Ingress: Painted Beauty

by Anonymous Pegasus

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Human, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Rarity, Romance
Length: 8819

Rarity has an idea for a new fashion line. Paint! Ethan, the poor, unsuspecting human glue salesman, is the one roped into her scheme. He had to paint Rarity... everywhere.

An Ingress story

Rarity needs help for a new fashion she wants to showcase. Painted clothes! Her 'second choice' of painters is Ethan, the human salesman operating out of Ponyville.

Poor Ethan sure doesn't know what he's getting in to, painting everything that is Rarity.

Everything.

Cover art by Derpah

Published 2014-06-15 13:00:02 UTC
Last updated 2014-06-15 13:00:02 UTC

Paint

Three years after First Ingress

Ethan frowned, squinting, tilting his head to the left just slightly and brushing a lock of brown hair out of his eyes to better observe the painting in front of him. He looked to the left of the painting, gauging the distances between the hill, the buildings of Ponyville, and the merest sliver of a lake that was visible behind the hill, making sure he had them on the page accurately.

After deciding he had the distances right, Ethan lifted a fine paintbrush to apply a black line for a shadow of a Ponyville building. A pony cleared his throat behind him, and Ethan winced, sending a splatter of black specks across the painting.

“Fuck,” Ethan whispered, sighing and shaking his head, before looking back over his shoulder, trying to put on his best smile. “Well hello, can I help you?”

The pony behind him, a stallion with a wooden horse for a cutie mark, nodded urgently. “A filly broke her toy cart and I need to fix it rather quickly. I was pointed in the direction of your store?”

Ethan nodded, dropping his paintbrush into a pot of water sitting next to the easel. He rose from his stool and made a motion with his hand for the pony to follow him. He moved downstairs, off the balcony, and into the shop itself.

The little store was a newly-added building, crammed into an empty space in the middle of Ponyville, selling, of all things, superglue.

Equestria had never discovered superglue, it seemed. And now, Ethan was working for a superglue company selling overpriced glue to the ponies.

“You want this,” Ethan said, picking up a single small tube of super glue from a shelf. Every shelf in the store was covered in different types of ‘super adhesives’, ranging in purpose from industrial to home use.

The pony winced slightly. “It’s a bit… uh… expensive.”

“I know,” Ethan sympathised. “I don’t set the prices, and import tax goes pretty high across dimensions.”

“What a time we live in,” the pony responded with a faint smile, before staring at the price tag on the shelf apprehensively.

“Look, I can give you one of these tubes for free,” Ethan said, making a motion with his hand for the pony to take the tube. “I’ll write it off as falling off the back of a truck or just general damages.”

“Won’t you get in trouble?” the pony asked, ears pinning back slightly.

Ethan shrugged. “Superglue is just about the vile substance you will ever come across in your life. Seriously. Four seconds after touching air it will turn into a resin and you can never, ever use a full tube of it because it will leak, harden, and turn into something resembling clear iron. Trust me, we lose a lot of tubes to just plain leakages.”

The pony winced slightly at that, but reached up and gingerly took the tube of superglue. “Thank you.”

“Don’t hold it in your mouth,” Ethan cautioned. “You don’t want superglue on your tongue, lips, or teeth. Ever. Secure the lid firmly when you’re done. A single dab of superglue should be enough for whatever you need done.”

“Thank you very much,” the pony said, bowing slightly, before turning and heading out the front door.

There was a muffled exchanged of greetings from outside as he ran into someone, and then the door opened again.

“Oh, good morning, Rarity,” Ethan said with a smile, reaching down under the counter for a packet that contained a several dozen tubes of glue. “Ran out early?”

Rarity shook her head. “No Darling, I came seeking your help on another matter. Though… while you’re there…”

Ethan smiled, holding up the packet. “Already set aside a few dozen for you.”

Rarity smiled at that. “Excuse my manners! How are you, Ethan?”

“I’m good, Rarity. How are you?” Ethan responded with an easy smile, leaning against a shelf.

“Working on a new fashion line! It will be simply fabulous! But I need the aid of one with… how do I put it… more dexterity than most,” Rarity explained carefully.

“Dexterity? Whatever do you need that for?” Ethan queried, blinking once. “Couldn’t you just use your magic?”

“I find that I don’t have enough mirrors for the purpose… It has to be exact,” Rarity explained. “My, you are looking handsome today. Did you trim your ma-I mean, your hair?”

Ethan gave Rarity a dubious stare. “Okay, what is it and how long is it going to take me to do it?”

Rarity frowned a little at being cut off, her ears splaying slightly. “Well… I couldn’t help but notice that you enjoy painting in your spare time, and I had the most divine idea for a fashion line that has never been done before! But I have to have it done by tonight.”

Ethan nodded in understanding. “That still doesn’t tell me why you need my help.”

“Well, the idea for clothes is… this might seem a little bit strange… but the concept is paint as clothes! Isn’t it simply wonderous?!”

Ethan gave a slight nod at that. “It could work. I saw it in a swimsuit magazine once, back home.”

“Swimming? In paint? Why that would be preposterous! It would be frightfully ruined by the time you got out!”

“It was more for the sexy shots than the swimming,” Ethan admitted with a slight smile.

“Oh…” Rarity trailed off for a long moment, wincing slightly. “One of those magazines.”

“Rarity, we’ve been over this. On Earth, all magazines are ‘those’ magazines”

Rarity blinked once at that, and then gave a slight smile. “Well… I was rather hoping that you would help paint me up, darling. I would compensate you duly for your time, of course.”

Ethan gave a slow, thoughtful nod. “Well… I don’t really see why not. It’s nothing… hugely complicated is it?”

“I just need a uniform coat of blue and some accessories glued on!”

