FP Riffs 7: Rarity's Generous Plan, Part 5
I’m not going to bullshit you, I’m terrified to go into this. All the shit I’ve heard about this chapter... NaturalGlitch, whose favorite was Twilight, and Nocturnal Melodies, whose favorite was Fluttershy, said that this was by far the worst chapter. I had also been warned that Pinkie’s would enrage me to no end, and it delivered on that, but... this is the one they’re all up in arms about. Tozac really went out with a bang, apparently. A non-consensual Wonderbolt gangbang.
All of my dread goes into this. But at least this marks the end. After this chapter, I can finally wash my hands of “Rarity’s Generous Plan” for good. It took more than a month to come to this point, but come to it I did.
Here we go. Rainbow Dash’s chapter. The grand finale.
All of my dread goes into this. But at least this marks the end. After this chapter, I can finally wash my hands of “Rarity’s Generous Plan” for good. It took more than a month to come to this point, but come to it I did.
Here we go. Rainbow Dash’s chapter. The grand finale.
Rarity: Must we continue celebrating? You haven’t stopped since we finished chapter four of the story.
Fallen Prime: Don’t you get it, Rarity? There are only five chapters! We only have one left, and then we can finally get out of here!
Rarity: I know, and as elated as I would be to return to my boutique and my sister, I fear the worst from this finale. And I know you do as well.
Fallen: Well, yeah, of course I do, but I just want to get out of here and get some fresh air! Pinkie hasn’t opened the windows in here since the marathon.
(Suddenly, the armory doors unlock and open. Rainbow Dash walks in, and they shut and lock behind her.)
Rainbow Dash: Hey, guys.
Rarity: Rainbow Dash, so good to see you in person!
Fallen: You look less than thrilled to be here.
Dash: Why should I be happy? There are so many things I’d rather be doing right now that don’t involve reading about myself getting raped, but... I’m the only one who hasn’t gone yet. Not only would Pinkie have just made me come down, but I feel really bad about being the only one of us who hasn’t done this yet.
Rarity: The two of us have been here for four consecutive chapters. None of the others can claim that.
Fallen: Actually, Pinkie tends to read these before she sends them over, doesn’t she? She only skipped her own chapter, as far as I know, so she gets it.
Dash: Look, my point is that it’s not fair to everypony else that I haven’t gone. I’m really not happy about this, but I wouldn’t be happy about putting everypony but myself through it either.
Fallen: A regular catch-22. Damned if you do, damned if you don’t.
Dash: Sounds like it, yeah.
Pinkie Pie: (from TV) Welcome back, everypony!
Fallen: Most of us never left.
Pinkie: Are you as excited as I am? It’s finally time for the last chapter of “Rarity’s Generous Plan!”
Fallen: I’m excited. Terrified, dreading it, but excited.
Rarity: I want to get this done as soon as possible. This armory has begun to feel like the prison you have made it to be.
Fallen: You don’t think you’ll miss this at all?
Rarity: What is there to miss? A story about me orchestrating the systematic sexual violation of all of my closest friends out of some imagined spite?
Fallen: ...well, yeah.
Rarity: Thank you, but no thank you.
Dash: I really, really, REALLY don’t want to do this.
Fallen: You’re here more or less willingly, so your right to complain is gone. Well, your right to complain about being here, anyway. You can still complain about the story. That’s why you’re here in the first place.
Dash: That doesn’t make me feel any better. You’re awful at moral support.
Fallen: Tell me something I don’t know.
Rarity: Well... this is it. The end is here at last, and now it is time to face it.
Fallen: We’ll face it together. Just like we always have.
Dash: Did you seriously just say that? It makes you sound like you have a thing for her.
Fallen: Over my dead human body. I am NOT getting involved like that with her or any of you ponies. But I do want to think we’re a bit closer as friends after this.
Rarity: Well... perhaps.
Pinkie: Enough chit-chat! Time is riffing!
(Buzzer sounds.)
All: We’ve got story sign!
Fallen Prime: Don’t you get it, Rarity? There are only five chapters! We only have one left, and then we can finally get out of here!
Rarity: I know, and as elated as I would be to return to my boutique and my sister, I fear the worst from this finale. And I know you do as well.
Fallen: Well, yeah, of course I do, but I just want to get out of here and get some fresh air! Pinkie hasn’t opened the windows in here since the marathon.
(Suddenly, the armory doors unlock and open. Rainbow Dash walks in, and they shut and lock behind her.)
Rainbow Dash: Hey, guys.
Rarity: Rainbow Dash, so good to see you in person!
Fallen: You look less than thrilled to be here.
Dash: Why should I be happy? There are so many things I’d rather be doing right now that don’t involve reading about myself getting raped, but... I’m the only one who hasn’t gone yet. Not only would Pinkie have just made me come down, but I feel really bad about being the only one of us who hasn’t done this yet.
Rarity: The two of us have been here for four consecutive chapters. None of the others can claim that.
Fallen: Actually, Pinkie tends to read these before she sends them over, doesn’t she? She only skipped her own chapter, as far as I know, so she gets it.
Dash: Look, my point is that it’s not fair to everypony else that I haven’t gone. I’m really not happy about this, but I wouldn’t be happy about putting everypony but myself through it either.
Fallen: A regular catch-22. Damned if you do, damned if you don’t.
Dash: Sounds like it, yeah.
Pinkie Pie: (from TV) Welcome back, everypony!
Fallen: Most of us never left.
Pinkie: Are you as excited as I am? It’s finally time for the last chapter of “Rarity’s Generous Plan!”
Fallen: I’m excited. Terrified, dreading it, but excited.
Rarity: I want to get this done as soon as possible. This armory has begun to feel like the prison you have made it to be.
Fallen: You don’t think you’ll miss this at all?
Rarity: What is there to miss? A story about me orchestrating the systematic sexual violation of all of my closest friends out of some imagined spite?
Fallen: ...well, yeah.
Rarity: Thank you, but no thank you.
Dash: I really, really, REALLY don’t want to do this.
Fallen: You’re here more or less willingly, so your right to complain is gone. Well, your right to complain about being here, anyway. You can still complain about the story. That’s why you’re here in the first place.
Dash: That doesn’t make me feel any better. You’re awful at moral support.
Fallen: Tell me something I don’t know.
Rarity: Well... this is it. The end is here at last, and now it is time to face it.
Fallen: We’ll face it together. Just like we always have.
Dash: Did you seriously just say that? It makes you sound like you have a thing for her.
Fallen: Over my dead human body. I am NOT getting involved like that with her or any of you ponies. But I do want to think we’re a bit closer as friends after this.
Rarity: Well... perhaps.
Pinkie: Enough chit-chat! Time is riffing!
(Buzzer sounds.)
All: We’ve got story sign!
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Chapter 5: Rainbow Dash
Dash: Ugh.
Fallen: Beginning of the end, everyone. Prepare yourselves.
"WHAT?" Spitfire shouted back over the roar of the wind.
"I SAID," Dash called back, squinting hard against the gale, "THIS IS AWESOME!"
Rarity: I imagine it will not stay that way.
Dash: Well... it’s the Wonderbolts. I don’t think they’d-
Fallen: Would you have expected Big Mac, the Royal Guard, Pokey or Caramel?
Dash: ...I’m trying to cling to hope here.
"YEAH!" The Wonderbolt called back with a smile, her eyes hidden behind thick flight goggles. "LET'S TAKE IT THROUGH FROM THE TOP ONE MORE TIME!"
Fallen: But not even rehearsal could save the concert from being a total disaster.
With a flash through the sky, the cadre of fliers veered a sharp right. As a simple practice run of their stunt routine, they kept their performance in check, and special effects were at a minimum.
Rarity: Something that the director of Transformers: Dark of the Moon could learn to appreciate.
Fallen: Oh, come on!
Rarity: Am I wrong?
Fallen: ...
No crackling swarms of stormclouds followed them, and Rainbow Dash was so far from rainboom speeds she left no natural trail. But as they swept through the skies, scattering sparse clouds and cutting across the azure plain, their grace and concerted poise was as undeniable as ever.
Dash: But there's always that one pony who thinks it's all faked.
Their new guest kept up almost without a fault, and in what was only her third time through the routine, she held pace and matched every loop and curve, darting close to the ground when necessary, soaring high towards the sun when it was called for.
Rarity: That... may not be the safest thing to do.
The wind filled her ears, a dull roar that faded the world far below. Adrenalin coursed through her system. So long she'd looked forward to this moment that in the presence of it she found her mind had trouble keeping up.
Dash: See? Greatest day of my life! How could they even try to-
Fallen: Let it go, Rainbow.
As she wove through the flight patterns, hemmed in on either side by a flight pattern of Wonderbolts in full outfit, she kept clawing at it in her head. All she could think was how amazing it was, how real. Every second was overlaid with frantic thoughts.
Fallen: And then Dom Cobb woke up.
Rarity and Dash: Seriously?
Fallen: That was scary. Don’t do that anymore.
"This is really happening," she told herself, over and over, endlessly. "This is it. I'm flying with the Wonderbolts." She repeated it until it lost its effect.
Fallen: She had to start turning to harder drugs.
But it was all she could do to hold onto the present, as though focusing all her senses on it would make the experience last longer, give it some permanence. Tears streamed from the edges of her eyes as the young blue pegasus soared high and graceful. It was the perfect moment, tainted only in knowing that it would have to end.
Rarity: Were it so innocent...
"That was awesome!" Dash shouted for the third time, excitedly following Spitfire as the veteran Wonderbolt paced ahead over the marble tile of their Cloudsdale headquarters.
Dash: I HOPE it's like that. Even with their fame, I was afraid they'd just have some gym somewhere.
It was hardly an insightful thing to say, but Dash was swimming in endorphins and absolutely flushed with heady experience after flying with them, and it was a sentiment they could all share.
Fallen: Except Soarin', who just desperately wanted to get home.
Rarity: Given the plans spoken of in the prologue... I doubt Soarin' will be leaving.
Fallen: Well, aren't YOU Ms. Positivity.
Most of the others had gone their own ways, or lingered near the skyward track, and in the quiet of the off-season no spectators, reporters, or other interested parties crowded the spacious halls of the cloud-carved structure that served to house and train the team of amazing stunt-fliers.
Dash: That's pretty impressive. Carving clouds isn't as easy as you'd think.
The demanding precision and coordination of every careful movement had taken more out of Dash than a simple race for speed, or even a more complex routine like she'd occasionally attempted. It was care, teamwork, and accuracy that put an extra demand on top of everything.
Rarity: And yet your only concern is speed...
Dash: Hey! You know I practice tricks all the time! It's just always solo tricks. Since, you know, nopony else can keep up with me.
They hadn't been in the air more than an hour, and yet her wings were sore, her legs were tired from her outstretched posture, and her head was achey with near-whiplash at the daring loops and hairpin turns.
Fallen: Oh, real nice, assholes. Rape her while she's sore and exhausted.
And yet for all her post-flight weariness, her enthusiasm wouldn't let her energy wear. Giddy excitement kept Dash bouncing on her hooves, trotting eagerly beside her uniformed idol, gushing with starstruck adoration.
Rarity: How long will THAT last?
Fallen: Hang on, my phone has a stopwatch...
"You were great out there," Spitfire smiled warmly, her mellow and assuring demeanor doing nothing to calm Dash's hyperactive mood. If anything, her compliments only encouraged her.
Dash: Well, duh. It's Spitfire!
Dash clenched her eyes shut and grinned with uncontrollable energy, nearly shaking. She fought back a girlish squeal and pumped her front hooves in the air. "Thanks!" she bubbled, "You were great too! I mean, you're ALWAYS great! You all are! Wow, I'm just... I can't believe it! I can't believe I'm actually here with you! This is... Wow! I mean, just wow!" she ran excited circles around Spitfire as they both continued down the halls.
Dash: ...I think I've met her in person often enough to not instantly squeal at the sight of her. We're practically pals at this point!
Fallen: And if you had cell phones, you'd be bragging non-stop about having her on your contact list.
She had Rarity to thank for all of this.
Rarity: And with a single sentence, her fate is sealed.
Dash: Can you stop that? Seriously, I'm uncomfortable enough already.
Her mind kept coming back to it, and as long as she thought about it, she couldn't stop smiling.
With all the horrible stuff going on, all the stuff that Rarity and Applejack and Pinkie Pie had been through, leave it to her to pull together something to cheer everyone up.
Fallen: So Twilight hasn't said anything about the thing with Caramel?
Of course it would be her. Her generosity was almost unimaginable. Dash was always thankful to have her as a friend, but today, more than ever.
Fallen: I skimmed the epilogue. That won't last.
Rarity: Fantastic. Now I have something to look forward to...
Applejack was there. Real mad, talking up a storm about what they should do. Dash was on her side this time. Someone had to do something. Pinkie Pie didn't seem like she was taking it seriously. Fluttershy was there, but she was no help. Quiet, as usual. Twilight was pretty quiet too.
Rarity: And the others thought nothing of the fact?
Fallen: Seriously, the only one left who wasn't directly affected is Rainbow Dash. How do they not notice that her behavior's the only one that's mostly unchanged?
Everypony was waiting on her research, but she barely said anything. Just stayed in the corner. Said they should go to Princess Celestia, but AJ demanded one more day, like they'd agreed.
Rarity: Why are they still keeping it quiet!? If there is this much talk of it in Ponyville, I would be sure that Princess Celestia would be aware of events there!
Even Applejack's brother was there, that big red stallion. Big Mac? Smelled like dirt and hay. What was he doing there? It was guys like him that got them into this mess.
Dash: Whoa. What's with the stallion hate?
Fallen: You're supposed to be a lesbian in this.
Dash: Figures...
Then Rarity came in.
She had those tickets. A neat, floating stack of special all-day passes to the spa. AJ was almost insulted at first, that she could think of going to the spa at a time like this.
Fallen: Why? Nice and calming, great way to freshen up and kill the stench of rape...
But then Rarity had gotten all soft and quiet, she just lowered her head and said this was all she knew how to do. Fluttershy whispered to Applejack, and Dash overheard, that it was just her way of dealing with it,
Rarity: Doubtful.
and that seemed to change things. Fluttershy and Twilight jumped at the opportunity. AJ's expression changed. She smiled, all sympathetic, and graciously accepted. And of course Pinkie was in love with the idea.
Fallen: Then, the orgy.
Only Dash held out. She didn't want to go to some stupid spa. She needed to do something about this, find out who was behind this, kick their butt. And she was even more adamant when she found out that Rarity had only five tickets.
Dash: That's a bit mean.
Fallen: I know! Why leave the open homosexual out of the lesbian orgy?
Dash: ...you're kind of scaring me.
And that it was Dash, specifically, who wouldn't get one. That really soured things.
Rarity: Of course. I still had plans for her. Dreadful, AWFUL plans...
The others shook their heads. There was no way they could enjoy themselves at the spa if someone had to be left out. No pampering treatment was worth knowing one of their friends was miserable at home, dwelling on everything, stewing in their loneliness.
Dash: I OWN the whole Daring Do series now. I'd be fine at home alone. Heck, I'd have Tank with me too, so I wouldn't be lonely!
But then Rarity piped up again, and said Dash wouldn't be at home. She'd be out.
With the Wonderbolts.
Fallen: Out of curiosity, Dash, what's the most casual encounter you've had with any of the Wonderbolts?
Dash: Ran into Surprise at a club in Cloudsdale. That was a fun night...
Dash smiled. It wasn't long ago, but in the flurry of emotions that followed, she could barely remember the specifics how she reacted. Incredulous first, then ecstatic. Nobody could believe it - least of all Dash - but Rarity had somehow gotten a VIP pass. A day with the Wonderbolts.
Rarity: How?
The kind of prize Dash would have sent a thousand sweepstakes submissions for a chance at, and there it was, a laminated, glittering blue ticket floating in the air. All hers. No strings attached.
Only Rarity could be that generous.
Fallen: Normally, it'd be generosity. Here, though, she's being malicious and manipulative.
Dash forgot all about her blustering, aimless rage she'd been building, and she spun Rarity up, hugging her tight and nearly crashing out a window she had leapt so high. It was unreal.
Dash: Basically... too good to be true.
So the girls went off to their spa and she had blasted off to Cloudsdale, just sitting on the white steps to the Wonderbolts training academy until they finally opened up, and everything since then had been so good it might as well have been a dream.
Fallen: And then- no, wait, I already used that joke.
Everything was like she imagined it, only better, because this time it was actually happening.
Fallen: Same with the part that comes next, minus the "better" thing.
"Hey kid," came a voice, snapping the blue pegasus filly back to reality. Dash shook her head, glanced to Spitfire, who stood expectantly at a crossroads in the beautiful white halls of the academy. "I said c'mon. Let's go hit the showers."
Dash: Oh no.
Rarity: If ever there was a location made for rape...
Fallen: I was about to counter with prison, but... yeah, prison showers.
Rainbow Dash stared for a moment, swallowed hard. The actual shower room of the Wonderbolts. It would be like she was really part of the team. Behind the scenes, in the thick of everything. Only one thing could possibly make it better.
Spitfire.
Dash: So this me has a crush on Spitfire?
Fallen: Did you ever have a crush on-
Dash: EVERY little pegasus filly had a crush on Soarin'. I'm way over that.
The allure of the backstage areas, the day-long pass, even the privileged treatment, none of that seemed to matter when confronted with the opportunity to share a shower with Spitfire. In the intimate, private closeness of the Wonderbolts' very own shower room. Just the two of them. Together.
Fallen: O...kay. Which side is the consent on again?
Her wings quivered, and she held them close to her sides. "Yes!" Dash blurted, then recovered clumsily: "I mean, yeah. Sure. Let's hit the showers." She smiled. Tried not to show how eager she was for the opportunity.
Rarity: Knowing her, it must have been a failed attempt.
It didn't matter, though. Spitfire smirked, knowingly. She must have picked up on it. Gave her an odd, encouraging look. A raised brow. Practically bedroom eyes.
Rarity: I imagine they were.
Fallen: No shit, Sherlock.
Dash could barely take it. It had to be a dream. Maybe a very different kind of dream than she had first thought.
The kind she wouldn't tell her friends about.
Dash: That only happened ONCE!
Fallen: ...now you're scaring me.
The yellow pegasus led her on down the hall, and Dash followed anxiously, hot on her heels. Her eyes fell on her backside, watching Spitfire's toned legs and firm ass as the Wonderbolts veteran paced calmly across the marble tile, her hot orange tail swishing side to side over the cool blues of her uniform.
Fallen: Stop sexualizing the horses, author!
Dash almost melted. It was too good to be true. Her eyes caressed the flier's every curve, and her face turned red as her thoughts rapidly turned to unmentionable subjects.
Dash: Seriously. Why?
Together they reached the door to the shower room, far in the back of the Academy, near the tracks and training rooms. Far from all the other ponies. Goggles back on her head, Spitfire nudged the door open. "After you," she smiled. Dash was all too eager to oblige, and with a sheepish "Thanks", slipped in past her.
Rarity: Does that count as having multiple speakers in one paragraph?
Fallen: It... might.
She paused just after the doorway, taking in the room. Clean, shiny white tile and fine, polished wooden benches at intervals kept it as classy and impeccable as the rest of the lavish, regal academy.
Fallen: Obviously. Who wants to use a filthy shower?
The fixtures and showerheads were gilded, alternating gold and silver, all streaming hot water and filling the room with steam. It seemed a waste to keep all that water going, even when not in use, but there was no shortage of it in Cloudsdale, and it made the place seem almost mystical.
Rarity: A shower room with mystical properties?
Fallen: Maybe one of the faucets opens the gateway to Narnia.
It was a palace of a shower. Rainbow Dash's eyes wandered all about the open room, through the thick steam, taking it in, in awe. And best of all, it wasn't just any palatial shower room. It was the Wonderbolts palatial shower room.
Fallen: Do you just worship anything to do with the Wonderbolts?
Dash: You'd freak out too, if you were in your idol's house or workplace.
No, the best part was Spitfire. She came in right behind her. They really were going to shower together. It was really happening. Dash's mind started running in loops again, trying desperately to register the present as firmly as possible so it could be remembered perfectly.
Fallen: We get it, she's gay!
This was perfection, euphoria. A taste of heaven. She began to turn, to face Spitfire, when an unexpected development slowly wiped the smile from her face.
Fallen: "Nopony expects the Spanish Inquisition!"
Soarin' was there.
Dash: Uh...
Rarity: No division of the sexes for the shower?
The blue stallion stood on his hind legs, one fore hoof against the shower wall, washing himself beneath the steaming streams of hot water. He didn't have a stitch on, fully exposed before the two mares. He gave a brief glance to them, before returning to his shower, and nodded with a smile. "Hey girls!"
Rarity: Honestly, Soarin', have you no shame?
"Uhhh." Dash blushed brightly, eyes wide. She glanced away, more out of surprise than politeness.
"What's wrong?" Spitfire whispered, concerned.
Fallen: Soarin' in the mares' shower. That's a start.
"I didn't-... I mean, I guess I didn't realize the showers were co-ed." Dash muttered, trying not to seem as embarrassed as she was.
Dash: Why would they do that, though?
"Yeah, of course. We do everything together as a team." Spitfire shrugged.
"But he's... naked!"
Dash: Wait, why is that a problem? We're always naked! I should just be happy I'm seeing a Wonderbolt out of uniform!
