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xxx by Anon
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>It's peaceful in Ponyville, unfortunately for everyone…Rarity is horny.
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>Rarity and beauty, Beauty and rarity. Was there any doubt it was meant to be?
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>The most extravagant clothes, the finest china, the perfect makeup to accentuate her perfect face.
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>But lately Rarities has begun to crave a new sort of beauty.
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>And it's been seriously messing with her mood.
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>Like an estrus cycle but worse, a heat in her loins that makes her fuck the pillows in her luxury bed at night.
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>A burning in her heart she just can't satisfy.
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>Perhaps it's all the time she's been spending with her (relatively) new friends, but she's begun to understand the beauty of companionship, the beauty of being flanked by beautiful friends...by beautiful women.
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>She starts to desire, then crave something most inappropriate
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>She wants own a beautiful mare of her own.
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>Octavia is in many ways is the perfect target. Demure, sensitive, a musician and of course, attractive in all the subtle ways that would only highlight, but never distract from, Rarities own charms.
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>In other words, the perfect Accessory to own and the perfect potential...Not slave, that would be far to gouache a word. Perhaps indentured servants fit better.
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>Earth ponies were particularly easy to manipulate for a unicorn, not that she had an experience with such dishonest practices.
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>Not yet anyway.
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>Finding her prey wasn't hard. High society tended to draw the same ponies together again and again…Not that she'd been invited to many high society functions recently.
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>Her first move would simply be to make contact with the mare…her mare
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>Like a shark smelling blood in the water, rarity would home in on the sound of cello echoing over the exotically dressed party goers.
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>Such a beautiful sound, so worthy of belonging to her
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>Like a songbird, it was only natural she should want to cage it, to keep it for herself…right?
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>The songbird in question must have been a mare, her drab grey plumage being the perfect compliment to Rarities own striking white.
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>Rarity is enraptured, committing every detail of the soon to be hers Octavia that she can to memory.
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>From The poor unwitting Octavias perspective, rarity has been staring unblinking for several minutes as she performs. It's Very off putting.
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>There had been Rumors spreading recently…about the white one.
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>About how she'd been caught ogling mares in the streets, about how sometimes every so often a unicorn would go off the deep end and start using their powers for…Inappropriate acts.
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>Octavia shuddered, willing her break to come less quickly as she finished her set.
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>Time marches forward and she's forced to leave the stage eventually.
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>And rarities waiting
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>Out back behind the function is a secluded spot where young fillies might meet up to make out in secret.
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>Octavia has the impression she's forgetting something, but she also has the impression of a tongue in her mouth.
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>It had really been too easy, rarity pondered as she ran her tongue over Octavias soft lips.
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> Pretend to be faint and dramatically swoon after Octavias initial rejection of her offer for a drink
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>(the nerve! Such impudence would have to be trained out of her in the coming days),
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>and then apply the slightest bit of pressure to her mind once they were away from prying eyes.
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>She hadn't tried this sort of abuse of her powers before, but it was easier than she thought. Perhaps her dear little Octavia was just particularly susceptible to influence. Perhaps she was naturally inclined to be servile, or perhaps she was just a little stupid.
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>That's certainly what her vacant expression as she drooled with lust and arousal seemed to imply.
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>Whatever the case, she'd be much safer under her charge.
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>"Wait, stop…this isn't right…" Octavia lets out a soft, almost whispered protest between soft passionate kisses.
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>Rarity clucks her tongue. It must be wearing off already. She was aware it could take multiple treatments to wear a pony down.
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>But she didn't want to stop yet. She wanted to utterly consume the gray mare before her.
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>With a sigh she leans in and whispers in Octavias ear.
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>"No darling, this is right, this is safe, this is correct. Can you tell me why?"
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>Why, why would these disgusting, unsavory acts be ok?
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>"because…we're dating?" Octavias words are almost childlike in their innocence.
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>She feels like she's responding from a deep fog.
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>"That's right dear, very good! You and I are dating! And do you know when our next date is my darling songbird?"
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>"...Tomorrow. At your shop." The response comes almost automatically.
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>Rarity leans in and nips Octavias ear. "Very good darling. That way we can be alone together."
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>A deep and fearful part of Octavia shudders at the implications of that.
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>And you remember what to call me right darling?
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>...Miss rarity…" Octavia intones
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>"That's right, I'm Miss rarity, and you're my songbird. We're dating, and we're going to rendezvous tomorrow at my store. Such a good girl, such a smart girl you deserve a parting gift."
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>Octavia squirms feeling both disgusted and elated by the unicorn's compliments creeping into her mind, smothering the alarm bells there.
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>As she does, Rarity circles around and gently, tenderly lays a kiss on the gray mares now dripping sex.
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>Lightning rushes through Octavia as pleasure fills her mind, causing her to let out an squealing moan.
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>Hmhm, that should do it, rarity giggles to herself. With just a few subconscious commands( and a little pleasure to reinforce it) she'd be her plaything. And after tomorrow, so much more.
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>With a flick of her tail she leaves the gray mare shaking, barely able to stand behind the ball venue.
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>"Don't forget dear. Tomorrow. don't keep me waiting…"
by grapenut