Rarity Bends Over Backwards For A Sale
Rarity drummed her fingers along the desk, her vision distorting as she failed to focus on anything at all. The drawing table before her was covered in sticky notes, pieces of scrap paper, and more ideas than she could count. Yet not a single one of them were even remotely compelling in the young designer’s eyes.
“Back to square one,” Rarity muttered to herself.
The woman shook her head and stood up, her gaze going over to the whiteboard nearby. On it was a simple problem, lingerie sales are down. The simple statement was surrounded by ideas, though ones she had already crossed out.
New designs? What's popular? Disinterest in lingerie? And more had all been partially erased or scribbled over to some extent.
No matter what Rarity thought of, nothing quite answered that simple problem of declining sales. Interest in such a line of risque clothes was at an all-time high, provided her market research was good, and there was no reason to doubt it. In fact, Rarity had personally seen entire lines fly off the shelves of competitors, yet hers remained in stock. Very in stock.
Glancing over to the rather chaotic room, Rarity noted that she still had three entire racks of her designs waiting to have a place in the showroom. It was a sight that made the already dejected woman sigh in defeat and slump down into her fainting couch. As she lay there, bored, and irritable, the woman felt her gaze begin to drift once more.
Glancing over the small, cramped office filled mostly with racks of unsold product she eventually landed on a mirror. The long, full-body display showed the frowning face of the fashionista herself. The sight of the bags under her eyes, the terrible shape of her knee-length dress, and the disorderly state of her mauve blouse nearly made her faint. A glance at her already smudged makeup only plunged her already abysmal mood further into the gutter.
“Look at you. Coming to pieces over such a tiny thing as a bit of lost sales,” Rarity muttered bitterly to herself. “To think it's come to this.”
A knock at the door prompted the young woman to quickly rise, and with practiced ease, settle her clothing. A quick touch of magic remedied her imperfect lipstick and eye shadow before opening the door. To reveal the familiar face of Suri Polomare, the former villainess, and current employee of Rarity and general manager of Rarity’s Canterlot Boutique.
Though not an accomplished seamstress and designer, the other woman was still an impeccable dresser. A tight, form-fitting greyish-blue dress barely contained the woman’s rather impressive E-cup breasts. It also showed off her impressive curves, and long legs, though it did little to hide the noticeable bulge running down the inside of her thigh.
“Whatever is the matter dear?” Suri inquired.
“Oh, nothing,” Rarity muttered.
“Nothing? I could hear you pouting all the way from the cash register,” Suri countered.
Rarity sighed and sat back down on her fainting couch. “It's just… I was so enthused to put out this new line of lingerie, but nothing is selling and I can't help but wonder where I went wrong. Like, with this one for example.”
The fashionista rose suddenly, and walked over to the rack, pulling out of one of the sets at random. Consisting of a bra, panties, and stockings, it was fairly normal, save for how numerous flower-like designs had been sewn into them. Not only that but it also wreathed the wearer’s waist in cloth roses the same red as the rest of the ensemble.
“Is it too bright? Too flashy? Or maybe it's too monochrome,” Rarity half asked half stated. “Roses are definitely in this season, but then why hasn't anyone so much as looked at?”
“I’ve looked,” Suri offered.
“Oh I know you have, and I appreciate it but I can't stand that no one else has,” Rarity continued.
“But you’ve been selling plenty of other things, what's the problem?” Suri pressed.
“It's not about money, it's about art, but before I get into that I must say, darling. You have been doing a fantastic job. Truly sales is where you shine,” Rarity complimented.
“Why thank you,” Suri replied.
“Regardless. I just can't help but wonder where I went wrong. I can't have screwed up on all of them, could I?” Rarity asked, flicking through the rack at random, growing more and more manic with each she passed by. “I made over fifty, surely at least one was acceptable.”
“Rarity,” Suri interrupted, grabbing the other woman by the shoulder. “I’m going to be frank with you, okay?”
