FP Riffs 7: Rarity's Generous Plan, Part 4
This story is going to be the end of me. Pinkie’s chapter was a sucker-punch to the soul, and all the other two before it did was deliver fairer punches.
Guess what, though? We’ve done it! We’ve hit the best chapter in the story! That says so little it’s not even funny, but there it is.
Why do I hate this chapter less? Well, because the pony I connect with the most in the show is Twilight Sparkle, the subject of this batch of awful. Our lives actually parallel a bit: socially awkward bookworm who moves to a new area (in my case, it was heading to a technical school that took kids from five towns) and meets a close network of new friends. I met my girlfriend going to that school, so I regret nothing. I also see traits of myself in her character: social derping, occasional feeling of being an outcast, academic intelligence, mounds and mounds of sarcasm and wit, etc. Pinkie’s still my favorite, but Twilight’s the most ME of the core cast.
The point I’m trying to make is that the story treats Twilight better than the other victims. It’s almost like it’s trying to win me over by saying “No, I don’t hate you! Here, I’ll make the pony version of you suffer less!”
But, since I’m here, it clearly didn’t work. So here we go. Chapter four of “Rarity’s Generous Plan.”
Guess what, though? We’ve done it! We’ve hit the best chapter in the story! That says so little it’s not even funny, but there it is.
Why do I hate this chapter less? Well, because the pony I connect with the most in the show is Twilight Sparkle, the subject of this batch of awful. Our lives actually parallel a bit: socially awkward bookworm who moves to a new area (in my case, it was heading to a technical school that took kids from five towns) and meets a close network of new friends. I met my girlfriend going to that school, so I regret nothing. I also see traits of myself in her character: social derping, occasional feeling of being an outcast, academic intelligence, mounds and mounds of sarcasm and wit, etc. Pinkie’s still my favorite, but Twilight’s the most ME of the core cast.
The point I’m trying to make is that the story treats Twilight better than the other victims. It’s almost like it’s trying to win me over by saying “No, I don’t hate you! Here, I’ll make the pony version of you suffer less!”
But, since I’m here, it clearly didn’t work. So here we go. Chapter four of “Rarity’s Generous Plan.”
Fallen Prime: Alright, let’s see if I can get this security system up and running properly. Need to work out some bugs, make sure it’s actually PLUGGED IN, arm the thing...
Rarity: I see a mass of wires. Do you have any idea what you intend to do with them?
Fallen: I was hoping that I could just dick around with it and hope I don’t accidentally create a bomb.
Pinkie Pie: (from TV) Well, maybe your next guest can help you!
Fallen: There are only two more ponies that could be. Is Dash with you?
Rainbow Dash: (from TV) As always.
Fallen: Then that obviously leaves... yeah, hopefully she can help.
(The armory doors open to let in Twilight Sparkle.)
Fallen: Hey, Twi. Got a second?
Twilight Sparkle: I certainly do. That’s why I’m here. Apparently it’s something to do with a security system?
Fallen: Yeah. It’s a series of cannons loaded with rusty sawblades. I want them to go off when anyone gets in here without proper authorization or permission.
Twilight: So... it should be set to NOT target certain individuals?
Fallen: I was debating that, but I don’t know how it would work. Plus, there are people I know that might want to try getting in dishonestly. For now, unless they’re let in, they get fired upon.
Twilight: I think I can give it a look. How long were you planning on this taking?
(The armory doors slam shut and lock.)
Fallen: Well, now you have all the time in the world.
Twilight: Wait, what? There are only two of us, though!
Rarity: (from behind Twilight) AHEM!
Twilight: Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry, Rarity. I didn’t notice you were there.
Rarity: It’s quite alright.
Twilight: I haven't kept you two waiting long, have I? How long have you been here before me?
Rarity: Since the first chapter of this story we are to read today. This would be the-
Pinkie: The FOURTH chapter of "Rarity's Generous Plan!"
Rarity: ...that, yes.
Twilight: I can't say I've heard of it. What's it about?
Fallen: The Element of Generosity over here giving the gift of rape.
Twilight: And I'm here because I'm the victim?
Fallen: For this chapter, apparently.
Twilight: Might as well get this over- wait.
Rarity: Yes, Twilight?
Twilight: This is the first time we've been Fallen's two guests. It's just like another round with Author, except with someone I like a bit better!
Fallen: He'll be thrilled to hear you said that. Not that I or anyone else have heard from him over the past couple weeks...
Rarity: Let us leave him to his personal issues. Last I heard, it was a family matter.
Pinkie: Oh, don't be too sad! Save it for the story!
(Buzzer sounds.)
All: We've got story sign!
Rarity: I see a mass of wires. Do you have any idea what you intend to do with them?
Fallen: I was hoping that I could just dick around with it and hope I don’t accidentally create a bomb.
Pinkie Pie: (from TV) Well, maybe your next guest can help you!
Fallen: There are only two more ponies that could be. Is Dash with you?
Rainbow Dash: (from TV) As always.
Fallen: Then that obviously leaves... yeah, hopefully she can help.
(The armory doors open to let in Twilight Sparkle.)
Fallen: Hey, Twi. Got a second?
Twilight Sparkle: I certainly do. That’s why I’m here. Apparently it’s something to do with a security system?
Fallen: Yeah. It’s a series of cannons loaded with rusty sawblades. I want them to go off when anyone gets in here without proper authorization or permission.
Twilight: So... it should be set to NOT target certain individuals?
Fallen: I was debating that, but I don’t know how it would work. Plus, there are people I know that might want to try getting in dishonestly. For now, unless they’re let in, they get fired upon.
Twilight: I think I can give it a look. How long were you planning on this taking?
(The armory doors slam shut and lock.)
Fallen: Well, now you have all the time in the world.
Twilight: Wait, what? There are only two of us, though!
Rarity: (from behind Twilight) AHEM!
Twilight: Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry, Rarity. I didn’t notice you were there.
Rarity: It’s quite alright.
Twilight: I haven't kept you two waiting long, have I? How long have you been here before me?
Rarity: Since the first chapter of this story we are to read today. This would be the-
Pinkie: The FOURTH chapter of "Rarity's Generous Plan!"
Rarity: ...that, yes.
Twilight: I can't say I've heard of it. What's it about?
Fallen: The Element of Generosity over here giving the gift of rape.
Twilight: And I'm here because I'm the victim?
Fallen: For this chapter, apparently.
Twilight: Might as well get this over- wait.
Rarity: Yes, Twilight?
Twilight: This is the first time we've been Fallen's two guests. It's just like another round with Author, except with someone I like a bit better!
Fallen: He'll be thrilled to hear you said that. Not that I or anyone else have heard from him over the past couple weeks...
Rarity: Let us leave him to his personal issues. Last I heard, it was a family matter.
Pinkie: Oh, don't be too sad! Save it for the story!
(Buzzer sounds.)
All: We've got story sign!
Chapter 4: Twilight Sparkle
Twilight: Oh, great.
"I just can't believe something like this would happen right here in Ponyville!" The purple mare's tone was stark, shaken. "To my own friends."
Rarity: So now word has spread. That would be counterproductive, would it not?
They stood at the steps of the library, Twilight Sparkle and her friends. Spike stood beside her, his arms worriedly wrapped about her foreleg as he huddled in close. Four others stood in the front: Applejack, Big Mac, Fluttershy, and Rarity.
Fallen: Of COURSE the one who masterminded the rapes is there.
Twilight: Maybe she's keeping up appearances.
With all that had happened in the past few days, they'd come to Twilight for a solution.
"Twilight," Spike whispered insistently, squeezing her leg, "What's rape, anyway?" He didn't fully understand the situation, only that his friends had been hurt somehow.
Fallen: So Spike really doesn't know the ins and outs of sex? No pun intended.
Twilight: Not unless he got into any books about it, no. And even if he did find those, I'm sure he'd have had questions.
"It's something very bad, Spike. Something very, very bad that colts do to mares when they don't want them to."
Fallen: Double standard! Rape goes both ways, jackass!
She shook her head sternly, scolding the theoretical colts who weren't even there. Big Mac uncomfortably shifted the sprig of wheat in his mouth. "First Applejack, then Rarity, and now even Pinkie Pie."
Rarity: No mention of Fluttershy?
Twilight: Wait, I thought you were the one arranging all this. Why does it say you're one of the victims? Unless... oh, that's EVIL.
Fallen: Yep. Taking suspicion completely off of her.
"D'ya think that's related?" Applejack asked.
Fallen: Except there's still a way to connect them.
"Me an' Rarity were attacked by guards, but I heard this was just some colt."
"At least he's in jail, where he belongs." Rarity huffed.
Rarity: Why am I reacting like that? How could I not be concerned that someone who aided my plan was incarcerated for his participation? Am I truly so unfeeling as to treat him as a disposable pawn?
Mac hung his head a bit more and avoided the eyes of the other ponies, thankful they seemed content to speak mostly to each other.
Twilight nodded. "Ponyville hasn't had a case of rape in years, now there's been three in a week."
Fallen: The number's right, but the victim list is wrong.
"Maybe there's been more," Mac offered quietly, "but they're just too ashamed a'what's happened to come forward." He hung his head a little further, glancing sideways at Fluttershy, a guilty look on his face. The yellow pegasus looked away.
Rarity: I somewhat see that happening.
Twilight: But there were other victims! I guess she sees it as her burden to bear, but if anypony could comfort the others, it's somepony who went through the same thing!
But the brainy purple pony didn't notice the subtext. "Exactly. And anyway, there's got to be some connection. Pokey said he was drugged, and the tests confirmed it. There was some sort of purple herb mixed in with the punch at the party he'd just come from."
Fallen: Which SHOULD have kept track of what guests were there! Rarity would be foiled in a heartbeat if anypony linked her to that party! And if Fluttershy finally spoke up about HER rape, since it took place at Rarity's house, that would be the end of it! It's like Rarity said, any semblance of THOUGHT would make this story collapse on itself!
Twilight: ...I feel like I'm missing some important context.
"Yes, I read the report. When I heard what had happened, I remembered these. I thought maybe you could do something with them," Rarity responded, magically lifting a small bundle purple leaves from her satchel and offering them to the bookish Twilight.
Rarity: I kept them on my person!? How has that not raised suspicion!?
The other ponies all stared. "I bought these a week ago from a white pony. I didn't recognize the cutie mark,
Fallen: Oh, don't pretend you don't know what your own flank looks like.
and their face was hidden under some garish mask."
"That matches the description Pokey gave of the mystery pony at the party! I hope you didn't use these yourself, Rarity." Twilight responded, carefully taking the herbs for study.
Fallen: She can't put two and two together? I thought she was better at deductive reasoning than that!
Twilight: Making it this obvious to the readers makes the characters look like idiots!
"Only once, dear," the white unicorn responded, "I brewed the leaves into some tea the other day, but I was so distracted by my work I forgot about it, and I ended up throwing it out when it got cold." Mac perked up for a moment, hearing this. He turned to Rarity, listening.
Fallen: Looks like HE'S doing the fancy mathematics in his head.
"I shudder to think what would have happened if you had drank it!" Twilight responded, shivering visibly. Big Mac glanced at Fluttershy, who looked back at him. They said nothing, but there was some kind of communication there.
Rarity: You had been portraying Big Macintosh as the simpler type. You must realize what it says of all else present when he is the only one to make the connection!
Fallen: Actually, Fluttershy did too.
Rarity: ...point.
"Can you figure this out, Twi'?" Applejack asked, hopeful and urgent.
Twilight: I ALREADY DID.
"I'll do my best. I still think it would be best if I just wrote to Celestia about all this."
"Those were Royal Guards!" Rarity protested.
"If there's corruption in the ranks, all the more reason to tell Celestia!"
Twilight: I think Shining Armor has a good idea of what the ponies he recruits are like.
Fallen: Chrysalis.
Twilight: ...alright, true.
"I agree with Rarity for once. Those were ROYAL guards, after all, and that could mean some pretty bad things. Until we know who we can trust, we should hold off for a while longer." Applejack nodded firmly.
Fallen: You evil, scheming little bitch, you.
Rarity: That was directed towards me in the story, correct? Because I am inclined to agree with you.
Twilight sighed, reluctantly going along with the plan. She knew Celestia would have the solution, but she had to consider the concerns and the safety of her friends. "All right. But in two days if we still don't have any answers, I'm going straight to Celestia."
Twilight: Why wait? Just do it! If somepony was targeting the bearers of the Elements of Harmony, I wouldn't hesitate for a second!
"I understand, dear." Rarity nodded.
Two days.
So now she had a deadline.
Fallen: Or she could, you know, STOP.
Hours passed as Twilight labored over the herbal leaves, cross-referencing every botanical guide she had in the library to pinpoint their origin. She studied their cellular structure under a microscope, ran chemical tests and cultivated culture dishes to see what molds would grow on them.
Fallen: NOW Twilight's acting like Twilight.
Spike retired to his bed almost unnoticed, and Twilight pored over what little she had to go on. If this herb could give them some sort of lead, she had to unravel its mysteries. Its origin might be traced, its effects might be explained, and perhaps it would be the first step towards understanding what was happening. It was on Twilight now, to figure out why her friends had been hurt. Rarity, Applejack, Pinkie Pie.
Fallen: We know who she thinks was hurt. Stop reminding us of how wrong she is.
As she considered it, a strange realization dawned on her. The three girls were all part of her close circle of friends. There weren't any other reports that she knew of, so it was just them. Was it a coincidence? Or was someone targeting them specifically? And if so, why?
Rarity: No, yes, and because we would not have a story otherwise.
She sat up from her desk, and her heart skipped a beat. What if it was her? What if she was the center of it? What if whoever was doing this was doing it because of who she was, who she knew?
Twilight: That's... uncharacteristically narcissistic.
Celestia's own most recognized pupil. What if this was some form of political terrorism? That would mean it was her fault. It would mean she dragged the other girls into this.
Rarity: Or it was centered around another of your friends.
Fallen: Namely the one who had the drug on her that Pokey had in his system.
The purple unicorn pony jumped up, and began pacing around the dim study, lit only by a single candle now. It couldn't be. She shook her head. No one would do something like that.
Fallen: Hey, just because it’s never happened doesn’t mean it never will.
But if this really did have something to do with her, all the more reason it was important to understand.
Twilight: It’s only TANGENTIALLY related to me!
A knock on the door gave the studious young mare a start, and she stood for a long moment just staring across the darkened library. Stars glinted in the deep dark sky and blackness swelled outside the windows. She made no noise, dared not move.
Fallen: When she plays Red Light Green Light, she plays for keeps.
Her imagination was running away with her. What if she were to open the door and find a gang of Royal Guards, of those powerful white stallions now come for her? Could she be next? Could she resist them, even with her magic?
Twilight: Yes. I think I probably could. A force field spell would be all I’d need.
Or would they take her, as they'd taken her friends? Her mind raced, horrible images filled her head. She saw herself bent over her desk, mounted rudely by one of the oversized stallions. She imagined being pinned beneath the barrel-chested males, struggling weakly.
Fallen: Your sexual fantasies scare me.
Twilight: Do you ever get sick of reading perversion into everything?
She envisioned the indignities and lewd depravity she might suffer, all in the flash of a few seconds. She found herself in a cold sweat. She swallowed deeply, nervously, and tried not to make a sound.
Rarity: That gulp was probably audible.
She just stared at the door, wondering if perhaps she'd only imagined it. Her heart pounded in her ears.
Another knock.
Fallen: Answer the goddamn door already!
She hadn't imagined it. The purple unicorn pony bit her lip, glancing around. She was afraid now. She whispered, hushed.
Twilight: Am I really that paranoid?
Fallen: Not usually...?
"Spike. Spike!" She strained under her breath. But he was in bed, at the opposite side of the library. She was stranded there in that pool of flickering candlelight. Trapped. The library had no back exit.
Rarity: But there are windows. And I’m certain Twilight can teleport if need be.
Twilight: Hey, that’s a good point! I probably could’ve teleported out of ALL of this!
Fallen: But you won't. You love us too much.
