“Hmm Hm Hmmm,” Rarity quietly hummed to herself inside of Carousel Boutique. Her home and storefront where everything first took off for the now well known and prestigious fashion designer. Currently, the snowy furred unicorn was in her workshop area near the back of the store, not expecting much traffic from any customers today, she decided to work on an order she had been neglecting for the past few days. It wasn't due for another week, but she had decided not to waste time putting it off and instead get ahead of her workload. Just in case something decided to come up at the last minute.
Her magic glowed, deftly manipulating cloth, needle, and thread together like a seasoned pro, creating another inspired masterpiece of fashion—doing this was second nature to her. Fabric scissors joined the fray, cutting away loose fabric as she sewed the seams of her creation together.
She stepped backward, holding up her piece into the light with her magic, appraising it with her fine eye. “Mmmmm.” She contemplated quietly. “Tsk, tsk, tsk.” Shaking her head in disapproval. “That's not right. What was I thinking?” She said aggravated by her clumsy mistake. Placing the dress back on the mannequin, the astute fashion unicorn took a seat on her stool, musing as to what to do.
Rubbing the underside of her chin with her hoof, she concocted an idea. A wide grin formed on her muzzle, confident that this could work and she would be able to salvage most of what she had done.
Without any delay, the mare sprung back to work, her horn lighting brightly, tools floating back into action, hoping she could finish this before someone came in and interrupted her process.
The bell hanging above the entrance to Carousel Boutique jingled lightly as the door slowly swung open. Noticing the sound, Rarity's concentration broke. Putting down her tools and materials, she looked away from her project toward the doorway.
With a smile from behind her red-framed spectacles that sat snugly on her short muzzle, she greeted the large bipedal figure in the entryway. “Hello, Anon, darling.” Grabbing her glasses, she put them on her work-desk before slowly trotting toward the front of her boutique. “Are you here to pick up your order?” She gestured with a hoof toward a white clothing box wrapped up and held together neatly by a red ribbon. “It's right over there on the counter.”
Anon wordlessly shook his head. Stepping inside, he let the door close and click shut behind him, and walked to meet the petite white unicorn mare.
The two of them met in the middle, stopping a few inches away from bumping into one another. Seeing as she and all other ponies only came up to his knees when standing on all four hooves—even Princess Celestia just barely reached his waist, she craned her neck up to meet his gaze as he towered over her. Even with his imposing height and size, most ponies found Anon to be not very threatening at all, forceful at times? Yes. But everypony that had met him so far never had anything poor to say about him.
Rarity perked an eyebrow in confusion, “What can I help you with then, my dear?” She asked.
A faint smirk was all she saw on his face. Rarity's heart began beating faster, her breath caught in her throat—a small battle of nerves overwhelming her senses. The faintest, smallest beads of sweat could be seen on her face and on her forehead. It wasn't that she was afraid of Anon. No, it was quite the opposite, truth be told. She didn't know why her body reacted this way, at one point she remembered, Twilight telling her it could be due to the 'predator' type traits he possessed. But in all honesty, she had no clue.
She continued her perplexed stare, trying to conceal her nerves the best she could, watching the man's hands start to reach toward his waist.
Anon's dexterous hands fluidly worked on his belt, quickly releasing the buckle's prong from its belt hole and loosening the waist of his pants. Without undoing the button or zipper to his pants, he grabbed a small handful of fabric on either side of his thighs and yanked downward. In what could only be described as the most inelegant sound possible, his pants along with his underwear hit the carpeted floor of the boutique with a 'thud'.
Rarity stood there flabbergasted, looking up and watching the scene a mere few inches in front of her unfold in what felt like slow motion.
What brought her back to 'real-time speed' wasn't the shock of seeing Anon expose himself directly in front of the cute little unicorn mare—he had done this plenty of times before and given the way she prefers to take measurements for any kind of attire anypony or in this case, anycreature, the nudity did not phase her one bit. No, what re-synced her to the flow of 'space-time' was the feeling of Anon's cock smacking her on the forehead. The long, semi-hard, thick, veiny, fleshy appendage flopped out heavily and landed with a 'thwap'.
Startled, Rarity's eyes nearly went cross looking at what had just struck her and now currently rested with some noticeable weight atop her head. Staring at it, her eyelids stretched wide while her pupils shrunk to the size of pinpricks, just its size in relation to her was enough to cause alarm.
