"Hold on." Atchmon instructed Rarity, and moved an arm to where she can still hold onto him in a reared position; while his other arm traveled between them to help guide his member to her folds. "Down a bit," he said, and Rarity obeyed; easing herself down until she felt something prodding her entrance. "There we go," Atchmon huffed as he leaned back, letting Rarity take control, while he still held onto her fore legs. 