Rarity was a 18-year old, good-looking girl with long

legs and short, black hair. Se had a boyfriend and a fairly

normal sex life, meaning she had sex with him usually

every day. He was boy number two in her life and so far

she had used the pill as contraception successfully.

So she was not too interested in the subject of

abortion except she was pro choice but rather in a

theoretical manner. Of course, would she get pregnant she

would know where and how to obtain an abortion. It is

legal in Equestria up to 12 weeks on demand and in

Thailand nobody will ask any question up to 22

weeks and in some clinics 28 weeks (not exactly legal,

but openly tolerated). So she didn't

bother.

It was on a July-weekend in Ponyville when she dropped

by in a bookshop and had a look at the "women's corner",

where everything from the latest diet to sex tips was the trade

of the day. She opened a book on sexual self-determination and

somehow she took some time to have a look at the chapter dealing with

abortion. The different techniques from suction over

dilation and curettage, dilation and evacuation or intact

extraction, saline abortion and even caesarean abortion were

laid out in graphic detail and some of the pictures

really caught her attention. Although some of the photos

of inserted forceps pulling out foetal body parts

looked pretty disturbing on first sight, a nge nge

fascination made Rarity virtually stare at them. She made

sure nobody could look over her shoulders seeing what

she was reading and looking at and started to absorb

every little detail the book could provide. She

bought it and went to her Hotel. Reading over the

chapter she came to the second chapter on abortion, the

title of which nearly stopped her breathing: "Are

abortions fun?"

She had always thought of abortion

as a necessary evil and a right that women should be

able to exercise without being questioned, but

thinking of them as something enjoyable did never come to

her mind. Nevertheless she started wondering whether

her own morbid interest in reading the stuff did not

have the same undercurrent feeling that the books

author laid out on the pages in front of her eyes. talktalked about breaking the taboo of killing the unborn

foetus and about the sexual arousal and the feeling of

helplessness women experienced lying on the abortion table

that contributed to it. It also reported many women

obtaining the procedure enjoyed the feeling of being

emptied, the contraction of the uterus in the process of

the vacuum suction and going with it a sexual arousal

that in many instances lead to climactic orgiastic

experiences for them.

Rarity did not know how long had had been reading the intricate and delicate

details of the descriptions dealing with abortion

experiences from 5 weeks gestation to 39, when her boyfriend

knocked at her door and wanted to come in. Nervously she

closed the book and put it into her luggage. She did not

want Spike to see what she was reading, being afraid

he would laugh at her. When she stood up to go to

the room's door she realised her slip was soaking

wet. It was in fact so wet one could hear her pussy's

lips swamp on every step she made; or so it seemed to

her.

"I am with you in a minute, Spike, just let me

finish my toilette please", she called out. She had to

change her slip or else; she was afraid he would hear

that wet sound from her pussy's lips and wonder why

that was the case. She jumped into the bathroom, cleaned her

dripping pussy with a paper hanky and got a fresh slip. As

she stepped into her room again he sight fell on her

bag, which contained the book, that had captured so

much of her attention this afternoon. She experienced

a slight shiver thinkingthe the pictures showing

the insertion of forceps, vacuum tubes, sharp bladed

curettes and dilators into other women's vaginas. She knew

she wanted to know more about this. No, she wanted to

know all about this. She would go to every little

bookshop in town and surf the web in every little corner

to learn everything about abortion and the pleasures

it provided to those knowing.

"Hi, Spike",

"Hi, Rarity". Their hallo was short and informal.

Rarity was aroused from what she just had consumed and

decided she needed satisfaction immediately. "I want you

to fuck me here and now, Spike, she moaned" and

before he knew what was happening to him she had opened

his pants, pulled them down and with hands knowing

how to handle him she made him ready in a moment. She

got off her slip, pulled up her skirt and while

laying down on the desk in front of the bed she opened

up her legs and pulled him into her soaking wet

vagina. She closed her eyes as he penetrated her deeply.

"Why does this fuckin' desk not have stirrups or

knee rests?" she wondered silently while the pumping movements

they both made raised her orgasm very fast to her

first climax. She had her eyes still closed and in her

imagination she was lying on a surgical table in a clinic.

Her legs opened and up in the air, the doctor would

enter the room, insert a large tube, penetrate her with

it and suction a foetus out of her wide opened

cavity.

The imagination of receiving an abortion heightened

her sexual feelings once more and as she came again

she could not suppress a whisper saying "suck it,

please, suck it out".Spike was too busy with his own

orgasm to register she had said anything that didn't

make sense to him. With a loud breathing he ejaculated

into her and as they both came Vids cos convulsively

contracting cervical muscle suctioned his warm sperm into her

uterus and up into her ovaries where they happened to

meet the result of Rarity forgetting to take the pill

that morning.

