My Little Noir: Chloroform is Magic

by Michael Hudson

Rating: mature
Tags: Alternate Universe, Anthro, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Rarity, Sex, Hoity Toity
Length: 3023

Miss Rarity, the best detective in Canterlot, finds out how bad a brief nap can go.

When one gets to be as good of a detective as Miss Rarity is, you're bound to make some enemies, and no amount of friends is going to stop that. The best thing you can do is keep an eye out for the worst, make sure to keep someone around, and above all else, never leave yourself open and vulnerable. Unfortunately, even the best detectives need a touch of sleep.

Inspired by the cover art, by Bakki. Used as the cover art with his permission as well.

Thank you to Vinyl Scratch 14, Monanniverse, and RainbowDarth for prereading!

Contains: Very light Bondage, Rape, M/M/M/F

Published 2015-12-23 03:10:03 UTC
Last updated 2015-12-23 03:10:03 UTC

Waking Up

I opened my eyes, trying to figure out what was going on. The last memory of mine was within my office. It was a quaint little place that I called home, and spent enough time at for it to possibly constitute as just that. In fact, I had been shutting my eyes for just a few minutes before now, and while sleep had been dark, it had not been this oppressively dark. No, I was not still sleeping, not while my long, thick eyelashes stayed apart.

I try to flex my hands, but to no avail. They’re bound by something rough, rope probably, and chafe at the touch. A deep breath enters my lungs, and the cold shiver across my body as a draft slips through the room brings me to a horrifying realization. I am not only out of my office, I am naked, and outside of my office. With a small grit to my teeth, I try to put my feet underneath me while swearing that the first mobster she met had better have some decent taste.

Chink. “I would advise you not to move missy.”

I stop, feeling the cold, silenced barrel of the pistol of the gang member against my shoulder. A good move, all matters considered. I was obviously not getting out alive, and would have welcomed death if it were offered. Or at least, by the deck they thought I was dealing with, that was what they would think. I turn my head back, trying to see the stallion behind me, but instead receive the back of his hand against my skull. “Ow! Are you really so ugly that your soon to be corpse should be spared the sight of you?”

“Why you little-”

“Enough of that now!”

The clear, practiced calm of the voice left the room silent. I smiled to myself, happy to see that the boss would be gracing the end of my pride. At least I could take comfort that I was that important, though I didn’t dare show my fear or pain. I still had hope, and I would not give these smug bastards the pleasure of me breaking.

There was still more to the voice than just the authority though. I tilted my head, trying to see more than an outline of the stallion as my eyes tried adjusting to the dark. All my effort was greeted with was a large flood light that blinded me. I didn’t even scream as my retinas burned. “You sound familiar? Have I busted you before?”

“Oh Sweetie, that’s cute. No, you haven’t ‘busted me before. Instead, you have probably worshiped me.” He stepped forward, and for a moment, my eyes couldn’t believe what I was seeing. As such, I simply began laughing, even after I was kicked onto the ground. The stub of his cigar hit the ground before my face, and was immediately followed by the slam of his boot. “Why do you laugh at the stallion who brings you doom?”

I smile up at him, having managed to squirm onto my back and get a good look. He was a sharply dressed stallion, what with being in a sharp, black, italian suit, with a large, pompous red tie, just to make sure he got your attention. His shoes were a sharply polished pair of black loafers, probably for his less professional actions like right now, but they still went well. His sharp gaze though, behind overly large, purple shades mixed with his white hair was what had to be the final stroke for me though. I take a deep breath in, and force my smile down. “I’m sorry, but with your subpar fashion sense Hoity, this almost isn’t a surprise, and my laughter is from the fact that I’ll be going home naked instead of in those miserable scra-”

His foot came hard against my cheek, and I could feel my lip split open from the force. His knee slamming down onto the ground entered my hearing next, just before his terrible, hot breath beat against my ear. I beat him to the draw though, groaning as I spoke. “You know, you could have the decency to at least take a breath mint.”

My scalp screamed as his fine hands laced themselves through my curls. I would have worried about the trouble it would be getting them back in place, if not for the fact that a scream had forced itself out as he yanked on the silky strands. I had no choice but to listen to him now, wishing that I could get rid of that smile of his, or at least not make it wider with the tears edging at my eyes.

His face came closer, licking my cheek as his spare hand came forward, touching my breast. The finger wasn’t unpleasant by itself, but my body shuddered in revulsion as it knew what this crime lord wanted, and that his enjoyment was beginning now. He wasn’t even gentle, having seemingly used the finger to find my nipple, and pulled on that, making the stress on my hair worse, and I could feel a few strands rip themselves free as I cried out. His breath was once more in my ear as he spoke, his hand not leaving my hanging breast as I shuddered and shook. “I would really stop with the chit chat you know. You have already gotten closer to discovering some of my operations than I can allow, so at this point, you’re just making the time we use you as our toilet longer, before your body disappears like with the rest of the mares in town.”

