I am Rarity, hiding in absolute darkness. My ears strain, swiveling back and forth. There! I hear nearly silent footfalls, my predator prowls among the lightless cages. I keep my 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"
I pity Fleur, the first target for his taunting.
"Escargot"
Prench is a delight on his silver tongue, but I know what comes next.
"Hot Cotter"
I shudder. Still, I can endure far more of this than she can.
"Boon Ape Teat"
In retrospect, teaching him Prench was a mistake.
"Cham pag nay"
I grimace. Was that a southern accent? Still, Fleur is lasting longer than before. I am proud of her, for all that I 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 me and my goal.
"Oh, Rarity~"
I feel my face warm at his sweet voice speaking my name. My mind knows it's a trap, but my 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. I almost regret making it for him.
"Do you know what else I'm wearing?"
If I am very, very lucky, he is just trying to blue bean me.
"Some nice, plaid,"
Oh no Darling, please, have mercy!
"Cargo shorts. They're comfy and easy to wear!"
I ruthlessly strangle the whimper that tries to escape my throat. I 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 me has died, but the vulgar mare within is only partially deterred by the atrocious image he paints with honeyed words. I wink and hate myself for it.
"Does that excite you, dear?"
No stallion's voice should be that breathy and alluring. This had better not awaken something within me.
"No? Oh, I forgot, I'm also wearing sandals over my socks."
Not even my basest facet can stomach the revelation. I grit my teeth, fighting my every instinct to destroy the fashion abomination. I wait it out, letting my rage simmer down to a low boil.
"Hey, Sunny Buns, you know that last piece of your birthday cheesecake?"
I sag in relief, the trial has passed. I will have to get my 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,"
I scrunch. Probably just some jealous minor noble… but I begin to have doubts about the story. Anon shopping for jewelry? When I am 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 I should drop by a bakery tomorrow, to purchase a replacement. Purely to keep harmony within the herd, not at all because I am 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..."
I bite my lip at the imagery. I hear the sound of ripping cardboard. Not for the first time, I realize I am lucky I am but a unicorn. I don't have to worry about wingboners. Anon chuckles.
"Looks like Rarity won this one. Come on out, girls."
I pop out of the box, savoring the slightly cooler air outside. To my 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 I can't help but smile. I can hardly blame Celestia, after that scare. I step delicately out of my “minesweeper” box. For all that he was excited to recreate the game with the herd, he was the first to start cheating, and now I’m not entirely sure what to call the game we were playing. Ultimately, it doesn’t matter, what matters is that I won. As we all start to fold up the boxes, Anon looks at me.
"So, what are we watching, my movie night alpha mare?"
I trot over to the collection, humming in thought. My 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."
I crack the case and insert the disk into the player. Anon grunts, sounding amused.
"Again?"
I turn to find him sprawled in the center of the couch, practically presenting himself to me with his widely spread legs. I approach him with a sway in my hips that I know he appreciates.
"Of course, true art can only be properly appreciated with repeated exposure."
I climb into his lap and lay my back against his chest.
"Uh-huh. I just think you like looking at human tits."
I wriggle a little to get comfortable, and are rewarded with a hot length between my flanks, constrained by a mere few layers of fabric. I 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?"
I lift my 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."
I am 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 my lap. As the movie begins with some fanfare, I levitate a cluster of popped kernels into my mouth, savoring the buttery saltiness. Truth be told, I do rather like the portraiture scene, and the…aesthetics play a part in why I 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~"
I feel him twitch beneath me. He's always so frisky afterwards, and I am perfectly positioned to enjoy his every throb of arousal. It's good to be the alpha, even if it is only for tonight.