Jewelsetting
Ah, the beach.
Well, no, Rarity corrected herself. not quite the beach. But a five-star luxury hotel pool in Manehattan was pretty close. Best of all she had the whole place to herself. She'd explicitly paid for it. What better way of getting in her daily beauty rest than lounging in the summer sun by the pool's edge?
Keeping her shaded from the sun's glaring light, its heat, was a purple designer umbrella. The item had, of course, been stitched by hand and horn, and her trademark three-diamond cutie mark sewn into its weave. She was proud of it, even if nopony else was around to admire.
"Ooh, how lovely," she said to herself, appraising the dickmare supermodel in her magazine. It was, as one might expect, an adult-rated issue but its primary purpose remained the display of fashion above all else.
Regardless - and Rarity would never admit this to anyone - she read the publication for the mares in it more than anything. If said mares happened to swing a stiff piece of meat between their lusciously curved legs, she was quite alright with that. More than alright, truthfully, but again she would never be caught dead admitting her dirty little secrets.
She was a lady, and ladies did not speak of such things.
It was as she laid the raunchy cover across her thighs, preparing to take a sip from her pornstar martini, that her ears perked and swiveled. The sound of hooves clip-clopping on the concrete confused and irritated her.
"Is there something I can help you with? I'm afraid you're not welcome here right n-"
She never got the opportunity to finish her sentence. Instead, the heavy, fleshy slap of a massive, erect horsecock atop her bountiful bosom would have to serve as her punctuation.
"Well, I never!" Rarity cried, aghast. Her eyes wide and brows pinched, sunglasses slipping down on her muzzle, she thought very well to bat the intruding meat away.
That was when she got a proper look at the thing - its size, girth, both bigger than her arm - and the mare attached to it.
Instantly, Rarity's objections died in her throat. She was briefly taken aback, batting her full lashes in doe-eyed surprise at the golden amazonian goddess who had brazenly thrust herself - and her fat maredick - into Rarity's personal space. Her stature, her body, that magma-esque pour of locks down her back, over a shoulder, put the shemare she had been licking lips over to shame.
"Technically not allowed," the mare said, and Rarity noticed she was wearing something very similar to her - a sling bikini that was as good as useless, although red rather than a fashionable magenta. For this mare, though, with her equipment withstanding, the clothing was less than useless, merely flossing between her spunk-churning melons.
"But it's not like anyone was around to stop me. And when I saw a choice snack like you out here, I just had to come say hi."
For emphasis, she tensed her kegals, causing her jutting mast to rise and fall once more. And similarly, once more were Rarity's bouncy melons made to ripple enticingly upon impact.
"And what's this?" she continued. Her horn lit up, glowing with a gorgeous shade of amaranth, and plucked the magazine from Rarity's lap. She turned it over, aquamarine jewels the same color as the pool waters sparkling with mischief as she examined the image, and a smug snicker left her lips. She remarked, turning the cover back to Rarity and holding it against the base of her cock, as though for direct comparison. "Cute, but you can do a lot better than that with me around."
Rarity felt she might, or at the very least should, object. What this mare had just done was tantamount to sexual harassment - worse, really - and yet she couldn't find it in herself to be angered. She was too enamored with this stranger's presence to raise any sort of fuss.
Laughing, Rarity quietly fanned herself. "Ahaha, I suppose you're not incorrect. B-but even still, you really should not be here right now, darling."
Gently, Rarity pulled at the magazine's edge with her own blue magic, and the other mare politely released her grip. Once she had it, Rarity realized dully that she had forgotten her drink entirely.
As though to not come off too dimwitted, she took it between her fingers and sipped.
"Shouldn't I?" the mare questioned. A skeptical rise of her eyebrow communicated she thought otherwise.
"Well, I -" Rarity fumbled for her words. Belatedly, she set down the glass and avoided staring at the mare's pole, or tits, or hips, thighs, ass - anything that wasn't her face, though she was just as gifted in that department. "I suppose I could let you stay."
