Dragon Mistress Rarity: Pet of the Boutique
Your knuckles strike the door of the boutique, rapping against the solid purple wood for just a moment before an aura of pale blue envelopes it and swings it open. Rarity looks back at you, her horn level with the tip of your nose. You look down to meet her eyes with a smile.
“Oh, hello, darling! I wasn’t expecting you nearly so early.” She cracks a half-smile at you. Your heart drops.
“Oh… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to disturb you… I can leave.” You turn, only for a hoof to land on your shoulder, causing you to freeze.
“Darling, it’s quite alright! I’m nearly done with my work for the day, so I’m perfectly happy to have you! Come in, won’t you?” She waves you gently in, a smile across her muzzle. You try to match her smile and hurry inside.
It’s spacious past the door. The walls are decorated with mirrors and mannequins of ponies, freshly washed magenta drapes hanging from every spare corner. Lying across a table is a stack of dresses, each catching your eye with their own flashy colors. Rarity trots over to the pile and separates the dresses out. “I just have to sort these quickly. Head upstairs, I’ll join you in just a moment.”
“Alright, Rarity.” You step toward the back of the boutique, toward the ornate stairwell. The slope of the stairs is still something to get used to—you don’t have the same number of limbs to walk on as the ponies do, so it’s a bit awkward having the steps spaced so far out. To be fair, you didn’t even know this world existed just a few weeks ago, but then Rarity showed up at your door—as a dragon, no less—and… well.
For a few days, you were convinced it had just been a dream, especially the next morning when she’d simply vanished. But she returned not long later, a unicorn, and told you that her friend, Twilight Sparkle, had helped her establish a continuous connection between your two worlds. She even gave you a ring you could wear on your finger to will yourself to her world. Well, that was the idea. In reality, it doesn’t exactly fit. Holding it in your palm works just fine, though, so you aren’t complaining.
You reach her bedroom and take a seat on her bed, falling onto your back on her mattress. A sigh escapes your lips. Her mattress is much softer than yours. The silk just envelopes you, even just lying on the edge like this, but it manages to still hold you up. Your spine is so perfectly aligned that you actually notice it.
Careful not to mess up the sheets, you climb on onto the middle of the bed, sprawling yourself out flat across it. It’s overwhelmingly easy to let yourself just sink into the cool mattress, to let the velvety sheets brush against your skin, smooth and airy. You can see why Rarity looks so beautiful—beauty sleep must be impossible not to get with a bed like this.
The door creaks open, and you lift your head up to see Rarity. She giggles softly, shutting it behind her with her magic, and trots toward you. “I see you’ve made yourself comfortable.” You flop back onto the bed, sighing and shutting your eyes.
“Your bed is so much nicer than mine. I wish the beds back home were this comfortable.” The mattress wobbles near your legs as Rarity sits on the bed next to you.
“I did notice how stiff yours was the other night,” she said, followed by a little exhale. “Poor thing...” She idly rubs your leg with a tender, plush-like hoof.
You let out a sigh, glancing at Rarity without moving your head. “It doesn’t help that I’m constantly worrying about school.” She tilts her head.
“Are you not doing well in your studies, darling?” You glance over your shoulder toward the floor.
“Well… no.” She leans closer to you, pressing her hoof into your shoulder. Sighing, you continue. “I mean, it’s not as though I won’t pass or anything, but… My finals are my last hope, basically.”
Rarity nods and gently climbs over you, lying on her side so that she’s facing you. You roll over to look at her. “That sounds awfully stressful.” You nod, avoiding her gaze and staring at the bed sheets beneath you.
“I wish I could just… not worry about it. You know?” You look up into her eyes, deep pools of warm water welcoming you in. “But I can’t seem to get my mind off of it.”
“Well, darling…” She scoots a bit closer to you, pressing her warm, fluffy chest against yours as she wraps her hooves over your shoulders. Her soft coat brushes against your cheek, and you can’t help but nuzzle into it. Her heat gently pushes into your body, and your muscles loosen. “I might have an idea as to how we might get you to forget about that for awhile.”
“How’s that?” you ask.
She smiles. “I’m so glad you asked.” Her hooves pull away from your shoulders as she lifts herself up. “Roll onto your stomach, please.”
