Benefits of the Job

by Ivegotcats

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Slice of Life, Human, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Second Person, Rarity, Other
Length: 2065

You are Rarity's assistant at her fashion designing job. Sometimes she needs some assistance.

You are Rarity's assistant at her design job. You get her coffee, you take notes and schedule things, and you also help her relax.

Sometimes, "relax" takes on a certain meaning.

Fetishes:Futa, Ball worship/play, musk, sweat, blowjob, light breathplay/cum inflation, pony on human (I tried to be as gender ambiguous as possible, but it's most likely male)

I might write more chapters, but who knows. If I update, I update. For now, I'll mark it "complete".

Cover image is #1285802 on derpibooru, art by AugustBebel and is extremely explicit.

If there are any grammatical issues, just let me know.

Published 2016-11-01 03:50:02 UTC
Last updated 2016-11-01 03:50:02 UTC

Not a typical "desk job"

You’ve been working for Miss Rarity since you came to this odd land, populated by these creatures who are like the horses from your own dimension/timeline/planet/wherever you came from. The first thing you stumbled upon was this building shaped like a carousel. Rarity was the first pony you met, and she caught your eye immediately. Her pearly white coat with her shiny purple mane and tail, she just beamed with elegance as you walked into her boutique, with her red glasses and a measuring tape draped around her neck, staring at a mannequin shaped like a pony.

You two became fast friends as she learned what hands could do for her work, and threading needles with fingers (even your clumsy ones) was much easier than with her magic, weirdly enough. As you were now staying at her place, which turned out to have an entire office building below the ground level, you thought you would start working for her as repayment for lodging, food, and her making you clothes, since there weren’t any Gaps in Equestria.

But you never expected another part of the job, being Rarity’s right-hoof man. One morning, as you made your way into the bathroom to start your day, you ran into her doing something odd. She was…masturbating? But not in the…female way. As it turns out, Rarity was part of a small group of unicorns that had both sets of genitalia. So, in addition to her normal parts, she had an addition.

In sharp contrast to her white fur, she had a set of deep, ebony testicles, about the side of large oranges. In fact, her whole sheath was the deep black, with a pastel-pink horsecock that slinks out in times of…excitement. It was also pretty big. It dangled about 8 inches above the floor when soft (and she was close to 5 feet high), and had to be at about as wide as a can of soda. Ever since you discovered her “secret”, she has been wearing slightly more revealing clothes to work every morning. Which is odd, since most of the other ponies in the building didn’t wear clothes. But as Rarity always has to be fabulous, she bucks the trend.

Today, she wore a light blue blouse with a purple tie, she had a white tail wrap, which was just above her black mini-skirt, if you could call it that. It was more like a black strip of fabric that covered her plothole and vagina, as well as some of her cutie mark. But it was more about what it didn’t cover. Her plump, black balls were just below the end of her thigh, and at this point in the day, at around 3 o’clock, she was feeling a bit exhausted on this warmer-than-average day. She didn’t mind sweating a bit, as she has been working on a new line for Hoity Toity, and was not to be interrupted by anyone who wasn’t you or Hoity himself.

You poke your head in the door, just about to take your break,

“Miss Rarity? Anything I can do for you at the moment?” you pipe up.

“Why yes, actually. I have this list for you with a small set of errands that need to be done before the end of the day”
Rarity usually went past the normal 9-5 of the normal workday, and usually worked whenever she felt like it. So you were basically always on call.

You look at the list, and there’s one item that sticks out to you today: “Massage Rarity’s ass.”

“Darling, as for the third item on that list, I’m going to need to bump that “appointment” to…now. I’m feeling oh so stressed, and need to take a small break so I can power through to finish these last few designs.”

This wasn’t an odd request, per se, but as you opened the door fully and walked in, you knew it was going to be a different kind of massage that day. You quickly ran to your office and grabbed your bottle of “massage oil”, and walked back in, bracing yourself. Her pink member was simply hanging there, and you could already see a wet spot on the carpet in her office right below it, and could just make out a small string of something.

“Well, my wonderful assistant, let’s started, shall we?”

You nod, and take off your dress shirt, tie, and slacks and neatly hang them up on an empty garment rack, which are everywhere in this office. She is going to continue to work, as she likes to do during these “appointments”. You move behind her at her desk, where she is sketching something. You slowly grab the fastening on her skirt under her tail and slip if off, also going over to place it on a hanger next to your clothes.

You go to the door and place an “out to lunch” sign on her door, and lock it. You move behind the fashionista, and squirt a bit of the “oil” on your hands, and they each grab one cheek of her luxurious plot, and start to knead and work at it. Your thumbs making circles near the diamonds on each side.

“Excuse me, darling? While I know the list says “ass”, could we just move on to the important part. It feels wonderful, but it’s just teasing me at this point.”

“Yes, Miss Rarity.” You say, after swallowing and nodding slightly.

