What the hell is wrong with me...

Alright, if you’ve been keeping track of the Three Musketeers (myself, Fallen Prime and Erickilla) you’ll know that we’ve been riffing 120 Days of Blueblood. And if you know Bronystories, that story is all SORTS of fucked up.

When I was trying to put together the Blueblood riff, we actually had a choice between that or the story that I’m about to do now. And if you believe it, Fallen did NOT want to do this one. In fact, I think he hated it more that Blueblood.

Scared yet?

Either way, I asked Bronystories if I could riff this, and he said go ahead. And I want you all to know one thing before we begin. I do not know a damn thing about this story. Nothing.

And with that, I present Bronystories’ Marshmallow Holes

This is going to be quite the journey.

        Twilight: Okay, now you’ve gone off the deep end twow.

        twow: What?! I didn’t do anything wrong!

        Twilight: You created a gun that shoots BLACK HOLES.

        twow: It’s supposed to be a new kind of vacuum.

        Rarity: It’s a safety hazard to all life as we know it!

twow: Don’t worry, I turned the power way down. It’s only strong enough to suck up a house.

Twilight: Only?!

Rarity: twow dear, I’m starting to think that you aren’t in control of your mind.

twow: Of course I am! Pinkie’s the one that isn’t in control.

Pinkie: I sure ain’t!

Rarity: Of course you are Pinkie. How are you today?

Pinkie: Doing great!

Twilight: Have you seen Rainbow lately?

Dash(from TV): Right here Twilight. And let me say I’m sorry in advance.

twow: Sorry for what?

(The lab doors slam shut and lock)

Dash: That.

Rarity: Well. She traps you in here as well twow?

twow: She does. I THOUGHT I fixed that door.

Pinkie: You did! I unfixed it when I came over!

Twilight: I will never understand why you two do this to us.

Dash: It’s fun.

twow: Something tells me that we aren’t getting anything else out of them. What’s the story?

Pinkie: It’s “Marshmallow Holes!”

twow: OH GOD.

Rarity: What’s wrong?

twow: Remember “120 Days of Blueblood?” This is from the same author.

Twilight: Oh...that’s not good.

twow: And the real icing on the cake? I know nothing about this story.

Twilight: Nothing at all?

twow: Not a damn thing.

*BUZZ*

All: We’ve got story sign!

It was a sunny and warm Friday morning.

        twow: It was a dark and stormy night.

 Fashion magazines and sketches of haute couture lay strewn about the young teenager's room. While other girls her age were obsessed with wearing pretty dresses, Rarity was more interested in making pretty dresses. Rolls of fabric, scissors, parchment and pencils littered her floor.

Rarity: I enjoyed wearing dresses also! It’s part of the reason that I enjoy making them!

        twow: As long as you got outside time.

Rarity lay in her bed, reflecting on how much she would prefer to skip school today. Glancing over at her bedside table, she looked at the framed photo of herself with her classmate, Cheerilee.

Twilight: I didn’t know that you two were roughly the same age.

Rarity: She’s actually a year older than me.

"No," Rarity said to herself, "If I want to be allowed to attend Cheerilee's pool party this evening, then I'd better put my best hoof forward. I'm certainly not going to win my parents' approval by skipping school."

twow: You always COULD go pretend to catch the bus and just spend the whole day roaming.

Twilight: Speaking from experience?

twow: Please. My mother would have beaten my ass if I did that.

Rarity sat up in bed and stretched her arms. She wore silk pajamas of her own design and curlers in her bouncy, purple mane. Swinging her legs around, Rarity put her fuzzy slippers over her stubby hooves and got out of bed.

Rarity: Well, this doesn’t seem that bad...wait. ARMS?!

twow: Shit. Everypony in this fic is anthropomorphic.

Twilight: What does that mean again?

twow: You all walk on your hind legs, you have hands and other human features. You still have your hooves, mane, tail, horn...

Twilight: Well then. This is going to be weird.

twow: That’s an understatement.

As she walked over to her bathroom door, Rarity's long, flowing tail poked out of a hole in her pajamas; swishing as she walked.

twow: Imagine if she hadn’t cut that hole. REALLY annoying that would be.

Once inside the privacy of her bathroom, Rarity removed her curlers and disrobed. She set her pajamas and pink panties in the laundry bin and took a moment to admire her naked body in the mirror.

twow:...

Twilight: Umm...

Rarity: Why is he so quiet?

Twilight: I think he might be trying to picture it.

Rarity: TWOW!

twow: AHH! BAD IMAGE GO AWAY!

Rarity's skin was milky white, smooth and blemish free. She took great pride in her appearance and was proud of her nicely developed tits. She placed her hands on her chest and smiled while fondling her C-size breasts.

Rarity: Well, I have always been proud of my figure.

Twilight: Rarity, I hope you remembered  that you will never look like this.

twow: Well. I could have died happy not knowing any of that.

"I'm finally able to fill out that bikini I designed," Rarity said proudly.

twow: “It took me THREE DAYS!”

While her beasts were an important step in her development towards marehood, the real symbol of Rarity's puberty happened a few years earlier and was located on her hips.

Rarity: Pardon me, but what is a “beast”?

twow: Something that shouldn’t exist on your body.

 She turned to the side to get a good look at her cutie mark. Taking her index finger, Rarity traced around the three sky-blue diamond-shaped jewels that stood out in bold contrast against her creamy white skin.

Twilight: I’m still being thrown for a loop at the fact that we have fingers.

Rarity: I’m thrown for a loop at the fact that I’m a teenager in this.

twow: I’m thrown for a loop that I have to read this.

Due to the location of one's cutie mark, it was often considered a very personal part of the body, like ones genitals. Cutie marks were difficult to show off to others, as they were often covered by layers of clothing.

twow: Duh. To see it, you’d also be seeing part of your ass.

Rarity: TWOW!

 As Rarity stepped into the shower, she became more excited for this evening. A pool party was a great way for fillies to wear revealing bathing suits which exposed their cutie marks to the world.

twow: How revealing are these swimsuits?

Twilight: Well, you can see a pony’s cutie mark, so I don’t know.

twow: Am I gonna be able to see some boobs? (smacked by Rarity.)

After her shower, Rarity used her unicorn magic to levitate a towel over to her and began to dry herself. She got ready for school by putting on a bra, a pair of pink panties, a grey dress and a red ascot around her neck. She also wore a matching red beret on her head. Her unicorn horn stuck out underneath the brim of her hat.

Twilight: This doesn’t seem so much of a BAD story than just one with lots of details.

twow: I’m praying that you’re right, but remember. Fallen wouldn’t touch this, and he’s done “the brothel.”

As she came down stairs, Rarity's parents and baby sister were seated around the table.

twow: Wonder how long they were waiting for Rarity.

Rarity: Too long?

"Morning mother. Morning father," Rarity said, as she kissed her father on the cheek. He hadn't shaved yet, so his coarse bristles scratched against her cheek.

twow: No shave is the best shave.

Rarity sat at the table, next to Sweetie Belle's highchair. The baby unicorn was clapping her hands together excitedly while babbling baby talk. Using her magic, Sweetie Belle banged a spoon against her highchair tray.

Twilight: Wait, Sweetie can’t even do more then produce sparks NOW. How is she levitating the spoon?

twow: The power of the reason.

Rarity's father, Magnum, rubbed his forehead, as the noise was starting to give him a headache. He tried to distract himself by focusing on the paper he was reading.

twow: Or you could, I don’t know, take the spoon from her?

Rarity: She needs that to eat with!

twow: She’s not eating anything right NOW.

