Rarity's Secret Playground
Chapter 1 [version: 1.00]
The city of Yorm was massive. Towering structures of stone and glass. Wide roads filled with vehicles of all types. A busy metropolis dotted with green parks. It was a place of wealth and peace.
"I call upon the forces of Chaos and Madness. Lend us your power!" Smitty Werben Jaegerman Jensen called into the clear blue sky, his smooth palms facing skyward.
One man in the surrounding crowd leaned into his friend and whispered, "You think this might be a bad idea?"
The second man scoffed at such a notion. "This is Chaos Magic, not that soul devouring Dark Magic garbage. Nothing could possibly go wrong."
Moira Park was filled with hundreds of robbed individuals, all contributing their will to the lost art of spellcrafting. Smitty, the mayor, stood at the center of the gathering where he acted as their mediator to the Ancients. For some time he chanted words from a dead language.
"Please, sprinkle on us but even a small portion of your energies," he pleaded. "Help us, for we poor mortals are bored!"
They were here because there was nothing to do. Crime was at an all-time low, the economy was strong, the hospitals were empty, and, to top it all off, their sports teams had won so many games in a row now that the other teams just surrendered as soon as they showed up. They wanted--no, they NEEDED something crazy and exciting to happen. Anything to break up the monotony of daily life.
And that's exactly what they got.
The instant Smitty finished the ritual the sky turned crimson, an ominous fog descended on the rooftops, and a great crack of thunder shook the land. Everyone cheered. What wild ride would the forces of chaos have in store for them?
Rarity was a snow white unicorn mare with a violet mane of perfect curls. Her fur was meticulously trimmed and her body was slender with careful dieting. She wore a simple pair of sunglasses and a wide brimmed sun hat with a pink bow tied to the front. There was no doubt that Rarity was a beautiful mare. A classy mare. A working mare. And a mare on the verge of a mental breakdown.
Rarity wandered between the trees of the Everfree Forest with a tired gate, her eyes dull and her hoof falls heavy. The dusty road left fine particles all over her delicate legs, but she did not panic. A bug landed on her back, but she did not scream. A twig was caught in her tail, but she ignored it. She was not herself and that is exactly why she had come to the Everfree Forest.
Rarity soon emerged from the tree line where a small pond surrounded by mud and grass greeted her. Insects buzzed among the cattail plants and a snail slowly trudged through the muck. A patch of algae drifted on an unseen current and fish swam in circles. The whole area stank of nature and grime. It was hardly a place for a Canterlot mare.
Rarity hung her hat and glasses on a branch and approached the pond slowly. Then she stepped down into the mud beach and sighed. A shiver ran up her leg as it sank an inch into the sludge. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she whimpered. Then, without warning, she galloped to the water and all but threw herself in.
Her cannon ball sent waves racing to the far edges of the pond and dirty still water decorated everything in specks of filth. She paddled in place, allowing her mane to fall straight over her back and her tail to unravel behind her. Hours of brushing wasted. Rarity's fur was quickly matted with gunk and the stink of outdoors. This was the opposite of a bath. It was exactly what she needed.
"Oh, it's been too long," she mumbled, letting herself slip below the surface for a moment.
Rarity had to maintain the appearance of a proper lady 24-7. She had to clean, brush, decorate, and refresh every aspect of her appearance every single day. It was madness! The wild girl inside of her was tortured every time she lifted a perfume bottle or put a comb in her mane or opened her makeup kit. Her mind was pushed to the breaking point several times a week and it was only thanks to years of training that she was able to hold her psyche together in public.
But every few months Rarity had to do something, anything, to relieve the pressure. Luckily, she had learned long ago about the power of the Everfree. She wasn't sure how to describe it, but it was like it amplified a pony's deepest desires. The Everfree made Rarity express her rebellious side and do the one thing no pony expected her to do. Get dirty and like it. Forget spas and shopping. This, chaotic nature, was the ultimate stress relief.
Some time passed and Rarity found herself standing in the mud bank, slowly dripping dry. She eyed the helpless snail and felt the primal urge inside her rising. A lady was polite. A lady was generous. A lady did not engage in any kind of barbaric behavior.
But she was Rarity the Lady no longer.
Rarity's hoof crashed down on the shelled creature with all the power her feminine body could muster. Mud went flying and stained her underside, but she merely grinned. She twisted her hoof and felt its flimsy armor crack before the slimy body popped. Then she eyed a centipede, its repulsive snake-like form and that terror inducing swarm of legs. What a vile abomination, she thought. Rarity then raised her back right leg and positioned it over the bug. Her muscles flexed and her ankled twitched. Her hoof dropped and the centipede was plowed into the sludge. The end of its tail pointed out from under her hoof and spasmed once or twice before going still.
