“I swear, Rainbow Dash. How you’ve taken the simplest of tasks and turned it into nothing short of...of...a catastrophe!” Rarity held the back of her hand to her forehead, and offered an overdramatic sigh. It was enough that most of their Home Ec class turned to look towards the pair, which in turn made Rainbow Dash slink back even more. The athlete had many talents and was at home in all sorts of environments, but that afternoon in class she was proving that she didn’t belong anywhere near a needle and thread.

“C’mon, Rarity, it’s not so bad!” Dash held up the pair of shorts she had been working on for her mid-year project. “I mean, the pocket’s a little crooked, but-”

“Rainbow Dash, dear, if the very beginning and end of this garment’s problems were the pocket, then that would be one thing.” Rarity arched a brow, and held it aloft. “But this...this is...gracious! The inseam isn’t sewn anywhere near correct, the waistband’s threading looks like it was done on a machine that was half-broken, and...and…” Her eyes went wide as she noticed one more crucial flaw, holding up the shorts for display purposes. “Dash! One of these legs doesn’t even have a hole in it!”

“Oh, yeah! I knew I forgot something!” Dash snatched the shorts from Rarity’s hand and grabbed a piece of scissors, readily turning her attention to correct the error. She jammed the point of the scissors into the closed leg of the shorts and started to snip, making a terribly frayed edge and further compounding her sins against fashion. Rarity was so stricken by the loss of fabric and the callous disregard that Dash had for the art that she quite nearly fell back in a dramatic faint; feeling lightheaded and weak in her knees that anyone could be so callous and crass. But as she held her head to her hand and began the precursory wobbling to show just how upset she was, something caught the corner of her eye and drew her attention across the room.

“Rainbow Dash, I, I simply can’t believe you’re so brutish, I---” Even her voice trailed off, her eyes opening wider and wider as she saw a spot of hope there within the Home Ec room. Soon her hand was leaving her brow to reach down and grasp Rainbow Dash’s elbow, holding gently onto it to draw her friend’s attention. Her voice was laced with nothing short of fascination and wonder, her eyes still transfixed across the room. “Rainbow Dash, who’s that over there?”

“Huh?” Dash blinked; lifting her head up from her work. Across the room there was a girl loudly soapboxing while standing on her desk, extolling the virtues of edible dresses with frosting for lace and candy buttons. “...that’s Pinkie Pie. You’ve been friends with her for yea-”

“Dash I know who Pinkie Pie is!” Rarity quickly scolded her friend, before scooping her hands up to her cheeks and turning her head forward. She turned Dash’s gaze to the focus of her own eyes; a sweet looking young man with sea green hair, a narrow and delicate frame, and eyes downcast towards a lovely blue blazer that he was diligently working on. “Him! Who’s that?”

“Oh.” Dash shrugged, and after shaking her head free of Rarity’s delicate palms went right back to her work with a casual, lazy tone to her voice. “That’s Coco Pommel. Think he’s new? Or maybe just in a year behind us.”

“He...is...talented.” Rarity had mused aloud that afternoon, rubbing her chin as she gazed into the distance. The stitching, the lacing, the trim of his project. He had skilled hands to match those beautiful features, and carried himself with a grace and elegance that was understated and sweet. The fashionista felt her heart race from nearly the first second she allowed her eyes to drop on him, and drew a deep breath before slipping past Rainbow Dash. “I’m going to go introduce myself properly.”

“Yeah, sure, whatever.” Dash wasn’t even paying attention; at least not to Rarity. While the fashionista made her way across the room Dash was still fidgeting with the lost cause of the shorts she had made, only looking up again when she heard more noise from across the room. “Pinkie Pie, no, that’s silly! You can’t lace your sneakers with licorice, you’ll never get enough grip for when you’re sprinting!”

Months later, and Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie were still having almost daily debates about the efficacy of sweet-enhanced athletic gear. It was a conversation they would have for months longer, but Rarity had long since bowed out of the discussion. She had taken all she wanted from that day there in Home Ec, and it was curled up on the bed sleeping quite peacefully. Curled up with a hand tucked underneath his head and his legs pulled up near his chest the beautiful Coco Pommel was dozing; his sea green hair keeping a surprising shape throughout the night. It was still as soft and full and lovely as it was when they had gone to bed, and Rarity was delighting letting her fingers dance through it while she watched the young man sleep. One hand played with Coco’s hair while the other kept a firm grip on the handle of her mug of coffee; sipping casually as she simply...relished in the morning.

It had been a big night, revealing to Coco Pommel the truth of her nature. Now the fashionista was relaxing in the bed wearing nothing more than a half-open silk bathrobe, one that did nothing to hide the sculpt of her breasts or the heavy, equine shaft draped between her legs. For the moment it was dormant, thanks in part to the time Rarity had spent making it so during her shower a few minutes ago. Somehow, her member’s demand for attention seemed oddly out of place for such a sweet morning otherwise. She was much happier with her length sleeping while she sat there on the bed, sipping coffee and fondling Coco’s hair while she waited for him to wake up.

The morning was slow, sweet, and lovely. Though they had plenty of work to do that weekend making Carousel Boutique look wonderful for its nearby debut, they could afford a long morning sleeping in and enjoying the warmth between them. In fact; they had little reason to leave the store at all that entire weekend. For two more full days it would be just the two of them, exploring the newfound depths of their relationship and working together to make Rarity’s precious store look as glorious as it could. It was the closest thing to heaven that Rarity could imagine; working on her dream store at the side of the young man that meant so, so much to her.

As she took another sip of coffee, Rarity found herself dwelling back on the day she had first met Coco Pommel. The sweet way he had stammered when she introduced herself; she knew from the first instant they spoke that he was enamoured with her. And why wouldn’t he?! She had looked particularly breathtaking that afternoon, and had greeted him with her kindest smile. She had been a picture of feminine beauty that day at school, rivalled only by Coco Pommel himself. Even before he had started wearing dresses and panties at Rarity’s behest he had a natural feminine grace about himself; in so many ways being the prettiest girl many people had ever met while never actually realizing it himself. It was sweet, it was adorable, and it was essentially Coco.

When he started to shift awake, Rarity’s brow arched and she slowly bent down from the waist. With the coffee mug resting on the nearby nightstand she brought herself close enough to kiss his cheek; her lips resting there as the first contact he would know when he woke up. And as a content noise escaped him and a smile spread across his features, Rarity’s voice was there to greet him to the waking world with the sweetest tone she could muster.

“Good morning, my sweetest love.” Whispered and gentle, complete with the tease of the tip of her nose over his cheek and the gentle brushing of her draped hair. “It’s time to wake up.” Truth be told she could’ve sat there for a few more hours simply watching him, but she supposed they would have to be adults at some point and tend to their responsibilities. “The sooner we get to work, the sooner we can get to play.”

“Mmmph...good morning…” Delicate lashes fluttered as Coco rose; and when his eyes managed to focus he looked up at the radiant visage of the woman he adored. Soon he was laying flat on his back with the sheet half-draped around his naked body, looking up at the flawless white flesh and enchanting purple hair of his lover, his mistress, his goddess. “How...how are y-mmmm…”

Words weren’t a proper greeting; at least not now that he was awake and his lips were moving. Rarity showed him as much as she allowed her head to slink forward, and she found a kiss against Coco’s lips as a means of silencing him. It was slow, sensual, and complete with a shudder of delight on the part of both participants as they were steadily reminded of the events of the past evening. Of Coco tending to Rarity’s length, of the next step in their increasing romance. Coco found himself drawing in the scent of Rarity’s hair long and deep while he enjoyed the early morning kiss, and by the time their lips separated he was blushing vibrantly with goosebumps on his arms. Rarity always gave him goosebumps.

