A Feminine Touch

by An Intricate Disguise

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Human, Original Character, Porn, Rarity
Length: 6209

When Zane gets tired of his stay at home life, he attempts to get a job in the local boutique as a sales assistant. An RGRE smutfic.

Tired of sitting around at home all day, Zane decides that it's high time he got a job. Unfortunately, his manual labour skills are of little use in a world filled with magic, so he does what most stallions do: pursues work in retail.

When Zane learns of a vacancy in Carousel Boutique, he also discovers that the owner is oddly in touch with her effeminate side, a trait uncommon in mares, and one that interests Zane very much. It's been so long since he met a girl who was actually girly, he just wonders if she'll let him treat her like one.

An RGRE smutfic.

Published 2018-01-14 21:20:07 UTC
Last updated 2018-01-14 21:20:07 UTC

Tailored for You

Well, a door about his size. That was nice. Zane suddenly felt a little more relaxed about the whole situation; the idea of going through an interview process with a stranger was weighing on his mind a little, as he had no idea how it would contrast with the ones he had previously had on earth.

Knock knock knock. He had heard from his guy friends that Rarity was one of the most traditionally female—or as they considered her, coltish—mares in Ponyville, and as such, they all absolutely loved to gossip with her. Some said it was odd how much she acted like a stallion, enjoying fashion, modelling dresses, designing clothes, partaking in the rumour mill and drinking cocktails with small umbrellas, but to Zane, the idea sounded refreshing.

Had he finally found a mare reminiscent of the females where he came from? Zane heard the soft clatter of instruments being placed down as hooves began to shuffle on the other side of the door, growing nearer with each stride. His friend Thunderlane had called Rarity a seductress, saying that she only acted in the way she did to lure stallions in, but Zane honestly couldn't say he would mind that. It would make a break from the rude, staring mares that acted like they belonged on a construction site, wolf-whistling and growling when they saw him.

In all honesty, if that was how some men treated women on earth, he understood why they disliked it. The door swung open with that thought, revealing a mare with a subtle curve to her muzzle and a soft, luscious coat of snowy white. Her eyes were softly brushed with eyeshadow, an attractive feature, very rare amongst the mares Zane had seen, and all the more endearing for it as it reminded him of home.

Still, even this mare wasn't without her masculine side. Her mane was long and flowing, though she had it down in a rather boyish cut, looking more like a rock fan than a prim, proper, and pristine fashionista. Her stance was in no way demure, her front hooves a shoulder length apart and a small smile on her muzzle as she looked up at Zane, all the way up. He was at least twice the height of this mare, and it showed how she had to crane her neck to establish eye contact.

She seemed a little surprised by him, but if that was the case she hid it well, a smile affixed to her face as she seemed to spend a small amount of time studying him as he had her. "Welcome to Carousel Boutique," she said in a voice that was as equally refined as it was husky, stepping to the side and allowing him entry. "I assume you're here for the interview?"

When Zane entered, he could swear that Rarity's eyes were on every inch of him. He resisted the urge to spin as he passed her, suspecting that she had just got a happy eyeful of his backside, but not wanting to make a big deal out of it if he could help it. "Yes, that's right," he said in his most cordial tone, trying to sound professional. "I heard about the vacancy from a friend."

"Yes, it's an awful shame," Rarity lamented, throwing a hoof as she strutted to the centre of the room, confidence in her every step. "My last three assistants have been unable to hold down the job for more than a few weeks at a time, busy with personal lives I suspect, and as such they've been temping at various times... it all gets very difficult to keep up with, poor stallions." A small glint in her eye, she looked up to Zane. "What we, or rather, what I need around here is some fresh meat, someone who can help me in every matter big and small..." her eyes trailed off with her sentence, seeming to travel down to Zane's muscular chest.

Zane wasn't an idiot, he could feel himself being checked out, not to say that he minded. Still, he wasn't about to call her out on it. If she liked the way he looked, it might win him the job, and he wouldn't be stuck at home anymore. "Well, I live locally, so barring unforeseen circumstances, I can't imagine anything's going to keep me from showing up and assisting you, Miss Rarity." He flashed a genuine smile at the end of his silence, a break from his serious demeanour, and it seemed to go down rather well, as Rarity began to smirk.

