Every minute that Coco Pommel got to be around Rarity made him feel like nothing short of a princess. The young man had always been one of feminine features in the most extreme sense; delicate cheekbones and long lovely lashes, a slender waist and thin arms, and a pair of the softest lips that Canterlot High had ever seen. His pale cream colored flesh was a perfect match for his sea green hair, a color that seemed to change in tint depending on if he was standing in the sunlight or sitting patiently in class. He was a beautiful young man for a certainty; the sort that the girls in class could gaze at for hours wondering just how he got his complexion so smooth and the sort that boys struggled with often...conflicting thoughts when they looked at him. A perfectly sweet and delicate frame that came complete with a tender personality, a compassionate heart, and the creative soul of an artist with a flair for fashion.

It had been that particular spark that had brought him into Rarity’s arms several months ago. During a Home Economics class while most of the students were struggling with sewing two pieces of fabric together two of them were a cut above the rest; Coco Pommel and the eye catching Rarity. Coco’s own project that day had been an elegant blue blazer designed for a man with lace embroidery around the cuffs for flair, and while it was an impressive feat for a student his project couldn’t even compare to Rarity’s. The dramatic young woman had brought in her own fabric because “The school’s material simply won’t do, darling,” and proceeded to craft one of the prettiest dresses that anyone in class had ever seen. Layers of gold and white with just a dash of purple, support for a healthy bust with a line of sequins around the edge, and an entire backing that was a sheer, see-through lace. When Rarity had showed her mastercraft off to the class it was enough to make everyone there feel inferior when it came to their seamstress talents; up to and including the teacher. Most of them looked at their own work, whether it was a patch on a pair of jeans or a pocket added to a T-shirt, or in Rainbow Dash’s case a pair of sleeves she had somehow managed to sew together. They stared down at their own handiwork in disdain, with the exception of Coco Pommel.

He had simply stared, eyes wide and mouth agape, at the most radiant two things he had ever seen. That spectacular dress...and the woman that crafted it.

That had been months ago, and Coco Pommel’s life was now more glorious than he had ever imagined. Rarity had been so taken with his simple blazer that she had invited the young man to help out at what she proudly called her future storefront; a tiny little apartment she had named the Carousel Boutique. There it was where Rarity worked tirelessly on her garments and her style, with the intention of opening up to sell the finest fashions the very next day after graduating. After all, a young woman needed to have a clear plan for after high school. At the Carousel Boutique Rarity showed the beautiful Coco Pommel her dreams and her desires; sharing with the fair-skinned young man not only what she wanted from her store, but what she wanted from her life. Simple goals that were laced in elegance. Attainable, yet lofty.

She desired to be recognized. Recognized for her brilliant style, her impeccable handiwork, and her tireless dedication. She wanted to see young women from shore to shore wearing her finest outfits, to give them the experience of arriving in something that was as breathtaking as they were. She wanted to empower other girls through fashion and style, and to give them the simple yet wonderful thrill of smiling because they knew they looked absolutely lovely.

And for herself? What she desired in return? All Rarity truly craved was affection. The adulation of fans of her work, the companionship of her unique friends, and as Coco Pommel had learned shortly after his first day at Carousel Boutique, the love of a young man willing to be her flawless, perfect doll.

“Rarity, I’m here!” Coco Pommel called out, slipping into the front door of Carousel Boutique. It was an exciting evening for him; with his parents out of town for the weekend it was a chance to spend a few long days in Rarity’s presence. The two had already made plans to spend the weekend at her future store, working on designs and sharing a comfortable mattress that she had special ordered for the occasion. After all, one couldn’t simply cuddle all weekend on the floor. As Coco Pommel stepped into the shop further he looked around from side to side with eyes wide, a grand smile pressed to his lovely, soft lips. “...wow…”

It always managed to surprise him, just how hard Rarity worked. Every time he visited the store it seemed like there were more dresses to be enjoyed, more works in progress and more completed masterpieces that were ready for display. From the sexy to the chaste, the elegant to the seductive, even if Rarity opened the doors to her boutique that evening she would have more than enough to catch people’s eyes. As Coco Pommel stepped deeper into the room he paused long enough to reach out towards one of the nearest dresses, taking a hanging piece of lace and letting it slide between his fingers. The slow, sweet flow of the fabric was enough to make him smile and blush, for it was a sensation that he had come to know quite intimately thanks to the fashionista’s influence.

These days, not many people saw Coco Pommel as the beautiful young man that they once knew, but as the breathtaking, shy girl that replaced him. Ever since his time with Rarity began Coco Pommel had been lovingly encouraged to dress in a more ladylike fashion, to embrace the feminine features he had been blessed with and live as sweetly as he could. No more did he struggle to look at home in a T-shirt and jeans, instead taking more towards light shorts in pastel colors, cute dresses that dropped down to his calves, or spaghetti strap blouses that ended in long frills that matched the color of his hair. His already girlish nature had made the transition easy for everyone that mattered; from his parents to his friends to of course his beloved Rarity, and the smiles he received while walking down the street were charming, heartwarming, and sometimes even exciting. He felt more at home in lacy stockings pulled up to the middle of his thighs than he did in a full suit and tie, and that wasn’t even touching how he felt about the undergarments.

A noticeable blush crossed his cheeks as he teased his fingers over the lace of one of Rarity’s dresses. The caress of it wasn’t too much unlike what he was wearing right now, underneath the knee-length pleated skirt he had worn to school. Hiding between his legs a sheer grip of smooth green lace panties held him in place; keeping his member secured to his lap and keeping him in check. Just another thrill of being Rarity’s special companion. Putting aside his thoughts and aching desires of lace affection Coco Pommel finally pushed himself forward, arching a brow as he worked his way towards the back of the shop. He could hear movement from the back room and fully suspected it was Rarity; it wasn’t uncommon for the young woman to get so wrapped up in her work that she lost all track of time. The true masters were always so distracted.

