Anon and Rarity have Hatesex

"Anon. I think you're a very...um. Interesting organism. I mean person. Yes, I think you are a person. Who is just as intelligent as the rest of us."
>She sounds like she's trying to convince herself.
"Most of us, at least. Some of us. I've met worse ponies in my life before."
>"Rarity, what are you trying to say?"
"I'm trying to say that just because the sight of you makes my stomach want to evacuate and leave the kingdom doesn't mean that we can't be friends."
>You eyed her olive branch suspiciously. You and Rarity never did exactly see eye-to-eye, and not just because of the height difference.
"Clearly, as an upstanding member of the community, it will not do for me to be so at-odds with you constantly. So the two of us must have sex.
>What.
>"What." That's not even a question. It's just what. What. "What."
"Hm? Oh, I see, you are confused. As usual. No, ignore that part, let me explain." She coughs politely and her eyes turn all bright and perky. "You get along well enough with everyone else about town, Pinkie, Twilight, that gray mare with the...visual difficulties.
>"Derpy." You like her. She's cool.
"Yes, yes, her. But for some reason you and I can't talk for more than ten minutes without getting, well, crude, barbaric, and far too loud."
>"You do a real good job at making my ears bleed." Her ear cocks back and her hoof runs through the ground in a way that tells you she'd scratch you if she had claws.
"And your face threatens instant blindness too whoever looks upon it, but that's besides the point. The point is that we must convert this pointless aggression into a sexual enthusiasm, so that we can vent our anger AND, derive some amount of enjoyment from each other's company."
>"Through fucking."
"In....somewhat less brutish terms, but yes, that is the idea."

>You look at her.
>She looks at you.
>"How many drugs have you done since you woke up today?"
"I may have had a small glass of" she wiggled her nose, "something more mentally liberating.  Anon, desperate circumstances require desperate action.  We are simply to prone at causing Scenes."
>"Then let's just ignore each other. Let's never look at each other again, ever.  If we see each other walking down the street, we close our eyes, cover our ears and run in the opposite direction."
>She sighs like a mare explaining something to a small child.
"Oh Anon, you've never lived in a small town before, have you?"
>She's got a point.
"Trust me, I know just how revolting, horrifying, and nigh-heretical this idea sounds, but do give it some consideration, hmm?  I know you can't make as monumental a decision as having a night of wild passions with Ponyville's most desirable and magnifique bachlerette on the spot."  She poses and flicks her mane.
>You want to ralph all over her.
"So give I'll give you the afternoon, and leave my door unlocked in the evening.  It's not love, darling, neither of us our children anymore.  It's therapy."
>She turns around, kicks her rear hoof in the dirt, and sashays off.
>All the .jpgs in the world can't describe your face right now.

>You can't bottle this up inside.  It would fester more than normal and eat you from the inside out, crawling out of your mouth like rabid pervert-sex-ants.
>You need professional consulation.
"Pffthahhahaaa!"  She bangs her hoof on the table.  "Seriously?  Ms. Pris-Pants Fancy-Flank-n-Spank asked you for a quickie?"
>Rainbow Dash speaks way too loudly.  Other ponies around the outdoors cafe start staring at her.  You stir your spoon around your still-hot tea.
>"Yeah.  She said it's for...I dunno, some kind of twisted anger management."
"Why the tartarus would YOU need anger management?  Sure, you're a stiffy sometimes, but you're pretty chill."  She eats a cookie sitting on a plate in the middle of the table and chews with her mouth open.  "Although the two of you do hate the crap out of each other.  It's freaking hilarious dude, I don't want that to go stop."
>You think for a moment.  "Well.  I hate her, but I don't WANT to hate her, know what I mean?  I would like it if we could just let each other exist.  I guess."  She rolls her eyes.
"And you think giving her the bone-run would make her chill out."
>"I don't know, Dash.  Jeeze, maybe it would do me some good.  It'd be like stabbing her, but with my dick instead of a knife."  You think about that for a moment.  "Oh man."  Rainbow eyes you suspiciously.
>"And then I'd get to hear her scream."
"Uh.  Dude.?"
>"Huh?  Wha?  Oh.  Well.  It's probably all just some sort of trick anyway.  I show up at her place and a bucket of glue and glitter falls on my head or something."  Her smiles turns grinch-like.
"You do want to bone her, do you?  Anon, when was the last time you got laid?"
>"I laid down last night at 12:45."  She leans back in her chair.
"A-ha.  A-ha.  No. Sex.  Raw, nasty, sweaty rutting.  With something OTHER than your hand?"
>You mutter and look down at your increasingly lukewarm tea.
"And no, making out with me 'cus we're too drunk to count our eyeballs doesn't count as scoring."
>"I wasn't going to count it."
"When a guy's as desperate as you he'll count a passing breeze."
>"I hate you."
>She sticks her waggling tongue out at you.
"Listen.  If you want to give Rare a good glazing, then go for it.  At least you can give me all the good details aftewards.  Aw man, can I watch?"
>She leans over the table, staring at you bug-eyed.
>"You need to go jump in the river."  You one-shot your tea.  "Alright, so maybe I've had a dry spell, and I'm considering fucking an animal right now."
>Rainbow puts her hoof to her chest and mocks a higher social class.
"Oh Anon, I am NOT an animal, I am an INTELLIGENT and STUCK UP classy BITCH, whom very much wants to DRAIN YOU DRY!"
>She breaks down laughing and falls to the floor.
"This is better than the time Twi asked me about buying dirty magazines."
>"She did that?"
"Twi is a total perv, just for your own personal info.  She tried talking to me about these stories she writes.  Sweet Celestia, I didn't stop laughing for a week."
>She wiped her eyes.
"Anyways.  Go ahead and screw Rarity.  See if you can get her to make you breakfast."
>You snort.  "That'd be more than you'd ever do for me."  She eats another cookie.
"Damn straight, now go out and get laid."

