Pricey Patches from Patchwork Practitioners (One Shot)

>Day Guimauves in Equestria
>Be Anonymous
>You awake to a glorious day
>The birds are chirping their happy, bird songs
>The sun is shining brightly
>Best of all, Fluttershy will be on vacation for another two weeks
>With renewed hope and the vigor of ten men, you start your day with a squat and shower
>You are leaving the goatee as is
>You put on your finest, and only, suit and straighten out your tie with practiced ease
A: ♫Oh, what a beautiful morning~! Oh, what a beautiful day~!♫
>you slide your green, silken mask over your face quickly
A: Oh, what a beautiful feel... wait a moment...
>A small tear in your face lets your hair poke through
A: My face! My face has been compromised!
>You shout to the heavens knowing what these dreaded implications mean
>Today, you will be visiting -her-
>You make your way to the Carousel Boutique
>You approach the door with extreme caution
>A quick knock and you find a white unicorn appear in an instant
R: Anonymous, darling! What brings you to my humble boutique? Did you want me to make a suit for you? You know you'd never have to be a stranger! I am always open for such interesting designs, such as yourself
>It begins
>The greatest rustling of your life
A: Rarity, if you could be so kind, I have a simple hole in my face and need a very simple patch to fix it... very, very simple
>Rarity looks at you and smiles widely
R: Well, come inside! I insist!
>You do so with great care
>Any moment now and Rarity will be upon you in a desperate attempt to ask you more questions about the exact same thing; where you are from
R: So, let me see your mask and see if we can't make it better
>You slowly pull your face off and hand it to Rarity
>The breeze on your head makes you wary
>You hate being without your true face on!
R: Oh, darling... what a shame! I know how much you -love- this mask. I shall do my best to restore it to its former glory!
A: Thank you... how much will it be?
R: Anonymous~! How could -I-, a pony of infinite generosity, even begin to ask a -friend- like you for bits?
A: Oh, well... that is very kind of...
>She cuts you off with a quick and decisive smile
R: No, something as intimate as this mask of yours would require so much more than petty coins, wouldn't you agree?
>You want to argue this fact, but she is right
>Wicked, cruel and absolutely diabolical... yet right
A: What do you want this time?
R: Oh, nothing too valuable... just a little of your time to help me with my latest ensemble
>You raise an eyebrow at this seemingly harmless request
A: And just that? No more?
R: A lady never takes more than her fair share, Anonymous~!
>You furrow your brow and think carefully
>There is a catch sprinkled into this deal, but you cannot see what it is
>There is always a catch with this one
A: Fine... but, I will not be trotted around in public with a powdered wig this time
>Rarity holds her hoof to her muzzle and laughs as delicately as you please
R: I promise as an artiste that this will be between the two of us and nop0ny else
>You reach your hand out
A: Shake on it...
R: Oh? It almost seems like you do not trust me, Anon... now, why would that be?
>She smiles widely and bares her teeth
>You say nothing
>Rarity is just trying to prolong this conversation
>You step out of her sewing room and head to the waiting area
>She sighs that you won't play her game and proceeds to work
>For thirty or so minutes, you hear continuous clicking and stuttering from Rarity's room
>A silence suddenly takes hold of the shop and you look to the door
>Rarity emerges with a triumphant look on her face
>Your face floats easily in her magic as she canters along
R: Anonymous~! I have completed your mask and it looks simply fantastic, if I do say so myself
>You take hold of your face and feel it between your thumbs
>Silken safety
>It slides onto your head and hugs your neck tightly
>You finally feel like 'you' again
A: Thank you, Rarity... I never thought I'd say this, but you are very kind!
>She smirks
R: I am glad you approve, darling! Now... as for the terms of our little arrangement
>She giggles lightly to herself
R: I have been thinking lately and have decided that I need the opinion of somep0ny completely different on my latest designs
A: Am -I- completely different?
>Rarity chuckles
R: Anonymous, you are the furthest creature from a pony I could think of -and- you have a certain talent for resisting Fluttershy's bashful antics. You are the perfect human for the job!
A: What does resisting Flutterbutt have to do with your boutique?
