The Real Rarity

"Ooh, Rarity! That's such a slutty outfit!"

Rarity smiled, giving a gentle bow in Pinkie's direction. She loved the uniform her Goddess had ordered her to wear, deciding it was the perfect blend of revealing and humiliating. A standard Prench maid uniform, with a few key modifications; the blouse haltered at the point just above Rarity's belly button, showing off her new piercing in the shape of Twilight's six-point star. The skirt was also abnormally short, showing almost all of her leg and giving any passers-by a healthy glimpse at her lacey white panties. The rest of the outfit was about what one would expect, with smart black shoes and knee-high stockings held in place with a garter. The only other change lay in her hair, the amethyst curls split into two long pigtails. Something for guests to grab onto, Goddess Twilight had said.

"Thank you, Ms. Pinkie," said Rarity with a giggle. "Might I say that you look positively stunning tonight!"

"Aww, thanks Rare-bear!" Pinkie twirled a bit, modeling her gorgeous yellow cocktail dress for Rarity. "Have the girls shown yet?"

"You're the last to arrive, I'm afraid. If you may permit me the honour, I will show you to the banquet hall."

"Okie doke!"

Rarity bowed again, folding her arms behind her back and leading the path through the Friendship Castle. Pinkie, of course, knew the way, and Rarity knew that it was ultimately unnecessary for a brainless set of holes such as herself to attempt to direct an actual person, but the task was bestowed upon her by her Goddess. Just like all tasks from Goddess Twilight, Rarity happily and eagerly obeyed.

The banquet hall was packed, with several long tables housing a great number of important figures from Ponyville, Manehattan, Canterlot, and even some from beyond Equestria. There was a buzz of conversation throughout the room, the many esteemed guests mingling as various servers delivered their meals and drinks. Unlike Rarity, these men and women were dressed respectfully, tastefully, with their dignity still intact. Thankfully, Rarity found herself unburdened by such things, unbefitting of the inferior whore that she was.

"Your seat is just across the hall, Ms. Pinkie," said Rarity, gesturing to the table in question. There was a trio of special tables near the back of the room, each housing the most special of guests. One housed delegates from Griffonstone, Chiroptera, and even the Dragon Lands, while another held Prince Blueblood, Princess Cadance, and a series of Canterlot Castle staff visiting on behalf of The Regal Sisters. The final table, on a raised platform a bit behind all of them, was the table reserved for Goddess Twilight and her close friends. There were seats for all of them, even Trixie, although some were currently unoccupied.

"Pinkie, glad you could make it!" Twilight stood up, crossing around the table to give her friend a hug. "I know this isn't exactly your favorite kind of party, so it means a lot that you're here."

"Just because I can get a bit wild doesn't mean I can't be all posh and sophisticated like you polite society peoples." Pinkie's voice was heavy with an exaggeratedly posh accent, earning a giggle from Twilight. "Besides, I was curious about how your, uh… Ore, bore, rhymes with store…"

"Pinkie Pie, you are a grown woman. You can call Rarity a whore."

"I just mean since this is such a big party. You've never shown her off like this before, in front of this many people," noted Pinkie. "How are you gonna handle it?"

"Hm. That's a good question." Twilight turned to the table and grabbed her half-finished glass of champagne, as well as a small fork. She tapped the glass loudly, sending sharp tinks of metal on glass throughout the room. "May I please have everyone's attention!"

Slowly, the buzz of the party began to die down, with every set of eyes landing on Twilight. The Goddess herself stood proudly wonderfully in her sparkling blue dress, smiling that polite, charming smile that she had learned from watching her mentor at so many banquets of her own.

"I would just like to thank you all again for coming. It's no Grand Galloping Gala, but I hope you all have a good time nevertheless," said Twilight. "Enjoy the food, the drink, and most importantly…" She grabbed Rarity by her pigtail and dragged her forward until the whore was standing just in front of her Goddess. "Enjoy this. This is Rarity. Say hello, Rarity."

"H-Hello!" Rarity wasn't exactly expecting to be put in the hot seat, which only served to make the embarrassment of so many eyes on her scantily clad form even more exhilarating.

