> 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