"All of my previous assistants also lived locally," she snickered as if he had reminded her of a good joke. "It's almost as if they can't stand my presence for more than a few weeks at a time..." as she spoke, she blinked daintily, staring up at Zane as she fluttered her eyelashes. "I sincerely hope that isn't the case, it would hurt me to imagine that anypony could be so bothered by my presence."

"I'm sure that isn't it, Miss Rarity," Zane blurted, feeling like he'd already fallen into some sort of trap.

As if on queue, Rarity's eyes lit up. "You think I'm being a silly mare? You would probably know, you're bound to be far more in touch with your emotions than I." Shaking her head, she swept away the notion with a light tussle of her bodacious mane. "Anyways, as wonderful as it is to sit and wonder, I do believe you came here for an interview, and I've been rudely wasting your time. Shall we proceed?"

Zane nodded, unsure what else to say. She seemed strange, that was a certainty. Not a bad strange, per se, more of an enigma, someone worth paying attention to. It appeared that as Zane tried to work out just what made Rarity tick, she was doing the exact same thing, her mannerisms and speech somehow leading Zane's responses, the curves of her hips and the way she sauntered about seeming to lead his eyes just as easily...

But he couldn't be distracted. He had a job to earn, and no amount of soft coat or sexy, round ass was going to keep him from it. Honestly, Zane wasn't totally sure what being an assistant in a boutique entailed, but he had visited his most fashion conscious friend, Big Mac, for some guidance in the matter, so he hoped that he was prepared for the interview.

As Zane looked around the boutique, he started to see more and more what the other stallions had meant. The interior was the many purples, pinks, and golds of the spectrum, and along with that, there were dresses and garments, fabrics and frills all around, more than Zane could name, which only served to worry him. Did he not know enough about dressmaking for the job?

No, surely he could talk his way through it. He had spent his time studying, after all, and that was what mattered. As he looked around, he felt a light, fluffy prod against his arm, and looking down he saw an expectant Rarity holding a small chart up to him with varying shades of purple on it. "We're going to start with colour differentiation," she said, holding the chart up as she tapped a small pencil against it. "I'll point at the colour, you tell me which shade it is."

"Okay," Zane nodded, feeling wholly unprepared. In that moment, all of his practice, all of the knowledge he had accumulated seemed to leave his skull, evaporating, and everything on the chart before him just looked like purple. Rarity was pointing to a colour, he rubbed a hand against the back of his neck as he squinted down at it. "Uhh, violet?"

Rarity said nothing, only scribbling on a small clipboard with the pencil, serving to increase his anxiety further. She pointed at another colour.

"Lavender?" Zane guessed, realising he would soon run out of synonyms for purple.

"Interesting..." Rarity noted as she made a few more scribbles. "And this one?"

"Uhh, let's see..." Zane said, pretending to consult the gods for wisdom but ultimately finding nothing that could help him, Rarity's striking, expectant eyes narrowing at him as he drew out his reply for longer and longer. "Lilac," he announced with some force, completely unsure if that was even a shade of purple.

"Actually got that one right," he heard Rarity mutter under her breath as she put the chart back down, filling him with confidence.

So he had no idea which colours were which, great. Zane opened his mouth to say something, raising a finger to draw attention to some half-concocted explanation or excuse, but Rarity was having none of it, already leaving and walking to the side of the room to draw back a large curtain, revealing a rack of dresses, a few pony shaped mannequins and a measuring table.

"Can you identify where that rack of clothing is from?" she asked, pointing a hoof at the closest rack.

Frocks, light dresses, floral patterns... "Is it your latest spring line?" Zane guessed, hoping he hadn't just fluffed things up even more.

"It is indeed!" Rarity smiled, taking a few steps behind the curtain and gesturing for Zane to follow. "Of course, I make a majority of my bits outfitting stallions in suits and casualwear, mares aren't typically so fussed about what they're wearing, but I'm hoping this one does well. Can you spot the headline piece?"