Ethan paused at that. “You understand if you use superglue…”

“I’ll be using my regular glue, thank you,” Rarity said with a shudder. “I dare not think how terrible I would look with bald spots from glue application!”

“Mhmmkay… well, I’ll do it then,” Ethan said with a nod.

“Great! Bring a paintbrush, if you desire! I’ll meet you at the boutique in fifteen minutes!”

“Hey, wait, that’s not—”

But Rarity was already rushing out the door, disappearing with a flick of her perfectly curled tail.

Ethan sighed, and then shook his head, heading back upstairs to get his paint brush.

The front door of the boutique was locked when Ethan arrived, so he knocked and stood there awkwardly.

The doorknob clicked and opened with the touch of magic, and Rarity smiled at him warmly. “Come in, come in!” she gushed, moving aside to let him in.

Ethan had to stoop just slightly to avoid knocking his forehead on the door. Once inside the average Ponyville building, it was quite easy to stand up, since ponies loved their headspace. But doorways were another matter. They simply weren’t made for creatures as tall as a human. Or even an alicorn.

Rarity closed the door behind herself, and then locked it with a soft click. Ethan stared for a long moment.

“Not to worry!” Rarity soothed, smiling at him. “Just making sure we’re not interrupted. Don’t want you being dragged off and leaving me half-blue!”

“That would be a fashion faux-pas,” Ethan said with a slight nod.

Rarity gave a low growl of delight. “You know I love it when you speak french!”

“Hors d'oeuvres, coup d'état, mon chéri mademoiselle,” Ethan said with a fake bow.

Rarity tittered, shaking her head and pointing towards the centre of the room with a motion of her chin. “We’ll do it over there. Don’t want you getting paint on my floor.”

Ethan nodded, stepping towards the table Rarity had there. It was cleared of all materials, except for two heavy tins of paint. A simple white sheet covered the table to protect it from any spilled paint.

“Wouldn’t want to get any on that lovely velvet-purple mane of yours,” Ethan said as calmly and levelly as he could.

Rarity froze dead, slowly turning to stare at him, eyes narrowing.

Ethan swallowed audibly.

“Ethan, Darling. I’ve told you so many times. Do not accept fashion advice from pegasi or earth ponies, especially if you’re trying to impress me with it. My mane is quite obviously royal purple and whoever told you that it was velvet—of all colours!—is a blithering, bone-headed, ape-brained—”

“It was me.” Ethan cut across Rarity’s tirade with a raised eyebrow. “I looked through a paint book and it told me your mane is velvet purple.”

Rarity scowled. “Well, darling, it’s not so much that you’re a moron and more that that book is most definitely flawed. You can’t help that you were working from a flawed book, can you?” she simpered, batting her eyelashes.

Ethan couldn’t help but smile, shaking his head. “You’re adorable.”

Rarity frowned at that, brow furrowing. “I am not adorable. I am a confident, elegant, sexy mare. Adorable is an adjective reserved for the likes of Sweetie Belle and her friends.”

“You would prefer for me to call you ‘sexy’?” Ethan asked blankly.

Rarity paused at that, opening her mouth to respond, before closing it again. “I think we should get started! The show is in a few hours!”

Ethan thought he detected a slight blush on her cheeks.

“So how are we gonna do this?” Ethan asked.

Rarity cast her gaze towards the table, and then her horn lit up. A large piece of paper with a diagram of a pony on it floated up onto the wall, pinning itself there. “I’ve made a diagram of what I need done. I just need the blue undercoat and the gold edges put on.”

Ethan nodded, squinting at the page for a moment, figuring out where to start, before a look of realisation, and then apprehension, crossed over his face. “Uh… it looks like you want all of your upper body and hindquarters painted.”

“I have enough paint,” Rarity said with a wave of a hoof.

“I was more… uhhh… concerned with the privacy issue,” Ethan said, feeling his face heating up.

“I already locked the door, darling,” Rarity said, oblivious.

Ethan closed his eyes, taking a large inhale and then a slow exhale. “I meant that I’m going to painting… you know. Your butt.”

“I am aware of this,” Rarity said calmly, frowning at him. “Do you have a problem with touching me there? Do humans find ponies disgusting? Do you?” Rarity asked innocently enough.

“No, no,” Ethan assured, holding his hands up placatingly. “Quite the opposite, in fact. You’re asking me to work in close proximity to… you know…”

Rarity gave him a long stare, a coquettish smile spreading across her muzzle. “I trust you’ll be able to remain professional…”

Ethan swallowed thickly and then nodded. “I… I’m uh sure I could.”

“Good,” Rarity purred, spreading herself out over the table. “Now… hurry up. The show begins in a few hours!”

Ethan nodded, moving closer to the pony and then popping the lid off of one of the paint cans, revealing a thick blue liquid. He pulled his paintbrush out of his pocket, dipping it into the paint and then staring at Rarity, trying to decide where to start.

Rarity quivered slightly, holding her mane out of the way as Ethan began painting a line of blue down the length of her spine.

“So, how come you couldn’t get someone else to do this?” Ethan asked, applying gentle pressure to the side of Rarity’s supple neck to ensure he got the line of blue paint there perfect.

“You were my first choice, really,” Rarity said with a soft giggle, one of her hindlegs kicking lightly at the touch to her neck.

Ethan gave her a long stare and then a short laugh. “No, I wasn’t.”

Rarity frowned at him for a moment, before scowling slightly. “Okay, fine. You weren’t. I would have taken a professional painter in Canterlot, but everypony is busy today! There just wasn’t enough time.”

“So I was number two choice?” Ethan asked simply, moving on to broader strokes of the brush to cover as much of her shoulder as possible.

Rarity nodded. “Yes, number two choice.”

“Number two choice isn’t so bad,” Ethan mused, as he moved the brush down over her ribs. “I wouldn’t expect to be your first choice, what with being, you know…”

“Human?” Rarity asked bluntly.

