Author's Note

Ah, you've made to chapter eight of Fireflower's fanfic that goes beyond the typical oneshots made from before, a Mature one no less on the grounds this chapter will deal with a similar heavy subject matter proven to be unsuitable for those under eighteen, easily offended, and/or quickly nauseated; suffice to say, this was by far a strong note for many readers all, and like before, y'all are given yet another option to skip ahead to the next one: whether or not you'll takn this offer, it's only up to you to do so nothing more.

Aside from disclaimers long ago, I want to take the time to say thank you for never pulling out too early since we're now in the halfway region of the story's progress; somehow, the new year has provided us with a new hope to have and hold with tender loving care rather than yet a totally lost cause and the strength to continue onward in staying tuned for the future that is the now: I believe at this rate, everything will make sense soon enough.

One last thing before I sign off, I hope you can be surprised about this chapter now even more than the others before it; then again, considering what I had written earlier, you knew that this was bound to happen sooner for the most part.

Powder

An absolute absence of light had currently dominated the rather colorless environment thereof as the otherwise blackened void already served as a never–ending source of both scarcity and obscurity altogether therein. Whatever terrain that was within the darkness wasn’t solid like the earthly plane; of course, air itself wasn’t the only thing that existed either, even when they came in the form of gentle breezes that whispered taboo noises. Nevertheless, it was far from a desolate wasteland that had just defined the very area; then again, it wouldn’t mean that such a lonely place in question thereof is even sustainable for something so simple as growth so to speak.

Basically, all that had resided within the very void was at least one living being, a bright skinned female already lying supine upon itself as the cold wind blowing across her flesh. Locks of coiled hair were found on her head in in a wet and messy state of disharmony, already running past the nape of the neck as they were in a solid state society of mulberry. The inhabitant in question had donned a simplistic attire consisting of an all–white ensemble of a long flowing gemstone encrusted frock, a feathered fedora, and platform boots.

Calmly residing still, the lone woman had remained where she was, even as the wind and waves moved her to and fro; then, with little warning whatsoever, both of her eyelids flew opened to reveal a pair of sapphire orbs deep within. The otherwise golden silence that had already surrounded the lone inhabitant therein were just instantaneously replaced with the startled yet wordless gasps from the owner’s very mouth, interspersed with a brief chorus of splashing. Undoubtedly, she couldn’t help but struggle about in an attempt to at least stay upward, even though that there had been nothing in sight to go and guide her on a certain path that could take her away from the ambiguous environment.

“Dah… where am I; did I die: is this even Tartarus but where are all the others…?” the lone woman had coughed out as she was looking all around throughout the vast and infinite space she had found herself in at this very moment in time.

Effortlessly, the inhabitant couldn’t help but move about within the very surface, barely able to pick a course to set upon before starting to take heed of what was said to her as a result of such desperation. Confined to her attire that had pulled her down by its own wet weight of the otherwise unknown compound, she had still swam onward within it nevertheless, her strife barely beginning while moving on. Holding onto something resembling of a coherent thought, the lone woman had called out into the darkened abyss beyond for dire need of such assistance, only to find that no lifeform would answer back. Opposing the unknown all throughout the way, she had nonetheless resumed her very endeavor anyway, remembering the very environment its inhabitant was in not too long ago with utmost uncertainty.

Frantically moving forearms in a series of strokes, the lone woman had swum onward to hear the crying in the air: it was initially faint for the most part yet it wasn’t as far away like she had thought. As a matter of fact, despite the splashing that the swimmer had made in the process, she couldn’t help but listen closely as the leitmotif soon morphed into frantic screaming, increasing in pitch slowly. The sound in particular that she was now paying attention to had gained more volume as well, almost to the point in where it had seemed to be gaining up on her despite the desperate struggle thereof. Even though that the lone woman was all alone, the newfound cacophony of crying assaulting both of her ears proved to be extremely exacerbating to be found within the vast jet black void she was in. Definitive drones were even more piercing than the enormous ripples of the unknown fluid that the very swimmer had just recently made as she desperately wished to answer the melancholy all at once.

Gallantly, she had kept on going and refused to let the wailing get the best of her; however, they weren’t the only thing that were being heard: cutting into the sinister aria of sorrow was another voice calling out from the darkness, “RARITY…!”

