Rarity Gives Anon a Plotjob
Rarity Gives Anon a Plotjob
A Rarity x Anon clopfic by OneLonelyPickle
Anon was getting a nine iron-stiff chubbalo in his pants. The reason?
Rarity’s wobbling, wide hips.
Anon struggled to hide his fat hog with one of the throw pillows on the sofa. Rarity glanced back at him from the other side of the Boutique, eyes half-lidded, though there was no way to know if it was because of lust or just a joking nature.
“Anon, dear,” Rarity said in her usual voice with her eyes still half-lidded, “Why don’t you wait, and I’ll grab that fabric Twilight wanted you to bring her.”
“Uhhh, y-yeah, I’ll do that…” Anon trailed off. He had swerved around, one lean, muscular, green arm spread out along the top of the sofa, and the other holding the throw pillow over his crotch. His head was craned back as far as he could manage so he could watch the show that Rarity was putting on, whether or not it was intentional. Part of Anon wished it was (that part being his dick).
Regardless, it made Anon want to cream his pants. Rarity’s fat, cushiony ass was on nearly full display as she was positioning herself to grab some fabric on the bottom shelf of a cabinet. She made little guttural moans as she shuffled about. Her hips were so wide and her flank so big, it was rather difficult for her to get low enough.
Anon was nearly drooling. He bit his lip as sweat streamed down his shiny green chrome dome. How the BUCK did a mare have such a sweet ass as Rarity? It was like two huge watermelons made of marshmallow which tightly met in the middle of Rarity’s flank hiding the “treasure” underneath. Of course, her swirly, coiffured indigo tail covered some space, too, but Anon was almost positive Rarity did her best to swish it out of the way as often as possible.
“Umm, Anon?”
It was Rarity’s voice. Anon snapped out of it with a jump.
“Y-yes?!”
He looked over to Rarity’s face. There was a sly smile upon her features which glowed in the natural light of the Boutique. Anon pushed out a breath and brought up a hand to rub the side of his sweaty face. Rarity’s lips looked so succulent and puffy. She had gotten back up, the fabric she had been searching for floating in the air thanks to her light blue magic energy.
“Are you okay, dear?” Rarity sounded genuinely concerned. Her brow creased and her ears drooped a bit. “You look a tad green — and I do mean more than usual.” Anon looked at his bare arm. It looked normal. He looked back up at Rarity with a blank expression, then realized how dumb he had been.
“Oh! Like, green as in sick green!” Anon stammered. Rarity giggled and nodded. Anon smiled awkwardly and chuckled.
“Uhh, well, no, that’s not really it, Rarity…”
Rarity hummed happily and turned around, ass shifting with the rest of her body. Anon’s eyes took careful notice of the shape as it moved, the sway of the immense flank cheeks and the shape of Rarity’s behind as it rose steadily up from the base of her back to the highest point of her plot. Then it swooped down forming a perfect half-heart shape.
“Good!” Rarity cried, using her magic to place the fabric in a burlap bag. She turned back toward Anon. “Because I need your assistance with something in my bedroom — that is,” she batted her eyelashes and shot Anon the cutest yet sexiest begging smile she could muster. Rarity’s eyes seemed to twinkle. She continued, “Only if you want to, of course.”
Anon was mesmerized. Enraptured. Smitten, even! He didn’t respond or even move. He simply studied Rarity’s beautiful facial features and burned them into his mind. Her petit nez with its gentle curve. Those gem-like orbs of azure and the thick, black eyelashes that sprouted off from their sides. And those lips that begged you to explore their shape with your eager tongue.
She moved closer. Anon was awoken from his trance.
“Anon…” Rarity sauntered close enough to place an ivory-furred, pedicured hoof against Anon’s forehead. He blushed – he couldn’t help it. Rarity’s mouth screwed into a squiggle that was half parts worried and half parts scrutinizing.
“You don’t feel that hot, dear. Are you truly sure you’re up for this?”
Anon was worried. He was giving himself away! What would the mares do if they knew he was secretly a pervert obsessed with fat, mare ass? He jumped to his feet and thrust his sweaty palms above his head and waved them wildly.
“I-I’m sure, R-Rarity! I’m fine!”
But Anon had forgotten the throw pillow and the reason for its previous placement on top of his black suit pants-covered dong. Rarity looked down at that same location.
“O-oh… my… how b—” Rarity breathed. She jolted in place as if realizing she was staring and looked up at Anon with a sheepish smile and a blushed face.
With disturbed realization, Anon looked down.
