Tail Tale 4.5 [Nightmare Rarity ERP]

You have to have noticed how much her tail grew when she was turned. And she certainly knows how to use all that tail, too. Just think about her finding you, slowly sauntering up to your trembling body.

 

And you, Plotpony, you're too terrified of her intimidating stature to even defend yourself. Not that you could do anything about that all-encompassing tail as it wraps itself around you, tighter than a glove.

 

She's holding you so tightly that you can't even tremble any more. Her smile only widens and she lays you down onto the bed, her tail working its way underneath your clothing, eager to touch your waiting body.

 

Her tail has already invaded your pants, but it doesn't attack right away. No, Rarity is a refined mare. She knows how to tease a man.

 

She's massaging your chest and arms with those wispy fibers, draining all tension and resistance from your body. The tail in your pants feels you up, fondling you where you want it most. Your body is confused; trying to figure out whether to tense up at the pleasure coming from your cock, or loosen up at the massage on your upper body.

 

Plotpony, all you can really do is gasp as her depraved touches intensify, more and more of her tail concentrating on the growing bulge in your pants. Even though you may have the strength of mind to finally start to resist, her tail has a hold of your entire body, now. You can do nothing without her permission.

 

She's not merely touching you any more, Plotpony. She's drowning you in skilled caresses, an ever-increasing amount of her tail coiling itself tight around your member. You let out a weak little whimper, which she takes as encouragement. The coils start to waver and flow over you, starting at your crotch but reverberating over your entire body.

 

You realize she's in total control now. Even as you give what amounts to a pathetic struggle with all of your strength, your fate is sealed. Nightmare Rarity has decided to milk you, and milk you she will.

 

The coils, still rippling, begin to pump your shaft like a piston, not fast, not slow, but utterly relentless and precise. A shiver starts to run up your body, but the prison of Rarity's tail doesn't even allow you that.

 

"Oh, Plotpony, are you starting to feel good?" she coos, voice wanton and dark. "I can't help but notice how stiff you are. Didn't you know it's rude to show yourself to a lady like that?"

 

Your member i's impossible to see through the maze of hairs that swirl around it, but Rarity taunts you anyways. You try again to hold it and hide it, but her tail is still completely dominating your body. In fact, your defiance only prompts her to move faster.

 

"Did you want to touch yourself, too, Plotpony?" she asks, noticing your weak little attempt at struggling. "Acting so perverted in front of a mare of class like me? How destitute."

 

She brings your hand up, forcing it into your pants and closes your fingers around your cock. You try to resist, but her tail is impossibly strong and firm, and thus begins compelling your hand to stroke yourself, all while her tail continues it's endless assault on your senses.

 

The touch is so familiar, but so alien. Somehow, she knows you better than yourself, hitting every sensitive spot simultaneously and stroking your with your own hand better than you ever could. You let out a moan, and Rarity leans down to kiss your cheek, whispering in your ear.

 

"Let it out, Plotpony. Let your seed soil my tail."

 

Her ministrations quicken, and you find yourself drooling, mind blank with pleasure.

 

She pumps your shaft with your hand slowly, but at the same time ravishes your member with lightning-fast touches, like a hundred hands and pumping you at the same time. You start squirming in her tail's grasp, still powerless to her whims, but now wanting nothing more than release, begging for her to give it to you.

 

"You should have asked. I'm not so cruel to deny you what you seek."

 

Your member is enveloped by a might pressure, almost as if Rarity herself had allowed you into her ass. The mare is too proper for such debase practices, so she instead simulates it perfectly with her tail. You unconsciously thrust upward, into her tail, faster and faster as she speeds up in kind. In mere moments, you meet your limit, yelling out and releasing your dirty semen into her immaculate tail.

 

She smiles and pats your head with a hoof. "There you go. Make sure to give me everything." Her encouraging words accommodate her eager tail, which continues to massage and pump you through your entire orgasm, sure to drain every last drop.

 

With a sigh, you faint, a smile on your face, drifting into blackness.

 

 

And when you open your eyes in your dream, you find Nightmare Rarity there, again, already grasping your body in her tail and stroking your rapidly-hardening member.

 

"Let's go again, shall we?"