"You put on quite a performance tonight," Rarity said, smiling and trailing her tail over her behind. She and Thunderlane had migrated easily to a late-night hotel, and the private room they selected looked at least like it had been cleaned within the last week. Rarity found her way to the bed immediately, jumped on to it with a little giggle, and sprawled out on her back, spreading her legs and showing herself off to Thunderlane. She giggled again as she tossed her jacket to the side of the bed, and as Thunderlane hopped up onto the bed with her and began eyeing between her legs hungrily.

"So did you," he said. He moved up the bed until his head was level with Rarity's, her whole body overtop of her, towering and shadowing her, making her feel as though he could crush her at any moment... ooh, the tingles again. There was no hiding how wet and horny she was now, she could smell herself stronger than Thunderlane's sweat...

"Mhm," Rarity said as Thunderlane began to kiss her neck and chest, hard and gruff, his stubble raking over her skin and causing her to giggle between moans. "I just wanted to make sure you were—ah!—properly motivated." She giggled and ran her hoof along the back of Thunderlane's head as he left little bites on her neck. "Did it work?"

"Turn over," Thunderlane growled. "I wanna see my prize before I fuck it unconscious."

"Ooh!" Rarity smiled and waggled her butt as she jumped up and repositioned herself on the bed. "How wonderful. I love a stallion who knows what he wants."

"Good. Because this stallion wants that." Thunderlane slammed a hoof into Rarity's backside, causing her to yelp and her cheeks to jiggle. Thunderlane ran his hoof over her butt once or twice before tracing down, further between her legs, and rubbing fiercely, insistently, at her dripping pussy, pushing so hard she half-moaned, half-screamed as her body jerked and moved involuntarily up the bed.

"It's all yours, big boy," Rarity murmured, voice sultry, her head turned over her shoulder as she spread her legs and showed off her dripping cunt. She reached between her legs and ran a hoof along her slit, then reached down with her other hoof and spread herself wide, giving Thunderlane a full and proper view of the slippery pink inside of her pussy. She slapped herself a few times for good measure.

"Come and get it," she said, her tongue sticking out of the corner of her mouth.

Thunderlane growled and lunged forward. One hoof grabbed Rarity's mane immediately, while his other foreleg went around her throat, pulling her close and tightening her oxygen supply at the same time. Thunderlane was already hard, his cock felt gargantuan, he was rubbing his foreleg against her ass and cunt instead, Rarity shivered when she felt the head of his prick, he was sliding it into place, rubbing it in circles around her wet, juicy slit.

"Please," Rarity begged, letting herself be unladylike at last when she could hold herself back no longer. "I can't take it. I need you to take me. Take me and make me yours, a filthy, desperate filly who's begging for—oh, Celestia, be gentle!"

Rarity held a hoof to her head, feigning weakness.

Thunderlane lowered his face to hers, and growled in her ear.

"No thanks," he muttered back to her.

Rarity's face held her shock as Thunderlane slammed his cock inside her in one solid, forceful motion. She went from empty to full-up just like that, and so full, she could feel him pushing against her walls and poking her up somewhere near her stomach, where nopony had been before, slamming into her gut and making her feel like there was more cock inside her than there was of her around Thunderlane's cock. She felt stuffed. Full. Overwhelmingly and completely owned by the fierce, growling stallion who'd shoved his giant prick inside her.

Rarity kept her shocked 'o-face' as she began to cum. She couldn't speak, especially with Thunderlane's foreleg tightening around her neck, and so she simply jerked her hips back and forth, the difference of minute inches barely changing the feel of Thunderlane's enormous shaft buried up to her womb. It was the only bit of control she could muster, and still it felt like nothing, she was a helpless puppet stuffed with a thick, throbbing stallionhood, left to cum wordlessly until Thunderlane did whatever he wanted with her next.

That, evidently, was to jerk her head back by her mane and stare into her eyes with a hot, hungry fire Rarity had only dreamed of in her most erotic nightmares.

It said: 'You're mine.'.

Rarity let herself belong to him then, whether or not she had a choice in it. When Thunderlane pulled back and his cock slid out of her with a thick, slurping noise, Rarity did her best to cling to every inch, until it was just the thick, throbbing head, and he moved his hips in circles, teasing her with the bulbous tip, until she was squealing, begging in an almost supersonic pitch, and even then, when he slammed into her again, it seemed only because he was bored of toying with her. Rarity gasped and wheezed through her chokehold, and even managed a "Yes, please!" garbled by her constrained lungs. Whether Thunderlane noticed her plea or not was immaterial, he kept fucking her just the same regardless, with a certain, focused fury, making the headboard slam against the wall each time he bottomed out and left a bulge in Rarity's stomach.

