Rarity dashed into the Carousel Boutique before slamming the door shut. "Nobody's in, right?" she muttered to herself.

Oh Celestia, I just can't take it any longer! She ran upstairs and into her room, shutting the door. "I should lock it, I should lock it, I should lock it..." She repeated this mantra to herself as she furiously tried to turn the lock with her shaking hoof before finally giving up. "I don't have time, I have to get it!"

She ran past her closet, pausing only when she saw what she was looking for. A small drawer with a single cabinet. Smiling nervously, she slowly extended her hoof to reach the handle and pulled the drawer out.

There it was.

Her revolver.

"Oh, it's been so long!" she gasped. "Oh, how I've wanted to feel your touch all day!"

She picked it up with her magic, staring intently at every facet of its design. The sleek silver barrel, the black hammer, the beautiful cylinder...

There were six chambers in the cylinder. Five were empty. One, the one to be fired next, was full.

Rarity paid no mind to this as she brought the gun closer and closer to her face, inch by inch. "You're so beautiful... so very beautiful... sho vry brrtrfrl..." Her speech now slurred due to the gun now enveloped in her mouth, the cold barrel against her tongue sending a shock down her back.

Slowly, she took the gun from her mouth and let it drift down her body, shuddering with delight as it brushed against her teats. "Oh, you naughty thing," she breathed. "I want you..."

The revolver, still held in her magic, began to rub her stomach as she sighed gleefully. It's so wrong, yet still so very right... The gun's black grip massaged against her belly button, the feeling so pleasurable against her.

It wasn't enough.

"Lower! Lower!" she cried out.

Suddenly, she felt the barrel penetrate the fold between her hind legs.

She gasped. Oh, it feels so much better than last time... The barrel slowly massaging each inch inside of her, the feeling of the cold metal against her labia... "You naughty beast, you..."

She could feel the gun pressing into her, the icy metal just barely touching her clitoris. It was beautiful. It was amazing.

"Just... just one more time," she muttered.

She smiled as she turned the safety off with a click.

"Now... now we can truly be together."

The gun pressed even deeper inside her. Liquid began to pour out of her slit. Some was clear-more was red. Deeper and deeper she pressed it, until she knew she'd begin to tear skin if she pushed it in any farther. Oh, I just- She pressed it even further in, wincing at the slight pain from the metal making a slight cut in her labia. Wonderful, wonderful...

Slowly, she removed the gun from her mouth and analyzed it. It was now coated in her juices, and her blood. Bringing it to her head, she licked her lips and took it in her mouth once more. Her tongue ran over every edge, every groove, lapping up every bit of the liquid she could. The taste of blood was on it as well. It tasted almost as good. Mmm... I need this...

As she did this, another hoof darted between her legs to pleasure her further. It felt good, but... Only my revolver can truly do it right.

Wait-I wonder...

Rarity took the gun from her mouth and used her magic to let it slowly float down behind her. She lifted up her tail and, wincing, let it enter her anus.

"Oh, oh Celestia!" she gasped. "This is so good!" The gun tore at her flesh, causing numerous small tears to appear within. She could feel a few drops of blood dripping from her. Still, she pressed it in further, causing more and more skin to break. Soon, what first was just a minor cut became what almost felt like a laceration. Oh Celestia, oh Celestia...

Unbeknownst to her, downstairs, a door opened. "Sis! I'm home!" shouted Sweetie Belle.

Rarity couldn't hear. She was trapped her own world. Just her... and her revolver.

"Rarity? Rarity!" came the call.

Still, Rarity couldn't hear. The thumping of hooves on the staircase should have caught her attention, but still, she was lost.

The knock at her door finally caught her attention.

"Sis? I'm coming in!"

Rarity couldn't speak. She could only use her magic to hear the gun from her rump, aghast at what she knew was about to happen.

Sweetie Belle opened the door.

There sat Rarity, holding a blood-soaked revolver with her magic, her rump and her vagina both bleeding profusely.

Rarity froze. The glow of magic around the gun vanished.

The gun fell, hit the ground.

The bullet went off.

In Sweetie Belle's neck appeared a bright red splatter, as more and more blood spurted from it, landing on her sister. The bullet rebounded and hit Rarity, tearing a hole through her stomach. Her intestines spilled out onto the ground, her eyes widening. "Sweetie Belle..." she whispered, "I'm so glad...

The unicorn filly stared, wide-eyed, and toppled over. She tried to speak, but only coughed up blood, landing on her snout.

"You got a chance... to experience life through pain..." Rarity smiled, running a hoof through her entrails. "It's beautiful, isn't it?"

Sweetie sputtered, blood landing on the floor.

"Yes... yes, I know, it is..."

Sweetie twitched one more time, then lay still.

"I know, I know, I know..."

Rarity repeated this to herself again and again as more blood poured out of her.

With her last few seconds, Rarity looked over at the gun. "Thank you, Revolver, for helping my sister... and me..."

Author's Note

I hope you're pleased with yourself.