Rarity nodded mutely.
“You are not known for lingerie,” Suri declared.
“That's… it?” Rarity replied.
“Pretty much,” Suri stated with a shrug. “Noone comes in here for that type of thing, so the only customers are curious ones here for something else entirely.”
“I… never thought of it like that,” Rarity muttered. “I simply assumed that they would see what I had on display and come inside.”
“People don't window shop anymore. They see what's in the magazines and just go straight to whatever hot destination they are talking about this month,” Suri continued. “If you really want to get their attention you have to put on a more eye-catching display.”
“But how? I’m already using what limited window space I have to advertise my newest line,” Rarity replied.
“Hmmm,” Suri paused, took a step back, and eyed Rarity up. “Okay, put on your favorite piece.”
“What, like… right now?” Rarity asked.
Suri nodded. “Yes, like right now.”
Rarity seemed on the verge of disagreeing before giving in and flicking through the rack. “Okay, but after that, you have to tell me what you have in mind.”
“I promise,” Suri stated with a smile.
The woman stood there, arms crossed over her generous chest, watching as Rarity found the perfect outfit. She was then about to shrug off her clothes when she turned around and looked at Suri with an odd expression.
“Could I have some privacy?” Rarity asked.
“I mean, you're about to be wearing lingerie that reveals just about everything anyway. So, what's the point?” Suri replied.
“I mean…” Rarity hesitated, before releasing a sigh. “I suppose it hardly matters.”
Having given up on the hope that she could undress without the presence of her assistant, Rarity began to undress. First she pulled off her blouse, pausing briefly as it struggled to get past her impressive bust. Larger than even Suri Polomare’s chest, Rarity sported tits that nearly defied the typical letter scale, coming in somewhere a bit higher than E.
Eventually, she managed to squeeze the thing over her boobs and tossed the piece of fabric back onto the couch. The fashionista then swiftly unclasped her dress, and wiggled her way out of it, again struggling with her curvacious figure. Wide, child-bearing hips combined with an ass the product of over a thousand hours of squats made the process difficult.
Again, it took a bit of struggling, but she managed to free herself from the embrace of her clothes. As she laid the dress down amidst the rest of her clothing, she caught a glimpse of Suri and couldn't help but smirk slightly. The other woman was known for two things, her past poor behavior, and for having a really fat cock.
Contained by a strap around her leg, the impressive pillar of girl meat reached down her thigh and nearly to her knee. Pulsing slightly, it was contained, but barely, the mammoth pole itching to be released from its imprisonment. Rarity brushed aside that thought for the moment, and quickly rose once more, her hand seeking out the clasp of her bra.
Though Rarity faced the mirror while she continued to undress, she glanced at Suri’s reflection. The moment their eyes met, Rarity released the clasp on her bra, allowing her tits to drop suddenly. The massive boobs bounced and jiggled before being quickly corralled by Rarity’s arm, obscuring her rock-hard nipples.
“Oops,” Rarity muttered. “Don't you hate it when that happens?”
Suri grunted.
Rarity chuckled and moved onto her panties, thumbs hooking into the edges. While slowly pushing them down her thighs and over her knees, Rarity observed her employee out of the corner of her eye. Sure enough, the other woman was watching Rarity intently, or a part of her anyway.
The fashionista could all but feel Suri’s gaze fixing itself on her quaking, jello-like posterior, and didn't mind. She had always enjoyed the attention, though she didn't relish in it for long, dropping her thong and standing back up. With one arm going back across her chest, Rarity walked over to where she had deposited the lingerie she had chosen.
Slipping the ensemble on, she made a point of not drawing it out any longer than necessary. The process still wasn't quick mind you, as she had some generous proportions to tackle. Keeping the teasing to a minimum was difficult, as Rarity really enjoyed getting a rise out of the other woman. Suri was no doubt painfully hard already, and Rarity didn't feel like tutoring her too much, at least not yet anyway.
