Rarity's Raspberries

by SwiperTheFox

Rating: mature
Tags: Sad, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Rarity, Sex, Tragedy, Dark
Length: 5540

Rarity deals with her horrible son.

Rarity has to deal with her awful son's mental illness— made even harder by the death of her husband, Big Mac, and her discovery that she can no longer have any more children. Her son, Raspberry, has such weird, un-natural desires towards her that she doesn't know how to even begin to handle. Rarity then made a horrible mistake, but she later vowed to change things around.

I'm re-releasing this— the first fanfic that I ever wrote. I made it way back at the end of last year for use on 4chan's board /b/. I've cleaned up a lot of the writing, but overall it's still a pretty sick and nasty affair. I've also liberally borrowed from this fanfic in terms of my future stories, and so a lot of this will seem really familiar.

I've had a lot of soul-searching about this story. But, in the end, I really feel like it's better to open up one's background with one's issues with mental illness and discuss things outright, even in a fictional setting, than to simply repress it all. As well, I really want "my first fanfic" to be out there online.The very ending of this re-release is different than my past release. This fic here ends in a less realistic but more positive note. Anyways, thanks for reading.

Published 2012-06-07 12:54:01 UTC
Last updated 2012-06-07 12:54:01 UTC

Rarity's Raspberries

Rarity's Raspberries

“Sparkles, sparkles," Rarity said to herself, eying the bright blue dress spread around the table with the intensity of a general surveying his battle plans. “Yes, all they seem to want is sparkles.” But, of course, she is unable to even begin to understand the power of understatement. Not to mention, for goodness sakes, proper color matching… all these red sparkly stars spread along a blue— night blue, no less— bottom! It’s simply unbelievable!

“Hello!” Rarity spun around. She saw that he had that typical look on his face. Moody and bland, perpetually tired, perpetually depressed, always unsure, always off-balance, and always doubting himself… selling himself short… how typical. And how wrong for him to have the weariness of an old gray mare at his age!

“Mom, still working on her dress?” asked her son in his normal monotone. He dropped his large backpack onto the living room rug, and he motioned towards the kitchen.

“Wait, Raspberry, just a moment,” Rarity said, coming over quickly. She eyed all over his whitish blue body, glancing at his cutie marks. Those berries and that open jar always seemed like they were dusty or moldy when he was depressed. “My dear, something clearly has to be the matter. You look like you’re about to cry.”

“I’m not!” he protested, shuffling back. Rarity stared at him. Oh, Raspberry, what is it? It seems like every little thing is a slight to you. It seems like you’re condemned to be so oversensitive and so lonely… so introverted… what do you expect me, your dear mother, to think?

“No, it’s fine. It’s just work," he said. “I don’t particularly get along with the new ponies after all. And today was one of those days when we had to climb up… to go up very high to set up the lights. And,when I stare down, I get so nervous that I can’t do the job. It feels like I’m just a baby to those other ponies, who do work perfectly…”

Rarity's eyes bored into his sides.

“Don’t look at me like that.” He said. “I’m not complaining.”

“Was there something else?” Rarity asked, and she tilted her head— a serious expression on her face.

Raspberry had a blank face. Oh, come on, why can’t you just leave me alone? Alone? I don’t need this stupid smothering embrace from my mother every day. So what? Do you think I like it when I can’t even remember ponies’ names? When I can’t even answer a simple question from them about having a special someone when I’ve never even thought of anypony like that? “Nothing really. I mean, Ivy and Blackberry were talking about going out with some of the prettier ponies. Going to this big party…”

Rarity continued to stare at him. “And? What about that?”

No response.

“Oh, I’ll just never understand you," she replied. She leaned back over at her work, paused for a moment, and trotted off to the other side of the room.

Raspberry walked over to the kitchen. You know that you’re the only cute pony to ever be interested in me at all about anything? Mom? You know that I’ve never had someone that special in my life? You know that I could never talk to a pony as cute as you. Silver Spoon, Twist, Applebloom, and all the rest just call me "gross" and can hardly stand to look at me. He stopped, and then he started to get himself a glass of water.