Maybe they'd go away. Or break the door down.
Yet another knock.
Fallen: "Penny?"
Shaking, quivering in fear and beginning to sweat visibly, the young purple mare slowly paced towards the door. She didn't know what she was going to do,
Twilight: ...answer it?
only that there was no way out now. She took a deep breath, then opened the door onto the dark night.
"Hey Twilight!"
Fallen: "Did you know there's a book named after you? It's about vampires and it SUCKS!"
Twilight: Wait, there's a what about WHAT?
The unicorn nearly fell over backwards in her relief. She slumped down to the floor, sitting on her haunches, and sighed a long, shaky sigh. "Oh, Caramel. You scared the bits out of me."
Rarity: I have never once heard anypony use that phrase before.
A small-framed and rather unimpressive brown colt stood on the library's front step, and he looked about strangely, surveying the town, all settled down for the night. "...Sorry?" was all he offered, more in confusion than apology.
Twilight: "Why were you afraid of a knock on your door during a rape scare? It makes no sense!"
She opened her mouth, but realizing the sensitive nature of her misconception, merely waved a hoof in dismissal rather than explain what had scared her. "Nevermind. What can I help you with?" she asked politely, feeling a little sheepish she'd let her imagination carry her away.
Rarity: Her fears were for naught, however, as her imagination was quite quite the chivalrous gentlecolt.
"Well, you didn't show up tonight. I just wanted to see if you were okay."
Fallen: Caramel is serious about his rape schedule.
Twilight: It's Caramel that does it?
Fallen: Afraid so.
She slapped her forehead with her hoof. "Oh, I forgot about your tutoring! Caramel, I'm so sorry! I was working on something, and I guess I just lost track of time."
Rarity: Well, there must be a time travel spell.
Twilight: NEVER AGAIN.
"Well, I mean, not to rush you or anything," he continued, shuffling awkwardly on the step, "but I have to know this stuff by the weekend."
Fallen: What "stuff?" What are you even doing there?
"We'll practice soon," she nodded, moving to close the door. But the door was struck, and Caramel held it open with one hoof. Twilight startled, slightly.
"How about now?" He smiled.
Fallen: That's not suspicious at all.
The purple pony slumped her shoulders. "It's really late..."
"And I stayed up waiting for you. Can't we at least get a little work done?" He pressed.
Rarity: That is on a lengthy list of words I would rather not see in this story in any context.
"Caramel..."
"C'mon, Twilight! No one knows the material like you do!"
Fallen: What material? What the hell is your cover story for this!?
She was never much one for flattery, and hardly knew how to take a compliment, but Caramel's adoration seemed earnest and friendly. It was hard to turn away the colt on her doorstep, so with a soft smile, she rolled her eyes and stepped aside, letting him in.
Fallen: He's probably going to take that as consent.
The door shut behind the two. "We'll have to study in my bedroom," Twilight whispered, "since Spike's asleep." The colt nodded, and together they snuck off to her private room. He watched her silhouetted hips sway as she paced through the darkened library, and a subtle smile crossed his face.
Twilight: I don't like where this is going.
Rarity: The other girls didn't either, darling.
"Excuse the mess." Of course, there was no mess. Between Twilight Sparkle's obsessive cleanliness and Spike's constant tidying behind her occasional driven outbursts, the library was almost always immaculate. But her self-consciousness demanded an apology all the same,
Twilight: For being too clean? Are you SURE this is supposed to be me?
and she felt some small blush rise to her cheeks as she welcomed the colt into her room, secretly, like they were young lovers sneaking under the noses of worried parents. It felt strangely illicit, and to a straightlaced young filly like Twilight, very out of the ordinary.
Rarity: This author handles foreshadowing with the subtlety of flashing neon lights.
Still, she had nothing to hide here, no frilly undergarments left lying about in plain sight (not that she owned any), and her romance novels, all more tepid than torrid, were neatly stacked away on the shelves where they would not stand out.
Fallen: Other than every single one being paperbacks and getting shelved with all the hardcovers.
And there were certainly no aids or toys by the side of her neatly-made bed, for she owned nothing of the type. She had lived a sheltered life, an ivory tower intellect, and though she read enough books on more mature subjects, her book-smarts were all she had to go on.
Fallen: And rubbing up against a book just isn’t the- (smacked by Twilight)
Feeling her mind drifting to these odd subjects, she shook her head reflexively, and let her dark, streaked mane fall behind her as she settled in on the bed.
Rarity: I genuinely wish some of these stories would not bother with descriptive language.
Without asking permission, Caramel climbed up beside her onto the lush bedsheets, its starry decor spread out beneath them.
Rarity: Oh dear...
Twilight said nothing at first, but with her magic, floated a book off the nearby shelf and placed it out before them, flipping through to the page she had marked from days before.
Rarity: Oh, thank goodness. For a moment I was afraid something was actually happening.
Twilight: Something is. It's just not anything too engaging.
Caramel, on the other hand, was far more interested in his study partner than his studies, and his lingering eyes continued to fall to Twilight as she lay beside him, both lined up to read from the book.
Fallen: If this is her idea of foreplay, there is no hope for her.
"Okay," she whispered softly, "now last time, we were talking about the history of Equestrian economics. As you can see from the influence of the Canterlot market..."
Fallen: That's your game plan? Bore him to death?
Twilight: What, the Equestrian economy isn't interesting to you?
Fallen: Is it as bad as the American one?
The lesson began to slowly drag on into the night, and an already tired Twilight Sparkle, worn from her investigation, began to yawn every page or so. It didn't escape Caramel's notice.
"Getting tired, Twilight?" he asked in what certainly seemed a friendly tone.
Fallen: Don't act like you're not going in the same direction as every other chapter.
"Oh," she smiled almost apologetically, "I've just been working on something all night."
She turned her attention back to the book, but Caramel looked at her with interest. "What?"
Rarity: I'm quite sure she didn't stutter.
"Oh, just..." she didn't know how to explain it, or how much she could afford to make known.
Twilight: Where's the risk in telling somepony that you’re concerned because most of your friends were sexually violated?
She hesitated, her weary mind weighing the options.
"Is it about the sex crimes going on?" the brown colt asked, without consideration.
The studious young unicorn tilted her head. "How do you know about that?"
Fallen: Uh... Elements of Harmony. You're not exactly low-profile.
"Word gets around," he shrugged back. "Real awful stuff, isn't it?" He looked so sympathetic, so concerned.
"Yes," she said quietly. "It is awful."
Fallen: Way to sound concerned, Twi.
Her mind began to wander again, perhaps spurred on by the secretive situation she found herself in. It was in no way seedy, and yet it felt strangely intimate.
Rarity: Another word I would rather not see.
Twilight: I'd mind more if I were invested in what's happening.
It had only just dawned on her that she was lying in bed beside a boy, and the conversation was again shifting to a topic Twilight had already had her imagination run away with.
Fallen: Does your mind stray into the gutter often, Twilight?
Twilight: Did you pick on the other girls this much?
Fallen: A bit, but you’re more fun.
She would have felt concern, except for the colt's identity. Caramel never seemed very interested in romantic pursuits, and in the few months that she'd known him he'd never had a girlfriend or conquest to speak of.
Rarity: Or that he WOULD speak of.
Fallen: Wait, did you-
Rarity: No, never.
He remained a perfect platonic friend, always earnest and interested, but never pushy. He was, in a word, nonthreatening.
Fallen: Oh, but those are the ones you need to watch out for.
Rarity: None of us are threatening to you, are we?
Fallen: No, and that’s why I’m always wary of all of you.
It made her feel a little better, with all the fears that had been circling her head.
"Plus," he shrugged, speaking quietly, "you must be afraid."
Twilight: Only because I know what’s coming.
Twilight snapped back to reality once more, glancing over the book's musty pages to Caramel. "Afraid? Afraid of what?"
"Well... I mean, with everything that's going on..."
Fallen: For the love of- pattern recognition! It’s all your friends! You should be worried about yourself too!
The unicorn hesitated, once again considering the possibility, but refusing to admit it. "Come on, Caramel. You don't think I'm in danger, do you?"
Fallen: “I AM the danger!”
He shrugged again, letting his eyes go back to the book, speaking so casually he seemed disinterested. "A pretty pony like you turns heads all the time.
Twilight: I’m not THAT attractive, am I?
Fallen: Tell me you’re not asking me. Not only am I taken, but you’re not even my species.
If there's a creep out there, I just hope he doesn't set his eyes on you."
Rarity: The only saving grace here is that Caramel is not exactly a “creep.”
It was rather a tasteless thing to bring up, but Twilight found herself blushing, and more than a bit worried at the suggestion. It only helped confirm her fears.
Fallen: There were, in fact, monsters under her bed.
Uncomfortably, the unicorn began to shift on the bed. "If it came to that," the young bookworm said, trying to hold her chin up, "I'd just have to defend myself."
Twilight: And I think I could handle myself. My magic is powerful enough.
"Do you know anything about self defense?" The brown-coated colt asked, barely bothering to look up.
"Well... I know OF it." Twilight explained, trying to sound confident. "Besides, I have my magic to protect me. If it came to that."
Twilight: And the story agrees.
Fallen: And thus, in one sentence, the logic of the chapter falls apart.
"That can be a tricky thing." Caramel murmured, flipping to the next page.
Rarity: The story does not even attempt to mask Caramel’s intent! How can there be any tension in the scene if we know precisely how it will play out?
"What's that mean?"
"Nothing. I was just worried about you. Forget it," he waved, passively, "I'm sure you'd be fine."
"I would!" Twilight insisted, stamping one hoof at the bedsheets.
Twilight: I’m not that indignant, am I?
Fallen: No you’re not. I’m starting to feel like I’m reading Rainbow’s chapter.
She caught herself, quickly, and covered her mouth on realizing Spike was still sleeping at this late hour. She felt foolish.
Fallen: Oh, right. Spike.
All: …
Twilight: Wait, SPIKE’S IN THE ROOM!
"If you're so sure of yourself," Caramel began, slowly closing the book on its mark, "show me what you've got."
Rarity: Again with the terminology this story is making me disgusted by.
"What? Caramel, I could never fight you."
"I'm not asking for a fight," the colt said, brushing his long brown mane away from his eyes. "I just want you to practice."
Fallen: “I challenge you to Mortal Kombat!”
"I'd hurt you." She said, lowering her head and slouching her shoulders. She knew her magic was powerful enough to cause trouble.
Twilight: EXACTLY!
"Tell you what: If things get too rough, either of us can just say stop, and then we'll stop. Right away. It's real simple. It can be our safe word."
Fallen: Yeah, I’m starting to hate this just as much as Rarity is.
The connotation went over Twilight's head, but it seemed reasonable. Still, she didn't want to show off needlessly, even if it meant proving her point, and the whole concept of this confrontation Caramel was setting up made her uneasy.
Twilight: I wonder why.
Caramel smiled, sitting up. "Come on, just think of it as a game."
Fallen: “The trap around your neck will snap shut and crush your skull in two minutes. The key is behind your left eye. Live or die, Twilight; make your choice.”
Twilight sighed, rolling her eyes a little. It was clear he wasn't going to drop the subject, so she might as well go ahead with it. "All right," the purple unicorn pony said, moving to stand off the bed, "but be careful I don't hurt you."
Rarity: I pray he’s as reckless as possible.
Suddenly she felt hooves on her hips, and before she could stand off the bed, she was dragged back and pushed onto her back on the silky sheets. The move caught her off-guard,
Fallen: and she blasted him right in the chest with her magic. The end.
and the young brown colt quickly moved up alongside her, shifting to put his weight into his movements. She didn't think he was going to start right here on the bed, but at least it meant less chance of injury.
Fallen: Unless he decked her in the face, but whatever.
"Come on. Pretend I'm assaulting you," he smiled, perhaps too enthusiastically, "and try to get me off."
Rarity: I loathe this author's choice of words.
Fallen: I say we take a break here and get some work done on security.
Twilight: Oh, great.
"I just can't believe something like this would happen right here in Ponyville!" The purple mare's tone was stark, shaken. "To my own friends."
Rarity: So now word has spread. That would be counterproductive, would it not?
They stood at the steps of the library, Twilight Sparkle and her friends. Spike stood beside her, his arms worriedly wrapped about her foreleg as he huddled in close. Four others stood in the front: Applejack, Big Mac, Fluttershy, and Rarity.
Fallen: Of COURSE the one who masterminded the rapes is there.
Twilight: Maybe she's keeping up appearances.
With all that had happened in the past few days, they'd come to Twilight for a solution.
"Twilight," Spike whispered insistently, squeezing her leg, "What's rape, anyway?" He didn't fully understand the situation, only that his friends had been hurt somehow.
Fallen: So Spike really doesn't know the ins and outs of sex? No pun intended.
Twilight: Not unless he got into any books about it, no. And even if he did find those, I'm sure he'd have had questions.
"It's something very bad, Spike. Something very, very bad that colts do to mares when they don't want them to."
Fallen: Double standard! Rape goes both ways, jackass!
She shook her head sternly, scolding the theoretical colts who weren't even there. Big Mac uncomfortably shifted the sprig of wheat in his mouth. "First Applejack, then Rarity, and now even Pinkie Pie."
Rarity: No mention of Fluttershy?
Twilight: Wait, I thought you were the one arranging all this. Why does it say you're one of the victims? Unless... oh, that's EVIL.
Fallen: Yep. Taking suspicion completely off of her.
"D'ya think that's related?" Applejack asked.
Fallen: Except there's still a way to connect them.
"Me an' Rarity were attacked by guards, but I heard this was just some colt."
"At least he's in jail, where he belongs." Rarity huffed.
Rarity: Why am I reacting like that? How could I not be concerned that someone who aided my plan was incarcerated for his participation? Am I truly so unfeeling as to treat him as a disposable pawn?
Mac hung his head a bit more and avoided the eyes of the other ponies, thankful they seemed content to speak mostly to each other.
Twilight nodded. "Ponyville hasn't had a case of rape in years, now there's been three in a week."
Fallen: The number's right, but the victim list is wrong.
"Maybe there's been more," Mac offered quietly, "but they're just too ashamed a'what's happened to come forward." He hung his head a little further, glancing sideways at Fluttershy, a guilty look on his face. The yellow pegasus looked away.
Rarity: I somewhat see that happening.
Twilight: But there were other victims! I guess she sees it as her burden to bear, but if anypony could comfort the others, it's somepony who went through the same thing!
But the brainy purple pony didn't notice the subtext. "Exactly. And anyway, there's got to be some connection. Pokey said he was drugged, and the tests confirmed it. There was some sort of purple herb mixed in with the punch at the party he'd just come from."
Fallen: Which SHOULD have kept track of what guests were there! Rarity would be foiled in a heartbeat if anypony linked her to that party! And if Fluttershy finally spoke up about HER rape, since it took place at Rarity's house, that would be the end of it! It's like Rarity said, any semblance of THOUGHT would make this story collapse on itself!
Twilight: ...I feel like I'm missing some important context.
"Yes, I read the report. When I heard what had happened, I remembered these. I thought maybe you could do something with them," Rarity responded, magically lifting a small bundle purple leaves from her satchel and offering them to the bookish Twilight.
Rarity: I kept them on my person!? How has that not raised suspicion!?
The other ponies all stared. "I bought these a week ago from a white pony. I didn't recognize the cutie mark,
Fallen: Oh, don't pretend you don't know what your own flank looks like.
and their face was hidden under some garish mask."
"That matches the description Pokey gave of the mystery pony at the party! I hope you didn't use these yourself, Rarity." Twilight responded, carefully taking the herbs for study.
Fallen: She can't put two and two together? I thought she was better at deductive reasoning than that!
Twilight: Making it this obvious to the readers makes the characters look like idiots!
"Only once, dear," the white unicorn responded, "I brewed the leaves into some tea the other day, but I was so distracted by my work I forgot about it, and I ended up throwing it out when it got cold." Mac perked up for a moment, hearing this. He turned to Rarity, listening.
Fallen: Looks like HE'S doing the fancy mathematics in his head.
