“So then, Discord was complaining how it was just a practical joke!” Dash explanied, waving her arms in the air.

Scootaloo and the rest of the Rainbow Dash Fan Club were gathered around her outside of the school, listening to her tale. Most of them had their prismatic wigs on, though Scootaloo went a step further. She had recently saved up her allowance until she could pay to get her hair dyed into a rainbow.

“That’s so awesome!” Scootaloo cheered.

“Yeah, the entire castle was scratching themselves for a week! Celestia had me do a rainboom and blow most of the itching powder out of the castle. The best part was when Discord said I wasn’t fast enough to punch him in the face—”

“No way! You totally punched him, right?”

“Yeah, Scoots. Before he finished the sentence, I totally knocked him flat on his butt! Celestia was pissed, nearly let Discord turn me into an action figure for a day.”

“Really? You should let him and I’d totally play with you for the whole week!”

“Sorry,” Dash explained. “I’d rather not be turned into a plastic filly’s toy, even if it was you who played with me.” She patted Scootaloo on the head. “Now, I need to go check and make sure there are no runaway strollers on fifth street.”

“What about our autographs?” Featherweight asked.

“Heh, sorry, I’m supposed to rescue some foals and then check on Fluttershy’s animals.”

“Come on! They can totally eat some grass on their own. You have to autograph our copies of your new comic book!” Scootaloo said.

Dash nearly blushed as she hovered in the air in front of her fan club. Recently, Dark Horse Publishing had come out with “Rainbow Dash: Mare of Justice.” It was a comic chronicling her heroism and bravery, and detailed at great lengths how she was the glue that held the Elements of Harmony together. According to it, Twilight wouldn’t have the courage to use the Element of Magic without Dash to support her.

She was about to correct her number one fan, and tell her that they took a few creative liberties. Yet, looking into the wide eyes of the fillies and colts felt so amazing. Dozens of young minds were worshiping her as a hero. Soon, she’d get the acceptance letter from the Wonderbolts and have thousands more screaming fans. She might as well get used to it now.

“Yeah, you’re right, Scootaloo, the animals can feed themselves. I’ve got time to sign your comic books and tell you all about the next chapter!”

“You know what’s gonna happen in the next comic, Dash?” Rumble asked.

“Of course I do! I was there, you know. Why, after I defeat the Shadowbolts and punch Nightmare Moon in the muzzle, I get to kick a dragon in the nose and make him run home to his mom, crying!”

“I thought Fluttershy scared the dragon off,” Featherweight said.

“Nah, it was totally the other way around. The dragon scared her off, but luckily I was there to make him taste my hoof!” Dash shouted. “Awww, yeah!”

Scootaloo ran forward with her comic in her mouth. It was protected by the plastic dust sleeve and was still in mint condition. “Do mine first, Dash!”

She took the comic to a nearby bench and Dash signed it with her marker. The rest of the fan club filed by. Snips, Snails, and Spike had joined the fan club being comic book fans themselves. They were the last few to get autographs before Dash stretched out her wings and yawned.

“Thanks, guys, but I’ve gotta go,” Dash explained. “See you at next week’s meeting?”

“But, Dash, you promised to take me flying and teach me how to get stronger wings,” Scootaloo said.

“Sorry, Squirt, I uh. . .” Dash rubbed a hoof behind her head. She had the feeling she’d forgotten something, but was too tired to remember what it was. She always took an afternoon nap around this time. “I’ve got to meet the Weather Team and make sure the uh. . . low pressure system doesn’t cause any storms. Barometric pressure, and all that.” She chuckled weakly.

“Aww, alright.” Scootaloo trotted over to Featherweight to compare their autographs.

Dash took the opportunity to fly up into the sky to find a comfy cloud to nap on.

“Wait, Dash, what about Fluttershy’s animals?” Spike shouted. Dash had flown too far away, and didn’t hear.

“Coming!” Twilight shouted. She was alone in the library while Spike was out getting an autograph. She opened the door to find Rarity and Fluttershy. “Oh, come in.”

“Thanks, darling.” Rarity used a hoof to guide Fluttershy inside.

Twilight noticed her friend had been crying. “Fluttershy, what’s wrong?”

“I-it’s my a-animals,” she explained between sobs.

“Dash was supposed to check on them while we were on our trip to Canterlot. I’ve opened my new clothing store there and we managed to hire a skilled pony to manage it, and sell my designs. Unfortunately, Fluttershy here was worried sick the whole trip,” Rarity explained.

