Rarity and her revealing dressing gown walked down the stairs following the rap of knuckles against the Carousel Boutique's front door. She'd recently showered and done her mane, but she couldn't be bothered to get dressed, so was happier to lounge around looking sexy in something tight and snug. That said, she at least managed to tie the thing with a bow before walking down to greet whoever was waiting on the other side.
It was pretty early, but she was a morning pony. The boutique didn't open for a couple of hours still, and she was home alone, so she wasn't entirely sure who might be knocking. Quickly checking herself in the mirror to make sure she looked utterly divine (she did, of course), she opened the door to find a rather handsome stallion on the other side. He had a long mane that had been tied back in a knot, and a muscular frame that was made all the more prominent by the tight polo shirt he sported, only one button done up. On the shirt there was a logo that read 'Express Delivery Co.', and in his arms was a large, brown box.
She was rather taken aback by the sight of this attractive, tall, chiselled stallion, and instantly began curling her hair around her manicured fingertips as she took him in, eyes travelling up and down his body as she was already trying to imagine him out of his clothes. "H-hello there," she started, being sure to add a little stutter, an affectation of being caught off guard. "I wasn't expecting a delivery this early..."
In truth, she ordered so much online that she could never remember what was due when. The delivery pony chuckled. He had a cute, likeable laugh. "That's quite alright, Miss Rarity. I'm sorry that I've caught you so early, haven't even given you a chance to get dressed!"
Rarity looked down at her dressing gown as if it was the first time she'd realised she was wearing it. She grabbed it around the cleavage, giving it a little fluff and exposing a bit more of her chest. "Oh, this? Don't be silly, I'm most comfortable this way in the mornings, after all. Do you need me to sign for that, mister?.."
He caught her cue, smooth as he was, brushing his hand through his hair and giving her a confident smile. "Package, miss. Large Package."
"Oh?" Rarity suddenly saw this stallion in an entirely new light, the musculature, the tallness, the large boots he wore... With a name like that, there had to be a very good chance that he was concealing a certain 'special delivery' of his own, and Rarity was more than willing to gamble on that notion. "You know, I'm quite adept in handling 'large packages'," she smirked, gesturing him inside. "Any chance you'd like a quick glass of lemonade while I sign for that? It's quite a hot day..."
Large Package grinned, seeming to pick up on her implications before stepping inside, closing the door behind him. "You're right, it is hot... I wouldn't mind cooling off a little, in all honesty."
"Well, it's a good thing that everything I have to drink in here is so remarkably sweet and refreshing!" she winked, taking the clipboard out of his other arm as he set the package down on a nearby table, being sure to brush against him and admire his subtle cologne. "I must say, you really are quite a large stallion, aren't you?"
"Always have been," he smirked, looking at her closely as she moved her face closer before backing away. "Imagine my name's pretty fitting, after all."
That was it, confirmation! Rarity very much enjoyed these little flirting games, and it wasn't often she got such a specimen inside her boutique. Now to attempt to take the word 'boutique' out of that last sentence. She quickly walked over to a fresh pitcher of lemonade, being sure to bend over a little as she picked it up and show off some thigh, then snap quickly on the return to give her entire body a little jiggle. He was definitely paying attention to her now, if he hadn't been already, and as she sauntered back over, she 'tripped', spilling a tiny bit of lemonade from the pitcher and gasping as it landed directly in the centre of his shirt. "Oh my!" she intoned, her eyelashes fluttering as she rapidly blinked in false shock. "I'm incredibly sorry!"
She rushed off to grab a cloth as the mail pony tried to tell her that it was fine, but soon enough she was rubbing at him with the thin cloth, essentially rubbing it in and using it as an excuse to feel up his hard pectorals, eventually forgoing the cloth and choosing to rub directly at him. "My... this won't do. I'm afraid we'll need to change you out of this and let it dry. I hope that isn't a problem?"
In truth, the shirt had already dried completely, she'd barely spilt anything, but the mail pony caught her extremely vague and non-cliche hints, stripping off. His body looked even more perfectly sculpted out of the shirt than it did in it. He was a virtual Adonis, a wonderful looking stallion, and Rarity could feel herself growing increasingly excited simply at the thought of getting him upstairs, but she needed an excuse!
Luckily, the amazing stallion was happy to provide one of those too. "Don't suppose you have any male shirts in your stocks I could borrow? I mean, if you did, we could call it even for you spilling anything on this one."
"What a wonderful idea! I actually have been working on a new line, though I keep it in my bedroom..." Rarity leaned in very close to him, almost nipping his ear as her tone dropped to a whisper. "Don't suppose you'd like to come to my bedroom with me, would you, Mister Large Package?"
