Chapters Rarity woke in a haze on a rough stone floor. She blinked the fog of sleep from her eyes and observed her unfamiliar surroundings. The room was dark and damp, the only light cast from above her. There was a small dim lamp suspended over her head, from a low stone ceiling. The lamp only cast enough light to illuminate a few feet in front of her, leaving the rest of the room completely engulfed in darkness with no walls in sight.
Thoughts began to form in her mind, where was she and what was she doing there? With those thoughts, pain began to flood her body. A sharp pain hit her in her horn and her ankles felt fairly sore as well. She tried to raise her hoof too nurse her horn, then realized it was shackled to the floor, with only about half a foot of slack. As she looked down, Rarity saw that all four of her hooves where shackled to either side of her. Her mind began to fill with panic.
“Is anyone there? Unchain me right now.” She began to shout, “This really hurts!
Rarity waited a few seconds but no reply came from the shadows. Then a thought hit her.
“Pinkie Pie is this one of your practical jokes?,” she asked angrily, “if it is, this is NOT funny! You better unchain me this instant!”
A few minutes passed with still no response from the darkness. She tried to think of some explanation, some coherent thought, but her pain filled her mind, distracting her. Amidst her scattered thoughts, it occurred to her that she had forgotten all about her magic.
“What a fool,” she cursed herself under her breath.
Rarity focused her thoughts as best she could and readied herself. She tried to cast a spell to remove the chains, but instead of magic filling the air nothing happened. In frustration, she tried again, and again. Finally after giving up she rolled her eyes to the ceiling, and in horror she noticed that there was absolutely nothing where her horn should have been. It was then she noticed warm liquid trickling down her face from her forehead. She shrieked in absolute terror.
"M-m-my horn,” she stammered. “Where is my horn?,” she asked the empty air quietly. The whole situation was too much for her to handle and she began to sob, unsure of what to do. She sat on the cold stone floor crying for what seemed like an hour.
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.
The sound of a door slamming shut woke Rarity.
“Oh I hope you aren’t sleeping my dear, you’ll have plenty of time for that when im finished with you," he called out from the darkness.
As he limped into the light, a glint of metal caught her eye. A small, straight blade ran from the base to the tip of his hook. She realized then, that it wasn’t a hook he had in place of his hoof, it was a saw. All she could do was whimper as he began to circle her like a hawk over its prey. He stopped and gingerly picked up her front left hoof with his right.
“This one,” he said slowly, “I’ll let you keep this one."
With wild abandon, Rarity kicked him in the face as far as her chain would let her. She caught the side of his snout, sending him reeling. He yelped and pain and grabbed hit face with his hoof. A small stream of blood trickled out of his nose.
“Filthy bitch,” he muttered. “You need to learn your place.”
He walked over and kicked her hard in the ribs. Rarity tried to cry out in pain, and he kicked her again, harder than before. The crack of bone snapping filled the air. With a wheeze, Rarity spat out blood all over the floor.
“Nothing to whine about now? Thats better. Now we have to start the real work.”
She watched helplessly as he picked up and inspected each of her hooves, one by one.
“Where to begin, where to begin,” he asked no one in particular. “Well I don’t have forever, I guess I’ll just get it over with and start with the head!”
He sat on her back, pinning her down with his weight so that she couldn’t shift around. Putting a hoof on her head, he held up his saw, the light glinting off it into Rarity’s eyes.
“Be a dear and sit still won’t you?," he asked mockingly.
Rarity began to sweat and shake in anticipation of what was about to happen. Pain seared her chest and she forgot about her horn completely. As he slowly inched his saw towards her neck, anxiety welled within her. When his saw was less than an inch away from her throat, he whipped it away. He tilted his head back and began to howl with laughter.
“I can’t believe,” he spurted out between bursts of laughter, “the look on your face! Priceless! You thought I was going to kill you, didn’t you?”
Tears were streaming down Rarity’s face.
His laughter abruptly ended and his voice took on a serious tone. “No, if I killed you now we wouldn’t get to have any fun at all, now would we?”
She could only whimper as he picked up her front right hoof and laid her leg out straight. He shifted his body onto her leg and placed the blade of his saw on her ankle. Without a word, he began to work the saw back and forth cutting into her flesh.
Rarity tried to move, to shake her body and legs in an attempt to knock him off of her, but he was simply stronger than her. Pain seared her leg with each tendon and muscle that ripped apart. The sawing only lasted a few seconds, he had made quick work of her flesh.
He paused when the blade made contact with bone and looked her crying face.
“Now dear I have to warn you,” he said cheerfully, “this will hurt a bit. But don’t worry this is the worst part. Think about it this way, I only have to do this two more times after this. Then we can have some fun!”
Rarity watched in agony and horror as he set to his grisly work. Her ankle was alight with excruciating pain. Time slowed for her and the process seemed to last forever. Her entire consciousness seemed to focus solely on her ankle. Finally with a loud snap, the the bone detached from her leg. Pain overwhelmed her, and she blacked out.
Rarity woke to a soft prodding in the shoulders and a gentle whisper.
“Hey there sleepy head, its over, we got past the worst of it.” His face was inches from hers, his voice was completely different than before, it had taken a gentle and soothing tone.
“Don’t fret my dear, its all smooth sailing from here on out. We can have some fun now!”
Pain still burned in her chest, and now her legs felt even worse than her chest.
All of her hooves, save her front left, were in agonizing pain. She shifted her head to look at them and saw that they were heavily bandaged at the ankles.
