Instead of the weak brass jingle found in other establishments, customers opening Carousel Boutique’s front door were greeted with a polished, silvery chime—delicate, yet more than sharp enough to distract Rarity from her work at the sewing machine. The motor grumbled to a halt as Rarity slid off the bench, straightened her mane with a flourish, and rattled off her greeting with practiced, silken-smooth grace.
“Good afternoon, and welcome to Carousel Boutique! May I… ah… may I help you?”
Her silken-smooth grace faltered as she looked up… and up… to meet the customer’s gaze. Instead of a local Ponyville mare coming through the door, it was a towering slab of a creature who stood on two legs, easily twice as tall as the largest ponies in town. He oozed stallion maleness from every pore, from the rugged cut of his jaw and mane, to the bulgingly muscled chest and arms that were barely contained by a black collared shirt, to the equally bulging bulge that was barely contained by a pair of black slacks.
Rarity cleared her throat and forced herself to shake off the initial shock at the stranger’s appearance. He was a customer, and it would be unprofessional to give inadequate service just because this bipedal stallion was different from her usual clientele!
“Why hello there,” the towering hunk said in a rich, sexy voice. “Is the owner in the store?”
Rarity found her poise again, and delivered the rest in style. The usual policy when dealing with stallions was a sweet flow that fell somewhere between welcoming and sultry. This time, Rarity’s tone tipped past “sultry” and into the realm of “saucy.”
“Why, yes! In fact, you’re speaking with her right now. Are you shopping for a special somepony, perhaps?” She even threw in a wink. “A lucky somepony, I should say.”
“Actually, I thought you might be interested in my product.” He thumbed the plastic badge on his shirt, which identified him as Chance from Naughty Dragon.
“Your product, hmm? I suppose I have a few minutes...” Normally Rarity wouldn’t entertain a door-to-door seller quite so easily, but then, most door-knocking nuisances weren’t as incredibly sexy. “I must say, you’re well built for a simple saleshorse.”
“That’s because I’m not just any saleshorse,” he replied, straightening out his shirt and stretching his thick, sinewy neck. “In my business, good looks are a stallion’s second biggest asset.”
Rarity smirked and batted her lashes. “And what, I wonder, is your biggest asset?”
Chance crossed his arms behind his head for a stretch, flexing his bodybuilder-like biceps in the process. “You’ll see once we start the demo.”
Rarity was certain that her blush would be visible through her white coat. “Oh? Are you going to give me a hooves-on demonstration?”
“Of course,” Chance said, still posing where he stood in the middle of the showroom floor. “We like our clients to be familiar with the merchandise. My associate Mary tells me she’s already found quite a few buyers.” He finally lowered his arms just before the top button of his shirt would have burst.
Rarity nodded silently along. She wasn’t sure what part of Chance she most wanted to stare at: his impossibly manly display of muscles, perhaps? Or his equally blush-worthy chest, barely hidden by that too-tight shirt? Or perhaps the oh so promising protrusion in the front of his pants?
“I would love to see your goods,” Rarity said, pursing her lips in mock disappointment, “but I can’t help but notice that you aren’t carrying a suitcase.”
“It’s hard to get more than one large package at a time through a portal,” Chance said with an overly large shrug. “I only brought one demo model.”
“Well, how am I supposed to become familiar with your product if you only have one demo?”
“It’s not just any demo,” Chance said, taking a few steps closer to Rarity. He was so tall that Rarity’s head only came up to mid-chest on him. “It’s the actual prototype.” He punctuated his sentence with a tiny grinding noise—the sound of a badly strained zipper being pulled.
The beast that sprang loose when Chance opened the front of his pants was roughly the size and shape of a Little Pony stallion’s endowment—15 inches long and 2.5 inches thick, with a flat head that flared to 3.6 inches. “Let me know if you have any questions about the goods,” Chance said proudly, jutting his hips forward to present his piece for inspection.
After several beats of shocked silence, Rarity closed her half-open jaw and swallowed the drool collecting in her mouth. “I see!” she said, strutting forward with very professional, straight-necked posture. “What do we have here?”
“This is the largest size. It’s a bit of a stretch for most, but I think it’s just right for a pony like yourself.”
“I see,” Rarity said, biting her lip as she raised a hoof for an experimental stroke across the veiny surface. “Well, your product looks good, but I think I still need to do some… quality assurance.”