"Great!"
"But."
Rarity held up her pointer finger to speak. "I have one condition."
"And that is?"
She, smirking, used the same finger to tap daintily at the tumescent rod draped over her cleavage. Under her touch, albeit slight, there came a hearty throb, and a flutter in Rarity's oversized chest.
"You are going to take this, my dear," she cooed. Looking into the mare's eyes, she cast her gaze bedroom and sultry, dragging her tongue across her pillowy black-painted lips. "And fuck me senseless with it."
To no one's surprise, the reply she received was a hearty chortle and a, "I think that can be arranged."
And before Rarity could try saying something more, she received a slap to her face with that colossal maresmasher. It stung, both in humility and pain, and Rarity wasn't sure her pussy could get any wetter.
"B-before this goes any f-" she attempted, and again she wasn't allowed to finish. Another blow, harder this time and on the opposite cheek. That would leave behind a mark, she was sure. "I-I would like to know your name. I'm-"
A third slap. This time, rather than leave it there, the meat of the cock ground against her face, smeared its musky stench and freshly dripped sweat into her once pure, now defiled fur.
"Don't care, didn't ask. Keep that pretty little mouth of yours to worshipping this dick, 'kay? But I'm Summer, if you really wanna know. Summer Solstice."
There was something in the mere act of speaking her name, Rarity saw, that made Summer's grin widen. She was grossly full of herself, but she couldn't say it wasn't deserved. Bragging was only bragging when there was nothing to brag about, and this fine specimen had a wealth of things to brag about.
Rarity would have given it verbal worship, but Summer preferred different. Had she otherwise, Rarity would have gladly heaped praise upon it that she thought was well-deserved, but as it was she'd have to suffice by lavishing it physically. Its length, thickness, the bulging veins which branched across its surface, the medial ring and hugely prominent, pre-spunk drooling flare was a marvel of equinity. She could scarcely believe herself how lucky of a woman she was to be given the opportunity, the privilege of getting to see, taste, and be violated by this beastly tool.
Where her plush lips met Summer's turgid surface, they left behind marks of black, a little lipstick hello that said she'd been there. The combined efforts of Summer's dicksweat, liquid musk, and Rarity's own drool made the stains smear and trickle before long, but that was fine. Art written in the sand was art all the same. Rarity just counted her lucky stars that she had the opportunity to see it before it disappeared.
All the while, Summer never ceased to humiliate her. She rolled her hips, grinning and grinding but mostly staying silent. Whatever angle that allowed her fuckpipe to tarnish Rarity's pristine white coat took precedence above all. It seemed to be she got the strongest kick from smudging her carefully applied makeup or forcing her nostrils to her cock.
The concentration of unfiltered shestud musk must have been unsafe, because the more she took in, the lighter her head felt. But, conversely, the lighter her head felt, the less of a problem it seemed to be. Ultimately the worst symptom of it, more than getting her drunk off virile dickmare pheromones, was the urgent itching inferno it stoked between her legs.
She was here primarily to pleasure Summer though, that fine fucking idol of a shebull in her prime. She would get her own soon, she was sure. A mare like Summer was dense if they passed on the chance to knock up a fertile bitch like Rarity.
"Oh darling, I simply -" She stopped herself, taking in a deep lungful of estrus-inducing scent. "Cannot get enough of you. And yet you are simply so very, very much for little old me to handle. Has anypony ever told you that? That you are just too much of one mare?"
She rambled on and raved like that uselessly in between sloppy makeout sessions with the bestial shaft. Summer didn't stop her, and for that she was happy. A grand instrument of intimacy such as this deserved all the idolatry it could take.
She also knew it could only do so much, although the idea of making this Godiva blow her load by words alone was an exhilarating thought. She wanted, needed, and should give it more.
So while she kept on slurping and suckling away - only at the sides or the tip, which Summer didn't appear to mind - Rarity began to jerk her off. Her slender digits wrapped around as much of that heft as she could reasonably manage, pumped along with the occasional squeeze.
