"Thank you again Rarity. I love this dress...it just still isn't perfect." Twilight Sparkle told her friend, who nodded at Twilight's every word.
"Well, I understand, Twilight. Let's just hope seventh time lucky..." Rarity said with the smallest hint of malice in her tone.
Twilight glanced nervously side to side before stepping outside Carousel Boutique without a goodbye. She knew when she wasn't wanted.
Rarity sneered. "It just still isn't perfect!" Rarity whined in an imitation of Twilight's voice. "What does she know anyway? I'm trying to be as generous as I can, and all I'm getting in return is a 'thank you.'" Collapsing in her favourite armchair, Rarity began to think about her very own Element.
'Why be generous when I can be greedy? After all, it is so much more rewarding...the satisfaction of having everything, and not having to part with a single bit of it is absolute bliss.' Is what Rarity thought to herself as she lounged on the plush armchair. The Unicorn suddenly realised what she was saying and shook her head hastily.
'No...I am above such dark desires.' Rarity thought to herself, gazing over to a photo of the six of them at the Grand Galloping Gala. She had made those dresses for her friends, and the satisfaction of seeing their faces light up when they saw their gifts was more than enough comfort. 'After all, I'm the Element of Generosity.' Rarity thought to herself still, slouching further down into the armchair. They had defeated many enemies with the power of friendship. To throw it all away just for earthly desires would be...silly.
Or would it?
Starting to speak aloud again, Rarity stood up, pacing the length of the room. "Yes...why should I have to do this for my friends? After all, what have they ever done for me? I'm doing the honour of designing them a Grand Galloping Gala dress for the...third time. That's Eighteen amazing, unique dresses! Eighteen dresses that I could have made for myself..."
For herself...yes. Yes! Why not? She had slaved over each of those dresses, putting off very important clients, shoving all work aside just, just because she was being generous. Being nice. But they hadn't repaid the favor. All she had gotten was a thank you. She had some very important clients that would have paid for her dresses. With Money.
Rarity once again pushed these thoughts of Avarice to the back of her mind. "Stop it, Rarity. Their happiness was all the payment you needed. And they finished your gala dress. Rarity, you are being quite selfish." She scolded herself, making her way to the kitchen for a drink. She needed something strong to knock her out of this odd phrase, and train of thought. Grabbing a bottle of Applejack Daniels, she took a swig without pouring any into a tumbler. It burnt her throat and she coughed and hacked. At least it had snapped her out of that odd phase.
"I suppose I should check the mail." Rarity said, rifling through some letters she had put off looking through until now. Levitating them with her magic, she read them out in her head. 'Bill, bill, Pinkie Pie party invitation...ah! What is this?' Rarity thought to herself slowly, levitating a single letter in front of her.
"It's from Fleur-De-Lis" She said to herself, opening the letter with a knife made for the purpose. Slipping the letter out, she realised what it must be about. "Ah, yes, I made that dress for her photo shoot with Photo Finish. This must be another...'thank you'." She said, starting to sneer again, before snapping back and reading the letter.
"Thank you for the ball gown...much appreciated...will be using you again..." Rarity skimmed through the letter, occasionally reading bits of it out loud. "I am aware I have already payed for the dress, but as an extra little thank you I include 2000 Equestrian bits, in the form of a check. This work is your best yet and you have always been a loyal and generous pony as one could ever want." Rarity's river of dark thoughts all came crashing back, the dam built of alcohol and self-determination breaking under the gain of so much money. Tucking the check in a pot in the kitchen among many others, Rarity exhaled with a deep grin.
"I guess thank you's are okay if they include money..." Rarity told herself.
Rarity loved money. She hid it very well, but she loved it. It had such power. To have money was the hold the very economy, all in a small round metal coin. In your hoof. Money was power. And the more you had of it, the more powerful you were, right? The Equestrian Bit was a very strong currency. Much more powerful than the weak Griffon Drachma, or the laughable Zebrican Dalasi. To think Zecora thought she could pay for a dress with those filthy...things. Rarity digressed and thought of the power money held. If she had the money, Rarity could buy Twilight's library. It would be easy. She could buy Sugarcube Corner. Or Sweet Apple Acres. She could manipulate lives, change fates, decide whether a pony lived or died, all the decisions she could make with money. And Rarity was much richer than she let on.
'Whoever said Money doesn't make the world go round is a bucking idiot.' Rarity thought to herself in an extremley un-ladylike manner. 'Money can buy you happiness.'