Rarity's mother, Pearl, set breakfast on the table. With the help of her unicorn magic, Pearl was able to tend to several tasks at once. She poured Magnum a glass of orange juice while catching her toast in mid-air as they popped out of the toaster. She buttered the toast while they were held suspended in the air by her magical aura, before setting them on her plate.

Twilight: I really don’t understand why you were afraid of this twow. This is more boring than bad.

twow: This was written by Bronystories. That should scare you. Ask Rarity.

Rarity: Yes, I was not particularly fond of the other story he wrote, but I’m going to agree with Twilight on this.

twow: Just wait...

Once everyone had their food, Pearl addressed her daughter on an issue that had been troubling her for months.

twow: “I understand that you're growing up, but you must always remember to use protection..(smacked by Rarity)

Rarity: How dare you?!

"Rarity, I do wish you'd clean your room," Pearl said, "A lady your age is much too old to live in such a mess."

"It isn't a mess, mother," Rarity said, "It's organized chaos. I can find whatever I need in my room."

twow: All the things that could be a major issue, and it’s her room?

Rarity: I can understand, but organized chaos works.

Twilight: I’m just wondering why it’s a big deal. Like, how bad is the room?

twow: Her thinking room in Ponyville is organized chaos, and it STILL doesn’t look that bad.

"Except for the floor," Magnum said, not raising his eyes from the paper, "I bet you bits to barley it would take you all night to find your floor underneath all the junk that's piled on top of it."

Rarity opened her mouth to protest, but then thought better of it and remained silent.

twow:...burn?

"All we're asking for is a clear path," Pearl said, "If we had a fire, Celestia forbid, you'd break your neck trying to get out of your room."

Rarity resisted the urge to roll her eyes and instead opted to smile politely.

Twilight: Guess they forgot she could clear her way with magic.

Rarity: Or clean the ROOM.

"Of course, mother," Rarity said, "Clearing a path shall be my top priority this weekend."

"Why not start today after school?" Magnum asked.

Rarity gulped. She knew it was Syd-neigh or the bush if she wanted to attend the pool party.

Rarity: I don’t think I understand.

Twilight: I don’t either.

twow: Hmm...

"You know Cheerilee, right?" Rarity said, smiling nervously.

Magnum set down the paper and tried to think. He rubbed a finger across his mustache, which is what he always did when he was lost in thought. Pearl also tried to picture Rarity's classmate.

"Cheerilee," Pearl said thinking, "Isn't she the one with the frizzy hair and the braces?"

"Oh, right," Magnum said, smiling, "The airhead." Rarity looked slightly indignant.

twow: Just like Twilight! (smacked by Twilight)

Twilight: I’m not an airhead! I prefer “educated.”

Rarity: That’s the spirit!

"Cheerilee isn't an airhead, father," Rarity said, "She's just a little... flighty, is all."

"Well, what about her?" Magnum asked.

"Oh, nothing," Rarity said, trying to soften the blow, "She's just going to be having a pool party at her house tonight."

twow: I just realized something.

Rarity: And that would be?

twow: Your world has a lot of innocence.

Twilight: How so?

twow: If I asked to go to one of those, my parents would have been asked all sorts of questions.

Rarity: What kind of questions?

twow: You don’t want to know.

Her parents looked at her expectantly. There was an awkward pause. Rarity smiled as her eyes darted from her mother to her father.

"And?" Magnum said, impatiently. Rarity had hoped that her parents would take the hint without needing it spelled out for them, but she wasn't that fortunate.

Twilight: I refuse to admit that she had to explain her purpose for bringing it up.

twow: Apparently Rarity’s parents need their hands held. A lot.

"And," Rarity said with a sigh, "I had hoped that I might be able to attend."

Magnum scratched his head and looked at his wife. Pearl looked stern. Rarity decided to be bold and press the issue.

"So, may I go?" Rarity asked with a hesitant smile.

"Your father and I have been planning tonight's date for weeks," Pearl said as she put her hands on her hips, "You said you'd watch Sweetie Belle while we went to dinner."

Rarity: If I knew that I had to watch my baby sister, then I wouldn’t have asked!

twow: Actually, that’s a good point. How long ago was this party planned? If you asked before your parents planned their date, this wouldn’t be a problem.

Twilight: And there’s nothing stopping them from finding another babysitter if that was the case.

Rarity's heart sank as she remembered her promise to take care of her sister. She mentally cursed her generous nature as she gave Sweetie Belle a nasty look. Rarity took a deep breath as she tried to reason with her parents.

"We can get Sweetie Belle a babysitter," Rarity said, "I'll pay for it out of my allowance."

"This isn't about the money," Rarity's mother scolded, "It's about taking responsibility."

Twilight: I see where she’s coming from...

twow: So do I, but it wouldn’t hurt if she did pay for a babysitter. Sweetie would still be watched.

Rarity: If I might add, didn’t I volunteer myself? Shouldn’t I have the right to change it up, as long as Sweetie is taken care of?

twow: Not usually. In the eyes of parents, once you agree to something, you are stuck.

"I'm a teenager, mother," Rarity said, "I have the rest of my life to be responsible, but only a few short years of adolescence left."

"Those few years are looking pretty long from where I'm sitting," Magnum said as he returned to reading the paper. He felt confident that his wife could handle things from here on out.

Rarity: He takes the time to trounce my statement, then goes back to reading?

twow: Like a BOSS.

"You have babysitting obligations and are grounded from parties until your room is clean," Pearl said, curtly, "You're not going to any pool parties, and that's final!" Pearl put her hoof down as she collected the dishes from breakfast.

Twilight: I like how she wasn’t thinking about grounding you until you made a small point.

Rarity: I can understand my obligations, but why was she grounding me if I couldn’t go in the first place?

twow: I’d say it’s for future parties, but you’d have your room clean by then. All she had to say was that you had to watch Sweetie Belle.

Rarity glared at her mother, who was using magic to help clear the table. Without a word, Rarity scooted her chair away and stood up. She left the table and grabbed her brown trench coat on her way out the door.

twow: The Doctor would be proud.

Twilight: Are you talking about Time Turner? He doesn’t wear trenchcoats.

twow: Tenth Doctor. That is all.

"I'll be back after school then," Rarity said, petulantly, "to clean my room and watch after the baby!"

Rarity slammed the door behind her as she ran to wait for the bus.

Rarity: “Get back here and slam this door properly!”

Once at school, Rarity tried to forget all about the pool party, but it wasn't easy. She was constantly reminded of all the fun she'd be missing out on by her classmates. Several fillies and colts talked excitedly amongst themselves, which Rarity couldn't help but overhear.

twow: The wording here makes me think of a bunch of foals, not teenagers.

As she waited for the teacher to arrive, Rarity folded her arms and rested her head on her desk. She felt miserable and spent her time rehearsing how she would turn down her friend's invitation.

Twilight: “I’m sorry Cheerilee, I can’t come because I didn’t have my room clean.”

Rarity: “I’m sorry Cheerilee, I can’t come because I offered to watch my baby sister.”

twow: “I’m sorry Cheerilee, I can’t come because something extremely fucked up is going to happen to me.”

"I'm sorry, Cheerilee," Rarity said quietly enough for her classmates to not overhear her, "I know you invited me to your pool party, but I won't be able to attend. I have to clean my room and babysit my sister."

Rarity: Or, that works also.

twow: (mumbling) I liked mine better.

 Rarity clenched her fist at the sheer injustice of it all. She lifted her head and stared at the clock. Today was going to be a long day.

Rarity was irritated. She felt a burning, chaffing irritation.

Twilight: That was...

twow: Duh. If you feel an irritation, then you are irritated.

