Ever since a mishap cost Rarity most of her mane, she decided to try a new look, one that now turned heads across Ponyville. She sheared her locks into a messy punk style, and snipped her tail short to match, both styled in a rainbow of vivid colors. A black jacket, a couple of earrings, and a studded collar completed the bold look.
She strutted into town and brushed a hoof through her tresses whenever anypony stopped to stare or whistle. It seemed she had even started a trend from the appearance of all the mares who attempted to copy her style, but of course none were quite able to match her still refined comeliness despite their best efforts.
She recalled the way Fleur de Lis liked to pose, and mimicked her, hooves planted upon the lucky stallions or mares nearby when she outstretched a hindleg. With her chopped and tied tail, her flank laid completely exposed, down to a puckered pink ponut which she kept well-groomed, which had a whiff of perfume dabbed to it designed to simulate a female's vaginal musk. She strutted all across the town to show off, with a sway of foal-bearing hips to match her well-rounded derriere, oblivious to have forward she truly was now that her inhibitions receded.
Hanging bulbous breasts so pale the veins below were visible swung like pendulums under her bouncy trot. Her dock raised skywards when she bounced her buns about. She had decided to pierce her rose-colored nipples with rings, and had taken specially prepared hormones so that she would lactate a little, tiny beads of milk formed upon her perky areolas. Usually she would never be this forward, but this makeover had inspired a naughtier side she usually left as a mere subtle tease, to the point where she quietly dared herself to push the limits further and further.
Unknown to her (And most of the citizens) was what it meant in certain places whenever a mare cut her tail that short. With her dock raised it left her pastel pink asshole and pussy completely visible at all times, and since they usually trotted on all fours, she was always in the perfect position to be mounted. Those who wore such a style silently communicated that they were ready to be taken by any stallions that happened to pass by in a rather violent manner.
Such was her blissful lack of awareness that she decided to take a shortcut home. She ducked into an alleyway with her snout turned upwards, oblivious to the shadow which crept over the wall behind her. She heard a rustle and her insides turned watery. She attempted to look back, only to feel a sudden weight fall upon her, and a powerful bite on the nape of her neck, which left her pinned in place. Her limbs shook and a cry no other pony heard echoed around her.
She squirmed with a muffled whinny. Her entire frame shook down to the dimples above her buttocks which blushed a mild pink at the slightest bit of arousal. Such an unwanted reaction had caused her so much embarrassment, especially when she was in the company of friends.
Her attempted resistance only seemed to embolden the stallion who mounted her, his shaft tracing the walls of her outer labia for mere moments, before he gradually pushed his way inside, until he fully hilted her with a grunt as his powerful muscles bore down. He ripped away the jacket, to the point where were it not for her accessories, he would have completely denude his subdued prey. She stared wide-eyed ahead, unable to break his needy hold.
Worst of all was how brazenly her supple body betrayed her, her clit swollen when it winked, until emissions that communicated her readiness drip-dropped from her marehood. Smeared mascara ran down a fully-flushed face. Her tongue lolled from her mouth when he started to buck her. She'd heard an estrus cycle could be kickstarted whenever a mare was properly aroused; to her shame she felt her upper body lower and her hindquarters raised in complete submission to the anonymous stallion who had decided to fuck her silly without ceremony.
Sometimes amidst a masturbation session, she fantasized about rough sex with strangers,a union where she could be passive and shameless. Before the rise of the Princesses who outlawed such behavior, in a dark time mostly lost to the annals of history, many stallions had brutally ravished mares to spread their seed far and wide. In order to protect their psyches mares learned to instinctively shut down their minds and lose themselves in the blissful estrus such a crude act induced. Their bodies reflexively submitted to prove they were worthy mates that would hopefully be spared and taken in by their dominators who were hopefully pleased. Of course the few who knew this secret desire of mares never discussed it in polite company.
She panted and cried out when he ruthlessly bucked in-and-out of her. Felt both holes of her nethers contract in reaction. He took his prey without any concern for her pleasure, which he knew would come naturally once he dominated her. Her mind told her this was a dreadful situation, but her heart stated it was wonderful; that this was a mare's natural place, to please a stallion that skillfully overpowered her. Graffiti covered brickwork lined with foul artwork and stains, while the silhouettes from their lusty union crawled over the wall, his muscular form perched above as his shaft bucked her. She whimpered until eyes rolled into her skull.
