#44714 - safe, ai generated, prompter:horselover fat, rarity, unicorn, anthro, g4, adorasexy, bare shoulders, blushing, cute, female, frown, horn, hourglass figure, open mouth, purse, sexy, shoulderless, simple background, solo, standing, stripes, sweater dress, tail

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Background Pony #125E

This is the second part, first part posted here: https://tantabus.ai/images/44698#comment_155292
Content: TG/TF, mind stuff, suggestive.

She was alone when the fog, both mental and physical, cleared. There was nobody there to hear or see her.
She was standing in an alleyway and something had just happened. She tried to recall her circumstances but it was like trying to get an answer from an uncooperative cat, her brain so recently addled by whatever it was. Slowly she was able to extract the shape of it. The gas gun had gone off, and she’d succumbed, and now she had to find… someone? Two someones! Yes, and they’d be easy to spot, she felt. But she had no idea which way they’d gone, or quite how long she’d been out of it.
She was holding a tiny handbag. Was it hers? She couldn’t really place it from before. Snapping the flap, she found it contained a pocket knife, some condom packets, a mannish-looking wallet, a phone, and some keys. Home, she thought when she held the latter. She had to get home with her… her… friends? That didn’t seem like the right word, but in any case she had to find the two people she was looking for and get home in a hurry. She was anxious and felt vulnerable, exposed - she tugged her dress down as far as it would stretch, but it relaxed back into a dangerously high position just below her hips and barely keeping her decent - and confused. Where was home, anyway? She could clearly see the apartment door in her mind’s eye, burned in as a familiar sight. But each successive turn and corner rounded in getting away from that place in her memory became less and less distinct. And she had no idea where she was right now, in any case.
She pulled out the phone, which seemed unusually large for some reason. There was a fingerprint reader in the screen which she touched her thumb to. It scanned her for a second… and then rejected her! She tried an index finger, to no different result. Why wasn’t her phone recognizing her? She swiped the screen to bring up the keypad and traced a shape over the numbers in a pattern as familiar as her apartment door, which finally granted her access. She brought up the GPS and zoomed out, finding a place marked HOME and tapping it. A route popped up between there and her current location… all the way across the city! But at least she had a map, and now she just needed the other two. Whoever they are.
Her heels seemed especially loud for some reason, like she wasn’t used to their click-clock ringing in her hears. Probably the alley walls, she decided as she made her way out to the open sidewalk. The streetlights were glowing bright, and she realized she had no concept of how long she’d spaced out back in the alleyway. There weren’t many people out right now, in fact this looked like one of those decaying neighborhoods where people tended not to stick around unless they had no place else to go. That’s why I chose it, she suddenly thought. A memory resurfaced of her looking for areas in the city where witness and police would be minimal, and plenty of desperate people in a bad situation would volunteer for… something. She lost it before the purpose of her excursion could be discerned, but it had to do with the two she was looking for.
She eeny-meeny-miny-mo’d between going left and going right, and she settled on right, setting out to find the two missing people she felt might clarify things for her.
There was someone up ahead leaning against a corner, a lookout she instinctively realized. He was scanning over the neighborhood, keeping an eye out for trouble from the entrance of a nearby alleyway. More alleys, she thought. He was kind of intimidating, probably near six feet tall and build like a retired linebacker. He put on a casual air but there was an intensity in his eyes as they darted to and fro. She felt nervous as she approached.
Especially when his eyes settled on her, widened slightly, and he smiled. Her anxiety shot up a few notches when he lifted his finger and curled it in a beckoning motion. She glanced around herself to make sure he meant her, and there as nobody else around. She pointed up at her face and he nodded. Well, maybe he knew how to help her… though he didn’t seem like someone she should recognize. A total stranger. Nervously, she tugged at the high-riding hem of her sweater-dress and approached slowly, trying to keep her naturally swishy hips in check as best she could.
“You must be looking for your squad,” he whispered when she was close. Her squad? The other two? She nodded. “They’re back here with my crew,” he said, gesturing down the narrow corridor between the two buildings. “Come on and join in,” he grinned, putting a big, heavy hand around her shoulder and guiding her towards the shadowy crevice. What choice did she have? She let him lead her further away from the street lights, her heels once more reverberating loudly from wall to wall in the narrow, unlit space.
“So where’d you beauties come from?” he asked. Halfway through the question, her trepidation suddenly lessened. Beautiful? Her? Ooo, the very concept buoyed her spirits! What a kind thing to say! She was lucky to run into such a nice guy. Unfortunately she didn’t have an answer for him, so she just sighed and shrugged. “Not in the mood to talk, eh?” he asked, patting her shoulder reassuringly. “Well that’s okay, neither are they.”
She could hear voices up ahead, and there were vague shapes in the darkness now that her eyes were adjusting. Two familiar white figures tickled her neurons and triggered a memory. The people she was looking for had to be here! As she approached the midpoint of the alley she saw more of its occupants, partially obscured behind dumpsters and crates.
One of them was a kneeling figure, white skin almost glowing in the darkness, head bobbing back and forth and purple tail swishing from side to side in a happy little dance all its own. She was kneeling in front of someone who was leaning against the wall behind the dumpster; all she could see of her partner was a dark head of hair contorting and straining and panting and grunting.
The other was leaned over a stack of boxes. Her face was a pale, delicate doll’s with a mouth pursed into an O, cheeks rosy red and puffing with her breath, her eyes closed dreamily and her body rocking back and fort. Her sweater-dress had been pulled down over her arms so that her generous bosom was exposed below her horizontal torso, resting on the boxes and rolling with her rocking motion. Her dress had also been bunched up at her stomach, revealing her broad hips which sported two dark hands gripping them from either side as one of the three men drove and withdrew into her, gritting his teeth and flaring his nostrils as he exerted every effort into plowing her from behind.
