Tapping her hoof down nervously, Rarity awaited Twilight at the same spot. She really did not want to be the bad mare twice in a month, but she knew deep down this had to be done. She heard a faint squeaking behind her, and turned around, already in the mental capacity to dish out the pain.

“Look Twilight...” she said, only to stop, both in voice and mind.

Her eyes gazed upon a mare that was strutting her shiny provocative body towards her, the long lashes folding as time had slowed down upon them, the extravagant haircut familiar but new all the same.

”My dear Celestia, Twilight, is that you?” Rarity cried, darting in closer to look at The Specter.

The wicked entity replied in kind, striking a daring pose, and shoving her flak so near Rarity that the rubber smell entered her nostrils, making her woozy and disorientated for a brief moment, not to mention flustered.

“Please darling, take it easy!” was all she could reply, blushing profusely and looking around as to check if nobody else had seen this lewd display.

The Specter placed her booted hoof onto Rarity’s horn, and a feint spark lit up. For the Specter it was just a small buzz, but for Rarity, the whole town began to spin, as she nearly fainted from the rush of endorphin. She almost forgot to tell Twilight that this was in vain, but tried once more.

“Please Twily dear, listen to me, this us, can’t simply work! I...”

Rarity’s speech was stopped by a stiff whip to her cheek, as one of the layers or rubber rose from the outfit, and gave her a true disciplinarian smack. Her skin burned, but also he fire that raged inside was intoxicating. Such a perverted act, in public. Rarity, taught like a filly. Rarity’s mind raced for a reply, but the only one was for more. What was going on, and more importantly, since when was she so...

”Kinky...” she whispered, as the Specter, in a very motherly way, rubbed the smacked cheek with her rubber, making Rarity coo, and the then blush.

As she did so, The Specter smiled, the smile itself hidden behind the mask. The same stripe of rubber now rose her neck, only to snap on, forming a visible rubber collar, one which The Specter quickly used as a leash for Rarity.

“Oh, no, please! Not the town square!” Rarity begged, again completely red in the face. She was in panic, but not only for her public image, but the fact her body seemed to become more aroused as she realized what could unfold.

The first ponies who noticed this kinky display whispered already, as the two stood right in front the biggest crowd that night in Ponyville. Rarity could feel their eyes, burning holes in her ego. She looked on nervously as a few laughed, some gasped, and oddly enough, some only smiled, as if to approve this new image she was getting.

The Specter stopped her walking with a obvious pull of the leash, and Rarity fell onto her behind. Quickly, her captor placed her covered folds onto her face, pushing the rubber inside with Rarity’s muzzle. Rarity knew what this meant, and began to lick. The only good thing was that she could not see the shocked faces, but she could hear them completely.

“So she is a lesbian! You owe me 30 bits Snails!”

“Ah great, so she really is just a gold-digger!”

“What a pervert!”

“My, my, she just rose from a 8 to a 10!”

“Oh my, so I do have a chance!”

The voices were mostly negative, with a few loud positive ones. Rarity knew her public image was being ruined, one she had worked so hard for, but somehow it only made her licking quicker, her moans louder and her desire deeper.

The Specter felt this as well, and using her magic, decided to speed up the erosion. A new strip of rubber was now bonding around Rarity, this one grabbing the collar and her tail, lifting it so her eager folds were always naked and exposed, showing everyone that this was not something she had to endure, but something she was eager to show to the others.

Then, just as Rarity focused only on the licking of the rubber covered vagina, her tail got pulled again, lifting her up, her saliva still drooling from her muzzle. The Specter had enough, although, by her eyes one could see that the licking did have the desired effect.

Ruthlessly and methodical, Rarity was bent over, and smacked with the rubber strap that her captor had one again produced, with her wet needing pussy pointed at the biggest crowd that watched in fear and awe.

“Ah!” she moaned, as a firm smack hit her right there. The physical pain and numbness was nothing as the rush of adrenaline coming from the fact she was schooled once again. She was simply not good enough for the Specter, and this idea began to fester inside her mind, tears forming from the pain and more importantly, the realization she really was not.