He manipulated her swelled mammaries, pinched nipples so wide they covered a significant portion of her teats, pulled them so hard that she yelped. His shaft struck her cervix with an audible squish. His hot breath fell upon the back of her neck when he cried out in release. His flared cock throbbed within her enclosed tunnel, which milked him dry with each instinctive squeeze. She tried to plead with him to unload his sweet on her back or flanks, even on her face or inside her asshole, anywhere but her marehood; unfortunately her words came out as a whorish series of slurred whimpers that could put even Fluttershy at her horniest to shame.
Her mind went numb from indescribable euphoria every time she even tried to resist in any way. In response her vulva needily sucked away like a second pair of lips to service their invader. Load-after-sticky-load spilled into her womb. She pictured her eggs being fertilized from the white splash that splattered into her cervix. She lost what tiny traces of composure still remained, once her shrill scream overpowered her own, and her emissions erupted from her cunt like a fountain.
A rush of dopamine shut down all rational thought. It told her she deserved this for her reckless foolishness, that she was just a stupid piece of maremeat, who wouldn't have enjoyed this so much if not for her inner slut. All traces of her built up Lady-like identity momentarily vanished.
She sunk down low when he pulled free. His seed leaked from her labia and mixed with her liquids while she panted. Then her eyes snapped back open and widened when she felt his softened member trace her pink rectum. It only took seconds before he hardened to a full erection once more. Precum leaked onto this unexplored entryway. "Oh...oh," she cooed with a blissfully dumb smile after he finally drilled balls deep into her well-shaped backdoor.
It hardly seemed to matter who he was now. What he wanted was plainly obvious and she saw little reason to deny him when it felt this damned nice. Were she able to think straight anymore she never would have entertained such an idea, but an estrus cycle force-started by his domination reduced her to putty. All she could do now was ride her current lusty state out.
Her spanked her buttcheeks which immediately blushed a passionate pink, a colorful hoofprint of ownership branded on each wobbly buttock. Under normal circumstances she never would have dared let some ruffian take her up the ass, but now that she knew how wonderful it felt she wondered why she'd ever hesitated. She clenched her sphincter until his teeth audibly clenched and he released another series of powerful shots directly into her most sacred place.
After he dismounted her a trail of his seed dripped from her upper hole to match the ruined one below. She used what little telekinesis she could manage to spread her tunnels open and let his juices flow out. Not that it was likely to help much had he already impregnated her. His shadow vanished when she heard the clop of his retreating hooves. She decided to lay there for a while, sweaty, tear-stricken, and overwhelmed by it all. Her jacket laid tattered beyond repair.
Whatever dignity she once had was mostly spent, but she swore to somehow reclaim it. She drifted in and out of consciousness. Felt like she was outside her body and somehow able to see the wreck before her. She pitied the beautiful yet broken unicorn which laid in a filthy heap. Somehow it felt like she had become completely detached from reality.
*****
It felt like an hour passed, before Rarity was finally able to stand, and clumsily headed back home. Her knees were wobbly once she stumbled from the dank alleyway. Thankfully even in her dazed state she knew Canterlot Boutique was only a short trip ahead. She did her best to trot over despite sore limbs, thankful this route was deserted as usual. She couldn't bear to let anyone she knew see her in such a state. Her mane was now a wild mess and her runny mascara made her look like some cheap used porn star. She blushed all over at the very idea.
She spotted her home a short distance away, and cantered towards it, only to freeze when a premonition struck her. Her ears pinned back when she heard the familiar rip of the earth. She broke into a run despite the soreness in her limbs, tripped and face-planted when a series of claws seized her ankles and hair, then pulled her down into a fissure that swallowed her whole. She shrieked and vanished into the maw's darkness which closed entirely over her.
