The Real Rarity

From the moment she got off the train that evening, Rarity knew it was going to be a long one for her.

She had recently begun closing the Boutique on Fridays. To give herself an extra day during the weekend to handle errands and the like to improve her business. Or so she claimed. Truth be told, Rarity's business mostly ran itself these days, and aside from a few order forms and the similar, Rarity very rarely had any additional administrative tasks to worry about. That isn't to say that these additional Fridays off have gone to waste. Quite the contrary, Rarity made great use of the extra day, not to work on her business, but to work on herself.

"This is absurd."

Rarity stared up at the looming castle just ahead, the familiar homestead suddenly quite intimidating now that she had talked herself into this. With a trepidatious little sigh, Rarity lowered the brim of her sunhat and strolled up to Twilight's door, giving it a firm knock, the sound of her knuckles against the oak sending booming echoes throughout the castle. It was a bit late, but Twilight was known for being a bit of a night owl, so Rarity still had hope that Twilight would be awake. Thankfully, it wasn't long before Rarity could hear footsteps approaching, and quickly pulled down on her hat to further hide her face just in time for the door to swing open.

"Oh, hey, Rarity." Twilight was clearly confused, though not displeased, to see her friend at her doorstep. "I wasn’t expecting you, especially not at this hour. I thought you were in Manehattan for the weekend."

"I… I needed to come home, to handle some things," said Rarity, a bit evasively. "May I come in?"

"Of course. Come on in!" Twilight gestured to her home and stepped aside so Rarity could enter, which she promptly did. "I was just in the study, getting some papers ready for Princess Celestia. I just brewed a pot of tea, if you'd like to join me?"

"That sounds marvelous, darling. I follow your lead."

Rarity followed her dear friend throughout the castle, down the main corridor and to the cozy little study in which Twilight spent much of her time. It was a bit small, as far as rooms in a castle go, with a simple bookshelf against the wall, as well as a a rather spacious desk that was currently laden with a small tea tray. Twilight gestured for the seat opposite of her desk, which Rarity claimed with a quiet utterance of thanks. As she got comfortable, Twilight made her way to her tea tray, pouring out two cups of the hot, steaming brew.

"Honey, right?" asked Twilight.

"Yes, that sounds lovely." Rarity glanced over her shoulder as Twilight prepared their tea. "Have Spike and Starlight turned in for the night?"

"They're not here. Cadence needed their help with something in The Empire, they'll be away until Monday." Twilight turned and offered the tea to Rarity. "Is there something you wanted to… talk about…"

Twilight trailed off because, as she was offering Rarity her tea, finally did Rarity remove her hat. Without the brim to hide her features, the damage was now out in the open; a busted lip and a few bruises poorly hidden by makeup. The cherry on top was her eye, horribly blackened and swollen, as if she had just come back from losing an intense boxing match. Twilight nearly dropped the tea, only keeping it from the floor with the help of Rarity, who took the cup and took a gentle sip.

"Thank you, dear," said Rarity tiredly. "You have no idea how badly I needed this…"

"What in Celestia's name happened to you?" asked Twilight. Rarity just sort of sighed, and Twilight gently grabbed her by the wrist. "Rarity, please. Tell me what happened. Who did this to you?"

"It's… It's a bit of a story. One that I can only bring myself to share if you swear to me that you won't tell another soul."

"Rarity, if someone hurt you—"

"I know, I know. But I want to handle this my own way. And I need your help for that," said Rarity. Twilight cocked her brow in suspicion, a question hanging on her tongue but not yet leaving her lips. Rarity could tell what she was worried about, and quickly amended. "Nothing drastic, darling. I don't need your help ditching a body or anything quite so dramatic. I promise, it'll make sense once I explain, just please. Keep this between you and me."

"I… Okay. Okay, I won't tell anyone," said Twilight. "But if you're still in danger…"

"I'm not. I promise." Rarity set her tea down and waited. Twilight was clearly conflicted but, after a short second of contemplation, the princess sat behind her desk to offer her ear. "I'm not certain if you've noticed, but I've recently been taking trips to Manehattan over the weekends. I've been saying it's for work, but that was a lie. I've been going to Manehattan for… anonymous meet-ups, if you know what I mean."

"You mean like… hooking up? With strangers?" Twilight tilted her head, in confusion. "That sounds… unlike you."

"I'm sure someone of your stature can understand what it's like to have needs, but no manner by which to meet them. Don't misunderstand me, I know I have it a bit easier than a princess as far as public image goes, which is why I go to Manehattan. Fewer people are likely to recognize me, or care if they do. So I went this weekend, just as usual. Met a nice gentleman at a bar, and we went back to the hotel I stayed at." Rarity chuckled dryly, gently massaging her bruised eye. "Turns out, he wasn't so nice, after all."

"Rarity… I am so sorry," said Twilight, covering her mouth with a palm. "What ha— Sorry, no, that's a terrible question. I don't know what I was thinking to ask you something like that, I'm sorry."

"We were kissing in our room. He got handsy, started feeling on me, but I didn't stop him. He asked me to… perform oral services on him," Rarity recounted the harrowing tale in a way that made it abundantly clear that she hadn't stopped thinking about it for a second since it happened. "I told him I wasn't ready, and we kept kissing. A few minutes later, he asked again. And again. And I said no, again and again, until he finally had enough and hit me in the face. He told me to do it if I knew what was good for me, and when I refused again… He punched me, and forced me to the ground. He… made me do it.

"When he was finished, I cried. And he hit me to shut me up. He told me he'd hit me again if I didn't stop crying. Then he… we… we had sex. And I kept crying, so he kept hitting me. We must have been at it for hours. The sun was up by the time he finally decided he had enough, and he left. I never even caught his name. And Twilight, please listen clearly to this next bit, because I mean it from the bottom of my heart.”

Rarity looked up to meet Twilight’s eyes, a surprising expression in her gaze. It wasn’t pain or fear or shame in that look. If Twilight had to put a word to it, the only word she could manage would be “hunger”.

“I have been waiting, wanting, praying to God that something like that would one day happen to me,” said Rarity. “And it was everything I wanted, plus more.” Twilight pressed her lips together, her demeanor shifting somewhat. If she was concerned at first, now, the princess seemed to be uncomfortable more than anything. “That was probably a lot to hear at once. Forgive me, I couldn’t think of a gentler way to put this into words.”

“Rarity,” said Twilight finally. “You were assaulted.”

“Debatable.”

“No, not debatable. A man forced you to participate in a sexual act under the threat of physical violence. That is almost the dictionary definition of the word.” Twilight stood up, and restlessly paced behind her desk. She was on edge, clearly, not that Rarity could blame her. “You were sexually assaulted. Abused. Raped. And you’re telling me… You wanted this?”

“That is correct. I would always tease the most… sketchy looking guys I could find on my little excursions. It was a matter of time, and it was more than worth the wait.”

“Okay. Wow. That’s… That’s a lot. But… If this was your goal…” Twilight stopped to look her friend up one way then the other, as if to ensure that this was truly happening. “And forgive me if this is an insensitive question, but if this was your entire point of going out like that… Then why are you telling me?”

A sigh left Rarity’s lips, and she rested the unbruised half of her face in her palm. Obviously, she knew that they’d get to that question. It was the entire purpose of the visit, after all. And yet, as prepared as she was, Rarity still paused, because she was scared. No matter how the situation played out, Rarity was terrified of every potential prospect. Yet, Rarity knew in her heart that she would hate herself until her dying day if she didn’t at least ask.

“Because, Twilight, I think you are the single most attractive woman walking the planet,” said Rarity, swallowing down all of her fear, her anxiety, her embarrassment, all for one moment of glory. “And it would make me incredibly, unendingly, unsurpassably happy if you would do to me what that man did in that hotel.”

Twilight stopped in place, not immediately responding, which was about what Rarity would expect from her. She had just dropped a bomb, one that would irrevocably change—if not out and out ruin—their friendship. Then, so slowly that Rarity wasn’t sure if she was truly seeing it at first, Twilight’s expression shifted. Her stunned concern gave way to stern, unyielding intensity. She silently lit her horn with magic and, behind Rarity, the door to the study breezed closed with a gentle flourish of magic. The cold metallic click of the door locking, along with Twilight’s fervid gaze, made Rarity feel quite trapped, and wondering if she may have made a mistake.