Zane narrowed his eyes as if he had any idea what he was meant to be looking for, but in the end, settled on pointing a finger at a random piece of clothing. He had half-expected Rarity to scowl or run him off or tell him that he was an idiot, but she seemed oddly interested by his lack of fashion knowledge, and rather than correcting him, her head began to tilt as she looked across from his outstretched arm and back to his body. "Is something the matter?" Zane asked, knowing he might have been tempting fate.

"N-no, it's..." Rarity seemed to shuffle on her hooves for a second, as if unsure how to phrase her next sentence. Waving an upturned hoof as her mind generated words, she said: "Why are you pursuing this job particularly?"

"Honestly?" Zane said, leaning in a little. "I'm tired of sitting around in my house, it can get quite boring. I'd rather contribute to society somehow, that and have something to do."

Rarity's eyes seemed to widen, but she continued with more confidence in her tone as if she'd figured out the situation. "Oh, it must be so terrible for you being cooped up like that, especially when you're such a rare and exotic stallion. I've never seen one of you before, in all honesty. You must feel quite unique."

Zane blinked, slightly confused. "No, it wasn't that terrible," he said with a smile on his face. "And I'm not particularly exotic. I come from a place where there are loads of people just like me, there just aren't any here. I got used to it pretty quickly."

Now it was Rarity's turn to look confused. "You... You don't wish to complain about your predicament?"

"Why would I?" he asked, perplexed. "I'm here for a job interview."

"Yes..." Rarity nodded, agreeing to the obvious. "But I, a mare, just offered you, a stallion, the opportunity to complain about something that has clearly been a source of bother for you, and you refrained?"

"I've come to terms with it, there's nothing to bitch about," Zane said. His eyes soon widened. "Sorry, didn't mean to swear."

Rarity said nothing, staring straight ahead at Zane's waistline once more and chewing on her lip.

A few seconds passed, and it started to seem as if whatever Zane had said had some kind of profound effect on Rarity; she'd stopped talking, spending all of her time tracing his body with her eyes instead.

When Zane began to move, Rarity's eyes moved with him, and she didn't seem about to snap out of it. Considering he'd tried speaking to her already, Zane decided to try returning the contact, looking straight at her, checking her out as she did him, her grabbable mane, her curvy body, her fluffy coat and her slappable, fuckable ass.

"I-I'm sorry," Rarity mumbled, still looking at Zane's body. "It's just that the stallions I'm used to meeting aren't this, well, masculine... You're so stolid and calm, and you know absolutely nothing about fashion or gossip, and it's..."

"Not what you were looking for?" Zane interjected, a little disappointed but ready to turn around and leave if asked—he knew this might have been a long shot.

"...hot as fuck." Rarity finished, a slight blush tinging her cheeks. "You're hired. I'll train you on the job."

This seemed like a double victory. Not only had Zane just got the job, but he'd also been complimented by what looked like a very flustered mare. It was true that he was much more manly than the majority of stallions in Equestria, but played it down at times to better fit in. However, in certain situations—such as this interview—his masculine side had no choice but to come out, but Zane wouldn't have guessed that such a thing could be a benefit, let alone a turn on.

He was determined to play with this however he could. It had been so long since he had gotten some, he had to turn this to his advantage. "Well I'm glad to hear that," he smirked, stepping a little closer to her. "Do I get any employee benefits?"

"Well, I think I'm getting most of the benefits..." Rarity grinned as she leered at him. "However, I'm sure we can find something for you... I'm a little excited to make you a new wardrobe, I've never had to work with someone as big as you before."

Zane didn't miss the fact that she was still staring at his crotch as she said that. His penis didn't either, beginning to twitch at the thinly veiled innuendo—he only wondered if Rarity had noticed. "Well, I'm happy for you to take measurements whenever you like," he winked, though he was pretty sure the motion was lost on her, still hungrily gazing at his pants.

"That I will, but I've always found magic to be a little too impersonal," Rarity commented, striding a little closer to his body as she spoke, looking like she was about to start rubbing her muzzle against him at any moment. "I hope you wouldn't mind a more hooves on approach?"

"I'd welcome it," Zane chuckled deeply, the stiffening below becoming more and more prominent with each of her honey-laced words.

Rarity had definitely noticed his not-so-little predicament now, as she tore her eyes away and looked up at him with mock concern. "Oh, but these pants you are wearing are much too tight, they barely contain you! They'll need to be refitted at once."

