[ONE] Boutique Called Desire [NC][Clop]

>The sound of arrhythmic tapping at your window awakens you.

>It's shortly after dawn, and a certain blue flying pony has come for your daily torture.

>You don't even acknowledge her presence at the window, you just throw some clothes on and head downstairs.

>Roseluck greets you while working on a bouquet of roses, getting the shop ready to open for the day. "Hey Anon, out for your morning run, huh?"

"Yeah..."

>She smiles. "Have a good time! And don't forget, if you ever want some breakfast too don't hesitate to ask."

"Thanks, Ms. Rose. I'll keep it in mind. See you later."

>You felt lucky to have such a nice landlady, but really you're enough of a burden as-is.

>Slipping out the back door, you're immediately put face-to-face with your alarm clock.

>"Ugh, let's get on with it," her voice squeaks lacking any enthusiasm. "I have my work backed up today, so PLEASE try to run faster today."

"Good morning, Rainbow."

>"Pshyeah. Morning to you too."

>You steal a glance at the overcast sky, wondering why controlling the weather was such a big deal.

>"I SAID let's go!" She tries to push you from behind, but of course your weight means you aren't really going anywhere.

"Okay, okay."

>You begin your morning run, which is really more of a jog, except when it's more of a walk.

>Yeah, you're getting better about the weight but you're still out of shape.

 

>"C'mon don't slow down now! You're costing me precious nap time Anon!"

>Words of inspiration like this is what you get from your coach floating mere inches away from your shoulder.

>It's still a mystery why Rainbow does this for you every single day.

>Before long, you see your goal ahead of you at last - Sweet Apple Acres.

>With Rainbow's brand of encouragement, you push through the final stretch and plop down on the ground at the entrance to the apple farm.

>"Ya made it!" Applejack exclaims, approaching you carrying some water.

"*Huff* Thanks, Ms. Applejack."

>You gladly take and guzzle down the water desperately trying to rehydrate your sweaty, exhausted mess of a body.

>Applejack smiles. "Shucks, Anon. You're here everyday, it's the least ah can do to help."

>Really, you would much rather have Applejack as your trainer, but it's never been able to happen.

>Rainbow Dash rolls her eyes. "He's all yours now, AJ. See you tomorrow, Anon. Can you please TRY to be awake next time?" She flies off in a huff before you can even respond.

>"What in tarnation's gotten into that girl?" Applejack asks.

>You shrug helplessly, attempting to stand like a newborn lamb.

>Fuck are you going to feel this tomorrow.

>"Ya okay there Anon?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine."

 

>You pull out a small empty bag from your pocket, shaking it open.

"Can I get a fill-up on apples?"

>"Of course! Right this way!" Applejack fills your bag with some apples sitting in a nearby bushel and you give her a few bits.

"Thanks, Ms. Applejack."

>She blushes. "Ya're too polite, Anon. Just Applejack 'd be dandy."

"Okay then, thanks Applejack. I'll be on my way now."

>"Be seein' ya around, Anon." She waves as you depart the farm at your own pace.

>That Applejack sure is nice and dependable. Probably the nicest pony to you in all of Ponyville.

>Nicest in all of Equestria is probably Princess Celestia. After all, she's giving you a weekly stipend that pays for your room and board as long as you make progress getting in shape. She may not have been able to send you home, but you really feel like she cares about you.

>Enough to bug you more about becoming healthy than your own mother ever did, anyway.

>You munch on an apple as you head back to town.

 

>After dropping off the rest of the apples at Roseluck's as a little gift for your landlady, you remember that you have an order for some more jeans that should be ready at Rarity's.

>Head over to Carousel Boutique.

>Push through the door, a little chime jingling getting Rarity's attention.

>"Hello and welcome to Carou- oh! Anon!"

"Hello Ms. Rarity."

>She trots over to you. "How are you doing today?"

>You grumble a bit.

>She looks a bit shocked. "Why, what could possibly be the matter sweetie?"

>You just kinda look at the ground and mutter.

"Rainbow was mean to me today."

>"Aww, I'm sure she didn't really mean it. We all have bad days, sometimes. She cares about you enough to help you right?"

"I guess."

>"I wouldn't worry about it if I were you."

"Funny coming from the drama queen herself."

>She gives you a dirty look. "Oh, and the pants you ordered are done. You should try them on to make sure they fit since they ARE a smaller size. You came here at a good time too, the shop is empty except for the two of us."

>While these crazy ponies seem to be fine going naked most of the time, you however continue to live up to the societal expectations of your culture. Rarity certainly appreciates the added boost to her business and accommodates you.

"Good thing."

>She flips the 'OPEN' sign over to the 'CLOSED' position with her magic, and you hear the click of the door locking.

 

>Odd... she's never locked the shop before just to give you some privacy changing. Maybe she's concerned about break-ins?

>Directing you to her workroom where the jeans are, she turns around to give you some privacy while you change into them.

>While you're fumbling with getting your legs in the new pair, she decides to strike up conversation with you. "Anon, darling. I heard a rumor the other day that you were saying that besides brains, that the next most special trait of a human is ... stamina."

>Surely she's not implying what you think she's implying, right?

"...yes, as I was telling Twilight last week, humans in their natural state used to chase wounded animals they were hunting for miles. In that regard our stamina is impressive, although I don't have much because of a poor diet and lack of exercise."

>"You make humans sound so dangerous." She flicks her tail slightly, placing an almost sensual emphasis on the word dangerous.

>Ignoring her response and how it's making you uncomfortable, you finish buckling your belt around the slimmer pair of jeans.

"How do I look?"

>She slowly walks around you in a circle, examining how the garment fits you from every angle.

