The Mare in the Frou Frou Dressby Grass MarksChaptersChapter 1Chapter 2Chapter 3Chapter 1 It was a quiet time in Ponyville. Everypony was working together to get things done. Rainbow Dash was sleeping as always in a cloud, Fluttershy was tending to her animal friends (that is, feeding the bunnies and getting attitude from Angel), Twilight Sparkle was reading, Pinkie Pie was making sweets with Mr. and Mrs. Cake, and Applejack was knocking some apples down off trees from the first batch of Spring. Meanwhile, at Rarity’s boutique, Rarity was stitching a dress alongside Sweetie Belle, who was trying to spend some quality time with her sister for once by making herself helpful. The two weren’t working on any specific order, they were just putting some ideas on paper and making them come to life. Gemstones making white gowns sparkle, bow ties completing the perfect tux for an aspiring businesscolt, and other great designs stood completed around the second floor of Rarity’s boutique. Rarity was using her magic, her horn glowing to pick up a sewing needle and weave it through the eye of the needle with perfect harmony and grace as she moved to continue sewing the dress. She had her eyes closed through her specs and a smile on her face, gleefully sewing a dress with her sister who was running from table to table to make smaller designs such as boots and capes. Sweetie Belle especially liked to make the capes. As Rarity continued to sew and stitch her latest creation, humming a sweet tune, there was an approaching pitter-patter. At first, Rarity decided to brush it off, assuming it was merely Sweetie Belle rummaging through the house. Out of curiosity, she opened one eyes and looked to her side, still sewing. She noticed Sweetie Belle standing there, her tongue sticking out sideways as she concentrated and focused on weaving the needle back and forth through a small cloth that she didn’t notice had no other fabric with it, so in reality she never was sewing anything together. Rarity closed her eyes again to resume working, but the pitter-patter began again. This time it was louder, drawing closer. The harder she tried to ignore it, the more she found herself almost messing up her design. Suddenly, as she decided to completely ignore it with a brief moment of silence, the door slammed open and made Rarity jump, dropping her supplies accidently. “Sweetie Belle!” yelled Apple Bloom and Scootaloo, their yells resonating through the room as the door slams against the walls. Sweetie Belle ran towards Apple Bloom, her white body skipping in a rush to her friends who helped her make up the group known as the Cutie Mark Crusaders. Scootaloo was carrying a stack of paper on her back, keeping it supported with her light brownish coat. “Scootaloo! Apple Bloom!” Sweetie Belle greeted as she stood in front of them. She didn’t pay much attention to the stack of papers, nor did she remember to neatly stack the fabric she was sewing before she left. She ran too fast with impatience at her friends to remember doing so. “What’re you guys doing here?” she asked. Apple Bloom picked up a paper off of Scootaloo’s back and held it up to Sweetie Belle. It was a news article of maybe a week old or more. “Cutie Mark Crusader Mailponies!” Apple Bloom shouted. She took one hoof off of the paper and gave Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle a high-hoof. For the Cutie Mark Crusaders, this was just another day of trying to find out what their special talent is. Rarity looked over at the small group of crusaders who were all happily cheering about finding an opportunity to earn their cutie marks. She left her fabric alone and walked over to the three, her eyes focused primarily on Sweetie Belle. “But Sweetie, I need you here to help me with the dresses.” Rarity pointed out, believing that work comes before fun. “But Rarity!” Sweetie Belle complained, her voice squeaking through her words. She looked sad at Rarity, her eyes giving a sign of anger and false sadness. If anything, Sweetie Belle felt that Rarity was holding her back. “No buts, Sweetie Belle!” Rarity said. “I’m sorry girls, but you’ll just have to leave.” she said, walking towards the door and going to close it. As she walked elegantly to the door, her eyes glanced over at the stack of papers Scootaloo was holding. There were envelopes upon envelopes and news papers upon news papers. They looked to be older material. Rarity’s eyes observed the papers until she noticed an envelope with her name on it. She stopped herself from shutting the door just in time for her to grab the envelope harshly instead. “Where did you get this? Were you going through my mail?” Rarity asked, her tone giving a dead giveaway that she demanded an answer. Apple Bloom looked up at Rarity with a guilty look on her face as she frowned and looked away. “Um, well…” Apple Bloom started. Scootaloo jumped in the way of Apple Bloom, a wide smile crossing her face. “Yeah! We did!” Scootaloo said. The moment she said that, Apple Bloom hit herself in the face with her hoof. “We gathered them all so we could deliver them to who they were meant for!” she finished. Rarity became frustrated and annoyed, looking at the letter. She let out a hefty sigh and looked at Apple Bloom. “Well, no harm no foul I suppose.” Rarity gave in, remembering what her friends taught her about how to forgive and forget. She opened the letter, realizing it is much too late to respond to it, and began to read it out loud. “ To the proprietor of Rarity’s Boutique in Ponyville, Equestria, You have been cordially invited to attend this year’s Winter-Spring Royal Fling during the night of the end of the fourth week of Spring here in Canterlot at the Royal Dance Hall. Attached to this letter is a silver ticket of authorization in which you may use to attend the event hosted by Prince Blueblood, nephew of Princess Celestia herself. We would appreciate it very much if you could come and apologize for only being able to send you one ticket. We look forward to seeing you in one of your beautiful gowns. Yours Truly, Anonymous “ A look of astonishment beamed upon Rarity’s face, giving her a wide, unexpected smile. Her face began to light up from hearing that she was invited to a royal event. “This is…” she started, looking at the letter again. The Cutie Mark Crusaders looked at Rarity, not sure what her reaction was going to exactly be. “…the absolute most single amazing thing that could ever happen!” Rarity cheered, taken over by the thrill as she looked at the Cutie Mark Crusaders. “The end of the fourth week of Spring? That’s tomorrow!” Scootaloo pointed out to Sweetie Belle, trying to keep a hushed tone. However, her attempts at hiding the fact failed as Rarity’s ecstatic smile turned into a worrisome expression as she gasped, startled at how little time she had. “Oh no! No! No! This simply will not do!” Rarity said, running over to her selection of dresses. “I need something absolutely perfect! A one of a kind beauty that will be sure to garnish the dance hall!” she said, talking mostly to herself as she opened drawers and cabinets, looking for anything she could use. As she sifted through her selection in organized chaos, the Cutie Mark Crusaders used that moment to slip out of the room one after the other, hugging the wall. Rarity let out a gasp as a sudden thought crossed her mind. “Yes! It’s perfect!” she said, looking inside of a recently opened drawer. Inside was a red, frilly dress. It swerved in, giving the nice attractive curves that Rarity felt would make her look astonishing. However, as Rarity pulled it out, she noticed several tears in the fabric. There were rips along the seam, wrinkles on the dress, and other sorts of miscellaneous problems that Rarity began to throw a hissy fit about. Rarity pulled the dress