"I shudder to think what would have happened if you had drank it!" Twilight responded, shivering visibly. Big Mac glanced at Fluttershy, who looked back at him. They said nothing, but there was some kind of communication there.
Rarity: You had been portraying Big Macintosh as the simpler type. You must realize what it says of all else present when he is the only one to make the connection!
Fallen: Actually, Fluttershy did too.
Rarity: ...point.
"Can you figure this out, Twi'?" Applejack asked, hopeful and urgent.
Twilight: I ALREADY DID.
"I'll do my best. I still think it would be best if I just wrote to Celestia about all this."
"Those were Royal Guards!" Rarity protested.
"If there's corruption in the ranks, all the more reason to tell Celestia!"
Twilight: I think Shining Armor has a good idea of what the ponies he recruits are like.
Fallen: Chrysalis.
Twilight: ...alright, true.
"I agree with Rarity for once. Those were ROYAL guards, after all, and that could mean some pretty bad things. Until we know who we can trust, we should hold off for a while longer." Applejack nodded firmly.
Fallen: You evil, scheming little bitch, you.
Rarity: That was directed towards me in the story, correct? Because I am inclined to agree with you.
Twilight sighed, reluctantly going along with the plan. She knew Celestia would have the solution, but she had to consider the concerns and the safety of her friends. "All right. But in two days if we still don't have any answers, I'm going straight to Celestia."
Twilight: Why wait? Just do it! If somepony was targeting the bearers of the Elements of Harmony, I wouldn't hesitate for a second!
"I understand, dear." Rarity nodded.
Two days.
So now she had a deadline.
Fallen: Or she could, you know, STOP.
Hours passed as Twilight labored over the herbal leaves, cross-referencing every botanical guide she had in the library to pinpoint their origin. She studied their cellular structure under a microscope, ran chemical tests and cultivated culture dishes to see what molds would grow on them.
Fallen: NOW Twilight's acting like Twilight.
Spike retired to his bed almost unnoticed, and Twilight pored over what little she had to go on. If this herb could give them some sort of lead, she had to unravel its mysteries. Its origin might be traced, its effects might be explained, and perhaps it would be the first step towards understanding what was happening. It was on Twilight now, to figure out why her friends had been hurt. Rarity, Applejack, Pinkie Pie.
Fallen: We know who she thinks was hurt. Stop reminding us of how wrong she is.
As she considered it, a strange realization dawned on her. The three girls were all part of her close circle of friends. There weren't any other reports that she knew of, so it was just them. Was it a coincidence? Or was someone targeting them specifically? And if so, why?
Rarity: No, yes, and because we would not have a story otherwise.
She sat up from her desk, and her heart skipped a beat. What if it was her? What if she was the center of it? What if whoever was doing this was doing it because of who she was, who she knew?
Twilight: That's... uncharacteristically narcissistic.
Celestia's own most recognized pupil. What if this was some form of political terrorism? That would mean it was her fault. It would mean she dragged the other girls into this.
Rarity: Or it was centered around another of your friends.
Fallen: Namely the one who had the drug on her that Pokey had in his system.
The purple unicorn pony jumped up, and began pacing around the dim study, lit only by a single candle now. It couldn't be. She shook her head. No one would do something like that.
Fallen: Hey, just because it’s never happened doesn’t mean it never will.
But if this really did have something to do with her, all the more reason it was important to understand.
Twilight: It’s only TANGENTIALLY related to me!
A knock on the door gave the studious young mare a start, and she stood for a long moment just staring across the darkened library. Stars glinted in the deep dark sky and blackness swelled outside the windows. She made no noise, dared not move.
Fallen: When she plays Red Light Green Light, she plays for keeps.
Her imagination was running away with her. What if she were to open the door and find a gang of Royal Guards, of those powerful white stallions now come for her? Could she be next? Could she resist them, even with her magic?
Twilight: Yes. I think I probably could. A force field spell would be all I’d need.
Or would they take her, as they'd taken her friends? Her mind raced, horrible images filled her head. She saw herself bent over her desk, mounted rudely by one of the oversized stallions. She imagined being pinned beneath the barrel-chested males, struggling weakly.
Fallen: Your sexual fantasies scare me.
Twilight: Do you ever get sick of reading perversion into everything?
She envisioned the indignities and lewd depravity she might suffer, all in the flash of a few seconds. She found herself in a cold sweat. She swallowed deeply, nervously, and tried not to make a sound.
Rarity: That gulp was probably audible.
She just stared at the door, wondering if perhaps she'd only imagined it. Her heart pounded in her ears.
Another knock.
Fallen: Answer the goddamn door already!
She hadn't imagined it. The purple unicorn pony bit her lip, glancing around. She was afraid now. She whispered, hushed.
Twilight: Am I really that paranoid?
Fallen: Not usually...?
"Spike. Spike!" She strained under her breath. But he was in bed, at the opposite side of the library. She was stranded there in that pool of flickering candlelight. Trapped. The library had no back exit.
Rarity: But there are windows. And I’m certain Twilight can teleport if need be.
Twilight: Hey, that’s a good point! I probably could’ve teleported out of ALL of this!
Fallen: But you won't. You love us too much.
Maybe they'd go away. Or break the door down.
Yet another knock.
Fallen: "Penny?"
Shaking, quivering in fear and beginning to sweat visibly, the young purple mare slowly paced towards the door. She didn't know what she was going to do,
Twilight: ...answer it?
only that there was no way out now. She took a deep breath, then opened the door onto the dark night.
"Hey Twilight!"
Fallen: "Did you know there's a book named after you? It's about vampires and it SUCKS!"
Twilight: Wait, there's a what about WHAT?
The unicorn nearly fell over backwards in her relief. She slumped down to the floor, sitting on her haunches, and sighed a long, shaky sigh. "Oh, Caramel. You scared the bits out of me."
Rarity: I have never once heard anypony use that phrase before.
A small-framed and rather unimpressive brown colt stood on the library's front step, and he looked about strangely, surveying the town, all settled down for the night. "...Sorry?" was all he offered, more in confusion than apology.
Twilight: "Why were you afraid of a knock on your door during a rape scare? It makes no sense!"
She opened her mouth, but realizing the sensitive nature of her misconception, merely waved a hoof in dismissal rather than explain what had scared her. "Nevermind. What can I help you with?" she asked politely, feeling a little sheepish she'd let her imagination carry her away.
Rarity: Her fears were for naught, however, as her imagination was quite quite the chivalrous gentlecolt.
"Well, you didn't show up tonight. I just wanted to see if you were okay."
Fallen: Caramel is serious about his rape schedule.
Twilight: It's Caramel that does it?
Fallen: Afraid so.
She slapped her forehead with her hoof. "Oh, I forgot about your tutoring! Caramel, I'm so sorry! I was working on something, and I guess I just lost track of time."
Rarity: Well, there must be a time travel spell.
Twilight: NEVER AGAIN.
"Well, I mean, not to rush you or anything," he continued, shuffling awkwardly on the step, "but I have to know this stuff by the weekend."
Fallen: What "stuff?" What are you even doing there?
"We'll practice soon," she nodded, moving to close the door. But the door was struck, and Caramel held it open with one hoof. Twilight startled, slightly.
"How about now?" He smiled.
Fallen: That's not suspicious at all.
The purple pony slumped her shoulders. "It's really late..."
"And I stayed up waiting for you. Can't we at least get a little work done?" He pressed.
Rarity: That is on a lengthy list of words I would rather not see in this story in any context.
"Caramel..."
"C'mon, Twilight! No one knows the material like you do!"
Fallen: What material? What the hell is your cover story for this!?
She was never much one for flattery, and hardly knew how to take a compliment, but Caramel's adoration seemed earnest and friendly. It was hard to turn away the colt on her doorstep, so with a soft smile, she rolled her eyes and stepped aside, letting him in.
Fallen: He's probably going to take that as consent.
The door shut behind the two. "We'll have to study in my bedroom," Twilight whispered, "since Spike's asleep." The colt nodded, and together they snuck off to her private room. He watched her silhouetted hips sway as she paced through the darkened library, and a subtle smile crossed his face.
Twilight: I don't like where this is going.
Rarity: The other girls didn't either, darling.
"Excuse the mess." Of course, there was no mess. Between Twilight Sparkle's obsessive cleanliness and Spike's constant tidying behind her occasional driven outbursts, the library was almost always immaculate. But her self-consciousness demanded an apology all the same,
Twilight: For being too clean? Are you SURE this is supposed to be me?
and she felt some small blush rise to her cheeks as she welcomed the colt into her room, secretly, like they were young lovers sneaking under the noses of worried parents. It felt strangely illicit, and to a straightlaced young filly like Twilight, very out of the ordinary.
Rarity: This author handles foreshadowing with the subtlety of flashing neon lights.
Still, she had nothing to hide here, no frilly undergarments left lying about in plain sight (not that she owned any), and her romance novels, all more tepid than torrid, were neatly stacked away on the shelves where they would not stand out.
Fallen: Other than every single one being paperbacks and getting shelved with all the hardcovers.
And there were certainly no aids or toys by the side of her neatly-made bed, for she owned nothing of the type. She had lived a sheltered life, an ivory tower intellect, and though she read enough books on more mature subjects, her book-smarts were all she had to go on.
Fallen: And rubbing up against a book just isn’t the- (smacked by Twilight)
Feeling her mind drifting to these odd subjects, she shook her head reflexively, and let her dark, streaked mane fall behind her as she settled in on the bed.
Rarity: I genuinely wish some of these stories would not bother with descriptive language.
Without asking permission, Caramel climbed up beside her onto the lush bedsheets, its starry decor spread out beneath them.
Rarity: Oh dear...
Twilight said nothing at first, but with her magic, floated a book off the nearby shelf and placed it out before them, flipping through to the page she had marked from days before.
Rarity: Oh, thank goodness. For a moment I was afraid something was actually happening.
Twilight: Something is. It's just not anything too engaging.
Caramel, on the other hand, was far more interested in his study partner than his studies, and his lingering eyes continued to fall to Twilight as she lay beside him, both lined up to read from the book.
Fallen: If this is her idea of foreplay, there is no hope for her.
"Okay," she whispered softly, "now last time, we were talking about the history of Equestrian economics. As you can see from the influence of the Canterlot market..."
Fallen: That's your game plan? Bore him to death?
Twilight: What, the Equestrian economy isn't interesting to you?
Fallen: Is it as bad as the American one?
The lesson began to slowly drag on into the night, and an already tired Twilight Sparkle, worn from her investigation, began to yawn every page or so. It didn't escape Caramel's notice.
"Getting tired, Twilight?" he asked in what certainly seemed a friendly tone.
Fallen: Don't act like you're not going in the same direction as every other chapter.
"Oh," she smiled almost apologetically, "I've just been working on something all night."
She turned her attention back to the book, but Caramel looked at her with interest. "What?"
Rarity: I'm quite sure she didn't stutter.
"Oh, just..." she didn't know how to explain it, or how much she could afford to make known.
Twilight: Where's the risk in telling somepony that you’re concerned because most of your friends were sexually violated?
She hesitated, her weary mind weighing the options.
"Is it about the sex crimes going on?" the brown colt asked, without consideration.
The studious young unicorn tilted her head. "How do you know about that?"
Fallen: Uh... Elements of Harmony. You're not exactly low-profile.
"Word gets around," he shrugged back. "Real awful stuff, isn't it?" He looked so sympathetic, so concerned.
"Yes," she said quietly. "It is awful."
Fallen: Way to sound concerned, Twi.
Her mind began to wander again, perhaps spurred on by the secretive situation she found herself in. It was in no way seedy, and yet it felt strangely intimate.
Rarity: Another word I would rather not see.
Twilight: I'd mind more if I were invested in what's happening.
It had only just dawned on her that she was lying in bed beside a boy, and the conversation was again shifting to a topic Twilight had already had her imagination run away with.
Fallen: Does your mind stray into the gutter often, Twilight?
Twilight: Did you pick on the other girls this much?
Fallen: A bit, but you’re more fun.
She would have felt concern, except for the colt's identity. Caramel never seemed very interested in romantic pursuits, and in the few months that she'd known him he'd never had a girlfriend or conquest to speak of.
Rarity: Or that he WOULD speak of.
Fallen: Wait, did you-
Rarity: No, never.
He remained a perfect platonic friend, always earnest and interested, but never pushy. He was, in a word, nonthreatening.
Fallen: Oh, but those are the ones you need to watch out for.
Rarity: None of us are threatening to you, are we?
Fallen: No, and that’s why I’m always wary of all of you.
It made her feel a little better, with all the fears that had been circling her head.
"Plus," he shrugged, speaking quietly, "you must be afraid."
Twilight: Only because I know what’s coming.
Twilight snapped back to reality once more, glancing over the book's musty pages to Caramel. "Afraid? Afraid of what?"
"Well... I mean, with everything that's going on..."
Fallen: For the love of- pattern recognition! It’s all your friends! You should be worried about yourself too!
The unicorn hesitated, once again considering the possibility, but refusing to admit it. "Come on, Caramel. You don't think I'm in danger, do you?"
Fallen: “I AM the danger!”
He shrugged again, letting his eyes go back to the book, speaking so casually he seemed disinterested. "A pretty pony like you turns heads all the time.
Twilight: I’m not THAT attractive, am I?
Fallen: Tell me you’re not asking me. Not only am I taken, but you’re not even my species.
If there's a creep out there, I just hope he doesn't set his eyes on you."
Rarity: The only saving grace here is that Caramel is not exactly a “creep.”
It was rather a tasteless thing to bring up, but Twilight found herself blushing, and more than a bit worried at the suggestion. It only helped confirm her fears.
Fallen: There were, in fact, monsters under her bed.
Uncomfortably, the unicorn began to shift on the bed. "If it came to that," the young bookworm said, trying to hold her chin up, "I'd just have to defend myself."
Twilight: And I think I could handle myself. My magic is powerful enough.
"Do you know anything about self defense?" The brown-coated colt asked, barely bothering to look up.
"Well... I know OF it." Twilight explained, trying to sound confident. "Besides, I have my magic to protect me. If it came to that."
Twilight: And the story agrees.
Fallen: And thus, in one sentence, the logic of the chapter falls apart.
"That can be a tricky thing." Caramel murmured, flipping to the next page.
Rarity: The story does not even attempt to mask Caramel’s intent! How can there be any tension in the scene if we know precisely how it will play out?
"What's that mean?"
"Nothing. I was just worried about you. Forget it," he waved, passively, "I'm sure you'd be fine."
"I would!" Twilight insisted, stamping one hoof at the bedsheets.
Twilight: I’m not that indignant, am I?
Fallen: No you’re not. I’m starting to feel like I’m reading Rainbow’s chapter.
She caught herself, quickly, and covered her mouth on realizing Spike was still sleeping at this late hour. She felt foolish.
Fallen: Oh, right. Spike.
All: …
Twilight: Wait, SPIKE’S IN THE ROOM!
"If you're so sure of yourself," Caramel began, slowly closing the book on its mark, "show me what you've got."
Rarity: Again with the terminology this story is making me disgusted by.
"What? Caramel, I could never fight you."
"I'm not asking for a fight," the colt said, brushing his long brown mane away from his eyes. "I just want you to practice."
Fallen: “I challenge you to Mortal Kombat!”
"I'd hurt you." She said, lowering her head and slouching her shoulders. She knew her magic was powerful enough to cause trouble.
Twilight: EXACTLY!
"Tell you what: If things get too rough, either of us can just say stop, and then we'll stop. Right away. It's real simple. It can be our safe word."
Fallen: Yeah, I’m starting to hate this just as much as Rarity is.
The connotation went over Twilight's head, but it seemed reasonable. Still, she didn't want to show off needlessly, even if it meant proving her point, and the whole concept of this confrontation Caramel was setting up made her uneasy.
Twilight: I wonder why.
Caramel smiled, sitting up. "Come on, just think of it as a game."
Fallen: “The trap around your neck will snap shut and crush your skull in two minutes. The key is behind your left eye. Live or die, Twilight; make your choice.”