“There we are,” Rarity muttered.
After tugging the bra perfectly into place, Rarity eyed herself in the mirror, turning slightly to get a full view of herself. Every curve, and feature of her body was perfectly presented, or framed by the piece of clothing. It was just a little too small, but then again Rarity had rather unique proportions that required special tailoring.
“Perhaps I’ll keep this one for myself, after I make a few adjustments,” Rarity muttered to herself.
“Right, anyway,” Suri muttered, pausing to clear her throat. “Ready for part two?”
“Which is?” Rarity asked.
“We put you on display, of course,” Suri replied.
“You can't be serious,” Rarity deadpanned.
Suri leaned in close and smiled. “Oh, but I am,” she purred.
“Well, I…” Rarity muttered.
Her gaze drifted through the slightly parted door and to her completely empty shop. Rarity looked past the rows of untouched product and began to feel a bit tempted to do as Suri asked. Then, the fashionista noticed a woman stroke past her front window, pausing only briefly to glance at the mannequin. Then, she was gone, barely giving the item of clothing on display so much as a passing consideration.
“I’ll do it,” Rarity declared.
“Atta girl,” Suri exclaimed, smacking the fashionista in the ass. “Now get on out there and show them what they’re missing.”
Rarity blushed profusely, and walked out onto the show floor, making haste for the window in order to hide her embarrassment. Once there, she used a bit of magic to move the mannequin in her way, and then swiftly took its place in front of the window. Standing there, in full view of the street Rarity immediately felt a hint of shame, reflexively covering her breasts.
“No, no. That won't do at all,” Suri proclaimed. “You must show them how attractive such a garment makes them.”
“I don't understand,” Rarity admitted.
“Allow me,” Suri replied.
Suri Stepped up next to Rarity and immediately grabbed the fashionista by the shoulders. A few firm pushes, and gentle twisting forced Rarity to put an arm behind her head, and the other against her butt. A few more subtle tweaks and she stood slightly to one side, with a single leg in front of the other. The commanding, powerful grip of the other woman reminded Rarity that despite her softness, Suri was still an earth caste. It also reminded Rarity that being treated in such a fashion was incredibly arousing, though she dare not reveal such information.
“There, now own it!” Suri barked.
Rarity nearly jumped, the woman immediately shifting her hips slightly, and standing up a bit straighter. She instantly appeared proud, yet submissive, her posture inviting the viewer in. Suri seemed to like it, the futa woman taking a step back to eye Rarity a bit more thoroughly.
“Not bad, now grab their attention, make eye contact, and all but demand that they come inside,” Suri pressed.
“My, you are so commanding today,” Rarity murmured.
“I may have turned over a new leaf, but some things will never change,” Suri replied.
“I’m just glad you stopped saying mmmk at the end of every sentence,” Rarity exclaimed.
Suri slapped Rarity’s backside. “Less talking, more seducing.”
“Mmm yes ma’am,” Rarity muttered.
Rarity turned her attention to the street and did as she was told to do. She made eye contact, blew kisses, and shifted poses whenever anyone laid eyes on her. Though a few seemed intrigued, none actually made the move of entering the store. After nearly ten minutes of failure, Rarity’s hopes began to fade, and she released a sigh of defeat.
“It's not working. They gawk, but don't come inside,” Rarity murmured dejectedly.
“Then we will demand their attention,” Suri exclaimed.
Rarity stood there silently, waiting for the other shoe to drop and Suri to finish her thought. When that didn't happen after a few seconds, Rarity turned to ask what the other woman had been about to say. Only to stop when she saw that Suri had hiked her dress up around her waist, revealing her turgid erection for the world to see.
Large, hard, with a mottled pink and purple color, her mammoth horse cock also had a slightly flared tip. Each pulse and twitch stirred Rarity’s heart and added heat to the already raging fire burning deep in the fashionista's core. Her already moist panties grew wetter as the seconds ticked by, and Suri fought with the ribbon wrapped about her leg.
