EG CYOA #6 At the Atelier

>You've been hanging out with Rarity more and more these days, after befriending her in an art class

>"This dreck is absolutely dreadful," Rarity says, holding her lunch away from her

>She eyes the food with revulsion before placing it back down onto her tray

>"I cannot see how in the world anyone would eat this willingly, Anon"

>You shrug

>"What choice do you really have, anyways?" you say

>Rarity huffs and crosses her arms

>"I suppose. Anyways, Anon, I wanted to show you more sketches," she says, opening her book to you

>"What do you think?"

>"Oh, hm, let me see."

>You take some of her food off her tray and begin munching on it as you examine her work

>"Well," you say, chewing, "I do like this sketch here. Very spring. I like the variability on where it hugs the body and where it's allowed to hang a bit more"

>"Oh, well, thanks, Anon..." she says anxiously, eyeing you as you eat, looking somewhat repulsed

>"It's not that bad, you know"

>"Oh, well, yes, you're probably right, Anon. But really, I do always like your critiques," she says with a small, but genuine, smile

>You continue to eat as Rarity tries to hide her horror

>You finish, and she gives you a strained smile

>"Well, I have some sketches to show you. I've been trying to learn Renaissance styles of art recently. I do like the realism of it all," you say, drawing a notebook from your pack

>Rarity perks up and leans forwards

>"Oh, I would definitely like to see this," she says. "I must say I'm a fan of the period as well. Modern art has a gotten a bit too pompous for my tastes"

>"Too pompous for you?" you retort

>Rarity laughs and rolls her eyes

>"Okay, well here are some of my sketches," you say, opening up to what you consider your best work

>Rarity's eyebrows raise as she sees them

>"Nudity isn't too... crude, is it?"

>"Oh my, of course not, Anon. It's just... It's incredibly well made. You have a real gift when it comes to the human form, it seems, Anon," she says, looking upon your work intently

>"Flatterer. I feel they're adequate, but there's always room for improvement. The human body is a beautiful thing, and I would love to do it justice. It's just a pity I've not yet had the good fortune to come across a model with your grace"

>Rarity blushes, putting a hand to her mouth to hide a grin

>"Oh, Anon... You truly mean that?"

>You nod

>"I do. I mean every word. Has anyone ever drawn you before?"

>She shakes her head

>"Offered?"

>"No," she giggles

>"It's almost a crime to not put you to the page, if you don't mind my saying," you say

>Her face reddens and she turns her head away from you slightly

>"Well, let it be known that Rarity does not stand in the way of art"

>"Are you sure you're okay with it? I won't mind if you say no," you say

>"Darling, I mean what I say when I say it as well," Rarity says with a smirk

>"If I may ask, where exactly did you do these lovely sketches?"

>"I recently took a trip to France, actually. I found a nice little atelier and drew up most of my sketches there"

>Rarity coos at the mention of France

>"There's actually a nice atelier nearby that I've been using. Not many people go there, so it would be just the two of us"

>Rarity nods, placing a hand on yours

>"I'll meet you straight away once the day ends," she says

>The bell rings, and you each go to your respective classes

>The waiting is agonizing, but eventually school lets out

>You meet Rarity by her locker

>"Anon!"

>"Are you ready to go?" you ask

>"I think I am," she replies

>The two of you walk to the atelier together

>"Shouldn't take very long," you say

>"It would be fine with me if it did," Rarity says with a smile

>As the two of you walk, you enter an older part of town, the buildings showing their age both aesthetically and architecturally

>"I always like coming here," you say

>"As I said before, the sketches you saw we're a bit of a recent development. I used to come here just to sketch the buildings here"

>Rarity looks to you and nods

>"It is quite nice here, I agree. Soothing."

>You point to a building on the other side of the street

>"This is what always gets me. You see that building there? It has a very distinctly French look to it, and yet nearly every other building here shares characteristics with that of German architecture. Almost Bavarian."

