You’ve been working for Miss Rarity since you came to this odd land, populated by these creatures who are like the horses from your own dimension/timeline/planet/wherever you came from. The first thing you stumbled upon was this building shaped like a carousel. Rarity was the first pony you met, and she caught your eye immediately. Her pearly white coat with her shiny purple mane and tail, she just beamed with elegance as you walked into her boutique, with her red glasses and a measuring tape draped around her neck, staring at a mannequin shaped like a pony.
You two became fast friends as she learned what hands could do for her work, and threading needles with fingers (even your clumsy ones) was much easier than with her magic, weirdly enough. As you were now staying at her place, which turned out to have an entire office building below the ground level, you thought you would start working for her as repayment for lodging, food, and her making you clothes, since there weren’t any Gaps in Equestria.
But you never expected another part of the job, being Rarity’s right-hoof man. One morning, as you made your way into the bathroom to start your day, you ran into her doing something odd. She was…masturbating? But not in the…female way. As it turns out, Rarity was part of a small group of unicorns that had both sets of genitalia. So, in addition to her normal parts, she had an addition.
In sharp contrast to her white fur, she had a set of deep, ebony testicles larger than your own, about the side of large oranges. In fact, her whole sheath was the deep black, with a pastel-pink horsecock that slinks out in times of…excitement. It was also pretty big. It dangled about 8 inches above the floor when soft (and she was close to 5 feet high), and had to be at about as wide as a can of soda. Ever since you discovered her “secret”, she has been wearing slightly more revealing clothes to work every morning. Which is odd, since most of the other ponies in the building didn’t wear clothes. But as Rarity always has to be fabulous, she bucks the trend.
Today, she wore a light blue blouse with a purple tie, she had a white tail wrap, which was just above her black mini-skirt, if you could call it that. It was more like a black strip of fabric that covered her plothole and vagina, as well as some of her cutie mark. But it was more about what it didn’t cover. Her plump, black balls were just below the end of her thigh, and at this point in the day, at around 3 o’clock, she was feeling a bit exhausted on this warmer-than-average day. She didn’t mind sweating a bit, as she has been working on a new line for Hoity Toity, and was not to be interrupted by anyone who wasn’t you or Hoity himself.
You poke your head in the door, just about to take your break,
“Miss Rarity? Anything I can do for you at the moment?” you pipe up.
“Why yes, actually. I have this list for you with a small set of errands that need to be done before the end of the day”
Rarity usually went past the normal 9-5 of the normal workday, and usually worked whenever she felt like it. So you were basically always on call.
You look at the list, and there’s one item that sticks out to you today: “Massage Rarity’s ass.”
“Darling, as for the third item on that list, I’m going to need to bump that “appointment” to…now. I’m feeling oh so stressed, and need to take a small break so I can power through to finish these last few designs.”
This wasn’t an odd request, per se, but as you opened the door fully and walked in, you knew it was going to be a different kind of massage that day. You quickly ran to your office and grabbed your bottle of “massage oil”, and walked back in, bracing yourself. Her pink member was simply hanging there, and you could already see a wet spot on the carpet in her office right below it, and could just make out a small string of something.
“Well, my wonderful assistant, let’s started, shall we?”
You nod, and take off your dress shirt, tie, and slacks and neatly hang them up on an empty garment rack, which are everywhere in this office. Your undershirt and underwear are thrown onto the chaise lounge next to it. She is going to continue to work, as she likes to do during these “appointments”. You move behind her at her desk, where she is sketching something. You slowly grab the fastening on her skirt under her tail and slip if off, also going over to place it on a hanger next to your clothes.
You go to the door and place an “out to lunch” sign on her door, and lock it. You move behind the fashionista, and squirt a bit of the “oil” on your hands, and they each grab one cheek of her luxurious plot, and start to knead and work at it. Your thumbs making circles near the diamonds on each side.
“Excuse me, darling? While I know the list says “ass”, could we just move on to the important part. It feels wonderful, but it’s just teasing me at this point.”
“Yes, Miss Rarity.” You say, after swallowing and nodding slightly.
You grab a stool and sit down right in front of her plot, your eyes at the same level as your new target: her balls. Your first step is to cup them, one in each palm, as they get perfectly in your larger than normal hands. They feel heavy, like they’ve grown since the last time you’ve had an “appointment” of this kind. They feel damp, as there are beads of sweat all over her package. You can definitely smell it. You start to work your hands around the smooth skin of her ballsack. It’s definitely been moisturized, as you’re pretty sure she puts something all over her body to keep it that smooth. Your thumbs work in the same way as on her ass, thumbs rotating clockwise on each orb, switching to counter clockwise ever so often. You feel the skin stretching with every rotation, as you switch to a technique that looks like you are polishing them, as if they were the finest diamonds on the planet.