Her pert rump landed in a pile of dirt with a thud. She rubbed her sore backside with both front hooves. Gemstones embedded in the rock dimly lit the caverns. A trio of hulking shadows descended from above. She tried to scream once more but the noise caught in her throat. She told herself she'd put these brutes in their place before, that she was far more clever and resourceful than all three put together, but the earlier violation had shaken her confidence. She flashed back to the attack in the alley with ambivalence.
Once he'd broken her defenses her body had relished the assault and her mind soon followed. Guilt overwhelmed her. How could she possibly take even the smallest trace of pleasure from such a vile act? Was this karma for every mistake she'd ever made?
The scruffy Diamond Dogs approached her from all sides. Their dirty fur carried a mildly foul odor, but that was nothing compared to their hot breath, which fell upon her now bristling thin white coat. She tried to run but her limbs only shook. "K-keep away you scoundrels!"
Their leader, Fido, licked his lips with a slobber. Despite his wits he eventually rose to alpha status by sheer brute force. He seized her by the choker with one claw, pulled it so tight she choked a little, while he attached a chain to it. "Pretty pony pussy," he leered at her with shameless approval. "Thinks she can order us around? Time we put the mule in her place."
One of the minions, Rover, rubbed his paws together. "Let me! She's a bitch in heat that needs to be bred hard," he snarled and slobbered. "I want to break the mule!" He studied the dried cum stained all over her flanks. "That's if she hasn't been completely broken already!"
Rarity's features twisted in unbridled hatred. "You lowborn scum! How dare you touch me!"
The third member, Spot, smacked her tender hindquarters so hard she yelped. "Don't talk back, slutty mule! Or else we'll be twice as hard on you! Isn't that so?" He bared razor-sharp yellow teeth, and when she tried to rear up on him, he delivered a powerful kick to her cunt.
Pain which made her wince and wobble quickly transformed into a hateful deathstare. She reeled backwards when he threw a vicious punch that slipped past the folds of her labia and sunk elbow-deep into her foalmaker. She squealed in shock and disgust with a fully-flushed face as a small shower of her juices erupted in response. She couldn't believe the way her body reacted, reduced to a prison, or perhaps a vessel solely for the use of others' pleasure.
Her horn shimmered, and she summoned a telekinetic storm made from whatever debris was handy, stones both common and precious, as she pelted the troika. A cloud of dust kicked around them. She narrowed her eyes with a sneer and cast about a miniature trash storm that lacerated them in small cuts and powerful blows that almost knocked the wind from them.
While his followers cowered and scrambled, the alpha continued to push forward, paws raised fist-like to protect his face while he slowly advanced. She pushed her psychokinesis to its absolute limits, but even so he bounded closer, until he bore down on his now petrified victim.
Grabbed by a handful of her mane, she saw the earth rush closer, her face slammed into the dirt. Worse than that was a crack that resounded when her horn struck a small boulder. Her head swam and her vision blurred. A trickle of warm blood leaked between her dazed eyes. When the smoke finally cleared all the stuff she manipulated fell at once with pitter-patter.
She wept like never before with the realization that her horn was fractured beyond repair. She tried to call up another spell only to feel it fizzle out in a nearly useless display of tiny fireworks. She knew some powerful wizards could overcome such a burden, but it often took them a lifetime, and the chances that she would be one of them were quite slim indeed.
"No more tricks, mule whore." He snarled. "Your fine little ass is ours now!"
Rarity stared at the slimy cocks that started to unsheathe themselves. The veiny members were already wet and leaked a tad from their tips. "Oh Celestia, no..." She told herself this was merely a nightmare, that she would wake up any moment, and everything would be all right.
"Shut up," demanded Fido when he pulled the chain, and she turned her snout away, only to have it smacked by his dick. Precum smeared her face as he hardened. He continued to slap his thick pink member across both her flushed cheeks, slathered her in his translucent emissions.
She trembled when another moist penis probed about her slit. "Ah! No," came the shrill cry when one of the brutes mounted her. Rover's equipment swelled when he knotted her. Another scream that almost made her throat hoarse escaped her once Spot's dick plunged into her asshole and flared until it too locked into place. They pushed and pulled inside to work her over. She sobbed uncontrollably as her entire frame when limp under the ravenous beasts.
