Since the thread for "Sweetie Belle's Gift" by Dokariss has apparently vanished... and in order to keep this thread going (some one of these days, I AM going to get back to it), here's my backup copy of that story:

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"Sweetie Belle's Gift"; by Dokariss
Hey everyone! Here's my new story. MLP universe but the ponies are women with skin the color of their cartoon's counterparts. Unicorn girls have cute little horns and the Pegasus ones have wings. Now on to the fun!

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Sweetie Belle woke up with a start. The young girl looked around in a panic as her sleep addled brain tried to figure out what had scared her. She was alone in her room and the soft morning light dispelled the remains of her fright. “Why did I...” The small beauty wondered before she heard it again.

“Booooohooooohooooo...” Gently floated up from downstairs.

Sweetie Bell chuckled to herself. The sound of her sister’s crying sounded just like a ghostly moan when you did not know what you were listening to. “Wait a minute! Sis is crying!” The unicorn exclaimed as she launched out of bed, not even bothering to change out of her PJs.

The young girl padded to the staircase to look for danger but just saw Rarity reclining on her favorite sofa, eating huge scoops of ice cream between long dejected moans. The little girl didn't know what to do. When her big sister got into one those moods, nothing short of a miracle could shake her out of it. That, or if someone could give the diva what she was whining about.

Sweetie Belle leaned on the stair’s railing to try to get an idea of what the problem was. For most people, it would have been impossible to decipher anything from the half phrases and sobs but this was not the young girl’s first rodeo. After a moment of concentration, the small unicorn understood that her big sister wanted a new purse. One of those vagina clutches that had become popular recently.

Sweetie Belle shuddered a little. She could not understand why those things were so popular. The young girl thought they looked weird and were so insanely expensive that almost nobody could get one. She knew she could never buy one for Rarity so, with no real way for her to help the sobbing diva, the unicorn walked back to her room, picking up a few magazines in passing since she would have to wait out the deluge going on downstairs.

The prepubescent girl flopped on her bed and started leafing through the pages. She was not as into fashion as her beloved sister but she still enjoyed looking at the pretty models showing off the latest haute couture.

As she was about to close this magazine and grab another, the little girl spotted one of those clutches. She stared at it for a while, trying to divine the attraction but still didn't get it. In the corner of the page, was a small photo of the girl who had provided the organ for the accessory. “She’s really pretty. I wonder why she gave up her cunny.” Sweetie Belle wondered aloud, giggling at saying the naughty word.

Her laughter slowly faded away as she stared first at the accessory then at the smiling girl’s small photo. “I wonder how much it hurts to get your... place... removed.” Sweetie Belle asked herself, not willing to use the naughty word again so soon. Rarity’s birthday was coming up and while the woman was always happy with her little sister’s gifts, she always seemed more happy with the thought than the actual present.

With a confusing heat building in her virgin pussy, the small girl imagined how happy her beloved sister would be if she gave her her puss to turn into a clutch. The child rubbed her legs together to try to scratch the itch that had developed between them but she did not seem to be able to quite get it.

The young girl got an idea and jumped off her bed before struggling out of all her clothes. Naked as the day she was born, she walked to her full length mirror and looked at herself. Her long flowing mane of purple and pink hair fell all the way to the middle of her back, the curls making her look cute as a button. She had no muscle tone at all, not like her two friends, but she was not fat either, just... Curvy? If she looked at herself from the right angle, she could see the little swells on her chest that she hoped would one day develop to be as big as her sister’s double Ds. She ran a hand on her bald pussy, examining it at length but she could not get a good view.

The prepubescent beauty lost her focus for a bit and struck a couple of posses, giggling again at her more risque ones before remembering what she wanted to do and walked to her dresser to pick up a hand held mirror. “When you live with Rarity, one thing you’ll never run out of is mirrors.” She remarked to herself as she set the small reflective item down and squatted over it.

Sweetie Belle could now get a good view at her nether region. She looked at the pink gash that stood out against her alabaster skin. “It’s just a line... What if I do this?” The little girl wondered as she reached down and spread herself with her fingers, exposing more pink flesh and her tight entrance. “It’s so tiny... What would you even be able to put in there?” The unicorn asked aloud as she touched the glistening pink flesh. “Then again, Rarity’s purses are usually only the size of her hand so this should be around the right size.” She remembered with a grin.

As she continued touching her pussy, thinking about her big sister’s happy face as she painfully took that part away, Sweetie Belle realized that there was liquid on her fingers. “Oh geeze! I peed!” The blushing young girl misunderstood as she rushed to the bathroom.

