Breaking Rarity

Breaking Rarity

Chapter 4

By Flutterwhy4

The door slammed shut leaving Rarity behind in her cage, trapped in the lightless room. The significance of the day’s events weighed heavy on her. She curled up in a ball of shame on the cold floor. As her thoughts grew more hopeless, her eyes watered. She began to whine and cry, softly at first, but like most things Rarity did, it soon became more dramatic. In minutes the white pony was bawling, her tears accompanied by throaty wails that bounded around the room.

“Please don’t cry.” A small, disembodied voice tried to console the sobbing unicorn. Rarity clamped her muzzle shut in embarrassment and dried her eyes.

“Who-who’s there?!” she asked.

“Oh. Silly me, I didn’t mean to startle you. It’s me, err, us… the mares from outside.” There was no second voice, but Rarity took her word that they were both there. Her anxiousness to finally talk to these two was enough to overcome her embarrassment. Sniffling, she spoke back to the voice.

“Well, I’m Rarity. What are your names?”

“The names we were given have no meaning here, but I suppose I used to be called Sweet Leaf and this here is..”

“My name is Starry Night.” a second, more boisterous voice interjected.

“No meaning here? What in Equestria do you mean? A name is part of who you are, it always has meaning!” Rarity lectured into the darkness. When there wasn’t an immediate answer she worried she may have said something wrong, but then that small voice pierced the silence.

“I-it’s not so bad here.” Rarity couldn’t believe her ears.

“What?! It’s positively dreadful here! I’m locked in a cage, forced to do unspeakable things… you saw what they did to me out there!” she spoke with outrage.

“Yes, you shouldn’t have hit that man. I promise that wouldn't happen if you’d mind the masters.” Rarity would have reached out and shook Sweet Leaf silly if she could’ve.

“Darling, you can’t be serious… you- you- you’re just confused. I assure you th-“

“I’ve been here a lot longer than you have. We don’t have such a bad life here. We’re well fed, we get all the sex we could ever want, we..” Rarity cut her off, raising her voice.

“But that’s just it, we don’t want it! They’re forcing it upon us!”

“Don’t tell me you didn’t have fun. I heard you moaning up there.” Sweet Leaf replied.

“…I…” Rarity paused, blushing madly, unseen in her cell. “…there was pleasure… but it’s not right. Doesn’t it bother you that they’re making a profit off our bodies?”

“I think of it differently… Rarity. I don’t own my body, I just keep it warm for the stallions and stay out of their way while they’re using it. If the masters can make enough money to keep us all fed and safe and still have some left over for themselves, who am I to object?” There was a long pause as Rarity thought about what kind of a mare would believe something so degrading. Sweet Leaf spoke again. “We’re not abused. If anypony hits us the masters step in and throw them out. If we’re ever sick they let us rest and even give us medicine.”

“W-w-well, what about using the little filly’s room?” Rarity asked, feeling a pressure inside her that hadn’t materialized until just recently.

“Oh, well there’s a bathroom. We usually go in the morning when we wake up, and we just ask the masters if we can go whenever we need to. They’re very understanding.”

“But what about if I have to go… now?” Rarity's question died into a whisper.

“Oh! ... ...We usually go before we’re put to bed… uhh, well… there’s a drain in the floor.” Sweet Leaf replied, embarrassed. Rarity really did have to go; she hadn’t peed since she'd been abducted. Relieving herself here was revolting, but it wouldn't wait until morning. Even though the other mares couldn't see her, she felt obligated to ask permission first.

“I’m terribly sorry, but do you… mind?” she blurted out.

“If you really need to.” That wasn’t the thorough consent she was hoping for, but she understood the awkwardness of the situation and knew that it was all she would get. Rarity pressed herself into the corner of her cage and lowered herself on her haunches. The silence was broken by the pitter-patter of liquid pouring onto the hard floor. It took a while for her full bladder to empty and the shame grew with each passing second, but it was a fair trade for the relief she needed. When she had finished, the conversation started again as if nothing had happened. The white pony itched to confront Sweet Leaf over her acquiescence to a life of sexual slavery, but not wanting to start a fight, she changed gears.

“How long have you both been here?”

