The Real Rarity

From the moment she woke up, Rarity knew today was going to be a long one for her.

Friday was the day the Boutique was to be closed for the week, although this ironically made for the most work-intensive day of all. Nothing she wasn't prepared for. Even still, her already early rise was brought even further up; Rarity was out of bed by 5 AM, already headed for the shower. She didn't dawdle long, as there were much more pressing matters to attend to. Ten minutes later, she was in her room, wrapped in a towel and preparing her outfit for the day. Before her lay two dresses, two choices for how to present herself to the world. To her left was a long, tasteful black office dress, the fabric stopping just about at her knees. The narrow, tube-like shape of the dress had a thinning effect, making the wearer seem more slender.

To her right was a dress that had an opposite philosophy to the office dress. A pink tube dress that just barely came to halfway down the length of the thigh. The top of the gown was tailored such that it would just barely cover the nipple, exposing much of the breast and cleavage. The gown would cling to the body tightly, showing off her every curve and crevice. A year ago, Rarity wouldn't even be able to imagine designing such a dress, nevermind wearing it. The office dress was much closer to her sense of style. It was beautiful, elegant, classy, sophisticated.

Rarity tossed the office dress to the ground on her way to her dresser in search of proper undergarments. A bra with the tube dress was out of the question, and whatever panties she decided to wear didn't particularly matter in the end, but she still considered her choice carefully. After a short search, Rarity retrieved a simple pink garment with flowery lace around the edges. Pink wasn't Rarity's color, but she had a special fondness for this particular pair. A smile crept to Rarity's lips as she slid the panties up the length of her legs, moving gingerly to avoid aggravating the bruises on her hips and thighs. Once the panties snugly hugged Rarity's ample ass, next came the dress. It was a tight fit, the snug design of the garment boosting Rarity's rack and making her already sizable breasts seem even larger. Perfect.

Rarity looked herself in the mirror, gathering up her makeup to put on her face. She derived no small amount of pleasure and relaxation from her daily ritual, applying her foundation heavily to hide the bruise on her cheek, adding a thick application of eye shadow and mascara to obscure her mostly healed black eye. Her face was still a bit ginger and sore from the past week, but it was nothing Rarity couldn't withstand. Lastly came lipstick, something Rarity formerly didn't bother with. In the rare instances that she did partake, she tended to opt for lighter shades, like a soft, natural pink. Today, she instead grabbed the brightest, reddest, cheapest scarlet lipstick she could find, applying the shade to her lips. Her makeup was excessive, tacky. The best word Rarity could think of was whoreish.

That's the only way to describe her appearance. Rarity, by her own assessment, looked like a proper, cheap, easy, streetwalking whore. Once she had her makeup applied, she made quick work of combing and brushing her hair. From there, she simply slipped into her shoes, six inch platform heels she bought to go with the dress, and proudly strutted out of her house before 5:30.

Even early in the morning, before the town truly awoke, Rarity could feel the eyes on her. Lingering gazes from the few men and women who were out on the street, each set of eyes setting a flame in her core. It was good that Rarity's walk was a short one, or else she might find herself too hot and bothered by the hungry stares to continue on. She bit her lip as she crossed the town, wondering if she'd be able to make it to her destination undisturbed. Luckily, or perhaps unluckily, no one bothered to stop Rarity before she arrived at the Friendship Castle. Her heart pounding in her chest, Rarity looked both ways, as if afraid of being seen, and pushed open the door to her "friend's" home.

It was certain that Twilight was still asleep, and Rarity didn't have any plan to wake her up. Instead, she made her way to one of the few places Rarity believed a mare like her belonged and began to cook breakfast. Both she and Twilight preferred tea over coffee, so Rarity set the kettle on as she went about making eggs and toast. She was only busy for around ten minutes before she heard the sound of approaching footsteps from behind. Rarity gulped, her core shaken by the new, powerful presence, and she merely continued with her cooking.

