Chapters Pinkie approached the opened skull in the center of the dark, concrete room, yawning. She was pretty annoyed with how the Cakes woke her up this early today. They had said the breakfast rush would start earlier because it was Hearth's Warming Eve. Her regularly puffy mane was even more messy due to her rough night of sleep.
She reached one pink hoof into the 'bowl', swirled around, and selected a slip of paper.
She opened and flipped through the pony hide journal next to her and scanned the pages, humming a soft, upbeat melody to herself. She spotted the number, an eager grin slowly spreading across her face.
310 - Rarity
The day began like any other for Pinkie. She woke up, realized she needed more supplies, drew a number, and ponynapped the unlucky winner.
Before the ponynapping part, though, she was really excited for this day because she got to add another stuffed friend to her collection. Rarity would stand, posh and posed, right next to Dash. She was so excited, she found herself sharing her giddiness with Dashie as she prepped the room for Rarity’s arrival.
“Rarity’s going to join us! Yay! A party is still a party, even with only two friends!”
She stopped and turned, her expression unreadable, to face Rainbow Dash. She cocked her head in curiosity. Dash’s fake eyes glittered in the light of the ‘party room’. The feathers on her remaining wing shuddered and shook as she let out a short breath of air towards them, giggling. One crudely reattached wing remained, as the other was on the dress on the other side of the room. “Not to sound selfish Dashie, but I really do miss the sound of your voice,” she said, a hint of sadness in her voice. She perked right up. “But, at least you’re with me. I do love the company!” She turned and bounced to the door, ready to bring her guest home.
“Rarity!” Pinkie chimed, knocking on the lavender door to Carousel Boutique before walking in. Rarity appeared as she walked around the large fuchsia curtain that held her new designs. Her long, violet mane wrapping itself around her neck as she pulled to a stop. Her blue eye shadow was perfect as ever, generously applied, accenting her royal eyes. “Welcome to Ca-" she began before she spotted the cotton candy mare. "-oh hi, Pinkie!”
“Hi Rares! Do you think you could take a break off of work and help me at Sugar Cube Corner?” Rarity looked around. “Well,” she began. “I do have several orders that need to be completed. And with ponies coming here for last minute Hearth's shopping...” Pinkie looked at her with huge puppy-dog eyes that only she could pull off. Rarity looked around.
"Are you sure there isn't anypony else who can help you today, Pinkie? I really do have a lot of work to do."
"Oh, come on Rarity! Taking a break shouldn't be too bad! You can relax by tasting some scrumptious-dumptious sweets and laugh and play and help take some of the stressies out of you!"
Pinkie looked at her again, hopeful.
"Plus, it's what the bestest of friends do!"
“Oh, of course I’ll help darling.” Rarity said, smiling coyly. She looked over her shoulder to the stairs and called out, “Sweetie! I’ll be at Pinkie’s for a bit. Mind the shop for me!” A high pitched “Okay, sis!” was heard in response.
Rarity followed Pinkie out, closing the shop door behind her. They trotted down the path through Ponyville, soft powdered snow flying up around them. Rarity looked around, enjoying the sun that poked it's shy face through a break in the clouds. “Oh my, what a beautiful day.” She sighed. “Isn’t it?” Pinkie chirped. “Too bad we’ll be working inside.”
“That’s alright, Pinkie dear. Maybe after we’re done we could head down to the lake for some skating.”
“Okie-dokie-lokie!”
They trotted in silence for a minute, enjoying the festive view of until they reached the market place.
Crisp apples were held in big barrels at one stand. Kumquats, oranges, and tangerines all glittered cheerfully, beckoning onlookers to scoop them up and taste the ice-cold juice they held within. Lemons also glittered. They were sour bars of gold, asking somepony to take them home to add flavor to any dish. Yams, pumpkins, and other squash, still good from the fall harvest, shined with bright colors that looked just like the sun from the season they were born. All the goods at the Apple family stall begged to be taken.
There were other things at the market too. Painters painted the winter scene with swift brushstrokes, woven hats and scarves were being sold to cold ponies, foals danced in the snow, last minute shoppers buzzed noisily but warmly, and musicians braved the wet with their instruments to play Hearth's Warming carols.