"Ohhh, yessss, that was so good,

I just needed that right now" she said ohanohan

when he pulled out of her and a stream of liquid, a

mixture of sperm and her own wetness, flowed out of her

vagina onto the carpet next to the desk. Spike was

puzzled: "I didn't know you were a fan of quickies, but I

have to admit, it was a nice surprise. We could to

that more often." "Yes, Spike, I think we

should".

Back home in Ponyville, Rarity had a good time. Having

Sex with Spike was still good, though she had an

adventure with a good looking guy from town

whom she loved to fuck in dangerous

places. In general she had developed a sense for

"dangerous situations" and used them as a turn on. So

Spike provided her "bread and butter" sex, and Big Macintosh was

her little in-between-excitement. But with both guys

she had used her new imagination about having an

abortion as a way to increase her orgiastic pleasure. She

had searched the web for information on it, but what

she had found so far was off pretty little value,

either in terms of information or in terms of turn

on.

It was early October when she somehow felt unease

over her current relationships with the two guys. She

was still using the pill, but recently she had felt

some sickness when getting up in the morning. Maybe

she should consult a doctor and exchange the chemical

contraceptive she was using for another one. She would go on

Friday next week.

"Young lady, I am afraid changing the

contraceptive is not exactly what I can prescribe to you right

now", her gynaecologist explained to her. "You are 16

weeks pregnant. You are not prepared for that news, are

you?"

"No, I am not", she replied, "but nowadays that should

not be a problem, should it?" "Well, here in Equestria

you need a reason such as health grounds for an

abortion after 12 weeks, but a friend of mine, a Thai

gynaecologist, is running a facility in Bangkok. They are

providing abortion services up to 22 weeks on demand, up to

36 weeks if there is a health problem whatsoever. Do

you want the address?"

"Yes please", Rarity

said and on her way back to her apartment she started

to get excited already thinking of the prospect to

have something in real life that was theoretical or

fantasy up to now. Arriving at home she immediately

called the clinic in Bangkok. "You are 16 weeks

pregnant, you said?" "Yes, exactly." "That won't be any

problem. We can offer you an appointment next Friday. The

size of your pregnancy will not require you stay

overnight, but we can to that on a "walk in walk out" basis.

"Can I stay awake during the procedure?" Rarity

wanted to know. She had been thinking about it and found

out she had developed a real fetish for having an

abortion and it was clear she could only hope for the joy

promised in that book if she was not asleep when the

doctor exterminated her foetus. "No problem, that is

your personal choice" was the answer she had hoped

for.

She took the plane to Bangkok and was lucky to have

a sunshiny day when she arrived. The clinic was

only a two-minute walk from the airport and her first

impression was "oh this is a very large clinic. How many

abortions do they perform here?" The leaflet she got at the

reception answered her question: 50 abortions everyday,

Saturday and Sunday service included, 18.500 every year

since 1985. Many patients were women with jobs, so

having their abortion on the weekend was just a

convenient thing for them. The nurse at the reception did

all the paperwork, billed 450 Dollars on her Amex and

brought her directly to the ObGyn, where the abortion

team of a doctor and another nurse was already

preparing the instruments for her procedure. She had

the documents with her pre-exam from her

gynaecologist in Ponyville with her and all she had to do before

she could obtain her abortion was an ultrasound. She

laid down on the abortion table and the nurse inserted

the ultrasound device into her vagina. It confirmed

she was 5 months pregnant. So she was two weeks

longer with foetus than she initially had heard in

Tokyo. Your foetus is comparatively large for a five

months pregnancy, but we have techniques to deal with

that, so don't worry, the abortion doctor explained to

her. As this is your first abon, on, I will explain

everything to you before we start. We will start with the

termination by dilating your cervix carefully inserting steel

rods and soften the muscle with an injection of

laineaine and prostaglandine. I will then insert a suction

canula of about 2 inches diameter into your uterus and

remove the foetal limbs, the intestines and the brain by

suction. The head and the body will be crushed and removed

by forceps, the placenta will be scraped out using a

sharp curette. At the end another suction session will

complete the abortion and your unwanted pregnancy will be

over."

"How can you know this is unwanted?" Rarity thought.

"I need to be pregnant to have an abortion, and ever

since reading that book I have wanted to get

one." "so please move your pelvis down a little bit. It

is necessary to place your vagina just above the

steel bowl attached to the lower end of the abortion

table, so that the tissue we remove from your uterus

directly falls into it when it slips out through the

speculum. Now put your legs into the knee rests, open up

please and relax, it won't hurt a bit".