After using the facility, the little unicorn stepped into the hallway and once again clearly heard Rarity’s sobs. The sounds were like a knife in the young girl’s heart and she made her decision right there. After all, it would make her sister ecstatic and while it would no doubt be painful, it was not life threatening.

Sweetie Belle walked downstairs like she was on a mission, still completely naked, until she stood in front of the wailing diva. “Don’t cry sis. I know your birthday is still in a week but I have your present right here for you.” The cute girl said with a flourish. The gesture was meant to highlight the tiny girl’s prepubescent vagina but to the tear blinded woman, it seemed like her little sister had gestured to her whole body.

“What do you mean?” Rarity asked between sniffles, the thought of a gift lifting her spirit a little.

When it was time to say it, Sweetie Belle suddenly felt too shy and simply pointed at one of the strewn magazines. Rarity glanced over but inadvertently looked at the wrong one. The diva looked at the page advertising the wonders of girl leather and that everything on a woman could be turned into something beautiful. “You would do that for me?” The buxom woman exclaimed. “No! No... I cannot accept...” Rarity said in a tone that would let anybody know that she really, really wanted to say yes.

Sweetie Belle beamed. Her sister was beside herself with glee at her gift. “I will not accept no for an answer. I decided to give this to you and I mean it.” The little girl declared, squirming a little when a vivid image of Rarity cutting out her girl parts flashed through her head. Wondering why that image made her whole body feel warm, the young unicorn shook her head and looked the woman in front of her in the eyes to show she meant business.

Rarity searched her little sister’s eyes for any sign of weakness or regret, but when she could find none, she sprang out of the cushions and grabbed the little girl, twirling her around the room as they both laughed before bringing her close for a hug. “This is a great big sacrifice you are making for me. I will remember this gift forever.” The drop dead gorgeous woman vowed, kissing her little sister’s horn.

Sweetie Belle barely had time to enjoy the warmth of the hug before Rarity burst into a whirlwind of motions. Clothes and money were shoved in the young girl’s hands and she barely had time to dress before her big sister had dragged her out the house.

When they got to the spa, Rarity gave her a page of paper with all the treatments she would take before shoving the little unicorn in the building. Sweetie Belle heard her say something about getting a book from Twilight before she disappeared around a corner.

Shrugging her shoulders, the prepubescent girl smiled at the woman’s energy and went to the receptionist. What followed was a storm of weird activities. She was pummeled into paste by what was called a deep tissue massage, then thrown into a bathtub full of bubbling mud and left to simmer, she was then wrapped in seaweed and slathered with a bunch of nice smelling oils before getting shoved into a room full of steam, when she thought she was going to die from the heat, she was taken out and unwrapped to finally have one good thing happen, a nice and slow massage.

As she enjoyed the afterglow of her massage, Sweetie Belle, a big fluffy towel wrapped around her naked body, was languidly walking back to the locker room to redress when the spa’s door burst open and Rarity walked in, her nose buried into a book.

“Hey sis! I’ll be ready to go in just a minute.” The young girl greeted as she waved with the hand that was not busy holding the towel.

Sweetie Belle was a little perplexed when her big sister did not respond. Instead, Rarity’s horn glowed as she distractedly hovered a handful of gems to the spa girls, never looking up from the tome. The two girls thanked the fashionista for the huge tip but that too fell on deaf ears.

Sweetie Belle shook her head in amusement. When her sister got in the zone, everything else faded in the background. Still chucking, the small beauty started walking toward the locker room when her body was encased in Rarity’s magic.

“Ah there you are Sweetie Belle. Let us go. I have a lot of work to do before the day’s end.” The well dressed woman said as she exited the establishment, dragging the floating girl with her magic.

The young girl was so shocked at what was happening that she immediately lost her grip on the towel. As she was dragged out the door, she tried using her own magic to grab the piece of fluffy cloth but the doors slammed shut before she could get a grip.

Quickly huddling in the fetal position as she tried to hide as much as possible, Sweetie Belle squeaked, “Rarity! Stop! I’m naked!”

While the cry did not pierce her big sister’s trance, it did make sure that everyone in sound radius turned to look. The little girl could feel herself blushing deep crimson as all the eyes on the busy street bore into her. The young child did not know why, but she was growing hotter and hotter as her sister dragged her around. It felt like the stares were hands, caressing her body as they looked at it.

The confused prepubescent girl did not know what was going on but it was kind of the same feeling she had experienced when she had offered her cunny to her sister to be used as a purse. Thinking about the place between her legs made the little girl glance down at it, inadvertently opening her legs a little and giving some passersby a great view of her bald snatch, and thought that she had started to pee herself again when she noticed the few drops of moisture drip out.

