The Real Rarity

"What's your problem?"

Rarity certainly heard her Goddess speak, and she most certainly wanted to respond. However, given her predicament, few could blame her for the delay in her comment. She lay, motionless on the cold crystal floor, her battered body covered in bruises, scratches, piss, and an unreasonable amount of cum. Her body twitched, her head stirring in the direction of her comparatively pristine and put-together owner.

"Uuuuuggggghhhh…" Rarity couldn't manage much more than that just then, not even as Twilight gave her a firm kick to the middle. "Goddess…"

"Spike said you haven't moved since the delegates left," said Twilight, cocking her brow. "That was last night. So… What's your deal?"

"Hurts… came so much… Tired…" Rarity was limp, even as Twilight grabbed her by the hair. The Goddess dragged Rarity by the dull, sticky locks to a chair, her faithful fuckpig too tired to even properly moan in pain, nevermind resist. Twilight frowned as she sat down, pulling her dress up to free her fat, bitch-breaking cock, which she deftly shoved into Rarity's waiting mouth.

"So you've been used, abused, beaten, snd fucked for three days straight," mused Twilight, using Rarity's throat to jerk her cock off. "You haven't had a solid meal since Thursday, and you're operating purely on instinct, a compulsive need for my approval, and somewhere between two and five gallons of semen." Twilight shoved Rarity's head down to her base, feeling the weak quivering of her cocksleeve and letting out a contented sigh. "As much as I'd like to rape your body into fat, cum-bloated bits until Thursday… Me and Spike have plans with our parents, so we'll be taking the trip to Canterlot for a few days. So you should take that time to recharge your batteries. Take it easy, get some rest. Stay in bed and schlick all day for all I care. And, when I get back, you should be rested up enough to take my cock for as long as I decide to stuff it into your greedy cunt. How does that sound, bitch?"

Twilight glanced down and, to her surprise, Rarity was out. Not unconscious from the fat schlong in her throat, nothing so serious. Just asleep. The Goddess rolled her eyes, pulling Rarity up by the hair and tossing her down to the ground. No sense in wasting cum on the whore when she wasn't awake to properly savor it. Instead, she sighed, shaking her head at the sorry state of her plaything.

"What am I going to do with you?" sighed the princess. "You're no good to me like this… And I was really looking forward to making you cry before my trip. I really need you to rest up, but who can I trust to keep an eye on you—"

Twilight's phone rang, the special angelic ringtone she had reserved for her personal friends (except Trixie, who got a demonic chant instead), and she grabbed it up curiously. Nobody called her these days, why would they? The only thing people would ever bother her for would be to use Rarity, and everyone in Ponyville knew the rules by now. Then, as she read the caller ID, Twilight smiled and answered the phone.

"Oh, hi! Really glad you called. Listen, I need a favor," said Twilight, looking down at her incapacitated fucktoy with a grin. She nudged Rarity with her foot, getting nothing but snores in return, and went about making plans to get her ready. "Oh, nothing big. Just need you to keep an eye on something for me…"

Rarity let out a yawn scratching her piss-drenched hair tiredly as she rolled over on the cold crystal floor. At least, that's what was supposed to happen. Instead, she found her hair was dry and combed, and the floor was in actuality the soft cushion of a very comfortable bed. Immediately, Rarity found herself confused, so confused in fact that she didn't immediately recognize the piece of paper stuck to her forehead. After she regained some of her faculties, Rarity pulled the note free, turning it over to read her Goddess' elegant handwriting.

"Dear Useless Cunt," read Rarity, a smile forming in her lips. Her Goddess always did have the sweetest pet names for her. "Hopefully, you're not too stupid and cock obsessed that you've forgotten how to read yet, though it wouldn't surprise me if you have. As I said to your mostly unconscious body yesterday, Spike and I have to go to Canterlot for a bit, and you weren't invited. My parents have a strict no animals policy in their home, and even though I tried to convince them you were more like luggage, they decided that you count as a pet. Furthermore, you've been through the wringer as of late, and you clearly need some rest before you can get back to worshipping me as you should. As such, I've left you in the care of a friend of mine until Spike and I return. Obviously, you will obey your caretaker's orders completely and without hesitation, but to be honest… This should be an easy few days for you. Behave yourself, and make sure you're at 100% when I get back to brutalize you all over again. That's an order. Signed, The Reason Your Life Has Any Modicum Of Value, Your Goddess of Perfection, Princess Twilight."