along with her and went straight to the sewing machine, laying the dress down just how she wanted it with the seam aligning with the needle and she began to fix the dress, stitching the dress back together. As she did so, several thoughts crossed her mind about the event. She wondered who was going to be there and more importantly, who the mysterious pony was that invited Rarity. The letter was marked anonymously. she recalled in her mind. She tried to disregard it, too excited that she would be going to a royal dance! The sewing needle wove through the fabric with grace that rivaled that of Rarity herself. Tame and yet knowing that nothing will get in the way of their goals. All they needed was a little bit of pressure to get things done. She no longer noticed that Sweetie Belle had disappeared with the others and there was a moment where she didn’t even care that she was gone. She knew that Sweetie Belle did that often enough. The seam on the dress was nearing completion. She spent the final moments patching it up and making the final adjustments on it to make it perfectly sewn together. Next, she ran over to her mirror, wondering how to keep her mane. She tried many styles, mostly looking to give her mane a little bounce but looking elegant and good enough for royalty. In this, she changed her styles, experimenting in the mirror until she found one perfect design. She circled the design on a magazine in front of her that she had been using to find out what design would work better. Her mane was kept in almost a series of circles, being held high and giving her that feeling of importance as if she, herself, was royalty. Finally, she needed to iron the dress and make any final preparations. As she ran towards the heating iron to get rid of the “unruly wrinkles” as Rarity called them, she noticed herself becoming exhausted. She was excited and tired from all of the work she was putting into getting ready. Make-up she tried to keep to a minimum to achieve that level of personal beauty with only some slight touching up, the ironing she utilized until there was not a single wrinkle on the dress, and she even added a couple of personal classic Rarity touches to the dress such as adding a single row of rubies that created a circle around the lower part of the dress. “One final touch.” Rarity said, walking back towards her mirror and pulling open a drawer near it. Inside the mirror was a necklace with a sapphire in it. She felt the nice dark blue complimented well with her red dress. It also matched her mane, which she saw was a plus. She put the necklace on as well as the dress, finishing her look and admiring herself in the mirror. “Perfect!” she said, her eyes sparkling with joy. It took her a moment to take everything off. She kept the necklace next to the hair styling magazine on the table in front of the mirror, she put her hair back to its original form, and she put the dress on a pony-shaped manikin in her room. As she looked around the room, everything seemingly looking perfect, she walked towards the door and shut off the lights, walking out of the room and closing the door gently behind her. Rarity gently made her way through the house, noticing Sweetie Belle had returned from her adventures and without her cutie mark still. At first, seeing Sweetie Belle caught her by surprise as she realized just how long she took on the dress. She continued walking through her hallway until she entered her room, looking hazily at her bed. She walked closer until she remained at the head of the bed and gently slipped herself inside, being careful not to pull on the blanket that was tucked ever so carefully into the bed itself. She closed her eyes, giving a wide smile on how perfect she imagined the dance would be. With a faint, cute smile crossing her face, she slowly drifted off to sleep. Chapter 2 Morning went by quickly for Rarity as she spent all day preparing herself for the Winter-Spring Royal Fling. By the end of the day, sometime in the afternoon, Rarity stood outside. She looked exactly like she pictured. Her mane was up how she wanted, looking elegant; a light amount of make-up complimented her face to give her more of a beautiful feel; she kept nice red slippers on that went perfectly with her red frilly frou frou dress that was perfectly kept around her body. Finally, she kept her necklace on, the sapphire inside it making her eyes more appealing to the eye. Rarity stood outside near the carriage that was being pulled by two white stallions who were ready to take Rarity. As she looked upon the carriage, she turned around to notice all of her friends standing there to say goodbye. “Have fun, Rarity!” Twilight Sparkle called out, waving her hoof in the air and smiling widely. Rarity’s focus was set on Twilight, who appeared to still want to speak. “And who knows? We were thinking of stopping by just to visit you later tonight.” she finished. “I would like that very much, Twilight, dear.” Rarity said, smiling and happy to know that her friends would miss her. She looked down, looking at Sweetie Belle who was looking up sadly at Rarity. “Why can’t we go?” Sweetie Belle asked, trying to use her cute charm to persuade Rarity to no success. “I’m sorry, Sweetie. I just wasn’t able to.” Rarity explained. “However, I do have a special task just for you.” “What is it?” Sweetie Belle asked, somehow perking right up with the feel of responsibility. “I want you to look after my boutique while Fluttershy watches over you.” Rarity said, leaning in close to Sweetie Belle as if it were a secret assignment. Sweetie Belle nodded happily at Rarity, accepting the task given to her. “I’ll do it!” Sweetie Belle confirmed, a happy glare crossing her face. Rarity looked up, watching all of her other friends as they stood in a group. Rarity noticed Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash, Twilight Sparkle, Applejack, and Pinkie Pie all standing around with the Cutie Mark Crusaders. After a small moment of exchanging glances, Rarity looked away back at her carriage that was awaiting her and stepped inside the circular red and blue carriage. The stallions rubbed their hooves against the ground, getting ready to leave. As the door to the carriage shut, Rarity poked her head out, waving and exchanging yells of goodbyes to each other. Behind her, Pinkie Pie was bouncing up and down until Rarity’s carriage was out of sight. She stopped soon after and stood still, lowering her head in a sudden realization that they would now have to find something to do without one of their friends. As she looked down, Twilight Sparkle put a hoof on her shoulder. “Don’t worry, Pinkie.” Twilight said. “We’ll stop by later to surprise her.” she finished. Pinkie Pie perked right back up and smiled widely. “It’ll be a blast!” Pinkie Pie said as the girls all crowded around each other, looking up towards Canterlot for a moment and then all started to walk away in the same direction together. As Rarity brought her head back inside the carriage, she leaned back to enjoy the ride, excited by what may happen. She could meet a prince, or become the star of the dance, or meet somepony who would want to sell her masterful designs! The very thought of either of these made her heart flutter with enjoyment. She knew tonight was going to be great. That very thought couldn’t help but make her giggle in the carriage as she looked out the small open space in the front that gave her a perfect view of Canterlot. It wouldn’t be long now for the pegasus stallions to get to Canterlot as the carriage lifted off into the air. Rarity appeared to be getting closer to Canterlot, the size of the city becoming apparent now to her. There was an aroma of cold air that filled the carriage, the high altitude of Canterlot making the air thinner and