Dirty Sexy Pony: Anniversary

Chapter 2

Starla was finding it hard to focus on Rarity's lecture on trusting one's own designer's instinct rather than following a client's exact specifications. The student only half-paid attention to her teacher's story about making dresses for herself and her friends for a Grand Galloping Gala a few years ago, and instead kept trying to understand the fact that she was in class right now, and not wallowing alone in a dungeon shackled to the floor.

A patroling guard had woken her up that morning, and confused and sleepy, Starla found herself wrapped snugly in a blanket outside on the Canterlot lawn just outside of the palace gates, close to the Wonderbolt parade grounds. It took a bit of talking but somehow she was able to persuade the guard that she had fallen asleep watching the stars. To her surprise he accepted her excuse that the black uniform and mask were meant to keep her warm, along with the blanket (which hid the rips and stains from last night). After being escorted home, just across the street to her uncle's house, Starla hadn't even made it to her bed and fell asleep on the couch in the living room. Hours later she woke up, and only had enough time to shower, eat a small dinner then leave for class.

When she arrived at the makeshift classroom inside the Cute Boutique, Starla chatted with her classmates, learned about the cute stallions and off-duty guards they had met at Jubilee's dad's donut shop and then class begun when Rarity arrived.

The blue-eyed mare entered as she usually did: loudly and cheerfully. She quickly greeted each of her students before jumping right into her lecture so they could begin work on a quick exercise then continue on their final projects.

It was as though none of last night had happened.

Rarity finished her retrospectively hilarious tale then assigned the night's exercise: sleepwear meant for "special" occasions. The other girls tittered at the surprising theme and made their catcalls at the smugly glowing teacher about yesterday's "early dismissal." Remaining quiet Starla touched her hoof against her lips, remembering the feel of her first kiss. It was pretty easy to decide that it was an awful, terrible experience. Especially compared to the fanciful tale that Rarity started to boast about, something akin to her husband spontanesously surprising her with a romantic dinner at home and then, "Well, you know how a young couple is." She teasingly ended the story as the silks, fabrics and lace were distributed for the exercise.

As Jubilee, Collette and Florence continued to badger their teacher for the dirty details, Starla hurried over to the distribution table to collect her materials and returned to her work area. Her hooves worked out a concept sketch and plotted out the measurements and shapes for their assignment, all without the direct control of her mind. It was as though there were two of her at the moment; Starla Shine the studious fashion designer-to-be, focused on the current task, and Starla Shine the daughter of the relatively known Baltimare private-eye Snapshot, blackmailed for her father's actions (whatever it was he did this time) to break into her teacher's home and report what she found to quite possibly the biggest bitch in Canterlot, Glamorous.

That part of Starla was still trapped in the memories of last night. Still unsure what it was that happened to her when she came across the dark secret of her teacher...quite literally and figuratively. Starla was certain that she would have been kept locked up in that dungeon basement forever, doing who knows what for her teacher's husband and his massive...girth...

The unicorn shivered at the memory of her teacher's pleasured screams and moans. The chill of her cold eyes when she demanded her identity. The casual tone of her threats. There was something that possessed Starla to want more, and a second chill ran up her spine against her attempts to deny it.

Pausing her stitch work, she watched her teacher reprimand Collette for making yet another hat despite the theme of their assignment. After all was said and done, and everypony put the leftover materials and waste in their proper places, Rarity moved in a confident saunter to the front of the room. "Now that's it for today's class. I'll see all of you tomorrow. And for those of you I've already talked to, please stay after class."

Starla gulped from hearing this. During her touch up on her gown, Rarity had managed to sneak up on Starla and whispered such a thing to her before moving smoothly over to Jubilee's station. The unicorn trembled at Rarity's audacity to ask her to do such a thing as stay after class with her rapist. But then again, Starla was just the stupid girl to do such a thing, considering how she did not go straight to the Canterlot guard this morning and tell him what had happened, or even more desperately, gone over to report her findings to Glamorous.

If a pony like Glamorous had connections with the types of thugs her dad always seemed to get in the way of, she was sure to be able to take on the purple-maned devil in fashionable clothing currently standing before her.

