Rarity's Moral Dilemma

 

Having already undergone several cleansing rituals she now sits at the local park trying to absorb the serene and happy atmosphere. Her recount of past events is interrupted by the sounds of laughter. Out of the corner of her eye she sees a pair of children playing with whom she assumes is their father.

 

???:Ooooh look at the muscles on that one. ~ I wonder if his package is similarly robust?~

A sensual voice whispered in her mind.

 

Right, she'd almost forgotten about that little annoyance.

 

???: Don't be like that. ~ Let's see if he wants to play some more "Adult" games.~

 

???:How could you even think that!? He's married!

Another more serene voice exclaimed.

 

???:And?

The first voice asked.

 

???:And?! Your supposed to ask the First Wife for permission before sleeping with her Husband, that's just proper etiquette!

The second voice responds.

 

As the two voices begin to argue once again Rarity can feel yet another headache coming. The two voices belong to the two new "residents" within her mind. Sometimes they would manifest on her shoulders and try to persuade her to take certain actions. On left shoulder manifest demonic doppelganger of her self and due to her sensual voice and body language one could be forgiven for mistaking her for a Succubus referred to as Devil Rarity (DR). On her right shoulder what could easily mistaken as her cosplaying as an angel, standing with all the grace and dignity one would expect of their kind she called Angel Rarity (AR).

 

The process of how they came to be is still fresh in her memory. After returning from a dangerous Quest involving a Powerful Demon and her temporary submission to him she under went several cleansing rituals to rid both her body and mind of any lingering Demonic Influence. Unfortunately the process wasn't perfect as the body still remembered the pleasure it experienced, this lead to many women to seek out or summon the Demon that conquered their bodies and join them in the Demon Realm as their Concubines. But it appears that there are also lingering effects on the mind.

 

-----------------A phew days ago----------------------

 

The night after the cleansing ritual she was feeling rather pent up so she went to her room to pleasure herself with one of her toys. While pleasuring herself Rarity began to visualize a powerful, rich, and handsome Nobleman. But just as she was about to reach climax the image of the Noble was replaced by that of the Demon that claimed her body. "What in the Goddesses name was that?!" She exclaimed.

 

DR: Our Master ~

 

A voice responded, surprised by this Rarity reaches for her staff and takes a battle ready stance. "Show your self!" She yells at the unseen intruder.

 

DR: Fu fu fu as you wish.~

 

The following moment what seemed to be the offspring of a Devil and a Succubus appears before her. Shockingly the intruder was almost an exact physical replica of her. "You dare wear my face cretin!" She angrily exclaims as she unleashed a Smite spell at her doppelganger, but is surprised when it passes harmlessly through her target.

 

DR: Fu fu fu. Sorry but I'm afraid that won't work on me. ~

 

"If the Goddesses divine punishment can't harm you then you are not truly a devil." She concluded. "What are you then and why do you wear my face?" She enquired. The doppelganger smirks and proceeds to answer with a flourish.

 

DR: Allow me to answer both your questions at once. I am the manifestation of your dark desires given form thanks to our master's influence. ~

 

"And who is this so called master that presumes to claim ownership over me?" Rarity questions with a defiant tone.

 

DR: Why the one that conquered your body mind my dear!

 

The memory of the Demon resurfaces. Shaking here head Rarity responds defiantly. "He is no master of mine! His influence has been purged from my body!"

 

DR: But did you not pledge yourself to our master? What where you're exact words again? Oh right! "Yes Master! Fuck me! Make me yours! Mark me with your seed and claim me for all eternity!"~

 

Rarity begins to stutter and a furious blush comes over face at the memory that suddenly manifested in her mind.

 

DR: I see you remembered good. Now how about you stop this pointless resistance and devote yourself to our master's return. Imagine how ~pleasurable~ your reward will be. ~

 

"Pleasurable" Rarity repeats as the image of herself worshipping her masters glorious cock. Of it being shoved down her throat as he treated her like a toy, and finally if being bred by it and herself moaning like a bitch in heat as he releases his precious load into her.

 

DR: Good~ Now that we've visualized our goal let's-

AR: No!

 

She's interrupted by a shout accompanied by a flash of light. As the light fades another doppelganger of Rarity stands before them this one the guise of an Angel.

 

AR: Do not listen to her! You are a proud Forge Cleric and follower of the Crystal Conclave, not some Demons pet!

 

Annoyed by the interruption the devil responds.

 

DR: Who are you supposed to be?

 

AR: I am the manifestation of her ideals and virtues. I am here to ensure that she remains on the right path to fulfill her dreams and to ensure that the Demons corruption does not dig its claws any deeper.

 

DR: Tch. My job just got harder.

 

-----------------------Present Day---------------------

 

That night Rarity's life became more complicated. Every chance it could the little devil would try to corrupt whatever situation she found herself in. Bargaining for a better price? Go under the stall and suck him off/eat her out. Having a conversation with one of her friends? Point out how inferior they are compared to her and suggest how to best put them in their place. A decent looking man comes within view? Seduce them and fuck their brains out until they call you mistress. Thankfully however the little angel was always there to remind her of who she really is and that a proper lady always follows proper etiquette.

 

DR: Why be a Lady when you could be a Queen? ~ Imagine all those whores at you're beck and call, hundreds of studs ready and will to satisfy your every desire. ~ With only our Master and future Husband being truly able to satisfy us.~

 

Rarity initially wondered if the little Devil was a Dom or a Sub, turns out she's both. She sees almost everyone as future servants and sex toys. But when it comes to that Demon she's on her knees begging to be fucked like the little whore she is.

 

AR: Ignore her the Goddesses would strike you down long before then. Besides with enough renown, contacts, and your natural charms I'm positive you could bag yourself self a high ranking Noble, maybe even the son of a Duke.

 

DR: Why should she submit to some spoiled rich boy with a limp dick that can only get three pumps in before passing out? There's only one cock for her and she knows it.

 

AR: She doesn't need some putred overused gremlin sausage. She has a fine selection of well groomed and bred specimens right here in this city. There's no need for her to stoop so low.

 

DR: Why don't you fly back to your coup you pigeon feathered Prude.

 

AR: What was that you discount sex toy?!

 

There they go again. "This is my life now." She states as while sighing with regret. "I wonder how my parents are doing?" A question that she would have never asked before.

 

END

 

*Note: As Rarity's becomes more sexually frustrated DR becomes more powerful and she is able to suppress AR. One time it got so bad that when they manifested AR was bound by bondage gear with a leather blindfold and a ball gag. Meanwhile DR was using a vibrators to bring her to the edge of orgasm before stopping.