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Carousel Underground (Alt end)
🕑 Added 2017-09-29 15:51:49 +0000 UTCSundays tended to be particularly popular days in Equestria, not simply because of television’s prime time Game of Pones. Once that was out of the way, and the moon had crested in the sky and colts and fillies had went to bed, another very, very popular show would come into play, much to the delight of the midnight deviants.
Screens of all shapes and sizes lit up in darkened bedrooms, cozy living rooms, and even seedy bars where the crowds would look up from their drinks with bits in their hands and grins on their faces. It had become a tradition of sorts, with every week bringing new dramatic twists and turns in a story being written...in the underground ring! The magi-cast was live-streaming the entire event, making it all the more exciting for many who didn’t have to deal with spoilers and edited action.
The screens lit up with bright, colorful fonts, and it cut immediately to none other than a flashback of events, reminding the viewers and informing those that had missed last week’s highly charged episode that Scootaloo was officially out of the great game after a stunning defeat to none other than Silver Spoon, who had downright viciously out-cuddled the other mare and hugged and nuzzled her so hard that she had managed to sprain the pegasus’ lower back, leaving her on the mat while she soaked up the cheers and adoration of the unseen audience, the cameras milking the drama for every bit it was worth as Scootaloo was wheeled out with a ‘oh, woe is me! My back, owchies~’ sob, hand on forehead and all.
Sweetie, Scootaloo’s one and only wrestling partner, wasn’t about to take all that sitting down. Oh no.
Tonight, there was going to be a revenge match, and it would be the showdown of a century, the kind that the colts would be talking about behind the schoolyard for days on end, the kind that erotic fanart would be made and shared on the fanciful new interwebs, the kind that meant that Rarity was, for now, going to be a very, very rich mare.
She giggled madly as she refreshed her Haypal account every now and then, watching the bits flow in to keep the show running...by now, she had enough for an entirely new season! She grinned a wicked little grin, the kind of grin that usually meant that Twilight and company was going to have to remind her with the powers of friendship about the no-nos of greed.
The camera panned immediately over to the entrance of the basement, fancifully decorated with a plethora of flowers, silk, ribbons, lace, streamers, and, for all purposes, made the staircase, now carpeted, look like something out of Grand Canterlot, certainly and definitely and obviously and most assuredly not the basement of the Carousel Boutique, the same basement that had left authorities fumbled and unable to track down after Princess Celestia issued a decree that reaffirmed that, indeed, erotic wrestling being distributed en-masse to the nation’s youth wasn’t exactly what she had in mind for the country’s next five-year development plan. The huge sign that was plastered on the wall, reading ‘Carousel Underground’ certainly didn’t help law enforcement efforts. Not one bit.
But porn would always find a way, and so it did amid the rousing cheers of thousands of ponies around Equestria as the next two of many high-school mares trying to make a quick bit entered the basement for a rumble!
Lo, and behold, entered a mare dressed from head to toe in a drop-dead gorgeous butterfly themed silks and lace, wrapping around her long, supple legs and slender body with bright pinks and yellows, complete with glistening, multi-hued wings that would have made the runways of Canterlot WISH they had a designer who’d thought of that, or had the even a sliver of skill needed to make them by hand. As with all fighters, the mare’s identity was unknown, guarded safely by the similarly butterfly-themed mask she wore that accentuated her beauty in a sense, making her look mysterious, and oh so dazzling. Glitter was key here, and Sweetie nailed it as she sauntered down the stairwell on multi-inch high heels, trying not to tumble down and end the fight prematurely as she gulped. Thankfully, she managed to make it to the ring, where she hopped in with ease, letting the crowd marvel at how the wings on her outfit managed to give her a magical boost with a burst of glitter, sending her (dangerously) close to the ceiling as she flew, hovered, and daintily let herself down into the ring, just as the magical charge on those wings finished, letting the colorful fabric break off and disintegrate in the air, blown by an unseen wind.
Theatrics was the key here, and if it was one thing Rarity had in the bag, it was exactly that. Even now, she remained off-screen, baseball cap perched on head, portable mic by her mouth and earpiece in her flicking ear, and her ever trusty sidekick Spike by her side as she managed the very delicate aspects of livestreaming a professionally produced erotic wrasslin’ match.
