>"Doesn't it feel good, Twilight? Aren't you so glad I'm sharing this pleasure with you?"
>Her glowing green eyes pour into yours, searching for an answer
>"Rarity, this isn't right, we need to go get you some help"
>"That's no way to treat a friend after she shares a gift with you! Out of the two of us, I think that you're the one who needs help!"
>A devilish grin crosses Rarity's face
>"And I know just how to provide."
>She leans forward, closing her eyes and planting her lips on yours
>Her tongue darts into your mouth
>You try to push her away, but she has the strength of a mare possessed, and she's not taking no for an answer
>Her tongue feels slimey, coating yours in a thin layer
>Then you hear her stomach growling, some kind of lump making it's way upwards
>You try to pull away, but you have nowhere to go
>You see the lump rising through her throat and give one last shove, one last struggle to try and break free
>Rarity opens her eyes as the lump reaches the back of her throat
>Your last coherent thought was how, despite the unnatural shading, they still were some of the most gorgeous eyes you had ever seen
>The lump surged forward, crossing the gap from Rarity's mouth into yours in an instant
>The slime fills your mouth, your tongue doing next-to-nothing to stop it's approach
>Your eyes go glassy as you feel the blob split. >Half forces it's way down your throat, while the other half travels up
>The goo around your horn presses inwards as well, sending pulses of pleasure down your spine
>You feel the slime slip behind your skull and start to envelop your brain
>Numbing fog descends, making it hard to grasp any thought, a cloud of pure bliss spreading across your conscious
>So hard to think
>So much easier to relax
>So much easier to give in