Rape; It's a Magical thing

Based on:

 

http://derpiboo.ru/430610

        (and somewhat on http://derpibooru.org/384009)

 

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>While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,

>As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.

>No wait, that's probably copyrighted.

 

>Nonetheless, Rarity got up from behind her sewing machine at the soft knocking on the door.

>“Just a moment, please,” she sang, trotting through the hallway towards the door.

>Her horn glowed a soft blue, her aura coating the door's knob and with practiced ease, it gently swung open.

>A small purple dragon stood on her doorstep, tip-toeing back and forth with his tail as support, his claws folded behind his back.

>“Spike, deary, you know you mustn't knock here,” she feigned to scold him.  

>Stepping aside, she waved her hoof.  “Come in, come in.”

>The little dragon hopped back on his scaly feet and strode in.

>“Now then, what brings you to my little abode?” Rarity asked, walking back towards her work room and setting herself down behind the sewing machine again.

>Spike perched himself atop one of the chests she used to store her sewing utensils, his feet kicking around freely in the air as he still fell short of reaching the floor.

>“Can I help you with anything today?” he asked, a straightforwardness in his voice that he usually lacked.

>She paused feeding the machine fabric and pursed her lips for a moment.

>Gaze transfixed on the lockstitch in the spidersilk, she shook her head before she continued her sewing.

>“I'm afraid not, Spikey-boo; it's been rather slow as of late.  But, whilst I appreciate your generosity, I'm certain you have more pleasant ways to spend your time than by helping little old me.”

>He harrumphed and his little feet pounded against the chest as he began swinging his legs more fervently.

>“Hardly, I've read through all my comics.  Twice!  And I'm all out of gems too.”

>“Surely Twilight could order you some new ones,” Rarity said, not looking up from her work.  “Comics, that is.”

>Spike's expression took a sour turn, his brow settling into an annoyed frown.

>“If she'd ever stop working on her secret project she might, yeah,” he bemoaned.

>Rarity tittered a haughty laugh at the dragon's complaints.

>“Spikey, if anypony should know how she gets sometimes, it ought to be you!”

>“I know…  But it's worse than other times, Rarity,” he said, “She hasn't left the basement in days.  Sometimes she comes up for food, but she's back down before she tells me what I'm supposed to do!”

>With a delicate snap, Rarity tore the end of the thread, muttering a very pleased, “Just perfect…”.

>Floating the dress back onto its marequin, she turned back towards the little reptile, noticing the scowl he bore.

>“Have you simply tried to ask her?”

>He grumbled, “…'m not allowed down there…”.

>The severity of her friend's distress beginning to sink in, Rarity levitated him up into the air, retrieving a few sizeable gems out of the chest he sat on.

>“Would you like me to go try and talk to her?” she asked, putting the small dragon back in his place and offering him his snacks.

>His tail began wagging as he suckled on a ruby, nodding with pleading eyes at her offer.

>“Very well then,” she said with a smile.

>She placed a small kiss on the dragon's cheek.  “I've handled far graver problems, I assure you.  If anypony comes by the Boutique, tell them I'll only be a moment away, would you darling?”

>She strode out the door with a bounce in her gait, failing to notice how Spike sat motionless atop the chest.

>Slowly, he began to tip sideways and with a dull thud he fell to the ground, rigid as stone, a small puddle of drool dribbling out of his mouth.

 

 

>Prancing through the streets of Ponyville, Rarity made her way towards Golden Oaks library without so much as a single worry on her mind.

>This only ought to take her a few minutes at the most.

>She'd seen how worked up Twilight could get when she was working on whatever ʻnext big thingʼ Celestia had ordered her to work on.

>But if there were anypony who knew a thing or two about dealing with stress, it'd be her.

>A smile adorned her face as the library came into sight on the horizon.

>Now to deal with this little hindrance tout suite and finish her order of delicate silken dresses.

>The sign on the door read ʻCLOSEDʼ, though that obviously didn't stop the fashionista from rapping it twice with practiced grace.

