Life’s A Rarity

by DeathToPonies

Rating: mature
Tags: Rarity, Porn, Violence, Death, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Fetish
Length: 3077

Rarity’s on her way to an important event. She doesn’t make it. Hardcore, intense snuff - beware!

Warning: This is a snuff fic. Snuff fics romanticize the concept of death, often describing the death of the main character in great detail. If you aren’t used to this kind of content, it can be very shocking.

I don’t enjoy spoiling my stories, so I would prefer you not to read the following spoiler, but if you are sensitive to extreme content, it may be best that you do:

Content Warning Spoiler: This story contains an incredibly grim and cruel image at the end. This image falls into the “borderline content” category of the site. If you do not like seeing extremely graphic depictions of violence, please avoid.

When you’re as busy as Rarity, sometimes, you don’t have time to sweat the details - like the shadow in the back alley lurking behind you.

Published 2022-12-22 21:10:00 UTC
Last updated 2022-12-22 21:10:00 UTC

The Scenic Route

A soft violin was the loudest noise in the room, the serene mood nearly unbreakable in the private room of Chau’s Chateau, one of the most premiere dining experiences in Canterlot. The walls were adorned with red velvet and dark tapestries, the soft and plush carpet complimenting them with a sweet beige color. Only a single table sat in the center of the wide, open room, covered in a brilliantly shining table cover. At one end of this artpiece sat Fancy Pants - one of the most well respected colts in Canterlot. He was dining opposite Rarity - the beautiful and courageous fashionista. For several moments, aside from the soft violin, the only noise audible was the soft clink and clank of Fancy’s silverware as he gracefully consumed his steak.

Rarity, having finished eating already, sat in silence, smiling faintly at the colt as he ate. He coughed lightly, wiping his mouth with his napkin.

“My greatest apologies, lady Rarity,” ghe said, clearing his throat, “Around steak, I simply cannot calm myself,”

“It’s quite fine, darling,” replied Rarity, ever teasingly.

“So-“, he stopped speaking for a moment to swallow, “-Please, Rarity, I must know how the new store is performing.”

“Oh, Rarity For You? Yes, quite well. In fact, I was hoping to end up with a second location on Cadenza!” said Rarity.

“”On Cadenza?” replied Fancy Pants, in his signature up-down-up-down vernacular, “My, my, my, lady Rarity, you aim quite high. Why, I was but twice your age when I opened my first store on Cadenza,”

“Ohhh, Fancy Pants,” teased Rarity, batting her eyes, a sultry smugness to her voice, “You haven’t the fanciest how old I am.” The stallion let out a gruff chuckle, tilting his head and sticking another piece of meat with his fork.

“Well, I suppose, one day, we shall have to find out together,” he spoke with bravado.

“Hah! Yes, one day, we shall,” replied Rarity, wiping her mouth and moving to get up, “Shall I cover the tip, darling?”

“Oh, please do,” Fancy said earnestly, “I’m a bit low on cash at the moment, so anything helps.”

The two stared at each other for a few more moments before bursting out laughing at each other.

“Fancy Pants, it has, as always, been a pleasure,” gasped Rarity, regaining her composure.

“Yes, yes, of course, lady Rarity,” Fancy said, before looking up at her quickly with what might describe as a strange expression, “One more thing, however….”

“Hm?” replied Rarity, throwing her coat on, moving towards the door.

“I just simply must ask once more,” he said, expectantly.

“Oh. Hah!” replied Rarity, having heard this question before, “No, Fancy Pants, I shan’t be selling my company to you.”

“Ah,” he said calmly, “But are you quite sure? It could end up being quite…profitable…for the both of us. “

“Fancy, please,” spoke Rarity, a tone of exasperation in her voice, “My company needs my identity! I can’t simply be bought into Canterlot.”

“Well,” scoffed Fancy Pants, a very slight tone of annoyance beginning to seep its way into his voice, “I just would hate to be your competition, Rarity.”

“Oh, as if!” teased Rarity, with playful bravado, “It’s not much of a competition, Fancy Pants. I know for certain I’ve taken quite a bit of your profits already!”

“Indeed,” he replied, uncharacteristically stoic. He cleared his throat, and wiped his face with a napkin.

“Indeed~,” sang Rarity, tilting her head.

“Won’t you be on your way, then?” Fancy Pants spoke far more tersely than before, but Rarity wasn’t picking up on it much.

