Comfort Stuffing

by Twifan

Rating: mature
Tags: Human, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Rarity, Sex
Length: 5075

'You' attempt to 'fill the void' of a depressed Rarity. With ice cream and sex.

Being the only human in Equestria, it's nice to have a friend like Rarity to help you out. She always seems so cheerful and generous when you've seen her.

Except today. Today, something was wrong with Rarity. She's crying and stuffing herself full of ice cream. And after all she's done for you, you'd do anything you could to cheer her up. They say the best thing to cheer a mare up is ice cream. They also say the best thing to cheer a mare up is sex.

Surely, both could do the trick?

Warning: Human X Pony ahead. Also contains:
Rarity stuffing herself with ice cream.
A bit of Femdom at the end.
Inflation/fating.

Published 2014-08-08 20:30:04 UTC
Last updated 2014-08-08 20:30:04 UTC

Stuffing both ends.

Celestia sun lit up the beautiful fields of Equestria on this fine spring day. The flowers were blooming, the birds were singing, and the gentle winds kept things from getting too hot. Back on Earth, such a day could be described as ‘perfect’.

But here in Equestria it was not, for there was another sound that filled the air. One that seemed to vacate the joyful feeling you had in your heart on this fine afternoon.

Rarity was crying.

You stood outside the Carousel Boutique listening to the wailing cries of the distressed mare inside. You had planned to stop by just to check up on how the clothing Rarity was making for you were coming along. Now, they were the furthest thing in your mind. You placed your hand to the door and pushed it open.

Rarity wasn’t too far from the entrance. She had moved her ‘fainting couch’ to the middle of the room, and Rarity herself was lying on her back on it. Rarity’s eyes were closed shut as she continued to cry, only stopping when her magic lifted a spoon full of ice cream near her mouth. She made an adorable “om nom nom” noise as she chewed on the ice cream. Once she had swallowed, the crying could begin again, and the spoon would travel to the opened carton of ice cream.

As you took your first step into the room, you then noticed just how many empty cartons of ice cream were lying on the floor. Rarity appeared to be on her 11th carton right now, and showed no signs of slowing down. You slowly approached the crying mare. “Rarity?”

“Leave me be!” Rarity called out as she turned her head and opened one eye to see who it was. It was then you noticed her face was stained by the running mascara from her tears, as well as the stains on her coat from the multiple melted ice cream flavors. “Can’t you see how distraught, disappointed, and downtrodden I am?”

You took a few steps closer. “What happened?”

Rarity sat up a look at you straight in the eye. “What happened? I took the day off to meet up with a suitor, who had been asking me out for quite some time, for our lunch date… and then he… and I thought… but he was with her… and I… I….” And with that Rarity sunk back into the couch and began to cry again.

You tried to piece together Rarity’s story as best you could. “I’m very sorry Rarity. Is there anything I could do to help cheer you up?”

The spoon traveled out of the carton of ice cream empty, and Rarity found herself without the sweet treat she was expecting. Using her magic, she lifted up the carton to check its contents. “I could go for a new carton of vanilla oat swirl. There should be one in the freezer in the kitchen.”

You make your way over to the kitchen to locate the freezer. Opening it up, you spy a dozen more cartons of different flavor ice cream. Either Rarity has been preparing for this moment for a while, or Pinkie Pie has been using Rarity’s fridge to store emergency ice cream. You search through the cartons until you come across vanilla oat swirl.

Rarity sat straight up when she sees you return with the carton. Opening it up with her magic, she levitates the spoon and scoops another portion of ice cream into her mouth, once again chewing it while making those adorable noises. As sad as you were feeling, the sounds Rarity was making put a brief smile on your face. Once Rarity was satisfied, she starts talking again.

“I just thought he was going to be different, you know? Well, maybe not ‘the one’, but he could have at least waited until the end of our lunch date to start hitting on another mare! Oh, why do I always seem to have the worst luck with stallions? It seems like each date I go on ends up being worst and worst.” Rarity paused to take another scoop of ice cream into her mouth. “Is there something wrong with me?”