>When after a few moments nothing happened, she silently giggled to herself.

>“Silly me.  She's in the basement, of course she wouldn't hear me.”

>After a tentative push, she breathed a sigh of relief that Spike had left the door unlocked.

>She trotted inside, taking note of how meticulously the place appeared  —  quite the difference compared to its usual, rather messy state when Twilight was in search of one particular book.

>Mayhap he wasn't exaggerating when he said she hadn't been up in days.

>With a slight shake of her head, she went towards the basement door, intent on setting things straight right away.

>Rarity opened the door, quickly discovering that only a dim light coming from all the way down illuminated the steps, delaying the speed with which she trotted down the stairs by quite a bit.

>“Yoohoo…  Twilight?” she called out into the dark.  “It's me, Rarity.”

>About midway down the stairs, she suddenly remembered the horn sitting atop of her head and let a small bead of light help her make the rest of the way down.

>When she finally made her way down to the basement, it wasn't her sight that caused her trouble.

>Rarity's muzzle scrunched up as she got a whiff of the damp basement's odor.

>“…Oh my,” she said, forcing herself to swallow.

>That certainly explained a lot.

>“R-Rarity!” Twilight exclaimed, appearing seemingly out of nowhere.  “I, uhm… wasn't expecting you.  O-or anypony.”

>The white unicorn offered her friend a gentle smile.

>“Spike came to me a little while ago.”

>“Oh.  Oh, did he?  That's…  That seems like something that he would do, yes.”

>Twilight nodded, desperately trying to stop her lips from twitching around so much.

>Though with her mane frayed as it were, chances were small that she'd be able to—

>“Oh Twilight dear, you needn't be so embarrassed around me,” Rarity said, her gentle smile ever-present.  “We all have our little moments.  Would you like me to take care of Spikey for a few days while you… take care of things here?”

>The mage blinked, slowly, trying to comprehend what her friend had just told her.

>The look on her face must've been quite the sight as Rarity threw a fit of giggles her way.

>“Honestly, Twilight, it's nothing to be ashamed of.  I'll just let Spike stay with me for a while and you just come get him when you're feeling a bit more… relieved, okay?  The poor dear's so worked up about it, too.  Perhaps even more than you,” she said with a teasing smile.

>Rarity turned around and began trotting her way back up the stairs.

>Before she left, she looked back down at a baffled Twilight and said,  “You're going to have to give him the talk one of these days, darling.  I suggest not holding off too long before he gets any wrong ideas.”

>Twilight blinked again as the pieces of the puzzle began to fall in place and she slowly nodded.

>“I'll… d-definitely do that then, Rarity.  Thank you f-for—”

>“Oh now, don't even mention it!  It's the least I can do to help you through a rough time like this.”

>With a wink, she added,  “Take good care of yourself, Twilight!”

>She strode up the last few stairs.

>“You know where to find Spike when you're feeling better, dear.  Ta ta~”

>And with that, the door fell shut and Rarity once again failed to notice what she'd left behind: a severely relieved Twilight letting out the breath she'd been holding the entire time without realizing it.

 

 

>Far sooner than she'd expected, Rarity was well on her way back home, thinking of her unfortunate friend.

>Oh, such an odor that had filled the basement!

>Even with her own but a few weeks away, Rarity could barely begin to imagine the severity of Twilight's season.

>She'd never seen one so intense herself in a long time, having found her ways of coping with it.

>It'd been… surprising when she found out the spa twins offered such services.  Discreetly, of course.

>But at the time, she hadn't quite possessed the mindset to decline.

>And every season after, she'd been swift in finding the twin caretakers to help her find some relief.

>Rarity slowed down to a halt, her muzzle again scrunching up as she recalled the basement's odor, its undeniable musk of pheromones at the result of her friend's pent-up desires.

>Could she truly call herself Twilight's friend if she were to simply let her take care of things on her own?