"Chaffing?" Rarity thought, as she shifted in her seat. Suddenly, Rarity felt a sudden urge to scratch her bottom. Not wanting to embarrass herself, Rarity got up and left the classroom.

Leaving the presence of the other students had the added benefit of putting distance between her and their excited chatter regarding tonight's party.

twow: That damn party. I’m rather glad I wasn’t a popular person in school.

Twilight: What was your social class in school?

twow: In your world, imagine that one pony that everyone ignores or pretends to be his friend.

Twilight: Oh...

twow: Yeah. Now imagine that about 4 times worse.

Rarity: Aren’t you exaggerating a bit?

twow: I am not. High school was not kind to me.

Rarity entered the little fillies' room, which was unoccupied. She entered the more private handicapped stall, which was larger and had its own mirror and sink.

twow: Woah! Wish the handicapped stalls had that in my world!

Rarity: You are not disabled.

twow: Maybe not, but I love those fucking stalls!

Twilight: You might be disabled in a different way.

"Why is my bum so itchy?" Rarity thought. She turned around so her butt was facing the mirror. She lowered her pink panties to her knees and gazed at her reflection.

Hiking her tail up, Rarity lifted her dress to examine her naked ass.

twow: And on that pleasant note, I think it’s time for a break.

Twilight: I’m alright with that.

Rarity: And I am as well. In fact, I had a question for you twow.

twow: Alright. What’s up?

Rarity: I was speaking with Fallen...

twow: THERE’s a good sign.

Rarity: Excuse me.

twow: Sorry.

Rarity: As I was saying, I was talking with him and he mentioned that you dislike me.

Twilight: Rarity, did you HAVE to bring that up?

Rarity: If I am expected to continue reading stories and knowing that he lives in Equestria, yes.

twow: Motherfucker...

Rarity: Well?

twow: Alright. When I first because a brony, the first two episodes that I saw were “Sonic Rainboom” and “The Cutie Mark Chronicles.” And I’m sorry, but the former didn’t give me a good impression of you.

Twilight: twow, that’s not really fair to Rarity.

twow: I know...

Rarity: If I might ask, what in particular made you dislike me?

twow: The fact that you all were supposed to helping Rainbow relax and your antics with your wings did the opposite.

Twilight: That was really it?

twow: No. It was the fact that you didn’t notice that you were causing Rainbow to freak out. Granted, it did end up helping her perform her Rainboom but I couldn’t get over that for the longest time.

Rarity: I was very remorseful about my actions. It was wrong of me to focus on myself and forget about Rainbow Dash.

twow: I don’t want you to bring up your feelings about it again. Even though, I should have looked past that initial time I saw you..

Rarity: What do you think of me now?

twow: Well, I don’t hate you. Sometimes you can grate on my nerves, but for the most part I get over it and look at the brighter side of you.

Twilight: And?

twow: Well, she’s generous, friendly and I know she has a good heart. Truthfully, I like you a lot Rarity. Far more then when I first saw you.

Rarity: Well, thank you.

twow: Yeah. Glad I got that off my chest.

Twilight: That reminds me...

*BUZZ*

All: We’ve got story sign!

Earlier this morning, Rarity's butt had been as smooth and white as the pegasus-driven snow. When she looked at it now, several small pustules had formed on her left butt cheek. The bumps were slightly pinkish and extremely itchy.

Twilight and Rarity: EW.

twow: I really don’t want to understand what happened here.

"Pimples on my bum?!" Rarity said, horrified, "Of all the worst things that could happen, this is the worst possible thing!"

twow: And cue obligatory catch phase.

Rarity: I don’t say it that much!

twow: Please. You said it THREE TIMES in one episode.

Rarity scratched at her butt blemishes in an effort to alleviate the burning, itching sensation. As she scraped her nails against the pimples, they began to ooze a sticky, white liquid. Rarity felt as though she had dipped her fingertips in honey. Her left butt cheek was soon glazed in the greasy butt pimple secretion.

Twilight: I’ve read about many diseases, and I’ve never even HEARD about this!

Rarity: Would you want to? This is horrible!

Growing more concerned by the second, Rarity pulled her hand away and washed it thoroughly with soap and water.

"I don't know what's happening to me," Rarity thought, "but I can't stay at school like this!"

Rarity pulled her panties back up. She could feel the fabric sticking to her ass as her underwear soaked up some of the viscus zit slime.

twow: So it’s kinda like glue?

Rarity: Glue is coming out of my behind?!

twow: Well, I guess you could use it for good purposes?

Twilight: Like WHAT?

twow: Glue! (smacked by both mares)

Bolting out of the bathroom, Rarity was determined to head for home and apply some sanitizing moisturizer to her itching ass. Her mind was filled with a constant need to scratch, but that would have to wait until she got home.

twow: You could always smack it.

Rarity: TWOW!

Twilight: Really, twow?

twow: I was being serious! Hitting a itching area is better than scratching it!

On her way down the hall, Rarity saw an earth pony filly who was arriving late for class.

She wore sneakers and dark blue jeans with torn knees. Her dark pink t-shirt was covered by her open, plum-colored sleeveless vest. Decorative buttons were pinned to the black and white checkered neckerchief she wore around her neck. The filly's pink, frizzy mane had clips to keep it in place and she wore several bracelets on her right wrist.

Rarity blinked when they made eye contact.

Twilight: Cheerilee looks rather nice.

twow: “Hey Cheerilee, Cheerilee, I think I’m in love with you...”

Rarity: I continue to question your sanity.

"H... hi, Cheerilee," Rarity said, sweating. Cheerilee smiled, flashing Rarity with her braces.

"Hey, Rarity," Cheerilee said, beaming, "You'd better follow me to class. I'd, like, hate for us to both get detention and miss the awesome pool party."

Rarity fidgeted on the spot, due to the constant itching sensation. If Cheerilee noticed that her friend was acting peculiar, she didn't say anything.

twow: Why not? If my friend was hopping around like a Mexican jumping bean, I’d bring it up.

Twilight: Maybe she was hiding it very well?

twow: I severely doubt that.

"About the pool party," Rarity said, "I'm afraid I won't be able to make it." Cheerilee looked crestfallen.

"Oh, that's too bad," she said as Rarity walked her to class, "Is everything, like, alright?"

"Yeah," Rarity said, "My parents are just forcing me to stay home tonight and watch my sister while they go on a date."

twow: Still liked my explanation better.

Twilight: Let it go.

When Cheerilee was looking the other direction, Rarity took a moment to covertly scratch her aching ass through her panties. She pulled her hand away just as Cheerilee turned back to look at her.

"Bummer," Cheerilee said, "Are your parents, like, too cheap to hire a babysitter, or some junk?"

Rarity: “Of course not. I just forgot that my parents do not go back on decisions.”

twow: Them be parents for ya.

"I offered to pay for one myself," Rarity said, "They said it's not about the money. They wanted me to learn some responsibility." Rarity made air quotes when she said 'responsibility.'

"They're crazy," Cheerilee said, "You're the most responsible filly I know! My mom thinks so, too. I can have her, like, vouch for you, if you want."

Twilight: I can see that. Rarity is quite the responsible one.

Rarity: Thank you Twilight.

"Thanks," Rarity said smiling, "but it's not just babysitting. My mother also said I'm grounded until I clean my room."

"Oh," Cheerilee said, "Well, I can't help you there. I hate cleaning."

twow: Doesn’t she have to pick up a classroom everyday?

Twilight: Not if her students do it.

twow: What about HER stuff in the classroom? Teachers can be messy also.

Rarity: I believe you both forgot that we are teenagers in this.