Rarity smiled as she stomped through the mud, crushing anything in her path. She giggled when a pesky twig refused to break under her weight. So she jumped on it, dropping out of the sky like a predatory cat, and snapped it with her back hooves. She sighed in satisfaction. Nopony could ever know about this of course. What would her friends think?
Suddenly, a great burst of light blinded Rarity from between the trees!
The white mare hopped back several steps and quickly rubbed the spots from her eyes. Then she blinked and looked up. A slight tremor of fear ran through her as she scanned back and forth, her neck practically creaking. Everything looked the same. Her ears perked, but she didn't hear anything beyond the lazy rustle of the leaves. Rarity glanced skyward, but she didn't see an errant cloud that may have dropped a lightning bolt.
Was somepony out here with her? Practicing magic maybe? She had to investigate. However, her leg froze mid-step. Rarity gave herself a once over and blushed. She was, to put it simply, a mess. So she took a moment to run a magic comb through her hair and shook the worst of the grime from her limbs before venturing after the mysterious light. She wasn't entirely clean or proper, but she could easily make an excuse if she had to.
With that thought in mind, she took off into the trees in search of this mysterious unicorn who trained in the middle of nowhere.
The city of Yorm was about ready to have a parade. Teams had already ventured out into the unknown super-sized forest while thousands of others took to the streets to congratulate each other. They had to get the excitement out quickly before they were called back to work by their greedy bosses. Just because something impossible happens doesn't mean you get to be lazy after all.
Smitty's sleek black limo skid to a halt outside his office and the decorated mayor leapt out to a quick round of applause from the nearby citizens. A news chopper circled overhead and a huge grin dominated his face as he climbed the stairs of town hall. Before disappearing inside, he turned and nodded at his fine city. In the distance, trees towered into the sky well beyond any natural size and the smallest sapling was easily as tall as any structure he had to boast. Yorm had been moved to a bizarre new world and its people were ready and willing to explore and conquer it. Like modern day colonists.
His grin only grew.
"I am the New Columbus," he laughed.
"So where are the angry natives?" asked his dimwitted assistant.
"Scared?" he teased.
The smaller man cradled a stack of folders to his chest. "W-well..."
"Oh hush. There is no 'native' our modern technology can't handle," he assured with a powerful back slap. "The Chaos Gods did exactly what we asked. They put us on the road to adventure!"
At that moment his cellphone rang, vibrating against his chest uncomfortably. Smitty quickly lifted it to his ear, but the first words he heard left him blinking in confusion. "What? Say again."
"Sir. There is a... 4, maybe 500, foot unicorn standing on the edge of town."
Rarity couldn't comprehend what she was seeing. Her mind was utterly locked up and her muscles seemed to act on their own, pulling her forward. Step after step she approached. It was only the change in the texture beneath her hooves that finally made her pause and look down. The pavement beneath her hooves was cracking under her weight and a swarm of little creatures were slowly backing away from her. Her gaze drifted back up again, blinking in shock.
The city reminded her a lot of Manehattan, except that everything was tiny. The streets were so narrow that there was less than an inch of free space on either side for her shoulders. The average building barely reached her chin. Vehicles like bloated jelly beans littered the roadway. And last, but certainly not least, the inhabitants were strange little bipeds who were a bit taller than sprinkles stood upright.
Rarity felt the primal urge rising in her again. She had to know. She couldn't resist. They built cities, but they were bugs compared to her. She had to... to feel them against her plush soles.
Deliberately, Rarity's snow white hoof rose into the air. The humans didn't move. She levitated her hoof above a lone individual. He stared up at her grime covered foot where scraps of dirt and slime still clung. Then she began to lower her hoof. The man fell back and threw his hands in the air. Rarity's ear twitched at the squeak that might have been a scream, but her brain was too busy to consider it. She could feel his minuscule hands beating against her flesh. The tickling sensation was identical to any insect she'd ever crushed before.
Rarity's fur stood on end and she shivered. A pleasurable sigh left her muzzle. Carefully, she increased the weight. The human's furious struggles intensified and the joy she received doubled. That dark part in her mind cackled as she increased the weight further. The body beneath Rarity's hoof cracked and a wet sensation massaged her sole. Suddenly red juice squirted out and her foot connected with the tarmac and shattered it.
Her mane bounced as she gasped. Then Rarity giggled when she realized the creature had popped.
The teeny bugs were squeaking as they fled from her now. While the narrow road would make it difficult to chase them Rarity still needed to squish more of them. That sensation was the best thing in the world. She'd bulldoze her way through these pesky buildings if she had to!
So with a playful wiggle of her rump, the mare dashed in-between the buildings and stomped after her new playthings.