colder. It was something everypony had to get used to when they visited Canterlot. There was really nothing that could be done about it. Finally, the carriage approached its destination. A large royal castle-looking building that was completely white and blue, the banners of Equestria hanging from its walls. The carriage pulled up to the red carpet walkway, and another stallion walked up to the carriage, his eyes closed, and opened the door to allow Rarity to get out. Rarity kept her smile on, peaking first outside the carriage before stepping out. There was a great overwhelming feeling of importance as she took that first step onto the red carpet and the same stallion who opened the door for her bowed to her as she stepped out. She continued to walk along the pathway, noticing beautiful and calming fountains with lights powered by unicorn magic illuminating the waters. Rarity took a look at the big doors that were wide open with only a line of red tape blocking her entrance. She didn’t need to say a word. As soon as the door guard saw her, he unhooked the red strap and allowed Rarity to pass through. She had never felt more like royalty before. The inside of the royal dance hall was just as she imagined. There was beautiful classical music being played with official royal conversing occurring throughout. It was hard to make out what anypony was saying as the muffled chatter echoed simultaneously throughout the room. At first, Rarity had no idea what to do. She saw the band up on the stage with the elegant and classy Octavia playing with her band classical band. It put a calming yet official feel throughout the room. Eyeballing the rest of the room, Rarity came across a table of food and a red curtain that covered a room. She was unsure what was inside the room, but she noticed a mare walk inside, one that seemed like she was on a royal mission, and disappear behind the red curtains. Rarity’s curiosity was peaked, but she wasn’t convinced to go snooping in a royal occasion just yet. She walked over to the whitewood table and looked at the fine selection of sweets and treats that were spread out across the table. There were slices of cake, slices of pie, and other great sweets such as cupcakes, muffins, and even a punch bowl full of strawberry punch prepared by a special guest who attended the event but was nowhere to be seen. Rumor had it she was a pegasus that won some sort of contest in Ponyville. However, as Rarity returned to try and associate with the more official folk, she tried specifically looking for the anonymous pony who invited her to the event. The smell of sweets filled the air as there was an echoing sound of hoofsteps against the shining cement floor, too many for Rarity to figure out who was where. As she looked around, she saw another mare walking towards the same red curtain. This one was a more portly unicorn who appeared as the stereotypical stubborn royal one. As she entered the curtains, Rarity heard a loud smash of glass. She looked around quickly, surprised that nopony was even reacting about the sound. In a flash, Rarity dashed at the curtains, running to make sure nopony was hurt. She ran past a few stallions and mares that were conversing and pushed the curtains open, running inside as the curtains fell back in place behind her. She looked around quickly but didn’t get more than a moment to stare before she felt a great power against her head and the sound of smashing glass once more resounding in the air. Falling to the ground, Rarity looked up, seeing the faded image of a light grey stallion looking at her until she closed her eyes, falling unconscious. Chapter 3 There was a drip. A moist feeling in the air. Drip, drip, drip. Rarity felt her legs all tied up tightly as she knew she was hanging from the ceiling. She couldn’t move. Her eyes would barely open. For some reason, she was in a deep pain and only heard the drips echoing through what seemed to be a damp room. After a while, her eyes opened. She saw a completely grey cement room. There was a table she could see from across the room. She also started to gain more feeling, not realizing that the dripping was coming from her dress. Suddenly, she felt a deep pain. She looked down as best she could to see cuts and tears along her dress and in her coat. Small shards of glass were protruding out of her and bruises lay along her body. Her head ached with great pain, a large migraine coming upon her. She took a moment to look around, hearing the faint moans of a mare not too far away turn into a muffled scream. She realized she was in a crevice in what appeared to be a dungeon of some sort. She could still hear the very light and muffled chatter of the party-goers, signifying that she couldn’t have been too far away. That wasn’t the thing most on her mind right now. She felt great fear encompass her body as she hung still, unable to move as a salty tear left her eye. Finally, she heard hoofsteps. They got closer, echoing through the damp and moist dungeon as she saw the same pony whom she had seen before. Rarity saw he was a unicorn. A light gray coat with a light amber colored mane. She had recognized the unicorn before. His light icy blue eyes glared at Rarity as he stood with poise, levitating a dull knife blade in the air. It took Rarity a moment, but she still knew she’d encountered the stallion before. “Remember me, Rarity?” the stallion said with a stubborn, spoiled voice, bringing the blade closer. The voice sealed the deal for Rarity. It was Prince Blueblood, a stallion Rarity had fancied during the Grand Galloping Gala but left almost immediately after realizing his pompous attitude was not worth the effort. Rarity looked at him, too weak to speak as more tears fell down her face. “It’s your fault you’re here, Rarity.” Blueblood stated, pressing the dull bladed knife at the side of Rarity’s body, dragging it harshly down her body and making her let out a painful shriek. “H- how?” Rarity stuttered, not feeling like she deserves to be where she is. She realized that the dripping coming off her dress was blood from all of the cuts in her body, and more was now trickling down her side from the dull blade. “You embarrassed me in front of everypony that night.” Blueblood stated. “My royal reputation was in shambles and I never got the pleasure of even accompanying my aunt Celestia to the after party.” he continued, pressing down harder on Rarity. More cries were heard throughout the dungeon-like area as Rarity clenched her teeth together and tightly held her eyes shut. She couldn’t carry on at this rate. Her mane was messy, hairs going off in all sorts of directions. Still, she kept her glare fixed on the Prince in front of her who could very well spell out her death. “Wait!” Rarity called out. “Is there… nothing that I can do to convince you to release me?” Rarity struggled through the pain to say it, realizing it could be her only chance. Blueblood lowered himself, dropping the knife and heading down towards Rarity’s feet. She assumed maybe he was going to let her go and they would discuss it. After all, Rarity didn’t see it as a big deal about telling him off at the Gala. Just as Rarity sat there, helpless, she felt something she never wanted to feel. She felt a poke at her marehood from Blueblood’s horn as he thrusted it inside her, violating and penetrating her. She yelled out in sheer pain, unable to hold in any of her cries and yells as tears started to flow rapidly out of her eyes. She kept her eyes closed and cried out loud, wanting to vomit from how sick she felt. The other mares were all crying in the back as well, knowing what was going on as if they were all having back flashbacks and recollecting memories. Who knew how long some of them had been there. There was even a broken horn on the table in