“There we go,” Suri muttered.
The slim purple band fell to the ground, freeing the titanic appendage from its bondage. Immediately it shot up, standing at attention and throbbing needfully.
“You… don't wear any underwear,” Rarity pointed out.
“Nothing feels comfortable with this beast. Though I’m certain it will fit perfectly inside you,” Suri replied.
“Wait, you're not implying what I think you are… right?” Rarity asked.
“I don't even think that what I said counts as implication. I intend on fucking you, while you stand there, on display for the world to see,” Suri stated. “You do want to sell your lingerie, right?”
“I guess,” Rarity reluctantly admitted. “But…”
Rarity hesitated once again, though like every other time she felt herself slowly begin to agree with Suri. The fashionista was sopping wet at this point, and she was certain the other woman could smell it. They both wanted it, that much was clear, but Rarity wasn't certain if she could bring herself to do something like that while so many watched. Then she looked down on the fat fucking dick, and she began to think that all those extra eyes would only make it hotter.
“Fine,” Rarity murmured, reaching a hand down to her panties.
“No. Leave them on,” Suri commanded.
Rarity shuddered, the domineering tone activating some subservient side of her that rarely had a chance to emerge. So, with some faked reluctance, Rarity spread her legs and put a hand against the window.
Suri sighed. “No, not like that. You are still selling the lingerie. If you steam up the window no one will even be able to see you.”
“Then what am I supposed to do?” Rarity asked.
“Just stand there, with your butt pushed out,” Suri ordered. “Oh don't give me that look. I’ve seen you do your afternoon yoga. You are more than strong enough to manage that.”
Again Rarity found herself agreeing with her domineering partner, and doing exactly as she ordered. She stuck her butt out, pushed herself up, and did her best to resume the seductive pose she had taken originally. It was slightly awkward, given the angle, but Rarity was nothing if not a competent professional and managed it with aplomb.
“For once I’m glad you're taller than me,” Suri whispered just loud enough that Rarity couldn't hear.
The other woman stepped forward, and with one hand gripping her cock, and the other Rarity’s waist pushed forward. It took a bit of awkward shuffling, but soon Suri felt the tip of her dick brush against Rarity’s folds. Slick girl juice coated the top of the futa’s penis, sending a shiver up Suri’s spine, and adding to the intense lust burning within her.
With a gentle push, Suri entered her partner, Rarity’s sopping wet pussy enabling relatively easy entry. She didn't get far before Suri felt a bit of resistance, however, the thick head of her cock stretching her employer’s insides. The feeling was delightful, and she relished it by pausing there in order to adjust her stance, widening the spread of her own legs.
Rarity did her best to hold a neutral expression but the feeling of her pussy lips being spread so wide forced a moan from her lips. The sensation of stretching, of being pushed to accommodate something larger than any of her previous partners was electrifying. It was only her well-refined professionalism that kept Rarity from abandoning her pose entirely and giving in to her more base urges.
Suri didn't pause for long, the futa woman pushing hard a moment after she got her hooves in a better spot. Six throbbing inches pushed their way inside and were joined by two more not long after, causing a slight bulge to become visible in Rarity’s midsection. It grew larger when the final three inches of girl dick forced its way into her pussy and kissed the entrance to her womb. The brush was brief, and though slightly painful, it was a good pain, like the pain Rarity felt to being stretched so much in so little time.
“Oh my stars,” Rarity whispered, a hand going to her lower stomach.
Her fingers touched and caressed the bulge, feeling the wide flat head of her lover’s cock while it was still inside of her.
“Eyes up,” Suri barked. “Customers incoming.”
Rarity instinctively looked to the street, taking her attention away from the pleasure coursing through her body. There in front of her were several young women carrying bags bearing marks from several other clothing stores in the area. Upon laying eyes on Rarity, they stopped, and stared, too shocked or aroused to do anything but gawk.
