HCQ: A Forgotten Delivery
It was already mid-summer and the hot weather was already hitting it's peak, shimmering the land in waves of uncomfortable heat. Everyone was out and about trying to stay cool as best possible, though for some it was quite difficult. Public pools, private pools and even the beaches were packed with anyone that were lucky enough to be able to enjoy the sunny weather in some sort of water at least. For one of the mane girls however, Rarity was busy keeping herself busy at her small home-side boutique.
It was a small shop, but it was big enough to house everything the fashionista needed. The indigo haired beauty wasn't in the main floor of the shop, but instead, in one of the back rooms. Even inside her boutique the temperature was quite high, while the air conditioner wasn't working; unfortunately for her. Sweetie Belle was out, hanging around with her friends at the beach, who were being supervised with Applejack.
While Rarity was in the back room, she was modelling her newest line of lingerie infront of the mirror. This was suppose to be a new line to go with her summer fashion. Rarity sighed as she worked at fitting the garments, as she stood infront of the mirror.
"This is strange... I could have sworn these garments fit me last week."
Rarity whined, running a few fingers around the lining of the panties she wore - everything that she was wearing, was stuck tightly to her curvy frame. Another sigh escaped her lips, staring at herself in the mirror - admiring the black lingerie that stuck beautifully to her body. Her womanly bits leaking slightly against the tightly bound garments.
"Goodness... have I really put on weight?"
Working under the sun wasn't something that Big Mac was unaccustomed today, but today was something of a scorcher even for a 'work horse' like him. He rather envied his sisters and their friends today, frolicking out along the beach, some of them clad in little else but a few strips of cloth...well, it was plenty to get distracted over, but he wouldn't be dissuaded from his responsibilities.
With his siblings gone, his workload was a bit increased today, though they promised him that they'd make up for it later on. But by the afternoon he was already working up a good sweat even driving the truck with the windows open or AC on full blast, though it'd be the last stop until heading home for dinner.
The last delivery to make was, surprisingly enough, four bales of hay to Rarity's home. Not a surprise that she had a lot of work done in her little house boutique, but no one figured her for much of a farmhand, though she'd explained it as needing the hay as props for a country-styled photo shoot next week.
Reasonable enough of course, and it wasn't too hard to carry the bales from out front of her house to the backyard, done in all the space of five minutes. But despite the fact that he saw her car in the driveway, he didn't see her on hand to greet him. Couldn't hurt to step inside of course and let her know he was done.
"Hello, Rarity?", pipping up and knocking lightly on the door, before finding the door knob unlocked. Accident? Probably, but he didn't want to leave without letting her know. And for someone his size, he was surprisingly good at staying quiet as he explored the cozy house for any signs of her, though figuring he might wash up a bit in a bathroom before leaving. But then there was a familiar voice, talking to herself obviously, and sounds coming from behind a slightly cracked-open door.
Just a quick, curious peek was enough to have him clamp his jaw and stay quiet, almost ready to creep back and make a quiet exit. But then again...this was an interesting opportunity, wasn't it?
While she was completely unaware of Big Macintosh's entry to her workshop, nevermind her actual backroom - where he was peeking through the slightly opened door. Rarity continued to twirl and pose infront of the mirror, it seemed that the poor fashionista wasn't at all happy that she gained some weight over the past week. It would make sense, considering the heat lately was driving her to ice-creams and refreshing lemonades.
Once more a sigh escaped her pretty lips and she'd pout while letting her eyes gaze up and down her figure as she stood there. Fingers reaching up and plucking at her bra, pulling it outward and letting it snap firmly back into place; which she'd release little audible noises.
"Oh! Aah! Gosh!", the indigo maned teenager would place both hands upon her hips, angling them as she made a kissy face.
"I suppose i'll just have to join Rainbow Dash on the track sometime this week... and of course cancel that tea-party with Fluttershy. But on the other hand... I still look fabulous."
She'd lean forward, bending herself toward the watching Big Macintosh while blowing a kiss to the mirror.
"Hot damn, you sure do.", Big Mac would quietly think to himself as he found himself peering in on one of his sister's best friends. Sure they were about as far apart as two people could get in terms of personality, very much form vs function, but he'd known Rarity since she'd been a budding freshman and just getting acquainted with the nuances of modern high school, still just as dramatic and confident as ever.
