Horsedong Shimmer

Horsedong Shimmer

A Clopfic by FuzzyFurvert

Rarity hummed to herself as she put away her keytar into its case. Practice had been good. The session had even managed to produce the makings of a new song. It was going to need some polish, but she was sure Rainbow and Fluttershy could work out the kinks on the timing and vocals. The harmonies it called for from her keytar were simplistic, but lovely, and served as an excellent bridge from the deep strumming bass from Applejack to the high pitched caterwauling of Dash’s lead guitar.

She giggled to herself and zipped the case closed. It never failed to surprise her when their music triggered the transformations that lead to those adorable pony ears that sprouted from her head. While Princess Twilight had not come up with a full explanation of the phenomenon, she and Sunset Shimmer had kept up correspondence though that magical book, to discuss it.

Eventually, that lead to Sunset hypothesizing that the residual Equestrian magic from bringing that crown to their world was being called forth by the musical harmonies they were creating. Something about it had to do with the ponies from their world all bursting into song and dance routines without warning. The thought of that made her giggle even harder. It must be what living inside a broadway play would be like. Only with colorful ponies performing it all. Zippering the case close, Rarity stood up strait to look around the room for any loose items or junk left over from practice. Being a weekend meant they had no access to the band room at school, but thankfully Pinkie Pie had come to the rescue with a mostly empty separated garage they could use. Her family owned the building and allowed the group of girls to get as loud as they wanted on condition of keeping it clean.

Rarity frowned when she spotted a shiny foil wrapper on the floor not far from her. “Oh really, Rainbow, must you leave these powerbar wrappers everywhere?” She walked over to the offending bit of detritus and picked it up gingerly. This wasn’t the first time she’d found one and the inside of the foil tended to be sticky. “Honestly, you could have at least checked before running off. It’s a good thing I stayed behind and found it. Wouldn’t want the Pies to throw us out over your carelessness.”

Rarity sighed and took the wrapper to the back of the garage where they generally entered and left the building. There was a short hall there with space for laundry machines and a full bathroom, but most importantly, it was where the Pies kept the garbage can. It was one of those large plastic affairs with a heavy, hinged lid and cavernous liner. Which was a good thing, considering the amount of food wrappers, plastic cups, take out containers and other waste their group produced. Rarity gagged a little and made note to mention to Pinkie it was past time to take the bin to the curb for pick-up as she tossed in the powerbar wrapper. She slammed the lid closed again and turned back to grab her keytar when she noticed Sunset’s guitar propped against the wall next to the other girl’s backpack and the closed door to the bathroom. She was certain Sunset had left first, practically flying out the door as soon they’d stop playing. Sunset was even still glowing from the ponying-up transformation when speed murmuring goodbyes.

Rarity arched an eyebrow and walked over to the closed door. She paused a step away, listening for any sounds coming from the bathroom. If Sunset was in there, she didn’t want to interrupt things. But then again, it had been almost a half hour since practice ended and everyone else was long gone at this point. Nothing seemed amiss. She didn’t hear anything from the bathroom. Perhaps Sunset had, in the rush to leave, simply forgotten her things? Rarity shook her head. Forgetting one thing was a simple mistake, but everything? That seemed suspicious. Maybe Sunset did forget everything, but wouldn’t the girl have returned by now? Or maybe something was wrong? Rarity’s mind raced as she tried to put together whatever reason could have caused Sunset to just leave her things or keep the girl trapped in the bathroom for more than twenty minutes. It certainly wasn’t like Sunset kept herself in make-up like Rarity did.

Unable to think of anything, Rarity reached out and turned the knob on the door. She’d merely meant to check if it was locked. In her imagination Sunset was waiting patiently inside, having somehow locked herself in. She didn’t mean to yank open the door suddenly. But the door wasn’t locked. The door did open suddenly at her touch. Sunset was inside, but the girl was not waiting patiently. There was a brief moment, however, right before Rarity’s mind registered Sunset sitting on the toilet and forced her to avert her eyes that she took notice of a few things. Namely that Sunset was not using the toilet, her skirt still firmly in place, and that Sunset seemed to have something long and tube-shaped in her hands. But then they both yelped in surprise, Rarity looking away while Sunset bent double and fumbled her hands.