The poor girl was knocked out of this latest shame when she heard a very familiar laugh. “Oh no...” Sweetie Belle sighed, slapping a hand on her face in dejection, exposing a cute puffy nipple to the leering crowd. “Not them...”

“What’s going on, Sweetie Belle? You wanted to make sure we all remembered that you were still a blank flank?” Diamond Tiara shouted, no doubt trying to get even more people to look.

“Maybe she wanted to show us that she’s blank there too!” Silver spoon added, pointing between the floating girl’s spread legs.

Sweetie Belle slammed her knees together and resumed her fetal position. The pink and purple headed girl tried to think of anything to say but knew it was hopeless. Giving up, the young girl decided to just bear it but the cruel laugh bore into her and seemed to stoke the fire that was building in there. That was something she had noticed before. Whenever those two girls made fun of her and her friends, the little girl’s cunny always felt warm. When she had asked her friends if they had had the same feeling, they had both looked at her like she was insane so she had never brought it up again.

Before long, Rarity’s long strides left the two cackling girls in the dust but the damage was done. Sweetie Belle slid a hand to her dripping gash to try to hide the mess and the other hand was hiding her red face, once again exposing her little developing tits to the happy crowd. A few minutes later, her hand covered with juices, Sweetie Belle finally spotted her sister’s shop. The young girl had never been so happy to see the cute boutique.

Rarity stepped in, the door opening and closing with her magic, before gently dropping her little sister on one of her big workbench. She placed the book down and finally looked up from it. The fashionista did a doubletake when she noticed her little sister huddling, naked, on her desk.

“Sweetie Belle! Where in Equestria are your clothes!” The diva exclaimed, bringing a hand to her mouth in shock.

“I tried to tell you! I did not have time to dress before you picked me up.” The young girl whined, tears starting to flow as the weight of the last few minutes crashed down on her.

“I am so sorry Sweetie!” Rarity exclaimed, wrapping the crying girl into a warm hug.

Sweetie Belle sobbed for a minute before the love she felt radiating from her big sister dried her tears. The little girl did not immediately let go though, enjoying being nestled between the woman’s big breasts. After a while, the young girl noticed that the heat in her loins was starting to dim and while she was still unsure what it was, she knew she wanted more of it and was starting to realize how to get it.

Pushing out of her sister’s embrace, the prepubescent child leaned back and opened her legs a little. “K. I am ready to give you my cunny now.” Sweetie Belle offered in a shy voice. The offer and the knowledge of the pain to follow worked wonders, making the heat in her belly turn to an inferno.

Rarity blushed at the innocent, yet sexy, display. She then noticed, with some shock, that her little sister’s pussy was dripping with arousal. The fashionista managed to recover quickly and gave the little girl a motherly smile. “Very well. Let us start then.”

Sweetie Belle expected knives to come out but was surprised when the beautiful woman started undressing. The little girl’s eyes were glued to her sister’s body as piece after piece of clothing were removed and stored. She had seen glimpses of Rarity’s body before of course but being allowed to stare at it was something different. The child looked on in envy as her sister’s large breasts bounced into view, the nice curve of her body, leading to her tiny waist before flaring again at her hips, and of course, the woman’s grown up puss which, to her amusement, had it’s pubes shaved into a gem shape.

When Rarity was done undressing, she gently pushed the little girl down and straddled her head in the 69 position. “I am going to do something that will feel really good but will hurt a little at at some point. If this small amount of pain is too much, you’ll still have the chance to change your mind before we do something that can’t be undone. You understand?” She asked in a reassuring tone.

When the little girl nodded, too busy staring at the mature sex hovering over her to speak, Rarity started gently caressing the virgin’s pussy. Smiling at the little gasps that this elicited from the young girl, the diva, knowing that there was no need for foreplay since her little sister was already drenched, started inserting her long fingers into the unspoiled gash.

Sweetie Belle could not help moaning when she felt something push inside her. She had never thought of doing something like that and cursed herself for it. The little girl opened her legs as wide as possible, giving her big sister as much space as she wanted. Looking up between moans, the child stared again at the woman’s puss. If she had to do a comparison, she would say that her’s was a bud while this one was a blooming flower. After another round of moans and shivers from her sis’ dextrous fingers, she decided that she should contribute.

Rarity let out a surprised moan when she felt a hand spread her pussy and tiny fingers enter her. The fashionista was a little ashamed when she realized how wet she had gotten from playing with her little sister. Deciding to up the ante, she brought her head down and started licking the little girl’s clit.

