>The morning fog had all but disappeared by the time you made it to your door. This weekend was proving to one of the more eventful you’ve had since you started living here, maybe even before then.
>Upon opening the door, you are greeted by a pile of the clothes you wore yesterday, randomly scattered through your living room. Smiling to yourself as you remember how frantic you were, you begin to remove the clutter when something catches your eye.
“...Shit”
>You notice that your blinds are wide open. A tiny wave of dread hits you as you realize that you had carelessly left these open when you stripped down in your home yesterday. You begin to close the curtains as you mutter a silent prayer hoping nobody saw you yesterday.
>After recovering your old clothes, your concern is quickly washed away by the memory of of the previous day. What had started out as an awkward conversation changed in a way you would have never predicted, and ended with a night of passion you will never forget.
>Still feeling the buzz of the memory, you throw your old clothes in the hamper as you are hit by something else that stirs your emotions and arousal; your smell.
>It must have been the scented soap used to clean the wine from your clothes that masked it, but it’s clear as day now. A hint of the boutique’s floral aroma, mixed with Rarity’s perfume, and the intoxicating scent of… her.
>You feel it might be wise to take a shower.
 
>There was a knock at the door. The day had passed slowly, the memories from last night stayed fresh in your mind as you tried to find ways to pass the time. The events played over and over, and one image would always persist; the look in her eyes. Seemingly a mix between bedroom eyes and those of a predator. The thought would arouse you without fail, but you couldn’t grasp why.
“Hello Anon!”
>You hear the voice of Twilight Sparkle as you open the door. She stands smiling before you, with five other ponies standing behind her; Rainbow Dash, Applejack, Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie, and Rarity. You hear skips a beat as your eyes turn to her. She is wearing one of her spring ensembles, you’ve seen her wear it before; a long-sleeve white blouse with a medium length, navy-blue skirt,  but something seems off.
>She gives you a friendly smile, the kind you had grown accustom to, at least before last night.
“Hello Twilight, how can I help you?”
“The six of us were going to catch some lunch. Rarity had the great idea of inviting you along. Would you like to join us?”
>Without betraying any of the anxiety you’re currently feeling, you happily agree.
“Of course, I’d be happy to.”
>Twilight and the others seem to be pleased, though Pinkie Pie seems to be barely containing her giggling.
>Is Rarity wearing… leggings?
 
>You follow the group, unsure of the destination. A few light conversations are started, but you can hardly pay attention. Every now and then, you steal a subtle glance at Rarity, though you have yet to catch her giving you more than a passing glance. Her behaviour is as if nothing happened last night.
>Her outfit appears fairly simple, but the leggings are definitely a new addition. They are a black, semi-transparent fabric that clings to every feature of her legs, ending roughly mid thigh.
>More than once, you catch yourself staring, but you’re able to pull yourself away before anyone notices. The tops of each legging end with a laced band that barely peeks out from the bottom of her skirt.
>For some reason, Pinkie frequently looks to you and barely attempts to contain her giddy mood. You’re used to her hyper personality, but this is a bit much.
“Here we are.”
>Twilight announced as we arrived at our destination. It was a simple fast-food place, one of Twilight’s favorites. Thankfully, it is one of the few around that are willing to cater to omnivores, even if it costs a premium.
>As each pony heads in, you begin the enter the facility, following behind Rarity. Before she can enter, the wind picks up and lifts up part of her skirt. You catch a small glimpse of something that gives you pause. She turns to look at you with an expression that betrays a faint hint of mischief.
“Let’s not keep them waiting, darling.”
>You crack a small grin as you enter and think to yourself:
“She’s wearing… panties?”
 
