The CMC's Terrible Kindergarten Graduation

Sweetie Bell raced backstage, knocking over the other kids in her way. She passed Mick, who glared at her in return. Passing him reminded Sweetie why she needed to stop Rarity no matter what. Rarity was already at the backstage steps, making her way up to wooden platform.

"Rarity, wait!" Sweetie yelled to her older sibling.

"What's wrong Sweetie Belle? I was simply coming to congratulate you on getting your cutie mark! I still can't believe it, you finally found your talent, and what a talent it is might I add." Rarity said with a beaming smile, which then faltered when she saw the look of terror on her sister's face. "What is it Sweetie? You got your mark, right? So why the worried face, hmm?" Rarity raised an eyebrow, confused by her sister's attitude she was displaying.

Sweetie realized she still had the same expression of worry on her face, and quickly changed it to a smile, not wanting to give Rarity a reason to be curious about her actions. "Nothing sis, I'm just happy I got my mark." Sweetie responded, trying her best to hide the waver in her voice. Sadly, things didn't go as planned for her.

"You know you can't lie to me Sweetie Belle, I know you far too well for that to work. Though, you are still better at it than Applejack, not that it's anything to brag about of course. Anyways, I'm getting off topic, just what is wrong you today? You have been nervous all evening, which is reasonable considering you had to perform, but now? I don't quite get it, but I will figure out just what has gotten into you." She said with a stern expression, making it clear to Sweetie Belle that she was tired of her being untruthful.

Rarity walked past Sweetie Belle, her stern expression still in place. "I'm going to go talk to your teacher, maybe I could get an answer out of him." Sweetie Belle froze at this, and ran to catch her sister. "Rarity wait! I-I mean, you can't just come b-back here, y'know? The show is still going, and we should really keep from interrupting them, after all, they are nervous enough as it is, right?" She finished with a nervous chuckle, starting to sweat from fear.

"Nice try, but I thought I made it quite clear that you wouldn't be stopping me from finding out the truth." Rarity said as she continued to trot past Sweetie.

"OK, maybe this will be alright. I'm sure Mick, as mean as he is, wouldn't attack without reason, he didn't want any unnecessary attention after all." Sweetie thought, hopeful that things would go better than expected. She followed her sister, ready to be done with this until she saw where Rarity was walking to.

The tank.

"Rarity, stop, please!" Sweetie cried, but it was too late. Time seemed to slow for Sweetie Belle as her sister turned the corner, and froze on the spot.

There, in front of Rarity, was the terrible tank the kids had learned to fear. A extremely loud shriek filled the air as Rarity gazed upon the monsters inside the tank. The sea ponies were still ravaging what was left of Diamond Tiara's body, entire splits running up her body from her broken holes. The sea ponies turned to face the intruder and hissed. Sweetie had never been gladder that the sea ponies were restrained behind their glass prison.

"Well, I don't remember inviting guests back her, Miss Rarity..." A voice sounded behind them, a sadistic tone filling the air, making Sweetie and her sister shiver in fear.

They turned to see Mick standing behind them, his head lowered, his golden eyes burning into their souls. "That was quite the sound Miss Rarity, you even managed to startle me a bit from the suddenness of it. But just a little until I thought to myself, 'That doesn't sound like a child at all.' Seems I get to have some more fun after all." He finished with a sly grin.

"You monster! How could you do this to these poor children?! Now I see why Sweetie Belle is always scared to come to your class. How long have you been doing this to them?! Is this the reason why nopony has seen Twist for the past year?! Well guess what? This ends today, I am fairly certain that someone heard me scream, and the guards will be here to arrest you shortly." Rarity yelled at him, tears running down her face and ruining her makeup.

The response she got wasn't quite what she had expected. She had expected him to try to run away, attack or, no matter how unlikely, surrender. Instead, what she got chilled her to the bone.

He laughed.

He laughed for what seemed like hours, before they slowly turned into maniacal uproar. When he calmed down, he smirked and looked Rarity in the eye. "You really take me for a fool, don't you? You didn't think I had planned for this? I had the entirety of the backstage soundproofed from the second I saw you prancing over here to speak with your dear sibling. Congrats by the way pumpkin, nice cutie mark." He finished with a genuine smile, but that only lasted for a split second, before it changed back into his usual deranged smirk.

Rarity, now furious, stepped in front of her sister. "You don't get the right to speak to her like that, you two faced ruffian! Prancing about all day like nothing is wrong, deceiving us all, well enough is enough! I am leaving with my sister, and your crimes will come to fruition!" She said with a death stare, before walking past Mick towards the exit with her sister.

She had just left the tank room when she was yanked back by her hair and onto the floor, landing with a loud thud. Rarity grunted as her back took the brunt of the force. She looked up to see Mick towering over her, a stern look on his face.

