Rarity smiled as she looked at herself in the mirror. A silver dress, long socks and gloves, and an exquisite necklace with a beautiful blue sapphire that added such a chilly look to it all. Another outfit she had spent weeks on designing and cutting and making. She shifted her body around to get a better look at her back, although this part was never easy. 
	“Tsk tsk tsk...Did my butt really get this big?” She shook her head. “I need to take new measurements...or cut out some deserts.” She doubted Pinky Pie would be happy with her turning down the sweets she makes every day, but Rarity had no choice. She was blessed at a young age with a thin figure, but it was something she could lose any day now. 
	She sighed, and went out to collect her mail. On the floor in front of her front door, slid into the mail slot, was a letter and a newspaper. She picked them both up and walked over to her table. She left them there as she went to get a medium glass of juiced vegetables for breakfast. She took a sip and winced. Carrots, apples, and lettuce were all vegetables she liked by themselves, but together it was rather unpleasant. She took another breath and tried to gulp it all down at once, only to stop again half way. 
	“Ugh…” She put the glass on the table and looked at the newspaper. 
	The top story was about Twilight making changes to the School of Friendship, involving both a new curriculum and teaching method. “The main focus of the school for a long time was friendship.” Twilight was quoted to have said. “And of course, friendship is important, but I worry we have been focusing too little on the message and importance of equality. By taking more direct control, I hope to...”
Rarity sighed again. How long since she last hung out with Twilight? Her alicorn friend was now an alicorn princess, and of course that involves a lot of time spent working. Rarity pinned for that time a few years ago, when they were young, had whole days ahead of them, and could waste an entire day hanging out. 
The next story involved the cancelation of the race between Rainbow Dash and Spitfire, something Rarity paid no mind. Rainbow Dash was her friend, but she didn’t really care much for sports. Aprenently Spitfire had said, publicly, that she was no match for Rainbow Dash, all while Rainbow Dash smirked smuggled to the cameras, her hand much too close to Spitfire’s rump for Rarity’s comfort. 
She put the newspaper down and opened up the letter, and found an invitation inside. 

“Dear Rarity. 

Me and Vinyl Scratch have been chosen to perform music for Princess Twilight for a party she has planned, and I was wondering if you could visit later today and tell us what you think of the sound we’ve chosen. 

Signed, Octavia.” 

Rarity almost jumped out of her seat. A party? Thrown by her old friend Twilight? Rarity imagined the high class dining, the slow dancing, and most of all the exquisite dresses and outfits all the high class of equestria would wear. All the outfits would be subtle yet expensive, dignified yet daring, alluring yet chaste. She would need to work out on the outfit she would bring to such an event. She drank down the last of her juice, held it down as best she could, washed the cup, and set out for Octavia and Vinyl Scratch’s home. 

“Hello Rarity! It’s so good to see you!” Octavia said as she opened the door. “Please, do come in, me and Vinyl can’t wait to show you what we’ve been working on. 
“And I cannot wait to hear it.” Rarity said, smiling back. Rarity saw the quiet Pony, Vinyl Scratch, sitting in a large bean bag with headphones covering her ears. 
When Vinyl Scratch saw Rarity, she waved at her and stood up. 
Octavia put her hand on Rarity’s shoulder. “We’ve planned something very special for an occasion as rare as a royal party. We’ve been working on it in our basement, would you like to see?” 
“Oh?” Rarity said. “Of course, darling. The music you and Vinyl Scratch make is just wonderful. Er, when did you say this party was?” 
Octavia giggled. “Oh, well, of course Twilight must have invited her best friends, no? We figured she must have gone and told you in person, yes?” 
“Er, um...well...I am sure it simply got lost in the mail.” Rarity forced a smile on her face. 
“Oh yes, of course. Well, our basement is right this way, dear.” Octavia said. 
Rarity felt such a horrible tightness in her chest. Was it humiliation she felt, or anger? Why did Twilight forget to invite her? Or was her invitation simply lost in the mail? Although...Twilight would have surely invited her in person, as Octavia said. These thoughts were all that occupied her mind as she was led down a set of stairs into a rather dark basement below. 
“Oh, do you have any lights you can turn on?” Rarity asked. 
