Rarity's Lozione D'amore

by Dash The Stampede

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Random, Main 6, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Comedy, Other
Length: 4840

Rarity's first sale has been an (a)rousing success. She intends to sweep the town off its hooves—and into the bedroom—bottle by bottle.

Rarity's latest venture has proven to be a success with Fluttershy's more-than-pleased reaction, and she begins to cater to the minute kinks of the town she never knew was so raunchy. She will sell her Lozione D'amore to friends and associates alike, and discover things about them she never wanted to know.

This is a collection of ficlets detailing the "experiences" that Rarity's clients have. Each chapter will cover a separate character, with a different kink/fetish in each one. Most, if not all, of these will be transformation-themed, so keep that in mind.

Published 2014-10-06 14:40:03 UTC
Last updated 2015-09-24 04:47:15 UTC

Creamy, Creamy Frosting!

"It's called 'Lozione D'amore'. I got it from Rarity, and I can tell you, it's incredible. I've tried it already with Dash, for her date with Applejack, and I've never experienced such a rush!" Twilight rambled, looking at Pinkie with delight.

"T-then would you mind helping me too?" Pinkie asked, rubbing a hoof against her leg.

"Of course not! I don't mind, Pinkie." Twilight put her hoof on Pinkie's shoulder.

Pinkie looked over to Twilight, uncertainty in her features. "Are you sure, Twi'? I wouldn't wanna impose on you, because imposing on you is like demanding you do things like a guard, but I'm not a guard, but I could be if I tried really really hard, but that's not the poi—" A hoof found its way into Pinkie's mouth, cutting off her nervous rambling.

"It's fine." Twilight smiled. "Besides, it's my duty to help a friend in need, and when you came to me yesterday, I couldn't turn you away." With a flash of magic, Twilight pulled a small bottle of lotion from her saddlebags and held it before Pinkie.

Snatching it out of her magic, Pinkie looked it over, before grinning. She flipped the top off the bottle, and laid back on the floor, holding the bottle between her legs. Using both hooves, she carefully stroked the bottle, easing some of the lotion out of it. She looked up at Twilight with a sultry gaze. "Like what you see, Princess?"

Twilight blushed, shrinking back and turning around, and slowly trying to force her wings down. "I-I d-don't—"

"Psst, Twilight!" Pinkie readied her hooves at the bottle's sides.

Twilight slowly turned about, her expression one of embarrassment and intrigue. She failed to notice, however, the glob of lotion soaring directly toward her face. As lotion met fur, Twilight stumbled back, rubbing her face with her hooves, trying to get the lotion off. As she rubbed, her limbs grew tingly, and she began to feel pinpricks that caused her to giggle. Her voice grew higher and higher, with an edge of squeak to it, as the changes began in earnest. Her limbs retracted into her body, shrinking away into the latex that her body was becoming. As her wings remained outstretched, they began to shrink down, losing definition and flattening into a thin pleather strap on each side. As her straps fell to her sides, Twilight felt her insides getting lighter, her organs shifting around as they converted to latex, her heartbeat disappearing as she began to shrink. Her tail fanned out like a peacock's, the strands merging and forming into a latex base, which shifted so that Twilight's phallic body was near the middle of it. As her head elongated into the tip, her vision stretched out, the room expanding and thinning out at the same time, as though she were traveling toward a black hole. Her mane merged with her latex body as the changes slowed to a crawl, her muzzle finally disappearing behind the tip of a very well-endowed strap-on.

The lavender strap-on sat on the floor where Twilight was but a moment ago. Pinkie looked at her, then picked her up with glee. Oh Twilight! You came out perfectly! I just know I'm going to have the best night ever! I promise I'll repay you!" Pinkie put the strap-on into her saddlebags—all twenty inches of it—and trotted back to Sugarcube Corner.

Atop the stairs, a curious drake stood, plotting in his mind the scheme of all schemes.