Spitfire glanced to Soarin', then back to the other blue pegasus. She paused, cocked her head to one side, squinting at Dash as though she'd just been asked a trick question. After a long, uncomfortable moment of Dash averting her gaze, the yellow pony finally spoke up, uncertain. "So are you."
Dash: See? My point exactly!
"Oh. Ha, yeah." Dash murmured, sheepishly. She'd never encountered Soarin' out of his uniform quite like that, and it had been a little surprising to see the stark contrast of his natural blues.
Rarity: It sounds as if he suffers from depression.
She looked back at him. He was athletic, muscular and trim. Handsome, she guessed. But even he wasn't quite to her tastes. She knew plenty of fillies who clamored for Soarin's attention, but as for Dash, she only had eyes for one.
Dash: One of the fillies with eyes for Soarin'? Isn't that pedophilia?
Still, Dash mused, not quite realizing she was staring openly, he seemed to be in the best shape of the bunch. It seemed weird now that the addition of clothing made his nude state seem so striking and even suggestive, when it should have seemed normal.
Fallen: Seriously, human audience! Knock it off!
She was trying to figure out how to put that sentiment in words, and explain her odd behavior, but when she turned around the words were caught in her throat again, and her jaw dropped. Spitfire was stripping her uniform off, and the skintight fabric peeled off that bare, brilliant yellow form.
Fallen: Spitfire's a banana. That's my headcanon and I'm sticking to it.
Dash knew she shouldn't stare, but she was past the point of caring, let along being able to control herself. For her part, the mare was hardly discouraging to that gaze. She stretched, disrobing as casually as she could without losing that seductive flare.
Rarity: She is being deliberate. There is no doubt in my mind.
Every perfect curve along her body grew all the more sensual when left bare. The taut fabric peeled down her legs, rolled down her flank, and finally kicked off onto the floor. And even then, the blue pegasus filly couldn't pull herself together. All she could do was keep staring.
Fallen: Is the wingboner thing real?
Dash: Why would you even ask!?
Fallen: Because it's the obvious mental image right now.
Spitfire grinned suggestively, and pretended not to notice Dash's lusty gaze following her as she trotted past her, beneath the running showers.
Fallen: Wet-mane jokes would be too easy.
Dash startled when she heard a nearby scoff, and turned to see Soarin', still showering, shooting her a teasing smirk. "C'mon, girl. Act like you've had some."
She looked back, over a faint blush. "Oh, I have!" she returned with a proud grin. She was lying through her teeth.
Dash: Uh... am I lying about having sex before?
Fallen: You seem like the type who would.
"Hey kid, you coming or what?" Spitfire beckoned from beneath the showers.
Fallen: Oh, they all will be- (smacked by Rarity)
Her mane was soaked, slick and flat, long orange hair draped wet around her neck. She looked stunning this way, like a princess. A goddess. She could be Celestia's cousin.
Dash: Aren't most of her relatives alicorns or unicorns anyway?
Dash didn't need to be asked a second time. She hurried into the steamy showers, a thick mist of warm vapor hanging all around her legs and hot water pouring down from the ornate showerheads above. She sidled up next to the older yellow mare, as close as she could without seeming to intrude.
Rarity: How does one invade personal space without being intrusive?
She didn't want to ruin this. She wasn't going to make any sudden moves. She'd come too far to blow it now. Better to play it safe than sorry. After all, if nothing happened between them, she'd still have the whole day to look back fondly on.
Fallen: And that's getting ruined too.
She'd still be able to say she showered in the official Wonderbolts shower room, saw the academy the way only real Wonderbolts got to see it. She just... wouldn't be able to mess around with Spitfire.
Dash: I wouldn't WANT to!
She wouldn't want to miss the opportunity if it was there, but that was the worst that could happen. Right?
Fallen: Would we be here if that was the worst of it?
Rarity: If the previous chapters remained unchanged, then yes.
Again, Dash was jolted back from her self-doubting daydreams by the yellow pegasus. She had her hoof against Dash's leg. "Hey, calm down. You look nervous. Don't be." she smiled. Dash felt her legs turn to jelly. It took everything she had just to remain standing.
Rarity: Disrespect for personal space seems to be a recurring theme in this chapter.
If she weren't already in the shower, she'd have made a mental note never to wash that leg again. She glanced absently over her shoulder at Soarin', who was still showering farther up the line. She'd never anticipated a thought like this ever occurring, but right now, she wished he'd leave. What she wanted was privacy.
Dash: Can we stop? I'm not homophobic or anything, but this is making me uneasy.
Fallen: It's a bit soon, but we might as well.
Chapter 5: Rainbow Dash
Dash: Ugh.
Fallen: Beginning of the end, everyone. Prepare yourselves.
"WHAT?" Spitfire shouted back over the roar of the wind.
"I SAID," Dash called back, squinting hard against the gale, "THIS IS AWESOME!"
Rarity: I imagine it will not stay that way.
Dash: Well... it’s the Wonderbolts. I don’t think they’d-
Fallen: Would you have expected Big Mac, the Royal Guard, Pokey or Caramel?
Dash: ...I’m trying to cling to hope here.
"YEAH!" The Wonderbolt called back with a smile, her eyes hidden behind thick flight goggles. "LET'S TAKE IT THROUGH FROM THE TOP ONE MORE TIME!"
Fallen: But not even rehearsal could save the concert from being a total disaster.
With a flash through the sky, the cadre of fliers veered a sharp right. As a simple practice run of their stunt routine, they kept their performance in check, and special effects were at a minimum.
Rarity: Something that the director of Transformers: Dark of the Moon could learn to appreciate.
Fallen: Oh, come on!
Rarity: Am I wrong?
Fallen: ...
No crackling swarms of stormclouds followed them, and Rainbow Dash was so far from rainboom speeds she left no natural trail. But as they swept through the skies, scattering sparse clouds and cutting across the azure plain, their grace and concerted poise was as undeniable as ever.
Dash: But there's always that one pony who thinks it's all faked.
Their new guest kept up almost without a fault, and in what was only her third time through the routine, she held pace and matched every loop and curve, darting close to the ground when necessary, soaring high towards the sun when it was called for.
Rarity: That... may not be the safest thing to do.
The wind filled her ears, a dull roar that faded the world far below. Adrenalin coursed through her system. So long she'd looked forward to this moment that in the presence of it she found her mind had trouble keeping up.
Dash: See? Greatest day of my life! How could they even try to-
Fallen: Let it go, Rainbow.
As she wove through the flight patterns, hemmed in on either side by a flight pattern of Wonderbolts in full outfit, she kept clawing at it in her head. All she could think was how amazing it was, how real. Every second was overlaid with frantic thoughts.
Fallen: And then Dom Cobb woke up.
Rarity and Dash: Seriously?
Fallen: That was scary. Don’t do that anymore.
"This is really happening," she told herself, over and over, endlessly. "This is it. I'm flying with the Wonderbolts." She repeated it until it lost its effect.
Fallen: She had to start turning to harder drugs.
But it was all she could do to hold onto the present, as though focusing all her senses on it would make the experience last longer, give it some permanence. Tears streamed from the edges of her eyes as the young blue pegasus soared high and graceful. It was the perfect moment, tainted only in knowing that it would have to end.
Rarity: Were it so innocent...
"That was awesome!" Dash shouted for the third time, excitedly following Spitfire as the veteran Wonderbolt paced ahead over the marble tile of their Cloudsdale headquarters.
Dash: I HOPE it's like that. Even with their fame, I was afraid they'd just have some gym somewhere.
It was hardly an insightful thing to say, but Dash was swimming in endorphins and absolutely flushed with heady experience after flying with them, and it was a sentiment they could all share.
Fallen: Except Soarin', who just desperately wanted to get home.
Rarity: Given the plans spoken of in the prologue... I doubt Soarin' will be leaving.
Fallen: Well, aren't YOU Ms. Positivity.
Most of the others had gone their own ways, or lingered near the skyward track, and in the quiet of the off-season no spectators, reporters, or other interested parties crowded the spacious halls of the cloud-carved structure that served to house and train the team of amazing stunt-fliers.
Dash: That's pretty impressive. Carving clouds isn't as easy as you'd think.
The demanding precision and coordination of every careful movement had taken more out of Dash than a simple race for speed, or even a more complex routine like she'd occasionally attempted. It was care, teamwork, and accuracy that put an extra demand on top of everything.
Rarity: And yet your only concern is speed...
Dash: Hey! You know I practice tricks all the time! It's just always solo tricks. Since, you know, nopony else can keep up with me.
They hadn't been in the air more than an hour, and yet her wings were sore, her legs were tired from her outstretched posture, and her head was achey with near-whiplash at the daring loops and hairpin turns.
Fallen: Oh, real nice, assholes. Rape her while she's sore and exhausted.
And yet for all her post-flight weariness, her enthusiasm wouldn't let her energy wear. Giddy excitement kept Dash bouncing on her hooves, trotting eagerly beside her uniformed idol, gushing with starstruck adoration.
Rarity: How long will THAT last?
Fallen: Hang on, my phone has a stopwatch...
"You were great out there," Spitfire smiled warmly, her mellow and assuring demeanor doing nothing to calm Dash's hyperactive mood. If anything, her compliments only encouraged her.
Dash: Well, duh. It's Spitfire!
Dash clenched her eyes shut and grinned with uncontrollable energy, nearly shaking. She fought back a girlish squeal and pumped her front hooves in the air. "Thanks!" she bubbled, "You were great too! I mean, you're ALWAYS great! You all are! Wow, I'm just... I can't believe it! I can't believe I'm actually here with you! This is... Wow! I mean, just wow!" she ran excited circles around Spitfire as they both continued down the halls.
Dash: ...I think I've met her in person often enough to not instantly squeal at the sight of her. We're practically pals at this point!
Fallen: And if you had cell phones, you'd be bragging non-stop about having her on your contact list.
She had Rarity to thank for all of this.
Rarity: And with a single sentence, her fate is sealed.
Dash: Can you stop that? Seriously, I'm uncomfortable enough already.
Her mind kept coming back to it, and as long as she thought about it, she couldn't stop smiling.
With all the horrible stuff going on, all the stuff that Rarity and Applejack and Pinkie Pie had been through, leave it to her to pull together something to cheer everyone up.
Fallen: So Twilight hasn't said anything about the thing with Caramel?
Of course it would be her. Her generosity was almost unimaginable. Dash was always thankful to have her as a friend, but today, more than ever.
Fallen: I skimmed the epilogue. That won't last.
Rarity: Fantastic. Now I have something to look forward to...
Applejack was there. Real mad, talking up a storm about what they should do. Dash was on her side this time. Someone had to do something. Pinkie Pie didn't seem like she was taking it seriously. Fluttershy was there, but she was no help. Quiet, as usual. Twilight was pretty quiet too.
Rarity: And the others thought nothing of the fact?
Fallen: Seriously, the only one left who wasn't directly affected is Rainbow Dash. How do they not notice that her behavior's the only one that's mostly unchanged?
Everypony was waiting on her research, but she barely said anything. Just stayed in the corner. Said they should go to Princess Celestia, but AJ demanded one more day, like they'd agreed.
Rarity: Why are they still keeping it quiet!? If there is this much talk of it in Ponyville, I would be sure that Princess Celestia would be aware of events there!
Even Applejack's brother was there, that big red stallion. Big Mac? Smelled like dirt and hay. What was he doing there? It was guys like him that got them into this mess.
Dash: Whoa. What's with the stallion hate?
Fallen: You're supposed to be a lesbian in this.
Dash: Figures...
Then Rarity came in.
She had those tickets. A neat, floating stack of special all-day passes to the spa. AJ was almost insulted at first, that she could think of going to the spa at a time like this.
Fallen: Why? Nice and calming, great way to freshen up and kill the stench of rape...
But then Rarity had gotten all soft and quiet, she just lowered her head and said this was all she knew how to do. Fluttershy whispered to Applejack, and Dash overheard, that it was just her way of dealing with it,
Rarity: Doubtful.
and that seemed to change things. Fluttershy and Twilight jumped at the opportunity. AJ's expression changed. She smiled, all sympathetic, and graciously accepted. And of course Pinkie was in love with the idea.
Fallen: Then, the orgy.
Only Dash held out. She didn't want to go to some stupid spa. She needed to do something about this, find out who was behind this, kick their butt. And she was even more adamant when she found out that Rarity had only five tickets.
Dash: That's a bit mean.
Fallen: I know! Why leave the open homosexual out of the lesbian orgy?
Dash: ...you're kind of scaring me.
And that it was Dash, specifically, who wouldn't get one. That really soured things.
Rarity: Of course. I still had plans for her. Dreadful, AWFUL plans...
The others shook their heads. There was no way they could enjoy themselves at the spa if someone had to be left out. No pampering treatment was worth knowing one of their friends was miserable at home, dwelling on everything, stewing in their loneliness.
Dash: I OWN the whole Daring Do series now. I'd be fine at home alone. Heck, I'd have Tank with me too, so I wouldn't be lonely!
But then Rarity piped up again, and said Dash wouldn't be at home. She'd be out.
With the Wonderbolts.
Fallen: Out of curiosity, Dash, what's the most casual encounter you've had with any of the Wonderbolts?
Dash: Ran into Surprise at a club in Cloudsdale. That was a fun night...
Dash smiled. It wasn't long ago, but in the flurry of emotions that followed, she could barely remember the specifics how she reacted. Incredulous first, then ecstatic. Nobody could believe it - least of all Dash - but Rarity had somehow gotten a VIP pass. A day with the Wonderbolts.
Rarity: How?
The kind of prize Dash would have sent a thousand sweepstakes submissions for a chance at, and there it was, a laminated, glittering blue ticket floating in the air. All hers. No strings attached.
Only Rarity could be that generous.
Fallen: Normally, it'd be generosity. Here, though, she's being malicious and manipulative.
Dash forgot all about her blustering, aimless rage she'd been building, and she spun Rarity up, hugging her tight and nearly crashing out a window she had leapt so high. It was unreal.
Dash: Basically... too good to be true.
So the girls went off to their spa and she had blasted off to Cloudsdale, just sitting on the white steps to the Wonderbolts training academy until they finally opened up, and everything since then had been so good it might as well have been a dream.
Fallen: And then- no, wait, I already used that joke.
Everything was like she imagined it, only better, because this time it was actually happening.
Fallen: Same with the part that comes next, minus the "better" thing.
"Hey kid," came a voice, snapping the blue pegasus filly back to reality. Dash shook her head, glanced to Spitfire, who stood expectantly at a crossroads in the beautiful white halls of the academy. "I said c'mon. Let's go hit the showers."
Dash: Oh no.
Rarity: If ever there was a location made for rape...
Fallen: I was about to counter with prison, but... yeah, prison showers.
Rainbow Dash stared for a moment, swallowed hard. The actual shower room of the Wonderbolts. It would be like she was really part of the team. Behind the scenes, in the thick of everything. Only one thing could possibly make it better.
Spitfire.
Dash: So this me has a crush on Spitfire?
Fallen: Did you ever have a crush on-
Dash: EVERY little pegasus filly had a crush on Soarin'. I'm way over that.
The allure of the backstage areas, the day-long pass, even the privileged treatment, none of that seemed to matter when confronted with the opportunity to share a shower with Spitfire. In the intimate, private closeness of the Wonderbolts' very own shower room. Just the two of them. Together.
Fallen: O...kay. Which side is the consent on again?
Her wings quivered, and she held them close to her sides. "Yes!" Dash blurted, then recovered clumsily: "I mean, yeah. Sure. Let's hit the showers." She smiled. Tried not to show how eager she was for the opportunity.
Rarity: Knowing her, it must have been a failed attempt.
It didn't matter, though. Spitfire smirked, knowingly. She must have picked up on it. Gave her an odd, encouraging look. A raised brow. Practically bedroom eyes.
Rarity: I imagine they were.
Fallen: No shit, Sherlock.
Dash could barely take it. It had to be a dream. Maybe a very different kind of dream than she had first thought.
The kind she wouldn't tell her friends about.
Dash: That only happened ONCE!
Fallen: ...now you're scaring me.
The yellow pegasus led her on down the hall, and Dash followed anxiously, hot on her heels. Her eyes fell on her backside, watching Spitfire's toned legs and firm ass as the Wonderbolts veteran paced calmly across the marble tile, her hot orange tail swishing side to side over the cool blues of her uniform.
Fallen: Stop sexualizing the horses, author!
Dash almost melted. It was too good to be true. Her eyes caressed the flier's every curve, and her face turned red as her thoughts rapidly turned to unmentionable subjects.
Dash: Seriously. Why?
Together they reached the door to the shower room, far in the back of the Academy, near the tracks and training rooms. Far from all the other ponies. Goggles back on her head, Spitfire nudged the door open. "After you," she smiled. Dash was all too eager to oblige, and with a sheepish "Thanks", slipped in past her.
Rarity: Does that count as having multiple speakers in one paragraph?
Fallen: It... might.
She paused just after the doorway, taking in the room. Clean, shiny white tile and fine, polished wooden benches at intervals kept it as classy and impeccable as the rest of the lavish, regal academy.
Fallen: Obviously. Who wants to use a filthy shower?
The fixtures and showerheads were gilded, alternating gold and silver, all streaming hot water and filling the room with steam. It seemed a waste to keep all that water going, even when not in use, but there was no shortage of it in Cloudsdale, and it made the place seem almost mystical.
Rarity: A shower room with mystical properties?
Fallen: Maybe one of the faucets opens the gateway to Narnia.
It was a palace of a shower. Rainbow Dash's eyes wandered all about the open room, through the thick steam, taking it in, in awe. And best of all, it wasn't just any palatial shower room. It was the Wonderbolts palatial shower room.
Fallen: Do you just worship anything to do with the Wonderbolts?
Dash: You'd freak out too, if you were in your idol's house or workplace.
No, the best part was Spitfire. She came in right behind her. They really were going to shower together. It was really happening. Dash's mind started running in loops again, trying desperately to register the present as firmly as possible so it could be remembered perfectly.
Fallen: We get it, she's gay!
This was perfection, euphoria. A taste of heaven. She began to turn, to face Spitfire, when an unexpected development slowly wiped the smile from her face.
Fallen: "Nopony expects the Spanish Inquisition!"
Soarin' was there.
Dash: Uh...
Rarity: No division of the sexes for the shower?
The blue stallion stood on his hind legs, one fore hoof against the shower wall, washing himself beneath the steaming streams of hot water. He didn't have a stitch on, fully exposed before the two mares. He gave a brief glance to them, before returning to his shower, and nodded with a smile. "Hey girls!"
Rarity: Honestly, Soarin', have you no shame?
"Uhhh." Dash blushed brightly, eyes wide. She glanced away, more out of surprise than politeness.
"What's wrong?" Spitfire whispered, concerned.
Fallen: Soarin' in the mares' shower. That's a start.
"I didn't-... I mean, I guess I didn't realize the showers were co-ed." Dash muttered, trying not to seem as embarrassed as she was.
Dash: Why would they do that, though?
"Yeah, of course. We do everything together as a team." Spitfire shrugged.
"But he's... naked!"
Dash: Wait, why is that a problem? We're always naked! I should just be happy I'm seeing a Wonderbolt out of uniform!
Spitfire glanced to Soarin', then back to the other blue pegasus. She paused, cocked her head to one side, squinting at Dash as though she'd just been asked a trick question. After a long, uncomfortable moment of Dash averting her gaze, the yellow pony finally spoke up, uncertain. "So are you."
Dash: See? My point exactly!
"Oh. Ha, yeah." Dash murmured, sheepishly. She'd never encountered Soarin' out of his uniform quite like that, and it had been a little surprising to see the stark contrast of his natural blues.
Rarity: It sounds as if he suffers from depression.
She looked back at him. He was athletic, muscular and trim. Handsome, she guessed. But even he wasn't quite to her tastes. She knew plenty of fillies who clamored for Soarin's attention, but as for Dash, she only had eyes for one.
Dash: One of the fillies with eyes for Soarin'? Isn't that pedophilia?
Still, Dash mused, not quite realizing she was staring openly, he seemed to be in the best shape of the bunch. It seemed weird now that the addition of clothing made his nude state seem so striking and even suggestive, when it should have seemed normal.
Fallen: Seriously, human audience! Knock it off!
She was trying to figure out how to put that sentiment in words, and explain her odd behavior, but when she turned around the words were caught in her throat again, and her jaw dropped. Spitfire was stripping her uniform off, and the skintight fabric peeled off that bare, brilliant yellow form.
Fallen: Spitfire's a banana. That's my headcanon and I'm sticking to it.
Dash knew she shouldn't stare, but she was past the point of caring, let along being able to control herself. For her part, the mare was hardly discouraging to that gaze. She stretched, disrobing as casually as she could without losing that seductive flare.
Rarity: She is being deliberate. There is no doubt in my mind.
Every perfect curve along her body grew all the more sensual when left bare. The taut fabric peeled down her legs, rolled down her flank, and finally kicked off onto the floor. And even then, the blue pegasus filly couldn't pull herself together. All she could do was keep staring.
Fallen: Is the wingboner thing real?
Dash: Why would you even ask!?
Fallen: Because it's the obvious mental image right now.
Spitfire grinned suggestively, and pretended not to notice Dash's lusty gaze following her as she trotted past her, beneath the running showers.
Fallen: Wet-mane jokes would be too easy.
