As requested by a combination of JDunk1971 and Moonstone1993

Rarity looked at the the card she had been given in the mail as she approached the large mansion ahead of her. She was sure this was the address, but why was it so...isolated? Her mind drifted to a horror move Dash dragged her to see along with the other girls. She forgot the title, as it was another one of those stock 'idiots head into an abandoned house with no regard for self-preservation and there's a hockey mask killer too' films. Still, this was starting to remind her of such a cliche.

"Hmmm. Quaint." She remarked as she read the card once more.

Dear Rarity,

I apologize for not sending you this sooner, but I found a location where only the most respected chiefs gather and serve the greatest dishes in all of Equestria. Not even Celestia has heard of it, which makes it all the more divine. This location is home to a group of like-minded individuals known as 'The Sky-High Society'. Me and Fleur came to their place and we were most satisfied. I'm here at the moment and I'd love for you to come. For some reason, on the behalf of our gracious host, String Miser, you must come alone. I tried talking him into bringing your wonderful friends along, but they would not have it. They did say, though, they'd reconsider after one visit from you, but only if you wear as little as possible. You have my condolences if you go through with that part. Either way, I cannot wait to see you there!

Best of luck, Fancypants

The seamstress was happy to see Fancypants was as polite as ever, even in his letters. Still, she had to agree with him. Going here alone? And wearing as little attire as possible? Well, it was optional, but she wanted to be a good guest, so, she was in nothing but some gym shorts and a tanktop, both borrowed from Rainbow Dash. Her tail and hair were still stylized into her usual curls, though.

She grimaced at how much sweat was exposing her D-cup breasts with said tanktop. "Ugh. Dash, I swear to Celestia. Next time, let me choose the fabric. Then again, I don't think she knew this place was horribly humid. I'm unsure of it myself. Just..." She took a deep breath as she tried to ignore the blatantly obvious. "...pretend you're visiting Applejack. Pretend you're presenting yourself to her...having another go in the haystack...preparing for a nice long night in her strong arms..." She smiled as she remembered all those good times she had recently been having with her marefriend before snapping back into reality. "No turning back now." She supposed.

She headed off to the door and knocked. It didn't take too long for someone to open it. In front of her was...a human? Specifically, a human male in a tux with blonde hair and a hunk-ish disposition. Twilight had told of these creatures since her visit into that one dimension, but to have one living here? Most odd.

"Errr...hello. I'm here for the Sky-High Society." She said, a bit nervous given the situation at hand.

"Oh, it's you, Rarity! How lovely." He replied in a soft British accent. "I must say, of all the ladies that have come here, you truly look well enough to be one of Equestria's greats! It's a pleasure to have you here, basically." He kissed her hand.

"Thank you, sir." Rarity said as she was led into the lavish mansion. There seemed to be a whole bunch of hallways here, but it was your standard fancy fare. A few portraits there, some miniature statues there, and a whole bunch of fake fruit in bowls.

"Look upon it all. Isn't this just dandy? The fake fruit took me the longest to get right." The man spoke.

"It's very nice, but I have a few...questions." Rarity confessed. "First of all, what is your name, good sir?"

"I suppose you can call me...Aaron." The man spoke. "Now, why don't we-"

"Secondly, why am I supposed to be dressed like this? I'm sorry, but this is rather demeaning for me to-GAH?!" The seamstress screamed a bit when Aaron lunged for her and drove a needle into her shoulder. Before she knew it, the world went dark.

6 hours later...

Rarity woke up as if she just endured the worst hangover of her life. How long was she asleep? Why did she do that in the first place, even? She swore she woke up early in the morning just to go to that socie-

It suddenly hit her. The moment she got in, she got injected with some knock-out poison or something and a straight-up kidnapping was occurring. Normally, she would make a witty remark on how stupid she felt for coming here on the basis of a questionable letter. But that letter nailed down the handwriting of Fancypants to a T! This was so confusing! She tried to call out to anypony who would hear...