Chance nodded. “Another little lady who wants the full demo? I’ll be gentle.”
At that, Rarity rolled her eyes. “Oh, please. Just because I enjoy the sophisticated things in life doesn’t mean I’m a cute little character from a children’s cartoon. I am a classy mare, and I expect to be treated like one!”
Chance quirked a brow and folded his arms while still displaying his cock at full mast. “Oh? And how do classy mares like it?”
Rarity pivoted a half-turn with a flip of her mane, then whipped her tail with an audible crack, flashing her Rare White vulva and the dainty pink petals within. “I want you to wreck my foal-hole and pound my ass into marshmallow goo! Make me whinny like a dirty little pony slut!” She waggled her hips, beckoning with her faintly glistening love flower.
But then Rarity’s poise faltered again as Chance’s tight black shirt exploded off of his chest with a sharp tearing sound. Pieces of black cloth fluttered to the floor around the man-stallion’s feet, and Rarity almost thought she heard an audible ping of light reflecting off his teeth.
Chance let out a sigh of relief as he peeled the last shred of black cloth off of one of his boulder-like pecs. “That always feels so good. Now…” His hands fell onto Rarity’s hips, calloused skin against a fine white coat. “… one full Naughty Dragon demo, coming right up.”
Rarity let out an eager “Oooh!” of excitement as Chance pulled her hips closer, bringing his fifteen inch Naughty Dragon prototype to a rest against those yearningly swollen flesh-flaps.
“Mmm, don’t keep me waiting, mister Chance!” Rarity whinnied as the flat head started to press and squeeze its way forward. Then, finally, as her rear lips made way for Chance to slide his meaty fuckpole deep into her body’s welcoming guest entrance, she let loose an “aaaAAAAaaaahhh yes, yeeessss!” as if Chance were giving her the world’s best belly rub from the inside.
“Naughty, sexy little pony,” Chance growled as he docked his entire length inside Rarity’s yearning pink ponypussy. “Looks like your pussy lips are hungry for my meat.” He pressed in a little harder to massage the entrance to her womb, and then pulled back slowly, making Rarity’s voice waver with her reply of “mmmmm-hmmmm.”
Chance stopped pulling back when he had nearly slipped free of Rarity’s passage, then gripped down harder on Rarity’s cutie marks and started humping with the machine-like vigor of a sewing machine, ramrodding his slutty pony’s silky vagina with cervix-crushing force, so that Rarity could only pant a breathy “oh-oh-OHH!” in time with the brand-name pussy pounding she was being dealt.
A strand of drool started to drip off of Rarity’s hanging tongue as she immediately surrendered to the brutal pleasure. After less than a minute, she lost count of how many times Chance had used his blunt-ended slutbuster to plumb the depths of her welcoming female orifice, and her eyes rolled back as she slobbered a tiny puddle onto the polished showroom floor. Every time the medial ring of Chance’s pulsating pony-sized horsecock popped in or out of Rarity’s hole, it made a watery sound like a deep-treaded boot squelching through a puddle of thick mud. On the backswing of Chance’s thrusting, his fifteen inch fuckpole came out lightly glazed with liquid mare lust.
“Such a tight little pony passage,” he rumbled, slowing his pace so that he could savor the feeling of packing Rarity’s candy-coated clunge full of juicy horse steak. “You love being treated like a dirty mare, don’t you?” In fact, Rarity’s meat flaps were dripping with extra pony sauce now, enough to ooze onto the floor. With a low grunt, Chance pistoned Rarity once with extra force, audibly slapping his hips against her plushy rear pillows and flinging some of the sex slime away in droplets.
“Yes, yes, yeee-ssss!” Rarity said in a lust-soaked wail. “Oh, mister Chance, it feels so good when you stretch my love tunnel with your foot-long minge-masher!” She turned her head back toward the cock-wielding man-monster who was still wedging her wide from behind. “Now take my other fuckhole! Let me feel your turgid stallionhood filling my intestines with frothy dick butter!”
Chance snorted through flared nostrils as he started to hump harder and faster, the flare of his potent slutbuster gliding smoothly through his hostess’s well-lubricated inner workings. “What’s that? The lovely little lady likes to take her jizz deliveries through the rear exit?”
“Yes, yes! Give my filthy pony pucker a cream filling of hot slut-yogurt!”
