Title:           NOTE: some of the lead-in discussion got lost to the annals of time. Backgrou
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First Edit:      Tuesday 2nd of September 2014 01:57:05 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Tuesday 2nd of September 2014 01:57:05 AM CDT

NOTE: some of the lead-in discussion got lost to the annals of time.
 
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        Backgroundpony  [just use /me to get your actions going, and things will carry from there, I'm sure you'll find.]
        subby   is having trouble sleeping with the wind knocking at the window, so she sits up in bed, and ponders to herself
        subby   "It sure was nice of Rarity to show me some of his magic. I should probably speak to Twilight at some point, he did say that he was much more versed in the finer points of it; the apprentice of Prince, he said?"
        Backgroundpony  Creaking footsteps on the approach bring you out of contemplation. They grow louder and closer, and soon a light passes by your door. A long, silent moment passes, and then the old door to your guest room very slowly begins to swing open.
        subby   "Hello? Who is it? I'm not well-versed in Equestrian customs, but where' I'm from it's polite to knock, even if it is your house"
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        subby   says in a slightly peturbed tone, bunching her sheets up in front of herself
        Backgroundpony  A familiar white face peers in, lit only by the moonlight, but soon a candlelight comes up to join it. Oh, a thousand pardons. I didn't think you were still awake. Rarity stands by the door in an equine-fitted night robe, but doesn't step inside. Having trouble sleeping, dear?
        subby   "Oh, it's just you, Rarity", she says, relaxing her arms a bit. "Mmm-hmm, this wind has me on edge."
        Backgroundpony  The white unicorn smiles gently from the door. Well, I'm a bit of a night owl sometimes. So if you're having trouble finding some sleep, you're welcome to help me in my parlor. I'm sure it beats just sitting in that stuffy old bed and staring out the window.
        subby   ((god, I haven't written in a while, I forgot how much you come to hate something you wrote earlier, and there's no real re-phrasing in IRC))
        "Oh, why not. This window won't let me get any sleep, anyway."
        Backgroundpony  [Well don't fret too much, I'm sure things will work out if you just get into the swing of things.]
        The smiling unicorn stands by the door and nods to the hall. Oh, you're such a dear! Thank you. Well come along then, I'm working on a few things and I can always use the help.
        subby   follows the white Unicorn out in to the hall, lined with ancient tapestries depicting some historic event or another from Equestria.
        subby   ((fuck, lost a line))
        "I really am amazed that, here in Equestria, Magic is such a mundane, everyday thing. It must be wonderful to be able to move things to your whim, or even conjure entirely new things. Can you do that?"
        Backgroundpony  Rarity chuckles good-naturedly, smiling over his shoulder at you as he continues down the darkened hall. Oh, conjuration's a little limited, but magic's a staple of life. Don't be so quick to ignore yourself, though. You've got opposable thumbs and hands with fingers. You can move things to your whim too, can't you?
        subby   smiles, giggling out "I suppose so" before noticing Rarity slow as she reached a door on the right.
        subby   ((I hope that's not too leading))
        ((I know it's bad RP etiquette to say what someone else's character does))
        Backgroundpony  [I wouldn't sweat it, I'm not too picky about that sort of thing. A good speed and setting is more important to me.]
        The white stallion pushes the door open and leads you into what must be one of the only lit rooms in the house, clearly a workshop of sorts for his tailoring hobbies. Swatches of cloth and bolts of fabric are laid all about, as well as a few partially-finished outfits draped upon mannequins shaped like horses. Come right in!
        subby   "Wow, you did say you were a tailor, but these are beautiful!", she says, running over to a lacy dress which appears to be mostly finished. "I suppose you're generally fairly busy with new customers, given how gorgeous these are?"