"Get your ass out of my face," the one who plundered her cunt demanded of his brethren. His claws kneaded her pinkened asscheeks to the point where he drew blood from tiny pinpricks.
The one on top humped away like a psychopath, his paws constricted around her bulbous titties, to the point where he was certain to leave bruises. "Shut up," Spot whined. "I can't help it! Just ride it out and let's double-team this snotty cumdumpster until we've broken her in!"
"Triple-team you mean," their leader reminded when he forced Rarity's muzzle open. She stared him down with a smoulder, dared him to stick his dick in her dainty mouth. he poised an open claw over one of her irises. "Even think about it and I'll pluck those pretty eyes out and eat them. After all you'll hardly need them to be fucked senseless." Her nose ran a little as she wept anew. She allowed him to fully pry open her nozzle, and took his length to the balls, her head directed downwards under both his wide paws. A salty taste filled her entire mouth.
Maybe she could rip his penis and testicles off before he could hurt her further. She attempted to blank out her current predicament and fantasized about such a scenario. Unfortunately in her weakened state there was no chance she could escape them all. She had no choice but to endure the brutal trio, who violently rutted her with no concern for her pleasure. Shamefully she felt her nethers moisten anew anyhow from the moment she had first taken their knots.
They bit and scratched at her. Left her covered in small cuts and bruises as they worked her supple body over. All her holes ached in a mixture of pleasure and pain from their rapid thrusts. She sobbed and cursed her battered body anew when a euphoric shudder crashed over her entirety. She knew they wouldn't stop until she broke completely, no matter whether it took months to see it to completion. Somehow she doubted her mind would last the week.
Her whole physique stiffened when the trio buried themselves deep as they could, trained to synchronize whenever they broke in another victim, their hot seeds unloaded all at the same time. "Mmmph," she cried when cum exploded from her nostrils, erupted about the circumference of an anus with a dick still knotted inside it, and likewise sprayed with her own feminine emissions from her violated vulva. She tapped on the leader's side for mercy, and received no quarter, while they continually came in her fuckholes for nearly a whole minute.
Slimy trails still connected their shafts to her when they finally pulled free with a plop. The knots were used to keep their broodmare locked in place while they impregnated her. She laid in a quivering heap and wondered whether they could potentially knock her up. She shuddered at the idea but it was irrelevant now. There was no escape. She was ruined beyond repair. It hardly mattered whether she was rescued; she would never be the same anymore.
*****
Months passed. Rarity's belly swelled with a litter of unborn mutts. She pensively rubbed it with her hoof, sometimes fantasized about the destruction of the life within, which would drip out in a bloody mess from her nethers. However they kept her under watch at almost all times, collared and chained to a crudely carved throne made from the bones of other ponies they no doubt raped until they expired, and then feasted upon until the marrow was sucked from well-picked bones. Skulls were piled into a dank corner where she was directed to relieve herself.
They thoroughly degraded and eventually downgraded her from mule to mere cow. It started with a blow to one eye during a rebellious streak which left a bruise so dark it appeared black, and so pleased was Fido with his work that he and his followers battered her all over, careful to leave her belly untouched when they left her covered in black marks that resembled cowprint. Soon all it took was a raised of a fist and she voided her bladder with a tremor to their cackles.
Demanded that she wash the mess, she laid on her back, and carefully avoided her bloated belly filled with kicking pups, when she put her limberness to use. The cowbell around her neck rattled when her snout sunk between her thighs to lap at a urine-soaked cunt. They chortled and called her a fat cow while she licked herself clean. She meekly bowed her head. They rarely allowed her a moment's rest, and she'd lost count of the times she'd woken up with one of more of their cocks stuffed into her. Her only relief was a hidden water vein behind some stones she found, which she used to bathe herself in the rare moments they were occupied.
Fortunately the water wasn't too dirty. In a fugue state she'd often stumble over to the hidden spot she kept buried under a pile of stones and splashed a bit into her bloodshot eyes. She rinsed dried semen from all her orifices in a vain attempt to reclaim the mare she used to be.
