Title:           Rarity/SB Beach Oneshot (Rape ending) [Completed]
Author:          forgottenmeme
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/Lg2LFNPh
First Edit:      Wednesday 15th of June 2016 05:06:02 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Friday 1st of July 2016 11:47:13 AM CDT

CONTAINS: HUMANS, HEAVY rape/molestation, anal, foalcon, size/age dom, abuse
 
>Be the adorable Sweetie Belle.
>Have [spoiler]no hooves[/spoiler].
>Be on a beach trip with your sister Rarity.
>You're so excited you could just burst.
>Rarity and you are going to have so much fun!
 
>Be walking out to the beach with your sister.
>Not many people are here.
>Just the occasional beach-walker and sunbather.
>Letting out a giggle, you think of even more ideas for what you two could do.
>Rarity flops the beach towel rather far away from the water.
>She pins an umbrella strategically to cover the entire blanket in shade.
>You should get her to play some volleyball with you first!
>And then play some Marco Polo in the water!
>You tap your feet excitedly and find your sister laying on the beach towel.
"C'mon sis! Let's go play some volleyball!"
>Rarity rolls her eyes.
>"Sweetie, we just got here, go enjoy the water for a bit."
"But-But Rarity! You said you were gonna play with me!"
>You pout and equip baby-doll eyes to try to convince her.
>"Darling, I've told you that face doesn't work on me. I promise I'll play with you later, but I just want to sit back and relax for the moment."
"Okay..."
>You reply, defeated.
>Reluctantly, you head to the ocean to do some swimming.
 
>Oh jeez! The water is cold.
>Way colder than you expected!
"UUGHHH!"
>You shout as an attempt to draw your sister's attention.
>She picks her head up and only responds with a disdainful glare before setting her head back down.
>Rather annoyed now, you inch your way bit by bit into the water.
>Be so cold you need to spend about a minute to adjust every centimeter you submerge your body into the water.
>It's irritating you how long it's going to take to get your full body used to the freezing water.
>After a couple moments, you get down to your waist in depth.
>However when the cold water begins to touch your private regions, the ice cold feeling is so uncomfortable you jump back a couple inches.
 
 
"Hmph..."
>You sigh, deciding that it's too much effort to possibly be worth it, especially when you're swimming alone.
>You duck out of the water and feel the sand awkwardly cling to your feet.
>This feeling irritates you to no end.
>Being as annoyed as you already are at your sister for being so boring, you fold your arms and stare at your feet.
 
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>Be Rarity.
(Oh, Celestia, give it a rest Sweetie Belle!)
>Here you are trying to have a relaxing day at the beach, but your little sister takes every single moment to try to get you to play with her.
>You never promised that you'd even do that, or at least you think you didn't.
>Regardless, you catch her standing at the center of the beach, arms crossed and glaring at the ground with an agry expression.
>You swear to Celestia that if she brings that attitude over to you, you're gonna snap, and it won't be pretty.
>Nobody wants to see such a refined lady snap.
 
 
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>Be miss pouty face again.
>It seems like your feet finally dried off.
>You wipe the remaining sand off and start towards the beach towel.
>You have some words to say to Rarity.
>They're gonna be whiny ones.
>You find your sister still laying in the shade once you reach the towel.
>Sunglasses cover her eyes.
>She's probably sleeping or something.
>Your face goes red and you scrunch your nose, trying not to explode.
>Instead, you slump next to her on the towel.
"UUUuuuuuuUuuuUugggghhhhhhh..."
>You let out a bored groan.
>Out of the corner of your eyes you notice no reaction from your sister.
>You turn and start poking her in the side.
"Rarity..."
>Still no response.
>Her arms are folded behind her head and she isn't even flinching at your constant poking.
"Come OoooOoooOon..."
>Nothing.
>You decide to take the whining up to maximum.
 
 
"RAARRiityyYYyyyYYyyyyYyyy!"
>You keep saying her name in the most pleading way possible.
>You straddle over her and with both hands, start poking both of her sides.
>Her face is twitching, you're getting to her.
>You smile to yourself, and increase the rate you jab her.
 
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>Be Rarity
>This is it.
>Your limit.
>You don't know what will happen, but your little sister is about to feel your wrath.
 
