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Depraved sluttery happens on the way to Rariwhore's boutique. Rariwhore reveals her secret whore life to Sluttershy.
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>you are finally outside your apartment building after an eternity of male gaze raking your scantily clad body
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>well, scantily clad by your standards
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>the scrunchback bikini has ridden up and you feel like it fits more like a thong by this point
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>you could maybe reach under your skirt to fix it when nobody's looking...
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>...no! bad Slutter-- Fluttershy!
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>n-not in public..
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>you also feel the bikini top has shifted a little
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>they feel like the cups avoided being pulled aside by the elastic snagging onto your erect nipples
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>and the bumps are plainly visible through your white tank top
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>gosh, why didn't you put on a t-shirt or something?
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>it's not like you didn't consider putting one on in the bathroom
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>you aren't actually enjoying this, are you?
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>you shudder at the thought
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>"a leisurely walk to my boutique sounds lovely, doesn't it Sluttershy?"
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>this time, Rarity calls you by the S-word
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>you feel your heart beating in your ears
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>thankfully, it doesn't seem like anyone heard
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>speaking of being heard, there aren't that many pedestrians outside
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>th-thank goodness...
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>you'd be stared at nonetheless, but at least it'd be by fewer people, right?
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>a car drives by and you hear the occupants howling at you and Rarity's direction
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>you yelp and hide behind Rarity again
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>"aww, don't be so shy, darling. boys will be boys. we'll take a short path to my boutique"
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>you begrudgingly follow her, tugging down your skirt
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>it's not like you could say no and go back home, Rarity has your apartment keys
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>you take meek steps in your less scandalous heels behind Rarity
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>gosh, they are really high...
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>...
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>...and you have to admit they make her legs look rather sexy
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>you can't help but wonder what it'd be like to strut so confidently in those
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>soon, you and Rarity are walking into a nearby park
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>"see? not a person around"
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>you disagree
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>you can plainly see people jogging, flying drones, grilling things...
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>"oh psh, hardly any people here compared to the sidewalks. we can always go back to the main road if you'd prefer that"
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>you dart your eyes as you follow her, seeing if there's a bathroom nearby to sneak inside and fix your underthings
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>a jogger runs past you two
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>he's clearly checking out both of you
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>"it feels so nice, isn't it Sluttershy?"
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>your face feels hot
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>there's no way that jogger didn't hear her call you that!
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>"just a few minutes down this way and my boutique's right across the main street. we live so close! it's strange how i haven't.. ehem, *indoctrinated* you to our friends' way of life"
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>Rarity raises her arms and stretches, making her dress hikes up a few inches
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>the hem of her dress sits lewdly over her underass
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>the rear slit flashing her pale ass with every step now
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>you want to say something...
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>she can't be doing this on purpose, right?
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>she continues walking for several more seconds with her arms stretched above her head
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>the clip-clop of her stripper heels ring in your ears
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>you wonder if she tailored her dress to the perfect length for this sort of "malfunction"
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>you clutch the hem of your own skirt, sorely reminded of how short they feel on your ass
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>a light breeze picks up
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>your skirt starts ballooning out around you
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>no!
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>thank god you were clutching at the hem at the right moment
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>you practically glue your hands down to your thighs
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>someone whistles from behind you
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>oh no! your rear...
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>you arch your back and try to get the backside of your skirt under control
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>instead, your hand makes contact with your half-covered asscheeks
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>h-he's seen everything...
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>you feel almost dizzy with panic
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>and a tinge of arousal?
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>you twist your torso around and clamp down front and back with your hands
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>you scurry next to Rarity
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>m-maybe that wolfish pervert would be distracted by Rarity's state of dress and stare at you less?
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>(check that out, bro)
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>(shit, nice)
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>you hear the whispers but pretend to not hear them
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>you glance over at Rarity
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>she's got the same glazed look she had at the apartment, clearly knowing and enjoying the attention
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>she quickly reaches for one of the wrinkles around her waist and tugs up her dress ever so slightly
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>you look away, totally embarrassed on her behalf
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>Rarity! how could she?
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>how is she such a thirsty slut?
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>you hear a camera app click
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>oh no...