"Rarity is not a person, she is a party favor. If there is anything you want or need—And I do mean anything—do not hesitate to call her. Or better yet, grab her by the conveniently placed handles positioned atop her head." Twilight wiggled Rarity's pigtail, earning a laugh from the crowd. "She is here to serve and entertain you, no matter how belittling, cruel, or, let's be honest with ourselves here, perverted your requests are. Rarity here is forbidden from disobeying any of your commands tonight. Why is that, Rarity?"

"B-Because I am just a worthless whore to be used by her superiors!" answered Rarity, taking a dark sort of delight at the murmurs of the crowd. "I hope that even an inferior object like m-m-m—"

A sharp slap echoed throughout the room, the sound of Twilight's powerful hand against Rarity's face. A gasp of surprise escaped both Rarity and the audience alike, another gasp soon following when Twilight struck her property a second time. This second slap was strong enough to send Rarity tumbling to the ground, hand gingerly clutching her face. The crowd looked on, shocked, curious, intrigued, as Twilight grabbed Rarity by the hair and yanked her to her feet.

"Quit embarrassing me," said Twilight, giving her another forceful slap. "Not even you're so stupid that you can't get through a simple sentence."

"Sorry, Goddess Twilight." Rarity couldn't believe herself. She was right, of course, Goddess Twilight was always right; This stammering and stuttering was out of character. Rarity chalked it up to nerves, her confidence shaken by being on display in front of such a large crowd for the first time. "May I please try again?"

"Hm. You had better have something to offer my guests, as an apology for fucking up so badly." Twilight rolled her eyes, turning her attention back to her guests. "Can you believe this girl almost placed an order for just two dozen cookies? For a party this size? If it weren't for Pinkie, this whole night could've been a disaster!"

"I'm sorry, Goddess…"

"You should be. And now, you get to show my esteemed guests just how sorry you are." Twilight grabbed the front of Rarity's dress and tugged it down, exposing her fat tits and the new accessories Twilight had installed just for the party; each of Rarity's nipples was pierced with a hoop-shaped ring, a small amethyst onset in the band like an extravagant door knocker. The crowd murmured amongst themselves, breaking out into laughter when one party-goer let out a loud wolf whistle. "There. Now start over, you dumb bitch."

"Hello! I am Rarity, and I will be your party favor for tonight!" said Rarity, her voice shaky with embarrassment. She could feel every single set of eyes crawling up her topless form, staring her down like she was a piece of meat. It was such an exhilarating sensation, Rarity could scarcely control herself. "I am just a useless whore to be used by her superiors, and I hope that an inferior object like me can still entertain you all tonight!"

"See? Much better! She can be a good girl, when she scrounges up a few spare brain cells to rub together," snorted Twilight derisively. "Feel free to show her your appreciation when she goes past your table. And, just in case you need an invitation..."

Twilight flared her magic, creating a burst of sparkling purple light that condensed and manifested itself into the form of a dark purple buttplug, about as thick as Rarity had ever taken. She brought the toy to Rarity's lips and, like the obedient whore she was, she opened her mouth to suck on the cool, slick metal bulb. After giving her slut a few moments to show off just how talented her mouth was, Twilight removed the toy and spun Rarity around, bending her over at the waist. Her skirt was so short that it essentially hiked itself up, so the princess needed to do little more than yank down Rarity's soaking wet panties and spread her fat cheeks before slowly, agonizingly slowly forcing the toy against Rarity's tight pink ring. The guests whistled and applauded at Rarity's pained, uncomfortable moans as more and more of the toy entered her until, finally, the bulb popped into place and Rarity was filled with that familiarly addictive sensation of being spread and stuffed. It wasn't her Goddess' perfect cock, of course, but it would do in a pinch.

"Now she should be good and ready for anyone who wants a go on her." Twilight slapped Rarity across the ass, the sound of the smack echoing throughout the room. "Now that we have that settled… Please enjoy your night."

The crowd applauded politely, some raising their glasses in a toast to the proclamation of the princess while Twilight herself redressed Rarity and dragged her away by her pigtails. She chuckled at the way Rarity flushed red, stopping back at her table and taking a seat beside Spike and Starlight. After greeting each of her superiors at the table, the last of which being Fluttershy, Rarity returned to her Goddess' side, subconsciously gripping her already sore, stuffed rear.

"You've arranged a truly wonderful party, my Goddess," said Rarity, bowing her head to her mistress. "I hope you are enjoying yourself thus far?"