"Don't worry," Rarity said. She was about to pat Cheerilee on the back, when she noticed that a pink blister, like the ones on her ass, had now formed on her left index finger.

Rarity stopped in the hallway and stared horrified at her hand. Her finger started itching. Whatever she had on her ass was contagious... and spreading.

Rarity: What in Equestria do I HAVE?!

Twilight: I have no idea, but I will be looking into if that really exists.

twow: I’m trying to figure out what caused it to happen in the first place.

Cheerilee turned to look at her friend. Rarity quickly hid her arms behind her back with an embarrassed look on her face.

"Coming to class?" Cheerilee asked. Rarity shook her head sadly.

twow: “Just another day, just another disease.”

"I'm not feeling well," Rarity said, folding her arms to prevent Cheerilee from accidentally touching her hand, "Tell the teacher I went home sick." Rarity ran down the hall and left Cheerilee standing outside their classroom, looking concerned.

"I'm sure it's nothing serious," Rarity thought as she walked home, "It's probably just an allergic reaction to some cheap fabric, or something. All I need is a little disinfecting moisturizer and I'll be right as rain."

twow: Because allergic reactions cause you to secrete white stuff. Okay.

Rarity: (gags)

Twilight: I don’t know if I want this to be real so I can study this.

twow: Seeing as how this is going, you don’t.

Not wanting to spread the disease, Rarity kept her hands in the pockets of her trench coat and refused to scratch her itching ass. The pain was agonizing.

Twilight: I HATE itching!

Rarity: As do I.

Magnum had already left for work and Pearl had taken Sweetie Belle into town with her to go grocery shopping. Rarity came home to an empty house, which was just as well. She didn't want her parents to worry about her.

twow: Wouldn’t you WANT to tell them that you have a strange disease?!

Rarity: I can understand. She doesn’t want them to cancel their date.

twow: I see that, but she’s got this weird thing happening to her! I would run to my parents if that happened to me.

Rarity took off her trench coat and beret and set them on the coat rack in the foyer. She then ran up to her bedroom and took off the rest of her clothes. She pulled her grey dress off and set it on her bed. She took of her pink panties, which were now soaked with the sticky zit secretions, and threw them in the trash.

Twilight: That is...messed up.

Rarity: I hope those weren’t my favorite panties...what am I saying?!

twow: Great! You’re understanding the riff!

After taking off her bra, a very scared and very nude Rarity lifted her tail and stared at her ass in the mirror.

twow: Kinky? (smacked by both mares)

Her heart skipped a beat. The pimples on her butt had gotten larger. Upon closer examination, Rarity could tell that the glistening wet pustules had holes that were leaking a sticky, creamy substance.

"Gross gross gross gross gross!" Rarity said. She felt as though she was going to throw up.

twow: I take that back. That is sick as all hell.

Rarity: I don’t suppose you have a trash can to throw up in?

twow: Open up the top of the black hole gun. Puke all you want.

"Even if I were allowed to attend Cheerilee's pool party, I couldn't go looking like this!" Rarity said, despondently, "My new fashionable two-piece bikini is out of the question."

Twilight: Obviously! Can you IMAGINE what would happen if ponies saw that?

twow: Probably a lot of what Rarity is doing right now.

Rarity looked at her left hand, which now had several pink pimples on her index finger. Each one had a tiny hole in the center which was secreting more sticky fluid.

"I need to tell my parents about this," Rarity thought, "Or maybe I should just head to the hospital!"

Rarity: Yes. I would have headed to the hospital.

twow: I have a feeling that it wouldn’t help.

Levitating a tube of exfoliating moisturizer with her magic, Rarity squeezed some of the healing cream onto her blistered finger.

Rarity reasoned that if her finger was already infected, she might as well use it to apply the moisturizer to her other infected area.

Twilight: I see this backfiring.

twow: Seeing as how she touched her ass with that finger, and that finger became infected, I agree with you.

Rarity rubbed the lotion against her bumpy butt boils. She gave a sigh of relief as this contact allowed her to scratch her itching butt. Her manicured fingernails scraped against the surface of her rear, as more secretions gushed from the holes. The more she rubbed the blemishes, the more sticky pus seeped out of them. Rarity started to cry.

Rarity: I probably would have begun to cry.

twow: That is scary as all hell. I don’t blame you.

"Oh, Celestia," Rarity said, as she kept scratching, "What's happening to me?"

Twilight: I wish I knew.

The itching sensation grew worse, which compelled her to scratch more vigorously. Rarity's left hand was sopping wet as she raked her fingernails across her itching ass. The lotion didn't seem to have any effect on the size or shape of the boils. If anything, rubbing the lotion on made the holes release even more pus.

twow: Then stop doing that!

Twilight: Actually, scratching your itches is harder to stop than you would think.

Even though the exfoliating cream wasn't working, Rarity didn't want to pull her hand away. The harder she scratched, the better she felt. This was more than the pleasure derived from soothing an itch. Feelings of sexual gratification coursed through her body from the constant scratching.

All:...What.

twow: No really. WHAT.

Rarity: Am...am I feeling satisfied by this?!

Twilight: I..I..I

twow: Don’t think about it Twilight! It’ll break your brain!

"Oh my!" Rarity said, blushing, "This feels... unnaturally pleasant. Even if it is icky."

Rarity's left hand cupped her blistered butt cheek. She rubbed her palm against her ass like it was a magic lamp. Her long, slender fingers clawed at her rear. Her hand was quickly coated in the white cream oozing from the tiny holes.

twow: I really don’t want to think about what that white stuff is.

Twilight: I have a thought, and it isn’t pleasant.

Rarity's mind was becoming lost as she ventured deeper into a jungle of unknown pleasures. Desiring more potent stimulation, Rarity circled her middle finger around one of the larger orifices in her butt cheek. The bigger the hole, the more stimulation she felt. Rimming her open sore caused more pus to dribble out and sent chills up Rarity's spine.

twow: Seems like a rather messy way to pleasure yourself.

Rarity: Wouldn’t it be messy anyway?

twow: Don’t you already know that?

Rarity: Moving on.

Without stopping to think about what she was doing, Rarity pressed her middle finger against the opening of one of the holes. It was tight, but with enough wiggling, Rarity managed to stick her finger inside her butt cheek.

twow: That is something that should never be said.

"Wah hah hah hah!" Rarity screamed in delight, "I... I can't believe something so uncouth could feel this good!"

twow: That’s masterbating in general. It’s not couth.

Twilight: I think the fact that you do it in private is proof enough of that.

Rarity stuck her finger deeper into the hole until it bottomed out. After wiggling it around inside herself for a moment, Rarity slowly pulled her finger out. There was no flesh or blood visible. The holes in her butt seemed to each have their own little pockets, which were separate from the rest of her insides. Each hole acted like the fingers on a glove.

Rarity: So, it was sucking my fingers inside?

twow: That would make the holes act like mini vacuums. Ew.

Rarity repeated this motion of pulling her finger in and out several times. Each motion was accompanied by more cream seeping out of the boil and sending more pleasure throughout Rarity's body.

"Mmm," Rarity moaned, "Harder... Need more..."

twow: “I need more fingers!” (smacked by Rarity)

Twilight: At this rate, her fingers aren’t gonna be enough.

When Rarity became used to the sensation of pleasuring one hole, she upped the ante by inserting her ring finger into another pus-filled hole. White cream oozed from the holes as Rarity moved her fingers in and out.

Grabbing her blistered butt cheek like a bowling ball, Rarity inserted her thumb inside another hole. She flexed and rubbed her fingers and thumb over and inside the sticky holes.

twow: Alliteration for the loss.