>There certainly were far more enjoyable ways of dealing with this problem.

>It wouldn't be befitting for the element of Generosity to keep those to herself, would it?

>With determination in her stride, she turned back to Golden Oaks public library.

>Surely Spike could take care of the store for a little while longer.

>Just a quick visit to the spa with Twilight to let loose a little stress.

>A mare doesn't need to be in season to enjoy a good time, after all.

 

 

>She didn't bother knocking this time, instead striding into the library already feeling positively giddy.

>The basement was lit in a purple glow as Rarity bounced her way down the stairs.

>“Twilight, darling, I just had the most wo—”  

>The sight in front of her took the words out of her mouth.

>She blinked wearily, a sense of lightheadedness washing over her.

>“—onderful idea…”

>A string of fluids fell on the ground as Twilight drew herself back, slowly turning her head back, eyes and mouth equally agape.

>“Rarity!” she shrieked.  “I-I can explain!”

>Her gaze transfixed on the beast in the middle of the room, bound to a chair, Rarity absentmindedly felt her head nod up and down a few times.

>Twilight's eyes shot back and forth and in her panic, she slammed the door upstairs shut with her magic, securely locking it.

>At least now Rarity couldn't run away.

>Though, that didn't really seem like the thing she had in mind either.

>Slowly, she trotted down the last few stairs, halting a small distance away from the two others.

>“W-who is—”  She tilted her head.  “What is your… friend here, Twilight?”

>Rarity couldn't really think of an adequate way to describe it.

>It was far taller than a minotaur and had no horns on top of that.

>He bore no fur, save for the top of his head and one small patch she couldn't peel her eyes away from.

>Its frame was lean, his muscles —  one in particular  — being very defined.

>Involuntarily, Rarity had to admit some sort of… mild interest in the creature, as she felt her tail trying to rise.

>“Please don't tell anypony, Rarity!” Twilight begged.  “I-I-  Uhm, he—”  

>Rarity took another step closer.

>“I didn't know you had such… exotic tastes, Twilight.”

>Her eyes lingered on his abdomen for a little while and she felt herself grow a little hotter.

>Whether it was embarrassment or something else entirely wasn't entirely clear to her yet, though she was certain she'd find out in a moment.

 

 

>“I-Is he always this quiet?” she asked, a volcanic blush causing her face to grow even hotter.

>Twilight shook her head.  “N-no, he's just a bit, uhm… tired.”

>“Too tired to talk?”

>Twilight nodded.  “He's very, very tired.”

>Slowly, things began to make a lot more sense to Rarity.

>Things like the reason why Twilight had locked herself down here for days on end, refusing to come up; like that fragrance filling every corner of the room, flooding deep into her nostrils.

>Rarity's eyes widened in realization.  “H-he's tired!”  

>Things like that.

>“Please don't think that I'm weird!” Twilight begged, the desperation in her voice going by unconcealed.  “If anypony found out…  I-If the princess found out!  I—”

>Rarity turned her eyes away from the marvelous sculpture and looked at her friend instead.

>“Why would I think you are weird, darling?”

>Twilight pawed at the ground with her hoof, her ears folding flat against her head.

>“Because he's not a pony?”  

>Rarity's smile of before took place again.  “Oh dear, if you'd know some of the things I hear…  Sapphire Shores once d—”  

>She paused herself prematurely with a slight shake of the head.

>“Though I suppose this is neither the time nor the place for that story.”

>Her eyes roamed across his broad chest once more, his skin shining in sweat.  

>Whose was something she wasn't quite sure of.

>“So…  Shan't you introduce me, Twilight?” Rarity asked coyly, batting her eyelids at the silent creature in the chair.

>She found herself quite surprised by her total disregard of common decency, casually shedding all notion of his naked state or the fact that he was bound to a chair; though whenever she tried to compose herself, she found herself unable to, her eyes continuing to let themselves fall on some part of him that was even more fascinating than the last.

>Twilight blinked a few times, staring at some off-point behind Rarity as if lost in confusion.

