Of Stallions and Mares

Rumble stretched himself out in the midday sun. He didn’t quite remember when he went to bed last night, but he was trying not to think about it. It only made his head hurt more when he tried to see what happened after he came in Cloud Chaser’s mouth.

Of course, if there was something to warn him that something was up, it was the ring telling him that everything was fine. He knew that he should just trust the ring, especially after all it’d already done, including wake him up in time to see Thunderlane get smacked, but he just couldn’t shake the feeling that it was too powerful.

He shook his head, gritting his teeth as he walked up Button’s driveway. It wasn’t important, so he should push it away. At least until he was done with everything else.

Rumble knocked on the front door, rubbing his eyes as he finally banished the worries to the back of his mind. He just had to give the ring to Button, and then he wouldn’t have to worry about it for two days. He could just focus on Cloud Chaser and Flitter. The thought was nice. Just taking a day or two to enjoy his acquisitions.

”One of the perks of being a king.”

“Yep.” Rumble looked up, admiring the sun as he continued to take deep breath after breath. He was overthinking everything. The ring let him live out his fantasies and set things right. It should be celebrated, enjoyed…

He let out a sigh, looking back at the door. Button was never very good about answering the door, and he had sometimes been forced to stand outside for tens of minutes before someone would answer. Then again, he could just let himself in…

Rumble whistled to himself as he walked into the house. Now that he was inside though, he could hear the moans and groans that came from up above. Rumble blinked a few times, staring at the upper level, before looking at his ring. “It sounds like he’s still enjoying himself.”

”Should we come back later?

Rumble looked back up. He could go up and join them, or go up to ruin Button’s fun, but he didn’t really feel like doing that, especially with how tired he was. Besides, his friend should have known he was coming today to give him the ring. No, Button could wait if he was going to keep being pre-occupied like this.

That, and he’d rather deal with it when he didn’t want to just pass back out. Better yet, maybe Feather could even deal with it next. Yeah, that sounded nice.

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Feather slowly opened the door to Carousel Boutique, swallowing hard as he reviewed his plan. Sure, there was no need to worry, as the ring made sure that anything he did he would get away with, but it still seemed so weird. It didn’t help of course that he didn’t plan to do this for another day or two at minimum, but he liked Rumble’s thinking. Button was happy and just getting more. The two of them were actually building to something.

He glanced around, rubbing the ring with his other hand. The Boutique bell rang, so Rarity would be there pretty soon. Would she be upset by his questions, even under his control? It’s not like Rarity’s thoughts on decency and the like weren’t deeply ingrained in her enough to make it a problem.

He glanced up as he heard a door close, and watched as the mare he desired walked down the steps. Rarity had what most stallions would call a perfect body. Tits as big as her head that freely swung, even in her white button up shirt, a smooth stomach, devoid of any extra muscle or fat, and then her hips, oh her hips! Feather couldn’t recall how many times he had watched that half of her body sway back and forth.

He raised a hand, for a moment considering letting her breasts sway more by removing her bra, before stopping. Its removal could be so much better if he waited. Besides, he wasn’t just there to fuck her. He was there to see if she would be up to what he desired.

Feather smiled, standing up straight as Rarity smiled back at him. At the foot of the stairs, she curtsied to him, not shaking for a moment, despite how deeply she bent her legs to him. “Well, my liege, what a pleasant surprise. What brings you by my magnificent shop today?”

For a moment, Feather was stunned. He had expected a normal hello, or something like that, before he looked closer at who he was thinking about. In fact, almost to prove his point, Rarity walked past him now, gesturing to a suit she must have made recently. “Do you need something, or,” she said with a chuckle, “someone for an event soon?”

Feather shook his head, grinning to himself. Absolutely loyal to royalty, even if she still had her own spark of passion. Good. “Well, not quite. You see, I am planning something big, but I don’t need dresses or suits for it. Instead…” Feather bit into his lip, still afraid he might get smacked for this, but… “I need underwear. Lingerie to be specific.”

Rarity blinked a few times, before a hint of playfulness touched the corner of her smile. “But of course, sir. Boxers, briefs, even thongs are all things I can do. Though,” she said, lowering her yoga pants a bit, showing off the band of her silk, intricately patterned panties, “I’m guessing you want something special.”

