Pony Glue

After a bit, she tried to pull herself together. She gathered her thoughts again and tried to come up with a reason for her being there. Was this someponies sick idea of a practical joke? Perhaps she had done something to harm another pony unknowingly, like make a dress with fabric that somepony could be allergic too? Or worse, maybe that dress might have been for the Princess or some other important pony? This could be the dungeon she had heard about supposedly underneath Canterlot castle. Even if it didn’t seriously injure somepony, it could have been seen as an attempt to harm somepony. She knew how finicky politics could be.

No that was just rumors and old pony tales, she thought. Then she remembered a group who had kidnapped her once before, the Diamond Dogs.

“Oh I do hope its not those diamond dogs again,” she said thinking aloud, “though I don’t recall them hurting me last time."

“But at least now I only have to wait for one of them to show up,” she said filling with confidence, “and it should be a cinch to complain my way out of this again.”

The squeaking of rusty door hinges followed by a loud bang sounded from the darkness in front of Rarity. Before she could think of anything to say, a low cold voice emitted from where she heard the bang.

“I heard you before, and I wouldn’t bother whining to me, it might have worked on our dog friends, but it won’t bother me in the least.”

Rarity’s mind filled with questions, puzzled that her captor was not who she thought he was.

“Who are you then?,” she asked timidly.

“I am what you despise and spit on; what you think ugly and wretched. Your race breeds with another to create mine and you enslave mine kind for labor.”

She thought for a moment before responding to his riddle.

“You, you’re a mule?,” she asked.

His reply was sharp. “Correct.”

“Well what do you want from me?”

“My kind has been enslaved for far too long, and I intend to stop yours from bringing us into this miserable existence.”

“But, but I just make dresses,” she replied quite confused, “I don’t even like donkeys."

“I intend to stop my race from existing by ending yours. Even if I have to do it one pony at a time, starting with the worst of you." His voice sent shivers down her spine, it was so chilling and resolute. Rarity had to take a moment to collect herself.

“W-w-where am I?” She stammered. “Where am I and who are you,” her voice building confidence, “and WHAT HAPPENED TO MY HORN??!,” she shrieked.

“Well to start, I simply took your little toy away from you, so you wouldn’t try to run away from me,” he replied. “Tsk-tsk, all that blood is going to ruin your precious coat. Let me clean that up for you.”

A lean figure limped out of the shadows. He was a strange looking creature, his fur was dirty grey and shaggy, with patches missing in a few places. His left front leg stopped at the ankle and in place of his hoof is a rusty iron hook bolted on one end into the bone. His face is short, his snout looked like it had been broken in a few places and pushed in. A scraggly, short brown beard wraped around his jaw up to a similar looking mane. The strangest feature of the mule was the sunken orbs he had for eyes, one a bloodshot light blue, and the other a pale yellow sphere.

Rarity couldn’t peel her eyes away from his. They captivated her, so horrid, but so mesmerizing. She managed to tear her eyes away from his and realized that he was now less than a foot away from her. In fright, she began to scream.

“What do you think you’re doing? Get away from me you ruffian!"

With out a word, he started dragging his long tongue over her forehead. Saliva filled her wound and the pain ignited anew. Rarity opened her mouth to speak, but as she began he shoved the back end of his hook into her mouth muffling the words. His licking was getting faster and faster, and saliva was mixing with her blood and dripping down her face. She noticed his body was quivering all over. Rarity began to whimper with fear.

As suddenly as he started, he stopped and backed away.

“That’s enough fun for now” he whispered, his body still shaking. He caught his breath and forced his body to be still. “You’ve wasted enough time napping, now its time to get to work.”

“What is wrong with you, let me go NOW!” she yelled, her thoughts growing a bit clearer as the pain subsided. “I know the Princess, and if you don’t unchain me this instant, I will have Princess Celestia herself lock you away in a dark dungeon for all of eternity!”

“And exactly how do you propose to do that while being stuck down here?,” he asked quietly.

“Well... humph, well I, I have friends who will be out looking for me as we speak. They will know I’m missing and they are probably on their way right now to save me!”

“Oh I wouldn’t count on that,” he remarked with a smile. “I’ve pulled a few strings, and they think you’re on a shopping trip to Manehattan for a week to buy some fabric.”

“I, I don’t believe you... you must be lying,” she replied quietly.

“Believe its a lie or face the truth, either way I’m the last person you’ll get either from.”

With that he turned around and limped off into the shadows. Rarity shouted after him, begged and pleaded for him to come back and let her go.

His voice cut through the dark. “Oh, and go ahead and scream all you want, we’re miles underground, I assure you, no one can hear you but me."

She started to reply but a loud bang abruptly cut her off. An eerie silence settled over the room.

Rarity began to shout at the darkness. She screamed for what seemed like an eternity, until she could barely speak. Her voice became so hoarse that she could only just whisper, and even that hurt. As thoughts swirled in her mind, a feeling of despair began to overcome her. The pain in her head grew numb as she slipped into unconsciousness, letting the hopelessness of the whole situation wash over her.