“You ok?” Mirror Dorkpool asked.
Dorkpool was silent for a minute before responding. “Probably doing better than she is.”
“I’m sure she’ll be alright – ”
“She was getting tortured. She was screaming in agony. Didn’t you see her? She’s not alright, and I think it’s going to be a long time before she is alright.”
“Well, I’m sure she’ll do much better when we get out of here.”
“And how are we going to do that? The ‘power of smartassery?’ Face it, there’s nothing we can do. We’re stuck here until we die.”
Mirror Dorkpool looked at his alternate universe counterpart.
“You’ve already given up?” he asked.
“Yes,” Dorkpool answered.
“You, who had an ego to rival Shatner’s? You, the person who walked around acting like your dick was the size of the Sears Tower? You, who killed Zorax?”
“Zorax wasn’t much of anything when I killed him.”
“Bullshit. He still had followers. He still had an army. He was still pretty powerful. But you beat him! And now you’re letting this…this wannabe get you down?”
“He’s torturing Indo.”
“That’s even more of a reason to grow a pair and get out of here! This guy can’t break us! We can beat him!”
“You’re right. We can beat him! We will beat him! We’ll – ” Dorkpool started.
It was at that moment that Vorix walked in.
“Time for more of the story.” He said.
“Ok, maybe he can break us,” Mirror Dorkpool said.
Dorkpool: There’s really not much to say that we didn’t last time.
Mirror: Well, we can now say that, so far, this story isn’t all that good.
Dorkpool: Will it get better? Well, let’s go to a fetish shop and Riff this bitch!
It had a picture sitting on top that warmed Rarity's heart.
Dorkpool: (Narrator): Ponies in tight leather.
In crayon it depicted herself, her parents and Sweetie Bell all drawn together. They were in a field or on some hill top with a smiling sun and a tree. Things like these allowed her to still feel sane despite everything that had gone on in her life.
Mirror: Hey, stop feeling sane. Sane doesn’t like being touched.
Rarity picked the picture up in her hoof but noticed something odd about it when she did. As the paper folded it revealed cuts in the picture. There were slices in different directions all through the paper concentrated in one place; over Sweetie Bell. Rarity stared for a while in confusion. "Why... why would she do that?"
Dorkpool: Find out next week on the next episode of “Dragonball Z.”
Compelled by the strange finding she opened Sweetie's desk up to discover a knife inside, looking at it horrified. "Oh no... please say you didn't little sister..." Almost against her will her mind began flashing back.
Mirror: Oh no, it’s a flashback! Run!
"You make me feel good, Sis." Sweetie Bell confessed snuggling up to her older sister. Rarity used her magic to set the crop aside, making time to cuddle up to her darling little sis. She enjoyed this dearly, feeling so close to someone she loved. The fact Sweetie Bell had accepted Rarity's changes in personality so openly filled her with joy.
Dorkpool: It filled everyone else with disgust though.
"I just hope no one at school asks about it." Her behind was red from the repeated beatings Rarity had given her, not enough to leave any permanent marks or scarring but enough to satisfy them both. Since the... first time they played together Rarity had been increasingly more controlled with her fun with Sweetie.
"You can just tell them I had a bit of a temper tantrum and took it out on you, if you like."
Mirror: Yes, abuse is the best excuse.
Sweetie Bell cuddled Rarity further and she used her magic to pull the covers over them both. "It's not too far from the truth after all." Rarity laughed a little and Sweetie Bell smiled, but it dropped soon after.
"Rarity, how come you don't use the same toys on me that you do for yourself?" Rarity gulped a little thinking on that question. Why didn't she?
Dorkpool: The power of plot compelled her?
The first time she'd taken a knife to Sweetie Bell's chest similar to how she'd done on herself. Sweetie enjoyed it in the end but Rarity had been fearful of leaving a scar. Especially after Twilight almost walked in on the two of them together. She didn't even understand why she'd gone to such lengths and extremes for Sweetie's first time. She just felt an overwhelming desire to do so. To include her sister.
Mirror: (Narrator): To mentally and physically scar her.
"Oh when you're older Sweetie you can use the same things that Big Sis uses.
Dorkpool: (Rarity): Like alcohol, to deal with you.
But until then these are the toys a filly your age should play with." The words felt fake even in her own mouth but they came out sweet as honey. The toys a filly her age should use? Should fillies even be thinking of such things at this age? Rarity couldn't answer it.
Mirror: I can!
She just knew that during their games and all the parts after she felt so good. Sweetie had even taken to carrying Pinkamina around the house with her and was a sweet sight indeed.
