Coco stared down at the mess she had made, her face burning with shame. The mare hadn’t wanted to cum, not like this. Not in front of her.
But she just couldn’t help it. Miss Rarity was so very beautiful, every part of her desirable in some way.
She could feel Miss Rarity’s eyes on her, on the still turgid length of her stallionhood and wanted to curl into a ball and disappear. Anything would be better than having Miss Rarity look at her the way Suri had, with that mix of disgust and contempt. Any minute now Coco knew she’d feel Rarity’s hoof across her face. Any minute now she’d be cast down and the terrible arousal in her wouldn’t go away. It never went away with shame or pain, it only burned brighter and more terrible.
"By Celestia’s mane…" Miss Rarity started and then trailed off. Coco couldn’t look at her, "I… I never thought…"
The dressmaker was obviously having trouble forming her thoughts into coherent words. She was shocked, as Suri had been the first time she’d discovered Coco’s shame. Soon though would come the rage and contempt. Coco wished she could leave before the tirade broke, but she was locked into place, her eyes transfixed on her cock and the mess she had made with it.
She knew she would cum again, as Miss Rarity hurled abuse at her, as the mare struck her and belittled her and it would feel so good…
The abuse never came. The blow never came. Coco was so hard it hurt.
"Coco," Miss Rarity’s voice was gentle, even kind, "Are you, that is, ah, are you a stallion?"
Coco shook her head. She tried to speak but nothing came out. Instead she rose to unsteady hooves and biting her lip, her head hanging, showed herself to Miss Rarity.
She had been born both male and female, a side effect of Equestria’s heavy background magic. Her parents had been as kind about the situation as any could be, though the other foals had not.
Then there had been Suri. Coco had thought to hide herself from Suri, but one day she had accidentally seen beneath the mare’s tail and things had gone off. After that, well…
Suri had refused to dismiss Coco for that incident, in fact the mare would try to deliberately incite further ones. She liked to degrade the mare, liked to see her tears while heaping abuse on her.
"I’m… I’m really sorry Miss Rarity," Coco began only for Rarity to shush her. She jumped when a sensation of hot breath brushed against her testes and parted cunt.
She whirled to face Miss Rarity, and also sank to the floor at the sensation of her engorged member brushing against her coat and legs. She looked up into Miss Rarity’s eyes, half lidded and warm.
Keeping eye contact with her, Miss Rarity leaned her head down and licked up a long line of Coco’s cum.
Coco felt like her heart was going to explode.
"You’ve made quite a mess, darling," Rarity purred.
Coco desperately sought for words, her mouth opened and closed seemingly with no rhyme or reason till Rarity leaned in kissed her.
All the mare could do was accepted the invasion, Miss Rarity’s tongue pushing in and with it a mouthful of alkaline seed.
Coco had never tasted herself before and she was uncertain how to process it, more over she was uncertain how to process Miss Rarity’s actions.
"Coco?" somepony was trying to say something, "Equestria to Coco!"
She blinked and refocused on the world around her. It was so very hard to think, especially while looking at Miss Rarity.
Miss Rarity who was licking her lips, whose eyes were still half closed and burning with something feral and hungry.
A lump formed in Coco’s stomach. Suri had a look very much like that before hooves would fly.
"You’ve made quite a mess, Coco," Miss Rarity drew in close to her, her mane brushing against the mare’s neck, "I’m not one to begrudge anypony the way they were born, but this simply will not do."
"I-I’m s-sorry," tears were stinging at the corners of her eyes, any minute now she’d break down completely.
"Shhhh…" Miss Rarity placed a hoof at her mouth, "take a deep breath Coco, that’s it."
Coco did as she was told and soon enough had her heart rate under control. Miss Rarity nodded in approval.
"I’m not angry with you, darling," Rarity said, standing directly over the splatter of cum across the floor, "but," Coco gulped. Here came the anger and shouting and cruelty.
"But you have to clean it up. Now."