Edward tore down the middle of the road as fast as he could. People still in their cars desperately threw them in reverse and bowled over their fellow terrified citizens until they hit another car or a light pole. Someone must have hit a fire-hydrant up ahead because a jet of water shot into the air. There were so many screams and the rhythmic vibrations of the unicorn's steps made everyone stumble over and over. Several people fell and were quickly trampled by others as they tried to get away.
Edward's red hair was already matted with sweat. He could feel his heart trying to burst out of his chest. Why hadn't he taken track like his father told him to? His arms and legs pumped like they never had before. Adrenaline surged. Time seemed to slow down. All those flopping shirts and pants. Those shoes blurred with motion. Edward could feel every drop of perspiration as it left his skin. He had never felt so alive as he did now when he was sure he was about to die.
Someone next to him shrieked. A woman, he thought. Then he was flying sideways. She had shoved him to the side. Why had she done that? And why was it suddenly dark? He felt his back collide with the curb and spit flew from his mouth. His spine cried out in pain, but he was the lucky one.
Just beyond his sneakers, a mighty wall of white crashed into the street on top of the woman who had pushed him. She disappeared with a sickening crunch and his whole body bounced and landed on the curb a second time. But he hardly noticed. He stared at that immovable wall as a dash of crimson began to seep up from the crater it had dug into the road. Time was still sluggish for him as a second hoof moved past on the opposite side of the street, landing on other helpless humans with an equally sickening squish. Then the hoof in front of him began to rise.
The man watched as organs and flesh stretched between the mighty sole and the sunken tarmac. Almost like the twisted remains were trying to bind that huge foot to the ground.
Edward took several breaths as the world shook again when one of the huge equine's back hooves landed just behind the crater in front of him. He felt his body lift from the tremor, but his eyes remained fixed on the pool of mutilated gore. Edward couldn't move. His eyes were frozen, his legs were paralyzed, and his emotions were all over the place. What should he feel? He was still alive and she had died.
The ground vibrated with yet another step as the monster continued to move deeper into the city and Edward continued to sit there on the side of the road, useless. Eventually his head drifted up and around. There was so much destruction. So much blood. So many screams.
Rarity stomped her way into the thickest part of the crowd and paused. She titled her head down to watch the show as humans knocked each other over just to get away from her enormous red painted hooves. While she stood there, unmoving, she happened to notice those behind her weren't running. They must have thought they were safe. Rarity giggled to herself.
She lifted her back left leg and let it hover over a small group who had fallen over after her last stomp and decided not to get up. Now the bugs suddenly scrambled, like mice scampering down a pipe. Her rump tightened and her hoof dropped. Rarity moaned. Their bodies liquefied with the smallest bit of pressure and blood pooled around the crater. With a smirk, Rarity twisted her hoof and a satisfying snap tickled her ears.
But she was suddenly pulled from her musings when a pinch shot up her front right leg and made her actually recoil. Rarity, now balanced on three hooves, found that one of the tiny creatures had rammed her delicate foot with their strange vehicle.
"That's not very nice," she pouted.
Smoke rose from the front of the jellybean sized blue box and the human remained inside, possibly trapped. With a slight scowl, Rarity lowered her injured leg over the attacker and waited a few moments. Then she began to press. The minuscule vehicle squealed, or maybe that was the creature inside, Rarity couldn't tell. Nor did she care as the crunching continued. Inch by inch her shoe forced the metallic box in on itself and eventually into the ground. Nearby people screamed and sprinted away. Not like they'd get far though.
Finally, Rarity felt her hoof meet the tarmac and an almost imperceptible jet of crimson splattered out to the side. She smirked triumphantly. That would teach them to attack her.
Her gaze drifted ahead to an intersection where a huge skyscraper waited. The glass acted like a mirror and she could just make out herself in the reflection. With a hum, she casually made her way towards it, stepping on any human too slow to get out of the way of her hooves.
A car swerved out of control below and plowed into a newspaper stand. Sheets of paper flew across the road and into people's faces. Rarity snorted at the sight. So pathetic, she thought.
Pearl's hand came away from the back of her neck coated in a sticky red liquid. Her small blue eyes were wet with coming tears, but her mind was pulled from the intense pain when the road in front of her was suddenly replaced with a white mass and a loud boom shook her car. She gasped and immediately started to struggle with her seatbelt.
"No, please god, let go!" she howled. But the buckle wouldn't release.
Outside her cracked windshield dozens of people practically flew past her. No one even trying to open the door to help her.
"Please help me!" she bawled.
Then the hoof rose up out of sight.
