"You move like a dancer, darling. Like an athlete who knows exactly how they're moving and what it does to their clothing and the hearts of those watching." Rarity's eyes blinked slowly, as if she were giving me the chance, between those soft lashes closing and opening agan, to run away. "It makes one wonder how else you could move."

Stretching, I arched my spine and let my back legs drag a little as I pulled forward. I didn't look at Rarity as I did it, but I could feel her eyes on me. When she didn't say a word, I kept going. I finished my stretched, then stepped out of the pose into a prancing trot. "Do you stare at stallions often?"

"Only when they're fabulous. You've worn dresses before," Rarity said—it wasn't a question.

In every dream and fantasy since I was a colt. I didn't say the words out loud, what I said instead was, "Perhaps once or twice. Is there something you think would look better on me?" As soon as I asked a torrent of desire and lust washed over me from Rarity. Who would have thought asking the top fashion designer in all Equestria to play dress-ups would have been a turn-on for her?

I kept up my prance as Rarity rushed to ponequin wearing an immaculate dress. Her magic disengaged the fasteners and lifted it free in short order. I drew to a halt right beside Rarity and struck a pose just like a ponequin.

"Hardly required, but it is appreciated. There's a reason they are posed like that—it shows off the outfits delightfully, but also makes changing them easier." I felt as she began unfastening the dress I was in.

Devouring her would have been easy. It would have been efficient, but Feather had taught me nothing if not to appreciate everything in life, not just to get by on feeding. Fluffing my wings once she had the first dress off me, I had to focus on what was happening—Rarity was dressing me up in beautiful dresses, and they fit me perfectly. "Are you sure you want to put another dress on me?"

Raising one eyebrow, Rarity paused before putting the dress over me. "I'm sure I have no idea what you mean. Dressing in style is its own reward. I might—" She hesitated. "I might appreciate your form, but there's always something more that fine clothing can do."

I stood still for her, let her fasten every button, zipper, and ribbon on me. At last, I saw her step back and float a mirror over. The pony looking back at me wasn't a mare. He was still very much a stallion, but the dress on him looked amazing. I couldn't help myself—while Rarity held the mirror with her magic, I pranced some more.

"If I didn't know better, I'd say you're just as vain as I am. Do you really enjoy watching yourself move in dresses?" Rarity asked.

Mid prance, I turned my attention from the pony in the mirror to Rarity. "Don't you?"

We both smiled—the answer was obvious to both of us.

"Well?" I asked.

"Hrmm?"

I focused my eyes on hers, looked past those long lashes at the brilliantly intelligent mare behind them. "Aren't you going to dress up too?" Her eyes widened a little, and I caught a sharp inhalation of breath.

Her desire flared brighter, and Rarity's aura started to ripen to my senses—I almost drooled.

Rarity turned back to her closet and began looking through her things. Considering how I'd been before Feather came into my life, I could completely understand her struggling to pick out something just right. "Oh. Oh, yes. This will be perfect."

Spinning in a circle, Rarity danced with the dress and twirled around with it. I recognized it, of course. There was a time when I would have trampled anypony just to have a look at the revised Princess Dress, but as I gazed onward Rarity put it on.

The diaphanous blue fabric layered onto her brilliant white fur, and each gemstone shone with a different color. I know now exactly what the mares in Canterlot felt when they saw this dress. I wanted it, and I wanted the pony wearing it.

I stepped toward her not as a pretty colt wearing a dress, but as a hungry stallion—bold and full of hunger.

In response, Rarity moved toward me, and the dance she'd performed with her dress caught us both up. Music sprang up (it wasn't from my brothers), and we twirled in circles together. Our hooves knew the dance, even if our heads didn't, and as it turned out when both ponies wore pretty dresses, dancing was even more fun.

Performing, for a siren, was second nature—actually, it was first nature. Even without the magic of pony songs I could have put on a credible performance. As it was, juiced up on magic and guided by destiny, my hooves were alive and matched only by Rarity's.

The song didn't slow down. We didn't end up slow-dancing. We didn't even have time to kiss. One moment the music guided us in a dance step—with me sweeping around behind Rarity—and the next I was facing her back. My heart was heaving and I could hear hers doing the same. I was a stallion, and one who knew when a mare wanted me.

I stepped forward and lifted her dress and ascended her back. Hard already, I nonetheless aimed aside as I slid forward along the silken fabric. She could no doubt feel my length along her belly as my chest weighed down against her shoulders. Leaning up to he neck, I nibbled at the flesh rather than ruin her perfect mane. "Tell me you want this."

It must have taken a few moments before she realized what I'd asked, and that I wouldn't proceed until she had affirmed her desires. Hurry, Rarity, I cannot hold myself back forever.

"Give me just—just one second." Rarity's blue magic boiled off her horn, and it took me a moment to realize what she was doing. When I glanced to my right, I could see two ponies, their bodies matched by dress and in a dance older than time. "Perfect." Of course, Rarity looked to the mirror and smiled.

I had to back down and pull away. Rarity stepped with me at first, but then she must have realized what I was doing. I got far enough back that my aching length raised from where it had been along her belly, and I knew I was aimed right at her core.

"Watch the mirror, Rarity," I said.

Lifting up the dress on the side where the mirror was I ensured that Rarity could see what I was about to push into her. Her gasp met my ears, and the sight of her eyes widening in surprise came just a moment before I pushed.

She looked tighter than I thought she'd be. Rarity was a grown mare, and I expected her to have a string of lovers, but the restriction of her body told a different story. Her moans encouraged me onward, and a glance to the side revealed her eyes fluttering with every movement I made. "You're tight."