“Sunset!”

“Rarity!”

Rarity recovered first and pulled the door closed. Unfortunately, she was currently occupying the space where it normally stood and she stumbled awkwardly around until she could get it to sit fully in the frame. Double unfortunately, her stumbling on the bathroom linoleum left her on the inside of the room rather than the outside. She landed, back against the door, looking down at Sunset where she was hastily rearranging her clothing. “I...er...um...I’m sorry!” Rarity smiled nervously. “I was just...I was curious...I…” Her mouth opened and closed several times, sounds completely unrelated to words tumbling out. Finally, she settled on, “There was trash.”

“What?” Sunset swallowed, confusion twisting her expression into a grimace. She sat up slightly, pulling her skirt back down her legs toward her knees. The cloth stretched and she could feel it biting into the back of her thighs. “What are you doing, Rarity? I thought I was the only one here. Is the bathroom no longer sacred?”

“I’m sorry!” Rarity huffed, embarrassment morphing into irritation in an instant. “I was cleaning up and noticed your things in the hall. I was curious what could have you still here when you seemed like you were in a big hurry earlier.” She sighed, straighten up and smoothing her rumpled shirt. “I didn’t mean to barge in, darling, honestly! It was a mistake, but it’s not like I walked in on you using the faculties!”

“I practically was!” Sunset groaned and forced herself to sit normally, pressing her legs together to try and keep from presenting to her friend. “I might really have to now. You just about scared it out of me, Rarity.”

“Hehe...sorry. I truly am.” Rarity smiled again and took a deep, calming breath. “Well...surprises aside, what are you doing in here? Everyone else has left and it’s getting late.” She eyed Sunset, her smile fading. The girl was sitting oddly, tense and guarded. That made a sort of sense, but even more odd was the faint red glow coming off Sunset’s skin and the pointy pony ears sticking up through her hair. The same transformation had ended for Rarity almost immediately after their last set, the built up magic flittering off to who knows where and leaving her wholly human once more. Sunset, it seemed, was having quite the different experience. “Why are you still like that, Sunset? Is there something magical going on?”

“Oh yeah,” Sunset smirked, looking away from Rarity, “there’s something magical going on. Something I don’t understand just yet.”

“Should I call the girls? Do we need to get a message to Princess Twilight?” Rarity gasped, her voice growing higher pitched with each word. She would go through anything for her friends, even another magical adventure, but it seemed like these sorts of things were happening more and more frequently.

“No! No...nothing like that.” Sunset sighed, and laid her hands in her lap. Under her palms she could feel the warmth coming off her. “It’s...more personal. This time.” Sunset shook her head, struck with an uncomfortable idea. “I hope it stays that way too. I don’t want any of you to have to deal with this too.”

Rarity pushed off the door, their awkward position forgotten for the moment. She clapped her hands together. “Sunset! You don’t have to deal with...whatever is going on...alone! You have friends now. Friends that will help you, no matter what. Friends like me, Sunset. Just tell me what’s going on and we can come up with a way to make it right.”

“Oh you’ve helped enough already, Rarity.” Sunset blinked, clapping her hands over her mouth. She hadn’t meant to say that. She didn’t need Rarity to know about the part she’d played in Sunset’s condition. The way Rarity’s hair glittered in the lights of the garage, the way her loose blouse hugged certain curves when playing the keytar, or the way Rarity’s skirt rode up when the girl was getting passionate with the music they played. It made Sunset’s skirt tighter and without her hands in her lap to help keep it down, the cloth popped up into a tent in her lap.

Sunset looked up at Rarity, her eyes wide.

