You are Rarity, hiding in absolute darkness. Your ears strain, swiveling back and forth. There! You hear nearly silent footfalls, your predator prowls among the lightless cages. You keep your breathing shallow and slow.
"Hon"
His voice is low and seductive, a velvet glove over an iron hoof.
"Hon"
He will abide by his rules, but that does not mean he can't be creative.
"Baguette"
You pity Fleur, the first target for his taunting.
"Escargot"
Prench is a delight on his silver tongue, but you know what comes next.
"Hot Cotter"
You shudder. Still, you can endure far more of this than she can.
"Boon Ape Teat"
In retrospect, teaching him Prench was a mistake.
"Cham pag nay"
You grimace. Was that a southern accent? Still, Fleur is lasting longer than before. You are proud of her, for all that you wish she would break under the torture. Silences stretches into eternity, with no way of keeping track of time in this abyssal prison.
"Prench bread"
Fleur de Lis lets out a bark of laughter.
"Pas plus! Je me rends!"
It's a relief, hearing her speak proper Prench after all of Anon's butchery. One mare down, and only one more stands between you and your goal.
"Oh, Rarity~"
You feel your face warm at his sweet voice speaking your name. Your mind knows it's a trap, but your heart cares nothing for such technicalities.
"Would you like to know what I'm wearing right now?"
Curse him and his sultry tone.
"It's that nice pinstripe button down shirt you like so much."
It looks really good on him, and he knows it. You almost regret making it for him.
"Do you know what else I'm wearing?"
If you are very, very lucky, he is just trying to blue bean you.
"Some nice, plaid,"
Oh no Darling, please, have mercy!
"Cargo shorts. They're comfy and easy to wear!"
You ruthlessly strangle the whimper that tries to escape your throat. You would burn the abomination if he wasn't so attached to it and good at hiding it.
"Aaaaand those pink and white polka dot thigh highs. Gotta cover my long, toned foal-chasing legs."
The fashionista in you has died, but the vulgar mare within is only partially deterred by the atrocious image he paints with honeyed words. You wink and hate yourself for it.
"Does that excite you, dear?"
No stallion's voice should be that breathy and alluring. This had better not awaken something within you.
"No? Oh, I forgot, I'm also wearing sandals over my socks."
Not even your basest facet can stomach the revelation. You grit your teeth, fighting your every instinct to destroy the fashion abomination. You wait it out, letting your rage simmer down to a low boil.
"Hey, Sunny Buns, you know that last piece of your birthday cheesecake?"
You sag in relief, the trial has passed. You will have to get your revenge, though, next time.
"The one with caramel drizzled on top? Well, haha, funny story..."
Oh no.
"I was over in the cloud district, shopping for some jewelry, and there was this stallion merchant who sneered at me, and said, well, I won't repeat what he said,"
You scrunch. Probably just some jealous minor noble… but you begin to have doubts about the story. Anon shopping for jewelry? When you are right here, perfectly willing to make whatever his whimsical heart desires?
"But when I got home, I was so upset I just had to have a little pick-me-up. The cheesecake was so rich and creamy, and the caramel sauce gave it the perfect sweetness to compliment the tang."
Perhaps you should drop by a bakery tomorrow, to purchase a replacement. Purely to keep harmony within the herd, not at all because you are craving some cheesecake right now.
"It made me forget all about being called a gold-digger and a furless...well, you know. So, uh, I hope you're not mad at me? I'm really sorry about it..."
His tone shifts from pleading to sultry.
"If there is anything I can do to make it up to you... Like having you sit on my face for a couple hours, until you're sweaty and moaning and my face is covered in your juices..."
You bite your lip at the imagery. You hear the sound of ripping cardboard. Not for the first time, you realize you are lucky you are but a unicorn. You don't have to worry about wingboners. Anon chuckles.
"Looks like Rarity won this one. Come on out, girls."
You pop out of the box, savoring the slightly cooler air outside. To your relief, Anon is actually dressed in grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt.
"You are a cruel colt, Darling. Lying to and torturing us like that."
He just grins and pats a pouting Celestia's head.
"You know you love it. Speaking of lying, Sunbutt, your cheesecake is still in the fridge."
Celestia brightens up immediately.
"If you will excuse me, then..."
Fleur giggles, and you can't help but smile. You can hardly blame Celestia, after that scare. You step delicately out of your “minesweeper” box. For all that he was excited to recreate the game with the herd, he was the first to start cheating, and now you aren’t entirely sure what to call the game you were playing. Ultimately, it doesn’t matter, what matters is that you won. As you all start to fold up the boxes, Anon looks at you.
"So, what are we watching, my movie night alpha mare?"
You trot over to the collection, humming in thought. Your ears absently register the sound of popcorn popping from the kitchen. Seen that one, didn't like the other, watches that one last week...
Well, it is a classic.
"We shall be watching the Titanic, tonight."
You crack the case and insert the disk into the player. Anon grunts, sounding amused.
"Again?"
You turn to find him sprawled in the center of the couch, practically presenting himself to you with his widely spread legs. You approach him with a sway in your hips that you know he appreciates.
"Of course, true art can only be properly appreciated with repeated exposure."
You climb into his lap and lay your back against his chest.
"Uh-huh. I just think you like looking at human tits."
You wriggle a little to get comfortable, and are rewarded with a hot length between your flanks, constrained by a mere few layers of fabric. You smile mysteriously.
"I am quite sure I have no idea what you are talking about. I merely find it refreshing to see an artistic colt flustered by a mare confidently displaying her assets."
Fleur sits beside Anon, leaning against him.
"Oh? Is that why you started sucking on his nipples after seeing the movie for the first time?"
You lift your chin primly.
"I am quite sure that is entirely unrelated."
Celestia returns from the kitchen, already halfway through her slice of cake and floating a large bowl of popcorn beside her.
"Really? It's why I started."
You are beset on all sides by traitors.
"Anonymous, Darling? Would you please start the movie before I am utterly drowned in blatant falsehoods?"
He chuckles and grabs the remote.
"As you wish, my movie alpha."
Celestia curls up on the remaining seat of the couch, letting the bowl of popcorn settle on your lap. As the movie begins with some fanfare, you levitate a cluster of popped kernels into your mouth, savoring the buttery saltiness. Truth be told, you do rather like the portraiture scene, and the…aesthetics play a part in why you choose the movie so often. However, the main reason is-
Fleur lifts her muzzle to Anon's ear
"Draw me like one of your Prench mares~"
You feel him twitch beneath you. He's always so frisky afterwards, and you are perfectly positioned to enjoy his every throb of arousal. It's good to be the alpha, even if it is only for tonight.