But it wasn't just money and power. Rarity loved status. To be 'the pony everypony should know', so to speak. Yes, that was the dream. To be the one thing all other ponies strive to be. To have it all. The money, the fame, the power. Influence, pure and undiluted. That is all Rarity desired. She craved attention and had loved being the center of it all when living in Canterlot that one time. Ponies clamoring for her attention, all eyes on her, she made the choices. The thirst for greed in Rarity's mind grew and she supplemented it with another swig of Applejack Daniels. She called the shots. She was the one that everyone respected - and if they disrespected her, they'd immediately be rejected. Like a worn out cog, to be replaced with another eager cog, ready to become part of the well oiled machine.
'Everypony is a tool.' Rarity thought to herself.
"What am I doing?!" Rarity yelled at herself, giving herself a slap to the face with her hoof. "A tool? I speak of these people as simple parts of machinery! My friends are much more than that...I love them...Rainbow Dash might be a little brash at times, but I couldn't ask for a more loyal friend." She told herself. 'And Pinkie Pie,' she thought, going back into thinking rather than speaking, 'has always made me laugh. And Fluttershy, who I love so dearly, has been nothing but kind to me.
The dam built back up again with the thoughts of her very best friends as the building blocks, Rarity went upstairs to her bedroom, ready to hit the hay. What a horrible night this had been. Looking at the wall, Rarity found herself gazing at a row of Ming Chinese Vases. They were so exquisite and ornate they literally oozed with decadence and sophistication.
"I may have been raised to not think so highly of Earthly desires...but I love them. I love them so much." Rarity told herself, reassuring her dark thoughts. She had bought them for so much money...and she loved them. Oh, she could easily get more money, more power, more notoriety. Yes, notoriety. To be feared, as well as appreciated was something that made Rarity's insides shiver with delight. To be as Celestia, living with ponies waiting on you hide and hoof. And how indulgently rich she was, was something to aspire to! She probably wiped her flank with Bit bills, for Luna's sake! But Rarity didn't remain envious of the Princess. Unlike her, Rarity wasn't just a puppet, an illusion of power. Sure, Celestia seemed to make all the decisions, but it was really the Equestrian Council who did all that. Rarity knew this...because of her links. Her links...that would help her rise to the top again.
This notoriety idea played on her mind, however. Rarity wasn't shy of a little blackmail and betrayal. It was all too easy...lull other simple ponies into a false sense of security, sucking them dry of their money and all they were worth, before finally delivering the Coup de grâce and throwing them aside. She was very well spoken and could easily fool her friends, as well as the Canterlot Elite. Yes, Canterlot! The streets were paved with gold, but not just that. Fine architecture, the right sort of people to mingle with...the polar opposite of her hometown of Ponyville.
Why limit herself to Ponyville? Limit her self to a life of plain and simple tastes? Why not indulge? Feast on the richest of foods, live in the most excessive of palaces, throw money around and buy things she didn't need. And design dresses, beautiful dresses, become famous...she had all she needed. After all, her parents had left her that fund if times got bad. Things weren't bad, but oh, they could be better for sure. Things could be much better.
Rushing to her bedroom, she flung a portrait of a stern looking stallion of the wall, revealing a bland grey door. Entering the secret code, 'S-W-E-E-T-I-E' Rarity paused for a moment. Her sister. Her small sister, who, by doing this, she would be leaving behind. Good! She was also a restraint, a thorn in the side, something that stopped her fulfilling her grandest desires. Leaving her behind with the parents would be better for her, as well as her sister. Bringing her along would mean sharing the wealth, which Rarity did not want. All good, generous thoughts had been shoved into the dark corners of Rarity's mind. What was the point of being nice? No-one deserved it, and it got you nowhere.
"Being generous is a stupid concept!" Rarity said, laughing a little. It felt good to finally say that to herself
Flinging the safe open, rarity grabbed the bundle of money, shoving it in her face, inhaling deeply before letting out an almost orgasmic sigh. Money...power...status...nothing could stop her now. She was to leave Ponyville and her so called 'friends' behind, making her way to Canterlot. She would play the game, indulge herself in every manner and be loved...as well as feared. The world was her Oyster.
"Why be Generous when you can be greedy?" Rarity said to herself aloud, giggling in a malicious manner.
(('Avararity' now has a few improvements and has also been bulked out, so feel free to go back and check it again. Thank you.))
Pinkie Pie hopped merrily down the stairs of Sugarcube corner. The Cakes had gone on a well-deserved night out to Hoofington, and the foals were safely tucked away in bed. Pinkie Pie, foalsitter supreme, had worked her wonders yet again!
"Better tidy up the kitchen!" Pinkie said to herself. She got out a wet mop from a side cupboard and made her way into the kitchen, singing some old song merrily, substituting words she didn't know with hums, whistles and 'lalala's'. It wasn't perfect, but it made her happy, and she was okay with that.