Starla watched with growing anxiety as the other students began to leave, but was surprised to see one of her classmates stay behind with her. 'Is she also?' Her mind immediately jumped to that conclusion when she heard,

"Thanks, Rarity. I promise to get the assignment done when I get back."

"Not a problem, dear. Just have yourself a good time in Neighagra Falls with your family. I've heard it's beautiful this time of year."

"Really? That's great to hear. Anyways. I'll see you next week, Rarity. You too, Starla. Thanks again, Rarity." Then after a polite hug between the two ponies, Florence left.

Once the door closed Starla realized she was now left alone in the room with Rarity. The same Rarity who was humming the same happy tune now as she did last night while pinning her against a wall, making her cum against her will.

Before she could move Rarity turned toward Starla and smiled. "Hello, dear. I know you're not having any problems with class or at work...I'm so sorry, for the life of me I can't seem to remember. What was it I wanted to talk with you about, again?"

She knew. If it wasn't already obvious that she knew from her request to stay after class the entertained smirk on the old mare's face made it quite so now.

Starla gulped at the thought as she came under her teacher's intimidating gaze.

"Hrmm. Are you getting tongue tied?" Rarity walked over to her and leaned in close, practically touching her nose to hers, with eyes half-lidded.

"Um...uh..." Failing to think of anything safe to say, Starla resigned herself to silently shake her head.

Rarity chuckled and made a mischievous smile, leaning back once more to give Starla some breathing space. "Trust me, darling, no matter how you answered I'd have managed to make it sound sexual one way or another. Now, since I scratched your 'itch' last night, miss burglar, tell me what I want to know." Saying this in a low, husky manner, Rarity added a wink that sent caused Starla a shiver.

Most frightening however, was not knowing whether it was an enjoyable one or not...

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Walking down the chic hall of the modeling agency the next day, Starla was brought before two large oak doors.

Located in the upper district of north Canterlot, the office of the Glamorous Models Agency was resplendent in plush reds and other vibrant hues, as well as blues and similar cool shades. From the couches to the drapes to the lamps to the gold embroidered carpet laid atop the deeply brown wooden floors Starla could only feel that the sole purpose of the decor was a contemptuous effort to rise an awe in ponies who did not live in such surroundings on a daily basis.

It took several minutes of walking down a single, winding hall, but finally the secretary that had been leading the way, a blue-coated blond-maned earthpony stallion wearing a pair of half-moon glasses opened the heavy looking doors with a push of his hoof and Starla was ushered into a large office.

The office was no less grand in style than the hallways and chandelier-containing foyer at the front entrance, but the fancy nature was simply contained in one room. Large bay windows on the east and north facing walls opened up to a view of Canterlot outstretched below. While nowhere near the height of the royal castle built into the side of the mountain nearby nor was it the tallest in the city, the office building was a good story taller than most of the stone constructions in all of Canterlot simply as a result of its being built on a hilly slope.

From behind a table, the blue pony ever dressed in a fabulously loud manner of ruffled everything trotted over to Starla and kissed her much to her surprise both cheeks. Exchanging a silent glance, the stallion closed the office door behind him, leaving the two mares alone.

"Starla! Great to see you again, kid. I got from last time how straight to the point you are, so, did you find something about them I can exploit?"

While skipping the pleasantries, Starla could still sense the "better-than-you" playfulness in Glam's tone and behavior. The same kind that innocently expected an apology from somepony else for an accidental run-in even if she was the one not looking where she was going.

Remembering her role Starla simply replied, "N-not exactly..." The uncertainty unhidden as she looked down for a moment.

Glam's eyebrows furrowed upon hearing Starla's insecure answer. "What's that supposed to mean?" She took a step back, wary but retaining her playful grin to tell herself that she was still in control despite the slight confusion. "If you have second thoughts about our deal, love, allow me to tell you about a new photograph of your father that just came in this afternoon. You know, proof of life, and all?"

Walking to behind her desk, Glam magically floated a large manila-colored envelope from one of the drawers then slid it across the table to Starla. "Unless you're here to tell me that you didn't find anything at all. Which would be a problem since that'd be lying; nopony lives in Canterlot for long without having a dark secret or two."