Twilight: I will give this author credit, he does know how to use details.

Rarity: Sadly, we have to suffer by seeing this picture in our heads.

twow: That’s the POINT of details.

Choosing two more holes, Rarity inserted her pinkie and index fingers, respectively. When every digit on her left hand was knuckle-deep inside a hole, Rarity began wiggling her fingers. Her hand was coated in a thin film of the milky secretions from her ass pimples.

Twilight: Wouldn’t that be getting everywhere by now?

twow: You wouldn’t be able to see it on her ass. Pure white, remember?

Rarity: That was until I contracted this disease.

Rarity had already had "the talk" with her parents. When her mother was pregnant with Sweetie Belle, Rarity sat with her parents as they explained where foals came from.

twow: “Now Rarity, when you’re a teenager...

Twilight: “You might contract an illness that causes you to masterbate with holes on your body.”

Rarity: I fail to see the humor in this.

twow: Humor is the only thing that’s keeping me going.

Rarity had taken sex ed. She knew the mechanics of natural mammalian reproduction. She had even masturbated on occasion, but none of her "private times" could compare to the pleasure she felt right now.

twow: You heard it here folks. Shoving your finger into holes INTO your ass is more pleasuring than regular masterbating.

Rarity: If the world ever comes to that, I don’t know if I’ll want to live anymore.

 Even though Rarity was fully aroused, she hadn't considered touching her vagina.

twow: That’s how you KNOW you’re doing well.

Rarity and Twilight: TWOW!

 She was getting all the stimulation she could ever want from her butt. After sticking her fingers inside her ass acne, Rarity felt the biggest orgasm of her life welling up within her.

"This is unbelievable!" Rarity said, "I'm... I'm cumming!"

Twilight: I...HOW.

Rarity: I brought myself to orgasm by inserting my fingers into my behind...

twow: Because we didn’t need logic anyway.

Rarity screamed in ecstasy as her pussy dripped mare ejaculate onto the ground. Her orgasm also caused more milky white fluid to shoot out of her pimples. Rarity pulled her fingers out of her soggy butt cheek as goo continued to ooze from the holes in her hand.

twow: No amount of toilet paper is gonna clean THAT up.

With her mind and body having surrendered themselves to physical pleasure, Rarity wasn't thinking clearly. Poor judgement and morbid curiosity may have been what prompted Rarity to move her infected hand closer to her lips. She watched with perverse fascination as sticky pus secreted from the holes in her fingers and dripped down her hands.

Rarity: WHAT?

twow: Jams fingers in ass, decides to taste it.

Twilight: Seems legit?

twow: DOESN’T IT THOUGH?!

Curious as to what it tasted like, Rarity stuck her fingers into her mouth and sucked on the goo flowing out of them.

"Mmmm," Rarity said, clearly pleased, "It tastes just like marshmallow cream."

Twilight: I don’t think even the princesses could figure that one out.

Rarity: As far as I know, I have blood in my body, not marshmallow cream.

twow: Wonder if that could be used for sandwiches.

It was several hours later before Pearl returned home with the groceries. After setting Sweetie Belle down in her play pen, Pearl turned to go unload the minivan. She stopped when she saw Rarity's coat and beret hanging in the foyer.

"I guess Rarity got home early from school," Pearl thought. She walked upstairs to speak to her daughter.

twow: Who all thinks this is gonna end well?

(Both mares raise their hooves)

twow: I’ve taught you well.

"Rare bear?" Pearl said as she knocked on Rarity's bedroom door, "Are you in there?"

There was no answer.

Rarity: Why didn’t she walk in?

Twilight: She respects your privacy?

twow: I see your point Rarity. My parents would just walk the fuck in.

Rarity's body was covered in sweat. More holes had appeared on her body, oozing slime from every part of herself that she touched. Dozens of pus-filled holes appeared around her breasts and on her nipples. Her vaginal walls were lined with boils that discharged white sticky cream. Slimy pimples covered her pussy and clitoris. She had shoved her fingers up her asshole which created more squirting holes within her rectum.

twow: So she looks like Bubble Wrap.

Twilight: Okay twow. Go in the corner.

twow: But...

Twilight: CORNER.

Both of her slimy hands were covered in pimples from her wrists to her fingertips. The goo flowing from her holes seemed to have a reaction to the more sensitive parts of her body. Her pussy was red and swollen and her puffy teats lactated milky marshmallow cream.

Rarity: That is horrid!

twow: And the prize for understatement of the year goes to...Rarity!

Rarity breathed heavily as she stood in front of the mirror and stared at herself. The white goo had made her breasts and vagina larger than normal and her most gropeable areas were covered in sticky blemishes.

Twilight: Wait. The white stuff made her grow?

twow: I can’t begin to understand that.

Rarity grabbed her right nipple with her right hand. Her swollen teat was now two inches long and as wide as two of her fingers. Rarity squeezed on her swollen nipple, which sent white cream squirting from her teat and seeping out of the dozen holes on her breast.

twow: Have fun feeding your foal with THAT.

Rarity: That is horrible! My child wouldn’t get the nutrition it needs!

twow: It would get one hell of a sugar rush.

With her left hand, Rarity lowered it between her legs and pulled back her boil-covered clitoral hood. The filly's clit had also been engorged well beyond its normal size. It was an inch long and looked like the top of a mushroom. Rarity moaned as she rubbed her clit. The stimulation caused more goo to spill from the holes around her crotch.

twow: Sweet. I needed more nightmare fuel.

"It feels so good," Rarity said, "More! I need more!"

Pearl opened the door and looked inside her daughter's room. Rarity's grey dress was on the bed and the light in her bathroom was on.

"Rarity?" Pearl asked, "Are you alright?"

Rarity: Does it LOOK like I’m alright?!

Twilight: She can’t see you yet.

twow: And considering what she would do if she did, she won’t.

Rarity stopped masturbating when she heard her mother's voice. Her standing frame started shaking immediately from withdrawals when she stopped pleasuring herself.

Rarity: What is this?

Twilight: You somehow got yourself addicted to masterbating.

Rarity: But...how?

twow: It’s like a drug. The euphoric feeling rushes through your brain, and you need more and more.

Rarity's entire body itched now. She felt as though she was being eaten alive by fire ants. Unable to live without constantly stimulating her holes, Rarity resumed squeezing her swollen clit as she spoke to Pearl.

twow: You would NOT be to speak clearly while doing that.

Rarity: Why not?

twow: Brain overload.

"I... I'm fine, mother," Rarity said, breathlessly, "I'll start cleaning up my room in a little bit. Just let me know when you and father leave for your date."

Several oozing pimples had formed around Rarity's mouth. She stimulated them by licking at the blemishes with her tongue.

Twilight: How is she speaking? Not only is she trying to stimulate herself, she’s also gonna be suffering by the holes she ISN’T touching.

Rarity: I would rather not know.

"That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about" Pearl asked, "Your father and I are sorry for how we left things this morning. We can compromise if you really have your heart set on going to that pool party."

twow: OF COURSE.

Twilight: What is it?

twow: I hate when this happens in stories! Her parents said that she can go to the party, but as we all know, SHE’S NOT GOING TO BE ABLE TO!

Rarity: Wow. You are quite upset over this.

twow: (twitch)

Twilight: Hey look! Story!

There was a pause before Rarity spoke, as though she were considering her mother's words carefully. She looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her skin was coated in a thin film of sweat and sticky secretions. Her breasts, vagina and ass were all puffy and swollen from the boils covering those areas. She turned to the side and stared at her hips.

Twilight: You do know that you literally can’t go, right?

