[SS - 3] [NSFW] Viscous Spectrum (WiP - 5/10/13 2200)

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Viscous Spectrum

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>The human stared down at his genitles for several seconds, attempting to process what was going on.

>His phallus had just spoken to him, in Rainbow’s voice.

>He was naked in his house, and couldn’t recall the day’s events clearly.

>His scrotal skin would swell and surge as something not of his own being moved within.

>It was a strange sensation, that much was certain, but it was a somewhat familiar one...

>Why having something in his testicles would be familiar, he didn’t know.

>He was also completely at a loss as to why it was arousing him so.

>It was a combination of pain and pleasure he’d never before experienced.

>He craved release, yet something was stopping him from achieving that.

>It was by and far the most arousing case of blue balls he’d ever experienced.

>As he sat there enjoying the alien sensations, he slowly started to recall little bits and strands of memories.

>He had been violated in such a manner before, he thought, shaking his head in frustration.

>Clear, concise thoughts eluded him, leaving only fragments of a greater picture he wanted to see.

>All he could manage to scrounge up were vague shapes and colors.

>And pleasure... lots of pleasure.

>Whatever it was that was keeping him from recalling what was going on had felt incredibly good.

>Almost addicting, even.  That didn’t stop the tiny nagging at the back of his mind that something was wrong though.

>Aside from his testicles moving on their own.

>No, something deep rooted in his subconscious screamed for attention, refusing to just fade away into the human’s lust driven actions.

 

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>Unbeknownst to him, it was that very scrap of humanity that Rainbow was trying to save.

>She didn’t really know it herself, but she knew that he needed help.

>The problem that she was running into though, was rather... unique.

>If she remained in his testicles, he seemed to come slightly back to reality.

>At least enough for him to realize he needed some kind of help.

>If she left to try and get help though, he would near instantly revert to his previous state and look for something to fuck.

>She had to help him, some force was driving her to do so.

>It’s a good thing too, as she was teetering on the edge of losing herself within his body.

>Something about his semen had become intoxicating.

>This driving feeling she had for the human was just enough for her to hold on to though; just enough to see past the heavy fog that was trying its hardest to cloud her thoughts.

>The desire to frolick in the copious amounts of fluid that surrounded her was strong, but her will to help the human was stronger.

>She wanted desperately to play and swim in the fluid, maybe even dissolve away into nothing but pure pleasure, but she couldn’t bring herself to do that.

>She needed a plan to help Anonymous, but she didn’t know what to do.

>If she left him, he would revert to his old behavior and fuck whatever he could.

>If she poked her head out to try and reason with the human, it was like speaking to a newborn foal.

>He was still in shock for whatever reason, so reasoning or explaining what was going on was off the list of things to try.

 

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>That left one option, which was to go and seek outside help.

>Doing so would mean she would have to leave Anon by himself though...

>The thought of finding him hilted to Pinkie again both saddened and angered her.

>She knew she shouldn’t be angry, as he didn’t know what he was doing, but she couldn’t help it.

>The thought of him getting with another mare, let alone one of her friends, right after professing her love to him?

>It made her blood boil.

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>Well, sort of.

>

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>Her goo anyways.

>That would be something she would have to address later though, as she had to get him to a state where he could speak coherently first.

>Wracking her brain for ideas, she began to think of who could possibly help her right now...

>Twilight was out searching for a cure to Fluttershy’s current gooey state; a cure that she herself would have to hope for too, it would seem.

>Fluttershy was out of the question, as she was the source of this whole sticky situation.

>That left Rarity, Pinkie, and Applejack.

>AJ was in her own little world when she saw her last, so she figured there was little help to get from her right now.

>Pinkie had been affected by Anon as well, and she didn’t really want to see the pink mare after what had happened.

>That left Rarity.  As she began moving up Anon’s appendage to put her work in progress plan to action, something else was happening to the very mare she was going to seek out...

