The Mare in the Frou Frou Dress

     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.