“Oof!” He heard. He walked over, and saw his mother lying flat on the living room rug.

“I just can’t believe it. And I don’t know why. It’s been so long, and still my shoulder acts up again,” she said, rubbing her side with her hoof. “Be a dear and massage it for me.”

“Sure!” He said. He nestled himself down beside her, and began caressing all along her back. He moved as if to touch her mane, but he reconsidered it— merely rubbing her shoulder vigorously. I can’t believe you don’t notice how badly I want to touch you, Rarity.

“Oh, my dear, you are truly incredible," she said, “and could you just touch along my leg and around the middle of my back a bit more. Excellent work.” Raspberry explored all over her at that moment, yet she didn’t seem to care in the slightest. He could see the ecstasy in her face and hear her beautiful voice from her light moans. He pressed both of his hooves around her body and locked them together on her chest. She had leaned up so close. He breathed in her scent, and he found himself getting more and more intoxicated.

Whoa, I’m getting really hard. He tried to be careful, making sure not to move in a way in which his throbbing colthood would touch her back or her behind. “How are you doing?” he asked, trying to sound neutral.

“Wonderful, my dear! You're such a blessing— please just a few minutes more, around the middle of my back, please,” she cried, going into her sing-song voice that made Raspberries’ heart just melt.

He moved downward, and he carefully tried to migrate ever closer to her breasts. He tucked his hooves so softly into her body. He cupped the edges around her lower back, moving on. I can’t believe you’re letting me do this. She shifted around a little. Seeing that she seemed satisfied, Raspberry moved out of the way to let her flop over. Wow, that was close! He made a sigh of relief that he had kept it all together.

When his hooves accidentally passed over his face, Rarity's loving scent filled him again. “Mom’s… mom’s…” he muttered. Animal instinct taking over, he pressed his hooves to his mouth and licked them while inhaling deeply.

“Raspberry! What are you doing?” Rarity shrieked, indignant. It took only a moment of unspoken silence for her to understand. “Well, you’re certainly… stimulated. And to lick your own hooves like that, so disgusting.”

“Mom!” Raspberry screamed, and he jumped on top of her. His throbbing colthood nestled snugly in between her breasts. Pinned down, she let out a low whimper.

“Mom…” This time, he used an almost seductive murmur. “It’s not very fair to let me touch you all over— your flanks, your hooves, your legs, and your everything else— without knowing what you’re doing”

“Now wait! Wait just a moment! You musn’t do this!” Rarity insisted. Her eyes closed, and her body lay flat on her back with all four of her hooves bent upwards in submission. “Just listen to me, please Raspberry!”

He hesitated. She opened her eyes and looked up at him. She didn’t seem angry, just— overcome. He also had this open expression that she found so warm. His body had perfectly positioned right on top of her, lined up and ready to thrust. He could hear his heart pounding.

“I’m… I’m very sorry," Rarity said softly, giving him a motherly, caring gaze. “It wasn’t right of me to forget your own feelings. It wasn’t right of me to use you like that. But you have to stop. We’re mother and son. It just can’t happen.”

The words just bounced off of him. His eyes feasted on her beautiful body— on what his heart knew as the most beautiful pony in all of Equestria. He could see her struggling for words, struggling still even for what to think.

Then, Rarity just beamed. She felt her animal instincts creeping all over her body. Totally intoxicating tp see you perched over me like that. And you look at me like that, looking just like your father. No, just like when you were a young colt… just like when you needed me so badly… but you’re my little pony. I just shouldn’t even think of it. She realized how hungry her body felt, how she longed for that touch of a stallion after 'Big' Macintosh's passing. She had gotten so deprived over those past several months, and her true feelings deep inside cried out for that passionate touch again. She could bury herself in work, play, and everything else no longer.

“Mom… Rarity… it’s been a long time since you kissed me,” he said. It had. They gazed into each other’s eyes, and Raspberry delicately moved in to kiss her. It felt like a jolt of electricity for them both. Not a moment had passed until she had poured her tongue into his mouth. Their front hooves grasped each other tightly.

