You fumble with the needles and spools on the shelves before you. The room around you is quiet, save for a small sweet humming coming from the opposite side. This is perfect for your hangover headache, and the busy work keeps you occupied enough. The sun is still rising in the small hours of the morning after an early breakfast and you can see motes of dust dance in the rays of sunlight that stand between the windows and floor. After selecting a color that would match the fabric, you take it over to a secondary sewing machine she keeps and begin working on your own clothes.
It’s been a long, long time since you found yourself in Ponyville, in the world of ponies. You’re the only human they’ve ever seen, the only human you know to exist in this…dimension, world, whatever or wherever you are. Here, you’re seen as the abnormality, walking around upright on your hind legs, not to mention your fingers and lack of coat. Fortunately, the ponies’ Princess-Goddess Celestia allowed you to stay in Ponyville, so long as you didn’t cause trouble, and Rarity had been kind enough to provide you a roof over your head and a use for your relatively extreme dexterity. Even without magic, you could work threads and needles and other small things most hooves would fumble with and manipulate things too small for most unicorn’s magic. In exchange for food and shelter and clothing, Rarity only asked a few things of you: assistance in her work, “service,” and secrecy. The first was easy, the second you greatly enjoyed, but the third was the hardest. Even in a sugar-sweet innocent world like this, secrets did exist here and there, but you don’t expect there to be anything like the one you keep for Rarity.
‘Mistress Rarity,’ she asked you to call her, when others weren’t around. Tell them it’s a human thing if someone does hear you, she said. You didn’t care. You don’t care. There’s something incredibly alluring to be submissive to somepony as beautiful and elegant as her, to do whatever she asks of you whenever she asks, and keep it all a secret. None of the other ponies knew about it—except Pinkie Pie of course, you suspect she knows just about everything—and that is the way she likes it. A small cough raises your eyes from your work onto your Mistress, her glasses down a little on her face. She moves her head to the right, motioning you to go into her washroom.
You wordlessly oblige, setting down your work and entering before her. You take off your shirt first and lay it across the lip of the tub. Your short hair presses down around the back of your head as you lay back on the cool tile floor next to the tub. She walks in behind you and positions herself above you, straddling you with all four legs. Between her hindlegs you can clearly see her genitalia, a slightly bluish shade of white, distinguishing them from her coat. She walks forward a bit, and her hind legs now stand directly under you armpits before she lowers herself onto your upper chest. Her full, plump testicles rest on your neck, and her flaccid member flops onto your smiling lips and onto your cheek. She’s sweaty between her legs from the intense concentration of the morning’s work, but her musk smells to you like a sweet perfume. You can feel her sweat hindquarters pressing against your bare skin, wetting your chest and making it slick. Concentrating, you can feel the pucker between them when she rests her full weight. You know what she wants, but you want her to tell you, to command you.
“Open your mouth, darling,” she obliges. A forehoof slides it over your cheek and between your lips, the soft head resting atop your tongue with a sweet taste on its tip. The warm, wet sensations your mouth gives her causes a small sigh to escape from her own, towering above you. Her weight shifts as she positions herself to slide it even farther into your mouth.
“Drink.” You manage a small nod in response and close your lips around the soft flesh. Her back relaxes a little along with the rest of her body before her warm, bubbly liquid begins to flow into your eager mouth. The first drops bubble on your tongue, but you refrain from swallowing until the stream really begins. Rarity’s champagne soon flows steadily and you begin swallowing her torrent as the pressure increases and decreases with each tense of her body. You can feel the burning in your belly as you try to stomach this much alcohol at once—it’s been a while since she last went, and ever since you had consented, she only went in your mouth. Only the best for your Mistress.
Your jaw opens farther apart as her cock hardens within, and soon her chest is on the floor behind your head, legs folded, the heat of the shaft radiating against your lips. The last dribble is forced out, and you give it a suck for good measure, not wanting her to drip everywhere. For a moment the both of you are still, daring not to move unless she commands it, content to let her member loll on your tongue in silence. A quick flick to its tip and Rarity sucks air in through her teeth.
