Simply Coco, Darling!
Chapter Seven: Leaking
-by Drace Domino

The ride home had been in relative silence, and Coco Pommel spent much of the trip trying to figure out why. As he sat in the passenger side with the fresh memory of Twilight and Sunset’s experiment still in his mind, the young man nibbled on his bottom lip while giving glances to Rarity throughout the entire trip. In between bouts of admiring her femininity and her outright beauty, he couldn’t quite help but worry that something was...a little bit off. Every time he pushed her for conversation, the woman’s responses were terse and short, as if she could barely summon the time to respond.

“So...Twilight and Sunset probably got plenty of information, huh?” It was an understatement, but also an attempt to cajole his mistress into conversation.

“Yes, they did.” Was all Rarity spoke in response, refusing to go deeper into the issue. She didn’t even give Coco Pommel a glance to the side, instead focusing on the road with her smooth, white fingers wrapped around the wheel. It was...disconcerting, to say the least. Typically when the two rode together affectionate contact was a given - Coco had grown accustomed to the feel of Rarity’s hand on his knee, or possessively gripping his upper thigh close to his lacy pink panties. He started to find himself growing jealous of the steering wheel; how did it deserve both of Rarity’s lovely hands on it, and not him?!

“What do you want to do tomorrow, Rarity?” Coco spoke up halfway through the trip again, trying hard to mask the emotion that was starting to well within his throat. “We...we can do anything you like, of course!”

“I don’t know.” Again, silence after her terse comment. They remained in overt quiet until they finally pulled back in to Rarity’s home, at which point the fashionista finally spoke again in simple and short fashion. As she turned off the ignition and reached into the backseat to grab her purse, she simply gave Coco a quick look with steely eyes. “We’re home.”

The sinking feeling in the pit of Coco Pommel’s poor stomach continued, even as they stepped out of the car and started the march back inside. Was his beautiful mistress angry at him?! Was she furious over what had happened earlier? He..he was just doing what he thought would make her happy! The silence continued to swell as they stepped inside and continued in the living room. It was only when they passed a royal red couch with velvet lining that Coco Pommel couldn’t hold it in any longer, and he finally called out with a sharp voice that was clearly on the verge of tears.

“Mistress, why are you mad at me?!” The verge broke almost instantly, and Coco could already feel walls of tears escaping the corners of his eyes. He was directly behind Rarity who froze in place, her shoulders tensing and her entire body going rigid. Coco pressed his hands together in a pleading fashion as he stepped in a little closer, more and more emotions bubbling to the surface. “Please, Mistress, forgive me! Whatever I did, I’m sorry! I just want to make you happy, Mistress, I do!”

Once more, Rarity was quiet for an agonizing moment. Though in reality it was likely less than twenty seconds, it felt like a horrible eternity to the feminine Coco as he stood there trembling in place. His beautiful dress; handcrafted by his mistress, felt like a second skin he wasn’t worthy of wearing. How could he enjoy the feel of lace and silk on his slender body when he knew that he had angered his mistress somehow? How did he deserve to look so pretty and feminine when she felt bad? Coco could feel knots upon knots twisting in his stomach as he waited for Rarity to speak, and when she finally did it wasn’t at all what he expected.

“Coco, I...I…” Finally Rarity spoke without turning to look at him, until finally her body erupted into movement. She flung herself towards the red velvet couch nearby, her ruffled purple outfit flexing around her body as she did so. As she crashed into the couch she grasped the throw pillow and held it under her chin, openly sobbing in a fashion that only Rarity could manage while still making elegant and sexy. “I’m a horrible Mistress…!”

Shock ran through Coco, and the young man darted to his Mistress’ side as soon as he saw her erupt in sadness. Sliding onto his knees near the head of the couch, he braced his hands on the edge and gazed to the beautiful woman he admired so much. Rarity feeling bad about herself was even worse than being mad at him, and instantly his tears shifted from self-concern to a sadness brought on by seeing someone he loved so much suffer. He didn’t even have the chance to speak before Rarity looked up at him, lines of mascara running down her cheeks. It was a look she wore often with her friends when she was being a shameless drama queen, but it was a rare moment when Coco saw such a look in private.

