The Real Rarity

Rarity had always been a sucker for a good wedding.

It was a beautiful ceremony, the permanent bond between two souls who swore to love each other until the very end. Before Rarity had allowed herself to live her true, honest existence, this was the very height of joy, the most happiness she could realistically imagine anyone feeling. Of course, since her awakening, Rarity had since learned that the true pinnacle of happiness was serving her Goddess, but even still, she could appreciate weddings for what they meant to other people. It was why she was so eager to attend the wedding of a former college friend that, admittedly, Rarity hadn’t kept up with much over the years. Goddess Twilight, in her infinite kindness, even allowed Rarity to attend unsupervised, so she could enjoy the ceremony without distractions (although the fact that Twilight had a mountain of important paperwork to get through would have kept her from attending nevertheless). For a brief, fleeting time, Rarity was able to at least pretend to be a normal woman, visited her old friend, and partook in the ceremony without ruining it for the lucky bride just with her very existence. It was as if her awakening had never happened.

Of course, Rarity couldn’t let the wedding end before sucking off all of the groomsmen at various points throughout the service. She was only human, barely.

But the fun and festivities were over, and, as was often the case when thinking of weddings for too long, Rarity felt inspired. Despite giving up a majority of her business to Twilight, it would be false to say that Rarity no longer cared about it. Quite the contrary, her passion for sewing was secondary only to her passion for servicing her superiors, and she still designed an odd ensemble from time to time. Specifically, in this case, was a gorgeous wedding dress that she had gotten from her mother at a young age. Her mother told her to improve the dress as she got older, to make it her own, in the hopes that one day Rarity would one day be able to wear it at her own wedding, and give it to her own daughter in the future.

Rarity had yet to explain to her mother the nature of her life, and the incredibly low odds that the only woman she loved would ever deem her worthy enough to marry (nevermind bear her child), but that was unimportant. At the moment, all that was important was working on the dress, making it as perfect as possible. Perhaps one day, once she was ready to settle down, Sweetie could take it and carry on the tradition. Even though Sweetie didn’t share the same enthusiasm for romance as her elder sister, it was only fair that she get it, seeing as she was the proper lady between the two.

A buzz took hold of Rarity as she approached Goddess Twilight’s castle, that itch that could only be scratched by a bit of sewing. Twilight had warned her before she left that there was a solid chance that the Goddess would not be home when she arrived, and that she should occupy herself until she returned. Certainly, that meant Rarity had enough time to slip into Goddess Twilight’s wardrobe and work on the dress for a bit. So she all but ran through the castle and up to the master bedroom, her sights set on that beautiful dress her mother gifted her.

“Oh, you’re back already.”

To Rarity’s surprise, Goddess Twilight was waiting for her, apparently unburdened by that paperwork she spoke of previously. Ordinarily, Rarity would be ecstatic to see her owner, especially given she had been in her chastity belt for the last sixty days (although it felt more like 312 days, not that anyone was counting), with no sign of release anytime soon. Even still, with the subject of her sexual obsession standing just before her, Rarity was less concerned with begging for permission to touch her cunt, or, more likely, the honor of sucking her owner’s fat nuts.

Instead, Rarity’s wide, teary-eyed expression was taking in the beautiful, elegant white lace that her goddess wore, and the realization that, even all this time later, Twilight still had new ways to hurt her fucktoy.

Even before Twilight’s ascension to godhood, she was demonstrably taller than Rarity was, and her ascension to the alicorn race served to make her even taller and more imposing. These days, most people had to look up to meet the princess’ eyes, and Rarity was no exception. With that additional height came hips, curves, and heft that made finding clothes that fit properly quite difficult for Twilight. Ordinarily, this annoyed her, but today was different. Today, she wasn’t ruining her own clothes, but her own pet’s beautiful wedding dress, yet unworn. Her breasts stretched the fabric of the wedding dress to its breaking point, the goddess’ divine tits just barely contained by the silk gown. Her height stretched the midsection significantly, and the ample curve of her ass left a visible strain on the dress’ backside. Worst of all was her third leg: Though Twilight usually used a simple charm to keep her cock safely contained in her clothing, she seemed to forgo such things today, letting the thick length of meat twitch and flop against Rarity’s delicate fabric. Just seeing the tears as they began to run down Rarity’s cheeks was enough to awaken Goddess Twilight’s mighty cock, and send it tenting up through the sheer lace of the dress’ skirt.

“Like what you see?” chuckled Twilight sinisterly. Rarity let out a tiny groan, a pathetic, pained little whining noise so pitiful that it made her owner laugh aloud. “Aww, the dumb thing is speechless. I’ve got some words for you, cunt. Tell me I’m beautiful.”

