A Hoofjob from Rarity

>Be anon in equestria.
>Pones don't do the sex thing.
>Be at Rarity's boutique helping the fancy mare with fancy things.
>"Oh anon! You should stand over here the light is much better!"
>Of course in this instance fancy things involve helping Rarity in creating clothes suiting bipeds.
>"Do you think other creatures would like to wear clothing?"
>"I mean all you humans wear clothes, but do dragons? minotaurs?"
>"So many possibilities in the world of fashion!"
>Rarity continued to talk on as she magicked tape measures and fabric around you.
>For the moment you were her living, and only, bipedal mannequin.
>"At ta ta!"
>"Chin up!"
>"Oh this color goes great with your eyes."
>Rarity then presses her forehooves against your chest as she gets a closer look at your eyes.
>They are incredibly soft.
>"Oh darling, your eyes are rather pretty."
>She says fluttering her eyelashes.
>"And they DO go great with this fabric."
>Rarity hops down to go do some adjustments to the cloth she was handling.
>As you stand waiting you are entranced by her elegance.
>Her soft hooves, her kind demeanor, the way she moves, especially how she props up her hind hooves to give her plot that much more presentation.
>It wasn't long until she was back at you measuring and comparing away again.
"Hey Rarity?"
>"Yes anon dear?"
"How are your hooves so soft if they are, well, hooves?"
>"Ah ha! Looking for grooming advice?"
>"I'll make a gentlecolt out of you yet!"
>Rarity then magicked a bottle of lotion up to you showing it off like a salespony would.
>"I use this several times a day."
>"Keeps my hooves nice and soft, nary a crack or break anywhere."
>"Its a necessity when working with fabric as I do."
>"Can't chance some errant keratin scratching up an important garment."
>She giggles as she places her hooves on the palm of your hands, letting you take in all the softness.
>A wild boner appears.
>"Oh my!"
>"Is that your?"
>She let out a light giggle.
>"Oh Twilight told me all about this." she said with a slight blushing grin.
>"I'm so flattered anon!"
>"So what set you off pre tell?"
>"Was it my elegance? My ladylike charm? Oh no it has to be my hooves am I right?"
>She lifts one of her forehooves to you, showing off the butt shaped soft flesh underneath.
>"Well darling, its a good thing Miss Rarity has exactly what you need."
>She wasted no time in ripping down your shorts and underwear.
>Your soldier was indeed at attention and its springiness amused her.
>"Oh my is that thing all muscle?"
>"Its so big and veiny!"
>"No wonder it hurts when it gets hard." she says in a babying voice as she plants a light smooch on your tip.
>She sets aside her fashion instruments as she sprays some of the lotion on her hooves.
>"This reminds me of something the spa ponies told me during one of my massages."
>"Something about tense muscles holding in stress."
>"Well anyway, I'm sure you know where I'm going with this." She says with a look of determination.
>Rarity then pressed her soft hooves against your member.
>She was careful to press the softest flesh of her frogs against you.
>And with every motion she would delicately kiss your tip causing it to twitch in excitement.
>Rarity really seemed to be enjoying this.
>You stood there like the mannequin you were pretending to be.
>"Mmm, the flavor reminds me of a seaweed pate I once had in Canterlot."
>She said while jerking you off.
>She then progressed from kissing to letting her tongue freely rub on your cock.
>"Twilight said you have a saying where you're from?"
>"A lady always swallows?"
>Over the course of the hoofjob you came closer and closer to your climax.
>And as you got closer Rarity focused more and more on the more sensitive parts of your member.
>Saliva and precum dripped to the floor of the boutique as you orgasmed.
>It took all of your strength not to collapse into a puddle right there.
>Suddenly Rarity enveloped your dong into her mouth as you spewed your seed.
>It filled her cheeks and after taking a moment to savor the flavor she finished with a ladylike swallow.
>"Ah" she sighed.
>"Not bad, I'll have to get some crackers next time."
>"I do think it would make a nice spread."
>"And speaking of spreads, we'll have to do this again sometime."
>"And I would like you to do me a favor then, a massage of my glutes perhaps?"
>"Twilight said you do a better job than the spa ponies."
>"It must be quite an experience with those hands of yours."
>"Now about that fabric."
>Rarity then pulled up your pants and underwear and essentially went back to business as if nothing had happened.