Dash startled when she heard a nearby scoff, and turned to see Soarin', still showering, shooting her a teasing smirk. "C'mon, girl. Act like you've had some."
She looked back, over a faint blush. "Oh, I have!" she returned with a proud grin. She was lying through her teeth.
Dash: Uh... am I lying about having sex before?
Fallen: You seem like the type who would.
"Hey kid, you coming or what?" Spitfire beckoned from beneath the showers.
Fallen: Oh, they all will be- (smacked by Rarity)
Her mane was soaked, slick and flat, long orange hair draped wet around her neck. She looked stunning this way, like a princess. A goddess. She could be Celestia's cousin.
Dash: Aren't most of her relatives alicorns or unicorns anyway?
Dash didn't need to be asked a second time. She hurried into the steamy showers, a thick mist of warm vapor hanging all around her legs and hot water pouring down from the ornate showerheads above. She sidled up next to the older yellow mare, as close as she could without seeming to intrude.
Rarity: How does one invade personal space without being intrusive?
She didn't want to ruin this. She wasn't going to make any sudden moves. She'd come too far to blow it now. Better to play it safe than sorry. After all, if nothing happened between them, she'd still have the whole day to look back fondly on.
Fallen: And that's getting ruined too.
She'd still be able to say she showered in the official Wonderbolts shower room, saw the academy the way only real Wonderbolts got to see it. She just... wouldn't be able to mess around with Spitfire.
Dash: I wouldn't WANT to!
She wouldn't want to miss the opportunity if it was there, but that was the worst that could happen. Right?
Fallen: Would we be here if that was the worst of it?
Rarity: If the previous chapters remained unchanged, then yes.
Again, Dash was jolted back from her self-doubting daydreams by the yellow pegasus. She had her hoof against Dash's leg. "Hey, calm down. You look nervous. Don't be." she smiled. Dash felt her legs turn to jelly. It took everything she had just to remain standing.
Rarity: Disrespect for personal space seems to be a recurring theme in this chapter.
If she weren't already in the shower, she'd have made a mental note never to wash that leg again. She glanced absently over her shoulder at Soarin', who was still showering farther up the line. She'd never anticipated a thought like this ever occurring, but right now, she wished he'd leave. What she wanted was privacy.
Dash: Can we stop? I'm not homophobic or anything, but this is making me uneasy.
Fallen: It's a bit soon, but we might as well.
Fallen: Tame beginnings, but they always are. Rarity, I know I won't have to ask how you're doing.
Rarity: No you will not.
Fallen: Awesome. How about you, Rainbow?
Dash: It's only the beginning and it's already bothering me so much.
Fallen: That didn't take long. The only other one to be this bothered by their chapter before the first break was Fluttershy.
Dash: I know, and I'm still apologizing to her for that, but I just can't take this anymore!
Rarity: We've only just begun, darling. What seems to be the issue so soon into the story?
Dash: It's not the story itself. It's this whole thing you people have in your heads about me liking other mares!
Fallen: What about it? It's so omnipresent that I thought you were just letting it slide.
Dash: NO! It's completely untrue, and it's so mean of everyone to just assume that! I don't even get why they do, either!
Fallen: I can explain it for you. There are a few reasons.
Dash: I was getting ready to say no, but... you know what? I want to know. What makes the fandom think I'm a lesbian?
Fallen: Well, one big thing is your mane and tail. The rainbow's usually used as a symbol for the LGBT community.
Dash: That makes a little bit of sense... but it's just my mane colors. I was born with all these colors in my mane. Kind of why I was named for it. I like it too much to dye it, too. Basically, that's a stupid reason. Next.
Fallen: The other giant line of reasoning is your tomboyish personality.
Dash: You can't be serious. Just because I don't act like a girl or like girly things?
Fallen: Basically.
Dash: You might as well call Applejack gay because of that too! What do they usually say about her?
Fallen: She... mostly plays into the conservative straight stereotype in the fandom's mind.
Dash: So it all gets thrown at me. How is that fair?
Fallen: It's... not?
Dash: It's not! How do my personality and the color of my mane automatically mean I like mares? It's discrimination, and I'm getting really sick of it!
Rarity: Such strong feelings on the subject. I would never have guessed. But if it's any consolation... I never made such assumptions about your sexual preference. As far as I am concerned, those I meet are straight unless stated otherwise.
Dash: Thanks, Rarity. That does help a bit.
Rarity: I'm glad. If only the story's caricature of me could have that mentality...
Fallen: If we're done with the feel-fest over there, we still have a story to riff.
(Buzzer sounds.)
All: We've got story sign!
Rarity: No you will not.
Fallen: Awesome. How about you, Rainbow?
Dash: It's only the beginning and it's already bothering me so much.
Fallen: That didn't take long. The only other one to be this bothered by their chapter before the first break was Fluttershy.
Dash: I know, and I'm still apologizing to her for that, but I just can't take this anymore!
Rarity: We've only just begun, darling. What seems to be the issue so soon into the story?
Dash: It's not the story itself. It's this whole thing you people have in your heads about me liking other mares!
Fallen: What about it? It's so omnipresent that I thought you were just letting it slide.
Dash: NO! It's completely untrue, and it's so mean of everyone to just assume that! I don't even get why they do, either!
Fallen: I can explain it for you. There are a few reasons.
Dash: I was getting ready to say no, but... you know what? I want to know. What makes the fandom think I'm a lesbian?
Fallen: Well, one big thing is your mane and tail. The rainbow's usually used as a symbol for the LGBT community.
Dash: That makes a little bit of sense... but it's just my mane colors. I was born with all these colors in my mane. Kind of why I was named for it. I like it too much to dye it, too. Basically, that's a stupid reason. Next.
Fallen: The other giant line of reasoning is your tomboyish personality.
Dash: You can't be serious. Just because I don't act like a girl or like girly things?
Fallen: Basically.
Dash: You might as well call Applejack gay because of that too! What do they usually say about her?
Fallen: She... mostly plays into the conservative straight stereotype in the fandom's mind.
Dash: So it all gets thrown at me. How is that fair?
Fallen: It's... not?
Dash: It's not! How do my personality and the color of my mane automatically mean I like mares? It's discrimination, and I'm getting really sick of it!
Rarity: Such strong feelings on the subject. I would never have guessed. But if it's any consolation... I never made such assumptions about your sexual preference. As far as I am concerned, those I meet are straight unless stated otherwise.
Dash: Thanks, Rarity. That does help a bit.
Rarity: I'm glad. If only the story's caricature of me could have that mentality...
Fallen: If we're done with the feel-fest over there, we still have a story to riff.
(Buzzer sounds.)
All: We've got story sign!
Dash tried to relax. Let the water cascade over her head, run down her back, drape her multicolored hair down around her neck. She reluctantly closed her eyes, not wanting to miss the world around her for a second.
Fallen: ...then keep your eyes open.
She was surrounded by warm darkness. The water bore down on her, and for a brief instant, she almost felt the room slipping away.
She felt a hoof on her again, this time resting gently on her side. She opened her eyes slowly, turning to Spitfire with a much more relaxed expression, an accepting smile.
Rarity: Which will soon be wiped from her face.
"Look," Spitfire began, gently, "You've got some great moves. You proved out there what kind of a flier you are. Recruitment opens in the Fall. I don't want to get your hopes up, but with skills like yours... well. You've got more than a shot. I bet you'd like to be here as an official member. It could happen, maybe."
Dash: What I wouldn't give to hear that...
She patted the blue filly for a moment. Dash looked slowly down at the ground, her soaked mane draping all around her face, hemming in her vision. She thought about the prospect. Maybe. The potential reality.
Rarity: I never knew Rainbow Dash was so learned in theoretical sciences!
The voice sounded far away, muffled under the downpour from the showers. Her mouth was dry, and she didn't know why.
Fallen: It’s a shower room. Water everywhere, and the water coming down on you is clean to drink. You can fix that problem.
A hoof slapped her haunches without warning, an encouraging kind of slap between athletes, perhaps, but then the young VIP guest pushed her hair out of her face to see Spitfire grinning suggestively at her.
Rarity: I imagine this to be a horror film in which she seduces her into her lair and slits her throat.
Fallen: ...remind me to never watch horror movies with you.
"Of course," the yellow pegasus mused, wreathed in steam, shiny and clean and wet. "Of course, there's other ways. Every now and again we run into a very special colt or filly who just..." she paused, stepping a little closer. "...needs to be part of the team."
Fallen: Prostitution. The lowest of lows.
Rarity: I know it well...
Fallen: Wait, all this time I try to skirt around it, and YOU’RE the one who overtly says it?
Rarity: You do a very poor job of-
Fallen: I said “try.”
Dash's heart nearly stopped.
Now or never.
Dash: I pick never! I can't even imagine what they'd think of me if I tried to hit on any of them, let alone sleep with them!
Dash stepped forward, bringing her mouth to Spitfire's in a move that was just shy of a headbutt. It was unabashedly eager, clumsy, but passionate. But when she found her lips with her own, it didn't matter. Spitfire kissed back, just as eager.
Fallen: You officially started it, Dashie. Mouth rape.
Dash: WHAT!?
Dash's tight chest relaxed. She sighed out her nose. Her heart felt like it was beating again. The older yellow flier pulled her close, forcefully, parting her lips and licking at her tongue and kissing and breathing and moaning against her mouth.
Fallen: That... makes open-mouth kissing look animalistic and unpleasant.
Their tongues played across each other, Dash's eyes nearly rolled back, and under the steamy waters they pulled each other close with a kind of passion that bordered on ferocity, as though they might drift away if they stopped holding on.
Rarity: If only. Then this might be over.
When they finally broke the kiss, Dash was gasping for air; she had been so consumed by the kiss she barely paused to inhale. "Yes," she panted, breathily. "Yes, yes yes YES Spitfire oh my gosh you have no idea-" she began to ramble, only to be wrapped up in another incredible kiss.
Fallen: If that actually works, someone might want to try that out on Pinkie more often.
Dash: No. Every ounce of no.
She saw stars. It was the best day of her life. The best second. In the back of her mind, for a fleeting second, she made a note.
Fallen: It all comes back to Death Note, doesn’t it. Of course.
She had to remember to thank Rarity.
Dash: I can tell I’m going to want to KILL her after this.
Rarity: ...I’ve stopped allowing comments like that to get to me. This version of me is truly despicable.
Spitfire kissed passionately up her neck, near her ear, across her mouth. She bit gently at her lips, pulled at them with her own, and when Dash moved her tongue out to encircle her mouth with its tip, the yellow flier sucked on it softly. Dash moaned, mouth hanging open.
Fallen: The flies nested immediately inside of it.
It was too much. Rainbow Dash couldn't even see straight. Here she was, in the Wonderbolts shower room, making out with her idol, in a way she'd never made out with anyone in her entire life.
Fallen: Probably because she HAS never made out with anyone-
Dash: I will end you if you finish that sentence.
They broke off only after several minutes of this, but it was too soon for Dash. She whimpered anxiously, uncomfortably aroused now, eager for more. The yellow Wonderbolt circled around her slowly, and as she followed her with her gaze, Dash caught something out of the corner of her eye.
Fallen: Ah shit, it’s Prisoner Zero.
She glanced over to see Soarin' standing under the opposite row of fixtures, facing them. He was watching them rather openly, a very broad, utterly pleased smile on his face.
Dash: That’s... really creepy.
He made no attempt to hide his erection, which stood twitching visibly beneath him, stiff and straining. "Oh, don't mind me, girls." he smirked, looking Dash straight in the eyes. He was totally unashamed.
Rarity: UGH! Such an appalling display!
"Uhh..." Dash whispered to Soaren out the side of her mouth.
"Shhh," Spitfire back, standing behind her.
"Spitfire, we've got an audience." She whispered more urgently.
Dash: “And they’re recording everything!”
"So what?" the Wonderbolt whispered back, placing her hooves front on Dash's haunches. "Getting performance anxiety, kid?" She smiled softly, brushed the blue pegasus's wet tail aside, and rubbed slowly against her bared,
Fallen: Okay, the word “bared” is getting hellishly old.
delicate little lips. That was all it took to make her forget her voyeur. She shivered, let out a loud gasp, and looked back, over her shoulder, at her partner. Spitfire didn't look away. She met her gaze, the veteran's fiery eyes looking deep into Dash's own, and didn't stop rubbing for a second.
Dash: There was one point where she stopped for a whole minute, but never just a second.
Dash's hips shifted anxiously from side to side. Her rear legs shuffled impatiently. The feeling was electric, incredible. It made her shoulders shake. But it wasn't enough. She wanted more.
Fallen: And that’s how addictions start.
"Wanna lie down?" Spitfire asked. Dash rolled onto the ground so fast she nearly hurt herself, lying on her back beneath the downpouring water, blanketed by steam like a sauna.
Fallen: Have you ever been anywhere near a sauna in your life, Rainbow?
Dash: Not often, but I’ve gone before.
Rarity: I remember you refusing the hooficure...
Dash: You’re REALLY gonna bring that up?
She watched as Spitfire climbed on top of her, sideways. The flier's legs splayed, crossing her own. Her eyes flickered open and shut in indecision. Part of her wanted to shut out the distractions of the visual world and focus on nothing but the sensation that was to come.
Fallen: Don’t say “come” ever again.
Another part couldn't bear to miss a second of it, wanted to record every second of it in a mental catalog, for all the sweaty, urgent, primal memories to come.
Fallen: The fuck did I just say!?
Between them, they kept Dash inhaling shallow, almost holding her breath, her wide eyes flickering between open and shut as Spitfire mounted her, legs crossed together. She lowered herself, hips against Dash's.
Rarity: Why did that create the image of a massive construction crane lowering?
Fallen: I have no idea, but hell, I’ll run with it.
Her eyes wrenched shut, focusing on the incredible, intimate sensation. The young blue filly sighed, shivered. Felt the yellow pegasus's soft, wet lips against her own. Pressed together at their most sensitive spot.
Dash: Can I just not be here right now? I’m really not a fan of where this is going.
Over the sounds of the water, she heard Spitfire moan, just as she began to move, grinding against her. And then...
Fallen: Nuclear armageddon.
Nothing.
Dash: Wh... what?
She waited a moment, feeling Spitfire's hips rubbing against hers, her thighs interlocking with her own. Felt the dull, odd sensation of that bared yellow pussy grinding against her own.
Dash opened her eyes, looking down.
Fallen: There was a Diglett trying to get in on the action.
The Wonderbolt was moaning, head thrown back in euphoric abandon as she rubbed back and forth, unsteadily grinding against her. Her whole body quivered with a palpable ecstasy, an invisible thing, seen only through the effects it rendered upon her.
Rarity: If this is somehow meant to titillate, would it not be more effective to describe it from Spitfire’s perspective?
She was lost, like Dash was moments ago.
But Dash didn't feel it.
Dash: What the hay!?
Rarity: The story must have made me do something to her that would not let her feel the touch of a mare!
Fallen: You're... brute-forcing her straight, basically.
She could see the pleasure on Spitfire's face. That much was clear. Legs hooked in a tangle, hips grinding at each other, delicate, slippery wet pussy lips rubbing sensuously together.
Fallen: And she can feel none of it.
Dash: This is just SICK!
Spitfire was lost to the moment. The invisible waves of passion left their passing mark on her face and body, which was flushed and shaking. But Dash couldn't feel it herself.
Rarity: I don’t even know any magic that could negate that sensation! How could one even discreetly cast a spell such as this?
Fallen: Can’t have been another herbal thing? We never saw you cast a spell, but we never saw you drug anyone but Big Macintosh, either.
It felt clumsy, even dull. It was like using her hooves, but with less pressure, less precision. She closed her eyes tight, tried to zero in on the sensation. The unique feel of those tender petals against her own.
Fallen: ...she’s masturbating with flowers?
When that didn't work, she opened her eyes again, focused on the sight of yellow on blue, the naughty image of their joined, slick lips together like an impossibly intimate kiss. That didn't work either. The texture, the tactile response, it was incredible, unique.
Rarity: How could the effects of whatever was done to her be so specific? Realistically, it should numb all sensation!
Fallen: Realistically, nothing should be numbed right now.
But the pleasure was like grinding against a pillow. That hadn't been enough for Dash in years, and at least with that she had better control.
Fallen: Rarity, you horrible, evil BITCH. You just- I can't even. This might be the worst thing you could do to someone, and I'm seriously pissed that I'm reading about it.
The blue filly shifted on the floor underneath Spitfire. She tried to bring her hips up. Rubbed in response. Began to grind back. Propped herself up on her fore hooves, trying to buck up in rhythm. Nothing worked.
Fallen: “FUCK! Even in the FUTURE, nothing works!”
It didn't feel bad or anything, but she was never going to finish like this, not in a million years. She needed more. But no matter how she shifted or repositioned, it wasn't doing it for her.
Rarity: There is no good reason for her to not be feeling anything!
Fallen: I’m not kidding. My rage at this is beyond worded expression.
Frustration grew visibly on her face. Here she was, legs locked together with her very idol, and she couldn't even begin to get off. Another minute passed, then two, and it was only getting more uncomfortable. She felt like she was going crazy.
Fallen: Wouldn’t be a first for you. Your little episode when you had to perform the sonic rainboom counts as crazy in my book.
Dash: I try not to remember that part of the day.
Spitfire was shivering and moaning, but her reaction only made her more upset, wondering how she could be feeling so incredible. What was she missing?
Rarity: I wouldn’t know. But what I seem to be missing in this story is THE ENTIRE POINT OF THE PLAN!
Unable to stand it any longer, Dash pushed herself up and stood again under the hot showers. Spitfire, too lost in the pleasure of the moment, was too out of it to stand with her, and merely looked up to the blue pegasus from the floor, lying overwhelmed on her back.
Fallen: I want to make a comment, but everything would be too easy.
She just needed to try something else, that was all. They had all day. There were plenty of things to try together.
Dash: Tell me she doesn’t go for the ropes and gags...
She planted her hind legs firmly on the pearly white shower room tile but dropped her front down, bringing her face between the yellow flier's thighs, face less than an inch from her bared little mound.
Rarity: The euphemisms return. My elation is infinite.
Those delicate lips, glistening wet, framed by streams of water that trickled beneath the downpour, even trailed from Dash's soaked rainbow mane which hung about her neck.
Fallen: Shit, the lynch mob got to her mane...
She leant down gently, tongue out, licking gently across that perfect pussy, parting her lips to either side, running from bottom to top with the tip of her tongue.
Fallen: Of course. When in doubt, eat her out.
Rarity: I’m very concerned for you.
She tasted like honey. Absolutely, exactly like honey. Spitfire shivered uncontrollably and dropped her head back flat on the shower room floor, gasping something Dash couldn't understand. That worked, she thought. She smiled. This was better.
Dash: She’s not even doing anything to me right now!
Fallen: It’d probably register just as well as the scissoring was earlier.
She did her best to focus on the reality of the situation, trying to reconcile the fact she was actually here, going down on her idol. Moaning through her open mouth as her tongue went to work, teasing those soft lips. She was incredible, Dash thought. Beautiful. Sensuous. Delicious.
Dash: Can I please unsee all of that? I REALLY don’t like reading about me getting intimate with Spitfire.
In the middle of that perfect moment, Dash slowly became aware of a sensation behind her. At first she dismissed it, thought it was just her own tail drenched under the water, brushing her backside. But after a moment it was too much to deny, something poking her from the back.
Rarity: I detect another horror moment. Perhaps the poking is from a knife...
Fallen: Seriously, you’re unnerving me.
She reluctantly pulled her head away from between Spitfire's legs and glanced over her shoulder to her raised haunches, and quickly snapped out of her dreamy state.
Fallen: Stop saying “dream.” I already used up the Inception joke a while ago.
Soarin' was standing behind her, nuzzling at her inner thighs, breathing in deep and taking in her intimate scent. Her mouth dropped open and she blushed hard, almost incredulous.
Fallen: What’s this? Sex about to happen in the sex scene? Unthinkable!
She was about to say something when the blue stallion rose up a little, placing his hooves on either side of her hips and shifting up closer to her without a word. As he sidled up closer, bringing his hips close to her, he noticed her watching and locked eyes, giving her a soft smile.
Dash: I shouldn’t be reading this.
Fallen: No one should ever read it, because it should never have been written. But it was, so we are.
It must have been meant to be reassuring. Instead, it sent Dash's heart running like a racehorse. This was not a good position to be in. Not at all.
Rarity: It was uncomfortable, and her legs were bent in almost unnatural positions.
His erection brushed her inner thigh, and Dash turned urgently to Spitfire, still beneath her. She gave the pinned pegasus a frightened, almost panicked look.
"You look like you've seen a ghost," Spitfire moaned with a smile and a sort of passive laugh.
Fallen: Oh, don’t mind Bruce Willis. He’s content with just standing and watching from the aisle.
"Spitfire!" Dash whispered, hissing through her teeth. Her eyes were huge, scared, and she gestured back, nodding over her shoulder. "T-tell him to stop!" she urged. Soarin' was rubbing himself against her thighs, and slowly moved up to her soaked, anxious pussy.
Rarity: This must be torture for her! How is this meant to be helpful!?
In a move that did nothing but panic Dash further, the yellow pegasus reached up and draped her front hooves around the back of Dash's neck, against her shoulders. She raised her brows. Her face looked genuinely sympathetic, but not particularly concerned. "Sorry, kid. We're... kind of a package deal."