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>Back to the Sweetie.
>In what seems like lightning speed, Rarity sits up, planting both hands on either of your shoulders.
>She whips her legs out from under her and starts to kneel.
>In a shocking display of dominance, she uses her hands to force you onto your back.
>Your back hits the towel with a thunk, making you dizzy.
>You suddenly feel fear approaching.
>Rarity can't hurt you, she's the best sister ever!
>But that doesn't explain the ache in your back right now.
>The sunglasses covering your sister's face fell to the side, revealing the violent eyes they had previously shielded.
>Her face alarms you the most.
>You feel like you're choking from getting the air knocked out of you.
>But you manage to squeak out some words.
"R-Rarity... please stop... you're scaring me."
>Her eyes penetrate your soul as you realize that your words did not change her expression whatsoever.
>Rarity's arms are fully extended and still forcing your shoulders into the ground.
>Your body goes into survival mode and begins struggling against your sister.
>It felt like you were almost free for a second as your sisters arms bend backward a bit.
>However, she quickly readjusts her hands to grasp around your arms at the area where your elbow bends.
>The hold is much stronger and you have absolutely no control in your arms.
>Still, you have hope to escape, pulling your legs back to try to knee Rarity or kick her off.
>Sadly, you're too small for it to have any effect, as her legs are probably at least eight times stronger than your own.
 
 
>Your legs hardly even reach Rarity, let alone do anything to help you free.
>You let your muscles go limp as you release yourself to your big sister's dominance.
>Looking back towards her face, her unending stare causes you to flinch.
>Her now-present smile widens to become an expression of evil pleasure at watching you struggle.
>You're hyperventilating now, you have absolutely no control of your body.
>And Rarity knows that.
>"Darling, if you just wanted to have fun, all you needed to do was ask nicely."
>The implication of "wanted" being in past tense makes you gulp.
>Without the time to react, your older sister slams her knee into your crotch.
>You squeal.
>The force of the impact hurt a lot, and for a moment you thank Celestia you aren't a boy.
>Your loud reaction seems to break your sister's evil demeanor for a second as she glances around, hoping nobody heard.
>You hope that in that moment, your sister realizes how she's gone too far.
>She takes one hand off of you and reaches for her beach bag.
 
>This is your chance.
>You need to do something with your free arm, even if it is way weaker compared to Rarity's.
>You spy Rarity's bikini and act quickly.
>With the angle your sister is at, reaching into the beach bag and all, you take your hand and weave it behind her back to try to unfasten her top.
>There's no way she'd let herself be topless in public, even though nobody seems to be around.
>You could use that time to escape her clutches.
>Your fingers find the hook and Rarity counters immediately.
>She twists back, making you lose your grip on her and delivers a cold, hard slap across your face.
>The force that you were hit with indicated that she did not hold back at all.
>Your heart is broken.
>Having no further hope of resisting, you start sniffling and a few tears roll down your face.
 
 
>This doesn't stop your sister.
>You've never seen her act like this, so cruel.
>Out of the beach bag, she pulls out a small rag.
 
>You can't instantly figure out what it's for, so you continue to make weeping noises in hope that she will stop, or somebody might come help.
>Rarity balls up the rag in her hands.
>"Open your mouth, Sweetie." She commands.
>You shake your head.
>Rarity's head twitches to the side a bit and she raises her hand so to hit you again.
>Your neck recoils to the side in anticipation, but she doesn't hit you.
>Slowly you open your eyes back up to look at your sister again.
>She's still holding the rag.
>"Open."
>You learned your lesson.
>You pop your mouth open and Rarity shoves the entire rag in.
>Almost no space in your mouth was left unfilled.
>You can still breathe through your nose and through the porous rag, but your jaw is so stretched it'll soon ache.
>This is all too much for you, this is wrong, what your sister is doing is wrong and you need to get out of here.
>You try to scream for help.
"HHHHHHHHNNNNGGGGGG!"
>All that comes out is a pathetic, muffled humm as the rag absorbs all of the sound.
>Rarity reacts with a wicked grin.
>"Hm? Are you saying you want me to remove my knee from your private area?"
>That's not what you were asking, but if it was a question you could answer in any way, it's worth a shot.
>You rapidly nod your head.
>Rarity pulls her leg back and you sigh--
WHAM
>Only for her to slam it back into your crotch even harder.
 
