Breaking Rarity

Breaking Rarity

Chapter 1

By Flutterwhy4

Edited by Ebon Mane

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.