The Worship of Spike (Vote Chapter)

A/N: Warning, some BDSM in this chapter

There had been many ways in which Spike’s power was seeping into Equestria. In Ponyville, it was already seeping deep but alas, it was not yet total, if only because it would be dangerous to do so so close to Canterlot. Even with Celestia and Luna under control, there were other aspects of Canterlot society he didn’t want getting too suspicious. Celestia had been plotting for over a thousand years after all, placing the pieces slowly over the centuries to ensure the whole of Equestria fell into place in a single stroke. As such, it wouldn’t be fair to make all that hard work pointless with a simple question.

But it was a different question with regards to the Crystal Empire. A simple question a while back had ensured no word of his growing power over the kingdom was making its way back to those not in Spike’s employ. And within the influence of the corrupted Crystal Heart, all the people of the Crystal Empire were influenced to see themselves as Spike’s slaves.

All in all, it was a small glimpse of the future of Equestria under Spike and his Diamond’s rule. And with Celestia making vague promises that it would soon be time to bring all of Equestria under his control, Spike himself thought it might be time to tour the Crystal Empire to get a taste of life as the emperor of his hoard. Rarity, of course, had been delighted to make the whole affair a date.

He found Rarity waiting for him in the halls of Canterlot Palace, she had fashioned herself an elegant new dress for the occasion. A dark black with plenty of cleavage, made of some of the most expensive materials money could buy, fetched directly from Princess Celestia’s own which had been imported from the Royal treasury. It was unnecessary, Rarity would have been able to snap a dress into existence with her new powers, but all the same, she lived for fashion, and for the thrill of having money to buy the comforts of life.

As soon as she saw Spike approaching, she beamed, in that moment Spike forgot that she was the perverted mistress of his harem and a sinister temptress. In that moment, she was sweet and lovely Rarity, whose beaming smile could light up an entire room.

“There’s my wonderful Master.” She said, pressing herself against Spike’s body, and squeezing his cheeks with a goofy grin on her face. “I hope you’re ready for a magical date of lust and love tonight.”

“With you Rarity, they’re all magical.” Spike said, and she was sent into a giggling fit over his cheesy line.

“Stop it now, you’re embarrassing me. What if somepony sees me like this? It’s unbecoming of the Diamond of the Hoard.” she said but she was beaming all the same.

“Well, this is when my diamond shines the brightest. When she’s happy and in love.” Spike said and she pressed her perfect lips against his cheek.

“Flatterer.” She said, but then her voice became sinfully sweet. “But, I think a diamond shines the best when she’s just a bit dirty, don’t you?”

“There’s some truth to that.” Spike said, as Rarity offered him a hand that he accepted. “I’m assuming you have a plan set out.”

“Of course, my Master. This Diamond would hardly be worthy of her title were she not prepared.” She snapped her fingers and a portal appeared before them, whilst a wave of magic fell over them. “For some privacy, darling. With this charm, we’ll be seen as normal ponies to the ordinary folk. Wouldn’t do to be swarmed by our adoring fans in our private time.”

“You always think of everything.” Spike said, makingRarity beam.

“It’s just something that comes with being the best at everything.” She said, summoning a magical portal before them and dramatically flipping her hair over her shoulder, with an unnecessary but glamorous flare. “Shall we?”

Grinning, Spike took her hand and they walked through the portal to the Crystal Empire. The gleaming streets of the frozen kingdom had started to change to reflect his ownership of it. Statues of himself were no longer simply contained to the city centre but were instead as frequent as every street corner, often accompanied by statues of his harem serving him submissively. The city had become cleaner, as everypony here took to keeping the streets clean as part of their mission to their Master and strip clubs, brothels and porn cinemas were no longer kept to side streets but openly advertised on billboards and signs. New temples of his worship could be seen as well, towering over the other buildings, as the formerly modest churches were replaced with gleaming spires devoted to himself.

And it wasn’t just the streets or the buildings that had changed. The entire atmosphere of the city had been altered as well. Now, ponies didn’t huddle up for warmth but instead, mares proudly walked down the streets with navel-deep cleavages and exposed ass cheeks, their outfits designed not for warmth or comfort, but sex appeal and seduction should their Master ever see them. The mares walked with their heads held high, whilst the stallions trailed behind them, as if worried that they might inadvertently touch the mares who belonged only to Spike.

