Rarity's Addiction

Rarity was stressed out. Working as a seamstress was her dream, and it was something she greatly enjoyed doing, but unfortunately when the work really got rolling in, she was faced with the unfortunate truth that she was simply one mare. Now this was easily solved by hiring other ponies to work in the store, but unfortunately she simply didn’t make enough to pay them a decent wage.

Normally, Rarity could handle stress, she could handle the odd meltdown or sleepless night, they came with the job after all. But as the dishevelled white unicorn found herself staring in the mirror, she finally had enough of this whole situation. Normally she was a regal mare who cared a lot about her appearance, so seeing herself like this? She couldn’t handle it.

Her purple mane was a mess, tangled and twisted, and she hadn’t had a shower in two whole days. The store around her was starting to look shabby as well, but she tried to not reflect on it too much, working a mane brush through and down the curls of her mane and tail. Normally her tail was twisted and curled in an impressive fashion, but today it hung dead and limp.

It was genuinely distressing. Most stallions and mares simply didn’t get it, they dismissed her concerns as if she was simply being a diva for having self respect and caring about her appearance.

Well if that made her a diva, then she must have been one of the biggest divas in history because right now she felt as if her entire world was crumbling around her, as if every little thing she had done wrong was currently mounting against her and attempting to drag her down.

Saying that she was experiencing a mental breakdown would have been an understatement. She was the mental breakdown. Panic poored from her pores as she tried to get a grip.

What she needed was some help. Tossing and turning at night she had come to the realisation that she was a unicorn. She could simply use magic to solve all her problems, or at least relieve them.

But unfortunately for her, the spell she was hoping to use was unfortunately highly illegal. Apparently after some wizard had animated some mops and brooms, something terrible had happened.

It was always an annoyance when a good plan fell apart, but Rarity needed a break. If the white unicorn chose to take one however, she was at risk of losing her shop, at losing everything that mattered to her. She could end up out on the street!

The anxiety was really fraying her nerves, and so in the end she had simply decided to ask her friend, Twilight Sparkle. Twilight Sparkle was a genius when it came to magic, one of the most powerful mages that Equestria had ever seen. Instead of helping Rarity learn the spell however, she had gotten an hour long lecture on how the spell was too dangerous for her, and all the ways in which it could go horribly wrong.

This has annoyed Rarity greatly. Rarity wasn't some unicorn prodigy of magic, but just because she was some prim and proper clothes designer didn't mean she didn't know a thing or two about magic. She could teleport for Celestia's sake!

Her eye was starting to twitch as she settled back into work, but the anger at her friend telling her she couldn't handle the spell was too much for Rarity herself to handle. It was decided! She was going to learn that spell and nothing could dissuade her.

Everybody saw her as some prissy pony that didn't know how to handle herself, but she had more than a few tricks up her sleeve.

Selling clothing was a boon because everyone had to buy clothing. And almost everyone had at least one gown or fancy suit. The amount of ponies that had come through her door was easily in the thousands, and as she served a higher end client, the amount of secrets she had picked up likely measured into the hundreds.

She knew of a black market magic tutor who lived up in Canterlot. A stallion under the pseudonym Bright Dark. That was her ticket to learn the spell and save her business (and sanity) from ruin!

It was risky closing up her shop and heading off on a trip to the big city like this, but she didn't have much of a choice.

So she was off, after brushing her mane and trying her best to get her appearance looking at least a little less ragged. Already she was starting to feel like a criminal, and had even picked a criminal name out for herself "The sapphire eyed minx". It suited and described her adequately enough, but hopefully she'd never have to use it.

Public transport was thankfully pretty high class going up to Canterlot, there were a lot of business ponies that went up to the city, so even the cheapest seats were suitable for a lady like her. Staring out the window as the train slowly trudged up the mountain, she was filled with a strange feeling, an indomitable sadness at how her life had turned out.

All she had wanted was to make ponies happy and design fancy clothing. There really wasn’t anything wrong with that, yet it seemed like the universe had done everything in its path to throw her from her goal. Well, besides those times that Twilight had helped her out.

The universe wasn’t going to beat her, no matter how hard it tried. She was indomitable in every sense of the word. Prepared to even go as far as to bend the rules if it meant she could keep her store running, and keep the ponies that visited her store happy.

By the time she stood before the house that contained Bright Dark, she was having second thoughts.

The house had a face. The blinds were partly closed on the top two windows, giving it an almost half asleep expression, seeming to stare judgementally down at her as she slowly moved up the garden path, the grass on either side so high and overgrown she was certain it was going to wrap around her and swallow her up.

Someone really needed to tend to this garden and do something about the weeds, but she was coming up to the home of a criminal, she couldn’t have really expected anything better, the age of the gentlecolt villain was already spent and now this… This was what criminals were.

By Celestia, she was really scraping the bottom of the barrel with this one. She stood before the grimy white door, made out of white plastic that had pockmarks and dents where someone or something had attempted to bust it down before realizing it was a security door.

