The Real Rarity

“Goddess?” asked Rarity, her nude body kneeling before the grand doors of Canterlot castle. Behind her, she could hear the restless pacing of her mistress, the anxious display filling Rarity with no small amount of dread. “Though I would never doubt you, I just can’t help but wonder… Are you nervous right now? You seem, forgive my blasphemy, a bit afraid”

The pacing stopped, replaced by the slowly growing sound of the Goddess’ footsteps. Rarity braced herself, preparing for the inevitable strike, but it never came. Instead, the leash connected to the collar around Rarity’s neck floated into the Goddess’ hand, who firmly pulled her property to her feet.

“Objectively, and with no disrespect intended to her, I could make Celestia my bitch if I felt like it,” said Twilight plainly. “She intimidates me as much as an ant intimidates a boot. That said… I have a great deal of love and respect for the Princess. Unlike your life, her opinion of me matters to me. A lot. So yes, I am a bit tense, but afraid? Only an empty-brained cockpuppet like you would ever be stupid enough to even think something like that, never mind say it out loud. I am a God, plain and simple. There is nothing for me to fear.”

“Of course, Goddess. You are almighty, of course.” Rarity bowed her head, surprised and a bit disappointed that her owner had decided to keep her abuse purely verbal thus far. “I did not mean to imply anything to the contrary.”

“Hmph. If your plan is to embarrass me in front of Celestia, I would urge you to reconsider. You won’t like what I do to you.”

“N-no, Goddess Twilight. Never. Please, forgive me, I—”

“Quiet. She’s coming.”

Sure enough, Rarity could hear the approaching footsteps on the other side of the door. Rarity only had the time to stand up straight and look straight ahead before the doors swung open, and in the doorway stood the Princess of Equestria herself. Celestia was a slender specimen, her moderate proportions betrayed only by her notable height; The Solar Princess stood a bit taller than even Goddess Twilight. Princess Celestia smiled to her student, a smile that the younger princess returned in kind.

"Oh, so you do remember where I live, then?" remarked Princess Celestia, an unmistakable levity in her somewhat stern words. "Then I suppose you must have some other excuse as to why you haven't been visiting me?"

"You know, I keep meaning to. Somehow, some new world-threatening monster always seems to pop up right before I buy my ticket." Twilight laughed and brought her arms up to hug her mentor. "It's good to see you, Celestia."

"And you, my dear. It's been too long." Celestia glanced in Rarity's direction, and her smile shifted. "I see you brought it along with you, after all."

"Who am I to deny a request from the Princess of all of Equestria?" Twilight pulled on Rarity's leash, bringing the whore stumbling forward. "I'll admit, I didn't expect you to want to use her. My understanding is that these kinds of things never really appealed to you."

"They do not. I prefer a more… observatory role. Either way, that's not all I've called you here for," said Celestia, turning to re-enter her throne room. "I've actually called you here to help settle a wager I had with my sister."

“A bet with Luna?” mused Twilight. “This oughta be good. Lead the way.”

Celestia laughed her airy, elegant laugh as she turned back to enter the throne room. Twilight strode forward, dragging Rarity behind her. She stumbled forth, her naked body nearly going ass over tea kettle from the force with which her Goddess pulled her along. To her surprise, and Rarity suspected much to her Goddess’ as well, they were not alone when they entered; Luna’s presence, seated at her luxurious onyx throne, was perhaps to be expected, though that was the least of the pair’s concerns.

“Well, well, well! Look who finally decided to join us!” cackled Trixie, striking a pose not dissimilar to a supervillain preparing to square off with their nemesis. Rarity was supremely unhappy to see her owner’s rival, but she knew better than to make that feeling known. Instead, she simply seethed beside her Goddess, watching the scene unfold before her. “Princess Twilight Snarkle, a pleasure as always.”

“Oh, Celestia, I see you’ve decided to hire a new court jester. I thought Canterlot did away with that tradition ages ago,” remarked Twilight, barely sparing Trixie even a sideways glance. She did, however, look up to Princess Luna, and gave the Mistress of the Night a polite nod. “Hello, Princess. Nice to see you.”

“We are quite pleased to see you, Ourself,” said Luna. “Though I do hope you can keep from butting heads with my student for the time being.”

“Student? You mean you accepted Trixie as your protege?” Twilight turned to her rival, the lesser mage, and smirked. “Well, congratulations on finally learning some magic, Trixie. It only took you, what, twelve years?”