Feather blinked a few times, trying to grasp just how this was going. She was already polite, she was being playful, and she already was willing to just freely talk about even her underwear. For a moment, he paled, thinking he might have another Pinkie on his hands, before he noticed the slight red on her cheeks. She was willing to do all of this, and even tease him, but it was still ‘improper’.

He stepped forward, looking at the panties she wore. He could tell that they were probably meant for an Autumn themed set, as the pattern seemed to be that of branches and leaves, over what was a thinner, almost sheer material. “Not entirely. These look good for basic pictures, though, admittedly, things like corsets, or themed outfits, would be good too.”

Rarity blushed a touch brighter before she stepped towards the back of the boutique. “Well, um, I have a couple such ideas, and even outfits, but I’ve never done a lot for such lines. Just some… needier nights of mine that caused me to make them.”

Feather furrowed his brow for a moment, following Rarity to a small side room. It was more of a small walk in closet, he realized as they walked in, and his eyes slowly widened as he looked at the clothes within.

None of it was for males, and, just from the sizes of everything, it was all perfectly sized for Rarity to wear. The outfits ranged from simply different colors, to whole outfits that required corsets, stockings, and extra pieces. All in all, it was a perfect start.

He looked over to Rarity and frowned. Feather had expected her to look happy, especially from his awed reaction, but instead she looked nervous and twitchy. Why would she be like that?

”You can always ask.”

That’s a… good point. Feather turned to Rarity, currently looking at a nature themed outfit that looked like it could lead to a nymph sort of look. “What caused you to make these? And why didn’t I know about this side of your shop before?”

Rarity took a deep breath in, looking him dead in the eyes, before her head dropped, and she let out a long, deep sigh. “Well, my liege, if you absolutely must know,” she paused for a moment, staring at him, but didn’t get the stop she’d hoped. “I make them usually after break ups, and then I’m too ashamed to sell them. I’ll wear them, but that’s… that’s it.”

Feather stepped in front of her, his hands on his hips. “I don’t buy it.”

Rarity blinked a few times, the gold at the edges of her eyes actually fading for a moment as she frowned. “What do you mean? I would know better than anypony else.”

He shook his head, holding up his camera. “Tell me, completely honestly, what you thought when you first heard that I kept trying to take naughty photos of mares?”

Rarity almost rolled her eyes, before the magic made sure she showed him at least a little more respect. “I thought you were lucky to be following your pass-” She stopped, her hands slapping to cover her mouth. It was way too late though.

Feather leaned against one of the walls. “Rarity, I got smacked so many times for what I wanted to do because I was a horny idiot, and let that blind me. These,” he said as he gestured to one of her outfits, “are the product of an artisan showing off her skills. Are you really ashamed of that?”

Rarity opened her mouth, before pausing, and closing it back up, afraid of what she might say. Feather raised an eyebrow, before shaking his head. “You know what, I’ll leave it up to you. I can find other seamstresses who can express this better. Come out with your reply, and then I’ll leave. How does that sound?”

Rarity smiled a little. “It doesn’t sound like the same sort of pervert who made a bad disguise to try to take pictures in the mare’s hot spring.”

Feather stepped out of the room, saying “I don’t need to anymore to make what I want,” as he closed the door.

He took a sharp breath, his heart sinking as he walked over to one of the benches. He didn’t actually entirely know what he was going to do if this was too hard on her. It was made even worse by having seen her talent with such clothes, as now he knew he needed her to be his costume designer. But… he also respected her too much to just make her, so he would wait and see.

And see he did. Rarity walked out confident. No blush, no fear, no embarrassment. She was a model, and this was her outfit, just like every piece of clothing in her boutique was. And, from Feather’s expression, her liege thought quite highly of this piece.

She swayed her hips as she stepped forward, the light blue, lace chains that made up her skirt swayed and jingled. Gems connected the different pieces of lace, helping them extend halfway down her thigh. Nothing else covered her lower half though, her trimmed, purple hairs getting brushed by the light fabric.

Rarity slowly turned herself around, her hips being the last to follow. When they did, her toned thighs swung all the way to her other side. The skirt followed, almost playing music as the jems jingled, just as they’d been designed for. Rarity glanced over her shoulder, smiling as her hands slid up her rump.

