Afternoon Jazzercise

by Aspirant

Rating: mature
Tags: Human, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Second Person, Rarity, Romance, Sex
Length: 2478

A sweaty, distracted fashion mare is pleasantly surprised by her human lover.

Rarity and her live-in lover turn the volume up on an otherwise quiet evening.

Cover art by Tess
Edited by Tintefrau

R63 Variant is significantly rewritten to the point it will be submitted as a stand alone short fic of near equal length.

Will hotlink when revised and posted. Thank you for your patience and understanding.

Published 2016-04-10 23:10:02 UTC
Last updated 2016-04-10 23:10:02 UTC

Afternoon Jazzercise

It’s a quiet evening in Rarity’s Boutique; with few customers, the seamstress decides to close her doors early. Sighing, she heads upstairs and leaves you sitting on the couch in the lounge, reading a book.

An hour passes before the silence is suddenly broken. You hear muffled music from the upper floor, quickly followed by gentle thumps – Rarity’s hooves tapping against the floor.

It’s just distracting enough to keep you from reading more. Setting down “Etiquette at Royal Events: The Dos and Don’ts of Both Prince and Pauper”, you meander up the stairs. The music grows louder with every step – its quick beat and smooth notes lend energy to the very air around you. You find yourself moving to the beat as you approach the closed door through which the music pours.

The thumping of Rarity’s hooves is loud now. Its staccato rhythm and the music’s beats together convey a strong sense of energy. You hear the thumping changes pace abruptly, then ceases altogether; the music is too loud to hear whatever else is going on. You bend over and peek through the keyhole but, alas, something covers it. There is only darkness. Curiosity about what Rarity is doing gets the better of you, and you open the door before you realize what you’re doing.

The wall of sound almost knocks you on your rear. It takes a few seconds to get your bearings.

The waning sunset beams through a circular window in the wall across from you, casting the room in an orange glow. The room itself is in proper order; fashion and style books line the shelves on the left, and cubbies hold a variety of cloths, fabrics, and thread on the right. Rolls of fabric too big to fit lie below, and a radio sits atop the highest roll against the far wall, sitting several feet below the window.

Rarity sits posed atop an exercise mat, her back toward you, one hind leg lying straight out before her. Her front hooves and trunk are stretched outward, toward the end of her stretched hind leg. Her messy, slick mane is contained by a pale pink headband, and her upper body is covered with a large, pale pink tank top.

The room smells of sweat, overpowering the linen smell of the supplies in the room with a heavy, almost spiced, presence.

Rarity remains oblivious to your presence as she releases her stretch and rises to her hooves. But she doesn’t turn around. Instead, she leans forward, stretches her back, and lowers her hips. The move shows off the sleek curves of her compression shorts and the booty that they struggle to contain.

When she lowers her front and raising her hips with a soft grunt — she must have just finished an extra hard workout to be so sore feeling already — her bottom directly faces you. It’s hard not to stare at the ample package before your eyes.

Rarity’s shorts must be a size too small – or nearly so. The bottoms of both cutie marks push out from under their rolled edges. Her tail flicks upward and reveals that the shorts are pressing just as hard everywhere else: outlines of both her marebits and anus are clear in the glow of sunset.

Unable to resist the siren call of the butt before you, you close the small distance between you and your prize. Rarity cries out in surprise as you suddenly grab both cheeks and use your thumbs to spread them as wide as the compression shorts allow. The music suddenly drops to near silence – Rarity must have had enough focus to turn that down with magic at least.

Rarity begins to say something, then sighs heavily before looking over her shoulder at you. “You know, I would have preferred some…buildup to this moment. But you always have been an eager one, haven’t you de-EEEEAR!”

Rarity’s voice shifts sharply upward as you push your face between her cheeks and run your tongue from marebits to anus. Sweat soaks her shorts and leaves a salty, heated taste in your mouth. The smell of the sweat and her hot snatch drives you to keep licking, and you hear an orchestra of half-sentences, heated panting, and sweet moans from Rarity.

Continuing, you shift focus to her pronounced anus – Rarity whines almost pitifully at you abandon her cunt, now winking fiercely against your chin. Your tongue dances playfully around her anus’s ridge. Even through the shorts you can feel the smoothness of her short, velvety coat beneath.