        Backgroundpony  With a pleased laugh, Rarity waves one hoof in dismissal. Please, you flatter me. I'm busy enough with my clients, but I always have time for a new project. Speaking of which... his eyes trace up and down your outfit. Is that typical of human attire?
        subby   ((I assumed I was in magical PJs that appeared from no where, give me a minute to come up with the outfit))
        Backgroundpony  [It can be, but you can describe those too]
        [keep in mind what I said, your own missteps can lead to your downfall.]
        subby   's clothes are a bit dirty from the two days she's been in Equestria, but not unreasonably so. Her blouse is tightly-fitting and seats up nicely with her short skirt, revealing most of her "upper thigh". Her stockings ride up to her knee, but she isn't wearing any shoes, having just got out of bed.
        subby   "Well, I suppose, but most girls on Earth show a bit less... Well..." she trails off
        "Flank."
        "I didn't exactly plan on getting zipped to Equestria when I woke up Friday morning"
        Backgroundpony  Rarity smirks back at you, giving a gentle smile and a raise of one brow. I wouldn't worry too much about it, dear. I think your flank is perfectly lovely. He paces over to you slowly, then begins circling around, studying you like an object of art. Your fashion intrigues me though, so familiar yet so fundamentally different.
        subby   "Your own fashion in wonderful too! It's so... exotic, even if it does share some design elements. I've never really seen anything like this one," she says, pointing at the pink lacy one from earlier, "on Earth, not just because it was tailored for a pony."
        (("and not just"*))
        Backgroundpony  You suddenly feel a slight, placeless tug on the back of your shirt, tucking it carefully into the hem of your skirt, and then adjusting it. He murmurs something to himself too quiet to hear, and continues to study you. Finally, he circles back to your front with a smile. Do you mind showing me more of your style? I'd love to make something for you.
        subby   "That would be wonderful!" she cries, embracing the white Stallion around his neck. "Maybe you could even try making integrating in Equestrian styles! We could take them to, what was it, Canterlot? And show the pony elite a thing or two they've never seen before!"
        ((in retrospect, that might be a bit overly gushy for an offer to make some clothes, but whatever))
        Backgroundpony  [It's fine. After all, the more sexually you charge the scene, the quicker they'll find you hard to resist.]
        The unicorn smiles, hugging you back, though your comparative postures leave him with one hoof against your butt. I'm sure you'll be the talk of the town! Do you have any other clothes besides those? He gestures to your current outfit, while simultaneously taking stock of his supplies and sizing up a nearby mannequin.
        subby   "I'm sorry to say no, but like I said, I got zipped to Equestria without warning. If I had known, I would have packed some work clothes, a gown or something, and to be honest I probably would have left this skirt at home, Oh, and these stockings are not the most comfortable pair..." she trails off
        "Oooh! I know! do you have a easel or something? Something I could sketch some of the more common styles on for you? I'm not terrible with a pen or pencil
        Backgroundpony  Rarity nods, tapping his chin with one hoof, and then trots over to the nearby crafts table, using his magic to sort through the tools there. I'll put some supplies together for you then. Why don't you take off the skirt in the meantime and I'll see if I can make sense of it?
        subby   blushes profusely
        subby   "uhh..." she pauses, contemplating her modesty. But hey, these ponies seem to go around naked most of the time anyway. And she still has her panties. "Sure" she says, slipping her skirt off, first the left leg over, then the right.
        Backgroundpony  Rarity returns, magically holding a pen, pencil, erasers, and a few sheafs of paper aloft for you. Here you are. If you have anything else you need, just ask. Meanwhile, he telekinetically snatches up your skirt, and begins inspecting it with a thoroughness that makes you feel a bit self-conscious.
        subby   grabs the tools and begins looking for a place to set to work. Unfortunately, Rarity's workbenches all seem to be pony height; too high to squat at, too low to stand at comfortably
        eventually decides to just work hunched over, her pert butt hanging in the breeze. Soon she sets to work, humming a tune from a television show, something about the art of dresses.
        quickly she finds herself lost in her art, laying down sketch lines and tracing over them in pen when satisfied
        subby   ((at this point if you're something of an artist you may realize that I'm not IRL, but whatever. It moves the "plot" along))
        Backgroundpony  Rarity starts to hum as well, while working on his own projects. You're glancing down at your sketches when you suddenly notice your blouse buttons starting to come undone on their own, and a light, placeless tug at the back of your panties suggests you're not imagining it.
        subby   lets out a small yelp of confusion before reaching her left hand towards her rear and her right towards the mysteriously glowing buttons. Glowing almost like...
