Chapter 37

After stepping inside, I closed Rarity’s front door behind me and kicked my shoes off. Then, after removing my jacket, I made my way through the townhouse to find her.

It was close to 2:00am. The drive back to Canterlot was a long one, and it’d been rather difficult resisting the urge to speed in order to get here faster, given the subject of the meet-up that Rarity and I had arranged.

After ascending the stairs in a single bound, I made my way down the hall and rounded the corner to the kitchen area. The lights were on, but dimmed, casting a warm glow over the fashionista’s figure as she leaned against the counter —almost exactly where I’d found her earlier that evening— cradling a crystal goblet in her palm. She was dressed in a dark, wide-necked shirt with long sleeves and a pair of black slacks with gray pinstripes.

Unsure if the glass was real or a simply creation of hers, I scanned the counter to learn what she’d filled it with. Next to her was a bottle, a white wine of some presumably expensive brand.

“Trying to get wasted?” I asked with a smirk.

She turned slightly, her eyes in shadow cast by her brow. She sighed, and then spoke softly. “No. I was simply feeling nostalgic after seeing the place settings there tonight.” She took a small sip and swirled it around for a moment before swallowing it. Then she looked down into the glass. “It’s not as good as I remember, especially without the lovely side-effects.”

After a soft exhale, she set the glass on the counter and then faced me, arms outstretched.

“Come.”

A few quick strides brought me into her arms. She squeezed me tightly, burying her face in my neck. Up close, her scent was prevalent; not that wonderful vanilla perfume that I was used to —anything that might betray one’s identity was off-limits while wearing the suit— rather she was soaked with the scent of blood and death, as though the lives she took that night had followed her home.

Her hair reeked of it. Parts of it were still crusty; certain locks had been washed better than others. It looked much different than normal. Gone was that smooth silkiness, those bouncy, indigo fiddleheads that hung above her forehead, replaced by a straight raggedness that reminded me of Rainbow Dash’s hair, except that it was only one colour. And even that radiant hue was gone, tainted by the splatter of a busy evening, with a slight bronze tinge left behind.

I wrapped my arms around her lower back to return the hug, drawing her petite frame against mine. We remained like this for what seemed like several minutes, listening to one another’s breathing.

It had clearly been a taxing night for her; perhaps taking roughly eighty lives took a harder toll on her psyche then she’d expected.

Or maybe she just missed me and Fluttershy.

I eventually backed away to look her in the face. “How’s Pinks doing?”

Rarity sighed. “She is…” After a pause, she met eyes with me, keeping her hands laced behind my neck. “She has seen better days, I’m afraid. I fear this mission may have caused her more harm than good.”

I drew a breath through my nose. “Yeah. That was uh… unexpected. Like, I kinda half-expected her to freak out and scream at her —maybe even hit her or something— but I definitely didn’t see that coming.”

The fashionista shook her head.

“Where is she now?”

“At Sunset’s with the others,” Rarity replied. “They took her there so she wouldn’t be alone—none of us were comfortable with the idea of leaving her by herself in such condition. I offered to go, but they said it was fine; they told me to go home and get cleaned up” —she glanced down at herself— “which I probably should do.”

I nodded. “Yeah.”

Rarity looked up at me, letting her head tilt to the side. After an unenergetic smile, she spoke. “Well? How did I do?”

“At the hotel?” I drew a breath and let my eyes drift to the ceiling. After a short pause, I looked back down at her. “It was the most fucking unbelievable thing I’ve ever seen.”

Her smile became more genuine, and her eyes drifted down to my chest. “You think so?” She scrunched her shoulders nervously.

“Of course,” I replied. “I couldn’t have done it better myself—although, you do need to watch your follow-throughs; you leave yourself vulnerable when you swing your blade too far around.”

She scrunched her nose. “Vulnerable to what?”

I paused. “Well... not as much as a normal person—but still, it’s bad form. You’re not swinging a baseball bat.”

She rolled her eyes.

My position cast a shadow on her face, so, wanting to see her more clearly, I released her, turned, and leaned on the counter next to her, holding onto her hand. Then I gave her a little smile, prompting her to cock her head inquisitively.

“What is it?”

I shook my head. “Nothing. You don’t look your usual self, that’s all.”

Honestly, if it hadn’t been for the sound of her voice and the way she talked, one wouldn’t even know this was Rarity. Despite using one of the suite bathrooms for a hasty rinse, the presence of blood still shaded the corners of her eyes and around her nostrils, augmenting the tiny creases of her features. It’d faded to a dull bronze by then, contrasting against her alabaster complexion to make her appear rather ghostly.

Despite this, she was still beautiful. I thought so, anyway.

After a quiet sigh, she leaned closer and placed her temple on my shoulder. “Did you enjoy my monologue, darling?”