>“I, uhm…” she began.

>A smile formed on her face as she looked over her friend's back, a glint showing in her eyes as she turned to meet Rarity's eyes.

>“I found him in the Everfree forest a few days ago; he was bathing in the river.  I'd never seen anything like him before so I hid in the bushes and watched him clean himself.  For research.”

>Rarity nodded a few times, her eyes having an exceedingly hard time not to travel down the beast's muscular body.

>“I-I see.”

>“And when he got out, he began singing something, so I though he might be intelligent.  But when I tried to approach him, he started running away so I… brought him here.  For research.”

>Rarity marveled in his scent, her lightheadedness beginning to feel quite pleasant.

>The way the light reflected of his chest brought her to lick her lips.

>“Ah.  Research.”

>“Y-yes,” Twilight said, “I haven't figured out our little language problem yet, but we've been making progress.”

>“I can see that.”

>Rarity hadn't paid overly much attention to it, but the odor permeating the entire basement's perimeter certainly had a masculine tinge to it.

>The remnants of Twilight's oral interlude still shone brightly on his sizeable girth, standing up straight with a defiance that made Rarity more than a little flustered.

 

 

>A purring voice asked, “Do you want to taste him?”

>At first, she'd simply thought it to be a fragment of her overly active imagination but when Twilight softly nudged her and repeated herself, she was most certain that that wasn't the case.

>“Taste him?!”  Rarity swallowed deeply, feeling her head began to swim.  “That's… very generous of you, darling, but I'm not quite sure if—”

>She felt Twilight lift her head so she could meet those violet eyes.

>They glimmered deviously as Twilight said, “It could just be our little secret.  I can see you like him too…”

>Rarity couldn't suppress a gasp as she looked back to see her tail raised high, presenting herself to any onlookers there might have been.

>“I-I—”  She felt the sensation wash over her once more.  With a shake of her head, things seemed to clear up for her as she stared into Twilight's eyes.

>She watched the beast's form twitch and spasm, inches away from her face.

>And she nodded.  “I-I think I'd like that.”

>Twilight giggled next to her, watching with a glimmer in her eyes as Rarity inched her way towards the prize.

>Her warm breath rolled over his stiff length, earning her a series of grunts.

>She ceased her motions and turned towards Twilight.  “I don't think he wants me to—”

>“Nonsense!” Twilight exclaimed.

>The tip of her horn glowed a bright violet and she softly tapped his temple.

>He let loose a long-drawn grunt, before he visibly began to relax, sinking a little into the chair.

>With a worried glance, Rarity questioned her friend.  “Twilight, I'm not su—”

>“He's just a little sensitive,” Twilight said.  “This'll help him relax.  Don't worry, you'll see how great he thinks it is in a moment!”

>Rarity, despite the aching heat in her loins, seemed less certain about her intentions than she was moments before.

>But as Twilight softly grasped her head and stared in her eyes, she felt her worries sink away and before she'd realized what had happened, she already had him in her maw, her own saliva intermingling with that of her friend.

 

 

>Whilst its size was more than amiable, it was its texture that truly fascinated Rarity.

>Her tongue darted back and forth over its length, trying to determine what it was about this leathery texture that made him so different from a stallion's.

>Finding herself unable to find her answer, Rarity lowered herself even deeper, taking nearly its entire length into her maw.

>His spear-like shape certainly made things more interesting, to make an understatement.

>Slowly, Rarity dragged herself back, letting her tongue roll over his underside.

>Just as she let the tip pop out of her mouth, a small splatter of pre fell unto her tongue and Rarity tensed up in perplexity.

>She swished the little pool of fluid back and forth in her mouth, its salty tasty sending shivers rolling down her back.

>In the corner of her eye, she saw Twilight adopt a grin as she let the bead roll down her throat.

>“O-Oh my,” she gasped, feeling the dehydrating effects of the salt already beginning to take place.