You open your mouth to give your reply, but Rarity continues her talk without you.

“I mean, I know I’m no model like Fluer, but I always thought of myself as beautiful! What stallion wouldn’t want to be with a ravishing mare like me? Turns out, quite a lot of them don’t. Oh, it’s like the Tenderhoof incident all over again!” Rarity once again pauses for another scoop of ice cream. “My love life has been nothing but heartbreaks.”

“Come on Rarity, you can’t let a rotten stallion like that get you down. I know for a fact there are people who find you beautiful.”

Rarity levitated the carton of ice cream towards her and looked how much was left. “You mean Spikey-wikey, right?” You had actual meant yourself, but choose to nod your head in agreement instead. “Spike is a darling, but he’s also just a child. By the time he grows up, he may change his sights for somepony else. I can’t simply wait around on the chance he might still feel the same way towards me, nor should I force him to.” Rarity took another scope of ice cream into her mouth to chew. “He desires somepony his own age. Somepony whose… whose…. Not a complete flop!” The crying began again and Rarity once again, levitated the spoon filled with ice cream to her mouth.

‘You’re not a… whatever you just called yourself.”

“Yes I am! I’m a flop! A washout! I’m appalling! I’m horrendous! I am an unappealing, unbeloved, and unpleasant unicorn!”

You attempt to say words of comfort to her, but get interrupted with a floating empty carton of ice cream brought up to your face and then shaken. “More please,” Rarity manages to say between sniffles, gazing down at the floor.

You head over to the fridge and peek inside. You didn’t see any more vanilla oat swirl, so you grab a random flavor and brought it back to Rarity. She took the bucket from your hands with her magic without even looking, opened it up, took a spoon full out, and began munching it. She didn’t seem to mind that it wasn’t the same flavor as she took another spoonful into her mouth, and then another.

With this opening, you attempted to speak to her. “Rarity you have to stop-“

“Stop? Why?” Rarity sudden snap at you followed by her glare causes you jump back a bit. “Because I’ll get fat if I keep eating? Is that what you’re trying to say? ‘If Rarity keeps eating all this ice cream she’ll become fat and unattractive’, is that what you are trying to tell me? Well guess what, no stallion wants me so that already makes me unattractive! And I already have this,” Rarity places her hooves around her belly to show the small bulge of fat she has gotten, “much fat clinging to me that it’s already too late! So I might as well enjoy my wallowing in misery!” With that Rarity plunged her entire face into the carton of ice cream, munching and slurping down as much of the stuff as she could fit in her mouth.

“Rarity, please,” you begged. “Whoever they were, I can guarantee they were not worth this much misery! You need to-“

“More please.” Your words were interrupted as Rarity levitated the dripping carton towards you, causing more of the stuff to drip on her coat and on the couch. Annoyed, you walk back to the fridge and grab another carton of ice cream. Like clockwork, Rarity levitates it out of your hands as you take it back to her. She then opens up the carton and takes a scoop of it with her spoon before looking at you with teary eyes.

“You don’t know what it feels like!” Rarity looked down at the carton of ice cream and began to lie across the couch once more. “I’ve got this hole in myself. This… this… bottomless hunger, deep inside me! A void of pure sadness deep in my heart! I feel so empty inside! I need to fill myself with sweet things and make it go away!” Rarity began filling her mouth up with ice cream in-between her talks. “Sweet things-om nom nom- like ice cream-om nom nom-, and chocolates-om nom nom-, and those little-om nom nom- candies-om nom nom- Pinkie Pie-om nom nom- brings around-om nom nom-, and Applejacks-om nom nom- pies, and-om nom nom-… And…-“

There was a pause, and you were pretty sure Rarity was going to ask you to get another carton of ice cream for her. With a sigh, you waited for her to ask.

“I need some tummy rubs…”

You had turned yourself around before realizing what Rarity had just asked you. Belly rubs! You turn your gaze towards the small hill that was Rarity’s stomach. It wasn’t anything you would call fat (yet), but it sure had grown with all the eating Rarity has done.

