>You take a deep breath as you stand outside Carousel Boutique
>As you open the door a small bell jingles followed by the clack of high heels on hard floor
>Then Aunt Rarity is standing in the store front looking as stunning as ever
>“Well if it isn’t my favorite customer ever.  What brings you here today Anon darling?”
“Hi Aunt Rarity, I’m here to get fitted for my prom tux.”
>She sighs and shakes her head
>“Darling we’ve know each other for years, how many times do I have to tell you stop calling me ‘Aunt’?”
>Rarity isn’t really your aunt you just call her that because it’s what you call all your mom’s friends
>Even though you’re in high school you still refer to Aunt Dash in that way
>But then again you’ve known her for basically your whole life
>Before you can blink Aunt Rarity is right in front you
>“Besides, when you call me ‘Aunt’ you make me feel old.”
>She leans forward to be at eye level with you
>As she does so the top her frilly shirt hangs low revealing the pale skin of her collar bone
>“You don’t think I’m old do you Anon?”
>Her shoulders shift and soon the tops of two smooth mounds are visible
“No…”
>Aunt Rarity inches closer and you now see the purple bra that holds them in place
>“Then what do you think of me?”
>Her voice is softer now just above a whisper
>Your eyes stay fixed on those wonderfully shaped breast
“I think you’re…”
>You feel the heat rise in your face at the thought of saying the words out loud
“I think you’re beautiful.”
>She goes back to her full height and strikes a pose as she pushes her hip to one side and rest her chin on her hand
>“Oh Darling you really think I’m beautiful!  You have no idea how happy it makes me to know that a handsome man like you finds me beautiful!”
>You feel the blood in your face and nod
>It’s true
>The first time you met Aunt Rarity was when your were in middle school and even though puberty had just barely begun to hit you could still tell there was something exceptional about the way she looked
>Even now the world beautiful feels too common
>“Now then.”
>She takes a tape measure from a counter and holds each end in her hands as she pulls it taunt
>It gives a loud snap
>“Are you ready to get measured darling?”
>Again you nod
“Yeah.”
>She smiles at you
>It’s a wide grin that reminds you of a picture in a story book you had as a kid
>A hungry wolf that had led a little boy into cave with no exit
>She’s been smiling at you like that a lot lately
>“Well then follow me.” 
>Aunt Rarity leads you to a large room full of mannequins and large rolls of fabric
>When you reach a full length mirror by the wall she puts her hands on your shoulders signaling you to stop
>Even through your shirt you can feel her nails digging just a little on your skin
>“So, tell me about the lucky lady who will be taking Canterlot High’s most sought after bachelor to the prom?”
>You can feel her looking at you from her reflection
“Her name is Luster Dawn.  She and I have some classes together.”
>“Oh?  Someone extra special perhaps?”
“Nah we’re just friends.  We decided to go together since we knew we’d have a good time anyway.”
>“Well that is very generous of you to go with your friend darling since I have no doubt that are a host of girls eager to spend an evening with you.”
>She places the tape measure across shoulders
>“Especially with those broad muscles.”
>Her hands start to slowly rub up and down the top of your arms
“Thanks Aunt Rarity.”
>You feel your blush return
>“Well it’s true darling.”
>You’re pretty sure she’s just being nice
>You’re actually pretty scrawny even with all the hard work you do on the farm
>And your mom is always trying to get you to eat way too much food
>It still feels nice with Aunt Rarity compliments you though
>She’s always been extra nice to you
>“Alright darling lets get started on those measurements, take your clothes off.”
>Your eyes go wide in shock
“Huh?!”
>Aunt Rarity just gives a laugh
>“Well you don’t expect me to accurately measure someone that’s fully clothed do you.”
>You try to form a coherent sentence only to end up stuttering
“But-but-but-”
>“Please darling I see people unclothed all day long.  It’s quite literally my day job.”
>That may be true but it doesn’t make it any easier for you
>“Besides.”
>Her voice drops to a whisper again
>“You have absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about.”
