Title:           Rarity Dun Fucked Up (Sprite + Grape Fanta)
Author:          Anonymous
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First Edit:      Tuesday 3rd of December 2013 02:26:50 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Tuesday 3rd of December 2013 02:26:50 AM CDT

>Watch as she convulses with panic like a kettle at boil.
>She's clearly hysterical.
"Well, Rarity, I think this whole situation is fucked."
>"What are WE gonna do?!"
>Pull up a chair that isn't splintered.
>Motion to her to sit down, which eventually she does.
>Begin massaging her shoulders, while they heave with anxiety.
>If she bucks (for lack of a better work), force her to sit down with slightly tighter pinches around her shoulder blades.
"Breathe, Rarity. In through the nose, out through the mouth."
>This calms her down.
>Massage goes for about 15 minutes.
>Rarity begins to make idle chit-chat, the kind nervous people make when they'd rather block out what's bothering them.
>"Well, I suppose it's better to ask forgiveness that to ask for permission..."
"That's the spirit."
>"That does feel raaaaw-ther good..."
"Glad you like it."
>Silence for about 2 minutes. You can't see it from where you're standing, but her eyes dart from your hands, which are at the moment rubbing the sides of her arms, to her lap.
>Suddenly, she grabs your right hand, and shoves it down her blouse!
"What the fu-"
>"As I said, it's better to ask for forgiveness..."
>You pull away. Not that you'd normally want to, but the surprise groping is like a slap to the face, and you're not sure what to do next.
>She stands up, and looks at you. (pic related)
>"... than to ask for permission..."
>She lifts up her skirt.
>She's wearing panties that has a cartoon pony on it.
>She's also quivering slightly.
>She wriggles out of her skirt, and it drops to the ground.
"B-but why? We got a shit ton to do!"
>"Why? My life is over when my folks come home!"
>A little dramatic, aren't we?
>"I want this before I die."
>O_o
>"And it might as well be you."
"Uh..."
>She has slipped off her panties.
>Her public hair is trimmed neatly, almost in a heart-shape. (almost, because it's hard to shave properly when you're looking at it in the wrong direction).
>She takes a step toward you.
>You're trying to be a gentleman. You're certain there's got to be some security camera nearby.
>But that doesn't conceal your raging hard-on.
>As she takes another step closer, her hands blindly begin to roll her blouse's hem up to her chin.
>Her bra is purple. Possibly a C-cup? You haven't a clue, as this is the first bra you've seen that isn't on a mannequin at Target, in the Sears catalogue, in the laundry bin at home (mother's), or online.
"Look, I-I-I-I-I really like you, as a-"
>Her hands reach around to her back, and she unclasps the hooks of her bra.
>It seems to fall to the ground in slow motion.
>You look up.
>She's closer than she was a second ago.
>Her nubile breasts heaving up and down at the pace of her delicate breath.
>Her nips are as hard as your erection.
>Her skin is flawless and perfect.
>Your eyes train upward to her head.
>Her hair is silky, full, and with that kicky bounce that you (and everyone else) as admired from afar.
"as a... friend."
>The look in her eyes as you say this is punctuated by a single tear that rolls down her cheek, then down her neck.
>Her head droops.
>She kneels down, her hands on the floor.
>She's trembling with silent sadness.
>You watch as more tears stain the ground.
>You done fucked up, son!
>Desperately, you look for, and find, a blanket, which you drape over her back.
>She sniffs, and looks up at you.
>She's not smiling, but there's a detached mirth in her expression.
>"You too, huh?"
>You realize then, all these years of elementary school, middle school, and high school. She never had a boyfriend, despite being by far one of the hottest girls ever seen, by general consensus.
>As you ponder this, she reaches out, and touches your package.
>Oh snap- still erect!
>"Please."
>Wordlessly, you stare back at her.
>In an instant, she understands everything you've been thinking.
>In an instant, she understands your hesitancy.
>In an instant, she understands that you're not hesitant now.
>In an instant, your fly is unzipped, and her plump, full lips are sucking on the side of your throbbing johnson like she was eating an ear of corn.
>Words cannot express what it feels like.
>Clearly, she hasn't a clue to how oral actually works, but with the ferocity of a wild animal, she sucks your cock. You have to occasionally remind her not to use her teeth like that.
>She giggles sheepishly, and cradles your ball-sack with one hand, rubbing your thighs with the other.
>Minutes feel like hours, and each hour is bliss.
"Um... am I supposed to..."
>"Why yes! Of course you're supposed to, dear."
>With your dick in her hand, she looks up at you smiling.
>"Do what?" she asks blithely.
"Um. Lick you or something?"
>"Of course! I knew that. Come with me."
>Taking your hand, she leads you to a couch, that while partially burned, isn't completely destroyed.
>She sits down on it, and playfully pats her pussy.
>You've actually never done any of this, but you've seen some porn in your day.
>You rub her mound.
>Nothing.
>You poke at her hole.
>"Ow!"
>She reaches down, and spreads her lips apart.
>Taking the hint, you lean in, and carefully lick her glistening labia.
>While using your mouth, you stick a finger inside her with surgical precision.
>She seems to like it, but something seems off.
>You look up, and notice that her hand is exposing her bulging clit.
>You pull your face away, and with your free hand, carefully scrape a finger across her clitoris.
>Your ears feel like their bleeding, the shout that comes from her lips.
>Your hand, the one that's still in her vag, is suddenly drenched with her fluids. writer's note: dramatic license
>As your finger flicks her clit like you're turning on and off a light switch rapidly at a halloween party, she nearly hyperventilates, and her breasts rock to and fro.
>You suddenly get the bright idea to use your other hand at the same time.
>Christ on a cracker.
>She bucks up and down, writhing in orgasmic pleasure.
>Simultaneously begging you to stop and not to stop. It's almost too much to bear.
>You occasionally take your finger of her clit to gum her nipples, or even give her an embarrassed kiss on the lips.
>During one of these forays, she sucks on your neck. You'll have a hickey to explain tomorrow.
>Thrusting at least three fingers inside her, with your free hand you wrestle off your pants.
>Giving your pecker a good luck pump, you settle in close to her for the...
>IMPACT.
>You slide inside.
>Coast inside.
>She's wetter than, hell, water!
>You just sort of stand there, staring at her naked body, your dick as deep as you think you can go.
>Mouth agape.
>"Well?!"
*that squee sound from the show*
>You pull your hips back, and then plow forward.
>Huh! You CAN go deeper!
>With each thrust, her moans grow deeper, longer, and more desperate. You're so close to making her fall over the falls!
>Sensing this, you slow down, to tease her.
>But it doesn't work. Her arms, which were around you, hugging you close to her body as the precious treasure you've become to her, dig into your back.
>"Don't. You. DARE."
>You look into her eyes, which blaze hot with passion and violence.
*Gulp* "Yes'm..."
>Your attempts to take things more relaxed is replaced with the urgency of now.
>Faster, harder, stronger.
>She is plastered to you, her sweat glued to your skin, her misty breath against your ears.
>You pick her up, and she wraps her legs around your waist.
Her own weight pushes herself deeper onto your cock, and all you have to do is lift her up softy by her firm, smooth ass.
>The world is bathed in colorful light and the wind screams "Rarity."
>The earth shakes, and volcanos erupt.
>The sound of trumpets, tympani's, and cymbals crashing..
>The sensation that she has come. She quivers.
>"Thank you, Anon."
>She falls off you.
 