Starla gulped when she heard that truism and hoping not to be noticed she subtly adjusted her stance where she stood and nodded modestly. "No, I found something. But after some thought...I decided that I won't tell you."

Glam blinked and smiled with a deeper furrowing of her eyebrows, letting out an awkward laugh. "Could you explain your change of heart to me because I can't seem to understand. Don't you care for your father? Don't you want to save him before something...unfortunate, happens to him?"

"Um..." Her heart beginning to race, Starla pressed her tongue against the back of her teeth, holding back her response much to Glam's annoyance.

With the softest of growls, the blue pony walked back toward the young mare, holding the manila envelope in her telekinetic grip nearby. "I've seen the pictures, kid. They're not pretty. You're lucky that I've been so nice and made sure he stayed alive this long even though you're a day late. I'll give you a spoiler and tell you that you'd be lucky to get your dad's right hoof back if you don't tell me Rarity's secret right now!" She brought herself close enough to count the number of the girl's eyelashes and pressed the envelope against the side of Starla's head with a light touch.

"That won't be necessary. I can tell you myself, if you want." Turning toward the sound of the closing office doors, both Glam and Starla watched as Rarity walked into the office with a posh green-colored saddlebag resting on her back. "Just FYI, those pictures of yours are out of date as of this morning, Glam. Much like that tacky headband of yours, yuck."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Glam spat out irritably toward the interloper, instinctively touching her hoof against her ruffled accessory to adjust it before standing on all fours once more. "And how did you get past Sabel?"

"Oh please, Glam, your secretary may be a cunning linguist but he also has a glass jaw. "

"You bitch."

"Hmm. That's a compliment coming from a pony whose mind is as complex as the plot of a Daring Do novel."

"Tch. I don't have to take any comments from a dragon fucker!"

Seeing Glam's horn glow, Rarity rolled her eyes and just held back the need to yawn. "Spike, hold her down, please." She said flatly as she walked away to the side toward Starla.

Suddenly crashing through the office doors Spike charged in with a single bound and in great speed grabbed Glam's horn before she could react. The instant his claws grasped her horn, she seemed to lose feeling in her legs and she crumpled to the floor.

Unsurprised by all of this, Rarity used her telekinesis to float her bag off of herself. "Starla hold this for a moment, please." She said, looping her bag around her student's shoulders and onto her back then walked over to the now-restrained pony.

Unable to escape his hold, Glam thrashed and kicked with her legs but to no avail as Spike kept her pinned down to the floor on her side while holding onto her horn all the while. Hearing Rarity's hoofsteps approach, Glam tried to bring her heavy breathing under control from her earlier effort, screaming out, "Y-you and your pet dragon d-d-don't scare me!"

"Well you should be, Glam." The other unicorn smiled, finding her former classmate's behavior cute. "Now, I understand your attempt to get a hold of my dirty little secrets, Glam. I really do. They say that 'knowledge is power,' after all. But that's a two way street. For example..." Rarity leaned in and began to whisper into Glam's ear.

Glam's eyes grew wide and she shook her head, her ears twitching as though the words Rarity had just spoken was responsible for the sudden, uncomfortable itch she felt, and she gulped. "How...how did you know!?"

"Well, let's see." Rarity began when she stood up straight, eyes rolling to the top-right corner and acted as though she had to think about it. "Pirouette is one of my regular clients. The two of us go to the spa together every so often and you'd be surprised how gabby she gets after several glasses of wine and a few hours in the sauna." Rarity then let out a chipper-sounding sigh and shrugged her shoulders, looking back to Glam lying on the floor. "In any case, I don't know how she came to know exactly but really, she's the last pony to complain about her husband having a mistress, considering the whole line of suitors she meets whenever she goes on one of her 'vacations.'"

Glam's mouth dried up upon hearing this. She thought she was being careful, timing her visits whenever Piroutte was out of town. She paid off the maids and butlers and intimidated those who couldn't be bought. If any of what Rarity was saying was true, then...with increasing difficulty, she did her best to gulp. But then it struck her. Glam smiled, remembering that the thought of anypony threatening her was nothing short of stupid for a well known socialite like Rarity, who was risking her reputation by pulling off this stunt with her dragon pet.

