There's a drink named after this act.
Author's Note
Two quick notes:
1: This story was inspired by a drawing from the artist Evehly, which is featured as the cover art. I highly recommend finding the un-cropped, NSFW version of the drawing on Derpibooru for the full effect.
2: This is tagged both with [Anthro] and [Human] because even though the drawing which inspired it is [Anthro], I sometimes pictured the characters as human while writing, and couldn't decide which I liked better – so I kept the wording deliberately ambiguous to let you, the reader, decide for yourself which to imagine.
With that out of the way, I hope you enjoy!
There's a drink named after this act.
A woman with porcelain skin and swooping purple hair strode across the beach with a confident strut. She zig-zagged gracefully between small groups of people enjoying the warm sunlight. As her hips swayed from side to side, the breeze coming over the water blew her violet skirt around her thighs, occasionally high enough to let the bottom half of her cutie mark – three blue diamonds – peek out from underneath.
The woman’s legs carried her toward one sunbather in particular, closer to the water. He was quite easy to spot; if his shiny, blonde hair didn’t give him away, his athletic, working-man’s physique certainly did, with his toned arms crossed to let his head rest on top of them. His chest slowly rose and fell, relaxed in the warm sunlight, eyes closed behind a pair of dark sunglasses.
Big Macintosh sensed a presence above him and opened his eyes. He beheld Rarity standing above him, her wide-brimmed hat partially blocking the direct sun. Her hand was occupied holding a pink popsicle in her mouth, which she slid out to speak.
“Hello, Big Macintosh,” she said.
Big Mac moved his sunglasses to sit on his forehead and was about to return the greeting, but as Rarity had spoken, a small gust of wind caused her skirt to flutter. She was standing very close to the farmer, and from his position almost directly below her, his vision couldn’t help but notice the momentary peek. Even as he tried to politely not let his eyes linger, he was almost sure he saw entirely bare skin.
In the ever-so-slight pause while his gaze went back to Rarity’s eyes and he was formulating words, the wind blew yet again, and this time he definitely saw – she was not wearing anything under her skirt.
Almost instantly he moved his eyes back to her face and blushed slightly, only for the blush to deepen as she gently inserted the pink popsicle she was nursing further into her mouth and then drew it back out slowly. Big Mac realized his own mouth was hanging open slightly, stuck as he thought very hard about what to say.
“... H-hi,” Big Mac stuttered. He tried to hide the slight befuddlement in his voice with questionable effectiveness as Rarity’s distractingly naked thighs kept peeking out from under her skirt. “H–... how are you today, Miss Rarity?”
“Quite fine, thank you!” she said brightly. She glanced down at herself. “Oh, whoops!” she chirped, noticing as a couple of melted drips from the popsicle slid down her cleavage and under her top.
Rarity casually traced the path of the drips down her right breast into her top with her fingers. Her hand pulled her top slightly as she swept the drops back up her skin, briefly flashing her nipple before it was covered up once more. Having gotten most of the sticky, melted sweetness, Rarity put her fingers in her mouth and took her time to lick them clean.
Big Mac could only watch awkwardly.
Once Rarity was done with this, she looked to Big Mac again. “And how are you this fine summer afternoon, Big Macintosh?”
“Uh, I’m– I’m fine,” he tried, completely unsure of what to make of the scene in front of him. His heart rate went up slightly as he felt his swim trunks tightening around his crotch, but didn’t think he’d be able to conceal the slight bump without making it more conspicuous.
Rarity smiled and, with the impressive elegance she always projected, sat down next to him on the big beach towel with her legs out to one side, continuing to enjoy her popsicle as she looked out towards the water. Big Mac blinked, looked at her, and then also looked out at the waves, not sure what else to do. The small bump in his shorts had not gone away.
It would seem that Rarity had no intention of letting that happen any time soon either, for she almost absentmindedly put her hand to the farmer’s bare abdomen. Her skin was smooth to the touch, and Big Mac immediately felt his heart rate accelerating further. Rarity glanced down at Big Mac’s body, evidently admiring his... swimsuit. She smiled mischievously when Big Mac made awkward eye contact. That smirk scared him... but, not in an entirely bad way.
Rarity chuckled. “Glad to see you’re enjoying the view, Macintosh,” she said.
