Author's Note

[Non-Explicit] [Implied Rape]
Characters: [Rarity] [Sweetie Belle] [Suri Polomare]
By Ragabash

Gamble by Ragabash

Worried, Sweetie Belle looked up at Rarity. She didn't know how it happened, but it was like she became a different pony. She had never seen her sister like that before, and it was quite scary how she got into this game, a game that she didn't even play for fun. It didn't even look like it was fun. Sweetie knew that money was a great motivation for many ponies, she just never expected her sister to be one of them.

When Rarity brought her with her on a business trip, Sweetie was excited at first. She had never been there before, and while they didn't do anything interesting most of the day, she was still awed at the big city--until Rarity had the idea to visit the casino. She only wanted to be there for a short time and try it out, but by now, they had been there for three hours, and she showed no sign of stopping.

Of course, foals weren't even allowed in here, but for some reason, nobody cared that Rarity brought her little sister with her. It seemed that some rules were loosely enforced here. Normally, Sweetie would like that, but in this case, it only made her uneasy.

It didn't help that things weren't going well for Rarity. She had quite a winning streak at the beginning, but now she was losing money fast. But even now, she had no intention to stop.

“Looks like someone could use some money.”

Sweetie looked up to see a purple mare approach the table. She had no idea who that was, but Rarity had a sour expression on her face, when she saw her.

“Suri Polomare,” she said. “I don't think we have any more business with each other.”

“And I think that filly is adorable,” Suri said, looking down at Sweetie. “Your sister, right?”

“That is none of your business,” Rarity replied sharply.

“Oh, it's more than you think.”

Sweetie Belle never saw her before, but she heard about Suri Polomare. It's no surprise that her sister wasn't happy to see her. Suri didn't seem fazed though, and without even asking, she sat down at the table, opposite of Rarity.

“Things are going well,” she said, “even after you deprived me of my source of income. My career was over, I barely found other jobs, and it took a long, long time until I got back on my hooves. I managed with a lot of success, but also a lot of pain.”

She sounded pretty cheery, but it was obvious that she was angry at Rarity.

“I don't know how you’ve been, but it seems that you aren't doing so well here, unlike me,” she continued. “So, let's play a game. If you win, you get all my earnings for today.” Suri picked up a pack at her side and emptied it on the table. Lots and lots of chips fell out, making clear that she wasn't just talk.

Rarity made big eyes at the large pile, but quickly turned wary again. “And if you win, you'll get...?”

Suri looked at Sweetie Belle again, with a creepy grin on her face which made the filly back away uneasily. “... A night with your sister.”

“What?!” Rarity was outraged. “That is out of the question! I won't just gamble Sweetie Belle away!”

“Aw, come on. I just want to spend some perfectly innocent time with her. I'm pretty good with foals, you know?”

“And I'm supposed to believe that, after you stole my designs?”

“That is something completely different. Just because I did that, doesn't mean I touch little foals... inappropriately.” Suri seemed to become offended. “You don't actually think I am...”

“I...” Rarity wasn't sure what to answer. It was a pretty heavy accusation.

“And think of all the money you could win. You don't really have anything to lose here.”

“... Fine.”

“Rarity!” Sweetie Belle couldn't believe what she heard. “You can't seriously be thinking of doing that.”

Her sister leaned down to her, and with an apologetic tone, she whispered: “I'm sorry, Sweetie, but I really need that money. I... got a little too carried away with all the gambling.”

“But you can't just use me as a bet, especially not to such a nasty mare! What if you lose?”

“You heard her, she won't harm you.”

“And you actually believe that?”

Rarity didn't answer and instead turned back to Suri, and they began their game.

It was only a single round, one that barely took a minute, but for Sweetie, every second seemed like an eternity in which she hoped and worried.

“Uh, 22, talk about bad luck,” Suri finally said with a grin on her face.

Sweetie felt queasy. That feeling only got worse when she looked up at her sister, who looked very crestfallen.

“Well, I guess that means I win,” Suri said and collected all her chips again. Then she stood up and approached Sweetie, who backed away in fear. “Let's go. The night is still young, but we should savor it to the fullest.”

The filly turned to her sister, hoping that she would object in some way. But she only said “I'm sorry, Sweetie...,” looking away in shame.

“Don't worry,” Suri tried to assure her, but she seemed creepier than ever. “I'll promise we will have a lot of fun together.”

Rarity didn't even look after them when they went away. She didn't know what Suri planned, but she wasn't convinced that she meant no harm. She could only hope that it wouldn't be so bad, but had trouble believing it herself. Rarity knew that she made a fatal mistake.