But she'd sure grown up in that time, and though he felt a pang of shame in realizing he was playing peeping tom on such a sweet girl like her, he couldn't fight the urge to watch a little longer as he swore she might hear his heart racing as he had himself pressed almost flat against the door to try and stay out of sight. But he wasn't exactly a master at stealth, and being so close to the door meant he wasn't paying attention when his pants started to tent on account of the thrilling scene before him... ultimately, his own erection betraying him as the bulge pressed up against the half-open door, just enough to have it creak slightly on its hinges and draw her attention towards a pair of wide green eyes staring at her from the doorway, looking just as shocked as her when he froze in place.
Rarity was merely having fun toying and displaying herself infront of the mirror, the girl was enjoying the sight of herself; as she always did. Rarity was a beautiful girl afterall. The girl decided it was time to get changed however, she'd spent enough time fooling around infront of the mirror. Reaching back with both hands, she'd unclip her bra and allow it to dangle from her shoulders and down her arms and finally; off and onto the floor.
A sigh of relief escaped her lips, the feel of that crushing bra removing from her chest allowed for a fresh breath of air to enter her chest. But her moment alone was immediately interrupted when she heard that door cracking and within an instant, she'd turn and spot that someone was there behind the door.
"Ugh?! W-Who is there, you pervert!"
Rarity rushed toward the door with such the blushing expression upon her face and immediately grabbed the door handle and whisked the door open like it were made of paper. Her expression changed to a softer look, that blush getting deeper as she stood there infront of Big Macintosh with her breasts in full display and only wearing panties down below.
"Big... Big Macintosh... I... I didn't hear you come in?!"
Rarity had a crush on the muscular farm-hand, but she was caught in such awe that she forgot to cover up - thus keeping her sizable bosom on display. With those perking pink nipples sticking out of those alabaster mounds.
No doubt Big Mac had often heard a lot about his sister, for as hard of a worker she was, plenty of boys had crushes on the well-tanned, toned, straight forward country gal even though their flirtations and attempts to be romantic with her often went right over her hat. And he kinda figured those were lovely traits to have.
But Rarity was something else entirely, the sort of girl who'd be careful with her nails in any sort of labor, but wasn't at all lazy or useless like many beautiful girls could be. She was just productive in her own prim, proper way, and from the elegant curl of her flowing violet hair, to those lovely baby blue eyes and her pale, gorgeous figure, it was easy to see why Big Mac might be among the guys who could stare at her for awhile.
Now he was staring at her in a way he'd never imagined outside his dreams, eyes wide and his body tensed as though ready to make a mad dash for it, especially as his eyes darted down to her bare, heaving bosom and back up to the blushed features over and over again. And truth be told, it'd probably be easy to do since she couldn't exactly chase him...but he'd been caught red-handed, and there was only one proper thing to do, finally tearing his eyes away even as a blush that wasn't a sunburn started to flush through his cheeks and face.
"S-sorry Rarity, knocked a couple times downstairs. Then I heard ya up here, and...", eyes darting back to her, instantly regretting it as his hands cupped his loins, keeping that heft bulge at least somewhat covered.
"Well, guess I saw somethin' I shouldn't have...and I apologize, I shouldn't have peeked like that.", though who would've been able to resist really?
The fashionista merely stood there infront of him and listened to what he had to say. Of course she shook her head and laughed nervously.
"Oh, it's perfectly fine! I-It's my fault for not realising where the time had went, um... please... I uh..."
It was then that Rarity raised an eye, watching his expression and noticing just were his eyes were venturing. When she noticed that, she quickly covered her bosom with both arms - hugging her breasts against her chest.
"Ap-Apologies! I should-wait..."
Rarity narrowed her eyes and peeked down toward the loins of the sturdy farmhand. "Have I caused an accident, Big Macintosh?" Rarity asked, slowly lowering her arms from her bust.
"Well... I do believe you owe me for that little peak." Placing her hands upon her hips. "Don't you think, darling?" She'd smirk, as if winning a grand amount in a final round of poker.
Despite most appearances, Big Mac was one of the sharper tacks in the box even if he was pretty quiet most of the time, but it was still a curious expression that crossed his features as she began to inquire about his new 'debt'.
"Pardon?", though his thoughts were racing about and it didn't take too long for him to figure out that she wasn't perhaps utterly mortified and shocked, not with the way she soon allowed him as good of a view as ever after trying to briefly cover her bountiful bosom.