Anon’s little Anon Jr. was standing as tall and proud as he could manage. He damn near burst through Anon’s suit pants. The jutting meat rod strained against the zipper part of the pants, forcing the tongue of the zipper down and outward. Anon’s heart caught in his throat.
“Ahhhbuhh blaah I uhhhhh —” Anon couldn’t string two syllables together into a proper word. He placed his wet, salty palms on the sides of his head. Rarity, meanwhile, smirked.
“Nothing to worry about…” she whispered with a giggle. “Come, Anon.” Rarity winked at Anon before swerving around and heading for the stairs. Anon was so distressed about his position, he didn’t even ogle Rarity’s ass.
“W-wait! Rarity!” he called out and reached after her. She turned back around with an oblivious expression. Anon continued, “This is just a — it’s when I get nervous, you see. I can’t control it!”
But Rarity just winked again and smiled.
“No worries, handsome. Let’s see what we can do about that in my room.”
Anon’s brain synapses worked overtime to process the expression. Rarity started her trek up the stairs, rotund rump in tow behind her, while Anon remained on the ground floor still figuring out his thoughts.
There’s no way – but, that look. Hmm…
Anon placed a thoughtful hand against his chin and hummed out loud.
“No — I’m overthinking this. Rarity just needs my help. These ponies aren’t into my ape bode.”
Reassured of the situation, Anon smiled and followed after Rarity, who had already crested the stairs and entered her room. Not long after, Anon did the same.
And as soon as he entered, Anon heard the door click behind him. He looked back and saw the last trails of a light blue magic aura turn the knob. Rarity caught his attention with a purr toward the queen-sized bed.
“Mmm Anon, please venture into my closet and retrieve the clear bottle of gel, if you would? It’s an oil lubricant.”
Anon’s jaw unhinged itself and his eyes bulged out.
Rarity’s front half was stretched out onto the bed sheets, her forehooves reaching somewhere around halfway across the bed. Her mane was messily hanging to one side of her head, her face was half-obscured by the comforter underneath, and her ass…
Her perfectly shaped ass was back off the edge of the bed, her backhooves firmly placed on the floor and slightly spread. Her tail was clearly pulled to one side, though from Anon’s vantage he couldn’t see between Rarity’s flank cheeks.
“Well?” Rarity asked, slightly annoyed. She was chewing her lip. Anon Jr. throbbed with excitement. Anon coughed out a random string of words and mumbles and robotically shuffled over to the closet. He scanned for a bottle of clear gel. It took his distracted brain two minutes to locate the bottle. He reached out with shaky hands and grasped it with a slick, nervous grip. He turned around.
What is this? What’s going on?
It was like Anon was in a fap fantasy dream. He pinched his thigh through his suit pants. Still awake. He pinched his cheek super hard until it made him wince. And he was still awake.
His eyes opened wide.
“This is real!” he cried. Rarity sat up somewhat on the bed and peeked over at Anon.
“Anon? What are you talking about — come here with the gel, please. I want you to give me a hoof — or, rather, hand, I suppose,” she said, ending on a nervous snicker.
Anon shook his head and breathed out slowly.
Alright, showtime. This is the real deal, Anonymous. Don’t blow this!
With feet of lead Anon slowly walked over to the bedside. He stood so that he still only saw the side of Rarity’s body. He patiently and somewhat fearfully awaited Rarity’s next request, his beads of sweat wetting the collar of his black suit jacket.
Rarity scooted on the bed so she could move her neck enough to look up at Anon, her indigo mane strewn across half of her face.
“Right,” she began, very lightly biting her bottom lip. She awkwardly cleared her throat, “I have n-noticed you working rather hard for us girls lately, Anon. It is quite the gentlemanly thing to do. And I have always thought gentlemen such as yourself should be well rewarded. Do you agree?”
Anon’s stare trailed down and settled on Rarity’s hillish butt. He managed to grumble out an “Uh huh” as he traced the design of Rarity’s azure gemstone Cutie Mark. The bottle of gel in his hand felt like it could slip out at any time due to the moisture coming from Anon’s palm.
Rarity giggled.
“That being said, I thought maybe the best reward could start with something that would be a treat to us both. And by that I mean…” Rarity hummed. “Why don’t you just get behind me, Anon, and it will make more sense?”
“O-okay,” Anon stuttered. He forced one leg in front of the other as if trudging through waist-deep mud. Finally, he positioned himself behind Rarity’s awe-inspiring flank cheeks. His pupils became black saucers, devouring the whites of his vibrating eyeballs.