“Uh, it’s, uh–” Big Mac fumbled, “it’s – ahem – a lovely view.” He looked down at her hand as it caressed his abs, sliding back and forth, but all the while slowly making its way further... further south.
“I wonder,” Rarity breathed with a devilish smirk, “which view do you speak of?”
Rarity’s fingers found the drawstrings of Big Mac’s swim trunks, and her thumb and index grasped one of the ties. With a slow but deliberate move, she pulled.
Big Mac could barely move. He simply breathed a little harder as Rarity’s soft hand slid ever so smoothly under the waistline of the only piece of clothing he wore. Her hand easily found his hardened manhood. Big Mac inhaled as he felt her fingers shamelessly wrap around it and move in a slow up-and-down motion, all the while her other hand casually holding the popsicle in her mouth.
There was a shocked, yet now almost expectant look in Big Macintosh’s eyes as they made contact with Rarity. Her gaze was piercing, yet surprisingly comforting as they stared at each other, Big Mac feeling her hand stimulating his genitals under the fabric of his shorts.
She turned her head to look back out at the waves as she continued to gently pleasure Big Mac, still sucking on the frozen treat in her mouth. Big Mac himself couldn’t do much but go along with it. Rolling over the options in his mind, he decided that, as unusual as this was, it wasn’t bad. His main concern was the fact that the two of them were very much not alone on this beach. But, glancing quickly to his left and right, everyone else seemed too caught up in their own day to take any notice.
So... he let it happen. This was nice. He actually laid back and closed his eyes, allowing himself to enjoy the sensation. His heartbeat seemed to slow, even though he was giddy inside, feeling Rarity’s hand on his intimate parts.
After a minute or so, Rarity spoke: “I dare say, we really should get these troublesome things out of the way if I want to do this properly, shouldn’t we?”
“Hm?” Big Mac murmured, opening his eyes and tilting his head up. He saw her hand leave his shorts – to his disappointment – only to find its way around his waistband. His heartbeat now went up again as Rarity’s other hand left the popsicle in her mouth and, without warning or ceremony, pulled. Before he entirely knew what had happened, the farmer’s penis was released from its cover with a spring, sticking straight up in the open air.
“Well, hello there,” Rarity said with a smirk, setting Big Mac’s shorts so they rested just below his testicles.
Big Macintosh blushed furiously, feeling extremely exposed as his genitals were caressed by the breeze, the wind getting in between his blonde bush hair and creating a cooling sensation on his testicles.
“Mm,” Rarity hummed, unfazed, as she let her hand travel back to Big Mac’s stiffly erect penis. Big Mac looked around anxiously, highly aware of the presence of all the other beach-goers nearby. Given that they were relatively close to the water, they were undoubtedly in clear view of most people’s line of sight. Big Mac hadn’t set up an umbrella, so he couldn’t even bank on not being noticed in the shade. And considering the admittedly formidable length of his manhood, it surely wouldn’t take long for onlookers to catch it standing at complete attention, the pink tip shining slightly in the bright summer sun.
Big Macintish was frozen in shock as Rarity rotated towards his body. Her hand again grasped his penis, moving up and down at a slow but deliberate pace. She looked him in the eyes.
“Oh now, don’t be shy, Macintosh!” she said quietly, with a twinkle in her eye. “You’ve certainly nothing to be ashamed of!”
Rarity stroked his penis, and through the incredible nerves of being exposed in public, Big Mac felt the undeniable physical pleasure of Rarity jerking him off. As he was being stimulated, Big Mac’s mind came to a frighteningly fun realization: that in spite of how blatantly rude the two of them were being to the people around them... the presence of potential onlookers only made him more aroused.
He was indeed enjoying this. Very much. Something about Rarity’s confidence was oddly... inspiring? And as Rarity kept pleasuring him, increasing and decreasing her speed appropriately, he felt that confidence rubbing off on him – perhaps he was simply too far gone in his arousal, but then he didn’t care. Let people watch...
Out of the corner of his eye he saw another couple pass by them. He was sure they were looking as they went by; he heard them giggling. He didn’t dare look at them for fear of making eye contact, and instead just kept his eyes on Rarity.
