, and more than once Rarity caught herself  skipping over paragraphs in which nothing particularly erotic happened.
Finally with a surge of joy she turned the page and gazed upon a full color painted illustration of master bowing before servant in quite an unconventional way.
Slowly, deliberately teasing herself, Rarity pulled away the T shaped tap from her nethers, exposing first one teat, then the other, the rising like the cyclopean monolith from the ocean in one of those lurid horror stories favored by Fluttershy was the mottled white and brown glory of Rarity’s cock, her secret pride. She savored the feeling of the tape pulling away from her shaft, watching it twitch and dance in excitement, eagerness to be touched and licked.
The sensation was still more extreme as her testicals fell free, and then her slit and anus, each one sending out tormenting waves of pleasure as the adhesive tried to cling to them.
A small, cruel smile passed Rarity’s lips. She found herself thinking of her body as another person at times like this, needy and desperate for relief. She fully intended to indulge this need, but not now. Everything was more delicious when she took her time.
Not actually touching anything was important, that had to wait until she finished the story, then she would begin the real fun.
A devilish idea popped into her head, alright, a taste of what is to come then.
With all the precision she could muster, she placed a single chocolate on the flared head of her tool, nestling just in the urethra, which was already letting a few drops of pre-cum flow free.
The sensation of the sweet upon her cock made Rarity shiver, and it nearly fell.
Everything in place, she returned to the book. Currently in the story the unnamed hero was proclaiming his eternal love and devotion to his master as he came up said master’s back.
Rarity sighed wistfully. She wished she could know love, or at least pleasure like that. Despite what some hurtful speculation said, Rarity was still a virgin. Being a hermaphrodite tended to make things awkward when it came time to get intimate.
Allegedly it was nothing at all to be ashamed of these days, due to Equestria’s high magical field genetics occasionally played odd tricks on ponies and a small percentage were born as both genders. Generally this was corrected by surgery shortly after birth, but Rarity’s parents had felt it should ultimately be her decision, and she was grateful for that because quite frankly she rather enjoyed both sets of genitalia. 
After all, that was part of what had taught her the value of control, taught her just how much fun it could be.
She wondered sometimes how her friends would react to the knowledge. She doubted it would be anything too terrible, maybe some mild insensitivity at first but by now she knew them all well enough to believe that they would accept her dual gender status sooner or later. Granted Spike might take it especially poorly, but at least that would solve one particular problem she had been struggling with for some time.
Rarity rapidly redirected her thoughts from Spike. It wasn’t that she didn’t like him, it was just that he and sexy thoughts could not exist in her mind at the same time. Now Applejack on the other hand...
The white unicorn shook her head to chase thoughts of the strong, steady mare from her mind. She had come to terms with the fact she carried a small torch for her friend a while ago, but she always felt guilty for fantasizing about her muscular frame, the sweat from a long days work glistening on her orange coat.
Rarity flushed, and tried not to think about burying her head (either one really) between those firm orange thighs and read over a line of dialogue again. While she admired the storyteller’s ability to paint a very, very vivid picture, the poor dear, whoever they were, was simply rubbish at dialogue.
She was coming close to the stories end now, when the disgraced Lord and his ever faithful servant lay tangled in each other's limbs, the sweat and other fluids from the night’s love making drying on their coats and the sheets as the morning sun promised that the day would always come for them.
It was rather a sweet story she thought as she closed the book, and neatly laid it aside.
She stared at the slightly twitching shaft of her cock and weighed her options as the warm water lapped maddeningly against it.
Rarity poured herself another glass of wine while her body ached for attention. 
On the one hoof, she had done something she did not approve of by letting herself fantasize even for a moment about her friend, but on the other she had gone this long without so much as brushing against herself.
She rubbed her hooves together and stared at the chocolate perched precariously on her cock as she sipped at the wine.
Reaching out with her magic, Rarity bent the member towards her, careful not to provide more stimulation than absolutely necessary. 
Slowly it reached a point just below her chin.
Rarity leaned forward, and ran her tongue around the ridge of her cock, slowly moving it closer and closer to the candy, and shuddered with pleasure as she did so. 
Finally she slurped it into her mouth, taking time to tease her urethra with her tongue as she did so, and savored the chocolate, rich and dark of a sweet cherry filling and pulled herself away before she gave into temptation and just sucked herself off right here in the bathtub.
Rarity pulled the plug and let the water drain away. There was no point in soaping up just now, besides at this immediate moment she felt that she wouldn’t be able to touch herself without setting off an orgasm and now would be far, far too early for that.