Rarity looked down at Sunset’s bulged out skirt, her eyes wide.

Silence reigned in the bathroom for the next minute or two. Slowly, Rarity raised one hand to point at the barely contained elephant in the room. “What. Is. That?”

“Uh…” Sunset waved her hands about for a second and then shrugged. “My...magic...problem?” She touched the bulge gently, pushing it down some. “It’s been going on for a while. Almost since we first started this magical transformation business. Normally it doesn’t affect me, but when...er...it’s like this, I can’t end the transformation until an hour or two passes...or I...well, you know.”

“You mean?” Rarity made a fist and pumped it up and down.

Sunset nodded solemnly.

“Why on earth is it like that now?” Rarity dropped her hands to her sides, eyes still wide and locked on Sunset. “What could have possibly caused that during band practice of all things? It’s just us girls here…” Rarity snapped her mouth closed. Sunset’s comment a moment ago about her helping played back in her mind. “Oh.”

“Yeeeeaaaahhh.” Sunset blushed. “I didn’t want to bother you guys with it. I’ve been handling the situation myself, so I figured I’d be able to keep this off the group radar. But today things were really flowing and we were having a great jam session. You were jumping around laying down those harmonies and your shirt kept shifting around so much I thought you were going to come right out of it, Rarity.”

“You mean,” Rarity gently pressed her fingertips to her lips, “that it’s my fault you’re like this?” She stared at the tight looking bulge in Sunset’s skirt, her breathing short and quick. “For all the effect the rumormill around school says I have on the boys...this is the first time I’ve ever seen an actual ‘pitched tent!’”

“It’s a little uncomfortable, Rarity.” Sunset sighed and waved at the bathroom door. “When it gets like this, I either wait it out or…” Sunset made a fist with one hand and jerked it up and down quickly. “So since I don’t particularly want to hang out in here reading these old magazines for another hour, I kind of need to take care of things.”

Rarity continued to stare at Sunset’s lap. It wobbled slightly with Sunset’s every movement, the peak of the bulge pressing the cloth of the skirt into a tantalizing hint at what lay underneath. The way it conformed and wrinkled suggested that either Sunset had a very interesting curve hidden in her lap or there was more pole than skirt to tent. Rarity wasn’t sure which possibility made her drool more.

“Uh...Rarity?”

Rarity blinked, hearing her name and looked up. “Er...yes, darling?”

“Are you gonna go?” Sunset raised an eyebrow. “I just said I need to take care of things.”

“Oh. Yes...of course.”

“Lock the door on your way out. I don’t need anyone else walking in on me.” Sunset sighed again and grabbed the hem of her skirt, waiting for Rarity to leave the bathroom and let her get some relief.

Instead, Rarity continued to stand there and stare.

Sunset was about to say something again when Rarity seemed to break whatever spell had come over her and turned to the door. Except instead of opening it, Rarity turned the lock on the door handle before looking back over her shoulder with the thirstiest look Sunset could ever recalling seeing on Rarity.

“Since this is my fault, Sunny dear...why don’t I help out?” Rarity turned around slowly, keeping her hands on the metal knob to keep from reaching for the fleshy one a few steps away. “It would be the friendly...generous thing to do.” Rarity licked her lips, rolling her shoulders so that her wide neck-lined top slipped down one arm. Sunset was staring at her open mouthed as she let go of the door and took those few steps forward, hips swaying exaggeratedly. She stopped just shy of Sunset’s knees and bent slightly at the waist to let her shirt hang suggestively in front of Sunset’s face.

“R-R-Rarity!?” Sunset choked, her eyes wide as she got an eyeful of cleavage and the lacy cage holding it back inside Rarity’s shirt. “I-I-I uh...I mean…thanks...but I can...do this…” Her hands tightened on her skirt until her knuckles turned white. Under her skirt, her magical modification was getting harder somehow and tightening the cloth painfully.

