Donny knocked on the door impatiently, irritated that he should be there. Why would a young donkey like him have to work? That was just unfair, but there was no arguing with Matilda. It didn't help in making him like it, though the very thought of having to work for a pony, and on top of that it was no one but Rarity herself, known for her drama and constant whining complaints at all things 'uncouth'', a label she was certain to give to a donkey like him...
„Welcome to the Carousel Boutique...oh, you must be the boy Matilda sent to help me out.” Rarity's voice, shifting from a pleasant welcome to cold and businesslike statement made Donny realise that he got caught up in his thoughts enough to not notice the door being opened by the white-coated fashion pony.
„Yeah, that's me. You're Rarity, right?”
Rarity looked at the donkey boy, sizing him up. Matilda certainly knew well how to please. He was young, perhaps he would go to school with Sweetie Belle, if he wasn't a donkey. Because of this, the elongated form of his species was not yet reprehensible. His eyes were bright, wide open and burning with youthful energy, visible even more due to his obvious irritation. The boy's snout was pleasantly round and smooth, and Rarity's mind raced to imagine its touch. His dark, shaggy mane suggested some sort of fierceness - it would look much more naturally if it was swept with wind. His legs were slender and energetic, as if every moment spent standing in one place was wasted to them. His body, while rather dirty, had that unique gleam suggesting health and vast amounts of vigor so typical of immature, innocent ones. Rarity let her eyes devour the supple flank of the boy for a few silent seconds, before finally answering, noting his impatient glare.
„It's MISS Rarity”, she said with a hint of offense. „Please come in, I'm much grateful that you came here, she added then, in a much warmer, even friendly tone.
Donny was not the smartest donkey around, and he was too caught up in self-pity to see anything wrong with the curtains being shut tightly. Or Rarity locking the door behind him, and the fact that she led him right past what seemed to make most of her boutique, to what seemed like her bedroom. Nevertheless, there were some dresses and gowns in large boxes on the bed.
„Would you kindly help me move that, darling? Just do what I say, and take care, those are very precious articles.”
„Uhm.”
Donny went to work, determined to finish this as quickly as possible, not even bothering to ask why she had him do such a dumb errand she could do better with her magic. He took one box, and started moving with it to the stairs. It was rather unwieldy and heavier than expected, and soon he started to sweat and breathe heavily. He was just next to the stairs and wondering how he's going to bring that down, when he suddenly slipped, or maybe trippde over something. The box went flying with a horrible noise and what seemed like the sound of fabric tearing. He felt somepony pushing him aside and saw the Rarity rushing to see the mess.
Downstairs, Rarity looked with amusement at the box and the old dresses she torn up with her magic. She grinned omniously before turning to the embarassed donkey boy on the top of the stairway.
„Look at what you've done, you clumsy, brutish donkey,” she said, her voice full of anger and scorn. She went up slowly, and noted with joy that she caused some remorse in him. Donny was staring at the ground and trying to apologise, stuttering to the point of being incomprehensible. Good, thought Rarity, he completely fell for it. Didn't notice any magic. Very good, she thought, barely containing her immense pleasure at his shame and the sense of power already kicking in. She slapped him across the face, not strongly, but nevertheless she made him flinch in surprise and almost fall over.
„Worthless and uncouth. Just to be expected from a donkey stripling like you!”
„I'm sorry, Rari-”
„And it's MISS Rarity! After all of this, you still have the audacity to interrupt your betters?! You good-for-nothing, filthy abomination.” Rarity grabbed Donny by the chin, the boy now being on the verge of breaking into tears. „Do you have ANYTHING to say in your defense?!” The donkey was silent, too afraid to say anything to the scary pony lady he wronged. Rarity sighed and let him go. „Just as I thought. Nothing.” She glared at him, and let go of some of the enraged appearance, though the control it gave her of the situation made her vision clouded with pleasure.
„Come with me,” she said in an authoritative voice. „I can fix this, but you need to learn your lesson, boy.” She grabbed him by the ear and led to her bedroom. A bedroom, which, Donny now realised, had all the curtains drawn, with the only dim light coming from the bedside lamp. The air was smelling funny, somewhat...musky? It made him feel dizzy.
„Now, put this on", said Rarity authoritatively, interrupting Donny's train of thought. Holding with her front hoof what seemed to be a bridle.