Twilight sighed, rolling her eyes a little. It was clear he wasn't going to drop the subject, so she might as well go ahead with it. "All right," the purple unicorn pony said, moving to stand off the bed, "but be careful I don't hurt you."
Rarity: I pray he’s as reckless as possible.
Suddenly she felt hooves on her hips, and before she could stand off the bed, she was dragged back and pushed onto her back on the silky sheets. The move caught her off-guard,
Fallen: and she blasted him right in the chest with her magic. The end.
and the young brown colt quickly moved up alongside her, shifting to put his weight into his movements. She didn't think he was going to start right here on the bed, but at least it meant less chance of injury.
Fallen: Unless he decked her in the face, but whatever.
"Come on. Pretend I'm assaulting you," he smiled, perhaps too enthusiastically, "and try to get me off."
Rarity: I loathe this author's choice of words.
Fallen: I say we take a break here and get some work done on security.
Fallen: Alright, so I need this defense system online as soon as possible. Hopefully before you leave after this chapter. Here’s the blueprints.
Twilight: That sounds manageable. It doesn’t look terribly complex. I do feel bad about having to leave when this chapter is through, though. Are you two sure you’ll be fine?
Rarity: I’ve lasted this long in his company. One last chapter should not be an issue.
Twilight: Just making sure. Wow, so many wires, and so few even do anything... Who’s been through here before me, anyway? Basically whoever the chapter was about at the time?
Fallen: Yeah. Fluttershy was the first. She didn’t take it well at all. We had to comfort her before the rape even started.
Rarity: I had to comfort her. But she did help ease the tension that was building between Fallen and myself.
Twilight: She IS a pretty good mediator... oops, that looked important. I can fix that...
Fallen: Don’t break it.
Twilight: That’s the opposite of what I’m here for. Anyway, next was...
Rarity: Applejack. She was faring quite well at the start, but...
Fallen: We ended up talking to your brother to set her mind at ease, and she STILL left here pissed.
Twilight: You spoke to Shining Armor? I should have been there! I haven’t heard much from him since - no, that goes over HERE - since the wedding. How did you manage that, anyway?
Pinkie: (from TV) I helped!
Fallen: I don’t know how, but then again, I never do. And Pinkie ended up being in here last chapter.
Rarity: The poor dear... how can I put it delicately... went flat on us partway through.
Fallen: That was about as delicate as adamantium.
Twilight: Is that even a real thing? Oh, this is where you’re supposed to load it...
Fallen: Thanks for showing that, once again, you aren’t in tune with my pop culture.
Twilight: And by “went flat,” you mean...
Fallen: She was PISSED at the story. But she said it made it easier and more fun, and I think she still did a great job.
Pinkie: Aw, thanks! Do you think I should do it more often?
Rarity: I’d prefer not. It’s difficult seeing you in such an emotional state, justified though it was.
Fallen: Why don’t you like fun?
Twilight: Switch this around with that, and... wait, this is the FOURTH chapter, right?
Rarity: Yes.
Twilight: And if I’m here, and you’re not meant to be a victim of your own scheme, then-
Dash: (from TV) I know. I’m not looking forward to going over there, but I’m not gonna have a choice.
Fallen: Come on. Fluttershy had to take Big Mac, AJ was assaulted by the Royal Guard, and Pinkie’s happened on her birthday. How could yours be worse?
Dash: Wonderbolts.
Fallen: ...point.
Twilight: At any rate, you’re all set here. These cannons are ready to go!
Fallen: Thanks a ton, Twilight.
Twilight: It’s my pleasure. Just be sure to clean it out every once in a while. The rust will build up otherwise.
Fallen: Yeah, yeah, I know.
Twilight: I can’t imagine how you can make this work, but-
Fallen: I did once, after the poor sap plugged it in. I have no clue how it broke after that, but I don’t really care.
Pinkie: Well, if you’re all done over there...
(Buzzer sounds.)
All: We’ve got story sign!
Twilight: That sounds manageable. It doesn’t look terribly complex. I do feel bad about having to leave when this chapter is through, though. Are you two sure you’ll be fine?
Rarity: I’ve lasted this long in his company. One last chapter should not be an issue.
Twilight: Just making sure. Wow, so many wires, and so few even do anything... Who’s been through here before me, anyway? Basically whoever the chapter was about at the time?
Fallen: Yeah. Fluttershy was the first. She didn’t take it well at all. We had to comfort her before the rape even started.
Rarity: I had to comfort her. But she did help ease the tension that was building between Fallen and myself.
Twilight: She IS a pretty good mediator... oops, that looked important. I can fix that...
Fallen: Don’t break it.
Twilight: That’s the opposite of what I’m here for. Anyway, next was...
Rarity: Applejack. She was faring quite well at the start, but...
Fallen: We ended up talking to your brother to set her mind at ease, and she STILL left here pissed.
Twilight: You spoke to Shining Armor? I should have been there! I haven’t heard much from him since - no, that goes over HERE - since the wedding. How did you manage that, anyway?
Pinkie: (from TV) I helped!
Fallen: I don’t know how, but then again, I never do. And Pinkie ended up being in here last chapter.
Rarity: The poor dear... how can I put it delicately... went flat on us partway through.
Fallen: That was about as delicate as adamantium.
Twilight: Is that even a real thing? Oh, this is where you’re supposed to load it...
Fallen: Thanks for showing that, once again, you aren’t in tune with my pop culture.
Twilight: And by “went flat,” you mean...
Fallen: She was PISSED at the story. But she said it made it easier and more fun, and I think she still did a great job.
Pinkie: Aw, thanks! Do you think I should do it more often?
Rarity: I’d prefer not. It’s difficult seeing you in such an emotional state, justified though it was.
Fallen: Why don’t you like fun?
Twilight: Switch this around with that, and... wait, this is the FOURTH chapter, right?
Rarity: Yes.
Twilight: And if I’m here, and you’re not meant to be a victim of your own scheme, then-
Dash: (from TV) I know. I’m not looking forward to going over there, but I’m not gonna have a choice.
Fallen: Come on. Fluttershy had to take Big Mac, AJ was assaulted by the Royal Guard, and Pinkie’s happened on her birthday. How could yours be worse?
Dash: Wonderbolts.
Fallen: ...point.
Twilight: At any rate, you’re all set here. These cannons are ready to go!
Fallen: Thanks a ton, Twilight.
Twilight: It’s my pleasure. Just be sure to clean it out every once in a while. The rust will build up otherwise.
Fallen: Yeah, yeah, I know.
Twilight: I can’t imagine how you can make this work, but-
Fallen: I did once, after the poor sap plugged it in. I have no clue how it broke after that, but I don’t really care.
Pinkie: Well, if you’re all done over there...
(Buzzer sounds.)
All: We’ve got story sign!
Twilight Sparkle had never wrestled anyone before. For most of her life she was merely an egghead, a shut-in, and she didn't have much physical power to rely on.
Twilight: Because I know offensive and defensive magic! I don’t need physical strength!
So when Caramel started to move over her, pinning her shoulders down with his front hooves, she focused on her inner strength instead. Her horn began to glow, her magical powers coalescing around it.
Twilight: See? The story still agrees with me!
Fallen: It’s cute how the story still thinks it can work.
A hoof moved down her side, tracing over her hips. It made her jump slightly, and she looked up to Caramel to see the young colt smiling broadly. The magical glow dissipated, and Twilight gasped.
Twilight: Wh- I should be striking even HARDER! Accidentally using stronger magic than I meant to!
The colt's hoof moved down to her leg, and beneath a hot blush, she tried to focus again. Once more her horn began to glow, and a telekinetic field grew around Caramel.
Fallen: The next day, there was a Caramel-shaped hole through the wall and a stallion in intensive care.
He pushed at her thigh, and spread her legs just a bit there on the bed. Instantly the field disappeared, and Twilight instinctively pulled back from his touch. He pressed on, encouraged by the reaction, forcing her hind legs apart even more. He was stronger than she had suspected - or perhaps she was simply weaker than she realized.
Rarity: Or neither, and the story is simply making excuses for itself.
She tried to focus, to channel her magic again, but the eager colt
Twilight: Why is it referring to him as a colt?
Fallen: Because the author either can’t properly differentiate between colts and stallions or wanted to write a foalcon story at first.
knelt down over her, nuzzling over her shoulder, breathing hotly on her neck. He pressed his body close to hers, and she felt his hind leg plant between her thighs, keeping her spread there, on her back. Tussled among the dark, starry sheets, he climbed on top of her, kissing rudely at her neck.
Twilight: I’m starting to feel a little personally violated.
Rarity: You’re all beginning to sound like broken records now.
His long brown mane fell across her face as he leaned forward, nibbled at her ear. He was playing the part rather well. Too well.
Fallen: Why isn’t she panicking yet, then?
Twilight was panicking.
Fallen: Oh, shut up.
She squirmed helplessly underneath the colt who was no larger than she, and he moved his hooves across her bare body,
Fallen: Because she’s normally clothed.
feeling along her curves, groaning lustily in her ear. She tried to focus. She couldn't. His touch moved up her leg, closer and closer. Too much was going on.
Twilight: So now a brush along the length of my leg is too much to process?
She couldn't concentrate. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead. Her blush rose, hotter, redder. He moved across her thighs now. Closer. Over her inner thighs. She was frantic.
"Caramel, stop it!" she yelped.
Rarity: That never once worked for the other three. Why would it-
Instantly, he was off of her.
Rarity: At some point, we should all learn never to talk. It’s done us no good thus far.
She found herself lying on her back there on the bed, trying to catch her breath. Caramel sat beside her on the ruffled sheets, looking at her with a cocky smile as her chest rose and fell. He'd moved to a much more respectful distance.
Twilight: If he’s still on the property, it’s not enough.
"See, I told you. You aren't ready. Even with your magic, you have to be careful."
Fallen: That’s the thing. She’s normally TOO careful.
Twilight: There’s no such thing as-
Fallen: Want me to list the times you ruined that theory?
Twilight looked at him for a long time. She wore a stunned expression. Everything that had just happened swam around in her heady thoughts, and her heart was pounding so loud it echoed in her ears.
Rarity: Her head is FAR from being empty enough for that.
For a moment she had been truly afraid, all but forgetting where she was. The safety of her own room. And not with a rapist.
Fallen: Seriously, story? Stop toying with us already!
A friend. Finally, she sighed, going flat on the bedsheets and wiping her forehead. "You kind of scared me," she admitted, sheepish. "For a second, it almost seemed like... I mean, your eyes were..."
Fallen: “I know, right? I actually majored in theater!”
she glanced to him, and he had that same wide smile. He raised a brow suggestively, and she just trailed off.
She sat up a little, looking at the young colt, and that strange expression.
He just grinned at her.
Rarity: She MUST see that he was enjoying himself far too much.
Fallen: Check between his legs and you’ll know if he was being serious.
"You liked that, didn't you?" he finally asked, in a tone that sounded like it didn't even need an answer.
Fallen: And so it begins...
"What are you talking about?" she deflected.
"Look at you," Caramel smiled, scooting closer to her. She retreated slightly in response. "You're blushing like a school-filly. And you're sweating."
Rarity: Did the story not just explain her terror? That should provide a feasible explanation.
"...I was exerting myself, so of course I'm flushed."
"Don't lie."
Twilight: ...but I DID exert myself.
He whispered, edging even closer over the sheets. Twilight glanced about, uncomfortably, subconsciously looking for Spike.
Fallen: Why the hell are they doing this in the room with the sleeping baby dragon anyway? I know how it started, but why would they let it escalate from there?
"You liked it. You wanted it."
Twilight turned redder than ever. Her heart beat faster, her hooves traced nervously over the bedspread, and her tail flicked from one side to the other, unconsciously. She felt hot all over. In some places more than others. "I don't want to be raped."
Fallen: That’s the fucking point. If she wanted it, it wouldn’t be rape.
She said firmly, though her eyes were locked on the sheets, instead of the colt.
"Of course you don't," Caramel agreed, putting his hoof near hers. "But you liked the feeling... and if you could enjoy it, safely, without any real danger, with someone you could trust..."
Rarity: You just ceased fulfilling that role, dear.
Caramel put his hoof on hers, firmly now. He leaned in closer, and the two ponies were face to face. Twilight swallowed nervously, feeling sweat starting to form on her forehead again.
Rarity: Precisely as I said! The sweat could have been attributed to her fear!
Even the naive unicorn knew what he was getting at. Between shallow breaths, she said, "Caramel, I... I just don't feel that way about you. I'm sorry."
Twilight: If this were actually Caramel, I think that would be enough.
Rarity: But of course, nopony behaves as they should in this story.
He didn't seem hurt. In fact, he just smiled. "But you know you can trust me. You know it's safe. And you know you want more." He leaned forward, rubbed against her neck. Twilight shivered. "You've never had it before, have you?"
Rarity: Not relevant to the situation at all!
"Caramel," she said softly, almost whispering, "I don't -- we shouldn't."
"Yes we should," he grinned back, getting even closer.
Fallen: Note to the author: peer pressure is not consent.
He was pressing against her now, easing her onto her back again. She didn't resist, her body moving along with his guiding motions. Her expression was one of heady confusion, and of reluctant, flushed excitement.
Twilight: WHAT!?
Fallen: No. Someone as rational as Twilight shouldn’t get overwhelmed emotionally like that. I’d suspect it of anyone else before her.
Rarity: Applejack is rather level-headed.
Fallen: Okay, then I’ll just group them both into that statement. But still, REALLY?
She'd never felt like this before. The unicorn pony instinctively pushed the sheets away, feeling sweltering hot as it was. Caramel just smiled, moving around and straddling the purple filly.
Fallen: The more you say “filly” and “colt,” the more convinced I am of my foalcon theory.
"We've done enough studying. Let's have some fun." He smiled, nipping at her neck.
She knew she should stop him here. She knew it was a bad idea. She had never even thought of him this way. But her thoughts were so clouded by excitement.
Fallen: Still calling bullshit.
Her head felt heavy. Her mind was in a soupy fog and she could barely hear anything over her racing heartbeat. Her hips seemed to quiver, her tail twitched. She couldn't lie still. She wanted to say no. But she just couldn't.
Rarity: And just why not? Was she drugged as well? Was it something transmitted from Caramel’s saliva?
Twilight: You give the story too much credit.
The unicorn pony bit her lip and let him continue. He kissed down her neck, and down onto her chest. She said nothing.
Twilight: Not even “get off me and get out of my house?”
He traced his mouth over her, casting hot breath across her reclining figure, and his hooves moved over her curves. She was tense, but every touch relaxed her more. Hesitantly, she sat up just enough to kiss Caramel's ear.
Fallen: Why the hell are you encouraging him?
Spurred on, he moaned against her chest, pulled up, and pressed himself closer against her.
Rarity: Congratulations. You’ve made it harder on yourself.
Twilight Sparkle lay back, staring into the darkness above her. Heat rose off her body, a palpable wave. Her tutoring student was on top of her, chest to sweaty chest, kissing up and down her neck. In a way, it seemed so unreal.
Twilight: The fact that none of this should actually be happening and never reasonably would isn’t helping matters.
She'd thought about this sort of thing often. Daydreams had a way of drifting to boys, especially after an afternoon's study was occasionally seasoned with some trashy bodice-ripper story or pulp novel. But nothing she'd read had really given her a taste of the actual experience. It was like she had always imagined, only much, much moreso.
Fallen: I want to stop talking about your fantasies, Twi, but the story won’t let me.
They'd never mentioned the heat.
Twilight: And why wouldn’t they? Isn’t the heat indicative of fertility in mammals? I mean, we’ve basically evolved past that, but it should stand to reason that arousal would generate some sort of heat!
She felt hot enough to go jump in a lake. But she couldn't move from her spot there on the bed, pinned beneath the eager young colt. But for all the heat, she was frozen in place, barely able to even glance down and watch Caramel's swishing mane
Rarity: I have noticed a slight trend of exaggerated mane lengths in these stories.
as he worked his mouth across her body. He bit playfully, gently, and she inhaled sharply, drawing in hot air.