"Well, no, not really....I'm still good, just, uh, ain't too decent right now either. And if y'want something from me for this trouble, well...", brow quirked slightly, less nervous himself now as he noticed the way she was looking at him.
Certainly not his first rodeo around with a gal, though he'd never expected Rarity to be looking at him like that, figuring she had an eye more for boy bands and the brainy sorts.
"...then I'm sure I can find something worthwhile for ya. What'd ya have in mind?"
It was pretty safe to assume that Rarity would indeed be interested in the more clean, intelligent type of males with her own pristine aspect. But one thing often drove her crazy, she always thought Applejack's big brother was very attractive and often when she visited the farm - she couldn't help but stare at him and watch how he carried around those tools with his burly, busking form.
Now was her opportunity to reap the benefits of being alone with him and that hot piece of country ass. The girl grinned and spoke up, even brushing herself forward and against him - taking a more assertive attitude with him.
"You saw me naked. You peeked you naughty boy, and now... you owe me for the intrusion. So I believe i'll give you a choice in the matter, I think it's fairly straight forward to answer too."
Rarity poked his chest with her dainty fingers, looking up toward the much taller boy. "Either I tell you little sister, Applejack. That you've been quite the bother and peeking at me while I've been changing clothes or... you can give me some of that family home cooking, you know, before my next customer comes in."
She'd smile, both hands already lowering and working at the boys belt - keeping her eyes focused on him, grinning with such a seductive gaze.
He thought for a moment, surprisingly, though he was the sort to weigh his decisions carefully. He figured somehow that Applejack would openly admonish him for such behavior, like 'some darn sneaky pervert', she'd probably say. Either that or she'd burst out laughing, he couldn't be entirely sure really. While he could deal with those, Rarity's request for 'home cooking' sounded surprising on the surface until he took notice of where her big beautiful blue eyes were turning as well, followed by her nimble, long fingers starting to work at his belt and zipper.
At least he wouldn't have to give up the secret recipe for apple cobbler he supposed, but didn't seem terribly shocked as his jeans opened up for her, and a wry grin started crossing his freckled features.
"Mm, guess I'll have t'go with option two. Hope you're hungry then.", sounding far calmer than he really was as he realized this was happening. Soon that towering manhood would be kept hidden only by way of his loose boxers, and he'd unbutton his shirt quickly, ending up really just yanking it open in the end to reveal firm, compact muscle and well-tanned flesh, just like what she'd seen at a distance when he'd been working around the farm with his shirt off, a light sheen of sweat still glistening over his skin.
And even though his hands were powerful and slightly rough from working the fields, as she'd seen him pushing along a stalled tractor by himself once, they were remarkably careful, curious as they settled upon her shapely hips and over that thin layer of lace covering her lower half.
The fabulous girl watched with careful eyes as to what his decision would be. When he spoke however, revealing his choice Rarity smiled. The girl watched as he popped open that farm boy shirt and revealed his toned, firm skin and body to her eager and thirsty eyes. Once more her face lit up with a crimson blush and her heart started to beat faster and faster.
"Oh goodness... I feel like the temperature just increased...", the teen would openly remark. But the moment he placed those firm, large hands upon her shapely hips - she'd tense up and shiver throughout her entire body. "I um... yes well, aha."
It was clear the girl went straight into nervousness again. Coughing slightly, she'd slightly avert her eyes and continue with her words.
"I suppose it would only be fair... if I let the gentlemen take control of the situation. I am a lady... afterall."
It wasn't everyday that someone got tossed around like a bag of seed, but that's exactly what happened to Rarity moments later. Not quite so roughly of course, but Big Mac showed no effort at all in the way he picked up her youthful, shapely figure and carried her back into her room before she'd be tossed lightly onto her large canopy bed with a bit of bouncing and creaking. Kicking his jeans and boxers off as well to reveal everything that he had to offer, more even what she'd dreamed of as that fat erection jutted proudly from his loins, looking utterly ready to pounce and ravish her right there like a brute as he crawled up onto the bed with her, a light, confident grin being all he wore now...but instead?
He'd kneel down and lean between her long, stocking-clad legs, pushing them apart there and taking a deep breath, inhaling her lustful scent mingling with her perfume, before drawing a long, affectionate lick over her lace-covered mound. Teasing her a with a few more such strokes before his teeth gripped at the crotch of her lacy panties and dragged them aside, making way for his lips to offer up a particularly passionate kiss to her heated nethers, lips and tongue being far more nimble for such a quiet fellow than she probably anticipated.
