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The Rarest Gem
Rarity was exhausted.
There weren’t words for the exhaustion that seemed to permeate her very bones. The diamond dogs had hassled her all day long about finding gems. Her whining and complaining had certainly irritated them, but had not broken them as she had intended it to. At least, not yet. For now, it was time for her to sleep. Although she severely detested not having a bed to sleep on, instead having to sleep on a cold rock floor that was most unbecoming of a lady like her, her exhaustion ran so deeply that just being able to stop and rest seemed like a blessing, and the rock floor seemed like a five-star hotel bed.
Now, as she was unhitched from her terribly chafing cart, the idea of escape briefly crossed her mind, but she didn’t have the energy to think further on it. Her cell was opened, the door shut and locked, and the dogs who had taken her disappeared in the darkness. She dropped to the ground with an informal thud, hoping for the bliss of sleep to carry her away. And it did.
But only for a short time.
She awoke from sleep’s sweet embrace to a jingling noise. Her ears perked up. Had some pony come to rescue her?! Were her friends or her sweet Spikey-Wikey there? The darkness was all around her, but lighting her horn helped her to see. But it wasn’t her friends, nor Spike. A diamond dog, drooling, with an alarming look in his eye. Still, her mind was too logy to process all of this just yet.
“What do you want?” Her voice was slurred. “I already hunted for your gems all day. Let me sleep.”
He skulked toward her, and shut the cell. “You know, I think the greatest gem we found today is a Rarity.”
It took her a moment more than she would have liked to admit to catch on to his meaning. When it did, she realized three things at once.
She was alone, in the dark, in a place where no pony would hear nor care if she screamed.
Fear pummeled through her at lightning speed, making a seemingly permanent knot in her gut. The diamond dog could easily sense her fear, because of the hormones she now secreted that showcased it, but he could have seen it easily in her eyes as well.
“You found some lovely gems today. Perhaps it is best to quit while you are ahead, as the saying goes.” Rarity said as strongly as she could manage while very slowly backing away. That was a mistake. If there was one thing a diamond dog enjoyed, it was the chase. He kept coming forward, with her scooting back in a seemingly endless dance of who would give up first. Their little tête-à-tête ended when Rarity was backed up against a wall- and in a corner no less.
“Why stop when I can have it all?” He asked. His face was inches from hers, and she could smell his revolting breath blowing hot on her face. “I hear you’re a bit of a show pony. Let’s see what show you can put on for me.”
Rarity’s fight or flight instinct kicked in, and she gave all her strength to trying to buck him away. But all that work, along with sleep making her limbs dead weight, her muscles were weak, and her legs could barely do any damage. The best she got with him was a slight and likely involuntary whine. But it didn’t seem to hurt him or deter him in the least.
Her adrenaline was pumping now, making her ears pound as the hormones rushed through her. Fight hadn’t worked, so it was time to try flight. She was about to try and slide from underneath him, when his paw was on her throat, pinning her to the wall enough to keep her there but not enough to crush her windpipe. Her eyes were wide, and completely afraid. Normally, she considered herself a refined lady, who would never show weakness in any tough situation. But this was different. She was frightened to her core, and that sent her values down the toilet. Now, looking into the dark and lustful eyes of the diamond dog, she was certain that this would be where she would meet her end.
Her mouth was open just a tiny bit as a result of him having a hold on her throat. The diamond dog used that to his advantage. Suddenly his tongue was in her mouth, cutting off any scream she might have had were she able to do so. He was sucking up her air as his tongue roved her mouth, marinating her taste buds with his awful taste. She didn’t think about where his tongue might have been, lest she choke on the vomit that could not work it’s way up her throat. And then, when he tired of that, he was kissing her down the neck, moving downward. Her chest, her stomach, and her lower half. This foreplay was more for him than it was for her. He wanted to be nice and slick when he took his most precious gem.
When he was good and ready, he took the paw on her throat, sidestepped around her, before forcing her onto the floor on her stomach. He moved so quickly that she didn’t have time to react before he was on top of her. She choked out half a scream, fruitless as it might have been, before he whipped off his collar and used it as a gag around her mouth. If she tried to scream, there were spikes to prevent that. When he tightened it around her mouth, there was no chance of her screaming again.
