Rarity’s Resolution

“I hope to be recognized as the most beautiful mare in Equestria, with the whitest coat and smoothest, silkiest fur!”

Written by: Dashie_Rising

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Rarity looked around the room at her gathered friends. She had spent the last doozie of a year getting into more mischief than she scolded Sweetie Belle for, had seen more dangers than the entirety of the Royal Guard, and had seen her friend ascend to princesshood, her designs in tow! It had been a busy year, and Rarity was eager to begin anew. She returned to the conversation in time to hear Applejack’s resolution.

‘Hmph! as if you aren’t already famous, Applejack!’ Rarity thought, before perking up. “What a wonderful goal!” ‘not!’ “Why, I wish to be the most beautiful mare in Equestria! With the whitest coat and the smoothest, silkiest fur!” she continued the thought in her head, ‘just enough dedication and effort, and I’ll be there in no time!’

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Discord smiled to himself. Rarity, having called her resolution out so loudly, would soon feel Discord’s prank soon enough. “Rarity wants a coat so white? I’ll replace her shampoo tonight! She wants the silkiest fur around? She’ll be smooth, much better to pound!” He flew away, cackling, toward Carousel Boutique. With a snap of a claw, he disappeared with a pop.

Discord reappeared in Rarity’s bathroom, sliding out the showerhead in spaghetti strands, reforming in the tub with a cigar in his mouth. He snapped into his hand a Poison Joke flower, and opened Rarity’s shampoo bottle. He shoved the flower inside the shampoo bottle and shook it up. He smiled and snapped his fingers once more, a blob of off-white goo appearing in midair beside him. He kept the blob levitating, cackling and siphoning it into Rarity’s shampoo bottle.

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Two minutes ago, in the Crystal Palace…

“Oh Cadence!”

“Oh, Shining!”

“UNH! Cadence!” Shining grunted. “I’m...I’m gonna…”

“Cum in me! DO IT!” Cadence pulled harder on her husband, forcing him inside her leaking folds as her walls attempted to force Shining’s semen out of him. She was tired of never getting the chance to be a mother. She was forcing the issue tonight, and there was nothing Shining could do to stop her.

“Uh-Uh-You sure?” Shining could feel his resolve breaking, the dam about to burst open, his floodgates-

Shining thrusted into his wife one last time as he passed into the waves of orgasm, releasing into his wife, load after load, and she never seemed to fill up.
“Sh..SHINING! Why! Are you-Unh! Not filling me! I told you to...to do it!” Cadence fumed, still riding her orgasm, but coming down from the hormonal high from her frustration at the lack of stallion seed in her love canal.

Shining pulled out with a soft pop, Cadence dripping from her juices, but none of Shining’s were present.

Husband and wife looked at each other.

“What the fuck?”

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Discord chuckled and teleported away, Rarity’s front door having opened, signaling the mare’s return from her new year’s get together. The night had been magical for Rarity, and it was about to get a whole lot more chaotic.

Rarity walked through her front door, closing and locking it behind her. She glanced down to see Opalescence pawing at the bottom of her scarf.

“Oh, Opal! It was indeed a great time tonight, we had cocoa, and I resolved to be the most beautiful mare in Equestria!” Rarity swooned, looking around the room and envisioning the numerous stallions she could have helping her around the shop. The cat could only face-paw in reaction to her owner’s daily beauty tirade. “Now Opal, we all know I can attain my goals! I just need to work at them with all that I have got!” Rarity turned around and faced the stairs. “Now, to wash away all the grime and dirt from my evening trot home. So much dust in the air, I really must get Rainbow Dash to keep the roads sufficiently wettened to prevent all this dust from ruining my fabulous mane!” Rarity flicked her head to the side, her mane bouncing along with her, framing her face with its natural curl. She began the trot up to her room, the painting across the room watching with glowing yellow eyes.

