A True "Rarity"

Dear Diary,

What do you think? A big step up from those hoof scratches I draw is what I see. But then again that isn't mine. Surprised? You know well enough I cant draw. Where did I get it then? A painting pony at the equestrian expo gave it to me. I had it commissioned based on that photograph I had of her. He was the only artist there who would do commissions in such a short amount of time and guess what? Rarity herself had seen his work! Yes I do believe that is why he was able to be shown in the expo in the first place; but he is an excellent artist nonetheless and the expo is very lucky to have him there. Just as I wish I could have her here.

I paused. I did so occasionally in the times I wrote in my diary but this time was different. I was entranced by the photo that lay before me. I levitated it up to my snout and looked deep into her gem like eyes. There was no creature more perfect then the one in front of me, and someday we would be together.

"Soon my darling, we will be together."

I could almost hear her say it...feel it even. Ah yes, there were two things I cherished, that lovely mare, and the one thing that will never judge me; my diary. I placed the photo back on the writing desk with a gentle plop, and my feather had a soft crimson glow as I dipped it ink and brought it back to the page.

In addition my good friend, I have other news as well. Working as a spell checker for so long has paid off. Yes you know what that means. No more will I have to deal with all those incompetent, illiterate unicorns, most of whom couldn't tell a pentagram from a phallus. Regardless I won't have to deal with it any longer. While those wages were quite pitiful, it's safe to say that now we begin our journey to Ponyville! Yes, the same magnificent town that houses that gem of a mare. We begin our trip tomorrow, as soon as the sun is raised. A bit early for my tastes (I'm not exactly what you would call a day pony), but its the cheapest ride there and I have to meet with another mare (Twilight was it?) if I want a home. My new job at that apparently underused Ponyville library starts the day after my arrival and I want to make a good first impression to my new boss/land lord. I can hardly contain my excitement, so don't be surprised if you can feel a few ink spots on your pages.

I was pulled away from my work again by the exceptionally boisterous clock chimes.

"That's one thing I won't be missing about this town...."

My words were unheard by the droning of the clock. First chime, second chime, then a fifth, a sixth!? The bells and their cruel sound seemed endless. One could almost imagine the tower looking at you with a smirk as it made its presence known. Then just as suddenly as they violated my peace they were gone. 10 no, 11 chimes maybe? Regardless it was getting late and I did have to rise fairly early. "A few more lines, then off to bed I suppose." The worn pages of my diary seemed to agree. Again my quill became engulfed in that warm color and I finished my thoughts.

Well, this is the last entry you and I will be having in Fillydelphia my friend. So now I bid you adieu and good night, and hopefully you will be filled with a marvelous story tomorrow.

Signed,

Heatstroke

I closed my diary and gazed out the window.

"Yes, marvelous things..."

I felt the soft embrace of my sheets, and the room as well as everything else around me, slipped into darkness.

"Wakey wakey...."

My eyes shot open. But then they fell again.

"Only timed spell Heatstroke get a hold of yourself..."

An impressive spell though in any right. Time release magic was a fairly new form of magic only discovered a few years ago. Some saw it as a "parlour trick" type of spell while others saw possible application in the medical field. I on the other hand saw its potential for personal use. I checked my surroundings for any unpacked belongings. Everything appeared to be in its place, either in a suitcase or small enough to pack in my saddle bags.

"Well all seems to be in order."

I levitated my diary into the saddle bag and closed the buckle. Then for what I knew would be the last time, I walked out the front door. It seemed strange at first walking out; I knew it was the last time but it didn't feel exceptionally different. I'm sure my diary felt the same way. As I glanced at the shrubbery outside of the building, the groundskeeper gave me a distinctive "top of the morning" nod and I returned the favor.

He was a nice pony, one of the few I didn't despise in this Celestia forsaken town. He would be missed; but sacrifices must be made. I remember the first encounter I had with him during my limited stay at the apartment. He was quite an elder of a pony and seemed very wise, like a sage almost. Even his movements as he cleaned up the grounds had a pungent odor of experience; and an exceptional helping of sweat.

"Perhaps I should write a few letters to him, considering the fond memories I have of him."

With that mental note taken down I checked my hoof watch. A good four minutes to the station and three extra before it leaves, excellent. There were a few mares waiting at the boarding station, none that could replace that diamond queen however. Then again I could never replace Rarity.

Then one of those promiscuous ponies began to waltz towards me. She had creamy maroon fur, and two cherries with a banana as her cutie mark. That subtle message her mark gave was less subtle in her motions. She eyed me from my horn to my other "horn" and just about everywhere else in between. Just her gaze made me feel like I was being handled. Then she spat out a question in one of the most uncouth ways I've ever seen.

"Hey dere buddy! Its pretty durn obvious you're here for dat train there so where you headed?"

