Rarity is addicted to Anon's cum (NSFW)

A note to readers! This isn't a big story, and I have no plans of continuing it. I wrote this as a thread bumper for crossroads https://pastebin.com/u/X-Roads so he could finish up the next chapter of his story, Twilight is addicted to Anon's cum. Sadly, he never did. Sorry to take up all your time with the block of text, I'll go away now.


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>"Oh hello Anonymous, back so soon?
>The mare at the front desk of the hotel flags you down with a hoof, beckoning for you to come over.
>Your shoes clack against the golden tiles on the floor as you pass by a multitude of colorful ponies, many giving you curious glances as you walked by.
>Back in Canterlot, where you lived, most ponies had gotten over your strange appearance and never gave you a second glance when you passed by during the day.
>Here in a hotel though?
>Ponies were checking in and checking out all the time so you were always guaranteed to surprise at least a few with your appearance.
>You reach the front desk and causally lean against it as you wait for the receptionist, Cloudy, to finish checking out a mother and her foal, who was desperately trying to reach over the counter to grab one of the many lollipops kept in a jar for guests.
>Cloudy had a yellow coat with a dark blue mane and spoke with a slight southern accent that had worn away from years of living in Manehattan.
>"That'll be one hundred bits for your two nights, we hope you enjoyed staying at the Golden Château!"
>You weren't even sure the mother was listening to her, since she was far to engrossed in the strange bipedal creature standing next to her.
>Then again, perhaps frightened would be a better word, considering how she was trying to hide her foal from you with her wings.
>Cloudy, sensing her apparent worry, quickly speaks up on your behalf.
>"Oh, there's no need to worry ma'am, Anonymous here is a regular guest at the Golden Château, he's perfectly harmless."
"Hiya."
>You reach across the counter and pluck a lollipop from the jar before ripping off the wrapper.
>You stick out your arm and offer it to the foal who without hesitation swallows it whole before the mother can even protest.
>She quickly scoops her foal back towards her with her wings but does offer you a soft smile as she fishes out the bits from her saddlebags.
>As she trots away, you turn to Cloudy and smile.
"I told you I was good with children."
>She smiles back at you as you talk, seeing as you two had developed a sort of acquaintanceship since you frequented this hotel fairly often.
>"I never said I doubted you, just that I didn't think that mothers wouldn't like you."
"Same difference! You just don't wanna pay up."
>You were referring to the bet you had previously made on your last visit to the hotel when Cloudy managed to make an entire entourage of foals cry.
>That stuffed bear never stood a chance...
>"Alright, how about this, if I can guess what's in your magic briefcase today, you owe me double that."
>You look down at the briefcase you were gripping tightly in your hand.
>Normally, you'd engage in a twenty questions type game with her about the contents of your briefcase.
>Through a series of event you'd rather not remember, you'd bumbled your way into the royal castle and eventually, a game of cards with three princesses and the master of chaos himself- Discord.
>And you WON.
>Of course, you cheated like, a lot, but he was doing the same thing!
>By the time the game had ended, the original deck was filled with about thirty extra aces.
>Really, it was an accomplishment that you out-cheated a cheater considering how dumbfounded he and the princesses were.
>Anyway, as a prize for beating him, or rather cheating him, he gave you a briefcase that you could never lose and was as large as a two-story house on the inside, despite the objections of the princesses.
>Whenever you needed to place something big inside, the opening would widen to accommodate the girth of the object.
>You had actually started living inside of it part time since the apartment you owned in Canterlot was far to small for your liking.
>On the inside, it looked like just a normal briefcase with pockets and folders for paper and pens but you could push in the bottom like a door which led to a room you treated like a storage closet.
>In that room however there was a double door which led to the rest of the house, and it was actually a house.
>There was even an outside with a front lawn but you could never open the front door or any of the windows.
>Probably for the best though, didn't want to fall into the void after all.
>Today however, you definitely did not want to play twenty questions with her.
