Rarity's Dream

Rarity ushered Twilight into her boutique. “Twi, you really must try out this new dress.” She placed her friend right in front of a stand with a gleaming (literally gleaming from all the light and gems that adorned it) dress.

“I… uh, it looks great, Rarity,” Twilight said, her eyes momentarily blinded by the splendor before her. “But I already have a dress you made for me. I was planning on wearing that one, you know, the gold dress you said complimented my skin tone so well?”

“Pshaw. The first rule of fashion is that you can’t wear the same thing twice.” This was common knowledge, but for the more benighted souls out there, Rarity was always happy to elucidate even the most fundamental laws of reality (fashion). And of course she had a duty as Twilight’s dearest friend to not let her commit such an egregious faux-pas at a ball as prestigious as the one she was about to attend. The fact that this would be a great opportunity to show off her own talents to the assorted nobility that were likewise attending was nothing more than sheer coincidence and to say otherwise was purest slander.

“Is that so?” Her friend sounded a bit skeptical. But before Rarity could interrupt with a dazzling riposte of her own, Twilight let out a yawn.

Rarity peered at her friend. “Oh dear, are you not getting enough sleep, Twi?”

Twilight yawned again, this time even more prolonged. “That’s the thing; I am. I’m actually sleeping even more than usual according to my logs. But for some infernal reason I’m just feeling tired lately.”

“Perhaps too much experimenting with your magic then? You really do work too hard. A little play never hurt a mare.”

“That’s rich coming from you, but no, nothing non-standard in that respect either. I really can’t figure it out.”

“Well,” Rarity began, “if you can’t figure it out, then it must be particularly tough. Perhaps there is someone else that could help? Some kind of doctor mare that specializes in sleep?”

“It’s not that bad yet,” Twilight said, punctuating her statement with a deep yawn that betrayed her lie for the falsehood that it was. “Besides, I have way too much to do.”

Rarity looked at her dress and then at her friend. One of these was much more important than the other. “Uh huh. Okay, if you’re going to be obstinate about this, then I’m just going to have to drag you in front of Doctor Pinkheart.”

Twilight pouted. She looked like she was going to say something more but instead she just yawned again and ever so slowly descended to the ground. “I’ll go tomorrow.”

With that her friend slumped fully into a ball with her head nestled into her shoulder. Her eyes close and she was snoozing with the best of them. Her friend had always been a snorer and this time was no exception, Twilight’s quiet, almost dainty-like exhalations filling the otherwise quiet store.

“Well, that doesn’t seem quite normal.” Rarity leaned in and poked her friend in the cheek. “Twi, wake up.” Her poke didn’t work. Twilight still slumbered on. She tried a couple of more times to similar results.

She was beginning to get truly worried. She became fully worried when her friend’s horn started glowing and she breathed out a sort of midnight blue colored fog. The vapor settled onto the floor at first in small clouds but quickly began to fill the room with its enshrouding presence.

“Twilight!” she called out. She couldn’t even see her friend anymore through the fog. “What’s happening to you?” She knew it was futile, but still a part of her longed for her ever-reliable friend to answer.

Instead the fog just grew and grew until she couldn't see past her own face. It was just a shimmering blue haze, almost like all the lights had been drowned out by a pitch black night.

“Twilight?” she asked plaintively.

There was no answer.

Or at least, there was no answer from Twilight.

But the fog answered.

“Love.”

It was a husky voice. Deep and thrumming with power and intent. Rarity tried to find the source of it, but it seemed like it was coming from everywhere and nowhere at all once.

“Hello?” she asked it.

“Beauty,” it responded to itself and no one else. “Grandeur. Brilliance.”

Rarity mustered her courage. “If you’re responsible for this, then I’m going to have to ask you to leave Twilight and I alone.”

The fog parted, but in its place was not her Twilight. No, instead she saw herself mirrored in a golden hall. Like it was both far away and near enough to reach out and touch, the vision before her appeared alike a dream made manifest in reality.

“Can you hear me?” she asked again, hoping to get a response.

Instead her duplicate began to dance. A ballroom dance of slow and measured steps across the floor. The vision pulled back and revealed an audience watching her move, enraptured by her controlled spins and ooh’ing and aww’ing appropriately.