Looking directly down on Rarity was a wondrously powerful feeling, and it only served to turn him on more. "Right now?" he breathed, a little surprised by her forwardness but curious as to where it led all the same.

"Right now," she nodded, climbing up his body with her hooves as she rose to her hind legs, pulling at his belt buckle with her teeth. "We'll get them off, widen the hem, elasticate the waist, and you'll be comfortable in no time!" She pulled off his belt then, taking her hooves and pulling the jeans down without concern of asking, Zane watching as the garments slid down his legs and came off, Rarity maintaining her position as his cock—only contained by the loose and thin cloth of his underwear—sprang forwards, lightly brushing against her muzzle.

Whether they were teasing each other or not, Zane wasn't sure if this was too much. He went to back away, apologising, but Rarity's hooves held him in place.

"Well, it looks like we have a far more... immediate situation to deal with first," she said, lust in her eyes as she marvelled at the slab of cock he was presenting, already semi-hard. "My... it's a lot bigger than I was expecting."

Zane couldn't help but hear a swell of pride at hearing that, one that was mainly concentrated in his engorged cock, a soft throb coursing through it and causing it to harden further as Rarity stared at it, her muzzle only inches away.

Only inches away until it wasn't. She brought her head forwards, softly rubbing the side of her maw against him through the cloth. Even while separated by his underwear, Zane could feel the softness of her fur and it only made him want to fuck more, she was absolutely perfect, everything he had been looking for in a mare.

He went to put his thumbs in the band of his underwear, but Rarity batted him away, wagging a hoof. Slowly, much more teasingly than she had with his pants, she incrementally pulled away the boxers, revealing inch after inch of his girth until his hard cock finally popped out, and she dexterously balanced it on the tip of her snout, staring up at him.

She began to bring a hoof to his cock, slowly pumping at it as his foreskin glided back and forth, covering and uncovering the tip. She appeared to marvel at its shape, its size, the way it moved, and for a long time, there was silence as she became versed in the dynamics of his dick, sending little twitches up Zane's body as he watched the small pony play with him.

"This really is marvellous..." she breathed, her breath warm against his shaft as she planted a little kiss on the tip of his cock, causing sensation to shoot through him. He was lightly panting now, the fantasy of the situation far outplayed by the reality—despite the many times he had thought of a cute pony giving him some well-needed attention, witnessing it happening, feeling every stroke and touch against him, it was an entirely different thing.

"Y-yeah, it's pretty damn good for me too," he snickered, then struggled to withhold a groan as Rarity gave her first lick, her tongue snaking around his cock and working its way from base to tip, tickling the underside of his head and trailing back down with a small flick, trailing towards his balls as she cupped them in a hoof.

"Hmm, is this good for you too?" she mewled, taking one of his balls in her mouth and ever so gently sucking on it, her mouth slowly maneuvering over the sensitive skin as she kneaded his belly with a hoof, trailing it down to his cock and slowly jerking him a few times as she went to town on his balls, pulling one out of her mouth with the light smacking of lips, lapping at them both with her tongue and then drawing back up to his head, licking in small circles as he could only watch, so much blood running through his cock that it was almost painful to endure.

"You're so much fun to play with," she smirked, speaking between soft, teasing licks. "Unlike any other stallion I've ever enjoyed, no, you're going to be a lot more fun..." With that, Rarity opened her mouth wide, pushing her head forwards and down onto him, swallowing a small portion of his cock, and even as she drew to halfway, he swore he could feel her struggling not to let it press against her, trying to glide it further and further down to the back of her throat.

When she was perfectly aligned and her mouth was most of the way up his impressive length—an amazing feat in itself—she began to slowly move her head, pulling back and then forwards as she softly sucked, making his cock wet as her hoof stroked the part she couldn't reach, her tongue lapping against him inside of her mouth as she slid up and down in practiced, perfect motions. Zane could barely stand it, but he knew it was time he gave her what she wanted. Reaching forwards with a hand, he softly ran his fingers through Rarity's mane, almost causing her to jolt from the alien touch, lightly moaning onto his cock.