„What?! NO!,” protested Donny, regaining some of his composure. „No way in Hell I'm going to wear this! „
Perfect, thought Rarity. Audacious and untamed. Just like she liked them, she thought with glee as warmth started coursing through her body and her marehood started to tingle pleasantly. She bit her lip and approached the donkey, stretching every syllable dripping with arousal. „If you're not going to be an good little foal, I'll just have to make you one. You'll learn to obey soon enough,” she said as she let her horn glow and magic lifted the bridle from her hoof, while she approached Donny.
„I don't want to-,” Donny managed to say before he got slapped on the face for the second time, but this time before he could react he felt the white mare's hooves wrap around his neck, and to his surprise despite their soft smoothness that made a shiver cross his body, they locked him in a grip that felt like a collar. He could not move and soon the bridle was placed firmly on his snout and Rarity was holding the reins as she positinoed herself behind him, toying with the rein in one hoof, pulling the donkey boy's head to her with increasing strength, while the other hoof was wandering seemingly without aim on the boy's body, feeling the tightening muscles under his skin and savouring the twitches and groans from the boy every time Rarity was pressing a more sensitive spot.
Donny started panting, feeling the pony's body pressing with his, grinding at his back in a way that made him arch, delicate hoof stroking his little body to finally find a spot it particularly liked, his flank, which it caressed in a way that made the donkey fell a creeping warmth in his privates. Then, as if she felt the heat, Rarity moved her hoof to his crotch, and the very touch made him moan with shameful pleasure. She pulled the rein and now their heads were close together. He closed his eyes, trying to think of something else, not the dirty things, adults didn't like when he knew about dirty things... The pony started whispering into his ear, making pauses to grind herself against his flank and purr with lust. „Dirty boy...aren't you? Ashamed...but you like this, don't you? You would love to be civilised...disciplined...by someone older...don't you?”
Donny's mind, torn between pleasure and guilt, cleared up a bit. Rarity's voice dripped like poison, and he understood just what sort of „discipline” would be enacted, with all the reins, touching of his privates and Rarity's insistent rubbing against him... He shook his head in disagreement, and felt the rein loosening. For a moment. Then Rarity pulled it so strongly that Donny stood on his hind legs, hanging on the rein and choking on the bridle. He saw Raity move in front of him, her horn glowing.
„Oh, you don't want to,” she said as the rein pulled Donny and made him walk until he was pushed to a wall. He felt magic pin his front hooves to the wall. He couldn't move away. „You'll change your mind. I can be very generous to those who serve me well, you'll see...”
As she said it, Rarity approached Donny and pushed her own body towards his, embracing him, letting the warmth of his body flow through her. She was taller, and she exploited that now to smell his mane and peck delicately at his ears, sending a spasm through his body and making his boyhood stiff. Then the pony lowered herself, and wrapped her hoof around his erect shaft. He moaned instantly, and Rarity grinned with glee. „Just look at you, darling”, she said as she looked up to his wide open eyes and half-shut mouth twisted with a mix of pleasure and shame. He'll yet learn to appreciate her gifts. Then, she started rubbing it slowly.
It was pleasure like no other Donny experienced. No touch in that place could size up to Rarity's delicate strokes that made his legs limp. His heart was racing as she gradually increased the pace, and his mind started to go blank. Soon he was reduced to the throbbing shaft lusting for more and more of Rarity's touch more blissful than the softest velvet, and yet wielding him with the domineering firmness of a conqueror. It send shivers through his loins, and his legs spread unwittingly, leaving him entirely defenseless, vulnerable to whatever caress or pain the mare would like to inflict upon him. He wanted to defend, but his body, enraptured by the sensation, betrayed him and surrendered itself to its new holder. Soon, the donkey felt something, something strange, a sort of arousal he never felt before, build up in him. As if he was going to explode. All his muscles were tense, and his flanks tightened, propelling his cock a little forward as if they wanted to aid Rarity in pleasuring him. Yes, he was going to erupt.
And then Rarity let go.
He stood there, still pinned to the wall, realising his entire body had been twitching and that he moaned. He breathed heavily, looking at the delighted Rarity with disbelief and sweating on his whole body.