“Oh, I’ve been practicing magic all this time, Snarkle,” shot Trixie. “In fact, I’m surely your equal by now. You may have noticed Trixie’s growth, if your head wasn’t lodged so far up your—”

“In any case, you were not summoned here to determine which of you is the better mage.” Ever the peacekeeper, Princess Celestia intervened before the two went for each other’s throats. Rarity quietly wished that Celestia would have let it play out, if for no other reason than to see her Goddess, the greatest woman to ever draw breath, wipe the floor with the narcissistic stage magician. “This isn’t about magic, per say. It’s about your… shared hobby, shall we say."

"Oh, don't tell me you have one, too?" complained Twilight, shaking Rarity's leash. "Could you copy my style any harder, Trixie?"

"Ha! Trixie? Copy you? That's a good one, Snarkle!" laughed Trixie. "You didn't invent slavery, you idiot!”

“Grr…” Rarity very nearly spoke out to defend her Goddess’ honor, if not for a subtle wave of Twilight’s magic shutting her mouth for her. “Hmph…”

“In any case, we were curious about how the pair of you handle your servants,” said Celestia, as if nothing strange was occurring at all. “My presumption is that Twilight is a bit harsher—”

“While I know it to be true that Miss Lulamoon is the crueler owner,” chimed Luna.

“And thus, our wager. We have invited you here to demonstrate the depths of your cruel depravity. Whomever displays more intense and creative domination over their property wins.” Celestia reclaimed her throne besides her sister. “I would offer a prize, but I imagine the knowledge that you are undisputedly superior and dominant to your rival is reward enough?”

“Consider your little wager settled, your highness,” said Trixie, wearing a devious grin. “Watch as I make Snarkle’s hold on her slave look like a babysitting service! Oi, sissy slave! Present yourself to your mistress!”

The doors to the throne room opened once more, and slowly, in strode a very effeminate figure, balancing three books atop their head. They wore a frilly, pink maid’s dress, the hem of which came to a stop barely halfway down the length of their thick, smooth amber thighs. Their full, scarlet-painted lips were curled into an uneasy smile as they clumsily strutted forward in four-inch crimson heels, coming to a stop beside Trixie. It took a moment of examination, but Rarity soon realized who she was looking it. The smattering of freckles and the dull turquoise hair (though quite a bit longer than she recalled, and done up into a quite adorable pair of pigtails) were the dead giveaways.

“Really, Trixie? Snails?” remarked Twilight. “To think you’d resort to robbing the cradle like that. You’re 32, and he must be what? 19?”

“20, actually,” chimed Trixie’s pet. “And, um, if you don’t mind… I go by Glitter Shell now. Mistress chose it for me, isn’t it pretty?”

“Very pretty,” said Rarity with a smile. She extended her hand. “Hello, Glitter. I’m sure you remember me? I suppose we’re to be helping our owners compete today?”

“Hope you don’t mind.” Glitter accepted Rarity’s hand and shook. “Sounds like it’ll be fun!”

“Oh, loads of fun.” Rarity grinned. “If you enjoy losing, of course.”

"Now, Princess, you are aware that the way I use my slave is a bit, eh…" Twilight shrugged. "Messy. I'd hate to leave your throne room looking like a seedy brothel."

"We pay our cleaning staff handsomely to maintain a room that most people are too afraid to dirty in the first place," said Celestia with a smirk. "Let them earn their check, for once."

"Your words, Princess, not mine."

"Are we done with the excuses? I say you should just go ahead and award me the winner, anyway!" declared Trixie, once again drawing all eyes onto her. She gestured to Glitter, still standing by her mistress' side and balancing her books on her head. "Look at this balance! This discipline! Such things are only possible due to strict training from yours truly, clearly more strict than whatever Snarkle does to her pet."

"Congratulations, Trixie, you put books on his head," droned Twilight.

"Her head. And it's not just that. Observe!" Trixie clapped twice, and Glitter immediately stood up a bit straighter. "Glitter, dance for your Mistress."

"Yes, Miss Trixie," said Glitter. She perked up and boosted herself up onto the toes of just one foot, like a ballerina, and gracefully began to twirl and sway to a tune that only she knew. Even with her increasingly energetic and flowing movements, the books remained atop her head, which was especially impressive when Glitter leapt into the air and spun, landing elegantly back down on the ground with her books still intact.

"Impressive, no?" said Trixie to the modest applause of the princesses. "I'll take my trophy now, if you don't mind terribly."

