With the familiar jingle of the Carousel Boutique's front door, rarity pivoted on a heel-clad foot, facing the door with a wide smile and welcoming the newcomer. She was part way through her greeting when she noticed exactly who it was; the raggedy-as-always Dusk Shine, dressed in a pair of worn jeans, a dingy, dark purple jacket with an even darker purple hoodie underneath it, and a grey shirt with his cutie mark plastered across it.
"Ah, I see the riff-raff has gotten out of the coal mines for the day," she commented, well-manicured fingernails drumming on her wide hips.
She sauntered over to him, hands wrapping around his body as she drew him close for a kiss. Dusk's perverted little fingers instantly latched onto her fat, marshmallow ass, groping her with definite desire through the matte black skirt she wore that ended just above her knees.
Rarity broke away from the kiss after a moment, shooting Dusk a questioning glance as she looked him up and down.
"You've set to molesting me before I've even let you into the building?" she asked with a cocked eyebrow.
"You're very molestable, Rare," Dusk shrugged, squeezing her ass with a smirk as he shot her his own look of confusion. "And correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't you not give me the chance to say hi before that delicious tongue of yours got lonely?"
"Hm, I can't quite recall," Rarity said, shrugging and turning away from Dusk. "I guess I might just have to let the local guard check the security tapes when I call them about the gropey pervert that's just wandered into my business."
"Gropey pervert?" Dusk asked, crossing his arms and staring at her ass as she kept turned away from him. "You're not gonna let me enjoy myself first and then slap me with a rape charge afterwards?"
"Only if I regret it come morning," she shrugged. "Now, is there a reason you and your stench of poverty are loitering in my shop, or did you only come here for a quick game of grab-ass?"
"As tempting as that second one sounded when I woke up this morning, I'm here to ask you to fit a new jacket for me," Dusk said, pointing at the frayed and dying stitching of the purple jacket he wore as well as the patchwork on it. "The poor fucker's been clinging to life for the past few years now... but I really liked it and didn't wanna chuck it out."
"And you didn't come to me for repairs years back... because?" Rarity asked with a gesture of her hand as she turned back to face Dusk.
"Because I am not a clever stallion," he said with a shrug, rolling his petite shoulders and joining his hands at his waist, leaning forward on his heels and grinning widely. "So can my lovely little clothing-thot make me a new one? I'll pay whatever you need to keep the lights on."
"Clothing-thot..." Rarity sighed, trying to keep the grin off her face as she turned around once more. "That's certainly a new one..."
"I come up with them on the way over, got a few I was trialling but decided to go with that one," he shrugged, eyes returning to gawking at her ass once again.
"And what were those others?" she queried, leading Dusk over to the stairs to take him up to her fitting rooms.
"Stitch-bitch and the clothing hangar whore," he said with a dismissive wave of his hand. "I felt they were a little too mean-spirited and a bit derogatory."
"Yes, because when calling a woman a filthy slut, you always have to be as polite and considerate of their feelings as you possibly can," Rarity smirked, her hips swaying as she headed up the stairs with Dusk in tow.
"Of course," Dusk agreed. "Momma may have raised a womanising, man-whoring, non-committal user... but she didn't raise a rude one."
Rarity wanted to be mad, but couldn't manage to keep the smile off her plump lips. She ran a hand through her mane, flicking it aside afterwards as they reached the top of the stairs, gesturing to one of the seats used for fitting.
"I need you shirtless," she said with a wave of her hand. "I need to get as precise a measurement as I possibly can... and might I recommend some new jeans while you're here? Bundled in with the price of the jacket because I'm such a good friend."
"Would that also require me to remove my lower clothing as well, Rarity?" Dusk questioned despite the obviousness of the answer.
"My, you really are as smart as they say, my dear Dusk," she giggled.
"And why, perhaps, would you want me to disrobe entirely, my dear Rarity?"
"Oh, well I wouldn't know," she said, sitting him down, pinning him down, in the chair and straddling his waist, her thick, white thighs squishing against his own while the heat between her legs grinded up against his stomach. "Maybe there's a slight chance that I, an innocent, virginal, wholesome seamstress..."
She placed her face mere centimetres from his, close enough to feel the heat of her breath as her gorgeous purple eyes stared deep into his soul before the final sentence poured out of her maw with as much heat and steam as a volcanic eruption.
"Wanna get a good look at that big, fat Alicorn cock you've got," she said, making sure to grind herself against the ever-growing bulge in Dusk's pants.
