Rainbow Dash knew she shouldn't but she couldn't help herself. She had gone three long, hard days without a toot of cocaine. Her friends knew it, but she wouldn't accept it- Rainbow Dash was addicted.
They found out when her house was seized on drug charges. It's a bit hard to explain your needing to move in with Fluttershy and your name is in the paper for possession charges.
She had to figure out a way to get that high without giving herself away. If she kept going off to the old abandoned construction site where the dealer dealed, somepony would notice. Then it came to her- get a whole bunch in one go, and stash it in a secret spot, so she would only have to go every now and then.
So, that night, Dash snuck out of the house (Fluttershy snored with the volume and forcefulness of a fart that you hold in and it does some rumbly thing in your colon) and flew off to the site. Around this time she started to think about where she would keep her stash. Eh, she could just shove it up her asshole like those guys you see on the news.
Sure enough, Zippy the dealer was there, expecting her, as usual.
'Where ya been the past few?' She asked as Dash landed beside the black Lincoln.
'Oh, uh, I've been trying to quit', she admitted.
'Well why would you want to do that? You wouldn't get to see ME'
'Sorry'
'Ah it's ok, the usual?'
Dash thought for a second (a sober brain was hard to get used to) and said, 'Actually, I would like to take as much as I fucking can,'
'Okay' came the answer, and she pulled a tray of bagsout of the car.
Rainbow Dash had never seen that much coke in her life. She guessed 120 bags in that tray! She quickly did the math, based on the usual sizes of Zippy's bags (quarter ounce) and holy shit that was almost two pounds of the finest cocaine. That shit would last a couple forevers for damn sure.
'How much for the tray?'
'For that, ehh... What you say to 45K's?'
45K's?! Dash had brought her fucking life savings with her- 1,000, enough for only 5/8 ounce by those prices.
She knew Zippy was easily pissy and wasn't sure how she would react to the fuck-nothing she'd brought, so she just said, 'Nah.'
Zippy looked at her, and thought aloud, 'You want more, don't you? 30 ounces just isn't enough for the supposed quitter.'
She turned around to get another (ANOTHER!) tray out of the car, and Dash took her chance. She grabbed the tray, took off, and hauled ass out of that fucking site.
What was she thinking? She just stole almost $50,000 worth of cocaine from a highly respected dealer, from right under her nose!
Zippy probably had four body guards there, with their AK47s, should somepony pull something. And pull something somepony did. They were all probably in the Lincoln, or in separate vehicles. She had seen once a Knight XV, a prestige armoured SUV. Google it, it's fucking badass. They would be looking for her and the coke, mostly the coke, she was just a nuisance, a fly on Zippy's burger.
They would find her. Zippy had told her stories about tracking ponies down and mutilating them when she suspected them of stealing an eightball or two.
She had no idea if they were true, but she only wished she had remembered those stories before fucking off with an assload of the shit.
Her thoughts were interrupted by gunfire. Sure enough, they had already found her in under a minute, and were following in a new car- a Dodge Hennessey Viper. Maybe around 2000 horsepower. Dash didn't give a flaming dog shit in a brown paper bag about what the thing was powered by, she could only bring herself to care that it was going fucking FAST. Keeping up to her for sure.
She climbed higher to escape the range of the gun, when she noticed another car coming along. This one was the aforementioned XV; it was having a tough tine keeping up to the Pegasus but Zippy and her .50 cal long-range didnt seem to care. Dash could hear the bullets fly by her, one blew a hole in the tray, almost causing the loss of a quarter-once of coke. Thank god it was near the edge, she thought.
She desperately kept climbing, till she must have been 4000' above the ground, in an attempt to evade the sniper. But the giant high-quality scope saw this only as a bit of a challenge.
The bullets still kept coming, stopping for a few heavenly seconds when the magazine emptied, but then starting quickly again.
The thoughts in Dashs head had gone from her stupidity, to what would happen to her, to what was happening to her, and had now come to FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK
She just couldn't keep climbing. Shed run out of oxygen. De had to come back down.