“Well, if that’s what you want, ma’am… I just happen to have a free sample of cumlube ready for you.”
With that, Chance pumped Rarity’s septic tank with the force of an earth pony cart-racing team surging into the home stretch. Rarity’s sex-crazed moans were underscored by the rhythmic clap-clap-clap of a pair of swinging foal factories slapping against Rarity’s rear end in time with Chance’s pneumatic pistoning. After several snorting, grunting minutes of giving Rarity’s poop chute the hot dicking of a lifetime, the dam finally broke and a warm flood of slime burst forth from Chance’s cock, sending long full spurts of sticky stallion-seed into the depths of Rarity’s exhaust pipe with each throbbing shot from that 15 inch long, 2.5 inch thick cum cannon. Rarity gave a squealing wail as Chance loaded Rarity's backend with a heavy, continuous load of fresh ball-snot. When the throbbing of Chance’s cock muscle finally subsided, Rarity relaxed her front legs and tilted forward, causing Chance’s twitching fleshstick to slip free with a wet slurp.
Once the staff supporting her by the ass was removed, Rarity stumbled and collapsed in a lump of sexually exhausted marshmallow, but after slowly pulling herself up to all fours, she managed to walk with a wobbling gait over to the couch and sit almost daintily. Almost, because she still kept her tail lifted safely clear of the white ball-slime drooling from her gradually recovering nether portal.
“So,” Chance said, placing his hands on his hips as before, “did you enjoy the demo?” His brown-and white body was lightly beaded with sweat, and even though the powerfully built horse-man stood as tall and proud as ever, his spent stallionhood was already starting to droop.
“Your presentation was simply phenomenal!”, Rarity said in a gush, batting her lashes and flicking her tail to show the mixture of sex juice spattered across her feminine mound. “I’ll be sure to send Naughty Dragon’s administration a letter about the wonderful experience I had with their representative.”
Chance gave a sincere smile and lowered his head in a little bow. “Very kind of you, ma’am. And don’t spare the details. Duke loves that kind of thing.”
“Rarity? You called?”
A party of five, led by Princess Twilight Sparkle, crowded in through the front door of Carousel Boutique. Rarity greeted them with a flouncing trot and a grin that was perhaps a little brighter and wider than usual.
“Yes indeed, to share some exciting news! As of this week, Carousel Boutique is an authorized vendor of—”
Rarity was interrupted by a high-pitched squeal of excitement from the far end of the room. Five heads turned to see Pinkie bouncing in front of a large glass display case full of latex obelisks of all shapes, sizes, and colors.
“Ooh, lookie lookie! Rarity’s started a collection of rubber naughty-buzzers!” She whipped her head for a glance back toward her five friends, but only for a moment before turning back to press her nose against the glass. “My favorite is Hanns the Mandrake! Do you have any ‘were-able’ ones? Ooh! It’s an extra large Spritz the Seadragon! With a cumtube! And it’s pink! I didn’t even know they came in this color!”
Applejack’s jaw dropped. “R-rarity? Those ain’t… are they? THIS is what y’all called us here to see?”
Rarity nodded proudly. “They are indeed! And I’ve taken extra care to ensure that each and every one of them is of the very highest quality. Only the best for Ponyville!”
“You should probably hide these when Spike comes over,” Twilight said quietly, her eyes drifting over a distinctly reptilian specimen labeled “Duke.”
Fluttershy, meanwhile, had been silently poring to the display with a critical stare. As the rest of her friends crowded in, Fluttershy took a step back. “That’s not what a chimera penis looks like,” she muttered.
Before anypony could question Fluttershy, Applejack spoke up. “Wait a minute, Rarity. Did you buy these from a big two-legged fella? Brown fur? Creepy smile?”
Rarity nodded emphatically. “Why, yes! Has mister Chance visited Sweet Apple Acres?”
“Visited. Ya might say that. Sorry, y’all, but I gotta head back to the farm.” Applejack bit her lower lip as she trotted a 180 degree turn and headed for the door. She started off frowning, but soon started to look rather nauseous. “Reckon I mighta just solved the mystery of the strange unmarked packages Granny’s been getting.”
~end~
Author's Note
Thanks for reading! Now, if you’ll excuse me, I think I need to take a hot bath so that I can feel clean again.
