Rarity Opens a Second Business
Sweetie Belle smiled sweetly down at a parchment on the table. It was covered in glue-coated diamonds and violet silk threads that she'd plastered on, trying to make it bear the image of a filly playing with her sister, but unwittingly only making a shapeless mass. 'Rarity's gonna love it!' she thought to herself.
She looked to the open chest next to her. It had a scant few diamonds inside, as she'd used most of them to create her piece of art. A bottle of glue sat next to it, halfway empty with copious amounts of glitter stirred in. With a gleeful song in her heart, she dipped the last few diamonds into the bottle and stuck it on her paper. Then, she took a step back to admire her work. 'Who says autistics can't do art?' she thought.
Pleased with her work, she picked it up with magical grip and went up to climb the stairs to Rarity's workroom while humming a gleeful song. She just knew that this was the thing to make her sister finally love her.
“Oh, heavens confound me!” Rarity said to herself in distress. “I just cannot find the piece of thread I'm looking for.”
She scampered about the room in search for it. All the drawers in her workshop were wide open; the floor was littered with various sorts of loose cloth and sewing tools. Even the cabinet and closet doors were flung open carelessly. In the middle of the room stood a mannequin with a half-finished violet dance dress.
Suddenly, the door to the hallway behind her swung open, the doorknob leaving a crater in the wall on collision. The boom made Rarity jolt in place. She snapped her gaze in that direction. There stood Sweetie Belle, magically waving around some ugly piece of garbage.
“Rarity!” Sweetie Belle exclaimed with a dopey-looking grin. “Rarity, Rarity, look look! I made you a drawing!”
Rarity stammered. Her head went hot with rage. “Wh- wha- you little worm. How dare you barge in here while I'm trying to work!?”
Sweetie Belle's grin got wider. “Do you like my drawing, Rarity? I did my best! I'm the best artist who ever lived, aren't I, Rarity?”
Rarity spat. “You are not an artist. You are a retard. That's what you always were, and all you'll ever be.” Her narrowed eyes scanned around her sister. “Is… is that a hole in my wall? And is tha-”
“I made you a drawing, Rarity! Look at it!”
Rarity did what her sister said. It was some shapeless mass of clumsily glued-on diamond and thread. She scoffed. Then, she recognized the thread that was thrown on with the gems. 'That was my thread,' she thought bitterly, 'and now it's ruined!' With a snarl, she grimaced and lifted her sister up with her magic. “You vile little creature! That thread was for this dress. I made this for a well-paying client who asked specifically for that thread, and you have ruined it beyond repair.”
“Does that mean you like it, Rarity?”
“Gah! That is it! I'm going to do to you what I should have done to you years ago!” Without warning, Rarity slammed her sister legs-down onto the floor repeatedly. Sweetie Belle's anguished screams were peppered by the cracking of her leg bones. The shattered appendages flung like noodles as their structural integrity quickly degraded. A cathartic rush hit Rarity; it gave her a joy she hadn't felt in a very long time. Then, she brought her sister into the room and tossed her carelessly onto a pile of needles.
Sweetie Belle cried and looked to her sister with eyes that welled with tears. “I'm a good artist, Rarity! Why a-”
Rarity interrupted her by shoving a ball of cloth in her mouth. “Shut up,” she snapped.
In a fit of muffled crying, Sweetie Belle squirmed on top of the needle-pile, getting steel pricks stuck in her side. Her struggles became more intense when Rarity lifted her up with magic and mounted her atop the mannequin in the room. Rarity bound her to the display piece with long bits of cloth twisted together into some crude form of rope.
Rarity cackled with a malicious grin. “I've been saving this for you for weeks, my retarded little foal. I hope you like it.”
She lit her horn, and out from one of the open drawers, she lifted up a gargantuan dildo that menaced with razor blades fused into its plastic frame. With a click, Rarity activated the device, so that the blades vibrated with the whirring of its rotors.
Frightened squeals came from Sweetie Belle as she looked at the machine.
Rarity sauntered over to her sister with her toy close by. “You know, darling. Perhaps your mental handicap keeps you from understanding it, but I never liked that mouth of yours. I think it's about time it got some… heh heh… special treatment.”
