Anon Teases Rarity

No.36969584

 

They said it couldn't be done. They called you crazy for even THINKING you could get a peek at Rarity's ponut, but if there's one thing that can be said about you, it's that you don't give up easy.

 

Initial attempts went without success. Somehow walking up to Rarity and asking if you could finger her butthole only made her mad (it worked on Rainbow Dash!) and inquiring into whether she needed a new seat to plop her pillows down onto while working on dresses also did little more than diminish her already pretty pathetic view of you.

 

That was when it came to you. The perfect plan. You would plant the idea into the fashionista's head, nice and subtle, and let her desire for sphincter gobbling grow naturally. Everything fell into place perfectly. After work you stopped off at Sugarcube Corner and ordered a bag of powdered mini donuts. The sly raise of Pinkie's brow seemed to suggest she knew exactly what you intended to do with them, and she even gave each one a double coating of powdered sugar to aid your nefarious deeds.

 

You arrived outside Rarity's boutique uninvited, heart on your sleeve and donut bag in hand. This was it. Finally your chance to get just a little bit closer to her perfectly-formed squishy marshmallow butthole. It was fairly easy to tick the rest of her friends off the list, and you'd saved the best for last.

 

Rarity opened and called you in, welcoming the unexpected company. She was just adding the finishing touches to another one of her gorgeous dresses, this one apparently commissioned by the mayor of Vanhoover herself.

 

You placed the bag down and took a seat. As always, Rarity's tail draped down over her valuables. You could never tell if it was a case of her concealing her mare bits from you to be polite or just because she thought your mammalian instincts would kick in at the mere sight of her puffy pony parts. Either way, it was quite clear you weren't going to get a sneaky glimpse of Rarihole without probing the situation slightly yourself.

 

And so you unfurled the bag and took a donut from it. Immediately, the sweet treat caught her eye.

 

"Want one?" You plucked another from the bag, this time skewered on your finger. She simply gulped and shook her head.

 

"I'm watching my figure, darling!" The little quaver in her voice told you the plan was already working.

 

Rarity seemed so transfixed by the white powdery donut in your hand that she laid her needle and thread aside to stare. Now that you had her attention, it was time for the show.

 

 

To start off you gave the donut a gentle squish between your thumb and forefinger, a little more each time, just to test the limits. As you took your index finger and slowly pierced through the tight hole in the middle, a rosy blush had already seared the mare's cheeks. Her breaths deepened while she watched your finger pass in and out, each penetration widening the hole just that little bit more. You assured her that this was how you ate donuts back home, you'd need the opening nice and gaped for the next step...

 

With donut raised to lips, you started to slip your tongue through and swirl it around. You added a few moans and hums for effect, this was a really tasty donut after all, and held your eyes on hers while making out with the sugar-coated confectionary.

 

The actions of your tongue grew more dextrous; you wanted to show her just how deep and passionate you could be with a white, pliable ring. Once the sugar coating had been licked clean, you chomped the donut down and moved on to the next one, this time showing her how easily your tongue could puncture the tight, shrivelled hole.

 

That's when you heard it: Rarity bit her lip and moaned, hard. Her eyes crossed for a split second and you noticed a gleam of something wet and sticky licking down her inner leg, trickling into a puddle on the floor.

 

You could see it in her eyes, the mix of confusion, shame, but above all curiosity. With a whimper she scurried off to the back room, shouting out something about needing to go powder her nose.

 

Your job for the day was done. This was only step one, after all, the planting of the idea. By the end of the week you'd have sweet little Rarity crouched at your feet, begging you to rim her powdered donut.