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</div><h3><span class="mw-headline" id=".28Clop.29_Rarity.27s_Secret.28NSFW.29">(Clop) Rarity's Secret(NSFW)</span><a href="(Clop)_Rarity's_Secret(NSFW)#/editor/1" title="Edit section: (Clop) Rarity's Secret(NSFW)" data-section="1" class="edit-page icon icon-32px icon-edit enabled">Edit</a></h3><div>
<div dir="ltr" class="mw-geshi mw-code mw-content-ltr"><div class="gettext source-gettext">&#160;<br />&#160;<span class="co4">&gt;You are Anonymous.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And you are gonna get lucky tonight, you can feel it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's a gut instinct, a feeling in your bones.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well, one bone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It might also have something to do with the writhing pony underneath you, her body squirming with delight as your hand plays across her belly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Both of your mouths are locked in a fiery, passionate kiss, your tongues dancing elegantly like the locked blades of a duel. You take in every sensation of the kiss, memorizing every precious inch of her mouth and being swept further in by her returned enthusiasm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finally, the kiss breaks as the both of you are forced to stop for air. Your foreheads come together, angled slightly to avoid any mishaps with her horn. You can feel her breathing, jagged, and heavy, like she had just run a marathon. Yours is the same.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For a moment, you just take in the feelings. The warmth of the pony pressed up against you, the taste of her still fresh on your tongue, the intoxicating smell of her perfume, which you couldn't name, nor pronounce if you tried.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The long silence is finally broken by your marefriend, her dulcet, refined tones sending a shiver down your spine. You can see the corners of her mouth curl into a smile at that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Mmm... that was wonderful, darling.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her eyes open partially, remaining half lidded. You can see just the edges of her deep blue irises, her pupils wide with arousal.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod, still catching your breath, and return her smile.</span><br />&quot;Y-yeah..&quot; you manage to choke out in between breaths, which are finally calming down. &quot;Let's continue.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You growl at her playfully, and she chuckles, flicking the bangs of her perfect violet mane out of her face. Somehow, they always managed to stay styled just so. It was part of her allure, always together, always feminine, and beautiful.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anonymous, darling. Not that I don't love kissing, but I think your... ahem, little friend would like some attention. He has been poking into my thigh for a half-hour now.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel your face flush at her suggestion. Even after being with this mare for a month, she still makes you flustered.</span><br />&quot;That's.. that's alright, Rarity. Not to turn you down, but I was thinking, maybe I could... do something for you, tonight?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;There it was. You could see her expression flicker for just a moment, her unflappable confidence waver, just like it did every time you brought this up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No, no, darling. I.. you don't have to. I much prefer pleasuring you, Anonymous. You know how... generous I can be.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The knot in your stomach grows tighter. Your dick is screaming at you to accept, since this pony gives goddamn amazing head, but something is wrong. And it's time you confronted it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But she's making it hard. (Ha ha, pun). Her half-lidded eyes are tracing down your shirtless form and settling on the tent in your pants, a single hoof tracing a meandering path towards your crotch.</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Rarity.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your hand grabs a hold of her hoof, and she looks up at you, her expression betraying the panic behind her.</span><br />&quot;No more of these games, Rarity. We've been dating for a month, and all you've done is make -me- feel good. Hell, I haven't even SEEN you fully naked. You always change the subject, you always cover yourself up, you always have an excuse. What's wrong, Rarity? What game are you playing?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I-it's not a game, Anonymous. Really, I do just prefer to-&quot;</span><br />&quot;Rarity, don't bullshit me. Tell the truth.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;For a long time, the room is silent. It's quieter than anywhere you've ever been before. All you can sense is the pony before you, watching the silent conflict in her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finally, she speaks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon... I... I'm... I'm afraid.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Afraid of what?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Afraid you'll leave me.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can feel your stomach drop. Why the hell would she think that?</span><br />&quot;What? Why? Why would I ever leave you?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She bites her bottom lip, a sight which would turn you on even more were it not for the painful turmoil behind her eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anonymous... I'm... not... I'm not like the other mares.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You let out an involuntary snort at that.</span><br />&quot;Rarity, I knew that. If I wanted an ordinary mare, I'd date one, but you, you're special. You're elegant, kind, sexy as all-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your mouth shuts right up. There are tears forming in the corners of her eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I mean... I'm not like the other mares... down there.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What.</span><br />&quot;I... don't understand, Rarity.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She doesn't answer.