“Huh, Sweetie Belle… could she be the source of all that crying; could it even be possible that she’s in there being tortured already?!” the aforementioned woman had gasped as she was now listening onward intently to the other voice thereof, “HOLD ON, SWEETIE BELLE; YOUR BIG SISTER IS COMING TO SAVE YOU…!”

“Is that so…?” a new voice entered the swimmer’s ears that had made her shiver about within an instant.

Just as she was now standing about searching for the source of it, she had then found her answer; after all, both blue eyes couldn’t even believe what its owner had come in contact with: another individual almost immediately. Much like Rarity, the new inhabitant in question had possessed such commonalities between themselves: a bright complexion upon their skin, a white ensemble of clothing upon their bodies, and some very strong emotions. Of course, they alone also had some significant differences amongst one another here and there, something that the stagnant swimmer was able to take notice upon this recent discovery that was instantaneously made already.

Kilometers of swimming had been cut short when she had started quickly studying the style of the sudden individual’s appearance therein. For starters, the other inhabitant in front of Rarity’s point of view was a clean–shaven man, a stark contrast from her very gender already. Secondly, there was also a small but noticeable difference in height between the two: compared to the woman, he outmatched her by inches. Third of all, the man was dressed in a white bodysuit with black accents upon the waist, cuffs, and leggings in a striped pattern altogether. She was even made aware of the fact that he also wore more colors into his fashion: a tea green shirt, midnight gloves, and dark sepia shoes. Compared to the long youthful mulberry locks that Rarity already had worn on her head, the man had some thinly aged white even on his face. The woman’s sapphire orbs were burning bright with contempt as she was currently staring into his nearly stoic hazel irises almost instantly.

Laborious breathing had escaped from her the minute she had then stopped in place, filled to the brim with exhaustion and devoid of love or joy as she was now startled by the man’s presence, growling, “what the fuck are you doing here…?”

“My, my… so many years had passed and yet you find it appropriate to greet me with such language…” he had chuckled darkly as Rarity contorted her face into a firm grimace at this very moment in time thereof, “what happened to the graceful self–made lady such as yourself, Miss Rarity, the one that had wanted to move up in the world of fashion to gain fame and fortune…?”

“No longer in action thanks to monsters like you; you’ve taken so much from me: my home, my livelihood, mother, father, Opal, not to mention what you had done to Sweetie Belle, and yet you dared to find it appropriate to lecture me on gracefulness?!” the woman snarled as she steamed and fumed about lightly.

Only seconds had passed before the man in white quickly replied, “relax, I did not come here to torture you but to praise you…”

“Praise me; and what in the Tart would you find worthy of praising me for?!” she had snapped back within even a smaller amount of time than before, “you’re just looking for more ways to fuck me over…!”

“Quaint… do I look the kind of guy to play dirty with the likes of you…?” he had just snidely remarked all at once.

Rarity’s face started to burn a much deeper shade of red as she barked out, “what else is there to say to you, foul ruffian?! You come in here to steal, kill, and destroy like a common thief, especially before the war breaks out and spills into our home…! The sheer thought of simply just killing a beast like yourself would be far too merciful for the likes of them, irregardless of whether or not they be foreigners!”

“Still, you haven’t even heard of me whatsoever until you heard the story your sister had told; perhaps, had you been faster, you might have gotten your chance…” the man sighed as he had knelt down towards the woman nearby, “but no, you had to go and save her from a fiery demise in exchange for sending her to a watery grave; even for a gentleman like me, that’s just cold…”

“That’s just a fat lot you’re even allowed to say considering what you had already done here, Courteous Bleach…!” she had squawked.

Under no more than a minute, the titular individual had bent down to Rarity’s face and laughed, “do you feel the hate swelling within you born from your grudge: it’s nothing more than a reflection of yourself, don’t you see? Let me ask you something: suppose that you had been able to find me and take your revenge on behalf of her, would you have still decided to put her out of her misery as well as yours; as a matter of fact, would you still have done if it weren’t for the impending war?”