“I promised not to tell anyone what you told me. Now, it’s your turn,” said Twilight, her tone suddenly quite different than before. There was a deep, burning, smoldering fury supporting her words. “Do I have your word?”

“I… Yes. Yes, of course,” swore Rarity. “Whatever is said here doesn’t leave this room.”

“Good. Because Rarity, I don’t think you have any idea what you’re getting yourself into.”

The atmosphere of the situation changed. Twilight was beginning to sound less and less like herself, her gentle, understanding, and kind tone fading with each new word from her lips. There was no compassion in her eyes, not an ounce of tenderness in her voice. Rarity felt her heart skip a beat as Twilight's energy became more ominous, more menacing. Not unlike that man the previous night, when Rarity refused his request.

"I know it's a crazy thing to ask of you. Frankly, I was expecting an immediate 'no' from you," said Rarity. "I thought—"

"No. You didn't. You didn't think for a second. Not when you were playing rapebait in Manehattan. Not when you let him go after he hurt you. And certainly not when you came here to me," said Twilight. "Let me tell you what I intended to do when I first heard what happened to you, just so you get an idea as to what you're asking me for. My plan, Rarity, was to reach into your mind and withdraw the memory of your attacker. With a simple bit of cognitimancy, one can bottle another person's memory for future viewing from any party with the suitable equipment."

"Why would you—"

"Using your memory, I'd be able to find your attacker pretty easily. I would track him down. The instant he looked me in the eyes, another relatively simple bit of magic would destroy him. If I was feeling generous, I'd just scorch out the part of his brain that allows him to get an erection. If I wasn't… He wouldn't walk again. Then I'd quietly return here, where I would take the memory of your rape and play it on the biggest screen I can find, so that I may jerk off to one of my closest friend's most painful memory."

Now, it was Rarity's turn to be utterly stunned. She had inspected the situation from every angle before she committed, played out every possible outcome. Not once, not for a single second, did she ever expect something like that to come out of Twilight's mouth. This was the point when any sensible person would abandon the absurd plan, escape the trap they had put themselves in, and try to move on with their lives. But, judging by the thumping in her chest and the dampness between her thighs, Rarity was far from sensible.

"This is what I mean. You didn't think about this, did you? Because you don't know what it's like to be me. How could you?" snorted Twilight. "And it's more than just this crown, or my responsibility to do good for Equestria. I'm talking about power. Real power. Honestly, I don't know how Celestia keeps it together all these years later. I mean, with the power I have, I could just… leave the sun right where it is. Just stick it right in the middle of the sky and never lower it. I could dry every river and lake, scorch every field and crop. Let the sun roast the kingdom until everything you know and love has withered away. I have that power. And that's only if I feel like taking the scenic route. With a few choice words and an almost comically small amount of effort, I could end you. I could end everyone and everything. No one could stop me, Not Celestia, not Luna, not Discord, and certainly not a woman so fucked in the head that she throws herself at rapists in the hopes that they make her their next victim. I could end the world in the time it takes for you to cook breakfast."

That sick, terrified feeling in Rarity's gut only increased, almost as much as her arousal. Could this really be the same reserved, heroic woman that she had met all those years ago? Surely not. The Twilight that Rarity had known would never even think to say such terrible things. Yet, at the same time, the Rarity that the world knew wouldn't rendezvous with strangers from shady bars. Perhaps this was just proof that everyone has their dark side. As Rarity sat there, harrowed and trembling, a question popped into her mind. Not the most pressing question, given the new temperature of the conversation, but one that gnawed at Rarity's mind until she asked it anyway.

"T-then why?" squeaked Rarity quietly. "Why don't you?"

"Because that would make my friends sad," said Twilight. Her lips broke into a wicked smirk, sinister in the way she bared her teeth. Like a predator preparing to pounce. "And I wouldn't get to play with their lives anymore. I will admit, being the hero that always saves the world can be quite the high."

"Do you… foresee that changing?" asked Rarity nervously.

"As in, do I foresee myself going rogue and ending all life on the planet because I'm bored?" said Twilight. Rarity slowly nodded. "No. I can control myself, and it truly wouldn't be worth the effort in the end. You don't have to worry about that."

"Alright, good. Then my request still stands."

"Rarity, you're out of your mind."

"Almost certainly. But, if you'll allow me to point out the obvious," said Rarity. "You're clearly not exactly normal, yourself."

"And how do you figure that?"

"A normal person would have just said no. As opposed to explaining how you could hypothetically end all life on the planet in a level of detail that makes me doubt just how hypothetical your thought process actually is."

"Touche. Well, it ultimately doesn't matter. This wouldn't work out, anyway," said Twilight with a shrug. "You may think you want me to hurt you, but you vastly underestimate the depths of my depravity."

"Would you kill me?" asked Rarity.

"Well, no, I—"

"Then I assure you, I can handle whatever you dish out."

"Listen to me! This isn't as simple as a quick hookup in a dirty motel, Rarity!" Suddenly, Twilight was descending upon Rarity reaching over the desk to grab her under the chin, holding her face still with an unwavering, unflinching strength that was difficult to reconcile with Twilight's outwardly gentle nature. It filled Rarity with equal parts of dread and exhilaration to be handled so roughly by her friend. "This won't be just one little weekend. I know myself enough to know that if you grant me that level of power over you, I wouldn't be able to stop myself from doing it again and again. I may just ruin your life, Rarity. Is that what you want?"

It went quiet for a moment as Rarity seemed to contemplate her actions. Finally, Twilight was getting through to her. She was playing a dangerous game, taking a reckless gamble that she may not be able to pay when the house decided to collect. It was dangerous. Foolish. In Rarity's own words, it was absurd.

"Perhaps in the long term, we can build up to that," said Rarity. She tilted her head a bit, almost taunting Twilight with the casualness she treated this ridiculous proposition. "For now, I'd settle for you spitting in my mouth and making me your bitch."

"This all has been without addressing the core conceit of your pitch," said Twilight, shaking her head. "That being the assumption that I find you attractive enough to sleep with at all, nevermind make you my sex slave."

"Again, if you weren't attracted to me, a simple 'no' at the top would have sufficed. So, the way I see it, there are two paths before us. Either you tell me to get out and we never speak of this again, or…" Rarity opened her mouth, letting her tongue hang out like a panting dog. "Ahhh…"

Twilight stared at her friend, eyebrow arched in quiet contemplation. This whole situation was odd, to put it mildly. Rarity was easily the most buttoned-up and dignified member of their friend group, and for her to suggest something so absolutely insane made everything about the scenario smell fishy to Twilight. Even still, it was obviously tempting her. Of course she found Rarity attractive, as anyone would, and the idea of getting to do whatever she wanted to her was beginning to outweigh her caution and paranoia. Finally, after nearly a minute of contemplation, Twilight came to a decision.

"Close your mouth, Rarity. Here's what we'll do," explained Twilight. With a notable air of disappointment, Rarity did as she was told. "I'll help you fulfill your sick little kink. One week, probationary status. I'll put you through your training and, if at any point you want to quit, then you just say Midnight and we'll never talk about it ever again."

"And if, after a week, I don't stop you?" inquired Rarity. Twilight's facade slipped once more, revealing a sinister, villainous little smirk.

"Then your life is forfeit. I own you forever. Your mind, body, and soul. No limits. No backsies.” Twilight offered her hand, like The Devil to a sinner, and smiled. “Deal?”

The decision was made instantly, before the proposition was even offered. Without a second of doubt or hesitancy, Rarity took Twilight's hand into her own and shook.

“Deal,” she said. Though she was bold in her acceptance, the look in Twilight's eyes sent a shudder through Rarity, shaking her to her core. It was like looking at a different person. The kind, gentle, somewhat anxious Twilight Sparkle was nowhere to be found. This was something else. Something better, Rarity thought. “S-so. When do we start?”