I could easily imagine her working in a farm gathering hay.

"I'm heading to Ponyville."

I said this as vaguely as possible. The last thing I wanted was for a personal needs pony to know where I resided so she could "satisfy" me.

"Ponyville? That sure is a mighty fine town. I gots lots of family down there!"

"And I'm sure your lots of family came from decades of in breeding."

I wasn't normally one to poke fun at stereo types but this pony was asking for it. How did I know? Honestly I had no fucking idea, she just did. Before I responded with a generic "oh that's very interesting" or the foolproof "cool" remark my steam powered salvation arrived. Pulling out my ticket I saw her walking back to her friends to get her bags. They made their side glances pretty damn obvious to me, and their laughs didn't make them anymore discreet. I rolled my eyes and handed the extremely bored conductor my ticket. He ripped it in two and told me my seat; first class.

I figured since I was leaving town for good I may as well leave an impression as well. I sat in the back at window seat in the luxury filled car and looked out the window. It was one of the few rituals I had before dozing off. I laid back and closed my eyes......

"Next stop is Ponyville station!" screamed the conductor.

"So soon?...."

I hardly bothered to ponder my thought as I was far too groggy to do so. I looked outside and the sun was still high in the sky and the hour hand of my watch had barely budged. Two hours at the maximum had gone by. As we rapidly approached the station I levitated my belongs and walked to the door. The train slowed down and the brakes gave a dying, thunderous roar. Those would have to be replaced soon, no doubt in that. About twenty or so other ponies got up from their seats and walked to their respective car doors. The brakes hissed one last time as the train came to a complete stop, and a porter pony opened the door from the station grounds. I gave him a nonchalant "thank you" and he responded with a hopeful "Welcome to Ponyville."

I scurried out of the station to avoid that cherry banana mare and soon found myself in what appeared to be the town plaza. It was a truly interesting experience, already on my first day there were so many new faces, so many new personalities. Getting to know the locals would have to wait however, finding my new home was the top priority. I looked at the crude drawing I had, of what looked like an over sized foal's tree house.

"Still for that size there had to be quite a large collection of books. And more books lead to more knowledge, which is never a bad thing."

I tried my best to sound positive. I walked up to the trunk of the house and a purple pony greeted me. She had highlights in her mane and a cutie mark that somewhat resembled a compass.

"Hi there, my name is Twilight Sparkle. Are you here for the job and room?"

I was shocked at how she already knew why I was here.

"Why yes actually, how did you know?"

She smiled and said "We really don't have many visitors to the library, so I had a feeling it would be the first pony to show up."

I could sense the disappoint in her voice that her smile tried to hide. Then I thought to myself, "A library without many visitors, why would she need a second librarian then?". There was no real use in complaining however. According to the job ad all I had to do was organize books and the room was complimentary. For a few hundred bits of course. It was a steal though, and as she opened the door and showed me my quarters, I was astounded by the vast amount of books on the wall.

"Now this is your little slice of home."

She said with another smile, "Spike used to sleep here but he wanted a new sleeping area so we decided to rent it out."

"Who's Spike if I may ask?" I said with a puzzled look.

"He's the baby dragon I take care of. Well, heh, not so much a baby but he's pretty young."

I couldn't believe it. Hundreds maybe thousands of books, a new home, a chance with Rarity and a "baby" dragon? I almost passed out with excitement.

"Wow that's...incredible." I said it with the utmost sincerity.

"And don't mention this but he has a crush on my friend rarity."

My heart dropped. Surely it couldn't be the same rarity I loved?

"And I'm starting to think she likes him back too. I'm proud of the little guy. I thought he never would be able to woo her honestly."

All of a sudden i could feel a fire building up in my stomach just from those words. A little dragon, getting the love of the gorgeous Rarity? Surely it was madness, a joke even! But it wasn't. That purple pony "Twilight" had told me truth, I could see it in her eyes.

"Oh that's very interesting." I was trying my best to suppress the unyielding rage I now had.

"Well, I'm assuming you must be tired from that journey, and waking up so early for the train."

Her whole tone was so damn oblivious.

"Yes it was tiring, and I think I should probably be getting some rest."

"Ok then, let me know if you need to know anything about the town, in case you happen to go out while I'm gone."

"So, your'e already leaving me alone eh?"

No doubt she was going to find Spike I suppose. I hadn't even met him yet and I already wanted to castrate him.

"Oh no its fine, this town doesn't seem too complicated." I said with a fake laugh.

"Well the offer still stands just in case. Goodbye for now then uh...Heatstroke was it?"

"Yes, Heatstroke." I replied flatly.

"Well goodbye again!" She said as she used her magic, and shut the door on the way out.

