The once famous Coloratura, but now performing as herself, Rara has gone from town to city, ever since Svengallop was no longer her manager, she was able to lead her own path down a more relaxing and peaceful route, still showing her beautiful music and singing to the land of Equestria as she went, all thanks to Applejack and her friends after exposing Svengallop long ago. She had just finished her performance in Manehattan as it was now midnight. She was offered by her team if she needed a ride to a hotel, but she told them she wanted to have a walk on her own along the way as she wanted to get a good sight of every she went once she makes it to the hotel. After leaving the theatre of where she performed, she trotted down the sidewalk, wearing her performance dress as she always did for when she was on stage. She sighed relaxingly as she continued her walk, her eyes watching all the lights around, as Manehattan was just as active at night as it were the day time. She continued her stroll as she decided to take a shortcut through an empty alley. Trotting down the way, it seemed like nopony was around, so there could possibly be any potential danger. She sighed in relief as she continued down the way, hoping she won't find anything suspicious along the way.
One huge, easy mistake for lovely mares such as Rara was to roam the city streets alone at night. Sure, it is always beautiful under the lights and stars, but it’s what’s away from the lights that should be taken into consideration. Many strangers are friends with the dark, hidden from those they seek to stalk or follow. The singer was no different as right on her side was a simple alley, where a cloaked mare has her eyes set on the new target. The mysterious unicorn wasn’t the only one to do this, for there are others conducting similar activity she does and it’s only a matter of time until Rara finds out up front. These cloaked unicorns keep their names secret, and only go by lettered names as their alias’. The mare after Rara was known as ‘Cee’, as her base of operations was of course Manehattan, while others operated in other towns and cities commonly known in Equestria. Her eyes underneath the darkness of her hood followed as Rara went along, observing the beautiful singers detail in both body and beauty. Rara was pure treasure, and it was a wonderful opportunity to collect her for the collection requires a new masterpiece to be gazed upon.
“My-my, the one and only gorgeous Countess Coloratura… She’ll make a fine addition to the rest, indeed…” Cee whispered to herself, deciding to keep at a close distance to the singer.
Rara kept her stroll as she was nearly halfway out of the alley. Though once passing by the cloaked pony who was blended in the darkness, Rara felt the funny feeling she wasn't alone in the alley. She stopped before turning around. Her eyes beamed and inspected the area around, unable to find anything before turning her back toward whoever was watching her as she couldn't find anything.
"I can't help but feel like somepony's watching me." she said to herself, her voice sounding trembling. She's never been out on her own before, especially in Manehattan.
When she used to be Coloratura, she was always escorted by guards and such, never having set foot on her own. This was a first time experience for a singer to be alone, and vulnerable.
"I need to get to my hotel room now..." Rara felt a twist in her gut, already she didn't want to stick around any further. So, she trotted forward, only that she was speed trotting, hoping to make it out of the alley without looking like she was in a hurry.
It was always a cute moment to these cloaked unicorns, seeing their prey grow a sense of paranoia on their surroundings before deciding to flee from the scene, having little to no idea of what they’re getting put into. Rara trotted at a quick pace to be out into the public again where any pony can be seen safely, but Cee trotted calmly, confident that she would catch up. Surely enough, she knew her surroundings quite well, and went around the alley, hopping over crates and dumpsters with ease or climbing over fences.
“This looks like it’ll be too easy. Though, hopefully she gives a bit of a challenge, don’t want it to get too boring like some of the others.” Cee managed to get ahead of Rara, like she knew she would, and waited for her visitor to get closer.
Rara felt a bit of sweat begin to form from her forehead. Deep in her gut she knew something was wrong. She was only a few feet away to reaching the sidewalk open of the city as she looked back over her shoulder one last time. Nothing. Just garbage cans and building balconies on the sides of buildings, but nopony in sight.
"It's probably just my imagination." she sighed to herself as she put up a smile, keeping her head forward as she was finally out of the alley... or so it was.
Whatever peeks of city lights Rara saw were now covered in shadows as the once hidden unicorn simply shifted in front of her, trapping the beautiful singer. There was nowhere else for her to go.
“Why hello there, Miss Coloratura. It’s a pleasure to meet a famous pony under these circumstances. Odd, though, for somepony elegant like you roaming around dangerous alleys such as these hours. A short cut, I presume?” Cee was frightening from the looks of it, having her face completely hidden and having a calm, but almost cold voice. She sounded kind to the best of her ability, but why be friendly or make friends with soon-to-be trophies?
