FNF 6 - Emasculation & Cumslut Rarity

Anon; Riding a Shining Steed

>Day 1391 in the Crystal Empire.
>The Princess, your good friend Cadence, has called you up to the castle for a meeting.
>You’re not some high powered official, just an alien from another world, but she and her husband, Shining Armor, have always been cordial to you.
>As a matter of fact, since you arrived in their Empire, they’ve seen you as sort of a kindred spirit.
>They’re both transplants from a kingdom to the south that the Crystal Ponies call ‘Equestria’.
>You’ve never been there, but apparently it’s a pretty swanky place.
>Still, the two Royal ponies are more than generous with their time, especially for a stranger like you, and there’s no place you’d rather be.
>Especially since Princess Cadence has a natural talent for hooking you up with the hottest pieces of tail in the Empire.
>Something about ‘spreading the love’.
>Whatever, at least you get loads of fresh horse pussy without even really trying.
>As you pass through the entryway, you’re greeted by the pretty pink pony who rears back on her hind legs and provides you with an enormous hug.
>“Oh Anonymous, thank you so much for coming.”
>You chuckle a little, squeezing her affectionately.
“Sure thing, Heartbutt.  What’s the big meeting about?”
>Despite being married her hubby for several years now, you can tell your chiding nicknames still get a rise out of the pony.
>You note the reddening of Cadence’s cheeks as she quickly drops to the ground and begins leading you into the crystal castle.
>“Ah, right, the meeting.  Well, it’s a little awkward for me to explain.  You have to promise that you’ll hear me out first.”
>As she speaks, the pony with the heart cutie mark seems to trot faster, as though the words would grow limbs and chase after her if she didn’t leave them behind.
>Truth be told, you’re getting a little winded after your trek through the city and up the stairs, but you manage to keep abreast of her.
>Coughing for air, you put on your best smile.
“Well, I don’t really like the sound of that, but you and Shiny have always been good to me, so what the heck, I’ll lend you an ear.  What is it?”
>Cadence is silent for a long while, her gaze flitting from left to right until she finally finds what she’s looking for.
>Tugging you into an open room, she shuts the door behind her and takes a deep breath.
>“I…”
>The words catch in her throat, but after a quick huff of disdain, she tries again.
>“I need you to help me get a rise out of my husband.”
>What?
“What?”
>Sighing, Cadence attempts to explain.
>“I need you to help me get my husband, ‘in the mood’.”
>To your credit, you keep yourself from charging out of the room at top speed, but it’s impossible to stop your eyes from widening and your lips from pressing into a thin, unamused slit.
“No offense, Cady, but you and Shiny are two of my best friends.  I wouldn’t feel right dicking you, especially after all you’ve done to make me popular in town.”
>“Me?”
>A look of genuine surprise crosses the Princess’ face, but it quickly gives way to an amused laugh.
>“No, no, I need you to focus your attention on him.”
>Annnnd nope.
>Shaking your head, you hold up your hands and begin to back out of the room.
“Again, no offense meant, but I am not sticking my pride and joy anywhere in your hubby.”
>Cadence gapes, though a slight blush does creep across her face as she considers that.
>Still, she’s quick to give a shake of her head.
>“That, that’s not what I mean.  Let me try to be clear.”
>Another lengthy pause before she sighs and looks away.
>“I need you to shame him.”
“Like, ‘ha, ha, you have such a small dick,’ shame him?”
>Offering you a wry smile, Cadence cocks her head to the side and raises an eyebrow.
>“Something like that.  Would you be willing to hear my plan?”
“Sure Cady, lay it on me.”
>“Wonderful!  What I’d like to do is…”
>
>Some time later, you hear the familiar clip-clop of hooves echoing through the castle.
>It’s noticeably different from the heavy sound that most of the crystal ponies make, so you’re almost positive it’s Shining Armor.
>A knowing glance passes between you and Cadence, the mare smiling as she puts her hoof on your hand and lets out a low chuckle.
>“My goodness, it certainly sounds like you showed that poor pony a good time last night.”