>"Ha, you're right. It sticks out quite a bit," she says

>"I'd always wondered to what would go on here way back when. The one Frenchman setting up shop in the heart of a small village of German immigrants. But now I'm rambling," you say, shaking your head

>"Well, I find it interesting, Anon," Rarity says smiling

>"This part of town is just so beautiful. Interesting. A real gem that I'm lucky to have stumbled upon, much like yourself," you say coyly

>Rarity blushes

>"Well, here we are," you say, opening the door to the atelier

>The two of you enter the building together

>As usual, the atelier is empty

>You guide Rarity over to a nearby couch

>"There's no rush, Rarity. If you would like to start off with something else, that would be fine by me," you say

>"No, it's fine, Anon. As you said, it would be a crime against art, and I am no criminal," she says jovially

>She begins unbuttoning her shirt, and slowly removes it from herself, revealing her elegant form

>Rarity begins to shimmy her skirt downwards, and lets it fall to the floor

>It feels as if the breath had left your body, Rarity's body nothing short of perfect

>She pauses

>"We could leave the undergarments on for now, if you'd like," you say, collecting yourself

>"I don't know... I am a lady of my word," she says

>You get up and go to an old gramaphone in the atelier

>"I think I have an idea," you say. "I hope you're fine with some French orchestral music. Though, you wouldn't have much of a choice."

>"I would rather like that," she says

>You stroll on back to her and take her hand as the music starts, and the other on her side

>"You're a real gentleman, aren't you Anon?" she says as the two of you move across the floor of the Atelier

>"Where did you learn to dance like this, Anon?"

>You chuckle

>"France"

>"How wonderful it must have been to be there. The culture, the music, the food. Everything," she says, bright eyed, almost falling into day dream

>"It was quite wonderful. I'd have to say that the first sight of Paris was one of the most beautiful things I'd ever seen, second only to you"

>"You're quite the flatterer, Anon."

>The music fades out, and the two of you come to a stop, standing in each others arms

>"Feeling more comfortable?" you ask

>"I do believe so, yes."

>"Would it make you more comfortable if I took my clothes off as well?" you say jokingly

>"Anon!" Rarity says, lightly pushing you with her hand, giggling

>"You wouldn't mind if we got Magic Johnson involved here, would you?"

>Rarity looks at you oddly, somewhat taken aback

>"Nevermind, dumb joke. I'm just nervous. I'm not sure I can do you justice..."

>Rarity smiles

>"I believe in you, Anon," she says, unclasping her bra

>With all your might, you stop yourself from having your eyes widen, too much at least, as she exposes her supple breasts

>Gently, she removes her last undergarment and it falls to the floor at her feet

>Rarity lies her lithe body onto the couch, striking a pose

>"How does this look?" she asks

>"Simply breathtaking," you say

>Rarity's face goes flush

>"Now, I'll be right back," you say, getting up

>You go turn down the thermostat a few degrees before returning

>Taking your pencil, you begin to sketch Rarity's form, outlining her perfect curvature first

>"I'm really quite not sure as to my ability to bring such perfection to the page. I hope you won't object to the finished product"

>"Judging by your other work," Rarity says, "I have no doubt, and you shouldn't doubt yourself either."

>"It seems to be a tad cold in here, Anon," she says, exhaling

>Her nipples begin to harden in the cold air, and her face reddens

>"Looks like I'm going to have to redraw that part, Rarity. Try not to move so much," you say in jest

>Rarity giggles as her face reddens once more

>You keep sketching, putting all of your focus into the page, trying to emulate her body as well as you can

>Rarity, slowly but surely, springs to life on your page

>Every curl of her hair is drawn in attentive detail

>With some finishing touches, you gaze upon your work with a sense of fulfillment

>"I think I may have actually done it. Putting perfection to the page," you say

>"Ever the charmer, Anon" she says

>"I am being serious, Rarity. Nothing I have ever done, or will ever do, can compare to this" you say, rustling through your bag

>"This used to be my 'masterpiece'," you say, holding up a drawing

>"The old French building in a see of German architecture. But to compare it to your elegance, why, that would truly be a crime."

>Her body shivered, and she wrapped her arms around herself

>"It is getting rather cold in here..."

>"Well, I could always warm you up," you say playfully

>You walk over to Rarity's reclining body, and she sits herself up as you approach

>Sitting yourself down next to her, you embrace her, letting your hand rub along her side

>Rarity giggles

>"I-I'm a bit ticklish..." she says

>"Oh? How ticklish?" you say, a devious look on your face

>"Wait. Did I say ticklish? I mea-" Rarity stops mid sentence, bursting into laughter as you tickle her sides

>She falls back onto the couch, laughing, trying to push you away

>"A-Anon! S-Stop!" she says, unable to contain her laughter

>You finally relent, leaving your hands still on her sides

>Rarity breathes a sigh of relief, and smiles at you

>"I guess that's one way to get warmer," she smirks

>You lay yourself down facing her

>Rarity puts her arms around you, and you return the embrace, hugging your bodies together

>She beams at you and sighs, holding you tighter

>Her soft bosom presses against your chest as the two of you lay intertwined

>Gently, you brush aside hair from her face with your fingers

>She looks up into your eyes and blushes

>You close your eyes and lean in, turning your head slightly

>Your lips meet, hers ever so soft against yours as you lightly run a hand along her side

>Pounding in your chest, your heart gallops, seemingly missing a beat

>Breaking away from the kiss, you open your eyes

>Rarity nuzzles her head against your chest, drawing you in with her arms

>The two of you simply lay together in each others arms, until Rarity breaks the silence

>"So, Anon, did you learn French while you were in Paris?"

