Author's Note

Chapter requested by Patreon supporter Harry C. Lauper

Dicks and Dignitaries

Rarity posed in front of the tall, crystal mirror, admiring the dress that she wore. It was a long, violet affair made of the most expensive, luxurious silk she could get her hands on. It was one of her more plain designs, balancing elegance with simplicity in the way that the gown flowed down her body, lacking any particularly gaudy finishes. The only design features of note was the very low cut, covering her nipples but exposing every single inch of cleavage that she could get away with showing. Though Rarity thought the dress was gorgeous, that was also the problem; It was far too nice for her. It felt wrong, disingenuous, artificial. It felt like the old Rarity.

Luckily, she didn't imagine the dress would stay on for terribly long in any case.

"Are you ready?"

Rarity inhaled deeply, turning away from the mirror to face her Goddess. Twilight was wearing a gown similar to Rarity's, albeit superior in every single possible way. Rarity had lost sleep ensuring that Twilight's dress was perfect, better than perfect. It was more intricate, with thin, wispy lace of pure gold going from the shoulders to the wrists, and strings of platinum wrapping around her middle. Rarity liked that dress much better. It brought a dark, shuddering delight to know that even this dress had more value than she did.

"Just about, my Goddess," said Rarity, getting a healthy eyeful of her owner. Unfortunately, it seemed that the princess had enchanted the dress to better conceal her third leg, leaving Rarity with only her memory and imagination to get by. "Just need to work on my hair. Such a worthless cunt, I can't figure out what to do with it…"

"Here. I'll do it." Twilight crossed the dressing room in a few strides, standing behind Rarity and turning her to face the mirror. The princess grabbed a brush and began running it through Rarity's hair, the sapphire locks having been returned to their former luster through various charms and treatments. "Are you going to behave for my guests?"

"Yes, Goddess. Of course," said Rarity, already fidgeting at the thought. "Although I will admit that I'm already missing your presence."

"Don't worry. Once we patch you back up, you'll have more of my 'presence' than you know what to do with." The princess chuckled almost sinisterly, pressing a kiss onto Rarity's soft neck. "Of course, the weekend is a long time to be without my cocksleeve. I may not be able to wait long enough to fix you."

"Do you think the delegates will hurt me?"

"Oh, yes. Absolutely. They’re going to hurt you worse than I ever have," snickered the princess. She tied Rarity's hair back into a ponytail, brushing through it to give it some of her trademark curl. "And what are you going to do when they hurt you?"

"Beg for more." Some part of Rarity knew that her answer wasn't what Twilight was after. She couldn't help but let it slip out, because it was the truth. Even still, Twilight reached around her front, grabbing her by the throat in her deceitfully powerful hand.

"What else will you do?"

"Th-thank them. I'll thank them for hurting me…" breathed Rarity. After a few beats, Twilight released her grasp on Rarity's neck. "Goddess… What if they… ‘damage’ me? What if they make it so you can't use me to your satisfaction anymore?"

"Aww. Your concern is so sweet. Don't worry, the delegates know whose property you are. I doubt they'll do anything I can't fix with a bit of magic." Twilight grabbed Rarity's ponytail and yanked, arching her head back to look into the princess' eyes. "As worthless as you are, I don't especially feel like finding a new toy, so make sure you hold yourself together there. Understood?"

"Yes, Goddess. Whatever is dished out, I'll take it. For you." Rarity allowed herself a smile, her heart soaring when Twilight matched it. "Is it time?"

"Just about. Remember, for the duration of the weekend, these men, the delegates, are your Gods and Goddesses." Twilight spoke sternly, as if talking to an excitable child. "That means you show them all the respect and obedience that you show me. You don't have a safeword. You don't have a limit. You don't matter. What matters is making our honored guests feel welcome. Once I give you over to them, I won't be back to fetch you until they depart, so they may not even let you out of the room." Twilight's eyes lit up, a devious grin spreading across her features. "Which reminds me. I got you something…"

Rarity let out a curious hum as the princess worked her magic, pulling at reality with the energy of her horn to produce the gift in question; Twilight wrapped the thick, rough leather collar snugly around Rarity's neck, as tight as she could without actively choking her. Once the collar was secure, Twilight went on to attach a sturdy chain leash. She gave it a firm tug, smirking at the surely uncomfortable way Rarity's head jerked.