“Vengeance may not be something my family would have condoned no matter what, especially considering how Sweetie Belle would react; however, you have no right to lecture me on vice and virtue, especially knowing your vile misdeeds…!” the woman had angrily answered almost instantaneously, spitting into the man’s face within a femtosecond, “no child deserves this…!”

“What a bold face lie; it’s no wonder why she doesn’t trusts you anymore, her only sister no less: your words and attitude were but a caricature of the high–class socialites up in the capital…” he had said to her rather immediately.

Xenoreactivity was now interspersed with a brief moment of utter shock as Rarity had choked out, “what?!”

“You should recall the day when that girl was left her alone in the workroom while you ran out to find some more gems for your frivolous dresses: you didn’t even bother to take her along with you to the nearby quarry; isn’t she supposed to be your responsibility as well as theirs…?” Bleach retorted with a frown upon his face, “of course, she wasn’t the only neglected one. Ever since the commotion got out about the general’s assassination, the innocent maiden woman gotten named as one of his killers so the princess’ pupil had to send you a request to send her some clothes to that awful excuse of a prison before the execution failed but you were so busy to impress these upscale twats that you didn’t even bother to try and visit her. Why can’t you look after your own family, let alone your own sister; why can’t you even make contact with your friends, especially one such as a known whore?! Oh, I know the answer to that question regarding it: it’s because you don’t care about anyone but yourself and moving up the ladder at the expense of others; someone like you can’t attain the joys of paradise…!”

“Zealotry with get you nowhere, hypocrite; you have a lot of nerve to talk about family values, even though that I had been peeved and hated things but it wasn’t from this line of work: my parents may have traveled the world and the seven seas, my sister may not understand things, and I haven’t any friends outside Twilight’s…” the woman spat out once more in rekindled rage.

Yanking off her space, the man then said, “speaking of which, a virgin such as yourself doesn’t even deserve to have any friends, especially those like the one sent from the city by that broad of a princess; just think about it. The spectrum striped succubus who had seen more action than you even could is now raising a little orphan girl you’ll never be able to accomplish. The bubbly bright baker who could have taken home a gentleman of her own choice is going celibate to atone for abandoning her sister. The mostly modest maiden who had slept with a boyfriend of her own only to cheat with another is raising the farmer’s bastard son. The rank ruddy rancher who had gone and let three men have their way with her is rotting away in the same kind of cell as you are with a pox.”

“Xiphias should rend your body…!” she had injected, catching him off–guard, “you should have died thousand more deaths in Tartarus…!”

“Where do you think you are…?” Bleach asked.

Venom started growing within Rarity as she had shrieked, “SWEETIE BELLE SHOULD BE IN ELYSIUM WITH HER PARENTS, NOT WITH ME…!”

“Unbelieveable, it’s no wonder how and why you have been abandoned but we love you as well…” the man had hissed at the woman all at once, “in fact, your personality reminds me just like Applejack: defiant, proud, stubborn to a fault; as a matter of fact, you even had sisters of your own whom you had sworn to protect only to wring their pretty little necks out to dry…”

“TO EVEN COMPARE US TO ONE ANOTHER’S SOMETHING THAT SHOULDN’T HAVE BEEN DONE!” she screamed as she had then struck him swiftly only to no effect whatsoever.

Soon, Bleach had replied with a smirk, “which is why we love you: we couldn’t have been there if it weren’t for the likes of you; shame that Applesnatch isn’t even here alongside you as well. For what it is, was, and will be with whatever it had been worth, you both would have made a cute couple together; of course, that damned pox inside of her would have made any relationship thereof irrelevant. Anyways, a virgin such as yourself will do in your place; besides, you have such a unique body type for such a woman: a pretty face, such exuberant eyes, those long luscious locks, a slender weight, some supple breasts, such perky nipples, a petite navel, a clean quim, a sweet ass, some shapely legs, some dainty feet, and, most importantly, a winning personality.”

“Really, now?!” Rarity had now roared aloud, “flattery gets you nowhere: do you think that I’m some kind of whore for the likes of you; as a matter of fact, is this even how you dared to treat women?!”

“Quaint for a hypocrite who would let her sister die at the hands of her own flesh and blood…” the man said as he had stroked the woman’s hair.