"If you're not going to be under the table, choking yourself on my dick, you'd better be busy tending to my guests," said Twilight, not even bothering to bless her property with the privilege of eye contact.

"Yes, of course. Just… One thing, Goddess. I notice there are quite a few guests visiting on behalf of foreign nations. I was just curious…" Rarity cleared her throat with a cough. "Is there any chance that the Zebrican Prince is making an appearance?"

"And why would a thing like you concern yourself with Zebra royalty?" Though it was worded as a question, the chuckle in Twilight's voice made it clear that she had her theories.

"I just happen to be very interested in their culture and—"

"You want to fuck a zebra, don't you?"

"Yes, ma'am," admitted Rarity, though she smiled at her owner regardless. "Actually, 'Zebra creampie' is the last space I need on my Bingo Card."

"You have a Bingo Card of the different races you've fucked?" chuckled Twilight. Rarity nodded excitedly. "Well, I'm afraid Prince Zayne was unable to make it tonight. So no Bingo for you." Twilight reached up past Rarity's top and tugged on her nipple ring harshly, earning a pained squeal from her object. "Now quit being such a horny cumsock, shut your cock-warmer, and do your job."

"Yes, my Goddess. Right away." Rarity bowed to her owner before departing to tend to her mistress' guests. Twilight had explained her duties many times in the previous few days, making sure that she spoke simply and plainly to avoid confusing her slave. Even a simple thing like Rarity should be able to manage.

First, Rarity joined the rest of the waitresses and table attendants, making sure that each and every single one of her Goddess' distinguished guests was well-fed and watered. There were quite a few guests, mostly from outside of Ponyville, who were unfamiliar with Rarity and her lifestyle, so Rarity made it her business to demonstrate. She allowed perfect strangers, some men around twice her age, to grope and squeeze her soft, supple body to their content. A few tables requested to see the buttplug, to prove it wasn't some sort of elaborate Alicorn illusion, and one gentleman even pulled out the plug and replaced it with two fingers.

"Hey, slut! Over here!"

After reclaiming her buttplug, Rarity quietly excused herself from the table to attend to some other guests. She frowned somewhat when she noticed who it was beckoning to her. One of the main tenets of Rarity's new philosophy was the idea that she was objectively inferior to anyone she may encounter, and as such, she would and should obey them with no hesitation.

"Hurry up, you brainless bimbo!"

That said, Rarity tended not to care for Trixie Lulamoon.

"So sorry for the delay, Miss Trixie." Rarity cleared her throat and put on her best smile, although she was certain that the strain to do so was obvious. She approached Trixie’s section of the table, her seat positioned next to Starlight’s, and gave a little curtsy. “What can I do for you?”

“First of all, Trixie does not appreciate how long it took for her to be seated," complained Trixie. "I was waiting outside for ten minutes while Twilight Sparkle gets to just waltz in like she owns the place!"

"Er… She does own the place, it's her—"

"Trixie was not done. Shut up until Trixie gives you permission to speak." Trixie stood up, grabbing up her fork and pointing to it. "Look at this. What am I holding, brainless?"

"A… fork?"

"Very good. I know how hard this 'thinking' thing is for you, so I applaud your persistent attempts to… Oh, those words are too big for you, aren't they? Let me try again." Trixie cleared her throat, patting Rarity atop the head condescendingly. "Good girl. You're trying so hard!"

"I'm afraid I do not see the problem, Miss," said Rarity flatly. Even despite her general disdain for Trixie, particularly the way she spoke of Twilight, Rarity couldn't deny that being belittled in such a manner was turning her on all the same. "It's a fork."

"It's bent, you idiot! Look at this!" Trixie pointed to the offending fork and, after peering at the utensil for nearly a full minute, Rarity noticed that one of the four tines was, ever so slightly, bent out of place. "You expect me to eat with defective silverware? While the Pretentious Princess Twilight Sparkle has perfect utensils? I think not!"

"Firstly, Miss, this is Goddess Twilight's party, in Goddess Twilight's home that she so graciously invited you to spend the evening in." What angered Rarity more than Trixie's rudeness towards her was the flat-out disrespect she displayed towards the single most divine woman Rarity had ever known to exist. "Second, while I do apologize for inconveniencing you in this way, although I think anyone can agree that this cannot possibly be my fault, I still do not understand why this is such an issue." Rarity pointed to the bowl that was in front of Trixie's seat. "You ordered the gazpacho. You don't even need a fork."