Fallen: When did she turn into a balloon?
Twilight reached up weakly and draped her front hooves around Caramel's shoulders, encouraging him on in spite of herself. She hadn't expected this at all. Especially not from him.
Rarity: Would you rather he skip to third base right away?
And she knew, not that deep down, that she shouldn't be doing this. But wrapped up together like that, the sensation drove her on. She wanted to explore it, at least a little longer.
Fallen: Can’t you take care of it yourself? Kick him out, be quiet so you don’t wake up Spike-
Twilight: Will you just stop talking?
A strange sensation made her startle, and she looked down to see the eager young colt nosing down between her legs. She felt his warm breath against her inner thighs.
Twilight: WHOA! Slow down, story!
Rarity: You do realize you just asked for it to be longer, do you not?
Twilight: ...I take it back.
So warm, so intimate. Her eyes closed heavily, and she moaned as quietly as she could. It was surreal. Unbelievable.
Rarity: Non-consensual.
Fallen: Out of character.
Twilight: Logically improbable.
But this was really happening, she thought. She couldn't think of much else. She didn't consider what it might lead to, or what would come next. All common sense went out the window. All she could think about was his body against hers.
Twilight: And how much I wished it wasn’t.
He went lower, deeper. She gasped, and sat up to see, propped up on her arms. "Caramel-!" she said, weakly.
"Don't worry, I'll be gentle."
Fallen: There’s only so much gentility you can act with when you’re using a dildo with sandpaper glued onto it.
Twilight: Did you really just-
Fallen: Get over it.
He was. He kissed her softly, where she'd never been kissed before. She felt like melting back onto the bed. Enveloped by the heat, shuddering from the overwhelming and sexual sensation.
Twilight: I don’t want to live on this planet anymore.
Fallen: The feeling is mutual.
He stuck out his tongue, licking gently up and down her lips, and she collapsed backwards with a shaky moan. It felt so dirty.
Twilight: How much of that has to do with all the bacteria in the equine mouth?
Nothing like this was in any of her books. But it made her head swim. Her vision started to creep in at the edges. She couldn't quite focus her eyes. She was lost, awash in a sea of pleasures she had only dreamed about.
Rarity: Goodness, there are so many aquatic metaphors!
Fallen: Almost makes me want to drown something.
The colt pinned her firmly about her hips and pressed in more insistently, licking up and down her cute little slit, kissing, teasing. He pushed his tongue forward, parting her lips, tasting her intimately.
Twilight: And I could die happy without ever knowing what I taste like.
She was sweet, clean, fresh. She moaned again, and instinctively spread her legs out wider for him. "Y-yes," she urged, panting desperately.
Rarity: Wow.
Fallen: She actually wants it. That’s a first.
The sensation was new, but the feelings it invoked were familiar. Her heart quickened, and her legs tensed. The bookish pony let out a shameless moan and arched her back up off the bed, as waves of pleasure washed over her, breaking and rolling back, in a tide of wild heat.
Fallen: Use a Water-type! It’ll be super-effective!
"I'm close," she breathed out, weakly. "Caramel, yes. I'm so close."
Fallen: If she never came before now, how would she know?
He moved his tongue in deeper, wet and warm, and she tensed up. Her mind nearly blanked. There was just him, and her, and the bed. The rest of the world just fell away.
Twilight: My first time will collapse the planet. Remind me to never have sex.
He flicked his tongue across her clit and she nearly bucked him. Her legs twitching reflexively, then her eyes snapped wide open. She shook all over, and the most powerful orgasm of her life
Rarity: by merit of it being the first orgasm of her life
all but exploded inside her. She stayed like that, tensed and raised, damp with perspiration and quivering from excitement, until at last it passed and she collapses with a heavily, spent sigh back onto the bed.
Twilight: Was that just-
Fallen: Oh my god, a tense shift. You were doing SO well, story!
Caramel moved up, quickly. The brown colt planted his hooves on either side of her shoulders, leaving them face to face. He shifted atop her, moving her legs with his knees, spreading her out on her own messy bed.
Fallen: Which is about to get a whole lot messier...
Twilight was panting, and a creeping sense of apprehension started to come over her. But she couldn't put her hoof on it exactly, until she felt something hard and hot and slick press against her belly.
Twilight: GAH! Get it away!
She looked down between their sweating bodies, where Caramel's anxious cock was poised eagerly. It was pointed right at her.
Fallen: It was fully loaded, finger was on the trigger...
She gulped in trepidation. She knew they were supposed to be hard like this. It was one of the facts her clinical books had prepared her for well. But she hadn't expected it to be wet already.
Rarity: What book would warn of one but not the other?
The whole underside was slick as it stroked lustily against her. It was strange and incredible, and for as dirty and even gross as it seemed to her, she wanted to explore that huge, throbbing thing.
Twilight: This writer doesn’t know me at all. It’s almost insulting.
In truth, the young colt wasn't particularly well-hung, perhaps even a little below average, but Twilight had only seen diagrams in books. She hadn't considered the scale,
Twilight: Why do I doubt that?
and seeing it like this, in person, stroking back and forth against her belly, it was certainly larger than she'd anticipated.
"I... didn't realize they were so big," she whispered, merely thinking out loud.
Rarity: I’m sure Caramel does not appreciate being patronized.
Her face had turned a deep shade of red.
Caramel grinned in response, nipping at her neck. He clearly appreciated the comment, but Twilight hadn't meant it as a compliment.
Fallen: I was about to say that she KNOWS how to keep her thoughts in her head, but she had a hell of a time keeping secrets...
He shifted above the purple pony, and pressed his body to hers. She was just getting worried.
Twilight: Which I can’t really be blamed for.
Her mind was lingering on that intimidating sight, rolling over and over the idea of that perfect symbol of maleness
Rarity: I only give it a seven of ten.
Fallen: This one sucks. The rest of the series was way better.
that lingered so close to her, when suddenly she felt it begin to poke between her legs like a curious thing. She felt the end of it, hot and slick, nudging against her thighs, stroking up towards her most sensitive little spot.
Rarity: That is only marginally better than “virgin slit” or “vulnerable little hole.”
With her legs spread out like this, she was totally accessible to the young brown colt that had her pinned here, on her own bed. When she felt his cock stroke against her soft lips, she froze.
Fallen: And his dick stuck to her lips like a tongue to a flagpole.
Twilight: FALLEN!
Fallen: And that’s one more successfully met offense quota.
Twilight didn't even fidget, just stared wide-eyed at Caramel as the realization of her situation dawned on her more fully.
"What do you think you're doing?" She asked, still mostly out of breath.
Fallen: “Raping you. What’s it look like?”
"Relax," he whispered back, kissing along her neck, "You'll love it."
"Caramel, wait," she insisted. "I... don't want to go all the way. Not yet, this is too fast."
Rarity: But the oral sex was properly paced?
"Come on," he smiled, still kissing. He moved up, nipping at her ear, which caused her to shiver. "I'll be gentle."
Fallen: In his defense, and I’m NOT gonna say that often, that’s a lot more than the others offered.
"We-... Caramel, we just started," Twilight whispered back. She didn't want to bring him down too hard, but they'd never even interacted on a romantic level before, and now he was pressing for sex.
Fallen: He ate you out and is pushing sex the first night he spends in your house during a rape scare, and your only concern is letting him down gently?
"You already got to cum," he breathed in her ear, his blunt language making the unicorn blush all the more. "I'm still all turned on."
Twilight: So he’s doing it because it’s fair!?
Rarity: No. It’s not at all.
She couldn't deny that, and she didn't want to seem selfish. She did get to finish, and it was fantastic.
Twilight: And I’m buying into it!?
Her mind went over the idea a bit, still cloudy from heady excitement, still distracted by the electric sensations of hot breath and sweaty bodies. "I could use my hooves," the bookish little filly offered as suggestively as she could.
Rarity: Fluttershy offered the same thing to Big Macintosh.
Twilight: She WHAT?
Rarity: She also offered to use her wings.
Fallen: I guess the equivalent of that for you would be to stick your horn in his urethra. I feel like vomiting just for having said that.
Stallions did that, right? She knew they used their mouths sometimes too, but that just seemed so gross. Then again, he used his mouth on her just now, so maybe it would be a fair trade.
Twilight: This debate shouldn’t even be happening! I should be kicking him out of my house!
She lay there, staring up at the ceiling through the dim light of her bedroom, the silence of the library hanging all around her, broken only by the sounds of Caramel's ragged exhalations in her ear, and the pounding of her own heart. Her arms
Fallen: Nope. Fucking nope.
were around Caramel, draped over his back. He was slick with hot sweat, as excited as she was. It felt good. She wanted to stay like this for a while, just like this.
Rarity: Perhaps if she did, Caramel would simply fall asleep and forget about the whole ordeal come morning.
He didn't say anything back. Maybe he was considering her offer.
Twilight: He’s still just going to do it, isn’t he.
Fallen: What kind of rape story would it be otherwise? But I vote we break here and pretend it’s a cliffhanger.
Twilight: Because I know offensive and defensive magic! I don’t need physical strength!
So when Caramel started to move over her, pinning her shoulders down with his front hooves, she focused on her inner strength instead. Her horn began to glow, her magical powers coalescing around it.
Twilight: See? The story still agrees with me!
Fallen: It’s cute how the story still thinks it can work.
A hoof moved down her side, tracing over her hips. It made her jump slightly, and she looked up to Caramel to see the young colt smiling broadly. The magical glow dissipated, and Twilight gasped.
Twilight: Wh- I should be striking even HARDER! Accidentally using stronger magic than I meant to!
The colt's hoof moved down to her leg, and beneath a hot blush, she tried to focus again. Once more her horn began to glow, and a telekinetic field grew around Caramel.
Fallen: The next day, there was a Caramel-shaped hole through the wall and a stallion in intensive care.
He pushed at her thigh, and spread her legs just a bit there on the bed. Instantly the field disappeared, and Twilight instinctively pulled back from his touch. He pressed on, encouraged by the reaction, forcing her hind legs apart even more. He was stronger than she had suspected - or perhaps she was simply weaker than she realized.
Rarity: Or neither, and the story is simply making excuses for itself.
She tried to focus, to channel her magic again, but the eager colt
Twilight: Why is it referring to him as a colt?
Fallen: Because the author either can’t properly differentiate between colts and stallions or wanted to write a foalcon story at first.
knelt down over her, nuzzling over her shoulder, breathing hotly on her neck. He pressed his body close to hers, and she felt his hind leg plant between her thighs, keeping her spread there, on her back. Tussled among the dark, starry sheets, he climbed on top of her, kissing rudely at her neck.
Twilight: I’m starting to feel a little personally violated.
Rarity: You’re all beginning to sound like broken records now.
His long brown mane fell across her face as he leaned forward, nibbled at her ear. He was playing the part rather well. Too well.
Fallen: Why isn’t she panicking yet, then?
Twilight was panicking.
Fallen: Oh, shut up.
She squirmed helplessly underneath the colt who was no larger than she, and he moved his hooves across her bare body,
Fallen: Because she’s normally clothed.
feeling along her curves, groaning lustily in her ear. She tried to focus. She couldn't. His touch moved up her leg, closer and closer. Too much was going on.
Twilight: So now a brush along the length of my leg is too much to process?
She couldn't concentrate. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead. Her blush rose, hotter, redder. He moved across her thighs now. Closer. Over her inner thighs. She was frantic.
"Caramel, stop it!" she yelped.
Rarity: That never once worked for the other three. Why would it-
Instantly, he was off of her.
Rarity: At some point, we should all learn never to talk. It’s done us no good thus far.
She found herself lying on her back there on the bed, trying to catch her breath. Caramel sat beside her on the ruffled sheets, looking at her with a cocky smile as her chest rose and fell. He'd moved to a much more respectful distance.
Twilight: If he’s still on the property, it’s not enough.
"See, I told you. You aren't ready. Even with your magic, you have to be careful."
Fallen: That’s the thing. She’s normally TOO careful.
Twilight: There’s no such thing as-
Fallen: Want me to list the times you ruined that theory?
Twilight looked at him for a long time. She wore a stunned expression. Everything that had just happened swam around in her heady thoughts, and her heart was pounding so loud it echoed in her ears.
Rarity: Her head is FAR from being empty enough for that.
For a moment she had been truly afraid, all but forgetting where she was. The safety of her own room. And not with a rapist.
Fallen: Seriously, story? Stop toying with us already!
A friend. Finally, she sighed, going flat on the bedsheets and wiping her forehead. "You kind of scared me," she admitted, sheepish. "For a second, it almost seemed like... I mean, your eyes were..."
Fallen: “I know, right? I actually majored in theater!”
she glanced to him, and he had that same wide smile. He raised a brow suggestively, and she just trailed off.
She sat up a little, looking at the young colt, and that strange expression.
He just grinned at her.
Rarity: She MUST see that he was enjoying himself far too much.
Fallen: Check between his legs and you’ll know if he was being serious.
"You liked that, didn't you?" he finally asked, in a tone that sounded like it didn't even need an answer.
Fallen: And so it begins...
"What are you talking about?" she deflected.
"Look at you," Caramel smiled, scooting closer to her. She retreated slightly in response. "You're blushing like a school-filly. And you're sweating."
Rarity: Did the story not just explain her terror? That should provide a feasible explanation.
"...I was exerting myself, so of course I'm flushed."
"Don't lie."
Twilight: ...but I DID exert myself.
He whispered, edging even closer over the sheets. Twilight glanced about, uncomfortably, subconsciously looking for Spike.
Fallen: Why the hell are they doing this in the room with the sleeping baby dragon anyway? I know how it started, but why would they let it escalate from there?
"You liked it. You wanted it."
Twilight turned redder than ever. Her heart beat faster, her hooves traced nervously over the bedspread, and her tail flicked from one side to the other, unconsciously. She felt hot all over. In some places more than others. "I don't want to be raped."
Fallen: That’s the fucking point. If she wanted it, it wouldn’t be rape.
She said firmly, though her eyes were locked on the sheets, instead of the colt.
"Of course you don't," Caramel agreed, putting his hoof near hers. "But you liked the feeling... and if you could enjoy it, safely, without any real danger, with someone you could trust..."
Rarity: You just ceased fulfilling that role, dear.
Caramel put his hoof on hers, firmly now. He leaned in closer, and the two ponies were face to face. Twilight swallowed nervously, feeling sweat starting to form on her forehead again.
Rarity: Precisely as I said! The sweat could have been attributed to her fear!
Even the naive unicorn knew what he was getting at. Between shallow breaths, she said, "Caramel, I... I just don't feel that way about you. I'm sorry."
Twilight: If this were actually Caramel, I think that would be enough.
Rarity: But of course, nopony behaves as they should in this story.
He didn't seem hurt. In fact, he just smiled. "But you know you can trust me. You know it's safe. And you know you want more." He leaned forward, rubbed against her neck. Twilight shivered. "You've never had it before, have you?"
Rarity: Not relevant to the situation at all!
"Caramel," she said softly, almost whispering, "I don't -- we shouldn't."
"Yes we should," he grinned back, getting even closer.
Fallen: Note to the author: peer pressure is not consent.
He was pressing against her now, easing her onto her back again. She didn't resist, her body moving along with his guiding motions. Her expression was one of heady confusion, and of reluctant, flushed excitement.
Twilight: WHAT!?
Fallen: No. Someone as rational as Twilight shouldn’t get overwhelmed emotionally like that. I’d suspect it of anyone else before her.
Rarity: Applejack is rather level-headed.
Fallen: Okay, then I’ll just group them both into that statement. But still, REALLY?
She'd never felt like this before. The unicorn pony instinctively pushed the sheets away, feeling sweltering hot as it was. Caramel just smiled, moving around and straddling the purple filly.
Fallen: The more you say “filly” and “colt,” the more convinced I am of my foalcon theory.
"We've done enough studying. Let's have some fun." He smiled, nipping at her neck.