“Forgive me for being so bold, darling.” Rarity whispered after the kiss subsided, though her lips didn’t go far. They lingered nearly overtop Coco’s own, rubbing up and down his while she whispered in tender tones. “But I’ve been sitting here just thinking how much I adore you...I’m afraid I couldn’t resist.”

“It’s...okay.” Coco murmured happily, even though he knew it was a poor choice of words. Kissed awake by Rarity? It was better than okay, it was glorious. It was how he hoped to be woken up every morning for the rest of his life! And as their noses rubbed affectionately back and forth his slender, feminine frame merely trembled in content arousal and happiness. “...makes me happy knowing last night wasn’t a dream.”

“Not a dream, darling.” Rarity whispered in response, and stole one more brief kiss at the corner of Coco’s lips. “But perhaps with some fantastic imagery nonetheless. I was hoping to take some time before your shower to explain a few things? I know you had questions yesterday, but...well...there were far more pressing things in the moment.”

With the most noteworthy pressing issue sated for the time being thanks to Rarity’s personal affections in the shower, the time for answers was finally upon them. Rarity slipped her arms around Coco from behind and pulled the young man up against her, allowing the soft and delicate head of her lover to rest against her breasts while she allowed her fingers to dance along the strands of his soft, sea green hair. Coco Pommel was already smiling with a blush lacing his cheeks, and though he was still sweeping the sleep from his features nothing could wake him up quite so much as Rarity’s presence. The scent of the nearby coffee was nothing compared to the scent of her fragrance fresh out of the shower, and he drank it in deep while her purple locks danced just a few inches above his face. With his slender figure contently leaning into Rarity’s embrace Coco simply went quiet and listened, willing to enjoy everything that Rarity was able to tell him but not wanting to push her comfort. Her secrets were; after all, her own to keep, and he would merely be happy with any she could share.

“I suppose the biggest question would be what made me...like this.” Rarity mused gently, and it was clear she was referring to the massive dormant member sitting at her lap. Even now it was resting underneath Coco’s back, staying asleep for now as if in reverence for a quiet morning between the pair. “Sunset Shimmer and Twilight Sparkle could explain it a lot more elegantly than me, darling, but I suppose the short answer is simply magic.”

“...magic?” Coco Pommel blinked, tilting his head as he gazed up at the radiance of his lover’s features. “You mean like what happened at the Fall Formal?” There was a soft brief of remorse that crossed the young man’s features at that; a look of tiny sadness that Rarity was keen to pick up on while he spoke. “...I didn’t go. I was afraid to ask anyone, but when I heard about what happened it...it sure sounded like something exciting to see.” Rarity’s lips pursed thoughtfully, and when she spoke up again her fingertip pressed to the tip of Coco’s nose in an affectionate note of adoration.

“Well, first let me say that the thought of you staying at home for the next school dance is simply too dreadful to contemplate.” Rarity focused on the real issue for the moment, smiling sweetly. “Naturally I simply assume you’ll be on my arm during the next dance, and we’ll both be wearing the finest dresses within our shared gallery. Is that acceptable to you, my dear?”

“Y-Yes! More than acceptable!” Coco blinked and blushed, quickly pressing deeper into Rarity’s embrace. There wasn’t even any dances announced on the horizon, but the knowledge he wouldn’t be alone for them certainly made him quiver with excitement. With that detail out of the way Rarity giggled fondly, and continued to let her fingers pass across his soft, silky hair.

“As for the Fall Formal itself, it would be difficult to describe, dear.” Rarity cooed, her voice continuing with that tender, loving tone. “But after that night, myself and my dearest friends were all...infused, shall we say. A bit of Equestrian magic, like what happened to Sunset Shimmer. My friend that you met last night...it’s part of the side effects of what happened.”

“I see.” Coco Pommel mused, tilting his head and nibbling softly at his bottom lip. “I...I liked it, Rarity. I mean, I like what we did...and I want to do more, I’ll just need you to show m-” Coco Pommel was silenced gently by a sweet fingertip pressing over his lips. It wasn’t a forceful gesture by any means, but it did beckon him to remain quiet until Rarity finished with her tale. She let her finger remain on his lips, exploring gently their softness with a few brief brushes while she spoke.

“Temptation is for tonight, my love.” She chided him, and gave the young man a teasing wink. She knew full well that it wouldn’t take much more talk like that from Coco for her own needs to begin to resurface, and as much as she thrilled at the notion there was still a great deal of work to do that evening. “At any rate, when all of us were stricken with our new...accessories, Sunset and Twilight Sparkle worked with me to develop those special panties.” Her head tilted to the side of the room, where her undergarments from the evening before were draped across the edge of a chair. “My designs, of course, but their magic. They do a fine job of covering up my, shall we say, big secret.” A pair of giggles came from the pair, before Rarity continued. “I suppose that’s the important bits. Are you still feeling like helping me prepare the Carousel Boutique today?”

“Oh, of course!” Coco chimed up, even to the point of lifting his head off of Rarity’s breasts. He sat upright and folded his legs underneath himself, turning to his lover and letting his hands rest against her knees through the fabric of her robe. Though he did his best not to stare it was difficult to avoid letting his eyes linger; either to the exposed front of Rarity’s robe or the shaft that was not-so-subtly peeking out. Excitement ran through him, though he knew well that it was excitement he had to keep in check. “I...I just need to get showered and changed, Rarity, and then I’ll get right to work!”

“Wonderful, dear.” Rarity cooed as she drifted in close, and rewarded the young man with a kiss on the corner of his lips. “Oh, and Coco? You should borrow a pair of my special panties. See how they feel.” The teasing fingertip that she allowed trail along the underside of Coco’s chin left the sweet young man shuddering; not just from her teasing contact but from the invitation proposed. He looked to the side of the room where Rarity’s panties still dangled, draped over the edge of the chair.

Magical panties? How could anyone with an interest in fashion pass up such a chance?

Coco Pommel was still a young man, and as such his experiences with women and arousal in general had been...limited, to say the least. It was only since falling under the affections of Rarity that he had started to feel things in a particularly intimate fashion, from the thrill of being near his fashionista mistress to the excitement that he had started to enjoy from dressing in a more feminine fashion. His choice of clothes as guided by Rarity wasn’t purely desire laced; it was exciting, but beyond that it simply felt...natural. Like the clothes he was destined to wear, the frilly lace and the fancy garments that he had always admired found a perfect home across his slender frame. He looked more natural as a woman than he ever had as a man, and there was a deep joy that he savored from slowly embracing his new look. It was a look that he never would’ve discovered was it not for Rarity’s guidance and support, and it was something he would be eternally thankful towards her for helping him uncover.

Nothing; however, could compare with the excitement and the experience of slipping into a pair of his mistress’ panties. Even if they were nothing more than silky fabric it would’ve made his heart race and excitement shiver over every inch of his flesh, but once they were snugly wrapped around him he realized just how amazing the magic infused within them was. Rarity and Coco Pommel were close in terms of frame; they both had a tiny waist and a wonderfully pert rear, the only true distinction between them was the length of the thing that hung between their legs. But whether it was Rarity’s massive equine member or Coco Pommel’s more modest shaft, the panties squeezed against him on the front and made the bulge vanish. He had spent more than just a few minutes marvelling at it in the bathroom mirror after his shower; standing there naked except for Rarity’s silken panties wrapped around his lap.