"What, you don't think I taught this jizzsock a few tricks? Please, don't make me laugh," scoffed Twilight, rolling her eyes. "Cunt! Sit!"

"Yes, Goddess!" Rarity immediately did as she was told, dropping down onto her generously cushioned bottom.

"Roll over." Twilight smirked as Rarity instantly obeyed her commands with zero thought or hesitation. "Beg." When Rarity was finished rolling and wallowing in the ground, she resumed her sitting position with her hands folded in prayer, and her mouth hanging open like a panting dog. "Speak."

"Goddess Twilight is the most cruel, beautiful, terrifying, wonderful woman in the world! I'm unworthy to lick the bottoms of her shoes!" proclaimed Rarity. She glanced sideways and caught a glimpse of Trixie's irate expression, so she continued on. "She's certainly more great and powerful than any stage magician…"

"See how she does what I say, no matter how humiliating?" said Twilight with a smirk. “I’d tell you all the terrible things I’ve done to her to make her so obedient, but I’m afraid the Princess has only cleared the one afternoon.”

“If this continues to amuse, I’d be tempted to clear the whole weekend,” remarked Celestia.

“Indeed. The animal behavior is especially impressive,” said Luna. “And she didn’t even hesitate to perform in front of us. Most impressive, indeed.”

“No performance here, Princess. She’s just that badly ruined,” said Twilight. “I put in a lot of work to teach her how to behave, and then I beat her no matter if she does well or not! It’s the perfect system!”

“I always long for my Godess’ beatings!” chimed Rarity. “Sometimes, if Goddess Twilight is too busy and can’t hit me that day, I have trouble getting to sleep. I just need to—”

Rarity let out a winded squeal as Twilight swung her leg harshly into Rarity’s cunt, brutally unleashing the full force of her latent earth pony strength against the poor whore’s pussy. She doubled over in pain, nearly crying from the impact, and Twilight grinned at the way Rarity quivered and shuddered. She planted her foot firmly against her toy’s head, pressing her face firmly against the tile.

“What do you say to that, cunt?” said Twilight, smirking at Trixie’s unenthused little frown.

“Th-thank you,” whimpered Rarity. “For punishing my worthless flesh…”

“Good bitch, but I didn’t mean you.”

“Oh, so that’s all? Just hit your thing enough and that makes you the better owner?” remarked Trixie. She grabbed Glitter by the hair and yanked firmly, sending her tumbling to the ground with a sick thud. Trixie used her magic to grab Glitter Shell by her ankles and raise them up and apart, causing her skirt to drop and reveal her tiny steel chastity cage. With nary a moment of hesitation, Trixie brought her foot down between Glitter’s spread legs once, twice, three times before releasing her magical grip on her plaything. “See? Anyone can do that, Snarkle. Be more creative, like this! Glitter, what’s the score?”

“Oh my gosh… Oh geez…” Glitter slowly sat herself up, clutching her throbbing, trampled, caged package. “That was three, so… 1,134 stomps to my caged sissy clit this month. 512 of them were to punish me for mistakes I made. The other 622 were just for fun…”

“Over 1,100 in a month?” said Celestia. “Isn’t it only the 8th?”

“Had I known you were so easily impressed, I wouldn't have tried so hard when I was your student, Princess," remarked Twilight, rolling her eyes. "Hm… Actually, I probably would. The idea of being just barely passable, like Trixie, sickens me."

"You talk too much, Snarkle," complained Trixie. This drew the attention of everyone in the room, including Glitter and Luna (who were ostensibly on Trixie's side in this conflict).

"I talk too much?"

“It’s true! You talk too much! Oh, look at me! The Princess’ best student! Equestria’s favorite daughter! God’s most special little angel!” Trixie pointed to her gullet and faux-wretched, like an overly dramatic middle schooler. “Why don’t you actually back up some of that big, dom, mistress talk of yours? Because, from where I’m standing, it seems like you’re all show, no go! Even when you’re the one to set the goalpost, Trixie gets a slamdunk!”

“Those are two different sports,” sighed Twilight. “But fine. I was trying to be polite for the benefit of the princesses, but since I evidently talk too much… Cunt!”

“Yes, Mistress!” Rarity scrambled before her owner, prostrating at her feet in a display of worship and submission. “How may I serve you?”

“I want you unconscious, as quickly as you can manage.” Twilight snapped her fingers and, in a flash of light, her trousers vanished to reveal her fat, powerful cock. “Choke on it.”