“Oh Coco, can you ever forgive me?!” Rarity wailed, moving a hand out to caress her young lover’s cheek. Instantly Coco pressed into it, blushing intensely merely from her touch. His tears continued to flow, by now catching Rarity’s thumb and sliding down to her wrist. “I...I treated you like a plaything tonight! Showing you off to my friends, bragging about you, I...I don’t deserve such a beautiful lover! I’m a muh-muh-monsteeeeeeer!”

As the pieces started to fall into place, Coco felt both a wash of relief push over him, as well of a surge of excitement, even arousal. Though his member stayed flacid and soft within his pink silk panties, the mere memory of what had transpired earlier that evening was enough to stimulate a very particular part of his mind. Those other girls watching as Mistress Rarity showed him off...presenting him as the feminine sweet girl he desperately wanted to be, it was hard to not think about without goosebumps rising on his smooth flesh.

“Mistress, it’s okay!” Coco turned his face to kiss at Rarity’s palm in rapid fashion, pressing a few sweet marks of delight to her ivory skin. He even folded her fingers in and treated each knuckle to a kiss, all while letting Rarity see his unwavering, wet eyes. “Please don’t cry!”

“But I was so cruel!” Rarity continued, her lower lip trembling for a moment. She hugged the pillow closer to her chin, and looked like she was once more on the verge of an outburst. “And the way I made you sit on Fluttershy’s lap the other day...why...why such a horrid creature I’ve been! I’ve treated you like some sort of trophy! And you’re just too sweet and gentle to rightly tell me to go!”

Coco Pommel had never been one to be bold. Even in his bravest moments, he was always the sort to watch as life happened around him and respond only when he absolutely had to. He wasn’t the sort to initiate contact unless a woman like his Mistress began it, even if it was what he desperately wanted with all his heart. That moment; however, forced even his timid, feminine frame into action. It was a stark bold move that he executed in that moment, but it had to be done. The fact that his mistress was weeping, suffering, simply couldn’t stand...and it was for that reason that Coco threw himself forward, wrapping arms around the beautiful Rarity and pressing his lips to hers with every ounce of love he could manage.

It was a chaste kiss; of course, even in such a moment of bold fury Coco Pommel wouldn’t of dared sneaking his tongue into Rarity’s mouth without her coming to claim it first. But that chaste kiss spoke of everything rolling through him in that moment; compassion and love, arousal and desire, and the strong bond that he felt with the woman that had made him beautiful. Rarity didn’t pull away and even soon moved to loop her arms around him, squeezing his body a little closer from her awkward belly-down position on the couch. It lasted a few mere moments, but when they pulled their lips apart their heads continued to linger near. With Coco’s lipstick wearing the faintest shade of Rarity’s in the aftermath, he spoke up with a brave voice that once again sounded almost strange from his throat. He wasn’t good at inspiring speeches, but this was one that demanded be spoken.

“...I loved everything that happened tonight, Mistress.” He whispered, still with tears down his eyes. His mascara had only by then started to run from them - it took his longer to smear and dilute. By design; of course, Rarity tended to wear cheaper mascara simply so her friends knew when she was upset, while she only ever gave Coco the very finest of quality. One of the many subtle things she did to make him the most feminine beauty he could be. “Showing me off to your friends, it...it was wonderful, Mistress. I felt so proud being your pretty girl! And...and in the car ride home, I was afraid that I had upset you. That I...wasn’t a good girl, or pretty enough, or...or…”

“Oh darling, you are simply perfect!” Rarity was quick to cut that line of thought quickly, not for a second willing to allow Coco to humor the notion he was anything but a flawless gem of a girl. She kissed him once more on the lips before nudging her nose across his cheek, smoothing away some of the tears as she did so. “You are my absolute angel, dear! And I couldn’t fathom a day without you! I was simply horrified that I had crossed a line, and that...and that you might not want to be mine after what I did!”

