>It's been two days since you bought that stupid pocket-watch from that traveling salespony.
>At least, you think it's been two days since then.
>Hence the need for a watch.
>You're at least sure that it's been about a day since you asked Rarity if she could fix the damn thing.
>Despite her insistence that 'no, fashion is in no way related to watchmaking,' she graciously agreed to take a look and see what she could do anyways.
>As she waved goodbye, you could have sworn you heard her mutter something under her breath about the 'element of generosity' and 'a gift, as well as a curse.'
>You would have taken that the wrong way, if not for the sly smile that started to form at the corners of her lips as you left.
>Anyways, you trod down the path on your way to Rarity's home/shop, too angry over a potentially bogus purchase to take in an admittedly beautiful new day.
>You approach Carousel Boutique in foul spirits, mentally bracing yourself for nothing but bad news.
>You open the door and let yourself in, the ringing chime signaling the entrance of a possible customer.
>"I'll be right out in a moment!" Rarity calls out from the back in her usual pleasant, refined voice.
>You find your sour mood tempered slightly.
>You always seem to find yourself a little bit happier around ponies, especially Rarity.
>For all her vanity, she's generous to a fault and a good friend.
>Not to mention, quite the looker if you may say so yourself.
>Not that you've ever mentioned something like that to another pony.
>This is a good life you've got going on here, and you'd rather not to mess it up with awkward romances or anything, at least if you can manage.
>A few seconds pass before a nearby door slams open and out comes Rarity's shapely rump, walking backwards into the room as she levitates a wobbly tower of boxes and sewing materials in front of her face.
>"I'm so sorry about the wait, give me a moment to put these down and I'll be right with you," Rarity says all the while trying to maneuver the ungainly stack through the door with her unicorn magic.
>You watch as Rarity tilts her body from side to side, as if swaying her behind like a pendulum would somehow help get the boxes through the door, unintentionally giving you a nice show.
>She's always had a graceful hop in her step that made every motion walk the line between sophisticated and sensual, as well as pleasing curves in all the right places, at least for a pony as far as you can tell.
>You eye her well toned derrière covered in pristine white fur, and even from across the room, you can catch brief glimpses of her jet-black marehood as her stylish violet tail swings to and fro.
>You catch yourself staring, mesmerized.
>You manage to stop yourself before too much blood starts draining out of your brain and into your other head, forcing yourself to inspect some rather classy curtains adorning an open window.
>Just in time too, as Rarity at last manages to finesse the ungainly pile of materials into the room and quickly place them aside in a disorganized heap.
>Finally taking notice of her guest, she turns to face you, the alabaster pony giving you a cheerful smile.
>She hastily trots up to you, allowing you a good look at her comely face, accented by just the right amount of makeup and her vogue mane, immaculate as ever.
>"Ah, good afternoon Anonymous. Once again, allow me to apologize for making you wait. It's been a bit of a slow day, and I thought I'd get some evening chores done early," she says.
"That's alright Rarity, I just stopped by to see if you made any progress on that watch."
>"Oh of course, it's right over here."
>Rarity turns her head and her horn glows with arcane energy.
>On a table at the far end of the room, a similar aura envelopes the pocket-watch you left with her yesterday.
>It quickly levitates upwards and crosses the room, eventually coming to a stop right in front of you.
>It looks like it's been polished to a lustrous shine, a far cry from the tarnished timepiece you bought from that crooked salespony.
>"You may very well have gotten more than you bargained for, quite literally," Rarity says.
>You extend an open hand, into which the watch promptly falls into.
>"I was unfortunately unable to get the watch working properly," she continues. "I failed to even find any gears or proper clockworks!"
"What do you mean? It's missing parts? Or it's just a replica or something?"
>Confused, you look down at the watch in your hand.
>Rarity's magic still around it, the watch opens up, revealing the absence of any inner workings that would normally constitute a watch, but instead a well-cut crystal softly pulsating with brilliant blue light.
>"Not exactly, dear. There is a great deal of magical energy in this watch. Not to mention this absolutely magnificent gemstone, which was without a doubt cut by an extraordinarily talented pony."
>"And that is where my expertise ends. I'm afraid that's all I can say with any degree of confidence. I'd suggest you take this to Twilight. She's sure to know more."
