Breaking Rarity

Breaking Rarity

Chapter 5

By Flutterwhy4

Two weeks passed, each day much the same as the last. Quiet mornings, chores in the afternoon, sex at night, repeat. Door, music, coins, small talk. Gruff, uncaring ponies looking to party in the most sinful of ways, coming to use Rarity and her new friends. Sometimes alone, sometimes in groups, the stallions never stopped coming.

She obeyed every day, like a well-trained animal, but her time hadn’t come and gone without gains. Her captors had warmed up to the idea that she was just as docile as Sweet Leaf or Starry Night. The day the black one had removed her leash was a major victory. She’d also managed to talk him into giving her a hairbrush and mirror; Rarity told him that he’d get more business if she and her counterparts looked more presentable.

Not having her blue eye-shadow to apply was a reminder of where she was, but she enjoyed the token comfort of a brush. Each morning, Rarity made sure to be the first one to the small mirror so she could get her purple locks just right, or as right as she could lacking all the beauty products of her home. She even helped Starry and Sweet fix their manes. It was a bonding experience, a mini-makeover for each of her new friends. It was the first time since she’d been abducted that she’d actually been brought to fits of giggling. The blue unicorn had a natural beauty, but Rarity was surprised at how well Sweet Leaf’s short, boyish mane could look with some T.L.C..

Despite her attempts, some successful, to make her sexual slavery more bearable, she thirsted for freedom. Of all the things she’d learned about the sex trade, the one that struck her the most was that the customer was always right. While some stallions were happy to pay for simple, mechanical, vanilla sex, others had more eccentric tastes. As long as none of the girls got hurt, the hooded ponies were willing to indulge their clients in even the wildest of requests, provided they had the money. In just two weeks, Rarity had been taken in every position, in every hole, double penetrated, triple penetrated, shared like a carcass between wolves. She’d been forced to wear degrading lingerie, to role play, to use sex toys, to lick plotholes, and even urinated on by a very particular customer.

Rarity had yet to find a feasible escape opportunity, though not from lack of trying. Her time here had convinced her that the only way would indeed be the bedroom window. There was simply no way to slip out the front door. Still, she couldn’t reach the window on her own. Additionally, it was rare that she was taken into the bedroom without supervision from her master.

Another night, another customer. The door opened and in the music poured; the usual routine. Rarity had gotten used to seeing the same customers. A glut of repeat business aside, even the ponies she hadn’t seen were all the same: grabby, full-mouthed, gargoyles willing to trade money for sexual thrills in a way she never could have imagined.

“I’ll take the white one.” This one's voice, it had a sophistication to it Rarity had not heard since her last visit to Canterlot. She looked up, indeed before her stood a unicorn of incredible stature. His grey coat and white mane were neatly groomed, his tail curled and flowed as if it were caught by a breeze. His most distinguishing feature, however, were his bright, green eyes which stood out like sparkling peridot.

Rarity wondered whom this striking pony was and where he’d come from. His cutie mark was a circle, no, a sphere of something silver and shiny. Rarity stood up and looked at her master. In actuality, all three of the hooded ponies could be called such, but it was the black unicorn that seemed to carry the most clout. The veiled pony nodded his head, signaling her that the client had paid to use the bedroom. She started walking, soon to be joined by the unicorns.

“Ahem. Sir, I’d appreciate some privacy, if you will.” Rarity turned having only just entered the bedroom. The grey unicorn was standing in the doorway, his hoof on the frame and blocking her master’s path.

“It’s standard policy, sir.” the black pony said. Rarity couldn’t believe what she was seeing; there was a fleeting chance she might get this stallion all alone. Such an opportunity she couldn’t ignore.

“I demand some privacy or I shall take my business elsewhere.” he said with a snort.

“I promise you won’t even know I’m there, but I must insist.” Rarity’s forehead was sweating. Oh please please please please please!

“Would this satisfy you?” The customer produced a hoofful of gold coins. Rarity couldn’t see from where she was standing, but from her master’s reaction it must have been a hearty sum of money.

“As you wish, sir.” The door closed and Rarity’s newest customer turned and looked her over. He circled her and rubbed her plot before ordering her to the white bed. Her thoughts focused on how to take advantage of this situation. She decided to go along for now. The white pony stepped up onto the bed and tried to look weak. Her unicorn stallion followed her onto the bed with a mighty leap.

