Upper Crust (finished, anal)

Even through the heavy wooden door of the restuarant's private dining, you hear snatches of the argument. It wasn't all that uncommon when you're bussing tables in upper-class Canterlot; rich people always seem to be yelling at eachother about something or other. You guess if they don't have real problems, they have to invent some. Still, you try not to pay too much attention, and don't get much impression beyond 'loud and angry.' Canterlot quietly tolerated the presence of you, a human, but only when you were mostly out of sight and mind. You'd found a nice, quiet little niche in the food business, and it suited you just fine; you didn't want to make waves. Cleaning wasn't one of your favorite duties, but since it was for rich ponies it still paid pretty damn well, and you were almost done for the day. Unfortunately, that was when she busted into the room.

"FUCK YOU, JETSET!" She screams behind her as she slams the door in another pony's face. Without sparing you a glance - you're not even sure she's noticed you - she begins furiously pacing back and forth, muttering to herself all the while. "Married for ten years... thinks he can tell me how to spend MY money... think's he can fuck around with any mare old enough for her cutie mark behind my back...!" She rears, stomping both forehooves down angrily on the floor. Her face is frozen in a snarl. "I'll show him! He thinks I need him? I can have any stallion I want! Ohhh... oh yes, I like that. If word got out... it'd humiliate that prick..." Her rage slowly subsiding into a calculating smile, she snaps back to the room, acknowledging you for the first time with the hungry smile of a predator. "You."

Oh, you know where this is going. Fuck that shit, this bitch is crazy. You give a short bow and begin to politely excuse yourself from the room. She cuts you off halfway through your servile little speech. "You're perfect. I've seen you around. Bad enough if I was sleeping with another noble, but riding a disgusting animal like you? Jetset's will be a laughing stock in Canterlot." A flash of anger rises in you at the casual defamation, but you force it down and try one more time to make a graceful exit. She doesn't let you finish this time either. "If you walk out of this room, I WILL see to it that you're fired. And personally make sure you never work in this town again."

You grit your teeth. Check and mate.

Upper Crust simply gives you a superior smirk, clearly recognizing your annoyance for what it is. Her horn lights up, and moments later the two of you are completely naked. She looks you over with the eyes of an appraiser. "Well, not the worst I've ever seen. I suppose it'll have to do." She turns away, lifting her tail and presenting herself, and you force yourself to keep your fingers from curling into fists at her dismissive attitude. "Well? Get me ready, beast. Use that tongue of yours."

No point balking after you've come this far. Reluctantly, you get down on hands and knees before her, taking her flanks in your hands and getting in a good, long lick. You feel your cock begin to twitch in appreciation; she may be a bitch, but she clearly takes care of herself all the same and you've come to appreciate the intricacies of the pony form. If you close your eyes, you're almost able to pretend she's one of the cute mares you've had your eyes on in town. Beginning to enjoy yourself, you lean further in, pushing your tongue into her depths as far as they will go, breathing her scent in deeply as you relish in the taste of her rapidly-moistening marehood. She gives off a happy little sigh and arches her back a bit more, pressing into you. Before long, you find yourself ready, and so is she.

"Stop!" She orders. You're reluctant, and press on for one last kiss on her cute little clit. Her eyes cross slightly from the sensation, but the moment passes quickly as she becomes angry. Her horn lights up, and you feel a tingling sensation envelope your balls for just an instant as her magic surrounds them... followed by a harsh [i]squeeze.[/i] You back off immediately, gasping in pain as she lets go. "I said STOP. I am in charge here, beast. I do not care what YOU want. You will do what I say, when I say it. Understood?" Your fury at her attitude reaching new all-time highs, you nod wordlessly. She seems satisfied that the point got across, and once more faces away from you, offering herself. "Good. Now, rut me!"

It is then, standing over her as your fury wars with your iron-hard erection, that you make one of those very simple observations that nonetheless change everything. Your anger disappears in an instant, replaced by an evil glee at the beautiful simplicity. Upper Crust's back is turned, and her pretty little pussy is completely exposed... as is the tight little asshole right above it.

She said rut her, right? Well, you'd hate to disappoint.

Quickly, you running a hand along her slit and then up and down your cock to coat it in her juices. Once sufficiently lubed, you grab her hips and thrust forward. Hard, not giving her any time to react.

"Wha!? Wait, what are you - AIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

Oh God, her ass is tight. So tight that you don't get very deep at all before her vice-like grip on your cock prevents any more movement. Then, as she clenches in a mixture of pain, surprise, and panic, it's all you can do not to cum on the spot. Gritting your teeth, you ride out the wonderful sensations as her hot, tight ass does seemingly does its best to milk you dry. Gasping, she turns weakly to face you, tears in her eyes from the exertion. "This isn't what I- AHHHHH!" She cuts off in a scream as you take advantage of the lull to push into her again, groaning as she once more clamps down on your length. It's getting a little easier to thrust now, and you increase the tempo, extracting a little cry from her each time you drive forward. You notice her horn light up weakly with a faint light, and quickly reach forward, taking it in your hand and rubbing up and down its length. Unicorn horns are usually just hard keratin, but when the unicorn in question is actively channeling the organ becomes quite sensitive - silently, you thank the biology textbook you skimmed on your arrival in this world.

Upper Crust cries out from the stimulation, the last of her resistance dying out as she fully embraces the feelings coursing through her body. She wanted to be rutted by a filthy beast, and she was getting exactly what she asked for - she just never thought it would be so GOOD. Just knowing that this lesser creature was violating her, dominating her, CLAIMING her so fully, was sending sparks shooting through her as she'd never imagined possible. She begins to whimper slightly, driving back against you every time you thrust, desperate for the hard slapping sound of flesh on fur as you mate with her.

Eventually she cums screaming, nearly blacking out from the hardest orgasm of her life. As her entire body tightens, you drive into her one final time before releasing, filling her still-tight ass with your seed. Pulling out with a satisfied sigh, you watch as her asshole begins to to close, hardly a drop leaking from her. The thought that she'll be carrying your cum around for a while pleases you. For her own part, Upper Crust is reduced to a panting, sweating mess on the floor. She doesn't attempt to stand - she doubts her poor, abused body could take the strain just yet. Feeling pleased with yourself and your creative revenge, you leisurely pull your clothes back on and begin to walk from the room - something told you Upper Crust had gotten the message about insulting you.

"W, wait!" She cries out weakly as you pull the door open. Curious, you turn to look at her. What the hell could she possibly want now? To get in one more blustery threat? Meeting your gaze, she swallows hard before speaking.

"S... same time next week?"