“Did you want me to actually black out with your cock in my throat?” asked Rarity, tilting her head curiously. “Or were you speaking more metaphorically?”

“I don’t like repeating myself, jizz-for-brains.”

“Of course not, my Goddess. One unconscious cock sock, coming up!” Rarity pushed herself upright on her knees, then took in a deep breath. She held in that breath for a while, until her cheeks were flushed red and she was feeling quite a bit lightheaded, at which point she snapped down at the waist and smashed her face against the polished marble floor. Rarity jerked herself up after the impact and, without giving herself even a moment to inhale, she forced her Godess’ thick, meaty, delicious cock to the back of her greedy throat. Twilight was very pleased by this sensation, and she grabbed Rarity by the hair and pulled her closer until the cunt’s dainty little nose was pressed to The Godess’ pelvis, and Twilight’s flare was properly ensconced by the twitching, convulsing, quaking tunnel that was Rarity’s throat.

“There’s a good bitch. I love watching you give yourself brain damage for me,” said Twilight with a little giggle, watching with a grin as Rarity’s face shifted in shade from bright red to an unsightly blue. Her hacking and choking began to slow, and the light behind the whore’s eyes began to fade, which said to Twilight that Rarity was succeeding at her given task. “Just keep it together, understand? If you puke on Celestia’s floor, they’re going to ship you home in a box.”

Rarity couldn’t respond, due to her mouthful of dick and probable concussion, but that didn’t matter. She understood the command, and if Rarity was good at anything, it was following orders. With the last of her strength, Rarity grabbed Twilight around the waist and pulled herself in even closer, swallowing down more of Twilight’s cock than she had in a long time. Her vision doubled, and the room spun around her as she choked on her sole reason for living. The last thing Rarity heard was the sound of her own blood rushing in her head before she passed out, her limp, unresponsive body sliding to the floor with a thud. Thick strings of precum and throat slime connected her face to her Mistress’ bitchbreaker, and if not for her breath visibly moving those strings, Twilight would have been prepared to dig through her library to brush up on her necromancy.

Thankfully, it didn’t come to that this time.

“Is she going to be okay?” asked Celestia, grinning openly at the show. A quick glance in her sister’s direction showed that the Matron of the Night was enjoying the display just as much. “That seemed to be quite the impact.”

“She’ll be fine. I do worse to her all the time,” said Twilight with a shrug. “I typically rape her once or twice before she comes to, but in the interest of time…”

Twilight snapped her fingers and used her shimmering purple aura to grab Rarity around her empty little head. There was a high-pitched noise, like nails against chalkboard, followed swiftly by a scream from Rarity, who was jolted awake by her mistress’ magical intervention. Rarity clutched her head, curled over herself and panting down choking, labored breaths. It was Glitter who stooped down to join Rarity, offering her rather scrawny little arm to help Rarity to her feet.

“That was pretty impressive, Rarity!” said Glitter with a bright little smile. Though a bit dazed and discombobulated, Rarity was conscious enough by then to return Glitter’s smile. “Miss Trixie is really gonna have to give it to me if she wants to top that.”

“Glitter! Did I say you could leave my side?” snarled Trixie. She angrily clapped her hands, and Glitter immediately scampered over to her mistress’ side. She grabbed a healthy handful of Glitter’s hair and tugged, her fiery annoyance nearly enough to catch flame. “Remember who you belong to, or I swear to God I will castrate you right in front of Princess Celestia.”

“Y-Yes, Mistress! I’m sorry, I’ll be a better cockhole, I promise!” Rarity couldn’t help but notice that, despite her desperate pleading, Glitter visibly shuddered at the idea of Trixie’s threat. Perhaps to distract from this, Glitter bent forward at the waist, flaring her skirt up to offer her tight, petite little ass to her owner. “P-please, abuse my pussy, Miss Trixie. Hurt me for forgetting my place.”

“Hmph. Perhaps a hot load will teach you behave.” Trixie pulled off her skirt in one fluid, dramatic motion and dropped it to the floor. Her concealment charm, surely the same that Goddess Twilight used to keep herself in her clothes, broke upon the skirt’s removal, and Trixie’s impressive cock was allowed to swing freely. As she guided her fat slab of meat to Glitter’s eager hole, a little snort from Rarity distracted her. “Is something funny, Tits McGee?”

“Not funny, no. Just an observation,” said Rarity with a smirk. She glanced back to her owner, her God, particularly the fat, veiny cock that she owed her very life to, and bit her lip. “It’s just that Goddess is bigger.”