Rarity didn’t say anything, smiling like the cat that knew it was about to eat the canary. She planted one hand on the counter next to Sunset while reaching down to gently pry the other girl’s fingers loose from the deathgrip Sunset had on her own clothing. She guided Sunset’s hand instead to her belt, unclipping it and untucking her shirt. Sunset’s wide gaze turned toward confusion for a moment, but then Rarity guided Sunset’s hand higher and under the blue cotton to cup the lacy demi bra she wore. Sunset’s cool fingers squeezed down on her breast, making Rarity hiss softly through her teeth. Her grip freed up, Rarity dropped her hand back down to Sunset’s impressive lap tent and ran her palm over the knob there. It was hot to the touch, even through the skirt, and the touch made Sunset jump and shiver in a most pleasing way.

Rarity’s smile broadened when Sunset started to whimper almost sub-vocally. She moved her hand in small circles, polishing the tip of Sunset’s tent pole with her palm while her nails trailed over the wrinkles and odd shapes that flesh pole was making with the taunt skirt material. Sunset was looking more and more red by the moment, the girl’s eyes bouncing from Rarity’s handiwork to Rarity’s chest and back again in rapid succession. The hand on her tit was less frantic, however, tenderly cupping and lifting, the fingertips getting warm as they slowly worked inward toward her still covered nipple.

They kept at it for a few minutes in mutual almost silence. Rarity palmed Sunset through the skirt, making the former pony whimper and twitch. Sunset worked Rarity’s boobs through the fashionista’s silk and lace bra, making Rarity groan quietly in the back of her throat. Sunset gasped when she felt Rarity’s now hard little nub pressing back into her hand, and started to worm her way under the bra. She was just starting to feel the raised, pebbly texture of Rarity’s areola when Rarity let go of her and pulled up her hand in surprise. Sunset looked down between them, her already flaming blush ratcheting up another level when she saw the damp stain spreading around the peak of her skirt tent.

“See, darling?” Rarity purred. “I’m already helping.”

Rarity lifted her hand up, running her fingers and thumb through the clear residue until they came away sticky and trailing strands of Sunset’s precum. “My my! Sunset, you really must let me help out more often! Just look at how backed up you are.” Her smile turned kittenish again. “Why don’t we see what we’re working with here, hmm?” Rarity hooked her fingernails under Sunset’s hemline, peeling the skirt back until that hidden dong popped out, and released to expand fully, slapped her in the ribs. Rarity froze, her smile turning into a nervous grimace and a light sweat broke out on her forehead.

“Rarity…?” Sunset blinked, trying to focus her blurry vision. “What’s wrong?”

“Oh...uh...nothing, Sunny.”

“But,” Sunset groaned, using her free hand to rub her face, “you stopped?”

Rarity shifted away from Sunset, looking down her own body at the dick between them. It was enormous in her eyes, standing hard and proud with a little bit of an upward curve, the tip still leaking some clear natural lubricants. It was the same color as Sunset’s skin, maybe a little darker along the shaft, while the head was a lighter pink. While not the first cock she’d seen in person, it was different than anything in Rarity’s experience, its attachment to her female friend notwithstanding. Sunset Shimmer, as best she could tell, had what could only be described as a horsedick.

“It’s just...how do I put this?” Rarity took a deep breath and reached down to touch the massively flared head of Sunset’s dong. It was hot and firm while also soft and spongy in the best kind of way that only a dick can achieve at the height of arousal. “I was expecting a human...dick. Though...I suppose it makes as much sense as anything else involving our magical powers.” Rarity looked back up at Sunset, her smile softening again and she reached up to the pointy pony ears sticking out of Sunset’s red hair. They felt soft and downy. The combined touch of her dick and ears seemed to really work Sunset over though and the girl practically neighed.