>You pause for a moment, feeling somewhat awkward that you’re charging into your own conversation right in the middle, but the approaching hoof falls spur you forward.
“Well of course, don’t I always?  I have to thank you though, Cadence, without your suggestions, I don’t think I would know where to look for these needy mares.”
>“One of the benefits of my natural talent, Anonymous, I know exactly what ponies want, and more than willing to take the steps to help them find ways to sate their desires.”
>“Oh, what’s going on in here?”
>Shining Armor is wearing a broad smile as he trots around the corner.
“Shiny!”
>With a cheerful laugh, you get to your feet and meet him halfway.
>Reaching your closed fist down and out, you bump your knuckles against his hoof, then turn your hip to him, slapping your thigh against his flank as the two of you jump towards one another.
>The often practiced move is pulled off with relative ease, neither of you stumbling as you hit the ground.
>Cadence dons a slight smile at the greeting, as you turn and begin the walk to the pink pony with your friend.
>“Good to see you, bro, what’s the occasion?”
“Can’t a guy just come to see his best friend and his wife?”
>“Ha, ha, I guess you don’t really need a reason.  Good to see you though.”
>Shining Armor lets out a tired sigh, the white unicorn settling down beside the Princess with a far off look in his eyes.
>“I tell you, trying to train a fresh crop of guards every season is really taking a toll on me.  But, with another year or so, we should have enough ponies to cover the entire empire.  No more rushing around to wherever there’s trouble.”
>You flop down into your seat, grinning from ear to ear as you lounge in the chair.
“Ah, sounds nice.  Maybe then you can get back to the ins and outs of married life.”
>Cady shoots you a menacing glare, obviously hitting too close to home, but you laugh it off, waving your hand at the red-faced Shining Armor.
“Ah, sorry Shiny, don’t you mind it, I’m just still stuck on this mare I landed last night.  There’s really nothing like a good sexual conquest to make you feel empowered as a male, you know?”
>The normally easy-going stallion seems uncertain, averting his eyes from you, his smile twitching every few seconds.
>“Oh?  Uh, yeah, sure.  I know exactly what you mean.”
>While the former Guard Captain of Canterlot is looking away, you spare the Princess a glance.
>She’s wearing a sad smile, her hoof hovering over Shining Armor’s back as though wrestling with whether or not to comfort him.
>Poor gal.
>You can’t let this stand.
>Clearing your throat, you draw the attention of both ponies.
>After an unnecessary glance around the empty room, you lean in closer, with a conspiratorial gleam in your eye, your voice low as you whisper to both of them.
“You want to hear how it went?”
>Shining flinches at that, his hooves rocketing up and waving violently.
>“Wh-what!?  No, no way!  That’s totally not necessary, bro.  I mean, your private life is your private life, why should I be digging into it?”
>Ah, he’s such a kid sometimes, it’s almost cute.
>Almost, because bros don’t think their bros are cute.
>Ever.
>With a laugh, you shake your head and are quick to throw your arm around the stallion’s neck.
“Relax, my main man, we’re like two peas in a pod!  I’m more than happy to tell you of my unparalleled achievements in the bedrooms of mares all across the Empire!”
>Your arm tightens as you pull his horned head to your chest, giving the uptight Shining Armor another friendly chuckle.
“Besides, the mares here in the Crystal Empire are the best!  Did you know you can actually watch yourself getting off inside of them?  You haven’t lived until you’ve experienced that at least once!”
>Shining gives an uncertain laugh, even as he tries to escape your grip.
>Giving the Princess a smile, she responds in kind, before donning a slightly bored expression and lounging deeper into her seat.
>Fixing you with a teasing stare, she chuckles.
>“Oh really?  You really think that you’re all that, Anonymous?”
“Think?  I know I’m all that.”
>You jerk your free hand up to your chest, jabbing your thumb in the general direction of your heart.
>“Is that so?  Well, why don’t you walk us through what happened last night, and we’ll judge exactly how well you preformed.”
“Oh, a challenge!  All right, well why don’t you get off your keister and I’ll show you!”
