Chapters The White Room, 6 months later
Spike stepped into the room as Rarity held it open for him. As always he was marveled with the beauty and perfection of his wife.
She was five foot six, but her long legs gave her the appearance of being taller. The heels and platforms of the thigh high boots she was wearing made her slightly taller than Spike. However, Spike didn’t know she was wearing thigh high boots, as she was wearing a grey overcoat that also hid her stunning curves and soft leg muscles. What did show for now were her deep blue eyes and wavy, course and pure purple hair which fell down to her mid back.
While the sheer beauty of his wife always intoxicated him, Spike was no slouch in the looks department. The young man showcased a fit and healthy look, with light green hair that was short and had a stylish, deliberately uncombed look. He was wearing a simple button up shirt and pants.
“What’s this room for?” Spike asked as he entered the room. It was almost pure white, with no windows, and about five yards square, with tall ceilings. There was only one door on one wall. The other walls had a simple white leather bench running alongside them, creating a seat that formed an angular C shape. The white leather bench was deep enough to lie down on. Other than that, the only other thing in the room was a seat in the middle, facing away from the door and looking toward the center of the C formed by the plush white bench. It was obviously designed so that the people who sat on the bench were the audience for what happened in the chair, or the other way round. The only other items Spike could see in the room were in the top two corners where there were small high quality video cameras. They didn’t seem to have any indicators to be able to tell if they were on or not. Spike was going to ask about the video cameras, but he decided to concentrate his attention on the chair.
It was no ordinary seat. It had very wide arm rests, that afforded enough room for an extra person to sit in the lap of the person seated. More noticeable than that was the straps, buckles and chains that were attached in various places all over, designed to keep whoever was in the chair from moving. Spike walked up to the chair and flicked one of the straps as if he were examining it. “Wow. This chair is intense.”
“Mmm hmm,” Rarity said as she stepped into the room behind Spike, closing the white door behind her. “It’s for you to sit in.”
“What?” Spike said, a little surprised. He knew they had come her for something kinky, but he didn't know what, so the details took him off guard. “What is this room for?” Spike asked again.
“It’s like a hotel room you can rent out,” Rarity said as she ran her fingers across Spike’s shoulders and stepped in front of him. “Except, it’s not for sleeping in,” she added with a giggle.
“How did you find this place?” Spike asked. He knew Rarity was turned on and was about to do something incredibly sexy, and he was excited for it to happen. However, a natural nervousness about being tied up made him hesitate before getting in the chair.
“It’s not hard to find things like this,” Rarity purred, “if you know where to look. Now, do you want to ask questions, or do you want to know what I’m all dressed up for?” With that, Rarity undid the belt on her overcoat and, with a smooth motion of her shoulder, let it fall to the floor. She was wearing black thigh high boots and black leather gloves that were slick, shiny, and conformed to the contours of her body so perfectly that they looked painted on. There was only one detail that stood out on the perfectly smooth black surface of her gloves which was her wedding ring, which she had placed on the outside of the glove. Contrasted against the black background, it stood out and sparkled for extra attention.
Other than that, the only thing she had on were a pair of skimpy black thong panties. She wore nothing over her massive breasts, as they didn’t need any kind of help in being a perfect presentation. They were huge and round, but somehow stood out as if to defy gravity. She stood coyly for Spike to look at her, and his eyes almost popped out of his head. He had never seen her look so made up for the purpose of sex. Right down to her make up, she looked incredible, like something out of a movie.
Spike immediately jumped into the chair, anxious to experience what she had in store for him. He was going to ask other questions, like whether or not the video cameras were on, but the only thing that mattered now was Rarity.
“Stop Darling,” Rarity said. “You can’t be in the chair with all those clothes on.” As she spoke, she bent forward, giving Spike ample view of her deep cleavage, and she casually and gently ran a finger up and down on his jeans, just above his rapidly hardening penis. Spike undressed so fast, he practically ripped his clothes off.
All the while, Rarity started to work with the straps along the chair, humming lovingly.
It had been awkward, and that’s about all they got out of it.
It was supposed to have been a swinger’s party, or an orgy, or some kind of wild sexual party of some kind. However, instead of a room full of gorgeous people indulging in wild sex, it was a range of mostly middle aged people with slightly over weight bodies acting as if they were desirable. Some wore fetish wear which just made them look that much more ridiculous, especially the fat men.
There were a few younger people, and a couple of women who were decent looking, but when Rarity stepped in the room, there was a noticeable pause as everyone took her in. Whereas the best of the women at the party might be considered “attractive”, Rarity at a minimum was “stunningly hot”. All eyes were upon her, even though she had the most clothes on in the room, in her simple white dress. They all stared just long enough to make her feel incredibly self conscious before people realized they were gawking and tried to go back to whatever else they were doing and pretend they didn't all want to immediately include Rarity in their activities.
Spike felt a mix of pride for being with the hottest woman, and also awkwardness because of how the attention was obviously lopsided and singled Rarity out in both good and bad ways. Some of the women obviously felt jealous, and a lot of the men wanted Spike to not be there.
It wasn't the case that people were casually fucking and sucking all over the room, like some pornographic representation of a swinger’s party. People were drinking wine, and chatting, and caressing each other sexually. However, there was surprisingly little outright sex happening. Later, when Rarity and Spike spoke to one of the organizers, he explained that really the idea was to create the possibility of sex, but that most normal men don’t spend eight hours being hard continuously, so the heavily edited scenes one might come across in a video simply weren't possible.
Rarity and Spike felt awkward and uncomfortable as they tried to make the best of it for about an hour. They chatted to some people, men and bisexual women approached Rarity to try and woo her away from Spike, but both Spike and Rarity stopped short of actually participating in anything sexual. One man came up and asked them questions about who they were and what their relationship was like, and it seemed almost like an interview. Another woman came over and subtly indicated that she also thought she was above the party, though Spike and Rarity didn't think so. She was attractive, though a bit older, and nowhere near in Rarity’s league.
It was about an hour before they felt they could leave without it being obvious that they were completely disappointed. They did not want to be insulting to the people there, even though they felt it was a pitiful scene.
In the car on the way home, they laughed at various individuals and how ridiculous it all seemed.
Then, in bed at night, the problem resurfaced.
The whole reason they had tried to go and find an orgy or swinger’s party to attend was because Rarity was unsatisfied. It wasn’t that she was interested in group sex in particular, but she felt something was missing. In the years that they had been together, she never climaxed when she had sex with Spike, though sometimes she came close. There was just enough potential in their sex life that they felt they must just be lacking some detail, some small thing that excited her.
Spike had no problem getting off with Rarity. She was every man’s fantasy, and her willingness to do whatever Spike asked left nothing to be desired. The problem was entirely on Rarity’s side. It wasn’t that she wasn’t happy with Spike or willing to try anything, it was that she didn’t know what she wanted. It had always been that way.
They had met at the end of high school, when Rarity transferred in during Spike’s first year. She was two years older than him. All the guys went after her aggressively, and even fights broke out. Somehow, Spike was the one to woo her, mostly by being the most sensitive to her feelings. While most guys postured and posed, trying to impress her with accomplishments, Spike was the one willing to listen and talk, and do small acts of kindness of her. Over time, these things won her over.
Although Spike graduated high school after her, he went to college in the same city, so they continued dating without any interruption. Near the last year of college for him, Spike proposed, and they stayed engaged until they both graduated. Although Rarity was older, she went to a special college for fashion and design, so her time was longer than Spike, who got an MBA. In the summer following, they got married and had been married for three years.
Spike knew that he had a truly precious woman. She had no equal, and if they broke up, it would be impossible to find a woman who had the same combination of stunning beauty, charming personality, and engaging intelligence. He also had no illusions that it was not quite the same for Rarity. She was approached by men constantly, and even the wedding ring on her finger hardly slowed down the regular parade of men, and some women, offering themselves to her.
Although losing Rarity was something that Spike kept in mind because he was intelligent and rational enough to see the situation for what it was, he was also so devoted to Rarity simply because he genuinely and honestly loved her. That it was hard not to love a woman like her was beside the point. He thanked his lucky stars that everything had lined up so that the woman he would fall for and marry was so amazing.
It wasn’t an unbalanced relationship. Even a woman as stunningly beautiful as Rarity could become less lovable if she just took Spike for granted and only took out of the relationship. Rarity was not that type of woman, though. She loved Spike back, and noticed that a lot of the men who pursued her just wanted to fuck her and her huge tits, and most of them probably had personalities that she would hate. Spike not only tried to please her like a lot of men might, but she could sense in him his genuine affections. He was sincere in what he did, and that was a rare thing. Rarity reciprocated with her feelings too. She genuinely loved Spike, worked to make him happy too, and she would never think of cheating on him. She would always politely turn down the men who hit on her by saying that she was already in love. Nothing made Spike more happy than those occasional times when he would overhear Rarity turning down another man’s approach by proudly declaring her feelings for him.
With the two of them so devoted to each other, the marriage was almost perfect. Spike worked at a consultancy company that helped with business efficiency. He worked Monday to Friday with more or less regular hours, with occasional overtime. Rarity worked in her very own fashion boutique at a department store.
The boutique job was something she got during college, and she kept it for the extra income, but after college her main goal was to pursue modelling, which was inevitable given her looks. Everyone always asked her if she modeled or was an actress. Strangely, however, although everyone agreed she was stunningly beautiful, it was difficult to get modelling work. Modeling jobs fell into two different areas. On one end was the high fashion and catalogue work, which Rarity was often turned down for. She was too busty, curvaceous, and physically toned for the kind of thin cat walk model body type that dominated that area. She was told more than once that women wanted to see attractive women, but not women that made them feel too inferior or that were too sexual in their image. On the other end of modelling work were the type of photo shoots for men’s magazines, and while she was in high demand for that, every job offer she got was always one step away from being asked to go further and do something more extreme. They wanted her to pose naked, they wanted her to get into pornography, they wanted her to fuck someone or give them a blow job on the promise of getting her a break into show business. Rarity was resistant to all this kind of work because she didn’t want to end up as some kind of whore.
Spike often joked that she was “too beautiful for modeling”, and that seemed to be the case. She still got some modeling jobs that suited her, but after a while she accepted that she would be able to do so much and not more unless she was willing to compromise herself. However, with Spike providing a steady and stable home life, she didn’t feel a need to make any compromises, and was happy with the situation. She was home often enough that she also took on the role of home maker, often doing the cleaning and helping make dinner for when Spike got home. Sometimes she would work a little late at the boutique or get a modeling job that would have her out until late or on weekends, and when that happened, Spike happily did whatever housework or prepare whatever meal was necessary. Their life was balanced, and Spike and Rarity found plenty of time to be together.
Since they were both young, they chose to live in an apartment close to the center of the city where they could be near the action. They had a medium sized apartment on the third floor of an apartment block in a relatively nice neighborhood. They liked to go out to concerts and clubs together, and often had meals together at nice restaurants.
It was a loving, stable, happy, mutually loving marriage. It was almost perfect. The only element was Rarity’s dissatisfaction in the bedroom. The hardest problem to solve is not knowing what one wants, and that was Rarity’s problem. She was no prude, so she was willing to experiment. They tried a little light bondage, some role playing, sex toys, and other things in order to find just what it was that Rarity wanted. None of it worked. Rarity felt worse about it than Spike did, because she wanted for him to be able to satisfy her, and she knew that if she could just say what it was, he would do it in a heartbeat. Her inability to express it, to know what it was, made her feel like she was letting him down, despite his assurances that he was willing to keep trying to the end of time for them to work out what was wrong.
As the years went on, they broadened their range of what they would try. They went to couple’s therapy, twice, and both times the therapist pronounced them the happiest couple they could find and could only suggest to keep an open mind and keep trying.
And so that is how they ended up at the swinger’s party. They both knew before they went that they probably weren’t too interested in having sex with other people, but they were desperate to try new things to see if maybe something somehow triggered a response in Rarity. Maybe watching other people or being watched. Maybe just being in a room with sexual energy. If all else failed, if somehow group sex really was it, then they were going to find out.
However, they had done the experiment and the results were in.
“Was there anything about tonight at the swingers party that you liked?” Spike asked hopefully as they arrived home. “Anything at all that might give us something to go on?”
“I did like the fact that everyone wanted me,” Rarity said. “I liked being desired. It’s just, no one there was appealing enough for me to want to let them close.”
“So you want to be wanted,” Spike said, “but not by just anyone.”
“No, I want to be the woman everyone should know”, Rarity corrected, “but I’m only going to actually let certain people have me.”
“I hope I’m one of those people!” Spike laughed.
“Of course darling!” Rarity giggled, and they hugged, her massive breasts being squeezed between them.
A few weeks passed after that event, and things got a little bit worse. Rarity’s frustration reached a new high. It felt as if even considering the idea of having sex with someone other than Spike was the most extreme thing she could think of. She was willing to do something that extreme to try and break through whatever it was inside her that held her back, and yet even that didn’t work. She felt like she had run out of options.
Rarity became a little distant, and Spike could easily sense it. At first he just left her alone, knowing that maybe she just needed some time to bounce back. He knew what she was feeling, but he knew they had been facing this issue since the very beginning, and so they would get back to trying again. However, this time she stayed frustrated for a little longer than usual, and Spike sensed this time was different. This time she had hit a new low of frustration.
“It’s okay,” Spike said one night two weeks later, “We’ll get through this.”
“We’ve been trying for years!” Rarity said through tears. “What if I just can’t orgasm? What if I’m just destined to not ever feel it?”
“I love you no matter what,” Spike said, rubbing her back comfortingly as they sat on the couch together, “Maybe we put to much importance on the sex.”
“Easy for you to say,” Rarity snapped. “You get off all the time because of me. You’re satisfied. You don’t know what it’s like to always feel like you’re just on the verge of something but never being able to get it.”
“That’s a bit unfair,” Spike said, “You know I want you to get there as much as you do. I’m just saying that maybe we put too much pressure to be some kind of perfect couple in the bedroom. Everything else with us is so perfect, it feels some how out of balance to let sex be the most important thing.”
“You don’t get it,” Rarity said, and she stood up because she had too much energy to stay seated. “You just don’t know what it’s like for me. Look at me,” Rarity said, as she held her arms out to show her perfect body to Spike. “Everyone always talks to me like I’m this perfect sexual fantasy. The modelling jobs I get are all about the sexual image I portray. All the attention I get is all about sex. I feel like I’m some kind of joke, where I can have all the sex I want, but I can never actually enjoy it. All my life, I get treated as if I should be having incredible sex all the time, and I can’t help that it’s made me expect that to be true.”
“I don’t think you’re a joke,” Spike said, “you are perfect, as far as I’m concerned. Forget about everyone’s expectations. I know that if we love each other, we can make it happen.”
“It’s not just about how everyone has built me up,” Rarity said, pacing. “The frustration is physical. Every time we have sex, I feel like it builds up inside me, and then it doesn’t get released. I think it adds up, because it’s getting harder and harder to look forward to sex. So it’s like my body is saying the same thing to me that everyone has said my whole life. You should be good at this, you should enjoy this, this should feel good. My own body expects me to have great sex, and yet somehow it still doesn’t happen. Sex is important because it’s not just all around me, it’s in me as well. I need to solve this, and I just can’t.” Rarity put her hands to her face and cried. Spike stood up and put is arms around her.
“Just say what you want to try next.” Spike said. “You know I’m behind you 100%”. Rarity pulled away.
“Aren’t you hearing what I’m saying,” Rarity said, almost screaming. “I’m out of ideas. We’ve tried everything. I want to give up but I can’t because I want it so bad. There’s no where else to go!”
“So what do you want me to do about it?” Spike said, raising his voice, “I’m trying to help you!”
“Don’t just say you’ll do anything,” Rarity said, “You always say you’ll do anything. You’ve always said that, and it has never got any better!”
“Are you saying it’s my fault now?” Spike yelled. “What the hell do you want from me?”
“Nothing!” Rarity said, “You don’t understand how it feels. You can’t! Nobody can!”
“So you want to give up then?” Spike asked, with accusation in his voice, “No more sex?”
“What if I said yes?” Rarity said. “What if I said no more sex? How would you feel being with the perfect woman that you can’t fuck?”
“That’s just being ridiculous,” Spike said. “We’ll keep trying. There’s no reason to stop.”
“Easy for you to say,” Rarity said with sarcasm, “You get to keep getting off. It’s great for you while I have to keep being frustrated.”
“That’s not what I’m trying to do!” Spike said. “If you want to take a break from sex, then we’ll do that.”
“I don’t mean a break,” Rarity said.
“Then what do you mean?” Spike said loudly.
“Never mind!” Rarity said, “You don’t get it! You can’t get it! Just leave me alone!” Then Rarity turned and stormed out of the living room. Spike stood listening, wondering if she was going to go into the bedroom to be alone. He couldn’t hear much for a few moments, then he heard a rattling as Rarity grabbed an umbrella, and immediately after the front door open and close. Spike stepped into the small hallway between the living room and the front door, and noticed that Rarity had put on some shoes, but not taken a jacket with her. It was raining and cold out, so she would probably be back soon, since she was just wearing a T-shirt and jeans.
Author's Note
If it is not entirely clear, this happens six months before the events depicted in the previous chapter.
Author's Note
“People that have trust issues only need to look in the mirror. There they will meet the one person that will betray them the most.”
Spike's tale. Chapter 2
Many hours later, Rarity had not returned. In the meantime, Spike’s mood had changed dramatically. At first he was indignant, thinking Rarity was acting like a diva. However, he could never stay upset with her for long, so in less than an hour he had become worried about her. She was out there, in the cold, probably still upset, and as time went on, he worried that she was lost or worse. Since she was such a beautiful woman and most likely looking very vulnerable, something bad could have happened, though Spike didn’t want to consider that.
She had been in such a rush that didn’t take her mobile phone with her, so Spike couldn’t call and check on her. He called Applejack, Twilight, Pinkie, Fluttershy and Rainbow to see if maybe Rarity had connected with them. However, no one had heard from her. Spike tried to downplay her absence, so as not to cause a panic among all their friends.
He went outside and walked around the neighborhood in the rain, looking in coffee shops and bars, even in laundromats or anywhere dry. Rarity was nowhere to be found. He phone her mobile phone back at the apartment many times in case she had returned home while he was out. He left messages that got more apologetic each time. He returned home after hours of searching, cold, tired and wet.
Eventually, all he could do was pace back and forth and feel guilty and stupid for having said what he said. At the time, he was just trying to express how he supported her. However, what he ended up conveying was that he just wanted to keep going, which, as Rarity said, was easier on him than on her. Now he saw that, he realized he should have just listened. Getting mad at her was no way to solve their problems in the bedroom.
When he finally heard the door open, he rushed toward it, his sense of relief was so overwhelming. She was a little wet from the rain, but she looked otherwise unharmed in any way.
However, when Rarity saw Spike, she fallen into his arms. He grabbed her and held her tight. “I’m so sorry!” he said over and over, gently rocking her to comfort her. He held her back to look at her face and she didn't return his gaze. She looked downward and let out a sigh. “What is it?” Spike asked with genuine concern.
“I’m so sorry,” Rarity said quietly.
“No,” Spike quickly responded, “you have nothing to be sorry about. I was the one who was insecure.”
“No,” Rarity said, “you don’t understand. While I was gone, I,” she said, and then stopped, looking unable to get the words out.
“You what?” Spike asked, not accusingly but with worry that something happened to her. Rarity finally looked up and into Spike’s eyes. She looked pained, and seemed to be struggling with what to say.
“I,” she said with some difficulty, “I, just, had an opportunity to think about some stuff. That’s all.” Spike thought it was a bit strange the way she was emphasizing nothing happened. However, Spike realized that kind of paranoid thinking was what created fights, not solved them. “I know now that we can make it work. Sexually, I mean.”
“What?” Spike said, surprised. “How do you know that? I’m happy to hear it, but, still, what’s different?”
“I can’t explain,” Rarity said. She remained vague, and Spike realized maybe she couldn’t explain any further. Sometimes feelings are hard to express. So instead he tried to kiss her. She kissed back, but was a little hesitant and she stopped him.
“I’m sorry,” she said, “I… I’m a little too worn out.” Well, women are more emotional than men, he figured, so probably for her thinking about the relationship was more of an ordeal than how he saw it.
“Does that mean you don’t want to take a break from having sex?” Spike said, “Because I want you to know that I thought about what you said and realized you were right. It is easier for me, and it’s unfair. I don’t know how you feel, and I should have listened better. When I say I’ll try anything, I mean I’ll even try not doing anything. I’m here for you in any way you need me. Any way at all.”
Rarity looked at Spike with a puzzled look. Not that she didn’t understand what he was saying, but that she had no idea how to respond. “No,” Rarity said slowly and carefully, “I think we need to keep trying. I think I have some new, um, insights into how I feel. Just, not tonight okay? I can’t tonight, but we’ll keep trying again soon, okay?”
Spike was extremely happy to hear that, so her hugged her again, and that night they slept with Spike holding Rarity like a little girl and comforting her with his embrace.