She was the star of the ball. No one could look away from her. If she looked in their eyes, she’d see herself reflected a thousand times over. Every mare and colt watching her, admiring her, loving her.

“Desire. Envy. Lust.”

Rarity was like one of her dresses. She was made to be shown off. To be desired. To catch their eyes and draw their hands, grasping to even touch her hem. To touch her. To hold her. To envelop themselves in her embrace.

A mare broke off from the audience, joining her on the dance floor. She was imposing in her size, easily twice as large as a normal pony. And her coat was the darkest of blacks, so dark it seemed like light dared not even touch it lest it be wholly consumed. The mare wore a midnight blue dress that shifted and swayed, ephemeral, almost like it was made of something unearthly.

The mare, without even asking, placed her arms around Rarity and hugged her tight. Rarity gasped as the sudden embrace. How forward? How daring. She leaned in and accepted the new presence. The mare felt cold, like she lacked any body-heat at all. But not uncomfortable. It was sort of like being embraced by the moon itself, bathed in its soft and gentle light.

“Love. All. Give. Self.”

The mare was telling her the truth. She knew it as she knew her own name. It was self-evident. Rarity was the bearer of the element of generosity. She gave herself to her work. To her friends. To the whole world. She was something to be given. She needed to be taken, to be owned by someone, by someone commanding, someone willing to treat her like the precious gem she was.

“Yes,” she murmured into the mare’s mane. She continued her dance, submitting to the mare’s lead as they pranced across the floor. “I’m yours.”

“Mine,” the voice agreed. “Beauty. More.”

As the voice spoke, the vision of herself changed. Like a mirage it wavered for a second before settling again, but in the place of her old self stood something new and magnificent. “Oooh,” she half-gasped, half-moaned as she felt the changes. Her breasts were so large now, so heavy and commanding. They were easily three, no, four times the size they had been. The amount of cleavage on display in her new barely-three silk dress was jaw-dropping. No one could avoid looking down at her chest. She was afraid she’d never be able to look anyone in the eyes again.

And her waist, it was so wide and womanly. She had always resented her body for being so thin when the prevailing fashion was having a thicc body as they say. But now her thighs went on for days. She could easily imagine wrapping her legs around someone, locking them in with her.

And her hair, how long and luxurious it was. Almost as beautiful as the starlit mane of the mare next to her. It was a deep solid purple that wrapped around her and fell down her back in long silk-like strands. Feathery to the touch and oh so soft while still shining under the ceiling lights, framing her body for all to see.

And see they did. And whistle and holler and cheer. How could they not shout their adoration for her? She was theirs and they were hers, body new or old. It was just better now though, more of it for them to look at, to enjoy.

With a nod from her midnight owner, she separated to stand by her side. And then stripped the dress off., baring her naked body for all to see.

The audience went wild. their cries filling the room with an endless noise. They rushed down to join her on the dance floor, their greedy hands roaming all over her, feeling her up, tongues licking every inch of her, fingers pressing inside her holes.

The mare, the fog, the dream, they spoke, “Satisfaction.”

It was true. This was her dream. Her goal. Her desire. She wanted this. She needed this. She had to have it. She’d do anything to have it. It was more important than anything else. Briefly an image of her friends flashed before her eyes, of Twilight and Fluttershy and Dash and Applejack and Pinkie, all of them together laughing. An image of Spike offering her one of his gems. Of Sweetie Bell looking up at her. Of her boutique.

The images faded, leaving her with the dance floor once again. And then like the mirror it was, it all shattered. Cracks split the image apart, glass breaking in a deafening explosion.

“No!” she shouted, reaching out desperately for that version of herself. But there was only the empty fog remaining, and the moon above, grinning lovingly at her with its slick purple teeth. A violet liquid pored out from its mouth, dropping like a miniature waterfall.

Rarity scrambled forwards, tilting her head up and opening her mouth. The liquid oozed lazily down her throat like molasses, tasting just as sickly sweet. She gulped it down greedily.

Then, when she thought she couldn’t drink anymore, when her thirst was slaked, the trail ceased. The moon winked at her with the same eyes of the mare from before. The fog wavered again.