>You really just wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible today.
>You stick a finger in the collar of your suit and pull it away from your chest, desperate to cool your rapidly rising temperature.
>Even though you could easily lie, you were in a hurry to get a room and get this visit over with, since a certain somepony had sent you a frantically written letter about how they had broken their entire supply of uhhh, product...
>You told her she wasn't being careful enough with it and bet her this very situation would happen.
>You had made sure the penalties for losing the bet were steep, to try to convince her about the importance of all this.
>Unfortunately, despite her outward appearance as a very prim and proper lady, she had a tendency to be very... erratic when she got stressed.
"Uhhh, not today Cloudy, I'm expecting a very long, drawn out meeting with my business associate today. You know how she gets about her precious fabrics and clothes."
>"Ugh, please, don't remind me..."
>The first time Cloudy met her, she broke into a two-hour exhibition on the importance of bright, yet unagressive colors on employees who interact directly with customers.
>All because Cloudy's uniform was dark red.
>She reaches under the desk and pulls out the key for room 375, on the twenty-fourth floor of the building.
>You had wrote in ahead of time and reserved the room seeing as how it was your associates favorite.
>She loved to look out the window and watch the city from high above.
>She was always fascinated by the sheer number of pegasi the flew around above the city, moving things and commuting from place to place.
>You always struck her for the city type but she must have been born in a town if that many pegasi surprised her.
>There was probably only a couple hundred or so at most on any given day.
>You expectantly hold your hand out, waiting for the key, but she held on to it.
>She raises her eyebrows at you.
>Oh right! The bet.
>You fish twenty bits out of your jacket pocket and place them on the table as she spits the key into your hand.
>"See? I knew you could be trained. I just had to put in enough effort."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever, just send her to my room when she gets here alright?"
>She waves her hoof at you to signify her understanding as you speed walk away.
>You had a job to do to and that fashionista's clumsiness was cutting into your work.
>You were paid exceptionally well for your services and you did not want to lose that funding.
>Still, you couldn't help but wonder if she actually held up on her part of the bet.
>She suggested it herself, but you knew she'd rather die than walk around in public like that.
>Now that you thought about it though, if she was desperate to get her fix she might have done anything to ensure you wouldn't reject her.
>You shake your head to dispel those thoughts from your mind, there was no way she did that.
>You needed to focus on your upcoming ordeal.
>Twenty-four flights of stairs.
>You groan and start trudging up the first flight.

>Unbeknownst to you, just as you made your way out of the lobby, a certain somepony made their way through the front doors.
>She kept her eyes pointed at the floor beneath her, constantly adjusting the turquoise scarf around her neck with her magic.
>Cloudy looked up from her magazine as a white hoof tapped the counter.
>"Oh, hey Rarity. What's with the long face?"
>"Yes hello Cloudy, listen, I don't wish to come off as rude, but could you just tell me where Anonymous is? We really do have very important business matters to discuss."
>"He's in room 375, you know, you might feel a bit better if you stopped trying to suffocate yourself with that scarf."
>Rarity didn't hear the remark though, as she was already shuffling towards the stairwell.
>Whatever though, Cloudy didn't care if Rarity didn't want to chat, she never particularly enjoyed her company anyway.

>Finally you had made it.
>Twenty-four flight of stairs had nothing on your superior bipedal stature.
>You opened the door to your room and walked in, thankful to be out of the public eye.
>Bending down, you slide the tip of the room key under the door for Rarity so she could let herself in.
>You would wait for her, but you had a dream.
>A dream of hiding in your suitcase and getting this over with quickly.
>You strut past the mini kitchen by the entrance, kicking your shoes across the carpeted floor.
>Ripping the rest of your clothes off, you throw them haphazardly on the side of one of the room's two beds, it's not like you would be needing them soon, and placed your briefcase down in the center of the floor.
>Flipping the latches up, you open the briefcase and push in the false bottom.
