A Helping Hand P7

>You are now Rarity.
>And your heart is pounding.
>He came home! He’s here!
>”Anon! Darling! I’m here!” You call, as you drunkenly flop yourself down the stairs, speeding out of his room.
>As you approach the door, however, you’re met with none other than Fluttershy.
>WHY IS SHE SMILING
>The alcohol helps to apply a very uncouth wave of resentment to your face.
>”What do you want?” You scowl. This harlot slept with your Anon, and you were NOT going to share.
>HE IS NOT ALLOWED TO DRAW LITTLE HEARTS WITH FLUTTERSHY IN THEM.
>DAMN STRAIGHT
>”I…I…” The smile quickly escapes her. “I…just wanted to tell you thank you for letting Anon massage me…”
>SHES PLAYING COY. OH IT IS ON.
>”I…simply suggested that he was a talented masseuse. Nothing more.”
>”Oh, he was UNBELIEVABLY talented.” She is now grinning at you.
>Well played, Fluttershy.
>”He hit ALL the right places…” Her eyes are darting around, and a rosiness comes to her yellow visage. “…and…I think he REALLY enjoyed himself…”
>You slam the door on her, hearing an EEP as her mane gets caught in the door.
>IT HAS NEVER BEEN MORE ON THAN IT IS ON RIGHT NOW
>You storm into your room with a grin, making sure to shut the door.
>Today is going to be a good day.
>You are now Anon.
>And the sun is beginning to set as you slowly make your way into Ponyville.
>And by the princesses your head hurts. The alcohol hasn’t worn off either. Your legs drag with each step.
>There was not a part of you that wasn’t drained from today’s…antics.
>Ponies are starting to close up shop, dragging their carts back home as you pass the marketplace.
>As usual, the ponies don’t regard you much. They’re more likely to carry on their own merry business without having to worry about some six foot tall hairless ape monkeying around.
>The joke makes you smile weakly.
>”Heya Anon!” A voice calls to you from your right.
>Oh hey, it’s Applejack.
>You turn to her and oh wait she’s already here. You see Big Mac dragging the apple cart back to the farm behind her.
>You smile. These ponies were so easy to like.
>”Howdy Applejack. Closing up shop I see?” You try to sound upbeat, but your haggard features pummel that fake enthusiasm to the ground.
>”Sure am Anon. I…I know it ain’t my place but is everything alright?” She saw straight through you. Honesty. Of course.
>You’re at a loss. No one would believe you about Rainbow or Fluttershy raping you, but you’re way too tired to lie any more. Enough is enough.
>You regale your story, starting from the morning with Rarity’s outburst, then the incident at the Spa, and then the problem with Rainbow. She listens quietly, nodding her head.
>”Yeah, that sure sounds like them.” She stifles a laugh and gets a better look at you as you pass through some more light.
>”I…can tell yer pretty worn out. C’mon, I’ll walk you home.”
>You appreciate the company. Especially the company of someone who wasn’t going to rape you.
>That was the important part.
>”Well, Anon,” She says, “…Estrus does funny things to a filly. I don’t know how things are on yer world, but there’s a goshdarned good reason the stallions leave. Now I’m not one to say nothing bad about my friends, but I’m bettin’ that Flutters sure didn’t mean any harm, and Rainbow was just lonely. Me and Rarity never really get along to begin with, so I can’t help you none there.”
>She smiles at you, and you sigh, smiling weakly back
“Things back home were a lot different, I can tell you that. Fluttershy and Rainbow might have been arrested for what they did. Not to mention…how am I supposed to act around them now?”
>”Just be honest, sugarcube. They’re still your friends, ain’t they?”
>She was right. In this world, forgive and forget was pretty much standard. It might take a while, but maybe you COULD FORGIVE FLUTTERSHY FOR TAKING YOUR VIRGINITY AWAY FROM YOU.
>You’re too tired to even get mad, but the thought frustrates you.
”Yeah, they are. It’ll just take some time, I guess.”
>She nods her head in approval.
>Soon, you’re in front of the place you’ve been trying to avoid all day.
>Carousel Boutique. And within it…lies your fate.
>Your body tenses up. This could be it, you know.
>Oh god you can even smell her perfume from here.
>Sweat forms on your brow and your hand shakes a little.
>Much to your surprise, Applejack notices, and nudges you forward with her muzzle.
>”Go to her, Anon.”
>Wait what.
>Surprised as all hell, you look to her, and she has a sly smile on her face.
> “I bet Fluttershy has already stopped by, and I bet she ain’t too happy with her neither.”
>Guess you’re not hard to read at all.
“I…thanks Applejack.”
>She nods her head at you and trots off.
>Moment of truth brain.
>You take a few steps, and cringe, opening the door slowly…
>To an empty Boutique.
>…well that was anticlimactic.
>The darkness is rather unsettling. The boutique generally stayed open late.
>You decide to investigate, see if you can find where she went.
>Sweetie Belle is asleep in her bed, in her room. God that filly is adorable. You give her a smek on the cheek and she smiles in her sleep.
>Leaving the sleeping pony, you first look through her inspiration room. Nada.
>She isn’t in the kitchen and not even in her bedroom.
>Your struggling conscience has to resist smelling her pillow.
>CALM DOWN ANON
>Right, sorry.
>Your eyes then dart to the stairs, and up to your door.