Blowing a kiss to the long futa in the small group, Rarity struck another pose, one that pushed out her breasts. Though Rarity was flawless in her execution, Suri made things more complicated by pulling out and then thrusting back inside. Fighting down the cry that demanded to fly from Rarity’s lips was difficult, but she held back, if only barely.
Suri didn't stop there and continued to drive her hips forward, again and again, pounding Rarity’s cunt ruthlessly. The futa woman’s hands gripped her partner’s waist, holding her tightly, and all but telling Rarity that she was not going anywhere. Each of these powerful, ass-quaking thrusts sent a ripple through the other woman, one both literal and metaphorical. Pleasure assaulted Rarity’s mind, while her jiggling tits quaked within their fabric prisons, nearly spilling out of them.
“That's right, give them a show!” Suri barked.
Rarity barely managed to keep smiling while shifting from one pose to another. All while an increasingly large crowd of people had gathered to watch her from on the street. What had started as four women, had become a multi-gendered crowd of many different creatures. Minotaur girls, and griffon boys, all of whom were of a more feminine body type, stood in rapt attention. It was only growing too, as watchers called others over to observe as Rarity was fucked in broad daylight for all to see.
“Hnnng,” Rarity grunted, biting down on her bottom lip and stopping a moan that threatened to escape.
Her legs ached, and her leg muscles were becoming weak and starting to burn. The need to stretch, or do anything but hold the exact same position was becomingly increasingly demanding. She wanted to stretch, and for once she was not thinking of Suri’s cock.
“Hold it, hold it,” Suri repeated.
Minutes passed with Rarity shifting from one pose to another, maintaining eye contact and teasing the crowd. A crowd that soon grew to encompass almost the entire street. The sight was enough to make Rarity wonder if their little stunt would work, but threw away that idea.
After getting her pussy pounded for nearly thirty minutes at that point, all she cared about was release. Something Suri had not let either of them have. Each time one or the other drew close, Suri slowed, or stopped completely, seemingly supernaturally aware of when Rarity was close.
Regardless of how, the end result was that Rarity was a quivering mess, that could barely stand. Her legs shook, and her pussy quivered, a fresh wave of girl juices dribbling into the pool between her legs. Moans previously held back by restraint spilled freely from her lips. Even her poses were forgotten, the woman putting her hands on the glass in order to keep herself from falling.
“Well then, before it gets too steamed up. Let's give them a grand finale, what do you say?” Suri asked.
“Oh yes, please. I’m so close,” Rarity muttered.
“Tell me what you want, and say it loud. Got it?” Suri demanded, punctuating her statement by slapping Rarity’s ass hard enough to make it sting.
“I want to cum! Please, Suri, let me finish!” Rarity called out.
“Tut tut, selfish girls don't get to cum,” Suri retorted, her hips slowing to a sudden halt.
Rarity whimpered and pushed her hips back. “Oh please cum inside me. I want to feel your hot cum fill my insides.”
“And you want it in front of all these people, don't you?” Suri pressed.
“Yes!” Rarity cried. “I want them all to see what a whore I am as I take your seed.”
“Now then, let's give them something to look at, hmm?” Suri half asked, half stated.
The woman answered the unspoken question by unclasping Rarity’s bra, allowing her tits to spill out. Immediately the crowd began to cheer, the dull roar reminding Rarity of just how many people were watching her at that moment. Though that may have been a downside at one point, now it only turned Rarity on even more.
The moment her breasts were free, Suri leaned in close, and grabbed them, squeezing them tightly. She then began to kneed the soft, jiggling flesh, occasionally pinching Rarity’s nipples and making the other woman cry out in confused pleasure. As she did so, Suri’s hips remained in constant motion, her cock pounding into Rarity with a wet rhythmic thump of flesh meeting flesh.
