Dear Diary….

Am I weird for thinking that something like this was inevitable?

“Ugh…”

I tried to let out the groan, but the ball in my mouth ensured that it was no coherent sound. Well, that could be said for the intension as well, so I guess that part didn’t matter, but the muffling of it was still something I noted. Probably because it meant that it was not a bad dream that had come upon me.

My back still ached after the tumble I had had with Rarity. Judging by the feeling of awakening after a night of uncomfortable sleep, I’d conclude that I had fallen asleep. Not surprising, given that there was nothing to do down here. And if there was, it wouldn’t help me much. At best I could look at the things to do.

My dick had surely gotten me into trouble this time. Chained up in some crazy and magical woman’s dungeon. I couldn’t help but to think that even if I had fucked her sister, twice, this was kinda overkill. A lot overkill, in fact. I, honestly speaking, didn’t protest as much as I perhaps should have when the gals found me, but I surely didn’t do it against their will. Or against the law, if Twilight was to be trusted on such matters. And yet, here I was.

From my right I could hear high heels on stone floor. It would seem that Rarity had found a spare moment to grace me with her presence. Great. But at least it wouldn’t be boring. That much seemed to be guaranteed. I might end up preferring it boring, but that is the nature of the beast.

“My, my,” a familiar voice said. Yup, it was definitely Rarity. I could see the outlines of her face to the right of me. Why couldn’t it have been Sweetie Belle? Actually, that wouldn’t change too much, I believed, but at least there’d be a light at the end of the tunnel. “Look at what you’ve gotten yourself into.”

The beginning phase to mockery with more sting than this. Laying the foundation by overbearingly putting the blame of this whole situation on me. Which I had no problem with, being blamed for fucking Sweetie Belle, but what surely followed would be less pleasant.

“No words of reply? Nothing to say? Why- Oh, never mind. I forget that you’ve got your mouth full.”

“Hnnnn!”

The crack of a whip sounded through the dark room. Instinctively I tried to put my hand on the underarm, but the damned chains removed any chance of that. A few more times the whip cracked, followed by muffled groans of pain. My right underarm fell numb, yet the pain was all too obvious. My breath became heavier and more hastened.

For fuck sake! What was wrong with her? What sort of messed up- no, never mind. I had been taken down to a cellar with chains and gag ready, with no more than a night to prepare such things. I was pretty sure I knew what sort of woman I was in the company of right now.

“No effort made to speak at all? You’re just going to take it? Is that how it was with my sister too!? Did she just take it, while you slobbered all over her body!?” I felt a handle, probably to the whip, press my head up from under my chin, followed by a fist to my left cheek. She hit hard, especially for her size.

After a moment of not being entirely sure what happened, I started to feel at the teeth on my left side with my tongue. To me they felt like they had loosened notably, but luckily my tongue disagreed. The more concerning matter was, of course, Rarity. She’d gone batshits insane, it seemed, being under a very false impression of how this thing with me fucking her sister had gone down. I couldn’t but to think of a naïve mother who turns a blind eye to everything that might contradict her established conclusion, blaming all bad actions around her daughter as the actions of another. Still, gagged and chained, realizing this didn’t help me much.

“That is all I have time for now; the store is still open. I just wanted to give you an idea of what awaits you when it closes in a few hours.”

I heard her steps disappear again, met with both relief and collection of hungering carnivorous butterflies in my stomach, chewing at everything. I had escaped a long session of this for now, only to have more promised before the day was over. Compared to how I had spent the last few days, this one seemed to disappoint in terms of enjoyment.

And what now? The first half hour or so I had been down here I had struggled against my chains to no effect, other than to scrape up my arms a little bit. I couldn’t see anything more than a very feint outline of some things around me, none of which appeared to be of help escaping. Or even within my reach. As best I had figured, I was standing not too far from a wall, in an area with, by and large, an open floor.

Trapped in a cellar, waiting for an insane bitch to come and beat me up some more… fucking great. Truly, it was. This would be an idea time for Pinkie to find me. For her to randomly run into me would be pretty good right about now, even if she tackled me to the ground in the process.