Her body turned back to him, more emphasis on the wide arc that her top half made as she stepped closer to him. Feather’s jaw stayed firmly on the ground as her chest swung forward, unburdened by almost anything. What little did cover her teased her nipples, as they, and everything above them, were covered in light blue cloth, just dark enough to not hide what was underneath.

She then took a bow, putting her chest right into Feather’s face. He could smell a light scent of vanilla from her as his breath came against her chest. He leaned in, pecking one of the soft mounds, and feeling a tremble of arousal run through him as her melodic hum pierced the air.

She then lowered herself more, smiling at him as they met eyes. “Does this please my liege?”

Feather swallowed hard, before his eyes fluttered open and shut, just like the shutter of a camera. “It does, but can you stand back up so I can capture it?”

She did just so, putting her hands over her head as she continued to sway her body. It wasn’t just back and forth, or side to side. No, Rarity showed that she knew every part of belly dancing as she caused her body to come up and down, making her bosom jump ever so nicely. No part of her didn’t move like it was a wave of water, undulating and shaking all the way until she was back into the small side room.

Feather blinked a few times, finally being able to actually comprehend what had just happened. Or, better yet, comprehend what was to come. He was being given a private show by Rarity, and would be able to see all that she could do.

He loved it, and raised his camera to get ready. Before he did that though, just to make sure it didn’t start to hurt, his undid his pants, and pulled out his cock. It was already rock hard, but he thought of that as a good thing. She was already on board, so sooner or later she was gonna have to drink his cum anyways. Best he be ready for when that moment came.

He doubted her next outfit would be that chance though, as she slowly stepped out of the closet. This time, she wasn’t nearly as confident as before, but instead wrapping an arm over her chest as she stepped out. Of course, it was more to accentuate them, especially as her arm pressed on them, squeezing them against her letting the luscious mounds spill out over her arm.

He stole a picture before she could take her arm away, now standing tall and with a cute, small smile. Now he could appreciate the black bra that held her bosom in. It actually wrapped around most of her chest, except for the middle. She had an adorable cleavage window there, in the shape of a cat’s head. Then again why wouldn’t she, when she had cat ears, and matching underwear.

It was much simpler than the last outfit, admittedly, but that was possibly the genius of choosing it. He had already seen that the complex worked for Rarity, but this was bare bones. Just enough to have a fantasy with it, but not requiring it, or push a newcomer to naughtier play out of their comfort zone.

Rarity didn’t really have that sort of comfort zone, dropping to all fours. Instead of crawling over to him, her chest swaying side to side, she caught him off guard. One of her legs came up, way above her head. The other was tucked underneath her, but she showed no signs of discomfort because of it.

Feather got up, coming closer to get a few different angles of her like this. Rarity seemingly ignored him, instead focusing on her long, toned leg. Just like her stomach, it was without any excess, and led to her perfect, round thighs. Her tongue came out, reaching out to her leg, before she began to gently lick against her fur. All the while, a soft, almost inaudible purr filled the air, and Feather’s cock trembled, just imagining what those vibrations would feel like.

When she pulled her mouth away, Rarity pouted, staring at his throbbing member. “I do hope that you’re not already done with my performance. I had a few more I wanted to try.”

Feather leapt away from her, as if he thought his presence would stop her. “Oh, by no means! I’ll wait until you’re done with your show to take care of this.”

A sly smile crossed Rarity’s lips as she stood back up, her tail flicking back and forth behind her as she glanced at her wardrobe. “Oh, I bet I can do more than just that. Give me one second first.”

“Of course.” Feather grinned at the soon to be closed door, his body shaking in anticipation. She’d done elaborate, simple, but would come next? Would it be a splash of evil? Or would she try one that gave a feeling of faux innocence? All Feather knew was that he had chosen the correct mare a hundred times over already for the projects in his mind.

The door slammed open behind him, smacking him on the rump as he continued to think and sending him sprawling across the room. Feather skidded across the hardwood, groaning as he heard heavy hoofsteps stomp closer to him. “What do you think you’re doing in the presence of a princess?”

Feather slowly picked himself up, groaning as he rubbed his thigh. Looking up though, his hand darted to his camera, which only now was losing the golden aura around it that had protected the valuable piece of equipment. “Well, I was seeing if maybe you deserved that title. I’m not sure still.”