>You're staring at your reflection.  Your breath fogs up the mirror.  How crazy have you gone?  Are you really about to strut into Rarity's shop and screw her up and down the walls?
>It's  trick, just like you said.  You hate each other.  Hate.  HATE.
>So why does the thought of spanking her rear like a catholic school girl fill you with the worst kind of wonderfully warm feelings?
>"My name is Anon."  Your reflection's lips move sharply.  "I was born on a tuesday night.  I once broke a bone jumping off a roof and onto a trampling and onto a rock.  I like chocolate ice cream."  You took a deep breath.  "And I'm thinking about fucking a horse."
>A very fancy horse.
>That must be it.  Screwing Rarity would be a kind of achievement.  Think of all the other stallions in town who look at her and think about their rocks going tonk.  You could have something they couldn't have, something you never wanted in  the first place.  A mental image of her gets drawn up in your head. Now, what do you want to do?
>Punch her.
>With your fist or with your dick?
>Hnnnnggg....
>Aw, blow this for a game of badmitten.  You're going to head to her house RIGHT NOW, knock on her door, and she's either going to get a faceful of your fist, or your spunk.
>Go to the Boutique.
>Knock on the door.
>No. Do not knock.  She said she'd leave it open.  You touch the knob as though it may have a live current flowing through it.  You twist it slowly open and nudge the door open with your foot.
>A bucket of glue and glitter does not fall from the frame.
>Parts of your body is screaming at you.  Your heart is beating like an abused housewife.


>Step very gingerly into the house.  A few lights are on.  You think you smell incense.  Not a good sign.  Or is it?
>You close the door behind you and lock it.
>There must be no witnesses.  You look at the windows, but they're so heavily drawn that not even the horniest Dash could peek through them.
>You think you hear something coming from upstairs.  That must be her lair then.  Time to find out what you're made out of.  To see if you're a knight going to slay the booty-dragon or a thief to steal its regular booty.
>The stairs rise up and forward before you, leading to a little place called destiny.   You steel your resolve, steel it some more, and take your first step.
*cccrrrreeeaaaaaAAAAAAAAKKKKkkkk*
>Damn, she needs new stairs.
>Another step.  Repeat until you get to the top.  The smell of incense grows stronger.  Vanilla and smoked wood entrench themselves in your nostril, leading you like a bloodhound down the darkened hallway.  Her door is closed.  A slit of light marks the frame.
>You hear movement inside the chamber.  You hand hovers over the knob.  Sweat forms on your brow.  Do you go in?  It's not too late to turn around and run, and be content with hating her forever.
>Or do you want to strut in there, hold her down and see her kick, while you plunge into her with every ounce of raw loathing you can muster?
>Dash will give you hell if you walk away now.  She'll give you hell if you go inside.
>What would your mom think?  What would your dad think?
-"Are you winning, son?"
>Guh!
>You shake your head.
>Fortune favors the bold.
>The door opens.