“You’re gorgeous, my goddess.” Even so stunned and shattered, Rarity knew an order when she heard one. It was easy, for her to tell the truth. Even squeezed into a dress made for a woman almost half her size, Twilight was absolutely stunning. “So beautiful…”

“Prettier than your mother?”

“A million times, yes! You’re a queen, the most beautiful and perfect creature in the kingdom,” breathed Rarity, heart thumping in her chest. Her compliments, contradicting her tears, clearly pleased her goddess, and Rarity had to bite her lip when Twilight’s third leg produced a fabric-ruining bead of pre. “You’re beautiful in anything, yet…”

“Yeah, I didn’t really need to put this on to look good, did I? Not like you. Even in the finest wedding dress in Equestria, you still wouldn’t hold a candle to me.” Twilight fell onto the bed, the impact causing her to bend and stretch such that a tear grew in the side of the dress. Rarity squeaked, almost physically pained, but said nothing in response. “Oops. Oh well. Not like you were ever gonna use it. Who would ever want to marry a disgusting, pathetic animal like you?”

“No one, goddess. I don’t deserve to be a wife, anyhow.”

“Of course you don’t. Now get on your knees and jerk me off, you dumb cow.” Twilight’s cock twitched, and another spray of pre-cum splattered against the dress. Rarity gulped down her heart, but did as she was told nonetheless and dropped to her knees before her goddess. She grabbed Twilight’s impressive bulge through the soft fabric of her wedding dress, feeling the appendage twitch and throb in her delicate grasp. She stroked every veiny inch of Twilight’s cock, using both hands to work the imposing pillar of mare meat.

“M-may I suck it, Goddess?” begged Rarity, cringing with each sticky drip that leaked from Twilight’s cock onto her wedding gown. “Please, let me taste you…”

“Hmm… Not yet. Not until you make me cum in your dress,” said Twilight. She sighed in contentment, letting her head fall back to the wet schlicking sounds of Rarity’s hands jerking up and down her fat dick, so slick with pre that the white silk that clung to her shaft was nearly transparent. “That’s it… I bet when you dreamed of wearing this dress and walking down the aisle, you never expected it to reek of my jizz, did you?” Rarity let out a pathetic little sob as she shook her head, her tears only serving to make her goddess throb even harder. “Your poor mother… If only she knew what a good-for-nothing cunt her daughter would grow up to be, she wouldn’t have bothered giving this to you. I don’t think she’d want her precious wedding dress to end up as my cumrag.”

“I don’t care what she wants, Goddess. I only care what makes you happy.” As was often the case, it wasn’t just the awful things that she said that made Rarity’s cunt tingle with desire, but the honesty behind them; As much as she loved her mother, her feelings regarding the dress were secondary to her owner’s pleasure. “If it pleases you to ruin the dress, then it is my only desire to aid you.”

“Good fuckpig. Nothing else on this planet matters as much as my hard cock, and since you seem to know that… I think you’ve earned the right to a taste, after all.” Twilight pointed down, and raised her legs up a bit to give her slut better access. “Eat my ass while you jerk me off.”

“Yes, Goddess!”

It wasn’t what she had been hoping for, and it was an even bigger far cry from any sort of relief for herself. But Rarity was so desperate that she dove tongue-first for her goddess’ asshole with similar desperation to how a man lost in the desert would lunge for a glass of water. It was a bit awkward for her, to reach up above her own head to stroke her master’s massive member while also wriggling her tongue into Twilight’s tight hole, but she managed nevertheless. Once Rarity fell into a groove, it became second nature for her, working her hands in tandem with her licks and kisses all while the goddess’ hefty balls rested against Rarity’s tiny, dainty nose. Rarity huffed her owner’s musk as she tongued Twilight’s asshole, her eyes rolling back from the sheer intoxicating pleasure she was experiencing.

“You’re so fucking pathetic. I stole your wedding dress, wore it without your permission, and absolutely ruined it forever! And what do you do?” asked Twilight. “That’s right, you thank me by making love to my asshole. Jerk my cock faster, bitch, I’m getting close.”

The slippery sounds of Rarity’s hands against Twilight’s cock grew louder, sloppier, as she moved her hands faster up and down Twilight’s massive bitchbreaker. She inadvertently tore the fabric of her dress with her motions, but at the moment, Rarity didn’t even have time to notice. She was far too busy savoring the delicious taste of her owner’s ass, and the awe-inspiring power of Twilight’s throbbing cock. Twilight’s breathing hitched, growing more savage with each passing stroke, until finally, she let out a groan of utter satisfaction. Rarity could feel Twilight’s nuts pulse against her face, constricting slightly as they emptied their payload.