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Rarity let the stress of the previous year roll off her body and down the shower drain, all the dirt having been long-erased from her coat and mane. She enjoyed these private moments most, time to reflect on the day’s events, and especially now, the past year’s. She had been through so much together with her friends, fighting the evilest of treacherous villains, and seeing many a peaceful sunset huddled together on a hillside…

She shook her head, picking her sight apart from the daydream. “ A lady does not look her best from plain old water!” Rarity turned around and focused on her shampoo bottle, noticing it in a different spot than she remembered leaving it. ‘That’s strange…’ she thought. ‘Ah well, maybe Sweetie Belle used it this morning when she stayed over.’ Rarity mused the idea of Sweetie Belle trying to aspire to her! She could be a role model yet! She shook the shampoo bottle over her head, releasing some of it into her mane, and began working the shampoo into her hair with her magic, coating every single strand with the off-white gel. She proceeded to run more along her back and worked the shampoo into her coat as well. The label had promised ‘A brighter, cleaner coat and luscious mane in just minutes!’ and she intended to take advantage of its claims.

Rarity spun around under the showerhead, an elaborate dance of cleanliness and waterfalls coursing through her mane and coat, washing out all the product she used in it during her shower. As the last vestiges of soapy suds fell to the onslaught of steamy hot water, Rarity shut off her shower and glanced at the clock on the wall.

“Oh my! I was in there for an hour! Ohh, my hooves are going to be positively pruney!” she wailed, pulling over her fainting stool and sitting haphazardly on it as she leaned against the counter. She noticed her coat was especially radiant, almost to the point of shimmering under the light, but she dismissed the notion as her coat reflecting light off its wetness. Rarity made to stand, but found herself unable to move, her joints locking up on her. A look of fright passed her features as she struggled to stand.

“I can’t-RGH! Get! Up!” Rarity grunted with each push, it felt like she were trying to climb out from under Canterlot Mountain, her back stiff and her limbs now unresponsive. “Somepony! HELP!” Rarity called with all her lung force, but found her breath coming in shorter and shorter gasps, as though the air was Pinkie’s Super-Massively-Slow Molasses, and her lungs made of tissue. She glanced down at her coat and was met with the sight of the hairs receding into her skin, but the flesh underneath her coat was staying as white as the hair that made it up!

She could see the skin ripple a bit as it took on a sheen not unlike latex. Her thought process fell apart at the idea. She was becoming latex! ‘But this is...This is impossible!’ she thought, hearing a quiet squeaking noise coming from her flank, where her cutie mark was stretching wider and wider. She watched in shock as her trio of diamonds disappeared and was replaced by a disturbingly accurate stallion phallus on each side of her flanks. Her thoughts were getting harder and harder to keep track of, her head felt like it was filling with helium.

Rarity’s limbs were now unresponsive, having converted into their latex forms, hairless, sleek, and the brightest white she had ever seen. “When I-” she gasped, her voice starting to crack into a series of squeaking noises. “Said I want-*squeak*” She could feel tears building on her face, this was far from what she expected from her resolution! She wanted to be the most loved and beautiful mare, with the whitest coat in all Equestria! Not to have white plastic skin!

She emitted a series of grunts as the transformation spread to her belly, advancing toward her marehood. Her lower lips were dripping, her body worked up and aroused from the forcefulness and sensitivity the latex skin brought. Each small breeze or gust of air from the ceiling fan made her shiver in delight, her arousal filling the room with its musky scent. She was losing herself in the pleasurable sensations the transformation was giving her, she hardly noticed when her marehood puffed out and opened itself for the world to see, before becoming sealed in the latex that was taking over her body. It twitched as her folds were consumed by latex, presenting her entrance with a large opening for any stallion, no matter how large.

It was at this moment that her curse became clear: she was becoming a latex sex doll! She would have the whitest coat, and she would be loved by stallions all over Equestria. Her heart stopped at the thought, but did not resume beating, her insides beginning to disappear into her quickly ballooning form. Rarity felt another shock of arousal fill her up as her tail lifted and froze in place above her ass, her new latex marehood easily visible from behind. The latex continued its relentless pursuit, coursing over her anus, opening it up as a secondary entrance, the muscles clenching before fading into the plastic.

