“I’m telling you, Rarity, you and your shops are just going to keep rising up to the top!”
“One step at a time, Sassy Saddles,” Rarity chuckled, looking behind her as she started dressing the mannequins in her new summer line: Urban Beach. “I’m also happy that the shops are doing well, but we can’t get too far ahead of ourselves.”
“I know, I know, but just imagine it: Carousel Boutique stores in every major city of Equestria, your name and brand plastered on billboards everywhere!” she says, wrapping her arm around Rarity’s shoulder.
“Like I said, one step at a time. Helping run three shops is enough of a hassle as it is. Now, have all the deliveries come in as scheduled?” she asked, stroking her chin as she tilted the sun hat with her magic.
“Oh, that! Let me get right on that, they should all be here...” she said, rushing behind the counter to grab the packages and letters underneath. ”Yes, I do believe that everything’s here on time!”
“Anything else of dire importance?” she asked, adjusting a bowtie on a mannequin.
“Let’s see...Seems like it’s mostly material deliveries, sequins from Las Pegasus, lace from Chicoltgo...Oh, panne and plush, Rarity! This looks important!” she said, holding up a white envelope with a golden border.
Rarity turned around, looking at the envelope. “Strange, it doesn’t say who it’s from…” she mused, opening it up to read the letter inside.
“To the staff of Canterlot Carousel, we would like to cordially invite you to our mansion’s soirée honoring the successful business owners of Canterlot. It would please us greatly if you attended,” she read aloud. “Hm? There’s an address, but absolutely no one is named. Do you know anyone who lives there?” Rarity asked, showing the address to Sassy Saddles.
“No, but a mansion soirée...I feel like I’ve heard that before…Ah!” she suddenly exclaimed, “I’ve heard the other Canterlot elites like Fancy Pants and Hoity Toity getting a similar invitation, and they said they were most certainly attending!”
Rarity put the invitation back on the counter. “It’s such short notice though, this weekend?” she mused, scanning the letter for any hints of the identity of the host. “Well, it sounds like a wonderful opportunity for you to go!”
“Actually, I was thinking that you should go instead of me, Rarity!” Sassy said with a sheepish smile.
“Me? Sassy, are you quite sure? You’re the manager and face of Canterlot Carousel, after all, I’m sure whoever wrote this invitation would be expecting you.”
“Yes, that’s true, but who would be better to spread the word about your stores than the mare in charge of it all? They’ll have lucked out seeing you there instead of me to promote your stores. This may be the opportunity you’ve been waiting for!”
Rarity looked back at the invitation. “You’re positive you don’t want to go instead? I’d hate for you to miss out…”
“Oh I’ll be fine, it’s not everyday you get invited to a Canterlot party, is it?”
“No, I suppose not, and I will still be in town when the party starts…” she said. Rarity had been to several Canterlot parties before, but there was something about the invitation that made her hesitant, something she couldn’t quite put her finger on.
“That’s the spirit! Now let’s finish setting up your new line. Hey, you can wear one of these outfits to the soirée!” she exclaimed, holding up a teal lace dress.
Rarity let out a small smile, trying to get her worries out of her mind. “Haha, yes, I suppose I could...”
A few days later, and Rarity made her way to the address on the invitation, double-checking to make sure she was correct. With the banter she was overhearing, she was either at the right place, or she was interrupting an entirely different soirée. A compass rose stamp at the bottom of the letter was meant to be her ticket in. She was surprised to see royal guards at the gates. As far as she knew, this was for Canterlot business owners. Whoever the host was must be quite successful to be able to afford such securities. The guards checked the invitation, and she was granted access.
Past the gates was a lively party. The various guests were talking in their various cliques, as servers went around passing hors d’oeuvres around. The music playing was a more upbeat jazz that contrasted the usual elegance of classical music of other Canterlot gatherings. Rarity saw quite a few familiar faces acting more boisterous than she usually saw them in public, presumably due to the wine that was being served at a now crowded bar.
Rarity began to mingle, introducing herself to the other guests. They complemented her stunning teal lace dress with matching high heels. Rarity explained that she designed them herself, which lead to the advertisement of her boutiques. The others were impressed with the modest, yet spunky look she pulled off. They also explained what their business was about. Inventors, artists, professors, many of them were businesses Rarity hadn’t heard of, but piqued her interests.