“Wonderful, isn’t it?” Rarity said, beaming as her sapphire eyes dashed to take in all the streets.

“It’s certainly something.” Spike said with a smile as they walked. “You noticed that the stallions seem to be slumping their shoulders a little?”

“I think they simply acknowledge their place, just as all mares exist to serve you, the stallions exist to help us mares serve you. Think of them as an entourage.” Rarity explained, beaming as she walked with a confident strut.

“You’ve really thought this through.” Spike said, causing Rarity to beam brighter.

“All the best for the best Master a diamond could ask for.” She assured him, buzzing with pride. “Now, I believe we were on a date.”

The two of them wandered through the streets of the Crystal Empire looking for activities to do on their date. Rarity’s magic kept them from being recognised, and after the excitement of the Diamond Games, he was admittedly grateful. They were having a difficult time deciding where to go on their date. They considered going to the mall, the strip clubs, the porn studios, the restaurants,but each time, Rarity and Spike changed their minds. But it wasn’t boring, Rarity’s company as his greatest **** in his hoard was all the excitement he needed.

“Well honestly, darling, I don’t quite see the point of going to the malls these days. I mean, I’m not so cruel as to laugh at the inferior standards that other fashionistas work on.” Rarity said as they strolled past the mall. “Don’t get me wrong, I can appreciate the hard work and soul they pour into their designs, but I’m afraid I’m spoiled for choice with my designs and Sapphire’s. Ah, the curse of being a prodigy.”

“I can’t say I quite understand, after all, I really do enjoy fucking all sorts of mares, even if they can’t compare to you.” Spike said with a smirk.

Rarity shrugged. “I suppose we all have our own preferences don’t we, my darling Master?”

As they walked, they passed by one of the obsidian temples that had been dedicated in Spike’s honour, and Rarity’s eyes were intrigued. “Although, as much as my dark counterpart may vex me, I must admit she has inherited some of my architectural genius.”

“It sounds like you want to see more.” Spike said, turning to the temple. Even without Rarity’s artistic vision, Spike could tell the temple was a masterpiece of design. The obsidian walls were encrusted with emeralds, sapphires and diamonds. Large powerful pillars had beautiful erotic images etched into them of Spike’s majesty and his slaves’ beauty. As they walked inside, past the golden double doors, they were treated to a breath-taking sight.

The floors were like the pillars, depicting gorgeous artwork, though this time made out of mosaics rather than the etchings on the pillars. Meanwhile, the walls were filled with stained glass windows that let in a beautiful, coloured light. Despite the dark colours of the walls, the room was not dark or moody, but bright and kept vibrant by the enchanted moonlight coming through the windows.

The room was circular in nature, at the centre stood a statue of Spike, broad shouldered and standing high. To the left of the statue Spike was Rarity, graceful, beautiful, almost divine in nature. Around them kneeling were statues of some of Spike’s most prominent slaves, like Princess Celestia, Princess Luna, Princess Cadance as well as the rest of the Element Bearers and Gleaming Shield. Around the statues was a raised platform and around that were circles of chairs. Already standing on the platform was Nightmare Rarity, preaching to the worshippers.

“It is our solemn duty, our sacred vow, to make ourselves as fuckable and as sexy for our Master and his diamond at all possible times. We must not forget, however, that making ourselves as sexy for our Master and his diamond is never as simple as simply baring our tits and ass. For if it was so, then we would simply need to shed our clothes completely and walk through the days in our birthday suits.”

She was every bit as pious as one would expect from a fanatical worshipper, and yet her voice was almost heavenly, as if angels themselves had been brought before her to tell her how to reach her followers. She was doing a remarkable job, something in the way she held herself, the way her eyes shimmered with such devotion, how her voice carried with it such joy and devotion, meant that all here would be hanging off her every word, even without the Crystal Heart shaping them in the halls.

“One must remember to study the fetishes of our Master and Mistress. They appreciate glamour as well as perversion. Sex appeal mixed with regal grace. Our Master does not content himself with meagre bimbos nor brainless sluts. Our Master has desires that rise far beyond simple carnal pursuits.” Nightmare Rarity preached, placing two hands over her chest, as if cradling the majesty of her Master and Mistress within them.