>The trippy perspective switch is unreal.
>It looked like you were observing a picture of a closet from the outside, but you knew that as soon as you stuck your head down there it would transform into a fully sized room.
>Standing up, you can't help but smile as you prepare to enter.
>The entrance was flat on the ground despite viewing the room from the position of a wall.
>No matter what you did, your body would always orient itself the correct way once all of it entered.
>The only exception you had found was when you once taped it to the roof and literally pulled yourself into the room with a rope.
>It felt like you were climbing up the entire time but as soon as your feet entered, the new gravity kicked in and you were suddenly dragging yourself along the ground, rather than magically standing on your feet.
>With a quick shake, you brace yourself and lept feet first into the case.
>You saw the opposite wall drastically increase in size as you seemed to hover above the room for a few brief seconds, air rushing past your face and through your hair before you found yourself standing on the floor, facing the wall.
>Turning around, you can see the popcorn ceiling of your rented room and the, as Rarity had described, the "hideous excuse of a ceiling fan."
>Used to it as you were, you shrug and and open the double doors to the rest of your home and begin making your way down to the basement.
>Stopping in your kitchen for a drink, you fill a glass with a few ice cubes, uncapped your emergency whiskey and poured a small amount of it into the cup, desperate to calm your rapidly fraying nerves.
>Maybe this wasn't such a good idea, Rarity would probably hate you completely if you treated her word on this bet as serious.
>Thats it!
>A lady like her would definitely despise you for considering her serious, but you knew she was one for a raunchy joke or two.
>Well if this was all a joke to her, then two can play at that!
>Running down to the basement, you grab the leash you purchased for her and ran back upstairs.
>Going to the closet you entered the house from, you drape the leash over a nail in the wall, right outside the double doors.
>That done, you head back down into your basement and pull up a chair as you observe the tray full of toys and Rarity had donated to you and described, in great detail, how you were to use them on her should she need more of the stuff before your previously agreed upon date.
>You wondered why she owned this, quite frankly, worrying variety of items.
>You never knew she could describe such raunchy topics with that amount of detail.
>And with that sultry tone too...
>*shudder*
>You really, really hope she was just joking.

>"Anonymous? Pleasepleasepleaseplease open the door, I don't want to be seen like this!"
>Rarity whimpers as she fidgets around in the hallway, desperate to get out of sight of the public.
>"I'm sorry I had to call you away from Canterlot but pleeeeeese! Have mercy on a poor mare!
>Still no answer.
>She looks at her hooves, saddened by the lack of a response.
>"Y-you wouldn't just let me get terribly sick again would you? Y-you wouldn't do that right? I thought you said you cared about me!"
>"Oh!"
>She spots the tip of the key underneath the door and slides it towards her with a hoof.
>"Thank you Anon..."
>Picking it up, she fumbles with the lock for a moment before managing to fling the door open, rip the key out, and immediately slam the door shut with her entire body.
>An immense sigh of relief escapes her lips as she accommodates herself to the privacy of the room.
>"Anonymous? Anonymous darling, are you in here? I hate to be pushy but I really do need to- oh..."
>Noticing the open briefcase, she leisurely trots over to it, disdainfully poking the case with a hoof.
>She was always fascinated by the briefcase and never stopped fantasizing about having such great portable storage, but she absolutely abhored going inside.
>"Well, I suppose I must make a few more sacrifices to achieve my goal..."
>Closing her eyes, she puts one hoof forward and leans down, letting gravity push her the rest of the way in.
>The familiar sensations return, falling, wind billowing around her face, her scarf flapping on the way down, and then the stillness.
>Finally opening her eyes, she breathes another sigh of relief as she found her hooves on solid ground yet again.
>"Alright Rarity. Just a bit more. He's probably waiting in the basement!"
>Steeling her resolve, she pushes both of the doors open and struts into the hallway with a purpose.
>Then she saw the leash and froze.
>"I suppose, this was to be expected..."