Putting up an instantaneous defense, she had backed away from him and shot back with some rising venom, “you sir, really are nothing more than but a depraved toxic libertine reprobate… are you?!”

“Of all the insults that you could ever come up with, this is the best you got…?” Bleach had chuckled, also keeping distance away from the recalcitrant Rarity, “I got to admit: your vocabulary is very renowned; it reminds me of the likes of those bourgeois you happen to imitate…”

“Nothing but a touch of class and integrity, something that your kind can’t even bother to care for these days…!” the woman had huffed about.

Many seconds had passed as the man retorted, “quite the contrary; I happen to have a hobby and a certain rule when it comes to dealing with people: betrayal is something I do not tolerate in the world of business and pleasure…”

“Like what you had done to my dear sister; is that the only line you have crossed or are there others?!” she had screeched with such overwhelming frustration, “I had a hunch that my parents would end up dying soon but the sheer thought of what would befall upon Sweetie Belle was utterly unspeakable…!”

“Kettles being called black by the stovetop pot; what you also had done was utterly unspeakable: strangling your only baby sister to salvage your wounded pride and honor…” he cooed aloud while wriggling about with little hesitation.

Just then, Rarity was now steaming and fuming about as she had now bellowed all at once, “WHAT DO YOU EVEN KNOW ABOUT HONOR AND/OR INTEGRITY, YOU FUCK?! I’VE MANAGED TO EKE OUT A SUBSTANTIAL LIVING WITH MY TALENTS, THANKS TO MY PARENTS WHO ARE DEAD BECAUSE OF PEOPLE LIKE YOU! EVEN SO, I WAS WILLING TO SUPPORT SWEETIE BELLE WHEN IT HAD CAME TO PASS BUT THE MEMORY OF HER BEING ABUSED AS A SHOWPIECE WAS TOO MUCH FOR THE LOT OF US. I FELT AS IF ALL OF OUR TIME ON THIS BLUE AND GREEN PLANET WAS BEING WASTED ON PETTY LITTLE CONCERNS LIKE WAR, EVEN THE MOST DEPRAVED, UNKEMPT, IGNORANT, MENTALLY INCOMPETENT BUS STATION VAGRANT WOULD BE FOUND MORE FIT TO BE PRIME MINISTER! I’M NOT EVEN SURE IF OUR MOTHER AND FATHER WERE THE ONLY FAMILY WE HAD BEFORE YOU CAME ALONG AND ENDED THEIR LIVES SO BY THE GRACE OF PROVIDENCE, I RATHER DIE THAN LIVE ANOTHER SECOND LONGER AS A HUNGRY REFUGEE!”

“Is that so…?” Bleach sighed before growing onward, “perhaps, you are forgetting something here: you are already dead…!”

“Huh?!” the woman hacked out all at once.

Gaining distance upon her already, the man talked, “wherever you had believed that your sister has gone, you cannot follow; we wouldn’t be welcome here anyway, especially with what I had done. After all, you said to yourself that Tartarus should be the more fitting destination for a traitor like you and Rockmount here; wouldn’t you agree, Miss Rarity…? I’m pretty sure that there are many demons trapped in there of all shapes and sizes: imps, ghouls, goblins, and even legions more under the control of what your kind have the audacity to treat as royalty like Malvern and Bardoma; oh yes, I should fit right in! You on the other hand here… well, I’m afraid that you’re going to be in for a long and very painful eternity!”

“Fuck are you talking about: Malvern and Bardoma; what kind of nonsense is that?!” the eponymous individual hissed with anger, “what makes you think that I’m going to be meeting with them…?”

“Eventually, you’ll understand soon enough, but now…” he sighed before blood began to escape from him at once, spilling onto the lone woman.

During the whole course of the newly returned silence, she was then instantaneously treated to the sight of something that made her anger becoming flash–frozen. At that point in time, Bleach had started sprouting some big white tentacles with some peachy suctions underneath, totaling up to at least six of them within him. Recoiling about, the bleeding man’s face had melted away, shedding his hazel eyes as they fell upon the bloody water with his small nose currently growing bigger. Pruning his arms and legs, they were fused to the torso as a pair of wings was growing right from the back of its new owner whom current left his clothes in tatters. At long last did Bleach completed his sudden yet strenuous transformation, finalizing it all as he grew a long gigantic beak that was as sharp enough to break bones.