"Okay. Um... I don't know if my friends are going to want to play over here anymore though." Yet something else Rarity had done without really considering the consequences. After introducing Sweetie to more adult games she in turn had encouraged her friends to play along as well.
Dorkpool: (Sweetie): Hey, want to play “Weird Lesbian Masochism?”
It had seem innocent enough... mostly. The girls weren't taking things too far other than kissing (although she was sure Scootaloo had done a bit of touching)
Mirror: Scootaloo was touching the woo-woo.
but to be safe she'd asked them to promise not to tell anyone. "I don't think Applebloom likes keeping things from her sister."
"Yes, I suppose she wouldn't. She's almost as close with Applejack as we are."
"Not even! No one can be better sisters than us!" Sweetie stated it proudly and Rarity hugged her tighter.
Dorkpool: (Sweetie): Or more incestuous sisters than us!
"We are apple pie."
Mirror: (Rarity): WE ARE THE APPLE PIE. YOU WILL BE BAKED. RESISTANCE IS FUTILE.
"Almost, we just have to be cut into slices first." Sweetie bell grinned and Rarity felt a small tingle between her legs at the thought. She squashed it though, they both needed their rest.
Rarity blinked as what felt like a vision of her past had gone by. She remembered that night, like so many since this had become her life. Funny enough Sweetie Bell had possibly become the best part of her change in personality. Their bond as sisters made stronger through...
Dorkpool: (Narrator): …by the fact that they are apple pie.
their fellow passion for masochism. Something that Rarity had forced onto her. She looked at the knife in her hoof, and looked up at the front of the classroom.
The camera was there, watching as it always did.
"... this ...this is the knife I used on my sister. To cut her for the first time. The day I assaulted my friend Twilight with my sewing machine." She didn't know why she was explaining this to the horrible demon camera but felt the urge to do so with it upon her again. "I can recognize it by the handle color, a deep blue.
Mirror: And thus we get the alternate title of this story: “Fifty Shades of Deep Blue.”
That night I threw the knife away, it was out of fear of Twilight discovering it and somehow realizing what had happened. I guess Sweetie Bell must have stolen it. I just hope she didn't use it on her friends... or herself." Rarity stared at the knife for a while then back at the camera.
Dorkpool: So is this camera supposed to be a stand-in for the NSA or something?
"I did this, didn't I? Caused this all to happen. For my sister to get wrapped up in my insane desires, in turn pushing this upon her friends and forcing them to keep it quiet. I don't even know if she really enjoyed it. What if... what if it wasn't like me at all? What if she just hurt herself to be closer to her sister? To be... just like her big sister that loved her and she looked up to?"
Mirror: It’s still creepy, whatever the reason.
She felt a tear fall from her face. She couldn't even remember what she was thinking that day she first took this knife to Sweetie Bell's flesh. It had something to do with Pinkamina...
"I guess that doesn't matter right now." She couldn't be seen walking around with a knife
Dorkpool: (Narrator): Like, knives are so last year.
and had no place to store one. Putting it back for now Rarity folded up the picture and put it in her mane for safe keeping. She felt better with it close by. Exiting the building she discovered Blueblood waiting outside for her and unsurprisingly he seemed to care little for having to do so.
"Well was there a point to running off like that?"
Mirror: (Rarity): Is there a point to you being an asshole?
He asked accusingly and Rarity wasn't able to meet his eyes. Her thoughts were on other matters at the moment. "Regardless, lets move forward shall we?" He turned to proceeding back down the street, Rarity close behind. Her mind was a torrent of uncertainty with the discovery at the school house. She was questioning a lot of things.
Mirror: (Rarity): Is there really a Celestia?
They didn't travel far before Rarity was confronted by another strange sight. Between two of the homes on the street, just visible by the light of the lanterns was Pinkamina, her doll. She was laying upon the ground and looking right out into the street where her and Blueblood were walking. She stopped suddenly and the doll was once again dragged away by an unseen individual. Rarity spoke up but tried to keep her voice a whisper. "Blueblood! Stop a moment."
Dorkpool: (Blueblood): Why?
Mirror: (Rarity): It’s Hammer Time.
"What? You're not planning to run off again are you?" Rarity took careful steps towards the area Pinkamina had been drug into.
"Did you see it? My doll was pulled through there." Blueblood looked at her quite annoyed she was bothering him with this and sighed, searching the area with his eyes.
"I don't see anything. This doll obsession is quite unbecoming of a lady.