Coco Pommel once more felt a brave moment rushing into him - funny how his protective streak over his mistress could do that. He never felt anything close to jealousy when his mistress was playing with the other girls, but he would defend her to the end against the forces of sadness and self-doubt. With his hands moving to caress Rarity’s cheeks - careful not to smudge her mascara any more than it already had been - he spoke out in a voice that was increasingly bold, even going so far to suggest something intimate.

“Mistress, let me show you how much I loved being your pretty girl tonight.” He whispered, and even bumped their foreheads together in soft fashion. “Would you roll over for me? I want to do everything I can to make you happy.”

“Oh, my sweet Coco.” Rarity beamed, her eyes starting to shine with happiness at her lover’s words. She even pressed a few quick kisses over his forehead, nodding. “I’d be honored! Is there...is there anything I can do for you in return?”

Coco Pommel merely smiled, and nodded. If the last day had taught him anything, it was that even if his mistress was showing him off as a trophy...he enjoyed it. Quite a bit. And with his flaccid, sensitive member still tucked within his panties, he could barely remember a time he was so excited. It was strange...in his old life, feeling such intense arousal usually led to his member stiffening and growing, but now? Now his little unit was content staying soft and frail, yet still ultra-sensitive within the lacy barrier holding it in. Before speaking to his mistress and ushering her to roll over, Coco Pommel placed a tender kiss to Rarity’s brow and offered her a kind, loving smile.

“Mistress, while I please you...tell me everything.” He whispered, humbly. “Everything you want to do with me in front of your friends. No matter how naughty...no matter how dirty.” He smiled a little wider, with pride swelling up inside of him. “I want to know how you’d show off your pretty girl. It makes me happy to know you’re so proud of me.”

With that, Rarity couldn’t help but blush but smile nonetheless. With a gentle sniffle to signal the end of her dramatic tears, she gave Coco a tiny nod and started to roll over. Her voice was simple and sweet as she spoke, and took a long, deep breath as she prepared to open the floodgates.

“...you might be shocked to hear some of it.” She admitted, and tenderly bit on her bottom lip while looking her beautiful friend over. “But know that any filthy thing that pours from my lips comes from a place of love.” She once more let her fingers drift past Coco’s forehead, brushing aside some of his soft, sea green hair. “You have to love someone very much to want to show her off as much as I do you.”

Coco Pommel had never been prouder, and stood up on trembling knees to prepare to service the woman he loved so much.

***

Even once Rarity had laid flat on the couch, Coco Pommel wasn’t ready to tend to her just yet. Oh, he desperately wanted to in the heat of the moment, but as the young man had gently observed his dear mistress deserved the very best of attention, and that meant taking the time to clean up and get changed. After all, how could he hear stories about what his mistress would do with a pretty girl if he didn’t do everything in his power to fit the words? It was with butterflies in his stomach that Coco excused himself to freshen up, and a mere ten minutes later emerged all the more beautiful and feminine.

As he rounded the corner, Coco found that his mistress had similarly cleaned up in the time he was gone. She laid there now almost completely naked; stripped of her dress down to nothing more than a pair of nylons that hitched at the center of her thighs, connected to a garter belt loosely hanging at her waist. She hadn’t bothered to wipe away her smeared mascara or even fix her hair - it was important that Coco saw the raw emotion on his mistress’ face even in such a tender moment. As she laid there her cock was hanging free and ready for Coco’s promise of attention, and it was feeling rather robust considering all the things Rarity had been thinking about. Her slender little pet had tasked her with brainstorming of all the dirty things she would do with him in regards to showing him off to her friends, and the fact that her cock was so stiff, eager, and firm was proof that she had plenty of thoughts on the matter. That ivory member stuck straight out of her lap; showcasing every inch of equine glory, from the flat tip glistening with precum to the heavy sack hanging underneath. The shaft that Coco had gone to bed dreaming about, the shaft that was nearly the size of his forearm, if not better. The shaft that he was eager to worship with every inch of his body.