front of Rarity in the center of the grey cemented dungeon. Dry blood stained the table along with what looked like a dismembered hoof left on the table as well. Rarity opened her eyes just barely to see it before vomiting, in which Blueblood heard but was not hit by. Angrily, he shoved his horn harder inside her marehood, not being gentle on Rarity one bit. All that could be heard were the many screams, the dripping of blood, the muffled conversing of ponies that had no idea what was going on, and the grunts from Blueblood as he continued to show no mercy on his victim. Finally, Rarity felt a flow of magic streaming from Blueblood’s horn as he released inside her and moved away, leaving her to suffer. He gazed up at her and flipped his hair out of her face, leaving the dull blade where it was and walking away momentarily. Rarity was left stunned, unable to move. She was completely paralyzed and immobilized. There was nothing she felt could be worst right now. This was the end for her and she knew it. She watched Prince Blueblood walk out of the room, a grin on his face as he walked into the main center of the dungeon and took a right, heading into the direction of a long corridor that seemed to lead back to the party. Rarity struggled to keep her eyes open, still crying. After a moment, she looked down and noticed the knife. As a tear fell from her eye and landed on it, she struggled to use all of her might to use magic. Her horn let out a faint glow as the dull knife was slowly levitating up towards Rarity. It passed by her face and to the rope itself, Rarity using the knife to cut herself free. As she finally did, her horn stopped glowing. She fell to the ground, the knife falling with her. As she flopped on the ground on her side, the knife fell and landed blade-down into her skin like an axe would have. She let out another yell as she used her magic once again to pull the knife out, eventually finding success after a moment of struggling. Rarity threw the knife at the nearby wall and went to stand up after laying there for a couple minutes. Her legs wobbled and shook as she struggled to push herself up on all four hooves. The moans and screams became a little louder as she heard approaching hoofsteps echoing through the corridor. Prince Blueblood was coming back. Quickly, she started to rush towards the center, accidently stepping in her own pile of vomit. She felt violated as tears still blocked her vision. Rarity was barely even holding on mentally. She felt like she was about to lose all sense of reality and just wanted to die. The hoofsteps got closer as she ran towards the left corridor, noticing a light at the end that looked to be an alternative exit. She stepped in the corridor and looked back at all of the suffering mares who looked at Rarity with desperation, tears flowing down their faces as they wept and cried for mercy. She started to turn around, hearing the hoofsteps getting even closer. She looked at one specific mare who was giving the most desperate stare at Rarity as Blueblood’s recent sperm dripped out of her marehood. “I’m sorry…” Rarity whispered, a tear falling down as she realizes the harsh reality of what will happen if Blueblood finds her. She would be tortured and left to starve and die. She was too afraid of that fate. Rarity turned around, hearing the hoofsteps getting louder and faster. Rarity ran away, running down the corridor towards the light at the end. She galloped, hearing a scream and a yell behind her. The yell was from Blueblood; the scream from one of the many victims in Blueblood’s dungeon. She ran faster, adrenaline rushing through her body out of fear and frightening mental images. Finally, she came out the end of the tunnel, appearing at a sliver of land not too far from the royal dance hall but at the very edge of Canterlot itself. Rarity tried to run away as she exited the tunnel but fell not too far from it. Rarity’s cries echoed through the air, the fresh air giving much pain to Rarity’s cuts. Her torn dress left most of her body exposed enough to see her violated marehood. She cried in a single spot, not moving as much as possible. A crowd gathered quickly around Rarity as she cried. They all wondered what was going on. There were members from the event there, all staring at Rarity who looked like a complete disaster. There was gasps and conversation that filled the air, making Rarity’s terrible migraine excruciatingly painful. She grabbed her head with her bruised and bleeding hooves, crying and wanting to block out everything. Royal Canterlot Guards push through to find Rarity while Rarity noticed her friends, excluding the Cutie Mark Crusaders, running behind them to Rarity. “Rarity! What happened?” yelled Twilight, looking at Rarity. Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash began to tear up at the sight of their bloody friend while Pinkie Pie and Applejack were still trying to catch up. As they saw her, they all started to tear up, stunned by what they were seeing. Rarity didn’t respond. “Back away!” the Royal Canterlot Guards demanded, pushing Rarity’s friends out of their way as they approached with gold and blue armor over their white unicorn coats. They walked over to Rarity and looked her firmly in the eyes. “What happened here?” they asked in a demanding voice, null and void of concern or worry. Rarity didn’t answer. She was too afraid and concerned. Rainbow Dash was trying to fight back to get to Rarity was then restrained by one of the guards, keeping her held in place. “I will not ask you again!” the Canterlot Guard demanded, slamming a hoof against the ground. The moment his hoof made contact with the ground, Rarity shivered and shook, too ashamed and full of fears and tears to worry about anything else. “Tell us what happened! Now!” they said, becoming more assertive. Rarity let out a worried squeak as she continued to cry and shake, now balling her eyes out as loud as she could. Applejack got defensive as she pushed through the guards to try and get to her friend, but was restrained. The Royal Canterlot Guards created a line between Rarity and the others, keeping her friends from getting to her. “Leave her alone!!” yelled Rainbow Dash, trying to fight through the guards to no avail. There was pointless bickering and arguing between the guards and Rarity’s friends. Yelling back and forth that was pounding against Rarity’s head. She shook and went to stand up, nopony realizing that she was even moving. Rarity stood up, her eyes hazy and unable to open completely as she looked around the area, seeing so many blurs. Finally, she started to limp towards the edge of Canterlot. Her friends were still arguing with the guards, trying to defend Rarity while the Royal Canterlot Guards argued back to defend their right to interrogate Rarity. Finally, Twilight Sparkle took a look at Rarity through the guards with an angry glare and noticed Rarity limping towards the end. In Twilight’s eyes, she noticed Rarity take a glance back and lock eyes with Twilight, a sparkle in her eye igniting a tear that flowed down her face. Rarity closed her eyes at her friend for the last time and fell sideways over the edge of Canterlot, falling rapidly down the entire side of the mountain. “RARITY!!!” Twilight called out, loud enough for the guards to see what was going on. Everypony turned around and ran towards the edge as Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy bolted down to try and save their friend. They were too late. Rarity had plummeted heavily down, spiraling in the air. Her dress slipped away off her body and started to flow in the breeze as Rarity tumbled down, slamming harshly with a cruel fate to her death below, the red frilly dress lightly falling onto her cold lifeless body like a blanket to conceal the misery of the mare in the frou frou dress.