Placing a hoof under Rarity’s bottom, he tipped her back and laid her head on the starched, white pillows. He caressed her belly with one hoof, supporting her neck with the other. The way he was touching her was sensual, even if it was paid for; she felt something different about this stallion. He spread her legs and tussled her labia, stopping briefly to give her clit a pleasant rub. Then he brought his hoof up to her mouth. She marveled at how wet she was, but licked the juice from the unicorn’s appendage like a good, little filly.

Rarity tried to focus on plotting her escape, but his tender touches were too exciting. Am I actually falling for this pony? The grey stallion bent down and kissed her. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth, letting his flighty tongue inside. She’d kissed stallions in her time here, but not like this. This was one of passion, not the degrading, heartless gesture she was used to during sex.

The grey pony broke their kiss. Rarity’s mouth remained open. She opened her eyes ever so slightly and looked down. He was getting hard. An opportunity for escape like this might not come again, but what could she do? The mare's eyes clouded with tears. With a blink, twin streams rolled down her cheeks.

“What’s wrong, dear?” the stallion asked.

“P-please… help me.” Rarity pleaded softly.

“What are you talking about?” His ignorance seemed genuine, and it meant… perhaps he’d be willing to help her escape!

“They’re keeping me here against my will! I was taken from my home and forced to…”

“My word! I’m so sorry! I-I-I assumed you were here of your own accord… my deepest apologies to you.”

“Shhhhh… they’ll hear you. Don’t apologize, just please help me escape.”

“Of course, but how?” he asked.

“Th-there’s a window over there. I can’t reach it by myself, but if you could lift me I would run for help.”

“Yes, yes, and I’ll stay behind and when my hour is over I’ll tell them you knocked me out and escaped.”

“They’ll wonder... how I escaped…” she said.

“I think they’ll be too busy wanting to find you to be worried about details like that.” Rarity looked at the stallion with concern. “Don’t you worry about me, I can handle myself.” She smiled and her eyes sparkled. This was it, the moment she’d been waiting for, the moment she’d promised Starry Night she’d take advantage of.

“Thank you so much! I simply cannot repay you enough… I… wish there was a way…” Rarity looked up at her green-eyed knight with a naughty smirk. He truly was a magnificent pony. She spread her legs invitingly.

“Oh no, I couldn’t miss…”

“Rarity, and please, I want you to. You’re my hero!” He hesitated, but didn’t argue. Sliding into place, he thrust himself into the mare’s waiting body.

“My name is Mercury.” the grey pony offered without reason. They started to make love. Rarity bucked her hips at the peak of each thrust to take as much of her stallion friend into her as she could. They kept their moans as quiet as possible, even if they were the sounds that were expected; Rarity and Mercury wouldn’t want to give an audible clue that they had finished having sex.

Time passed slowly. It was a moment Rarity wanted to last forever. Being locked in passionate coitus with this gourgeous stallion contrasted like day and night with all those before him. There was no comparison, this was real, this meant something. The purple-maned pony's physical pleasure was like a single flower in a garden of emotional solace.

Mercury was a real life knight in shining armor to Rarity. It was almost a fairytale and even though they wouldn't be able to ride off into the sunset together, riding her would be a suitable consolation. The white pony squeezed with muscles she rarely exercised, milking the throbbing erection inside her. She was no longer a slave, no longer a part of this sex trade, for the moment he'd locked hips with her, she had been set free.

“Ugnnh… I’m going to…” Mercury sputtered in the throes of pleasure.

“Where do you want it?” Rarity asked sensually. He pulled his throbbing penis out of her and shuffled on top of her belly. The white pony got the idea and lowered her mouth to the glistening tip of his meat. She took the head of him into her mouth, tasting her own juices on him. She stroked the base of his heavy cock with her forehooves.

“Hnnnnnnng! Uhh!” Mercury’s semen splashed against Rarity’s soft palette and filled her mouth. She swallowed through his orgasm, drinking him, making sure not to spill one drop. Her eyes were closed. She sucked on the twitching cock as his pleasure subsided, lapping at his urethra with her tongue. This was exactly what she needed; she wanted to please him, to thank him for what he was about to do and the danger he was putting himself in.