“...Rarity?” Sure enough, as Coco Pommel poked his head out from around the corner and spoke her name, he caught sight of the elegant woman within her workshop. She was sitting at her desk in a sheer black pencil skirt and a white button up blouse, back turned as she worked tirelessly on a piece of deep blue material. It was difficult to tell just what she was working on, but Coco Pommel wasn’t even about to muster a guess. He’d see that elegance when it was completed. The young man cleared his throat as he stepped in a little further, his hands moving to smooth out the pleats in his skirt, intent on looking perfect for the girl. “Rarity, I’m here.”

The sound of the sewing machine slowed to a halt, that soft rhythmic pounding steadily dying down before finally ceasing. The long, gorgeous purple hair hanging down the back of Rarity’s head suddenly shifted as she flicked her head from side to side, likely trying to fluff it to its full glory before turning. When she finally did so she was just as Coco remembered her; absolutely flawless. White skin without a single blemish, a pair of red glasses perched on the tip of her nose to help with her slight farsightedness. A tape measure draped around her shoulders with a few pins threaded into the end of it, and one of the warmest smiles that Coco Pommel had ever seen. Rarity didn’t speak for the moment, moving instead to slowly rise from her chair and gently approach her friend. On flat black heels set against dark nylons leading up into her skirt Rarity drew close enough to Coco to reach for him, and her arms threaded around his shoulders as she pulled him near.

She held him like she were the man of the relationship; possessively and almost greedy in her embrace. Without a sound she squeezed that beautiful young man to her; pressing their chests together and burying her face in his sea green hair. While Coco Pommel allowed a tiny gasp of delight to ache from the back of his throat he could hear Rarity drawing in a breath, audibly enjoying the scent of her friend’s hair with a noise of absolute satisfaction. Her hands remained tight around him and she kept the young man locked to her closely, only managing to speak when Coco Pommel’s own arms moved to wrap about her waist.

“Darling, I missed you so dreadfully much.” Rarity practically oozed the words out in her most dramatic yet endearing voice, and when she pulled away she ensured that she didn’t go far. Her smooth palms spread to Coco’s cheeks as she tilted the young man’s head back, and looked into his soft eyes with a longing look riding in her own. Standing just a little taller than Coco it was an easy feat for her to stare longingly ahead, while at the same time leaning in just enough to add the threat of a kiss at any moment. A threat that Coco already found himself aching for, from his spaghetti straps to his kneesocks. Rarity’s voice was just as melodic and enchanting as ever, made even sweeter as she neared a whisper by the end of her thought. “I nearly feared I’d be stranded here all alone the entire weekend. How could you be so cruel to make me wait, hmm?”

She hadn’t been waiting. In fact, Coco Pommel was a half hour early. That didn’t stop her from being a wonderfully melodramatic tease, and it didn’t stop him from blushing vibrantly at the thought. He fidgeted idly in place as Rarity held him close, speaking up in a voice that was concerned and thoughtful, laced with the kindness that Rarity had come to know from him.

“I’m sorry, Rarity.” He whispered, even though there was nothing to be sorry about. “I had to get some things at home after school. Toothbrush, my sleeping mask, my change of clothe-”

“Pish posh!” Rarity scoffed at that last one, and her hands at Coco’s cheeks gently tightened with their fingers. Her fond caress turned into a sweetly playful pinch to both cheeks; not nearly enough to hurt, but enough to leave that blush on Coco’s cheeks a bit darker. Rarity beamed as she practically twirled out of Coco’s grip; dancing through her workshop to a rack of gorgeous dresses. “If there’s one thing you don’t need at a Carousel Boutique sleepover, it’s your own clothes! We’ll be wearing the finest fashions all weekend long! I’ve put together some breathtaking professional chic outfits for when we’re working tomorrow and Sunday, simply divine evening dresses for when we enjoy dinner in the city, and…” At that last thought she looked over her shoulder, her face half-veiled by silky purple hair but clearly sporting a mischievous smile. “...some of my most sensual work for when it’s time for bed. The only thing holding you tighter than the silk, my dear, is me.”

Whether from Rarity’s gaze or the sultry hint to her tone, Coco Pommel’s breath caught in his throat and he could feel himself more acutely pushing against the fabric of his lace panties. He struggled to swallow from the tightness within him and he practically shivered as Rarity allowed one hand to stretch out, letting those delicate white fingertips dance down his cheek once more. She spoke with the same doting and kind tone that she always used to address him, never sounding anything less than tender, affectionate, and utterly enthralled that she had such a sweet assistant always so eager to be at her call.

“Head off to the dressing room, my dear.” Rarity spoke softly, and bobbed her head back towards one of the doors leading off of her workshop. “You’ll find a little gift I’ve prepared for you. I’d like you to slip it on and join me in our makeshift bedroom as soon as you can.”

“Y-Yes, Rarity! That sounds lovely!” Coco Pommel beamed at that, and another wave of excitement went right through him. For a moment he stammered in place, his feet unable to find a measure of where to head next, and he nearly tripped over himself from nervous delight before he spun around and darted towards the dressing room. As he slipped inside and closed the door behind him Rarity simply watched in the direction her dear associate headed, drawing in the lingering scent of his perfume and savoring the thought of what was about to come next. She took joy in spoiling Coco Pommel, and from the giddy sounds that were muffled from within the dressing room it was clear that she had succeeded in doing so that evening.

Coco Pommel’s sounds were excited and delighted, a mix between giggling, gasping, and downright “squeeing” as Rarity’s friend Pinkie Pie would put it. As soon as he stepped into the dressing room his eyes fell on the gift Rarity had prepared for him, and it was every bit as spectacular as his wildest dreams could have mustered. Hanging there on a dress hook was the most elegant pink dress he had ever witnessed, a masterpiece among masterpieces, and the note attached to the front of it was enough to make his tender heart raced.