>And there she lays.  Carefully spread out over the covers, legs tilted and hiked so that every little curve and dip of her hips can be shown off.  A white cover slips and runs between her thighs.  Her hair spills and tumbles over fluffled pillows like warm wax.  Her eyes glitter with the lights of a dozen-dozen candles she has lit.
>It's a little hard to breathe in here to be honest.
>Your dick is so confused right now.  You remind it of its purpose.  To spread pain and suffering.  hate will fly out of its tip like flames upon rotted wood, leaving your mind clean and your sould pure.  Angry no more!  Or so the harlot before you says.  She flutters her eyes.
"And here we are."
>"I get the feeling you don't hate me that much."
"Oh, but I do, Anon.  Right now I have seventeen different scissors, eight exacto knives, three-hundred and seventy eight pins, and one machete that belongs to my father that I keep in case of emergencies stuffed away into this room, and I would just love to introduce all of them into your anatomy."  She sighs at the picture of the act in her head.  "But this is a meeting of peaceful intent, so I'll fight that urge."
>She rubbed a hoof down her neck, closing her eyes and looking towards her window.
"But there is one urger I simply can't ignore.  A lady has needs, Anon.  Now I know, I like to present myself as an independent mare who can take care of herself, but we all need a little help sometimes."
>She slowly unveiled her glistening eyes towards you.
"And we tend to be more kind to those who help us."
>She raised herself up onto her forehooves.  Her hair fell across her shoulder, bouncing her curls into bountiful rolls.
"So come and show me a little generosity, hmm?"
>Her horn starts to glow.

>You feel something fiddle with the buttons on your jeans.
>"Oh no."
>Her horn stutters for a moment.
>"We're not playing this game all by your rules." You grab the front of your pants and tear violently at them.  They come off in one clean pull and one loud RRRRIRPPP! sound.
>Yeah.  You tore your jeans for quick tactical removal.  Rarity jolts back in surprise.  You toss the jeans onto her, and take joy in her squeak of shock.
"Anon what are you-!"
>"Didn't like that, huh?"  She shoves the torn jeans aside, looking confused and borderline angry.  You smile manically at her.  "Well you're not gonna like this either."
>You grab your collar an pull.  Your shirt  rips off and you puff your mighty chest out at her.
>You're wearing a black bowtie with muching underwear.  You start to ball up the shirt in your hands.
>"Ain't I a brute?  Treating clothes like this?  Ripping and tearing them like they're toilet paper?" She looks disgusted.
"I wouldn't even give those clothes to a refugee."
>"But clothes are clothes, right?  Maybe that's why you hate me, huh?  'Cus you just want to deck me out and fancy me up?  But I never let you.  Nope, never let you go near ANY of my garments.  Hell no."  You start tearing the shirt up into tiny pieces.  "And now here are two pieces that you'll NEVER get to fix up and improve no matter how much you want, and you HATE IT, don't ya?"
>She looks like she's about to charge you.  Her nostrils flare and her ears are leaned back.
"You are an inconsiderate brute.  A complete scourge blind to what I can offer, a diseased and shambling monkey who'd be better left running around naked in the everfree than to be allowed to wear a mockery of fashion that I COULD SO EASILY FIX!"
>You jump up next to her, your bowtie dangles over her head.  She looks like she wants to tear your throat out.
"Every inch of you is an abomination."
>"You're a superficial witch and your friends only like you because you give them discounts on dresses that they take to balls."
"You're only tolerated because Celestia arranged for you to live her under her coin and Twilight, heavens knows WHY, considers you to be scientifically fascinating."
>She speaks through half-lidded eyes.
"Grotesquely fascinating, perhaps.  Like something that needs to be kept in a jar."
>Your faces are centimeters apart.  If someone lit a match between you the entire house would be blown to the sky in a ball of fire.  "Kiss me, right now."
>She does.
>She kisses you so hard your teeth are almost knocked out.
"You" she comes up for air, "Are a monster."
>"Bitch, bitch bitch bitchbitchbich" dive back in.  You start to kiss along her neck.
"I just want to drag you through the dirt....and...and..."
>"And what?"  You crawl up to her ear.
"Do...so many horrible things...to your...."
>She pushes on your chest, forcing you onto the bed.
"I want to strip you down so I can just see this awful looking body of yours."
>She starts to bite on your bowtie, unable to focus on her magic to pull it off.  She tears it away and runs her muzzle across your chest.
"Try to put it to -some- use.  Not very civilized, no..."
>She begins to pant as you run your hands through her thick hair.
"Not civilized at all."
>"If you wanted civilized you would've gone to someone else." You whisper hoarsley as her eyes squeezed shut."
"I could've had any backwoods stallion in town."
>"What, did Big Mac have an appoitment."  That set her off.  Her eyes nearly turned red she forced herself onto your mouth again.
"That inbred, ungrateful clod..." she hissed.
>This is great.
>She pulled back long enough to ask if she was beautiful.
"I know I AM. I just want to know that a stupid evolutionary set-back like you can see it."
>"I've seen worse." She chuckles evilly.
"Even the wildest beasts can be swayed by beauty."
>She rests her chin on your own.
"Perhaps you're not quite the dumb animal I thought."