“Yes, of course! I do have engagements in the morning, so I must return to get my beauty sleep.”

“Of course.”

Rarity cutely waved her rump at the stallion as she left, batting her eyelashes.

“Are you sure you don’t wish to escort me back to my room? It can be oh, so scary in the dark,” she flirted. Fancy Pants couldn’t help but smile just the slightest bit, the sight of Rarity’s juicy, thick ass igniting the slightest flame in him.

But he had other plans.

“No, I don’t think I will, miss Rarity,” he sighed, transitioning back to his calm voice, “Do be careful, though. As you said, the streets can be dangerous. Will you…be taking the well-lit main street?”

Rarity closed her eyes and shook her head innocently, still not picking up on the strange tone of the situation.

“No, I’ll actually be taking the scenic route, off of Stable. I love looking out over the stars, to see little Ponyville in the distance.”

“Stabl Avenue. A wonderful choice, miss Rarity.”

Rarity blinked innocently at Fancy Pants before turning to leave.

“Good evening, you old you,” she spoke her goodbyes, walking regally out of the room.

Fancy Pant watched her silently with an emotionless expression, before subtly turning to his right, speaking to a hidden third party who had been in the room the entire time.

“You heard her,” he spoke very calmly and clearly, “Stable.”

Rarity hummed as she turned onto Stable, the road on the outermost outskirts of Canterlot. In her mind, several thoughts where swirling - first and foremost, her desire to fuck Fancy Pants. He was such a sexy old coot. As far as she could tell, he totally had the hots for her young skin, too. She was surprised he didn’t want to walk her home to her room and have some fun tonight - weird, but oh well, she’ll get him next time. Her mind moved onto other things as she left the room, namely several key meetings she had tomorrow. What to wear, what to wear…

The view over the railing immediately halted her thought process. Oh, it was beautiful.

The scenic route was certainly the right choice, Rarity thought. No ponies on the road, not a cloud in the sky - the beautiful starlight in the sky, and, as she had anticipated, the warm glow of Ponyville in the distance. She took a deep breath and sighed, her coat blowing in the wind as she leaned over the railing of Canterlot, looking down over all of Equestria.

She felt incredibly small.

She could see so much from where she was - she could see far into the distance, beyond mountains, rivers, and valleys. She felt so full of life, so full of potential - like the entire world was her oyster. She smiled, and glanced over Equestria once more before slowly closing her eyes and taking another deep breath.

She didn’t realize it would be her last glimpse of the outdoors in her entire life.

As a bag was suddenly brought down over her head before she could open her eyes, she barely had time to let out a shriek before a powerful scent from inside the bag wafted into her nostrils. She felt immediately intoxicated - her scream started strong but ended up more of a woozy whine. The rope at the opening of the bag tightened, and the last thing she could feel before losing consciousness was her head hitting the ground, hard.

Another intense impact was the first thing Rarity could feel as she came to. Her vision was blurry, but returning, but more importantly, her body was in motion, flying towards the ground, as if she had just been struck.

“Wake up, you TEASE,” snarled a snooty voice that seemed all too familiar.

Rarity could only manage a cough, but forced it out anyway, desperate to establish communication with whoever was doing this. Even though she was in a clearly horrifying situation, her calm and collected brain prevailed, enforcing her to gain what little control of the situation she could.

Her moan and gurgle wasn’t quite loud enough, however, and she was struck in the cheek by another mighty hoof. This time, she squealed in a rather juvenile, unladlylike manner, sliding against what she could now feel was a wet concrete floor. The blurry figure stormed closer to her, and as the colors and outline became clear….

“Jet….Set….” she managed to weakly spit out, recognizing that douche mane anywhere.

“Hello, Rarity,” the rich colt spoke haughtily to her. Rarity’s heart rate began jumping very quickly. This was bad - really bad. She needed to find out what he wanted…and fast. She gulped, mustering all her strength.

Just stay safe, she thought. Your life is worth more than…more than your honor.

Rarity managed to slowly stand up, her face already bruised, and looked as bravely as she could towards her captor.

“W…Whatever do you want with me, Jet Set? Whatever it is…let’s…let’s just get it over with.”

“Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no. We’re not getting anything over with, miss Rarity,” he chuckled monstrously, “We’re going to slow down…take our time….”