She smiled wider and let out a laugh, half-confident, surprising even Rarity with the suddenness of it all. "Nice try, Rarity. Nice try." As soon as she revealed Rarity's stupidity, Glam thought happily to herself, she would pull all of her strings and cash in all of her owed favors to openly run the violet-maned bitch standing proudly above her out of town rather than continue the careful subterfuge she originally planned. The Trotfrees, the Gallants, the Dressages, the Uppercrusts, every family and noblepony in Canterlot would be turned against Rarity or suffer a similar or worse fate than what she had planned against the smug bitch who dared to waltz into Canterlot from nowheresvile and cut into everypony's profits. At this point, she decided, not even Fancy Pants would be safe if she could help it for supporting Rarity's move to Canterlot in the first place.

"If you do anything more than this, you realize that you'd essentially be spitting into Windfall's face. You wouldn't want me to assert that you were one of Geyser's war assets this whole time, would you?"

'Windfall?' Unable to completely follow the tension-filled talk between the mares before her, Starla's attention was heightened when Glamorous mentioned the name of the Canterlot licensing committee chairpony. The top authority of fashion in the center of Equestria's fashion world. As for a war, Starla didn't understand what Glam meant by that. The closest she could think of was a memory when he, before promising he would retire from private investigation when she started sending money back home, had made mention to her as he always did about finding links between the Baltimare gangs and Canterlot, but when she pressed him on the issue admitted that he never got any substantial or solid leads. She didn't take the claim all too seriously anyway, brushing it off as part of her old stallion's ongoing attempt to bring back his glory days when he was involved in the big break ups of the major Los Pegasus, Baltimare and Manehattan crime families.

The name Geyser, however, didn't sound at all familiar, which was surprising to say the least. Unable to remember everything from her father's files when she helped at his office during his heyday, Starla couldn't be sure if it was some sort of nom de guerre or simply a new family that emerged since she left her home town to pursue her failed modeling dream. If anything, what was truly disheartening at the moment was to see her teacher looking just as bit as intimidating as the criminal mugshots of the ponies in her father's criminal files. It only painted a darker portrait on top of the domineering mistress that had her way with her just the other night. Starla gulped at the memory and brought her tail close to herself to hide the growing inappropriate wetness.

"It seems you aren't completely out of touch with the rumor mill, hmmm?" Rarity sent Glam a grave smile and it remained as the look in the designer's eyes turned chilly and apathetic. "Well that blowhard Windfall can send an army if he wants. But here's something you haven't known. One of my dark secrets that you've been oh-so-eager to learn: I've already worked with Geyser Cozy on a number of occasions.

"However, I've never had any inclination of joining the little turf war Windfall's been having the past number of years until this stunt you pulled using my student. But again I don't blame you. Your only mistake was getting caught."

Eager to snap back at hearing her lover's name belittled, Glam froze when Rarity told her that unexpected bit of news. "You worked...with Geyser Cozy?" She was breathless and her body felt so cold that it was numb now, no longer trembling in either fear or anger. "But...no one's supposed to know who's worked with him..." Without her wanting to, Glam's trembling resumed, earning a darker look from the other unicorn that only fed into her anxieties. "You're lying...right? You're just trying to fuck with my head. Wh-why are you telling me all this now?"

A happy hum escaped from Rarity's lips as she leaned close to the terrified mare, stricken with fear that made her feel drenched at the sight. The purple-maned mare licked her lips hungrily and practically moaned out, "Because I know you won't be able to tell anypony else. Spike?"

She felt him adjust his grip on her upon hearing his name and from that minimal sign, Glam's survival instincts kicked in. "Wait! No! You can't-AAAH!" Lifted off the ground by her horn, Glam choked out a gasp as the dragon held her tightly by her neck with his other hand. She pulled weakly against the hand with her forehooves, flailing with her hindlegs in desperation as her body dangled side-to-side like a pinata from her useless struggling. "Windfall...will...urk...find out!" Her voice managed to escape from her mouth between restricted, gurgled breaths.