>You close the clock's face, shutting away the dazzling blue glow, curiosity replacing your rapidly ebbing disappointment.
>You start turning the watch over in you hands, fingering it, getting a feel for its shape and weight.
>It's strange.
>Tools and appliances in Equestria have always felt oddly out of place to you.
>Perhaps because they were intended to be used by hooves, rather than hands.
>But this watch, it's almost as if it was tailor-made for you, the golden case fitting perfectly into your palm and your thumb settling comfortably on a discrete little dial on the circumference of the watch, just beyond the 1 position.
"Hmm, what's this?"
>"An anchor for a chain, perhaps? Or maybe a defect in this otherwise flawless accessory. Whatever it is, it most certainly does not set the ti-" Rarity stops, her words capped by a soft click as your thumb presses down on the dial.
>Nothing happens, but something subtle seems to change in the air, something you don't notice at first.
"You were saying, Rarity? Hello?"
>You look back at your host to find her stock-still.
"Ra-Rarity?"
>She doesn't respond.
>She doesn't even seem to acknowledge you.
>Her mouth is slightly agape, words still stuck in her throat mid-sentence.
>Her half-lidded eyes stare at you, unblinking.
>The magic glow atop her head, normally so lively with otherworldly energy, encases her horn like transparent marble.
>A single white hoof is raised at you, almost accusingly.
"Rarity, say something!"
>No response.
>You step towards her and wave an empty hand in front of her face.
>She doesn't even blink.
"Umm, Rarity, if this is some kind of trick, you got me!"
>You can't help but let a bit of alarm slip into your voice.
"Rarity! If you don't say anything, I'm going to, umm, mess up your hair!"
>Your trembling hand reaches out towards her head, your fingers digging deep into her plush purple mane, ruining the delicate hair swirl that always dangled at the side of her face.
>You pull your hand back and recoil in shock.
>As if in a daze, you take a moment to look around.
>Across the room, a motionless Opalescence's forelegs are splayed out in front of her as she raises her hindquarters into the air in mid-stretch.
>An unmoving curtain billows with still air from the open window.
>Even the tiny particles of dust and hair that should be drifting about in the rays of afternoon sunlight streaming into the boutique seem frozen in place.
>Finally, you look down at the pocket-watch still clutched in your hand.
>The hands, motionless just moments ago, are spinning at breakneck speeds, as if days were passing by in the span of seconds.
>Impossible, when you realize the very opposite is happening.
>It seems that your recent purchase has bestowed upon you the ability to bring time itself to a standstill.
>Awed by this revelation, you pocket the watch for now and return your attention to the frozen pony in front of you.
>You crouch down until you can look into Rarity's eyes with your own, and almost reflexively, your hand reaches out to caress her cheek.
>Not even a heartbeat.
>And yet, her silky fur is still pleasantly warm to the touch, like rich satin.
>Before long, you find yourself gently stoking the side of her muzzle.
>Time really is frozen, you think to yourself, as you get lost in the moment, as well as Rarity's half-closed eyes.
>As you absentmindedly rub her cheek, you accidentally slip a thumb into her mouth.
>The sensation is bizarre, hot and moist as your invading appendage slides across the inside of her cheek.
>You gasp and instantly pull your hand back, a thick coat of pony saliva drenching your thumb and creating a natural sucking sensation as you exit her mouth.
>And yet, despite all that, Rarity hasn't moved an inch since you pressed that dial.
>Still, the feeling of being inside her wasn't all that unpleasant.
>Being this close to another pony, especially one as lovely as her.
>Already you can feel your more carnal instincts betraying your lust.
>She is completely at your mercy, your any and many fantasies just at the tip of your fingers.
>You really can do anything you want to her...
>Wait, no, no, no!
>How could you even consider this?
>A friend like Rarity, taking advantage of her in this helpless state?
>The same Rarity that has shown you nothing but generosity ever since you first stepped foot in Equestria.
>Alongside her friends, the only ones willing to help when you were so lost, where others would only run and hide in fear.
>Taking her now, with no way for her to consent, would undeniably be rape.
>Even with your conscience screaming at you, it looks to you like her eyes have adopted a more sultry look since you last saw them, her mouth ever so slightly ajar in a devilish grin.