Rarity herself was no longer paying attention to you. She simply lay sprawled out on the couch with her eyes closed and sucking on the spoon she used to scoop ice cream. You pondered whether or not to accept her questionable invitation. Finally, you work up the courage to reach your hand out and place it on her belly. You can feel Rarity’s soft warm coat mixed with the sticky feeling of melted ice cream. You slowly drag your hand across her quivering stomach, feeling it rise and fall with each breath she took. Rarity herself made muffled noises as she held on to the spoon tightly with her lips.

Having a bit more courage, you put some pressure into your rubbing. Rarity made slightly louder muffled moans and began to mutter to herself. As far as you could tell, she was still calling herself ugly and unwanted. As much as you wanted to tell her that she was wrong, you decided to focus on your rubbing instead. Rarity’s back right leg began to react to your attentive actions, kicking out in random directions.

After about five minutes of rubbing her stomach, Rarity removed the spoon from her mouth and gazed up to you with tear stained eyes. “It’s pretty pathetic, isn’t it?”

“What is?” You ask as you continue your rubbing.

“This.” Rarity gestures towards her body. “I spent hours each day trying to make it look beautiful, and I only time I get to feel a warm touch across it, is when it is in a complete mess. The big joke of life played on me.” Rarity turns her head away from you. “I feel so miserable. I don’t think I could ever be happy again.”

You continued to rub Rarity’s slightly swollen tummy as you try to think of something to say to change things around. “I don’t know what those stallions have filled your head with, but you are a beautiful, wonderful mare.”

“No I am not! That’s the lie I’ve been telling myself all this time.”

“It is not a lie!”

“Then why do these things keep happening to me? Why is it when I meet a stallion who seems decent that I’m dumped for another mare? Why do I feel… so cold and alone?”

‘That’s because you’re covered in ice cream,’ you think to yourself. You stopped rubbing Rarity’s stomach for a moment in order to kneel down beside her. “Rarity, how can I convince you that-“

Before you can even finish the sentence, Rarity had already rolled over and leaped into your arms. You caught the crying mare in a surprised reaction and pulled her in for a hug. You could feel the sticky melted ice cream that was covering her body getting all over your clothing, but you choose to ignore it and focused on the depressed mare in your arms.

“D-d-d-do you really think I’m beautiful?”

“Yes.”

“Even after the complete mess I’ve made? With my mane in disorder, my makeup running, my coat covered in-om nom nom- delicious ice cream, and all around me being a complete mess?”

You sighed internally when you heard Rarity take another spoon full of ice cream into her mouth, but continued to comfort the mare. “Yes.”

There was a long pause before Rarity spoke. She had turned her head and you could now feel her warm breath brush pass your ear as she spoke. “I don’t know if what you’re saying is the truth, or if you are only saying that just to make me feel better, but… thank you.”

You slowly began to realise that the mixture of Rarity’s warm breathe against your ear and neck, added with the feeling of her warm yet slightly slimy coat against your body, has begun to stir a sensation below the belt. You held on to Rarity as she wept a bit into your shoulder and started to pray she wouldn’t notice it. If she did, it would turn things awkward and you don’t think-

“…Darling?”

Crap.

“Is that… ‘Tent’ your pitching below… for me?”

Double crap.

Rarity’s voice had become deep and alluring with those last two words. You could feel your face becoming red and the cold sweat dripping down your forehead. You struggle with your words as Rarity pulls her head away from your shoulder to look you in the eyes. You stare back into her tear stained questioning eyes and found yourself struggling even more to find something to say. You continued to open your mouth, but each time nothing would come out. Rarity seemed to have found her answer in the midst of your wordless conversation, or perhaps she simply got bored watching struggle to say something. Whichever was the cause, when you opened your mouth to say something for the 15th-ish time; Rarity leaned forward and placed her lips against yours.

The first thing you noticed was the tingling sensation of having Rarity’s lips touch against yours. The second sensation was the cold chill of her tongue, which caused you to shiver. The third sensation was now having a strange flavor in your mouth that you barely recognized. Was that oatmeal that you could taste? And finally the sensation of Rarity’s lips adding more force as they push against yours.