>Her eyes beheld the throbbing mast in front of her and with another swallow, she had to admit, “I do believe I see the appeal.”

>She turned to seek her friend's gaze and with an encouraging nod, she lowered herself onto his length again, swirling around his tip to get as much of his divine taste as she could muster forth.

 

 

>The chair tipped in place as Twilight hopped onto his chest.

>Quietly, barely audible at all, muffled moans came from the beast.

>Twilight giggled before placing her lips on his and wrapping her forelegs around his head to pull him closer.

>With an overly loud ʻMwhahʼ she halted her kiss, letting her tongue roam along his jawline instead.

>Grazing on his earlobes, she whispered, “See?  I knew you'd like her too.  You were just being cranky…”

>His brow twitched as he tried to grunt.

>“Nohn… N-n-noh—”  Twilight silenced him with another kiss.

>“Hmmmmm, I love you too, Nonny,” she said with a titter.

>The tip of her horn glowed its crimson sheen and with another tap against his temple, the beast let out a long, hearty moan.

>“You like that, don't you, Nonny?” she asked as she began grinding herself against his bare chest.

>She couldn't even begin to keep count of how many times they'd made love by now, but all she knew was that each time was better than the last.

>He'd proven to be able to keep the pace for quite some time, though after her first few climaxes, she'd needed to give him a little help.

>Luckily, Rarity seemed to have fallen under the same effects and, somewhat embarrassed, Twilight had to admit that seeing her otherwise so pristine friend now throwing herself onto Nonny like a madmare was a very enticing sight to behold.

>Gently biting down on his collarbone, she began gyrating her hips, letting her lower lips feel every ridge and bump his hardened muscles offered her, basking in her own sensitivity from being pleased over and over again.

>She closed her eyes and listened to Rarity's muffled moaning as she felt her button begin to wink, peeking its head out into the open air.

>It was hard to know whether the dampness was that of her own, or simply that of earlier sessions; though she supposed it didn't matter much as she found herself unable to hold back her moans, her lips feeling like they were seconds away from burning up in flames.

>“Mhhhh, I-I love you, Nonny,” she groaned out, feeling her excitement run down his body and onto his nethers.

 

 

>“Mhhhh, I-I love you, Nonny.”

>Rarity heard her friend declare her love to the beast as she rode against his hardened torso.

>Somewhere, far in the depths of her mind, Rarity still had a bit of rationality left that would question what had caused her friend to be so brazen in her behavior.

>Mayhap she'd question the nature of what she was doing right here and now a bit more as well.

>That part, however, was being smothered in a mixture of pheromones, sending electric pinpricks throughout Rarity's body and the dehydrating effects of the salt, causing her head to drift in a drunken fit of desire for only one thing.

>She bottomed out onto his length again and closed her eyes, reveling in the sensation she felt vibrating through her body as he groaned a deep, animalistic roar.

>His head twitched around in her mouth as she tried in earnest to coat every inch of his length in her saliva.

>Slowly, savoring every second of the moment, she began to pull back up again, making sure to suck every single drop that he spilled into her mouth, each time rewarding her with more and more of the salty stimulant.

>Uncertain whether she could take even more of the impetus, she let him slide out of her mouth, making sure to part with a small kiss atop his head, earning her a set of glossy lips, both upper and lower.

>She was aching for release, her nethers, despite being positively soaked, felt like they were burning.

>Her muscles were already contracting, desperately trying to create friction against anything, just so she could feel filled.  

>In a rhythmic pattern, she felt her sensitive nub brush its way against her inner walls, poking out in a hopeful attempt to be played with.

>The sensation was absolutely driving her mad and when she felt her arousal begin to run down her thighs, she only had eyes for one thing anymore.

>“Twilight, c-could we perhaps… move into a more accessible position?” she asked, her voice wavering and unsteady as the strong musk of the basement washed over her again.

 

 

>The response came delayed as Twilight had her head thrown back in her neck, soundlessly gasping and panting as his abdominals received an entirely new layer of sheen.