As my heartbeat and breath started to calm themselves, I found that my eyelids grew heavier and heavier. Great, sleep was coming over me again. Well, that wasn’t a surprise. I just didn’t like the timing; it would skip over most of the time I had left before all hell broke loose. Then again, to wait for it to come with a conscious mind sounded worse.

**

“Huh?”

I thought I heard something. Had I woken from sleep already? I didn’t hear anything against stone, so either Rarity was here now, or something else had awoken me.

With my eyes squinted, I tried to make out the figure of someone else in the room, but in the reach of my eyes there was nothing. Rarity’s white skin would surely have made it possible to see her, or at least some of her.

There it was again. A sound of… something. What was it? It sounded like… I couldn’t come up with anything to compare it to. It had been too short and too weak for me to make out. All I knew is that I thought I had heard something and that that something had repeated itself.

“Hello?”

With a low tone I tried to pose the general question, forgetting that I still had that fucking gag in my mouth. It was questionable if someone a few feet away from me would have heard it.

For a third time I heard the sound, this time a lot closer. It sounded like it came from my left, but I could see nothing but darkness, thicker than that of the rest of the room. The sound reminded me of something, but I couldn’t quite place it in my mind. Whenever I came close, a pinch of unexpected pain made me drop it once more.

As I let out a whimper a word stuck to my mind. Wings. It was wings that I heard. Or was it? It didn’t sound like the wings Rainbow Dash had, at all, but it still seemed familiar. And why didn’t the pain continue? Was it wrong, my assessment? Was it something other than wings?

“Ah!”

I tried to let out a frustrated sigh, but that fucking gag stopped me again! For fuck sake! Why did Rarity have to be such a vindictive and overprotective bitch!? Had she even talked to Sweetie Belle about this? Doubtfully.

Insect wings! I heard insect wings. And I thought it was something to take note of. Probably just some poor creature that had been trapped in here by accident. Or, by the sound of it, a rather large insect that had been trapped in here, with me. Fuck. This was really not my day.

“Oh my; the pet has found itself in a cage.”

Who the bloody hell was that!? It wasn’t Rarity, or anyone else I had met since I came here. Or was it? It sounded familiar. By all the Daedra of Oblivion, why did this day have to suck so badly? Not to mention that whoever it was that was in here, they had the power to make it a fuck of a lot worse. They could make it better and free me, but I didn’t see that happening. What they had said, and the tone they had used, was too mocking for that.

A pale green light appeared to my left, along a crooked horn of a black-skinned girl. She was naked and looked at me with a grin.

“What? Do you not recognize me? Have you already forgotten the passionate night we shared?”

She started to laugh and walked up to me, laying a hand on my cheek. I tried to pull away as best I could, but my body had another idea; it pressed against her hand. Why?

“This is too good. My pet, all alone in the dark. Helpless. Afraid,” she leaned in and kissed my forehead, resting a hand on my neck. “Now, what should I do with you, when you’re at my mercy like this, and haven’t ratted me out yet? ‘Tis deserving of a reward, yes?”

What the hell was she talking about? Ratted her out? Did I know this one? I should hope not, her hand upon my neck sent chills down my spine. Yet my boy found itself struggling to get in her direction. Once again: Why?

“Your body a willing servant, but your mind refuses me what I want. I will have to take some by force then. Too bad it is a pale imitation of what I truly crave. But I cannot always get what I want, and it is better than to go hungry…”

If someone could make out the nuances in my skin tone, they would see that I turned pale. This just went from bad to worse. Really, really worse. I thought, at least. The question for what she wanted from me remained, though it could hardly be anything good. The comment about hunger, though perhaps metaphorical, was especially unnerving. Just what the hell did that mean?

Like she had kissed my forehead, she made a move to lock her lips with mine. Her thin tongue working its way into the back of my throat, and her free hand moved to my loins.

“You’re happy to see me.”

I would contest that notion, if I could, but I couldn’t deny that my member, that jerk that had gotten me into this situation to begin with, seemed happy enough with her hand there. Just fucking great.

She worked to unbutton my pants, which took a little longer than it normally wouldn’t, having only one hand available for the job. The other one was firmed planted on my neck, ever pressing me against her.

Soon my member was free of its shackles, placed in her hand. Its touch gentle and playful, guiding it between her legs…

“Wake up!”