Her body froze, her hands locked in place over the red button that should have granted her freedom. Bits of rock and flesh slipped from the underside of that tremendous foot and rained down on the helpless citizens. Pearl screamed when a mass of... something covered in blood, splattered on the hood of her car. She could feel herself hyperventilating in slow motion as she waited for the inevitable crunch.
Then the car bounced and she heard concrete being crushed along with dozens of human bodies. For a few precious seconds all Pearl could hear was her own breathing. Then she began to chuckle, even as the huge unicorn's hind hoof landed in front of her. She was out of the beast's sight and obviously safe.
Pearl lost track of the world around her as mad cackles filled the tiny vehicle. She had made it. She was a survivor.
Rarity scowled over her shoulder. Why did they always relax after she passed? Were they clueless to how easy it was for her to step backwards? She'd have to show them. So Rarity lifted one of her back legs and moved in the opposite direction. That crashed car seemed like a good target...
Pearl snorted as she wiped a tear from her eye. "Thank you lord, thank you," she blubbered into the steering wheel.
Then, without explanation, a loud creak assaulted her ears and the roof began to cave in! The windshield shattered, sending glass into her face. Something metallic snapped and she could feel the car sinking towards the ground.
Pearl flailed in her seat, finally managing to pull the buckle apart before she noticed the shadow. Looking out the driver side window, she saw a blood soaked mass pressing down on her vehicle. Her eyes widened as the available space continued to shrink. At a constant rate the car deformed above her. By the time her hand flew to the handle to try and make her escape, it was too late. The door was already bent inward with the rest of the frame. Soon the ceiling was crashing into the top of the seats.
Pearl hopelessly beat against the descending roof as her body squirmed for another route. But as she crawled toward the now empty space where a windshield had once been, a loud pop filled her ears and the whole car shot downwards. The tires had exploded from the pressure and now she was bleeding from her forehead. She moaned, the world going blurry as she lay on the dashboard. The ceiling rolled over her back and continued to press. Pearl managed a short scream before the repetitive snaps and gurgles drowned her out.
The vehicle felt like a wrinkled candy wrapper. It was hardly as nice and squishy as a live squirming bug. But the renewed panic that started around her rear was enough to make Rarity laugh. She only fired the helpless creatures up more when she gave her back hoof a quick twist.
Sighing happily, Rarity stepped toward the "mirror", mindlessly crushing additional empty automobiles as she moved. Looking at herself, Rarity fluttered her eyes and adopted a cute pose. Then she turned slightly, her behind crashing into another structure. She paid it no attention as she looked herself over, starting with her cutie mark. Then her gaze drifted up to her straight boring mane.
She blinked. She'd completely forgotten how dreadful she looked after her morning swim. Taking a second to look around, she was mildly disappointed to find the streets were deserted. Shrugging, she used her magic to form a comb and began to brush her hair. She sat back on her rump and used her blood soaked hoof to help before realizing the red stains she was spreading through her delicate locks. Snorting once, she scraped the gore off her foot with a flick of magic and went right back to work fixing her mane.
Suddenly, a bit of movement caught her eye from the skyscraper turned personal mirror. Rarity squinted. Then she wanted to slap herself.
Inside, dozens of little eyes were watching her clean herself up through the glass. Rarity blushed and instinctively moved her hooves to cover herself. She felt so naughty having an audience, but it gave her an idea. If the little bugs were scared of her, but stupid enough to relax after she moved past them, then maybe...
Larry had tanned skin and a simple gray button shirt. In his hands was a forgotten stack of papers meant for the copy machine, but he was currently busy staring out the window. Larry, along with many of his coworkers, had gathered around the glass wall to watch the huge mare style her mane with the building acting as her mirror. A dozen sets of jaws gaped at the sight even as a tv in the back buzzed with the news story.
"...property damage is already estimated to be in the millions and the death toll is estimated in the hundreds," a young female reporter droned seriously into her microphone over the whir of helicopter blades. "But it is difficult to get an exact count because most of the victims are... most of the bodies have been completely destroyed..."
"Hey, guys?" someone at the window spoke up. "Maybe we should evacuate."
It was at that time the 450 foot mare stood up and took two steps towards the office building before she reared up on her hind legs. Everyone tumbled to the floor as the whole structure shook and the lights flickered. People panicked as a pair of lips as thick as busses began to fog up the glass.
"Hello there, darlings," it said seductively. Gently. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize your kind were intelligent. Would one of you little things be brave enough to come talk to me?" she whimpered.
The windows vibrated with her words, but no one moved. Larry's eyes were the size of dinner plates. He could already see himself on the front page of tomorrow's paper and sitting down for a thousand live interviews. This was his chance to save lives and get his name in the history books. No more fixing copying machines. It was time to be a hero!