Rarity: We all do. Hence why our human friend is losing his mind.

Rarity watched as white goo dribbled out of several holes that had appeared within her cutie mark. Rarity's lip started to quiver. She wasn't sad because she couldn't go to the party like this. Rarity was sad because she didn't want to go to the party anymore.

twow: Course not. I mean, when you have the ability to pleasure yourself at all times, why would you want to go to a party?

Rarity: It would be better than staying in my room?

Twilight: It would be better than having a bunch of holes in your body?

twow: That question wasn’t supposed to be answered.

When compared to the pleasure she received from fingering her holes, everything else seemed less important by comparison. Eating... Sleeping... These were all distractions that got in the way of her next mind-blowing orgasm.

Rarity: Am I going to completely lose my social life?

Twilight: It’s kind of unavoidable if all you can think about is the next time you’re going to orgasm.

Rarity had lost track of how many times she had managed to climax within the last couple of hours, but if the puddle of feminine fluids at her hooves was any indication, she had cum at least a dozen times.

twow:...Damn.

Rarity: Why did you...

twow: No, I’m being serious. That is a lot.

"Well?" Pearl asked, "What do you say? We can get somepony to babysit Sweetie Belle and you can go to your pool party with your friends, provided that you promise to clean your room this weekend."

Twilight: I just feel awful that she can’t go now.

twow: She can! It just won’t end well.

Under normal circumstances, Rarity would've leapt at the chance, but as it stood now, all she cared about was rubbing her sticky, wet holes.

twow: Damn, that is messed UP.

Rarity: I developed the addiction in less than a few hours.

twow: And you got it ROUGH.

"That's not necessary," Rarity said, "You were right, mother. I was being selfish."

Pearl was slightly taken aback.

"Are you sure you're okay with missing the party?" Pearl asked.

"I'm sure," Rarity said, "You and father enjoy your date while I clean my room. I'll stay here and watch over Sweetie Hole, I mean Sweetie Belle."

twow: Bull. Calling it for two reasons.

Twilight: And those are?

twow: One, her parents know how much she wanted to go. She would have jumped at that chance in their eyes. And two, I’m sure that her mother would have questioned her choice of words when she was talking about Sweetie Belle.

Rarity blushed at the slip-of-the-tongue. And speaking of tongues...

Her tongue now had its own blisters, which she received after licking her pimpled lips. Rarity rubbed her tongue against the roof of her mouth to satisfy the itching urge.

Twilight: Don’t do that! Then your mouth will have the blisters!

twow: Truthfully, her mouth was screwed when she licked her lips.

Pearl left Rarity's room, feeling thoroughly bewildered.

"I used to be a teenager," Pearl thought as she walked down the stairs, "so why can't I figure them out today?"

Rarity: Because you aren’t trying hard enough?

twow: Nice one.

Once her mother had gone, Rarity resumed pleasuring herself at an increased rate of speed. Switching up the placement of her hands, Rarity placed her left hand on the side of her left tit. Finding several large holes, Rarity plugged them with her fingers. She stuck her index finger inside her swollen milk duct and the rest in dripping holes along the side of her breast.

twow: It’s getting to the point that I really don’t know what to say anymore.

Rarity: How is that?

twow: Its the same thing we’ve been seeing. The shock value is starting to diminish.

Twilight: I bet it’s going to shoot back up soon.

Rarity moved her right hand over her vagina and stuck her fingers in various holes surrounding her crotch. Her index and ring fingers became inserted into her clitoral hood, while her middle finger was inserted directly into a large hole in her clitoris. White, sticky goo flowed from dozens of holes as she wiggled her fingers inside herself.

twow: Wait.

Twilight: What?

twow: Does..does her CLIT have holes in it?!

Rarity: I believe  that was said.

twow: Fucking EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.

"Just a few more," Rarity said to herself while gasping for breath, "Just a few more orgasms and I'll stop to clean my room. I promise."

twow: “Just one more time...”

Twilight: She sounds like a addict.

twow: That’s because she IS one.

Rarity wiggled her hand as though her clit was a finger puppet. She leaned over the sink as she stared at her reflection. Her eyes were unfocused. Her face was flushed. Her tongue was constantly licking her lips as white cream trickled down her chin.

twow: Okay, I understand that she’s addicted to orgasming. But here’s the thing. Doing that over and over takes energy. How does she still have the stamina to continue?

Rarity: I certainly don’t know. I would have long passed out by now.

"Can't stop," Rarity said, "Feels too good. Feels like... losing my mind."

Rarity groaned as she forced another sexual climax to the surface.

"If I don't stop soon," Rarity said, "I'll go mad!"

Twilight: I’m surprised she hasn’t yet.

Having lost any semblance of bodily restraint, Rarity came while shitting herself. She stood convulsing as logs of excrement slid out of her ass. This only served to heighten her current orgasm, as the blisters lining her anal walls were all stimulated from the smelly excrement leaving her body.

Rarity: What.

twow: I don’t know if I want to question how that works.

Rarity: WHAT.

Twilight: Well, the sides of her behind probably have holes.

Rarity: WHAT.

twow: That makes sense how she orgasimed from that.

Rarity: WHAT.

Twilight: So, would that be the same if she had to pee?

Rarity: WHAT?!

twow: Well, she’s broken.

A couple hours later, Magnum came home from work. His wife hadn't spoken with their daughter since she had gotten home. Pearl relayed Rarity's wishes to her husband.

"She'd rather clean her room than go to a party?" Magnum said, "That doesn't sound like my girl. She must be sick, or something."

twow: That’s more like it! He’s actually using his head!

Twilight: But, wouldn’t it be better if he didn’t?

twow: Right...

Magnum walked up the stairs towards Rarity's room.

Rarity had grown tired of standing in her bathroom and took several shaky steps until she collapsed onto her bed. Her bathroom floor was covered in her feminine jizz, the white cream which poured from her holes and a pile of her own shit.

twow: That’s...really gross.

Twilight: Really, really gross.

Rarity: Positively disgusting.

Pinkie (from TV): Ew!

As she lay on her bed, Rarity didn't care if she secreted ooze onto her sheets, or her grey dress. All that mattered now was producing a steady flow of orgasms to mitigate the pain of her constantly itching body.

Twilight: It’s MORE than a addiction!

Rarity: Whatever do you mean?

Twilight: The way you react. At this point, you wouldn’t be able to live if you aren’t constantly stimulating the holes!

twow: Fate worse than death right there.

Several of the holes around her pussy and tits were gaping from the extreme levels of stimulation. Her nipples and clit had also continued to swell.

twow: At this rate, she’s gonna look like a bloody balloon.

Rarity's areola's were covered in several large holes; most of which were oozing white cream. Each of her nipples were now three inches long and as big around as an averaged-sized pickle.

Rarity: That’s...detailed.

Twilight: And disturbing.

twow: Could you use them for sandwiches? (bucked by both mares.)

 Her breasts heaved every time Rarity drew breath, which caused her erogenous nipples to flop about.

Rarity: If you even THINK about saying..

twow: Mouth shut.

Rarity rubbed her right hand over her bumpy inner thigh. When she lifted it up, there was a thick coating of sticky cream on her fingers, which she greedily licked off. Rarity had no idea what the white goo was made out of.

Twilight: Then why would you EAT it?!

 All she knew was that it tasted like marshmallows and it must've had some revitalizing properties. She deduced this by the fact that under normal circumstances, a pony's body would get dehydrated after this many orgasms, and yet she was able to continue unabated.

Twilight: Oh. I guess that’s why.

twow: Not only does it force you to continue, but your own body is making it so that you can never have a reason to stop.

