The Planet of the Rarities
Spike stepped carefully onto the soft grass just within the mysterious magic portal. Just green grass and blue sky. It seemed safe enough so far. Maybe this strange world on the other side wasn’t so bad. Maybe Twilight and the girls back home were all worried about nothing after all. He was now extra-glad that he’d (bravely) volunteered to be the first one to explore the world on the other side of the portal, rather than letting Twilight go first, like she had for that weird ‘human’ place that had turned him into a dog. Come to think of it...
He looked down at himself, checking his whole body. Yep. Still one hundred percent dragon! (Technically 98% dragon and 2% cupcake, since they’d stopped at Sugarcube Corner on the way to the portal.) At least this portal hadn’t changed him into anything weird.
So, yeah. Not bad. Not bad at all. It turned out that the world on this side of the portal seemed pretty safe, if a little empty. But he’d still gotten that nice reputation boost of being the first one to venture into such a scary and mysterious place. Even Rarity had seemed pretty impressed by his bravery, after all. Maybe impressed enough to finally—
Wait... There she was now! Not coming from the portal, though – coming from over a slight hill in the grass.
“Rarity?” he said, a bit dumbfounded to see her here.
“Oh! You know my name! How wonderful!” She tittered adoringly, picking up her pace toward him. “But I don’t know yours ... have we been introduced?”
“Uh... I’m Spike.” Duh! How could she not know that?
She came right up to him, and she didn’t hesitate in the slightest to rub one hoof along the side of his face in a very familiarized way. “Spike ... such a masculine name... How absolutely wonderful! I’m so lucky to be the first one who found you!”
Okay ... this was getting weird. He backed away a bit. As nice as it felt to have Rarity touching him like that, it wasn’t his Rarity, was it? Must be just like that human world, with copies of everypony. But why was she acting so familiar and forward with him if she didn’t even know his name? So strange...
“Um... Rarity?”
“Yes, Spike?” She said his name as if it was the most exotic, delicious thing she’d ever heard.
“You’re not, uh ... my Rarity, are you?”
She gasped. “Whatever could you mean, darling? You already have a Rarity? Does that mean you’re—” she held her hoof to her forehead as if about to faint “—already taken?”
Before he could come up with the right answer for that complicated of a question, another Rarity trotted up over the hill. “Ooh!” she said. “He looks like a male!” She started trotting faster.
A second popped up, seemingly out of nowhere. “A male? What’s he like?”
“Is he single?” Another one asked.
“Is he cute?”
“Does he have a big cock?”
“Oh, he’s a dragon? Maybe he has a lovely long tongue?”
Spike began to sweat as six, no seven, no ten Rarities all came trotting toward him, their eyes sparkling with desire. This dream was quickly turning into a nightmare! (Why did that always happen to him?) And then, just on the horizon, hundreds more! A huge herd of white and purple, rolling over the landscape like a cloud ... like a storm cloud headed straight for him!
In full panic now, he tugged three times on the rope around his waist. “Pull me back! Pull me back!”
Though a couple Rarities already had their hooves on him (and though a couple more tried to hold him with their magic), his friends back on the other side of the portal were able to pull him through and close it behind him. Just barely.
A curl of distinctively Rarity-style hair fluffed to the floor just under the portal. A souvenir of a Rarity who’d almost followed him through.
“What was it like over there, Spike? Was it scary?” Pinkie looked absolutely giddy at the prospect that it might be scary. (More giddy than usual, anyway.) Meanwhile, Twilight took out her clipboard and quill, ready to take down notes.
For a while, he was hyperventilating too much to tell them what had happened (and a bit too shocked to even believe what had happened). Eventually, though, he managed to tell them everything he’d seen.
Rainbow Dash laughed from where she hovered just above. “A million Rarities? That portal must lead to Spike’s version of heaven!”
“A world where everypony is Rarity?” Applejack huffed and shot a wry glance toward the real one. “Sounds like it’d be a heaven for Rarity, too.”
