“B...but, Miss Rarity, w...we only just - Gah,” the slender, somewhat effeminate stallion gasped as the mare atop him wildly bucked her hips.
“Oh hush now, Darling, we’re only just getting started,” she tutted. Straddling him and keeping his stallionhood entombed within her succulent depths, she rode the slender lad like a beast possessed.
In all her years on Equestria, she’d never thought to behold a creature as lovely as herself - that was, until that morning. She’d practically done a double-take in the market, spotting the lithe, alabaster unicorn browsing the fresh fruits of a stand. Blinking and shaking her head hadn’t disbanded the vision of the heavenly pony. Surely - SURELY there was no way that somepony could rival her unparalleled beauty, yet he had.
As she trotted over in disbelief, giving herself a better look at him, he noticed her hasty approach. Her shock compounded, when he rushed over to greet her. He said his name was Yodi and, to her abject amazement, he was a fan of hers. Keen interest aside, the most fascinating thing about him was how strikingly similar he appeared to her!
Had she not known better, she could have sworn that she’d been looking at a reflection of herself. From his snow-white coat to his indigo mane and tail, he was the spitting image of her. Though he was technically a stallion, his form and soft voice could easily have passed for those of a mare - more specifically, herself. The lad had even gone so far as to style his mane after her!
Allowing him to fawn over her for a bit, content to let him lavish her with praise, an insidious thought crept to the fore. Over her life, there was one particularly dubious notion which periodically raised its head. Never having had much luck in the dating department, she’d taken to getting herself off on occasion, though that wasn’t the questionable bit - no, that honor went to the fantasies involved with such endeavors.
It wasn’t uncommon that she got off to herself, imagining bedding her double, yet getting to live out that fantasy was a first. While the idea of sleeping with herself was admittedly a bit narcissistic, she saw no harm in it. Hidden fetishes were just that - hidden; so long as the fantasy didn’t become a reality, there was no harm. Sadly, as she found out that morning, fate was a cruel mistress.
It was only when the servile femcolt said he’d do anything for her did the final piece click into place. Realizing it may well be her one and only shot to live the dream, she leapt at the questionable opportunity. After a polite request and a short trot to the Carousel Boutique, she had him just where she wanted him. Luring him to the back of her shop was a breeze, asking him to close and lock the door behind himself took a bit more effort, and getting him to lie atop a crate of fabric was harder still, yet she accomplished them all.
Lashing him to the box, lest he get too excited during his impending experience, she ensured Yodi wouldn’t become dislodged. As she trotted over to him, with her eyes wandering over his supine frame, she appraised his delicate underbelly and package. He nervously watched her every move, under the misconception that she was simply getting his measurements using a peculiar Saddle Arabian method, adding to her interest.
“Darling,” she began, swinging one leg over his abdomen, “has anyone ever told you how gorgeous you are?”
His eyes lay glued to her nethers, doubtlessly spying the darkened flesh of her marehood.“N...no?” he stammered.
“Hmmmm,” she hummed, absentmindedly dragging her hastily slickening loins over his hardening shaft.
His length twitched, his pupils dilated, and he lightly struggled against his bonds. Honestly, it was absolutely precious. The way he twitched beneath her, the thrilled yet anxious look in his eyes, the bead of perspiration rolling down his brow. He was younger than her, likely inexperienced with romantic affairs, but that was part of his charm. Before she was finished, she’d make a fine little stallion out of him.
“That simply won’t do, my dear,” she purred. Leaning in, bringing her muzzle to his neck, she breathed hotly upon him. “You truly are a magnificent pony. It’s a shame that nopony has shown you the appreciation you deserve…”
Raising her waist, allowing his cock to leap upward, she shifted ever so slightly. Without so much as looking, guided by feel alone, she rocked her hips back. The sensation of his blunt, battering-ram like crown grazing her entrance brought a smirk to her pouting lips. Slowly, oh so slowly, she bore down against him.
The barest whimper escaped him, as she was penetrated. Inch after glorious inch of his shaft ground into her velvety depths, and she relished every second of it. He was like the finest wine, to be savored and appreciated and not to be guzzled down like common swill. Gazing down at his immaculate face, seeing the pained look of barely restrained bliss contort his features, she grinned.