“What are you doing!” Sweetie Belle exclaimed. Then with a blush, she added, “I keep peeing myself. Don’t put your mouth there.”

Rarity quickly put two and two together when she remembered her own confusion when she was young and, suppressing a chuckle, reassured the little girl. “Don’t worry Sweetie, this is not pee. It’s lubrication because your body is ready for sex. It’s perfectly normal.”

Sweetie Belle let out a sigh of relief. Truth be told, she had been a little grossed out that her big sis had also seemed to have peed herself. The strange liquid identified, the young girl resumed plunging her fingers in the pretty puss above her.

Shaking her head in amusement, Rarity continued stimulating the prebubecent slit under her until she could hear the her little sister was almost at her limit. When Sweetie Belle started cumming, the diva rammed her long fingers home, tearing right through the young girl’s maidenhood.

Sweetie Belle felt really weird, the hot feeling was invading her whole body and she could not focus on anything, her fingers barely moving anymore. Then, when she felt teeth gently biting down on her little clitty, the heat exploded and she saw stars as she had her first orgasm. As she was writhing around, in what she thought was the highest pleasure to be had, she felt a sharp pain in her cunny that catapulted her into nirvana.

While her little sister recovered from her mind shattering orgasm, Rarity kept pumping her fingers, making sure to get every last piece of hymen and enjoying making the young girl spasm.

The fashionista got off the bench and went to wash her hands and face. She so hated dirtying her body but this time had been for a good cause. When she came back, Sweetie Belle was looking at her like a godess. “You’ve now experienced pleasure and some pain. Are you sure you still want to do this?” She asked, doing her best to hide her trepidation and failing miserably.

Sweetie Belle’s brain was still foggy from her first orgasm but tried to focus. She thought about the question for a bit. If she did this, she would never feel this pleasure again since she would lose the required equipment. She knew that it would crush her big sis if she backed out now but she could not deny that she wanted more of this pleasure. That’s when a queer thought entered her mind. The fact that she would give all that future happiness to give a gift to her big sister made the heat come back with a vengeance. Thinking that everyone else in Ponyville would get to have fun with their genitals, from her friends, all the way to Diamond Tiara, while she would never get to experience that pleasure again made the decision for her.

“I still want to go through with it,” the little girl declared, moaning a little at the flood of pleasure she got from submitting.

Rarity clapped her hands in glee and rushed to the book. “Very well. Now lie down and relax while I put a couple of spells on you to help,” she explained as her horn already started glowing.

When her little sister obeyed, the diva concentrated on the difficult spells, a little sweat beading on her brow. After the twin bursts of power, the woman slumped on a chair to regain her breath. “How Twilight manages to cast all those crazy spells without a care in the world, I’ll never know,” she complained.

Sweetie Belle was about to sit back up to ask what had been cast but found that her body felt like it weighed a ton. She could move her limbs if she tried really hard but they just inched forward at best. “Wawity?” she tried to ask, her mouth also hard to move. “Rarity?” the young girl tried again, finding that she could still talk well if she focused.

“I’m here Sweetie Belle,” Rarity said as she got up, her energy already back at the prospect of working. “I put a spell that will restrict your movements and another one to stop the bleeding,” the diva explained, glad that the mess would be minimised.

When Sweetie Belle gave a slow nod of acknowledgement, Rarity reached back into a drawer and pulled out a sharp looking knife. She spread her little sister’s legs and placed the blade at about mid thigh. “We’ll now be starting Sweetie Belle. This will hurt a lot but I know you can take it,” the diva encouraged as she pressed down.

The young girl gasped at the sudden pain in her leg. She had gotten hurt a bunch of times during various adventures and this was about on par right now but as her sister continued to cut, the compound pain started to build higher and higher. She could hear Rarity’s melodic voice explain things as she worked and latched onto it as a way to distract herself.

“Now the reason I am starting so far from your genitals is that I will need some skin to make the casing of the clutch and it’s always better if it’s all in one piece. You should see some of the inferior products where the designer did a butcher’s job, what a horrifying waste of a rare resource.” Rarity rattled off as she ran the knife from one leg, around the little girl’s mon, down the other leg, before passing right under the vagina and connecting with where she started.

“I am now flaying the skin off. This spell is so useful! No blood on the knife or my hands,” Rarity said in an enthusiastic tone as she peeled more and more hide from the young girl.