"Oooah!"
Rarity yelped out with a surprising cry as she landed on the double soft and comfy bed. Her eyes focused down over her features, watching the farm boy coming right toward her and with such vigor too. He was already off with those items of clothing and immediately over the top of her, he was quite large compared to her petite size.
It looked rather intimidating to say the least. Though when his hands and body caressed over her form, she'd gasp in such feminine tones and wriggle like prey beneath him. The moment her panties were nipped, tugged to one side; the girl would groan out with such words to help heed his efforts.
"Ooooh, you ruffian!"
Then came her adorable and squeaky protests as his mouth covered her tidy, well kept teenage sex. That tongue caressing her smooth flesh and beckoning cries from her as the pleasure went straight from zero to one-hundred. "Oooooh! Big Macintosh!"
Well now, he shouldn't have expected any differently as he saw that neatly-trimmed patch of violet adorning her lovely blushed mound, his rough palms lightly brushing along her sensitive inner thighs first as he freely licked, slurped and drank of her pleasure, that broad tongue gliding in long, slow strokes over her pink warm slit at first before delving into those silken folds, squirming and twisting around within her like a living thing.
A gentleman might have few words to say, but he'd sure as heck be able to inspire other people to make some noise, only moaning lowly into her heated depths as he continued to please the teenage fashionista in such a skilled manner. Her legs soon pushed up over his broad shoulders as he rose up from that bent-over position slightly, her lower body lifted up into the air in doing so, keeping her supported and her upper back, shoulders still on the bed.
Soon slowly plunging one long, thick finger into her snug, silken cunny while his tongue-tip sought out her bright little pearl, polishing it with careful circular strokes and kisses, those bright green eyes watching her intently all the while as he fought back his own lust a little longer...
There wasn't much that Rarity could do at this very moment. The fashionista was having her day completed at this very moment, something she didn't expect to happen was quite infact - happening.
The girl wriggled upon the bed, squeaking and squirming as that tongue within her sex continued to explore and touch all her naughty insides. The indigo maned beauty would groan out with such lovely moans as she felt that tongue soon be removed and then her body readjusted, causing her lower body to become hoisted upwards.
"U-Uh?!", Rarity was confused, naturally. But when he drove that fingertip inside, having it now squirm around and feel up against her insides; she would groan out again.
"Hnnnnaaagh! Oh! Oooooooh, by the gods...!"
Rarity chewed down tightly upon her bottom lip, groaning like a little slut in heat. Though the temperature was only getting hotter in here, beads of sweat starting to coat her precious and perfect little body while he had fun with it. The moment he touched her itty-bitty-clitty she would holler with pleasure.
"OOOOOAH! FFFFFF-UUUUAAAH!"
That was lovely, just like music to his ears. Sure he wasn't exactly a music critic perhaps, but he doubted anyone would have criticized the sound of Rarity's sonorous voice crying out in utter bliss and pleasure, her hands clutching at the sheets as her beautiful figure spasmed and squirmed against him, and he knew that he was certainly on the right path now as he kept her riding that crest of ecstasy for long as he could before she'd get too sensitive for him to carry on, allowing her hips to ease back down towards the bed and sliding her legs off his shoulders.
Taking a moment to admire the view of her panting, blushed, sweat-glistening body laying there. Being sure to wipe his mouth with his forearm before slowly laying down over her, hands propping him up as they planted on either side of her head, offering a deep, hungry kiss at her panting, full lips even while the flavor of her own nectar lingered. And as if that wasn't enough, the feeling of his powerful manhood was now pressed lightly against her flat, soft stomach, throbbing hotly as the tip glided down towards her womanly, bare mound, teasing the broad crown against her slick gash before spreading, pushing that fat fuckstick into her wanton loins, one veiny inch at a time, features finally cracking into a mask of focus and strain as her tight, hot walls started to surround his invading cock.
"Nnngh, there we go....h-how's that feel, hun?"
After he finished, she was able to get a breath of air. Her body squirming and wriggling from the after effects of that oral pleasure he was bestowing upon her petite frame. That didn't stop him from doing what he was going to do next however, with that, she'd endure that deep kiss he gave.