“She sure knows how to speak.” Rarity said, with some **** admiration, even as she found herself not quite having forgotten how her evil counterpart had once tried to take her place. “Of course, what would you expect when she’s inherited my skills?”

“Ssshh. I’m enjoying this.” Spike said, placing a finger to his lips. Rarity playfully pouted, but it was clear she enjoyed listening too. She simply took the excuse to continue listening to Nightmare Rarity’s sermon.

“Remember the sacred texts, the words I have written from studying our Master and Mistress from within. Remember that our superiors like it when their slaves are powerful. Whether powerful with seduction, with a genius intellect, with unmatched skill or through some other means. This is not because they like to be conquered by their slaves, but rather because our majesties adore the thrill of having the powerful at their beck and call. For what else can reflect their greatness then having the great and powerful fawn over them?” Nightmare Rarity gasped, hands held up to the heavens, the cleavage of her nun outfit on full display.

“Stole that one from Trixie did she?” Rarity teased, smiling as she examined her fingers. “Well, I suppose she isn’t using it anymore.”

“How to achieve our majesties’ desires then? Well, one must strike to achieve the balance between grace and perversion, between fashion and lewdness. The goal is to be the femme fatale who will spread her legs for our majesties. This allure is the first step, appearances matter, my darlings. Do not be afraid to be vain, so long as you recognise your true place, for we are all but decorations in the hoard of our Master.” Nightmare Rarity concludes her speech with a curtsy and the church goers applaud her. She acts modesty, simply smiling as the church goers leave the building until it is only Spike, Rarity and herself remaining in the room.

“Can I help you, my dear followers? I was just about to proceed with my nightly prayers and masturbation, but I believe that I can spare a few moments, as long as it’s in the service of the superior slaves of our Master.” Thanks to the spell that Rarity had cast, Nightmare Rarity naturally had no idea that it was Rarity and Spike themselves and saw them as simple visitors to her temple.

“Yes, I wanted to hear more about your service to the religion of our Master.” Rarity explained, with a smile. “Do tell me all about the hard work you put in for the sake of your betters.”

“Oh, I would love to. Like any true **** of our Master’s hoard, I take great pride in my service to my Master and Mistress and would be happy to tell you all about it.” Nightmare Rarity gasped, clapping her hands together with delight, her hips making a little wiggle like an excited puppy shaking her tail.

“Truth be told, it is perhaps not my place to brag since I am beneath our Master’s other slaves. You see, I was born as the dark mirror of our Mistress herself, and just as she will always be the greatest prize in our Master’s horde, I will always be at the bottom.” She said, a flicker of disappointment in her eyes, but one overshadowed by the flames of passion. “But, of course, I do not let that affect me. It was my own fault, of course, like many fools, I tried to resist the rise of my Master’s hoard and I’m afraid to say that I came closer than many others. I even went so far to resist the Mistress herself, the diamond in the hoard. But, of course, it was doomed to fail, since I was simply unable to match our Mistress’ majesty and thankfully, I was caught and defeated.”

It was not lost on either Rarity nor Spike how Nightmare Rarity’s beautiful dark eyes had drifted to the floor as she spoke. Rarity allowed herself to feel at least some trace of pity for her dark counterpart in seeing how she had come to regret her crimes.

“But, as you might know, our Master is merciful and granted me the option to atone. To serve him, where other lesser stallions would have wanted nothing more to do with me, he granted me the right to be his sex ****, and I have been grateful for the opportunity everyday. Our Mistress, you see, wanted to play with my old arrogance, rewriting my mind so that I would instead worship them as gods and seek to spread that gospel to others.” She sighed blissfully, wiping a tear that shined like diamonds from her eye as she recalled this cherished memory.

“Of course, I was determined to take the opportunity I had been granted, to make the most of this chance. As soon as I was able, I got to work. I have weekly weekends with Princess Cadance and the rest of the Royal family. The new Queen, Queen Rose, has understood the importance of this mission completely and has provided me with generous funds to build my temples.” She explained, gesturing to the opulent temples around her.