„Now, we don't want to make it too easy, do we? An obedient donkey needs to be patient,” said Rarity, drunk with power. „Do not worry. I'll make you cum now,” she said as she resumed stroking, sending Donny into a new fit of impatient trembling. He was now gasping excitedly, but Rarity went much slower this time, turning every movement into a collection of delicate movements, making Donny almost lose his mind in the exciting sensation as he felt it building up again, much stronger this time.
„Or maybe not,” she giggled, suddenly letting go again. She watched with arousal as the donkey's entire body begged for more of her boons, and she felt her mare juices flowing as she witnessed the aching shaft and hips spasming in a primal impulse to discharge. „You are such a lusty little boy,” she said with a sweet, mellow voice that made Donny's cock raise a bit. „You want this SO much, don't you?”
„YES! YES!” Donny screamed in response. He was on the edge. The pleasure in his crotch developed into pain. It was unbearable. Any notions of shame or pride went out of the window. „MAKE ME COME, PLEASE!”
„Then tell me, who's your mistress.” She put a hoof to the tip of his shaft, stroking it enought to keep him aroused and on the verge of cumming violently, but not enough to actually have him do it, throwing him into a state of reckless abandon worthy of a fanatically devoted servant.
„YOU ARE! PLEASE, JUST DO IT!”
„Then say this. I live to serve Miss Rarity, and I am only her boy slut.”
„I LIVE TO SERVE MISS RARITY AND I AM ONLY HER BOY SLUT!”
Rarity licked her lips and started stroking again, even slower than before. These words made her marehood wet, she felt her own hips giving in to primal instincts and noticed breath become heavier as her heart started racing. She looked with delight at the little being in her power, completely dependent on her whims, and kept stroking. But then, suddenly, he came. All over her.
In the shock, Rarity let go of magic holding Donny's legs and reins. Surprised, he fell to the floor beside her, still panting and groaning from what remained of the undescribable bliss of cumming. But soon he felt something pull his hair.
„Look at what you've done!” said Rarity in a voice he already heard today. She pointed to her belly, neck and thighs, and he noticed his glistening semen covering them. He stared absentmindedly in bewilderment, unable to comprehend how this much could be inside him. The mode of thinking impaired by the exhaustion made him process Rarity's words only after a second or two.
„Now you'll clean me. With your mouth.”
„No. No,” he protested over the laborious exhalations. This was gross. Unnatural. Plain wrong. He stared at the pony in defiance. She got what she wanted. She humiliated him, made him say things he never thought of. He stood up shakily and ground his legs into the floor. Rarity's eyes lit up as she witnessed this act of defiance. The boy's steadfast gaze, stern expression, every muscle tensed and ready to struggle for his dignity. Wonderful, she thought as she felt the tensing of her own muscles and the wetness of hot sperm trickling down her body. Just perfect, thought Rarity as she approached the donkey on her hind legs, her horn lighting up with magic. The reins pulled him to her despite his muffled protests, and she quickly wrapped her hoof around the back of his neck, caressing the mane for a second before pressing the donkey's snout against her body with force that crushed any objection he might have had. She lowered her head and whispered, „now lick it.” A few more presses, and a spank with a whip she fetched from the corner with her magic that made the donkey whimper soon turned the noises of protests into sucking and an occasional subdued groan of disgust at the taste of his own seed.
The donkey's tongue progressed over Rarity's body, directed by her hoof, and she savoured every wet stroke across her belly, neck and thighs. He was inexperienced, but the warmth of it, and genuine effort put into it after a few more strong spanks that made him wince in pain, made up for it. Rarity lost herself in groans of delight, pressing the foal's mouth against her ever stronger. Mare juices started dripping from between her legs as she closed her eyes and pictured herself as a Queen, receiving her daily service from her devoted love-slave, taking what rightfully belonged to her as his better, showing him his place, his role composed of serving his betters, ah, soon she'll make him understand that the highest he could aspire to is giving her pleasure, but then, she was a good Queen, wasn't she caring and gracious to her loyal subjects? She would yet bestow upon him gifts he would never dream of, he would love and worship her, this was only the beginning, he'll learn to love the leash...
