Nega-Rarity's Succ&Comb (lewd)

>You're awaken, yet again, by your body's instincts.
>Someone's being suffocated and this someone is you.
>It doesn't take much for you to shift into a better position so you can take a deep breath of stale morning air.
>But as soon as you do, the grip on your neck tightens.
>"Where do you think you're going?!"
>The mare's annoyed voice rings out right above your head. You are locked in her tight embrace with her hooves around your neck and your face being smothered against her chest.
>Rarity, the rotten version, is keeping you attached to herself through the night.
>Even if you're both dirty, sticky and smelly from sweat, she won't let you go, not in the million years. And not because she just treasures you so much.
>Well, she does, but in her own way.
>"Did you forget already? You're mine."
"I get it, I get it, just don't suffocate me," you grumble in a raspy voice.
>"Oh, ready to get up already?" NegaRarara pushes herself away for a bit to see if your eyes are open.
"No, let me sleep some more."
>The mare frowns.
>"Trying to keep me away from my treasure, are you?" she hisses. "Well, it's not going to work."
>You know what she's up to as soon as the pony slides down and kicks the thin blanket off of your lower body.
"No, please, not now."
>"No, I need to have it, it's mine!"
"We've been doing this all night, don't you think-"
>A warm sensation around your flaccid and sore dick stops you from finishing that thought.
>Meanity can't mount you like this, so instead her tender lips encircle your member in a seemingly futile attempt to get you hard.
>After she milked you completely dry last night you don't think this is possible at all. But she has to have it. Even if it's just one drop, she needs it for some reason.
>Even if she always makes you cum deep inside her tight pony snatch, it doesn't really matter where she receives your seed, as long as she gets it.

>It's hers, just like you. Like everything about you.
>You're another piece of junk in her collection and you seem to be her favorite one. Even though her collection is really impressive. Even now you're lying in the center of it, on a mattress among all the junk, like in some sort of crater.
>There's barely any fresh air and the room reeks of endless sex. The milking machine that is this warped version of Rarity doesn't hide the fact that she enjoys you more than any other thing in her collection.
>It does flatter you, the resolve with which she attacks you and drains every bit of passion out of you. Everything you have to offer she will take.
>You know it's not because she likes you so much. She likes to hoard things. That's your only value.
>It's still better than anything you've had in your life. You don't care how pathetic it sounds. She wants you, and when you're faced with a female who stops at nothing to make you cum time and time again, it's kinda hard to rationalize disliking it. The reason why doesn't matter at this point.
>After yet another night of milking you don't think you'll be able to get hard ever again. But here you are.
>This pony works wonders. Not only is she extremely gentle, teasing your tip without applying too much pressure, she also makes cute wet noises while doing it.
>The moist warmth of her mouth feels just right and, to your own surprise, you find yourself getting erect again.
>You just can't win here. The worst thing is, you don't know if you'll be able to satisfy her need that easily. And that means you're in for a long ride.
>For now you're able to enjoy it. Anti-Rarity works her way around your dick thoroughly but with care. She hasn't been with you for long, but she's a quick learner. She knows how to please you.
>The end justifies the means for her. She doesn't feel humiliated, quite the opposite. She's proud of herself when she gets her reward, like she's achieved something.

>Meanwhile, you're fully erect. Your rod disappears in Meanity's mouth fully without any sort of hindrance.
>Now the texture of her throat is squeezing you and, despite you being so tired, you feel so good.
"Rarity..."
>She responds with a satisfied gurgle and disengages from your member.
>"Come on, give it to me. It's mine!"
>There's no sense even talking to her, this is all she has in mind.
>You feel kinda awful for exploiting her obsession like this, but at the same time not really. She's crazy. She doesn't know better.
>The mare changes her tactics, instead focusing on just your tip, sucking it in a steady pace.
>She looks you in the eyes and her gaze is pleading. Not-Rarity's lips are firmly on your cock and it almost looks like she's pouting.
>It's... It's kinda cute.
>Her tongue also joins in, caressing the back side of your tip. A few times the pony loosens her vacuum seal to allow herself to make a circle around you with her tongue.
>"Come on!" she murmurs impatiently.
>To be frank, you yourself are feeling impatient. You know you're close, but not close enough. So you decide to help.
>Your palm lands on Meanity's withers and presses her down on your shaft. She obeys without struggle. If it gets her your seed sooner, she'll accept anything.
>So you start guiding her head up and down, and for some time it's working, but you're still not quite there yet.
>Now your fingers are in her mane, forcing the mare's head to take wide swings. She allows even this.
>Grunting and panting, you focus on finishing as soon as possible, outright fucking her face now. Her mane is in your savage grip and she couldn't protest even if she wanted to. But she doesn't.
>When you look at her, you see that her eyes are on you, and she's almost angry. Angry that you're still not done. Ironically, this is what does it.
>It's so painful to force what little drops there are left in your balls at this point, but also so incredibly good to finally lose the tension in your dick.