“I s-should have n-never agreed t-to a v-vacation!” Fluttershy wailed.

Rarity hugged her and nuzzled her neck. “Nonsense. No pony in this town works harder to take care of the animals and be kind to everypony than you. A little relaxation with your marefriend should have been just what the doctor ordered.”

“Okay, girls, I’m afraid to ask, but what happened?” Twilight said. “Did the animals starve? Run off? Oh no—they weren’t attacked by something out of the Everfree?”

“N-no, w-worse,” Fluttershy stated. While it was not unusual for Fluttershy to wear her emotions on her foreleg, there was something different about her today.

Twilight took the opportunity to close the door behind them and give her some privacy. “Please, Fluttershy, tell me what’s wrong.”

Rarity hugged her for support and she managed to stop trembling. While chewing nervously on her lip, she began to explain. “D-Dash didn’t feed them, s-so over h-half of them moved b-back into the forest w-while we were g-gone.”

“Surely you can ask them to come back?” Twilight inquired.

Fluttershy began crying harder. “We’ve tried, Twilight, I’ve been out there with her all day. Most of the animals are upset because this isn’t the first time Dash has forgot to check on them, or ensure they don’t run out of alfalfa and oats.”

“Come to think of it, I remember you mentioning this before, Fluttershy. Why does Dash keep promising to feed your animals if she just forgets?” Twilight asked. “I would have been happy to have done it for you.”

“Twilight, she did ask. You were busy with the Town Hall elections, and your dissertation to Celestia on your first year as a princess,” Rarity explained.

“Oh my, you’re right. I’m so sorry, Fluttershy. If I’d known Dash was going to forget I’d have asked the princess for more time.”

“It’s not your f-fault,” Fluttershy said. “You c-couldn’t have known Dash would f-forget.”

“Did you ask her why yet?” Twilight questioned.

“No need,” Rarity replied. “Word around town has been that Dash has fallen back into her hero role. She had a new comic come out, the fan club is meeting weekly again, rumor has it her acceptance letter to the Wonderbolts should be coming in the mail any day now. I daresay her ego may have gotten the better of her once again.”

The door to the library opened and Spike stepped inside, carrying his signed comic book. He closed the door and then saw the three mares sitting in the middle of the floor, one of them in tears. “Oh, sorry to interrupt, Twilight.”

“It’s okay, Spike, we were just discussing how to get Fluttershy’s animals to move back in with her,” Twilight explained. “How was meeting with Dash?”

“Oh, she went on for like three hours before she’d sign my comic. Dash said something about checking on the animals, but she forgot. I tried to shout it to her, but she had taken off to do Weather Team stuff.”

“It’s a perfectly sunny day, and as a pegasus Fluttershy would know if a storm was coming in. What could she possibly be up to?” Rarity asked.

“Wait here,” Twilight instructed. “Spike, with me.”

As they left, Rarity continued to hug her distraught marefriend. “Shh, it’s okay Flutters. You can spend the night with me tonight, and I’ll make you feel all better.”

“I’ve known Dash so long, why does she keep hurting me?” Fluttershy asked.

“I’m sure it’s not intentional, honey, she’s the most loyal pony I know. I just think her ego gets in the way from time to time.”

“I wish we could change her, Rarity, I miss how she was in flight school. She was still loyal, but more timid, almost submissive. You’ve taught me a way to embrace that side of me, but Dash still views it as weakness.”

“True, I’d gladly put on the Mare Do Well costume again to cheer you up, Fluttershy.”

Twilight came back downstairs frowning. “I went onto the balcony and used my telescope. I saw Dash napping on a cloud over Sweet Apple Acres.”

Rarity smiled. “Twilight, I may have a solution.”

“Oh?”

“Fluttershy was just pointing out that Dash needs to have her ego deflated.”

Twilight gasped in surprise. “You mean Mare Do Well again? I felt sort of bad last time, she got so worked up over the whole thing.”

“I had something slightly different in mind. Something to force her to take the feelings and needs of others into consideration. Something to teach her that her submissive side isn’t a bad thing.” Rarity took a step forward and smirked at Twilight. “A little exercise in my basement that’ll teach her to stop making promises she can’t keep, and stop letting down her best friends.”

