Knock knock k-knock... knock
The uneasy thump of a hoof against the door drew Rarity from her mid-preparation revelry. Putting on makeup, doing her hair; it was always kind of a zone to be in. So much so that it was sometimes a surprise she managed to noticed the arrival of visitors at all.
She checked the clock on the table in front of her.
He was fifteen minutes early.
Of course, they always came early.
No matter. His timing was perfect.
Rarity sighed to herself, a generic wispy breath of contentment as she lifted her hooves away from the final coif of her curled mane. The last sprig of circled hair fell into place like a coiled spring of violet silk.
Yes, she looked more than presentable.
"Just a minute," she called to the pony at the door, lifting the last word into a higher register with a sing-song quality to her voice. She took a moment to tidy away the brush and bobby-pins she had been working with, then slid her chair back and took the last mental preparation to meet her guest for the night.
She allowed herself one peek through the peephole before she readied her hooves at the door-handle.
The sight she saw through fish-eye skewed magnification got her to bite back a joyous giggle, but it didn't stop her from hopping up and down on her front hooves and kicking her hind legs back and forth like an excited filly waiting to open a Hearth's Warming Eve present they'd waited all year for.
With one last tousle of her mane, Rarity cleared her throat and turned the lock. She pulled the door open fast enough that the pony on the other side wouldn't have time to change his mind.
The cold night air greeted Rarity as she opened the door, as well as the nervous looking face of the pony she'd spied through the peephole.
The colt - certainly stallion would be inappropriate - looked like what Rarity imagined the result would be if brown sugar, acne, and cookie dough had somehow given birth to a pony. He was certainly round. His belly was the most notable point of protrusion, though there was a fair amount of weight carried elsewhere; his face, for one. His cheeks jiggled just from his nervous shuffling back and forth. Rarity didn't occupy herself with counting his chins, acknowledging that more than two was well past the quota.
His was so pudgy she could feel the calories dripping off his skin.
The greasy foods didn't look as though they'd been kind to the poor boy either. His face was pockmarked with unpleasant acne, red dots and pimples marring his otherwise blandly inoffensive brown-cream coloured coat all the way across his mouth and cheeks. His hair looked like it had been through a similar treatment, a black cropping of bangs that looked like maybe he had washed them in hog-fat before his arrival.
And, he had a little bow-tie on. How adorable.
Rarity struggled to contain another giggle, but kept her composure as she finished giving the colt a once over. He hadn't managed to squeak out a single word for the duration of Rarity's examination, about two minutes in total. She supposed she'd have to take the initiative here, as was often the case.
"Goodness, dear, don't just stand out there. Please, do come in. I've been expecting you."
The colt blushed so hard the redness on his cheeks superseded the otherwise brilliant pimples taking the spotlight on his face. He swallowed nervously, as he seemed to do everything nervously, and made his way inside.
Rarity held back a grimace as she saw the colt's left hind leg collide with one of her flower-pots just outside the door.
Well, there were bound to be a few casualties now and then.
"Do you want me to shut the door–"
Rarity's horn glowed as she magicked the wooden frame back to closed.
"–behind you? That's quite alright, dear. You're my guest, after all. Please, come in, make yourself at home!"
The colt took the invitation as an excuse to look around awkwardly. Even if he'd just been invited into the house of an outlandishly attractive unicorn mare he would have been sweating bullets – but right now, the only thing he might hope to cling to for a semblance of relatability, his surroundings, was consumed entirely by something he was even less familiar with: fashion.
He eyed one of the hanging shawls by his head like it was a giant spider waiting to pounce.
Rarity allowed herself an eyeroll before walking toward her guest.
"Are you thirsty, dear? Hungry? I'd be happy to prepare you something to eat if you're feeling famished..."
"It's okay," the colt burbled. That could be the only right word for it, as his words sounded as though they'd only manage to reach open air via a treacherous journey through his gut, emerging half-assembled but barely alive as victims of the assault of wave after wave of fried food and ill-advised milkshakes.
Rarity felt one of her hind legs shudder, but she quelled it as quickly as it had come. Now was not the time. Not yet.
"My mom made me spaghetti before I came over," the colt continued.