Pinkie sat down on her bed and gazed across the room. 'He's perfect. Everything I want, and so much more!' She licked her lips in anticipation. He stared back, unmoving in his excitement. Pinkie edged herself off the bed, swaying her hips back and forth, the thin pleather straps around her waist indicative of her intent. He sat back and awaited his lover's touch, her caress as she held him within her grip. She moved closer, approaching her lover with a glimmer of fire in her eyes, a burning desire erupting within her. She reared back, presenting her massive strap-on to him, her mouth dripping as much as her cunt beneath the phallus. She looked at him with a pleading look, and he sat, unwavering in the face of true desire. She acknowledged her lover's cue with a grin. "Creamy, creamy frosting!"

Pinkie pie launched herself through the air, landing atop her lover's back, the frosting smearing all over her body, his succulent yellow flesh making the pillow upon which his goddess lay. Her length penetrated him fiercely, sliding to the hilt immediately. He remained silent, dedication absolute. Pinkie moaned, her juices seeping around the base of her toy, and soaking into her lover's delicious body. She rammed in and out, forcing him open in ways unheard of to ponykind. In and out, she forced her phallus, stretching out her lover and covering her thighs in vanilla cream. As she forced herself in harder, she felt tension build up inside him, pressing back on her. She pressed and pressed, her hips slamming into his sides, coating her fur in a menagerie of vanilla and sprinkles. With a grunt, she pressed through the boundary, and was rewarded with a rich, warm filling gushing out over her dick and dripping down her legs. The dark red liquid smelled of strawberries and chocolate, and the scent threw Pinkie over the edge.

Her body locked up, falling face first into her lover, crushing his lovely form over the floorboards, the yellowish-white and red mixture staining the wood and her fur. Her sight disappeared, the stars in her vision appearing as swiftly as she had begun, and taking her mind out of her body. She rode on a cloud of absolute bliss, becoming one with her partner. He had achieved enlightenment, becoming one with the creator, his creator, coating her all over, inside and out. As she roiled about in ecstasy, she failed to notice the door to her room open, and an irate Mr. Cake staring down at her, his wife behind him, mouth agape.

"So that's where our anniversary cake went."

Author's Note

:D I did it, Garbo.

In my own special way.

She Likes It Rough

"Lozione D'amore? So this is what Twilight was raving about the other day." Spike held the small bottle before him, looking at the plain container for any clues to its many secrets. He popped the top, sniffing the concoction and leaning back as a putrid odor hit his nostrils. "Eugh! This junk smells awful!" Spike capped the bottle, placing it into a small knapsack that Rarity fashioned for him. He turned about, and made for the front door. "If even half of what I heard Twi' and Dash bragging about is true, then this could be my key to winning Rarity's heart!" Spike vacated the library, making direction for the Carousel Boutique.

As he scurried out, he nearly ran into Twilight, skidding to a stop before her, his knapsack swaying from the force of running. Spike looked up at Twilight, her face showing intrigue. "Well, where are you going, oh Faithful Assistant?" Twilight leaned down and smirked. "Off to a certain designer's aid?" Spike nodded hastily, his eyes showing a tinge of fear. "Well, have fun. Here," she levitated a few bits his way, "take these just in case. I expect you home for dinner, mister!" Spike nodded, snatching up the bits and turning tail, rushing off to his fateful destination. "And have fun!" Twilight yelled after him, shaking her head. She turned about, making for the front door of the Library.

As Twilight entered her room, she flopped down on her bed, rewarding her with the squeaks of the mattress and the crumpling of cardboard. "Wait, the only cardboard under there is—" Twilight shot upright, her head poking under her bed, and horn illuminating the area. A worn cardboard box came into view, its top flaps left half-closed, the caps of several lotion bottles shining in her magic. She eased the box out, little by little, until the whole stock emerged from under the bed. She opened the flaps, noting the careless arrangement of the flaps, and the lack, thereof, of proactive thought. Her conscious poked her in the side, her brain struggling to keep up with the questions soaring into it. She glanced down, seeing a bottle missing, and looked out the window toward the Carousel Boutique. Twilight hung her head. Rarity had brought about this mess, and she was about to experience its first backfire. She snickered. It was all she could do to not set up her telescope and put some popcorn on the stove.