She knew she should stop him here. She knew it was a bad idea. She had never even thought of him this way. But her thoughts were so clouded by excitement.
Fallen: Still calling bullshit.
Her head felt heavy. Her mind was in a soupy fog and she could barely hear anything over her racing heartbeat. Her hips seemed to quiver, her tail twitched. She couldn't lie still. She wanted to say no. But she just couldn't.
Rarity: And just why not? Was she drugged as well? Was it something transmitted from Caramel’s saliva?
Twilight: You give the story too much credit.
The unicorn pony bit her lip and let him continue. He kissed down her neck, and down onto her chest. She said nothing.
Twilight: Not even “get off me and get out of my house?”
He traced his mouth over her, casting hot breath across her reclining figure, and his hooves moved over her curves. She was tense, but every touch relaxed her more. Hesitantly, she sat up just enough to kiss Caramel's ear.
Fallen: Why the hell are you encouraging him?
Spurred on, he moaned against her chest, pulled up, and pressed himself closer against her.
Rarity: Congratulations. You’ve made it harder on yourself.
Twilight Sparkle lay back, staring into the darkness above her. Heat rose off her body, a palpable wave. Her tutoring student was on top of her, chest to sweaty chest, kissing up and down her neck. In a way, it seemed so unreal.
Twilight: The fact that none of this should actually be happening and never reasonably would isn’t helping matters.
She'd thought about this sort of thing often. Daydreams had a way of drifting to boys, especially after an afternoon's study was occasionally seasoned with some trashy bodice-ripper story or pulp novel. But nothing she'd read had really given her a taste of the actual experience. It was like she had always imagined, only much, much moreso.
Fallen: I want to stop talking about your fantasies, Twi, but the story won’t let me.
They'd never mentioned the heat.
Twilight: And why wouldn’t they? Isn’t the heat indicative of fertility in mammals? I mean, we’ve basically evolved past that, but it should stand to reason that arousal would generate some sort of heat!
She felt hot enough to go jump in a lake. But she couldn't move from her spot there on the bed, pinned beneath the eager young colt. But for all the heat, she was frozen in place, barely able to even glance down and watch Caramel's swishing mane
Rarity: I have noticed a slight trend of exaggerated mane lengths in these stories.
as he worked his mouth across her body. He bit playfully, gently, and she inhaled sharply, drawing in hot air.
Fallen: When did she turn into a balloon?
Twilight reached up weakly and draped her front hooves around Caramel's shoulders, encouraging him on in spite of herself. She hadn't expected this at all. Especially not from him.
Rarity: Would you rather he skip to third base right away?
And she knew, not that deep down, that she shouldn't be doing this. But wrapped up together like that, the sensation drove her on. She wanted to explore it, at least a little longer.
Fallen: Can’t you take care of it yourself? Kick him out, be quiet so you don’t wake up Spike-
Twilight: Will you just stop talking?
A strange sensation made her startle, and she looked down to see the eager young colt nosing down between her legs. She felt his warm breath against her inner thighs.
Twilight: WHOA! Slow down, story!
Rarity: You do realize you just asked for it to be longer, do you not?
Twilight: ...I take it back.
So warm, so intimate. Her eyes closed heavily, and she moaned as quietly as she could. It was surreal. Unbelievable.
Rarity: Non-consensual.
Fallen: Out of character.
Twilight: Logically improbable.
But this was really happening, she thought. She couldn't think of much else. She didn't consider what it might lead to, or what would come next. All common sense went out the window. All she could think about was his body against hers.
Twilight: And how much I wished it wasn’t.
He went lower, deeper. She gasped, and sat up to see, propped up on her arms. "Caramel-!" she said, weakly.
"Don't worry, I'll be gentle."
Fallen: There’s only so much gentility you can act with when you’re using a dildo with sandpaper glued onto it.
Twilight: Did you really just-
Fallen: Get over it.
He was. He kissed her softly, where she'd never been kissed before. She felt like melting back onto the bed. Enveloped by the heat, shuddering from the overwhelming and sexual sensation.
Twilight: I don’t want to live on this planet anymore.
Fallen: The feeling is mutual.
He stuck out his tongue, licking gently up and down her lips, and she collapsed backwards with a shaky moan. It felt so dirty.
Twilight: How much of that has to do with all the bacteria in the equine mouth?
Nothing like this was in any of her books. But it made her head swim. Her vision started to creep in at the edges. She couldn't quite focus her eyes. She was lost, awash in a sea of pleasures she had only dreamed about.
Rarity: Goodness, there are so many aquatic metaphors!
Fallen: Almost makes me want to drown something.
The colt pinned her firmly about her hips and pressed in more insistently, licking up and down her cute little slit, kissing, teasing. He pushed his tongue forward, parting her lips, tasting her intimately.
Twilight: And I could die happy without ever knowing what I taste like.
She was sweet, clean, fresh. She moaned again, and instinctively spread her legs out wider for him. "Y-yes," she urged, panting desperately.
Rarity: Wow.
Fallen: She actually wants it. That’s a first.
The sensation was new, but the feelings it invoked were familiar. Her heart quickened, and her legs tensed. The bookish pony let out a shameless moan and arched her back up off the bed, as waves of pleasure washed over her, breaking and rolling back, in a tide of wild heat.
Fallen: Use a Water-type! It’ll be super-effective!
"I'm close," she breathed out, weakly. "Caramel, yes. I'm so close."
Fallen: If she never came before now, how would she know?
He moved his tongue in deeper, wet and warm, and she tensed up. Her mind nearly blanked. There was just him, and her, and the bed. The rest of the world just fell away.
Twilight: My first time will collapse the planet. Remind me to never have sex.
He flicked his tongue across her clit and she nearly bucked him. Her legs twitching reflexively, then her eyes snapped wide open. She shook all over, and the most powerful orgasm of her life
Rarity: by merit of it being the first orgasm of her life
all but exploded inside her. She stayed like that, tensed and raised, damp with perspiration and quivering from excitement, until at last it passed and she collapses with a heavily, spent sigh back onto the bed.
Twilight: Was that just-
Fallen: Oh my god, a tense shift. You were doing SO well, story!
Caramel moved up, quickly. The brown colt planted his hooves on either side of her shoulders, leaving them face to face. He shifted atop her, moving her legs with his knees, spreading her out on her own messy bed.
Fallen: Which is about to get a whole lot messier...
Twilight was panting, and a creeping sense of apprehension started to come over her. But she couldn't put her hoof on it exactly, until she felt something hard and hot and slick press against her belly.
Twilight: GAH! Get it away!
She looked down between their sweating bodies, where Caramel's anxious cock was poised eagerly. It was pointed right at her.
Fallen: It was fully loaded, finger was on the trigger...
She gulped in trepidation. She knew they were supposed to be hard like this. It was one of the facts her clinical books had prepared her for well. But she hadn't expected it to be wet already.
Rarity: What book would warn of one but not the other?
The whole underside was slick as it stroked lustily against her. It was strange and incredible, and for as dirty and even gross as it seemed to her, she wanted to explore that huge, throbbing thing.
Twilight: This writer doesn’t know me at all. It’s almost insulting.
In truth, the young colt wasn't particularly well-hung, perhaps even a little below average, but Twilight had only seen diagrams in books. She hadn't considered the scale,
Twilight: Why do I doubt that?
and seeing it like this, in person, stroking back and forth against her belly, it was certainly larger than she'd anticipated.
"I... didn't realize they were so big," she whispered, merely thinking out loud.
Rarity: I’m sure Caramel does not appreciate being patronized.
Her face had turned a deep shade of red.
Caramel grinned in response, nipping at her neck. He clearly appreciated the comment, but Twilight hadn't meant it as a compliment.
Fallen: I was about to say that she KNOWS how to keep her thoughts in her head, but she had a hell of a time keeping secrets...
He shifted above the purple pony, and pressed his body to hers. She was just getting worried.
Twilight: Which I can’t really be blamed for.
Her mind was lingering on that intimidating sight, rolling over and over the idea of that perfect symbol of maleness
Rarity: I only give it a seven of ten.
Fallen: This one sucks. The rest of the series was way better.
that lingered so close to her, when suddenly she felt it begin to poke between her legs like a curious thing. She felt the end of it, hot and slick, nudging against her thighs, stroking up towards her most sensitive little spot.
Rarity: That is only marginally better than “virgin slit” or “vulnerable little hole.”
With her legs spread out like this, she was totally accessible to the young brown colt that had her pinned here, on her own bed. When she felt his cock stroke against her soft lips, she froze.
Fallen: And his dick stuck to her lips like a tongue to a flagpole.
Twilight: FALLEN!
Fallen: And that’s one more successfully met offense quota.
Twilight didn't even fidget, just stared wide-eyed at Caramel as the realization of her situation dawned on her more fully.
"What do you think you're doing?" She asked, still mostly out of breath.
Fallen: “Raping you. What’s it look like?”
"Relax," he whispered back, kissing along her neck, "You'll love it."
"Caramel, wait," she insisted. "I... don't want to go all the way. Not yet, this is too fast."
Rarity: But the oral sex was properly paced?
"Come on," he smiled, still kissing. He moved up, nipping at her ear, which caused her to shiver. "I'll be gentle."
Fallen: In his defense, and I’m NOT gonna say that often, that’s a lot more than the others offered.
"We-... Caramel, we just started," Twilight whispered back. She didn't want to bring him down too hard, but they'd never even interacted on a romantic level before, and now he was pressing for sex.
Fallen: He ate you out and is pushing sex the first night he spends in your house during a rape scare, and your only concern is letting him down gently?
"You already got to cum," he breathed in her ear, his blunt language making the unicorn blush all the more. "I'm still all turned on."
Twilight: So he’s doing it because it’s fair!?
Rarity: No. It’s not at all.
She couldn't deny that, and she didn't want to seem selfish. She did get to finish, and it was fantastic.
Twilight: And I’m buying into it!?
Her mind went over the idea a bit, still cloudy from heady excitement, still distracted by the electric sensations of hot breath and sweaty bodies. "I could use my hooves," the bookish little filly offered as suggestively as she could.
Rarity: Fluttershy offered the same thing to Big Macintosh.
Twilight: She WHAT?
Rarity: She also offered to use her wings.
Fallen: I guess the equivalent of that for you would be to stick your horn in his urethra. I feel like vomiting just for having said that.
Stallions did that, right? She knew they used their mouths sometimes too, but that just seemed so gross. Then again, he used his mouth on her just now, so maybe it would be a fair trade.
Twilight: This debate shouldn’t even be happening! I should be kicking him out of my house!
She lay there, staring up at the ceiling through the dim light of her bedroom, the silence of the library hanging all around her, broken only by the sounds of Caramel's ragged exhalations in her ear, and the pounding of her own heart. Her arms
Fallen: Nope. Fucking nope.
were around Caramel, draped over his back. He was slick with hot sweat, as excited as she was. It felt good. She wanted to stay like this for a while, just like this.
Rarity: Perhaps if she did, Caramel would simply fall asleep and forget about the whole ordeal come morning.
He didn't say anything back. Maybe he was considering her offer.
Twilight: He’s still just going to do it, isn’t he.
Fallen: What kind of rape story would it be otherwise? But I vote we break here and pretend it’s a cliffhanger.
Fallen: This is... odd.
Rarity: After the last three chapters... this feels like an anomaly.
Twilight: Why? Is it because the most insulting thing to happen is the degradation of my personality?
Fallen: Exactly! I actually can’t bitch as much about the rape scene because, from the looks of it, it’s almost NOT rape!
Rarity: It’s still rape, but of a much lower caliber.
Twilight: Seriously? How is this LESS rape than what you’ve already seen?
Fallen: Well, Fluttershy buckled in and gave up during the act, Applejack fought tooth and hoof with her captors, and Pinkie was tied up for hers.
Rarity: Here, however... you’ve done little to stop Caramel from sating his lust, and in fact, you seem to be encouraging him and enjoying it!
Twilight: Well, I think we know which of us this author has more respect for.
Fallen: I can’t complain. I can agree with him there.
Twilight: On the respect thing? Really?
Fallen: Of course. I mean, there are some of your friends that I LIKE more, but I’m not sure there are any I connect to more.
Twilight: I... wow. Thanks.
Rarity: Must you always discuss these matters around somepony who may feel hurt by your words?
Fallen: But you’re not. You’re a good sport.
Rarity: You don’t know that. I could be restraining my emotions right now and pretending I’m not hearing you discussing preference of yet another of my friends over me, and you would never know the difference!
Fallen: Whoa, wait, what?
Rarity: No, by all means, don’t stop for my sake! Continue telling Twilight Sparkle how she is the greatest pony you have ever met while I sit back here and listen to the praise you will never give me!
Fallen: Oh god. Rarity, do you actually feel that way?
Rarity: YES!
Fallen: Jesus. You should’ve told me it was bothering you.
Rarity: What would you do then? Move to another location out of my earshot and tell them the same things!?
Fallen: Uh...
Twilight: That was probably the wrong answer.
Rarity: I was right when I told you that you had no consideration for others! I will accept that you have no respect for me, but I cannot BELIEVE you would continuously rub it in my face through my friends!
Fallen: When did I ever say I didn’t like or respect you?
Rarity: Never directly, but the implication was clear!
Fallen: And your assumption is wrong.
Rarity: Prove it!
Fallen: Let’s see... you’re generous to a fault. You have an air of sophistication about you that’s mostly lacking in much of Equestrian society. You have a sense of style, and an eye for detail that I can admire. You give so much yet take so little. You have a much better relationship with your sister than I do with any of my siblings, so I’m a little jealous of that. And you-
Rarity: I’ve heard enough.
Fallen: You sure? I could go on.
Rarity: I would not mind hearing it, but... you’ve proven your point.
Fallen: Good. I know I play favorites, and I feel a little bad about that, but I don’t hate you or any of the others.
Rarity: I see that now. I am truly sorry for speaking so harshly to you in my jealousy.
Fallen: I probably would’ve flipped out too, if I were in your position.
Twilight: Well, at least you got that resolved before we started again.
Fallen: And we didn’t need Fluttershy’s help this time. Can you say “progress?”
(Buzzer sounds.)
All: We’ve got story sign!
Rarity: After the last three chapters... this feels like an anomaly.
Twilight: Why? Is it because the most insulting thing to happen is the degradation of my personality?
Fallen: Exactly! I actually can’t bitch as much about the rape scene because, from the looks of it, it’s almost NOT rape!
Rarity: It’s still rape, but of a much lower caliber.
Twilight: Seriously? How is this LESS rape than what you’ve already seen?
Fallen: Well, Fluttershy buckled in and gave up during the act, Applejack fought tooth and hoof with her captors, and Pinkie was tied up for hers.
Rarity: Here, however... you’ve done little to stop Caramel from sating his lust, and in fact, you seem to be encouraging him and enjoying it!
Twilight: Well, I think we know which of us this author has more respect for.
Fallen: I can’t complain. I can agree with him there.
Twilight: On the respect thing? Really?
Fallen: Of course. I mean, there are some of your friends that I LIKE more, but I’m not sure there are any I connect to more.
Twilight: I... wow. Thanks.
Rarity: Must you always discuss these matters around somepony who may feel hurt by your words?
Fallen: But you’re not. You’re a good sport.
Rarity: You don’t know that. I could be restraining my emotions right now and pretending I’m not hearing you discussing preference of yet another of my friends over me, and you would never know the difference!
Fallen: Whoa, wait, what?
Rarity: No, by all means, don’t stop for my sake! Continue telling Twilight Sparkle how she is the greatest pony you have ever met while I sit back here and listen to the praise you will never give me!
Fallen: Oh god. Rarity, do you actually feel that way?
Rarity: YES!
Fallen: Jesus. You should’ve told me it was bothering you.
Rarity: What would you do then? Move to another location out of my earshot and tell them the same things!?
Fallen: Uh...
Twilight: That was probably the wrong answer.
Rarity: I was right when I told you that you had no consideration for others! I will accept that you have no respect for me, but I cannot BELIEVE you would continuously rub it in my face through my friends!