She shook her head, trying to clear her mind.

Twilight dozed peacefully besides her. She had been trying to wake her up, hadn’t she? Rarity reached out, gently shaking the sleeping mare.

“Twi... Twi, wake up.”

One purple eye opened, gazing up at her.

“Uaahh. Rarity, what are you doing in my bedroom?” Twilight asked. A moment later she opened her other eye and realized her mistake. “Or rather, what was I doing sleeping in your boutique?”

“You had come here to… to…. why, I don’t rightfully remember.” Rarity’s memories were a bit cloudy. Something had happened, she was sure of it. Something important. Life-changing even. But what that was, it wasn’t clear. All she knew was…

“Ahuahh.” Rarity yawned. “Oh, now you have me doing it too. Yawns are really quite contagious aren’t they?” She couldn’t help herself, yawning again. “I think I was showing you something. Oh right, the dress.” The alabaster mare helped Twilight stand up again and proceeded to play dress-up with the unusually sleepy mare. If nothing else, she was sure a little pageantry would help alleviate her friend’s somnolent spirit.

As she guided her friend, she noticed something strange about the mare. It wasn’t immediately obvious, but upon further inspection, yes, it was rather prominent. Her friend’s bust had increased in size since she last saw her. Mmm.

That meant she would need to refit the dresses she had planned on giving to the mare. Right now there’d be way too much strain in the chest department. Which would be fine for some more risque situations, but for a public ball it was out of the question.

“Twilight, would you mind me measuring you again? I want to be sure the dress fits one-hundred percent correctly.” There, that should be suitably oblique as to not draw attention. Her friend nodded with her eyes half-lidded and her head almost nodding off.

Rarity wasted no time in getting her measuring tape. Once acquired, she returned to her friend and started the process. If she lingered while measuring her friend’s three sizes, well, who could blame her. Twilight was a rather attractive mare and Rarity was an appreciator of beauty in all its forms.

Her friend certainly didn’t, given that halfway through her measuring session, she turned to face Rarity. “Rarity, I want you.”

“Twilight? I’m sorry, what do you want?”

“I want you. I’m not sure exactly why, but it feels like we were meant to be together.” Twilight blinked. “Like you were meant to be mine. Give yourself to me.” The mare reached out and grabbed Rarity by her shoulders. “Can you hear them? The whispers?”

Rarity felt the room become cold. Her skin prickled in the sudden chill. And she could hear a quite at first, but increasingly loud susurration. She could almost make out the words if she really concentrated. Something, something, something like ‘Submit’, like ‘Surrender’.

Her friend didn’t wait for a reply, instead diving forward and locking lips with Rarity. Her ownership was put into practice as Twilight’s tongue claimed Rarity’s mouth for her own.

“Mmmph.” Rarity struggled for a brief moment before giving in and melting in her friend’s embrace. It was so easy, so simple to just let her friend take charge of the moment. Of her. She let her friend rub her tits against her own. She let Twilight rake her nails against her back. She let Twilight do whatever she wanted with her like the possession she was. It felt so familiar, like she had done this before.

Twilight’s mouth left Rarity’s. “Get down on all fours, pet.” Rarity hurried to obey. Any thoughts of dresses or fashion was long gone, replaced with this ever-burning lust that filled her veins. Once she had assumed the position she heard Twilight say something and a moment later a hard something began to fill her backside. She turned around to see Twilight’s horn glowing and a purple rod attached to her friend’s nethers thrusting forward.

“Yes!” Rarity cried out. “Fill me more, Twilight!” Her encouragement seemed to have an effect as Twilight began thrusting even harder, and the rod felt like it had grown a size larger, stuffing her completely. Rarity imagined her friend lifting her up and parading her about town like this, just a dildo-attachment to show off. And everyone would love watching her getting railed, the perfect natural beauty of it.

The whispers promised her ‘Soon’ and she understood. Not yet, but soon the town of Ponyville would understand as well. They needed to. They had to. It was her dream, and she’d do anything to realize it. And her friend would help. Twilight was part of it, a sister who had heard the whispers. Who had felt the cold of the night. Who had looked up at the moon and saw herself there. With the two of them working together, it was surely just a matter of time. Soon.