“You look simply ravishing, darling.” Rarity whispered as she laid eyes on her lover as he rounded the corner, and licked her lips in pointed fashion. “If you hadn’t already agreed to spend so much time pleasing me, I’d ask you to do just that right this minute. Such a beautiful, beautiful girl you are.”

Words that meant more to Coco than ever, now that he stood before her in the cutest, most feminine garb he could manage. He had taken the time to clean himself up; to straighten his sea green hair and even pull it into matching pigtails that sat low on his head. He had wiped the mascara from his face and even applied new lines to his eyes, helping to give him a smoldering look that set perfectly on his lovely features. He had even taken the time to reapply lipstick - though it was a different brand than he usually used. It was a perfect match to his sea green hair, and he took a page out of Rarity’s playbook with her cheap mascara. He had used a slightly off brand lipstick for one simple purpose; it would leave kiss marks wherever he decided to lay his lips.

Fashion-wise, the young man didn’t disappoint as he stepped closer to Rarity. He wore nylons that travelled to the center of his thighs just like his mistress, though his were a delightfully bright and girly pink, and instead of connecting to a garter belt they had a strap of silk embroidered into the band, tied into an elegant bow with tapered ends that curled in cute fashion. A matching bra was strapped across his flat chest, and though he didn’t fill the undergarment like some girls could, he still looked sweet and cute in it. Sparkles and sequins were marked across the pink fabric and it swept across his back with three spaghetti strings, each of which Rarity could enjoy the sight of as he did a slow twirl to show them off along with the smooth, bare flesh of his pale rump.

A silk choker helped the ensemble; similarly embroidered with expert skill. Two straps were stacked two inches apart while a lacy fishnet connected them, the entire thing nearly covering Coco’s throat in feminine fabric. Onto the top strap the word “Delicate” was stitched into the lining, and on the bottom “Flower” was marked in the same sweeping, elegant script. Delicate flower...just like the one that stepped closer still to where Rarity laid.

No panties. Though Coco Pommel absolutely loved wearing them, loved the feeling of that soft fabric against his most private parts, Rarity deserved to see him in his limp, flaccid glory. His small unit was practically hiding within the sheath as he approached, but it wasn’t for lack of arousal. In fact, he could hardly keep his senses in check and his skin was crawling with delight. Despite all of that his member still didn’t grow, still didn’t show his pleasure. A small package of pale flesh, which Rarity soon noticed had an adornment all its own. Yet one more strap of silk tied very loosely around the base, and connected to it a mesh fabric that ensased both sides of his tiny sack. The same material and design as his choker, and as such it wore a single word across the stitching -

Princess.

“...you...could not be any more exciting to me right now, dear.” Rarity whispered as she took in the sight, looking up and down the feminine package that was intimately offered to her. From pigtails to choker to nylons to the word “princess” marked across his lacy sackcloth, it was deeply and desperately hard for Rarity to not ravage Coco right there on the spot. With the hand of a mistress she gestured to the spot beside the couch, and spoke with a tightening throat. “Tend to me, and I’ll tell you everything.”

“Yes Mistress.” Coco Pommel whispered, and did exactly as he was told. His delicate knees found the carpet beside the couch, and his hands moved out to wrap around the base of his mistress’ shaft, drawing it slowly near his mouth. Before his lips were too busy spreading kiss marks all over that ivory length, he offered the other woman one more sweet admission - one more promise of his adoration. “If I’m any girl at all, Mistress...I’m your girl.”