>She disappears into a nearby room with a chuckle trailing behind her
>You wait a bit, if only because you are a gentleman and hold yourself to a debt
>Rarity reappears wearing a black and white uniform
>It looks not unlike that of a hired maidservant
>The dress is black and rides up on her tail, enough to see a pair of lacey panties when she spins around
>A white apron ties to her front and a small, white hat tops her head
>Black, fishnet hosiery cling to her hind legs and work their way up just past her haunches
>It is now that you have decided Rarity has gone completely mad
R: What do you think, Anonymous~? Or should I say, "Aimez-vous ce que vous voyez?"
>Your ears perk up
A: Did you just speak...
R: ... In French? Why, of course, darling! When I heard -you- speaking it so fluently, I just -had- to hit the books. It's not everyday you meet somep0ny who's so cultured and refined
>She smiles wider still and begins to move towards you
R: I like that... I like that a lot~!
>Her hoof steps are deliberate and her eyes shine with a predator's hunger
A: So... I don't quite understand...
R: You don't need to understand a thing, you clueless hunk...
A: Excusez moi?
R: Oh, yes~, darling! Speak the scintillating language of "amour" to me!
>She closes into pouncing distance
>You knew this was some sort of pony trickery!
A: My language is terrible! It's not even about love! It's just like every other language!
>You try to back away only to feel a wall impeding you
R: Ne sois pas bête, mon chéri! Je vous promets que vous allez aimer ce~!
A: I am not! You are! This is... all of this is becoming very silly!
R: Dites-moi que je suis un poney cochonne!
>She flies through the air in a swift leap and pins your legs
>She crawls up your body as your struggle
>You feel your hands are suddenly bound and her horn glows brightly
>You try to pull them apart, but the position you are in makes it too difficult
R: Now, now, darling... your resistance only makes my magic harder
>You feel your shirt buttons come undone and your tie loosen
A: Rarity! Don't you do this! I swear...
R: No swearing around a lady~, mon chéri
>She glides her minky-like fur up your exposed belly and to your chest
R: Just lay back and relax... you're going to rub your wrists raw if you keep that up. It would be a shame for you to be rubbed raw in -two- places, non?
>You stare up at the mare on your chest and quiver
>You yourself are unsure if this is fear, excitement or some cross of either emotion
>A zipping noise catches your attention as you feel your pants become a little breezy
A: Ne fais pas ça! Je t'en supplie!
>She simply smiles and looks down on you
R: Mendicité déjà? Je n'ai même pas commencé!
>You feel a warm, powerful force take hold of your maleness and drag it from the recess of your pants
>A slow, steady squeezing motion envelopes you perfectly
>Rarity's magic pulsates around you and grows hotter
R: Oh~, I see why Fluttershy wants to date you so badly... humans -do- have some -hidden- talents
>She laughs lightly before pressing her nose against your own
R: Tell me, darling, does it feel good inside? That beating is my heart in every ounce of magic... love making with a unicorn may just drive you mad. Especially as one as skilled as -I-
>She grins and you feel another reflexive wring
>You grit your teeth and try to resist her ministrations
R: Hmm... Anonymous~, it feels so -big- in my magic... I haven't had such a -hot- piece of stallion like this in so long... I do hope you can keep up, darling~!
>She begins to forcefully handle your erection
>Warm, crushing magic slides in every direction on your member
>You twitch and thrust into her as she sits on your stomach
R: Oh~! I can feel it beating so happily... Do you like being on the bottom while a lady strokes your filthy human parts? Tell me you do...
>She giggles with a pound of lust in her voice
R: Tell your -mistress- how much you love it
A: Maîtresse Rarity, J'adore d'être caressé comme ça!
>Your body caves and you feel each pulsing beat of your heart travel south
A: R-Rarity...
R: What is it? Are you going to keep pleading in that -delicious- tone for me? Hmm?
>You look up to your mistress with large, helpless eyes
>The next thing you feel is a wondrous release of burning lust
>It blasts through the magic and splatters on your pants and the floor
>Mostly your pants
R: Y-You came already?! Well, no matter...
>Rarity swabs your spent sex and drops the collected spunk to one side
R: Vous sale, sale humaine~! Who said you could let this go soft?
>You feel her magic softly vibrating around your tired prick
>You groan a little as the new sensation takes you over
R: Now, I'm going to test the resilience of this new fabric. Be a good little human and stay at attention
>With that, Rarity slides her soft body backwards a bit and you feel the incredibly warm fur pin your manhood down
>She slides cruelly on you, making you feel her burning sex pass by multiple times
>Your shaft is throbbing so hard that you are sure you could spill from just this alone
>You have no time to test this theory as Rarity pushes her hips up and causes you to fall snuggly between her butt
>She rubs you up and down for a dozen or so strokes before coming to rest
R: Did you enjoy that? What am I saying? Of -course- you enjoyed my hard work!