Crunching up the visage in sheer terror, Rarity was only barely able to channel the remaining energy to comment on the man’s new form reluctantly, “what… in the… world are you, Bleach?!”

“Basically put…” he had started to answer calmly, his squawking voice now deeper and fierce, “your best nightmare…!”

“Aahh…!” the woman shrieked as Bleach’s tentacles swiped at her clothes, knocking away the hat and destroying the matching frock as it had revealed a set of silky undergarments painted black hugging its owner’s skin tightly all at once.

Before long, she could feel the overwhelming shame that had befallen upon herself as she began her attempt to cover the newly exposed layer with her arms, one of which happened to barely latching onto the headgear from before already. Rarity burned brightly once again but instead of solely frustration right at the forefront of it all, humiliation and trepidation had joined in as well; given the intolerable acts committed by the newly transformed man, she’d still stood strong. Aside from that, the woman could feel the top regions of her torso now hardening about despite being clothed and wet alongside the rest of the porcelain toned integumentary system therein, both boots still firmly worn upon her own feet.

Churlishly taking in the sights of her body in a newly formed state of dishabille, he’d then cooed, “it seemed that I had found the one; shame that you could have made a great model as well as a fashion designer to boot if I do say so myself…”

“Don’t you fucking dare…!” Rarity roared resoundingly, reeling back as she had reluctantly resided in the rank realm, “I’m warning you…”

“Even in death, you just don’t get it; it will not work…” Bleach growled before letting off a loud long–winded screech.

Frequencies rising about had left the woman greatly disoriented as she then covered up her own ears almost immediately; despite this, some blood had seeped out from them through the palms all at once. Only then did she relent and drop the soiled hands back into the water, just as the beastly man stop sending out the auditory assault already; now, it was her chance as she was starting to sink inwardly. Even though that Rarity was still aware of her surrounding enough to avoid drowning almost instantaneously, the strength within her own body was beginning to leave with only seconds of the attack.

Gurgling up some water, the woman had found herself being pulled out from there in due time by one of his own tentacles before being restrained as she replied with a tired look, “what the…?”

“Hereon, you can think of it as insurance: something to keep you from escaping and going out the easy way like before…” Bleach said as he ran his second tentacle down from her brassiere and knickers, tearing them both aside to reveal their owner’s large bust and small whispering eye, “look on the bright side though: at least you’ll get to enjoy what I’m about to do to you…”

In an instant, Rarity’s heart was racing as the creature used his appendages to slide into her body, pressing onward with extensive arduous strokes all the way through. This pulp friction made the woman watch on in horror as he moved on with thirst, feeling each fiber from parts of their integumentary systems making contact freely. Her tiresome big blue orbs were now being widened from the sudden impact and were forced to watch Bleach’s new form exploring her body to no end whatsoever. Already was Rarity shedding a bloody stream composed of some tears while the monster’s very own tentacles had currently restrained her from doing anything at all. Crawling about with overwhelming pain and agony, the terrified and lachrymose woman’s body shook to and fro when he was inside her sheath, haunches, and maw. Almost immediately, she was now gasping for oxygen as something warm and loose made its way out and about her fork: a thick red paste coagulating all at once. Soon afterwards, Bleach retracted one of his tentacles away from Rarity’s whispering eye as blood had painted it alongside the outer rim of the external appendage.

“Just my rotten luck: I’m already dying and I’m being defiled by the beast that happened to be the brute of a man my sister was victimized by with no one around to even rescue me from this pain…!” the restrained woman had thought to herself bitterly and with dread encapsulating all throughout her mind.

Keenly aware of the fact she was bleeding from the sheath, the creature still had at least two of his tentacles within her body: one inside her fundament that was also starting to suffer the same fate already; the other was catching a rather profuse amount of saliva here and there to no end whatsoever.

Latching onto Rarity tightly, he had lapped at her nubbins pointing outward from the cleavage and panted, “mmm… tasty milk; at this rate, you could have made a great mother as well with those tits and that ass to boot…”

“Mmph…!” the woman muffled about, “‘et ‘e ‘eathe…!”