After an agonizing minute that felt like far longer, Rarity’s hand let his dick stand there. Big Mac continued glancing around out of the corners of his eyes, trying not to draw any more attention. Then he saw Rarity’s free hand travel under her skirt; she maintained eye contact with him as she touched herself, her stomach twitching slightly as she let out an aroused breath.
Big Mac could only watch with amazement. Rarity’s hand traveled back to the farmer’s penis, and Big Mac inhaled sharply as her fingers played across the sensitive, pink skin of the tip.
“Feel that?” Rarity asked coyly.
He did indeed. Moisture, and a lot of it – all from Rarity.
Suddenly, Big Mac’s body practically moved without thought; he pushed his swim shorts further down his thighs with his hands and then proceeded to kick them off entirely.
The next moment, he did a double-take as the shorts landed a couple of feet out of reach, leaving him completely naked in public for all to gaze on unimpeded. He wondered what in the world compelled him to do such a thing.
And before he could think about taking the action back, a small group of college-age kids were walking past. Big Mac didn’t turn to look at them out of awkwardness, but he could feel their gaze on him. His heart was racing; he was now extremely aware of his erection as it stood straight up in the air, and how they could all see it. It felt to Big Mac like time both flashed by and dragged on for an eternity as they passed, their view of his body completely unobstructed. He heard a couple of feminine giggles.
Rarity chucked. “Well then...” she said, looking down at him in all his toned glory. She couldn’t help smiling at Big Mac’s slight shudder as she ran her fingers all the way from his collarbone to his thigh. He returned the smile, very nervous, but enjoying himself. There was a twinkle in Rarity’s eye as she leaned over Big Mac carefully, lowering her face close to his. His head rose ever so slightly, and Rarity joined her lips to his. The first kiss was gentle, then slowly their tongues started to dance together. Big Macintosh felt the blood throbbing in his penis.
After savoring the moment for a little while, Rarity pulled away. She smirked deviously. “Let’s not waste any more time then, shall we?”
With that proclamation made, she sat up on her knees and gracefully swung a leg over Big Mac’s body. His eyes went wide as she positioned herself to kneel directly above his penis. Still using one hand to keep the popsicle from falling out of her mouth, she used the other to gently stroke her visibly excited labia peeking out from under her skirt. She ran a finger from between her legs up to her clitorous, holding piercing eye contact with Big Mac the whole time.
Then, with a devilish wink, she moved her free hand to hold Big Macintosh’s penis steady, and gently lowered herself. Big Mac watched – then felt the tip of his penis make contact with Rarity’s labia. It was so slippery. Rarity moved Big Mac’s penis up and down her labia once or twice teasingly... then inserted it. Big Macintosh gasped, his stomach tightening as he felt his dick entering Rarity.
“Ohhh,” Rarity purred, eyes fluttering closed as she lowered herself all the way down, letting Big Mac’s formidable size stretch her out as it went further in. “Ah!” she gasped daintily as she reached the hilt, sitting down completely.
Rarity opened her eyes and looked down at Big Mac, whose mouth hung open slightly in a blissful smile. With a smirk, Rarity proceeded to move her hips up and down, starting slowly. The movements came easily with Rarity’s wetness providing natural lubrication.
Big Mac could feel the eyes of embarrassed and amused onlookers watching as Rarity casually rode him in front of the whole beach. This was completely and utterly indecent, but after all of the build up, the feeling of being inside of Rarity was too incredible. She moved her hips up and down and back and forth, one hand on his chest to steady herself, and the other still holding the popsicle in her mouth.
Rarity looked ahead idly as she continued moving herself up and down on Big Macintosh’s penis at a moderate pace. Big Mac surrendered himself to what they were doing, humming happily, not caring about all the eyes on them. Rarity let out intermitetent moans pleasure, her eyes closing slightly.
Other beach-goers didn’t want to be rude, but clearly weren’t able to resist observing the spectacle, more than a few of them guilty of harboring envy at the fashionista enjoying Big Mac’s girth, or of the farmer enjoying the stunningly beautiful woman atop him. There were certainly more than a few phones snapping photos and recording videos by this point, and Big Mac heard a couple of admiring, high-pitched exclamations here and there. All the while Rarity acted as if nothing was amiss, calmly working down the refreshing sweet in her mouth, and working up the farmer she was riding.