Ethan rolled his eyes. “Non-magical.”

“Oh, well… I was going to protest that I am not a species-ist!” Rarity said with a firm shake of her head.

Ethan smiled faintly. “Neither am I. But it’s nice to know you think I’m sexy.”

Rarity blinked once at that, her cheeks definitely flushing. “T-that is not what I was implying!”

Ethan laughed at that, shaking his head. “I’m making fun of you, Rarity. Of course that’s not what you meant.”

“I-I was just saying that I do not discriminate against humans based on your frankly disturbing inability to handle any forms of magic!” Rarity protested.

Ethan shook his head slightly, shushing the mare with the end of the paintbrush. “Calm down, calm down, or we’ll be here forever. I can’t paint while you’re chewing me out.”

Rarity snorted once. “Very well.”

“You’re going to have to roll over now anyway,” Ethan said, laying out a towel beside the mare. “Can you levitate onto the towel though? Don’t wanna smudge your paintjob.”

“Levitate myself?” Rarity asked, giving an exasperated sigh. “You don’t understand magic, do you?”

“I’m a human. I understand magic about as well as you understand artificial neural networks or rocket science,” Ethan pointed out.

Rarity frowned at that, and then rose to her hooves carefully. “Levitating oneself with magic is quite a difficult task. You become weightless and gravity ceases effecting you. Without being able to feel weight or feel it affect you…” she trailed off, lifting herself carefully with her magic. “Well, it is quite difficult. Thankfully, I am artist with my magic.” The pony slowly rotated in the air, before coming down gently on her back, stretching out carefully.

Ethan carefully moved up onto the table with her, starting to stroke the brush down the length of her chest and stomach. The brush moved over the soft fur, and his hand rested on her stomach, feeling the softness of her body under his fingertips.

“You’re really soft, you know,” Ethan said conversationally.

Rarity giggled softly at that, nodding once. “Do you approve?”

“I approve,” Ethan responded, nodding and staring down at her.

The paintbrush moved further and further downwards, joining the lines he had already made to create a solid coating of blue.

Ethan swallowed thickly as he saw that he only had her inner thighs and lower belly lift to paint.

“U-uh…” Ethan paused, swallowing again and trying to clear his throat. “Could you… You know…”

“Could I what?” Rarity asked, wide, innocent blue eyes peering up at him.

Ethan cleared his throat quietly, making a motion with the paintbrush. “C-could you spread your thighs for me?”

Rarity blinked once, her cheeks flushing slowly. “You aren’t going to buy me dinner first?” she asked, batting her eyelashes at him, before giving a shaky inhale and then slowly, carefully spreading her hindlegs.

Ethan tried so hard not to stare, but couldn’t stop from stealing a glance as Rarity exposed herself to him. He felt the blood rushing to his head and a certain more insistent part of his anatomy, his face burning hotly as he forced himself to stare up and hold her gaze. “T-thanks.”

Rarity gave a long huff, a blush colouring her own cheeks. “J-just get your fill already,” she muttered, looking away pointedly, her tail giving an anxious flick. “Y-you’ll have to see to paint properly.”

The soft fur of her belly, now two-tone blue and white, lead right down to the soft inner thighs and the even softer, plump outer lips of her perfect cunt. There was a definite mound there, with just the right angle to give the entirety of it a perfect inviting look. The round outer lips looked impossibly soft, and there was the merest, tiniest sliver of pink hidden between them.

Ethan thought he might pass out, eyes widening at the enticing sight of the mare so willingly exposed to his gaze.

With a shaking hand, he started to paint down her inner thigh, dragging the paintbrush towards the junction of her thighs. He swallowed thickly, trying not to stare too much, and largely failing.

Rarity was still looking away, forehooves crossed over her chest, hindlegs spread. “Y-you find me attractive?”

“Can you ask me again when I can think straight?” Ethan wheezed, dragging the paintbrush right down to the juncture of her thighs, so close to touching the soft, plump pussy.

Rarity quivered slightly at the touch of the paintbrush so close to her sensitive flesh, the faintest of giggles leaving her. “Tickles…”

Ethan nodded, starting on the other thighs, clearing his throat again and trying to work his tongue against the roof of his mouth, finding his entire mouth utterly dry. “Ummm… how much of this do you want painted?”

“A-all of it,” Rarity whispered, flushing even deeper. “M-my natural coat colour is too… too much contrast. Ponies would notice.”

Ethan swallowed thickly at that. “Then I’ll have to paint over…” he made a motion.

Rarity nodded quietly. “P-please do it quickly.”

“Uncomfortable?” Ethan asked soothingly, reassuringly squeezing her chest with his hand.

Rarity shook her head, biting her bottom lip, blushing furiously. “Ticklish… making me…” she trailed off with a mumble, but Ethan thought he heard the word ’moist’.

Ethan’s hand started shaking so hard he had to take a moment to steady it as he carefully laid a hand on her inner thigh under the pretense of getting to a difficult spot. In reality, he was spreading the mare open just a little bit more, adding enough pressure to part those soft white lips and reveal soft pink flesh. He felt his heart in his throat as he saw the shine of moisture there. She was getting aroused.

“E-enjoying the view?” Rarity asked with a soft huff.

Ethan immediately released her, caught red-handed, face burning. “I-I uh… I w-was just making sure you weren’t… r-ruining the paint job,” he tried to cover.

Rarity gave him a long stare, and then a soft little giggle, shaking her head slowly. “I don’t beleive you for a single instant… but that was smooth.”

“Thanks,” Ethan mumbled, returning to painting her. “I’m not sure if this paint will… uh… irritate your delicates…”

“I am not fabric,” Rarity huffed, her ears splaying back and tail giving another little quiver. “J-just do what you have to do.”