They walked up the steps of the gingerbread-looking bakery. A blue aura surrounded the magenta door, pulling it open. “Thankie-lankie Rarity!” Pinkie said, bounding inside. Rarity followed, her hooves clopping on the grey tiles.
“So, dear, what are you up to today?” she asked. “Well,” Pinkie said, bouncing to the counter, pinking up an éclair. “I know you have very refined tastes and all so I was wondering if you could give me advice on this éclair because I’m catering for a big party in Canterlot and need a sophisticated pony’s opinion and would like to know if I should make changes or not and if it isn't very good you could use your skills to tell me exactly what I-" Pinkie inhaled a gasp of air and continued her run-on sentence. "-need to do to fix it and if the fudge on top is chocolate-y enough or if I need to add less sugar and maybe you could help my with ideas for that party and that reminds me I need to throw another party because my last one was last week and last week was like, forever ago and we need another party, duh, and we should think about decor and-" Rarity put a hoof to her mouth. “Just let me taste the éclair.”
She picked up the éclair with he magic, carefully nibbling an edge. It was actually pretty good. It just left a bit of a metallic aftertaste, she noted. She ate the rest while Pinkie watched, attentively.
“It was delicious Pinkie. Only, you should add less chocolate next time.”
“Okie dokie!”
“What now, Pinkie?” Rarity asked, wiping her lips with a napkin. “Now,” Pinkie began. “I suggest we take a nap. Doesn’t that sound nice?”
As if right on cue, Rarity began to feel sleepy. It was a warm feeling at first, but Rarity began to feel uncomfortable as she struggled with her eyes. “Wh-whu?” she tried before she stumbled to the floor. She gave one last confused look before slumping over, her mane falling messily about her head. Pinkie smiled.
“Don’t worry, Rarity,” she said softly, hauling the limp mare up with her earth pony strength, positioning her securely to her back. She turned to head to the trap door that lead to Sugarcube Corner's basement.
“You’ll be wide awake soon.”
Author's Note
Yay! Raripie! Well, this is the first chapter. Enjoy!
Rarity's eyes fluttered open. The room she was in was dark, so Rarity began to relax. Her weight began to pull against her bonds as she closed her heavy eyes...
Wait...
Bonds?
Rarity snapped awake and struggled. She knew she was definitely against a table, her forelegs and hind legs securely fastened with thick straps. She tried looking around to see if anypony was there, but to no avail. Her head and neck, a well as her torso and hips, were also secured, but with thick metal. She looked around with her eyes, but there was one little yellow light on above her head which obscured her view of the rest of the room.
"Hello?" She called out, just loud enough for her to hear a slight echo if there was one. There wasn't. She began to feel claustrophobic, struggling more against the claws that held so many before her.
Rarity tried, with difficulty, to remember what had happened before this . She vaguely recalled the snow, Sugar Cube Corner, and-
"Pinkie!" She called. "Pinkie! Are you there?"
She was met with no response.
She tried to illuminate the room around her but found herself extremely tired; her magic refused to respond. She was pleased when her horn released a little bit of a blue glow. Looking around, she saw something that caught her eye. A flash of a brilliant array of colors.
"Rainbow? Rainbow Dash? Is that you?"
She concentrated her magic a little harder and was just able to see the unmistakable cyan coat and the magenta eyes.
"Rainbow Dash! What's going on? I-"
Rarity realized she was starting to panic, and stopped speaking, attempting to calm herself down. She began to grow impatient as she waited for the pegasus to respond, but to no avail. She called again.
"Rainbow? Are you okay?"
Silence.
Rarity attempted to use the last bit of magic she could, completely illuminating her friend's face. She gasped and her light went out, causing a spark which extinguished the bulb above her.
She was in total darkness.
She drew each breath in with care, every outward breath shivering. She jumped when she heard a loud bang, but relaxed when she heard hooves quickly approaching.
"Pinkie? Is that you? What's going on?"
"Shit! Sorry Rarity, I didn't realize you'd be awake!" Rarity heard her pink friend call in response.
"Pinkie!" She gasped, relieved. I didn't know you were here! Where are we?"
"Hold on Rares, let me fix the light."
Rarity waited as she heard clatters and thuds, the occasional swear breathed out quietly. "I hate looking for stuff in the dark." She heard Pinkie mutter.