While his fellow suits stared, Larry puffed out his chest and hurled a desk chair at the window. Because they weren't designed to open he had to improvise, but it was all for a good cause. And it wasn't like anyone would care about another bill in light of the mass reconstruction that was going to be needed anyway.
Rarity recoiled quickly as a small object burst through one of the minuscule windows and plunged to the world below. She felt an involuntary grin spreading her cheeks as one of the creatures she'd just been massacring stood in the opening.
"Why hello there, darling," she began, careful to keep her voice low. "What is your name?"
"Larry!" it shouted to make sure she heard.
"And my name is Rarity," she replied with a suppressed giggle. "May I ask what manner of creature you all are?"
"We're humans! Mammals. Kind of like monkeys, you know? Uh, the point is you need to be careful!"
"Oh," Rarity pouted cutely, "I said I was sorry." Her lip quivered and tears built in her eyes. Larry seemed taken off guard by her acting. "I can't have done that much damage. Surely there are plenty of you."
It took him a moment to respond. "There are eight million people in the city of Yorm, but that doesn't mean we're disposable."
Rarity couldn't stop herself, her whole face just lit up. "Eight... million?" Eight million toys, she thought.
"Yes and you've hurt a lot of people already."
"I thought you were just bugs," she said with a fake sniffle.
Larry scratched the back of his head. "It's okay. You just need to move very slowly out of the city until this gets sorted out."
Like I'd ever leave a playground like this, she thought.
Suddenly, several gun shots rang out and Rarity felt what must have been a dozen insignificant stings on her rear. Regardless, she yelped quite loudly and blew Larry back into office.
Rarity's head quickly swiveled in search of a cause, which wasn't hard to spot. Behind her a line of white and black cars with flashing blue and red lights blocked the road from once she came. Humans wearing matching uniforms stood behind their vehicles with various firearms aimed up at her large equine derriere.
"This is the Official Yorm Police Department!" an old nasally voice blared from a megaphone. Though to Rarity it wasn't very intimidating. "Surrender or we will be forced to... use... force," the male voice threatened somewhat awkwardly.
Rarity raised a disbelieving eyebrow.
"Miss Rarity, are you okay!?" Larry shouted in concern.
The unicorn regarded him for a moment and blushed. His clothes were such a mess. He reminded her of a certain brash pegasus she knew.
"What a gentlecolt," Rarity mumbled. "I'm fine. Thank you for the pleasant conversation, little human Larry. Take care, I have a few things I need to do right now. Maybe we can get together again some day."
With that, she let her front hooves drop to the street below with a loud crash. The police line was rocked and nearby cowering humans chewed their nails. What was she going to do?
Rarity analyzed her situation for a moment and immediately came to the conclusion she couldn't turn around. The buildings were too close together and she wouldn't be spinning around unless she completely demolished one of the surrounding towers. Which sounded like a bit of work for the dainty mare.
Instead, she took two steps back and covered the line of cars in the shadow of her feminine ass.
"You boys like what you see?" Rarity taunted, wiggling her rear from side to side. Then she flared her tail and crossed her back legs in a sexual manner. The huge mare tittered at how forward she was being.
The officers were silent, their weapons gradually slipping from their shoulders. Even they didn't know if it was arousal or fear that was paralyzing them.
Rarity reached back, accidentally tearing into the building beside her, and rubbed her right cheek. "I bet you've never seen something so beautiful before. Too bad this will be the last rarity you ever ogle."
A couple of the men blinked in confusion, but lust kept them in place as those long shapely legs unfurled above them. Rarity's bubbly cheeks swayed so invitingly even as the ground quivered with her movements. Then one of her great white hooves floated into the air and angled towards them, giving the gathered police officers a fantastic view of both her winking sex and her dirty sole in one glance.
But suddenly that hoof was falling on them and there was yelling.
Rarity stepped backwards as quickly and quietly as she could, planting all four of her legs where the line of cars had been. Then she did a quick dance on the tips of her hooves to pound her would-be attackers into the ground. Smash smash smash. The buildings quivered and soon she was standing in a crater of rubble and red paste with the odd twisted bit of metal here and there.
Once satisfied that they had gotten the point, Rarity moved on in search of more humans to crush under her hooves.
A few empty blocks later, Rarity came upon a road that was completely packed. Though the skyscrapers were particularly tall here and she did feel a little boxed in, so was her prey.
Taking only a second to form a plan, Rarity pounced like a cat on the helpless bipeds. The earthquake she created when she landed knocked dozens to the ground and every step she took obliterated at least a dozen lives.
"I'm sorry, little humans. Did I do that?" she teased.
Rarity quickly stomped on a parked truck, its cargo of fruit splattering the entire area. Then she raised her back hoof and purposefully crushed a screaming woman.
