Author's Note

This is a non-canon minisode of my story The Real Rarity, which you can read here

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The Real Rarity: Big Iron

A... Gun?" Rarity tilted her head in confusion as her Goddess displayed the glittering barrel of her new revolver. "I... Hm."

"Hm? What does 'hm' mean?" asked Twilight. She turned the weapon over in her hand, admiring it's construction and sleek, powerful design. "Do you like it or not?"

"I think it's pretty, but, with respect... It's not exactly your style, is it?" Twilight didn't respond, so Rarity continued on. "I just mean, you're the most powerful mage in all of history. You can shoot lasers from your finger tips. I don't really see why you would want a gun. Is that even real?"

The sound of gunfire nearly drowned out Rarity's scream, a deep, gutteral, throaty scream of unrivaled pain when a bullet cut through Rarity's thick meaty thigh. She sobbed and shuddered, trembling as she made a reach for her wound. Blood sprayed from her wound, staining her porcelain fingers red when she grabbed at her injured leg.

"I don't know. Is it real?" said Twilight flatly. Rarity sobbed something incoherent, shrieking when Twilight let out another shot that intentionally missed her fuckpet. "Answer me when I'm talking to you, cunt."

"Y-yes! It's real!" Sobbed Rarity. Twilight approached with the handgun, brandishing it towards the whore, who whimpered pathetically. "Oh m-merciful goddess, p-please..."

"Say ah," ordered the Goddess. Through watery eyes, Rarity slowly and shakily let her mouth go open. As soon as her lips parted, Twilight slid the barrel onto Rarity's tongue. "Suck. Nothing you're not used to, slut."

The barrel burned Rarity's tongue from contact, and it filled her mouth with the acrid taste of smoke, but she had no choice but to obey. She sobbed and cried, yet still dutifully worked her way up and down the smoking gun the way she would a fine futa or gentleman's glorious cock. Even this inanimate hunk of metal deserved more pleasure than a worthless thing like Rarity.

"Say thank you. Thank the gun that I'm going to use to kill you." Twilight's cock twitched in her pants at the fear that flashed across Rarity's face. It was so hard to truly frighten the cock addict at this point, so Twilight took her terror as a personal victory. "Say thank you, and then when you're done, I'm going to spray your empty fucking head all over the floor."

Rarity whimpered like a struck puppy, her eyes shut as she prepared for the worst. Her Goddess had always said that she'd be upset if Rarity somehow died. Now the slut knew why; Twilight wanted to be the one to end her worthless life herself

"I love you, Goddesh..." sobbed Rarity. She sucked the bitter, gunpowder-tinged drool from the barrel before steeling her nerves and doing as she was told. "Th-thank you..."

"Oh Rarity..." Twilight pulled the barrel from Rarity's mouth, giving her a rare opportunity at breath. "How can you possibly be this fucking stupid? As if I'd ever go so far as to kill you. Be reasonable! You won't make me cum as hard when you're cold."

Rarity hacked out a sob of relief and utter terror, followed by another yelp of pain when a box landed on her thigh. A first-aid kit that Goddess Twilight had conjured

"You have two minutes to patch yourself up and then drag your fat ass to my bedroom. My balls need draining," said Twilight, turning to depart. "If I have to come back to get you, I'll be fucking a new hole in your head. Understood?"

"Y-yes, goddess," whimpered Rarity, digging through the first aid kit with her shaking, shimmering aura of magic. She did this to free up her hands, one of which she used to pull up her skirt while the other she plunged into her hot, greedy, horny cunt. "I love you s-so much, Goddess...