Equestria is a bright and happy place, but as in all societies, it's not without a seedy underbelly. Rarity discovers this firsthoof as she's forced into the harrowing experience of sexual slavery. Learn more about this unseen evil in 'Breaking Rarity'.
Rarity’s eyes shone like twin moons as she gazed out her bedroom window and into the dark night. After adjusting the decorative purple curtains with her magic, she turned to her vanity and perched herself atop the stool. A hairbrush levitated into the air, wrapped in aura and gracefully swung itself into the alluring purple mane of the fashion pony.
“Another day, another fabulous design!” Rarity mused as she ran the brush through her hair. It had been a long day slaving away in her boutique, yet it was worth it. Her new line of cardigan sweaters were sure to be a hit in Canterlot. Bumping into Fancy Pants had propelled her to recognition beyond her wildest dreams. With her newfound clout, the white pony would have Equestrian fashionistas eating out of her hoof.
Normally a realization such as this would have had Rarity giddy with glee, but something else was nagging at her. She rubbed her bottom against her stool in discomfort. A blast furnace between her thighs was making her fidget. She was beginning something all mares had to deal with throughout their lives; it was her time to be in estrus. The unicorn had noticed it that morning when she woke up with a familiar itch. Knowing that it would have to be dealt with, but anxious to finish her work, she had ignored the problem. Now that she was stripped of the blessed distraction of labor, the heat was growing more and more intense. She replaced her brush, her freshly-groomed mane as radiant as ever, and stepped off her stool. Her hind legs buckled slightly as they took her weight.
“Why does this have to happen?” Rarity complained to nopony. She groaned in frustration as her body betrayed her. Reaching with her magic, she grabbed a paper fan and with unfolded it with a flick. After a quick, paranoid glance from side to side, she brought it behind herself and began waving it rapidly in an attempt to soothe her aching pussy. With each swing of the fan, her engorged labia stirred, but the breeze brought no relief. The pony cried out, making a noise somewhere between a whimper and a groan. She closed the tool with a snap before flinging it across the room.
Rarity trotted over to her bed, leaving a trail of sticky droplets on the floor behind her. The unicorn climbed onto the duvet and buried her face into a pillow. A few short moments of torment later, she turned onto her side and lowered a hoof between her legs, stretching to touch the source of her exasperation. Whimpering, she slid her hoof across her wetness; it returned from her nethers with a flimsy strand of translucent liquor.
What could she do? Her only option was to let the heat run its course. Rarity bit her lip. There was always... Option B. Her eyes grew distant and her hoof drifted lower as she considered the possibility in vivid detail.
The unicorn shook her head, forcing the fantasies away. It was simply out of the question; she wasn't ready for foals yet. She sighed. No matter how tempting the things that came before that might be.
Rarity pouted and cursed her gender. Still, just because her body had decided to torture her didn’t mean she couldn’t practice a little 'pain management'.
After flicking several switches, the only sources of light in Rarity’s bedroom were her bedside table lamp and the modicum of starlight that shined through her windows. Everything was in place for the white unicorn to enjoy an intimate night by herself.
Reassured by the solitude of her dimly-lit bedroom, Rarity cracked a smile and again lowered her hoof to scratch her itch. She wiggled her withers into her lush bedspread as she touched herself. Caressing her tender vulva, the pony began to feel the relief she so desperately needed. A moan echoed in the night; the mare's hoof found her smoldering love button. The touch racked her body with a rare mix of pain and intense pleasure. Breathing in deeply, she increased the pressure on her clitoris.
As she began to give in to the pleasure, Rarity's haunches seperated inch by slow inch. She abandoned modesty as her legs splayed open, the wanton spread allowing easier-and more forceful-access to her nethers. Masturbation wasn’t something the white unicorn did exceedingly often, but like all ponies, she had occasional urges that demanded satisfaction.
Rarity felt herself begin to lose control as her excitement built to a distant but inevitable crescendo. She brought her hoof up to her mouth and savored it, tasting her sweet love sauce. Her other hoof roamed her body as if controlled by another being. It first massaged her plot then travelled up her leg to the hock. It pulled her open legs further apart before making its way back to her cutie mark. She closed her eyes in bliss as her freshly-licked hoof joined its fellow. The tickling sensation all over her body made her coo delightfully. Stroking down her soft inner thigh, her hoof arrived once more at its destination.
As she circled her womanly pleasure, Rarity slumped her head in the direction of her night table. Being a proper lady didn’t preclude her from having kinks, and in the privacy of her bedroom she was comfortable exploring them. A blue glow from her horn opened a drawer and seconds later an object emerged. It was a ball-gag, bright red with black straps of obvious high-quality. She had discovered her penchant for bondage from a previous sexual partner.
Her mouth wide, Rarity inserted the ball and magically affixed the straps snugly together underneath her mane. When the gag was secure she punctuated the procedure with a firm ass slap from her hoof. The white pony squealed to test her toy’s effectiveness; all that came out was a garbled tone. Content, she pressed hard on her mound. Her back arched and she moaned into the gag with half-lidded eyes. Slowly the unicorn began to work her flesh faster and faster. The muffled moans and cries picked up speed to match her passionate oscillations. Another slap on her hindquarters produced even more pleasure and another whimper. Her eager hoof was now flitting across her engorged lovebud with sewing-machine speed. It sent beads of juice hurtling into her thighs and onto her bed like a sprinkler. She couldn’t care less, bed sheets could be washed; all that mattered right now was her relief from the fiery pain of estrus.
Tish-Soss-Clink. Rarity’s eyes sprung open and she ceased pleasuring herself. She was positive she had heard something. She sat up and surveyed her darkened room, the gag in her mouth endowing her face with an appropriate expression of surprise. Silence. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Tosh-Tittle. Her pale ears followed the sound, a rustling coming from the kitchen. Her heart tried to escape her chest as adrenaline surged into her bloodstream. Silently, she removed the ball gag from her head with magic and eased herself gently off her moistened sheets and onto the floor. Every movement deliberate and silent, the mare went to investigate the unsettling sound. What could it have been? Sweetie Belle was with her parents; what if it was a jewel thief?
The rustling didn’t return. The white unicorn opened her bedroom door and slowly began to descend the stairs, her eyes mostly adjusted to the darkness. When she reached the landing, Rarity paused. Her heart beating fiercely, she inched her head fearfully into the kitchen. Seeing no movement or cause for alarm, she allowed rest of her body to follow into the darkened room. She’d never been in the kitchen when it was pitch-black like this. It was eerie, unnerving. She’d been down there at night on infrequent occasions, but she’d always had the light of her horn glowing brightly on her path. This time she didn’t dare call her magic lest she alert something unfriendly.
Scanning with dilated eyes, Rarity searched high and low for what could have caused the sound. A cursory look around the room yielded nothing, so she redoubled her efforts. Wandering deeper into the void, she stepped over to the counter and spotted something: a few toppled boxes of foodstuffs and a can lying on its side. Certainly not the worst thing she could have imagined finding, but what caused it? A pang of reason snuck back into her paranoid mind. It must have been Opalescence. It was the only explanation. Rarity turned to go back upstairs, but a shadow raced across the room in her peripheral vision. She froze. The mare began to tremble. The dark room was motionless, apathetic to the frightened pony. Was that shadow just in her mind?
“Opal? D-d-darling is that you??” Rarity called out, receiving no answer. The white pony could have sworn she’d heard hoofsteps too. Was her mind playing tricks on her? She was in no laughing mood. A suppressed glow emanated from her horn. An eight inch knife withdrew from the kitchen block and levitated to the panicked pony’s side. She never wanted to hurt anypony, but if someone was indeed in her home, she couldn’t take any chances. The mare gulped. The back of her throat was bone dry.
Rarity began to move in the direction she’d thought the shadow had gone. Her knife in tow, she peered into the darkness that was the adjoining storefront. Crossing the dividing line between kitchen and boutique, a soft muzzle pressed against her ear.
“Eeeeek!” Rarity swung her knife with abandon and landed a killing blow. The knife hung limply in the air as she turned to inspect her attacker. It was one of her mannequins. The fabric on the neck was cut cleanly revealing the fluffy, white innards.
“Ohhhhh no.” Rarity huffed, but soon remembered her predicament. The knife sprung back to attention as she turned and started into the darkness once more. The pony-shaped mannequins taunted the pony. In the dark, each dressmaker's dummy stood like a funhouse mirror.
A whine emanated from Rarity's closed mouth. Skulking from one pony-shaped form to the next, the purple-maned unicorn made sure her phantom intruder was not amongst the mannequins. Finally satisfied, she turned around only to be confronted by a pair of glowing chartreuse eyes.
“WWWAHHHHHHH!!” Rarity tumbled back into her mannequins, dropping the knife on the floor. The unicorn’s hooves scrabbled under her, trying to prop her body up to gaze once more at the dreadful beast that was sure to devour her. Rarity’s life flashed before her eyes. This was it.
“Meow.”
“O… Opal!!!” Rarity stammered, her heart in her throat. Reaching out and grabbing the furball, she hugged Opal tight, much to the cat’s dismay. “Opal dearest you have no idea how happy mommy is to see you! Oh, you had me scared half to death!” The pony continued baby-talking to her feline companion. “Don’t you ever scare mommy like that again!” The cat growled and struggled in her owner's loving, tight embrace.
Rarity’s hooves released Opal, who sauntered off with a huff. The unicorn got to her feet and illuminated the room with her horn, satisfied that this whole ordeal had been a combination of a naughty kitty and her own mind playing tricks on her. She straightened her dummies neatly and picked up the knife to carry back to the kitchen. Setting it back in its inlay in the wooden block, she turned to go back to her bedroom. As she ascended the staircase, her body reminded her of her estrus.