When he was sure that he had her in place, he began to press down with his hand, pushing her head down onto his cock as she stood there and took it, moving her head for her, beginning to lightly buck his hips as she attempted to move back in an attempt not to gag, but the more he got into it the less he let her escape, combining his motions until he was forcing her down even as he thrust with his cock, fucking her throat whether she wanted to move or not, forcing her to breathe through her snout as he became lost in the soft recesses of her mouth.

When he finally let her pull up—tears in her eyes—she was panting, coughing, and above all, giggling. "I wasn't sure if I'd even be able to fit your head in my mouth, let alone take that much of you..." Rarity commented, separating the string of saliva from her mouth and Zane's cock with a quick lick. "I have to wonder how it will feel when you finally lay me down and fuck me."

"Fuck you?" Zane repeated, laughing to himself even as the immense satisfaction of his blowjob began to fade. "That doesn't sound very ladylike to me."

"Who the fuck ever said I was ladylike?" Rarity winked, pushing herself forwards and enveloping his cock once more, bouncing faster as she wanked him harder, stimulating every inch of his cock with wet tongue, softly suckling mouth and fuzzy hoof, making Zane more and more hot as he felt a small feeling starting to rise in his belly, fledgling but expanding with each of Rarity's motions, threatening to take him over if she didn't stop soon.

But Zane didn't want her to stop. Leaning forwards, he began to pant harder, pushing his cock deeper into Rarity's mouth and like the slut she was she obliged, licking all around and leaving patters of silky sensation along every facet of him as he groaned, preparing to fill her mouth with cum, coat her face, glaze her like she so clearly wanted, drawing closer and closer to his inevitable release...

Until Rarity pulled away. He tried to grab her by the mane and make her suck him more, but she flicked away his hand with a short burst of magic, grinning at him. "You're not allowed to cum yet," she commanded, her eyes stern. "You haven't even taken care of me yet."

"I would have taken care of you either way!" Zane protested, looking down at his twitching cock and resisting the temptation to finish himself off, knowing it would take seconds.

"True, if you knew what was good for you, but I want to be fucked too," Rarity said, walking away with purpose, lifting her fluffy tail and exposing her pussy as she walked towards the measuring table, propping herself up and laying on her back. "Still, I gave you your attention, I think it's my turn now."

Zane looked at the way Rarity was laid and couldn't help but feel confused. Was this a test? Typically the mares were the dominant ones, yet she was laid on the table in a position that would allow him full control over her if he knew how to exercise it. She had reacted well to his throat fucking... maybe she wanted to see just how much of a man he really was? Well, he'd definitely show her that when it was time to screw her, but until then, Zane had one distinct advantage over the average stallion when it came to foreplay, and that was fingers.

Zane took his time in approaching her, watching as she lightly squirmed in place atop the table—she was definitely turned on. He wondered how much he might be able to tease her, and took both hands and moved them closer to her, noticing a physical reaction as he drew them nearer to her fur, brushing against the very tips of her coat around the chest. She wasn't about to let him take over that easily. With a sharp intake of breath, she puffed out her chest, forcing Zane's fingers to push into the fur and her soft, grabbable skin before he had an opportunity to pull his hands up.

And now that he had touched her, why would he want to? She felt so good, and the way she shifted in place as he ran his hands over her, softly stroking at her chest, lightly digging his nails in, she was like putty in his hands, reacting beautifully to every one of his electric touches. It was as exciting for him as it was for her, he had touched ponies before, but never had a chance to truly explore the body of one, from her chest to her neck which she reacted heavily to having petted, all the way to her belly and her strong hind legs, waving back and forth in the air as she kicked them in barely restrained glee.

"Mff... that feels nice," Rarity sighed as Zane drew a hand up around her neck and started to scratch the back of her ear, causing it to involuntarily perk up. His other hand traced her belly in circles, slowly getting lower and lower as his first dipped back down, electing to join it and then pass it, reaching one of her hind legs and massaging her thigh. "Why didn't you tell me you were hiding such a talent?"

"We can always get the oil out next time." Zane lifted one of his hands until only a single finger pressed into Rarity's belly, slowly moving downwards as he kneaded her ass with his other hand, the soft flesh so easy to grab and squish, so shapely and enjoyable to watch. "So, am I anything like the last stallion you were with?"

