Breaking Rarity

Breaking Rarity

Chapter 2

By Flutterwhy4

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.