"Did Little Miss Rarity do that too?" she whispered.
Crowds fled through the doors of a hotel, jamming the entrance with bodies.
"Here, let this sophisticated mare get that for you," Rarity offered pleasantly.
The entire entryway exploded as bloody rag dolls went flying just before a great white hoof entered the main lobby.
"Oops. Don't run away, it was an accident," she whined dramatically as the street began to clear.
The pale mare took several more steps purposefully on top of cars and humans before they could escape. She liked the feel of the humans more though. It was like walking on miniature grapes that squirmed just before they popped. However, as her arousal became more and more painfully obvious, she found the delicious sensation less and less satisfying.
Even teasing them wasn't enough after a few minutes.
"Is my big bad hoof being mean to you?" she taunted a single man as he beat against the underside of her sole. The tickle was nice, but the burning in her nethers only got worse. Rarity grunted and squished the man before looking around for more. "Hm, what is a needy mare to do?" she thought aloud.
That's when Rarity happened to spy a multitude of humans running inside a gas-station at the next intersection. Raising an eyebrow, and figuring this was yet another opportunity for some fun, she stomped towards the short flat structure and planted a hoof on the roof. But the bugs refused to come out.
"Oh, my legs are sooooo tired," she cried. "I just can't hold them up anymore." The roof creaked and buckled as the residence started begging for mercy. "I sure hope this footstool can hold my delicate manicured hoof," Rarity continued.
Then the building caved and all the humans inside were pulverized into rubble while Rarity stood tall in the debris, a devilish smirk on her muzzle. She could feel a pleasant ebb racing through her body as she reveled in how many lives she had just ended. A drop of pre-cum fell from her pussy and briefly flooded the road like a burst swimming pool.
Rarity moaned with need and windows shook. It was time to change tactics.
Smitty Werben Jaegerman Jensen fell back in his oversized office chair, his eyes bloodshot from staring at the tv screen. "This... isn't what we wanted. We wanted--"
"Excitement," came a cheery voice from behind.
Smitty was briefly confused before he spun to face the floor-to-ceiling window where he spied the intruder. It had a slender snake-like body with numerous animal parts slapped on for good measure. A goat head, a lion arm, an eagle claw, a horse leg, and a lizard leg. Its wings and horns were also mismatched to complete the abomination.
"DISCORD!" Smitty gasped. "God of the gods of chaos!" The man was instantly on the ground by Discord's feet. "Please, I beg of you, undo our foolish wish."
Discord looked down thoughtfully before speaking. "I'm sorry Smitty, but you're not the only one who made a wish. I can't take back--"
"You can't honestly believe anyone in the city wants this to go on," the mayor cut him off.
Discord calmly leaned down and pulled the man to his feet. Dusting off the panicked human's shoulders, Discord chuckled his evil chuckle. "You are absolutely right about that my friend. The entire city made this wish as a whole and now you all want it taken back. However, there's one participant in this scheme that is not yet satisfied."
Smitty stared at the lone eagle claw Discord had held up to his face. "Wh... and who is that? Who could possibly want this to go on?"
Discord inhaled to answer but the room suddenly vibrated and a trail of dust fell into his face making him sneeze. "Excuse me, but I think there is a show to enjoy first."
Discord spun around, somehow simultaneously dropping an arm over the mayor's shoulder and pulling him forward. Then he waved a claw at the scene outside the window.
A gargantuan Rarity stepped away from the ugly gray buildings and into the open green space of Moira Park. The trees were like unruly weeds beneath her hooves and the paths were mere lines in the grass. Behind her levitated a large group of humans who were all desperately beating against their magically constructed prison.
"You have to do something!" Smitty shouted in Discord's ear.
The draconequus flinched, rubbing his abused ear with an annoyed roll of his eyes. "Not until the last wish-maker is satisfied. And, as of right now, she is not." Discord put his forehead against Smitty's, forcing him to make direct eye contact. "So the wish stays," he stated ominously.
Smitty stepped back and fell over, his body trembling. "Who else made a wish?"
Discord grinned. "Why, it was Miss Rarity of course. And what kind of friend would I be if I didn't let her finish?"
Rarity sighed with relief as she escaped the claustrophobic tight quarters of the city's streets. The park, by contrast, was nice and open. It even had a large pond! She could finally move about freely. Looking back over her shoulder, Rarity smiled sensually at the dozens of struggling humans she had chosen to be her toys. She could feel the burning in her privates and the only thing around that could possibly satisfy her ache was her army of "volunteers".