“Ooh! Ooh! Aah! Eep!” Rarity vocalized as her backside began to sting with each step. Without the adrenaline to distract her, the white pony needed sexual release more than ever now. Reaching the door at the top of the steps, she trotted in and closed it behind her. She waddled over to the bed, taking care to keep her back legs spread. When she got close enough, she lept into the air and dove onto her mattress, which objected with a squeak. Once again, the mare was alone in her dark, private bedroom and it was time to get back to business.
Wasting no time, Rarity reapplied her rubber ball gag and rolled onto her back. She opened her drawer again to retrieve another toy. This time it was a large, flexible, maroon dildo. Her loins burned and Rarity couldn’t help but rub herself furiously as she gazed upon the reddish-brown friend levitating in front of her. She brought the phallus close to her face and let its length rest upon her muzzle. She dragged the soft toy with her magic. The flared tip slid between her nose and cheek. The mare’s hoof stopped completely, she was teasing herself now.
“Yef! Puh thu bicaww immy puhfy!” Rarity screamed to her imaginary lover, aroused even more by the gag garbling her words. The dildo magically slid down her neck and across her body. Her left leg twitched as the toy brushed along her thigh and mound. It lined itself up to strike at the aching pussy before it. The phallus pressed upwards into the soaked flesh, grazing along the pony’s clitoris and making her shudder. It slid along her slit, lubricating itself in the juices from the gagged mare’s most sensitive spot. She panted and moaned as she pleasured herself.
After a few teasing minutes of stroking her clit with the equine dildo, Rarity lowered it to her slick opening and prepared for the main event. Her eyes sparkled and drool escaped her gag as she eyed the thick toy between her legs. She took a deep breath and the object descended into her moistened cavity. Rarity exhaled. It slid into her easily and for the first time in almost a month her pussy was filled. The unicorn moaned as she felt her velvet walls hug the room-temperature shaft. The feeling was indescribably lovely, but she still hadn’t gotten the relief she needed.
Rarity pressed her hooves into her rump and pulled back slightly, spreading her cheeks. The dildo withdrew from her only to slam back in. She kept this pattern up, moaning into her gag with each thrust. She rolled her withers and arched her back in pleasure. As she worked, her bed sheets grew more and more damp with the mixture of sweat and sexual fluids that poured into them. Rarity didn’t mind; she was in heaven. Amidst the crescendo of moans and coos and the squelching of the toy thrusting into the mare's sopping hole, a deep masculine voice shattered the mood.
“You’ll do just fine, dirty mare.” Wrenching her head to the side in panic Rarity’s eyes transfixed on a black shape growing exponentially larger, swinging towards her head and then darkness.
Rarity’s listless eyes opened only to be greeted with darkness, impenetrable darkness. She leaned forward with a wince. A splitting headache consumed the unicorn causing her to rub her temples in search of relief. With no concept of how much time had passed, she assessed her situation. The first thing she noticed, aside from the darkness, was the roundness of a gag in her mouth. She probed the ball with her tongue, tasting its rubbery flavor, feeling the scratch on the ball from when Opal found it; there was no doubt it was hers. She tried to undo the gag, but her horn oddly failed to respond. Rarity went to remove it with her hooves, but the tiny clasp proved too complex. A sharp head-pain redirected the mare’s attention.
“Ouuuuuuuw!!” The cry was stifled by the gag as Rarity clutched her skull. Once the pain became manageable, the weakened pony took a look around her. The room was incredibly dark, an endless void giving no clues as to size, shape, or purpose. She concentrated on channeling magical energy to her horn to make light. Nothing happened. She tried once more, even harder than before.
“Nnnnnnnnnnngg!!” Still, not even a flicker of light scared the darkness. The mental expenditure caused her headache to flare and in seconds, Rarity was on her back writhing in agony. An extended moment passed with nothing but the sound of her tortured breathing in the dark room. Sharp-pain transmuted once more into dull throbbing and the unicorn began to inspect her horn with a hoof. It was still there, not tender, and uninjured from what she could tell; it was the same fluted, lovely appendage she’d always had.
Sitting up once more, Rarity went back to gathering information about her surroundings. Unable to see hoof in front of face, the unicorn reached forward timidly, pressing into the aether. The feel of a cold object made her retreat momentarily before venturing forth again. She explored the coolness with her hoof to learn all she could about it. It was chilly, but not icy. It was tall in the vertical direction, but thin horizontally and seemingly round. The surface was extremely hard, and relatively smooth, but small imperfections failed to escape her keen notice. She reached out with a second hoof and found the same thing, but in a different place. She sent hooves exploring in each direction, each time finding the same coldness that had now become so familiar to her. What was this place? Pausing in thought for a moment, the pony's mind put together a frightening hypothesis. With a gulp, Rarity tested her theory with one more hoof sent skyward. Her heart sunk as her worst fear confirmed itself. Inches above her head, the same hardness confined her, only this time it was flat. She was in a cage!
A few more tests confirmed that she was indeed trapped, surrounded on all sides by cold, metal bars. She pressed with all her might against some of them, but they held sturdy. Rarity’s breathing shallowed, her chest began to rise and fall rapidly in the darkness. Why is this happening to me? The unicorn’s blue eyes released a stream of tears that trickled down her cheek, dammed by the straps of her gag. Lost in a sea of hopelessness, the warm saline solution that stained her face gave her a strange comfort.
Sniffling, Rarity tried to calm down and regain her composure. She still knew very little about where she was and the more she could absorb the better. I can’t see anything, and I’m locked in this horrid cage so touching does me no good, but… her thought trailed off and she pricked up her ears and held her breath. They picked something up; it was soft, but it was there! An endless train of muffled, low-pitched thumps with metronomic regularity was coming from somewhere. Her heart produced a similar noise, but this was external; she was positive. What could that be? A machine of some sort? ...If so it’s working pretty hard. She was right, the thumping was quick, roughly 2 beats per second if she was to take a guess.
Rarity laid back and rubbed her head which was now cooperating with her. The pony pondered that which she knew about her surroundings. Her mind danced from possibility to possibility, none of them pleasant. She wished to be home in her bed, or anywhere but here. Aside from not knowing where she was, who knows how she had got here and how dirty she had gotten in the process. The fashion-obsessed unicorn lifted her hooves to her mane yet her discerning touch found little out of place, a much needed comfort.
Who would want to ponynap me? C-could they want a ransom? I am the Element of Generosity after all and a well-known fashion-designer. I suppose I’m worth quite a few bits. Reminiscing, Rarity’s mind continued to wander. When the diamond dogs took me it was for my jewel-finding abilities. Oh, why am I the one always getting ponynapped? I suppose I should keep cool and be strong, that’s how I got out of this mess before.
Rarity sat up and tried one final thing to survey her surroundings. She took a long, nasal breath, but the stale air contained no new information. Not even the metal bars had a scent that was stronger than her own feminine… that was when it hit her. Probing the floor underneath her with a hoof, she found a wet spot. She was still in estrus. Just like that, the flame that had yet to be satisfied rushed back into her loins. Her thighs clamped shut. Oh no no no no! Not now! The mare’s inner pleas went unheard, her most intimate bits demonstrating a mind of their own. She crossed her back legs hoping to suffocate the flame, but the pressure only made her hotter.
Rarity bit her lip as her body struggled to cope with a stinging, mentally-agonizing pleasure. Even worse than the heat itself was the realization that being gagged and locked in this cage was an aphrodisiac for her. She didn’t dare want to think like that, but she was aware of her fetish. She thought about capitalizing on the situation, but hesitated. It wasn't right, she didn't even know where she was. Her resolve faltered though as the fire in her loins overwhelmed her. As the mare lowered a hoof to her crotch, intent on relieving herself of the feminine affliction, a metal door squealed open. It flooded the room with light and blinded her.
A brazen whiteness violated the dark room and cast itself upon Rarity through the vertical slats of her prison. In actuality, the amount of light was trivial, but to the retinae of the unprepared pony it was an onslaught. As she raised a hoof to shield her squinting eyes she could barely make out a dark figure in the doorway.
“Oh good, the new one’s awake.” the shadowy figure called back, met by a smattering of voices from the other room. The voice was masculine and familiar. Rarity wondered where she had heard that voice before. As she became lost in thought, the shadowy figure crossed the room to her cage. Kuch-Link! A loud, metallic sound knocked her from her contemplation just in time to watch as the bars facing the light swung away.
Disoriented, Rarity stepped forward meekly. Her legs were weak from lack of movement. She turned to study the shadowy figure, but a force on her neck caught her off-guard. It was a collar that magically levitated and fastened against the mare’s nape. The shadowy figure was clearly a unicorn. The new collar wasn’t painful, but it was far from comfortable. She stopped and reached to adjust the wearisome fitting.
“Move!” the voice shouted in perfect timing with a tug from a leash. Rarity hadn’t noticed the leash affixed to the collar. She tried to bark at her oppressor and tell him to unbind her, but the gag in her maw garbled her words pathetically.
Rarity expressed her frustration with a muffled grunt. Questions still buzzing about in her mind, she stepped in the direction of her magically taut tether. She kept walking and eventually crossed the threshold where a new wave of stimuli greeted her senses. Protecting her eyes from a single light-source in the ceiling, the pony realized that she must have been in the dark for hours. Still, despite the bright light, she began to take in her new surroundings.
