Title:           One-Shot: Rarity + Whip Fetish
Author:          JRRarity5
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First Edit:      Saturday 9th of March 2013 09:44:02 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Saturday 9th of March 2013 09:44:02 PM CDT

>Day "I can't be bothered to remember" in Equestria
>You always get invited to Pinkie's  parties, and they're great.
>But this was a hell of a party for sure.
>There was a ton of alcohol, and you sure as hell couldn't handle your beer back on Earth, let alone in Equestria, and Applejack bet she could outdrink you.
>You half-expected the cider to be nowhere near as strong as alcohol back on Earth, so you accept the challenge.
>She was dead right.
>That cider kicked your ass.
>Now you're walking home, drunk, and it's winter in Equestria.
>Good thing you have this jacket Rarity made you.
>...Rarity.
>That causes your mind to wander away from the cold as that selfsame pony is walking beside you in the cold and snow.
>It seems like it's been forever since you were thrown into this strange technicolor world of ponies.
>You think back to when you arrived here.
>The pony who put you up was an odd one to consider having to live with at first.
>Not the humble, honest Applejack.
>Not the athletic speed demon Rainbow Dash.
>Not the intelligent, obsessive-compulsive Twilight Sparkle.
>It was, of course, the beautiful lady Rarity.
>She had put up with you and your less-than-sociable tendencies for a bit over a year and a half now.
>You still live with her, despite having tried your best to get a job and move out.
>...You seriously need to thank her one of these days.
>Your mind escapes those thoughts after about three or four minutes.
>Finally, you reach the front door of Carousel Boutique.
>You open the door and bring Rarity in with you.
>You're obviously very drunk as you stumble inside.
>You end up collapsing on her chaise lounge near the entrance to your room.
>You think you feel something like magic a moment later.
>...I'll find out later.
>You pass out.
 
>You wake up in Rarity's bed.
>...Wait, what the fuck? Why am I in here?
>You groggily rise off the bed, the hangover very evident.
>Goddammit, that shit hurts.
>You see Rarity come through the door.
>"Ah, darling. I knew you'd wake up eventually."
"Why am I in your bed, Rarity?"
>"Well, you passed out on my chaise lounge after Pinkie's party last night, so I thought I'd... let you sleep on something more comfortable than that terrible bed of yours."
>Alright, she's stammering a bit. Her eyes also darted a bit.
>You may not be the most intelligent one, but you could see right through her.
"Alright, what's the real reason?"
>"T-that IS the real reason, Anonymous!"
>She was hiding something from you.
>...You'd find out later.
>You had to continue that job search if you wanted to have your own place.
>Although, you did like living with Rarity.
>This causes you to actually debate with yourself on getting ready, but eventually, you reluctantly make your way to the bathroom to take a shower and get ready for the day ahead.
>After you get out, you go to your room and see the clothes Rarity had laid out for you.
>She really cared about you, didn't she?
>White, with a purple trim.
>Damn, she loved that color scheme.
>As you're donning the marshmallow maiden's custom attire, a shadowy figure from the closet stops you.
>Rarity, in all her beauty, wearing a latex pony-shaped suit, made her way over to you, making certain you see her.
"Rarity? What are you-"
>She cuts you off and hits you with the whip held in the air via her magic.
>"You will speak when asked to speak, Anonymous."
>"What's this ab-"
>She hits you again with the whip.
>Damn, she doesn't play.
>"You are also to address me as MISS Rarity. Understood?"
"Yes, Rarity."
>Another crack of the whip. Damn, this hurts.
"Yes, Miss Rarity."
>"Good, now let's get started..."
>She magics the door shut and locks it.
>"You may be wondering why I'm doing this, Anonymous."
"Yes, Miss Rarity."
>"You see, the past year and a half since I've let you live here has been simply dreadful," she states in that high-class accent you've grown to love, "and I've got quite a lot of stress built up."
>You sit there, intently listening.
>"I've had quite enough now, and I'm seeking comeuppance."
>She magics open a drawer and gets a bludgeon with several sharp encrusted gems.
>Oh, you see where this is going.
>"So... we can do this the easy way..."
>She holds the whip slightly higher using her magic.
"...or you can beat me with a bludgeon?"