So from her altitude, she slowed just enough to look for a hideout she could swoop into. Oh look, Rarity's house. Maybe she could just duck in there for the night.
So she redirected herself straight down, just zipping along, down, down, and she felt herself rapidly speeding up. Oh fuck, if she made a sonic Rainboom now, they could trace her right down to any remaining cells in her coked-up brain. She tried to slow, but it was hard. Eventually she slowed enough that the crash through Rarity's fucking roof only bruised and dislocated her front legs, rather than killing her.
When Dash picked herself out of the rubble, who should greet her but the pissed-off Rarity. Far from the elegant, high-class daytime version, night-time Rarity growled, 'Its 2 a-fucking-m, rainbow! What the nigger shit are you doing for fucks sake?'
Then she saw it. The heavenly, gleaming, white, cocaine.
That Rainbow Dash wasn't supposed to be fucking using!
Rarity grabbed the tray, and threw it at Dash.
She looked at Dash, stared right into her soul, and said 'Apparently you're not mature enough to be honest to your friends even if your life depends on it. '
Rainbow looked down at the floor in shame. there was nothing she could say, no excuse. She was fucking caught.
All of a sudden, there was another crashing noise. This time it wasn't the roof, it was downstairs being smashed at 2 a-fucking-m.
They ran downstairs to find a glossy black Knight XV polluting the air with biodiesel fumes, parked in the middle of the shop. Out came Zippy and her number one bodyguard, Bob. Both of them had Tommy guns. Well, Rarity and Rainbow Dash could not run, they'd get shot. They couldt surrender, they'd get tortured and shot. They couldn't fight, they get shot. In scientific terminology, they were fucked. There wasn't much time to decide, they had cuffs on them before either could communicate with the other.
Along came the Hennessey. And out jumped two more buffs. A couple rifle stocks to the face were enough to knock out Rarity and Dash, and into the truck they went.
Rainbow dash woke up to a light being shone in her face. She jerked away, only to find she had been tied to a fucking chair.
Great. Now she was really fucked. Possession on her criminal record, criticism and rejection from her friends, and now, actual risk to her being.
What could make this day any worse, maybe the fact that Rarity was tied up a few feet away from her, wide awake, and being tortured till she was numb by Bob. Because of Rainbow Dash.
Good god. She looked back to the light. Zippy was trying to blind her or something. 'Okay, turn the damn flashlight off!'
'why of course Dashie!'
Zippy clicked the flashlight off, then gave her a look that said, I ate at Taco Bell three hours ago and i have got fucking deadly gas.
She held the light in front on her face, then lowered it. Dash followed it, down to her legs, which had been tied apart. Oh god, no... But Zippy had already decided yes. She shoved the rough, cold flashlight into Dash's cunt.
This wouldn't happen if ponies would wear fucking clothes. Women complain about being raped, stop dressing like you want it. Fuck.
This was basically like rape for Dash. Her pussy was dry, and tense from the stress if the situation, add in the coarseness of the handle, and she was in misery.
Mother of God, Why did she have to learn now the consequences of cocaine addiction? If only she could go back in time and just say no to her craving three hours ago, say yes to the optional counseling, say no to that sketchy kid with the eightballs...
But now, all she could do was take the torture. She deserved it.
Ugh, the pain, the pain.
Rarity was being questioned. Apparently, because Dash crashed into Rarity's house at 2 a-fucking-m, that meant Rarity knew some things about their operation. She didn't.
Dash knew all there was to know. They bought the cocaine from a bigger company direct from Colombia, and sold it, and they were all fucking rich. One night of dealing would earn each of them a couple thousand, if Zippy was fair with the pay. She usually was.
But Rarity didn't know. She repeated,'I don't know anything! I don't fucking know anything!'
Bob kept inching the knife closer to her face, and said, 'If you don't know nothin' would that mean you're just some stupid, useless piece o shit?'
Normally, Rarity would take huge offense to being called a stupid, useless piece of shit, but he life was on the line here. She nodded vigorously. 'In that case...'and he began to press the end into her neck, but was interrupted. 'Wait!'
