It was a long day for Rarity. She had been working with the dresses for so long that she couldn’t believe how tired she was. All she wanted to do was take a breather from the hay day. And to be sure, it was a hectic for most of the hours she had been designing. Many orders needed to be made and she couldn’t even have a moment to herself. Finally, time to realize her ritual and get her stress destroyed forever more.
Rarity swept a piece of sweat from her brow and uncovered a secret passage from under a rug. The rusty old door that was concealed from behind it gave a beauty of its own merit. Literally a gateway to pleasure, happiness, and transformation. All she could have ever wanted and more. Especially of all stressful days such as this.
She pulled on the handle to the metal door and pulled it open to the basement below. So dark that it would normally strike fear into a pony's eyes, but for Rarity, just a cozy place to rest and relax. She trotted down while illuminating the way with a simple spell she concocted from Twilight Sparkle’s musings. Even though Twilight was a good friend, she still had been weirded out by how studious she was. Who knows how somepony could have that kind of stamina.
Continuing down the ladders to where her prize awaited. Rarity giggled and pulled a string that lead to a light from above. From the flash of light that lit up came the view of a stallion, tied up with rope and unable to move while sitting on a chair. He mumbled to himself something, muffled by the brace he was wearing. Rarity smiled at his helplessness.
Going up to him, she nuzzled her snout into his revealed penis. He couldn’t help, but groan painfully at himself being violated. Screaming for a desperate cry for help, yet no pony would hear him. Just her and this random stallion. She kept tonguing him, slapping it with her tongue. Even burying her face into his big black balls. And then, she took a deep breath and swallowed the large member. Engorging it almost completely to the depths of her throat. Only a matter of time before he would finally cum.
The warm tongue caressing his phallus with a strong lapping. Her constant tickling over his testicles with her hooves. Stroking the cock where her mouth can’t take in. The feeling of seed rushing through the urethra from the touch of her tongue. She let his penis go to which he fired all over her mane and face. Spurts squirting over her nostrils and covering the entirety of her eyelashes with a white hue. Dripping down her face onto her soft white fur. He breathed a deep sigh at his finished orgasm, till the point where after cum slid out. She would drink each drop like it came from a dripping faucet.
Rarity stood up and looked at her prey. Her so happy that he had fun. But, now the time had come for her to enjoy herself.
“My turn….” she whispered.
She raised her horn and the stallion looked around his body to notice the green magic surrounding him. He screamed in agony as his hoof turned into a sofa arm. Then his head completely collapsed into a sofa pillow that had such comforting plush. In a second, the Stallion had turned completely into a sofa. Rarity leaped with a joyful screech at the transformation now finished. And her marehood gaped open with flowing juices. She started massaging it in preparation to what needed to be done. First the clitoris to moving down the open muscles within. Her tugging with a ferocity that necessitates a good push. Without her noticing, a sliver of cum dripped into her hoof as she made love to it. The cum reached into the deeper parts without her notice. But, Rarity was finally ready, her marehood became nice and ready.
Rarity ripped off the sofa arm and levitated the soft and cushiony goodness to herself. She grabbed it with ease and licked the thing seductively. Moaning at the prospect of inserting it into herself.
“You're all mine.” Rarity muled with indecency.
She stretched herself open and inserted the large armrest. Barely able to fit inside, but she somehow managed to get it in anyhow with her powerful horniness and willpower. Pushing it in and out with a powerful push. Juices flowing out over the armrest and staining it with her essence. She picked up pace like a car motor, pumping with a fast pendulum. Then, she creamed with a powerful blast. It fired over the masturbation tool and created a small puddle on to the floor.
Her stress gone and her spirit restored. Rarity groaned as she pulled it out. So soaked with water and dripping with wetness. She set it on the side and stood up from the ground carefully. The orgasm’s power really set her off. Looking around her basement, she noticed the many other furniture she had. Some mirrors, a few cupboards, and bed sheets as far as the eye could see. She went up the stairs and turned to her lovers.
“Good night…”, with a pull of the string, it all went completely dark.
She went up the stairs and exited the basement, precariously covering up the door so no pony would notice the dark secrets inside.
Going to bed, she rested with a good sleep.
Several months had passed. Rarity noticed her habits changing, her body thickening up. Even once having the need to vomit into a toilet from out of nowhere. Her worries and plans coalesced till she realized what it might be. On this day, she decided it was a good idea to check if something was wrong. And with a birth stick, she did find out.
She was pregnant, how that could have happened made no sense to her. Rarity never slept with her prey, only played with them. Released them with her love and turned them into furniture. How could this happen, she was always careful.
Then, Rarity realized the time she spent with that Stallion. The only stallion she could get a hold of. The only male she consorted with. It was a rare find getting a male to stumble towards Carousel Boutique. It could only have been him in the first place.
The time had come, and Rarity was eleven months thick with her child. Going to the doctor to check on it and misinforming her friends that she was off in vacation somewhere. She had finally could do something for the father.
Her water broke soon enough, and she ran down the stairs to that same sofa. There, she layed down on it and screamed till the baby came forth.
And thus was the birth of a child thats father was a sofa. Rarity could have ever been happier.
