Warning: Please mind the "Sex" tag of this story.
“Who’s Rarity,” I asked Fluttershy as I pulled the car over.
“One of my friends! She’s the Element of Generosity! Please hurry!” said the excited pony.
I had a reason for my slow pace. This wasn’t a particularly friendly part of the city, full of thieves, brutes, crazed junkies, and any other sort of scum that are a regrettable part of the social spectrum. As I was about to open my door, I noticed a man walking out of the alley that Fluttershy was so fixated to. He was balding, had thick glasses and a beer belly, left his pants’ zipper undone, and appeared to not be keen on the concept of shaving. His face was ruddy with exertion and sweat trickled down his forehead. What stood out most, however, what his smile: the kind of smile only someone who takes pleasure in fiendish acts would wear. What the hell was he doing back there? Do I even want to know? “Are you absolutely sure that you saw your friend,” I asked.
Fluttershy seemed to feel the same creepy vibe I got from the man leaving the alley. “It had to have been her. I just know it. Please believe me.”
Her face seemed sad and frightened at the same time. She knew I didn’t want to go out there, but she didn’t want me to abandon her friend. If it really is her, we’ll be that much closer to having all of this trouble behind us. I checked the street for any oncoming traffic, and then I opened the door and stepped out. I figured if I just looked like I belonged here then I’d be at least a little safer, so I put on a slight scowl and pressed on towards the alley.
It was empty except for a dumpster, but a soft sniffling sound was evidence that I wasn’t alone. I took a few steps in, just past the dumpster, and I saw this wretched creature. She had an unkempt coat of mostly white fur with spots of grey dirt and dust, and a messy, purple mane with greasy, matted curls. Her face was covered in an overabundance of bungled makeup, and her horn appeared to be crooked. But all of this could have just been the poor lighting and grim atmosphere of the area; Could this really be the diva pony obsessed with beauty and vanity that I had heard of?
“Rarity? Is that you?”
She was laying on her side with a lush purple and white, gaudy coat and a string of white beads around her neck. “Darling,” she responded. “I have been waiting for you. I am all yours for two hundred dollars an hour. Don’t worry about the price, I’m so…generous.”
My first thought was how disturbed I was about her licking her lips and stroking herself with her fore hoof. I took a quick peek around the corner of the building I parked my car in front of and looked back at Rarity. “Look, I’ve got Fluttershy with me,” I told her. “I’m here to take you away!”
“Oh? Just Fluttershy?” she asked. “I’d love to see her, but that will cost you extra. And if it’s just some animal you can just forget it.” I couldn’t hide the twitch in my eye. What kind of sick…thing would do that? “Anyhow, I don’t leave this spot until I see some money.”
I let out an exhale and took a look around for fear of any authorities or people I knew before carefully reaching into my pocket and pulling out two twenty dollar bills. They seemed like harmless, innocent little slips of paper crying, begging me to not give them up for such a disgusting act; I could almost feel the ink soaking off onto my fingers with their tears. “What will forty get me?” I asked.
I handed them over to the pony, who grasped them in an aura of blue magic. The sensation was odd, like a tingling disembodied hand was pressed up against my skin. “A small peep show if that’s all you have,” she replied.
Rarity stuffed the bills in her coat pocket and stood up. “Lead the way dear.”
She followed me out of the alley and to my car where I opened the back door for her. She gave me a queer look but jumped in all the same. I guess she thought I was treating her like cargo for not letting her sit up front. Little did she realize that she had a special delivery addressed to her. I would have stayed to watch her reaction upon seeing her long lost friend, but I saw the hood of a pony catcher van rounding the corner behind us. I shut the door as fast as I could, but I wasn’t sure whether it was fast enough. Either way, I tried to look casual as I walked to the driver seat and the van crept closer to us.
The two ponies in the back were making a scene so I had to hush them up and alert them to the current predicament. Rarity responded by saying, “But…but he said he wouldn’t!”
Who this was I had no idea, but there would be time to ask questions after we made our escape. I started up my car and slowly pulled away with the van still close behind me. I turned right, but it was still there. I turned left, but it didn’t leave. I drove in a complete circle, and the van pursued us still. None of us said a word. I started driving faster and even dodged into traffic, and finally we gained some distance from the accursed van. Never had I been so happy to have so many red lights come my way. As the traffic crawled along, more and more lights stopped the van, until I couldn’t see it any longer. I took the quickest route to the expressway and we all sighed in unison.
“So, um, what have you been up to Rarity?” asked Fluttershy.
The white pony, who had a peculiar and rather unappealing scent that I hadn’t noticed during the rush, looked away from her. “I’d rather not talk about it.”
Fluttershy responded, “Oh, well, if you’d rather-“
“My life is miserable!” exclaimed Rarity. “I used to be the optimum optimorum of fashion; the best designer in the world! People couldn’t get enough of my Equestrian style! Why does human fashion change so quickly? Why couldn’t I see around the curve?”