</span><br />&quot;Can I... see?&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks down and away, a single pair of shameful tears dripping down, leaving a trail of moisture on her soft white coat. You reach up and wipe them away, one hand cupping the side of her muzzle.</span><br />&quot;Rarity. I promise, whatever happens, whatever way you think you're different, I won't leave. But you can't keep this secret from me. It's tearing away at both of us.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her body goes to sob, but she chokes it back with a sorrowful gasp, taking the deep breath to compose herself, before she nods, slowly spreading her legs, and moving her curly tail away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Away from... nothing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;wat</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You lean down, and look to where you shoudl find a winking, dripping horse pussy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And... there's nothing. Flat. Just fur.</span><br />&quot;Rarity... there's... uhm.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Move your head back, Anonymous.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You bite back your feelings at the defeat and pain in her tone. What the hell could be making your mare this upsssettthat's a penis.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The soft, twinkling sound of unicorn magic precedes a pale blue glow around the flat of her crotch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like a plant's stalk breaking free of the earth, her fur parts, the magic rippling as black matte flesh pillars out from her, forming a broad, flat head, a ridge, a slightly downward curving shaft, and two hefty balls.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A penis.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity, your marefriend, has a thick, precum-dripping, throbbing horse penis.</span><br />&quot;...oh.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;There's another long silence between the two of you. You want to look up at her face, to try and give her some consoling smile, but your eyes are locked on the monster in front of you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's big. Not ridiculous, but it looks big on her. Ponies aren't exactly large compared to humans, especially a petite mare like Rarity.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She was well endowed, to say the least. It's bigger than yours, even. Not much longer, but considerably thicker.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stare at your waifu's horsecock for a bit longer than you'd ever admit to anyone, before finally peeling your eyes back up to her face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's staring down at you, mortified, a burning blush faintly visible even through the alabaster of her coat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You struggle to say something, but the words don't come out. She doesn't take it well. The tears start.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I-I kneeewww it! You h-h-h-aaaa-aaate me!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;oh lord</span><br />&quot;Rarity, I-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You-you you're going to le-hee-hee-heeave meee!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;jesus, take the wheel</span><br />&quot;Honey, pleas-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;H-how could any stallion love a mare w-with this thi-&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fuck it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your hand stutters at your instructions to it for only a minute, before you reach out and grip the base of her shaft tightly in one hand.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like a magic penis lever, the waterworks stop, and are replaced by a surprised, jagged gasp.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks down at your hand, then back up to your face, confusion painted across her face.</span><br />&quot;Rarity. I... uhm, well... it's not what I was expecting, but..&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look down to her shaft briefly.</span><br />&quot;You're still you.&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity looks up at you like she had just been told she won a million dollars.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I-I am?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't help but chuckle, leaning in to give her a small kiss on the cheek.</span><br />&quot;You are. And I still love you.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks back at you, giving a small sniffle before her tearful face dares to crack a smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Y-you do?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't hesitate.</span><br />&quot;I do.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your hand shifts up the base of her cock a small bit, getting a feel for the thick, meaty texture of it, and earning a small shudder from the lady underneath you.</span><br />&quot;And if you have uhm... this, then... I guess I'll just have to love that too.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You barely get the chance to look towards her eyes before she's gotten ahold of you, both hooves wrapped around your back and pulling you onto the bed, cutting off your breathing with a kiss. Not a passionate kiss, but one of joy, of thankfulness, of relief, and celebration. It's soft, but firm, and warm. Kind of like her dick.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Whoa. What. Where did that come from?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When she breaks the kiss, Rarity lays her head onto your shoulders, giving another sniffle before nuzzling her cheek into your neck.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Th-thank you, Anonymous. I... I love you too.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah. You kinda figured, from the cannon she was prodding into your thigh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...huh. So that's what you've been doing to her. Not that unpleasant, actually. It's a very tangible sign that she's into you. Kind of nice, truth be told.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Are you really laying her appreciating the sensation of horsecock?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...yup. It's done. Your corruption is complete.