Shifting heads back and forth, again and again… bumping up and down… Rarity couldn't believe the joy.

And Rarity felt like a shimmering, depth-less pool to Raspberry that he waded into further and further. And deeper and deeper! It all felt like several lifetimes had gone by.

They suddenly stopped making out. Raspberry hesitated a moment, and then he kissed her soft neck. She let out a delicate squeal, closing her eyes. He kissed all over her neck and then all around her chest. She felt his slurping and his licking— his wetness soaking into her quivering skin. She couldn’t believe how badly she missed it, how badly she now wanted that touch of a stallion.

She looked up, and she saw him shift down. He gazed at her marehood— by then, completely drenched— with the intensity of a starving pony coming upon a buffet. He slurped loudly along her thighs, moving slowly towards her marehood. He kissed all along her outer lips, his tongue running up and down. Then, he moved side to side.

He suddenly stuck his tongue down, getting a good taste of her amazing slit, and he sucked and slurped. Moving upwards, he shifted his body suddenly. He smacked his lips. “Wow! That tasted rather… nice…” he gushed. Rarity squeaked loudly, and she twisted about her head side to side. She looked back at his face and found him snorting in anticipation.

“We’re really going to do… that?” she muttered, feeling overcome with the emotions. Raspberry positioned himself, nestling his throbbing colthood right on top of her marehood

“It’s okay that I’m smaller than sad, right… so much smaller than Mac... as well as surely all the other ones you've slept with in the meantime,” he whispered, probably thinking only to himself. Rarity put her hooves on his chest, motioning wordlessly to him to get started.

Raspberry lined up, and then he held her tightly. He gazed lovingly at her gorgeous face and closed his eyes. Thrust! He felt shudders all over his body. His heart raced even faster than before, which seemed totally unbelievable to him. He nestled himself deeper, little push by little push, and every slight movement pulsed the ecstasy through him.

This is it! Pressed in as deep as he could go, he couldn’t stop the tears from flowing out. He buckled down slightly, pushing his body onto hers, and he whined. Such powerful feelings poured inside his head, feeling as if he had entered another world.

“Oh, my goodness!” He screamed, his tears dripping down onto Rarity’s neck, “It’s so good… I just can’t take it… I can’t take it!

“Is this your first time?” Rarity asked, a note of surprise in her voice.

“Of course, it’s my first time!” He shrieked, closing his eyed tightly. “I just knew it would be with you!” Overcome with raw animal instinct, he braced himself, pulled out slowly, and then he pumped back inside in a matter of seconds. He grinded up and down, and then he pumped again. He just kept moving faster and faster.

His teeth ground against his lips, and the tears kept flowing. “Mom! Mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom," he cried out repeatedly, sounding every more like a metronome.

He suddenly opened his eyes, jumped a bit forward, and grabbed Rarity by her shoulders. She grimaced for a moment, still sore on that right side. “Rarity? May I come?” he spat out.

“Do… do you really want to?” she said, twisting her head back and forth as he worked her. A sudden panic flashed through her eyes— wondering what if Nurse Redheart had told her and Mac wrong so that Rarity was still fertile after all. She felt a soup of emotions inside of her— her motherly instincts, her flashbacks to Raspberry as just a tiny pony, her flashbacks to his father, her fear of what would happen when they ceased being normal mother and son, and other horrible sensations. Mother and son! Mother and son! “Do you really want to come back in the same place you were born from? For your first time?” A wave of repulsion went through her.

“Oh my goodness yes, yes, yes, yes! Yes!” Raspberry screamed, pounding furiously. “In the same place I was born from. The same place. Cum back. To the same place.”

Suddenly, he felt a searing pulse shoot through him. He let out a huge whinny. He bumped himself up, and then he fell down into her tender embrace. His eyes tightly closed again, and then he moved slowly off of her. Rarity panted softly, her eyes focused on him. He watched as a big creamy load dripped out of her pretty pink marehood, with her tail wrapped around her leg.