Rarity sucked his flared head until it withdrew from her mouth on its own. She looked up at Mercury who was above her, trying to catch his breath. Those big green orbs stared back at her, thanking her. The flushed ponies locked hooves in a tender hug before hatching their plan.

“I can’t thank you enough.” Rarity whispered as Mercury opened the thin casement window with his magic.

“You’ve thanked me quite enough, just do me a favor and get yourself out of here. Run far, find your home, and remember me.” Mercury placed his hooves together under the window and Rarity stepped onto them.

“I will, of course I will!” With one final hoist, Rarity was able to scramble out the tiny window and plop onto the dirt on the other side. The fresh air on her coat made her feel alive, but now was not the time to revel in it; she needed to get as far away as possible. The mare gathered her bearings. There were no ponies in sight. She was behind a large, single-level, wooden building with white paint peeling off in thick chips. She stood up and brushed the dirt and paint chips off of her coat. A forest only 30 yards in front of her seemed the perfect getaway. She started running, looking both ways for ponies who might see her; there were none. Unseen, Rarity disappeared into the heavy foliage.

Determined, she galloped deep into the forest. The clearing vanished behind her and the undergrowth thickened. Tall trees choked the light, preventing it from touching the white pony. The cacophony of chirping, unperceived insects and bird calls gave the forest life. Rarity’s magic still refused to work, forcing her to brush the thickest of branches aside with her hoof, slowing her down tremendously. Still, she pressed forward, deeper than perhaps was necessary. With every step placed between her and that shack of horrors, the more at ease she felt.

Panting hard, she stopped. She was deep in the forest now. Rarity looked around and for the first time, the thought of predators crossed her mind. There was nothing she could do; she sighed. If a wild beast wanted to make her its dinner, it would be a stroke of bad luck she couldn’t avoid. Instead, the white pony focused on what she could worry about, namely finding her bearings. Luckily, she had found a tree, uprooted ever so slightly so that its trunk was at an angle. It wasn’t a dangerous tilt, but it was enough that with some effort she felt she could climb the thing. Her hopes were that if she could climb high enough she might be able to glean the lay of the land, or recognize some landmarks.

Rarity pressed her body against the trunk and strained to reach a low hanging branch with her forehoof. The white pony lifted herself, taking weight off her hooves. She stepped onto the first branch and reached for the next. This pattern continued until she was a full 10 yards off the ground. The taxing activity was taking the wind from her; she’d had no idea how difficult climbing a tree would be when she started. Still, she was proud of her progress, but now faced a new problem. The next limb was out of her reach. She looked down. Oh my, how did I get so high? She shook and whimpered as she clung to the rough, barky tree. She simply couldn’t claw her way any higher and so, defeated, she began planning her descent. Branch-by-branch she hopped down.

“UWHAAAAA!!” Rarity screamed as she stumbled on the final branch, falling into the dirt with a dull thud. Rarity pouted, brushed herself off and committed to keep walking. The mare decided to start off in a new direction, at a right angle from where she had come as a change of pace and to throw off anyone who might be trailing her.

The white unicorn stood out in the greenish haze of the underbrush. Pushing plants aside, Rarity trod on through the repetitive forest. What little light was present before was now leaving as the sun rode low on the horizon. She pushed onward, having walked for hours. Finally her patience was rewarded. A familiar noise filled the air, growing louder with each step. The mare's pace quickened towards the soothing sound. She galloped forward, twigs and long stems lashing at her fetlocks as she went.

At last Rarity emerged from the thick of the forest and found herself on the banks of a flowing creek. The babbling of the water was a welcome change from the incessant chirping of crickets. She bent down to drink from the stream. Crystal clear water cooled her dry throat. The last of the sun’s light disappeared behind the horizon leaving behind a dark, purple sky. As the unicorn gazed skyward she couldn’t help but think of Starry Night and wonder if she was alright.

Feeling refreshed, she decided to sleep here for the night. Not wanting to be spotted by any sex traders who may be following the creek, Rarity wandered back into the woods a ways and cleared a spot for herself to lie down. A long day of running had sapped her energy and in minutes after lying down the white pony was fast asleep.