You grab a stool and sit down right in front of her plot, your eyes at the same level as your new target: her balls. Your first step is to cup them, one in each palm, as they get perfectly in your larger than normal hands. They feel heavy, like they’ve grown since the last time you’ve had an “appointment” of this kind. They feel damp, as there are beads of sweat all over her package. You can definitely smell it. You start to work your hands around the smooth skin of her ballsack. It’s definitely been moisturized, as you’re pretty sure she puts something all over her body to keep it that smooth. Your thumbs work in the same way as on her ass, thumbs rotating clockwise on each orb, switching to counter clockwise ever so often. You feel the skin stretching with every rotation, as you switch to a technique that looks like you are polishing them, as if they were the finest diamonds on the planet.

A splotch of pink catches your eye as you see her member start to work its way up towards her stomach, extending to the full 15 inches. You know you must be doing a good job, so you go to the next step. You scootch the stool closer, until your nose is almost touching them. You can almost feel the musk emanating off them, and you take a huge sniff in, taking in her essence, which is surprisingly feminine for such a masculine package. You breathe softly on it, and she shudders as your warm breath graces her testicles. You pucker your lips and kiss them, ever so gently. You move your lips around one globe, expanding and contracting your mouth in a wave of adoration, sucking the orb. You add tongue to it, lathering your saliva all over, tasting her salty sweat and the musk. This continues for some time, before switching to the other one. You start to see a constant drip of pre-cum hit the carpeting, so you know it’s a good job.

“Excuse me, wonderful assistant, we’re going to move on to the end now. I’m much too backed up.”

You oblige, and move the stool out of the way. She always wants to continue working, so you slink under her desk and move on to the piece de resistance. The pink shaft, now sticky from the precum, is ready. You look at it, the slit on the end staring back at you as her head begins to slightly flare. You grasp it with your hands, feeling the veins and the size, and move your head towards it.

You stick your tongue out and lick at the tip, doing your best to clean up the top before diving in. Her pre is salty, but sweet. You get hints of a salty caramel, which you’re pretty sure she magically alters that because of these occasions, as well as due to her weakness for sweet treats from the bakery. You savor the taste of it, knowing there is much more to come. You bathe the horsecock with your tongue, making sure to clean the tip and flare of her essence, as well as to smell and taste the musk she gives off.

You finally gulp, take one last breath, and dive in, making sure not to bang your head on the underside of the desk. You start with getting the head in, which is no problem at this point. You savor it, making sure to suck up and pre you may have missed. You start to move down, as your lips move across the surface of her dick, finding every vein on every square inch. You usually make it about halfway down, and that’s where you stop for now, starting to move up and down on her stallionhood.

“Oh, yes, darling. That’s just the spot. You’re so good at this.” She squeaks out, clearly not working anymore and just enjoying the pleasure.

You keep this up, moving your tongue across the head and sides on every trip up and down. But now, it seems your boss is really getting into it, as you feel her begin to buck. You start taking her dick even deeper, to the point where it’s hitting your uvula at this point. You don’t really have a gag reflex anymore, so it just serves as a distance marker now.

“Unf…unf…I’m…getting…closer…” she gasps out.

Your hands now move to the back of her thighs, so you can hold on and not keep flailing as she thrusts. You go deeper with each stroke, and she finally breaks the plane of your throat, lodging it in there, with few inches to go. Her balls start to smack your chin, wafting her musky scent towards you every time. Your neck starts to bulge with mare meat, and you brace yourself for the finale.

“I’m…CUMMING!” she gasp-yells, as she bucks for one final time, using her magic as if they were hands on your head, holding you down. She finally gets all 15 inches down as your nose hits the hilt and her balls smack you one last time as she holds them there. She locks her flare in your throat, and the wave comes.

The wave hits your throat and immediately moves into your stomach. It’s thick from the time she was pent up, and you can feel the viscosity. Like icing, it coats your esophagus and feels heavy going down. It’s a good thing you haven’t eaten yet today. Her magic keeps you close to her crotch, so all you know at the moment is white fur, musk, and cum. It pumps directly into your stomach, and starts to expand it. Your white undershirt stretches fine, and you’re glad you took off your dress shirt. It begins to inflate like a rapid pregnancy, and even though you’ve been altered with magic when you first arrived here, you still start to feel full. You also are starting to lose a bit of breath, so you hope she’s done soon.

After about a solid minute of her thick spurts, it finally tapers off. She removes her magic, and by now, you gasp for air as a small burst comes back out of your mouth and drips onto your chin and neckline. Her member falls out of your mouth and drools a little bit of her seed onto your face. You move your lips to the tip and suck out the last little bit, before sitting down, hands around your belly that looks like you swallowed a watermelon.

“That was excellent, darling. Go ahead to the lounger and take a break.”

You groan as you get up from under the table and fall on to the chaise lounge on your back, where you instantly fall asleep. Rarity levitates a blanket and pillow over you, as you drift off into a cum coma.