The outside of Canterlot had really gone down hill, even for the bigger and more expensive houses. She raised her hoof and slowly begin to beat it against the door, once, twice, a third time.

She felt dirty, she felt absolutely filthy. She wanted to get out of here as fast as possible. Staring down at the stained ceramic brickwork of the doorstep, she passed the time counting the cracks, waiting for a response, but after a few minutes it became clear that nobody was coming.

It soon became clear that nobody was coming to the door, which was annoying, it seemed like she was going to have to knock on the door again. What a filthy situation this was, she really didn’t want to knock on the door again, but it seemed like she didn’t have much of a choice.

With a slight grimace, she raised her hoof again and firmly knocked on the door again. Honestly she was surprised she had even managed to find this place, and she had no idea what she was even going to say. How did one talk to a criminal? She wasn’t sure.

The door opened and a bedraggled looking mare hastily opened the door. The first thing Rarity noticed was the fact that she was wearing the ugliest looking red sweater that she had ever seen in her life! It was tattered and battered beyond belief, and had some foul orange powder on it. An orange powder that also seemed to be decorating the hooves of the light beige mare. Her further was either a light beige or a light cream colour, Rarity couldn’t be sure, as it looked like this mare hadn’t bathed properly in quite some time.

Her mane and tail were a light red with two highlighted streaks running through it, one of them light purple, and another a darker purple. It wasn’t possible to properly tell where one tone ended and another begin because of the state her hair was in.

“What is it? I’m in the middle of something!” The mare said, seeming to glare at her from behind a pair of square plastic framed glasses that appeared to be held together in the middle with tape.

Rarity was caught off-guard. Maybe her memory wasn’t as good as she had originally thought. “I’m looking for a Mr Bright Dark, I must have gotten the wrong house, sorry!”
“No, that’s me. Come in and hurry.”

Before Rarity could say another word, the mare had turned tail and was trotting her way up the stairs, leaving the door wide open. As she trotted up the stairs, Rarity couldn’t help but take note of the latex leggings the mare was wearing.

What kind of weird situation had she gotten herself into now?

Rarity slowly trotted her way up the stairs after the mare, noting that while the outside of the house looked like it was falling apart, inside that wasn’t the case. It only looked like it was partly falling apart.

The mare lead Rarity into what looked like her bedroom, and Rarity was… Well, made incredibly uncomfortable just setting hoof in it.

There was a single book case at the back of the room with books scattered all over the place, dog-eared and well read, although it didn’t seem like they had been well looked after.

A poster of a mare spreading her legs to expose herself dominated the back wall, much like it was going to dominate Rarity’s mind for the next few days as she tried to figure out just why someone thought that was OK.

The bed was a mess, the floor had books and several plates scattered across it, and the most pristine part of the room appeared to be a collection of several plushies and figurines that were scattered atop the book case and lay out across the unmade bed.

And dominating the front wall of the room was a desk, decorated with dozens of trinkets, a huge computer monitor showing a game that looked like a dirt road with grass on either side.

The mare instantly plopped herself down into the seat and took control of her character, a weird bloated hamster that appeared to be armed with a blowgun.

“Sorry, I’m in the middle of a game at the moment, you can just chill on my bed or find a spot on the floor,” She said, using the computer mouse and her magic to control the mouse and keyboard, controlling the strange hamster.

Rarity had never taken interest in computer games, but if it was a choice of watching the computer game or sitting on the bed, it didn’t matter, she’d take staring at the computer game.

She scowled softly at the computer screen, trying to take in all the details of the game as the bloated hamster desperately attempted to take out a women with no armour and a crop top who was fighting with a pair of guns.

Already Rarity had decided she didn’t really like this game, the little hamster seemed to give off an evil aura, and the beige unicorn didn’t seem to look like she was having fun either, as the women in the crop top blew her hamster to bits and instantly sent her into a blind rage.

Her purple eyes flew wide, her nostrils flared, and then both her hooves shattered apart her keyboard in an instant, scattering the keys all across the floor as the keyboard bounced upwards, then broke in half.

Moondancer dumped the keyboard onto the floor as the computer screen turned gray, turning towards Rarity with something approaching a smile spread across her face.

“You’re very pretty ma’am. Welcome to my Fortress of Dreams, make yourself at home. I know what you’re thinking ‘By Celestia, Bright Dark is Moondancer! The challenger legend of ponies player who was friends with THE Twilight Sparkle!’ Impressive right? What can I do for you?” As she spoke, she leaned a hoof under the desk and produced a bag of orange, sausage shaped crisps and shoved a hoof full into her face, coating her lips in orange powder.

Rarity felt like she was dying inside, but gently forced a smile onto her face, “Ah… I… Yes? I came for a spell. I want to learn how to animate inanimate objects, for my shop you see?”

