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“There we are. Now, hold your arms out to your sides, please?” Rarity levitates a roll of measuring tape to your shoulders as you extend your arms towards the walls of her boutique. The a magical hum sounds behind you as the tape unfurls to reach the span of your arm length. Rarity mutters to herself and scribbles your measurements down on her notepad. “Good. Now keep your body straight for me. There we are. Now just your waist, and… done!” The tape loses its glow and falls to the floor as you release the tension in your abs. The blue maned unicorn trots to her desk to finish jotting down a few numbers, before she pushes them to the side and floats a new stack of papers her way.

“Thank you so much for allowing me to do this.” She says to you. “I’ve spent most of my life designing all sorts of garments for ponies. Mostly dresses of course, but I also design suits occasionally for colts; or for mares that aren’t as comfortable in dresses. But in my entire career as a designer, I’ve never come across a chance to design something for the human form. As soon as I saw you, I knew I had to put myself to that sort of challenge!” You ask her why she’s so excited to design clothing for humans, since yours was the only recorded appearance in Equestrian history from what Twilight had told you. “Oh, it’s not just humans, dear. If I prove that I can design something for a creature I’ve never encountered before, I’ll have opened myself to all sorts of new business. Why just think about it: Carousel Boutique, the one-stop shop for all creatures in need of a new addition to their wardrobe. Ponies, mules, griffons, nothing is out of range for the mistress of fashion, Miss Rarity!” You chuckle and ask if she’d be able to design anything for dragons. “Well, unless it’s for little Spikey-Wikey, I’d suppose not. Then again, I highly doubt a ferocious dragon would ever come waltzing into Ponyville in need of a suit or dress. Wouldn’t that just be the living end?” The both of you share a heartfelt laugh at the idea, before she begins sketching something for the suit she has in mind. “There we are! Have a look darling. Isn’t it just to die for?”

You take a look at what she’d put together for you. You see a drawing that looks like it would be perfect to fit your form. However, there’s quite more than just a top and bottom drawn on the parchment. The shoes are long and pointed, and there’s a top hat that looks like something out of a children’s movie. That and the entire upper body is covered in what appear to be extravagant peacock feathers. You look up at Rarity, who’s wearing a look of pride, then back down to the flashy design. Returning your sight to her again, you force yourself to offer an encouraging smile.

Rarity’s look of joy fades and turns to one of disappointment. “You don’t like it, do you?” You lie and tell her that it’s beautiful. “Don’t try to fool me, I know that face. I saw it when I designed the dresses for my friends for the Grand Galloping Gala.” You apologize to her, saying that it just seems a bit too… busy for what you had in mind. “No, I understand. The girls were mistaken in putting too much of what they wanted in place of what I had designed, but I suppose since this is the first design I’ve ever made for a human, you’d be a bit more knowledgeable about it than I. Just tell me what you don’t like, and I’ll see if I can work with it.”

You smile politely and stand next to her as you gesture towards the sketch. You tell her that the form is perfect, but you don’t want any feathers on it. The tips of the shoes need to be shorter, and more rounded. And you’re not really a fan of top hats. “So, you just want something plain and ordinary?” You confirm what she’s said with a nod. “Between you and Twilight, I swear; am I the only one with an appreciation for anything showy these days?” She shakes her head in disappointment. “Well, I suppose it’s for the best. I should start off with something simple to practice. Now let me get some materials for you to choose from.” Rarity hurries her way over to a large chest, and opens the top to take a look inside. “Let’s see, where on earth is the worsted? Please don’t tell me it’s at the bottom.” Making a noise of aggravation, Rarity rears herself up on her hindlegs and dips her upper body in to try and find the fabric she’s looking for. As she searches, you scan around her workshop. The entire place is quite a mess. Though it’s all clean as can be, there are rolls of fabric draped across the floor, yarn unspooled and hanging from countertops, and shoes, seemingly dozens of shoes scattered about the place. You wonder how she can even find anything in this place.