Unfortunately, after that, things did not get better. For a few days it seemed like they might, and Rarity was different in the bedroom. She seemed to have more of an idea of what she wanted, pulling and pushing at Spike to move one way or another. However, as much as Spike tried he hardest to do what she wanted, she just couldn’t get whatever it was that she needed. They became distant again, and it became hard to talk about, because this time it seemed like it was Rarity who was calling the shots. Whatever it is she wanted, only she could say how to do it. Spike felt powerless to help, but couldn’t express his frustration without making it seem like he was accusing her. The last thing he wanted was to press her into another fight that would have her running out the door.
Spike felt like they were heading toward an inevitable fight, though, as Rarity became so frustrated that sometimes she would even just stop the sex right in the middle, sighing heavily with frustration and then going out of the room to calm down. Spike, who would still be aroused, found this particularly difficult, and he snapped at her a couple times, and she snapped back. However, both of them knew that the fight that was just about to happen would make things worse, so they both held back.
Then, suddenly, things changed for the better. Rarity didn’t usually go out socializing with friends without Spike, but she said she needed a night out with her girlfriends. Spike suspected that being around women only was a way of getting away from the implied sexual energy she always got around men. She obviously needed a break, and while Spike wasn’t too happy about her doing things without him, he could see how she needed a break.
As it turned out, it seemed to help a lot. Although she was a little tipsy, a little worn out from dancing, Rarity came home completely refreshed emotionally. She gave Spike a big hug when she arrived, and seemed to be in a much brighter mood. Spike was eager to find out what changed, but she was so exhausted that she practically collapsed into bed and went to sleep immediately before Spike even got into bed with her.
“So what changed?” Spike asked over breakfast the next morning.
“I talked some things over with my friends yesterday,” Rarity said, “And they helped me see things in a new light. You know I’m so grateful for how well we communicate, but I think it really helped to get some outside input.”
“What did you decide?” Spike asked. At this, Rarity looked down and a little concerned. She was obviously not sure if Spike would go along with her plan.
“Remember we talked about taking a break? A break from sex?” Rarity asked. She continued, “Well, I think that’s a good idea now. I want to just focus on all the parts of the marriage that work, and take the pressure off the bedroom for now.”
“Okay, fine,” Spike said, though there was just a slight tone in his voice that gave away that he knew this meant no sex for him for a long time. Having a wife as incredibly sexy as Rarity and not being able to fuck her would be a true test of will. “Why do you now think that’s a good idea?”
“Girls talk about things,” Rarity said with a giggle. “I can’t let you in on all our secrets. Are you really willing to go along with it, though?”
Spike looked obviously concerned, but he nodded. “You know I’ll do anything for you. Take as long as you want. We’ll get back to it when the time is right,” Spike said. Rarity looked thrilled and she jumped up so that she could bend over to kiss Spike on the forehead. As she did so, her tits jiggled and wobbled in a way that has Spike’s eyes fixated on them. Already it was hard to be around her and know that he wasn't going to be fucking her.
There was no denying, though, that the break from sex seemed to have helped their marriage over all. Although Rarity was a little busier with work and went out with the girls without Spike more often, the time they did spend together was without any tension. They enjoyed their time together, just being a loving couple. Rarity wanted to focus on more couple activities, like walking in the park and going to movies together. She seemed to be intent on highlighting what was working great about their relationship, the completely platonic part.
Spike tried to not let on how hard it was for him. Spike tried going out a few times with his guy friends when Rarity was out with her girl friends, but he found he wasn't as interested in it. He much preferred being out with Rarity as well. One problem was that the guys would sometimes tease him, saying that if they had a wife like Rarity, they would be at home fucking her all the time. They couldn't even understand why he was out without her. Although they were joking, there was an undercurrent of truth in it as well. All of Spike’s friends would talk more or less openly about how they wanted to fuck her. On top of that, they couldn't understand how they were hitting a nerve with Spike, because that’s exactly what he wanted too, to be at home fucking Rarity. So even when he was out with friends, there was constant reminders of Rarity and their dissatisfying sex life.
The other problem was that they would go out to bars or clubs, and the other guys would want to pick up girls. Spike, however, didn't want any other girls. He would look at even the most attractive woman in any place and she would never be on Rarity’s level. Even though Spike was sexually frustrated, he knew that even if he wasn't so completely loyal to Rarity that he wouldn't be satisfied with any other woman anyway. They all paled in comparison. Spike was completely in love and loyal to her no matter what, so he never considered cheating on her anyway, but he still didn’t like looking around the room at other women and being reminded of how he was both with and not with the woman of his dreams.
Spike would sometimes hope that he would happen to bump into Rarity and her friends at a club by happy coincidence, but he never saw her. Sometimes he would see Applejack and the rest of the gang and ask about her, but whoever it was that Rarity was going out with, it seemed that it weren't the girl friends of always.
Spike stopped trying to replace his time away from Rarity with some kind of distraction, and more and more he would just stay at home and wait for her. He was content to go out when Rarity was with him, and if not, he just finished up some work or watched television or relaxed.
However, Spike was far from relaxed. While the situation seemed to be improving Rarity’s mood more and more week after week, Spike was more anxious about how long this break was supposed to go on. He masturbated thinking about Rarity, and what sex would be like when she was ready again, and if they were able to make it really work. At first that helped release some tension. However, at the same time, it got him thinking about sex with her more too. Even though she was his own wife here in his own home, in his masturbatory fantasies she was like the movie star that one can’t have. She was more desirable because of her unattainability, and then the potential of her actually being attainable, but then again not really, was a cycle in Spike’s head that had him both masturbating furiously and then feeling hollow afterward.
In order to try and get their sex life back on track, Spike wanted to try and talk it out. It started out with small questions and just checking on her feelings. However, Spike was in need of results, and they started talking more and more about the relationship. Long, detailed, conversations, that went nowhere and left them both a little frustrated. Spike wanted to explore all sorts of angles to try and find the key insight that might unlock the door to them trying to have sex again. Rarity, however, strictly maintained that she was just not ready, not able yet, and that was that. The situation was really that simple, but the lack of information only made Spike more frustrated and motivated to try harder.
Rarity clearly found the conversations tedious, and most nights she would endure them. Some nights, though, when she came back from being with her friends or a late shift at work, she was just too exhausted and couldn't talk about anything. She would go straight to sleep, and Spike would be left hanging with many things he wanted to say but couldn't let out. Sometimes he pushed, and once or twice Rarity snapped at him saying that talking wouldn't turn her on.
One night, Spike was home alone, just watching television to fill the time. Rarity was out with the girls again, which she had been doing more of lately since the conversations began.
Spike was sure she probably got hit on a lot when she was out with her girlfriends, since he knew she did most of the time anyway. However, he trusted her to not go too far with anyone. Rarity simply wasn't that type. On the other hand, it felt like she had this new social life without Spike, and he felt a little left out. Spike never really needed time away from Rarity, so he felt a little bit sad that she seemed to need time away from him. She never said anything like that, she just wanted to have time with her girlfriends, but that was still the end result.
It occurred to Spike that there was nothing wrong with calling Rarity, though. Somehow, when Rarity went out with her girlfriends, it had taken on a kind of sacred feeling, like there was a rule that Spike not interrupt. However, now that Spike thought about it, there really was no reason he couldn't just call his own wife whenever he wanted to. He felt it would be good to do, just so he could feel like her social life was not a wholly separate thing from him. He picked up his cell phone and dialled Rarity’s number.
“Hello,” a woman said, “this is Rarity’s phone.” Spike was surprised to hear a voice that wasn’t Rarity’s answer the phone. Spike could hear some music in the background and thought Rarity must be out drinking at a bar or something. Perhaps she was dancing or away from her phone.
“Oh, hello,” Spike said, “Who is this?”
“I’m Crystal, a friend of Rarity’s” the girl said.
“Nice to meet you Crystal.” Spike said, feeling happy that he was getting a little insight into Rarity’s social life. “Is Rarity there?”
“Yes, she’s here,” the girl said. Her voice was friendly and cheerful. “She’s just having some fun with friends. Do you need me to get her for you?”
“Yeah,” Spike said, “thanks.” There was some muffled sounds as it seemed the phone was being passed around or something. Then Rarity answered.
“Hi darling,” Rarity said. She sounded a little distracted, as if she had just been brought from another conversation, or maybe from the dance floor, and talking on the phone was a mental step she hadn't fully taken. “What’s up?”
“Sorry to interrupt you and your friends,” Spike said, “I guess, I don’t know, I was just feeling a little lonely without you. So I just wanted to call and say hi.”
“That’s, uh,” Rarity said, “That’s sweet. We’ll talk when I get home, okay?” Spike couldn't help but notice that Rarity sounded hesitant. Was she bothered by him calling her like this? Spike wondered if maybe he had made a mistake, as if he had made her feel like he didn't trust her by checking up on her. Perhaps calling her wasn't such a good idea after all. However, Spike didn't want to concede to an idea that calling his own wife at any time could be the wrong thing to do, so he wanted to know what Rarity was feeling.
“Is something wrong?” Spike said, “Your voice sounds a little funny.”
“I,” Rarity said, and then paused. “I’m fine. The girls and I have just been drinking a bit.”
“You sound out of breath, though,” Spike said, knowing that if she was bothered, he was probably making it worse by asking more questions. He liked hearing her voice, though, even though the conversation was a little awkward, so he wanted to talk just a bit more.
“We've been dancing a lot,” Rarity said. “Sorry, honey, but it’s hard to hear in here. We’ll talk when I get home, okay?” Spike realized that this was not the best time to really get into another deep discussion about their feelings and their relationship. When Spike thought of that, he then realized that maybe the whole reason Rarity was going out with her girlfriends so much these days was because she was maybe tired of all the talking with Spike about their marriage and their sex life and their feelings for each other. He didn't like admitting that he might be driving her away, but he couldn't deny the possibility either. He suddenly felt a little foolish for calling her up and possibly making things worse by taking the very thing she might be trying to avoid into the world of her friends where she was escaping too. He decided he should get off the phone and let it go.
“It’s okay,” Spike said, “I just wanted to hear your voice. Have a good time.”
“Okay, bye” Rarity said quickly, as if she wanted to get off the phone right away. Spike felt a little hurt that she wanted to end the call, but he felt he knew what was going on. Still, he had one last thing he wanted to hear.
“Love you,” Spike said, but before he even finished saying it, the phone went dead. Although she said it was hard to hear, and maybe it was a little, he knew that she was anxious to get off the phone.
The irony was that he would want to talk to her about how he understood that she didn't want to talk too much, but since that in itself was more talking, it would just make the problem worse. Spike resolved that while he had feelings about this situation that he wanted to address, he would let it go. He would make the effort to start being the husband she wanted, and not talk about becoming the relationship they hoped to have.
When Rarity got home later that night, she was tired, and Spike felt that she was clearly feeling a little wary of having another long talk about the marriage. So Spike just hugged her and said he loved her, and then they went to bed together, with him holding on to her as they drifted off to sleep. She seemed happy with that, and Spike felt they were on a better path to making their relationship work.
While they talked less, Spike was masturbating more. It didn't help that Rarity was dressing incredibly sexy all the time now. She also acted a little different, a little more confident. She walked and talked with more authority. It was very sexy. Spike hoped that these were all signs that Rarity was building the emotional strength needed to work through the issues of their sex life. He masturbated hard and often thinking about what it was going to be like having sex with this new, more erotic, Rarity. The only problem was how it felt after he came. He would lie there on their bed, cleaning his cum and lotion up with tissues, feeling completely pathetic. What kind of husband, what kind of man, jerks off to his own wife instead of fucking her? He tried to dismiss the thoughts as being unjustifiably harsh. This was just a temporary situation, they would have sex again, and it wasn’t anybody’s fault. He just couldn’t hold back the rush of feelings that inevitably always followed. However, he knew it wasn’t just some kind of hormonal thing. The sense that he was some kind of loser in this situation constantly ate at him.
Something happened which shook Spike’s confidence even more. Spike heard that Rarity’s favorite band (Octavia and the Melodies) was having a small, intimate concert. He came home from work and told her about it, and then tried to get tickets on line, but they were sold out. Rarity seemed completely not bothered, though. Although she would have liked to have gone, it turned out she had to work late at the boutique on the night of the concert anyway. Even though Rarity wasn’t remotely bothered, Spike was. If they weren’t having problems in the bedroom, he probably would have brushed the whole thing off. However, the way he saw it now, not only was he not able to satisfy her in the bedroom, he was failing in the platonic part of their relationship as well. He wasn’t able to give her the things she wanted.
The night of the concert, as soon as Rarity went off to work, Spike got to work on his plan to make up for it. He bought some nice wine, and had some music from the band they were missing, and he spent hours arranging and lighting candles to make the whole apartment as romantic as possible. He was determined that when Rarity came home, she would see that he was romantic, caring, and able to provide for her experiences just as good as any concert.
After he had set up, he had plenty of time to wait for her, and it was a little agonizing. He knew she would be home late, but he was so eager to carry out his plan it made waiting for her worse than usual. Then she turned out to be even later than she said, making the minutes after her schedule return feel ten times longer. What was she doing? He wanted to call, but knew that would ruin the overall effect, so with huge amounts of restraint, he held back from dialling her number.
Finally, she came home, and even though she must have been working for hours, she seemed elated and happy. Perhaps it was because she saw the candles when she opened the door, Spike thought. He was waiting for her in the living room, at the end of a small path of candles he had set out for her.
“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 giggled, and continued to giggle while they swayed to the music in the living room. Spike thought that what he had done was a huge success.
He tried to repeat it afterwards with other gestures, big and small. She seemed to get more busy, which meant that he spent more time waiting for her. However, in the time they were together, he worked hard to try and constantly keep her feeling like she was the center of his world. He got her flowers for no reason, he would give her back rubs, which she especially liked when she came home tired, and he did other things. Rarity was really appreciative. She seemed to be the happiest she had ever been.
Another small incident happened which, much to Spike’s surprise, seemed to push Rarity’s mood into even higher levels, although he would have never guessed something like this would have made a positive impact.
Rarity had left to go to work, and Spike particularly liked something about the way she looked that day, with her tight skirt and blouse showing ample cleavage. He could barely contain himself. He was in the bedroom and jerking off soon after she left. A little while later, the bedroom door opened and Rarity entered. She must have forgotten something, because she was unexpectedly back from work.
“Oh my god,” Rarity said when she entered the room.
“Oh shit,” Spike said and he scrambled to get his pants up over his hard penis and simultaneously stand up, but because of the panic, he stumbled a bit and while he was able to get to the side of the bed and pull his pants up a little way, his penis was still exposed.
“No, wait,” Rarity said, and she walked over to sit beside him on the bed. “Stop. It’s okay.”
“I’m so embarrassed,” Spike said.
“Don’t be,” Rarity said. There was a long pause. “Do you do this a lot?” Rarity asked. Spike looked down and didn’t want to get into it. “Please don’t be embarrassed,” Rarity went on. "It’s okay, really. I actually like that you’re doing this.” Spike looked up, surprised.
“What?” He asked. “You do? Why?”
“Well,” Rarity said with a smile, “I bet it’s me you’re thinking about.” Spike blushed. He nodded as a response. “Do you do this a lot, when I’m not around? Do you do this when I’m out?” Again, Spike nodded. “I like that you want me this much. I want you to keep going,” Rarity said, and as she did, she had her hands in her lap so when she brought her shoulders forward, it caused her huge breasts to be pushed out to display them in all their glory to Spike. He took the cue and stared down into her cavernous cleavage.
“Really?” Spike asked. “Yes,” Rarity responded, swaying her body just a little so that her breasts would jiggle. Almost unconsciously, as if hypnotized, Spike began stroking his rock hard penis again. “Just don’t get your hopes up that this is going to end up with sex. I’m not ready for that yet. But, I think I’m going to enjoy this too.” Spike was spanking off furiously now, and Rarity leaned in toward him a little more, making her show of her breasts to him a little more erotic. “I want you to tell me what you’re thinking about while you do this.”
“I,” Spike said, his voice slightly stuttered because of the jerking motion of his body and because of his excitement. As he spoke, the excitement built up. “I want you so bad, it drives me crazy. I want to put my cock between your tits and cum all over your face. I want you to rub your tits in my face. You’re so fucking hot, you’re the hottest woman in the world and I want to fucking rape you and fuck you hard god I need you so bad I fucking worship you you’re my goddess god please suck my cock put your perfect lips around my shaft I need it sobadfuckIcan’tlivewithoutyouyou’reafuckinggoddessyourmygoddessyou, you, you” Spike came, little spurts of semen shooting up onto his shirt and dribbling all over his hand. Rarity leaned over and kissed him on the forehead, like a mother comforting a child.
“Oh, Spikey Wikey,” she cooed. “I’m glad you shared that with me. From now on, I want to see you spanking off more. I want you to let me know when you’re going to do it.” Spike’s head was spinning from just having cum. For once, he didn’t feel that feeling of being a loser after masturbating. Her acceptance of it meant everything. It was also the most sexual thing they had done together in a long, long time, so he was encouraged that maybe this was going to lead to more. He felt a little embarrassed sitting there with his own cum on him, but Rarity’s smile made everything okay.
Suddenly Rarity got up and left, saying she had to get back to work. Her departure was understandable, as she was probably already late, but at the same time it left Spike just sitting there with his own cum making his hand sticky and without her in the room to validate it as something they shared, he felt a little foolish again. Still, it was better than before.
Rarity came back later that night completely exhausted, and she slept in so that Spike didn’t get a chance to talk to her before he left for work. When he got home, he found Rarity washing and she was in a great mood. She was smiling, and happy, and bounded over to Spike to give him a big hug when he got in the door.
Spike was amazed. He wondered if having caught him masturbating really did have this much positive effect, because it was so strange to think about. He knew she had a thing about being desired, so it made sense that she liked to be the focus of his spanking off fantasies. Still, if he were to guess at what her reaction would be, he would more guess that she would be mildly pleased to hear it, not be so elated as to put a spring in her step.
Rarity wanted to talk about it in detail that night. She was happy to find out that Spike had been masturbating since they began their break from sex, so long ago. She wanted to know what he thought about, where and how he did it. She wished he had told her long before. Spike was a little uncomfortable talking in this much detail about masturbation, because it was simply an embarrassing topic. However, since it seemed to excite Rarity so much, he was willing to play along.
She insisted that from now on, he include her when he masturbated. At first, she just wanted him to give her a quick text message so she would know when he was doing it, which he dutifully did. She didn’t respond to his text messages, but she would tell him later that she got it and that it made her happy. She once said that it was better than getting flowers.
Rarity didn’t seem as busy as she had been before. She went out with the girls less and took less shifts. She told Spike that she hired some girls to help her with the boutique. He was surprised, as he was being surprised by many things. It meant they spent more time together. Rarity started making out with Spike more, getting him worked up, and then she would want him to masturbate to her. She didn’t want him to touch her sexually, and she didn’t touch him except for kissing and maybe brushing her breasts into his face. It wasn’t sex, but with the kissing and light caressing, it seemed like the building blocks of sex were being put in place, so Spike had hope that this really was going back toward a regular sex life.
After a couple weeks, Rarity added a new element. On the occasions when she went out, she would dress and act so sexy that she got Spike so worked up that he was spanking off as Rarity was getting ready to leave. She would make him promise, however, not to cum, to wait until she got back. She said she loved the idea of him being turned on the whole time she was away. Spike did as he was told.
Aside from the masturbation fetish that had developed between them, Rarity was always in bright spirits, and Spike was completely happy. Everything seemed to be working in their marriage, and heading in the right directions. They would be having sex soon, and the picture would be perfect. Even though weeks went by, Spike found that Rarity’s new attitude made it easy to be patient.
He loved her now more than ever, and he tried to show it as much as possible. He fawned over her, and she loved it.
Then, just when he thought it couldn't get any better, Rarity came to Spike with an announcement.
“I’m ready,” she said simply, with a wicked smile that filled out the rest of the sentence. She said it over dinner, and Spike dropped his fork.
“Really?” he said, excited. “You are? Now?”
“Yes, really,” Rarity said, obviously enjoying Spike’s puppy-like eagerness. “Not tonight, but this weekend.” Spike thought it was a little odd to schedule it. He assumed that when they first had sex again, it would be a more spontaneous thing. He thought one of the times he was masturbating in front of Rarity that she would start touching him and it would go from there. However, he wasn't about to be picky. If Rarity wanted to fuck, Spike would do it whenever, wherever, and however she wanted. “There’s more, though,” Rarity said. Spike didn't have to ask the obvious question, his eyes conveyed his rapt attention to whatever she was going to say about it. “I know what I want, and it might surprise you a bit.”
“What?” Spike asked. “Anything. Anything you want, I’ll do.” Rarity giggled a little in response.
“I want to do something a little S and M-ish,” Rarity said. “I want to tie you up.” Spike was genuinely surprised. He definitely did not expect that she would want to jump from no sex into something quite so involved. Still, he could even feel now in his groin an ache that insisted he play along.
“If that’s what you want,” Spike said. “I thought we already tried a little S and M, and you didn't like it.”
“This time will be different,” Rarity said. “I didn't do it right before. This time, I’m going to take you to a special place.”
“What?” Spike said, wondering if there was anything about this situation that wasn't going to surprise him. “We won’t do it here, in our apartment?”
“No,” Rarity said, “I want to go to this place where we can do it right. But I’m not going to tell you anything more now. I want it to be a surprise. Okay?”