Rarity: I would rather not know this exists anymore.

Whatever these bumps were that covered her body, they were providing her with just enough nourishment to continue masturbating indefinitely.

twow: If I could somehow bottle that, I could make a fortune.

Rarity: That would make people have the same thing I have!

twow: Not necessarily. The cream is a result of the holes.

 If she made any attempt to stop stimulating her holes, she was met with a painful burning itch; which forced Rarity to perpetually pleasure herself.

Twilight: Yeah. She’s in trouble.

She lay on her back with her legs spread wide to allow easier access to her clit. More than fifty sticky holes surrounded Rarity's sopping vagina.

twow: I’m failing to understand how she still HAS a vagina at this point.

 Some of the holes were still tight, while others had been loosened by inserted fingers. Some of the more regularly used holes were wide enough to fit three fingers.

Rarity: Truthfully, I thought they would have been bigger.

Twilight: The story did make it out that you were constantly stimulating them.

Secretions from the holes caused Rarity's clit to swell beyond the constraints of nature. Her clit was now six inches long and as big around as a large pickle.

Twilight: I....the...six...WHAT?!

twow: Holy fuck. That is GROSS.

 It was also bumpy like a pickle, due to the blisters. Several of the holes on her clitoris were loose and oozing sticky cream.

Rarity: My body seems content with breaking the laws of nature.

Rarity grabbed her clit with her right hand and stuck her fingers inside several of the larger holes. While her body's main pleasure sensor was now the size of an average colt's cock, it was no where near as hard.

twow: For obvious reasons.

Twilight: I think that would be really painful if it was hard.

Her clitoris flopped around as she wiggled her fingers inside it. This internal stimulation was bringing her close to another climax.

Rarity: That word is starting to aggravate me.

twow: I wouldn’t have such a big issue with this story if it didn’t keep reiterating the same thing.

Twilight: And that would be?

twow: Rarity has a hole, stimulates it, climaxes, does it again while her body gets weirder. NEXT.

Rarity's heart skipped a beat when her father opened her door without knocking. She held her breath, while simultaneously holding her engorged clit. Magnum didn't poke his head into the room, so he hadn't seen his daughter's condition or her compromising position.

twow: Doesn’t he smell the shit in her room?

Rarity: That is horrible!

twow: It’s a good point though. He might be able to save your ass.

Forcing herself to find her voice, Rarity calmly addressed her father.

"Don't come in, father," Rarity said, while sweating nervously, "I'm busy cleaning my room and... and I want it to be a surprise."

After closing the door slightly, Magnum spoke to Rarity.

Twilight: “I’m sorry that we overreacted about you being a teenager.”

"Rari Berry," Magnum said, "I don't want you to feel guilty about your messy room. I know how much you were looking forward to this pool party thing. How about you take a break from cleaning and put on your new swimsuit. I can drive you over to Cheerilee's house and you can play with your friends."

Rarity: Oh that’d be great. OH WAIT I’M COVERED IN HOLES.

Twilight: Calm down Rarity!

Rarity: I will NOT.

twow: It’s almost over?

The part of Rarity's brain that retained a semblance of her former desires was begging to be heard. She wanted to stop this chronic, unnatural masturbation. She wished that all of these new holes would disappear and allow her to wear her the bathing suit she made. She wanted to call out for her father to save her, but the words died in her mouth.

All: SCREAM!

Some very real, primal and dangerous part of her brain was in control and was determined to continue this spiral of baser pleasures for as long as possible.

twow: Oh, no...

Rarity: What is it?

twow: I beileve that the constant masterbation gave you another mindset.

Rarity: The mindset of...

twow: Think about it for a second.

"No, thank you," Rarity said, as her mind rejected the words her body felt compelled to utter, "I changed my mind. I don't want to go. You and mother go on your date. I'll watch Sweetie Belle and clean my room. You'll be so proud of me when you get back."

Twilight: No. No parent will just accept a COMPLETE turn around if their child was adamant about wanting to do something and is given permission.

twow: Unless they're really dense.

Rarity began to really panic now. Up until this point, she had made all the decisions. Rarity was desperate for anything to sooth the burning itch. Her desire for relief allowed her to be tempted by the promise of perpetual pleasure. She was allowed to be in control, until she desired to deviate from the course of continuous climaxes. At that point, some other... force took control. Her body produced those words without her thinking them.

twow: So, she’s allowed to have her own thoughts, as long as she’s masterbating?

Rarity: That seems to be the case.

"Is there... another consciousness in here with me?" Rarity thought, terrified, "Why can't I speak? Help! Somepony save me! Save me!"

Magnum smiled as prepared to close the door.

twow: She’s a slave to her own body.

Rarity: I...

twow: (hugs Rarity)

Twilight: As soon as she stops, she’s unable to use her mind. That’s...interestingly bad.

"I'm always proud of you, my little pony princess," Magnum said, "but if you're sure that's what you want, then that's what we'll do. Your mother and I are going out to eat now, but we'll be back later tonight."

twow: WHY DID NEITHER OF THEM GO INSIDE?!

Rarity: Privacy, although I wished they had invaded it.

Magnum closed the door, leaving his daughter on her bed. Naked. Sweaty. Oozing slime from hundreds of holes. Exerting all her willpower, Rarity forced some words out of her mouth.

"Come back," Rarity said, in a quiet squeak of a voice, "Come back, daddy, please. Don't leave me. I'm scared."

twow: Dude! Go in there!

Magnum wasn't able to hear her, as Rarity couldn't muster up the energy to scream for help.

"Help me," Rarity whispered to nopony, "Help me."

Twilight: Don’t worry Rarity. That’s not going to happen to you.

twow: As SOON as we are finished here, I’m going to invent a cure for that.

Rarity: How can you invent a cure for something that doesn’t exist?

twow: The drive to make sure that none of you suffer like this.

A tear formed and slid down her right cheek. Without thinking, Rarity rubbed her eye with her hand to wipe away her tears.

twow: THAT was a bad idea.

The burning sensation that covered Rarity's body was growing worse. She had to constantly grope and fondle her pussy and tits to reduce the painful itching. Some of the gaping pimple holes had become too loose for her fingers to pleasure.

Twilight: What’s inside of the holes?

Rarity: Ew.

Twilight: No, I’m wondering if you can look inside them and see anything.

"I can't stimulate these sagging holes with my sticky hands," Rarity thought, "If I want to relieve this burning itch, I need to stretch my holes with something bigger."

twow: One of the few times I will keep my thoughts to myself.

It was nearly midnight when Pearl and Magnum returned home. The house was completely dark, as though no one turned on any lights once night fell. Pearl stepped inside and illuminated the immediate area with her horn to look around.

Rarity: Why didn’t she just turn the light on?

twow: Maybe it was too far away?

Rarity: We have magic. She could have gripped it and flipped it on.

 She let out a gasp when she saw that Sweetie Belle was still in her playpen. It was as though Rarity had never left her room after they went to dinner.

Twilight: I know why, and I don’t want to think about it.

Pearl put her hand to her lips as she made a silent gasp. Sweetie Belle was asleep, but she had been crying. Her face was red and her cheeks were stained with tears. Rarity never came downstairs. She never gave her sister a bottle. She never checked on her when she was crying. She never put her to bed. Rarity just left Sweetie Belle in her playpen until she cried herself to sleep.

Rarity: If I had ever done that, my mother would have sent me to Tartarus.

twow: I kinda DID do that once. That wasn’t fun.

Twilight: I’m kinda glad that I’m the youngest.

Pearl's anger towards her elder daughter had reached new heights.