Fallen: When did I ever say I didn’t like or respect you?
Rarity: Never directly, but the implication was clear!
Fallen: And your assumption is wrong.
Rarity: Prove it!
Fallen: Let’s see... you’re generous to a fault. You have an air of sophistication about you that’s mostly lacking in much of Equestrian society. You have a sense of style, and an eye for detail that I can admire. You give so much yet take so little. You have a much better relationship with your sister than I do with any of my siblings, so I’m a little jealous of that. And you-
Rarity: I’ve heard enough.
Fallen: You sure? I could go on.
Rarity: I would not mind hearing it, but... you’ve proven your point.
Fallen: Good. I know I play favorites, and I feel a little bad about that, but I don’t hate you or any of the others.
Rarity: I see that now. I am truly sorry for speaking so harshly to you in my jealousy.
Fallen: I probably would’ve flipped out too, if I were in your position.
Twilight: Well, at least you got that resolved before we started again.
Fallen: And we didn’t need Fluttershy’s help this time. Can you say “progress?”
(Buzzer sounds.)
All: We’ve got story sign!
Then she felt him poking between her legs again. He drew his hips back, a little awkwardly, to line himself up right. His slick, eager shaft slipped up between her thighs and its slippery underside stroked against her bare pussy, sliding wetly, lewdly against it.
Twilight: Is this seriously supposed to be erotic? Because I may have just been turned off of sex forever.
Twilight jerked her hips back instinctively, away from the colt's insistent cock. He parted her tender lips around the tip and she planted her hooves on his chest, pushing him back a little.
"Caramel, I said no!" She whispered more firmly.
Fallen: Because, you know, there's still a sleeping baby dragon in the room.
"Come on," he moaned, not bothering to even slow down. Twilight pushed on his shoulders and looked down between them, watching Caramel's intimidating cock sliding against her, firmly, anxiously pressing against her tight entrance.
Rarity: And now the author finally recalls the main theme of the story and removes the consent.
Her mind raced and her eyes widened, in awe and fear at the sight she had never expected to see tonight.
Fallen: A marching band storming through her library in the middle of the night.
As he built up the pressure, trying to ease inside of the tight little filly,
Fallen: Seriously, author, it’s fucking creepy that you keep doing that.
she felt him throb and twitch against her most sensitive spot. Waves of heat washed over her, and her apprehension and fear were met with a rush of excitement.
Twilight: It’s seriously making me indecisive about whether or not I want this.
Her heart fluttered, racing. She kept her hooves planted on his shoulders, kept her hips back as far as she could scoot them in this awkward position as she eyed the thick cock
Rarity: At least keep a consistent description of it if you insist on its presence.
poised at her entrance like some monstrous invader.
But part of her just wanted to see it go in.
Fallen: Oh, that makes everything all better!
"Caramel...!" was all she could groan. Her mouth was unable to form a proper objection beyond that, and her mind was barely able to keep up.
Twilight: Stop doing that, story! I can keep my rational mind even through something like this!
Fallen: What’s that? “Pull out the list of evidence against that?” Why sure, I’d love to-
Twilight: Be quiet.
"Ahh, Twilight..." he moaned in her ear, shuddering. Finally, the slick tip pushed inside, and all at once several inches of the colt's aching cock slammed inside the bookish young pony's tight little hole.
Fallen: And HOW long did that take?
Rarity: This chapter seemed to stall the actual intercourse for a longer time than the ones before it had.
Fallen: Well, this chapter’s kind of hefty compared to the others, so...
Her body reacted reflexively, and her mind practically shut down. Her arms went back around Caramel's shoulders, and even though she had protested, the sudden feeling of penetration sent such shudders through her all she could do was hold on.
Fallen: It’s like a mechanical horse in a bar. Hold on and see how long you can last.
She felt the world disappear a little more around her, and all her mind could manage was to struggle to process the reality of it. She was being fucked, she thought. It was inside. That big dick was inside her now. She was having sex. Right here, in her own bed.
Fallen: Twilight Sparkle, I hereby promote you to the rank of Captain Obvious.
Twilight: Oh, thanks.
Her thoughts just ran through these same thoughts over and over, rapid-fire, just repeating the reality, the dirtiness of her situation to herself. But even then, it still felt like a dream.
Fallen: And then Dom Cobb-
Rarity: Give that joke a rest!
She was shaking, moaning beneath him.
Caramel took her reaction as a sign of encouragement,
Rarity: He’s rather oblivious like that.
and so he pushed forward, driving deeper into Twilight's wet little slit. He was dripping with anticipation and excitement, and she was soaking wet inside. He'd brought some lube along, just in case, in his book bag.
Fallen: That’s it. He’s drugged, he prepared for this, and Rarity put him up to it.
But he didn't need it. She felt perfect. He forced his stiff, twitching cock in deeper. There was no resistance, but she was so tight, it was still slow going. With every inch he gained, he wanted more.
Fallen: Wait. He started several inches in, and he’s been making progress inch by inch. I thought the story said it wasn’t that big.
He moved his hips back and forth, slowly at first, making short and clumsy thrusts, but each time going deeper and deeper. Twilight couldn't take it.
Fallen: Please. She’s taking a nice chunk of it right- (smacked by Twilight)
She rolled her head from side to side on the bed, tugged at Caramel's back with her arms and pulled his face in close to hers. Her eyes were closed. She was lost in the pleasure of it. All her private studies hadn't prepared her for it.
Rarity: I will give it that much. You cannot prepare without experience.
Somewhere in the back of her mind a tiny voice shouted at her, told her she shouldn't be doing this. But it was too late. Caramel had taken her to the hilt, burying every inch of his
cock in the pinned purple pony,
Fallen: Awkward break is awkward.
and it filled her so deeply her mind could barely even hold itself together.
Twilight lay there for a while, her mind a haze, her senses flooded by the wild heat of penetration. Her eyes were unfocused,
Fallen: Behold, the origin of Der-
Twilight: Fallen, I will magic you through the chest if you finish that sentence.
half lidded as she stared at the colt mounting her. She moaned with every thrust, but her own voice was so distant she could barely hear it. The world had sort of faded away.
Twilight: I’m not kidding. This story is making me equate sex with the apocalypse.
Her own heartbeat was all that held it together. She wanted to sit up and look down, to really experience this fully, to watch that slick, shiny cock pounding in and out of her tiny little pussy. She wanted to see how it fit. She wanted to watch that shaft disappear inside of her, her eyes taking it in the way her body felt every inch.
Twilight: ...okay, that MAY end up happening. I have no idea how it’s going to go.
He bucked unevenly, impatiently, rudely, and she could feel his balls slapping against her raised little ass as he drove all the way into her with every thrust.
Twilight: Or I could just... stay a virgin for the rest of my life. I’m fine with that.
Fallen: If you ever have sex, you’ll probably look back on that sentence and laugh.
She wanted to see it. But it was too much. She couldn't sit up. She couldn't even tell him to stop. By now, she was too far gone. She wouldn't tell him to even if she could. Time melted away.
Fallen: Okay, can you stop with the doomsday sex?
It felt like forever, lost in an endless sea of animalistic passion. But it had only been a few minutes.
Twilight was vaguely aware of someone talking. It was hazy. She had to put all of her waning energy into it, just to try and make it out. More cloudy words. "What?" she murmured, almost sleepily.
Rarity: “I said your house was on fire! We need to evacuate!”
"I'm coming," he whispered hotly in her ear, hissing between his teeth.
That brought her back.
Fallen: Back to the future?
Twilight: Was that another time travel joke?
Fallen: ...it is now.
The cloudiness cleared fast. "What?!" she demanded, awkwardly pushing herself up on the bed, still reclining but now sitting up a bit. Despite her obvious concern, Caramel didn't stop. Didn't lose pace or even slow down.
Rarity: Yes, not losing pace implies not slowing down.
She glanced down, her eyes quickly regaining their clarity. The sight was even more obscene than she'd ever imagined. His dark, veiny, slick, gross-looking cock was slamming in and out of her, wetly. The sound of his hips pounding against hers was loud and lewd. His heavy, hanging balls swayed and slapped against her ass.
Twilight: Are there any technical requirements for a vow of chastity?
It was filthy, pornographic. Everything was slick and shiny and wet. She felt disgusted, and aroused in spite of herself. The heat between them was almost unbearable. The colt's movements were eager but unsure. Twilight's arms were weak,
Rarity: Probably because the spell that granted her arms took a lot of energy out of her.
shaking beneath her as the overwhelming sensation of being fucked so deep and so fast threatened to knock her senseless again.
Fallen: Wow. Do you ALL like it rough?
Twilight: That was kind of rude.
Rarity: Let it go. He says it to everypony.
"Caramel, DON'T." she insisted, giving him a very serious stare. Her face was pressed to his.
"I--I'm about to..." he moaned, shaking, shuddering atop her.
Fallen: Good god, man! How long does it take you!?
"Pull out!" she screamed, shoving one hoof against his chest to push him back. "You better not get me pregnant!" Her heart raced even faster, pleasure starting to give way to panic.
Fallen: Afraid he’s going to force out an alien embryo that’ll grow inside you and bust out of your ribcage?
Twilight: Please tell me that’s just from a movie...
Fallen: From one of my favorites. If you want to stick around when this is over, I’ll show it to you.
Twilight: I’d probably like that.
"Aa... aahh!" the colt moaned loudly in her ear, in a more urgent tone than ever. Her eyes went wide and her jaw dropped. He'd gone over the edge. Even she could tell.
Caramel bucked his hips back smoothly, and in one long stroke pulled all the way out.
Twilight: Oh, NOW he listens when I plead for him to do something!
Twilight arched her back and gasped breathlessly, the sudden sensation overwhelming her. She dropped her hooves to her sides, pulling at the ruffled bedsheets. His slick, shiny cock twitched, standing free, pointing right at the purple filly.
Fallen: I almost made a shotgun joke, but that would involve... cocking it.
She couldn't focus on anything. She heard the colt moaning over her. Felt his twitching, pulsing shaft tapping against her belly. But she barely even registered the strange, warm feeling across her stomach and chest until she suddenly felt something hit her in the face.
Rarity: CARAMEL! Do you realize how disrespectful that is to a lady!?
She winced as if struck, and lay back flat on the bed, looking down over herself. Gooey streaks of thick, white fluid covered her nude form. A thick strand had been shot across her face, and she reached up uneasily to touch it, drawing a drippy white string between her cheek and her hoof.
Fallen: Joke’s on you, Twi. Now your hoof’s glued to your face.
It was gross. It smelled musky, it felt warm and gooey. She quickly wiped it off on her coat.
Though Twilight's mind was still reeling, she manages to sit up a little,
Twilight: Okay, look. I understand that the S key is next to the D key on a keyboard, so MAYBE you can accidentally shift the tense like that. But you need to CHECK YOUR STORY OVER when you do that, because that could be all it takes for a total tense shift!
to try and take in her situation. For an encounter that started off so passionately, that seemed so intimate and even romantic, it had ended up so pornographic, so debased.
Fallen: Duh. What did you think this was, a shipfic?
Twilight: Wait... you haven’t actually GOTTEN any shipfics yet, have you?
Fallen: Do FelixDawn’s cou- no. No they don’t. They’re hardly even stories.
Caramel climbed off of her, his wilting cock dripping over Twilight's starry bedsheets. They were both soaked in perspiration, and the thick smell of sex and sweat hung in the air, filling the room.
Rarity: If Spike notices nothing else, he should notice the stench!
The colt sat nearby, back to her, wiping himself off with her sheets.
Twilight: That’s it. I’m scrapping my bed and sheets and buying new ones.
Twilight lay there unattended, flat on her back. Her dark purple mane was mussed, her body was coated with thick white spatters, and a thick, stringy strand of the stuff hung from her face. The passion was gone.
Fallen: Within two months, the divorce was official.
She felt somehow ashamed at what she'd done. The blushing unicorn just shrank against her bed, wishing she could just disappear.
Fallen: But she left all her camo gear back in Canterlot.
Caramel finally finished up and turned around, sitting near her, but not touching her. She didn't look at him. She could barely believe she'd really done that. She was sore, and tired.
"That was great," he smiled.
Rarity: I’m sure your partner would appreciate a second opinion.
Twilight hesitantly turned her head, looking towards him. She just stared at his chest. "...does this mean we're boyfriend and girlfriend now?" she asked, uncertain.
Twilight: I don’t think a relationship founded on rape would be a very healthy or stable one.
Rarity: That was exactly what I said about Fluttershy and Big Macintosh!
"Well, I don't know about that," Caramel shrugged. "But I'd definitely like to do that again."
Twilight hesitated. There was no warmth to any of it, not anymore.
Twilight: Really? Because I think it would’ve dawned on me to burn everything his penis touched or dripped on.
She had seen herself lying close with a stallion after the fact, wrapped lovingly in each other's arms, basking in the afterglow. But she just felt used, degraded. This wasn't how she pictured her first time.
Rarity: She had always imagined it would involve more willingness on her part.
"Maybe you should get on the pill, so next time I can cum inside you," he grinned, leaning back closer to her.
Twilight: No, no, no, NO!
She forced an uncomfortable smile. "I bet you'd like that." Caramel whispered.
"Maybe," she muttered back.
Twilight: NO!!!
She turned away a little, and then the colt leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. It caught her off guard. She looked back to him, wiping her cheek with one hoof,
Rarity: Disgust at a kiss. They’re destined for each other!
and he was smiling gently down at her. There was a softness in his face, like she hadn't seen all night. "Thank you, Twilight. I've... never done that before. I'm glad you were my first."
Fallen: Wait- what the- how- WHAT!?
Twilight: All that, and he’d never done it before? Are we expected to buy that!?
He turned a little red, rubbing the back of his head. She stared for a moment. She hadn't considered that as a possibility. She didn't think perhaps he was a virgin too. He seemed so sure. But now he wore that vulnerable look once more, that meek expression.
Rarity: Drugs?
Fallen: Definitely drugs.
Twilight turned red, and without even thinking, put her arms around his shoulders. She smiled in earnest, in spite of everything, and he kissed her again.
Maybe it hadn't been ALL bad. She would just have to figure it all out.
Rarity: Allow me to assist you. First point: IT WAS RAPE!
Rarity yawned silently in the darkness of night outside the window.
Twilight: She’d have to be either standing out on the balcony or watching from a branch, because my room is NOT on the ground floor!
Fallen: You never know. Maybe she filled herself with helium.
She tucked away her notebook and arose, stretching. It was time she got some sleep, too. It was far too late for her to be staying up. But these were just the kind of sacrifices she had to make for her friends.
Rarity: Ah, yes, how tragic. You lose sleep over watching your friend get raped!
Fallen: Let’s just... go.
Twilight: Is this seriously supposed to be erotic? Because I may have just been turned off of sex forever.
Twilight jerked her hips back instinctively, away from the colt's insistent cock. He parted her tender lips around the tip and she planted her hooves on his chest, pushing him back a little.
"Caramel, I said no!" She whispered more firmly.
Fallen: Because, you know, there's still a sleeping baby dragon in the room.
"Come on," he moaned, not bothering to even slow down. Twilight pushed on his shoulders and looked down between them, watching Caramel's intimidating cock sliding against her, firmly, anxiously pressing against her tight entrance.
Rarity: And now the author finally recalls the main theme of the story and removes the consent.
Her mind raced and her eyes widened, in awe and fear at the sight she had never expected to see tonight.
Fallen: A marching band storming through her library in the middle of the night.
As he built up the pressure, trying to ease inside of the tight little filly,
Fallen: Seriously, author, it’s fucking creepy that you keep doing that.
she felt him throb and twitch against her most sensitive spot. Waves of heat washed over her, and her apprehension and fear were met with a rush of excitement.
Twilight: It’s seriously making me indecisive about whether or not I want this.
Her heart fluttered, racing. She kept her hooves planted on his shoulders, kept her hips back as far as she could scoot them in this awkward position as she eyed the thick cock
Rarity: At least keep a consistent description of it if you insist on its presence.
poised at her entrance like some monstrous invader.