“Yes!” Spike practically yelped. “I’m looking forward to it!” And he did look forward to it, thinking about nothing else for the days in between Rarity’s announcement and the day it was going to happen. He couldn't believe the day had finally arrived. He felt he had really suffered through all these months of yearning for his own wife and being denied her. He had gone through a whole lot of feelings, from feeling pathetic, to feeling like a loser, to being frustrated, and many others. In the end, though, it was worth the wait and had been the right thing to do. They had built up their perfect marriage in every way, and now that Rarity was ready to have sex again, the picture would be complete. Spike was the happiest he had ever been in his life.
They didn't talk about it, though Rarity’s attitude was very different. Her eyes had a devilish glint in them, and Spike would catch her looking at him with a wicked glint that let him know that she was anticipating it as much as he was. Spike stopped masturbating in the meantime as well, wanting to make sure that he was fully refreshed and ready to enjoy her to the fullest.
At last, the day came. Rarity was gone for most of the day, getting prepared, and then she phoned Spike from a cab she was in, out in front of their apartment. He came down, dressed simply as she had instructed. He found her in the cab wearing her grey overcoat, tightly bound up to hide her clothes underneath. He could see she was wearing some truly sexy tall black boots, though, a slight hint of the excitement to come.
They drove out to what looked like an old run down building, which surprised Spike. He had assumed it would be some kind of hotel. Inside, though, after going up some stairs, Spike was yet again surprised as they entered a room which was completely unlike the outside. It was bright, clean and completely white.
Something has gone wrong. We don't seem to have an archived copy of that chapter. Author's Note
“Curiosity is, in great and generous minds, the first passion and the last.”
Rarity's tale. Chapter 1
It was the night they had a fight, and Rarity was out walking in the rain. It was early evening, and a little cold for her because she only was on her jeans and T-shirt, which wasn’t enough protection from the weather. She had her umbrella and was thinking of walking to a coffee shop to think things over. She had been walking for about fifteen minutes by this time, and she wanted to get out of the cold, but she wasn’t ready to go home.
She was only slightly aware of the sound of a car pulling up beside her. She didn’t turn to look and see that it was a limousine. She heard the car stop, and the driver open the door to get out, but she was still surprised when she heard someone call her name.
“Lady Rarity?” a man’s voice called from behind her. She turned to look and saw a man who was just a little shorter than her. He was wearing a chauffeur’s uniform, like something out of an old black and white movie, and a cap. She didn’t recognize him at all. She looked at him cautiously, not even willing to confirm her name for him until she had more reason to know who he was. “I’m sorry to come up to you unexpectedly ma’am,” the chauffeur continued, “but I couldn’t call or email without risking our communication being discovered.”
“Who are you?” Rarity asked with heavy suspicion in her voice.
“I’m terribly sorry,” The chauffeur said, as if trying to take on an English accent to make himself sound more like a proper servant, “I do understand that you are very right to be cautious talking to a complete stranger.” The chauffeur then opened an umbrella of his own. “Will you allow me to explain the situation?” He kept a respectful distance, so Rarity thought there could be no harm in listening, so she nodded.
“A few weeks ago you went to a fetish party,” the chauffeur said, and Rarity looked surprised. “Please, do not worry that this is any kind of blackmail or anything of the sort. Your privacy will be completely respected. The fact of the matter is that my King was made aware of your presence there, and he was impressed by you. He knows that you were disappointed by that particular party, and understandably so. It is the King’s wish to invite you to join in with a party that is more on your level.”
“Your… King?” Rarity asked. The word ‘King’ seemed like it was from another era. Rarity wondered if it was just an unorthodox way to say “employer” or “boss”.
“Yes.” The man said without hesitation. He seemed to be proud to have the opportunity to exhibit his loyalty. “The King is a very powerful man. And he has certain… interests. Interests that he believes you might share.”
“Like what?” Rarity asked, holding herself tightly to protect herself from the cold. Squeezing her arms just under her enormous breasts lifted them and pushed them out, and even the very disciplined chauffeur could not help but stare for a moment and swallow dryly in his mouth before regaining his composure.
“You were looking for something at that party, were you not?” The chauffeur asked rhetorically. “A different lifestyle, was it not? A lifestyle of sexual freedom?”
“Um,” Rarity hesitated, “I don’t think so.” She was starting to imagine that this ‘King’ was just some sort of swinger, inviting her to a sex party or something.
“Sexual… power, perhaps?” The chauffeur emphasized the word ‘power’, which made Rarity’s eyes widen, just for a moment, just enough for the chauffeur to notice. “Ah, yes,” he continued, “the King will be very pleased. You’re the one he’s been looking for.”
“The one?” Rarity asked, trying to maintain her outward appearance of defensiveness, though by now it was obvious to both of them that her curiosity was overwhelming.
“The King can explain it far better than I ever could,” The chauffeur said. “Please, will you allow me to drive you to him? You will not be disappointed.”
“How do I know this isn’t some kind of trap or something?” Rarity asked. “How do I know you’re not some crazy guy that will take me somewhere to try and rape me or something?”
“If there is anything I can do to help diminish your fears, please tell me and I will,” the chauffeur said, “however, I think you can sense that this isn’t some kind of petty crime.” Rarity’s feelings were actually very far from suspecting that this was all just a con to trap her. She didn’t know a lot about cars, but she had some vague memory about the kind of silver limousine the chauffeur was driving. Maybe she read an article or saw it in a movie or something, but she was pretty sure it was one of the most expensive cars in the world, a rare model or something, in pristine condition. The chauffeur himself was too well dressed, it wasn’t a mere costume. Her gut instinct told her that there was real wealth here, far too much funds for some petty criminal. Plus, he already knew her name and some details about her. This wasn’t something random.
What Rarity was actually afraid of was that she would be disappointed. She feared that if she got in the car, she’d be driven to some bald, overweight loser who got rich doing something like making cartoons for little girls, and was now just a desperate nerd with too much money acting out his pathetic fantasies. Not that she was wanting at this moment to go off without Spike to some sexual party like they had tried to go to before. However, she was interested to know if real parties, the kind she and Spike had imagined before they saw the reality, actually existed. Maybe if she at least saw it, she could go with Spike later.
The chauffeur, sensing that this was a moment of decision, stepped to the limousine and opened the door to the back seat. The smell of luxurious leather was faint because of the rain outside, but the inside of the car presented a warm interior glow that was comforting and hard to resist. Rarity shivered, as if her body was telling her that to stay outside was the worse choice. Without another word, she stepped into the car. The chauffeur smiled and took her umbrella, and helped her in, holding one of her hands like a gentleman.
It was a thirty minute drive to the centre of town, where it was mostly business buildings but also hotels and some fancy restaurants. The car pulled into an underground parking lot, and went down a few levels until it came into a completely empty level. It was if the whole level was to park just this one car. Rarity and the chauffeur got into an elevator which had just two buttons. One for the parking garage, and one for the penthouse suite. The elevator moved silently and quickly up.
The doors opened to a huge apartment, with two story windows and a stunning view looking down on the city. The whole place seemed more like a palace, it was lit in a glowing red tone, but slightly dark, as if to give a warm and intimate privacy as well as a luxurious atmosphere. The decoration consisted mostly on crystal clear sculptures, imposing figures of mythical creatures and a surprisingly number of equines. Everything about it conveyed not only wealth, but taste.
“This way please,” the chauffeur said as he led Rarity out of the elevator and down the long hallway immediately in front. Rarity noticed as she walked that it was extremely warm inside. She was considering asking for a sweater or something, but now felt that her T-shirt and jeans were more than enough. “My King, your guest has arrived,” the chauffeur said as he stopped at an open doorway near the end of the hall. It was on the left side of the hallway, and Rarity was a few steps behind, so she couldn’t see into the room that the chauffeur was facing, or who he was talking to. Feeling both equally anxious and curious, she caught up, and turned the corner.
Inside the room Rarity saw maybe twenty or thirty people. Mostly naked, some wearing fetish wear. The majority of them women, but there were some men. All of them were good looking, fit, and young. There wasn’t a single woman who didn’t have large breasts. The men had firm muscles. Rarity was still the most beautiful woman in the room, she always was, but this time these people were at least comparable to her.
They weren’t all fucking all at once, but unlike the other party that Spike and Rarity had been at, there was much more sex actively happening here and there. People were drinking wine, and chatting, and there was a little S&M, with some people on leashes, others tied up, and one girl was being whipped with a riding crop.
Right in the centre was one man who stood out. He was sitting back on the main couch, with a young and beautiful black girl who was gently caressing his huge cock. He was looking toward the doorway and toward Rarity. He was slightly older than the rest, with just a small hint of gray in his long unkempt black hair. Instead of making him look older, though, it gave him an air of authority. He had abdominal muscles, and broad shoulders. The man was almost completely naked save for a red and white jacket, and a crown like accessory on the head. He stood up, casually motioning the black girl away, and then he walked over toward Rarity.
As he approached Rarity, his huge cock swung side to side, looking heavy and predatory. It was thick, long and veiny. The way the man walked wasn’t just as if he was comfortable walking naked and powerfully erect. He walked as if he expected respect and admiration from everyone around him.
Rarity stood back a little bit as he stepped to within a yard of her. She was a little frightened. This wasn’t at all the disappointment she feared. When she and Spike went to the fetish party a couple of weeks ago, they were looking for something like this. But what was in front of Rarity now was much higher than anything they could have expected. Now that the images had become reality, she was intimidated and didn’t know if she could handle it. She had also suddenly been thrust into this world without any preparation, and without Spike. It was all too much, and she literally considered running away.
“Don’t be frightened,” the King said in a calm, smooth and deep voice. He held out his hand and his manner was so gentle that it contradicted the fact that he was aroused. “In a way I’m sorry to bring you here during one of my parties and confront you with this so suddenly. However, my chauffeur informed me that this was an opportune time to approach you, and I did not want to miss the opportunity. Please, take my hand. No one here will make you do anything you do not want to do.” Not knowing what else to do, Rarity took his hand. The King glanced over to the chauffeur who seemed to understand an unspoken command and excused himself in a hurry.
The King led her into the room. She pulled back a bit in resistance, as it seemed he was going to pull her right into the center of the party. “Don’t worry,” the King said as if he could read her thoughts, “I wouldn’t be so crass as to push you into anything. I mean for us to go this way.” As he spoke, he nodded toward a large ottoman chair off to the side of the room, facing in toward the party, but distant enough to feel separate from it. Rarity nodded her assent and they walked toward the chair.
When the reached the chair, the King sat down, and Rarity assumed she might sit beside him. However, he guided her as she sat so that she ended up sitting on his knee like a little girl meeting Santa Claus. She felt a little embarrassed, with his erect penis pressed up against her thigh. Although she was clothed, she felt like it was her who was behaving strangely. It was as if she had stepped out of reality and into a movie. Not onto a movie set, but actually the reality of some movie where all the rules of life were different. It was the only thing that kept her from running. Her sense of reality was off balance and in her daze she made no effort to separate herself from the man or object to this invasion of her personal space.
“You must have many questions,” the King said, “and I have no intention of holding back any mysteries from you. I am a very powerful man. Not just with money, but with people. I am at the top of a group that believes there are superior and inferior people. I have people who do as I say. And I enjoy many pleasures.”
“You mean, like a cult?” Rarity asked. The King laughed off the idea.
“No, not like a cult,” the King said. “We don’t do silly ceremonies or worship ridiculous gods. Look at those people, Rarity. What do you think when you look at them?”
“They’re,” Rarity said and then paused as she looked at the mass of bodies moaning with pleasure, nearest to them was a blue haired man furiously fucking a girl with a fleur de lis tatoo, “they’re all so beautiful. Are they models?”
“Some of them,” the King said. “They are the superior people. The better people. Though they are still a level subordinate to me. Tell me Rarity, a woman as beautiful as you, don’t you feel as though there is power in the way men lust after you? The way women are jealous of you?” Rarity bit her lower lip, unsure how to respond. The way she was raised, it seemed way to egotistical to admit to such a thing. “You don’t have to answer. Some people are beautiful, some people have power, some people are born to lead over other people. The group I am with, we recognize this fact and embrace it. The people who really run the world, who hold real wealth, we do as we please. Wouldn’t you like to be a part of that group?”
“I don’t know,” Rarity said, “this is more than I was expecting.”
“What were you looking for when you went to that party the other day?” The King asked.
“My husband and I,” Rarity said, “were just looking for some way to spice up our sex life. We were just looking for something exciting.”
“And why did you not find it then?” the King asked, though clearly he knew the answer already.
“The people there were so, ” Rarity paused because she felt guilty for saying what she was thinking out loud.
“Go on, say it,” the King said.
“They were so ugly,” Rarity said. “It was sickening to think of them having sex at all, let along joining them.” Partly Rarity felt guilty, but partly she felt relieved to admit her real feelings.
“Yes,” the King said, “they were beneath you. I never go to such pathetic get-togethers, but I have some of my slaves attend them because once in a crystal moon there will be a gem among the stones. A woman, such as yourself, who is looking for more. And this time, I believe I have found something truly special.”
“What do you mean?” Rarity asked.
“You are the most beautiful woman I have met,” the King said in a matter of fact tone that made his flattery seem sincere, “and I knew from what my slave reported that you were different. And now that you’re here, I can sense it. Inside you is a power, something that needs to be let out.”
The conversation and the whole context was weird to start with, but now it was getting even weirder, and Rarity laughed a little. “Okay, I think this is going a little far…”
“You’re hesitant because you can’t believe the possibility,” the King said, completely unfazed by her laugh. “Tell me though, Rarity, wouldn’t you like to take the chance to feel real pleasure? To discover the thrill of true power?”
Rarity stopped laughing and looked down at the King ’s throbbing cock. It was much bigger than Spike’s. She wasn’t sure if it would fit inside her. In her mind was a voice saying that all of this was insane. However, there was also a wetness between her legs and a light headed feeling that compelled her to want to go forward. She wasn’t even mad at Spike at this point. The journey from the street to this man’s lap felt like a journey to another dimension. She felt removed from the world and Spike and the rest of her life was like a far away place that she couldn’t quite recall at the moment. A part of her knew that even if she didn’t do anything more, that sitting on a man’s lap with his penis exposed would be considered cheating. However, she was already lost in an upside down world where those things didn’t matter.
“You may suck my cock now,” the King said, and without pushing, he gently guided her off his knee and down so that she was kneeling in front of him. Part of her felt like laughing off his arrogance. His phrasing was so presumptuous. At the same time, as arrogant as he obviously was, he was undeniably right that she was ready to explore this moment. She had been searching for years to try and find out what it was she was lacking. She didn’t know if she would find any help in this situation, and it was all wrong how she was so suddenly plucked out of her real life and into this alternate reality that it wasn’t at all how she would have liked to arrive at this moment. However, she was here now and sometimes in life an opportunity for something you wanted comes up when you’re completely unprepared. Rarity had only moments of hesitation and doubt about this man and this place and this situation, but years of searching and wondering if something like this might be the key.
She was going to let him fuck her any way he wanted, and they both knew it. Something about his arrogance even heightened the excitement for her. He seemed so in control, so powerful.
She was hesitant at first, pressing her lips against his cock, feeling the ooze of pre-seminal fluid cover her lips. She was not in the mood for subtlety, though. She opened her mouth as wide as she could and took him in, deep into her throat. She looked up, and he smiled approvingly, as if she was satisfying his expectations. She blushed a little, again struck by his smug sense that somehow she was supposed to be giving him head. She thought of Spike for a moment, how he would be completely crushed if he had any idea of what she was doing. She knew at this moment he was probably worried about her, and might even be out in the rain searching for her. Somehow, though, the thought of Spike only made her commit to taking it further. Now that she was in this far, there was no point to stop. If it meant she and Spike would break up, then it should be for the real thing, and nothing part way.
As her head bobbed up and down enthusiastically on the King ’s cock, she felt a tingling of impatience between her legs. Somehow she wanted the King to be pleased with her cock sucking ability, but that was at odds with her growing desire to have him inside her. Eventually, she could hold back no longer and she took her mouth of his thick member and she stood up. She was only wearing a t-shirt and jeans, so her clothes easily came off. As she stood in front of her, he was taken back by the majesty of her body. It was if it was sculpted, a model of perfection. Her huge breasts stood out and seemed to float with their size so out of proportion to how they stood up and out. Even the King, who had seen much exceptional beauty, had a sharp intake of breath as he was impressed.
She did not waste any time, and she straddled on top of him, sliding down onto his huge member. Despite her fears about its size, it slid into her and filled her up in a way that she had never felt before. It pressed up inside of her, pushing against her boundaries in every direction, making her able to feel the sensation of every part of the inside of her being excited and stimulated. She moaned loudly and began to thrust her hips back and forth. The King met her movements in perfect unison.
It wasn’t long before she climaxed, and climaxed hard. She had never actually experienced an orgasm before, and this sensation rang throughout her body in such a way that she had no doubt that even though she didn’t have experience to compare to, this was not a normal feeling. It was bigger and more dramatic than what she imagined. Her back arched and her head went back involuntarily as she squealed at the top of her lungs.
She thought that the feeling would fade, but it lowered in intensity like the trough between waves, and she knew there was more coming. The feeling welled up inside and hit her again, even harder than the first time. She never imagined sex could feel even remotely like this. Spike suddenly seemed so lacking in comparison.
The King lifted her up without letting her off his cock, and he turned her back toward the ottoman and lay her down upon it. He continued to fuck her hard, causing her to climax continuously. Her orgasms only trailed off because her body became exhausted, numbed by too much pleasure.
The King took his cock out and he moved up to place them between her breasts. She instinctively squeezed them tightly around his cock, and their massive pillowy size would have completely covered most men’s penises, but the King’s cock was able to still reach out so that when he came he exploded all over her face. She opened her mouth to catch as much as she could, but the King was intent on getting as much as possible all over her face.
She sat up beside him, not sure what to do. The King snapped his finger, and a young beautiful blond girl walked from the group of people having sex nearby over to where the King and Rarity were. “Lick her clean,” the King said, and the blond girl immediately began to lick the cum off of Rarity’s face, neck and huge round tits. Rarity was startled for a moment, as she had never had another woman touch her sexually in any way, but somehow in the King ’s world, it seemed to be normal. She even kissed the blond a little, and found it to be exciting much to her surprise.
When the blond girl had licked up all the cum, the King waved her away. “It feels good, doesn’t it,” the King said, “to have slaves at your call?” Rarity watched the blond return to the orgy, and smiled. It did feel good.
“These people do whatever you say?” Rarity asked.
“Yes,” the King answered.
“Is that what you want me to be?” Rarity asked.
“You? A slave?” The King laughed. “No. In you I sense something more. I want you to feel the privilege of superiority as I do. Wouldn’t you like that?” Rarity couldn’t help but think that having servants sounded good. However, the glow of her orgasms was wearing off, and she was actually a little aware of soreness inside of her. Her passions satisfied, the part of her mind that wanted to be responsible and rational grew in strength. The world outside of this strange bubble of sin and pleasure became more real to her. She had friends and work and a life that was nothing like this strange place. She had a husband, and she was suddenly confronted with the guilt of having undeniably cheated on him. She had cheated completely and totally, without any room for interpretation.
“Um… that’s flattering,” Rarity said. “Is there somewhere I can clean up?” she said as she stood up and picked up her clothes off the floor. Her rational mind was in overdrive now. She had been caught up in a moment of fantasy, but how could this all be real? Surely no one can keep up a reality of constant sexual pleasure all the time. All this talk of slaves and power must just be some sex club dreamt up by this man and his friends, and surely they all go back to their lives the next day, just like regular people.
The King looked amused, as though he knew Rarity was having doubts but thought they were unfounded to the point of being silly. Still, he pointed down a hallway off to his left, and Rarity went down to discover a large bathroom, larger than the apartment she and Spike had. As she cleaned up and looked in the mirror, she thought about Spike. She felt very guilty and very bad for having betrayed him. As she imagined telling Spike what happened, she realized that on the one hand it would crush him so completely. He was so loyal, so trusting, that to have fucked another man would be beyond what he could handle. Also, on the other hand, she realized that what she had seen and experiences was literally unbelievable sounding. Not only would it be impossible to convey to Spike how she had been caught up in a moment because of how strange and different from reality it all felt, it would be impossible to make Spike even believe it was true. It sounded like a lie to cover up something else, and she could only imagine that Spike would be disbelieving her description of the truth and insisting on knowing what really happened, and Rarity unable to prove a story that was both false and more believable.
Rarity resolved to not tell Spike. The only parts of her story that he would believe are the parts that would hurt him to his core, and the rest would just cause him to distrust her by not believing her. She had been caught up in a moment, it was a mistake, and she had no intention of returning to this place. This “King” person might have a life built around sex, if he’s to be believed, but Rarity didn’t think sex was all that important. She had a husband she loved and who loved her. That was the most important thing. So she resolved to go back to her life with Spike and try harder to make it work with him, and use this experience to make her relationship stronger. After all, now she knew that she could orgasm, so all she needed was to do that with Spike.