A: Arrête de me taquiner, s'il vous plaît, Maîtresse?
>A hoof runs across your face and nestles your cheek
R: I do -so- love how you beg in that adorable accent
>She locks you in her stare
>All you can see is her shining blue eyes as you feel her soft panties push you around
>The fabric is so exquisitely soft and the heat coming from her covered mare parts is smoldering
>It doesn't take long for her rubbing to make her damp and the wetness across the fabric pulls you to and fro
>You want so badly to grab her right now and tackle her to the ground
>You want to push her backwards and tear her clothes apart before claiming her body for yourself
>There is so much you want to do and no way to do it
>C'est la vie!
>While sidetracked with thoughts of the rape kind, Rarity slides off her panties off
R: Hmm, wear after 35 strokes while wet... this fabric may be too delicate. No matter!
>Her magic takes her wet, white panties and moves them to your face
R: Oh, Anonymous~, you beast! Sniffing my filthy lingerie like some based animal!
>She smiles and poses through her words
>You do end up inhaling the scent as you try to breathe
>It's like hot maple syrup sitting on a porcelain dish
>Your head grows fuzzy from the overwhelming smell and you feel your sex throbbing widely
>You feel a soft, plump sex brushing against the tip of your rod in agonizingly slow circles
R: Mhm... so close, non? Say something that I like and I -might- just give you a sample of paradise
>She beams down at you
>You simply cannot take anymore of this
A: J'ai besoin de ça! J'ai besoin de toi! M'utiliser à votre convenance, Maîtresse!
>You see Rarity shiver and her lips curl
R: Oh, yes~! You marvelous creature from beyond the sea! Prends moi~!
>Rarity lets her swollen sex finally consume you
>The feeling of being encased in her blistering folds drives you deeper into your foolishness
>Your own hips strain as you pump vertically with what strength you can call upon
>You don't care about your vows anymore or what it means to bed a pony
>All you want is to feel the burning relief of an orgasm
>Rarity's mouth hangs open as you take over the majority of the session
>She occasionally moans or gasps as you meet her pelvis
>Each thrust sends the sound of relentless rutting through the air
>In your wild spree, you fail to notice your hands are free
>Within moments, you grasp the unicorn's chubby, little flank and drive yourself deeper
R: Oh~, tu bête! Tu démon! Oh, Celestia, that's the spot!
>You cannot hold back any longer
>One last hip-shaking thrust sends you into a mind-numbing orgasm
>Rarity moans atop of you as her belly fills with your warm love
>The pressure is so intense that you bite your lip as it forces its way out of you
>You are concerned that you may never walk again
>At the very least, you'll need half a dozen protein shakes to revitalize your body
A: By the gods... this was incredible...
>Rarity pants quickly and lays her body on your own
>Your member curves inside her and forces out what little you had left
R: Oh... Anonymous... these clothes... survived the whole test...
>You don't even care to understand what she's talking about
>No words, only afterglow now
>After so many minutes, you feel Rarity's muscles stir
>She stands to her hooves and your spongy, beaten member falls out of her
>She doesn't spill a drop of you as she walks with her tail held high
>Truly, she is a trained lady
R: Well, that was excellent, Anonymous. I know this line-up will be a big success this season. Not only does it breathe well, it resists stains -and- the dirt slides right off!
>You look up from the floor
A: G-glad I could help...
>When your head stops spinning, you rise to you feet
>You see Rarity in her bathroom washing the fur around her abused lady parts
R: Oh, Anonymous~! Could you come hither?
>You approach her casually and stand at the threshold
A: Yes?
R: I couldn't help but notice that you tore the shoulder seam on your nice suit jacket while struggle earlier
>You look over to your shoulder to see the right seam is completely torn!
R: Yes, a real shame. It's such a nice coat...
>Rarity finishes up her sink-bath and looks at you with a sly grin
R: I -could- find time in my busy schedule to repair it... for a small price
>You roll your eyes and your balls ache as if to agree
>You have already come this far and ruined so much that you at least want your coat to look proper
>It's all over for you now and you hang your head in shame
>All this time spent running from Fluttershy just to end up
>Fucking Rarity!