With a malevolent grin on her face, she hit her sister squarely in the jaw with a backhoofed strike, ejecting the cloth out of her mouth. With magical grip, Rarity forced Sweetie Belle's mouth open, taking pleasure in her sister's screams.
She began with a gentle circumscription of the tip around Sweetie Belle's mouth, occasionally letting a blade graze her lips. With grace, she drew the toy around, making tiny cuts here and there that dripped with her sister's blood. Rarity let out a sigh of relief. The activity had a sort of soothing effect on her. Once she was satisfied, she withdrew the toy, then stuck out her tongue and placed it on Sweetie Belle's lips. She dragged her tongue across her sister's lips, putting extra pressure on the cuts she'd made. The taste of salt and iron from Sweetie Belle's blood made her giggle with pleasure as she put her tongue back in her mouth.
“That's enough warming up,” Rarity said. “Let's get cracking!”
Rarity started off by prodding at Sweetie Belle's tongue with the toy. Sweetie Belle's tongue strained itself as far back as it could, but despite its efforts, the blades cut effortlessly into its pink flesh along with the mouth's roof and cheeks. Blood gushed out of the organs, flooding the mouth and pouring out onto the floor from over the lower lip. Sweetie Belle's screams became garbled by the salty red liquid.
Brimming with sadistic mirth, Rarity slid the toy deeper into Sweetie Belle's mouth and into her neck. 'I reckon this would be her first experience with oral,' Rarity thought. She magically gripped the back of her sister's head, then jerked it back and forth in tandem with the pumping of her toy. Sweetie Belle's entire body shook as she choked and gagged on both the toy and her own blood. Rarity grinned. This autistic cunt finally knew what it felt like to have a family member shove horrible homemade monstrosities down her throat, and it couldn't have been more pleasing.
Rarity pulled the toy out from Sweetie Belle's esophagus, watching her sister cough and choke on her blood. With a chuckle, she dragged the toy from her neck down to her flank as she swaggered to her sister's backside, making sure to put the deepest cut into her freshly earned cutie mark.
Rarity eyed her sister's loins. “You know what, dearie?” She grabbed her sister's tail dock with her magic and pulled it upwards. “You are getting at about the age where phallic objects should excite you. I think it's about time I educated you on these matters. Just let me get this out of the way first…”
With a chuckle, Rarity pressed a blade firmly underneath the base of her sister's tail, then began stroking it with the bleeding edge as it tried to tug itself free. Little by little, the appendage gave way despite its efforts. Blood rushed through the severed artery, running down her anus and outer labia before falling down to a puddle on the floor. Soon, the tail was only attached by half a muscle and a single layer of skin. Rarity yanked it out; Sweetie Belle screamed as it was torn off from her rear and tossed carelessly aside.
Then, just as she had teased her the lips of her sister's mouth, she teased the lips of her sister's marehood. Each cut that Rarity made on it caused her sister to jump and wail with pain. Unexpectedly, this gave Rarity a feeling in her own loins. The sort of rush and warmth she'd otherwise only felt with a very attractive stallion or mare. This made her look at her sister's prepubescent snatch in a way she'd never imagined she would. As she slid the toy into the folds of her sister's sex, she focused her magic on stimulating her own sex to match.
Rarity laughed as she watched her sister's vaginal walls contract into the vibrating toy that cut and sliced them open with its blades. As she did so, she moaned with the shock of her first orgasm, the strongest one she'd felt in a long time. With pleasure came renewed vigor, and she doubled both the speed and the strength of the toy's rhythmic pumping.
Blood fell from Sweetie Belle's snatch like a waterfall. Rarity's second and third orgasms came in quick succession; they made her sing with pleasure. In her hazy trance, she grabbed her sister's severed tail up from the ground, and slid it dock-first into her anus. She giggled at the thought of being a two-tailed mare. The trickling of blood down her sphincter made her tremble with joy. For her final trick in this second act, she rammed the toy in as deep as it would go, one, then two, then three times. After pulling the toy out, she began prodding her sister's anus with it, cranking up her own masturbatory stimulus as she did so.
A manic, squealing laughter erupted from Rarity as she shoved the bladed dildo into Sweetie Belle's awaiting asshole. She could feel how tight it was by how hard she had to push to get it in. Yet, after the first few pumps, the ones after became easy. The open gashes and their constant streams of blood saw to that. Rarity hadn't been this excited by sex before in her life. There was no denying it.