“C-could you at LEAST take the darn shorts off!” she demands as she finally regains her composure. “Bad enough to be aroused in these cursed fabrics, but to have you prodding and licking through them deprives me of the best parts of your efforts! Right now, you’re simply a magnificent tease.”

Rarity is briefly let back down to the ground as you grab the top of her shorts and peel it back towards you. The sound is akin to tape being pulled from a fresh roll; the fabric pulls from her sweat-soaked coat with a “shhhhhhhhhk”. Rarity moans in relief as cool air hits her hot spots.
You tightly roll the top edge of the shorts about halfway down her ass, just enough room to clear the entirety of her anus, while still covering her other bits. A playful whine escapes Rarity, and you lift her up and lick her ridge again. With the shorts out of the way, you can feel on your tongue the short fuzz of her taint and the full taste of her sweat, beads rolling from her dock downward.

The pronounced muscular ridge of her anus clenches and relaxes. As your tongue makes headway into Rarity’s ass her tones become sweeter and more pronounced. The annoyance of her shorts – wrapped so tightly in such a sensitive area, bunching her butt cheeks up so that they spill over the top of the shorts – is rapidly overcome by pleasure from your work.

You can’t see the winking of her clit, but you can feel it as the winking wracks her back in small, frequent jolts. Changing tactics, you cease tonguing Rarity long enough to slip a finger into her now properly wetted hole. Your other hand finds her clit and gives it a teasing squeeze. She bites her lip, trying to stifle a cry. Her legs stiffen as she twists in orgasm. Drool escapes a corner of her mouth, rolling down her chin.
You give her a moment to recover, noting her compression shorts are now soaked with her fluids. Dispensing with the shorts for good – a move that makes her sigh heavily with a mix of sweat-soaked relief and post-orgasm passion – you decide to ease into the next phase with something different.

You sit down behind Rarity, shifting your hands’ positions. One now holds her ass’s left cheek, thumb resting lightly against her still-pulsating clit. Pressing the pointer and middle finger of your right hand together, you begin to rub the entrance to her slit gently clockwise. The thumb on her clit barely even touches the sensitive pink knob: a faint sensation that it’s even there is all that you feel.

Rarity moans hard, head lifting and legs skittering side to side for stability. “H-haven’t you – aaah! – had enough yet, d-darling?” she pants.
Oh, but it’s her who hasn’t had enough. You increase your teasing fingers’ pressure at her entrance, earning satisfied grunts and extra loud gasps — but it’s the light, feathery touch of your thumb that really affects her. Pants turn into short, rapid gasps when you increase your rate of touch against her pink bean; gasps fall into slow, rolling, heavy moans when you rotate your thumb slowly counterclockwise against it.

“Ff-ahaaah-ooh-y-yeeessssss,” she whispers, suddenly unable to lift her head, “D – pl – f…”

“What’s that?” you ask, a devilish smile plastered across your face.

“I s-said…F…F…cuh! F – fuck! F-fuck. Fuck! Me!” she finally cries, attempting to push her hips down into your lap.

Letting go of Rarity in order to hastily undo your pants turns out to be a less stellar idea than your arousal would have you believe – your cock has barely sprung from its denim prison before the over-teased mare slams her hips down into your crotch, wholly spearing herself on your erect member. The move knocks the wind out of you as you’re overcome with sensations:

The hot, tight confines of Rarity’s wet snatch, the supple softness of her cheeks against your hips, and the ear-pleasing cry from the mare herself.

Rarity has ceased speaking words, instead just grunting and happily moaning, grinding her hips against yours, working your cock against every crevice of her tight insides. Fluids seep from around your member, making your crotch and the exercise mat beneath you hot and sticky messes. The air is still pungent with the heated scent of her first orgasm; it only thickens as wet, slapping noises echo in the small supply room.

Not satisfied enough with Rarity’s need, you grab the base of her tail with one hand and plunge a pair of fingers into her ass with the other. You aim downward, as if you’re trying to hit your cock buried inside her. It requires a significant amount of effort: her muscles are tightened up and spasming just like her cunt, wrapping and squeezing your fingers hard enough to tire them sore in mere moments.