She moaned with arousal, and delivered a few more spanks, that made the donkey's flank red as he shook in pain while trying to lick her clean. Rarity smiled and looked at the boy's head, which she promptly grabbed and directed to the spot between her legs, not giving him much choice as she drove his mouth to her lips. It took more force to get him actually lick it, and he surrendered only after Rarity resorted to pulling his hair to the point of pain. But it sure was worth it. It felt like a flame was consuming her marehood. A wave of heat spread across Rarity's body, and unwittingly she lifted her leg and wrapped it around the donkey boy's neck, to push him even closer, biting her lip as the donkey's snout rubbed between her legs and his tongue was obediently doing its bidding, pleasing her longing, insatiable cunt. Soon she was trembling in ecstasy and lost in moans as his warm breath steamed on her loins and the tongue stimulated her inside. She tightened the grip, exercising her power over the new colt-toy. „Yes!” she screamed as she felt the orgasm crash through her like a wave of heat, breaking all barriers, flooding the inside of her marehood and splashing on the donkey's mouth as she pulled him towards her cunt so strongly that he could not breathe anymore. She let him go as she finished, and slumped with her back against the wall, barely conscious from the bliss and the power trip. The donkey was laying on the floor, gasping for breath with his muzzle soaked in Rarity's mare juice.
Finally, after what might have been a minute of silence interrupted by noises of satisfaction and shameful, half-crying panting, Rarity got up and sauntered to the little donkey with a smile. „I am so proud of you. You were one tireless servant. Here's your reward”, she said as she moved herself closer to him and gave him a passionate kiss. Donny went dizzy. Rarity's mouth was so delicate, her lips flaming with desire, her tongue twitching inside his mouth. He unwittingly moved his head forward, and Rarity locked him in an embrace, as if she wanted to drain him. It was heavenly. The donkey boy surrendered himself entirely, praying that this reward from His Mistress would last forever. He felt like he was ready to do anything for it to be repeated...then he realised whom he was kissing and pushed Rarity away violently, and successfully thanks to the suddenness of it.
She stared at him with disappointment. „Perhaps I was too quick in believing I am done with you. Proud donkey, aren't you? I will have to change this,” she said with little regret as her horn lit up.
„Stand up,” said Rarity in a voice that could stand no objection. But there was no reaction. The donkey was still on the floor, with an expression of defiance on his face. Not going to move anywhere soon on his own volition – except maybe outside. Rarity gazed at him coldly, smirking at the prospect of another challenge. She grabbed his chin, looking him deeply in the eye. He was simmering with silent anger that could express itself only in passive resistance. She grabbed him by the hair, and though he winced in pain, there was no further reaction. „I SAID,” the pony uttered through clenched teeth, excited with the possibility to exercise her power over him so physically, „STAND UP.” She increased the pull, and slowly the donkey gave in, whining with pain as a tuft of hair or two were ripped out of his mane. But Rarity got what she wanted. She smiled and slapped the donkey's flank, which sent him quivering.
„Good boy,” she murmured as she positioned herself behind him, leaning over his back and caressing his flank with her cool, porcelain-like hoof. Then, she stopped and Donny turned his head to see what was happening behind him. He gasped with shock as he witnessed Rarity adjusting some sort of harness with her horn. It was now resting on her loins, and she was pouring some sort of...liquid over it? No, he realised shocked, not on the harness...on the THING protruding in front of it. Donny turned red as he was observing the unnatural thing, an artificial, erect stallionhood. He recognised the simlarity to what rested between his loins, and it made him turn red in embarassment and fear. There was something so fundamentally wrong about the thing, its falsity and coldness of a thing fashioned to serve as a mockery of nature between a mare's legs. He could not help but protest and shout with disgust. He would run, but Rarity's horn was already done with fixing the abomination in its place. Her magic had no problem with keeping Donny's four legs where they stood.
„Afraid, are you?” giggled Rarity as she started liberally applying the lubricant to the donkey's virgin butt. „But wouldn't it be only right for me to be superior in e v e r y field?” She heard the donkey pant with what was now pure fear. She put one hoof on his flank, and noticed with glee that even there she could feel the furious beating of his little heart, pumping hot blood across the whole body in a futile attempt to facilitate escape. She pressed upon his back with her cold hoof to expose better the adorable flank glistening with lubricant, and slid in.
Donny immediately let out a scream. It was the worst pain he experienced, as if an icicle was slid between his flanks. It was bloodcurdling, the abhorrent, obscene thing inside of him, rubbing at his innards, making him go dizzy and nauseous. Rarity made slow progress, sliding in only a bit more during every thrust accompanied by her lustful purring and Donny's fervent cries of pain. But this slowness only made him feel worse, perhaps he would bear it better if Rarity let the mock stallionhood rage through him like a firestorm – but instead the cruel pony elected to make her slave feel pain, every push bringing a slow agony as if something was slowly expanding within Donny like freezing water, rupturing him from the inside.