When he looked in the mirror he couldn’t help but feel somehow...natural. Like it was, at least in some small way, the body he was meant for. Though his chest was flat and slender his figure was still overly feminine, from the sweetest curves and the softest of expressions on his face. Having a lap that emulated the tiny mound of a woman suited him, and he found himself enchanted by the sight of it. If it weren’t a violation of Rarity’s trust he might have even snapped a picture of himself within her underwear, but considering the nature of magic and the importance of secrecy he wisely decided against it. Besides, knowing that it was a special secret she had only shared with him made it all the more delicious.

He could still feel his member within her panties; actively hard and hungry considering the circumstances. But no matter how hard he felt or how excited he became, the panties revealed nothing. Just a smooth curve as his fingers danced down the front, still marvelling at the illusion. It was breathtaking, and it led to an arousal that coiled within him throughout the entire next few hours. After spending some time enjoying the grip of Rarity’s panties Coco Pommel soon got dressed; slipping into a pretty dress of white and green that played as a perfect accent to the tint of his hair. Sleeveless, it came with several hanging bracelets to serve as accessories down his arms, making the entire thing look even more girly and fancy. Even though he’d be spending the next few hours working, there was no reason he couldn’t look fabulous for Rarity while he did it.

And over the course of those hours, the two accomplished great things. Rarity and Coco Pommel had always worked well together, whether it was back in Home Ec when they would collaborate on designs or when Rarity had first had the vision for Carousel Boutique. Coco was immediately on hand to help Rarity with the window dressings for her eventual unveiling, just as he was nearby to assist as she added the final bit of trim to one of her many gorgeous dresses. The boutique had been a long term project for Rarity and it was very rapidly nearing completion; a labor of love that she had done almost entirely alone save for the constant companionship of Coco. Together the two of them had designed every dress, stitched every curtain and veil, and had playfully put together the dozen or so mannequins filling the building. It had been a project that had they had spent countless hours after school working on, only taking the occasional break to watch a movie in the back room while cuddled up in each other’s arms.

Though Coco, despite his sweet heart and his adoration of Rarity, found himself wondering just what those breaks would turn into now. He had admired her throughout the entire day while they worked; watching from afar while his lover toiled for the benefit of her boutique. Would those back room visits be as innocent as they ever were? Or would they be filled with the sort of lewd but intoxicating delights that he had enjoyed the night before? It made his heart beat faster to even imagine it, to think about touching Rarity’s length with his mouth again, to maybe even feel her touch him. How exciting! They were at a whole new level of their charming relationship, and nearly every moment brought a whole new surprise around the corner. As they worked Rarity was more shameless than ever with doling out affection to Coco Pommel; stealing little kisses of his cheek when he didn’t expect it and even once pinching his rear.

“Careful, darling, tempt me too much and we might just end up back in bed all day long.”

She wasn’t subtle, but Coco Pommel wouldn’t want her to be. With just the two of them working together for all those long hours, her flirtations and her affections helped keep the young man going. He could feel pleasure and arousal sweep through him in waves while the day continued, and he daydreamed almost endlessly about what that evening would entail. He didn’t for a second humor the idea of asking Rarity about their relationship or speaking of what had happened the past night; it would’ve ruined the sweet surprise he was sure to receive at the end of the night. For the time being it was like he and Rarity were the only people in the entire world, and that was more than enough to make him happy.

It wasn’t until a time approaching evening that Coco Pommel felt a rush of fear run through him, a direct response to a scream from the kitchen area of the boutique. It was a tiny room that Rarity had installed for the purpose of making treats and sweets for visitors; a bit of personal touch to help her clientel feel all the more welcome. When Coco Pommel darted into the room; however, he found a screaming Rarity with mascara smudging her cheeks and in a truly panicked state.

The sink of the kitchen area had sprung a leak, and as Rarity stood there in stunned shock it was throwing a torrent of water straight up into the air. Rarity; for all her beauty and her skill, had a tendency to more or less break down when something so unexpected and dramatic happened. Her dress was soaked and her hair was ruined, not to mention the makeup that the water had ruined over her features. Tears were very nearly ready to appear across her face, and as far as Coco was concerned they weren’t welcome on her beautiful features.

It was there that Coco snapped immediately into action; serving not only as the perfect assistant to her at Carousel Boutique, but a reliable lover that could be counted upon. His first action was to whisk Rarity away from ground zero so she could begin to calm down; something he did by scooping the beauty by the waist and lifting her up to position her near the door. Without saying a word he turned to the spraying faucet and snatched up a nearby bucket; capping the leak for the moment and turning the faucet to prevent any more of a mess. With the leak controlled for the time being Coco spun back towards Rarity, and his hands moved up to the edges of his sleeveless dress.

“Coco, what--” Rarity blinked, watching as her lover began to immediately undress. “Dear, I appreciate your enthusiasm, but this isn’t the time or pla-”

“I don’t want to ruin the dress, Rarity.” Coco cut off his lover with a small smile, just as he swung out of the top and moved it down his legs. Once he had the garment in his arms he quickly pressed it into her hands, and gestured down the hall with a bob of his head. “I’ll take care of this, don’t you worry. I think you still needed to add the streamers to the window dressing, ring?”

“Hmm? Oh...oh, yes. Thank you, darling.” Rarity smiled once she understood the situation, and pressed a hand to Coco’s shoulder briefly. She leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheek, and when she stepped back she left him with a sweet fragrance of her perfume that had survived the blast of the broken sink. Once she stepped back the shirtless Coco Pommel turned his attentions towards the sink, and took a deep breath as he prepared to take care of it. He was naked now save for the panties that kept his member in check, but that didn’t matter. He would handle this for his lover, his mistress.

It wasn’t a difficult task to fix; just a few pieces that needed tightened and repositioned underneath the sink. It was something that anyone could’ve likely done, but Rarity was certainly...dramatic. If it were up to her she likely would’ve screamed in the kitchen for a few minutes before calling Applejack to help, but thankfully she had no need to do that with Coco so close at hand. The young man kept his cool and remained focused and determined to handle the situation; laying on his back with his head underneath the sink. It was slightly messy work and the chill of laying there soaking wet was undeniable; his nipples stiffening from the chill while other parts retracted to a more comfortable position within the magical panties. Despite the cold and despite the discomfort he worked tirelessly and swiftly, knowing that Rarity needed him.

Though the term “boyfriend” was somewhat fluid considering how Coco tended to present himself those days, it was undeniable that he had fallen into that task when duty called for it. He took care of Rarity’s immediate need with decisiveness and authority, sweeping right in there and handling the impending catastrophe. He didn’t even realize it when Rarity would drift near the door a few times over the course of the next few minutes, sneaking a long and appreciatively glance at the slender, panty-clad body sticking out from underneath the sink. She admired him while he worked and appreciated his presence more than ever; at least once she had a chance to calm down and realize that “No, Rarity, the sink leaking is not in fact the worst thing that could ever happen.”

Sometimes, being such an elegantly skilled and talented fashionista had its overdramatic drawbacks.

Once the sink was repaired Coco was a bit of a mess; soaking wet and nearly shivering as soon as he rose to his feet. Though he had a flash of masculinity in the heat of the moment once he was standing anew it seemed to ebb from his form, and he melded once more into the adorable young man that Rarity so loved to dress up and tend to. Once he stepped out of the kitchen area; still dripping and riddled with goosebumps from the experience, Rarity was quick to rush against him and do her best to warm him up. A tight hug was wrapped around Coco’s shoulders as she brought him against her, squeezing his wet frame against her body and soaking her dress underneath.