Chapter 1 It was a quiet time in Ponyville. Everypony was working together to get things done. Rainbow Dash was sleeping as always in a cloud, Fluttershy was tending to her animal friends (that is, feeding the bunnies and getting attitude from Angel), Twilight Sparkle was reading, Pinkie Pie was making sweets with Mr. and Mrs. Cake, and Applejack was knocking some apples down off trees from the first batch of Spring. Meanwhile, at Rarity’s boutique, Rarity was stitching a dress alongside Sweetie Belle, who was trying to spend some quality time with her sister for once by making herself helpful. The two weren’t working on any specific order, they were just putting some ideas on paper and making them come to life. Gemstones making white gowns sparkle, bow ties completing the perfect tux for an aspiring businesscolt, and other great designs stood completed around the second floor of Rarity’s boutique. Rarity was using her magic, her horn glowing to pick up a sewing needle and weave it through the eye of the needle with perfect harmony and grace as she moved to continue sewing the dress. She had her eyes closed through her specs and a smile on her face, gleefully sewing a dress with her sister who was running from table to table to make smaller designs such as boots and capes. Sweetie Belle especially liked to make the capes. As Rarity continued to sew and stitch her latest creation, humming a sweet tune, there was an approaching pitter-patter. At first, Rarity decided to brush it off, assuming it was merely Sweetie Belle rummaging through the house. Out of curiosity, she opened one eyes and looked to her side, still sewing. She noticed Sweetie Belle standing there, her tongue sticking out sideways as she concentrated and focused on weaving the needle back and forth through a small cloth that she didn’t notice had no other fabric with it, so in reality she never was sewing anything together. Rarity closed her eyes again to resume working, but the pitter-patter began again. This time it was louder, drawing closer. The harder she tried to ignore it, the more she found herself almost messing up her design. Suddenly, as she decided to completely ignore it with a brief moment of silence, the door slammed open and made Rarity jump, dropping her supplies accidently. “Sweetie Belle!” yelled Apple Bloom and Scootaloo, their yells resonating through the room as the door slams against the walls. Sweetie Belle ran towards Apple Bloom, her white body skipping in a rush to her friends who helped her make up the group known as the Cutie Mark Crusaders. Scootaloo was carrying a stack of paper on her back, keeping it supported with her light brownish coat. “Scootaloo! Apple Bloom!” Sweetie Belle greeted as she stood in front of them. She didn’t pay much attention to the stack of papers, nor did she remember to neatly stack the fabric she was sewing before she left. She ran too fast with impatience at her friends to remember doing so. “What’re you guys doing here?” she asked. Apple Bloom picked up a paper off of Scootaloo’s back and held it up to Sweetie Belle. It was a news article of maybe a week old or more. “Cutie Mark Crusader Mailponies!” Apple Bloom shouted. She took one hoof off of the paper and gave Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle a high-hoof. For the Cutie Mark Crusaders, this was just another day of trying to find out what their special talent is. Rarity looked over at the small group of crusaders who were all happily cheering about finding an opportunity to earn their cutie marks. She left her fabric alone and walked over to the three, her eyes focused primarily on Sweetie Belle. “But Sweetie, I need you here to help me with the dresses.” Rarity pointed out, believing that work comes before fun. “But Rarity!” Sweetie Belle complained, her voice squeaking through her words. She looked sad at Rarity, her eyes giving a sign of anger and false sadness. If anything, Sweetie Belle felt that Rarity was holding her back. “No buts, Sweetie Belle!” Rarity said. “I’m sorry girls, but you’ll just have to leave.” she said, walking towards the door and going to close it. As she walked elegantly to the door, her eyes glanced over at the stack of papers Scootaloo was holding. There were envelopes upon envelopes and news papers upon news papers. They looked to be older material. Rarity’s eyes observed the papers until she noticed an envelope with her name on it. She stopped herself from shutting the door just in time for her to grab the envelope harshly instead. “Where did you get this? Were you going through my mail?” Rarity asked, her tone giving a dead giveaway that she demanded an answer. Apple Bloom looked up at Rarity with a guilty look on her face as she frowned and looked away. “Um, well…” Apple Bloom started. Scootaloo jumped in the way of Apple Bloom, a wide smile crossing her face. “Yeah! We did!” Scootaloo said. The moment she said that, Apple Bloom hit herself in the face with her hoof. “We gathered them all so we could deliver them to who they were meant for!” she finished. Rarity became frustrated and annoyed, looking at the letter. She let out a hefty sigh and looked at Apple Bloom. “Well, no harm no foul I suppose.” Rarity gave in, remembering what her friends taught her about how to forgive and forget. She opened the letter, realizing it is much too late to respond to it, and began to read it out loud. “ To the proprietor of Rarity’s Boutique in Ponyville, Equestria, You have been cordially invited to attend this year’s Winter-Spring Royal Fling during the night of the end of the fourth week of Spring here in Canterlot at the Royal Dance Hall. Attached to this letter is a silver ticket of authorization in which you may use to attend the event hosted by Prince Blueblood, nephew of Princess Celestia herself. We would appreciate it very much if you could come and apologize for only being able to send you one ticket. We look forward to seeing you in one of your beautiful gowns. Yours Truly, Anonymous “ A look of astonishment beamed upon Rarity’s face, giving her a wide, unexpected smile. Her face began to light up from hearing that she was invited to a royal event. “This is…” she started, looking at the letter again. The Cutie Mark Crusaders looked at Rarity, not sure what her reaction was going to exactly be. “…the absolute most single amazing thing that could ever happen!” Rarity cheered, taken over by the thrill as she looked at the Cutie Mark Crusaders. “The end of the fourth week of Spring? That’s tomorrow!” Scootaloo pointed out to Sweetie Belle, trying to keep a hushed tone. However, her attempts at hiding the fact failed as Rarity’s ecstatic smile turned into a worrisome expression as she gasped, startled at how little time she had. “Oh no! No! No! This simply will not do!” Rarity said, running over to her selection of dresses. “I need something absolutely perfect! A one of a kind beauty that will be sure to garnish the dance hall!” she said, talking mostly to herself as she opened drawers and cabinets, looking for anything she could use. As she sifted through her selection in organized chaos, the Cutie Mark Crusaders used that moment to slip out of the room one after the other, hugging the wall. Rarity let out a gasp as a sudden thought crossed her mind. “Yes! It’s perfect!” she said, looking inside of a recently opened drawer. Inside was a red, frilly dress. It swerved in, giving the nice attractive curves that Rarity felt would make her look astonishing. However, as Rarity pulled it out, she noticed several tears in the fabric. There were rips along the seam, wrinkles on the dress, and other sorts of miscellaneous problems that Rarity began to throw a hissy fit about. Rarity pulled the dress along with her and went straight to