Sunset, caught up in the moment, sagged where she sat on the toilet for a moment before her mind clicked over on the noises she was making under Rarity’s skilled touch. She gasped, slapping both hands over her face and peeked out between her fingers up at Rarity. “Oh god...I’m sorry! That just sort of...slipped out! It’s this whole pony-ing up thing! It affects me in strange small ways!” She cringed awkwardly, pulling in her elbows and knees defensively. “I’m sorry my dick is weird...er…weirder than just the fact that I have one.”

“Oh you don’t have to apologize to me, Sunset.” Rarity giggled and circled her fingers around the shaft, just below the head of Sunset’s literal horse dong. Her thumb and middle finger didn’t meet, it was so thick. “Besides, I would say there was nothing small about this change...odd though it is.” She squeezed a little harder, the flesh compacting slightly until her nails just barely brushed each other. Above her hand, another wave of the clear precum welled up out of Sunset’s dick to drip and flow down. Rarity smirked at Sunset’s fluttering eyes and the moan that her actions elicited. She moved Sunset’s cock back towards its owner and looked down at the base where it merged seamlessly with Sunset’s groin and flowed right into the girl’s equally wet and plump pussy. “For someone with no balls, you certainly do produce a rather large amount of fluids.”

“Sometimes it’s a real hassle to clean up afterwards.” Sunset groaned again, her legs relaxing while she continued to partially hide her face behind her hands. She twitched when Rarity suddenly let go of her and stepped back. “Hey, wait! Please don’t go, Rarity.”

“Oh I’m not going anywhere, darling.” Rarity giggled again and reached up to her loose top to pull it over her head and set it aside on the counter. Her lacy bra joined it a moment later. Rarity stood there, toppless before a stunned looking Sunset, and put a hand on her hip. “I just wanted to make sure I didn’t mess up my outfit. Ready to keep going, hmm?”

Sunset nodded, breathing hard. Rarity took her by the wrists and guided her hands up to the firm twin heavens that were Rarity’s breasts, the nipples hard as diamonds. Sunset tensed, her body refusing to relax until her fingers where sunken well into that soft warm flesh. She sighed and cooed softly, hefting and kneading with her hands. “Oh god...thank you, Rarity. You don’t know how much I needed this. Hiding this from you girls has been a lot of trouble...er...not that I have erections every time we pony up or anything! I just mean that I was scared that you’d all think it was too weird and gross or something and I really didn’t like keeping secrets and all the whole magic business—!”

Rarity shut Sunset up with a finger pressed to the former pony’s lips. “Hush, darling. You don’t have to explain yourself.” She lifted her own skirt and made a show of straddling Sunset’s legs so that they were both sitting and facing each other, Sunset’s hands on her breasts and Sunset’s monster sized phallus between them. “This is definitely weird, Sunset,” she ran her finger over the tip of Sunset’s cock, dragging it across the opening and gathering some of the precum, “but it isn’t gross.” Rarity brought her finger to her mouth and suckled it for a moment. “Quite the opposite, in fact!”

Rarity smiled seductively, her eyes half-lidded as she wrapped her fingers around Sunset and squeezed gently before stroking down hard from head to the thick medial ring. The copious fluids Sunset had already produced made her hand slick, the skin gliding smoothly through the ‘C’ shape her fingers made like a well oiled piston. Sunset cried out, a bit louder than before when she hit the raised bump of the ring, the cry petering out to a low moan when she reversed direction and stroked up.

“Sunset like?”

Sunset panted, her brain well and truly overheated and blown. She’d enjoyed these sensations before. Having an enormous cock packed with who knew how many nerves wired directly to her pleasure centers had its obvious benefits. But doing this alone, jerking herself off, was nothing compared to the sensation Rarity was sending through her with just a single stroke. Gathering a couple of braincells, Sunset swallowed, gulping down air until she found her shaky voice. “S-Sunset like!”