The first thing Rarity noticed was that the muffled thumping sound she’d heard earlier was more pronounced. Not only was it louder, it was joined by other noises… laughter… catcalls. A party? O-or maybe a nightclub or something? Yes. That has to be it. A foul smell assaulted her nostrils. The odor conjured up images of Big Macintosh after a long day of apple-bucking in the sun. Her senses went into overdrive. The floor was soft under her hooves… a rubber-like material, but sticky.
Leash falling limp, Rarity stopped and blinked several times as the room started to unblur. Shadows coalesced into shapes and her heart skipped a beat, her vision focusing on her captors converging on her. Three ponies, their colors and cutie marks unimportant. All she could concentrate on was the frightening jet-black executioner’s hoods that all three wore. Their hooves fell upon their prey and held her firm. She struggled, her heart palpitating, but it was to no avail.
A glance to the left revealed a hypodermic needle held by one of her captors. Rarity's eyes widened and she desperately tried to break free as it inched towards her. She stained to bat the needle away with her magic, but again nothing happened. Hyperventilating and with teary eyes, she tensed her muscles as the metal pierced her neck. The mare's shrill scream was held back by the rubber ball. An eternity lapsed before the sharp point left her skin and two of the hooded ponies began to back away.
“No magic for you pony!” one of them snarled.
“Don’t mind him. Just behave and you’ll be treated fairly here, I promise.” the familiar masculine voice uttered reassuringly. Looking up, Rarity took in the visage of the pony trying to calm her. The threatening hood obscured his head, but she knew from his abilities that he had to be a unicorn. His coat matched the hood in blackness, making him completely dark save for his shorn fetlocks and a small, red, diamond-shaped cutie mark on either flank.
Turning to get a quick look at her other captors, Rarity found a hooded pegasus stallion with a brownish-gray coat and a black clover-shaped cutie mark. Beside him was a poorly constructed table, built from plywood and made only to hold a single wicker basket. Adjacent to the table was a door, made black with matte paint and lacking any detail except for a cheap metal handle. With a cursory glance, she noticed the entire room was black with the same ugly drab finish. Her fashion-sense retched at the dreadful color and the visible, haphazard brushstrokes on the walls. Looking back to the door, she thought about making a run for it now that she was no longer restrained, but this thought was quickly extinguished. Guarding the door was a third pony, a mare, her white coat contrasting starkly with the dark hood and a black spade embossed on her flank.
The room itself was a dull place with black walls and three black doors, including the one Rarity had just come from. A few pieces of odd furniture drew her attention: wooden railings, stable-like fabrications slapped together from painted two-by-fours, eye-bolts placed seemingly at random on the floor which was indeed coated in a rubbery surface. Glancing around the room, in the dimly-lit far corner, the white pony saw two other mares laying down. One of them returned her gaze, a blank stare from a green freckled face. The other pony, a dark-blue unicorn, didn’t bother to move or acknowledge Rarity’s presence. It’s like she’s looking right through me. Why I’ve never heard of a triple ponynapping… but then again these ponies look like they’ve been here much longer than I have.
The door guarded by the white, hooded-mare swung open and the cacophony of dance music and partying invaded the black room for a moment. In walked a dark-brown earth pony stallion. His face was gruff and chiseled, his muzzle darkened by a 5 o’clock shadow. Rarity tried to glimpse his cutie mark, but couldn’t from the angle he was facing.
“Hey Slim.” the hooded pegasus said.
“Howdy boys.” the gruff pony said drawing an ‘ahem’ from the hooded mare. “I heard you’ve got fresh meat tonight.” His eyes fell on Rarity who was staring at him with confusion and fear. “Oooh, she’s nice! Same price?”
“Same price.” the pegasus echoed. The earth pony reached into a saddlebag on his side and dropped 5 bits into the wicker basket on the table beside the door. Rarity’s leash began to tug on her throat again, leading her to the wall with the shoddy railings. She tried to plant her hooves, but the magic was too strong and it forced her forward.
Here she was, boxed in on both sides by wooden barriers with an up-close view of the lousy paint job. The magic released her leash and instead withdrew from a hole in the wall a horizontal plank which slid between Rarity’s front legs and rubbed against her belly. It was made of wood and upholstered in a cheap fabric. Rarity looked down at the board as it withdrew to its full length, ending just under her abdomen. Her tether lifted magically and snaked through a hole in the timber slat. The leash pulled tight, bringing her head slamming down against the lightly-cushioned surface. She tried to pull up, but she was held in place. Now she understood the purpose of the eye-bolts on the floor, they were to secure her leash. Panic overtook her as the earth pony stepped behind her.
“Whoo! This one’s ready to go! Feel that heat there, she’s like an oven!” Rarity knew what he was talking about. Her heat was in full-effect and would be quite obvious to anyone with the view this pony had. She lowered her tail so as to cover her genitals as best she could, but it was quickly yanked aside.
“Ahh ahh ahh, we’re gonna have some fun, you and I.” Rarity felt a hoof pressing against her plot and squealed into her gag. It moved along her supple white flesh and squished lewdly into her wet lips. She gasped as the pony called Slim explored her pussy. He withdrew and the vulnerable filly could hear and feel him stepping into position behind her. His hooves fell on her backside to either side of her tail. She struggled against her binding furiously as she felt a pressure on her dripping snatch.
“Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” Slim hollered as his penis slid into Rarity’s aching love canal. The pleasure she felt brought her to tears. She shouldn’t have enjoyed this demeaning act under normal circumstances, but her body was betraying her. The white mare kept struggling, trying to convince herself that she didn’t want this. The stallion pushed into her until he was pressed up against her cervix then withdrew his cock slowly before pushing back in again. Her gag held back a shriek.
“Hey! Take this stupid thing off of her! You know I like to hear ‘em scream!” The straps behind Rarity’s head unfastened and the rubber ball popped out of her mouth leaving a trail of spit on the plank in front of her.
“YOU BRUTES! You won’t get away with this! When Princess Celestia finds out I’m missing she’ll come looking for me and I wouldn’t want to be YOU!”
“Ha ha ha! That’s quite a story, love.” Slim said as he fucked Rarity leisurely. Her normally white face was red with blush. She tried to shake him off of her, but he only groaned in pleasure as she wiggled her hips.
“It’s not a story! Celestia will come! You have no idea who you’re messing with a-a-and I’ll make sure she deals with you too… Slim!” The earth pony stopped his thrusts. Buried to the hilt in Rarity he leaned over her and whispered in her ear.
“Nopony knows where you are and nopony is ever going to find you darling” he gyrated his hips and licked Rarity’s cheek with a long, humiliating stroke of his rough tongue “and Slim’s just an alias, but it’s not for you… you can call me daddy.” The stallion leaned back and resumed his rutting, each stroke bringing forth a sickening pleasure in the young mare. He wasn’t the most well-endowed stallion, but Rarity’s needy velvet walls hugged him like a long-lost friend.
She was exhausted from trying to fight. Her posture failed and the board under her belly began to support more and more of her weight as her legs buckled. Slim didn’t seem to mind nor did any of the hooded ponies and soon Rarity was a ragdoll, casually inching forward then drawing back like the tide.
A sudden thrust, harder and faster than before forced a loud moan from Rarity’s mouth. The white unicorn began to weep again. She had put up as much of a fight as she could; she had threatened her rapist; she had done all she could except stay silent and deprive him of the amusement of knowing how much pleasure she was feeling, yet her body was betraying her. Each stab from the earth pony’s flared cock sent refreshed tears streaming down her cheek yet she gasped and moaned. As much as she hated Slim, hated this wicked place, the fire in her belly craved it and being restrained and ravaged excited the deepest fathom of her fetish.
Rarity’s limp body was far from lifeless as she took her reaming on the upholstered board. Her hooves which hung underneath her, grazing the ground like an adult on a swing, tweaked and curled at each buzz of carnal enjoyment. Slim picked up his pace and fucked like a beast. His heavy balls slapped loudly against her hardened clit. Her body had completely succumbed to the carousel of pleasures; she moaned and gasped and drooled. Face stained with trails of eye-shadow, tears evaporating off her burning cheeks, the unicorn wallowed in the sensation of the thick shaft drilling into her. Slim simply chuckled as he continued his rut. He was getting his money’s worth; there was nothing this stallion enjoyed more than breaking-in a new sex slave.
Rarity’s orchestra of pleasure reached a fevered pitch. She was on the brink of a thrilling climax when suddenly she felt an emptiness in her belly and the weight lift off her rump. Slim had withdrawn himself from her and the relentless force that was driving her over the edge was now gone. Panic overtook the white unicorn. Her estrus had never felt more painful in her life; it was a phoenix pecking at her loins as her pleasure deflated. She wiggled her rump invitingly, hoping to coax the male pony back. She could sense him still behind her even though she couldn’t feel or see him. Her nice, inviting wiggles soon became nagging bounces.
“I’m sorry. Were you enjoying that?” Slim said mockingly. “If you want me back, tell me what I want to hear.” Rarity pondered his words and continued to brandish her soaking backside. She wanted to look back at Slim with pleading eyes, perhaps saving herself the total embarrassment of begging vocally; this was impossible, however, as her head was held tight against the board, muzzle soaked in a puddle of her own drool. Racked by the blaze in her hindquarters, she had no choice but to swallow her pride.
“P-please put it back in me.” Her plea came out more like a low whimper.
“What was that?” he mocked, teasing her even longer.
“Pleeease! Put it back in me!” Rarity choked the words out louder.
“You… want me to fuck you?” Slim taunted.
“Yes! Fuck me please! Fuck me!”
