Rarity returns home

It had been a somewhat disappointing trip for Rarity. Spike had sadly not been able to find the same cave that held all those wonderful gems that he found last time. Rarity had tried to reassure him that it didn’t matter one bit to her but he still upset. Rarity couldn’t help but think that the poor boy was hiding something from her. Some secret regarding the crystals and gems that the poor drake seemed unwilling to tell her. Rarity was naturally concerned, not least since she sensed that Spike was ashamed of this secret for whatever reason.

Nevertheless, Rarity and Spike found themselves back at the boutique in the middle of the afternoon, and despite not finding the gold mine of gems Spike had found previously they had still gathered a good stock of gems. No worse than any other day of their weekly scavenger hunt.

"Well it was a shame we didn't find that cave, but I still had a lovely time Spikey-Wikey." Rarity assured him, turning to face the downcast dragon. It broke her heart to see him like that, his handsome yet boyish face was plastered to the floor. "You shouldn't be so hard on yourself."

"Yeah, I know." Spike gasped, his voice sullen and listless. It was quite concerning for the fashionista.

“Spike what’s wrong? Something clearly has you upset. Please talk to me.” Rarity begged him, cupping his cheek.

Spike was sadly silent, when he spoke it was barely a whisper. “You remember that dream you told me about? The one about our friends as slaves to some pony?”

Rarity nodded, embarrassed. Why had she shared something so private and embarrassing? “Spike you realize that was little more than a fantasy. I would hope you wouldn't judge me too harshly."

"What? No Rarity I don't judge you at all. I get that… it’s just.” He trailed off, his words dying in his throat. Before swallowing and admitting. “Some of our friends found out… and they’re actually into it.”

Rarity couldn’t say a word, she was stunned beyond them. When she finally did speak, it was with a whisper. “I remember Cadence saying that after I talked to her about it. Was she the one into it?”

"Not just her but Twilight too," Spike admitted, and Rarity found herself blushing. She couldn't help but be aroused by the thought. Twilight and Cadence, two beautiful, powerful Princesses desire to be their sex slaves. Under her control, worshipping her ability to serve her Master Spike. “They think the stallion you’re thinking of there is me. But that's ridiculous. You have much higher standards than that."

Rarity was silent, Spike really thought that low about himself? Rarity hated to hear that, but she couldn't admit her feelings for him. How could he look at her the same way knowing how she fantasised about having every one of her friends and herself as sex slaves?

“You shouldn’t think of yourself like that. You are a handsome drake, a wonderful friend and an intelligent person. You a man of an incredibly high standard that many mares would be attracted to.” Rarity assured him.

‘Like me for instance.’

“Thanks, Rarity,” Spike said, his voice polite but resigned. He turned to leave before Rarity entered her boutique, somewhat disappointed with herself. Too ashamed to admit her love and submissive fetish to Spike. It was after all only a dream, even if it was such an arousing sexy dream.

"But what would it be like?" Rarity wondered to herself. Would it be possible? She thought of Sweetie Belle, as her own personal sex ****, and felt her insides twist in shame. “No Rarity, that's wrong. She'd be disgusted by you."

"Disgusted by what?" Sweetie Belle asked, causing Rarity to jump out of her skin and tumble to the ground. Knocking over one of her display mannequins in her store. "Oh, my gosh Rarity are you okay?"

"Yes Sweetie Belle, yes I'm fine." Rarity gasped, seeing her younger beautiful sister standing over her. To her shame her mind flashed to fantasies of her sister wrapped in an outfit of the thinnest silk cloth, her kneeling before Rarity whilst her older sister undid her skirt. Ordering her younger naturally beautiful to seat her pussy, to tell Rarity how much better she was, how much more beautiful she was then her. To see Spike fuck the two of them together and tell her there was no comparison.

Rarity shook her head, blushing brightly red. She tried to shove the thoughts from her mind, but the thoughts of her sister couldn’t leave her. She levitated the mannequin off of herself and took Sweetie Belle's hand to lift herself, ignoring the tingling feeling it gave her. "Thank you, Sweetie Belle. I'm afraid you just startled me."

"Aw aren't you going to say hello?" She teased, her normal routine. Her eyes sparkled with the devious childhood energy that Rarity couldn't help but dream of turning to more erotic schemes.

"Ah yes Hello Sweetie Belle." Rarity said, distracted by her thoughts.

"Hello, Mistress." Sweetie Belle answered, without missing a beat. Rarity paused and blinked at her sister.

"What did you say?"

"I said hello Mistress." Sweetie Belle repeated, her smile remaining just as present and clear. With no apparent concern or thought given to her. This must be a joke correct? One of Sweetie Belle's silly little pranks. Right?

"Could you stop that?” Rarity asked her sister. Hoping to Celestia that she couldn’t see how much the simple word turned her on. Celestia, why now?

“Of course Rarity.” Sweetie Belle said, causing her sister to relax a bit. “Not sure why calling you Mistress gets you so flustered though.”

“It’s not in the slightest bit any of your business Sweetie Belle.” Rarity scolded, a little more harshly than the situation demanded it. "I'm just not very comfortable with you calling me Mistress. I'm your sister Sweetie Belle."

But Sweetie Belle was interested, subconsciously she felt her true self was her **** self. So the idea of her calling her sister Mistress was something that subconsciously appealed to her. "So you wouldn't like me calling you Mistress? You wouldn't like your sister as some kind of servant? You always say I'm far too chaotic. What do you think it would be like if I had to obey your every command?"

"Sweetie Belle those thoughts are entirely inappropriate." Rarity scolded, even though her mind was right back to its impure way of thinking she took a deep sigh. “In any case dear how was your day?”

“It was great. Twilight told me a new trance spell, she says it’ll take a while to work.” Sweetie Belle said with a beam on her face. “How was your day?”

Calming down quickly Rarity was much more comfortable. “It was quite pleasant. Me and Spike didn’t find the same cave as before but nevertheless it’s a beautiful day and we were able-SWEETIE BELLE WHAT IN CELESTIA'S NAME ARE YOU DOING?" Rarity screamed as her younger sister started to take her shirt off. Leaving her huge tits to bounce freely, much to Rarity's mixed feelings. So shocking, yet so arousing.

Rarity was now as red as a tomato, but her eyes were locked on her younger sister's swaying tits. It was wrong, but it was hot. Big, not as big as hers, but still big and soft, with small cute pink nipples. Rarity was ashamedly jealous of her younger sister who seemed to radiate natural beauty without any of the hours that Rarity had devoted to her appearance. But more ashamedly she was aroused, entranced in a fantasy of having that natural beauty devoted to her, worship her, love her beyond the love between sisters, to be her ****. It would make her utterly below Rarity, a vindication of Rarity's own beauty.

"I-I-" Rarity stammered panicking frantically. Eyes darting for an escape route. "I need a shower."

Taking the excuse Rarity rushed up the stairs, **** for a cold shower to help keep her urges under control. With no idea of what would happen next.

A/N: Next chapter will be a vote chapter. If there are any other candidates (in Ponyville only for now) you would like to see in the vote then suggest them now. Remember that we'll progress beyond Ponyville after the Mane six are in the harem.