Rarity gains popularity

Made by a different Anon than from last time

>“Hello? Oh, please do come in, darling.”
>You enter the Carousel Boutique with your package in your hands to greet the proprietor.
>The setting sun peeks through the windows and sets the place in a wash of golden light.
>Your favorite pony in the whole world is sitting in front of the little dress stand, the small platform on which ponies can model their dresses.
>She’s laying on her stomach, which spreads out on both sides underneath her, lifting her hooves far from the ground.
>Her horn is glowing as she levitates a dress across the room and onto a small dress rack.
>Her hair is perfect, her body spotless, save for one area.
>Around her mouth a small, thin, sticky film of sugar spreads with crumbs from various sweets.
>Her eyes widen above a large smile when she see you’re the one who came in.
>”Anonymous! Darling!”
>She spreads her forelegs out for you to come over and hug her, giving you an easy view of the soft, squishy ponygut under her.

>You walk over, setting the tray of cupcakes down on the platform near her.
>Her legs wrap around you when she kisses you, and your own arms can barely touch when they try to wrap around her neck.
>Her large puffy lips smoosh across your face, and her mouth tastes like chocolate.
>”Are those for me, darling? Oh, you shouldn’t have!”
>Her legs release you when she opens the lid to the tray, horn glowing and mouth watering at the same time.
>She somehow manages to roll back onto her fat haunches, to sit up and eat.
>You take this opportunity to walk back to the door and lock it.
>”Mhmmm…” she moans with a bite, lost in the taste of the treat.
>You walk over and lean into her, letting your own weight press your body into her squishy belly.
>Her hoof ruffles your hair.
>”Thank you…so much…darling…for bringing me…these delicious cupcakes!” she whispers between larges bites and licking frosting off her lips.
>You lay you head against her belly. You can listen her body from here.
>You can hear her breathing heavy from starting in on four dozen cupcakes.
>You can hear her when she gulps and fills her belly.
>You can hear her chewing, the sounds of her tongue between her jaws squishing together the food sends shivers down your spine.

>>”Oh Anonymous…” she interrupts between cupcakes, her breath intake pushing you out from her, “I don’t know if I’ll be able to eat all of these, but I hope I can!”
>Her breathing is getting heavier, more labored.
>Her magic is weakening from the effort of eating so much after a long day’s work.
>You let go and walk around behind her, where you remove your clothes.
>”Darling? Is everything-“ she starts
>It takes all your strength, but you manage to roll her forward, back onto her belly.
>”Oh dear, *huff* I don’t think that’s really necessary, deary.”
>It takes both arms to spread her heavy cheeks, but you manage to expose her tight light-grey buttonhole sitting above her long mare pussy.
>”Darling…*huff* Just what are you doing back there?” she asks with a full mouth.
>The sweet smell of her sweaty cheeks pervades your nostrils, and it coats everything between them.
>You slide a couple fingers into her dripping cunt and she lets out a cry.
>”Ah! Anonymous, what in Celestia’s name are you doing?” She’s still eating.
“Do you want me to stop?”
>You slide them up and down its length, brushing your thumb across her small grey sphincter.
>She keeps eating in silence.

>You push open her fat cheeks and press yourself between them, the tip of your rock-hard dick pressing lightly against her anus.
>You didn’t bring any milk, so she can’t hardly speak at this point. She just shakes her head, but keeps eating.
>You relax your arms, laying them across the top of her body, and let her fat press in and around you, the flesh surrounding
>and pushing you into her.
>You hear a squeak from the other side of her enormous body, but if wanted you to stop, she’d be floating you away.
>For a moment your dick doesn’t penetrate her, but the slick sweat of her own asscheeks have made your member slick.
>You let out a sigh when you feel, but not see, your body enter hers. She’s tight, and her insides are just as squishy as her outsides.
>A moan escapes her mouth, but she can do naught but eat and chew and swallow.
>You grip some of her ample love handles and start to withdraw slightly, before letting her fat ass force you back inside.

>Ripples ride her pudge up to her shoulders and down her butt.
>You settle into a slow rhythm as her hole loosens around your dick, relaxing to let you in deeper.
>The Boutique is completely silent, save for her chewing and moaning as you work her asshole with your rod, her body quivering in pleasure, and the flap of her sweaty flesh moving around you.
>Your thrusting stops with one last deep push as you shoot your seed inside her, filling her.
>”Ah..A-Anonymousssss” you hear her whimper. Her asshole tightens around you and her cheeks press together around your body as she feels you coming.
>Her moan and squeeze push you over the top, and you empty your balls inside her like never before, letting out long streams into her waiting, eager, quivering body.
>For a while the two of you relax and catch your breath before you withdraw, going limp while still within her.