Twilight barely had to twitch a finger to send an unspeakable surge of alicorn magic into the air, warping time and space and the very fabric of reality with her will alone. It was a power so incredible, so undeniable, the only word Rarity could think of to describe it would be “godly”. Never before had Rarity felt such an energy from Twilight, not even during their most perilous battles with their most dangerous foes. In the brief moment she had to contemplate, a chill ran down Rarity’s spine as she grappled with that. That meant that Twilight had been holding back her full might, and always had been.

So what did it mean for Rarity if Twilight was approaching her proposal with this unshackled power?

Rarity didn't get the chance to reach an answer before she was suddenly tumbling down, thrown by some great, unseen force. She hit the wall with a thud and a grunt, sliding down onto the cold cobblestone floor. She looked up, and somehow, she was someplace else; a small, dark, claustrophobic room with stone walls, lacking doors and windows and any other hope for escape. The only light came from a dim bulb hanging from the ceiling, much of the glow obstructed by the foreboding and intimidating form of The Princess of Friendship. Twilight stood before her fallen body, looking down with a sneer as Rarity pushed herself to her hands and knees.

“Oomf… You've teleported me before,” grunted Rarity. “It's normally… smoother than that.”

“That’s because I'm normally being very, very careful to not turn you into a smear on the floor of wherever it is we're going. Now, maybe a bit less careful,” explained Twilight. “I thought you'd enjoy a little bit of rough handling.”

“Of course. Just surprised, is all. You're taking to this quickly.”

“Heh. It really does suck, being the hero all the time.” Twilight stooped down to look Rarity in the eyes, and she smiled. “Because I really enjoy hurting people.”

“With all due respect, darling, you may be giving yourself a bit too much credit,” said Rarity. Twilight offered her hand, and Rarity took it. “You didn't exactly hurt me yet. Seems like you're going easy on me.”

“Are you flirting with me?” Twilight chuckled as she gripped Rarity by the hand, so as to help her to her feet. “If so, I'm flattered.”

Twilight's hand shot forward and grabbed Rarity by the throat, the sudden movement paralyzing the seamstress with fear. In a blink, Twilight was pulling Rarity up to her feet, then higher, pinned to the wall and barely able to choke down a terrified breath. Rarity swatted at Twilight’s hand, but the princess didn't even seem to register the contact.

“Do you still think you can flirt with me?” said Twilight quietly. “Do you still think I'm going to go easy on you?”

“W-well… Judging by… the way you're cuddling my neck,” gasped Rarity, some stubborn defiance from deep within. “Quite easy…”

“Heh. Heheheh. I’m going to enjoy this a lot.” Though she laughed, there wasn’t much humor in Twilight’s voice. Instead, her tone was that of restraint, a self-control that was fading with each passing moment. “Take off your clothes.”

“Oh? So forward already? You could—”

Rarity didn't get to finish her remark before Twilight's hand went across her face, as hard as Rarity had ever been hit by anything before. It stunned her at first, and her tears were soon followed by a sharp, stinging pain. Her hand went up to clutch her cheek; Twilight had hit her, she actually hit her. Even throughout all she'd heard so far, Rarity didn't think Twilight would actually strike her, at least not so effortlessly. The way Twilight slapped her was as if she had been longing to do such for a long, long time.

“Take off your clothes,” said Twilight again. Rarity blinked, quivering, pussy twanging as the adrenaline surged through her veins, and she took a moment to speak.

“Like… in a sexy way or—” Again, Twilight struck, harder than before. The sound of the slap echoed through the room, and a faint, purplish bruise very quickly began to form, barely seen amongst the other marks from Rarity’s violent rendezvous. “Oh, God…”

“Last chance. Take.” Twilight slapped Rarity again. “Off.” Again, another slap, harder than before. “Your fucking.” Again she swiped at Rarity, pawing her face and sending her head dinging into the wall. “Clothes.”

Finally, Rarity grabbed at her blouse, tearing at the buttons and shedding her top. Her horn lit with magic, and she used it to unfasten her skirt and send it crumpling to the ground. Her bra was next, the baby blue garment freeing Rarity’s heavy tits, and the matching panties slid down her thighs to bare her gushing, desperate little cunt. Her body exposed, now Twilight could see every bruise, bump, and hickey from the man who assaulted her in Manehattan, and the princess scowled at the damage.

“All these bruises…” breathed Twilight. Finally, she released her grasp on Rarity, dropping her back to the ground. “I'm starting to get jealous of the man who hurt you.”

“Twilight…” Rarity gulped and, almost without her conscious thought, she slid her hand between her legs and teased her cunt idly. “Darling, please… hurt me as much as you like…”

“You're going to regret saying that. Not that it makes any difference. Your fate was sealed the moment you shook my hand.” Twilight snapped her fingers and, with a flash of her magic, made Rarity’s discarded clothes disappear. “Won't be needing those anymore.”

“Erm… You did put those someplace safe, right?” said Rarity, clearing her throat. “That outfit took quite a while to design, and I only have the one.”

“Oh. Well, I had actually sent them to your bedroom, but in that case…”

Twilight snapped her fingers again, and Rarity’s clothes returned to the floor. Rarity reached for them—to fold them nearly and set them aside—but as her fingers neared the crumpled garments, the fabric erupted into a great plume of purple flame. Rarity watched, dumfounded, as her clothes burned before her eyes, until all that remained of her elegant design was soot and ash. All the while, Rarity watched on in shock, horror, and strangest of all, desire. To see Twilight display such cruelty was an incredible sensation, one that Rarity wanted more of.

“You… you destroyed it,” peeped Rarity. Even as she stared at the pile of smoldering cinders, she still could hardly believe it. “How do you expect me to get home tonight? I didn’t exactly pack a spare set of clothes.”

“I don’t. You’re not going anywhere until your week is up. You know what I do expect, Rarity?” With a flick of her wrist, Twilight sent Rarity tossing and turning over onto her stomach and, before she could make an attempt to sit up, the princess planted her foot against the back of Rarity’s head. The force was firm, but forgiving enough that Rarity wasn’t hurting just yet. “I expect you to mind your tone when you speak to me. I expect you to obey my orders without question. Or is that too much for an airheaded bimbo like you to understand?”

Rarity had known Twilight for years, over a decade at this point. They’d been through it all together, from silly disagreements to battles with unknowable, undefeatable ancient evils. And yet, despite that, never had Rarity heard such harsh, insulting words come from Twilight. It was as if she were a different person, and the more Rarity got to know this version of her friend, the more she found herself desiring her.

“Yes… I understand,” said Rarity. “I’ll do anything you say.”

“We’ll see. I still think you’re underestimating me.” Twilight stepped back, raising the weight of her foot from Rarity’s head. At her direction, Rarity sat herself up and leaned against the wall. Twilight kicked Rarity’s legs apart, and with a small burst of magic, she fabricated a wand vibrator from thin air. She tossed it to Rarity, who clumsily caught it. “Turn it on low and put it to your cunt.”

“Um… Okay?” Rarity was a bit confused by Twilight’s intentions, but did as she was told anyway. The buzzing toy sent tingles through her body, still a bit sore from the night before, but she savored the pleasure nevertheless. Things were going swimmingly, far better than Rarity could’ve ever expected, and all she wanted was more. “What now?”

“Now… It’s getting late, so I’ll be getting some much needed sleep,” yawned Twilight. Rarity’s eyes went wide, a gesture that Twilight saw and chuckled at. “What? I have you for the whole week, remember? No need to rush in yet. We’ll have plenty of time to have our fun tomorrow.”

“Y-yes, but… The way you’ve been talking to me, treating me… I was hoping for a little more than just a vibrator to keep me company.” Rarity moved her hand, or at least she tried to; Her grip around the vibrator didn’t waver, and she couldn’t get the toy to budge even an inch. She tried again, baffled until she looked a bit closer, and saw the faint, almost-invisible lavender twinkle of Twilight’s magic. “Oh no… You enchanted it? Twilight, how long am I supposed to keep this thing on?”

“Hm… Until I say you can turn it off, of course.”

“But—”

“Remember, Rarity, you wanted this. If you want out, say the safeword.” Twilight turned her back to Rarity, her horn twinkling with magic. “If not… Shut the fuck up and tease your pussy for my amusement. Either way… See you tomorrow.”