A splotch of pink catches your eye as you see her member start to work its way up towards her stomach, extending to the full 15 inches. You know you must be doing a good job, so you go to the next step. You scootch the stool closer, until your nose is almost touching them. You can almost feel the musk emanating off them, and you take a huge sniff in, taking in her essence, which is surprisingly feminine for such a masculine package. You breathe softly on it, and she shudders as your warm breath graces her testicles. You pucker your lips and kiss them, ever so gently. You move your lips around one globe, expanding and contracting your mouth in a wave of adoration, sucking the orb. You add tongue to it, lathering your saliva all over, tasting her salty sweat and the musk. This continues for some time, before switching to the other one. You start to see a constant drip of pre-cum hit the carpeting, so you know it’s a good job.
“Excuse me, wonderful assistant, we’re going to move on to the end now. I’m much too backed up.”
You oblige, and move the stool out of the way. She always wants to continue working, so you slink under her desk and move on to the piece de resistance. The pink shaft, now sticky from the precum, is ready. You look at it, the slit on the end staring back at you as her head begins to slightly flare. You grasp it with your hands, feeling the veins and the size, and move your head towards it.
You hold her dick on each side, moving your face towards the leaking slit, as it drips precum. Your tongue inches forward, preparing to taste her fluids. You stick your tongue into her urethra and start to lap up the precum. It's salty, but not too much. You stroke her shaft to try and coax more out of the leaking opening and you try and consume it as it comes out. You pull your tongue back and experience a little bit of resistance, you think nothing of it as you just want more of her pre. You dive back in, jamming your whole mouth into her dick as you continue to jack her off, not noticing that her flare has started to expand past the size of your head. Her slit was getting larger, too, as you were suddenly able to fit your whole mouth and jaw into her stallionhood. You should have seen the signs coming, but you took it to mean that you should try and go even deeper. You were practically eating out her urethra at this point. You tried to pull your head back to get some air, but you only felt a sharp resistance on your face. Like you were stuck and being sucked in.
You suddenly feel a lot warmer, and your head is suddenly all the way in her cock! You try to shout, but it only comes across as pleasure to Rarity, and she fails to notice that her genitalia is devouring you whole. Only when she hears a muffled Rrrty! does she look down to notice that her mare meat has closed around your neck like a sweater and is moving on to your shoulders. She looks down to see your hands pushing on her glans as you try and push yourself out of there.
"Oh, sorry, Darling! I just thought you were trying something new today. I'm afraid that once you're in, you have to go all the way. Don't worry, though, I'll have you out in a bit. Just as soon as I'm done with this design." She doesn't mention how you'll be exiting her carnivorous cock, but you're more concerned by the fact that her dick is currently eating you whole like a snake consumes a mouse.
The suction continues as your shoulders start to slide in, you can feel the pulsing of the flesh and your head is now getting warmer. You can smell the musk and you can practically taste her pre and her cum as it begins to soak into your skin and coats your body. Your arms begin to be pushed down as her dick seems to give a swallow like it had a throat. You feel the white unicorn shift and flex her dick so that it starts to point more upwards as she puts her front hooves on her desk, making sure she can start to use gravity as her feeding aid to get you in quickly and efficiently. Her soft, pink dick is now at full mast, harder and bigger than it's ever been before. The most her monstrous meat would "feed" on would be a mouse or two given by Fluttershy during Rarity's rut, so a full human was not in her "diet".
You continued to slip farther in, your arms pinned to the side as the last of your torso is consumed. And because all of this was so jarring, the erection you were sporting had gone away so your hips and dick were consumed as your legs were pushed together.
"Just a little bit more, dear. Then you'll be coming out."
You now had a little bit more time to think about what "coming out" meant, and you didn't think for much longer because you were 99% sure of what that meant. You continued to slide in as you felt your thighs and calves get sucked in. Your head and neck suddenly feel less constricted as you peek into the very anatomically incorrect ballsack. It feels like a balloon with a little ridge in the middle where there is normally a separation for the actual testicles. You think that this must be a side effect of having a magical penis that swallows things. The last cool feeling you feel are your bare feet as you wiggle them as you wave your metaphorical white flag, signaling to Rarity that you're almost done. If you weren't super scared right now, it would actually feel kinda nice to be in her shaft, like being in a sleeping bag surrounded by a huge comforter.
Your feet slide all the way in and her urethra goes back to its normal size and you are deposited in the leathery and slippery pouch of her genitals. You push out a couple times to signal to her that you're all the way in, and you feel yourself jostle around as she walks over to her fainting couch so she can rest.
