Rarity had, at times, wondered why on Equus she had volunteered to create the bespoke uniforms of the Wonderbolts free of charge. She justified it to herself by reminding herself that her shop's association with the team drummed up business, but the truth was that the extreme physical stresses that their performances generated on the uniforms meant the materials were very expensive. Furthermore the process of making them by hand, which Rarity insisting on doing herself, was time intensive, and she was sure that if she charged market rates for the uniforms the Wonderbolts would pay and the profit margins would be substantial.

But then *you-the hunky newest member of the elite flying team-walked into Carousel Boutique, keeping your appointment with Rarity for a personal measurement taking session, after hours of course, so there would be no distractions and she could focus on the precise measurements... And Rarity was quickly reminded that **nothing satisfied her pussy's hunger quite like a filling meal of Wonderbolt cock.*