Rarity cooed in pleasure at the thought, and watched with delight as Coco’s tongue trailed past lipstick-clad lips to give her a long, lingering lick.

Unlike Coco’s soft, small package, Rarity’s cock was anything but. It stuck firm and hard within his grip as he started to work, making constant eye contact with the woman as he kissed, licked, and squeezed his mistress in all the ways he knew she liked. Already a few sea green smooch marks were pressed against her ivory flesh, and he had slid his fingers up to the tip to collect her precum and glisten it across the entire length. That equine length had been intimidating and almost frightening when he had first seen it, but now? Now tending to it was as natural to Coco as the feel of lace and silk against his skin. That it to say, a natural state that he couldn’t live without.

And Rarity, for her part, was quite happy to confess the deepest sins of her fantasies while Coco tended to her.

“I want to show you off to all of my friends, darling. And I want them to writhe in jealousy knowing that belong to me.” Rarity cooed, simply leaning back and letting Coco work. She didn’t reach out to control his actions, simply folding her hands behind her back and letting him do whatever his heart desired. Her cock was his plaything for now - at least within the parameters of pleasing it. “I want Applejack and Rainbow Dash to beg me for a chance to play with you. And I want Sunset Shimmer and Twilight Sparkle to work together to suck me off just to be allowed to have time with you.” She offered a slightly mischievous smile, and licked her lips in pointed fashion. “...I’m the generous sort, as you know, so I’d certainly give them what they want. But they would have to show me they deserve even a minute of your mouth.”

Already, Coco could feel himself get more excited at the prospect. It was thrilling enough to know that his mistress wanted her friends to see him, but that she would make them earn his time was all the more heartening. The idea that he was worth their efforts...the idea that he was a valuable commodity to them...it spoke to a very visceral part of his nature that gave him goosebumps. Moreover was the fact that Rarity was so protective, and that she wouldn’t rent out her pet without someone properly and fully earning it.

“Fluttershy is a different story.” Rarity cooed, watching as Coco kept licking. Her member throbbed again within his grip, and she took a deep breath when she witnessed him do his best to stretch his mouth around the tip. It was a struggle, but soon she could feel his tongue battering back and forth against the slit at the head of her cock, as if begging for his mistress’ cream to wash over him. “I want to share you with her, Coco. I want to watch you service both of us like you’re servicing me now...and I want both of us to press our cocks to your cheeks and make them scrunch up in the cutest of ways.”

“...oh gosh, Mistress…” It was all Coco could say at such an image, his hands openly trembling as he worked. With no more words he lowered his mouth and scooped up Rarity’s sack, starting his wet work of kisses and licks to worship it just the same.

“When you can reliably handle one of these inside of you-” Rarity gestured to her mammoth cock, as if she needed to point it out. “-I want to spitroast you with Fluttershy. I want to slide into your pussy as Fluttershy takes your mouth...and after we fill your little holes with cum?” She groaned in pleasure, and Coco could feel her sack churn within his grasp and under his lips. “I want to switch places, and do it all over again.”

“...Mistress…” Again, his words were barely for little more than letting her know he was listening, and that he was trembling upon every word. He kept sucking and slurping at his mistress’ cock, one hand sliding up and down the shaft while the other cradled her sack. She was close to her first climax; he could tell, and his hunger for her cum was outright desperate.

“And...and when we were finished filling you up…” Rarity was writhing now, her eyes shutting and imagining the scene within her mind. Coco, doubly stuffed and filled from both ends, his mouth and boypussy simply drooling cum from two cocks. “...I’d dress you in the frilliest little maid outfit, and ask you to clean up the mess…!”

