Rarity would’ve been lying if she said she wasn’t nervous. While she was almost certain that Coco Pommel would take to the transition well, there was a lingering doubt in the back of her head that had made her just a little uneasy. After all, the most important thing wasn’t her own pleasure or even the pursuit of fashion, but the comfort and happiness of the young man that was trusting her so much. As she sat there with a leg folded across her knee, her eyes dancing across the door of the nearby dressing room, she was chewing on her lip and her concerns alike.

She never would’ve shown Coco Pommel such uncertainty, of course. As she had helped guide him towards the delight of women’s clothing across his flesh, she had always presented herself as nothing but confident in the steps he was taking. He was a gorgeous little slip of a thing and his flawless smooth skin would look stunning in anything he wore, though those feminine of features of his practically screamed to be accented. Even before Rarity dwelled on deeper thoughts of connection and a hidden secret, it simply felt somehow...natural for Coco Pommel to be garbed as the prettiest woman in the world. And when the dressing room door finally started to open, the fashionista had a lump in her throat until the image hiding within finally came to the forefront.

She was choked up in the early seconds of what she saw, her throat tight as the color rushed to her cheeks. It was an outfit of pink and lavender with a skirt that ran down to the midpoint of Coco Pommel’s calves, as well as scooped up over his shoulders with a few thin straps. Elbow-length silk gloves gripped his arms and strapped across his throat was a choker made of the same material, edged with lace and daintily sweeping towards his collarbone. As he stepped out of the dressing room that evening wearing the most feminine outfit he had ever slipped into, Rarity swallowed with excitement as she slowly rose to her feet.

“So...tell me.” She began simply, softly. “How does it feel to be dressed like that? Does it...does it make you happy, darling?”

It was the most important question, and it would define how the two of them would interact forever. It would determine whether they were merely friends, or something far more intimate. It would define whether Coco Pommel was a handsome young man that brought his future girlfriends to Carousel Boutique...or a joined creative partner in the enterprise. Rarity had never been more on edge to hear an answer to a question before.

“I...I…” It was clear by the look on Coco’s face that the young man was working things out. He gazed at the nearby mirror and his cheeks darkened, wondering within himself how he ever managed to fill such fabric. No matter how he was born, from that evening on he was a girl...a glorious, beautiful girl...and that image of himself in lace and silk would forever sit in his thoughts as one of the most joyful moments of his life. “I...love it! Thank you, Rarity! Thank you so much!”

The shared laughter between the two erupted as Coco Pommel invited himself to dart into Rarity’s arms, crashing against the fashionista and embracing her with all his might. Rarity would never refuse such an embrace and she clutched the young man close, letting her nose drop to his soft sea green hair and draw in a long, lingering breath. Her arms locked in tight around him during this moment of self-discovery, and when she could feel his body shudder with the tears of joy and realization, she merely held him all the closer. And that evening, the day Coco Pommel first wore women’s clothing, she had whispered to him a tender, loving pledge.

“...you’ll never be anything but beautiful when we’re together, darling.”

--

Rarity woke up with a smile, as she had been ever since things between her and Coco Pommel escalated. That morning it was to the fondest of memories of the day she had first encouraged Coco to slip into a proper lady’s clothing despite his own understandable concerns, only to discover that it fit against his flesh far more properly than anything he had ever worn before. Rarity had been taken in by the young man’s beauty that evening and had been captivated ever since, so much so that the lingering scent of Coco on the nearby pillow was enough to make her groan with delight. And yet she found herself wondering: a pillow that smelled of her lover was certainly a thing to be enjoyed, but what of Coco himself? Last she had seen him he was going to sleep in her arms after a long evening sensual affections. An evening where her fingers had given him bliss through his only entrance, and an evening where they had cuddled together watching frilly movies and drifting off into a dreamy sleep.

Rarity didn’t bother with a robe that morning, instead strolling naked out of the resting quarters of Carousel Boutique in search of her beloved Coco. She was easily able to follow a charming smell from the kitchen, the scent of cooking eggs melded with a few spices and fragrant toppings. While she walked her ample bust settled atop her chest and her member; long as ever, dangled between her legs and very nearly reached her knees. Now that there were no vital secrets between herself and Coco, there was no reason for her to hide the impressive member that she had been gifted with. Sure enough as Rarity slipped from the resting area and into the kitchen beyond she finally laid eyes on Coco Pommel, and her affection as well as her excitement magnified.