"There you go. What do you think?" asked Twilight. She thought about what she said and laughed derisively. "Pfft. Not that I care what you think. Or even if you think!"

"It's beautiful! Thank you so much, Goddess!" Rarity reached for the collar, running her fingers across the cool, tough leather, and felt her heart thump in her chest. Twilight had often treated her like an animal, but to be leashed like one was thrill unto itself. "I don't deserve such a nice gift, but I will make sure to show you my appreciation."

"Not me. My guests, remember? Or is your head so full of cocks that you forgot a conversation from two minutes ago?" Twilight yanked on Rarity's leash, pulling her slut forward until they were chest to chest, and Rarity had to look up to meet her Goddess' gaze.

"I'm sorry, Goddess. I remember, I promise," said Rarity, her voice quivering. Even though Twilight very rarely raised her voice, and she wasn't especially violent, compared to some of the townsfolk who used her, Rarity always felt this unmatched sense of terror when in Twilight's presence. It was as intense as it was addictive. "I'll be a good girl. A good slut."

"You know I don't mind sharing you, but this is different." Twilight spoke in a husky whisper, her voice crawling up and down Rarity's spine. "This time, I won't be able to snatch you away when my cock needs warming. For the first time, maybe ever, I'll have to wait my turn, and it is taking every ounce of restraint I have to stop myself from ripping that dress off of your body and fucking you until you can't tell up from down."

"G-Goddess…"

"This strengthened alliance with the other races is worth a weekend without my fleshlight. I just want you to understand…" Twilight grabbed Rarity under the chin, firmly while still taking great care not to leave a mark on her face. "I expect you to make it up to me the very second they leave my castle."

"Yes, Goddess! I will, I promise! Every drop of cum that you're able to part with, I'll take it wherever you like," swore Rarity. There was a hint of desperation in her voice, an eagerness to please her Goddess. "Anything you desire…"

"And why is that?"

"Because I'm your loyal fuckpig, Goddess." Rarity smiled as she spoke, absolutely brimming with what she could only describe as pride. She took her thumb to the tip of her nose and pushed up until it resembled a snout. "Oink, oink, oink."

Twilight grinned, gripping the leash tightly before giving it a firm tug as she led Rarity away. Rarity stumbled forward a bit, nearly hitting the ground from the force at which her Goddess pulled her along. Even though they were only travelling the length of a single hallway, the anticipation and anxiety Rarity felt made the sensation more akin to travelling to another planet. The reality of the situation seemed to grow more and more real the closer she got to the guest hall. She could hear the murmurs of the delegate on the other side, could almost feel the energy mounting through the door, and her heart pounded in her chest like a drum.

“Goddess…” breathed Rarity. “I… I’m a bit scared…”

“Good. They’ll like that.” Twilight swatted Rarity firmly across the face, the strike somewhat soothing in a way. It helped to ground Rarity and remind her of something important: She was the Goddess’ property, and Goddess Twilight didn’t let people get away with breaking her things. “Open the door, pig. And get ready for a long weekend.”

Rarity nodded and, without giving herself a chance to hesitate, pushed open the door and stepped into the guest hall. As soon as she crossed the threshold of the room, she could feel the familiar sensation of all eyes being on her. What was new, however, was the underlying energy behind some of those gazes. Even the delegates that she would formerly consider friends, such as Dragonlord Ember and the newly-appointed Griffonstone ambassador Gallus, had a smoldering disdain and distaste behind their eyes. Perhaps most concerningly were the unknown quantities, the people Rarity hadn’t ever encountered in any capacity. The Chiropterans, the Saddle Arabian Sheik and his entourage, and a minotaur noblewoman who seemed as short in temper as she was tall in height. To Rarity’s mild disappointment, there didn’t appear to be any zebra delegates there to join in on the festivities, not that she had time to worry about such things.

With the way she was being eyed down, it was clear that she would have her work cut out for her.

