Relaxing and Strategizing (Vote Chapter)

Spike has no wasted any time after fucking Rarity for the last time that night collapsing onto the bed she had made for them. He had lost count of how many times he'd came with just Rarity that night, never mind however many times his other slaves had brought him to an orgasm. It was inevitable that he had drifted off to sleep, Rarity held softly in his arms. Throughout the night and the morning his harem had one by one made their way to their various duties and jobs. Applejack returned to her farm, Pinkie and Mrs Cake had to open the bakery, Fluttershy needed to feed her pets, and for many other reasons the harem trickled away until only Cadence, Spike, Rarity and her sister remained.

It was approaching lunchtime when Spike finally began to stir, Rarity firmly snuggled in on his left, Sweetie Belle had been ordered to take his right. Between his legs Cadence had been curled up into a ball which his feet had wrapped around. As Rarity noticed his eyes begin to flutter awake she gently smiled down at him.

“Good morning Master.” She said, her voice like an angel. “Sweetie make us breakfast, Cadence our Master has some morning wood that you should take care of.”

“At once Mistress,” Cadence answered, her voice was almost relieved to hear the order. To know her Mistress wasn’t intending to punish her by withholding her right to service their Master. Sweetie Belle leapt out of bed and curtsied before her betters.

“Your wish is my command Madame,” she answered making her way out of the room. As she left Rarity snapped her fingers, and Sweetie Belle’s outfit changed to that of a frilly French maid’s. She had stumbled a bit as her feet were slipped into some heels, but was soon comfortable in her stride.

“Is that really a good idea?” Spike asked, frowning at Rarity her brow furrowed, “Sweetie Belle’s cooking doesn’t have the best track record.”

“Don’t you worry Master.” Rarity assured him, planting a kiss on his forehead, “Sweetie Belle’s cooking has improved since she was made to take those cooking classes. Not from my mother this time.”

Whilst that was true both before and after the question, the only real improvement had been that she had stopped burning the juice. Now though she could make a good breakfast, fit for no princess but still good for any noble.

“I should hope not.” Spike shuddered remembering just how bad of a cook Rarity’s mother was.

“In any case Master, did you enjoy last night?”

“It was the best day of my life. How about you?” Spike gasped out, a delirious smile on his face. Rarity’s smile was like a mother’s pride of their children.

“Cannot say I disagree darling,” she purred, and hand rubbing around his chest, as her own chest swayed just a little for his attention.

“Better than meeting our friends?” Spike asked, she smiled.

“Serving you is a greater purpose pleasure than any of our friends Master. That’s why I wanted them made into your slaves,” she explained, her voice completely convinced and filled with conviction.

For Spike what she said was somewhat terrible, but also so very, very arousing. “Better than the day you got your cutie mark?”

“This was the day I got my cutie mark, remember.” She reminded him firmly, jabbing a finger into his chest. “The one I had before was simply a fake.”

“Better than the day you opened the Canterlot Boutique?”

“You are worth more than a thousand boutiques, if you wished me to I would close down my entire chain to be one more second with you.” She promised him with full sincerity in her voice, and even a bit of arousal as well. “But if you did that I wouldn’t be able to fulfil another of my dreams.”

“That being?”

“Setting a new range of fashion where sex and objectification are the name of the game. I want my Master to walk down any street amid a sea of slutty beautiful women and be able to pick out his favourites. I want to play a personal hand in reshaping into a depraved, slutty place where my Master gets first prize and all other men must simply look on in envy.”

“Celestia that’s so hot.” Spike groaned, humping his hips and nearly **** Cadence with his cock as he did so.

“You could do it right now Master. With one question you could make Equestria obsess over my perverted line of fashion, or even make of Equestria your slaves right here and now.” Rarity suggested, her eyes lighting up with delight, as if she was enthused over a new fashion line or gift for a friend. Which he supposed in some ways it was.

“You’d really do that?” Spike asked, inadvertently removing all doubt from his lover.

"Absolutely, to see all of Equestria serving your dick would bring nothing but a smile to my face darling." Rarity said, her smile a twisted combination of perverse and heartfelt.