“Pan Camera Four! Switch to Camera Two! Goodness, this coffee tastes like swill, Spikey, be a dear and get me a fresh one, will you - YOU THERE! Raise the ringside mikes! They’re too soft!”
Truly, it was an operation to behold. Spike saluted and scurried down the specially built tunnel that led out behind the Boutique, seeing that nopony could really leave out the stairwell when the match was in full-swing.
‘La Mare-iposa’ stood brave and strong, going to her corner in the opulently decorated ring as she struggled not to scratch her arm in the chafey outfit she donned...for all intents, beauty still had a price, after all! “Nnngh, c’monn Silver, get your stupid butt in here already…” She let out sigh, before resting back on the delightful heart-shaped turnbuckles, padded with fine faux-leather and vinyl, while her arms rested on cushy, velvet ring ropes that would have looked like it was swiped from Fancy Pant’s place where all the sluttish noblemares wrestled….if one looked closer, one would see his initials on them, actually. A few months into the future, the police would be paying him an unexpected visit...but for now, they were all busy watching the stream to look for….’clues.’
Just as Mareiposa grumbled a tad, the lights went dim once more, and relentlessly loud rock music blared into the room and the screens, making the Butterfly-themed mare roll her eyes, the cameras making sure to pick up her annoyance from a distance.
“HA-HA!” None other than Mistress Murcièlago let out a grand, dominating laugh as she stretched at the top of the stairs, looking like she was ready to win this year’s and the next’s Nightmare Night. She was all-sleek, all black tonight, dressed in a deliciously saucy mix of leather and lace as she sauntered down into the room and gave the cameras a ‘whhip-pssshh’ motion with her hand, making all the colts out there flutter (and jerk themselves a little harder). Goodness, she was a hottie.
Her theme was that of the Bat, fanged, hissing, wicked, and oh-so-bad, giving Diamond Tiara a run for her bits whenever she was given the solo stage for herself. She took one look at Mareiposa and let out a snicker. “Hey there, lil Butterfly~ I hear your Sparrow friend might never wrestle again. Serves her right, she was a loser anyway!”
The crowd gasped, and as did the Butterfly. They could talk cock about her, but not Scootaloo!!!! She fumed like mad, clenching her fists. “You got lucky, you mangy bat, you...but your luck has ran out, she will be avenged tonight!”
“Haha, by who, you? Bats eat butterflies for breakfast!” She growled, before leaping into the air, executing a perfect twirl (to Rarity’s relief) and not knocking any of the spotlights on top (again, to Rarity’s immense relief), and coming down to smack her heels on the ring, hands on her hips in an oh-so-delicious bitch pose that simply radiated confidence.
Rarity gave the signal and both lovely ladies smiled, stripping off the excess bits of their outfit to reveal their perky, cute breasts amid the hoots of the crowd, shedding the glamorous attire and heels in favor of a pair of racy undies, socks, and evening gloves the same theme with their ring animal and masks…..in short, simply perfect outfits for this kind of dueling.
Silver Spoon, under the mask, spread her legs and struck a pose, before pointing right at the Butterfly with a sneer. “You know...I might just put YOU in the hospital as well, at least you’ll be able to keep your friend company, ha-ha-h- OOOOFFFH!”
The crowd gasped, though not so much as Rarity who flipped through the script and nodded with approval as the soft, serene cuddlewrestler went from butterfly to wasp as she charge-tackled the wicked young mare, sending both fighters to the mat in a stunning display, where Sweetie went in for a wicked slap to the cheek!
“That’s for Sparrow!”
And she slapped her again on the other cheek!
“And THAT-” she leaned in closely and whispered in Murcie’s twitching ear. “-is for dunking Applebloom with cider at the prom last week. I mean, seriously, what drives you to want to impress Diamond so much, it-GAAAAH!
Sweetie yiped as Silver, displaying quite the wonderful show of lower body strength (oh yes, boys, she could ride, and she could BUCK!), bucked the other mare off with nothing but the power of an upward thrust of her hips, sending the Butterfly flopping over to the side, where she followed up with an all-too savage counter-slap to the belly!
“O-OW!”
