A Descent Into Insanity

When she opened her eyes, she still couldn’t see. Rainbow Dash was blindfolded. She felt a ball gag strapped to her mouth, so she couldn’t speak either.  But that isn’t what was bothering her. It was the fact that she was chained to a wall again, and the nails she felt driven through her wings.

It wasn’t particularly painful, but it did make this even more uncomfortable. “Mmpf! Mmmpf!”

She tried to call out, let somepony- anypony know that she was conscious again.

Then she attempted to scream as a knife was shoved in both of her hind legs.

Was meeting with Rarity, my escape, everything just a dream? Am I still under the power of Pinkamena?

Her answer was a knife in her stomach, which in turn made her try to scream more. She was already tearing up, the pain agonizing. Multiple scratches were then applied all over her body for added effect. She could only imagine how bad she looked now. Rainbow thought back to how Scootaloo looked when she killed her. How much it disgusted her to see her dead adopted sister before her. How much emotional pain she endured when having to complete the task. Then she imagined herself in the same situation.

Technically, Rainbow wasn’t supposed to be alive in the first place. She never took her flight test, and therefore had technically failed it. She should’ve been Factory fuel as well. However, because she can produce a sonic rainboom, (the only factor determining her being alive, as far as the Factory is concerned) she was elected President of the Factory’s Disposal of Flight Rejects Division. It was a considerable raise from a simple weather pony. She had a steady income of 500 bits per hour, and she worked long hours.

Her daydreaming was interrupted a large and uncomfortable dildo being inserted into her marehood. Then it’s vibrate function was activated, causing pleasure to roll throughout her body. The pain from before amplified the pleasure, and caused her to have an orgasm very quickly. She allowed her head to roll forward, as she reveled in the feelings of pain and pleasure together.

Slowly, each of the knives was removed from her body. Her breathing deepened, Rainbow Dash’s whole body shuddering. She felt another mare’s chest pressed against her own, and a knee pushing the dildo further in, and rubbing the inside of her thigh.

The other mare removed her ball gag, and before she had a chance to scream, let alone ask questions, she was forcibly kissed her. Her tongue swirled in Rainbow’s mouth, trying to get a much as she could from her.

Despite the agony, she was enjoying her experience now. And this made her very uncomfortable with herself. Was she really enjoying this? Actually, it didn’t surprise her. Even though she hated to admit it, she loved the job as much as she hated it, killing all the flight reject fillies.

Her aggressor and lover, rolled into one, finally ended the kiss. But she did not walk away; she continued to keep her chest pressed against hers.

Rainbow Dash decided now would be a good time to ask what was going on.

“Who are you?”

Rarity laughed, “Do you not remember? Did I hit you a little too hard?”

“Rarity? So it wasn't a dream…”

“No, no dreams. Tell me, darling, how do you feel?”

She didn’t want to admit that she was actually enjoying it now. “How would you feel- wait I remember. You enjoyed it…” She sighed. “Fine, I… I feel really good, to be honest.”

“See, Rainbow? We don’t need help. We just need to continue as we are, and everything will work itself out in the end.”

We don’t need help. She was starting to believe that. “Rarity?”

“Yes, dear?”

“Will you let me down?”

“Only if you promise to tie me up and do the same to me!”

“Deal.”

Rarity left her boutique to visit Fluttershy the next day. She decided to take her up on that offer. She styled her mane as close to the form she used to long ago, (because now she preferred to let her mane hang down) and locked the boutique up on the way out the door. Rarity took the least commonly used roads that she could fine on the way to Fluttershy’s home, so as to avoid being seen by very many ponies.

“Fluttershy!” She called as she knocked her hoof on the door.

She answered with Angel on her head. “Hello, Rarity! What brings you here?”

“I was wondering if you might like to go to the spa with me.”

“Yes, of course! Would you like to go now?”

“That’s why I’m here darling.”

They walked their way to the spa, chatting about mundane things, and catching up on the happenings of the animals, and Sweetie Belle. Over all, the chatter was dull, but it did help pass the time.

Fluttershy was about to choose what package to order, but Rarity butt in.

“Excuse me, dear. We’d both like the Happy Ending Special.”

Aloe and Lotus stared at each other for a moment, before walking past them and locking the doors. They walked past them once again, and signaled for them to follow. Aloe opened the door, and allowed everypony in to the back room. There were two chairs.

Fluttershy and Rarity sat down in them, and stared at the twins. Rarity smiled to Fluttershy, who returned the smile, but looked confused.

“Um, Rarity?”

“What is it, Fluttershy?”

“What exactly is the Happy Ending Special?”

“Just wait and see.”

They didn’t have to wait long. Aloe and Lotus walked over to them, and stuck their heads down to each pony’s nether regions, beginning some delicate tongue work. Fluttershy immediately blushed profusely, and Rarity threw her head back in delight, hooves behind her head.

“Oh dear! Nnuh! Please, Aloe, I… Naaah!!”

“Mommy likes.”

Returning back to her boutique, Rarity meets Sweetie Belle upon entry. She still had that scar.