My body stiffened as my mind worked. Even while under this monster’s hand, and his tongue pressed against my ear, I would not allow my mind to stop. There had been disappearances recently, and she had been keeping track of them. No correlation had been showing just yet, though all had been ex-models, mares that any stallion would want to have. Including their old boss. “I should have seen it sooner.”

Hoity patted my cheek, before pulling his hand back, and slamming it against my breast. The large mound jiggled in response, looking jovial and fun, even as the agony forced me to shut my eyes. “But you didn’t, because not even the great detective Rarity can stop me. You should be honored though, as few mares earn my attention, especially in the way I prefer them.”

I lower my eyebrows, barely managing a glare through the want to cry that pervades my being. Each moment that passes is another chance for my trump card to play itself, but is also another moment that I have to keep shuffling the deck, unable to check to see if it’s even there. “Oh, you mean with them thinking you are the worst thing on the planet? Just tell them that that suit is the newest trend and you’ll accomplish that.”

I readied myself, but it was to no avail. The pain of my bosom being grabbed full force and pulled was too much, and I tried to collapse onto the ground, which was met by the tearing of hair, and tears finally springing from my face. I can feel the loose hair be flung back in my face before the bastard’s hand brings me back up. The glowing on his button as it undoes itself tells me that my stalling is over, and that I will pay for what I’ve said. At least I can take solace in the insults I gave.

Hoity looked to his goons, a slight edge now touching that calm voice. “Make sure to leave no hole in her left open. This one deserves our full attention.” I then made eye contact with him, and saw that disgusting smile. “To be fair, I should be angrier, but I had been hoping for an excuse to put you higher on my list for mares to break. I just wish I didn’t also have to kill you, but hey, that’s business, isn’t it Miss Troublemaker?”

I rolled my eyes, trying to salvage the last of my dimming fire as he grabbed his zipper with his magic. “Occupational hazard I guess. What makes me think this is all hilarious is how you think an unrefined brute like you could possibly break a proud lesbimare like…” I became silent, watching as his pants lowered. Already I could tell that I was in for a bad time though.

The large, limp shaft slowly was revealed. It was bigger than any dildo that her and her marefriend had tried in the past, and definitely wider. The veins in it bulged as my face paled, and my mind, who I now hated for still working, knew he must be getting off on my fear. Than again, fear had to be how this monster got his rocks off, as no mare would be crazy enough to take that willingly. “Y-you’ll break my jaw.”

Hoity smiled down at me, lifting up his glasses so I could see his demented, purple eyes. “Another reason why I am not punishing you as much for your insults, as it makes the act of breaking open your mouth all that more enjoyable. Now, boys, do begin so she opens up.”

I tensed at the words, a quick vow to never open my mouth crossing mind as I heard the sound of leather hitting the floor. My nostrils flared as I tried to calm down, keep loose for what was to come. I would have normally offered to be nice and obedient at this point, but this stallion wouldn’t have wanted that. No, he liked forcing himself upon others, and it only made me all the more excited for when I got free and kicked his ass. The ropes on my hands chafed again, and a tear fell from my face as I thought it was a nice thought at least.

It was while I was lost in thought like this that the ruffians behind me made their move, pulling on one of my legs so I would be open on both sides. My head screamed in agony for a moment as I swore I was about to lose all of my hair. I only cried harder though, and never opened my mouth as Hoity switched his grip to under my chin, keeping me close to his quaking log. The stench of trash and bad soap that coated it only reinforced why I couldn’t let him have me.

On the other end, I could feel another throbbing pole against me, sending chills of horror through the rest of me as he ground the filthy thing against my exposed pussy. A smile did manage to cross my lips as the stallion complained. “Boss, she ain’t getting wet.”

I’m jostled around as Hoity growls at the other brute, just before a third stallion joined the equation. His hands came over my stomach and bosom, the rough, calloused, filthy mitts mauling over my precious gifts as he mewled in pleasure, and his Celestia awful curse rubbed against my back. “Look man, the rest of her is still soft and nice. Just fill her with your jizz and you’ll be good.”

I could almost feel Hoity groan as his grip on my chin got tighter and he forced me down to the large, bulbous pair of testicles that were below his filthy piece. I felt a fourth hand, hopefully the other one from the stallion at her nethers, as I didn’t know what she would do with four stallions, run along my leg, massaging the smooth calf before his hand slammed onto my ass. I barely had to grit my teeth for how little that hurt compared to everything else.