Finally it seemed Pinkie found what she was looking for. She trotted quickly to where Rarity was and installed a new bulb. Rarity squinted at the sudden light. She could still only see a few feet in front of her, but was pleased to see Pinkie.
"Pinkie! What's going on?" she asked again. Pinkie broke into a wide grin and started bouncing.
"I'm so sorry I'm late, Rarity. You'd been out for a while, so I decided I'd take a nap. When I woke up, it was already night, so I hopped down here as quick as can be."
"It's night time?" asked Rarity, puzzled. Pinkie nodded quickly.
"What's going on?" she asked for the third time, her voice overflowing with annoyance. Pinkie ignored her, going into the shadows and wheeling in a metal tray, cloth covering it's contents.
"Are you and Rainbow Dash playing a prank on me? If that's the case, why has she been in here for months just for a silly trick." Rarity asked. Pinkie looked up, confused.
"Oh," she said with sudden realization. "You've met Dashie."
"'Met Dashie'?" Rarity scoffed. "Of course I've met Dashie. She's one of my best friends."
"Oh, nonono," Pinkie giggled. "This Dashie." She pulled the pony into view, the light falling onto the crude trophy. Rarity's eyes widened with shock, not wanting to see what was put in front of them.
"I-is th-that-" Rarity tried, her mouth refusing to form the words.
"Yup! She's been keeping me company for a while now! She was fun, but I'm hoping to have sooo much more fun with you today!"
Pinkie threw the cloth off the table with gusto, revealing a small medical bag and a large variety of surgical equipment. "I've decided to be more careful this time, since I know how much you want things to be perfect. These tools have all been sterilized, I've washed my hooves, and look at this!"
Pinkie fished into the medical bag, which held several new hypodermic needles and bottles, and withdrew a small marker and protractor.
"See! I got a surgical marker! It's for writing on coats and stuff. I'm going to make cute little lines, to be more precise. That way, you'll be perfect for stuffing!"
She lay the protractor and marker down and approached the frozen pony who stared, unblinking and unbelieving, the whole time Pinkie was doing her 'demonstration'. At the sound of the tool being laid against the table, Rarity jumped, her eyes darting to Pinkie’s face. Pinkie set her forelegs next to Rarity's sides and leaned into her face.
"So," she whispered, there muzzles breaths away from each other.
“Let’s get started.”
Pinkie closed the space between their lips in one swift motion, sealing the fate of both ponies in that dark concrete room.
Author's Note
Short chapter, sorry!
“…You kissed me.” She said, confused. Pinkie giggled.
“Of course I kissed you, silly, I’ve always wanted to do that… and I thought that a smart mare like you would have more important things on your mind…” The shadows crossing Pinkie’s face as she backed away twisted those smiling features into a far more menacing expression – an expression that left no doubt as to what these ‘more important things’ were.
Rarity tried desperately to grasp the situation, but her terrified mind couldn’t provide an explanation. Her eyes filling with tears, she told herself over and over that Pinkie was pulling something on her. Clinging onto this shred of hope, she began to laugh.
“Pinkie, Pinkie, Pinkie. You really are funny. I mean, this whole set-up was elaborate, so well planned. But it’s Hearth’s Warming, not Nightmare Night. You should save the scary pranks for later.” Rarity’s tears spilled over, sparkling in the low light as she giggled.
Why does everypony think it’s some kind of prank? I mean, I figured I was being serious enough,” Pinkie mused. “It would be kind of a funny prank, but you’re right. Hearth’s Warming is a time for friends and family,” Pinkie paused, a shadow of something darker crossing her face as she finished with, “Not pranks.”
“Pinkie. This isn’t funny anymore. Please let me go. If I did anything, just tell me. I’m getting really freaked out here.”
“Well, of course you’d already be freaked out, but I haven’t even shown you where we are yet.”
Colorful streamers of dried entrails fluttered around on the ceiling, brightly painted pony skulls were attached to the walls, and organs filled with helium were tied to the backs of chairs. The tables and chairs were made of bones and the preserved hide of past ponies.
“Oh Equus ferus caballus.” Rarity breathed the profanity out in a whisper, her tears momentarily stopping as she tried, and failed, to absorb the macabre scene. Pinkie gestured to the room’s ‘decorations’, turning expectantly to Rarity for her opinion on the designs.
“Do you like it? I know it’s not amazing craftsmanship, but I do try to make it festive and fun.”