Summer proved herself to be a helpful partner as she gently coaxed the tool back and forth in her grip. Rarity appreciated that. A pony like Summer wasn't remotely obligated to be anything but lazy, pampered like the paragon of primal pornography that she was, but she helped her out nonetheless.
Both Summer's motions and Rarity's hand picked up speed as she sensed her approaching orgasm. Even were it not for the increased volume and visible size of the sunny unicorn's balls, Rarity would have known. She'd encountered many a dick in her time, and she knew the signs - the sudden and rapid increase of throbbing, a gain in hardness and size that appeared only at the brink or otherwise when using a cock ring.
So she shouldn't have been caught off guard, then, when Summer moaned out and proceeded to shoot off like a geyser. The ropes spat in wide arcs that splashed onto the concrete, but before Rarity could angle it to her mouth, Summer thought differently.
Her ruby-red aura grabbed the martini glass from the table. Aloft, she held it before her cum-spewing flare, and within the span of a heartbeat, Rarity's cocktail was turned into a cock drink.
By then, the marestud's climax had tapered off to a lethargic drool, but the damage was done. Rarity's glass overflowed with Summer's spooge, cascading in rivulets of syrupy off-white that bubbled and frothed at the top.
"Drink it," she ordered, handing it to Rarity, who initially had the instinct to throw it in her face, or at least use her magic to hold it. Then the desire to feel lesser, be demeaned, and degraded won out, and she took it.
The gloop quickly set in between her fingers, still so fresh but almost steaming hot. Rarity shuddered and pressed her thighs close.
Summer observed on, waiting patiently with arms folded beneath a generous chest. Rarity held that gaze, hers significantly more dull and mindless than the other mare's. She wanted to watch Summer's reaction as she drank it down.
She tipped the glass, and damn near came the second that vile sludge met her tongue. Salty, powerful, musky, almost a little too much in all three departments. Inside her mouth, it was viscous, like glue, and she had to force herself to swallow it down for it to move anywhere. And when she did, gulping again and again on the same mouthful of potent sperm, a layer of it remained behind, coating everything and only removable when she directly gathered it with her tongue.
She coughed and sputtered, but she was, bit by bit, able to work away at the glass. If there was any amount of her cocktail that Summer's spunk hadn't blasted away, Rarity didn't notice. She tasted cum, cum, and nothing else but delicious, disgusting cum.
But Summer was impatient. Upon Rarity draining half the glass, she took it, and while Rarity's sluggish mind attempted catching up, she tossed the crude concoction onto her face.
And that did it. With a high-pitched, very unladylike cry, Rarity came. Her inner walls spasmed, and juices splattered the inside of her thighs.
Summer snorted, but wasted no time in taking what she was really there for. Rarity was too inebriated to resist as the strong shemare hauled her up and flipped her around, but even if that weren't the case, she wouldn't have fought back. She wanted this, to be treated like a toy, an animal, a bitch in heat.
She definitely felt like that last one right now.
Her awareness was faint, comparable to the times she'd gotten hammered off vodka screwdrivers or rum punch with her friends. Nevertheless, she felt the heavy weight of dense horsemeat fall atop her back. Its strangely powerful heat radiated off it in rolling plumes, its rhythmic pulsating vibrating in her core. She could feel Summer's low-hanging, cream-filled sack resting against her pussy, and the head of her cock idly dripping its contents onto Rarity's hair and shoulder blades.
"Fuck me," Rarity plead. Her voice had gone ragged, breathless. Alongside the soporific effects of Summer's musk and cum, said cum had also worn her throat a bit rough. "Fuck me. Breed me. Rut me like a fucking animal, like the dirty, disgusting needy skank that I am!"
Behind her, Summer laughed. "Gettin' to it, hun. Hold your horses."