>You point to the bludgeon and gulp.
>She whips you yet again for interrupting her.
>"What did I say, Anonymous?"
"To 'speak when asked to speak', Miss Rarity."
>"Good man. So, which way?"
"The easy way, Miss Rarity."
>I knew you'd comply, Anonymous."
>You didn't want to accept it, not even on Earth, but BDSM was, quite honestly, your fetish.
>Rarity started to hit you with the whip again.
>That whip hurt like hell.
>...But you couldn't deny that it was beginning to feel fucking amazing too.
>Every crack of the whip was a painful moment, but the pleasure rushed to your brain moments later.
>And it stays until the pain comes back.
>This roller coaster of pain vs. pleasure continues for about 20 minutes.
>Eventually she begins to leave red marks on your skin, but you can probably pass it off as an "accident".
>Rarity then lays the whip down on the nightstand.
>"There, I feel much better now, Anonymous."
"So does that mean we're done?"
>She gives you a look filled with rage, raising the whip once more, and you correct yourself by rewording that statement.
>"Does that mean we are finished, Miss Rarity?"
>She calms down and lowers the whip again.
>"Oh, heavens no! I may feel better from that little whipping, but we're far from finished, darling..."
>Her eyelids then drop, creating a bedroomy look on her face, with merely a peek of those azure eyes.
>The pain and pleasure mix had caused your member to begin to salute in your pants.
>She looks you over and sees the bulge in your pants.
>"Ooh! I think I finally found what I'm looking for...~"
>She fumbles around with your pants and begins to take  off the leggings.
>You didn't exactly button them before she came to you, so it's no challenge for her to take your clothes off.
>She guides you over to the bed and she makes the motion for you to lie down.
>You do so, and she crawls on top of you from the foot of the bed.
>She goes as far towards you as she can on the bedspread without climbing over you, agonizingly slowly.
>She came on to you, and you wanted this.
>You feel her coat brush against you, warm against your otherwise cold skin.
>She rests her hooves on your chest and positions her mouth over your member.
>She begins to suck on the head.
>A moan escapes your lips, and she, of course, continues.
>She begins to move her mouth up and down on your member, breathing hotly as she does so.
>She goes deeper as she puts your whole length in her mouth.
>All the while she's using her flat tongue to massage the underside of your member to give even more pleasure.
>The wetness of her mouth contrasting the cold temperature in the Boutique causes you to only think one thing: "Holy fucking shit, this feels AMAZING."
>You moan more, and she forms what smile she can, those sapphire eyes looking up at you.
>She puckers her lips and pulls away painfully slowly, and you release another moan when she no longer has your member in her mouth.
>You are now fully erect.
>"Now, just let me take over from here, Anonymous..."
>She then crawls atop your chest and positions her dripping wet marehood over your member and drops down, her eyes staring into yours.
>She squeaks when her juicy flank slaps against your thighs.
>Adorable.
>She begins to ride you.
>Every time your gaze wanders elsewhere, she hits you with that familiar crack of the whip and the roller coaster begins anew.
>Her insides are velvety and slick, and conform to the shape and size of your cock, making it as pleasurable as possible.
>You begin to hear her emit small moans and "Ah~!"s as seconds pass.
>After a few minutes, she moans VERY loudly into an orgasm and cums, her marshmallow juice ejecting onto your nethers, and her insides clenching on to your member.
>Wait, I thought...
>Oh right, that's humans.
>Mares sure are weird.
>As time goes on, she begins to ride you harder and faster, with the squeaks and noises from before still going, but louder and with more frequency.
>She cums a total of three times before you, and the speed and intensity increases with time, bursts ocurring during the orgasms.
>You feel yourself begin to orgasm.
>Fuck all of this "Miss Rarity" bullshit.
"Rarity, I think I'm about to-"
>That was all you could get out before she began to go even faster than before.
>OHFUCKTHISISGREATJUSTKEEPDOINGTHAT
>You both climax simultaneously, her back arching in a way that seems damn near impossible for her body type.
>You spill your seed inside of Rarity, her nethers milking it out of your member into her.
>She collapses onto you, her head just next to yours on the bed, and you both drift wordlessly off to sleep, hearing nothing but the sound of your own panting breaths and heartbeats.