Hurt

10. Diamond in the Rough

For some reason, you can't bring yourself to leave Ponyville. You're compelled to stay near the ponies, but you don't know why. Everyone knows what you've done. Everyone wants your head on a platter. Maybe you just like it here.

There's got to be something better than living in the woods though. You've been out here for almost 3 months now. Observing Ponyville. It's not so bad, except your clothes are getting shredded. You're down to your last wearable outfit, and even it's on it's last legs.

It's getting colder. You'll need more clothes, soon. And some blankets. Unfortunately, there's only one place you know of that has an abundance of cloth.

Fucking Rarity.

It's well past midnight as you sneak into Ponyville. The guards stopped patrolling for you weeks ago, so sneaking through the town isn't hard. The posters are still everywhere, though.

"Wanted: Anonymous, for immediate questioning by Princess Celestia. Suspect not to be harmed."

At least it didn't say "Dead or Alive". Guess ponies are just more forgiving that humans.

You arrive in front of her boutique. You were never good friends with Rainbow Dash, but you never had anything against her. Rarity was different. Rarity was an insufferable, snobbish drama queen with a superiority complex. It didn't help she had the personality of a pile of soggy pasta.

The door's unlocked. Thankfully, Ponyville is a trusting community. You can barely see anything inside. Feeling around, there's cloth everywhere, but you can't find any tools. >They might not be pretty, but with the right tools you can make your own clothes.

You walk into something. Before you can grab it, it's it topples to the ground with a crash. You hear a stirring from upstairs, then someone descending the stairs.

FUCK.

Well, it's dark. Maybe she won't see you. You see a glow in the dark and suddenly, several candles around the room ignite.

"YOU!"

Well, shit.

She runs to the window and opens it. Grabbing a large horn off the floor, she hefts it up and blows it. It's shockingly loud. She turns looks at you haughtily.

"That was a signal for the guards. They'll be here within minutes!"

"God DAMN it. I didn't want any trouble."

You take a step towards her. Her smile fades.

"Stay back, you brute!"

You see her horn begin to glow. You duck as a pair of shears miss you by inches. You jump up and bound up to her before she can pull any other tricks. You jab your finger under her ear. She leaps away and tries to use her magic again. A look of shock appears on her face.

"Oh, Twilight didn't tell you about that trick?"

You advance on the white pony. You backhand her across the face, sending her flying.

"All I wanted was some clothes!"

She tries to climb to her feet, but she's still stunned. You snatch her by the tail and swing her. She hits a work bench and collapses. She tries to get up, but it looks like her leg is hurt. As you walk over, you grab a pair of scissors off a table. Pinning her to the floor, you hold the blade to her throat.

"Now, what to do with you?"

"Please, don't kill me! I'm sorry!"

Her nose is bleeding, and she chokes slightly on the blood.

You shush her and gently caress her face.

"Hurt you? Why would I hurt you?"

You hold the scissors to her face.

"We're friends, right? And what do friends do?"

You open the blades and head for her mane.

"They give each other makeovers!"

She struggles as you chop her precious mane off, causing you to nick her flesh a few times. Done. You drag her over to one of her mirrors so you can see your handiwork.

Her mane is ruined. You cut off as much as you could, leaving just sparse, uneven clumps of hair.

"No! What have you done to me! I'm hideous!"

She tries to break free, but you throw her to the ground again. You hold her down with one hand, and run your free hand across her flank and rump. She's so soft...

"Don't worry, Rarity. I still think you're pretty."

"No..."

She attempts to stand, but you put your weight on her. She can't move. With your free hand, you clumsily remove what remains of your pants.

"Please. Please not this."

You flip her over onto her stomach. She jumps to her feet, but you hold her tightly. As your erection brushes against her, she breaks down crying.

"No, you monster! You can't do this to me!"

Determined to prove her wrong, you slam it in her as hard as you can. Rarity cries out in pain, gritting her teeth. Her front lets begin to buckle as you violate her. She screams through clenched teeth as you pound her from behind. Harder and harder, while her screams become wails.

Finally, it's too much and you release inside her.

"No! You won't get away with this!"

Suddenly she jumps forward out of your grasp. She kicks, hitting you right in the crotch. You see stars as you go down. She's going to pay.

Your rage sees you through the pain. You grab wildly for the first thing you find. A measuring tape. As Rarity is trying to limp away you wrap it around her neck from behind like a garotte. You put your knee into her back and pull for all you're worth. Shes tries to get free but you're too powerful for her.

Her thrashing slows and finally stops. She goes limp.