At that moment there was a loud pop as Cadence's mouth left Spike's cock, smoldering eyes looked up at her Master. "May I have permission to speak Master?"

"Could you give me a titjob then? I was close to cumming." Spike asked her, quite politely as if it was a simple normal request, which he supposed it now was.

"Of course Master." Cadence answered, dragging her huge breasts forward and around her Master's cock, bringing her Master to the edge of orgasm.

"Master, Mistress if this unworthy **** may give her opinion it would be unwise to simply change the whole world to accept Spike as our Master." Cadence explained, her voice was meek and dutiful as her focus remained split on the titjob and her advice to her betters.

Rarity seemed shocked at the suggestion, but could tell that Cadence was well meaning in her advise. Nevertheless she glanced to Spike who shrugged, as if to say 'she's sincere but I don't know where you're going with this.'

"Explain ****."

"Mistress you told of that time Sassy Saddles had you making the same dress over and over?"

"Yes... which reminds me. Spikey would you like to have a second beautiful fashionista as a ****?"

"I might consider it, but where are you going with this Cadence?"

"You remember Mistress how a thousand dresses made exactly the same lost their magic to them, they became just another number?"

Rarity tapped a finger to her cheek, "I suppose."

"If you were to turn all of Equestria into our Master's slaves at once would they be just another **** number? One **** to Master is a gift, but a thousand is just a statistic." Cadence explained, and Rarity actually considered what she was saying. "Would it not be better to corrupt them, one by one taking a special hand in their perversion?”

“You’ve given this a lot of thought darling.” Rarity admitted, her fingers tapped against her cheek. A sure sign she was considering it.

“Your fantasy was quite the food for thought,” Cadence admitted, stroking her breasts against his scaly cock. Knowing he was about to burst.

“I’m sure it was, what do you think Master? I believe she has a point but it is ultimately your choice Master.” Rarity told Spike.

“I think she’s right, we’ll do that Cadence thanks.”

“I live only to serve Master, but I’m afraid I have some bad news.” Her voice carrying a weight of saddens that completely changed the atmosphere of the room. “My vacation in Ponyville is coming to an end, and I’m afraid I’ll have **** but to return to the Crystal Empire. I’ll be sure to send you the videos I promised and to do my best to prepare the Crystal Empire for your arrival and dominance Master.”

There was no shortage of regret in her voice at the admission, but Spike’s hand stroked her mane comfortingly. “Don’t worry Cadence we understand, and besides you could do a great deal of good for the harem for the Crystal Empire.”

“Perhaps we may pay you a visit soon, perhaps sooner than you think." Rarity suggested, a mischievous glee in her face, before she leaned in to kiss Spike on the cheek.

"Nothing would make me happier Mistress." Cadence admitted as she returned to her duties with her Master's cock.

"Is there anything else?"

"There is one thing Mistress," she added quickly. This final thing was certainly not as important as the other tasks but it was sure to excite her Mistress."

"Oh?" Rarity asked, she could sense that she would enjoy whatever Cadence said next.

"Yes Mistress this fantasy of yours." Cadence explained, before smirking at her Mistress. "You get it from your mother."

A/N: So news on all the votes and stuff as follows:

1. Octavia seems to have won the next vote, so I'm eager to hear suggestions for what to do with her. I may include Vinyl as well depending on the ideas we get. Vote's still technically ongoing: https://strawpoll.com/polls/NoZr3qRjBy3/results

2. The setting vote is incredibly close, I was surprised since I assumed Canterlot would be a shoe in, but the Crystal Empire's taken the lead. That vote still has several days to go though before it's called: https://strawpoll.com/polls/05ZdW4j18g6/results

3. Still waiting word for Nauth on whether or not I have permission. In the meantime however suggestions on the specific details of the circumstances on which Spike & Rarity's daughter comes into the picture might be helpful. Perhaps she enters the scene as Spike and Rarity move to the next setting as a caretake but that's all I got. Thoughts on the personality of the OC would also be welcome. Commissions crowdfund here: https://ko-fi.com/darkstar239