With sudden amused horror, Rarity noticed that the red stains around the colts mouth she had thought were acne or blush didn't quite blend in with the complexion of either.
Ohhh.
"I see," Rarity managed. She didn't want to tip her hoof this early, but the picture in front of her was even more than what she'd imagined.
"And a drink, then?" she asked, wishing so desperately in the back of her mind that the answer would be 'no'.
"My mom ga' me a thing of Griffonade too."
Rarity blinked at him.
"It's in my fanny-pack," the colt said simply, and gestured to the protrusion wrapped around his waist – a black zippered bag bulging with its ultra-hydrational contents.
That was it. No more waiting.
"Well then! If you're already fully taken care of, then perhaps we should move on to something else you might have an appetite for, hmm?"
The colt swallowed nervously again. Rarity walked towards him like a timber-wolf on the prowl for a lost pony, and his forehead bespoke the anxious anticipation with a fresh waterfall of sweat that coated his skin like a slick, shiny cellophane wrapper.
Rarity paid the colt's nervousness no attention. She'd never get anywhere if she waited for them to be ready. With a firm but assuring touch, she took the colt's left foreleg with her own and pulled him forward, guiding him towards the canopy bed laden with pillows conveniently just several feet away. The pillows were pink and purple, to match the decor perfectly.
"W-wait," the colt stammered.
Rarity granted him a moment's pause, not wanting to ruin the evening with the force of her own insistent anticipation. She had waited this long, after all.
"Yes, dear?" Rarity cooed. She tried to make her eyes as understanding as possible while still maintaining the sultry eyelash waggle that said 'Get over to this bed right now or face the consequences of a very displeased mare.'
"I, uh... I brought you a flower," the colt blurted. He reached towards his fanny-pack with his free hoof and undid the zipper after ten seconds of awkward fumbling, eventually procuring evidence of his statement – a single, flattened flower. It looked like a daisy missing a few petals, on an off day.
"Pffth!"
Rarity stifled her laugh with her free hoof. She turned it into something like an embarrassed cough, and turned her head for a moment before returning to the sight of the pathetic romantic sprout in front of her.
She felt the shiver go through her whole body this time. It was just too perfect.
"Oh, my, that's... lovely. Do you suppose you could, um, put it on the table so I can find some water to put it in later?"
The colt blushed and nodded his affirmation. He turned and laid the sad-looking plant-face on the nearby sewing table, next to the pile of bobby-pins and the makeup kit Rarity had been using moments before.
Rarity waited until the colt had turned around again before she shooed the flower off the table with a quick flash of her horn, too quick for the already distracted colt to notice. It landed deftly in the garbage can, atop a pile of threads and plucked eyelashes.
"Well, of course, now I must find a way to repay you for such an exquisite gift. What a perfect gentleman you are."
The colt blushed harder. Rarity could see the redness of his cheeks creeping up into his forehead, which was still partly concealed by his poorly trimmed bangs.
"Aww, shucks," he said in a voice like a dopey bowl of undercooked oatmeal.
"Come now. Let's get you on to this luxurious pillow-arrangement so I can decide in what way I can best show my gratitude for your wonderful gesture." Rarity punctuated her sentence with a tug on the colt's leg, yanking him towards the makeshift bed with more force than he'd been expecting.
"Wait," he said again. This time Rarity didn't heed his objection, simply poising him at the edge of the bed, a final shove away from a collapse into the gilded throw-pillows.
"Don't you wanna know my name?" he asked, shaken up from the sudden loss of orientation that came with Rarity's tug?
"Hmmm?" Rarity barely batted an eyelash before shoving the colt forward, plunging him acne-ridden-face-first into a pile of girly blankets and poof pink upholstery.
"It's Truffles," the colt managed to burble before he was drowned momentary in the sea of decorative bedding.
"Mhm, of course it is dear. Chubbles is a very lovely name."
The colt with the mis-pronounced name pulled his head out of the bubble of pink heart-shaped head-rests that had surrounded him.