Soon, she had increased her Canterlot connections, she couldn’t wait to tell Sassy Saddles about the new business partner opportunities.
After a bit more networking, she heard her name called by a familiar voice. Turning around, she saw Fancy Pants and his entourage. He began waving, beckoning for her to join them.
“Fancy Pants! It’s so lovely to see you here!” she said, walking towards the group.
“Hello, Rarity! The feeling is mutual, it pleases me that you decided to show up, and might I say that is a very stunning dress you have on. I assume you made that dress yourself for an upcoming collection, am I correct?”
Rarity blushed, “Oh, thank you, you’re absolutely right! This is going to be a part of my upcoming ‘Urban Beach’ collection!” she said, doing a little twirl and flourish to show her outfit off.
“Well, I must say that I would be happy to check it out myself when the rest of your collection is made public!” Fancy Pants said, the rest of his group quickly agreeing with him.
“Why, I’m honored that you’d take the time to do so! Sassy Saddles will be setting up the collection soon, it just needs a bit more tweaking before it’s finally ready to go public,” Rarity said, beaming. It was always nice to use your connections to get yourself higher in the world.
“Take all the time you need, you can’t rush perfection, after all!”
Rarity nodded. “It’s been quite a while, how have you been?”
“Oh, I’ve been doing quite fine, myself. Plenty to do in Canterlot. Wonderbolts, zeppelins, auctions, business as usual,” he said, adjusting his collar. “What about you? Anything new or exciting happening in your life?”
“Oh, plenty! There’s the new store in Manehattan, the dragonlands, Rainbow Dash becoming part of the Wonderbolts, the yaks in Yakyakistan...My, there’s just so much to say, it’s just been so long since we’ve gotten to talk!”
“Indeed, we’re quite fortunate that this party has brought us together again like this! But the night is still young, your tales are fascinating, and I’d love to hear more of them!”
“Oh, speaking of which, do you know who the host of this party is?” Rarity said, grabbing a glass of wine, taking a small sip.
“No, can’t say that I do,” Fancy Pants said with a frown. “They do know how to throw a rather smashing party, though!”
“Hm...and no one here has even seen the host?” she asked. The other guests shook their heads, much to her disappointment. While the party was splendid, she did wonder why the host was shrouded in anonymity. “Oh well, I suppose they shall continue to be a mystery…”
The party continued, and Rarity continued to share the stories of her adventures of her and her friends to Fancy Pants and her guests, who found her more suburban life far more interesting than any sort of business venture. Other familiar faces such as Saffron Masala and Photo Finish came to catch up with her as well. As time passed, the other guests started getting considerably more intoxicated, but Rarity knew better than to lose her composure from one too many glasses of wine. As she conversed with friends, new and old, one of the guards walked up from behind, tapping her on the shoulder.
“Miss Rarity?”
“Yes, what is it?” she asked, tilting her head.
“Please, come with me.” The guard quickly pulled her aside to a more secluded spot on the lawn. Fancy Pants and the group looked on with confusion, but continued their conversation without her.
“Miss Rarity, I have come to inform you that the host wishes to talk with you after the party has ended,” the guard stated.
“Oh my, have I done something wrong? Am I in trouble?”
“No, ma’am, our host just wishes to discuss something in private. They believe that the best time would be after the party when the rest of the guests leave, I hope that’s not an inconvenience for you.”
“Well, with such a wonderful party, who am I to say no?”
“Thank you, please meet by the front door at 1AM, and enjoy the rest of your evening,” the guard said, returning back to his post.
Rarity returned back to Fancy Pants’s group, jumping back into the conversation. She was curious as to what the host could possibly want with her, but she wasn’t about to get answers anytime soon, so why spend the night worrying about it?
The party continued long into the night. Celestia had lowered the sun past the horizon as Luna’s moon rose to the top of the starry sky. The lighting now provided by fire-lit lanterns against the moonlight. The wine supply had long since run dry, and a majority of the invited guests had started to leave, walking out with a drunken stagger.
It was getting closer to the time that Rarity had agreed to meet with the mystery host, and the number of remaining guests continued to dwindle. She walked up to the front door. “Excuse me, but I believe the host wanted to talk to me in private at this time?”
“Yes, Miss Rarity, please step inside, the host shall be out with you shortly,” he said, opening the door for her.
Rarity walked inside, where she was guided upstairs into a parlor by another guard. She was instructed to wait there until the host was ready to get her.
