A Descent Into Insanity

Unlike Rainbow, Rarity was strapped to the floor. Her spine met wood, and her eyes were protected by a blindfold. Twilight had also administered a spell to prevent Rarity from using her magic for the remainder of the night. Rarity was as helpless as an earth pony.

And how thrilling that was! To be unable to defend herself —to be truly helpless against Twilight made her marehood ache with want. This is exactly what Twilight made her do for thirty agonizingly long minutes. Want.

She did absolutely nothing, after chaining her up, and just sat there and listened to Rarity’s moans and groans of wanting something to happen, of wanting Twilight to pleasure her. During this time, Twilight pleasured herself to Rarity’s noise. She was truly torturing Rarity by doing nothing, and that in turn made everything so much sweeter to the purple unicorn.

“Twilight? Please, darling, PLEASE! This is THE. WORST. POSSIBLE. THING! The absence of everything is driving me crazy! What are you doing? Are you even there? Did you leave me? Oh, no. What if I’m stuck here till Sweetie Belle wakes up? Oh, that would be just dreadful!”

A soft “Ahhhh…” could be heard as Twilight let go of a great release.

“Twilight?”

Twilight decided not to answer her vocally. After all, if a picture is worth a thousand words, an action must be worth millions. She magically inserted a rather oversized dildo in Rarity’s flank, fully and very quickly. Naturally, it stretched the anus, since she had never been penetrated there before by something of this magnitude. And the stretching, of course, hurt very, very much.

Nevertheless, Rarity screamed in both delight, and agony. “Ooohhhh, TWIIIIILIGHT!”

The white unicorn was shaking now, trembling even. But that wasn’t all, it seemed. Another dildo of a larger size was inserted into her marehood, just as quickly. Another scream of delight. Twilight then began to thrust these devices in and out of their respective orifices at a rapid pace.

“Mommy likes! Mommy likes!”

Now Twilight decided to speak, after all this time. “I’m glad you do, Rarity. I certainly don’t want my FRIEND to be UNCOMFORTABLE. And do keep in mind, that only ONE hour has passed, and we still have EIGHT more hours till sunrise!”

“FUCK YES!” Was the only thing Rarity could respond with, because at the same time Twilight finished her sentence, she activated the vibrate function to both of the dildos.

A few days later, Rarity was visited by a young filly, around Sweetie Belle’s age, at the boutique. It was Twist.

“HI MITH RARITY! Can Thweeie-Belle come out and play?” She said as she waves a hoof at the unicorn.

Rarity couldn’t help herself, exclaiming, “By CELESTIA it’s the embodiment of FASHION GENOCIDE. I knew this day would come! INSIDE, FILLY!”

Twist stared at Rarity for a moment, adjusting her glasses.

“I said INSIDE!” Rarity levitated the filly, and forced her in, while at the same time grabbing a multitude of fabrics, trims, some scissors, needle, thread, and various other things she required.

She placed the girl on a pedestal, and immediately began work on a new outfit for her, as well as grabbing a bottle of water, hairspray, and a brush to comb her curly nightmare. Rarity removed her overalls, and glasses, replacing them with contacts, and a majestic slimming trench coat, with a belt and belt buckle that straps right where the jacket meets near the chest. The sleeves ended at the elbow, and then a fishnet stocking pattern continued from the coat to the end of the fore hooves. Rarity outfitted her with fishnet stocking for her hind hooves, and the trench coat stopped just before her flank. At the collar of the coat, sat a dazzling Opalescent jewel, diamond in shape. Twist’s hair was straightened, and looked much better with the mane down, instead of in a curly fuzzled mess.

“There you are, darling! What do you think?”

“I like it! It’s very regal. But must it show off so much of my flank?”

“If you’d like it altered, that can be arranged. I just thought you should flaunt that cute flank.”

“Well… if it wouldn’t be too much trouble…”

“No trouble at all!”

“Thanks for the outfit, Rarity.”

“Oh, it’s nothing. Much better than the drab you were wearing! Thing is, I want you to go flaunt that flank for a few days and tell me how you’re doing then! If you still want me to alter it after that, I will. Deal, sweet-heart?”

“Okay! So, what about Thweeie-Belle?”

“Oh, right, she’s asleep, I believe. A nap, I presume.”

“Thanks again, Rarity!” Twist said as she was leaving the boutique. Suddenly, she stopped, and turned around. “Oh, and Miss Rarity?”

“Yes? What is it?”

“You should get those scars looked at. They don’t look like they’re healing!”

“It’s on my to-do list! Goodbye!”

Rarity hastily shut the door, and locked it. She trot to a mirror and looked into it. What was this? They WERE healed. And yet, as she gazed upon herself, they were bleeding again, as if they were freshly placed on her face this day. Or perhaps she’s only dreamed that they have been healed.

