Rarity Trap: CYOS

You pause and take a deep breath before entering Carousel Boutique. Rarity is by far the most beautiful mare you’ve ever dated. What with the fact that she runs her own business and was chosen by Celestia to represent Generosity diplomatically or something, you’re surprised you even got a shot with her. Given the way your first date went, you’re surprised you still do. You’re an Earth pony stallion, strong, but not much to look at, and it was a bit of a surprise to you when she accepted your stuttering request for a date at the local Fancy restaurant. That didn’t go as well as you hoped, since it turned out to be difficult to talk to such a stunning mare, so beyond some of her commentary on the latest fashions and a bit of gossip most of the meal was spent sipping wine and eating lobster in silence. Most of your attempts to speak guttered into silence as you realized she was watching you with those deep blue eyes, framed by her strikingly styled purple hair. You expected to leave alone, but you didn’t expect that she would kiss you first, and tell you the second date was on her at the boutique tomorrow afternoon, and that it should be ‘more fun’.

Go in

The bell over the door rings softly as you enter the boutique. “Up here!” calls Rarity’s high, clear voice from up the stairs, “Do be a dear and lock the door behind you.” You turn back, and with trembling hands, turn the tumbler of the lock, which slides into place with a satisfying clunk. You give a bit of cursory examination to the poniequins which Rarity displays her clothing on, before climbing the stairs and moving towards Rarity’s voice. When you’re almost up the stairs she calls again “Over here!”

You follow her voice through an archway into a workroom just as she turns towards you.

"Ah." she says, looking slightly embarrassed, but not upset to see you. "Allow me to get dressed?" It's obvious from her body language and tone that this is quite a bit more of a question than might be expected.

She’s half-dressed now, open blouse revealing her sightly breasts. It’s a few moments until you even begin to process the rest of her body, a flat abdomen outlined by a slight inward curve from her breasts, and leading to the large bulge of her hips, a skirt, which is on lopsided, and legs shod in latex. She leans against the table, supporting herself with a perfectly manicured hand, a cute pair of glasses framing her eyes.

You notice her other hand is behind her back, fiddling with her skirt, and that’s when it drops to the floor.

Underneath the skirt is something you’d never thought you’d see in this context. A large black dick, honestly a bit bigger than your own, is sitting in the middle of the pristine white of Rarity’s hips, engorged with blood but not quite erect.

>>Nope. This is not happening. Abort! Abort!

>>Uhh... What?

>>Okay, yes, there’s a dick, but also a lot of good stuff above that which needs your attention!

>>Better let her get dressed

>>This deserves closer examination.