the sewing machine, laying the dress down just how she wanted it with the seam aligning with the needle and she began to fix the dress, stitching the dress back together. As she did so, several thoughts crossed her mind about the event. She wondered who was going to be there and more importantly, who the mysterious pony was that invited Rarity. The letter was marked anonymously. she recalled in her mind. She tried to disregard it, too excited that she would be going to a royal dance! The sewing needle wove through the fabric with grace that rivaled that of Rarity herself. Tame and yet knowing that nothing will get in the way of their goals. All they needed was a little bit of pressure to get things done. She no longer noticed that Sweetie Belle had disappeared with the others and there was a moment where she didn’t even care that she was gone. She knew that Sweetie Belle did that often enough. The seam on the dress was nearing completion. She spent the final moments patching it up and making the final adjustments on it to make it perfectly sewn together. Next, she ran over to her mirror, wondering how to keep her mane. She tried many styles, mostly looking to give her mane a little bounce but looking elegant and good enough for royalty. In this, she changed her styles, experimenting in the mirror until she found one perfect design. She circled the design on a magazine in front of her that she had been using to find out what design would work better. Her mane was kept in almost a series of circles, being held high and giving her that feeling of importance as if she, herself, was royalty. Finally, she needed to iron the dress and make any final preparations. As she ran towards the heating iron to get rid of the “unruly wrinkles” as Rarity called them, she noticed herself becoming exhausted. She was excited and tired from all of the work she was putting into getting ready. Make-up she tried to keep to a minimum to achieve that level of personal beauty with only some slight touching up, the ironing she utilized until there was not a single wrinkle on the dress, and she even added a couple of personal classic Rarity touches to the dress such as adding a single row of rubies that created a circle around the lower part of the dress. “One final touch.” Rarity said, walking back towards her mirror and pulling open a drawer near it. Inside the mirror was a necklace with a sapphire in it. She felt the nice dark blue complimented well with her red dress. It also matched her mane, which she saw was a plus. She put the necklace on as well as the dress, finishing her look and admiring herself in the mirror. “Perfect!” she said, her eyes sparkling with joy. It took her a moment to take everything off. She kept the necklace next to the hair styling magazine on the table in front of the mirror, she put her hair back to its original form, and she put the dress on a pony-shaped manikin in her room. As she looked around the room, everything seemingly looking perfect, she walked towards the door and shut off the lights, walking out of the room and closing the door gently behind her. Rarity gently made her way through the house, noticing Sweetie Belle had returned from her adventures and without her cutie mark still. At first, seeing Sweetie Belle caught her by surprise as she realized just how long she took on the dress. She continued walking through her hallway until she entered her room, looking hazily at her bed. She walked closer until she remained at the head of the bed and gently slipped herself inside, being careful not to pull on the blanket that was tucked ever so carefully into the bed itself. She closed her eyes, giving a wide smile on how perfect she imagined the dance would be. With a faint, cute smile crossing her face, she slowly drifted off to sleep.
Chapter 2 Morning went by quickly for Rarity as she spent all day preparing herself for the Winter-Spring Royal Fling. By the end of the day, sometime in the afternoon, Rarity stood outside. She looked exactly like she pictured. Her mane was up how she wanted, looking elegant; a light amount of make-up complimented her face to give her more of a beautiful feel; she kept nice red slippers on that went perfectly with her red frilly frou frou dress that was perfectly kept around her body. Finally, she kept her necklace on, the sapphire inside it making her eyes more appealing to the eye. Rarity stood outside near the carriage that was being pulled by two white stallions who were ready to take Rarity. As she looked upon the carriage, she turned around to notice all of her friends standing there to say goodbye. “Have fun, Rarity!” Twilight Sparkle called out, waving her hoof in the air and smiling widely. Rarity’s focus was set on Twilight, who appeared to still want to speak. “And who knows? We were thinking of stopping by just to visit you later tonight.” she finished. “I would like that very much, Twilight, dear.” Rarity said, smiling and happy to know that her friends would miss her. She looked down, looking at Sweetie Belle who was looking up sadly at Rarity. “Why can’t we go?” Sweetie Belle asked, trying to use her cute charm to persuade Rarity to no success. “I’m sorry, Sweetie. I just wasn’t able to.” Rarity explained. “However, I do have a special task just for you.” “What is it?” Sweetie Belle asked, somehow perking right up with the feel of responsibility. “I want you to look after my boutique while Fluttershy watches over you.” Rarity said, leaning in close to Sweetie Belle as if it were a secret assignment. Sweetie Belle nodded happily at Rarity, accepting the task given to her. “I’ll do it!” Sweetie Belle confirmed, a happy glare crossing her face. Rarity looked up, watching all of her other friends as they stood in a group. Rarity noticed Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash, Twilight Sparkle, Applejack, and Pinkie Pie all standing around with the Cutie Mark Crusaders. After a small moment of exchanging glances, Rarity looked away back at her carriage that was awaiting her and stepped inside the circular red and blue carriage. The stallions rubbed their hooves against the ground, getting ready to leave. As the door to the carriage shut, Rarity poked her head out, waving and exchanging yells of goodbyes to each other. Behind her, Pinkie Pie was bouncing up and down until Rarity’s carriage was out of sight. She stopped soon after and stood still, lowering her head in a sudden realization that they would now have to find something to do without one of their friends. As she looked down, Twilight Sparkle put a hoof on her shoulder. “Don’t worry, Pinkie.” Twilight said. “We’ll stop by later to surprise her.” she finished. Pinkie Pie perked right back up and smiled widely. “It’ll be a blast!” Pinkie Pie said as the girls all crowded around each other, looking up towards Canterlot for a moment and then all started to walk away in the same direction together. As Rarity brought her head back inside the carriage, she leaned back to enjoy the ride, excited by what may happen. She could meet a prince, or become the star of the dance, or meet somepony who would want to sell her masterful designs! The very thought of either of these made her heart flutter with enjoyment. She knew tonight was going to be great. That very thought couldn’t help but make her giggle in the carriage as she looked out the small open space in the front that gave her a perfect view of Canterlot. It wouldn’t be long now for the pegasus stallions to get to Canterlot as the carriage lifted off into the air. Rarity appeared to be getting closer to Canterlot, the size of the city becoming apparent now to her. There was an aroma of cold air that filled the carriage, the high altitude of Canterlot making the air thinner and colder. It was something everypony had to get