"Good morning, Goddess," said Rarity, pulling the eggs from the heat before finally turning to face Twilight. The princess was nude, as was typical for her morning routine. Her chest wasn't quite as pronounced as Rarity's, nor was her ass, but that was the least of Rarity's interest. Twilight had something Rarity lacked, the thing that mattered, the reason Twilight had value while Rarity did not; Twilight yawned and stretched, her half-hard cock dangling proudly between her legs, catching Rarity's gaze and stealing her attention. Even now, not quite fully hard, her throbbing member went down between her knees. Such a thick, meaty horsecock, it was all Rarity could focus on, jittering and running her legs together with desire.

"Is my tea ready?" asked Twilight.

"Yes, Goddess. Earl grey, and a bit of honey," said Rarity. "Just how you like it. If you would give me just a moment, breakfast will be…"

Rarity trailed off as Twilight approached her, the divine figure silently and dauntingly crossing the kitchen. Due to her alicorn nature, Twilight stood nearly a full head taller than Rarity, her sharp, powerful horn only adding to her height. No words were exchanged, Rarity not daring to speak in the face of her superior. Twilight looked her over, tilting her head curiously before grabbing a knife from the block on the counter. Rarity's blood ran cold, but she stood motionless, leaving herself at the deity's mercy.

"I like this dress," said Twilight. "It really suits you."

"Thank you, Goddess," squeaked Rarity. "I chose it especially for you. I hoped you would find it appealing."

"Hm. It is very nice, very appropriate for something like you. But…" Twilight raised the knife and slipped the blade between Rarity's tits; She sliced along the length of the gown, splitting the dress down the middle, stopping just before her belly button. Satisfied with her handiwork, Twilight returned the knife and pulled Rarity's ruined dress down further, entirely exposing her fat, round tits. "This is much better. If you're going to cover something up, it shouldn't be something I want to use."

"My apologies, Goddess. I did not intend to make it inconvenient for you to use my body. I am yours to do as you wish," said Rarity. As if to test this claim, Twilight pinched Rarity's nipple between her fingers. She gave the sensitive little nub a sharp twist and a pull, dragging Rarity to the tips of her toes as she squealed in pain.

"You're absolutely right." Twilight gave a dark little chuckle before releasing her grip on Rarity. She hiked up the hem of Rarity's dress and gave her ass a sharp, stinging spank. "Finger yourself while you finish cooking."

"Yes, Goddess." Immediately, Rarity did as she was told, using her off hand to rub her cunt through the front of her panties. "M-may I cum?"

"No. Pinch your clit for asking such a stupid question," ordered Twilight. Rarity whined as she complied, which wasn't enough for the princess; Twilight grabbed a handful of Rarity's hair, yanking her head back sharply to stare into her sapphire eyes. "You can do better than that. Harder. I want to see tears."

"Y-yes, Goddess." Rarity's voice was little more than a gasp, her heart pounding in her throat at the way she was being manhandled by the divine princess. She squeezed and pinched her throbbing, pulsing clit harder, her toes curling and her fingers twitching from the pain, until tears formed in her eyes and slowly trailed down her cheek. Twilight laughed again, leaning forward and placing a tiny kiss on Rarity's cheek.

"Good whore. Don't burn my toast." Twilight spanked Rarity again, just as hard as earlier, before turning for the dining room. Rarity stood there, pinching her clit until she was sure that Twilight was gone, then finally did what she wanted to do since seeing Twilight enter the room.

There was a gentle thud as Rarity dropped to the floor, pulling her panties aside and vigorously thrusting her fingers into her cunt, grinding and humping her left hand while she covered her mouth and muffled her moans with her right. She knew she didn't have much time before she needed to serve the princess, only a minute or so to rub her pussy raw, so she took full advantage of her time. She counted the seconds while she pumped herself to the edge, keeping herself there as the seconds ticked. Fifty-five. Fifty-six. Fifty-seven. Fifty-eight. Fifty-nine…

Rarity let out an almost pitiful whine as she pulled her hand from her dripping cunt, slipping her wet, sticky fingers past her scarlet lips and sucked her juices from her digits. Even so early in her day, Rarity was as horny as she'd ever been, but that didn't matter. Breakfast was about ready, and so she quickly plated Twilight's meal onto a tray. After the addition of the teapot and two cups and saucers, Rarity scooped up the tray and carried it out of the kitchen and to the dining room.