She can still remember in great detail how Sweetie got that scar.

It was about three weeks prior. Rarity waited until Sweetie Belle was asleep to pull her delicately out of her bed. She placed her body as gently as possible, so as to not wake her, on a chair. She cuffed Sweetie’s fore hooves behind her, and her hind hooves to the chair. She blindfolded her, and placed a ball-gag around her neck, so that she can easily prevent screaming should it happen.

It wasn’t long till Sweetie finally woke.

“Unnnnhhh… H… Huh? I can’t see! Sis? A-are you there? I don’t like this! I-I’m scared! Big sis!? Applebloom!? Anypony…? Th-this is just a game, right? It’s okay, I don’t wanna play! Just let me go! Kay?”

“Should I do it…? It’s not my choice anymore, is it, Pinkamina?”

“BIG SIS! Is that you!? What’s going on!? Let me go!”

“It’s okay, Sweetie Belle. Just relax. I promise, you’ll love this.” Rarity said as she levitated the ball-gag, readying it to put in her mouth, and also had a knife ready in front of her.

“Love what!? Sis!? What are you—“

Her speech was interrupted by the placement of the ball-gag, and a slow cut was executed across her chest.

“NNNGGHHH!!!” Sweetie screamed the best she could through the gag, as a sudden jingle-jingle could be heard from the front of the boutique.

“Rarity? Are you in here? It’s Twilight! Just checking up on you!”

Rarity began to panic. “Ffff… On no… Oh no no no no no no no!”

“Twrrghlt!?” Sweetie tried to scream, and her chest was bleeding abundantly.

Rarity ran to Twilight, so as to prevent her from seeing what was happening with Sweetie Belle. “Twiliiight! So good to see you! I wish I could talk, but…”

“Rarity, are you okay? You look pretty bad…”

“FINE! I am. I am fine! Ha ha ha! Let’s talk outside!”

Sweetie felt she had to try again, and then she got an idea. She concentrated on using her magic, trying to rid her of the gag. “Nnnnnnghhhh!!”

Twilight continued to talk, almost ignoring Rarity. “What’s going on Rarity? You haven’t come out in days! And you look awful. You should really get those scars looked at.”

“Ah ha ha ha! It’s on my to-do list.”

She did it! Sweetie was able to remove the ball gag.

“PAH! Hahh! Hahh!” But first, she had to catch her breath. She drew in a deep breath, and then screamed, “TWILIIIGHT! HEL-“

Her screaming was drowned out by a swift, and sickening crack as a sewing machine was propelled magically towards Twilight’s head. A pool of blood ebbed from the impact site of the machine, atop her forehead, as well as drops scattered around her spot where she collapsed.

Sweetie continued to scream for a moment, and then she passed out from blood loss.

Rarity rushed to Sweetie Belle’s aid, upon hearing that her yelling died out suddenly.

“Sweetie? Sweetie Belle? Oh, dammit. What is wrong with me? My behavior is uncalled for… I did a terrible thing.”

Rarity took a needle and thread with her horn, and sew Sweetie’s laceration closed, once she untied her and was holding her in her hooves. She also removed the blindfold, seeing as how much good it did.

“I shouldn’t have tried this. Why would I assume Sweetie Belle would enjoy this? She must hate me… I hate me too. And then Twilight… I threw my sewing machine at her and… Well… She’s alive, just unconscious, but… How am I gonna explain this to her? She’ll hate me too.” Rarity then uses her magic to clean up the blood on Sweetie’s chest.  “I don’t know what came over me. This whole evening has been a nightmare… I hope Sweetie Belle wakes up soon… I’m sorry, Sweetie Belle. I’m sorry, Twilight.”

Sweetie Belle then begins to cough in a somewhat adorable fashion.

“Sweetie?”

“Big sister? I had a bad dream… It was dark, and I think you were cutting me.”

“It’s okay, Sweetie, it’s over now.”

“I know. That’s why it was a bad dream.”

Rarity’s mouth shut in seconds, and she stared in the distance. She knew exactly what that meant.

Rarity downed another bottle of hard cider. She was attempting to drown her self-loathing away, and hopefully make everything just a bit better. Instead, she was getting a full belly, and a cloudy mind. Then she started to get angry, thoughts of Prince Blueblood surfacing in her mind. She came to the conclusion that she was going to visit him, and give him a piece of her mind.

And that’s exactly what she did. She trot her way to a late night cab, and paid for a ride to Canterlot, since the train was out during this night. It only took an hour, and she had the time.

She broke into the housing department in the city hall, and researched Blueblood’s address.  It only took her an additional thirty minutes, and she made sure to erase evidence that she was ever in here.

Rarity trot her way to his house, and knocked on the door. Instead of a servant, it was the Prince himself. What an opportune moment.

“Oh joy, it’s Little Miss Grimdark. I’m not going to ask how you found my house… Don’t you have a little sister to torture, or something else that isn’t wasting my valuable time?