“Good.” Rarity scooted herself forward a little until Sunset’s dick was touching her from groin to the bottom of her ribcage. It felt fever hot against her belly button. Being closer allowed her lean in, keep a grip on Sunset’s horse cock and nuzzle one of Sunset’s pony-style ears. The tawny coat there smelled like hay and sunshine and faintly of Sunset’s floral shampoo. The ear twitched and flicked away under her breath the same way Opalescence did when the cat was feeling affectionate enough to get close. Rarity inhaled the scents of Sunset, ticked by the strange juxtaposition of the femme scents with the over-sized maleness on her hand. She smirked to herself then took the tip of Sunset’s ear leather in her mouth and started to pump her hand up and down Sunset’s dong with quick, clean motions.

Sunset shook under assault from Rarity’s fingers and tongue. Her ears were super sensitive and having Rarity nibbling gently on one was a dream she’d never realized she’d had come true. She felt alive in ways she’d never experienced before and the whole thing was electrifying. The center of which was certainly her newly installed pole. Rarity’s hand and body felt smooth and rough, warm and cool in equal measure and it was driving her wild. Her hips wanted to buck. Her hands, already full with Rarity’s tits were just holding on for dear life while the girl worked her body toward a rapidly building crescendo.

“Ra-ra-Rarity!” Sunset panted harder. “I...I’m getting close...already!”

“Just let it happen, darling.” Rarity purred in Sunset’s ear. She started pumping harder, squeezing on the down stroke, releasing on the up stroke. “We don’t want you stuck in the bathroom for hours now, do we?”

Sunset tried to answer, but all the sounds she could manage were grunts and pleasured gurgles as he tongue started to hang from her mouth. Her world was starting to go white and her thoughts were getting jumbled more and more with every move of the hand milking her dick for all she was worth. The dam was about to burst and Sunset groaned. She checked out, gave herself over to the pleasure and let magically altered nature take her wherever it wanted.

Rarity’s strokes got faster and she kept Sunset’s dick tight against her belly. Her own breathing was getting shallow and rapid, her body responding to Sunset’s frustration and begging for attention. Sunset was getting harder and thicker in her hand, the mushroom cap of Sunset’s dick wider than ever and turning a reddish purple. Rarity started to pant in time with the girl under her, leaning down to watch her fist start to blur with her stroking. Sunset tensed, locking up as the girl reached some absolute limit and Rarity dived in, inspiration hitting her, and took Sunset’s lips with her own in a deep kiss.

Their tongues touched and Sunset exploded.

What felt like forever later, Rarity pulled back from the kiss and gasped for oxygen. Her body was still shaking and when she looked down at Sunset, she was surprised to see that the redhead had already transformed back to her regular form. Sunset’s ears and massive horsedong were nowhere in sight. However the hot sticky mess it created was still there, coated to her stomach and breasts. More than a little of the cream even managed to to find its way to her upper chest and around her neck. “My word, Sunset! It seems you really needed that...this is quite the pearl necklace you’ve given me!”

“O-only,” Sunset slurred, eyes blinking out of sync, “the best...for you.”

Rarity giggled, running her finger through the cream offering that was dripping off one nipple. “Good thing we’re already in the bathroom, hmm? I think we could both use a shower.” She stood up, easing off Sunset awkwardly before turning to the tub and pulling back the curtain. Rarity slipped off her belt, unzipping her skirt and letting it fall to the ground. She stepped out of it and her boots before reaching down to turn on the faucet. She looked back at Sunset and smiled. “Besides, generous though I am, I do believe you owe me.”

She slapped her hip and then bent at the waist to slide her panties down her legs. Rarity smirked, glancing back at Sunset who was getting a full view of her cheeks and secret garden. She tossed aside her underwear and with one hand on the edge of the tub for support, Rarity reached back to pull a bit of pliable flesh and flash pink. “Don’t keep me waiting.”

Sunset nodded, her eyes widening the whole way through Rarity’s little strip tease. She struggled to stand, still wobbly from fresh orgasm, and tore at her clothing. To her credit, Rarity barely had time to rinse off before Sunset hopped into the shower and dropped to her knees behind the girl.