The caused her to wonder. “Hmm… Why HAVEN’T these healed? It been well over a mon—“

The scars over her eye and the bridge of her nose lengthened suddenly. She also felt scratches slice themselves open along her ears, chest and arms.

“… Huh? What in Equestria?”

The bleeding intensified, also ebbing from her mane and hooves in addition.

“Oh dear… Oh dear… SWEETIE BELLE!? HELP ME!”

She was tightly bandaged from head to hooves, and she couldn’t move an inch. Only one eye was uncovered. But it was stopping the bleeding slightly. Sweetie Belle had done the best she could, but it appeared not even that was enough.

“There, all the bleeding parts are patched up. I’m gonna get help.”

“Shwrrdie Brrl?” Sweetie Belle?

“Yeah, sis?”

“Rrr crrn’t brrv!” I can’t breathe!

“I can’t believe this either! It’s real bad!”

“NRGH! RRR CRRN’T BRRV!” NO! I CAN’T BREATHE!

“What can’t be?”

“SHWRRDIE BRRL!” SWEETIE BELLE!

“I can’t be? This is getting bad, you’re talking crazy! I’ll get Twilight! Don’t move!”

“Shwrrdie, prrz! Rr’ll srrfrrerrt!” Sweetie, please! I’ll suffocate!

Sweetie Belle trots out the boutique’s doors.

“SHWRRDIE BRRL! FRRCK! FRRCKNG, CRRM BRRCK!! Shrr’s grrn… Rrh nrrgh. Frrck, fffck, fffck, fffck.” She began to pant, unable to breathe properly from the placements of the bandages. In fact, she was hyperventilating.

“Hnnnnnggghhh…” She was losing consciousness. “Nnngh… Unngh…” She attempted to remove some of the bandages from her mouth with her magic, but she suddenly felt very, very sick.

“HRRRCCKKK!!!” She coughed up a ton of blood onto the inside of her bandages. Some of it even seeped outside of them. She was crying from the pain, and began to cough, choking on her own blood.

“… Gghl…” Everything went black.

Am I… Am I dead? Nothing hurts anymore… It’s so quiet.

“Rarity!? Oh no, this is bad!”

She could see another mare, but her vision was blurry.  Twilight? Is that you? Where are you?

Her vision blacked out again. She closed her eyes, and then reopened them. This time she saw her Pinkamina doll hanging from the ceiling.

Pinkamina? Why are you here? You’re looking wonderful…

“She’s not breathing!” Twilight said in alarm.

“Rarity, I’m so sorry…” Sweetie Belle was close to tears.

Rarity’s vision was going dark again.

“There’s blood everywhere… She’ll be okay…”

“Wake up Rarity!

Darkness.

She drew in a sharp intake of breath as she gasped herself back to life. Rarity looked everywhere she could with her eyes, physically unable to move.

Is this a dream…? No…

“Nurse Redheart, patient 257 is conscious.”

“I’ll check on her in a moment.”

Nurse? The hospital… Rarity then became aware of all the sounds around her. Heart rate monitor humming, and giving a steady beep beep beep indicating that she was, indeed, still alive. She felt a breathing device in her nose and some sort of tube in her mouth.

I can’t move… I think I’m in shock. My eyes work…

”You’re finally awake, Ms. Rarity! How are we feeling tonight?”

Nurse? I can’t move.

“Can you speak, sweetie?”

I just said I can’t move…

“She must be in shock… I’ll let you get more rest, we’ll check on you in the morning."

Nurse! Where’s Twilight? And Sweetie Belle…

“Let’s keep her oxygen on, let her get more rest.

NURSE!! … Why is a camera in here? … Nurse?

“Are you sure you’re feeling well enough to go home, Ms. Rarity?”

“Yes, I’m fine… But…”

“Well then. Be sure to keep the neck brace on for another day or two.”

“Nurse?”

“Yes?”

“Who brought in that camera?”

Nurse Redheart looked at Rarity from her clipboard. “… Hmm? What camera, dear?”

Rarity blushed, and smiled to hide it. “That’s what I thought. Never mind! Brace off in a day or two?”

“Er… Yes.”

“Great! Bye!”

Rarity trot her way out of the hospital as fast as she could. If she wasn’t so sure of it before, she certainly was now. She has truly lost her marbles.

“… Hm. I overlooked that bite on her flank.”

Sweetie Belle was the first to ask her if she were okay.

“Am I okay? No. No, I am not okay, Sweetie. Me and the word ‘okay’ have parted ways a long while ago, darling. Mommy is not okay. I murdered my cat, I grew obsessed with a murderer, I did horrendously vulgar things on a camera that apparently doesn’t exist, I did unladylike things with Rainbow Dash, I developed a fetish for pain and bloodletting, I physically wounded you, I threw a sewing machine not only at Twilight, but at Rainbow Dash too, put a knife in my posterior, and worst of all, I KISSED BLUEBLOOD!”