>You see some police officers parked outside her house, and a pair of them walking up to the front door.
>It doesn't look good.
>Rarity had fainted, but seems to be coming to.
>Seeing that you hadn't finished, she begins to jerk you off, smiling at you for your look of approval and satisfaction.
>You're not smiling.
>Hurt, but not stopping, she looks out the window.
>"FUCK! What do I do?! What do we do?!"
>She slows down, nervous as all get out.
"Sometimes,"
>She looks up again at you.
"It's easier to ask for forgiveness."
>She smiles.
>Your ejaculation is magnificent.
>An arc that flies high into the air, and far across the room.
>Rarity, presuming that you wanted her to have some in her mouth, rushes over, and laps some on her tongue of the tip of your wick.
>And then immediately spits it out. Your semen, apparently, wasn't tasty.
>The cops let themselves in, thinking your groan of pleasure was you getting hurt.
>What they see when they arrive is:
>A naked young woman.
>Half-naked young man.
>Trashed house.
>The evidence of sexual congress.
>It isn't long before they're hauling the pair of you off to the station.
 
Epilogue:
 
>Some neighbors complained, and called the cops to break up the party.
>The cops were several hours late, so they booked the two perps found on the scene.
>Rarity's parents were not at all pleased to find out that their house was trashed and that their daughter was caught trysting with some no-good goyum.
>You're banned from coming over to her place, but she's not banned from coming over to your place to come.
>Your romance with Rarity lasts through graduation, and except for a rocky period in college, lasts through college.
>It's still premature to say there are wedding bells, but god-damn is the sex amazing, even after all these years.
 
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