"You know I'd like to," he responded, actually reaching forwards past the steadily growing sexual tension and giving her a light kiss on the cheek. The touch alone made Rarity's body tingle with anticipation.
Rarity led him upstairs, taking him by the hand, and he grabbed the parcel along the way, which she couldn't complain about. He only looked more attractive when he was carrying things. She walked in front of him as she climbed the stairs, pulling her gown up at the back a little and exposing her bare, curvy ass, being sure to walk slowly and let him get a glimpse of everything as he went. If that large package wasn't ready for her by the time they got there, she'd be shocked.
They nearly reached the top, and she gasped and giggled as he placed a hand over her ass, giving her a firm squeeze and then spanking her, likely leaving a little red mark whilst making Rarity's body tremble. Both of them knew exactly where this was going, and all pretense was about to go straight out of the window.
Oh, how Rarity had been waiting for something truly big. Too many stallions were disappointments these days, but this beautiful hunk of a man... she couldn't wait. When she finally arrived in her bedroom, she planted herself firmly on the bed, sitting up on her knees and barely covering her body as she let the bow tying her gown slip away, throwing it. "So..." she smirked lustfully, giving him one last look over. "Shall we see that package now?"
"How would you like me to unwrap it?" he winked, thumbs around the waistband of his trousers.
"I..." Rarity shook her head, horniness gripping her. "Oh, damn it, I don't want to play anymore. Just drop your damn pants."
He made more of a show of it than Rarity had expected, taking his time unbuttoning and stripping away his jeans, and then when he finally pulled down his underwear, he was laid bare for Rarity to witness, to assess.
She narrowed her eyes. "Nani?"
"What?" Large Package replied, raising an eyebrow.
Rarity took a second to look again. Maybe her eyes had deceived her the first time. Nope, still the same. Between the legs of this hunky stallion was a comparatively small cock, nothing like what she'd expected whatsoever. "Is... is it hard yet?"
"Yes, of course!" Large Package replied, looking a little stunned. "How could it not be?!"
"I thought your name was... I thought you were..." Rarity shook her head rapidly, shaking a hand in front of her face to fight off the tears. "You made it sound as if you were a lot more... well endowed than you are. You've lied to me."
"What?!" Large Package responded, him and his inadequate penis stepping forwards. "When did I imply that?"
"I don't know, how about the entire time we were flirting?" said Rarity with an angry eyebrow raised. "To think that I invited you inside and to my bedroom, and that you played along the entire time pretending... did you think it would just be okay? That I'd be satisfied with this? When I told you 'I like to handle large packages', shouldn't that have been a pretty fucking obvious cue?!"
"I thought you were taking an interest in my work!" Large Package defended, his upsettingly small peen bouncing around. "Besides, it's not even that small! It's at least five inches, maybe six!"
Rarity wasn't usually a particularly rude pony, but after this fiasco, she'd lost all restraint. "Darling, it looks like a sharpened pencil. If anything, I probably could have signed your clipboard with it." Rarity produced a pen, signing the thing. "There, you have my signature." She went over to the clothing rack and threw a shirt at him. "Now, I'd appreciate it if you'd leave. This is rather upsetting on my part."
Large Package raised a finger to argue, and then Rarity spent a moment getting his index finger and his dick confused, and he realised it was utterly hopeless and turned to leave. Rarity sulked and pouted as she climbed into bed, pissed off that once again, she'd been let down by misleading names and badly construed innuendos.
Then, she remembered the package. Clambering out of bed, still irritated, she set about opening up, and almost flashed a smile when she realised what it was. The Moby Huge, a three foot, black, and insanely thick dildo, the largest she could possibly find on the market.
Well, suppose Large Package hadn't been lying completely about the large package in his possession. Just a shame it wasn't attached to him.
Rarity pulled the thing out and placed it on the floor before lubing herself up and proceeding to sit on it. She lazily pushed herself down onto the extremely large and thick cock, taking it with unrealistic ease, still looking particularly sulky as she began to ride it faster, ass bouncing in a frenzy but little reaction coming from her face besides the very occasional pant. Just once, she'd like to meet a stallion that actually had a horse's cock, not... whatever that had been.
Rarity continued to ride the cock until she got tired of the position, then laid out on the bed, tits violently bouncing as she used her magic to force the obscenely large object inside of her over and over, thoroughly abusing both of her holes and eventually finishing with over two thirds of the Moby Huge's length embedded in her ass.
She pulled it out with a sigh, barely out of breath, then went to put it with the rest of her unreasonably large dildo collection. Both large in number and large in rubber penis size, that was. She looked out to her collection with a sad gaze, wondering just what she might have to do to finally find a stallion who would be able to rock her world, or at least do better than that last sorry attempt.
She was so tired of cocks that she could...
...beat single-handed.