The room was quite extravagant, every bit of furniture having some sort of golden decoration. The drawers were covered in gold leaf, the legs of the chairs had golden spirals running up and down them, even the curtains had golden silk weaved into the designs. She sat down at a chair by the window, watching the last remaining guests leave. The minutes continued to pass, Rarity began to yawn, her patience growing thin. She was ready to walk out on the host until she heard the doorknob start to turn, the door opening just a crack.
“Hello, Miss Rarity…”
Rarity felt a chill go down her spine. She instantly stood up from her seat. It had been so long since she last heard that voice, but there was no mistaking that slimy, snooty, self-righteous tone. “You!”
The pony stepped into the room, a white stallion with blonde flowing locks, it was none other than Prince Blueblood. “Truth be told, I was expecting Miss Saddles, but it appears that someone better has come back to me.”
“What do you want?” she asked, her body physically recoiling from him.
“Why, isn’t it obvious? I called you here privately because I want this moment to be intimate. You see...I want you…” he said, walking forward until he was only a few feet away from her.
Rarity paused, the party was lovely, gathering all the business owners and giving them a good time...perhaps there was truly a chance that he did change for the better. She was willing to give him a second chance...until she felt his hands shift from her arms to her breasts. As soon as she felt a squeeze she used her high heel to stamp down on Blueblood’s foot. When he recoiled in pain, she gave him a punch to the gut. “And here I thought you changed for the better. It turns out that you’ve only gotten worse, you disgusting pervert!” she shouted, starting to march out the door.
Blueblood had to take a moment to catch his breath, before straightening himself up. “I see, if that’s how it’s going to be, you leave me no choice!” he declared, suddenly lunging forward, slipping a ring onto Rarity’s horn. Before Rarity could pry it off, Blueblood used his magic to bring out the leather cuffs attached to golden chains hiding in the drawers. The cuffs wrapped around Rarity’s ankles and wrists, and Blueblood lifted her up off the floor by the chains.
Rarity gasped in surprise, her limbs being spread apart before she could react properly. She started dangling from the chains, looking towards the window to shout to someone. “Help! I’m being abducted! HELP!”
“Ah, but Rarity, have you already forgotten? Everyone’s already left. It’s just you and me,” he chuckled, walking out of the room, carrying Rarity behind her.
“Help! Help! Intruder, intruder!” Rarity continued to shout, in hopes of the guards she had seen previously hearing her, only to be met with her own echoes in the empty hallway.
“I’d advise that you save your shouting for later, you’ll need your voice for what I’ve planned for you,” he said, moving into another room.
The moonlight gave Rarity a small glimpse of the new location. There were only three things she was able to identify in the dark: a king-sized bed, a wine barrel, and a storage chest.
Prince Blueblood adjusted the dimmer switch, and the wall lamps began to show the room in its entirety. The room was mostly empty compared to the parlor, the bed and storage chest being some of the only pieces of furniture in the room. The light revealed a nightstand next to the bed, and several metal hooks: one on on each corner of the bed, and five on the ceiling, evenly spaced apart in a pentagon.
After closing and locking the door behind them, Blueblood’s magic attached the chains onto the ceiling hooks, suspending Rarity. Her body slowly rocking back and forth.
“Blueblood, please release this instant, and I shall be merciful in knocking your sorry flank into the Manehattan slums,” Rarity said in a hushed voice, her fury slowly building up behind her words.
Blueblood approached Rarity, placing his hand on her shin. “Hm, quite the stunning outfit you’ve made for my party,” he said to himself, his fingers going underneath her dress and towards her inner thigh. Unlike before, Rarity was now helpless against Blueblood’s perverted touch.
“Get your filthy hands off of me, you pervert,” Rarity demanded, her voice low, yet direct and strict.
“My, did you sew this yourself? The little gaps between the ocean wave patterns could leave many a curious stallion imagining the wonders underneath,” he said, pulling on the waistband of her panties, letting it snap back against her body.
Rarity winced as she felt the light snap against her thigh. Despite her flailing, all she managed to accomplish was making the golden chains rattle. She tried to kick at the prince, but he managed to stay out of her heels’ range.
