The Most Horrible Thing EVER!
“Today’s going to be a wonderful day!” She thought happily out loud, “Sweetie Belle’s at Apple Bloom’s place for the weekend, clearing time for me time to work on that new Canterlot order.” She squealed at the thought of finally making clothes for someone who truly appreciated them.
Stopping in front of an alley, Rarity wondered if she had enough gems to complete the various outfits she needed for the Canterlot order.
“Oh, well, I’ll just ask Spiky Wikey for his help again if I run out.” She said as she cheerfully started on her trip once again, only to be suddenly and violently thrown to the ground with a solid thud.
“Wha? How dare you!” She exclaimed as she saw the shadow of an earth pony above her.
“Come quietly or worrying ‘bout the mud in your pretty little fuckin’ mane will be the least of your worries!” The earth pony whispered in her ear.
“If it’s money you want, I’ll give it to you, gems too, and all the clothes you want!” she begged as she felt the needle press into her neck.
“Don’cha worry bout’ it, all I’m taking is you!” His wheezing laughter was the last thing Rarity heard before she slipped into a drug induced slumber.
Rarity drifted in and out of consciousness for what seemed to be eternity. She was only vaguely aware of what has happening to her, the only things she remembered through the fuzzy haze was being set up on some sort of stage surrounded by jeering crowds before being hauled off and thrown around alot. Then, like a spotlight cutting through the fog she felt a sharp pain from her crotch followed by a dull ache that blended back into the fogginess the drugs caused.
She woke, she was strapped to some sort of saw horse, forcing her into a very uncomfortable position. On the ground in front of her face, mixed with unidentifiable liquids, was her glorious mane, tangled and discarded like trash. Struggling briefly against her bonds she realized that it was futile, they were just too tight. Hanging her head low she just sobbed, the noise stifled by the bit in her mouth.
“What did I do to deserve this!?” She thought angrily to herself, “Why could Celestia let something like this happen!?”
Hearing a noise behind her she pretended to still be knocked out, relaxing her neck muscles and letting her bald head hang once again.
“Jus’ as I told ya’, a nice pretty specimen ready fer yer use” Came the same gravelly voice as before, “An’ look, still sleepin’ like a filly, so ya’ don’ gotta worry bout’ her rememberin’ a thing!” he added, laughing at his own cruel joke.
“How much?” Came a the second voice, a very sophisticated sounding voice.
“15 bits” Came the immediate response.
Realization dawned on Rarity, they were talking about selling her! How in Equestria could the princess's let such evil exist?
“That’s a bit much for such a, well used toy,” The disgust apparent in his voice.
“Ah don’cha worry, the skank was just was learnin’ the ropes, thats’ all” The gravely voice starting to sound desperate.
Rarity almost died of shock as she realized what they were selling her for nothing more than a glorified sex toy!
“I thank you for your offer, but no. This, thing, isn’t worth it,” With a harrumph, there were heavy footsteps as he left the room.
“YOU USELESS WHORE” He yelled at Rarity in a rage. “After all that work I put into you you, you still end up not earning enough, well fuck that, now its my turn!” He yelled as he mounted her.
Rarity, panicking reared her head up suddenly, attempting to use her magic to throw the other pony off of her, only to find her horn to merely fizzle.
“Ha, bitch, your a bit livelier than I thought, I’m gonna’ have to fix that!” he said breathing into her ear.
Rarity seeing her opportunity, reared her head back again, spearing her horn into one of his eyes.
“ARGH, YOU'RE GONNA’ DIE NOW! MY PRECIOUS LITTLE FUCKING GEM!!”
Soon after there was a noise like something being fried near her flank, soon followed by the smell of burning flesh and fur. The pain didn’t register in her head for a couple of seconds, but when it did it tore through her body, forcing the air from her lungs in a silent cry of pain. Tears rolling down her face, Rarity sent prayers to Celestia and Luna, begging for help. The sizzling continued but the searing pain had turned into a cold spot that radiated pain across her entire body.
“WHAT, NOT ENOUGH FOR YOU!” He yelled as the brands fell to the ground with a crashing clang.
There was a sharp crack as he practiced a few times in the air with the whip, giving her some time to brace herself. But not enough as the first stroke ripped open the skin on her ribs, blood leaking profusely down her side as she continued to sob. He continued to whip her mercilessly, humming a happy song as if he was doing something about as evil as cutting grass.
After what seemed forever, her abused body gave out, allowing her to finally succumb to the sweet release of unconscious.
Rarity woke up in a soft bed, sunlight leaking through the window blinds.
“Oh thank Celestia and Luna, that was just a dream!” she thought to herself as she rolled out of the bed, only to find herself restrained by a slight tugging on her arms and chest. Looking down she saw sensors taped all over her chest and two rather large needles poked into both of her forelegs.
Looking around much more carefully now she saw that she was in a hospital room, her five other friends asleep in chairs around the bed. The heart monitor started beeping faster and faster as the memories rushed back to her, and she realized that each and everyone of them was true. She started hyperventilating, the mask she was wearing not being able to keep up with the suddenly increased demand for air. Monitors all around the bed suddenly flaring up in a cacophony of wailings and warnings. The door slammed open as her friends crowded around their friend, only to be shuffled out of the room by a rather large orderly.