Rarity smiled at her Goddess' words, regretting somewhat that she couldn't be at her feet at the moment, when she noticed a postscript at the end.

"P.S. your caretaker is a wee bit sensitive sometimes and if I find out you hurt her feelings in any way, I am going to make you wish you were never born. Do not fuck this up."

Below the postscript was a purple stain that initially resembled a kiss mark. Upon further inspection, however, it was clear that it was a kiss of a different sort; Twilight had used Rarity's lipstick, the same that the slut wore right then, on her flare, thus "kissing" the paper with her cockhead. Such a simple gesture, one that managed to be sweet, crass, and domineering all at once, was a prime example of why Rarity happily worshipped the ground on which Twilight walked. Rarity couldn't help but kiss the lipstick mark on the paper, and, if she thought about it very hard, she swore she could taste her Goddess' cock on her lips.

"Sensitive, eh? Who of Goddess' friends are sensitive?" Rarity surveyed the room, still uncertain as to where she was at the moment. She had been in nearly every Ponyvillian's house at some point, normally sleeping in their floor after a rape that wemt over schedule. This house, or at least the bedroom, was entirely unfamiliar to Rarity. She stood up, looking down at the old sheer nightie she wore, a relic from the Old Rarity's closet. Luckily, the modification of the skirt's hemline, altered to stop before even properly reaching Rarity's pussy, saved it as a garment appropriate for the Real Rarity.

"Oh good! You're up!"

To Rarity's surprise, the voice she heard was one she was very familiar with. Many a stressful afternoon at the post office in her past life had meant Rarity spent a lot of time with Ponyville's klutzy, but well-meaning postmistress. Strangely, Rarity couldn't recall seeing Derpy at all since her awakening. Whether that was due to Derpy avoiding her because of her new status (a possibility Rarity definitely understood) or just pure cosmic chance, was unclear.

"Ms. Derpy?" Rarity tilted her head, thoroughly confused. "Are you my caretaker today?”

"Yep! Twilight said she needed me to look after you, so she sent you here while you were sleeping!" said Derpy, giving a little clap. "Hope you were comfortable."

"More comfortable than a thing like me deserves, I assure you," said Rarity with a curtsy. "So, Ms. Derpy, what can I do for you?"

"Huh? What do you mean?" Derpy tilted her head in confusion. "I thought I was supposed to be taking care of you?"

"Erm… I think there may be a misunderstanding…" Rarity cleared her throat and straightened her back, giving her caretaker a little nod. "I suppose we haven’t seen each other much as of late… Well, in any case, Goddess Twilight has instructed me to obey your every whim and desire. I am yours to command, Ms. Derpy. My only desire is to please you.”

“Oh. Oh! I get it now!” Derpy nodded in understanding. “That explains what Twilight meant in her text… So you’ll do anything?”

“Any task that you ask of me, I will comply.” Rarity was beginning to get excited, wondering what sort of degenerate tendencies or vile requests someone like Derpy could have. It was always the most kind, polite, and innocent of people who had the biggest skeletons in their closets; Rarity herself was living proof of that. “No matter how debasing or humiliating, I will eagerly obey!”

“Perfect! I have just the thing!” Derpy disappeared, leaving Rarity in anticipation, which very quickly became disappointment; Derpy didn’t return with a strap-on or a whip or any such thing. Instead, she entered the room with a sealed jar of grape jelly. “Could you open this? Lid’s stuck.”

“Oh. Well, of course, but…” Rarity took the jar in her magical aura and, with little effort, popped the lid open. “This isn’t the sort of thing people typically make me do…”

“Huh? What sort of things do people make you do, then?”

"Well, generally, they, you know…" Rarity tapped her foot almost nervously, genuinely unsure as to how Derpy would take it. "Fuck me. And hit me."

"That's awful! Why would anyone wanna hit you?" gasped Derpy. "You're one of the nicest people I know!"

"Because, almost a year ago, I asked them to. I enjoy it, you see," explained Rarity. "It makes me feel good when people treat me badly. Goddess Twilight was the first to hurt me, and then pretty much everyone in town got in on it."