And soon there came something else. With horror, Donny felt his own loins burning with the fire of arousal, as if his body was somehow stimulated by this dreadful overturning of nature. He shut his eyes tight and concentrated on making it stop, but it did not help. Tears rolled up in his eyes as the donkey felt his shamefully desecrated spot go a bit numb. Under Rarity's masterful touch, his back arched and shivered with pleasure and his treacherous flanks started to sway, inviting their tormentor to keep going. But worst of all, without any touch, his shaft started aching, as if it wanted to keep up with Rarity's abominable tool. Donny started sobbing. He was filthy. His own body preferred to be in the power of the cold-hearted, cruel pony rather than to obey him. Soon, the donkey broke into tears.
Meanwhile, Rarity was getting soaked with arousal. She always loved this, the writhing, youthful body in front of her, the wiggling soft flanks, the arched back, the mane flowing as the boy threw back his head again and again in a spasm of pain and pleasure, or on behest of the pony's commandeering hoof pulling the rein stronger. He was covered with sweat. Burning. Writhing like a flame in throes of ecstasy. Rarity observed the spectacle of Donny's body from above, eyes wide open, mare juices flowing richly from between her legs, a pulse of arousal coursing through her with every thrust, making her skin shiver.
And then she heard Donny cry. Cry like a hurt foal. It was a geniune weep. It got her excited into a state of heavenly agitation as she felt she was getting closer and closer to breaking him... She leaned to him, continuing to go back and forth, and whispered, toying with a strand of his mane as she asked him, „are you ashamed of yourself?” She noted with pleasure that the boy nodded weakly, tears now flowing richly as his sobbing grew too strong for him to formulate an answer. Being closer to him, she could feel his arousal, the source of his shame. „You don't like this, very, very much, don't you,” she continued with a sweet, soothing voice. Another nod. „But this is what it's going to be from now on. You need to learn your place...I can teach you...to love it. You just need to surrender yourself...to me.” Donny's crying increased, making Rarity go insane with desire as her front legs started caressing his body madly. „Will you,” she asked, and Donny had no choice but to nod – after his own body betrayed him so disgracefully, what other choice did he have but to give himself up to the one whose bidding it now did? „You'll be a good little donkey who obeys Miss Rarity, will you?” A nod. „You are not lying now, like you were before?” Donny shook his head and wept loudly, letting go of any hope.
„Perfect”, said Rarity as she quickened the pace. The donkey threw himself into a new fit of ecstasy, eagerly longing for more of Rarity's boons. Which she happily provided. Soon, the sobbing was joined by Donny's moans of pleasure and pain. Rarity also started moaning, feeling the greater tempo cause more rubbing to her marehood. They worked in perfect synchronicity, Rarity's thrusts welcomed by Donny's longing body. Both felt the orgasm was nearing. But the donkey was quicker, discharging himself with a painful groan turning into a sigh, going still in a moment of his most awful pleasure. Rarity kept going, and to his surprise she pulled the rein stronger, making them both go a few steps back. „You keep making a mess here,” noted the pony. „Clean it off...while I am still...busy,” she commanded, slowly losing control of her voice in the intense pleasure. And to her arousal, he obeyed almost immediately, licking off his still hot sperm off the carpet, interrupted only by his occasional distressed sobs, or Rarity throwing him off balance. The sight of her new toy being broken drove the pony over the edge, and as she leaned forward, pushing his head into the carpet despite his resigned weeping, she finally came, mare juice soaking her loins with a rapturous tide. She made one final push into the donkey with her trembling hips, and pulled out, collapsing on the floor, shaking with subsiding ecstasy. Rarity removed the strapon, then closed her eyes and finished the job with her hoof, thrashing with pleasure and losing herself in the moans. After that, the room fell silent for the second time.