Rarity couldn’t speak.
“It’s…sick. Th-this is s-so s-sick, Pinkie Pie. I don’t kn-know what you’re pl-laying at, but you n-need to let me go.” Rarity managed to choke out. Pinkie’s face fell.
“Well, if you didn’t like it, you could have said so,” She pouted. “You didn’t have to go all meanie-weanie.”
Pinkie sighed and picked the surgical marker up and slid it into the protractor. She held it to her flank and set the diameter the marker would make.
“Well, I suppose I still need to make everything all nice, even if you are being meaner-mc-meaner-pants,” she sighed. “You could at least be a good sport about it.”
“Good sport? Good SPORT?” Rarity yelled. “Y-you…w-we…we’re best friends, Pinkie Pie! Wha-…why are you doing this?” Her yelling had become a near shriek. Pinkie rolled her eyes.
“Well, I told you I needed help around Sugar Cube corner today. I needed more of the main ingredient for my cupcakes. Which is you,” she added before continuing. I needed to get more, so I drew a number-” she pointed a hoof towards the open skull in the center of the room. “-from my lottery system. The number happened to be yours. I was excited to have you here. I cleaned and everything. I don’t like working on my own when it comes to this sort of thing, which is why I love selecting my bestest friends!”
Rarity only stared. Pinkie was feeling exhausted from all the talking. “C-cupcak-cakes?” Rarity said, her lip trembling. Pinkie nodded. “Yup. That’s what I’m trying to say. Should I say it slower?”
Rarity exploded again.
“H-how could you have been doing this? I knew you!”
Pinkie rolled her eyes again. “Ugh! It’s always the same reaction. I’m bored now.”
“B-but ponies. They’ll notice I’m m-missi-ing.”
“Well, nopony paid much attention when Dash poofed. Or any of the other ponies I’ve harvested. One of the nice things about Equestria is nopony suspects anything, really.” Rarity hung her head as best as she could and began to sob. Pinkie neared her with the protractor.
“Help! Please! Anypony HELP ME!” Rarity cried as loud as her lungs allowed her. Pinkie stepped back a little, not used to the volume. Rarity must’ve really excelled in those acting classes, she noted. She took another step towards her struggling friend, who desperately tried to defend herself. A faint blue glow surrounded the protractor, tugging weakly at it before fading.
“What did you do to my magic?” Rarity cried, attempting once more to dislodge the protractor from the bubblegum pony’s grip. “Oh, that,” Pinkie began. “Well, the medicine I used to knock you out weakens magic for a time. I use it on all of my unicorns.”
“Medicine? You-” Rarity remembered the éclair. She went silent.
“Yup! It’s really cool, made with dragon, unicorn, and zebra blood. Plus other cool plants and stuff from the Everfree forest.”
“Blood?” Rarity whispered. She remembered the metallic aftertaste.
She suddenly felt like throwing up. Pinkie approached the revolted unicorn once more. Leaning to the side, she placed the marker against Rarity’s left flank, drawing a circle around her cutie mark. Rarity jerked, sending a line of ink through the mark.
“Rarity! Hold still!” Pinkie scolded, moving to the right cutie mark.
Rarity cried out as she felt her flesh splitting. The scalpel slowly curved around, completing the circle. Little beads of blood formed around the circumference, dripping down like red tears. Pinkie gently set the scalpel on the metal tray and selected a small pair of tweezers and a small curved blade.
“Ah-ha!” she announced proudly, holding up the blood-backed flap. She set it down and repeated the process on the other flank.
Rarity wept softly as Pinkie returned to her with the marker.
“Oh Rares, don’t be such a sniffle-butt,” she said. “I thought we could be having fun.” Rarity looked at her with murderous eyes.
“Fun? FUN? You’re cutting my skin off, going to turn me into cupcakes, and Celestia knows what else! You’ve turned once living ponies into bucking party decorations!” she cried, flinging the words at Pinkie, who stood, shocked.
“Pinkie Pie, if this is your idea of fun-” she said in disgust. “-you make me sick.”
Pinkie frowned, her ears drooping sadly. “That wasn’t nice, Miss Generosity” She muttered.
“Oh, well I’m sorry, miss Laughter!” Rarity returned sarcastically. Pinkie looked up.