A pair of bowels marked Cowrity were left for her, one with some sort of nasty mush that passed for food, another with mildly dirty water. Tears pattered the surface. She lapped at it as survival instincts inevitably kicked in. Not a day passed where she didn't consider suicide.
They routinely passed her between them like a cheap chew toy, slapped and spanked swollen mammaries that dribbled milky trails. Continued to take her hard as they could with their whelps left unharmed. She simply obeyed. Afterwards the trio would either shower her in semen or even urinate all over her to mark their cowed possession. Likewise each time she took another dick they carved tiny tally marks so deep into her milky flesh that it left scars.
Sometimes she would catch her reflection via a diamond embedded in the caves, saw that her beautiful mane had returned to its former fullness despite its messiness, and a rare smile crept onto her face at a reminder of who she used to be. But the realization her bests days were far behind her only made this situation hurt all the worse. Muted sobs wracked her body all over.
The links of her chain rattled when she shrank from the shadows that approached. Her heart almost stopped when she spotted a petite bundle thrash in their leader's arms and heard a familiar series of shrill squeals. "Rarity," cried out Sweetie Belle who ceaselessly blubbered.
"No...no!" A renewed fury Rarity believed had died out now welled up in her heart. She raced forward and yanked the chain to its full length, until she nearly choked under the strain.
"Your stupid pony friends have never stopped searching for you. Especially this one. She was stupid enough to look for you on her own, even after every else had went home for the night." His claws encircled the foal's throat. He sniffed her loins. "Looks like she's well into puberty."
"I-I'm sorry Rarity," sobbed Sweetie Belle with a quiver of her lips. "This is all my fault!" Snot ran from her nose while she blubbered uncontrollably. "I'm s-so sorry! Please don't hate me!"
The fashionista's heart ached like never before. "I could never! I'm so proud of you!" She wanted to share all the stuff left unsaid between them since this could be her last opportunity.
Sweetie Belle's bladder emptied when a nail raked over her. "I-I'm scared, sister..."
Rarity wanted to believe there was still a chance, no matter how slim. She submissively lowered herself to her knees and cupped her hooves in prayer. She hated to do this in front of her little sister, but under the circumstances there wasn't room to quibble. "Please, do whatever you like with me. Just spare her. I'll happily be your dirty whore and do whatever you say! Wouldn't you rather have a mare that freely submits to you? That worships you?"
She crawled up to the alpha and rubbed a cheek on his sheathed cock and balls as she met his eyes with a sultry look. Her eyes met his with the sultriest look she could muster when she teased his shaft from its sheathe with a flick of her tongue before she swallowed it whole. Her hooves took Rover's and Spot's veiny dicks which she stroked in rhythm. "Pretty please?"
Fido continued to hold the squirmy foal in one paw while he used the other to direct his concubine's head down his shaft. She used what little magic she could still muster to manipulate her incredibly swollen mammaries, each pinch of flesh and twist of nipples causing more lactation to leak from the now dark pink slits still beaded with milk at their erect tips.
His men were the first to erupt all over her like always, her pregnant belly and breasts soaked in rivulets of steamy cum. He pried her maw open which she happily widened to accept the viscous stream he fired into it. Gargled semen bubbled when she swished it about her mouth. She swallowed it all down with a playful slurp, unable to hide a certain pride in her work.
Fido stroked his scruffy chin, let her ruminate for a moment. "Hmm..." He looked at the untouched ass and puss before him. It enticed him far more than a well-used cow. "Nah."
A stream of whimpers that seemed to come from somewhere else resounded in Rarity's flattened ears. She wailed as the barbarians pulled her sister into the pile of skulls and descended upon her. Shrills screams were carried about the maze-like labyrinth with an echo. She closed her eyes so hard they strained and covered her ears with both hooves. She knew they would mercilessly dominate her the same way she'd been taken despite her small size.
Minutes passed while they ravished her. She hated herself for ever time she'd hurt her or let her down. She wished she could take it all back. Tell her how much she loved her. No doubt they would replace her once the pups were delivered, or else force them to perform lewd acts, until they tired of their latest conquests which would then be reduced to meat and excrement.
