Those Hands Aren't Just for Show, Filly
The bed creaked. Rarity let out a grunt as she was rocked forward, a wet, meaty slap drowning out the sounds of heavy breathing. There were fingertips pressed against the sides of her barrel, digging into her coat. A growl filled her ears. The tremendous weight settled on her back grew just a little bit heavier. Pelvis connected with flank, the world became a blur for a half-moment. Rarity bit down harder on bedding that had somehow found its way into her mouth.
The pounding was rhythmic, steady. Not too long ago it had been an unending barrage, an assault on the body and senses that combined into an overwhelming bundle of sensations. Thankfully, the pace was slower now. The unicorn could feel each thrust of the hips, the unique sensation of sharp teeth biting down onto her neck.
Rarity groaned around her mouthful of cloth as she felt herself being hilted. The cock wasn’t the thickest amongst the modest number of males that she had taken, but it was remarkably long; just shy of hitting her deepest depths.
A shaky breath filled her ears, along with another slap. She could feel that cock throbbing inside of her. It was so warm, so hard. She could feel its head expanding. He was going to cum soon.
Almost as soon as the thought crossed her mind, the thrusts grew faster. Her partner hilted with more ferocity, grinding hard inside of her before pulling out and doing it again in the span of a second. The teeth clamped down on her neck dug a little deeper. Her back legs nearly gave out in the last thrust, as he slid himself as deep into her as he could, his whole body tensing. His cock grew warmer as it twitched, filling her again and again.
Rarity’s eyes flittered. Her head jerked upward, causing the bedding in her mouth to rip. The unicorn blinked away the sweat from her eyes, looking up her ceiling, her lungs on fire and her head swimming.
Slowly, her partner relaxed. He pulled his mouth from her throat, and his grip around her grew slack. With a shaky breath, he slowly slid out of her, his weight leaving her back as he fell onto his side on the bed. A few seconds passed before she could hear him quietly snoring.
The unicorn stayed right where she was, muzzle buried into her mattress, rump sticking high into the air, tail lifted and moved to the side. She had been holding this position for a long time. An incredibly long time; an unearthly, unequinely long time.
She spat out her poor bedsheets. They were ruined now no doubt. Them and her entire bed looked as if a pack of wild animals had torn into them.
Rarity wiggled her hips, each movement stiff and unfamiliar. The wiggling helped her lower body slowly sink onto the bed. She let out a groan, too tired to let her eyes slip shut so that she could pass out.
“Rarity?” a voice whispered. “Rarity? Here, you gotta drink this.”
Something was pressed against the side of her face. It was smooth and cool. Rarity’s eye lazily looked up to see a small glass. Holding it was Pinkie Pie, who looked as disheveled and tired as she felt.
Now, while Rarity wasn’t the sort of mare that toiled in the fields from sunup to sunset day in and day out, she thought herself a fairly hearty mare. Rolls of cloth were much heavier than they looked, and she was not unfamiliar with working herself to the bone. More than once, she had helped Applejack with some farm work; be that picking apples or feeding the earth pony’s many animals. She had woken up sore, had been covered in sweat while the sun beat down on her, and slept ten hours straight after something strenuous quite a few times.
What she felt now was a whole other beast. She had never felt this exhausted. Both mind and body had been spent. There was a dull ache in the very center of her body that was slowly growing outward. No matter how deeply she breathed it felt like she was never getting enough oxygen. It felt as if she were teetering at her very limit.
The glass once again tapped against her cheek. “Rarity,” Pinkie said. “Come on, drink up.”
The mare reached down with her free hoof, reaching under her chin. Rarity explosively exhaled through her nostrils, picking her head up and opening her mouth as the glass of water was pressed against her lips and tilted.
Water. Clear, cool, rejuvenating. She drank it as quickly as she could, sitting up to take the glass in both hooves. Once the water was gone the glass was taken away from her and she was presented an unpeeled banana.
“Here, eat this,” Pinkie said, grabbing a pitcher that was sitting on her nightstand and filling her empty glass. “It’ll help.”
Three glasses of water and two bananas later, Rarity nearly felt herself again. Pinkie, smiling a knowing smile, climbed onto the bed, shoulder to shoulder with the unicorn. She looked down at the sleeping human before giving her a sideways glance.