Finally, the pony stood up and sauntered to the sprawled donkey. She lifted him delicately and helped him move to her bed, where he fell, exhausted and aching. Rarity laid next to him, locking him in what surprised Donny to be a soft, caressing embrace. The pony's cool, soft body felt divine, and Donny happily gave in to Rarity's form enveloping him. She started to wipe his tears, and gave him a few soft kisses on the cheek, her cold, blue eyes now lit up with some sort of affection. The donkey mumbled in bliss as his mistress started petting his mane, still not letting go of him. He wrapped his front legs around her neck and buried his head in Rarity's snow-white chest. She purred appreciatingly at the warmth of his snout, and sent a shiver down his spine with a stroke. Then, she started kneading his flank, easing its pain a little after the punishment it went through, with delicate but resolute strokes. Donny moaned, and Rarity felt him get hard again, the fever between his loins stinging at her midsection. She kissed him on the forehead, and whispered, „you want more of Miss Rarity, don't you?” He lifted his head to look her in the eye. His gaze, that of a true believer enraptured in a religious trance, was a reply in itself. Rarity leered and let go of him, then with a firm push turned him so that he lay on his back. She admired the erect, juvenile shaft, the vulnerable belly, the exposed throat and the eyes burning with passionate surrender for a moment, then she mounted him without hesitation.
The initial sensation made Donny gasp, open his eyes wide and arch himself upwards, for a moment his mind went blank as his boyhood was allowed between Rarity's statuesque hips and got enveloped in her soft, wet and craving marehood. And then, Rarity started going up and down, her hips trembling with lust. Donny was thrilled, and he welcomed his own loins thrusting upwards, eager for more of the heavenly boons. His breath quickened, and he started sweating. Despite the exhaustion, he felt yet another wave of heat build up in him, and he lost himself in moans of joy as the alabaster pony kept increasing the tempo in which she was riding him. His mind went blank as he gazed upon his new Goddess on top of his unworthy body, bestowing upon him a gift he could never possibly dream of.
Rarity was similarly lost in throes of elation. What the boy's undeveloped shaft couldn't do, the power trip did. Rarity watched the donkey's body writhe, every twitch an offering to her. His eyes were begging for more. She started sweating herself as she quickened the pace, her hips soaking wet and shaking at this point. Soon her purring turned into moans and panting, and she felt her marehood ache for more. Every touch of the young donkey's hips was burning Rarity's body with new waves of lust. Soon she felt the donkey discharge into her, and she lost her mind over the sensation of semen filling her marehood on the inside with hot splashes; she lett out a lustful groan, bit her lip almost painfully, and threw her head back as she pressed her hips against Donny even harder, ever longing for more. But she still wasn't satisfied. With her eyes closed, Rarity caught the donkey's exposed neck with her hooves, and pressed him into the bed to gain more leverage in satisfying her insatiable marehood. She felt the donkey's body spasm under her, and went on, now driven to screaming as the stiff shaft of her slave continued doing its work inside her. Feeling she was about to come, Rarity started thrashing madly on top of Donny, caring for nothing but easing her own lust. And then, finally, after what seemed like an age worth of torment, deep down, the surge of pleasure began. Rarity let out a final moan as she felt the irresistible sensation erupt, devouring all of her in a wave of pure bliss.
She let go of Donny and slid off him, her marehood releasing juices all over their loins as she pulled out Donny's still stiff dick. She fell to the bed, exhausted, and stared at the ceiling, breathing loudly and heavily. She would need the donkey to clean her again, and after uttering a soft, tired „come here” she waited for him. But the disobedient donkey didn't come. Perhaps she used him up for today, she thought, but then, he would need learn to be tireless. Rarity sighed and got up to lean above the donkey with an impatient glare. „Tired, aren't you? Your service isn't over, slave,” she said, looking down.
Staring upwards were the still, glassy eyes of Donny, fixed at some faraway point. His mouth was open and a trickle of drool was dripping from its corner. His face was a ghastly pale, and the neck had a sickly purplish colour around the spots where Rarity held it in her ecstatic fury. He was covered with lots of sweat. The lovely mane turned into strands stuck together with perspiration. Donny's chest was still. The body was still warm.
Rarity didn't scream. She just backed away from the corpse, eyes wide in disbelief. She strangled him. By accident. She started trembling. Then she fell to the floor and wept uncontrollably, not like her usual self, but with quiet, spasmodic sobs that shook her entire body. What did she do to deserve this? Wasn't she trying to be good to her little donkey? What was wrong with her gifts that it killed him? What was wrong with her that SHE killed him? She couldn't find an answer. She gave in to half-awake, exhausted crying.