Rarity gave her a squinty pout. “Well at least everypony there would have enough class not to make such snide remarks...”
Spike shuddered. “No, no... It was actually kind of scary. The way they were all looking at me, practically drooling over me... You ever get that feeling that you’re somewhere you don’t belong and that everypony’s about to pounce on you?”
“All the time,” Fluttershy whispered.
Twilight touched her quill to her chin. “Hm... Maybe we should try sending Rarity next? The world on the other side of this portal does seem awfully fascinating, and since Rarity would fit in so well over there, she might be the perfect pony to covertly explore it!”
Rarity held a hoof up to her chest. “Heavens no! Can you imagine what might have happened to Spikey Wikey if the rope had snapped?”
It suddenly hit Spike just how close he’d come. He could almost see it. Like a waking dream... Like a waking nightmare...
Meanwhile, in another timeline...
“Pull me back! Pull me back!” Spike yelled, not knowing if his friends back home could hear him or not.
Fortunately, they starting hauling hard on the rope right away. Unfortunately, the Rarities fought back. A few, then a few more, all pulling at him with their hooves. Even more tugging at him with their magic, all trying to keep him on this side of the portal.
And yet, his friends were strong! Slowly but surely, he was moving closer to the portal. Soon he’d be free! Soon he’d be safe!
The rope snapped.
With the Rarities’ pull now uncontested, he shot forward, right into a huge huddle of them. Desperately, he looked back toward the portal ... just in time to see the frayed end of the rope slide through it and disappear. The portal closed.
That was it. He was trapped now. Trapped among the Rarities. His hands shook. He tried to back away, only to bump up against a Rarity behind him.
They completely surrounded him, eyeing him up from all directions. “Oh, what’s your name, handsome?” “I don’t believe we’ve been properly introduced yet.” “So lovely to meet you. My name is Rarity; what’s yours?” “Has anyone seen my diamond-studded tail wrap? I can’t find it anywhere.” “Oh, and who is this I now have the pleasure of meeting?” “Oh, what a little stud! Who might you be?” “Hello, Darling! Lovely to meet you!”
With almost all of them talking at once, Spike could hardly keep track of it all. (Or even understand it all.) Since he got the vague sense that they were trying to introduce themselves, he responded as well as he could manage. “Hi, um ... I’m ... Spike?” A shiver went down his back. This looked really really bad...
Three or four Rarities were running their hooves over him now. It was hard to tell how many, too much to keep track of.
“So, um...” He chuckled nervously as he tried to worm his way back toward where the portal was. “I was just, uh ... passing through, so now I guess I’ll—”
“Oh yes, Spike!” one Rarity said. “Remember Spike, girls? You know, from before everypony became Rarity?”
“Before what?” Spike’s eye twitched.
“Ah, yes. So adorable! But the one we used to know didn’t have such lovely wings.” A Rarity held one of his wings up. Two more Rarities caressed it, gazing at it as if it was the most wonderful appendage they’d ever seen.
A Rarity pressed her muzzle against his neck and inhaled deeply. “Mmm... He smells divine.”
Spike had just been beginning to realize that he had no chance with the real Rarity – the Rarity from his world. But these Rarities... Could he even handle this? Would it be the end of him?
“We’re so happy to get a new visitor.” “A visitor who isn’t also Rarity.” “A visitor who’s male.”
He gulped and trembled at the sound of their voices. Their hooves were all over him now, touching him everywhere. Yes, especially there.
“We make do among ourselves, of course. How else could we go on?” “But of course all of us are Rarity, so none of us are actually lesbians.” “We would very much appreciate a little taste of ... cock.”
Though he was already completely surrounded, he could see even more Rarities approaching in the distance. It looked absolutely hopeless for him.