        Backgroundpony  Rarity glances up nonchalantly, his expression suggesting no malice aforethought. Oh, pardon me my dear. I was just getting familiar with your outfit.
        subby   blushes at her own naivete. "He's a pony. A pastel-colored equine. Why would he be interested in a human girl, anyway?" She thinks, before setting back to work. "Still, it does seem a bit... odd, that he'd fiddle with it without asking."
        Backgroundpony  Before you know it, your blouse is hanging open, totally unbuttoned, and pushed back slightly on your shoulders. Oh! The unicorn exclaims in genuine surprise, stepping around the workbench to view you from the front. And here I thought that was padding.
        subby   "What exactly do you mean, padding? Don't ponies have boo--" she catches herself, remembering that the most quadripedal animals she's seen in her life have their breasts down at the belly. "Ah, sorry. Yeah, human women have our breasts up here. There's probably some reason, but I don't know."
        "anyway, here are the first of the sketches. This here's a Ball Gown, very formal attire. This is a Tuxedo, what men generally wear to formal occasions; do ponies have something like that?"
        Backgroundpony  Rarity smiles, looking over the designs, but his answers are a little brief and seemingly absent, his attention more on you... or rather, your attire... right? Mm. Yes, saddles are the typical formal wear here. But being upright I imagine it's a bit different for you. How do you wear your saddle?
        subby   "Saddle? We don't wear anything like that, no. Women used to wear something called a Corset, which I suppose might be somewhat similar, but it was worn under clothing and is largely out of fashion anyway. Besides, why do you all wear saddles? You don't have anybody to ride on you, right?"
        Backgroundpony  The fashionable unicorn glances up at you with an odd look, cocking his head to one side. He looks like he's about to say something, then shrugs. Saddles aren't really for riding. If anything, they'd get in the way.
        Rarity circles around you and you feel another magical tug as your blouse slips off backwards down your shoulders and finally comes off entirely.
        subby   "I... I'm not sure I follow you" she says
        "H-hey, ask next time" she says, obviously uncomfortable with Rarity's gaze
        Backgroundpony  He glances back up, tilting his head the other way. Is something wrong? I thought you wanted to help me model some new designs.
        subby   "You see..." she says, picking up the blouse, "they tailor these around the breasts, so there's a bit of extra fabric at the chest, then it tapers in"
        "You...you have something ready already? Or do you just need to get some measurements?"
        Backgroundpony  The stallion smiles broadly up at you, raising a brow. Oh, I'm just exploring what I have to work with. Speaking of which, you don't mind if I take this off, do you? he asks, letting you feel a brief but firm tug at the back of your tight bra.
        subby   at first starts her arms back to resist, but then remembers that he's a Stallion, not a guy. "Besides, he's a tailor, and real tailors need to work with the body itself, right?"
        Backgroundpony  Your bra unfastens easily and floats off as if in a gentle breeze, while Rarity circles to your front to inspect his new 'canvas' with an intrigued expression.
        subby   shifts somewhat uneasily in the cool air, contemplating how she found herself here. "Still," she told herself "It'll all be great once I see whatever he's gonna make me!"
        fiddles idly with her waistband, wondering bemusedly if that's what he'll want off next.
        Backgroundpony  [Don't forget to describe yourself a bit. Especially the parts of you that matter. Rarity needs to know what he's looking at, after all.]
        subby   's sandy blonde hair wafts in the breeze, by now a bit bedraggled. "I wish ponies had normal-sized brushes", she thought. Her small breasts quickly developed goosebumps, now relieved of their vessel.
        subby   ((Yeah, sorry, it's easy to forget stuff like that))
        Backgroundpony  Rarity taps a hoof to his chin. I see. Rather different from ponies even upright, aren't you? Those must be such fun to work around! A whole undergarment just to restrain them seems a bit excessive, but I suppose you know better than I.