“Honoured guests, welcome!” said Twilight, giving a bow of respect to the delegates. There was a chorus of responses, some more polite and enthusiastic than others. “We can worry about the boring diplomacy another day. For now, I give you… My personal fucktoy. Rarity, introduce yourself.”

“Hello! I am Rarity, and I’m here to do whatever the lords and ladies desire,” said Rarity, feeling the many eyes devour her. “Who would like to be first to use Goddess Twilight’s personal pony slut? I assure you, I will do anything you desire to—”

The back of a hand struck Rarity, sending her to the ground with a yelp. Before she could even begin to return to her feet, Rarity was hit in the face again, a closed fist to her eye this time, and she scrambled to see who it was attacking her. Her assailant quickly tore at the front of Rarity’s dress, baring her breasts and nicking her skin with the lethal claws of a dragon, making it clear that among the flurry of scales and strikes was the Dragonlord. The group of dignitaries whooped in support of Ember’s attack, which meant there would be no help or reprieve for Rarity. For the first time in a while, she was afraid, truly afraid. This wasn’t the energy of a cruel superior giving little thought to her well-being. This was a predator, an alpha, who was looking to tear her to shreds.

“M-M’lord?” squeaked Rarity, a significantly noticeable quiver of fear in her voice. Ember said nothing, instead continuing to claw at Rarity’s clothes and skin. “G-Goddess Twilight! Goddess, I—ACK!

A hand, a strong, rough, clawed hand, grabbed Rarity around the throat, stealing away her pleas for help and replacing them with pained, breathless gasps. Rarity’s eyes darted to Twilight, as did the Dragonlord, though the Goddess said nothing at first. After watching her property be choked for a few moments, Twilight smiled, turning for the door and giving a wave to her guests.

“I’ll leave you to it,” said Twilight as she departed. “Feel free to fuck her up however you wish, my honored guests.”

"You talk too fucking much, pony whore," growled the Dragonlord, resuming her descent on Rarity. Ember tore the rest of Rarity's dress off of her body, until the slut was entirely naked save for her collar. The Dragonlord glanced down, a frown floating to her lips at the sight of Rarity's legs pressed together. She grabbed the whore's thighs, a sharp cry of pain ringing out as jagged claws were buried into soft, tender flesh before Ember yanked Rarity's legs apart. She saw her prize and immediately went for it; no prelude, no teasing, no foreplay. Ember simply dropped down onto Rarity and shoved her impossibly thick, impossibly hard, sharply-scaled cock into the waiting cunt as deeply as she could.

Rarity wailed, uncertain if she felt more pain or pleasure from the sharp, curving scales that lined the dragon's length. Twilight once said that the scales existed to stop an angry dragoness from tossing their potential partner away too easily during mating, which used to make sense to Rarity. That was before her awakening, and now she wondered why anyone in their right mind would try to get a horny dragon off of them at all.

"Merciful Goddess, you're so big!" squealed Rarity. As soon as the word left her lips, a heavy, powerful hand clasped against her mouth. Ember dug her razor sharp claws into Rarity's face as she gagged her with her palm, snarling and snorting black smoke from her nostrils.

"If I hear your annoying fucking voice one more time, I'm gonna rip your stupid fucking face to shreds.”

“Save some for us, will ya?” Gallus strode forward, looking down at his former teacher with disdain. “Some of us have been waiting a really long time to use this thing.”

“You clowns can draw straws on who gets its face,” snarled Ember. She pounded her cock as deep into Rarity’s cunt as possible, gripping her by the legs and drawing blood with her claws. “But if you want its cunt, you’re gonna have to fight me for it.”

“I can wait to hit its pussy. Mind turning it over for a bit?” Gallus watched patiently as Ember let out a frustrated snarl, pulled out of Rarity, tossed her over onto her belly, and savagely forced herself back into her cunt, all in the span of about three seconds. “Thanks a million, Dragonlord.”

“And what makes you think you can skip the line?” snorted the minotaur, stomping forward. “You’re the youngest, and least experienced, person here. Show some respect to your elders.”

