Author's Note

“True beauty is something that attacks, overpowers, robs, and finally destroys.”
― Yukio Mishima

Rarity's tale. Chapter 5

After that Rarity became blatant about dressing sexily when she went out to see the King, since she knew she had Spike wrapped around her finger. On top of her new confidence, the fact that she was dressing sexily for any particular reason at any time was that she also started to dress sexier in general. Spike didn’t know enough about fashion to know that the new dresses, skirts, tight jeans, shirts, tall boots and high heels that Rarity was wearing were far too expensive for her to have been buying on her own. While he loved how they looked, he had no idea that they couldn’t simply be bought at the usual stores Rarity shopped at.

Rarity felt nothing could hold her back, as Spike patiently waited for her at home, always willing to provide a loving domestic life, while she was out being fucked by another man, and sometimes with other women. Since he even seemed to have stopped having the long conversations with her, her life became so much more comfortable. She had it all.

More importantly, she felt she deserved it. Something about being with the King had shown her a different side of the world. King Sombra had an attitude of entitlement that would be mere arrogance if he didn’t always get exactly what he wanted. Sombra also indicated to Rarity that she was of a class of people who got what they wanted. Or at least that she could be if she accepted it. Slowly, she was starting to accept it.

When she was with her King, his slaves and everyone else in his world deferred to her as they did to him. When she wasn’t with Sombra and in her normal life, now that she was dressing more provocatively, she was much more aware of how desired she was. She was actually hit on by men a little less but gawked at more, and it was clear that now she was intimidating them. Only the boldest men tried with her, and she enjoyed shooting them down.

In her King’s world, there was also an element of S&M. Sometimes at the kinkier parties, people would be tied up and whipped. Sombra sometimes engaged in it, and Rarity tried it a few times as well. She liked making people crawl and beg for her. Somehow, though, when she whipped them, it didn’t quite excite her as much as she thought. Nonetheless, she was surrounded on all sides by people who desired her, people who would serve her, people who obeyed her, people who deferred to her. Not just in her King ’s world where it was explicit, but also in her normal world, where men would go out of their way to do her favors, where women would suck up to her, and where her husband adored her.

It was that growing sense of deserving only the best that helped push her over into making a change in the relationship she had with her King.

Spike came home from work one day where Rarity had been making dinner, and he mentioned that Rarity’s favorite band, Octavia and the melodies, were going to do a small, intimate concert.

“Oh my god!” Rarity said excitedly, “can we get tickets?”

“I’ll try,” Spike said, as he sat in front of the computer and logged on to the ticket web site. After twenty minutes, though, he came back into the kitchen with a look on his face that gave away the answer. “Sorry, they’re completely sold out already. They must have sold out within minutes of when they went online. I tried to find some scalpers, but the prices they’re selling for is hundreds of dollars per ticket. Sorry.”

Rarity stood with her back to Spike as she tended to something on the stove. In her mind, she thought about how another man almost certainly could take her. For Spike, it was a question of ability. For Rarity, it was whether or not she was willing to take that step, to do something non sexual with her King. Then she suddenly felt it inside her, the certain sensation that she deserved nothing short of the very best. The whole reason King Sombra was fucking her was because she was in the same class of people as him. She loved the sex as much as the he did, so it wasn’t that she needed compensation or anything. However, how many of all the guys who hit on her or fawned over her would kill to be able to take her to something like this concert? How much did Spike want to take her? She was in demand, people should want to give her things, and she could have them if she wanted. Why not take advantage of what she had?

“It’s okay,” Rarity said, “I think I have to work that night anyway. The Boutique requires a lot of help from me and the girls nowadays with inventory, and it is supposed to go late into the night. If I cancelled, the other girls would have to work even later, and I’d feel guilty.” Rarity was proud of herself for coming up with a perfect lie so quickly, which made it seem perfectly natural.

“I feel bad that I can’t take you,” Spike said as he sat down at their kitchen table. “Are you sure you have to work? I’d love to take you out to do something in it’s place.”

“Don’t bother with it darling,” Rarity said as she leaned over to kiss Spike on the forehead. “It’s not like you were obligated to take me or anything. I won’t even think about it.”

However, Rarity could hardly think of anything else. Going to the concert wasn’t just about enjoying the music she loved, it was also about being able to do whatever she wanted. The next day, when she was out of the house and away from Spike, she made the unusual step of phoning the King. Up until then and save the first time she called him, it was always him who called her.