Blueblood’s horn lit up again, the chains adjusting to raise Rarity’s legs higher in the air, her dress staring to reveal more of her legs. “You look so beautiful in this room, the moonlight shining down on you... I do regret that night in the gala, I never appreciated what was given to me. Now I can make up for lost time...” Blueblood said, puckering his lips as he leaned forward, trying to plant a kiss on Rarity’s cheek.
Rarity recoiled herself as far back as she could. Though, due to her suspended state, she could only lean away a few inches before she was kissed. She tried to jolt her head to smack Blueblood in the jaw with her horn, but he moved away faster than she could react.
“Of course, what should be more beautiful is your naked body. If I’m correct, it’d be a travesty to hide your exposed figure behind any sort of clothing, no matter how elegantly they were created,” he declared, adjusting the flower pinned to his chest.
Blueblood started to strip Rarity of her clothing. First, he grabbed onto her high heels, delicately slipping them off her feet, kissing her big toes once they were exposed. Using his magic, the chains were temporarily unhooked from the ceiling, allowing him to slide Rarity’s dress and panties off her body and up the chains, before hooking her back in. With her black bra, Blueblood personally unhooked it off of her. Once Rarity’s body was stripped, he grabbed onto her breasts, giving them light squeezes, his thumbs repeatedly running over her nipples.
“Words cannot describe the amount of hell I will inflict on you once I get out of here,” Rarity said through gritted teeth, her restraints tighter than before.
“I’m sure you’ll find some eventually,” Blueblood joked. “As for tonight, you have two options here, my darling Rarity. Either you submit to me, and we spend all night making passionate love, or I spend all night convincing you to submit. It’s your choice,” he said, tapping his fingers together.
Rarity closed her eyes, gritting her teeth behind her lips. “I think you’re forgetting that I have a third option…” she said in an unsettlingly calm voice. “...I tell you to piss off!” she screeched, turning her wrists as best she could to flip him off with both hands. “Submit to having sex with you?! You must be out of your mind if you think that there exists some scenario where I would even consider having sex with you!”
“...Very well,” he shrugged, opening up the storage chest. “I’ll ask again after I make my argument.” Blueblood leaned into the chest, taking out a handful of feathers and paintbrushes. He closed the chest, placing all but one brush on the top. He spun the handle between his fingers, pinching the bristles and twisting them to make sure they came to a fine point. “I need a way to convince you to see things my way, but physical pain just wouldn’t do for a body like yours.” He approached Rarity’s ankles, watching her feet curl in anticipation. Holding the paintbrush at the end with a cocky smirk, he started making broad strokes up and down her sole, switching feet every so often.
Rarity grit her teeth, her breaths short and sharp. As soon as she saw the feathers and brushes, she knew what was coming. When she felt the bristles stroke against her defenseless feet, a mix of emotions swirled in her: fury, fear, confusion, and involuntary mirth. She shut her eyes, trying to keep her furious look.
Prince Blueblood continued to brush Rarity’s bare feet. He held her toes back with one hand just so that the brush could fully explore the spaces underneath and between. He’d occasionally stick the brush between her toes and twirl it around, amusing himself with Rarity’s reaction.
Rarity’s scowl started to disappear, the corners of her lips starting to turn up into a grin. The rattling chains barely hid the giggles that managed to break through her lips. She tried to kick away, but her suspended state only allowed her to move a couple inches at most.
Blueblood grabbed another brush with his magic, making figure-eights against her smooth soles. Rarity’s kicking and squirming did not deter him. He simply held her big toes together with his hands while his magic controlled the brushes, working in tandem to bring Rarity to laughter.
Rarity’s resolve started to falter, despite the fury that she felt towards Blueblood groping, stripping, and torturing her, her lips had turned into a wavering smile, her restrained giggles and snickers getting louder. She felt the brushes move between her toes, and that’s when she lost her composure. She jolted in her cuffs, thrashing about in active laughter.
Blueblood smiled. It was much easier to get her to break than he expected; he only needed two paintbrushes to get her into a giggling fit. He looked back at the chest, the other brushes and feathers he took out would soon see their use, as well as what was still waiting inside the storage chest. The brush on her right foot moved up her leg, swishing against her cutie mark on her rear.
Once Rarity started laughing, she simply couldn’t stop. She started wildly swinging her limbs as much as she could, only succeeding in making the rattling of the chains louder. “Bwahahahahaha! No! Stooop! No mohohohohore!”