She carefully toweled herself and let her mind drift. She recalled reading once that ponies “gifted” like her had abnormally high sex drives. Rarity didn’t know if this was true or not, though she suspected it was. There was always a sort of low, maddening heat in her loins that never went away. Even after one of her sessions Rarity always felt like repeating them a few hours later.
She never did though. That wouldn’t be any fun, or at least not the right kind of fun.
Soon enough Rarity was dry, save for the general area in between her legs. She hadn’t wanted to risk the touch. Her cock ached, pulsing out with its desire in time with her heartbeat. Rarity decided she’d have to let her arousal die away a bit before moving onto the next stage.
She went into her studio and spent a good deal of time designing a new dress, sketching it out and even setting out the choice of fabric that would make it. Rarity had found that it was always a good idea to have a few examples of her work on hoof to impress prospective clients, and she so rarely had the freedom to just let her creativity flow completely unrestricted. It was invigorating, or at least it would have been had it not been for the incessant distraction that was every stray breeze that blew over her delicate parts.
Still Rarity forced her way through, and soon found she had designed a quite fetching ensemble in white and yellow, something that would look smashing on dear sweet Fluttershy.
That was another pony that tormented her fantasies and always made Rarity feel guilty, so sweet and soft and meek. It would be so delicious to pleasure her, to hear her squeal and moan prettily while she climaxed, to feel the downy softness of her wings, to bury her head in the warm silk of her mane...
“Damnation” Rarity growled “Why do all of my friends have to be so sexy?”
It was the truth. While she had “feelings” that didn’t bear dwelling on for Applejack and Fluttershy, all of them were fantastically exciting in rather prurient ways. From Rainbow Dash’s sleek form and brash ways to Twilight’s obsessive innocence to Pinkie Pie’s bounciness.
“Damnation” she said again as Pinkie bounced into her head now. Everything about the pink earth pony was bouncy. More than once Rarity had forced herself to look away from that jiggling pink rump and had to step outside for some fresh air.
Her cock was practically rigid, twitching at every stray breeze and swung pendulously and deliciously with every movement of her body. Her balls ached to cum, her pussy was wettening slowly, a low heat gathering in her core.
At this rate I’ll climax before I’ve even touched myself Rarity thought.
Rapidly she sought for the least sexy thoughts she could find, Prince Blueblood was a possibility. An utter cad masquerading as gentlecolt. That was no good though because thoughts of pounding him relentlessly and punishing him for the way he’d disrespected both her and Applejack swam too easily into Rarity’s mind, the image of him moaning in pain and pleasure and exploding all over himself was a frequent fantasy of Rarity’s.
The diamond dogs? Also no good. Rarity sometimes wondered what would have happened had they her friends not arrived, and that fantasy usually required a cold shower to dispel as she thought about the one giving the orders choking on her cock as she pumped a massive load down his throat and he jerked off beneath her, or the small one trembling beneath her hoof as she forced him to lick it clean.
Rarity shuddered, her cock was not only fully hard again beneath her, it was actively dripping precum onto the carpet.
And the thought of that only brought one of the forbidden fantasies to the fore, the idea of a hermaphroditic Applejack bound willingly before her, a precious treasure to tease and pleasure, and image of taking the long firm cock into her mouth and pulling away before the orange earth pony could reach orgasm filled her mind.
Finally, a thought ratcheted her lust back before it could overcome her.
It was a trick Rarity had learned at the Sisterhoove’s Social, when she’d been so close to Applejack. She imaged her sister walking in on the session.
That made her cock soften, at least a little. Rarity recalled walking in on her parent’s making love once. It had tested her gag reflex to no end.
The memory of her parents writhing beneath their sheets killed Rarity’s arousal still further. On an intellectual level she knew her parent’s must have had sex to give life to both her and her darling sister, but thinking about it was the stuff nightmare’s were made of.
Rarity redirected her thoughts then. She wanted to calm down, not completely kill her arousal. She thought about a nice generic pony rump, one with an off green coat, nothing like any of her sexy, sexy friends.  All trussed up and waiting for her to tease and torment it till the quivering pussy exploded in an orgasm the likes of which the owner had never experienced.
That was where real pleasure lay, and that was what made Rarity’s virginity more frustrating. Self control was only the beginning, the ultimate control was in bringing others pleasure, in making other beautiful and happy. To control the very body of another, to drive them mad with pleasure whether it be sexual or otherwise, that was what made Rarity feel well and truly fulfilled.