Spike approached the Boutique, eyes gleaming in anticipation. He toyed idly with the bottle, moving it between his hands as he stared at the building, flashes of white and purple floating by the windows every so often. He set his gaze in determination and opened the bottle. He looked at the material inside and promptly smeared half the bottle on his hands. Spike began to rub the lotion in, squeezing out the rest of the bottle as he began to grow tingly. His whole body prickled as though on ice, his limbs locking up as he sprouted a look of confusion. "What's going o—" Spike's voice cut out as he found it harder to take a breath. His insides churned, the changes beginning in earnest. He doubled over in pain, clenching his chest, as he crawled slowly toward the Boutique with what strength he had. 'Must...reach...Rarity...'

Reaching out with a claw, he watched, frozen from the change as his arm began to shrink back into his torso. It retracted completely, leaving a shiny surface behind, which began to spread across his body. He began to shrink, growing rounder and rounder, as though shaping into an egg. His features echoed pure bliss and hints of confusion as his mind eased into the transformation, his legs retracting and leaving him helpless, laying atop Rarity's doormat. As he shrank, he felt his head begin to lean away from his body, falling away with a small pop, his eyes shooting wide open, before growing dull and changing to rubber, becoming a pair of buttons, as though on a simplified remote. His neck elongated, becoming wiry and connecting his remote-head with his rounded body. His scales shrank and shifted about his rounding body, creating four even rows of ridges all across the egg-shape he was becoming. As his features disappeared, becoming hard plastic and latex, he drifted off into a dreamless sleep of ecstasy.

A deep purple vibrator sat atop Rarity's doormat, the remote sitting a few inches away, trailing a line to the vibrator. Its greenish ridges lined the outside, promising a world of pleasure for the user, and its speed settings could more than satisfy a mare. The vibrator sat there, unnoticed, until Rarity opened her door, letting Opal outside. As the cat meandered out, she batted at the vibrator, bringing Rarity's attention front and center. Her eyes locked onto the vibrator, and her mouth shot open as she realized the consequences she'd endure if Sweetie Belle had found it instead of Opal. Quickly snatching it up, she brought the toy inside, setting it atop her kitchen table. She turned about and flipped the 'Open" sign to 'Closed', then locked the door, before grabbing the toy and running up to her room. She'd heard of ribbed vibrators before, but had never come across one. Now was her chance, and she was not about to pass it up.

She sat back on her bed, raising the vibrator up above her and focusing on the controls. As she found the correct button, she moved it downward, sliding one side of the egg along her slit, the ridges poking through and teasing her with ecstatic wisps. She writhed in pleasure, her cunt already dripping, as she pressed on the vibrator, easing it inside her, the ridges making her shiver in delight. As the egg made its way into Rarity's lips, she bit her lip, a throaty moan escaping her as she gasped for breath. "I-If this...is how it's making me now..." Rarity pushed down on the egg, forcing it inside her with a blissful sigh. As the vibrator sat within her walls, the juices soaking into it and lubing it up, Rarity reached out to the remote, pressing the button to turn it on.

Rarity was immediately thrown into orgasm, her aching thighs dripping with marecum, her body shivering as the ridged vibrator hummed and moved about inside her. She rode the wave of ecstasy, rising and falling as the egg moved about, its movement erratic and steadily becoming dull. Rarity clicked it up a notch, causing the vibrator to shake her hips as it lodged itself deeper and deeper into her, the pleasure overriding her thought train and blinding her with stars when it sank to the deepest reaches of her pussy. She used her hooves to massage her swollen lips, her clit winking out at her, teasing her with the contact to open air. She eased back, allowing the vibrator to move to the front, its ridges poking out through her lips, the juices leaking down her legs and soaking her sheets. As she reached a plateau of pleasure, she steadied her mind enough to grab hold of the vibrator with her magic, her aura tingling her insides as it worked the vibrator up and out of her.