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>they're taking creepshots of you and Rarity
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>"a-ahh~"
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>Rarity trips on a small pebble and spills a bunch of credit cards from her purse
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>"how clumsy of me, I guess i was so turned on by those two gentlemen and didn't bother to look where i'm stepping..."
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>like a good friend, you bend down to help her pick them up
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>gosh, that's a lot of credit cards
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>they all smell like Rarity's perfume, too
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>you quickly grab a few, but Rarity's hands just hover over yours, not doing much
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>what's she doing...?
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>you shove a few back into Rarity's purse
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>suddenly, her hand grabs yours
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>"(slow down, darling)"
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>huh?
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>you look at her
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>her face is scarlet red
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>"(trust me, just follow my lead)"
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>you glance downward and notice that she's not crouched
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>that's when you realize her posture and yours
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>you.... you bent over at the waist!
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>you hear more clicks from a phone app few yards behind you
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>you try to stand upright but Rarity grabs your shoulder and stops you
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>"(no-no, let Sluttershy out from the shell...)"
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>you can't believe this!
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>you're in a skimpy swimsuit and indecently short skirt worn over it, and...
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>you become very, very acutely aware of your bikini bottom pinching your asscheeks
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>another light breeze picks up and gently caresses your ass
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>you shudder despite feeling hot *everywhere*
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>"(nice and slow.. let's give them a show they'll never forget, shall we?)"
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>you swallow and obey
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>you slowly pick up one of the plastic cards and hand it to Rarity,
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>she takes it and puts it in her purse just as slowly
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>then another one
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>your knees wobble with panicked arousal and it makes you wiggle your ass without you wanting to
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>maybe realizing that you two are doing this on purpose, the two men walk closer
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>you hear them taking pics mere feet away
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>is... is this what being a slut is like?
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>Rarity's breaths get more labored and you smell something else in the air
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>her shoulder, pressed up against yours, starts to tremble
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>she's... oh my
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>she's getting so turned on by this
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>...and you think you are, too
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>your breasts hang heavy on your chest
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>that tiny bikini top is probably completely out of place now, you feel your stiff nipples rub against the fabric of your tank top
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>a growing dampness in your bikini bottom cools in the breeze, making you shudder like you're having an orgasm
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>another card goes back into Rarity's purse
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>(dude, these are fuckin' sluts!)
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>(look at the purple haired one, her thong's already drenched)
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>(god damn teasing whores)
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>(that pink haired one's wearing cute ones too, maybe she came back from the beach?)
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>another card
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>Rarity is audibly panting now
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>you feel your own breaths quicken
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>your hands are shaking with adrenaline and drop the card a few times
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>another card goes inside
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>Rarity's hands wander over her breasts, cupping them
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>she's not even bothering to pick up the cards anymore
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>she moans softly, bending over a little more
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>ohmygosh...
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>you pick up a few more cards, resisting the urge to let your own hands wander to your increasingly heavy breasts
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>no cards left
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>you and Rarity keep your posture
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>Rarity bites her lip and winks at you
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>"(great job~ you foxy slut, you...)"
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>Rarity spreads her legs shoulder width, arches her back, then slooowly stands back up
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>slow enough to let them gander at her soaked thong, and take a few more pictures
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>she turns her head around and smiles seductively at the two men
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>you meekly try to do something similar, but can't bring yourself to do it
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>you are shaking too much
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>...and you think flashing your bikini at strangers is sluttery enough for now
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>"well darlings, i can see that you enjoyed our little show..."
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>huh?
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>you look down at their pants instinctively
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>theyre' both pitching tents
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>o-oh my goodness...
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>"as much as me and Sluttershy here enjoyed your company, we have plans for today. perhaps next time we can take it further?"
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>the two men look absolutely dumb, still not believing their luck
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>"hmm... i suppose i can't just let you two leave without something to remember us by"
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>Rarity taps her chin, then snaps her finger
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>before you can react, she reaches under your skirt and tugs at the side knots of your scrunchback bikini
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>you feel your hips and ass suddenly freed of pressure as the whole thing comes off in Rarity's hands
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>you squeak out a yelp
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>Rarity! how could you...
