The fun in this chapter happens in a dressing room.
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The fun in this chapter happens in a dressing room.
You're new in town.
A town called Pon-eye-ville.
It's actually spelled Ponyville, but you're foreign. It's the accent, really.
It's a quaint town. A quiet town. A little town. Much different than the cities you're used to living in. Manehatten, Baltimare, Stalliongrad, Vanhoover...well ok, Vanhoover doesn't really count since it's a city made up of practically three buildings. Your manager said there was a lot more, but you didn't really spend that much time outside of your photo shoot. You're a model, by the way. A foreign model. With an accent. Got the gist? Good.
So where were we? Ah, yes. You're in Ponyville (which oddly enough seems much bigger on the map than Vanhoover does, but all your squinting didn't really give you the impression that your manager was right. Whatever.)
You're here to have your photos taken with the famous since-retired model, Fluttershy, as part of a charity calendar to raise bits for some...uh...charity, or whatever. In any case because you're so handsome and suave and...foreign sounding...your manager signed you on to be a part of this project.
Since flying into town this morning you and your manager checked into a cozy little inn in preparation for the photo shoot the following day. While waiting for the equipment and makeup ponies and such to arrive from Canterlot (those damn Teamsters and their "schedules") you decided to take a tour of this town (which you swear that it's bigger than Vanhoover according to the map that you have but you don't feel like bringing it up with your manager.) Ever the drama queen, your tan-coated manager, Glamorous, excitedly drags you about the town and shows off all of her old haunts. Apparently she used to live here as a filly, which shows since much of what she remembered has changed. Though, all for the better.
A number of open-air cafes and restaurants and stores are present where there used to be empty fields. The blue-maned unicorn excitedly wonders aloud the different places that she would have shoots, taking mental notes as she usually did. In the mean time you simply followed behind the mare at a deliberate gait, reciprocating a toothy smile to every mare whose attention you caught and relishing the slight pangs of jealousy of the stallions who wish they could be you. You puff your muscular chest out in an easy enough manner. Because it's easy and because your chest is very muscular, you see. The dreamy sighs of mares all around you is like music to your ears. Your very sexy ears.
Crossing a bridge, moving away from the what your manager said was town hall and the center of town, the two of you happen upon a purple, yellow and blue house, the design of its decor along the rounded sides and protruding spire at the top reminds you of a carousel. Your manager knocks on the door to this clownish-sort of house and a pearly white unicorn answers, using her magic. At the sight of Glam the pony squeals in delight and the two embrace in that professional way mares tend to do: pressing their cheeks to one another making that kissy sound.
"Glam, it's been ages!" The blue-eyed pony recalled with her blue eyes opened widely. "And you still look as fabulous as ever!"
"You too, Rarity!" Glamorous replied in much the same way, "You and your unique look!"
The mares laughed at some complicated joke and the white unicorn named Rarity with blue eyes and a purple mane let you and Glam into her circus home. You see her seeing you seeing her seeing you and you smile that she smiles. "My, quite the friend you have, Glam." She remarked with a leading edge in her tone.
Oh, yeah. You're totally going to be doing the sex with this pony.
Rarity flips her curled locks of purple mane with her hoof, making her look more presentable. Glamorous chortled a bit, saying, "He's my client." Introducing you to her, Rarity lets out a titter as you take her smaller hoof in yours and you lean to peck it with your super sexy foreign lips of yours.
You express your pleasure at meeting her in that sexy foreign accent of yours and she titters again. "The pleasure is all mine, darling." With a great show of hesitation she removes her hoof from yours and stands normally once more.
With that, Glam explains the purpose of your being here in town. For a photo shoot with Fluttershy.
"Really, now? I knew that Fluttershy was involved in a charity event tomorrow, but I had no idea it was a photo shoot! How exciting!"
"You sound like you're a friend of hers, dear!" Glamorous expresses a hint of surprise at hearing the familiar way Rarity mentioned the former-model's name.
"Why of course we're friends, Glam. We go to the spa together all the time!"
"My, I'm so jealous." Glamorous said in her sincere-sounding way.
"Nonsense, Glam. I'm jealous of you! Being such a successful manager to quite the specimen of stallion." Your sexy ears perk up, noticing that someone is talking about you.
"Don't be, dearest." Glamorous countered. "In fact, have I got a proposition for you!" Her interest hooked tightly to those words like a fish hooked to a fishing hook, Rarity's eyes widened in anticipation to the other unicorn's next words. "Why don't you two spend some time together while I meet with the photography team? Do some measurements and make him some clothes to wear for the shoot. What do you say?"
Rarity smiled from hearing this offer. "Really?" She looked over to you for a moment, her eyes moving across you because you're so sexy. "That sounds like a wonderful idea, Glam. I'll take you up on your offer."
"Thanks ever so much, Rarity. He's quite the hoof-full to deal with, if you know what I mean." You ignore that comment because you know you aren't really that difficult to deal with and Glamorous leaves you with Rarity in the strange tent-shaped house.
"Why don't we get started immediately, hmm?" Rarity practically purred as she moved to quickly to your sizable muscular forearms and lightly drags her hoof along your leg. Hooking her demure hoof around your rippling features, you follow her toward the tables where all manners of fabrics and stuff are. With her magic she takes a measuring tape and begins to make note of your dimensions. The tape wraps firms around you time after time and she brings herself closer and closer to you as every part of you is slowly measured. "Well..." she purred like a cat (but not literally because that would be weird) and walked behind you. The tape is latched around the back of your neck and she effectively tug you after her as she leads the both of you toward the dressing room. Moving past the swinging doors she stops until both of you are ensconced secretly without anypony knowing you were in there. "...there's just one more part to measure..."
You nod and voice your agreement, waiting for her to continue. After a moment of silence Rarity cleared her throat and waited a few seconds more before continuing. "I'm...I'm trying to make a sexual advance on you, dear."
Oh. You ask why she didn't just say that that was what she was doing and she sighs, pressing her hoof against the bridge of her nose and clenching her eyes tight. "Don't get angry Rarity..." she muttered softly to herself. "He's a very handsome stallion. No need to worry about his lack of sense...just think about how long it's been...and that accent of his!"
Smiling, you thank her for complimenting your handsomeness in that very foreign accent of yours, dripping in thick amounts of suave confidence. With a shuddered breath she looks up at you since you're so much bigger than she is and her brows cringe slightly. You're just about to wonder if she's a "screamer" when Rarity speaks up.
"...you know what? I seem to have acquired a migraine of sorts...perhaps we could do this another time, dear."
Offering your sincerest concern you tell her how good you are at massaging...with your penis.
She looks away, brows scrunched low (probably because of how hot you've just made her feel) and Rarity turns back to you and smiles politely. "No, no...no...no...that shan't be necessary at all. I'd rather not. In fact I fear that my migraine may have gotten even worse, now." Without warning she starts pushing you out of the dressing room and into the brighter lighting of her home through which the large bay windows allow. "I have all the measurements I need, dear. Thank you oh so muchfor your cooperation. I'll bring Glam the designs tomorrow before the shoot, so don't worry about coming back. Ever."
Rarity proves to have a surprising amount of strength, even without her magic, as she finally pushes you out of the front door. "It's been...nice meeting you." She says and the door closes in your face.
Hoping that her migraine clears up soon, you turn and leave to find Glamorous.