Ethan nodded gently at that, laying a hand on the mare’s inner thigh, biting his bottom lip anxiously. He was already trying his best to hide the rather obvious tent in his sweat pants, but what he was about to do was insane.

Very gentle, Ethan reached forwards and then lightly touched at the plump cunny with his thumb, feeling the pliable, impossibly soft flesh moving under his touch.

Rarity inhaled sharply, holding her breath, hooves covering her mouth, eyes wide, staring down at him.

Ethan carefully applied more pressure, stretching the softly-furred flesh of Rarity’s cunt until it was taught, and then carefully—oh-so-carefully—dragging the length of the paintbrush up over it, careful to make sure the paint ended up on the soft fur of her pussy but not on the sensitive pink flesh.

Etha released the breath he was holding, and then moved onto the other side, becoming suddenly acutely aware of the warmth of Rarity’s tight cunt under the pad of his thumb, and he quivered so hard he almost made a mess of her with the paint brush. He held his breath again, steadying his hand, and then carefully drew the line up the other side of that supple mound. The rest of it took very little time, just brushing the end of the paintbrush over the alluring flesh in front of him.

“Y-you can move your hand now,” Rarity muttered.

Ethan blinked and snatched his hand back, realising that he had left it rest on her freshly-painted cunt when he had continued painting.

“N-not that I mind,” Rarity whispered, mortified. “It was m-making me…”

“I-I know,” Ethan muttered, swallowing thickly, quickly stroking the brush over the rest of the white he could see. He drew back with a long exhale, giving a sigh of relief. “There… done.”

Rarity remained on her back for several more seconds, watching him with wide blue eyes.

Ethan blinked at her once, following her gaze. He immediately bent his knees, crouching down a little bit to try and disguise the obvious bulge in his pants, turning slightly to the side and clearing his throat.

Rarity closed her legs, flushing deeply, carefully dropping off the table onto her hooves, holding up a mirror to look herself over. “Very nice, darling,” Rarity said, pleased. “Now, if you’ll just get me the mane dryer, we can start on the highlights.”

Ethan sighed slightly and sat back on his rump, giving a faint groan of relief, holding his arm with the opposite hand. “My arm is killing me.”

“We’re done, now,” Rarity said soothingly, smiling and turning slowly, looking herself over in the mirror. “It looks stunning!”

Ethan had to agree. The paint was perfect, at least from a distance. The paint was slightly blurry in some places, but the gold highlights, along with creatively-placed lace, bows, and various little buttons and even a glued-on pocket, looked great.

“I’m glad I could help,” Ethan said with a soft smile.

“Glad you could put your hands all over me, you filthy ruffian,” Rarity accused, peering back at him over her shoulder, poking her tongue out.

Ethan shifted uncomfortably, giving a guilty smile. “I like to think of it as a perk.”

Rarity giggled softly at that, shaking her head and then dancing away to her cupboard. She came out with a tiny, lengthy piece of fabric, the exact same colour as her new blue coat. She laid it on the floor, and then stepped into it, using her magic to pull it up snugly around her hips.

Ethan’s mouth fell open as he realised it was a kind of bikini.

It blended in perfectly with her paint job. It was completely invisible, even when he knew what he was looking for.

“Uhh… if you don’t mind me asking…” Ethan started.

“Because I didn’t know if the paint would be the exact same colour after it dried,” Rarity explained, a little bit too quickly.

“You gave that a lot of thought, didn’t you?” Ethan asked bluntly.

Rarity flushed faintly, tail giving a quiver. “I did.”

Ethan smiled. “Don’t you have a show to get to?”

“I do,” Rarity said, turning in place. “How do I look?”

“Like a million bucks,” Ethan assured, motioning towards the door. “Just… you got a towel here somewhere I can use to clean off all this blue?” he asked, raising his hands.

“Upstairs, first door on the left!” Rarity said as she stepped towards the front door. “Lock the door on the way out, please!”

Ethan waved at the retreating form of Rarity’s perfectly styled tail, before heading up the stairs and to the room Rarity had specified. A bathroom.

Half an hour later, and Ethan was at home, laying on his bed and staring at the ceiling. He was ashamed at what he had done, but the simple fact was that he had masturbated furiously the moment he was alone. Right in Rarity’s bathroom. He hadn’t even taken the time to wash his hands first, and now his cock was a delicate shade of blue, like he’d fucked a smurf or something.

But he still didn’t feel as though he’d done anything too extreme. After all, he did have his fingers in direct contact with Rarity’s pussy.

Several hours later found Ethan sitting in his kitchen, chewing on the end of a celery stick stuffed with cheese and sauce.

There was a curt knock at the door, and he was just rising to his feet when the lock clicked on its own and a touch of magic opened the door.

“I hope you don’t mind that I let myself in,” Rarity said with a warm smile, closing the door behind her. A coin purse jingled happily at her hip. “I bought your payment! We both forgot about it, it seems.”

“I had… er… other things on my mind,” Ethan admitted with a slightly nervous laugh, placing down the celery stick and turning to face the pony.

Rarity gave a soft giggle, watching him with narrowed eyes. “Oh… I’m sure you did. I also added payment for another packet of glue, I seem to be running out faster and faster these days, even though I am careful to conserve it.”

“The tubes are kinda small,” Ethan admitted.

“But worth every bit,” Rarity said with an earnest nod. She looked him up and down for a long moment, before stepping a little closer. “I have an idea for an extra… perk you could get for your help.”

“I like perks,” Ethan said with a slight nod. “What did you have in mind?”

“Well, I was thinking that you could help me clean the last remnants of blue from my fur,” Rarity said, batting her eyelashes at him and giving a slow smile.