Coco blinked. Miss Rarity had sounded perfectly reasonable, as if Coco had just spilled a bit of coffee.
"I’ll get something to-" she began only for another silencing hoof to be placed against her mouth.
"Not with a rag, darling," Miss Rarity said, her voice low and husky, "and not with a mop. Can you guess what I want you to clean it up with?"
"My mouth?" the word came out in a whisper, the aforementioned orifice gone dry.
"Very good, darling," Miss Rarity leaned in close and kissed the mare’s cheek, "clean it up for me now. Its only right that you should clean up your mess, don’t you think? After all I’ve done for you?"
Coco could only nodded and squeak something close to an affirmative.
She lowered herself down to the floor, only to hear Miss Miss Rarity tut in disapproval.
"Backside up," the dressmaker ran an appreciative hoof along Coco’s flank, "and tail to the side, I want to see that lovely rear of yours, dear. After all, you’ve been gazing at mine all day."
Her face hot and body shaking, Coco thrust her plot up while lowering her face till she was just inches from the cum splattered hard wood of the floor.
She shuddered and whimpered as the position made the tip of her length brush against the floor, wiping a little smear of cum there. She knew from experience that it would be no small amount of time till she next came, but for now the attention and shame conspired to keep her hard and so very, very sensitive.
Coco breathed in the scent of her cum, and perhaps it was the feeling of Miss Rarity’s eyes on her, or perhaps it was simply the dawning of new fetish in her but either way her mouth water at the harsh, chemical scent.
She extended her tongue only a bit, not quite reaching the cooling slime. She let out a small squeak of surprise as Miss Rarity’s hot breath brushed against her testes and dripping slit.
"Lick it up darling," the dressmaker sounded distracted, "lick it all up…"
Coco tried to swallow the lump in her throat and delicately dabbed at the mess with the tip of her tongue and then gasped as the instant her tongue made contact with the semen, Miss Rarity’s ever so slightly touched against her shaft.
"M-m-miss Rarity!" she stammered.
"Don’t let me distract you, darling," the dressmaker responded, her mouth just barely away from Coco’s stallionhood so that every word sent another delicious warm exhalation across the silky skin of her member, "you just worry about cleaning your little mess, and I’ll be back here taking care of you."
Coco sucked in a hiss of breath and lapped up a large mouthful of spilled seed, the taste something that under any other circumstance could be called indescribably foul, but just now it filled her mind with stars. The utter debasement of the activity was intoxicating.
Miss Rarity’s tongue began by running along the flared head of Coco’s cock, before taking an achingly slow time to journey up the shaft to her throbbing testes. The dressmaker took one into her mouth, bathing it and caressing it there before she let it slide out with a pop.
Coco moaned, her tongue lolling out of her mouth and a little cum leaking out the corners.
Nopony had ever touched her like this, nopony had ever tried to make her feel good in this way.
She gave another long lick along the floor, gathering up as much cum as she could and swallowing it for Miss Rarity. She only wished that there was more she could do for the mare. More that would be rewarded with Miss Rarity’s hot mouth against her skin.
Coco’s cock gave a little jerk, and a hot needle of pleasure ran along its length from the tip as pre began to bead on the tip.
"Making more of a mess?" Miss Rarity asked, her voice soft.
"Ye-yes Miss Rarity, I’m sorry…" Coco moaned and licked up another mouthful of pearly fluid, nearly choking on it as Miss Rarity turned her attention to Coco’s neglected slit.
The feeling was electric, a rapturous singing of nerves as the dressmaker’s first lick parted her rosy folds and the second plunged deeper.
Miss Rarity placed her hooves on either side of Coco’s backside to hold the mare steady as she licked, never relenting and making her gasp and pant.
It was a struggle, but Coco managed to snake her tongue out and get the last of her spilled seed from the floor. She didn’t swallow this mouthful and didn’t know why. It was hard to think with Rarity’s tongue investigating ever crevice of her virgin cunt. Beneath Miss Rarity’s skilled tongue, it was hard even to stand.