“You’re all mine, my sweet darling.” The note began, and completed just as joyfully. “And this is all yours. Enjoy, as I’ve enjoyed your company these past few months. Love, Rarity.”

Coco Pommel was glad in that moment that he had the closed door to protect him from Rarity’s vision, otherwise he would’ve been embarrassed by the tears that struck his cheeks just then. He looked quickly to the dressing room mirror and immediately wiped at the corners of his eyes, sniffling and taking long, deep breaths to help control his emotions. His makeup kit was outside the room in his travel bag, and it just wouldn’t do to return to Rarity with smeared lines or runny blush! As he tried to calm himself from the tears of joy that overwhelmed him he found strength instead in looking to the dress once more, focusing not on the sentiment for the moment, but the details. Details were distracting. Details were soothing. Details were what he needed to prevent his little tender heart from simply erupting from the joy and desire that filled him.

Slender shoulders with set with straps of smooth leather, the finest that he had ever seen and dyed a subtle pink. Those straps crossed several times over the shoulders and even down the back, leaving it mostly open save for those pink strips that crossed in a surprisingly intricate pattern. Wearing the dress would be like wearing an intriguing piece of art, and down the center of his slender back would be some of the most enchanting parts of all. Lines for people to trace with their eyes...or for Rarity to trace with her fingers, if she so desired. Those straps and sleeves flowed into a front that was perfectly tailored to Coco’s measurements, from a flat chest that wasn’t born with supple and flawless breasts like Rarity, to a slender waist that only made Coco’s body even more unique. As a boy that had always had features that were feminine and delicate and soft Coco had so often struggled finding the perfect fit on either spectrum; the clothes he had worn growing up were always too baggy and sagging around his frame, and once he had begun wearing women’s clothing for Rarity they seemed to take certain...assumptions. Assumptions he had breasts to go along with his delicate hips or his smooth shoulders, assumptions that he didn’t have something between his legs that needed to be neatly held back by lace or silk.

But this dress? This dress was flawless. From every blend of pink that went from the deep and rich to the smooth and delicate, from every sequin and gem that was worked into its construction, from the bobby pin that held a note that Coco Pommel would cherish...it was glorious. The detail was clear that Rarity had poured tireless hours over it, from the design phase to the moment she took needle to cloth. Coco Pommel took a deep breath to once more calm himself, and first reached out to pluck the note away from the front of the dress. He folded it twice before slipping it into a pocket of his current clothes, making a mental reminder to pluck the note from them before the next time he did laundry. It’d be something for his scrapbook, specifically in the particularly long Rarity chapter. Once he had it secured Coco Pommel turned his attention to stripp down out of his clothes, and moving to slither into the dress that his doting friend provided.

She thought of everything. From sheer pink nylons that smoothed up his legs to hitch at the center of his thighs, to a replacement pair of panties that were even more keen to grip his member than the last. It didn’t take long before easing into the new pair that he had already dampened them with a dot of precum from the front of his tip; a tip from a length that was only barely able to be contained by the garment. Coco Pommel wasn’t particularly large by any estimations, but the excitement he felt in that moment was intense. A gorgeous dress. An invitation to Rarity’s bed. A weekend alone with her.

Could...Could this be the night they finally…?

Coco swallowed his emotions down, shuddering from the mere thought. It was certainly a delightful daydream, but no part of him genuinely believed that it would happen. As he dressed himself further in that gorgeous garment he gently chided himself with a smile, pushing the thoughts into his mind that Rarity adored him...just not that way. She loved him to hold. To cuddle. To dress up. She loved him as her assistant, as her friend, and as something that flirted between the role of a lover and a teddy bear. But certainly, she didn’t want...that.

As Coco Pommel finished getting dressed he turned to face himself in the mirror, a wide smile on his features. He spun on a stocking-clad heel; shoes being the only thing Rarity chose to leave out thanks to his bed-bound destination. As he spun the pink lace and silk practically danced around him, showcasing every feminine angle and every gentle curve. He looked as much like a gorgeous star of the screen as he ever did in that moment, and there was no one...whether they knew him before his Rarity days or no, that could deny he was a truly beautiful woman. The clothes might not entirely make the man...or woman, in that case, but they definitely helped towards that goal. It was a dress that allowed Coco to embrace a dream he didn’t even know he had until he met Rarity, and as he studied himself in the mirror one last time his heart rapidly began to race.

It didn’t matter if Rarity merely wanted to hold him all night. He could hold back his own urges. He could even endure the sometimes aching press of his length against a pair of panties. If it meant being near her, being embraced, getting to smell her perfume and squeeze his arms around her waist...he was still the happiest he had ever been. Being Rarity’s doll, her gorgeous little dress up pet, was still the greatest pleasure he could ever know.

It was with excitement, joy, and grace that Coco Pommel slipped outside of the room and made his way towards the makeshift bedroom.

It would be hard to tell that the room that held the mattress had been intended for anything but. Rarity had set aside one of the rooms of the Carousel Boutique to decorate as a full bedroom to share with her darling Coco, and even though the mattress itself sat on the floor without box springs or a frame, it only made it look more lavish and exotic. Rarity had designed the room to resemble something akin to a lavish harem; filled with pillows that were as comfortable as they were beautiful, laying blankets that were a joy to walk on and be embraced in, and a few tapestries hanging from the wall that worked to tint the light of dim lamps behind them. She had applied her knack for style and appearance to that room, taking what could have been a simple work rest area and making it into a place that could have been a den of comfort or passion, depending on her desires in that moment.

Coco Pommel had found his way there via a trail of rose petals; a trail that had begun just outside the dressing room door that weren’t there before. Rarity had fallen into that sweet romantic trope the second Coco Pommel had went to go get dressed, leaving a delicate dusting of those lovely petals all the way towards the bedroom. The lights had been turned down and there was even a sweet aroma in the air; the result of a light incense that was burning at the front of her makeshift bedroom. Coco followed those rose petals and the scent of warm delight as he padded his way towards it, and as soon as he slipped around the doorway his heart beat at a wild, rapid pace as his eyes fell on what he saw.