"Actually, it's–"
The colt lost his words as Rarity pounced on him. She landed just above the colt, holding herself above his significantly pudgy belly with a full extension of her forelegs. The colt was so pudgy she could feel his chub rubbing against her perfectly taut stomach. He was so big and bulgy she could sink into his gut unless she sucked in her own nonexistent flab and continued her evening partially deprived of air.
This time, the shiver was accompanied by the tiniest drip of liquid down one of her hind legs.
Too perfect.
Rarity paused a moment before pursuing the delicacy in front of her. She took in every inch of the colt's body with her eyes, drinking his sweaty, unwashed looking skin like a fine wine for her visual palette.
In fact–
"Did you bathe before arriving, dear? Within recent memory, in any case?"
The colt tilted his head to either side in an effort to avoid what Rarity could already recognize was a stammered apology.
"N-no," he managed, trying to star as obviously as he could away from Rarity's body, but still letting through very obvious eyefuls of the bits of her that he could make out. "My mom said I p-probly should, but I didn't really have the time..."
"Your mother seems to have been very keen on what you were up to this evening. You didn't happen to tell her what you were doing, did you?" As she spoke, Rarity raised one of her hooves and held it over the colt's side, tracing the touch of her hoof in the air over the pudgy folds of skin she wasn't quite touching. She could feel the shudders course through the air regardless of any real touch.
"Y-yes," Truffles bumbled again. His eyes were so wide they may as well have been vestiges of a nearby royal address – instead, his gaze was locked firmly on Rarity's not-quite-there hoof, now doing circles around his belly button that was just inches away from Rarity's own belly.
"You did?" Rarity clicked her tongue, disappointed. "You do recall there was a very definite specification about telling anypony about your visit tonight–"
"–She didn't believe me!" Truffles blurted. At this point, he would have said anything to backpedal away from what looked to be a mounting hill of Rarity's regret of the encounter, but he was telling the truth. His mom had been very certain he was just going to the comic shop after hours to play Friendship: the Harmoning with his friends.
"Is that so?" Rarity stopped her ethereal caress of Truffles' pudgy belly, holding her hoof a feather's width away from one of the many rolls of his chubby tub of buttery-pony-stomach.
"It is!" Truffles blurted out again. He was squirming with his whole body's insistence, not sure if he wanted to thrash himself towards Rarity's touch or away. "She said I should at least try to eat before I saw my friends so I wouldn't take up too much of their food like I always do... she said no girl pony would ever want to spend time with me."
Rarity's brain yelled at her in a combination between giddy glee and earnest empathy. Of course, she could understand how no sane pony would expect somepony like her to spend time with somepony like him – but that was besides the point.
Besides which, any more time spent going over the details was less time spent getting what wanted in the first place.
"Oh, goodness. Dear, clearly you can see that's not true. You have a lovely well-kept mare wanting to spend time with you right now, don't you?"
As she spoke, Rarity lowered her hoof the final precipitous inch, and pressed it against Truffles' belly, rubbing it in circles over his engorged pouch of flab.
"Auuuooooh..." Truffles groaned with a sound not easily placed on the spectrum of reactions. For a moment, Rarity wondered if a squirrel had collided with the window and cried out to her in its final moments of distress.
But, Truffle had closed his eyes, and was bobbing his body back and forth against Rarity's touch, his pudgy stomach jostling like a water-balloon full of nacho cheese as Rarity rubbed it.
Rarity could barely keep herself held up. Her hind legs were quivering furiously.
Time to get down to business then.
"So, such a proper gentleman shows up to a lady's house in tow, but doesn't have the time to clean himself properly. So nice, but so naughty..." Rarity pulled her hoof away as she spoke, and used both her forelegs to lower herself, sliding up and over Truffles' body like a snake with an eye on its next mouthful of dinner.
Truffles was too distracted by the lingering sensation of Rarity's delicate womanly caress on his stomach to notice its absence – but he did notice when he felt Rarity's body-heat between his hind legs, her hooves on either of his thighs.
Baring her restraint mind no further, Rarity caught sight of her prize; the unkempt item of underwhelming virility inches away from her snout. She acted before her would-be-suitor had a chance to react. With only a pause to exhale, Rarity tilted her head forward and took in the single deepest breath she could muster.