Blood floods into your cheeks, which you figure must be glowing as hard as they burn. “B-but—”
“Surely you don’t intend to say no to a massage, darling?” Your blush grows brighter as she grins at you.
“A massage would be… nice…”
“Then do as you’re told. Roll onto your stomach.” Her voice is soft, but firm. A shudder ripples across your skin at the authority in her voice, the kind of authority you know you can safely trust.
The soft pillow greets your cheeks as you roll over. Rarity positions herself on top of you, heat emanating from her stomach, pressed into your back.
“I’m going to start with your shoulders.”
Gently, she places her hooves on your shoulders, slowly pushing her weight into them as she leans over you. The warmth of her body presses through your shirt as she slowly digs in, rubbing circles into your shoulders.
The tightness starts to melt a little, a soft ripple through your neck. “Oh, goodness. You really do need this… You’re all knotted up.”
She forces her weight into your upper back, rubbing heat into your muscles, working up to the back of your neck. Her heavy kneading loosening the muscles, you can’t help but let out a weak little moan of pleasure.
“There you go, darling. Just let your Mistress take care of you,” she says, teasing her hooves down into the crest of your back, lifting the pressure away and pushing it back in repeatedly. She digs in deeply, moving her hooves together and apart, to the middle and to the sides, over and over. Each press is firm, each knead precisely placed to tease your muscles into a more relaxed position. She gently slides down to sit on your legs as she reaches your lower back.
“Goodness, how did you get knotted up so badly?” She sighs and pulls her hooves away, gently lying on your back, warmth pressing in again. She rests her muzzle on your shoulder, soft and petite, nuzzling into you as a puff of warm air brushes against your cheek. Her body shifts on top of you as she stretches her hooves.
“Are you getting tired?” you ask, turning your head up from the pillow. She gently pushes your head back into the pillow, and you offer little resistance as you close your eyes.
“A bit,” she admits. “But…” she trails off, moving her muzzle so that it’s right above your ear, the warmth of her breath dripping in. Goosebumps crawl down your back and arms. “I’m not done with you quite yet,” she whispers. You sigh, letting her warmth seep into your skin.
She plants a quick peck on your cheek before rolling off of your back. The cold air creeps back across your skin. “Where are you going?” you ask.
“Oh, don’t worry.” She steps over to a drawer at the end of the room, shuffling through the contents before holding up a shining golden pendant. The light from the window glistens off of it, highlighting the smooth curve of the surface with a streak of white. She flashes a warm smile to you and returns to the bed.
“What’s that?”
Rarity chuckles, climbing back in with you. “Oh, just something I asked Twilight to help me with. You’ll see.” With her magic, she unbuckles the pendant’s chain, pulling it around her neck, and links it together again.
A quick flash of sparkling blue magic fills the room, and when it dissipates, Rarity’s body has transformed into a dragon’s again. She lies next to you, her beautiful scales reflecting the light from the window. Her long, muscular tail slowly creeps its way up your back, stroking you gently and pressing into you just a bit. Her form is a bit bulkier, her eyes shinier and her muzzle craggier.
“You can just… do that?” you ask. Rarity nods.
“I don’t quite understand how it works. I had to ask Twilight to transform me back into a pony. She took a few days to find a proper solution, but she came to me and told me she would have to… contain the dragon, I think is how she put it, in something. I figured it wouldn’t hurt to keep it around, just in case I wanted to… release it.”
With the last two words, Rarity leans into your ear and whispers. Her hot breath glides across your skin, gently slipping into your ear and sending quivers down your skin.
Gently, she scoots her body a little closer to your side, letting her warmth press into you as her tail grows thicker on your back, the muscles pressing in deeply. You can’t help but let out a moan of weakness.
“Rarity…”
Slowly, she shambles on top of you again, pressing her tail in with her full weight. You let out an uncontrollable sigh as the sheer weight and muscle dig in so deeply to your sore, tired back. The tail rolls over you like a rolling pin over fresh dough, smooshing you into the mattress. Your body rocks back and forth on the bed under her tail’s weight.
“Oh, Rarity!” you moan, letting her force your exhaustion out of you. She giggles.