“Rar...Rarity, your dress-”

“Oh nonsense, Coco love, you’re so much more important.” Rarity’s voice came as a gentle coo, and the fashionista slid her hands forward to scoop them tenderly against Coco’s cheeks. With their bodies still pressed in close she gazed fondly into his eyes, and leaned ahead just enough to press a faint, delicate kiss on the corner of his lips. “But I believe that’s enough work for today. Perhaps you’d like to join me for a shower? I’d say we earned it after everything that’s happened.”

Coco Pommel, with his heart immediately racing at the prospect, rapidly nodded his agreement. With a giggle Rarity allowed one hand to thread its fingers into Coco’s own, and she led her lover down the hall into the restroom past her bedroom. The rest of the work at the Carousel Boutique could wait until tomorrow and the days after; for now the most pressing matter was to get Coco cleaned up and warm to make sure he didn’t catch a cold after his moment of domestic heroism. The appreciation that shined in Rarity’s eyes for his hard work was clear and abundant, and as soon as they stepped into the confines of her bathroom she shut the door behind them and turned her gaze to the young man again.

Their first mutual shower; it was a big moment for the pair. Though they had already enjoyed a reasonable amount of intimacy the thrill of being naked with Rarity was shaking Coco down to his core, making his length aroused within the confines of the magical panties and immediately sending his mind to spinning. The sweet lotions and soaps, the wonderful foamy shampoo, all that warm water...there was practically no end to the delights that they could find together there, and Rarity moved a hand up to brush Coco’s hair tenderly aside before speaking. Her voice was clear and crisp, ringing with maturity, a tone that Coco was eager to follow.

“Are you nervous, dear?” She read his body language perfectly, and when his timid nod followed she gave a sweet scoffing noise before leaning in to steal a kiss across his cheek. “Would it surprise you to find out I am, too?”

“...you?” Coco Pommel blushed, and fidgeted as he stood there shirtless and pantsless before his girlfriend. He glanced to the empty shower and back to Rarity, nibbling on his bottom lip before continuing. “But Rarity, you’re so...you’re...so perfect…”

“Perhaps I find you every bit as perfect, hmm?” Rarity offered him a playful wink, before one of her hands slinked upward to tease underneath his chin. She allowed a single digit to draw a line up across the center of his chest, along the slope of his throat, only to tap lightly at the center of his lips. “While we’re in the shower, sweetness, we’ll try to keep...mostly under control. We’ll take things slow. Clean each other off. Caress one another. And I might look the other way if you decide to steal a kiss. But anything beyond that?” She quirked a brow, and her lips twisted to a delightfully mature and doting smile. “I daresay the bed is a better place for us to get truly adventurous...at least for now.”

Coco Pommel felt pleasure and warmth cross over his entire body, even if he couldn’t accurately pinpoint why. The fact that Rarity set the parameters and expectations for their shower was a genuinely comforting thing to him; knowing what would be expected helped him move into the experience without having to worry about doing the wrong thing. For a young man so inexperienced with romance and physical delight he was still naturally worried about pushing too far or holding back too much, and it made him noticeable relax when Rarity set the pace. He took the older woman up on her most noteworthy offer; that she would look the other way if he decided to steal a kiss or two, and suddenly stood up on his toes to plant one on the corner of her lips. Lingering there for a moment, he let his hands rest on Rarity’s shoulders, and while his mouth was near her own he offered her a whisper that was admittedly nervous, yet still laced with desire and affection.

“...I love you, Rarity.” He admitted the obvious, even as the fashionista’s hands drifted down along his slender waist, sliding fingers into the waistband of the borrowed panties. “There’s nobody else in the world I’d want this with but you.”

“I love you too, darling.” Rarity didn’t hesitate to whisper back, recognizing her dear Coco Pommel’s affection and need for adoration in that moment. He was adorably nervous and rightfully so; with her panties sliding down his lap and his body ready for a thrilling experience he had never known before. As the fabric pulled past his lap his member made an immediate reappearance, though for the moment Rarity averted her eyes. There’d be plenty of time to admire when the heat of the shower was clouding the air with a haze, and their passions were clouding their motions. Rarity kissed Coco back with one final press of her lips, and gestured to the bathtub as she offered a whisper. “Draw a shower for us, dear. I’ll light some candles.”

And the most romantic night of Coco Pommel’s life up to that point was underway. It wasn’t long before the scent of sweet candles started to fill the air around them, and the lights dimmed as Rarity flipped the switch to let the gentle glow do its work. The shower curtain was fully transparent with a purple tint, and combined with the steady red hum of the candles would give them a soothing, romantic glow once they were finally inside. Coco Pommel drew a hot shower for the two of them and patiently stood at the edge of the tub, waiting for Rarity to finally draw near. He stood with love in his eyes as his mistress and lover undressed before him; letting her clothes slink from her body as her flesh became exposed. Only her love for Coco could force Rarity to disrespect her dresses so much as to let them simply flop to the floor unfolded and untended, but she did just that within her eagerness to show the young man all of her. Soon she stood there in her white skinned beauty; full breasts exposed and long purple hair cascading around her face. Her member hung mostly dormant for the time being; an equine member that nearly reached her knees that had potential for greater reaches. She said nothing as she stepped to the shower and took Coco Pommel by the hand, and together the two moved themselves into the shower to share the embrace of the hot, steady spray.

Rarity wasn’t able to resist pulling Coco in close as soon as they were underneath it; drawing him against her body and pressing her mouth firmly to his own. Her tongue slinked forward to taste her young boyfriend as their naked flesh wedged in close; bellies touching and even the lengths hanging from their laps rubbing against each other. It was a moment of intense eroticism that brought Coco’s hands to Rarity’s waist as well as gave the young man a rush of furious hunger, a craving that he could hardly imagine ever coming from his body. He had never wanted someone as intensely as he wanted Rarity; never wanted to explore another’s body so fiercely, or feel their flesh against his own. He was inexperienced, that much was true, but he was smart enough to know that his profession of love wasn’t misspoken. He loved this woman, for what she made his body do, and for how deeply she satisfied his emotions.

And that evening in the shower, Coco soon realized that it was Rarity’s desire to show how much that love was reciprocated. When the kiss pulled away Rarity gave him a soft smile, along with a whisper to stand still that was so muted it was nearly drowned out by the noise of the shower. Coco’s only job for the moment was to remain on his feet while Rarity tended to his body, and he did just that while she moved her hands down for a bottle of bodywash and a comfortable loofa sponge. She let the body wash squirt from the bottle in a long teasing rope which instantly put to Coco’s mind memories of Rarity’s cream, enough that he was blushing by the time the loofa struck his flesh. She rubbed the soft and lovely sponge back and forth over his flat and fit chest, sweeping from shoulder to shoulder as she held a hand against his waist. She tended to each arm and even ran the sponge between his fingers; making sure no part of her lover was left uncleaned and unworshipped by the material. When Coco blushed at the affections Rarity merely met it with a playful wink, and moved on to the next stage. A gentle hand guided him to turn around for her to repeat the process to his back, and after she had covered his shoulders and his waist from all angles she slowly began to drop herself down to her knees.

