"Oh, Atchmon, y-you don't have to go that far f-for my sake," Rarity stammered over her shoulder. "I-I know I must not smell very pleasant to you back there." 'Please, Goddesses, let him be willing enough to taste me!' Rarity thought as Atchmon's digits continued to hold her marehood open, she could almost feel the heady scent of her hot mare-musk roiling out from her exposed depths. 