Pony Rock

Chapter 6: New Duds (For a Price)

After crashing at Twilight's with Fluttershy, Fitz and the ponies went out for breakfast the next morning. They talked over their plan to bring Fitz to the science convention in Canterlot. "So what you're telling me is," Fitz said, "I'm your science experiment?"

"If you want to look at it that way, yes you are," Twilight responded, "With a positive view, you're an exhibit of life outside of Equestria."

"I guess that's a little better," Fitz shoved a pancake in his mouth, "It can't be any worse than that strip joint outside Three Forks," he shuddered, "Ugh…so trashy…"

Shy chimed in and patted him on the back, "Don't worry Fitzy, Canterlot is a nice place! It's clean and pretty, besides all the ponies there…" she shuddered herself.

"I guess I can go. I wouldn't want to disappoint you ladies. When are we leaving for your 'Camelot'?"

"We're leaving for Canterlot tonight, on the Canterlot Express. But we'll arrive tomorrow morning," Twilight said, as they finished up, "You've ridden on a train before, right?"

"Yeah…in a box car," he replied, "Not a wise first-date venue."

When the three left the restaurant, Rarity happened to bump into Fitz. "Darling!" she responded, "I've been looking everywhere for you!"

"Well, what for?" Fitz answered.

"I've been dying to design some new clothes for you!"

"Oh, now I remember. I'm free right now, if you are."

She dragged him to her boutique, "Then you must come with me!"

"We'll make it to the train station on time!" Fitz shouted to Twilight, "You go tell the others if they want to go too!"

At Carousel Boutique, Rarity began to interrogate Fitz on his clothes back on Earth, "Do all male humans wear these dress-like garments like you do?" She asked.

"Most don't," He said, "But I like wearing 'em. They call them 'kilts' back on earth."

"Really? A kilt, huh?" she measured his kilt, "Would you like me to make you a few more?"

"Sure, sounds good! By the way, could you make me a few more shirts too?"

"Of course, darling," She pulled various fabrics out from her shelves as she approached her workbench, "What color kilts would you like?"

"Oh, nothing special," he looked down at the black one he currently wore, "One in a tartan would be nice, I've always wanted one."

"A tartan?"

"Y'know, plaid, as they usually call it."

Rarity paused, "I'm not sure what you're talking about."

"It's a design," he walked next to her and drew it on her pad of paper, "Like this. It's a pattern used to distinguish different families from the Scottish Highlands. Each clan has their own. Now, you see, my family's from North English, so we didn't get a tartan. But I still really like 'em."

Rarity recognized the pattern, "I've seen those before!"

"Really? Where from?"

"I saw them worn by imperial guards once," she assembled the right fabrics, "Do you want me to make one like that?"

"Sure, sounds good. I can't see why not. And maybe another one in black, and another one in this pattern," he sketched out a common blue, black, and green tartan.

"I would love to darling, now go make yourself comfortable and let me get these done for you!"

Fitz sat back in Rarity's elongated couch next to her workbench. Fidgeting, he asked, "Are you sure that there's nothing I can do? I hate to see you work all by yourself without any help."

"It's quite alright. You sit back and make yourself at home."

"Well, alright," he relaxed more when a white, fluffy cat hopped up next to him, purring, "Hey! Who's this?" he asked the cat.

"Oh!" Rarity jolted from her post, "That's Opalescence, She's very…"

"Very what?" he asked, petting the happy cat on his lap.

"Very moody…how did you get her to sit with you?"

"I don't know. I just like me a good cat. It might have something to do with our temperaments. I'm moody like a cat too, so we get each other, I guess!"

A few minutes passed, and Rarity completed the first kilt, "I'm finished!" she replied in her sing-song voice.

"Holy shit," Fitz bolted up and examined the cloth, "How'd you get done so fast?"

"It comes with lots of hard work and talent, my dear boy."

"Yeah, yeah. But shit, they oughta' outsource to Equestria if you guys always work this efficiently."

Rarity returned to her table, "Now you'd like another kilt in this pattern?" she pointed to his sketch.

