Letter
Rarity flopped onto her bed, she had been having a rough couple of weeks with her boutique, the Princesses had let it slip at the last Gala that she had been the designer of their dresses. She had all but fainted at having a royal endorsement from three princesses, but she was finding out not everything goes how you would like. While she adored the attention to her work, as well as the boost in business, Rarity was starting to feel run down. Two weeks of almost non-stop customers, all of them wanting custom work done, and while she was all but too happy to take each and every one of them, the work was certainly piling up.
So here she was, sprawled out on her bed, exhausted. But there was more than that, while she would never show it, much less tell anypony about it, Rarity was rather lonely. Sure she had her friends, and she wouldn’t trade them for anything, but sometimes a mare needs more. She lay there contemplating this, what did she need? Somepony to talk to? No she could relate to Twilight and Fluttershy on a sophisticated level. Perhaps she just needed somepony to help out? No, Applejack and Spike were both more than capable of helping, unless it was the actual designing of clothes, that was just not Applejack's skill set.
Rarity grabbed a pillow, holding it close to her chest. Looking down at if for a moment she had a thought, perhaps what she needed was somepony to stand beside her, to be there when she needed to just relax, somepony to hold at night...
Or you just need to get rutted. Her mind supplied.
Rarity paused as that particular thought crossed her mind, it was true a mare had needs, some far more primal than others. But even so, Rarity was a mare of class, she wasn’t one to just go around lifting her tail for ponies. Rarity just stared at the ceiling, letting her thoughts go where they would, as she tried to sort herself out. The clear ring of the front door bell brought Rarity out of her musings, she knew she had locked the door, Ponyville wasn’t known for its high crime rate. Getting up Rarity made her way to the main floor of her boutique.
“Sweetie Belle, what are you doing… up… this…”
Rarity’s words trailed off as she came to the empty showroom floor, there was nopony in sight, and all was quiet. Looking around Rarity saw Opalescent in her cat bed, sleeping soundly. Rarity looked at the front door, then the bell above it. Neither gave any answer as to what had happened.
Oh yes, I forgot. Sweetie Belle is having a sleepover at Applebloom’s with Scootaloo, then how did? Rarity paused for a moment before facehoofing. I’m so tired I’m hearing the bell in my head, guess being successful has its downsides too.
Rarity turned to go back upstairs when something caught her eye. On the floor in front of the door was a letter, it stood out because Rarity knew it wasn’t there when she closed the shop, and the mail never came this late, so where did it come from? Then Rarity got an idea, perhaps it was from a secret admirer, some handsome stallion wishing to court her in private? It sounded so romantic!
Rarity blinked as she realized she hadn't even picked up the letter yet, and she was already fantasizing about some mystery lover, it was more likely somepony dropping off a late request. Taking the letter in her magic she inspected it, a plain white envelope, no name or even a cutie mark on the seal, very odd. When Rarity looked inside she gasped, sitting there was a flat cut sapphire set into the middle of an elegant silver disk. The disk had carvings all along its edge giving it a very lovely appearance. The entire thing was just slightly smaller than her hoof, but it was very well crafted and was easily very expensive as well.
“Well I don’t know who you are,” Rarity said to the empty room. “But you have my attention.”
Rarity returned to her room, the gift floating in her magic. Once in her room she began to examine the gift in more detail, the silver and sapphire seemed to be fused together, rather than being set into one another. Whoever made this really knew what they were doing, and were very skilled in their craft. But alas with no marking on either it or the envelope it came in there was no way to tell who it was from, leaving the item on her night stand Rarity lay back in bed. She became lost in her thoughts once again, wondering who might have sent her such a gift.
She never saw the blue mist come out of the gem, the mist floated down to the floor where it slipped under the bed. There was an unseen transformation, the result, however was very quickly noticed. Long flexible tentacles quietly slipped out from under the bed, they move quickly without sound, and with clear intent. Rarity noticed something out of the corner of her vision, glancing over she looked just in time to see a grayish blue tentacle seemingly come from nowhere, as it shot across the bed grabbing her left hind leg.
“What do you think you're doing?! Unhoof me, you ruffian!”
