Hurts, Doesn't it?
You hang your raincoat up, sighing as you look at your mess of a living room. The sounds of sewing and frantic running from upstairs hit your ears. You allow yourself to smile, and take to the stairs to pop in on your guest.
The noises get louder as you head to your bedroom where your visitor is working as hard as she can. You notice the door is open just a crack, and you open it silently. Inside, the room is covered in cloths and clothing diagrams.
“Rarity, you wrecked my room!”
Rarity, the guest in question, turns her head to look over at you. “It’s not wrecked, darling, it’s called ‘organized chaos’!”
You don’t know where the white pastel pony had come from. You had been sitting down one evening when there had come a knocking on the door. The poor mare had been out in the rain, carrying her bags of cloth, asking for shelter. Naturally, you obliged, and decided to let her stay.
She had pleaded for you to get a sewing machine, offering to supply the money for it with her works, but you were happy to get it for her anyway. You loved having her around, it filled up the lonely house you lived in. She often gossiped with you about stories from her homeland of Equestria, also apparently filled with pastel ponies.
“Whatever it is, it’s cluttering my room up,” you tell her crossly. She gives you puppy eyes, and you soften a bit, smiling. “Ah, whatever. How was your day?”
Rarity’s eyes sparkle. “It was splendid! I’ve nearly completed the order the little lace a few blocks over asked for, so I can get started on the individual works shortly!” She lifted a marshmallow hoof to her forehead, smiling dreamily. “I cannot thank you enough for your hospitality!”
“Oh please,” you say with an embarrassed smile. “It was nothing!”
“But it’s not nothing!” She insists, staring at you with a look of sincere gratitude. “If there’s anything I can do to make it up to you, please, don’t hesitate to ask!”
You look her over, her curled purple tail swishing back and worth, her elegant mane hanging to the side of her face alluringly.
“Nah, it’s a pleasure just having you here!” You look over at the sewing machine. “I’m going to make dinner, alright?”
Rarity nods, and heads back to her work. You leave the room, humming to yourself as you do so.
And nothing sexual happened.
Later that night, you’re laying in your bed, moments away from sleep, when a loud clap of thunder causes your heart to skip a few beats. Your eyes are wide open, your breathing heavy from the sudden scare. However, someone is a bit more distressed then you.
“What was that?” Rarity sleeps next to your bed on a spare mattress that you brought in from the garage. She pouted about it for a few days, but had since made elegant bedsheets and covers to supplement for being on the floor.
“It was just some thunder,” you explain to her. “Nothing unusual. We’ve been having storms for the past few weeks.”
“No, that was FAR too loud to be thunder,” she argues. “There must be dragons bearing down on us.”
You chuckle at her theatrics. “Rarity, it’s fine. Honestly.”
“Well, YOU can say that, up in that nice fancy bed of yours.”
You sigh. “Rarity, do you want the bed?”
She looks shocked after you ask this. “What? That would simply be rude! I can’t force you from your bed!”
“Rarity, you’re not forcing me from the bed. If you want to sleep in it, you can.”
She shakes her head. “No, I simply can’t!”
You lift the covers up. “You want to share?”
She gives you a skeptical glance. “Oh, come on. Get in here.”
The white unicorn hops up into your bed, sliding next to you. You cringe as her cold hooves touch your bare chest.
“You’e freezing!” you complain.
“Well, you’re too warm!” she retorts. You can’t help but laugh. She snuggles into your for more warmth regardless, and you wrap your arm around her. Her mane is pushed up against your face, sending its fragrance into your nostrils.
The two of you slowly drift off to sleep.
Another clap of thunder wakes you from your sleep. You look down at Rarity, her hair still in your face. You brush it to the side, to find her rear end facing you. somehow, she had been flipped upside down through the night, her head now buried in the comforters by your legs.
Rarity’s head shoots up, making a large bulge in the blankets. “What’s going on? Are those ghastly dragons back?”
You smirk. “Seriously, Rarity. It’s just thunder!”
She ignores this, and continues to snuggle into you. Her tail bats you in the face, and you brush it away from you again, accidentally exposing her nether regions.
They are surprisingly human, nothing like how you remember horse anatomy to be like. The area glistens with moisture, and a marely musk fills the air.
You cock an eyebrow. “Seriously?”
She flops down on her side, and pokes her head out from the blankets to look at you. “Whatever are you going on about?” You give her a look, and she sighs. “Well, a mare has her needs!”
“Well, were you planning on getting those needs done with me?” Your voice sounds a bit harsher than you would have liked it.
