Trials in Darkness (RGRE)


                                            > You are Rarity, hiding in absolute darkness

                                            > Your ears strain, swivelling back and forth

                                            > There!

                                            > You hear nearly silent footfalls, your predator prowls among the lightless cages

                                            > You keep your breathing shallow and slow

                                            > "Hon"

                                            > His voice is low and seductive, a velvet glove over an iron hoof

                                            > "Hon"

                                            > He will abide by his rules, but that does not mean he can't be creative

                                            > "Baguette"

                                            > You pity Fleur, the first target for his taunting

                                            > "Escargot"

                                            > Prench is a delight on his silver tongue, but you know what comes next

                                            > "Hot Cotter"

                                            > You shudder

                                            > Still, you can endure far more of this than she can

                                            > "Boon Ape Teat"

                                            > In retrospect, teaching him Prench was a mistake

                                            > "Cham pag nay"

                                            > You grimace

                                            > Was that a southern accent?

                                            > Still, Fleur is lasting longer than before

                                            > You are proud of her, for all that you wish she would break under the torture

                                            > Silences stretches into eternity, with no way of keeping track of time in this abyssal prison

                                            > "Prench bread"

                                            > Fleur de Lis lets out a bark of laughter

                                            > "Pas plus! Je me rends!"

                                            > It's a relief, hearing her speak proper prench after all of Anon's butchery

                                            > One mare down, and only one more stands between you and your goal

                                            > "Oh, Rarity~"

                                            > You feel your face warm at his sweet voice speaking your name

                                            > Your mind knows it's a trap, but your heart cares nothing for such technicalities

                                            > "Would you like to know what I'm wearing right now?"

                                            > Curse him and his sultry tone

                                            > "It's that nice pinstripe button down shirt you like so much."

                                            > It looks really good on him, and he knows it

                                            > You almost regret making it for him

                                            > "Do you know what else I'm wearing?"

                                            > If you are very, very lucky, he is just trying to blue bean you

                                            > "Some nice, plaid,"

                                            > Oh no Darling, please, have mercy!

                                            > "Cargo shorts. They're comfy and easy to wear!"

                                            > You ruthlessly strangle the whimper that tries to escape your throat

                                            > You would burn the abomination if he wasn't so attached to it and good at hiding it

                                            > "Aaaaand those pink and white polka dot thigh highs. Gotta cover my long, toned foal-chasing legs."

                                            > The fashionista in you has died, but the vulgar mare within is only partially deterred by the atrocious image he paints with honeyed words

                                            > You wink and hate yourself for it

                                            > "Does that excite you, dear?"

                                            > No stallion's voice should be that breathy and alluring

                                            > This had better not awaken something within you

                                            > "No? Oh, I forgot, I'm also wearing sandals over my socks."

                                            > Not even your basest facet can stomach the revelation

                                            > You grit your teeth, fighting your every instinct to destroy the fashion abomination

                                            > You wait it out, letting your rage simmer down to a low boil

                                            > "Hey, Sunny Buns, you know that last piece of your birthday cheesecake?"

                                            > You sag in relief, the trial has passed

                                            > You will have to get your revenge, though, next time

                                            > "The one with caramel drizzled on top? Well, haha, funny story..."

                                            > Oh no

                                            > "I was over in the cloud district, shopping for some jewelry, and there was this stallion merchant who sneered at me, and said, well, I won't repeat what he said,"

                                            > You scrunch

                                            > Probably just some jealous minor noble

                                            > But you begin to have doubts about the story

                                            > Anon shopping for jewelry? When you are right here?

                                            > "But when I got home, I was so upset I just had to have a little pick-me-up. The cheesecake was so rich and creamy, and the caramel sauce gave it the perfect sweetness to compliment the tang."

                                            > Perhaps you should drop by a bakery tomorrow, to purchase a replacement

                                            > Purely to keep harmony within the herd, not at all because you are craving some cheesecake right now

                                            > "It made me forget all about being called a gold-digger and a furless...well, you know. So, uh, I hope you're not mad at me? I'm really sorry about it..."

                                            > His tone shifts from pleading to sultry

                                            > "If there is anything I can do to make it up to you... Like having you sit on my face for a couple hours, until you're sweaty and moaning and my face is covered in your juices..."

                                            > You bite your lip at the imagery

                                            > You hear the sound of ripping cardboard

                                            > You are lucky you are a unicorn, you don't have to worry about wingboners

                                            > Anon chuckles

                                            > "Looks like Rarity won this one. Come on out, girls."

                                            > You pop out of the box, savoring the slightly cooler air outside

                                            > To your relief, Anon is actually dressed in grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt

                                            "You are a cruel colt, Darling. Lying to and torturing us like that."

                                            > He just grins and pats a pouting Celestia's head

                                            > "You know you love it. Speaking of lying, Sunbutt, your cheesecake is still in the fridge."

                                            > Celestia brightens up immediately

                                            > "If you will excuse me, then..."

                                            > Fleur giggles, and you can't help but smile

                                            > You can hardly blame the mare

                                            > As you all start to fold up the boxes, Anon looks at you

                                            > "So, what are we watching, my movie night alpha mare?"

                                            > You trot over to the collection, humming in thought

                                            > Your ears absently register the sound of popcorn popping from the kitchen

                                            > Seen that one, didn't like the other, watches that one last week...

                                            > Well, it's a classic

                                            "We shall be watching the Titanic, tonight."

                                            > You crack the case and insert the disk into the player

                                            > Anon grunts, sounding amused

                                            > "Again?"

                                            > You turn to find him sprawled in the center of the couch, practically presenting himself to you with his widely spread legs

                                            > You approach him with a sway in your hips that you know he appreciates

                                            "Of course, true art can only be properly appreciated with repeated exposure."

                                            > You climb into his lap and lay your back against his chest

                                            > "Uh-huh. I just think you like looking at human tits."

                                            > You wriggle a little to get comfortable, and are rewarded with a hot length between your flanks, constrained by a few layers of fabric

                                            > You smile mysteriously

                                            "I am quite sure I have no idea what you are talking about. I merely find it refreshing to see an artistic colt flustered by a mare confidently displaying her assets."

                                            > Fleur sits beside Anon, leaning against him

                                            > "Oh? Is that why you started sucking on his nipples after seeing the movie for the first time?"

                                            > You lift your chin primly

                                            "I am quite sure that is entirely unrelated."

                                            > Celestia returns from the kitchen, already halfway through her slice of cake and floating a large bowl of popcorn beside her

                                            > "Really? It's why I started."

                                            > You are beset on all sides by traitors

                                            "Anonymous, Darling? Would you please start the movie before I am utterly drowned in blatant falsehoods?"

                                            > He chuckles and grabs the remote

                                            > "As you wish, my movie alpha."

                                            > Celestia curls up on the remaining seat of the couch, letting the bowl of popcorn settle on your lap

                                            > As the movie begins with some fanfare, you levitate a cluster of popped kernels into your mouth, savoring the buttery saltiness

                                            > Truth be told, you do rather like the portraiture scene, and it plays a part in why you choose the movie so often

                                            > Fleur lifts her muzzle to Anon's ear

                                            > "Draw me like one of your prench mares~"

                                            > You feel him twitch beneath you

                                            > He's always so frisky afterwards, and you are perfectly positioned to enjoy his every throb of arousal

                                            > It's good to be the alpha, even if it is only for tonight