Rarity gave a few firm kicks in the air as she tried to dislodge the tentacle, it seemed to not even notice as it coiled its way around her leg getting a firmer grip. Rarity readied her magic, preparing to blast the creature around her leg, she never saw the other one behind her. With a startled yelp Rarity was yanked back, the offending appendage wrappings its way around her neck as it pulled her back. Rarity now struggled in earnest, readying another spell to fend off her attacker, only to have the tentacle around her neck slide up to her horn with fighting speed. It moved slowly up her horn, as if licking it, the sensation disrupted her magic making her spell fizzle out.
“Now see here, t-this is no way t-to treat a l-lady!” Rarity couldn’t help her voice cracking.
Despite her protest the several appendages seemed to not listen, Rarity now realized that there was a tentacle on each of her limbs, coiling around her securing their hold. Rarity thrashed and struggled with every ounce of energy she had left, the appendages around her legs held firm. Rarity’s thrashing only served to tire her out, she was already tired after a long day of work, and soon the last of her energy was spent. For several moments she lay there panting, her body limp in the grasp of her captor, who or whatever it was.
“So, now what?” She asked the tentacles.
The tentacle withdrew from her horn, as she no longer had the energy to cast spells. She could feel it shift around her neck, but it never tightened, staying just loose enough to remain noticed without choking. It trailed down her face, before stroking her cheek, in an almost lovers like fashion. Rarity sighed, it had been quite some time since she had felt something like this, despite her current circumstance it still felt nice. After a moment the tentacle pulled back, before leaning in and pecking Rarity on the tip of her snout. She gave a startled ‘Oh’, at the contact, not that she minded the gesture.
Rarity felt her forelegs being moved, instead of being held part they were brought in front of her barrel, where a single tentacle wrapped around them tying them together. Her hind legs remained apart, but were moved into a more comfortable position, resting up and apart. Rarity could see a few more tentacles appearing from… where ever the rest had come from, she really couldn’t tell. As they began to touch her, Rarity took notice if their texture for the first time, they were soft, silky almost, slightly firm and warm to the touch.
Rarity couldn’t help but moan slightly, the tentacled appendages were caressing and stroking her in all the right ways. Each of her cutie marks were softly caressed, one was trailing light teasing touches across her belly, even the ones holding her legs had moved to use feathery touches on each of her frogs. Rarity had to admit, she was thoroughly enjoying the treatment, despite the rough opening she was starting to relax and was enjoying every touch. She gave a gasp when she felt the lightest touch across one of her teats, a moment passed and the other one received the same touch. Slowly over each teat the same touch, it was slow, almost torturously so, it was the kind of teasing from someone who was in no hurry to move on to the next part. The appendage around her neck began brushing the very edge of her ear, something of a very sensitive spot for the white mare.
Rarity was panting now, finding herself very turned on. She had never told a single pony, but she had a secret fetish for being dominated, a successful business mare like her, sometimes she just wanted somepony else to take charge. Right now, she realized that she was at the complete mercy of this… creature? Who or whatever it was, it seemed to know just how to get her very hot and bothered. She felt something very lightly, begin to trace the edge of her slit. The touches became more and more noticeable, eventually, she felt one of the tentacles gently rubbing the very edge of her slit, just close enough for it to be teasing, but just far enough back to ensure there would be no penetration. Rarity was panting hard now, feeling herself become wetter by the moment. She felt the warm drip of her mare cum as it leaked from her now soaking pussy, she felt yet another tentacle lightly touch her clit, or at least she thought it was another, there could be a hundred or just ten, and she wouldn’t be able to tell right now.
The tentacle touching her clit was so very light, so very soft, that it did just enough to stimulate her, but would never satisfy her needs. Rarity bit her lip, the teasing was beginning to become too much without receiving what she now needed. The light touches on her belly, teats, frogs and ears had become torturous in her over sensitive state. The intimate touches on her clit and edges of her slit kept building her up, never letting her get high enough to climax, the feeling of being helpless continued to turn her on through the entire ordeal. Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore, her hips began bucking in a desperate attempt to get anything inside her, to have something bring her release.
“P-please, I don’t care what you do, just don't keep teasing me like this!”