>As she heard Rarity ask, nearly beg, for her permission to mount him, she could no longer hold back a moan as she brushed her lips upwards against his body.

>She remained in place for a moment, her hooves resting on his shoulders as her button winked out of its hood, against his chest.

>Her mind cleared up as she kept that position and let herself calm down a little while.

>“T-Twilight?”

>The unicorn nodded, still panting.  She'd always made sure to keep him restrained, though in her current haze, she too only had eyes for one goal.

>She slid back onto the ground, lowly moaning as her lips brushed over his girth before her hindlegs made contact with the basement's floor.

>Her horn lit up and his restraints became undone.  “Come Nonny, let's get you a bit more comfortable.”

>Wearily, he tried to get up and with a little aid from more of her magic, she laid him down on the floor.

>He groaned, trying to shift in place but Twilight rushed to his side and with a soft tap of her horn against his temple, he grew placid again, letting a quiet moan travel throughout the room.

>Twilight could no longer contain herself, the aching in her loins taking over as she set herself down on his face and began grinding herself down on him again.

>Her breathing soon picked up in tempo as she whispered, “Mmmmake me feel good, Nonny…”, followed by the lustful student enclosing her thighs around his head.

 

 

>Rarity intensely watched how her friend succumbed to her desires, lost in pleasure as she let the beast take care of her.

>Seeing her friend in a position like this was strange, to say the least, yet entrancing and somewhat flustered, she had to admit that the sight of Twilight's damp, puffy marehood sliding over his slick, glistening skin only brought her own desires to burn more furiously.

>She inched her way forwards, leaning down to give his hardened member a last lick in preparation.

>Her heartbeat pounded throughout her entire body as she positioned herself above him, gently guiding his tip to rest against her pink folds.

>For a moment, she kept that exact position, knowing that as soon as she'd let herself fall down, she'd be lost in bliss and there'd be no clarity to be found until she got what she was looking for.

>It was when she heard Twilight hiss, drawing in a deep breath through gritted teeth, that she closed her eyes and allowed herself to sink deep into the ocean of relief.

>Both her walls and his length were slick, yet the way her muscles desperately squeezed themselves around him made the travel downwards seem like it'd last forever.

>She felt herself stretch well beyond her usual limits to accommodate him and her little nub began to wink faster and faster at the overwhelming sensation of being this full.

>Before she could even bottom out, she had to rest her hoof on his abdominals so she could pause herself to grow used to the phenomenal feeling coming from her sensitive labia.

>Her mind seemed to wash blank at the waves of pleasure that rocked her body and all she could think about in her fog was the fastest way to find relief.

>She let herself fall down on his spear, unable to hold back from crying out as he spread her sable cave towards limits she hadn't dared dream of.

>Her walls rippled across his length and following her friend's motions, she threw her head back in her neck and closed her eyes, basking in ecstasy as she sat atop of him, completely motionless save for the rushed falling and rising of her chest.

 

 

>Magic comes with its limits.

>Twilight might have been able to subdue the powerful creature, but instincts always take the upper hand.

>With the mage's meaty thighs pressing down on his face, it grew near-impossible for the beast to breathe.

>Twilight felt his weak first attempts at prying her off, but the more time passed, the more his body tried to warn him of the impending suffocation.

>Despite Twilight's measures, he managed to move his arms — albeit weakly — trying to get the horny mare off his face and instead replace her with cool air, which he was in desperate need of.

>When his hands firmly grasped her rump, however, all he got in return were a series of loud vocalizations of approval from the purple mare atop his head.

>“Y-yes, Nonny…  Hnnngood boy, keep doing that,” Twilight moaned aloud.

>Instincts always take the upper hand.

>And so, he opened his mouth and beat his tongue against whatever flesh rested atop of him.

>His mind was tired, his body beaten.  He'd just give her what she want and hope she'd give him a little longer to recover this time, so he could sink away into the static emptiness that filled his mind these days when she left him to himself.