“Well, not exactly...” she looks off to the side, before throwing herself on your chest. “Oh please, please, please! If you wouldn’t mind, please help me with this! I haven’t had release in ages, please...”
You feel your cheeks heating up from this sudden development. “Why not, y’know...” You mime rubbing with your hand.
“That’s hardly professional and lady-like,” Rarity scoffs. “Getting somepony, or rather, someONE to help you, on the other hoof...”
Rarity presents her marshmallow plot to you, exposing you once again to her glistening cunt. You sigh half-heartedly. “Alright...”
You’re not really sure how you want to go about this. You’re not exactly a sex wizard, and haven’t slept with anyone in a while. You poke her pussy, causing her to shiver in pleasure.
“Well, I hate to sound pushy, but can you not tease and get into it already?” You take your fingers and spread her folds, causing a large dollop of vaginal juice to start sliding down her back leg. She squirms, obviously anxious for the act to take place.
“So, can I just—” You begin to say, but Rarity turns her head to face you, an agitated look on her face. You swallow hard, and plunge your face right on in.
“AAAH! That’s the spot, darling!” Rarity moans, her ears twitching as you move your tongue around in her pussy. The texture and taste is sublime, and you can feel yourself growing hard. You place your hands on her diamond emblazon ass and feel her soft coat, obviously well taken care of.
Her little moans and squeals of pleasure intensify your lust, and you try to bury your face into her little pony snatch as deep as you can get it. Damn laws of physics getting the way of your sex!
“Ah!” she squeals, her eyes rolling up into her head, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as her pleasure goes through the roof. Rarity is twitching and squirming, surely close to orgasm...
The little pastel pony shudders and quakes, seemingly having a seizure of bliss. Your mouth is filled with her warm marecum, it hitting your mouth like a gush of of syrupy fluid. Your erection throbs painfully, but you’re too busy gasping from the effort of bringing Rarity to orgasm.
Your eyes go wide as you feel your member being toyed with. Rarity is fumbling with it, her eyes and one of her ears still twitching from the explosive orgasm you had been brought to moments before. “A lady must always be generous and give back to those who benefit her,” she says breathlessly. You’re not about to object.
She slides your boxers off with her hooves, apparently forgetting that she’s in the possession of magic. She takes your hardened cock in her mouth with expert skill, the warm wetness of the opening causing you to shudder in your own feeling of pleasure.
Rarity bobs her head up and down on your meatstick, suck and blowing as she does so. Her tongue caresses and probes your penis, your eyes rolling back into your head as you begin to approach your own climax.
“Yes, Rarity!” You scream, not caring who hears it. “Yes, make me cuuuuuUUUUUU—”
You awaken on your mattress, the thin blanket barely keeping the chilly wind out. You can’t afford a window pane, so the elements can intrude as they please. Bottles litter your apartment floor, as do food wrappers and pony paraphernalia. Most of the toys and pictures are of Rarity who you have deemed personally as best pony.
You hear a crash, and look over to see a blonde-haired individual sifting through your piles to grab the choicest Rarity figures.
“Elijah!” You bellow, causing the teen to jump and turn to your voice. “Get the fuck outa here!”
“Aye, shut your mouth yah fat bastard!” he retorts, and goes back to sifting through the piles. You would scream at him for calling you fat, but it’s kinda true. You aren’t the most physically fit individual out there. And by “aren’t the most physically fit individual” you mean that you’re roughly the size of a killer whale in terms of body fat.
You grab a bottle and chuck it at Elijah. It misses, shattering against the opposite wall. The boy gets the message though, and high-tails it out of your apartment.
“I still haven’t forgotten the time you turned everything into Nicolas Cage!” You yell after him.
You heave a heavy sigh, and think back to the dream you just had. Wait, dream? Dammit, all of that HAD been just a dream. You’re still the same fat loser you were yesterday, and you’ll be the same fat loser tomorrow. Rarity will never be yours.
You crawl out of bed, your massive body causing the whole building to shake, measuring about a 3.2 on the Richter Scale. You scrounge through the pile closest to you, and pull out a long length of rope. Remembering that one time you looked it up on the internet, you tie yourself a noose, and hang it over one of the many exposed pipes in the ceiling. You drag a chair with great effort over to the place where you plan to end it all. Your head is almost too large to fit through the hole, but your greasy unwashed hair allows you to slip in with relative ease. You kick the chair out from beneath you, biding this cruel world farewell.
Unfortunately for you, you weigh far too much,and the rope snaps, sending you crashing through the floor. You fall down about three stories, making giant holes in each one as you do some, before finally landing on a bed where a newly married couple breaks your fall.
You cry pathetically.