"Everyone? Everyone except me, I guess…" Derpy sighed, her crossed eyes drifting downwards in shame and disappointment. "Gee, Rarity, I can't believe I didn't know about this… I thought we were… No, it must be my fault, for not noticing sooner…"

Rarity frowned, thoroughly unhappy to see Derpy in such a position. For her to somehow blame herself for not knowing about Rarity's admittedly preposterous lifestyle was just the sort of sensitivity Goddess Twilight had warned about. This just wouldn’t do. Even if Twilight hadn’t specifically ordered her to avoid hurting Derpy’s feelings, Rarity would want to do everything in her power to make someone as nice as the Ponyville postmistress satisfied.

“No, don’t be silly, darling, it’s not your fault! It’s mine, really,” said Rarity, bowing her head in apology. “I’ve been a horrible friend, I should have come straight to you as soon as I had a chance.”

“I just wish I didn’t miss out on all the fun…”

“Nonsense! There’s still plenty of time for you to participate! Let’s do a bit of catch-up now.” Rarity leaned forward and offered her cheek. “Go on, darling, hit me! I hear it’s very satisfying, some people say that once they start they just can’t stop until I’m all bruised and—”

Rarity prepared to lose the rest of her sentence with the introduction of a small, but surprisingly powerful hand against her cheek. It was normally how these things went: Rarity invites someone to hit her, she runs her mouth to reaffirm that she wants it, and is then interrupted by a sharp slap across the face. This time, there was a slap, and she was interrupted, but not in the manner in which she had grown accustomed. Someway, somehow, Derpy swung and missed wildly, only barely clipping Rarity’s ear with a pinkie. The whore was so confused that she didn’t immediately respond, which brought a frown to Derpy’s face.

“I’m bad at this…” lamented the mailmare. Rarity seemed to be awoken from her stupor at that point, and Goddess Twilight’s words rang throughout her empty head like a gong.

“What? No! You’re very good at this!” promised Rarity, hoping to avoid embarrassing Derpy in any way.

“I didn’t even hurt you.”

“You did! That hurt a lot! In fact, I was so shocked by how much it hurt that I didn’t know what to say.” Rarity “gingerly” rubbed her cheek, doing all she could to sell the idea that she had been struck. “Nobody’s ever hit me that hard on their first try, so I was surprised, is all. Here, have another go. Why don’t you slap my boobs? People tend to enjoy that, too.”

Derpy nodded, reinvigorated by Rarity’s false praise, and gave a wild swing to the whore’s left tit. Despite receiving a much larger target, Derpy still managed to nearly miss, only catching Rarity’s tit with her fingertips. Still, she seemed encouraged by this, and no doubt entertained by the way Rarity’s boobs bounced from impact, she slapped her again. Even though this strike was a bit better, it still didn’t hurt very much, which meant Rarity would need to brush off her acting skills.

“Ow! Ms. Derpy, please! You’re so strong!” moaned Rarity. In a past life, she had a bit of a reputation for “faking it”, just not quite like this. Even still, the skills transferred over nicely. “You’re gonna leave a mark!”

“Hehehe, this is fun!” Derpy continued slapping Rarity’s breasts, giggling at the way the fat tits jiggled. “I think I’m getting the hang of it!” She stopped suddenly, eyes going wide with joy. “Ooh, can I get other stuff to hit you with?”

“Absolutely!” Rarity clapped excitedly. Maybe with some improvised weapons, Derpy could do some actual damage. “What do you have in mind?”

“I’ll be right back!”

And, with that, Derpy was gone, hurried down the stairs in search of improvised weaponry. Rarity couldn’t help but smile at her enthusiasm, despite the somewhat rocky start. Say what you would about Derpy Hooves being a bit clumsy and scatter-brained, she certainly put her all into everything she tried. Rarity appreciated that, and she was eager to see what the gold-hearted mailmare had in mind. Unfortunately for Rarity, it wasn’t Derpy Hooves who entered the room next.

Perhaps unsurprisingly, Derpy’s daughter had always been a bit odd. Awkward in the way she spoke, tended to keep to herself, and generally unpredictable. Rarity could recall Sweetie Belle coming home from playdates with Dinky a bit confused by the girl’s antics, with some kids even saying that Dinky was one bad day away from going off the deep end. Now, an adult, it seemed that Dinky’s strange, somewhat unsettling aura had only intensified; She carried a backpack over her shoulder, and her clothes were covered in grass stains and dirt. She seemed to smolder, clenching her fist tightly around the baseball she held.

