Cupcakes: Afterparty

Chapter 2:

There was no scream in this room.

But how could there be when the only voice is frozen by true terror? A white unicorn sat on a cold metal floor, her jaw hung open, and eyes stood wide. Her flanks rested on the hard floor while her forelegs remained erect; keeper her head held high in gruesome awe. Her purple mane, usually groomed and primed, now hanged as a stingy mess atop her long neck. The large collar around her neck and a short chain from it to the floor were made entirely useless to the paralyzed mare. Neither a dragon, nor the faint scream in the distance could make her move now.

Rarity’s prison did not have steel bars or chain-link fences; instead, the room was of full of shelves. To her left and right, she could see several filled the long room on either side. Each shelf was simply a metal bar, a few feet in length, which stuck out of the walls at pony height. Most of the bars only held one item to its viewer, a rare and delicate type of cloth, a pony hide.

Rarity couldn’t believe what she saw. This was a closet strait from a nightmare. Pony hides of all sized and colors, hanged across a metal bar, awaiting somepony or something to make use of them. On many of the hides, Rarity could even make out what had been legs or necks.

After several long seconds, Rarity recovered from the initial shock and regained control of her movement. She took long deep breaths to calm herself.

[i[It’s ok… I’m not being attacked, it’s just a scary place; a very scary place.

Rarity took notice that this was more than just a storage place. Fear shivered her bones as she looked ahead. At he end of the room were several tools Rarity was more than familiar with. A small wooden table held a sewing machine. At the foot of the table, was a pile hides in smaller cuts. As Rarity focused her eyes, she could tell each patch had a unique pattern to it. It was a pile of cutie marks.

Next to the table were a few design dummies. These large dolls where very familiar to Rarity, but there current usage was nothing short of disgusting. Many cutie mark patches, and even a pair of pegasi wings were sewn together. One of the dummies wore a nearly completed patchwork dress made from those cutie marks.

That was it. This was the breaking point for Rarity. The mare always had high patience and strong will, but seeing this twisted, nightmarish version of her own trade, her own art, was enough to bring tears to her eyes. Rarity collapsed to the floor. She folded her ears against her skull, sealed her eyes closed, and wrapped her head tightly within her forelegs; hoping that maybe this whole world would disappear.

Every fiber within her shivered in fear. Heavy tears rolled down her lovely cheeks. Her breathing was stressed a ragged. Rarity pleaded to herself and anypony that could hear her whispers.

“No, no. Th-his can’t be real, i-it just can’t be. Please, let this just be a dream. Oh please Luna, please t-tell me this is just some n-nightmare. Please, just wake me up. Please, p-please, please…. Just be a dream…J-just be a-a dre-eam…”

A ragged, hellish, but well-pitched voice came from behind, “This isn’t a dream….”

Rarity’s ear’s erected at the sudden voice. Her deep breathing started to become more rapid at the realization that somepony, or something else was here.

Rarity lifted her head and turned around to look for the source of the voice. At first, she only saw dark shadows. An area of the room in which it seems the lighting had stopped working. But a shifting motion soon caught her attention.

Stepping forward from the darkness was what slowly starting to appear to be a pony. The figure stepped forward with a few clops of its hooves and sounded as if to be dragging something behind it.

As it stepped into the light, Rarity was able to get a better look at the pony. It appeared to be a pegasus stallion. His build was somewhat thin and starved. His dark blue mane was short, but unkempt. Dark amber eyes seemed to stare into Rarity. A dark ash coat covered his whole body. His forelegs clopped on the ground in motion, but his rear legs…were gone. That dragging sound was his lower body, what’s left of it anyway. His flank, legs, tail, and anything below his abdomen were gone, cut off it seems. In place of it all was a large, black, crisp burn. It must be how he didn’t bleed to death from such a wound.

The stallion slowly crept forward into the light, standing only a few feet from Rarity. His eyes still fixated on the bound mare, he shifted his head and spoke again, “… you wouldn’t be crying in a dream.”

Rarity’s eyes widened in anticipation. “W-who are you?”

The gray stallion looked the ground, deep in thought for several second. “Who…? My name…” He slowly lifted his head, facing Rarity, to address the question. His eyes stared off, still trying to remember, “… is…River Tail.”

Before Rarity could ask another question, River Tail refocused his vision on Rarity like a hawk, causing her to freeze in fear again.

“You’re pretty…”
This caught Rarity off-guard, normally she’d take great pride in such a compliment, but it was completely out of place in this nightmare. She didn’t know what to think of it.