The sound of them fucking must have been loud enough to carry through the walls. It might have been loud enough to carry to the next town over, if they were out on their porches and listening closely. To Rarity, it sounded like the sound of hoof to chest, over and over again, some poor, unprepared pony being pummeled mercilessly in the ring by a well-trained victor. It felt like submission, subjugation, being beaten into a pulp by a combination of desire and willpower. It felt like she belonged to somepony, and she was his, completely, for as long as he needed to use her, to make himself feel good. To get his cock to shoot off hot, sticky spurts, leaving long, white strands over her face and mane—or, Celestia forbid, leaving a dripping, gushy mess pouring out of her cunt like a waterfall of cream-filling. She shuddered, managing the bare movement as she braced herself against the headboard and Thunderlane continued to slam her hard enough to leave bruises. She was going to cum again, soon, and she had no idea how long she was expected to stay conscious while enduring this sort of pounding.

She wanted to ask, "Dear, darling, is there anything I can do for you? To make you feel better, to give you a sense of pleasure..." but the words required thought, and thought was impossible, only her raw, physical body could demand attention, and it was constant, reeling her through the sensation of each slam, every time Thunderlane smashed his hips into her butt. She loved the way he took hold of her, the way she could feel the definition of his muscles as his foreleg tightened around her neck...

"Cmmng," it sounded like, as Rarity said it. She ran her tongue around her mouth, which was dry, and tried her best again. "Cmmmngg."

If Thunderlane noticed, or cared, he only showed it by slamming her even harder. By yanking on her mane and slapping her ass with his other hoof as she came.

She came. Borderline of consciousness, gasping and coughing and choking with a dick inside her bigger than her foreleg. She was a little doll, a petite filly overtop of his hulking girth.

Thunderlane pulled out suddenly, the way he had done everything else, with force and purpose. He yanked Rarity down the bed by her mane, spun her around, and lined his cock up with her mouth, waiting for her to part it only out of courtesy.

"Oh, my," Rarity said, still catching her breath, but relieved she'd managed to keep from passing out. "You want me to—mhm!"

Rarity's words were muffled by Thunderlane's cock as he shoved it inside her mouth. 'Suck' had been the one she was looking for, but even that seemed to be off-base, Thunderlane was fucking her face the same way he'd fucked her from behind, with no regard for the choking noises she started making, same as with his grip tightening around her neck. He held her head in place with both hooves, and didn't shove his entire dick down her throat, because obviously, that might have killed her. Instead, he found the perfect sweet spot, right where Rarity could choke and gag and sputter for air, but not so deep that she'd actually throw up or fall unconscious. If there was an art to face-fucking, Thunderlane had mastered it, and his demonstration of his prowess was to pound Rarity with his prick until her mouth was hot, sticky, and full in the aftermath.

It didn't take long. Rarity managed to reach up and fondle Thunderlane's balls as he face-fucked her, even as she was gagging perpetually, and that seemed to push him over the edge, she could feel his body tense up through his nuts and his whole self jerk forward, the loudest grunt she'd heard him make as he shoved his cock even harder into the back of her throat...

And that was it. Rarity felt herself gagging on rope after rope of sticky cum, but she let herself enjoy the sensation, knowing there was no way out until Thunderlane was done using her. He held her nose close to the base of his prick for so long, Rarity felt herself starting to pass out, and only when he yanked her head back by her mane and tossed her down onto the bed did Rarity have a chance to breathe, coughing and sputtering up mouthfuls of cum all over her chest and stomach.

Thunderlane wiped a hoof across his brow before he got up. He went to the bathroom, and Rarity could hear the sink, presumably running cold water, from her place on the bed. She took the time to cough up the rest of the cum lodged in her throat, and tried to tidy the pillows and blankets into an at least somewhat presentable state. She mostly succeeded.

When Thunderlane came back, he got wordlessly into bed and pulled Rarity down next to him. His strong, muscular foreleg went over her chest, and even though they'd finished fucking only minutes ago, his cock was still at full mast as he lined it up between the cheeks of Rarity's butt. Rarity giggled as he moved his hips back and forth, and gasped as she felt him lean in and nibble on her neck.

Of course, she'd been silly to think they'd be done so soon. Fighters usually did three rounds, after all.