“I made it clear that the temples would have to be as opulent and as beautiful as our Mistress herself. These would serve as a monument to our devotion to both our Master and Mistress, and should reflect their majesty. It was expensive, and whilst I do have the powers of the Spirit Of Chaos, I share our Mistress’s wisdom that art conjured from simple magic does not adequately reflect our devotion to our Mistress.” She explained, tracing a finger around one the perverted statue of Rose. It was a statue designed to show Rose’s dominance over her own family as she sat in a dominatrix outfit with chains attached to collars around Cadance and Gleaming Shield’s necks.

“Oh, I must agree. The more a pony gives to their Master and Mistress the more they show their devotion. To summon a temple such as this from thin air reflects an unwillingness to truly commit to their Mistress.” Rarity said, throwing her gorgeous mane back over her shoulder. “I believe the diamond in our Master’s hoard believes this because she is the Element of Generosity. She therefore has quite high expectations for the generosity of her Master’s harem.”

“Well, naturally, it meant an increase of taxes on the kingdom by our Queen Rose. For one thing, it allows for all the kingdom to contribute to the constructions of these temples. And I, for one, think our Mistress would be pleased.” Nightmare Rarity explained, brimming with pride as she examined the temple. “The statues are made of the finest jewels, imported from the dragons and the curtains from the finest fabrics the griffins have to offer. All to please our Master and our Mistress.”

“I suspect your Mistress will be quite impressed. This temple is a place fit to reflect the beauty of a diamond.” Rarity said, brimming with joy. “But there is more to servicing the Diamond and our Master than with simple architecture. So go on, tell me how you have helped form this religion.”

“It hasn’t always been easy, but I’m a pony that thrives under pressure and with skills and grace inherited from the Diamond herself. I may be a poor imitation of her perfection, but I have adopted many of her skills.” Nightmare Rarity said, beaming with pride. “To begin with, I had long discussions with Princess Cadance, and Gleaming Shield. Did you know that Princess Cadance used to babysit our Master himself? Almost as impressive as Gleaming Shield being his older sister.”

“I had heard of that, yes.” Spike said, not bothering to keep the amusement off of his face.

“Well of course, I quickly realised that they made the best sources on the desires of our Master, and with me as a reflection of our great Diamond’s nature, we were able to work together to discuss the scripture and doctrine of our beloved Master’s new religion.” Nightmare Rarity explained, as she brought out several books. They seemed to be new religious texts, unlike many religious texts however they did not shy away from sexual pictures. If anything it seemed that half the pages were a porno picture book, each depicting different images of Spike fucking his slaves, or his slaves posing seductively or having lesbian sex.

“We had a lot of ground to cover, of course.” Nightmare Rarity said briskly, her head held high. “The proper fetishes our Master likes to indulge in, the proper way that his slaves should act and serve, the purpose of lesser stallions and how lesbian sex should all fit into the picture. It was all very enlightening, and so we would all meet at least once a week in order to learn more about our religion. Thus ,we write the doctrine and to set our laws, it has not been easy work, of course, but then, what is worth doing rarely ever is. The Princess, of course, was very helpful.”

“How fascinating.” Rarity said, and Spike could tell that she was sincere. “It must be hard work. I’m certain your diamond appreciates it.”

“That is all we can ever hope for.” Nightmare Rarity said with a bow. “Of course, worship of our Master and Mistress is much more than simply understanding their teachings. There is also the action we must undertake as well. May I show you something?”

“Go ahead.” Spike said, his curiosity piqued. Out of the corner of his eye, he could spot Rarity also being curious. Even if she might not want to admit it to her dark counterpart, Spike could tell that she appreciated Nightmare Rarity’s hard work.

They were led from the assembly into the basement of the cathedral. If one thought that Nightmare Rarity would cut corners in rooms that weren’t to be visited by the public however, then they’d be wrong. The walls, floors and ceilings were just as immaculately decorated as the main room, with large paintings of Spike and his various conquests across the halls.

They followed Nightmare Rarity into the basement, which would be better described as a BDSM dungeon. Across the walls were lined whips and paddles of all different types, each encrusted with a shiny dark diamond around the handle. The floor was a blood red carpet, and the room was lit up by an enchanted stained glass window of Spike and Rarity which bathed the room in an enchanted silver light.