Rarity noticed the lightly smeared lipstick and makeup on his face, and she smiled. “Looks like you got your cutie mark, she joked.

Raspberry took her hooves in his and then pulled her up into his embrace. With his head over hers, he said, “I love you so much, Mom, and... I… I… I’m sorry…” He sucked in a huge breath.

“Don’t be sorry!” she cried. No, no, no, my son mustn’t think like this! It's not his fault that he felt anything— that he did any of this. “I... I… I’m… I’m honored that you gave your first time to me, my dear. You first orgasm, and I’m so proud…” What am I saying? I’m not making any sense at all… oh, my goodness, what a mess this is!

“Mom,” he said in the same monotone as when he walked through the door, “I’m still… hard…”

She noticed that not only did he seem still just as needy, but his stallionhood seemed even harder— even more throbbing and even longer than before. He still seemed to quiver in anticipation. She had no idea how to go on.

“Mom,” he muttered— moving her head until their eyes locked right at each other, looking face to face, “Can you… I’m sorry… ‘take the lead’ this time…” That one particular word seemed to light a fire through Rarity's insides.

Rarity calmly, with every move measured and delicate, pushed him down on his back. His colthood stuck upwards, pulsing in the air. She nestled herself right on his lap, his colthood right in front of her body and nudging against her belly.

“Raspberry!” Rarity said in a suddenly authoritative voice. “What is this? How can you possibly need to go again… again! Oh, darling, it seems that you can be simply impossible sometimes. Why is it that fate has given such a dignified pony such a pervert for a son?”

“Well, my dear, for you to be so brash and so self-assured to force yourself on your own mother is disgraceful!” Rarity said. Her mischievous grin seemed to stretch from cheek to cheek as she shifted herself on top of him.

“For you to then challenge your own mother with such an improper position,” she murmured. She pressed down, letting just his tip enter her, and she rubbed his chest with her hooves. Raspberry moaned.

“For you to deposit your filthy seed inside of her despite her protests, well," she went on. Another press and a louder moan followed.

“And, then, finally, for you to have the nerve to ask her to pleasure you for a second time... you. Are. Unbelievable.” She thrust herself downward, smacking their bodies together. Raspberry howled.

“So, my dear, it’s time for punishment!” Rarity remarked. She grinded herself left and right, feeling the pulses of pleasure shooing through him, and she tightly clutched his hooves. “It’s time for you to learn your proper place, and how to treat a proper, respectable pony!” As she ground up and down as well as rose ever so slightly only to plunge back down, he made such huge gasps and twisted himself into this odd, hungry-looking face.

Their eyes locked. Rarity’s motherly impulses started flooding into her again, and she tenderly rubbed his mane out of his face. Raspberry tried to speak but could only moan in approval.

“Oh, sweetie, you look so needy,” she cried, digging her hooves deep into his belly, “I suppose it’s just natural for a gracious pony such as myself to relieve you.” Oh my goodness! Just incredible! Just amazing! Rarity let out a soft whine, and then she flipped her head back and forth. Every little bit of his throbbing colthood, all inside of me… The pounding rhythms shot waves of electricity through her womb and out into every inch of her body. She could even feel it in the top of her horn.

All of the touching inside of me, all the touching— touching— touching— and everything with his cock and all of the rubbing... the pure stimulation… the tingly feelings bursting out… She felt like her brains had started to melt. “Oh, Raspberry! Oh,please, don’t you dare stop. Don’t you dare stop for one second.”

He braced himself, unprepared for the surge of emotions. It just kept building and building. He felt his colthood almost growing inside of her. She nestled him inside her so snugly and so tightly. It seemed like he was being sucked in. It all just felt so fantastic to him. Everything was perfect, their rhythms locked totally in sync. She had become so snug and so wet yet so soft and tender on the inside— like millions upon millions of little kisses all up and down and around his colthood. He felt hard as a diamond.

“So, my dear, how does it feel?” Rarity screeched between gasps, pumping down hard. “How does it feel to be with the fairest pony in all of Equestria? How does it feel to be given the greatest honor you could ever have? How does it feel to be the best, prettiest, softest, and most elegant creature you could lay your eyes on?”