"Well..." Dusk said in a purring tone, eyes rolling about in a faux-thoughtful manner before settling on Rarity. "I'll do a trade with you... I'll show you mine if-"
"-if I show you mine first," she said, leaning back slightly with a slow nod. "Are my clothing services not satisfying enough to get a mere look at your marvellous dick, Dusk?"
"No, they'd be more than worth it on it's own, but y'see..." Dusk growled in a seductive tone, slowly unbutton Rarity's tight, purple shirt and exposing the black-laced bra she had underneath it. "I'm gonna fuck you, and you need to be naked for that."
"Gonna fuck me?" she repeated. "Right here?"
"Like a dimestore little rent-mare," Dusk nodded, removing her shirt and staring at her mountainous tits, her beautiful cleavage on display as her heaving breasts, each larger than her head, were prime and ready to be toyed with. "Gonna throw you over your desk and pump you full..."
"But, sir, I could never consider such a filthy action, one so innocent as I?" she said, batting her stylish eyelashes with a faux pout on her cheeks. "I think you must have me confused with some other slutty, cum-guzzling whore."
"If I have... then I'm gonna make you one and the same," Dusk smirked, unclasping Rarity's bra and throwing it aside.
Her titanic, alabaster jugs fell free with a bounce, nipples erect and ready to be played with, a task Dusk wasted no time getting to. His hands latched onto her tits, barely able to contain the fucking monumental size of her jugs, hard nipples digging into the palm of his hands as he squeezed hard enough to get a groan from Rarity.
"So rough..." she said from behind her hand, a red blush staining her snow-white cheeks.
"I'm only getting started," Dusk smirked.
He adjusted his hands, hiking her up higher on his waist, supporting her by grabbing her ass, before latching his mouth onto her nipple. Rarity shivered at the sensation, Dusk's hot maw soaking her erect flesh in a matter of seconds, suckling her teat like a starving child.
Her hand found the back of his head, gently gripping the purple femboy's scalp and pushing him further against her breast. The massive blob of tit squished against Dusk's head, soft and puffy like a marshmallow, and just as thick. His other hand worked the other nipple, pinching and squeezing it between his thumbs as Rarity began to gyrate in a circular pattern against his waist, her cunt-soaked panties rubbing against the rough material of Dusk's clothing as an attempt to stimulate herself.
"You're so greedy..." she commented, her voice soft and loving. "Like a spoiled little brat. There's enough tit there for three people, and you want it all to yourself. Bad boy... bad, bad boy."
She gave him a gentle thwack around the head, toying with her spoiled stallion as she allowed him to keep pleasuring her. She decided to get ready for action ASAP, taking a hair bobble off her wrist and using it to tie her mane behind her head, a long, curled, flowing ponytail sprouting out as a result of the high-sitting manestyle.
"God... looking at that nearly just made me cum," Dusk said as he removed his mouth from her nipple just to comment on her beauty. "You're the sexiest clothing-thot I've ever tasted."
"I best be, or else somebody's getting anthrax in their mailbox for thinking they're good enough to steal my greedy little brat away from me," she said, affectionately petting Dusk once again.
"Thanks, mommy..." Dusk sniggered, feeling the shiver of arousal run down Rarity's spine at the mention of the name.
"Ooh, don't call me that this early," she said in a deeper, much more horny voice. "I'll ride you dry before I've even had your cock in my mouth... and gods know how much I want your cock in my mouth..."
"Bit of an oral fixation there, my dear?"
"I'd rather suck cock than eat food, Dusk, you know that," Rarity said with a slutty grin on her perfect mouth. "Would you make some magic happen? Change me so I only need to eat cum to survive? I promise I'll make you the only place I shop for dinner..."
"As tempting as it sounds, I know you're a hungry little wench, and I need my cock to fuck other mares," he shrugged. "If you were on it day and night, I'd never get to plough all the pretty girls I want to."
"You're not the most clever stallion for bringing up other mares while sucking my tits, you know?" Rarity asked.
"Oh, shut up. I know that ego and that cunt of yours jumps over the moon and back whenever I tell you how much better you are than other mares," Dusk said, flicking her on her slender belly as a response. "You cum nearly as hard from that as you do from my dick."
"I'd be a liar if I said you were wrong," she said with a smug shrug. "And speaking of your dick... I think it's mealtime. Don't you?"
"I thought you'd never ask..." Dusk said, allowing Rarity to hop down onto the floor.
The two of them used magic to strip, Dusk casting aside his clothes into a pocket dimension while Rarity flung hers straight onto the floor.
