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>You and Rarity are enjoying a nice afternoon at a local coffee shop. Sitting in a booth near the back of the shop, away from the busier areas, you enjoy each other's company as you chat away the day. When there is a lul in the conversation, Rarity looks down into her coffee and lets out a small pensive sigh.
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>"What's wrong, Rares? Is your coffee okay?" You ask.
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>"Oh it's quite alright, but it is missing a little something..." She replies with a slightly mischievous tone in her voice.
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>"What do you..." before you can finish your question, you feel a pressure on your groin. You suddenly realize something is unzipping your pants! That's when you notice Rarity's horn is glowing. With a sultry look in her eyes and a sly smile on her face, she watches intently as your expression becomes flustered with the realization of what she's doing.
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>With the zipper down, the fabric of your pants is pulled apart, and you feel your boxers next begin to shuffle and part as if on their own. Then, with a gentle but firm tug, your dick is pulled free of your clothes by Rarity's deft magical grasp. Instinctively, your hand darts to your lap to try to cover yourself, but you quickly realize you can't do that as Rarity's magical aura blocks your hand from getting too close. It's so strong, it feels like trying to push your hand through an inflated yoga ball as you discover you can barely even reach under the table now. You don't dare glance down as you shamefully realize the table between you is the only thing blocking your exposed dick from view now. Rarity giggles coquettishly, as she continues to stare into your eyes and watch your every move.
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>Just as you're about to protest, she truly begins to have her fun. As you feel her magic begin to squeeze and tease your exposed cock, it's only moments before you're hard as diamonds. Rarity's smile widens, she can feel what's happening under there, and she knows exactly how to push your buttons. She's become an expert at "hornjobs", especially with you as her squirmy guinea pig to practice on. Faster and more vigorously, her aura strokes and rubs you down in playful patterns as she continues to stare into your eyes with her sultry gaze. She loves to watch your face turn red as she plays with you.
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>"Unf... Rarity, p-please..." You try to stammer.
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>"Do try to mind your voice, darling. What if somepony sees what you're doing under there, hmm?" She coos to you softly.
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>"Nnhh... I'm not... you're the one..." You give up trying talk. You slump forward in your seat and lean over the table as you feel yourself begin to melt under her teasing. You can feel how red in the face you must be as your eyes frantically dart around the room. Are any of the other customers looking this way? What if the waitress comes by? With a mix of embarrassment and submissive arousal filling your mind, you look back at Rarity. She's resting her cheek against one hoof, and gently stirring her coffee with the other, as her horn continues to steadily glow with her sparkling blue aura. And all the while, her eyes have never left yours. She continues to gaze at you, watching you crumble in her magical grasp, a look of devilish delight on her face as she continues her gentle assault on you under the table
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>"MMphhh!" You clasp your hand over your mouth to stop yourself from crying out, as you finally reach your limit and begin to cum in thick spurts. Shuddering in your seat, you struggle not to make a noise as Rarity's magic squeezes every drop out of you, forcing you to the very height of stimulation with it's last few pumps and strokes. As you feel the wave of shameful pleasure diminish and pass, you try to catch your breath. It doesn't seem like anyone else in the shop saw, but you feel humiliated all the same. The only mental relief you feel is in Rarity's loving gaze. She teases and torments you, but you know deep down she wouldn't do this with anyone else. Now you understand why she insisted on sitting at the quiet booth in the back.
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>With the magical barrier around your junk now gone, you begin to discreetly put yourself away and zip up your pants. Just as you're about to breath a sigh of relief, your eyes go wide as you see a glowing bubble full of cum float up from under the table. Instead of splattering all over the underside of the table for some poor employee to clean later, Rarity caught and trapped every last drop of your cum in her magical aura. It hangs in the air just long enough for you to see it, then it quickly darts across the table and deposits itself into Rarity's coffee with an audible "bloop".
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>"Thank you ever so much, darling. You know how much I enjoy my coffee with extra cream". Rarity says happily as she begins to stir her coffee more thoroughly.
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>"You could have just used the actual coffee creamer..." you say sheepishly as you pick up the small metal pot of creamer from the table.
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>"Now darling, where would be the fun in that?" She replies. And with that, she lifts the mug to her lips and takes a long, slow sip, followed by a contented sigh of satisfaction.
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>"Mmmmm, delicious!"
by grapenut