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>Rarity smiles and tosses it playfully at one of the men
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>"her name's Sluttershy. you got to take pics of her wearing it, and now you get to keep it~"
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>they stare at your (!) untied bikini with wide eyes
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>one of them brings it up to his nose and takes a sniff
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>without knowing, you bite your lip
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>"I'm Rarity by the way. please include our names when you share those pics online?"
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>Rarity struts over to both of them, squeezes their hardened bulges, and walks down the path again
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>you meekly follow her
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>pantyless
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>desperately hoping that another breeze won't pick up and lift up your skirt
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>but not really
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>your mind is a storm of conflicting emotions
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>you shudder again as your own fluids start to cool around your inner thighs
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---
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>you're Sluttershy
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>...
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>you might as well own up to it, huh?
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>you bent over at the waist in your slutty bikini and skirt with Rarity and gave a slutty public show to two dudes
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>and...
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>and you kinda liked it
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>your inner thighs are slick and cool with your own evaporating juices
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>your breasts are still heaving with your breaths
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>to think you committed sluttery with Rarity...
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>you can't believe it
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>now you're walking next to Rarity to her boutique, clinging to the hem of your skirt like your life depended on it
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>the fabric of your skirt brushes against your bare ass and hips
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>it feels odd... yet fantastic?
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>"that was a tantalizing distraction, wasn't it Sluttershy?"
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>no!
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>it was terrifying!
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>what if they started touching you and grabbing your breasts?
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>"oh, you'll learn to let yourself love it soon enough..."
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>the rest of the walk goes smoothly
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>only a stray park-goer glancing at you two, and Rarity winking at them or cupping her tits for them
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>now out of the park, you cross the street and enter Rarity's boutique
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>her boutique has changed since your CHS days
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>colorful slutwear of all types hang from the walls
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>some are fancy but revealing
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>others make your toes curl at the thought of wearing them in public
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>cupless corsets, fishnet things, slinky dresses with high side slits, slutty dancewear...
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>high heels and platform shoes of all types
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>chokers, elbow-length gloves, stockings, anklets...
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>you think you also recognize some pre-made cosplays
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>your eyes can't even take it all in
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>you also see some shoppers
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>unsurprisingly, they're dressed like sluts
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>one woman looks like she just walked out of a slutty rave, wearing a skimpy pleated skirt and a short blouse fitted more like a bra
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>she's holding a purple slinky dress in front of her to the mirror, side slits going well past where her panty straps would be
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>another woman is wearing a dark leotard and pantyhose, standing tiptoed in her red-soled high heels checking out a purple minidress
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>behind her, a hunky shop assistant stands close
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>a-and... he's stroking that woman's butt!
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>your heart skips a beat wondering how his hands would feel
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>a tall woman smiles and gives you a hungry look
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>"my my, Rares. got yourself another slut in training, did ya?"
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>it's Sassy Saddles
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>she's wearing an outfit totally inappropriate for a workplace
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>her breasts are nearly spilling out of the black corset squeezing her torso
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>her lower body is covered by nothing but a tight fitting black thong and equally severe thigh high stockings held up by garters attached to the corset
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>she towers over you in her platform heels
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>you can't help but gawk at her slutty garb
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>did Rarity make her wear this at work?
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>"Sassy Saddles! how's today so far?"
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>"oh, you know. breaking in our new assistant. he's such a hard working boy, but he gets a bit too grabby sometimes..."
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>behind you, you hear the leotard-clad woman moaning
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>you turn and see the male assistant kissing the woman's exposed neck
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>and his hands are... ohmygosh
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>all you can see is his hand pumping in and out underneath the bottom of the woman's leotard
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>"hey kid, get your fingers out of that lady's cunt! i swear, that boy's hands are glued to the patrons' pussies"
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>Rarity laughs
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>"well, i trust you to do the right thing, Sassy Saddles"
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>Sassy and Rarity share two kisses on the cheek and a brief tongue-heavy smooch
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>"don't worry Rares. off you go now with your girl-toy~"
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>you yelp as Sassy playfully gropes your left breast
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>you follow Rarity into the employees-only area of the boutique
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>behind you, you can hear Sassy yelling something about the store's "don't let our employees fuck you" policy and how the woman would be punished
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>your mind wanders about what kind of punishment that leotard-clad woman would be facing
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>this place is crazy!