“I’m afraid not. We um...like to work in complete darkness.” Octavia said. “By not seeing anything, it helps our sense of hearing, letting us figure out the best sounds we can make. Please, it’s just right ahead of you.” 
Rarity huffed. She reached out ahead of her and felt around for anything. “It’s too dark!” She complained, walking deeper into the pitch black basement. “Can’t we listen to it upstairs?” 
“Oh, don’t worry…” Octavia said. “The music is just about to start…” 
Rarity felt someone grab her arm, and felt something metal click around her wrist. 
“Hey!” She screamed. By the time she noticed something was wrong, the other manicle was around her other arm. She tried to pull them off, but it was no use. She realized that whenever she moved, she heard what sounded like chains dragging along the ground. “Hey! This isn’t funny!” 
Octavia responded with a giggle. “Oh, trust me dear, it’s simply hilarious.” 
The light suddenly flashed on, blinding Rarity for a moment. When her sight returned to her, she saw Octavia and Vinyl Scratch standing before her, naked. 
Rarity gasped. “You two are indecent!” She had enough use of her arms to easily cover her eyes, and also try to hide that she’s blushing. “Please, put something on, and we can all laugh about this silly joke together…” 
“Oh, Rarity...” Octavia said. “If you think this is a joke, you’re going to find what we do next hilarious…” 
Rarity peaked between her fingers to make sure she had no miseen. The two mares standing before her had massive, heavy futa cocks, their breasts seemed so much bigger then they were when they still had clothes, their arms, legs, and stomach were much more muscular then seemed possible, and they both had a glowing purple tattoos just about their massive colt hood, or marehood, in this case. 
“What...What happened to you? I didn’t know you were futas?” Rarity said, trying her best to hide her fear. 
Vinyl Scratch did a heavy huff of laughter, and started to stroke her cock. Octavia, meanwhile, giggled. “It’s something to get used to, to be sure. I used to love licking Vinyl’s pussy so much, but then our Mistress came and showed us something much more fun…” The two futa ponies stepped towards Rarity. 
“No...what are you doing? Stop!” She screamed. This can’t be real, it couldn’t be real. There was no way she was about to be...raped! “Help me! Anyone! Help!” 
Despite her pleas, the two women grabbed onto her dress, and ripped it off of her. The loud tearing sound made her heart shatter to pieces. They tore off her undershirt, her bra, and her panties, leaving rarity naked and shivering. She covered up pussy and breasts with her hands, hoping to god she could just wake up. 
To Rarity’s horror, Vinyl Scratch licked her lips and took a step closer, but then Octavia put her hand on Vinyl’s shoulder. 
“No, honey. No rape until her mind is softer.” Octavia said. “Mistress doesn’t want us to hurt her friend, after all. Now go get the little device Mistress gave us. The sooner we get it done, the sooner we may use her.” 
Vinyl huffed, and walked upstairs. 
Octavia turned back to Rarity. “Yes, you heard that right, my pet. We won’t let you go, but we won’t rape you either.” She gripped Rarity’s chin, and brought her head close. “By the time this is done, you’re going to beg us to fill your holes up with cock.” 
Rarity felt a deep desire to reach out and claw her eyes, to spit in her face, to kick her in the balls, but something stopped her. A cold, angry look in Octavia’s face. It was what she wanted. She wanted the faintest excuse to beat her, torment her, and rape her. Rarity couldn’t fight her way out, not like this. 
“Please…” Rarity said. “I’m...I’m...I’m not into girls...I won’t ever give consent.” 
Just as she said this, Vinyl had returned, carrying a large speaker. She dropped it down, making a loud slamming sound. 
Octavia turned her head. “Hey! Be careful with that!” 
Vinyl nodded her head apologetically, but as soon as Octavia turned her head, Vinyl rolled her eyes. 
“Oh, don’t worry about what you want, my sweet.” Octavia said. “None of that matters anymore. Our Mistress showed us how to break down mares like you.” She turned and walked upstairs, with Vinyl following her. 
“Hey! Wait!” Rarity said. “You can’t leave me here like this!” 
“We just did!” Octavia yelled back, before slamming the basement door shut, and several locks clicking could be heard. 