Rarity felt another peck on her snout, just before she felt something at her entrance. It seemed big, but right now anything would have seemed huge in her overly aroused state. She felt it slide across her winking slit, teasing her yet again, just when she thought she might go insane from the teasing, it plunged into her. Stars exploded in Rarity’s vision, the large object really did feel huge, it filled her up more than any toy she had used before. It seemed to keep going, filling her deeper and deeper. Finally, it bottomed out, pressing a very generously flared tip against her cervix. Taking in gulps of air, Rarity looked down taking in the sight of her fullness. One of the many tentacles pleasuring her was currently buried in her soaking wet pussy, it seemed darker and even a bit firmer than the others, and was clearly larger. Looking at her belly, she could see a bulge in it from the massive tool impaling her. Slowly it began to retreat, still seeming in no hurry, content to let things build up. Rarity could see that at least the part inside her was transformed into a stallion's cock, and a very large one at that. Drawing back until just the flare was inside, it waited a moment, letting Rarity become frustrated once more, before slamming back in completely in one thrust. Rarity could only give a breathless squeak, being impaled once again. Slowly back out, hard and deep back in, it was setting the rhythm, one that even still kept Rarity on edge, she tried bucking her hips, forcing the large cock back in her, but her body was held firm.
Even with the slower rhythm, Rarity felt her climax building, it had been a glowing fire before, now being constantly flamed it turned into a raging inferno, one that was about to let loose. Seemingly sensing that she was close, the large cock slammed into her, then again and again with no build up, slamming into her soaking pussy. Rarity felt her floodgates break, throwing her head back in a wordless scream. Her pussy clenched, holding the large cock inside her for all she was worth. Even though her orgasm the soft and gentle touches continued, bringing her to even higher levels of climax. Rarity had no idea how long she had been climaxing, it felt like hours if not days, her back arched and her entire body stiff.
Eventually, she came down, slowly returning to reality. She was still bound, but she hardly cared, she had never had an orgasm like that, and she was content to simply lay there in the afterglow. At some point Rarity regained her senses, her forelegs were still bound and the large pseudo-cock was still buried deep inside her.
“Well, that was easily the hardest orgasm I’ve ever had.” She said with a happy grin on her face. “But something tells me you're not quite done, are you darling?”
As if to answer, Rarity found herself rolled over. Her forehooves were tucked underneath her, resting her head on the bed. Her rear was now in the air, ready for mounting. The tentacles holding her legs now supported her body’s weight, allowing her to keep her legs relaxed. She felt a sheet of fabric on her face just before her sight went dark. She felt a tentacle wrap around her tail, holding it up and out of the way. The large pseudo-cock slowly began moving once again, taking the time to build up her fire. Rarity needed no build up, she was in a ponies natural mounting position, bound and unable to see, all of it was more than enough to get her going again.
This time started out slowly, the large pseudo-stallion pumping in and out of her at a steady rate. Rarity let herself become lost in the feeling, simply enjoying the sensation of a warm cock deep inside her. Suddenly she felt something begin probing her tail hole, she tensed never having done something like this before. Part of her wanted to tell these things to stop, not to use her rear like that, but a larger part of her wanted to know what it felt like, things had been pleasurable so far, so why not?
“Please be gentle.” Rarity whimpered.
The insertion was slow, letting her ease into the feeling. The tip of the intruder teased at Rarity's pucker hole, coaxing it to relax and open up. Sliding in was easy now, her rear was lubed from her previous orgasm, allowing the tentacle easy entrance deeper within her. Rarity could feel both intruders deep within her now, the one in her ass was thankfully much smaller, being just the right size to fill her out without hurting, there was a moment pause before the two started working in tandem. The pseudo-cock in her pussy slammed home, while the on in her ass pulled back nearly pulling out. Then they switched, one in one out, back and forth never giving Rarity a moments rest. The intensity of it all brought Rarity to another climax quickly, her entire body shuddered, even as the rough pounding continued.