At once, her nose was awash with the scent of unwashed colt. Unshaven colt. Pudgy, greasy, untouched but for his own cum-stained hooves, virginal desperate colt.
Rarity moaned as the smell buried her senses. She felt the trickle of liquid grow as it crept down her legs, making what she was sure was a significant sized puddle on the floor at the edge of the bed, or at least several of the pillows.
There was always cleaning to do afterwards anyway.
Truffles did notice the sudden series of sounds, and alongside them the very concrete realization that Rarity was between his legs, sniffing his musk like a pony taking in a whiff of a fresh baked apple-pie at sugar cube corner.
He'd heard enough stories to know that noise meant she had enjoyed it, somehow – but still made him feel embarrassed. He hadn't showered in weeks, and now Rarity was practically burying her face in his taint–
"Ack!"
Just like that, Truffles felt the softness of Rarity's fur against his skin as she buried her face in his taint. Rarity planted her nose just below Truffles' sack, and sniffed deeply again, savouring every molecule of the disgusting ball-sweat she could ingest.
Frantically, Truffles struggled to clench his hind-legs shut, wanting no more of Rarity's attention while he felt like a garbage-pile on display.
Rarity noticed the pressure on either side of her head, and withdrew herself out of courtesy.
The very tip of her nose was damp with a patch of particularly dank sweat she had managed to bury her face in. Her eyes were half-glazed over, like a pony coming down from a very strong trip on something.
"Dear," she started dreamily, "is something the matter?"
"You... y-you're... I haven't... why are you...":
"Did something bother you about the way I was enjoying your body?" Rarity rocked her body subtly back and forth as an accompaniment to her question, swaying her hips in barely perceptible inches to-and-fro as she relished the still lingering particles of unwashed musk in the back of her sinuses.
"Y-yes– I mean, no... but you..." Truffles stammered as he struggled to explain the problem he had with a beautiful mare wanting to deeply inhale any part of him.
Rarity could feel the argument yearning for flight, and had already mounted the anti-pegasus artillery to quell it before it could take off.
"My dear. While I must say I admire your modesty"–Rarity ran one of her hooves idly over Truffles' left leg, and was rewarded with a nervous shiver–"I must point out that if somepony wants to admire the beauty, or the handsomeness of your wonderful body, you are doing yourself no favours by preventing them from doing so."
She'd had to choke back a laugh at 'beautyl', but her face hadn't cracked once. Those acting classes had more than paid for themselves.
"I g-guess so..." Truffles murmured nervously, betraying his possible protest with the shudders his body was giving in response to Rarity's soft caress against his leg.
"Of course you do. Now, simply lie back and let Rarity reward her gentlepony suitor for his chivalry and handsomeness."
She would have had to choke back a laugh there too, but something more immediate presented itself as a potential choking-aid.
Truffles spread his legs as Rarity prodded his other side gently, and she was once again rewarded with the sight of the overweight colt's 'majesty'.
Rarity couldn't tell if he was hard. She felt like she'd seen bigger things in her collection of sewing needles.
Well, no matter. That wasn't the point of her fun anyway.
Rarity again moved too fast for a response. Just like that, where her snout had been underneath the colt's sweaty, unshaven sack, now her mouth was on his equally unwashed stallionhood. Well... that word might be a bit of an embellishment.
If the scent had been heavenly, the taste of his member was other-worldly.
Rarity couldn't help herself. She let out a long, desperate moan onto the diminutive piece of meat between her lips, and was answered back by a distressed sounding something from above her head.
Wiggles, or whatever his name was, could content himself with his dying squirrel noises. Rarity was where she had wanted to be all night.
Taking the whole length of the thing inside her mouth was no challenge, so Rarity took time savouring every inch of it with her tongue; what felt like all two of them. To her great relief, her attention seemed to be provoking at least some sort of response, and she felt the base of the shaft against her bottom lip stiffen slightly as she continued to lap all around the head and 'length' of the morsel in her mouth to be devoured.
Truffles seemed almost paralyzed by uncertainty. His hooves flailed about beside his body like flippers on a beached whale as his cock was washed over fully by the warmth of Rarity's delicate tonguing. Nothing he'd dreamed of had ever felt this good – even the time he'd shoved a warm washcloth in the springs of his mattress and thrashed furiously against his bed-springs with a picture of Spitfire taped to his headboard.