After Sweetie Belle's sphincter and anus were shredded to a ruined mass of flesh, climax came to Rarity with the fourth orgasm. As she screamed with pleasure, sticky warm fluid escaped her nethers and began dripping on the floor. With a relieved sigh, Rarity yanked the toy out of the rended orifice and tossed it aside.
Rarity swaggered back in front of Sweetie Belle and looked into her sister's drooping bloodshot eyes with a smug smirk. “Looks like you've proven yourself useful for once, dearie. Too bad it's still not worth keeping you around.” She chuckled. “You know, I've been trying my hand at cooking fine dinners. I've been wanting to send all my dearest friends a special dinner to be delivered to them by mail. I think you'll fit the bill quite nicely.”
After magically untying Sweetie Belle from the mannequin, she pulled Sweetie Belle’s severed tail out from her anus and let it drop on the floor. She then levitated her sister up, keeping her floating nearby as she trotted off to the kitchen.
The smell of burning barbecue sauce from the oven greeted Rarity in the kitchen. 'Pre-heated to two-hundred-fifty degrees for slow-cooking,' she thought to herself with a cackle. Her gaze went past the egg timer on the counter to the steel pot on the cooktop, filled halfway with boiling water and just large enough to contain a certain retarded filly.
Sweetie Belle moaned with pain while she was dipped gently into the pot. As she was, steaming hot water spilled out from its lips. Rarity sealed it shut with a steel lid when her sister was fully submerged. 'Too bad she can't scream while drowning,' she thought to herself. Still, she watched and waited for the boiling to complete. She stood by for as long as she felt like; there was no cookbook for slow-cooked retard, so a lot of it was a guessing game. After a sigh, she began singing to herself to pass the time. They were songs about fish, chips, and vinegar.
After a long, nondescript while, Rarity slid the lid off the pot and lifted Sweetie Belle out of it. Her mouth was agape – the gashes and wounds in there were seared dry from the heat – and her eyes were wide open, red as cherries. With a smirk and laugh, Rarity set her sister's corpse down on the nearby table and pulled a razor-sharp paring knife out from one of the drawers. 'Can't cook her with all this fur in the way,' she thought. She pressed the blade on her sister's flank at an angle, then began lovingly shaving the coat off her dead sister's hide. She started with her cutie mark. Removing the hide was simple, thanks in no small part to the boiling she'd done. In short order, all the hair was gone. Every square inch of pink skin displayed proudly on the dead retard's hide. Rarity sighed, admiring her work.
'One last thing.' Rarity magically opened the oven door. Inside the oven, a baking pot just big enough for the filly sat with its top covered in aluminum foil. Rarity removed the foil. Barbecue sauce simmered in there with bubbles rising up on the surface. With care, she placed her sister into the pot, submerging her into the sauce before covering the top back up with the foil. Then, she shut the oven door, and set the egg timer for fourteen hours. She cackled one last time, then started her way back up to her workroom, all the while wondering how she'd make do without that special violet thread.
Two days later, Rarity enjoyed the aroma of the steaming hot cocoa and marshmallow beside her in the living room as she reclined comfortably on her easy chair. A stack of letters sat on her lap. She magically lifted them up to face her and began flipping through them. Bill… bill… bill… ah! A letter from Princess Twilight. With a chuckle, she ripped off one of the fringes of the envelope and extracted the letter. Once she unfolded it, she began to read:
Dear Rarity,
I had a talk with our other friends about this weird food you sent us. I mean, none of us had ever seen anything like it. It was brown and moist and flaky. Again. Weird. And it tasted… well, different.
And by different, I mean delicious! Best food I've ever tasted. And I've been to some of the finest gourmet restaurants in Canterlot. Trust me. I know what delicious is. Can you send us more of this stuff soon, please? We're all dying for more. Especially Fluttershy. She just craves this stuff.
Sincerely,
Twilight Sparkle, Princess of Friendship
Rarity laughed, shaking her head, then took a hearty sip of her hot cocoa. 'You know,' Rarity thought with a smile, 'I might just open a second business.'