 

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>Rarity looked at the mirror in horror.

>What she saw terrified her; it had to be a dream of some kind.

>A terrible, awful dream of which she most certainly did not deserve!

>The white unicorn lifted a hoof and watched as her reflection, much to her horror, did the same.

>Her reflection was not her own, as one would expect from a mirror.  No, hers was that of a changeling.

>“This... this must be a dream!” she said, waving her hoof experimentally at her reflection.

>She felt a knot in her stomach form as the realization hit her.

>This was in fact, no dream.

>She remembered clearly what had happened, but it baffled her as to why she was seeing this reflection.

>Anonymous had come over asking for help.

>Shortly after a most noble attempt to help him, she found herself obsessed with getting him to rut her silly.

>As shameful as it was to think about, she couldn’t deny how heavenly it had been.

>There was nothing she wanted more than for it to happen again and again and again...

>Yet she knew it was wrong, especially when she had gone through all that effort to get Anonymous with Rainbow in the first place!

>She would never be so sneaky or undercutting as to taint the relationship the human and her cyan friend had started!

>Yet here she was, wishing she hadn’t ushered him away so quickly...

>It would seem she was being punished for getting the human to rut her.

>Yes, that made sense, it was a punishment!

>Why else would she see herself as a changeling?

>As she looked down at her hoof to assure herself that it was indeed a hallucination, she sighed in relief.

 

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>What she saw was no blackened leg of a changeling, it was her own leg.

>No matter what the mirror tried to fool her with, she was still the same fabulous unicorn she remembered.

>Then, she had yet another thought.

>If the mirror was reflecting a changeling version of herself...

>What would other ponies see?

>She could feel her pupils dilate in fear as she contemplated the new possibility of being seen as a changeling instead of herself.

>Rather, she would’ve contemplated that scenario, had there not been a knock at the front door.

>“I’ll get it!” said an enthusiastic Sweetie Belle.

>Rarity had nearly forgotten she was there, getting lost in her own world of what-if’s and doomsday thoughts.

>It had never crossed her mind until right now what would happen if Sweetie Belle saw what she had seen in the mirror.

>Would her own sister attack her?  What would happen?  Would anyone believe her?

>All questions were put to a screeching halt as she over heard Sweetie’s greeting though.

>“Rainbow Dash?  Is that you?”

 

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>“Long story kiddo.  Is Rarity home?”

>“Yeah, lemme go fi-”

>“Show her in, Sweetie!”

>Rarity had effectively dug her own grave now.

>Not only had she had devious sexual relations with Rainbow’s special somepony, but she might look like a changeling to her too!

>Worse still, the mess from earlier was still not taken care of!  The door shutting reminded her just what she’d gotten herself into.

>Rainbow, amongst most of her friends, didn’t take too kindly to changelings.

>If Rarity looked like a changeling to her brash cyan friend... The situation would take some tact, to say the least.

>Grace, finesse, composure.  Changeling or not, Rarity was still a lady.

>She would handle this situation as best she could, and that would not be a result of panic.

>Settling the last bit of her nervousness at the impending scenario, she gulped one last time as the door to her room opened.

>“Rarity?”

>Of course, not much had prepared the unicorn for what came through her door next.

>There, in the door frame, stood what looked like Rainbow, but... not.

>She was a semi-solid, clear enough to see through, but solid enough to know that something was there.

>As Rarity tried to place just what it was she was looking at, the mass that resembled Rainbow continued into the room as though there were nothing strange about the situation.

>“Rarity, I need your help.”

>The confused unicorn tried to form words, but the strange situation unfolding before her eyes caused her thoughts to slow and contort.

>Her words she attempted to form into a sentence showed her distraught thoughts as well.

 

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>“Rainbow, I...” she tried to form a cognitive sentence, but found it rather difficult.

>“You’re...”  She raised a hoof in some kind of instinctive gesture, but stopped about halfway.  “How did...”