“I can laugh, if you want. This is what I call fun, after all.”
Pinkie followed by letting out a gay, loud, ringing laugh. Chills crawled their way up Rarity’s spine at the sound of such a happy, eerie sound. Pinkie stopped and smiled. “Well, we’re never going to get anywhere if we just chitter-chatter.” She said, returning to the marker. She positioned it just above Rarity’s ribcage. She delicately drew a straight line all the way down past her lower abdomen.
“This is fun! I can’t believe I never thought of stuffing anypony like this before!”
Rarity stiffened as Pinkie approached her marehood, the markers delicate curve sending tingles through her whole body. Pinkie noticed and looked up at her. Rarity’s face had gone slightly red. Whether that was from her body sending extra blood to figure out what was going on, or something else entirely, Pinkie wasn’t sure. She was sure, however, that the most beautiful pony in all of Equestria as well as her filly-hood crush, was in front of her. Pinkie could only stare.
Rarity shuddered.
Rarity tried to speak. Before she could ask, Pinkie rushed up to the bound mare and pressed her lips against hers. Rarity’s eyes, the only things that could really move, widened in shock. Here she was, being cut apart, and her best friend - scratch that, murderer-to-be - was kissing her.
Pinkie’s thoughts differed from Rarity’s entirely. The frosting mare melted into the marshmallow one, molding her lips to Rarity’s perfectly. Pinkie parted her mouth slightly and carefully explored the lips with her tongue, tasting the saltiness of Rarity’s tears.
Rarity bit down as hard as she could, but Pinkie was faster. She whipped her head back and Rarity felt her now bleeding lip.
“That wasn’t nice, Rares.” Pinkie said. She ran her tongue along Rarity’s cut lip, savoring the warm blood. Pinkie then gave Rarity a gentle nuzzle, which surprised the unicorn.
This is your chance, Pinkie thought.
“Rarity, I’ve always had a crush on you.” Pinkie confessed, blushing.
“What? You thought NOW would be a good time to say something?” Rarity asked in disbelief.
“Well, better late than never.” Pinkie responded. Rarity attempted to say something in response but Pinkie interrupted with another kiss.
“Besides, I figured I’d tell you now, because, well, there’s one more thing I’ve always wanted to do.” Pinkie said.
She ran her hoof gently up Rarity’s crotch once, then paused, giving Rarity a cautious look. “Well, as I said, I’ve always had a crush on you. And, well, I want you. Only if you’ll let me though. I’m no creepy raping pony.” She ended the sentence with a giggle.
Rarity tried to protest, but found no words came out. She was more afraid than she had ever been in her life, but found her heart racing too fast. The only thought she could clearly make out was of Pinkie’s cold hoof.
“I want you too.” She managed in a very quiet whisper. Pinkie smiled.
Pinkie leaned forward, using her tongue to draw a line over the incision guide. Rarity shivered again as Pinkie approached her crotch. Pinkie deeply inhaled the scent of her lover’s arousal. She extended her tongue to gently touch just below Rarity’s legs and moved her tongue in a wide circle, tracing the edges of Rarity’s vulva. Rarity watched Pinkie’s movements, hypnotized.
Pinkie shifted her weight and moved her mouth up, cradling Rarity’s teats with her lips. She gently sucked them, eliciting a quiet moan from Rarity’s parted mouth, which exited Pinkie even more. She lowered and extended her muzzle to kiss Rarity’s second pair of lips.
Author's Note
Comment, please!
Rarity closed her eyes as Pinkie’s soft lips pressed gently against her vulva. Her heart raced even faster as Pinkie took her time exploring the new territory. Pinkie used her tongue to solicitously probe the delicate lips, working its way into the fleshy folds.
Pinkie looked up at Rarity, searching for any signs of discomfort, but Rarity’s face was calm as she focused all her attention to Pinkie’s movements. Her closed eyes fluttered.
Pinkie grinned to herself and turned back to Rarity’s vagina. She licked quickly around for another moment before inserting her tongue completely. Rarity began to shake, letting out a quiet whimper. Pinkie’s own arousal grew at the thought of Rarity’s, and she began to explore deeper. Pinkie buried her face into Rarity, firmly nuzzling her. Rarity moaned loudly at the sudden, full feeling of Pinkie’s warm muzzle inside of her.