Sweetie Belle could not help the big teardrops streaking down her face when her sister started running the blade under her skin, separating it from her body. The pain was indescribable, yet she could feel her puss spasm at every knife pass. After a few moments, the little girl managed to say, “My cunny... My cunny is going to go!”

Rarity barely had time to get the knife clear before the young girl started weakly squirming around in pleasure. The fashionista was quite surprised that the little girl could cum while being filleted but went with it. The woman gently flicked the little girl’s overly sensitive clit and rubbed the knife’s handle on the engorged vulva to stimulate it until the prepubescent girl calmed down.

While she was glad that her little sister was feeling pleasure in her dreadful position, Rarity wanted to go back to work as fast as possible. She respread the little girl’s legs with her elbows and continued removing the skin with gusto.

The scrapping of the knife brought Sweetie Belle back from heaven. The pain and pleasure mixed together into an amorphous blob and, if she could move, would have been thrusting her hips to meet the blade.

Done with the first step, Rarity moved the flayed skin to one side and repositioned the knife. “I am now going to extract your little cunny. I want you to not move and if you feel like you’re going to cum again, give me lots of warning, this is a very delicate moment,” she said as she started pushing the knife in the prepubescent girl’s loins.

Sweetie Belle’s muscles clenched at the blade’s intrusion. She could feel it digging into her as her big sister started cutting around her recently devirginized hole. The little girl could not help moaning between sobs as she felt the organ slowly being cut from her body. She could feel the heat build again but it was not like before. It felt erratic. Every time that the knife moved, it removed more and more possibility of an orgasm.

When she was done cutting all around the pretty little pussy, Rarity pushed the whole thing to one side and, with her horn providing light, reached in with the knife. “This is the last step Sweetie Belle. I am going to unhook your cunny from your cervix. You’ve been a really good girl up till now. Just keep holding still,” the diva instructed.

The young girl could feel the heat drain from her body as her vagina was cut out. She tried to will one last orgasm but it was a losing battle. She felt her big sister’s hand plunge into the wound and with a final cut, remove all future possibility of that kind of pleasure. She should have felt sad but looking at Rarity’s ecstatic expression as she pulled out her cunny was making the little girl proud.

With a throbbing pain where her genitals used to be, Sweetie Belle watched as the fashionista rushed to another bench and in a flurry of actions and magic, turned her sex organ into the clutch that she so wanted. The young girl flinched when a pair of scissor, held by magic, came right at her face but they simply took a few locks of her hair before retreating.

When she completed her latest work of art, Rarity held it high and twirled in happiness. She hugged the clutch to her naked breasts for a bit before skipping over to show the result of her labor to her little sister. “Look! Look! Look! Oh I know you had to suffer horribly for it but you’ll have to agree that it was worth it!” the diva exclaimed, presenting the clutch for inspection.

Sweetie Belle looked over at what used to be a part of her. The skin that had been taken from her had been cut and sewed in a curving pattern that gave the purse some flare. There were a few gems for accents, one in particular was where her little clitty used to be. Her hair, which the little girl was a bit mad about since she had not been asked before it was taken, had been used as a fur trim. The young girl noticed that her pee hole would now be used to hold a pencil and her other hole already had a couple of bits in it and a lipstick tube.

Sweetie Belle smiled tiredly and said, “You did a great job sis. It looks wonderful.”

“Didn’t I! And since your skin color is the same as mine, it will go with any outfit I wear.” Rarity enthusiastically exclaimed, twirling once again.

The little girl giggled at the display and was about to ask for the weakness spell to be removed when the fashionista calmed down and picked up some other tools before moving back to her side. Sweetie Belle was about to will herself to talk again but Rarity spoke first.

“Your cute little nipples will look so good with these,” the diva said as she turned some water into ice with some magical effort. Rarity picked up the icecube and ran it around the rightmost little nub.

The prepubescent girl squealed at the cold but it was nothing compared to the ache in her loins. She managed to look down and wondered what her big sister was doing.

When the little nip was rock hard, Rarity picked up the piercing needle and ran it through the little bundle of nerve’s base in one smooth motion.

Sweetie Belle moaned at the unexpected pain. She glanced at her sister’s concentrating expression and, deciding that she trusted her, laid her head back down and let the woman do as she willed. The young girl felt something being shoved in her wounded nipple before the whole process was repeated on her left one. She could not help moaning at the sensation. While she could not feel the delicious heat anymore, it still felt really good to let go and let her big sister do as she willed with her body.

“Done! Look how beautiful they are,” Rarity said before realizing that the little girl could barely move her head. Levitating a cushion to her, the woman gently lifted the young girl’s head and placed the pillow under it. “There. Now you can look.”

