Fashion Emergency [Futanari]

>”Summer skirt line?”
>”Check.”
>”Two-piece swimsuit? The scarlet one?”
“Check.”
>”Lingerie?”
“Check.”
>”Koi pond inspired camisole?”
“Got it.”
>”Where’d you put the raincoat collection?”
”Down there.” You pointed at a row of colorful, rubberized coats hanging from a rack.
>”Spitfire jacket?”
“Uh…”
>Rarity gasped.
>”We forgot it!”
“No, no, gimme a sec, I know I packed it… Here, it’s hanging here.”
>The alabaster unicorn in front of you sighed just as loud as she gasped a moment ago.
>”Oh thank heavens, if we manage to land that Wonderbolts contract we’ll be on cloud nine for years.”
>You glanced over the stylish, waist length military jacket. There wasn’t a crease out of place.
“Considering Spitfire herself volunteered to model it I’ll be surprised if we don’t get it.” You said.
>Rarity rubbed circles around her eyes before responding to you.
>”Don’t get overconfident. I don’t need to remind you any number of things can go wrong in this industry.”
“Hey, am I talking to Rarity or am I talking to Twilight?” You joked.
>The mare glowered at you.
“I’m just saying, we’ve been over that checklist three times now.”
>Rarity glanced over the clipboard she held one more time before tossing it on a nearby vanity.
>“The models?”
“Called each an hour ago, most are downstairs already, and they all know the exact times to get up here for us to dress ‘em up.”
>Rarity placed a hand below her generous bust to cover her heart and breathed a long sigh of relief.
>”Goodness, I don’t know how I ever managed this without you.”
>The unicorn girl took quick steps towards you and wrapped you up in a hug.
“Thanks, Rares. Just relax and leave the details to me.”
>”Oh, these fashion shows are so dreadfully stressful…”
>You planted a kiss on her perfect, smooth cheek.
>In turn, you received a quick kiss of your own.
>”Everything must be perfect…” She muttered.
>…
>Rarity began moving her hands up and down your clothing.
>”Anon? Sweetie?”
“Hmm?” You mumbled.
>”Just what is this?” Rarity questioned. Her voice was much sterner than before.
”What’s what?” You asked.
>Rarity pushed you away at arm’s length.
>You looked her in the eyes, but she didn’t look back into yours. She was too busy running her eyes up and down your shirt.
>”This.” The mare stated, pinching the hem of your shirt. “Why aren’t you wearing the nice clothes I made you?”
“I didn’t want them to get dirty when we moved all this stuff.” You answered, getting a little nervous. “This is just a work shirt.”
>”I appreciate the concern.” Rarity said, jabbing you in the sternum with a finger. “But I don’t use this fabric.”
>You just stared tongue-tied back at your best friend.
>Rarity reached a hand behind your neck to lift up the tag of your shirt.
>Her eyes went wide as she read the tag aloud.
>”Suri Polomare!”
>”You came to a fashion show wearing the clothing of a rival fashionista!?” Rarity fumed, yanking at your shirt.
“Jesus, Rares, calm down!”
>”Don’t “Rares” me, Assistant!” Rarity spit out.
>Uh oh.
>Assistant.
>She hadn’t called you that since the first month you worked for her.
>”Show some respect to your boss!” She ordered.
>And she hadn’t addressed herself as that since you started dating.
“The show hasn’t even begun! Of course I’m gonna change!” You tried defending yourself.
>“Someone!” She pronounced.
>“Could!” She grasped your shirt’s collar.
>“Have!” She wrenched in opposite directions.
>“Seen!” She tore the shirt clean down from collar to hem, exposing your chest to the air.
>You could only gawk, thunderstruck at her brief bout of strength.
>”Pathetic.” She declared. “What good are work clothes that can’t handle a bit of roughhousing, hmm?”
>For a brief moment you considered arguing the point, but you were already in a deep enough hole as it was.
>It was just an old shirt from before you even started working with Rarity. The thought never occurred to you she might take offense to it.
 >Rarity huffed and puffed for a few moments.
>”You’re right though, perhaps I do need to calm down…” Rarity affirmed. “A little stress relief.”
>Rarity sauntered over to a padded chair on the other side of the room.
>”Follow, Assistant. And take off those rags.”
>The ivory mare sat down on the chair, reached under her skirt and between her legs, and slid her pair of panties off.
>You knew your marefriend well enough to know what she wanted.
>You tossed the shredded shirt at Rarity’s feet and made to get down on your knees.
>Rarity raised a palm and tutted.
>”Just what are you doing, Assistant.”
>You glimpsed a rising bulge beneath Rarity’s skirt and pointed to it.
“You want help with that, Rares?”
>”Ask properly, Assistant.”
>Was she really going to drag out this assistant thing?
>You decided it was best to play along; you were pent up yourself.
>”May I please help you alleviate some stress, Miss Rarity?”
“Why thank you, Assistant, that’s very generous of you.” Rarity answered, waving her hand at your pants.
>You understood the non-verbal cue, unbuckled your belt, and dropped your pants to the floor to expose your erect member.
“Oh my, someone’s eager.” The mare cooed, leaning back in her chair so that the angle of her own cock jutted upward beneath the dress.
”Makes two of us.” You stated.