“Miss Rarity!” The fatherly looking doctor yelled at her over the alarms, “You are safe, calm down, you are at the hospital, we’re here to help you!”
But she couldn't, how could she, she was just brutally filliynapped and tortured. She had all the right to be losing all control.
One of the orderlies stepped up and stabbed a needle into her IV bag, and almost instantly she felt calmer, drowsy even.
She attempted to ask, “What happened?” but all that came out was a mumbled gargle of noise.
“Shh, don’t try to speak, someponies have issues trying to speak after a traumatic event like the one you just had, but don't worry, it'll return soon” The doctor said gently, holding her hoof in his. “Here” he handed her a notepad and a pencil.
She scribbled her question on the paper, her hoofs nor wanting to work correctly.
The doctor stared at the notepad for a moment, collecting his thoughts before he started.
“Miss Rarity, on the second Tuesday of last month, you were fillynapped by an unknown pony, and then he proceeded to sell your body on a sex slave market, where you were raped up to twenty times. Just before the Royal Guard assault force, lead by Captain Shining Armor, stormed the warehouse where you and others were being kept captive, you apparently struggled against him gouging out his left eye. In retaliation he proceeded to torture you one last time before he raped you again. At that point the royal guard overtook the premises and freed you and many others” The doctor looked very unhappy about delivering such bad news.
“Miss Rarity, are you going to be alright now?” he asked gently, she merely nodded at him, “Would you like your friends to come back in?” Another nod.
The doctor walked to the door, letting her friends back in so they could crowd her bed once again. On his way out of the room a nurse handed him a fresh clipboard and with a smile he turned back towards Rarity.
“I finally have some good news Miss Rarity, It turns out that your baby will be just fine!”
It was several weeks before the doctors allowed Rarity to leave, but under the strict instructions that she was not to be left alone. While the stay at the hospital was as comfortable as the doctors could make it, it still felt good for her to be out of there.
What she didn’t count on was how much she had changed.
The scars from her branding on her left flank was the most shocking. Her tormenter had seen it fit to burn a circle around her cutie mark, as if to turn it into a target. But whatever his intentions, he had succeeded in making her the object of everyponies stare on her long walk home with her friends.
“Ignore them hun.” Said Applejack after noticing her friend’s unease. “They just got to get used to seeing you, different.” She hesitated for far too long on that last word to make it any comfort to Rarity.
The greatest comfort to Rarity was when she finally reached her home. She paused at the doorway for a long while, unsure whether she wanted to see Sweetie Belle so soon. Sweetie Belle had been whisked off to their parents house soon after the incident and had only been recently told what had happened to her sister. Reaching up with her forehoof to knock on her own door she felt rather silly, but as she went to knock the door suddenly swung open, revealing a teary Sweetie Belle who launched herself at her sister.
“Rarity!” Was all she yelled as she clung desperately to her sisters neck.
“Never leave again please, I was soo worried!” She sobbed into Rarity’s now short and
spiky mane. “Will you promise me that?”
I broke Rarity’s heart to not be able to say yes, something so simple, but no matter how hard she tried she just wasn't able to get her mouth to work like it was supposed to.
Sweetie Belle, realizing Rarity hadn’t said anything, leaned out of her hug and looked at Rarity, tears running down her face, it was killing Rarity seeing her so distraught but unable to say anything.
“Rarity?” she asked.
“Sweetie Belle, we need to talk.” Said Twilight gently, “In the other room.”
Sweetie Belle and Twilight left, headed into the kitchen where they could talk without Rarity overhearing. While at first she had resented that her friends did that to her, but after eavesdropping on one of their meetings, she decided it was better that she didn’t know everything about the crimes done against her.
Walking into her showroom it surprised her to see that not much had changed in her absence of almost a month, the clothes on the racks were still neatly arranged, awaiting customers to come in and try them on, the stage was still brightly lit, awaiting excellence to grace it once again. Sitting in front of the stage a small wicker basket held a sleeping white cat.
Rarity walked up to the wicker basket, Opal waking up at the sound of her approach. Giving her a glare as Rarity reached out to her and sunk her claws into her hoof. Holding her claws there for a moment she gave a look that clearly said ‘I don’t approve of your absence’ but after a moment she allowed Rarity to pick her up and carry her over to an overstuffed armchair and pet her.
Opal was soon purring under the expert hoofs of Rarity, the time spent away hasn't affected her ability to bring pleasure to her little furry friend. Rarity’s friends had spread around the room, looking unsure with themselves. Applejack in particular was taking great lengths not to touch anything, knowing that her nit-picky friend would not like having mud on her outfits.
“If only I could talk!” He thought to herself bitterly, “I wish I could tell them to relax, them standing around like that is making me nervous.”
Sweetie Belle came back into the room, uncharastically quiet as she trotted over to Rarity. She jumped into the chair with her and Opal, who barely noticed her.