>Conversation at the table consisted of fairly standard banter. Somehow, without being directly behind Rarity’s plot, you find it a bit easier to pay attention and participate. Rarity herself choose to sit across from you. As the meal was finished, conversations continued.
“That’s a beautiful brooch, Rarity.”
>Twilight points to a piece of attached to Rarities blouse. It was a silver medallion inlaid with gold filigree and a diamond-shaped sapphire, resembling of her cutie mark, set in the center.
“This? I had this piece made at Calvin Bridles, I picked it up this morning, isn’t it just divine?”
>Rarity stated as the brooch was enveloped by magic and detached from her blouse. She levitated the brooch around to each at the table, and as the brooch moved to you to examine, it quivered for a brief moment before falling to your lap.
>Something had caused Rarity to sneeze and release the piece. Quickly, you attempt to catch it, but it bounces off your lap and past your feet.
“Oh no! How dreadfully clumsy of me, please be a dear and pick that up for me.”
>Rarity had an expression of fright. Though, as she finished her request, you think you caught a hint of a grin.
“Sure, no problem.”
>You duck under the table and grab the brooch. Before you can rise, you glimpse over at Rarity’s seat to see sitting an unusual position, with her legs just enough apart for you to see up her skirt. Your pants feel a bit uncomfortable as you think to yourself:
“Definitely panties…”
 
>She’s doing this on purpose. You’ve never seen any pony wear panties and leggings like that before, not even Rarity. You’ve had discussions with her in past involving human fashion, but you don’t remember telling her about that. It’s clear to you now that she’s playing a game with you.
“Cut it out Pinkie!”
>Rainbow dash had blurted out, much to the surprise of the others, as she glared at Pinkie.
“You’ve been giggling like a filly all day, more so than usual, what’s going on?”
>Applejack interjected, Pinkie stifled a chuckle with a hoof and glanced at you for a moment.
“I can’t say! Hehe, It’s a seeeecret!”
“Well, tone it down a bit, it’s starting to get on my nerves.”
>Rainbow dash replied. You look to Rarity with a hint of suspicion; “Had she told Pinkie Pie what happened last night?” You think to yourself, but you see what appears to be a genuine expression of curiosity on Rarity’s face.
“OKAY I’LL TALK! Ohmygosh!”
>Pinkie blurted out with a giggle-snort. Clearly she was bursting at the seams to speak. With a childish grin, she points to you and blurts out:
“Anon’s all pink and furless under his cloths! PEEEeeeeink! Teheheee”
 
“There I was, walking home, carrying a TEENY basket of limes to Berry Punch - She was all sick and stuff, so I asked if I could help her! She got all mad, but then told me to get her some limes.”
>As Pinkie rambled on, you look to Rarity with a surprised and incredulous look. What pinkie had blurted out seems to have confirmed your suspicion. Did she actually tell Pinkie? Your brow furrows, but Rarity expression gives you doubt. While the others looked confused, or even bored, she had a look of shock, which eventually betrayed a hint of jealousy as she turned to look at you.
“Then the limes fell out AGAIN just as I saw Anon running down the street! He was all WHOOSH! He got to his house all crazy-like and BAM! Through his windows I saw ALL his clothes FLY off him! He was soo pink! I was all *GASP* because I stepped on the limes!
>Your expression immediately fades to a relief and embarrassment. Rarity’s face almost immediately shifts to one of amusement.
“Uhm… I can explain…”
“What’s the big deal?” Rainbowdash interrupted.
“Well, his arms are pink...ish, I can imagine the rest of him is like that too.” Twilight replied.
“But.. Under the clothes he’s all like, lite-pink, and stuff” Pinkie added
“That’s because my arms are a tan”
>You briefly explain how humans tan in the sun. Twilight and Pinkie are fascinated(for different reasons), while the others are mostly disinterested. Rarity, however, seems to be enjoying herself as you squirm in front of the others
 