“Now, now… you’ll be able to get your chance to be left alone; but first, I haven’t been able to finish what I have started…” Bleach said to her.

Only then did Rarity feel her throat being cleared up as the creature retracted his tentacle from the trachea already. At this point in time, the woman was quick to unload an assortment of such lukewarm hues upon the watery surface. The taste of it was unbearable for the likes of her but the fact that she was still being restrained made her forget. Much of the disgust that was plastered upon Rarity’s visage had still remained albeit mixed with such pain and sorrow. Even though that the lone woman had now been given back some breathing room, she was still coughing up at once. Already, she was still crying about profusely from the very traumatizing ordeal that he was still putting her through. Leering at Bleach was all that Rarity could do as she had felt her own loins bleeding about at the former’s tight grip.

Panted about, the woman had coughed about contemptuously, “you’re… going to… fucking pay for all… this, Bleach; this I swear…!”

“Quaint for the likes of you who is already paying for your sins with your very body…” the man chuckled as he suckled onto her bust with his own beak, “but don’t fret, it will all be over soon anyway…”

“REEEAAAHH…!” Rarity had moaned in pain.

Soon, the woman had begun to feel her thighs become wet and soiled with the same fluid that was found upon her fork just recently. Although that the appendages were no longer within her body in any way or form whatsoever, the recent memories were etched in. The fact that Rarity was bared and bleeding about with her boots on was too much for herself to take in despite the very cold comforts. Coughing about, the lone woman couldn’t help but cry loudly than before, her eyes clouded with liquid and threatening to fizzle out. Having partaken in such a horrific endeavor, she was expecting to be drowning about in the jet black void so as to avoid contending. Even so, Rarity remained on the surface of the water nevertheless, cold, wet, naked, and bleeding whereas he hovered over her no less. Longing for the chance to escape this realm of possibility to another, the woman closed her eyes and looked away from Bleach at once. She was all alone for the most part: she had no friends, no family, no benign lifeform to come to her own rescue, let alone avenge her.

Though Rarity was coughing and weeping about, her assailant had whispered, “see, I told you this will all be over soon; now, you have all the time in the world to feel sorry for yourself, Miss Rarity…”

“Unrepentant fiend, just end my suffering already; you got what you wanted from me now just get on with it and kill me…!” the woman cried as she had looked at him with a teary grimace already, “I don’t even want to live yet another second longer in this state of disgrace and dishonor!”

“Vanquishing you is not of my concern; besides, it would be best to get used to it soon: you’ll be serving the next client within another half–hour…!” Bleach chuffed aloud before disappearing right before her weary eyes almost immediately.

When Rarity was finally left alone like before, she had finally howled a shrill resonance that had filled the dank and dire atmosphere with its high decibels. The pain and sorrow that the lone woman was now feeling convulsing about within moments of quickly embracing the levity that had returned to herself. Fashionable attire was no longer an option for the likes of her for she was too shocked to even remove her own boots, despite the complete lack of fabric.

Xyloid defenses torn asunder by the very attack, Rarity had sobbed aloud, “so this is what it was like for my sister to be abused and left to die at the hands of brutish excuses of men. I was so caught up in my own little sob story, I didn’t even tried to save her from than man, let alone bond her whatsoever. Twilight would have made a better sister for Sweetie Belle instead of me; all that I have done was rely on mother and father to do all the work like good parents do. All in all, it was no excuse to keep my distance away from her whenever she had needed help the most, be if alone or with friends her own age. Really now, all I would like instead is her forgiveness; Sweetie Belle, wherever you are, please understand that I’m sorry for all of this tragedy I had put you through…”

Yawning about, the lone woman was now seeing darkness encroaching in upon her sights as the strength within herself was dissipating all at once. In the grand scheme of things, she had felt like that there was nothing that was holding her down in the very least thereof, light as air yet still heavy. Now, Rarity was tired altogether, the desire to even move one space was no longer even an option whatsoever for the likes of her weeping about.

Zoning out, the lone woman had started to embrace her loneliness which had finally returned already, quickly shutting away her dulled sapphire eyes away immediately.