Ethan’s face fell, but he tried to appear at least like he didn’t hate the idea. “That seems fine.”

“Good, let’s get started then,” Rarity said with a smile, lifting a washcloth from the bag at her hip to rest on the table.

The door behind them clicked softly as the lock engaged.

Smiling warmly, Rarity pulled off her saddlebag, laying it gently on the table, before climbing up onto it herself. She carefully laid down on her stomach, stretching out lazily.

Ethan raised his eyebrows at that, picking up his celery stick and then placing it in the fridge, before turning back to the mare. He reached over, picking up an empty bowl off the sink, and then filled it with water from the tap.

Rarity watched him with narrowed eyes, tail slowly flicking back and forth against the table. “Don’t keep me waiting, darling.”

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” Ethan assured, setting down the bowl of water next to her and then settling on the stool, picking up the washcloth. “Now, where do you need cleaning?”

“I don’t know,” Rarity said with a happy sigh, laying her chin on crossed forehooves. “That’s your job to find out, darling.”

Ethan raised an eyebrow at that, before frowning at her for a long moment. A single band of bright blue ran around the edge of her rump. He touched it with his fingers, discovering a satin-like texture. “Rarity… are you still wearing the bottom thing?”

“The modesty retainer?” Rarity asked with the softest of naughty giggles. “Why, I do I believe I am, darling. Why do you ask? Don’t you want me to preserve my modesty?”

“Well… it was in direct contact with the paint right after it was applied, you know. We’ll probably have to take it off to make sure you’re clean underneath,” Ethan said with a short nod.

Rarity gave him a long, long stare, a slow smirk spreading across her features. “That was incredibly smooth, Ethan, but I think I’ll leave it on for now.”

Ethan’s face fell again, and Rarity gave a soft giggle.

Ethan laid a hand on Rarity’s back, stroking down the length of her spine carefully, looking for any blue paint that remained. There were a few flecks here and there, hidden in the expanse of downy white fur, and a quick grind back and forth of the washcloth cleared them up rather quickly.

Working his way down the length of her body, he had to spend quite a long a long time on her cutie mark, gently stretching each of the diamonds on her flank with his thumb to make sure no blue was hiding amidst the marks.

A happy purr left the mare, and she shifted slightly to give him better access to her haunches, eyes closed, chin still resting on crossed forehooves.

With a shaking hand, Ethan carefully pushed Rarity’s perfect tail aside, leaning to the side slightly to get at her rump proper. One hand rested on her haunches, just below her tail, feeling the soft orb of flesh under his palm.

With her tail out of the way, Ethan could see Rarity’s perfect rump, and the line of blue fabric she was almost wearing. It was a kind of sheer satin, designed to sit perfectly against the flesh without being noticeable, and way it hugged the mound of her prisine cunt was heart stopping.

The fabric was barely thick enough to even sit over the plump cunny, and Ethan could clearly see where blue fabric was pushed taught across white flesh. It just barely covered the centre portion of her perfect pony pussy, just barely stretching across the crevice of her plump cunt to hide away any hint of pink. But it hugged so tightly to her curves that every single millimetre of supple flesh was completely visible in glorious blue detail. From the line of her entrance, the spread of her squishy outer lips, her little clit, the ‘V’ of flesh above it… every little detail was perfectly realised in blue silky material, at once covering it all up and revealing absolutely everything.

Ethan swallowed thickly, quite certain that he was going to get a nosebleed.

“Something the matter, darling?” Rarity asked innocently, not lifting her head. A soft tinge of pink was spreading across her cheeks.

“N-nothing,” Ethan managed to get out, sounding strangled and slightly higher-pitched than normal.

Taking a long, deep, steadying breath, Ethan started to check her rump over for any blue paint, feeling his heart beating somewhere in the realm of his Adam’s apple.

“So… uh… why are you making me do this instead of just taking a really long bath and relaxing?” Ethan asked, trying to keep his tone level.

“This is far more entertaining,” Rarity said with a slightly wider smile, giving her hip the smallest of wiggles. “Plus, I sense you are enjoying it.”

Ethan gave a nod and a slightly strangled sound. “Sure am.” He shifted self-consciously, in case Rarity peered back and caught him pitching a circus tent in his pants.

Rarity gave a faint giggle at that, stretching out a little more comfortably. “I’m glad you’re enjoying the perks of the job.”

“You have no idea,” Ethan responded, feeling his mouth go dry again. He stared at the mare, and then let his eyes wander down her form to that covered cunt. He bit his bottom lip, gathering up all his courage, and then laid his left hand on her rump, letting his thumb slide in and start to rub carefully up and down that barely concealed cunny.

Rarity quivered at the contact, and gave a sighing exhalation, her tail quivering slightly, but she made no move to stop him or discourage his advances.

Ethan swallowed thickly, slowly rubbing his thumb up and down that tight pussy, feeling the soft, pliable flesh and the silky covering that did barely anything to stop the delicious friction of rubbing her cunt.

Rarity shuddered, her back arching just slightly and hips giving a faint roll, almost imperceptibly.

Grinning breathlessly, Ethan rubbed at her a little more firmly, watching with interest as he delicately spread the perfect lips of Rarity’s cunt, watching the edges of the blue fabric get swallowed up by the soft, puffy lips, disappearing between them.

“E-enjoying yourself?” Rarity asked with a soft shudder, peering back over her shoulder at him, lifting her rump just a little.

“Yes,” Ethan breathed, shameless as he stared at her, drinking in the sight of the plump cunny before tugging at the edge of the fabric to tug it free, pushing it aside and exposing the mare to him entirely. He didn’t even hesitate this time, spreading her open again, with both thumbs this time, revealing the slick pink internals of the perfect mare.