>”Very astute, now proceed, my assistant.”
>Rarity motioned you to bend to your knees and you obliged. You reached forward and delicately pulled back the hem of her skirt to reveal her orchid cock.
> A delightful waft of vanilla caressed your sense of smell.
>The expensive moisturizers and scented bath salts did wonders for her body.
>Her purple horsecock had swollen to its full length at just over a foot long.
>There was hardly a wrinkle on her hefty, dark violet scrotum; the plump testicles perfectly filled their space between her thighs.
>You could just make out the womanhood behind her balls winking at the feeling of your breath on the head of her penis.
>The futanari unicorn breathed heavy over your head, relishing the moment of you staring at her most private areas.
>Rarity once confided that one of the reasons she wanted to make dresses was to better hide her endowment from the public.
>It took a lot of time and love, but you were honored that she trusted you with her secret.
>”Be a dear and use your mouth, Anon.”
>With a little fidgeting Rarity slipped her dress low enough to expose her heavy breasts. She brought a hand to each to knead, twist, and caress each of her mounds.
>”Yes, Miss Rarity.” You dutifully retorted.
>You reached both hands forward to grip the thicker base of her dick to hold it steady.
>Under normal circumstances the foreplay the two of you engaged in lasted nearly an hour.
>With the fashion show beginning soon you did not have that luxury, but you didn’t pass up teasing your friend.
>Three long licks across her flat glans elicited a coo from the mare’s lips.
>Her coo turned into a high-pitched moan as you blew cool air across the wet tip.
>”As much as I want us to ravish one another,” Rarity began, composing herself “we’re on a tight schedule, Assistant.”
“No problem, Boss.” You smiled
>Rarity smiled down at you as you opened wide and took in the first few inches of her periwinkle prick.
>The unicorn arched her head backwards as you slowly slid your mouth down to engulf more flesh.
>”Very good…” Rarity grumbled through gritted teeth.
>You had no hope of taking Rarity all the way to her base, but as always you gave Rarity your best effort.
>Six inches of girthy unicorn cock were all you could get in your throat before your gag reflex was too much to bear.
>You held her as deep as possible, swallowing to pleasure the tip of her scepter as saliva and unicorn pre alike dripped down your esophagus.
>Eventually you couldn’t get enough air through your nose and had to back off.
>Slowly, to avoid nipping your friend’s sensitive flesh, her saliva-slicked boner slid past your lips.
>You panted once your mouth was no longer obstructed, taking a short breather to get your strength back.
>Rarity leaned down and brought her lips near your ear.
>”Love you.” She whispered.
>Pale blue light illuminated her horn, and an otherworldly force surrounded your bare bait and tackle.
>The sudden feeling of magic on your genitals was, as always, nigh indescribable.
>It tingled, tickled, and stroked you in ways that were simply impossible for two hands to do at once.
>”Make me cum.” Rarity ordered, sitting back up and spreading her legs even wider.
>The spell did not abate as you once again took Rarity’s length in your gullet.
>Instead of taking her as far as possible this time, you bobbed up and down your marefriend’s meat.
>Once you found the proper rhythm both your hands left her sheathe: one to massage both her cum factories and the other to rub her feminine folds.
>The unicorn pinched her teats and raised her right foot up in hopes of giving your hands better access.
>The ethereal energy hugging your genitals quickened its own pace, hurrying you to climax.
>Rarity’s weighty rod throbbed more and more, and you felt both her hands on the back of your head.
>The glans began to flare at the back of your throat, but just as she teetered on the edge Rarity pulled your head away and her cock popped out of your mouth.
>Your eyes widened in surprise. This was new.
>Rarity hungrily looked at you, but the element of control never left her features.
>”This is what I think of our competition.” Rarity coldly stated, stroking her slick stallionhood with one hand while reaching down with the other to grab your torn shirt.
>She messily bundled the cloth around the tip of her cock and held it there.
>”They're only good as rags!” The unicorn howled as you saw her cockhead flare, even beneath the bunched up shirt.
>The poor shirt couldn’t contain the futanari’s release. With only three spurts the unicorn utterly soaked the shirt in cum and couldn’t handle the rest of her orgasm.
>Her jetting cum was barely slowed by the wall of cotton and polyester, and what wasn’t absorbed audibly splat into the ground below.
>”Y-You too, Anon!” Rarity managed to say mid orgasm.
>Bright blue energy intensified and exploded from her horn, and plunged you into the throes of sexual bliss in a heartbeat.
>Human jizz pooled with the abundant pony spunk to further tarnish your competitor’s product.
>Once afterglow hit the both of you, Rarity’s horn lit up again to push the sopping rag off her cock to the puddle of cum on the floor.
>The shirt plopped to the ground and Rarity’s cock bobbed, dribbling the last of her fluids atop it.
“I would’ve swallowed.” You noted. “Well, swallowed what I could’ve, anyway.”
>Rarity shook her head side to side, smiling.
>”You’ll be giving speeches later today for this summer’s lineup. I couldn’t possibly allow you to do that with a sore throat, now could I?”
>Rarity and you both stood up and kissed.
>”You’d also have cum breath. That could scare customers away.”
>You chuckled at that one.
>”And more than anything else,” Rarity began, gussying up your now messy hair. “I need you to be perfect.”