Rarity's Wonderful Tail - Rarity x Anon by UF

 

(15/02/2013)

 

 

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You knew you’d fucked up around about the time when the first mannequin fell. There you had been, just trying to act cool, casual and collected for Rarity when you decided to lean against the closest available surface. Your choice just so happened to have been one of the many wooden dolls littering the place, each decorated in a finely fashioned frock, and the whole thing leant with you. As you went crashing to the floor, so did the mannequin, and then the one after that, and then the one after that, a whole line toppling like dominos.

 

That empty pang of regret when you examined the scene of the destruction, that crushing moment when all you wish for is the find life’s undo button exploded in your stomach like a red siren. The chaos was a rather unfortunate sight for you to behold and doubly so for an incredibly pissed off looking Rarity.

 

What you had expected was to be told to clean it up and maybe billed for the odd rip and tear here and there. As a result, it came as a complete surprise for you when the sack fell over your head and you felt some arcane force coil its way around your body, gently lifting you out of the room like a mother cradling its young.

 

As unceremoniously as possible, you hit the floor. The sound of a door slamming in the distance hurt your ears and now the true fun began.

 

The same invisible force that had treated you with tenderness just a few moments before had now suddenly turned hostile and was pulling at your clothes, twisting your limbs to make their removal an easier process. Drenched in uncertainty you complied and allowed your shirt to slide over your head, slithering upwards with a sigh. The uncomfortable feeling of nudity overcame you when your trousers disappeared, quickly followed by your underwear as though they were fleeing the coming scene.

 

Finally, the last few garments disappeared and you were left lying there on the floor in total silence and darkness, wondering just what the hell was going on. It was just a few mannequins; surely there was no need to hold you hostage at this point…

 

The seconds ticked into what felt like hours and just as you were beginning to wonder if colour had truly existed in the world, your answer was given. The sack tore off of your head and you blinked to ward off the assault of the bright lights stabbing your eyes.

 

“Well, there’s that unsightly mess taken care of…” a voice drawled at you, the accent practically quilted in sophistication. “Now, I suppose that leaves the simple matter of you…”

 

Rarity walked around into your line of vision and you practically choked at the sight of her. She looked as high class and presentable as ever, but she’d clearly been rooting through her lingerie in her absence. She stood in front of you dressed with a black, laced stocking along each of her long, pearly legs. You staring had obviously caught her attention as she turned around and revealed her juicy backside, adorned with a pair of frilly black panties, so tight the entire patch of fabric practically rolled into the crack of her ass.

 

Her long, lustrous tail waved in the air as though signalling where your eyes ought to land with a slender, purple beacon and she turned back to stare at you with half-moon eyes. “Seen anything you like, dear?”

 

In answer to her question you practically jumped up with the intention of grabbing onto her soft, warm pillows of fat. Her horn glowed and an invisible wall denied you that right.

 

“Oh no, no, no. You’ve been a bad boy, making me clean up the shop like that. No, I think you’ll find I’ll be the one enjoying our little session, certainly not you.” A smirk lit up her face and she waved her tail again, sweeping it across your chest in slow, deliberate movements. She twitched and turned it, circling your belly in a cruel, taunting dance. Her ass hovered just a few inches above your cock. Just one small thrust away. Sure, her panties would have been in the way of her pussy but the contact would have felt just as good.

 

You tried to fight her magic, tried to do everything in your power to slide into that warm, gooey centre. In the end your efforts were still not enough and you collapsed back, defeated. Still her tail continued to trace invisible lines across your skin, trailing ever closer up to your face.

 

Finally it struck you across the face and she let out a little giggle. It had felt like nothing more than a whisper yet it still hit your libido like a raging army. You needed satisfaction, something to stimulate your dick. Oh god, anything would do at this point.

 

She reversed upwards until her ass was level with your face, hovering overhead like a bird of prey. You smiled to yourself as you noticed the broad wet patch that soaked through her panties, just where her pussy was. At least she was getting off to this…

 

She looked down at you with a cruel smirk and wiggled her ass over your head, threatening to drop the heavy load at any moment. You winced constantly as she feinted three times, each plunge over your face getting lower and lower. It was when you didn’t wince, when you expected it to be just another trick that she finally lowered her plump hindquarters onto your face, sliding it in the gap between those outrageously soft and malleable cushions.

 

The smell was overwhelming and yet you couldn’t get enough. You breathed in deeply, greedily, hungry for every last particle of her musk. Sure the air was thin and oxygen didn’t seem in much of an abundance in the realm of her big, fat ass but surely that was tolerable for now. She’d be up in no time. Right?

 

Much to your chagrin, the swooshing, tickling feeling returned and you realised that she was sweeping her tail across your stomach again. Her tail’s end brushed against just the tip of your dick, connecting in one half a second of joyful union. Then it quickly left again, leaving you hollow and wanting to scream. It was as though a million, long slender fingers were stroking the very edge of your member and then fleeing moments later, leaving taunting giggles in their wake.

 

The sensation continued on and on without restriction. An endless teasing that refused you climax, just constantly putting you on edge. And all the while Rarity’s ass almost felt as though it were getting heavier, constantly pressing down and grinding you into the floor. You were certainly beginning to feel more light-headed…oxygen was turning out to be a more necessary resource than you anticipated, down here…

 

That tortuous tail finally relented its mocking and you felt it brush against your shaft with a more lingering touch this time. Again and again it swung like a pendulum, bringing you closer and closer to the grand finale. You thanked Rarity for her mercy by stretching out your tongue like a cat and licking the wet patch in front of her pussy. Her groans of ecstasy met the touch of your mouth and you knew to continue, driving your tongue harder and harder against her thin slit.

 

Your dance seemed to continue on for minutes, each teasing the other with the only resource at their disposal. When the music reached its crescendo, you practically screamed into her flabby flank as jets of warm cum shot over your stomach and into the proud pony’s purple, perfectly groomed tail. At the same time she arched her back and cried out, burying your face even deeper into her ass as she rocked back and forth, her juices practically flowing like a waterfall now.

 

It was too much for you to take, the pleasure of orgasm, the scent of her cum and the starvation of oxygen. The last thing you heard as you drifted away into unconsciousness was Rarity’s soft voice whispering, “I should think your debt’s been paid off…but I might keep you around all the same.”