>Picking it up with her magic, through force of habit, began intensely scrutinizing it's craftsmanship.
>The leash appeared to be made almost entirely of faux leather, about five feet in total length, and had a silver plated latch to hook onto a collar.
>"Well, at least he didn't get a rusty chain."
>She looks around the hallway, checking to make sure there were no others around, despite the fact that she was inside a magical briefcase.
>"Well Rarity, there's no one to blame but yourself, let's just get this over with..."
>With no small amount of hesitation, she unites the many knots she had made with the scarf, thereby ensuring it would never fall off.
>On her neck was a black, faux leather collar with a velvet inlay for comfort. A small, heart shaped padlock prevented her from removing the collar because, as per the bet, Anonymous had the key in his possession.
>"At least they match well..."
>Snapping the leash onto her collar, she began trotting downstairs to the basement.
>As she passed by the kitchen, the unfinished glass of whiskey caught her eye.
>"At what point did I ever think suggesting this to Anonymous would be a good idea?"
>Levitating the glass over to her, she slammed it down before placing the now empty glass on the counter.
>"Blech! Why can't men ever have a nice selection of fine wine?"
>That said, she fills the glass to the brim and chugs it.
>"Mmmhhm! Alright Rarity, you can do this."
>Forcing herself forward, she goes downstairs and pauses in front of the basement door.
>Was this really worth it?
>She couldn't really take the collar off easily without the key but a good pair of scissors would definitely do the job.
>Just then, a splitting pain pierced her skull, and she punched the wall with her hoof in frustration.
>If she didn't get her fix soon, these headaches would soon become unbearable.
>It's a good thing that Anon flung the door open at that moment.

"Rarity is that you..."
>You weren't entirely prepared to see Rarity standing outside the door clutching her head in pain.
>Or the new hoof shaped indent in the wall, but that was a project for another day.
>"Oh good, you're already naked! Listen Anonymous, can we please just get started? My migraines are returning and I don't exactly fancy another trip to the doctor's..."
"Y-you're actually wearing that collar?"
>You really thought Rarity was joking when she suggested that, you never actually thought she meant it!
>She doubled over as another jolt of pain spiked through her head.
>"Ugh! Yes okay, you won the bet! Walk me like a dog! Use the riding crops on me! Lock me to a post! Do whatever you want but PLEASE! I need it quickly!"
"Uhhh...."
>Dissatisfied by your speed, Rarity flung you against the wall with her magic and began furiously jerking your manhood with her forehooves.
"R-rarity, h-hold on a second!"
>You reach out a hand to stop her but she pins them to the wall with her magic as well.
>"I'm sorry Anonymous, truly I am, but I do NOT want to go through that ordeal again!"
>Despite your vocal protests, Anon junior had less qualms than you about the rough treatment and was already rising to it's full length.
>Seeing that you, or at least your dick, was ready, she violently shoved it's entirety into her mouth in one go.
>Her tongue began massaging up and down the shaft, the moist slippery feeling driving you mad.
>You felt a warmth surround your shaft and balls as she used her magic to stroke and fondle you.
"Woah, woah, Rarity! Breath a little!"
>"Mmph!"
>Angrily locking eyes with you, she defiantly tried to shove it even deeper inside her mouth, as she moved her magic's attention to rubbing your glans.
>Finally giving in to the desire for air, she starts thrusting her head up and down at the speed of a jackhammer, all thoughts other than making you cum thrown out the window.
>As her tongue massages your shaft while still violently jerking her head back and forth and using her magic to jerk you off, you knew there wasn't much time left before the end.
"R-rarity, I'm already about t-to-"
>"Mhmmm!"
>With one final thrust, she shoves her head as far down as she can go, her muzzle mashing against your waistline.
>The warm, moist softness of her mouth proved too much to bear and you blew your load straight down her throat.
>You could see her face starting to turn a shade of red as she continued to deprive herself of oxygen, yet was still unwilling to pull back for fear of spilling a single drop of your semen.