"Such a happy pony, she sure made it obvious she has some interest in me."

Of course I was only going to be involved with Rarity (if that damned dragon doesn't get in my way!) and not some librarian. But then i had an epiphany. She was clearly close friends with her, and I could use Twilight to get close to Rarity! My mood instantaneously changed, and I began to daydream about what I would do if I was alone with her.....

"Oh Heatstroke, you know exactly where to put yourself don't you?" she moaned.

"Mmrf hmf" I said from beneath her legs.

My tongue spread her open and her haunches clenched on me reflexively. She sighed with pleasure as her hot juices ran down my snout. Then she convulsed again and let out a deep hearty "oohhh...." and climaxed. She then turned around and had her tail facing me, giving me some more to work with. She began to skillfully swallow my colt hood, and somehow got it deep in the back of her throat. The heat was unbearable, and I began to thrust into her mouth. She responded by bobbing up and down in the opposite direction of my thrusts.

I started tugging on her tail, and began to taste her rump again. We moved in unison like a well oiled, lust driven machine. I spread her apart with my hooves and slid my horn inside her. She instinctively dropped her flanks down, and began a flurry of bounces on my horn. Then I gave her one good thrust and filled her mouth with my seed. She sipped it out and swallowed as she clenched down and i could feel her body suckling on my horn. Then a burst of magic sparked and shot out inside her, and she experienced the same exctasy that caused me to line her gums with love.

She lay limp on top of me, her marshmallow white fur contrasting with my reddish orange body. She had a dazed look in her gem like eyes as she said sincerely, "I love you....".

I opened my eyes. I was back in the former sleeping area of that bastard dragon who was there before. Except this time I was covered in my semen.

"Might as well take a shower now."

As I walked to the front door and covertly brought my things from outside I knew it would be my life goal to have that mare love me. No plothole of a dragon would take her away from me. And Celestia forgive me...but should that dragon be better off dead, so be it.

I thought about those words as I stepped into the shower. Rarity meant everything to me, but taking the life of another being...that was something different.

"Sacrifices must be made."

I had said that myself this morning and if it was true then...why not now? I promised myself I would do what was absolutely necessary to be with Rarity, and have my dreams come true. I turned and looked in the bathroom mirror. The face reflected was determined, serious, and teetering on the verge of sanity.

"No turning back." I told it.

Then in unison with me it replied "No turning back."

It was an odd, but simple oath that the face and I now shared.

I turned away and stepped into the tub of the shower and closed the curtains. Using little effort, my magic turned the hot water and cold water knobs, and I could feel the water flow through my mane. This was a beginning to something new, I could feel it.

"Quite the philosopher aren't you Heatstroke." I whispered.

As i worked my magic on the knobs again, the faint glow of my spell could be seen behind the water. I stepped out of the tub, and cast a quick dry spell on myself. My fur illuminated with a surprisingly bright red as I could feel the moisture disappear. As I returned to my "flat" I heard Twilight's voice; and another voice as well. I deftly shot into bed and pretended to sleep. The door gave a distinctive creak as it opened and through a slit in my partially opened eye, I saw Twilight....and that dragon.

"Twi, don't tell me what to do okay? I know what I'm doing."

Just hearing that from him, I could already tell he was self absorbed. If it wasn't for me pretending to sleep I probably would have strangled him myself.

"Looks like our guest is more tired then I thought." Twilight said.

Her voice, it was much nicer then...Spike's, but still not as nice as Rarity.

"He looks a little strange to me honestly." Spike said.

I could feel my teeth turn to dust from grinding them so hard.

"Spike!" Twilight exclaimed, "He doesn't look strange, in fact...maybe even a bit..cu-"

As Twilight stopped mid sentence it was obvious why she did so but the damage had been done.

"Hah! I knew you liked him." Spike said.

I could imagine the smug look he had right about now.

"Well I'm fond of him Spike, but...."

"Come on Twi you can't hide that from me. Who do you think you are? You made it pretty obvious since that's all you talked about since he accepted the job."

Not only was it clear to me that Twilight had an interest in me, but it was clear as day to Spike.

"Spike! Don't wake him up! The last thing I need is for him to hear us, get wierded out and...leave."

As Twilight said those last words I could tell they left a bitter taste in her mouth.

"Someponys pretty touchy huh?" Spike said with an extremely snarky tone.

I was dying to ask Twilight, "Is he always such a plothole?"

"You shouldn't really bother anyway Twi," He continued. "I doubt anyone could like you at all."

What spike said really bothered me. It was true I was loyal to Rarity, but Twilight was one of the few intelligent mares I had met, and I did see her as a possible friend. Somehow in the next 48 hours, that dragon would be out of the equation. I had enough the conversation and yawned as loud and obnoxious as I could, and made my consciousness known to them.

