and now, for a "rarity" of a rarity story
in which rarity "loves" dogs
It started as any normal evening, the carousel boutiques doors closed for the evening, the lights were dimmed, as Rarity applied the last few stitches to a splendid ensemble for an elegant soiree just outside of town.
And as the last hem was stitched, she heard a knock upon the door from across the boutique.
"Coming darling" she answered, lowering the kit onto the workbench, elegantly trotting to the other end of her establishment, the knob twisted, and the door opened to find nopony there, perplexed, Rarity moved to close it again.
But the sound of a lone bark halted her, as her eyes lowered to the doorstep, she could see a wide-eyed Dalmatian puppy.
Cute as a button in a cuter depiction, he looked up at his hopeful new owner with the peepers that convince even the coldest soul to adopt.
Instantly she had fallen in love with this beautiful pup, and was rapt by why he was here, was it a well-wisher, the result of a great service was it Fluttershy, who would certainly be one to offer a gift such as this, and as she opened the letter, the answer was still unclear, as was the intention.
"My dearest Rarity, from the day we met, your charms had bedeviled me, and your grace and your beauty were unmatched by even the purest gems, my life is whole for being near you, and as a token of my fondest appreciation, I give you this, a creature to tend to and to cherish you for all the days of your life, my hope is that I have made your life better from this gift, signed, your secret admirer."
"Awwwwww, how absolutely sweet of you, Spikey-wikey" Rarity knew who it was the second she read the letter, a thoughtful, yet unexpected delivery, the thought made double as the spotted cutie panted happily, looking up to the pristine white mare, making her heart melt like a marshmallow over a campfire.
A single tear shed from her baby blue eyes "Sniff.....your so precious......awwwwww, come here you!" she exclaimed throwing her loving forehooves out to him, her puppy springing out of the blanket of the basket, latching to the milky torso, as she tumbled backward onto to her iconic fainting chaise longue, placed especially for her.
The puppy crawled to her pretty made-up face, gently lapping her with his little tongue, Rarity in the throws of a pinkie-ish giggle-fest, at the sweetness and the tickle of his appendage, "oh, you are so pretty, I simply can't wait to introduce you to opalescence"
Despite the more hostile interaction between the different species, and opal's own irritable disposition, she couldn't help but feel instant fondness for the puppy in her hooves, as once the dalmatian has finished with her new owners face, he hopped over to greet her pampered pussycat, who purred and nuzzled the pup in return.
Rarity simply put was on cloud nine, as he leaped back up to another round of lapping.
Little did she know, her direction in life would change drastically from the course of this one simple action, this one fateful night.......
It was another night just like that one, as her precious pup, left without a name lapped the blubber-loaded jowls of the bright white pastry bag of a pony, who cooed and moaned in heat upon this enormous spotted slug of a pup lapped her face and pounded her precious petals.
The fervoured sounds of another dozen-and-a-half dozy, immobilized pooches barking sent her libido into overdrive, panting, whimpering, and giggling as she had the day they met
Oh boy, that was all of a sudden wasn't it, well you see, over the course of the next five years, Rarity had become attached to dogs to an alarming degree, finding beauty in everything they were, from their fur to their pants, to their barks, from these personal revelations, she chose to shift her focus in life drastically, retiring her practice, selling her stores, and her brand to those she could trust with thy name, many were befuddled by her sudden move, yet they understood, as good friends do.
From that point on she continued to receive another loving dog every so often, everyone she cherished as much as the last, and of course, from this, she acted as a smothering mother of sorts, beginning to spoil her pets to excessive bed-breaking rates, with the most fattening of sweets from sugar cube corner, and the finest cuisine Equestria had to offer.
The element of generosity exceeded her name, and in turn, finding herself fattened in the process, a prospect that in the past, would make her part clouds with the bassy level of her scream, but now, She considered it a reward for the love and care she gave to many multiple multi-ton dog, laying by her reinforced bedside.
That was when the attraction became something sexual, arousing, as soon everything they did began to turn her on, from the way they feasted with wild abandon, to the way they jiggled and kept their energy in spite of the surmounting flab pinning them to the ground, she also found it undeniably hot and convenient how mobility for her precious piles of doggy flesh was as simple as strengthening her magic to lift the boulders of blubber to her embrace, as tender as ever.
So there she was, in the throws of peak euphoria and rhapsody, fat smacking and slapping against each other in almost a hypnotic trance, to the tune of the canines barking loud and passionately.
Both flab crested mugs glowing red as they took turns locking lips and lapping faces, little drawbridges of saliva forming every time they briefly parted, only to smoosh their facial fat in again, like seals competing for rule over a beach, or simply, two creature who competed in expressing their deepest love for one another, every pump into her fat buried marehood sending her closer, and closer, and closer still, to blissful orgasm.
"Oh.....huff......oooooooo...huff...who's a good boy.......who's a gooooooood boooooooooooooooooy?!" she bellowed as her precious hole was blasted into by the hot pink sausage of her canine of corpulence.
They howled together minds going blank with the thought of climax sticking through, and the thought of how much of them there truly were, magnified by the acres of blubber all around them, crowding the hallways and the former spots of design, now filled with slobbering ravenous immobilized purebreds, eagerly awaiting the next meal, and the next romp, with their doting doughball owner.
But before the next banquet, or bacchanalia, or another decadent excuse to eat and fuck Rarity had thought of could begin, they all heard a knock on the door, rendering a momentary silence, as they waited for her horn to heed the call, a horn which they blessed and kissed, as the extension was crucial to maintaining such an abundant, sedentary lifestyle.
And before her eyes was one of the biggest fattest doughiest blubber contaminated st bernard she had ever seen, who was slowly being pushed inside to the small amount of space left inside her personal doggy heaven, a loud, muffled BOOF that flapped his drooping, drooling jowls, that accompanied with the distinct smell of a wet dog coming in from the pouring rain, made Rarity cum once more in succession.
After a few moments of shivering in pure delight, the pampered to infinity pup rolled over next to his precious pony in white, panting happily, knowing the standard protocol for welcoming mare's best friend, as his soggy fur dripped all over the malleable adipose.
Which was the ceremonial breaking in of her louche cooch. The blubber-dampened bernard panted proudly, as he was about to be greeted by a most selfless, potbelly of a pony, once known as the premier designer of equestria, now known as the biggest dog lover of all time. Both dog and owner closed their eyes as the coital ceremony commenced.
"Yes, come to Mama Rarity...... Envelope me with your musk and really make yourself at home"
Meanwhile, Spike, the one who sent her on this most peculiar path, would soon join her wobbling wife in the gay festivities, after a brisk affair with himself.....