Finally, after what could be an hour or a minute, the grief subsided enough for Rarity to get up. She approached the corpse as it was growing colder. There was something...distressingly beautiful and statuesque in its stillness, as if by extinguishing him Rarity achieved the aim of making Donny into something not brutish. The pony stared, disgusted at herself. She moved to the donkey's face, and as she was closing his eyes she was pondering the meaning of his final expression. Was it awe? Fear? Abandon? Rarity stroked the dead donkey's cheek, only to withdraw her hoof in disgust – the warmth Donny had, the heat that gave him this lively glow, disappeared, replaced with chilling coldness. Rarity wept again as the realisation of what wonderful foal she broke struck her. Now he was unable to oppose her. His body belonged entirely to her. Wasn't that what she wanted from the beginning?
***
A few hours later, Rarity was sitting downstairs, wrapped tightly in her warmest dressing-gown, holding between her hooves a cup of hot coffee. She stared blankly at the late afternoon sun over the horizon. She didn't care for anything. She had things to reconsider about herself, and an entire night to ponder. Sweetie Belle was on a sleepover. Matilda cleaned up the mess and left just a few minutes ago. At least this worked just as Rarity wanted, she knew Matilda was considering „special services,” even if they caused two casualties so far, a fair price for turning a blind eye to her „activities.” „Be a donkey”, „be rich enough to be respected” and „have a business you can admit having” was a pick-two deal. But this was of little import to Rarity right now. She was torn between self-reproach and self-pity.
The silent, mournful pondering wasn't interrupted by the sound of door opening, only an „um. Hello Rarity...I hope you don't mind...” finally managed to break her out of stupor. In front of her was standing Fluttershy. „Um. I was walking nearby and I saw...” she started, but Rarity interrupted her.
„What do you want” said the snow-white pony.
„I was just, um...”
„I'm really not in the mood for witnessing you formulate a thought as we are talking,” stated Rarity frigidly and returned to staring at the sun.
„But Rarity...this is imp-”
„Was I unclear, Fluttershy? Get out. I would like to be l e f t a l o n e.”
The utter, cold fury of the last statement made Fluttershy whimper and back away, but only for a moment. Then she furrowed her brow, made a step forward and with a fiery, angry voice that was about as close as Fluttershy could get to shouting, she responded:
„Rarity! What are you thinking! I saw Matilda with those plastic bags, leaving your house! What's the meaning of this?! I came here to cheer you up because of those horrible rumours about you, and you do strange things and act like the coldest, most evil pony I ever knew! What is wrong with you, Rarity?!”
Rarity went stiff for a second upon hearing this, but then she sighed, put away her coffee, and moved closely to Fluttershy, her very gaze, weary, bitter and icy making the pegasus lose a bit of her composure.
„And why would you care? You're so spineless you must ask me for confirmation when you saw Matilda cleaning up my mess? Would you tell anyone if I told you what I do to those foals? No, you wouldn't.” Fluttershy's anger subsided under Rarity's dry, emotionless voice, making room for fear. Then, the white pony swung at the pegasus with her front hoof. The reaction was immediate, Fluttershy collapsed on the floor, whimpering and covering her head.
„See? I didn't even touch you. I don't know if it's since I came back from Canterlot, or if it was always like this. But you would obey whatever I told you to do, only out of fear of pain that you know I can cause.” Rarity leaned to the still trembling yellow pegasus, feeling that Fluttershy's fear will let her get away with anything, even a monologue. „You would commit the filthiest, nastiest acts upon yourself...just to make sure I will not hurt you even worse, wouldn't you? On my slightest whim, you would become my most devoted slave, letting me torment you every night, no, begging to be used for my own pleasure...am I right?” Fluttershy's utter terror was a sufficient answer. „I thought so. I could have you anywhere, anytime, with no objection...” Rarity paused. THIS WAS IT. She did not feel aroused. At all. And her desires with Donny were similar to the threats she now gave Fluttershy. She finally realised. Rarity could take a pony and fashion them into a temple to herself if she wanted, but it was the infidel's resistance and not a convert's devotion that made her juices flow. And this one here, she was practically born into the faith. Her offerings were worthless. „Go away Fluttershy. You know what will happen if you tell anyp0ny.”
Rarity couldn't bother with such trivial, pathethic creatures right now, not after her epiphany. She had a night to spend planning new conquests.