She sits down on the couch like a certain minty-green unicorn she knows as her distended and filled sack hangs off of the edge, resting on the floor of her office. "Ooh, darling, just a bit of stimulation and you'll be ready to come out. You're going to look fantastic." You relax now that you're in her "pouch" and you feel like you're in a musky sauna. You do love the smell of her package, and this is like an essential-oil version of that. You were sitting ankle deep in a pool of her thick cum, sloshing around as she moved like you were in a kiddy pool. You were sweating as you felt a bit of motion as she started to rub her junk with her hooves and her magic. You were barely noticing how you were getting sleepier, sweatier, and transforming more into her semen as the time went on. First, all of your body hair started to come off, then you started to slump down more as the cum level began to rise like a creamy hot tub.
"You're just about done, dearie." Your body was making less and less of a distortion on the shape as you continued your transformation. Just as you were about to finish you thought to yell out to your captor.
"WAIT HOW ARE YOU GOING TO BRING ME BA-blub".
You didn't get to finish your sentence as the rest of your body merged with the rest of your body that had already been converted to her spunk. A few bubbles popped, very loudly, for that matter, and Rarity had noticed that as she was just about finished with her magazine that she had started as she was waiting for you to be done.
"Oh, he must be done! Don't worry, darling. You were wonderful. Let's get to getting you out."
Author's Note
So, how would you like to see Anon get out of this predicament?
Do they get out of this alive?
Or do they meet a less desirable fate?
Ending 1 - Anon is saved.
Rarity flashes her horn and a large wooden armoire starts to rumble as her magic searches for what she's looking for.
"Oh, I simply need something like this during such a stressful project. Fleur isn't always the most hospitable client, but the checks certainly are good." she says to herself, as she lets out a happy "ah!" as the thing she was looking for comes bursting out of the cabinet.
It was a large purple cylinder with two open ends and a stretched out inside. On the end was a little ridge where she would put a condom. Her magic started to rumble as she brings a large condom out of that same cabinet and unwraps it. The black wrapper states "perfect for cock vore and/or overproductive packages!". She takes the black condom out and slides it over the end of the tube so she can be sure you'll have the easiest time reforming. Also because black goes with anything. She brings the large masturbatory aid under her desk and makes a quick phone call to the office secretary, Raven. "Raven, darling, please call Twilight and tell her to come over. Tell her I'll need some help with some "animation"." Rarity had done this enough times to various ponies and helpers that Twilight knew what it meant.
With that out of the way, Rarity holds her breath and pushes down. The slick interior of the sex toy glides over her turgid flesh, and she gasps at how tight it feels. The pink silicone squishes and makes all kinds of noises as the horsecock slides in and stretches it out. She bottoms out in one stroke, not limited by pesky bodily organs or physics. She can almost see her tip exiting the toy but the opaqueness of the condom prevents that.
"Well, dear. It shouldn't be long now. Doing this always gives me a hair trigger." She starts to pump, her hips moving back and forth as her magic works the opposite way. If you could feel anything, it would feel like a rapid swing set as her enormous and gurgling testicles swayed back and forth, nearly hitting the carpet in her office and giving her delicate balls rug burn. A vicious "smack, smeck, smack" reverberates throughout her office, and anyone within a few meters of her office would surely be able to hear her pleasure herself.
She keeps going, faster and faster, pumping in and out of the sex toy like a mare in heat, making sure to stay in so the load can go into the latex container. She finally starts to pace herself as her pistoning comes to a finale as she gets more determined and particular with her pounding. "Almost...there...just...a...little..." and as soon as she was about to finish her sentence, the dam erupts.
"MOOOOOOOORRREEE!" She screams as all hell breaks loose. The first shot sends the tip of the condom out like a cannonball, the thick cream starting to bulge the latex with every pump as she thrusts her hips out every time a new rope shoots out. It keeps coming, volley after volley of musky, voluminous jizz. The condom starts to look like a massive water balloon as it flows like whitewater (heh) rapids. After a solid minute of pleasure, her massive junk has shrunk back to a (still) large, but more normal size as all of you has been ejected. As Rarity wipes away stray strands of her purple mane from her sweating forehead, a pink flash appears as a familiar alicorn teleports in.
"So who was it this time?" Twilight chuckles as Rarity catches her breath.
"My assistant..." Rarity grumbles as she moves the toy away from her and ties off the condom.
"Can you just let them know if your junk is going to devour them? I swear this happens like once a week."
"His tongue is just so good darling, you should give him a try!"
"Only if he consents. I don't want this happening again."
"Fair. Just bring him back, please, I'll get the setup ready. " Rarity walks over to another cabinet and gets out a large plastic kiddie pool as she levitates the wobbling condom over and into it.