Rara nearly had a heart attack as she was met by the mysterious cloaked unicorn. She fell on her back as she was crawling right back into the alley, keeping her distance from the mysterious pony. She had never seen somepony so mysterious with just a cloak on. She couldn't make of her face, as all she could clearly see was her muzzle and her horn. Being called by her actual name, it was no surprise to her she was still known for having some performance history around Manehattan. She shook her head as she turned away, unable to even look at the unicorn for being so startled.
"No kidding. I was just sightseeing, and being on my own for once. I was just about to head to the hotel I booked..." her heart was pumping fast after that scare. She got back up to her hooves as she returned to trotting, this time going past the cloaked mare as she hoped to forget this encounter.
"You shouldn’t be scaring ponies like that, especially in something as suspicious as a cloak." she remarked to the Cee.
"If you'll excuse me, I'm going back now." Rara dismissed herself as she goes past the unicorn, about to make her way out of the alley once more.
“I guess you can say that a few friends and I don’t tend to show off our faces, it’s easier to say that we’re shy.” She stood her posture and kept her keen eye on the trembling mare. She gave a humorous pout when she saw Rara turn away, knowing that her appearance has made an effect on her already. Rara made her way to the streets, though Cee followed persistently, not allowing the famous singer to slide away that easily.
“My appearance may look scary, madam, but looks can be deceiving. It is rude, however, to turn away from a welcoming pony who just wants to talk.” She speeds up and turns, blocking Rara from her path once again.
“I’m more outgoing than you think I look, honest.”
Rara nearly cried out as she was blocked by Cee once more. She Rara shut her eyes as she looked away from her. The two were alone, near another open alley where it was just the two. She was slowly backing away, not wanting to make any eye contact with the persistent mare.
"What do you want from me?" Rara's voice nearly choked out. Already she was unable to focus. She was scared of her, oblivious to what intentions she has towards her.
The periwinkle muzzle sticking out of the hood showed Cee’s light smile, only inches away from a mischievous grin. She took small steps closer to the mare, trying to keep her strange and intimidating behavior.
“I just wanted to meet the world famous Coloratura, of course, isn’t it obvious? Many ponies could shiver nervously, hesitating to meet such a pretty performer, but not this mare. I’m a fan who likes to meet their favorite singers. Even then, you’re a perfect candidate for our collection…” She observed Rara up close and saw that she was a perfect fit. She had a nice body for the standard mare, and it was enough to cover up in the ropes she had hidden under her cloak.
“You should consider yourself lucky, now that I think about it. You’re adored by countless ponies just by being inches away from them on a stage, but some can now adore you in a display close by,” Cee joked as she pulled out one end of a bundle of ropes, showing the long thick string in front of Rara, moving it around like she was being measured.
Rara couldn't take it anymore. Hearing the comment of being a candidate to her collection already unsettled her. She shook her head as she turned for the alley. Already, she was going to bolt for it, hoping to get away from this scary mare.
"I've got to get away from her!" she cried in her head.
"I need to find help!"
Cee watched as Rara ran the other way, but didn’t express much distress seeing her target flee. If anything, she gave an annoyed grunt, taking out a few white clothes from her cloaks pockets.
“I hate it when this happens, mares like you should be more cooperative,” she spoke out loud for Rara to hear, showing her disfavor for the singer’s rudeness.
“Looks like I’ll have to do everything myself, then. Make sure not to run too fast, madam, or you won’t see where you’ll crash into!” She levitated the clothes to the frightened, trotting mare as they opened up and wrapped around Rara’s head, blindfolding her eyes and tightly gagging her mouth, blinding her and blocking any means of her shouting for help. The ropes were not too far behind, slithering like a snake as it inches closer and closer to Rara.
“Granted, I always anticipate for this part. It’s quite fun for us.”
Rara's pupils shrunk into prick points as she saw a levitated white cloth soon slip around around head, being blinded from seeing. She stopped on her hooves, trying to keep her balance as she couldn't see. She opened her mouth wide as she was going to scream for help, but the secondary cloth beat her from having any hope of escape. She felt the soft cloth slip around her muzzle, the white cloth tight and pressed around her lips. She stood still as she shivered in place. She couldn't scream, or run, as she was doomed right on the spot while the live rope was slithering towards her thanks to the levitating magic of Cee after her.
"Mmphh!... MMmm!" she muffled under her gag. She wanted to scream and cry out desperately, but the cloth was tight around her mouth as it barely sounded anything but muffles under a pillow.
