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As careful as she could, Rarity placed the final jewel into the final slot, and then applied her full weight to push it down. The metal rim expanded, allowing the jewel to slide, and then quickly contracted, sealing it tightly in place. Rarity smiled at that, and trotted backwards. Each jewel was about the size of her hoof, and in a range of colors. Up close, it just looked like a blob of colors, but as she moved farther and farther back, the design eventually took shape, and was revealed to be an elegant scene, displaying Princess Celestia (crafted with several white gems for the body and a rainbow array for the mane,) looking up at the sun. It was the sun that had given her the most trouble. A big yellow blob in the sky wasn't easy to make interesting, but the cascading range of gold, yellow, red, orange, all in different shades, managed to make it glow. Rarity gave a sigh of relief, and looked over her shoulder to the enormous purple face of Twilight Sparkle. Twilight smiled as she looked the flag over, and nodded. "It's beautiful."

"I couldn't have done it without you, Twilight. Every gem is exactly one centimeter from every other, and every one is a different shade, even if just slightly though. Of course, the philistines that pollute this town won't appreciate it, but... I'll know. And I am sure Princess Celestia will understand my work."

"I am too." Twilight Sparkle giggled, and the force of the vibrations knocked the miniscule Rarity off her hooves. "A-are you excited about her coming to visit? This will be her first official appearance since the Second Reign of Discord. There will be delegates from the East and the South. There is talk a representative of the Griffon Kingdom might even be coming. And..." Twilight Sparkle looked left to right, as if someone might be at the windows, peering in. With a hushed voice, she said, "There are even rumors that Queen Chrysalis will be in attendance, though she will probably be using a glamour spell. But Princess Celestia wants to take steps to prevent a threat like Discord returning. It seems she has come to accept that us ponies can't do it all alone. This flag will represent Princess Celestia, and us ponies on Equestria. All the delegates are bringing flags of the finest material they can muster."

With new reverence, Rarity turned to the flag she had spent the past week perfecting. Celestia had said the flag was important, and that she was trusting Rarity with it. But truthfully, Rarity had assumed she was just being generous with her praise. She had spent the entire week locked inside her workshop, hoping to make Celestia proud, and did believe she had succeeded. Now, as she looked at it... "It's not good enough..." she muttered.

"Rarity, it's perfect. In fact, if it's alright, I'm going to go to Princess Celestia for a final approval. I think she's going to love it though."

Rarity watched as magenta magic embraced the flag, and then as the flag was neatly folded to be placed into Twilight Sparkle's satchel bag. "Princess Celestia will adore it, I promise." And Twilight Sparkle turned to leave.

"Uhm... Twi," Rarity said.

"Yes," the purple pony asked, turning around.

"...Could you give me back my size?"

The expression Twilight Sparkle wore for several moments could only be described as "derpy." A nervous giggle escaped her lips, and she lowered her head, horn sparking. "I... I promise, I would not have gotten too far before I remembered. And, thank you so much for letting me practice the Size Change spell on you. After seeing Princess Celestia do it... it was just so cool! Right, right, here goes. Rarity, grow."

Magenta magic gently embraced Rarity, who had to giggle at the oddly ticklish feel of the arcane brushing her fur. Her body slowly, slowly began to expand, gradually growing thicker and fuller and heavier, until she was about the size of a foal. When that large, she leapt off the table (as her increasing weight might cause it to shatter beneath her,) and bounced from hoof to hoof until back to her normal size. "I still don't get how it works."

"Princess Celestia calls it 'the Hammer Space Value.' Your excess mass is stored in the area... between the lines of all the other mass. And, to perform a growth spell, you take the mass in the area between all the other mass to give you form. Does that make sense?"

"Not really," Rarity admitted. "But then, what does it matter? It worked, and I feel fine. And I doubt I could have done the flag without it, or at least it wouldn't have been as easy." Rarity allowed a dainty yawn to escape her lips. "You can take that to the castle. I think I'm going to get a few winks in."