“Now what did I tell you to call me?” Rarity’s eyes teared up again; he had complete control over her.
“Daddy, please! I need you daddy!” With a chuckle Slim shoved his cock back into Rarity’s winking pussy. As if taking insurance against any more teasing, her body responded to the sudden penetration with a wave of intense pleasure. Her legs stiffened and her back arched as much as it could as blissful orgasm overtook her. Slim pounded the white pony through her climax, enjoying the tightness gripping his slick shaft. The wet sounds of frenzied lovemaking competed with the muffled music and partying noises still thumping in the background. She had no cares anymore; she was an animal that yearned to be mated.
Just as Rarity’s body finished convulsing she felt a second quake welling up inside her. Without missing a beat, she exploded again. Two orgasms in a row, stitched together seamlessly like so many of her fashionable dresses. Her pussy trembled and released a splash of sticky liquid onto the rubber floor and onto Slim’s wide nutsack. The juice only amplified the sounds of pony sex as sticky balls met dripping clit with even louder, wetter slaps. The unicorn's head shook side-to-side, choking her on the tied collar. Mind-blowing pleasure cracked through her like a whip. Her mind had pushed aside her rapist and was imagining the perfect lover, taking her in this most intimate of ways.
Slim moaned as he watched his favorite new fucktoy quivering beneath his hooves, her tail flagging against his belly. Five bits was a steal for a night like this he thought to himself. Each bareback thrust brought him closer to an orgasm of his own. The masculine groaning picked up speed. Slim’s thrusts became more erratic and his eyes closed instinctively. Rarity felt the throbbing horsecock twitch inside her, signaling an imminent ejaculation. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth and landed in a pool of her drool as soothing pulses tore through her belly. Slim doused the her womb with his unborn fillies, extinguishing the torturous flame inside her. It was the most satisfying sensation she had ever experienced. She felt so receptive, so feminine.
Rarity laid on the plank in a state of fuzzy bliss as the stallion unceremoniously withdrew his spent cock from her. Slim stepped back and admired his work. His voluminous load snaked out of her marehood and trickled down her thighs gracefully. The freshly-fucked filly panted and huffed, her head still swimming. The hooded black unicorn who had been watching silently in the corner stepped forward. Magic fluttered and the leash untied itself and worked back up through the hole in the board. The board slid quickly back into its cubby hole, rudely forcing the pony to support her own weight once again.
The sudden change snapped her back to reality. She rotated in place and saw the mucky mess of sexual fluids on the floor. She felt the semen cooling on her legs, soiling her beautiful coat. The primal fire in her belly was gone; she was left with only logic and reason. Disgust that she had tried to register earlier was now coming in spades. Rarity had been violated, used in the most despicable of ways. She lifted her head just in time to feel a muzzle press audaciously against her lips. Her eyebrows furled angrily and she broke the kiss with a swing of her right forehoof. Her swipe connected with Slim’s cheek sending him reeling.
“Eeep!” Rarity gagged and grasped her throat as her leash snapped up and backwards into the air, raising her onto her hind legs.
“Whoo! A feisty one!” the hooded pegasus hollered with enthusiasm. “Better be more careful Slim boy!”
“That was not wise.” the black unicorn scolded Rarity sternly. She could only cough and struggle as she dangled from her leash like a sheet from a clothesline. “I told you to behave and you’d be treated fairly, but we have ways of punishing impetuous little sluts.”
“Oh lighten up Diamond, it’s her first day.” the white, hooded mare said, her honeyed voice cutting the tension like a knife. Slim finished straightening himself out with a crack of his neck and one final rub on his bruised cheek. He stepped coolly to the squirming unicorn.
“Don’t worry love, no hard feelings. You’ll be seeing a lot of me from now on.” With that, Slim turned and strolled towards the exit. The upbeat music filled the room again as Rarity pried and scratched desperately at her collar, her face darkening in hue. The leash went slack and her forehooves impacted the floor, flattening a few drops of cum. The white unicorn gasped and wheezed as oxygen returned to her lungs. No sooner had her sputtering stopped than she was being dragged magically across the room.
“We’ll see if you hit my customers after spending some time in the tank.” the black pony said.
“Let go of me! LET GO!!” Rarity’s protests were met with even stronger force. The pair made their way under the dusty light and across to the darker side of the room where she felt her entire body being lifted by magic. The white pony twisted in the air and slammed back-first into the wall where she was locked into a contraption of purposes unclear. A ratcheting sound rang out and soon a watertight rubber seal was slipping over her head. She closed her eyes and whined. When she opened her eyes the room was blurry and had a strange glare. Looking around, she realized that her head was trapped inside a transparent cone of plastic that was open at the top.
“You’ll get your dinner in there too. When you learn your place you’ll get real food.” Rarity dismissed the unicorn’s words and focused on freeing herself. A wide strap tightened around her belly, keeping her back and withers uncomfortably square with the wall. She cried out in pain as her purple mane tugged magically through the rubber opening and flopped over the side of the plastic bowl. The black unicorn trotted back to his post leaving Rarity in the humiliating position. She sat on the floor with her head and belly secured, legs splayed open and oozing whiteness from her feminine orifice.
From this side of the room Rarity could easily see the two mares she’d only glimpsed before. She stared through her plastic enclosure at the pair. The green pony that had locked eyes with her earlier was doing so again. Her apologetic expression told everything. Whatever this contraption was, it was something to fear.
The door to the party opened and shut once more, this time allowing the hooded pegasus to return to his post. He must have left while Rarity was being dragged; she simply hadn’t noticed in the commotion. No sooner had he returned to his station than the door opened again and two new stallions came trotting in. There was a sound of coins and the two other mares got to their hooves; first the green one, then slowly the blue one followed. The white unicorn watched as the pair sauntered with heads hung low over to the ‘stables’ where she herself had been raped.
Rarity managed to get a better look at the mares as they passed her. They were both bedraggled, looking like they hadn’t seen a spa in months, perhaps never! The green mare was a frail young thing with a short, darker-green tail, freckles, a boyish mane and a sprig of mint for a cutie mark. The second mare was a unicorn and the exact opposite of her green counterpart. She was stocky, built more like Rainbow Dash, but a much darker blue; her mane and tail were long, straight and black as the room. Her flank was speckled with white dots that stood out against her coat like a field of stars.
Rarity’s eyes watered as the other mares took their places without being told. Upholstered boards extended under them both and they instantly relaxed their legs, allowing the planks to take their weight. The two new stallion customers lined themselves up behind the mares. As expected, they both hopped onto their female partners and began to fuck like horny bunnies. The white pony couldn’t watch, it didn’t feel right to. She wondered if they had watched her when Slim had been hammering her earlier.
“Remember guys, you only get the discounted rate if you help us discipline our new recruit.” the hooded pegasus shouted. Rarity wondered what he meant by this; she’d soon get her answer.
Minutes passed and the stallions were grunting and moaning hard. Almost simultaneously they pulled out of their respective mares and cantered over to where Rarity was sitting. She looked up with horror as they each laid their throbbing, glistening cocks on the lip of the plastic cone and leaned against the wall.
Her eyes reflexively closed as the first ejaculation hit her nose and clung like warm paste. A second streamer of warm goo ricocheted off her horn and landed in her mane. The next thirty seconds or so was more of the same, a hailstorm of warm semen splattering her in an obscene facial. It dripped and pooled under her chin. The white, hooded mare opened the door and let two more customers into the stale room. If Rarity hadn't been so completely lost in shock and misery she would’ve been surprised at just how much a stallion could cum. The pair of male ponies withdrew their penises, squeezing the last drop of their spooge onto the inside edge of the plastic cone.
As the spent stallions left, two new ones staked a claim behind the mares and prepared for what they had paid for. Rarity bawled like a foal. Of all the things that she could be forced to endure this was the worst possible thing. Cum dripped from her eye-lashes; it ran down her cheeks and across her lips and it soaked into her purple mane. For a pony who spent so much time making herself look glamorous, this was a nightmare.
The rest of the night progressed the same way; stallions came in to use the green and blue mares and ended by blowing their thick, white jizz all over Rarity’s head. After the first pair of stallions, it was clear that the watertight seal would prevent any of the horsecum from exiting the cone. The sticky substance naturally flowed towards the bottom and bubbled around Rarity’s neck. After only a few cycles, she already had to hold her muzzle up to stop from drowning in the disgusting slime. Cumshot after cumshot, the cone around the tortured mare’s head became more opaque and white. The fill-line climbed reliably, encasing her in a fishbowl of spunk. It rose to cover her cheeks. It rose to cover her eyes, but Rarity kept her mouth closed and her nose above the surface of the goo.
Deprived of hearing and then sight, it became harder for the unicorn to tell how many stallions had come and gone. Rarity hoped with all her heart that her captors would come soon to release her from the cum helmet. Another jet of semen hit the mare square in the nostril and oozed into her nose. She nearly puked at the nauseating sensation. Another spurt hit the other nostril. She exhaled violently, clearing her nose of the slimy semen, but it was becoming more difficult to take proper breaths.
Resistance had proven ineffective. She surrendered and opened her mouth which instantly filled with cool, salty horsecum. The white pony gagged mightily as she swallowed. It was the most offensive thing she’d ever been forced to do; it might as well have been excrement, but eating it was still slightly more appealing than drowning in it. Another gulp, the bitter liquid went down smoother the second time. Each swallow revealed more and more of Rarity’s glazed face and satisfied her rumbling tummy.
When she had drank enough of the cum that she could level her head, a hoof wiped the mess from her eyes. She opened her sticky eyelids and looked up.