"Oh, and another thing! This soup is ice cold!" By this point, Trixie had done what she did best by causing a scene, attracting the curious gazes of the diners. Even Twilight herself, who had crossed the dining hall to mingle with her guests, had turned her stern gaze to the ruckus being caused. "What sort of rinky-dink operation is Sparkle running, anyhow?!"

"Miss, it's supposed to be cold."

"Only a cock-brained nimrod like you would come up with an idea that dumb."

"Well, ma'am, if your dish is not to your liking…" Rarity ignored the ridiculous nature of Trixie's disputes, as it was not her place to question her betters, even if that better was someone like Trixie. She lit up her horn, grabbing the offending soup in her magical aura. "I would be more than happy to bring you something more to your preference."

"You'd damn well better. I'll have you know, Trixie had to decline a great number of other invitations to make it here tonight, as a favor to your lowly quote-unquote 'princess', so you—"

Rarity wasn't exactly sure what happened next. She wasn't sure if she had, in a split instant, made an impulsive decision or if she was distracted by Trixie's ranting, or if she was perhaps just more useless than she realized. All she knew was that, for one reason or another, her magic faltered as she attempted to grab Trixie's bowl, dropping it to the floor and splattering Trixie's expensive, open-toed heels with soup. There was a gasp from the diners, and Rarity immediately knew that she had made a grave mistake.

"Do you have any idea how expensive these shoes are, you dumb cunt!" Trixie brought the back of her hand across Rarity's face fiercely, sending the clumsy maid down onto her cushioned ass. "Clean this mess up!"

"Y-yes, of course," stammered Rarity. She attempted to rise to her feet, to fetch cleaning supplies, when Trixie grabbed her by one of her pigtails. "Miss, I—"

Trixie yanked down on Rarity's head, slamming her face against the cold crystal floor with a sickening crack. The maid let out a wail of pain, tears in her eyes as blood began to fill her mouth. She looked up at Trixie, who was scowling down at her in disgust, and felt a sick shudder of delight go through her body. It had been a good while since someone treated her with such contempt, and it made her cunt burn with desire. Rarity spat onto the floor, shooting out a jet of blood and a fragment of her right incisor that had chipped on impact.

"Your only talent is using your mouth, so you may as well put it to work here." Trixie scraped the bottom of her shoe against Rarity's face, pushing her back down to the floor. "Lick it up, bitch!"

Rarity nodded shakily, bringing her face forward to lick up the soup from Trixie's bare toes. Of all the things Rarity had been forced to do since her awakening, she could think of few tasks more humiliating than lapping at the feet of her Goddess' arch-nemesis, but she couldn't even consider disobeying. Even with as much pain as she she was in, her mouth throbbing from the impact, she could do little more than dutifully clean the magician's shoes with her tongue. Rarity could feel the stares, the derisive chuckles at her shameful, pathetic display, and shuddered in that uniquely dark, perverted delight that only came from being forced to serve someone she despised. As the average Ponyvillian was quite agreeable, that perverse feeling was hard to come by, and Rarity found herself begrudgingly savoring the sensation.

"There. All clean," said Rarity, looking up bitterly. "Is this sufficient, ma'am?"

"No. Trixie did not hear you apologize once!" Trixie snapped her fingers and, with a flourish of magic, brought Rarity's face back to the ground. Her tongue forced itself from her mouth, pressing against the floor by some external force. "Trixie will consider releasing you once you deliver an adequate apology."

"Ahm schowwy…" It was difficult to speak without the use of her tongue, but Rarity was used to having her mouth somehow preoccupied, anyway. "Ahm thowwy!"

"Sorry for…?" Trixie placed her foot on the back of Rarity's head and forcefully pushed her face against the cold crystal floor. "Come on, whore, Trixie isn't going to hold your hand through this whole process."

"Thowwy for being thush a clumthy bith!"

"Alright, that's enough."