Rarity had never felt so full. Her insides were all but absent, having receded into her latex form, which, thankfully, still looked like her normal fabulous self. She pondered over how she could have run into such a predicament. It certainly had something to do with their resolutions they had made that night. If her situation was so dire, she could only imagine what her friends were going through right now. Her thoughts turned sour as she imagined various images of Twilight and Princess Celestia, the former leaning in toward the latter’s mareho- Rarity stopped her train of thought mercilessly. She had no clue why her first thought was so...so...sensual. It might have had something to do with how incredibly turned on she was from her transformation, she mused.

She felt her mouth rise into a seductive smile, her lips spreading into a shapely ‘O’, as her tongue flattened itself against the bottom of her mouth. Her breathing had stopped long ago, but her mind raced along as though hyperventilating itself. She wondered who or what had caused her twist in fate, her destiny to be the whitest and most beautiful sex doll, and how much she wanted a stallion like Big Mac to take her and rut- she stopped again, wondering about the direction her thoughts were taking almost every second now.

Her eyes closed to half-lidded, her gaze hot enough to melt even the most stalwart of stallions’ resolve, with her eye shadow becoming a painted patch over each eye, her lashes becoming stitching along her eyes, from which the life was slowly fading. Rarity could feel every single inch of her body as it caught the light breeze from the fan above her, arousal rippling through her with each slight touch. Her gaze had frozen forward, staring at the shower curtain, and away from the door. She could hear every minute detail about the ensuing silence, the faint pittering of water from the shower head to the tub floor, the steam condensing on the wall, the door opening with a creak… ‘The door!’ Rarity pieced together that somepony had entered the bathroom behind her when she felt a slight tugging at the base of her tail.

Rarity’s arousal began to ebb and flow out of her, along with her thoughts and cares, everything that was or would be flowing from her existence as the plug on her backside released the air that was within her latex form. Her vision darkened, her mind receding into the depths of what remained of her conscience. A brown paw pressed lightly on her back, encouraging the release of the air trapped inside the mare-turned-balloon. Discord cackled as he forced the last of the air out of Rarity’s deflated form, the mare having blacked out from loss of sensation. He folded her body into a neat square, making sure to fold her face upward before shoving her form into a small plastic bag and zipping it shut.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” Discord laughed, speaking to Rarity, but all the mare could hear was a faint squeak from her body rubbing against itself, a sensation she would never truly describe in her life. “It appears you’ve gotten your wish, my dear Rarity! You are most beautiful in your new form!” Discord chuckled, tossing the bagged doll between his claw and paw, making her shift around and squeak ever so slightly. “And I daresay you’ve got the whitest coat I’ve ever seen in Equestria!” Discord opened a dimensional rift, snagged a briefcase from the tear in reality, and stuffed Rarity into it before placing it back into sub-space, where she would remain until that night. Discord snapped his claw and disappeared once again, the only sign of Rarity’s transformation being the unkempt appearance of the bathroom.

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Rarity felt empty.

She had never imagined that her new year would start with her resolution fulfilling itself in quite the manner it had. She had also never imagined she would be stuffed inside a box in an unknown location by an unknown pony, but her imagination was never this wild to begin with. She could not feel her body, having been deflated at the hooves of some dastardly pony, when she saw a sliver of light flowing out of the top of the bag she was in. She felt the box jolt, and her bagged form slid onto a hard surface, face down, but outside nonetheless. Her senses were returning to her slowly as she was lifted from the bag by somepony’s magical field.

“Oh, What have we here?” Rarity swore she could hear a whisper in her ear.

“Well, well, it seems the servants decided to find me a suitable ‘friend’ for once.” A snooty, stuck up voice echoed out as Rarity’s sight returned. She could see more and more of the room before her opening up as she inflated ever so slightly. Her owner was filling her up, and she couldn’t wait to see where she was.

“Oh! Look at that! It’s a make of that one mare from the Gala a couple years back! She was absolute drivel to be around, but at least this one can’t throw cake at my wonderfully kept Royal Face!” The snooty voice echoed again, Rarity’s sight having exposed the bed she was being suspended before, a mirror across the room confirming her worst fears.

The stallion glanced in the mirror as well, his eyes lighting up as he noticed how good he looked when inflating his nightly slave. His lush blond mane caressed a face of chiseled proportions, the horn atop his forehead a dead ringer for the owner of the mysterious voice Rarity could hear.

