Ready, Aim, Misfire...
“Look, I know it’s not my place, and it’s a lot to ask…” Spike says haltingly.
You’re standing just inside the door to Twilight’s home with your “friend” Spike. You use that term so hesitantly, because it’s not so much that you like the little purple sad-sack. But you get the feeling he really doesn’t have a lot of friends, so much as he has ponies who he serves. Maybe someday you’ll help him throw down the chains of oppression. More likely you’ll take advantage of it yourself. But for now, he’s asked to speak with you, and you’ve tentatively oblidged. The baby dragon fumbles for words and clicks his two front claws together.
“What is it?” you say gently.
He swallows hard and looks at the floor, as if it might have some confidence for him. You don’t think you’ve seen him this red-faced or nervous before. Not even that time you caught him anally pleasuring himself with Twilight’s Tiara. You don’t think the two of you ever really spoke about that incident in full, and that’s just fucking fine with you. Better he didn’t know you’d tried it too just the night before.
“Well, there’s this pony I like.”
“Rarity?”
He looks up in surprise, some color draining from his face.
“Yeah, how’d you know?” he says uncomfortably.
“Spike, buddy, everyone knows.”
“Well, not her. At least I don’t think so,” he says with a sigh. “She never looks at me the way I’d like her to. But…you seem close to her!”
“I do?”
You really aren’t close with her, but you suppose you’ve talked with her a couple of times alone before, so that’s likely what he’s getting this from. Spike nods.
“I just want one chance with her so…could you… maybe?”
“Maybe what?”
“Put in a good word for me? Set us up on a date or something?”
He smiles at you then, hopeful and embarrassed.
To be honest, you don’t really want to do that. Rarity’s creamy white ass has caught your eye on more than one occasion, and you’d been considering asking her out yourself. It’s been way too long since you’ve gotten any, and she seems like the best candidate. Well, besides Pinkie, but you suspect she’s way too kinky even for you. Probably the creepy kind. So you’re probably going to pass on helping him.
But then you remember that time that Spike pretended to be your teddy bear when you were homesick. You popped that awkward boner…
Yeah, ok you owe him.
You let out a long, thoughtful sigh. Upon seeing this expression change, the baby dragon clasps his claws and gives you a pleading look.
“Ok,” you say at last. “Ok, ok. I don’t know how much good it’ll do, but I’ll ask her to consider it.” You pause and hold up a finger. “But under one condition.”
“Name it.”
“You actually ask her out yourself. I’ll just try to butter her up for you, then you swoop in and be mister suave, ok?”
Spike cracks the biggest smile you’ve ever seen. A creepy scaly cheshire cat grade smile.
“Thanks Anon! How can I ever repay you?”
“Just…clean the crown up when you’re done next time.”
“What?”
“Nothing.”
——
You rap sharply on Rarity’s door and wait uncomfortably for a reply. This is so fucking stupid. Like a lady such as her would go for short, purple, and awkward back there. She deserves a real man. Or…stallion. Yeah. You meant stallion.
You hear a bustle of dainty girly motion from inside.
“Just a second darling!” you hear her call in those melodious tones.
After another shuffling and bumping from within, the door creaks open a crack. Half of Rarity’s face appears through the opening. She seems a bit cheered to see you there.
“Oh, Anon it’s you! Just the man I was looking for.”
Don’t you know it, baby. Er, wait, you meant…
“Hey Rarity, could I come in and talk to you for a minute?:”
“Of course, of course…come right in!”
She steps back from the door and motions you inside.
No sooner have you entered than you notice something different about Rarity. Everything about her body looks perfectly normal, her swirled purple mane looks fine, her coat is immaculately brushed…But on her face, just bellow her eye, is a large red welt. No, not a welt. A pimple.
You can’t suppress a gasp of horror at such a grotesqueness marring such an otherwise lovely face. She frowns pathetically at your reaction and lets out a whining sigh.
“I know, I know. It was just there this morning.”
“What…what happened?”
“I can’t say! I never really had this problem before. Maybe something I ate?” she chews her lower lip. “I always did think Applejack put something funny in those cakes.”
“Are you…can you…” you look for the least insulting words. “Can you make it…go away.”
“I’ve been trying,” she says with another feminine sigh. “And I’ve looked through all the books you can imagine, truly. But alas, nothing from Equestria can relieve pimples quickly.”
You shake your head. What a pity…well, maybe with a paper bag or something…
Then she smiles sheepishly.
“I did say nothing from Equestria, darling” she says slyly. “That’s why I wanted to talk to you.”
“To me?”
“Yes. You see, I spoke with Zecora. It turns out she knew a very helpful remedy.”
You brighten too.
“And I can help make it happen? Ok then, cool, how can I help?”
“Well, you’re actually sort of the remedy.”
You pause to think about it for a moment. How could you be the remedy? Ah! It must be the thumbs. It must be something involving hands or thumbs. Maybe you’re supposed to…pop it? Gross. You're gross, Rarity. But hey, a friend in need and all that stuff.
“Yes?” you prompt her further.
You notice she’s blushing suddenly and can’t meet your eyes. Embarrassed to ask for help maybe? Ashamed of not being self sufficient in her beauty practices?