Twilight gasped, knowing what awaited in Rarity and Fluttershy’s basement. “We’ll need to get Pinkie and Applejack to be on board for this plan. We can’t use another half-measure on Dash, this time, we go all the way.”

“I’m on it, you just make Fluttershy comfortable and meet me at my house in time for dinner tonight. Pinkie and I will have a new house guest for you to meet.”

“Dashie!” Pinkie shouted. “Hey, Rainbow!”

Dash rolled over on her cloud and pulled her tail up and out of sight. She stuffed two blobs of her fluffy bed in her ears to block out the noise of her friend.

“Hey, Rainbow, come on down! Don’t be a party pooper!”

She moaned, and then her ears perked up. Party?

“Come on, everypony is gonna be there! I don’t want the guest of honor to be late.”

Dash pulled the plugs out of her ears and looked over the edge of the cloud. “Party? What kind of party?”

Pinkie smiled. “One for you, silly filly! Your comic came out, and you rescued the Cakes from that tidal wave of taffy when my taffy-maker broke.” Pinkie began to sing and taunt Dash. “Plus, Derpy has a letter for you!”

“What?!” Dash flew through the cloud, vaporizing it, and landed next to Pinkie. “My acceptance letter? I knew they’d accept me! I’ve only saved Equestria five times, plus I made the weasel migration in under 3 parsecs!”

“Sure did, lets go, party pony!” Pinkie began to trot down the road towards Carousel Boutique.“ So I heard about your new comic. I spend most of the fight against Nightmare Moon pulling party favors out of my hair.”

“Heh, don’t be so hard on yourself. The publisher figured you’d be the best pony for comic relief. I mean, it’s not like it was my idea to be the star of the comic. They said Twilight wouldn’t appeal to the right age group or something. I really hope that letter has good news. I’ve been promised another thirty issues if I make the Wonderbolts!”

“Oh, I sure hope you do, Dashie.”

“So, did you open the letter yet?” Dash asked.

“Of course not, that’s for you to do! Why, as soon as we get to Rarity’s house I bet they’ll all be waiting to hear you read it.”

“Thanks, Pinkie.” Dash landed on the ground next to her and together they walked towards the Boutique.

“Oh, no problem! I even baked you a very special cupcake. My helper didn’t show up earlier to help me make them, but I still managed to bake them all on time.”

“That sucks, who was supposed to be helping you bake cupcakes?”

“You were,” Pinkie deadpanned.

“Oh, well I uh. . . had something come up with the weather, you know? And then Scootaloo really wanted an autograph, then I uh. . . fell asleep on the way to help Applejack buck apples! Yeah!” Dash smiled nervously. Pinkie’s remark had just make her recall how she had not checked on Fluttershy’s animals either. It wasn’t just today she had let a friend down, but the whole week. Dash hoped that buying Fluttershy another day spa gift card would earn her forgiveness, as that had always worked in the past.

“We’re here!” Pinkie cheered. She pushed the door to Rarity’s home open.

Dash quickly walked inside and looked around. “Hey, Pinkie, it’s empty.”

“That’s odd, I could swear I left a bunch of ponies and cupcakes right over there.” She walked in and closed the door behind her.

“Something’s not right here. Are you thinking what I’m thinking, Pinkie?” Dash asked.

“Yep, this is gonna hurt!” Pinkie replied.

“Huh? Wh—”

There was a loud bang as Pinkie brought a frying pan down against the back of Rainbow’s head, knocking her out cold.

Rarity stepped out from the nearby hallway. “For Celestia’s sake, Pinkie, I was going to cast a spell on her to knock her out!”

“Oh, I thought you said ‘use a cast iron skillet to knock her out’! A spell makes much more sense.”

Rarity shook her head in disbelief. “Nevermind, I can work with this. I’ll get in costume and meet you downstairs. And, incase you misheard, you’re to act unconscious, not act obnoxious when Dash wakes up.”

Pinkie smiled and began to drag Dash towards the basement. “Oh silly, when have I ever acted obnoxious?”

Dash felt a sharp pain in her head, and something ice cold pushing against a large bruise. She moaned and tried to roll over to get rid of a cramp in her right foreleg. Nothing happened, so she pulled harder, eliciting pain in all of her legs. Opening her eyes a blurry basement began to resolve around her.

The last thing she remembered was being with Pinkie at Rarity’s home for a party. Blinking the drowsiness out of her eyes, she saw Pinkie laying on a blanket, with a rope tied around her waist. She called out for help and hear a muffled cry in response. Her mouth had been plugged with a large rubber gag, preventing her from screaming.