The room itself was gorgeous, lavish, and a place he believed he could happily live in for decades. But right then, he barely even noticed it. Instead, his eyes were upon the woman lying in wait for him on the bed...his mistress, his goddess, his beloved Rarity.

“The dress suits you gloriously, dear.” Rarity simply cooed, and licked her lips in pointed fashion. “You’re of course free to enjoy it wherever you like...but I certainly am glad it was me that got the chance to enjoy seeing you in it first. It’s like being the first person to see a completed work of art.”

Rarity’s words were romantic. Sweet. Tender. But Coco Pommel could only barely hear them against the throbbing backdrop of shock. His eyes remained wide and his throat remained tight, and he stood there in the doorway quivering within that dress. Rarity’s praise was appreciated but only barely heard and even less understood, simply because right then and there...Coco Pommel didn’t have that capacity. He couldn’t do anything more deep or complicated than simply stand there and stare. Stare at Rarity. Stare at his goddess. Stare at...what she was wearing.

Rarity was laying on the bed waiting for Coco, there for presentation as she rested on one side. Her long white legs were casually draped across each other as she held her chin in one hand, making sure every angle of her front was on display. Knee-high leather boots were held in intricate triple laces and were polished to a fine shine, and rising from their cuffs were a pair of sheer nylons that much like Pommel’s own met the middle point of Rarity’s thighs. She wore a pair of panties that were a purple to match the color of her hair, lace trimming around every side with a tiny heart of a softer purple color squarely in the center. Rarity’s slender belly was fully exposed without a trace of fabric to hide its sight, though her breasts were wrapped in a bra similar to her panties. The same color that matched her hair, the same softer purple hearts pressed against their centers, the same lace frill that ran around the edges. Though she didn’t wear gloves she still wore black bracers made of leather that covered her entire forearms; after all, every mistress needed at least a little bit of leather coverage. Her shoulders were left bare but dancing across Rarity’s throat was a simple cover of the finest sheer material much like that of her nylons; starting at just underneath her chin and ending where her throat met her shoulders. Every angle of the woman was there for Coco Pommel’s view, and if the young man had any question as to whether that night would contain moments more intimate between them, they were answered almost immediately.

Rarity would have to be a cruel, cruel mistress to dress like that and not offer up pleasures of the flesh...and Rarity was never anywhere near cruel. If the world mistress even applied to a woman so gentle and loving she was certainly the kindest of them all; showering Coco in affection and tenderness and more warm embraces than the young man could fathom. The closest Rarity had ever come to striking or hurting her pretty boy pet was when excitement at seeing him would overtake her, and she’d squeeze him just a little too hard in a sudden hug. It was a “pain” that he was always happy to endure, from the delight of knowing she was so eager to be near him to the more primal, visceral pleasure of having those glorious breasts squeezed against his body. And now those breasts were nearly on display, along with that smooth belly and those long legs, and the tiny nestle of Rarity’s privates behind her panties. All those spectacular sights were Coco Pommel’s to enjoy, and Rarity was beckoning him closer with her fingers curling towards herself.

“Come to me, darling.” She cooed an order that was subtle and sweet and impossible to resist, even before Rarity smoothly licked her lips. “It’s well past time we stop dancing around the affection we have for each other, don’t you think?”

“Y...Yes, Rari...Mistr...uh…” Coco Pommel staggered forward, still a little stunned at it all. The comfortable embrace of that flawless dress, the sight of Rarity before him, and the heaviest weight of arousal he had ever felt. His member practically ached against his panties, and as he lowered himself down to his knees on the mattress he searched for a word to summarize her. Calling her by name hardly felt appropriate considering all she had done, and Mistress sounded like too weak of an honorific. As Coco Pommel finally slid further he found the only word he could think of, the only word that could rise from his throat that described how he felt about Rarity in that moment. “G...Goddess…”

“Oh darling, I hardly think I’d go that far.” Rarity cooed, and as Coco drew near allowed her fingertips to ease underneath the young man’s chin. “But far be it for me to tell you what to say. You can call me whatever you like over the next two days, provided those lovely lips of yours are only for me. Does that sound fair?”

“...every part is only for you.” Coco whispered, soon finding himself wrapped up in Rarity’s embrace. In his full gorgeous dress he openly pressed against the woman, feeling her slender body against his own and savoring the twist of the fabric over his body. As Rarity drew in close to press a kiss to Coco’s cheek the young man practically sobbed out a whimper, his joy once more nearly pushing him to the point of tears. “Every...every part...I belong to you…”

“Then I have everything I could ever want.” Rarity whispered at the edge of Coco’s ear, without a trace of deceit within her tone. Her hands moved over her dress up doll’s shoulders in the most appreciative fashion, swinging down his arms only to take his hands in her own. She interlocked their fingers and squeezed them nice and tight, nestling her forehead to the young man’s as she offered yet another whisper. “There’s some surprises in store for you, darling. But you trust me, yes?”

“With everything I have.” Coco Pommel whispered and nodded without hesitation. He had no idea just what secrets Rarity could have that might make him anything less than filled with desire, filled with affection for the woman that he adored so. “I...I love you...so much...you’re everything to me, Rarity, I…” When the emotion started to creep into him even deeper his eyes even started to mist, though Rarity was there to save both his tender heart the embarrassment, and the appearance of his makeup. Her fingers moved to let a thumb slide away those tears, and to seal them away for the evening she kissed the corner of each eye with a tender, affectionate smooch. Each kiss was a promise that his emotions were important to her, that his love...his tears...his dedication was nothing short of her most serious responsibility and her greatest treasure.