But realized she couldn't even do that. Her senses were coming back in full and here eyes widened when she took in what had transpired.

In this dimly lit room, she was covered horn-to-hoove in strong silk. Her entire body except for the upper part of her head was covered in the stuff, making her look like a mummy. She then took note on how her pussy, ass, and breasts were also exposed, as if the tidbit about coming here with as little clothing as possible wasn't perverted enough. She was hanging from a massive sticky coating all over the misshapen walls. The stuff was pretty much everywhere.

No doubt about it. She was trapped in a spider's web. It wasn't even beautiful like most webs were. This was nothing but a horribly lit cluttered mess.

"Hrrrrmmmm! Wrrrm drrrmmm hmmmmpph!" She called out as she struggled against her restraints. For simplicity's sake, the only things that were coming out of her mouth were muffled. It was complete and utter gibberish to the untrained soul.

Suddenly, a window from the far side north lit up. Aaron could be seen if one looked closely enough, which Rarity did. "Sorry about that. I just got impatient, that's all." He shrugged.

She knew yelling at him was useless at this point, so she just glared at him and let her thoughts do the talking. 'I swear, you beastly ruffian! When I get out of here, you're going to need an iron lung!'

"I get it. You're trying to kill me with a look. You're angry. I get that. Nobody likes to be tricked by the handwriting of a friend that I had to recognize to the letter after I dealt with him." Aaron spoke. Rarity's face softened when she heard that. It was great to hear she wasn't betrayed by a close friend, but that still didn't bode well. "Look around. Do you see anypony familiar? No? Let me help you. Look up."

She did so, much as she still wanted to give him the mother of all death glares. The lights went up above her and...'Oh, Celestia, NO! NOOO!'

It was Sassy Saddles, one of her many friends that she just got reunited with after some kerfuffle about business practices. Actually, it was the shriveled up corpse of Saddles. Her eyes looked sunken in. There were holes in her left breast. Her hair was practically gone at this point. It was a horrifying sight to behold. However, her face looked quite peaceful, as if she didn't die in complete agony.

Despite that fact, Rarity's eyes still bugged out with utter terror. 'It...it can't be! She said she just had to go some places and see the world for a few weeks! What did he do to you?! WHAT DID HE DO?!' She then looked back at Aaron and began to hurl many phrases unbecoming of a lady, despite her gag.

"Oh, do be quiet? Can't you see?" Aaron paused for a moment for Rarity to run out of breath. "She died for a cause. A cause that has been the backbone of the finest drinks in all of Equestria. Every brand of wine and the like can thank me for providing them with the right ingredient. The essence of ponies is what makes the essence of fancy. A shame you never realized that." To emphasize his point, he got out a drink and sipped it. It was baby blue, much like the coat of Saddles.

'Wine is...ponies?! Why, I...what is going on?!' Rarity thought in a panic. This lunatic couldn't be the reason why upper-class wine tasted so divine! No company would be so corrupt as to trust this creature to make them the essential ingredients!

Could they?

"Oh, and about Fancypants. He learned all too soon and tried to stop me and my pet." Aaron's voice darkened and he clenched his glass so hard that it broke. "Stupid shit! He's a traitor to his own class! Always caring about the lesser folk! What rubbish! I already hated him when I learned that he chose a dirt-poor prostitute-in-training for his wife! Not that she wasn't gorgeous, but still!" He coughed, calming himself. "Either way, he and his whore provided me with enough special wine for a year. I call it...Pantaloni di Piacere.

Another light from the corner showed up. As if the corpse of Sassy Saddles wasn't enough, now the shriveled-up mummy of Fancypants was on full display. His twisted expression looked utterly defeated and his large cock now looked like a twig. His companion, however, was very much alive, but utterly ruined. Fleur de Lis, his beloved, was wrapped up in the same way as Rarity, her eyes red with tears.