Fallen: Your idols apparently whore themselves out to anypony with a VIP pass. En masse.
Dash: NO! I've met them a bunch of times, and they're not like that! Everything about this story is WRONG!
"What?!" Dash gasped, now legitimately frightened. Panic had set in faster than a summer rainstorm. She could feel the tip of that slippery erection starting to part her lips from behind, and she stiffened up.
Fallen: She’s not alone.
Rarity: FALLEN!
"Shhh," Spitfire whispered, cooing, pulling Dash's head down a bit and nipping at the worried filly's ear, "C'mon, Rainbow, be a team player."
She was only getting more distraught. "But I don't even LIKE boys that w-!"
Dash: No. Don’t even start again.
She never finished that sentence. Behind her, Soarin clamped his hooves in on her bare hips and without ceremony rolled his hips forward in one firm buck, slamming half of the entire length of his impressive cock into Rainbow Dash's slick pussy.
Rarity: My list of words and phrases that this story has made me wish to never hear again is reaching critical mass.
She was small, muscular, and had never been penetrated before, but also so worked up he went in smooth and fast, feeling that heavenly tightness around his aching shaft without having to fight its resistance.
"NOOO!"
Fallen: Great. Now I’m imagining Rainbow Dash as Darth Vader.
Dash nearly bit her tongue off, jaw snapping shut with overwhelmed sensation, eyes going wide and glazing over, losing focus. The world blurred, sounds fell away, and her soaked wings snapped out fully to either side with sudden surprise.
Fallen: AHA! Wingboner!
Dash: Oh, shut up.
It was like a bomb had gone off. Soarin was in her all the way to the hilt, more inches than she could count,
Rarity: Such an easy joke could be made here about exactly how high she can count...
but certainly not more than she could feel. He filled her up so fully she couldn't even move for fear of making it worse, and she felt utterly stretched.
Dash: That sounds SO painful.
Rarity: The first time is for some.
She was violated. Impaled by that thick, twitching cock. Taken by surprise. By a boy. Penetrated by a stallion. A STALLION. A boy.
Fallen: Can you say it another dozen times? I don’t think it’s sunken in yet.
Soarin' was one of her greatest heroes, but she felt nothing for him but platonic admiration. No love. Certainly no desire. Not like this. It was repulsive. Vile. How could he do this? Why would he do this? Why would Spitfire just let him do this?
Fallen: In reverse order? Because of the reason, because of the reason, and with his penis.
He pulled his hips back slowly, drawing out of her quivering, soaking wet pussy. The feeling of even the slightest movement was painful, overwhelming, blanked her expression again, and the shower room all but disappeared.
Rarity: Once again, intercourse that tears the very fabric of reality.
Fallen: How the hell is that a theme?
Her mind couldn't form coherent thoughts, her consciousness descending into something like a blaring siren, filled with nothing but primal notions. Panic. Pain. Struggle. Run.
Dash: Where’s breathing in there? Isn’t that important?
Her brain screamed at her, her legs quivered and began to buckle, and she couldn't even begin to process the horrible reality. Now several inches out, he finally stopped moving.
Rarity: The paralysis spell must be taking hold.
But before her senses could return to her, he slammed his hips forward again, forcefully, slapping against her raised ass, driving his cock all the way inside, to the hilt.
Dash: I can't take much more of this...
Dash climaxed instantly.
Dash: STOP! For Celestia's sake, just STOP!
Fallen: Yeah, good idea.
Fallen: ...then keep your eyes open.
She was surrounded by warm darkness. The water bore down on her, and for a brief instant, she almost felt the room slipping away.
She felt a hoof on her again, this time resting gently on her side. She opened her eyes slowly, turning to Spitfire with a much more relaxed expression, an accepting smile.
Rarity: Which will soon be wiped from her face.
"Look," Spitfire began, gently, "You've got some great moves. You proved out there what kind of a flier you are. Recruitment opens in the Fall. I don't want to get your hopes up, but with skills like yours... well. You've got more than a shot. I bet you'd like to be here as an official member. It could happen, maybe."
Dash: What I wouldn't give to hear that...
She patted the blue filly for a moment. Dash looked slowly down at the ground, her soaked mane draping all around her face, hemming in her vision. She thought about the prospect. Maybe. The potential reality.
Rarity: I never knew Rainbow Dash was so learned in theoretical sciences!
The voice sounded far away, muffled under the downpour from the showers. Her mouth was dry, and she didn't know why.
Fallen: It’s a shower room. Water everywhere, and the water coming down on you is clean to drink. You can fix that problem.
A hoof slapped her haunches without warning, an encouraging kind of slap between athletes, perhaps, but then the young VIP guest pushed her hair out of her face to see Spitfire grinning suggestively at her.
Rarity: I imagine this to be a horror film in which she seduces her into her lair and slits her throat.
Fallen: ...remind me to never watch horror movies with you.
"Of course," the yellow pegasus mused, wreathed in steam, shiny and clean and wet. "Of course, there's other ways. Every now and again we run into a very special colt or filly who just..." she paused, stepping a little closer. "...needs to be part of the team."
Fallen: Prostitution. The lowest of lows.
Rarity: I know it well...
Fallen: Wait, all this time I try to skirt around it, and YOU’RE the one who overtly says it?
Rarity: You do a very poor job of-
Fallen: I said “try.”
Dash's heart nearly stopped.
Now or never.
Dash: I pick never! I can't even imagine what they'd think of me if I tried to hit on any of them, let alone sleep with them!
Dash stepped forward, bringing her mouth to Spitfire's in a move that was just shy of a headbutt. It was unabashedly eager, clumsy, but passionate. But when she found her lips with her own, it didn't matter. Spitfire kissed back, just as eager.
Fallen: You officially started it, Dashie. Mouth rape.
Dash: WHAT!?
Dash's tight chest relaxed. She sighed out her nose. Her heart felt like it was beating again. The older yellow flier pulled her close, forcefully, parting her lips and licking at her tongue and kissing and breathing and moaning against her mouth.
Fallen: That... makes open-mouth kissing look animalistic and unpleasant.
Their tongues played across each other, Dash's eyes nearly rolled back, and under the steamy waters they pulled each other close with a kind of passion that bordered on ferocity, as though they might drift away if they stopped holding on.
Rarity: If only. Then this might be over.
When they finally broke the kiss, Dash was gasping for air; she had been so consumed by the kiss she barely paused to inhale. "Yes," she panted, breathily. "Yes, yes yes YES Spitfire oh my gosh you have no idea-" she began to ramble, only to be wrapped up in another incredible kiss.
Fallen: If that actually works, someone might want to try that out on Pinkie more often.
Dash: No. Every ounce of no.
She saw stars. It was the best day of her life. The best second. In the back of her mind, for a fleeting second, she made a note.
Fallen: It all comes back to Death Note, doesn’t it. Of course.
She had to remember to thank Rarity.
Dash: I can tell I’m going to want to KILL her after this.
Rarity: ...I’ve stopped allowing comments like that to get to me. This version of me is truly despicable.
Spitfire kissed passionately up her neck, near her ear, across her mouth. She bit gently at her lips, pulled at them with her own, and when Dash moved her tongue out to encircle her mouth with its tip, the yellow flier sucked on it softly. Dash moaned, mouth hanging open.
Fallen: The flies nested immediately inside of it.
It was too much. Rainbow Dash couldn't even see straight. Here she was, in the Wonderbolts shower room, making out with her idol, in a way she'd never made out with anyone in her entire life.
Fallen: Probably because she HAS never made out with anyone-
Dash: I will end you if you finish that sentence.
They broke off only after several minutes of this, but it was too soon for Dash. She whimpered anxiously, uncomfortably aroused now, eager for more. The yellow Wonderbolt circled around her slowly, and as she followed her with her gaze, Dash caught something out of the corner of her eye.
Fallen: Ah shit, it’s Prisoner Zero.
She glanced over to see Soarin' standing under the opposite row of fixtures, facing them. He was watching them rather openly, a very broad, utterly pleased smile on his face.
Dash: That’s... really creepy.
He made no attempt to hide his erection, which stood twitching visibly beneath him, stiff and straining. "Oh, don't mind me, girls." he smirked, looking Dash straight in the eyes. He was totally unashamed.
Rarity: UGH! Such an appalling display!
"Uhh..." Dash whispered to Soaren out the side of her mouth.
"Shhh," Spitfire back, standing behind her.
"Spitfire, we've got an audience." She whispered more urgently.
Dash: “And they’re recording everything!”
"So what?" the Wonderbolt whispered back, placing her hooves front on Dash's haunches. "Getting performance anxiety, kid?" She smiled softly, brushed the blue pegasus's wet tail aside, and rubbed slowly against her bared,
Fallen: Okay, the word “bared” is getting hellishly old.
delicate little lips. That was all it took to make her forget her voyeur. She shivered, let out a loud gasp, and looked back, over her shoulder, at her partner. Spitfire didn't look away. She met her gaze, the veteran's fiery eyes looking deep into Dash's own, and didn't stop rubbing for a second.
Dash: There was one point where she stopped for a whole minute, but never just a second.
Dash's hips shifted anxiously from side to side. Her rear legs shuffled impatiently. The feeling was electric, incredible. It made her shoulders shake. But it wasn't enough. She wanted more.
Fallen: And that’s how addictions start.
"Wanna lie down?" Spitfire asked. Dash rolled onto the ground so fast she nearly hurt herself, lying on her back beneath the downpouring water, blanketed by steam like a sauna.
Fallen: Have you ever been anywhere near a sauna in your life, Rainbow?
Dash: Not often, but I’ve gone before.
Rarity: I remember you refusing the hooficure...
Dash: You’re REALLY gonna bring that up?
She watched as Spitfire climbed on top of her, sideways. The flier's legs splayed, crossing her own. Her eyes flickered open and shut in indecision. Part of her wanted to shut out the distractions of the visual world and focus on nothing but the sensation that was to come.
Fallen: Don’t say “come” ever again.
Another part couldn't bear to miss a second of it, wanted to record every second of it in a mental catalog, for all the sweaty, urgent, primal memories to come.
Fallen: The fuck did I just say!?
Between them, they kept Dash inhaling shallow, almost holding her breath, her wide eyes flickering between open and shut as Spitfire mounted her, legs crossed together. She lowered herself, hips against Dash's.
Rarity: Why did that create the image of a massive construction crane lowering?
Fallen: I have no idea, but hell, I’ll run with it.
Her eyes wrenched shut, focusing on the incredible, intimate sensation. The young blue filly sighed, shivered. Felt the yellow pegasus's soft, wet lips against her own. Pressed together at their most sensitive spot.
Dash: Can I just not be here right now? I’m really not a fan of where this is going.
Over the sounds of the water, she heard Spitfire moan, just as she began to move, grinding against her. And then...
Fallen: Nuclear armageddon.
Nothing.
Dash: Wh... what?
She waited a moment, feeling Spitfire's hips rubbing against hers, her thighs interlocking with her own. Felt the dull, odd sensation of that bared yellow pussy grinding against her own.
Dash opened her eyes, looking down.
Fallen: There was a Diglett trying to get in on the action.
The Wonderbolt was moaning, head thrown back in euphoric abandon as she rubbed back and forth, unsteadily grinding against her. Her whole body quivered with a palpable ecstasy, an invisible thing, seen only through the effects it rendered upon her.
Rarity: If this is somehow meant to titillate, would it not be more effective to describe it from Spitfire’s perspective?
She was lost, like Dash was moments ago.
But Dash didn't feel it.
Dash: What the hay!?
Rarity: The story must have made me do something to her that would not let her feel the touch of a mare!
Fallen: You're... brute-forcing her straight, basically.
She could see the pleasure on Spitfire's face. That much was clear. Legs hooked in a tangle, hips grinding at each other, delicate, slippery wet pussy lips rubbing sensuously together.
Fallen: And she can feel none of it.
Dash: This is just SICK!
Spitfire was lost to the moment. The invisible waves of passion left their passing mark on her face and body, which was flushed and shaking. But Dash couldn't feel it herself.
Rarity: I don’t even know any magic that could negate that sensation! How could one even discreetly cast a spell such as this?
Fallen: Can’t have been another herbal thing? We never saw you cast a spell, but we never saw you drug anyone but Big Macintosh, either.
It felt clumsy, even dull. It was like using her hooves, but with less pressure, less precision. She closed her eyes tight, tried to zero in on the sensation. The unique feel of those tender petals against her own.
Fallen: ...she’s masturbating with flowers?
When that didn't work, she opened her eyes again, focused on the sight of yellow on blue, the naughty image of their joined, slick lips together like an impossibly intimate kiss. That didn't work either. The texture, the tactile response, it was incredible, unique.
Rarity: How could the effects of whatever was done to her be so specific? Realistically, it should numb all sensation!
Fallen: Realistically, nothing should be numbed right now.
But the pleasure was like grinding against a pillow. That hadn't been enough for Dash in years, and at least with that she had better control.
Fallen: Rarity, you horrible, evil BITCH. You just- I can't even. This might be the worst thing you could do to someone, and I'm seriously pissed that I'm reading about it.
The blue filly shifted on the floor underneath Spitfire. She tried to bring her hips up. Rubbed in response. Began to grind back. Propped herself up on her fore hooves, trying to buck up in rhythm. Nothing worked.
Fallen: “FUCK! Even in the FUTURE, nothing works!”
It didn't feel bad or anything, but she was never going to finish like this, not in a million years. She needed more. But no matter how she shifted or repositioned, it wasn't doing it for her.
Rarity: There is no good reason for her to not be feeling anything!
Fallen: I’m not kidding. My rage at this is beyond worded expression.
Frustration grew visibly on her face. Here she was, legs locked together with her very idol, and she couldn't even begin to get off. Another minute passed, then two, and it was only getting more uncomfortable. She felt like she was going crazy.
Fallen: Wouldn’t be a first for you. Your little episode when you had to perform the sonic rainboom counts as crazy in my book.
Dash: I try not to remember that part of the day.
Spitfire was shivering and moaning, but her reaction only made her more upset, wondering how she could be feeling so incredible. What was she missing?
Rarity: I wouldn’t know. But what I seem to be missing in this story is THE ENTIRE POINT OF THE PLAN!
Unable to stand it any longer, Dash pushed herself up and stood again under the hot showers. Spitfire, too lost in the pleasure of the moment, was too out of it to stand with her, and merely looked up to the blue pegasus from the floor, lying overwhelmed on her back.
Fallen: I want to make a comment, but everything would be too easy.
She just needed to try something else, that was all. They had all day. There were plenty of things to try together.
Dash: Tell me she doesn’t go for the ropes and gags...
She planted her hind legs firmly on the pearly white shower room tile but dropped her front down, bringing her face between the yellow flier's thighs, face less than an inch from her bared little mound.
Rarity: The euphemisms return. My elation is infinite.
Those delicate lips, glistening wet, framed by streams of water that trickled beneath the downpour, even trailed from Dash's soaked rainbow mane which hung about her neck.
Fallen: Shit, the lynch mob got to her mane...
She leant down gently, tongue out, licking gently across that perfect pussy, parting her lips to either side, running from bottom to top with the tip of her tongue.
Fallen: Of course. When in doubt, eat her out.
Rarity: I’m very concerned for you.
She tasted like honey. Absolutely, exactly like honey. Spitfire shivered uncontrollably and dropped her head back flat on the shower room floor, gasping something Dash couldn't understand. That worked, she thought. She smiled. This was better.
Dash: She’s not even doing anything to me right now!
Fallen: It’d probably register just as well as the scissoring was earlier.
She did her best to focus on the reality of the situation, trying to reconcile the fact she was actually here, going down on her idol. Moaning through her open mouth as her tongue went to work, teasing those soft lips. She was incredible, Dash thought. Beautiful. Sensuous. Delicious.
Dash: Can I please unsee all of that? I REALLY don’t like reading about me getting intimate with Spitfire.
In the middle of that perfect moment, Dash slowly became aware of a sensation behind her. At first she dismissed it, thought it was just her own tail drenched under the water, brushing her backside. But after a moment it was too much to deny, something poking her from the back.
Rarity: I detect another horror moment. Perhaps the poking is from a knife...
Fallen: Seriously, you’re unnerving me.
She reluctantly pulled her head away from between Spitfire's legs and glanced over her shoulder to her raised haunches, and quickly snapped out of her dreamy state.
Fallen: Stop saying “dream.” I already used up the Inception joke a while ago.
Soarin' was standing behind her, nuzzling at her inner thighs, breathing in deep and taking in her intimate scent. Her mouth dropped open and she blushed hard, almost incredulous.
Fallen: What’s this? Sex about to happen in the sex scene? Unthinkable!
She was about to say something when the blue stallion rose up a little, placing his hooves on either side of her hips and shifting up closer to her without a word. As he sidled up closer, bringing his hips close to her, he noticed her watching and locked eyes, giving her a soft smile.
Dash: I shouldn’t be reading this.
Fallen: No one should ever read it, because it should never have been written. But it was, so we are.
It must have been meant to be reassuring. Instead, it sent Dash's heart running like a racehorse. This was not a good position to be in. Not at all.
Rarity: It was uncomfortable, and her legs were bent in almost unnatural positions.
His erection brushed her inner thigh, and Dash turned urgently to Spitfire, still beneath her. She gave the pinned pegasus a frightened, almost panicked look.
"You look like you've seen a ghost," Spitfire moaned with a smile and a sort of passive laugh.
Fallen: Oh, don’t mind Bruce Willis. He’s content with just standing and watching from the aisle.
"Spitfire!" Dash whispered, hissing through her teeth. Her eyes were huge, scared, and she gestured back, nodding over her shoulder. "T-tell him to stop!" she urged. Soarin' was rubbing himself against her thighs, and slowly moved up to her soaked, anxious pussy.
Rarity: This must be torture for her! How is this meant to be helpful!?
In a move that did nothing but panic Dash further, the yellow pegasus reached up and draped her front hooves around the back of Dash's neck, against her shoulders. She raised her brows. Her face looked genuinely sympathetic, but not particularly concerned. "Sorry, kid. We're... kind of a package deal."
Fallen: Your idols apparently whore themselves out to anypony with a VIP pass. En masse.
Dash: NO! I've met them a bunch of times, and they're not like that! Everything about this story is WRONG!
"What?!" Dash gasped, now legitimately frightened. Panic had set in faster than a summer rainstorm. She could feel the tip of that slippery erection starting to part her lips from behind, and she stiffened up.
Fallen: She’s not alone.
Rarity: FALLEN!
"Shhh," Spitfire whispered, cooing, pulling Dash's head down a bit and nipping at the worried filly's ear, "C'mon, Rainbow, be a team player."
She was only getting more distraught. "But I don't even LIKE boys that w-!"
Dash: No. Don’t even start again.
She never finished that sentence. Behind her, Soarin clamped his hooves in on her bare hips and without ceremony rolled his hips forward in one firm buck, slamming half of the entire length of his impressive cock into Rainbow Dash's slick pussy.
Rarity: My list of words and phrases that this story has made me wish to never hear again is reaching critical mass.
She was small, muscular, and had never been penetrated before, but also so worked up he went in smooth and fast, feeling that heavenly tightness around his aching shaft without having to fight its resistance.
"NOOO!"
Fallen: Great. Now I’m imagining Rainbow Dash as Darth Vader.
Dash nearly bit her tongue off, jaw snapping shut with overwhelmed sensation, eyes going wide and glazing over, losing focus. The world blurred, sounds fell away, and her soaked wings snapped out fully to either side with sudden surprise.
Fallen: AHA! Wingboner!
Dash: Oh, shut up.
It was like a bomb had gone off. Soarin was in her all the way to the hilt, more inches than she could count,
Rarity: Such an easy joke could be made here about exactly how high she can count...
but certainly not more than she could feel. He filled her up so fully she couldn't even move for fear of making it worse, and she felt utterly stretched.
Dash: That sounds SO painful.
Rarity: The first time is for some.
She was violated. Impaled by that thick, twitching cock. Taken by surprise. By a boy. Penetrated by a stallion. A STALLION. A boy.
Fallen: Can you say it another dozen times? I don’t think it’s sunken in yet.
Soarin' was one of her greatest heroes, but she felt nothing for him but platonic admiration. No love. Certainly no desire. Not like this. It was repulsive. Vile. How could he do this? Why would he do this? Why would Spitfire just let him do this?
Fallen: In reverse order? Because of the reason, because of the reason, and with his penis.
He pulled his hips back slowly, drawing out of her quivering, soaking wet pussy. The feeling of even the slightest movement was painful, overwhelming, blanked her expression again, and the shower room all but disappeared.
Rarity: Once again, intercourse that tears the very fabric of reality.
Fallen: How the hell is that a theme?
Her mind couldn't form coherent thoughts, her consciousness descending into something like a blaring siren, filled with nothing but primal notions. Panic. Pain. Struggle. Run.
Dash: Where’s breathing in there? Isn’t that important?
Her brain screamed at her, her legs quivered and began to buckle, and she couldn't even begin to process the horrible reality. Now several inches out, he finally stopped moving.
Rarity: The paralysis spell must be taking hold.
But before her senses could return to her, he slammed his hips forward again, forcefully, slapping against her raised ass, driving his cock all the way inside, to the hilt.
Dash: I can't take much more of this...
Dash climaxed instantly.
Dash: STOP! For Celestia's sake, just STOP!
Fallen: Yeah, good idea.
Fallen: This is beyond sick for every reason.
