A Piece of Meat

A Piece of Meat
by Shivered Timbers

Chapter 1

With school looming closer every day, Sunset couldn't very well avoid her obligations by not going, nor could she risk the potential fallout of suffering an unwelcome erection in the middle of class. Whether she wore skirts or slacks, she ran the constant risk of exposing herself to the unsuspecting. It had been Fluttershy who brought the issue up to her, and it was on Fluttershy's suggestion that Sunset had gone to Rarity's.

Rarity, after all, was a true friend, able to keep a secret. Furthermore, though Sunset cringed inwardly at knowing she would have to show off her, egh, goods so Rarity could take measurements, she had full faith in Rarity's professional spirit. Everything would be above-board, so to speak. If nothing else, Rarity prided herself on being a lady, and ladies... probably didn't ogle their friends' mysterious horsecocks.

That was one of those things they wrote in etiquette manuals or something, right?

Sunset arrived at Rarity's to find she had caught her friend in the middle of some sewing. From the look of the garment, it was part of yet another line of seasonal wear for the seven of them. Sunset smiled; she'd never get used to Rarity's generosity.

"So what brings you by, darling?" Rarity asked, bent over her sewing machine. "Fluttershy texted me something about you needing new accoutrements, but she was rather tight-lipped about what, precisely, you might be in the market for."

Cheeks burning, Sunset closed her legs and fidgeted in her chair. "Well, it's... a long story." She swallowed. "And, even though I know I can trust you, I just want to make sure that what I have to say remains a secret between the three of us."

The hum and clack of the sewing machine ceased. Rarity sat up, pushing her glasses onto her forehead. "My goodness, a secret? Well, you can have faith in my professionalism, darling, but I must admit, my interest is piqued."

Rarity using those exact words took some of the edge off Sunset's anxiety. But only a little.

"This is..." Sunset sucked in a breath through her teeth. "Really, really personal. I just want your assurance that nothing I say to you will leave this room."

"Done and done." Rarity stood up and placed her hand over her chest. "You have my word, whatever happens in this room, my lips are sealed."

Sunset clenched her eyes and fists. She drew in a long breath and let it out just as long.

"All right. I need some new underthings." She held up a finger. "I know what you're going to say, it's not anything you haven't made before, but..." Cracking her eyes open, she ran her tongue across her dry lips. "Look, there's just no way to prepare you for why. You'd better sit down."

Rarity did so. Sunset stood, drew down the boxer shorts she had been wearing under her skirt -- for they were the only thing that allowed her to wear one in the first place -- and lifted its hem.

Rarity turned bright red and screamed, until she bit down on her fist. Sunset dropped her skirt.

"Oh my god," Rarity hissed. "Sunset, is that... Is that real?"

"As real as I am," Sunset muttered, nodding.

"I... Yah... You could have warned me!"

Sunset averted her eyes. "Sorry. I just need some way to make sure it won't be an issue once school starts. I hope you can help. Take a moment if you need it."

"I most certainly do!" Fanning herself, Rarity panted and leaned back in her chair, undoing the top button of her blouse. "All right, Rarity, professionalism. Sunset is your friend, and your friend is in need!"

She shook herself, straightened and summoned a crystal disc that lifted a measuring tape and notepad off one of her work tables and brought them over to her. "I'll need to take some measurements," she said, her breathing evening out. She took the tape and pad and clutched them for a long, sullen moment.

"Does it... work? As one might expect such a... such an implement to?"

Sunset nodded. "Everything you'd expect. It's what I've got now, unfortunately."

"I see." Rarity donned her glasses and stood. "I hope this won't be awkward or change things between us, Sunset, but I fear I must get rather, ah... hands-on, as it were."

Sunset frowned. "I expected as much." She sat back down and lifted her skirt again, showing off the glossy member to her friend.

For a long moment, they both stared at it, Sunset in consternation and Rarity in obvious conflict. At last, shaking her head and squaring her shoulders, Rarity knelt down in front of Sunset and took a good, long look.

"Panties with a hole in the middle," she murmured to herself. "And a little pouch beneath that. Well, or a big pouch."

Rarity swallowed, but Sunset found herself relaxing. This was going to be okay, she just knew it.