“Now, isn’t that sweet?” she chuckles, leaning a bit closer over you as her tail rolls up your back, firm scales pressing into your shoulders. “You let out such adorable noises, you know. It makes it hard for me to resist my… urges…” The word rolls tentatively off her lips as though it’s a drop of water clinging to a tap, only to finally drip into the drain below.
You blush as you feel a bit of pressure on your shaft, pressed against the bed. Subconsciously, you press your thighs together, trying to squeeze the arousal away, but it only intensifies the feeling. Her tail continues pressing into your shoulders, moving up to the back of your neck. The warmth of her body tingles against your bare skin. You bite your lip.
“And, you know…” she coos, slowly letting her tail narrow on the back of your neck. “I get the impression that I make it hard for you to resist your urges, as well.”
Suddenly, the end of her tail dives underneath your neck, pulling itself up and around the back, before resting on the back of your head. It gives your neck a little squeeze, making you shudder as it settles in around you. Your erection grows in your pants.
Before you get the chance to hide your bulge, however, Rarity heaves you onto your back, and you’re looking up into her eyes. Claws pin your wrists against the headboard as her belly presses right up against your erection, bending it downward. You only get stiffer.
“Rarity—!” you gasp, blushing furiously.
She chuckles softly, pressing her soft, scaly breasts against your chest. “Goodness, you get flustered so easily.” She plants a gentle kiss on your cheek, nuzzling into your neck beneath your new tail collar, which gently squeezes you again, not quite enough to cut off your breathing.
“You know, darling… I can feel that little friend in your pants…” she coos. You hide your face, but she gently presses a clawed palm to your cheek. “Oh, darling… You really mustn’t be ashamed. It would be difficult not to be aroused, with me right here on top of you… my breasts pressed right against you…” She makes a show of rubbing them with her free claws as she speaks.
You try to choke out some kind of protest, but you just can’t stop thinking about how desperately you crave to be inside of her, to submit your body to her. How badly you want to feel her folds around your cock. “Rarity…” is all you can muster. She smiles sweetly at you.
“You know that’s not how you refer to me, sweetie.” Your heart catches in your throat.
“M-Mistress…” She smiles, and you moan.
“Good pet,” she coos. Your heart jumps as you bite a little tighter on your lip. It feels so right to be praised by authority, so natural to be back in your rightful place. “Now, I think I can tell you want… a certain something. Isn’t that right?”
You nod, blushing.
“In that case,” Rarity begins, “I have something for you.” Your eyes widen, staring up into hers. Cautiously, she climbs off of you, leaving your member to reposition itself upward. A little whine escapes your lips as the pressure leaves your erection. As she rolls off the bed, you sit up, watching her step over to an armoire on the other side of the room. Her magic surrounds the upper drawer, pulling it out, as she sifts through its contents.
“Wh-what is it, Rarity?” you choke out.
“Mistress Rarity.” She turns to face you, holding a bright pink collar in her magic. She gently waves it in front of her face, stepping slowly toward the bed.
A heart-shaped silver buckle adorns the front of the collar, glittering in the light the same way her pendant does around her neck. Small holes are punched every inch along the middle, and the front bears a small loop under the buckle, which you imagine someone could secure a charm or tag to.
“A-are you going to… put that on me?” you gulp out. She smiles softly, lumbering back onto the bed, on top of you.
“Of course I am. And you’re going to enjoy it like a good little pet. Isn't that right?” Her weight presses you into the bed again as you nod, pinning your wrists back where they were. You shudder at the pressure against you, the cool embrace of the mattress on your back. Slowly, she unbuckles the collar, revealing the soft white plush of the inside. With her claw, she lifts your head up, sliding the collar underneath your neck, before pulling it taught.
The collar catches around your neck. Rarity pulls it around the front, looping it through the buckle and pulling it snug. She plants a kiss on your cheek before gazing into your eyes.
“M-Mistress…” you choke out. It’s a bit difficult to breathe. She chuckles.
“Oh, is it too tight? Does it make it harder for you to breathe?” You nod. “Good.” She smirks at you, and you whimper. “You won’t be able to disobey me with a lack of air. You’ll be a very obedient pet.” She lowers her eyelids. You shudder at the way she talks, her scaly belly pressing into your crotch. A light tingle begins creeping in.