Twilight Sparkle gently nuzzled Rarity's cheek before turning and trotting out the door, using her magic to open it and then letting gravity swing it shut. Her mind was racing, thinking about standing before Princess Celestia, and a visible bounce was in each of her steps as her hooves made a clip-clop noise down the road. Her attention was on what was ahead, not behind, so she did not notice as a large rock was casually kicked into the path of the swinging door, preventing it from closing and locking. Rarity, suddenly feeling a week's worth of fatigue all at once, was already headed to the kitchen. She didn't notice the door failed to click, implying the lock was in place.

She filled her tea kettle with water, and then placed it on the burner. Tea and cream before bed always helped her sleep. She yawned again as the water started to boil, and then looked around. "Opal?" she asked. "Opal, I'm sorry I've been neglecting you. Mommy has just been busy." She squatted down, and peered beneath the counter, spotting her white cat curled into a ball, shivering and whining weakly. "Opal, what's wrong?" Rarity lowered to her belly and reached a hoof forward, trying to gently stroke her Persian cat, who only whined and hissed at the approaching hoof. Rarity scooted back, confused, when her nostrils twitched, and she noticed an awful smell. She almost gagged, but before she could, a rope had slipped over her neck and yanked hard, strangling her just a moment and pulling her off her hooves.

"We have you pretty pony," came a snarling voice, followed a trio of deep chuckles. "You're ours, and we aren't ever going to let you go."

It was the smell of the trio of Diamond Dogs that Rarity found most repulsive. She could close her eyes to their ugly face or ignore the horny fingers squeezing at her skin, but she had to breathe, and the repulsive odor of their fur and breath left her gagging.

"You stole from us," one of them snarled, giving the noose a sharp tug. "You stole all our gems."

"You kidnapped me!" Rarity shouted, tugging and ripping at the rope, flailing her hooves madly. Soon, she felt heavy weights on her arms, perhaps two of the dogs pinned her down, and she found she could not move save a weak wiggle. She dared to open her eyes and look about, and found the leader of the trio face to face with her, green eyes narrowed to sharp slits.

"You are going to pay for stealing from us. For tricking us."

Rarity's horn sparked, but before she could do anything, a stiff paw whacked her forehead, making her shudder. "We are going to take everything from you," the dog explained, his breath putrid. "We are going to take all of what you took from us, and then work you as a mule until you break."

There was a noise, somewhere off in the other room, as the front door swung open. Rarity could faintly hear Twilight Sparkle's voice, as she called out, "Rarity. Sorry to bother you, I just forgot the spell book that has the shrinking spell. I figure I will bring it back to the Canterlot library while I'm there."

The noose around her neck tightened, and Rarity was dragged to a corner of the kitchen. The largest of the dogs took her in a stiff bear hug, before one of his paws found her muzzle and kept it tightly closed. She mumbled and kicked, but the grip tightened, until her nostrils were covered by the thick skin of the dog's pad, and she found she could not breathe. Of course, that only made her fight and struggle harder. Even as the leader of the trio squatted down and told her to stay quiet, she struggled, until she started to feel faint.

Twilight Sparkle shrugged, guessing Rarity had headed off for her nap, and spotting the spell book on the table, lifted it with her magic and placed it in her saddlebag. She was just turning to leave when she heard the whistle of the tea pot in the kitchen, and intrigued, she trotted forth.

"Stupid mule!" the lead dog shouted, gripping Rarity's horn and throat tight. What he intended to do, the mare hadn't a clue. Snap her neck, or break off her horn, or any number of horrible things. Her eyes almost bulged out of her head as she watched the muscles in his arms tense and prepare, when suddenly she heard Twilight Sparkle's voice.

"Dogs, shrink!"