>The conversation didn’t last long, you were quick to end it before the nudity brought up. Rarity seemed disappointed, but with what seemed like a stroke of inspiration, she quickly smiled and offered a change of subject. You silently thanked her, she returned only a faint mischievous grin
>It was early in the afternoon when you and the other left. The other six were chatting amongst themselves as the group made it to the road.
“One moment” Rarity said to the others before walking to you. “Anon dear, we need to run off to help Fluttershy. I do hope you’ll be able to make it to the session tonight.”
>Her mannerisms reverted completely back to normal as she spoke with you. You glanced over at Fluttershy, she had pretty much been hiding ever since Pinkie dropped her big secret.
“Of course, what time was it scheduled for again?”
“Six o’clock, you silly man.”
>As she spoke, she placed a folded black handkerchief in the pocket of your coat. You watch her do so curiously, but decide not to question it.
“Please darling… Don’t be late.”
>As the last bit of her words rolled off her tongue, her eyes flashed with the hungry, yearning look that you’ve had burned in your mind. She quickly returns to normal before turning back to the others.
“Of course, I wouldn’t miss it…”
>After a good amount of distance is between you and the others, you pull out the handkerchief from your pocket and open up, discovering it to be a pair of black laced panties, bearing an unmistakable scent.
 
 
>The boutique entered view. Glancing at your watch, you had been plagued with anxiety and excitement for the past four hours. You were a bit early, both from impatience and a desire to avoid the risk of being late. You decided to slow your pace as you approach, being early was almost as bad.
>Before you had left, you opted to change into something a bit more formal; another set Rarity had made for you. You left the panties back home.
>Your steeled your nerves as you approached the door. Rarity tried playing a devious game with you earlier, you suspect she has something similar store. Oddly, knowing that only makes you more aroused.
>Before you could knock, the door opens to a dimly lit room with single light shining upon a raised surface. You recognize this as the podium Rarity uses for measuring individuals.
>You cross the threshold into the boutique as the door closes behind you. You spot the silhouette of a pony standing behind the podium.
“Rarity? Is that”
>Before you are able to finish, a magical glow emanates from the silhouette’s horn, faintly illuminating Rarity’s face. Your tie becomes engulfed in magic as you feel it tug you towards the podium.
>The force that compels you forward stops just short of the target.
“Stand” Rarity commands.
>Silently you comply. As you reach the top, you are fully illuminated by the overhead light.
“You will speak only when I wish, Anon. Is that understood?” A second light was lit above her, showing eyes aflame with hunger.
 
>You remain silent, as ordered, and still as your eyes follow Rarity. She had levitated her favorite couch into place behind her and took a seat. She was quick to get to work on you, her magic unwinding the folds of your tie, the buckle of your belt, and the threads of your shoelaces.
>This is more dominate that you’ve ever seen her. You feel an instinctive tug to resist, but the more she works on you, the more excited you feel. This is entirely foreign to you, you feel almost like a plaything in Rarity’s control, but even that thought drives your passions further.
>Piece by piece, your clothing is removed, folded neatly, and placed upon the same couch that Rarity now sits upon until you are fully exposed before her.
>She rises to her hoofs and begins to move closer to you.
“Remain still…”
>She says, her voice reduced to a whisper as she begins to slowly encircle the display of your naked body.
>Rarity eyes, still glowing with passionate thirst, trace over every feature of your body with every pass.
“My dear, sweet Anon… You have no idea how much I’ve longed for you. Since the first day you stepped into my world, I just knew; I had to have you.”
>You can hear in her voice a struggle to maintain composure. She finally stops before you, her eyes intently stare into yours.
“I want you Anon, I must have you… I will have you!”
>With a sudden leap, she falls into your arms and firmly plants her lips upon yours.
 
>You hold her tightly your chest as her stern facade begins to slowly melt away in your kiss. As your lips part, you feel a shudder of excitement as her eyes momentarily look to the ceiling with a look of ecstasy on her face, before returning to you. After a brief pause of gazing into each others eyes, she closes her eyes and forces herself back into composure.
“Place me down Anon.”
>You comply, kneeling enough to gently set her down on the ground next to the podium. She opens her eyes and focuses on you, her expression reverting to a stern, commanding appearance.. Kneeling down this low almost puts you at an equal level.
“Good, stay in that position. I have stated my will, my command… Will you submit to me?”
>The look she gives you burns with savage hunger. Your lust tears you in two directions; to surrender to her desire, or to fight. To submit, or to dominate. Your paths laid before you are uncertain, but one thing is clear: you wouldn’t turn back for anything.
>Seeking answers through the reflection of yourself through her eyes, you know what you must do next.
“Mistress Rarity… You wish for me to submit, then you’re going to have to earn it. Make me submit…”
 
“Break me.”
 