Her descent was glacial, seemingly stretching on for a brief eternity, before she finally hilted. With her sex resting against him, she contentedly wiggled in place. “Are we ready to begin?”
Dragging his eyes from her crotch and up to her face, he gulped. “B...but I’m gay…”
“So am I,” she cooed, a split second before locking lips with him. No sooner had she finished speaking than she began in earnest. Swinging her lower half forward and freeing a bit of his stallionhood, she slammed herself back against him.
Making out with and being rutted by his idol was all well and good, yet Yodi had meant what he said - he really wasn’t into mares. Throughout the entirety of his life, his meager endowment hadn’t given him so much as a wiggle when musing on females - that being said, Rarity was a bit of an exception. Not only was she the most alluring unicorn he’d ever seen, but her demure and genteel demeanor transcended his sexuality.
Peeking up at her face, swearing she could be his double, his confusion mingled with his growing arousal. She was, in a very real sense, a feast for the senses - her soft groans, the taste of sweet hay upon his tongue, her delicate scent, and the snugness of her marehood were unparalleled. Though he’d never assumed he’d learn what making love to a mare felt like, he was rocked to his very core by the experience.
Like liquid silk, her interior enveloped his shaft. Had he not known better, he could have sworn his stallionhood was melting within her depths. Even if he’d been free to move, he was unsure he’d be able to. He was a fly in her web, held captive by the enchanting fashionista, and he found it harder and harder to resist. With his resolve crumbling, torn by indecision, his treacherous body seized the initiative.
Feeling her guest buck against her, Rarity pulled away. Though she wasn’t opposed to servicing herself on him, she was pleasantly surprised when he finally decided to join her. The kiss, while delightful, had been a welcome prelude to the main event. Pushing herself up and bouncing on his lap, she treated herself to the sublime view of her coltish alter-ego.
Even with his legs bound, Yodi wasn’t completely immobile. Thrusting up to meet her descents, synchronizing his movements with hers, his homosexuality fractured. Faced against a mare of her caliber, he couldn’t see how anypony would be able to withstand her amorous assault - besides, it wasn’t like he had much say on the matter. With few other options available, he decided to do his best to enjoy himself - after all, it wasn’t every day that he’d been afforded such an opportunity.
Their bodies became a symphony of motion, increasing in both force and speed with every passing second, yet their eyes never strayed from one another. Save for the fact that Yodi had a cock and wore spectacles, the duo could easily pass for twins. Driven by their vanity and mutualistically fanning the flames of their lust, their desires became a self-feeding loop of depravity.
On and on they went, inching ever closer to finish, until Rarity felt the lad beginning to flare within her. It wasn’t like she could fault him for his somewhat lackluster endurance, all things considered - still, she wasn’t about to give him any slack. Clenching around him, constricting around his wildly pulsing shaft, she pawed at her chest.
“I...I’m gonna…” he faltered, screwing his eyes shut and doing his damnedest to hold back.
Continuing unabated, levying every ounce of her carnal prowess against him, she licked her lips. “Darling,” she murmured, drawing his attention, “cum…”
With those two words, Yodi’s composure utterly broke. His legs trembled, he mewled out, and a torrent of foal-batter surged through his length. The bloated crown of his cock kissed her womb, a heartbeat before he erupted. Shot after virile shot of his hot, virile seed painted her depths, pushing her over the edge.
Casting her head back and braying like a mare possessed, Rarity was overcome with raw, unfettered ecstasy. Her marehood convulsed, lewdly gushing her climactic nectar over his waist and upper thighs. Cumming alongside him, while picturing him as a mirror of herself, was the perfect finishing note to their little escapade.
All Yodi could do was heave air into his chest, as he gazed up at her. Slickened with sweat, locking eyes with him, the mare smiled triumphantly. She’d accomplished something she hadn’t thought possible, fucking somepony as attractive as herself, yet she was far from fully satisfied. Draping herself over him, kissing her way up his chest and to his collar, she slowly brought her snout to his ear.
“Ready to go again…?”