Rarity scoffed at the thought, putting a hand onto her chest. This time, from any other angle, she was covered about as well as her last outfit. However, from below, the fur trimmed wrap around on her chest let him admire her glorious underboob as it shook and bounced.

Even better was her bottom. It was a similarly trimmed skirt, stopping about mid thigh. Once more, while sexy, it would cover quite well. Rarity was standing over him though, and her soft pink lips were on full display to his camera, even winking as her legs trembled. “I mean, you’re far too naughty to be royalty, wouldn’t you agree?”

Rarity hummed at the idea, stepping away as she did so. Her hips swayed with her tone, almost captivating Feather to just watch that perfect pillow of an ass move. Almost.

No, instead, Feather could feel saliva building in his mouth as Rarity’s magic traveled upwards from her hooves. With each part it covered, it left a dark blue, latex covering. When it met her thighs, large, beautiful diamonds came against them. However, the Mare’s naughty nethers were left on full display, as an unzipped zipper had formed around her dripping marehood.

Rarity winked at him as she put her arms behind her, pretending to stretch herself out. Instead, her magic clung to them, slapping on long gloves that came to meet up to her shoulders. From the zippers there, Feather assumed that this was an optional part of the Radiance outfit. All the better, as the gloves ended up being joined together at the end, forcing the arms together in the exact position she was in now.

Feather came up, running his hand along Rarity’s ass as the outfit traveled over her chest. Similar zippers as to what was supposed to cover her pussy were around Rarity’s expansive bosom, right over her nipples. But, with closer inspection, Feather realized that when they were closed, the fabric would fold over them. That way, it could technically be worn in public.

On the other hand, as Feather slapped Rarity on her round rump, he doubted it’d still be appropriate. The latex hugged every other inch of her, and he bet, if they were covered that her nipples would almost be poking through the fabric. That said nothing about how the latex would snug right into her crotch, teasing her with every uncomfortable step. He bet in about a half dozen steps, anypony would be able to see her sopping wet thighs that betrayed the fact that she wore no underwear, something that would be impossible in this.

As the costume finished coming onto her, Rarity turned around, panting as her body shook and trembled. It let him see that she even wore the large, slightly silly, blue mask that Radiance did too. She swallowed hard, her tongue sticking out ever so slightly as she whimpered, “Please, evildoer, no one’s this evil right? To take a mare when she’s so helpless?”

Rarity’s hips helped assuage any possibility of her not wanting this as she backed herself up against his rock hard cock. It twitched and spasmed from the kiss of her warm, wet nethers, quickly soaking half of it in her juices, something that his camera’s flash let be seen quite well. He then grabbed her flank, pressing his hips against her, sliding every inch of his member against her, but not putting it in. It brought the cutest moans from her. “Come now, Radiance, I can tell this is what you truly were meant for. Being a little slut in an equally naughty outfit.”

Rarity panted harder, barely holding herself up on her quivering legs. Her tongue was completely out, reaching out for a cock to suck that she couldn’t find. “Please, my liege, show me how much I want it. How happy I would be as a little cunt for your pleasure. Just, please, stop teasing me!”

Feather smiled as he backed his hips up. “I suppose, since you asked so nicely…”

His hips slammed forward, and Rarity screamed to the heavens as her body tensed up. Every inch of her tightened up, including the slick folds around Feather. It was like a vice, but the most pleasant, warm vice in the world. It was also terrifyingly skilled, as, in her orgasm, it rippled, always pulling him in more, starting at his base and clenching it all the way up.

Feather’s eye twitched, having been ready in no way for just how much of Rarity’s lust would suddenly be on him. It didn’t help that, what few thrusts he did get in, each brought more moans and screams from Rarity. Like this, the mare seemed almost possessed, in a state of constant ecstasy that was unlike any that he’d ever experienced in his life.

When he slammed in the fourth time, it was simply too much, and his hands gripped into her ass as tightly as he could. In turn, his balls tensed up, before pushing every drop of their load forward in a geyser for the mare that was on him. Even this seemed to turn her into mush, as she somehow reached an even higher frequency with her screams, until, as the last drops of his seed flooded her womb. As Feather collapsed onto the ground, glass could be heard cracking.

Rarity, after years of practice with heels, secret fucking, and simple discipline, did not fall, despite how unsteady her legs were. Instead, she wobbled her way to one of the walls falling against it as she finally caught her breath.