While your mind was trying to process what was happening, the rest of yourself was living in the moment. Your thought process was interrupted when you heard Rarity begin to hum in delight. You then noticed your hands had moved to a new location and were gripping on something soft and warm. It took you a moment to realise that soft thing you were groping was both of Rarity’s flanks. It also took you another moment to realise that Rarity’s tongue was no longer in your mouth, but rather your tongue was exploring hers. And you thought you tasted mint now.

You simply gave up on comprehending the situation and chose to go by feel, rather than by thought. You parted lips with Rarity and felt the need to travel down her pony body with smooches. Rarity continued to hum in satisfaction as you traveled down her neck, tasting different flavors of ice cream that had stained her coat. Once you were passed her neck, you begin to lay Rarity back on her couch.

“Yes!” Rarity calls out. “Kiss me there… Lick every inch of me!” You do as she asks, switching from simply kisses to entire licks as you travel lower, stopping when you reach her teats. You begin to tease the teat to your right with your tongue while circling and pinching the other with your now freed hand. Rarity quiver and moans from your touch as she calls out for you to go just a bit lower.

Finally, you had made it to Rarity’s nether lips. Her marehood had already been soaked in its own juices, most likely due to the anticipation of your arrival. It was the first time you’ve ever seen it, or any Equestrian marehood. If your brain was still leading, you may have given pause at the strange shape as well as the ‘winking’ of the clit. Heck, it most likely would have killed the mood for you altogether, leaving Rarity wanting and you in a bad spot. However, you were leading by ‘feel’ and ‘the moment’, so you had already slipped your tongue between the two folds before you had the chance to fully think about it.

You force your tongue to go as deep as you could, then begin to message the side of the love tunnel. You could hear Rarity begin to groan and felt her back legs attempt to tighten around your head as best as they could. You could feel Rarity’s juices begin to cover your chin as you continued to lick as deep as you could. The tangy taste of Rarity’s juices mixed with the flavors of ice cream still lingering on your tongue.

Then the sounds of Rarity’s groans were muffled. It was a familiar muffle sound to you, a sound of Rarity keeping her lips closed and placing something in her mouth. You were sure that Rarity took another scoop of ice cream while you were licking her marehood. Your thoughts on that were interrupted as the love tunnel began tightened around your tongue. She must be nearing her orgasm, you thought. You picked up the pace of your licks in an attempt to push her over the edge.

Sadly, you are interrupted when something cold strikes you in the back of your head.

As a reaction, you withdraw your tongue back into your mouth and look around for the object that struck you. You spotted a floating new carton of ice cream being placed on the floor beside Rarity. Rarity looks up at you with a frazzled appearance on her face. “Oh. Sorry about that darling. It’s hard to keep control with the wonderful job you were doing.” She opened up the new carton with her magic and took a scoop of ice cream into her mouth. “Sadly, while you have done a wonderful job in cheering up my spirits, I still feel so empty inside.” Rarity paused for another scoop of ice cream to travel to her mouth to be chewed. “I don’t suppose you would be willing to help me overcome this problem?” She asked with a smile.

You scratch your head. “Rarity, I’m not sure what you are asking. Could you be a bit clearer?”

Rarity took another scoop of ice cream into her mouth before rolling to sit on her side and give you a seductive look. “I’m asking you if you would be willing to stuff me till I feel whole.”

You gave a sigh, thinking you knew what she meant. “More ice cream?”

“Darling, I have the ice cream right here.” She floated up the carton of ice cream and dangled it back and forth. “What I’m asking is if you,” Rarity pointed towards you with her hoof and you felt some invisible hand brush against your firm cock, “would be willing to stuff me,” Rarity swayed her behind invitingly at you, “till I feel whole again.”

You gave Rarity your answer by trying to throw off your pants as fast as you could. However, your anticipation with what was to come had made your hands sweaty, which made things difficult for you. It took you much longer to get your ice cream stained pants off than you would have liked, but it was finally done. With your firm cock in your hand, you help guide it to the moist prize. Rarity had been watching you with excitement in her eyes, while still scooping out ice cream and feeding it to herself. You place your cock at her entrance and force it in to her inviting folds.