>Within that room lay all of your possessions in this world. Your clothes, your knickknacks…your journal.
>You know, if she really did burn everything it really wouldn’t make that large of fire.
>The thought made you a little sad, but it was humorous in a dark way.
>You slowly scale the steps. You can hear your heart beating in the primal silence of the boutique.
>You were terrified. As you approached the door, you felt every molecule in your body shaking.
>This was your moment of truth.
>You push open the door and…nothing could have prepared you for this.
>It was something out of your dreams.
>Rarity, in all her divine beauty was laying on your bed, looking directly at you. Her mane was worn in an updo, her bountiful curls cascading about her perfect crown.
>Wordlessly, she slowly slides off of your bed, her sapphire globes half lidded and piercing into you.
>BONER ACHIEVED GENTLEMEN. THIS IS THE MOMENT WE’VE BEEN WAITING FOR. WAIT WHAT IS SHE WEAR…OH MY
>That is when your jimmies screamed their last rustle.
>She wore delicate black lace panties, the intricate patterns stark against her immaculate coat. Paired with this was a black bodice of the same lace, adorned with small flowers of royal purple. Lastly, she wore stockings, lace at the top, and a deep purple towards her hoof.
>Your brain promptly shuts down, and your boner painfully arches against your pants.
>A silent moment passes, and the mare of your dreams is gazing up at you, eyes filled with desire.
”I…Rari…” Was all you could get out before she puts a hoof to her mouth to shush you.
>Her horn sparkles azure for a moment, and you are knocked out of your trance violently as those familiar pins and needles strike once again. You wince, but Rarity does not catch it.
>She is too busy lifting you off of the ground and stripping you naked, your boner flopping out of your boxers, ready to go. She places you on the bed, and you feel a trickle of blood pour out of your nose as the pain fades.
>Your heart was ready to burst. Your mind was frazzled. Your body was wracked with unfamiliar aches, yet shivered in anticipation. The incidents of the day had left your libido untouched. Your boner yearned to be touched, and your brain was too tired to tell it no.
>Uh guys, this is the most confused boner we have ever had.
>She shuts the door, and ever so slowly crawls atop you from the foot of the bed, her eyes never once leaving your own.
>The soft silk of her neck was the first to caress your painfully engorged member, and it spat out a few dribbles of precum in appreciation. You faintly smelled alcohol from her hot breath.
>Oh no.
>She had stopped right at your member, her eyes giving you a gaze of wild hunger as she admired it. She wanted…no…she needed it.
>Your dick twitched at the thought.
>That’s what she was waiting for.
>Her horn sparkled again, and a thin line of cerulean magic laced from the tip of her horn to the bed, slithering up your inner thigh. It burnt like an intense cold for the brief moments that it touched your skin.
>The snake of energy gingerly curled around your jewels, the icy-hot sensation giving the rest of your body goose bumps and making you elicit a soft moan. Finally it started spiraling around your member, and you didn’t have any hesitance in moaning aloud for her.
>When it reached the tip, it engorged your member like a glove, the strange painful sensation giving you an intense body twitch, and another moan.
>She was still smiling as she took it into her mouth, all the way to the bottom.
>Her mouth was a godsend. Velvety smooth wetness contrasting against the iciness of the magic. She probably had no idea that this was the reaction you were getting. All she was hearing was the sudden and intense moan that escaped your lips, your hands grasping at the sheets and your toes curling in pleasure.
>Her tongue barely slid against the base of your cock, the flatness enveloping the underside, and she slowly dragged her tongue upwards. Still, her eyes met yours.
>Wow.
>She reached the head of your dick and began sucking on just that, her tongue gingerly teasing your hole, all the while her magic send waves of icy vibration against your shaft.
>Your body squirmed in pleasure. Your mind was far gone, lost in ecstasy as the mare of your dreams made your own dreams a reality. The painful pins and needles added to the intense feeling.
>You moaned loudly, not holding back for anything as your back arched you further into her mouth. Her magic applied pressure in spots around your shaft, her tongue now tasked with running its flat length against the underside of your dick agonizingly slowly.
>When she reached the tip, she applied a single wet kiss to the top of your head.
>That was your breaking point.
>With an animalistic moan, you arch your back and send several jets of your seed all over her soft face. Her magic continues to milk you, smaller spurts of jizz cascading on to the bed. You collapse, panting and sweating like you’ve never before.
>You struggle to meet her gaze as she tenderly licks the excess from your rod, releasing her magic grip and cleaning her face off…
>…by collecting all of it and slowly drizzling it down her throat, licking her lips afterwards.
>Your tired mind cannot handle this spectacle, your will nearly completely gone.
>Without a word, she saunters next to you resting her head on your chest, right above your heart. She magics the blanket over the both of you, and looks at you, her sapphire eyes only a few inches from your own.
”Rar…Rarity…” You mutter, your throat dry, your breaths struggling to resume.
>”Yes…darling…” She utters, her own voice a soft fey-like whisper.
>You manage to pull your exhausted arm around her, holding her close to you, feeling her warmth against your own.
>Your tears begin automatically.
”I love you…Rarity…” you manage, as your tears run down your cheeks.
>You can see her own tears now, the sight making you want to hold her even closer.
>She struggles to maintain her composure, barely managing to whimper before she buries her head into your chest, weeping openly.
>Raw emotion fills the room as the two of you hold each other close, tears flowing freely.