Pinkie drew out her dampened muzzle and ran her tongue over her lips. Taking her hoof, she placed the tip below* Rarity’s vagina and began to move it in a circular motion. Several seconds passed before Rarity let out a sharp gasp, her royal blue eyes flying open. Pinkie looked up, then down again as she smiled. Judging from Rarity’s reaction, she had found what she was looking for.
Pinkie quickened her circular motions, creating a different pressures over Rarity’s clitoris. A wave of pleasure washed through Rarity, and she began to moan loudly. Pinkie stopped and drew her hoof back. Rarity scowled, uncomfortable as she felt unsatisfied clitoris pulse with each beat of her heart.
Pinkie reached forward and kissed Rarity’s second beating heart. Rarity gasped again at the sudden pleasure. Pinkie began suck, Rarity moaning with each draw. Pinkie was really enjoying herself as she licked, sucked, and kissed Rarity’s clit.
Rarity moaned louder, and felt herself nearing orgasm. Pinkie sensed this and stopped.
“Why did you stop?” Rarity asked angrily.
“Because, there’s something else I thought would be fun to try.” Pinkie responded.
She stood up and walked over behind the board Rarity was attached to and grasped the lever in her teeth. Rarity began to feel uncomfortable again, as she couldn’t see Pinkie’s actions. Suddenly, Rarity’s table rotated back, almost horizontal. Pinkie reappeared.
Stepping behind Rarity’s head, Pinkie looked over Rarity and giggled. Rarity looked up as best as she could, and met Pinkie’s upside down smile. Pinkie ran her hoof along Rarity’s horn. Feeling electric pleasure run through her, Rarity shivered and closed her eyes. Pinkie smiled, triumphant that her hypothesis was correct. She closed her tongue around the cold horn and began to suck. Rarity inhaled sharply.
Pinkie stopped and smiled, licking her lips.
“Mmm, you taste like a minty lollipop!” She laughed. She returned to the horn and began to slide her head up and down, taking Rarity’s horn in full.
Rarity clenched herself up tight, feeling an orgasm coming quicker than it had before. Pinkie didn’t realize this, and kept sucking.
“AH!” Rarity cried, feeling herself explode. Pinkie let go of Rarity’s horn, and her face caught the full of Rarity’s horngasm.
A royal blue, liquid aura, shot from Rarity’s horn, landing in Pinkie’s open mouth. Pinkie licked her lips happily.
“Mmm! Minty strawberry milkshake of rainbowness.” Pinkie said quietly, describing the flavor to herself. She licked Rarity’s horn clean, noisily enjoying it.
Rarity panted, feeling relieved. Feeling the table rotate back up, she opened her eyes and saw Pinkie standing in front of her. Pinkie smiled nervously.
“Well, um, you see, I normally wouldn’t do all the stuff I did, even if I do really like you, it’s just, um,” Pinkie said. She turned around and flexed her semitendinosus, swishing her tail flirtatiously.
“I’m on my estrous cycle.” She finished, lifting her tail completely. Rarity’s arousal renewed itself at the sight of Pinkie’s vulva, opening and closing in alluring winks.
“Please,” Rarity said, eyeing the sight in front of her hungrily. “Please.”
Pinkie looked at her, cautious again.
“If I let you go this once, you have to promise not to run.” She said, teasingly. Rarity’s mind was too fuzzy from raw lust to think about the possibility of escape. She nodded as best as she could and Pinkie again passed behind the table and released both the restraints and the bonds.
Rarity slid from the table as gracefully as she could and approached Pinkie. She gently embraced her body and kissed her. Her lips began to trail down Pinkie’s neck and shoulders. Pinkie smiled, her eyes closing.
Rarity slowly brought Pinkie to the cold ground, deepened their kiss. Turning Pinkie over so she was on top, she propped herself up with her front legs and her. Pinkie looked up at her with wide eyes, pleasurable shivers running down her spine as Rarity kissed her neck and chest softly, making her way down.
With Rarity’s head busy kissing her chest, Pinkie leaned up and took Rarity’s horn in her mouth. Rarity gasped softly and she began to rub Pinkie with her hoof. Pinkie convulsed at the sudden, electric tingle. She stalled, giving Rarity time to use her horn and run the tip down Pinkie’s stomach. Saliva trailed behind, sticking to the coat.
