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Hurt (10): Diamond in the Rough (WARNING: Contains rape)

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>For some reason, you can't bring yourself to leave Ponyville.
>Everyone knows what you've done.
>Everyone wants your head on a platter.
>Maybe you just like it here.
>There's got to be something better than living in the woods though.
>You've been out here for almost 3 months now.
>Observing Ponyville.
>It's not so bad, except your clothes are getting shredded.
>You're down to your last wearable outfit, and even it's on it's last legs.
>It's getting colder.
>You'll need more clothes, soon. And some blankets.
>Unfortunately, there's only one place you know of that has an abundance of cloth.
>Fucking Rarity.
----
>It's well past midnight as you sneak into Ponyville.
>The guards stopped patrolling for you weeks ago, so sneaking through the town isn't hard.
>The posters are still everywhere.
>"Wanted: Anonymous, for immediate questioning by Princess Celestia.
>At least it didn't say "Dead or Alive"
>You arrive in front of her boutique.
>You were never good friends with Rainbow Dash, but you never had anything against her.
>Rarity was different.
>Rarity was an insufferable snob with a superiority complex.
>It didn't help she had the personality of a pile of soggy pasta.
>The door's unlocked.
>Thankfully, Ponyville is a trusting community.
>You can barely see anything inside.
>Feeling around, there's cloth everywhere, but you can't find any tools.
>They might not be pretty, but with the right tools you can make your own clothes.
>You walk into something.
>Before you can grab it, it's crashes to the ground.
>You hear a stirring from upstairs, then someone descending the stairs.
>FUCK
>Well, it's dark. Maybe she won't see you.
>You see a glow in the dark and suddenly a bunch of candles ignite in the room.
>"YOU!"
>Well shit.
----
>She runs to the window and opens it.
>She hefts up a giant horn and blows it.
>It's shockingly loud.
>She looks at you haughtily.
>"That was a signal for the guards. They'll be here within minutes!"
"God DAMN it. I didn't want any trouble."
>You take a step towards her.
>Her smile fades.
>"Stay back, you brute!"
>You see her horn begin to glow.
>You duck as a pair of shears miss you by inches.
>You jump up and bound up to her before she can pull any other tricks.
>You jab your finger under her ear.
>She leaps away and tries to use her magic again.
>A look of shock appears on her face.
"Oh, Twilight didn't tell you about that trick?"
>You advance on the white pony.
----
>Your fist collides with her face. She goes down.
>You don't really know why you're so mad at her.
>You grab her by the tail and fling her into a workbench.
>Really, you deserve whatever happens to you.
>You grab a pin cushion off the table.
>You've done terrible things.
>You pin the crying pony to the floor with your knee.
>All you've done is hurt the ones who trusted you.
>You pull a pin from the cushion and insert it into her flank, eliciting a cry of pain.
>You're despicable.
>Pin after pin goes in. Her pure white coat now a bright red.
>Alright.
>That's enough foreplay.
----
>You drop what remains of your pants.
>You grab her roughly and flip her onto her stomach.
>You lift her rear up to your level.
>"No, you monster! You can't do this to me!"
>Determined to prove her wrong, you slam it in her as hard as you can.
>She screams through clenched teeth as you pound her from behind.
>You thrust harder and climax inside her.
>"No! You won't get away with this!"
>Suddenly she jumps forward out of your grasp.
>You kicks, hitting you right in the crotch.
>You see stars as you go down.
----
>Your rage sees you through the pain.
>You grab wildly for the first thing you find.
>A measuring tape.
>As Rarity is trying to limp away you wrap it around her neck from behind like a garotte.
>You put your knee into her back and pull for all you're worth.
>She's tries to get free but you're too powerful for her.
>Her thrashing slows and finally stops.
>She goes limp.

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>For some reason, you can't bring yourself to leave Ponyville.
>Everyone knows what you've done.
>Everyone wants your head on a platter.
>Maybe you just like it here.
>There's got to be something better than living in the woods though.
>You've been out here for almost 3 months now.
>Observing Ponyville.
>It's not so bad, except your clothes are getting shredded.
>You're down to your last wearable outfit, and even it's on it's last legs. 
>It's getting colder.
>You'll need more clothes, soon. And some blankets.
>Unfortunately, there's only one place you know of that has an abundance of cloth. 
>Fucking Rarity.

----

>It's well past midnight as you sneak into Ponyville.
>The guards stopped patrolling for you weeks ago, so sneaking through the town isn't hard.
>The posters are still everywhere.
>"Wanted: Anonymous, for immediate questioning by Princess Celestia.
>At least it didn't say "Dead or Alive"

>You arrive in front of her boutique.
>You were never good friends with Rainbow Dash, but you never had anything against her.
>Rarity was different.
>Rarity was an insufferable snob with a superiority complex.
>It didn't help she had the personality of a pile of soggy pasta.
>The door's unlocked.
>Thankfully, Ponyville is a trusting community.
>You can barely see anything inside.
>Feeling around, there's cloth everywhere, but you can't find any tools.
>They might not be pretty, but with the right tools you can make your own clothes.
>You walk into something.
>Before you can grab it, it's crashes to the ground.
>You hear a stirring from upstairs, then someone descending the stairs.
>FUCK
>Well, it's dark. Maybe she won't see you.
>You see a glow in the dark and suddenly a bunch of candles ignite in the room.
>"YOU!"
>Well shit.

----

>She runs to the window and opens it.
>She hefts up a giant horn and blows it.
>It's shockingly loud.
>She looks at you haughtily. 
>"That was a signal for the guards. They'll be here within minutes!"
"God DAMN it. I didn't want any trouble."
>You take a step towards her.
>Her smile fades.
>"Stay back, you brute!"
>You see her horn begin to glow.
>You duck as a pair of shears miss you by inches.
>You jump up and bound up to her before she can pull any other tricks.
>You jab your finger under her ear.
>She leaps away and tries to use her magic again.
>A look of shock appears on her face.
"Oh, Twilight didn't tell you about that trick?"
>You advance on the white pony.

----

>Your fist collides with her face. She goes down.
>You don't really know why you're so mad at her.
>You grab her by the tail and fling her into a workbench.
>Really, you deserve whatever happens to you.
>You grab a pin cushion off the table.
>You've done terrible things.
>You pin the crying pony to the floor with your knee.
>All you've done is hurt the ones who trusted you.
>You pull a pin from the cushion and insert it into her flank, eliciting a cry of pain.
>You're despicable.
>Pin after pin goes in. Her pure white coat now a bright red.
>Alright.
>That's enough foreplay.

----

>You drop what remains of your pants.
>You grab her roughly and flip her onto her stomach.
>You lift her rear up to your level.
>"No, you monster! You can't do this to me!"
>Determined to prove her wrong, you slam it in her as hard as you can.
>She screams through clenched teeth as you pound her from behind.
>You thrust harder and climax inside her.
>"No! You won't get away with this!"
>Suddenly she jumps forward out of your grasp.
>You kicks, hitting you right in the crotch.
>You see stars as you go down.

----

>Your rage sees you through the pain.
>You grab wildly for the first thing you find.
>A measuring tape.
>As Rarity is trying to limp away you wrap it around her neck from behind like a garotte.
>You put your knee into her back and pull for all you're worth.
>She's tries to get free but you're too powerful for her.
>Her thrashing slows and finally stops.
>She goes limp.

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