>Twilight's secretions ran down his chin as his latest attempts at satiating her spurred her to new limits.

>His hands took hold of her rump and she gasped at how marvelous his fingers felt roaming through her coat.

>His tongue lapped away at her swollen lips with earnest and Twilight could do little more than gasp each time his dexterous appendage pressed down on her tense button.

>The more he struggled, the more Twilight felt herself grow closer to her climax, driven wild by the idea of being dominated by the virile male.

>Behind her, she heard Rarity's slow breathing, interrupted by the occasional soft whimper and she picked up both the strength and the tempo with which she pushed herself down on his face.

>She took hold of his head and pressed him deeper into her hungering tunnel.

>His tongue would flick around wildly, with neither rhyme nor reason to it, occasionally sinking deep into Twillight's burning innards, then roughly dragging itself over her hardened clit moments later.

>Twilight held herself still as she felt her mind break down into nothing more than a center for the pleasure that begin to spread throughout her body.

>Her breathing became frantic and with another caress of her button, she cried out in pleasure as she felt her walls twitch and spasm.

>As she unloaded all her tension onto his face, she lifted herself a little, and the beast lowly growled in return, either uncaring or unaware of his maw being filled with Twilight's juices.

 

 

>Rarity had been on the edge of her own climax for quite some time now, reveling in the sensation of being almost there.

>When she heard Twilight moan and gasp, and she felt the fragrance in the basement grew even more hormonal than it already was, she desperately ached to be on the other side of the edge.

>So far, she'd simply let the beast's rigid member sit deep inside her, massaging every ridge of his manhood with her velvety walls; though, now, her most base desire washed away what little restrictions she had left.

>Rarity needed to be bred, to feel this powerful beast unload himself into her.

>Slowly, she began rolling around her hips and she heard the beast grunt in response as Twilight's panting began to taper down.

>With shaking legs, she lifted herself until only his head remained inside.

>She trusted herself down and with as much magic as she could muster forth in her sex-addled state of mind, she began teasing her clit.

>The basement was a collection of lewd noises, Twilight's secretions running over his face and onto the ground, and the wet slaps that reverberated throughout the room each time Rarity's plump rear crashed against his frame, the soft meat rippling against his skin in waves that aided them both towards their peak.

>Mayhap she was lost in bliss and her experience was one only of lust, but she could swear she felt the beast began to thrust upwards, bucking even deeper into her than before.

>It was when she felt his spear ram into her cervix that she had to cry out, a torrent of fluids gushing out of her slit and over his manhood.

>She toyed with her clit as she rode the waves of bliss, her walls clamping down on his stiffness and as she heard him grunt, bucking himself deeper into her hot hole, she felt herself being filled, being bred by this wonderful specimen.

>Another series of pleasuring waves made itself master over Rarity's body as she felt her innards being suffused by his seed.

>The lack of a flare only brought Rarity to revel further in the exotic nature of her most recent experience.

>Never having been through a pleasure that rivaled this sensation, she found herself unable to do anything other than to let herself fall back on the basement's cool floor, moaning and panting as her orgasm didn't seem to die down.

>Her walls clamped down on themselves, enclosing the sturdy beast's seed and Rarity succumbed herself fully to the pleasure, splaying herself out in a display that she herself would only describe as ʻvulgarʼ if her mind weren't lost to the ecstasies of being well-bred.

>In her sensitivity, the last thing Rarity had expected was to feel something lap at her satiated honeypot.

>A wriggly intruder forced her lips to make way and Rarity hissed, sucking in short gasps of air through her teeth as she felt the appendage try to steal her hard-earned reward.

>A cool gust of air washed over her lips as she felt the sensation halt and with a quiet gasp, Rarity arched her back upwards, the new-found stimuli proving to be just as pleasurable as the burning heat from before.

>Wearily, she opened her eyes, just in time to see Twilight close in on her muzzle, bearing a sample of his pearly white seed on her tongue.