“It’s not just about size, you dumb skank. You also need to know what to do with it. Observe.” Without any further warning, Trixie buried nearly every inch of her formidable equipment into Glitter, who let out a shrill little squeal in surprise. She nearly jumped off of Trixie’s cock, her little legs kicking out underneath her as she was savagely spread by a dick that was frankly too big for any reasonable person to take. “It’s about using every inch to own your property’s mind, body, and soul. Right, Glitter?”

“I belong to Miss Trixie’s cock!” squealed Glitter. “My holes are for her pleasure!”

“And now we’re just right back to fucking our sex slaves. How does this prove anything?” said Twilight, rolling her eyes. She glanced at Trixie, who seemed to be thoroughly enjoying herself, and shrugged. “Well, if she’s getting a piece, I may as well, too. Get over here, cunt.”

“Yes, Goddess, right away!” Rarity took two steps towards her Goddess and stopped, a lightbulb going off in her head. Twilight could see the revelation strike her, but didn’t say anything about it. Instead, she waited for Rarity to approach, and she leaned in to her the cunt excitedly whisper. “Goddess, I had an idea! I know how we can win!”

“You know something that I don’t?” asked Twilight, though her question was less threatening than it perhaps sounded. “What am I missing?”

“We’re trying to determine which of you is the most cruel, but this whole time, Glitter and I have been having the time of our lives,” said Rarity. “The only way for either side to get any headway in this contest is for one of us to be made unhappy.”

“But how am I supposed to do that? I’ve conditioned you so well, you get off to anything I do to you, you freak.”

“Of course. But I didn't mean me, I meant making Glitter unhappy. If we can prove there’s a line for Trixie that she won’t cross… Do you trust me?” asked Rarity. Twilight gently laid her hand against Rarity’s face, slowly drifting down until she was within reach to firmly grip Rarity around the throat.

“If your little plan doesn't work, I will sew your cunt shut and fuck your sister in front of you every night for the rest of your worthless, pathetic life.” Twilight smiled and, almost sweetly, spat onto Rarity’s face. “So I suppose that’s trust, of sorts.”

"I won't disappoint you."

"Working out the conditions of your forfeit?" said Trixie. "Or does Glitter's poor hole need to suffer more before you're convinced?”

“I do admit, I’m very impressed by you,” said Rarity, slinking forward to her opponents. She stooped down next to Glitter, brushing some of her minty hair out of her face with a tender hand. “Though Miss Trixie isn’t quite as big as my Goddess, she’s still quite a bit bigger than average. And she’s really giving it to you, you must feel so full.”

“Miss Trixie’s cock… feels so good!” grunted Glitter, her tongue hanging lewdly from her mouth. “So close…”

“Indeed, you’re quite the slave, Mr. Snails.” Rarity flashed a smile and gave a little nod. “You make for an excellent fuckhole, for a boy.”

Before she had the chance to take it back, or even be corrected by Glitter, Rarity felt a strong hand around her throat. Her initial instinct was to panic, but, after a second to compose herself, Rarity was able to look up into Trixie’s fiery eyes. Fury was her dominant expression, strong enough to make a mare buckle with just a passing glance, and more than enough to make Rarity reconsider her actions.

That is, if this wasn’t exactly what Rarity had hoped to happen.

“With Celestia as my witness,” snarled Trixie, her voice dropping with venom. “Her name is Glitter, and if you deadname her again, you’ll need to find a way to suck cock with a wired jaw.”

“Oh. My mistake, Ms. Trixie, must have slipped my mind,” said Rarity, barely containing her smirk. “Honestly, I’m surprised you care so much. Given that you’re such a cruel and harsh mistress, and all.”

Trixie’s face fell because, in that one moment, with her hand around the whore’s throat, Trixie realized that she had lost.

“Well, well, well, would you look at that?” Twilight chuckled as she went out to join the three. She pulled Rarity from Trixie’s grasp and bent her over at the waist before forcing herself into her faithful cocksleeve. Rarity barely had time to moan before her Goddess was raping her holes, matching Trixie’s earlier speed and intensity. “It seems like you care about your slave quite a bit, if you’re so upset about my idiot cumhole misgendering her. Oh, and Glitter? Apologies about that. I’ll make sure she never does it again.”

“It’s nothing, Miss Twilight. I don’t mind all that much.” Glitter looked up at her mistress with pleading in her eyes, as if begging Trixie to let it slide and stay in the game. “I’m a girl, but you can call me a boy. It’s ok, honest.”