There was another flash of magic and, when the light faded away, Twilight was gone, leaving Rarity alone with her cursed toy and horny thoughts. No doors, no windows, no way to communicate with the outside world. Rarity was trapped, and her only hope was that Twilight stood to her word and came back for her. It was a bit scary, considering the type of person Twilight had revealed herself to be.

Rarity bit her lip in anticipation, and grinded her unmovable toy against her horny, throbbing clit at the very thought of what tomorrow had in store for her.

Rarity could barely keep her eyes open, her aching, trembling body sticky with sweat as she tried fruitlessly to garner some relief. She thought this would be easy. She'd been teased before, enjoyed her fair share of orgasm denial in the past. This was different. In the past, Rarity’s partners would allow her to cum after a few hours at the absolute most. Never before had she been deprived of sleep from her arousal, her need to cum, but that's precisely what Twilight had designed for her. The first night was tough, but manageable. It was the second night, after Twilight checked in on her and raised the power of her toy ever so slightly, that was the real challenge. Two sleepless nights, and a clit buzzed raw by a toy that stubbornly refused to grant her true pleasure, would be enough to drive most people mad.

Naturally, Rarity was having the time of her life, and was moderately disappointed when her toy magically turned itself off.

“F-fuck…” moaned Rarity, quivering in a pool of sweat and liquid arousal. “I was so close…”

“If you think you'll be cumming anytime soon, I suggest you temper those expectations.”

Twilight's voice preceded her arrival, as was the norm for her check-ins. Rarity need wait only a moment before reality warped before her eyes, bearing a path for the princess to enter. Twilight floated above Rarity, looking down at her new toy with a smirk. So desperate, so needy, so absolutely pathetic. Twilight hadn't known it before, but it was becoming clear that this was her preferred version of Rarity.

“M-morning, Twilight.” Despite the toy being turned off, Rarity still rubbed it against her horny hole, letting out a pitiful whimper when Twilight banished the wand with a surge of magic. “Good seeing you.”

“I'm sure. But you've clearly forgotten yourself.” Twilight landed gracefully before Rarity and brought her foot down harshly between Rarity’s legs. Her boot sent echoing waved of pain and twisted, perverted pleasure through Rarity’s body, earning the princess a satisfying amount of tears from her new plaything. “I told you yesterday, failure to address me with respect will see you punished.”

“S-sorry. Princess Twilight. F-forgive me,” Rarity whimpered, like a kicked puppy, but soon found her hips moving of their own accord, absentmindedly grinding on Twilight's boot in search of relief. “I meant no disrespect…”

“Get up. It's time we got rid of the training wheels,” said Twilight. “This has been fun, but I'm starting to get bored of watching you edge yourself all night. The very last thing you want is for me to get bored of you.”

“Yes, Princess. Right away.” Rarity stood up, shaky legged and on roller skates. “Any chance we could break for coffee first? I'm exhausted.”

“I've got something better than coffee. Hurry up “

The Princess snapped her fingers, and a hole appeared in the ceiling of Rarity’s little dungeon; a ladder slid down through the hole, and, after a not-so-gentle nudge, Rarity awkwardly made her way up to the next floor. The princess floated up behind her, landing in front of one of the Friendship Castle’s many bedroom doors. It was an exciting prospect for Rarity. A bedroom, talk of removing the “training wheels”, Twilight's mention of being bored. All of it together sounded like just what Rarity was after in the first place: A nice, hard, aggressive fucking. It was all she could do to contain her excitement, up until the moment Twilight knocked on the door.

“You ready in there, bud?” said The Princess. Any voice responding would've been enough to send Rarity panicking, but as it turned out, Twilight was very good at this. She didn't just pick any person, she managed to pick the one person Rarity wanted least of all to see her like this.

“As ready as I'll ever be, Twi,” came Spike’s reply from inside the room. “You gonna tell me what this is about yet?”

“Like I said, it's a surprise!” Twilight glanced behind her, savoring the fear and regret that plagued Rarity’s face, and dropped her voice low. “Ready for the next step?”

“Twilight, no. You can't do this,” hissed Rarity. No one could know, that was the one rule Rarity had given herself at the start of this. No one could know what she was really like, no one but her and Twilight. And yet, the idea of being exposed for the degenerate she was, to a man who had idolized her for years no less, was sending her stomach twisting and turning in a grim, twisted, perverted desire. “You gave me your word that you wouldn't tell anyone!”

“You're going to learn one way or another, Rarity, that I do whatever the hell I want. And if you truly want me to use you, then you'll shut your whore mouth and open the door.” The Princess grabbed Rarity gruffly by the horn and threw her forward, almost sending her tumbling into the door itself. “Now, bitch. I won't be asking again.”

She couldn't. She wouldn't. One word, and Rarity was done, free to spare herself further humiliation and embarrassment. Just say that word, Midnight, and Rarity could live the rest of her life in peace. Surely, Twilight would honor it, because without Rarity’s consent and obedience, this whole thing would fall flat for the cruel Princess. Just one word, and things would go back to normal. Just one simple word.

Rarity’s hand trembled as it approached the knob, gripping the cold, brass knob and giving it a turn. She didn't know why she was doing it, and yet, she couldn't bear to stop herself from opening the door and stepping inside the simple bedroom. He was sitting there on the bed, as if waiting for her, but the way Spike’s eyes went wide made it abundantly clear that no matter what he had been expecting, it wasn't this. Spike’s eyes met Rarity’s and, when he clocked the fact that she was standing before him entirely naked, his eyes darted down to the floor.

“Whoa! What the hell?!” Spike was tall, and toned, a formidable and intimidating blend of agility and power, and yet, the way he buried his face in his arms made him look like the same young, dorky kid that had been crushing on Rarity for all those years. “Twi, I thought you said the clone thing was a joke!”

“Clone… thing?” questioned Rarity. Just as Spike struggled to make eye contact with her, so too did Rarity find herself looking away in shame. “What clone thing?”

“Back when he was still pining for you, I told him that if he still had feelings for you, I could just clone you and let him fuck that instead,” chuckled Twilight. “Thing is, Spike… I was joking.”

“Huh? So… You mean…” Spike glanced up, as if to confirm that Rarity was still there, then quickly looked away once again. “She's real?”

“Yes. I'm real. I…” Rarity looked up to Twilight. “What should I say, exactly?”

“Tell him the truth.”

“Okay… Well, I recently… I had a very ‘intense’ encounter with a man,” explained Rarity. “And it made me realize that I want Twilight to… Own me. Abuse me. Do whatever she wants to me.”

“And what I want you to do is get on your knees, and repay Spike for all the years of teasing and abuse he put up with for you.” Twilight kicked out Rarity’s leg, sending her tumbling to her knees with a grunt and a groan. “All the errands you had him do for you, just stringing the poor boy along because you knew he had feelings for you. Not even a sincere thank you.”

“Are we sure you're not talking about you?” snorted Spike.

“I've never thanked you? What do you think this is?” Twilight nudged Rarity forward with her foot. “I didn't even have a go with her yet, I'm letting you call dibs on your childhood crush!”

“Yeah… I'm not sure how I feel about this, Twi. I mean, just look at her.” Spike was concerned, clearly, but Rarity couldn't help but notice that his worried tone was somewhat betrayed by the noticeably hardening bulge in his pants. “I know you have a thing for being… rough. But this is kinda fucked up.”

“She didn't do this to me. Well, not most of it. I have a bit of a bruise on my cheek from Twilight, but…” Rarity trailed off, her mind barely able to come to grips with what she was about to do. “That's neither here nor there. What matters, Spike, is Twilight is right. My behavior in the past was very selfish, and if this can make up for any old heartbreak…”

“Rarity, it's fine. Really, it is,” said Spike. “It was just a silly crush. I wouldn't have known what to do with you even if I got you. You don't have to do this.”

“No. I don't have to do any of this, do I? The thing is, Spike… I want to. And there's nothing I want more.”

