- > 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
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