“Did you enjoy your meal?” The black hooded figure towered over her. “Good. Rest assured that if you continue to misbehave you’ll get this treatment again. You’d do well to be a good little slave.” He magically removed Rarity from the contraption and tossed her aside. “There’s a towel and a sink in the other room. Go clean yourself up. Business is closed until tomorrow.” She followed her instructions. Opening a door on the wall behind her, she entered a new room. It was a fairly featureless space and the cum-drenched mare was in no mood to examine every detail, but there was a sink and a large bed much like the one she’d been taken from at Carousel Boutique. Turning the tap on the sink she did her best to rinse the semen from her mane and dry herself before returning to be ushered back to her dark, dark cell.
The door slammed shut leaving Rarity behind in her cage, trapped in the lightless room. The significance of the day’s events weighed heavy on her. She curled up in a ball of shame on the cold floor. As her thoughts grew more hopeless, her eyes watered. She began to whine and cry, softly at first, but like most things Rarity did, it soon became more dramatic. In minutes the white pony was bawling, her tears accompanied by throaty wails that bounded around the room.
“Please don’t cry.” A small, disembodied voice tried to console the sobbing unicorn. Rarity clamped her muzzle shut in embarrassment and dried her eyes.
“Who-who’s there?!” she asked.
“Oh. Silly me, I didn’t mean to startle you. It’s me, err, us… the mares from outside.” There was no second voice, but Rarity took her word that they were both there. Her anxiousness to finally talk to these two was enough to overcome her embarrassment. Sniffling, she spoke back to the voice.
“Well, I’m Rarity. What are your names?”
“The names we were given have no meaning here, but I suppose I used to be called Sweet Leaf and this here is..”
“My name is Starry Night.” a second, more boisterous voice interjected.
“No meaning here? What in Equestria do you mean? A name is part of who you are, it always has meaning!” Rarity lectured into the darkness. When there wasn’t an immediate answer she worried she may have said something wrong, but then that small voice pierced the silence.
“I-it’s not so bad here.” Rarity couldn’t believe her ears.
“What?! It’s positively dreadful here! I’m locked in a cage, forced to do unspeakable things… you saw what they did to me out there!” she spoke with outrage.
“Yes, you shouldn’t have hit that man. I promise that wouldn't happen if you’d mind the masters.” Rarity would have reached out and shook Sweet Leaf silly if she could’ve.
“Darling, you can’t be serious… you- you- you’re just confused. I assure you th-“
“I’ve been here a lot longer than you have. We don’t have such a bad life here. We’re well fed, we get all the sex we could ever want, we..” Rarity cut her off, raising her voice.
“But that’s just it, we don’t want it! They’re forcing it upon us!”
“Don’t tell me you didn’t have fun. I heard you moaning up there.” Sweet Leaf replied.
“…I…” Rarity paused, blushing madly, unseen in her cell. “…there was pleasure… but it’s not right. Doesn’t it bother you that they’re making a profit off our bodies?”
“I think of it differently… Rarity. I don’t own my body, I just keep it warm for the stallions and stay out of their way while they’re using it. If the masters can make enough money to keep us all fed and safe and still have some left over for themselves, who am I to object?” There was a long pause as Rarity thought about what kind of a mare would believe something so degrading. Sweet Leaf spoke again. “We’re not abused. If anypony hits us the masters step in and throw them out. If we’re ever sick they let us rest and even give us medicine.”
“W-w-well, what about using the little filly’s room?” Rarity asked, feeling a pressure inside her that hadn’t materialized until just recently.
“Oh, well there’s a bathroom. We usually go in the morning when we wake up, and we just ask the masters if we can go whenever we need to. They’re very understanding.”
“But what about if I have to go… now?” Rarity's question died into a whisper.
“Oh! ... ...We usually go before we’re put to bed… uhh, well… there’s a drain in the floor.” Sweet Leaf replied, embarrassed. Rarity really did have to go; she hadn’t peed since she'd been abducted. Relieving herself here was revolting, but it wouldn't wait until morning. Even though the other mares couldn't see her, she felt obligated to ask permission first.
“I’m terribly sorry, but do you… mind?” she blurted out.
“If you really need to.” That wasn’t the thorough consent she was hoping for, but she understood the awkwardness of the situation and knew that it was all she would get. Rarity pressed herself into the corner of her cage and lowered herself on her haunches. The silence was broken by the pitter-patter of liquid pouring onto the hard floor. It took a while for her full bladder to empty and the shame grew with each passing second, but it was a fair trade for the relief she needed. When she had finished, the conversation started again as if nothing had happened. The white pony itched to confront Sweet Leaf over her acquiescence to a life of sexual slavery, but not wanting to start a fight, she changed gears.
“How long have you both been here?”
“Well, Starry came here a couple months ago. I was so happy to have someone else to talk to! As for me, I lost track after my tenth month so I really don’t know.”
“Ten!? Don’t you think your friends are worried about you? Your family??”
“I never really had any friends… and I hadn’t seen my family for a year before I came here.”
“Well no wonder you believe the things you do. Everypony should have friends who care about them. If we get out of here, you should come back to Ponyville, where I’m from…”
“I kinda like to think of this as my family. Starry and I are best friends!”
“She seems rather quiet.”
“She’s just confused like you. She’s coming around though!”
“I told you this place was wrong.” the third voice proclaimed. “You said I was confused two months ago and I tried to believe you, but this new pony feels what I felt.”
“Not this again." Sweet Leaf responded. "I’m trying to help you adjust dear, I want you to be happy. You can be happy here, just like me!”
“You think that," Rarity said "but you don’t know what we’ve lost in coming here… the ponies that are worried about us… the lives we had. I don’t think I could ever be happy here. Starry Night seems to understand.” The blue unicorn confirmed her statement. The room deadened again with uncomfortable silence. This time it was the Starry that spoke first.
“Well, what do we do?”
“First, you fill me in on what you know about this place.” Rarity commanded. With a sigh, Sweet Leaf spoke again.
“I don’t know where we are exactly, but there’s a club next door where our customers come from.”
“I'd figured as much, from the music." Rarity remarked.
“Yeah, the club is pretty jumpin’, but we’re the real entertainment!” Sweet Leaf said with an obvious pride in her voice. Rarity did her best to brush it off.
“Do you have any idea of how we could escape? Has anypony ever tried to escape?”
“I thought about it, but Sweet Leaf told me it would be a bad idea. I don’t think going out the front door would work…”
“No it certainly would not.” Sweet Leaf interjected. “Trust me when I say that if you leave the care of the masters you’ll find no friendly faces.”
“I’d tend to agree. If we get out, we’ll be on our own. No one will help us; they’ll only return us… if we’re lucky.” Starry Night replied. “As for an actual escape route, there is a window in the bedroom, but it’s small and too high to reach…”
“Wait.. ‘bedroom’?” Rarity inquired.
“Yeah” Starry continued “that’s what we call it. You know the room… if you leave this room and just walk straight? The room with the bed in it?”
“Ohhhhh.” Rarity had almost forgotten, the room where she washed her mane. “So, what is that room for anyway? Is that where the ‘masters’ sleep?” Rarity asked, adding a defiant sarcasm to the word ‘masters’.
“Oh no,” Sweet Leaf corrected “think of it like a suite for our more… hmmm… picky customers.”
“Come again?”
“She means they fuck us in there. The stallions who prefer a bed, or a more intimate atmosphere, or more privacy, or… group things; they pay a little extra to take us into the bedroom.” Starry Night explained to Rarity’s mild surprise. The white unicorn contemplated the meager escape options and sighed.
“I’m sure I could get us out of here if I could use my magic.”
“Yeah, they inject us with this goop that interrupts the flow of our energy. What’s worse is that the injections seem to have a cumulative effect. When I first got here they had to inject me at least once a day, but slowly they started spacing them out; I haven’t had one for a week, but I still can’t so much as make a dim light.” Starry’s confession made Rarity’s heart jump.
“You mean you think the effects could be… permanent?!!” Rarity shouted impulsively.
“Hey, I'm not sure! Calm down! All I know is it takes less and less of that stuff to keep us powerless. I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t a possibility though.”
“I lived my whole life without magic, it never bothered me none.” Sweet Leaf cut in. The unicorns tried to ignore her. Their conversation continued unabated, the unicorns getting to know each other better. Talk of elaborate escape plans waned into simple stories from their previous lives. They spoke of their friends, their families and their professions. Starry Night shared that she used to be an astronomer from Trottingham. Rarity was stunned. The blue unicorn lacked the accent of a Trottingham pony, but more striking was that she had come from so far away. The white mare then thought to ask Sweet Leaf where it was she called home, it was Fillydelphia. It began to sink in that these three had been brought together from great distances.
“I suppose there’s really no telling where we are.” said Rarity.
“I told you, it’s not so bad here. You’ll get used to it if you’d just stop worrying yourself silly!”
“Sweet Leaf, please. We can’t stay here. Starry knows it and I know it. Don’t you see?”
“But if you two leave, I’ll have no one to talk to again.” Sweet Leaf said, her voice becoming brittle.
“You can come with us, you can start a new life, with real friends who respect you and appreciate you. You have to trust me that it’s a better option than staying here... but it won’t happen unless one or more of us get free and find help. Promise us this conversation will never leave this room. Please darling!” Silence. Arctic, frigid, utter silence. Rarity’s heart sunk; she knew Sweet Leaf wouldn’t understand and now her whole life rested in the hoof of this one earth pony. She gulped, close to tears.