“At least you know when to remain still for me, like the obedient mare you’ll soon become.” The ropes have been placed around Rara’s shoulders and then swirled down around her body, lowering slowly as they want to constrain every muscle of hers.
There were various ends of ropes approaching her, beginning the restricting process at any part of the body. She would soon resemble a mummified mare from years ago.
“And don’t worry about it too much, Coloratura, you’ll soon find this very pleasant, especially when I take you to your new home. Many mares like you had to go through this and each one began to appreciate the blissful state that they were brought into… And are still in, as far as I’m aware.” Cee explained in a reasonable manner.
Rara felt her spine tingle as she felt the soft slither ropes slowly climb and swirl around her shoulder region. She feels them swirl and coil along down her body. She listened to the Cee who educated her that she wasn't the only one who's been in the same situation she is in right now. Other ponies have been napped from their homes, from the streets, disappearing without a trace as it seemed. Rara's heartbeat thumped increasingly as she couldn't imagine being a new addition to all those innocent ponies who have been kidnapped. She muffled underneath her cloth, wanting to retaliate and talk back at her kidnapper, all while the ropes did their work around her body. Her hooves shivered as she stood still, helpless as the ropes proceeded to mummify her from her shoulders and going down her chest.
"Mmmphh!... mmm, mm mmm!" she muffled out, something along the lines of "Why would you do this?... what can you hope to accomplish from kidnapping ponies away from their homes!"
Rara’s fore hooves were nearly pinned as she could only squirm her soft shoulder around. Her upper body was close to bounded in this sudden rope cocoon, forcing the mare to stand up as she would fall on the ground without any support.
“Judging by those distressed and confused muffles of yours, you seem more curious, I hope. Well, remember that comment I made of how some ponies who adored you would be nervous to approach you? Nervous little hooves hesitating to even say hello… Well, let’s just say this is an easier approach for them to meet you and all that you’ll do is remain still, caught in a happy, blissful trance. You remain still in those comfy ropes, smiling entranced as ponies will observed your beauty and cuteness, deciding whether to keep you as their blissful toy or not.” The ropes soon brushed over Rara’s belly, pulling in the loose gown she always wore as it was being replaced with the brown, fuzzy coil-like strings.
Rara listened to the Cee’s info of what she would become of this, once she is taken from the very spot she stood in. She stood upright as she could move her frontal hooves no longer, feeling the fuzzy ropes slip and wrap around, already her upper body was swallowed under the tight securing ropes. Hearing that she would be entranced, to be still, she would be inspected while she would appear cute and proud to be in a happy state of a trance. The sound of that made her think that ponies alike are being collected as artifacts or works of art, once they are all tied up and under some kind of trance.
"Mmmm?... Mmmphh Mmmm!" she muffled, questioning Cee further in wonder, something like "To be approached easily? But I always am open to most of my fans... I would very much welcome my fans, friends, and families, than a scary pony napper like yourself to even dare take me away!"
“So much disbelief in that muffled tone of yours… Some ponies could see how open you are, but have you ever taken into consideration that others might not know that? They aren’t so sure to find out, even. They prefer to have a pony right there for them to admire and adore, without the need for any rudeness or disobedience towards them. What better way to provide that than good old fashion hypnosis?” As Cee explained, she levitated a golden pocket watch and dangled it, making sure Rara heard the little clinks of the watch’s chain to emphasize what she was talking about. While she spoke, Rara’s once glowing cutie mark was now engulfed in the strong, tightening ropes as they now reached her hind hooves. It would only take a few more loops before she was ready to be taken away.
“I mean, for example, you might have heard of that supermodel back in Canterlot? Fleur de Lis? A few stallions, and mares even, flustered at the thought of her and would leap at the chance to greet her. Sadly, she stuck to only one stallion, Fancy Pants, I believe, so a few broken hearts were left behind because of her. Thanks to our services, however, that supermodel now got to pose in arousal and bliss for those needing ponies only. No sad hearts or frowny faces since then!”
Rara's ears twitched as she heard the clinking metal of the golden pocket watch that Cee described. She gulped in the fearful thought of once she would soon see the pocket watch in her eyes, her mind will be wiped and gone. Her hips shivered as she feels the fuzz of the ropes slither down her hips, already she was nearly complete for Cee to take her away. She tried to keep her cool as she took breaths under the gagging cloth. Though hearing that even Fleur was a part of this mysterious mares organization collection, she wondered how these ponies haven't been caught, especially for kidnapping a rich stallions wife.
