In truth, the anticipation for a final feisty fight fell somewhat flat, as the vigorous thrashing the full fashionista had envisioned, failed to materialize in any meaningful way from the pair of ponies splendidly sagging her sack. The frantic fidgets and bumbling bucks emanating from within her balls were rather bland and clumsy, as their terrified twitches failed to pick up much in the way of steam, aside from a few clumsy convulsions and squirming spasms. The writhing wriggles enough to make Rarity risquély bite her lip, as periodically her packed away prey pressed or prodded against something erogenous in their last-ditch efforts to escape their entombed predicament. Only a thin screen of tender flesh separating them from freedom, though by the time the ingested individuals began their floundering fight, it was far too late for them to back out of the intimate interaction that they had so willingly agreed to.

A steady squeeze from her thighs enough to easily contain the confused commotion, allowing the reclining Rarity to relish the tenacity of the trapped trembles in the short time it took them to cease. The unicorn mulling the moment the delectable deadweight slacked off with a final reluctant quiver, leaving only two attractive masses of mare meat melting within her well-fed loins. A gentle gurgle from the distended gonads indicating that they had already begun breaking down the buxom biomass that had been Aloe and Lotus Blossom into bubbling baby batter. Each churning contraction grinding over their curvy contours, as the curled-up masseuses were gradually metabolized into a molten mush allowing her groaning testes more ready access to their more nutritious base components.

The sexily shaped simulacrums safely stowed in her scrotum soon softening, as the defined silhouettes of stewing beauticians were rapidly replaced by a smooth sphere of simmering seminal sauce. The attractive anatomy of her sounded snacks no match for the bludgeoning kneading of the bloated bollocks, and soon the sloshing sounds of gallons of salty seed began to fill the depopulated room. Rarity rubbing her hands over the perky breasts and amply arses as she traced the pair’s progress from person to puree. Each enviable curve soon nothing more than a pliant jism, as the smiling socialite expertly sluiced them into a fresh load of swirling sperm. The feeling familiar to the fashionista, as this was far from the first pony-sized partaking to pass down her phallus, even so, she was somewhat impressed at how quickly her engorged jewels had converted them into cum.

The dissolving female flesh soon nothing more than an ivory soup swirling within her scrotum, prompting the mare to stretch the snug snare of a latex prophylactic over her still throbbing shaft. The colour-coordinated condom adhering to her girth like a glove, as the skintight seal slipped neatly over her half-masting masculinity, that even now was beginning to grow turgid with erotic excitement. Rarity turning around slowly and bracing herself against the warm patch she had left on the massage table, using its cushioned top to get comfortable, before with a heaving shunt she began to gyrate her hips in a needy dry hump.

The first few thrusts jolting the fertile fluid just right, breaking up the last lingering fragments of her testicular treats, leaving just a cloudy emulsion swilling within her swaying nut sack. The oily reproductive phlegm rolling back and forth with each pump of the pelvis, as the virile rod swiftly became diamond hard with lustful desire. The pistoning penis eager to drain the heavy ballast resting in Rarity’s balls, leaving the moaning mare to let out all manner of unladylike noises. The shameful sounds only increasing in pitch, as the equine found a rhythm that rapidly sped the now sweating seamstress hurtling towards a euphoric eruption.

The pent-up pony not needing long to find release, as with the literal litres of foal foam resting between her straddled legs it would have taken but a sneeze to set her off. The first spurting rope of creamy jizz spraying forth like a burst water main, as a sequence of sticky shots began to rapidly rip out of the undulating threshold of Rarity’s winking urethra. The deluge of milky white rapidly inflating the restrictive rubber like a lecherous balloon, as dollop after dollop of steaming desire sprayed from her slit like a treacle tsunami. Rarity's body tensing up, drowning in the tantalizing tease, as an orgasmic injection of dopamine tore up her spine with a salacious shiver. The euphoria of a masturbatory oblivion flooding through her jibbering consciousness like a ripe nirvana, as her shameless self-servicing was enough to deceive her base senses into a false appeasement of her most base of biological imperatives.

The mare lost in herself, as her trembling hands traced along her shaft with a soothing stroke, that rode over the rod with a coasting caress. Her legs jittering out a shuffling dance in the wake of the eruptive emission, as the diversion of blood left the unicorn unsteady on her hooves as though she had suddenly stood up too quickly. The sound of her own heart hammering in her ears with a giddy glee, as for a moment time seemed to slow in the quaking quivers of pure indulgence. The frenzied ejaculation not immediately peaking though, as Rarity’s body seemed to sense there was plenty more milt left in the tank. The unicorn letting out a panting gasp, as she just continued to rub one out, while trying her best not to collapse under the brunt of the surging splooge.

Rarity stupefied by the wave of stimuli, as thoughts flashed through her mind in a stream of smutty ideas and perverse plans. The trust before the inevitable betrayal just making this all the juicier, as Rarity sated her ravenous hunger with a single appointment, though she did wish she could have detected the moment their panicked little hearts fluttered to a stop over the glorping sounds of their enviable figures boiling down into a slut smoothie. Not like she would shed a tear for the substantial protein shake her marecock had made, as for the most part she just enjoyed the feeling of the chunky gonad gravy drizzling from her stiff schlong. The only deviation from the pulpy prostate paste was the silky sensation of their meagre articles of uniform tickling as they traversed the tight tubing in a ball of goo-matted clothing.

The slime-lubricated soft fabric doing nothing to hold up the fornicating flow of masculine milk, as they slowly sunk to the bottom of the inflating condom, where they would be buried under the continuing downpour of alabaster spunk. The protection managing to handle the massive mess the two mares had made, though it was not uncommon for a double dinner to pop the swollen sheathe and paint the walls a musky blanche. In this case though, her cock’s svelte chevaline lunch had been rather lithe, leaving Rarity little doubt her preferred brand could handle this little emotional outburst of masculine mustard. The copious amount of jissom would soon stem though, and before long Rarity knew she would be limberly tying off this cooling cumdump, like any of her previously liquidated loads. The mare letting out a smug sigh, as another glob of swimmers departed her deflating bollocks, with a powerful muscular contraction, telling her that afterglow was still a way away. Not like the perspiration-peppered pony cared much, as she shuffled on the spot, just hopping her helpful refills had been kind enough to lay some towels out for her during this last visit before she switched to another spa, as Rarity knew she was going to need a shower in order to get presentable after this little carnal escapade….

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After a bit of leisurely digestion, the time comes for Rarity to let out the massive load produced by a double serving of lady lunch meat. Not like this is the first time she has fed her marecock a meal of mare meat though, and ever prepared, the unicorn has brought a condom to contain any possible salty spillage...

The third part of a multi-image commission I got from  magnificentarsehole featuring Rarity having a salacious session down the spa. The idea behind this was a trio of rough sketches MA did to go with an art pack that was never released, though I felt the idea was fun enough to merit a second attempt, which is what I will be posting as the accompanying Lemons are completed. As said, this is part Three, the following parts are linked below:

Part one: https://aryion.com/g4/view/903485

Part two: https://aryion.com/g4/view/904257

Part three: you are here

Part three CM edit: https://aryion.com/g4/view/906217

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