>Rarity stands before you, stunned beyond words, her eyes wide with surprise.
“B.. break.. you?”
>You struggle to keep your torrent of emotions in check. This was the game she laid out before you, and a game you will now play. You will put forth all your effort, you will not let her win. You will no longer show her weakness. These next few moments will be the deciding factor on any sort of future the two of you will have.
>Rarity’s mouth begins to quiver before slowly forming into a smile, which grows into a devious grin. Her face turns to the ground as she breaks down into a weak chuckle.
“Break you, is it? D...dear me. I never thought… Never Dreamed this would happen.”
>Her words come quickly, her body trembling, her face, what you can see of it, is a mix of determination and unbridled excitement.
“BREAK you! You… you… Nopony else could do this to me. I can’t stop shaking! This is... amazing!”
>Her face quickly darts up to face you, a face inflamed with raw passion, tears streaming down her cheeks.
“Just when I think I couldn’t need you any more, you show me just how much further I can go.”
>She takes a step backward, continuing to lock eyes with you.
“Break you… I will break you! I. Will. Have. You! STAND!”
>Her horn shoots out an erratic energy that envelopes your body. You feel the power of her magic lift you up into a standing position. The force of the spell feels like an angry gust of wind, torn by by jagged rocks set in its path.
 
>The room took on an eerie quiet, with only the only the sound of Rarity’s magic and her hooves on the tile as she paced back and forth before you. You attempted to resist the force that keeps you upright, but the torrent of magic that surrounds forms a cylindrical barrier that buffets you with wind when you move out of place. You decide it’s better that you reserve your strenght.
“What AM I going to do with you Anon?”
>Rarity appeared more disheveled than you ever seen her, her hair frayed, makeup smeared with black streaks down her cheeks. She continued the pace the room, reducing her voice to a murmur. It seems that, up until this point, she had a plan. Even as far back as yesterday morning; the subtle invitation punctuated with a wink, the ploy with the curtains, the wine, and barging in while you changed , not to mention the game she played this morning.
>However, now all her plans were thrown into chaos. She was struggling to restore order in her world, to take control.
>There was an abrupt break in the near silence when a bell chime rang through the room. The sound of her clock striking the hourly tone seemed to hit Rarity like a jolt. Her head shot in its direction as her expression first changed to shock, then grew into a malicious grin. Her eyes moved slowly back to you as he stressed appearance melted away. She looked as if she found a way to regain control.
“Of course… I had nearly forgotten.”
 
>With an efficiency you’ve come to expect from Rarity, numerous items throughout the room are magically brought before her; a hand mirror, brush, makeup kit, and a pile of clothes. She quickly set to work. Masterfully multitasking to restore her appearance, while still maintaining the barrier. You wonder if she’s yet reached the limit of her magic.
>Within a short moment, Rarity had restored herself in all but expression; her face was a mask of stern professionalism barely masking a passionate fire. Still moving with haste, she donned a simple black evening gown, accented with a golden trim. She turned to you as she brought the same leggings from earlier. Her eyes briefly took on the predatory look as she slid each legging on, slowing her movements slightly as she produced another set of panties. Turning away from you, she lifts up the gown just enough to slide them on, giving you a full view.
>You feel a stirring in your groin and you are reminded once more of your nudity, though you show no change in your expression.
“I had hoped to use this as a test of your loyalty..”
>As she spoke, she took hold of your clothes with her magic and carried them over to a wardrobe, placing them neatly on a shelf. She removed a single black article of clothing from a lower shelf before closing the doors. You hear a small click as she locks the wardrobe. A glow travels towards her, carrying the clothing and small key.
 