Delicately; of course, she didn’t want to slip! But soon the naked fashionista was crouched down right behind her wonderful Coco Pommel, facing squarely against his bare, feminine rump. The loofa rubbed up and down over his cheeks but she was rapidly running out of body wash, encouraging her to give his rump a little squirt from the bottle from above. When he flinched at the chill Rarity couldn’t help but offer a little giggle, but soon worked the suds into his flesh with a steady hand and helped him to relax. Up and down each cheek and along his legs she steadily continued to clean him, and for the first time she opted to fondle him in a fashion that was...less than pure. As he stood there with legs tenderly spread she couldn’t help but ease her hand underneath him; cradling his sack in her suds-covered palm. A warm grip that was delicate and sweet, she teased her fingers back and forth while her free hand kept cleaning his legs, as if pretending that her touch was entirely innocent.

His nervousness was still there, but she couldn’t do anything about that. He was a young man that was in store for a tremendous amount of pleasure, and it was only natural to be a little bit uneasy. All Rarity could do, with her hair soaked to her head and her makeup long since washed off, was make sure that it was as wonderful an experience as she could forge for him. After a few tender moments of fondling him from behind Rarity gave him a light and playful spank; slapping her fingers against his flawless rump as she let her voice bark up into the shower.

“Turn around, dear! Other side now.”

Coco Pommel had to collect his strength before doing so, but indeed he did finally turn around to face his girlfriend. His member was thick and standing straight forward now; something that Rarity firmly expected after her playful fondling. With a knowing quirk of her brow she gazed up at Coco and gave him a smile, and a hand moved up to sweep a finger across the shaft. It was a tiny caress; and there would be more to come very soon, but right now she was focused primarily on simply comforting him...letting him know that what he was feeling, the reactions of his body, weren’t just natural...they were craved. Craved by them both, when under the veil of love and affection they had forged together.

Rarity left his member alone just long enough to finish scrubbing the rest of him; wiping down his knees and his thighs and ensuring he was nice and clean. When the time came to clean his member Rarity set the loofa aside, since some jobs were only properly designed for the smooth and delicate hands of a lover. With soap and suds covering her palms Rarity moved her hands forward, closing them around Coco’s shaft and giving him a slow, steady, and very loving rub.

His moan was enough to drown out the noise of the shower, but only for a few seconds. His knees locked into position and the poor adorable thing practically froze from the affection, shuddering as he felt that warm grip of his lover pass over his body. It was slippery and warm and tender and too many beautiful things for him to count, and as her fingers and palms moved over his shaft he very nearly felt his body tighten in release right then and there. He held himself back through a tremendous force of will; however, remembering that Rarity had been very specific that the shower was only for...minor affections. Granted, she was in direct violation of that considering the circumstances, but he wasn’t about to doubt his wonderful mistress. As her sudsy hands continued to slip back and forth over his sack and his shaft, teasing and delighting him and probably “cleaning” him some as well, Rarity finally looked up at her lover and offered him a delightful little smile.

“Darling, you’re positively throbbing!” She beamed, knowing full well just why that was. “How precious, if I hold my hands still I can feel your heart beating!” The pulse she could sense within his member was more or less expected, but still delighted her nonetheless. Unable to resist giving him a bit more of a tease Rarity chimed up once more, her lips looking pouty and sweet as she cradled him. “Perhaps I should give you some of my special panties to take home with you, dear, this is most unladylike!”

Coco Pommel blushed, but he didn’t apologize. He wasn’t ashamed of his body or the fact that magical panties sliding over his lap excited him, he was simply thrilled to have someone like Rarity there to pleasure him. He gazed down at the older woman and moved a hand down to her cheek; not to pull her forward towards his member like some boys would, but simply to caress her. To touch her face, to show his affection with a tiny swipe of his finger. And then his lips parted, offering something Rarity couldn’t possibly deny.

“...let me clean you now?” He practically begged, and likely would have if she were to deny the request. “Please?”

Rarity, with one slender brow lifted, gave her partner a tiny nod. After all, it would be cruel to deny such a request, and Rarity was nothing if not a kind and loving mistress.

Now the roles were reserved, and the loofa was firmly within the hand of Coco Pommel as he turned his attentions towards his lover. Rarity stood before him with her arms at her sides and a confident smile on her face; a confidence born from the fact that she knew every part of her body was worth attention and worship with the sponge. Coco Pommel smiled shyly as he poured the body wash onto the sponge and moved it towards his lover’s body, starting at her shoulder at a relatively safe spot. Rarity stopped him; however, moving up to grab his wrist with her slender fingers.

“...start here.” She offered simply, and pulled his hand down to one of her full, round breasts. The slow growth of Coco’s gaze was a delight to her, as was the slightly agape jaw he wore as he stared ahead at the invitation. With her breast underneath the soft comfort of the loofa Coco did just as he was asked, moving it in a slow circle and tracing the curve as he spread the suds around her. As it foamed across her flesh more of her nipple was hidden underneath the body wash, and Coco soon reached his other hand out to scoop some of it away. He moved that same palm over to reach a bold bare hand to Rarity’s other breast, and was soon treating the older woman with both palms slowly swirling around her. His cheeks were burning with a heavy blush and his heart was in his throat, yet he continued with a brave smile as his eyes moved to trace the older woman’s. He stared at her, long and loving and intent as his hands worked back and forth, finding a bit of strength and comfort in the satisfied look on his mistress’ face.

She said nothing, but the slow smile on her features was a clear sign that she enjoyed it...not to mention the feel of her stiffened nipples underneath his hands while he worked. Every now and again he felt his hands brush up against them, and he was forced to fight the desire to fondle them a little more intently, to tease and flick across the sensitive buds. Rarity just watched him with that same satisfied look while he worked, giving him no indication that she even noticed when he touched her nipples...even though she absolutely did. Every time it sent a shockwave of pleasure through her, and while she was massaged and caressed she could only wonder how great it would feel to have Coco’s mouth there as well. New affections for a different time, but she would certainly have to explore that thought further when the shower was over.

Coco’s cleaning of Rarity wasn’t quite as comprehensive as hers was of him; though to his credit it wasn’t because he was unwilling to spend the time working on it. He would’ve gladly stayed there all evening scrubbing Rarity to a divine sparkle, but the fashionista had her own plans and was content to guide Coco along with gentle nudges and guidances. When her breasts were washed clean of the suds she beckoned Coco to spend some time working on her tummy, to smoothly scrub that sponge back and forth in sweeping motions over her belly and to experience just how toned and flat it was. After all; she had a figure that was worth admiring, and there was no better way to show such a heavy appreciation than for Coco to rub his hands fondly back and forth across her flesh amidst a sea of slick, pleasant smelling body wash. Rarity was naturally better at hiding such flares of desire and emotion but she was nonetheless goosebump-addled while Coco worked, little notes of pleasure and excitement that she wore proudly across her flawless flesh. She didn’t flinch when she was touched and she didn’t dare show Coco anything other than the ultimately confident and collected woman he had come to know; the same woman that had first suggested he would look divine in a dress, the same woman that had filled his life with so much love and style.

It didn’t take long before Coco to finally turn his attention to the equine in the room; the long shaft that was sticking straight out from Rarity’s lap. It was already making such a nuisance of itself that Coco was having difficulty concentrating; as much as he wanted to wash Rarity’s flawless figure throughout the evening, it was hard to make his hands behave when from time to time he would feel Rarity’s shaft slip along his own. It was sticking out so far and was such an impressive girth that it would’ve actively pushed him back if he didn’t move to sidestep it, letting it rest along his waist while he continued to pull his fingers down her flesh. And then, with a tiny nod from Rarity as approval, Coco began to drop slowly down to his knees.