Rarity: It's insulting to myself as well as Rainbow Dash! Why would I try to forcibly alter her sexuality? Why would the author assume I would not accept her for who she was, or at the very least allow her to be violated by a fellow mare?
Fallen: Exactly! You never struck me as the type to discriminate against- wait, where’s Rainbow?
Rarity: In what I vote we start referring to as the coping corner.
Fallen: I have no idea why it’s so popular with you guys...
(Fallen walks over to the corner of the armory, where Dash is curled up into a ball.)
Fallen: Like the Best Young Flyers competition all over again, I swear to god. You gonna be alright there, Dash?
Dash: GET IT AWAY FROM ME! This story is evil!
Fallen: Your opinion is noted, valid and true. But you don’t have a choice.
Rarity: Rainbow Dash, please. None of us will be allowed to leave here unless you finish this with us.
Dash: NO! I’m not reading this anymore! You can’t make me!
Fallen: Scary, what this story’s doing to you ponies. Twilight was the only one to more or less keep a level head the whole time.
Rarity: I mean it! We must finish this as soon as possible!
Dash: Go without me! I’m not getting anywhere near it again!
Rarity: This doesn’t seem to be working...
Pinkie: (from TV) OOH! I just got a great idea! Gimme just one sec...
Fallen: I assume she’s making another call. I should really see what I can do about fixing this thing up to send AND receive them...
Rarity: I’m only wondering who could come in that would be of any help to-
(The TV adjacent to Pinkie’s turns on to reveal Nocturnal Melodies.)
Fallen: ...well, give her points for doing something unexpected.
Nocturnal Melodies: (from TV) Uh. Prime? And is that Rarity? Oh god, you’re doing a riff aren’t you?
Fallen: We are. “Rarity’s Generous Plan.” Fifth chapter. Heard of it?
No_M: Motherfucker. Goddamned chapter five. So where’s Rainbow? Shouldn’t she be here too?
Fallen: Could’ve just said yes... but yeah, she’s right here. (moves aside so Dash is visible)
Rarity: She’s more shaken up than I’ve seen her in ages, and I’m powerless to help her out of it.
Dash: I don’t care what you do, I’m not going anywhere near that story again!
No_M: And with good reason. I’m not sure why of all sentient beings, Pinkie decided I’d be the best to help out here, but I’ll do my best. Rainbow, this story is an abomination, and shouldn’t exist. I am so sorry you are going through this, but the others were subjected to their entire chapters, and I don’t think Pinkie’s gonna let you out until yours is done too.
Dash: Not making me move any faster.
Fallen: Honestly, you think we haven’t tried that approach?
No_M: I’m bad at this! If I were in Rainbow’s position, I’d be doing the EXACT same thing she’s doing right now.
Fallen: And I’d probably dope-slap you out of it. Repeatedly.
No_M: That’s because you’re a horrible terrible excuse for a living being.
Fallen: Why, thank you. Actually, since talking to her didn’t work, maybe I could-
Rarity: Don’t even think about it.
Fallen: Why not?
No_M: Because it’s not going to help! It never helps! The head-paps only result in headaches! Rainbow, if I wasn’t trapped behind a TV screen right now, I’d hug the shit out of you.
Dash: Uh... thanks?
Fallen: Ready to face this story yet?
Dash: OH no. Not in a million years!
Rarity: Simply saying you’ll hug her doesn’t seem like it will suffice.
No_M: Hm. I have an idea. Rainbow, ignore the rest of the chapter, and just make fun of Prime for the rest of the time you’re trapped in here.
Fallen: Please. After everything we’ve been through in this armory, I’m pretty sure she has more respect for me than-
Dash: I like that idea!
Fallen: I hate both of you.
No_M: WHOOO! I’m helping!
Fallen: Pinkie, as much as I love seeing my girlfriend again after being trapped in here for god knows how long, kill it before she tries to “help” anymore.
Pinkie: Oh... fine.
(No_M’s TV turns off with a blip.)
Rarity: So you’ll be able to finish this last chapter with us now?
Dash: Forget the chapter! I just got a free pass to take pot shots at Fallen!
Fallen: And here I thought you had that pass the whole time...
Pinkie: Alright! Ready, Dashie?
Dash: As I’ll ever be. I guess if I’m able to send this kind of stuff to everypony else, I should be able to fight through it myself.
Fallen: Hey, that would’ve been an awesome line! Why didn’t anyone try THAT?
Dash: Doesn’t matter. I need to do this. Right now, I’m ready for anything!
Pinkie: I hope so! Because the end of the chapter gets even RAPIER!
Dash: But... how could... (gulp)
Fallen: Smooth move, Pinkie.
(Buzzer sounds.)
All: We’ve got story sign!
Rarity: It's insulting to myself as well as Rainbow Dash! Why would I try to forcibly alter her sexuality? Why would the author assume I would not accept her for who she was, or at the very least allow her to be violated by a fellow mare?
Fallen: Exactly! You never struck me as the type to discriminate against- wait, where’s Rainbow?
Rarity: In what I vote we start referring to as the coping corner.
Fallen: I have no idea why it’s so popular with you guys...
(Fallen walks over to the corner of the armory, where Dash is curled up into a ball.)
Fallen: Like the Best Young Flyers competition all over again, I swear to god. You gonna be alright there, Dash?
Dash: GET IT AWAY FROM ME! This story is evil!
Fallen: Your opinion is noted, valid and true. But you don’t have a choice.
Rarity: Rainbow Dash, please. None of us will be allowed to leave here unless you finish this with us.
Dash: NO! I’m not reading this anymore! You can’t make me!
Fallen: Scary, what this story’s doing to you ponies. Twilight was the only one to more or less keep a level head the whole time.
Rarity: I mean it! We must finish this as soon as possible!
Dash: Go without me! I’m not getting anywhere near it again!
Rarity: This doesn’t seem to be working...
Pinkie: (from TV) OOH! I just got a great idea! Gimme just one sec...
Fallen: I assume she’s making another call. I should really see what I can do about fixing this thing up to send AND receive them...
Rarity: I’m only wondering who could come in that would be of any help to-
(The TV adjacent to Pinkie’s turns on to reveal Nocturnal Melodies.)
Fallen: ...well, give her points for doing something unexpected.
Nocturnal Melodies: (from TV) Uh. Prime? And is that Rarity? Oh god, you’re doing a riff aren’t you?
Fallen: We are. “Rarity’s Generous Plan.” Fifth chapter. Heard of it?
No_M: Motherfucker. Goddamned chapter five. So where’s Rainbow? Shouldn’t she be here too?
Fallen: Could’ve just said yes... but yeah, she’s right here. (moves aside so Dash is visible)
Rarity: She’s more shaken up than I’ve seen her in ages, and I’m powerless to help her out of it.
Dash: I don’t care what you do, I’m not going anywhere near that story again!
No_M: And with good reason. I’m not sure why of all sentient beings, Pinkie decided I’d be the best to help out here, but I’ll do my best. Rainbow, this story is an abomination, and shouldn’t exist. I am so sorry you are going through this, but the others were subjected to their entire chapters, and I don’t think Pinkie’s gonna let you out until yours is done too.
Dash: Not making me move any faster.
Fallen: Honestly, you think we haven’t tried that approach?
No_M: I’m bad at this! If I were in Rainbow’s position, I’d be doing the EXACT same thing she’s doing right now.
Fallen: And I’d probably dope-slap you out of it. Repeatedly.
No_M: That’s because you’re a horrible terrible excuse for a living being.
Fallen: Why, thank you. Actually, since talking to her didn’t work, maybe I could-
Rarity: Don’t even think about it.
Fallen: Why not?
No_M: Because it’s not going to help! It never helps! The head-paps only result in headaches! Rainbow, if I wasn’t trapped behind a TV screen right now, I’d hug the shit out of you.
Dash: Uh... thanks?
Fallen: Ready to face this story yet?
Dash: OH no. Not in a million years!
Rarity: Simply saying you’ll hug her doesn’t seem like it will suffice.
No_M: Hm. I have an idea. Rainbow, ignore the rest of the chapter, and just make fun of Prime for the rest of the time you’re trapped in here.
Fallen: Please. After everything we’ve been through in this armory, I’m pretty sure she has more respect for me than-
Dash: I like that idea!
Fallen: I hate both of you.
No_M: WHOOO! I’m helping!
Fallen: Pinkie, as much as I love seeing my girlfriend again after being trapped in here for god knows how long, kill it before she tries to “help” anymore.
Pinkie: Oh... fine.
(No_M’s TV turns off with a blip.)
Rarity: So you’ll be able to finish this last chapter with us now?
Dash: Forget the chapter! I just got a free pass to take pot shots at Fallen!
Fallen: And here I thought you had that pass the whole time...
Pinkie: Alright! Ready, Dashie?
Dash: As I’ll ever be. I guess if I’m able to send this kind of stuff to everypony else, I should be able to fight through it myself.
Fallen: Hey, that would’ve been an awesome line! Why didn’t anyone try THAT?
Dash: Doesn’t matter. I need to do this. Right now, I’m ready for anything!
Pinkie: I hope so! Because the end of the chapter gets even RAPIER!
Dash: But... how could... (gulp)
Fallen: Smooth move, Pinkie.
(Buzzer sounds.)
All: We’ve got story sign!
For a second she was totally lost in it. The overwhelming sensation of being penetrated so deeply, filled so fully, it was like a short circuit in her mind, blocking out everything else.
Dash: Um... Fallen looks like... a... like a...
Fallen: Yeah, can’t think of anything now that I’m wide open, can you?
Dash: ...this isn’t gonna work.
The feeling crackled through her like a thousand volts. Her legs twitched uncontrollably and her ass shook up and down in a spasm of instinctive pleasure, even against the subconscious pain and the conscious protests.
Fallen: This must be fun for you, Rainbow. The ponies you look up to raping you in the shower.
Dash: Shut up shut up SHUT UP!
Her muscles tightened, her pussy squeezed lewdly around Soarin's stiff shaft, and she went cross-eyed momentarily as she utterly lost control of herself.
Rarity: Fallen, I swear, if you try to make another joke about Derpy...
Fallen: You’re the one who put the idea in my head just now.
When her senses began to return, Soarin was bucking away at her from behind, fucking through her orgasm and slamming his cock in and out of her tender young hole, his hips slapping loudly against her ass beneath the streams of hot water.
Rarity: Such crude, tasteless language!
Fallen: Rape is crude and tasteless. The language is situationally fitting.
Rarity: That helps nothing.
Every thrust hurt, felt like it was about to rip her apart, poking her so deep it made her wince. She felt nauseous.
Fallen: Physically sick at the touch of a dick? If that’s not lesbianism, I don’t know what is.
She never anticipated this. She never wanted this. Not even with Soarin'. Not with ANY stallion. And if she knew this was in store for her, she might even have passed up her chance to fool around with Spitfire.
But it made her cum.
Dash: Ugh! Why am I still reading this!?
Fallen: It was your own choice.
She had been grinding against Spitfire for minutes straight, and felt nothing. Making out had brought her to excitement, but neither the yellow flier's hoof nor her tender pussy had done anything to get her off.
Fallen: ...yeah, the language is wearing on me too.
And now she had cum almost two seconds after being penetrated for the first time. And it wasn't just any climax. It was mind-blowing. It made her see double. She had almost felt like passing out.
Dash: That sounds like a great idea right about now.
Every part of her mind recoiled from the horror, the revulsion and realization that she was being fucked by a huge, throbbing, slimy, gross cock. But her body didn't listen. It felt incredible. It rattled her brain in her skull. It set her haunches on fire. It shook her teeth.
Rarity: Her... teeth?
Fallen: Just how well-endowed is Soarin’?
Even now, her orgasm passed, electric surges of purely physical pleasure shot through every inch of her body, radiating in pulses from her sore, stretched young pussy with every thrust from that unwanted intruder.
Fallen: Hide your kids, hide your wife, and hide your husband, because they’re raping everybody out here.
Rarity: Please tell me that was only another pop culture reference.
Fallen: Yeah, it was.
She was disgusted by that vile phallus. She had no love for its owner, no desire, and no passion.
But it felt incredible. It shook her to her very core.
Fallen: Core meltdown in ten seconds...
And in a brief moment of tragic clarity, her hopes died. Snuffed out in a second.
She knew it would never feel like this with Spitfire.
Nothing could ever come close.
Fallen: Dildos are made for this, aren’t they? And vibrators?
She dropped her head forward, and her waterlogged mane fell over her face, blocking out the rest of the world more literally.
Rarity: Blind, on top of everything else. This is so terribly degrading.
She clenched her jaw, wrenched her eyes shut tight. Tears streamed down her face, instantly lost in the rivers of clean, hot water pouring down through her hair. Her face was burning, like a hot coal was smoldering just behind her nose.
Fallen: Awesome. Now I can think of “MUFFINS” instead of this. I don’t know if that’s an improvement.
She began shaking, and between whimpering gasps that accentuated every thrust, she started to sob quietly, unheard by her heroes over the showers. Everything else faded away, slowly, and all she could focus on was the curtain of hair draped over her face.
Rarity: How many times will we have to say that the feeling of something thrusting in and out of you cannot be easily ignored before the story decides to heed our words?
Spitfire was whispering something, but she couldn't hear it. Her eyes didn't focus, her ragged, shallow breathing couldn't level out, her shoulders shook with every ruined sob. Her mind barely registered, but her body kept throwing waves of unwanted pleasure from every thrust.
Fallen: It’s so weird that “unwanted pleasure” is a sentence that can be used here.
Another orgasm rocked her body like an explosion,
Fallen: Is it even possible for women to orgasm in chains like that?
Rarity: I’m... going to withhold all comments on the matter.
and her mind practically shut off. Her jaw dropped, hanging open loosely, and she cried, drooled, moaned. Dash's legs quivered and shook, and behind her, Soarin' shifted his weight to try and keep her ass up in the air, where it was more vulnerable, more accessible.
Dash: What the hay is all this!? I KNOW these guys, and they’d never be this awful to any of their fans, let alone me!
She couldn't move away. She couldn't see straight. She couldn't do anything. What good was she, if she couldn't even keep him out of her? What kind of pony was she, if that horrible thing made her feel... like this?
Dash: I... I just can’t.
Fallen: Come on. We shrank this segment down enough as it is with the break placement. There’s only a little more.
Her glazed eyes were red from crying. She peered out as her draped, soaked mane was gently parted away from her face. Her expression was totally changed. Weak. Miserable.
Rarity: This has slowly become less of a story and more of an endurance test.
She leaned forward shakily, expecting Spitfire's face, wanting a reassuring kiss, a tender whispered word, a promise everything would be okay.
Instead, she was greeted by a huge, dark cock just inches from her face. Dripping. Disgusting. Water trickling down from its tip.
Dash: Oh sweet princess...
Rarity: I think she’s struggling, Fallen.
Fallen: How’s it any different from when we did “Pinkie Pie the filly molester?” There was little room for joking; we just had to endure. I think that’s what’s happening with her now.
It was being washed clean by the streaming water from the showers, but it still looked filthy. Everything about it. It was almost like a weapon, accusatory in its very shape. Rainbow Dash's tired eyes tried to focus in on it, going almost cross-eyed.
Fallen: Come on! The joke’s RIGHT THERE!
Rarity: Don’t, Fallen.
If it wasn't so ugly, it would be almost funny. The kind of thing little colts and fillies doodled on schooldesks when teachers weren't looking, because they seemed so silly, floppy, ridiculous.
Fallen: Seriously? Equestrian schoolkids do that too?
Rarity: I should hope not!
Twitching so close to her nose she could almost feel its heat, there was nothing funny about this one, poised beneath a broad white chest.
Fallen: NO! BAD brain! Stop trying to make it Shining Armor!
Rarity: I sympathize with you. Mine went to Blueblood.
Dash: ...neither of them are pegasi.
He shifted side to side, and she tried to look up, to recognize him. Couldn't see his face. His cutie mark, briefly visible on his flank as he adjusted himself. A stick. Or perhaps a club.
Rarity: NO.
She didn't recognize it. Another Wonderbolt who must have come in when she wasn't looking, who decided to invite himself into the action. Or had Soarin' offered?
Or Spitfire?
Fallen: Stop with the Spitfire worship. It’s well past the point of a crush and now it just feels stalker-y.
Dash's mouth hung agape, and her scared, betrayed eyes frantically glanced to the yellow mare, looking out from beneath the stallion's chest. Spitfire sat beside her on her hind legs, leaning forward, her tongue outstretched and playing eagerly against the side of the white pegasus's twitching cock.
Fallen: And the subject of her lesbian fantasies is hungrily lunging for the nearest free cock in sight. I have to feel awful for Dashie.
She licked hungrily at it, closed her eyes, leaned in more, let it rub wetly against her face, circled her lips, suckled at the stiff, repulsive flesh. Dash's mind receded more.
Rarity: It returned a few hours later, when the tide came back in.
She couldn't reconcile what she was seeing. Didn't want to believe it. Didn't want to see it. And definitely didn't want to be here. Not anymore.
Dash: I know the feeling.
Fallen: Suck it the hell up. Seriously.
Spitfire smiled obliviously at Dash, her obvious distress made less obvious by her multicolored hair plastered wetly against her face, by the wash of warm water carrying away her invisible tears.
Fallen: If I’m calling bullshit on anything here, it’s the fact that they can’t tell she’s suffering.
She reached a yellow hoof out toward her face, and Dash leaned into it quickly, hoping for the slightest solace, the most fleeting consolation. But the pegasus's hoof played at her cheek for only a second, sliding down her face to push gently at her jaw, opening the young filly's mouth wider.
Dash: What!? Spitfire, NO!
Rarity: So much hatred for so many characters, and I’m unsure of how to distribute it properly...
Before she had even a moment to process what she was doing, that enormous, vile cock thrust into Dash's gaping mouth.
Fallen: Okay, now it’s just starting to make me cringe.
Her eyes went wider. She panted frantically, unevenly out her nose, hot breath falling over the thick, dark shaft even as it began to slide in and out, over her young lips, the underside of that fat shaft grinding against her warm, wet tongue.
Rarity: Every attempt at description only serves to disgust me.
Fallen: It’s rape, Rarity. That’s the point.
Her eyes began to roll back. The white stallion's cock started to thrust in and out, pumping into her mouth in short, urgent thrusts. It twitched, pulsed. The sensation made her shake. If her mouth hadn't been full, she would have felt like throwing up.
Fallen: I have a bucket on standby for anyone who may feel the same.
These were her HEROES.
Dash: (tearing up) ...why...
Fallen: Oh my god. I’ve never seen her break so thoroughly.
Behind her, Soarin' was picking up speed, ready to finish, his cock throbbing inside her so hard she could feel every twitch. It was vile. It was disgusting. It was rape.
Fallen: BRILLIANT deduction, Holmes.
She came again.
The world faded away. Fucked from both ends, Dash blacked out.
Dash: (quietly sobbing)
Rarity: Shh, shh, it’s going to be alright. Would you like to back out of the rest of this chapter?
Fallen: Don’t let her. That’s the end of the clop.
Dash: (sniff) It is?
Fallen: Yep. You made it through the worst of it.
She didn't know how much time had passed, but she found herself on the back steps of the Academy. She had woken up in the changing room by the shower some minutes ago.
Dash: They just... they just kept going while I was passed out?
She couldn't process it. Couldn't think straight. Couldn't see straight. Couldn't even walk straight. She had stumbled out here only with some help.
Fallen: They were promised another turn with her if they-
Dash: Not in the mood.
She raised her head weakly, exhausted and ashamed, and looked up the steps toward the back entrance. Spitfire stood in the great doorway. She was clearly drained from the orgiastic experience in the shower, but as chipper and excited as before, utterly oblivious to Dash's state of shock.
Dash: SHE SHOULDN’T BE!
She smiled to the blue pegasus filly.
"Thanks again for comin' by. You were great, kid. Maybe we'll see you again!"
The marble doors closed.
Fallen: And that’s the final twist of the knife. Great work, Wonderbolts.
Dash sat on the steps for a long time, staring at the closed doors. She shook uncontrollably. Tears streamed down her red face. She hurt, sore all over, but the worst pain of all radiated from her pounding head, a deep ache that grew with every heartbeat, keeping her mind in stasis.
Fallen: What, did they slam her head against the shower floor while they were at it?
She tried a dozen times to process it, to even attempt reflection, but the second she started thinking, it blanked. It was gone. She couldn't.
Rarity: I fail to see the downside of this.
Her legs moved on their own. She stood slowly, weakly, her hind legs sore and quivering. She turned away from the academy, pointed in a familiar direction. Stepped to the edge of the cloud and started flapping slowly, drifting through the sky and on towards home.
Dash: The chapter’s over, right?
Rarity: That it is.
Dash: Good. I need a minute.
Dash: Um... Fallen looks like... a... like a...
Fallen: Yeah, can’t think of anything now that I’m wide open, can you?
Dash: ...this isn’t gonna work.
The feeling crackled through her like a thousand volts. Her legs twitched uncontrollably and her ass shook up and down in a spasm of instinctive pleasure, even against the subconscious pain and the conscious protests.
Fallen: This must be fun for you, Rainbow. The ponies you look up to raping you in the shower.
Dash: Shut up shut up SHUT UP!
Her muscles tightened, her pussy squeezed lewdly around Soarin's stiff shaft, and she went cross-eyed momentarily as she utterly lost control of herself.