The little minx was there cooking all right, and cooking in stolen goods no less! Well...perhaps not stolen, but certainly borrowed. The apron that Rarity had crafted a few weeks ago to sell at the Boutique was a simple thing but elegant, and she had made it specifically for the sort of naked morning breakfasts that Coco was working on right now. As she stood in the doorway watching him as he unknowingly toiled before her gaze, a wide smile drew across the fashionista’s lips. His perfect little rear was situated just underneath the line of a fanciful ribbon, tied around his waist to help keep the apron perfectly in place. The garment itself was designed with Rarity’s typical clever eye but was made of far less valuable materials than her finest dresses; after all, one could still be sexy even while wearing clothes that weren’t a nightmare to clean. Though the apron was mostly cotton with a bit of thicker denim trims, it was still nothing short of hunger-inducing to see wrapped around Coco Pommel’s body.

A hunger, needless to say, that had nothing to do with the scent of eggs.

As Rarity snuck up behind her lover she could faintly hear him humming; a sweet pop melody that had played during the movie they watched last night. The little vixen! He had pretended to fall asleep while that big musical finale had played, but now that very same song flowed from the back of his throat against his soft, kissable lips. Oh, all the gentle pettings and tender cheek kisses he had gained through duplicitous means just a few hours ago...if Rarity were a harsher woman, she would’ve let her hand cross over that flawless rump of his to see how well it blushed. Instead, she settled for simply squeezing up behind him and wrapping her arms around his slender, trim waist.

“...good morning, my loveliest.” Rarity cooed, and already she could feel Coco Pommel melt into her arms. He whimpered in delight while still trying to hold the spatula and fork he was using to tend to the eggs, a skillet right in front of him sitting on low heat on the oven. As Rarity tightened her grip she allowed her naked body to squeeze against the bare back of his own; breasts drawing tight to his shoulders while her long and enjoyable member nestled between the cheeks of his rump. She made sure to let herself settle in there, letting him feel her girth without being in any way threatening or intimidating. Before Coco could form a response from her sudden appearance Rarity pressed a kiss against the back of his throat, and whispered again with a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “I wasn’t aware the Boutique’s kitchen line had a ‘trial run’ policy.”

“I’m...I’m sorry, Rarity.” Coco Pommel whispered with a blush, his voice mingling between genuine apology and the vixen-like tone of a young man that knew he wasn’t really in trouble. He even pressed himself back against her to allow her shaft to squeeze against his rear once more, as if he knew full well that his body could coerce her into forgiving nearly any transgression. “But I wanted to cook for you, and I didn’t know what else to slip on, I…”

“So many clothes, even the ones you arrived in.” Rarity continued to be coy, and as she did she allowed her hand to begin to creep. Porcelain fingers slipped underneath the hem of Coco’s apron, working past his thighs and drifting towards that little treasure nestled between his legs. She could feel his entire body shudder with warmth and pleasure as she found his pouch against her palm, and idly her fingers moved to close about his length. “I think you just like the feeling of Rarity’s own designs against your skin. Maybe even Rarity herself. Would that be accurate, loveliest?”

“Y-Yes, Rarity...oh...oh my…” Coco whimpered at that, and his grip tightened around the spatula and fork even as he neglected tending to the breakfast. His eyes closed and his knees locked as he stood there, shivering as Rarity’s naughty fingers kept playing. Slowly she worked across him, showing him just how soft her grip could be even in the early morning. Wickedly naughty, teasing motions came with the steady kissing of the older woman against the back of his throat, and it soon became very clear that his “punishment” for borrowing the apron would be anything but. She was happy to see him again, and utterly unable to resist what he looked like in that little slip of fabric with his rear exposed.