Laying on the crate in front of the copulating duo was a familiar device that instantly sucked more memories into the gravitational pull of its recognition: gas dispenser, I need that! She was surprised by the vehemence of her unbidden mental faculties rising up to insist on this point. It became a fixed star in her mind’s foggy universe, and a vague constellation began to form around it as clearly as the Big Dipper, but the other stars in her personal cosmos refused to take shape as easily. It was the one thing she became certain of: she needed that gas dispenser!
“Dah-dah-darling?” the nearby woman asked even as her body was clearly approaching its crest of pleasure. Something tickled in the newcomer’s horn, and the staccato utterance seemed to convey a meaning almost as clear as actual speech. Yuh-yuh-yuh-You? Here? So they knew who she was!
“Hey I thought you were-” the woman’s erstwhile partner panted as he saw them approach, “bein’ lookout?”
“I was, and I was looking out when I saw their friend here show up!” her escort said, reaching down and patting her backside. “You know what they say, good things come in threes!”
His little compliment warmed her heart and added to the joy of finding her targets and the gas dispenser. Her mood had done a complete 180, from fear and trepidation to elation and excitement. Now she just needed to get her three finds home!
That’s when her escort removed his hand from her shoulder and grabbed the back of her sweater dress, hoisting it up to expose her bare butt to the alleyway air, tugging on the base of her tail as he did so. “Mmm-MMMM!” he said appreciatively. “I wanna couple a’ graham crackers to make some more of that ass!” he chuckled, boxing her butt cheeks in on either side with his hands.
*What a nice thing to say!*she thought immediately, getting a little thrill from his eagerness and feeling a little warm from his sudden attention. She reeled at the way he approved of her figure, and how much it drove him wild! It felt exhilarating and empowering, giving her a pride in her body that she hadn’t really known before.
Which is why she felt a little regret when she grabbed the gas dispenser from the crate and pulled the trigger, filling the narrow passage with a smokescreen of colorful dust. Her escort, sadly, began sputtering and coughing immediately and wasn’t able to tickle her ears with any more sweet words. She shoved the dispenser into her handbag and snapped it closed securely, then turned to grab her first counterpart away from the man who’d had her bent over the crate, also consumed by the gas, and tugged her away by the elbow. She protested, her cries of “DARLING! DARLING! DARLINGDARLINGDARLING!” being automatically translated in her brain as HEY! STOP! LEAVE ME! PLAY WITH YOUR OWN MAN, SLUT! but with the element of surprise, she was able to drag her complaining catch over to the other side of the alley.
Feeling blindly through the smoke, her hand brushed against a fuzzy ear. This landmark told her where to feel for the horn, which she grabbed and pulled to bring the other unicorn girl to her feet. “Daaarling! Darling darling darlingdarling!” Awwwwww! I almost had him over the edge! It was hard to interrupt their fun, but her mission took precedence. She led them back through the alley and away from the technicolor cloud of fog, in which the coughing of their former paramours was already changing pitch and sounding more feminine. That seemed familiar, somehow, but she put the vague questions out of her mind for now and focused on leading the two Rarities out despite their protests.
The space between the buildings echoed with the clacking of six high-heeled shoes and a profusion of “Darling darling darling darling…” which buzzed her horn on the way to her mind where it all landed in comprehensible speech. Why did you do that? You’re mean! Stop pulling! Let me go back there and check on- and so on. When they were deep enough into the block and she saw an opening for the sidewalk, she paused and let them all catch their breath. She looked at her first counterpart, the one who had been bent over the crate, and saw that she was delightfully indecent. Her sweater dress, with its tutti-fruiti colored horizontal stripes, was riding high enough not to cover any of her womanhood and pulled low enough down her arms that her beautiful bosom was jiggling free and clear. Her second counterpart was fully dressed and looking confused, licking her lips and the inside of her mouth longingly.
My dear, sweet lovelies, I’m sorry to pull you away from such deliciously naughty fun! But I simply must get you home immediately! Your beauty is wasted in these alleyways, pearls cast before swine! Won’t you accompany me home where I will appreciate your magnificence for the divine artwork that it truly is? Which was translated before it reached her mouth as a string of darlings, but obviously had the intended effect on her audience. Their eyes drooped slightly and their moods definitely softened, her compliments leaving them pliant and amenable.
She smiled and lifted the chin of the shy, quiet one in the yellow and purple sweater dress and held her gaze. Fear not, my dear! Your scintillating oral talents shall not waste away in idleness! “Darling darling! Darling darling…” Her plaything giggled and smiled weakly, already enchanted and ensorcelled by the several consecutive compliments into a state of agreeableness. She kissed her little love-doll on the forehead and then turned her attention to the tougher case in the sherbet-striped dress, currently doing not much of its job.
Oh my! Such wondrous treasures are simply too much for the world to see openly right now, dearest! she said via the Darling-speech as she tugged the other unicorn woman’s sweater hem downwards to cover her enticing, if lightly-used, nethers before turning her attention to the lewdly enlarged, naked breasts. And this amazing bounty of womanly endowment! Spellbinding! Spectactular! But as lovely as they are out in the open, I dare say your cute little dress looks rather fetching when stretched over them, don’t you agree dear? Her quivering little woman was in no state to disagree, nor to resist as her shoulderless dress was lifted back up to conceal the majority of her bosom, nipples tickled by the soft and thick fabric that smudged out their contours from view.
Judging that her prizes had been suitably buttered-up through flattery, she instructed them to wait here for her a moment and disappeared back around the corner they’d just come from. She reappeared about two minutes later with a trio of clones in tow, all identical except for their sweater dresses which were variations on the same theme.
Shall I lead you all home then, my dears? “Darling darling darling darling, darling?”