 
>Turning to face you, she gives you a mischievous grin as she slides the key inside her gown and underneath her panties. She then throws the cloth to you feet, disperses the barrier, and starts to walk towards the front door.
“You might want to put those on, dear…”
>You follow Rarity with your eyes as she moves away. You wonder momentarily on what she could be doing before reaching down to examine the cloth placed before you. Unfolding the cloth, you see a pair of black boxer-briefs, similar to the kinds she’s made for you in the past. However, this pair has an embroidery of Rarity’s cutiemark on the left leg, just shy of the crotch.
>Before you can consider the meaning behind this, you attention is quickly diverted by the sound of the front door opening. Your head jolts in its direction as you see Rarity opening the door. Without thought, you madly dash to put the underwear on.
“Oh wonderful, you’re on time. Please, do come inside. We’re ready to begin.”
>You feel a wrenching in your gut as you see the door fly open to reveal the other five girls, standing outside the door.
 
“I told Anon all about the conversation we had after lunch and the sweetheart was happy to oblige.”
>Rarity shoots you a short wicked glance, out of sight from the others, before ushering them in. Just like earlier today, she’s putting on a show of normality in front of the others.
“I don’t see what the big deal is.” Rainbow dash said as she entered with the others.
“It’s a great opportunity to learn more about human physiology.” replied Twilight.
“Besides, sugarcube, nopony’s forcin’ you to be here.” added Applejack with a smile.
>Rainbow dash only huffed in reply. You remain standing, summoning the willpower to remain composed. As the others past the threshold, the door was closed by Rarity’s magic. The glow of her horn briefly revealing predatorial sadistic grin.
“See what I mean? Piiiink!” Pinkiepie cheered with a giggle.
“Well, not quite Pinkie…” Replied Applejack.
>Fluttershy could only blush and look away. You continue to remain calm as the group nears you, keeping the majority of your attention to Rarity. You wonder what sort of game she’s playing.
“We were just finishing up fitting a few outfit designs. Dear sweet Anon was more than willing to help when I told them how curious all of you were.”
>Rarity looked to you with what would appear to be a sincere pleasant look as she spoke, however you knew it was only a facade.
“I’m so glad you agreed darling…”
 
>Twilight had been the first to approach. She was sincerely fascinated, and was thoroughly  examining your physique. Rainbowdash stood off to the side, seemingly disinterested, though you would catch looking from time to time. Applejack seemed to be sizing you up, as if she was appraising a piece of equipment. Pinkiepie was having a blast, it seems, hopping about the boutique. Fluttershy stood behind the others, her face flushed with red, her eyes diverted.
“It’s really quite fascinating. With virtually no fur, it’s no wonder why you wear clothes as often as you do.”
>Twilight was the only one to get close enough to be fully illuminated by the overhead light. You remained silent through the examination, your nearly naked body being scrutinized in such a manner was awkward at best. Rarity had been staring at you the whole time, her eyes watching you, hoping to catch any change in your composure. Her expression is calm, with only a slight smile, but her eyes still burn with desire.
>The rest of the room fades from your mind for the moment as you focus on her. Is she hoping you will break under the pressure, does she want to watch you squirm? Something about that theory doesn't seem right. You resolve yourself to remain calm, to remain still.
 
>The room was mostly silent, interrupted by the occasional question from Twilight, a few comments from the others, the occasional laughter from Pinkie, with Rarity remaining silent.
>Occasionally you would look to the others, maybe to answer a question, or a quick glance at each of them. However, for the majority of the event, you kept your eyes on Rarity. Your mind has been focused on her and what her goals could potentially be.
>One thing is now certain, it’s not just a simple sadistic exercise. Could she be testing your resolve? She had declared her desire to break you, but you can’t help but shake the feeling that there is more to it than that. Whatever she wants, you aren’t going to give it to her easily.
>You offer Rarity a small grin, to which she raises a brow curiously, before looking straight ahead. You keep your expression calm and professional as you ready yourself.
“One moment girls, let me take care of these…”
>Without showing any hesitation, you remove and discard your undergarments. With an air of pride, you strike a confident pose;  looking straight ahead, your arms extended slightly to your sides, palms open, feet firm planted to the ground.
 