A new smack confirmed her fears. Rarity, not good enough. More smacks reddened her rear, but her fluids simply continued on, as if to say to the crowd that the most stylish and cultured mare in their town was nothing than a horny needy perverted slut.

Rarity knew that this was not the case, but her mind was still in pain. Pain from the fast she was not good enough, for this sexy beast that lurked inside Twilight. If only she had known, if only Twilight had been like this from the start. But it was too late now, she was not good enough.

“I am sorry Specter, I should have said yes! You are the best fit for me, and I love you!” she screamed, stopping the spanking. The public was already silent, not sure what to make of this display of public humiliation and utter dominance. Some were appalled, some intrigued, while most were simply shocked.

Then, using the collar, the Specter turned Rarity and kissed her, the rubber in between them, making Rarity inhale the musk it created. It seemed to last a lifetime, and as Rarity opened her eyes, and looked at those of the Specter, she knew. She was indeed not good enough, but she could become, at a price.

Placing the exhausted mare on her back, the Specter carried her towards her castle, and into the basement. Once there, she lowered her next to the new suit.

Rarity woke up, her neck and behind aching, and her pride all but destroyed. Yet, she only felt content, happy in the knowledge there was a way, a way to be good enough. As she looked up, she saw her goddess. She was looking at her with intent, not moving, and almost not breathing or blinking.

The Specter pointed at the suit, making Rarity gasp. Of course, this was the way, her way too become worthy! Slowly, she levitated the boots, and placed her hooves in. The buzz as she snapped the lovely rubber garments on echoed in her mind. For a moment, she forgot where she was, but that did not matter, as the euphoria she gained was worth the cost, whatever it was.

As she moved the catsuit towards her, she whispered: “Kinky...”, much to her captors pleasure.

The pieces, much like Twlight before, snapped violently onto her, forming a solid rubbery heaven around her. Then she heard a voice, one familiar, but deeper and seductive.

“Yes, come to us, become worthy of our love Rarity...”

She was nearing her goal, and as she snapped the corset on she knew. Each tighter grip confirmed her idea. She was never going to be worth enough. Rarity was never going to be worthy enough. The solution was clear, she simply had to stop being Rarity.

“Not good enough...” she whispered anew, her breath short and full of wicked desire.

“Good, good, squish her right out, she is not good enough, and let us in...”

The mare replied in kind, pushing her torso in, and her old motives out. Her desires were not important anyway, her love for others as well. Each push was violent, but needed. Her childhood, her friends, and even her sister were squished inside the depths of her mind. Only after only the name and her skills were left, did the mare stop.

“Wonderful... Now take us in... Strap into Us. We are...”

Quickly, the white mare snapped the headpiece on, and accepted her new fate. Tears of joy and a drooling smile, were covered by the rubber. Then, her mind was being rewarded, rewarded by perfection. Her magical skills became superb, as the Specter used the knowledge from the first first mare it gathered. In return, they learned the art of seduction, or rather subversion, as well as first class designing. In that moment, the name Rarity faded away, and only Specter remained.

The two mares looked at each other, blinking at the same time. The long lashes on both indicated they were now one. The two smiled in unison, feeling the same joy, and sharing the same thought. With their minds now a mixture, a new consciousness, there was no turning back. Even if the princesses were to defeat them, neither mare could ever be the same. They were now together, in every way.

“...Specter.”

The bed had two new suits now, one for each member. The more the Specter was, the faster it grew. This brought a smile to their faces, and the two mares lifted them up, eager to give more of their friends the chance to be good enough. With a nod, they moved out of the basement, and into the night that had befallen Ponyville in the meantime. Each had now a mission, and that mission was simple, more ponies were to be joined, in thought, in mind, in the Specter.

The only dilemma was, who was the mare to be given this heaven first?

Author's Note

And then two became one, in a way. I am unclear if more should be written. And the reason why I left the ending is simple. I want to hear which mare, or dare I say stallion seems to be the one my readers want to see next. Hope you enjoy reading it!