>The uncomfortably squirming Shining Armor goes rigid at that.
>You’d shared the details of your explicit exploits before, so he had some idea of what Cadence was getting into.
>Despite his uncomfortable appearance, there’s a fire in his eyes as he sets his lips and twists his head to look up at you.
>“Why does she have to do it?”
“Huh?  Well, because she’s a mare.  I suppose I could just tell you what happened, but it’s kind of hard to explain the details.  It’s just easier if I have a prop pony, you know?”
>Shiny goes silent as he mulls that over, giving you and Cadence a chance to exchange looks.
>After a moment, he nods and pulls his head from your arm.
>“Well, all right then.  If you really need someone to get your point across, why not use me?”
>“Ah, that’s my darling Shining Armor.”
>Cadence wastes no time bouncing from the couch and crossing the floor to press her lips against her husband’s cheek.
>With the graceful smile of a doting wife, she cocks her head to the side and sighs.
>“Always looking out for me.  What a marvelous husband.”
>Shining laughs and looks away in an attempt to hide his embarrassment.
>Before he can come up with an excuse to back out, you put your palm on his neck and push him towards the middle of the room.
>Despite his protests, you grin the whole way, before taking up your place opposite the stallion.
>Cracking your knuckles, you look between the two ponies.
“All right, let me set the stage.  I’d just come in from a quick jaunt down to the crystal caverns.  There was a bit of a ruckus down there with some of the workers, but I managed to get it under control.
“Anyway, there was this mare, a vibrant glassy purple, and she had her mane done up with ribbons…”
>You pause of a moment, looking Shining Armor over and then sighing in exasperation.
“Jeez, this is harder than I thought.  I’m just not feeling it…”
>Shiny gives a confused frown, before realization sets in.
>Backpedaling, he gives an enthusiastic shake of his head.
“No!  No way!  I am not letting you mess with my mane!”
>Another sigh.
>You glance over at Cadence and give a small, uncomfortable smile.
“See, this is why I wanted it to be you.  At least then I could pretend you were the mare, but Shiny, he’s just not doing it for me.”
>The Princess gives a sad frown, but nods knowingly.
>“I see.  Well, I suppose that I could stand in for my husband if he can’t go th-”
>“I’ll do it.”
>The young stallion seems to have a measure of his confidence back.
>Smiling, you give an appreciative nod to him before looking to Cadence.
>She’s all too quick to pull two lengths of fabric from one of the drawers in the room.
>Shiny grits his teeth as his mane begins to glow with a soft blue light.
>Cadence pulls the hairs up into a pair of pony tails dangling on either side of his head, tying them off with big boisterous bows before her horn’s magic fades.
>The stallions’ face is obviously flushed with shame as he glares at the ground while you wrestling with the laughter threatening to bring an abrupt end to this scheme.
>After a moment, you give a grunt of approval and walk towards the passably prim pony, noting the surprise in Shining’s eyes as you approach.
“Like I said, she had her mane done up with ribbons, and was enjoying some pretty high class cider from down south somewhere.  We talked for a little while, and she managed to keep my attention, so I turned up my game.”
>Grinning, you stretch your arm and give your friend a solid slap on the rear.
>Shiny yelps as he jerks forward, the prompt pop echoing against the walls of the room.
>You can hear Cadence giggle a little, and this time it’s your turn to shoot her a look of discontent.
>Thankfully, her hubby doesn’t notice, too preoccupied with his bruised backside.
>Gathering her wits, Cady smile and cocks her head to the side.
>“Oh my, you really gave her a smack on the rump?”
>Glancing over your shoulder, you shrug and chuckle at the Princess.
“I’ve found it’s an excellent way to get a mild mare’s attention.  Some of the more wild ones will give you grief about it, but she was pretty well sloshed by that point, so she was pretty forgiving.  She even started flirting more with me after that.”
>“Mm, I suppose that some mares do like it rough, wouldn’t you say dear?”
>You both turn your attention to the shy stallion, his eyes glued to the floor as he tries to stay in character.
>“Y-yeah.”