With their arousal reaching a climax, they both knew it wouldn't be long before they came. Neither pushed off or resisted that eventuality, instead rushing towards it, heedless to their audience’s attention. Rarity was the first to cum, the woman squirming and twisting as a fresh surge of girl cum coated her lover’s cock.
Suri wasn't far behind, her surprisingly powerful, deep thrusts bulging Rarity’s stomach every time their hips met. The tip of her cock flared, spreading Rarity wider than ever, and making her own orgasm reach heights she had never imagined possible. Then Suri suddenly jerked to a stop and began to fill Rarity’s insides with what felt like a torrent of jizz.
Then, Rarity’s pleasure truly reached the heavens, as stars danced before her eyes. Her quaking legs threatened to give out but didn't only because of the fat cock rammed into her guts. Guts which were soon swimming with a trillion sperm all seeking to make Rarity a mother.
“Yes, feel your belly fill with my cum,” Suri hissed under her breath, hands still squeezing down on Rarity’s tits.
“F-f-f-fuck!” Rarity cried.
Over and over Suri’s cock pulsed, and deposited another thick load into Rarity’s already stuffed cunt. Until at long last every last nook and cranny had been filled, leaving Suri’s cum nowhere else to go but out. Thich white splooge trickled out of Rarity’s pussy, landing amidst the pool of watery girl cum that had already formed on the floor.
Rarity didn't care about how ruined her carpet or pussy may be, as the mind-blowing orgasm washed away all thoughts. Leaving behind only pleasure, and the dull feeling of her stomach having grown to accommodate the small ocean that had been pumped into her. Then finally, it stopped, and Suri pulled back suddenly, her cum slick cock sliding out of Rarity’s pussy.
Without the pillar of girl cock holding her up, Rarity toppled to the ground, landing on her stomach. Hot jizz shot out of her ruined hole, but the fashionista didn't even notice that at the moment. She was still in awe at the orgasm that had rocked her body and left her dumbstruck.
In the distance, she heard Suri walk away, as well as what sounded like many hooves tromping around nearby. Rarity ignored all of it and merely savored the last remnants of her orgasm. Until at long last, her cunt had expelled the majority of cum not packed inside her womb.
“Wha, where am…” Rarity muttered, only to stop. “Oh right… that happened.”
The woman tried to push herself up but found her legs too weak to stay under her. Falling right back down, Rarity chose instead to merely sit, sit and look around in confusion.
Her store was nearly empty, and all of her lingerie save for maybe three or four pairs were gone. Curious as to where the inventory had all gone, Rarity quickly searched for any sign of Suri. SHe was found behind the counter, the woman counting bits as she dropped them into one of four very full bags.
“You sold out. Almost,” Suri called.
“How long was I out?” Rarity asked.
“Only a few minutes,” Suri replied, dropping the final bit into the bag, and tugging it closed.
“Really? But you sold so much,” Rarity pressed.
“Do you doubt me?” Suri demanded, hands on her hips.
“N-no,” Rarity murmured.
Suri chuckled. “Good, because I think you will find that I am more than a match for a few horny customers eager to get their own Rarity brand lingerie.”
“I have no doubt…” Rarity muttered to herself. “I just… can't believe how much we sold. It worked.”
“Of course it did,” Suri dismissed with a scoff. “Not only that but you have several dozen orders for that particular ensemble your half wearing.”
“That's… amazing,” Rarity whispered.
Suri smiled and walked over to Rarity, the futa woman’s cock flopping freely between her legs.
“So,” Suri began, stopping to stand over Rarity. “I was thinking we could do this again.”
“Absolutely,” Rarity instantly replied. “I mean. Provided I have enough stock.”
“Of course,” Suri replied, a smirk coming to her face. “Though maybe eventually we could do the same with a maternity line.”
Rarity touched her stomach. “Yes, that sounds… perfect.”
Author's Note
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