The Mare Everyone Should Know.

by JDunk1971

Rating: mature
Tags: Rarity, Sex, Alternate Universe, Human, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark
Length: 2017

Rarity is the 'Guest of Honor' at a dinner party.

In the wake of the establishment of the Equestrian Pony Meats company, clones of the Mane 6 become commercially available for any use, including food. For a high fee that goes back to support Equestria, a clone created from The Mirror Pool can be ordered to any specification, both physical and mental. A clone of Rarity has ordered as the main entree for a high-class dinner party. The sort of party the original Rarity often attends, but at this one the Mirror Pond clone is the willing 'Guest of Honor'.

The story is marked as gore, but there is no actual blood spilled; the concept of a willing barbecued pony may be off-putting to many people; You Have Been Warned.

This story is set in The Dark Ghost's Equestria's Pony Meat Business

Published 2014-03-26 00:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2014-03-26 00:00:01 UTC

The Party

Pacing back and forth, waiting for the delivery of the main course for the big dinner party tonight. It was only 8:00 am, but the roast would need at least 3 hours of prep even before the 6 hours it would take to cook. The gentleman at EPM said the meat-pony would be arriving on my doorstep shortly, but still; it was my first time ordering from the company, and I still wasn't certain about the overall quality of the product. The first guests had RSVP'd that they would be arriving at Noon, and were expecting a show form the guest of honor. I had already started the coals in the backyard BBQ pit; any later and the coals would have burned down too much. After almost a half an hour and another set of coals started a rapid knock from the kitchen door put my worries to rest. I went to greet what I hoped was the promised meat-pony.

Standing there was the Rarity that I had ordered, looking impeccable and smiling. Bowing as I gestured into her final domicile, and said "Please, do come in. I've been awaiting your arrival with anticipation." Rarity smiled at me and then cantered in, holding herself as if she was entering a high-class party rather than the kitchen where she was to meet her willing end. She stopped in the middle of the kitchen and turned to face me as I closed the door and said "I understand that I am to be your meat-pony for this evening's soiree, Darling, and that I am to be cooked alive. As my chef, how do you plan on cooking me?" I looked her over as I walked around her, taking stock of the meat. Gesturing over to the stainless steel pole with three arms and a smaller pointed pole at right angles to both the main spit and the back arms leaning in the corner I said "Given you excellent meat-to-fat ratio, I would think you would make an excellent spit-roast pony. I intend to bind you to the spit so that you can talk to the guests while you cook. I expect that my guests will enjoy chatting with their dinner."

Taking a moment to mentally go over the recipe I had planned for the delicious meat-pony, I then patted the counter next to me and said "Hop up here and we'll start by shaving off all of your fur except for your mane and tail. Your mane will be coiffured around your head to keep it from flaring up in the heat, while your tail will be wrapped around the spit." I then placed a step-stool next to the counter, and Rarity climbed up onto the counter. I then got out a barber's kit and started to clean my meat-pony of the fur that might get caught in my guests' teeth. It took several minutes, but I finally had Rarity shaved bare. I gave her a few tweaks of her marehood while the clippers shaved her flanks, and she was very wet there by the time I was done.

I motioned for her to flip over on her back. Panting in response to the teasing I had just given her, she complied. Walking over to the large refrigerator, I got out two bowls of stuffing. One bowl of stuffing was a traditional bread stuffing, substituting a good sourdough stuffing for the usual white bread and adding shredded cheese and raisins, while the other was a more liquid stuffing using white bread and celery. She looked at the two bowls and asked "Just what are those for, Darling?" "The first, my dear", I responded, "is for your marehood. It will absorb your delightful flavors while giving you a treat in return. The second you will swallow; it will fill your stomach and keep gases from expanding and possibly rupturing something important. I know the EPM personnel made certain that you were well cleaned out before delivering you, but for a live-roasting these precautions need to be made." She nodded at the wisdom of her preparation. I said "Now, open up; the first stuffing will be the most uncomfortable to put in you." She grimaced at having to swallow the stuffing, but obediently opened her mouth as ordered.

I fed the semi-liquid stuffing into her mouth, massaging her throat to make certain that it went down more easily. After the first bowl was emptied, her belly was filled out like she had just had a large meal; which, in a way, she had. I then picked up the second bowl and told her "Now this second stuffing will be much more enjoyable as it will be filling your marehood." With that, I picked up a large handful of the mix and forced it into Rarity's still wet nethers. She stiffened and whinneyed as I managed to finger her clit on the way in. This pattern continued with each handful of stuffing, and as the meat-pony got more and more aroused the stuffing started to absorb more and more of her juices. I finally forced the final handful of stuffing into her, and with a final jerk Rarity climaxed on the marble kitchen counter. I picked out a tart green apple from a nearby fruit bowl. While it wasn't a Sweet Apple Acres product, the apple was from a local farm known for the high quality of its produce. I quickly pared it, leaving the area around the stem unpeeled. and then told Rarity "Brace yourself; this will keep the stuffing inside you." She looked quizzically at me and asked "How do you m-"; at that I pushed the apple into her marehood with the unpeeled end of the apple sticking out. Rarity quickly had another orgasm from the sudden intrusion sealing her nethers.