“I promise.” The conversation petered out after that, yet it was alright. Rarity had the answer she was hoping for.
“Then I suppose it’s settled. If one of us gets a break, we take it, and if we get out of here we promise to come back with help for the others.” Rarity ended the conversation and after some pleasantries the three ponies laid down to rest. She found it hard to sleep given the circumstances, but after spending enough mental energy, she too slipped into a much needed slumber.
* * * * *
The morning brought the façade of a domestic life. Bowls of oats with brown sugar for each of the three mares, water, trips to the bathroom, etc. Rarity took her scheduled inoculation with little fuss this time. The best chance for escape would come if her captors thought she had become obedient, or at least that’s what she presumed. She ate the foods she was given. She helped clean when she was asked to. The white unicorn did everything she could to be the slave she was expected to be.
Rarity’s captors were still wearing their black hoods. She wondered if either Sweet Leaf or Starry Night had ever seen them without the veils, but now was not the time to ask. She’d save her question for nighttime when they were alone.
The quiet morning and chore-filled afternoon gave way to night with almost no warning. The only evidence of times passage in the windowless black room was the sound of ponies slowly filling the adjacent club. The thump of the subwoofers told the girls that it was time. It was time for them to be used; time to fulfill the purpose for which they were abducted. That time for the stream of customers that would take them, treat them like meat, and leave without a single thanks. None of the mares objected, not ostensibly at least. Rarity and Starry Night of course had deep opposition, but they’d never express it. They would wait like snakes in the grass, searching for an opening, an opportunity to escape.
The room was ready; it had been cleaned by the mares during the afternoon. The three hooded ponies were at their usual posts. Rarity, Sweet Leaf, and Starry Night lay in the corner. The whole setting had an air of déjà vu. Only the fashion pony's second night, this was her first where she expected and was prepared for what was to come.
Rarity winced as if she had been struck as the door to the club pushed open, letting in the riotous music. Two stallions: one red, one brown, with coins ready to pay as they entered. The question now was whom would they choose?
“Alright, the two of you have the suite for an hour. Take your pick.” the hooded pegasus said. The stallions discussed between themselves, judging each mare on criteria that would’ve made a free pony blush.
“We’ll take the unicorn babes.” Rarity looked at Starry Night, the blue mare was already getting to her hooves and she decided to do the same. She was still wearing her collar and leash and she noticed the leash began float, captured in magical aura. Determined to show her obedience, she kept pace with her fellow slave as she walked into the bedroom. The leash fell limply, brushing against her white forehoof and causing the pony to crack a smile. She’d manipulated her master. Of course it was through obedience, but in her own way, she’d gained a shred of control; it was just enough to remind her that she was a real pony.
Moonlight dripped in through the small casement window near the ceiling to the right of the bed. The room was lit by a single light fixture, much like the main area. The walls here were too, painted black in stark contrast to the bright white sheets and brass bedposts that took center-stage. A dirty utility sink loitered in the corner. It was a room designed for a single purpose. Any appearance of comfort was superficial; just enough to satisfy the hour-long visitor.
Rarity and Starry crawled up onto the bed; they had been followed in by their stallion customers as well as a familiar jet-black pony who stood watch inconspicuously near the door. The red and brown ponies were clearly close friends. They poked each other in the ribs and horsed around, all the while preparing themselves with a hoof beneath their belly. She pondered the strangeness of this while she sat on the soft sheets. Sex was, to her, a private affair. Who were these stallions that would come to a place like this with a friend? Even as the males were mounting the bed, she couldn’t shake this curious thought. She imagined the conversation they might’ve had before coming here. She tried to picture Twilight and herself enjoying sex in the same room. The idea of Twilight with any stallion made her smirk. That girl and her books.
The red pony took Rarity by the horn, breaking her chain of thought. He forced her head down to his stocky erection. She would’ve punched anyone in Ponyville who dared treat her that way, but a glimpse of hooded pony in the background vanquished her sensibilities. She opened her lips and allowed the stallion meat to slip inside. Her taste buds reacted to the salty flavor, her spit mixing with sweat and flowing precum. He shifted forward on the bedspread. A pleasant moan hung in the air as he pressed a hoof onto Rarity’s head. She did what was expected of her. The white unicorn took more of the cock into her maw. Feeling the weight on her tongue, she worked her head up and down slowly. Her entire world became a red pony belly and the hard cock in her mouth.
The warm, loose skin caressed Rarity’s lips as she moved her head. In full disclosure, this wasn’t the first time she’d serviced a stallion in this way; this was, however, the first time it was so tawdry and meaningless. The hoof on her head forced her down farther. She cringed as the meaty shaft slid into her throat. The red pony grappled her purple mane and pulled while she blew him. The thought of biting down crossed her, but she quickly decided against it. Her customer moaned hard, oblivious to her thoughts.
The red pony pulled Rarity’s mane firmly, yanking her mouth from his dick. She looked at Starry Night who was sucking the brown bastard beside her. She looked back; her stallion motioned for her to turn around. The white unicorn spun in place, her hooves sinking into the featherbed mattress as she moved. She bent down and tried to get comfortable, but the red stallion didn’t give her the time; he mounted her with haste.
Rarity shivered as the cock slid into her pussy. Despite the previous night, there was simply no getting used to the degrading feeling of being violated and used like a toy. Her face grew a deep red as she felt every inch of him slide inside and then withdraw. Over and over he rammed her.
Starry Night gasped as she too was pulled away from her oral duties. She spun around and lay next to Rarity, their hooves almost touching. The white mare watched and saw the teary glint in her counterpart's eye as she was penetrated from behind. Starry turned her head and the two mares locked eyes. Rocking back and forth on that bed, Rarity felt a sudden intimate connection with the blue unicorn; they understood each other’s pain.
The red pony chuckled and grunted as he fucked. His belly fell onto Rarity's back in a peculiar hug, his cock still buried in her. He lifted her jaw with a hoof, drawing her head back. She gasped as wetness engulfed her horn. Her stallion had taken her horn into his mouth and was playfully suckling it. She closed her eyes and tried her best to resist the dual pleasures; her mouth was on a different page and hung open, shallow breaths rolling out of it with regularity. Withdrawing his mouth quickly he once again concentrated on the rhythm of his haunches.
Rarity felt the penis leave her belly. While turning her head to see what was wrong, she felt something she’d never felt. A pressure as this stallion pressed himself into her anus. She clenched, but it didn’t stop the monster cock from invading her plot; it only served to increase her pain. The mare winced and pleaded with short, breathless whines. At the height of her discomfort she felt a hoof against hers; she looked down to see Starry Night sharing a friendly touch with her. The white pony nearly cried at that moment; it was just what she needed. Calmed by the blue mare, Rarity's plothole relaxed around the thick shaft.
A silent friendship developed that night between the two mares. They felt the energy between them, an emotional conduit from which they each fed. Despite several position changes, they always found a way to comfort each other, be it with hoof or gaze. Rarity could tell that Starry Night cared about her and vice versa. She also knew that she’d never have gotten through her first anal penetration without the blue unicorn. Time flew by and before they knew it, it was over. The red and brown stallions dismounted them with a brohoof, leaving them flushed. Cum dripped from their distended plotholes as they rubbed hooves in affection.
The mares took their time getting off of the bed and returning to their place. They shared a smile as they cleaned themselves with water from the sink. Rarity and Starry Night shed the bony grip of hopelessness after that night. They had eachother, and their friendship wasn't something that could be taken from them by the masters. It would be there, always. It gave them strength and gave them something to look forward to. Their cells became homes. Following their nights of forced torment they began to appreciate the bittersweet comfort of a quiet conversation between friends.
Two weeks passed, each day much the same as the last. Quiet mornings, chores in the afternoon, sex at night, repeat. Door, music, coins, small talk. Gruff, uncaring ponies looking to party in the most sinful of ways, coming to use Rarity and her new friends. Sometimes alone, sometimes in groups, the stallions never stopped coming.
She obeyed every day, like a well-trained animal, but her time hadn’t come and gone without gains. Her captors had warmed up to the idea that she was just as docile as Sweet Leaf or Starry Night. The day the black one had removed her leash was a major victory. She’d also managed to talk him into giving her a hairbrush and mirror; Rarity told him that he’d get more business if she and her counterparts looked more presentable.
Not having her blue eye-shadow to apply was a reminder of where she was, but she enjoyed the token comfort of a brush. Each morning, Rarity made sure to be the first one to the small mirror so she could get her purple locks just right, or as right as she could lacking all the beauty products of her home. She even helped Starry and Sweet fix their manes. It was a bonding experience, a mini-makeover for each of her new friends. It was the first time since she’d been abducted that she’d actually been brought to fits of giggling. The blue unicorn had a natural beauty, but Rarity was surprised at how well Sweet Leaf’s short, boyish mane could look with some T.L.C..
Despite her attempts, some successful, to make her sexual slavery more bearable, she thirsted for freedom. Of all the things she’d learned about the sex trade, the one that struck her the most was that the customer was always right. While some stallions were happy to pay for simple, mechanical, vanilla sex, others had more eccentric tastes. As long as none of the girls got hurt, the hooded ponies were willing to indulge their clients in even the wildest of requests, provided they had the money. In just two weeks, Rarity had been taken in every position, in every hole, double penetrated, triple penetrated, shared like a carcass between wolves. She’d been forced to wear degrading lingerie, to role play, to use sex toys, to lick plotholes, and even urinated on by a very particular customer.