"Breakfast is served, Goddess." Rarity placed the tray before Twilight, who was too absorbed in the article she was reading to respond. Nonplussed by the way she was ignored, Rarity quietly laid the plate before Twilight, and poured tea both for herself and the princess. "Is there anything else I can get you, Goddess? Perhaps a—"

"Shut up and suck me off," said Twilight sharply. She didn't even glance at Rarity as she read the news.

"Yes, Goddess. As you wish." Rarity kicked off her heels and dropped to her knees, crawling awkwardly under the table to service the princess. She inhaled Twilight's scent, fragrant and earthy, masculine yet floral, as she ran her tongue along her Goddess' cock. The taste of her flesh, salty with sweat and heavy with a heady musk, was enough to have Rarity's eyes roll back in her head. She very nearly came on the spot.

"I haven't showered yet. I'd ask if you mind, but…" Twilight snickered as she sipped her tea. "I don't really care. You're going to tongue my cock clean whether you mind or not."

To say that Rarity didn't mind was a bit of an understatement, but that was a bit too complicated of a thought to properly express while messily slobbering over a fat dick like Twilight's.

"You're not trying very hard," noted Twilight. She took a bite of her eggs and hummed. "Eggs are good, though. You managed not to mess that up, at least."

"Thank you, Goddess," breathed Rarity. "I—"

"I didn't ask you to speak." Twilight swiped her hand across Rarity's face, slapping her sharply across her pale, overly made up visage. "I don't keep you around to hear your voice. The only sound I want to hear from you is the sound of you gagging on my cock. Understood?"

"Yes, God—"

Twilight slapped her again, this time hard enough to knock Rarity to her hands and knees. A gasp escaped Rarity as she clutched the spot where she was struck and rubbing the sensitive, stinging skin gingerly. Her eyes welled with tears from the pain, but that was nothing compared to the sheer arousal she felt. No matter what she was before, this was Rarity now. A desperate, cock-hungry whore that got off on being hurt. Her friend, one of her best friends, had just slapped the taste out of her mouth, and all Rarity could think about was how hot it made her feel.

"Don't speak. Obey." It was clear from Rarity's expression that she got the message loud and clear, but that didn't stop Twilight from slapping her again one more time to make absolutely sure. Rarity only took a short moment to recover from the strike, to savor it, before she finally parted her plump scarlet lips to take Twilight's flare onto her tongue. The princess sighed in contentment, grabbing Rarity's luscious sapphire hair and pulling her down deeper and deeper. "There's a good cunt. That's much better. I'm so glad you finally realized what everyone else already knew. You're no good as a person. I think we can all agree that you're much better when you're acting like the stupid whore you really are."

"Am I interrupting something?" Twilight and Rarity turned toward the voice, the latter struggling to see on account of her position and preoccupation. The princess laughed airily, waving her assistant into the room to join them. Spike yawned tiredly as he entered the room, adjusting his baggy pajama pants to fit on his waist. Despite their baggy nature, Rarity could still easily see Spike's cock as it swung in his pants. "I can come back later."

"I didn't realize you came back home yesterday," said Twilight, smiling warmly at her oldest friend. "You should've told me you were coming home last night, I would've made you breakfast."

"You would've made me breakfast?"

"I would've made the whore make you breakfast." Twilight rolled her eyes at the way Spike snickered. "You know what I meant."

"Heh. Don't worry about breakfast. I gotta head out to Sugarcube Corner anyway," said Spike. "Figured I'd grab a coffee and a bagel or something." Spike glanced down at Rarity, messily slurping on Twilight's cock. "But if you're still feeling generous…"

"Not that generous. I've got a ton of paperwork to do today, and you know how I get when I have to work without being able to bust a nut first," said Twilight. Her grin shifted, becoming more mischievous in nature. "Didn't think you'd be interested, seeing as you have the much prettier one in your bed."