“Well, Starry came here a couple months ago. I was so happy to have someone else to talk to! As for me, I lost track after my tenth month so I really don’t know.”

“Ten!? Don’t you think your friends are worried about you? Your family??”

“I never really had any friends… and I hadn’t seen my family for a year before I came here.”

“Well no wonder you believe the things you do. Everypony should have friends who care about them. If we get out of here, you should come back to Ponyville, where I’m from…”

“I kinda like to think of this as my family. Starry and I are best friends!”

“She seems rather quiet.”

“She’s just confused like you. She’s coming around though!”

“I told you this place was wrong.” the third voice proclaimed. “You said I was confused two months ago and I tried to believe you, but this new pony feels what I felt.”

“Not this again." Sweet Leaf responded. "I’m trying to help you adjust dear, I want you to be happy. You can be happy here, just like me!”

“You think that," Rarity said "but you don’t know what we’ve lost in coming here… the ponies that are worried about us… the lives we had. I don’t think I could ever be happy here. Starry Night seems to understand.” The blue unicorn confirmed her statement. The room deadened again with uncomfortable silence. This time it was the Starry that spoke first.

“Well, what do we do?”

“First, you fill me in on what you know about this place.” Rarity commanded. With a sigh, Sweet Leaf spoke again.

“I don’t know where we are exactly, but there’s a club next door where our customers come from.”

“I'd figured as much, from the music." Rarity remarked.

“Yeah, the club is pretty jumpin’, but we’re the real entertainment!” Sweet Leaf said with an obvious pride in her voice. Rarity did her best to brush it off.

“Do you have any idea of how we could escape? Has anypony ever tried to escape?”

“I thought about it, but Sweet Leaf told me it would be a bad idea. I don’t think going out the front door would work…”

“No it certainly would not.” Sweet Leaf interjected. “Trust me when I say that if you leave the care of the masters you’ll find no friendly faces.”

“I’d tend to agree. If we get out, we’ll be on our own. No one will help us; they’ll only return us… if we’re lucky.” Starry Night replied. “As for an actual escape route, there is a window in the bedroom, but it’s small and too high to reach…”

“Wait.. ‘bedroom’?” Rarity inquired.

“Yeah” Starry continued “that’s what we call it. You know the room… if you leave this room and just walk straight? The room with the bed in it?”

“Ohhhhh.” Rarity had almost forgotten, the room where she washed her mane. “So, what is that room for anyway? Is that where the ‘masters’ sleep?” Rarity asked, adding a defiant sarcasm to the word ‘masters’.

“Oh no,” Sweet Leaf corrected “think of it like a suite for our more… hmmm… picky customers.”

“Come again?”

“She means they fuck us in there. The stallions who prefer a bed, or a more intimate atmosphere, or more privacy, or… group things; they pay a little extra to take us into the bedroom.” Starry Night explained to Rarity’s mild surprise. The white unicorn contemplated the meager escape options and sighed.

“I’m sure I could get us out of here if I could use my magic.”

“Yeah, they inject us with this goop that interrupts the flow of our energy. What’s worse is that the injections seem to have a cumulative effect. When I first got here they had to inject me at least once a day, but slowly they started spacing them out; I haven’t had one for a week, but I still can’t so much as make a dim light.” Starry’s confession made Rarity’s heart jump.

“You mean you think the effects could be… permanent?!!” Rarity shouted impulsively.

“Hey, I'm not sure! Calm down! All I know is it takes less and less of that stuff to keep us powerless. I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t a possibility though.”

“I lived my whole life without magic, it never bothered me none.” Sweet Leaf cut in. The unicorns tried to ignore her. Their conversation continued unabated, the unicorns getting to know each other better. Talk of elaborate escape plans waned into simple stories from their previous lives. They spoke of their friends, their families and their professions. Starry Night shared that she used to be an astronomer from Trottingham. Rarity was stunned. The blue unicorn lacked the accent of a Trottingham pony, but more striking was that she had come from so far away. The white mare then thought to ask Sweet Leaf where it was she called home, it was Fillydelphia. It began to sink in that these three had been brought together from great distances.

“I suppose there’s really no telling where we are.” said Rarity.

“I told you, it’s not so bad here. You’ll get used to it if you’d just stop worrying yourself silly!”