His movement was gradual and gentle, and it was clear that he was still every bit as nervous as he was excited. This was a big moment for the young man, a chance to once again get up close and personal with the throbbing length of the woman he craved so much. The equine length was still a little intimidating but yet enchanting and intriguing, a mystery that he wanted to unravel one caress, stroke, and even lick at a time. Soon it was before him at waist level, so long that he had to hold his head to the side to avoid it finding a natural home within his mouth. Even still, the tip of it rested on his shoulder and he could feel the weight of the thing while it perched there.

Rarity just smiled, and a slow lick across her lips told Coco Pommel all the lewd, lewd thoughts that were rolling through her mind. Lewd thoughts that were forbidden in the shower that evening; they’d have to wait until the bedroom to find a place in the open between them. For now, Coco would have to content himself with washing that member perched on his shoulder...and Rarity would have to find a way to stay sane in the face of such slow, sensual pleasure.

Coco once more bent the rules in that moment; in those seconds before he moved to begin cleaning his lover’s member. Rarity had given him permission to steal a kiss or two, and as her long, white length rested on his shoulder he did just that. It was soft and sweet and so quick that it could’ve easily been missed; his head turning gently to the side and his lips pressing to the side of her shaft. One short peck - smooch! - right there on the side of her throbbing length. She could feel the heat of that kiss just as he could feel the steady pulse of her hungry member as it rested there, a constant reminder of just how much she craved his affections. Coco Pommel never would’ve imagined that he’d crave something so...so thick...but then again, Rarity had given him more new pleasures than he could possibly count.

With a playful smile on his face he looked up at Rarity after that kiss, and finally his hands reached up to work. He had dismissed the loofa for the moment and covered his hands with lather, bringing them up to begin near the tip of Rarity’s member and smooth down the entire sculpt. Slowly his fingers pulled to the base and smeared the creamy suds down her shaft, spreading a glistening slickness that was impossible to ignore under the veil of arousal coming over them. As Coco stroked it under the thinly-veiled claim of cleaning it he couldn’t help but marvel at just how smoothly his hands moved up and down it, how slick and warm and smooth it was, and maybe even...all the places it could...fit.

His cheeks were burning as those naughty images filled his mind, and he pushed them aside as best he could manage while he worked. His own member was sticking straight out while he tended to Rarity, swinging back and forth and dripping not only from the steady spray of hot water upon them, but in a bead of precum glistening from the tip and slowly drooling to the shower floor below. He knelt there obedient and subservient; just as Rarity had done for him mere moments before, and washed her like any dutiful lover would. The shaft, the heavy sack hanging underneath, the insides of her thighs...places that he wished he could send his lips to explore, but knew he had to reserve himself. Every pulse of that member and every shudder he sensed in Rarity drew a whole new wash of delight through him, and when the time finally came for the shower to end Coco couldn’t of been any happier.

Not that he wasn’t having fun...but he was already spinning with possibilities of the fun that laid beyond the shower. When Rarity nodded in satisfaction and pulled him up to his feet again they both knew that there was something special to come next, though it was Rarity that verbalized as much.

“...that’s enough shower for one night, darling. I don’t know how much more my poor heart can handle.” Rarity cooed, and leaned in close enough to nip at Coco’s lips with her own. “Time to bedroom, dear? You’ve been so wonderful today...I’d like to share something with you.”

Coco, with his head in the clouds and his heart racing in a dreamy state, didn’t resist nodding and pressing into his lover.

“Anything you like, Rarity.” He answered with a happy sigh, and fell into her embrace as the shower rained down upon them. “...I’m so...so happy…”

Rarity just smiled, and held her young lover close. She was thrilled to hear as much, but she also knew...the best was yet to arrive.

After stepping out of the shower and a particularly slow and sensual session of drying each other off, Rarity and Coco Pommel made their way back to the comfortable makeshift bed within her boutique. Moving once again with interlaced fingers and exchanging small joyful glances the pair found themselves behind a closed door and soon enough both occupying the warm space of the bed, ready to explore yet another new step of their relationship. It was there within the cozy blankets and sheets that the two naked lovers embraced fondly, up until the point where Rarity held Coco by his shoulders and gave him a slow and dainty smile.

“Darling, you surely know by now what high esteem I hold you in.” The fashionista practically purred, every word dripping with sweet sentiment and kindness. “And you’ve been such a wonderful delight today, from helping me with the boutique to fixing the sink to simply...well...everything! You’re a slice of pure happiness.” A soft giggle escaped her throat. “So I’d like to show you something, if you’d enjoy watching.”

“Anything, Rarity!” It wasn’t hard to predict that Coco was on board for anything his older lover desired, no matter what she wanted to show him or what she wanted to do. He gazed at her with dreamy eyes while he rested there on the bed; laying on his waist with his shoulder pressed against the headboard. The look in Rarity’s eyes told him that whatever she wanted to show him was naughtier in nature than anything they had enjoyed that evening up to that point, and it was enough to make his own body coil in anticipation and pleasure. His patience was rewarded as Rarity slid her arms away from him for the time being, and pressed her back against the headboard as she prepared to give him a show.

“Wonderful, dear.” She cooed, as her hands slowly moved forward to slip along the weight of her shaft. Coco didn’t fully realize just what he was about to witness until the very end, but as realization struck him his eyes only went wider and wider. Rarity pulled her enormou s member forward, letting it stick straight up from her lap in such a fashion that the wide, flat tip was nearly at the point of her breasts. With a little wink she got right to it, speaking up once more as her head started to lower. “...this is what I do sometimes, when it’s late and I’m lonely, with thoughts of my precious Coco Pommel in my mind.”

As Rarity dropped her mouth down and wrapped her lips around the tip of her own length, Coco Pommel was struck with too many thoughts to process. The sheer sight of it was intensely arousing and almost instantly made his own length flex; straightening out and making its presence known in an achingly obvious way. His slender and feminine figure was sporting a hefty length of its own in that moment, though he kept it under control as he continued to watch with utter fascination. Beyond the sight of it; beyond the image of Rarity’s pouty and kissable lips slowly smearing over the tip of her own white length, the weight of what she had said still resonated deep within his mind. This was...this was something she did while thinking of him? Something she did when she was lonely and missing his affections? The way she was swirling her tongue back and forth over her tip, was that what she wanted him to do? It was a lot for the young man to absorb, and for a long moment he simply watched with his eyes wide and his gaze transfixed, utterly incapable of turning away.

Rarity’s kiss to her own throbbing member was slow and steady, and her head bobbed up and down with a very tender pace. While one hand moved up to scoop her hair to one side so as to prevent it from obscuring Coco’s view, the other moved up and down the rest of her length, collecting the slowly rolling bits of spit to smear it up and down the shaft. Though she was impressive in length to a grand degree she didn’t take it quite as deeply as she could’ve; only offering her mouth a few steady inches to prevent herself from premature strain or exhaustion. After all, there had been evenings in which she was forced into that lewd act for quite some time while she worked herself to climax, and nothing was worse than a sore back! Self sucking was a thrill and a perfect way to offer some personal comfort on a lonely night, but it was still no excuse for poor posture, darling!