It wasn’t surprising that it was thoughts of a girly maid outfit that finally made Rarity cum, and Coco Pommel knew her well enough to be ready for it. When her member started to erupt he turned his cheek to catch the first blast, and then slowly turned his head above the tip of the woman’s throbbing length, making sure that it had an opportunity to paint every bit of his face. Both cheeks, across his nose, and naturally filling his sweetly opened mouth. Rarity’s sack churned harder and harder as her member kept throbbing, and soon Coco Pommel could barely keep it steady as the cum kept pouring forward. By the very end of it all he was something of a mess - dripping with white from his cheeks and lips, his hands covered and even his shoulders marked. The “delicate flower” embroidery on his throat was completely covered and obscured with cum, and even after unleashing all of that it was clear that Rarity still wasn’t finished. Her cock, still throbbing, was clearly ready to unleash another load. And as for Rarity herself…

“...and...another fantasy of mine…”

Coco Pommel’s mistress wasn’t done yet. Not even close. The elegant little thing quickly scrambled to keep his mistress happy, knowing full well he’d have to do it while dripping in her essence. He could hardly believe just how fortunate he was.

As it turned out, the slow servicing of Rarity that evening turned into a long affair. Her cock was rather demanding that night after the emotional outburst that the two had shared, and it took some time for Rarity’s length to be fully milked of every drop of cum. Not that Coco minded; of course. Every mouthful of his mistress’ cream that he gulped down was another warm sensation in his belly, and he delighted in rubbing it into his skin to ensure the smoothest shine. And as he licked her, jerked her, or even sat on her lap and trapped her cock in between his thighs, Rarity confessed of all the dirty things she would do with Coco Pommel when he was ready.

And there were...a great many things. Coco Pommel couldn’t imagine an arousal greater than he felt that night hearing about those sweet and hungry promises, knowing that they weren’t pure fantasy - they were predictions. Things that Rarity would absolutely do with her little lover whenever he was ready, things that would transpire when their relationship had developed further along the line. Coco Pommel wasn’t merely going to be Rarity’s sweet little pleasure pet, he was going to become her slut...if such a thing was possible while being a pampered feminine cutie as he was.

“...you’ll be blindfolded, so you won’t know...won’t know which one of us is inside of you…” One of such whispers that Coco heard while Rarity confessed, all under the weight of his pleasing actions to her length.

“...I know we’ll be in a public dressing room, but I’ll still ask you to be as loud as possible while Sunset’s inside of you…” Even more whispers, complete with the mental image of Sunset Shimmer’s amber cock sliding into his tight, inviting boypussy.

“...and we’ll watch you drink every drop of a milkshake made from six girls’ cum…” Rarity squirmed as yet another climax began to shiver through her. “...and we’ll save enough for you to pour in a thermos for tomorrow’s lunch at class…”

In the end, Rarity had four thrilling orgasms, and each one soaked both her lover and the couch where she was sitting. Poor Coco Pommel had been painted again and again in his mistress’ cream, hair sticky and flesh wet, with barely a single corner of him untouched. Rarity had cum on his face, on the smooth fabric of his lacy nylons, squarely across his flaccid unit, and most scandalously pointed directly at the tight button of his ass - something for him to enjoy in a warm, squishy delight between his thighs. Coco Pommel had gotten more and more creative as he serviced his mistress, switching between sucking and jerking her to grinding her length between his thighs, cradling it to his chest for a small but intimate titjob, and even letting his own lacy-clad sack rest on her tip to show just how big she was compared to him. The end result was a very sticky and satisfied mistress that looked up from her stupor with a smile on her face, and moved a hand out to brush fingers across Coco’s soft, blushing cheek.

“...darling, this was the most marvellous evening.” She cooed, and let her eyes dance down to Coco Pommel’s own length. “Though I fear I’ve been most selfish. Let me tend to you now, darling. It shouldn’t take long…”

“N-No, Rarity, that’s okay.” Coco Pommel smiled, resting on his knees at the foot of the couch. His little package was still as limp as ever, even though just the touch from his mistress was enough to give him joyful, horny butterflies in his belly. “What I’d really like, Mistress? It’s...it’s to just be held by you. All night, if you would. I just...I really want to be close to you right no--ooohhh!”