Prince Blueblood adjusted his bow tie, observing the rapidly inflating latex mare before him, her proportions perfect, almost life-like. He adored attention to detail, and the maker of this new toy was certainly attentive. Not a single stitch was out of place, and every entrance to the mare was slick and lubed up, ready for a thorough session. He wondered where his servants had come across this mare, he would have to tell them to acquire more, as this one would get the full treatment tonight. He made a note to take a picture of the fully-inflated sex doll for his ‘Records’, or his list of inflatables he would consider again.

Spinning the mare around in his field, he smiled. The mare it was based on was an absolute nightmare to court that evening, so he would make sure she couldn’t put up a fight tonight! He placed the Rarity doll on his bed, face down and moved to mount it, his dick unsheathing and extending, aroused at the anticipation of fucking such a prime example of worksponyship. He grabbed onto Rarity’s latex form and eased his cock into her plastic lips, spreading her legs easily, rewarding himself with a squeak as his member rubbed against the mare’s inner walls.

Rarity could not think straight. Her body was shivering in absolute pleasure, Blueblood’s length filling her entirely as she rode orgasm after orgasm, never coming quite down enough to make coherent thoughts. Her sensitivity to touch was much higher than she had ever known, each of Blueblood’s thrusts almost put her over the edge.

She could not do anything more than lose herself in blissful arousal, her mind slowly accustoming itself to the idea of being fucked all the time. She found herself wanting Blueblood to never stop, to keep her at this hormonal peak forever, but she could feel his head flare as he grew closer and closer to climax. She faded into her sexual haze as Blueblood pulled her closer.

“This-NH! Conso-RRT! Is Incredibl-AH!” Blueblood grunted with each breath, his dick slamming into the Rarity doll harder than he had ever managed to without popping previous puffed-up ponies. He thrust into the doll, forcing himself as deep as he could, releasing his seed into the canal in her pussy, load after load forcing its way out of Blueblood into Rarity’s insides.

Rarity felt like she was about to explode, when she suddenly felt herself filling up. She was getting fuller by the second, her insides were dripping in Blueblood’s cum, his load sloshing around inside her as it swirled about for a place to drain. She could feel the slimy, off white material dripping between Blueblood’s cock and her plastic pussy.

Prince Blueblood grunted, pulling the sex doll off himself with a squeak and a pop, his seed flowing down the doll’s legs and onto the bed. “Oh, drat! I wished to preserve these sheets for later! No matter!” Blueblood magicked the sheets outside his chamber, where a pair of Royal Guards suddenly found themselves playing a very sticky game of ‘Hot Potato’.

Blueblood sighed, he hadn’t had a good fuck like that since last gala, when that one drunk mare had- he glanced down, seeing his erect dick and realizing he was turned on at the memory of the Gala fling. He grabbed the Rarity-doll and spun her around, so her head was level with his chest. He stared into her eyes, mesmerized by the fiery gaze she held forever forward, searching for her mate to return to his ‘duties’.

He positioned her so that her mouth was just over his erection, and slid his length down her latex throat, forcing the plastic to stretch to take in his impressive size. The doll’s material squeaked as he forced his way inside, the mouth having not been lubed up as her plot had been. He was beginning to drip pre-cum, coating the inside of Rarity’s mouth and making the material ride easier on him. He thrust himself down her throat, his every push bringing him closer to another climax.

Rarity found herself losing her mind to arousal again. She had just begun to remember where she was and to try to call for help, but then she felt Blueblood’s dick enter her mouth, thrusting down her throat, and making her see stars in her vision. She peaked at the first thrust, already losing herself to the latex and the sex again. She decided she could stay here a little longer.

Prince Blueblood forced the doll down on his shaft, slamming her head into his belly as hard as he could. He was taking his frustrations out on the replica for the things the real pony had said and done to him. He thrust harder and harder, forcing her throat tighter and tighter, until a loud squeak could be heard. Blueblood pulled out in shock reaction to the noise, his first load shooting from his length as it arced under the doll’s belly. He shot load after load onto the Rarity doll, covering her in his seed as she slowly deflated. He had burst straight through her throat, and now the doll was ruined.