 
>You wince in pain again and start whimpering.
>Your sister maintains her vicegrip on your arms.
>Witholding all of the force pushed against your nether regions, Rarity starts moving her knee in circular motions.
>You feel your lady bits being stretched about by your sister's leg.
>Pain and uncomfort are all you feel from your bruised pelvis getting smushed.
>After a couple oscillations, Rarity pulls her knee back to her.
>You're breathing heavily now, trying not to think pain or fear, but just acceptance until everything is over.
>"Legs straight." She orders.
>You straighten your legs.
>You find Rarity to be glancing at her wrist and back at you repeatedly, as if trying to figure something out.
>Her face suddenly brightens.
>You could tell a lightbulb goes off in your sister's head, which makes you all the more nervous.
>"IIIIIIDEAAAAA!!!!" Rarity excitedly exclaims.
 
>Your sister went to the theme park with her friends yesterday, and had on one of those wristbands that were impossible to take off without cutting.
>She was such a wuss about putting scissors near her "perfect, unblemished skin" that she still had it on today.
>Leaning inwards to prop an elbow onto your shoulder, preventing you from struggling, she begins to wiggle the tight thing off of her wrists.
>You know what's coming, but it would be best for both of you if you didn't resist.
>Even if you could with the difference in strength.
>With some effort, your sister manages to get the tight theme park wristband off of her wrist.
>"Arms over you head, Sweetie."
>Your shaky arms hurting from Rarity's previous grip.
>"NOW." She barks.
>You throw your hands over your head and preemptively place one wrist on top of the other.
>She half-smiles.
>"Very good, Sweetie Belle."
>Making your hands as thin as possible so Rarity could have her way, she slips the wristband over your two tiny escape tools.
>When it gets to your wrist, you wriggle your arms around a bit.
>Yep, your arms are bound together.
 
 
>Rarity, satisfied with her work, sits her plush behind down on your legs, pointing her own legs perpendicular to yours.
>She removes her arms from your body entirely, confident that you have no way to gain control of your body with her ass trapping your legs and your arms bound.
>Your body is hers to exploit as she feels.
>The thought of it is terrifying you.
>Knowing nothing about what to expect, about what further pain you will be brought.
>Nervous about what she will pull out next, you assume the worst.
>Pulling it out slowly... she gives you the grand reveal.
>That she was looking for a metal file.
(Huh, that isn't so bad.)
>But you remember the situation you're in, and that file could mean anything right now.
>Your sister grabs at your onesie bathing suit, specifically at the top string going over your shoulder.
>Using the file, she saws away at the string and uses the pointy part to pick at the threads until the strap is severed.
>Your bathing suit retracts, revealing your small bump of a tit.
 
>It isn't just normal embarassment to you anymore, it's cruel humiliation to be left exposed with no way to cover yourself.
>Rarity leans in towards your chest.
>Your heart beats faster.
>Your sister runs her hands over your half-naked body.
>Back and forth up your midsection, to your bellybutton, to your chest.
>She avoids your exposed developing boob and drags her hand up to your neck.
>Using her hand, she guides it towards her head, which is centimeters from your own.
>With lightning speed, she takes the gag from your mouth.
>Still being in too much shock to notice, she leans in for a kiss.
 
 
>You flinch backwards at the intrusion, but her large tongue darts in and starts licking the insides of your mouth.
>She pushes your tonge far enough out of your mouth and then gently bites it.
>Her muscle does a couple more laps, and then eventually pulls out, dragging the mixed saliva out and dribbling all over your collar.
>You choose to swallow her fluids instead of spit them at her, which would definitely make her angry.
>In that small time window, you find your mouth filled with the familiar rag yet again.
>Rarity looks smugly at your defeated state for a moment.
>She trails her tongue down your neck.
>Towards your breast.
>Arriving at your nipple, she licks around the nub a couple times before biting down.
>Your eyes widen and you make grunting noises through the rag.
>Your big sister looks up at you, and with a firm grip on your nipple, pulls it outward a bit with her teeth.
>The pain is excruciating, but it doesnt last long as when you squeal, your sister brings your tit back down to its rightful position.
>The slight break you get is interrupted by a different pain in your breast.
>Rarity is suckling on your little nub.
 