There she sat, the elegant and graceful Rarity, doing something that was unspeakably lewd and depraved. It was the sort of thing that was a precious secret that no one would ever admit to; save to those that they trusted most. That level of trust resonated in Rarity’s eyes as she gave Coco the show to enjoy, moving her hand slowly up and down her shaft while she fed herself her hungry tip. When her lips peeled off of it ribbons of precum were connecting her lips to the glossy head of her length, and while Coco’s body coiled with tense pleasure she let her tongue slither forward, teasing back and forth over the very tip while he watched. The same tongue she had kissed him with just a few minutes ago, and the same tongue that would no doubt find its way into his mouth in a few mor-

Coco wasn’t willing to wait. In a bold move that spoke of his building desire he couldn’t hold himself back from tasting Rarity right then and there, craving her kiss like he never had before. While Rarity was in the midst of showing off the gloss of her precum Coco slithered forward and snatched her lips with his own, his tongue curling forward to find a spot within Rarity’s mouth and savor that rich, happy taste. His moan was delicate and sweet as it crashed against Rarity’s mouth and he drew in deep the taste; kissing his older lover with every bit of desire and passion within him. When his slender fingers moved up to join Rarity’s own in wrapping around her shaft, it was very clear that she wasn’t going to be left to tackle her member alone anymore.

It was a big job...and he wouldn’t let her face it by herself. Why else would she even have an assistant, if not for tackling those big, big jobs?

From there, Rarity and Coco Pommel kissed amidst the flavor of her tip, their tongues wiggling back and forth as they enjoyed her glistening pre-nectar. With a pair of hands moving up and down the shaft at a slow and gradual pace it was easy to ensure that her tip was always moist from her pre-release, enough that they could collect the taste of it on the edge of their tongues and eagerly share it back and forth. Pleasure ran through every inch of Rarity and the elegant fashionista made an audible moaning noise from the excitement of it all, completely unable to restrain her member from throbbing within the soft and comfortable grip of her boyfriend. Through it all; however, she knew that the evening wasn’t necessarily for her pleasure...but Coco Pommel’s. She was showing him something intimate and personal, and his decision to join in on the fun didn’t diminish that for a second. For a brief moment Rarity held her lips to Coco’s and kissed him away from the tip of her length, just long enough for one of her hands to move up and glisten over the top of it. She collected the pre as well as their joined spit; getting her fingers nice and wet before slowly pulling them back down once more, aiming them right for Coco’s bare lap.

The young man shuddered and hissed into Rarity’s mouth as he first felt it; kind, loving fingers working back and forth across his member. Her touch was astonishingly gentle and sweet, not even able to be called a full handjob since it lacked the defined grip or the steady motion of pumping him back and forth. She was fondling him; leaving his sack and his shaft gooey from her own nectar, and teasing his length back and forth at her own whimsical impulses. More than a few times Coco felt his tip dropped down until it was buried against Rarity’s base; occupying the spot where her shaft and her sack met, and it was in those moments of glorious intimacy that he felt more aroused than ever before. Shivers ran up and down his body in almost violent shockwaves, and though he deeply desired to keep kissing Rarity through the delicious taste of her member it was hard for him to maintain under the weight of such excitement. He was rocking back and forth, practically aching within her wonderfully soft and loving grip, and utterly beholden to the whims and the desires of his older lover. She fondled him with a grip as warm and loving as she had ever held him; even more so than the gentle shower she had given him just a few moments ago, and somehow her hands felt even softer without the soap and the suds. Their tongues danced and her fingers continued to play, squeezing and teasing and rubbing the tip of his member firmly against the spot in her shaft where her heat was the greatest and more intense.

And when Coco’s body tensed in pleasure, he could only barely handle it. His lips broke from Rarity’s own with a sudden cry, his back arching and that sea green hair bouncing around his features as he did so. Thin threads of Rarity’s precum still connected their lips while he began to unload thanks to her tender motions, and the tip of his shaft painted the underside of Rarity’s own. He released in heavy waves thanks to his mistress’ touch, squirting again and again while she allowed those fingers to gently milk his member. Ropes of white struck the bottom of Rarity’s shaft and immediately began to drool down the sculpt of her sack, a curtain of creamy white that covered her already pale and ivory skin. It was a perfect glaze to match the tone of her flesh, and the arousal the paintjob formed within Rarity herself was noteworthy and fierce. It was likely she could have found a peak right then and there if she so wanted, but she reminded herself yet again that her pleasure was not the night’s focus: only Coco Pommel’s.

And there was still the most intense pleasure yet to be had.

“Oh...oh R...Rar...Rari…”

“Shhh, my loveliest.” Rarity whispered tenderly, and moved her mouth to kiss the edge of Coco’s ear. She brought her free hand up to pull back some of his sea green hair and tuck it behind an ear, while her other hand slipped towards her own mouth. She popped a few fingertips past her lips in rapid succession as if she was sampling a fine horderve at a party, licking her tongue across the flavor and savoring each bit of it. Delicious! She was eagerly awaiting the day she could sample it fresh from the tap onto her tongue, but it was not the evening for that. Instead Rarity cooed again to the edge of Coco’s ear, and rubbed her forehead back and forth to his own like an affectionate cat showing her love and attachment. “I’m going to do something new for you now, all right? But you’ll need to trust me. Do you?” The steady nodding of Coco Pommel came without hesitation, and as he pressed in close against her his voice blubbered out with a timid but absolutely assured tone.

“...with...with my life…” It was a deep and honest profession, as well as proof that Coco Pommel held her in the highest of regards. It was enough that Rarity’s heart swelled with a loving pulse that made her want to simple tackle him to the bed and smother him in kisses, but that would diminish the sensual eroticism of what was to come next. Instead she whispered to him once more, her voice as loving and sweet as she could muster, and she spoke with the utmost honesty ringing in her voice.

“...you are my everything, darling. I’d wear denim skirts, printed tee shirts, crocs, legwarmers, and a fanny pack for life if it meant being with you. I would even wear...a popcorn shirt with a trucker hat!”

There was no better assurance of her love that Rarity could possibly muster, and hearing those words of unique admission were enough to make Coco’s eyes water from the force of her romance.

For what came next, Coco slipped so seamlessly into it that it was as if a natural compulsion pulled him. While Rarity pulled her shaft towards herself Coco simply dropped his head down; slowly bringing it towards the mess he had made there at the base of her. There was lines of his own cream waiting across her sack, ready for him to clean up, and his tongue slithered forward to do just that while Rarity prepared to rest of his surprise. Her hand had returned once more to her tip where she collected her glistening precum once more across her fingers; scooping the tangible fluid against her digits, including the fresh burst of it that came from Coco’s current licks. With her middle three fingers all glistening, her attention turned towards the flawless rear that was presented to her side.

Coco Pommel was bending on his hands and knees to service Rarity’s sack, and it made it easy for her to slide a hand forward and let the young man know what was to come next. Her palm pressed against one side of his rear as she slowly spread him open, and then came the tease of a single finger. Coco gasped as he felt the impact of that digit swirling around his entrance but his trust in Rarity was absolute; so deep and so loving that his tongue merely continued to pad back and forth across the woman’s sack. He collected his cream from her undercarriage with generous licks that coated his tongue; swallowing them down and savoring a flavor that was by no means unknown to him. He had sampled his flavor in the past; of course...but this was his release offered up in an all too delicious fashion.

While he enjoyed the taste of Coco a la Rarity; the fashionista’s finger first squeezed inside of his entrance. She was delicate at first to make sure to cause him only the minimal amount of discomfort, but when she felt his rear flex and squeeze around her digit she knew there was further she could push. He accepted and accommodated her touch smoothly and sweetly over the next moment or so, his rear pushing back against her finger and his breathing slow and steady as he was penetrated. Her free hand lowered itself to comb her fingers through the locks of his wonderfully soft hair; petting him back and forth in loving strokes to ensure that her lover was at the very height of comfort. It was no doubt a tense moment for him, and Rarity wanted to ensure that through it all he remained assured that she had his safety and his pleasure in mind.