Rarity's heart thumped in her chest, unable to fight back the smirk when she heard the dry, unamused voice of her approaching Goddess. The weight from Trixie's foot diminished, and the grip of her magic faded, allowing Rarity to raise her head up just in time to see Twilight approach. Any anger she held in her heart was being restrained, her only display of emotion being the arched brow she gave as she approached. Such a powerful, disciplined figure, Rarity was once again awed by the majestic perfection of her Goddess.

"Sparkle," said Trixie, a dark chuckle in her voice. Twilight stopped just in front of Trixie, giving a glance down to Rarity for a moment before responding.

"Are you having fun damaging my property?" asked Twilight. The princess spoke with little amusement, her energy cold and focused. "I thought Starlight taught you better by now than to break my things."

"The Great Trixie was simply explaining her entirely justified grievance and seeking an apology from the help," Trixie smirked. "You did tell us to be as rough with her as we like."

"Uh-huh… Yet, for some reason, the only person so far to break her has been you. Can't help but feel like I should take that personally." Twilight grabbed Rarity by the hair, tugging her head up. "Slap her, punch her, choke her, all good and well, but if you break something, then you're vandalizing my property, and I can't abide by that. Fair?"

"Very fair. Won't happen again, so long as you keep the bitch from ruining anymore of my shoes," said Trixie.

"She won't." Twilight looked down at Rarity and frowned. "Which tooth? Show me."

"Yes, Goddess," said Rarity. She smiled wide, from ear to ear, to display her newly chipped tooth. Twilight leaned in to inspect her property, scanning its mouth with her watchful eye.

"Just a small chip. That's an easy remedy, just hold still…" Twilight snapped her fingers, sending a wave of shimmering purple light forward and wrapping it around Rarity's head. Energy built at the base of the damaged tooth, slowly rebuilding the enamel and bone until it was as good as new. "There. How's that?"

"It's perfect, Goddess! Your faithful piggy thanks you for—"

A similar grasp of magic gripped Rarity's head and, quite suddenly, slammed her head down against the floor, twice as hard as when Trixie had done so. The disturbing crack of skull against crystal was even louder, and Rarity screamed in pain from the impact. She jerked her head back, immediately grasping her bloody, broken nose and trying to keep the blood from her freshly broken tooth at bay with her hands. Twilight swatted Rarity's hands away, using her magic to dig through the whore's mouth and grab the tooth that was just barely hanging on in her mouth, yanking it out and dropping it to the floor while Rarity cried and screeched in unmatched anguish. Her shuddering wails morphed into a moan, the impact rattling her brain hard enough to make her cum right there on the floor.

"Her teeth are mine to break, Trixie. Not yours." Twilight grinned sinisterly, turning her attention to her plaything. "What do you say, piggy?"

"Th-thank you, G-Goddess," sobbed Rarity, still recovering from the spike of pain and pleasure that ran up her spine. "For blessing my worthless f-flesh with your d-divine presence…"

"Good bitch. Now clean this mess up, then I suppose you can have a break. I've saved you a spot next to me."

Rarity clutched her broken face, nodding with teary eyes as Trixie returned to her seat. Twilight, in all of her kindness and generosity, used her magic to fabricate a rag for Rarity to clean with. The maid licked up the blood that dripped onto her lips before wiping up her mess from the floor, grinning a crimson grin as she did. She couldn't help herself. Being belittled and damaged by Trixie was an unfortunate side effect of Rarity's new position beneath the collective boot of her superiors. Being belittled and damaged by her Goddess, on the other hand, was nothing less than a blessing.

By the time Rarity was done cleaning, the bleeding had mostly slowed, and she was able to conduct herself in a somewhat normal fashion. She gingerly made her way across the dining hall, attracting stares and jeers all along the way, until she found herself by her Goddess' side once again. Twilight said nothing when Rarity arrived, too enthralled in a conversation with people who actually mattered, and so Rarity waited until there was a break in the conversation. Even before she could interject, Twilight rendered that unnecessary; with a snap of her fingers, she conjured a purple doggy bowl, with the word "PIG" scrawled along the side in bold black letters. The bowl was filled with scraps from Twilight's meal, bones, and bits of things she didn't quite finish, which made it more than sufficient a meal for a thing like Rarity.

"Thank you, Goddess." Rarity took the bowl and placed it onto the ground beside Twilight, stooping down on all fours to enjoy her dinner. "So kind… Goddess Twilight is so good to me…"

"Remember that when I'm punishing you later," snorted Twilight, looking down at her slave. "If you embarrass me in front of Trixie ever again, I am going to whip your fat ass until you cannot move, and then keep on whipping. Understand me?"