Coco Pommel got his wish as his mistress swept in; showing more movement than she had the entire time during the worship of her cock. She wrapped those ivory arms around young Coco’s body and pulled him close, crushing his slender figure to her own, letting him feel the full shape of her bare breasts, and pressing her face down to give him an affectionate kiss on a sticky, cumstained cheek. As she held him close Coco trembled in a joy he could barely place, and the emotion of the evening quickly started to overwhelm him.

From Twilight and Sunset’s, to that horrible, horrible car ride home...to the moment of grief of seeing his mistress sad on the couch...to the hours-long worship of her equine cock. It had been a very long and eventful day for Coco Pommel, and it was filled with many peaks and valleys, many tears and smiles. He was ending the night on a positive note - cumsoaked and held close - but it was still a long day and his poor little heart was exhausted from the roller coaster. And when Rarity finally spoke again with her arms so tight around him that he could feel her heartbeat, he simply couldn’t take any more.

“...my beautiful, precious, pretty girl.” Rarity whispered, her hand sliding down his back and her body squeezing closer still. She said the words as if she somehow knew just what they were going to do to him. “My delicate flower princess. My pink and green pastel beauty. My elegant little angel.” She said the words sweetly and softly, echoing with emotion and praise. As she spoke one of her hands even lowered to tug one of Coco’s nylons back into place, and then smoothing her fingers down it so it didn’t stay wrinkled. “...the cutest, sweetest, most feminine lover a woman could hope for.”

Coco Pommel couldn’t handle any of those words, and they broke him in the most delightful way. His tears returned from earlier in such a fashion that it made his mascara run once more, but this time the tears were of profound joy that began deep within his sensitive heart. And at the same time, completely without his own volition or any sort of contact, his tiny, soft length started to hit its peak.

It was an unusual feeling, but he definitely knew that he was quivering in orgasm. His cum was dripping and dribbling out of the tip of his precious little package, leaking down and striking Rarity’s impressive horse length with a splat, splat, splat. The dripping of his soft member was a mirror to the tears that ran from his eyes, both brought forth through an immense measure of arousal and emotion that rocked through him at every breath.

And Rarity, realizing as much, only held him closer to keep it going. Her fingers worked into his hair and gently untied his pigtails, her lips pressed again and again to his forehead, and her words continued in soft fashion.

“...I’m so lucky to have such a beautiful girl in my life…” She cooed, tending to Coco at the end of a very long day. “And those other girls will be lucky if I ever let them touch my precious, pretty treasure. So sweet...so delicate...I love you so much, my pet…”

Her words did nothing to stop Coco’s crying, but she wasn’t trying to. Each time she spoke it only seemed to draw more tears and weeping cum from his length, just as more joy ran through him. It was a high point of Coco Pommel’s life to be sure - a moment in which he felt more loved, more adored, and more appreciated than ever. Rarity had seen the girl within him, treated him as such, and doted on him with every word and every touch. She was a kind mistress that asked a lot of him in the form of her enormous cock, but in the same breath would protect him from anything that dared hurt him.

She would always hold him close, no matter how tired and sticky he was from servicing her. She would always straighten his nylons and fix the seams. She would always smooth his hair down, kiss his brow, and whisper what a pretty, delicate flower princess he was. She would love him for who he was, and she would not relent in her adoration.

As Coco’s length continued to leak white and let it drip to Rarity’s length, the fashionista pulled her darling all the closer. One hand soon settled under his rear while the other scooped around his back, holding him as near as she could manage as he wept from eyes and tip alike. Her words finally helped usher Coco Pommel to sleep - a satisfying, heartwarming sleep like he had never known before.

“...I will always love my pretty angel pet.” Her voice cooed, in absolute doting adoration. “And I’ll always dress her in the fanciest outfits I can design.”

End of Chapter 7.

Author's Note

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