Rarity came out of the bathroom and found the King still sitting leisurely on the ottoman, casually looking at the orgy in front of him. He seemed so at ease, as if he hadn’t been waiting, but merely sitting and relaxing as he might have done anyway. “I, um, had a really good time, and I want to thank you,” Rarity said, “but I think I need to go.” Her words seemed awkward for how they were the same thing you might say after having coffee with someone, not after having just had the most intense sex one had ever had with a complete stranger. However, the King seemed completely not bothered by any of it.
“I’ll have my driver take you home.” Rarity was about to protest, but the man simply raised his hand and it was clear he would insist "And by the way, my name is Sombra."
Soon, Rarity was in the car being driven home. As the car left its private parking lot and made its way through the city streets, the fantasy world of King Sombra faded further and further in Rarity’s mind. She felt guilt more than anything else, and felt tension rise in anticipation of having to lie to Spike’s face.
“Please drop me off here,” Rarity said suddenly, as they were two city blocks away from her and Spike’s apartment.
“Are you sure, ma’am?” the chauffeur asked. “It’s cold outside and I would like to see you safely to your destination.”
“I don’t want my,” Rarity stopped just before saying ‘husband’. Somehow to say it out loud to this driver made her cheating that much more concrete. “I don’t want to be seen coming out of this car,” she said.
“I understand ma’am,” the chauffeur said as he pulled the car over to the side of the road. He got out and opened the door for her, holding an umbrella over her, and when she got out, he handed her umbrella back to her. When she was on the sidewalk, the chauffeur said, “Ma’am, the King would like for me to inform you that when you want to see him again, you are to phone this number.” He held out a small red and black card for her to take.
“I won’t be needing that,” Rarity said, and was about to walk away, but the chauffeur stopped her by speaking.
“That is your choice, ma’am,” he said, “but it’s my duty to give you the card. So please take it from me.” Rarity couldn’t argue with that. This man was just doing his job, if it can be called a “job” when a person is a slave, if that’s what he was. She took the card and then quickly walked away before anything else could happen. She didn’t even look back to see if the chauffeur drove away.
When she got back into the apartment, she found Spike waiting up for her. She lost track of time and didn’t realize it was so late. Could it really have been hours? He looked so worried, as if it hadn’t even crossed his mind that there was any other reason for her to be late other than something bad might have happened to her. That she was actually being fucked harder than ever and screaming with orgasms seemed like such a cruel reality by being so completely opposite to what he might guess. She jumped into his arms the moment he saw him, and he comforted her lovingly.
She couldn’t say out loud that she could still feel the Sombra’s powerful cock inside her, an echo of the intense pleasures she had just experienced. She had no other story to replace the reality, though, so she just hoped Spike would believe that she had just thought things through. She tried to be as vague as possible, and Spike didn’t push her.
Spike leaned in to kiss her, and she kissed back, but she pulled back from letting it get too passionate. She could still taste Sombra's cock in her mouth, and not only did she worry Spike might taste it too, she felt so guilty for how she was holding on to the lingering taste as a reminder of how erotic the situation had been for her. Especially since Spike was being so understanding and trying to be supportive. The contrast between how much she had betrayed him and how much he was acting as if it was him who had done something wrong was almost too much for her.
They went to bed with Spike comforting her all night long, and she cried off and on as she tried to push out the memories of how good it felt to be fucked to powerful orgasm, again and again, by someone other than her husband.
From the next day and for a couple of weeks, Rarity sincerely tried to make sex work with Spike. Rarity had thought that having been shown what an orgasm was by King Sombra, she could now try to recreate that feeling with Spike. She tried to guide him to move like Sombra did and fuck her like she was fucked by the King. However, Spike’s wasn’t as big, or as hard, and somehow he just wasn’t as strong and aggressive. There was also the undefinable aura of control and power that Sombra had but Spike lacked. Not only was Rarity unable to recreate the feeling, the more Spike failed at it, the more she became aware of the difference between being fucked by Spike and fucked by Sombra. It became a vicious cycle where disappointment highlighted the difference and made the next time even more difficult.
Their initial enthusiasm after that night Rarity was fucked by Sombra faded, and overall there was a tension between them that hadn’t existed before. She couldn’t admit why she knew she could orgasm, and Spike couldn’t ask without sounding like he was accusing. They stopped trying, and they were both suffering uncomfortable in moments when they were intimate and were close to attempting sex.
A couple of weeks later, as much as Rarity felt guilty for even considering it, she knew she had to see Sombra again. Her body, having now experienced the pleasure of a truly satisfying orgasm, yearned for the feeling again. It would not be denied. Spike’s failure to provide it made her realize that what the King provided could only came from him.
She hadn’t thrown out the number the chauffeur had given her. She actually thought that some day she might be able to talk about it with someone, and she wanted to be able to show the paper, as it was the only evidence she had of anything that happened that night. Now, when she pulled the little paper out from the back of her panties drawer where she hid it, she wondered if maybe she was lying to herself and she had kept it because she suspected she might need it.
Spike was away at work, and would be for many hours, so she felt the safety of distance in terms of time. She called the number, and was surprised when the King answered himself.
“I’m glad you finally called,” Sombra said straight away. “Come meet me this Friday night.”
“I can’t just get away,” Rarity said, but the King interrupted her.
“You will come,” He said without the slightest indication that her objection had any impact. “You will tell your husband whatever he needs to hear. My driver will pick you up where he first met you at eight. Do not be late.” Then the phone went dead.
Rarity was frustrated with him for just making up a time for them to see each other, and she called right back to talk about meeting sometime else. However, he did not answer again. While part of her considered simply not going, she found herself spending the afternoon continually considering different lies to tell Spike so that she could get away. Eventually she settled on saying she would go out with her girl friends, girls he didn’t know. She often met people at her modeling jobs that Spike had not met, so it was believable she might know some people he wouldn’t know of.
When Spike got home from work, she told him just that, and he accepted it. The last time she lied to him about Sombra, she didn’t really make up any stories, she just didn’t mention the truth. This time, she deliberately made up a lie and told it straight to his face. She was amazed when she looked at him and realized he believed her completely without any hint of doubt. Strangely, she understood how this was a sign of how much he loved her. He trusted her so completely that she could lie right to his face and she would get away with it because he would believe anything she said. It was a strange sense of power. If she so wished (not that she did or ever would) she could almost control him, do anything she wanted, and he would trust her, no matter how much she betrayed that trust.
Friday night came, and Rarity dressed up for Sombra , but she managed to get her grey overcoat on before Spike could see what she was wearing. She slipped out and met the chauffeur at the appointed time. He was completely wordless as he held the door open for her, though he had a bit of a smile, as if he knew what was happening, maybe more than she did.
She arrived at the palatial penthouse, and this time it was just the King. He was dressed in casual attire, though Rarity knew enough about fashion to recognize the brand names and know that what he was wearing cost more than both her and Spike’s monthly income combined. She was nervous, a little hesitant. She wondered if they were going to just jump into sex similar to how they did the first night. However, Sombra was smooth and invited her to come out to the balcony to enjoy the stunning view, and have a little wine. They chatted very lightly about nothing in particular. The King was, however, completely not hesitant to touch her body as he saw fit. He put his arms around her, or ran his hands down around her perfectly firm ass, or he would caress her breasts. Whatever he felt like doing, he did, and Rarity let him, feeling both slightly violated because he assumed so much familiarity so soon, but also electrified at his touch.
They kissed, and immediately she began stroking his cock under his pants. Soon, she was on her knees, on the balcony, her head bobbing up and down on his massive cock. Clothes came off, they went inside back to the couch, and soon their fucking reached an intensity that had Rarity screaming wildly. King Sombra fucked her from behind, and when he came, she could feel it splattering all over her back.
Rarity thought that would be the end of it, but to her surprise, the King stayed hard, and after a little foreplay, they were soon fucking again. She sat on his lap, bouncing her ass up and down and rubbing her tits all over his head. They were so big that he could practically get his whole head in between them.
They fucked and not only did Rarity climax over and over, riding ever higher waves of intensity, Sombra came multiple times, and each time unloaded a garden hose spray of cum. Rarity was practically covered and the couch was a mess. Rarity got lost in time, and when she came out of the haze of constant ecstasy, she was amazed that they had been fucking for hours. She had never experienced anything even remotely similar with Spike. She didn’t even thought that kind of sex was possible.
They lay on the large spacious couch for a while, caressing each other softly.
“Can you promise me something?” Rarity asked. “I can accept now that only you can fuck me the way I need. But I still love my husband. I don’t want to end it with him just for a sexual adventure. Can you promise me that if I keep seeing you that you won’t do anything to let him know?” The King laughed a little.
“If that’s what you want,” Sombra said, “then I will let you continue to see your husband.” Rarity was about to argue with him over phrasing it like that. How dare he say “let”, as if it were all his choice. He was so arrogant it was frustrating. However, at this point, she didn’t want to argue because potentially he could expose their affair to Spike, and she didn’t want that. “You’re going to come to me so that I can show you real sexual power and pleasure.” Rarity smiled and snuggled a little closer to the King . She knew that unlike her and Spike’s attempts to find more sexual adventure, the King could really deliver. However, she was also a little concerned.
“I can’t just get away any time, though,” Rarity said.
“You will come when I want you,” Sombra said confidently, “because you know what it is you will feel. You will just have to figure out for yourself how to conceal it from your husband.” Rarity hated the way he spoke as if he were the king of everything. Yet she knew he was right. Now that she had accepted that she was going to have this affair, she figured the only thing to do was experience it fully. If she was going to risk her marriage, then what would be the point of risking it for only a part of the possible experience?
Rarity smiled. She felt that she might be able to arrange something truly perfect. If she could have King Sombra satisfying her sexually, and Spike being the perfect husband, then she would have it all. She would have the sex life that she believed she deserved for her self. It was unfair to Spike, but she thought that the affair with the King was most likely going to be temporary. After all, it was just sex and she loved Spike. In time, hopefully she could figure out how to take what worked with Sombra and make that a part of her life with Spike. In the long run, it would be better for her marriage.
All it took was convincing Spike to go along with the lie. She knew she could add more fake shifts at work, modelling gigs, and more “girl’s nights out” in order to explain her time away from Spike. The trickier part was that she just couldn’t seriously consider having sex with Spike now that she had her King to satisfy her so completely. Sex with Spike would be undeniably pathetic in comparison, and it would be best to avoid that comparison. To have sex with Spike would cause resentment between the two and right now Rarity wanted to concentrate on all the wonderful things that worked with her husband. Convincing Spike to take a break from sex would be a true test of his devotion to her.
Rarity came home with her legs feeling weak from the waves of intense orgasm she had endured. It was almost painful letting out so many intense climaxes. It was as if her body had stored up years of sexual tension that was being released by the King’s cock. There was an echo of the sold-as-steel rod inside her, and of course the taste of his cum in her mouth. She held onto it, the way one savors the taste of dessert, as she came home.
As if a weight had been lifted off her shoulders, she came home bright and cheery, and Spike could tell immediately that her mood was very different from the last few weeks. She even looked more attractive, with her glowing smile, and her manner, which Spike couldn’t have known was the afterglow of having been fucked by another man. He pressed up against her, and they kissed, but they both felt that awkwardness of knowing that if they kept going, the sex would probably be unsatisfying and frustrating. This time, though, there was a difference. Rarity wasn’t bothered, and she was so at ease with just not expecting or forcing any sex that Spike was also put at ease.
He wanted to talk about it, but she was so exhausted from having been fucking for hours that she collapsed into bed immediately.
“So what changed?” Spike asked over breakfast the next morning,
“I talked some things over with my friends yesterday,” Rarity said, continuing a lie that she had thought out in advance, “And they helped me see things in a new light. You know I’m so grateful for how well we communicate, but I think it really helped to get some outside input.” She had to hold back from giggling at the unintended pun of “input”. The word reminded her of Sombra ’s cock thrusting in and out of her like a piston. She shifted her legs as the memory gave her a twinge of excitement.
“What did you decide?” Spike asked. Rarity was concerned how to react, as she knew this was a deciding moment. She had made up her mind last night that the perfect plan was that she would have her sexual needs met by the King, and continue her perfect marriage in every other way with Spike. It was an egoistic use of both men, and was particularly unfair for Spike not only because she would be lying to him and betraying him constantly, but also that he would not be having any sex.
Her perfect life would only work though, if Spike agreed to what she was about to suggest.
“Remember we talked about taking a break? A break from sex?” Rarity asked. She continued, “Well, I think that’s a good idea now. I want to just focus on all the parts of the marriage that work, and take the pressure off the bedroom for now.”
“Okay, fine,” Spike said, though Rarity could tell that he was bothered. She looked into his eyes and could see them looking down at her tits. She knew how she turned him on, and she knew it would be hard on him to look at her but not touch her. It was so unfair, but since there was no way she could admit to how she was betraying him, it was the only way. “Why do you now think that’s a good idea?” Spike said.
“Girls talk about things,” Rarity said with a giggle. She knew that good lies don’t get too detailed. “I can’t let you in on all our secrets. Are you really willing to go along with it, though?”
Spike looked obviously concerned, but he nodded. “You know I’ll do anything for you. Take as long as you want. We’ll get back to it when the time is right,” Spike said. Rarity was thrilled and she jumped up so that she could bend over to kiss Spike on the forehead. As she did so, she saw how Spike stared at her tits while they jiggled and wobbled with her every movement. At that moment she realized that it wasn’t going to just be difficult for Spike to abstain from sex for her, but that it would be torture. A constant tease. She felt guilty about that, though at the same time, much like she realized that his absolute trust in her gave her power, so did this. And she liked the feeling of superiority.
As they snuggled in bed that night, Rarity felt that she had found the perfect balance. She had a loving husband who adored her and could fulfill that part of her that wanted loving companionship. It was a textbook perfect marriage, in terms of how they got along. At the same time, she could be fully sexually satisfied by King Sombra. She could leave the domestic world of her husband and escape to a rich and fulfilling fantasy life that her husband couldn’t provide. She would be fucked regularly. Rarity recognized that was so totally unfair to Spike that he got no sex while she would be having regular and incredible sex, but Rarity vowed that later she would figure out how to solve that problem. After all, Spike wasn’t going to be satisfied in a marriage without sex forever. For the time being, though, Rarity figured she would enjoy her perfect situation, and hope that some kind of alternative would occur to her before Spike became too frustrated.
Something has gone wrong. We don't seem to have an archived copy of that chapter. Author's Note
“True beauty is something that attacks, overpowers, robs, and finally destroys.”
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.
From this point on, Rarity opened the door to more of a relationship with Sombra. He took her out to art galleries, which Rarity very rarely could assist before and always as an outsider, but it was quite different when she was attending the opening galas where all the right people were and the expensive wine flowed. King Sombra took her to exotic restaurants, to live shows of all kind that fascinated her, and to parties among powerful and interesting people. She didn’t worry about bumping into anyone she knew, because it was like a whole new world, and neither Spike or any of their friends could afford to be in any of the places her King took her.
Now it was more like a second relationship, where Rarity and Sombra would go out to do interesting things talking about their passions, their dreams and their lives. And always after long heart to heart talks, then they would go back to his palace and fuck for ages. Sometimes they would fuck at other places too, and they still attended the threesomes and sex parties that they used to before. It was a new kind of relationship for Rarity, where the sex was not only incredible, but always present in everything they did. He would touch her any way he liked even when they were out, and she would covertly stroke his cock, underneath tables or wherever she could get away with it. Sometimes it was simply a matter of the way she stood in front of him but would back into him to press her perfect ass into him.
It was a little harder to balance the time between her world with Spike, which she still somewhat liked for its relaxed, simple qualities, and the new relationship with Sombra because her dates with him now varied more in when they happened. However, she managed to keep it straight. She also left her job attending the boutique, as she now felt it was beneath her, and she only took designing jobs for very exclusive and wealthy clients. She didn’t tell Spike about cutting back on her work, though, so she was able to keep going out on the pretense of working when she wasn’t.
Since she was working so much less, one a few occasions she even used the excuse of saying she was going to work even when she wasn’t going to see Sombra. Now she knew a few places to go, exclusive small cafes and bars, where she was known and treated with the deference of a Queen. She would sometimes go to these places just to enjoy herself, and get away from Spike.
One evening, she left to go out to just sit at an upscale bar and enjoy men hitting on her and turning them down. In the past, she turned men down by declaring her love for her husband. Now she enjoyed stringing men along and then leaving them disappointed. She liked to think of cruel ways to dismiss them. On this one night, she told Spike, who was staying at home, that she was going to a short shift at the boutique. However, she got half way to the bar, and realized she didn’t have her cell phone. She didn’t like to be without it in case Sombra called, so she decided to head back to the apartment. She figured she would tell Spike some lie about needing some information from her contact list in her phone for work or something. It had become second nature and so very easy lying to Spike.
When she got home, she entered the apartment without saying anything, and, without really thinking about it, she happened to not make much noise. She went into the bedroom where she thought her phone might be, and when she opened the door to the darkened room, she gasped. She saw Spike on the bed with his pants down around his knees, and he was masturbating. Or at least, he was until the moment she stepped in the room.
“Oh my god,” Rarity said, not sure if she was amused or what.
“Oh shit,” Spike said and he scrambled to get his pants up over his hard penis and simultaneously stand up, but because of the panic, he stumbled a bit and while he was able to get to the side of the bed and pull his pants up a little way, his penis was still exposed.
“No, wait,” Rarity said, and she walked over to sit beside him on the bed. “Stop. It’s okay.”
“I’m so embarrassed,” Spike said.
“Don’t be,” Rarity said. There was a long pause. “Do you do this a lot?” Rarity asked. Spike looked down and apparently didn’t want to get into it. “Please don’t be embarrassed,” Rarity went on. It’s okay, really. I actually like that you’re doing this.” Spike looked up, surprised.
“What?” He asked. “You do? Why?”
“Well,” Rarity said with a smile, “I bet it’s me you’re thinking about.” Spike blushed. She knew that he would never think about anyone else. He nodded as a response. “Do you do this a lot, when I’m not around? Do you do this when I’m out?” Again, Spike nodded. “I like that you want me this much. I want you to keep going,” Rarity said, and as she did, she had her hands in her lap so when she brought her shoulders forward, it caused her huge breasts to be pushed out to display them in all their glory to Spike. He took the cue and stared down into her cavernous cleavage.
“Really?” Spike asked.
“Yes,” Rarity responded, swaying her body just a little so that her breasts would jiggle. Almost unconsciously, as if hypnotized, Spike began stroking his rock hard penis again. “Just don’t get your hopes up that this is going to end up with sex. I’m not ready for that yet. But, I think I’m going to enjoy this too.” Spike was spanking off furiously now, and Rarity leaned in toward him a little more, making her show of her breasts to him a little more erotic. “I want you to tell me what you’re thinking about while you do this.”
“I,” Spike said, his voice slightly stuttered because of the jerking motion of his body and perhaps because of his excitement too, “I want you so bad, it drives me crazy. I want to put my cock between your tits and cum all over your face. I want you to rub your tits in my face. You’re so fucking hot, you’re the hottest woman in the world and I want to fucking rape you and fuck you hard god I need you so bad I fucking worship you you’re my goddess god please suck my cock put your perfect lips around my shaft I need it sobadfuckIcan’tlivewithoutyouyou’reafuckinggoddessyourmygoddessyou, you, you” Spike came, little spurts of semen shooting up onto his shirt and dribbling all over his hand. Rarity leaned over and kissed him on the forehead, like a mother comforting a child.
“Oh, Spikey Wikey,” she cooed. “I’m glad you shared that with me. From now on, I want to see you spanking off more. I want you to let me know when you’re going to do it.” Spike’s eyes were filled with love and happiness, seemingly completely elated that Rarity was sharing this moment with him.
Rarity jumped up because she suddenly found she was so turned on she just had to see her King. She made a quick excuse about having to get back to work and rushed out the door. She phoned Sombra and he sent his limousine out for her immediately.
When she got to his palace, she found him in his living room, with a naked woman with blue hair and huge tits hanging from a rope in the ceiling, and two other slaves waiting in attendance to the King. He had a riding crop and was whipping the woman hanging from the ceiling. This wasn’t entirely unusual for him though, so Rarity didn’t really think about it as she rushed in and began kissing her man passionately and stroking his cock under his casual red pants. If she had thought about it, she might have recognized the suspended girl as his slave Crystal, who was probably being punished for some kind of mistake.
“This is unusual,” Sombra said, “for you to be so spontaneous.” Rarity had started to undress, and was helping her King to undress too.
“I found my husband masturbating,” Rarity said without any subtlety, pulling out her King’s cock, “I made him spank off until he came. I don’t know why, but it just drove me crazy and I needed to come to you.” Rarity got down on her knees and began kissing and licking Sombra's member.
“Ah,” Sombra said, as if he knew exactly what was going on. “I think you do know what is going on, Rarity. I think it’s finally time for you to stop holding back and embrace who you really are.” Rarity looked up at King Sombra. His massive rod was stretching out her mouth, but her eyes showed confusion. She had been fucking this man for months now, letting him fuck her any way he wanted. She wondered how it was that she hadn’t already let out her wild side. “Come Rarity, stand up,” Sombra said, lifting Rarity to her feet. She was reluctant to let his cock out of her mouth, but she always obeyed her King. He turned her around so that she was facing the woman who was tied up. He placed the riding crop into her hand. “You can hurt this woman as much as you want. You are her superior. How does that make you feel?”