“Oh…” I closed my eyes and put my fingertips to my lips. “Mwah! It was perfect, Rare. That’s exactly what you do: remind them that their existence is fragile. Put ‘em on edge. Make yourself an enigma so they don’t know what to think of you. Are you dangerous, or just a crazy person? They’ll feed off of each other’s uneasiness, especially in a big group like that. It’s one of the best things you can do cuz once the shit hits the fan, their decision-making has gone down the toilet and they won’t be able to coordinate against you. For the most part.”

A soft burst of air came from her nostrils. “Thank you. Honestly, I… I had no idea what to talk about. On the way to the hotel, I had Twilight help me; she gave me that quote to start off with, and I simply took it from there.”

I squeezed her hand. “Yeah. No, it was perfect, the way you lead into telling them they were all gonna die. And the way you talk is so poetic, it just worked. I loved it.”

“Hm.” After a thoughtful pause, she took a step from the counter and swung around to face me, wrapping her arms around the back of my neck. “And I love you,” she whispered, reaching up to plant her lips on mine.

Scent of death aside, it was a perfect kiss. It was not aggressive, yet it carried a certain flame, a muted passion that could be felt without the use of force or excessive tongue. It was communicated instead by the softness of her lips and the warmth of her little body melting against mine.

She broke the kiss before too long, but gave off an air of reluctance about it. She kept herself planted against me, her breasts squashed between us.

I licked my lips and then smacked them, keeping my eyes locked with hers.

“Did that taste bad?” she asked, cringing slightly.

She remained close enough that our lips were barely an inch from one another, and the smell of alcohol wafted into my senses when she spoke.

I shook my head. “It was fine.”

She paused, but then reached up to rub the tip of my nose with hers, followed by another small kiss. “I must admit, your tactic earlier —although cruel and frustrating— seems to have worked; I’d be lying if I said it had no affect on my performance tonight.”

“See?” I chuckled. “It works. You know the old saying: hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. That shit’s true.”

“Indeed. Such a devil you are,” she replied, lips stiffening as she held back a smirk. Then she turned serious. “You must use it wisely though; if you ever did that to Fluttershy, I fear she would destroy half the country.”

“Heh, yeah… no, I’m not that stupid,” I said, scratching my temple before reaching down to latch my hands behind the small of her back.

She giggled softly. Then she drew a breath to continue. “All that aside, you did say you would meet me here after the mission was finished, and so I’ve been waiting right here for you, breathless with anticipation.” She cocked her head. “And now here we are. What is it that you wanted exactly? Oh! You wanted to finish what we started earlier.” She unhooked one hand from my neck for a coy tap of her chin, letting her eyes drift upward as she pretended to think about it. “Now what was it that we were doing?” Her face suddenly lit up, and she snapped her fingers. “Ah yes! I was about to drain those big balls of yours. Remember?”

I tipped my head back, mouth open. “Yes, that’s right, you were.” I looked down at her again. “I dunno, though. I’m feeling kinda tired. I think I might just head home and see what Flutters is up to.”

Her jaw dropped, face blank. “I beg your pardon?”

I shrugged. “To be honest, I really just feel like curling up on the couch and watching ‘Homeward Bound.’ Again.”

“Now I know you’re full of shit.”

When I shrugged dismissively and leaned forward to step away from the counter, she huffed immediately and placed her hands on my shoulders to hold me in place “What! Are you serious, darling!?” she screeched as her feet began to skid backwards along the tile.

“Yeah, I just really need some ‘me time,’ you know?” I teased.

“NO!” she snarled, throwing a hand backwards to plug the exit with a thick, sparkling barrier. “You’re not going anywhere until I’ve had my fill!”

“Jeez, Rare. Why can’t you respect my wishes?”

“Fuck your wishes!” she barked, swinging her hand to slap me across the cheek.

I stopped suddenly. Even though it didn’t hurt, the move stunned me nonetheless, and I stared at her in surprise. “Hey…”

“Hey what?” she replied. “What about my wishes? What about the thing I’ve been waiting for ALL NIGHT!?” Frustrated, she raised her hand to threaten another swing.

I reached out to pluck her hand out of the air this time, then I reached behind her back with my other arm to grab her hair and pull it downward. Her head yanked back, eyes wide as she glared up at me.

“You better watch yourself, little missy,” I warned, walking her backwards until she bumped against the island counter. I leaned down, putting my face close to hers. “Don’t think you can get rough with me just because of what happened in that ballroom.”

“Yeah? What are you going to do about it?” she hissed, bent backwards over the countertop. “Perhaps I need to be put in my place—wouldn’t want me getting too far out of line now, would you?”

“Put in your place how?” I inquired. “You got any suggestions on how I should set you straight?”

Teeth gritted, she drew a deep breath through them and brought her face close to mine. “Fuck me.”

