"(EqG) Rarity's Little Secret"
By FlutterPriest (https://pastebin.com/u/FlutterPriest)

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Created on: Monday 25th of August 2014 10:16:39 PM CDT
Retrieved on: Wednesday 28 of October 2020 08:40:49 AM UTC


lyler prose: http://www.fimfiction.net/story/245069/9/the-lyler-archive/lylers-little-secret

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>BE ANON.
>CHILLIN THE FUCK OUT AT CANTERLOT HIGH.
>LIKE A MUTHA FUCKIN BOSS.
>DECIDE ITS TIME FOR SOME FUCKING LUNCH
>GO TO THE CAFETERIA
>GET SOME SHIT.
>IT ACTUALLY LOOKS LIKE SHIT.
>THE FOOD THAT GRANNY SMITH HAS SERVED TO YOU LOOKS LIKE SHIT
>AND SHE CALLED IT SHEPARDS PIE
>YOU SIT THE FUCK DOWN
>DRINK THAT FUCKING CHOCOLATE MILK.
>RARITY SITS DOWN AT YOUR TABLE AND SHE LOOKS SAD I GUESS.
>DON'T GIVE A FUCK CAUSE YOU HAVE A BROWNIE, BITCH
>SHE CASTS IDLE GLANCES AT YOU, BECAUSE RARITY IS SHALLOW AS FUCK AND EXPECTS YOU TO ASK HER WHATS WRONG
>WHY SHE DOES THIS INSTEAD OF JUST COMING OUT WITH HER PROBLEM IS BEYOND YOU
>WOMEN ARE FUCKING BITCHES, MAN
>WELL YOU WON'T HAVE NONE OF THAT.
>YOU ARE STRONGER THAN THIS
>ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS NOT SAY ANYTHING.
"Hey, Rarity. What's wrong?"
>FUCK YOU WRITER.
>THIS IS MY STORY.
>I dunno man, I think I can help you out.
>FUCK YOUR FUCKING SHIT.
>I GOT THIS
>Kay.
>SO SHE LOOKS UP AT ME WITH HER WHINEY ASS FACE
>AND SHE STARTS CRYING ABOUT-
>Dude, would you mind if I wrote Rarity's Dialogue?
>FINE. I HATE THAT DUMB BITCH ANYWAY.
>"Oh Anon! It's just dreadful... I-I have a serious problem... and I don't know who to go to for help..."
>HA.
>HER PAIN IS FUCKING AWESOME.
>SHE SITS UNCOMFORTABLY IN HER SEAT, TRYING NOT TO CRY.
>You know what, fuck this.
>DUDE, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU-
>Just shut the fuck up.
>HEY MAN, DON'T PULL THAT TRIGG-
>There.
>Now it's just you and me, reader.
>Okay?
>Okay.
>Rarity sits across from you at the lunch table and you set your lunch aside.
>Clearly she is in some sort of distress, the way she sits leaned over the table, looking around the room.
>It's almost as if she's worried she's being watched.
"Well we're friends, Rarity. I'd do anything to help you out. What's on your mind?" you ask the pale high school girl.
>She shifts and cringes in her seat.
>"C-could you... help me with something? I'll owe you anything. Name your price... b-but please... I dunno how much longer I can take it."
>You cast her an odd glance, but she looks up at you as if she were pleading for mercy.
>She's begging you, Anon.
>You feel your rod stiffening in your pants.
 
 
 
"Yeah. Sure. Just name it."
>A smile curls on her face as she places a hand on your arm.
>"Not here though... Here... follow me," she smiles weakly.
>Your mind goes blank for a moment.
>Is this happening?
>She pulls you through the halls of your high school as you continually glance around for any sign of someone watching.
>Yet, there is nobody around.
>This is happening.
>Maybe Rarity has an itch... that only you can scratch.
>A smile curls on your face.
>Oh shit.
>This is it.
>This is how you lose your virginity.
>To the girl that has continually friendzoned you time after time after time after time again.
>Today, you become a man.
>Rarity takes another glance behind you and her as she approaches a nearby broom closet.
>"Here, get in!"
>Quickly, she stuffs you inside and she follows in behind you.
>She places her back against the door and quickly locks it by pushing the exposed button.
>You'd really love to push some of her buttons right about now, if you catch my drift.
>She sighs and slides down the door.
>"A-Anon... I know I haven't been... particularly kind to you lately," she begins to say.
>You nod like an idiot about to get the pussy.
>Oh wait.
>"A-and... I think if you could do this for me... I'd be willing to give you a date..." she says.
>You give her a stern look.
>"O-or two."
>Goddamn, maybe I should get the other guy back.
>She -is- a bitch.
 