Blueblood frowned, he had just gotten the mare broken in, when he broke her! Such a wonderful piece of sexual creation, gone to his insatiable Royal Rod, and to his carelessness. He watched, an inkling of a tear falling from his face to the floor as the doll tipped over, its legs devoid of air.

Rarity felt everything stop, her arousal and every thought she was processing halted in their tracks, and she quickly felt them slipping away from her. She felt as though her entire being were being sucked from the hole in her throat. ‘I’ve...popped?’ she wondered, her vision blurring as her mane flopped over her face, the air rushing from its luscious curls. She could not see, she could barely feel, and she could barely hear.

She didn’t even hear Blueblood’s final words for her.

“Alas! A true mastery of the craft! I’ve desecrated the name of your creator!” Blueblood wailed, ‘Why does everything fall apart on me?’ he thought, as he glanced down at the doll. It had almost fully deflated, some air remaining in the ends of its limbs and in its mane and face. Blueblood rolled the deflated mare up, pressing every last bit of air from her latex form. “Now, a proper resting place for a treasure such as you!” Blueblood opened the door to his chambers, glancing quietly at the guards, who were standing suspiciously in front of a large ash pile in the hallway. “Guards!”

“Y-Yes, Sire?” the pegasus guard answered.

“Take this to the Royal Sex Doll Depository at once! I seem to have...ruined it, and wish for it to remain in my collection for all the royalty and upper-crust ponies to see and enjoy the craftsponyship for years to come!” Blueblood deposited the deflated, cum-soaked doll on the floor with a loud splattering noise, the stallion’s seed splashing into the guards’ faces.

“We-*Cough*” one began.

“Right awa-*ack*” finished the other.

The two guards carried the dripping latex mass between them on the points of their spears. The doll was still dripping, a trail of cum drops littering the passages behind the duo. Their path led them to a chamber almost directly below Blueblood’s chambers. If one listened carefully, they could hear exactly when Blueblood took on a latex friend. The chamber filled with the faint sounds of squeaking and deep grunts of arousal, signaling the zealous Prince’s return to action.

“This thing...smells! Can we just get rid of it?” one guard, to another.

“Let’s wash it off first, it can’t do any harm!” The other replied.

“We’ve come this far, just dump it!” The first guard said, irritated at his situation. He thrust open the door to the chamber, and forced his spear inside first, the dim lights around the room barely illuminating its occupants. Hundreds of spent, ripped, popped, or just over-worn sex dolls littered the floor, some piles of the spent latex ponies towering over his head. He advanced into the room, followed by his partner. He motioned to toss the remains of the doll on three, but his companion missed the signal and thrust his spear forward. The spent sex doll fell from above the pair and landed right across their backs. They made to get up but found they couldn’t move, they were pinned under the cum-drenched latex mare!

As they struggled, they failed to notice the blue hue the sex doll had taken on, the magic of the Poison Joke still active within her body, having been awakened by exposure to stallion seed. Their bodies glowed blue for a moment before the light disappeared entirely. Both stallions found themselves immobile and shrinking in size, their proportions becoming more sleek and feminine, their manes growing out and their stallionhoods retreating to make room for their new vaginas. Their hooves shrank as their muzzles retreated and their faces grew into seductive mare’s looks. Their bodies frozen, their skin started to become latex, the plastic advancing along their bodies, erasing any evidence of the living guard and replacing it with pure, sensitive latex. Their minds grew hazy as their bodies emptied and inflated, their forms taking on the appearance of sex dolls themselves.

The new dolls felt their sentience slipping away from them as they fell over, the spears falling on top of them and puncturing each one on her face. The two dolls slowly deflated, the air rushing from their faces, taking the last vestiges of their pony selves and emptying their minds completely. The chamber door closed, the echoing sound and vibration enough to topple a pile of the deflated dolls onto the forms of Rarity and the two guards-turned-sex dolls.The last thing they saw was the tens of faces of mares rushing to meet them on the floor, before their vision disappeared entirely.

Author's Note

"I have no regrets." -Dashie_Rising