"Well, you know. Sweetie is great, and I love her, but… If I wanna have a nice, classy night out and cap off date night with some sweet love-making, then Sweetie is the girl for me." Spike grinned to match Twilight's expression. "But if I wanna fuck… Well, that's what Rarity is for, right?"

"Mh-hm. I'll try not to rough her up too badly. Maybe there'll be something left for you when you get home." Twilight laughed, and gently, condescendingly patted Rarity on the head. Rarity moaned in delight, bobbing her head deeper, slurping and sucking Twilight's meat as if her life depended on it. "Still, I feel bad for hogging her all morning… Hey, whore. Give Spike your panties."

Rarity did her best to nod, a feat made difficult by the large amount of Twilight she was currently choking on. She shimmied and folded herself even more uncomfortably as she pulled her panties from beneath her dress. The lacy pink garment was now marred by a big, dark wet spot from Rarity's hot, sloppy cunt, and she reached up to pass the panties to her princess. Twilight gave Rarity another slap, this time seemingly just for fun, before snatching the panties and tossing them to Spike.

"Here. Something to rub one out to, if the mood strikes you," said Twilight. "And why don't you take a couple of bucks from my purse, take Sweetie someplace nice for lunch. If we're gonna make a mess of her sister, the least you can do is take her on a nice date."

"Wow, Twi. Someone's in a good mood," hummed Spike. "You actually are being generous today."

"What can I say? I get to take out most of my stress on this slut." Twilight threw her head back, pushing Rarity down harder. "I don't have much to complain about, except maybe she talks too much."

"Looks like you've got a handle on that last part." Spike waved nonchalantly as he turned for the exit. "I'm gonna hit the shower and head out. "Give the slut some love for me."

"With pleasure."

It burned Rarity up to hear her friends talk about her in this way, the way they called her a whore and a slut. That she was just something to abuse. Lesser than her sister in every way.

A year ago, neither Twilight nor Spike, (especially not Spike), would have ever considered being this cruel to a friend.. That was before Rarity's "awakening" as she tended to call it. Before she realized how much stress and pain she was needlessly causing herself by trying to maintain the facade that she was a person deserving of respect. Even just thinking that was enough to make Rarity roll her eyes at her own naivety. Such a silly thought. Ideas like that were one of the many, many reasons why Rarity believed she shouldn't be thinking at all.

Now, that was all behind her. Now, she was able to openly be what she always was deep inside, and her friends were there to support her in the way she needed them to. In that sense, Twilight and Spike weren't being cruel at all. They were being true friends, and Rarity was eternally grateful for them.

Rarity gagged and choked as she forced more and more of Twilight's length into her throat. Her tears ran down her face freely, her eyeshadow smudging and streaming down her cheeks as she worked the princess' rod. She hadn't taken a breath in quite a while, because as far as she was concerned, she didn't deserve one. Not until she tasted the base of Twilight's cock. Good whores didn't think about themselves. Good whores only cared about whoever's dick was currently under their nose.

"Try not to vomit. Again." Twilight sighed, a bit of contempt and annoyance creeping to the edge of her words. "Last time you pushed yourself this hard, you made a mess and ruined my appetite."

Hacking and choking around a dick wasn't much of a language, but Rarity tried to convey a response in that way regardless. She wouldn't fail her Goddess this time. No matter how much her lungs burned, no matter how red her face bloomed beneath her makeup, Rarity had to keep going.

"Come on, you can do better than that…" Twilight pushed her hips up, yanking on Rarity's hair to pull her down. The princess groaned in delight as she forced her way into Rarity's tight, hot, convulsing throat. "Let's feel those tonsils…"

Rarity began to go limp, her head swimming and her vision going fuzzy from a lack of oxygen. Even as her mind began to fade, she still had the wherewithal to do what she was made to do, the only thing that gave her any sense of worth. With what felt like the last of her strength, the last bit of consciousness she had, Rarity pushed herself all the way down to the base, her tongue twitching and flicking in a futile attempt to lick at Twilight's fat, heavy balls.