I snorted at the suggestion. “That doesn’t sound like a punishment.”

“That would depend on how you do it,” she replied, wrapping her leg around the back of mine as she began to thrust her hips, grinding herself against me.

I leaned closer, putting our noses just close enough to touch. “And how would that be?”

“Rough,” she whispered. Then she flicked the tip of my nose with her tongue. “Tear my clothes off, hold me down, have your way with me. Use me like a worthless whore to get yourself off in, then toss me aside like a piece of trash!”

“And you think that’ll smarten you up?” I asked softly, so close now that my lips brushed hers when I spoke.

“Absolutely.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh y— MMMM!”

I cut her response short by slamming our lips together, sending my tongue deep into her sweet, but slightly bitter-tasting mouth. She arched her back in response, moaning softly as her leg squeezed mine, her free hand coming up to dig its nails into my shoulder.

Her tongue fluttered and thrashed around my mouth, giving away the frantic desperation for pleasure that possessed her; her breathing had become a wildfire of energy, blowing noisily between our faces as her body squirmed impatiently, starved for physical attention.

My pants had fully tented by then, my erection full, hot and buzzing, pushing forward in search of freedom with the ironic goal of ending up buried someplace far more constrictive. Her abdomen ground against it, drawing it forth like a magnet. There was no doubt in my mind that her womanhood ached hungrily by then, ready to soak her panties with that warm nectar—if it hadn’t already.

The kiss ended with several smaller kisses, leaving our lips moist and our tongues covered with each other’s flavour. Panting heavily, we stared into one another’s eyes, entangled in our limbs.

“My goodness,” she said, pausing to swallow. “My heart is racing! Don’t stop, darling, please. I need more!”

I leaned in to kiss her again, firmly, then I leaned back a bit, looking the rest of her up and down. I needed to see more of her, and since she was mine for the taking, I raised my hand and thrust my fingers down the front of her shirt, feeling the warm skin of her chest heaving against my knuckles. Once my fingers had slid between her breasts and hooked themselves beneath the center of her bra, I gripped it tightly and yanked, tearing the fabric away.

Rarity gasped sharply when her clothes were jerked free and thrown to the floor. She looked down at her bare breasts as they flopped and swung free, her nipples hardening rapidly when the cool air hit them. On her belly was a large maroon stain, formed by the blood that’d leaked inside her suit through her cleavage; it’d since dried and become crusty in the hours since the incident, and some of it had flaked and rubbed away.

This did nothing to put me off. I cupped her left breast in my hand, squeezing it, kneading it, rolling its soft, warm mass between my fingers while I leaned in to connect our lips once again. She whimpered and squeaked into my mouth, using a delicate, white hand to grip the back of my neck as the other reached behind her to grab the edge of the counter, leaving me plenty of access to play with her breasts. I pinched and teased her nipple, rolling it between my thumb and finger, causing her to shiver with delight as her mouth opened wide and pressed hard against mine, her tongue twirling vigorously in the back of my mouth.

After separating our lips with a soft smack, I leaned down and nipped that little pink bud with my lips and then, after circling her areola with my tongue, grabbed Rarity by the arm and spun her around. I bent her forward slightly, prompting her to place her hands on the countertop, eyes closing when her breasts hung down and grazed the cold surface. With a sharp inhale, she shivered wildly as I traced my fingertips down her spine until they dipped inside her waistline.

When I knew I had a good hold of her pants and thong, I drew my arm back swiftly, ripping them from her delicate frame. Her little white backside jiggled when the clothing was torn away, and then again when I brought my hand up and swatted her right cheek, causing her to jump with excitement.

“Ooh!” she squealed, throwing her head back. “Yes, my love… just like that! D’you want to know what turns me on?”

“What’s that?” I asked as I fondled the part of her backside that I’d just smacked.

“It’s that there’s no one —literally no one— on this planet who would dare treat me like this if they saw what I did in that ballroom tonight.” She let her head hang, exhaling as she leaned on her elbows. “You are the only man with the balls to push me around, because you know you’re the only one who could get away with it without ending up in twenty pieces—and it arouses me to no end.”

I reached under her derrière and slipped my hand between her thighs to cup her womanhood. “You mean a regular guy would be too scared to do this?” I squeezed firmly, feeling the heat of those soft lips against my palm.

“Mmmmm,” she moaned, lifting her head to tip it back, eyes closed. “Yes. If anyone else tore my pants off and grabbed my pussy like this, they’d lose their hand in an instant.”

This made me smirk. To my surprise, there was very little moisture on the surface, but I as soon as I ground the heel of my hand against her, a narrow bead of warm moisture quickly soaked my skin.

There must have been a tsunami waiting for me inside. I would find out soon enough, but first, I had a thirst that needed quenching.