used to when they visited Canterlot. There was really nothing that could be done about it. Finally, the carriage approached its destination. A large royal castle-looking building that was completely white and blue, the banners of Equestria hanging from its walls. The carriage pulled up to the red carpet walkway, and another stallion walked up to the carriage, his eyes closed, and opened the door to allow Rarity to get out. Rarity kept her smile on, peaking first outside the carriage before stepping out. There was a great overwhelming feeling of importance as she took that first step onto the red carpet and the same stallion who opened the door for her bowed to her as she stepped out. She continued to walk along the pathway, noticing beautiful and calming fountains with lights powered by unicorn magic illuminating the waters. Rarity took a look at the big doors that were wide open with only a line of red tape blocking her entrance. She didn’t need to say a word. As soon as the door guard saw her, he unhooked the red strap and allowed Rarity to pass through. She had never felt more like royalty before. The inside of the royal dance hall was just as she imagined. There was beautiful classical music being played with official royal conversing occurring throughout. It was hard to make out what anypony was saying as the muffled chatter echoed simultaneously throughout the room. At first, Rarity had no idea what to do. She saw the band up on the stage with the elegant and classy Octavia playing with her band classical band. It put a calming yet official feel throughout the room. Eyeballing the rest of the room, Rarity came across a table of food and a red curtain that covered a room. She was unsure what was inside the room, but she noticed a mare walk inside, one that seemed like she was on a royal mission, and disappear behind the red curtains. Rarity’s curiosity was peaked, but she wasn’t convinced to go snooping in a royal occasion just yet. She walked over to the whitewood table and looked at the fine selection of sweets and treats that were spread out across the table. There were slices of cake, slices of pie, and other great sweets such as cupcakes, muffins, and even a punch bowl full of strawberry punch prepared by a special guest who attended the event but was nowhere to be seen. Rumor had it she was a pegasus that won some sort of contest in Ponyville. However, as Rarity returned to try and associate with the more official folk, she tried specifically looking for the anonymous pony who invited her to the event. The smell of sweets filled the air as there was an echoing sound of hoofsteps against the shining cement floor, too many for Rarity to figure out who was where. As she looked around, she saw another mare walking towards the same red curtain. This one was a more portly unicorn who appeared as the stereotypical stubborn royal one. As she entered the curtains, Rarity heard a loud smash of glass. She looked around quickly, surprised that nopony was even reacting about the sound. In a flash, Rarity dashed at the curtains, running to make sure nopony was hurt. She ran past a few stallions and mares that were conversing and pushed the curtains open, running inside as the curtains fell back in place behind her. She looked around quickly but didn’t get more than a moment to stare before she felt a great power against her head and the sound of smashing glass once more resounding in the air. Falling to the ground, Rarity looked up, seeing the faded image of a light grey stallion looking at her until she closed her eyes, falling unconscious.
Chapter 3 There was a drip. A moist feeling in the air. Drip, drip, drip. Rarity felt her legs all tied up tightly as she knew she was hanging from the ceiling. She couldn’t move. Her eyes would barely open. For some reason, she was in a deep pain and only heard the drips echoing through what seemed to be a damp room. After a while, her eyes opened. She saw a completely grey cement room. There was a table she could see from across the room. She also started to gain more feeling, not realizing that the dripping was coming from her dress. Suddenly, she felt a deep pain. She looked down as best she could to see cuts and tears along her dress and in her coat. Small shards of glass were protruding out of her and bruises lay along her body. Her head ached with great pain, a large migraine coming upon her. She took a moment to look around, hearing the faint moans of a mare not too far away turn into a muffled scream. She realized she was in a crevice in what appeared to be a dungeon of some sort. She could still hear the very light and muffled chatter of the party-goers, signifying that she couldn’t have been too far away. That wasn’t the thing most on her mind right now. She felt great fear encompass her body as she hung still, unable to move as a salty tear left her eye. Finally, she heard hoofsteps. They got closer, echoing through the damp and moist dungeon as she saw the same pony whom she had seen before. Rarity saw he was a unicorn. A light gray coat with a light amber colored mane. She had recognized the unicorn before. His light icy blue eyes glared at Rarity as he stood with poise, levitating a dull knife blade in the air. It took Rarity a moment, but she still knew she’d encountered the stallion before. “Remember me, Rarity?” the stallion said with a stubborn, spoiled voice, bringing the blade closer. The voice sealed the deal for Rarity. It was Prince Blueblood, a stallion Rarity had fancied during the Grand Galloping Gala but left almost immediately after realizing his pompous attitude was not worth the effort. Rarity looked at him, too weak to speak as more tears fell down her face. “It’s your fault you’re here, Rarity.” Blueblood stated, pressing the dull bladed knife at the side of Rarity’s body, dragging it harshly down her body and making her let out a painful shriek. “H- how?” Rarity stuttered, not feeling like she deserves to be where she is. She realized that the dripping coming off her dress was blood from all of the cuts in her body, and more was now trickling down her side from the dull blade. “You embarrassed me in front of everypony that night.” Blueblood stated. “My royal reputation was in shambles and I never got the pleasure of even accompanying my aunt Celestia to the after party.” he continued, pressing down harder on Rarity. More cries were heard throughout the dungeon-like area as Rarity clenched her teeth together and tightly held her eyes shut. She couldn’t carry on at this rate. Her mane was messy, hairs going off in all sorts of directions. Still, she kept her glare fixed on the Prince in front of her who could very well spell out her death. “Wait!” Rarity called out. “Is there… nothing that I can do to convince you to release me?” Rarity struggled through the pain to say it, realizing it could be her only chance. Blueblood lowered himself, dropping the knife and heading down towards Rarity’s feet. She assumed maybe he was going to let her go and they would discuss it. After all, Rarity didn’t see it as a big deal about telling him off at the Gala. Just as Rarity sat there, helpless, she felt something she never wanted to feel. She felt a poke at her marehood from Blueblood’s horn as he thrusted it inside her, violating and penetrating her. She yelled out in sheer pain, unable to hold in any of her cries and yells as tears started to flow rapidly out of her eyes. She kept her eyes closed and cried out loud, wanting to vomit from how sick she felt. The other mares were all crying in the back as well, knowing what was going on as if they were all having back flashbacks and recollecting memories. Who knew how long some of them had been there. There was even a broken horn on the table in front of Rarity in the center of the grey