Your eyes come back to Rarity, who’s dipped herself even lower into the chest. She’s so far in the only thing you can even see of her is her rump, white as powdery fresh snow, moving back and forth in front of you. You avert your eyes from her, knowing how impolite it is to stare at that. You instead decide to look at her hooves; nothing wrong with looking at a pony’s hooves. But while you look, you notice that there’s a mirror laying up right underneath her. It’s in perfect position to show off her…You gulp as you take an eyeful of what’s being reflected at you. You can just barely see it, but it’s more than enough. You can’t believe you’re getting an eyeful of her marehood right now. It’s so beautiful, and so fair, just as she is. You know it’s wrong, but you just can’t help yourself.

“Ah, it would have fallen to the bottom, wouldn’t it? Now then, let’s have you take a look so you can decide what you’d…?” She looks back and notices you staring intently at something. She follows your gaze and sees the mirror right underneath her, as well as what’s being reflected. “Waah!” She hastily kicks the mirror across the floor and places a hoof in between her hindlegs to her shield herself from you. “How dare you!”

You wince and slap your hands in front of your face as she scolds you. Idiot! How long did you think you could keep looking before she noticed? And she’s not even human. Why are you looking at her like that in the first place? As you’re mentally cursing yourself, Rarity’s face turns to anger as she approaches you. “I don’t know who you think you are, being treated as a guest in MY boutique, when I’m designing something for YOU, free of charge I might add! But all you want is an eyeful of what’s in between my hindlegs? Why I’ve never been so insulted in all of my life!” As she’s finally in front of you, she tilts her head to look up at your face. Though she reaches barely above your thigh, you feel so much smaller than her right now. What you wouldn’t give to just disappear and go back home right now. “And you don’t just insult this unicorn and walk away. Oh no; no sir!” You feel a warm energy encircle your head, before it’s violently pulled down towards the ground. Now your eyes are level with Rarity’s face, her horn glowing as she’s holding you in front of her. “You… need to be punished.” Before you can react, she releases her magical hold on you and lets your head drop to the ground rather hard. You lay there a moment, trying to shake off the painful sensation in your chin. You notice that she’s magically opened a drawer from her dresser, levitating a small key towards a chest that was previously covered in a large cloth. She unlocks the chest, and begins to chortle as she levitates the inner contents. You see floating in the air a black harness, the sides of it adorned in sparkling emeralds. Rarity’s eyes flash with excitement as she levitates even more things from inside.

“If I’m not mistaken, didn’t you mention that in your home world that equines are used for farm work? That they’re ridden by the humans that own them?” You pick yourself off the floor a moment and nod your head, before she magically pins you back down. “Well, I certainly would love to know what that’s like.” You raise an eyebrow at her in confusion. “What? Did you think this saddle was for me? Oh, the nerve! You think that you’re of any worth to ride Miss Rarity? Don’t make me laugh. The saddle is for you, darling.” As she sneers at you, she flicks her hair back to light her horn up once again. This time out of the chest floats four leather boots, with a matching frilly corset to go with them. “Now these little things… these are for me.”

You’re officially freaked out. You can’t believe such a classy pony as herself would be into this sort of thing. You’re so stunned; you barely even notice the ends of your shirt being pulled up, until it forces your arms out and pulls your upper body out so that you’re splayed out on the floor. With your top gone, the leather harness finds itself upon your back, and fastened tightly around your chest. After you’ve been situated, Rarity floats her boots onto her hooves with grace and zips them up promptly. She reaches her forelegs up into the air allowing you to gaze at her stomach (and her lovely pair of breasts pushed together so nicely) so that her corset can slip itself over her. Once it’s in position, she grunts in discomfort as she pulls the lacing out, tightening the garment around her body. Now that it’s nice and snug around her, her buttocks seem a bit more prominent than before. She looks down on you and shakes her rump a bit to tease you, before she trots over to your side. “Now that we’re properly dressed for the occasion, it’s time for me to set some ground rules: You are to address me as Mistress Rarity. And you are to do everything that I tell you. If you do anything that I’ve not permitted, you’re going to find this whole thing more painful than it needs to be.” She pulls herself onto your back, digging her hips into the saddle as she floats a long thin riding crop in front of you just long enough to see it, until it slips to the side and out of your vision, making your body shake in anxiety. “Well then… giddy up!”