“Wouldn’t you like that, Spike?” “I seem to remember our Spikey-Wikey very much enjoyed Rarity’s company, before he also became a Rarity...” “How about it, handsome?” “Would you perhaps fancy the use of a lady’s mouth?” “What? Poppycock! To great such a handsome young dragon properly, a lady absolutely must offer him her pussy!” “Have you all gone quite mad? A gentle thrust between the teats is the only sophisticated and sensual way to begin.” “Out of the way, all of you! It’s clear that none of you are prepared to offer him the tail-hole he so obviously deserves!”
Spike’s eyes darted from Rarity to Rarity as each of them said increasingly lewd and unimaginable things. Were they ... were they really arguing about how best to fuck him?
He held his hands up. “Um, ladies, I couldn’t—”
Rarities from either side instantly glommed onto his hands, sucking his fingers into their mouths. Oh wow... That felt ... so warm and luscious and... Woah! What were they doing?
Four Rarities crowded together directly in front of him. One presented herself to him in the classic tail raised posture, her pussy winking. “Wouldn’t you like my pristine virgin pussy, Spike?” The second crouched down, her eyes gently closed, holding her mouth open with her tongue slightly out. (She, of course, said nothing at all.) The third turned herself upside down in front of him, pressing her teats together with her forehooves. “Come here, Spike, I promise they’re superbly soft and warm for you.” And the fourth also turned her tail toward him, lifting it up even higher to show her glistening tail-hole glistening in the sun. “I’ve already lubed my rear entrance for you, Spike. You wouldn’t let that go to waste, would you?”
Where had she even gotten the lube from? Didn’t matter. He had more pressing matters. Namely, Rarities behind him literally pressing him toward the four in front. (That ... and his twin cocks emerging from the slit between his legs.)
“Time to choose, darling!” “Oh, what magnificent cocks!” “And he has two of them!” “Here, why don’t you sample this one’s mouth first?” “Can I touch his cocks first?” “No, you should start with the other one’s pussy, that’s an undeniable classic!” “It has been ever so long since I’ve seen a proper cock...” “Ignore those others, Spike. Clearly you’re more interested in putting it in this one’s ass.” “No! I insist you put it in my ass instead!”
It was all so overwhelming! He was ... he was starting to understand how his own Rarity had always been so put off by him throwing himself at her...
And in the end, of course, he never really made his choice. His brain was pretty frozen up by the incomprehensible sexy sight in front of him. He stumbled, fell, and found himself on top of a Rarity’s belly, with his cocks pressing against her soft teats.
“Ooh, goodness, Spike! I knew you would appreciate starting with the slow, sensual delicacy!”
He ... he was on top of Rarity! (A Rarity, but still Rarity.) She wanted him. His cocks were touching her teats! He was touching Rarity’s teats! His face was full of her perfectly-groomed fur! He was... He was... Still vacant-minded, acting on pure bestial instinct, he started moving his hips.
“That’s it, dear,” a Rarity said from behind him. She licked his ear spines. “Feels lovely, doesn’t it?”
It ... it did! Despite how weird all of this was, she was still Rarity, wasn’t she? And the soft, supple skin of her teats felt wonderful against his cocks! Moving a little more consciously, now, he held the cooing Rarity beneath him, beginning to thrust against her harder.
The other Rarities caressed and kissed him everywhere. His spines, his back, his legs, his wings, both sides of his tail. Without even being able to see what was happening back there, he felt the tip of his tail slide into something warm and gooey-wet. A Rarity’s mouth? A Rarity’s pussy? Something else?
His head was caught in the magical glow from some Rarity’s horn, forcing him to look upward ... where another Rarity was ready and waiting. She kissed him, right on the lips, and didn’t hesitate at all to slip her tongue into his mouth.
Spike went cross-eyed staring at the Rarity right in front of him kissing him. It was so incredible that he didn’t even notice them pulling him up higher, other Rarities kissing his belly. Another Rarity slipping between him and the one whose teats he was rubbing.
Until another magical glow took hold of one of his cocks. Until he felt the sumptuous warmth spreading over his tip, and then his shaft.