“The tickling stops when I allow it to stop. It will take a few more minutes until I make my next offer. Just relax and enjoy what I have planned for you until then,” Blueblood said with a sneer, adding two orange primary pegasus feathers to the mix, the plumes circled around Rarity’s navel, joining the paintbrush in stroking her diamond cutie mark every so often.
“Eeeeheeheeheehee! Stop this at once, y-you monster!” Rarity’s toes kept trying to curl, but Blueblood’s grip prevented that small pleasure.
Blueblood smugly rolled her eyes. “Oh, alright, I suppose I’ll give you some rest,” he chuckled, the brushes and feathers returning to his hand. He placed the tools down on the barrel, grabbing a wine glass and filling it up. He held it up to Rarity’s lips. “Care for a drink? It’s vintage.”
Rarity gave him a cold glare in response.
“Suit yourself, more for me,” he said, taking a sip from the glass. “My darling Rarity, that was just the warmup, it will either get worse from here if you continue to resist, but it will get much better if you just agree to be mine.”
“The answer is still no,” Rarity scoffed. Her situation was awful, but it would take more than tickling to make her even consider giving in. She might have been completely helpless, but that did not mean that she was ever going to bow to this prince’s demands.
With a sigh, Blueblood used his magic to summon the brushes and feathers back into position. “A shame, but I shall continue to be patient for you.” With a snap of his fingers, the tools started to move again.
The same four tools had different techniques this time. The brushes focused exclusively on Rarity’s breasts. One brush began sweeping underneath her breasts, swirling against the sensitive skin in tiny circles, while the other swinging back and forth between her cleavage like a pendulum, keeping in perfect rhythm. The feathers, however, snuck their way between Rarity’s toes, constantly sawing back and forth between the open spaces between.
It took considerably less time to get Rarity in a fit of laughter the second time. No matter how much wiggling and curling her toes did, it did nothing to stop the feathers. Every time she thought she could trap a feather between her toes, it would quickly slip out, sliding under her toes before choosing another space to tease her.
Blueblood stood back to get a better view of Rarity’s struggle, trying to decide what else he could add to continue her torment. Another brush or feather? Or perhaps a different tool for an extra sensation? After a moment of contemplation, he grabbed the next tools from the chest: two yellow, metallic scratchers. They each moved to a different foot, lightly scritching down her soles, focusing on the ball of the foot and heel so that they could give the feathers enough space to tease underneath her toes.
The sudden new scratching sensation made Rarity squeal. Her feet flinching at the first initial scratches, before trying to bat away the new tools. “AIIIIEEEEE! Get them off get them off get them off get them off! Gaaahahaha!” Rarity threw her head back, looking up at the ceiling that she was hooked to, as she howled in hysterics.
Both the scratchers migrated to Rarity’s left foot, one of them repeatedly raking down the arch, while the other made horizontal and vertical strokes on her heel.
“Ahahahahack! Heeeeeeelp! Someone help meeeeeheeheeheehee!” she wailed, trying to force her arms in front of her, making the golden chains shake.
The scratchers had shifted to her left foot in order to make room for the next tickling instrument. From the storage chest came a clean hairbrush, wasting no time sticking to Rarity’s right foot, scrubbing up and down the sensitive sole.
The stiffer bristles of the hairbrush sent an electric sensation up Rarity’s spine, her silky smooth tail and mane getting more frazzled. Rarity fell back into her fit of wild laughter, drool running down from both corners of her lips. “NOOOOHOHOHOHO! STAHAHAHAP STAHAAHAAAP!”
“How interesting, and here I thought you’d be more used to the feel of a hairbrush. Ah, perhaps you’re not used to it being used on your smooth, white feet, although I can’t say they’re white anymore in your current state.” Blueblood taunted, leaning in to get a better look at the blush that the tools had made due to the intense tickling.
Rarity’s torment continued. Each minute, Blueblood would summon another feather to dance along Rarity’s breasts. After ten minutes and ten feathers, Prince Blueblood got out the next tool, yet another feather. However, this yellow one was easily double the size of the previous ones. The larger feather made its way towards Rarity’s feet, but Blueblood paused all the tools’ movements, second-guessing where the larger feather should go on her body. With a snide grin, the feather went past her feet, dragging along her inner thigh before resting right above her vagina.