>“Long story.  I need you to focus though,” Rainbow said, turning to face her friend.

>Rarity stared a while longer, trying her hardest to get a useful thought to surface.  “I- of course, dear.  It’s just that-”

>“I know I look weird, and I’ll tell you all about it later, but right now I need your help.”

>The contortion of the unicorn’s face was enough to signify a serious concern for her friend, but she did as she was asked and put her questions about her situation to the side for later.

>“Very well, Rainbow.  I do look forward to what has to be an incredibly interesting tale later; but as you said, you need help.  Now, what is it that I can help you with, darling?”

>“It’s about Anonymous.”

>Rarity froze.  Had the human said something?  Why wouldn’t he?  Why hasn’t she already brought it up?

>Is she trying to sabotage Rainbow’s newfound relationship?  She would never do that!  It is completely against her nature, not to mention undignified and sneaky!

>A lady does not sneak into a friend’s love life.

>“Rainbow dear, let me explain.”

>“Explain what?  Do you know what’s wrong with him?”

>“Wrong with him?”  Was she being subtly insulted?

>Should she act as though she knew nothing?  Should she come right out and say something now?

>“Whatever do you mean?”

>“He’s been...” the pegasus looked to the ground in thought.  “He’s...”

 

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>“Well go on, I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.”

>Rainbow sighed and shut her eyes.  At least, that’s what her form seemed to do.  “He’s been...”

>“He’s been what, darling?” Rarity asked, stepping forward ever so quietly.

>“He... can’t keep his pants on,” Rainbow said, a tint of red to her cheeks.

>After a brief pause to take in what the pegasus had said, Rarity blinked and yet again found herself with a limited vocabulary.

>“Unless his trousers aren’t fitting properly anymore, I’m not sure how I can help you, Rainbow.”

>Growing frustrated at her own embarrassment, Rainbow growled in annoyance and put a hoof to her head to think.

>To Rarity, it looked as though she’d just lost an arm to her ravenous forehead, but she resisted the urge to say something.

>“He’s been rutting... everything.”

>“I beg your pardo--”

>“He’s been rutting,” Rainbow said, casting an annoyed expression on her slimy features, “everything.”

>“Again, I’m not sure how I can help you.”

>“I don’t know who else to go to, Rarity!  AJ is... well, she’s occupied.  Fluttershy is the whole reason all this started, Twilight is out of town, and Pinkie...”

>This caught Rarity’s attention.  Rainbow was a tough pony, not one to show she was hurt or worried about something.

>At least, not easily.  That made it all the stranger when the pegasus choked on her words.

>“What about Pinkie, Rainbow?”

>“She,” Rainbow said, her expression switching to that of a confused anger. “She was... a-and he was...”

>“I don’t mean to sound rude, but out with it, Rainbow.”

 

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>“She was rutting Anonymous!”

>That... wasn’t what Rarity was expecting to hear.  For more than a few reasons.

>Not only had Anonymous just given her the most lavish and stimulating rutting she’d had in quite a while, but he’d gone on to do the same to Pinkie Pie?

>“I... I don’t know what to say,” Rarity said, backing up a few paces.

>“I need help, Rarity.  I don’t know what to do!”

>“Well, obvio-”

>Rainbow looked at the unicorn that was apparently frozen in time.  It was her turn to be concerned at her friend’s strange behaviour.

>Rarity stood there, mouth slightly agape, not saying a word.  Her cheeks had flushed and her ears were now sticking straight up, like she’d been caught burying a body.

>“Rarity?  Are you okay?”

>Rarity blinked a few times and attempted to regain her composure.

>“I’m sorry dear, I don’t know what came over m-”

>Again, she was caught off guard by something.  This time though, she couldn’t keep her cool like she had previously.

>She fell to the floor, panting slightly.  Rainbow was at her side in an instant, looking over her obviously ill friend.

>“Rarity!” she said, leaning down towards her friend.  “Rarity, what’s wrong?!”