All too soon Miss Rarity pulled back, likely to catch her breath, and noticed that Coco’s work was done. With one final lick the dressmaker walked around the mare and bent down to kiss her once more.
Coco barely had the strength or presence of mind to return the kiss, but Miss Rarity was pleasantly surprised by the mouthful she had saved, moaning happily into Coco’s mouth.
She licked and sucked as much out as she could, gulping it down before breaking the kiss, and planting a small, chaste one on Coco’s lips.
She smiled weakly up at Miss Rarity and with shaking legs got herself onto her hooves.
Every movement was glorious torture, her cock waving heavily through the air. She wanted to mount Miss Rarity right here and now, wanted to hear the dressmaker scream in pleasure as she exploded inside of her.
"All done, Miss Rarity," was all she could manage though. In this state it even that was difficult enough.
"I can see that, darling," Miss Rarity said, "very good job, I always like to see such enthusiasm in an assistant."
Coco beamed. Miss Rarity didn’t hate her or hold her in contempt. Miss Rarity had made her feel so very good. She wondered what was the proper way to ask your boss to finish getting you off.
"However," Miss Rarity said with a sharp tone that made Coco flinch, "We simply cannot have you getting distracted like that while we’re working. Messes are one thing, but we’ve lost valuable time on this."
Coco blinked and looked around the room. There were several partially completed dresses that they'd be working on before her little accident, and frankly they hadn't been making stellar progress on those before hand either, partially because Coco had been trying so hard to keep her erection hidden.
Miss Rarity was gazing rather fondly at that part of her.
"You prefer mares, don't you darling?" she asked.
Coco could only nod. Generally in the world of fashion it was frowned upon to actually be attracted to models. It was partly why Coco was always so quiet whenever she was at an event (though only partly. Mostly it was because ponies willing to acknowledge an assistant as a living, thinking creature were few and far between in her profession.)
Rarity draped a leg over her companionably. Coco noticed how nice she smelled, like lilacs. She also noted how warm and soft Rarity was and wondered idly how the mare would react to her snuggling a little closer.
"I can sympathize Heavens know I'm rather fond of mares myself," she chuckled, "as you probably noticed. Stallions as well of course, but by Celestia do I enjoy the taste of a mare."
"At any rate," she drew away from Coco who let out a dejected sigh, "I do believe I have a solution to this problem. Wait right here one moment."
Before Coco could raise any objections, Miss Rarity had dashed off, leaving Coco extraordinarily confused.
Admittedly she had no idea how this sort of thing was supposed to go, but she'd had some idea that there had been some playful sexual banter going on, after which Miss Rarity was going to throw her to the ground and ravish her, and yet here she stood alone, painfully aroused and dripping from both cunt and cock in anticipation.
She tried to get some work done, but soon had to give that up. Thoughts of Miss Rarity were simply too distracting, and curiosity about what exactly would "fix" the problem too bedeviling.
When Miss Rarity returned Coco nearly jumped on her. She had a saddle bag and looked to have been in a rush.
"So sorry darling, but some of these things," she gestured at her saddle bag, "took some finding. Its been rather too long since I've enjoyed another pony's company."
"What is it?" Coco thought she could make out some blue and rigid poking out, but couldn't quite tell what it could be. Exciting phallic objects danced across her mind.
"Ah, ah, ah!" Miss Rarity singsonged at her, "that is for me to know and for you to find out. Now close your eyes, darling."
Coco looked at her quizzically and she sighed.
"Coco, darling, I would never do anything that I thought would hurt you," she trotted up to the mare and nuzzled the side of her neck, "just trust me."
"Yes, Miss Rarity," Coco murmured, feeling slightly ashamed for doubting the dressmaker.
In the months since she had first met her, Miss Rarity had been more than happy to help Coco out in whatever way possible. From getting her a job designing costumes for Manehatten's celebrated musical theater, to extending the invitation to come work with her in Ponyville when the season had ended, an offer which Coco had been happy to accept.
Coco closed her eyes.