“I,” Rarity said, and she looked down at the riding crop contemplating it, “I like it, a little. I like having power over her. But,” Rarity said and she lowered the riding crop. “But what?” King Sombra asked. “But, she might not want to be whipped, but she wants to be dominated. In a way, she wants this, and so she doesn’t suffer as much. If it’s not real pain, then it’s not real power.”
“Ah,” Sombra said again, and he turned Rarity back around to face him. He took the riding crop from her hand and without looking behind him, passed it back to one of his slaves who dutifully took it from him. “There is no pain greater, no pain more true, no pain more real than the pain of one’s heart breaking. To tie someone up and whip them is easy. To make someone truly love you and then take that away from them, that takes real power.”
Rarity looked up at him with a puzzled look. Then it hit her like a freight train. She always knew she loved being desired. She loved rejecting men. She loved having power over the slaves and people in her King’s world. None of that, though, compared to how it felt to think about how her husband would be crushed by finding out how she had been betraying him for all this time. Knowing that he was at home pathetically spanking off while she was out having the best sex. That she was doing everything her husband would want but with another man. His heart would be shattered. And it would be because of her, because she decided it for him. It was the ultimate expression of one’s love for another, the moment when they say “I can’t live without you,” and to see that they mean it by watching their life crumble.
In this moment Rarity realized that what she had been searching for all this time, the feeling that she needed to make her climax, had been with her all along. She wanted to hurt people. She wanted to be evil, wicked and cruel. She wanted to be above morality and stupid rules for lesser people. She wanted to give in to her most sadistic desires and not feel the slightest bit guilty. King Sombra had shown her that this was possible.
And all this time, she was unknowingly constructing the perfect victim for her sadism, her own husband. He loved her so much, he was so devoted, that breaking his heart would be the most delicious act of cruelty to inaugurate the new Rarity.
If Rarity was excited when she came in the room, she was uncontrollable now. She practically attacked Sombra, pressing herself against him and kissing him passionately. She knocked him back onto a couch where they began fucking immediately. Rarity had thought she had already freed herself of all inhibitions so that she could climax as hard as possible, but here she found that she had not yet fully reached the heights of ecstasy. She came quickly, and came so hard she cried. They kept going, with Rarity riding a wave of orgasm that transcended all perception of reality. She was in another world. She screamed with abandon.
An hour later they collapsed together. Rarity was covered in the King ’s cum, and they were both exhausted. Everything felt different now. Rarity knew who she was.
“What do I do now?” Rarity asked.
“There are two ways to finish this,” her King said, at ease with the topic as if he were merely describing how to bake a cake, “one is to enjoy the lies and betrayal, to know what he doesn’t and enjoy getting away with it. The other is to expose it to him and watch his heart break.”
“I want both,” Rarity said without hesitation. She was not only not the slightest bit in doubt or guilty anymore, she was enthusiastic about it.
“Then we shall do things a little bit different from now on,” Sombra said. “The first step is that for the next little while, for as long as you want to enjoy it, when you are with your husband, you are going to be the perfect wife, so that he will love you all the more.”
“Even though I’m betraying him completely,” Rarity said, just because she liked hearing it out loud. She snuggled up a little tighter to the man she loved.
“King Sombra?” The suspended slave said, with an obvious ache in her voice indicating that having been tied up and neglected for so long her arms were hurting. Sombra and Rarity turned to look at her and the two slaves who they had completely forgotten about, even though they had been just a few yards away the whole time they were fucking. Then they looked at each other. The moment was another reminder of the power they had, to be so completely at ease with not having consideration for other people that they could just forget about a woman who was tied up, it seemed like a kind of completion of the realization Rarity had just had about her status in this world. They both laughed, and continued to take their time at their leisure.
The next day, after Spike went to work, the King came over to Spike and Rarity’s apartment for the first time. He looked out of place in his expensive suit in their average apartment, but his clothes didn’t stay on long. They were in Spike and Rarity’s bed, fucking, within minutes of his arrival.
“Tell me, Rarity, say it out loud,” King Sombra said, “how does it feel to be fucking another man in your husband’s bed?”
“Oh goooood!” Rarity moaned. “I love it! I can’t imagine how much it would hurt him if he walked in right now!” Rarity and Sombra laughed. They talked constantly about how pathetic it was that he was masturbating to his own wife, while she was fucking someone else. She mocked him for being too stupid to see how obvious it was that she was cheating on him. They laughed at him, and she loved every minute of it.
That night, she talked with Spike and convinced him to do things that she couldn’t believe he agreed to. He agreed to send her text messages letting her know when he was jerking off. She couldn’t believe a man would be so pathetic as to do such a thing, but she loved how she had so much power over him that she could get him to do it.
Rarity loved the excitement of risking being caught. Sombra came over regularly to fuck when Spike was out, and just leave before he came home. It was a regular part of their discussion to belittle and mock Spike as they fucked as well.
Sometimes, Spike would send text messages telling Rarity that he was jerking off thinking about her, she would show them to her lover and they would laugh while he fucked her all the harder for it. The contrast between Spike pathetically jerking off to her while she was having fantastic sex with another man was like a drug to Rarity. It made her climax all the more.
Later she introduced the idea of having him start masturbating before she went out, so that she would know he was tense with sexual frustration the whole time she was fucking her real man. King Sombra couldn’t believe a man would be so pussy whipped as to wait for his own wife in that state, and his mockery of Spike made Rarity happy and laugh.
They went on like this for weeks, and not only was Rarity enjoying her evil betrayal more and more, Spike, the pathetic chump, seemed to be happier and happier too. Rarity could see his heart swelling with more and more love for her.
As much as Rarity was enjoying being evil in this way, she knew that eventually, the real thrill would be in revealing to Spike what was happening. Sometimes she couldn’t believe that someone could be so cruel, and that that someone was her. It felt so good, though, to look at herself from an outside perspective and see what a wicked, nightmarish Rarity she had become.
Finally, she could wait no longer. The moment had arrived. She made arrangements with Sombra, and prepared the moment when she would completely crush Spike and savor every moment of it.
“I’m ready,” she said to Spike over dinner one night. Spike thought she meant she was ready to have sex with him. He would soon find out how wrong he was, and how wrong he had been all this time.
Something has gone wrong. We don't seem to have an archived copy of that chapter. Author's Note
“Vengeance is sweet. Vengeance taken when the vengee isn't sure who the venger is, is sweeter still.”
Destiny
The noise of the bolts breaking made Rarity and the King stop to watch. At this point they had become lost in their own ecstasy, so it was like they had been reminded Spike was there. They both turned, pausing in mid motion, with the King’s hard member between her huge tits, and Rarity squeezing them together to smother his cock lovingly. Although they paused, Rarity didn’t look worried, she merely had a curious expression on her face.
The King on the other hand, perhaps felt something dangerous from Spike intent, because he completely ceased his actions and stood up. He told to a whinning Rarity “Dear Queen, I want you to leave this place. Take the limousine outside and tell the chauffeur to come back in 30 minutes. I need to talk with this interesting creature”
Rarity face was one of surprise and exasperation “Come on, he can’t do anything. He loves me, he would never hurt me. Don’t worry and let’s keep going, there is still a couple of positions I want to show to him” she winked naughtily at both men.
“Even though, a corralled snake can be dangerous, and worse, unpredictable, leave Rarity. Remember that you are carrying our child in your womb” the couple snuggled, and Rarity must have noticed something in the voice of her lover because she started to dress.
The knowledge that his wife was pregnant; carrying in her body the child of another man was the last straw for Spike. With a loud pop that sounded almost like a gun shot, a bolt holding a back leg of the chair came out of the floor board, and the chair lurched forward. The second brace on the other back leg broke immediately afterward. Spike hoped that once the chair was free of the floor he could break the chair apart. He twisted and grunted with another effort, taxing his strength, and with that, one of the front leg braces twisted free.
By that moment Rarity had left the place already. Spike couldn’t care less, he could deal with her later, but for now all his attention was on the other man in the room. The King had already dressed himself to a bare minimum and was looking directly at him.
Then for some reason the man started a very slow clap “Most impressive Spike. Nothing short of I would expect after hearing your…previous exploits. To see that you are still fighting with all your might and strength, even in the face of your greatest fear, it is remarkably admirable.” his tone was serious, but the mockery in his voice was evident.
“Unfortunately, your effort is completely useless.” he chuckled.
No sooner had the King said those words, Spike fell forward, his face smacking into the ground. His nose began to bleed, and he let out a howl of pain, and anger at his efforts not being enough. He tried to shift and push with his whole body so that he could wrench free from the last brace that held the last chair leg against the ground. However, even though the metal brace was twisted and folded, it held firm. Also, now that he was on the ground, he lost all leverage against it, and so all his effort amounted to nothing more than squirming. The most he could do was turn his head to the side so that he wasn’t lying face down.
The King just looked at Spike, a smug confident grin plastered on is face. After what was an agonizingly humiliating long time, he stepped over to Spike. With a single kick he raised Spike from the floor and left him in the starting position, the bented metallic chair barely holding his weight. Spike ceased to struggle, he couldn’t explain why, but it was as if all his strength had abandoned him for some reason.
Taking a knife from his pocket, the King quickly undid the single strap that maintained the gag over Spike mouth. Spike was relieved when he finally was ablemove his lips with freedom after what seemed to him like an eternity. Not forgetting for a single second his situation though, he tried to spit on the King’s face, yet he was unable to gather enough strength or fluids to do so.
The King took a few steps back, clearly amused by the attempts of the captive man “How uncouth of you Spike, Rarity would be ashamed of your manners. Here I am, wishing to have a nice conversation between gentlemen, and you don’t seem interested in a civilized discussion. Perhaps you would prefer to have the gag back on.”
“WHO ARE YOU BASTARD!? WAT YOU DID TO RARITY!? WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS YOU FUCKING MANIAC!? WHY ME!? WHY US!?” The questions spluttered from Spike mouth, in a desperate shout. He was tired, his mouth was dry and he barely could gather enough air to speak. Sitting where he was in such an uncomfortable position, he tried to breath as much as he could, in order to gather enough strength to continue shouting at the man in front of him.
“Yes, I would suppose you would want to know that. I can’t tell you everything of course; you would never be able to comprehend. But it can be entertaining to see you try. First of all, allow me the introduce myself, my name is Sombra.”
With a prideful emotion in his snarling voice, the man continued “I started using the title of King not too long ago. Three years ago I met a very special individual, an individual that made me realize my destiny, and my calling. I learned that destruction was my talent, and darkness was my…mark. It is because of him that I am the man you see right now in front of you, and because of him that you are here in this room hearing this.”
Spike was confused. He had no idea what this man was talking about. He decided to wait to hear where his point was leading, accumulating his strength. His past attempt with the chair had not been completely in vain, he could sense that the strong movement had reduced the tension in most of his binds. Sombra still had the pocket knife on his hand, if Spike could surprise him and tackle him, perhaps he would had a chance. He just needed some time.
King Sombra interrupted the storm of ideas Spike had in his head “Now Spike, tell me, why do you love Rarity?”
The question was so weird, so unexpected, that for a fraction of second Spike forgot that he was sitting naked in a metal chair in front of a man who had just fucked his wife repeatedly in front of him.
“WHAT!?” Spike answered, almost by instinct.
“Is it is because she is gorgeous? Is it because she is intelligent? Is it because the two of you share the same interests?” Sombra seemed genuinely interested on the topic. “Or perhaps, there is some other reason?”
Hating himself for indulging his captor curiosity, but conscious that he needed to gain time right now, Spike answered “She is the love of my life. What other reason do I need, you fucking bastard!” insulting him was one single thing he could do right now to unleash some of his rage.
“The love of your life.” Sombra repeated “And who decided that, exactly? Did that decision really came from within you, considering all of Rarity virtues and vices? Or perhaps you were forced to love her, perhaps you are forced to love even now after she betrayed you and pulverized your heart?”
“What are you talking about?” for the second time, Spike found himself unconsciously forgetting about his surroundings. “Forced by who?”
“By who? Yes, that is exactly the question that you should ask yourself. What if I told you, that you were branded with an invisible mark, a mark that is forcing you to take all the decisions in your life. Perhaps your destiny enjoys mocking you and sets you in this silly infatuation with a female completely outside your level. Perhaps fate, cruel and mischievous as it is, decided that your whole role in life should be to love this specific individual, not just in this lifetime, but also in all your past and future lives. Always forced to love the same person, most of the time without any chance of winning her genuine affection.” There was something wicked in the way Sombra was talking about the subject, as if he was enjoying a joke only he was aware of.
“Don’t you think that’s cruel? For destiny to force you to repeat the same story a thousand of times, to force you to love the same woman, always cursed to see her running to other men’s arms?” Spike thought there was some sympathy on the voice of his captor, but quickly brushed the notion as his mere imagination.
“Rarity loves me. You must have drugged her, or hypnotized her, or are blackmailing her, I don’t know! But I’m sure she loves me.” Spike voice was weak because of his condition, but he was speaking with the heart.
“That’s cute.” The King smiled towards him, but made no attempt to refute his words. “Now tell me Spike, do you know anything about termites?”
Even if Spike knew anything about those insects, he most likely would had the same reaction of astonishment. What termites had to do with anything? Was this whole nonsensical dialogue some kind of twisted torture that King Sombra was trying to set upon him?
Sombra chuckled “I imagine your thoughts are rather bewildered right now. Perfectly understandable. After all, the person who stole you wife, and has you at his mercy is lecturing you about something that you couldn’t care less about. I suspect it hardly seems fair.”
Spike was too confused and too tired to answer back. He snapped out of his momentary surprise and decided to concentrate in his plans to escape, allowing Sombra to speak without interruptions.
“Have you ever seen a termite mound? They are splendid structures. Some might even call them works of art. Termites are natural architects, and their mounds are both structurally sound and make excellent use of space.”
“So, are they following some sort of plan as they build? Are there termite blueprints, detailing which room goes where?”
King Sombra didn't wait to receive an answer to that question, and he would not receive any, since Spike was barely paying attention to his words.
Sombra answered his question himself. “No. Of course not.”
“Each termite is simply an oblivious cog in a tremendous machine, programmed by millions of years of evolution. The individual termite just repeats the same actions day after day, the same motions millions of equally oblivious termites will do before, after and in parallel to it. It is doubtful an individual termite has any idea what its contributions meant in the overall picture.”
“But a human does.”
“We can appreciate the elegant forms of their alien cathedrals. We can see the simple beauty of their perfect functionality. We can understand the perfect planning of their structure.”
“In other words, only by being in a higher plane of existence and seeing the entire creation as a whole, we can understand the beauty of what an individual termite builds, and the connections it has with everything around it.”
“Now consider ourselves. Why are we alive? Why do we hate and why do we love? Why do we create?”
Again, Sombra didn’t seemed intent on receiving an answer from Spike to the rethoric questions, even though much to his confusion, the restrained man was somewhat paying attention to his words by now.
King Sombra continued his monologue. “We are oblivious cogs in a tremendous machine programmed by destiny. Humans trudge through their lives with no greater understanding of their ultimate goal. We may be playing in the hands of some force so outside of our sphere of comprehension, that we can’t even perceive it.”
“And yet, if somehow, we could be able to see the whole picture, if we could became aware of everything and all, the vastness of that knowledge would be enough to give us power far beyond our peers” Sombra concluded, with a spark of life in his eyes.
Spike was now seriously wondering about the sanity of this man. All what he had said sounded as nothing more than the incoherent words of someone out of touch with reality. And yet Spike was in no hurry to say anything. During Sombra's whole monologue he had been working on softening the hold of his ties, by now his right hand was virtually free. And by his calculations he was just a couple of minutes far from being able to jump from the chair and attack him.
“Oh, but hear me, here rambling about termites. You’ll have to excuse me. Now, let’s talk about a topic that I am sure you will appreciate far more: dragons, the king of monsters” Sombra who during the whole lecture about termites had barely paid attention to Spike, looked up to his eyes when he said “What do you know about dragons, Spike?”
It was not rhetoric, and Sombra was looking directly to him. Decided to play along, he went with it “They are big, strong, they breath fire and hoard treasures. Who cares about this shit, they are not real!”
Sombra smiled, seemingly pleased with the answer “They are not real you say? How can you be so sure. You just described elements of their appearance, their abilities and their activities. Most likely you have seen a drawing of a dragon at least once, or read about them”
Spike was really losing his patience with this man, he was clearly crazy, “ARE YOU MAD!? Dragons are not real, they are just myth, folklore...”
Sombra turned his back toward him “And what is it real? What you imagine, what you dream, what you think, is it less real than what I imagine, what I dream and what I think? You know far more about your thoughts than you know about me, perhaps your imagination is real and I’m not. Perhaps dragons are real and we…”
What they were Spike wouldn’t hear, because in that moment he had jumped from the weak metal chair, and charged against Sombra in a frenetic movement. With the so called King pined to the floor, Spike could use his now free hand to snatch the pocket knife. Finally, the bastard was at his mercy.
But for some reason, Sombra seemed calm, almost bored by Spike attempt. “As expected from the legendary Spike. Please, by all means, strike me at the heart; I know you want to kill me. After all, I stole your wife, I fucked her repeatedly and right now she is carrying my spawn in her womb. Every man in your situation would kill me without a second thought.”
“That’s right, you fucking son of a bitch, I’m going to kill you! Any last words?” Spike could almost smile, the fucking bastard was just about to die.
“Mhh…not quite. I have a question for you tough. What are you waiting for?”
“WHAT!?” Spike couldn’t believe the nerve of this man. Sombra was completely at his mercy, and still seemed intent on mocking him.
Sombra smile was smug and condescending “Let me help you with that. You can’t. You want to kill me, you want to destroy me, and believe me, and in normal circumstances you would be more than able. But alas, currently you cannot.”
Spike was not hearing. Right now all his thoughts were on the knife on his hand, and wondering why he couldn’t use to end the life of the perverse man below him. His hand refused to obey his commands, instead, it started to lose strength steadily, until he was not even able to hold the weapon between his fingers.
King Sombra seemingly had enough of the whole charade. In a single move he removed a very weak Spike from him and stood up. Clearing his clothes from dust, he looked down at the fallen man. “You see? It is impossible.”
Seeing how his opportunity escaped from his grasp and how he was unable to explain why it happened, it was too much for Spike. He started to cry again, facing down, one of his fists punching the floor in raging impotency.
“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME!? WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS!? WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!? WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU!?” Over his sobbing, Spike was able to raise his head and look directly at the eyes of his captor.
"Why you? Yes, that is a good question. This universe is a yawning chasm, filled with emptiness and the puerile meanderings of sentience. After all, why should you deserve special consideration within it, Spike?" he let out a confident snarl while keeping the eye contact. “As for what I am, you can say I’m a man, with knowledge so vast, that puts me in a higher plane of existence than any other miserable life form in this world.”
"Your wife is a gorgeous woman, that by itself would be reason enough for me to made her my Queen" Sombra licked his lips in a menacing way “But that was not the only reason I went for her. You see, I had to go for her. She and I, you and I…we are connected by the invisibles strings of fate."
Spike red crying eyes widened at that. He had no idea what this man was talking about.
“My power, my knowledge, it was invested to me by a very special somepony. It was because of him that I acquired my mission, a mission that involved vengeance against you.” Sombra let out a cruel, evil laugh “You got yourself a very dangerous and vengeful enemy back in another one of your lives, Spike!”
Spike couldn’t believe his ears, it seemed all too surreal “You are telling me you are just following orders!? Who is it, who can hold such a grudge against me!?”
“For you to understand why I went for you and your wife Spike, you will need to hear a story. Perhaps then you will catch a glimpse of the whole termite mound you and your previous, future and parallel existences are fated to mindlessly create. Perhaps then you will start to realize what is real, and what is not. Perhaps then you will believe that you are nothing but a puppet of destiny.”
“You need to hear the story of King Sombra. The glorious unicorn tyrant of the Crystal Empire. Only then you will understand why are you here right now…you stupid Dragon.”
Author's Note
“It hurts to breathe. It hurts to live. I hate her, yet I do not think I can exist without her.”
The King's Tale
This is but one of the legends of which the ponies speak…
Once upon a time, there was a land, not entirely unlike this one, called Equestria. There, the dominant species were not humans, but actually equines, ponies if you would like. And among them, a kind was clearly superior, the unicorn race. They had magical abilities far above their peers, and were able to bend minds, control matter and produce energy at will.
In the north of Equestria existed a kingdom where a crystal power lay hidden. It was a prosperous magical land, blessed with beautiful ponies, tall mountains, and peace.
But one day, a unicorn whose heart was black as night conquered the crystal kingdom. He found the crystal power and took it for himself. Combining his magic with the crystal at his command, he spread darkness across the lands. He was called King Sombra.
He was finally overthrown by a combined attack of the other leaders of Equestria. Turned into a mere shadow of his former self, he was banished to the frozen ice caps. As a desperate countermeasure, King Sombra was able to put a curse upon the entire crystal kingdom he had conquered, a curse that caused it to vanish for a thousand years.
Or so, history goes.