With renewed strength she tried to move her legs and stretch her wings. The wings were a lost cause. Something had been attached to the pinion joint of her wing. It numbed the wing from the joint to the tip, and Dash couldn’t will them to move at all. It felt like her wings had been taken from her, and her heart began to race.

Each foreleg had been tied behind her back. Tugging at them caused her hind legs to be pulled up towards her back painfully. They were also bound in some fashion of a hogtie.

In front of her eyes, Pinkie was dragged through a doorway on the blanket by a pony out of sight. Dash then heard a thudding sound, like a body being pulled up the stairs. A flash of anger went through her mind, and she was ready to kill anypony who would kidnap and hurt her friends. After a few more moments of struggling, a figure stepped through the doorway.

The only light in the room was pouring through the empty door frame. The silhouette of a pony clad in dark fabric was all Dash could see. They wore some sort of full body outfit to hide their identity, and the dark shades quickly blended into the shadow. A horn began to glow faintly and the door slid closed.

A tickling sensation went down Dash’s spine as she felt magic brushing across her face.

“You’ve been a naughty mare, Rainbow Dash,” a voice said. Dash tried but could not place who it belonged to. It almost sounded artificial, and too raspy, to be a real pony. “I’ve been watching you and I must say, you haven’t been very loyal to your friends. They’ve asked me to teach you a little respect, a way to submit and take other’s feelings into consideration.”

The ballgag began to loosen as the magic tugged at it. “If you scream, I’ll put this back in and leave you like this overnight to think about your behavior. Do we have an understanding?”

Dash decided not to scream, but she would still give this pony a piece of her mind. She nodded once, and the ball gag came out. “Who the buck do you think you are? If you hurt Pinkie I’ll kill you!”

“Really? From what I hear, over half of Fluttershy’s animals opted to move out when you didn’t stop by to feed and care for them. Pinkie keeps getting her hopes up that you'll come back with her to bake together. Twilight and Scootaloo still haven’t received a single flying lesson from you. Need I go on?”

“What the hell are you getting at? I’m a busy mare! I have to save Equestria, get on the Wonder—”

Dash thrashed and bit at the gag as it was reinserted, silencing her. “Now, Dash, it’s that attitude I’ve come to correct. You should be more concerned for hurting their feelings then protecting your ego. I’ll see to it you’ll never be too busy for your friends ever again. Let’s go over the ground rules so we can continue your training in a civilized manner.”

The ropes weren’t loosening no matter how much Dash tugged at them. She continued squirming in the futile hope she could escape.

“First rule, you are not allowed to speak. You will only speak when I ask you a question, and you will address me as Mistress.”

Dash scoffed at the notion, and shook her head.

“That wasn’t a question, it was an order. Second rule: You will obey everything I tell you to do without question or hesitation. Third rule: You will not attempt to hurt me, yourself, or escape. If you do, I’ll fillynap Scootaloo and start over in a new town, with her as my slave.”

The room grew silent and the gag was removed. It took Dash a moment to calm herself down. “If I find one stray orange feather in this town, I’ll rip your horn off. You leave Scootaloo out of this you jerk!”

There was a loud cracking sound and a sharp pain bit into Dash’s thigh, right above her cutie mark. It stung as if she had been bitten by a large ant, and caused blood to trickle out. She was startled and bit her tongue which caused her to scream. “Why are you doing this?”

Dash flinched as she heard the loud bang of the whip breaking the sound barrier, and connecting with her exposed ass. This one left a long red streak across both cheeks.

“I am the only one here who may ask questions. Am I clear?”

“Go fuck yourself!” Dash screamed.

The whip tore into Dash’s other flank, leaving a long gash. “Language, Dash. You are not allowed to swear, not even the ones fillies use like buck or plot.”

“You—” Dash froze mid-sentence as she heard a whip crack. This time, it had been a warning and did not hit her. She lay there with every muscle tensed for a minute, waiting for a blow that had not come.

“Am. I. Clear? Or, would you like me to whip you all night?”

“Yes,” Dash spat.

The whip snapped and bit into her ass, right where it had landed before. Dash screamed out in pain.

“Yes, Mistress,” the pony ordered.

Dash huffed and remained silent while testing her bond. After a moment, the tip of the whip landed expertly on the cut in her flank from earlier, causing her to thrash about and wail in pain.