But that wasn’t the thing that drew their attention. No, their attention was drawn to the stocks of mares lined up across the room, bound and left stuck there naked, tits on full display, and pussies leaking sweet honey.

Smiling proudly, Nightmare Rarity snapped her fingers and replaced her nun outfit with that of a perverted dominatrix. Her platform high heels were replaced with a sharp, spiked and menacing design. Those heels became latex boots that almost rose to her knees, whilst her hands were clothed in latex gloves. Across the rest of her body was a fishnet mesh outfit only pretending to conceal her gorgeous tits and bare pussy.

“This is the Dungeon of Repent. As you may know, there are always ponies out there who do not conform to our Master and Mistress’s teachings.” Nightmare Rarity said, scowling as she walked up and down the aisles and examining the different ponies held there. Spike noticed that the prisoners were not acting like a usual prisoner, for they looked upon their captor with looks of absolute adoration and devotion. Welcoming the opportunity, it seemed, to repent and atone for their 'sins.'

"This one, for example-" Nightmare Rarity cupped the cheeks of one particularly busty Crystal Pony. "Fucked another stallion. Permissible under certain circumstances, but alas, when she was receiving sex from her husband, she did not do her duty and forgot to imagine the face of our Master in his place." Nightmare Rarity had a horsewhip zip into her hand from the **** and struck it across the mare's ass. "She forgot where her loyalty truly belonged. To whom her body should be devoted to, if not physically, then at least in her mind. She dared to think of another stallion as worthy of her cunt. Disgraceful."

"Forgive me, mother." The busty mare gasped, looking at Nightmare Rarity as if she was some vengeful angel, here to offer her redemption. "I have sinned before our Master and Mistress. I allowed my thoughts to be wasted on my mere husband, instead of upon the majesty of our Master and his Diamond. I wish to atone for my sin."

"Do not worry, sweet Silver Keys, you will in good time." Nightmare Rarity said, caressing Silver Keys' body in an almost motherly way. Nightmare Rarity's harsh sneer then shifted to another mare, this one with a blue mane and a modest pair of tits. "This one has sinned in a different way. Perhaps, my dear, you might share your sin with our guests?"

"I was born with a mediocre body, plain and flat chested. I had nothing to arouse our Master with, and no means to serve him sexually." The mare confessed, her shame fixing her glare to the floor.

"Disgraceful. And after all the work Princess Cadance, Rose, Gleaming Shield and myself did to make sure breast enlarging magic was plentiful, free and available for all ponies, you proceed to spit upon all those lovely opportunities and content yourself with such an unattractive figure." Nightmare Rarity scowled, pressing a finger deep into the back of her spine, as if she was piercing the mare's spine with a nail. "Was it laziness? Or some sort of delusion that your figure was acceptable? Ignorance of course is no excuse."

"Laziness, my mother. I have sinned through sloth. I did not bother to receive the magical enhancements because I convinced myself that I was busy and it wasn't important. It's a lie I told myself because I did not want to bother. But now I wish to atone, to get the busty, sexy body that my Master and Mistress deserve. Please help me, and punish me for my sins." The mare begged, drawing a frown from Spike.She did not seem quite as plain as her story would imply.

"She doesn't seem that flat." Spike pointed out, but Nightmare Rarity simply smiled proudly and shook her head.

"Not anymore." She said with an evil grin. Her finger lit up with a dark purple light that flowed into the restrained mare's back. "I've been helping her, fixing her. She could have done this the easy way, but now she must do so the hard way." Nightmare Rarity grinned cruelly as she watched the dark magic writhe in her captive's body. "Slowly and over time. Since she couldn't take the time out of her day to make a simple one hour trip to gain the breasts and body our Master and Mistress deserve, then she will do so slowly. Over a year, and she will not leave until I permit it. A suitably poetic punishment."

"It's no less than I deserve." The mare cried out with a desperation to her voice. Her tits were growing, but ever so slowly, not like the other examples of magically induced tit growth that Spike had grown all too familiar with.

"You can be quite the sadist, Nightmare Rarity." Spike said, but his dick was hard and his smile wide.

"Sadist?" Nightmare Rarity asked, cocking her head almost innocently. "I wouldn't go that far, my dear. After all, I will release these poor mares soon, once they have properly atoned and rehabilitated themselves." She said, booping one on the nose. "And I assure you every single one of them is grateful to be here, and eager to learn my lessons. Aren’t you my dear.”