Magenta magic rocketed out of the purple pony's horn. The lead dog still yanked, and a shudder of pain rippled through the glamorous mare, but he did not succeed in breaking her horn off. After a moment, she fought and wiggled and kicked, and managed to break free of the largest dog's grip. She trotted forward quickly, taking up residence behind Twilight Sparkle, shaking something fierce. "They-they were going to..."

"It's alright Rarity. They won't be able to hurt you now."

Twilight Sparkle looked to the three dogs, quickly losing their size. Then to an empty jar that Rarity must have just cleaned. She picked up the jar with her magic, and then guided it forward, scooping the three dogs up before they could flee and infest the house. She placed the jar on the table, and then looked to Rarity, who at least had stopped shaking. "You OK?" she asked.

Rarity nodded. "Yeah just... jeez, my horn." Her lip quivered as she gently rubbed it, massaged it. A sore spark rippled through it every so often. Twilight Sparkle leaned close to inspect it. "I don't see any damage, and I don't sense any magic escaping. Will you please go see Nurse Sweetheart though? Or Zecora, just in case."

Rarity nodded. "I will." She looked to the Diamond Dogs, and glared. "What about them?"

"Invading Ponyville, taking one of its citizens hostage, threatening them, assault. They've got a lot of answer to."

Rarity continued to stare. "Everyone is so busy preparing for Princess Celestia and the delegates. Asking them to deal with the Diamond Dogs would just put more of a burden on the system."

"Yeah, I guess..."

"So... why don't you just leave them here for the time being? I'll look after them until after all this is done, and then we can turn them over to the proper authorities."

"Are you sure you can handle them, Rarity?"

"Of course I can!" Rarity exclaimed. "They're not going to turn back to normal size, are they?"

"No. Even if Diamond Dogs could use magic, the spell is very advanced."

Rarity placed her head under Twilight Sparkle's tail, and began to push her towards the still open front door. "Now, you go get to Canterlot and show Princess Celestia my work. See what she says. Send Owilicious if anything needs to be changed. I'll take the first train over."

"Rarity, are you sure you're alright," Twilight Sparkle asked, just before she was pushed through the threshold of the door.

But the glamorous mare nodded quickly, and then closed the door with her rear leg, before trotting back into the kitchen.

Housed inside the jar, the dogs were utterly petrified as Opalescence, attracted by the miniscule animals, began to nudge it gently with her head. Inch by inch, it approached the side of the table, and the sheer drop to the ground. If the fall didn't kill them, surely the cat, eagerly licking her lips, would. They panicked and begged and pleaded, but all their prayers fell onto deaf ears, until at last Opalescence was suddenly hoisted into the arms of Rarity.

"Bad kitty," she said, though couldn't help giving the cat a soft nuzzle. "Opal, would you go play with your toys. These are for me," she said with a soft smile, and after gently kissing her cat, she set it down on the ground. A gentle bop on the rump sent the cat off, walking casually, though once or twice the cat did turn around and glare at Rarity, who was now only concerned with the dogs housed inside the jar.

Rarity attempted to use her magic, but a painful migraine tore through her skull until she stopped. She sighed, taking the time to walk to the mirror and inspect her horn. No visible damage, and Twilight Sparkle said no magic was seeping out of the horn. But it hurt. Perhaps she had pulled a magic muscle in her horn, and time and rest would eventually heal the wound.

She picked up the jar the old fashioned way, and balanced it on her back, before carefully trotting to her bedroom and locking the door behind her. She set the jar down carefully and then looked down into it, at the three little dogs, all huddled close, babbling and whimpering like puppies. For a long time, Rarity stared. Every so often, a look of sheer rage crossed her face and the whimpers of the dogs grew louder. But then her face softened and she simply stared.

"I never got your names," she said. "What are your names?"

The grey dog, with the medium build, was the first one to speak. "Rover," he said.

"Fido," said the largest one, the one who had nearly smothered her without even realizing.

"Spot," said the last.