"S-sorry, Goddess…" Though Rarity was terribly ashamed to have disappointed Twilight, she couldn't deny that the threat had a certain degree of allure. "Is there any way I can make it up to you?"

"You can shut up and let me enjoy a meal with my friends." Twilight gave Rarity a firm push with her foot. "Geez. You're always so clingy and needy. Might need to get you spayed or something."

"Ha! Good one, Goddess, very funny," giggled Rarity, wincing slightly at the pain such an act caused. As she laughed, she noticed that her Goddess had not joined in, and she slowly trailed off. "Er… That was a joke, yes?"

"Keep annoying me and you'll find out." It grew deathly silent between the two, tension and fear building until, finally, Twilight cracked a smile. "Before you eat, you're going to choke down my cock. Make me cum and I'll think twice about the whole spaying thing."

Rarity didn't exactly need a threat to compel her to properly serve her Goddess, but it certainly didn't hurt.

"Hurry up, whore. I'm ready to turn on for the night."

Rarity looked up from her work, the cart of dishes she had been loading up, to see her Goddess in the doorway. With the dinner over, and most of the visiting guests departing, the party was decidedly over. Even still, a few close friends of the princess lingered around for a bit, having a little extra fun drinking and mingling. The rest of the wait staff had been dismissed, each promised a healthy bonus for their excellent service. Rarity, on the other hand, was given a yank on the nipples, a slap to the face, and an order to clean the whole place for her trouble.

More than adequate compensation, Rarity thought.

"You needn't wait for me, Goddess," said Rarity. She hummed to herself as she cleaned off her last table. "I still need to clean the restrooms before I can go."

"Think you can walk yourself home at this hour without getting raped?"

"Does Goddess want me to?"

"I want you to crawl home on your hands and knees. If someone sees you and decides to use your body, then I want to see video of it." Twilight turned and waved, stifling a yawn. "After the work you've done today, though, you need a shower. Go home, I'll fix your nose and teeth tomorrow. I expect to feel those fat bimbo lips around my balls by the time I wake up."

"I'll be up bright and early, ready to serve! Have a wonderful night, Goddess Twilight!" Rarity waved eagerly as Twilight left, already fantasizing about how sore she'd be after her crawl home and how wet she would be if some stranger saw fit to fuck her face on her way, and hurried about finishing her tasks. With the dining room tidied, all that she need concern herself with was the restroom.

Rarity hummed gleefully, swinging her wide hips from side to side as she bounced out of the room. The restroom was a short little jaunt away, and it should have been entirely deserted. Based on the raucous laughter and general commotion Rarity heard as she approached, this was not the case. The maid stopped outside of the restroom and gave the door a firm knock.

"Hello? It's the cleaner!" called Rarity through the door. "I'm afraid I really need to—"

The door swung open, pushing outward and catching Rarity firmly in the face. She let out a sob when the cold crystal door connected with her broken nose, the collision renewing the bleeding from her nostrils. Rarity peered through her teary eyes, a bit surprised to see Rainbow Dash, of all people, standing in wait. Though lacking in Rarity's height and dimensions, Rainbow seemed to make up for her "shortcomings" with confidence and personality befitting a woman twice her size.

"Oh shit. Hey, Rares," said Rainbow, the slur in her voice and rosy tint to her tan cheeks immediately giving away that she was three sheets to the wind. She turned over her shoulder and yelled into the restroom. "Yo! Babe! Guess who I just bumped into?"

"I don't give a shit about that right now, Dash! Now get ya scrawny ass in here and help me find this damned key!"

"Oh, yeah. My bad!" Rainbow laughed, turning away to re-enter the restroom. She made it about three steps she stopped and jumped back out to grab Rarity by the wrist. "C'mon, AJ needs us! You, mainly, but…"

"Oh, of course." Rarity stumbled into the restroom, looking up at the absolute mountain of a mare that was Applejack. Easily the tallest of the group, even taller than Twilight with her alicorn height boost, Applejack was a looming, intimidating figure contrasting starkly with her thin, wiry girlfriend. She had a great deal of muscle to back up her height, a toned physique from years of hard farm work, a strength that did her no favors as she attempted to navigate a large key ring in front of one of many stalls. "What seems to be the problem?"