Rarity reached forward for Spike’s waist and slowly undid his fly, pulling his jeans down the length of his legs. Though the dragon himself was apprehensive, his cock clearly wasn't, as it sprung to attention with little coaxing from Rarity. She was taken aback by his size; for such a meek, mellow guy, he was certainly packing a weapon between his legs. Easily the length of Rarity’s forearm and twice as thick at the knot, a bulging, stiff bulb of flesh near the base. Rarity had heard that male dragons, and even certain breeds of females, had knotted appendages, but to hear about one and to see one in the flesh were two wildly differing experiences.

“Oh my God…” Rarity gulped nervously, eyes darting from her Princess to Spike, and to the scaled, pointed, intimidating dragon cock between his legs. “You're a lot bigger than I imagined…”

“Y-yeah… I get that a lot…” murmured Spike. He looked past Rarity, to Twilight, who was watching the situation unfold with a sinister sort of glee. “And just to be sure… She wants this?”

“Yes, Spike. I do want this,” said Rarity. “It's a bit daunting, and scary, but—”

“No offense, Rarity, but I really need to hear it from Twilight before I feel okay with this.”

“I'm not sure I like that accusatory tone,” droned Twilight. In place of a verbal response, Spike simply stared at her, at which point Twilight broke into a smirk. “Yes, Spike, she wants this. She approached me. I had nothing to do with it.”

“Okay, good. Because seeing her like this…” Spike chuckled a bit nervously. “I don't know if I'd be able to resist even if this was some sort of terrible magic.”

“Well, you won't have to resist any more. My new whore is going to swallow your cock.” Twilight gave Rarity a swat to the back of the head, not exactly gentle but a far cry from how she had been hitting her in the previous days. This strike wasn't disciplinary, so much as it was encouraging. “Go ahead, whore. Suck him.”

“Yes, Princess. Right away.” Rarity gripped Spike just about the knot with one hand, then the other, and slowly dipped her head down to the tip. She hesitated for just a second, just long enough to utter one last request. “Just please, don't tell anyone about this, Spikey.”

Before she could get a response, Rarity was in action, taking the sharpish, pointed tip into her mouth. With so much cock to work with, it was perhaps expected that Rarity was taking things slow to start, merely getting a taste of the head and savoring Spike’s husky, satisfied moans from above her. As her tongue worked up and down his shaft, Rarity recoiled a bit in discomfort; she nicked her tongue against the sharp, downward-curving scales along the length

“Oh, looks like she got caught by the breeding scales,” chuckled Twilight, clearly amused by the pained whimper coming from Rarity. As Rarity jerked her head back, Twilight met her with a foot to the back of the skull, slowly pushing the whore in training back to her target. “No. I didn't say stop. I don't care if you slice your whole tongue up, you swallow that cock into your empty head like a good bitch.”

“You're scary as hell, you know that, Twi?” remarked Spike, though he wasn't really complaining in this instance. The added pressure, both from Twilight's foot and her powerful commands, sent Rarity deep down until she was pleasuring Spike in a way he'd never experienced before due to his unique and somewhat challenging physiology. “Why do dragons even have those stupid scales? Makes rubbing one out a pain…”

“It’s an evolutionary holdover from a time before dragons domesticated themselves. Ancient dragon mating rituals weren't exactly what I’d call romantic.” It was so strange for Rarity to hear this side of Twilight, the cherry, knowledgeable, enthusiastic academic, after the harsh words and violence she revealed to be in her core. Obviously it wasn't just Rarity who had another side to her. “The general method was for a male to jump on a sleeping female and rape a litter of eggs into her before she woke up. If she did wake up… The scales are to make it harder for her to knock the male off before he impregnates her. It's actually quite a fascinating development, and the fact that you haven't evolved that away since then has led me to believe that there might be some other biological—”

“Yeah, yeah, that's cool, appreciate the lesson, Twi,” said Spike dismissively. “And believe me, it's not that I don't care, it's just that Rarity’s mouth feels awesome right now.”

“Fine. I'll put a pin in it for now. Until then… Don't you listen, cunt?” Rarity tensed, the tip of Spike's cock poking the back of her throat uncomfortably, but didn't respond. She simply sat there, paralyzed by fear and anticipation, silently begging for more of this mistreatment from her close friend. “I said swallow his cock!”

The bottom of Twilight's foot went forward, pressing Rarity’s face down and forcing the whole of Spike’s length into her hungry little mouth. Rarity choked and gagged, her eyes rolling back when Spike’s tip pushed into her quivering throat. Her mouth was so filled by the knot that there was nearly no room in it for her tongue, and her attempts to retreat for air were met by more downward pressure from Twilight's deceptively powerful leg.

“Aw, are you choking? Can't breathe? Is this uncomfortable?” sneered Twilight, all the while one of her oldest friends fought for her life beneath her boot. “Too fucking bad. Spike is impressive, but I'm much, much bigger, and I don't want a slave that can only throat half of my cock. Your comfort doesn't fucking matter, you hear? You can breathe when you make Spike cum, and not a single second earlier. Got it?”

Rarity couldn't think, couldn't scrape together a single thought or response. It was all too much, too much cock, too much abuse, and yet, in her twisted, perverse little heart, she knew that she wanted this. She needed this. She needed more of the pain and discomfort. Thankfully, it was becoming more and more evident that Twilight was more than willing to provide her with just what she needed.

Two strong, clawed hands grabbed Rarity by the hair, digging into her tender scalp as Spike pulled her in even deeper. He let out a deep, rumbling groan, and his already fat cock swelled in Rarity’s throat. That brief bit of warning couldn't have possibly prepared Rarity for what came next: A heavy jet of thick, scalding cum sprayed down Rarity’s throat and into her belly. The temperature was a shock, no doubt, but almost as alarming was the sheer volume; it felt to Rarity as if a freshly brewed pot of coffee was poured down her gullet. Spike’s load was so hot and so heavy, and came so quickly, that it filled Rarity’s stomach and twisted it up into knots. She gulped down as much as she could, but each body had its limits, and what Spike could give seemed to be a lot more than Rarity could take.

Rarity jerked her head away suddenly, so fast that Twilight couldn't stop her, and her stomach emptied itself of its contents. She spewed like a geyser, splattering the floor with mostly hot dragon cum and only just a bit of stomach bile. Sticky strings of fluid dropped messily onto the pile of sick, and the pain, much greater coming up than it was going down, brought Rarity to tears. A pitiful, shuddering sob escaped her, and tears streamed down her messy face to ruin her meticulously perfected face. She held herself up on her hands and knees, barely able to do even that, and stared down at the puddle of filth with a unique sense of stomach-curdling shame.

“F-fuck…” panted Spike, his cock still twitching as he tried to catch his breath. “Holy shit… Rarity, are you okay?”

“I'll be honest, if you broke her before I got a turn, I'd be a little annoyed,” said Twilight. She looked down at Rarity, frowning at the slut in training and the mess she made. “I assume you're done? For today, at least. I had something else planned, but I wasn't really expecting Spike to go so hard on you.”

“You stomped her head onto my cock, Twi. I didn't exactly have my foot on the gas with this.”

“Regardless, you don't look to be in a fit state to continue, so—”

“M-more…” The word came out so dry and twisted that it was initially unclear if it was English at all. It marinated in the air for a moment, and it took a spell for it to register on Twilight's head, but when it did, she grinned. Rarity had ensured her that she wanted this treatment, but Twilight was still impressed by the depths of her masochism. So deep and hidden it was that it seemed to surprise even Rarity, who paused after hearing herself speak before giving out another tear-warped plea. “I… want… more…”

“You just chugged boiling hot dragon cum so hard and fast that you puked it up all over my rug,” said Twilight slowly. “You’re crying right now. A completely disgusting mess. And you’re saying that you want more?”

“Not want.” Rarity coughed, sputtering out a bit more cum that lingered in her mouth, and shakily snaked her hand between her legs. She sloppily fingered herself as she looked up to Twilight with stinging, bloodshot eyes, and begged. “Need. I need more. Please.”

“Heh. You say you need this?” Twilight reached through reality with her magic and plucked a sheet of paper into being. She offered the paper to Rarity, who shakily took it into her hands; the way she paled, her appearance somehow even more sickly than it was before, absolutely tickled the cruel princess deep in her core. “Then prove it.”

“Um… I feel like I’m going to regret asking, but…” Spike sighed, shaking his head. “What’s the paper about?”