"Ever the neat freak, are we?" she asked, hands on her nude hips.
"Only ever mess up time travel spells and pussy, Rarity, you know that," Dusk winked, sitting back down on the chair and spreading his thick thighs apart.
Rarity's eyes almost lit up at the bludgeon between the femboy's thighs, standing at a mouth-watering fifteen inches at full mast and a cunt-ruining thickness that rivalled her forearm. The only thing nearly as impressive as his womb-ravaging cock were the baseball sized nuts that were wrapped up nice and snug in his fat, leathery ballsack. She was drooling before her knees even hit the carpet, face pressed into Dusk's enormous balls and inhaling furiously.
Her hand went up to the top of his dick, palm rubbing circles against the flat tip of his dark purple shaft. Her tongue jutted from her mouth, sliding over one of his huge fucking nuts with desperation never seen outside the guilty and the dying. She nearly sucked the whole thing into her mouth, caressing and adoring her fucktoy's big, breeding nuts. She tended to their needs, getting them good and ready, imagining that she could hear his balls churn and flood with cum as her whore mouth worked overtime to get him as excited as he needed to be to blow a fucking river all over her face.
Gods, she needed it on her face... and on her tits... and in her mouth. She needed the cum, craved it more than oxygen itself. She wanted this hung bastard's thick-as-glue, boiling hot load to paint her another shade of white. Her palm was slick with the pre of the excited stallion, switching which one was wanking his pussy-destroying lance, licking the palm of her hand clean as the day she was born just to get even the briefest taste of his ichor. Her other hand pumped up and down the shaft, struggling to close her fingers around this monster of a cock as she pleasured him.
She gently motorboated his balls, feeling the hot, leathery skin flex and stretch across her face as those enormous, powerhouse balls rubbed against her cheeks through it. Her tongue lashed under his sack, flicking and rolling those massive nuts, sucking the bottom of them with her eager mouth as she once again shivered in anticipation for when the biblical flood of spunk would come from this perfect dick.
Dusk groaned quietly, bucking forwards into Rarity's hand as her expert fingers worked in tandem with that legendary stroke technique she had, being the only mare he'd ever rutted who could make him cum with a handjob. He wasn't sure if the technique came from years of working with her hands, whether it was some secret family power, or if the purple-maned little thot was just so used to working dick over the course of her life that she'd developed some kind of cum-summoning super power.
Whatever it was, it worked wonders for the tight-pussied little minx, as Dusk was dripping cum from the tip of his shaft like a leaking tap. The first two dripped onto Rarity's mane, getting her attention and her excitement going again, head bolting upwards with her mouth wide and her tongue outstretched, ready to get even the smallest puddle to try and quench her desperation.
But it only made her want it more. With each globule of thick, white precum that dripped onto her purple tongue, she felt the need for more grow larger and larger. Her hands gently squeezed Dusk's balls, foolishly attempting to milk them, wanking him faster with her other hand, pumping the cum-slicked digits up and down his monstrous shaft, trying desperately to get more and more out of him.
He soon crossed a point where his excitement no longer made him drip, it made him pour. Dusk Shine, the super genius Alicorn prince that had defeated monsters of all kinds of myth and magic, unleashed his greatest talent: being the world's most adorable cum fountain as he began to drool cum from the tip of his cock into Rarity's mouth. Her wanking made the flow unstable, sometimes getting it to land on her tongue, other times flicking the head of his dick up at just the right time to get it to land on her nose, her eyes, or her mane.
But she didn't care where it landed. It was cum. Thick, musky, delicious cum pouring like a tap from the most gorgeous cock she'd ever laid her hands, lips, and pussy on. Love was a thing she never experienced until Dusk got aroused, as her heart, soul, and body were dedicated entirely to this big, throbbing cock. Hot, viscous liquid poured into her mouth, sliding down the back of her tongue and down her throat, pooling in her stomach where she planned to take more and more.
Soon her lips, muzzle, and entire face were coated, turning the usually-professional and well-composed businessmare into a slutty toaster strudel, stained and smeared with hot, sugary goodness. She was off in wonderland, getting a facial treatment better than anything she could pay for at the spa. It was too good to not too, tasted to good to want anything else... and it was only going to be made better when Dusk's nerve broke.
He launched himself out of his chair, grabbing hold of the back of Rarity's head as he rammed his cock, tip to base, into her throat. The sensation of the entirety of her windpipe stretching to accommodate this colossal dick that had made its home inside her body was almost orgasmic, the taste of his salty, cum-soaked cock sliding over the entire length of her tongue sent shivers through her entire body.