It was then that the ringing of the doorbell heralded that the first of the guests had arrived. I grimaced and thought 'they would be early' and then looked at the kitchen clock. I realized that the time was later than I had anticipated; I had to work quickly if I was going to get Rarity over the coals in time to have her cooked for dinner. I yelled out to the guests at the front door "Door's open, come on in!" and then walked over to the spit in the corner. I picked it up and walked over to the counter. Placing in next to Rarity, I told her "Lay down with your belly facing the spit. Place your hooves on the front and back arms." She replied "Of course, darling. You are my chef; I expect I will turn out the best-tasting meat-pony you and your guests have ever tasted." and then did as she was told.

Picking up some light cordage, I tightly bound her hooves to the front and back arms and did the same for her barrel to the center arm. I bound her neck to the spit, and then lined up the smaller spit with her flank-hole. "This last one will keep you properly aligned with the spit, as well as act as a meat thermometer", I said and then thrust it in. She gave a squeal at the sudden intrusion, but then found the secondary use for the anal spit as the built-in vibrator started at its lowest intensity. As promised, I bound her mane into a bun on top of her head and wound her tail around the spit and finished it in place with cooking twine.

I then got out a bowl of garlic-infused cooking oil and a pastry brush and started to coat her bare skin. She wriggled in pleasure from both the feeling of the brush as well as the vibrator working in her rump. I worked as quickly as I could while giving the guest of honor a good time. While I was doing so the first guests came wandering in. "Ooh, she looks delicious already!" one guest said. Rarity took control of her pleasure to respond "I'm certain that I will be every bit as delicious as I look, and I look forward to gracing your plate later on." A quick brush of oil across her stuffed marehood made her have a small orgasm. By the time she recovered, I had completed basting her flanks and hind legs. Grabbing a set of salt and pepper shakers as well as some nearby seasonings and gave her a quick seasoning. Leaving the meat-mare to talk to the dinner guests I went out to the backyard to check on the coals. Giving them a quick stir I determined them to be ready.

Returning to the kitchen I got some help from a couple of the dinner guests and together we carries Rarity out to the BBQ pit. Aligning the ends of the spit with the 'Y'-shaped brackets as well as inserting one end of the pole into a motor on one end, we placed her over the coals and engaged the motor. Our meat-mare struggled a bit over the intense heat, but then the Equestrian Pony-Meats mental processing took hold and she stopped struggling and started talking with the dinner guests as she started her slow rotation over the coals. I went back into the kitchen, grabbed the oil and brush and then returned to the backyard. Rarity was saying "Oh, yes, I am the best meat-pony due to my attention to my body. It leaves me with excellent marbling, and with the stuffing and seasoning I will be the most succulent roast pony you will ever have." Setting the oil down on a nearby table I went to greet the dinner-guests and bade them to talk to the meat-pony who was the guest of honor. After 20 minutes of meet-and-greet with the guests, I returned to my duties as chef and started applying the first of several bastings to ensure Rarity's meat didn't dry out in the intense heat.

One of the guests commented, "Wow, Rarity, you're starting to smell really good. I can't wait to get a slice of your rump." Rarity smiled and said "I'm glad you think so. It feels great knowing that all of you want to eat me, but I still have a ways to go until I'm done." Completing the basting, I then went to greet the last few guests to my dinner party. The wine started flowing and conversation flowed around Rarity as she cooked. After a couple hours she was starting to develop the golden-brown skin of a meat-pony but somehow had held on to consciousness the entire time. Rarity looked sleepy and said "Well, its been a great time talking with all of you, but I think my time's just about up; I feel so tired I just wish I could live long enough to be served to you. Bon Appetit, everyone!" With that, she closed her eyes and her breathing became very shallow. Sometime during the last hour she expired, and by 5 PM the former Rarity clone was just a roast meat-pony. The meat thermometer in the flank-spit showed her internal temperature, and that of the stuffing, to be safe for consumption.

The rotisserie motor was stopped and myself and a couple of the guests removed her spit from the brackets and carried her over to the carving station. The Rarity-roast was untied from the spit and her meat was allowed to rest for 15 minutes, after which she was placed on a silver carving platter. The stomach stuffing was discarded, and the marehood stuffing was spooned out into a serving bowl. The apple that had kept her nethers sealed was placed in her mouth as a decoration. The guests lined up and I started carving the juicy, succulent roast pony meat. There was enough for seconds, and everyone had a great time at the dinner party.

In the end, Rarity really was a mare everyone should know.

Author's Note

Its a little short story, and the first that I've published here.

For those who enjoy this kind of fetish, Enjoy!