The truth about really happened is a matter that only the King knew. The other leaders of Equestria thought of him as nothing more than a savage beast, barely able to speak, a homeless vagrant found by in the crystal land at the north. They said that Sombra was just a miserable opportunist who climbed ranks until he was able to take the empire throne by force. The attempts of the other leaders was to discredit Sombra, and make his defeat seem fair to everypony.
In true, Sombra’s blood was royal, the most royal in the entire land. He was the only heir of Queen Platinum, matriarch and sole leader of the unicorn race at the time of her death. The Queen fought against the sun and moon sisters for years, winged magical ponies that tried to unify the whole of Equestria under their watch.
By the time King Sombra inherited the throne, his empire was reduced to nothing more than a single city. And yet, Sombra received another blow not far after the death of his mother. This new blow came in the form of a prophecy, a prophecy that marked his whole existence.
The prophecy condemned him to be destroyed, not by a pony, but by a dragon. But there was a way to avoid that fate. The prophecy spoke about a mare, a mare that if mated with him, would make his rule last a thousand years.
“She will hold the perfection of the crystals in her body. Her heart and mind will be pure and perfect, and the moment the two of you meet each other to the eyes, her soul will resonate with yours, revealing to her that she was born to be your mate. Only when the mare and you my King are united, only then, the dragon will be unable to touch you” So had said the seer.
King Sombra took matters in his own hooves. He hated the notion that his fate could be sealed. A cruel war was started by him in order to eradicate as much dragons as he could, reducing what was once a civilized and prosperous race into reduced fragments of isolated, barely intelligent dragons. At the same time, he searched the whole land of Equestria for the crystal mare of prophecy. His attempt to avoid the prophecy became an obsession that steadily robbed him of his common sense, and in his madness he enslaved and raped every mare that seemed to hold the perfection of crystals on their bodies.
But the mare of prophecy did not appear.
Consumed by his rage and paranoia, he was an easy prey for the sun and moon sisters, and was defeated. But he survived, he couldn’t die, ironically the prophecy he so much feared had worked in his favor. With his Empire safely at his side, the King waited patiently during a thousand years in slumber, prepared to retake his rule in the future.
But his plans were halted a second time. Unable to gather his whole strength before his enemies united against him, a thousand years after his first defeat King Sombra found his definitive destruction by the actions of a simple baby dragon named Spike. Attacked with the crystal heart, in other days a weapon he himself used to search and control the mares he desired, King Sombra was blown to pieces, forever erased from Equestria.
He was too late to retake his kingdom. He was too late to notice that the prophecy could be fulfilled even by a baby dragon. And he was too late to see that the mare of prophecy was among the ones who fought against him that fateful day.
That should have been the end of King Sombra.
And yet, he existed. Dead, destroyed, his body turned into fragments, but still existing somehow. Perhaps it was because of his superior magical abilities. Perhaps it was because of the way he was killed, with the crystal heart magic. Perhaps it was because his horn survived intact.
Whatever the reason, he quickly noticed the advantages of his situation. He was beyond the veil of mortality, above the planes of physical existence. He could see present, past and future, not only of his reign, but also from an infinite number of timelines.
The quantity of different universes that he could see was massive, and increased at an exponential rate. Each one of them not only seemingly sprouted into existence each time a pony took a different decision, but as far as he could tell entire worlds were fabricated each time anypony imagined, believed, or wrote something. The timelines branched, streamed and converged, but all of them existed, all of them were real. His whole rule, his whole life, was but a mere fragment of the infinite cosmos of stories and timelines that involved ponies.
Even more impressive, was the fact that he could see far more than just ponies. Open to his eyes were an even greater number of worlds, dimensions and timelines inhabited by all sorts of creatures, some familiar and others completely alien to him. When he was a young colt and studied magic under Clover the Clever, he had learned theories about magical mirrors that were actually portals to different dimensions. He reasoned what he was seeing was actually said alternate worlds.
Keen observation revealed to him some constants among all the alternate universes.The same creatures, the same souls inhabited all of them. King Sombra could see how the same patterns repeated, the same friendships, the same loves, the same rivalries. It was as if each of this worlds were designed and watched by forces that knew exactly why and how things should be.
He saw many times in many different worlds, the ponies who fought against him, his crystal slaves, the foolish dragon who was his downfall. And even he, King Sombra, existed in many alternate realities. Much to his disappointment, most of his alternate selves were weak, pathetic mockeries of his true self.
It made King Sombra sick. It made him sick to see not only the creatures that defeated him living innumerable lives of peace and happiness. But also made him sick to see countless alternate versions of himself in the same carefree state, reformed and domesticated.
A lesser being would go mad with such revelations. But King Sombra had lived for a thousand years in a far darker oblivion, waiting for his return, for somepony like him, time had very little meaning. He decided to observe and analyze as much as he could of the new knowledge at his disposal.
He noticed an ever repeating pattern. The stupid dragon who caused his downfall in a mere fluke, always had a silly and pathetic infatuation with the same female. Even in the worlds were they were from different species, even when they could not even communicate, the same attraction repeated itself, time and time again. This individual, called Spike, no matter the time, the place or the reality, would always love a female named Rarity, no matter what she did, no matter how ridiculous, and one sided said love was.
It was then that he noticed this Rarity for the first time. She was one of the ponies that fought against him that fateful day, and with a single look at her body and the mark on her flank, he knew that she was the mare of the prophecy.
If only he had noticed her before he died. If only he had tried to talk to her.
Alas, his chance was lost. He was dead, and she was alive. But then he realized, he had an ocean of alternate universes at his disposal, with an equally high number of alternate Rarities for him to choose. If he had he way to manipulate the dimensions to his convenience, perhaps one of those femaless could be used just as well for his purposes.
Sombra searched for an ideal reality for the plan that was gestating in his consciousness. He did not wanted to make mistakes this time. He needed to cover all the possibilities. He finally found it, the perfect place. A world without hope, a world without magic. A world that was corrupted at almost every level, politics, religion, arts. A world devastated with violence. A world were power was everything. A world inhabited by beings called humans, weak creatures that were far too easily corrupted by greed, pride and lust.
In short, a world perfect for a being like him. Directing his gaze at said world, he looked for the person he would reveal himself to. A power hungry human with an evil heart. Someone who could follow his legacy.
He found someone worthy of his purposes, a man who shared his name. The unicorn king approached the chosen human during many nights, talking to him in dreams. The unicorn explained his story, his situation. And offered a deal.
The deal was simple, made so in order to facilitate the negotiation between the two very different beings from very different worlds. The human Sombra would receive all the knowledge, magic and power of the unicorn king. But in exchange for such gifts, he would look for the woman who shared the soul with the mare of prophecy, Rarity. He would take her as his mate, and in doing so, break the chains of destiny.
The human Sombra was skeptic, as was to be expected. But the King was persuasive, and the human began to feel that talking with the unicorn was almost as if he was talking to himself.
“You’re hesitant because you can’t believe the possibility. Tell me though, wouldn’t you like to take the chance to discover the thrill of true power?” the unicorn had said, successfully tempting the human.
Taking his decision, the human Sombra accepted the offer. The moment he received the knowledge and power of the unicorn king, he was invaded with an ultimate sense of superiority. The consciousness of the unicorn king disappeared, seemingly pleased that his legacy would perdure, and in that moment the human Sombra started to refer himself as King Sombra.
The new King also received the unicorn emotions and feelings. And because of that, he could sense how rage invaded him. How could it be, that a foolish baby dragon, in a fucking fluke could had defeated him? He was not going to let that crime go unpunished. He was going to search for the woman the unicorn mentioned, he would fuck her brutally and completely, and at the same time, he would pull the cruelest most horrible revenge on the stupid dragon.
Destiny and the powers beyond might have decided that King Sombra was fated to be destroyed or reformed in every other reality. But in HIS reality, the new King decided that he would break destiny, he would defeat the dragon completely, destroying his very soul forever, and he would become the almighty ruler of everything with the prophesied queen at his side. Such was the new fate he would forge for himself.
“I hope you catch my meaning, Spike” Sombra said, finally acknowledging a sobbing Spike “In one of our innumerable past lives, a dragon who shared your soul killed an unicorn who shared mine. Everything that happened here and in the previous months was our revenge against that felony.”
Spike was silent, still collapsed and facing the floor. All the fable sounded so strange, so illogical that his mind just couldn’t believe it. And yet, in his heart, he knew it could be true. Dragons, unicorns, ponies, those words made something inside him stir. Still, the story had left a small ray of hope, and even though he was utterly scared about destroying said hope it with his question, he had to know, he just had to know.
“Tell me, it was magic? It was magic what you used to transform Rarity and the reason she became this cruel version of herself?” Spike had asked the question without looking at him, fearing the answer already.
Sombra let out a long, guttural laugh before answering. “It was not magic. The prophecy was fulfilled, the moment I talked with your wife, and looked at her to the eyes, her heart knew, that she had been born to be my mate and my queen. The only reason she was with you was because she had never met me before.”
A new surge of rage against the so called King, and against Rarity surged from within Spike. But he found himself unable to move and speak. It was as if new invisible bindings were restraining his body.
Sombra kicked Spike in the stomach. “I did not used my magic on Rarity Spike, but I did used it on you. You see, even if you still don’t completely believe it, you have the soul of a dragon in your body. And I was not going to take any risks this time. For a very long time ago you have been playing in my hand. Just as I have used my new powers to increase my influence on this world, my magic allowed me to bind you, mentally and physically, in order to make you inoffensive. That is the reason why you couldn’t hurt me. That is the reason why you were stupid enough to believe every single one of your wife lies. And that is the reason why you are never going to defeat me.”
“Perhaps it can be a little comfort to know that in most of your previous and future lives Spike, you had a happy friendship with Rarity. Even then, you should remember, that the only way you two can be happy at all is that I don't get involved.” With another laugh, the King kicked with so much strength that Spike found himself turning upside down, with his back facing the floor and his eyes looking up.
He noticed that Rarity had reentered the white room. She looked happy, refreshed, completely indifferent to the suffering of her husband. He snuggled with the King, her expression showing bliss at being with the man.
"Now Spike, I could kill you right now. I could go eye for eye and took your life just as you took the life of the unicorn king. But that would not be enough." Sombra's face was one of a sinister mix of fury and joy. "I want you to live, to remember this moment for the rest of your days. To be forced by the cruel fate to always love the cruel woman that will never answer to you again. To always remember that you are my absolute inferior. That you, a dragon, the king of monsters, was mentally and phisically defeated by me."
Rarity laughed with delight. “Poor baby dragon!” she said in her evil, motherly tone. “Now Spikey Wikey, is time to say good bye.”
There was a bit of silence, and Spike wasn’t sure what was going on. Then suddenly, her wedding ring dropped right in front of his face, bouncing slightly, but not rolling away as its motions were slowed by the puddle of cum they had left in the floor. He watched it roll a little and then come to a stop in front of his face.
The world seemed to go silent for a moment as he watched the ring come to a stop. It was the perfect symbolic finish to Rarity’s game of pain and agony. Spike was so focused on the ring that it took him a moment to hear Rarity and the King open the door to leave the room.
“Was torturing him as fun as you had hoped?” King Sombra asked.
“Mmmm, better” Rarity purred in agreement, her mouth attached to the King’s. Then she said, “Should we get going darling? I want to be well rested before we meet everyone for brunch tomorrow.” Rarity laughed a charming, joyful laugh and then the lights went out and the door closed.
Spike felt a shock that pulled him back from his stupor. She was talking as if tomorrow she would just casually go off and meet friends and have wine and good times, as if stomping on his heart wasn’t life changing for her as it was for him. He would remember every second of all that happened here in excruciating detail for the rest of his life, and she was talking as if her life was going to merely go on being fun and at her leisure. The imbalance was infuriating.
It was perfectly silent and dark. Spike didn’t move at all, even though his body was free, some force was keeping him there, in the floor, naked and defenseless. He couldn’t believe he was just going to be left there. Did they intend to ignore him and forget him just like that?
Suddenly Spike went mental, fighting as hard as he could against the seemingly psychological restraints and screaming out. “HELP!! HELP!!”” He called out in hopes of someone hearing him. No one came in answer to his cries.
He had no idea what time it was. He guessed some time after midnight, but it was hard to say when. He tried to get calm and think about the situation. If it was the middle of the night, then there wouldn’t be many people around. The best thing to do would be to rest, conserve energy, and then in the morning when there might be people passing by close enough to hear him.
All the time he went through a few waves where he had a steely determination to get out of this and he imagined what he might be able to do the next day to get his revenge. Then his feelings would swing like a pendulum the other way and he felt so used, helpless and that he was destined to fail and it was all futile. He wailed and cried, knowing that there was no need to try and hold onto his manly pride by not crying. He knew Rarity and the King were far away by now and no one at all was listening to him.
Even while he lay there, the King’s words burned into him. It was true what he said that even though Rarity had been so cruel, Spike was not able to stop loving her. He refused to believe that it was just some kind of force outside of him that was making him love Rarity. As far as he knew, all the trash about alternate realities and magical unicorns was just bullshit, perhaps invented by Sombra as some mockery.
He couldn’t believe his love for Rarity was fabricated. Spike had years of building a relationship with her. A powerful, deep loving relationship. It didn’t just go away. Instead, it was there in his mind and his heart, right beside the new reality that she was sadistic and evil. The two feelings fought, and his whole psyche was caught in between, feeling unrelenting pain. He tried to believe she must be brainwashed, she must be drugged, or something that would explain that it wasn’t really her and that maybe he could get his Rarity back.
Although he had doubts about whether not he’d be able to sleep, the emotional turmoil was more exhausting than he would have imagined, and just from pure exhaustion he passed out sometime in the night. It was a fitful sleep, filled with nightmares that were just images and feelings, where he would see a Nightmarish Rarity and want her so bad, but she would ony laugh at him.
Some time later which must have been very early in the morning, Spike was discovered by two cleaners. They woke him up and were confused and concerned. Spike, however, was absolutely raging with anger. He thought they might somehow be connected with Rarity and Sombra, so he got ready to attack them the moment he got up, seemingly at total control of his body at last. However, after some confused pushing and shoving, it was clear they had absolutely no idea what was going on. They just worked at that building or were contracted to clean up this room, or something along those lines.
Spike’s clothes were in a pile in a corner of the room. He convinced the two cleaners to leave the room for a while as he dressed. He also wanted the time to get his bearings. He looked up at the two video cameras and felt a wince of anger. When he first came into the room, he wondered if they were on. Now he was certain they were, and they were going to play it back and laugh at his pain. He wanted to destroy the cameras, even though he knew the video they had filmed was somewhere else. He had nothing that could reach them, though, and he just left.
Spike came home to discover the apartment in a mess. It looked like there had been a party there. There were bottles and glasses everywhere and cigarette butts. A lot of things were broken. Some of it looked like it was broken incidentally, but some of it looked deliberate.
When he got into his bedroom, that’s when he noticed a lot of Rarity’s clothes missing. There was a huge empty space in the open closet, but Spike wasn’t interested in looking to see exactly what she took and what she left. It didn’t matter.
It became clear that Rarity had taken whatever she felt was sentimental, like some photo albums and keepsakes, but left most of her things, like she was leaving most of her life, behind. There were some details to that were designed to rub salt into Spike’s wounds. He found that of the pictures that were left, his face was burned or torn out of all of them, leaving only images of Rarity behind. It seemed she left behind anything that was a memory of him, but also ruined it so all he had was images of her. The message was clear. She mattered to him, he didn’t matter to her. In the floor, he found a black and red card with a phone number and an address for some place at the town center. He instinctively supposed it was for the King's apartment or house.
He convinced himself not to call the cops. He wanted to handle this himself, like a man. He thought that very day he might go out and get a gun and use it to kill Rarity and the King, and anyone else he might find her with at the time. Although even that plan was ambiguous. He also wanted to save Rarity from the sinister man. The King must have done something to her. In any case, whoever Spike had to kill, he didn’t care if he went to prison or even if he died in the process. The things that were done to him deserved absolute vengeance.
Author's Note
“I'd rather be not the light in your life
Darkness
Spike was ready to execute his vengeance that same afternoon. He got a gun from Big Macintosh (as an added benefit, he knew Big Mac would never talk about the topic with anyone). While he was ready to go about with his revenge, he still felt unsure about if he wanted to kill Rarity or try to save her, or if even she could be saved at all.
He was thinking about his vengeance when his phone rang. He pulled it out, fully expecting it to be Rarity or Sombra calling to mock him. Spike said “Hello?” loud, and aggressively. He was surprised to hear a young woman’s voice on the other end.
“Spike?” the girl said, and Spike immediately recognized it was his friend and adoptive big sister, Twilight Sparkle, who recently moved to another city. It was also immediately apparent that she was very scared. “Spike, it’s me, Twilight.”
“Twilight?” Spike said, his head spinning. So much was going on, it was hard to stay ahead of it all. “Twilight, what’s wrong? Are you okay?”
“I’m in my library right now, Spike,” Twilight said. “I, I got jumped last night by some masked people. I think there were, five of them. Big men. They came out of nowhere and, and,” Twilight was getting a little choked up. She wasn’t just in pain but obviously upset too. Spike just waited and listened. He knew this was no coincidence, but he had no idea what to say. “Spike, they just beat me up for some reasons. They took me to a back alley. They removed my clothes and...”
“D-did they...?” Spike asked, feeling as if he was going to puke.
"No. It seemed like they were ready to rape me, but apparently their intention was just to scare me." Twilight sounded so weak and help;ess when she said that.
"When did this happen?" Spike had the uncomfortable certainty that it was no mere coincidence.
“Last night,” Twilight was crying “I wanted to call you earlier, but I’ve been in pretty bad condition. Listen, Spike, you have to listen to me. This was no mugging. They didn’t take anything. They just said one thing. It was a message. They said, ‘Tell Spike to be a good boy.’ That’s all they said. What the hell is going on Spike? Are you in trouble with some organized crime or something?”
Spike stood there in the middle of his ruined living room, listening to the faint beep sound from the other end of the phone. What could he say? The message was clear. Don’t do anything, anything at all, to come after Rarity or Sombra. Otherwise your friends will be next. He felt like he had been punched in the gut, as all his intentions of vengeance now seemed completely unrealistic. King Sombra was obviously bigger than he had contemplated. Spike didn’t have the kind of resources to take down some kind of… whatever the man was. Was he a mafia boss? Was he truly able to use magic to get what he wanted? Spike didn’t know how to explain the situation, didn’t know if he even understood what it was, didn’t know if he could describe it to Twilight without completely humiliating himself or looking like a madman.
But what worried him the most was that if he said anything to her and she tried to act against Sombra he might be putting Twiligt in risk of her life...or something else. Not to mention the rest of their friends.
Spike collapsed onto the couch. “Hello? Spike? You there?” Twilight said. “Spike, talk to me, what the hell is going on?”
“I’m sorry Twilight,” Spike said, completely defeated. “I can’t say anything, because I don’t want to put you in any more danger. Please, just trust me on this. I’ll come out and see you as soon as I can.”
Spike spoke with Twilight a little more, to calm her down, and get more details, and tried to play everything down as much as possible, which wasn’t very possible. In the end, Spike had to just insist that he would talk more later. He hung up the phone.
Spike suddenly threw his phone against the wall and it broke into a few, unrepairable pieces. He screamed at the top of his lungs. It was so unfair. It was so unfair that she could do that to him and get away with it. He was full of a rage and pain like he never knew he could feel. He was so wrapped up in agony that he couldn’t do anything except wail and rage to nobody.
He looked at the loaded gun at is disposal. It would be so easy to use it, to put an end to his suffering. Did he had the courage? He remembered Sombra’s words, about how he would live with the pain in his heart forever. The bastard thought that Spike wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. In a sudden fit of rage, he took the gun and was few seconds away from shooting himself before a gentle knocking on the door interrupted his thoughts.
“Spike, Spike, open the door, please” The voice was that of Sweetie Belle, Rarity younger sister. He knew her almost for as long as he had known Rarity, and since the day they met Spike had always been something of an older brother for the girl, even though he was just two years her senior. “I know you are there, I heard you screaming, please, open the door”
“This is not a good moment Sweetie Belle, go away” Spike was too tired and too mad to feign courtesy at the moment.
“Is it because you had a fight with Rarity?” Sweetie voice was slow, as if she was afraid of something.
Spike couldn’t believe his ears “Have you talked with your sister!? How much do you know? Tell me?” Spike tone was abrasive and demanding, right then he had no interest for subtleltly.
“Spike, let me in, I feel silly talking to a door.” Sweetie voice revealed that Spike had scared her, but she kept insisting “Please?”
There was a long silence, finally broken by the creaking door as it opened. Sweetie Belle walked slowly into the apartment, watching the horrible sight of the whole place trashed. “Your fight with my sis must have been pretty intense.”
“You could say that.” Spike said as he and Sweetie were sitting on the couch. “Rarity talked with you?”
“Uhmm…no” Sweetie Belle blushed. “I just guessed you know, Rarity and you have been so distant from everyone else for a long time now, those kind of things happen when a couple fight, I think. I’m not precisely someone with experience in those things.”
“Well, you are right; we had a very hard falling.” Spike voice was a sad monotone. “Everything ended for both of us, she cheated on me with someone.”