"You want to know why I haven't been caught yet, Miss Rarity? It's because I have one, simple, rule." He leaned down, enough so that he was gazing straight into her eyes. "I never, leave any one to tell the tale." He said, before he gripped Rarity's throat in his magical grasp, pulling her off of the ground, before he plowed his left hoof into her stomach, letting her fly backwards and smacking into the wall.

Rarity wheezed, unable to breathe after the powerful strike. She managed to regain her breath, and shakily stood up, glaring at Mick. She charged him, galloping with her head lowered, with the intention of stabbing him with her horn in her mind. Mick side stepped the attack, before grabbing her horn, and forcefully punching it with his other hoof, rendering her magic useless for the time being.

Rarity tumbled over, receiving a vicious pain in her head from the attack to her horn. She tried to use her magic to lift a nearby chair to attack Mick with. Instead, she ended up doing more damage to herself, as the extra energy she spent trying to use a levitation spell only worsened the pain in her head. She tried to stand herself back up, before the chair she had previously tried to levitate slid to her, ending up under her horn.

Before she could comprehend why Mick had given her the chair, she heard a sickening CRACK, followed by a earth shattering cry of pain from her. Mick had stood on his hind legs, and stomped on the bridge Rarity's horn had created with the chair, snapping her horn right off, the screams she let loose pleased him immensely. He picked her up again in his magic, and pinned her to the wall, before he started beating her viciously, landing blow after blow all over her body, leaving her a quivering mess when he finished.

He laughed at his handy work, before he felt a soft pounding on his back. Turned to see Sweetie Belle riding his back with tears streaming freely, trying her best to beat him as best as she could hope to, given her size. His expression softened as he lifted her off of his back, and floated her across the room. "You should just stay out of the way, if you know what is best for you Sweetie Belle." He said with a stern expression, though Sweetie could see past it, and what she saw was the same regret she had seen all of those other times.

He blocked her path with random objects from around them, preventing her from interfering any longer. With her out of the way, Mick turned his gaze back to his prey. Rarity was on the ground, blood flowing from her mouth, along with gashes and bruises from Mick's assault. "Now, what to do with you?" Mick asked, raising an eyebrow.

Rarity, lifted her head, sobbing, and looked him in the eyes, silently pleading him to stop. Mick looked down upon her, before grinning, and leaning down to her ear. "You know, I always did find you to be quite beautiful, Miss Rarity. But I am sure that is no surprised to you, seeing as how you seem to know you have the stallions of this town wrapped around your hoof, especially that little dragon that hangs out with the librarian. What was his name again, Spike?" Mick stood back up, and looked down to her again.

"It is a shame, I know he has feelings for you, and you seem to know this as well apparently, always using it to your advantage, making him help you with the most remedial tasks, leading him on with the hopes of something more with you. You played with his feelings, and you know it. But, you know what's even worse? You enjoyed leading him on, knowing fully well what you were doing, and for what? So you didn't have to get your hooves dirty? You are truly pathetic." Mick ended with a kick to the side of her head, knocking her out.

Rarity awoke from unconsciousness, only to find herself tied to a post, her hind legs spread by two more posts. She looked around nervously, calling for help, but to no avail.

"What a predicament you seem to be in, eh Miss Rarity?" A voice that caused her to freeze spoke behind her. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she realized what was going on.  She tried to speak to him, but found she was currently unable to, as a ball gag was tied to her. Her pleading cries falling onto the ears of Mick as little more than panicked mumbling.

"You really shouldn't talk with your mouth full; I would have thought that you of all ponies would understand that. Anyways, it appears you have caught on to my intentions, and well, I would like to say that, I hope you have fun with this." He leaned in and whispered to her. "Because I know I will..." He finished with a flick of his tongue on her cheek, causing the fashionista to flinch in disgust.

Mick moved between her hind legs, and gazed upon his prize. He walked forward and leaned down, placing his mouth on her slit. He started to place kisses up and down her slit, smirking when he saw her try to hold back, not letting him have the pleasure of knowing what he was doing was working. But he could see past her terrible act, and knew that whether she wanted it to or not, it felt good for her as well.

Mick spread her lips with his magic, and darted his tongue inside of her moist mare hood, eliciting a groan from the mare, who was still trying to plead him to stop. Each time she tried to get him to stop, he would go further into her, or he would use one of his hooves to fondle her rear entrance.

Rarity didn't know what to do at this point, she knew this was wrong but she couldn't deny the fact that he was good at pleasuring a mare, but this didn't justify his actions. Rarity tried to break one of her forehooves out of the rope that held it, until Mick noticed and bit softly on her clit, causing her to arch her back and moan, losing herself in a world of un-wanted pleasure. She couldn't deny it anymore, she liked the pleasure she was getting, the feeling of being dominated by a stallion. But that is where her enjoyment stopped, she everything else about this situation, the stallion, the circumstances, the lack of consent. She just wanted him to get it over with at this point, so she could go home and cry herself to sleep.