Rarity shuddered, blushing under the intensity of his scrutiny, her ears splaying back flat and a hindleg quivering, kicking at the table slowly. “W-well don’t just stare, darling…”

Ethan nodded to himself, enraptured by the sight of the perfect puffy pussy so easily spread by his thumbs. He let go, watching her soft cunt naturally return to its perfectly set position. Swallowing audibly, he laid a fingertip against her, and then started to sink it into her.

She was just as soft on the inside as she was on the outside.

Silken, moist, hot inner flesh clenched around Ethan’s finger as he slowly sank it into her. The impossibly soft flesh clenched around his digit, squeezing at it almost rhythmically, tugging on it.

Ethan felt the sensation of a nose bleed again, starting to pant faintly, eyes wide as he watched her perfect cunny spreading around his finger. Without hesitation, he added another, sinking it into the tight mare, watching her outer lips spread even further to accept the intrusion of his slender fingers.

Rarity bit her bottom lip, arching her back a little bit further, her forehooves clenching at the table slowly as she gave the softest of groans.

Swallowing heavily, Ethan began to rock his fingers in and out of the tight, clenching cunny, while his free hand slipped down into his pants to begin stroking at his achingly hard cock.

Giving a low moan, Rarity curled around to watch him with lidded eyes, panting softly, her cheeks flushed deeply. “E-Ethan… I don’t mean to rush you… but could you be a darling and undress me properly?”

Ethan blinked once, tearing his eyes away from the intoxicating sight of Rarity’s spread, violated cunt, nodding once. He tugged his digits from her body, staring as a line of her liquids drooled from her moist pussy, connecting his digits to her wet cunny.

Swallowing thickly, he stepped up behind the mare, hands moving to her hips, fingertips finding the edge of the fabric on either side there. He dig his fingernails in, scraping lightly to pull up the edge of the fabric and begin tugging it downwards.

There was something intensely erotic about the way the silken fabric peeled down over the mare’s soft white flanks, pulling downwards and eventually parting from the moistened white and pink of her drooling cunt. Ethan could barely breath, heart pounding in his temples as he pulled the fabric down around her thighs.

Rarity smiled at him over her shoulder, blue eyes sparkling as she pushed herself to her hooves, hindlegs straightening, arching her back to present her perfect posterior to Ethan and allow the now-loose fabric to pool around her hind hooves. A quick step to either side both spread her hindlegs, and allowed her to kick the fabric away and off the table, while she curled to stare at him from between all four of her spread legs. “Like what you see, darling?”

“It’s perfect,” Ethan said, remembering to close his mouth, swallowing with some difficulty around the lump rising in his throat.

Without any warning, he grasped one of Rarity’s hindlegs in his free hand, and pulled her backwards.

Automatically, Rarity took a step back, and then gasped, her eyes going wide and her entire body quivering as she felt Ethan lay a gentle kiss right against her moist pussy.

Ethan panted faintly as he kissed her, tilting his head and pushing his lips right up against Rarity’s perfect plump cunny, kissing against the pliable outer lips and feeling the hot flesh within against his flesh. The hand in his pants moved harder and faster as he licked her once, delicately sliding his tongue up the length of the pursed outer lips, letting the powerful muscle spread her just enough to let his tongue graze over the soft pink inner flesh.

Rarity quivered under the attentions, her hindlegs shaking slightly, her tail flicking back and forth above his head, even as she watched him with narrowed eyes, following the motion of his hand in his pants.

“D-darling… Show me…” Rarity husked, eyes narrowing at him, licking her lips hungrily.

Ethan blinked once, drawing back, licking his lips self-consciously and almost groaning at the sweet taste of Rarity’s liquid still present there. He could feel heat rising in his chest and face as carefully shuffled his pants down to his knees and then kicked them down over his ankles, letting the stiff length of his throbbing cock spring up like a vengeful punch-me clown.

Rarity licked her lips, watching it with an avid stare, bouncing a little in place and then rapidly rolling over onto her back, spreading her hindlegs eagerly. “Ravage me!” she whimpered, flushing faintly, pushing a hoof between her thighs to grind against her moistened cunt slowly. “I want you!”

Ethan wasted no time in moving around to her, staring down at the presented, exposed body of the perfect mare. His shaking hands laid on her hips, and he squeezed lightly, feeling the softness of her form, before peering up into her eyes, feeling himself wither under the intent, eager gaze. “A-are you sure about this?”

“Ethan, darling, if you don’t take me right now,” Rarity growled, a hoof grasping at his chest heatedly. “I’m going to sew up every hole in your body with my finest silk thread.”

“Yes ma’am!” Ethan said, grasping the mare tightly, before smirking and rolling her over onto her belly.

Rarity gave a soft cry of surprise, eyes widening as she pulled backwards. She had barely time to get her hooves underneath herself, landing lightly on the floor, leaving her upper half supported on the table, before Ethan was around her. His arms grasped around her upper body, his face pushed into her mane and the side of her neck, and his hips were crammed right up against her rump. She positively melted as she felt the stiff length of his cock pressed to her stomach, just barely teasing her with contact against the aching, dribbling lips of her soft cunt.

“P-put it in…” Rarity whimpered urgently, shifting to grind herself against him earnestly.

“As you command,” Ethan growled, grasping her all the more tightly, his stiff cock sliding back to find the right angle before he shoved forwards with his hips.

Both pony and human cried out in delight as his hard cock spread her open, sinking to the very, very root in a single eager thrust. Inch after inch of granite-hard flesh spreading the soft depths so very, very far. Rarity quivered under him, a puddle of pony as her silken inner flesh clenched and squeezed at the intrusion in earnest, tugging at it in rhythmic, eager contractions.

Ethan groaned heavily, leaning over the mare further and biting lustfully at the tip of one of her ears, giving it a little tug.