Rarity felt a brief moment of relief when everything stopped, thinking that she was given another break. Her teary vision tried to focus in on the situation, seeing and feeling the lone feather moving up her body. “N-No! Pleeeaaaase!” Rarity’s eyes briefly widened, the panic clear on her face as her focus was set on the larger feather, watching helplessly as it slid down the slit. “Eeeeheeheeheeheeeee!”
Blueblood chuckled, “My, Rarity, I had my suspicions that you were ticklish down there, but that reaction certainly surprised me! How delightfully naughty…” The feathers and paintbrushes began to group around Rarity’s crotch; the feathers took turns swiping up and down Rarity’s wet marehood, while the paintbrushes pressed their bristles onto her clit, either spinning or making little circles on the sensitive nub.
The more sharper tickle tools such as the scratchers and hairbrush went back to her feet. They couldn’t maneuver between her toes as easily as a flexible feather could, yet that didn’t seem to stop their effectiveness. They all moved at once, a scratcher for each foot, moving in tandem, starting at her big toe, moving underneath to the balls of her feet, down the arch, to the heel, and back up in reverse order. The hairbrush however, moved at seemingly random, a few strokes under the toes, a few at the arch, some more at the instep, never staying in one spot for long.
“PLEHEHEHEHEASE! D-DOOOON’T!” Rarity protested, gasping as the feathers and brushes began their stimulation, her body betraying her true feelings. Despite the more harsher tools used on her reddened feet, they moved much slower so that Rarity’s concentration was set on the brushes and feathers. A moan of pleasure snuck between her laughing, then another, and soon, Rarity’s moans overtook her laughter. “Ahhhhahahaaaah...noooo...p-please...I...haaangh…aaahahaheeheehee...”
Rarity’s breaths started to get shorter, shivering with each brush stroke against her clit. More tears started to flow down her cheeks as the torment continued, until she finally reached the dreaded orgasm. She clenched her fists as a dissatisfied groan left her lips, her waist thrusting up before her body drooped. As soon as Rarity moaned out in reluctant orgasmic pleasure, the tickling came to an immediate stop once again.
The prince was a lot more gentle with Rarity for the second break, wiping her tears and running makeup away with his handkerchief. However, that did not change his perverted nature, his index finger tracing around her inner thigh, rubbing up against her clit. “I ask again: Are you willing to submit to me?”
Rarity had felt like she had been tickled for hours, her body constantly groped and molested by a disgusting excuse for royalty, all leading up to an unwilling orgasm. Her head hung back as she rested, desperately wanting to close her eyes and sleep. The only things that kept her up were the burning fury she held towards her captor, and the fear of what he would do to her body if she lost consciousness. “Hah...hah...n-never…” she said between gasps of breath, her cheeks flushed red.
“Very well. I shall ask again at a later point. I’ve been told that the body gets more sensitive after the orgasm. Let’s see if that holds true for you,” he said, the multitude of tickle tools floating around him.
With a weary look in her eyes, Rarity grit her teeth and tensed her body in anticipation for the next wave of hellish torture.
Rather than the slow incrementing torture of adding one tickle tool at a time, Blueblood decided to use as many of the tools in the chest at once, trying to exploit Rarity’s heightened post-orgasm sensitivity to the fullest. Another hairbrush and scratcher joined the fray, as well as a pair of gloves. Rather than the gloves be empty and flat, they seemed to be filled with Blueblood’s magic, moving and acting like a pair of hands slipped them on. The hairbrushes and scratchers focused on her feet once more, while the feathers and brushes ran free on the rest of her body. The pair of gloves wiggled their fingers, grabbing onto Rarity’s inner thighs and giving them light squeezes.
Just like that, Rarity’s energy made a quick return. Her shrieks made it past the door and echoed in the empty hallway. Though her laughter was as loud as ever, her body could only manage involuntary twitches.
Dissatisfied by the current reaction he was getting, Blueblood decided to add two puffy makeup brushes to the mix, which flew towards Rarity’s breasts, lightly dusting her cleavage. A fairly minor sensation compared to the other tools, but it should prove effective if applied correctly.
Rarity’s body jerked violently, her resolve finally shattered. “WAAAHAHAAAA! WAAAIIIT! I-I SUBMIT! I SUBMIIIHIHIHIHIT!” she cackled, her laughter briefly turning into a whine before the tickling mirth picked her voice back up.