Eventually, Mick had come to grow tired of playing around, so he placed his forehooves on either side of her head, and got into position, his member protruding from it's sheathe. Slowly, he slid himself into her moist depths, feeling her walls clench around his member. He was able to fit all of him into her, and then started to pull back out. Once his tip was the only part still inside, he slammed back into her roughly, causing her to whimper.

He continued this for a few minutes, before he finally got into a fast and rough pace, pulling out and slamming in quickly enough to make it seem as if he were a wild animal. Rarity was still whimpering each time he slammed back into her, the pain overcoming the pleasure she had once been experiencing.

"You know, I wonder just how much I can fill you with... Care to experiment?" Mick asked, putting on his traditional smirk.

It took Rarity a moment to figure out just what it was he meant when he said that, but when she realized it, she began to panic, frantically searching for a way to escape before he finished. She didn't want him to finish at all, and definitely not inside of her.

Her thought wandered to Spike, wondering where he was and what he would do in this situation. She began to imagine him bursting throughout the door, wearing shining silver armor, coming to rescue her from this maniac. She thought of how Spike would best Mick in a battle, saving her in the end. Too bad it was all a fantasy, she knew Spike wasn't coming, neither were any of her friends. The only pony coming here was Mick, she thought.

Wait, what?! She screamed in her head, realizing that he was starting to shiver, as he went as deep as he could into her, and released his warm, sticky seed into her. Mick stayed in her, emptying himself completely, panting as he started to pull out. When he was fully out of Rarity, a river of fluids started to flow out of her, pooling onto the floor below her.

"Well... I think we... Are done here." Mick said, still panting. He turned to walk away, making his exit.

Rarity shouted, as best she could with the gag, for him to untie her. Mick whipped around when he realized he forgot about her. "Oh, of course, however could I have forgotten about you?" He walked to her side, taking off her gag. "Better?"

"You better untie me now or else you will regret you ever even touched me you bastard!" Was the first thing Rarity spat out at Mick, who in turn, chuckled at her outburst.

"Now you see why I had that gag in the first place, I didn't want to hear that the whole time, that would've just ruined the fun." He said with a smirk, which changed into a blank stare a few seconds later. "It seems you have no use to me anymore. What a disappointment. Oh well, at least we had some fun, right Rarity?"

"Well that means I can go now, correct? You don't need me anymore; I've outlasted my use, what point is there in keeping me any longer?" Rarity added, hopeful that she could just get out of this hell hole.

"No, I'm afraid not. You have seen too much, my little pony, and now, it is time we said our goodbyes..." He conjured up a mana dagger and pressed it to her throat. "Goodbye, Miss Rarity. Don't worry about Sweetie Belle; I will make sure she will be in good hooves."

Rarity started to sob at the mention of her little sister, the thought that she would never be able to see her again, that she would never see the good mare she knew she would become. "Please, don't do this, I am begging you, don't make me leave them, I don't want to go, please!" Rarity was sobbing uncontrollably, her voice wavering as she spoke.

Mick simply stared at her and said, "I'm sorry..." Before he dug his mana dagger into her neck and cut across her throat, causing Rarity to gag and choke, blood seeping from the new opening in her throat. Her face went whiter than usual, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. Then, she faded away, slowly drooping until she lay there, motionless in front of Mick.

Mick looked at the fresh corpse before him, and turned to leave. He would let someone find this, she deserved a burial after all. But he had to prepare, it wouldn't be long until ponies made the connection, or the kids started to tell guards what they knew. So he had to be ready to run, or to fight...

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The next day, Twilight and her friends were still searching for Rarity. No pony had seen her since yesterday, and they were starting to get worried.

"Does any pony have any idea where she might have gone? Any at all?" Twilight asked, hoping someone would have a good idea as to the whereabouts of the fashionista.

"Ah thought ah saw her goin ta congratulate Sweetie Belle on her cutie mark, last ah checked." Applejack suggested, hoping that this was as good a lead as any.

Before anypony could consider the possibility, Spike had bolted to the stage. Deconstruction hadn't been started yet, so it was still intact. Spike was hoping to find some clues as to where she might've gone. He reached the backstage entrance and walked in. He didn't seem to notice anything at first, until he noticed red stains marking the wood leading into another room. Curious, and a bit worried, he followed the trail to the other room.

When he rounded the corner, he broke immediately. There was Rarity, tied up and beaten, with a large gash in her throat, blood having made a trail on her white coat.

Spike dropped to his knees and began to sob, ignoring the hoof steps behind him. He heard a collection of gasps, sobbing, and vomiting behind him, but that didn't matter to him. What did matter, was that before him, lay the body of the love of his life, and he never even told her.

His sorrow was replaced by a new feeling...

Rage.

He roared a roar that shook the ground beneath him, and he began to grow taller. When he finished growing, he was taller than his friends, who looked on in awe. Green flames flickered in his mouth, as he thought of one, simple, goal.

He was going to kill whoever did this, and nothing would stop him.