Rarity had yet to find a feasible escape opportunity, though not from lack of trying. Her time here had convinced her that the only way would indeed be the bedroom window. There was simply no way to slip out the front door. Still, she couldn’t reach the window on her own. Additionally, it was rare that she was taken into the bedroom without supervision from her master.
Another night, another customer. The door opened and in the music poured; the usual routine. Rarity had gotten used to seeing the same customers. A glut of repeat business aside, even the ponies she hadn’t seen were all the same: grabby, full-mouthed, gargoyles willing to trade money for sexual thrills in a way she never could have imagined.
“I’ll take the white one.” This one's voice, it had a sophistication to it Rarity had not heard since her last visit to Canterlot. She looked up, indeed before her stood a unicorn of incredible stature. His grey coat and white mane were neatly groomed, his tail curled and flowed as if it were caught by a breeze. His most distinguishing feature, however, were his bright, green eyes which stood out like sparkling peridot.
Rarity wondered whom this striking pony was and where he’d come from. His cutie mark was a circle, no, a sphere of something silver and shiny. Rarity stood up and looked at her master. In actuality, all three of the hooded ponies could be called such, but it was the black unicorn that seemed to carry the most clout. The veiled pony nodded his head, signaling her that the client had paid to use the bedroom. She started walking, soon to be joined by the unicorns.
“Ahem. Sir, I’d appreciate some privacy, if you will.” Rarity turned having only just entered the bedroom. The grey unicorn was standing in the doorway, his hoof on the frame and blocking her master’s path.
“It’s standard policy, sir.” the black pony said. Rarity couldn’t believe what she was seeing; there was a fleeting chance she might get this stallion all alone. Such an opportunity she couldn’t ignore.
“I demand some privacy or I shall take my business elsewhere.” he said with a snort.
“I promise you won’t even know I’m there, but I must insist.” Rarity’s forehead was sweating. Oh please please please please please!
“Would this satisfy you?” The customer produced a hoofful of gold coins. Rarity couldn’t see from where she was standing, but from her master’s reaction it must have been a hearty sum of money.
“As you wish, sir.” The door closed and Rarity’s newest customer turned and looked her over. He circled her and rubbed her plot before ordering her to the white bed. Her thoughts focused on how to take advantage of this situation. She decided to go along for now. The white pony stepped up onto the bed and tried to look weak. Her unicorn stallion followed her onto the bed with a mighty leap.
Placing a hoof under Rarity’s bottom, he tipped her back and laid her head on the starched, white pillows. He caressed her belly with one hoof, supporting her neck with the other. The way he was touching her was sensual, even if it was paid for; she felt something different about this stallion. He spread her legs and tussled her labia, stopping briefly to give her clit a pleasant rub. Then he brought his hoof up to her mouth. She marveled at how wet she was, but licked the juice from the unicorn’s appendage like a good, little filly.
Rarity tried to focus on plotting her escape, but his tender touches were too exciting. Am I actually falling for this pony? The grey stallion bent down and kissed her. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth, letting his flighty tongue inside. She’d kissed stallions in her time here, but not like this. This was one of passion, not the degrading, heartless gesture she was used to during sex.
The grey pony broke their kiss. Rarity’s mouth remained open. She opened her eyes ever so slightly and looked down. He was getting hard. An opportunity for escape like this might not come again, but what could she do? The mare's eyes clouded with tears. With a blink, twin streams rolled down her cheeks.
“What’s wrong, dear?” the stallion asked.
“P-please… help me.” Rarity pleaded softly.
“What are you talking about?” His ignorance seemed genuine, and it meant… perhaps he’d be willing to help her escape!
“They’re keeping me here against my will! I was taken from my home and forced to…”
“My word! I’m so sorry! I-I-I assumed you were here of your own accord… my deepest apologies to you.”
“Shhhhh… they’ll hear you. Don’t apologize, just please help me escape.”
“Of course, but how?” he asked.
“Th-there’s a window over there. I can’t reach it by myself, but if you could lift me I would run for help.”
“Yes, yes, and I’ll stay behind and when my hour is over I’ll tell them you knocked me out and escaped.”
“They’ll wonder... how I escaped…” she said.
“I think they’ll be too busy wanting to find you to be worried about details like that.” Rarity looked at the stallion with concern. “Don’t you worry about me, I can handle myself.” She smiled and her eyes sparkled. This was it, the moment she’d been waiting for, the moment she’d promised Starry Night she’d take advantage of.
“Thank you so much! I simply cannot repay you enough… I… wish there was a way…” Rarity looked up at her green-eyed knight with a naughty smirk. He truly was a magnificent pony. She spread her legs invitingly.
“Oh no, I couldn’t miss…”
“Rarity, and please, I want you to. You’re my hero!” He hesitated, but didn’t argue. Sliding into place, he thrust himself into the mare’s waiting body.
“My name is Mercury.” the grey pony offered without reason. They started to make love. Rarity bucked her hips at the peak of each thrust to take as much of her stallion friend into her as she could. They kept their moans as quiet as possible, even if they were the sounds that were expected; Rarity and Mercury wouldn’t want to give an audible clue that they had finished having sex.
Time passed slowly. It was a moment Rarity wanted to last forever. Being locked in passionate coitus with this gourgeous stallion contrasted like day and night with all those before him. There was no comparison, this was real, this meant something. The purple-maned pony's physical pleasure was like a single flower in a garden of emotional solace.
Mercury was a real life knight in shining armor to Rarity. It was almost a fairytale and even though they wouldn't be able to ride off into the sunset together, riding her would be a suitable consolation. The white pony squeezed with muscles she rarely exercised, milking the throbbing erection inside her. She was no longer a slave, no longer a part of this sex trade, for the moment he'd locked hips with her, she had been set free.
“Ugnnh… I’m going to…” Mercury sputtered in the throes of pleasure.
“Where do you want it?” Rarity asked sensually. He pulled his throbbing penis out of her and shuffled on top of her belly. The white pony got the idea and lowered her mouth to the glistening tip of his meat. She took the head of him into her mouth, tasting her own juices on him. She stroked the base of his heavy cock with her forehooves.
“Hnnnnnnng! Uhh!” Mercury’s semen splashed against Rarity’s soft palette and filled her mouth. She swallowed through his orgasm, drinking him, making sure not to spill one drop. Her eyes were closed. She sucked on the twitching cock as his pleasure subsided, lapping at his urethra with her tongue. This was exactly what she needed; she wanted to please him, to thank him for what he was about to do and the danger he was putting himself in.
Rarity sucked his flared head until it withdrew from her mouth on its own. She looked up at Mercury who was above her, trying to catch his breath. Those big green orbs stared back at her, thanking her. The flushed ponies locked hooves in a tender hug before hatching their plan.
“I can’t thank you enough.” Rarity whispered as Mercury opened the thin casement window with his magic.
“You’ve thanked me quite enough, just do me a favor and get yourself out of here. Run far, find your home, and remember me.” Mercury placed his hooves together under the window and Rarity stepped onto them.
“I will, of course I will!” With one final hoist, Rarity was able to scramble out the tiny window and plop onto the dirt on the other side. The fresh air on her coat made her feel alive, but now was not the time to revel in it; she needed to get as far away as possible. The mare gathered her bearings. There were no ponies in sight. She was behind a large, single-level, wooden building with white paint peeling off in thick chips. She stood up and brushed the dirt and paint chips off of her coat. A forest only 30 yards in front of her seemed the perfect getaway. She started running, looking both ways for ponies who might see her; there were none. Unseen, Rarity disappeared into the heavy foliage.
Determined, she galloped deep into the forest. The clearing vanished behind her and the undergrowth thickened. Tall trees choked the light, preventing it from touching the white pony. The cacophony of chirping, unperceived insects and bird calls gave the forest life. Rarity’s magic still refused to work, forcing her to brush the thickest of branches aside with her hoof, slowing her down tremendously. Still, she pressed forward, deeper than perhaps was necessary. With every step placed between her and that shack of horrors, the more at ease she felt.
Panting hard, she stopped. She was deep in the forest now. Rarity looked around and for the first time, the thought of predators crossed her mind. There was nothing she could do; she sighed. If a wild beast wanted to make her its dinner, it would be a stroke of bad luck she couldn’t avoid. Instead, the white pony focused on what she could worry about, namely finding her bearings. Luckily, she had found a tree, uprooted ever so slightly so that its trunk was at an angle. It wasn’t a dangerous tilt, but it was enough that with some effort she felt she could climb the thing. Her hopes were that if she could climb high enough she might be able to glean the lay of the land, or recognize some landmarks.
Rarity pressed her body against the trunk and strained to reach a low hanging branch with her forehoof. The white pony lifted herself, taking weight off her hooves. She stepped onto the first branch and reached for the next. This pattern continued until she was a full 10 yards off the ground. The taxing activity was taking the wind from her; she’d had no idea how difficult climbing a tree would be when she started. Still, she was proud of her progress, but now faced a new problem. The next limb was out of her reach. She looked down. Oh my, how did I get so high? She shook and whimpered as she clung to the rough, barky tree. She simply couldn’t claw her way any higher and so, defeated, she began planning her descent. Branch-by-branch she hopped down.
“UWHAAAAA!!” Rarity screamed as she stumbled on the final branch, falling into the dirt with a dull thud. Rarity pouted, brushed herself off and committed to keep walking. The mare decided to start off in a new direction, at a right angle from where she had come as a change of pace and to throw off anyone who might be trailing her.