“Yes, Mistress,” the captor repeated.

It was taking all her effort not to cry like a foal at this point. “Y-yes, Mistress,” Dash said.

“Good. Now, I believe the last question I asked was ‘would you like me to whip you all night?’ Since you asked so nicely, I will.”

The whip fell more gently this time, not breaking the skin, yet still hurting just as badly. Dash was so shocked she didn’t think to protest until the third swing against her sore flanks. “Stop! Dammit, I meant I understand!”

This time the whip fell hard, putting another cut into her side. “Are you telling me what to do?”

Once Dash stopped whimpering in pain, she managed her reply. “N-no.” She flinched, remembering to add “Mistress” at the last second.

“Good. Now, the first order of business is to test my new toy, one Rainbow Dash, and inspect for damages. You’re going to suck me off now. Bite me, or try anything, and I’ll string you up to the rafters,” Mistress explained.

“Yes, Mistress.” She wiggled her jaw, wondering what trick this pony had in mind. Mares did not have a cock. To her dismay, she felt the pony step over her and something bump into her muzzle. It felt warm and slightly damp, like a penis would. Dash opened up and allowed it to slide inside. Without hesitation, she bit into it, attempting to rend it in half.

The Mistress sighed, and pulled the life-like dildo out of her mouth. “That was a magical aid, you idiot, not a real cock. For that, you’ll have to be punished.”

“Do your worst you whore!” Dash shouted.

The rubber gag pushed against her lips and she tried to keep her mouth shut. The magic proved stronger, slowly forcing its way in. Due to her struggles, Dash wound up with the gag strapped even tighter around her head, locking it behind her teeth. Already she was drooling on the ground as her jaw ached in pain.

“The first step in breaking any insolent mare into a sex slave is determining their will to live.”

Dash felt herself being hoisted into the air as new ropes were floated around her. The most worrying one was being tightened around her neck until it was snug. She then felt herself being pulled upward by it as she was levitated into position in the corner of the basement.

The ropes around her hind legs were loosened as they were set down on a block of ice. Dash tried to lift her legs off and step down, only to be caught in mid air by the noose around her neck. She kicked at the ground for a second before stepping back up onto the ice.

“Now, perhaps you understand your situation. I am leaving you on this block of ice overnight. If you’d rather die then learn to be a humble mare, to submit to your new Mistress, then you need only step off the block of ice. It is large enough that it won’t melt until morning. If you want to live, to accept your new life, then remain standing on it.”

Dash mumbled insults and profanities into the ball gag.

“Still digging yourself further into the hole, I see. Well, I better leave you a parting gift then.”

Cold silicone pushed against Rainbow’s ass. The slightly slippery invader slid into her easily, but began to slow down as it reached the widest part. The large butt plug was unyielding as the magic drove it in, finally allowing her anus to seal shut over the base of it.

With the plug held in place, she slid a plastic dildo in her marehood that was slick and smooth. It would not allow her to get off, instead only humiliating and teasing her. Mistress secured the two with a bit of rope. Lastly, she began to pump air into the butt plug.

Dash squealed and nearly lost her balance on the ice as the plug swelled up. Five, ten, fifteen pumps, by twenty Dash couldn’t bare to count anymore. Her colon felt full enough to burst open, as if she hadn’t gone to the restroom in weeks. She began whimpering and crying from the discomfort.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d almost think you were sorry.” The pumping began again, only this time it served to inflate the dildo that had been thrust up into her marehood. The marital aid inflated from the head, like a stallion’s dick flaring, and then the shaft began to expand as well.

The fake dildo sealed itself inside her, and pushed against her bladder. She now had the urge to piss and was about to abandon her dignity and do just that.

“And don’t think of urinating, unless you want to drink every drop of it out of the metal pan your ice cube is melting into.”

Dash’s eyes were getting used to the darkness and she could make out a glowing horn better. It was likely allowing the unicorn captor to see in the dark while Dash could not. The vague shape of a hat was silhouetted by the horn and she began to wonder if this figure was more familiar than she thought.

The ball gag began to expand, and she noticed another couple of straps had been placed on her face. They held her jaw shut as the inflatable gag pinned her tongue down.

“Some might find it rather cruel, yet I find the inflatable toys quite enjoyable. Don’t you agree?” Mistress asked.