Finally, Twilight pulled Rarity up and shoved her away, sending her tumbling into the nearby table leg. She gasped for air, clutching where her head connected with wood as she choked down breath after breath. Twilight watched Rarity's face return to its natural color, stroking her cock in amusement while watching her whore catch her breath.

"Don't pass out on me yet, fuckpig. I still have to cum, and that's not quite as fun when you're unconscious." Twilight pushed her chair back, standing up and grabbing a fistful of Rarity's hair. "You like choking on my cock, fuckpig?" Rarity whined, but didn't respond, not until Twilight yanked her up to her feet. "You can speak now. Until I decide you can't."

"Y-yes, Goddess. I do," coughed Rarity. "But…"

"But?"

"What I like doesn't matter. I exist for you to use however you like. My feelings don't matter." Despite her words, Rarity could feel her cunt blazing with desire, and it took all of her resolve to avoid finger fucking herself to completion right then and there. "I don't deserve to feel good. Fuckpigs like me don't deserve pleasure or comfort. Fuckpigs like me deserve to be put in their place by their superiors."

"Good. You'll do anything I tell you, and all you can do is obey. No matter how painful or humiliating. And you love it!" Twilight pushed her breakfast to the side, her eggs half-eaten and all but forgotten, to clear out a space on the table. "Oink for me. Oink like the fat little fuckpig you are."

"Oink, oink…" Rarity did her best pig impression, barely getting a third sound out before Twilight shoved her head down, slamming it against the table.

"Louder. I want the neighbors to be able to hear you squeal like the animal you are."

Rarity tried again, louder, more animalistic. She did more than just oink, she squealed and snorted until her princess was laughing almost as loudly as the pig noises. Rarity felt her ears burn in embarrassment, the sensation making her pussy burn even hotter. She couldn't touch herself, not without her Goddess' permission, but she needed something. A taste of cock, a hand around her throat, spit in her eyes, anything to distract her from her starving cunt.

"Please, Goddess… Your fuckpig is so horny…" Rarity oinked in between her begging, doing nothing to protect any dignity she may have still possessed. "Fuck my throat, Goddess. Please…"

"Get on the table. On your back." Twilight pulled Rarity by the hair, throwing her into the table's surface. Like the good little whore she was, Rarity moaned at the impact, doing her best to follow her Goddess' orders. She turned herself over onto her back, looking up at Twilight with want and need in her eyes. Twilight gripped her cock, wet with Rarity's saliva and smudged with scarlet lipstick, and swung it against Rarity's face. The slapping of flesh on flesh continued to ruin Rarity's makeup, the process expedited when Twilight rested her fat, heavy, sweaty balls on her face. "Show me how much you want it, pig. Come get your breakfast, greedy little piggy."

Rarity didn't just want it. She needed it. She oinked and squealed, her tongue hanging out of her mouth as she tried to taste her Goddess. The weight of Twilight's nuts, the heat and the musk, it all came together to drive Rarity wild. She whined and squirmed under Twilight's weight, trying her best to lick and kiss at the heavy sack pressed against her face.

"Oh, you poor thing. Let me help you." Twilight hooked a finger past Rarity's lip and wrenched her jaws open, before roughly shoving the fat flare of her cock against the back of Rarity's throat. She groaned with satisfaction, sliding herself into Rarity's snug, twitching throat. Twilight reached forward and firmly grabbed a handful of Rarity's fat tits, digging her fingernails savagely into the soft flesh as she viciously bucked her hips towards Rarity's face. "There's a good pig, choke on my cock…"

As Twilight pounded her throat, her heavy balls slapping her forehead with each thrust, Rarity decided she could control herself no longer; Rarity slipped four fingers into her cunt, pumping her sloppy pussy vigorously. She was so close, from fingering herself, from the way she was being spoken to, from the way she was being used. Her hips jerked against her hand almost as spastically as her throat convulsed around Twilight's massive meat rod. Before she could jill herself over the edge, Twilight fiercely brought her hand down to slap Rarity's cunt, spanking her puffy lower lips until her pussy was a screaming, angry red. The pain was enough to renew Rarity's tears, and she was certain she could feel Twilight grow harder from the sound of her crying.