Rarity moaned. Her back and withers noticeably dropped as she relaxed her muscles. Slowly, Rarity spread her hooves — and by conjunction, her flank cheeks — as she looked back at Anon with a demure, half-lidded expression.
“Can you massage my hindquarters, please?”
Anon involuntarily squeezed the bottle of gel and it farted out a stream of clear, viscous liquid, spraying the adjacent wall with a slather of gel. Anon didn’t even notice. His eyes, his sole focus, his every fibre was glued to the secrets between Rarity’s flanks that were finally revealed to him.
First, there was the sight. Rarity’s donut-shaped anus was puffy and a light shade of pink. Her pony vagina, which was different from a human’s, looked much tastier than that of any >nohooves woman he’d ever encountered (which, in person, was zero — b-but he’d seen a lot of porn!). Rarity’s slit was tight, that much was certain even from a cursory glance, and the surrounding sex organ was just as pink as Rarity’s anus.
And every so often, Rarity’s vagina winked. Anon became so weak in the knees that he literally collapsed onto them. His shaky breathing turned into a worshipful pant. And then, the smell hit him.
Anon literally fell backwards slightly as the fragrance of Rarity’s love hit him like a shotgun blast of pheromones. It was like he shoved his nose into a distinctly flavored cream and inhaled, but there was more to it than that. There was a certain musk that kept sending messages from Anon’s brain to his dick saying, “THIS IS SOMETHING YOU BREED.” It threw stars into his vision and the world around him became a foggy blur.
“A-anon? You’re making me nervous… what’s going on?” Rarity asked from above on the bed. She sounded muffled from Anon’s position. He regathered his melting form and stood onto jittery legs that were like a newborn foal’s. In a sense, Anon was a newborn. Or rather, he was reborn: as a man who now knew the true pleasures of the opposite sex. Or so he thought.
“S-s-sorry…” Anon breathed. “I just uhh…”
Rarity played with her bottom lip with her teeth. Anon nearly creamed his drawers just from watching Rarity’s sexy display. She gently swayed her hips back and forth and swished her tail as if lazily dusting away something.
“Care to get to it, dear?” Rarity near-begged.
Anon gulped and nodded. He looked over to his vibrating fist that surrounded the half-spent bottle of gel. He blinked a few times and then lifted a single eyebrow.
How’d that happen?
He looked over at the wall and quietly shrieked. Half the bottle of gel covered the wall, slowly pouring down toward the floor. He covered his mouth with his free hand.
I’ll, uhh, clean that up later…
With that, Anon turned his focus back to Rarity’s plot. It was nothing short of glorious, like staring at a hot, fleshy marble statue of a pony’s ass. It had a bit more texture than a statue because Rarity, unlike a slab of marble, had fur, albeit short, well groomed fur.
Anon didn’t know exactly where to start, but he figured it was best to use the gel and spread it around on Rarity’s ass. He’d seen enough massage porn to know that much.
After a generous shake of the bottle, Anon started to gently squeeze out the remainder of the gel onto the top of Rarity’s dual mounds. He continued to squeeze, even while the gel streamed down slope of Rarity’s flank cheeks. Rarity shivered.
“I-It’s a bit cold, dear, but keep going. It’ll warm up once you rub it in.”
Anon’s mouth was suddenly dry. Like a desert in the summer during a heat spell. He smacked his lips. He couldn’t decide if he wanted to ogle the winking vagina, the oh-so-slightly pulsating ring of the ponut, or the curvature of each of Rarity’s plush flank cheeks. He closed his eyes and inhaled, catching more of the sexual scent from before, and sighed out happily.
“Here goes, Rarity,” he said. He opened his eyes and thrust his hands forward. Instantly, Anon was taken aback by how firm Rarity’s ass truly was to the touch. Sure, it had a lot of give, like a fat clump of soft dough, but like even the softest dough, there was still a constant weight and heft. Anon ran his hands over every inch of Rarity’s cheeks, from her Cutie Marks on either side, to the inner (and warmest) parts, though he did not venture as far as to touch the sexual organs.
“MMMMMM — Anon!”
Rarity’s moans and purrs spurred Anon on. He smiled with a wide, open mouth as he finally realized where he was and what he was doing.
“Fucking nice!” he cheered.
Anon grasped Rarity’s two greasy, oily, shiny flank cheeks from her hips and smooshed them together so they met in the middle once more with a sticky slather of gel. The sound of the two massive flank cheeks hitting each other was a powerful squelch, like clapping two pieces of meat together. Rarity’s moans intensified, and Anon noticed she was writhing around, gripping random parts of the bedspread. Sweat clearly gathered in her mane.