"Some jackass decided to lock the men's room and every stall in the lady's room," grunted Applejack. "Probably Pinkie's idea of a prank."

"Yeah, that's such a dick move!" laughed Rainbow. She leaned over to Rarity and whispered quietly. "It was me… Don't tell anyone…"

"And now I gotta find this fuckin' key, gotta keep an eye on Dash's drunk, horny ass, keep her from humping a wet spot on my jeans, and all the while I gotta piss like a fuckin' racehorse!" Applejack let out an annoyed grunt, punching the door to the stall in frustration. "Why the fuck are there so many damn keys on this thing anyhow?!"

"Goddess Twilight has a great many rooms in her castle," said Rarity, nodding her head. For the first time since she entered the restroom, Applejack looked back towards her, tipping her hat in the maid's direction.

"Yeah, I s'pose… The fuck happened to your face?"

"Goddess Twilight broke my nose!" said Rarity brightly, the lingering pain masked almost entirely by the throbbing pleasure between her legs. "I'm afraid I don't know which key it is, exactly, but I do know it's one of the silver ones. The bronze ones are for the basement, and the golden ones are for Goddess Twilight's personal closets."

"Well, that narrows it down to about twenty fuckin' keys…" grumbled Applejack, inspecting the keyring. "Rares, do me a favor and keep a handle on Dash. She gets frisky when she's been drinking. Just do whatever she wants to—"

"Eat me out! Eat me out!" chanted Rainbow. Applejack buried her face in her palm for just a moment before returning to search for her key.

"Fine. Eat her out, just lemme focus on not pissin' myself…"

"I would be honored to pleasure you, Ms. Rainbow," said Rarity with a bow. "I hope to—"

Dash grabbed Rarity by her conveniently placed pigtails and yanked her down to the ground, pulling her shorts down just as quickly. Normally, whenever Rarity was forced to her knees by a superior, it was to service a fat dick, but this wasn't the case with Rainbow. Instead, Rarity found herself level with Rainbow's tight, snug little pussy. Even still, Rarity knew how to pleasure her betters, and that's exactly what she did when she dove in, licking and kissing Rainbow's cunt.

"Oh, yeah, that's the stuff…" Rainbow leaned against the wall, sighing in satisfaction. "You should teach AJ how to eat pussy, Rares. She always gets too scared to dive in there like you do."

"I'll show ya scared, when I'm shoving a foot-long marecock in your big ass mouth," snarled AJ, leering back at her girlfriend. Dash just laughed, giving Applejack the finger with one hand and using the other to push Rarity's face deeper between her thighs.

"You know, she's got more than just a mouth. Why don't you get that big dick of yours ready for when we get home?" suggested Rainbow, grinding her snatch against Rarity's tongue. "Unless you're afraid of that bitch-breaker of yours running out of gas?"

"For fuck's sake, Dash, I gotta pee!"

"Just hold it, you big baby. I wanna see you fuck this bitch into my pussy!"

"You get so dirty when you're drunk… Alright, fine," With an almost defeated sigh, Applejack undid her jeans, crossing over to Rarity and Dash. Always eager to be used, Rarity had already tugged her panties down and spread her pussy with her fingers, giving AJ a nice look at the tight wet tunnel. "Don't know if you remember, but I only fuck Dash's pussy. Just feels like I'm being unfaithful otherwise. So I'm gonna take your ass, alright?"

Rarity moaned her agreement, licking Rainbow even faster, wiggling her tongue in deeper as she used her magic to pull her buttplug free and drop it onto the floor. Perhaps predictably, Rarity had a bit of an obsession with anal, especially dirty, dry anal in a semi-public place like a restroom. She could think of few acts that more accurately and clearly displayed her status as a filthy whore. The pain from Applejack sliding her frankly too-big tool into her barely-prepared pucker was just the exclamation point on that idea.

“Damn, how does Twilight keep this thing so tight?” grunted Applejack as she forced her meaty shaft into Rarity’s ass. She slammed her hips forward, bouncing off of Rarity’s cushioned rear with each deep, painful, unforgiving thrust.