Pulling himself away from the Rarity’s lips, he looked down past the other Rarities ... and saw one of his cocks smoothly entering a Rarity’s pearly-pink pussy as she winked her entrance around him.
He gasped. “G-goodbye, virginity...”
As he (of course) pushed further into her, his other cock slid between the two Rarities, quickly slotting into the perfect soft gap between the two plush sets of teats. His trembling hands, now a little wet and stained with purple lipstick, reached down to grab the upper Rarity’s pristine ass cheeks, reveling in her firm and yet delicate curves.
And her pussy! Spike had never felt anypony else’s pussy, but he was somehow sure that Rarity’s was the best there ever was, the best there ever could be. He pushed himself in as far as he could go, then in and out, thrusting until he could hardly breathe. And all the while, her welcoming wet depths glided over his shaft, making his head swim with the pleasure of it.
Rarity after Rarity kissed him, and not just on the lips. There wasn’t a single part of his body they didn’t seem to adore. When his hands weren’t busy from a Rarity sucking each finger, he gave in and shamelessly groped the Rarities all around him. He squeezed rumps, pussy lips, and teats. He ran his hands through their untouchable manes and tails. He even grabbed one’s horn and stroked it as if it was one of his own cocks!
“Yes, Spike!” the Rarity whose pussy was wrapped around his cock said in a passionate gasp. “You’re so close! I can feel it! Give it to me! Let me be the first Rarity you impregnate!”
Spike was pretty sure that dragons couldn’t get ponies pregnant, but that didn’t matter. The sultry tone of her voice (Rarity’s voice) was more than enough to set him off. Moaning into another Rarity’s kiss, he pushed his hips forward, slamming in as far as he could go and holding himself there.
Both of his cocks erupted at once. One, held between four soft teats, squirted streams of steaming-hot dragon cum between both Rarities’ bellies. The other, held in the squeezing heat of a Rarity’s pussy, gushed his half-load deep inside her, spewing even further into her depths than his red-veined cock could reach.
He stayed like that, in trembling ecstasy, for what seemed like whole minutes. The culmination of every passionate thought he’d ever had about Rarity.
And then ... he fell backward in exhaustion. Not onto the ground – into the waiting hooves of half a dozen more Rarities. As he struggled to catch his breath, he watched the horde of Rarities turn the two he’d been onto their backs, greedily drinking his cum off of their bellies and teats. Another Rarity attempted to eat out the cream pie he’d left, but the Rarity he came inside swatted her away. “That’s mine,” she said, “I earned it! Get your own!”
It looked like that Rarity would have to get in line... Already, several Rarities were vying to climb on top of him and claim his cocks, even though they both were limp and beginning to slide back into his slit.
He looked down sheepishly. “Um... Girls? You might have to wait a little while before I can do it again...” (As much as he’d enjoyed that, biology had its limits.)
“Tired, already? A tragedy!” “Nonsense! He only needs a little refresher.” “We won’t give up that easily!” “You know what to do, Rarities!”
Spike gasped as he felt two mouths, each one closing around one of his flaccid cocks. Each one tended to by a diligently sucking Rarity. And not only those two Rarities, but every Rarity around him stared expectantly ... hungrily...
Oh no...
The Rarities didn’t stop. They never stopped. Far beyond what he ever considered the might be able to do, Spike somehow still found himself going at it.
Flat on his back. One Rarity sitting on his face. The fingers of one hand tickling the pussy of one Rarity, the other hand squeezing an unbelievably plush pair of teats together and pinching the nipples. Two or three Rarities kissed his belly, two rode his tail, rubbing their pussies against his scales. One Rarity sucked his right cock, another rode his left cock and plunged it deep inside her ass.
Even when his will to continue – and even his will to live – had faded, instinct kept him going. This was Rarity, after all. They were all Rarity. The most beautiful, most gorgeous, most desirable mare in all of Equestria! (Or, in all of whatever this world was called. Rarequestria?)