        subby   's freckles were the one part of her body she actively disliked. "How lucky some people are to have a clear complexion", she mused. "Do ponies have something like that? Rarity...'coat'? is a spotless white"
        subby   "Without the bra, they kind of... bounce around, and chafe. But mine are small enough I don't really need-need one", she says, glancing down at her splayed toes
        Backgroundpony  Hmmm. The stallion tilts his head, inspecting you, his gaze quite fastened to your bared, vulnerable white tits. Care to demonstrate for me? What kind of range of movement do you get when moving about like that?
        subby   nervously, she gets on to the balls of her feet, and lightly jumps, about 3-4 inches high. Her breasts jiggle what little they can, "that's about all, unless I were to jump higher."
        Backgroundpony  Rarity's eyes widen a bit. Subtly, but you notice. He still seems to be rather fixated on your chest. How interesting! the white stallion exclaims, nodding. Can you try bouncing them a bit for me on purpose? You can use your hands if you like.
        subby   "Well, it's for a good cause." She slowly reaches her hands up to her breasts, and begins to lift them from below, before flopping them down. After a few repetitions, she notices that her nipples seem to be firming up. "Oh no, that's not appropriate at all." The cold air doesn't help her condition, and she finds herself moaning softly when she stops and looks up.
        Backgroundpony  If Rarity noticed your arousal, he didn't say anything. Yet he seems fixated on your body as a whole. That's absolutely wonderful! And such lovely freckles! What a perfect canvas. He smiles widely, and on come more magical 'tugs' with no tangible source, this time one on either side of your panties, around the hem. You don't mind if I take these off too, do you?
        subby   "Well, I..." she starts, contemplating the possibility of wetness, given the recent events. "No, go ahead", she sighs resignedly
        Backgroundpony  The stallion smiles more, and what that might suggest is left to your imagination, as your panties are suddenly tugged off, much more quickly and firmly than any other article. A second later, they're bunched around your ankles, leaving you naked but for your stockings, and you find Rarity once again sizing you up with a scrutinizing eye.
        subby   ((I have to go to sleep in like an hour, so we could always finish "part one" and resume at some later date.))
        Backgroundpony  [Perhaps we will, but for now, Rarity's not done with you.]
        subby   blushes slightly, contemplating the "frog in a frying-pan gradualness of this result, and ever more unnerved by Rarity's gaze
        Backgroundpony  [Don't forget your description. Rarity's certainly interested.]
        The stallion circles you a few times, leaving your panties bunched lewdly around your ankles. Hmmm, how very interesting. He murmurs half to himself and half to you, but you can't make out most of what he's saying. He seems very fixated on your nude form.
        subby   's feet are turned inwards, as are her knees, in a somewhat vain attempt to hide what little she has left of her modesty
        's arms are at her side, but biased towards the front, contemplating whether it'd be appropriate or just silly to cover herself
        Backgroundpony  Of course, Rarity's intense gaze has focused almost immediately in between your legs, leaving little point to that now. As you stand hesitantly before him, you could almost swear you felt your thighs parting slightly on their own. Let me get a good look at that, the white stallion murmurs.
        subby   begins a futile attempt to meditate, repeating to herself "he's a pony, he's not interested", as she shivers at the contrast between the cool night air and Rarity's hot, moist breath
        Backgroundpony  [Well come on, tell me about that little pussy of yours.]
        subby   's slit is glistening still glistening with the remnants of fondling her breasts, plus, perhaps some further arousal over the lewdness of the whole situation. "When did I shave last? Was it.. 2 weeks ago? It's fine, anyway", she thinks to herself
        Backgroundpony  Rarity circles again, and you can feel his breath close to the back of your thighs when he passes behind you. When he comes around your front again, he stands profile, sizing you up. Very interesting. This will pose quite a lovely exercise.
        subby   cowers away from the imposing sight of a nearly full-grown Stallion (even a pony Stallion) rearing on his hind legs. Did she see something out of the corner of her eye? Something that would be very bad news indeed? No, she couldn't have.
