“I was willing to let plenty of things slide with you,” Spike said to Rarity, “but recent events have shown me that I can’t keep doing that sort of thing, it can only lead to problems later down the line.” Spike was in a business casual blue and orange suit with an indigo shirt.

The two were in the meeting room of Rarity’s residence in Dragon Crown. The facility was a four-story manor just three doors down from the castle that was whitewashed and adorned with Spike’s insignia all throughout its exterior. The windows were all large and tinted to keep views inside minimized but treated in such a way so that the obscuring effect did not apply to anyone inside the complex. The manor also had a massive stained glass window at all cardinal points on the third level that were monuments to Rarity’s self-image and ego. And to top it off, the whole structure was made look like a castle done up in a neo-gothic style.

“You can’t be serious?” Rarity said incredulously; it was clear she was under the impression that Spike would have never thought he would actually punish her, in her mind she hadn’t done anything to earn such a distinction. Rarity was in another one of her borderline erotic original outfits, this one being indigo in color with portions that looked like impressions of the green flames that were found on the collars all of Spike’s ponies had.

“Afraid so,” said Spike, “while your works are magnificent most of the time, reports of your attitude are much more severe than I had suspected. Your actions of superiority, no matter how deserved, have earned you resentment from ponies and low ranking dragons in the city. To make matters worse, I’ve had to remind you to tone down your antagonistic behaviors as of late. So, as punishment for you increasing problematic behaviors, I’m going to have you spend the next seven months, starting tomorrow, properly caring for your little sister.”

“That isn’t too bad, I suppose,” said Rarity with a hint of indignation.

“However, if you fail to come back and genuinely act far less haughty and antagonistic than the current rumors and reports about you are saying then I’ll be forced to institute a more amusing punishment.”

“You wouldn’t dare make me fight in those arenas!”

“Of course not,” said Spike with a smirk, “Twilight Sparkle actually came up with a far more amusing punishment for you.”

“I doubt helping her do research in the archives is all that amusing,” Rarity said with an indignant huff.

“Nope,” said Spike with a grin plastered on his face, “she suggested we make you a mother.”

Rarity blanched before saying, “The only way I’m adopting any children is if you order me to, and even then I’ll be indignant about it.”

“That’s not how the plan works,” said Spike with the grin persisting.

“The plan is to have you be impregnated and act as the biological mother of the child as well as serve as said foal’s primary caregiver,” said Twilight as she entered the room, she was in a white casual robe. “And to keep interesting Spike will basically toss the names of all the ponies he knows thinks would be most amusing to knock you up, we’re thinking of letting Pinkie take part in whole thing as well.”

Rarity gave shiver before saying, “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Well if you don’t want to spend quality time with your sister for a few months we could always just jump straight getting you pregnant,” said Twilight in a relaxed tone, “all that antagonizing and mocking me knocked a little creativity into me, and one of the first things I started devising was how to best punish you.”

Rarity blinked, she couldn’t believe what she was hearing, she was actually being punished for her extended behavior.

“I suggest you go and prep your trip,” said Spike, “and pack only the necessities. And when I say that I mean only a maximum of three formal sets of attire are permitted.”

“Why do I have to prep to go anywhere if I’m looking after my little sister?”

“Because part of the punishment involves looking after her in Dragon Reach,” said Spike with a smirk.

“But Celestia and Luna don’t do much,” Rarity tried to argue.

“Celestia and Luna are alicorns and do far more than you most of the time, you just don’t seem to be aware of any of it,” said Spike. “Celestia manages the cycles for the sun, in addition to doing a considerable bulk of my paperwork and managing my finances. Luna operates the moon’s cycles and monitors the dream realm in my territory; she also is responsible for overseeing all the art projects in my territory in addition to authenticating all new works of art that come into my collection through various means. You, Rarity, hardly do more than authenticate gems and make your idea of the newest fashion fads. You are a capable individual but your work ethic has been slipping. There have been reports from dragons in my territory getting their requested works from you late, works that should be listed as priorities so high that I’m the only one that supersedes them. And that’s not even mentioning all the reports of high ranked ponies in my territory and visiting assets from other territories being treated antagonistically by you. All in all, the reports aren’t looking good for you. And to make matters worse, the bulk of those reports regarding you kept showing up late, even the high priority level ones, with signs of doctoring that I had been willing to overlook until now.”

“Spike tends to miss things here and there,” said Twilight, “but I’m so familiar with documents that can tell when their false or tampered with at this point. Spike had me going over all his files; he wanted to make sure nothing potentially important was being tampered with. When I discovered several reports relating to you, or were supposed to mention your less than gracious demeanor, had been tampered with we turned over the information to Sunset Shimmer, she’s currently developing spells and devices for detecting and undoing tampering as we speak.”

Rarity wilted at this information; her status was in more danger than she thought. “Just be thankful I decided to not entertain dropping your status,” said Spike, “but rest assured, if I start finding out about this sort of thing again I will most definitely plan for your motherhood, lower your status, and arrange for your place of residence to be somewhere so far out of your sphere of interest it will feel like torture after just a small handful of days.”

Rarity gulped in apprehension just before Twilight said, “I suggest you prep for your trip soon as possible, Spike and I discussed giving your a ‘bonus’ punishment if you’re not prepared for your train ride tomorrow.”

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Rarity muttered to herself, she couldn’t believe she had one marginally annoying punishment and immensely horrendous punishment and to choose one or have both forced on her. Looking after her sister was fine but there was no way she would allow herself to experience motherhood, her figure and pride wouldn’t be able to take that kind of hit. She was one of Spike’s favorites, her band said as much, and never anticipated actually getting punished because of it.

In the back of her mind Rarity had always suspected she would be punished for her actions and behavior at some point. Now she had an early morning train to prep for, could only take three official formal vestments. And to make matters worse, Spike had imposed that ten bag limit on her ages ago, she felt she could barely properly pack with such a limited number of bags. It would probably be best not to anger Spike and make him think she was learning her lesson so she could get some of her sentence lessened. She chuckled at the unintended wording of her thoughts as she grabbed six of her “most fashionable” bags in her magic and headed to her room to pack. This was going to be a long seven months.

Author's Note

I spent some time thinking of how to issue a punishment to Rarity, in this universe she is one piece of work, possibly a bit of bitch