Raspberry could only give a guttural scream of approval. Oh, that was it! That! Oh, Celestia! She started clenching up. She milked him, hard. She wanted every last— single— drop out of him. He twisted around and clenched his hooves on her chest.

His mind felt like it was detached, about to be sent to paradise. “Yes! I love it! The cutest, prettiest, softest, nicest, best- better than Celestia! Better than anypony ever. Ever! I love you! I love you! The prettiest pony ever!” Raspberry cried out. Rarity somehow managed to milk him even harder, even tighter. The tightness seemed unbelievable. She made one last final squeeze, pressed down as deeply as possible with him lined up straight into her womb.

And Raspberry just melted inside of her— pouring all of his hot, sticky, white cream inside of her love tunnel. Time stood still. They both felt as if their lives had then become complete. Their hearts told them that some great unbalance had been corrected.

Their screams filled the entire house. Their hooves smacked tightly in each other’s chest— with their manes, their tails, and their everything all completely intertwined. Raspberry frantically gasped for breath as he just— could not— stop— cumming. Rarity seemed to purr, a look of pure satisfaction going across her delicate, beautiful face. Raspberry finally felt empty, as if his sack had gotten deflated and couldn’t have a drop left.

He slowly pulled out once again— gazing lovingly all over her body and also panting hard, looking as if he was about to collapse. Rarity, feeling as if her mind had just been wiped clean and wondering how long until she would recover, picked herself up off of him. Yet she only found him grabbing her back downward and holding her to his side— still pressing hard on her chest with his hooves. He looked so cute to her in his own delicate way with his strained face. She noticed once again her makeup and lipstick smeared all over his face— looking to Rarity almost like a trophy.

She gazed into his eyes, perfectly glazed over with continued pleasure, and then she glanced down to see his colthood still throbbing, still pulsing. As he took his huge breaths in and out, with his face staring back towards her chest, he tilted up his cock— the semen trail oozing off the end.

“What… again?” Rarity cried in a defeated voice. A wave of small thoughts scribbled through her mind that she couldn’t quite put into words. “Please, just… Raspberry… just wait— just let me have a glass of water. Please, just… what is it going to take to get you satisfied?”

“Mom,” he said in his typical monotone, moving his hooves up and gently moving her down. “Mom…” And then he had moved them about face to face. “Can I, please… can I…”

“Oh, my dear, you can just tell me whatever on earth it is,” she said, feeling exasperated but with her motherly instincts still shining through. “We’re too far into this for me to say ‘no’!” She gave a gentle little laugh while shifting her body up, her hooves now holding his.

“Can I use your mouth please?” Raspberry said, moving her down as he spoke until she was standing flat on the ground— his still hungry colthood pointed right at her beautiful face.

“Well, it’s not exactly,” she said, picking up his shaft with her right hoof, “My dear, the most ladylike of positions but—” She softly licked up the shaft like an ice cream cone, and then she kissed the head tenderly. The same kiss I used to put on your forehead before saying goodnight, when you were so very little… “I suppose that it will do for now. If that’s what you really want, Raspberry?”

She began kissing the end over and over again, rubbing the shaft delicately with her hoof. Her tongue slurped around— little bit by little bit. The very un-ladylike slurping and wet smacking noises irritated her. Like I’m gorging myself on cake while nopony is watching, I suppose… such vulgar sounds!

To her sudden surprise, he grabbed her head with his hooves. She felt terrified for a moment, fearing that undignified plunging motion sure to come with his colthood shoved down her throat. But, no, he held her tightly, moving his colthood out of her mouth. He rubbed his face around her unkempt hair.

She noticed him almost— cooing, it sounded like. He then moaned faintly. “Mom,” he said, this time with a lot of courage in his voice as if he was finally turning from a impish teenager to a full-fledged stallion, “I want to use your mane.”

“You… you… what? What!” she said, trying to bring out her feelings of indignity in her voice. Yet she sounded defeated. My wonderful, delicate, soft blue hair… how could he— no, wait— why would he ask for such a thing? As Raspberry stared blankly at her face, she stopped herself. Rarity let out a faint chuckle.

