Rarity and anon quicksand clop thing (AnthroXHum,Futa,BDSM)

>>4847902

>It's safe to say your life isn't going very well
>Since at the moment, you're up to your chest in quicksand and struggling to stay afloat.
>Unfortunately, this seems to be a struggle you're destined to lose, since the yielding forest mud has the consistency of thick pudding, combined with all the support of a cloud
>And the shifting,slurping bog really, really seems to like you. A lot.
>In fact, it really seems to want you to stay awhile.  Like, maybe forever.
>You consider screaming for help, but decide that that's probably not the wisest move--
>"Ah, there you are, Anon. What a fine mess you seem to have landed yourself in."
>The dulcet voice is instantly recognizable.
>The owner of that voice steps into view from behind a tree, six feet of unicorn mare, dressed in skintight white pants, thigh-length boots and a halter top, with an expression of cheerful malevolence on her beautiful face.
>She squats carefully at the edge of the muddy pool and leans forward, smiling.  "If you truly wished to leave my service, you might have just asked me, dear. I could have given you a faster way out.
>"Or at least a cleaner one," she sneers. "What a filthy little boy...filthy in more ways than one," she says, and spits into the mud next to you.
>"An Everfree quicksand bog is an appropriate dumping ground for a perverted little thief like you..."
>You paw at the bog's surface, trying to stay afloat.  The sticky goo is now nearly at your neck.  "If you let me drown, you're never getting your precious ruby back." you gasp
>Smiling, Rarity pulls a rope out of the bag over her shoulder.  "Perhaps we can work up a trade, Anon.  The ruby for this rope?"
>She holds out her hand.  "This is a limited-time offer, darling.  Limited for you, that is....I have all the time in the world, but you don't seem to have very much left, do you?"
>Carefully, you remove the gold chain from around your neck.  "Very wise.  Throw it to me, darling," she says.  "Chop chop."

>>4848387

>Mindful of the shifting goop, you carefully toss the necklace with its attached gem to the ground beside her.  She picks it up with a manicured hand and drops it into her bag.
>"Very good."  She holds the rope down to you, and you grab for it.  But as you snatch for it, she pulls it out of reach.
>"Ah ah ah," she says.  "First, I can't say you seem to appreciate all the trouble I went to, acquiring you and training you..."
>"Crazy bitch," you hiss. The mud shifts and gurgles.
>"Such disrespect for your mistress," she says.  "An example needs to be set.  And you're in the perfect position, I think..."
>Her white trousers are sporting a huge bulge.  You gulp.  She licks her ruby lips as she stands up
>"First, a few minor precautions..."First, she ties off the rope to one of the trees on the bank, and loops the other end beneath her arms.
>"So that I don't end up in the same predicament as you."  And then, she carefully unbuttons her trousers, and her massive marecock springs free.
>"tempting to force you to unzip with your teeth," she says, "But I think you may not have quite enough time left.  So we'd better make this quick, shouldn't we?"
>Carefully, she steps into the bog in front of you, the shifting quagmire shifting around her boot.  the mud, softened by your struggles, accepts the leg like porridge
>In seconds, she's settled in the mire to her upper thighs, her bloated, rampantly erect marecock only a few inches above your upturned face.
>"the name of this delightful game," she says, "is 'Beat the Clock.'" Her cockhead is dripping with precum, and a pearly strand of it descends toward your face. She's biting her lower lip as she watches you slowly founder
>"If you can make me cum before you go under, you get a prize--one free rescue!  Also, acceptance back into my service--"
>"You bitch," you hiss.  "You utterly crazy bitch."
">That's Mistress Bitch to you," she giggles.  "Your duties wont' be as...pleasant from this point on, of course.."

>>4848560

>"But, you'd be alive to perform them, at least.  Well, for a while."
>"But, should you FAIL to please me to completion before your time runs out," she says, "For your sake, you'd better hope there's an afterlife."
>She wiggles her hips in the mire, and her boot-tops disappear into the gooey muck.  And, not incidentally, the motion costs you another inch or so.
>Grinning, she grabs your hair and pulls your head foward toward her bloated, dripping cock.  "Let's begin, shall we?"
>You can smell the scent of excited mare and the musky, sweaty scent of marecock and precum even over the herby, leafy scent of the mud, and your face is already spattered with her juice.
>Without a lot of options, you open your mouth, and take her in.
>Her cock is huge, and she pushes it into your mouth.  You find yourself gagging as it hits the back of your throat.  She sighs contentedly
>"What a delicious mouth you have, Anon," she says, and pulls it back, covered in your drool, only to slide it back in again.
>You're well-trained by this point.  You know what the mare likes.  You relax your throat as much as you can and try to put your mind elsewhere as the huge organ pushes its way down
>And in a second, your lips are kissing the base of her marecock, your nose mashing into her raven-black patch of pubic hair.
>You look up at her, your eyes watering, see the underside of her proud, heaving breasts.  She's looking down at you with her beautiful eyes dark with lust and her mouth half-open
>The mire gurgles around your neck, even as she begins to slowly fuck your mouth. You try to pull your arms free, but they're packed into the quicksand with an airtight suction
>"Your mouth is like the perfect wet cunt," she muses.  "I think I outdid myself during your training..."
>She pulls out of your mouth with a wet POP, and leans forward, bringing her balls toward your upturned face.  "Suck my balls, slave," she murmurs, and lowers them slowly into your mouth