Brushing past a few trees that barely reached her ankles, the towering unicorn searched for a level spot where she could lay down and enjoy herself. Unfortunately, the stupid miniature trees were always in the way. Grumbling in frustration, Rarity used her magic to tear an entire field of them from the ground and, without a second thought, hurled them back into the city.
Paying the sounds of destruction behind her no mind, the Rarity threw herself onto her back in the fresh dirt, causing a local quake. She spread her rear legs and panted as the cool air hit her drooling pussy lips. A hot breathe left her mouth as she maneuvered the magic sphere of captives down between her knees. Next, her mind began to work as she changed the shape of the prison.
After a few moments the humans found themselves in a slim tube with rounded ends. A makeshift dildo. But Rarity wasn't done yet. The walls of their prison became slimy and sucked all of them into the structure and soon three dozen civilians were merged with the walls of a magically built sex toy, free to flail their arms and legs in the open air.
A bit of drool snaked down Rarity's neck as she lined up her makeshift dildo with her opening. Her love winked hungry, reaching for the phallus. However, Rarity, always the hopeless romantic, couldn't resist a little roleplay.
"Oh darling," she lolled, "what a big member you have." Then she pushed the glowing toy forward.
The artificial penis was a little big for her, but she was planning to be ravished today. The tip stretched her folds and the first human limbs quickly began to squirm against her lips. Rarity's tongue dangled from her open maw and her eyes rolled back in her head. She arched her back, smearing dirt into her white coat and driving trenches into the ground.
Taking a few seconds to catch her breath, Rarity exhaled loudly when she pushed the dildo in several more feet. Her ears swiveled with the sound of breaking limbs and screams. Pre-cum poured from her vagina like a small waterfall. A thick musk wafted over her "volunteers". Those inside whose limbs hadn't been broken endlessly beat against her fleshy interior in some desperate attempt to hurt her, but only succeeded in making her squeal with delight.
"You sure know how to make a mare feel wanted," Rarity grunted.
The dildo jumped forward, piercing her sex like a javelin and putting half the captives in darkness. The mare cooed and flailed her arms and legs blindly. Sweat dribbled down her forehead and splashed to the ground below like rain. Rarity was forced to spread her front hooves for stability when she gave the magic phallus yet another shove and finally bottomed out. Her sex was full.
Rarity exhaled carefully, enjoying the rapid barrage of a hundred tiny limbs rubbing all along her canal. Her muscles quivered. Cream ran down her ass cheeks and pooled along her mud coated tail. She knew the little creatures were being crushed and drowned, but still she waited. Finally, she hummed with lust and pulled the dildo out.
One by one the humans gasped for breath, shaking their heads to dislodge huge drops of mare juice that clung to their bodies like syrup. Several people only screamed, their limbs limp and bent at odd angles, obviously broken. The giant mare let their cries fill her ears for only a moment before biting her lip and slipping the toy back inside.
"That's right, honey. Fuck me like the slut I am," Rarity mumbled.
However, she just didn't feel like it was enough. She needed even more.
Leaving the magic phallus plunged in her vagina, Rarity's almost manic gaze turned to the buildings close by. Many of them were damaged from her early carelessness, but that didn't matter. What did was the number of humans who stood by to watch the massive unicorn pleasure herself.
Rarity closed her eyes and focused, her horn glowing several shades brighter and an audible whine filling the air. If she could sing and levitate an entire room full of cloth and needles then she could do this. A quick flash of light later and two dozen humans across various floors felt an aura surround them. Suddenly they were outside, floating towards the sex starved monster!
People fought tooth and nail against Rarity's telekinesis, but it was hopeless. In mere moments all her new slaves were sealed up in a second transparent dildo, their bodies merged with the walls and limbs free to swing as they pleased.
The second phallus hovered in front of the mare's face for a moment, her eyes dancing over the human studs as they pleaded with her.
"Don't do this!"
"You monster!"
"I think I left the stove on!"
Rarity grinned and moved it closer to her maw. Then she licked the fake member. Then she did it again. And again. Repeatedly she rolled her tongue over the sparkling artificial penis until it was coated in slick drool. The humans embedded in the sides spit and coughed on her saliva, but it relentlessly dripped over them in waves. Their complaints only grew louder as she watched them.
Eventually, Rarity levitated the magic phallus into position just outside her tight anus. Before she began to fuck her own brains out however, she had to pull the dildo in her sex back out and give the dying bugs a quick shock. Of course it wasn't enough to bring all of them back, but she figured that a few would be enough.
With that, Rarity moved the second member forward and spread her tight donut. Mini arms and legs tried to grab her wrinkled hole, anything to stop the advance. But she would not be denied. Even as their pathetic bodies were broken and crushed inside her rectum, they continued desperately trying to defy her will. They flailed and fought and lashed out at her walls. Anything to do her harm. And she loved every second of it. When the second dildo had gone as deep as it would go, her whole body twitched.