>Seeing your friend in such a state, you can’t help but smile.
>Cady was right, this is going to be fun.
>With renewed confidence, you continue your tale.
“After taking some time to chat her up, I suggested that we head back to her place for some ‘after hours entertainment’.  She was all over that.”
>You laugh a little and pantomime walking through the street.
>With a reluctant sigh, Shiny does the same, trotting in place alongside you.
>Sparing the Princess a wicked smile, you carry on.
“We must have been about three blocks away from the bar when I got this great idea.”
>Hoisting your left leg into the air, you bring it up and over Shining Armor’s body and let it drop on the stallion’s left side.
>He gives a quick grunt of protest as you crouch over his back, bowlegged, just above your friend’s back, a half-inch or so away from resting your sack on him.
>“Hey! What, what are you…?”
“This is what happened, I flung my leg over her and rode her like we ride horses back on Earth.  I said that I was too tired to walk on my own, and asked if she could carry me to her place.”
>The look on Cadence’s face is really making this entire exercise worth the effort.
>You’d failed to mention the particulars of last night’s encounter during the planning phase, so she was hearing all this information first hand.
>Shining grunts, glancing about in frustration as he wrestles with letting the façade end here, or carrying on.
>Shooting his wife a hopeful look, he’s disappointed when Cadence simply nods at you, her mouth hanging open just a touch.
>“K-keep going…”
“Right, so anyway, I rode this mare back to her home, even though she was drunker than I was.  Beyond that, she was really getting off on the idea of me being on top of her like this, because the air was thick with arousal.  I could almost taste it.”
>Reaching up, you tug playfully on your friend’s ponytails, laughing a bit as he gives another quiet grunt of disapproval.
“I even pulled her down the wrong streets a few times by using her hair.  She really liked that.”
>Cadence nods in mute silence, her eyes shrinking to pinpricks as she attempts to soak in all the information that she can.
>“I, I suppose I can see why.  A dominant male is certainly something that a mare seeks in a partner, right honey?”
>“R-right.”
>Giving a slow nod, the Princess smiles, shifting her focus to her husband.
>“I can see how a meek mare might be more inclined to go home with you, Anonymous.  If I’m not mistaken, my husband has that same look in his eyes right now.”
>A look of sheer terror crosses Shiny’s face.
>You manage to stifle a laugh, sharing a look with the Princess, wondering if maybe she’d taken things a little too far.
>Obviously, she doesn’t think so as she lifts a hoof and waves it in the direction of the two of you.
>“I mean, honestly, with his mane done up like that and that submissive attitude of his, it’s a wonder that he hasn’t gone weak in the knees already.”
>“C-Cadence!”
>A slow, wicked smile spreads across the face of the mare as she adopts a predatory instinct and goes for the throat.
>“What is it, darling?  It’s rather obvious to me that you wouldn’t mind your legs wobbling like gelatin as Anonymous takes care of your baser, animal needs.”
>In a flash, Shiny’s uncertain attitude seems to harden.
>He glares at his wife and sighs.
>Cadence gives you a cautionary look, giving you enough time to dismount the stallion just before he makes an attempt to buck you off.
>Rubbing the back of your head, you share a nervous grin with the two ponies before turning towards the door.
“It seems that I’ve hit a nerve.  If you don’t mind, I’ll just show myself out.”
>Neither of the rulers say anything, though a quick glance back before you shut the door shows Cadence staring in your direction, that mischievous gleam in her eye again.
>The door clicks into place, and you hustle from the Crystal Palace.
>
>It’s nearly closing time when the hooded pony enters the bar, wobbling about in an unsteady side to side motion.
>Cady pulls up a seat next to you, wearing a luxuriously elegant smile that can only be described as ‘just fucked silly’.
>Chuckling around your brew, you take a small pull and quirk an eyebrow at her.
“Didn’t expect you to come down and mingle with the commoners.  I guess it went well?”
>“Mhmm…”
>Cadence’s voice drips with a honey-like tone that you’ve heard some of your conquests get after a royally rough fucking.