“You see, Anon, humans have special healing agents in their seed, and apparently it’s simply the best thing for problematic skin and pimples. So…”
Your body goes tense as you stare at her in absolute shock.
Seed? Wait. Wait just a fucking minute. Does she mean?
“Rarity,” you ask slowly. “Are you asking me to…to…cum on your face?”
She turns almost magenta as the blush reaches all the way back to her ears.
“Well, in a way….yes.”
You have no words. None. She’s looking at you with shame in her large, teary eyes, but there’s sincerity there too. She actually wants you to do this, she means it. Rarity, in all her pale and beauteous glory, wants you to give her a cum facial.
“But only for my flawless skin, you understand,” she says quickly. “Still…I’ll try to make this…good for you too.”
Well, time to cast off the oppressive pants regime!
They hit the floor before Rarity can utter another word. Yeah, fuck whatever else you were here to do, you don’t even remember what that was anymore. You’re also pleased to find that you’re already rock hard, so that takes away the warm-up aspect of things. She blinks at your naked member, then up at you with what might be fear.
“W-what do I…uh…do?” she says uncomfortably.
Has she never done this before? Is…is this her first time with something like this? You’d feel honored it you weren’t so preoccupied with the idea of what your cum will look like streaking her precious white fur.
“Kneel,” you tell her simply. “It’ll…make things easier.”
Rarity sort of squats down on her knees and hind quarters and looks up into your face. You reach down and set to work stroking it over her poised and expectant face.
“Close your eyes,” you tell her. “And…open your mouth, it’ll make this…over quicker.”
“Like…this?”
The pony tips back her head and opens her mouth. Her light pink tongue glistens, as if knowingly waiting for your load. It’s the perfect expression, and you feel a swelling of desire in your cock. It’s not sex, sure, but hell, this is the most action you’ve had since you got here. You’ll take it. Well, maybe with one addition.
“Yeah,” you tell her. “That looks good. And can you maybe, just, lick it a little too? It’ll help.”
She cringes, but obliges.
You stifle a moan as she slides her tongue gently over the underside of your head and up around the sides, methodically licking the entire tip of your dick. She’s better than anyone you’ve had before. Who knew pony’s had such talented tongues? And now you sincerely doubt that this is her first time.
You’re getting surprisingly close as her lips and tongue make another lap of your head. You speed up your strokes too as you feel the tension building inside you. You feel her body shudder through the area where her tongue and your cock meet. Is she actually enjoying this? With your free hand you gently push her face back from you, watching as a single string of saliva trails from the tip of your penis to her lower lip. Fuck, that sight is enough to do it. Still, you promised you’d get it on her face and you’re only too happy to do so.
“Hold still, it’s coming,” you say breathily as you reach your apex.
She keeps her mouth wide, tongue out, waiting…
It’s happening. You’re going to cum.
“Hello? Rarity, it’s-”
You turn suddenly in surprise to see the demure form of your “friend” Spike standing in the doorway. He’s wearing a little bow tie and holding a bouquet of wildflowers in one claw. He’s looking at you with utter confusion, maybe a hint of betrayal.
That’s all you really have time to see before you blow your load.
You watch in horror as you uncontrollably release a massive, pent up spurt of cum in Spike’s direction. He shrieks like a teenage girl and holds up one arm in vain, trying to shield himself from the onslaught. But it’s too late. Flecks and gobs of white spatter his stomach, arms and cheek. It makes a sickening splat noise as it hits his open, screaming little mouth. It’s only seconds before he looks like a very sticky Jackson Pollock.
He drops the flowers and sinks to his knees. His eyes are focused far away, like he’s left his small ruined body so he doesn’t have to experience what just happened to him any more. He makes a gurgling noise as a fleck of saliva and cum drips from his quivering lip.
Welp. You just came on a baby dragon. Who would have thought you’d get to scratch bestiality and pedophilia off your list in one day? Rarity, now standing beside you, gasps in disgust and scrambles forward to hug the little dragon to her. You had no idea she’d be so concerned for Spike like this.
“You wasted it!”
Well, so much for that.
“But…” you stammer.
“And look! Look what you did to poor Spikey-wikey!”
Ok, so there’s some concern. Well, either that or she’s nuzzling his face to try to get a little of the cum on her, what you now realize is pulsing, zit. You pant hard, still exhausted by the effort, looking in terror down at the baby dragon covered in your semen. He sobs quietly, shaking against Rarity, as he looks up at you with a hurt and questioning gaze.
“A-anon…why…”
You look from his quaking form to an indignant and embarrassed Rarity, your exposed cock still dripping remnants of cum. You're so completely overwhelmed by the situation that you don't even think to stuff it back into your pants.
“B-but…” you manage to stutter. “I was…did you…”
“Did he what?” Rarity demands.
“…y-yeah,” sniffs Spike. “Did I…?”
There’s no way to fix this. There is nothing at all you can say or do. You swallow hard and feel a cracking, crooked, trembling smile sneak onto your face.
“…did you at least enjoy it?”
And that’s the last time anyone in Equestria ever asks for you help.
-End-