I withdrew and cupped my hand over my mouth to gauge her scent. Her odor was surprisingly potent—granted, she most likely hadn’t showered since early that morning.

This didn’t stop me, however; the scent was strangely enticing. I placed my hand between her shoulder blades and shoved forward, bending her over the counter, her breasts flattened against the cold laminate. Rarity gasped with excitement, eyes closing as her nipples hardened like rocks against the smooth surface.

I dropped to one knee, positioning myself so that her backside was right in front of me. With the fashionista bent forward, I could see those thick, pale lips peeking out from between her thighs at me, inviting me in for a taste. I placed my hands on her cheeks and spread them apart to bury my face between them, reaching in with my tongue to lick her slit from front to back.

My taste buds were immediately flooded with the sour musk of a twelve-hour day, her scent many times stronger when taken straight from the source. This was Rarity, however, and she was always delicious. There was no such thing as an ‘acquired taste’ with her, and so I dug deeper in search of more.

My tongue pushed between those soft lips and raked over that delicate hood, causing her knees to tremble with delight. I reached in with my thumbs and pulled her vulva open like the pages of a book, exposing those lovely pink minoras and that tiny clit, which peeked out from beneath her hood, all of it glistening with moisture and waiting to be teased.

I reached in and flicked those soft layers with my tongue, earning a guttural moan from above the counter; the moisture inside tasted fresh by comparison, and despite the acrid scent entering my nostrils, I was quite enjoying myself.

I continued to feast on Rarity, fluttering my tongue against her clit, nibbling on her folds with my lips, even going so far as letting my nose poke at her entrance.

Her legs shook incessantly, sometimes making her knees bang against the cupboard doors. She moaned softly, eyes closed as she raked her nails across the countertop, enraptured by the blissful sensation of my tongue wiggling around in her crease. It didn’t take long for the sensation to rise, to feel that buildup to heavenly release; she knew it was coming, and she let her forehead rest on her arm, panting, waiting for it to come.

The climax came swiftly, and I gobbled it up like a hungry wolf. Even under the dimmed lights, I could see her contracting right before my eyes, powerful pulses that radiated through her flesh—which I’m sure would have felt wonderful had it been wrapped around my manhood.

After a chorus of piercing cries, the orgasm slowly subsided. Her vocalisations faded into deep, hard breathing. Rarity’s womanhood practically dripped with desire now, and I decided to leave the warmth and somehow endearing scent of her rear end to begin the next activity.

I stood, but not before giving a soft pinch to her right cheek with my teeth, followed by a kiss on her tailbone as I ascended. She spun around to face me as soon as I released her, wrapping her arms around my neck to come in for a kiss. She could both taste and smell herself on me, her tongue taking samples of it from my mouth and lapping the thick moisture from the tip of my nose.

Rarity paused and leaned back to peel my shirt over my head, her movements frantic, breasts perked up and jiggling excitedly as she wrestled the clothing off and then tossed it aside.

Her hands found themselves on my cheeks as she locked her lips onto mine again, feeling the grit of my stubble beneath her fingertips as she walked me backwards, guiding me until I came up against the counter with a thump. As she began to fiddle with my belt, I reached back to lean on the ledge, but instead knocked the wine bottle into the sink by mistake.

She and I both looked when we heard the clatter, and after watching the liquid glug from the neck to swirl down the drain for a moment, Rarity huffed and turned my face toward hers.

“No matter. It wasn’t that good anyway,” she panted before dropping another smooch on my lips. She squatted rather suddenly, putting her face directly in front of my bulge. Feet together and propped on her tip-toes, she sat on her heels, knees apart, her bare backside sticking out as she undid my belt and swung it aside. My button and zipper were breached in a matter of seconds, and the fashionista quickly gripped the top of my pants to slide them down.

My erection sprang up, missing her nose by millimetres.

“Ooh!” she squealed with surprise, followed by a soft hiss through her teeth when she gripped the shaft by the base. “Naughty boy…” she whispered, her tongue snaking out to plant itself on the underside of my length and then licking it, slowly, all the way up to the head. When she reached the frenulum, she let her tongue glide over the slick bead of pre-ejaculate that’d formed at the opening, which had been squeezed out by her hand.

She pulled away momentarily, letting a glistening thread stretch from my tip to her tongue, giving it a brief taste before opening her mouth wide and plunging it onto my erection. I bit my lip when I felt that moist warmth seal around me, watching her cheeks cave in when she drew a gentle suction, soft lips caressing that throbbing head, her little white hand tightly gripping the shaft.

Once she’d completed a number of short strokes on the tip, she began to venture deeper; her lips passed the ridge and dropped, sealing around the shaft as she continued to descend, swallowing me into that hot wetness. Pleasure began to wash over me. The warmth of her mouth soothed my mind. Aroused more than ever, I closed my eyes and tipped my head back, letting it come to rest on the cupboard behind me.