“No matter what happens between us tonight, my precious Coco Pommel…” She whispered, letting her fingers slide down his cheeks and along his throat. She let them glide until the straps of his dress that she had made, tracing them just as she knew she would with a delicate touch. “Your goddess loves you. And she will do everything in her power to show you as much.”

...if he was really determined to call her a goddess, then who was she to argue?

For the next half hour, the time between the two was nothing short of a collection of their greatest cuddling moments. Rarity and Coco Pommel worked in the art of tender snuggling and spooning the way they worked with fabric; with an artist’s eye for attention and the soul of a truly dedicated master. Every touch between the two was both spontaneous and rehearsed in the same moment; tracing familiar curves that were always exciting no matter how many times they were touched. Rarity’s boots were the hardest thing between them and even they felt thrilling against Coco Pommel’s calves as they intermingled their legs and pressed close and lovingly together, the dress swirling around them both as they drew closer and closer. Rarity’s hands at first moved for both pleasure and for purpose; as excited to lay her fingers on her lover as she was to feel how he fit in the dress. It didn’t surprise her that it was a perfect fit, and more than once she made Coco Pommel blush as she praised him not just for his sweetness and his beauty, but for the fact that he was among the prettiest women she had ever known.

“You’re a flawless, refined lady.” Rarity whispered as she let her fingers dance down Coco’s spine, making him shudder and ache beneath his panties. “The very thing of dreams, my beautiful, sweet girl.” Words that would’ve made most men irate and indignant echoed without Coco Pommel with great desire and profound passion, and he nodded eagerly at each whispered note. He was indeed Rarity’s girl; her dress up doll, his entire body there for her to garnish in lace, leather, silk...whatever she desired to see him in. He relished being Rarity’s woman as much as he relished his next breath, and when Rarity praised him for doing such a fine job at femininity it made him want to hold her all the closer.

Coco Pommel didn’t speak much as the two continued to cuddle and hold each other, but it wasn’t for lack of desire. Every time he tried he found his voice stolen away, either because Rarity was caressing him in a distracting fashion over his shoulders or his belly, or because there were so few words that he could use to properly tell Rarity how much she meant to him. He could praise her endlessly, call her a goddess and completely mean it, even sing of her glory and shout how much he desired her, but it never seemed adequate. Thankfully she wasn’t a demanding mistress as far as such things were concerned, and the blush on his cheeks and the gasps from his lips were more than enough. She would gobble up those gasps when she caught them; sneaking in for long teasing kisses that left their tongues brushing against each other and their breath shared for just an instant, and each time she pulled away the same teasing smile would be traced upon her lips. She knew that things were coming that Coco Pommel didn’t quite yet realize...and she was enjoying the thrill of waiting. Waiting before things became truly intimate between them. Waiting until she made love to him for the first time. Waiting...for her secret surprise to be unveiled.

The dress was a lovely gift, but it wasn’t a surprise. After all, Rarity was in the business of the finest fashion, so anyone could predict that she’d make a present of a glorious garment for someone that she cared about. The true surprise for Coco Pommel that evening came as Rarity moved a hand down to his wrist, and she gently began to pull his touch to where her panties laid. She pressed her mouth to the edge of his ear and offered a sweet and loving whisper, complete with a tender kiss to his lobe and a warm breath that spoke of her deep arousal.

“Take my panties off, my precious, precious treasure.” She whispered, leaning back enough to make it easy for Coco to do so. “It’s time you get to experience all of your goddess.

Coco didn’t realize just how very much that was until, with trembling hands and a heated blush, he pulled those silky garments down.

It was mystifying to the young man how such a massive thing could hide within a pair of seemingly normal panties. When it first fell out from Rarity’s lap Coco Pommel didn’t quite know what to make of it; his head immediately sent to spinning as he processed it. As soon as that thin fabric was pulled down Rarity’s thighs it made its presence known; flopping out like it had been hiding there the entire time but was kept at bay by some odd force of nature. Never did Coco have a hint that between Rarity’s legs there was something hiding that other girls simply didn’t possess, but now the proof was there in front of him and the entire time his mistress, his goddess, only watched his reaction. Her lips were turned to a smooth smile and she even lowered a hand to the back of her darling’s head, petting through his locks of sea green hair as he took in the sight of it.

“It’s a little gift I was left with after all that trouble back at Canterlot High so long ago.” The woman mused, looking down to her lap. “Downright...divine and equine, isn’t it?”

Equine was certainly accurate. The member that Rarity was hiding between her legs looked like it was somehow placed on her own lap instead of a more fitting horse’s. The tip was flat and wide and the shaft was remarkably long; standing straight up now as it was the center of all the attention. At the base of it a heavy sack rested, waiting to be caressed, and that enormous white member practically begged to be fondled. Held. Maybe even enjoyed in deeper fashion. Coco Pommel’s color had rushed to his cheeks as he knelt there staring at it, his eyes open wide and his lips parted. He was still holding his hands at Rarity’s panties at the midpoint of her thighs, just above her nylons, and now that member was drifting ever so close to his face. When it gently swung to give him a soft “kiss” on the cheek with its heated girth he finally snapped back to his senses, looking up at Rarity with a stunned expression on his face.

“Rarity, I...I...it’s...oh my...it’s…”

“I know, darling. It’s simply wonderful, isn’t it?” Rarity arched a brow, and allowed one of her hands to take control. She let her fingers wrap around the shaft as she gave it a slow and steady pump; pulling up and down along the length as she rocked into her own grip. A noise of contentment slipped from the back of her throat, yet there was still a frustrated sadness clinging to her voice as she continued. “But it’s dreadfully difficult sometimes, dear. Whatever happened gave myself and my friends these...remarkable attachments, but...it’s been lonely. And as you can tell, it’s...a demanding sort.” She tilted her head, and looked gently, lovingly, at Coco. “...would you be so kind as to help me, dear Coco? Is this too much for your goddess to ask?”