You feel a piercing hot sting across your backside, so painful that your instincts tell you to run. You cry out and bolt forward as fast as your hands and knees can allow you, which in truth isn’t very fast. Your eyes begin to water as you crawl forward, and hear Rarity’s delightful giggles. “Faster! I know you can go faster than this, you little whelp. Hya!” She smacks your behind repeatedly, making you increase your speed to try in vain to escape the pain. “How does it feel? Do you feel pained? Humiliated? How do you think they feel, hm? Just because they don’t talk means they don’t feel the same way? Is that what you think?” You can’t find the words to respond to her. You just keep crawling around her room as fast as you can. You’re not sure what else you can do.

“Whoa!” she pulls back on your hair, urging you to stop. Your palms and knees feel like they’re on fire from all of that crawling. You feel the unicorn’s weight lifted off of you as she climbs down and walks in front of your vision. She gently pats your head as she stares at you. “Well done. In fact, I daresay you’ve earned yourself a bit of a drink.” She reaches a foreleg up to her chest and slides it down her belly, down to her nether regions. As you see her leg move about, she closes her eyes and grins, while her ears twitch a bit. After a few seconds, she pulls her hoof out and holds it up to you. You can see that it’s now covered in a filmy thin liquid. “Drink up.” She urges, pushing it to your lips firmly. You’re hesitant at first, but you slowly begin to lick up what’s there. It tastes sweet, you think to yourself. Like vanilla crème. Oh, you could lap this up for hours if you were given the chance. You feel your pants tighten as you savor the taste of her sweet fluids. As your licks become more rapid, she lowers her hoof and flips you over onto your back.

“Phew! Serving your punishment has made me quite tired. I could use a seat.” You feel the weight of her hooves crawling onto your chest little by little. You look up to see her bottom right above you, as she looks back at you over her shoulders and smiles. “And your face looks oh so comfortable.” Your jaw tightens up as you slowly see her rump lowering itself towards your vision. You know that you could overpower her if you had to, but your body is just too rigid to move. Her white round cheeks make gentle contact with your face, rubbing up against you a moment, before she firmly plants her rear onto you. Any shroud of light has been snuffed out from you as she takes a seat upon your face. You feel her wriggle from side to side as she makes herself comfortable upon you. “Ah…” you hear her sigh in joy. “Oh my, that feels nice.” Despite that it’s somewhat difficult for you to breathe; you have to admit that her soft pony cheeks feel nice against your face. And the smell isn’t too bad either; the fragrance of flowers fills your nostrils as you struggle to breathe.

“Oh, what’s this?” you hear her say. You feel something poke your rock hard shaft constricted by your jeans rather delicately. “My my, looks like something’s a bit cramped up in there.” She’s not kidding. You feel like it’s going to snap in half from how hard she’s getting you. “I suppose I could let it out, if I felt like it…” Your cries for freedom are muffled by the weight of Rarity’s rump against your face. “I’m sorry dear, what was that?” She lifts her cheeks off of you a moment so you can draw in a proper breath, followed by your begging for her to let it out. “Oh, why not? I’m feeling rather generous right now.” She plants her bottom against your face once again. You hear the sound of your pants being unzipped, and feel them dragged off of your legs, followed by your underwear. You then hear Rarity gasp and then giggle to herself. “That’s it? I’m quite disappointed, darling. Why I don’t think you’re even as big as some of the grade school colts.” You feel your rod throb a bit as she insults you. She then begins to poke it rather lazily with one of her hooves. “Why, I don’t even know if I can do anything with this… ah well.”

You reach your hands up to grasp the sides of Rarity’s flank as she pushes into you a bit. Your sudden touch elicits a gasp from her. “What do you think you’re doing?” she scolds. “I did not give you permission for that!” you feel the sting of the riding crop across your knuckles. It hurts terribly, but you can’t help but keep your hand there. Your tongue finds some room to inch its way to what’s hopefully the edge of Rarity’s marehood. “Ooh!” she moans a bit, and ceases from striking your hands. “That’s rather nice. I suppose I could allow this…” You hear her voice make soothing sounds of enjoyment as she inches her backside off of your face slightly, allowing you more access to the center of her lips. Her passionate cooing sends spasms of pleasure through your shaft as you drill into her.

“No, no…” you hear Rarity say as she moves herself into your mouth. “Don’t you dare! You’d better not!”