“Sweet Leaf, please. We can’t stay here. Starry knows it and I know it. Don’t you see?”

“But if you two leave, I’ll have no one to talk to again.” Sweet Leaf said, her voice becoming brittle.

“You can come with us, you can start a new life, with real friends who respect you and appreciate you. You have to trust me that it’s a better option than staying here... but it won’t happen unless one or more of us get free and find help. Promise us this conversation will never leave this room. Please darling!” Silence. Arctic, frigid, utter silence. Rarity’s heart sunk; she knew Sweet Leaf wouldn’t understand and now her whole life rested in the hoof of this one earth pony. She gulped, close to tears.

“I promise.” The conversation petered out after that, yet it was alright. Rarity had the answer she was hoping for.

“Then I suppose it’s settled. If one of us gets a break, we take it, and if we get out of here we promise to come back with help for the others.” Rarity ended the conversation and after some pleasantries the three ponies laid down to rest. She found it hard to sleep given the circumstances, but after spending enough mental energy, she too slipped into a much needed slumber.

* * * * *

The morning brought the façade of a domestic life. Bowls of oats with brown sugar for each of the three mares, water, trips to the bathroom, etc. Rarity took her scheduled inoculation with little fuss this time. The best chance for escape would come if her captors thought she had become obedient, or at least that’s what she presumed. She ate the foods she was given. She helped clean when she was asked to. The white unicorn did everything she could to be the slave she was expected to be.

Rarity’s captors were still wearing their black hoods. She wondered if either Sweet Leaf or Starry Night had ever seen them without the veils, but now was not the time to ask. She’d save her question for nighttime when they were alone.

The quiet morning and chore-filled afternoon gave way to night with almost no warning. The only evidence of times passage in the windowless black room was the sound of ponies slowly filling the adjacent club. The thump of the subwoofers told the girls that it was time. It was time for them to be used; time to fulfill the purpose for which they were abducted. That time for the stream of customers that would take them, treat them like meat, and leave without a single thanks. None of the mares objected, not ostensibly at least. Rarity and Starry Night of course had deep opposition, but they’d never express it. They would wait like snakes in the grass, searching for an opening, an opportunity to escape.

The room was ready; it had been cleaned by the mares during the afternoon. The three hooded ponies were at their usual posts. Rarity, Sweet Leaf, and Starry Night lay in the corner. The whole setting had an air of déjà vu. Only the fashion pony's second night, this was her first where she expected and was prepared for what was to come.

Rarity winced as if she had been struck as the door to the club pushed open, letting in the riotous music. Two stallions: one red, one brown, with coins ready to pay as they entered. The question now was whom would they choose?

“Alright, the two of you have the suite for an hour. Take your pick.” the hooded pegasus said. The stallions discussed between themselves, judging each mare on criteria that would’ve made a free pony blush.

“We’ll take the unicorn babes.” Rarity looked at Starry Night, the blue mare was already getting to her hooves and she decided to do the same. She was still wearing her collar and leash and she noticed the leash began float, captured in magical aura. Determined to show her obedience, she kept pace with her fellow slave as she walked into the bedroom. The leash fell limply, brushing against her white forehoof and causing the pony to crack a smile. She’d manipulated her master. Of course it was through obedience, but in her own way, she’d gained a shred of control; it was just enough to remind her that she was a real pony.

Moonlight dripped in through the small casement window near the ceiling to the right of the bed. The room was lit by a single light fixture, much like the main area. The walls here were too, painted black in stark contrast to the bright white sheets and brass bedposts that took center-stage. A dirty utility sink loitered in the corner. It was a room designed for a single purpose. Any appearance of comfort was superficial; just enough to satisfy the hour-long visitor.

Rarity and Starry crawled up onto the bed; they had been followed in by their stallion customers as well as a familiar jet-black pony who stood watch inconspicuously near the door. The red and brown ponies were clearly close friends. They poked each other in the ribs and horsed around, all the while preparing themselves with a hoof beneath their belly. She pondered the strangeness of this while she sat on the soft sheets. Sex was, to her, a private affair. Who were these stallions that would come to a place like this with a friend? Even as the males were mounting the bed, she couldn’t shake this curious thought. She imagined the conversation they might’ve had before coming here. She tried to picture Twilight and herself enjoying sex in the same room. The idea of Twilight with any stallion made her smirk. That girl and her books.