“Yes, Mother Nightmare Rarity. Please teach this wayward soul the error of her ways and lead me into the enlightened guidance of my Master and Mistress, teach me how best to serve them!” The bound pony pleaded to Nightmare Rarity, not a hint of fear nor anxiety in her voice but rather raw excitement to be instructed.

Spike shuffled close to Rarity’s embrace, pressing his body against hers and whispering in her ears. “Pretty hardcore, but nopony seems to be hurt.”

“Oh, darling, you worry too much.” Rarity said, grinning as she looked into her dark counterpart’s eyes. “She’s just disciplining her, much as a good Mistress would. A good shepherd leading her flock into our arms.”

“Sounds like you admire her.” Spike whispered into Rarity’s ear.

“Was I that obvious? Why perhaps there is something alluring with the firmness in which she disciplines her worshippers.” Rarity whispered, but the husky breath of her voice betrayed her true arousal.

“Sounds like you’re getting in the mood for some action.” Spike said, giving Rarity a smirk who returned it with a devilish grin of her own.

“She does seem to work very hard. And I cannot help but think our dear Sapphire could do with a sister.” Rarity whispered, twirling a gorgeous lock of purple hair around her finger impishly.

“You don’t mean?” Spike’s eyebrows rose at the devilish glint in Rarity’s eyes.

“Well, I will admit she is a pretty pony, if only because she’s a reflection of me. So, perhaps it’s time to give this new religion its messiah, its daughter of god.” Rarity said, taking Spike by the hand and marching forwards. There was no need to ask for confirmation from Spike, she already knew his answer.

Nightmare Rarity had been distracted disciplining one of her other sinners as Rarityhad been whispering her plans to Spike. Spike snuck behind Nightmare Rarity as Rarity dropped the disguises she had placed on them.

“BEG! Beg the heavens for the privilege to worship your Master. Pray for the honour of being his fuckslave!” Nightmare Rarity commanded, her magical whip striking against her newest victim.

“I’m hoping you’ve made sure to perform your own prayers every night.” Spike said, shocking Nightmare Rarity by pressing himself against her back and taking one of her dark tits in each hand.

“M-Master? My lord? Whatever are you doing here?” Nightmare Rarity asked, voice uncharacteristically shaky as she lost any and all of her malice in an instant.

“Oh, we were here on a simple date, my dark darling.” Rarity said, dropping her own spell and walking to meet her dark counterpart. Every prisoner in the room gawking at Rarity’s beauty as if she was a goddess. “And I must say your sermon was absolutely delightful. The zealotry you put on display was an absolute treat to watch.”

“Oh, well…” Nightmare Rarity was blushing now, the praise turning the dark zealot into a blushing girl in an instant, her cheeks turning a light blue in an instant. “Your words do me great honour, my Diamond.”

“Oh I know.” Rarity said, a haughty smile on her face as she placed a hand over her chin. “Let us retire to your room.”

Rarity snapped her fingers and they quickly found themselves in Nightmare Rarity’s chambers. Compared to the rest of the palace, it was relatively spartan. No unique artwork, no masterful mosaics, not expensive fabrics of any kind. The very room was anathema to Rarity, devoid of creativity, fashion or art.

“This, seems rather bare.” Spike observed, looking around at the distinctly anti-Rarity type room. "You went all out with the other rooms, why skimp out on this one?"

"Master, I had thought it was most appropriate. You had mentioned that for my crimes in attempting to impersonate our beloved diamond, that I ought to be at the bottom of the harem’s hierarchy. Therefore my own personal chambers should reflect that.” She explained, swallowing her shame. Even after everything, it seemed she was still ashamed of what she had done when she was free.

“Oh, pish posh…” Rarity exclaimed, dismissively waving her hand. “Your status at the lower end of the harem doesn’t preclude you from a life of allure and beauty. Besides, the status of your room is a reflection of your status, and does our Master not deserve slaves of the highest status?” Rarity shook her magnificent head and sighed. “Besides, the worth you place upon yourself reflects the worth you have for our master. Our master desires slaves of value, not worthless trinkets. Allow me to help.”