Dash huffed out her nose and heard the familiar whip a second later, leaving an angry gash right on one of her nipples. She struggled to keep her balance.

“I asked you a question, Slave.”

Dash whimpered and nodded her head.

“Correct answer. There’s hope for you yet.”

Hoofsteps crossed the basement to the exit and the light turned on. Dash’s eyes were blinded as she struggled to make out her attacker before she left. In front of the exit door was Mare Do Well. She had the purple cape, hat, and full body suit. Dash realized this had to be either Rarity or Twilight!

How could my friends betray me? They turn on me like a pack of Diamond Dogs for skipping a few chores? I was more loyal to them then this!

Mare Do Well stood by the door and opened a combination lock. “Good night, Dash. Think about how many times you’ve let your friends down and work on that ego. Hopefully you won’t require such a heavy-hoofed technique during tomorrow’s session.”

They knocked Pinkie out cold too, and dragged her away. Am I sure this is them? They’re the only ponies who knew the identity of Mare Do Well. It has to be! Sure, I missed a few appointments and broke a few promises, but this? They’re out of their mind! I’ll break out of here and kick their flanks!

Mare Do Well fiddled with the light switches until Dash’s corner of the basement was the only part lit up. The only remaining light was aimed at her face, preventing Dash from seeing the rest of the dungeon.

Rarity closed the door and locked it from the outside. Once it was secure, she removed the Mare Do Well costume’s hat and head covering. She trotted up the stairs to her bedroom. It was the one place Rarity could send the camera footage of Dash without risk of Sweetie accidently seeing it. Once in the room, she took a seat next to Fluttershy and her other friends.

“Wow, Rare, and ah thought ah was a tough pony. Y’all sure have a way with cruelty,” Applejack observed. “Ah ain’t so sure this is gonna work, though. Dash is as stubborn as they come.”

“Applejack, dear, cruelty is a tool like a hammer or plow. Used properly, it can bring even the most stubborn pony to realize the error of their ways. Just ask my special somepony,” Rarity said.

The girls looked over at Fluttershy. “Oh, it’s true. . . um, I mean, Rarity is good at this. When we started dating it was different because I wanted to be her pet, but she was cruel to me too to help in the training. Now, anytime we want we assume our roles it’s so. . . liberating to submit and let my Mistress command me.”

“I must admit, the psychological aspect of this conditioning is fascinating,” Twilight said. She pointed to the small T.V. displaying a view of Dash, ensuring she didn’t actually get hurt. “Forcing her to choose between death or life as a slave, subconsciously forcing her to accept that submission is the right choice.”

“She’ll figure out it’s us, you know,” Pinkie observed. “Even with the act I put on, she knows us and Mare Do Well.”

“Yes, she should figure it out quickly, but it doesn’t matter. She won’t know which of us it is each day. I will need all of your help to teach her to be a good slave for us,” Rarity stated.

“Wait, ya want me tah help break her? Ah didn’t know that’s what ya meant earlier by help,” Applejack said. “Ah just wanted to make sure she didn’t get hurt.”

Rarity smiled and pointed to the screen. “It is, and she needs us all. We are all her friends, and we must all be in this together if we are to change her outlook and her ego. Trust me, as our new pet I’ll train her to do things with that nimble tongue of hers that you four will be thanking me about for years.”

“Four? You mean, me too?” Fluttershy looked at her. She began to blush and noticed the other mares were as well. Apparently they’d each had a naughty thought or two run through their heads watching Dash in the basement.

“Yes, darling. You may be the most valuable of all to teach Dash the true joy of submitting to another pony. Besides, I think it’s about time you got a pet of your very own to make up for all the animals moving out of your cottage.”

Fluttershy squee’d, and then saw the T.V. “Oh no!” Dash had fallen off the ice and they all feared the worst, but a second later she had found her way back up onto it.

“Don’t worry, girls, I’ll keep an eye on her for tonight,” Twilight said. “Besides, I’ve got a lot of studying to do and I’ll be up all night anyway.”

“Then it’s settled. Go get some sleep girls, we’ve got a long week ahead of us,” Rarity stated.

Author's Note

This story slowly turned into shock fiction and was a part of celebrating 900 followers by letting them choose how dark it got. The requests were to keep making it darker. I caution you to read at your own peril, and If it gets too dark, skip to MilesPrower06's sequel series on Dash dealing with the trauma and betrayal. It is written better than this story.