“Thanks Anon, that makes it much easier.”
>Twilight was seemingly unphased by your full nudity as she continued to study you.
“Oooooh, you have fur there Anon!” Pinkie said, pointing to your crotch, before returning to jumping about the room.
>Applejack’s expression lit up with interest, while Fluttershy squeaked and hid under her hooves. Rainbowdash just looked at you with dumb surprise, wings extended.
>You turn to look at Rarity, giving her a confident look, smiling slightly. Her eyes were wide with surprise, her smile faded to an open, dumbfounded gape. As you stare into her eyes, her mouth closes and forms into faint smile, growing into a wide grin. There was a slight twitch in her right eye, and as her smile grew, her eyes returned to those of an aroused predator.
>Remaining a still as you could, you display yourself to all six ponies. A few more questions are asked, some of which are more personal than you’d ever think you would answer. You withstand the scrutiny, the questions, the stares, and comments unphased. Your remain calm and collected, yet every time you glance at Rarity, her composure deteriorates.
“A.. Alright girls… I think it’s time Anon and I got b...back to work.”
>Rarity appears to be use all her willpower to rebuild her casual facade as she stands to usher the others out.
“Aww, do we have to go?” Pinkie replies.
“Is there something wrong Rarity? Are you okay?” Applejack inquires, a slight look of concern on her face.
 
“Oh, it’s... nothing dear, just a bit of eagerness to get back to work.”
>Rarity avoided looking to you as she guided the others to the door.
“Thanks Anon!”
>Twilight, Applejack, and Pinkie had spoken up to thank you as they left. The others remained silent. The door was flung open, exposing a street darkened by nightfall. The six exchanged their good-nights. Quietly waiting until they were away from the boutique, Rarity slammed the door closed.
>The room was silent once more as she stood, turned away from you, and stared at the door. You silently watched her for the moment, waiting to see her next move. Again, you found yourself in her game, and you refused to back down. You stood, fully nude, in open defiance to her intentions.
>The silence was broken by the faint sound of laughter. Rarity had begun to laugh, first a small chuckle, eventually rising until her voice flooded the room.
“Y.. you. You.. Magnificent Beast!”
>Rarity turned to face you with a jolt. Black-stained tears once again streaked down her face and she stared at you with eyes that burned with a hungering passion. Slowly she began to move towards you.
“I want… more…More!”
>With a sudden jolt, she charged towards you, her horn aglow with erratic, barely restrained magic.
 
>A rush of energy collides with you, forcing you off your feet. Rarity’s magic hits you like a body of water, rushing to meet you as you fall towards it. You are launched onto her couch with enough force to disorientate you for a brief second.
>The nearby work area is torn apart by her magic. Both tools and material are thrown about recklessly, bolts of expensive fabric fall and unroll upon the floor. From the chaos, a mess of silk ribbons fly out towards you.
>Rarity leaps onto the podium, her face a mixture of unrestrained lust and determination tinged with malice. You attempt to jump free of the couch, only to be hit by another blast of magic, leaving you firmly planted.
>Her eyes follow the ribbons with grim professionalism as the winds them behind the couch. Your arms are thrown back and tied together, pulled down and secured to the couch. You feet tied and pulled apart, secured to the legs of the couch with a length of ribbon.
>Your heart beats madly as you struggle against the bonds, your member fully engorged. She leaps off the podium, landing on your lap, and plants a firm kiss upon your lips as she straddles your waist.
 
>You tug at the silken ribbons that restrain your arms and legs while returning her kiss with equal force. Straining your muscles with each pull at bindings, the two of you share a passionate, borderline violent kiss.
>Rarity starts to pull back, a look of desire accented with a victorious grin on her face. She stares into your eyes as she lowers her body onto the tip of your shaft. Her horn glows once more as she pulls aside the panties and quickly thrusts her marehood down onto your dick, and without missing a step, proceeds to vigorously fuck your immobile body.
>A wave of pleasure engulfs your body, but your will pushes you to continue fighting. As she rides your manhood, you continue to pull at the silk ribbons. You struggle to focus your mind as your pumping blood dulls your senses, your hips moving on their own to match her movements. You grit your teeth as you struggle, and at last, you feel the ribbons around your wrists give and slip apart.
>Ignoring the protests from the muscles in your arms, you quickly grab ahold of Rarity. Her eyes open wide with shock and you move to stand.
“No!”
>She growls, squirming within your arms, sparks of magic shoot from her horn. Rising to your feet, you are able to better leverage your weight against the bindings on your legs and release yourself. You quickly turn, drop her down on the couch, and immediately pin her down with your body as you take control.
 