It’s a bit late to back out now, isn’t it? Not when I’m given him everything else I could give, not when it’s him… it’s something I’d never let any pony do. Yet what does it matter, since he’s far from just ‘any pony’. I can’t believe it but, I just feel like… I can’t say no, not to him… She made up her mind, making a reluctant moan.

“Yes, Rarity announced suddenly, and she obligingly lowered her head. He moved his colthood into her locks. She felt such a strange sensation, bringing up such strange emotions. “Mom, oh, Mom... yes, yes, please... oh, my goodness... oh, my, Mom…” he groaned as he rubbed his stiff colthood along her hairline. He moved softly into place. Rarity could see her delicate mane so oddly wrapped around his lower body, with his colthood poking out of a thick tuft.

Raspberry rubbed up, rubbed down, and rubbed around any direction he could think of. It felt like nothing he could describe. Such a pure pleasure, such an odd pleasure… such tingly feelings, such little explosions of pleasure going off at once… All those touches, all those little massages taking place over every last bit of his colthood, seemed so absolutely amazing. Then, the slow, steely emotional rise building up inside his body suddenly flared up.

“That’s it! I’m going to go again!” Raspberry cried out, a little less loudly than the two times before— yes— but with a finality and passion that Rarity hadn’t heard before. She quickly looked up, and she watched as his sticky white streaks shot through her mane. This frustrating, itchy, scratchy, dark feeling flooded inside her. Oh— oh, my goodness— how disgusting!

She looked back at Raspberry only to see him collapse down onto the soft rug under them. He seemed to strain to even hold his eyes open. “I love you, Mom, love you so much,” her son squeaked out.

Rarity, her motherly instincts kicking in immediately, nestled her head and hoof next to him. “Of course, I love you too, Raspberry!” He gazed back at her, looking so happy and yet still so vulnerable like a foal again. “You’ll always be my prince,” she said, and Raspberry reacted to her charms perfectly. She could see this feeling of warmth going through his soul as he nodded off.

“Oh. My. Goodness!” Rarity barked. “A glass of water! At the very least, I deserve a glass of water” She galloped over to the kitchen, pouring herself one immediately. She shot a hateful look at her cum soaked hair. Please, please, please— let that wash out quickly!

“Spike is going to have a heart attack when he hears about this,” Raspberry murmured, turning over in his slumber.

Rarity spit the water out onto the wall.

Two weeks later…

Rarity stared at the wall. Her hooves wandered over atop the stacks of dishes, but she could barely touch anything. She felt totally numb. She knew that he would be there any second. She could already feel Raspberry's horribly cold, clammy hooves rubbing up against her sides

Rarity looked down at her reflection in the toaster. Her skin looked so palely white like a ghost. She glared at her bloodshot eyes, color seeming to drain out of her pupils every second. She then looked over at her body. Her hair had become coarser, and her once happy, bouncy disposition had faded.

Rarity grimaced as she thought back to nights past. She felt his throbbing colthood rubbing up against his flank as well as his horrible, disgusting breath going up her face. He was going to grab her by the backside again, walking in like he was the ‘colt of the house’. He had taken into that role already so well, and it just sickened her.

Raspberry, that indignant monster of a son, just wants to take his father’s role as if poor Mac had never existed. Rarity’s mind flashed back to her late husband rubbing her close, and she teared up a little. Mac was so unlike his son. He was warm. He was gentle. He was caring. He was thoughtful.

Rarity heard the door open. She already smelled the horrible cheap alcohol coming off of Raspberry’s neck. He’ll want some ‘evening service’, of course. He’ll want me to keep on the apron as well. He’ll bathe my mouth with his filthy liquid, and then he’ll aim for my mane… Rarity cried further. She flashed back to the week before as another stallion had rode her flank while Raspberry had erupted inside her long blue locks. She had bitten down hard on the ball-gag they made her wear. So undignified!

