> Slippery When Wet
>  by Holy
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> Slippery When Wet
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	 You stand in front of the Carousel Boutique, holding your torn shirt in your hand. Your heart flutters at the thought of having to talk to Rarity topless, but you also don't want to throw out your favorite shirt. You silently curse Rainbow Dash for choosing to play tackle instead of touch and putting you in this situation. She probably did it on purpose too. She knew you had the hots for Ponyville's local fashionista. She even told you to go to her almost immediately. It might've been overkill to go to the best designer this side of Canterlot, but you didn't have any other options at the moment.	

 The summer sun beats down on your bare back, making the sweat bead up on you even more. It was either go in now or sweat to death. You swallow your fear and push into the store, trying to hide your nervousness.

 The air conditioning inside of the store is an instant relief, but doesn't do much to quell the anticipation in your gut about having to face the prettiest girl in town without a shirt. You look around, but the main room was completely empty save for a few mannequins.

 "Rarity?" you call out quietly. You've never actually been much farther than the main floor. You open your mouth to call out louder, but decide against it. What if she's working on something important? Or having to entertain her sister?  The last thing you wanted to do was run into Sweetie Belle in this condition. She probably has a workroom upstairs anyway.

 You recall something about her telling you to 'come by any time if you need anything', so looking around for her probably wouldn't be entirely trespassing. You walk around the main room a couple of times before you come to a flight of stairs. You call her name out yet again, and get no answer.

 You stand at the base for a few seconds. What's the worst that could happen? Rarity has always been nice to you, in that "like a brother to me" kind of way. You hadn't gotten the balls to ask her out yet, but that's not what you're here for. Just need a shirt sewed up... that's it, you tell yourself. Rarity would totally understand why you're looking for her half-naked then.

 You take a deep breath and walk up the stairs. The smell of classy perfume became more apparent as you made it to the second level and approach the room at the end of the hallway. The door was open, and classical music was emanating from inside. You could only guess that it was her work-room. You step into the door and called out her name one more time.

 "Rarity?"

 Nothing. It was obvious by the fabric thrown around the room that she's been here recently. You remember something aboout a fall line for some Manehattan clothing store that Rarity was working on rather than give you the time of day. By the look of the fabric strips and lack of clothing, it was probably safe to say she was done, so at least there was that. You're too deep into it now, you've got to find her and at least explain why you're wandering around shirtless in her house.

 You hear something emanating from the door to your left, and decide that's probably your last stop. You can see the light under the doorway, and a shadow moving around inside of it. You step towards it, slightly relieved that you've finally found her. It almost sounds like static resounding from the other side as you turn the knob. For all you know this is the tv room or something.

 Or the bathroom.

 When you swing the door open, you notice the noise was the sound of the shower running. Rarity stands a couple of feet away, stepping out of her panties. You open your mouth to call out her name, but once you catch sight of her beautiful, pale skin uninterrupted by anything except her violet hair, your breath catches in your throat. You freeze, unable to do anything but marvel at her amazingly sculpted body as she bends over to gather her clothes into a pile.

 She glances over in your direction and lets out a shrill cry of embarrassment. "Agh! What are you doing here!?" she yells, trying to reach for a towel to cover herself.

 "Sorry!" you try to say, but it feels like it comes out more as a squeak than anything. You try to shut the door back, but you end up slamming it so hard that the latch didn't catch; now the door simply swings gently back open, leaving you two gawking at each other.

 A dark blush covers Rarity's face as she tries to cover herself with whatever she could grab, which in this case was a hand towel that didn't quite do the job. She covers her breasts with it and places a hand over her groin. She looks over your bare chest, then back up to you questioningly.

Rarity clears her throat, obviously wondering why you were still just standing there. "Well, d-darling?" Rarity asks nervously.

 "I... uh..." you look down to the shirt in your hand, but the words don't seem to come to your mouth. "I wanted to join... you."

 You fight hard to hold back a wince as the words leave your mouth.

 "E-Excuse me?" Rarity asks. Her features seem to soften at that. She looks around the room for a moment, confused, before looking back up to you, waiting for you to explain.

 You briefly remember your father telling you something about holes and digging, but you can't think of why it matters right now. You're probably already facing a sexual harassment charge or something, might as well roll with it. You wrack your brain trying to think of what you would do if this was some cheesy romance novel. Rarity likes those... right?