“Oh-oh my. Really darling?” She stumbled out, her face morphing to a small pouting scowl. “Must it be right now? I was in the middle of something befo— Ahh.” Rarity winced, feeling Anon's hands glide through her thick and voluminous curled, purple locks, gripping tightly, and pulling her up. “Be careful with the mane!” she cried out. “I just washed and styled it!”
Before long, she was held up by her mane and standing on her hind legs. Her small, thin lips sat puckered directly on the head of Anon's cock—her strawberry red lipstick doing its best not to leave a mark on his tip.
A weight pushed on the back of her head lightly, urging her to open her muzzle and be pulled forward. She swatted frantically at Anon's thighs with her dainty front hooves, not doing more than lightly tapping on his skin as she protested once more. “Now, Anon, just wa—! Huurk, Ulllk“ Before she was even able to finish her sentence, Anon's hands yanked her down forcefully onto his rod, stretching her muzzle and lips wide as her mouth was invaded by the human's thick pulsing member.
Her eyes narrowed angrily, upset by the brutish maneuver, and mentally scoffing at his lack of patience. She stared down his length, uncertain as to how she would be able to accommodate its immense size. Looking up with an irritated gaze, Rarity watched Anon nod, urging her to begin. With an exasperated sigh through her nostrils, her tongue went to work. The large, muscular mouth organ smoothly began lapping along the underside of Anon's member, forcing a happy groan to escape his throat.
Feeling his grip on her head and hair loosen, she pulled her muzzle back an inch, working her tongue on the tip. As she ran her tongue circularly around his penis, she could feel it pulse and twitch every so often as she hit a sensitive spot. On one particular stroke of her tongue, a sizable spurt of pre graced her taste-buds. Closing her eyes, she swallowed without a second thought—enjoying the salty snack.
She continued her ministrations along Anon's tip, circling with her tongue. After a few more moments, she pulled off his prick with a wet, lip-smacking 'pop'.
Rarity looked up to Anon with a confident, self-satisfied grin, “There, darling, now that you've been taken care of, I can resume my project without interruption.” Seeing the disgruntled look on Anon's face, she quickly turned around, making her way back toward her desk and workstation—in hopes that by some divine miracle, he would be on his way.
Before she could even take more than two steps away, her tail was yanked backward, gripped tightly within the human's hand, sending a bolt of pleasure up her spine, forcing a short yelp and stifled moan from her mouth, her marehood winked—dripping a few droplets of arousal down on to the floor below. Feeling another hand on her shoulder, she was spun back around, staring up at Anon's mischievous grin, her lips firmly planted back on the tip of his rod.
“Oh dear,” she said nervously. Her body shivered, feeling the back of her mane grabbed by both of his hands. “Now, Anon. You know I was merely joking, right?” Rarity let out a nervous laugh, her eyes growing big as she shifted her sight back to the length in front of her. “Right, An—?! Hmmmphkk”
Again, Rarity was pulled down and forced to fill her muzzle with Anon's thick, throbbing, fleshy cylinder. This time the force was far greater, pulling Rarity down further and further until the tip tickled the entrance to her throat. The feeling was so sudden, her gag reflex kicked in instantaneously. Hrrkk Ullllk Mmmlllph Drool and phlegm filled her mouth, puffing her cheeks out as she tried to pull her head back to gather some air and regain some composure but Anon's strength held her there. Loud retching and gagging filled the air, Rarity's front hooves pressed firmly on Anon's muscular thighs trying to resist the constant force pushing her head down and driving his cock into her throat.
Not being known for her physical prowess, it did not take long for the strength in her hooves to lose out to Anon's stronger muscles, his salty, musk-glazed member snaking its way down into the tight, slick confines of the fashionista's esophagus. A happy pleasured groan left Anon's mouth as Rarity's muzzle sat firmly against his pubic bone, taking in his musk, her throat stretching noticeably to welcome his girth. With his rod taken all the way to the base, the sound of gagging was muted to a degree, her eyes widened as she stared into his stomach, welling up with tears.
Her throat danced and convulsed all over Anon's cock, the sound of swallowing could be heard, her body trying to take in precious oxygen. Her hooves still trying to feebly push her face away from his pubes and groin. Rarity's whole face had begun to turn red, looking more pink-like due to her white fur. Oxygen deprived and becoming desperate, her eyes were bloodshot, tears slowly streaming down her cheeks. She tried to scream for air, pleading to be let up and given a chance to breathe. Unfortunately for her, all of her attempts only came out as wet muffled gagging noises.