He put his hoof under her chin and pulled her face close to his. A small smile crept onto his face as he stared into her now puffy, red eyes for a moment, before pressing his lips gingerly to hers. He worked his tongue into her mouth and down her throat, till she could barely breath. At that moment, Rarity wished he would leave his tongue there, so she could choke to death and just end her suffering.
He continued kissing her for a minute, and began to quiver all over. Abruptly, he stopped kissing and backed away from her. It was then Rarity noticed a metal tray sitting on the floor, with some rags, a small box, and a large bowl on top of it. He followed her eyes and his face lit up with excitement.
“Oh I couldn’t wait to show you this, I made it just for you!,” he exclaimed while reaching for the bowl. He dipped his hoof into the contents of the bowl and pulled it out dripping with a semi-transparent, off white liquid. “I bet you didn’t know you helped make this mixture yourself! Oh sure I had to slave away grinding them down, but I couldn’t have made this glue without your hooves.”
Rarity tried to think of he would do to her with the glue, but nothing came to mind. Her eyes wandered down and she noticed he was quite erect. Thoughts of what was to come for her flooded her mind. She was already in so much pain, she didn’t know how much more she could endure.
He wiped his hoof clean on one of the rags and reached for the box. What he pulled out made Rarity’s head spin. It was her horn, mounted on a metal clasp at the base of it, with a large screw running from it. He put the back end of his saw hoof in his mouth and began to unscrew it with his teeth. The saw clattered on the ground when he spat it out, and he attached her horn where the saw had previously been.
“Just hold on another second, I’m almost ready,” he announced quite excitedly.
He dunked her horn into the bowl and swirled it around, before pulling it out dripping the excess into the bowl. Walking right over the tray, he positioned his back legs over the bowl. With a splash, he dropped his back half down, submerging his genitalia into the liquid and spraying glue all over his body. He giggled at the sudden spray, before picking himself up, trailing glue as he advanced towards her. Rarity watched helplessly as he limped to her backside.
“Finally, we can start the fun!,” he exclaimed giddily.
Rarity shut her eyes and tried to let her pain engulf herself, hoping she would black out again. She felt his penis fill her ass, as he started to rhythmically pump himself back and forth into her. As his penis expanded, she could feel her ass stretching to its limits. The pain from her hooves and chest were so great, that all she felt was extreme pressure in her anal cavity. There was a cool sensation her vagina, as her horn began to slide in and out, opposite the rhythm of his penis. She couldn’t feel the tip stabbing anything, so she assumed he was not pushing it in very far.
His body convulsed in time with his pumping and he let out a series of low moans.
His pumping grew faster and faster, his moaning and convulsing speeding up as well. With a wild yell, he abruptly stopped humping. As Rarity felt her ass fill up with liquid, she gasped as her horn slammed into and pierced her cervix. The pain began to finally overwhelm her, and her vision dimmed.
He sat triumphantly for a minute, breathing heavily.
“Well," he announced, “time to see if my concoction works."
Rarity felt the walls of her ass and vagina tug slightly, he was gently trying to pull out of her.
“Hmm it feels firm, lets give it a real test."
He braced his free front hoof on the floor and sat up on his back legs. With a grunt he kicked off with his back legs, using his body weight to carry him.
Rarity was jolted wide awake as she was pulled back about foot by only her insides. He hollered and stomped his free hoof rapidly in anguish. He had carried her whole weight back mostly with his cock.
“Luna fucking dammit!,” he exclaimed angrily, “that hurt more than I thought it would.” His tone softened, “I guess my glue is a bit strong.”
He laid himself on her back and stretched his neck as far as he could.
“Finally my dear,” he whispered in her ear, “we are now one. Now I am not just a mule, I am beautiful pony; and you, you my dear have become that which you so despise. You are an ugly mule now too, a hideous and wretched excuse for life. I have stripped you of all your dignity and charms, I have brought you down to the misery of those you enslave.”
His voice became very cold and serious, “and now ugly mule, I believe we are finished. But don’t you worry your precious little head off, I wont be stuck here with you forever. I know you have some friends in Ponyville who might want to share some fun with me. After all, it would be selfish to just keep it to ourselves, now wouldn’t it? Oh and I recall meeting your parents once too, when I was in town for supplies. Oh I think I’ll be rather busy for a while.”
He chuckled to himself.
Rarity tried as hard as she could to cry out, to beg him to stop his madness. She tried to move her legs but the shackles only dug into her wounds, igniting the pain further. A wave of nausea passed over her and the room began to spin. She vomited a small puddle that barely made it past her lips.
Without warning, he put his free hoof on the floor, and with a grunt he yanked her horn as hard as he could. It gave a bit of resistance, before flying free, carrying strips of flesh and tissue with it. Blood sprayed out at him as it tore her vagina out. Rarity’s eyes rolled back into her head. She had slipped into unconsciousness.
Quickly, he began to stab her rear with her horn in a circular pattern around his penis.
‘I should have a knife on hand next time,’ he thought. With some force, he managed to tear his penis out of her ass. His cock was covered in gore and dripping blood.
“Time to make myself a new dress,” he told the empty air.
A loud creak of floor boards woke Sweetie Belle from a otherwise peaceful night. It sounded like it came from downstairs, she thought. Getting up as silently as she could, she crept out of her room to investigate. She reached the top of the hallway stairwell, and peered down. A familiar form standing in shadows downstairs surprised her. Sweetie Belle didn’t expect that they would have arrived at this hour.
“R-rarity?,” she asked timidly down the stairs, her voice cracking in excitement. Sweetie wanted to hear all about her trip. The figure turned around, still just a silhouette to her. It was then, that Sweetie Belle noticed her sisters horn was missing.