 "I-I just couldn't contain my feelings for you any longer, Rarity. You've been at the forefront of my thoughts ever since I met you. Your beauty is unparalleled by anything mortal eyes have seen. I think I love you," you say, slowly making your way over to her. To your surprise she hasn't pulled out any mace or anything yet. Might as well lay it on even thicker.

 "I felt it deep within myself that now was the time to tell you. I want you to be mine, Rarity." You aren't exactly sure where any of this is coming from. It sounds really awkward coming out of your mouth, but you were in too deep now.

 "I... I don't know what to say... I never knew you felt this way," Rarity whispers as you come within inches of her.

 You place a hand on her cheek and look deeply into her azure eyes. "You don't have to say anything..." Doing what felt right, you lean down and place your lips onto hers.

 You close your eyes to try to stay in character, and wait for the knee to the groin, the slap to the face, the taser to the nipples, but none of that ever came. That couldn't have possibly worked... could it?

         You feel the small towel fall to the ground at your feet, and Rarity slowly wraps her arms around your shoulders to melt into the kiss. You want to laugh at how easy that was, but you were too busy enjoying the warmth and electricity in Rarity's embrace and lips. It seems she no longer cares how naked she is. She presses herself up against your bare chest, letting you feel her soft breasts rub against you. The feeling made your pants grow tight with excitement. There was no doubt in your mind that Rarity could feel the monster of a boner you were holding in right now. There was no going back now; if you left you'd probably have to call a doctor about this erection.

         You pull out of the kiss and look down to see Rarity with a small smile on her lips. You put a finger on her chin to make her look you in the eyes and ask, "Shall we?"
 
 She gives you a soft "mmhmm", then lets you lead her towards her still-running shower. You unbutton your pants along the way and let them fall to the floor where you kick off your shoes. She pulls the curtain aside and you both saunter in, unable to take your eyes off of each other. You struggle to look like you're being romantic, especially when you just want to stare at her boobs. You're sure she caught you looking down a few times, but in the heat of the moment, you doubt she cares.

 You pull her back into a kiss as the hot water washes over both of you, matting her hair to her back and your chest. You snake one of your hands down her navel and between her legs, ready to get started. Screw that romantic foreplay; the massive boner poking her in the stomach needs attention now.

 Once you slip a few fingers across Rarity's folds, you're rewarded with a soft coo from her. She breaks the kiss and looks down your chest as well. She reaches for you and wraps one hand around your shaft, making you let out a groan of your own. Rarity certainly knew how to take care of herself; she had the softest hands you've ever felt. Your cock twitches in her grasp as she lightly tugged on it.

 You slip two of your fingers inside of her once you feel her pussy give way. Her grip falters and she leans into you, wrapping her other arm around you as she tried to keep stroking you as well. She certainly is the over-dramatic one, but you aren't complaining. You've never had a girl this hot so close, let alone with a hand wrapped around your dick. Just the simple act of having a hand wrapped around your length brought you close to cumming. You can feel each of her soft fingers like velvet stroking up and down gently. You know you aren't going to last long, so you better make it count.

 You pull your fingers out of her, and Rarity lets out a disappointed sigh at their absence. You'd go through the motions and have the usual hour and a half of foreplay in most romance novels, but you'd probably cum as soon as she put it in her mouth. Just to seem like you didn't want to fuck her from behind and be through with it, you place your hands on her cheeks and look deeply into her eyes.

 "You're the most precious of gems, Rarity."

 Her blush darkens, and a content smile crosses her face. "Oh... you're so romantic. Take me," she says in a sultry tone. She leans up to take another deep, passionate kiss from you, then breaks it to let you do what you want.

 You spin her around and place a hand on her hip. You trace the head of your cock across her slit, making sure she's wet enough for you to start pounding. Even with the water falling across her body, you can feel the slickness of her folds. Not wanting to beat around the bush, you slide yourself into her entrance and immediately groan at the feeling.

 Rarity lets out a soft coo and looks back at you. She's got her 'oh' face on already; that's always a good sign. You push your hips deeper into her, eliciting a few gentle squeaks out of Rarity. You have trouble even standing up as her warm, wet inner walls grip your length. You groan in pleasure once you hilt inside of her. You figure you've got a good thirty seconds before your balls decide the fun is over.

 You start out slow, pulling out of her and pushing back in at a snail's pace. You could feel her lips caressing your length with every inch you put into her. Needless to say, this didn't help you last any longer. You grab Rarity by her hips and increase your pace, making your groins come together with a wet slap every time you made contact.