“Oh, hello, Ms. Dinky.” Rarity tried to keep her voice from quivering, but she was thoroughly unsuccessful. “I thought you were away for university in the Crystal Empire.”

“Spring break,” said Dinky simply. “Had a baseball try-out today.”

“Oh, yes, you play baseball! You’re quite good, too,” said Rarity politely. “So, how did your try-out go?”

“I didn’t make the team.” Dinky slowly closed the door, locking it with a click. Immediately, Rarity got concerned. “Coach said I’d never play for his team for as long as he was in charge.”

“Oh. Well. I’m terribly sorry to hear that—”

“You’re a stupid cunt and I hate you.”

Though those words in that order weren't necessarily unwelcome, there was an unsettling venom in the way Dinky spoke that sent chills down Rarity's spine. She watched, transfixed by the girl's uninvited malice, as Dinky slowly untied her shoe and peeled off her sock. Next, Dinky produced a baseball from her backpack, which she slowly dropped into the sock.

"Er… I beg your pardon?" said Rarity, the concern in her voice steadily mounting.

"Then beg."

Dinky gripped the sock tightly by its opening and, without saying a word, viciously swung the improvised flail into Rarity's middle. Rarity squealed and recoiled from the impact, taken so far off guard that she couldn't even think to protect herself until Dinky had struck her again and again. By that fourth strike, Rarity had dropped to her knees, hands up to protect her face by some unshakable reflex. Dinky didn’t slow her assault even a step. She just kept swatting Rarity with her madball, venting her frustrations on Rarity’s soft, tender, steadily bruising body. Dinky twirled the sock over her head, building up speed and momentum, before she finally swung it with all her might into Rarity’s face. The whore screamed, clutching her nose as blood began to gush from her nostrils. Rarity had been hit in the face enough to know this sensation well; Dinky had broken her nose with that one, well-aimed swing.

“I hope you choke on your own blood and die, you useless idiot cunt bitch.”

Dinky threw the sock at Rarity, catching her squarely in the middle, watching with a twisted, hateful grin as Rarity whined and buckled. The doorknob began to jiggle behind her and, in a flash, Dinky had replaced her shoe and switched her expression from one of hate and disdain to a genuinely pleasant smile. She switched faces just in time for the door to open, and for Derpy to enter with her arms full with a broom, rolling pin, lamp, two clipboards, and, for some reason, a cardboard milk carton. As she saw her daughter, Derpy’s drifting eyes lit up, and she dropped all of her things to embrace her child.

“Dinky! I didn’t know you were home yet!” she said excitedly. Dinky smiled and hugged her mother back, in an act that was so pleasant and heartwarming that Rarity might’ve found adorable if not for the fact that she had just been beaten into a bloody mess.

“I just got in, Mama. I had tryouts today, and I wanted to tell you about it,” said Dinky, as if she hadn’t just enacted a hate-crime level beating on her mother’s acquaintance. “I got cut from baseball, but Coach said I’d do better on the volleyball team, so he let me play a few games. Turns out, I’m so good that he made me Captain!”

“Wowie! That’s amazing, Dinky!” Derpy clapped excitedly, giving her beautiful angel of a daughter a kiss on the forehead. “We gotta celebrate! Why don’t you go wash up, we can go out to dinner together. You used to love our Mommy-Daughter dates.”

“That sounds great. Thanks, Mama. I’ll go get ready, I need a shower.” Dinky ran out of the room, stopping in the doorframe to add. “Oh, you might wanna check on your friend. She looks out of it.”

“Oh, right, Rarity. Get a load of my kid, isn’t she great?” Derpy smiled as Dinky departed, looking down at the crumpled form of Rarity. “Oh, wow… I musta hit you harder than I realized! I must be pretty good at this, after all!”

The whole situation was so genuinely bizarre and unexpected that Rarity had no immediate response. Normally, whenever someone was hitting or insulting her, she was being fucked or otherwise sexually tortured at the same time. This just came out of left field, and between Derpy being somewhat ineffective in her punishment and Dinky being perhaps a bit overzealous in hers, it took a moment for Rarity to collect her thoughts.

Well, Goddess Twilight did tell her to spare Derpy’s feelings.

“Excellent shot, Ms. Derpy,” wheezed Rarity. “You really gave me what for…”