He'd gotten himself off three times before he arrived, but he could already feel the worrying boil of his climax's proximity brewing in his balls.
He tried to put it out of mind as best as possible, but Rarity made paying attention to anything else a literal impossibility.
Where she had started the blowjob enthusiastically, Rarity continued with more vigor than someone who sucked dick as their life's employment. Her tongue swirled around the still slowly hardening several inches of cock between her lips, and she took every opportunity to press her face as far forward as she could, sniffing deeply at the unkempt pubic hair planted under her nose, and moaning like a filthy slut every time she did so.
Truffles' eyes were occupied elsewhere, but if he'd been paying attention, he would have noticed Rarity's hoof between her legs, rubbing frantically at her now copiously dripping slit, spilling her own helping of pungently scented body-fragrance all over the floor of her house.
Rarity spared her guest no attention. As she consumed every inch of his cock with her most talented orifice, her free hoof busied itself with the accessories, prodding and caressing the surprisingly sizable set of nuts hanging below like a an extra prize to be cared for. She rubbed them. Squeezed them. As she felt her hoof dampen with anxious and eager perspiration, she raised it occasionally to her nose, taking one of her opportunities to breath in to consume another nose-ful of vaguely-spaghetti scented body-sweat.
She couldn't say she didn't care about her guest, but she was already close.
Truffles couldn't have cared if he wanted to. This felt a thousand times better than his hoof; a million times. The progression from 'arousal' to 'climax' had been so sudden his brain could barely keep up with his body's direction. It had been telling him he was close for what felt like ages, and only now was the rest of him catching up. He could feel the preliminary stirring in his testicles, and the part of his brain that normally lead him to muffles gurgles into his orange-stained pillowcase was readying him for the squirrel-death cry to end all orgasms.
If Rarity had been a less observant lady, she would have missed it.
She could have cum like this, of course. She could have cum ages ago. But, she didn't want that. She wanted it to be perfect.
"Ah ah ah!" she cautioned, pulling her mouth back and leaving a sticky strand of saliva between the several-inch standing cock in front of her and her lower jaw. The trickle of spit lowered between her mouth and Truffles' member like a descending tight-rope, waiting for the delivery of its final performer.
"A lady s-should be afforded the courtesy of a gift bearing in mind her d-direction," Rarity instructed through half-panted breaths. Not once did her hoof stop between her legs.
Truffles looked as though someone had shot his favorite teddy-bear. So close, he had been so close and then Rarity's touch had disappeared–
Rarity didn't allow the time for reconciliation. She grabbed one of Truffles' hooves and yanked him upright, impressing even herself with the strength required to haul the half-ton of pudgy pony-batter onto his haunches.
"Just take over for a moment, dear," she asked breathlessly. "I promise you'll enjoy yourself."
Knowing that such a simple direction wouldn't be sufficient, Rarity took the hoof still held in her own and forced it towards Truffles' penis, still dripping with the left-overs of Rarity's enthusiastic oral attention.
Part of Truffles objected to the idea of finishing himself off, but that part was quickly buried by the million voices of dissent assuring him that if he was in any way to slight the pony who had given him wet-dream material for years to come that they would be very, very upset at him.
Still, somewhat reluctantly, Truffles rubbed one of his hooves along the side of his ready-to-burst cock.
That was all it took. Rarity could see the shiver ripple through the colt's waves of fat like an earthquake tremor announcing his climax.
She lowered her face and opened her mouth, letting her tongue hang out like a hungry dog.
No matter how many times they beat off before they arrived, they always managed more than she expected.
But, it was worth noting that volume and velocity were not the same thing.
"Nnnnghhh..."
Truffles came with a noise like a squashed bullfrog. Rarity felt the first spray of his cum on her nose as it dribbled down the tip of the miniature cock hanging inches away from her, and she pressed her face forward to try and catch every drop of it. Her hoof blurred between her legs as the first strand trickled over her face like a syrupy fondue over ivory white chocolate.