 Rarity moans in ecstasy every time you push all the way in. Her smooth, sweet voice only brings you closer to orgasm, and you've only got a solid ten seconds in her. You shut your eyes hard and try to think of something else; sick puppies, grandma, the homeless guy who jacks off behind the Sugarcube Corner dumpster, anything, but the silky smooth skin beneath your hands and the elegant coos of the beautiful Rarity demand every bit of your attention.

 Determined not to seem like you were about to just fire and forget, you reach down Rarity's navel and massage her clit with two fingers. Everything you do seems to be counter-intuitive though. Rarity presses herself up against you, making you savor every inch of her body as it rubbed up against yours.

 You stop pumping into her, but her writhing as you assault her clit still swirls you around inside of her. You strain hard to avoid filling her up with love batter, but you're fighting a losing battle. By your count you've lasted a good minute maybe.

 You lean forward and kiss Rarity's neck, trying to distract her from the fact that you pulled out of her to try to cool down. Every now and then, your boner will brush up against her ass, sending another shot of pleasure through you, and ruining any chance you had at regaining what little stamina you had.

 Rarity lets out a pleasured sigh as your lips contact her neck. She leans back into you, caressing your face with a free hand. Her other hand reaches around behind you and strokes your length again. You silently curse her for being so generous. Her soft hand is about to make you cum again.

 You snake your other hand around Rarity's ass and push two fingers inside of her as you continue to rub her clit. Her hand falters and stays motionless on your dick as she throws her head back and moans deeply. You smile when you finally get a break. Her hand drops from your shaft and she grabs your wrist, unable to take the barrage of pleasure.

 You let out an inward sigh of relief at the sight of her writhing in front of you. Hopefully she wouldn't catch on. After a few minutes, her moans grow quicker and higher-pitched, which can only mean you're getting her close. Feeling like you've properly evened the playing field, you remove your fingers and replace them with your member, making Rarity push herself against you, yearning for that final surge of pleasure.

 You suddenly remember why you had pulled out of her in the first place. The soft embrace of her warm inner walls make your eyes roll back in your head as you thrust into them. There was no going back now though. Rarity was close, and you were determined to get her off before you spew your man milk.

 You grab her by the hips again and thrust as hard as you think she can handle. She screams into the falling water and leans back into you, placing one hand on yours, and another on your face. She certainly isn't making it easy for you either; the feeling of her body against yours drives you wild yet again, and you can feel the pressure building in your loins, ready to cover her insides.

 Rarity lets out a cry and falls forward slightly. Her inner walls clench against your shaft, and that was it. You pull out of Rarity and place your cock on the small of her back, letting thick ropes of seed spew all over her. Like a sprinter crossing the finish line, you throw a fist into the air and let out a victorious "Yes!" at getting her off.

 It almost looks like Rarity wants to give you a confused expression, but she's too busy trying to brace herself against the wall as her orgasm makes her hips twitch with pleasure. Realizing how much of an idiot you are, you put your hand back down and try to adopt your romantic persona again.

 As she starts to fade from the waves of pleasure, you turn her around and take her into your arms again.

 "That was... wonderful," she says with a blissful smile. She apparently must've missed the fist pump, or chose to ignore it.

 "Everything is with you, Rarity."

 She lets out a soft hum, and snuggles into your chest. You figure you've got about thirty seconds before you blow this completely. Better think of something to keep this going.
 
"So, how does dinner Friday night sound?"
 
Without opening her eyes to look up to you, Rarity says, "mmmm, that would be lovely."

 You put a hand under her chin and make her look up to you. Her big, blue eyes look at you lovingly. "Until then, my sweet." You give her a quick kiss, then make it out of the shower as quickly as you can while still being graceful.
 
You put your clothes back on without drying yourself off, then make a b-line for the front door before Rarity tries to question anything. You can't help but let a big smile cross your face once you get outside. You just fucked one of the prettiest girls in town, and got a date with her to boot.
 
Even though your clothes are soaked, and you have to walk all the way across town to get home, you didn't mind. In fact, you can't even remember why you came over to Rarity's in the first place.

 You look down to see the massive rip across your favorite shirt. There was no way you could go back to Rarity now and mess up all that hard work. You didn't know whether to curse Rainbow Dash, or give her your undying gratitude.

 Either way, you walk home with a big grin on your face, and a boner still banging on the gates of your pants.