        Backgroundpony  Your gaze follows downward this time, and suddenly, for the first time, catches the slowly growing shaft beneath the stallion, outlined in profile in the studio's candlelight. Before your very eyes it grows more and more erect, though Rarity doesn't even break stride. So, tell me more about fashion. Do you have styles for those undergarments as well? he asks, as if nothing were wrong.
        subby   "Uhh..." she murmurs nervously, not wishing to upset the large beast in front of her "Well, the ones I have are fairly modest, but they make a variety of lingerie, some of it more purposeful than others".
        subby   is now fully trembling, and slowly backing away toward the exterior wall of the house
        bumps up against the window, the icy chill stinging her bare shoulderblades through her hair
        Backgroundpony  Well, the white unicorn nods, ignoring his own growing erection yet making no attempt to hide it from you, I think I'm ready to start taking measurements. The magical aura swirls around a nearby ribboned tape measure, and he paces up closer to you, still naked and trembling at the edge of the studio. Ready to really begin?
        subby   "y-yes, Rarity."
        subby   's pert breasts are now fully aroused, against her will, straining against the tightly wrapped tape measure
        after a few more seconds, Rarity's scent hits her. The intoxicating musk of a true stallion, it holds significant sway over all women, even non-ponies.
        Backgroundpony  It might be easier for me if you assume a more familiar pose. Can you get down on your hands and knees, if you please? He asks so politely it's easy to forget his dangerous, growing shaft hanging ready beneath his white belly. As long as you're comfortable like that, that is.
        subby   is at this point too frightened to object. She slowly slips to her knees, cushioned only by a thin layer of loose fabric. She can feel his heat and eager gaze as she bends over, getting a full view of Rarity's "package"
        subby   her plump rear and by-now dripping pussy are, cleverly, she thinks, not facing the Stallion
        Backgroundpony  The unicorn steps up closer, standing just slightly to your side, his forelegs near your right shoulder as he wraps the tape around your midsection. His hind legs, however, are a bit more towards the center, keeping that huge, now almost fully-erect stallion-cock closer to your face. Perhaps only a foot away now. But Rarity hums innocently, seeming not to mind or notice.
        subby   Strangely, she feels almost more... at ease, in this more vulnerable position. "At least he radiates a good bit of heat"
        Backgroundpony  [ignore the color change, my mistake]
        Rarity steps around your front to tend to your other side with the measuring tape, his hind legs still more centered, leaving his oversized shaft more towards your face than off to one side, as if ensuring you get a good look.
        subby   The cold tape presses tightly at her midriff, sending a tingle down up her spine. "He's... he's not...--" "Well, at least he's not doing anything, she thinks
        "Well, if he hasn't done anything about... 'it' at this point, surely I don't have anything to worry about?" she rationalized, yet unable to remove her gaze from the massive member
        Backgroundpony  As the tape curls up around your breasts again - certainly taking its time there - you feel Rarity press the side of his snout to the soft curve of your tit, just barely, though surely his magic would do just fine. Still, he hums nonchalantly to himself.
        At this point, you notice that huge, pristine shaft has begun to drip just slightly, its underside slick with perspiration already.
        subby   The scent is overwhelming and unmistakeable. Still, her lack of "interest" does nothing to dissuade the autonomic responses her body makes. She softly coos as Rarity's snout brushes her breast, her baser instincts glad for the contact.
        Backgroundpony  You're so focused on that big shaft in front of you, it takes you a moment to realize Rarity's stopped working, now standing almost head-on with you, that thick cock all but pointing at your face, still only a foot or so away, dripping visibly.
        subby   can feel a few droplets of her own arousal dripping down her inner thigh, tingling as they go
        Backgroundpony  The stallion laughs warmly, gently. Mmhmhm. My my, got your eye on something, my dear? Aren't you a naughty little filly after all.
        subby   Blushing harder than ever before, she quickly stammers out "eh-- oh, what? Hmm, Oh no, it's not what you think, see my eye just wanders sometimes!"