Allowing her full, perky lips to gladly embrace his own and mesh into them like they were the last lips on the planet. Indeed the girl could taste her own juices upon his lips, and by golly he made her slightly light headed; though that could have been the heat in the room too. However when he slumped over her, thick and muscular arms either side of her head - she'd squeal in excitement.
"Yes!", she'd call out. If only Spike could see her now. When Big Macintosh placed his dick against her sex, she'd tense up and await the sudden invasion and the moment it happened; she'd release such a horny, groaning moan that surely customers in the front room would have heard.
"HNNUUUAARGH!" Rarity arched her bed immediately, hands grasping at the sheets and even wrapping her legs around him - tugging him in furthermore and when he spoke, she'd gladly reply. "Th-That feels... astonishing... please... Big Macintosh... destroy me you utter brute you!"
She was a little more wild than he'd given her credit for. Not the last thing he expected, but she certainly wasn't a blushing shy virgin by the way her legs curled about his hips greedily, drawing him in until he'd plunged up to the hilt within her glove-tight, burning little sex, heavy orbs slapping soundly against her mound while the tip bounced lightly against her innermost depths.
"Whoa nelly...!", muttering more to himself than anything in surprise, especially with her generous, soft breasts soon mashed up against his broad, firm chest, giving her only moments to adjust to the sensation of being so utterly full and stuffed with cock before he began to drive that meaty pole in slow, yet powerful thrusts into her heated little honeypot, sending her figure bouncing delightfully beneath him while her stocking-clad legs were lifted and spread wide around him moments later, feet high in the air and over his shoulders lewdly.
One powerful hand gripping at her waist to keep her steadied as he pumped deeply, powerfully into her luscious figure, the other soon greedily fondling, squeezing one of her heavy tits, palm grinding atop the rosy pink nipple as its free twin bounced wildly at his increasing pace.
Rarity wanted him very much at this point, they already made contact and now it was time for him to fulfil his duties and repay her for the peeking.
"OOOOAHHH... it's... it's really in there!", the fashionista cried out as she grunted, feeling him fill up her vagina quite nicely. Though honestly, she was hurting abit but that was fine; she'd endure this moment. How often would such an event happen, and if Applejack found out? Well, she'd never live it down.
The little teenager could feel that full farm cock bash into her over and over, those heavy and full balls smacking against her backside as he pushed into her over and over with such vigor and passion. It was now that Rarity released that he wasn't wearing protection, but she didn't want this feeling to stop. She'd have to worry about that little issue afterwards, for now though, she was just going to have fun with this.
"Ooooo... Big Macintosh... you dirty bastard! Is... is that all you have for me? Your little Rarity?" She spoke out, hoping to tease him and really get him riled up. Though the thought of maybe provoking him TOO much never crossed her mind.
It'd probably confuse, disappoint her as he slowed down and stopped, panting heavily for breath as he was. Was he tired, or maybe she'd turned him off? Not in the least really, not in the way she'd soon find herself lifted once again as easily as a rag doll, this time carried from the bed over to the pedestal where she'd set either a mannequin or a model for her clothes upon, roughly tall as around her knees, but now it'd be something that he'd push her down over upon her knees, her hands and upper body pushed over that low pedestal as though she were some needy whore rather than the talented fashionista she presented herself as.
But the best part wasn't just the new position, it was the view. With four sets of tall, full-length mirrors provided to let her see her model from all angles, it now reflected the raunchy image of herself being bent over by the farm-hand stud as he lined himself back up and plunged his fat cock right back up to the hilt within her sex, grunting heavily before smacking the side of her plump ass with a open palm.
"There y'go now...now ah get t'fuck you like a real slut should.", one hand soon gripping at her shoulder possessively to drag her back into each frenzied, greedy slam of his hips, her ass bouncing wildly back against his pelvis with each impact, while the other continued to toy and roll about a heavy, jiggling breast in his palm, grunting and huffing right by her ear while she could watch herself being mounted, used by this usually-quiet, but now needy stud.
Of course Rarity paused and blinked when the momentum stopped. "Uh... why did you-?" Rarity paused with her words as she was picked up, taken hold of and carried away and over toward another piece of her working furniture. When Big Macintosh pushed her down over, she'd only have to look up and see herself in the mirror.
"Uh!"
The blush upon her face was at the limit. If anymore blood rushed to her face, her head would have probably exploded. At this very moment, she could see him standing right behind her and re-insert himself right back into her soaking, wanting minge.
