Rarity Trap: CYOS

Augh! The door is locked! You can’t get out, but when you think about what’s waiting for you upstairs... You feel dizzy, and slump against the door.

…

You open your eyes to see a penis keenly familiar from the recent past. It’s shrunk, a few deep creases appearing in the supple skin. After it reveals itself to not be a dream by persisting for a few moments, in detail surpassing that of your imagination, you look up to see Rarity standing above you, her expression one of exasperated concern.

“Are you alright?” she asks.

>>Explain that you’d really rather be somewhere else at the moment.

No! You’re really not!

Your head feels light as you look back at the dick, trying to sum your feelings into words. You start to panic again when it begins to fill your field of view and you realize you’re falling towards it. You feel a profound sense of relief as you miss it, right before realizing you’re about to hit the floor.

You drift back into conciousness on your back, with a velvet canopy overhead. After a while, you become aware of Rarity’s somewhat amused face by the side of the bed. She’s still undressed, and after a quick check you realize with dismay that you are too. Seeing your anxious glance she laughs and puts her hands on the edge of the bed, lifting herself up and bringing... the understated plump curves of a white-furred cunt into view. Rarity gives another tinkling laugh at your surprise and swings around to sit her butt on the edge of the bed.

“That’s right darling, it was just a bit of changeling magic Twilight taught me. I thought I’d practice in the event we wanted to spice things up this evening, and it felt so good I just kept it. I would never if I’d known you’d react so violently though!” Rarity’s face fills with concern at these last few words.

“It’s really nothing to worry about! Just an easily dispelled alteration!” She wrings her hands once or twice before giving you a sudden grin and kneeling on the bed. “I know! I can demonstrate it for you! Get you into the spirit!” She whips off the covers, startling you with the cold air, horn already bright with aquamarine light.

She focuses intently on your dick, plump from the show she’s giving you, then turns and looks you in the eye. “Actually...” she says, “maybe you aren’t so at home with genital change, should I do something more cosmetic?”

>>Yes, absolutely! Just leave my dick alone!

Actually, you’re not that sure about this whole idea...