Rarity groaned as she sat up from her desk. She once again pulled an all nighter. And was now regretting it. With a sigh she made her way to the bathroom and freshened up.

Trotting back into the main room of her boutique. She took a deep breath and smiled as a hooded figure trotted in. "Welcome to Carousel Boutique. Where everything is chic, unique and magnific." She proudly proclaimed.

The figure looked at her for a moment before tossing her a scroll. "What's this?" She asked looking the scroll over. "You want me to do WHAT?!?" She asked desperately looking at the figure hoping it was a joke. "I would never..." She froze seeing the figure tilt it's head. "The answer is still no."

The figure tossed her a second scroll as a second figure came in pulling a wheelbarrow of mud. Looking over the scroll Rarity's eyes turned to pin prics as she looked at the wheelbarrow. "Please... another but..." She was cut off as the figure pointed at the two scrolls.

With a shaky sigh Rarity trotted over to the wheelbarrow and used her magic to scoop up some mud. Taking one more glance at the two figures she looked at a dress she had made for one of her friends. Tears started to fall as she apologized to her creation before slapping glob after glob of mud onto the dress. Once her dress was covered in mud she fell to the floor crying.

The two figures looked to each other before one took the wheelbarrow and left as the other fetched the first scroll and handed it back to Rarity. Glancing at it she sniffed. "Haven't you done enough?" The figure then pulled out a third scroll and held it out to her. Taking it Rarity looked the scroll over before sobbing. "No more... please."

A third figure stepped into the boutique pulling in a cart of what looked like the worst dresses ever made in Rarity's opinion. Gulping she looked at the figure as it handed her a scroll that she hesitantly read. "You got to be kidding." She whimpered. With a sigh she trotted over and bit her lip. Of all the things she was being forced to do... she really hoped this was the worst. "They look..." She gulped "lovely."

Where the figures getting off on this? They had to have been. Why else would they leave so quickly after forcing her to do such things. The thought of one of these feands rubbing one off at her discomfort made her feel violated. As if each one was forcing her to do this for their sick pleasure.

"There. I did what you wanted. Now please. Leave my shop... pleas?" The figure shook it's head before pointing to the first scroll then the dresses. With a sigh Rarity levitated up a dress slowly started putting it on. Shivering as the fowl thing rubbed up against her. She felt as if it was rubbing it's nasty essence into her very soul.

Turning to the figure she pleaded once more. "Please leave." However the figure simply pulled out another scroll as figure three left before a forth figure walked in. Honestly Rarity wasn't sure if the figures that came and left where the same every time or not. But at this point she no longer cared. Each chime of the bell just ment a new form of torcher was coming.

This time the figure brought in a cart stacked with fatty food. "You have got to be joking. I'll look like a blimp with all that." She cried as the figures motioned to the first scroll then the food. Crying at the pending loos of her figure. Rarity sat at the cart and began to eat. Each bite and swallow she felt the slimy fatty juices slide off her tung and down her stomach.

To her horror. She never seemed to get full from the food. Even as her belly bloated out she cried and ate more. Once the cart was empty she was sporting a beach ball sized belly under the disaster of a dress. Correction, TWO beach balls at least.

The figure nudged her causing her to roll onto her stomach before presenting her with the scroll. "No... more..." She cried before she heard a click.

Snapping back to reality Rarity looked over to see more figures standing there and taking pictures of her unladylike appearance. She quickly covered her face the best she can as the cameras continued to take pictures of her.

Slowly she looked at the figure in front of her with a pleading expression on her face. However the figure simply held up the scroll for her to read again. "Ok... ok... just please make them stop." She cried.

With that the figures stopped and gathered around her as they watched as Rarity cried. Time seamed to pass slowly as the once elegant unicorn looked like nothing more than a bloated sharlaten.

Rarity looked to the four figures then gasped as a fifth walked in pushing in Spike and the CMC. "NO!" She cried. "I don't want them to see me like this. Please!" But it was to late. Spike and the CMC was pushed up right in front of her.

"Just... just do what they say." Spike pleaded softly to her. "Then they'll let us go."

"No Spike." Rarity cried softly as she gave him a weak smile. "They won't. They'll never let us go." Gust as she said that shackles were placed around each of there necks.

Taking a deep breath Rarity turned tothe five fingers. "At least not till I give them what they want."

"Then do it!" The CMC shouted.

"Fine... but I hope you don't think of me poorly." Rarity pleaded as the looked her four chained friends who shook their heads in understanding.

"Fine." She groaned as she wobbled to face her abusers. "You win... I'll do what you want. Just promise to let them go." The figure shook it's head before motioning for her to get on with it.

Letting out a sigh Rarity glared at the figure. "Fine. The girls can have their sleep over here and help me with the shop. Happy?" She huffed.

All at once the figures took off their hoods revealing her friends. "Thank you Rarity." Twilight said using her horn to despell the her friend. Rarity blinked as she watched herself deflate. "I'm surprised you didn't recognize Applejack's dress." She continued as Rarity looked herself over before facehoofing. "Oh and I'll clean the dress. Pinkie's brown soap might be thick. But it works wonders."

Spike blinked and looked at the chains. "Is this?" He asked before taking a bite along with the CMC. The four of them turned to Pinkie in shock "hard candy."

With a shared laugh the group of friends enjoyed what might have been the worst day of Rarity's life.

Author's Note

If you're reading this then you actually might be able to guess wht the warning. Fetish... ya. That can be just about anything that gets you excited. So.... ya. This story is my way of making fun of how vague the topics can be. Considering some people might find it kinky. I just find it sad.

Oh and non-confidential in an indirect manner where she is unwillingly the source of pleasure.

Lastly. I don't expect this story to get many likes. In fact I suspect it'll get dislikes more than anything. Which is fine because I made this to laugh at people who dislike based off warnings and not the story itself.