Rarity screamed. She screamed about being set free, about being given food, about being given clothes, but if they could hear her, they gave no sign of it. She found herself sobbing, her tears pooling onto the chilly cement floor she laid on. Despite her being completely alone, she felt the need to keep herself covered with her hands, as if any moment from now someone would barge in and mock her for her indecency. Soon, her throat got tired from screaming, her eyes got tired of crying, and her arms got tired of covering herself. For the first time since she got here, she looked around the room. 
The basement was empty and featureless, save the shackles that kept her to the wall, The only other thing she could see was the large speaker that was dropped in front of her. She tried to reach it at least, hoping she could use it somehow, but her chains were just not long enough, leaving her gripping forward at nothing. Even if she tried to reach it with her feet, it was no use. 
Rarity found herself yawning. How long had she been locked up in here? It had to be at least an hour, but possibly more if she was already tired. She didn’t want to have to sleep on the concrete floor, but knew that sleeping in a bed would mean letting those assholes have her, well, asshole. Instead, she laid back against the wall, rested her head on her arm, and tried to sleep. 
A loud, screeching sound bolted her awake. The noise had come from the speaker that was laid before Rarity. Her hands covered her ears desperate to stop the loud ringing, but it hardly helped at all. The high pitched sound got louder and louder, never letting up for a moment. Rarity felt like her head was about to explode. 
Then the ringing stopped, and now music was being played. It was loud, basey, electronic dance music, the sort of thing that plays at nightclubs that stay open until 4am. While not as painful as the ringing, it was just as irritating. It was filled with loud thuds and bangs and very irritating drums. It was quick, loud, random, everything Rarity hated in music. 
Rarity screamed. “Is this your idea of torture? Trying to keep me up all night?” She laid back down on the floor, not even bothering to cover her ears. She tried as hard as she could to ignore the music and rest, but she had always been a very light sleeper. No matter how long she shut her eyes she could only focus on the heavy sounds coming from the speaker across from her. She even felt the floor reverberating from the blasting music.  Soon she realized that she wasn’t laying perfectly still, but instead her foot was tapping along to the music. 
She sighed. “This place is getting to me…” Rarity pushed herself up, and tried to tear the chains out of the fall, to no avail. This would have been impossible for the strongest colt in ponyville, let alone a weak girl like her. She could almost feel every loud bass and thump of a drum vibrate through her. Perhaps involuntarily, her head had started to bob along to the music as well. 
“Ugh, it’s such shitty music, but it’s so obnoxiously catchy!” She screamed. “I better not get this song stuck in my head the rest of my life.” 
She stood there in front of the stereo for a while. Just bobbing her head, tapping her foot, and occasionally shifting her hips. Moving to music was just natural, after all, it’s not weird. She felt an unnerving bubbling feeling in her body, something between her legs. She took another deep breath. 
“It’s just...been a while...I haven't masturbated in almost a month, I’ve just been too busy…” She closed her eyes and imagined a sexy colt. Someone big and strong like Braeburn or Mcintosh. She always thought Shiney Armor was a hunk, and Spike grew up to be very handsome. The group of them without shirts, showing off their big muscles and hairless chests. She loved to imagine them surrounding her, admiring her outfit, propositioning her. She would be coy with them, of course, wanting them to really go for her. 
“Damn, you look incredible in that. The design is exquisite.” They would say. 
“Oh yes, thank you darling. Honestly, it took hours to make.” She would show off the design of her dresses to them, hearing their gasps of amazement. 
“Yes, you’re truly the best outfit designer in Equestria!” They would say. 
“Of course I am! Nobody puts as much blood, sweat, and tears into my design!” Yes, she knew it was egotistical to fantasize such things, but it doesn’t hurt to stroke your ego a bit. 
“And…” They would say next. “Your moves look incredible…The way you shake your hips like that...You’re a natural!” 
“Hm?” Rarity said. She was moving her hips from side to side, twisting her legs around, even sticking her butt out as if showing it off. “Eep!” She screamed. She was relieved to find she wasn’t dancing like that around men she desired, but stuck in the basement of Octavia and Vinyls Scratch. “Oh, I would have died of embarrassment.” 
She tried to calm herself down, to stop the hot feeling in her sex, and most of all to stop that slutty dancing, but to her horror, it was as if she was being puppeted on strings. 
“Hey, what’s going on!” She yelled. “God! Someone!” 