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>Rarity is crazy!
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>you're crazy for following her!
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>you should just leave, maybe buy the least slutty panty off the rack to cover yourself, and never speak about this again!
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>but every time you want to stop, something inside you pushes forward
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>you're not enjoying this, are you?
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>"ta-da~"
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>you wake from your inner thought and look around you
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>the "employees only" area is not what you expected
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>there's a heart-shaped bed in the middle
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>a nightstand is next to it, and there are boxes of condoms and lube bottles on top
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>the walls are lined with more clothes hangars
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>they look like they have more variety than what's in the store, but less volume
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>like they were meant to be worn right here, not sold...
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>"have a look! do you like it, Sluttershy?"
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>you can't believe your eyes
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>did she make all these?
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>"oh good heavens, i only made about half of them myself. the other half is from an outlet that was going out of business. i bought all their slutwear catalog for cheap. there's even more of it in a storage unit, but this is basically all of it in terms of variety. but this being *my* boutique and all that, i couldn't really sell them here, so i decided to put them to a better use..."
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>Rarity winks at you and beckons you to to a small TV
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>it's playing some kind of porn
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>a heart shaped bed
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>two masked ladies, pale and blue
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>getting dicked and moaning
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>...
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>it's Rarity and Sassy!
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>she makes porn here??
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>"oh, porn is so low-class. we prefer to call our product 'beyond boudoir' videos..."
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>the masked Rarity on TV is being flipped onto her back and her legs spread out like a crab
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>an unknown man pulls her lacy thong aside
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>Rarity sighs and moans softly
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>"i remember that man. his cock was EXCELLENT. i couldn't enjoy vibrators for a month because they just weren't as good as him."
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>Rarity struts over and pulls out a hangar
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>"i wore these for that shoot, what do you think?"
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>you realize that it's a full clothes-and-underwear set, just like the other ones all around you
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>a gothic looking dress hangs from the thick hangar, cut high around the sides and tapering down the back like a diamond
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>the front of it keeps going up
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>you don't think it'd hardly cover your crotch if you wore it
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>the neckline, while looking Victorian, is definitely low enough to show at least some areola
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>a bundle of frilly things hang on an attached hangar
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>the bra looks more like a strap harness and has no cups
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>the straps make an upside-down star shape with tight choker hole around the neck
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>the thong is similar: three straps in parallel for waistband, a thin strip of lace for coverage, running up behind to connect to the other end of the waistband
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>a pair of garter straps dangle from the waistband
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>a pair of thigh-high stockings with lacy band hang from them like unfurled donuts
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>on the floor where the outfit was hanging is a pair of 6-inch heeled boots with buckles and small padlocks
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>you look at the TV again
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>masked Rarity's body is being rocked back and forth now, her tongue lolling out from her mouth
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>you see the same outfit on her, slightly undone and her dress hiked up above her waist
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>"i had to get them cleaned twice to get rid of all his cum. it's a shame such lovely, tasty fluids leave horrible stains in fabrics"
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>her words ring hollow in your ears
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>you look around to the other outfits
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>you think they were put together with specific fetishes in mind
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>there's one that looks like something out of Sailor Moon, but with thigh-high heeled boots and nearly see-through leotard
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>there's that one-- it looks like Rarity's pony-up outfit but with a knee-length skirt that looks severely tight
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>and... oh! there's one that looks similar to your pony-up outfit, but much sluttier
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>the two parts of the hem meet much higher than you remember
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>you don't think you could wear it without flashing the neon pink panty hanging in front of it
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>it's also got a plunging backline
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>"oh, those. it turns out some of our "clients" have a thing for pony-up girls from when they were kids. they don't seem to remember our faces though. that's pony magic, i suppose. i *really* enjoy getting fucked in those."
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>s-someone has a fetish for pony-up girls?
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>and you specifically?
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>you feel your ears pounding with heartbeat
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>Rarity... or maybe Sassy... they let random men fuck them on camera
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>dressed like you...
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>you touch your face with trembling hands
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>you feel something hot running down your inner thighs
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>why did that turn you on so much?
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>Rarity glances at your thighs and smirks
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>"say, darling... would you like to try on your pony-up costume?"
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>...
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>y-yes, please...
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