She was hard before too long, and Coco Pommel wasn’t left oblivious to that fact. Though Rarity not once dared to do anything about her throbbing member, Coco could still feel its longside pressed against his rear, aching with power and thickness. As he stood there fondled and teased by Rarity’s flawless grip the young man couldn’t help but wonder; to think back at the last night and what all had happened. About how hard he had climaxed to a few fingers in his rear, about how the emotion of it all had shaken him down to the core. He had never been more a woman than last night, and Rarity was reminding him of every trace of his femininity as she stood there teasing, teasing, teasing…

“A...Ahh!” A heavy blush crossed the young man’s face as it came over him, and he proved that the early morning arousals of young men carried through even when he presented himself as feminine as he could. Already hard against Rarity’s grip and easily worked to the climax he hadn’t expected, poor Coco Pommel shuddered and thrust himself into his goddess’ warm, inviting hand. Rarity’s fingers were coated in a white cream from her precious pet but the inside of the apron took the brunt of it, soon marked with streaks of sauce that drooled down the fabric and eventually dripped to the floor.

And Coco, with his hands still gripped tight around the fork and spatula, practically melted. He could’ve easily fallen back against Rarity in that moment and gone right to sleep, and sure enough the older woman was helping encourage him towards that. So many kisses, so many caresses, even a few whispers about how wonderful she found him. He lost himself in her voice, that sweet, sweet voice.

“...sweetest, the, the…”

Yes, Goddess! The feeling of his slickened sack resting in her palm.

“...quick! We need to-”

Need to go back to bed? To kiss and cuddle and make love throughout the day?!

“Coco!” Rarity’s voice was suddenly sharper, more urgent, and enough to snap him out of his euphoria. “Coco, darling, the eggs!”

The next few minutes were spent with Coco putting out the cinder-induced eggs, apologizing profusely to his understanding mistress, and making plans for an alternate breakfast. And through it all Rarity smiled, laughed, and made Coco weak in the knees in so many ways more than just a simple sub-apron handjob.

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“...Rarity, I’m so sorry again.” Coco Whimpered nearly forty five minutes later, walking with his arm looped through one of Rarity’s own. “I made such a mess of the kitchen, and I...I just wanted it to be perfec-”

“Pish posh, darling.” Rarity simply smiled, and her alternate hand moved up to lightly and lovingly tap his nose. Without a trace of upset in her tone Rarity continued to click along the sidewalk, her heels making noise with every step and her brunch dress flowing behind her. Every fashion minded woman needed a brunch dress, after all! What would you wear during brunch without one?! “It was entirely my fault. If anything, I’m flattered that you find my affections so...distracting.”

Distracting was selling it short, in Coco Pommel’s opinion. Her hands were nothing short of heaven.

“Besides, darling, I’ve wanted to take you to this place for some time!” Rarity continued as they rounded a corner, heading up a small flight of marble stairs. At the top there was a wide building with several outdoor benches, all of them sitting right behind a lovely table and each one positioned for a view of the rest of the city. “It’s a place special for lovers, you know. You have to be in love to eat here! And I simply couldn’t stand not sharing this with you, darling. It makes me happy that we can enjoy it together now.”

Coco Pommel simply beamed, from his lover’s words to the sight of that romantic brunch nook. He padded along beside Rarity with the same sweet smile on his features all throughout the next few minutes, standing patiently and quietly at her side while Rarity spoke with the hostess and found the two of them a nice bench secluded from the others. It was just big enough for the both of them and the pair settled easily down into the seats, Rarity with one arm wrapped around Coco’s shoulders and Coco with a delighted blush across his face. The weather was fair and warm with a wonderful cool breeze from time to time, and throughout the entire outdoor establishment the scent of fancy coffee and fresh baked pastries filled the air. And as the two settled in to share a single menu; more than one menu was forbidden at any table, Coco Pommel savored the feel of his lover’s arm around his shoulders.

He was every bit Rarity’s woman as the two curled in together, and he found his head resting to her shoulder while their eyes poured over a list of fine drinks and treats to help people wake up in the sweetest of ways. And when the pleasant waitress came about to take their order, Rarity made sure that her beloved Coco knew just how she felt about him.