Sweetie Belle looked away, feeling very sad from all that she was hearing.

“So, no. I’m not okay…”

Rarity then saw a small hamster-like version of Rainbow Dash doing a mini-sonic rainboom right in front of her face. Her mouth dropped, and she began to silently cry.

“And I’m hallucinating.”

She levitated a hairbrush over to her, and began to brush her mane.

“Sweetie, what have I become? Can I ever… be normal again?”

Sweetie gave no response, simply hoping that being there for her sister might help her out somehow.

“Hm?” Rarity suddenly looks at some point past Sweetie. “Oh, look, it’s the imaginary camera again! Come to document my misfortune? I hope you like what you see, whoever you are. I’m a wreck. Hardly worth salvaging anymore. I’ve ruined my life…”

Behind her, she Pinkamina doll was edging itself into her room from the door behind.

Rarity began to cry again. “Please. Leave me alone. I wish to wallow in whatever ponies are supposed to wallow in. Now then, please excuse me, Sweetie Belle. Mommy needs her beauty sleep. Where did I put that blindfold…?”

When Rarity got up, and went to search for it, the doll resumed its lifelessness.

Sweetie Belle stood up and walked past the doll, to her room. She hoped everything would work out better to her sister. She hated seeing her like this.

It was nighttime, and Rarity was in a dim lit room with a pink earth pony. She took a top of her punch from the teacup she held. It was delicious, but something was slightly off with it. She assumed it was the recipe, or that it was an acquired taste. She placed the tea cup and plate down for a moment as she wiped her mouth on a napkin, and promptly picked them back up.

“You would no believe the honor it is to be here! I’ve been dying to get in touch with you for ages…”

“It’s not like you were subtle.”

“I apologize.”

“Oh, it’s alright. I have a lot to say to you. Enjoying the punch?”

“It’s simply divine.”

“Good to hear. It’s Gummy’s favorite, after all.” Pinkamina relaxed in her chair, and rubbed her fore hooves together, similar to how a human would rub his or her hands.

“I taste something else in here…”

“Just a bit of mercury.”

“What? That’s how you’re going to kill me? With poison?”

“Of course. I don’t want you to ‘enjoy’ your end… No, no… I want you to die slowly and quietly, Rarity. Perhaps in your sleep… Speaking of which, you’re asleep right now.” Pinkamina’s gaze seemed to stare into her soul. “In reality, there are ponies breaking into your home… They’re coming to take you away…

“WHAT!?”

“You’ve done terrible things, Rarity.”

“But, I didn’t mean to!”

“Yes, you did. It’s who you are. You’re a silly psychotic bitch.” The world around Rarity grew dark, until only Pinkamina’s face could be seen. “And frankly, Miss Rarity… I hope I don’t see you again…” It grew even darker; only her eyes could be seen now. “You’re a monster. Deal with it. Now wake the fuck up, and face the consequences.”

Everything turned to black. She blinked her eyes. Nothing. She blinked them once more, and suddenly, a pair of button eyes was staring directly at her.

Run, Mommy…

“… Wh…  What?”

RUN.

She opened her eyes for real this time. Her doll was on top of her, and she pushed it upward, away from her slightly. “… Pink… a… mina…?”

She could hear voices in the distance.

“… —witness saw her come here.  Break the door down!“

“No! Don’t take my sister!”

She shot up, tossing the doll to the side as she heard a loud crash. “HUH!? What in the world?”

“Upstairs! Now!”

“PLEASE STOP! SHE DIDN’T MEAN IT!” Sweetie was begging, crying for them to cease their charge.

“Sweetie Belle!?” Rarity looked around, before resting her gaze on the door, which was viciously torn open.

“Here she is!”

“DON’T MOVE!”

“Wh— who are you!? What do you want!?” She was deeply confused. What was going on?

“General Stormbreak, Canterlot Military. You’re under arrest for violence against a one Twilight Sparkle, slaughter of an animal, and foal-abuse. Your sister told us everything. These are very serious crimes, Miss Rarity. The punishment will be most severe…”

She couldn’t understand. Why would Sweetie Belle tell anyone? ”Sweetie Belle… How could you?”

“I-I didn’t meant to, sis!” She was crying, “I told them it was okay. I s-said I still love you, a-and I enjoyed it!”

Stormbreak cut in, “It’s alright, Sweetie. You don’t have to lie for her anymore.”

“But—“

“You’re safe now.”

“I’m not lying!”

“Stoic, Stalwart. Apprehend Miss Rarity immediately."

“SIR, YES SIR!” They said in unison.