"Mmphh mmphhh mmm?!!" she muffled loudly at her, wanting to ask, "How have you ponies not been stopped or exposed of all these kidnappings? Somepony as valuable as Fleur can't go unnoticed... aren't authorities onto you? Are you afraid of being caught one day?"
“Hhmmmm… Now that I think about it, I haven’t told you exactly what kind of ponies we are. Of course, with so many of us out there binding multiple mares, it’s best to stick to the shadows, where no pony can see us. And the only ponies that could do hide so well are unicorns. After a few spells with long lasting to permanent effects, we remain completely unseen, turning into the shadows we step into or just simply disappearing. Either works for us, really. It’s been so many years since our organization was formed and we are always on a roll, without any trace revealed.” Cee then saw the ropes press Rara’s hind hooves together, nearly complete in covering her up in the binding trap.
“Oh! What do you know! We’re nearly tying you up here, let me just add in the finishing touches…” Cee said enthusiastically as the remains of the ropes mad their last few loops back upwards until they reached the scared mare’s chest. The ends went behind her and the mysterious pony tied them up into a knot.
"There! Now it'll just take seconds until you submit as a pretty little trophy."
Rara was surprised, but also scared. So many ponies just like herself have fallen under the grasp of this unknown organization, just for the sake of collecting mares as trophies. Rara let out a soft squeal as the last knot was tied from behind her. She was shocked over how much rope was all around her body. She couldn't move her frontal hooves, and despite being on her hind hooves, she could feel her balance starting to fail her. Her hooves wiggled as she couldn't stand up any longer.
"Mmphhh!" she cried under the gag, crying out to Cee, "Well at least help keep me from falling please!"
Cee saw Rara nearly tilting, almost landing on the ground. She caught the bound singer with her magic, levitating the mare above her.
“Don’t worry your pretty little head, my dear. What we do never hurts any pony, it’s completely safe and cozy. At least, depending on how you see it.” She steps closer into the shadows, taking Rara with her as they both are consumed in them. The unicorn sees the mare squirm in the air, which she took an enjoyment seeing every time, watching how hopeless they are until their minds are wiped entirely.
“Soon, you’ll love being a mindless, pretty pet. But first, we must head to our ‘office’.” If anypony were to spot them, they would freak out on how they suddenly disappeared just by placing a hoof in the shadows casted by the moonlight a tall skyscraper.
The cool breeze was now room temperature as the two mares were now in a forgotten warehouse, a hideout for all the cloaked and mysterious unicorns and the mares they have captured.
“You might not see it now, but welcome to our abode."
Rara felt the tingly magical aura of Cee’s strong magic envelop around her toppling body. Rara let out a soft sigh, relieved that she was kept from falling. Being carried by the unicorn however, she continued to struggle and squirm, muffling helplessly as she wiggled around in the air. The more she struggled, she could hear the ropes shift at how tight and secure they were all around her body. She sighed as she gives up at how hopeless it was to struggle. Feeling the chilly bit of air hit her ears, and her open tips of her back hooves, as that was most of her body could feel of the air, she felt her heart sink the moment the mare said they were here. She was taken from the last spot she stood, before the blindfold came on when she was being tied up. She was gone from the outside world.
"Mmmphh, mmmphhh!" she cried out, wanting to reason with her kidnapper, saying. "Please, let me go.... I just wanna go and rest in peace in my hotel room. I have a life of giving ponies my performances, making them smile and filling their lives with joy... I promise I won't mention of your work, and what you look like... please, let me go." she begged under the muffles of her cloth.
“You shouldn’t be so sad about this, Coloratura. You’ll make ponies smile and happy for sure now that their favorite beautiful singer will now be there for the taking as a cute obedient slave. You won’t remember anything in your past life for long, all it’ll take is a simple peek at the gold.” Cee took the pocket watch out and rested Rara against a wall, having her lean on it. After making sure she was secure, the watch was levitated in front of Rara and swung side to side like a pendulum while the cloth blindfolding her was taken off.
“Now, my dear, take a good look!”
As soon as the blindfold was removed, the light of the warehouse finally met her eyes. Her eyes adjusted to seeing light once more, but then saw the shiny fancy watch swing left and right before her.
"Mmphh?!" she was shocked as her pupils shrunken, they followed the left and right of the swinging clock watch. Left and right it went, so did her pupils until her eyes slowly began to illuminate and erupt into multiple colored rings. Yellow, blue, white, green, the rings repeated throughout as her eyes continued to follow the watch, fascinated with its satisfying swaying. Her mind could think of nothing further than just the amazing swaying of the watch. Her thoughts scramble in thought to what the mare said. She would be adored and appreciated as a displayed trophy for all those to appreciate and take in glorious view of Rara's preserved hypnotized body while she remained under the nice tight binds of her ropes and gagging cloth. Her mind was slowly wrapping at that thought, thinking how wonderfully that sounded.