"Good girl," Rarity breathed into her ear. Something about the mare's voice made her tremble slightly.
She heard Rarity trotting around her and felt the subtle tingle that accompanied a near by use of unicorn magic.
That tingle then encircled her shaft, making Coco give a small gasp of surprise that melted into a groan as the tingle began to ripple up and down her length.
Then there was a click, and something warm and metallic wrapped around her base. White hot pleasure shot from Coco's cock through the rest of her body and she screamed.
***
When Coco finally came back to herself she was laying on her side, panting and sweating with her head resting on Miss Rarity’s comfortable side.
"It tends to take ponies like that the first time," the dress maker smiled beatifically down at her, "I had it made for a friend of mine who is gifted in a similar way to you. It will keep you aroused and pleasured for as long as it remains attached."
Miss Rarity nuzzled Coco’s forehead and planted a gentle kiss.
"You might think that you will blow as soon as I release it, but the wonderful thing about that little device is that you will not. Rather the sensation of absolutely maddening pleasure will send you into a frenzy of rutting for a half hour afterwards, even if there is nothing available for you to," she savored the word like a toffee, "penetrate."
"And when you do climax, Coco, it will be more powerful, more wonderful than any you have ever experienced. You will make a frightful mess, which of course you will then have to clean up, but I suspect that such things are sent to try us."
Miss Rarity raised herself up, helping Coco back onto her unsteady hooves as she did so.
"M-m-miss Rarity…" Coco had to lean into her to stay up right, "I’m not sure I can do this."
Miss Rarity stroked her face.
"Not to worry, darling, you’ll adjust soon enough, and even if you don’t, well, we are only three hours away from closing. Personally I think you’d look lovely as a whimpering pile of lust. I might just close up early to enjoy that, but I still wouldn’t release you," Coco did whimper at that, though whether it was in anticipation or dread even she couldn’t say.
"Besides," Miss Rarity stepped back from her, and Coco only barely caught herself, "I’m not done restraining you yet."
"I don’t know how much more I can take!" Coco clamped a hoof over her mouth. She hadn’t meant to be that loud.
Miss Rarity looked at her with a half smile on her face.
"Well darling, why don’t we find out?"
Coco gulped.
Miss Rarity didn’t order her to close her eyes this time, nor did she try to hide the moderately sized blue dildo from Coco’s sight.
It was a surprisingly mundane object considering the cock ring that was tormenting her with wave after wave of warmth. The dildo wasn’t shaped like a stallionhood, instead it was formed like a long crystal gem with the edges rounded down and bumps seemingly randomly arranged on each surface.
"This one is my favorite," Miss Rarity held the toy in her telekinetic grip, idly rotating it as she trotted around Coco, "it has been such as solace to me on lonely nights."
She reached the mare’s backside and lightly stroked the toy over Coco’s velvet coat.
"No replacement for the real thing of course, save for in the most disappointing of cases." Miss Rarity pressed the toy lengthwise against Coco’s creamy cunt and stroked it down across those sensitive fold with agonizing slowness, angling to just barely brush her clit.
"You don’t give much attention to you female parts do you Coco?" she asked as if she were inquiring if Coco had ever tried a certain brand of tea, "My friend had the same problem, it was so much simpler for her wank rather than clop that she never gave it the pleasure such a treasure deserves."
Coco jumped a little as the dress maker pressed her muzzle just to the side of her cunt and breathed in deeply. She licked along the sides, avoiding ever making contact in any of the places Coco so badly wanted to feel that dexterous appendage.
"You might think me cruel, teasing you like this," Miss Rarity said before administering another lick, this one travelling down to Coco’s testes, "I suppose I am a bit, but I promise you that it is all for the best. Climax is so ," lick, "much," kiss, "sweeter when delayed."
Through all this Miss Rarity had never stopped the slow downward path of the dildo, and now only its very tip remained in contact with the mare, positioned just above her clit.