Rarity gasped and stiffened under him, going rigid, her entire form quivering as a slick burst of her liquids spilled from her wildly spasming cunt, an impromptu orgasm overtaking her.

Grinning, Ethan relinquished her ear, a hand sliding down between her thighs to rub a fingertip slowly over the slickened clit, rubbing and pushing at it slowly. “Pent up, are we?”

“Y-you have no idea…” Rarity whimpered, pushing herself back against him weakly.

Ethan bit at the very tip of her ear possessively, tugging at it again, finding the motion odd with his short teeth and the anatomical arrangement of their bodies. But it was sending Rarity wild. Each firm tug caused her to quiver and rock back against him desperately, clenching and squeezing around him.

Who said porn books couldn’t teach you anything?

Smirking Ethan leaned over her, pressing his nose to the base of her ear and growling heatedly into it: “Je vais enterrer mon mât dans votre pot de miel.” As soon as he was done speaking, he started to hump into her, grasping her middle tightly and giving a rolling hump of his hips that sank him as deep inside as possible, only for him to draw back and then shove inside again.

Rarity melted under the powerful thrusts of the human, burying inside her heated form over and over again. The powerful muscles of her soft cunt clenched and squeezed around him intently, just increasing the friction between them and forcing their pleasures higher and higher, even as her slick liquids drooled from around their union, making a mess of her inner thighs.

“H-harder!” Rarity whimpered, trying her best to push back at him, hooves pushing at the table for purchase, causing the legs of it to lift and then slam back down to the ground with each firm thrust into her rocking form.

Rarity scrabbled for purchase after a particularly knee-weakening thrust, and she collapsed helplessly onto her chest.

Ethan went with her, face-first into the table with a dull ‘thud’, rocking backwards on his heels and reeling, seeing stars. A trickle of bright red blood started to drool from his nose.

“W-why did you stop?” Rarity whimpered, too busy burying her face between her forehooves to note the damage he had attained.

“No reason!” Ethan reassured, finding himself still just barely inside the perfect mare. Without missing a beat, he shoved the table out of the way, the soft-wood table clattering to the far wall of the kitchen with the motion, landing upright on its side, leaning against a bench. The wash cloth and bowl were thrown clear, the bowl shattering against the floor. Ethen didn’t even care, he just leant over the mare further, burying his nose against her neck, careful not to get any blood on her, and started to hump and rut into her urgently.

“Y-yes, yes!” Rarity whimpered, pushing her hips back against him fervently. “Harder! Harder!”

Ethan growled his approval, hips shoving into her own again and again, forcing her open around his throbbing cock over and over with the soft sound of her liquids spilling around his cock with each eager thrust.

Rarity quivered, covered her mouth with both hooves and then screaming into them, eyes rolling up into her head and mouth going slack as she clenched around him almost impossibly tight, spasming and milking around him intently.

“Yes!” Ethan growled, grasping her so tight his knuckles were going white, pounding towards his imminent finish, stiffened cock starting to throb in preparation of filling the perfect mare with his urgent spunk.

“N-no!” Rarity whimpered, trying to turn around and push at his chest with a hoof weakly, though she was shaking too hard to get a goodgrip. “N-not inside! E-Ethan! S-stop!”

Ethan growled, humping into her all the more intently, teeth baring, before he began to slow, squeezing her all the more intently with his hands, fingernails digging into her flesh. “What…?”

“You can’t finish inside!” Rarity whimpered, pushing at him impotently. “I-I can’t walk back home dripping your stuff!”

“Oh for fucks sake…” Ethan groaned, squeezing her rump all the more intently, before giving a frustrated groan and pulling out of her, pushing her away bodily and then sprawling on his back.

It was only at that moment that he noticed his lips and chin were coated in blood from his nose, and he tilted his head back with another sigh, pinching the bridge of it. “Well thanks for nothing,” he scowled, voice muffled.

Rarity tutted softly, reaching for the washcloth that had ended up on the floor. She flicked it, to make sure that none of the shattered bowl was on it, before advancing on Ethan. “Come here, you.”

Ethan scowled, but allowed her to tend to him, pushing the washcloth under his nose and scrubbing his chin vigorously to clean it.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were injured?!” Rarity scolded.

“I was fucking!” Ethan said with a huff. “Aint nothing interrupts a good fucking.”

“That is so uncouth!” Rarity protested, cleaning his nose delicately, before smiling at him warmly. “You are an animal.”

“And you’re a goddamn tease,” Ethan said sullenly. “If I knew you were gonna blueball me, I wouldn’t have bothered.”

“I’m not,” Rarity scolded, poking his nose rather sharply with her hoof, making him wince and recoil.

Rarity blinked, wincing herself. “Sorry, it’s probably tender,” she said, leaning forward and kissing the tip of his nose delicately, resting a hoof on his chest, rubbing slowly.

“Not what?” Ethan asked hopefully, eyebrows raising.

Rarity gave a soft little giggle at that, her hoof slowly sliding down his chest, onto his stomach. “I’m not going to blueball you, darling. A lady never lets her gentleman go untended,” she purred, slipping her hoof all the way down to grasp the base of his still-hard cock. “Just because you can’t finish inside me doesn’t mean I can’t finish you…”

Ethan stared at her, picking up the washcloth and holding it against his nose, eyes wide and staring at her. “Don’t let me stop you.”

“You couldn’t if you wanted to,” Rarity assured, leaning down and dragging her tongue slowly against his stomach, even as she started to stroke up and down his stiff length with her soft hoof.

Ethan could only stare as the perfect mare lapped at his stomach, tickling him enough to make the muscles convulse on reflex, making her giggle and nip at his stomach lightly.