“Yeeesssssss” Rarity moaned out as you enter her, a scoop of ice cream still remaining on her tongue. You could feel the muscles inside tighten around you, pulling you to go deeper in. You were afraid for a moment that you wouldn’t be able to pull out ever again. You grabbed Rarity’s back right leg, which was facing in front of you, and lifted it up, towards your body. After you pulled your cock back a bit, you held on tight to Rarity’s back right leg with both your hands, one hand near her hoof now laying against your stained shirt, the other hand held against her inner thigh. With the aid of your two arms on Rarity’s back leg, you thrust your hips into Rarity.

“Yes,” Rarity calls out as you repeat the motion of thrusting and pulling back. The entire fainting couch sways back and forth from the force of your thrusts. “That’s it! Buck me! Fill me! Stuff my cunt with your hot slab of meat! Use me like your personal cum dump tonight! Bucking Celestia, I want to feel whole! I want to feel full! Fill every inch of my insides!”

Before this moment, you only thought you’d hear Rarity telling you to fuck her in your dreams. And even there you were never excepting her to call herself a ‘personal cum dump.’

You pick up your pace of your thrust and spy another floating carton of ice cream traveling to Rarity. Rarity opens that carton up and scoops some more into her mouth. “Mmmmmmmm, buck. I’m going to come! Oh sweat Celestia; I’m going to bucking come!”

And just as Rarity warned, you felt her entire marehood tighten around your cock, and something warm and wet splash against you. You give Rarity a moment to catch her breath from her orgasm before continuing with your plowing. Rarity’s simply lain sprawled out on the fainting couch, her tongue left hanging out. The only movement she seemed to be doing herself was the grip her marehood had on your dick begging for it to unload into her, her breathing in tune with your thrusts, and her horns magic which continued to attempt to feed her ice cream. The spoon traveled to the carton and scooped up another helping and made its way back. But the spoon would miss Rarity’s mouth, covering either Rarity or the couch with ice cream. Sometimes it would travel inside Rarity’s mouth, but the ice cream would slide out as Rarity simply mumbled words like “buck me harder” or “fill me” over and over.

You spotted another carton of ice cream floating pass you toward Rarity and opening itself up. This time, instead of the spoon trying to scoop up what it could and feed it to Rarity, the carton tilted its top to face Rarity and slammed itself into Rarity’s face. You could hear the sound of Rarity trying to chew the ice cream that was filling her mouth, and saw more of it pouring across her face. You saw the gulping motions in her neck which filled you mind of the perverted thoughts of something other than ice cream traveling down her throat. The thought of Rarity getting something stuffed down her throat while you stuffed her from behind was enough to throw you over the edge.

You weren’t able to call out a proper warning when your member began to shoot its load into Rarity, merely a grunt. You could hear Rarity’s muffled moan come from within the ice cream carton, and feel her marehood begin to squeeze and milk your cock for all you were worth. Your hips continued to thrust until the last of your cum was push into Rarity. You felt something warm and wet collide with you, and were pretty sure that Rarity had another orgasm. With that, you pulled out and fell on your knees.

You sat there catching your breath for about 10 seconds before Rarity spoke up:

“What? Was that it? You’re not really done are you?”

The question really bothered you. “What do you mean? I’m fairly sure you came twice!”

Rarity lifted herself up as best she could to look you in the eye. “So? Did I ask you to make me come?”

“Errr…” You try your best to think back to what she had told you. To you, you thought getting her to come twice would have been a good thing.

“I told you to stuff me till I felt whole!” Rarity answered not giving you a chance to fully think back. “And I do not feel the slightest bit full yet!”

Your mouth simply hung out when you heard that answer. You gazed towards Rarity now rather large belly, which you were sure is now filled with a mixture of your cum and ice cream. “Come on Rarity, look at how much I’ve already given-“

“Oh no, no, no, no, no, no, no!” There was a look in her eyes that sent a shiver down your spine. “A gentlecolt never backs down an offer he me made to a lady! You are going to get back up and stuff me till the emptiness in me is gone!”

