A Mysterious Present
Rarity let out a weary sigh as she hung the last of the dresses onto the rack. It had been a long week, but she finally finished up her work. She could hardly contain a giggle as she envisioned the hefty payday she would soon receive from some very satisfied customers. Of course, she thought such material pursuits were trivial compared to the elegance that she was bestowing upon Equestria; the beauty she brought to the world was payment enough. Every gown, every laced trim, every carefully-eyed stitch meant one less crime against fashion would be committed. That being said, it was still tiring work, and even somepony of her ability had to retire to luxury every now and then. With Sweetie Belle off with her friends doing who knows what, now was the perfect time for a late evening trip to the spa.
“This shall be simply divine!” Rarity exclaimed as she flung open the door, only to stumble over something as she excitedly hurried out. Her eyes fell upon a rather unsophisticated cardboard box with a single white daisy placed on top. “Oh, one of these things again. I swear, these ponies cannot keep their eyes off me!” She couldn’t help but smirk at the thought of another hopeless romantic offering up their affection before stealing away into the night. Her presents ranged from charming to underwhelming, and considering the lackluster package, she could only assume it was the latter. Still, a gift was a gift, and she would be lying if she said she wasn’t at least a little excited. Her horn gave off a faint azure glow as she carried the box into the boutique.
“I will save this little one for later.” Rarity goaded the daisy as she tucked it into a nearby bouquet. With the top clear, she gingerly cut through the tape and peered inside. Immediately, a terrible odor assailed her nose, causing her to tear her head away from the source, tears forming in her eyes. “Wha- I-…what was that wretched odor!?” She put a hoof over her nose to avoid the nauseating scent and looked into the box. Eyes dilated and pupils constricted, she fell to the ground in abject horror, mouth struggling to make a coherent sound.
“W-w-was th-that…m-muh-m…MEAT!?” Rarity struggled to slow her breathing and pull herself up while reeling from the shock. Her horn glowed once again as she slowly lifted the perpetrator out of its container. Once it was placed firmly out in the open, she moved in cautiously for a better look. The base was unassuming, and looked like an everyday carrot dog. A bit higher up however, things went terribly wrong. Instead of a carrot, a dull red, phallic meat stick stood nestled betwixt the buns, bathed in brown, loathsome beef chunks. A light sprinkle of cheese on top was the only thing remotely colorful about this monstrosity. This wasn’t a carrot dog, this was a…a…
“Ch-chili dog!?” Rarity yelled out, stopping just short of fainting once again. “W-well, I never!” She had heard of such horrors, tales of ferocious beasts eating other living things. But never had she seen such things with her own eyes until now. With a wounded look, she brought a trash can over to the table, ready to drop the fiend inside. “Vile thing! You are not long for this worl-“
*GROWL*
“Uh-um…oh my…” Rarity held a hoof to her stomach, the stench of the meat reminding her just how long she had gone without a meal while caught up in her work. She had planned to enjoy the hors d’oeuvres served at the spa, but…
*GROWL*
“Ooooh…I suppose, maybe…no! A lady of my standing will not stoop to such bestial levels of pleas-“
*GROOOWL*
“Gah! I guess one bite could not hurt…but-“
*GRRROOOOWWWL!*
“Okay! Fine, you win!”
*Grmph*
Rarity looked around the room, making sure she was in the clear. Nopony would ever know, and no harm would be done…right? Even she was the slightest bit curious about the taste, her inner self always found partaking in such taboo events to be…liberating in a sense. Perhaps it was the constant effort of keeping up appearances at all times. Regardless, she found herself sitting down, prim and proper, mouth eagerly open as her meal floated inside. She stopped short of taking a bite, however, when an idea popped into her head, and she clasped the bun tightly between her hooves, feeling a dribble of meat runoff, still warm.
“My, how naughty of me!” Rarity playfully announced. Imagine, a high class unicorn eating with her hooves like an inexperienced foal, the tabloids would be all over it! She brought the tip to her mouth, slipped it in ever so gently, and bit down. A spurt of meat juice sprayed the back of her throat as her teeth broke the skin of the hot dog. She flinched at the sudden heat and taste, not ready for what was to come. The greasy, extraordinarily-rich flavor flooded her mouth, just shy of making her cough it all out. Meat chunks and beans fell out of the bun and onto her chest, staining her pristine white coat; she was too preoccupied with the overwhelming sense of pure, raw meatiness to pay any attention. Each bite brought out more meat juice, and threatened to overrun her overtly-refined appetite. After what seemed like forever, she swallowed the mass down, shuddering at the feeling of grease going down her throat. It was foreign and unnerving, but also, and she was hesitant to admit it, alluring.
“Well, that was quite the- oh my!” Rarity had just now noticed the brown streak that cascaded down her chest. With an annoyed grunt, she lightly batted off the crumbs and such; a brush would be oh-so welcome right about now. A little bean had other plans, however, as it silently plopped down onto her lower regions and, with its greasy slickness, managed to worm its way into her marehood.
“EEEEEP!” A childish voice cried out. Rarity put a hoof to her mouth, inadvertently smearing her face past the point of mere uncleanliness—she had been caught off guard. Her eyes wandered over to the rest of the beans still on the chili dog, and the gears began to turn. Her breathing quickened as she fell onto her haunches, lowering the greasy mass onto her marehood. Thoughts of her being exposed as not only a meat eater, but a meat fornicator, began to race through her mind, driving her wild with anticipation. A pressure began to build up as she pressed harder into herself, letting the saucy texture do the work. Eventually her tight walls gave in, letting the bulk of the meat plunge deep inside.