Despite this, you press on, fingering her ass as she slaps her hips against yours in short, rapid thrusts.

Rarity speeds up, drawing close to her second orgasm, while you try to keep your first in check. Her luscious tone vaults to new heights as she hits peak intensity, nearly hopping on your dick and fingers in an effort to have them hit her deepest sensitivities.

You clench your core and try to hold out, but Rarity – with no need or desire to hold out – hits her second orgasm at a forceful pace, thrusting you as far inside her as she can and crying out. Her walls squeeze hard against your shaft, churning almost violently. She weakly grinds back and forth for a final shot of stimulation, heaving in orgasm.

Eventually, Rarity raises her hips, pulling herself off your member as she tries to stand. The inside of her cheeks are spattered with her own fluids, the coat soaked and looking rough.

Your lover lowers her head and looks between her legs, back at your still stiff cock. Her eyes widen slightly.

“Y…you…didn’t…?”

You shake your head, and Rarity softly lowers the front of her body – once again presenting her ass – this time intentionally.

“A…lady…n-never…leaves her man..unsatisfied,” she huffs between hot breaths, moaning again as her hips sway gently in the air. “H-however you like…”

Rising, you guide Rarity over to one of the stacks of fabric. Having her turn to face you, you have her sit atop one of the rolls of denim and spread her legs.

The elegant mare does as instructed, still giving you the best coquettish smile she can manage…marred only slightly by the drool still present at the corner of her mouth. Spreading the still-slick fluids that coat Rarity’s behind across her anus, you ensure that it’s wet enough to penetrate before lining your cock up and pushing into her with a grunt. Rarity grunts back, putting her front hooves around you and letting you pump into her at your own pace. For her sake, you start slow.

Her muscles are still reeling from the last orgasm, and the resistance keeps your momentum in check for a while. Slowly, Rarity begins to heat up again – her breathing quickens and her tongue lolls in the side of her open mouth. Her clit winks again: slowly at first, but picking up its pace. As her muscles adjust, they let you slide more easily into and out of her.

Her thick anal ring clings to your cock tightly, squeezing you beautifully with every thrust and bringing you closer to your prolonged edge.
The pace is quick, now. So quick that the room once more echoes with the sound of your balls slapping her thick cheeks and Rarity bounces slightly against the stack of fabrics the two of you are fucking on.

She seems more in control of herself this time, moaning and whispering encouraging things to you. “O-only my man could take m-me three rounds,” she coos, before falling back into ecstasy-driven – and less succinct – praises.

You’re getting close now: the sensation is building, from your toes and fingers inward. As your edge approaches you speed up, determined to meet it at the pace Rarity did with hers.

Rarity senses you’re close and puts her hooves around your neck. She pulls your head down with sudden strength, turning her head to the side and locking lips with you in a passionate kiss. Tongues weave together, uncoiling only to do it over again, saliva dripping from your mouths as the two of you sloppily take in each other with a fierce passion. As you reach your edge, your muscles tensing, your entire body feeling like it needs to be thrown forward into your mare, you kiss Rarity hard enough to pin her to the stack of fabrics behind her. Hips driving into hers hard enough to know you’ll wake up with bruises, you finally breach your own orgasm after what feels like an eternity of waiting. One final thrust pushes Rarity further up the stack, and drives her to her third orgasm.

It feels like it’ll never end. Your cock throbs within the tight, spasming muscles of Rarity’s ass, her anal ring sitting at the base of your dick and squeezing every drop out of you. Her ass milks your shaft, jets of spunk blasting deep into her. The intensity of the orgasm has you grinding against her with every spurt, desperately trying to bury your seed all the way into her belly.

Eventually, the two of you come off your climaxes.

Rarity stares into your eyes for a long moment, before giving you another deep kiss. The two of you stand there, still connected, for a few more moments – ignorant of time, place, or anything but one another.

Soon, you grow flaccid enough to easily withdraw from Rarity, letting a small dribble of fluids out that leave zig-zag streaks on a roll of denim.

In the aftermath, Rarity requires you to carry her around the Boutique the rest of the night. First to a bath, where the two of you wash away most the evidence of your afternoon. Then to bed, where the two of you cuddle in each other’s embrace until you both pass blissfully to sleep.