After a few minutes of this comfortable pace, Rarity’s popsicle reached its end. When she felt that there was nothing but a stick inside of her mouth, she glanced down at Big Mac. He was still blushing heavily, but was clearly relishing the experience, his face shiny with sweat caused not just by the hot sun.
Holding the popsicle stick in the side of her mouth jauntily, Rarity put both hands to Big Macintosh’s shoulders and increased the speed of her movements, leaning forward a bit to allow for more intense up-and-down thrusts. Their breathing got heavier and quicker as Rarity picked up the tempo. While she bounced on top of him, Big Mac let his hands find their way to Rarity’s hips, and he moved his pelvis as much as he could from his position to help in the act.
Finally, Rarity seemed to lose control. She tossed the popsicle stick aside, for she could no longer keep it in her mouth, gasping as she was. Big Mac, seizing the moment, reached up with his hands and pulled Rarity’s top down, causing her round, perky breasts to fall out. Onlookers were treated to a most pleasant sight as Rarity’s tits bounced up and down with her gyrating form. The two chuckled happily whenever Big Mac grabbed one or both of Rarity’s breasts as they jiggled around. Rarity was clearly very close to climaxing, and she took the opportunity to sit up straight on Big Mac’s penis, giving onlookers a clear view of her body as it writhed with pleasure, erect nipples flying up and down as her breasts bounced.
The heat of the surrounding beach-goers collective blushes was enough to compete with that of the sun above them, and there was certainly no one in the immediate vicinity who didn’t hear Rarity’s unrestrained outburst of pleasure when she finally orgasmed.
“Haaa! Aaaah!” she gasped, slowing down to a stop. Sweat dripped down her exposed breasts as her chest and stomach spasmed. She sat down on Big Mac carefully and twitched in ecstasy for almost ten whole seconds, grabbing one of her breasts as if trying to steady herself... before opening her eyes and looking down at Big Mac. He was breathing very heavily, a happy smile plastered on his cheeks as his penis rested inside of Rarity’s now-still body.
She giggled and grinned at him, seeming to almost lose her balance. She leaned all the way down to kiss Big Mac’s smiling lips softly. Their eyes closed as they enjoyed the moment, completely removed from how public their display of affection was.
Rarity sat back up, still anchored to Big Mac’s member. She looked down at her exposed breasts and squished them together with her arms playfully, sharing a laugh with Big Mac as she wiggled her chest side to side for the farmer’s viewing pleasure.
Rarity then glanced down and looked at where their genitals were joined, tilting her head slightly. She braced herself against the ground next to Big Mac with her hands and carefully pulled herself up, letting his penis slide out of her. The seamstress’s eyes fluttered, and she inhaled as she felt Macintosh’s penis leave her – a feeling almost as thrilling as the insertion itself. Once disconnected, she noticed – with a feeling of pleasant surprise – that even though his penis was coated with both her moisture and his own, he had not cum all the way.
“Well, I can’t leave you like this, now can I?” she asked, looking at Big Mac. “That would be simply rude!”
The farmer looked down at himself and then back at her, a slightly nervous anticipation in his eyes at what she might do next – his penis remaining very much upright at the thought.
Rarity brought one arm up across her bare chest to form a hand-bra, squeezing her breast temptingly. With an almost predatory chuckle, she scooched down the farmer’s burly body so she was kneeling in between his legs. She licked her fingers before grasping his dick again, starting to jerk him off. Big Mac hummed contentedly, putting one arm back behind his head, the other resting across his belly. He’d subconsciously adjusted to their publicly sexual display, though he was no less aware of it – but at this point, he was totally enjoying the experience of showing off to anyone who wanted to watch. No one had asked them to stop, and as long as they felt content to let this happen, so did he.
After about half a minute of getting him ready, Rarity licked her lips. She scooted back just a little further, and then, just as shamelessly as she had ridden Big Mac in broad daylight, she put her head down and brought her mouth close to the farmer’s penis. She watched with mirth at his thrilled reaction as her tongue traveled slowly from the base of his penis, all the way to the tip. He actually moaned a little in anticipation as Rarity’s lips toyed with him.
“Please,” he breathed.
Rarity chuckled.
Now that she’d gotten him just riled up enough, Rarity made the plunge, wrapping her lips around his dick and taking it into her mouth. Big Mac laid his head back in pleasure as he felt his member sliding in and out of Rarity’s lips.