Twilight: Are we going by natural height?

twow: “To the MOON!”

Rarity: A scale of 1 to 10?

twow: “It’s over 9000!”

"What the holy Tartarus is going on around here?" Pearl asked herself as she marched up to Rarity's room, "That filly's been acting strange all afternoon and I'm gonna' find out why."

twow: “Shut your FACE, Grandma!”

Twilight: ...what?

twow: Sorry.

Magnum lifted Sweetie Belle out of her playpen and slowly carried her sleeping frame upstairs.

Pearl opened Rarity's door and was ready to ground her for a month.

twow: “THREE YEARS DUNGEON!”

Like the rest of the house, Rarity's room was dark. All Pearl could make out was a lumpy pile on the ground, which was illuminated by moonlight shining in through the window. Pearl didn't see Rarity anywhere.

Rarity: Wasn’t my bathroom light on?

Twilight: I think so.

A sudden fear entered Pearl's mind. What if Rarity had been foalnapped? Before she had time to fully consider this option though, the lump on the floor started to stir.

Pearl increased the brightness of her horn illumination as she tried to comprehend what she was seeing.

Rarity: Once again, just turn the light on.

twow: Please. If I had the ability to create light from my body, I’d be doing that ALL the time.

What Pearl had mistaken for a pile of clutter was, in actuality, a body stuffed with clutter. It was only when the pony raised her head that Pearl truly realized, to her horror, what she was seeing.

twow: Rarity and Twilight. Are you two prepared?

Twilight: I think?

Rarity: I have the black hole gun right here.

twow: Good, because we aren’t stopping for anything.

Rarity was lying prostrate on the ground. She turned her head and started at her mother with her remaining good eye. After touching her right eye with her hand, Rarity soon lost the ability to see out of it. Her eye began to produce pus-filled boils. She could no longer move her right eye, which was now filled with blood. Its pupil was pointing down towards the ground as white cream oozed from several boils on the eye's surface.

Twilight; I think her EYE itself has a hole in it!

twow: When you think about it like that, it’s another hole she can use to pleasure herself.

Twilight: In her eye?!

twow: She can’t see out of it anymore.

Twilight: Are you holding up okay?

Rarity: Lets...continue...

Rarity's entire body, including her horn, was covered in pimples, blisters and boils, which all opened up into tiny, cream-oozing holes. Pearl's eyes went wide and the color drained from her pink face as she stared in disbelief at the twitching mass that she once recognized as her daughter.

twow: Oh this is gonna be messed up.

In her desire to stop the mad itching, Rarity had shoved whatever she could find into her gooey orifices. Things had been inserted into the holes in her back, her shoulders, her neck, her arms, her legs, her tits, her ass and her twat. She looked like a large white pincushion, that was laboring to breathe.

All: ...

Pinkie: (from TV) It got really quiet over there!

twow: Pinkie, shhhhh.

Dozens of pencils, pens, spools of thread and rolled up parchment had been shoved inside her. Some of her larger holes were stuffed with small roles of fabric.

twow: Fabric needs to be DRY if you wanna use it.

Rarity: (voice breaking) ...what...

Twilight: twow, can you handle this part?

twow: Of course. Make the human do the work.

Twilight: twow...

twow: I’m joking. I got this part.

A hair brush had been inserted by the handle into her left butt cheek.

twow: Normally you don’t need to brush your ass.

 A hole in her ankle was being stretched out by a calculator.

twow: Doin’ calculations with your ankle. Impressive.

 A tube of lip gloss stuck out of a tiny hole in her unicorn horn.

twow: Is that the fashion now?

 A small flashlight had been inserted into her right shoulder.

twow: If you’re flexible, that could be a handy place to put a flashlight.

 A closed pair of scissors stuck out of a hole in her wrist.

twow: Didn’t your mother teach you to not run with scissors?

After sticking all her colored pencils into various holes, Rarity took the empty metal can she used for holding pencils and shoved it up her ass. The can stretched her sphincter as the cold metal rubbed against the dozens of blisters within her anal canal.

twow: That’s gotta hurt like a BITCH.

Rarity: twow, if you want I...

twow: No, it’s fine. You deserve this break.

Three rolls of fabric were sticking out of her stretched cunt.

twow: You better NOT make any dresses using that.

 Everything in the room that was remotely phallic-shaped was poking out of a hole.

twow: That makes me wonder why she has so many objects that are phallic shaped.

Rarity's toothbrush had been inserted into a hole in her cheek, with the bristles poking out. Pearl could hear the plastic toothbrush clatter around inside Rarity's mouth as she spoke.

twow: That’s not gonna help in the morning when you have bad breath.

"Aren't you proud of me, mother?," Rarity said, as tears filled her good eye, "I cleaned my room and picked up my things."

twow: (hesitating) Guys, I...

Twilight: We’ll take this from here.

Pearl's shriek of terror could be heard throughout the neighborhood.

Rarity: Well, I highly doubted she was going to just be happy that I turned myself into a pincushion.

Her sustained, horrified yell woke Sweetie Belle, who was still cradled in Magnum's arms. The fussy and tired infant started crying as Magnum ran upstairs to check on his wife.

Twilight: Get a move on!

Magnum sprinted to Rarity's room and turned on the light. He was too stunned by what he saw to speak. Sweetie Belle kept crying as her father held her tight.

Pearl couldn't stop screaming.

        Rarity: I’m on the verge of screaming myself.

        Twilight: You’re still crying Rarity.

        twow: We’re done. Let’s GO.

        twow: That....that was not pleasant.

        Twilight: I noticed something rather strange about the writing style.

        twow: And that would be?

        Twilight: The mood whiplashed. HARD.

        Rarity: I agree. It began with a normal day in my life.

twow: And went down the drain as soon as you got that first bump on your ass. Sadly, that’s Bronystories for you.

        Rarity: Why does he write these? He seems like he could be a very good writer!

        twow: He IS a good writer. This is the kind of things that he likes to write.

        Twilight: I don’t follow. How does this make him a good writer?

twow: Think about it Twilight. If you have a way you like to write, you do it, you get reactions from it, wouldn’t you think that’s a success?

Twilight: Well yeah, but...

twow: And that’s what makes him a good writer. He purposefully creates absurd scenarios. And as fucked up as they can be, I can’t sit here and say that he’s bad at it.

Rarity: I guess that I understand...

twow: How are you holding up, Rarity?

Rarity: (taking a deep breath) That was very difficult to ready. Thank you both for helping me though that.

        Twilight: (hugging Rarity) What are friends for?

        twow: In Pinkie’s case, locking me in my lab and forcing me to riff stories.

Pinkie (from TV) It’s fun T! Ya know, I should try to get that author Bronystories in here for one of his own stories!

twow: Damn. That would actually be pretty awesome.

Dash: (from TV) Try asking him twow. Either way, you guys are free now.

(The lab doors unlock and open.)

Rarity: If you will go excuse me, I need to go and give Sweetie Bell the biggest hug I’ve ever given her.

twow: You’re fine. And Rarity?

Rarity: Hmm?

twow: Sorry about before. The whole judging you and shit.

Rarity: It’s alright twow. Truthfully, I didn’t have the best impressions of you when Fallen showed me that “Starlight” story.

twow: Motherfucker...

Twilight: I guess I’ll be heading off as well. But twow?

twow: Hmm?

Twilight: About that black hole gun. Why don’t you put a dwarf star in it?

twow: DUDE. You are staying here to help me with that.

Pinkie: (from TV) Well, you two have fun! I’m gonna have a special guest with me next time!

twow: My enthusiasm can not be contained.

(Dash pushes the button, and the TV turns off with a blip.)