Rarity and the problem customer
Rarity and the problem customer
“Now then darling, I do believe that’s all the adjustments you requested! Please do let me know if there’s anything else I can help you with!” Rarity exclaimed wearily, a big fake smile plastered upon her face as she lead the picky woman to the large standing mirrors in her boutique. She had been working on this dress with this customer for almost three hours past closing - and as the sun lowered, as did the passion Rarity held for it. Clothing was a tiring business sometimes.
“It still doesn’t look right. What’s wrong with you, I thought you were meant to be able to make my dreams come true!” The woman exclaimed angrily, stomping her leg and crossing her arms as she glared at Rarity in the mirror. Rarity just lightly sighed, widening her tired smile as she held her own hands together in-front of herself.
“Yes, well, unfortunately dear, that’s supposed to be more of a phrase than a reality. I can’t actually make your dream come true when it’s… a…. Well, a dream.” She glanced at the abomination of lime green flowers and hot pink tulle as she spoke, a shiver running down her spine. She would have nightmares about this gown for weeks.
“This is not good enough. Add more twigs, that will help.” The woman huffed and rolled her eyes. Rarity swallowed and shuddered lightly.
“Darling I’m not sure that will help. Perhaps you can leave this dress with me for a few days like I discussed with you before and I’ll try to work my magic, as it were. I might be able to-“
“No, I want this dress today!” The woman stomped and finally turned, a furious expression on her face. Rarity knew that arguing with this woman wouldn’t lend any results - she had been trying for hours at this point - but she prided herself on always leaving customers happy. She took a second to steel herself before she tried again.
“I do understand, but it is now three hours past closing and I’m awfully tired. I’m afraid I cannot give you the help you need- what are you doing?” Rarity was cut off by the woman turning on her heel and heading for the back of the shop, dress still on and dragging awkwardly behind her. “Excuse me! No one is supposed to go back there but me-“
“If you won’t help me then I’ll just have to help myself!” The woman yelled back as she stomped through the doors into Rarity’s studio space. Rarity rushed behind, trying desperately to get the woman out.
“Madame I’m sorry, but this is simply unacceptable! This area of the shop is off limits to customers!”
The woman paid no mind as she began rummaging through draws, spilling a box of buttons and knocking over trays of gems as she went. That was, until her dress caught on a handle of a draw and began to tear. “My dress!”
“Oh, please do stay still-“ Rarity attempted to warn but it was too late. The dress began to come loose at the seam as the woman struggled to get away from the draw and tripped, tearing the floor length dress into a knee length one.
The silence that followed was loud. The woman jumped up and stared at the fabric that used to be connected to the dress in outrage. Rarity was in shock, her mouth slightly open and hands reached out uselessly until the woman began pulling the fabric free from the draw - successfully this time. It was in that moment, when the woman turned to her and began walking forward, did Rarity snap out of it. “Now then-“
“You ruined my dress! Look at it!” The woman yelled, holding up the tatty reminds of bottom of her skirt. “You ripped it to shreds! You’re trying to humiliate me!”
“I can assume you tha- what are you doing!” Rarity was interrupted by the woman grabbing her by her wrists and quickly securing her hands together, and then throwing them to a hook meant for drying fabrics above her head. Rarity tried to struggle and yell but the woman had a plan for that too, grabbing a long fabric scrap nearby and tying it around her head and mouth, gagging her.
“I’m just going to give you a taste of your own medicine!” The woman exclaimed, grabbing the front of Rarity’s shirt on either side. She tried to pull herself away from the crazy woman but wasn’t able to budge. “Let’s see how you like to be humiliated!”
And with that the woman pulled the fabric outwards on either side, the buttons on Rarity’s shirt giving out almost immediately and exposing her black lace bra. Rarity kept trying to wiggle away as she pulled the shirt up, lifting it off her body and up over her head. The fabric sagged back down to entirely cover Rarity’s eyes, blocking her view of the woman and leaving her even more helpless. She felt her skirt get the same treatment, being pulled up her body to pool at her waist and expose her matching black lace panties.