*****

Rarity awoke to birdsong, the sun speckling the ground through the trees. Unfortunately her stomach was not as peaceful. She clutched her queasy belly, anxious to get a move on. Her plan for the day would be to follow the creek downstream and see where it took her. Blegh, not now! I’ve got to get going! She tried to ignore her gut and pick herself up, but this only agitated it even more. The mare puked onto the broadleaves of a forest shrub. Her gullet churned and spewed a glossy, brown-speckled, yellow fluid, but out with it came Rarity’s queasiness. Feeling much better, she made her short way out into the clearing and began to follow the flowing creek.

As the pony walked, the creek bed became nearly as repetitive as the forest. At midday, however, she finally found her break. Her watery guide emptied into a river that cut a wide swath through the trees. The verdant clearing she came to was of such a size that she could finally glimpse some familiar landmarks. In plain view, the glorious sight of Canterlot castle, off in the distance perched high on a mountainside. If that’s Canterlot, then Ponyville must be on the other side of this river!!

Rarity followed the river in the direction of Canterlot, looking for an opportunity to cross. The olive-green water churned over pony-sized boulders and made a formidable barrier for the small, white unicorn. It was an annoyance, but at least she knew where she was and where she was going now.

Another hour of walking brought her to a road, and a bridge that spanned the raging rapids and led directly to Ponyville. Rarity cried as she galloped in the direction of her hometown. Her hooves ached and cramped as she ran, but she didn't care, she was home. She rushed past veggie carts and into the town, ponies of all shapes and sizes whispering to each other as she crossed their paths. The unicorn focused on making it to her true destination.

Rarity panted as her hooves carried her to the library. Wasting no time, she pounded on the wooden door. It opened and Twilight Sparkle appeared with first a shocked, then overjoyed expression.

“Rarity!! Oh my… we’ve been looking everywhere for you!” Twilight exclaimed, wrapping her hooves around her exhausted friend in a powerful hug.

“Twilight… I… happy to… see… you… too.” Rarity managed to cough out between deep, lung-filling, ragged breaths.

“You look terrible, what happened to you?!?” Twilight blurted out, not thinking of Rarity's feelings. The white mare took no offense, however, and stepped inside the tree; Twi closed the door behind her. Rarity caught her breath and launched into her story, abstaining from her usual theatrics. The purple pony couldn't believe her ears and recoiled in horror. Rarity spared her friend the most heinous of details, but gave her enough to understand the pain she’d endured. Then she spoke of Starry Night and Sweet Leaf and how they were left behind.

Twilight ran over to a bookcase and magically retrieved a thick brown scroll. Bringing the paper over to Rarity she unfurled it on the ground revealing a rough map of Equestria.

“Can you show me on this map where you came from?” Twilight asked.

“Yes, it was over here, on the other side of the mountain.” Rarity pointed and traced a circle, her hoof hovering above the map, highlighting the general area she had come from. “It was a white building in the middle of the forest. It-it was a club with loud music, but they kept us in a black room somewhere in the same building.” she informed Twilight.

“I’ll send a letter to Princess Celestia at once. She's already aware that you’ve gone missing, but I’ll tell her what happened... Don’t worry Rarity, your friends will be rescued before the day is over.” Twilight hoped this would comfort her friend as she went to write the letter. Rarity fumbled with her hooves, feeling terrible for dumping this on somepony so suddenly. Still, she was happy to have such a caring friend. “Spiiiiiiike! Spike!” the purple unicorn called up the stairs. In seconds the small, boy dragon appeared.

“RARITY!!” He tripped on his tail and tumbled down the stairs. “I, uh, meant to do that.” Spike said, getting up as if nothing had happened and rushing over to Rarity for a hug. “I missed you so much Rarity, where did you go??”

“I’ll explain later Spike, right now I need you to send this letter to the Princess.” Twilight said, handing Spike the scroll. Spike acknowledged her and opened the window. With a heave, he blew flame onto the paper sending it off to its destination in dancing green swirls.

“Rarity, we should get you to the hospital.” said Twilight.

“Hospital?!” Spike said in shock and confusion, but the mares ignored him for the time being.

“Oh why ever would I need to go there Twilight? I feel… fine.” Rarity hesitated, for while she felt physically fine, she was most certainly not so emotionally.

“If they injected you with something that’s inhibiting your magic you need to go see a doctor!”

“I suppose you're right.” Rarity conceded.

“C’mon then!” The mare's trotted out the door together, a confused Spike just managing to grab Twilight’s tail and swing himself onto her back before she took off.