Rarity woke with one hand on Rarity and her other arm wrapped around Rarity, with Rarity’s head cradled across her tummy. She took a moment to savor the bliss of her daily waking dream come true as the endless chatter of “darling darling darling…” from three or four Rarities reached her ears from different rooms in the apartment. She heard water in pipes and knew that probably there were a pair of Rarities getting each other very clean indeed, while the smell of toast and the sizzling of something savory in a hot pan told her that Rarity had breakfast duty today.
She stretched her toes and shifted her back to work some of the sleep out of her body, causing the Rarity at her stomach to stir awake and begin planting sweet, soft kisses on her belly.
“Darling darling, darling darling,” she said softly in the general direction of her abdomen, view obscured by her own generous bosom. Good morning, my sweet pet.
Always a good morning lying next to you, my lovely mistress, her lover whispered in darlings. Rarity’s body reacted to the sincere compliments by sending a field full of monarch butterflies aflutter in her stomach beneath the lips of her lover, and strumming her heartstrings like a gentle guitar melody that stoked her mood delightfully. Her involuntary writhing roused the other two Rarities, who snuggled in close and started lazily caressing her in various places that did wonders for her libido. She luxuriated in their sensual attentions and had just started nibbling the closest Rarity-ear when Rarity appeared in the doorway.
“Darling darling, darling!” she grinned at the Rarity-pile on the bed with a knowing smile before disappearing back into the hallway. Breakfast is served, Mistress!