 
>Anyway.
>Her light blue blouse hugs her torso tightly, accentuating all of her most delicate features.
>Your eyes naturally travel down to her purple skirt.
>"You see... there is something I need to pop... but I can't get it..."
>Oh, you're gunna pop all over her, if you-
>Wait. What?
>"It's... not really something I can reach very well... and normally I can get these when I'm at home... but I've just been so uncomfortable... Could you get it for me?" she asks pleadingly.
>You look at her with a dead stare.
"Pop... what?"
>She pushes her fingers together and looks away from you.
>"I-I think you will figure it out."
>Well.
>Shit.
>How bad could it be?
>You get a date with your crush if you do this one little thing for her.
"Okay, sure. Anything for you, Rarity."
>Rarity smiles and sighs.
>"Thank you, Darling."
>Rarity sits up on all fours and quickly turns her rear to you.
>"It's back there... It's really embarrassing... so... could you do your best to make it quick? And it will be easier on the both of us."
>HEY I'M BACK NOW.
>Oh, Jesus Christ.
>DUDE! THIS IS THE PART!
>Shut up and let me do this.
>OKAY
"Uhm... alright."
>You get on your knees beside Rarity and try to think to yourself what she could possibly mean.
>Backs are hard to reach.
>It must be that.
>You grab the bottom of her blouse and gently untuck it.
>As you pull the shirt back, you reveal several large, red, inflamed acne mountains.
>While acne is no stranger to you, you shudder at the sheer size of the molehills.
>With a sigh, you massage the skin around the massive pimples until the white mucus erupts out of her skin.
"There. How's that?" you ask.
>"Uhm. Thanks~ B-but those weren't it... you have to go lower..."
 
 
"L-lower?" you ask.
>"Y-yeah," she asks, visibly in pain.
>You sigh and shake your head.
>Fine.
>If this is what it takes to get a girl... then you will have to.
>You reposition yourself behind Rarity and slip your fingers into the band of her skirt and gently pull it down.
>Only then, do you see the molehills by the dozens, forming a strict mountain range on the rear of the pale cheerleader.
>Accentuated by tight purple panties.
>Umf.
>You look over the the mountain range and try to see through the distractions to the view underneath.
>It's unsuccessful, as you try your best to keep your composure.
>"Hurry it up already!" she whispers impatiently.
>With a sigh, you go to work, popping every piece of assne that you can find.
>Some of them begin to bleed and Rarity begins to wince at your very touch.
>Wiping all of the white pus and solid heads on your pants, you would think that you used your pants as a cum rag.
>OH MY GOD IM SO HARD RIGHT NOW
"Is that better?" you ask.
>"I love your attention to detail... but... You aren't looking in the right place."
>That's when it dawns on you.
>Oh shit.
>You are going to see a vagina.
>Don't pussy out, Anon.
>You can't be a cunt.
>This is the ultimate testes of will.
>Penis.
>Hooking your thumbs under her panties, you gently pull down.
 