She could only watch helplessly as she danced faster and faster. She stuck her butt out and began to twerk, she thrust her chest forward and shook her boobs quickly, she squatted down while her hands lewdly rubbed against her body. She looked like one of those party whores that wanted nothing more than several buff men to dick her holes. 
She couldn’t help but imagine herself standing before those buff men, her body being controlled from within as she sluttily showed off to them. She would shake her body like a desperate slut, hardly worth anything at all. They would yell and jeer and shout, asking to see more and more of her body. They would squeeze their hardening cocks, get closer as if tempted to touch her, and offer to fuck her unlike she’s ever been fucked before. 
“No no no! It’s not supposed to be like this!” She screamed. “I’m not a slut...I’m not a whore...I’m not a bimbo!” 
She realized she wasn’t in just any normal room, but she was standing on a stage with a large metal pole in the center of it. Her fancy dress was gone, her body fully exposed save for black tape over her nipples, a very tiny pair of panties, and fish nets that went up to her thighs. She felt herself twirl around the pole, her body shaking her ass for the crowd full of men and futas, all stroking their cocks. 
	Rarity realized just how wet she was. Every time she met the eyes of one of the aroused onlookers, her sex felt another wave of heat and intensity. Her nipples had gone hard as they shook and jiggled for the cheering crowd. She realized, to her horror, that the gentle clapping sound she heard was not only the men stroking their cocks quickly, but her ass cheeks slamming together each time she involuntarily twerked.
    "No! Please! Make it stop!" She could feel the horrible blush on her face with such intensity that she thought it would catch fire. Her heart was beating so quickly that it felt it would explode. Lastly her pussy was so wet and hot that it was leaking down her thighs and dripping onto the stage below her.
    The dancing was a more intense workout she had done in months. Sweat was beaded all over her body, even lightly spraying onto the closest members of the crowd. The pole she was spinning around felt almost wet in her hands, and the smell was simply unbearable. Her legs and arms were sore from the constant quick movement, and she wondered if she would collapse if it kept going.
    "Help! Someone stop me!" She screamed. It was no use. The music was so loud that it seemed to reverberate inside of her head. If the ponies cared to listen, they could not hear her anyway. Even her own thoughts started to be drowned out by the music, the loud, basey, thumping, horrible music. Yet she danced onward, never once even coming close to losing pace.
    The worst part, she realized, was the arousal. Her pussy felt empty, like a massive hole inside of her that needed to be filled. But not only that, her ass, her mouth, between her breasts, and even her hands felt empty. Her eyes went to each cock in the room, thinking about how it could easily fill the voids. She imagined jumping into the stage of men, letting them fondle her, before letting each one into her holes.
    Rarity realized that her tongue was hanging out of her mouth like some puppy desperate for a treat. Her face did a wink toward the crowd before blowing out a kiss, which made the watcher cheer. Each eye was on her, each one knew how she was acting, and each one loved it. Her heart started to thump again when she thought that.
    It never occurred to her why that thought was so easy while others were so hard. It was not, however, the only one. She saw how happy each of the men were to see her. She realized how turned on her body made them. She realized she licked her lips thinking about how easily they could hold her down and take her body even if she tried to stop them.
    One horrible, overpowering, terrible thought pushed itself to the front of Rarity's mind. "God...I wish they would climb up here and rape me." At that, the dancing stopped. The music stopped. And Rarity stared at the crowd as they continued to cheer for her while jerking off to her naked body.
    She looked at herself, covered in sweat, leaking precum, and desperate for more. "I...I can't...I'm not a slut..." She said.
    "But you're so desperate to want it. That's what a slut is." She said back.
    "But I...I can't...Everyone will know..." She said.
    "You want them to know." She said back. "The idea turns you on."
    "It's...It's indecent...Bad for me..." She said.
    "It will feel good. That's all you care about now." She said back.
    "I'm...I'm...I'm afraid..." She said. "I'm so afraid of...of..."
    "Maybe..." Rarity said. "You're just afraid of how much you want it."
    At that, the conversation ended. She wished the music could pick for her, to control her body and let her walk into the crowd of writhing and horny men desperate for a few holes to fuck. Her holes.
    No matter how much she wanted someone else to take control, the music did not start again. It was her decision to make. She took a deep breath, and took a step forward, then one more, before falling onto the men of the crowd.