>>4848755

>the mire is lapping at your lower jaw, covering your ears.  All you are is a desperate gasping face and an upturned mouth, helpless for your mistress' use.
>All you can hear are her soft moans over the suck and slosh of the quicksand around you. You manage to pull an arm free and grab the only thing at hand--your mistress' ass
>She gasps at the touch as you suck first one and then the other of her precious orbs into your mouth, your lips working at it like they'd worked at her cock.
>Your mouth is filled with the taste of sweat and maremusk as you work the wet plums of her testicles
>Sighing, she pulls them out of your mouth with a gooey pop and guides her cock back between your lips. Helplessly, you accept her into you.
>"I think you're going to lose, Anon..." she says, thrusting into your mouth.
>She brushes your cheek with her soft hand as the mud closes in, and the last thing you see as the warm mire closes over your eyes are hers, dark and mysterious and strangely loving.  "I was always fond of you, my dearest pet," you can barely hear. "You were the most faithful of my slaves..."
>Her cock continues to fuck your mouth, the faintly metallic taste of the clay mud mingling with the taste of Rarity.
>You barely hear as she murmurs your name one last time, and as the quicksand finally swallows you completely, all you can taste is her cum.

>Lotus fishes the panties out of the mud pit with an expression of distaste.
>Grimacing, she reaches deeper into it and retrieves a thigh-length boot, which is pretty much completely ruined, a pair of skintight white pants and a halter top.
>"We're gonna have to drain the pit again, aren't we?" says Aloe. "That's...what, the third time this month?"
|>"What in the name of all that's holy are they doing in there, anyway?" says Bulk.
>Both Aloe and Lotus stare at the masseuse. "What?" he snaps..

>Be Anon.
>The two of you are in the shower, soaping up.
>She's washing and rinsing her long hair, while you take care of the bottom half. A few minutes ago, you were privileged to help soap and rinse your mistress' magnificent breasts.
>Right now, you're kneeling on the floor of the shower, carefully stroking and washing Miss Rarity's beautiful marecock and balls and cleaning the mud from them.
>You can still imagine you taste the delicate flavor of her cum on your tongue.
>She sighs as you gently wash each of the beautiful eggs with one hand, your other hand stroking her magnificent, tumescent organ back to hardness.
>You take as much of the beautiful sack into your mouth as you can and suckle for a moment before letting them free, and your tongue play across the sensitive ridge between them and her magnificent asshole before diving in for a taste
>As you stroke her beautiful marecock, you reflect that you could eat this asshole all day. her silken sighs are like music.
>She presses her hands to the shower wall and spreads her legs, giving you better access to all of her intimates. You pause sucking her asshole for a moment.
>"That was a nice game," you say. "I think you managed to hit five or six of my kinks at the same time. Seriously, how much did this cost?"
>"Anon!" she says, aghast. "Don't ask how much a lady's gift costs. Suffice it to say this is something I'd been planning for a bit..."

>"A few illusion spells, some nice sexy lingerie, and a cute little sketch, and we're set for the afternoon," she sighs.
>You resume working your tongue into her tight little pucker as your hands slide and stroke her gorgeous cock and the warm water sluices over you both.
>You can feel it twitch and pucker around your tongue and against your lips as another orgasm approaches. You slide the fingers of one hand into her and find the little walnut of her prostate as you pull back and suck it into your mouth.
>She groans and grabs the back of your head, pulling herself in deep. "Oh Luna, Anon, I'm...OHHHH..." and she empties herself into your throat.
>You smile up at her and kiss the bottom of her marecock head, sticky with your saliva and her cum. "Gift or not, I'd hate the see the bill," you say.
>"As you would say, 'Totally worth it.'" she grins and bends down to kiss you, tasting herself upon your lips. "I'd thought we'd have a nice lunch at a sidewalk cafe after this, but...something tells me we'd be better off eating lunch at home in bed," she says. "I find I'm not very hungry--at least not for food, anyway..."
>Which has to be the best way to spend an afternoon, you reflect. Best anniversary gift ever.