>JESUS CHRIST IT'S MOUNT VESUVIUS.
>I was going to...
>Ugh.
>As you pull down her underwear, her tender bottom is revealed to you.
>However, right in the center of the right cheek lies the monster it self.
>It was at least the size of a quarter, with a dime sized head.
>Stopping the descent of her underwear, as a respect for her decency, you focus your attention to not gagging.
>Okay Anon.
>You can do this.
>POP THAT MOTHA FUCKA.
>Well, while you are here.
>You place your hands on the bumpy ass of rarity and begin to massage.
>"W-What are you doing?"
"J-just trust me."
>Rarity gently moans as the blood from the previously popped pimples puss down to her privates.
>The movement of your fingers on her ass pop more and more little hills that line her bottom.
>Mount Saint Helens lies in between your forefinger and your middle finger.
>Gently, you tighten your grip, pushing pressure on the mountain.
>Yet, the over sized boil fails to yield.
>Realigning your grip lower, you focus the tips of your fingers between the massive mountain.
>You squeeze as hard as you can, and Rarity grunts in pain, yet the hill remains still.
>Come on Anon, you have a girl's ass with a pimple on it directly in front of you, and a date with her rides on you popping it.
>You aren't sure what sort of mistake you've made in your life to put you in this position... but you have to think critically to get out of it.
>Think.
>Looking around the room, you find a cork poster board beside you.
>On it, is several clear push-pins.
>Perfect.
 
>Unpinning one of the poster holders, you carefully alight the metal tip with the tip of the white head.
"This is going to hurt for just a second... okay?"
>Rarity nods and holds her breath.
>You push the pin in gently, yet the skin doesn't give.
>Pushing a little harder, you find the skin begin to cave around the sharp metal tip, but her pale white ass is just too strong.
>Fuck it.
>Pushing deeper, the pin pushes through.
>All the way.
>Rarity gasps in pain as you pull it out quickly, panicking.
>White acne flows from the mountain and down her asscrack.
>Pushing on the area around the hill promotes the flow as the mountain becomes visibly smaller.
>You sigh in relief, knowing your task is over, and the worst is behind you now.
>"Oh thank you Anon... but that wasn't what I asked your help for."
 
>Your gut drops.
>"I thought it would be self explanatory... but I guess I have to spell it out for you.
>She hooks her thumbs around her panties and rips her underwear down.
>What got to you first was the smell, as you nearly reeled back in repulsion.
>A thin white string hangs out of the hole where pee-pees go.
>Her cunt is heavily crusted in what seems like a combination of sweat, blood, urine and her own fluids.
>Her sex glistens in the pale yellow light from the janitors closet.
>Did... did all of this turn her on?

>She pulls on the small white string and a red stained badminton birdie of cotton exits her vagina.
>"The one I want you to pop... is inside," Rarity gasps.
>That's fucking it.
>I'm done.
>WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
>This has gotten way too weird. 
>YOU CAN'T FINISH NOW, I'M ABOUT TO BURST.
>That's fucking gross.
>No, I'm leaving, finish the story yourself.
>OKAY.
>YOU TAKE YOUR MASSIVE DICK OUT OF YOUR PANTS.
>"I GOT JUST THE SHIT TO POP IT, RARITY."
>SHE BLUSHES AND SWOONS AT THE SIGHT OF YOUR BIG DICK.
>YOU TAKE YOUR MASSIVE COCK AND SHOVE IT INTO HER BLEEDING, LEAKING HONEYPOT.
>GETTING NO MORE THAN TWO INCHES IN, YOU FEEL THE MASSIVE BUMP RUB AGAINST YOUR ROD.
"IT'S TIME TO TAKE IT AROUND TOWN."
>PUSHING YOURSELF DEEP INSIDE, YOU FEEL THE MOUNTAIN GIVE AWAY AND RARITY SQUEALS LIKE THE PIG SHE IS.
"NAILED IT. NOW IS THERE ANYTHING -ELSE- I CAN HELP YOU WITH?"
>"Well, I'm sure you can help me with my alge-"
"NOPE, SEX TIME."

>And then they fucked.
>Anon went on to go on a date with Rarity and realized she is actually a really fucked up person.
>This was a massive turn on for Anon, so they both made Fetlife profiles and decided to go around town fucking everything they could find.
>Every -thing-
>Rarity went on to continue to be the popular slut at school and win prom queen three times.
>She later decided to go to college for a degree in gender studies, but was told to check her privilege too many times for being a white, middle-class girl in a world full of pastel colored individuals.
>Mount Rari-suvius went on to become infected and required antibiotics.
>Anon's massive dick got herpies, because seriously, a pimple on the inside of a vagina?
>Come on Anon.
>Use your goddamn head.
>And everyone lived happily ever after.
>With herpies.