Now she knew that the slight ray of hope she held was snuffed out. The fight was crushed out of her. Her fight was gone, and she realized now that she was crying. The tears never stopped flowing. Her now muffled begging never ceased. She rubbed her face against the ground to try and move the collar to get it off and scream. But it was useless. His tongue traced over her ear, and she shuddered in revulsion.
And then, he was inside of her. Her scream may have been muffled but it was very clearly made. The intense pain she was feeling was terrible. It was like she was being ripped apart. His large cock was bringing intense waves of pain upon her, and worse yet was the sense of complete helplessness. His body weight far outmatched hers, and he was crushing her with his weight. She couldn’t even try and get out if she wanted to. The collar stifled whatever scream she could have had, but who on earth would have heard her down here? Certainly not anypony she cared about. She still tried to struggle against him, but it happened in short bursts. More often than not, she just lay still and took it.
Her mind drifted away, blocking out what was happening as she went to a safer place in her mind. Her sewing room, with it’s fabulous dresses, and the laughter of her friends. She wanted to be in a place where she could feel no pain. And so, she went there, trying to eliminate any sensations she may have had.
But for her attacker, Sensation was all that mattered.
Rarity, being a pony, was small to him in all aspects, but especially in the size of his entryway into her. He could hardly fit. He thought it smart to have done the foreplay he had, because if he hadn’t been so wet, he would not have fit inside her. Even now it was difficult. But he managed. With every thrust and pound, a little more of his tension wore away.
The thrusts became faster, and she felt her own body wind up despite her frantic attempts to get away. He came, and she did, too. No matter how much she didn't want to.
And then, just when she thought it was over, and began to hope that he would leave, he entered her all over again.
But this time it was from the front.
With a little maneuvering, she was on her back now, her eyes still glazed over as she was in that other world of her own creation. Her perfect mane was already rumpled from the day’s work, and now tiny individual curls began to twang out from the otherwise kept together strands of hair, reflecting the splinting of her sanity and her mind. He towered over her now, a hound of immense power, and she a damsel in distress. Had these been different circumstances, perhaps she might have enjoyed that feeling. But not now. Now it was only a grim reminder of the inevitability of her own destruction. His power radiated from him, and culminated in him keeping unbreakable eye contact with her.
When she had thought it was over, she had checked back in somewhat. But when he entered her again, she tried to check out again, but not soon enough. Not before catching sight of those eyes. Those eyes, black with lust, power, anger, and domination, would haunt her nightmares for months. They were branded in her brain, a permanent fixture in her conscious and unconscious mind. No amount of bleach could ever wash that image away.
He thrusted, pounded, ramming her with all of his might. He was shaking and shuttering as his body wound up to the breaking point. Then, his orgasm hit, and he let out a feral and bestial cry as it wracked him. Rarity, mercifully, did not hit that point again. At least her body spared her that indignity. Finally, he was limp and exhausted.
When he was done, he ripped his collar from her mouth, and whispered in her ear, “Looks like I unearthed the greatest gem of the day.”
He exited the cell, slammed it shut, and locked it, before leaving. The sound of the metal echoing on the cave walls accentuated the loneliness in Rarity’s heart.
Slowly, but surely, Rarity came back to awareness. From the safe shelter in her mind, she emerged in her cell in the diamond mines. The darkness in the mine encroached upon her like some sick vines wrapping around her. What just happened to her did not feel real. It felt like some hellish nightmare that she would wake up from at any moment, safe in her own bed. But it was real. The pain she was feeling indicated that. Her eyes were glazed over as she stared blankly at nothing. She did not realize that she was bleeding slightly, nor did she realize that the sounds she was hearing were her own sobs, meek and squeaking as she were. There was no drama this time, no indication that the mare she had been before today had ever existed. What lay on that floor was a broken shell of a mare, who would forever be scarred by the actions of this night. She wasn’t sure if she could ever love a stallion without remembering this.
Now, as she curled up on the cold floor, she tried to forget. She tried to shove all of this into a box, wave her horn, and make it disappear. But she could not. Twilight could, perhaps, but she was far from home, and the friends whose love had carried her through her darkest days until now were away. She had to deal with this alone. Her steady and monotonous weeping went on and on until she was emptied of tears. Her eyes were heavy now, and she closed them, trying to let sleep take her away. She let her mind fade into blankness, and trying to lose today’s horrors in it.
She hoped desperately that she would sleep, and when she woke up, this would all just be a bad dream.