        However, the soft scent that Rarity can probably smell betrays her outward objections
        Backgroundpony  Rarity smirks down at you, one brow raised, that smile twisted up into an almost haughty smirk. Do your hands wander too? If you like, I wouldn't mind a little... help from my newest assistant, the tall stallion grins with a wink. Do you want to touch me? He's asking openly, but in a fairly unassuming tone, one that doesn't have expectations for a "yes." Which is probably a good thing.
        subby   Unsure of herself, she mulls over the question. After 5 or so seconds, she can't resist her own body any more. "Nothing wrong w-w-with a few side-benefits, right?" she she stutters, before crawling a few inches closer
        The shaft is now hard enough to bounce a coin off of, and is dripping pre at an alarming (at least to a human) rate.
        She nervously reaches out her right hand, stroking the flared tip and savoring the immediate feedback
        Backgroundpony  Rarity smiles at the answer, looking as if he honestly didn't expect a 'yes'. He moves to help you, stepping closer, until that big drippy cock, twitching with every movement, is less than a foot away now, pulsing as your fingertips glance over it. Oh my dear, that's lovely... what a talent you have in those hands.
        subby   After a few tentative strokes, she moves to reposition herself, sitting her burning-hot pussy on the cold floor. Now working with two hands, she begins to massage underneath the tip
        Beads of sweat drip down her body, catching the cool air but doing little to cool her down
        Backgroundpony  Just touching is one thing, but at this closeness, the thick, dirty detail of that throbbing horsecock comes into better focus. The flared head, the thick veins along it, the gross, trailing precum mixed with sweat that drips down from the tip... it's visceral and actually a little gross, so Rarity's next question comes as much more of an unwelcome proposal.
        Do you want to kiss it, dear?
        subby   "Well," she sighs, feigning disinterest (poorly), "I've come this far"
        She removes her hands for a second (to Rarity's slight annoyance), scooting her face yet closer to the shaft, before softly kissing it about halfway down
        Backgroundpony  [you're free to say no at any time, of course. It's a lot to ask, for a first night, especially of such a bestial prick.]
        That certainly got a response. That big, sweaty shaft twitches hard against you, with enough force to actually move your head back a bit. Ohhhh, the white stallion coos pleasantly, nearly shivering. Oh, that's VERY good, dear. Kiss it again, he whispers, eagerly.
        subby   Realizing he's about to shoot, she scoots herself out of the line of fire and begins working the tip with her hands and the base with her mouth
        her pussy is by now aching for the lack of attention, but she figures she needs to finish the job she started first
        Backgroundpony  Rarity's either pent up or something of a hair-trigger, because he seems ready to finish already. Twitching hard in your hands, thick veins pulsing against your plump lips, he shivers and moans above you. That feels very nice... he coos, very gently, softly bucking his hips to slide his slick shaft in your grip.
        subby   slipping one hand over to fondle his pony nuts, she licks behind the tip, still careful to stay out of the the way
        Backgroundpony  And still, with that threatening, gross shaft looming ever nearer, Rarity's demands only go up. Rather sharply, in fact. I'm almost going to finish. Do you want to take it in your mouth, so I can cum there? He asks with a bit more crude language than you're used to.
        subby   retracting her tongue from the pony's tip, she squeaks "I-I'd really rather not", all to aware of her precarious position
        A mixture of her own sweat, Rarity's sweat, and Rarity's pre now coats her, as she contemplates the mess she's gotten herself into
        Backgroundpony  Ohh, thank you, my dear! I must say I much prefer it that way. Makes less of a mess, too. Go ahead, now. Take all that you can manage. That's funny... you thought you said yes, but Rarity's response is more in keeping with a 'yes'. Perhaps he didn't quite hear you right?
        subby   lifting her hands from his swollen testes, she says again, with a bit more force "I don't want to, Rarity!", a slight panic setting in, fear and confusion at the arouse state of a half-ton Stallion
        Backgroundpony  Rarity coos again, his eyes closed and a wide smile on his face. Mmmhmm, he responds dreamily, nodding to no one in particular. Just make sure you get all you can fit.
        You wonder for a moment if Rarity's just become hard of hearing, when suddenly you feel a firm force around your head, like a tight leather strap just above your neck. And slowly, very slowly at first, you find yourself leaning, or rather being pulled forward, your face slowly inching towards that enormous, sweaty-slick stallion cock, twitching and pulsing and pointed at you almost threateningly.