Panting, Rarity forced the vibrator back in, cranking it to full power and mashing it against her clit. Her vision blanked out to black with prickles of white, her mind overloading from the arousal being elicited from her seeping thighs. The vibrator's ridges slid along her clit, each ridge throwing Rarity into a blinding orgasm, her body writhing in pleasure. As she upped the remote to full, she began to lose track of time as her body vibrated with waves of pleasure, each orgasm taking her higher and higher. She became so lost in the act that she failed to notice the vibrator had shut off. Or that it was floating in a pool of her marecum, the shiny surface reflecting hundreds of tiny Rarity's back at her. Or that it was currently growing a tail and legs and—

"AAH! SPIIIIKE! What have I—oh dear Celestia, we—I can't believe—" Rarity fainted, falling into the puddle of her juices as Spike's head reformed, his eyes still wide as saucers, bugging out at the scene before him. He slowly pushed himself upright, checking his limbs and body to make sure it was all real. He stood, and jumped from her bed, looking back with mouth agape. Rarity lay before him, her body splayed unceremoniously on the sheets, tongue lolling out of her mouth. To the side of the bed, he spied a large box with the same ornate 'R' that adorned the bottles. Smiling to himself, Spike grabbed a few bottles, shoving them into his knapsack.

"Geez. If Rarity wanted it that bad, she could have just asked!" Spike chuckled to himself, before making to leave the Boutique, and head home.

Meanwhile, atop a balcony across town, Twilight Sparkle fought the stains on the wooden floor with naught but a towel and soap. She peeked back into the telescope, seeing Spike leave the Boutique. She smirked, returning to the task of cleaning up her leftovers. She teleported back inside, walking into the bathroom and picking up Spike's body wash bottle. With a dastardly grin, she unscrewed the cap and replaced the body wash with more of Rarity's lotion. She emptied in one bottle, before reaching for a second, dumping its contents into the body wash bottle.

"She likes it rough, but I like it rougher."

Author's Note

I think each of these will be "phrase inspired", this one being "She likes it rough"

Seems to be working out.

Apple Beads

"What d'ya mean you 'want me to try it out'?" Applejack glanced at Rarity across the room, the tick-a-tack of the sewing machine echoing loudly.

"Please, Applejack. For the Element of Honesty, you should know by now I can tell when you're fibbing." Rarity picked up a thread spool, affixed it to the top, then shifted her work around once more. "Just one bottle, darling."

"One? No funny business?" Applejack squinted, searching for a fib herself.

"I would have thought you'd know that's Rainbow's field, not mine." Turning about, she lifted the clothing she was working on, the sewing machine rattling to quietness. "Ah, that's the touch it needed. Here." Rarity hoofed over the hat, the torn brim now flawlessly sealed.

"Shucks, Rares, I don't know how to return the favo-" Her mouth found a white hoof edged daintily in front of it, dangling a bottle of her lotion beside Applejack's head.

"One bottle. Again, that's all I ask." A shuffling of hooves followed. "At least give it a try? You won't be disappointed."

Applejack eyed the label critically, wary of mystery products, before tentatively stuffing it in her bags. Snatching up her hat, Applejack made to leave the Boutique, bottle in tow.

"Aw shoot. I forgot ta ask how it's used..." Applejack sat before her bathroom mirror, staring at the whitish lotion on the counter. Popping the cap, she squeezed a liberal amount onto her hooves, beginning to work it in. The effects kicked in a minute afterwards, her limbs locking up and going numb. She fell to the bathroom floor, grunting as her insides seemed to slosh about. Her legs locked up, freezing her into a stretched-out figure. As her side hit the floor, she swore she could hear the sound of hard plastic knocking off the tile. Looking at the mirror, she could see her body beginning to thin out, stretching into a straight, linear shape. As her sight warped, her insides grew warm, before slowly fading from feeling as they converted to plastic. Her torso began to thin out, becoming almost wire-like, her head shrinking along with her legs and tail to shape small spheres all down the wire. Her sight blacked out as her face molded into a shiny, plastic bead, affixed to the wire, its reddish color reminiscent of her crop. Her body stretched impossibly long, multiple beads now adorning the wire. With a fading glow, her body finished the conversion into a rather large set of anal beads, the red plastic balls each had a stem and leaf, resembling an apple. The beads clattered to the floor, leaving no sign the earth pony had ever been there.

Seconds passed, minutes, even hours, it seemed. To Applejack, the world was dark and cold, and she could only hope to be used for her purpose as she lay on the floor. A sudden click of the door and a squeal of hinges alerted the beads to the presence of a large pony, his hooves deliberately thumping across the tile. Big Macintosh glanced down to see the pristine set of beads laying in the middle of the floor, and had to keep himself from reconsidering his sanity.