“The Equestrian Board of Fashion Designers and Creatives, the highest level organization in the Equestrian fashion industry, hereby recognize the recipient of this award, Rarity, for her excellence in her craft, and her contributions to the world of fashion,” read Rarity, her voice barely more than a hushed whisper. “This is the first award I ever received for my work. When I won it… I wasn’t sure if I would make it in the industry, and then I won this, and I knew I had what it takes. I knew I could open my boutique.”

“Now the question is, what truly means more to you? A sheet of paper from years ago?” asked Twilight. “Or your friends treating you like a cheap, nasty gutter whore?”

She was being glib. Twilight knew it, Spike knew it, even Rarity herself could see through Twilight’s insincerity. It was more than a sheet of paper, in multiple ways. It was a memory, a reminder of a well-earned success. A light amongst the dark. Rarity had looked to this award before, to remind her that it was possible, and all the work was worth it. It was far more than just “a sheet of paper”. It was also, in a way, a confession. Admittance that Rarity was what she claimed to be deep inside, an acknowledgement that she really did want this. One way or the other, this sheet of paper could very well be the most important sheet of paper in Rarity’s entire life.

She looked up, staring Twilight in the eyes with an almost startling amount of clarity and certainty, and tightly gripped the award with both hands. With a slow, steady pace, Rarity tore the sheet of paper in two, shredding her treasured memento before their eyes. She stacked the halves onto each other and ripped it again, then again, and again, and with a bitter, inward-aimed venom, Rarity threw the shreds down like a fistful of confetti into her pool of sick.

“More,” said Rarity again. Her heart thumped in her chest, blood rushing in her ears as she tried to keep it together. Though her stomach was empty, Rarity felt like she was about to throw up all over again. It was an awful, terrible feeling deep in her core, and she was completely addicted to it. “Please, hurt me more…”

“Hey Spike,” said Twilight, not taking her eyes off of Rarity’s pitiful form. “Got another one in you?”

“You want me to… Again?” huffed Spike. “You know, there’s a whole guy connected to this dick. Not sure how I feel about being one of your… teaching implements.”

“If you don’t want to stick it in her ass, I’ve got a toy that’ll do the job.”

“Wait, wait, hold on, let’s not get crazy here…”

“Good boy. Be nice and rough with her. I’ll be back for her in an hour or so,” said Twilight. She snapped her fingers, vanishing the mess Rarity had made with a flash of magic. “Starlight is being nosy, I’m gonna keep her occupied for a bit. Do whatever you want to her, Spike. Just make sure it hurts, and that you stay away from her cunt. That belongs to me.”

Without waiting for a response, Twilight disappeared in a flash of magic. Spike and Rarity looked at each other a bit awkwardly, the atmosphere of the room being much different now that Twilight was gone. Now that they were alone together, the two were a bit embarrassed by the insanity that they were both willingly participating in.

“So… Twilight showed you her true colors, huh?” said Spike, just to break the uncomfortable silence. “It’s, uh… Refreshing, I guess, is the word. To have someone else in on the secret.”

“I was quite shocked initially, I’ll admit. But knowing she has such a capacity for cruelty…” Rarity chuckled darkly. “Quite the lucky break, for me. Has she always been like this?”

“Yeah, even when we were kids. She liked to pull spider legs off and stitch them back on. Said if you listened close enough, you could hear them scream. I don’t think she’s ever hurt a person before though. Well, not to anyone who didn’t have it coming. Talk about lucky break, with her power and fucked up head, it’s really a miracle that she didn’t turn out to be history’s greatest monster.” It went quiet for a bit, and Spike cleared his throat awkwardly. “So, before we get into this… Do you have, like, a safe word or something? Just in case, yknow?”

Truthfully, Rarity had forgotten that her safeword was an option. She could quit whenever she wanted. Throwing in the towel was a valid option here, and she had just completely disregarded it. Slowly, Rarity chuckled, and, with tears still running down her face, she looked up to Spike and smiled.

“Just so we’re absolutely clear, darling,” said Rarity with a manic grin. “I’d rather you rape me to death than say that stupid fucking safe word.”

“Oh G-God, please, I'm so close!”

Seven days. Seven days of torment. Seven days of teasing. Seven days of pain and desire and suffering and fulfillment, the likes of which Rarity had never known to be possible. She hadn't cum yet, and she wasn't sure if Twilight ever intended to let her cum at all. It didn't matter, because to Rarity, this hell was her heaven.

Her back was stiff, having laid against the stone floor of her little dungeon, for hours and hours without a break. Her arms and legs were sore as she had been spread eagle and held in place with powerful alicorn magic, unable to budge even an inch. She was sticky with sweat, her heavy chest heaving as she scrambled to breathe, and tears ran a river down her face. She was a mess, and that wasn't even the worst of it.

Her pussy ached, quivering in denial and desire beneath the mighty of Twilight's magic; The Princess’ magic was unmatched both in its power and precision, as explained by the woman herself, so much so that she was able to exercise absolute control over every last nerve in Rarity’s body. She focused much of this power on Rarity’s most sensitive parts, revving her up higher and higher until she was certain Rarity could stand no more.

“Close? About to cum?” snickered Princess Twilight. “Can't have that, now can we?”

Twilight raised her foot up between Rarity's leg, holding the pose just long enough for her to see what was happening next, and stomped down savagely as if to kill a particularly horrible spider. Pain shot up Rarity’s sensitive body and shimmered from her core to the tips of her extremities, and back to her middle in waves. She couldn’t scream, couldn’t call out for help, or mercy. Could hardly even breathe. All Rarity could do was gasp for air, and cry messy tears beneath her friend’s boot.

“Life is going to change for you soon, Rarity. When you belong to me, your pain is your pleasure, and your pleasure is your pain.” Twilight slid her foot down, savagely scraping her sole down Rarity’s punished cunt. Her clit was all but screaming for release, and her lips glowed an angry red from all of the abuse. If you looked close enough, the imprint of Twilight’s boot was just about visible against Rarity’s once perfectly pale skin. “Do you understand me?”

“Y-yes, Princess. I understand.” Rarity sobbed every word, her voice twisting and trembling, barely able to get even the shortest syllables out. “P-please… M-m-mercy on me…”

“Hm… We have been at it for a while…” Twilight tapped her chin, waiting to see the hope glimmer in Rarity’s eyes; Once she saw that light, she snuffed it out with a sadistic little grin. “Fine, just a few more then.”

“Oh God, p-please, no—!”

Twilight’s magic gripped Rarity once more, and agonizing bolts of prickling pleasure drilled Rarity’s sensitive body. It was too much, too fast. It was the best pain Rarity had ever experienced, better than anything her perverted mind could ever think to dream up. Her vision doubled, and doubled again, with shadows tinging the edges of her sight as she threatened to faint from the overstimulation. This was it, she knew it. She was going to die. There was no chance she could withstand much more of this. Rarity set her jaw, drool seeping from between her clenched teeth and dripping down her chin, and was ready for the void to take her.

This time, it was the toe of Twilight’s boot that hit first, as The Princess swung her foot as if Rarity’s cunt was a soccer ball. The darkness in Rarity’s vision gave way to blinding light and dancing stars, and her limbs fought against Twilight’s magic to cover herself up, to defend from more abuse. Thankfully for them both, there was no resisting Twilight’s might. Rarity was open, defenseless, and that was just the way they both preferred it.

“You keep using that word,” said Twilight with a frown. “God. You keep pleading, as if there’s anyone with more power over you than me. I’m not here to be your girlfriend, or even your dominatrix. I am your God now, Rarity.” Rarity whimpered and gave a weak nod, but that wasn’t enough. Twilight kicked her again, wrenching a proper sob from her toy. “I want to hear you say it.”

“Y-you… You are my God now,” Rarity whined. “You’re my God…”

“From now on, you will acknowledge me above all else. You pray to me. You seek my favor. You worship me.”

“Yes, my Goddess… I worship… you…”

“Prove it.”

Rarity’s heart stopped in her chest. She felt a genuine fear response, different from what she had felt before. Twilight had made her prove herself before, and she wasn’t the sort to repeat a trick without escalating. Rarity could barely stomach ripping up her own award, and there was no telling how much further Twilight would go. It wasn’t safe, nor smart, to continue on. Rarity knew that, she believed it in her heart. She should say her safeword and call the whole thing off.