        The faint, almost imperceptible glow of magic hems in at the edges of your vision, and that cock twitches eagerly in anticipation.
        subby   "HEY! Stop that, Rarity! What a--"
        Any further sounds are muffled by Rarity's flared her, now planted firmly in a kiss with her.
        waving her arms, she strikes Rarity on his taut underside, eliciting no response
        Backgroundpony  Rarity moans softly, smiling in totaly contentment, and for a moment he seems pleased just to rub the flared head and tip up and down crudely over your lips, no consideration given to you at all, just firm, insistent, lewd rubbing of that slick head up and down against your mouth, brushing over it as your head is still being pressed forward, making the contact all the more firm.
        That's just lovely, my dear. The stallion purrs, oblivious to your plight - and far less respectable position.
        subby   Staring down the massive shaft head-on, she quickly realizes she has little choice in the matter
        Backgroundpony  It's a moot point anyway, because just as you begin to ponder exit strategies, you feel your mouth verrry slowly being forced open, like a firm thumb pushing down on your chin.
        subby   Tears begin to well up in her eyes as she slowly moves her right hand, then her left, once more on to the engorged penis
        At first the soft pressure is all it takes her open her mouth.. But once she realizes that Rarity isn't stopping at just "open enough to swallow", she begins to resist the force
        at first she is able to hold out, but slowly a searing sensation builds in her jaw.
        Backgroundpony  The magic force shows no signs of stopping, and with that immense, flared head pushing in pulses against your parted lips, hips bucking gently but firmly against your mouth, your struggle begins to lose out, and your mouth slowly starts to open wider. So slow, but so inevitable, thought never quite enough to just fully give up.
        Oh, that's good, my dear... that's good. Open wide, because here it comes... she smiles, almost sing-songing her words to you as though it were as polite and cheerful as a pleasant 'hello' between friends.
        subby   Realizing with horror that he intends to fit the entire flared head inside, she picks up the pace with her hand and tongue, french kissing the end of the urethra. "At this point, a race looks like my only option."
        Backgroundpony  Rarity starts a little, shivering at the sensation, and his force relaxes a bit, leaving your own strength to win out as you manage to gradually begin closing your mouth once more. Oh, that's quite a neat trick, he moans with surprise. Be gentle, you caught me a little by surprise.
        subby   By now exhausted and in a daze, she makes the dangerous mistake of letting her guard down. "It doesn't feel like he's trying to force it open right now, anyway"
        Still stroking and licking, pleased with herself, she thing "well, at least I managed to avoid that indignity"
        Backgroundpony  Of course, recovering from that surprise, Rarity's magic begins to kick in again, and finding no resistance, your mouth starts to open again. Now open wide, my dear... here it comes...
        subby   "he should come around any second now"
        Horrifyingly, her predictions were half right and half wrong.
        Backgroundpony  The insistent magic slowly forces your mouth into a bigger and bigger "O", pushing down on your chin and pulling you up as though by your nose, until you begin to feel rising horror and panic as you can feel your lips slowly starting to reach the edges of that flared tip! Any further and...!
        subby   [you're not waiting for me, are you? I've got some post-ejaculation ready to go]
        Backgroundpony  [a bit, I just wanted to see the fear and panic on your face as it's ready to go all the way inside.]
        subby   [gimme a sec]
        her jaw by now creaking and straining to fit the tip, she has all but given up struggling, and is instead just seeking a quick end to the horrid affair. Her mind a mess of conflicting thoughts and regrets over earlier decisions, her eyes glaze over as she begins to zone out reality
        Backgroundpony  That fat, aching, soaking-wet flared cockhead finally pops into your mouth, past your lips, and slams into your tongue so hard it nearly makes you recoil. Rarity seems ready to cum, but as he moans, that feeling of intense eagerness welling up inside, he bucks his hips hard forward a few times, while simultaneously forcing your head down on that cock even harder with a magical pull.