“Grr… No it’s not!” Trixie snapped. “You’re a girl. My girl. And if I have to call you something else just to prove that I’m better than Sparkle… Then it isn’t worth it.”

“Is that a forfeit I hear?” said Celestia with a smirk. Luna rolled her eyes before bowing her head.

“It seems that way, sister,” said Luna. “Although, speaking honestly, I would not have expected for our little contest to end up this way.”

“Me neither. Of course, I always presumed I would be deemed harsher than Trixie, because I genuinely could not care less about this thing,” said Twilight, gesturing vaguely in Rarity’s direction. “But… I’m impressed, Trixie. You shelved your ego for someone you care about, and you would rather lose to me than hurt them. That couldn’t have been easy. That’s surprisingly noble of you.”

“Do not patronize me, Sparkle,” grumbled Trixie. Even as she spoke, Glitter began wiggling her hips back, making it very difficult for Trixie to maintain her grumpy little facade. “Hngh… I’m trying to have a conversation, slut.”

“Sorry, Mistress…” said Glitter. “It’s just that you feel so good in my pussy… I need more!”

“I’m not being patronizing. I meant what I said. You know, Trixie, I don’t really know why we historically dislike each other. Sure, you may be a hothead with a big mouth, but I’ve dealt with worse. And today, you’ve definitely earned my respect.” With one hand holding Rarity by the tail to create a handle by which Twilight could continue pummeling her cunt, The Goddess offered her other hand to her opponent, her rival, and perhaps even her friend. “Why don’t we head back to my place after this, crack open some wine, and pass our fleshlights around?”

“Hm… I suppose Trixie could picture worse company. Though, honestly? Wine? For an orgy?” Trixie rolled her eyes. “A bit tame, don’t you think?”

“Fine. I’ll bring whiskey, you bring tequila.”

“Now you’re talking.”

Trixie shook her opponents hand and, almost as if they had agreed on it before hand, both owners took that opportunity to properly pound their property. Glitter moaned and squealed, reaching forward out of some instinct and nearly falling over. Luckily, Rarity was able to reach up and grab her, supporting her fellow servant as they both had conscious thought completely reamed out of their brains. The two laced their fingers together, holding hands before diving forward to deeply kiss. Between the tongue in her mouth and the cock in her ass, Glitter could feel herself straining against her cage, and it only took a few more strokes to have her caged clit twitching and dribbling out cum.

Next came the masters, with Trixie unloading buckets into her slave just a split second before Twilight did the same. Waves of hot mare jizz flooded each slave, filling them both to the brink. Twilight sighed a contented little sigh before dropping Rarity onto a sticky pile on the floor, very surprised to see that Trixie was still going. Glitter’s flat, smooth belly began to balloon with cum, giving her a nice little pudge befre Trixie finally released her. Glitter fell with a bit more grace, landing gently on Rarity without spilling more than a drop of her mistress’ seed.

“Huh. You keep impressing me, Trixie. That was a lot. Hope you still have more in you for our little party at my place. Speaking of which, Princess, I—” Twilight turned to acknowledge her mentor, initially surprised, but then rather amused, when she realized that Celestia had stopped listening in favor of rubbing her cunt through her silk dress. “Well, I think we’ll leave you be, Celestia, Luna. I know you two prefer just watching, but if you want to have a turn… Well, you know where I live.”

Twilight waved goodbye before grabbing Rarity by the hair and pulling her across the floor like a sack of potatoes. Trixie simply clapped twice, and Glitter was on her feet and hurrying to join the mistresses as they departed. She walked with a bit of a limp, and a bit slowly to avoid leaking out a trail of cum behind her, but she smiled with complete and utter contentment. Rarity smiled in her own right before turning her head slightly to address Glitter.

“I hope there’s no hard feelings about what I said, Glitter?” said Rarity. “I didn’t mean to actually upset you.”

“Nah, it’s ok. Like I said, I don’t really get bothered by that kind of thing anymore. I am what I am, and as long as Ms. Trixie is happy with that, then I’m happy, too,” said Glitter. “My mistress really loves me, even if she won’t say it. Is Miss Twilight like that, too?”

Rarity tapped her chin thoughtfully, ruminating over the question. Did Twilight really, truly love and care for her? Was her Goddess persona simply a facade, to facilitate kinky fun for both parties?

“Why, I certainly hope not!”