Push it to the Limit!

The ball fell, landing in the most direct center of the hoop making the audible “swish”; your basket, your point, your victory. The brutal summer heat made the blacktop court almost unbearable, the game left you, your opponent and even the scorekeeper, Rarity, sweaty, tired and hot. Shuffling over to the benches with your opponent you and her sit down and reach for a water bottle each. The two of you trade comments and compliments, with mentions of hopes for a rematch when it wasn't so damned hot out. Rarity sat down next to her drinking from her own water bottle. Shaking her hand and thanking your opponent for the fun you get up and decide to hit the showers.

It was a stark difference as you entered the locker room. The shade and cool tiled floors sapping the feeling of heat from your muscles. Sitting down on the bench you relax another few minutes before unlocking your locker and sorting out your clean clothes and pulling out a small box full of travel sized soaps and conditioners. Change of clothes and soap box in hand you went to the showers. The showers were a wide open area offering no privacy from leering eyes, you being the only one there was certainly convenient, so, affixing your box to the tiled wall, you stepped to the side of the shower nozzle and turned it on.

Disrobing your sweat stained clothes and giving the water a moment to warm up. Using your hand to judge the temperature of the water before dousing yourself and scrubbing yourself clean. Popping the top on your box you pull out the miniature soaps you began scrubbing clean from top to bottom and soon you smelled better. Placing your shower stuffs back in their place and shutting off the shower you returned to the locker room to find Rarity standing in front of the entrance.

First thing that drew your eye was her rounded belly, stuffed and squirming with something obviously alive. The purple locks of hair, swirling and permed into the tell tale hairstyle of the most beautiful girl in school. Standing there, still wearing her outfit of a tank top, and black yoga pants stretched tightly over the soft, inviting curves of her hips and thighs. Rarity holds up a set of keys over her open mouth, dropping them in and with a wet swallow you can see a faint outline of the keys in her throat as they slide down and join her still writhing middle.

“Oh no darling, it looks like we’re trapped in here,” Rarity said, her voice feigning concern.

Rarity walked over to you, getting as close as her ponderous gut would let her; all the while trying to keep its cargo in check.

“Whatever shall we do?”

There was a moment, looking at her swollen gut, the clear bulge of a face could be seen pushing out against Rarity's soft pale skin. The shock of recognizing the girl you had your match against as the helpless victim eaten alive by Rarity caused you to stumble back.

“Oh don't you worry darling, she lost to you,” Rarity said, “Since you are the winner you get the prize,”

Bumping you with her belly, Rarity knocked you over. Your ass hit the cool tiled floor and the back of your head hit the wooden bench and after a moment of wincing in pain you opened your eyes to see Rarity had taken position over you. Sitting down, Rarity guided her rear over your face.

The stale smell of sweat that invaded your nose from her still wet, yoga pants wasn't as nearly unbearable as the weight of her plump wide rear. Shifting from side to side, Rarity made herself comfortable on you stroking her belly and licking her lips.

“To the victor go the spoils,” Rarity said, burping softly.

Your hands reached out and groped the sweaty rear end, fingers sinking into the soft flesh on your face. Breath hot and heavy you struggle as your hands tug at the edges of Rarity’s black wrappings. Your breath ran short, as a muffled yell came both underneath Rarity and inside her groaning gut.

“Darling, I don't know what you are fussing about! You-” Rarity teased before being cut short.

The sound of her yoga pants tearing from your grasping hands relentless pawing made Rarity stand up as quickly as she heard it. A wide split down the center of the pants, leaving her ivory rear bare with just a sheen of sweat on its rounded curve. You breathed the sweet air of freedom, while Rarity scoffed in offense.

“You ruffian! These yoga pants were three hundred dollars and you couldn't be happy just to feel them on your skin!” Rarity exclaimed before spreading her ass and falling back.

The full weight of her ass came crashing back down on you, you mouth and nose forced and pressed right up against the pucker of her hole. The earthy smell of sweat and salt stronger . The yoga pants contained what they could of her plump rear, but you were on your own for the rest as her soft butt curved and spread over the contours of your face.

“You are going to work off every penny!” Rarity pouted

With little other choice you drug your tongue up over her muscle, gathering her taste and hearing the curious moan as the muscles smothered by her soft fat tightened in surprise. You repeated the action, before getting your lips moving on the next pass, It wasn't long before you had your hands gripping Rarity’s waist while you ate her ass in earnest. Rarity sighed with contentment from your change of heart, looking down at her belly and shaking it experimentally. Rarity’s gut made a gurgling sound, the contents within sloshing back and forth before coming to a rest. Rarity made a small cooing noise before stroking her now still belly.

Round and round your tongue went, feeling and wetting each wrinkle of her little asshole as you got into the groove of your position as Rarity’s personal chair with benefits. Your hands had moved from her waist and began groping and molesting the ass smothering you, ensuring that not a single inch of her warm rear went unloved.

“Oh you like this, don't you? Dare I say, you ripped my pants on purpose?” Rarity teased, her eyes drifting to the locker room wall.

You could barely make out a word she had said but, then again, If it was important she would have sat up and told you; till then the only thing of importance was rimming her hole with every ounce of enthusiasm you had. Rarity felt a shiver run up her back, her pussy drenched her ruined yoga pants and her muscles flexed each time your tongue dipped into her little anal ring.

“Do not think for a moment…” Rarity began before shuddering “That if you lose you...won't end up like your friend,”

Rarity eyes clenched shut, her back arched and her pussy soaked her pants to point that fluid ran freely down your chin as Rarity’s pleasure peaked. Warmth filled her belly as each wave of her orgasm was made that much better from you plunging your tongue into her soft ass. You don't know when her orgasm finished until Rarity stood up. You gasped, drinking in the fresh air as Rarity turned to look down at you past her softened belly.

“That was wonderful, darling!” Rarity panted, patting you on the head, “I'll be making use of you again,”

While you were still dazed, Rarity grabbed your change of pants from the bench and began putting them on. The seat of your pants fit snugly on Rarity’s rear, hugging and supporting each cheek as her

“ooh, nice!” Rarity whispered giving her rump a spank.

Buttoning your pants, Rarity walked out; her belly swaying softly with each step.