“Well, dear, my beautiful partner and I shall have~” Flowing from her lips followed a long line of treats, some in English and some in French, but all sounding even sweeter when poured from Rarity’s lips. When the waitress finished writing down the order and excused herself to prepare, the fashionista finally looked to her darling and teased a finger underneath his delicate chin. “I hope you don’t mind me ordering for us, darling. I know your tastes well enough to guess what would delight you the most.”

“Mmm, I don’t mind at all, Rarity.” Coco giggled a bit, his head still resting gently on her shoulder. His eyes danced forward to look over the city from their vantage point, which at that point in the late morning was a calm hub of activity. Nobody was in a particular hurry and everyone seemed to be smiling; or perhaps Coco was simply so utterly charmed by the occasion all he could see were the smiles. It was the first time out in public on the arm of his mistress, and it was every bit as magical as he could’ve hoped for. He wasn’t drawn away from his euphoria until Rarity finally spoke up, her voice thoughtful and contemplative, but also tender and doting.

“Coco, dear, now that we have a chance to relax and unwind…” She mused, a coy lift to the corner of her lips. “I was hoping to tell you a few things. Things about me, and...I suspect, about you, too.” The interest lining Coco Pommel’s eyes was immediate, and the young man lifted his head from Rarity’s shoulder with an obviously inquisitive gaze. He shifted back and forth in his seat and smoothed his hands down the front of his dress, wondering already if it was something he needed to be nervous about. Thankfully Rarity’s voice was gentle enough to keep him calm, as was the steady arm that never strayed far from his shoulders.

“I’ll make things brief, loveliest, and keep them as simple as I can manage.” She smiled a bit, and quirked a brow. “When most of this was explained to me it was by Sunset Shimmer and Twilight Sparkle, and as you can imagine it was...verbose, to say the very least.”

“I...I bet.” Coco found a giggle rising from his throat, before his head tilted to push the question further. “Is this about your...you know?” A quick glance down at Rarity’s lap was enough to suggest what he meant, where her enormous member stayed hidden surprisingly well thanks to a pair of magical panties. “I...I’ve been wondering a lot.”

“And I certainly don’t want any secrets between us, dear.” Rarity smiled, and took the young man’s hand within her own. She interlocked their fingers and brought his hand up to her mouth, pressing a gentle kiss atop it before continuing. “So let me say one thing first, dear. No matter what I’m about to tell you, I want you to know that how I feel for you? It’s genuine. Even if I didn’t have this...accessory, and even if things hadn’t transpired like they have, I’ve wanted you from the first time I saw you in that beautiful evening dress you wore for me.” She leaned in close enough that their noses brushed, and she stole a swift, sharp kiss against the outside of his lips. “What we have, dear. It’s real. And you must know that I cherish it more than all the dresses in Paris.”

Coco Pommel’s cheeks erupted in a large blush, and his throat tightened instantly at the admission. He didn’t know what all Rarity had left to tell him, but that simple promise meant a lot. He simply snuck a kiss of his own against the older woman’s lips, smiled politely when the waitress brought their first round of drinks, and waited for Rarity to continue. The fashionista did so once they were in a space of relative privacy, scooping Coco against her and leaning back to speak fondly and sweetly to her love.

“Darling, Equestrian magic is...unpredictable.” She offered simply, beginning with one fundamental truth she had learned. “And one can’t ever really know for sure how it’ll react, especially in our dimension. When…” She pursed her lips together, waiting for a passing waiter to walk out of earshot. “...when everything happened between myself and my friends, magic was infused into our world.”

“Infused?” Coco tilted his head, his brow still curiously knit. “Infused how, Rarity?”

“Sunset Shimmer went on for nearly ten minutes when I asked her that.” Rarity chuckled softly, before moving a hand up to brush the back of her fingers down Coco’s tender cheek. “To put it as quickly as I can manage: energy flowed into the world. Some of it was masculine, and it inhabited myself and my friends. All of us; Sunset Shimmer, Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy...our little clique, we all sport the same expansion below our waist.” She giggled a little afterwards, and chirped up to address Coco’s look of surprise. “We hide it well, don’t we?”