“That was something, huh?”
Rarity couldn’t properly form in words what had just happened, so she simply nodded. “Yes. That was… something…”
Rarity had always been curious about humans. They were such a fascinating race, so odd compared to the races on Equus. She adored their desire to be clothed at nearly all hours of the day, but couldn’t quite understand why they wanted to deep fry every piece of food that was set in front of them, and their ideas on governing wasn’t something that she could really wrap her head around. Still, they seemed like a mostly pleasant bunch of mares and stallions, and she had welcomed some of them migrating to Equestria with open hooves. Many had moved into the various big cities around their great nation, though some preferred the quiet calm of the many small towns that dotted the countryside.
At most, Rarity thought the result might have been a few new strange friends, perhaps some exotic clientele. That is, until Pinkie came to her with a proposition. The mare had gotten herself a human coltfriend. He seemed like a very nice stallion from the few times that they had met. He seemed a bit reserved, like some other humans she had met, though from Pinkie’s offer he was anything but.
Pinkie, her friend, had asked her if she was interested in a ménage à trois. Rarity had always thought that out of her friends Applejack might have been the bi-curious one, or maybe Twilight if she had gotten enough cider in her, but never Pinkie. The mare might have been a quirky ball of energy, but she never seemed the type.
Not that the unicorn was in anyway against it. Pinkie was a beautiful mare, and she would be lying to herself if hadn’t had a few fantasies about the party pony while enjoying some fine wine. A part of her wanted to see the mare underneath her, hear her giggles turn to screams of ecstasy, see the look on her face as she pushed her muzzle between those healthy earth pony thighs to see if all of that sugar made her taste sweet. Having a large, handsome stallion to play with as well would just be icing on the cake. After she was done with Pinkie, both of them could take their time with the colt and see what a human was really made of.
So, a little too eagerly, Rarity had agreed. A date was set, the unicorn made a very nice dress for her and Pinkie--complete with risque lingerie-- as well as a fine suit for the gentlecolt. The three went out to a very nice dinner, had a few glasses of strong spirits to loosen themselves up, and Rarity had asked them to return to her boutique.
Once they were there, in Rarity’s bedroom, the night had done a complete one-eighty. There was no ravishing her friend or her stallion, no turning them into nothing but puddles of pleasure. She did find what humans were made out of, however.
She found that humans enjoyed orally pleasuring their partners--something which she’d never had a stallion do to her before. His hands were also a welcome discovery, and his teeth made for a thrilling, heart-pounding experience. His body was able to bend and twist in ways that no pony could. His scent was also unlike anything that she had smelled before. Potent, powerful, masculine; it had nearly made her head spin when she pressed her muzzle against his underwear and inhaled.
It was wonderful at first, the weight of two bodies on her, the feel of their warmth and the taste of their sweat. Then Pinkie was utterly spent, lying on her side and covered in cum and she found she had the human all to herself.
It was then she found that the human had a fondness of flanks. Squeezing them, slapping them, biting them. He seemed just as fascinated with her teats, sucking, pinching, and even slapping his cock against them until her belly was heaving. Were she in the right mind, Rarity might have been embarrassed that she came so quickly once he slowly pushed his stallionhood into her and began thrusting in smooth, long, confident motions.
He continued this, not stopping, never stopping. He continued thrusting and kissing and biting even when he had filled her up, even when she squirted for him like some sort of virgin filly. He changed positions half a dozen times, left hickeys all over her body, spanked her flank red. He took her for hours, giving her a rutting unlike any she had before. It was as if he were some sort of machine, one that she was very ill-equipped to handle.
She had heard the term, “blowing one’s back out” once or twice before. While vulgar, it seemed spot on for the ordeal that she had just gone through. Looking down at Pinkie’s coltfriend, a question came to mind, one that she just needed answered.
“Pinkie, darling, is he always…”
Pinkie nodded. “Yeah.”
“Goodness,” Rarity said. “How in Celestia’s name do you get up in the morning?”
Pinkie giggled, reaching down to pet her stallions head. “With a lot of stretching and orange juice.”
Rarity sat back on her haunches. “Oh…”
The two sat in silence for a good, long moment before Rarity looked over at Pinkie. “Any chance you both would be interested in another evening like this?”