>It burns, the pain of her draining your underdeveloped tit.
>But the squeals don't stop her this time.
>They push her even further.
>You soon feel fingers against your anus.
>The fear of what's happening down in your nethers is diminished by the grueling pain in your chest.
>Rarity is rubbing some substance around your butt, an oily substance.
>You feel her hands become more slippery against your skin.
>And without warning,
>Two fingers plunge deep into your poophole.
>The feeling is like getting stabbed by a person who is trying to escape your body.
>Your ears ring, eyesight becomes blurry as your mind becomes a rock.
>You hurt.
>Everywhere.
 
 
>Rarity continues.
>Rather soon, she pulls her fingers out from your butt, leaving the oily substance inside of you.
>She picks her head up off of her tit and wipes her dirty, lubed fingers on your chest.
>She leans back and out of the beach bag, she pulls out what is clearly a vibrator.
>A very, very large vibrator.
 
>Eyeing it for a second, she finds the power button to it.
>The object buzzes so violently that even from five feet away you can see Rarity have trouble holing onto it.
>Your eyes curl inwards and you scrunc your nose in anticipation.
>Tears flow down your cheeks and your sobs are left inaudible as you feel the vibration against your anus.
>Your sister starts pushing the object in slowly, letting the tip make its careful ascent into you.
>The feeling is... good somehow. You feel aroused as it gently gets deeper and deeper.
>You almost forgot what fear was, until your sister seemed to take notice.
 
SLAM
>Full speed, Rarity rams the enormous phallus all of the way into your anus.
>Your hole is filled and stretched beyond its limit.
>You clench around the hilt of the toy as you feel your entire body vibrating.
>You see stars as you imagine your anus gushing blood from the penetration; it feels like you're being torn apart from the inside.
>The muffled squeaks you gave were distorted by the vibrations.
>You start getting dizzy as the object shakes your head around and blurs your vision.
"uUuUuUuUuUuhHhHhHhHh"
>It becomes so hard to focus on the world around you, that you hardly even notice your sister get up off of your legs.
>Be in too much pain to capitalize on the opportunity.
>Not long after she gets up, however, you feel her hands hold your legs together.
>She pushes your legs closer to your body.
>Your buttcheeks separate, giving your sister a prime view of your nethers.
 
 
>Your eyes are red from crying.
>You crane your neck up to show that to your sister.
>Rarity spots the glare and returns it with a smirk.
>"Darling, we can stop all of this if you want."
>Your heart leaps at that statement, she has your full attention regardless of the bouldercock stuck in your ass.
(What, really??)
>"You just have to do one last thing for me."
>Of course you do, it'll probably be humiliating and sick like everything else so far.
>You'll probably be in gory pain, and your sister will love participating in it.
 
>"I just need you to take my little toy out of your pooper, Sweetie."
>She tilts her head and gives you a smile.
(Fuck, that's it?)
>You sit up and--
>--Ooh, bad idea.
>Your shifting insides don't take well to the gigantic vibrating phallus still inside you.
>It feels like it's jiggling the pee out of you, so you lay back down and reach your bound arms to remove it from your butt.
>But Rarity slaps your hands away.
>"Nope, bad girl. A lady never puts her hands near that area."
>The hypocritical statement frustrates you, making you bite on the rag and shout incomprehensible insults at your sister.
>"Ooh, getting angry, are we? Fine I guess I'll just leave that dirty old thing in your pie hole."
>Wait, did she just imply that she was thinking about removing it?
"MMF, MMF!"
>You try to regain your sister's attention.
>Though the vibrations make her a blur, you can tell that she's at least facing you.
>You put all of your effort into your next words:
"I'MMMM FORRRRRRRY"
>You lighten up as you feel like the sounds came out sounding like an apology.
>Rarity inches over to your face.
>Her hand approaches your mouth.
>You can almost taste the freedom,
>But she pulls her hand back at the last second.
 