Her hands locked onto his thighs, squeezing them tightly as her eyes nearly bulged out of her head. The size pushed her to the limit, the lack of preparation for such deep penetration made this so much harder... and Rarity was ready to die the second Dusk started fucking her throat.
There was no warm-up, no gentle encouragement, or romantic lead-in. It was as fast and as hard as the lavender twink could manage, pounding her throat over and over with his lethal cock. The taste, the scent, the pain, the pleasure... all too much for Rarity to even put a thought together. She wanted him deeper, she wanted him to stop. She needed to have him all and yet it hurt so bad. Her lungs were burning, gasping for air, but at the same time she wanted him to cum and fucking kill her. Her brain was gone, running on nothing more than breeding instinct as her face, throat, and cunt burned with desperation, a raging inferno that could only be quelled by a thorough hosing down with Alicorn cum.
And hose the whore he did.
Dusk was close before he'd even started raping her mouth, she could tell that from how much cream was on tap at that point, so when the walking cum factory blew his load, it came as no surprise. He called her name out, her ears perking and her eyes fluttering as the flood to end her life came pouring down her gullet. It had been well over a minute since she'd taken a breath, being asphyxiated by this hammering cock for longer than she thought she could manage. Her consciousness surprised her, wondering how she hadn't blacked out and, at this point, drowned.
The cum hit her stomach hard enough to make her lurch, Dusk's colossal cock acting as much as a canon as it did a battering ram, and the feeling of filling was instant... and it was euphoric. Her belly was full to the brim with less than three spurts, stretching out ever so slightly to accommodate more of the sloshing, gurgling load inside her. Her need to fill her lungs with air was lost to the need to fill her body with cum.
Her eyes rolled back, brain nearly falling out of her ears, as Dusk continued to pump her larger and larger. She looked pregnant soon enough, her stomach full of a baby's worth of thick, steamy cum before Dusk finally, and regrettably tore his length from her throat and allowed her to breathe... but he still wasn't finished cumming.
Despite being full and bloated, despite having cum more in a single spurt than most other animals came in a year... Dusk's balls still had more to give. The enormous orbs were gifts from the gods, as was his perfect cock, and those gifts brought with them the holy power of a seemingly-endless orgasm. He continued to blast cum onto Rarity, even as she was hunched over, spluttering and hacking to get air down her throat, he soaked her.
After several long seconds, she sat up, her eagerness to swallow and taste taking over her once more, the cumflated, glutenous whore sitting up as straight as she could with her 'pregnant' belly, mouth open, eyes closed, and tongue hanging down over her chin. He basted the little bitch with every last drop, head to toe, soaked her down to the bone with cum, thick as glue and hot as coffee. Her mane was plastered to her head, make-up smeared and running, and every inch of her front was covered, was dripping with the twinky fertility god's alabaster load.
Rarity was panting, mind frazzled and barely able to form sentences. She dropped onto her hands and knees again, cum-soaked tits heaving as her lungs tried desperately to keep her in the realm of the living, body trembling as her fight or flight reflex had been triggered by her near death experience at the hands of Dusk's perfect dick. She looked up at the depleted stallion, eyes watching his cock wilt as a smirk spread onto his face.
"You... you look like you enjoyed yourself," he said, getting out of the chair and pressing his now-flaccid, cum-soaked cock against Rarity's face.
She kissed it. She licked it. She slobbered all over his fat fucking dick. What else could she do? There was nothing else that mattered to her more than his cock. Why should anything? Work? Who the fuck cared about work. Could stitching clothes and paying bills pump her this full of cum? Customers? Dusk was the only customer to ever wanted to see from this day forward, and she didn't even wanna make him clothes. Why would she? If he put clothes on, she couldn't see his cock. She couldn't suck his cock. And why would she ever, at any point, make a decision that would lead to her not being able to suck his cock? Was she stupid? No, sir, not her. Why would she ever worry about income and self-sufficiency when Dusk's dick was the only thing she needed?
"You doing alright, baby?" Dusk asked, kneeling down and getting Rarity to look at him.
Her eyes narrowed for a second, her brain sparking briefly as she felt like two electric cables were being rubbed together. The heat in the back of her mind disappeared, her hearing returned proper, and she felt the aches and pains more clearly than she did before.
"Y-Yes, Darling..." she nodded, getting back onto her knees and placing a hand on her cum-stuffed stomach, stroking the thing absent-mindedly. "Was away with the fairies for a moment too long.
"You wanna finish?" he asked, eyeing up her plump rump with an eager expression.