“Nnn…ngh!” Rarity gasped out in elation, hardly remembering the last time she had allowed herself pleasure. Her hooves felt only the warm, clingy meat chunk that had been pushed out onto her lips. She let her hoof glide over her entrance, each motion shoving the internal hot dog even further in. Worry overtook her for a second as she realized she had no idea how she would get the rest of the chili dog out of her, but the nigh-maddening feeling of meat pressing against her walls clouded her thoughts, leaving behind only loud moans. She let one hoof take over the rubbing, while another began to massage her body. White turned to brown as her hoof serviced every curve of her figure, which would soon gain some pudge considering just how much fat was in her meal.
“Oooooh!” Rarity squealed as she gripped her coat tightly, imagining herself with a ruined diet, a blubbery body. "Oh Rarity, what a fat, dirty pony you are!" She teased herself while panting, the thoughts threatening to overwhelm her. Each movement made her aware of how abhorrently filthy she was, and yet it felt so right with every squelch that came from inside her. She pressed her flank harder into the floor, feeling a burning sensation from the hot dog that could not possibly go any further. Eventually, the pressure was constant; she had managed to wedge the meat firmly within her cervix. No matter how much she rolled or wiggled, the pressure was there to stay, for Celestia knows how long.
Rarity propped herself up against the table, back on the floor and legs in the air. She knew where the splash zone was, and intended it get every inch of it. Both hooves began to push deeply into her loins, sensing the hot dog slowly break apart within her, as well as sending out waves of pain, which her meat-frenzied mind took as pleasure. Her body rocked back and forth, feeling the squish of meat, beans, and cheese all melding together within her, ready to be spurted out.
“Hah…hah…hah…” Rarity rhythmically gasped, a hot vapor slipping out with each breath. Her hooves moved on their own as a sudden chill made its way throughout her body, her mind registering a piercing jolt. She tried to scream out, but no sound followed; her vaginal walls finally clamped down completely on the mush, sending it streaming out onto her face, into her mouth. Neither coughing nor chewing in her orgasmic haze, she swallowed the meaty mush eagerly, tasting the addicting mixture of beef and beans marinated in her own juices. An overpowering rush of relief and fullness fell upon her as her head collapsed onto the floor, nuzzling the fallen beans, vaginal meat secretions falling onto her chest instead.
Lying down, Rarity’s body involuntarily twitched with no apparent pattern. Guck hugged her everywhere; her coat was beginning to crust while her mane became frizzled beyond repair. After what seemed like forever, she managed to roll over, legs slamming down onto the mush-covered floor.
“A b-bath would be quite…ni-ice right about now…” Rarity mumbled, to nopony in particular. She pushed herself up and stumbled drunkenly away, muscles weak from exertion and euphoric release. Every few steps brought another stumble as a bean or chunk of meat found its way out of her, each piece bumping past her clitoris before falling onto the floor, leaving behind a small trail. As she found her way into the bathroom, a blue glow overtook the faucet, and the tub began to fill with warmth. Her eyes closed in bliss as she dipped into the clear water. She felt her body float in equilibrium, her matted coat and mane being combed through by the gentle stream. The bathwater became a tender, all-encompassing hug, and she never wanted to be let go. That is, until she opened her eyes.
“MRMPH!” Rarity exclaimed, sending bubbles flying upward. Her head broke the surface enough to gaze upon the water, or what was left in its place. She had been dirtier than expected, and instead of clear water, she found herself partially submerged in what looked like an oversized grease trap, and no amount of soap or shampoo would fix it. Snapping out of her shocked state of mind, her hooves scrambled to pull herself out of the bath. “N-no no no I will not stand for th-“
“RAAAAAARITY?” A squeaky voice yelled out, causing Rarity’s face to freeze in horror once more; she must have lost track of time, and wanted to hit herself for being so unobservant. As she crawled out of the meaty water, Sweetie Belle’s tiny hoofsteps became louder and louder. Sweetie had already pushed the door open before Rarity could lock it; she barely managed to slink back into the grime in time. “Rarity? Why is everything all messy? And what’s that smell?”
“Oh! That was just, uh, Opal-DONTCOMEANYCLOSER!” Rarity shouted as Sweetie tried to get a closer look. “Yes, just Opalescence. She had a…an accident, yes! So I’m cleaning her off, o-okay?” Truth be told, she had no idea where Opalescence was, but she prayed Sweetie wouldn’t come across the feline before things were cleaned up.
“Um…okay.” Sweetie responded, seeming just the teeniest bit suspicious. “Want me to help you with-“
“Ooohoho! No! I insist! J-just go along now.” Rarity tried to shoo her little sister away. Sweetie’s face scrunched up for a second before she shrugged and walked out, giving Rarity the chance to sigh in relief.
“I can at least clean up that puddle of, uh, stuff.” Sweetie offered. Before Rarity could object, a wayward bean floating on the water bumped into her browned coat, reminding her just how much cleaning was ahead.
“Would you? That’d be just fine, darling.” Sweetie hopped at the go-ahead and trotted off to get…whatever she would use for cleaning up an apparent blotch of slime. She’d probably try and sweep up the wet mixture, knowing her, and hopefully not even realize what it was she was cleaning up. Rarity chuckled to herself, before groaning as she opened the drain to let the soiled water flow out. She’d need at least two, no, three baths before she would be presentable. . .
At the end of the day, Rarity never found out who gave her that gift, nor what made that strange-smelling white stain just outside her window.