Slightly more relaxed, Spike told a condensed version of his ordeal to Sweetie Belle. He left the more unbelievable elements out, and tried to reduce as much as he could of her sister evilness. He was not completely sure if he did so because she still believed that deep down Rarity was being manipulated, or because she feared how Sweetie Belle would react to learning the full story of how Rarity had acted.
Sweetie Belle believed Spike’s tale completely. “I feared so. I was worried for her…and for you.” Her final words were almost a whisper, but she instantly perked up “Come on Spike, cheer up, it can’t be that bad. Perhaps Rarity and you just were not meant to be together.”
“It is worse than that. We were not only meant to be together. It was our destiny. But she doesn’t love me anymore.” Spike seemed to be on the verge of crying “Perhaps she never did.”
“And you Spike?” Sweetie Belle, took his hand between hers “Do you still love my sister?”
Spike’s face lost color at that question. He looked at Sweetie Belle as if it was the first time she saw her and he could feel his rage burst. “Is this another one of your games? You are here to mock me?”
Sweetie Belle looked genuinely scared, she tried to stand up and separate from Spike but he was clutching her hand with far too much strength. “I don’t know what you are talking about Spike! Please, release my hand, you are hurting me!”
“Release you? And then what? You are going back to your new boyfriend and laugh about how I’m such a loser, a fucking idiot!? You... you... you bitch!” Spike was completely out of control, he pushed Sweetie Belle to the couch face down, the sweet girl eyes tearing “You... bloody... self-righteous... whore!”
“Spike! Spike! Stop it, please. We need to talk about your feelings. Spike, what happened…AHAHH!” The innocent girl cried in pain and shame, as spike took one of her well developed breasts and groped it with excessive force trough her white dress.
“You know what I really want to do with bitches such as you?” Spike sounded completely crazed, like a beast. He was licking her neck and smelling her hair “I want to fuck you in all your holes. Because you are such a bitch, I want to use you, not caring if you enjoy it or not. I’d like to take you solely for my pleasure and not give a damn if you like it, or how much I would hurt you. Hell, I’d even hurt you on purpose; just to show you my power.” As he said all that, he was groping Sweetie’s legs, ass and tits. Spike was raising her dress and groping every inch of her body in animalistic lust.
Sweetie Belle was crying softly and struggling weakly, but made no serious attempt to escape the imposing hands that were continuously invading her privacy. Her face completely obscured by the couch and between moans, she said in her gentle sweet voice “Please Spike, no!”
In his lust, Spike barely could hear the words of the squirming girl below him. “You have been a bad girl you slut. I will give you the punishment you deserve.”
"Spike! Y-you're not REALLY gonnAHHH!" Sweetie's voice failed her when she felt Spike's palm smack against her soft bottom. The slap wasn't hard, in fact she only should had felt a tingle after the initial sting, but the shock of actually being struck made Sweetie scream in panic.
"AHHH-Ekk!" Again, Spike struck her wiggling ass with his hand, slightly more powerfully this time, but still without much force behind it.
Sweetie felt Spike's palm smack again and again into her bottom cheeks. Progressively, Spike's spanks became a bit more forceful with each slap. Sweetie's eyes released quickly the tears she had been gathering as she felt her bottom begin to ache from the pain.
Drooling with desire, Spike completely lifted the moaning girl dress, in order to rip her thong and fuck her right then and there. He noticed the big white pristine panties covering her ass and pussy, the undergarment slightly wet. It seemed weird, Rarity always used black thongs and other types of overly sensual lingerie…
Then it struck him like a freight train, the reality of the situation. He noticed that the girl below him was not a laughing Rarity, but actually a sobbing Sweetie Belle. Looking at the sweet girl in that state completely crushed him. She was trembling furiously, both hands covering her crying face, the absolute fear she felt palpable on the air.
"Sweetie Belle…" Spike felt like a piece of the worst trash after what he had almost done to her. And even now, he needed to use all his concentration to avoid imagining Sweetie face and body as if she was Rarity.
Silently, Spike waited for the sweet girl to release all the tears she needed and calm herself down. After she stopped crying and fixed slightly her appearance, she excused herself, and left his apartment. As he saw her go, Spike realized that she was deeply scarred with the incident, and her eyes had a light of pure fear against him. Hating himself perhaps more than ever, but conscious that sooner or later he would need to speak with Sweetie Belle and repair the damage he had done, he forgot all about his suicide plans for now.
“You left the card in the apartment floor?”
“Yes, I did.”
“What about the toys?”
“They are on the main room. Thought I still don’t know what is this all about, Crystal, I can’t believe our Majesty really ordered this.”
“We have no need to understand the reasons behind. As slaves, we must follow our Majesty orders.”
“I still can’t believe it though. What If the dragon doesn’t act as predicted?”
“Unlikely, his soul will force him to go sooner or later. But if the need arises, either us or the King would do the job himself when the moment comes.”
“So it's all decided already.”
“Indeed, that person is a loose end in the King’s plans, and shall be eliminated. Now we just need to wait for the dragon to make his move.”
What Sombra said proved to be truer as the weeks went on afterward. Spike wanted to hate Rarity with the same equal murderous rage that he felt for King Sombra. However, he found himself missing her, and wanting her, and needing her. When he masturbated, he thought of her. He sometimes called her phone, and though she never answered, it was still in service, so he left all sorts of messages. Sometimes he would scream angrily, sometimes he would beg to be with her. He always felt stupid for doing it, because he knew that she would just laugh at him while fucking Sombra. And still he kept doing it, almost daily.
And in the night, he thought endlessly about the weird things the King had said. That somewhere, in an unlimited number of alternate universes, he and Rarity were together and happy. He imagined different versions of him, all of them enjoying a good happy time with their friends, in loving and joyous situations. The knowledge did not comfort him on the least. Quite the contrary, he resented those hypothetical alternate realities, for having everything he would never had.
His friends started to drift away one by one as he became more bitter and short tempered, and he was afraid of involving them in Sombra and Rarity twisted games. Only Sweetie Belle tried to keep in touch with him, even after the horrible things he had done to her and even after he tried to distance himself from the girl. He couldn’t tell her, that every time he was in front of Sweetie Belle cute smiling face, his mind painted Rarity evil laughing visage. Spike was afraid he could lose his control again and hurt Sweetie Belle, or do something worse to her.
Spike was not an idiot, he was quite aware that Sweetie Belle had a massive crush on him, and deep down, he had knew it for years before marrying Rarity. But apparently, his cruel destiny did not want for him to ever return her feelings. First because he was stupidly loyal to Rarity and right now because he still was unable to forget about Rarity and quite frankly he believed that Sweetie Belle deserved someone better than him.
Finally he reached a breaking point. A couple of months after being left by Rarity he decided to end everything. Sweetie Belle deserved someone better than him. And he had to do something to bring closure to his life, otherwise he would go mad and the poor sweet girl that had a crush on a stupid pathetic loser like him would never be free to look for someone worthy of her affections.
He took his gun, checked the address in the black and red card one last time, and went to the center of the city. He needed to end this just as it began, with the three of them together.
The address Spike had lead him to an underground parking lot. It had multiple levels, but there were no cars in any of them. He had expected to find some form of security, and was ready to fight if that was the case, but the place seemed deserted.
He got into an elevator which had just two buttons. He pressed the one that he believed would lead him upwards. The elevator moved silently and Spike got the gun ready.
The elevator doors opened to a huge apartment. He had expected to find Sombra and Rarity…perhaps he was expecting to fall into a trap set by them or their people. But he was not expecting what he saw.
The whole place was abandoned. By the look of everything, no one had put a foot inside for more than a month. The place had an air of rusty opulence, ruined by many of the finer elements that were damaged. Windows were broken, sculptures and decoration had thick layers of dust, leaves and other kind of trash accumulated on the floor.
He walked across the corridors, looking for something, anything. But the appearance of the penthouse was not a deception, the place had nothing and no one was there. He wondered if the whole purpose of finding the card on his apartment was for him to do this useless visit. Or perhaps the card was just an innocent mistake by someone and this place had no real significance, at least not then. Whatever the case, he still decided to look in every room, after all, he was already there.
He reached what he believed was the main room. The room seemed cleaner than the rest, the enormous bed sporting clean sheets. What caught his attention though was not the tidiness of the room, but a table set in the middle, with what seemed like a full collection of some sort of toys.
At closer inspection, Spike noticed that most of the toys were miniature horses, not unlike the ones little girls love to play so much with. They were positioned around some model of what seemed to be a castle. The castle itself was impressive, with a lot of detail and a shiny surface. Depending on the light and the position it was seen, the whole castle could seem dark and opaque or white and clear.
At the top of the castle was a white pony. It had a gleaming white coat, a horn of the same color on the head and purple curls for hair. The eyelashes, and the overall design made Spike believe that the toy depicted a female. Spike was not a pony lover or anything, but he had to admit that the horse looked beautiful, in some bizarre way. The perfect hair and the immaculate white color gave her a truly regal appearance.
The other ponies in the table had the same shiny, gradient appearances as the castle. All of them were fixed in a certain pose, bowing in direction to the castle. Among them though was a figure that clearly was not a pony. Spike took it into his hands and examined it carefully.
The figure almost made his heart stop. He was not surprised by the appearance, as it was some kind of green and purple baby dragon. Neither was he surprised with the fact that the colors and everything on it looked familiar and way too much like him to be a coincidence.
No, what scared the shit out of Spike was seeing the little green hair stuck in glue on the doll body, along with a miniature paper that read a single word: ‘weak’. He remembered Sombra’s words, about how Spike was being affected by some extraordinary magic to make him inoffensive. As if he was being touched by a powerful lighting strike, Spike was sure, horribly sure that this thing was the real deal. The perverse man that have stolen his wife had used this toy to manipulate him, who knows for how long.
Spike was terrified. He couldn’t decide what to do. He didn’t knew anything about this kind of things, and was afraid that doing something to the doll could hurt him on some way. He considered taking the doll, and preserving it safe at home. But the sheer terror that the object caused to him also made that perspective less than preferable. Spike trembled, unable to act.
And suddenly, something inside of him exploded. He was not going to protect a creepy doll that marked him as a weak being. He was not going to be a toy on the hands of anyone. He was not going to leave some force outside of him dictate his destiny. In a single move he pulled the little green hair and the message glued to the doll.
Immediately a strange sense of relief came over to Spike. It was as if suddenly his whole world had became lighter and brighter. A big weight in his heart and his body was lifted. In that moment the previous fear that he had about dealing with the magical doll seemed ridiculous and completely unnecessary. The sensation of change and relief was so drastic that he couldn’t even remember when the last time he felt so liberated. Perhaps it had been years.
Suddenly, his mind went to Rarity. But when her image appeared on his head, it was not with the same feeling of longing, love and devotion mixed with rage. No, Spike felt indifference towards the woman, perhaps even pity, when he remembered how she acted last time he saw her. She was not worthy of anything else from him.
He took the white unicorn that was at the top of the crystal castle. He had a very clear idea of which person she represented. Looking at it from all sides, he saw no hairs or messages glued to it, but again, he already was expecting he wouldn’t find any. The only strange thing about the white pony at closer inspection was that her eyes had a curious design, the irises were red, and the rest was green. Spike could also swear there was some purple glow emanating from them, though he could have imagined it. The white unicorn suddenly was not as pretty as he initially thought, her eyes seemed sad and melancholic.
Leaving the white pony where it was, Spike looked for another toy. Something inside him was telling him to look for another pony, a dark grey imposing figure, clothed with a royal cape and a crown.
But there was none.
He looked among the crystal ponies, but all of them were the same design, bowing towards the white unicorn, there was no sign of any other toy receiving the same honors. He inspected the table, looking for something, and he finally found another pony inside the castle, hidden from plain sight.
The toy was not the royal figure he subconsciously was expecting. No, it was a dull black colored horse, with simple green eyes, hornless and with a stupid, dull expression on the face. For some reason, Spike felt disappointed. Examining the horse, he found what he was looking for, a single dark hair glued to the pony alongside a message that read ‘Power’.
Spike fought the desire to laugh out loudly. This was it? This was the absolute, dimensional altering power that the bastard was so proud about? A voodoo set of children toys. Of course, Spike by now admitted that it worked, and it indeed contained a power that could only be considered magic. But still, for all of Sombra’s blabber about his absolute knowledge and the powers of the unicorn king, Spike was disappointed. Now that he was outside of the spell of weakness, Spike could see that the whole thing was rather childish and bland. Sombra forced power into himself, and he forced weakness unto Spike. The setup was not one of a masterful world altering mind, but from a man that was just given a powerful and dangerous gift and used it in the first way that occurred to him.
Spike was reaching for the hair glued to the male horse, when instead his hand moved up to the doll’s head. With a sudden jerk he turned the head around backwards and dropped the doll on the floor. Without a second glance he left that eerie penthouse.
Sweetie Belle answered a knock on her door. She was thinking that perhaps Scootaloo had lost her keys again or some salesman was doing the rounds. But definitely was not expecting to see Spike when she looked outside.
“Hi, Sweetie Belle. Can I come in?” his voice was tentative and low, perhaps fully conscious that the girl could be scared. After what happened between them on his apartment, they had talked over the phone and in a couple of public spaces, but this was the first time they would be together and alone since then.
Sweetie Belle was nervous, but did her best to hide it from her voice “Uhmm, sure Spike, come in, Scotaloo and Apple Bloom are out though.” She opened the door and allowed her guest to take a place on the living room.
“No problem, I came to talk with you.” Sweetie Belle noticed that Spike looked different, more confident and relaxed that she had seen it for a very long time.
Sweetie Belle required a couple of seconds to process what he had said, she was too concentrated on studying what she felt was a big difference in Spike right now “Oh…alright. How can I help you?”
She was afraid he was going to touch the topic about what happened the last time they were together. Sweetie Belle had tried to extend her unconditional friendship to Spike after the cruel breakup with Rarity, and knew that Spike had acted that day without really meaning it, in an explosion of rage. And yet, if she was honest with herself, the true reason why she was so afraid of discussing the shaming episode was because she enjoyed every second it. She was afraid that Spike could think of her as a deviant and a pervert if he knew.
“Sweetie Belle, what do you think about Destiny?” Spike nonchalaty asked the young girl.
The topic was certainly not the one she was so afraid, and Sweetie Belle felt she could relax a little. “Destiny…well to tell you truth, I don’t believe I’m the best person to answer that question.”
“Oh, and why is that?” Spike asked again, this time with a smile.
Sweetie Belle sighed. “Well, perhaps you never noticed. But until a few years ago, I was obsessed with the whole destiny issue. Ever since I was little, what I wished above all things was to know exactly what my purpose in life was. To know If I would be a teacher, or an astronaut, or a scientist. I thought that once I knew exactly what I was supposed to do, all my worries and problems in life would be solved forever.” Sweetie Belle was looking to the roof, remembering all the time she and her friends did crazy things when they were kids.
A smile on her lips, Sweetie Belle continued her story “But as I matured, I finally understood how silly that notion was. I was trying to chain myself to some role just for the sake of it. I noticed the search was far more amazing and fun than the end. I want to be able to be anything I wish, to try everything, and to change plans midway if I want to. In short, the concept of destiny and I parted ways some time ago…and if I should say so, good riddance.”
Spike seemed genuinely fascinated by her story. “What about hypothetical past lives, what do you think you did in your past or alternate existences?”
Sweetie Bell was now ecstastic, perhaps it was the first time she talked about this things with anyone “Well you see, that is the best part. Maybe in my previous lives I was a baker, a singer, a nurse, a musician, a teacher, or a…housewife” she blushed slightly with her last few words. “In short, I can’t imagine myself following a set destiny. Don’t you think it would be boring and dull that every time you had the joy of living you always did the same things, over and over again?”
“I do, Sweetie Belle. In fact, until recently, I felt I was chained to destiny. A destiny that scripted me to be a weak pathetic loser. A destiny that forced me to forever love a woman that would never love me back. But you know what, fuck destiny!” and having said that, he pulled a red object from one of the pockets in his jeans and put it firmly into her hands.
Sweetie Belle released a gasp. What she was holding on her hands was a small but perfectly heart-shaped gem. For the vibrant red color she supposed it was a ruby.
“It is a fire ruby, a very special and rare kind of jewel.” Spike said proudly. “I was holding onto it for a special occasion. Now I know it, I want to give it to you, Sweetie Belle. You deserve it, more than anyone.”
Sweetie Belle was blushing when she fell on Spike arms, tears of joy surrounding her face. The cute and innocent girl was so happy, that she was barely conscious of the moment when Spike took her face with a soft hand and led her lips towards his face.
It was what some call a freak accident. The man called Sombra screamed when the pain invaded him, but there was nothing that could be done about him, his head was bent awkwardly backwards and his shallow breathing faded to nothing by the moment his slaves reached him.
There was no investigation or police involvement. Sombra was unceremoniously buried in a place without any mark. The woman with whom he had fucked for the past 8 months inherited the whole lot of his wealth and properties. Neither she, nor his apparently devoted slaves did any attempt to disguise their indifference towards the tragedy.
"I can't believe you're in my bed." Sweetie Belle had already stripped off her shorts and shoes and now knelt on the mattress wearing a thin cotton tank and a modest pair of panties. She'd opened the drapes just enough to let a sliver of natural light into the room.
"Neither can I, but I'm quickly getting used to the idea." Spike lay sprawled beside her fully clothed, his hands clasped behind his head as he regarded her with amusement.
Seeing him lying there against her buttercup yellow sheets had to be the most enticing thing she'd ever seen. "When it comes to this kind of thing I don't really know what I'm doing." She said, climbing over him and straddling his body. "I've even watched porn for tips, you know."
He smiled. "I hope it was not when you was searching for a destiny."
“Of course not, you silly.” Her heart thudded and something sweet unfurled inside her. She stopped working on his buttons and drew in a long breath, letting it out slowly in an effort to calm the emotion that had crept up on her.
Spike curved his hand around the back of her neck and urged her closer. "Tell me what's wrong."
She traced his eyebrow and kissed his cheek. "If I'd been doing this with anyone else right now I think I'd be scared," she said, "but it's you. I've wanted you from the moment we met and...well..." She looked into his eyes and moistened her lower lip. "It's you."
"Swetie Bell." He clamped her to him with one hand at her hip and the other tangled in her hair. His mouth met hers and the intensity of his kiss left her breathless. He broke away and brushed his thumb over her lower lip. "With the age difference between us and Rarity there I didn’t ever gave you a chance did I. I’m so sorry."
"It doesn't matter," she said. "I'm just happy you see me that way now."
He held her close and gave her a deep, searching kiss that made her skin flush with heat and her body pulse with pleasure. The more he touched her, the more difficulty she had controlling herself. She rocked her hips, slowly, rubbing herself against him, feeling his rigid length through her panties. His hands moved to cradle her ass, his palms warming her skin. Sweetie Belle gazed at him while his hands guided her movements.
"You're so hard," she whispered. "I can feel you right...there."
He groaned and kissed her. "Tell me where."
Their mouths were so close their breaths intermingled. "Mmm...my pussy. I feel you against my pussy," she said. Sweetie Belle moved her hips a little faster, pressed a little harder. She couldn't get close enough to him.
"God, you're sweet." Spike's lips met hers again and their tongues delved and explored. His fingers dug into her buttocks, kneading her flesh. "Take off your top," he said. "Let me see you."
She kissed him a while longer, grinding her pussy along his hardened length. Sweetie Belle flicked her tongue over his lower lip and leaned back, crossing her arms over her torso. She gripped the hem of her top and need surged inside her as she peeled it from her body.
Her long hair draped over one shoulder and the warm air caressed her bare breasts. She tossed her top aside, seconds ticking by as she watched him watching her.
"Come closer," he said. Sweetie Belle leaned forward and glanced down as his mouth closed in on her. His tongue flicked out and swiped the tip of her nipple. Before she could recover from the initial contact he drew the tingling nub into his mouth and gave it a firm suck.
"Oh." Her back arched and pleasure rushed through her. Spike held her in place with one hand on her buttock, the other sliding over her ribcage to cover her breast. He alternated between suckling and licking, bringing her nipple to a taut, aching peak. His attention shifted to her other breast. Sweetie Belle sank her hands into his hair and sighed. With his mouth caressing her nipple and his hard cock beneath her, he'd pushed her to the point she wanted to explode.
Spike tugged the front of her panties down and slipped his hand inside. He brushed his fingertips over her pussy, dipping into her warmth. He caressed her swollen clit, massaging her sensitive bud in slow circles. She let out a breathless moan as his mouth tilted to meet hers, his lips warm and damp from the attention he'd given her breast. She kissed him and fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, pulling the last one free so she could tug the two sides apart.
Spike groaned and thrust his tongue into her mouth, slowly pushing two fingers inside her at the same time. She gave an inward sigh of relief and sank down to meet the deliberate glide of his fingers.
Sweetie Belle leaned closer, her breasts brushing his bare chest while he teased and aroused her. Her hips moved in time with his hand. His pace increased. He seemed to know exactly what she needed before she did.
She broke their kiss and rested her forehead against his, drawing in quick breaths. "You're going to..." Overcome with sensations, she could barely think let alone form words. "You're going to make me-"
"Show me, sweetness." Spike slid his fingers steadily in and out of her warmth, rubbing her clit with the heel of his palm.