“I appreciate your enthusiasm, my darling Rarity,” Blueblood said with a dark chuckle, “but I haven’t asked the question yet. You’ll just have to wait until your next break. Consider it a punishment for not answering sooner.”
Ticklish sensation after sensation wracked Rarity’s naked body. On her right foot, were the three scratches, their pointed fingers dragging across the same reddened spots on her soles. On her left foot were the two brushes, the scrubbing bristles nearly enough to cover her entire foot. As an added bonus, one of the feathers slid between her big toe. Her breasts were teased by four feathers of varying sizes, circling around her nipples, diving between her cleavage, and teasing her underboob. Her exposed underarms were subjected to the constant spinning of the makeup brushes, able to attack the hollows with ease. The paintbrush stayed at her belly, sweeping in and out of her navel. The gloves had no target in particular, though they stayed at her upper body, squeezing her sides, poking her ribs, or teasing her thighs or cutie mark. The biggest feather that Blueblood had was saved for her wet sex, making long, slow strokes against the exposed slit, especially when the vanes made contact with her clit.
“PLEHEHEHEHASE! I CAN’T TAKE ANYMOOOORE!”
Blueblood laughed along with sadistic glee, taking another sip of wine as he watched.
The time slowly passed, with Blueblood taking periodical sips of his wine as he observed the broken unicorn in helpless hysterics. As soon as the wine glass was empty, he set it down, allowing what would hopefully be the final break. “Now then, I believe you had something to say? Will you submit to me?”
Rarity gasped for air, sputtering and coughing as her head hung low, tears, sweat, and drool dripping down her body. “Y-yes...I s-submit...to you…” she said, forcing herself to say each word.
Blueblood grinned, clasping his fingers together. “Is that so? You sure you don’t want to resist some more?”
“No...I submit...please…”
“...Good.” Blueblood unhooked Rarity from the ceiling, still holding her by the chains with his magic as he placed her on the bed, removing the chains, but keeping the cuffs on her wrists and ankles.
Rarity clenched her fists, still trying to catch her breath. Despite how much she wanted to flee the room and start running for home, her energy was spent. She stared at the dark ceiling, unable to do much else.
Blueblood began taking off his clothing. Despite the aloof way he disrobed, it always felt like he was in a rush. Soon, both of them were nude, Blueblood’s black horsecock standing at full length. “How long have I waited for this moment…” he said with a grin, leaning forward, grabbing onto Rarity’s breasts again.
Rarity clenched her teeth. She wanted to fight back, but she couldn’t muster the strength to throw a punch, and she didn’t even want to think of the consequences of further resistance.
Prince Blueblood continued to play with Rarity’s breasts by squeezing them, lifting them up from underneath, running his thumbs across her nipples, much to Rarity’s dismay. “What an absolutely lovely body…” he said, running his hands up and down her body.
Rarity shivered, the gentle touch felt like hell on her overstimulated body. Her body tensed up, her wrists briefly breaking contact with the bedsheets.
“Don’t you think my body is beautiful too?” Blueblood asked, pinching Rarity’s nipples. “...Well?”
“I...I think your body is...b-beautiful…” Rarity stammered, struggling to get her words out.
“Then show me,” he stated, his body suddenly changing in position, his cock now in front of Rarity’s mouth. “Show me how much you love my body. And don’t disappoint me. I don’t think I need to tell you what will happen to you should I be dissatisfied.”
Rarity gulped, seeing that she had very little options left, she puckered her lips, planting them against his balls. She made her way up the shaft, kissing along the way.
Blueblood let out a grunt of approval. “Mmmf...yes...that’s more like it...you take to your place quite well…”
Rarity hated herself more and more with every kiss she planted. The tears began to flow down her cheeks once more as she continued. When she got to the top, she slipped his cock past her lips, her tongue poking and prodding at his tip.
“Haaah...better…”
Rarity rolled her tongue over Blueblood’s cockhead, before sliding back down his shaft down to his balls again, giving them another kiss before moving back up, where precum met her tongue. She put Blueblood’s dick in her mouth again, bobbing her head back and forth, the tip brushing against the tongue, getting closer to her throat.
Prince Blueblood shivered, arching his back ever so slightly in approval. He closed his eyes and nodded, starting to sweat. He let out a husky moan, clenching his fists as more precum leaked from his cock. “Stop.” Blueblood held his hand out, his voice slightly shaky as he issued his command.