Without bothering to get dressed, Rarity left her bed partners behind to play amongst themselves and stepped into the hall. The ON AIR light in the other bedroom was off, and the sounds of several sewing machines running intermittently punctuated the background noise of darlings and giggles and the TV from the living room. The bathroom door was closed and Rarity paused to press her ear against it, grinning impishly as she heard soft moans and gasps as the water to the shower shut off. She could hold it a few more minutes if it meant letting some of her girls finish up to their satisfaction.
There were three Rarities on the sofa, all huddled together and enjoying a fashion show. They had plenty of darling commentary, and one of them had a notepad and pen for jotting down inspiration. The more ideas they had, the more money they could bring in on commissions or costumes they could design for the the “fashion” shoots that formed a substantial portion of the income pool. Of course, business didn’t have to be sans plaisir, and two of them were demonstrating neckline cuts with their hands rather intimately on the Rarity in the middle, who was thoroughly enjoying the argument.
Such hardworking ladies, always focusing on the task at hand no matter how pleasant! Keep up the good work, girls! she darlinged at them. They darlinged flirtatious thanks in return, which Rarity’s horn translated with its requisite hum that she’d gotten quite used to.
Two Rarities were in the kitchen plating up several servings of omelette and spring greens salad, pouring glasses of juice and brewing pots of coffee when Rarity walked in au naturel, as was her habit these days. “Darling, darling darling!” she said. Good morning, my dearest loves!
Good morning, sweet mistress! the head chef replied, adjusting the apron around her sherbet-striped sweater dress as serving up a slab of omelette to her assistant, who garnished it with some parsley and carried it over to the table and laid it in front of Rarity with an affectionate smile.
Wonderful! My compliments to the chef, and the service is im-PECK-able! she darlinged out while taking her serving girl by the chin and planting a few light kisses in her blushing cheek. Oh my, I seem to be more PECK-ish than I thought! she joked in darling as she wrapped an arm around her squirming server and hugged her closely to pepper her other cheek before releasing the giddy girl and giving her a playful pat on the bum. How is our potential recruit this morning? she asked, returning her attention to the cook.
Dead to the world, mistress, the apron-bearing Rarity replied when her assistant returned to help plate up more breakfasts. He did get around to three of us last night, and we made sure to slip some knock-out pills into the blues towards the end.
Rarity remembered fondly how energetic their young specimen was when servicing her before being turned over to the rest of the girls. Ah, youth and masculine bravado can sometimes conspire to work miracles, she mused. She hoped his stamina would be preserved after the gassing. Although they all shared a certain baseline in their characteristics, nevertheless some of them had subtle leanings that seemed to echo who they had been in their former lives on top of the nanites’ reprogramming.
Well unfortunately he may be the last fresh recruit, my dear. I’m quite certain the gas dispenser is nearly depleted. Unless some of the other girls can lure a few in this morning and we can get them all at once? she said while taking a bite of the delicious, delicately-seasoned egg concoction. It was a shame the mental programming of her own creation put obfuscating blocks in place to prevent her from recreating it, but she understood it had been a security measure.
Four and Twelve are out there right now, mistress. Shall I contact them to see if they’ve caught any? the chef asked, taking a plate for herself and grabbing just a small glass of juice before sitting across the table from ‘Rarity Prime.’ Thought technically ‘created’ a few moments prior and thus a bit older than her mistress, she dutifully complied with the requested nomenclature.
Not necessary, dearest. You’re all so talented and capable, I’m sure they’ll win whatever success is to be had, she said in a string of inflected darlings, enjoying the way all her harem girls within earshot shivered at the blanket compliment.

It wasn’t quite what she’d had in mind, but this outcome was certainly agreeable.

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