'Fleur...' Rarity thought in sympathy as tears of her own started to make way past her eyes. 'Don't worry...when Celestia and/or the girls find out about this, they'll burn this wretched place to the ground and...and....and we can give Fancypants a proper funeral...I'm so sorry...'

"I'm surprised she hasn't given in, even though today marks the 3rd week of being drained. Then again, she kept escaping until I developed the knock-out formula that brought you here." Aaron said. "Oh, well. Live and learn. Now, you're probably wondering what happened to these folks in order to make my famous wine, no?"

'Fine. What's your secret? What kind of monster besides you lives here?' Rarity thought as she struggled once more.

"Well...it took me a while to summon her from Tartarus. She was VERY uncooperative before I starved her for months on end. I even gave her a mate in order to state her more...primal desires." He placed his hand on a lever. "Why don't we attract her right now?"

He flipped the switch, making another light turn on. Rarity had anticipated something horrifying every time he did that, but she couldnt' decide whether what she now saw was better or worse.

Coco Pommel, her best friend from Manehatten, was tied up much differently than the others. Her arms and legs were bound to the wall and floor in an X-shape. Her pussy looked like it got stretched out and her mouth just hung open, panting every once in a while (how Rarity didn't hear this before added to the madness of this place). Her belly was utterly red, as if somebody had heavily abused it overtime. It wouldn't surprise the seamstress.

"Don't worry. She's quite alive." Aaron stated. "Though, her mind may be having some trouble staying sane. Nevertheless, she's been pumping out the best deviled eggs we've ever had. You should try them with bacon. It's not a fancy food, so don't tell anypony I said that. Anyway, here comes our good friend, Meredith. Though, I prefer the title...'my pet'."

From a home in the ceiling, a large shape descended from a thread. The thread connected to the end of a large black abdomen that had a red hourglass attached to it. Armored chitin adorned it and the 8 spear-tipped legs it had to offer. The front, though, ended in a pink-skinned upper body of a well-endowed female humanoid. It was human until one got to the head. She had 8 glassy black eyes and her mouth was just two spikes facing outward. A clicking sound came when the spikes wiggled a bit.

Rarity didn't know whether to be repulsed by the creature or entranced. She wasn't bad looking to, per say. In fact, Meredith, if that was her name, looked rather...miserable. There was barely any enthusiasm or beastly instinct in her movements. It was almost as if she dreaded this as much as anyone else in this room that wasn't Aaron.

"Meredith..." Aaron rang a bell three times. "Eggs."

That seemed to perk the spidertaur up, as she scuttled daintily across the strands to get behind Coco, who moaned in anticipation on what was going to happen. The towering creature, with some effort, pushed a tentacle-like tube from the end of her abdomen. As lube-like fluids began to pour out of the tentacle's pores, Meredith cupped Coco's faced and looked into the broken mare's eyes. Her head upside down, the spidertaur touched her forehead with Coco's in a loving gesture as tears began to pool in the beast's eyes.

Rarity, in these brief moments of being introduced to this unnatural female, could only equate her to being yet another prisoner of this abominable household. But that didn't stop her from gasping in shock when the tentacle was slowly inserted into Coco's pussy, earning a whimper from the earth pony.

Hugging the pony close to the point where the back of Coco's head was in her breasts, Meredith began to pump eggs into her. Large circular shapes flowed through the tight tentacle until they headed up into the pony's womb. All Coco did was groan mindlessly as more eggs filled her entire belly until she looked ready to burst. Finally, the spidertaur took it out and rubbed the belly as a mother would for her unborn child.

"A shame. Meredith won't stop getting attached to her young before Coco finishes fertilizing them and making them fresh for the market. C'mon, girl, show some backbone." Aaron commanded as the spidertaur hung her head down. "Now..." Aaron rang his bell twice. "Drain."

