The Last Bronycon

“Oh my gosh, Rarity!”

The medium height girl turned around and saw a pair of women, girls, really, looking as excited as anyone was meant to get, their extra weight making their bodies look akin to ice cream cones mid melt.

“Rarity, I love the suit! Can we get a picture?” the larger one asked. She had longer brown hair compared to her blonde friend. From inside her suit, Laura figured both girls were about the same age. It was always tough to tell. She glanced back and saw her boyfriend with a grin on his face, dressed in an open button down shirt with a pony cleaning her M-16 on the T shirt underneath. She nodded at him, showing she was fine and sauntered up to the two girls. She was quite petite, normally, but in this fursuit, the head made her feel topheavy, the hips were wide, as well. Rarity was nude, which was fine. Ponies went naked everyday. She walked up and held her hooves, her arms, out for a hug. She let the two hold her, their arms grabbing her close.

Laura opened her embrace and turned to her boyfriend, accepting a cellphone. “Alight, one, two, two and a half….” Tom spoke calmly and took pictures of Rarity, one hoof on her hip, the other holding a late teen by her side. Her other arm was a handle for the other friend. A half dozen pics of various poses were taken before Tom called it quits, returning the camera.

The young woman returned to her boyfriend of one month and let him peck at both of her furred cheeks, a half dozen inches from her face thanks to the suit’s big head. She giggled just loud enough for him to hear through her semitransparent eyes, her sight holes. She strutted along the convention center carpet towards the hotel. One flight of stairs and a skyway separated the couple from the adult panel about the state of pony porn in the fandom this evening.

They were at no place else but the Baltimore Convention Center, August third. This was the last Saturday of Bronycon, the very last one.

All weekend there was an air of sadness, of finality. This was the last episode of the show, the last movie of a trilogy, the last chapter of the book of Bronycon.

That was every excuse to make it an absolute banger.

Laura and Tom were together for a long time, but made it official just a month prior. They met through the nefarious channels of the internet, engaging in far too many kinky discussions and roleplays. A little work and Laura was cosplaying with the best of them. Her Rarity fursuit was expensive, but Tom was glad to help pay her way, his salary job able to buy her minky textiles and glossy, sexy eyes aplenty. What’s more, he loved to fuck that fursuit. What no one knew was that her legs came to a very, very form fitting shape at her groin, and the crotch was somewhat exposed. The girl had to keep her knees close together. Tom had creamed his precious little Rarity just last night. Today, they were excited to try her out on the masses.

Rarity’s ID was checked at the hall. She was barely twenty one. Tom, only three years senior, held her hoof as they made for the bar in the back, a half dozen mostly dark skinned hotel staff joked around. Surely underpaid. Tom ordered two heavy rum and cokes, begging they be strong: he was in the navy and drank accordingly, after all. It was odd how often that worked. Laura strutted with him to the back of the crowd as the panelists, voice actors and famous artists, discussed porn. Rarity snuck long sips when no one was looking by tilting her mask up and getting drinks. The fewer attendees knew she was actually a petite latina the better.

The discussion turned into two canon characters, father and son, having an “in character” discussion of the birds and the bees. The crowd was wild for Thorax and his dad to have “the talk”, with Ember weighing in.

After a few minutes, the discussion turned to something she thoroughly loved: cum. The couple took a seat, the mask was getting heavy. She sat upon the edge of the crowd, resting against her man.

What was too much? An average load seemed to be the bottom end of the spectrum, while filling a swimming pool was one of the seemingly more vanilla voice actresses’ supposed maximum. “I’d bathe in that fucking stuff!” Laura whimpered when she heard Ember say that. Tom glanced at her, making her blush as she recalled they had gotten wild with a few pounds of corn starch and bathwater. She giggled and bent down so Rarity could peck her boyfriend’s lips.

As she bent down, her round little ass was felt softly by a passing hand. It belonged to a rather unatractive, round bellied man. She let him walk on by. The fedora on his head didn’t even turn to look back at his victim. She didn’t share the groping with Tom. No reason. It was flattering, sort of. She leaned on him, letting her much more handsome boyfriend hold her hips. She was worried, however, that she had cheeto dust on her ass.

“Is it too early to go to the party?” Laura asked during a rum break, waiting on the next panel about who knew what.

Tom nodded and leaned in to peck her wet lips. “Yeah baby, it's only ten.” She slumped and pouted.