This had been nothing like what she’d done before. Not only was Feather quite gifted down there, but her body craved him. No, not him. His approval. He was her king, and she was always one who wanted to please the royalty she looked up to. So, to have him so greedily fuck her… it was euphoria to her.

But, on the other hoof, he’d only cum once…

Feather blinked as he heard a door close, his head still spinning from what had happened. He added a mental note to himself that he would want to practice with Zipperwhill some more before he tried fucking Rarity again, because, like the other older mares he’d had the pleasure to try, they simply outpaced him by leagues.

Still, all in all, it had been a success. Rarity had shown the she was more than capable of making any outfit he wanted, and even could play the roles that could go with them. He would let her do her own thing now, with maybe a nudge here and there, and reap the benefits of having an actual designer do the work, instead of a pervert.

Feather let out another sigh of contentment. Yeah, this was a good step in the right direction, while also a good lesson moving forward. At least, on the sexual side. The thought made him chuckle, though it also made him hope that this wasn’t all the two would be capable of doing. If there was one mare he wanted to be taught how to do business by, it was Rarity, and if she just lost her mind around him, that wasn’t going to work.

That was about the time when the door that had been shut earlier opened, and a scarf wrapped itself over Feather’s eyes. He let out a small cry, but Rarity’s voice stopped him from doing more.

“Don’t worry. It’s just to help with my final surprise. I hope you’ll enjoy it, and, well... “ Rarity’s sharp breath was close against his ear as she helped Feather up. “I hope it will remind you that, even if I’m being sexual, I can be elegant to. That there’s more to my appeal than just tits and ass, though they are quite nice.”

Feather smiled at the words as he nodded, following her gentle pushed to where he was set in a chair. Rarity’s hooves went away from him now, before he heard, “Now, open your eyes, and, if you can, my liege, add a pole to my stage, so I may properly dance for you.”

Feather raised an eyebrow at the odd request, but there wasn’t any real reason to tell her no. Besides, one more outfit, one more chance to show all that she could do? He wasn’t about to rob her of that, not when she so readily offered it. So, the ring glowed, and the stage he knew was in the center of the boutique was added by a long, steel pole that extended all the way up to the ceiling. “May I open my eyes now?”

“Of course, my liege.”

Feather’s wings snapped open, tossing him into the air for a moment to help him land back on his feet. Turning around towards the stage, his eyes opened wide. He had a pretty good idea as to what Rarity might do with the pole now, watching her slide one gloved hand along it, her tongue following after it, leaving a small trail of spit on the gray metal.

She turned her head toward him, a slight smile on her lips. Her outfit wasn’t negligee, not by any means, but was somehow more exciting now. The words butler, maid, and noble came to Feather’s mind as he tried to put it all together. She wore the black vest of a butler, with dark blue coat tails that extended past her back. A short, purple business skirt came down over her thighs, and he worried for a moment if they might restrict her movement. When she began to stretch herself out, sliding to the floor in a splits, he was fairly sure he was wrong.

He stepped closer, softly whistling to himself as shudders of anticipation ran through his body. Now that he was closer, he could admire how she had somehow managed to get her normally curled hair into a very tight bun on the top of her head. She even had done it to her tail, which he doubted was entirely comfortable.

The last pieces that fit the whole ensemble were the purple shoes on her feet, reminiscent of the ones that the princesses wore. These were in stark contrast to her broach, but he had a feeling he knew where the piece of gold had come from. Indeed, the symbol of the ring, twin wings and a horn, were at her neck, over a field of lighter blue that made up her button up shirt. In a way, it resembled a pet collar, especially with the tight, golden chain around her neck.

Rarity looked up at him, her smile still there as she patted his cheek. “My liege, I would suggest you go sit down. Tis normal for this sort of performance after all, and I won’t be able to get as loose if you hover over me.”

Feather slowly nodded, stumbling back before falling onto a couch that Rarity slid into place. His own magic brought his camera to his hands, and, with a moment of focus, he sat up, ready to capture the miracle he was about to witness.

Rarity turned to him, leaning away from the pole and letting her arm stretch out. For a moment, she just stared at the ceiling, her back arched to let her lean farther and farther, one of her legs rising as the rest of her fell. She then let go, causing Feather to gasp, before her foot hooked onto the bar, and she pulled herself forward.