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;As is evidenced by the fact that you are still quite erect.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe even harder than before. Shit.</span><br />&quot;N-now then. I believe I was just offering to... do something for you.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity smiles down at you, her confident demeanor slowly coming back to her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anonymous, dear. I appreciate it. Especially after I've... kept this secret from you for so long. Really, I do. But..&quot;</span><br />&quot;But what?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We both know you're not going to fit me into that mouth of yours.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You begin to say something, but the words die in your throat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's, well... you hadn't thought of that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The glare you shoot the smug mare over you will have to suffice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Really, I do appreciate the thought, darling.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She chuckles, one of her hooves sliding from your back and onto your chest, its tip tracing an idle circle over your heart.</span><br />&quot;So... what, then?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She purses her lips in thought, looking towards the ceiling. God, sometimes the looks she pulls, you just want to pin her down and...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...well, you're not sure anymore.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...well, Anonymous. I mean, we've been dating for a month now. Maybe it's time we move on to something more... serious?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Between that face and the look she shoots you this time, your dick could cut diamonds.</span><br />&quot;Yes. Yes. That sounds good. Only, uhm...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She cocks her head at you.</span><br />&quot;How are we gonna... y'know?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...oh. Right. Well.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Silence again.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Maybe I could, ah, stick it in your-&quot;</span><br />&quot;Rarity, dear, I love you, but up until a minute ago, I thought I was very straight. I mean, I still am, 'cause you're a mare, but... I don't think I'm ready for anything in my butt.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh. Of course, darling, I'm... sorry.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Silence again again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could hear a pin drop in this quiet.</span><br />&quot;Maybe -I- could stick it in -your--&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Uhm, I'm not exactly comfortable with that either, darling. I uhh... I don't really want to be reminded of parts I don't have.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Right, right. I can, uhh, understand.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;A third time, you both fail to say anything.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe you should have left before.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You still love her, but... if fucking's gonna be a problem...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't want to make her feel any worse.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your eyes find Rarity's again, and you're overcome with curiosity to see her in deep thought.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She appears to be considering something.</span><br />&quot;Rarity?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She doesn't respond.</span><br />&quot;Rarity? Hello? Is anyone home, Marshmallow?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;A pillow is telekinesised into your face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anonymous! You know I hate when you call me that.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Haha! Sorry, Rara. But I had to get your attention somehow.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She humphs, and purses her lips in a pout as you pull the pillow off your face.</span><br />&quot;What were you thinking about?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity's blue, blue eyes turn downward again, and she bites her bottom lip again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dat bite.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Anonymous. Do you trust me?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What is this mare up to?</span><br />&quot;...yes.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Then, I... I'm going to try something. Take off your pants.&quot;</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Rarity, you're not getting away with just another blowjo-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hush hush! Pants off!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You give her an incredulous half-frown, but start undoing your belt and button anyway.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With practiced ease, you undo your pants and slide them down to your knees, kicking them off with a decided lack of grace, leaving you only in your tented boxers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity begins to hum merrily to herself as her magic pulls down the waistband of your last clothing, freeing your long-imprisoned cock to the cool air of her room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You suck in a sharp lungful of air through your teeth, trying to keep your composure. The joyful, mischievous glint in her eyes whenever she does things to you drives you crazy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She takes you between her hooves, rolling the base of your shaft between their edges ever so gently, still humming as she teases you.</span><br />&quot;R-rarity, I said-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anonymous. I... I know you said you trust me, but if you want to stop, just say so.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You fall silent, only watching the mare appreciatively study your aching erection.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Now, hold still. I'm not terribly good at magic, but I'm quite certain I can still pull off this spell.