Pinkie watched carefully as Rarity neared her marehood. Rarity slowly drew the long side of her horn against Pinkie, causing Pinkie softly moan. Rarity smiled and stood up. Pinkie followed suit and instinctively turned around, presenting herself to Rarity.
Rarity kissed Pinkie’s buttocks and positioned her horn over Pinkie’s clitoris. She slightly pressed against it and began to slowly rotate it in a circle. Pinkie gasped, feeling herself growing wet.
Rarity started to feel wet again in two places. Her horn began to glow and secrete a thin liquid aura. Rarity stopped her motions and again positioned her horn in front of Pinkie’s vagina. She slowly and gently began to slide her horn in. The liquid lubricant on Rarity’s horn sent pulses of electricity throughout Pinkie’s body. Pinkie moaned loudly as Rarity picked up speed, thrusting in and out quickly. Rarity felt herself getting closer to horngasm, so she cast a small spell to keep herself from climaxing before Pinkie.
Pinkie clutched herself around Rarity, squeezing the horn in a warm embrace. As she felt herself nearing orgasm, she tightened all of her muscles, preparing herself.
Suddenly, all of Pinkie’s sexual tension released itself and she moaned, squeezing up completely. After her orgasm, she relaxed and lowered herself to the floor. She turned her head as Rarity came to lie beside her, her horn dripping from her own orgasm. They lay together. The only sounds were that of them taking in gasps of much needed oxygen.
Pinkie stood and stretched herself lazily. Rarity sat upright and looked around. Her horn glowed as she picked up a rag placed on a party table and began to clean. Horngasm residue and salty arousal alike mixed in small puddles on the floor. She finished wiping and placed the rag back on the table.
With her sexual desires gone, she began to feel afraid again. The horrifying decorations seemed to reappear as her focus cleared. Pinkie looked at her, uneasy.
“Well, that was fun. But we really need to get back to business.” She said calmly. Rarity slowly got to her feet, unbelieving.
“What?” she demanded.
“That was fun. You know, sex and stuff. It was the best sex I’ve ever had,” she said, a small giggle escaping her lips as she finished. She sighed happily. “But cupcakes don’t make themselves.” She finished with an air of finality to her tone.
Rarity began to shake.
“W-wait. After all of that, you’re still going to-” she tried, but was unable to finish the sentence as macabre images swam through her mind.
“Well, I can’t leave a job undone,” Pinkie replied. Her bright blue eyes seemed to hide something dark, and they flashed maliciously.
“Sorry.”
Rarity began to slowly back up. Pinkie watched her cautiously.
Rarity turned and bolted. Pinkie followed her, their hooves colliding against the hard floor as the ran. Rarity stopped along the wall, her eyes scanning for a door, a window, or something she could escape from. Her head slammed into the concrete as Pinkie tackled her from behind.
“Not this time.” She said, laughing. Rarity grabbed the closest thing - a metal bucket - and smashed it against Pinkie’s head, causing Pinkie to let go, bewildered. Rarity’s eyes widened as she and Pinkie both realized the exact same thing:
She could use her magic.
Rarity kicked Pinkie away and jumped over her, her hooves sliding on the smooth floor. Pinkie lunged under her and crashed against the restraint board. She stood up and grabbed the medical bag and rummaged through it. She took a hypodermic needle in her mouth and a vial of liquid in her hooves and prepared the syringe.
Rarity ran around the room in circles, trying in vain to find an opening. She stopped in horror when she looked up at the ceiling, which she hadn’t seen before; her vision was obscured by her restrained head.
Shackles, stained red with remnants of past victims were hanging, their jaws open for cadavers to hold. Rarity was sure this was how Pinkie drained whatever they hadn’t bled out.
She yelped when she felt something sharp plunge into her spine. She flew forward, but Pinkie grabbed her hind legs.
“No!” she growled when Rarity tried to kick her off. “Come on! Stop – ah! – struggling!”
Against her will, Rarity began to feel tired. She tried desperately to stay awake, but black spots began to cloud her vision.
“Shhhh, sleep.” Pinkie said, restraining Rarity completely. Rarity pitifully squeaked before completely blacking out.
Author's Note
Well, here it is. For all the shocked readers, it was indeed tagged with sex from the vary start. This is a Raripie fic, after all.