Rarity: Fallen, I swear, if you try to make another joke about Derpy...
Fallen: You’re the one who put the idea in my head just now.
When her senses began to return, Soarin was bucking away at her from behind, fucking through her orgasm and slamming his cock in and out of her tender young hole, his hips slapping loudly against her ass beneath the streams of hot water.
Rarity: Such crude, tasteless language!
Fallen: Rape is crude and tasteless. The language is situationally fitting.
Rarity: That helps nothing.
Every thrust hurt, felt like it was about to rip her apart, poking her so deep it made her wince. She felt nauseous.
Fallen: Physically sick at the touch of a dick? If that’s not lesbianism, I don’t know what is.
She never anticipated this. She never wanted this. Not even with Soarin'. Not with ANY stallion. And if she knew this was in store for her, she might even have passed up her chance to fool around with Spitfire.
But it made her cum.
Dash: Ugh! Why am I still reading this!?
Fallen: It was your own choice.
She had been grinding against Spitfire for minutes straight, and felt nothing. Making out had brought her to excitement, but neither the yellow flier's hoof nor her tender pussy had done anything to get her off.
Fallen: ...yeah, the language is wearing on me too.
And now she had cum almost two seconds after being penetrated for the first time. And it wasn't just any climax. It was mind-blowing. It made her see double. She had almost felt like passing out.
Dash: That sounds like a great idea right about now.
Every part of her mind recoiled from the horror, the revulsion and realization that she was being fucked by a huge, throbbing, slimy, gross cock. But her body didn't listen. It felt incredible. It rattled her brain in her skull. It set her haunches on fire. It shook her teeth.
Rarity: Her... teeth?
Fallen: Just how well-endowed is Soarin’?
Even now, her orgasm passed, electric surges of purely physical pleasure shot through every inch of her body, radiating in pulses from her sore, stretched young pussy with every thrust from that unwanted intruder.
Fallen: Hide your kids, hide your wife, and hide your husband, because they’re raping everybody out here.
Rarity: Please tell me that was only another pop culture reference.
Fallen: Yeah, it was.
She was disgusted by that vile phallus. She had no love for its owner, no desire, and no passion.
But it felt incredible. It shook her to her very core.
Fallen: Core meltdown in ten seconds...
And in a brief moment of tragic clarity, her hopes died. Snuffed out in a second.
She knew it would never feel like this with Spitfire.
Nothing could ever come close.
Fallen: Dildos are made for this, aren’t they? And vibrators?
She dropped her head forward, and her waterlogged mane fell over her face, blocking out the rest of the world more literally.
Rarity: Blind, on top of everything else. This is so terribly degrading.
She clenched her jaw, wrenched her eyes shut tight. Tears streamed down her face, instantly lost in the rivers of clean, hot water pouring down through her hair. Her face was burning, like a hot coal was smoldering just behind her nose.
Fallen: Awesome. Now I can think of “MUFFINS” instead of this. I don’t know if that’s an improvement.
She began shaking, and between whimpering gasps that accentuated every thrust, she started to sob quietly, unheard by her heroes over the showers. Everything else faded away, slowly, and all she could focus on was the curtain of hair draped over her face.
Rarity: How many times will we have to say that the feeling of something thrusting in and out of you cannot be easily ignored before the story decides to heed our words?
Spitfire was whispering something, but she couldn't hear it. Her eyes didn't focus, her ragged, shallow breathing couldn't level out, her shoulders shook with every ruined sob. Her mind barely registered, but her body kept throwing waves of unwanted pleasure from every thrust.
Fallen: It’s so weird that “unwanted pleasure” is a sentence that can be used here.
Another orgasm rocked her body like an explosion,
Fallen: Is it even possible for women to orgasm in chains like that?
Rarity: I’m... going to withhold all comments on the matter.
and her mind practically shut off. Her jaw dropped, hanging open loosely, and she cried, drooled, moaned. Dash's legs quivered and shook, and behind her, Soarin' shifted his weight to try and keep her ass up in the air, where it was more vulnerable, more accessible.
Dash: What the hay is all this!? I KNOW these guys, and they’d never be this awful to any of their fans, let alone me!
She couldn't move away. She couldn't see straight. She couldn't do anything. What good was she, if she couldn't even keep him out of her? What kind of pony was she, if that horrible thing made her feel... like this?
Dash: I... I just can’t.
Fallen: Come on. We shrank this segment down enough as it is with the break placement. There’s only a little more.
Her glazed eyes were red from crying. She peered out as her draped, soaked mane was gently parted away from her face. Her expression was totally changed. Weak. Miserable.
Rarity: This has slowly become less of a story and more of an endurance test.
She leaned forward shakily, expecting Spitfire's face, wanting a reassuring kiss, a tender whispered word, a promise everything would be okay.
Instead, she was greeted by a huge, dark cock just inches from her face. Dripping. Disgusting. Water trickling down from its tip.
Dash: Oh sweet princess...
Rarity: I think she’s struggling, Fallen.
Fallen: How’s it any different from when we did “Pinkie Pie the filly molester?” There was little room for joking; we just had to endure. I think that’s what’s happening with her now.
It was being washed clean by the streaming water from the showers, but it still looked filthy. Everything about it. It was almost like a weapon, accusatory in its very shape. Rainbow Dash's tired eyes tried to focus in on it, going almost cross-eyed.
Fallen: Come on! The joke’s RIGHT THERE!
Rarity: Don’t, Fallen.
If it wasn't so ugly, it would be almost funny. The kind of thing little colts and fillies doodled on schooldesks when teachers weren't looking, because they seemed so silly, floppy, ridiculous.
Fallen: Seriously? Equestrian schoolkids do that too?
Rarity: I should hope not!
Twitching so close to her nose she could almost feel its heat, there was nothing funny about this one, poised beneath a broad white chest.
Fallen: NO! BAD brain! Stop trying to make it Shining Armor!
Rarity: I sympathize with you. Mine went to Blueblood.
Dash: ...neither of them are pegasi.
He shifted side to side, and she tried to look up, to recognize him. Couldn't see his face. His cutie mark, briefly visible on his flank as he adjusted himself. A stick. Or perhaps a club.
Rarity: NO.
She didn't recognize it. Another Wonderbolt who must have come in when she wasn't looking, who decided to invite himself into the action. Or had Soarin' offered?
Or Spitfire?
Fallen: Stop with the Spitfire worship. It’s well past the point of a crush and now it just feels stalker-y.
Dash's mouth hung agape, and her scared, betrayed eyes frantically glanced to the yellow mare, looking out from beneath the stallion's chest. Spitfire sat beside her on her hind legs, leaning forward, her tongue outstretched and playing eagerly against the side of the white pegasus's twitching cock.
Fallen: And the subject of her lesbian fantasies is hungrily lunging for the nearest free cock in sight. I have to feel awful for Dashie.
She licked hungrily at it, closed her eyes, leaned in more, let it rub wetly against her face, circled her lips, suckled at the stiff, repulsive flesh. Dash's mind receded more.
Rarity: It returned a few hours later, when the tide came back in.
She couldn't reconcile what she was seeing. Didn't want to believe it. Didn't want to see it. And definitely didn't want to be here. Not anymore.
Dash: I know the feeling.
Fallen: Suck it the hell up. Seriously.
Spitfire smiled obliviously at Dash, her obvious distress made less obvious by her multicolored hair plastered wetly against her face, by the wash of warm water carrying away her invisible tears.
Fallen: If I’m calling bullshit on anything here, it’s the fact that they can’t tell she’s suffering.
She reached a yellow hoof out toward her face, and Dash leaned into it quickly, hoping for the slightest solace, the most fleeting consolation. But the pegasus's hoof played at her cheek for only a second, sliding down her face to push gently at her jaw, opening the young filly's mouth wider.
Dash: What!? Spitfire, NO!
Rarity: So much hatred for so many characters, and I’m unsure of how to distribute it properly...
Before she had even a moment to process what she was doing, that enormous, vile cock thrust into Dash's gaping mouth.
Fallen: Okay, now it’s just starting to make me cringe.
Her eyes went wider. She panted frantically, unevenly out her nose, hot breath falling over the thick, dark shaft even as it began to slide in and out, over her young lips, the underside of that fat shaft grinding against her warm, wet tongue.
Rarity: Every attempt at description only serves to disgust me.
Fallen: It’s rape, Rarity. That’s the point.
Her eyes began to roll back. The white stallion's cock started to thrust in and out, pumping into her mouth in short, urgent thrusts. It twitched, pulsed. The sensation made her shake. If her mouth hadn't been full, she would have felt like throwing up.
Fallen: I have a bucket on standby for anyone who may feel the same.
These were her HEROES.
Dash: (tearing up) ...why...
Fallen: Oh my god. I’ve never seen her break so thoroughly.
Behind her, Soarin' was picking up speed, ready to finish, his cock throbbing inside her so hard she could feel every twitch. It was vile. It was disgusting. It was rape.
Fallen: BRILLIANT deduction, Holmes.
She came again.
The world faded away. Fucked from both ends, Dash blacked out.
Dash: (quietly sobbing)
Rarity: Shh, shh, it’s going to be alright. Would you like to back out of the rest of this chapter?
Fallen: Don’t let her. That’s the end of the clop.
Dash: (sniff) It is?
Fallen: Yep. You made it through the worst of it.
She didn't know how much time had passed, but she found herself on the back steps of the Academy. She had woken up in the changing room by the shower some minutes ago.
Dash: They just... they just kept going while I was passed out?
She couldn't process it. Couldn't think straight. Couldn't see straight. Couldn't even walk straight. She had stumbled out here only with some help.
Fallen: They were promised another turn with her if they-
Dash: Not in the mood.
She raised her head weakly, exhausted and ashamed, and looked up the steps toward the back entrance. Spitfire stood in the great doorway. She was clearly drained from the orgiastic experience in the shower, but as chipper and excited as before, utterly oblivious to Dash's state of shock.
Dash: SHE SHOULDN’T BE!
She smiled to the blue pegasus filly.
"Thanks again for comin' by. You were great, kid. Maybe we'll see you again!"
The marble doors closed.
Fallen: And that’s the final twist of the knife. Great work, Wonderbolts.
Dash sat on the steps for a long time, staring at the closed doors. She shook uncontrollably. Tears streamed down her red face. She hurt, sore all over, but the worst pain of all radiated from her pounding head, a deep ache that grew with every heartbeat, keeping her mind in stasis.
Fallen: What, did they slam her head against the shower floor while they were at it?
She tried a dozen times to process it, to even attempt reflection, but the second she started thinking, it blanked. It was gone. She couldn't.
Rarity: I fail to see the downside of this.
Her legs moved on their own. She stood slowly, weakly, her hind legs sore and quivering. She turned away from the academy, pointed in a familiar direction. Stepped to the edge of the cloud and started flapping slowly, drifting through the sky and on towards home.
Dash: The chapter’s over, right?
Rarity: That it is.
Dash: Good. I need a minute.
Fallen: You’ll be okay, right, Rainbow? I don’t need to get No_M back in here?
Dash: No, I’ll... I’ll make it. It’s just... Pinkie Pie, can you make another call?
Pinkie: (from TV) I could! Where to?
Dash: Wonderbolts HQ.
Pinkie: Ooh, that’s gonna be tricky. But I can give it a shot!
Fallen: Okay, how the hell can she reach the Royal Guard AND the Wonderbolts?
Rarity: You do realize how few ponies have this sort of equipment, do you not? I believe Princess Celestia is one of the only other ones.
Fallen: Well, it WAS a bitch to get my hands on... and Pinkie still somehow got a better setup than I did.
Dash: Come on! What’s taking so long?
Fallen: Why do you even want to reach the Wonderbolts anyway, Rainbow?
Dash: I just... I just want to set the record straight.
Fallen: What record?
(Suddenly, the Wonderbolt captain Spitfire appears on the second screen.)
Spitfire: (from TV) Wow, someone’s actually calling. You know, for a while, I just thought this thing was gonna sit here and collect dust. THIS close to just scrapping it. You can thank Soarin’ for convincing me to keep it around.
Dash: Yeah. Uh... hey there, Spitfire.
Spitfire: Oh, hey! You’re Rainbow Dash! I haven’t seen you since... well, it was either the thing with the tornado or the royal wedding. I know I saw you do the sonic-
Dash: Wait, you were at the wedding!?
Spitfire: I guess that’s one question answered, then. So what can I do for you?
Dash: Well... you see...
Spitfire: Are you okay over there? It’s been a long time since you’ve been nervous around me.
Dash: I know, but it’s just... well...
Rarity: I believe I know what she wants.
Spitfire: Hey, I recognize you! That kick stung for three weeks after that competition.
Rarity: My apologies for that... but I believe Rainbow Dash wanted to put her mind at ease after seeing this story we’ve been subjected to.
Spitfire: Bit of a weird request... what’s it about?
Rarity: Well... how do I put it delicately...
Fallen: The story’s about rape and this chapter is about Rainbow getting gangbanged by you and your crew.
Spitfire: That’s... more than a little scary.
Pinkie: Want me to send you that chapter so you can-
Spitfire: No. As flattering as all the fan stuff can get, I’m not gonna touch anything that has rape in it.
Dash: I just wanted to make sure that you’d never do anything like that to anypony.
Fallen: The thing seemed to imply that you whored yourselves out to anyone with a VIP pass.
Spitfire: Alright, no. That’s just sick on every level. A bunch of the guys are in committed relationships anyway, and those of us who aren’t have more self-respect than that. Plus, I really appreciate my fans, and that’s easily the last thing I’d ever want to do to any of them, especially the mare who’s saved my skin at least once and helped me out a bunch of other times. That help anything, Dash?
Dash: It does. Thanks, Spitfire.
Spitfire: No problem. And hey, feel free to call whenever you like, as long as we’re not on tour or putting on shows. Celestia knows we could get more use out of this.
Dash: Well, this thing’s not mine, and the one I’m talking to you on can’t MAKE calls-
Fallen: Rub it in, why don’t you.
Dash: But yeah, I’d love to! Maybe we could even hang out when you have some downtime!
Spitfire: I can’t make THAT promise, but it sounds like something I could try. Might be nice to see you while I’m out of uniform.
Dash: AWESOME!
Spitfire: Oh, and before I go... what’s with the monkey-looking guy behind you?
Fallen: Name’s Fallen Prime. And I’m a human, not a “monkey-looking guy,” and before you ask, no, there aren’t humans running around Equestria. Not unless the fanfics are right...
Spitfire: ...he’s kinda weird.
Dash: You get used to him.
Spitfire: I can only imagine. See you around, Dash!
(Spitfire’s screen turns off with a blip.)
Rarity: Well. Does that help you at all, Rainbow Dash?
Dash: Tons! And to think I might have been scared of losing my faith in them...
Fallen: Existential crisis averted, then. Well, all that’s left is for Rarity to receive her punishment for her actions.
Rarity: But the chapter-
Fallen: We’re still here. That means we’re not done. That means there’s an epilogue.
Dash: Welp. The worst is over for me, and nothing can bring me back down! This is the home stretch!
Fallen: And then... free at last.
(Buzzer sounds.)
All: We’ve got story sign!
Dash: No, I’ll... I’ll make it. It’s just... Pinkie Pie, can you make another call?
Pinkie: (from TV) I could! Where to?
Dash: Wonderbolts HQ.
Pinkie: Ooh, that’s gonna be tricky. But I can give it a shot!
Fallen: Okay, how the hell can she reach the Royal Guard AND the Wonderbolts?
Rarity: You do realize how few ponies have this sort of equipment, do you not? I believe Princess Celestia is one of the only other ones.
Fallen: Well, it WAS a bitch to get my hands on... and Pinkie still somehow got a better setup than I did.
Dash: Come on! What’s taking so long?
Fallen: Why do you even want to reach the Wonderbolts anyway, Rainbow?
Dash: I just... I just want to set the record straight.
Fallen: What record?
(Suddenly, the Wonderbolt captain Spitfire appears on the second screen.)
Spitfire: (from TV) Wow, someone’s actually calling. You know, for a while, I just thought this thing was gonna sit here and collect dust. THIS close to just scrapping it. You can thank Soarin’ for convincing me to keep it around.
Dash: Yeah. Uh... hey there, Spitfire.
Spitfire: Oh, hey! You’re Rainbow Dash! I haven’t seen you since... well, it was either the thing with the tornado or the royal wedding. I know I saw you do the sonic-
Dash: Wait, you were at the wedding!?
Spitfire: I guess that’s one question answered, then. So what can I do for you?
Dash: Well... you see...
Spitfire: Are you okay over there? It’s been a long time since you’ve been nervous around me.
Dash: I know, but it’s just... well...
Rarity: I believe I know what she wants.
Spitfire: Hey, I recognize you! That kick stung for three weeks after that competition.
Rarity: My apologies for that... but I believe Rainbow Dash wanted to put her mind at ease after seeing this story we’ve been subjected to.
Spitfire: Bit of a weird request... what’s it about?
Rarity: Well... how do I put it delicately...
Fallen: The story’s about rape and this chapter is about Rainbow getting gangbanged by you and your crew.
Spitfire: That’s... more than a little scary.
Pinkie: Want me to send you that chapter so you can-
Spitfire: No. As flattering as all the fan stuff can get, I’m not gonna touch anything that has rape in it.
Dash: I just wanted to make sure that you’d never do anything like that to anypony.
Fallen: The thing seemed to imply that you whored yourselves out to anyone with a VIP pass.
Spitfire: Alright, no. That’s just sick on every level. A bunch of the guys are in committed relationships anyway, and those of us who aren’t have more self-respect than that. Plus, I really appreciate my fans, and that’s easily the last thing I’d ever want to do to any of them, especially the mare who’s saved my skin at least once and helped me out a bunch of other times. That help anything, Dash?
Dash: It does. Thanks, Spitfire.
Spitfire: No problem. And hey, feel free to call whenever you like, as long as we’re not on tour or putting on shows. Celestia knows we could get more use out of this.
Dash: Well, this thing’s not mine, and the one I’m talking to you on can’t MAKE calls-
Fallen: Rub it in, why don’t you.
Dash: But yeah, I’d love to! Maybe we could even hang out when you have some downtime!
Spitfire: I can’t make THAT promise, but it sounds like something I could try. Might be nice to see you while I’m out of uniform.
Dash: AWESOME!
Spitfire: Oh, and before I go... what’s with the monkey-looking guy behind you?
Fallen: Name’s Fallen Prime. And I’m a human, not a “monkey-looking guy,” and before you ask, no, there aren’t humans running around Equestria. Not unless the fanfics are right...
Spitfire: ...he’s kinda weird.
Dash: You get used to him.
Spitfire: I can only imagine. See you around, Dash!
(Spitfire’s screen turns off with a blip.)
Rarity: Well. Does that help you at all, Rainbow Dash?
Dash: Tons! And to think I might have been scared of losing my faith in them...
Fallen: Existential crisis averted, then. Well, all that’s left is for Rarity to receive her punishment for her actions.
Rarity: But the chapter-
Fallen: We’re still here. That means we’re not done. That means there’s an epilogue.
Dash: Welp. The worst is over for me, and nothing can bring me back down! This is the home stretch!
Fallen: And then... free at last.
(Buzzer sounds.)
All: We’ve got story sign!
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Epilogue
Rarity: Ah, at long last!
Fallen: You’re not gonna be happy with this at all, Rarity. I promise you that.
"You can't do this!" Rarity shrieked.
"You're lucky we don't tie you up an' throw you in the lake!" AJ growled, literally spitting at the white unicorn in bondage before her.
Fallen: Seriously? One chapter’s worth of bondage wasn’t enough for this story?
The purple-maned fashionista was standing upright on quivering hind legs, front hooves strapped along with her neck in a kind of makeshift pillory Applejack herself had cobbled together. It wasn't pretty, but it did the job.
Dash: Eye for an eye?
Fallen: Eye for an eye.
Rarity: Please tell me you’re joking...
Fallen: Nope. Karma, bitches.
They were all there. Fluttershy, Applejack, Pinkie, Twilight, Dash.
Fallen: Oh, that would be karmically rich. The other mane five raping Rarity all at once. But no, they’re actually ABOVE that.
Even Big Mac was present, watching silently. His expression was dark. His eyes were hidden behind his mussed mane. His mouth was set in a grim frown.
Fallen: “Ah’m Batman.”
Rarity thrashed in her bonds, shaking the creaking stand that proved surprisingly sturdy.
"You must'a thought you were really smart, Rarity," Applejack scowled, barely controlling her rage. "I bet you didn't think we'd figure it out.
Rarity: I’m glad they did, but why had it taken so long!?
But we put the pieces together. You... you no-good... cow pie! It was you all along! YOU!"
"I was going to tell you myself!" She hastily explained, "That's what I was coming over to do!"
"Yeah, right!" Dash cried, shakily.
"You were supposed to be our friend!" Twilight said. She was betrayed.
Fallen: BETRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYAL!
Rarity's mouth dropped and her eyes watered. Her expression was pleading, hurt. "I AM your friend!"
Dash: That’s why you’re stuck in a pillory with everypony giving you a good thrashing.
The entire group growled and shouted in response. Even Mac spit at the idea. "What the heck kind of friend DOES that?!" Applejack demanded.
Dash: ...the generous kind?
Rarity: Not even close, darling.
"I was trying to help you!" Rarity pleaded, on the verge of tears.