If Coco Pommel had any reservations at all, they would’ve been immediately swallowed up in that moment. He took a deep breath and settled his nylon clad knees against the bed, moving his hands up from Rarity’s thighs to her lap. He pressed in close, his head lifting up so he could catch the woman’s gaze with his own, and when he spoke it was with a bold tone that was utterly devoid of any fear or hesitation.

“...there’s nothing too much for you, Rarity.” He whispered, meaning every last word spoken from his pretty, pale lips. A simply gaze down reminded him just what a heavy girth he was about to endure, and a tiny shudder came through him...this time from arousal. “Though I...I don’t know where to begin. It’s so big, and...and I’m not sure I can--”

“My lovely treasure, I have the perfect thought.” Rarity mused, and one of her hands slipped to the side. She collected her fingers around a tiny object lying on the nightstand, and as she continued she let her other grip fall under Coco’s chin. She coaxed the young man’s face closer to lift him up towards her, and when she spoke it was with the demure and sophisticated tone she always used. “You like kissing me, yes? Is it your favorite thing in the world?”

“Of course it is, Rarity!” Coco Pommel again didn’t hesitate, dreamily sighing at just the mere thought. “Kissing you is...is...wow…”

“Well then, that’s all you’re doing, dear. Kissing me.” Rarity beamed, and her free hand started to drift forward. “On my present. All over it. Sweet, sweet, sweet Coco kisses. That’s what I want. Kissy face, dear?” Coco Pommel did just that; pursing his lips as if he were about to receive one. Instead, Rarity drew forward with a tube of expensive and smooth lipstick, the same pretty color as Coco’s hair. “Hold still, sweetest love.”

Coco sighed; a smile tugging at the corner of his kissing lips as Rarity applied his makeup. A solid line that was smoothly administered across his bottom lip, and another that moved over the top. When the lipstick was applied he naturally pressed his lips together to ensure that it was secure and he was as pretty as he could be with it, and when his eyes opened again he was greeted not only by Rarity’s loving gaze but by the woman’s sweet instructions.

“Paint it with your lips.” She whispered, gesturing towards her throbbing white member. “Kiss marks upon kiss marks. When the lipstick wears off...you’ll be ready for the next step. Does that sound good to you?”

“...mmm...yes, Rarity. Mistress. Goddess.” Coco Pommel gave a dreamy sigh, and practically melted on the spot. He turned towards the girl’s lap and once more let his eyes dance over that impressive length; from the heavy base to the throbbing tip, flat and wide just like a horse’s. Rarity’s member was impressive and intimidating, but he could handle it. He had a brave heart, a fresh dose of lipstick, and the love of the finest woman he had ever met. There was nothing he couldn’t handle to bring Rarity pleasure. When he next opened his mouth it was to lay a long and loving kiss on Rarity’s shaft, and the steady worship of her secret fully began.

Rarity simply smiled, and rested back on the bed while her pet, her friend, her lover worked. It was good for her secret to finally be revealed, and it was good to have his lips upon her. She had wanted that moment for a long, long time...and it was finally here.

The time that Coco Pommel stopped being merely her cuddle pet, and the time he became much, much more to her.

The very first kiss that Coco Pommel offered to his goddess’ length was just underneath the tip of it, pressing flush against the shaft with an inviting mouth and an open heart. His eyes had drifted closed once more as he let his lips rest over her length, his very first taste of something so intimate. It was an experience he would remember forever; from the unexpected warmth that ran through all of Rarity’s impressive length to the fact that it actively throbbed against his touch. As he leaned in to kiss it his hands moved to glide back and forth along the stretch of inches offered up to him; one of his hands fondly petting his ladylike digits down Rarity’s shaft while the other moved to cradle the hefty weight of her sack. Every touch was sweet and affectionate, and every second seemed to last for an eternity. It was enough to make his heart race and his head to spin, and from that very first kiss Coco knew that he was practically addicted. The excitement that surged within him was impossible to deny, as was the satisfaction that Rarity took from it. And when his eyes opened while his lips were still pressed against that equine sculpt of flesh he saw Rarity looking down at him, an expression of absolute joy etched across her features.

That, if nothing else, was enough to make him soar. Coco Pommel left a bright kiss mark on Rarity’s shaft when he pulled away, a smooch outlined in lipstick that would linger on her white shaft. Without hesitation he moved forward to press a second lower on the woman’s length, and already he was groaning at the renewed flavor on his mouth. This time his kiss came with the faintest touch of his tongue; a tiny wet spot that pressed in around the otherwise innocent kiss. More sighs of delight from Rarity, and more of his own heart rapidly racing and beating at a frantic, intense pace. He wasn’t even sure his poor delicate and timid heart could endure a third or fourth or beyond, and yet by the same token he knew that his desires wouldn’t let him stop. Not at three or four or twenty-seven or eighty-six. Maybe not ever.

The kisses continued, long and sensitive moments where he let that lipstick leave its mark on Rarity’s shaft. He kissed her up and down along that glorious length while the fashionista simply laid back and enjoyed his delicate affections, the entire time her member pulsing and aching from delight. Rarity allowed one of her hands to pull its fingers into Coco’s hair but not once did she control the young man’s actions, allowing him to go at his own pace as he became more and more comfortable with their unique situation. Coco was precious to her; as precious as fashion and style itself, and she certainly wouldn’t want to do anything that would push his boundaries past a point of comfort. She was already asking so very much of him, and he was already delivering more than she could’ve ever hoped. Each kiss against the side of her length was proof of Coco Pommel’s love for her, painted in sea green lipstick alongside a throbbing wall. When Coco looked up for a glimpse of his mistress’ eyes Rarity was sure to give him the kindest and most loving of looks, as well as a tiny wink or blowing him a kiss of her own. Anything to keep the bond between them strong, anything to keep that glorious evening going.