Rarity paused, removing the cock from her mouth. She started to sweat, worried that she had done something wrong somehow.
“You’ve proven that you’ve loved my body. Fantastic job,” Blueblood said with a smile. “Now, turn over.”
Rarity let out a quiet, resigned sigh, slowly rolling over, her head turned to the side, her palms pressing on the bed so that all her weight wasn’t on her breasts. She raised her ass in the air, moving her tail to the side, having a pretty good guess of what was coming up next.
“Ah, good. I didn’t even have to tell you that part. Now, who’s my filthy little whore?” he asked, his right hand placed on Rarity’s rear.
“Nnf...I...I am…” Rarity said, her voice muffled by the pillows.
“I didn’t hear you. Say it louder and more clearly,” Blueblood scolded, raising his hand and giving Rarity a swift, firm smack across her butt.
“Nngh! I...am...” she muttered, nearly choking on her words.
“Louder,” he demanded, another spank following.
“I am! I’m your filthy little whore!”
“...Good, now I’m gonna rut you like the filthy little whore you are,” he said, positioning his cock, before pushing himself a few inches inside Rarity’s ass.
Rarity let out a weak cry of pain, grabbing onto the bedsheets as she felt Blueblood’s cock enter her body. Her arms shook, almost about to collapse from exhaustion. Rarity blinked repeatedly, more tears starting to fall down on the pillows.
Blueblood started off slow, Rarity’s lip service already putting him on edge. He grabbed onto Rarity’s thighs, slowly thrusting his hips back and forth. “Aahhngh! Are you not enjoying yourself...mmmph...as much as I am?”
The more Blueblood’s cock was thrust inside of her, the more pained her cries got. She clenched her muscles, but it did little to stop the assault on her body. She could do little more than weakly writhe on the bed, and pray that it would all end soon.
Blueblood’s thrusting speed started to increase, closing his eyes as he started shoving his entire shaft length inside Rarity, his moans louder than her weak yelping. As his thrusts got faster, he breaths got shorter, until finally, with a satisfied shudder, he reached his climax, finishing off inside Rarity.
With Blueblood’s orgasm, Rarity collapsed on the bed, her body going limp again. The last bit of her endurance finally gave out, and she passed out.
When Rarity finally woke up, she was in Blueblood’s embrace, his arms draped around her shoulders. She was unsure if he was awake or not. Perhaps she could sneak out if he was still sleeping and-
“Good morning, my dear Rarity. Well, good afternoon would be more accurate,” he whispered in her ear.
Rarity didn’t respond, staring vacantly at the wall in front of her. It took one night to make her feel the lowest she’s ever felt in her entire life. The weight of everything that had happened to her suddenly crashed down onto her again, and she started sobbing.
“There there, no need to cry. I’m going to let you go home now,” he said, trying to be soothing.
Rarity blinked. Was she simply hearing things? “H-huh? I’m really-”
“Go, go. I’ve already cleaned and folded your clothes while you were sleeping,” he said, gesturing to her outfit, folded neatly on the storage chest.
“T...thank you…” she said, getting up and getting dressed, her hair and tail still in disarray.
“Oh, and do make sure to tell absolutely no one about this, hm? I can’t imagine the trouble that we’d both have to go through if word got about this,” he said with a low voice, his fingers curled like claws.
“Y...yes...of course…” Rarity nodded, a chill going down her spine.
“Perfect. I’ll be seeing you soon, Miss Rarity…” he said with a wink.
Rarity let out a whimper, making a slow, long walk back towards Canterlot Carousel. Her head was tilted down, eyes focused on the ground in front of her.
The opening of the door made Sassy Saddles turn around from her work. She was ecstatic to see Rarity, despite her disheveled state. “Oh, there you are, Rarity! I was getting worried about you! Did you stay over there at that party? How was the host? Did you get to meet him?” Sassy said, running up to Rarity with concern.
“It was...it was...well... I need to be alone for a moment, p-please excuse me,” Rarity said, staggering over to the storage closet.+
“...Rarity? Is everything alright?” By the time Sassy had finished asking the question, the storage room’s door had shut and locked.
Once Rarity was inside, she looked at all the rejected outfit drawings and scrapped dresses put away due to a mistake, pushing a few aside to lay on the floor. She closed her eyes and shuddered, cradling her arms around her as she cried all alone, her tears dropping onto the messy floor.