“H-how…?” She said instead. “How do I prove it?”

To her surprise, the stinging, tingling pleasure assaulting her cunt lowered considerably, hovering around at a low, almost-tolerable buzzing. The magic restraining her arms faded as well, and Rarity’s instincts took over, curling herself up in a ball with her knees to her chest. She squeezed her eyes shut and waited, bracing for impact, but Twilight didn’t hit her just then. In fact, for what seemed like an eternity, nothing happened. Then, when the anticipation was just about too much for Rarity to handle, she heard a metallic clattering in front of her. Her heart pounded, thumping and booming in her head, and after taking a second to work up the courage, Rarity opened her eyes. On the floor before her was a large, pointed, wickedly sharp kitchen knife. It was Rarity’s own, a gift from Twilight a year before after Rarity claimed she wanted to expand her skills in the kitchen. Rarity gulped at the sight, not daring to move without her Goddess’ permission.

“Do you know how most peasants worship their Gods?” asked Twilight. She nudged the knife a bit closer to Rarity, who recoiled a bit as the dull side of the blade brushed her knuckles. “With a sacrifice.”

“S-sacrifice…?” Rarity shakily sat herself up, and reached for the knife. Her weak, trembling fingers struggled to grip it at first, but she soon held the knife tightly in her grasp. It was strange; Despite having a weapon, and Twilight not, Rarity somehow felt weaker and more in danger than ever. “What sort of sacrifice? Why would I need—”

“Meow!”

Immediately, Rarity was awash with horror, disgust, fury. No. Of course not. Twilight may be cruel, and she may have quite the streak of sadism, but this was too far, even for her. And yet, when Rarity turned to face the sound, what she saw was the proof to the contrary; Sitting in her velvet bed, unbothered by her sudden change in scenery, was Rarity’s beloved white persian cat. Opalescence sat idly, patiently, as if waiting for Rarity to act.

“No. No, no, no,” squeaked Rarity, her tears renewed. She thought she was tapped out, unable to cry anymore. It was almost impressive for Twilight to have proved her wrong. “You can’t make me do this. Please. Some other test.”

“You don’t get to pick. Doesn’t work that way,” said Twilight. “If you still want me to own you, then do it.”

“I’m being serious, Twilight! It was all good and well when you were hurting me, but I cannot let you hurt my cat.” Despite her insistence, the knife stood firmly gripped in Rarity’s hand. “You simply can’t.”

“I won’t. I’m not the one with the knife.” Twilight grinned. “Show me what you’re willing to give up for me, Rarity. And you’d best do it soon, before I get bored and call this whole thing off.”

“Twilight, please. This is too far. I know what I said about limits, but this is unreasonable!” Despite Rarity’s shouts, Twilight said nothing. Rarity could feel her heart about to burst, because she knew, one way or another, she was about to lose everything. “P-please. Something else. Anything else.”

“I’m going to tell you one more time, and then I’m using the safeword,” said Twilight plainly. “Show your Goddess what you’re willing to sacrifice. Or else you will lose her favor forever.”

“P-please… I’m begging you, I—” As Rarity was blubbering, Opal quietly slinked her way across the room, curling up against her mistress. Though her demeanor was often prickly and abrasive, even as far as cats went, Opal was a loving, tender creature at her core. It wasn’t uncommon for her to see Rarity upset, crying like she was now, and seek to console her. It was in her nature. In that moment, Rarity understood the truth. It was terrible, horrific, disgusting for her to even be sitting there considering things, but that was her nature. This was the true her, a depraved, desperate, masochistic disgrace, too twisted to even be considered a real person. This was awful, and yet, this was who she was on the inside, all along. What she showed to the world before was a facade.

This was the real Rarity.

Rarity scooped Opal up, holding her tightly in place. Someway, Opal didn’t fight it, despite not typically being fond of such rough handling. The cat sat, complacent and unmoving in her owner’s arms, almost as if awaiting her fate. Rarity quaked like a leaf, but raised her hand up high, the sinister tip of the blade aimed downward. She couldn’t bear to look, and so Rarity closed her eyes tight, and gave herself an unsteady countdown in her head.

Three.

Two.

One.

Her arm came down with a swiftness, slicing through the air and coming down to her beloved pet in an instant. Rarity sobbed as she felt her empty hand impact her arm, so much adrenaline pumping that it took her a moment to process that something was wrong; When Rarity opened her eyes, Opal was gone, and the knife was laying on the floor in front of Rarity. She jerked her head around the room, searching for her cat, only to see her relaxing idly in the arms of the Goddess. Twilight smiled and, with a gentle twinkle of alicorn magic, made Opal disappear. Rarity watched silently, crying without a sound, as Twilight stooped down before her to pick up the knife.

“I only wanted you to cut your hair,” said Twilight with a devilish smirk. Rarity reached forward, her expression blank but for the wet streaks down her puffy cheeks, and took the knife from Twilight. “But it looks like you really want this, after all.”

“Opal…” croaked Rarity. “Is she okay?”

“She was never here, idiot. I went all this time being nice and kind, do you really think I’d blow my cover and just randomly kill an innocent animal?”

Rarity gripped her long hair in a bunch, frazzled and tangled from her week of torment, and swiftly ran the blade of the knife through her once-luxurious locks. She threw the knife aside, and let her fistful of hair dance to the ground, before looking up at Twilight with an unshakable sense of need behind her red, tear-stung eyes.

“Please, my Goddess,” begged Rarity. “Fuck me. Fuck me until I stop moving.”

In an instant, Twilight was on her, one powerful hand grabbing Rarity by the face and forcing it down against the stones. She pinned Rarity to the floor, belly down, and raised the desperate whore’s hips up a bit. With a flash of magic, Twilight vanished her pants, finally giving Rarity her first peek at what the alicorn was carrying; In all of her days, in all her shady hook-ups, in all the dirty, demeaning, abusive porn she’d consumed, never before in Rarity’s life had she ever seen a cock as long, fat, and powerful as her Goddess’. It was impossibly big, and it was unreasonable to expect anyone to take such an appendage into their body. And yet, as soon as she saw it, Rarity’s hips wiggled, like a dog wagging its tail for its treat.

“You know, it’s almost midnight,” Twilight reminded her. “This makes seven days, your probationary period is almost over. Last chance, if you want out.”

“Until. I. Stop. Moving.”

“You turned out quite well so far. Good.” Twilight held her cock aloft with one hand and slowly guided her fat, drooling flare to Rarity’s tormented, starving little pussy. “We can work out the paperwork once you’re done milking my cock with your guts.”

Immediately, from the very first second, it was too much. Just Twilight’s flare splitting her lips was a sensation so intense that Rarity had to dig her fingernails into her scalp to keep herself from passing out. Of course, Twilight was merciless, not giving Rarity even a moment to acclimate. She just slid inch after inch after inch after pussy-demolishing inch of her divine meat into Rarity’s tight little hole. The whore screamed, crying, drooling, when Twilight started working her hips. Each thrust felt like a punch in the gut, the lungs, the heart, with as deep as Twilight was going. Almost as loud as Rarity’s screams and pleas for mercy was the sound of flesh on flesh, and the sound of Twilight’s wet, sticky dick pistoning in and out of Rarity’s cunt.

“Oh, I needed this. I needed this bad,” moaned Twilight. “You realize I’m never letting you go now, right? You’ve taken everything I’ve dished out, you endured the worst abuse I could muster, you did the most horrible, despicable, humiliating things, just to make my cock hard. I’m never going to stop hurting you. Until the day you die, you’re going to be mine to beat, torment, and rape to my heart’s content. You’re mine forever now, bitch.”