Rarity snapped her fingers and the room changed, the spartan furniture being replaced with gems and finery that sparkled like moonlight. The bare white sheets of the bed were replaced with fabrics as dark as the ocean on a moonless night. A large chandelier that was modelled after Nightmare Rarity’s Cutie Mark hung from the ceiling and a large diamond encrusted throne was formed facing the bed. One that, at the top, had Rarity’s Cutie Mark encrusted into it.

“This chair is mine.” She said, taking a seat and spreading her legs and making her clothes disappear. “You are never to sit upon it, for it is a throne fit only for a diamond. And it is here so that I always have the perfect position from which to watch.”

“Watch what?” Nightmare Rarity asked, gazing at Rarity with barely disguised hope.

“Oh, I think we both know the answer to that question.” He kissed Nightmare Rarity, his tongue wrestling with hers in a savage passion. She yielded control to him almost instantly, allowing him to control the kiss and with it, her. He clawed at her nun-like attire, and was delighted to find such a slutty harem outfit underneath. “You were-“ He stopped to avoid triggering the Root. “-why were you wearing a harem outfit under your nun outfit?”

“In case you ever needed me, Master. A proper **** of yours should always be prepared to serve you in proper attire and to wear a proper harem outfit is to remind myself that I truly belong to you.”

“Good ****. You’ve been very good tonight.” Spike said, shoving her onto her bed, now with dark silk fabrics of black and purple. “You’re due for a reward.”

“Please, Master, your unworthy **** is undeserving of a reward. The only reward I deserve is the privilege of knowing you have been satisfied.” She smiled. “And truthfully, what more reward does a **** need?”

“How about I show you?” Spike said, lifting one of Nightmare Rarity’s gorgeous legs in his arms. Nightmare Rarity merely nodded, her throat drying up as she struggled to find the words to describe the upcoming ecstasy.

Spike plunged into her, pushing deep into her in an instant. It felt good to fuck Nightmare Rarity. After all, whilst she might be at the bottom of the harem hierarchy, she had still inherited almost all of Rarity’s skills. Her pussy clamped around Spike’s cock like a velvet glove as he thrust into her.

“Oh, Master, please use your loyal servant for your pleasure! Use my body for whatever you need of it, let me be your cock sleeve!” She begged Spike as she hugged her glittering pillow for dear life.

"Look at how she needs it, Master. Look how every cell in her body craves your glorious cock." Rarity gasped, pushing her fingers deeper and deeper into her gushing pussy with a particular fury as her eyes were locked on the display before her. "Tell her, tell her what you're going to do with her."

Spike smirked as he looked down at Nightmare Rarity. She was looking up at Spike with big worshipful eyes, hanging on every syllable that came out of his mouth. She had no idea what Rarity could be talking about, but Spike knew she was **** to find out what she meant. "Please, Master, what does our glorious diamond speak of? Is there some way you wish to further use me for your pleasure? Please share it with me so that my body can be of greater service to you."

"Yeah, well, me and Rarity were thinking about this religion of yours, how much work and effort you put into it." His voice was teasingly casual, even as he rammed his cock into her. It was a thrill to play this off as simply another day of the week for him, even as his slaves treasured his every encounter as if it was a life-changing experience. "And we were impressed."

"You were?" Nightmare Rarity gasped faintly. It seemed that at this moment Nightmare Rarity could barely register Spike's dragon cock thrusting into her at that moment, it was not nearly as important to her as the simple praise that Spike had given her.

"Yes, laying the foundations of this worship. But we thought your movement could use something to give it a little spice, or rather someone. After all, if you are so intent on creating a religion, surely you would need a messiah to go with it?"

Nightmare Rarity’s eyes shined like they were reflecting the very heavens themselves. Her mouth went dry as she found all ability to think or speak leaving her. The possibility, the tantalising opportunity that Spike had just offered her, it was too much for words to say. Spike was still thrusting into her with savage glee, but she no longer realised. There were few things more enjoyable than being rammed by Spike’s cock, the tantalising possibility laid before her was one of them.

“You wish…” She swallowed, her face etched with hope and sweat. Yet every word that came out of her mouth was quiet and hushed, as if she was afraid that speaking her words out loud would cause the opportunity to vanish. “To breed me?”

