A Night with Rarity
It was a bright, spring morning when I first saw her. I had been strolling around Ponyville's marketplace, when she suddenly passed by me at a slight trot, her soft, wavy, violet mane flowing in the breeze. Her coat was as white as the decadent pillows that you see in lavishly decorated houses, and from the light gently cascading down her body, I suspected her skin to be just as soft. Her eyes were a deep blue, framed by long, angelic lashes. From the waving of her mane to the subtle swish of her tail, her features were of the most perfect proportions that I had ever seen, but her most notable feature that I noticed was her plot. The voluptuous curves of her thighs gently sloped into the crevice of her posterior. Her lower lips were as white as her coat, yet with a slightly pinkish hew that gave her soft flesh a glossy shine in the morning sun.
As I stared at her plot, I became enthralled by her beauty, and was so enamored by her grace that I entered a trance-like state. She noticed my gaze, and first let out a slight gasp, which quickly turned into a gentle smile. As her eyes met mine, my mind swiftly cleared, and I opened my mouth to say something to her, but by the time that I was able to speak, she had already walked away. I tried looking for her in the marketplace and some distance further out, but to no avail. I sighed heavily, and slowly walked home.
I arrived at my house, and threw myself on my bed as soon as I had closed the door. I tossed and turned, thinking of nothing, but that beautiful mare's plot. I could not really understand why, but her plot had such an astounding effect on me, that I desired it with every fiber of my being. I wanted to caress it. I wanted to kiss it. I wanted to lick it. I wanted to do so many things to my love's plot, that I could hardly believe some of the thoughts that came into my mind. Finally, I decided to go back outside for some fresh air.
When I opened the door, I was met by the large grin of a pink pony with hair like cotton candy. "Hi! I'm Pinkie Pie, and I'm throwing a super-duper, extra-special, mega-fun-tastic party tonight," she exclaimed, "and everyone's invited, including you!" She quickly thrust an invitation into my hoof, and before I had a chance to speak, she was already several yards away, running down the street in a flurry of pink. Everyone's invited?, I thought to myself, then that means she'll be there. Thinking of my lovely goddess, I put on my finest suit and tie, and proceeded to go to the address on my invitation.
It was half past eight when I got there. The party was held in the local park, and various, colorful decorations hung from the trees, many of them illuminating the night with their soft light. I did not pay attention to any of the other guests, for my thoughts were still filled with the image of the mare from the marketplace. I looked everywhere, but could find no sign of her being there. Out of nowhere, I heard the most alluring, most refined voice that had ever entered my world. I turned toward the sound, and to my joy, I was glad to find her in my sight. I walked over to her with a gallant stride, and said, "Hello. I believe that we met earlier this morning, and I did not have the opportunity to introduce myself. My name is Anon E. Mas, and what shall I have the pleasure of calling you?" She glanced up at me with a nervous look, obviously influenced by our previous encounter, and replied, "My name is Rarity, and it is certainly a pleasure to meet you, as well." Rarity looked me up and down, but when she caught sight of my suit, she gasped with a look of surprise. "Oh my stars, sir! What are you wearing? I simply cannot stand by, while a gentleman of your etiquette is forced to wear such unbefitting garments. Come with me", she said. She grabbed me by the collar and pulled me along towards the town.
Rarity finally stopped pulling on my collar, and we arrived at the local boutique. "Please come inside, and sit, while I ready my things", she said. "Why have you brought me here, if you don't mind me asking?" "Why, to make you an outfit, of course!" "I couldn't possibly bother you for such a kindness." "Oh, but I insist! Trust me, you'll love what I have for you." I sat in a chair in the main room, waiting for Rarity to come out with the usual tools, like tape measures, pincushions, and other such things, but what greeted me when she came back into the room was far from what I had expected.
She was dressed in black, lacy lingerie, which was, to my particular enjoyment, quite revealing. Seeing the mare of my dreams standing in front of me in such an outfit caught me off guard, and all I could manage to say was, "Miss Rarity, w-what are you doing in such clothes?" "Oh, darling, you were expecting something else? I know that you were staring at my plot this morning with a passion. Do you like my plot, darling?" "Y-yes, Miss Rarity," I nervously exclaimed. "Oh, please, darling", she said, "call me Rarity. As for your answer, I believe such ardent worship deserves some kind of reward, wouldn't you agree?" I passionately nodded my head, and as soon as I agreed, she tipped my chair over, causing me to fall on my back.
Rarity quickly positioned herself over me, her luscious plot hovering over my face. "Now, darling, would you mind helping me? My legs are ever so tired, and I can't work up the strength to use my hooves." I fall into my trance-like state again, and quickly start pleasuring my mistress. I gently start to lick her lower lips, kissing her clit now and again. She lets out several, alluring moans, which drive my passion to the point of being fully aroused. "Oh, my," she said, "Standing at attention already, are we? Well, perhaps I can help you with that." As I continued to orally pleasure her, she leaned over my cock, and slowly wrapped her lovely lips around it. Her mouth felt warm and wet, and her tongue wrapped around me over and over again. As she sucked my cock with great vigor, she forced her plot on to my face, rubbing herself against me. For several minutes, this wave of pleasure washed over us like a flood, causing us to moan out in pure ecstasy. Gradually, we both climaxed, her mouth still around my cock, and my face still in her plot. With each other's cum on our faces, she quickly turned around, and spread her pussy. "Fuck me, darling! Fuck my pussy raw," she exclaimed, and I could do nothing but comply.
I shoved my cock into her pussy with a strong thrust, and I continued to thrust in and out of her. We had sex for hours, with the only thing that could interrupt our moans being her outbursts of pure passion, like, "Oh, yes, darling!", and "Yes, yes, fuck me harder!" Over and over again, I thrust into her with great force, until we could both feel each other starting to climax again. "Rarity, I'm cumming!" "Oh, yes, darling, so am I. Cum inside me! Fill my womb with your hot, sticky seed!" I reached my climax, and I unleashed my pent-up sperm inside her warm, wet pussy as she let out a shout of pleasure. As I pulled out of her, she grabbed hold of me. "Stay here, darling," she said, "Hold me for a while." And so I did, without any care in the world, save for my love for her.