For her impudence, Rarity received a hard crack on the right flank. The impact of Summer's hand stung. Her eyes watered, lip trembled, cunny gushed, and just when she thought she'd recovered from the initial shock and pain, the action repeated itself on her opposite cheek.
Her mascara ran. On the concrete, on all fours where Summer had put her, Rarity's upper half fell. She grit her teeth to stifle the involuntary sob that threatened to choke her throat, but she wasn't sad or upset. Far from it, she was hornier than she'd been in years.
After a few moments, Summer seesawing her hotdog between Rarity's red-white buns all the while, she managed to pick herself up. Summer, seeing that as her cue, reared back and realigned herself.
She speared more dick into her pussy than Rarity had taken in her whole life. Right against the cervix, then right past it into the womb, she battered her way through any obstacle. No fortress, no matter how strong, could keep her from knocking up a bitch. Rarity was particularly eager, though, so it wasn't surprising how easily she brought her walls down.
Rarity's world was sent into a caterwaul. She threw her head back, screaming in the flashpoint of pained pleasure. She fell again, more graceless this time. Her tits squashed uncomfortably into the concrete, and while she wanted to scrape at the ground with her nails, she didn't want to chip them, even this far gone. So instead, she balled her hands into fists and pounded against the floor while her nerves rocked.
Summer didn't permit her the time to adapt as she needed. She was here to get off and make some foals, first and foremost. Anything and everything else was secondary.
Reaching around, one hand took hold of Rarity's coiffed mane, the other her tail. She yanked brutally, and a second wail ripped out Rarity's throat.
Around her prick, Rarity's cunt convulsed in orgasm after orgasm. The streaks ran free and black down her cum-stained cheeks, drool fell from her hanging tongue, and the thought about what she must've looked like at that moment pushed Rarity over the edge again.
"Ahee, you just can't get enough, can you? I've seen some crazy sluts in my day, but Sun fucking damn."
Rarity didn't register the words. Hers was a minxy mind of shameless, degenerate fantasies that on this one blessed August afternoon seemed to be coming true. Her thoughts, devolved as they were, were focused solely on the pain, the pleasure, the numbing and firecracking sensation of Summer's hot rod plunging in-out, in-out of her gushy tunnel.
Time, for her, swirled into a meaningless soup. Whether hours passed or seconds, she couldn't say to save her soul. What little she could say, beyond screaming for Summer to fuck and break and ruin her, was that she wasn't sure how she'd ever get off from another pony ever again. Not even the roughest masturbation session with the largest dildo she had could rightly compare.
Like all good things, however, it had to come to an end, here in the most literal sense of the word. Rarity wasn't even aware of Summer hitting her peak until the force of her spooge slammed into her back wall.
"More," she groaned, then slurred like a mantra. "More more more more more, moremoremoremoremoremoremoreeeeeeee...."
Summer ignored the brainless babble but obliged her by way of simply doing what she did. She pulled hair, slapped ass, roughly squeezed breasts and twisted nipples, and poured out gallons of molten white-hot ballslag into Rarity's yearning womb.
Once Rarity collapsed into a heap, fully catatonic and lost to the world, Summer dragged her softening slamrod out. She faced some resistance from her flared cockhead and the sheer greedy grip of Rarity's divine marshmallow mound, but with some frustration, she removed it with a satisfying squelch and pop. Following fast behind was the babymaking payload she'd just - and continued to - deliver. Before too much could escape, she summoned a breeding plug from the aether and shoved it carelessly into Rarity's gaping hole.
Roughly a half minute later, Summer's second orgasm that day - not including solo milking sessions - slowed down. But she had already glazed Rarity's back and booty with the second half of her orgasm. Surely, she could squeeze out the final dregs as well - a parting gift if nothing else.
And that was how Summer left her. When she was done, she wiped her cock clean with Rarity's hair and didn't bother to clean or hide the huddled, defiled, swollen-bellied mess that was a once proud, prim and proper unicorn mare.
She was pretty sure she'd like it that way anyways.