“W...Wow.” Coco blinked, unsure of what else to say. “I mean, I...that’s a lot of…”

“A lot of, as Rainbow Dash would put it, big throbbing cocks.” The words sounded adorable from Rarity’s pristine lips and spoken with a sweet inflection, and she giggled in delight. “And though I haven’t spoken much of it, it can be...uncomfortable. As you can imagine these things are often demanding, and sometimes my own perfectly manicured hands just aren’t enough. Sure, I tried mixing it up by wearing silk gloves, or fancy rings, and once even wrapped a ribbon around the base, but...enjoying others is the only way that the relief helps. And full disclosure, love, myself and the other girls...we’ve turned to each other for that relief, when we can.”

Coco Pommel had a right to be jealous in that moment, and Rarity knew it. It was perhaps the most damning secret Rarity had to speak, and it was important to her that she had it out in the open. Her “Wednesday book club” was typically little more than she and her six best friends fondling, licking, and rubbing each other to climax after climax. When Coco realized as much; however, there wasn’t a trace of jealousy on his face. Instead he merely looked concerned and loving, his hands moving to rest on Rarity’s lap.

“Oh, Rarity, whatever you need!” The young man practically wept for his lover’s plight, now that he knew just how hard the strain on her could be. “I don’t mind, I...I love you no matter what you do, Rarity! I--” He paused, just long enough for the waitress to come by and check their drinks. “Rarity, I...I can do more, too! With my, with my b-”

“Shh, love, there’s more to say. And it involves your...tender spot.” Rarity cooed with a smile, and nipped at his nose again. She was resolved with the knowledge that Coco Pommel didn’t resent her Wednesday meetings, but also concerned for the young man’s eagerness. She knew fully what he was about to offer, and while it was his to give she wouldn’t risk his comfort. “Darling, Twilight and Sunset always suspected that an equal amount of feminine energy came from Equestria. That it did to some beautiful young men something similar to what it did to us. The glowing from last night? The intensity you felt?” Rarity arched a slender brow. “...I believe it’s pretty clear, my sweetest treasure, that you’re one such recipient.”

Considering the circumstances, Coco Pommel took it well. He sat there in Rarity’s arms, thinking for a moment or two about his own body. He had always been feminine even before the world had heard of Equestria, and whatever gift the magic had given him had only enhanced his already natural qualities. And last night, he had shaken with more tremendous force and desire than he ever had in his entire life. It had given him a pleasure beyond all reasoning. It was hard to be upset considering the memory of how he came so hard that he literally wept the past night. His thoughts were interrupted as Rarity spoke once more, and pulled him even closer.

“That said, dear...your wonderful little spot may or may not be able to take me. I simply don’t know yet. And until we have Sunset Shimmer and Twilight Sparkle check things out, I won’t dare risk it.” As she pulled Coco Pommel in even closer, she allowed her hand to comb down his hair and brush those sea green strands. “Because in all things, dearest Coco Pommel, you are my most important concern.”

Of all the things Rarity told Coco that late morning brunch, those were hardly the most surprising...but to Coco, they were the most important. It was with that rolling through his mind and his heart alike that the young man pulled in close to Rarity again, and was gently kissing her by the time the waitress came by once more.

It was a spot for lovers, after all.

--

Magically infused bodies, girls with masculine members and boys with glowing orgasmic rumps...it was all so strange and quite a bit to get his head around, though Coco knew he’d be fine. He focused instead on the things that he knew, the things that he had control over, and the things he could do in the moment. And when they finished their brunch after learning the truth of his body, Coco had threaded his fingers into Rarity’s own and spoken up with a surprisingly bold tone to his voice.

“I want to go back to Canterlot Boutique, Rarity.” He announced with a smile, just as he drew in a breath of fresh, warm air. “I...have something I want to do for you. For telling me everything.”

And no more than a half hour later, Rarity was reaping the rewards of her honesty. Coco Pommel laid on the bed where he started that morning, wearing nothing more than the pair of knee high mint green nylons that he had worn underneath his own brunch dress. Laying flat on his back with his legs spread, it was enough to give Rarity not only a long, lingering look as his own member and sack, but the tiny entrance of his rear which she had sworn not to take. Rarity was indeed curious about just where the young man was going with his offering, up until he spoke up with a smile.