Rarity’s lip was quivering.

“So that’s it, is it? You’re going to rape me? F…Fine. Your wife was a whore anyway. This is the only way you’ll ever sleep with a mare like me.”

“Hey!” he snapped loudly, getting inches from her face as she reeled back in disgust, “My wife… was a beautiful mare. Until she wasn’t. What happened to her is exactly what’s going to happen to you. It’s what happens to mares in Canterlot who don’t behave…”

Rarity blinked. Her heart skipped a beat. He wasn’t…

…Was he?

The overwhelming fear of even the slightest possibility of death overwhelmed her. Rarity let out a shrill shriek mixed with a sob, suddenly putting all of her energy into trying to leap as far as she could to the side, her horn glowing as she prepared to use any and all magic to escape. She had to leave. Now.. However, the pervy stallion was ready, lunging up to catch her and slapping a magic restraint on her horn. She let out a defeated wail as she collapsed to the ground on her stomach, her butt jiggling behind her in front of Jet Set’s face.

Without hesitation, Jet Set levitated a knife from a nearby table and slammed it down into Rarity’s ass as hard he could. She let out an inequine scream, not expecting such extreme pain so quickly

“Hey!” he growled. Rarity was unresponsive, continuing to wail in sheer terror.

“HEY!” he shouted louder, turning her over with magic, and flinging the knife such that it stopped mere inches from her neck. She immediately silenced herself, breathing extremely quickly. Her eyes began filling with tears.

“You gonna listen to me now?” he asked gravely.

“I don’t wanna die….” squeaked Rarity helplessly, her eyes overflowing with tears, “I don’t…I DON’T WANNA D-“

“ARE YOU GONNA LISTEN TO ME NOW?” he shouted, shutting her up again, “I am LOSING my patience VERY quickly”.

Rarity began hyperventilating, completely broken down to a toddler state of helplessness.

“I’m…gonna…listen…” she gasped.

“There’s a good little girl,” Jet Set spoke calmly, slapping Rarity on the cheek, eliciting a short whimper. She tried to control her breathing, and focus on the moment. She felt Jet Set hoisting her into some kind of harness, strapping her limbs down - she chose to ignore it.

There had to be a way out of this. There just had to. Her mind began racing, trying to think of the words she’d have to say to escape. She began exploring branching paths of dialogue in her mind. A tiny spark of optimism began to form as she-

“Fancy Pants is going to be so happy to see you like this,” Jet Set sighed, speaking loudly on purpose.

-And there went that spark of hope.

“Fancy…Pants…?” Rarity could barely control her quivering voice. No. No. He couldn’t have ordered this, he just couldn’t have, unless….

“I’LL SELL THE SHOP!” Rarity blurted as loud as she could. “I’ll give it to him for FREE! He can HAVE IT!”

“Oh, he’ll have the shop, alright. We’ve already faked your will, detailing how you thought of him as a friend and wanted him to own your business.”

“N…No, no, will….? No, no, Jet Set, there’s no reason to KILL me!” sobbed Rarity, stammering over her own words, “He can’t…he CAN’T! Not for THIS! I’LL SELL THE SHOP! I’LL SELL THE SHOP!!!!! I DON’T WANNA DIE!!!!!!!!!”

Jet Set brutally rammed the knife as hard as he could into her gut. She let out a horrifying belch of a shriek, a small bit of urine dripping from her crotch.

“Shut UP, you bitch,” Jet Set growled.

“M…Money,” Rarity managed to gag, “I’ll g…give you, mon…ey….”

She had never heard a pony laugh as loud as Jet Set did.

“You know, Fancy Pants was going to pay me eight thousand bits for this job,” he began to explain, moving closer to Rarity, sliding the knife along her chest. She whimpered and whined in protest.

“I asked him, of course, if I could do whatever I wanted to you.”

Rarity whimpered a long, defeated sob as she realized that the through-line of this tirade was that she wouldn’t be able to bribe her way out of this. Her mind continued to race, mortified at the thought of her life ending in mere moments.

“Now he said - his words, not mine - ‘you are free to rend the flesh from that used up, common slut’. Common slut, huh?” The insane pony stopped to chuckle again. Rarity’s mind was almost completely broken, but even now she managed to let loose some tears, in disbelief at how cruel Fancy Pants thought of her.

“I think that’s far too kind.”