>You can't lie to yourself.
>It's been a while since you've been intimate with another person, let alone a pony.
>The thought of dating here has crossed your mind once or twice before, but you've always managed to come up with an excuse not to.
>Needless to say, many a sleepless nights have been spent alone.
>And here was a chance to feel the warm touch of another living being.
>Not just any person or pony either, this was Rarity, one of the most elegant mares in all of Ponyville.
>The battle between your goodwill and your desire to rub your cock against her womb until you cum your brains out is fierce, but short-lived.
"Sorry Rarity."
>You softly whisper, even as you gently pinch her chin, even as you slowly angle her head upwards, even as you close your eyes, lean in, and press your lips against hers.
>Your tongue forces her lips wider and starts ravaging the inside of her mouth mercilessly.
>The taste of her is absolutely marvelous, almost addictive, tangy and tasting faintly of dark chocolate, with just the mildest tinge of sweetness.
>You lick at her teeth and wrestle with her own listless tongue, drawing it out and wrapping around it with your own.
>You open your eyes to find Rarity staring at you with the same unchanged expression.
>Finally, you break off your kiss and back up, gasping for breath.
>A thin bridge of saliva stretches between the two of you like translucent shackles, evidence of your misdeeds.
>Wasting no time, you quickly stand up and undo your pants.
>They drop to your feet and, being careful not to disturb the pocket-watch, you toss them aside, exposing your throbbing erection.
>You slide your cock across Rarity's face, smearing her frozen visage with liberal amounts of pre.
>With little fanfare, you roughly shove your cock into Rarity's mouth, forcing her lips ever wider to accommodate your invading member.
>With no chance of choking, you thrust your hips even further forward until you can feel the head of your penis touch the back of her throat, and with one final shove, you push ahead even farther, your tip just barely entering her esophagus.
>You pause to reach down and place a hand against her throat, and smile when you feel a very noticeable bulge at the top of her neck.
>The heat from deep inside her rolls over your prick like a wave, and you struggle not to cum then and there.
>Her tight passage clings to you like a hot vice, her mouth and tongue inadvertently massaging your member as you slowly pull out.
>When you've nearly completely withdrawn from her mouth, you wrap your hands around the back of her head and plunge in again, your cock easily reaching past her throat in one smooth stroke.
>Her saliva, and no doubt some of your own, coats your pecker like a delightfully hot glaze, some of her spit managing to escape and glisten her lips as you start thrusting in and out.
>You gradually build up a smooth pace, just trying not to cum too quickly and to enjoy the sensation of Rarity's mouth around your thick rod.
>When you walked in here, you never imagined that you'd be roughly face-fucking Rarity of all ponies like some dirty toy, to be used and abused at your pleasure.
>And here you are, precum-oozing cock so deep in her throat she'd certainly be choking if she could.
>Before long, a white blur starts creeping in on the borders of your vision.
>Already, you can feel your heavy testes swell with who knows how many months' worth of unspent seed, just aching to be released.
>It seems that her forehooves have steadily slid forward amidst your rampant thrusts, lowering her shoulders and tilting her head back, causing you to more or less thrust downwards into her lower throat.
>You grab at her horn for leverage, your concern for her well-being completely overridden by the overwhelming need to cum.
>As you near your peak, you start thrusting with reckless abandon, closing your eyes and listening to the pleasing sound of your testicles smacking against her chin, spraying spit and pre everywhere.
>At last, lightning shoots up your spine, arching your back as you force as much of yourself as you can into Rarity's violated mouth, bottoming out in her throat.
>You can feel your balls actually lighten, as your engorged cock starts spraying thick strands of ropey cum directly into her stomach.
>It feels like you cum bucket loads, you creamy seed coating the walls of her throat, the interior of her mouth, and your own member as you stuff her to the limit.
>Just when it seems you've nearly filled her to the brink and run the risk of overflowing, your testicles finally manage to empty themselves.
>You ride off the rest of your sexual high in absolute bliss, with one of the most satisfying orgasms you've had in recent memory.
>Almost sluggishly, you slide your slick shaft out of Rarity's mouth, allowing a proverbial flood of spit and semen to pool at the base of her lower lip.