Her brain twitched again, eyes jumping down to his cock, seeing it still dripping with thick cum, before a twisted, almost-psychopathically desperate grin spread onto her face.
"Fuck me from behind," she said, she ordered, spinning around in less than two seconds and collapsing her chest onto the pool of cum she was more than willing to swim in.
Dusk stared at her fat, marshmallow ass with a bitten bottom lip. His cock twitched, hardening once again and returning to its full size, eyes looking all over Rarity's fucking huge ass. He clapped his hands to it, fingers sinking into the flesh with a loud thwack, his nimble fingers barely able to hold a fourth of this stacked bitch's fat backside. His cock rubbed against it, his hips taking him in their own direction as he began to hotdog her squishy backside, easily folding as much of the big bitch's buttocks over his throbbing cock as he wanted to.
He clamped his hands down on it, rutting her asscrack with reckless abandon. They'd never gone this hard before, never thrown caution to the wind as badly as they had here, and had never tried to make this much of a mess. They were horny a lot of the time, yeah, but now? Now they were completely crazy, unable to stop and unable to rationalise anything they did. If it didn't end with an explosive orgasm that would cost Rarity several grand in carpet cleaner's fees, they didn't wanna hear about it.
He was pouring cum onto her ass again in less than a minute. His cum volume was legendary, and his refractory period was just as godlike. He could go from sputtering nothing to blowing a river of cum in less than two minutes, and this level of pre was just the warm up to something that would threaten to have Rarity's boutique foreclosed on the grounds of a flood. He was gonna fuck this juicy little bitch raw and pump her full of all of his fuck muck till she couldn't stand.
So why was he wasting time? There was pussy to cream.
He pulled out of the little home he'd made on the crack of her ass, the tip of his cock waiting no longer than a buck of his hips at the lips of her cunt before ramming all fifteen inches inside her. She screamed, audibly, pleasurably, and painfully all at the same time. Her cunt clamped down on his cock hard enough to ache, whether due to her tightness, her surprise, or just his titanic size... maybe a mix of all three, but fuck... she felt good.
He hammered her, hips hitting against that plump ass and making it bounce, knocking his clothing-thot forward with each slam of his stronger-than-they-seemed hips. Her tits squelched in the cum pool, audible splashing sounds of Rarity getting fucked in the river of spooge he'd left her in made his cock harder, made him hornier, and made him more desperate to pump the slut full than ever before.
He was alpha'ing in ways he'd never even dreamed of, having some hot bitch in a river of spunk after gagging her with his monster-sized cock, being less than ten minutes away from cumflating her into paralysis because she was too desperate for his dick to stop herself.
The sheer level of masculinity in the concept of that alone most likely got five mares simply walking past the Boutique pregnant. He was a proper stud, something his small stature and feminine body would never give the impression of, but here he was with his titanic cock about to bloat a bitch out like a balloon with his thick, boiling cum.
His tongue dropped from his maw, dripping excessive amounts of spit onto the white slut's back, pooling and mixing with the small reserve of cum she had already soaking into her fur. He was on the edge, and he could tell Rarity was too. He pumped harder and harder, fingers digging deep as a coal miner into that thick, heavenly ass, hearing the sound of his hips slapping against the ungodly big backside of the seamstress, second only to the cum-summoning moan of orgasm she released that made Dusk pop like a firework.
He blew his load, poured a river into Rarity, that hit her womb like a cannon. Her already bloated belly nearly tripled in size, stream after stream of hot cum pouring into her tight, waiting womb. She pushed herself up onto her hands, her stomach still resting on the floor as the hot, sloshing cum continued to swirl and pool inside her. He didn't pull out, he didn't stop cumming inside her. He didn't want to. He wanted to make sure she couldn't move once they were done. He was gonna cumflate her so bad that she'd be like a beached whale that couldn't even roll onto her side.
And it was working, cumming so much inside her, pouring so much of his ichor into her tight, wet womb that the bitch was too big to even sit up anymore, looking like she'd swallowed two golden retrievers whole without so much as chewing. Her belly gurgled with cum, sounding like a giant water balloon that slopped and bubbled with its contents.
He only pulled out when he'd stopped, not willing to let even a drop be wasted in his attempt to make Rarity an immobile fuck unit... and it was an attempt that was more than successful. He pulled out of his beautiful beached whale, slapping her across the ass and watching the sum-soaked flesh jiggle as he did so, flinging droplets of his load across the room before he finally spoke.
"So... I think that covers everything cost-wise for the clothes, right?"