“Alright, fine, but I want a second go afterwards.”

I tensed up reflexively, and it was too late when I realized I needed to relax, if I didn- “Umf.” My lips barely parted as another set of tears made their way down. My nethers felt like they were getting a solid brick pushed into them, instead of anything close to the joyous sensations I got when under Twilight’s hands. The vision of my beloved in my mind helped as Hoity tried to push my lips open more with his huge, flared tip. No matter how hard he pushed though, I would not open up, not while waiting for my dearest.

My eyes shut as I began trying to ignore what was going on. The smell didn’t exist as it made me want to vomit from how bad it was. The cock in my paradise didn’t hurt like a hundred needles as it sawed within me. No hands were brutally grabbing, twisting, and pulling on my breasts. No, instead I was simply suspended in the air, free falling from this world. If I didn’t disconnect, I would break.

It was this attempt to free myself of the pain and keep who I was that made me miss the hands that were spreading my ass wide open. I knew it was there when it was put in. Nothing had ever hurt so bad in my life as I thought he was trying to open a new hole in me, rather than using the one that was already there. The one on the other side took the initiative, probably seeing the agony on my face, and pushed in with all of his might, forcing all of his dirty, filthy shaft into my tortured nethers.

With a scream, my mouth opened, and the precum that I had been getting pushed against my lips this whole time was now a taste that I knew on my tongue. Only his tip was in me right now, forced between my lips as tears poured down my face. I was in too much agony to fight back, my body wanting to only go limp at this point, despite knowing that the pain would only get worse as he continued. I shut my eyes as Hoity spoke, praying that Twilight would get there soon.

“This… this is why I think chloroform is magic. It simply leads to the best resul-”

A crash entered my ears and I could see a purple light from the corner of my eyes. I heard more stallions’ voices from further into the warehouse. The clink of guns accompanied them as my body relaxed. The three dead men on me had already stopped, staring at the door.

“There they are officers, their crimes as apparent as Celestia’s rule!”

“Freeze! Put the weapons on the ground, and come out with your hands up!”

“What are you idiots doing, shoot them!”

Rarity almost smiled as Hoity popped his log out of her mouth. She knew how this went. The confused shouts of the goons as their weapons wouldn’t fire filled her ears. Twilight was her protection, and nopony was better at such things than her. Soon the heavy stomps of policemen came, and she could hear Hoity be slammed to the ground, screaming obscenities as they handcuffed him. When a set of them came over to me though, I asked that they take care of the scum first, but to also bring me my dearest Twilight. They happily obliged, understanding that I too was a pony of justice.

Soft, lavender arms wrapped themselves around me, and I could feel my partner shaking as she held me. “I...I’m so sorry. I should have gotten here sooner. The tracking spell I have on you told me that there was foul play going on with your movement, but I was still so-”

“Shhh.” I put a hand onto her face before nuzzling into her chest, breathing in her stench. It filled me with warmth, just as it always had. It was the one sort of filth I ever could stand. “You stopped them before they could do any real damage and… and you came at all, just like… just like…”

Not even I was able to fully ignore what had happened, but I didn’t mind. Twilight was allowed to see me as a softy if I needed her to, and right now, right now I needed to weep like a baby. Nopony even at an eye, but simply let the two of us sit there while the rest of the members that had not escaped through the back were rounded up. I only ever looked up to check one thing, and was able to smile while I cried from the image of Hoity being knocked out and dragged away. The bastard deserved worse, but she knew prison would do just that for him.

It would be almost night before we left the warehouse. My body still hurt, and something inside me knew I would never be able to fall asleep in my office again, but I had gotten lucky, unlike too many before me. I leaned against Twilight as we stared out from the docks. “Thank you, Twilight.”

“You don’t need to. It’s what a good partner would have done, let alone someone who loves you.” She turns to me, and I can see tears still at the edges of her eyes. “Please promise me this will never happen again.”

I manage a weak smile as I shake my head, pulling the cloak on top of my bare body closer to me. “Sorry love, but you know it comes with the territory. An occupational hazard.” I then laced my fingers around hers as my smile grew. “What I can promise is to always be there for you too, and that I’ll never forget this. Never.”

Twilight bit into her lip, before slowly nodding. We knew long ago what we were getting into, but Hoity was wrong. He thought this would stop me and Twilight from pursuing monsters like him, but now I had experienced it myself. I knew the pain and fear of having all hope being stripped away from you.

He was right. Chloroform was magic, as it now would make sure I would never give up until this city was clean.