“Do you like the taste of that other Rarity’s pussy?” a Rarity asked. “You can taste mine next. Mine’s even better.”
The Rarity on top of his face tittered ... even as she came a little on his face. “What are you on about? We’re all Rarities here – we all taste the same. I should know, I’ve tasted enough of us.”
The first Rarity pushed the one on his face away. “Oh, is that so? Why don’t we let Spike be the judge of that?”
Spike barely noticed the change, except as a brief respite that actually allowed him to breathe for a moment. One pristine white rump and pearly-pink pussy lifted away from his face. Another pristine white rump and pearly-pink pussy pressed down against his face. He took a deep breath in between.
They did taste alike. Exactly alike. He might call it the most wonderful thing he had ever tasted, more delicious than any gem ... except that he could no longer recall what gems tasted like, or any other flavor. All he could taste – or even imagine tasting – was Rarity, Rarity, and more Rarity.
Hundreds and hundreds of Rarities surrounded him now, as far as the eye could see ... when the eye wasn’t blocked by pristine white flanks begging for attention. Even the Rarities he’d previously been with were the centers of their own piles now, with other Rarities surrounding them, sucking and licking them, desperate for just a second-hand taste of true male cum. Of his cum.
It would have been enough to make his head spin ... if his head wasn’t already spinning from exhaustion ... if his head wasn’t already spinning from the overwhelming pleasure of endless desperate Rarities.
“How do you like her ass, Spike?” one Rarity said somewhere nearby. “Truly the finest way for a lady to please a young drake, is it not?”
Momentarily, the Rarity servicing his other cock with her mouth pulled off of him. “Nonsense! Why, the oral treatments I’ve been giving him have already brought him almost to the brink of— Hey!”
As she spoke, another Rarity had pushed her way in, sat down back-to back with the one giving him her ass, and also taken him up the tail hole, leaving both his cocks tightly squeezed into Rarities’ rears. He shuddered a little (the most life he’d shown in quite a while).
That tiny bit of appreciation (or perhaps the bit of movement) was enough to set one Rarity off. The one who’d had him inside her ass longer shook and squealed out her passion, her pussy squirting on other Rarities nearby. Her ass pulsed around his cock as she came, which surely would have been enough to make him cum himself ... if he hadn’t done it a hundred times already.
The moment she slumped and slid off of his still-hard cock, another Rarity replaced the first Rarity’s ass with her mouth instead, seemingly unconcerned about how dirty his cock might be, as long as it was finally her turn to get it.
“Get back! You’ve already had one turn with him!” “But I just wanted to lick his wings...” “There’s a line for that too, thank you very much!” “Are you almost done with his tail?” “Just a moment more, Darling!” “You can ride my tail instead if you’d like.” “I’ve ridden other Rarities before – I want him.”
The chatter of the Rarities around him all blended into a background cacophony for Spike. He couldn’t tell one from another. (After all, they all spoke in the same voice.) It was just another layer of the overwhelming blanket of Rarity he was buried in. His never-ending heaven ... and his eternal doom.
He felt a slight pressure just under his slit. Oh no! Not again!
It did happen again. A Rarity’s horn squeezed its way into his tail-hole. His toes curled, delighting the Rarities sucking on them. And once the horn in his ass started glowing and tingling (just like the many times before) there was no going back.
Even after all he’d already done with these Rarities, that little trick still set him off in an instant. Something about some gland or other. Maybe he could remember right if he wasn’t so overwhelmed by all these identically beautiful mares. All he knew was that every time one of them did that, it caused him to cum. Again. From somewhere in his body (surely not his already-drained internal balls), yet another salvo of cum shot up from each of his cocks. Nothing like the first one, of course. He was so drained already. But there was somehow still enough to send thin streams shooting up out of him – one into a Rarity’s clenching ass, another into a Rarity’s greedily sucking mouth.