“Hmm, one more thing.” The woman said, grabbing hold of the front of Rarity’s panties. Rarity screamed into the gag as the woman pulled with all her might, rocketing the black lace up between her pussy lips. She felt like her privates were on fire with how hard the panties pushed their way into areas they weren’t supposed to be. The situation was only made worse when the back of her panties were also grabbed and pulled, her asshole feeling the burn too as the fabric forced its way between her cheeks to rub in other spots. She moaned and yelled into the gag helplessly as the space between her legs was heavily invaded by the lace.
The woman gave one final heave, lifting Rarity up into the air slightly by just the thin string of fabric before dropping her down, turning on her heel and stomping off. Rarity hardly had time to be glad that the drop had lowered her skirt to protect her modesty slightly before the woman was coming back. “Let’s see how you like these- oh.”
There was a slight pause, a moment where Rarity heard some metal objects hit the table, and then a gasp. She heard the woman take a few steps towards the mirror in the corner of the room, spend a few minutes there and then excitedly skip back over to her.
“Oh this dress is perfect! I knew you were the one to go to, who would have thought that shortening it would make it look so good? I need to go show my husband, he’ll be thrilled!” The woman began to excitedly make her way out, only pausing once she recognised Rarity’s desperate yells. “Oh don’t worry, I’ll leave the bits behind your counter on my way out. Really, again, thank you so much!”
The woman happily skipped out, leaving Rarity to stand half naked, tied up with her panties still deep inside of her and humiliated beyond belief.
Rarity and the problem customer
Rarity and the road worker
"Mmm! Mm m mmmm!" Rarity yelled into her gag, wiggling around as best as she could in an attempt to be loud enough to alert someone to her situation. It had only been a minute or two since the woman had left her alone, tied up and half naked. She struggled in her bonds and attempted to pull herself free - to no avail. She stomped her feet and yelled, all to be met with silence. And the worst part was - the panties that had been shoved up between her pussy lips and asscheeks were still roughly rubbing against her in all the worst ways.
She began to yell out again before swiftly cutting herself off. What was she doing? She was in Canterlot for Celestia's sake - this was not the kind of situation that she needed to be found in. And she was already three hours past closing, one of her friends would be coming to find her soon. All she had to do was wait for-
"Hello?" A voice called out from the shop floor. The customer must have forgot to close the door. Rarity, who was so noisy only a second prior, remained absolutely silent. Footsteps sounded closer as the voice called out again in a much clearer tone. "Hello? Anyone there?"
The voice was rough and gravelly, the kind she heard only this morning from the workers doing piping work down her street. A few more steps and then a pause. "I heard someone yelling for help, but I didn't expect this."
The voice was in front of her now so she began her struggle anew, pulling at her binds and instructing him on how to assist her. Well, she was here now, might as well get out while she could.
"Shh sweetheart, stop struggling. I'll get you out, okay? You just need to remain still for me."
Rarity felt herself stilling, slightly miffed despite the situation. She was a woman of class, of elegance, of sophistication -
"That's right, good girl. Wow, those things sure do bounce, hu?"
-Not someone to be ogled and stared at. She felt a light hand graze along her exposed tummy, bringing her struggle back to life. She began to swivel and squirm and pull at her bonds - anything for freedom - and in doing so, unintentionally giving the worker a good show as her cleavage bounced and flimsy skirt got slowly pushed back up. Rarity only stopped still once she felt the breeze between her legs once more. She clamped her legs together and leaned forward as best she could, seemingly presenting herself to the worker as she stuck her chest out.
He took the invitation. Large rough hands lay themself on her body, tracing upwards to her breasts as she tried to pull herself back, exposing her wedgied pussy lips in the process. She heard a small chuckle as a hand traveled down, grabbing hold and dragging the fabric upwards. She yelled and cursed and tried to move away as best she could as her pussy was once again being sawed at by the panties she wore but it was no use. He looped the panties around both of his wrists and pulled them upwards at the same time he placed both of his hands on her bra, squeezing roughly and jolting the fabric further into her. Rarity squealed at the invading fabric as it rubbed harshly against her clit, stimulating her in a way she wasn't prepared for. It was rough and degrading and it felt...
