Rarity (analingus)

As a human, you found yourself visiting Carousel Boutique fairly often. Your need for clothes far outstripped those of the usual pony, and Rarity was very, very good at what she did. This had continued for quite a while until your wardrobe was adequately stocked, but to even your own surprise, you still frequently found yourself visiting the fashionista at her place of business. You'd make some excuse about some exotic piece of human clothing you needed the gorgeous mare to produce for you, and often wind up making small talk with her as she began drawing up designs.

And every single time she turned her back, without fail, your eyes would be glued to that immaculate, firm, bouncy white ass. You couldn't get enough of the unicorn. every time you heard that alluring voice, you could only imagine how wonderful those lips would be wrapped around your cock; every fleeting glimpse of that tight, inviting marehood had you desperately struggling to inconspicuously hide your raging hard-on. You'd spent more than one sleepless night tossing and turning as you thought about those beautiful blue eyes, staring up at you seductively as her mouth smoothly bobbed up and down on your shaft. Rarity pursued perfection in all things she did, so you could only imagine how skillfully her tongue would tease at your cockhead between soft but insisting sucking.

"And, done!" You are shaken from your reverie by Rarity's triumphant voice, as she floats over a small box containing the pair of ties you had asked for. The glow from her horn fades away as she gently places the box in your lap, and you only just barely manage to stifle a groan - if you didn't know better, you'd swear she'd had her magic give you a quick stroke through your pants as she set it down. "I think you'll be pleased with the results! Oh, and darling... since you've always been such a good customer, I included a little something extra. Just a personal gift, from me to you."

You open the box, and frown in confusion - a disposable camera? What in the world is this for? Seeing your obvious puzzlement, Rarity gives you a satisfied little smirk. Suddenly, she darts forward, rearing up on her hind legs and bracing against the wall behind you. Her head now level with yours, she leans towards you, and whispers breathily into your ear: "So you can take a picture, darling. It'll last longer." Letting her words sink in to your stunned mind - she knows, she's ALWAYS known - she drops back down to all fours. Turning, she lifts her tail and teasingly presents herself. A thin trail of moisture runs from her slit. "Well? I'm ready for my close up..."

The camera drops from your hands, completely forgotten as your higher brain functions essentially shut down. With your dick as hard as it's ever been, your body seems to be screaming at you to push your way in and fuck the perfect little pony senseless, right there on the spot. Somehow, you manage to resist; you don't think a classy lady like Rarity would appreciate being jumped so crudely. There's no way you're settling for just a little tease either, though. Abruptly, the solution comes to you. Smiling widely as you lick your lips, you quickly drop to your knees. Taking Rarity's flanks into your hands, you dive forward before she can react, faceplanting into her soft pussy.

Rarity's shocked squeal quickly turns into a low moan as your tongue lashes out, driving as deeply into her as it can. You inhale deeply as you eat her out, keeping a firm grip on her flanks to ensure the highest possible ratio of face-to-ponyflesh. Her sex tastes faintly of vanilla, and you murmur in satisfied appreciation as you live out so many long-held fantasies. Rarity smiles back at you, trembling at your touch as she desperately fights to maintain composure. "S-such a gentleman! I'm pleased to s,seeeeee you know the proper way to treat a lady-eeeeee!"

You feel reasonably confident you could die happy right now, but nonetheless, you're still not out of fantasies to enact yet. Not even close. You hesitate a moment - this one might get you in trouble. Still, you've come this far; you might as well go all the way. Steeling your resolve, you lift your face - now dripping with the cute pony's copious juices - from Rarity's sex, and give her tightly puckered ass a long, slow lick. Rarity immediately goes dead silent, her eyes widening, and her entire body stiffens. But she's not protesting, and so you quickly continue your assault, drawing your tongue in a long, slow circle around her tight little donut before pressing your lips to it in a perverse emulation of a kiss. You seem to drown in the sensation of the hot, soft flesh against your lips. You noisily kiss her cute little asshole several times as Rarity goes limp above you, scarcely more than twitching as her mouth opens in a prolonged, silent "o." Eagerly, you tease your tongue inside the tight, grasping hole. Rarity groans, pressing back against your face as you tongue-fuck her smooth ass.

Eventually, the fashionista has had enough. She pulls free almost violently, leaving you momentarily disappointed - until Rarity, with an almost manic look on her face, takes your prick in her magic field, steadying it before plunging down hard, taking you to the hilt in a single movement. "Fuck me. NOW." The fashionista almost seems to growl the words. You'd hate to disappoint a lady.

With both of you already so close to the edge, it only takes a few moments of frantic thrusting before you blow your sizable load in the dishevelled unicorn. Feeling the spreading warmth within her, Rarity shrieks loudy in the throes of her own orgasm. Her eyes roll as she weakly collapses on top of you from the tremendous exertions of your activities. Several seconds later, the panting pony just barely manages to lift her head enough to look you in the eyes. Kissing you softly on the lips, she murmers a barely audible "Love you..." before once again collapsing atop you - this time, out cold. You don't bother moving her - it'd be a shame to disturb the poor girl. Besides, a nap doesn't sound so bad to you either, right now....