Sweetie Belle looked down at her chest. She had never seen her nips so big before. The little bars that impaled them each had a pink and purple gem on each side. She was so absorbed with the sight that she did not notice that Rarity had picked up the wicked knife again.

The young girl was so shocked when her big sister pulled on one of her nippled and ran the blade under it, neatly severing it, the stud, and a little bit of her budding breast from her body that she did not even object when the diva did the same thing to the other one. Now looking down at the twin wounds on her chest, the young girl finally shook herself out of her trance but Rarity was away at another desk.

When the fashionista returned, Sweetie Belle was horrified and amazed that her breast tips had been turned into a beautiful pair of earrings. Rarity struck a couple of poses, displaying her latest creation, before she picked up the knife again. “This is so much fun. Thanks again for your great gift Sweetie Belle,” she gushed and she positioned the blade at the base of the young girl’s belly.

The prepubescent girl had been distracted by the twinkling studs on what was previously her nipples as her big sister moved around but was brought back to reality when she felt the knife pierced her body. The little girl groaned in pain and looked down as the knife started to travel towards her head, opening her belly as it went. She was about to scream her objection when Rarity once again beat her to the punch.

“Oh no! My cut veered to the left! I ruined the line!”, the diva exclaimed in horror, stumbling to her sofa and falling on it with a loud sob.

Sweetie Belle was about to summon the strength to talk when Rarity bounced back to her feet.

“No wait! Lines are a thing of the past. This is going to be girl leather so curvy lines would be so much better. I am a genius!” the fashionista announced, her tears forgotten, as she slid back into position beside the reclining child.

“Rarity, what are you doi... Gurk!” Sweetie Belle tried to say when the knife finished it’s trajectory and split her open. The pain, and the sight of her organs as her big sister opened her up, silencing the young girl. The child could only look on in wonder as the diva cut curvy lines all down her arms and legs. She tried to catch the woman’s eyes but Rarity was completely focused on her job, ignoring her.

Sweetie Belle opened her mouth to object but realized that she did not really want to. She did not want to die, of course, but being looked at like a piece of material by her beloved sister made her feel good inside. It was like the more she was demeaned and hurt, the better she felt.

Rarity, her main cuts done, reached in the little girl’s belly, causing Sweetie Belle to grunt in pain, and, with a flick of the sharp blade, pulled out the prepubescent girl’s womb. “This is where a baby would have grown if you had had time to become a woman,” the fashionista explained as she removed the ovaries from the sac. “Oh those are the cutest shade of pale yellow! I know just the thing to do with them,” she said as she once again moved away to another bench.

Sweetie Belle looked at her womb, left lying beside her. She would never know the joy of motherhood. For that matter, she would never know the joy of womanhood either. She would never get her cutie mark! The thoughts should have depressed her but the little girl was pretty sure that if she still had a cunny, she would have came at the realizations.

Rarity came back with a necklace around her neck. It was composed of three gems that looked exactly like her cutie mark and separating each priceless rock was one of her ovaries. The woman had been right and, on her white skin, the blue gems and pale yellow orbs looked great.

“My baby parts look awesome on you sis,” Sweetie Belle praised in a weak voice, a beatific smile on her face.

“Don’t they! Every parts of you is simply divine, dear,” Rarity returned the praise as she looked at her decorated naked body in a full length mirror.

When she was done preening, the beautiful woman returned to her sister and picked up the discarded womb. “Now what to do with this?” she wondered out loud as she tested the tough material with her fingers. “I know! This material is durable yet supple. I could use it to make boot soles,” the diva decided, snapping her fingers.

Sweetie Belle moaned at the news. Her proof of girlhood would be used to walk around. More moans escaped as she imagined her sister walking on ponyville’s dirt roads, using her womb to protect her feet.

Rarity smiled down at her squirming little sister. It was such a relief that the young girl seemed to enjoy herself. The fashionista picked up a cleaver and got the little girl’s attention. “I am going to finish harvesting you now. You are doing so good. Just a little bit more,” the woman cooed.

“Go ahead sis. Take all you want,” Sweetie Belle offered, surrendering completely. The prepubescent girl enjoyed the last fond look her big sister gave her before the woman’s blue eyes hardened as she concentrated on her work.

The cleaver went up and down four times, severing the little girl’s hands and feet. Sweetie Belle looked at the stumps in wonder before her attention was brought back to the diva as she started flaying the rest of her skin off.