A wide smirk was on her lips now as she slammed into the pole. The sound of buttons snapping off brought Feather’s eyes to her blouse, and he could see the bottom and top ones were gone. Oddly enough, they hadn’t seemed to fly at him, even though they should have.

Rarity slid down the pole, her smirk fading as she began to breathe heavily, as if winded by the impact. To betray this though, her mouth opened wide, her tongue flicking out of it, before she bit into the black, fishnet stocking on her leg. As she lowered herself, the stocking came with it. Feather stared at the show of flexibility, amazed by her contortionist level of skill, watching each centimeter of new flesh to be shown, not noticing how Rarity planted her hands on to the ground.

In one, quick fluid motion, Rarity pushed herself up, but not right. Instead, her legs threw themselves over her head, flinging the stocking behind her, while the hoofshoe flew straight above her. While upside down in a handstand, Rarity winked at Feather, before she let her momentum carry her and she landed almost standing. When she was fully upright, one of her hands slowly reached out, catching the errant shoe.

Feather smiled to himself as he noticed that the other stocking was gone too, along with her shoe. It made sense of course. It’s not like Rarity was a professional, so a mistake like that wasn’t beyond her. Rarity put no emphasis on it though, keeping attention to her hand and chest as she moved the shoe in her hand closer to her blouse. Using the side of the shoe, or, more specifically, its decorative points, she slowly drew it across the button, slicing it off so only one kept her blouse together.

Rarity hooked her leg around the pole, which was now behind her, and did a slow turn around it. In the process, a slight tearing could be heard, and Rarity, feigning surprise as well, jumped away from the steel rod, only to find her vest to be sticking to it, and tearing itself off of her in the process. For a moment, she stood there, red in the face, arm over her chest, before she straightened her back and frowned at Feather.

When she moved her arm to her side though, she subtly undid the last button on her shirt, and pulled it open. Beneath the blue blouse was a the same, silk, black bra that she’d been wearing when he first walked in. Or, so he assumed from the pattern that matched the underwear he’d seen. It did a wonderful job of lifting her breast up, contrasting with her white fur, and just barely not allowing her sneaky teat to be seen.

Rarity rolled her shoulders back, slipping the blouse off of them as she walked around the pole. For the moment, all Feather could see was her pillow of an ass as it swayed back and forth, and her hands as they tugged and pushed the skirt, teasing it down so he could barely start seeing her panties.

Rarity glanced back at him, her tongue running along her lips as her eyes fluttered at him. She leaned back against the pole, one of her hands slowly coming up and undoing the clasp to her bra. As it fell, much to Feather’s surprise, she rose.

Rarity’s hands had gripped the pole while he hadn’t been paying attention and now, with a bit of magic to help, she lifted herself up, once more bringing herself to be upside down. This time however, it wasn’t only for a moment.

Feather assumed that it was only magic keeping her chest from covering her face, instead allowing them hug the pole as she smiled at him. They bounced slightly, but then they became still, only jiggling slightly as she moved her lower half. He could just imagine a whole crowd of guys not even noticing her legs when they had two glorious mounds to gawk at.

Rarity’s sweat was the only thing that showed how hard this was on her, because she moved like she had all the time in the world. One of her legs came down, stretching the skirt as she managed to slip it right through. Before she let it just stretch out, she instead used the free foot to bring the skirt all the way back up and off of her other leg.

This time, she did fling the article of clothing to him, smothering Feather’s vision for a moment. When he looked back, her legs were wide open, straddling the bar as she forced a smile to her face. Despite the silk panties, everything was on display. From her bouncing breasts, to her soaked thighs, and the pink lips that currently kissed and suckled on the bar.

Rarity slowly lowered herself, crawling along the stage slowly as inch by inch she came back to the ground. She kept herself low, her bosom pressed and dragging across the hardwood. Her body shook and trembled, her thighs staying spread part so as to never hid an inch of her. Just to sell the ecstasy she was trying to show in all of this, her moans echoed across the boutique.

Feather grinned, knowing that nopony would tell that her sweat was from exertion, instead of arousal, after this.

Rarity finally stopped as she got to the end of the stage, maybe centimeters from simply crawling off. She slowly moved her legs around, pushing herself up at the same time so her breasts bounced and jiggled. She even went so far as to cup an arm underneath them, pushing her large, soft bosom directly towards him as she let out another moan.