&quot;</span><br />&quot;M-magic? Rarity, what are you-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before you can voice further protest, the aura of Rarity's magic fades into view around your cock, and you feel a strange, tingling warmth. Almost like pins and needles from sitting on a leg the wrong way, but less unpleasant. Your whole body tenses up, trying to make heads or tails of this strange sensation.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The feeling coalesces in a single focal point: the base of your cock, and you can feel it travel slowly up from below where your shaft connects to your crotch, up to your very tip, concentrating especially at the thin slit at its crown.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It gives you the jibblies, to be honest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shake out said jibblies as the magic fades away, Rarity looking over her work with the pleased satisfaction of an artist.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I do believe that did the trick, darling.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Did... nothing? Your dick looks the same as before.</span><br />&quot;Rarity. Please, what did you do?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She smiles knowingly as she climbs up over you, her hind legs straddling yours as she shifts her hips to slowly grind her shaft against your own.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;God, why does that feel good? You're not supposed to like a cock rubbing against your cock.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why, boner? Why?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She leans her head down and presses her face into the crook of your neck, breathing your scent deeply before responding.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Darling, this is the part where you really need to trust me. Just lay back and let Miss Rarity do all the work, my love, my big strong human.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This fucking mare and her goddamn silver tongue.</span><br />&quot;...alright.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel the grip of telekinesis fall over your penis. A familiar sensation, especially since that one time Rarity held a dinner party and gave you a magic handjob under the table in front of all of her friends.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...yeah, this mare has always been a bit kinky.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But what happens next, you could never have anticipated.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The broad, flared tip of her cock lines up and meets with yours, your precums mixing with an audible squish as she grinds the tip of your dick around the circumference of her head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is already hotter than it should be. You're still straight, right?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Right?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nevermind.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't have much longer to question your possibly-in-flux sexuality, because the pointiest part of her head's edge does something funny.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can feel it pushing down. Against the slit that is your urethra.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And even stranger, you can feel it splaying open at the pressure.</span><br />&quot;R-rar-rar.. wh-what is..&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Shhhh....&quot; she coos, as you feel the tip of your dick slipping open around her head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You peer down between your bodies and get an eyeful that makes your head swim.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your dick is stretching open like a snake swallowing its meal, and filling out like a sock as Rarity's thick meat slips into yours.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It looks impossible. It looks -painful-, but it's not. The best sensation you can liken it to is when your finger stretches the edge of your mouth. Soft, pliable, inviting.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Only, it's not your finger. It's your marefriend's throbbing horsecock. And it's not your mouth. It's your dick.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh fuck, it's your dick.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Right, those things are sensitive.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As the shock fades, you suddenly realize that you can feel things, and that this feels -amazing-.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Every muscle in your body twitches and spasms, every nerve ending you have fires off in contact arousal as you're overtaken by this new sensation.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's like the inside of your dick is the outside, and the outside of her dick is a pussy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Only it's reversed?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fuck if you know how to explain it. Maybe this is what having a pussy feels like.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All you know is that your cock is full, and being touched in ways it's never been touched, and it's only getting stretched out more as Rarity eases her self deeper into it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your brain is officially mush.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Chuckling throatily to herself, Rarity slowly stops her members invasion of yours, a hoof caressing your cheek as you try to make sense of what's happening.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well? Is this alright, darling?&quot;</span><br />&quot;yes&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh god, you're too turned on to even have syntax.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She giggles again, tossing her hair out of her face once more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I thought this might be a compromise you'd enjoy. Now try to relax, and let me have my way with your tight little cockpussy.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Chock that up among the sentences you never thought you'd hearrroh god she's moving.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Stealing another glance downward, you're stricken by the fact that she was only about halfway down to her cock's ridge, leaving about 3/4ths of her cock still outside of yours.