>"I didn't know it when I went, but I learn quickly. A bit of a cunning linguist if I do say so myself," you say with a smirk, running your hand along her thigh

>Rarity giggles

>Slowly, you move yourself down, tenderly spreading Rarity's legs apart

>"Anon..." she says, blushing

>You give the inside of her leg small, soft pecks with your lips, slowly rubbing your hands over her thighs

>"Oh, Anon~"

>You inch yourself further and further inwards, taking a long kiss just on the edge of her lips

>Rarity coos, squirming in anticipation

>Lightly flitting your tongue up and down, she brings her legs in on you

>"Oh~"

>You bring your focus upwards

>Rarity gasps as you let your tongue run in circles between her legs

>You pick up the pace

>Your tongue dances about her lips as you go down on her more aggressively

>Rarity moans, writhing against you

>"A-Anon~"

>You can feel her arousal intensify as she warms up, juices dripping between her legs

>Its sweetness only increasing your fervor

>Your hands rub against her nubile body, Rarity's moans echoing throughout the atelier

>You hear the door to the atelier open up, though Rarity doesn't seem to notice

>Fluttershy walks in, a large stack of art supplies in her hands, looking quite precarious

>She turns towards you and Rarity, and drops her things the second she spots you

>"Oh... Oh my... R-Rarity, I'm sorry for i-in..."

>Rarity grasps for her blouse, sitting herself upright, trying to cover herself up

>"Oh, Fluttershy, darling, I... This..."

>Fluttershy stands awkwardly at the threshold, frozen

>"Uh, I was just... Having rarity model. For me." you say nervously

>"Oh, yes, that's right. He was sketching me. I got a bit cold so, he was just... Warming me up," Rarity says, trying to sound convincing

>"Why don't you join us, Fluttershy? Just, modeling and the like"

>"Well... If you want me to..." Fluttershy says, approaching the two of you

>She begins to disrobe, pulling off her shirt

>"Oh, Fluttershy, you don't have to..."

>"But we're in atelier. Isn't that what this is for?" she responds as she begins pulling down her skirt

>"Oh, yes, you're right, Fluttershy."

>As you take in Fluttershy's petite form, you begin to think

>You will never have two such beautiful and perfect bodies of which to draw ever again

>"Would you two... Pose together? I must draw you," you say, once again taking up your notebook

>"Anon..." Rarity pouts

>"...Pose how?" Fluttershy asks

>"You know... Like... Sexually?"

>Rarity gasps

>"Anon! You... You're lucky you even have us here. We're friends... I didn't take you for a scoundrel."

>"It's... I will never have the chance to draw something so bold again. What happened to Rarity doesn't get in the way of art? I didn't take you for a prude."

>Tears well up in Rarity's eyes, and she stares through you with contempt

>"Fine, be that way," she says as she dresses

>"I really thought we had something... Special. Did you just bring me out here to get in my pants? Was the Anon who talked about the beauty of art and architecture just a ruse?" she says through gasps and tears

>Rarity runs for the door, tears blotting the floor as they fall from her face

>Fluttershy shrinks into the couch, hiding her head in her knees

>"Damn it!" you yell out, throwing your chair to the ground

>You fall to your knees

>"Damn it... Why... Why am I so stupid! Fluttershy... I'm sorry for getting you wrapped up in all this..."

>Fluttershy murmurs, nodding her head

>You get up, and run through the atelier door

>Night has fallen, and the streets are lit by the lamps and beams of pale moonlight

>You pick a direction and run, run hoping to find Rarity

>Finally, you spot her, sprawled against the wall of one of the old buildings, crying

>"Rarity, look-"

>"Go away, Anon! Just leave me be..."

>"I'm sorry, I'm an idiot. Something came over me and I thought I could make beautiful art out of you two," you say

>"I only want you, not her. She was just a potential portrait to me"

>Rarity turns to you, mascara running down her face

>"Anon..."

>You try to come closer, but she pushes you away

>"Anon, you... I... Why? I fall for you one minute, and the next you're trying to do... something so uncouth. I just don't know, Anon..."

>"I'm sorry."