“S-stay,” she commands, yanking herself from your mouth and turning around. Her forehooves pull your head back a little to look at the wall, but all you see is her body and her fully-erect penis before you. With the motion you realize just how quickly her drink has made you slightly drunk. You think the buzz will make this all the better.
“Open, dear.” You open your mouth and she slides a foreleg under the back of your neck to keep you facing the right direction, and looks down to guide her cock into your face. When it nears your lips you give it a kiss before opening wide and letting it slide across your tongue again, the smooth texture slick against the insides of your mouth, being careful not to bite. A suppressed gag admits her farther into you, and she stops shy of entering your throat. Her smooth, soft, plump balls rest against your nose and eyes, the rest of her body weight again pressing against your chest, and you can feel every inhale and exhale from her body above.
“Ah, I simply *need* this on a busy day like today,” she sighs. Her shaft starts to withdraw, pulling your lips with it a little, before she moves back. The pace slowly increases and saliva coats your mouth and her cock entirely, her fleshy orbs begin to bounce on your nose and face with each entry, and you do your best to move your tongue every time her head passes across it.
Time loses meaning as your mistress uses your mouth. Her hind end begins to buck from the pleasure, faster and faster, her breath becoming more ragged. You feel her tense for the last time, the final thrust as hard and as deep as she can manage, her shaft twitching from the building pressure. The bulge reaches your lips half a second before it reaches the inside of your mouth, and you can feel the warm, sweet marshmallow topping spurt from within her and you close your eyes to savor it. String after string shoots into your throat expanding ever so slightly, a grunt or sigh accompanying each from the pony on top of you, and the leg behind your neck presses you tighter to her sweating body.
The shaft softens almost immediately and she removes it deliberately, letting you clean it off.
“That was spectacular, darling.” Her hoof rests against your cheek, the other holds her cock to your mouth as your finish your job. “I think you deserve desert, after such a job well done.”
She stands and turns around again before sitting on your face. The sweat on her cheeks and the coating of saliva on your face allows her to sink down on your head, bringing her tight sphincter to match your lips. Her balls rest on the rest of your face, forcing you to breathe through your nose harder to force air through.
“Eat.”
You open your mouth a little to make room for your tongue, the rump on both of your cheeks presses your lips to point up and down. The tough outside tastes sweet as you poke and prod the hole firmly resting on your face, with responding giggles. With a grunt her cheeks separate a bit before her hole opens, and you take the opportunity to push your tongue in deeper to welcome your dessert and rub against the softer flesh within.
The cream cheese at first comes a mouthful at once and you easily swallow it. More grunts and a long, sweet, soft, warm portion starts to exude from her orifice, and between each her sphincter closes around the tip of your tongue, almost sucking it in. Rich and thick, it easily fills your face before you get a chance to swallow, allowing you plenty of time to press your tongue through some of the mouthfuls, pushing some into your cheeks to make way for more. It stops for a moment before picking up again and you can feel the gurgling within her as more rushes to her exit and your entry.
Finished, she stands, commanding you to your knees. Lifting her tail, she presents her behind to you again. You rub your face off on your arm as you eye the area between her ass cheeks smeared with the excess. You take her tail in your hand and follow her command to clean her up, the hole between them still relaxed enough for you to force your tongue inside for anything you missed.
She turns around when you’re done and kisses you on the cheek, blushing.
“Now it’s your—“ a ringing bell at the door interrupts her and she rushes to the entry of the washroom. For a moment you had contemplated reciprocation, but now that lunch was near, traffic to the shop would increase and be steady until the late evening. Disappointed, your hand slips under into your pants and between your legs to take care of you yourself, but Rarity’s head pops into the room.
“I’ll have none of that, darling! Get yourself decent and come help me, I’ll attend to your needs after we close tonight.” With a wink, she disappears again and you reach for your shirt, a smile creeping onto your face as you fantasize about what awaits you tonight.