I could see I wouldn't get a reply—Rarity's bottom lip was caught in her mouth. I pushed, using my forelegs to pull her hips back while my own hips kept the pressure on her. Not quite as large—penis wise—as I'd been, I broached Rarity's entrance and was engulfed within the silken depths of her body. McIntosh Apple would have made a bigger impression on her, for sure, but McIntosh Apple wouldn't have given Rarity what she adored right now.

Holding still with the first half of my shaft in her, I waited while Rarity calmed herself and regained her composure. Other mares wouldn't want me to take my time, but Rarity was not other mares. Her huffing slowed until she calmed herself back down.

"Why'd you stop, darling?"

"I don't want you going over too soon," I said.

My words caused her to turn her head and glance at me. She studied my face for a moment, then smiled wider. "Such a gentlepony. Whenever you're ready, dear."

With a ruffle of my wings, and anticipating the feast of adoration from the mare under me, I pushed again. My medial ring was the first thing to go in, then another hoof-width of penis behind it. When my thighs pressed firmly to her rump, I was as deep as I could get in her hungry depths.

I held still a moment, waited for Rarity to squeeze at me before I started to pull back. My effort drew a soft whimper from Rarity, a sound I'd never heard from her before. Unlike her normal small expressions, this one begged. I would not leave her in such a state.

"Oh goodness!"

Her cry as I pushed back into her brought my smile wider still—it was so Rarity. Still incredibly slowly for the act we were performing, I pulled back and then pushed into her once more.

Rarity's adoration wasn't growing anymore, but it was ripe enough for me to start to feed. Each slow thrust I made was accompanied by a nuzzle, a nibble, and a swallow. She was as sweet as I'd anticipated, and each thrust just made the flavor better.

I sped up only marginally. The pressure of my body within hers was amazing. I wanted to keep going all day—keep feeding all day—but even the Element Bearer of Generosity had her limits.

Feather Bangs and my brothers had been careful to teach me how to judge a pony's limits, and I was almost at Rarity's. I stopped feeding for a moment and just listened to her vocalizations. I played her like an instrument.

But she played me back. Each time I tried to pull from her, Rarity squeezed down on me. Her muscles weren't those of a trained athlete or a professional dancer, but neither was she an idle mare.

I noticed, from one thrust to the next, when Rarity's breathing started becoming erratic. She'd been matching her breaths to my thrusts, but now little gasps and shudders ruined her timing. Rarity was close.

"Rarity. Look in the mirror at your wonderful creations," I said and brought my pace up. Gone was the slow, deliberate plowing of her body, I was fucking her now.

Her head turned as mine did to look at us in the big mirror. I smiled at her from within the massive cloud of emotions that only I saw. She whimpered and moaned loudly, taking each of my driving thrusts and begging me for more with her voice.

I knew the moment Rarity climaxed. Her face expressed the kind of pure shock that any stallion would love to see on a mare's face, her voice let loose little gasps with each trembling breath, and the honed muscles I hadn't expected such a refined mare to have clamped down on me.

The hurried thrusts before I now put to shame. Like a wild animal I bucked and humped at Rarity. I slammed my crotch to her rump over and over and pushed myself into my own climax. As my glorious end came upon me, I pulled back as hard as I could on Rarity's body and bit into her aura one last time.

My earlier nibbling had only prepared us for this. Rarity screamed in pleasure as I fed. The adoration of her watching the two of us locked in the perfect moment was beyond anything I'd devoured before. I sucked and slurped down her adoration until I reached that moment when I was on the verge of doing damage.

I pulled back from her only in a metaphysical sense.

Letting my physical instincts ride on, I gave repeated thrusts to sink myself as deep as I could while Rarity seemed to wobble, tremble, and then she started to fall.

As her legs folded under her, I wrapped some of my own magic around Rarity like a soft pillow. She didn't hit the ground, she sank to its firm surface only after riding a pillow down.

"How was that?" I asked.

"H-How was… I would humbly beseech you to please fuck me like that again, Mister—" I heard confusion in Rarity's voice. "Mister Beat, that was delightful."

I managed to breathe again. It should have been obvious that she wouldn't tumble into a fugue state just from a feeding like that, but I'd been a little distracted.

"Sure Beat, I must commend you on very fine work. You know your way around a dress and a lady. However, if you would mind being a little careful taking that piece off please?"

Extricating myself from the dress without damaging it was simple, doing so without staining it was a little harder. Between Rarity's magic and my lithe body, however, it was doable.

"Will you be in town long?" Rarity asked.

I realized I'd slipped into old, quiet ways while she'd disrobed me. "No idea, ma'am. Looking to have another rendezvous?"

She looked at me with the fluttering eyelashes and knowing expression of a hungry predator. I couldn't believe that I'd just sucked out so much energy from her and yet she was ready for more. "Perhaps. Did you have plans?"

Plans that didn't include Rarity? I didn't, of course, but I needed more adoration and Rarity was now tapped out. "Nothing set in stone. Perhaps we could have dinner some time?" The prospect of luring another pony into a three-some with Rarity was always on the table, of course, but I'd have to be sure who I was drinking from.

"Let me know when you're leaving, so we could have another little dance." She deployed those eyelashes once more, and it wasn't my siren side that wanted to pin her down and plow her again.

Instead of rough sex, I smiled at Rarity and flipped my mane to the other side of my face. "I'll try to make it happen." I wasn't lying, I just wasn't telling her that bringing another single stallion or mare along too was likely.

Bidding Rarity a good day, I opened the front door of Carousel Boutique and was staring at Fluttershy—an old flame.

Not that we had burned hot, but we had made eyes at each other and enjoyed some casual sex when I was still called Big Mac. We had been friends that fuck for a while, but then we both moved on and found other ponies.

She looked angry.

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