>*what a dreadful looking place* I suddenly heard a rather elegant yet snobby  voice besides me.
>The fuck?
>suddenly I notice a white colored pony with a nicely combed purple mane.
>She’s pacing around looking at everything.
>*oh dear your couch is should a horrible color, your carpet is BEYOND dirty, and the shelves are so dusty, also your choice in fashion is rather questionable.*
>I look at my attire.
>jean pants and a black shirt
>* How can you live in a pig sty like this darling?*
>she looks at me with a look of disgust and pity.
>rage building
>*Hey fuck you. I like my clothes! I snarl at her.
>*oh my, such language! Not only is your fashion sense questionable you’re also clearly an uncivilized brute!* She proclaims and stamps her hoof on the floor.
>still building
>grab vodka bottle and threw it at her
>she face gives birth to shock
>suddenly her horn lights up
>bottle stops in mid air
>throws it aside landing softly on the carpet
>*such violent behavior! How do you live with yourself like this!?* she looks at me with anger.
>rage level peaking critical mass
>*stuck up little bitch I’ll show you!*
>run up to her and throw a punch
>suddenly she vanishes
>*what the fuck*
>Suddenly hear sizzling sound behind me
>turn around
>Suddenly she reappears
>OH.
>IT.
>IS.
>ON
>horn flares up in a bright purple color
>suddenly a wave of energy hits me
>oh fuck
>sent flying into book shelf
>collapses on floor
>books fall onto me
>She advances on me
> *How dare you try to strike a lady. You should learn your place! HMPF! She says and turns her face upward
>rage level meter broken
>oh I mad
>quickly get to my knees
>throw punch
>she doesn’t notice
>connects with her face
>flies a few feet and hits the wall
>notice bottle near me
>grab it
>get up and walk toward her
>she’s still recovering
>rise bottle
>*BOTTOMS UP BITCH!*
>bring the bottle down
>horn flares up
>she vanishes again
>hear that sizzling again
>not this time
>turn around and swing for the fences
>reappears just in time to see the bottle
>bottle breaks against her face
>strong scent of whiskey fills the room
>she’s out cold
>catch my breath
>I stare at her unmoving body
>the urge to humiliate her is great
>suddenly I get an idea
>I open the door to my laundry room
>grab tool box from corner
>take hammer and chisel out
>go back to her unmoving body
>a sick smile breaches my face
>place the chisel at the base of her horn
>I  take a deep breath
>I rise the hammer and bring it down on the chisel
>one good strike was all I needed
>horn breaks off
>she wakes up screaming in pain
>"Can't have you doing any funny business now can we?" I say in a cold voice.
>I grab the broken horn and place in my pants
>Rarity is on the ground screaming in agony as small magic sparks appear from where her horn once was.
>Oddly enough no blood flows from it.
>She sees me and starts panicking knowing something bad was coming.
*please don't kill me!!* She screams as she gets up to run.
>Not giving her a chance for freedom I send my foot into her ribs, and her flying into my laundry room.
>She hits my dryer and writhes in pain.
>*Oopes, I think I may have broke a rib.* I laugh out.
>Pity felt=zero.
>I advance toward her blocking her only escape route.
>She holds her ribs in both hooves and stares at me with dread in her faces.
>*Don't worry, I won't kill you. I just got something *dirty* in mind....*
>Hearing that a new level of fear hits her.
>She knew what I had in mind and wanted none of it.
>Too bad for her I was on top of her before she could react.
>She started screaming again and threw her hooves at me.
>No wonder she relied on her magic to fight me.
>her physical strength was weak as fuck.
>The only thing it did was piss me off more and I started to hit her beautiful face over and over again.
>After many repeated blows I stopped to take in the scene.
>her once beautiful face had been replaced with a shut eye, a few welts on her cheek, and a broken nose.
>she was breathing heavily
>It oddly felt good beating that stuck up bitch up.
>*Hey dude don't forget about me*
>My eyes went down and I noticed my penis was at full stand under my jeans.
>I smiled and leaned into rarity's blooded face.
>*I promise I won't hurt you anymore if you do as I say...* As I pulled out a knife lashed to my belt to prove my point.
>She saw it and her lips started to tremble.
>She just stared at me with her one good eye and shakes her head in agreement.
>Wasting no time I drop my pants
>I quickly rolled her on her side and lifted one leg up.
>No fighting came from here body.
>victory was mine
>gotta admit she put up more then a fight then Dash did
>Dash.
>Remembering her gave me an idea.
*stay put* I said as I got up.
>She looked at me with a bit of confusion in her face.
>I quickly ran up to my room and within minutes came back with a cage and a rainbow colored pony in it.
>Rarity's eye widened and then went small at the site of her friend.
>*D-dash!?* she said in a raspy voice.
>Dashie didn't reply. I burst out laughing at Rarity.
>*Friend of yours Dashie?. Put up more of a fight then you sure did.* I said shaking the cage.
>Dashie didn't move at all.
>The once spirited pony was only a former shell of herself.
>I put the cage down a few feet away and faced her towards me and Rarity.
>Rarity was clearly broken up at the sight of Dashie.
>Tears started to flow from her eye, she tried to turn away but I pushed my hand into her ribs to stop her.
>She lets out a painful gasp and looked at me with hate in her eye.
*Don't think about turning away from her. I want her to see your face as I have my way with you.* I said as I brought my knife into her view again.
>She stared at it for a few seconds and brought her face back in view of Dash and started crying again.
>Satisfied with the result I put the knife down and I moved myself into position and once again lifted her leg.
>I hover my manhood over her little hole
>she looks at me with pure disgust on her face
>I start to enter
>I can hear her mumbling something but can’t make it out
>Her marehood wasn't as tight as Dashie's was but I could care less.
>She was probably the town whore back where she was from.
>I began to thrust gently.
>Small squeaks came from Rarity as I continued my fun.
>As much as she hated it, in the small back reaches of her mind she liked it.
>Those small squeaks slowly turned into soft moans as time went on.
>*What a whore.* I thought to myself as picked up my pace.
>Suddenly I heard a noise from Dashie's cage.
>I looked over and noticed she was looking at us with a mix of hate, sadness, and even a bit of lust in her eyes.
>Rarity just looked on clearly disgusted by herself.
>This turned me on greatly.
>Deciding to use this to my advantage I stopped.
>I pulled out and saw a look of sadness on Rarity’s face
>I moved myself closer to Dash's cage and laid on my back.
>*Mount it* I ordered to Rarity.
>She didn't hesitate and limped herself over to me.
>As she climbed onto my chest I realized these ponies don't weigh much.
>She slid herself back into me with a few painful, raspy grunts and started to buck herself on me.
>This position felt even better for me.
>It was even better since Rarity and Dash still had to face each other.
>The tears continued to flow from Rarity's good eye.
>*Go faster* I ordered.
>She did.
Few minutes later...
>My climax was finally starting to build up.
>I grabbed her flank and started to buck myself upward.
>She knew what was coming next and braced her broken body for it.
>Suddenly I came with the force of a thousand suns and watched my seed dibble downward from her.
>Knowing the deed was done she slowly got off and limped toward a corner to cry.
>Dashie was also starting to cry again behind me.
>Feeling no pity once again I got up, grabbed my pant, and walked over to Rarity.
>I stroked her mane and sat down beside her.
>She continued to look away as I spoke to her.
>*don't worry, you still got this.* I said as I grabbed a white object from my discarded pants.
>Her eye went wide again as I brought her broken horn into view and put it down in front of her.