“Sombra,” Rarity said, “there’s a concert I want you to take me to.” Rarity was deliberate in phrasing it as a command. Royalty never asked, and she wanted to be like that.

“Of course, Rarity,” he said without hesitation. “Just tell me the details, and I will arrange everything.”

Next Saturday night, Rarity was picked up by the silver limousine, as usual, but this time her King was inside. They kissed passionately when they met, but didn’t go further. Tonight was a little different.

Sombra took her to an expensive restaurant that she didn’t even know existed. It was a small, boutique restaurant where there were no menus and the chef simply prepared whatever meal one could like. The wine was many thousands of dollars per bottle. The King seemed to know everyone there, and he was civil, engaging, and well liked. It was a side of him that surprised Rarity a little because she had only ever seen him in their highly sexual encounters.

From the restaurant they went to the concert, and it was even better than she imagined. Rarity and Sombra were escorted in by a private entrance away from the line up and the crowds, and were guided to a special VIP area, a little off to the side of the stage, but with an up close and intimate view. She gave him more than one dance which ended up as intense make out sessions, but Rarity was just as much into the music as the sex. Sombra also enjoyed the music, though he had a more calm and reserved style. His pleasure seemed to mainly be in watching Rarity enjoy herself. She was so excited she was like a little girl who just got a pony for her birthday.

After the concert, her King took her back stage to meet Octavia and the rest of the band. They all seemed to know him already, and deferred to him as if he was someone who had done them huge favors in the past. She looked at Sombra with new admiration. He wasn’t just a god in the bedroom, he had this whole other world where he was known, admired, and obeyed.

Rarity and her man stayed with the band as there was an impromptu party that formed in the green room. Some other famous people were there, and it was pretty wild. Eventually, everyone else wanted to continue the party and take it to an all night club, but Rarity had had her fill of fun, and she was ready to head home. She also felt that she didn’t want this to be the first time she broke her schedule and cause Spike to worry. It might spoil her fun if Spike started to call her all night long and wanted to get into some long whining discussion.

She didn’t have her King take her home immediately, though. She told the chauffeur to take them on a scenic drive, and in the roomy back seat of the limousine, she gave her thanks for the magnificent night giving Sombra the best blow job she had given him to this point. She was more attracted to him than ever. They fucked while the city lights went by, and Rarity came again and again as she smothered his face with her huge pillowy breasts, which he particularly liked.

Sombra almost seemed to time it perfectly as they pulled up to the corner where she would be dropped off, and he completely filled her mouth with his cum. She hungrily swallowed it all, and then smiled her beautiful smile before stepping out of the car.

Rarity was on cloud nine when she went up to the apartment, and she was surprised when she entered the apartment and found it dark except for candles everywhere. They formed a pathway that led into the living room, which was filled with candles everywhere. In the background, some of the more mellow music by the band Rarity had just seen was playing. Spike was there, holding some wine. Rarity looked at Spike, puzzled.

“I felt bad that I couldn’t take you to the concert,” Spike said. “So, I just wanted to do something really nice for you. I thought, if it’s not to silly, that we could dance together, here, in the candle light.”

Rarity let out a giggle, and Spike smiled. He smiled because he thought the giggle was an expression of happiness. What he didn’t realize was that Rarity was holding back from laughing in his face. Having just been treated to the concert in a way that Spike could never ever do, his efforts seemed to be a pathetic form of compensation. She realized that sweet gestures are what people who can’t do the real thing do. For the first time, Rarity had the feeling that Spike was kind of a loser.

Still, she knew that she had to play along a little bit. She licked her teeth and the inside of her mouth hoping to get the taste of her King’s cum out enough so she could kiss Spike. He embraced her and offered her a sip of wine. It tasted mundane compared to the truly fine wine she had earlier. The music sounded tinny compared to the live performance. The candles were a pale imitation of the ambiance of the King’s palace. As Spike squeezed her lovingly, Rarity rolled her eyes when he couldn’t see her, and she felt that all this was beneath her now.

She would giggle now and again, as lyrics in the songs would remind her of moments in the concert, and the contrast between then and now made Spike’s efforts seem that much more ridiculous. Spike seemed to take her giggling as enjoyment, and would hug her and smile at her, making her even more prone to laughing at him inside. it was all she could do to not just burst out laughing and mock him for trying so hard and still not being able to give her what she deserved. The more oblivious he was to how she was really feeling, the more she felt like he was a sucker.