        The result is immediately before and during climax, Rarity slams his flared, broad cockhead deep and hard and fast inside your mouth, a few short but animalistic pumps just as the shaft begins to twitch hard and you realize, even in the middle of this rough and sudden facefuck, that he's cumming!
        subby   The sheer force of his ejaculation, coupled with the volume, sends spurts of hot pony semen down her throat. Some of it manages to find her windpipe and, finding herself unable to swallow as quickly as it enters, a few drops even finding their way up and out her nose. The rich scent of pony semen fills her nostrils as she struggles against Rarity to draw breath. Now released from his magical...
        ...hold, and able to breathe through the mouth, she finds herself coughing in a futile attempt to clear the semen coating the inside of her throat.
        Backgroundpony  The first spurt hits the back of your throat like a high-powered hose, but the flared head wedged past your lips and swollen still prevents you from pulling away. A thick, warm, powerful-smelling spurt of gooey white stallion cum fills your mouth and splatters against the back of your throat. He continues to pump your mouth all through the orgasm, coating your tongue thickly, spurting all over the inside of your cheeks.
        subby   ((you can rearrange what I wrote about being able to breathe again in your head to whenever the tip comes out if you like
        Backgroundpony  With the magical hold broken, you pull off with a wet, slick "pop" sound and a long, gooey string of cum and saliva trails from your bottom lip to the twitching, dripping tip of Rarity's gross, thick-smelling horse prick. He seems largely unphased by anything that's just happen, sighing with a smile. That was lovely, he murmurs, like something out of a storybook romance.
        subby   All she can bring herself to do is cry as the flavor of the cum, the smell of his sweat, and the pain of her jaw overload the rest of her sense
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        Backgroundpony  Of course, with you on your knees, nearly choking on the cum of another species, naked, scared, and now being rudely, obscenely splattered with a few lingering spurts from that twitching horsecock, it's hard to seem quite so storybook.
        subby   (("be a dear and clean up, would you" would be a good way to end this bit))
        Backgroundpony  It's a rather one-sided story, with you degraded, coated, and STILL being coated with a few last trails of gooey, glistening white cum, and Rarity pleased and purring. Now be a dear and lick me clean. Then you ought to wash yourself up, would you? I think Applejack's still up tending to something in the shed outside, I'm sure he'd let you use the hose.
        subby   Rocking back and forth as strands of semen coat her bare chest and yet more dribbles out from the sides of her mouth, she finds herself contemplating the wrong turns she took
        hateful tears welling in her eyes, but not wishing to incur the ire of Rarity again, she slowly, disgustedly begins at the tip, working her way slowly, carefully (she doesn't want Rarity upset) to the base.
        ((I just said the same thing twice in different wording, but whatever)
        Backgroundpony  Rarity smiles down, not looking sympathetic. There's something almost cruel in his eyes, but in a way, it almost just seems too concerned with his own pleasure to care much about you. That was lovely. Now be sure to swallow. A lady never spits!
        subby   obediently swallowing the last foul-tasting mixture of semen and sweat, she slowly and shakily stands up, before slipping and falling to her side
        She quietly cries as she half limps, half crawls her way out of Rarity's room, toward the Gardening shed.
        Backgroundpony  The white stallion is so pleased he nearly prances in place, helping you up with a bit of his light magic touch. Oh, you are such a darling! I'm sure the others are going to love you just as much as I do! I don't think we'll ever let you leave! He jokes. ...he is joking, right?
        subby   ((okay, and that's about all I'm good for tonight))
        ((can I get an email or something so we can resume this later?
        Backgroundpony  [Well, I hope I didn't disappoint. Would have hated for you to leave empty-handed.]
        [You were a lovely young lady. I had fun, myself.]
        subby   [not being allowed to cum is sort of a fetish of mine, but there's plenty of great material here. I was too busy writing, but now I'll finish up before I go to sleep. It was great.]
        Are you darf? He's the only name/trip/whatever I know who likes this kind of drawn out stuff
        at least, this level
        Backgroundpony  Well if you must finish yourself off, I suppose you might as well.
        No, not a writefag. Just suppose I saw a clever premise and didn't want it to go to waste!