>Rarity cries out in frustration as you pin her back to the couch, your arms hold her down as you thrust your cock into her wet hole. Her face betrays a conflict of ecstasy and anger. The couch begins to shake as you fuck her, each thrust resulting in a moan muffled by gritted teeth from Rarity.
>Sparks of magic fly from her horn as she fights the overwhelming pleasure. At first, they are harmless specks of light, but as you watch the determination on her face grow, and her body tense up, the light grows and bursts forth in a wave upon your chest.
>You feel a surge of the magical force pushing you away. You shift your feet to try to stay upright as you resist the pressure. You muscles strain against the power of her magic as you push yourself closer. Her eyes, aflame with what could easily be mistaken for hatred, take on a glow that matches the aura of her magic.
“Get.. OFF ME!”
>A last, desperate blast of magic strikes you as you falter backward. Aching pain surges through your body as you struggle, and fail to remain on your feet. Again, you find yourself on the podium, but on your back this time. You look up to see Rarity clamoring off the couch and towards you. Before you can rise to resist, an erratic force of magic pins you down your chest.
>Quickly, Rarity mounts you once more.
“You.. will.. be MINE!”
 
>Her rhythm starts erratically, as she rides up and down your shaft. The glow of her weakens, but she is able to muster enough to keep you pinned.
>The position of your legs on the ground prevents you from using your weight to fight the force that holds you down. You had spent too much energy fighting the initial restraints, and then restraining her in turn.
>Rarity openly moans, her marehood tightly clinging to your cock as she moves up and down. Her expression is a mix of exhaustion and gratification, her mouth open as she breathes heavily.
>You lift your arms to take ahold of her hips, unable to find the strength to fight the force holding you down, and begin to move her up and down, arching your waist to drive your dick as deep into her as you can.
>Rarity’s moans  louder as her eyes roll back. The aura on her horn fizzles out as the weight is lifted off your chest. Despite being freed, you devote all your energy into fucking her. Her head tilts to the ceiling as she leans back. Her body begins to shake, and a few specks of magic shoot from her horn. Her vagina convulses around you as a wave of orgasm hits her.
>Your body is weak, your muscles ache, but you block it out. You drive your cock into her one last time as it pulses, violently depositing your seed inside her. The surge of the orgasm dulls all your pain as she falls to your chest unconscious.
>You find yourself unable to move, and quickly succumb to your exhaustion, you arms holding her in embrace.
 
>The room was still dark when morning arrived. The hard surface of the podium caused a discomfort that woke you from your slumber. Lifting your head up, you see Rarity sleeping peacefully on your chest.
>Gently, you rise to a sitting position, holding her closely with one arm, using the other to help you rise to your feet. Your body aches, your muscles are stiff, but you manage rise slowly, cradling her in your arms.
>You feel her stir as you walk to the couch. Her head rises, with eyes now open to meet yours. Giving you a weary smile as you lower yourself into the couch, still holding her close.
>The two of you share a long moment of silence together before Rarity rises to a sit on your lap. Staring at your abdomen, she places a hoof gently on your chest.
“You surprised me in more ways than one dear… There is a fire that burns inside this chest I thought I could contain. But you resisted me at every turn.”
>Rarity raises her eyes to stare into yours.
“And that drove me wild… That fire burned me, and lit something inside me I never knew I was capable of.”
>You remain silent as she speaks, maintaining your smile.
“I want to feel that again, Anon… Can you do this for me? Can you burn with a brilliant passion I could never hope to contain, but still drives me to try?”
>Without speaking a word, you bring her closer to your chest, and answer her with kiss. Slowly you pull away, giving her a warm smile.
“My dear Anon, I think I may have fallen for you."