The white unicorn stood out in the greenish haze of the underbrush. Pushing plants aside, Rarity trod on through the repetitive forest. What little light was present before was now leaving as the sun rode low on the horizon. She pushed onward, having walked for hours. Finally her patience was rewarded. A familiar noise filled the air, growing louder with each step. The mare's pace quickened towards the soothing sound. She galloped forward, twigs and long stems lashing at her fetlocks as she went.
At last Rarity emerged from the thick of the forest and found herself on the banks of a flowing creek. The babbling of the water was a welcome change from the incessant chirping of crickets. She bent down to drink from the stream. Crystal clear water cooled her dry throat. The last of the sun’s light disappeared behind the horizon leaving behind a dark, purple sky. As the unicorn gazed skyward she couldn’t help but think of Starry Night and wonder if she was alright.
Feeling refreshed, she decided to sleep here for the night. Not wanting to be spotted by any sex traders who may be following the creek, Rarity wandered back into the woods a ways and cleared a spot for herself to lie down. A long day of running had sapped her energy and in minutes after lying down the white pony was fast asleep.
*****
Rarity awoke to birdsong, the sun speckling the ground through the trees. Unfortunately her stomach was not as peaceful. She clutched her queasy belly, anxious to get a move on. Her plan for the day would be to follow the creek downstream and see where it took her. Blegh, not now! I’ve got to get going! She tried to ignore her gut and pick herself up, but this only agitated it even more. The mare puked onto the broadleaves of a forest shrub. Her gullet churned and spewed a glossy, brown-speckled, yellow fluid, but out with it came Rarity’s queasiness. Feeling much better, she made her short way out into the clearing and began to follow the flowing creek.
As the pony walked, the creek bed became nearly as repetitive as the forest. At midday, however, she finally found her break. Her watery guide emptied into a river that cut a wide swath through the trees. The verdant clearing she came to was of such a size that she could finally glimpse some familiar landmarks. In plain view, the glorious sight of Canterlot castle, off in the distance perched high on a mountainside. If that’s Canterlot, then Ponyville must be on the other side of this river!!
Rarity followed the river in the direction of Canterlot, looking for an opportunity to cross. The olive-green water churned over pony-sized boulders and made a formidable barrier for the small, white unicorn. It was an annoyance, but at least she knew where she was and where she was going now.
Another hour of walking brought her to a road, and a bridge that spanned the raging rapids and led directly to Ponyville. Rarity cried as she galloped in the direction of her hometown. Her hooves ached and cramped as she ran, but she didn't care, she was home. She rushed past veggie carts and into the town, ponies of all shapes and sizes whispering to each other as she crossed their paths. The unicorn focused on making it to her true destination.
Rarity panted as her hooves carried her to the library. Wasting no time, she pounded on the wooden door. It opened and Twilight Sparkle appeared with first a shocked, then overjoyed expression.
“Rarity!! Oh my… we’ve been looking everywhere for you!” Twilight exclaimed, wrapping her hooves around her exhausted friend in a powerful hug.
“Twilight… I… happy to… see… you… too.” Rarity managed to cough out between deep, lung-filling, ragged breaths.
“You look terrible, what happened to you?!?” Twilight blurted out, not thinking of Rarity's feelings. The white mare took no offense, however, and stepped inside the tree; Twi closed the door behind her. Rarity caught her breath and launched into her story, abstaining from her usual theatrics. The purple pony couldn't believe her ears and recoiled in horror. Rarity spared her friend the most heinous of details, but gave her enough to understand the pain she’d endured. Then she spoke of Starry Night and Sweet Leaf and how they were left behind.
Twilight ran over to a bookcase and magically retrieved a thick brown scroll. Bringing the paper over to Rarity she unfurled it on the ground revealing a rough map of Equestria.
“Can you show me on this map where you came from?” Twilight asked.
“Yes, it was over here, on the other side of the mountain.” Rarity pointed and traced a circle, her hoof hovering above the map, highlighting the general area she had come from. “It was a white building in the middle of the forest. It-it was a club with loud music, but they kept us in a black room somewhere in the same building.” she informed Twilight.
“I’ll send a letter to Princess Celestia at once. She's already aware that you’ve gone missing, but I’ll tell her what happened... Don’t worry Rarity, your friends will be rescued before the day is over.” Twilight hoped this would comfort her friend as she went to write the letter. Rarity fumbled with her hooves, feeling terrible for dumping this on somepony so suddenly. Still, she was happy to have such a caring friend. “Spiiiiiiike! Spike!” the purple unicorn called up the stairs. In seconds the small, boy dragon appeared.
“RARITY!!” He tripped on his tail and tumbled down the stairs. “I, uh, meant to do that.” Spike said, getting up as if nothing had happened and rushing over to Rarity for a hug. “I missed you so much Rarity, where did you go??”
“I’ll explain later Spike, right now I need you to send this letter to the Princess.” Twilight said, handing Spike the scroll. Spike acknowledged her and opened the window. With a heave, he blew flame onto the paper sending it off to its destination in dancing green swirls.
“Rarity, we should get you to the hospital.” said Twilight.
“Hospital?!” Spike said in shock and confusion, but the mares ignored him for the time being.
“Oh why ever would I need to go there Twilight? I feel… fine.” Rarity hesitated, for while she felt physically fine, she was most certainly not so emotionally.
“If they injected you with something that’s inhibiting your magic you need to go see a doctor!”
“I suppose you're right.” Rarity conceded.
“C’mon then!” The mare's trotted out the door together, a confused Spike just managing to grab Twilight’s tail and swing himself onto her back before she took off.
*****
Rarity lay in the sterile white bed of the hospital. It had been six hours since Twilight had brought her there and the doctors had taken some blood, and urine samples to try and figure out what exactly was preventing her from using her magic. They told her that test results like these took time to process, anywhere from 4 to 7 hours. The doctors had told her she could go home and come back when the results were up. Going back to Carousel Boutique, where she’d first been abducted, and while the hooded ponies were more than likely looking for her? The idea chilled her to the bone. She instead requested a room in the hospital. Here would be safe, surrounded by busy ponies. She could clear her mind and wait for the results.
Staring at the ceiling, all Rarity could think about was Starry Night and how wonderful it would be to see her again, to know she and Sweet Leaf were free and that the ponies who took them were receiving the justice they deserved. She thought too of Mercury, the unicorn stallion who’d risked life and limb to save her. She prayed he was okay, and wished in her deepest heart that she’d see him again. This whole ordeal had been such a drain on her, but she sighed and counted herself lucky that she was safe and surrounded by friendly faces.
Twilight Sparkle‘s head breached the open doorway to the room; it was followed by the rest of her. She carried herself low, clearly disturbed. Rarity noticed as her friend strolled up beside her.
“What’s wrong Twilight?”
“I’m sorry Rarity, I’m so so sorry.”
“Please, darling don’t feel bad for me, it’s not your fault.” Rarity reached to hug Twilight, but the purple mare refused.
“No… I just heard from Princess Celestia. Her patrol found the white building you had mentioned and the black room was there… but deserted. The whole place was empty. It seems they bugged out right after they discovered you were missing.” Rarity’s heart broke and she began to cry as Twilight continued. “She’s having the Royal Guard fly over the whole area, but she told me the truth is they’re probably long gone. I’m so sorry.” The white pony turned and buried her face in the hospital pillow and shooed her friend away with a gesture from her hoof. Understanding, the purple mare sauntered out of the room quietly.
Lost in the wet spot on her pillowcase, Rarity felt complete, utter desolation. She cursed her former masters, but cursed herself as well for breaking the promise that she’d made to Starry Night and Sweet Leaf. She had sworn that if she escaped she’d come back for them and despite her best efforts she’d failed. Now, all she could do was weep and imagine Starry Night stuffed in a cage, on her way to some new shady location to be forced into the same fate. These were her friends, ponies who’d helped her though the most difficult chapter of her life and she’d never be able to repay them. It simply wasn't fair.
A knock came on the door frame. Rarity wiped her puffy eyes vigorously on the pillowcase and looked up.
“I’m sorry, am I disturbing you? I can come back… it’s just, I have these test results for you.” the doctor said.
“No-no, please… I’m sorry, come in.” Rarity said, still trying to dry her eyes and regain her composure.
“Well, I suppose I’ll cut right to the chase. We found dangerously high concentrations of dioxythiamin in your system. It’s a poison that attacks the nervous system, specifically the systems responsible for magic though it can cause loss of motor functions if not properly controlled. Fortunately for you the damage should not be permanent; your liver should be able to remove the last of it from your system in about a week or two. Until then I can give you this magical stimulant which should help counteract the effects. You won’t be as adept as you used to, but you will be able to lift things and use basic magic if need be, though I’d advise not using it if at all possible, it will speed your recovery.”
Rarity sighed in relief as the doctor administered the booster of stimulant. Finally, some GOOD news. He backed away and despite his warning, she couldn’t help but want to feel her magic flowing through her horn once again. She concentrated and in moments the energy trickled into her horn and the blanket on the hospital bed flapped ever so lightly. The movement put a smile on the unicorn's face, but as soon as she had started, she remembered the doctors warning and her horn stopped glowing.
“Oh thank you doctor, you can’t imagine how happy I am to hear that. So my magic should return to its full power in under two weeks you say?”
“Yes, yes… you may have to practice to get as good as you were. Magic atrophies just like any other part of the body if you don’t use it for a long time, but I should say you should be able to figure everything out on your own.” Rarity tossed her mane in delight. “There was… ummm, one more thing your test results yielded.” The doctor's cheerful voice grew more serious as he stared at a clipboard pinned between his hooves. “This isn’t easy news to deliver, but nevertheless… we tested your urine and, well Rarity, it appears you’re going to be a mother.”