>A waterfall of whitish goo flows out of her mouth, dripping into a rapidly growing puddle of obscene fluids on the floor, the rest dribbling down her chin to stain her formally snow white coat.
>You feel completely sapped of energy, the kind of sweet exhaustion that starts out at your groin and quickly seeps into your arms and legs.
>You walk over to Rarity and collapse against her, your back against her flank and an arm run around her shoulders.
>If you didn't know any better, you'd would have said she looked and felt just a little bit plumper.
>Already, you can feel the tender embrace of sleep tug at your eyelashes.
>The faint sound of chimes forbids you from drifting off however.
>You think nothing of it at first, content to sleeping the day away against your inanimate lover.
>After-all, you have all the time in the world.
>As if to spite you, the chimes intensify, as if reaching a crescendo.
>Wait a minute.
>If time is stopped, shouldn't you be the only thing in the world capable of making sound?
>You get up and move to pick up your discarded trousers.
>Digging through the pockets, you find the watch and pop it open.
>It seems you've found of the source of those bothersome chimes.
>Moreover, the hands have definitely dialed back from their earlier dizzying speed.
>You're not sure exactly what this could mean, but you have an idea.
>The perverse fog around your mind finally begins to clear, and the weight of what you just did hits you like a brick.
>Trying not panic, you head upstairs to the Boutique's residential bathroom and pick up a few towels.
>Moving quickly, you head back down and get to work cleaning up your mess.
>You mop up the floor, taking care to wipe off Rarity's face and sullied coat.
>You try your best to return her to a somewhat presentable state, all the while the chimes ring louder and louder in your ear.
>You're no trendy fashionista, but you think you've managed to fix her hairdo, though her mane and coat remain a bit ruffled despite your efforts.
>Finishing up, you clean off your own naughty bits and hurriedly put your pants back on.
>Hopefully, Rarity won't notice a couple of towels missing as you haphazardly toss them out the window for later retrieval.
>Almost frantically, you straighten her up and smooth out her body as close to you can to her pre-raped state.
>Regrettably, there's nothing you can do about whatever cum remains in her mouth.
>Maybe she won't notice the taste?
>With what feels like seconds to spare, you stand in front of her as nonchalantly as you can manage, trying to replicate the scene exactly before time stopped as accurately as you can.
>None too soon either.
>The deafening chimes reach their peak, before being capped off by what sounds like the striking of a monstrous gong.
>Like air filling a vacuum, time seems to lurch forward, giving you a noxious feeling in your gut.
>You notice the sounds at first; birds chirping, leaves rustling, barely audible pony conversations in the distance.
>Innocuous bits of noise that you would never had given the time of day, if not for the complete absence of them you've just experienced.
>In front of you, an animate Rarity doubles over and gags harshly, the sound drowning out everything else.
>Feigning ignorance, but not concern, you reach out to her.
"Rarity? Are you all right?"
>Amidst her coughing, she raises a reassuring hoof in answer, then brings it up to cover her mouth.
>How very Rarity of her, ladylike even now.
>With a strained voice, she replies "Ahem, I'm alright, dear. Just a sudden coughing fit."
>She gives you a warm smile, which quickly dissipates as she narrows her eyes and purses her lips.
>Her tongue darts in and out of her mouth, as if tasting something.
>"Hmm, what an queer flavor. It's been a while since I've, umm, eaten. How odd to taste it now..."
>You think it's about time you beat a hasty exit.
"You don't say? I did hear there's a flu being passed around town. Sorry for not sticking around, but I really don't want to catch anything. It's just about time I left anyways."
>"Oh but Anon, you've only just arrived! Like I said, business is slow. I certainly don't mind you staying. Maybe some tea or fresh biscuits Pinkie brought by can change your mind?"
"I'm sorry Rarity, but I really need to go."
>You slip a hand into your pocket to make sure the watch is still on you, before quickly heading to the door and leaving without even a goodbye.
>You can hear Rarity calling out to you as you start walking away.
>Despite your unease, you stop to turn around.
>Rarity looks at you with a cocked eyebrow, suspicion and doubt palpable on her face.
>You turn back and head down the path to Ponyville, your walk rapidly turning into a brisk jog.
End