"Well, dogs, I am Rarity. In fact, Mistress Rarity has a nice ring to it I do believe. That's what you will address me as, Mistress Rarity."

The three dogs all stared up at her. Their sentiment was finally voiced by Rover, who gave a baffled, "What?"

Rarity's hoof knocked the jar at the top, and caused it to topple over. The dogs fell with it, and soon landed on the jar's side. Rarity tipped the jar over further, until its open top was embracing the ground, and the three dogs found themselves on the ground. Rarity removed the jar and casually placed it right side up.

When she sat down, her large hips and plot caused the ground to rumble slightly, and the dogs to all be knocked off their feet. She pushed her hooves out in front of her, sitting in an oddly dog like fashion, her wall sized hooves now resting before the three Diamond Dogs.

"I need a volunteer," she said. The three dogs all stared up at her, baffled, until she slammed one of her fore hooves into the ground before him. "I need one," she said again.

Rover looked back at Spot, and made a gesture with his hand that told him to go forward. Spot didn't dare move until Fido kicked him in the seat and sent him stumbling ahead of the little group.

Rarity once more rose to her hooves, and took a brief step forward. Her large fore hoof landed on top of Spot, and smothered him from the world, sealing him beneath the titanic wall of off white. "Hmmm... now, another volunteer," she said.

"Fido," Rover said. "Get going."

"But boss!"

"Do it!" Rover shouted, and head held low, Fido casually trotted forward.

On the heel of her hooves, Rarity spun around so she was facing the other direction. Her left rear hoof came to rest upon poor Spot, who had just enough time to take a breath between crushes. The glamorous mare's enormous plot was now hovering over Rover and Fido both, and growing inexplicably larger as Rarity slowly began to sit.

Because Rover was the farthest back from the ground, the planet sized plot known as Rarity's ass was suddenly upon him, smothering him and not even letting a whimper or groan escape before the flesh was over him. Rarity's rump was delightfully squishy, sparing him a crushing embrace, but breath was not filling his desperate lungs, and he found himself desperately gasping. Fido found himself corralled between the large thighs of the mare, as she settled down and sat fully.

"Little monsters," Rarity muttered. "Come into my house, attack me. Have you any idea how tired I am always being the damsel in distress? And after an entire week of sleepless nights!"

"We're sorry!" Fido screamed.

"Yes, you're sorry because now I'm the one with the power. Because now you are the ones who are weak. I am tired and sore, and you three are going to help me. Maybe, if you do a good job, I'll even let you go."

"Pony!"

"Mistress Rarity," she corrected, and leaned back slightly. A pained howl echoed from under her shapely plot as Rover was squished beneath her cheeks, and a little giggle escaped her lips. It felt like it had been a week since she had last sat down. A sleepless week, fetching gems, setting them into the flag, fetching more, pulling them out to set them again because she happened to notice the smallest flaw. She had been powered by coffee and caffeine drinks, but now with the flag safely on its way to Canterlot, she finally had a chance to just sit and relax. And having a trio of little helpers didn't hurt. She was sleepy, truth be told, but before that, she really did want to have some fun. And teach these little beasts just who was boss.

Her hooves were weary from all the walking and standing she had done. She was not an earth walker, and was not ashamed that her hooves were accustomed to being pampered. When all this was over, she would schedule a day at the spa with Twilight Sparkle and Fluttershy, but for now, a squirming, wiggling, writhing little dog under her hoof was the best she could hope for.

Spot was warm and furry, and grinding her hoof side to side left a funny tingle on her hoof. Spot was scratching and clawing, and the wall of off white that smothered him did yield when he pushed, giving him a glimmer of hope. Rarity lifted her hoof up, letting him breath, and then pushed it back down. Spot's stout, stocky build meant she could smother him fully, and applying just a bit more pressure, the rim of her hoof nearly touched the ground. The middle of her hoof, soft and warm and squishy, overwhelmed the dog. Fighting it was like fighting a giant pillow. And still he squirmed. Giggles escaped Rarity, from the hoof massage of her little helper, though whenever his struggles started to grow too faint, she lifted her hoof up and allowed him to breath.