"Mmmmm....mmmm...." she muffled again in communication, "I-I will be... adored like a work of art?...."
“Just imagine yourself… Standing still, nudging and twitching pleasantly in the ropes that hold you now… having many eyes on you, all of them filled with want and admiration… You’ll be loved more there than on a boring stage…” The watch kept full control of Rara’s attention as every swing was like an eraser sweeping side to side within her mind. Her memories of performing for her fans, her old ego as Countess, and her childhood friend were slowly dissolving as only the thoughts and outcomes of what the mare explained seemed like the only future for her.
“They will find you so exotic… So beautiful…”
Hearing the new purpose she would serve as a masterpiece on display made Rara's heart begin to fluster. Underneath her cloth gagging her cheeks were flushed red as being admired and adored by watchers was something she's never thought was something she needed and all she had to do was remain in her bindings so that they could contemplate the wonderful tied up work of art that she truly is. Her ring swirling eyes followed the watch left and right, each swing erasing every resistant thought and old memory of hers, leaving behind just the desire and happiness of being this organizations latest trophy.
"Mmmmm, mmmph." she muffled out, "Mmmm, well I don't mean to brag, I guess I have the look of a very loving mare... it would be so wonderful for everypony to inspect and see how beautiful I am all tied up and displayed for their tastes." her eyelids slowly began to shut halfway while she muffled happily, underneath her gag, she sighed a smile, signifying her submission to the trance she was given under.
“With a beauty like you in display, you’ll practically be the jewel of the crown for the entire gallery. All ponies will keep their eyes on you and would never dare look away. They’ll worship you and appreciate you for accepting your new life in those binds.” The unicorn saw how blissful and happy Rara was becoming, finally submitting to the peaceful trance. She made the watch swing slowly as she would give the final commands to the singer.
“Once I count to three, you’ll will remain stiff, completely under our control, and will give a warming smile, even if it is covered by the gag. You will be excited to have the world be introduced to the lovely and bound Coloratura… Is that understood?”
Rara blushed underneath her gag, remaining still and feeling comfy in her tight ropes. She was instructed that once the countdown is done, she would not only be under their control, but freeze up like a statue as she keeps her smile going while her swirling colorful eyes gaze in awe of the wonderful crowd she will experience in the days she is displayed, but of course her eyes would blink so they wouldn't hurt being open forever. She let out a happy sigh as she gave a nod, before muffling an assured answer of, "I understand clearly, mistress... please, count it down."
Hearing the happy sounds the performer made under the gag cloth, the cloaked mare began to count down, closing the doors to Coloratura’s old life forever. With every slow swing, she counted down each time.
“3… 2… 1… Now, you are nothing but a pretty living statue for all eyes to gaze upon as the guests fluster upon your beauty.” Cee stopped swinging the pocket watch and placed it back into her cloak, watching how stiff the once lovely singer was. She nudged her slightly and not once did Rara move a muscle. She was quite obedient, indeed.
“Now that you’re part of our glorious collection, it’s about time we show you to the endless amounts of ponies who are begging to see you. Wouldn’t you agree?”
Rara’s muscles tensed up as her entire body froze, heeding the command her hypnotized mind followed under. She was perfectly still. Tied up and gagged, but underneath her gagging cloth she wore a proud and happy smile, knowing the wonders of everypony gazing at her display, would shower her with how much she is appreciated as a masterpiece. She didn't speak or move, as the only bit of movement she could initiate was a blink every moment her eyes needed to relax from being wide open.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” Cee saw how prepared the former singer was and takes grasp of her with her magic.
The accomplished mare approached the shadows once again and faded into another location. This one looking more sophisticated and regal, almost like a museum. However, instead of historical statues and items, the displays were filled with hypnotized mares, covered in ropes, mouths gagged with clothes, and their eyes filled with rings similar to Rara’s. They were stiff as well, as the ponies walking about stared at them endlessly, admiring their elegance and beauty. Some has spotted the cloaked mare and her new catch and they all got excited. Seemed like many have been waiting anxiously for the singer to be placed here. Coloratura was set onto her display as dim lights have been aimed at her, so her splendid appearance could be shown all throughout the room. This was her new life and she could please everypony without the need to sing or perform her music. She was just an entranced statue and it was all she would want from that day forward, along with the other tied up mares.