“So I suppose that everything worked out in the end…”
>Nodding, the Princess sighs and lets her head drop against your arm.
>You pass your beer over to your left hand, continuing to drink as the mare rests her head in relative silence.
>After a long moment, she speaks again.
>“Hey, Anonymous?”
>It’s your turn to grunt, as you’re busy scoping out the bar for your latest challenge.
>“Did you mean what you said today?  About not wanting to, uh, ‘dick’ me?”
>Another moment of silence, but then you grunt again and nod your head.
“Yeah.  Sorry but, like I said before, you and Shiny mean way too much to me for me to even think about tossing myself into a messy situation like that.”
>Cady sighs in distress, but nods her head, letting her cheek rub up against your arm.
>“I can respect that, though I had no idea you were such a wild beast when it came to your ‘conquests’.”
“Ha, ha, well sex is a very serious matter, you could almost call it an art form.  But, it’s not love.”
>Glancing down at the mare, you see her staring intently up at you.
>After a moment, she smiles, a faint tinge coloring her cheeks.
>“…I suppose not.”
>With an unsatisfied grunt, Cadence pushes herself back into a standing position.
>Glancing back at you, she smiles again.
>“You’re a good friend, Anonymous.”
“So I’ve been told.”
>Holding out your fist, Cady stares at it for a moment before bumping her hoof against your knuckles.
>She turns tail and quickly exits the bar.
>With a sigh, you finish up your drink, and try to push thoughts of the pink pony from your mind.
>As you scour the bar yet again, a blue crystal pony catches your eye.
>She’s got a somber, melancholic look about her that practically screams ‘I need a good dicking’.
>Not one to leave a lady waiting, you smile and push yourself away from the table, sauntering over and leaning on the bar.
>Donning a smile, you raise an eyebrow and finally manage to get her attention.
“Hi there.  Been waiting for me long?”
>Her weary smile lights up the bar and you settle in for a little pre-coitus chat.


Anon; The Taste of It

>The daily life of a fashionista can be so difficult.
>Always searching for new concepts and ideas to develop into the latest styles.
>Today is one of those days, but nothing is coming to you, no matter how much you search.
>And to make matters worse, there is an incessant scratching at the back of your mind.
>No matter how much you focus on the ponies passing by, or what designs might fly off your shelves, the itch simply won’t leave.
>Pulling a metal flask from under your flank, you twist off the top with your magic, taking a pull from the warm liquid from within.
>“It’s all his fault.”
>The itching ceases as quickly as it began.
>For now.
>You sigh as the flask leaves your lips, the top quickly screwing itself back into place.
>Lounging on a park bench as you watch the other ponies of Ponyville trot by, feeling a small thrill as a few of them glance in your direction.
>Perhaps they know your secret?
>Horribly unlikely, but what if they did?
>Imagining them staring in a mixture of shame and disgust, it’s enough to send an excited chill down your spine.
>But there’s no time for such fantasies.
>Tucking the flask away, you again search the crowd for some sort of inspiration.
>Waiting.
>Waiting…
>Nothing.
“Ugh!”
>Your grunt of protest draws a fair amount of attention from the passing ponies, though it does nothing to hold it.
>Puffing a few stray strands of your mane out of your eyes, you grumble a few choice words to yourself and go for another pull off the flask.
>Tilting your head back, you wait for the soothing rush of that familiar flavor.
>Only it never comes.
>Pulling the flask from your lips, you give it a firm shake, only to find that it’s completely empty.
“I was afraid of that.  This was my last one too.”
>Muttering to yourself, you squint up at the sky and shake your head.
>There’s no way that you’re getting any work done today, not once the migraines set in.
>No matter.
>You’ll just have to get some more tonight.
>
>There’s not an artistic pony alive who doesn’t have their vices.
>Photo Finish has that atrocious accent and gaudy glasses.
>Sapphire Shores has her obsession with western garb.
>And then there’s you, Rarity of Ponyville.
>You have an especially acquired taste…
>There’s really only one place that you can get it.
>Pressing your ear to the door, you strain to hear what’s going on within.