>Well looks like you have to do this
>But you can trust Aunt Rarity
>Your mom is always talking about what an amazing woman Aunt Rarity is
>Even before you met her your mom would talk about Aunt Rarity along with her other friends like Aunt Dash and Principle Twilight
>Sometimes she’d get this almost sad look on her face and tell you how precious friendship is
>And that you don’t always realize it
>You have no idea what she means by that
>But you do know that you can’t keep waiting forever
>You grab the bottom of your shirt
>You swallow hard
>Slowly you lift it over your head
>Next you take off your boots and set them to the side
>Finally you unbuckle your belt and guide your jeans off inch by inch
>You stand there with your arms straight at your side trying not to fidget
>“Come on now darling I don’t have all day.”
>You feel a pair of thumbs hook your boxers and jerk them down to your ankles
>Instinctively you cover your now exposed area with both hands
>Oh God you’re completely naked in front of Aunt Rarity
>The presence of her stare can be felt from her reflection
>You peek up at the mirror in front of you
>She’s giving you that smile again
>The cold plastic hits your skin as Aunt Rarity wraps the tape measure around your chest
>“First your chest.”
>You feel it move up just a little bit then down again then back up
>Each time it hits your nipples
>A weird tickling sensation runs through your chest
>It’s hard to stay still
>Your hands are also starting to get full
>“Now your hips”
>The tape measure descends lower to your waist
>“Oh yes, look at that ass.”
>A loud smack fills the room as Aunt Rarity’s hand slaps your flesh
>Your back goes rigid from the harsh sting
>“Girls love a man with a firm ass.”
>Her hand gives your buttocks a firm squeeze
>“Nice and thick just like this one.”
>You can barely keep yourself covered with as hard as you are now
>Eventually she lets go and moves stand in front of you
>You stare at the ceiling unable to look her in the eye
>“And Finally your inseam.”
>She lowers herself to her knees
>Taking your wrists she puts your hands at your side
>Your erection is now fully exposed
>“Oh my!  Anon!”
>Oh God this is so embarrassing
>“You’re so big.”
>Her hand grips your member
>You gasp
>It’s so soft
>“Did I make you this way darling?  Did you get hard all because of me?”
>Even though your vision is directed upward you still nod
“...Yes.”
>“Well then I have no choice but help you with this don’t I?  We can’t have you going out tonight all pent up like this can we?”
>Her tongue runs from your base to your tip
>A jolt of pleasure surges through your body
>It’s then that her lips envelope your head
>She suckles gently as her tongue flicks repeatably
>You hear yourself let out a moan
>Those lips slide along your length now
>Every time they reach the top that tongue of hers swirls around going over ever part of the cap
>Electric sensations run from your dick to ever nerve ending you have
>Even more sensation is added when her hand grasps your balls and stats give gentle squeezes
>You look down
>Aunt Rarity’s mouth is stretched on your dick
>The tip of her tongue can be seen popping in and out of her mouth
>She makes little wet gagging sounds every time she hits your base
>And her eyes
>Her eyes stare directly into your with enough intensity to see right into your soul
>This is too much
>Seeing such a sophisticated woman like Aunt Rarity make such a slutty face
>It’s too much
>One last swirl and your body goes rigid
>Without realizing you were holding anything in you feel sweet release
>Aunt Rarity slowly slides her lips off of your member
>She rises to eye level
>Her mouth opens to reveal the pool of cum on her tongue
>It’s thick texture mixes with her saliva giving it an almost watery sheen
>She then closes her mouth
>“Mmmh.”
>You see her throat muscles move as she swallows your load
>“You taste delicious Anon.”
>It takes several seconds before you can respond
“Thanks.”
>Aunt Rarity just presses her finger to your nose
>“Let me go fetch you your assemble.”