>The mare doesn't let go until you stop moving. You immediately go soft again and she has no choice but to consider the deed finished.
>"Yes, all mine," she states, satisfied, licking her lips.
>It's impossible for you to know what she thinks your semen is. Her sense of reality is warped enough that she thinks regular rocks are akin to diamonds, so you don't even bother asking her what exactly is so appealing in your cum.
"Rarity, come on. We can't do it this frequently," you whine at her, covering your face with your hands.
>"Whatever do you mean? I thought you belonged to me."
"I do, sure," you don't even question it. "But you need to make your property work for longer, you know? I'll wear out in no time like this, so if you just let me recover-"
>"No! I know what you're planning, mister. Once you're full of energy again you'll decide to run away and spend it with somepony else. I've seen through your plan and it won't work."
>The poor pony is so fixated on you she thinks you'll breed the first horse you see if only she lets you out?
>She probably doesn't even consider that you would never accomplish that even if you tried... Hell, even getting a single date with any mare seemed impossible for you. Until you found this little gem of a mare. A crazy diamond of a mare, more like, craving you like she actually likes you unconditionally, just for who you are.
>You love to be fooled in such a way, even if you know the truth.
"Rares, you've taken my clothes and all, I can't run away even if I wanted to. I want to be with you, honest. But I want us to, I dunno, be reasonable about it?"
>She contemplates it for a moment and then jumps at you, forcing you into her embrace once again.
>"Fine, be reasonable all you want, but you're staying here no matter what."
"Alright, I'm not disputing that."

>You kinda want to thank her for at least considering it, so you pet her a bit. She doesn't really react, but she doesn't shy away from it too. Right now she seems grumpy, but when passion sparks between you two, she can be really affectionate.
>It bothers you that this mad pace has an effect on her too. She may not realize it, but she's dead tired, just like you. She desperately needs a break.
>An idea comes to mind.
"Rarity, you've been neglecting yourself an awful lot for me. You don't have to do this."
>"Huh? What's this about? Are you..." she tries to connect this line of thought with her usual suspicion of you stealing her things, but can't.
"Here, let me just..." you reach out into the pile of things and take a mane comb out of it - something you've been eyeing for some time now.
>"Oh, this is how it is! Still trying to steal my things?!" Not-so-Rarity assumes defensive stance, but you shake your hands at her.
"No, no! I just want to comb your mane. Is it alright with you? Please?"
>You stand on your knees and try to approach Meanity to touch her head, but she growls at you like some kind of dog.
"Come on, I'm not taking it anywhere. It will always be in my hand right here."
>She tries to watch it closely at all times, so you can't really work like that with her head constantly twisting and turning.
"I'm going to need you to stay still for this."
>"Nonsense! As soon as I look away, you'll-"
"Argh! Fine. Look, we'll do this."
>You stand up and the disgruntled pony follows your every movement with her eyes.
>"No, don't touch it! It's mine!" she barks as you find a big mirror still standing proud in the pile of hoarded trash.
"Calm down, I just want to put it right here. Look."
>Before the mare it stands, reflecting you both. What a pathetic sight you are. Dirty and naked, like some sort of hobo. That's what this kind of lifestyle does to you.
"See, you can watch it like this even when I work."
>"Hmph."

>Even if she has her doubts, she allows it. You smile and start working.
>To be honest, you don't know why you do it. It's just... It's still Rarity. A botched, deranged, insane version of her.
>But it doesn't mean she can't be just as groomed as the real deal. In fact, her being disheveled like that looks just wrong.
>So you arrange her mane like you've always wanted. It's not as vibrant as the real Rarity's, nor does it have the volume and the strength to hold a form like that, but it's something.
>It's kind of a meditative experience, for both of you. Your methodical motions keep the pony's attention and for once she's not acting neurotic and jumpy.
"Now the tail."
>Meanity watches the mirror closely. You notice that her mouth is slightly opened. Like she's entranced by the act.
>The tail of this pony doesn't even curl properly. But it will have to do.
>Finishing your work, you put the comb right in front of the pony.
"Here, all done. Don't you feel better already?"
>"I..." she can't find an answer. "I guess."
"No worries. I'll do it again later, if you want."
>She remains silent. You put your hands on her shoulders, hugging her from the back. And she leans into it.
>Closing her eyes, she says, satisfied:
>"I think it was the right idea to keep you mine."
"Sure was."
>You both look at each other in the mirror. After some time you notice that the mare doesn't open her eyes - she is breathing deeply and is completely relaxed.
>Smiling, you take the pillow and put it under your back. Leaning on it, you feel relaxed as well.
>With sleeping crazy hoarder in your arms, you fall asleep again.