“Oh! That’s so good, Anon! You can… you can touch everywhere, you know!”
He could? Anon swallowed hard. Rarity’s words reminded him that his dick existed. Anon Jr. had become so diamond-hard that he barely felt it at all, so stringently confined underneath the tight pantaloons. He groaned painfully once the sensation of his trapped dick reached his brain.
“Anon?” Rarity asked with worry, turning back with a concerned brow and a slightly open mouth. She saw the strain of Anon Jr. and yelped.
“Anon! You can take that poor thing out! It looks so painful!”
Anon didn’t need to be told twice. He backed up, looked down with his chin against his collarbone, and fiddled with his zipper. It took little effort for it to slide down and for his dick to pop out of the opening, though still covered with Anon’s silk Pepe the Frog boxers. Rarity swooned.
“M-my…”
Anon sighed out in bliss as the pressure was relieved in his crotch. His erection reached out from under his boxers like an angry bedsheet ghost, nine inches in length and who knew how many inches in girth. Rarity certainly wanted to find out first hoof, if her starry eyes were anything to go by. Finally, Anon decided to just pull both his pants and boxers down for maximum comfort. He stopped mid-way down his thighs and looked up at Rarity.
“Umm, is this okay—”
“YES!”
Rarity’s response was followed by a goofy, wavy smile from the unicorn mare. She quickly realized her uncouth reaction and shook her head.
“I m-mean… yes, Anon, you have my permission to disrobe.”
Anon smiled at Rarity and finished pulling down his pants. At long last, Anon Jr., and all his glory, was revealed for Rarity to see.
“W-whoa,” Rarity groaned huskily in a deep voice.
Anon straightened out, letting his dick jut out to its full length. It throbbed and bobbed with vascular power. His green balls, just ever so furry with pubes, dangled low. Rarity lathered her lips.
“I hope you don’t mind me saying this, Anon, but THAT is quite the specimen.”
Anon rubbed the back of his head.
“Y-you think so? Thanks, Rarity. I’ve never really been with a—”
Rarity was breathing shallow and gesturing to Anon with her pupils towards her flanks. Anon cleared his throat nervously.
“R-Right… let’s get back to…”
Anon remembered where he was and stared at Rarity’s oozing gash. His throat became bone dry again.
“Business…”
Anon got onto one knee and slowly trailed his fingers within the inner crotch of Rarity’s erogenous zone but did not yet directly touch either her vagina or ponut. Instead, he rubbed every space around them, letting the entire region become slick with the gel. He heard Rarity whine and pant, and every so often she’d buck backwards at his touch. Anon got a genuine kick out of the entire experience, not to mention it made his huge dick leak precum.
“Oooooooo — Anon, please,” Rarity begged. Anon relented his teasing.
“Alright, alright,” he said with a chuckle. Anon took two fingers and slowly sunk them into Rarity’s exceptionally moist vagina. A visible shock slithered through Rarity’s form and Anon had to shift backwards to avoid Rarity’s entire ass knocking him over.
“SWEET CELESTIA!” Rarity roared. A spray of mare juice sputtered out from around Anon’s fingers and onto the arm of his suit jacket. Anon’s mouth turned into an O.
Damn! So that’s what that looks like! He thought. All I did was stick in my fingers…
Rarity cooed from the afterglow of her first orgasm.
“It has… been awhile… Anon…”
Anon blinked and smiled with an open mouth again.
“No shit!” he said matter-of-factly.
He bit his lip and started to move his two fingers, to which Rarity tightened up again.
“Let’s see how much I can make come out!”
The next few moments were a whirr of sounds and images for Anon. Rarity’s cries and moans were endless and throaty — anypony else nearby might have thought she was being strangled. Anon was grunting as he went about his sexual duty, pistoning his fingers in and out of Rarity’s vice grip-like marehole. Every so often, more marejuice shot out. Rarity’s body was in a constant state of back-and-forth bucking movements, sans the kicking.
“Oh Princesses — enough! Stop, Anon!” Rarity shouted breathlessly. Anon did so immediately, instantly fearful he had hurt Rarity. He stood up in a panic.
“W-what?” he cried. Rarity was laying down properly, as if she might take a nap, her head turned to the side, covered in mane, and her chest heaving up and down. She slightly opened her eye and smiled sleepily at Anon.
