The Rape Games Part 2

I fucked up the list, it now goes as follows; Based God Anon, Slasher, Jibber, Clever Dick, Raritan, and then me. 

>You are now Raritan. 

>You had woken up this morning expecting to work on A Helping Hand, but had been drug into some sort of contest. 

>You were going to blow them off, but as soon as Fluttershy was involved, you knew there'd be no escape. 

>You had run to p0nyville ahead of pickles, and had made a break for Rarity's house. 

>When you had arrived in Equestria, you two had immediately become friends. You has similar interests, fashion sense, and even looked a bit alike. 

>You wanted to get busy with her, but never had found the time, so you had just spent your days writing clop about her. 

>Even now, you had no real intention to try and out the moves on her, you were just hoping she would let you chill there for a bit. 

 

>You rapped on the door a few times, waited a moment, and walked in. 

>She was busy at work on a beautiful dress, ruler around her neck, her glasses on the bridge of her nose. 

"Hey Rarity!"

>She turned, and gave a hearty "Hello darling!"

>She walked over, and have you a big hug. 

>"What brings you to my humble abode this fine day!"

"Well, ya see, me and the guys are in a little bit of a contest. A game of...hide and seek if you will. Is it cool of I hang here for a bit?"

>"Why of course darling! I'll just be working on some dresses this afternoon."

"Mind if I help?"

>You pulled a couple moves on her, but she either didn't notice, or didn't care. 

>Working with her might help. You may be hiding from SaffronRape, but p0ny poon beats all. 

>"Not at all darling! I'm sure your keen eye for fashion will make it even better!"

 

>You both get to work, measuring sizes, cutting fabric, sewing on extra buttons or ribbons. 

>You were constantly staring at Rarity, admiring her flank. 

>You had even pulled a few moves, "accidentally" dropping something behind her, and bending down to try and catch a glimpse of that marshmallow fluff. 

>A few hours, and many failed pickup lines later, you were closing down shop. 

>All the p0nies had either been measured or had gotten their order, and the sun was hanging low in the sky. 

>Sweetie Bell was having a sleep over at Apple Bloom's, so there was going to be no distractions. 

>You both sat in her "creativity room", you in a regular chair, her splayed out on her chaís lounge. 

>You were both sipping on some fine red wine. Classy as fuck. 

"Again Rarity, thank you for letting me hang here."

>"Ou don't mention it my dear! I'm sure that it was for good reason."

>I'll give her a few good reasons to scream our name!

Quiet penis. 

 

>"Now, Raritan. I have...noticed...a few things when your around."

>Oh man! She wants to bang!

>You lean forward in your chair in anticipation. 

>"I know you like me, but...it just wouldn't work out."

>You sit back, stunned. 

>Brain, I know you're depressed as fuck, but let me give it a shot!

Whatever man...

"But Miss Rarity! Your designs, like you and I, are so flawless! Can't you see we're perfect for each other?"

>She blushes and shifts a bit when she hears your compliment. 

>"Raritan, my designs may be wonderful, but I'm afraid it just wouldn't work out. Maybe try another lucky mare!"

"Oh, but only a sophisticated mare, with a beatific fashion sense and elegant poise could be for me!"

>She blushes harder. 

>"Anon, stop it. Flattery won't get you everywhere!"

>One more compliment should do it cap'n!

Okay...whatever. 

"Oh, I don't know why I must try! I could never hope to gain the love and respect from such a beautiful and high class mare."

>She hops off the chaís lounge. "Raritan, you are a wonderful person. There's just one problem."

 >You kneel down so your eye level with her. 

"What is it?"

>She leans in, her breath on her face. Smells like lilacs. 

>"You talk to much darling."

>She kisses your, her lips sensually pressed against yours.  

 

>Her tongue snakes it's way into your mouth, and runs along your teeth. You force her to hue back into hers, and feel her large molars. 

>You eventually break the kiss, and stare longingly into her eyes. 

>"Now let's get those pants off."

>They rocket off you faster than Jibber's feels per minute rate. 

>She looks at your member, standing at attention, and grasps it in her soft velvety hooves. 

>She begins to slowly pump them up and down, building up a nice rhythm. 

"Oh god Rarity! That is so go-ugh!"

>She silences you by swiftly moving her mouth onto your rock hard cock, still pumping. 

>The combination of her warm wet mouth on your tip, and her soft and smooth hooves pumping up and down on your shaft is mind blowingly pleasurable. 

>After just a minute of this immense pleasure, you're barely able to stutter out

"Rarity...I'm...I'm cumming..."

>A familiar sensation was building in your balls, and you were about to blow. 

 

>She looks right into your eyes, and removes her mouth and hooves. 

>The pain brought on you from the lack of release doubles you over. 

"Why?" 

>You can barely grunt out, the denial of orgasm still rocking your system. 

>"My dear, what about me? I still need to have some fun."

>She positions herself on the chaís lounge, displaying her marehood. 

>You stumble to your feet, and stare at her, a evil gleam in your eye. 

"You want fun?"

>You walk over, and position yourself in front of her sex. 

>You begin to tease her folds, eliciting moans from her, her voice cracking. 

>You stop, and make sure she's looking down. 

>"Well, what are you waiti-ahhhh!"

>You thrust mid-sentence an inch below where she expected-directly into her ass, bottoming out. 

>She begins spasming, her orgasm ripping through her. 

"How's this for fun?" 

>You begin to pull out slowly, bringing out another moan from her. 

>You thrust back in, her face contorting into a O, as another orgasm rips through her. 

"Alright, you've had your fun, now it's time I had some."

 

>You flip her limp body over onto her stomach, and thrust back into her asshole, meeting no resistance. 

>You begin pistoning in and out, her warm walls milking your dick. 

>She has gone limp, the pleasure erasing any high class behavior, leaving only primal grunts and moans. 

>You again feel a growing pressure in your balls, and you pump even faster. 

"I'm...I'm cumming!"

>She quietly moans "Not inside me", but it feels to good to stop. 

>You pump once more, and empty everything you had into her. 

>As the climax wheres off, you pop out of her, and slump onto the lounge next to her. 

>Both your breathing slows, and your climax begins to take its toll. Your muscles relax, and sleep begins to grasp you. 

>As you begin to fall asleep, you hear what sounds like the door opening. 

>You don't get up though. I mean, YOLO, am I right?

 

>As you shake off that hot p0ny sex induced coma, you realize two things. 

>You're hands are tied up, and you are being dragged across the ground. 

>The starry blue sky above you gives only a small amount of light, yet you can still see who was dragging you. 

>Fluttershy has caught you. 

>You begin to test your binds. They don't budge. 

 

>You're being dragged by your feet, and you see a opening. 

>You lash out with your feet, kicking her in the side of the head. 

>She let's out a "Eep!", and falls to the ground. 

>You stumble to your feet, and book it though the trees, trying to find your way to p0nyville. 

>All you see are trees, but you don't stop moving. 

>Maybe you'll find Zecora. Shell help you. 

>You dodge trees, bob and weave, and keep running. 

>You run for what feels like hours, and finally give your legs a rest, and lean against a tree. 

>You look around, but only see trees. 

"Well, I'm definitely lost."

>Suddenly, you hear a soft "phut", and some whistling. 

>A sharp pain appears in your neck, and you suddenly feel very tired. 

>You slide down the trunk, and as you black out, you see Fluttershy land in front of you, her rape face at level "get the fuck out if you don't want some".