Bob turned around. Zippy yanked the flashlight out of Dash's honey hole, and said, 'I wanna watch!'
He turned back, but was interrupted again by Rainbow Dash, who yelled, 'No!'
All eyes were on her. 'kill me. I deserve it. She wouldn't be here if it wasn't for me.'
Zippy looked at her, and bawww'd out, 'AWWW how heartbreaking! Best friend betrayal! Eh, she's fucking useless here, what's te point of keeping her? She could face identify us anyway.'
So he carried on. He sawed into her throat, cutting it open at the front, then turning around and cutting backwards, towardsthe spine. Blood ran out like a river, staining her beautiful white coat red. Dash threw up, blowing it all over herself and Zippy. He stopped when the knife hit the spine, and simply cut around it. He dug the tip into the cartilage and tissue in te joint, and worked at that until Rarity's head came off.
When she saw the head drop lifelessly off her neck, hitting the floor with a thud, eyes already glazing over, Dash felt even sicker. This was her fault. If she hadn't gone to pick up some coke, if she hadn't stolen it, if she hadn't, if she hadn't. She threw up again, and again, until there was nothing left to barf, and she began dry heaving.
Once her episode was over, Dash looked to bob, and asked him,'What are you going to do to me?' in a hoarse voice.
Bob looked at her, and breathed White Cheddar Goldfish breath into her face 'For all I care, you can bend over and fuck your own face.'
That made Zippy's ears perk up, and she gave Dash the Taco Bell look. 'Well, that's not out of the question. '
They cut the ropes onDashs chair loose, allowing her to stretch her front legs.
'Youre letting me go? But-but'
They grabbed her forelegs and pulled them back behind the chair. Zippy leaned in close and told her,'Bob wants to see you fuck your own face. Youre going to give the pleasure, and then well let you go. If you dont, you die for not being courteous enough. Now start munching. '
They relaxing their pull, but not the grip, allowing Dash to slowly lean forward.
She looked at her cunt and gulped. It wasn't so far. She could probably make it.
She started to bend over, quickly gaining a lot of ground. But it got hard about twothirds of the way down. Really hard.
'I-I can't!...'
'Well, you're going to have to, or...'
She heard a gun cock in her ear.
Oh SHIT. It was so close, but she couldn't...
She started straining her legs, trying to get the hip joints to pop, give her just a bit more flexibility.
And eventually, after alot of straining and a sore back, she did it. Rainbow Dash licked her own pussy. she leaned back up, almost proud of herself, when she felt metal on her temple. The gun.
'Ohh, no', Bob growled at her,'You gotta make yourself cum.'
Rainbow was speechless. She ha to stay down there long enough to make herself cum? She was not horny at all, and the fact that a stallion with terrible BO was standing with his crotch treacherously close to her ass wasn't helping.
She leaned back down, this time it didn't take as much effort but was still a pain in the ass, almost as much as Bobs dick being crammed into her asshole, which she had already been expecting. It did help her lean down.
She started eating herself out, sticking her tongue into herself, working it like a Tootsie pop, while Bobs penis drilled her from behind.
It took a while, but she actually started to like it. Eventually, Dash was eating herself out for the sole purpose of pleasure. Bob had already finished in her asshole; he wasn't too pleased as she shit all over his dick.
But she kept going, and she began to feel herself getting close. Her work became sloppy, which only made it better. Oh god, who gave a shit about life anymore. She was in heaven with her incoming orgasm. She was going to do this all the time when she got out. Nearer, nearer, oh God oh GOD HOLY MOTHERFUCKING SHIT and she came. She came the hardest she had ever come. And now, she could leave.
Once Dash had calmed down enough to speak, she tried to work herself out of rope still on her hindlegs, but it was still tight. She motioned for it to be undone, but Zippy wouldn't have it. 'Oh no,' she said.
'What?! That's fucking bullshit! I ate myself out! I came! You said I could go now!'
'Well', she said, pulling yet another gun out of the car- a 20 gauge shotgun- 'I lied'.
BANG!