>The unicorn continued to express strange behavior and started panting.  The noises she was making didn’t match what was going on.

>These weren’t moans of pain, nor were they something Rainbow had ever heard come from Rarity.  Examining her friend closer, Rainbow saw something move under her skin.

>Further down than where her stomach was, there was a shift in mass.  Reaching out in cautious wonder, Rainbow put a gooey hoof gently on her friend’s abdomen.

 

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>The sensation sent shivers down Rarity’s spine, enticing an excited moan from her.  Shortly after that, Rainbow felt the mass move inside of Rarity.

>Rainbow quickly retracted her hoof, fearing she’d caused her friend some kind of physical pain.

>“No!” Rarity said, eyeing Rainbow.  “Do... do that again,” she said, slowing her breathing down to take longer and deeper breaths.

>Confused, Rainbow looked at Rarity’s abdomen, then back to her own hoof.  She had done something, she just wasn’t sure what.

>“P-please Rainbow,” Rarity said, “I-it... It felt... incredible.”

>Not sure what to do, Rainbow decided to listen to her friend and placed her hoof on her abdomen as the mass shifted again.

>It was strange, but Rainbow didn’t back away this time.

>“What do you want me to do?” Rainbow asked, eager to help.

>She didn’t know what was wrong, but if she could help somehow, she wanted to.

>Rarity closed her eyes and let out a breath she’d been holding back.

>Laying her head down, she whispered one word: “Rub.”

>Confused but determined to help, Rainbow started to gently rub the strange mass through Rarity.

>It shifted more actively now, garnering strange sounds from Rarity.  Little chirps or squeaks, but it didn’t seem she was in any pain.

>Continuing to gently rub, she noticed a new scent in the room. It was subtle, but noticeable.

>It smelled not unlike a fine perfume that Rarity would be known to wear to special parties or things of the like; but Rainbow was completely unfamiliar to the odor.

>Deciding to focus on Rarity herself for the time being, the gooey pony thought to try something different.

 

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>She took to making slow, deliberate motions all across Rarity’s lower body, feeling more small masses.

>This seemed to have a positive effect on her, as Rainbow was rewarded with a long, low moan.

>Figuring she was doing something right, Rainbow continued her motions on Rarity.

>A few slow circles of her hoof, and Rainbow felt a much longer lasting shift of mass within Rarity, followed by a wet ‘plop.’

>Stopping immediately, Rainbow took her hoof off of her friend.

>Looking the unicorn’s body over for the source of the noise, Rainbow’s eyes eventually landed on her friends flank.  Rarity’s tail was raised.

>Rainbow wasn’t some dumb mare, she knew what that meant.

>But Rarity hadn’t ever expressed interest in other mares, barely even stallions.  Why was she presenting?

>This was going to make things very awkward if Rarity had been hiding a crush...

>Thinking to give just a quick peek, Rainbow looked down at Rarity’s exposed hindquarters.

>The quick peek turned into an open mouthed stare when she discovered the source of the noise.

>“Wh-why did you stop, Rainbow?”  Rarity asked, panting heavily.

>There, at Rarity’s rear, was a lone greenish, pulsing egg.

>Not knowing what to do, Rainbow continued to stare at her friend’s lower lips as another egg appeared.

>This was followed by yet another low moan from Rarity.

>Soon, the egg had joined the other on the floor with a noticeable amount of what had to be Rarity’s own fluids.

>No longer concerned with whatever it was Rainbow was staring at, Rarity continued to moan and writhe in pleasure as yet another egg made its way out of her.

 

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>Rainbow watched, entranced, as another egg was pushed out of the unicorn.

>Then another.

>And another.

>By the seventh egg, Rainbow had stopped counting and was growing curious as to how many eggs Rarity had hidden away.

>Not only that, but how had those gotten there?  What kind of eggs were they?  Had Rarity done this on purpose?