    A loud roar echoed through the room she was in as each of the men did what they liked. Fingers were all over her body, taking extra time at her breasts, ass, and pussy. Men started to grab and pinch each bit of flesh they could. Many men spanked her ass and tits until they bruised. Finally they started thrusting cocks at her, which she eagerly took.
    She felt the massive and hard pensies fill her ass and pussy simultaneously, stretching her past anything she ever felt before. Despite this, she still felt empty.
    "Please!" She screamed. "Please, my mouth...my hands...my fucking armpits if you want, just fill me with cocks!"
    The men obliged, rubbing their penises all over her body, covering her in their sweat and precum. The moans in the room were soon overpowered by the music again, as the men rhythmically fucked her to the music. Her eyes rolled back as any doubts were washing away in the beautiful music and hot cocks. 
She tried her best to squeeze around each one as hard as she could, desperate to please them. It was so important that each penis felt the amazing pleasure she did. The loud grunting and moaning seemed to only improve the music, making it easier to just listen to and ignore all those weird feelings. She was so close to cumming, but she wanted the cocks to cum first. She wanted to be bathed in colt semen so thick and smelly and then not wash it off so everyone could see what a slut she was. She wanted everyone to see. She wanted everyone to know.
She felt the cocks start to pulse. They twitched and jerked before something liquid and hot started to shoot out of each one. Cum splashed on her tits, smeared her face, filled up her mouth, pussy, and asshole. As each cock pulled out, it leaked onto the floor of the dance club, and such horrible exhaustion overtook her. The music started to go quiet as her vision went blurry. The men of the crowd started to fade away, and the only two ponies she could see was a white pony with long blue hair, a grey pony with long brown hair, and their cocks leaking out cum. 

Rarity yawned, stretching her arms out. 
“Well well well, look who's awake.” Octavia said, sitting across from Rarity. 
Rarity looked and saw Vinyl Scratch and Octavia sitting across from her in their living room. The two girls were naked, their cocks hung out for Rarity to see. She couldn’t help but lick her lips. 
“Yes, I’m sorry, what were we doing?” Rarity asked, trying not to stare. 
“Oh, we were just showing you our newest song, it’s going to play at the coronation of the new queen.” Octavia said. 
“Right...right…” It was so hard to focus on the conversation while thinking about being rammed by two huge cocks in front of you, Rarity thought. “Hm...Well, I’m sure it’s a lovely song, may I have a little copy?” 
“Oh of course.” Octavia said with a smile. “In fact, we would love for you to listen to it every day, after all, the subliminal messages inside are very powerful, and we want them to stick with you forever.” 
Rarity giggled. “Speaking of something...sticky…” She leaned forward. “How about you two sexy ladies use those shafts of yours to give me a night I’ll truly never forget.” 
Octavia giggled back. “Oh Rarity, while you were asleep, me and Vinyl both raped your holes over and over again. I’m afraid we’re both spent. You don’t mind, do you?” 
“Of course not.” Rarity nodded. “I’m a whore, after all, and it isn’t wrong to rape a whore. I just wish I could have been awake for it...Oh don’t feel bad, I’m sure you’ll have plenty of more chances to fuck me like the bimbo I am.” 
Octavia stood up. “Wonderful, although I’m sure you’ll have plenty of opportunities to find colts and more futas to have their way with you. You are a sexy thing after all.” 
Rarity realized, with intense pride, that Octavia was staring at her exposed breasts. She gave her large mounds a little jiggle, enticing a smile from Octavia’s face. “Alright, suit yourself.” Rarity stood up, and noticed that the sun was just coming up. “Oh my, I’m afraid I must be leaving. Thank you for having me over and raping me, I’ll be sure to come back soon!” 
Rarity, Octavia, and Vinyl scratch exchanged hugs, the two futas giving her ass a solid squeeze and smack respectivly, making Rarity blush. There truly was no better feeling than being wanted. 
“Oh, and Rarity.” Octavia asked. “Your clothes are still in a torn pile in our basement, would you like something to wear on the way home?” 
Rarity looked at her, confused. “Of course not.” She said with a smile. “If I’m not naked while outside, how will the hunky colts and dick girls know I’m a free use slut?”