She couldn't hold back any longer. Her eyes squeezed shut and a strangled moan tore from her. Her hips jerked against him, her belly tightened. She clenched her thighs, fisting her hands in his hair. Sweetie Belle rode his fingers and pressed her mouth to his. Their tongues tangled and she let out one long, throaty cry as her orgasm took hold. Her body shuddered against him and her world spun. She had to hold onto him to steady herself.
Her breath left her in a whimper and their kiss gentled. Spike massaged her pussy with slow, languid strokes until she stopped trembling. He finally broke the connection, pulling his hand from between them. He dragged her against him and wrapped his arms around her. "Fuck," he whispered. His breathing sounded almost as shallow as hers.
"Is that good or bad?" Sweetie Belle laid her hand on his chest, feeling the thump of his heart while she waited for her own pulse to settle.
Spike smiled at her. "I almost came in my pants."
She laughed and felt his arms tighten around her. She nuzzled his throat, pressing her lips to his warm skin. His erection nestled between her splayed legs and she wriggled against it, still wanting more. She doubted she'd ever be able to get enough of him. "The way you touched me," Sweetie Belle said. "The way you moved your fingers inside me with your cock all hard underneath me...it made me want you so much."
Spike tilted her chin and kissed her. "It made me want you, too," he said.
She lifted herself off him until there was enough space to slide her hand down his body and give his cock a firm rub. "I can tell," she said. Sweetie Belle caressed the bulge in his jeans and the surrender in his expression made her want him all the more. "I want to touch every part of you with my hands and my mouth." She said, gently kissing his lips.
He groaned and shifted under her. "You can't say things like that and expect to keep your panties on."
The huskiness in his voice had her stomach filling with butterflies. Sweetie Belle sat back and raised her eyebrows. "My panties come off as soon as you lose your shirt," she said, "and your jeans."
He pushed himself up to a sitting position and flicked his tongue over her nipple. "Fine by me."
She didn't know whether to feel intimidated or happy by his proposal. She always seemed to feel a combination of both in his presence. Sweetie Belle used her hands to shield her breasts and waited him out.
Spike's eyes glimmered with affection. "Are you sure you're ready for this?" He slid his shirt from his shoulders, giving her an unobstructed view of the broad chest and lean muscles that had starred in many of her fantasies.
Her gaze roamed over him and she swallowed. "I'm not sure about anything around you. But I do desire to be yours."
He gave her a quick kiss, then tossed his shirt aside and lay back to work on his zipper. Sweetie Belle shuffled backwards on the bed. He lifted his hips to push at his jeans and she helped pull them off from her end. The more she tugged, the more she revealed of his navy blue boxer briefs and the erection hidden inside them.
She wanted so much to touch him, to press her lips to his hard flesh. She had to let out a long breath to regain control. Sweetie Belle flung his jeans off the mattress and rose to her knees, slipping her thumbs into the sides of her panties.
"Stand up while you take them off," he said. Spike gave her a leisurely once over and his expression filled with warmth. "Make it nice and slow."
Her heart thumped hard and she gasped. Desire rushed through her, making her pulse skip and her skin flush. She somehow knew having him inside her would be the only way to satisfy the ache. Sweetie Belle rose from the bed and stood over him, one foot planted on the outside of his thigh and the other between his legs.
She held her breath and slipped her panties past her hips, pushing further until they dropped of their own accord. Sweetie Belle felt his eyes on her as she stepped from her underwear and kicked it aside. Her legs were slightly parted, her body completely on display. She couldn't hide from him. Despite the tremor running through her, she didn't want to hide. "You're turn now," she said.
"In a minute." He stroked her leg and watched her for a while. The tension in the room built to an unbearable level and her breaths left her in shallow little puffs. She'd never felt so charged with energy before, so filled with emotion.
"You're beautiful," he said. The look in his eyes made her feel like sinking to her knees and throwing her arms around him. Spike pulled himself up to sit before her, bringing his mouth in line with her pussy. He kissed her there, a prolonged touch of warm lips to smooth skin that made her sigh deep in her throat.
Sweetie Belle parted her legs further and threaded her fingers in his tousled hair. He curled his hands around the backs of her thighs and drew her closer. His tongue made one long lick through her slick heat and a moan left her as she gazed down at him. His eyes closed and his mouth and tongue moved over her damp lips, pushing her arousal to its peak. It wouldn't take much to send her flying again. "Spike, that...ahhh...that feels amazing."
He hummed his agreement against her pussy, flicking his tongue firmly over her clit. She almost doubled over at the pleasure and he gripped her thighs to steady her. Still sensitive from his earlier attention, it wasn't long before he had her clinging to him all over again.
One of his hands left her thigh to slip between her legs and stroke her there. Rather than dipping his fingers inside her as he had before, he teased her with feather-like touches that made her mouth drop open and her hips undulate.
The release came gently this time. Pulses of desire rippled through her. Sweetie Belle tightened her fingers in his hair and pressed her pussy against his mouth. Her orgasm moved through her at a languorous pace, swirling in her belly, jolting her limbs. Her head tipped back and she let out a drawn out "Ohh" as her body trembled above him.
It took her a few moments to come back down and when she did, Sweetie Belle realized the only sound in the room was the soft sobbing coming from her. Spike pulled her onto his lap and his arms went around her. He hugged her to him and buried his face in her hair.
Sweetie Belle needed time to recover and curled against him while her breathing slowed. When she finally got her all her senses back, she pressed her lips to his throat. "You keep taking care of me but you're not letting me do anything for you," she said.
"You think this isn't doing anything for me?" He took her hand and guided it toward his erection.
She rubbed him slowly, trailing her fingertips over his hard length, curving her hand underneath to cup him. He let out a quiet groan and smoothed his palm up and down her spine. She stroked him, revelling in the sound of his deepening breaths, the feel of his taut thigh beneath her. "I want to do more for you," she said.
Sweetie Belle turned in his arms and kissed him, tasting her own muskiness on his lips. It reminded her of the intimate touch of his mouth between her thighs and further heightened her excitement. Her tongue slid against his and she flattened her palm on his chest, giving him a gentle push until he fell backward on the bed.
Sweetie Belle tumbled against his chest and straddled him, kissing him hard. The time for teasing and gentleness had passed. She wanted to know what it felt like to have him inside her. Spike groaned and thrust his tongue into her mouth, reaching between them to pull down his boxer briefs. He raised his hips and shoved his underwear out of the way, the movement pressing him against her pussy. Sweetie Belle felt him without any barriers for the first time and her desire for him surged. "I want you so much," she said.
"Are you..." He kissed her and stroked her temple. "Do we need a condom?"
"No! I…I’m on my safe days." She reached between them and touched his cock, trailing her fingers over him. His skin was so silky smooth, his shaft so unbelievably hard. Her thumb swiped the moisture gathered on the head. The urge came over her to touch him with her mouth, experience the taste of him on the tip of her tongue. "I want to kiss you there," she said.
He rolled her onto her back and kicked his boxer briefs all the way off. "Next time," he said, holding her face while his lips moved over hers. "I won't last if you do that now."
Sweetie Belle parted her thighs and felt him settle further between them. His cock nudged the entrance to her body and his chest came to rest against her breasts. She curved her hands around the back of his neck and pulled him toward her. She kissed him deeply, her tongue venturing into his mouth as she shifted under him to get closer.
Spike began guiding his cock into her. She knew the waiting must be torture for him, but despite all his efforts to ready her for this moment, it still didn't go easily. Her body tightened and shut him out of its own accord.
"Try to relax, Sweetie." Spike kissed her throat, working his way up to her ear. He nibbled on her lobe, his husky voice reaching inside her. "I won't hurt you."
She drew a deep breath, releasing it slowly. Sweetie Belle reminded herself that she was with the man she loved and the moment she had dreamed for so long. Her nervousness would ruin it all if she didn't let it go. She slipped her arms around him and her thighs unclenched.
Spike swept her hair from her eyes and gave her a quick kiss. He watched her expression as he eased inside her. She bit her lower lip and raised her hips to meet the slow glide of his cock. The further he penetrated, the fuller she became, her body stretching to accommodate him. She didn't think she could take him all, but he kept pushing, kissing her and whispering soothing words, until finally he was inside her completely. The sigh that came from him sounded like one of relief when he finally ruptured her hymen.
She moistened her lips and met his gaze, absorbing the painful sensation and trying to overcome it. "All I can feel is you," she said. "We're a perfect fit."
"I know." He kissed her and withdrew partway before thrusting slowly back in.
Despite the lingering pain, Sweetie Belle arched her back and held onto him, pulling him closer. She wanted the weight of him pinning her down, wanted to feel every flex of his muscles. He nuzzled the space under her chin and plunged again. Her mouth opened and she let out a moan, still sensitive from the previous times he'd made her come.
Spike rested on his elbow, slipping his other hand beneath her. He lifted her hips, his gaze moving over her as he filled her with one controlled thrust after another. She'd finally got used to the sensation of having him inside her when he dipped his head and made a sound against her throat that was somewhere between a laugh and a roar. "You're so tight," he said. "I don't want to hurt you but I can barely hold back."
Each time he pushed inside her he moved with greater ease, and with each retreat Sweetie Belle felt surprisingly empty. "I don't want you to hold back," she said, running her fingers through his hair. "I'm not as fragile as you think. You won't break me."
The sound he made this time was all groan. His restraint snapped and his lips met hers, his tongue thrusting into her mouth just as his cock thrust into her body. Sweetie Belle wrapped her legs around him, linking her ankles together. She gripped the underside of his straining biceps, loving that he let her see this side of him. He'd always been so serious and formal. It made her stomach flutter to see him lose control.
He took over with his strength, overwhelming her with the heat in his kiss. He drove into her again and again, gaining momentum with each plunge. He pulled his mouth away to draw a deep breath. The force of his body made her close her eyes and tilt her head back in pleasure. The need for release built again despite having been there twice.
His pace increased and she jolted beneath him, gasping for breath. His chest rubbed her tingling nipples. He bent his head and moved his lips over her throat, leaving damp kisses on her skin. Sweetie Belle dug her fingertips into his shoulders, lifting her hips to meet his thrusts. She felt his clenched stomach muscles against hers, his strong arms either side of her.
Her climax took her by surprise. Her thighs clamped around him and her body twisted. A husky cry tore from her and she thrummed with pleasure, quaking beneath him.
Spike swore and gathered her into his arms, pressing his cheek to hers. He slammed inside her over and over, breathing hard against her flushed skin. His intensity thrilled her, his thrusts bringing on little aftershocks that trickled through her. He held her so close she felt the rumble move through his chest. He jerked against her and the rumble exploded into a loud groan as he came.
His belly tightened and his body shuddered with the effort. He collapsed against her, his heart thumping and his laboured breaths filling her ear. Sweetie Belle unhooked her ankles from around him and let her legs relax. She ran her hands over his back and let the quiet settle between them, basking in his closeness and the warmth of his body.
"Is it always like that?" she asked, stroking his green hair.
He turned his head and kissed her, his lips soft and warm. "Only when it is with you."
Sweetie Belle smiled and moved beneath him to get more comfortable. He remained inside her and she wasn't in any hurry for him to go anywhere. "It wasn't...It wasn't what I expected."
He propped himself up on his elbows and a lazy smile hovered at his mouth as he looked her over. "Are you criticizing my performance?"
"No." She let out a soft giggle and then sobered when she thought back to everything he'd done for her. Her fingertip traced his collarbone, her eyes following the movement. "No, I'm just glad I waited and had my first time with you. You made it unforgettable."
Something in her expression must have given her away because he said, "I feel a 'but' coming on."
She couldn't look at him just yet. There were probably better times to have this conversation but if she put it off it would only make her more nervous. Her heart felt like it was pounding in her throat. "I feel something for you - more than something - and I don't want that to be my last time with you."
He placed his palms on either side of her face and kissed the tip of her nose. His mouth touched hers and his thumbs stroked her cheeks. "I don't either," he said.
She smiled and closed her eyes feeling a weight lift off her - figuratively. She could handle the literal one staying right where he was for as long as he wanted. "Don't feel too smug," she said. "It's only because you made me feel so good."
"Uh huh." His kiss was slow and deep, a leisurely meeting of lips, a soft flicker of tongue. "I suppose I’m that good because I have the soul of a powerful dragon inside of me."
“The soul of a dragon? Can’t say I disagree with that. And what kind of soul do I have?” Sweetie Belle seemed entertained with the idea.
“You…you are a pony. My little pony” he said, at the same time he caressed her head with lovingly care.
The rasp in his deep voice had her drawing a steadying breath. She always seemed to feel lightheaded around him. "I already know you on the inside," she said. Her eyes opened again and her hands skimmed down his spine, curving over the bare ass that was hard and muscled like the rest of him. "Now I want to get to know you better on the outside."
"That's fine with me. I suppose Apple Bloom and Scotaloo are going to be back soon," he said, referring to her housemates. "Come back to my place. Stay with me tonight."
Sweetie Belle lifted her arms above her head and stretched. Her breasts squashed against his chest, making heat flash in his eyes. "On one condition," she said, pleased with the reaction she'd stirred in him.
"And what's that?" He lowered his head to nibble her neck.
"You let me give you that kiss I wanted to give you earlier and…a couple of spanks wouldn’t hurt either" The groan that vibrated against her skin told her he appreciated her forwardness.
He reached up to cup her breasts and she felt him grow hard inside her all over again. The connection, the feeling of intimacy between them, warmed her from the inside out. Her hips moved slowly back and forth, a sensation of lightness spreading through her as she watched him.
She saw into his eyes, there was no longer pain and fear in them; he was no longer seeing her sister on his mind. She held onto his forearms, feeling as if she was about to take the ride of her life...in more ways than one.
“So that’s everything you have to report, Crystal?” Rarity’s voice was calm and collected.
The slave was bowing her head. “That’s right my Queen, everything went according to your expectations.”
“Just tell me…is my sister…happy?” Rarity looked the other way.
Crystal seemed to doubt a little, but then answered firmly. “I believe so, my Queen. She seems to enjoy her time with the dragon.”
“Good” A very subtle smile formed in Rarity lips. “I had my differences with Spike and my sister in the past…but I believe he is the man she deserves.”
The slave Crystal bowed he head. “Is there anything else you need, my Queen?”
“Nothing for now darling. Relax a little, and stop following my sister, I know everything I needed already.” Rarity put a hand over the bump on her abdomen. “I want to spend some quality time with my son, please, don’t let anyone enter my chambers for the next couple of hours. I want to read him a story. Perhaps something about ponies.”
“As you wish, my Queen.” Bowing her head, Crystal left without saying anything else.
This is but one of the legends of which the ponies speak…
Once upon a time, there was a land, not entirely unlike this one, called Equestria. In that land, a war was fought between two races, the Crystal Ponies and the Umbrum forces.
The Umbrum creatures feed on fear, and were strong enough to pose a threat to the whole land of Equestria. In their desperate hour, the Crystal Ponies devised a strategy to defeat and seal the Umbrum once and for all.
A weapon was created, a heart made of crystal, with the power to banish and seal the Umbrum. Using the power of such artifact, the Crystal Ponies won the conflict, and send the Umbrum forever to the depths of the Arctic North, never to be seen again. The Crystal Ponies with peace at last, formed a civilization over the body of their enemies, and enshrined the weapon in order to forever maintain its superiority over the Umbrum forces.
Or so, history goes.
King Sombra opened his eyes.
It felt good to have a whole body of flesh and blood again at his disposal. All the pawns have done exactly what they were supposed to do.
He smiled with his newly formed face, and he thought about the stupid and foolish human. The idiot who believed right to his pitifiul end, that he was the reincarnation of King Sombra.
In truth, the Crystal Ponies only thought that the Umbrum menace was defeated. The strongest among the Umbrum manifested in a crystal at the arctic north of Equestria, and then, corrupted the first pony they made contact with, which happened to be none other than the princess of the unicorn tribe, Platinum.
The princess never realized what had happened to her. But slowly and steadily, the Umbrum corrupted her heart from inside, preying on her vices and making her a sinister shadow of her generous self.
Soon, Platinum became the sole leader and queen of the Unicorn tribe, even though she was relegated to a secondary place when the sun and moon sisters became the rulers of the land. Platinum accepted her subservient role superficially, but deep down, she was raging with resentment and fear, feelings that were festered by the Umbrum on her heart.
King Sombra remembered when he presented himself to the human who shared his name. It was just matter of creating a stupid fake story and a false prophecy to convince the fool. The idiot believed every word, convinced of his own destiny ad greatness.
Gifted with only a small fragment of his magical power, the human went mad with rage and arrogance. The importance he gave to the dragon was the greatest proof of his inferiority. For the real King Sombra, the dragon was just a means to an end, he couldn’t care less about his fate, he was clearly an inferior who lacked any real importance. But the human gave far too much importance to the dragon, marking him as an equal.
Even without taking into account his weakness and stupidity, the death of the human was necessary. The universe only needed one King Sombra, and the man was a loose end that needed to be removed, even if he was a fake king.
Queen Platinum married and ruled his lands with prosperity and peace, for a time. Everypony loved and respected the couple. They couldn’t imagine what was coming.
The Umbrum inside Platinum heart saw his chance at last. In order to achieve revenge on the Crystal Ponies, and liberate their people, they would need to be able to send an agent into the Crystal Empire. Such a thing was impossible for the Umbrum themselves, which were removed from their physical bodies by the crystal heart. But…if Platinum was manipulated accordingly, perhaps she could harness enough dark energy to create a physical ponylike body for the Umbrum to use.
When King Sombra was defeated by the crystal heart, it was true that he ascended to a higher plane of existence. But it was not a mere mistake or coincidence, it was expected, because he was not a physical being to begin with.
While King Sombra watched the realities, he found a person fit for his ends. It was not the foolish human Sombra, but actually the woman named Rarity. He infested her heart, and for many years lay dormant in her, letting loose her worst qualities and corrupting her heart. But he was not looking for a lover. Her role was to be far more important than that.
Influenced by the Umbrum inside her heart, Queen Platinum cheated on her husband. And not just that, she made sure that everyone save the King himself would know about her depravity. At first, the queen was reluctant, but slowly, the Umbrum grasp on her heart was strong enough to completely degenerate her self.
The pain of her husband, and the pain of everypony who loved the couple, nurtured the darkness inside the queen. The people who admired and respected the couple was crushed, and yet, they were unable to muster the courage to try and stop her, nor they were able to stop watching the horrible depravity of the queen, to the bitter end.
King Sombra thought about Rarity, While he had been able to corrupt her heart almost completely, there still was something amiss. The love she had for her sister was far more powerful than whatever feelings she had for the dragon. Her love for her sister gave Rarity some self control, and allowed her to overcame the corruption inside her heart, if only slightly.
Not that he cared that much anyway. Rarity had done her job, if the dragon or anypony else was happy and had a joyful existence it was of little relevance for him. King Sombra glorious return was a sealed fact. And in this world there was nothing and no one that could prevent it.
Finally, Queen Platinum got pregnant by her lover. But the foal in her body was not a regular one. The creature inside her was in appearance a regular pony, but contained the Umbrum spirit who had gained physical form, and powers beyond imagination thanks to the suffering of the people who watched the twisted and corrupted nature of his conception.
Platinum gave birth to a unicorn colt. A dark gray foal with a black spiky mane and tail. Alone and rejected by everypony, without a single ounce of love on her heart, Platinum was unable to gather enough strength to survive giving birth to such a creature. She left her foal alone and defenseless, a creature holding inside him the darkness of an entire race waiting for revenge. When he was finally found by somepony, he was alone, confused and speaking a single word, a word with which he named himself, the name that marked him as a son of the Umbrum: 'Sombra'.
For he was the true King Sombra, gestating on Rarity’s body. A body he corrupted himself for his designs. Nurtured by the angst and despair of the world around them and the sinister circumstances of his conception.
King Sombra felt the loving hand of his mother caressing the soft flesh around him just as she had finished her story. The womb was comfortable, but he was not going to miss the place in a couple of months. It was a strange feeling...inside she was quite different from Platinum. While Platinum was weak, easily manipulated, and unable to feel love by his influence, Rarity was strong, able to overcome his darkness if only slightly with her personality and her love for her sister. There was also something else about her, and the way she lovingly talked to him in her womb, something nostalgic in her generosity and her voice...something that if just for a second, send him back to his early years and reminded him of a special somepony. Nonetheless, Sombra decided to ignore such foolish notions.
It was going to be interesting, he thought. To live as a human. In the world of humans, with his abilities at optimal condition, he was sure the possibilities would far exceed what he could do in Equestria. With no crystal heart anywhere in sight, no need to release a race of creatures that he no longer hold any loyalty for whatsoever, and with his magical powers back, he was going to be a true king among the inferior humans. And just as he felt the first time, when his destiny and powers were unlocked by the Umbrum crystal, he felt an unlimited dark power running trough his blood.
And that, gave him the ultimate feeling of superiority.
Author's Note
“So, have you thought on any names for our baby, Spike?"
"Of course. Spike Jr."
"And what if it is a girl?"
"Uhmmm...Sweetie Belle Jr.?"
"I was thinking Hope...or Radiance... or some mix of the two. It has a nice ring to it. And I am sure this baby will be a girl."