“Respectfully, Lady Clara, I’ve been in line to pump this bitch’s face for something like five years now,” said Gallus. “Do you know how many times I’ve been given detention by this brainless bimbo? And now I have a chance to get even and—”

“Your youth shows itself.” The sheik advanced, sliding out of his sandals as he came to a stop before Rarity. He raised his foot and, without needing to be asked, Rarity parted her lips and accepted the man’s foot into her mouth. “Watch carefully, boy, and you will learn how a true ruler behaves.”

“Fine, Lord Saharah. Do as you will.” Gallus crossed his arms and pouted. “I waited five years, I can wait a bit longer.”

“I’m not quite so patient,” snorted Lady Clara, her twelve inches of fat bullcock twitching beneath her loincloth. “And I don’t imagine Noctis is either.”

“It’s just after noon. Too early to fuck,” yawned Noctis, the Night King of Chiropterans. He remained in his seat, leaning back to enjoy the show. “I’ll have my turn with her once night falls. In my country, it’s tradition to claim a woman once she’s fallen asleep.”

“Well, I like for my slaves to be awake when I break them. Lady Clara tapped her foot impatiently. “So either move your foot or I’ll have to take the Dragonlord up on her challenge.”

As Lord Saharah forced his foot deeper into Rarity’s mouth, his dirty toes nearly down her throat as he essentially kicked her in the maw, Rarity let out a shriek of pain and pleasure and all that lay in between; Dragonlord Ember growled savagely and buried every last inch of her cock into Rarity’s poor twat, a flood of scalding hot dragon cum pumping directly into her womb. Rarity screamed, tears running down her cheeks from the sudden surge of nearly boiling hot seed. Despite the pain, and indeed because of it, Rarity’s cries warbled away into a moan, and she came around the scorching dragon cock that had been previously brutalizing her.

“Give her a minute to cool off, and she’s all yours, Clara,” said Ember, wiping her brow and sliding out of Rarity. The sudden rush of cold air was almost as painful as the initial heat, and Rarity sobbed loudly into Lord Saharah’s foot. She couldn’t confirm it at the moment, but Rarity was convinced that Ember’s cock had managed to cut and scratch her pretty bad, the necessary proof coming when the Dragonlord came around to meet the minotaur noblewoman; Aside from her own steaming cum, Ember’s cock was coated with a thin film of Rarity’s blood. “Only because I like you. You’re probably the toughest person here, aside from me.”

“I’ll try to repay the kindness by leaving her cunt in a usable state for you,” said Clara. She tore her loincloth free, exposing a member that was closer in size to a parking bollard than a dick. Rarity could only barely see Lady Clara as she approached her from behind, but she certainly felt the shaking of the ground when Clara fell down onto her rear. “I wouldn’t hold my breath, though.”

“My clothes.” Lord Saharah raised his arms and, in a flash, his entourage was on him, peeling off his expensive robes and baring his body to the world. Finally, he removed his foot from Rarity’s mouth, giving her a moment to collect herself and finally let out a proper shuddering sob. “We will see if your tongue is only good for cleaning my toes, whore.”

“Yes, m’lord,” coughed Rarity. She let out a yelp of surprise when she felt a single, very powerful, hand grab her around the waist and hoist her up; Lady Clara plucked her up like a toy, and seemed intent to use her like one as well. The noble minotaur dragged Rarity into her lap, positioning the waiting hole over her own formidable cock and slowly forcing Rarity down. Rarity looked down and began to panic, a distinctly visible bulge pressing out through her middle, the fit so snug that you could see nearly every vein and feature of Lady Clara’s cock through the skin of Rarity’s stomach. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuuuu—”

Rarity didn’t even get to finish her expletive before a hand yanked her head forwards and she felt her face be swallowed up by what she soon surmised to be the ass of the Saddle Arabian Lord. Though taken by surprise, Rarity knew her place, and even while being split in two by a cock too big for anyone to be expected to take, she managed to keep her focus enough to lap at her superior. She shuddered in shame, disgust, pain, and ecstasy, savoring the salty, sweaty, bitter taste of the older man’s flesh.

“This blows,” grumbled Gallus. Ember laughed, patting him firmly on the shoulder and nearly knocking the young griffon over. “What’s so funny, Dragonlord?”