A pen came from her hair, and Rarity scribbled a few things on her notepad, then tapped the pen against her lips. "What about... Say, a fusion of a wedding garter and a Prince Albert?"

She looked up Sunset, who shrugged. "Not sure what that is."

"An elastic sling, darling, to bind it to your leg." She tapped on Sunset's inner thigh. "That way, should you, er, become excited at an inopportune moment, shall we say, it would remain discreet and out of the way."

"That sounds perfect!" Sunset smiled for the first time that day. "Rarity, you're a lifesaver!"

"And some longer dresses will be in order, of course. Something this short--" she plucked at the fabric of Sunset's skirt-- "is just asking for trouble. No slacks. Baggy pants would be effective at hiding it, but the baggy look absolutely does not suit you. All right, Sunset, just relax, it's time to measure..."

And then Rarity's hand was holding up Sunset's cock, and Sunset was very, very aware of just how warm that hand was. The measuring tape came out, adding a brief touch of cold along the shaft's length. Sunset bit her lip. The sensation was electrifying, just the perfect combination of extremes that left her nerves on edge, ready to rocket into--

"Oh! Oh my goodness, it's moving!"

Sunset bit her lip harder.

"Sunset, dear, is there any chance you have control over this?"

Sunset whimpered and shook her head.

Rarity put a second hand on her shaft.

"W-well, I suppose it's, ah... Necessary to see this at... Oh, my word, my word!" Now Rarity was biting her lip, her eyes fixated on the head as it crept toward her. She put her finger against the tip, and Sunset shuddered.

Rarity's voice dropped to a husky whisper. "I'll have to... leave the end open, for... Uh, for restroom... purposes? Yes. And that way, it can expand... Good heavens, there's no end to it..."

"Nnf, Rarity..." Sunset squeezed her eyes shut, toes curling toward each other.

Rarity's warm hands cradled Sunset's dick, right where it bent slightly upward. Hot and heavy breaths against the tip left the lightest film of condensation across the slit opening of her flare.

"I just want to be sure," Rarity muttered to herself, as though half-asleep. She leaned her head forward, eyes lidding, and opened her mouth. Her tongue slid out, just brushing the underside of that little ring of flesh Sunset didn't know the name of.

Sunset wanted this. She wanted Rarity to stuff the entire thing down her throat and suck it till she gagged. There was no doubt in Sunset's mind that Rarity's mouth was a heavenly hole, a cavern of ecstasy just waiting to engulf her until she sprayed the inside with her juices. Her hands spasmed, her legs twitched; the chair beneath her creaked as she fidgeted.

It took all of Sunset's willpower to break the spell -- that sweet, no-magic-necessary spell -- Rarity had trapped her with.

"Rarity, stop!"

Her right hand shot forward, colliding with Rarity's forehead. She hadn't meant to hit her, just to stop her forward motion, but there was a loud smack as she made contact. For a moment, they stayed like that, Sunset's hand pressed against Rarity's head, Rarity's mouth open and yearning for the foot-long cock held gently in her soft, warm hands.

Rarity sat back with a gasp. Sunset yanked her skirt down, tucking her erection behind her knees.

"I'm sorry!" Rarity croaked. "I didn't mean to do that!" She felt around on her forehead, her fingers sliding down over her glasses, then back up. There was a small pink mark on her skin, just under where her fingertips settled.

"This was a mistake," Sunset muttered, trying her best to hitch up her boxers while keeping her penis hidden. "Just forget it."

"No, Sunset..." Rarity reached up toward her, though she didn't get up from where she knelt in the middle of her sewing room. "I-I'll do the... the designs for you."

"Okay," said Sunset curtly. She had to thread her erection through the leg of her boxer shorts, and even then, she was pretty sure the tip was visible below her skirt, if anyone cared to look. Which Rarity was.

"I don't know what got into me," she said, her voice tiny.

"Okay," said Sunset again. She wrapped her arms around herself, looking down at Rarity, emotions coursing through her veins. She could see the full curve of Rarity's round, perfect, white breasts, revealed where she'd undone her blouse's top button. Sunset's cock throbbed.

Eyes snapping up, Sunset looked at nothing in particular. She made for the door and left.