Rarity Gives a Nice Solid Dicking To Seventeen Stallions and Fifteen Mares With Her Trusty Strap-On

There was a mare once named Rarity
Who noticed a certain disparity.
She wasn't transgender,
It's just that the splendor of
Dicks made her slick on her mare clitty.

Yes, dicks were a wonderful presence
She loved when she swallowed their essence.
She loved when they rammed her
And slammed her and crammed her
And generally filled her with presents.

But all of this penis envelopment
Did nothing to stem the development
Of a new desire
To dangle and fire
Her very own phallic flesh element.

She didn't want to be a stallion;
She loved her vaginal alley and
Was happy with marehood;
She just wished a mare could
Occasionally trade in her valley and

Instead in its place have a penis
(Of course, there was porn where she'd seen this)
The male genetalia
Perfect for nailing a
Hole keenest /////////

No surgery Rarity wanted
So how could a thick dick be flaunted?
She realized the answer
Lay not in her pants or
Her crotch, but the sex shop she haunted.

Yes! Rarity was a real pervert.
She loved getting whipped 'til her fur hurt.
Hot wax or rope bonds,
Other accoutrements
All manners of toys would make her squirt.

Now, naturally she owned a dildo
With it in her cooch she felt filled so.
Yet it was free standing
And hardly commanding
the imposing presence she willed though.

No, Rarity needed much better.
(This thought I confess made her wetter.)
She needed a phallus
for filling a palace
That to her crotch could then be tethered.

Yes Rarity needed a strap-on!
A big one she could get crap on
When ramming the asses
Of the horny masses,
A penis she simply could slap on.

And thus to the sex shop she traveled
O'er dirt roads and paved roads and gravel.
Aft' trotting for hours
She reached the fine towers
Of Canterlot and map unravelled.

While ponies are not really prudish
Celestia thought it was rudish
For base institutions:
Sex shops, prostitution
To be in plain site freely viewed, this

Meant that it took a hot minute
To find the shop and enter in it.
But Rarity Belle
Was quite clever as well
So she found it and soon was within it.

And oh what a world she uncovered!
Such sexual sights she discovered!
Bridles and breeches
And lashes and leashes and
All there in plain sight lay uncovered.

Yes, this was a store that was worthy!
The selection of products made her squee.
Her heart rate increased
And a blush it bequeathed
And it left her lungs feeling quite pursy

Now there was a shop back in Ponyville
But compared to this it felt like Phonyville
It held frilly underwear,
hoofcuffs were pink in there
Old potions cost too much money still

This place was different and bustling
Employees were informed and hustling.
A wider selection
from pumps for erections
To Pony Sutra pages rustling.

Yes, this was a store that plied pleasure
No other against it could measure.
It may have been hidden
But Rares would have ridden
On Tirek's dick to find its treasure.

She could have spent hours just browsing,
A thought that indeed was arousing,
But she had objectives:
Her mission directive:
Find the best cock the store was housing

To that end she strode to the section
with a generous dildo collection.
Some shook and some spun
And they all looked like fun,
But she was here for one selection.

A strap-on she sought thus to purchase
Attached to the pelvis near her tits
She'd use it to grind
And blow ponykind's mind
So she needed to find quite a sure fit.

A salespony helped her try models
(Some came with their own semen bottles!)
Some were short; some were long
Some were colorful schlongs
But they all were shaped like axolotls.

An hour of strapping up later
She purchased a new penetrator
A sturdy twelve inches
with buckles and cinches
And even a mini vibrator!

Thus satisfied, she headed home
Through darkness of night she did roam
Her thoughts were indecent
And twice on the descent,
She stopped to give her clit a comb.

At last she arrived at the boutique,
Now ready to become a new freak
As she drifted to bed
Lewd thoughts filled her head
Far too dirty for her ever to speak.