This time there was no revulsion, no angry shouts. Just utter silence.
After a moment, Twilight spoke up. "Rarity... you're... you're insane."
Fallen: THERE you go! The proper response to her entire “generous” plan!
Rarity stared back, mouth agape.
"How... how in the name of Celestia does getting us - how does what you did... how is that HELPING us?" Twilight demanded, absolutely incredulous.
Rarity: THANK YOU!
"I..." Rarity stammered. She had a plan. She had a reason. Didn't she? Of course she did. Her eyes glanced frantically between all her friends. On the wooden platform behind her, she heard a creak. Unable to look behind her, she could only sense the figure approaching, slowly, almost cautiously.
Rarity: Huh. I wonder who that could be.
Her heart jumped in her chest and she decided to hurry things up, while there was still time. "I was trying to teach you all a lesson!"
Fallen: That’s not the friendliest way to phrase it.
She caught herself, gasping as her friends all glared angrily. "No-! I mean-! Oh, girls, listen to me! I was trying to show you how to be... better friends! To help you! It... was a learning experience!" She smiled, uncomfortably.
The rest of the girls stared, incredulous expressions throughout the small crowd.
Dash: I wonder why.
Fallen: I think all they learned was that this Rarity is a psycho bitch.
"You think any a'this HELPED us?!" Applejack demanded, furious.
"Yes! Yes!" Rarity gasped.
Rarity: Even to the end, I’m convinced of my righteousness!?
"IT DIDN'T!" AJ shouted back.
The white unicorn stared for a second, mouth hanging open. She was struggling to explain herself, but finally put on the spot, everything began to unravel. Her carefully-laid plan didn't seem as solid as it once did.
Dash: Was it ever solid to begin with?
Fallen: Since it relied on collective stupidity to function as long as it did, obviously not.
And the truth was, she was having trouble answering why. How could it have come to this? Everything she did, she did for them, didn't she? Wasn't she just trying to help? But... they didn't seem happy. Not at all. And her reasons were quickly falling apart.
Dash: Took long enough, didn’t it?
She struggled in her bonds, searching frantically for an answer. "Oh, y-you don't understand!" Rarity stammered, blushing hard as she felt the presence behind her.
Rarity: Presence behind me? Feeling it? You two were not joking, were you.
Fallen: Nope.
"Then explain it to us!" Twilight scoffed.
"Twilight!" Rarity urged, "Wh-what about you? You had fun with Caramel, didn't you?"
Fallen: Maybe at the start and towards the end, but it WAS still technically rape.
Twilight Sparkle's jaw dropped. Her brow set. She looked like she couldn't even believe what she'd just heard, so Rarity hurriedly continued before she could interject. "Please," the white filly whimpered, "You would make such a cute couple! A real boyfriend - woudln't that be nice? Didn't you want to see him again, after that lovely night?"
Rarity: That was the outward appearance, but...
"Lovely n-!" Twilight began angrily, cutting herself off. She took a deep breath, so angry she was seeing red. "I never want to see that scuzzy creep as long as I live!"
Dash: Right, the date rape thing... but I thought that almost turned out well for her.
Fallen: Congratulations, Tozac. In the space of a paragraph, you killed all my respect for the fourth chapter.
"What?!" Rarity gasped.
"That slimy, underhanded date-rapist! That crawly creeper! I'd sooner fuck Snails!" she spat.
Fallen: Okay, that’s a bit extreme.
The other girls gave her an odd look, both for her sudden, incredible and uncharacteristic vulgarity and her unprovoked mention of the gawky colt. Noticing the stares, she blushed, wiped her mouth as though physically cleaning away the dirty swear, but went right back to staring daggers at Rarity.
Dash: Nice save, Twi.
The white young filly stammered, unable to find the words to argue, and glanced to Dash. "What about Dash? Oh Dash, YOU appreciate what I did, don't you? I got you a date with the Wonderbolts! A chance to be intimate with your heroes!
Dash: You didn’t let me have it the way the me in the story wanted it, though!
And you got a taste of what you were missing! Isn't that better?" She pleaded, desperate, "Isn't it better not living with confusion?"
Fallen: Oh, Rarity, your character here is the WORST.
Rarity: Inform me of something LESS obvious.
"Not living with 'confusion'?" Dash repeated. "Why I ought'a--!" she growled, started forward, but Fluttershy and Pinkie grabbed her, held her back. She shook with anger.
Fallen: Why am I imagining Rainbow Dash with maracas?
Dash: ...I don’t get you.
"I- I can't believe you would say- s-say-" her angry demeanor broke suddenly and a stream of tears ran down her face. "I've never been more confused in my LIFE!" Dash cried. "You didn't help me at all! You hurt me! You hurt all of us!"
Dash: I have to side with me on this one. Forcing a lesbian to sleep with a stallion won’t do anything but screw with her head. Plus, I’m thoroughly confused.
Rarity's brows arched into a shocked, sad expression. Tears welled up in her eyes. She tried to say something, but Dash turned away, sobbing. Twilight patted her back gently, and AJ whispered soft consolations and encouragements.
Rarity: I suppose I can take solace in the fact that I feel awful about all I’ve done.
The young fashion designer couldn't find the words, suddenly couldn't think of anything to say. She glanced around, panicked, and heard more hoofsteps behind her. "Applejack, you-"
Fallen: Applejack is the LAST pony you want to try appealing to right now. After Rainbow, she had it the worst.
Dash: Pinkie’s chapter?
Fallen: ...okay, I think AJ and Pinkie may be tied for second.
Applejack looked up from her attention to Dash. Rarity bit her tongue under the withering glare. She wanted to say something about independence, learning to count on others, but the words died in her throat. It didn't seem right to say anything.
Dash: Duh. The Royal Guard ganged up on her! And why use rape to teach her about counting on others for help!?
"W-well," Rarity stammered, "What about Pinkie Pie? She seems fine!"
All eyes turned to Pinkie.
Fallen: They feared what would happen if they blinked.
The pink party pony stood there, looking up at the bound filly. Her hair was fluffy, her eyes gleamed with energy, her tail twitched side to side in its impatient way. No one might have guessed what she had been through.
Dash: I almost believe that. The recoil from her little crazy episode was instant.
Everyone looked at her, and she scanned the others, before looking slowly back up to the ramshackle wooden stage and the mounted pillory. "Rarity... what you did was wrong. And it hurt me. It was a really bad thing. Really, really bad." Rarity's mouth moved to speak, but there was only silence.
Fallen: Once she turned away, though, she forgot they were there.
Pinkie continued. "What happened is over, and fussing about it won't help anypony. The only thing I can do is keep going, and not let it get me down. 'Cause there's always gonna be bad things. But there's gonna be good things, too."
Fallen: Awesome attitude to have, but RAPE.
Pinkie glanced down, reflecting. Her expression was soberingly serious, but not maudlin or broken. "But just 'cause I'm gonna be okay doesn't mean it didn't happen. You hurt me, and you made me feel really bad." She looked back up. "You still did that," she said plainly.
Rarity: No pun intended, but she could not have sugarcoated it somewhat?
Rarity's face was now streaked with tears. Her makeup ran down her cheeks. Everything was coming apart. This wasn't what was supposed to happen. In desperation, she finally turned to Fluttershy.
Rarity: “At least tell me YOU enjoyed being sexually violated against your will by an enormous stallion!”
"W-well, what about Fluttershy? You can't say things didn't turn out well for her!"
Everyone looked at Fluttershy. Everyone but Mac. His expression soured, turning into a grimace. He bit down hard on the sprig of wheat in his mouth. Fluttershy looked to the ground and blushed "...how do you figure?" Twilight asked, still in disbelief.
Dash: “No, please, tell us. I’d LOVE to hear this one.”
"She-- her and Big Mac?" Rarity whimpered. "They... ever since... I mean, don't they make a perfect couple?"
Fluttershy looked up, eyes wide, her brow uncreased by worry. "Oh, no, you don't understand," she explained softly, "We're not going out."
Fallen: Well. There’s a shock.
Rarity: How long would they have lasted together? It’s as we’ve been saying: a relationship built upon the foundations of rape cannot healthily function.
"You're... not?" Rarity gulped. "But... ever since - you're always... I mean, you and he-..."
"Oh, no. We've been spending time together because I'm trying to help him get over what happened. He's been just torn up, the poor little guy!"
Dash: Wait. BIG MACINTOSH was the one who was hurt more by all this?
Fallen: It fits the collective gentle-giant headcanon.
Fluttershy said in her wispy tone as though talking about one of her sick animals, patting Big Mac gently on his side. He blushed, anger fading. He tore his gaze from Rarity and stared at the ground, his expression hollow. "He just needs to work through it."
Fallen: ...but it IS kind of weird that she’s taking it in stride, all things considered.
"What about you?" Dash managed.
"Oh, I'll be all right," Fluttershy assured quickly, "I'm just worried about poor McIntosh. He just hasn't felt the same."
Rarity stared in disbelief.
Fallen: You know... this all comes back to what I said before. How you could still have your story about Rarity opening the sexual floodgates, but explain what she wants to her friends so that they can be set up with consensual partners.
Rarity: Would we be here if the author chose that option?
Fallen: Wouldn’t you rather NOT be here because he chose this one?
"I guess that explains why Mac didn't want to... you know." Twilight mumbled, nodding at the hastily-constructed pillory.
Fallen: Didn’t want to build the pillory, or didn’t want to rape her?
Applejack sneered in disgust. "My big brother ain't about to hurt himself further by gettin' messed up with that white piece of trash."
Fallen: Oh snap. White trash jokes. One of the last things I’d expect to be associated with Rarity, but there it is.
She tried to think of something, anything to say, but she stiffened up suddenly when she felt breath against her unguarded rear. She shook in her bonds. Mac looked away, and Fluttershy turned with him, heading back towards Ponyville. "Come on, Big McIntosh, we don't need to be a part of this."
Rarity: I do find it somewhat odd that Fluttershy is consenting to what’s about to happen. Of all ponies, Fluttershy.
"Wait wait wait," Rarity pleaded with the remaining ponies. She glanced about uneasily. She couldn't just take it all back. It was too late for that. And besides, her plan had been sound, hadn't it? She couldn't turn her back on it. She'd come this far. She could still salvage it.
Dash: Rarity... I think this whole thing started killing most of your brain cells.
Rarity: It certainly feels that way...
"You... you just don't understand. You know I love you, all of you!"
"We thought you did." Twilight muttered.
"I do! I did it because I love you! I'm sorry if you felt hurt, but - but I was only trying to help, I swear!"
Fallen: Keep saying that, Rarity. Maybe it’ll make everything all better.
There was a silence. Then Pinkie Pie, of all ponies, was the one to speak up. "I believe you, Rarity. You just weren't yourself." She said, sounding genuinely sympathetic. Rarity smiled weakly, unevenly.
Dash: Okay, I get that Pinkie would be this forgiving, but there HAS to be a catch.
Then Pinkie smiled back, shrugged nonchalantly. "But you still have to take your medicine!" she bubbled, turning around and prancing back to town as though nothing had happened.
Rarity: Pinkie Pie... I would be less incredulous about her participation, but she should not be so jovial about it.
The white unicorn stood in shock for a moment, then felt her tail being pulled, tugged, and swished aside. Her pale face went bright red, hot blush rising to her elegant features.
Fallen: Soon it would be hot enough to use her face as a cooking surface.
Rarity: ...you’re reaching for these now, I can tell.
Fallen: Can it.
"Eughhh," Dash groaned, wincing. "I don't wanna see this. I'm gonna go do some laps or something to get my mind off this." she turned and took off into the sky, already starting to show a bit more energy than the day before.
Dash: I dunno. If I were dead set on revenge like this, I think I’d want to watch.
Only Twilight and Applejack remained, watching the white filly shaking and rattling in her wooden bonds. Her unseen 'suitor' sniffed around behind her, tugging at her tail, curiously toying with her.
Rarity: ...this is becoming rather discomforting.
Dash: Now you finally know how it feels.
Rarity gulped desperately. "Please, you have to believe me," she whimpered, "I... I know you're mad! I understand that! I can... ooh!" she startled, feeling the figure nosing between her legs.
Rarity: How could you stand this!?
Dash: You saw me. I couldn’t.
Her tone jumped, and she began speaking faster. "I can appreciate your frustration! But you have to believe me, I only did it to help you! I thought it would be for the best! You're my friends, and I did everything for you because of that!"
Fallen: Your logic is going in circles, Rarity.
Applejack scowled and Twilight sighed. "Rarity, I don't know if we can ever be friends again. I don't know if we'll even be able to forgive you. But if we ever do, it's going to be a long, LONG road."
Fallen: Goddammit, my mind went to “Boulevard of Broken Dreams.” Screw you, story.
Rarity bit her lip, straightening out. She nodded quickly. "I--I understand! This..." she gulped, streaked tears running down her face. It had all come undone.
Rarity: Yes, we’ve... we’ve established this.
"I wanted to help you. I thought that... I thought that sex would - I just wanted to help!" she cried again, shaking her head, "But this... may not have been the best way to go about it."
Dash: Nooooooo!
Twilight frowned. AJ made an incredulous scoff, shaking her head, "Uhhhh, well gosh, y'THINK?"
"I'm sorry, girls. I really am!" Rarity gushed, sniffling. Finally, it had all come down. And yet for the first time in over a week, she felt a strange kind of clarity.
Fallen: At last, she was able to believe it wasn’t butter!
"I know..." she took a deep breath through her nose, puffing up her chest, straightening up as best as she could. "I know I can't take it back. But... I swear, I wasn't myself! I don't expect you to forgive me. But I'm going to do everything I can to make it up to you, even if it takes the rest of my life!"
Fallen: Does that sound like long enough?
Dash: I doubt she’d EVER make it up to all of us.
Applejack and Twilight looked at each other, nonplussed, but slowly, their expressions began to soften.
"I deserve this." Rarity said, firmly.
Dash: She deserves WORSE.
Rarity: That... seems a bit strong, don’t you think?
Twilight slowly glanced back. She gave Rarity a long, studious look. Finally, she closed her eyes. "We won't tell anyone." AJ looked up and then started to say something, but Twilight nodded to her. "But we're not taking the flyers down."
Rarity: ...flyers?
Fallen: Oh, this is even richer. A calling card for ANYONE to have their way with you.
Rarity: But... why would...
The two of them turned together towards the town, and without another word, they walked off, leaving the dense, overgrown edge of the Everfree Forest behind.
Dash: That’s a bit out of the way, though, isn’t it?
Rarity lowered her head, sniffling, and awkwardly wiped her tear-stained face against one of her locked-in front hooves. It was a chance. She'd take her punishment, however unpleasant. And then she'd do whatever it took to atone.
Fallen: I wonder if that could count as consent...
She felt weight on her back, something poking wetly at her haunches, and out of the corner of her eyes, two hooves came down from behind, straddling her shoulders. She looked to them and sighed, rolling her eyes.
Dash: Just watch, it’s Prince Blueblood.
Long, unshorn gray fetlocks.
Mule hooves.
Of course.
Rarity: …
Dash: YES! We’re out! That’s the end!
Fallen: Thank. Fucking. GOD.
Epilogue
Rarity: Ah, at long last!
Fallen: You’re not gonna be happy with this at all, Rarity. I promise you that.
"You can't do this!" Rarity shrieked.
"You're lucky we don't tie you up an' throw you in the lake!" AJ growled, literally spitting at the white unicorn in bondage before her.
Fallen: Seriously? One chapter’s worth of bondage wasn’t enough for this story?
The purple-maned fashionista was standing upright on quivering hind legs, front hooves strapped along with her neck in a kind of makeshift pillory Applejack herself had cobbled together. It wasn't pretty, but it did the job.
Dash: Eye for an eye?
Fallen: Eye for an eye.
Rarity: Please tell me you’re joking...
Fallen: Nope. Karma, bitches.
They were all there. Fluttershy, Applejack, Pinkie, Twilight, Dash.
Fallen: Oh, that would be karmically rich. The other mane five raping Rarity all at once. But no, they’re actually ABOVE that.
Even Big Mac was present, watching silently. His expression was dark. His eyes were hidden behind his mussed mane. His mouth was set in a grim frown.
Fallen: “Ah’m Batman.”
Rarity thrashed in her bonds, shaking the creaking stand that proved surprisingly sturdy.
"You must'a thought you were really smart, Rarity," Applejack scowled, barely controlling her rage. "I bet you didn't think we'd figure it out.
Rarity: I’m glad they did, but why had it taken so long!?
But we put the pieces together. You... you no-good... cow pie! It was you all along! YOU!"
"I was going to tell you myself!" She hastily explained, "That's what I was coming over to do!"
"Yeah, right!" Dash cried, shakily.
"You were supposed to be our friend!" Twilight said. She was betrayed.
Fallen: BETRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYAL!
Rarity's mouth dropped and her eyes watered. Her expression was pleading, hurt. "I AM your friend!"
Dash: That’s why you’re stuck in a pillory with everypony giving you a good thrashing.
The entire group growled and shouted in response. Even Mac spit at the idea. "What the heck kind of friend DOES that?!" Applejack demanded.
Dash: ...the generous kind?
Rarity: Not even close, darling.
"I was trying to help you!" Rarity pleaded, on the verge of tears.
This time there was no revulsion, no angry shouts. Just utter silence.
After a moment, Twilight spoke up. "Rarity... you're... you're insane."
Fallen: THERE you go! The proper response to her entire “generous” plan!
Rarity stared back, mouth agape.
"How... how in the name of Celestia does getting us - how does what you did... how is that HELPING us?" Twilight demanded, absolutely incredulous.
Rarity: THANK YOU!
"I..." Rarity stammered. She had a plan. She had a reason. Didn't she? Of course she did. Her eyes glanced frantically between all her friends. On the wooden platform behind her, she heard a creak. Unable to look behind her, she could only sense the figure approaching, slowly, almost cautiously.
Rarity: Huh. I wonder who that could be.
Her heart jumped in her chest and she decided to hurry things up, while there was still time. "I was trying to teach you all a lesson!"
Fallen: That’s not the friendliest way to phrase it.
She caught herself, gasping as her friends all glared angrily. "No-! I mean-! Oh, girls, listen to me! I was trying to show you how to be... better friends! To help you! It... was a learning experience!" She smiled, uncomfortably.
The rest of the girls stared, incredulous expressions throughout the small crowd.
Dash: I wonder why.
Fallen: I think all they learned was that this Rarity is a psycho bitch.
"You think any a'this HELPED us?!" Applejack demanded, furious.
"Yes! Yes!" Rarity gasped.
Rarity: Even to the end, I’m convinced of my righteousness!?
"IT DIDN'T!" AJ shouted back.
The white unicorn stared for a second, mouth hanging open. She was struggling to explain herself, but finally put on the spot, everything began to unravel. Her carefully-laid plan didn't seem as solid as it once did.
Dash: Was it ever solid to begin with?
Fallen: Since it relied on collective stupidity to function as long as it did, obviously not.
And the truth was, she was having trouble answering why. How could it have come to this? Everything she did, she did for them, didn't she? Wasn't she just trying to help? But... they didn't seem happy. Not at all. And her reasons were quickly falling apart.
Dash: Took long enough, didn’t it?
She struggled in her bonds, searching frantically for an answer. "Oh, y-you don't understand!" Rarity stammered, blushing hard as she felt the presence behind her.
Rarity: Presence behind me? Feeling it? You two were not joking, were you.
Fallen: Nope.
"Then explain it to us!" Twilight scoffed.
"Twilight!" Rarity urged, "Wh-what about you? You had fun with Caramel, didn't you?"
Fallen: Maybe at the start and towards the end, but it WAS still technically rape.
Twilight Sparkle's jaw dropped. Her brow set. She looked like she couldn't even believe what she'd just heard, so Rarity hurriedly continued before she could interject. "Please," the white filly whimpered, "You would make such a cute couple! A real boyfriend - woudln't that be nice? Didn't you want to see him again, after that lovely night?"
Rarity: That was the outward appearance, but...
"Lovely n-!" Twilight began angrily, cutting herself off. She took a deep breath, so angry she was seeing red. "I never want to see that scuzzy creep as long as I live!"
Dash: Right, the date rape thing... but I thought that almost turned out well for her.
Fallen: Congratulations, Tozac. In the space of a paragraph, you killed all my respect for the fourth chapter.
"What?!" Rarity gasped.
"That slimy, underhanded date-rapist! That crawly creeper! I'd sooner fuck Snails!" she spat.
Fallen: Okay, that’s a bit extreme.
The other girls gave her an odd look, both for her sudden, incredible and uncharacteristic vulgarity and her unprovoked mention of the gawky colt. Noticing the stares, she blushed, wiped her mouth as though physically cleaning away the dirty swear, but went right back to staring daggers at Rarity.
Dash: Nice save, Twi.
The white young filly stammered, unable to find the words to argue, and glanced to Dash. "What about Dash? Oh Dash, YOU appreciate what I did, don't you? I got you a date with the Wonderbolts! A chance to be intimate with your heroes!
Dash: You didn’t let me have it the way the me in the story wanted it, though!
And you got a taste of what you were missing! Isn't that better?" She pleaded, desperate, "Isn't it better not living with confusion?"
Fallen: Oh, Rarity, your character here is the WORST.
Rarity: Inform me of something LESS obvious.