“Hold on, darling… let me show you how a real lady can pleasure,” Rarity purred, pulling back further and sitting herself delicately on his legs, her warm weight resting on his thighs and knees, giving her full, easy access to the standing spire of eager human cock. She tilted her head to the side, leaning in and letting her lips brush against the side of the stiff cock, before parting her mouth and dragging the softest of licks against it.

Ethan groaned faintly, watching her with an intent stare, while Rarity smirked against him and held his gaze shamelessly, beginning to feather the sides of his aching cock with soft little licks and kisses.

“Here it comes, darling…” Rarity purred lustfully, eyes flashing with mischief as she leaned up to kiss at the underside of the very tip. “See if you can last more than a few seconds…”

Ethan straightened slightly at the challenge, eyes narrowing down at her. “I think I’ll—”

He was cut off as Rarity rose up and then consumed his cock in a single motion, sinking her soft mouth over him and shoving down until her entire muzzle was crammed with his stiffened flesh and it was poking at the back of her throat. Her eyes gazed up into his own with a twinkle of playful mischief, knowing she had him in the ball of her hoof.

Soft hooves rose to grasp around the base of his cock as she gently suckled at him, her velvety tongue slowly sliding around and around the tip of his aching length. Purring, she pulled back a little, and washed the tip of his cock with a flurry of eager licks, before sinking back down and suckling intently around him.

Ethan groaned faintly, quickly becoming incoherent and Rarity worked him with a intoxicating precision, each graze of her tongue and soft suckle pushing him amazingly quickly towards his peak. “F-fuck!” he whimpered, a hand finding her mane and grasping at it impotently. “H-holy f-fuck!”

Rarity smirked around her mouthful, soft lips and tongue working at him slowly, before she began to pump him powerfully with her hooves, tilting her head to the side and bobbing her head in time with the motions of her hooves. Her impossibly wonderful tongue ground against him as she bobbed and jerked him with her hooves, giving him a rapid hoof-and-blow job that was quickly breaching every line of defense he could erect.

“Oh jesus christ…” Ethan groaned, grasping her mane all the more intently. “Rarity, I-I’m gonna…”

Rarity nodded around him, humming eagerly and bobbing all the more eagerly. Her hooves pushed down over his hips, freeing her up to shove her muzzle right to the very base, lips curling against the very bottom of his throbbing cock, deepthroating him without complaint. She stared up at him with a wild grin, and then started to swallow.

An impossibly intoxicating sensation of gentle tugs and suckles started around the tip of his cock, and Ethan almost lost it right then and there, eyes widening and hips arching helplessly.

Rarity groaned around her mouthful, pulling back to gasp for air, before returning to her work with an eager purpose, hooves squeezing around the base of his cock again, jerking him into her bobbing muzzle with earnest, eager intent.

“R-Rarity… I… Jesus.. F-fuck…” Ethan groaned incoherently, one hand pushing at the floor impotently while the other tried to help her bob on him, his hips stirring weakly to try and grind towards her muzzle.

Rarity increased her pace even further, hot tongue grinding and flicking over the tip of his cock each time she drew back, only to shove him back inside her heavenly mouth and swallow intently around his tip every time she crammed him back home.

Ethan groaned wildly, his entire form stiffening, the throbbing cock jerking and flexing as he started to unload directly into the perfect unicorn’s suckling muzzle.

Rarity gave a warm smile of delight around her mouthful, before she fell to her work with a will, heated tongue flicking against his tip, coaxing out burst after burst of the gooey human spunk to spill directly into her suckling muzzle. It coated the inside of her mouth instantly, filling all the available space, and she was forced to swallow, pulling back to make enough room. The thick mouthful was tugged down her throat, only to be replaced by another, and another, as the human urgently pumped her mouth full of his sticky ejaculate.

Rarity shuddered in delight, bobbing on him all the more firmly as he filled her mouth, swallowing almost desperately, her eyes shut to focus entirely on her work as she coaxed out his gooey bursts to be taken down into her stomach.

After several long moments of nirvana, Ethan came back to Equestria, twitching and whimpered with each swipe of Rarity’s heavenly tongue over his hypersensitive cock.

Purring in the back of her throat, Rarity slowly pulled back, licking the very tip of his length to clean it, and then holding it upright, beginning to eagerly swirl her soft tongue from the base, to the top, cleaning him of anything she might have missed.

Even in the haze of his euphoria, Ethan was impressed. She hadn’t missed a single drop.

“Oh god… that was insane…” Ethan groaned, relinquishing her mane and splaying out flat on his back.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it, darling,” Rarity said with a soft giggle, licking her lips carefully in case she missed anything. “I take it you enjoyed your ‘perk’?”

“Best perk ever,” Ethan mumbled hazily, trying to roll onto his side to stare at her. “I still have to buy you dinner though.”

“I’ve already eaten,” Rarity said with a wicked smile.

“I mean… another day… when I can remember what my name and what year it is,” Ethan said with a slight shake of his head.

Rarity raised an eyebrow at that, shaking her head and then crawling forwards to kiss him gently.

Ethan allowed the kiss, not even caring where her mouth had been but moments previously.

“You don’t need to bribe me with dinner and fine things, darling,” Rarity chided, lightly stroking his chin with a hoof. “I did this because I like you, not because you’re talented with a paint brush.”

“And I wanna take you to dinner because I like you,” Ethan said, snorting once and nudging her with his nose.

Rarity blinked once at that, giving him a long, suspicious stare. “Not hoping to bribe me for sex?”

“Well that’s a given,” Ethan said with a faint smile. “But not the entire reason for the dinner.”

“Pick me up at seven tomorrow. Wear something nice,” Rarity said simply, kissing his chin and then rising, heading for the door. She paused with a hoof on the doorknob, peering back at him. “Actually, arrive an hour early. I’ll need to fix your clothes, obviously.”

Ethan smiled and nodded, resting his head on his hand and peering up at her lazily. “It’s a date.”