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It wasn't at the base yet, but damned was she stretching you out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your hips involuntarily shake, and you let out a guttural noise you can't quite identify as she begins to pull her hips back, sliding ever so slightly out of you.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can see the shape of her head in surreal detail as it drags up against the inner walls of your cock.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Its flare has an especially nice feeling.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When she's almost withdrawn, she reverses the motion and starts sinking into you again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh fuck, yes, yes, the flare is definitely your favorite part.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity starts humming to herself again as her cock delves down into your urethra, and you feel the strange sensation of warmth leaking into you, her precum smearing against your already lubricated walls.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel your limbs once again do things that you wholly had not instructed them to do. Jesus Christ, you're like putty under this mare.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When she finally stops and offers you a brief reprieve, she's sunken herself even deeper into you, this time she's almost at her ridge, and the head of her cock is almost at the base of yours.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anonymous.&quot;</span><br />&quot;yes miss rarity&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Are you ready for me to fuck your cock, now?&quot;</span><br />&quot;yes miss rarity&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She lets out a disapproving tisk, and slinks her mouth up to your ear. You feel her hot breath against it, and it causes you to take another shivering gasp.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Say it.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You swallow deeply, not even caring how well she was playing you.</span><br />&quot;please fuck my cock miss rarity&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;A satisfied smile forms on her face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;If you insist, darling.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Out, it pulls out again, but much faster this time. You let out a cry, which only escalates as it plunges back in.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your moans and gasps as her flared head drags itself against the inner walls of your cock begin to find a partner, as Rarity lets out quiet, concentrated grunts and groans, matching the slowly increasing pace of her pistoning cock.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In, and out, each time stretching your member around it anew. The firm yet pliable flesh hugging her throbbing member like a glove, every movement, every ridge and edge of her cock clearly visible in the distended outline of your flesh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And every time she thrusts into you, she pushes the tip of her cock a little deeper, finding newly sensitive flesh each time she does.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your hands find their way around the back of her neck, trying to achieve some solid purchase as they twitch and spasm under her ministrations, and she looks down at you with a warm, loving smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Which is in deep contrast to the fucking she is now giving your cock.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Mmnh... Anon... ymous... you're... so... tight.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity grunts out from the base of her throat between thrusts, her sturdy flanks driving her in and out of your hole, deeper, and deeper, the tip of your cock almost reaching her ridge.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'd like to choke out a response, but right now you're somewhere else.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What was that stupid weeaboo term. Ahegao?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah. Rarity is fucking you silly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And you could not love it more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In the base of your crotch, you feel something building up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;God, this soon? You're not normally so faahhhh</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity lets out an impassioned moan as you suddenly feel something new.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her ridge.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The ridge of Rarity's cock has slipped inside of you, and the feeling of a building orgasm is suddenly accompanied by the head of a cock invading on the inside of your body.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;O-oh, DARLING! I-I've never been able to get my ridge into ANYPONY!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity moans again, moving ever so slightly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This turns out to have been unfortunate for you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That tiny movement inside you sets you off, and your whole body clenches in the most intense orgasm of your life, your hands gripping the back of Rarity's neck for dear life, since she's the only thing you can find that isn't shaking.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Alien, too, is the sensation inside of you. When normally you would shoot off your load, there is a blockage preventing such a thing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So, thought it feels good, the finality never comes. You are not spent.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You are, however, a sweaty, twitching mess under your marefriend.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh.. oh my... did you just cum, darling?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You offer her only a wordless nod, your hands falling lazily to your sides as the world's spinning slows down.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity giggles, leaning down to peck you on the cheek.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well... since you're still hard, I'll take that as invitation to keep going.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What? No, no, no, wait, wait, you goddamn marshmallow horse-</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She doesn't wait.