>You smell her breathe.  It's warm and sweet.  Traces of wine can be tasted on the corners of her lips.  Probably the cheap stuff.  You doubt she'd waste any of her good stash on you.  Her tongue is nimble and smooth, gliding around your lips and around your tongue like a ballerina.
>Her hips start to grind against you.  You pretend to ignore it just to piss her off some more, but the heat building between your body and her fur rubbing together like kindle makes it achingly difficult to put-off.
>You hands reach down to her flink and you grab as much of them as possible.  You slow down her grinding, pressing down on her body, making her put more weight against yourself.  The silkiness of her fur traces and drags across your hips and lower torso.  She grunts and bears more teeth than she'd like too.
"You're supposed to be a beast, why aren't you rutting me raw?"
>"I like to play."  She husks.
"I'm supposed to be the cat here."
>"You're just a stuck-up horse."  Her shoulders bunch up as she leaps her body up into the air, landing heavily onto your chest, knocking the wind out of you.
"I am NOT a horse!"
>She pokes you firmly with her forehoof on the chest.
"I am not an oversized, overmuscled pack animal."
She shoves you again, lower.
"I am a pony."
>Even lower.
"Graceful, educated, skilled."
>As low as she wants to go.
"And I -will- make you learn the difference."
>The cup of her hoof holds the tip of your member.
"Luckily there's one way to make all males pay attention."
>Her foreleg starts stroking slowly, timing it with the throb of your lance of hatred.

"Remember, Anon, we are trying to be kind afterall."
>Her hoof trails up and down the shaft, paying attention to its lean ridges, studying it like a blind person studying a sculpture.  Her hoof is warm and firm.  The overflow of her fur tickles the tip and underside, making you twitch heavily.
"I suppose this is all one glorified ritual for forgiveness.  I'll admit"  she had the gall to feign guilt,  "That I've held my fair share of grudges in the past."  She stroked your leg with her other hoof.  "But I try to be a good girl.  Mostly.  But you and I?  Bad intentions between us will just set a bad precedent."  She sighed dreamily.
"For the sake of our species, we msut be willing to put aside our diferences."
>She raised herself over your body, moving with the smoothness of a feather floating through the air.
"And be willing to come together."
>And she pressed herself onto you.
>If your dad walked into the room right now, you'd be able to tell him that yes, you are in fact winning.
>She needs a moment to adjust herself.  She closes her eyes, bent over with her forehooves on your ribcage.
>DENIED!
>You flip over, a mad gleam in your eye as you keep her on-point as it were.  You start pumping away before she even has a chance to yelp again.
>You hate the sound of her squeaks and squeals.
>So you'll just have to make her scream instead.
>You press deep into her inner warmth. It's...
>Damn.
>If you're willing to say one thing about Rarity, it's that she's every bit as high-quality as she says she is.
>The two of you find the motion.  You stuff pillows under her head and brace her with your arm to keep her being pushed across the bed.
"Wild.  Just.  Just go absolutely wild."
>You feel her hot breath flow across your chest.  Sweat builds up on your forehead.  Dammit, did she need to put so many candles in here?  There's not actual oxygen in the room right now.
>You pull out and shudder when you hear her groan as she tries to put you back into position with her hooves.  You bite and tug at her fur going down her stomach, dragging your fingers across her ribcage and pinching her nipples.
>She half rubbing the hair on your head, half trying to punch your skull in as your practice french on her lower lips.
>Her thighs squeeze your head in place.  They're soft, but you feel the firm muscle beneathe fur and layer of fat.  A mare like Rarity does not neglect her cardio.  Your hands squeeze and massage them deeply.  Her moans are muffled to you as she squeezes her legs against your head like the most active pair of earmuffs ever maved.
>You look up at her to see how she's doing.  Her eyes are closed tight and she's biting her lip.  Head buried as deep into her shoulders as possible.  You slow it down some.  An eye pops open.
"I know what you're doing, and it won't work."
>Her horns starts glowing and you're shoved off the bed and onto the floor.
>"Ow."  You head is raised into the air and is slammed into the floor, dizzying you.
>"Alright, this isn't fucking kind at all."  You try to stand up, but feel a hoof gently press your head back to the floor.
"Enough teasing, dear, let's just rut, hmm?"
>She's back on top again.  She smiles in bliss-filled victory.
>Oh no.  Not that easily.
>You Hold onto her back with one hand, feeling her spine beneath her palm, and with a sense of acrobatics you haven't called upon since grade-school gym class you leapt up into a standing position.
>With Rarity in hand and on-point you fall/run forward to the bed and plop her on there and plow plow plow.
>She squirms beneath you, wrapping her arms in sheets and biting onto pillow corners.  Her voice is breaking beneath your pressure, but with that bewitching iron will she says,
"A lady.  Is not.  Outdone.  So Easily."
>Her horn shimmers violently. You're almost blinded by the blue-white glare.

