Horsedong Shimmer

“I’m making a dick skirt!” Rarity sung, needle in hand as she did indeed make a skirt specifically designed to fit Sunset Shimmer’s magnum horse prick. “Making!” She pitched her voice upwards. “Diiiicccck!” Rarity drew out the words as she reached the crescendo. “Skkkiiiirrrrttt!”

Sunset rolled her eyes, standing still on the small raised stage in front of a wall of mirrors where Rarity preferred to do her dress fittings. The only part of her wearing a dress though, was her semi-flaccid penis. Rarity had, after getting Sunset back to the Carousel Boutique, gotten them both undressed and then proceeded to make doll clothes fit for her horsedong. It was all very silly, but the materials Rarity was using did feel nice and had really cute patterns, so it wasn’t all bad. But it wasn’t exactly conducive to maintaining a rock hard erection.

So Rarity, being Rarity, had put on some black lacy undergarments and those little pink reading glasses of hers. Which made the whole hard dick thing a lot easier, at least for a while. Sunset sighed and stretched, flexing her fingers and toes, as soon as Rarity’s needles were well away from her beef whistle. “You know, I don’t think I’m really feeling it, Rarity. The design is cute, but outside of...me, I guess...who would buy these?”

“Only those who want their johnson to turn heads in the bedroom, darling!” Rarity smiled, delicately taking her needle between her teeth and yanking the last errant thread tight to be tied off and trimmed. “I understand it will likely not be a massive hit. Lingerie for those of us with such a grand bishop like yours is few and far between. Why can’t I help such an underloved subset of fashion rise to full-staff?”

“‘Full-staff’?” Sunset raised her eyebrows, wiggling her hips and making her girl choad bounce. “You asked Twilight for a list of dick words, didn’t you?”

Rarity blinked innocently. “No. Fun wand. Lap rocket.” She innocently turned over her wrist and squinted at it. “Purple-headed mayo shooting hotdog gun. Something something...ethos knife?”

Sunset snickered. “Google those yourself?”

“Oh laugh it up!” Rarity rolled her eyes and jabbed her needle back into her trusty pin cushion. “I merely thought that if your penis keeps coming up in conversation, I needed to have plenty of things to call it in the heat of the moment other than ‘mine!’”

“The others would argue you on that point.”

“They aren’t here now, are they?” Rarity stood up, angling her hips and licking her lips. “Ready for a little practical testing of the outfit, darling?” She reached down and tugged the string holding the knot loose, pulling away flimsy lace from her crotch. Rarity turned around, swaying her backside at Sunset while reaching up to bundle her hair up into a bun tied off with her former panties. “Come and get me, if you can.”

Sunset flew dick-first at Rarity. “Nightmare Moon, guide my cock!”