To finish it all, Rarity’s horn finally glowed with its magic, and began to peel off Rarity’s panties. It wasn’t as slow as other parts of the show, but it didn’t need to be. Instead, it kept up with her words, especially so, when she was done, her leg extended the completely soaked undergarment to Feather. “So, do I get the job, my liege?”

Feather smiled, taking the underwear in his hand, before he stepped closer. One of his hands gently cupped her breast, while the one with her panties cupped her cheek. A shiver ran through him, and he thanked the ring for taking a picture of this, as she leaned in and sniffed her own juices. He then nodded. “A hundred times over, yes. Though…” he said with a smirk, “we’ll need to work on your pole work. There’s so much more you could have done.”

Rarity smiled wide at the thought, before she bowed her head and whispered, “My pleasure, my king.”

Feather smiled a bit wider. “Now, why don’t I give my wonderful designer a bonus for being hired on?” He reached down, pointing his cock towards Rarity, and only now noticing how stiff he’d become. He would need to work on focusing on other things then his work, or else he was going to blue ball himself one of these days.

Not that he actually had much to worry about, not with Rarity eagerly licking her lips as she leaned forward. Her eyes were on only one thing, and when it sprang out, she cooed in excitement.

Her hands danced around his throbbing member, tracing the veins that pumped throughout it. She’d felt it inside her, sure, but now she could taste her king, and be about as humiliated as possible by him. To serve excited her, and she’d been all too happy to be his naughty maid.

Her lips slowly traced along his shaft, teasing and pecking it as her thumb came up to his tip. It pressed lightly against it, simply to tease it a bit more, especially as she began to slowly move it clockwise while her mouth kept it in place. A pulse of shame ran through her as she took a deep sniff of his musk, her body shaking in the euphoria of her king’s scent. She was teasing him just so she could have more time with his member. That wasn’t right.

Feather bit into his lip as she worked to set things right. Her tongue came against his testicles, quickly getting a taste of them, before she began to suck and lick on his shaft. He swore she had to have a foot long tongue for how it could coil around him. It pulled, pressed, and teased unlike almost anything he’d fucked before, and he was definitely going to need to find out where she learned all this from so Zippy could learn it too.

He had to hold back though. He couldn’t cum before she was balls deep around his cock. That’s when it would feel the best. Not while she was still kissing his shaft.

But would it make the best picture?

For a moment, the world around Feather stopped as he thought about it. Sure, her gagging on his cum was a great thought, especially since he had a sneaking suspicion that she would drink every drop. But this was Rarity. This was a mare who never let herself get dirty, let alone have her face covered in cum. Could he really pass that up?

And, in his distraction, the choice was made for him. His balls had been ignored for too long, and now, without any sort of restraint on them. They let go, all too happy at the prospect of painting Rarity’s face, which was an apt description for what the long, thick, plentiful ropes of goo did as they splattered over Rarity’s features, blending in with her fur, and rained down on her hair.

Once more, it was only because of the ring’s magic taking his desires and getting the picture right then that he was able to add this image to his collection. This was mostly because, after a stunned moment, her hand shot forward, gripping his balls and raising Feather’s voice by a couple octaves.

Not that he could speak with her eyes right in front of him. They foretold of death, and the end of civilization itself. Her words were hissed out like steam, beating against his face as she said, “Don’t. You. Ever. Do that again. If you do, I’ll show you how close I can shave your balls when I have a carving knife!”

Feather nodded furiously to himself and made a quick, mental note. No matter how subservient, they’re still themselves, including all their possible anger, something he did not wish to bring about more than once.

Rarity let out a small sigh as he squeaked, and slowly let go. She shook her head, a touch of red coming to her as she placed her hands on the floor once more. “Sorry. You’re still my king, and I shouldn’t say such… rude things.”

Feather smiled, patting her on the head as he shook his head. “No, please do. It’s a lot more interesting than just getting what I think I want. Otherwise I would just summon the clothes my girls wear.”

Rarity grinned at that, poking him in the side before laying her head on her arms. “Careful what you wish for.”

Feather shrugged, looking away from her as excitement rippled through his body. Step one was now done, and in a way that was more than he could have wished for. Now he would ‘train’ a little, before getting the next part of his plan in motion. Danger be damned.