 
>You whine.
>"Now, now, Sweetie. Before I take this out, you have to promise me a couple things."
>You were hoping this wouldn't happen.
>"One: You must never tell what happened on this beach to anyone, it's... uh, EXTREMELY unladylike."
>You know its total BS, but you keep listening.
>"Two: Do not scream once you can talk."
(Yeah, right. What's in it for me?)
>You hope she answers that question.
>You give her a very unconvinced stare.
>You can tell she's kind of nervous now.
>It's amazingly ironic that NOW is the time where she feels any guilt whatsoever.
>"Aaaaaand," she pauses to think, "if you follow those two rules..."
(Yes, go on, you crazy rapist.)
>Rarity bites her lip and spits out the next part as fast as possible.
>"I'lldoanythingyouwantforamonth!"
>She bows her head towards you.
>For someone who just dominated you, it's satisfying to see her so pathetic.
>Or at least you think she's looking pathetic, the vibrator is still distorting your vision.
"AAAAAA MMMMMUNFFFFFFF??"
>You try to haggle the one month deal a little. Speaking through the rag makes it hard though.
>"Okay! Two months! Literally anything you want I will provide as long as you keep quiet about this."
>You're in the dominant position now. You grin with the little bit of mouth you have control of.
>But you don't want to push your luck, especially with the status you're in.
>You nod so to accept your sister's offer.
 
>Almost instantly, your mouth is freed from your sister's filthy rag.
>You could scream now, but having Rarity do anything for you for two full months is a deal you're not willing to give up.
>Speaking of which,
"Why did you put this stick thing in me? I poop from there! That's just gross! Take it out!"
>"Shush, shush Sweetie, not so loud!"
>She glances around, though the beach has been deserted all day.
>Pretty good pro of living in a tiny, rural town.
 
 
>Glancing up and down your body, her evil grin returns.
>"You still have to take it out, and remember, no hands."
(She can't tell me that after the deal.)
"YOU HAVE TO TAKE IT OUT! WE MADE A DEA-"
>She shoves the rag into your mouth yet again.
>I know, and that deal will start immediately once we're finished here.
>You pout.
>In your mind you just decide to go with it.
>Looking back at your sister, you nod your head.
>Taking the rag out, hopefully for good now, you try to devise a way to get the vibrator out without using your hands.
>She seems nervously excited at this situation.
(Is she biting her lip?)
>You try dragging your ass on the towel, hoping the friction on the hilt would pull it out, but your butthole just sucks it back in.
>Amidst your thinking Rarity approaches you again.
>"Here, hold out your hands."
>She has the file with her.
>Holding out your hands, your sister pokes a hole in the wristband binding your arms together and rips it off.
>"I thought you wouldn't need this anymore if you weren't going to use your hands."
>Her expression is lighter, more human than it was only moments ago.
>You think for a second again for another strategy to come to you.
>And the only method you think up makes your face turn red with embarassment.
 
>You glance at your sister, who is eyeing your toy with lust.
>That alone makes you even more nervous to ask her.
"R-Rarity?..."
>She's distracted, unashamedly rubbing her cunt in front of you.
>But she snaps to it upon hearing her name.
>"Uh, yes, Sweetie?"
>You already hate yourself for the words that are about to escape your lips.
 
 
>You gulp.
"D-Do I... P-poop it out?"
>"Mmph~" You could tell Rarity wanted to hear those words.
>"That would abide by the rules, darling, but its a bit..." she licks her lips, "unladylike."
>If that's the answer, you don't want to waste any time.
>You spread your legs and clench hard, expecting the large object to put up some immense force.
>But little to your knowledge, the lubricant gave the vibrator almost no resistance.
>The bouldercock expels from your butthole like a torpedo and hits your crouching sister in her stomach with an "Oof!"
>Your hole slaps shut so forcefully you yelp in startled pain and clench both hands onto the hole.
"Oowwwwww..."
>You groan as you start to massage your rear.
>Your sister so kindly starts helping you with that task.
>You bat her hand away.
>No response from her that time.
 
>You feel abused, violated, and scared as your butthole aching starts to lessen.
>On the drive home, you don't feel like talking to your sister.
>She's fucking crazy.
>However... you have her as your personal slave for two months.
>Peeking over at Rarity, you get a fluttery feeling in your chest.
>She said literally anything. She isn't one to back down when it comes to being charitable.
>If she feels like she has the authority to take your body and use it as she pleases,
>Maybe in these two months, you could do the same to her, show her how it feels.
>You evilly grin and rub your hands together like a villain.
>"What's so funny, darling?" your sister asks.
"Oh, uhhhhh, NOTHING!"
>You make a stupid attempt at a face that reflects innocence.
>She raises her eyebrow, "Oooooookay..."
>She turns back to the road and you continue your evil plotting.
>You will get her back for this.