“Stick to the script!” Silver hissed, before, like the professional she was, she grabbed Sweetie by her exposed mane and looped her long, slender legs around her head, sliding them easily around her neck and going in for a headscissors!
“Yip!” Sweetie gasped in shock, before growling as she pawed dramatically at Silver’s luscious thighs, surprisingly harder to the touch than Sweetie had originally expected it to….oh, that...that cheating delinquent, she’d been working out over the weekends, obviously wanting to claim the Cutie-Patootie Championship title coming up next month!
The crowd gasped as the heroine remained trapped, turning a little pink as Murcie kept up the hold, easily taking control of the other mare through the judicious application of luscious, thick thighs over that slender neck. Sweetie kicked with her feet, groaning a little, before she went in for a surefire way to break almost any hold; a tail-tuggin’! She reached up and grabbed the other mare’s tail, fastened with ribbons and doused with glitter to give her an almost ethereal, sinister sheen...and she TUGGED, the same way Fluttershy does to Rarity; a little too roughly when she was having a dirty date in the spa’s mud baths.
“OWIE!” Murcie yelled and her grip loosened, letting Silver slip out of the hold by throwing one leg off her neck, before coming in for a sitting bearhug, wrapping her arms around the other mare and following up with a nuzzle, pressing her warm snout against the other fightin’ gal’s neck in a well-practiced motion, before rubbing into the soft fur there and bringing her lips to play, nipping, sucking, kissing, absolutely working the villainous bitch with almighty love and adoration!
Silver squealed, blushing something fierce under her mask, shaking her head with denial as she was pleasured in a most humiliating position, trapped and unable to move as her arms were pinned to her sides by the hug.
“Muurrf!” The Butterfly, well, murfed, as she ran her lips to her opponent’s cheek now, kissing her a sultry kiss and a lick, before - in a variation of a ground n’ pound - tipping Silver over to the mat, flat on her back while she buried her face in the crook of her neck, leaving trails of warm, vanilla-scented saliva (she’d been naughty at Pinkie’s place with the fattening sundaes!) on Silver’s mask and neck.
“Noooh, stooop!” Silver moaned as the heat between her legs grew, making her tremble as she was utterly dominated...but she wasn’t a top tiered wrestler for nothing, she fought back, sliding her luscious thigh in between Sweetie’s legs and pressing it firmly in between the wedge of Sweetie’s legs, causing the masked wrestler’s eyes to go wide as she was bobbed.
“A-ah, give up, Murcie! You’ll never defeat me!”
“S-silence, foal! You’ll never defeat ME!”
The crowd bit their nails and leaned forwards in their wet seats as the two gals tussled good and proper, with a sudden roll initiated by Murcie earning the two fighters a shocked ‘ooooooh’ as Silver took the top position, griinnnding that thigh even deeper between Sweetie’s legs, finally earning her a long, loud -
“Aahhhhhhhhhhn~~~~~”
Scandalous! Positively scandalous, this was, and as the room heated up, so did the ratings, shooting through the roof as Rarity mentally counted the bits she was raking in. “That’s a new iTelephone X for me, an iTelephone X for you…” She grinned wickedly, trying her best not to break out into villainous laughter as she Sweetie moaned yet again as Silver put her weight into her opponent; even Sweeetie clamping her thighs together to stop the pleasuring couldn’t do much.
Eventually, she stopped nuzzling all together, and Murcie managed to pry the poor mare’s arms off her, gloriously flexing her slender body as she rose up like a phoenix out of the ashes, claiming the dominant position and the adoration of the crowd! She smiled...and then sneered, looking down at Sweetie and wasting no time to transition from one position to the other, sliding on the mat and promptly popping her luscious behind on Sweetie’s face, causing the Butterfly to squeal as she was flattened under the might of Silver plump, round tush!
“THAT’S for pulling my tail!” The bat wrestler giggled, letting her tail whip about as she grinnnnded her butt against Sweetie’s muzzle...but that was hardly the worst she had in mind for her opponent. Oh no, she looked down at her classmate and rival’s slender body, eyeing every curve and delicious taut tremble...coming to rest on the little plump mound that sat behind...damp...fabric, increasingly getting soaked as the two remained in such salacious close contact.