Coco was panting, frenzied with lust. She wanted that plastic shaft in her almost as much as she wanted to feel Miss Rarity’s mouth around her cock, or at her own.
Then there was another hot tingle of magic, and the toy began to spin. With another kiss at Coco’s swollen coin purse, Miss Rarity began to insert it.
She did it slow and with a loving attention to detail, rotating the spinning toy around the mare’s walls.
Coco melted, sinking to the floor at the sensations coming up from her cunt and at the cool pressure of the hardwood pressing against her cock. She found herself pushing back into the insertion, trying to take more of it and Miss Rarity obliged her by only a few millimeters.
She felt like a wire under tension, about to snap and drench both herself and the dress maker in cum both feminine and masculine but the infernal magic of the cock ring kept release just a hair’s breadth away, tantalizingly out of reach.
The dildo was not long, it didn’t have to be, and agonizing, glorious minutes later it was fully inside her still spinning as her cunt greedily swallowed its length. Coco took this time to realize how astonishingly wet she was, her secretions flowing out of her and down over her balls first molten hot and then deliciously cold.
Miss Rarity stood up licking her chops, satisfied in a job well done.
"You taste divine, darling," Miss Rarity purred, stroking a hoof over Coco’s supine form.
For her part Coco was just coherent enough to give the dressmaker a weak smile in response. Nothing had ever felt this good, this right before now.
Something besides lust was burning in her now. It had been there for a long time, but only now with all veils torn away and all mysteries uncovered could she put her hoof on what it was.
Coco loved Miss Rarity, had from the minute the mare had inspired her to leave Suri’s employ. Something in her, something pure and kind had touched Coco and in its wake had come a desire to be with the gorgeous unicorn mare.
True the physical attraction had been there from the start, that raw hunger wasn’t strange to Coco. She had felt it many times in the past for a wide variety of pretty mares, and felt its ugly twin when she grovelled before Suri when that mare’s mercurial malevolence had fallen on her.
This was different though. She didn’t just want to be with Miss Rarity, didn’t just want to have a tumble in the hay or fabric as the case may be, she wanted to serve her.
That put iron in her back bone, and despite the elegant torment of pleasure in her nethers Coco Pommel forced herself to her hooves. Perhaps later serving Miss Rarity would involve worshiping her body and begging for release, but just now it meant helping her with work.
The next three hours were torture. While she was able to focus enough to assist Miss Rarity in bringing her visions to life, the need in her loins was a constant distraction that dragged minutes into hours. None of this was helped by the fact Miss Rarity would make it a point to brush against her or steal a kiss when Coco was getting distracted.
During one of these occasions, Coco was able to catch a glimpse of Miss Rarity’s mare parts beneath her tail. She spotted a glimmer of silver against alabaster and rose, caught the thick musky scent of her arousal, and saw how very, very wet Miss Rarity was.
She took a small amount of comfort in knowing that she wasn’t the only one making a mess today.
Finally the clock on the wall chimed five times and with a sigh and an arching of her back, Miss Rarity announced that it was time to close up for the day. She left Coco to put the work room in order and went out to tidy up the front of the Boutique and make them both some tea.
The mare ground her teeth in frustration. She wanted release so very badly that she could nearly taste it.
"Tea’s ready," Miss Rarity called out from the dining room more than twenty minutes later, and Coco practically galloped in.
"Miss Rarity," she tried not whine, "you promised!"
The dressmaker rolled her eyes.
"You won’t be in any state to enjoy your tea if I release you now-"
"Pleaseeeeeee!" Coco sagged to the floor. She just didn’t have enough will power to keep going now, the pleasure and tension were simply too much.
"Oh very well," Miss Rarity sighed and strode over to her.
There was another warm touch of magic, a metallic clink and then Coco’s vision went white. She would have screamed as the pleasure sliced through her, ripping along nerves and singing through her flesh but the sensation strangled the noise in her throat. She thrashed and pumped forward, her hot length in ecstasy, freely shedding pre cum onto the cool tile of the kitchen floor.