She scowled at him, her rage seething from her very eyes. “You never quit, do you? UGH! I can’t even stand to LOOK at you!”

With fake enthusiasm, he retorted, “WELL! Surprise, surprise! You showed up on MY DOORSTEP! Leave, please, you bore me.”

She attempted to smack him, but he effortlessly blocked her.

“… Don’t do that.” He advised.

She attempted to smack him one more time with her other hoof, and was, yet again, blocked.

“Buh…” She was blushing, staring at him, having seen how he flawlessly stopped her from attacking him. A small amount of her previous crush for him surfaced.

“I hope you realize the offence here. You’re attempting to assault a prince. I could have you arrested on the spot. But seeing as you’d probably just get off to dungeon treatment, I’ll just-“

“MMPH!” She forced a kiss to his lips. He replied with the same sound, but in a more questioning tone, thoroughly surprised at her coming onto him like this. When he regained his composure, he pushed her off of him, and spit on her.

“I would advise you to never let me see your face again, Miss Rarity! If I do, you will be arrested without trial! Now leave!” He spoke with authority, and anger. Two things that should never mix.

Rarity broke into a fit of bawling, holding herself in a fetal position as he closed his door in a hasty slam. A slight click indicated that his door was locked.

“Please! Prince Blueblood! Marry me! Don’t leave me again!” She screamed in her weakness, drunk from hard cider, and unable to make any kind of sound decision anymore, due to her feelings overwhelming her now.

After an hour or so of crying, she finally stood up and trot her way to a cab, and rode the lonely way home.

The next morning, Rarity hears a knock on the door. She lazily got out of her bed, and trot over to answer it. It was Apple Fritter, Applejack’s cousin.

“Howdy, Rarity! I was wondrin’ if you wouldn’t mind donating some ‘o yer mane to the Little Pipsqueak Charity Drive? As ye know, dere are tons o’ little fillies dat haven’t any manes due t’ birth defects, a rare hair-killin’ disease, and worst o’ all: cancer! A ton o’ fillies would really appreciate it if ya did!”

Rarity smiled. This was a way to redeem herself for all the selfish, stupid things she’s done recently. But not only that, she was also the Element of Generosity. It was her duty to give to those less fortunate than her!

“Of course, darling. In fact, I’ll donate right now.” She took a pair of scissors and magically cut away all of her mane away, and placed it in a nearby box. She looked to Apple Fritter, and handed her the box. “That should do nicely, correct?”

“That’s splendid, Rarity! Thank ye so much! Much appreciated!”

“Oh, my pleasure! Tata!” She shut the door after her, and searched for a mirror. “Mommy’s still pretty, right…?” Once she found a mirror and stared into it. “Even without my GORGEOUS coiffure, I’m still the prettiest pony in—“ She gave a horrified look into the mirror.

“—Erk…”  She quickly flew a nearby hat over to her head and placed it on her crown. “HATS! Hats are ALL the rage right now!”

She was close to tears. “Oh, who am I kidding? I look positively awful!” Then, she had an idea.  “Wait, Twilight visits every day… I can ask her to help grow back my poor coiffure!”

And so she would anxiously wait for a few hours, waling a rut into her floor from all her worry that she might not come to check on her today. When she heard the familiar jingle-jingle! she immediately turned to the door.

“Oh, Twilight! This is THE. WORST. POSSIBLE. THING! I gave away my stunning coiffure to charity, and now I look so horrible! Do you know a spell to help me get it back? Please?”

Twilight nods, and smiles. Despite being a lot different now, she was glad that Rarity was still generous.  “Of course! Just hold still for a moment.” She concentrated her magic towards Rarity’s head, and hair began to grow rapidly. Unfortunately, it only grew it partially back, but it was better than nothing, in Rarity’s eyes.

“There you go! One mane!”

“My coiffure! Oh, Twilight—“

“No need to thank me, Rarity! You’re always so generous; it’s my duty as a friend to pay you back in kind! …Even if I couldn’t restore it completely. I mean, because, I’m your friend. And I always will be. Even if you’re… d-different now…”

“Oh, Twilight!”

“I may not approve of what you’re doing… But as a f-friend, I need to accept what makes you happy…” Something in Twilight snapped. “HEY! Maybe I can write about this! The Princess would LOVE to hear about it! If she even listens to me— WEEE HEE HEE!”

“Oohhh… Twilight…?”

“Wouldn’t you say this is a good lesson in FREINDSHIP!? By the way! BY. THE. WAY. I’ve been DYING to ASK YOU… Do you know how much a SEWING MACHINE WEIGHS!?”

“Oh! …Twilight—“

“COURSE NOT. BUT I DO! It weighs enough to CONCUSS a pony! Especially when it’s THROWN AT HER HEAD. But you know what? I think I can forgive you. But only if you let me punish you… I think it’s only fitting, since you bashed my brains out, that I FUCK yours out.”

“Ooohhhhh TWILIGHT!!”

“Now lie down, and let Dr. Twilight hear aaaaall about it… ALL. NIGHT. LONG.”