Guess I shouldn’t interrupt her. Personally, I don’t see what all the hype is with fashion. Jeans and a T-shirt is all I need. “After only ten years I was forced to sell my company,” Rarity continued. “ I couldn’t afford a ticket back to Equestria, so I had to find…work,” she said that last word with such disgust that you would think she had swallowed something beyond foulness. “I started thinking of gems and rare stones and how I missed gathering with Spikey-wikey, then it came to me: I could try mining. But the jewels were buried far too deep for my magic to find them, so I was forced to leave that as well. I was lost, cold, homeless, and hungry with nowhere to go and nothing to do but wander the streets and scavenge. That’s when I…really lost everything. Humans, both male and female, were cornering me in the alleys and tried to force their hideous, foul smelling privates onto me. At first, I would kick and throw them off, but eventually the hunger pangs were too much for me to bear, and some had offered money for my services, so I allowed them to…do it.
“It was absolutely dreadful. They were so rough and inconsiderate, and some women put large, firm, let’s just call them toys, inside of me. I was forced to do terrible things that left no part of me sacred. Not even my horn.” Tears started to well up in Rarity’s eyes. “Then I met an associate who went by the name of Sir Young Blood. He told me he could find some respectful customers for me. He was dressed so magnificently that I…I just had to trust him. I’ve never known someone who looked so nice to be untrustworthy.” Rarity started to sob as her old wounds of distrust reopened, which signaled for Fluttershy to give her a long awaited embrace.
“At first, things were alright. My customers were gentler and more considerate, but after a while they started getting worse. But I didn’t care. Sir Blood took good care of me, and even bought me this coat after Opal died, but the last straw was a couple of days ago. One customer was putting my horn inside of him and he…he tried to break it off! That fiend was trying to dismember me for his own twisted pleasure! I was able to throw him off just in time, but my horn was cracked and hurt when I ran away.”
She was whimpering now. “Sir Blood rubbed this cream on it and wrapped it up overnight. By morning my horn was whole, but it was scarred and misshapen. I wanted out! I couldn’t live like that anymore! But that MONSTER was about to call the pony catchers on me! What will he do when he finds me gone?”
Rarity turned her swollen eyes to Fluttershy, who in turn smiled and reassured her by saying, “We’ll keep you safe Rarity. This man here is Eric Cornell, and he’s been fighting to keep me safe for a while now. We’re going to a place full of people who are trying to bring us back home to Equestria.”
Rarity carefully wiped away her tears without smearing her makeup and replied, “That’s only wishful thinking dear, but we’re never going home. The sooner you get your head wrapped around that the better.”
Fluttershy tried to chime in, “But nobody-”
“In time I’ll be back on the streets and you’ll be back wherever you were.”
“But Eric saved-”
“Unless whoever had you before doesn’t want you back, in which case you’ll be put in the pound and purchased by someone else.”
I looked in the mirror and saw Fluttershy’s face contort into a frightening grimace, which I didn’t think was possible for her“Rarity!” exploded the furious, yellow pony, “That is not how things will be! We’re going home and things will be right again! So stop being so negative!”
I couldn’t believe what I had just heard what came out of Fluttershy, and judging by Rarity’s expression in the mirror, neither could she. Was this really the same Fluttershy who was afraid of couch zombies? She returned to her softer demeanor and said, “You don’t have to sell yourself anymore. We’re going to be free!”
Tears flowed back into Rarity’s eyes, but they had a different glimmer in them, a little brighter shine. Nothing more was said on the way back to the compound, but the silence didn’t feel uncomfortable. Rather, there was an air of revelation, a feeling of joy that cannot be expressed, only experienced. Of course, this feeling wasn’t coming from inside me, but I could feel it emanating from the two ponies behind me.
I walked into the compound after the ponies, but as soon as the door shut it opened again. The rush of cool air flooded the hallway and came with the heavy footsteps of a vicious monster whose sole purpose was to devour me body and soul. Or it was just Eric. I turned around just as he grabbed my shoulders and shoved me into the wall yelling, “What in Holy Hell were you doing?! You were supposed to come right back after talking to your parents, not have me chase you around some city that was miles out of the way!” Well, at least the catchers weren’t after me. “You got something to say?”
I said the first thing that came to mind, “Your breath smells really good.”
I didn’t even mean it in a sarcastic way. Honestly, it was a very pleasant scent, though the freshness of spearmint was far too strong; still, it was a much more desirable smell than what I was expecting. Nevertheless, Eric pressed me harder against the wall, only stopping when we heard that twangy voice. “What in Sam Hill is goin’ on here?” Apparently, we were making a big commotion that everyone, and everypony, was curious, even Applejack. “R-Rarity?” she asked, “Is that you?”
All three ponies started laughing and sobbing uncontrollably, huddling around each other. Alec walked down the hall with a look of astonishment which turned into glee. He patted my shoulder and said, “I think we can trust you now.”
Eric stormed off at this, bearing a dark cloud overhead. Alec continued, “Now if you’re gonna be a part of our group, you have to know about our enemy, and that is MoPA.”