>"Darling, I must say with the weight you've been losing you look amazing! Every time you come to my shop you just look better and better..."

"Uh, thanks Ms. Rarity, but how well would you say they fit?"

 

>"Oh, right. Thaaat," she chuckles. "They fit you quite excellently. Try on the other pair, if you would?"

>Gladly. Anything to get out of here sooner and not come back for awhile, you've decided.

>Rarity turns around again, and you unbuckle your belt and drop the jeans to your ankles.

>Before you've stepped out of them, suddenly you feel a cinching around your ankles.

>Looking down, the jeans are glowing with a blue aura, the belt secured tightly.

"What the-?"

>Rarity turns, her horn glowing. You feel a tug on the jeans and you lose your balance.

>You land on your butt on the floor of her workroom.

"Ms. Rarity?! What is going on?"

>With a wicked look in her eyes, she grins. "Doing both of us a favor."

>Overcoming being stunned for a moment, you reach down to try to free your legs of the belt.

>"Tsk tsk. Don't give me trouble when I'm feeling generous, Anon." Rarity holds your arms back with magic stronger than you can overcome with your feeble arm strength.

>She levitates a length of blue ribbon over from her workbench, binding your wrists together with it, tying it in a bow. "There. Much better." She approaches your side.

"Rarity, let me go!"

>Your voice quakes with fear.

>She pulls your boxers down to your knees with her teeth, eyeing your flaccid manhood.

>"What, is this not exciting enough for you?" She asks, making bedroom eyes at you.

 

>She raises her front hooves over your leg, standing half between your legs. Quickly you press your legs together, trapping her. She glares at you angrily, then makes your knees buckle with her magic, throwing them wide apart with telekinetic force.

>"Stop resisting, darling. Or I'll see to it that no pony in the textile industry from Fillydelphia to Canterlot will EVER do business with you. Then you'll just have to go naked all the time, such a shame."

"H-How?"

>She lifts a forehoof and inspects it casually. "Quite simple. I just casually spread word that humans are brutes who won't pay and even will sexually assault you when you ask them to pay..."

"Y-you wouldn't..."

>She lowers her hoof, sliding it below your cock and applying uncomfortable pressure to your balls. "Try me," she says, grinning.

>You whimper, cursing yourself for not being stronger than a goddamn dressmaker.

>Involuntarily from the stimulation, your cock used HARDEN. It's super effective!

>Rarity giggles, teasing the tip with her tongue. "Oh, you ARE finally getting into it."

"Fuck you."

>"Soon, dear. Just be patient."

>She takes the whole of your growing erection into her mouth, suckling at it. It's been so long since you've had anything but your hand.

>You can't help but enjoy it, to your own dismay.

>Rarity begins bobbing on your nearly fully erect shaft, looking greedily into your eyes.

 

>A moan of pleasure escapes your lips.

>That distresses you nearly as much as the act of Rarity, a pony you thought you could trust, holding you against your will.

>She notices your moan and pulls back, dropping your cock from her mouth with a plop.

>"Having a good time?" She smiles, climbing onto your chest.

>You don't feel inclined to respond. All you want is for this to be over. Vision becomes slightly blurry as you begin to tear up.

>"Ah ah ah! No crying, or you'll spoil the mood."

>Rarity's horn begins to glow. A squeezing sensation overtakes your dick, and you feel it moving.

>She positions herself, rubbing the head of your cock against her entrance. It feels hot and her juices run down your shaft from the slightest bit of contact.

>You tense up.

>Suddenly, there's knocking on the door.

>You hold your breath.

>The faint call of "Sis? ... Rariiiityyyy~" can be heard from outside.

>Rarity stands on your chest, leaning a hoof painfully on your collarbone, forcing you to exhale. "Not. A. WORD." She looks as though she's going to end you.

>Broken, you weakly nod.

>You gasp for air as she steps off your chest, sliding back down toward your belly.

>With one smooth motion she spears herself on your shaft, causing you to twitch nervously.

>What the fuck, pussy's pussy.

>No, you are being violated by a monster in the form of a small horse.

 

>You turn your head to the side, looking for anyone, anything that could possibly save you.

>You'd even take Rainbow Dash, for all her bitching about how bad you are physically.

>Clap eyes on...Opal, Rarity's cat. Who is currently licking her own ass on the other side of the room.

>Well shit.

>Rarity begins bouncing on your cock, her plush walls rubbing and sending waves of pleasure through your body, crashing into the crumbling tide break of your sanity.

>Within moments the cruel bitch orgasms, but quickly notices you haven't.

>"So, I guess it IS true about that stamina..." she smugly states, staring at you.

>She continues to abuse your body to supply herself with orgasm after orgasm until you finally peak.

>Hating yourself more than you ever have before in your life, your cock erupts deep inside Rarity's maresnatch.

>She lies on your belly in awe, smiling contentedly.

>"See, we both needed that."

>Climbing off of you, she walks away to go clean up. "This will be our little secret, got it?" She turns to face you once more. "The pants are on the house. Keep up the good work."

>As she's almost out of sight a burst of magic unties your wrists and ankles.

>Scrambling faster than you ever have before in your life, you quickly dress and get the fuck out of Rarity's shop.

>Run into Sweetie Belle.

>"Hi Anon! Have you seen Rarity?"

>It takes every fiber of your being to keep a strong face for this innocent filly.

 

"Yes, I was trying on some new clothes she made."

>"Oh so THAT'S why the shop was locked?"

>You nod, as a part of your soul continues to die.

>"Okay then, bye Anon!" she cheerily states as she slips past you into the shop.

>Hanging your head in shame, you slowly plod home and cry yourself to sleep.