"I would," he approached her workbench, "That one's from the Royal Higlanders division, the Black Watch. But man," he looked back at the kilt just made, "I can't believe you made this so quickly!" Not a single stitch missed its mark, and the solid colors of the Imperial Equestrian Tartan seemed to jump out of the fabric. Soon enough, Rarity had completed his other requests, two more kilts and four more t-shirts; each with brilliant craftsmanship. "I'm speechless about this, I really am!" Fitz exclaimed, "How much do I owe you for these?"

"Oh, you certainly don't need to pay me. It was my pleasure," Rarity replied, turning down his wallet.

He put down his clothes and approached her, rubbing her back, "I'd really like to make it up to you. If you don't mind."

She turned back and smiled, "Oh darling, I see what you mean. I guess we could work something out," With gusto, Fitz closed all the curtains in the room, rushed over to her bed and tore off all his clothes. Surprised to see his cock grow larger, Rarity asked, "Uh, has your, you know, endowment grown since I last saw it?"

He looked down, "Twilight put a spell on me, so now I'm better suited for pony-folk, not people anymore."

"How do you fit that under your kilt?"

"Beats me. Have a seat sweetheart, and let yourself go!"

She obliged and the two went to town. Lying on her side, Rarity squirted Pony-Glide all over her supple pussy. Fitz kneeled over her and began to thrust his massive cock deep inside her. Noticing that she enjoyed it, he decided to go a little faster, and Rarity begged for more. She was a lot noisier than Shy, who kept herself restrained to little moans and squeals. Rarity let it all out when Fitz would lie on the goods, as did Pinkie before. Even though he knew that he became a total slut, Fitz didn't care; he got it on with the pony-love.

"Hold on darling!" She cried, "I'm going to come, but I want to give you a little love too," she got up and motioned for Fitz to lie on his back.

"Don't mind if you do," he replied, quite winded, "Climb on!" Rarity mounted him, and sat herself down on his giant dick.

"Are you sure I don't weigh too much?"

"Don't worry. I've done bears that were twice your size!"

"My! A bear would be an awfully furry experience. How did you manage around the teeth and claws?"

"I think we're talking about different bears here, actually," the two continued their romp, until Opalescence began to watch them. "What's the cat doing here?" Fitz noticed.

"Oh, don't mind her, keep going!"

"I get a little nervous when someone's watching."

"It doesn't matter! I'm coming!"

"Oh man, so am I!" The two climaxed in a hail of loud, sweaty glory, as they shot come all over her bed. With heavy exhaustion, Fitz helped her change the sheets, "Sorry about that. I'm still getting used to my new dick."

"Don't worry about it. I should be thanking you for your performance. Whew," she wiped sweat from her brow as they worked, "No wonder all the ponies want a piece of you."

"You see, that's what I don't understand," He stopped for a moment, "How come all you ponies get a real hoot out of me?"

"Isn't it simple? You're a fascinating human. You're a fascinating being, that's why. We enjoy your company very much, and you're a good, honest friend as well."

"Well, maybe. But back in my world, I'm a dud. I couldn't get dates anywhere. Plus, I had to resort to stripping for extra cash. Pretty low, where I come from."

"Don't you worry about it. Now here," she tossed him his new clothes, "Try these on for me, I want to see you model them!"

"Well, alright." He stripped down right in front of her and modeled his new kilts, "I think they might be just a tad too long," he replied, as Rarity made some alterations, "But besides that, they look great, you even got the pleats right!"

"That's why I'm the best in Equestria, if I do say so myself," she made her last cuts, "Do you think that will do?"

"Perfect," before he left, Fitz thanked her once more, "I can't tell you how much I appreciate it," he said.

"I can't tell you how much I appreciate your," she paused, "hospitality."

"Oh! Yeah, thank you for that too," he began to walk away, when he paused, "Say Rarity, you wouldn't have happened to hear from Twilight about a trip to some place called Canterlot?"

"You mean for the science expo? We've known about it for weeks, darling!"

"Oh, okay. So you're coming with us tonight, right?" he approached her in the doorway.

"Of course. Why are you so nervous about it?"

"Well, I'm the exhibit Twilight is putting on," he leaned over and whispered in her ear, "I'm a little nervous about it. How am I supposed to be a science exhibit?"

"Darling, I wouldn't worry about it too much. Just be yourself!"

"Be myself, huh? I guess we'll see you later tonight, Rarity" he walked away, muttering to himself, "Hope I don't start another fucking riot. Again."