“I am sorry Sweetie. I wish it was not so but the book was clear that everything is better quality if taken from a live girl. Just hang on for a bit longer,” Rarity explained when the little girl started crying in pain as her skin was taken off.

Sweetie Belle barely heard her. The little girl was not even aware she was crying. The intense pain had transformed into euphoria in the delirious child’s mind. Each time the blade moved, it felt like when her big sister had plunged her fingers in her cunny. She was not sure how but Sweetie Belle could feel the same kind of sensation as when she had had an orgasm take over.

Rarity was a little concerned when her little sister started weakly spasming but the big goofy smile on the young girl’s face put her worries to rest.

Finally, the diva pulled out the one big piece of hide from the little girl. Examining her work, Rarity felt pride at the professional job. “Oh Sweetie Belle. I know you had such hopes of getting your cutie mark but I am so glad you were a late bloomer. Your pristine skin is now perfect to fully use,” she said as she caressed the material.

Sweetie Belle’s breathing was getting shallow as she looked at her hide in her sister’s hands. She weakly tried to reach up to it but remembered that she could not move much and only had a stump at the end of her arm anyway. The little girl simply smiled at the happiness she had given the jubilant woman.

“One last thing to get while you’re still alive and you can rest. There is this neat thing you can do if the harvested girl is a unicorn,” Rarity explained as she picked up the book. She once again concentrated as she willed her horn’s magic to do her bidding.

Sweetie Belle gasped as the weirdest feeling she had ever experienced took over her body. It felt like all her energy was being drained from her body and slowly being crammed in her little horn.

When Rarity was done with the spell, she pulled out a hand saw and quickly started sawing off the little girl’s glowing horn.

The young girl howled in pain. It felt like her sister was ripping out her life force through her head. Sweetie Belle had one last full body tremor as another ghostly orgasm ripped through her at the torturous debasement she was being subjected to, before she fell still. Sweetie Belle could feel the last of her strength leaving her. As far as she could guess, she had only lasted this long because her magic had sustained her devastated body but now that Rarity had syphoned it out, she felt hollow. The dying girl tried to get her big sister’s attention but she was too tired to move or talk. She managed to get a wheezing croak out but the fashionista was not paying attention, too focused on the object in her hand. And so, with no one to offer her comfort or even witness her passing, the little girl gave one last shudder and died, a small smile on her lips at the last indignity.

Rarity looked at the cute horn in her hand and whispered, “Vibrate.” The thing started to shake and vibrate in her hand, the disembodied young girl’s magic obeying the command, only stopping when the woman said, “Stop.”

Rarity looked down at her little sister to show her this new toy but realized that the child had died during the last harvesting. The diva, a little ashamed that she had not even noticed her passing, bent down to place a kiss on her still warm lips. “Thank you once again, Sweetie Belle. I will create an ensemble that will honor your memory forever,” she vowed.

-- Two days later, at the Sweet Apple Acres --

“Thank you kindly for the meat, Rarity. I just wish that it was from a different source. Are you sure it was worth it?” Applejack said as she basted some more apple sauce on the flank that was cooking on her BBQ.

Twilight Sparkle nodded, trying not to drool at the delicious aroma. “I am also really thankful for the heart and brain you gave me, they will be great ingredients for research, but I am with Applejack. When I lent you that book, I thought you just wanted to study the technique, not use it on little Sweetie Belle. This was quite a big sacrifice,” the purple skinned girl said with concern.

Rarity flipped her hair with the hand holding her new clutch, perfectly displaying the earrings and necklace made from her young sister, and replied, “Oh darlings! It was so worth it. I am not saying that I would ever have forced her to do it, of course, but it would have been a crime to refuse her marvelous offer.”

“Well, if you’re sure... Your new accessories do look mighty fine,” Applejack conceded as she flipped the large piece of meat.

Twilight nodded along with the compliment, also mollified for the moment by the diva’s certainty.

A burst of confetti announced Pinkie Pie's arrival. “LOOK! LOOK! LOOK GUYS!” she shouted as she waved the long stick from where a little girl’s skeleton was hanging, making it dance. “THIS WILL BE THE BEST NIGHTMARE NIGHT DECORATION... EVER!!!” the bundle of energy screamed.

“I’m glad you got over your initial reluctance Pinky. Sweetie Belle loved nightmare night so I am sure she’s quite happy to now be a permanent part of it.” Rarity said, after she got her hearing back from the auditory assault.

Rainbow Dash, who had been flying around as usual, landed beside the fashionista and turned her away from the crowd. Opening her wings as much as possible to block the group’s vision and hearing, she whispered with a blush, “Look... I know I said I would not need it but I tried it yesterday... It was amazing!” Realizing she had shouted that last part, her blue cheeks turned deep purple.