cemented dungeon. Dry blood stained the table along with what looked like a dismembered hoof left on the table as well. Rarity opened her eyes just barely to see it before vomiting, in which Blueblood heard but was not hit by. Angrily, he shoved his horn harder inside her marehood, not being gentle on Rarity one bit. All that could be heard were the many screams, the dripping of blood, the muffled conversing of ponies that had no idea what was going on, and the grunts from Blueblood as he continued to show no mercy on his victim. Finally, Rarity felt a flow of magic streaming from Blueblood’s horn as he released inside her and moved away, leaving her to suffer. He gazed up at her and flipped his hair out of her face, leaving the dull blade where it was and walking away momentarily. Rarity was left stunned, unable to move. She was completely paralyzed and immobilized. There was nothing she felt could be worst right now. This was the end for her and she knew it. She watched Prince Blueblood walk out of the room, a grin on his face as he walked into the main center of the dungeon and took a right, heading into the direction of a long corridor that seemed to lead back to the party. Rarity struggled to keep her eyes open, still crying. After a moment, she looked down and noticed the knife. As a tear fell from her eye and landed on it, she struggled to use all of her might to use magic. Her horn let out a faint glow as the dull knife was slowly levitating up towards Rarity. It passed by her face and to the rope itself, Rarity using the knife to cut herself free. As she finally did, her horn stopped glowing. She fell to the ground, the knife falling with her. As she flopped on the ground on her side, the knife fell and landed blade-down into her skin like an axe would have. She let out another yell as she used her magic once again to pull the knife out, eventually finding success after a moment of struggling. Rarity threw the knife at the nearby wall and went to stand up after laying there for a couple minutes. Her legs wobbled and shook as she struggled to push herself up on all four hooves. The moans and screams became a little louder as she heard approaching hoofsteps echoing through the corridor. Prince Blueblood was coming back. Quickly, she started to rush towards the center, accidently stepping in her own pile of vomit. She felt violated as tears still blocked her vision. Rarity was barely even holding on mentally. She felt like she was about to lose all sense of reality and just wanted to die. The hoofsteps got closer as she ran towards the left corridor, noticing a light at the end that looked to be an alternative exit. She stepped in the corridor and looked back at all of the suffering mares who looked at Rarity with desperation, tears flowing down their faces as they wept and cried for mercy. She started to turn around, hearing the hoofsteps getting even closer. She looked at one specific mare who was giving the most desperate stare at Rarity as Blueblood’s recent sperm dripped out of her marehood. “I’m sorry…” Rarity whispered, a tear falling down as she realizes the harsh reality of what will happen if Blueblood finds her. She would be tortured and left to starve and die. She was too afraid of that fate. Rarity turned around, hearing the hoofsteps getting louder and faster. Rarity ran away, running down the corridor towards the light at the end. She galloped, hearing a scream and a yell behind her. The yell was from Blueblood; the scream from one of the many victims in Blueblood’s dungeon. She ran faster, adrenaline rushing through her body out of fear and frightening mental images. Finally, she came out the end of the tunnel, appearing at a sliver of land not too far from the royal dance hall but at the very edge of Canterlot itself. Rarity tried to run away as she exited the tunnel but fell not too far from it. Rarity’s cries echoed through the air, the fresh air giving much pain to Rarity’s cuts. Her torn dress left most of her body exposed enough to see her violated marehood. She cried in a single spot, not moving as much as possible. A crowd gathered quickly around Rarity as she cried. They all wondered what was going on. There were members from the event there, all staring at Rarity who looked like a complete disaster. There was gasps and conversation that filled the air, making Rarity’s terrible migraine excruciatingly painful. She grabbed her head with her bruised and bleeding hooves, crying and wanting to block out everything. Royal Canterlot Guards push through to find Rarity while Rarity noticed her friends, excluding the Cutie Mark Crusaders, running behind them to Rarity. “Rarity! What happened?” yelled Twilight, looking at Rarity. Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash began to tear up at the sight of their bloody friend while Pinkie Pie and Applejack were still trying to catch up. As they saw her, they all started to tear up, stunned by what they were seeing. Rarity didn’t respond. “Back away!” the Royal Canterlot Guards demanded, pushing Rarity’s friends out of their way as they approached with gold and blue armor over their white unicorn coats. They walked over to Rarity and looked her firmly in the eyes. “What happened here?” they asked in a demanding voice, null and void of concern or worry. Rarity didn’t answer. She was too afraid and concerned. Rainbow Dash was trying to fight back to get to Rarity was then restrained by one of the guards, keeping her held in place. “I will not ask you again!” the Canterlot Guard demanded, slamming a hoof against the ground. The moment his hoof made contact with the ground, Rarity shivered and shook, too ashamed and full of fears and tears to worry about anything else. “Tell us what happened! Now!” they said, becoming more assertive. Rarity let out a worried squeak as she continued to cry and shake, now balling her eyes out as loud as she could. Applejack got defensive as she pushed through the guards to try and get to her friend, but was restrained. The Royal Canterlot Guards created a line between Rarity and the others, keeping her friends from getting to her. “Leave her alone!!” yelled Rainbow Dash, trying to fight through the guards to no avail. There was pointless bickering and arguing between the guards and Rarity’s friends. Yelling back and forth that was pounding against Rarity’s head. She shook and went to stand up, nopony realizing that she was even moving. Rarity stood up, her eyes hazy and unable to open completely as she looked around the area, seeing so many blurs. Finally, she started to limp towards the edge of Canterlot. Her friends were still arguing with the guards, trying to defend Rarity while the Royal Canterlot Guards argued back to defend their right to interrogate Rarity. Finally, Twilight Sparkle took a look at Rarity through the guards with an angry glare and noticed Rarity limping towards the end. In Twilight’s eyes, she noticed Rarity take a glance back and lock eyes with Twilight, a sparkle in her eye igniting a tear that flowed down her face. Rarity closed her eyes at her friend for the last time and fell sideways over the edge of Canterlot, falling rapidly down the entire side of the mountain. “RARITY!!!” Twilight called out, loud enough for the guards to see what was going on. Everypony turned around and ran towards the edge as Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy bolted down to try and save their friend. They were too late. Rarity had plummeted heavily down, spiraling in the air. Her dress slipped away off her body and started to flow in the breeze as Rarity tumbled down, slamming harshly with a cruel fate to her death below, the red frilly dress lightly falling onto her cold lifeless body like a blanket to conceal the misery of the mare in the frou frou dress.