"Not living with 'confusion'?" Dash repeated. "Why I ought'a--!" she growled, started forward, but Fluttershy and Pinkie grabbed her, held her back. She shook with anger.
Fallen: Why am I imagining Rainbow Dash with maracas?
Dash: ...I don’t get you.
"I- I can't believe you would say- s-say-" her angry demeanor broke suddenly and a stream of tears ran down her face. "I've never been more confused in my LIFE!" Dash cried. "You didn't help me at all! You hurt me! You hurt all of us!"
Dash: I have to side with me on this one. Forcing a lesbian to sleep with a stallion won’t do anything but screw with her head. Plus, I’m thoroughly confused.
Rarity's brows arched into a shocked, sad expression. Tears welled up in her eyes. She tried to say something, but Dash turned away, sobbing. Twilight patted her back gently, and AJ whispered soft consolations and encouragements.
Rarity: I suppose I can take solace in the fact that I feel awful about all I’ve done.
The young fashion designer couldn't find the words, suddenly couldn't think of anything to say. She glanced around, panicked, and heard more hoofsteps behind her. "Applejack, you-"
Fallen: Applejack is the LAST pony you want to try appealing to right now. After Rainbow, she had it the worst.
Dash: Pinkie’s chapter?
Fallen: ...okay, I think AJ and Pinkie may be tied for second.
Applejack looked up from her attention to Dash. Rarity bit her tongue under the withering glare. She wanted to say something about independence, learning to count on others, but the words died in her throat. It didn't seem right to say anything.
Dash: Duh. The Royal Guard ganged up on her! And why use rape to teach her about counting on others for help!?
"W-well," Rarity stammered, "What about Pinkie Pie? She seems fine!"
All eyes turned to Pinkie.
Fallen: They feared what would happen if they blinked.
The pink party pony stood there, looking up at the bound filly. Her hair was fluffy, her eyes gleamed with energy, her tail twitched side to side in its impatient way. No one might have guessed what she had been through.
Dash: I almost believe that. The recoil from her little crazy episode was instant.
Everyone looked at her, and she scanned the others, before looking slowly back up to the ramshackle wooden stage and the mounted pillory. "Rarity... what you did was wrong. And it hurt me. It was a really bad thing. Really, really bad." Rarity's mouth moved to speak, but there was only silence.
Fallen: Once she turned away, though, she forgot they were there.
Pinkie continued. "What happened is over, and fussing about it won't help anypony. The only thing I can do is keep going, and not let it get me down. 'Cause there's always gonna be bad things. But there's gonna be good things, too."
Fallen: Awesome attitude to have, but RAPE.
Pinkie glanced down, reflecting. Her expression was soberingly serious, but not maudlin or broken. "But just 'cause I'm gonna be okay doesn't mean it didn't happen. You hurt me, and you made me feel really bad." She looked back up. "You still did that," she said plainly.
Rarity: No pun intended, but she could not have sugarcoated it somewhat?
Rarity's face was now streaked with tears. Her makeup ran down her cheeks. Everything was coming apart. This wasn't what was supposed to happen. In desperation, she finally turned to Fluttershy.
Rarity: “At least tell me YOU enjoyed being sexually violated against your will by an enormous stallion!”
"W-well, what about Fluttershy? You can't say things didn't turn out well for her!"
Everyone looked at Fluttershy. Everyone but Mac. His expression soured, turning into a grimace. He bit down hard on the sprig of wheat in his mouth. Fluttershy looked to the ground and blushed "...how do you figure?" Twilight asked, still in disbelief.
Dash: “No, please, tell us. I’d LOVE to hear this one.”
"She-- her and Big Mac?" Rarity whimpered. "They... ever since... I mean, don't they make a perfect couple?"
Fluttershy looked up, eyes wide, her brow uncreased by worry. "Oh, no, you don't understand," she explained softly, "We're not going out."
Fallen: Well. There’s a shock.
Rarity: How long would they have lasted together? It’s as we’ve been saying: a relationship built upon the foundations of rape cannot healthily function.
"You're... not?" Rarity gulped. "But... ever since - you're always... I mean, you and he-..."
"Oh, no. We've been spending time together because I'm trying to help him get over what happened. He's been just torn up, the poor little guy!"
Dash: Wait. BIG MACINTOSH was the one who was hurt more by all this?
Fallen: It fits the collective gentle-giant headcanon.
Fluttershy said in her wispy tone as though talking about one of her sick animals, patting Big Mac gently on his side. He blushed, anger fading. He tore his gaze from Rarity and stared at the ground, his expression hollow. "He just needs to work through it."
Fallen: ...but it IS kind of weird that she’s taking it in stride, all things considered.
"What about you?" Dash managed.
"Oh, I'll be all right," Fluttershy assured quickly, "I'm just worried about poor McIntosh. He just hasn't felt the same."
Rarity stared in disbelief.
Fallen: You know... this all comes back to what I said before. How you could still have your story about Rarity opening the sexual floodgates, but explain what she wants to her friends so that they can be set up with consensual partners.
Rarity: Would we be here if the author chose that option?
Fallen: Wouldn’t you rather NOT be here because he chose this one?
"I guess that explains why Mac didn't want to... you know." Twilight mumbled, nodding at the hastily-constructed pillory.
Fallen: Didn’t want to build the pillory, or didn’t want to rape her?
Applejack sneered in disgust. "My big brother ain't about to hurt himself further by gettin' messed up with that white piece of trash."
Fallen: Oh snap. White trash jokes. One of the last things I’d expect to be associated with Rarity, but there it is.
She tried to think of something, anything to say, but she stiffened up suddenly when she felt breath against her unguarded rear. She shook in her bonds. Mac looked away, and Fluttershy turned with him, heading back towards Ponyville. "Come on, Big McIntosh, we don't need to be a part of this."
Rarity: I do find it somewhat odd that Fluttershy is consenting to what’s about to happen. Of all ponies, Fluttershy.
"Wait wait wait," Rarity pleaded with the remaining ponies. She glanced about uneasily. She couldn't just take it all back. It was too late for that. And besides, her plan had been sound, hadn't it? She couldn't turn her back on it. She'd come this far. She could still salvage it.
Dash: Rarity... I think this whole thing started killing most of your brain cells.
Rarity: It certainly feels that way...
"You... you just don't understand. You know I love you, all of you!"
"We thought you did." Twilight muttered.
"I do! I did it because I love you! I'm sorry if you felt hurt, but - but I was only trying to help, I swear!"
Fallen: Keep saying that, Rarity. Maybe it’ll make everything all better.
There was a silence. Then Pinkie Pie, of all ponies, was the one to speak up. "I believe you, Rarity. You just weren't yourself." She said, sounding genuinely sympathetic. Rarity smiled weakly, unevenly.
Dash: Okay, I get that Pinkie would be this forgiving, but there HAS to be a catch.
Then Pinkie smiled back, shrugged nonchalantly. "But you still have to take your medicine!" she bubbled, turning around and prancing back to town as though nothing had happened.
Rarity: Pinkie Pie... I would be less incredulous about her participation, but she should not be so jovial about it.
The white unicorn stood in shock for a moment, then felt her tail being pulled, tugged, and swished aside. Her pale face went bright red, hot blush rising to her elegant features.
Fallen: Soon it would be hot enough to use her face as a cooking surface.
Rarity: ...you’re reaching for these now, I can tell.
Fallen: Can it.
"Eughhh," Dash groaned, wincing. "I don't wanna see this. I'm gonna go do some laps or something to get my mind off this." she turned and took off into the sky, already starting to show a bit more energy than the day before.
Dash: I dunno. If I were dead set on revenge like this, I think I’d want to watch.
Only Twilight and Applejack remained, watching the white filly shaking and rattling in her wooden bonds. Her unseen 'suitor' sniffed around behind her, tugging at her tail, curiously toying with her.
Rarity: ...this is becoming rather discomforting.
Dash: Now you finally know how it feels.
Rarity gulped desperately. "Please, you have to believe me," she whimpered, "I... I know you're mad! I understand that! I can... ooh!" she startled, feeling the figure nosing between her legs.
Rarity: How could you stand this!?
Dash: You saw me. I couldn’t.
Her tone jumped, and she began speaking faster. "I can appreciate your frustration! But you have to believe me, I only did it to help you! I thought it would be for the best! You're my friends, and I did everything for you because of that!"
Fallen: Your logic is going in circles, Rarity.
Applejack scowled and Twilight sighed. "Rarity, I don't know if we can ever be friends again. I don't know if we'll even be able to forgive you. But if we ever do, it's going to be a long, LONG road."
Fallen: Goddammit, my mind went to “Boulevard of Broken Dreams.” Screw you, story.
Rarity bit her lip, straightening out. She nodded quickly. "I--I understand! This..." she gulped, streaked tears running down her face. It had all come undone.
Rarity: Yes, we’ve... we’ve established this.
"I wanted to help you. I thought that... I thought that sex would - I just wanted to help!" she cried again, shaking her head, "But this... may not have been the best way to go about it."
Dash: Nooooooo!
Twilight frowned. AJ made an incredulous scoff, shaking her head, "Uhhhh, well gosh, y'THINK?"
"I'm sorry, girls. I really am!" Rarity gushed, sniffling. Finally, it had all come down. And yet for the first time in over a week, she felt a strange kind of clarity.
Fallen: At last, she was able to believe it wasn’t butter!
"I know..." she took a deep breath through her nose, puffing up her chest, straightening up as best as she could. "I know I can't take it back. But... I swear, I wasn't myself! I don't expect you to forgive me. But I'm going to do everything I can to make it up to you, even if it takes the rest of my life!"
Fallen: Does that sound like long enough?
Dash: I doubt she’d EVER make it up to all of us.
Applejack and Twilight looked at each other, nonplussed, but slowly, their expressions began to soften.
"I deserve this." Rarity said, firmly.
Dash: She deserves WORSE.
Rarity: That... seems a bit strong, don’t you think?
Twilight slowly glanced back. She gave Rarity a long, studious look. Finally, she closed her eyes. "We won't tell anyone." AJ looked up and then started to say something, but Twilight nodded to her. "But we're not taking the flyers down."
Rarity: ...flyers?
Fallen: Oh, this is even richer. A calling card for ANYONE to have their way with you.
Rarity: But... why would...
The two of them turned together towards the town, and without another word, they walked off, leaving the dense, overgrown edge of the Everfree Forest behind.
Dash: That’s a bit out of the way, though, isn’t it?
Rarity lowered her head, sniffling, and awkwardly wiped her tear-stained face against one of her locked-in front hooves. It was a chance. She'd take her punishment, however unpleasant. And then she'd do whatever it took to atone.
Fallen: I wonder if that could count as consent...
She felt weight on her back, something poking wetly at her haunches, and out of the corner of her eyes, two hooves came down from behind, straddling her shoulders. She looked to them and sighed, rolling her eyes.
Dash: Just watch, it’s Prince Blueblood.
Long, unshorn gray fetlocks.
Mule hooves.
Of course.
Rarity: …
Dash: YES! We’re out! That’s the end!
Fallen: Thank. Fucking. GOD.
Fallen: Alright, we made it through our first massive project! How do we feel?
Dash: Disgusted. Even ignoring the fact that Rarity got the other four raped too, she deserved a lot worse than what she got!
Fallen: Yeah, no argument there. Now she’ll know what it’s like.
(Somewhat out of sight, Rarity cringes at these remarks.)
Pinkie: (from TV) WOOHOO! That was our biggest project EVER together! That was even longer than that ten-story marathon! And now it’s finally over, and you’re free to go!
(The armory doors unlock and open.)
Dash: FREEDOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! (flies straight out the door)
Fallen: Wow. It’s finally open for me. I don’t plan to stick around, so Rarity, if you wouldn’t mind locking up when you-
Rarity: NO! PLEASE, WAIT!
Fallen: ...huh?
Rarity: Please, just stay here.
Fallen: Uh... why?
Rarity: I don’t know. It’s just... that epilogue...
Fallen: Yeah. That must have been rough on you.
Rarity: More than you can imagine. I just... I don’t want to be left alone right now.
Fallen: You can’t just go home to Opalescence and Sweetie Belle?
Rarity: What comfort could they provide? Neither of them have seen this, and heaven forbid I burden my dear, sweet sister with knowledge of it. Plus... I feel unsafe stepping out that door alone.
Fallen: (sighs) Alright. I’ll stay for as long as it takes for you to recover.
Rarity: Thank you kindly, Fallen.
Fallen: Least I can do. It’s my place anyway.
Rarity: ...I changed my mind.
Fallen: Wait, what?
Rarity: About missing this, I mean.
Fallen: Tell me you’re kidding. You seriously miss this story.
Rarity: No, not the story, not ever. I meant... just... everything. I really have grown accustomed to spending the time here with you. It seems criminal to have it end on such a sour note as... this.
Dash: (from doorway) Hey, Rare! You coming?
Rarity: I’ll be a few moments longer. I just... need some time to recuperate.
Pinkie: That gives me another idea! I’ll be right back! (runs offscreen)
Fallen: ...that was weird.
Dash: So... should I just-
Rarity: Oh, Rainbow Dash, don’t leave in such a hurry! Could you be a dear and wait with me?
Dash: ...well, I don’t have much else to do, so sure. Was that last part really that rough on you?
Rarity: Yes. Yes it was.
Dash: I can kinda see why. I mean, you had it a thousand times worse, but it’s mostly the same thing. Everypony else feels a little bit of your pain.
Pinkie: (from doorway) Okay, I’m back! And I brought company!
Rarity: You what?
Applejack: Howdy, Rarity. Ah take it this is about that same story that got the best of me before?
Twilight Sparkle: Pinkie came by to tell us how hard you were hit by the epilogue, and since we all saw about a fifth as much of the story as you, we decided it might be best to all come together and help you through this.
Fluttershy: You poor thing! I can’t even imagine what it must have been like for you to go through five chapters of that!
(All five grab Rarity for a group hug.)
Rarity: ...thank you, girls. Thank you all so much. I probably would not have survived without each and every one of you.
Fallen: Come on. I went through just as much for just as long. Where’s my moral support?
All but Fallen: Eh.
Fallen: I can feel the love in this room...
Pinkie: Alright, everypony! I already have a party set up at Sugarcube Corner! Primey, you’re invited too!
Fallen: I’d love to, really, but I think a human in Ponyville would create a scene.
Twilight: Well... tell you what. I don’t know who’s on the guest list for this party, but if it’s small enough, I should be able to teleport you right into Sugarcube Corner. That way you won’t have to worry too much about being seen.
Fallen: Sounds like a plan.
Dash: What are we waiting for? Let’s go!
Rarity: Go on ahead. I’m still not finished here.
AJ: Ya sure, sugarcube? Ah think it’s kinda mostly in yer honor, and not havin’ ya there would be awkward.
Rarity: It will only be a moment. I shall meet up with you before you reach Sugarcube Corner.
Fluttershy: Alright then. We’ll see you there, Rarity! And hopefully you too, Fallen. You two have been getting along, haven’t you?
Fallen: Yes, Fluttershy. Run along now, all of you.
Pinkie: Okie dokie lokie! See you in a bit! (leaves with other four)
Fallen: Alright. What did you want before you joined them all, Rarity?
Rarity: Well, before we joined the general noisiness of the party, I just wanted to say... for all of my snide remarks and jokes at your expense... it was a pleasure spending this time with you. As much as my friends had helped me through “Rarity’s Generous Plan,” I thoroughly appreciate your support through every chapter. I may not have made it without that one constant being there, and I could have done far worse than you.
Fallen: Thanks. You and your friends are welcome here whenever, you know that. Stop by if you get the chance.
Rarity: Perhaps I shall. Farewell for now!
(Rarity leaves the armory, and a few minutes later, they can all be seen on the TV screen.)
Fallen: Pinkie... your screen’s still-
Twilight: (from TV) Oh, wow! This is an impressive setup she has here! Fallen, you really should think about upgrading.
Fallen: If it means turning the tables on Pinkie someday, I just might. How’s that guest list looking?
Twilight: Just us six. Still want to join in?
Fallen: After all this, I think I need it. Just don’t drink, you’re my ride back too.
Twilight: (chuckles) I’ll keep that in mind.
(Twilight zaps Fallen over to Sugarcube Corner and pushes the button, turning the TV off with a blip.)
Dash: Disgusted. Even ignoring the fact that Rarity got the other four raped too, she deserved a lot worse than what she got!
Fallen: Yeah, no argument there. Now she’ll know what it’s like.
(Somewhat out of sight, Rarity cringes at these remarks.)
Pinkie: (from TV) WOOHOO! That was our biggest project EVER together! That was even longer than that ten-story marathon! And now it’s finally over, and you’re free to go!
(The armory doors unlock and open.)
Dash: FREEDOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! (flies straight out the door)
Fallen: Wow. It’s finally open for me. I don’t plan to stick around, so Rarity, if you wouldn’t mind locking up when you-
Rarity: NO! PLEASE, WAIT!
Fallen: ...huh?
Rarity: Please, just stay here.
Fallen: Uh... why?
Rarity: I don’t know. It’s just... that epilogue...
Fallen: Yeah. That must have been rough on you.
Rarity: More than you can imagine. I just... I don’t want to be left alone right now.
Fallen: You can’t just go home to Opalescence and Sweetie Belle?
Rarity: What comfort could they provide? Neither of them have seen this, and heaven forbid I burden my dear, sweet sister with knowledge of it. Plus... I feel unsafe stepping out that door alone.
Fallen: (sighs) Alright. I’ll stay for as long as it takes for you to recover.
Rarity: Thank you kindly, Fallen.
Fallen: Least I can do. It’s my place anyway.
Rarity: ...I changed my mind.
Fallen: Wait, what?
Rarity: About missing this, I mean.
Fallen: Tell me you’re kidding. You seriously miss this story.
Rarity: No, not the story, not ever. I meant... just... everything. I really have grown accustomed to spending the time here with you. It seems criminal to have it end on such a sour note as... this.
Dash: (from doorway) Hey, Rare! You coming?
Rarity: I’ll be a few moments longer. I just... need some time to recuperate.
Pinkie: That gives me another idea! I’ll be right back! (runs offscreen)
Fallen: ...that was weird.
Dash: So... should I just-
Rarity: Oh, Rainbow Dash, don’t leave in such a hurry! Could you be a dear and wait with me?
Dash: ...well, I don’t have much else to do, so sure. Was that last part really that rough on you?
Rarity: Yes. Yes it was.
Dash: I can kinda see why. I mean, you had it a thousand times worse, but it’s mostly the same thing. Everypony else feels a little bit of your pain.
Pinkie: (from doorway) Okay, I’m back! And I brought company!
Rarity: You what?
Applejack: Howdy, Rarity. Ah take it this is about that same story that got the best of me before?
Twilight Sparkle: Pinkie came by to tell us how hard you were hit by the epilogue, and since we all saw about a fifth as much of the story as you, we decided it might be best to all come together and help you through this.
Fluttershy: You poor thing! I can’t even imagine what it must have been like for you to go through five chapters of that!
(All five grab Rarity for a group hug.)
Rarity: ...thank you, girls. Thank you all so much. I probably would not have survived without each and every one of you.
Fallen: Come on. I went through just as much for just as long. Where’s my moral support?
All but Fallen: Eh.
Fallen: I can feel the love in this room...
Pinkie: Alright, everypony! I already have a party set up at Sugarcube Corner! Primey, you’re invited too!
Fallen: I’d love to, really, but I think a human in Ponyville would create a scene.
Twilight: Well... tell you what. I don’t know who’s on the guest list for this party, but if it’s small enough, I should be able to teleport you right into Sugarcube Corner. That way you won’t have to worry too much about being seen.
Fallen: Sounds like a plan.
Dash: What are we waiting for? Let’s go!
Rarity: Go on ahead. I’m still not finished here.
AJ: Ya sure, sugarcube? Ah think it’s kinda mostly in yer honor, and not havin’ ya there would be awkward.
Rarity: It will only be a moment. I shall meet up with you before you reach Sugarcube Corner.
Fluttershy: Alright then. We’ll see you there, Rarity! And hopefully you too, Fallen. You two have been getting along, haven’t you?
Fallen: Yes, Fluttershy. Run along now, all of you.
Pinkie: Okie dokie lokie! See you in a bit! (leaves with other four)
Fallen: Alright. What did you want before you joined them all, Rarity?
Rarity: Well, before we joined the general noisiness of the party, I just wanted to say... for all of my snide remarks and jokes at your expense... it was a pleasure spending this time with you. As much as my friends had helped me through “Rarity’s Generous Plan,” I thoroughly appreciate your support through every chapter. I may not have made it without that one constant being there, and I could have done far worse than you.
Fallen: Thanks. You and your friends are welcome here whenever, you know that. Stop by if you get the chance.
Rarity: Perhaps I shall. Farewell for now!
(Rarity leaves the armory, and a few minutes later, they can all be seen on the TV screen.)
Fallen: Pinkie... your screen’s still-
Twilight: (from TV) Oh, wow! This is an impressive setup she has here! Fallen, you really should think about upgrading.
Fallen: If it means turning the tables on Pinkie someday, I just might. How’s that guest list looking?
Twilight: Just us six. Still want to join in?
Fallen: After all this, I think I need it. Just don’t drink, you’re my ride back too.
Twilight: (chuckles) I’ll keep that in mind.
(Twilight zaps Fallen over to Sugarcube Corner and pushes the button, turning the TV off with a blip.)
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