Not too greedy, though, of course. A Rarity is always generous, right? As soon as his depleted cock stopped squirting in her mouth, she rose up and began kissing another Rarity, sharing what he’d given her. And even though the one whose ass he’d just filled hadn’t orgasmed, she seemed to sense her time was up, and she rose off of him after just a couple more goodbye bounces.
A new Rarity was instantly there to replace them. His cocks didn’t even have time to get soft before that Rarity claimed both of his cocks for herself, filling both her ass and her pussy with him at the same time.
That wanton display of greed sparked quite a bit of outrage among the other Rarities, but Spike mostly ignored it. He was still riding out the dizzy high of cumming yet again. And anyway, he’d need to conserve all the energy he could if he was going to make it through this...
The sun should have set long ago, replaced by the moon. If this was Equestria, it would have. But here, in this world, the sun was still high. Perhaps because Rarity didn’t have the ability to raise the moon or lower the sun.
From a heap of sleeping, satisfied Rarities, a trembling, wrinkled claw emerged, reaching for the light. Another followed. And then, Spike (or a shriveled, dehydrated husk of Spike) squeezed his way up and out, covered head to toe in darker purple lipstick marks. He could no longer stand. But if he put immense effort into it, burning the very last of his energy, he could just barely manage to crawl...
He gradually made his way down the slope of Rarities, hardly even noticing their lithe bodies or supple fur. When his hand grabbed one’s ass, it wasn’t for his enjoyment, but merely trying to gain a little traction and pull himself a little further along.
He didn’t even know where he was going. He was fueled only by the vague hope of escape. Perhaps he could find somewhere to hide and recover... (Was this place a dream or a nightmare? He couldn’t remember He couldn’t decide.) He just hoped that all the food and water hadn’t somehow been replaced by Rarities as well. If he could just find somewhere to rest, to eat, to drink, without a dozen Rarities trying to suck his cocks...
“Spike? Is that you?”
Oh no! Not another one! Slowly he forced his head upward. It was Rarity. (Of course it was Rarity. Who else?) And yet ... yet, there was something different about her. She looked at him with concern, not hunger. And she had something... Was that a rope? A thick rope tied around her body, leading to ... to ... the portal!
Rarity rushed to his side. “Oh my goodness Spike, are you alright? You look terrible!”
His dried lips cracked open. “Rare-Rarity?”
She nodded. “The others told me it was too dangerous to come, but I insisted. Eventually I convinced them. I just couldn’t leave my Spikey-Wikey in some strange world to—”
A pause. She must have seen him wince when he heard the name ‘Spikey-Wikey’.
“Oh no! Are you in pain? Let’s get you out of here at once!” She lifted him with her magic, holding him close. He grasped around her neck, clinging to her like he was drowning. And she petted him soothingly as she carried him back toward the portal. “Goodness, you’re so light now... It’s as if you weigh nothing at all...”
He was almost free, almost home... And yet, and yet, there was something even more pressing on his mind. “I’m ... sorry,” he croaked.
Rarity paused, looking down at him. “Sorry? Whatever for?”
She didn’t understand. Maybe she never would. But Spike understood now. Understood better than anyone ever should how it felt to have a lover throwing themselves at you incessantly. He couldn’t bring himself to speak. (Not for emotion, because his throat was too dry.) It would have to wait.
In the pile, a Rarity stirred. “Hey! She’s trying to take Spike all for herself!” More of them rose.
Spike looked up at Rarity. His Rarity. The real Rarity. He still couldn’t force a single word out of his throat, but she must have seen the urgency in his eyes.
“Pull us back! Now!” Rarity said, tugging on the rope three times.
It was a much thicker rope this time, and it yanked them along with immense force, as if being pulled by the entire Apple clan on the other side.
Spike’s eyes went starry with the thought, even as they were pulled through the portal. As much as he loved Rarity, he so longed for the sight of somepony else – anypony else – right now.
It would be a long, long time before he found himself pestering Rarity for attention again.
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