Rarity left her workroom then. She decided it was time for the next level, her cock jerking back to full attention and surprising her by thumping against her belly. She smiled like a shark. A new toy had been delivered recently that promised to make this an interesting evening.
Thoughts of an unknown pony at her mercy tormented her as she came into her bedroom, then idea of licking, sucking and nibbling at somepony’s nethers then drawing away just before they could come making her cock twitch and her pussy drool. Rarity was fairly certain that she was leaving a trail of precum and her vaginal juices behind her.
And the thought of driving that anonymous pony over the edge into orgasm, not once but over and over again, well suffice to say that Rarity found it quite stimulating.
Rarity surveyed her bedroom and found it good. She’d put her special silk sheets on the bed, scattered rose petals all around, and generally made it the very picture of an intimate chamber, it would have been the envy of any romantic lead in the trashy romance novels she enjoyed from time to time.
A part of her ached to share it with another pony, but the larger part of her didn’t care at all at the moment.
The white unicorn drew three boxes from under the bed, each one labeled “Tax Documents” with a set of years for camouflage sake. That was more than enough to dissuade most ponies who might be inclined to snoop.
Rarity opened the boxes one at a time and selected a few items from each. They were all crammed full of choices, but it didn’t do to overdo these sessions.
She laid the toys out on the bed. The first choice was obvious, and considering the churning ache in her balls and hypersensitivity of her cock a necessity at this point, which made Rarity purse her lips in disappointment. She shouldn’t have to subdue herself quit this early.
The pulled the cock ring towards herself and fitted it around the base, just behind her balls and gasped. The thing worked as advertized. The magic both made her utterly mad to come and prevented it utterly. 
Carefully she pulled herself on the bed and laid down as her head spun. Her cock jerked and throbbed, Rarity felt on the very edge of orgasm but it just would not come. She took in deep breaths, and slowly reached a point where she could think again, at least enough to pull up the next couple of toys to torment her cock.
One was a set of small beads, which she levitated to her urethra. There was a small amount of pain as she forced the first one in, which was rapidly eclipsed by pleasure as the enchantment was activated by her body heat.
It took her fifteen minutes of agonizing pleasure to force the entire chain of six beads down the thin tube of her urethra, each one causing more pain and pleasure than the last. Finally the last one was in and Rarity lay gasping on the sheets, sweat shining against her coat. She stared in a combination of pride and awe at the ring at the end of the string. 
After a nice rest to adjust to the mind shattering pleasure, Rarity chose the next toy, this one also for her cock.
It was a small vibrator shaped like an egg and affixed to a strap that Rarity had made especially for it. She attached it to just under the flared head of her cock, and pressed the button that set it to slow pulsing vibrations at random intervals.
Afterwards, she decided that the egg vibrator should go last from then on because the insane pleasure it brought her with every buzz made it hard to concentrate enough to even get the anal beads up onto the bed. She had to turn it off while she applied the lube and slid them slowly into her anus.
This was tricky. Rarity had only recently decided to include anal masturbation into her little sessions, and there was no small amount of discomfort as she slid first one, then the next up into her backdoor. She was able to get three of the thirteen beads up their before she decided to stop. Next time she would get four she promised herself.
The last step was the dildo. Vibrator’s made it all too easy so for her pussy Rarity stuck to simple latex and rubber prosthetics. 
The one she selected was shaped like no cock that had ever existed, it was made of small rounded orbs that by yet another enchantment shifted position constantly, some thickening, others shrinking.
Rarity was wet enough that it slid in easily, and once again she activated the egg vibrator strapped to her cock, and lay for a moment nearly catatonic with pleasure as it buzzed against her shaft.
Another jolt of mind shattering pleasure shot through her as the magic dildo shifted, a large or flowing down to base and pressing against her clit. Rarity had to lay still and pant for a while, waiting for her will to reassert itself, but in the meantime allowing herself to just drown in a sea of stimulation. 
Finally she was able to think coherently again. She was aware that the dampness between her legs had become a flood, and that her cock was an aching rod of barely suppressed need.
She felt down her body with her magic, carressing and pinching her nipples while once again vowing to look into getting them pierced. Her magic reached the dildo and took hold of it. She took a moment to select an appropriate fantasy.