"For a guest he sure has poor manners." Spike said. He was sure one to talk.

"My apologies, I didn't think anypony was around." I said indifferently.

"Well that explains it." Twilight said, as if nothing had happened at all.

I could tell she was still hurting from what Spike said and I asked her if she wanted to join me on a walk.

Spike gave her a look. "No sorry. I have....books that need to be reordered."

Oh how I hated that dreadful dragon now more then ever.

"Um. Ok then Twilight, Spike, I shall see you later after my walk."

After I said that Twilight gave me a smile and a goodbye and Spike said whatever. I didn't know how long I would be able to standby and do nothing while Spike taunted Twilight. "More reason to kill him." I thought.

After a brief period of deep thought my attention shifted back to my walk and I noticed, I had no idea where the fuck I was. I regretted not asking Twilight about town locations and such but as I looked around, something caught my eye. It was a boutique. And not just any boutique, it was...Rarity's. I saw one of the lights was on, and the silhouette of mare could be seen. I was enchanted, knowing who it must be and mindlessly walked to the ground floor window. There, bending over and exposing all her glory, was the magnificent, plump...Sweetie Belle!? I almost cried out in horror, and sighed with disgust. Not only did I feel like a pedofilly, I mistook the love of my life for a foal.

I turned around and was able to barely see the library in the distance. It was dusk, but not so dark that the outskirts of the town were all hidden. I began my walk back to the library, and saw there was quite a contrast between the bustling life I saw this morning, and the eerie ghost town that was there now. As I got closer to the library I heard a peculiar sound. It seemed like a voice at first and as I walked towards the library it got louder. Then I noticed something very strange; not only was it a voice, it was also a very "heated" one as well. All the lights were off, except for the one that was in Twilight's room. I peeked inside and saw a sight I knew that I would have a hard time forgetting.

Twilight's face was covered in feces, and Spike was pumping his "foal" hood into her orifice. I could see the tears in her eyes as well as hear her moans. Just as he was about to climax he pulled out, and slapped the poor mare across the face several times on the same side, before ejaculating, and subsequently defecating on it. It was then I lost every ounce of kindness in my body, every ounce of remorse that would have caused me to possibly spare him, was now gone. And there was no way in all of Equestria, that he would get it back. Eager to end the trauma Twilight was experiencing I knocked on the front door. I could hear the sounds of hooves hitting the floor and Spike saying get in the shower, that colt is back. The way he spoke to her after what just happened, it horrified me. Could it be that this was a regular occurrence in the library? My thoughts were cut short and the door opened. Spike stared into my eyes.

"Are you going to come in? Twi's in the shower and-"

My horn pierced his skull before he even finished his sentence. He gave me a stunned look, and before he could begin to whimper I levitated him off my horn, and tore of his limbs. First his tail, then his legs, his arms, and finally his head. I looked at the bloody torso and the mess spike had left. His arms looked like they were surgically removed and I found it ironic and slightly amusing. I snickered.

"Pretty good for a first time eh?" I turned around and saw myself.

"Hey genius, are you just gonna stand outside?"

Spike was still there, limbs and all. I had only imagined his death.

"Sorry." I said. "I was just distracted because I was killing you."

That last part I muttered under my breath as I walked in the door.

"What?" He replied with a puzzled look.

"I was just saying...thank you for letting me in." I was a pretty convincing liar.

"Well your'e welcome."

He still looked confused. I wanted to wipe that look off his face so badly.

"You don't know it yet, but you'd better enjoy the next few days. Because you know what happens at the end of the week? That's your judgement day."

Then the bathroom door on the other side of the room opened, and Twilight stepped out.

The mark on her face was still there, and I couldn't bring myself to make eye contact with her.

"It's getting late we should all get some rest for tomorrow right?" She sniveled quite a bit while giving her suggestion.

"Yes, that sounds like an excellent Idea." I said.

Spike said goodnight (surprisingly) and walked to his basket while Twilight went to her bed. I took out my diary from my belongings and began the ritual.

Dear Diary,

There are many types of ponies in this new town. Some are the friendlier kind, while others are the "undesirables" that I have so often encountered. But today, I found there are some beings that don't even deserve to breathe. And sometime this week, I hope to get rid of those who don't deserve a single thing from this land. Don't hate me for what I may, or may not do my friend; that is all I ask. I understand that is a silly request, but it has to be made. After all, even good friends can become bitter enemies. Hopefully we'll remain good friends for eternity. I am sorry I must cut this letter so short.

Yours in immortality,

Heatstroke

I levitated my quill back to my bags along with my diary, and closed up the latch. With that done, I fell asleep to the moonlight, the warmth of my sheets, and the surprisingly rhythmic pattern, of Twilight's sobbing.