"My last assista—lover?" Rarity huffed out, shaking her head as her mane billowed. "Nothing like him whatsoever, trust me." She bit her hoof as Zane finally allowed a single finger to make contact with her clit, her pussy instantly winking at the contact, her legs pushing outwards and spreading further. "Oh shit," she gasped, reeling from the sensation. "Your fingers are so soft, that's amazing..."

"If that's amazing, I'd love to know how this feels," Zane said with a devious grin, lowering his hand and massaging her clit with his thumb, rubbing in small circles that bumped over the small nub of flesh, lightly grinding into it as his fingers began to stroke her vulva, lightly spreading her slit and feeling her wetness, which quickly coated his fingers. "Someone's excited to see me."

"Just shut up and play with me," Rarity moaned, pushing up her hips and causing Zane's fingers to slip part of the way in.

He quickly took that cue to begin pushing them further in, curious to test the depth of her pussy. He pressed further and further but found no wall to prevent his progress, making him wonder just how deep he'd be able to fuck her. When he'd inserted his index and middle fingers all the way, he slowly began to flick them against her walls, moving back and forth in a short motion as he bent them inside of her. All the while, his thumb kept up a constant rhythm as he cupped another feel of her ass.

Her reaction was a treat to witness as she writhed in place, her motions becoming faster and more desperate as his fingers moved in and out of her faster and faster, playing with each and every area of her as she began to tighten around him, twisting them in place and pressing down hard as he dipped his head to lay soft kisses along her neck and chest, beginning to blast her hard with the pair as he clamped her neck in his teeth, softly biting down but holding on harder and with more force as she lifted her hips to receive more of him with each push.

He was finger fucking her so fast that his hand almost felt like it was vibrating, sucking on her neck as he flicked up and down at her clit with his thumb, pulling back and looking down at his new employer as she begged him to fuck her with her eyes. "You like that?" he asked, slowing his motions, pulling his fingers halfway out.

"Mhmm," Rarity moaned, bucking her hips up onto his fingers.

"How about that?" he said, beginning a very slow motion back inside her, watching her face the whole time.

"Don't fucking tease me!" she all but commanded, but she was powerless to do anything but sit there fighting off spasms as he finally found her g-spot, softly rubbing against it as she thrashed in place, throwing her head left and right. "D-don't... You'll make me—"

"What's that? I'm hearing a lot of 'make me cum, Zane'."

"At least fuck me first!" Rarity begged, throwing her body out of his way and jumping back up onto her hooves, squatting down in front of him and beginning to suck at his cock, ensuring that it was rock hard before letting it slip from her mouth, stroking it as she spoke. "I don't care if you're strong, I don't care if you're masculine. I don't care if you can take charge of me, go ahead, I fucking love it! But I'm going to lay back down now, and no matter what, you are going to fuck me until I cannot speak clearly, is that understood?"

"Y-yes," Zane stammered, thrown on the backfoot for the first time. "Trust me, you don't need to worry about that."

"See that I don't," Rarity said, laying back down as she had been, even as Zane was sure he saw a light blush tinting her cheeks. "Hurry up and do it..." she complained, wiggling her ass before him.

Zane really wanted to. He had his cock in his hand, begging to be inside that perfect tight pussy, but a small grin crossed his lips all the time, and he flashed brilliant teeth as he looked at her. "Say please."

"Wh-what?" Rarity said, incredulous, still wiggling in place.

"Say 'please fuck me, Zane'," he repeated, looking her dead in the eye.

Her blush only deepened. "Is that really neces—"

"Say it."

"Grrr—please fuck me, Zane!" she bellowed, and just as she went to breathe back in she was cut off with a sharp gasp as she felt her request coming true, Zane's fat cock pressing against the lips of her pussy, slowly pushing them apart as he forced his way in, inch by inch.

His cock barely fit inside her for all of its thickness, yet she still found a way to clench herself around it, hugging his girth tight as he pushed further and further in, burrowing into her as he held her by her hind legs, having to resist the urge to cum right then and there for how good it felt against her silky insides. "Th-there, was that so hard?" he laughed through breaths, beginning to slowly push his hips forwards until her finally pressed against her cervix, over three quarters of his large cock inside of her, a noticeable bulge in her belly. How she could take that much of him, he didn't know.