>Somewhere far, far away in the depths of her mind, a little voice screamed at Rarity to question her friend's, as well as her own behavior, but as she felt Twilight's tongue enter her mouth all she did was tilt her head slightly so she could partake in this dance of lovers.

 

 

>Twilight was gentle, far gentler than she'd been with him, as she pressed her tongue into Rarity's mouth.

>She let the viscous seed slowly seep of her tongue and onto Rarity's, neither of them moving so much as an inch.

>The mare underneath her began to shudder and in that moment, Twilight pressed her tongue against her friend's, both mares reveling in the shivers that ran down their spines.

>Twilight didn't know what had came over her that brought her to do this.

>She'd seen her friend lying on the floor, squirming and moaning, the likes of which she had never even held possible and wondered if that was how she had acted when he'd sent her over the edge.

>And when she'd seen the tiniest drop of his seed leaking out of Rarity's slit, she couldn't resist the temptation to get another taste herself.

>Both mares quietly moaned into each other's mouths as their saliva intermingled with the gradually cooling seed.

>Their minds seemed to wash blank yet again and it was several minutes later — though it might have well been hours — before Twilight began to come to her senses, lying on the floor next to Rarity.

>It took her even longer before she could form something akin to a rational thought again.

>With a dopey smile on her face, she rolled on her side, watching her friend softly moaning and wriggling around, enjoying the display of lewdness with ambiguity.

 

 

>A few moments later, Rarity too seemed to get a grip on herself again as she repeatedly muttered, “Oh my…” to herself.

>Wearily, she blinked before she quickly closed her legs and got on all fours again.

>Where the library's basement had been filled with myriad strange, yet enticing sounds earlier, it was clad in a deadly silence right now.

>“That was… novel,” Rarity quietly said with a deep swallow that sent shivers down her spine again as the taste of sex still lingered in her mouth.

>She still couldn't shake the feeling of enticement she held towards the creature, though for now, it seemed like she would be able to control herself.  “Novel but fun, I suppose.”

>Twilight smiled as she stood up straight again as well.  “Then it'll just be our little secret, okay?  Nopony has to know.”

>Rarity's muzzle scrunched up and Twilight barely managed to keep her composure.  

>“R-right?”

>Now, all she could do was hope.

>“Say a certain mare's season were to be due in a few weeks…”  Rarity's eyes glimmered deviously.  “Could she perchance conduct some research of her own?”

>With a grin matching her friend's, Twilight shrugged in feigned innocence.  “I suppose I could stretch the research a little while longer…”

>“Well then,” Rarity began, “would you still like me to take Spike of your hooves for a few days?”

>Having almost forgotten about Rarity's earlier proposal, Twilight's brow dipped for a moment before she turned her eyes towards the groaning male in the middle of the room.

>“It would help me make some progress with the research…”

>Throwing her somewhat sweaty mane in her neck, Rarity tittered.  “Say no more, dear.  I'll take care of him for as long as you need.”

>For the umpteenth time of the day, her muzzle scrunched up and with an entirely different set of shivers running down her spine, Rarity turned towards the stairs.

>“Now, if you'll excuse me, I am in dire need of a shower and I told Spike I'd only be away a short while.”

>The clopping of hooves on stairs resounded through the room and just like that, Rarity had left.

 

 

>Twilight was lost in both relief and wonder.

>How she'd gotten this lucky, she'd never really find out.

>With another groan, Twilight's attention was entirely drawn towards the sex-soaked male.

>She trotted towards him and took a comfortable seat on his chest.

>“Did you like that, Nonny?”

>He groaned again, beginning to shuffle around on the floor.

>She placed a kiss on his lips, halting his motions curtly.

>“I bet you did.”

>Twisting and turning her hips, she began to lower herself on the human and with a bright purple flash of her horn, she felt herself being impaled.

>“But you have to remember…”

>A soft ʻtapʼ could be heard, followed by a two long-drawn moans.

>“You'll always be mine.”