“Twi probably doesn’t do her in the butt,” snickered Rainbow. “You know how she is, probably says it’s too unsanitary or something.”

“Still, someone’s gotta be hitting this fat ass from time to time.”

‘“Goddess Twilight has a spell she uses on me every three months,” said Rarity, speaking in between deep lashes of her tongue into Dash’s cunt and deep thrusts into her poor, sore ass from Applejack. “F-fuck, that’s good… To keep me tight, clean, and ready to be used!”

“Huh. Go figure.” Rainbow shrugged, then yanked on Rarity’s pigtails, bringing her back to licking. “Now shut up and eat. AJ has been teasing me all night and I’m antsy.”

“Have not!” shot Applejack. “You kept grabbing my bulge and tryna get me to finger you under the table!”

“And if you woulda just done that, we wouldn’t be here.”

“How would finger-blastin’ you prevent me from drinking six glasses of water?” Applejack arched her brow at Dash, smirking in spite of herself when Rainbow offered no response. “You forgot why we were here, huh?”

“Maybe a little…”

“You’re all types of fucked up, ain’t ya?” AJ stopped, most of her throbbing, veiny shaft buried in Rarity’s tight hole, tapping her chin thoughtfully. “Hey, ain’t you have to pee, too? How’re you holding it so easy?”

“Oh. Not gonna lie, kinda forgot,” admitted Dash. She pursed her lips for a moment before breaking into a devious, mischievous grin. “Hey, AJ, I got an idea. Wanna hear it?”

“Sure, why not?”

“So, we gotta pee, right? And we can’t get into the stalls, so…”

Rarity recoiled in surprise when a stream of hot urine sprayed across her features, splashing against her face and into her mouth. Laughter filled the room, Dash’s laughter as she continued to empty her bladder onto Rarity’s face. Rarity, to her credit, adapted quickly, gulping down the unpleasantly salty liquid as best as she could to minimize the mess. Even still, her face, hair, and clothes were all wet with piss by the time Rainbow was done. The athlete grinded against Rarity’s face one last time before carefully stepping over the puddle she had left.

“Problem solved!” laughed Dash. She patted Applejack on the back, jumping up to peck her on the cheek. “You want me to look for the key to the stall or…?”

“Ah, fuck it,” grunted Applejack. “You were bound to have a good idea eventually…”

The farmer let out a sigh and, just as surprised as when Rainbow had let loose, Rarity jumped when she felt the significantly more forceful stream of urine spray into her. She sputtered from the unexpected sensation, in no way prepared to have a firehose of a cock spew anything but cum into her. While the sensation wasn’t the same as a good creampie, the sense of fullness from Applejack’s emptying bladder was comparable, and Rarity found herself enjoying it quite a bit more than she would have expected.

A firm push sent Rarity sliding off of Applejack’s pole, slipping and sliding into a puddle of piss. As the urine leaked from Rarity’s ass, Applejack continued dousing her, directing her stream towards Rarity’s head and face. After her hair was thoroughly drenched, Rarity finally scrambled to her hands and knees, letting her tongue hang out of her mouth to accept the gift that Applejack was blessing her with. Applejack sighed again in satisfaction, shaking her hefty equipment to get the last few drips out and onto Rarity, who jumped up and greedily suckled every last salty drop straight from the tap.

“Woo. Felt like I was fixin’ to burst,” said Applejack, tucking her dick back into her jeans. She glanced to Rainbow, who was grinning and snapping photos of the scene. “You ready to get out of here?”

“Your place or mine?” asked Rainbow.

“If I bring your horny ass home like this, you’ll give Granny another heart attack. Come on, String Bean, it’s getting late.”

Without so much as a wave goodbye, Rainbow and Applejack made their way out of the restroom, either ignoring or not hearing Rarity’s thanks. She had done a lot of perverse acts ever since discovering her true self, but this was unique. No one had ever thought to piss on Rarity before, nevermind in her ass. Now, Rarity realized as she sat herself up in the pool of pee, she could add “urinal” to her list of degrading titles.

“My Goddess sure can throw a party,” chuckled Rarity. She looked down on herself, dripping with piss, and crinkled her nose as she was assaulted with the admittedly foul smell that was wafting from her person. A frown formed on her features, less from the smell and more from the implications of it; She couldn’t serve her Goddess like this. “I need a shower…”