"Eenope." Big Mac picked up the beads, walking slowly to his room, where he scrutinized the sex toy, checking for quality and style. He found a small smile creeping across his face as the ideas flooded his mind. He decided, then, that no good stallion could pass up the opportunity, and he sat upon his bed. Laying back, he brought the beads out, shivering in anticipation. His hooves shook as they held the beads, easing them closer and closer, before, with a loud gasp, he shoved half the string right in. The feeling was incredible, the stems and leaves seemed to only tickle, not scratch as they slid about within his rear.

Grunting, Mac took a hold of his massive shaft, expanding by the second, and began to stroke it tenderly. A happy sigh escaped him as he thrust the beads completely inside, his ass shaking as he bottomed them out inside. His stroking had gotten faster, moans or grunts accentuating each thrust into his hooves as he writhed about in ecstasy. His ass began to tingle, the beads causing him explosive levels of lust as his eyes rolled back and his tongue lolled out of his mouth. Thrusting harder and harder, Mac approached climax, his shaft twitching and spurting precum. With a wailing moan that sounded like it belonged in the voice of Cheerilee after a nice night of hot sweaty sex, Macintosh burst with an orgasm that sent shot after shot of warm seed all over the bed, ceiling, and walls. Panting, Mac made to take the beads out, wincing in pleasured pain as each bead extricated itself. Mac lay still, staring at the beads that now rested aside the bed on the floor, and trying to hold onto consciousness to remember the feelings he had induced.

A bright sparkling light filled the room, bringing Mac to an awakened state, his eyes dilating to dinner plates before shrinking to the tiniest of points as Applejack's head reformed from the first bead, the mare's face stuck in a goofy grin. "Nope." Mac shot up, scrambling to get out of bed before the rest of his sister formed from the beads.

Beads that he had just...

...Oh my...

...Well, they say there's a reason the Apple family avoids Maredi Gras.

Author's Note

Dunno. Never used beads/seen them so inaccuracies expected. No, I am not going to go explore for accuracy.

A silly idea, one that could probably have been done better. Oh well. Meh.

More whenever I feel the spark.

A Divine Pastry

Celestia arose from her bed, cracking tired limbs and stretching out in preparation for the day. Taking the time to raise the sun, she retied to her bathroom for her normal morning routine.

She had no idea how far from normal it would be.

Twilight snickered as she watched Celestia draw a bath through the crack in the door. Soon, her plan would come to fruition...and sugary sweetness. Holding a bottle of conditioner in one hoof, and the receipt from Rarity's Boutique in the other, Twilight eagerly awaited the inevitable.

Celestia sat back, letting the warmth of the water soothe her aching muscles and put her mind at ease. Reaching up to her shelf, she grabbed her conditioner, squeezing a small amount out and massaging it into her hair. Tingling prickles ran across her skin, giving her goosebumps, and her sight lurched as she pulled herself out of the tub. Collapsing on the floor, she looked up to see the menacingly maniacal face of her once-student smiling back at her. As her legs lost function, she swore she could see Twilight licking her lips.

Using all her strength, Celestia forced out a breath. "W...why?" she shivered, her body beginning to change in earnest, her limbs retracting into her body bit by bit. As her hooves sank into her torso, Celestia could only stare in horror as her body began to form a cylinder and grew lighter. As her flesh quickly converted to a spongy yellow material, her fate became clear. Her head began to shift, taking position atop the center of her now flattened circular body, before forming a smaller cylinder. Her mane began to solidify, becoming succulent buttercream and spreading itself over the top layer of the cake she was rapidly turning into. Her tail suffered a similar fate, becoming icing for the lower tier. As her horn became sprinkles, and her eyes morphed into two large candies, her mind became lost in a sea of bliss and arousal.

In a matter of seconds, it was all over. Celestia was no more - Cakelestia was all that remained of Equestria's most powerful ruler, and Twilight had to fight her urges to lick the frosting right off her mentor's top tier. Placing Celestia's delicious body atop a platter, Twilight made for the bedchambers in the opposite tower, a massive grin on her face. Today was going to be priceless!