She looked up into Miss Rarity’s face and saw only love there.
"Does it feel good, darling?" she purred.
"Y-yes!" Coco could barely articulate even that.
"And what do you want to do?" Miss Rarity bent down till she was on Coco’s eye level.
"T-to…" Coco was having a hard time wrapping her thoughts around words now, having a hard time thinking about anything other than the cool floor against her shaft or the churning, electric pleasure in her cunt, "to s-ser-serve you!"
Miss Rarity closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath. When she opened them again there was a fire there that Coco would gladly be consumed by.
The dressmaker rose up, towering over her slave. She extended a single hoof towards her face.
"Lick," her voice was like silk. Coco endeavored to do so, at first barely managing to dab at the exquisitely hooficured appendage but soon forcing herself up enough to lavish her goddess’s hoof with the love it deserved. Her tongue flowed over and under the toe where dust and a small bit of Coco’s cum had gathered. She teased the frog which made Miss Rarity give a small shiver and a moan of approval.
This was taken away and Coco let out a small whine of protest, but her goddess was generous and Miss Rarity presented her other hoof for Coco to clean.
Fearing that she would lose this too, Coco took her time pleasing and worshiping this one but soon Miss Rarity removed it. She was panting, which Coco took to be a sign of approval.
"Very good, darling," Miss Rarity licked her lips, "now roll over."
Coco did as she was told, the cool air and the freedom to bob there a wonderfully new sensation to bedevil her cock with.
Miss Rarity trotted forward till she straddled the mare, some of her juices dripping down onto her face.
Coco did her best to catch the mana in her mouth, but just felt blessed to be anointed with it.
"Now, Coco, I need you to focus," not helping her focus, Miss Rarity began to stroke her hoof lightly across her shaft, "I am going to sit down. You are you lick me until I achieve release, however if you need to come up for air you are to strike my bottom as hard as you can."
Feeling that that was enough of both warning and explanation, Rarity lowered herself down onto Coco’s waiting face.
The mare stared up at Miss Rarity's slowly lowering rump and salivated. The dressmaker was soaking wet, absolutely drenched with arousal.
Memories of the sight would later serve as fuel for times when Coco had to entertain herself, but she would be made to wonder about her goddess's past as well. Where did the silver rings, one in her labia and another glistening at her clit come from? What pony had been so honored as to give the piercings to her?
Miss Rarity was not a thin, elegant pony as much as she would have liked to be. Genetics had dictated a tendency towards a pleasantly plump posterior, a pair of gorgeous pale globes that soon pressed down onto Coco's waiting face and opened mouth.
The mare moaned, thrusting her hips up so that her cock bobbed and slapped against her stomach trailing streamers of pre cum behind it.
Coco had never tasted a mare's juices before, and now she was never wanted to taste anything else. Like cum there was nothing about it that one would call tasty, but somehow it was blessed ambrosia in her mouth.
She also had no idea how to properly eat cunt, particularly when the owner of said cunt was sitting on her face, squishing it to the floor beneath plush weight. Her tongue was thrust up into the silky folds and she lapped eagerly, if clumsily.
Coco tried to take in every drop of Miss Rarity's love, she breathed in deeply the smell of her.
The mare ground her pussy into Coco's face, soaking her. Despite Miss Rarity's best efforts should could not keep the odd squeak or moan from escaping when in her inexperienced enthusiasm Coco would brush against some especially sensitive part of her. She reached down and rewarded her by stroking along the under side of her cock, from medial ring to head.
It was getting harder for Coco to breath, but the thought of not having the dressmaker's tush smothering her was unthinkable. She delved deeper and bucked her hips into the gentle touch. It was impossible to gauge how close she was to release.
Desperation forced her hoof, and so Coco tapped a hoof on Miss Rarity's expansive flank.
Miss Rarity ground down on her in response.
"Harder," the dress maker growled.
In a panic, Coco struck as hard as she could, actually shifting the dressmakers weight a little. The grinding ceased, and then her goddess raised her rump enough for Coco to gulp down a few breaths scented with her musk.