From deep within Coco Pommel, he could feel a pleasure growing within him that he couldn’t quite place. It was different from the arousal that made his member throb in a masculine fashion; it felt deeper and more intense like something that had been hiding within him for some time. It was that pleasure that kept him licking at Rarity’s sack, that pleasure that made him gasp in a growing delight as Rarity dared squeeze a second finger inside. He was stretched tight around her now as her fingers pushed past the first knuckle and soon the second; and though there was a few tiny quivers of pain they were brief and were firmly there just to allow him to adjust to the moment. Any discomfort that swept through his slender and feminine body was soon replaced by a growing surge of arousal that he yet couldn’t define, and he was comforted through each one by the gentle petting of Rarity’s hand and the slow and steady voice she offered.

“That’s it...that’s it, darling…” She was softer in tone now than ever before, and it encouraged Coco Pommel through the moments where the sting was the greatest. “You’re doing marvellous. I couldn’t even begin to tell you how radiant you are right now…”

Such praise went a long way when it was ushered from a woman of such grand taste. It was enough that Coco didn’t flinch much while he was penetrated, Rarity’s two middle fingers finally working their way down to the hilt. He was pierced deep and yet somehow he felt like he could still manage more, like there was yet some secret within that contact that he couldn’t even begin to discover. With his tongue once more peppering over the slope of Rarity’s sack Coco just gave a sudden shudder, and lost himself for a moment within the pleasure that enveloped him.

From Rarity’s perspective, it was all measured and even tactical, yet by no means without healthy doses of passion and intimacy. She recognized that Coco was giving her a grand amount of trust in that moment, and it was trust that she wouldn’t for a second abuse. Though her own shaft was hard she didn’t offer her sack up to his mouth for her own pleasure; merely a distraction to help him through the moment. While her two fingers wiggled within his tight walls and continued to test his entrance, she was acutely aware of every noise he made, every breath that shuddered through his body, and every sign of discomfort. She was an overdramatic princess in her worst of moments, could be demanding and fiercely stubborn, but Rarity was never anything less than doting and attentive to her precious, precious Coco.

And she could read within him things that even he couldn’t, she could see something within him that was downright...dare she say it, magical?

“...no more licking, dear.” Rarity gently whispered, and a hand slid to Coco’s chin as she tilted his mouth away from her shaft. She opted instead to press her thumb to his lips; giving him something to suckle against while the moment intensified. “This is just about you, now. Just...relax, and let Rarity take care of the woman she loves.”

The woman she loved. Coco Pommel was never more feminine than when he was with Rarity, and it had never been more pronounced than then. With her fingers gently working their wonders within the tight confines of his rear, a heat began to build in him that he could only barely begin to comprehend. Lubricated with Rarity’s precum and pushed forward with a loving intention those fingers worked wonders inside of him, teasing his walls and driving him into the midst of something that was...that was…

Scary? It wasn’t the right word. Overwhelming? True, but still not entirely accurate. It perhaps didn’t even have a word to properly describe what happened to him right then and there, but the notion that he was driven to such depths by Rarity’s gentle teasing was staggering at the very least. For with those fingers rubbing back and forth within his depths, an orgasm struck Coco that left him a quivering, sobbing mess.

It struck like a clash of thunder; unexpected and violent with its intensity. Through it all his masculine length remained more or less dormant, and he didn’t release any waves of cream no matter how hard he shook. The orgasm that rocked through him came from a place even more intimate and fierce, and though he didn’t make any more mess on the bed it was undeniable that climax rolled across his tender body in waves he had never imagined. His body felt flushed with heat and he pressed his face into Rarity’s palm, leaning entirely against her while his knees spread and his rear tightened against her loving fingers. He screamed, he cried out in almost maddened delight, so long and so loud that his voice gave out several seconds into it. Sweat trailed his brow and shuddered down his flesh, and Rarity could not only feel his climax around her fingers, but see it as well.

She didn’t say as much; wanting to keep some things yet secret between them. The gentle glow that came around his pucker, right at where her fingers were separating him...it was a glow that Rarity had come to be familiar with. The faintest hint of Equestria magic, a familiar hue that she knew from personal experience could certainly play with one’s nethers in the most curious yet delightful of fashions. That taste of magic was working from within Coco in that instant, and it drove him into the most intense and momentous orgasm of his life.

He wailed. He shuddered. He shook against Rarity’s arms and by the time he was finished he was openly sobbing. Whether it was from fear or from pleasure had yet to be seen, but either way he clung towards Rarity and held himself against her as if his very life depended on it. Tears rolled down his cheeks only to be met by Rarity’s delicate palm, and by the time the fashionista’s fingers slipped from his entrance her arms were en route to firmly embrace him. She clutched him close, pulled his quivering body into her arms, and press a firm kiss against his cheek as she held him near. Her shaft was forgotten for not just the moment but the evening itself; her own pleasures happy to be put on hold if it meant comforting this treasure in her grasp.

“Shh, darling...shh...you did marvellous…”

“I...I don’t know...I don’t know what happ-”

“Hush, hush…” Rarity gently comforted him, and worked to silence him with a few soft kisses on his lovely face. Her hair teased across his cheeks and she offered him a proud smile, even as she tightened her grip around his naked form. “...we’ll talk about it later, love. Just know that what happened to you...it’s a wonderful thing. And it’ll ensure we can be even closer than ever.”

Few words could’ve comforted him more in that moment. What little bit of fear still remained within the crying Coco was soon dismissed by that promise, and instead he only let tears of relief and joy pass by his cheeks as Rarity clutched him tight. He had struck an orgasm unlike any other; perhaps unlike any that any man had ever enjoyed. And though he was still shivering, still raw and vulnerable and exposed from it, he knew that he was safe. Safe in Rarity’s arms. Safe in the grip of the woman that loved him.

Safe with his lover, his mistress, his goddess.

It didn’t take more than a few minutes for the pair to come down from the moment, easing into the final stage of their evening. In order to keep Rarity’s member in check she had slipped into yet another pair of her magical panties, and they kept her shaft under control as the only piece of clothing between the two. They laid there together in the bed; sharing the blanket while Rarity spooned Coco from behind. Sleep wouldn’t overtake them for another few hours, but right now they both had a responsibility to keep in check. Rarity’s job was to hold Coco nice and tight: Coco’s job was to keep their iPad properly balanced at an angle so they could both see it while a movie played.

Their taste in movies was similar, and not at all surprising. Anything with fairy tales and princesses, with fine fashion and copious amounts of beauty in all its forms. With music and magic and the depths of flawless love and romance all trimmed in lace and fabric and fluff. It was one such movie filled with sweet nothings and delightful nonsense that played for them now, and they watched it intently with Rarity’s naked body pressed tight against Coco’s own and her arms wrapped longingly around her girlfriend’s body.

From time to time she would faintly remind him how much she loved him; by stealing a kiss or fondling his hair, or even just whispering it against his ear. And from time to time Coco would do the same, by squeezing his rump back to Rarity’s lap or turning his head back to nibble fondly at her chin. Through it all the pair remained close and tightly connected, united by much more than a simple desire to see how the movie resolved.

They were connected in that evening by a love far, far more intense than anything the singing animals or beautifully dressed princess on the screen could ever possibly understand.