Rarity started to feel the excitement she had experienced when

she read the book in the Ponyville store for the first

time. She was pretty sure she could answer that

question already. "Are abortions fun?" "You bet, she

thought, this is going to be the orgasm of my life". When

the doctor inserted the speculum into her vagina she

felt like being penetrated with a large dildo. Her

vaginal muscles contracted and she took a deep breath in

her shivering arousal. In her fantasy she went ahead

and already imagined the forceps and the suction tube

inside of her taking care of the foetus. After injecting

the lidocaine and some prostaglandine the abortionist

inserted the dilator rods into her cervix and carefully

stretched and widened it. The opening in her cervix was

soon stretched to 2 inches. The doctor could now

insert a sound to measure the exact size of the uterus

and decide which forceps to use for dismembering the

foetal tissue. Her uterus was already more than 10

inches deep behind the cervical opening. The abortionist

decided he would stretch the cervix to 4 inches using a

new tool that could be inserted and expanded

uniformly like a camera shutter. He inserted it and

expanded the cervix slowly and stepwise until he had

reached 4.5 inches to compensate for the expected

contraction when he took the device out again.

Rarity could hardly stop her pelvis from making circular

movements meanwhile. In her imagination she was patient and

abortionist at the same , cu, cutting the foetus into pieces

and pulling them out of the open speculum before

placing the lacerated limbs into the waste bin under the

abortion table. Her vagina started to contract and hold

the speculum under tension. She was so excited now

she was about to come. When the nurse told her the

doctor would now start to insert the canula for the

first session of suction curettage she climaxed the

first time. As she came moaning and groaning her cervix

convulsed visibly. The doctor inserted the suction machine

and switched it on. He inserted the tongs of age

ge

forceps-scissors and cut of the limbs off the foetus. He than

moved the tip of the suction canula directly to the

amputated limbs and sucked them out of the uterus into the

steel bowl between Rarity's legs. He then cut off the

umbilical cord and started opening the foetal body with a

pointed pair of scissors to insert the suction tube into

the foetus. A few seconds later the intestines were

spit into the steel bowl and only the emptied torso,

the skull and the placenta were still inside

Rarity's slightly swollen belly. "We call this

procedure a scrap suction. We use it, when the foetus is

small enough to be removed by suction, but too large

and the tissue to tough to be dismembered by the

pressure of the suction machine", the nurse explained.

Rarity could feel how the flow of foetal tissue was

vacuumed out of her and the orgiastic feeling rose again

until the wave of contractions gave her another climax.

As she came her uterus compressed and pushed the

suction tube out through the cervical canal. To the

doctor this was a familiar phenomenon. He knew that many

of his patients had orgasms during the suction

procedure and he never used a pointed canula because of

this so as to avoid wounding the uterus when his

patients reached a climax. He reinserted the tube and

began crushing the head and the torso with a flat-blade

forceps. Again the shredded pieces were suctioned out as

he cut them from the foetus and to pieces and the

steel bowl was filled with the abortion product.

Rarity knew that most her foetus was now removed

from her womb and that in the process it had been

exterminated. She asked the nurse not to throw it away as she

wanted to see the remains when the procedure was over.

She assumed it could give her another kick. The

doctor had completed the scrap-suction and inserted a

long curette to cut the placenta off the uterine walls

and scrap it out through the opened vagina, where it

dropped into the steel bowl with the aborted foetus. A

last session of suction to clean her out and the

abortion was over. During the whole 40 minutes of the

termination Rarity came three times. She now knew exactly

what the book she found in the Osaka bookstore was

talking about. This was an experience she would want to

repeat.

As she relaxed herself on the abortion

table the shredded pieces of the aborted foetus lay in

the steel bowl placed under the lower end of the

table between the knee rests. "We will now reassemble it

to check everything has been completely removed from

your womb. After that your abortion will be over and

done. Your may relax for an hour or two in a room

provided here at the clinic before you leave. We hope you

enjoyed our service", the nurse said to her. "Can

I see it?" Rarity asked the nurse. "Of course,

here it is", she replied. Rarity tried to identify

the foetal body parts, but only the skull and some of

the limbs were still visible, as the other parts were

buried under a bloody soup of placenta tissue and a pulp

of squashed foetal organs. A last shiver went down

her spine looking at the foetus she had aborted

before the remains were brought to the waste

bin.

Rarity left the clinic and programmed the reception's

number into her cell phones memory. She knew she would

use it again.