>Thankfully, the magic grip on your hands faltered for a moment and you forced her head back.
"Jesus Rarity! At least breath a bit!"
>She immediately pinned your hands back against the wall, but didn't shove her head back down your shaft, choosing instead to suckle the head while working the length and your balls with her magic, trying to massage every last drop out of you.
>Her mane had frizzled out a bit and lost much of its typical curly-ness from her violent undulations and one of her fake eyelashes had fallen off and was stuck on the side of her cheek.
>The mascara she always wore ran down the sides of her face and her eyes were watery and slightly bloodshot.
>With a final wet pop, Rarity releases you from her mouth and then from her magic, allowing you to have control of your body once more.
>As always, she looks positively disgusted with herself and was clearly on the verge of tears.
>"H-here, do with me as you will..."
>She ties the end of the leash around your wrist and she diverts her eyes to her hooves.
"R-rarity I-"
>"Do you want to whip me first? Or maybe tie me up and have your way with me?"
"I-I don't think I want to do any of those things..."
>She flinches down as low to the ground as possible without actually lying on it.
>"Y-you w-want to walk me... in p-public?"
"N-no!"
>She let out a sigh of relief and sat up, but still looked apprehensive.
>"You won the bet Anonymous. You may use my body as you wish, seeing as I have been using yours to satisfy my disgusting needs..."
>It broke your heart to see a mare with such high standards such as herself lowered to such a depressed state.
"L-lets take this to the hotel room."
>She looks away from you but nods in understanding.
>You tug on the leash, leading her out of the basement and to the first floor.
"Before we do this, we should probably fix your makeup."
>"A-am I not pretty enough for you?"
"Well..."
>You say no more but do point to a mirror mounted on the wall.
>"AARGHHH!"
>Rather than leading Rarity, you found yourself stumbling after her as she rushed to the exit of your briefcase.
>You're a smart person, and normally would've let go, but Rarity had tied the leash to you.
>At least you were getting your cardio in for the day.
>Bounding up both flights of stairs and going into the magic closet, you manage to undo the knot on your wrist before Rarity leapt out of the briefcase and started dragging you through the floor of the hotel room.
>Taking a moment to catch your breath, you take your time to remove yourself from the briefcase, choosing to pull yourself out rather than jumping.
>Getting out of this thing was always much harder than getting in.
>You wanted to jump out, you better have springs on your feet because gravity did not orient itself for you when you left the briefcase.
>You climb out onto the carpet and a dress Rarity
"I'd appreciate it if we slowed this whole thing we've got going down a bit you know."
>No response.
>Well, there was really only one place she could be in the hotel room where you couldn't see her.
>The bathroom.
>You kneel down to your pants that lay abandoned on the floor and fished through their pocket for the key Rarity gave you.
"Rarity listen, I know I'm just a means to an end for you, but would you at least tr-"
>"Oh just a moment darling, I need to fix my makeup before we begin. Unfortunately, I left my usual kit back home in my haste to acquire your ummm, services, and only have this cheap hotel kit they provide. Really, it truly is dreadful how hotels can't seem to understand a true lady's needs and provide adequate supplies to-"
"I'm not going to do anything to you."
>"...Whatever do you mean darling? You won the bet."
>She pushed the bathroom door open and stared at you from there, managing to look much better than she did a few minutes ago.
>Her hair was still a bit frizzly but much of its curly-ness had returned, but rather than placing her missing eyelash back on, she had simply resigned herself to removing the other one.
>Must have been a lost cause.
>"I-I know I'm not as extravagant as I usually am, but this will work for you right?"
>Could she really not get that simple sentence through her head?
"Get on the bed."
>"U-um, w-would you mind closing the window first please? I know they're tinted, but it just doesn't feel right..."
"Fine."
>You trudge over to the large central window opposite the front door.