The original toy then penetrated her again, forcing its way back into her wet sex and plunging the prisoners into a pool of cream. It slipped in much easier then the second dildo.
Rarity sighed. Both her holes were full. Countless lives thrashed about inside her, stimulating her tunnels like the best vibrators in the world. This was perfect. The best possible thing. It was time to have some fun.
She drew the first dildo back out until only the tip remained inside her. Then as she drove it back deep into her snatch, the second dildo pulled out with a wet slurp and a dozen terrified screams. The riders of the anal dildo watched in horror as the vaginal dildo and its riders were devoured above them into Rarity's fleshy cave and feminine juice slowly dribbled down the mare's backside onto them.
That's when all hell broke out.
Back and forth the two toys pumped in and out of Rarity's holes in a rapidly accelerating rhythm. Never were both her tunnels filled at the same time, instead alternating every second. In and out. In and out. All the while the helpless humans were taken along for the ride. Arms and legs were twisted and deformed. Some unlucky individuals even lost their limbs or were outright crushed by the pressure of the giant unicorn's interior muscles.
As the seconds past and her climax built, the miniature screams grew quieter and quieter as her playthings died off. Soon there were only a handful of them left. But that was all she needed. Their presence was enough to get the diabolical mare off.
Jamming both dildos as deep into her body as she could, Rarity screamed for all she was worth. Her legs shot outward and blasted dirt into the sky. Skyscrapers trembled. Her vaginal and anal walls collapsed on their respective intruders and squeezed. None of the human passengers survived.
Cum and blood rushed around the fake penis buried in her sex as Rarity's spine locked in place, practically paralyzing her as her eyes sealed shut from the overwhelming pleasure.
"That... was wonderful, darling!" she gasped.
"What a great show!" Discord cheered, putting his box of popcorn aside so he could clap madly.
Smitty wiped the sweat from his forehead and licked his lips. He couldn't deny he was painfully aroused by the show, even if it was wrong in every way.
"Alright. She's satisfied now. Get her out of here."
"Hold your ponies," Discord shook his head with a chuckle and a waggle of his finger. "See, after sex, women often need another kind of relief."
Smitty felt his blood running cold as he stared into Discord's crooked smile. "What kind of relief?"
Discord's grin grew. "Just watch..."
Rarity let her two dildo spells fade and left the remains of the humans inside her vagina and anus. She stretched along the ground and relaxed with a cute yawn. She turned her neck and felt a quick pop in her joints.
"Hmm, I have to pee..." she droned tiredly.
The unicorn rolled onto her stomach and let her droopy gaze drift over the scenery. A classy mare like herself couldn't just go anywhere, but she was several minutes away from Ponyville and the growing flood in her bladder couldn't wait. She had to go now, but where?
Then she spied the pond.
Bob and Sandy had just gotten married. They were on their honeymoon still dressed up in a wooden row boat he had built himself. It was supposed to be a romantic day on the water. Instead, the two had been lying on the floor of their boat in hopes the rampaging monster would mistake them for a log.
It seemed that hope was drying up as the beast began to approach.
With each thunderous step the wooden craft rocked. The newly wed couple locked hands and said quick prayers as they looked up. A huge pale ass hovered directly over them as the mare squatted over the pond. The creature's fur swayed as an unexpected breeze went by. A drop of bloody cum fell into the water beside them and made Sandy shriek.
Rarity's legs continued to bend as her posterior hovered closer and closer to the pond's surface. Finally, when the equine could descend no further without falling, she paused.
Sandy and Bob, now standing in their boat, wrapped their arms around each other. They stared up at those huge still swollen pussy lips as a musky scent descended on them. What was happening?
Then a stream of acid yellow piss tore through them and their tiny craft.
The pair were bathed in a burning hot fluid and battered by the sudden current stirred up in the once still water as the huge pony relieved herself. Bob reached out blindly for his wife's hand as his body was tossed in everything direction. He couldn't see anything in the murky water. All he could feel was his freshly broken ribs from the initial collision and the burning eating at his skin.
Just as Rarity finished there was a sudden flash of light that managed to pierce her closed eyelids. The unicorn jumped to her hooves and blinked the spots from her vision only to find the ENTIRE city was gone.
Rarity froze in place, staring at the trees and grass and the occasional wild flower. What had happened? Was it a dream? A hallucination? Had she stepped into some poison joke? Where did the city go?
Eventually Rarity looked at herself and found the remnants of stone and blood on her hooves. Mud was caked into her mane and tail. Gunk even clung to her back. She was a disgusting sweaty mess.
But most importantly, she felt good.
The End