Soon Coco had become even more adventurous with his kisses, a sure sign that he was indeed becoming comfortable with the task headed his way. He was kissing at his mistress’ thighs before moving to press his mouth again and again against her sack, leaving the same lipstick marks where she churned with desire and want. One particularly noticeable smooch mark was left just where her shaft met the beginning of her sack, an area that twitched with sensitivity and raw hunger for the young man’s body. Rarity herself was even left to audibly gasp as she felt that particular kiss, her fingers drawing tight within the sheets of the bed and her back arching forward. When she caught her breath she allowed her voice to flow into the room once more, continuing her fond praise of the young man that mean so very much to her.

“Swing around a little this way, darling.” She finally whispered, beckoning him to kneel where she could reach him. “I can’t be the only one that’s burning this hot, can I?” It was a whispered promise that soon he’d find Rarity’s attentions at his own member, and that thought shuddered inside of him with a heavy weight. Coco simply nodded, and with a thin bead of spit connecting his lips to the centerpoint of Rarity’s shaft began to swing himself closer to the woman he cared so much for. The flawless dress that Coco wore around his feminine frame shuffled about him as he moved, gracefully sweeping along him while he pulled himself into his new position. It must have been styled from the ground up to be something one could wear during bedroom shenanigans, since every step the garment never twisted in an uncomfortable way and it continued to embrace him with the same fluid grip as a pool of soothing water. It always fit perfectly, it always looked gorgeous, and it always made him feel like the woman he was. Rarity’s woman. Her willing, hungry, aching woman.

Soon Coco Pommel’s knees once more settled against the bed, and he faced Rarity’s shaft from a new position. He was kneeling forward in such a way that his waist was pushing against Rarity’s midsection, his head dropping into her lap as he faced the far wall. It was a delicate tradeoff; Rarity could no longer see her beloved’s face as he continued his quest to smear her with makeup, but finally she could reach out to caress him. One hand moved out to those pink straps crossing over his back, dancing fingertips over the spots of exposed flesh and making him shudder. The other moved even lower, swirling around the impossibly tight, glorious sculpt of his rear.

It was...just as wonderful as Rarity had envisioned it. Over the past few months she had certainly snuck a few glances and even a few gropes into their relationship, whether it was her hand “slipping” while sizing him for dresses or simply giving his rump a squeeze and playing it off as a joke. Now she unabashedly explored it, gripped it, worshipped it with her touch, and there was no doubt that sooner or later, it would be hers. Just like his mouth, his tender rear would become a hiding place for her throbbing white shaft. Whether it was that night or the next morning or even weeks from now...however long Coco Pommel needed, however long he needed to prepare himself for her weight. But that perfect rump, that tight little hole...it would certainly be hers, and it would be every bit as much a home for her as Carousel Boutique. Neither party that evening had any doubt about that.

While Rarity explored his rump through the fabric of the dress, Coco Pommel threw himself deeper into his work. The kisses were becoming longer now, the licks more adventurous, and his growing hunger for his mistress’ member was building second by second. There was nothing about it that he feared anymore, nothing about it that made him burn with anything less than tremendous desire. Rarity’s noises of delight were a perfect melody to encourage him to keep working, and beyond that the taste was addicting and the feel of her throbbing against his mouth was soothing. When he kissed her shaft and he felt it pulse with desire it was a reminder to Coco just how much his mistress loved him, just how much she enjoyed the company, the charm, and the mouth of her precious dress up doll. Her treasure, her woman, and by Rarity’s own estimation...her everything.

“...Mistress, I love you so much…” Coco found himself whimpering mere seconds before he took the final push forward, and wrapped his mouth around the tip of Rarity’s shaft. It was the first he had ever properly pushed around it, the lipstick now smearing down the shaft as he pushed his head forward. It was a massive member that he knew from the very beginning that he wouldn’t be able to take much of; he was still new to such things and Rarity was so, so enormous. But as the fashionista groaned in uncontrollable joy and Coco Pommel squeezed himself forward, he found that he was accomplishing more than he would’ve thought. He couldn’t take her to the hilt; at least not yet, but when his eyes opened and he looked in the distant mirror across the room, he was surprised to see that his lips were smeared at the centerpoint of Rarity’s member.

It felt like much, much more. His throat was full and his cheeks were puffed out from her girth, and he couldn’t even take a breath without it being sealed shut by her impressive length. He couldn’t swallow, and even his tongue was flattened out to the bottom of his mouth underneath it. Still, he gave Rarity’s shaft a warm, wet place to hide for a few seconds, and it was a moment he was enormously proud of. When Rarity’s moan subsided the fashionista practically shuddered from glee, and her voice followed as she gave Coco a smooth pet across the back of his head.

“Oh, darling, I simply knew you’d be a natural!” She cooed, showering more love and affection upon him. “Take as much as you can muster, lovely! Every piece of me is for you, my dear!”

Words that only encouraged him forward. With a brave look crossing Coco’s features he continued to work, eyes closing and throat tightening as he started to pull back. A few inches of his head pulling up brought Rarity’s weighty head into his mouth once more, and he flickered his tongue back and forth over the tip. It wasn’t until he pushed back down and again let that head flow into his throat that he was able to process the lingering flavor on his tongue, the nectar that he had collected during that tiny licking session. It was...unique. Different from the taste of her shaft, gooey in texture, and utterly intoxicating.

It was the beginning of a new addiction he would soon learn that would be satisfied in waves.

Rarity was drawing near her release, that much was true, and she was intent on making sure she wasn’t the only one making a mess that evening. One of her hands had swept around the side of Coco’s waist to slink underneath the edge of that pretty pink dress, moving to where his rump was lifted and he was braced on his knees. It was there that her white fingers found the bundle of his shaft packed inside of the panties she had provided him; a lacy embrace that was holding back a member that was selfless yet surging for release. The poor boy...so hard, so throbbing, he was practically aching for release. All of that turmoil hiding within his panties, and he hadn’t even said a word, such was his desire to please his mistress. Rarity just cooed sweetly, and her hand moved to press against his length through that sweet, soft fabric.