She was not nearly so gentle with Rover, who was smothered completely beneath her impressive plot. He was the leader of the trio, that much was clear. The others were just followers, and although that didn't absolve them of their crimes, she could at least felt a tug of mercy for them in her heart. Besides, Rover seemed the most durable, and the way he was squirming underneath her was nothing short of a dream. He really was a fighter. Rarity was not a Pegasus, and although her lower body was impressive, she lacked the toned muscle that somepony like Rainbow Dash possessed. Her fatty cheeks yielded as the tiny dog squirmed, and soon she felt he was actually crawling along the ground, in the direction he must have assumed was a way out. She encouraged him to crawl by rolling slightly to her side and alleviating some pressure on his body, giving him a path.

She giggled as she felt Rover finally reach the cleft of her rump, and quickly sat down fully. Her fatty cheeks, which would normally spread apart slightly, now squeezed like unmerciful walls upon the dog, who used all his strength to keep from being crushed. His nails dug into the fur and fat, trying to claw his way out but only succeeded in earning giggles from the giant mare, who found the scratching delightful. Realizing that he could not get out from the sides, Rover lifted his claws and scratched at the furless crack of the pony's ass, hoping perhaps without a layer of fur to protect her, she might feel something.

And Rarity did feel something. She wiggled her hips side to side, grinding her rump down, and when the scratching and clawing doubled, giggles escaped her. Occasionally, one of the claws scratched over her moist, quivering pucker and made her whole body shake. It was that sensation, the way the claws scratched an itch she didn't realize she had, that she craved, and kept applying pressure until at last he was furiously clawing at her quivering vent. She lifted up enough that his howls could escape the embrace of her flesh, and then abruptly sat back down, savoring the feel.

Fido, still standing between the mare's legs, did think about running. The low hum escaping Rarity's throat implied that she was distracted by her two servants, and he wondered if he might slip away unnoticed. But even if he somehow escaped this one room, just outside the door was the prowling Persian cat, whose treatment of him would probably be even worse than that of the mistress.

A hoof came behind his back, and he felt himself pushed forward, towards the supple curve of the mare's crotch. He was pressed gingerly against the soft, yielding flesh, and immediately came to life, fighting and stirring and beating against her. Rarity continued to grind herself left and right, rubbing her rump against the ground and the minuscule dog pinned beneath her. She applied pressure to Spot, under her hoof, and when at last she felt she had had enough, she kicked him over the ground and stepped on him with her other hoof, starting the massage a new.

Fido beat against the smooth curve of the mare's crotch, struggling to escape the embrace of her hoof at his back. He kicked and clawed, until suddenly the wall in front of him yielded, and his forepaw slipped into someplace warm and moist. A horrified shudder ran through him, and although he tried to pull his hand out, Rarity adjusted her grip, and pressed his upper half against the part in her flesh.

Spot was finally given his reprieve as Rarity lifted her hoof off of him, and instead placed her hooves on the ground. She leaned her body forward, her crotch rolling forth and now pinning Fido beneath her full weight. Rover squirmed and kicked, just managing to squeeze his chest out of the smothering glutes, but found his legs and tail still pinned beneath her tender crack, her flexing anus mere inches from his head. And, off in the distance, there was an odd gurgling noise, muffled by layers of fur and muscle, but vaguely distinct. Rover watched as the anus flexed once, and then expanded wide. A moment later, accompanied by a baritone rumble, a gust of wind rushed out from between Rarity's impressive cheeks, washing Rover in the sickening odor.

Rarity's cheeks turned bright red, and she actually hid her face with a hoof from the three dogs. "I... I'm sorry. That wasn't very lady like."