Mirror: (Blueblood): However, it’s totally cool if you’re a guy.
Even one of your standing. Don't you think you're better off leaving it behind?" Rarity ignored him as he was proving no help and carefully sneaked into the alley between the homes. She followed along and came out the other side, seeing a door shut slowly to a building in the distance. Not wanting to repeat her same mistake Rarity carefully approached this time, no longer concerned if Blueblood was following her. She couldn't help feeling she knew this building though.
Turning the handle carefully she walked in and searched the room, surprised at what she found. "Wait a minute, I do know this building. This is The Crop!" Rarity looked around in disbelief. She'd walked into the middle of the adult clothing and accessory store that was run by her friend and fellow seamstress Velvet.
Dorkpool: Because a place called Ponyville also has a store for buying fetish items.
It just blew her away that she didn't recognize it sooner. Walking inside the door swung close behind her and Rarity started searching anew for Pinkamina. But now there was the possibility of help. "Velvet, are you here! Are you okay?" With the sky going unnaturally dark outside she didn't know what the condition of the other ponies in town was. "Answer me please!"
Mirror: (Velvet): No.
Silence. Letting out a sigh Rarity peeked into the dressing rooms, behind the register and under the clothing racks in search of the thief. Just like the school house though there was no trace of the one that had run off with her most precious doll. "When I get my hooves on the slippery snake that stole my Pinkamina..." She shook her head and grumbled, heading for the door. No sense wasting time on a pointless search.
Dorkpool: Hasn’t stopped you so far.
She was about to walk out the door when she noticed something on the counter. It was a receipt, dated some time back for a large purchase of some toys and clothing. As she scanned the items realization hit her. "This... this is mine."
Mirror: No, this is Sparta.
"Thank you again Velvet! I don't know what we would have done without your help." Rarity heaped praise upon the plum colored unicorn with the pink mane. "Your special touch with these sorts of merchandise is exactly why I insist on coming to you."
Dorkpool: Because there are multiple fetish shops in a place called Ponyville. Of course.
The unicorn behind the counter blushed a bit but smiled at getting such attention from her idol.
"Not a problem at all Miss Rarity. In fact if you need to stop by again feel free to do so. I'm happy to help you." Rarity gave her thanks once more in an out pour of positive remarks before finally leaving the building with the blue pegasus in tow.
"Well what did I tell you Rainbow? That mare is a talent to be recognized. She even had the necessary braces for pegasus wings when we decide to get a bit playful with you." Rainbow Dash smiled and blushed at the suggestion.
Mirror: Where the hell did she come from?
Her and Rarity had sort of stumbled into this relationship between each other and it had been quite enjoyable for the both of them.
"Well of course I knew you'd pick the best place, nothing but the best for you, right?" Rarity gave herself a mane toss in pride at Rainbow's words. Naturally only the best would suit her.
Dorkpool: She might be an incestuous masochistic, but she’s a classy incestuous masochist.
After she'd tossed her mane though she caught Rainbow looking at her scars. "But uh when we do use all of this stuff I'd like to keep from having any sort of... lasting marks on me if it's okay?"
"But of course deary. I wouldn't dream of having your sliced to pieces simply for my pleasure. Mmmm... that would be some pleasure though." Rarity smiled to herself thinking of how Rainbow Dash would look restrained, gagged, blinded and with a knife to her lovely blue skin. It was intoxicating.
Mirror: And rather disturbing.
"I mean I don't mind making you happy and well, you know that this isn't really the kind of thing I could do with anyone else." Rarity understood to be sure. Their relationship of friends with benefits was kept private between them. Well... private between Rarity, Rainbow Dash and her camera.
Dorkpool: Her camera knows all.
She was surprised Rainbow never complained to being filmed but that suited Rarity just fine. "It's just I like to give a lot more than receive and I just don't think I'd want to receive that." Even if sex was something the two enjoyed sharing a great deal, and Rarity enjoyed the enthusiasm Rainbow Dash had when punishing her, she respected Rainbow wasn't as happy on the receiving end of such pain. Still Rarity hoped to change her opinion soon once she got her tied down.
Mirror: Multiple screams, a few broken limbs, and a lobotomy later, Rainbow Dash does like being on the receiving end. Also, after the lobotomy, she drools a lot.
"Not another word needs to be spoken Rainbow Dash, I'm just as gracious receiving as I am giving. Naturally I'd want you to enjoy yourself too." Rainbow nodded and smiled at Rarity, staring at her scars again.
"Have you ever though about asking Twilight to um... fix that?"