You try as hard as you can, but it’s all in vain; you feel one last surge course through your throbbing rod, before it finally releases the load it’s been storing up. You feel it shower slightly over your thighs, before Rarity stops moving and the room is filled with a deadly silence. What follows next is a scream so shrill that there’s no doubt that anypony outside within half a mile could have heard it.

“It’s all over my hair!!” She screams out. Her rump hastily lifts itself off of you before she turns around and smacks you rather hard with her hoof. “Look at this! Look at what you did!” You shamefully take a look at her and confirm the damage you’ve done; her spectacular mane is now covered in your seed. There might be some on her face as well, but if there is, it blends rather well with her white coat. “I can’t believe this!” She lunges forward and kisses you so intensely that it hurts your lips. She breaks the kiss and stares at you, a mix of anger, sadness, and lust apparent in her eyes. “I can’t believe you’d just release so soon, and right when I was just getting into it!” She looks as if she’s about to cry. You reach out to try and comfort her, but she slaps your hand away. “No no no, we are NOT finished. Not yet.” She rears herself back and stretches her upper body out, letting you take a good look at her soft belly, as well as her lovely round breasts right above her dripping lower lips. “Get a good eyeful, darling. Doesn’t it turn you on? Don’t you just love this little pony’s marvelous body?”

Good lord, you really do. You hate to admit it, but this is probably the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen; more beautiful than any human could ever hope to strive for. She reaches out for your hand and pulls it towards her left breast, so you can get a good feel for it. “Mm, that’s right. Just take a nice grasp of it. Doesn’t it feel good? So nice and soft against those palms of yours?”

You feel your mouth hang open as you feel her up. She flashes her eyelashes towards you, knowing that you’re like putty in her hooves. You see her eyes scan down your body and light up with excitement. “Ah, that’s what I want to see.” She pushes you onto your back, and straddles her hips over your once again hard member. She slowly eases herself down, letting it slip inside of her as delicately as possible, making the softest of moans all the way down. “Mm, mn, unf, ooh, uhhh- ah!” She finally finds her lips pressed up against the bottom of your shaft. “Not as deep as I’d want it, but… I suppose it’ll have to do.” She begins to raise herself up, stopping just before the head of your shaft is visible, and plummets herself down quickly. She begins to moan in rhythm to her movements, while you lay there with your arms out over your head. She’s taken full control of you, and you absolutely love it. She takes a look at your face with a devilish smile of her own.

“Are you enjoying this?” she asks. You tell her that you are. “You enjoy when I belittle you, don’t you?” You moan out that you do. “Because you’re worthless, aren’t you? Because I’m better than you?” You moan out again your submission to her. “Yes, that’s what I thought! You’re nothing! You’re not even worthy to have ownership of this thing!” She thrusts herself onto your shaft extra forceful this time. “It’s mine. It’s mine to do with as I…I… oh!” Her body seizes up suddenly as she closes her eyes. “Oh my… oh my, oh my, oh my, oh, ohhh!” Her body shudders as you feel her inner walls clench around your member, releasing a shower of slippery wetness over your privates. She lets out a high-pitched squeal as she releases all over you, and then begins to let herself relax. Her eyes are rolled up in her head, as a dazed smile creeps over her face. “Oooh… that was nice.” She suddenly falls forward onto you, and cuddles into your chest rather sweetly. “I love you.” She coos, shutting her eyes and breathing softly onto your bare chest.

You lay there motionless, wide-eyed as you take in everything that just happened. You’re still not really sure how long she’s been going at you like this; minutes, hours, days? Who knows? All that aggression, all that hostility: gone. Now there was only this sweet little white pony, barely awake in your arms with a loving smile on her face. With a look of disbelief still on you, you turn your head to the side towards the door you walked in, and see… oh no.

There in the doorway is Twilight’s assistant, Spike the baby dragon. It’s not a look of hatred, jealousy, or sadness on his face. It’s a look of utter confusion, probably not much different from your own. You’re waiting for him to say something, but all he does is slowly sidestep away from the door, making no noise as he makes his exit away the scene of whatever just happened here.

Eeyup. Not much to say about this one. Not really big into bondage, but I do like the leather clothing, and facesitting is a huge one for me. Let's face it: this is not the weirdest thing you've seen me write. Thanks for reading everyone!