"Did that hurt? Good. I didn't say you could touch yourself." Twilight buried her shaft to the balls in Rarity's esophagus. She traced her finger across the great bulge in Rarity's throat before firmly grabbing her neck with both hands. "Keep slapping that greedy pussy, pig. I don't want you to stop slapping that cunt until I've cum down your greedy little throat."

A choking, whining moan was the only response Rarity managed before she did as she was told. Soon, the only sounds louder than Rarity's hand spanking her own pussy were the wet slap of Twilight's balls against Rarity's forehead and the hacking, coughing sounds of Rarity choking. She not only gagged on Twilight's cock, but the princess also squeezed the whore's throat. The princess moaned in delight, the added tightness from her squeezing ramping up the pleasure considerably. Although the princess was enjoying herself considerably, she had to assume that Rarity was feeling at least a bit uncomfortable.

Luckily for both women, Twilight didn't care about whether or not Rarity was comfortable. The only pleasure that mattered was Twilight's, which was precisely what Rarity wanted. It's why she sat there, slurping and throating her Goddess, letting her eyeshadow run and her lipstick smear. Twilight choked her tighter, pounded her face harder, until Rarity's face shifted in shade yet again. This time, they skipped straight past red and landed directly on a tepid blue, her eyes becoming bloodshot as the pressure in her head mounted. It occurred to Rarity, in her dazed, fuzzy mind, that Twilight could kill her. If the princess wanted to, she could just strangle her, wrench the life from her body, and no one would care. The only loss the city of Ponyville would experience would be the loss of the town cumbucket. Rarity's eyes rolled back in her head, her hand going limp as she brought her palm down to her cunt one last time, as what could have easily been her last thought flashed throughout her mind.

This is all a cunt like me is good for.

Twilight let out a groan of delight as she buried herself in Rarity's throat, her cock swelling as she spewed cum down Rarity's throat. The last thing Rarity felt was a flood of hot, sticky cum into her belly before Twilight pulled her cock free, letting Rarity gasp down much-needed air (and almost as much cum). The princess glazed Rarity's face, her cum mixing and running with her makeup as hot seed dripped into her eyes and up her nose. With plenty of cum left, Twilight turned her aim to the left, and deposited the last of her load onto her half-eaten breakfast, taking good care to shoot into Rarity's mug. The cum filled the cup to the brim, the last few drops from Twilight's firehose causing the cup to overflow onto the table.

"Whew. What a way to start the day," chuckled the princess. She grabbed a fistful of Rarity's hair, formerly lush and elegant, and used it to wipe the drool and cum from her cock. "I think I'll have that shower now. There's a list on the coffee table of things I need you to do before lunch. No need to clean yourself up, you and I both know you'll just end up a mess again before you get back."

"Yes, Goddess…" wheezed Rarity. The princess laughed, giving her whore another series of firm slaps to the face.

"When you're done with your breakfast, make sure you clean this mess up. I don't need my dining room smelling like cum." Twilight finished cleaning her shaft with Rarity's shiny locks, turning for the exit before stopping. "Don't forget your manners, pig. What do you say?"

"Thank you… For using my worthless body…"

Rarity barely kept her eyes open as Twilight happily and energetically bounced out of the room, her sights set on the shower. It took about every ounce of her strength, but Rarity finally sat up, clutching her throat and squeezing her left eye shut to protect it from the glob of cum that was threatening to drop down. She looked to her "breakfast", little more than the cum-drenched scraps of someone else's meal. Someone better than her. Rarity smiled as she lifted her teacup, taking as delicate and dignified of a sip of hot cum as was possible given the circumstances.

Her Goddess had once again reminded her of her place, and once again showed the world what the real Rarity looked like.