Dorkpool: Is she asking if Twilight can spay her? Can ponies be spayed?
Rarity blinked wondering what she could be referring to and Rainbow motioned to her face. "Those scars I mean."
"Why? Don't you think they give me character?" Rarity posed showing off her face with a sultry smile.
Mirror: (Rainbow): No, they make you look like a crappier version of Jeff the Killer.
"Well I mean you're still pretty but I'm just surprised. I thought you'd be freaking out over something ever damaging your face." Rarity waved her hoof in dismissal of the conversation.
"Now now there's no need to worry. Just consider it to be an accessory to my already increasing new sense of fashion.
Dorkpool: I had no idea facial scars were so fashionable. Actually, now that I think about it, this explains why so many characters who follow the Jeff Formula cut smiles into their faces.
Shall we get home and try these toys out?"
"I don't... remember that." Rarity blinked after another one of her visions of the past faded from her mind. That conversation seemed so out of place in her memory. She remembered when her and Rainbow had first experimented with each other and found they liked it very much. Then she remembered the two of them discussing ways to take their time together to more exciting realms.
Mirror: (Narrator): Realms like R’lyeh.
But that conversation about her face... she couldn't place it. But it felt too real to not have happened. Now that she thought about it other than the sex the rest of her memory with Rainbow Dash was fuzzy, like she couldn't concentrate on any details about it. "What's going on with me?"
Dorkpool: Should I make a list?
Rarity looked up to the counter and just as disturbing as ever her camera was there. Set up impossibly close on its tripod, right before her on the opposite side of the check out counter. She glared at it for a time and then looked at the receipt. "I guess... I guess I was really trying to avoid addressing the subject that day with Rainbow Dash. About my scars that is.
Mirror: (Rarity): Do you want to know how I got these scars?
She wanted to know why I didn't get them looked at similar to how Sweetie Bell had asked. I had... apparently avoided the question. I didn't want to answer."
She looked back to the camera and put the receipt in her mane to take with her. "I truly hope you haven't been spying on poor Velvet as well. She's a sweet mare and I wont have any of my personal demons invading her life." Even though she was threatening the impossible equipment and whoever was watching on the other side she felt empty and powerless against it. "Always watching
Dorkpool: No eyes.
aren't you, you dirty little ponies? Even when I and Rainbow Dash were having our fun. Getting your thrills from seeing such lovely mares together were you?"
Mirror: (Camera): I’m a camera. I can’t get thrills at all.
She asked the camera accusingly but the questions were sparking ideas in her head. "But... why was Rainbow Dash so okay with you? I know why I enjoyed the camera on us, it felt good having it there but why didn't she complain?" Rarity thought seriously. "She... she saw it right? She commented on it before. I know she did... I was sure she did."
Dorkpool: (Rarity): I’m not crazy! Isn’t that right, voices in my head? What does killing the president and collecting string in boxes have to do with anything?
She wasn't sure of anything anymore. Had Rainbow Dash ever said anything about the camera?
Silently she walked out of the store, and true to form Blueblood was waiting outside just as annoyed as ever. He didn't even have a remark for her this time as she exited, simply turning towards the street and exuding his "Better than thou" attitude.
Mirror: I think you mean “pompous ass” attitude.
Rarity did her best to continue hating him and not looking at his flank.
Dorkpool: Good. We don’t need you spanking it or anything.
As they walked Rarity summoned up the courage to finally speak. She was feeling afraid but her mind was oddly clear despite the insanity around her. It was like someone had lifted a fog from her eyes she'd had surrounding them these past few months. "Blueblood. I think I might be losing my mind."
Mirror: No, really?
The white unicorn didn't stop with his progress down the street but didn't interrupt. "I've been doing things without thinking about them, impulses and desires appearing out of no where and driving me forward. I've... I've done some things I regret.
Dorkpool: (Rarity): I made the “Last Airbender” movie.
Also as odd as it sounds, I think somepony's been watching me the entire time I've done it." Blueblood remained silent and Rarity looked at the ground as they walked, knowing she'd probably get harsh words in return for confessing her sins and fears. Surprisingly Blueblood only had a question.
Mirror: (Blueblood): What the fuck is wrong with you?
(Once again, no closing thoughts. That’s for the final installment of this Riff.)
Vorix was in his private chambers. Everything was coming to fruition. Soon, he’d break the Dorkpools, make them beg for death, and give it to them. After that, he’d continue Zorax’s crusade. He had an army now, and he would make them do his bidding.
He’d prove that he’s worthy of being Zorax’s successor.