The red pony took Rarity by the horn, breaking her chain of thought. He forced her head down to his stocky erection. She would’ve punched anyone in Ponyville who dared treat her that way, but a glimpse of hooded pony in the background vanquished her sensibilities. She opened her lips and allowed the stallion meat to slip inside. Her taste buds reacted to the salty flavor, her spit mixing with sweat and flowing precum. He shifted forward on the bedspread. A pleasant moan hung in the air as he pressed a hoof onto Rarity’s head. She did what was expected of her. The white unicorn took more of the cock into her maw. Feeling the weight on her tongue, she worked her head up and down slowly. Her entire world became a red pony belly and the hard cock in her mouth.

The warm, loose skin caressed Rarity’s lips as she moved her head. In full disclosure, this wasn’t the first time she’d serviced a stallion in this way; this was, however, the first time it was so tawdry and meaningless. The hoof on her head forced her down farther. She cringed as the meaty shaft slid into her throat. The red pony grappled her purple mane and pulled while she blew him. The thought of biting down crossed her, but she quickly decided against it. Her customer moaned hard, oblivious to her thoughts.

The red pony pulled Rarity’s mane firmly, yanking her mouth from his dick. She looked at Starry Night who was sucking the brown bastard beside her. She looked back; her stallion motioned for her to turn around. The white unicorn spun in place, her hooves sinking into the featherbed mattress as she moved. She bent down and tried to get comfortable, but the red stallion didn’t give her the time; he mounted her with haste.

Rarity shivered as the cock slid into her pussy. Despite the previous night, there was simply no getting used to the degrading feeling of being violated and used like a toy. Her face grew a deep red as she felt every inch of him slide inside and then withdraw. Over and over he rammed her.

Starry Night gasped as she too was pulled away from her oral duties. She spun around and lay next to Rarity, their hooves almost touching. The white mare watched and saw the teary glint in her counterpart's eye as she was penetrated from behind. Starry turned her head and the two mares locked eyes. Rocking back and forth on that bed, Rarity felt a sudden intimate connection with the blue unicorn; they understood each other’s pain.

The red pony chuckled and grunted as he fucked. His belly fell onto Rarity's back in a peculiar hug, his cock still buried in her. He lifted her jaw with a hoof, drawing her head back. She gasped as wetness engulfed her horn. Her stallion had taken her horn into his mouth and was playfully suckling it. She closed her eyes and tried her best to resist the dual pleasures; her mouth was on a different page and hung open, shallow breaths rolling out of it with regularity. Withdrawing his mouth quickly he once again concentrated on the rhythm of his haunches.

Rarity felt the penis leave her belly. While turning her head to see what was wrong, she felt something she’d never felt. A pressure as this stallion pressed himself into her anus. She clenched, but it didn’t stop the monster cock from invading her plot; it only served to increase her pain. The mare winced and pleaded with short, breathless whines. At the height of her discomfort she felt a hoof against hers; she looked down to see Starry Night sharing a friendly touch with her. The white pony nearly cried at that moment; it was just what she needed. Calmed by the blue mare, Rarity's plothole relaxed around the thick shaft.

A silent friendship developed that night between the two mares. They felt the energy between them, an emotional conduit from which they each fed. Despite several position changes, they always found a way to comfort each other, be it with hoof or gaze. Rarity could tell that Starry Night cared about her and vice versa. She also knew that she’d never have gotten through her first anal penetration without the blue unicorn. Time flew by and before they knew it, it was over. The red and brown stallions dismounted them with a brohoof, leaving them flushed. Cum dripped from their distended plotholes as they rubbed hooves in affection.

The mares took their time getting off of the bed and returning to their place. They shared a smile as they cleaned themselves with water from the sink. Rarity and Starry Night shed the bony grip of hopelessness after that night. They had eachother, and their friendship wasn't something that could be taken from them by the masters. It would be there, always. It gave them strength and gave them something to look forward to. Their cells became homes. Following their nights of forced torment they began to appreciate the bittersweet comfort of a quiet conversation between friends.