Having finally made her way into the kitchen, Pinkie Pie dropped the mop and gazed at the sight before her. A batch of cupcakes resting on the counter. And they were Raspberry with white chocolate sprinkles. Her favourite. Drooling, Pinkie Pie trotted over to the cupcakes nervously. She had made these with the foals earlier, but she had sworn she had put them away afterwards. They were meant to be for The Cakes when they got back...but having one wouldn't hurt, would it?
Stooping down to get a good whiff of the cupcakes, Pinkie inhaled deeply. The scent of the raspberry combined with just a hint of chocolate combined perfectly in her nose, the heat from the recently baked cupcakes making her swelter ever so slightly. Pinkie stuck her tongue out, reaching for the pink frosting. Touching the cake with just the tip of her tongue, Pinkie's eyes rolled into the back of her head, body arching and flank rising into the air in an almost perverse pose. Suddenly, she went down on the cupcake, closing her eyes in the hope the loss of one sense would intensify the other. Drawing her whole tongue across the frosting, the flavours mixed in her pallet and Pinkie groaned with pleasure.
Standing up, Pinkie licked the excess frosting from around her lips. "How selfish of me! These cakes were for Mr & Mrs. Cake, and I had some...better re-frost that cupcake..." Pinkie told herself off for being such a glutton, and went to retrieve the piping bag that still had a lot of frosting mix in it. Carefully squeezing as Mr. Cake had told her, Pinkie swirled the frosting round, brushing it off at the tip for a perfectly swirled cupcake.
A loose bit of frosting hung delicately on the end of the piping bag. Should she, or shouldn't she? Slowly but surely, Pinkie put her mouth at the end of the piping bag and sucked the frosting off. Closing her eyes once again, Pinkie couldn't resist the temptation. She squeezed hard down on the bag, frosting piling into her mouth faster than she could swallow it. Somehow, she didn't care and carried on going, draining the frosting bag dry.
Now high on sugar, Pinkie's pupils went small and her eyes darted towards the pantry door. Dashing over, she struggled to force the door open.
'No...I want more...' Pinkie whispered in an almost manic tone, bucking the door with her hind legs. Earth Ponies are notoriously stronger than other breeds, and the doors flung open with a loud cracking sound.
The Pantry was stuffed to the brim with food. Pinkie licked her lips. It was time to devour.
She started by grabbing a Cherry Pie from the shelf and shoving her face in it, licking the sauce from the bottom of the dish and smearing it all over her face in the process. Deciding it wasn't enough, Pinkie grabbed the closest thing - Frosting mix - and poured it into the pie dish, resulting in a gloopy mess that she happily slurped up, crumbs from the pie spilling onto the floor. Finishing her appetizer, Pinkie crouched down to the lower shelf and found a loaf of bread, sitting there, just asking to be eaten. Picking it up, she ferociously ripped it in two and ran to the other end of the room where a jar of mayonnaise awaited her.
Eagerly thrusting her hoof in the jar, Pinkie pulled it out and smothered one half of the bread with the mayonnaise before devouring it in literally a matter of seconds, groaning as she did so, forcing the food down her gullet at an extraordinary rate. Greedily, Pinkie Pie licked the excess mayonnaise on her hoof off, leaving it all clean. Chucking the spare bread to the side for now, Pinkie moved onto her next victim: A bag of granulated sugar. Tearing the bag open with her teeth, the bag unexpectedly ripped open, causing sugar to spill all over the floor. Pinkie immediately reached her neck down, back arched up, and began to lick the sugar, extending her tongue to reach it all, tail wagging ferociously as she did so. Something was going to fall.
A tub of lard, resting on the top shelf fell down and landed on Pinkie's head. "Ouch-ie!" She yelped, rubbing her head and looking at the mess she had created.
"What...have I done?" She said to herself, gazing at the chaotic room with glazed over eyes. 'It's so difficult to resist the temptation of food.' She thought to herself, 'But I have to stop. This is completely selfish and stupid of me.' She told her inner mind, pushing the need to express her inner demon of gluttony back. She took one step before slipping on the lard, which had spilled out of the tub after falling on her head.
Her body crashed to the floor, her head inches away from a thick, fat, cardiac inducing bar of lard. Pinkie grinned mischievously. 'Surely this wouldn't do any harm.' She thought to herself. Gripping the bar with both hooves, she shoved it into her mouth, only to pull it out again. Sucking hard on the lump of fat, Pinkie's flanks once again rose into the air, tail erect. Suddenly, the temptation was too much and she chomped down on the bar, the fat making the insides of her mouth all slick and greasy. Her eyes half-closed, Pinkie gasped for air as she felt the thick lumps of fat and grease slide down her esophagus and into her expanding, never-full stomach.