“… Miss Pinkie Pie says I can play with you.”

Rarity kept she sight on River Tail. “P-pinkie? No…Pinkie pie could do this….She…” Rarity’s voice trailed off as she tried to recall what happened. “I-I remember going to Pinkie Pie, and she made cupcakes, and….and…”

“And you went to sleep… We all did.”

“Wh-what do you mean ‘we’?”

River clocked his head again, finding ignorance in the mare, “Everypony that played with Miss Pinkie Pie.”

“Who?”

“Everypony around us.”

Rarity’s irises shrunk in horror. “P-pinkie Pie did this?”

She pulled her head back. Her instincts told her this was dangerous. Rarity tried to scoot away, but the chain and leash held tight. She only managed to move a few feet. Desperate for a way out, Rarity franticly looked around for something, anything!
Her attention was taken by the sound of River Tail dragging his body across the ground. Rarity quickly refocused herself on the stallion, who was now inching his way closer.

“Miss Pinkie Pie got to play with them all, but now I get to play with you.”

In a swift blur, River Tail’s wings stretched out and pushed him through the air at speeds few peagsi can truthfully claim. Rarity barely had enough time to gasp. He pounced unto her back, raping his right foreleg around her shoulder and chest, while the left found its way to her throat and muzzle. Rarity was quickly overpowered and forced to the ground. Despite her struggles, River kept his firm grip on Rarity.

With that, River Tail flapped his wings again, but he did not let go. Instead, he tightened his grip and pulled Rarity’s head from the ground. He reached over and bit Rarity’s horn, gripping it in his teeth.

Rarity now grew desperate in her struggle. As River Tail pulled her up, Rarity called on her magic to try and lift the monster from her back. River’s teeth bit through the magic aura surrounding her horn.

But before Rarity could target something to levitate, her vision rapidly shifted, followed by a lout Snap! River Tail pulled on his leg and twisted her muzzle to the left, while his neck and teeth pulled to the right. In one swift motion, Rarity’s magic failed, replaced by an unbearable headache and the pegasi now released his grip and held a pearly white horn in his muzzle.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!

Rarity’s screams cut through the cold silence of the room. The pain was sharp and heavy. Blood flowed between her eyes and down her cheeks. She screamed from the top of her lungs, for several long seconds, until her lungs carried no more air. All the while, River Tail seemed to enjoy the single-note song.

Freed from River’s grasp, Rarity dug her head into the floor and buried it under her fore hooves. She grasped the source of her pain, trying to comfort it. She could feel the stub that was once her horn and all the blood that flowed from it. Tears fell from her eyes. “M-my horn….”

River Tail kept his position on top of the sobbing mare. He whispered into her ear, “You’re not pretty…”

Rarity opened her eyes and twisted her head, now attentive to her captor. She continued to quietly sob and hold what was left of her horn.

“You’re beautiful…” River’s vision turned downward. He seemed embarrassed. “I liked all of my pretty ones, but I never got to have a beautiful one before, Miss Pinkie Pie wouldn’t let me.”

Rarity was horrified as to where this conversation may lead. “What do you mean?”

River refocused on the white mare, “Pretty ones were good, but think you’ll be better.” A small smile crept across his face at the thought.

He started to salivate and droll. River moved upward atop of Rarity, and licked her neck from one side. From the shoulder to the ear River Tail slowly licked upwards, getting a long, thorough taste of the mare. The other side, he stoked his hoof though Rarity’s mane, almost with a sense of false love.

Rarity could do nothing but shiver and sob. Fear absolutely paralyzed her. She was sure she’d be rapped if River Tail still had his stallion parts. The pain from her horn attracted adrenaline to flow throughout her body, forcing her awake and alert to the detail of every touch from River Tail.

For a moment, River stopped. Rarity could sense he wanted to say something. She slowly turned her shivering head around to look at him. There she took a long deep look into his amber eyes. She could see no remorse, no empathy, and no kindness whatsoever. She could only see a mad and empty soul.

River Tail did have something to say. “You’re beautiful.” The faint smile was still on his face.

That was it. It was too much. As if all the pain wasn’t enough, the mental torture of it all outclassed it greatly. Rarity fainted to the floor, leaving herself now entirely vulnerable. River Tail simply looked at the uncurious body for a few seconds before raping his hooves around it, hugging it, and resting his head on the soft purple mane.

River Tail loved his new beautiful playmate.