“H-h-h-hi, m-mom,” Raspberry moaned, and Rarity heard him slinking over step by step closer, “H-h-ow wash yer day?” He let out a burp. “Mahine wash ah l-little frash-trating…” He sniffed. “So, camhere…” He lurched over. “Gahve mah sum sugar…”

Rarity glared down at the bowl of powdered sugar below her. She cried out, “Oh, darling, no problem!” She spun around and smashed the bowl against his head.

Strawberry crumpled back and let out an angry growl, white stuff spilling everywhere. Rarity smiled, but the color drained from her face as the stallion stood up. Pure, white hot rage poured off of his face.

“Darling, let me explain,” Rarity moaned. Raspberry stepped forward, and Rarity crumpled against the counter.

Rarity shut her eyes tightly as his son raised his hoof. Yet he didn't smack her. He didn't say a word. He simply froze like one of those gargoyles atop a Canterlot library, locked in perpetual anger across their face.

"Darling?"

Tears shot out down his cheeks, and he immediately shrunk down into a fetal position. He wrapped his body in his hooves, his head shaking, and Rarity perched over him. She saw wave after wave of emotion fly across his fur.

"I'm so sorry," he whimpered. "So sorry for everything. I can't believe it all. I'm... I'm..."

She put a hoof upon his forehead, but he immediately slid himself away. She bit her lip, trying not to cry as well and hoping to look strong. I'm a parent. A mother. Have I forgotten all that?

"I'm a monster," he went on. "I'm less than half of what a stallion should be. I can't remember names, addresses, birthdays, faces, or any of that. I have to have my hoof held in crowded places. I shiver and hang my mouth open, mind getting wiped clean, when the loud noises and bright, flashing lights go on. I can barely even remember the way home! I can't take care of myself. I'm horrible. I just parasite myself upon you. And that's it, all I'm good for!" He smashed his hooves against the floor tiles, shooting cracks across them. "I should be dead."

"No," Rarity responded.

"Dead!"

"No!" She picked him up, holding him in a sitting position. He looked straight at her, her tender expression almost pouring straight into her soul. "You're sick. That's all. Sick. Only it's not like some kind of cold or flu or anything like that. It's different." She sighed. How could I have been so blind to have missed out on this before? How could I have just indulged in all his fantasies, not understanding that I should have gotten him help? "It's a sickness of your mind." And I just sat by and pretended as if everything was normal after your father died. I treated it no different in your mind as if one of our potted plants had died. I'm the monster.

He nodded. He wanted to argue with her, but he knew deep down that they could never keep on going with what they had been doing. Those unnatural things would destroy them both, ruining their lives forever.

"You're going to get up, get your things, and you're going straight to Twilight's library," Rarity declared, still trying to put on a caring tone to her voice. She had to make him understand the seriousness— the fact that she couldn't tolerate his behavior anymore.

"Twilight?"

"She works with Freudian Slip," Rarity went on, "that talented stallion will help you. Just like he's helped patient after patient. We both know that it's in your best interests to have all of your problems looked at by a profession. It absolutely would be in your own best interests to be an institutional setting, a place where they can care for you directly."

"You're going to..." He stood up straight, running his hooves through his mane. He took a deep breath, his crying coming to an end. He nodded.

"We'll go," Rarity said, not even pack his things but heading with him outside. "You can talk to Twilight yourself. But I'll be there in the other room." Because I did so much, I'll have to explain to Twilight afterward that I'm far from blameless. I have to explain that I'm not merely your victim. We're both victims here. We both did something very wrong.

"If you leave me in some kind of 'home' or something," he began. They walked through the empty Ponyville streets, Twilight's library looking not too far up ahead. Raspberry didn't finish his sentence. He didn't need to. They both understood.

"I'm never, ever going to abandon you," Rarity said. She had never meant anything any more strongly in her entire life except for her wedding vows to Mac. She couldn't use Mac's absence as an excuse, but she understood that she'd have to deal with it in a way that she hadn't before. She felt ready. She turned to Raspberry, still looking worried, and she leaned in closer. "You'll always be my prince."

He made a weak smile.

The End