"You'll have to spank me harder than that, darling," Coco cringed a little at the scolding tone, "are you ready?"
"Yes Miss Rarity," Coco squeaked.
"Very good," the dressmaker again sat down onto the mare's waiting mouth.
"I must confess that I rather like having my bottom struck. A sudden sting of impact followed by that tingle of reaction, it just makes me shiver. It makes things odd when I meet a lovely little submissive like yourself," she bent down to plant a kiss on the base of Coco's stallionhood, "and you are lovely my dear, never let anypony tell you otherwise. Most of my lovers expect me to do the spanking, and I do oblige them. We'll have plenty of time to explore that ourselves later, sometime after you spurt."
Coco moaned up into her cunt, and Miss Rarity gave her hips a little wiggle.
"You're doing a very good job of arousing me, Coco, but I see that I will have a lot to teach you, but that can wait. It can wait until after you cum," the mare bucked her hips at this and Miss Rarity chuckled, "oh yes, I'm not even close to done with you today my dear. After you climax, after you soak the both of us in seed and I suspect make quite a large mess of my kitchen, I will continue to play with you. I still haven't gotten enough of your delectable cunt," she placed heavy emphasis on the word, "just yet, and to share a secret with you I deeply enjoy cum as well. The taste of it, the smell, even the feeling of it sticking to my coat and mane are just so wonderfully dirty. I'll help you clean it up after we're done, I promise you that. Your's was particularly tasty I might add, a sign of a healthy diet."
Coco hung on every word. Every syllable made her feel closer to release and it shocked her how badly she wanted to see her goddess coated in sticky cum, how much she wanted to grovel and lick every inch of her clean and present all of it as an offering to Miss Rarity.
The simple fact that Miss Rarity seemed to want this as well was nearly unthinkable.
"I want you to cum for me, darling," the dressmaker breathed these words against the shaft of Coco's cock, "I want you to cum and cover us both in your dirty seed, but most of all," she extended her tongue to lick Coco's stallionhood, "I want you to cum because it will make you feel gooooooooooood," she drew the word out and savored it.
Somewhere in Coco Pommel the dam broke and she came.
The orgasm was more intense than any Coco had ever experienced, a tidal wave of pleasure that sang through her entire body as her cock sprayed and her pussy clenched and spasmed in sympathy.
She heard Miss Rarity moan in ecstasy and felt hot cum splatter against her chest and chin, but all was simply so much background noise to the utter rapture of release.
At some point the dressmaker dismounted her face and Coco felt her hot mouth wrap around the end of her cock, felt her nimble tongue dancing over the flared head as Miss Rarity sucked down mouthfuls of cum.
Then she felt Miss Rarity’s lips press against hers and when her own parted to accept the kiss she tasted her own essence, a salty, chemical tasting load that her goddess pushed into her mouth and the two toyed with for sometime as Coco’s cock slowed from spewing to merely spurting and then dribbling its payload as the orgasm drifted away, leaving her shaky and tired.
She felt utterly drained and utterly satisfied, even more so when Miss Rarity sank down beside her, and wrapped her in a warm embrace.
Coco blinked her eyes and looked around. She could feel her massive load cooling on her own coat, slimy and chill yet oddly satisfying to her. It coated Miss Rarity as well, though against her pale coat is was harder to spot save for the odd glistening patch or slight discoloration. It showed plainly where it clung to her mane though.
The dressmaker was smiling fondly at her, and for a brief moment Coco was both relieved and disappointed that the mare was not now further bedeviling her.
"You," Miss Rarity kissed her, "are the best assistant I have ever had."
The dressmaker slowly disentangled herself and stood up, over Coco. She bent down and kiss her again.
"Rest now, darling. I’ll see to everything…"
As Coco drifted down into sleep and Miss Rarity drifted down her body, she felt more accepted than she ever had in her life. She knew she was home now.
Author's Note
Fuck, this one kinda got away from me towards the end.