>She stares at you solemnly

>"Please come back with me to the Atelier. I'm sorry. I can't say that enough."

>You extend your hand to her

>Rarity sniffles, nodding as she takes your hand

>The two of you reenter the atelier, Fluttershy nowhere to be seen

>You both sit back down onto the couch, and you hold her in your arms

>She meekly places her hands on yours and sighs, still trembling

>Taking her sleeve, she wipes off her face

>"I'm sorry, Anon..."

>"Sorry for what? I'm the one who messed this up."

>"I'm just sorry. Sorry I ran away. Sorry that I assumed the worst of you... Called you a scoundrel," she says

>"It's fine."

>She gives you a peck on the cheek and exhales

>"I think I can make it up to you, though," she says, slinking onto her knees at your feet

>She looks up at you as she pulls down your pants

>Gently, she runs her nimble fingers along your cock

>Rarity leans forward, her soft lips pressing lightly on your head

>Opening her mouth wider, she starts to slide your cock into her

>You take your hand, placing it on the back of her head as she bobs up and down

>Forcefully, you push her head onto your cock, letting it slide deep into her throat

>You hold her there momentarily before letting up, your cock sliding out of her mouth as she gasps for air

>"A bit rough, aren't we, Anon," she says, letting out a soft moan

>Quickly, she goes back, downing you voraciously

>She grips your legs firmly with her hands, your cock almost completely enveloped by her mouth

>You push her head again, each time only making her more and more tenacious

>Rarity finally removes your cock from her mouth

>A long strand of saliva runs down her tongue onto your cock as she breathes warm breaths onto your body

>She rips off her skirt and climbs on top of you, sitting herself down onto your cock, slowly letting you slide in

>"Oh~"

>She begins bouncing up and down, moaning loudly as she hold onto your shoulders

>Moving her lips to your ears, she whispers to you

>"S-Slap me, Anon."

>Rarity leans back, going faster

>You slap her across the face with a firm hand, and she gasps

>"Harder!"

>You hit her again, trying not to hurt her

>She moans, and you can feel her wetten as you slide in and out of her

>You rip open Rarity's shirt, revealing her bouncing breasts

>Wrapping your arms around her, you shove your face between them, wriggling about as their soft warmth presses against your cheeks

>As Rarity bounces on your cock, you begin to flit your tongue across her breast, focusing on her nipple

>You let it bat against the hardened nipple, and she moans in response, grasping you more tightly

>You grab her, pulling her towards you as you plant a deep kiss

>Your tongues writhe against each other violently as Rarity continues sliding you in and out of herself

>Without stopping, you stand up off the couch, supporting Rarity in your arms, and push her against a nearby wall

>Aggressively, you turn her about, forcing her arms to the wall with your hands

>You begin to thrust, hard, the sound of your bodies slapping against each other filling the atelier

>"Ngh~"

>Rarity shudders as you pound her, her inner walls tensing against your cock

>"H-Harder, Anon~" she moans

>Your heart beats against your chest, threatening to rend itself free of your body

>You thrust harder and harder, putting everything you have into each one

>"AH~" Rarity cries out

>A tension builds in your body, building up as you continue to slam against Rarity's plump ass

>Your whole body constricts as you reach orgasm

>You shove yourself deep inside of her as you cum

>Rarity moans as your warmth fills her up

>It feels as if you are being completely drained, filling Rarity to the brim

>The two of you collapse onto the floor, panting

>Your load is pushed from Rarity's body, dripping out of her due to the sheer volume of it all

>"A-Anon~" she coos, rolling over to you, slinging an arm on top of your body

>You embrace her sweat covered body and kiss

>As you and Rarity lock lips, you can hear faint moaning coming from somewhere in the atelier

>"What's that noise?" Rarity says

>You stand up, your legs still a bit wobbly

>Making your way towards the atelier's closet, the moaning becomes louder and louder

>You reach out and open the closet door

>Fluttershy's eyes bulge, and she quickly covers herself up

>"H-Hey..." she says meekly, trying to hide in the closet's corner

>You weren't going to make the same mistake again

>Motioning for her to leave, Fluttershy quickly stands up, her face flush with embarrassment

>She runs for the door while pulling up her skirt and leaves

>You return to Rarity, who is lying on the floor waiting for you

>"Now where were we..."

 

>The next day

 

>Rarity sits across from you, smiling

>Oh no, I agree, their recent line up is far too gaudy. I wouldn't be caught dead in their new outfits," she says

>"So, do you want to head down to the atelier today?" you ask

>Rarity blushes

>"I think I would like that."