Rarity continued to sob outright, squirming around in horror.

“So of course, I told him I’d do it for free. The chance to kidnap you, do whatever I wanted to you? Well, I just couldn’t pass that up.”

Rarity began to drift off into her own agony a bit, looking off to the side, her eyes almost growing empty as the tears flooded through. Noticing this, Jet Set growled and slammed the knife as hard as he could into her armpit. Rarity let out a bloodcurtling shriek, being brought back into the moment.

“That’s quite enough!” came a booming voice that Rarity also recognized. Jet Set looked slightly disappointed, standing down. The triumphant tone, as well as her fractured mind, gave her the slightest bit of hope, her lips quivering into a smile as she hung from the restraints, bleeding and pissing onto the concrete - it was Fancy Pant’s voice.

He would see reason. He had to. He was such a gentlepony.

“F…Fancy Pants,” Rarity managed to gurgle, blood spilling from her mouth, “I won’t…tell…anypony….about…this….”

She was trying her absolute hardest to remain calm and collected. Like her life depended on it.

Because it did.

“Mmm,” nodded the established stallion.

“Look you….” Rarity began spitting between words, her voice coming back to her as she gained confidence that she may be able to talk her way out of this, “…you can have it. All…of it….everything I’ve ever worked for, you can….”

“Mmm, okay,” Fancy Pants nodded his head.

“A…and I won’t tell anypony. I won’t tell anypony…about this…”

“Right,” he continued emotionlessly. Rarity sobbed a bit, desperate to strike an emotional chord.

“Please, F…Fancy Pants. I want to go home…”

“Well, its quite an offer, Rarity,” he spoke calmly. A hint of a smile crept along her face.

“But I must decline.”

Rarity’s face dropped immediately.

“Wait, wait-“ she stammered, her voice raising and tears swelling up.

“After all, you’ve seen us. How can I trust you won’t just go hide behind Princess Twilight? I haven’t a chance against her.”

“WAIT-“

“But most importantly, Rarity, I just want to see you die. It’s that simple.”

“NO!!!!!!!!” shrieked Rarity at the top of her lungs. On cue, Jet Set brought down a hacksaw on her left front hoof. She wailed in agony as he crudely hacked at her limb, crudely dismembering it and causing her to fall forward off balance from the restraints. A geyser of blood shot from the stump.

“I’LL GIVE YOU ANYTHING!!!!!” Rarity pleaded, “I’LL GIVE YOU MY LITTLE SISTER! I’LL GIVE YOU SWEETIE BELLE! RAPE AND KILL MY LITTLE SISTER, PLEASE, OH, PLEASE LET ME GO-“

Rarity cut herself off with another shrill shriek as the hacksaw attacked her other hoof. She began screaming in horrifying mixes of gurgles and cries, her body convulsing and hemorrhaging in pain. A strong stream of piss shot from her crotch in shock, and she threw her head back in absolute agony, squealing to the heavens.

As everything became blurry, the final thing she saw was Fancy Pants coming towards her with a straight razor, and the sensation of it ramming straight into her neck.

Her final thought, among all of the regrets, among all of the goodbyes she’d never get to speak, was the simple wish that she had just agreed to sell the business.

WIth one final twinge of absolute pain and despair, it all went black.

“I want to see her!” shrieked Sweetie Belle, pushing her way past guards towards the nondescript shack in the middle of the Everfree.

“Sweetie Belle, NO!” cried Twilight behind her, trying to stop the little one from advancing. After two weeks, Rarity’s body had been found - and it wasn’t pretty.

“I DON’T CARE! I wanna SEE HER!” Sweetie wailed in response, barreling through several more guards and making her way to the entrance of the dark and dismal shack.

Sweetie threw open the door and peered into the darkness.

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Author's Note

Thanks for reading!

I’m a psychic - I’m writing this from the past, but I already know this story has a negative rating. You’re brave for braving it. So why did I write it?

As my name might imply, I first started on this site writing Snuff fiction. I still have a huge interest in it - but I severely deviated from it because I wanted to show my stuff as a “real writer”.

The truth is, snuff is a fetish just like any other wonky one. I like writing stories like these because I think there’s a huge emotional weight and pull.

I’m pretty open about this subject, so please feel free to ask me any questions you have about snuff, or about my work in general. I’m a real author, I promise - I’m just trying to write the things I like!