She stopped most of the way to the base, just when my head began to press against the back of her mouth. Her tongue teased the underside of my length, hugging it against the roof of her mouth as she slowly pulled back; the sensation was brain-melting, sending my eyelids into a fluttering frenzy as her saliva left a glistening shadow of where her lips had been.

She maintained a light suction as she worked, making sure her mouth remained in full contact as it reciprocated back and forth, drawing a continuous stream of pleasure from every nerve ending. A bead of saliva had begun to accumulate on the topside of my length, telling where each stroke stopped; from her bottom lip hung a bubbly thread of spit, swaying back and forth as she bobbed vigorously until it finally broke and fell away, landing between her breasts.

Eventually, once I’d begun to twitch from the sensation, she slowed and withdrew gradually. Her lips hopped over the ridge as it slipped out of her mouth as she lowered herself slightly, rolling her head back so she could let the full length of my erection lay on her face, sprawled upon her cheek, beside her nose and covering one eye.

She savoured its heat against her face, closing her eyes and exhaling through parted lips, which she then used to kiss the shaft after turning slightly. Several more smooches were planted until she reached the head, on which she landed one more kiss. Then she closed her lips around it for a quick suck, followed by a little flick with her tongue.

She leaned forward next to plant a kiss on my abdomen. Keeping her lips parted, she dragged them upwards, leaving a wet trail past my navel to my chest, where she began to kiss some more, warming my skin with her hot breath as her mouth danced over my collarbones, her lips caressing my neck before making their way across my cheek to my mouth.

I leaned in to prepare for a kiss, but instead received her tongue on my upper lip; she licked sloppily, smearing her saliva all the way to the tip of my nose. Then the kiss came. Her lips locked with mine and her tongue buried itself deep in my mouth, filling my senses with her flavour all over again.

Rarity had wrapped me in her arms, intoxicating me with her mouth and tongue as her warm skin pressed against mine, bare breasts squashed against my chest. A soft moan hummed in her throat when I reached down to cup her backside in my hands, squeezing firmly as her smooth belly ground my length between us.

After a soft exhale from her nostrils, Rarity finally broke the kiss and looked me in the eyes. “Oh god, I need you. More than you can imagine; I’ve never been so ready.”

I gave her a little kiss. “How d’you want it?”

“Vigorous.” Her eyes widened with excitement. “Ruthless!” She turned slightly, thinking about what was behind her for a moment before giving me a little smirk. “I want you to bend me over that counter and pound my white arse like there’s no tomorrow; like there’ll never be an—AAAH!”

Before she could finish, I grabbed her by the arms, spun her around and shoved her across the aisle, bringing her against the island counter with a hard thump. After placing my hand on the back of her neck to bend her forward, I swept my foot across the floor to kick her feet apart—first the right, then the left.

With the fashionista’s legs spread wide, I closed in and, gripping her hip to hold her still, aimed my erection between her folds. After a few strokes along the length of her crease to spread her moisture onto my head, I thrust my hips forward and buried the entire thing into that smooth, velvety grip, giving her no chance to prepare before my hips smashed against her derrière.

“Ngaaah!” she wailed, reaching across the counter to hold onto the far edge. “Oh my, YES!” she panted, eyes closing as her body adjusted to the girth lodged deep inside her. “God, I love you!”

Saying nothing, I responded by pressing against her backside even harder, pinning her thighs against the cupboard doors; I savoured the feel of her soft, moist heat wrapped around me, squeezing me with delight. No doubt she loved the feeling of fullness I’d brought into her. That slender figure of hers was tinted with a warm glow under those dimmed lights, her feathered, unkempt hair fanned across her back.

Holding Rarity’s hips with both hands, I withdrew slowly, watching that thin web of pink flesh at the rear of her slit drag along my length as I inched my way out, coated in her juices. I watched the light dance off of the veins covering my shaft as I pulled back, stopping when only the head remained inside; I was unwilling to remove the most sensitive part from that heavenly warmth, that soothing, wet texture.

It was a beautiful sight, and a beautiful feeling.

Eager for pleasure, I pushed forward and slid inside her a second time, and then a third, all the while watching her moisture gather around the rim of her entrance, building in volume with each stroke until it covered the short distance between her womanhood and the other little opening that neighboured it.

Rarity gripped the edge of the counter for dear life, moaning and howling with pleasure as she was drilled deeply from behind. She enjoyed it more than she thought possible, having ached for it all night long; each thrust was a miracle, every inch of that girth like a prayer being answered. She was more than content to just lie there, getting fucked hard while her forehead rocked on the countertop, feeling my hips smack her ass over and over as her nipples raked that hard, flat surface.