For a moment fantasies of somehow ending Sweetie Belle's life to end her pain swam through her consciousness. She imagined running over and breaking her neck, strangling her with the chain, whatever it took so she wouldn't suffer anymore. But when the reality of what she'd even dared consider washed over her, nausea made her stomach turn and her bowels water.
She shook her head and sobbed uncontrollably, unable to take this hellish situation anymore. With her head lined up with the shiniest diamond etched into the caverns, she took one last look at the broken beauty that remained, before she slammed her skull full-force into its well-carved surface. A crimson warmth dripped into her blurred vision. Her hazy senses swam.
Nevertheless she continued to bash her head in, until brain matter started to leak out from fractured bone, and a blackness that overtook her welcomed her. She prayed that her friends, family, and especially Sweetie Belle wouldn't hate her for such a selfish act. She didn't want to be remembered this way. Harder-and-harder she rapidly struck the surface. A crack resounded in her ears. It was the sweetest mercy possible when death inevitably claimed her.
*****
The moment Rarity's eyes blinked back open, they were overwhelmed by such an illumination that it almost blinded her. Gathered around the fashionista were all her friends and family, and she welled up at the realization this must be the afterlife. Some of them smiled at her while others appeared inexplicably sad. She beamed back at Sweetie Belle who looked particularly distressed, and unable to find her voice, she mouthed to them that it would all be okay.
Sweetie Belle's round eyes watered. "Will she really be okay?" The sun poured in from the open curtains and spilled into the hospital room, its patient propped into a comfortable bed. Clinically white walls were broken up by a few potted plants that decorated the pristine windowsills.
Zecora patted the foal's head. "Give her time and she will surely be fine." Perhaps they were mere words of reassurance, but she seemed convinced the condition could be reversed. Sometimes they would prop her up in a wheelchair, and take her to a park nearby; but they were careful to keep her away from most stallions, in fear it could stir up her old wounds.
With a trace of a hoof over the floor Fluttershy said, "I had no idea such a psychotic breakdown was possible. But I suppose I've heard about similar cases at the local asylum."
"Too much stress has left her mind a mess. But my friends must worry not, for I will mend her senses, even if it takes until the day I rot." The zebra carried a heavy satchel filled with bubbly corked potions, and medicinal herbs that would calm one's anxieties and rebuild the psyche.
Pinkie Pie frowned and tilted her head to one side. "Why does she look so happy?"
Fluttershy pursed her lips. "I think her mind shut down and retreated into a fantasy to cope. She must have been under such a terrible strain after that stallion..." She shot a look at Sweetie Belle who probably wouldn't understand exactly what had happened. "Hurt her. Who knows what inner demons she faced after that? Perhaps her mind simply replayed the event?"
"Probably best not to speculate," said Pinkie who tenderly took the unicorn's weak hoof. She squeezed it and said, "Don't worry, Rarity. No matter what happens, we'll always be there."
The unicorn smiled weakly at her, and choked up a few tears of happiness, overwhelmed by the turnout. She laid propped up on pillows with a bunch of thick blankets wrapped around her. It was still so difficult to even think, and thus she simply decided to bask in the present company.
Nurse Redheart appeared at the doorway with a sad smile. "It's time."
"Come on," whispered Fluttershy. "We'd better let her rest while Zecora does her work."
Sweetie Belle nodded and met her sister's stare. "I love you, Rarity." Her heart broke whenever she looked back at her with a vacantly blissful stare. She prayed she'd make a full recovery.
In rare cases a broken pony would have to be committed for life, but with proper therapy most eventually made a full recovery. They visited her daily whenever time permitted. Any reminders that she was well-loved were said to help, and so they showered her with affection.
A frown crossed Rarity's features while she watched her loved ones slowly file out. She reached out a hoof, for a moment afraid they would abandon her, that she was merely a burden. However she was certain they would return when ready. Until then she would simply partake in some much needed rest-and-relaxation. Soon the door closed behind her little sister, who was the last to reluctantly leave, aside from Zecora and Nurse Redheart her worked tirelessly at her side. Fortunately the foul memories soon faded away once she settled into a pleasant slumber.
Author's Note
Much darker than anything I've written so far, but fortunately for Rarity it's not canon!