Groaning softly, she felt her belly rumble as it had before. Her belly had suffered from stress and the sleepless nights of the week past, and her stomach was churning to alleviate all the pressure. Another baritone rumble, and the anus flexed grimly, before a gust of gas washed over Rover, making him gag. "Oh, come on now. Your breath smelled far worse than that, every time you decided to breathe on me." She rolled back, once more smothering the dog under her rump, and released one final fart upon him. The force actually lifted her off the ground, if only slightly. Her belly seemed to have calmed down, and she stood up. Looking down between her rear legs, she had to giggle at the little dog, gagging and gasping at the cloud he was stuck in. Fido was laying on his back as well, his chest and arm completely drenched in juice from his time between Rarity's legs. Spot didn't look hurt, but refused to move, perhaps afraid that any movement would be taken as an act of defiance, and earn him another crushing.

Truthfully, Rarity's focus was solely on Rover. She took the time to retrieve her jar, and then placed Fido and Spot inside it. She doubted they would be able to escape, but just to be safe she screwed a lid on. When she noticed their hisses and pleas, she knocked a hole in the jar with a knife to allow air to enter and escape, and then turned her attention back to Rover. A cruel grin was spread across her usually supple features. She trotted to Rover, and then placed her rear hooves down so they corralled the miniscule dog. His eyes flickered up, and he stared at the enormous rump that had been the object of his torture, and let out a pitiful scream as her rear legs folded and she began to sit down.

Rather than squished beneath her buttocks again, it was the curve of her crotch that pressed upon Rover's back, squeezing him against the ground. Warmth washed over his body, as the lips, opened by the "affection" that Fido had showed not minutes ago, began to squeeze and slurp over the grey dog's shape. Howls and struggles followed as Rarity pressed down harder and harder, lifted up and pressed down hard again. Trickles of white oozed out from between her legs, sloshing over the dog, as she grinded her crotch down harder and harder. Soon, the delightful bulk was brushing against her silky inner walls, making her tingle.

Rarity sat up slowly. Stretching her rear legs out in front of her, she spread them apart, and then braced herself on her fore hooves. Her body was quaking. The surprisingly pleasant bulk of dog, resting inside her lips, brought tired tears to her eyes. The way he fought and kicked and punched, the way he howled and snarled, her insides wide...

Her head tilted back, and a choked gasp escaped her lips. She shook and whined, grinding down upon the Diamond Dog inside her, until feeling a weary bliss touch her heart. A trickle of white oozed out from between her legs, Rover sliding forward on the wave and landing as a wet heap, a few inches away from the groin.

Rarity sighed, and then yawned, the fatigue of the week finally hitting her like the tackle from an infatuated Big Macintosh. She got to her legs slowly, and leaned down, nipping Rover by the tail in her teeth. She was not bothered by the juice that coated him, although the taste of his fur on her tongue was rather revolting. Still she tolerated it as she walked to the jar and unscrewed the lid, before dropping the dog in with his fellows. She sealed the lid tight, and just to be safe poked another few holes in it. Then it was off into the bathroom to take a nice, long, hot shower.

Now wearing an evening robe and adorable matching slippers, Rarity returned to her room. Opalescence was knocking and batting at the jar, trying to get the tasty treats inside, but after a scolding from Rarity, she leapt onto the bed to sleep. Rarity placed the jar right side up, and then smiled in at the occupants. "I must admit, you three are wonderful for stress relief. Oh, don't worry, I'll have Twilight return you to your normal size when things have calmed down. Although, do ask yourself, would being with me be that bad, especially when the alternative is a life sentence in the palace's dungeon." She smiled softly. "Think it over. I've always wanted to have pets."

Opalescence lifted her head.

"Oh relax, you're more of a sidekick."

The cat stared a moment, but then curled into an adorable ball. Rarity scooted under the covers, and set her head down, hoping that tomorrow her horn would stop hurting.