Suddenly, she lifts herself so she’s sitting on top of your lap. “Sit up.” She roughly forces a single claw underneath your collar, tugging at it to pull you up. A gasp escapes your lips. You can’t do anything but obey her order, sitting up so your back is against the headboard.
“Good pet!” she says, kissing your cheek. “The collar isn’t the only thing I’m going to make you wear today, by the way.”
You look at her eyes, face paling. “It’s… not?”
She giggles right at you. “A silly little collar isn’t enough to make sure my good little pet stays in line, darling. No, no, no. You’re going to wear a leash.”
You squirm at the words and moan. “O-okay, Mistress… I trust you.”
She smiles. “Such a good little pet.” Her gentle claw reaches up to stroke your head, digging gently in behind your ear. Your breath catches in your throat as goosebumps crawl up your arms. She chuckles.
Before you know it, her tail pulls a long, black leash out from underneath the bed, dangling it before your eyes. The end of the leash has a silver hook, which she snaps perfectly into the loop on your collar. She gives it a quick tug, eliciting another gasp.
“Much better,” she sighs sweetly, pulling you by the leash into a kiss. You’re far too weak—she’s a dragon, and it doesn’t help that your legs and arms are like jelly, your heart fluttering with excitement. All you can do is part your lips for her to snake her tongue into your mouth, dazed with pleasure.
She shoves you down to the bed again, lips still locked, her claws pressing your wrists to the pillow once again as her thighs rest at your sides. They’re sturdy and thick, brimming with raw power. If she wanted to crush you beneath her claws, she could.
Yet, she uses her strength with absolute grace, masters the power with complete control. Her weight on top of you is perfection, her lips complete and utter pleasure.
She pulls back, leaving a slight strand of spit clinging to her maw. “You belong to me, pet.”
You nod along helplessly, whining at the absence of her lips. “I belong to you, Mistress…"
She plunges her tongue back into your mouth, and you get rock hard beneath her. She closes her thighs tightly around your waist, the absolute power sending a wave of pleasure through your body. She is your Mistress. She owns you, controls you. You are her pet, and that's all you know.
And then she sits up. Another whine escapes your lips, the intense desire for her lips still lingering on your mind.
“Silence, pet!” The command is terse. Firm. It sends tingles down your spine, a touch of fear into your stomach. You seal your lips shut and stare up at her, waiting.
She smiles. “Good pet!" Her claw reaches behind you and scritches you behind the ear. "So readily obedient! You really are learning your place~!”
Before a single little squeak can escape your throat, Rarity yanks on your leash, pulling you forward into her lap. Her pussy is glistening wet between her thighs, just an inch from your face. Your cheeks burn red, your muscles locking up.
“What’s wrong, my pet?” Her claw strokes your head, scratching behind your ear with gentle, repetitive strokes. Tingles run up and down your spine. “Just a moment ago you were desperate for your Mistress’s lips.”
Her claw reaches behind your head and shoves your face into her pussy, your lips helplessly lapping at the folds as she lets out a moan of approval. “Oh! Such a good pet! Pleasure your Mistress’s pussy!”
Your tongue searches the inside of her cavity, desperately pressing as far in as it can reach before pulling back out and prodding around for her clit. A gasp of pleasure erupts from your Mistress, sending shudders through her thighs. She lays back and squeezes your back tightly with her legs. “More! Pleasure me, pet!”
You can’t hold back your throbbing erection, sucking and lapping at her spit-covered clit as her rough scaled thighs rub against your skin. Your body helplessly thrusts into the mattress, desperate for any form of stimulation. You shudder in response, moaning and gasping into her soaking pussy, your face drenched.
Suddenly, a claw reaches underneath your chin, gripping the collar. More moans and shakes ravage your body as she tugs you up to look into her eyes, pressing her maw into yours and her pussy grinding against your still-covered crotch. Helplessly horny, you grind back, letting her tongue explore your mouth as yours searches hers, and she pushes you onto your back.
She thrusts into your dick harder now, spreading out her thighs and rubbing her sopping pussy against your pants, moaning into your lips.