Raising her hoof to knock, Twilight quickly teleported back to her room in the castle, leaving Cakelestia to her fate. The door creaked open, the Lunar Princess' eyes growing large as they took in the sight before them. A majestic yellow cake, with two levels sat before her, its pink, blue, and green frosting reminding her of her sister. Celestia could only look on in shock as Luna pulled the trolley into her room, closing the door tightly behind her.

A small note affixed to the top tier of the cake bore a simple message: "To Luna, Happy Early Birthday! - Twilight." Luna let out a loud squee, before dragging a hoof slowly across the frosting, leaving a small trail wherever she moved. As the buttercream coated her hoof, Luna gazed in awe at the sight of the inviting flesh beneath. Yellow, sponge-like material, with a scent as sickly sweet as Pinkie's shampoo filled the Princess' gaze with awe and wonder. Raising her hoof to her face, Luna licked the frosting off slowly, dragging her tongue across her hoof's edge, her nethers trembling in anticipation.

"Oh, Goddesses, yes!" Luna shuddered, dragging her hoof sensually over the cake's surface, tracing lines and shapes into its yielding frosting. Each lick of the frosting brought her closer to being lost in arousal, and as she leaned down to take a nibble, Celestia wished she could recoil and escape. Each lick and touch ran through her with electric sparks, spiking her libido and making it harder to focus on the immediate danger of being her sister's snack.

Luna dragged her tongue across the cake's top tier, taking a generous chunk of the yellow insides with it. She swirled the cake about her mouth, enjoying the feeling of the buttercream sliding down her throat. Celestia, likewise, was clouded by her ecstasy as Luna began to nibble and chew on her delicious body. Luna bit and chewed and bit, tearing chunk after chunk from the cake, nearly finishing off the top tier in a few gulps. Celestia's vision disappeared - her eyes had been lapped up by her sister's enormous tongue and sent to her stomach like the rest of her head. She could feel parts of her splashing into Luna's stomach, the acids breaking her down into base nutrients. Her thoughts became fuzzier and fuzzier as Luna ate more.

Soon, Celestia found it was hard to focus on anything besides her sister's immaculate mouth and the wonders of being eaten. Luna scarfed down the rest of the top tier, leaving the whole bottom open for her pleasure. Leaning down to take a bite, she chomped a big chunk of cake and chewed noisily before swallowing it down with water. She reached out for another bite, failing to notice the blue glow surrounding the rest of her delectable dessert.

Just as Celestia started to lose consciousness, her senses came rushing back to her, a whirlwind of sight, hearing, and sensation buffeting her body. The cake glowed blue, before being engulfed by a bright light, two hooves poking out from where Luna was licking the frosting. As Celestia's body began to reform from the effects of the lotion, Luna reached down for one more massive bite. Her teeth clamped down on something that was soaking wet, and most certainly not cake as Celestia's ass materialized in front of Luna. Luna's muzzle, coated in frosting and sprinkles, was wedged between Celestia's folds, and her eyes were wide with shock.

"C- C- Celestia!?!" Luna sputtered, pulling her muzzle from her sister's pussy with a wet smack.

"Why Luna, if you wanted to eat me, all you had to do was ask." Celestia shook her legs from their numbness, laying down on her back and presenting herself to her sister, pussy juices soaking into the leftover frosting around her clit. "At least have the courtesy to finish what's left on your plate, dear sister."

The guards outside barely had time to register their armor was sailing through the air before they were knocked aside by Luna as she fled her room, wailing in shock and irritation.

"TWIIIILIIIIGHT!"

Twilight snickered in satisfaction from the broom closet across the hall.

"I shall be the butt of your jokes no longer!" Luna poured gallon after gallon of water down her throat, trying frantically to wash off the taste of her sister's pussy, but to no avail.

Celestia, meanwhile, enjoyed a hearty laugh with her protege as they watched the antics. "I'm a big fan of pranks, Twilight..."

"But I daresay this one takes the cake.

Author's Note

Holy daaaaamn, it's been almost a year since last update :V I've been on a writing kick, lately. Enjoy it while it lasts!

My try at a vore without the explicit sex that the rest have had. Might be weird, haven't written TF in a bit.

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