There, sitting with Sweetie Belle and Opal, Rarity was finally able to relax, taking the weight off her shoulders for the first time since the incident, and before she knew it she had drifted off into a well deserved slumber.
Rarity woke from a daze to find herself tied to a vertical pole on a stage.
“Was that just a happy dream?” she wondered, looking around at her new surroundings.
The blinding lights prevented her from seeing the crowds but she could hear them. There were hundreds of them out there and see could feel all their eyes on her. She tried to escape but the metal cuffs only banged against the pole uselessly, causing waves of laughter from the crowd.
Behind her she heard a ‘Pssstt’. Looking back there she saw a large earth pony holding Sweetie Belle down on the ground, a knife held in his other forehoof.
“Dance me little whore, or yer sister becomes tonight's toy!” He laughed evilly.
Rarity tried to scream her objections only to have the words get caught in her throat. Unable to do anything else, she shoved her shame into the back of her mind.
“I have to do this” she thought to herself, “For Sweetie Belle!”
Starting her dance in beat with the music that had been playing in the background, she could not stop the tears of shame from rolling down her face. Judging from the murmurs from the crowd she was putting on the show that they wanted.
“Yo, ‘Princess’, ain’t good nuff’!” Screamed the earth pony who was holding Sweetie Belle down. Grabbing her around the neck he catapulted her over Rarity, who attempted to catch her, and into the crowd. There was an immediate uproar, followed by the noises of lust. Rarity, straining against the cuffs, was vainly try to get to her sister, screaming silently for them to stop.
But still completely ignored, still completely helpless His hands.
Rarity woke up again, curled in a tight ball on the floor. The room was dark save for pillars of light coming through the windows.
“Rarity! Wake up!, Please!” Begged Sweetie Belle from beside her.
Looking over at Sweetie Belle, who was crying heavily again, she saw to her immediate joy that she was safe and sound in the boutique. Reaching out, Rarity grabbed her sister suddenly and hugged her with all her might, never wanting to let go.
“It was a nightmare, wasn’t it?” asked Sweetie Belle as she comforted her older sister.
Rarity opened her mouth to speak, not remembering she couldn’t, but had to merely settle for nodding into her little sisters mane. Wishing she could tell her sister how glad she was that she was safe, how much she meant to her.
“It’s okay, let’s get you cleaned up, and don’t worry about the mess, nopony will ever know” Said Sweetie Belle softly as she led Rarity upstairs to the bathroom.
Once there she started filling the tub with warm water and Rarity’s favorite soaps, something that she hadn’t used in so long. Looking down at herself she saw the multitude of bandages wrapped around her body where he had whipped her, her fur poking out at random spots in uneven length spurts. She also noticed the strong smell of urine, looking harder she found out she had wet herself, something she hadn’t done in o long she couldn't even remember when. Embarrassed she thought briefly of trying to hid it, but she knew that Sweetie Belle already knew.
“Let me help you out of those.” Said Sweetie Belle, undoing the bandages in the back, letting them fall to the floor.
Rarity stood there for a moment, more self conscious than she had ever been in her life, feeling as if she was back on the stage as Sweetie Belle gaped at the multitude of gashes that had been stitched up before healed with magic. The scars leaving an odd pattern in her fur. She ran her hoof through her mane, which he had also hacked off, leaving it uneven and spiky in places, and for some reason when Twilight tried a hair growth spell nothing had happened.
Sweetie Belle, snapping herself back to reality, fought hard to keep Rarity from seeing the tears in her eyes, as she helped her into the tub. She helped her sister bathe herself much like a mother would help a young baby, if a young baby could sit still and follow commands that is. Rarity, still scared from her dream, let the warmth of the water and the loving hoofs of her sister soothe her fears, letting them be momentarily forgotten.
It wasn’t long before Sweetie Belle’s scrubbing became slower, before finally stopping. Looking at her she had fallen asleep leaning over the side of the tub, looking utterly exhausted. Rarity, grabbing her towel from the rack with her magic, used it to dry herself before she picked up her little sister in her forehoofs. Using a touch of her magic to keep her balance she carried her sister to her room, laying her in her own bed, and tucked her in. Sitting in a chair next to the bed she sat there, watching her little sister sleep, afraid of what the night would do to her if she shifted her gaze for even a moment.
Rarity was still awake, still protecting her sister when the sun finally broke over the horizon. Knowing she would wake up soon, she pretended to be asleep, knowing she would only cause her little sister to worry unnecessarily if she saw her older sister not sleeping. Soon, with the sun shining directly on her face, Sweetie Belle woke up, and seeing her sister there smiled, still happy to see her home. She reached out to her sister and nudged her slightly, causing Rarity to instantly ‘wake’ up.
“Theres a new waffle place in town sis, want to go?” she asked, hoping that the fresh air would be good for Rarity.
Rarity smiled and nodded, and helped her sister from her bed, straightening the tangles out of her hair with a few effective brushes with the help of a nearby comb.
Sweetie Belle, leading her sister out of the room, happy to have her sister back, did not see Rarity hesitate just before she entered the shadowed hallway, and she definitely didn’t see how much Rarity shook in fear when she did enter the hallway.