Rarity chuckled at the embarrassed woman. “I am glad you’re enjoying Sweetie Belle’s horn, Rainbow. She was part of your fanclub so I am sure she’s overjoyed to bring you pleasure.”

The blue skinned girl nodded, finding something for her bravado to latch on. “Yeah! As a fan, it’s the least she could do. Thanks Rarity,” she exclaimed as she took off again.

“Thank you again for the entrails, Rarity. It was such a treat for my carnivorous friends.” Fluttershy said in a low voice from the back of the group.

“No problem, Fluttershy. I just wish my gift to you didn’t have to be so goopy and messy.” Rarity almost apologised, smiling at the only girl who had never had a problem with where the product came from since the pale yellow woman was a firm believer in the cycle of life.

“Oh... That was no problem. The only thing is that they seemed to have liked it a bit too much. If you even do it again, I would appreciate whatever pieces you can spare.” The shy girl asked, flinching at her own demand.

“That might happen faster than you think. With the amount of money I made from Filthy Rich, here, I am currently in negotiations with two girls from Manehattan to get their materials,” the white skinned woman said with great enthusiasm, putting a fond hand on the man in question’s arm.

“It’s not like I had much choice,” Filthy Rich said with a chuckle. “When my little girl heard who the material was from, she just HAD to have it. As the years go by, her tastes become more and more expensive. Maybe I’ll eventually have to sell her to you,” he finished, sharing a laugh with the group.

Away from the adults, Scootaloo and Apple Bloom were miserable.

“...And of course, the gloves.” Diamond Tiara finished with a flourish.

The cruel girl was doing a little fashion show for the two glum girls. Displaying the new thigh high boots, skirt, vest, panties and gloves made from their friend. The pink skinned child had initially wanted the outfit to humiliate the rest of the cutie mark crusaders but that had now become just a fringe benefit as she had actually fallen in love with the outfit itself.

The vest’s collar, boots and glove’ rim were fur trimmed with the donor's pink and purple hair, making it match the spoiled child’s color tone. The boots were not only stylish but the most comfortable things that have ever graced her feet. The fingerless gloves made her feel badass, like she could kick somebody’s ass is she wanted. The skirt was short, just on the right side of proper, the curvy lines of the cut were fresh and bold. The cute little jewel decorated pockets on her vest, right where her future breasts would one day be, really brought the whole ensemble together. And the leather panties rubbed her just the right way as she walked around, leaving her in a near constant state of arousal. The fact that Sweetie Belle had to die just to clothe her was the cherry on top.

“Maybe I’ll get daddy to buy you guys from your families and then I’ll have a full wardrobe. And with no cutie marks to mar the design, you’ll be perfect material,” the rich girl taunted as she laughed her ass off.

Scootaloo surged forward, intent on physically shutting up the little bitch, but Apple Bloom held her back.

“We can’t start a fight at my sis’ big cookout. Plus you might damage what’s left of Sweetie Belle,” the red haired girl said.

Seeing Scootaloo deflate, Diamond Tiara’s laughter redoubled. “That’s right! You wouldn’t want to rip this. Plus if you did, your families would definitely have to sell you to pay for the damage,” the young girl taunted once again.

She was about to say something else but then stepped in something squishy. Looking down in horror, she lifted her new boot out of the animal droppings. “Fuck! My shoe!” the rich girl screeched as she tried to scrape the mess from her sole.

Diamond Tiara then realized what she had shouted and that a silence had descended on the farm. Looking back over her shoulder, she saw all the adults looking at her in shock and her dad walking toward her with a dark frown.

“Young lady. That language is inexcusable,” he said as he roughly grabbed her arm and pulled her over his knee. Without another word, he flipped her short skirt and started spanking his wayward child.

The two remaining cutie mark crusaders shared a smile at the turn of events before realizing that, in a way, Sweetie Belle was also receiving the punishment since the panties still graced the little brat’s rear.

-- That same night --

Rarity sat on her bed and stretched, enjoying the feel of the silken nighty sliding on her body, before falling backward on the poofy mattress. This had been a great day and a lot more were to come if she could break into the girl leather market.

“All thanks to you my dear,” the diva said as she reached for a small jewelry case on her nightstand. The box’s cover was made of beautiful white leather and imbedded in it were her young sister’s beautiful green eyes. “You’ve made all this possible and my future's looking bright,” she finished as she placed a kiss on the box before putting it away and closing the lights, her dreams full of future parties and designs.
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