Delightful sensations filled us both, sensations that took a toll on the fashionista’s threshold—she was already beginning to tighten, and the pitch of her voice elevated rapidly, signalling the imminent bursting of the proverbial dam. I looked down at that white derrière to watch my erection reciprocate between the bottoms of those little round cheeks; the motion of our lovemaking had created a continuous feed of little gusts that wafted her musk into my nostrils, filling my mind with a vivid image of the soft flesh that I was wrapped in, making me appreciate the smoothness of her arousal and the tight warmth of her interior that much more.

I was torn from the imagery, however, when she lifted her head and cried out.

“Ohh! I… I’m getting close, darling! My god, fuck my pussy!” She shook her head rapidly, thrashing her hair about. “Don’t stop! Let me have it!”

Rarity let out an ear-shattering scream when her interior clamped down on my length like a soft vice, squeezing and pulsing violently as her legs quivered out of control, making her knees beat rapidly against the cupboards. “Yes… that’s it!” she gasped.

“You like that?” I asked, laying a swift spank across the right half of her backside.

“Ahh!” She jumped suddenly and perked her head up. “YES! YES! YES!”

Panting, she reached back and placed her hands on mine, squeezing them hard as I continued to hang onto her hips. Her womanhood had clenched so tightly I was forced to shorten my strokes to avoid being ‘spat out,’ and so I kept myself pressed against her hips, pulling back only an inch or two while I savoured those sharp pulsations, listening to her heavy breathing as she rode the orgasm to the end.

The sight of Rarity getting off this intensely was an unimaginable turn-on, and it sparked the beginnings of my own ascent to glory. Could I hold out until she’d had another? We were going to find out soon enough.

Her flesh was like heaven. Her nectar was smooth. It covered me completely, letting my length glide through that hot interior like it was nothing, teasing my throbbing head with her tightness, her soft, rippling texture; every thrust was like a long-jump towards the end, bringing me closer to bursting with surprising swiftness.

The sound of our movements had become wetter, and her cries were now softer and noticeably more hoarse. She was clearly in the middle of a blissful plateau; I, however, was raging with excitement, my loins building with enough pressure to blow a hole in a cement wall.

Panting, Rarity looked over her shoulder at me, her frazzled hair wrapping around her cheek when she turned. “Ohhh... You close? Are you gonna cum for me?”

Evidently, she could feel my erection flaring inside her, its ridges becoming more pronounced as it continued to move in-and-out, ready to unleash a furious spread of that hot, thick fluid all over her insides.

A small, but triumphant smirk found her lips, and she reached back to stroke my arm. “Yes… give it to me, my love; I want you to fill me with everything you have!”

My skin became riddled with goosebumps when her fingertips brushed my chest. By then, I could handle no more; the tension finally snapped and my orgasm had begun. I held her hips fast and thrust deep, forcing her against the counter as my manhood throbbed violently within her, pumping that hot payload inside.

Rarity grabbed my arm and squeezed it when she felt those powerful shots hit her cervix again and again, eyes closed, mouth open. I watched her, loving how those thin, purple brows furrowed as she no doubt pictured in her mind the white mess that was pouring into her, permeating her with its thick heat, soaking into every detail of her interior.

“Oohhhh…” she moaned, her eyes opening slowly to watch my face as the blasts gradually reduced to weak spurts. Her shoulders heaved with each breath; she smiled lovingly, giggling and then biting her lip when she felt me twitch inside her, signalling the arrival of the afterglow.

“Mmmmm...” Her hand slid away from my arm and flopped onto the countertop. “That was… fucking perfect, darling—a bit brief compared to the usual, but satisfying nonetheless.” She faced forward and put her head down, drawing a deep breath and then releasing it.

It was a bit brief, wasn’t it? I thought as I looked down at her backside. I was still pressed firmly against it; not one millimetre of my manhood was visible, all of it still lodged deep in that hot little chamber with its gooey new roommate.

I traced the inside of my teeth with my tongue as I stared vacantly at the puckered little hole between her cheeks, ruminating on my performance. Granted, she did have a pretty intense orgasm, but I was still somewhat disappointed in myself for finishing so soon.

She was so hot, though!

I just couldn’t handle it, despite her being rather filthy —covered in dried blood and, quite frankly, a tad unhygienic— along with her hair being totally out-of-whack. She was just so turned on it was hard not to be aroused by it.

My eyes traced her smooth, lovely back, amazed all over again by that smooth, snowy skin. She was still, other than her back rising and falling with her breaths, and I found it hard to believe that this beautiful young woman single-handedly murdered an entire room of people just hours earlier.

That was part of the reason I fucked her so hard. She’d been a bad girl.

I looked down at her backside again, chewing my lip. She deserved the punishment I gave her —or the reward, depending on how you look at it— but was it enough?

I shook my head.

She only came once. I placed my hand on her right butt-cheek and gave it a gentle squeeze, which caused her to open slightly. My erection was still firm, but was poised to begin receding shortly, and it was still quite sensitive, too.