“You let these idiots walk all over you, kid,” said Ember. “You can’t be scared of them, or else they won’t ever respect you. If you wanted to use the fucktoy, you should’ve pushed everyone aside and taken it.”

“Yeah? You would’ve let me do that?”

“Hell no, I’d have you plucked and roasted in no time at all, little birdie.” Ember shoved Gallus in a manner she saw as playful, but others might deem closer to aggressive. “And, to be fair, Clara’s not a good one to prove yourself with either.”

“Who speaks my name?” snarled Lady Clara, barely slowing as she used Rarity. She wasn’t so much fucking her, more like jerking off with a living fleshlight, but even in her pursuit of pleasure she still managed to radiate fury and intimidation. “Is there a problem, Dragonlord?”

“Focus on ruining her cunt, Clara. I’ll handle the boy,” remarked Ember. She turned back to Gallus, rolling her eyes somewhat at her equally aggressive colleague. “Look, Gallus, if you want it, take it. Saharah’s like 70, you can take him. Just push him aside and mark your territory.”

“I don’t know…”

“Come on, kid, have some balls. Worst case scenario, he pushes back, and I’ve got your back if he does.”

“You’re a lot nicer all of a sudden,” noted Gallus. Ember shrugged.

“I’m in heat, just really needed a good fuck.” One last time, Ember pushed Gallus, sending him forward and towards the Lord, the Lady, and the fuckdoll. “Go get ‘em, kid.”

With a surge of confidence, not all of it fabricated, Gallus advanced, unbuckling his trousers as he did. Ember was right. He was just as important a delegate as the others, and he wasn’t about to sit here and be disrespected! It wouldn’t look good for him, or Griffonstone for that matter, if he was such a push-over. It was time for him to take a stand.

“Move it, old timer.” Gallus shouldered Lord Saharah out of the way, leaving the sheik staring incredulously. As the young griffon pulled his throbbing erection from his pants, Lord Saharah smirked in spite of himself, placing his hand on Gallus’ shoulder. “I’m done waiting, so if you’re gonna lecture me about my youthful arrogance or whatever, save it.”

“Far from it, boy. It seems the Dragonlord had a word with you?” Saharah watched intently as Gallus approached. “What do you have planned for our toy?”

“Ember said to mark my territory. So…” Gallus positioned his dick level at Rarity’s face, directly in front of her mouth. “Open wide, whore.”

Rarity was being fucked so deep, the minotaur’s cock damn near pounding her heart, that she didn’t have much choice but to let her mouth hang open. Clara repositioned slightly, holding Rarity horizontally with both hands to properly drill her in two, and Rarity was in the process of letting out a screech of pain when she felt the stream of Gallus’ piss splatter against her tongue. By some reflex, Rarity gulped down the salty liquid, only stopping when she received a firm kick to the jaw from the Saddle Arabian sheik.

“Hold it in your mouth, whore,” ordered Saharah. He took his own dick into his hand and after just a moment, he too was relieving himself in Rarity’s mouth. Even while Being fucked in half, Rarity was still aware enough of her faculties to give her masters a good show; She slid her fingers into her own mouth, fish hooking her maw as wide as it could go, so wide that it genuinely began to hurt. Even still, that pain was a drop in the bucket compared to how her insides felt, the massive organ of the minotaur noblewoman slick with cum, blood, and Rarity’s own juices as it threatened to punch a hole straight through her fat tits. That pain was steadily mounting into pleasure, and it wasn’t long before she came, silently and almost immobile, around Clara’s massive pole.

“Move over, boys, let me show you how it’s done.” Dragonlord Ember approached, her cock still hard and sticky with Rarity’s various fluids. She took a spot to the side of Gallus and, with careful aim, let out her own stream of piss onto Rarity. The steaming dragon urine was extremely hot, about the temperature of fresh coffee, and Rarity screamed through a mouthful of piss from the sudden, shockingly hot liquid splashing on her face, ruining her makeup and sending mascara running down her cheeks. The way the liquid in her mouth bubbled while she screamed gave Ember an idea, and she grinned a bit wider as she emptied her bladder onto the messy fucksleeve. “Hey, I wanna see you gargle it, pony bitch.”