*****

Rarity lay in the sterile white bed of the hospital. It had been six hours since Twilight had brought her there and the doctors had taken some blood, and urine samples to try and figure out what exactly was preventing her from using her magic. They told her that test results like these took time to process, anywhere from 4 to 7 hours. The doctors had told her she could go home and come back when the results were up. Going back to Carousel Boutique, where she’d first been abducted, and while the hooded ponies were more than likely looking for her? The idea chilled her to the bone. She instead requested a room in the hospital. Here would be safe, surrounded by busy ponies. She could clear her mind and wait for the results.

Staring at the ceiling, all Rarity could think about was Starry Night and how wonderful it would be to see her again, to know she and Sweet Leaf were free and that the ponies who took them were receiving the justice they deserved. She thought too of Mercury, the unicorn stallion who’d risked life and limb to save her. She prayed he was okay, and wished in her deepest heart that she’d see him again. This whole ordeal had been such a drain on her, but she sighed and counted herself lucky that she was safe and surrounded by friendly faces.

Twilight Sparkle‘s head breached the open doorway to the room; it was followed by the rest of her. She carried herself low, clearly disturbed. Rarity noticed as her friend strolled up beside her.

“What’s wrong Twilight?”

“I’m sorry Rarity, I’m so so sorry.”

“Please, darling don’t feel bad for me, it’s not your fault.” Rarity reached to hug Twilight, but the purple mare refused.

“No… I just heard from Princess Celestia. Her patrol found the white building you had mentioned and the black room was there… but deserted. The whole place was empty. It seems they bugged out right after they discovered you were missing.” Rarity’s heart broke and she began to cry as Twilight continued. “She’s having the Royal Guard fly over the whole area, but she told me the truth is they’re probably long gone. I’m so sorry.” The white pony turned and buried her face in the hospital pillow and shooed her friend away with a gesture from her hoof. Understanding, the purple mare sauntered out of the room quietly.

Lost in the wet spot on her pillowcase, Rarity felt complete, utter desolation. She cursed her former masters, but cursed herself as well for breaking the promise that she’d made to Starry Night and Sweet Leaf. She had sworn that if she escaped she’d come back for them and despite her best efforts she’d failed. Now, all she could do was weep and imagine Starry Night stuffed in a cage, on her way to some new shady location to be forced into the same fate. These were her friends, ponies who’d helped her though the most difficult chapter of her life and she’d never be able to repay them. It simply wasn't fair.

A knock came on the door frame. Rarity wiped her puffy eyes vigorously on the pillowcase and looked up.

“I’m sorry, am I disturbing you? I can come back… it’s just, I have these test results for you.” the doctor said.

“No-no, please… I’m sorry, come in.” Rarity said, still trying to dry her eyes and regain her composure.

“Well, I suppose I’ll cut right to the chase. We found dangerously high concentrations of dioxythiamin in your system. It’s a poison that attacks the nervous system, specifically the systems responsible for magic though it can cause loss of motor functions if not properly controlled. Fortunately for you the damage should not be permanent; your liver should be able to remove the last of it from your system in about a week or two. Until then I can give you this magical stimulant which should help counteract the effects. You won’t be as adept as you used to, but you will be able to lift things and use basic magic if need be, though I’d advise not using it if at all possible, it will speed your recovery.”

Rarity sighed in relief as the doctor administered the booster of stimulant. Finally, some GOOD news. He backed away and despite his warning, she couldn’t help but want to feel her magic flowing through her horn once again. She concentrated and in moments the energy trickled into her horn and the blanket on the hospital bed flapped ever so lightly. The movement put a smile on the unicorn's face, but as soon as she had started, she remembered the doctors warning and her horn stopped glowing.

“Oh thank you doctor, you can’t imagine how happy I am to hear that. So my magic should return to its full power in under two weeks you say?”

“Yes, yes… you may have to practice to get as good as you were. Magic atrophies just like any other part of the body if you don’t use it for a long time, but I should say you should be able to figure everything out on your own.” Rarity tossed her mane in delight. “There was… ummm, one more thing your test results yielded.” The doctor's cheerful voice grew more serious as he stared at a clipboard pinned between his hooves. “This isn’t easy news to deliver, but nevertheless… we tested your urine and, well Rarity, it appears you’re going to be a mother.”