The crack of the whip broke the silence. To our right I saw Rarity, which, for the looks of it, was a big disappointment to the girl before me. With a smirk, she took a step back, blew me a kiss and disappeared into the shadows.

Rarity walked over to me, opening our “conversation” with a fist to my stomach. Over her shoulder I could see the dark contour of her figure stand in the background, darker than the shadow’s around her. What was going on? Why didn’t Rarity react to her presence? Were they friends? It wouldn’t fucking surprise me.

“I should have known that there was something wrong when you met my sister in my shop. Why else would she be so surprised to see you?”

Another hit, this time to reflect that of the first she landed on me, connected with my body. Like before, my breath started to become heavier and hastened. This was just fucking great! Really fucking great!

“Umph…”

What little I could let out was easily drowned in her ranting. Something about Sweetie Belle, and me. Each sentence was followed by another hit to my torso.

“Rarity?”

A stream of light came from the right, revealing a staircase I had known was there. The shadow of the one who had spoken seeping down. Sweetie Belle, by the sound of it.

“Coming, Sweetie Belle!”

Rarity shouted back, followed by her footsteps. Her shadow, for a moment, was clear against the light, before that too disappeared.

“Fun girl, wouldn’t you say?” the black-skinned girl walked over to me again, lighting her horn to let us see each other. “Imagine what my influence would do to her. Oh wait, you don’t have to imagine. You got to see some of it firsthand. Sad that I didn’t have the time to properly introduce myself to her. I could only turn her emotions to the more extreme. Her love for her sister was especially useful for that. And nurturing. But no matter; the time for chatter is over. I can’t have you blabber about this, now can I?”

With a chuckle she leaned in a sunk her teeth into my neck. I tried to scream, but the gag prevented it. Soon, I didn’t even try that, but rather embraced the feeling it brought. So warm and comforting.

“Bye, pet. For now…”

“No, that is not what happened! He didn’t force himself on me! I’m not a kid anymore!”

“Surely, he tried to convince you to do…”

“No! He didn’t even approach the subject! We did, not him!”

From upstairs, I could hear Sweetie Belle shout while Rarity tried to find some explanation that didn’t paint her as the bitch she was. A warm feeling started to spread in my chest. Now she was going to feel horrible for what she had done, and rightfully so. Fucking bitch, locking me in a cellar with no good reason.

Someone raced down the stairs, turning on the light as she did. Before my eyes, in addition to a rather angry and concerned Sweetie Belle, I saw an almost empty room, with a table with various toys. Some of which I could have sworn I had seen at the Cutie Mark Crusader’s clubhouse. The chains I was locked in hanged from the ceiling, the sort that is made to last.

With frustrated sighs, Sweetie Belle started to undo my shackles and took the gag out of my mouth with her horn.

“Are you alright?” I smiled and gave her a hug when she posed the question. My wrists and the places Rarity had used her whip still ached, but I’d get over that. At least I was free of that fucking cellar.

“As alright I can expect to be, given the situation. Seriously though… thank you… I didn’t look forward to spending the evening with Rarity. She’s more than a little crazy.”

Sweetie Belle didn’t seem amused by the comment, which I could understand, but instead gestured for me to follow her up the stairs.

**

“I don’t suppose there is something I can do to make up for this, is it?”

Rarity looked rather downtrodden when the two of us came up the stairs. Well fucking served. I raised an eyebrow in her direction.

“Let me get this straight; you assault me, lock me up in your cellar and starts beating me, and would have continued with that if your sister didn’t happen to tell you that you had it all wrong from the start, and you want me to just forgive and forget?”

Her eyes started to fill with water, but she made sure not to let any of it spill. Good thing to, it wouldn’t have made it any better. Taking a glance at Sweetie Belle, I could see that she didn’t look much more pleased with her sister than I was.

“No, there isn’t anything that comes to mind that can make up for this anytime soon. Now, if you don’t intend to lock me up again, I would like to leave this place and go to the closest thing I have to a home in this place.”

I said goodbye to Sweetie Belle, shortly followed by the door to the Carousel Boutique closing behind me. Finally that thing was over. Hopefully I never had to deal much with her again.