Spying a bag of Oats, Pinkie Pie bit a hole at the bottom with vigor and proceeded to let the oats flow directly into her mouth and down her throat without even the decency to chew. She found the Oats stuck to the roof her mouth, held in place by the lard she had just eaten. This simply wouldn't do. Grabbing a can of Sweet Apple Cider, Pinkie downed the whole thing and rinsed her mouth out, swallowing the contents. Greedily, she grabbed another and downed it once again, shaking her head wildly as the sweet juices of nature made their way down.
The piece of bread she had thrown to the side earlier now lay at her feet. Pinkie smiled, a wild idea forming in her head. Grabbing a lump of cheddar cheese , she began to grate it onto the bread with her teeth, catching any loose strands with her mouth. Next, she smashed tomatoes down onto the bread, rubbing their juices and letting them sink into the bread. Running out the room and back into the kitchen, Pinkie turned the oven on and shoved the bread inside, setting the timer for 20 minutes as there was time needed for the oven to heat up.
Making a wild cartwheel back into the pantry, the party pony paused as she considered her next snack. She wanted something so unbelievably sickening, so bad, yet so good at the same time. Trotting over almost nonchalantly over another shelf, Pinkie spied several baby bottles full with milk. The labels read 'For Pound & Pumpkin Cake' - this must be milk from Mrs.Cake... without a second thought, Pinkie ripped off the top of one of the bottles and downed it in one go. It was much sweeter than the average milk and very good. Hastily, she grabbed a bowl and tipped four or five bottles of pony-milk inside. Eagerly, she reached for some eggs and smashed them into the bowl, not caring if some shell got in there in the process. Her mouth drooled as she fetched the bag of granulated sugar that still lay on the floor. Tipping the rest of it in, followed with some flour, Pinkie grinned at her creation.
"It's a deconstructed cake." Pinkie explained to anyone who would listen - not that anyone was there - and began to eat the foul mixture, slimy and gloopy in texture. This still wasn't enough! Pinkie reached for a bottle of maple syrup and squeezed it into the bowl, sweetening and also thickening the mixture. Smashing her whole face in the bowl to get at the last of the mixture, Pinkie bashed her face. The pain seared through her face but she carried on eating, because she knew she must go on.
Deciding to go for a healthier option, Pinkie grabbed a bunch of bananas and ripped one off, sucking it in an extremely sexual manner, before biting a chunk off and eating it, skin and all. She popped the banana out of her mouth, making a just as lewd sound effect, making the party pony giggle in ecstasy. Still on the fruit, Pinkie reached for a crate of apples and buried her head in it, gobbling left, right and center, not caring which apples she bit, or if she was eating the core or the stalk in the process. Going up for air, Pinkie took a deep breath through her nose and exhaled through her mouth.
Suddenly having a wild idea, Pinkie Pie merrily hopped over to retrieve some chocolate and cracked the chunks into the apple crate. Mixing in some grapes as well, Pinkie decided that the mixture was not liquid enough and grabbed the jar of mayonnaise from earlier, tipping the whole contents in, scraping the dregs with a knife and licking it. In her haste, she cut her tongue, causing it to bleed. Surprisingly, Pinkie enjoyed the rich, iron like taste of the blood and stopped for a second to appreciate her own juices. The moment did not last for long, however, and she went back to her crazy apple crate creation. Deciding the mix needed a little variety, Pinkie grabbed five red onions and flung them in, before snatching a large Victoria Sponge Cake and smashing it into the crate. To finish the whole thing off, Pinkie laughed manically as she poured a whole gallon of chocolate milk into the crate. Licking her lips, Pinkie hopped into the box.
Jumping up and down, quite happily, Pinkie mixed the whole concoction with her hooves. Finding this task rather difficult, she changed tactics and decided to roll around in the mixture. It now caked her mane, tail and her whole body, but it was beginning to lose it's chunky texture and starting to take the form of a thick, viscous almost-liquid. Starting slowly, she licked the mixture from her hoof, before thrusting her whole hoof in her mouth, working it with passion and a strange desire. Licking off her body, she also ate messily from the box, the mixture getting in her eyes and up her nose, almost everywhere except the intended location.
DING!
The loud sound made Pinkie jump into the air in shock. "What was that?" She said, food slopping out of her mouth as she did so. Taking a deep whiff, she smelt her bread mixture cooking away in the oven. Her face twisting into a sickening grin, Pinkie hopped to the oven and took a peek inside.. The starter was over. It was time for dinner.
It was good to be a glutton.