But she deserved more. She earned it. I knew I could reinvigorate this erection if I had to—plus I was willing to endure a little self-punishment if it meant giving her a romp she wouldn’t forget.

After a deep breath, I bit my lip and withdrew slowly, watching my length slip out, coated in a thin, white glaze. Just when I could see the ridge peeking out from that thin, pink rim of flesh, I paused briefly, and then shoved myself back into that thick, sloppy canal.

Her head popped up immediately. “OH! Darling... what is this!?”

“I never said I was done with you,” I grunted as I resumed thrusting, trying to stop my knees from buckling under the sensation, hoping the post-orgasm sharpness would subside before too long.

“Ahh!… But…” She paused, her breath shaky. “You’re… you’re going to make a mess!” she cried, reaching back to touch me.

I quickly grabbed her arm and twisted it behind her back, pinning it in place.

“Ohhh!” she moaned hopelessly, letting her head rest on the counter again. “So hot! Give me more!”

I gritted my teeth, looking down to watch my length glide in and out from between those glistening, pink petals. Her enthusiasm excited me, and the thick, gooey sensation of fucking her cum-filled pussy made quick work of bringing my erection back to full rigidity.

The sound had become extremely wet by that point, but I continued on. Eventually, the sensitivity faded into a dull numbness, which remained for a time —allowing me an ideal grace-period during which I hammered that ivory ass like it was my last day on Earth—until it was replaced by fresh pleasure that’d arrived by the time her next orgasm hit.

She cried out with unfettered passion when it took her. Her interior pulsed, squeezing some of the load out around my shaft with a noisy squip as I pummelled endlessly. Long, white ropes of cum swung between her legs, swaying and wobbling each time I jammed my hips against her, making her cry out when one of them swung to the side and stuck to her thigh.

It felt smooth and thick, almost completely obscuring the texture of Rarity’s interior. It was a much thicker lubricant than her arousal, or my pre-ejaculate. It was certainly not without its own appeal, however; a feeling of naughtiness accompanied the slick sensation, and the idea that my seed was being spread all over our sex and was being jammed even deeper into her set us both on fire.

The feel of it triggered another climax for the fashionista, and I slowed my pace slightly to let her enjoy it, looking down between her cheeks to find a creamy, white perimeter that’d accumulated around her entrance.

Once her depths had stopped pulsating, I released her arm and took her by the waist with both hands, standing her up.

After withdrawing from her, I turned Rarity around to face me. I found her face flushed with her hair strewn across it, blowing outward as she giggled breathlessly at the warmth that was now gushing down her leg.

I leaned in and kissed her, not caring that’d I’d pinned a few strands of hair between our lips. I turned her to the side so the island was on her left. Then I reached down to lift her by the legs, prompting her to yelp and grab my shoulders, hanging tightly as I lowered her onto her back. Her breath hitched sharply when her skin touched the cold floor, but her body heat warmed it quickly as I gripped her legs by the backs of the knees and held them apart.

“Yes…” she panted, noticing the white ring of cum around the base of my shaft, which had been formed by a countless number of thrusts.

Her womanhood fared no better; with her legs apart like this, those pink folds of hers separated, sporting a thick layer of icing like the gob that’d gathered at the rear of her crease.

After noticing more of it still seeping from within, I lowered myself and angled my hips to aim my length at her entrance. Rarity reached down to help, placing her fingertips on my head to push it down and place it between those soft petals.

I slipped inside and resumed thrusting while Rarity licked her fingers clean, watching the mess continue to unfold as more cum coated my manhood, building a frothy, white perimeter around her entrance with each thrust. Because of the low light, I hadn’t yet noticed how much of it had run down her thighs, but it wasn’t long before the gleams of light reflecting off her skin revealed just how much of the stuff had gushed out of her.

All of it —her heat, the slickness of her interior, her sex-glazed skin and frazzled hair, her breasts rocking with each thrust, her brows furrowed with pleasure as her soft moans filled the room— everything about this scene drove me crazy, and my pace had unwittingly gotten so intense that that telltale tingle had begun again.

The fashionsta was nearing another climax as well. It was obvious by the sound of her voice, by the way her body tensed, and how her nipples had stiffened and stood tall on her breasts.

I raised her legs to lift her backside from the floor, changing the angle so that my length hammered directly against her G-spot. This method seemed to have an immediate and positive effect; she reacted by squeezing her eyes shut, her voice rising in pitch as her interior clenched down on me. I was stiff as a board by then, my erection nearly bursting at the seams within her soaking wet flesh.

“I feel it… again…” she panted, teeth gritted. Her legs began to shake within my grip, signalling the arrival of another orgasm.

I had fallen over the edge at the same point as her, but just before that first shot fired, I withdrew from that gushing, pink heaven to unleash it upon her body.