True to her expectations, Truffles was no slouch when it came to the size of his load, just as he was no slouch in his size somewhere not quite as relevant. The second spurt came just as lazily as the first, but Rarity let it wash over her forehead like it was a trickle of golden catering sauce. Her hoof din't stop, but her body jittered with the first splash of semen across her face, and both her hind legs began to shake. She could feel it, any second, just one more–
To her absolute glee, Truffles surprised her with a sudden burst. The streak of off-white salty liquid hit her in the eye, her right one, which she had kept barely open in an effort to keep just enough of Truffle's leaking member visible for her satisfaction. In a response that overwhelmed even her understanding of her erotic sensibilities, the moment the stinging sensation washed across her iris, she came. She came with a spray of her own arousal all over whatever her haunches had maneuvered over, soaking the floor of the boutique or the tower of throw pillows or something entirely different. She didn't care. She came furiously, sliding her hoof back and forth on her clit so hard it threatened to cry out in protest – but she paid it no mind. She came.
Truffles let his fourth and fifth dribbles go on Rarity's chin, and she lapped at them with her tongue as she moaned, almost silently, collecting as much of the funky pungent goo as she could. She devoured it like every drop was one to be savoured, and licked along her cheeks and chin the bits she couldn't manage to catch on first delivery.
Truffles was no help with any sort of aim. His whole body shook as he fired slow-moving rope after rope of cum onto Rarity's face. As impressed as he was with the size of his own load, his pudgy body did have its limits, and tapered off its payload after the six string. The final, six-and-a-half-th, barely eked its way out of the tip of his cock before it trickled down his own body, disguising itself amongst the forest of pubic hair surrounding it.
Truffles panted as though he was collecting himself from running a marathon. His entire face was flushed, and his whole body dripped with sweat, coating every inch of his coat like he was a buttered turkey ready for preparation.
Rarity, miraculously, composed herself in an instant. She allowed herself a moment of medium-strength breathing before her horn glowed and a rag made itself apparent from beside the bed of fanciful pillows and blankets. She used it to wipe up the strands of semen she hadn't caught, and to dab at her eye, which, despite its accompaniment to her orgasm, was now reminding her how much it hurt to get a shot of cum right in the pupil.
But, when she had finished, she looked barely any worse for wear aside from a strange red-highlight to her right eye.
She stood up curtly, and to Truffles' surprise, pulled him with her. Truffles barely felt like he could sit, let alone stand, and he struggled to keep himself upright on his suddenly necessary four legs as Rarity yanked him off the bed and pushed him onto his feet.
"Well, that was simply lovely dear," Rarity said, tidying the spread of pillows and blankets with a glow of magic. She walked forward as she spoke, positioning herself behind the circular mass of pudgy-pony in front of her and nudging him towards the door.
"It, uh... it was?"
Truffles struggled to form the sentence through the haze of the strongest orgasm he'd ever felt. He couldn't decide which was more believable – the fact that he'd just painted the face of the sexiest unicorn he'd ever imagined meeting with his cum, or the fact that she was shoving him towards the door without so much as a–
"–I suppose this is goodbye then. Do drop us a line if you're in the mood for another evening together, hmm?"
Truffles blinked. He was standing on the other side of the door, just like that. He hadn't even heard it open.
"But I–"
"Oh yes, and do be sure to remember our discussion about tonight. Keep it a secret from everypony, lest they become jealous, hmm?"
"You–"
"Ta!"
Rarity slammed the door shut with a blue glow. The lock slid into place shortly thereafter.
Well then.
That had been everything she hoped for. It was one thing to solicit the attentions of a desperate, inexperienced colt, in the hopes that he might be unhygienic, unkempt, uncultured, and all-together a complete mess– but it was an entirely different thing to have it happen, just like that. Just the thought of bathing her beautiful, perfectly groomed face and mane in that disgusting pudding-pop's stinky, revolting semen–
Knock knock.
Rarity pulled her hoof from between her legs just as the sound of the first knock rang out. Perplexed, but not entirely put out, she cast a glance sideways to the clock to check the time.
More than half an hour this time.
Well, that was fine. She was prepared for her next visitor early, in any case. She had gotten use to it by now.
They always came early, after all.