“At Carousel Boutique, I naturally strive to keep my store impeccably clean.” Rarity mused with a smile, her member starting to pulse and shudder. “But I think, given the circumstances...it would be a lovely idea if we made a mess together. Isn’t that right, my love?”

Coco Pommel couldn’t answer. He could barely even think. All he could do as he knelt there in Rarity’s finest dress was keep sucking her member as his body was wrapped up in a pleasure that was nothing short of staggering.

Rarity was only gently fondling him, but it was more than enough. Her white fingers were petting back and forth over Coco’s length as it remained packed within his panties, teasing the throbbing weight only barely held back within that garment. Her touch was delicate and loving and it was teasing something that had been aching from desire for far too long; not just that evening but within every cuddling session and every kiss the two had shared. Coco Pommel loved Rarity desperately, but it was undeniable that he had lusted after her just as much. How could he not? She was so sweet smelling, so beautiful, and so utterly soft to the touch. Now it was her touch that was driving him into a flurry of passion, and it only made him all the hungrier as he sucked down on her thick, delicious length.

They both hit their peaks at nearly the same time, just as Rarity had requested. Her own climax came a split second after Coco’s own, and was undeniable helped by the delight she experienced when her dearest pet hit his peak. She could feel his member throb against his panties, feel his thighs shiver and shake, and experience the joy of his mouth vibrating on her own wet shaft. He flooded his panties; utterly flooded them! His length pulsed with rope after rope of white that filled those pretty lacy panties up with cream, letting it swirl all around his sack and soak into the delicate garment. Before long Rarity could feel his cream squeezing out in between the same of fabric and his thighs, shivering down his pale legs and openly accepting to her touch. It was there, with his leaked cum on her pale white fingers, that Rarity found her own sudden release.

Even she, the mistress so utterly in control, was surprised with how intense it was. She knew her sack was churning with release and that her member was soon ready to spurt, but when it all began she was left speechless and staggered by the potency and the payload. The first spurt of it was enough to make Coco’s adorable cheeks puff out, and if it weren’t for Coco’s greedy reflex to swallow it likely would’ve splattered right then and there. Instead that first burst of nectar was suddenly gulped by a natural reflex, and Coco’s voice made a noise of delight and contentment as he savored the taste of his goddess’ bliss. The second, third, fourth, and fifth squirts weren’t quite so easy for him to gobble up; however, and soon the thrashing of Rarity’s length became less of a meal and more of a piece of art. Coco did his beloved best, swallowing up as much of it as he could, but ultimately Rarity’s member was shaking too hard to manage and her horselike length was delivering a payload of cum that matched its appearance. It spurted over Coco’s face and painted his pretty features with white, shot into his sea green hair and made it stick to his face, and utterly bathed his throat and chest in its warmth. She came over that gorgeous dress just as she came over her beloved pet, but she didn’t regret either. What good was a dress you could never afford to do get dirty? What good was a beautiful pet like Coco Pommel if he couldn’t be enjoyed?

Rarity was in a state of transcendent bliss as she came, her member throbbing and pulsing load after load. Coco did his best to slurp up all he could, swallowing mouthful after mouthful of his mistress’ cum without even being asked to do so. Surely the warmth he felt at his own lap was enough to encourage him to gobble it up quicker, for even still Rarity’s fingers kept teasing and delighting him through his cum-filled garments. Eventually Rarity’s length began to subside, and as it softened Coco was finally left to contend with the mess in front of him. His face was a lost cause covered in cum, his hair a mess of cream, and even his gorgeous dress was soaked. Rarity’s lap was holding a pool of cum that he readily dropped his face down towards, pursing his lips and sucking it up like lapping up the edge from a bowl of soup. It was a loyal and eager gesture, showing not just his desire for more of Rarity’s flavor but to show how utterly he was in love with his mistress. Something he never needed to prove, but something he was always eager to offer.

“Mmm. Coco dear, that was simply glorious.” Rarity whispered, petting his sack again through his panties. She let her fingers trace along the thin lines of fabric against his thighs, collecting the cum that was oozing down his pale legs. She let that nectar glaze her fingertips, savoring the warm texture against her touch. “I do believe you are nothing short of perfect, darling. Thank you for giving me your love.”

Coco Pommel looked up, his features smeared with cream and his brow lined with just a hint of sweat. He gazed up at his glorious mistress, his beloved Rarity, the woman that was as generous in spirit as she was copious in payload. As Rarity ushered him to rest Coco found his cheek laying in Rarity’s lap; cheek in a pool of cum with the fashionista’s flaccid member hanging nearby and occasionally twitching with a sign of life. As Rarity fondled and caressed her lover she allowed a single finger to drift forward, tracing over Coco’s lips and allowing the young man to kiss sweetly across the tip.

“I love you too, Mistress.” Coco whispered, face half-obscured in white, but smiling nonetheless. “And I want to do...e...everything. Everything with you. Please…?”

“In due time, my treasure.” Rarity cooed sweetly, and allowed her fingers to fully brush down Coco’s cheek. She licked her lips and gazed fondly at her lover, studying him for a long moment and dwelling on just how intensely she loved him. In the morning there would no doubt be explanations; explanations as to why she was endowed as she was, or how well her panties hid her length, but...those moments could wait. For now, Rarity only wanted to bask in the sweet affections of her cum-stained pet, her lover, her dress up doll. Her woman, who was as ladylike and delicate and feminine as anyone that was born into the art.

Her beautiful Coco Pommel, whom she loved desperately and with tremendous passion.

The mistress could’ve readily sat there the entire evening, studying her lover’s face as he sweetly, tenderly fell asleep within her cum-covered lap. And when that moment finally came, it was exactly what she did.