>She walks to the far side of the room and retrieves several clothes from a chest
>Once back she hands your a purple speedo
>Still shaking from adrenaline you manage to get your foot through the leg hole on the second try
>The other leg proves easier and you pull up the undergarments
>Before you know it Aunt Rarity is guiding you into your pants and buttoning your shirt for you
>She then slips on your suit jacket and ties a tie around your collar
>Finally she steps behind you and lets you see your own reflection
>“Well darling what do you think?”
>It’s a white suit with a black shirt and purple tie
>There’s even three little diamonds on the chest pocket
>It’s Aunt Rarity’s personal logo
>And it’s right above where your heart is
>It fits perfectly
>It’s amazing how she was able to make this all so quickly
>Her hand cups your face and slowly begins to stroke your cheek
>“Oh Anon, you’re so exquisite.”
>Her voice is a back to a whisper
>“You look just like your father.”
>Your head is jerked slightly to the side as she grabs a lock of hair between her fingers
>“Except for that blonde hair.”
>There’s a sharp tone to her voice that wasn’t there before
>“You get that from your mother.”
>You feel a sharp sting as she snaps her wrist and flicks the strand of hair away
>“Sorry darling, but we can’t have you going around with split ends on your big night now can we.”
>At least she’s back to sounding like normal
“No problem.”
>You gather your normal clothes from the floor
>Aunt Rarity links her arm with yours and walks you to the front door
>Just as you turn to say something a single finger presses to your lips
>“Darling do me a favor, don’t tell anyone about what went on here today.  You’ll do that for me won’t you?”
“I won’t, but…”
>“But?”
“What do I say if someone asks what happened while I was here?”
>“Just tell them something else.  Anything else really.”
“It’s just… I can’t exactly lie very well.”
>Your whole life you were raised to be honest
>Ever day it was a lesson both preached and practiced
>It’s something that’s ingrained in you
>“Well you can just not answer their question at all now can’t you?”
“I don’t know, that still feels like a lie.”
>“How about this.”
>Her finger begins to trance small circles on your chest
>“How about we call this our little secret.”
“Secret?”
>You’ve never had a secret before
>You begin to buzz with excitement all the way down to your bones
“Yeah, a secret.  I can keep a secret.”
>The idea of having something all to yourself
>Having Aunt Rarity all to yourself
>It felt so naughty
>“Good boy.”
>She pats your head
>She reaches into her cleavage and pull out an ornate key
>“And this will also be part of our secret.”
>She slips the key into the inside pocket of your jacket
>Her face gets closer to yours
>“That’s the key to my house darling.”
>You can feel how warm her breath is on your face
>“Come here tonight when the prom is over.  I want to make this a very special night for you.”
>Before you can speak her lips meat yours
>Their silky feels so smooth
>Her tongue runs across your mouth beckoning it to open
>You oblige
>She latches on to your bottom lip sucking and pulling it upward before letting go
>You’re breathless as you stare into those eyes
>And then the world spins as Aunt Rarity turns you to the door and pushes outside
*****
>You run to the door of Carousel Boutique
>You dig through your pocket desperately trying to find the key
>It’s late but prom isn’t over yet
>You couldn’t wait that long
>You drove here as fast as your truck could take you
>All you’ve been able to do since this afternoon is think about Aunt Rarity
>About what happened
>About what she promised
>Besides Luster Dawn won’t even notice you’re gone
>There’s plenty of people there to hang out with
>Finally you find the key
>Your hands shake with excitement and it takes far to long to get it in the lock
>Once inside you begin searching any trace of woman who brought you here
>Then you see the trail of flower petals
>You follow them past the store front
>Past the changing room
>Up the stairs and down the hallway to what could only be a bedroom
>You waste no time and open the door
>And there is Aunt Rarity wearing only a thin pink robe
>She pulls the waist band and lets fall to the floor
>You stare at her body in all it’s naked splendor
>She’s giving you that smile
>She sits on the foot of her bed and spreads her legs
>In the dim light you see the wetness of that smooth pussy
>She motions you forward with her finger
>You nearly trip as you sprint to her
>Your jacket hits the floor and buttons begin flying as she rips off your shirt
>Her lips crash into yours and your mouth is filled with her tongue
>You do your best to match your tongue with hers but it only results in a clumsy kiss
>Before you notice your pants are around your ankles and your cock is being lined up to her slit
>She breaks the kiss
>Her eyes are inches from yours staring you down
>“Fuck Me Hard.”