An old but good one lept to the fore. Princess Celestia. Rarity had come close to shaming herself back in Canterlot when the Princess had generously given her a suite to stay in, had actually bent down and kissed her hooves. That night her ordinarily iron self control had broken and she’d made rather a large mess in the suite’s bathroom as she visualized herself submitting to the Princess.
Celestia would not be a mutant as Rarity was, rather she wore a strapon stallionhood. She was perfect, she dominated Rarity utterly in this dream, thrusting slowly but steadily, building speed, and as Rarity thought of this she mimicked it with the dildo in her own gash.
Celestia would lean in close and whisper sweet obscenities to Rarity, how the unicorn belonged to her, was owned by her, how Rarity would spend many years either spitted upon that marvelous strapon or with her face buried in Celestia’s divine cunt, licking her Princess, her mistress, her owner to orgasm after orgasm, drinking the sweet juices and blissed out of her mind. Celestia whispered how Rarity would make the very outfit that marked her as the Princess’s slave, her plaything. It would be all black shiny rubber and latex, with straps coiled and taut to just hide her dripping pussy and aching teats, how her cock would forever be loose and unsatisfied, drooling precum constantly as her balls ached for release, how she would suck the monstrous member off to please the Princess, and then right as Rarity was about to climax at the thought of being loved and degraded, a favored slave drenched in her own come, sopping wet pussy desperate to be filled and mouth hungry for the taste of her mistresses juices the princess stopped, pulling the strap on out of Rarity’s tight cunt.
Outside of the fantasy Rarity did the same, pulling the dildo fully out, denying herself the release of a female orgasm. She reveled in the denial, it was absolutely delectable.
Once her aching need had subsided a bit she returned the dildo to her slit as she returned to the fantasy.
Celestia was a master of toying with needy unicorn pussy. She pressed Rarity’s cock down to her chest as she thrust into her and commanded her in a regal yet gentle voice to suck, for it pleased Celestia to see such things. Rarity pulled her stallionhood to her mouth and began to lick and kiss the head, savoring the taste and pleasure. She couldn’t last much longer.
Again Celestia pulled out just before orgasm could come, and again Rarity removed the dildo before she could climax.
The process repeated itself many times, Celestia whispering the filthiest loving words into Rarity’s ears, promising her pleasure and servitude, a glorious blessed existence where she was not but gentle, soft tool for the pleasure of the Princess, where she could give and give and give till nothing was left, and the Princess promised that when nothing was left she would lay in silk sheets, tended to by gentle ponies till she could give still more pleasure. The Princess would be kind to her slaves, would love them with all her heart.
Rarity knew she couldn’t hold out much longer, she seized the ring of the string of beads in her cock hole in her teeth and began to slowly, torturously draw them forth. Timing would be everything as her magic found not just the dildo which now slammed in an out of her cunt , driving her closer and closer to the edge of brilliant, glorious release, but the release of the cock ring.
As the last orb in her urethra left it in an explosion of pleasure and pain, her pussy spasmed and clamped down on the dildo, fluid gushing from her slit and Rarity released the cock ring and a sun exploded in her head as both her male and female parts orgasmed at the same moment.
Her cock jerked and sprayed forth its pearly treasure like a firehose, a rope of jism splattering in her open screaming mouth, and more plastering her mane to her head in a great sticky mess as her cunt racked her body with electric jolts of impossible pleasure. Her come sprayed against the head of her bed and the wall, dripping down and splashing everything around her.
Slowly though returned though her cock still spurted and her pussy still squirted. The come drench unicorn pulled her cock to her lips and drank down several healthy mouthfuls of her own come, she found she actually enjoyed the salty, alkaline taste. and when she pulled away to breath and let still more of her come splash onto her face and pillow she savored the last mouthful before swallowing it down.
Finally her orgasm began to slow, and come merely drooled and dribbled from her cock, her pussy no longer soaked the bed and she could concentrate enough to withdraw the sticky dildo.
Rarity brought it to her mouth and licked it clean of her tangy juices, just as in her fantasy the Princess had her clean the strapon. Again she found she could not understand those who disliked the taste. It was the sweetest nectar to Rarity.
Her last thought as she drifted off to sleep, her cock returning to its half hard state and her cunt going from sopping to merely damp was a shameful thought of Applejack, bound, gagged and blindfolded, moaning as Rarity lick her to orgasm after orgasm. She was dimly aware as she drifted away that her cock had become hard again and Rarity knew that sweet dreams awaited her. In the morning she’d see what could be salvaged of the sheets and pillowcases.
In Rarity’s dreams Applejack tasted like spices and cider.