“Oh, yes, darling! Doesn’t it feel so good? So good to be my pet? So good to be used by your Mistress?”
You moan out, shaking uncontrollably. “YesMistress! Itfeelssogood!” The words spill from your lips, slurred and desperate. You spread your legs underneath hers, giving her as much room as possible to stimulate your cock, but your Mistress sits up. Lifting her pussy away from you, she idly rolls onto her back and reaches to finger herself as she tugs your pants and underwear down with her other claw.
Your dick is firm, proudly freed from its cloth prison, and Rarity drags herself over you, grabbing your shirt with her muzzle and tugging it loose, the hot air of her breath lingering on your chin.
She climbs onto your chest and shoves her pussy back over your mouth, screaming out moans as you lick and suck on her clit. Her thighs squeeze around your neck, forcing your shoulders to the bed and squishing your head beneath the scales.
Her tail darts into her own pussy, wetting itself thoroughly, before flitting down to your cock and grasping it tightly. You erupt with shuddering moans.
"Helpless little pet…" she mutters between every sharp gasp, stroking her head, claws digging into your scalp. "Can't even resist a single touch from your Mistress. Even my petting gets you desperately aroused, doesn’t it?"
The wet tail squeezes up and down your shaft, giving extra attention to the tip as she grips and releases over and over. You can’t help but convulse with arousal, the pleasure tingling throughout your body as the rough, lubricated scales thrust up and down your hard cock.
You struggle against the urge to bite your lip, her pussy smothering your face. All you can think of is how horny you are for your Mistress, how much you belong to her, how much you want to please her.
"This is your place, pet!" shouts your Mistress, mashing her pussy into your lips, milking every drop of stimulation from your tongue. "Feasting upon your Mistress is your true calling! Obeying my orders!"
Her tail squeezes faster and faster, bobbing and rubbing against your cock with intensity you've never felt before. The orgasm bubbles up beneath the surface, so close to erupting out of you.
"Mishtreshh!" you moan into her lips as you try to pull away. She only forces her pussy back down onto your face, pushing your head back into the pillow.
"I did not give you permission to stop!" she shouts between quaking moans, thrusting into your face faster and faster and stroking you with matching speed, heavy moans forced from your throat with each thrust. "Oh, f-fuck!"
Her tail is so strong, yet graceful on your cock, wet and sticky as it pulls you helplessly closer and closer to the edge. Your mind is desperately ready to fall over, melting into mushy liquid. You want to cum more than anything in world as your breath rocks your body with record breaking speed.
"Oh, Celestia! Spill yourself, pet! Obey your Mistress!" She shudders with pleasure against you, gasping for breath as she milks your cock with her tail faster and faster, pulling you closer and closer until-
“I OWN YOU!”
Everything comes crashing down. Your cum squirts out like a geyser, your cock shuddering against her tail, which loosens its grip to let the orgasm flow unimpeded. Your Mistress, too, melts on top of you, her body slumping as the pleasure consumes her. She slides down your chest with continual shivers and heated moans until her breasts are pressed against your cheeks, her pussy dripping against your belly, leaving a little puddle of hot cum on your skin.
For a moment, the two of you remain like that, riding the wave down in the embrace of each other’s warmth, catching your breath together.
"Heavens," Rarity finally says, letting out one final sigh of contentment. "You really are wonderful."
A sprinkle of a blush creeps onto your cheeks. "Do you mean that?"
"Of course I mean that, darling!" She sits up and unbuckles the collar from your neck, flicking it idly off the side of the bed. "I'll put that away later."
Her claws caress your cheeks, lifting your head to look at her. "Darling, you are beautiful. Truly. You are a delight in bed, believe me. But more than that, I've had an absolutely wonderful time getting to know you for the past few weeks. I am incredibly grateful to have met you."
You look at her, studying her eyes, feeling her heat on top of you, her gentle claws on your cheeks. Another sigh escapes your lips. Your mind files through countless words, stumbling for something to say, any way to parse the compliment she's just given you.
You immediately find yourself embarrassed with what you choose to blurt out, pointing into the air above you.
"I think I came on the canopy."