>You jerk your hips forward
>It’s overwhelmingly wet and overwhelmingly warm
>Pure bliss courses through your body
>It’s even better than when she sucked you off
>Without thinking you pull back and push forward again
>“Harder!”
>You anchor your feet and push from you core
>“Harder!!”
>You rock back on your heels putting your weight into your thrust
>“Harder!!!”
>You slam you hips into her with all you might again and again as fast as you’re able
>“YES! YES! YES!”
>The wild lust filled shouts only edge you on
>The bed flops as she falls onto her back
>She lies there screaming, hair splayed out in complete disarray, eyes rolled in the back of her head, mouth open wide with drool running down the corner, perky tits bouncing wildly
>“MOAR! MOAR! MOAR!”
>She’s so perfect
>You want more of her
>You keep fucking harder and harder
>Every muscle in your body burns but the euphoria your dick is experiencing is worth it
>You feel the pressure building in your stomach
>Her hands find your ass and grips hard
>“FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!”
>Her nails dig into your flesh and you feel liquid hit the surface as skin breaks
>It hurts so good
>A high pitched moan escape your lips
>All that pressure that has been building crashes down on you in one solid wave
>You feel liquid fluid shoot through your dick
>All the strength drains from your body in an instant
>You fall forward landing on the most supple skin you’ve ever felt
>Sweat clings to your hair and drips down your brow
>All you can hear is your own panting as you try to catch your breath
>You just came
>You just came in Rarity
>You’re a man now
>Rarity made you a man
>Your head is lifted up as Rarity holds your chin
>She’s smiling at you
>“Don’t go exhausting yourself just yet.  We’re just getting started Darling.”
*****
>You stand on the balcony letting the night air cool the sweat from your skin
>After the night’s activities this feels absolutely divine 
>You take another drag of your cigarette
>A dreadful habit
>One that you’ve thankfully managed to all but do away with
>Of course you could forgive yourself the occasional relapse
>After all there was nothing quite as satisfying a post coital cigarette now was there
>You walk back into your room and dispose of the evidence in vase of carnations
>A dim light fills your vision as your phone lights up
>You walk over to the vanity and read the caller I.D.
>You don’t answer it
>Instead you let it go to voicemail
>After a few moments have passes you hold the device to your ear let the message play
>“Hey Rares, it’s me AJ.  Look we ain’t seen Junior in three days and Ah’m real worried.  Ah’m callin’ cause Ah know he likes you, he looks up to you, and well Ah just want to know if you seen him.  And if you do see him please tell him that he ain’t in any trouble we just want him ta come home.  We just want know that he’s safe.  Call me back when ya can.”
>Oh AJ, the poor thing
>She sounds so distraught
>She must be absolutely torn up with anguish that she doesn’t know the whereabouts of someone so beloved
>She’s probably being tortured by a thousand anxieties about his safety
>And even worse she’s probably suffering from those soul crushing questions that always appear when the doubt has enough time to fester
>Did she cause this?
>Was it something she did or said?
>Was her love not enough?
>Was she not enough?
>You look over at the sleeping figure in your bed
>You’ll let AJ stew in those thoughts for a some time longer
>She’s earned it after all
>You make your way over and sit down next to him
>His chest slowly rises and lowers as he breaths deeply
>Of course eventually she’ll have to find out
>Find out how fragile the bonds of love we think are the strongest really are
>Find out how the hurt only a friend can give you never goes away 
>You trace his jawline with tip of your finger
>“rar… ity...”
>You’ve learned he has a tendency of mumbling in his sleep
>You smile
>All that can wait of course
>After all you have plenty of time and you plan on enjoying it