But he was immensely glad for it, he had a lot of use for a little fuckdoll right now. Slowly pulling back he evoked a musical groan as he moved all the way to the tip and then pushed back in, each movement in and out of her pussy not a simple glide but a hardened thrust if only to accommodate for her choking tightness around him.

He moved closer, working his body into a small rhythm as he grabbed her light body in his hands, pulling her up until she was able to see him pumping in and out of her, his balls lightly slapping against her ass as he maintained his thrusts, being sure to switch up the pace whenever he got a chance.

He would fuck her quickly for five strokes, and then one elongated deep one to switch the feeling up. Every time she would gasp and pout as if the switches were so enjoyable but at the same time making it difficult for her to cum. All the while, he continued to rub at her clit, softly and without any real effort as he pushed his length in and out of her, feeling her begin to wrap her hind legs around his waist.

She was so light in this position, so fragile, and Zane was looking forward to exploiting that. He began to fuck her harder, not paying attention to the needy, almost pained moans of his partner, pushing deeper and deeper inside her and giving her almost everything he had, determined to make her cum hard all over his cock for all of his efforts.

She seemed to be drawing closer with every passing second, and Zane knew just how he could push her over the edge. Grabbing her by the barrel he began to move her up and down the length of his cock, thrusting her down onto him as she laid there in his grasp like a little toy, towering over her as he battered her pussy, beginning to incorporate his own movements into the cycle, slamming her pussy even as he forced her to take it.

He could feel her pussy beginning to contract around him as her moans became more and more intense, rubbing at her own body and shaking all over as she drew closer and closer to orgasm, a hard cock between her legs pounding the life out of her as she was forced to remain in place by a pair of strong, dominating hands. "Zane, I think I'm about to—!"

"About to what?" he asked, leaning forwards and covering her mouth with a hand, causing her to moan and curse into it as she clenched harder than ever before, her pussy releasing gushes of cum onto him, lacing his cock in her juices. When he removed his hand, Rarity was docile, her throat emitting a small purr, and he decided that rather than finish in her pussy, he'd have a little more fun with her. "You want a taste?" he asked, removing his cum soaked cock.

Rarity said nothing, just nodded between her pants, her head pinned against the table. Zane ran a soft hand through her mane as he pressed his cock against her lips, forcing her to open her mouth as he transferred the force of his movements to her throat, beating his cock against her until he was almost to the edge, feeling her lick around him and lap up every ounce of her mess as he leaned back. Time to finish in style.

He pulled out his pre-cum soaked cock, tapping it against her outstretched tongue, grabbing her head and shoving it back onto her cock as deep as it would go as he felt the buildup inside of him about to burst, spraying his load all over the back of her throat, pleasure coaxed from him in waves as shot after shot hit its mark, Rarity gagging and struggling to stay in place even as he mercilessly held her there.

She wanted a real stallion, after all. After what felt like minutes, Zane finally removed his spent cock from Rarity's mouth, finding the not a single drop of his cum remained. Rarity still seemed to have a hint of want in her eyes, but it was overshadowed by the exhaustion of her still tremulous body. "So, how was that for an interview?"

A few more pants and Rarity found the ability to speak. "Not bad, I can definitely see potential in you... We'll have to explore this further on your start date. Is next week good for you?"

"Please, twenty minutes is good for me."

"I'd like a little more time to, err, recover first. How about tomorrow?"

"You've got a deal," Zane said, putting on his obviously-not-too-tight pants and heading for the door, sparing a look behind him before he left just to see the beautiful creature laid there defeated. "See you tomorrow, boss."

He opened the door to leave then, and as he went to shut it he heard a determined voice call out "Next time, I'm not going so easy on you!". Zane wasn't ashamed to admit that he let out a slight shudder at that. Today, he had learnt that Rarity was scary when she was hot, and she was always hot, but he had also learnt that she was quite easy to hold down and fuck however he wanted.

Then again, she did have a horn... He'd have to be more careful next time.