She didn’t mention begin friends with Twilight currently, or the fact that she had literally never heard Twilight mention Moondancer. This mare seemed to have the mental resistance of a wasp, and Rarity was worried the slightest wrong word would send her into a blind rage.

Of course, she wasn’t worried about this mare hurting her, her stomach was bulging outwards slightly against the sweater, and it looked like she was more at risk of running out of breath then hurting her.

“Ah, I see. Well I can do it, but it’s not going to be cheap. For a mare as pretty as yourself, I think I can cut you a deal though. I want you to give me a blowjob.”

Rarity’s ears twitched, her entire brain froze up like someone had poured liquid nitrogen over it.
“Pardon? What was that?” She asked, quite sure that she had misheard.
“A blowjob? You see, I give myself a cock with magic, you suck me off under the desk, we both have biological needs and with how expensive this spell is, I’m basically doing you a favour, see? Because I see myself as a good person and all that.”

Rarity had no idea what the fuck Moondancer had been drinking, but she didn’t want any part of this.
“I’ll just pay with the bits, thank you.”
Moondancer shrugged as she leaned back in the gaming chair, focusing once again on her game as her hamster returned to life.

Her magic had put the keyboard back together in an instant, and she was back to hammering away on it to fight over the dirt road or something. “Alright. If you want to pay in bits it’s five thousand.”

Rarity’s blood turned to ice in her veins. Five thousand? She didn’t have that many bits!
“I… Ah, can’t you come down for me? Something close to two thousand… After all, you did say I was very pretty.”
Moondancer smirked, “No way. I’ve watched Startrek, your Jedi mind tricks won’t work on me.”

Rarity had no idea what a Star Trek was, but she gave her best charming smile and fluttered her lashes softly, “Ah.. Please, for me?”

“I said no, now get the fuck out of my room or suck my fat cock you stupid harlot. I know who you are and Twilight ruined my fucking life so I’m not doing you any favours.”

Rarity hadn’t expected her to get so aggressive, but with how mentally unstable she seemed to be, she couldn’t really expect much,.

“Well, I happen to be close friends with Twilight and I’m sure she didn’t mean to ruin your life.”
Moondancer scoffed softly, “She got all the luck and all the handouts. I’m twice the mage she ever was and I just got shoved to the side.”

Rarity knew that this mare was unstable and didn’t want to risk angering her further, but she also really didn’t want to suck her off either. The whole idea was just too horrible to think about. She was a refined, proper lady and Moondancer looked like she hadn’t bathed in quite a while.

She stank of sweat and rage, and as Rarity thought, the mare seemed to only get angrier at her game, threatening to burst into a blind rage at any moment. In moments like these, it was customary to have your entire life flash before your eyes, and that’s exactly what was happening with Rarity.

Surely this wasn’t worth it. Right now she could just take the train back to her shop and forget about this whole horrid mess. Nobody would judge her for it, she could save her dignity and forget about this whole affair. But that was the thing with dignity and pride, in small amounts they were a useful trait to have, but like all traits, the shared the flaw of being completely inedible.

She couldn’t survive on pride and dignity, no matter how much she tried to do so. Sure, this was a terrible thing, and this mare was an absolute pig for even suggesting it, but if she did this, got her spell and saved her business, she could have all the dignity and pride she wanted.

If she didn’t do this, her shop would carry on failing, and eventually she would have no money, have to close her shop and give up on everything she loved to find another job.

All for the sake of a little pride.

It wasn’t worth it. That much was obvious, but the idea of pleasuring another mare like this… It wasn’t right.

“So-So.. Are you transgender or something darling? Why do you have a cock in the first place?” She asked, trying to work on an ice breaker to make this situation at least a little less awkward.
“Because fuck you that’s why. You can’t just ask someone why they have a cock, that’s like asking a zebra why they have stripes!”

Right. Rarity was dealing with some kind of mentally unstable egotist. Small talk wasn’t going to work on her. She needed to come up with something better if she really wanted to do this.

Was she going to do it? She had come all this way and made all the tough choices. If she turned back now it would be a complete failure…

“Fine, I’ll suck your cock…” She reluctantly accepted, managing to choke back several curse words that would have normally been affixed to the end of that sentence.

Moondancer let out a wicked, stomach turning smile, her magenta eyes panning down to Rarity as she clopped her front hooves together, then glowered at her computer as she waited on another match.

While she was waiting for the next game to load in, she pushed herself away from the desk and rotated on the swivel chair so that she faced Rarity, spreading her legs.

Yep. There was no denying it, the cream coloured mare had a horse cock between her legs. A black one that wouldn’t have looked the slightest bit out of place on a stallion. That was it, just pretend this was a stallion, she could work with that.

Rarity wasn’t a lesbian. Once she was done with this whole affair she would never have to think about or deal with anything like this ever again.

“Well, hurry up and get under the desk, I don’t have all day.” Moondancer said, leaning back on her chair like it was the most casual thing in the world.