Rarity trembled as the creature came towards her. She was far too close for comfort and those spikes began to drip a strange orange substance. Likely poison, it seemed. 'Don't do this...' Rarity pleaded fruitlessly in her mind. 'You can be better than this! You don't have to follow his orders! I can help you! I can-'

Too late. Into her left breast came the spikes. Rarity screamed in agony through her gag as the spikes penetrated through her bust in full. However, no blood leaked out. Apparently, the blood clotted from the orange fluid, which began to seep into the wound. Sucking sounds were heard as Meredith buried her face into the boob.

Surprisingly, the pain started to subside. Instead, Rarity was hit with the force of a charging hydra with...relief. As if she needed this after a long day of stress. 'What's happening? I...I don't hurt anymore? Are you showing me mercy? If so...could you keep going? You mean no harm, I guess...unless you have something to do with the corpses...or not?' At this point, her mind was getting clouded, but eventually, the spidertaur stopped.

The creature pulled out and, instead of the spikes being covered in blood, they were covered in a glowing white substance. Giving the mare a meaningful look before turning away, she let out a few clicking noises that sounded apologetic.

"Ah. Your essence. I wonder how good it tastes? Guess we'll find that out come morning." Aaron said. "Well, Meredith..." He rung his bell once. "Go away." She did so, as she climbed up the wall and into the hole in the ceiling. "Have a nice few weeks in here. Hopefully, you'll last more draining sessions than any of the others did. You are the Element of Generosity, after all. Ta-ta!" With that, he left.

Rarity closed her eyes, hoping this mess was just some nightmare. Of course, you don't feel pain in nightmares, so that was not the case. As sleep began to take over her mind from the stress, she gave one last look at Coco, who was still panting from keeping all those eggs inside of her.

'Somepony...' Rarity thought. '...Help us...'

3 Weeks Later...

Rarity let out a cute gasp as Meredith stopped draining her again. This time, a new arrival came. Photo Finish was her name and she was already making a huge fuss in her cocoon. There was also the fact that she had several scars all over her. All of them looked recent.

"That's what you get for having one of your crew shoot me in the goddamned eye!" Aaron shouted as he nursed the wound. "I hope your essence tastes like crap so I can just feed you to the hounds!"

The seamstress, on the other hand, would have taken pleasure in seeing her tormentor in pain, but she actually didn't feel anything towards him. To clarify...

'I must say...being drained isn't so bad anymore...' She thought. "It kinda feels good to be at the mercy of such a...divine creature...so beautiful...so exotic...maybe the girls will come rescue me and I can have Meredith show them a good time...' She moaned a bit in anticipation if that was ever going to happen. 'You're missing out, Applejack...if only I could be in your arms tonight when this...lovely spider...gives us all that we need...no...I need to focus...I guess?'

She then turned to Photo Finish, who was the next mare to be drained. 'Don't fight it...it'll only hurt for a while...I certainly learned that...'

4 weeks after that...

Rarity giggled as she was drained for the umpteenth time. Her body may have looked far worse than it did before, but she was enjoying the feeling to its fullest. Fleur may have expired by now, but she was still free to experience the pleasure of being drained alongside a now delirious Photo Finish and the newest addition...

'Applejack...my...love...so glad you could join us...' Rarity thought as the farm mare struggled with all her might. 'Silly...don't...fight...drain...good...' She then looked at Coco Pommel, who was giving birth to many fertilized eggs that would soon be used for food for the rich. 'Coco...good...mum...need...bite...me...bite me....bite me...bitemebitemebitemebitemememememe....' Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she hungered for another drainage.

"All in a days work." Aaron smiled as he drank down his latest hit: Piacere di Generosità.

And then, after they finished feasting on Rarity's essence, Coco Pommel started to-

"AUGH!" I, the Stranger, screamed in utter disgust before he could continue. "I HOPE YOUR SEQUEL STORY BOMBS!!!!"

It won't.

Author's Note

Didn't expect that, did you? A tie-in with my other story Equestria Meets the Stranger. I might want to get to work on the next chapter to that one day. It's been like, what, four or five months?

Keep those suggestions coming! Thanks! It would be nice, though, if more girls from other franchises were eaten as well as the cast of MLP and the like. Consider, please.