Spike’s ploughing cock was now the only sound in the room now, yet Nightmare Rarity could not hear it. All that mattered to her, the only sound that could possibly register in her head was the next words that would leave Spike’s mouth. “Yes.”

“I am not worthy.” She gasped almost immediately. Had she been free to do so and without Spike’s cock spearing her from behind, she likely would have thrown herself to her hands and knees in penance.

Spike could play nice, or he could play mean in the next moment. He decided to play in between. "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if you're worthy or not. All that matters is that I want to knock you up. That I want to see your belly grow as my daughter grows inside you and that I want to see how sexy of a daughter you can provide me. That's all that matters, understood?"

Nightmare Rarity nodded, her voice gone again. The wonder in her eyes seemed too much even as she **** her perfect legs to separate slightly more as she opened herself up more to Spike’s cock. Spike didn’t waste a second taking her up on that invitation.

“Go on, Master, go on and give yourself another beautiful daughter to add to your collection. We need it, the more, the better.”

“Couldn’t agree more.” Spike grunted, returning his attention back to the happy task of fucking Nightmare Rarity senseless. His thrusts growing deeper and more forceful by the second. Consequently, Nightmare Rarity’s moans and squeals grew louder as well, responding to the sheer pleasure that was flowing through her body at the courtesy of Spike’s cock.

“Please, my Lord, my Master, I need this, I need this cock and this breeding. I need to feel your dick claiming me, consuming me, and filling me with your cum. I want your daughter to grow inside me, and I want to raise her so that she might know the full breadth of your magnificence Master. Please breed me, I BEG OF YOU!” She wailed as her desperation quickly got the better of her. Spike smiled, he always liked it when his slaves got ****.

“Then here. You. Go!” He growled, punctuating each word with a particularly hard thrust of his hips until his thick cum started to spill in his womb.

Nightmare Rarity wailed with delight, her fingers clutching the glittering pillow tightly enough to cause it to tear. Clearly, Spike wasn’t the one to cum, and if the sound out of the corner of ear was any indication, Nightmare Rarity wasn’t the only one either.

“Oh fuck, yes my darling Spikey-Wikey! My beast of a Master! Knock her up! Fill her with your cum and grow another daughter inside her!” Rarity cried, her eyes wide in lustful obsession. Her pleas were granted and soon Nightmare Rarity’s womb was filled with a second load of cum.

Nightmare Rarity’s timid hand traced across her stomach, caressing it as if she was carrying a god in her belly. Which, from her point of view, she was.

“Mmm… I’m sure she’ll be perfect, my Master. The perfect messiah for your religion.” She said tenderly, her fingers moving slower as she lost herself in the fantasy of what her new daughter could bring her. “I promise to raise her right.”

“Just make sure you visit Flurry Heart soon, darling. We don’t want to wait too long after all.” Rarity beamed, nuzzling herself up to Spike’s shoulder and snapping her fingers to create a gorgeous dress for herself.

“No…no…I think not. But thank you, thank you, my Master and my Mistress for using me for your pleasure and for breeding me. I will cherish this moment just as I will cherish the gorgeous daughter you’ve given me.” Nightmare Rarity said, writhing in blissful pleasure as Spike and Rarity left her to enjoy herself.

“I had a wonderful date, darling.” Rarity said, nuzzling Spike’s neck as they stepped into the streets of the Crystal Empire. By now the sun had set and the stars had come out and with them, the night life of the Crystal Empire had begun. It was a cloudless starry night as well, with Luna’s moon in full display over the Empire.

“I’ve always found full moons romantic, Master. Do you think once you rule Equestria you could arrange for Luna to make it a full moon every night?” Rarity asked, smiling up at the night sky.

“Perhaps, or I could just ask a question?" Spike pointed out.

"That would be boring." Rarity said with a glint in her smile. "Oh, now you're getting me impatient. I hope Celestia's plan comes together soon."

"I'm sure it will. She's a master at this after all. Soon, all will belong to our harem."

A/N: So far Bon-Bon and Lyra (Who I just realised I forgot to include as part of the option with Bon-Bon) are in the lead. I'm not surprised, and I have a fairly solid idea for them for the most part. The poll will be open for two days after this chapter posts.

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And special thanks to ShadowLDrago for proofreading this chapter.