Her climax stared just as I slipped out, and the sudden relief of pressure triggered a stream of hot, clear fluid to squirt from between her folds. She cried out with delight as it splashed onto her belly, soaking everything up to the underside of her breasts while, simultaneously, my first shot fired and struck her just above her left eye, dripping down and partly catching in her eyelashes before running down her cheek.

She flinched and then clenched that eyelid shut when the blast hit her; she let out a soft moan and tipped her head back, expecting more to follow.

Surprisingly, the second shot soared clear over her head and landed on the floor somewhere behind her, with just the very tip of its tail tracing a thread across her hair. Part of the third shot, however, hit her upper lip, with some of it entering her mouth and landing on her tongue while the rest of it ended up slung down her chin and throat.

Rarity’s panting came to a sudden halt when she her mouth snapped shut in surprise, her tongue rolling the unexpected treat around to sample its flavour before finally swallowing it. I released one of her legs to reach down as the fourth shot landed between her breasts, aiming my manhood downward to fire the final shots directly onto her crease, slathering it in a warm blanket of that thick, white syrup.

At last, I was drained, and Rarity was double-satisfied. We remained in our respective positions, panting deeply. Still holding her other leg, I let my eyes explore the mess of a woman that laid before me. Licking the cum from her lips, she kept her left eye shut tight so the warm, gooey streak, which had taken on a crimson hue as it ran down her cheek, wouldn’t get into her eye. Her breasts and belly were soaked in both of our ejaculates, which by then had become swirled with ribbons of dull red, having rehydrated the dried blood on her skin.

I drew a deep breath and exhaled through pursed lips. “Messy night,” I said.

She paused to give me a one-eyed glance. “Yes, well, I… was not expecting it to come to this,” she said as she reached up to wipe her eye with her fingers. When she looked down at herself, she let out an exasperated sigh. “Goodness, darling, look at me!”

I nodded absentmindedly. “Oh, I’m looking.”

She smacked her lips, still detecting traces of the salty flavour that’d been slung into her mouth moments earlier. “I thought I was messy before, but this...” She stopped suddenly, staring between her legs for a moment. “Oh, look at that. You came all over my pussy.”

I furrowed by brows. “Yeah. You didn’t feel that?”

“Pffft…” Her head fell back for a second, then she looked at me again. “Honestly? There was so much going on, I didn’t even know what was happening.”

“Fair enough,” I said, noticing her landing strip soaked that thick, white juice.

Then she interrupted me by reaching out and snapping her fingers repeatedly. “Phone!”

I looked up at her. “Huh?”

She pointed to the handbag sitting on the counter. “Fetch my phone please, darling; I want a picture.”

I cocked a brow. “Of what? This?”

She nodded. “For Fluttershy.”

I stared at her for a moment, then I stood to retrieve her phone. “That makes sense, actually,” I said, digging around in the bag. When I found the device, I held it out to her.

Rarity pointed at me. “You take it,” she said, “and make sure you get everything in the shot.”

“Right.” I knelt down and opened the camera app while she struck a pose by propping herself up on her elbows, spreading her legs to display that creamy prize. “I can’t believe we’re doing this,” I chuckled, receiving a giggle as I held the phone up to gauge the shot.

“How do I look?” she asked.

“Fucking filthy.”

“Mmmm… perfect.”

After a pause, I lowered the phone to give her a look. “Lose the duck-lips.”

Rarity rolled her eyes, but was quick to come back with a cocked brow and a sultry smirk.

I snapped a few pictures, which she demanded to inspect before texting them to the shy girl.

“Can you send them to me too?” I asked.

She cocked a brow at me, but then brought her eyes back down to the screen, shaking her head. “Very well.” She jabbed a finger at me. “But you must promise not to show this to ANYONE! How embarrassing would that be? Just look at my hair!”

I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, because that’s the focal point of the picture.”

After hitting send, she tapped the screen a few more times, furrowing her brows. "Hm. It appears I have a missed call."

"Who from?"

"I don't know," she replied, swiping her thumb at the screen. "It just says ‘private number.’"

"Hm."

"Thank you, darling. Here." She sighed as she handed the phone off to me, which I set on the counter.

“OK...” I knelt beside the fashionista, taking one last look at the wicked mess I’d made of her. “You seriously need to get in the shower. You’re covered in every bodily fluid known to man; the blood’s starting to mix with the jizz, and honestly? It’s kinda gross.”

“Very well, I’ll go have a shower... but only if you join me,” she giggled as I scooped her up in my arms.

“I can do that,” I said, rising to my feet to carry her out of the kitchen.

“Good,” she replied. Then she gave my chin a gentle stroke with her finger. “And perhaps… while we’re in there, we could see if you’re able to muster up a round three.”

“Jeez, man!”