>“Oh, oh Anonymous, more, more!”
>A slow smile crosses your face as you listen to the cries of this week’s lucky mare.
>An earth pony named Roseluck, if you remember correctly.
>The human on the other side of the door is grunting in a slow, steady rhythm, letting you know that you have ample time until he’s finished.
>Donning a gentle grin, you shake your head.
“Dear Rose, you’re in for quite a ride tonight.”
>That had been your ride, once.
>More than once, actually.
>Anonymous had been head over hooves for you.
>He loved your style, your attitude, even the way your mane looked a mess in the morning.
>That was a long time ago.
>But still, you couldn’t get enough of him.
>After an agonizing twenty minutes, with Rose being reduced to a string of non-words from the relentless haunch humping that Anonymous was putting to her, you hear the sudden pounding rush of the human’s hips against Roseluck’s flank.
>The two cry out and then lapse into silence.
>You wait another ten minutes before opening the door.
>Your nostrils flare as the scent of sex boils out from the room, teasing your taste buds with the promise of what is to come.
>Dropping to the floor, you drag yourself across the room, uncaring of what gets caught in your coat.
>No, you have a much more important goal in mind.
>As you approach the bed, the scent increases in intensity, overwhelming your sense of smell and taste.
>Your mouth hangs open in anticipation as you resist the urge to pant.
>At three or four lengths from the bed, you pause, long enough to alight your horn and cast a simple, but useful spell.
>Hopefully, you won’t need it.
>Creeping closer, you pull yourself up onto the mattress, eyeing the pair sleeping in the bed.
>Anonymous is still spooning the lucky mare, though his prolific penis has managed to escape the confines of the earth pony’s flower patch.
>Thin streams of white burble forth from the pony’s hole, threatening to spill onto the sheets if nothing is done.
>Closing your eyes, you let your horn light up again as the pearly white goo, tainted with mare juice, begins to flow from Roseluck.
>The texture, even as you feel it through your horn, is delightful, just as it always is.
>You lick you lips in anticipation, almost forgetting to unscrew the caps of your flasks before letting the intoxicating substance flow into them.
>Human semen…
>No.
>Anonymous’ semen.
>Even if there were another human here, you would like to believe that it has to be his.
>That distinctly salty and bitter male flavor.
>You shudder, opening your eyes long enough to make sure that you’ve thoroughly cleaned out the earth pony’s snatch.
>Allowing yourself a smile at the clean patch in front of you, you prepare to hope off the bed when you notice Anonymous.
>Staring at you.
>Your breath catches.
>Your limbs lock up.
>Nothing seems to want to work.
>And all he can do is stare.
>That same chill you felt earlier in the day runs down your spine.
>It’s obvious that he knows now, he knows that you’ve developed a terrible need for his seed.
>Your vaginal muscles clench as you struggle to stop the oncoming spasm of delight at the thought.
>He knows.
>And he’s going to turn you into a pitiful receptacle for his seed.
>How wonderfully terrible.
>And yet, he doesn’t move.
>After a moment more, he closes his eyes, and you remember the spell you cast earlier.
>An illusionary spell, designed to reflect light around the body of the caster.
>You were invisible to him.
>He never saw you.
>Waiting a while longer, you finally jump off the bed once you’re sure that he is asleep.
>Even though he can’t see you, you make sure to throw an extra hump into your step to send your flank jiggling as you leave the room.
>Clear of capture, you breathe a sigh of relief, looking at the half dozen metal flasks in your possession.
>While tainted with mare ‘juice’, it will suffice you for another week, or until Anonymous has relations again.
>Pulling one of the flasks out in front of you, you unscrew the cap and pull out a small glob of semen.
>You toy with it, letting it flow through the air before it coalesces into a small ball, no larger than a pearl.
>Perhaps that’s why you’re so fascinated by it.
>The gemstone of the sea.
>Taking a moment to lick your lips, you push your head forward and close your mouth around the milky white substance.
“Delightful…”
>With a small bounce in your step, you make your way back to the boutique.