The stunning fashionista’s arched back caused her bottom to jut into the air proudly, and her skirt slid up her back to leave her buttocks totally exposed. This meant that the few people walking the beach along the edge of the water were treated with the dangerously inviting view of Rarity’s cheeks spread, clearly displaying her pert anus like a pale pink star above her labia, shining with moisture. The whole display rocked up and down slightly as she moved her head over Big Mac’s crotch, her breasts swaying back and forth under her body. With all the most intimate parts of her body exposed, she may as well have been fully naked.
If Rarity heard any of the phone-cameras snapping here and there, they only encouraged her to continue moving her mouth up and down Big Mac’s sizable shaft. One hand was wrapped around the lower part of his penis, and the other fondled his testicles, providing a comforting sensation in addition to the stimulation of her tongue playing over the tip.
The dressmaker kept up the movements, knowing exactly when to slow down a bit and when to pick up the pace. After how warmed up Big Macintosh had become by Rarity riding him and relentlessly teasing him, it didn’t take long before his breathing reached a peak. Rarity smiled internally, using her hand to simultaneously jerk off the farmer’s penis as she sucked it.
“H’oh!” Big Macintosh gasped, his fists clenching. He could feel that he was over the edge, on the unstoppable and all-too-short run-up to bursting. He felt Rarity slow her up and down motions, pursing her lips right around the tip of his penis. She hummed, holding the farmer’s manhood steady in her mouth like a girthy straw as it tensed and spasmed in ejaculation – and she felt satisfaction when one of Big Mac’s legs jerked uncontrollably, and his breath hitching with a slight moan.
Onlookers blushed — but couldn’t look away — realizing that they had just watched, unobstructed, as Big Mac came completely into Rarity’s mouth.
She stayed there for a moment as Big Macintosh’s body tensed... then relaxed, his fists loosening. He let out a large sigh of relieved pleasure and opened his eyes, nearly dazed by the combined sensation of climaxing into Rarity’s mouth and the sunlight on his eyes. The cool breeze felt amazing on his sweaty skin, and he felt like he could breathe again.
Big Mac looked down at Rarity. She maintained eye-contact as she moved her lips around the top of Big Mac’s penis, gently sucking in once more to make sure she’d gotten everything, causing him to gasp slightly as he felt her tongue move around his sensitive tip.
With a wet pop, Rarity removed her lips from Big Mac’s penis and sat back up on her knees. Her throat undulated briefly as she swallowed before smiling at him, her cheeks slightly pink, with her breasts still hanging out the front of her top. Though stunned, Big Mac returned the grin.
“That was fun,” Rarity said.
“Yeah... yeah, yeah it was,” Big Macintosh panted. “Miss Rarity, you are quite something,” he managed with a chuckle.
“Thank you, darling!” she said, smirking.
Rarity took a moment to glance around, and the other beach-goers quickly looked away in embarrassment. A few tried to hide their phones. With a satisfied nod, she stood up, not bothering to help Big Mac cover anything.
“We ought to do this again sometime,” Rarity said. “Sooner rather than later, don’t you think?”
“Mm-hm,” Big Mac said with a deep exhale, his penis twitching as it released a last drop of white fluid.
Rarity chuckled and blew him a kiss. She started back towards the path along the beach, seemingly in no hurry to pull her top back up over her breasts, which still hung freely. “Oh!” she said. She paused in her stride and bent down to pick something up from the sand. As the fashionista leaned over, Big Mac was treated to a last glance under Rarity’s skirt at the nether regions that he’d just had the joy of experiencing.
Rarity held the used popsicle stick in her hand. “Mustn’t litter!” she proclaimed with a cheeky smirk, then turned and continued to walk proudly back across the beach, her breasts still bouncing on full display.
And nobody dared to ask Big Macintosh to cover back up either, the cool breeze starting to dry the sweat from his nude body. He took a deep breath as he laid back with his arms behind his head, his penis still standing in the sun in a shameless afterglow erection. He idly figured that he’d put his shorts back on in a few minutes, or so. For now, he was still relishing being free in the sunlight – and the admiring eyes of anyone who took the time to look. Surely no one would mind the sight of him for a little while longer...
