A Hoofjob from Rarity


                                            >Be anon in equestria.

                                            >Pones don't do the sex thing.

                                            >Be at Rarity's boutique helping the fancy mare with fancy things.

                                            >"Oh anon! You should stand over here the light is much better!"

                                            >Of course in this instance fancy things involve helping Rarity in creating clothes suiting bipeds.

                                            >"Do you think other creatures would like to wear clothing?"

                                            >"I mean all you humans wear clothes, but do dragons? minotaurs?"

                                            >"So many possibilities in the world of fashion!"

                                            >Rarity continued to talk on as she magicked tape measures and fabric around you.

                                            >For the moment you were her living, and only, bipedal mannequin.

                                            >"At ta ta!"

                                            >"Chin up!"

                                            >"Oh this color goes great with your eyes."

                                            >Rarity then presses her forehooves against your chest as she gets a closer look at your eyes.

                                            >They are incredibly soft.

                                            >"Oh darling, your eyes are rather pretty."

                                            >She says fluttering her eyelashes.

                                            >"And they DO go great with this fabric."

                                            >Rarity hops down to go do some adjustments to the cloth she was handling.

                                            >As you stand waiting you are entranced by her elegance.

                                            >Her soft hooves, her kind demeanor, the way she moves, especially how she props up her hind hooves to give her plot that much more presentation.

                                            >It wasn't long until she was back at you measuring and comparing away again.

                                            "Hey Rarity?"

                                            >"Yes anon dear?"

                                            "How are your hooves so soft if they are, well, hooves?"

                                            >"Ah ha! Looking for grooming advice?"

                                            >"I'll make a gentlecolt out of you yet!"

                                            >Rarity then magicked a bottle of lotion up to you showing it off like a salespony would.

                                            >"I use this several times a day."

                                            >"Keeps my hooves nice and soft, nary a crack or break anywhere."

                                            >"Its a necessity when working with fabric as I do."

                                            >"Can't chance some errant keratin scratching up an important garment."

                                            >She giggles as she places her hooves on the palm of your hands, letting you take in all the softness.

                                            >A wild boner appears.

                                            >"Oh my!"

                                            >"Is that your?"

                                            >She let out a light giggle.

                                            >"Oh Twilight told me all about this." she said with a slight blushing grin.

                                            >"I'm so flattered anon!"

                                            >"So what set you off pre tell?"

                                            >"Was it my elegance? My ladylike charm? Oh no it has to be my hooves am I right?"

                                            >She lifts one of her forehooves to you, showing off the butt shaped soft flesh underneath.

                                            >"Well darling, its a good thing Miss Rarity has exactly what you need."

                                            >She wasted no time in ripping down your shorts and underwear.

                                            >Your soldier was indeed at attention and its springiness amused her.

                                            >"Oh my is that thing all muscle?"

                                            >"Its so big and veiny!"

                                            >"No wonder it hurts when it gets hard." she says in a babying voice as she plants a light smooch on your tip.

                                            >She sets aside her fashion instruments as she sprays some of the lotion on her hooves.

                                            >"This reminds me of something the spa ponies told me during one of my massages."

                                            >"Something about tense muscles holding in stress."

                                            >"Well anyway, I'm sure you know where I'm going with this." She says with a look of determination.

                                            >Rarity then pressed her soft hooves against your member.

                                            >She was careful to press the softest flesh of her frogs against you.

                                            >And with every motion she would delicately kiss your tip causing it to twitch in excitement.

                                            >Rarity really seemed to be enjoying this.

                                            >You stood there like the mannequin you were pretending to be.

                                            >"Mmm, the flavor reminds me of a seaweed pate I once had in Canterlot."

                                            >She said while jerking you off.

                                            >She then progressed from kissing to letting her tongue freely rub on your cock.

                                            >"Twilight said you have a saying where you're from?"

                                            >"A lady always swallows?"

                                            >Over the course of the hoofjob you came closer and closer to your climax.

                                            >And as you got closer Rarity focused more and more on the more sensitive parts of your member.

                                            >Saliva and precum dripped to the floor of the boutique as you orgasmed.

                                            >It took all of your strength not to collapse into a puddle right there.

                                            >Suddenly Rarity enveloped your dong into her mouth as you spewed your seed.

                                            >It filled her cheeks and after taking a moment to savor the flavor she finished with a ladylike swallow.

                                            >"Ah" she sighed.

                                            >"Not bad, I'll have to get some crackers next time."

                                            >"I do think it would make a nice spread."

                                            >"And speaking of spreads, we'll have to do this again sometime."

                                            >"And I would like you to do me a favor then, a massage of my glutes perhaps?"

                                            >"Twilight said you do a better job than the spa ponies."

                                            >"It must be quite an experience with those hands of yours."

                                            >"Now about that fabric."

                                            >Rarity then pulled up your pants and underwear and essentially went back to business as if nothing had happened.