Twilight's horn glows a bright pink and a flash of white overtakes the office. Now inside the kiddie pool is a dazed and confused human, and you move your hands over your body, suddenly aware of your form.
Rarity runs over to you and hugs you, "Oh, I'm so sorry dear, I should have let you know."
"It's okay," you say, "it was kinda fun. I would like a heads-up next time, though."
"Absolutely, I should at least give you that much. Is there anything I can get you now?
"Yeah. A raise." All 3 of you in the room laugh loudly, and as the laughter dies you pipe up again. "No, I'm serious. I'd like a raise."
Rarity replies flatly, "Oh, yeah. I can do that."
Author's Note
You got a raise, Rarity found a new sex friend, and it all ended fairly well.
Ending 2 - A less-solid fate.
"Ahh, It always feels good to feel them squirm as they hold on to their solid form. It's one thing I appreciate about humans. So dexterous." She uses her magic to remove her skirt and blouse as she sits back on her fainting couch, her massive genitalia bubbling and gurgling with a recently digested human in them. She hits a button on her phone and yells to it. "Raven?"
"Yes, Miss Rarity?" her secretary replies.
"Can you come in here, for a second? I need some help with a design."
"Right away, Miss!"
The light gray earth pony comes rushing in, eagerly awaiting what comes next.
"Who is it today, Miss Rarity?"
"The human assistant I've had for the past couple weeks. They've been pretty good at the whole sex thing but pretty bad at everything else, truth be told. I decided it was time they take a little vacation."
"A permanent one?"
"Oh, you know me so well, dear. Now come help mama with the send-off."
Raven goes to the cabinet and grabs a bottle of lubricant and smears it on her hooves and upper chest. This is a full-body experience when Rarity gets in one of her "moods". Rarity's towering penis is standing at attention, a small bead of precum slathering the tip as it stands about 3 feet long and 8 inches across. Raven can't even reach up to lick it off, so she just lets it drip onto her tight black hair, staining it with the cloudy liquid. Her tongue gets up to the ridge of the marecock so she licks all up there as her body and arms give a big hug to it, as she starts to move. Rarity's magic is working on her own balls, stimulating them more as to get her former assistant good and churned.
"Oh, the load they'll make is going to do more than they ever could as my assistant. Near worthless except for pleasuring me, but now they'll exist as my ultimate pleasure." She shudders as Raven works her way up and down the ebony shaft, making it slick with the lubricant and the hoof-work of the bespectacled secretary.
"You see, you're wonderful at being a secretary, and you're fantastic at pleasing me. You're the ultimate package for my package."
"Thank you, Miss. I've always loved your dominating but generous attitude." Raven replies in between kissing and licking the veins on her bosses' dick. She continued to make her way around the pillar of flesh as she wanted to give Rarity the most pleasure she could.
"O--OH, thank you dear, you've been a bit help. Now I need you to grab that mannequin, it's almost time for me to blow!"
Raven quickly gets up off of the dick and grabs a mannequin to put in front of the fashionista's cannon. Whenever Rarity would go through a mental design block, she somehow lost an assistant every time. A ring of blue shrouds her dick as it starts to move up and down it. The mannequin now rests a few feet in front of the couch as Rarity pushes through her mental block. "Oh, yes, I need you out now! Your purpose is finally being fulfilled!" she gloats as if you were still living to hear her taunt you. But you weren't, you were merely genetic material waiting to be ejected onto her carpet and designing tools. She continues to pump her magic around her dick and on her nuts as she starts to sweat.
"Get ready, Raven. I'm ab-"
She cuts off her own sentence as she cums. Raven had to lie down on the base of the mannequin or else it would be toppled over by the sheer force of Rarity's cum shot. There was an audible splat! as the thick liquid hit the side of the pony-shaped plastic. The creamy white substance came out like a super soaker, but thicker and muskier. Your body was nothing more than a vessel for her pleasure, and she made sure you knew that. Wave after wave of sloshy cum came out, and after it was all said and done, 2 minutes had past and the last dribbles were making their way out, and Rarity fell to her side on the couch, exhausted. She levitated over a bottle of water as Raven rushed over to clean the few remaining drops out of her tip.
"Now be careful, dear. It might want seconds!" they both laughed as the submissive secretary licked up and savored the remainder.
Rarity sat up after a few minutes to see the cum leaking off the mannequin in strips, some of it becoming stretched out and almost sheer-like.
"Hmm. Layered Chiffon? That's perfect! Maybe that lousy assistant was good for something after all."
"Two things." Raven replied. "They also tasted really nice."
Both ponies laughed again as Raven left the office to schedule the cleaning crew for the next morning. After Rarity had finished her design, of course.