>She is almost levitated off the bed, but it's more like she's pushing back into a standing position.  She raises herself against your chest and starts taking command. You're too busy keeping your balance, leaving her free to grind away at her own pace.
>Shit.  She's pushing you back to the floor.  You stumble and press up against the wall and rotate until her back is knocking against a family portrait.   She's held up with a combination of her magic and your arms.   The picture frame shakes.   Her dad, mom, and sister are smiling at you.  You grunt like a happy silverback.
>You're getting ready.  She's getting ready.  She's pressing herself into you.  The purple headed mare doesn't know if she wants to bit her hooves or just hold you closer.
"Damn you, damn you, damn you."
>Her horn starts to spark.
>"Oh hell, again?"
"Dominace...must...be...establiiii" She trails off into loud moans as her horn blasts off in your face.
>You teeter around the room heavily as it doesn't dissipate, instead just getting brighter and brighter.  Rarity's cries grow louder and louder, still attatched and pumping away against you.
>You can't see a damn thing, but it feels -really- good so you settle for just falling backwards.
>You hit the wall.
>You hear glass shatter.
>You start to fall.
>You hear rarity scream, both in terror and ecstacy.
>The dirt and grass hurt like a bitch.
-
"You fell out of a second story window and STILL kept fucking!"
>"I should've known.  I should've know."  You just stare blankly at your tea.
"Oh, sweet Celestia, Anon I nearly had a heart attack from trying not to laugh.   Rarity was all cross-eyed and you were all swinging your arms around trying to fly."
>You are glad she was the only one around.  Actually, you weren't glad she was around at all.
>Sure, she helped you limp home after one of the neighbors called the town guards.
"It's like the fall didn't even faze you, you went RAM RAM RAM!  AAAAUUUGGGHHHHH  RARITY I HATE YOU I HATE YOU TOO  ANON!  And"  And she shook her head.  "I thought you gonna bite each other's heads off, that's how hard you both were making out afterwards until I pried you apart."
>She rubbed her hooves together.
"Hottest.  Thing.  I've seen all year.  That's what it was.  Anon."
>She jumped to your side of the table and gave you a wicked noogie.
"Anon!  The Amazing Flying-Fuck Beast!  That's you buddy! Aw, c'mere."
>She hugs you.
>You slam your head into the table.  She's still hugging you.
"So when are you gonna bust her house up some more?"
>"Next wednesday."
"Hahaha!  YES!"
>"We're meeting at my place since I don't have a second story."  You cover your head in shame.
"Awesome, I know how to sneak into your place."
>Dammit Dash.  "Fuck you, Dash."
"Nah, you fucked Rarity."
>Fuck.
"So." She grinned. "Do you hate each other, or are you friends now?"
>"Well she hasn't called the cops on me or asked me to pay for her window." Dash nods like she knows everything important.
"Practically soul mates."
>You want to vomit.
>Are you happy, Dad?