“Here, Rarity...put it...put it right here.” A gentle hand on Rarity’s own bare shaft guided her forward, just as Coco Pommel’s legs closed together. Rarity was wearing an outfit that could’ve been considered matching her lover’s own; a pair of dark nylons that were drawn up to the same exact point on her flawless white legs. Her otherwise naked body had slid up to press against Coco from a kneeling position, and while her throbbing white member hung forward Coco squeezed his thighs against it. Sheltered in between his legs Rarity could feel the warmth and softness of his flesh; each side gripping Rarity’s shaft on that rare spot between Coco’s lap and where his nylons began. Her member sat idly on his own, and as he swung his hips from side to side Rarity could feel herself groaning in a building hunger. And when Coco Pommel spoke up once more, it was with a sweet voice that Rarity could hardly fathom.

“This...this probably isn’t as good as it’d feel somewhere...somewhere else.” He admitted with a blush, his legs still straight up in the air. Staring straight down at his own body he could see the tip of Rarity’s member peeking out from in between his legs, dripping with a line of precum that he could feel with a shudder across his flesh. Struggling to keep his composure, the young man moved to take Rarity’s hands and guided them to the sides of his rear. “But maybe you could just sort of...hang on tight and...and pretend?” The blush on Rarity’s cheeks was intense, and the fashionista was nearly rendered speechless from his invitation. While the sandwiching of her member between Coco’s thighs was hardly as glorious as his rear would’ve been, it was still more excitement than any one woman deserved. And more pleasure than Rarity had ever experienced with her Wednesday group. She blushed even deeper as she let her hands tighten against Coco’s rump, and her shoulder scooped underneath his calves to help his legs stay aloft.

“It...It’s wonderful, my dearest love.” She beamed, just as she started to thrust. “Perhaps you could pretend, too?”

And with that, Rarity began to thrust. While true penetration was nowhere near their encounter it was still an afternoon of lusty delight, filled with thrill and joy between two deeply entrenched lovers. For Rarity the steady grip of Coco’s thighs was enough to let her imagine his rear, to dream of how warm and tight it would grip around her length one day. The sound of Coco’s gasps as she rutted against his legs helped further her fantasy, goosebumps lining against her flesh and sending shivers across her. And for Coco...even though it was meant to be a treat for Rarity, Coco Pommel was spoiled for sensation.

So many of them! The tight fingers of Rarity squeezing his rear. The ticklish tremors that ran through him when her member brushed back and forth from his thighs. The sweeping of her shaft up and down across his own, eventually coating it in a layer of precum and making him ache in delight. And most noteworthy of all...enough that it nearly drove him to climax in and of itself, the steady whud, whud, whud of Rarity’s undercarriage as it snapped forward on each thrust, slapping him squarely against his spread, tender pucker. Every push forward reminded him of her girth, of her strength, and her wonderful, loving passion.

It was the sweetest of afternoon delights from beginning to sticky end, an end that left both of them climaxing but only Coco Pommel dripping with cream. The squirt of his own length had peppered his belly in a cute fashion but it wasn’t until Rarity began to unload that the young man was effectively painted; struck with several hard streaks that ran across his slender body and managed to land against his face. His tiny young man breasts, his flawless features, even his sea green hair...all of it plastered with Rarity’s sudden spunk as she finished thrusting between his thighs.

It would’ve been a horrible mess to clean up, were Rarity not there to drop down swiftly, join him amidst the copious cream, and work to usher every last drop from his body up to his mouth, kissing it away until he swallowed all of her relief.

It was a sticky afternoon filled with lust and appreciation, and as Coco laid there in a quivering mess, waiting for Rarity to tongue another mouthful of cum past his lips, he finally had some understanding of the bond between himself and Rarity. If the magic of Equestria made them two halves of a shared coin, it meant they were connected. Joined, bound, and impossible to separate. It was a notion that thrilled him to the core, even as he suckled rarity’s cream from the tip of her tongue.

Whispered words of love were shared between them even amidst the mess, and Coco Pommel drank down each one. Life with Rarity had a way of redefining “the best day of his life” every new one that came, and that afternoon was no different.

He was Rarity’s woman. And while it wouldn’t of been accurate to call her his man, she was certainly, unerringly, and absolutely...his.

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