But part of her just wanted to see it go in.
Fallen: Oh, that makes everything all better!
"Caramel...!" was all she could groan. Her mouth was unable to form a proper objection beyond that, and her mind was barely able to keep up.
Twilight: Stop doing that, story! I can keep my rational mind even through something like this!
Fallen: What’s that? “Pull out the list of evidence against that?” Why sure, I’d love to-
Twilight: Be quiet.
"Ahh, Twilight..." he moaned in her ear, shuddering. Finally, the slick tip pushed inside, and all at once several inches of the colt's aching cock slammed inside the bookish young pony's tight little hole.
Fallen: And HOW long did that take?
Rarity: This chapter seemed to stall the actual intercourse for a longer time than the ones before it had.
Fallen: Well, this chapter’s kind of hefty compared to the others, so...
Her body reacted reflexively, and her mind practically shut down. Her arms went back around Caramel's shoulders, and even though she had protested, the sudden feeling of penetration sent such shudders through her all she could do was hold on.
Fallen: It’s like a mechanical horse in a bar. Hold on and see how long you can last.
She felt the world disappear a little more around her, and all her mind could manage was to struggle to process the reality of it. She was being fucked, she thought. It was inside. That big dick was inside her now. She was having sex. Right here, in her own bed.
Fallen: Twilight Sparkle, I hereby promote you to the rank of Captain Obvious.
Twilight: Oh, thanks.
Her thoughts just ran through these same thoughts over and over, rapid-fire, just repeating the reality, the dirtiness of her situation to herself. But even then, it still felt like a dream.
Fallen: And then Dom Cobb-
Rarity: Give that joke a rest!
She was shaking, moaning beneath him.
Caramel took her reaction as a sign of encouragement,
Rarity: He’s rather oblivious like that.
and so he pushed forward, driving deeper into Twilight's wet little slit. He was dripping with anticipation and excitement, and she was soaking wet inside. He'd brought some lube along, just in case, in his book bag.
Fallen: That’s it. He’s drugged, he prepared for this, and Rarity put him up to it.
But he didn't need it. She felt perfect. He forced his stiff, twitching cock in deeper. There was no resistance, but she was so tight, it was still slow going. With every inch he gained, he wanted more.
Fallen: Wait. He started several inches in, and he’s been making progress inch by inch. I thought the story said it wasn’t that big.
He moved his hips back and forth, slowly at first, making short and clumsy thrusts, but each time going deeper and deeper. Twilight couldn't take it.
Fallen: Please. She’s taking a nice chunk of it right- (smacked by Twilight)
She rolled her head from side to side on the bed, tugged at Caramel's back with her arms and pulled his face in close to hers. Her eyes were closed. She was lost in the pleasure of it. All her private studies hadn't prepared her for it.
Rarity: I will give it that much. You cannot prepare without experience.
Somewhere in the back of her mind a tiny voice shouted at her, told her she shouldn't be doing this. But it was too late. Caramel had taken her to the hilt, burying every inch of his
cock in the pinned purple pony,
Fallen: Awkward break is awkward.
and it filled her so deeply her mind could barely even hold itself together.
Twilight lay there for a while, her mind a haze, her senses flooded by the wild heat of penetration. Her eyes were unfocused,
Fallen: Behold, the origin of Der-
Twilight: Fallen, I will magic you through the chest if you finish that sentence.
half lidded as she stared at the colt mounting her. She moaned with every thrust, but her own voice was so distant she could barely hear it. The world had sort of faded away.
Twilight: I’m not kidding. This story is making me equate sex with the apocalypse.
Her own heartbeat was all that held it together. She wanted to sit up and look down, to really experience this fully, to watch that slick, shiny cock pounding in and out of her tiny little pussy. She wanted to see how it fit. She wanted to watch that shaft disappear inside of her, her eyes taking it in the way her body felt every inch.
Twilight: ...okay, that MAY end up happening. I have no idea how it’s going to go.
He bucked unevenly, impatiently, rudely, and she could feel his balls slapping against her raised little ass as he drove all the way into her with every thrust.
Twilight: Or I could just... stay a virgin for the rest of my life. I’m fine with that.
Fallen: If you ever have sex, you’ll probably look back on that sentence and laugh.
She wanted to see it. But it was too much. She couldn't sit up. She couldn't even tell him to stop. By now, she was too far gone. She wouldn't tell him to even if she could. Time melted away.
Fallen: Okay, can you stop with the doomsday sex?
It felt like forever, lost in an endless sea of animalistic passion. But it had only been a few minutes.
Twilight was vaguely aware of someone talking. It was hazy. She had to put all of her waning energy into it, just to try and make it out. More cloudy words. "What?" she murmured, almost sleepily.
Rarity: “I said your house was on fire! We need to evacuate!”
"I'm coming," he whispered hotly in her ear, hissing between his teeth.
That brought her back.
Fallen: Back to the future?
Twilight: Was that another time travel joke?
Fallen: ...it is now.
The cloudiness cleared fast. "What?!" she demanded, awkwardly pushing herself up on the bed, still reclining but now sitting up a bit. Despite her obvious concern, Caramel didn't stop. Didn't lose pace or even slow down.
Rarity: Yes, not losing pace implies not slowing down.
She glanced down, her eyes quickly regaining their clarity. The sight was even more obscene than she'd ever imagined. His dark, veiny, slick, gross-looking cock was slamming in and out of her, wetly. The sound of his hips pounding against hers was loud and lewd. His heavy, hanging balls swayed and slapped against her ass.
Twilight: Are there any technical requirements for a vow of chastity?
It was filthy, pornographic. Everything was slick and shiny and wet. She felt disgusted, and aroused in spite of herself. The heat between them was almost unbearable. The colt's movements were eager but unsure. Twilight's arms were weak,
Rarity: Probably because the spell that granted her arms took a lot of energy out of her.
shaking beneath her as the overwhelming sensation of being fucked so deep and so fast threatened to knock her senseless again.
Fallen: Wow. Do you ALL like it rough?
Twilight: That was kind of rude.
Rarity: Let it go. He says it to everypony.
"Caramel, DON'T." she insisted, giving him a very serious stare. Her face was pressed to his.
"I--I'm about to..." he moaned, shaking, shuddering atop her.
Fallen: Good god, man! How long does it take you!?
"Pull out!" she screamed, shoving one hoof against his chest to push him back. "You better not get me pregnant!" Her heart raced even faster, pleasure starting to give way to panic.
Fallen: Afraid he’s going to force out an alien embryo that’ll grow inside you and bust out of your ribcage?
Twilight: Please tell me that’s just from a movie...
Fallen: From one of my favorites. If you want to stick around when this is over, I’ll show it to you.
Twilight: I’d probably like that.
"Aa... aahh!" the colt moaned loudly in her ear, in a more urgent tone than ever. Her eyes went wide and her jaw dropped. He'd gone over the edge. Even she could tell.
Caramel bucked his hips back smoothly, and in one long stroke pulled all the way out.
Twilight: Oh, NOW he listens when I plead for him to do something!
Twilight arched her back and gasped breathlessly, the sudden sensation overwhelming her. She dropped her hooves to her sides, pulling at the ruffled bedsheets. His slick, shiny cock twitched, standing free, pointing right at the purple filly.
Fallen: I almost made a shotgun joke, but that would involve... cocking it.
She couldn't focus on anything. She heard the colt moaning over her. Felt his twitching, pulsing shaft tapping against her belly. But she barely even registered the strange, warm feeling across her stomach and chest until she suddenly felt something hit her in the face.
Rarity: CARAMEL! Do you realize how disrespectful that is to a lady!?
She winced as if struck, and lay back flat on the bed, looking down over herself. Gooey streaks of thick, white fluid covered her nude form. A thick strand had been shot across her face, and she reached up uneasily to touch it, drawing a drippy white string between her cheek and her hoof.
Fallen: Joke’s on you, Twi. Now your hoof’s glued to your face.
It was gross. It smelled musky, it felt warm and gooey. She quickly wiped it off on her coat.
Though Twilight's mind was still reeling, she manages to sit up a little,
Twilight: Okay, look. I understand that the S key is next to the D key on a keyboard, so MAYBE you can accidentally shift the tense like that. But you need to CHECK YOUR STORY OVER when you do that, because that could be all it takes for a total tense shift!
to try and take in her situation. For an encounter that started off so passionately, that seemed so intimate and even romantic, it had ended up so pornographic, so debased.
Fallen: Duh. What did you think this was, a shipfic?
Twilight: Wait... you haven’t actually GOTTEN any shipfics yet, have you?
Fallen: Do FelixDawn’s cou- no. No they don’t. They’re hardly even stories.
Caramel climbed off of her, his wilting cock dripping over Twilight's starry bedsheets. They were both soaked in perspiration, and the thick smell of sex and sweat hung in the air, filling the room.
Rarity: If Spike notices nothing else, he should notice the stench!
The colt sat nearby, back to her, wiping himself off with her sheets.
Twilight: That’s it. I’m scrapping my bed and sheets and buying new ones.
Twilight lay there unattended, flat on her back. Her dark purple mane was mussed, her body was coated with thick white spatters, and a thick, stringy strand of the stuff hung from her face. The passion was gone.
Fallen: Within two months, the divorce was official.
She felt somehow ashamed at what she'd done. The blushing unicorn just shrank against her bed, wishing she could just disappear.
Fallen: But she left all her camo gear back in Canterlot.
Caramel finally finished up and turned around, sitting near her, but not touching her. She didn't look at him. She could barely believe she'd really done that. She was sore, and tired.
"That was great," he smiled.
Rarity: I’m sure your partner would appreciate a second opinion.
Twilight hesitantly turned her head, looking towards him. She just stared at his chest. "...does this mean we're boyfriend and girlfriend now?" she asked, uncertain.
Twilight: I don’t think a relationship founded on rape would be a very healthy or stable one.
Rarity: That was exactly what I said about Fluttershy and Big Macintosh!
"Well, I don't know about that," Caramel shrugged. "But I'd definitely like to do that again."
Twilight hesitated. There was no warmth to any of it, not anymore.
Twilight: Really? Because I think it would’ve dawned on me to burn everything his penis touched or dripped on.
She had seen herself lying close with a stallion after the fact, wrapped lovingly in each other's arms, basking in the afterglow. But she just felt used, degraded. This wasn't how she pictured her first time.
Rarity: She had always imagined it would involve more willingness on her part.
"Maybe you should get on the pill, so next time I can cum inside you," he grinned, leaning back closer to her.
Twilight: No, no, no, NO!
She forced an uncomfortable smile. "I bet you'd like that." Caramel whispered.
"Maybe," she muttered back.
Twilight: NO!!!
She turned away a little, and then the colt leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. It caught her off guard. She looked back to him, wiping her cheek with one hoof,
Rarity: Disgust at a kiss. They’re destined for each other!
and he was smiling gently down at her. There was a softness in his face, like she hadn't seen all night. "Thank you, Twilight. I've... never done that before. I'm glad you were my first."
Fallen: Wait- what the- how- WHAT!?
Twilight: All that, and he’d never done it before? Are we expected to buy that!?
He turned a little red, rubbing the back of his head. She stared for a moment. She hadn't considered that as a possibility. She didn't think perhaps he was a virgin too. He seemed so sure. But now he wore that vulnerable look once more, that meek expression.
Rarity: Drugs?
Fallen: Definitely drugs.
Twilight turned red, and without even thinking, put her arms around his shoulders. She smiled in earnest, in spite of everything, and he kissed her again.
Maybe it hadn't been ALL bad. She would just have to figure it all out.
Rarity: Allow me to assist you. First point: IT WAS RAPE!
Rarity yawned silently in the darkness of night outside the window.
Twilight: She’d have to be either standing out on the balcony or watching from a branch, because my room is NOT on the ground floor!
Fallen: You never know. Maybe she filled herself with helium.
She tucked away her notebook and arose, stretching. It was time she got some sleep, too. It was far too late for her to be staying up. But these were just the kind of sacrifices she had to make for her friends.
Rarity: Ah, yes, how tragic. You lose sleep over watching your friend get raped!
Fallen: Let’s just... go.
Fallen: That was... not as excruciating as the chapters before it. At least Twilight got to enjoy the experience despite herself.
Rarity: Indeed. If the story’s version of me can call any of these experiences a success, even partially, it could be this one.
Twilight: Maybe it’s just because it was ME getting raped in this chapter, but I feel unclean and personally insulted!
Fallen: Of course. But it almost feels... WRONG that this chapter wasn’t as awful as the last three.
Rarity: You mean...
Fallen: Yeah. I’m convinced that this is the calm before the shitstorm.
Pinkie: (from TV) And you’re right! You’re gonna HAAAAAAAAAATE the last chapter!
Dash: (from TV) Can you not say that while I’m right here? I’m already not happy about having to go in there to do that chapter.
Pinkie: I know, Dashie. And I’m so super sorry in advance. But I already took one for the team. You’re the only one left.
Dash: (sighs) I was gonna do it anyway. I don’t want to, but I feel like I have to. Like I’m obligated to.
Fallen: She kind of is.
Rarity: SHH!
Twilight: I need something to take my mind off that story. Fallen, does your offer still stand?
Fallen: Of course it does! One Aliens, coming up!
Twilight: What’s this movie about?
Fallen: Well, it’s a sequel to Alien, but I think it gives enough of the backstory you need within the film itself, so you can just dive right in. Basically, the heroine wakes up from stasis about half a century after the first film’s events, and she’s sent with a group of Marines to a colony that her company lost contact with. One that was built on the planet that held the original creature. Soon enough they get fucking SWARMED by the aliens and it turns into a fight to escape.
Twilight: VERY interesting. And this little girl on the cover?
Fallen: The lone colonist survivor. The lead becomes a mother figure to her.
Rarity: Would this be something that interests me? It does not look like something that would suit my refined tastes.
Fallen: Believe me, I wouldn’t love it as much if the story didn’t engage me. You’ll hopefully adore it.
Rarity: Very well. I shall give it a chance. Anything would be better than the film Pinkie Pie made us watch.
Fallen: Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh.
(Buzzer sounds.)
All: We’ve got break sign!
Rarity: Indeed. If the story’s version of me can call any of these experiences a success, even partially, it could be this one.
Twilight: Maybe it’s just because it was ME getting raped in this chapter, but I feel unclean and personally insulted!
Fallen: Of course. But it almost feels... WRONG that this chapter wasn’t as awful as the last three.
Rarity: You mean...
Fallen: Yeah. I’m convinced that this is the calm before the shitstorm.
Pinkie: (from TV) And you’re right! You’re gonna HAAAAAAAAAATE the last chapter!
Dash: (from TV) Can you not say that while I’m right here? I’m already not happy about having to go in there to do that chapter.
Pinkie: I know, Dashie. And I’m so super sorry in advance. But I already took one for the team. You’re the only one left.
Dash: (sighs) I was gonna do it anyway. I don’t want to, but I feel like I have to. Like I’m obligated to.
Fallen: She kind of is.
Rarity: SHH!
Twilight: I need something to take my mind off that story. Fallen, does your offer still stand?
Fallen: Of course it does! One Aliens, coming up!
Twilight: What’s this movie about?
Fallen: Well, it’s a sequel to Alien, but I think it gives enough of the backstory you need within the film itself, so you can just dive right in. Basically, the heroine wakes up from stasis about half a century after the first film’s events, and she’s sent with a group of Marines to a colony that her company lost contact with. One that was built on the planet that held the original creature. Soon enough they get fucking SWARMED by the aliens and it turns into a fight to escape.
Twilight: VERY interesting. And this little girl on the cover?
Fallen: The lone colonist survivor. The lead becomes a mother figure to her.
Rarity: Would this be something that interests me? It does not look like something that would suit my refined tastes.
Fallen: Believe me, I wouldn’t love it as much if the story didn’t engage me. You’ll hopefully adore it.
Rarity: Very well. I shall give it a chance. Anything would be better than the film Pinkie Pie made us watch.
Fallen: Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh.
(Buzzer sounds.)
All: We’ve got break sign!
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