As Rarity had barely come down from her climax, she felt one of the tentacles wrap around her horn. Rarity went crossed eyed, even if they were covered, at the new sensation. Horns were sensitive during intimacy, and the treatment hers was receiving only made it more so. It had was wrapped in the soft warm appendage, as it started stroking it. Rarity had little choice but to endure it all, she was being rutted in both holes, as well as receiving a horn job, to say she was in bliss would be an understatement. Another orgasm hit her with fresh waves of pleasure, this time sparks of magic shot off from her horn, adding to her already intense climax. Rarity barely came down from her climax, when she felt something else at her muzzle.
“Wha-Mmmm!”
The moment she opened her mouth to protest the cock slid in, it gave a few shallow thrusts in her mouth, lubing it quite well, Rarity had done oral a few times, but never forcefully like this. The pseudo-cock pulled back, the flare just inside her lips. Slowly it began sliding in, not stopping as it began sliding down her throat. Rarity gagged slightly, having never taken a stallionhood so deep before. She felt it deep in her throat now, the tentacle still around her neck squeezed slightly, making the feeling in her throat even more pronounced. The pseudo-cock quickly withdrew, allowing Rarity to gasp for air. Slowly the process repeated, the pseudo-cock seemed to slide down her throat easier each time, each time pulling back just as she needed air.
Rarity had to admit it was a frightening experience, not knowing if the pseudo-cock would stay lodged in her throat, she was vulnerable, completely at the mercy of her captor, it only made the whole experience that more exciting. Rarity was completely lost, her mind was awash with the high of climax after climax, she was starting to wonder if she was indeed climaxing over and over, or just in one continuous orgasm.
It seemed to the former, as Rarity felt something build in her, her over sensitive body finally unable to take any more. It seemed her captor was also aware and was readying for a final climax. Her throat was being quickly pounded now, much like her abused pussy. Rarity tried not to bite down on the pseudo-cock in her mouth, but the intensity of her approaching orgasm made it hard. The tentacle around her throat for the first time squeezed, hard. Rarity choked as she was nearly strangled, it was a feeling of complete dominion she had never felt before, it sent her over the edge.
Rarity screamed as loud as she could around the pseudo-cock in her mouth, as her climax crashed over her like angry waves on the beach. Her legs shuddered as her pussy winked and spasmed uncontrollably, her back arched high as if trying to push her orgasm even higher. Seemingly in time with her climax each of the pseudo-cocks climaxed with her, filling each of her holes with hot thick cream. Rarity could feel the pulse of each as they came, filling her very depths of her pussy, drilling right into her womb. They filled her completely until she was leaking, they sprayed her mouth coating her tongue fully in their offered cream. Rarity had never felt such an intensity before, it made all of her previous orgasms dull in comparison. When she felt the cum in her mouth she tried swallowing as much as she could, not wanting to waste any. Her orgasm seemed to last hours, it might have, she had no way of knowing. When she did finally begin to come down, everything felt light and fluffy, she was sure this was how it was to lay on a cloud.
As Rarity slowly came to her senses, how long it took she would never know. She felt each of the pseudo-cocks slowly pulling out. Her vision was still blocked, it only made her senses, especially touch more aware. She felt something cool at her rear again, this one was hard and unforgiving, Rarity blushed realizing it was on of her own plugs. She was still in her mounting position when she felt something being rubbed along her, it was warm, wet as well as soft, wet towels? Were these things really cleaning her after everything? Indeed they were, Rarity let herself enjoy this feeling, nopony had ever treated her like this, she was sure she was going to be spoiled now to all other stallions. After getting cleaned, Rarity was shifted laying on her side. The blindfold was removed, Rarity looked over herself. Her coat was clean of the sweat and other fluids, while it had been rather rough at times, she felt relaxed overall. Looking down at her belly, she saw a slight bulge, if anypony else saw her she would look about a month or two pregnant.
Rarity looked around, finding a few of the tentacles still lingering. She reached out for the one that was retreating from her neck.
“Stay with me, won't you?”
The tentacle wrapped itself around her outstretched hoof, coiling itself around her leg, wrapping once around her barrel and withers, before its end rested on her neck. Holding the coiled appendage close to her, Rarity drifted off to sleep, feeling more satisfied than she ever had, she only hoped that ‘he’ would indeed stay, she wanted nothing more than to have endless nights of rough, satisfying passion again.