“I want… you to feel… this kind of… pleasure now…” she said. She closed her eyes again.
“Bring that big, beautiful stalli — I mean, man cock up to my flanks.”
Anon gulped and nodded. He straightened himself again and for the first time all afternoon he placed his hand around his dick. The touch alone made his spine shiver.
“W-wow…” he said, “Been awhile for me too, apparently.”
Rarity laugh-moaned and bit her lip.
“Now, Anon, you can do whatever you want, but—”
Anon was already aligning the tip of his bulbous cock with Rarity’s winking, ajar vaginal opening. He heard the word “but” and his mouth became a frustrated line. He looked over to Rarity.
“But no penetration?” he asked. Rarity smiled wide and nervous, brushing some mane out of her face and behind her ears.
“Not… yet, Anon, okay? But anything else is fair game, so get creative.”
Anon exhaled a huge gust of air like a rearing bull and grunted.
“Oh, I know exactly what I want to do, then.”
He placed his long, hard dick in the space between Rarity’s flank cheeks, then with his wide-spread hands he brought the flank cheeks together, so they enveloped Anon Jr. He groaned as soon as the sensation covered his dick. Rarity, too, couldn’t help but moan as the hard meat teased the sex organs of her crotch.
Rarity brought her backhooves closer together and Anon began to fuck Rarity’s flank cheeks. He began slowly, savoring every sensation, every feeling, and lifted his head to the ceiling.
“Fuuuuuuuck…” he said in a breathy way. Rarity was bucking back at him.
“Yeah? You like that big mare ass, don’t you?”
“Oh fuck do I ever…”
“I knew it. I always saw your stares, filthy little man. Pervert. You’ve wanted to rut me since day one — don’t think I didn’t see that gleam in your eye.”
Anon made a noise like the last dying breath of a wildebeest as he picked up the pace of his dick thrusts. The gel, his precum, and Rarity’s generous outpour of marejuice made the friction non-existent. The only sound was slick and slimy sliding. And the sexual smells spurred Anon on. He felt like he was turning into a real stallion. Rarity was certainly a very real, very arousing mare.
“Smack my flank, manbeast! Mark me as yours!”
Anon did as instructed, without thinking about it. He brought his hand back behind him, then let it fall with a vicious crash unto Rarity’s flank cheek. It rippled outward and Rarity cried out in hot anguish.
“Yes! YES! HIT ME AGAIN, STUD!”
Anon scrunched his nose up tightly and drew his mouth into a teeth-gnashed snarl. He smacked Rarity’s ass again, harder, and with more purpose. Rarity was cumming all around Anon’s dick.
“TURN MY ASS RED! RED, ANON! I WANT IT RED AND THROBBING! ARE YOU A COLT OR A STALLION?”
Anon roared and started smacking with both hands, interchangeably, as the speed of the plotjob reached dangerous levels.
“I’M A STALLION!”
Rarity’s face was deep inside her comforter and her entire body shook and vibrated in mid-orgasm pleasure. The rain of her marecum covered all sides of Anon’s dick, dripping down from his shaft onto his wobbling balls and then onto the floor. The angry, leathery, red head of his dick was expanding and retracting with each thrust, poking out of the other side of the two ivory flank cheeks that formed the love cavern Anon was fucking.
Then, a million years of evolution culminated in a guttural scream from Anon as the built-up pressure in his balls unleashed his own orgasm.
“ARRGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”
Like a cannon his cock exploded, and out of the end of his head a cum torrent erupted. He bucked back and forth, riding out each and every last second of his ejaculation. Rarity bucked back onto his cock just as hard as Anon bucked her. Rope after rope of thick, human jizz flew forward onto Rarity’s tail until Anon moved it out of the way and it started to cascade over Rarity’s ass and onto her taut back.
Anon was mewing and cooing as he coaxed the last drops of cum from his dick. Rarity was panting wildly. Then, both creatures collapsed.
It happened suddenly. Anon fell onto his knees and Rarity slid off the bed towards him, her own backhooves finally giving out. Anon scooped her up into his arms but the weight of her, though not particularly great, was enough to send him backwards onto the floor. Still, he held her, so that when he landed with a thud, she was laying on his chest, her sweat-logged mane blocking his vision.
“Was… that… a good… reward?”
Anon was still catching his breath. The scent of Rarity’s sweat mixed with her usual perfume of juniper berries and mint made his mind swim. He closed his eyes and rubbed his hands along Rarity’s pristine back to the curve of her enormous ass.
“Fuck yeah.”