“Yes… Yes, Goddess…” Rarity didn’t know where she was. Rarity wasn’t even entirely sure who she was anymore. All she knew was that, in that moment, with the adrenaline flooding her limp body, was that she had never in all of her days felt more satisfied than she did just then. “I’m yours… Beat me… Rape me…”

“Oh, Rarity, you’re such a good little fuckhole. You just needed my help to find yourself. Don’t worry, you’ll have plenty of time to pay me back with your adoration and servitude.” Twilight pressed her much larger frame down on Rarity, drilling her demolished cunt with her full weight and power. Rarity could feel Twilight tensing, her cock twitching and drooling out even more slick precum, and she knew that could only mean one thing; Her Goddess was close. “I’m about to fill you up, whore. When you feel my load marking you as my property… Then I suppose you’ve earned the privilege to cum. So hurry up and empty my fucking nuts, you worthless cockhole!”

All Rarity could do was scream, screech through her teeth, as her Goddess did the impossible and fucked her even harder. Her toes curled in time with Twilight’s unforgiving strokes, each so deep and rough that Rarity was unsure how any of her organs still functioned. At that moment, such things were irrelevant. Rarity didn’t care about how her body was still intact, or her body at all. All that mattered was Twilight’s promise to fill her up to the brim. She didn’t want it, Rarity needed it to feel whole. And thankfully, Twilight didn’t make her wait much longer for what she needed.

Like a firehose, Twilight sprayed her mighty load deep into Rarity, with enough force that it could have physically propelled her a bit were it not for Twilight pinning her down. Her load came in multiple waves, at least a dozen heavy sprays of marejizz, but Rarity only felt the first one. As soon as that first spurt coated her insides, Rarity finally lost all control, and came. She screamed like a woman slaughtered, her voice twisting and curdling from the force and strain of her orgasm. It hurt. The sensation was so intense and inescapable that it caused genuine pain, knotting Rarity’s stomach up further with each intensely powerful wave of pleasure. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her vision went white. Before Rarity knew it, she was out, unconscious on the floor with a river of jizz pouring from between her legs.

It couldn’t have been more than a few moments before Rarity came to, though she kept her eyes closed for a bit as she recovered. Her body was still sore and tender, but for the most part, she felt relaxed. Refreshed. As if all of her stress had melted away. She let out a wistful little sigh, peacefully enjoying her moment before she would need to rise for her duties.

“You know, you really did do a good thing for me.”

Rarity’s eyes shot open, and, quite suddenly, she was standing upright. Her dungeon had vanished and, in its place, was Twilight’s castle. It was a corridor, longer than any true hallway in the castle. To her left, several meters down, was a large crystalline archway, leading into a shadowy nothing. To her right, just as far as the door, was the entrance to Twilight’s study. Despite the distance, Rarity could easily see through the opening, to see Twilight sitting alone at her tea table, one arm extended as if to shake hands with some invisible guest.

“What in Equestria…?” mused Rarity. She looked down, surprised to see herself in the same blouse and skirt she had worn all that time ago. She touched her hair, bemused to see that it was just as long and extravagant as ever, despite having just cut it herself. Except, that wasn’t right either. That was ages ago, and yet, Rarity remembered it as if it was just moments ago. “What’s happening?”

“I mean it. You couldn’t have meant to, but you did.” Rarity jerked her head and, somehow, right in front of her, was Twilight. The Princess of Friendship avoided eye contact, carrying herself with a careful, calculated restraint. “I always had these urges, and nothing to do with them. By offering yourself, you may have saved someone else from being in your place. And they probably wouldn’t be as willing as you.”

“I… I’m confused,” said Rarity. “What’s happening?”

“I guess I’m thanking you? Doesn’t matter. One way or another, we’re both going to forget any of this happened,” said Twilight. “Just… Feels like I should say it. Since this is the only chance I’d have.”

“I was just in the old dungeon, where you broke me in. When you made me cut my hair.” Rarity ran a hand through her hair, still confused to even see it there. “But that’s impossible. That was years ago now.”

“I call it the Exit Clause. I didn’t tell you at the time, but the day we shook hands, I cast a fairly complicated bit of magic on the both of us. I set a timer and, after that time expired, it would yank us out of our timeline, and back here. To the moment it all started,” Twilight explained. “Because even sometimes now, it feels too good to be true. I get to have it all. Friends who care for me, a public who adores me, and a toy to be as rough with as I like. Nobody’s that lucky.”

“So, what? You think… You think that it’s not real?” said Rarity. “You think I was lying when I said I wanted you to own me?”

“I thought it might be some sort of… Cosmic fluke. Sometimes, weird things happen when they otherwise wouldn’t, and considering the stakes we were playing with, that didn’t sit right with me. So I gave us a chance to determine that this wasn’t just pure luck.” Twilight stood up a bit straighter, and finally looked Rarity in the eyes. “Part of the deal, where I’d be your Goddess. The part I didn’t tell you. Every now and then, I would give you a chance to take it back. A chance to change your mind, in case it is just a cosmic fluke. A chance for you to do something differently. But… You didn’t. You never do.”

“How many times have we done this?”

“No clue. I had to limit my own knowledge a bit, to make things fair. Can’t risk indirectly influencing you, or else what’s the point?” said Twilight. “So, here we are. To your right, is the study. The very moment before you shook my hand. Choose this path, and you’ll refuse. You’ll deny the handshake, you’ll go home, and over the next three days, the charm I cast on both of us will cause us to forget that we even spoke that day. Our secrets will be safe from each other, and things will go back to normal.”

“I see. And the left path?” asked Rarity. It was a silly question, and Twilight acknowledged that with her silence. “Right. Before I choose, I admit myself… Curious. Can I ask you something personal?”

“Of course. We’re all friends here.”

“Are we?” Twilight arched her brow, but didn’t respond right away. “Had I not revealed my true nature to you, and we lived out our lives as we did before all of this… Would your disdain for me have still popped up? Or is it my true self that you have such little care for?”

“I don’t hate you, if that’s what you mean. The way I treated you, and the way I treat the others, isn’t a facade. I may be a sadist and a bully, but I’m not a monster. I do care for the people around me,” said Twilight. She paused for a moment before continuing, and admitting her true feelings. “But it’s a choice. If one day, I decided I didn’t want to be a hero, it would be easy for me to sever my friendship with you all. But that’s how I feel about everyone. Celestia warned me about this. Comes with the territory of godhood, she said.”

“And if I wasn’t there to take your attention… Do you really think you’d hurt people?”

“Truthfully? You got it out of my system, so probably not. Not until you’re all long dead, anyway. I’ve got a vested interest in you all. Wouldn’t want to ruin such a lucky set up, not when you’re all still so engaging.” Rarity snickered at that, to Twilight’s surprise. “What’s that about?”

“Nothing, it’s just…” Rarity laughed again, shaking her head. “I love you. Honestly, and I know I’m hopeless, but I love you so much.” Now, it was Twilight’s turn to laugh.

“You know, you’ve said that before, but this is the first time I believe it.” Twilight cleared her throat, and gestured to either end of the hallway. “So? What’s your choice?”

“Neither of us will remember what I do?” asked Rarity. Twilight nodded, and so Rarity strode forward and kissed her Goddess tenderly on the cheek. “I think my choice is obvious, isn’t it?”

Rarity turned, her decision made the instant it had been offered to her, and made her way along the hallway. She didn’t turn, but she heard Twilight’s chuckle from behind her, which reinforced her decision for her. The path wasn’t as far as it seemed, and in a stride or two, Rarity was bounding forward, to the fate she had chosen for herself.

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

Another day, another dollar, as far as Rarity was concerned. She’d be busy, run ragged, but that wasn’t out of the ordinary for her. Her alarm had awoken her at 5 AM, which would give her just enough time to shower before she needed to head out. She wasted little time, as there were much more important things to contend with that morning. Less than 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 of what to show the world today. 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 came just barely 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. The difference in style was day and night, one outfit oozing class, while the second was nothing more than a cheap whore’s uniform. No one, least of all someone of Rarity’s caliber and esteem, would even consider wearing it out in public.

Rarity grabbed the classy black office dress and held it aloft for a moment. After considering the outfit, she chucked it over her shoulder and to the nearby trash can in favor of the pink affair. She smiled as she dressed herself for another day of servitude in the name of her all-powerful Goddess. Truthfully, Rarity wasn’t even sure why she still had that stupid black office dress. It was boring, tacky, drab, much like the Rarity of old.

The Real Rarity was a lot more fun, and she greatly preferred the pink dress.