>Hundreds of pegasi were commuting across the Manehattan skyline, the sun casting large shadows of them across the skyscrapers and the ground below.
>Rotating the blinds to block out unwanted viewers, you turn back to Rarity.
"You can come out now."
>Sheepishly she exits the bathroom, leash in her mouth, and makes her way over to one of the beds.
>Quickly tying the end of the leash to the foot of the bed, she jumps atop it and beckons you forth with a hoof.
>"Listen darling, I know I said you could do anything, and I meant it! But do you mind if we lay out some ground rules first?
>You stick the key into the padlock on her collar and release her before walking to the bed on the other side of the room.
>"I-I... what?"
>You lay down and face the ceiling, mentally preparing yourself for the barrage of questions she was undoubtedly about to bombard you with.
>You feel the bed dip as she pulled herself on the bed with you, prodding your stomach with a hoof.
>"D-do you want me over here?"
"I don't want you anywhere Rarity. Honestly, I thought you were joking about the whole slave thing but clearly, I was wrong. You don't have to do anything I say."
>"I know I'm not as fabulous as I usually am, but does it really bother you that much?"
"What are you talking about? You look perfectly fine. I just... don't want to use you like that. It's degrading."
>She looks around the room as if expecting some kind of trick.
>"I-I don't understand darling. I use you to satisfy my needs, why aren't you using me to satisfy yours?"
"Because you clearly don't want me to. I'm not going to do anything to you without your permission."
>"But you won the bet darling! You have my permission to use me as you see fit!"
"I don't quite think you understand the definition of willing. I'd rather just rest a bit so you can collect your samples and we can get back to our separate lives a bit quicker."
>"Sooo, you don't want to have sex with me?"
"Not really, no. You can get rid of that collar by the way. It's not necessary."
>Slowly, she unbuckled the collar around her neck and placed it on the nightstand by the bed, before crawling up atop your chest.
>"W-why don't you want to use me? Most stallions would jump at the chance to have sex.Oh! A-are you gay? N-not that there's anything wrong with that, mind you, but I simply-"
"No Rarity, I'm not gay. I don't want you because I barely know anything about you and you barely know anything about me."
>"So?"
"So, I prefer to have an attachment with my sexual partners you know? It's not like I'm against hooking up with someone, or some casual sex here and there, but I don't want to treat it like a business deal with a complete stranger."
>Her muzzle scrunches up in confusion at your continued resistance to her advances.
>"I'm not sure whether that's very open-minded minded of you or close-minded. But, are you sure it's not how I look? I could run to a store and-"
"Rarity please, could you just forget about your makeup? You look perfectly good the way you are now."
>"Are-are you sure?"
>You sigh in defeat. Clearly, her high standards were running to her head.
"Think of it this way Rarity. I could tell you exactly four things I know about your life. You know Princess Twilight, you run a boutique, you're an element of harmony and you have ridiculously high standards for your own beauty."
"Lets make another bet! If you can tell me five things about myself, personal things, not observations, I'll put the collar on and you can order me around."
>You smirk in triumph. There was no way she could win that bet.
>She gasps in indignation at the thought of her own ignorance.
>"I'll have you know, I know plenty about you! You know Twilight personally, because she invited you to ththat same party as me, You won a magic briefcase from Discord, he still mumbles about that to this day you know, and you work as a-a, ummm..."
>Her eyes dart to the crumpled up suit on the floor.
>"Business consultant?"
"Psychologist actually."
>"I bet you have a field day whenever you see me huh?"
"I wouldn't call it a field day but you are certainly an easy read in some regards."
>She shamefully paws at your chest with a hoof.
>"I suppose you're right, despite our... relationship, we know each other about as well as strangers..."
>She looks away once again, obviously upset about this entire situation and clearly disappointed in her lack of knowledge on you.
"How about we start over? We'll go get lunch and just talk. You and me. You know, like friends."
>For the first time since the party where this all started, you saw her smile.
>"I think I'd like that very much Anonymous."