With her face nearly as blue as the eye-shadow she wore, Rarity felt herself being pulled back—her throat being swabbed thoroughly as Anon's dick receded from its tight warm home.
Light-headed and weary, Rarity gasped for breath, the coloration of her face slowly returning to normal yet her eyes remained bloodshot, teary, and distant as the tip of Anon's penis lay in her mouth still.
With what felt like only a mere minute to recuperate, Rarity's mouth was slammed back down, Anon's hips thrusting forward as well. Wet gurgling and gagging filled the air once more, cock filling and stretching her throat, her air supply cut off. The speed at which her throat was invaded caused saliva to burst past her lips and mucus to fly out of her nostrils, splashing on to Anon's groin and into her own face. She felt his cock throb as her throat massaged his length with little effort by her. Another spurt of pre dripped directly into her stomach, unable to enjoy its taste, her body and mind too busy worrying about the lack of air.
Fatigue settled in on Rarity's front hooves, they lay lazily down by her sides, not able to put up much of a fight. She felt her head yanked back again, eyes staring blearily, almost cross-eyed while she watched the length leave her throat—sloppily covered in a thick coating of drool and spit.
Anon gave her even less time to gather her breath, only a few seconds before his tight grip pulled her back down and he thrust his hips, causing a wet smack to echo through the boutique—spattering more drool all over the exhausted unicorn's face. He let out another grunt of pleasure, feeling his dick happily pulse and throb inside Rarity's esophagus. Anon started to build up a rhythm. Noticing most of the petite white fashion pony's fight was gone, he facefucked her at his own pace.
The sloppy mess of saliva, phlegm, and tears on her face became worse and worse as her body just stood there and took it. Her fake eyelashes were dangling—on the verge of falling off, her light blue eye-shadow was smudged in all directions, and her black mascara was running down her cheeks.
Rarity was on autopilot by this point, unaware to most of what was going on now, she was just waiting for the brutal face fucking to reach its conclusion.
Anon felt the pressure in his ball-sack growing, knowing his end was close, he sped up the pace he had built even more. His hips wetly smacked the delirious mare's face harder and harder, sending drool flying everywhere. With a final, harsh yank and savage thrust, he bottomed out, his balls slapping underneath Rarity's chin and tightening as his cock unloaded its swell of semen into her throat and gullet.
Wave after wave was taken like a true cum goblin, Rarity's throat gulped down as much as it could handle—while being painted a nice sticky shade of white. Her stomach filled with cum as quickly as she could swallow, her cute, flat tummy slowly started to bloat outward—rounding off into a small white, curly purple-maned, unicorn cum-balloon. Quickly, the deluge of cum became overwhelming for her to handle, shots of cum had nowhere to go. Taking the path of least resistance, Anon's sticky goo traveled back up through Rarity's throat and sinuses and oozed out her nose and mouth, adding to the plethora of fluids splattered all over her face and muzzle. The scent and taste were imprinted on her senses.
Feeling his orgasm waning, Anon pulled himself free of Rarity's cumtube—much to his chagrin. The last pulse of cum was left partly in her mouth—along with the rest she had yet to swallow, and on her face. As his cock slipped out of her maw with a satisfying 'pop', Anon grabbed his fuck-muck covered dick with one hand and in the other a dry unsullied lock of Rarity's soft, luscious mane. He proceeded to wipe his appendage clean, smearing the mixture of muck and juices into her hair without protest from the blank-faced mare.
Once happy that everything was wiped off as best he could, he let go of his grip—causing Rarity to plop back and sit on her haunches, her mouth agape with semen frothing and spilling out the bottom of her muzzle and nostrils, her gaze unfocused and staring off into the distance, and her face a complete and utter wreck.
Anon crouched down, smiling while he looked at the state Rarity was in. Grabbing his pants, he pulled himself up and fastened his belt, normally he would of pat her on the head in a condescending fashion but he knew better than to stick his hand near that mess. He decided for a just as demeaning pat on the back, his way of saying thanks.
Without much left to do, he strolled over to the counter where his package sat, grabbing it and putting it underneath one arm. He left a stack of bits on the counter before turning toward the door to leave. Humming a happy tune to himself, he reached the door, noticing the Open/Closed sign in the front window of the shop's door, he flipped the sign to 'Closed'. With a thoughtful nod, he opened the door and left.
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