Ignoring Glam's warning Rarity addressed her dear husband in a low, almost sensual tone. "Don't bother taking any more of her magic right now. Just ruin her."

"Ru...in...me...?" Glam shivered from hearing that cruel command and the dragon's low growl in response from behind her. She sharply inhaled when she felt warm flesh suddenly slap upwards against her between her hind legs, touching the inside of her thighs. In futility the blue unicorn squirmed and writhed as she felt the smooth, throbbing surface of the thing drag against her until only the tip was poking at her nethers. She tried to protest in a terrified whisper, but the shock of pain interfered with her thoughts. "Y-you...wouldn't dar-AAAAAAGHH!" Glamorous screamed out in a throaty wail as she was pierced while still dry, stretched beyond what she imagined was possible for a pony. "AAAAAGH!"

Tears streamed down her face as her body bucked from the unfathomable pain. She clenched her eyes shut and shook and gasped and cried from the pain. "AAAAAAAGHHHHHH!" Glam gasped out, being forcibly bounced up and down feeling nothing but scourging fire in her loins.

With a skip in her step, Rarity ignored all of this, returning to Starla who stood there, frozen in terror watching the horrible scene. "Starla, my bag, please." She asked in an innocent tone.

With wide eyes, the younger mare continued to look off into the distance and Rarity pouted. "Ahem! Starla? Starla!" Tapping her hoof against the other mare's shoulder, Starla jumped in surprise and realized that Rarity was standing before her.

"Y-yes?"

Rarity sighed. "Don't be so jumpy, dear. All that stress will give you wrinkles and frown lines." She combed back a stray lock of mane from Starla's face as she said that, wondering how the girl would look with a hair clip or even with a braided style.

"Why...why are you doing all of this?" Starla asked, disbelief and fear obvious on her face.

"What do you mean, why? To teach her a lesson, of course. Karma can be quite the terrible teacher" Seeing the look of disbelief on Starla's face remain, Rarity's face turned softer. "Really now, it's just as I said before. You can't honestly expect me to just stand back and do nothing while my favorite student is in trouble."

Starla blushed, rationalizing it as her body's reaction and looked away, hoping not to let herself catch a glimpse of Glam's current fate as she did so.

"Oh, just like that." Rarity said approvingly. "You look so much better when you smile, darling!" To Starla's surprise, Rarity leaned in and pecked her on the cheek and she brought her hoof to touch the spot, looking back to her teacher in confusion. "Now, it's going to be a while until Spike is done and even though it isn't proper for a lady to be impatient, I'm absolutely famished." She lifted the saddlebags she had placed on Starla with her magic and placed it on the floor between them.

Opening the flap Rarity revealed a basket from which she took out a plate and accompanying triangle-shaped sandwich, floating the portion with the plate under it to catch any crumbs toward her mouth, with a napkin also taken from the basket floating at the ready. Just an inch away from her mouth though, she nearly dropped the sandwich when Glam screamed nearby.

"PLEASE!" She shrieked out in pain as snot and mucus mixed together with her tears and slobber. The hand around her throat was looser, adjusted to less of a tight grip in order to focus on pumping her body up and down. "SOMEPONY HELB ME! I'B SOWWY, WAWITY! I'B SAH-HA-HA-WWY! JUST PWEASE...LEMME G-OMMMMH!" Before she could finish, the clawed hand from around her horn clamped over the pony's mouth and only muffled pleas could be heard from then on.

"Ah." Rarity sighed in relief. "Well now, that's surprising. Didn't even have to ask. Hm." She shrugged. "Thank you, love~!" She said without looking over to her husband and focused once more on Starla. "I swear, I'm the luckiest mare in the world." Rarity fluttered her eyes and gave a gleeful smile after taking a bite. "Mmm!" She squealed with the utmost happiness as her taste buds enjoyed themselves and she made quick, small chews before swallowing her dear Spike's always delicious cuisine. After dabbing the napkin on either side of her mouth she presented the basket toward Starla using her blue-hued magic. "Sandwich?"

Author's Note: Is it chapter 3 already? Time to

JUMP THE SHARK!