You motion to your acing lower half. “Rarity, I can’t-“

Rarity pulls herself off the fainting couch with some renewed strength. “Oh yes. You. Can.” Her horn began to light up with magic, and you felt some strange force serge through your body. You fell on your back as you felt something begin to pull your legs out from under you. You watched to your horror as your legs are forcefully spread by Rarity’s magic. Then you felt a tingling sensation in your crotch and you look to discover your shaft engulfed by Rarity’s magical aura, forcing it to become hard again. It felt a bit ‘unnaturally wrong’ to you.

Rarity moved to position herself above you, which caused you to look back up at her. There was a crazed look of hunger in her eyes, and a devilish grin on her face to match it. Her face and mane were still covered by melting ice cream, some of which was dripping on your shirt. Then you saw Rarity magical aura spread across your shirt, and you watched as it was ripped open. Rarity made an excited gasp and widened her eyes as she stared at your bare chest. You shivered a bit as each cold drop of ice cream hit your now bare chest.

You wanted to shout something, but found yourself just lying there with your mouth hung open. You couldn’t tell if it was fear that kept you from speaking, Rarity’s magic, or arousal. Perhaps it was a mixture of all three. Whichever it was, you watched in gaping silence as Rarity placed her front hooves on your chest and positioned her still dripping sex above your magically held shaft. “Now then,” she began. “I expect a more fulfilling performance from you this time. Don’t let me down, darling.”

And with that, Rarity slams her hips down on your cock.

Your fingers drag across the floor as a reaction, finding nothing for them to hold on. You could feel the familiar tightness of Rarity’s marehood trying to squeeze and suck your pulsing cock dry. Rarity started off grinding down fast and hard, and showed no signs of slowing down. The sensation caused you to call out random gibberish that even you weren’t sure what you were trying to say. While your upper half of the body was sort-of in your control, everything ‘below the belt’ was not. Your hips thrust back at Rarity command. Your legs felt paralysed, unable to even twitch to the sensations you were feeling.

“That’s it sweetie!” Rarity called out, her sweat causing more ice cream to drip down. “Give mommy what she needs! Give me your hot seed! Fill me like an overstuffed jelly pastry!”

On command, you felt yourself forced over the edge and began to unleash your semen into Rarity. Her nethers began to tighten even more, also like it was slurping your cock like a straw. This seemed like the most you’ve ever came in your life. You gritted your teeth and let sensation drag out its course.

Except you weren’t stopping.

You looked down at yourself in horror as your shaft continued to shoot more globs of your load than it should be possible. Somehow, Rarity’s magic kept your cock working overtime. You were beginning to worry if you were about to die off this, perhaps by dehydration.

Rarity continued to focus on filling herself on your semen. Her magic seems to prevent the flow from traveling back out of her tunnel. You watched as her belly began to stretch even more as you filled her up. It swelled to the size of a pregnant mare, if not larger. After a while of silence, the room filled with nothing but the sounds of you groaning, Rarity finally spoke up with a glassy look as if she was somewhere else.

“I…. I think I’m full now.”

And with that, Rarity fell off to your left side. You started have feeling come back to your legs as her magic was beginning to release its grip on you. Your hips still continued to thrust for a bit, causing more rope of your semen to be flung in the air. But soon, even that stopped.

You now found yourself completely exhausted on the floor. Your attempts to move were answered with aching muscles, informing you that you were not leaving this spot for a while. You couldn’t even bring yourself to sit up. You turned your head to the side to look at Rarity, who had passed out on the floor with a smile. From her mane to her tail, she was covered in either ice cream or your cum. In some places, you were unable to tell the two apart.

With what strength you had, you reached your arm out and placed it on the side of Rarity’s large stomach. Rarity hummed in satisfaction to the touch, kicking a bit and twitching her ear. You heard her mumbled in her sleep asking “Who’s your pretty pony?” You smiled in satisfaction and closed your eyes to drift off to sleep.

You’d hope that Rarity would remain cheerful for a while. Or at least, long enough for you to recover.