“Good idea,” remarked Gallus, shaking the last few droplets of his stream into Rarity’s eyes. “I want you to be tasting our piss for hours.”

Rarity gave a tiny nod, doing her best to display her obedience without spilling her precious payload. She tilted her head back slightly, accepting the last of the steaming, burning stream of urine onto her soft, tender tits, and gargled her mouthful of piss. She made sure to get the salty, bitter taste all around her mouth, coating the back of her throat, swishing it around her mouth to saturate her every taste bud and stain her teeth yellow. After a whine and a begging look from Rarity to her superiors, Gallus gave her a nod, and she gulped down every last bit of pee on her tongue. She even went as far as to bring her face to the floor, smearing her features with the spilled urine, scooping it up with her hands and washing it through her hair.

“When I’m done breaking this slave, you three are going to answer to me,” grumbled Clara, placing one giant hand on the back of Rarity’s head to pin her in place while she reamed her into the accumulated puddle of piss. “You idiots got pee on my feet…”

“I will… Oh, merciful Goddess, that hurtssss!” Rarity moaned, letting her tongue hang out and taste even more piss from the floor. She felt herself shake and quiver, cumming again under Lady Clara’s imposing size and mighty power. “Oh, fuck, yes… I will gladly clean… Every inch of your body with my tongue… should it please m’lady…”

“See? She’ll clean you up, no big deal,” said Gallus with a shrug. Clara snorted, turning her attention more to the whore beneath her. “So, are you gonna finish with her sometime today, or—”

Lady Clara let out a deep, guttural, decidedly unladylike growl, slamming her hips against Rarity with reckless abandon. She was bestial, both in her sounds and her movements, nearly crushing Rarity’s head against the floor as she came harder and deeper than anyone Rarity had ever been with. Each spurt of hot bull cum felt like a gallon’s worth of seed spraying with the force of a power washer into Rarity’s guts. Her stomach ballooned even more as each load filled her womb, the floods maintaining strength and volume with each spurt. The pressure inside of Rarity grew, the cum accumulating until the volume was so great that it needed somewhere to go; Rarity felt the strange, unsettling sensation of a flood of thick, hot cum working its way up through her body, pulsing up her throat, and eventually flooding out of her mouth and spraying from her nostrils. Rarity, naturally, took great pleasure from this uncomfortable, downright painful demonstration of her position as a literal cocksleeve, and she came one last time, quivering in the pool of fluids.

“Hm. She lived.” Lady Clara, none too gently, pulled her cock from Rarity, watching the cum gush out of her gaped, ruined cunt with an air of something that seemed almost like respect. “I’m impressed.”

“Princess Twilight sure does pick the best cockholes,” said Gallus with a smirk. “If she lets me borrow Professor Slut here every now and then, I think Griffonstone will be more than willing to play ball with Equestria.”

“The Dragons were always willing to negotiate with her,” snickered Ember. “I just really wanted to hurt a pony. Call it an instinctual thing.”

“Hmph. I’ll need to think on it more.” Lady Clara stood up, cracking her stiff neck before turning to the door. “I’m hungry. Gonna hit the kitchen.”

“I could eat,” said Ember with a shrug. The men behind her nodded in agreement, so Ember grabbed Rarity’s leash, mostly forgotten, and dragged her cum-swollen body by the neck over to the nearby crystal table. The Dragonlord tied the leash around the table’s leg, checking the knot to ensure that she would be going nowhere. “Hey. Pony slut. You want something while we’re out?”

“W-water… Please…” coughed Rarity, still choking out cum. Ember laughed, giving Rarity a firm, rattling swing to the head, knocking the poor bitch silly. “Thank you, Lord Ember…”

“We’ll get you some water, alright. Might be a little salty by the time you get it, though.”

With that, the dignitaries were gone, leaving Rarity alone with only the sleeping Night King for company. She turned her bloated, sore, battered body over in an attempt at comfort, letting her eyes flutter shut for a rest. She knew it was unlikely that she’d get much of a nap in before the Chiropteran delegate raped her awake, so she sought to get as much rest as she could.

Her Goddess wasn’t exaggerating when she said it’d be a long weekend for Rarity.