The man began to pull her bra up. Her yells fell on deaf ears as the cups were tugged upwards, pulling against her slightly-hardened nipples as they went and exposing her fully. A low chuckle was cut off with another squeal and more shouts as the man returned his hand, massaging her boobs and rubbing the palm of his hand across her nipples. The feeling sent little shocks down her spine as Rarity felt how rough the man's hands were - and how sensitive she was becoming.
No amount of yelling seemed to deter him as he traced his fingers around her breasts, stopping every so often to quickly and harshly rub her nipples so they stood erect and stayed sensitive as he kneaded the rest of her flesh. Rarity attempted again and again to yell, shout, scream even, but she could do nothing but fire herself out as her body was taken advantage of. All of a sudden he grabbed both of her soft breasts in his hand and pulled them up, her nipples stood to attention in centre space as she felt something wet touch her. The panties looked around his wrists pulled even harsher and he wasted no time in letting his tongue roll out, licking and biting and sucking her nipples back and fourth until she was whining and bucking slightly into the tight panty prison. Her attacker untangled his hands from her panties and dropped her tits to watch them swing freely after being released, the cool air on her wet nipples only hardening them further.
The worker chuckled lightly as Rarity shivered, and then he started flicking her nipples. The sensitive nubs tingled and sent a small shock up her body everytime they were playfully hit, and then rubbed even harder, and then finally pulled on. He grabbed them both lightly and gave a little pull upwards, making her whine as the light lubrication made his fingers slip off of her quickly, dropping her tits again and making them bounce. He repeated that a few times before he got a tighter grip and began twisting as he pulled them up higher, pinching harder as she yelled into her gag. She tried to not let the abuse of her poor nipples get to her - but it was hard to as she felt another rush of wetness drip down her thigh.
Rarity didn't have to deal with that for much longer though. The worker chuckled again and then began to trace down her body, lifting her skirt up higher and grabbing hold of the front of her panties once again. Rarity gulped and braced to have her panties shoved up her pussy again - but was surprised, and then horrified, as they were slowly pulled down instead. She quickly spread her legs to keep the panties from being pulled off, but realised her mistake too late as she felt one of her fabric boxes being pushed between her legs to keep her spread open. Her raw (and slightly too wet) pussy was now completely on display, with her panties dropped under her knees and a hand tracing her legs.
She shuddered in place as fingers lightly grabbed her lips on either side of her clit, spreading her gently open and exposing her even further. He pulled her lips with his thumb and pointer finger a little at a time with both hands until the wetness made them slip out of his hands. He then repeated it, his fingers getting slicker as he pinched and pulled, her slightly breathy moans getting a little louder each time. Eventually it was hard for him to even get a proper grip as his fingers were so soaked in her juices and her clit so puffy and soaked. He did it one more time, pushing his thumbs more roughly against her clit and pinching her lips harder as he spread her open further, fully exposing her clit and pussy.
Rarity whined a little and attempted to pull back as she once again recognised something wet invade her space, his tongue lapping at her juices, with extra attention paid to her puffy clit. She struggled further and accidentally ground a little on his face as she felt her orgasm rushing towards her, the stimulation of her nipples and pussy pushing her closer and closer. The man moved his fingers further back, his thumbs lightly tracing the edges of her pussy, and it was only at that point that she recognised how big this man's hands truly were. One of her fingers was the equivalent of two of her own - and she really felt it when he began pushing one of his thumbs into her.
She gasped as she felt his thick thumb invade her hole, the wetness audible as he lightly pumped it in and out of her pussy. He began tracing the edge with his other and she quietly whined as she struggled to hold herself back. The stretch wasn't painful but it was certainly noticeable as his second began to slip its way in, her tight pussy struggling a little to accommodate him. "You're a tight little bitch, ain't ya?"
Rarity couldn't help but moan at that as she felt his thumbs rub against her walls and start to pull a little, stretching her and causing even more wetness to seep over the thick fingers. He removed his thumbs only to start rubbing her clit with one of them as he pushed two of his other fingers inside her hole, drawing her closer and closer to the edge. He swapped again, this time hammering his fingers in harder than before, and Rarity couldn't hold back. She began to pant and writhe as she got right up to the edge, his fingers skilfully curling inside of her, getting her off better than anyone had before...
And then he stopped.