Silver licked her lips...Sweetie stood no chance, and Silver knew it as she buried her muzzle in between the mare’s legs, causing Sweetie to positively squeal as the invasive snout of the other mare dug in deep...and in a sweet, vengeful move, she moved her muzzle from side to side, up and down, nuzzling the mare’s drooling cooch, working those plump, tight pussy lips apart to get through to the delicate, silken pussyflesh under Sweetie’s pink-and-white butterfly themed panties.
“Mmmph! Mmmmmph!” Sweetie exhaled loudly, suffering under Silver’s cushy rear as she went red faced; her legs trembling as she was pleasured so lewdly, and it was only going to get much, much worse when Silver bite into those panties and pulled them to the side, exposing her winking cunt to the world, positively oooozing with marecum and demanding to be satiated. Good….Silver was thirsty!
Silver opened her maw and let her long, lithe tongue lap along the sides of Silver’s mound, cleaning up what leaked out of her pussy; that sweet, salty, tangy mare honey that made her tastebuds tingle with absolute delight, before going for the main course, diving her tongue in between the two supple, thick lips that made Sweetie buck wildly under her, trembling and whimpering amid the cheers of the crowd.
The wrestling match had somewhat transitioned into a fap-fest, and Rarity all but rolled her eyes at the overexcited boys (Spike included) who went positively wild at the sight of a well-executed sexual submission. Silver’s cunninglus was something not to be taken lightly, and many of her fans knew that she’d taken out no less than four mares and a stallion with just her tongue...quite the feat!
But Sweetie wasn’t just one to take a pussy eating and not give back; she was the sister of the Element of Generosity, after all, and she was going to make sure Silver was repaid for everything she was doing to her!
“Murf!” She grunted, trying to wedge her muzzle to the side and around Silver’s panties, getting under it and sticking her tongue as far as it could go, exploring between Silver’s legs until her tongue touched something deviously warm and wet, uncovered with fur and throbbing hotly. Silver shivered and moaned, and it was exactly the reaction Sweetie needed to keep on going.
She fought back like a champ, ramming her tongue up Silver’s marehood like she was wildly in love with the mare, lapping away at her insides and tossing foreplay out the window, causing Silver to arch her back and squeal with delight, only to remember exactly what was at stake here. She yiped and dove her head back in between Sweetie’s thick thighs, going to town on her opponent’s cunny and striking her with sharp lashes of her tongue and salacious licks, coaxing the other mare’s trembling clit out of its sheath and attacking that too, overwhelming the poor mare with pleasure that rocked her body…
Which inadvertently made Sweetie’s licking all the more wild and unpredictable, making Silver moan loudly with every lick, for every lash of her tongue, she received one in turn from the mare underneath her. Both mares were worked to levels of positively intolerable arousal, peaking at lofty highs and making their sweat and juice covered bodies to lock up with excitement.
The crowd held their breath; bated and anxious, but not as intensely as Silver and Sweetie, and eventually, one of the mares had to give out….and after a moment of frantic waiting, both mares trembled hard and squealed, and the crowd gasped sharply as their throbbing marehoods practically exploded, leaving both muzzles awash with mare-cum as they jizzed at the same time as they shared a mutual body-rocking orgasm!!!
Both mares let out a muffled wail as their bodies gave out and they cummed mightily, spraying mare honey all over muzzles and heaving chests...before they arched their backs and let out delighted sqeuals, before going limp, groaning and convulsing in post-orgasmic bliss… Silver flopped over limply, rolling over beside Sweetie with a droopy, happy-silly expression on her face as she panted.
“Ptui!” Sweetie spat the remainder of Silver’s salty-sweet mare honey from her lips and pouted. “Well, I don’t think that was in the script either.”
Silver all but smirked in response, her eyelids drooping lazily. “Yeah, I improvised.”
*DING DING DING!!!* It was a draw!
And the crowd loved it, cheering as the two fighters chuckled and stood up on wobbly knees to take a bow, whilst Spike ran up to help them out of the ring, before mopping up the trail of mare honey from such an intense sexfight, letting both mares leave with ease as they chuckled, hands on one another’s waists, sauntering out of the room and out of the all-seeing eye of the cameras where they would congratulate one another...but first, there was the pressing need for a much-desired hot bath, and thankfully, Rarity’s bathroom was big enough for two.
***End***