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your lungs suck in another gasp for mercy as she begins her thrusting anew, this time holding little back as she plunges in and out of your cock, throwing aside all abandon as she pistons herself into you, her ridge slipping into you with every downward drive, stretching you out to you fullest every time, and kissing the inside of your crotch with the zenith of every thrust.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What you experience can only be described as micro-orgasms every time her flared head grinds against that most sensitive peak inside you. Maybe that's your prostate? Who gives a fuck, all you know is that your brain is melting and everything is awesome.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In and out, up and down, her heavy, black balls slapping against the underside of your shaft as she thrusts into your cumslit, her body curling up tighter and tighter with every passing second.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;A..Anon.. darling.. I'm... going... to...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Conveniently, words come to you, and your aching muscles somehow find the strength to lift your legs up and hook them around her flanks, assisting her movements by pulling her closer to you.</span><br />&quot;d.. do it, rarity.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her beautiful, blue eyes catch yours, and you can feel a spark run down your spine. Her head dives down and her lips take your lips, pulling you into the most impassioned kiss she's ever given you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And with one final thrust, she buries herself as deep as she can go, setting off one final orgasm for you as you feel a torrent of thick warmth flood into your body.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The twin sensations overload your brain, and for a brief moment, you swear you hear some sort of heavenly choir.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your body convulses in a sore, yet satisfyingly final climax, waves of unbelievable pleasure rippling out from your crotch and shaking you with their strength.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And inside, you can feel every twitch, every aching throb as Rarity empties her load into the base of your urethra, flooding into places you couldn't even begin to name.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're not sure of a lot of things right now, and wherever Rarity's load ends up isn't too important to you, just as long as it's inside your body.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The two of you stay locked like that for what feels like hours, her twitching cock pouring its seed into yours, while your tongues wrestle with each other in between you both trying to remember how to breath.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finally, and with some reluctance, Rarity withdraws her cock from yours with a lurid slurp, both members starting to grow soft from the expenditure.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yours is left looking a bit... bereft. Skin doesn't stretch out that much and go straight back to its normal shape. If you weren't riding on the highest afterglow of your life, you'd be a bit concerned. You're sure it'll bounce back though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For a while, you two just enjoy the warmth of each other's bodies, and the shared post-coital haze that washes over you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're tempted to think about what just happened, and how fucked up your life became today, but you really don't care.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The dick game too bomb.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;After a long bit of cuddling, it's you who finally breaks the silence.</span><br />&quot;That was...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...amazing.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah. That's about what I was gonna say.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile, your eyes closed. You use your hand to find her muzzle and hold it still to plant a soft kiss against her cheek.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Still, something is bothering you.</span><br />&quot;But, uh... honey?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Mmnnnn... yes, darling?&quot;</span><br />&quot;I was thinking.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pause, opening your eyes, and propping yourself on your elbow. She senses your discomfort, and opens her own eyes, looking up at you through the glassy haze of fading arousal with concern.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anonymous?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Why... why didn't you cast that spell on my mouth and let me give you head? Wouldn't that have been... I dunno, less weird?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Silence.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You furrow your brow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her mouth scrunches up, and her eyes dart away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, uhm...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She planned this.</span><br />&quot;You... dirty, manipulative, lyin', temptress, SHE-DEVIL MARSHMALLOW!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon-AGGH!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You tackle her, and pin her down, holding both hooves and straddling over her, giving your most frustrated face down at the mare.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anonymous, darling, I-I'm sorry, I mean, I didn't, I was just-&quot;</span><br />&quot;Rarity.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Y-yes?&quot;</span><br />&quot;How long does that spell last?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...a few hours, darling. Wh-why?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You give her a devious smile.</span><br />&quot;Well, it looks like I've caught myself a pony.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You lick your lips, and grin mischievously at her flustered face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shift your hips back, and begin to grind the tip of your re-hardening dick against her sheath, earning a gasp.</span><br />&quot;Time to try riding her.&quot;<br />&#160;<br />~FIN~</div></div>




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