Thick, heavy fountains of cum spurted from Twilight’s flaring head, flooding through the fabric of the wedding dress after just a few ropes. Rarity squeezed her eyes shut, unable to keep back all of the tears as her dress was completely ruined by a gallon of divine semen seeping through the fibers and saturating the silk. She could feel the hot goo drip down onto her head, and she didn’t even have to look to know that Twilight had surely painted the entire front of the dress with the contents of her balls. Even still, Rarity kept stroking and dutifully showing her devotion to Twilight’s asshole until the goddess finally shoved her away, sending her crashing to the floor.

“You know what I’ve noticed about myself over the years?” asked Twilight, mostly rhetorical. “My cum has an exceptionally persistent smell. I assume it has to do with my alicorn blood, but if I even drip a little bit of pre on something, the smell never completely goes away.”

Twilight stood up and rather haphazardly began removing her dress, moving so quickly that she further stretched and tore at the gown due to her carelessness. Once she was nude, she dropped the sticky, ruined, cum-drenched wedding dress onto Rarity’s dejected body.

“So you can dry-clean that dress a million times, and it won’t matter. You’re still going to smell like my jizz sock no matter what.” At that point, Rarity perked up slightly, which bemused Twilight. “What’s that about?”

“I… I can have it back?” squeaked Rarity, not daring to dream. “Would you be so generous as to allow me to wear it still?”

“Oh, Rarity, you dumb bitch. Obviously, you’re going to wear it. After a few key alterations, of course.” Twilight hummed thoughtfully, then snapped her fingers and conjured a stack of papers, which she gently hovered down to Rarity in a protective bubble of magic (to prevent them from meeting a similar fate to the wedding dress. “I already drew up some plans for you. You’re going to get to work on them as soon as possible.”

“Oh, Goddess! You’re too kind!” squealed Rarity, clapping giddily. She leaned in forward to look at the plans her mistress showed her and blushed bright red at what she saw. “Goddess Twilight… Surely this isn’t what I think it is…”

“Make the dress. Hope you have another wedding in you, fuckpig, because we’ve got a ceremony tonight.”

A few hours later

Rarity had never felt more beautiful in her entire life. Her new dress fit perfectly, the white lace dancing down her curves, stopping just at her waist and barely covering her cunt. The top of the dress hung low, displaying every single inch of cleavage possible, and the whole gown was thin enough to easily see Rarity’s pierced nipples through the dress. She hadn’t bothered to clean it since Twilight wore it, so the fabric was still a bit sticky, and carried with it the addicting musk of her Goddess’ cum. It was perfectly whorish to fit with her new style, while still maintaining enough traditional grace and beauty to have brought Rarity to tears were she still a little girl. Even back then, she had always loved a good wedding, and now was no different. Although, were she to tell her younger self exactly the nature of their big day, she’d likely have some questions.

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness the joining of a dirty, useless, worthless whore and her one true love,” said Goddess Twilight, reading from the holy text necessary to make this marriage binding. Whereas Rarity was in her newly-altered wedding dress and on her knees, like the world’s luckiest puppy, Twilight stood beside her in a full tux (something she had Rarity put together ages ago, in case she needed formal wear), her fly zipped down to allow “the groom” to breathe; Twilight’s hard, drooling cook stared Rarity in the face, with a classy bowtie around the base of her mighty shaft. “Cunt, do you take this cock to be your husband, the owner of your mind, body, and soul, to live together in holy matrimony, to love him, honor him, worship his every inch with your slutty holes, for better and for worse, for richer and for poorer, in sickness and in health, until you draw your very last breath?”

“I do,” sniffled Rarity, wiping the tears from her eyes. She always cried during beautiful moments such as this ceremony. Her only wish was that her mother could see her now, but Cookie would have to make do with watching the wedding tape another time. “Oh Goddess, I do…”

“And do you take this slut to be your fleshlight, your property to use and abuse, to break, rape, and punish every day, until such time that it proves itself unworthy of your touch, for better and for worse, for richer and for poorer, in sickness and in health, until your whore draws its very last breath?”

Twilight’s cock didn’t respond verbally, but it did twitch and produce a thick bead of precum, which Rarity had to physically stop herself from licking off of the floor.

“Then, by the power vested in me by Princess Celestia herself, I now pronounce you cock and cumdump.” Twilight held her shaft steady, slowly drifting towards Rarity. “You may now kiss the bride.”

Rarity pressed her lips to Twilight’s flare, savoring the salty, masculine taste of her pre, and planted a wet, messy kiss on the powerful cockhead. Before she could pull away, Twilight grabbed the bride by the hair and forced “the groom” down her needy, horny throat, working her hips like a piston to deeply, savagely, unforgivingly rape Rarity’s face. Rarity began to cry again, although whether it was due to the emotion of being married to the love of her life or the giant slab of mare meat punching her in the tonsils remained to be seen.

“I love weddings,” purred Twilight. She glanced down at the newlyweds and winked. “You think this is great? Just wait for the honeymoon…”