"Oooooh!" Another groaning moan came from between her lips, then she'd chew tightly upon her bottom lip once again. The view infront of her was amazing, she couldn't believe that she was seeing herself like this. With that manly, sexy stud standing right behind her and pushing back and forth into her little fucking hole.
"Yes... yes... that's much better... uuuuuagh... i'm your slut Big Macintosh!" Rarity cried out. The girl was utterly soaked. Her body was loving everything that was happening, but the sight of herself getting fucked from behind and the view of his face as he made love to her was enough to push her to the very edge.
"Aaaarrruuuagh... i-i'm so close to coming...!" She moaned.
She looked more like a porn starlet or working gal than a trendy high schooler now, wearing lingerie that was bound to be stained in her own sweat and nectar, though at least it was just a working design, her features practically bright red and her curvy body bouncing back and forth against the furious jack-hammering that she was getting from the big stud behind her, plowing deeply into her fertile high school cunt like a beast rather than the gentle giant he'd been earlier.
Heavy balls smacking loudly against her dripping-wet mound, hands soon on both her hips to pull her back harder into each delicious thrust, his own freckled features bright red with effort and damp with sweat as he drew closer and closer as well.
"M-me too...! Fuck....ah, here it comes you little slut....!", though somehow he managed to keep his orgasm in check just a little longer, pulling her hips to a stop as his cock began to twitch almost violently, making to withdraw from her clenching sex, probably not the first time he'd played dangerously with a girl and had to pull out.
Rarity heard his words and felt her body swelling up with pressure in the bottom of her tummy, then when he pulled from her sex - she would feel her body react to that. Just before he pulled out, Rarity could feel the frantic throbbing and twitching of his cock within her; which just added more pleasure to her insides, which helped peak her over the edge.
The girl squealed out upon his exit and she'd feel her built up pressure suddenly release, sink so too speak and thus send out afew messy squirts against the male that was standing behind her so closely.
"YES! YEEEEEES!!! AAAAAAARGHHNNNNN!" Rarity squealed in such bliss.
Her poor garments were going to be ruined at this rate, but it mattered not. The horny fashionista was just served a delicious orgasm, waiting for the farm boy to finally let himself out in a fit of orgasmic bliss.
"Oooooooh! Come my darling... come and show me how much you enjoyed my body!"
Considering the circumstances, it was no wonder that Big Mac's aim was just a little off at first. The first gooey spurt splashing high up, right upon her lower back, though somehow he managed to turn that twitching pole downwards rather than giving her something to whine about if he got it in her hair.
But at least she'd still have a perfect view, several actually, of her country lover keeping his erupting organ aimed at her shapely ass and backside as he groaned and huffed, milky-white spurts painting the pale flesh of her ass and lower back an off-shade of the same color, smearing the ropes into her skin with the blunt, spurting tip of his mast as finally the flood began to subside into a dribble, her derriere a fine plastering of his seed while her slightly-gaping slit began to ease closed, trickling with her heated nectar.
"Whew...well that was somethin', wasn't it?", he'd remark between a soft chuckle and panting, kneeling down behind her and leaning over, tilting her head back to give a playful little kiss, though somehow another round didn't seem too out of the question.
The indigo haired beauty watched with awe in the mirror. Watching those messy squirts shoot from his farm boy dick, right out onto her back at first - which she merely shivered. Then came the second, third and forth and so on. The repeated and sticky shots landing upon her backside, milking up her backside beautifully and setting the stage for the second round.
When he leaned forward and kissed her, she'd shiver with pleasure and smiled at him after enjoying the short kiss with him. "Mmmn. Indeed it was darling, indeed it was. I just hope you've got more where that came from." She'd tease, wiggling her plush backside against him in a teasing manner.
It seemed they were both ready to go for another round. Then sounded the workshop door bell. It was a customer. A heavy and deep sigh escaped her lips, as she stared forward into the mirrors - looking up toward the farmhand.
"Typical. I finally find something fun to do today and it's interrupted. Ugh, it matters not... i'll be sure... to send Applejack another request for more farm supplies when i'm ready for my fashion shoot. I just hope... a certain farm boy will be willing to bring me it, hm?"
Rarity grinned as she bumped back against him lightly, allowing him to feel that soft ass wiggle once more against his sensitive flesh.
"Oh, don't you worry now... ah'll be sure ta bring twice the load next time..."
