He was in a cell, and chained to a wall. Next to him was his alternate universe self, Mirror Dorkpool, who was also chained to a wall and also waking up.
“Welcome back to the land of the living,” Dorkpool said.
Mirror Dorkpool seemed a bit groggy after waking up. “What happened?” he asked.
“Well, last thing I remember is being slammed into the floor while you and Indo were wailing on Jeff. Speaking of which, where is Indo?”
The Dorkpools looked around. Inside the cell were them, chains, a toilet, a door, and a rectangular slab that was probably a bed. What wasn’t inside the cell was Indometus.
“Whoever brought us here must’ve taken her somewhere else,” Mirror Dorkpool said.
“I hope she’s okay,” Dorkpool said. “I can’t lose her.”
Before Mirror Dorkpool could try and comfort his friend/alternate self, the door to the cell opened, and in stepped the man in the skull helmet.
“Finally,” he said.
“Finally what?” Dorkpool asked.
“Finally, we meet.” The man elaborated.
“Well, yeah. But I think this is the first time we’ve actually met, and I don’t even know who you are.”
“I’ve seen him,” Mirror Dorkpool said.
“Yes, you did. Right before I defeated you and the female with ease,” the man said.
“What did you do to her, Mr. I’m-Not-Hardcore-Enough-To-Have-An-Actual-Skull-Head?” Dorkpool asked.
“I incarcerated her too. She’s doing fine…for now.”
“She better stay that way, or I’ll – ”
“You’ll do what, exactly?”
Dorkpool thought for a second. “I’ll make many jokes about you and your stupid helmet.”
The man laughed, and said, “Go ahead. You’ll accomplish nothing.”
“Fine then. How about we work on accomplishing something, like finding out who you are.”
“I am Vorix,” the man said.
“Doesn’t ring a bell.” Dorkpool said.
“The successor,” Mirror Dorkpool breathed.
“Yes,” Vorix said simply.
“How do you know that?” Dorkpool asked.
“In my universe, I was known as Vorix after I took over from Zorax,”
“Oh. Well, glad you got rid of the name, since it’s not very good.”
“You always reject that which is good,” Vorix said in anger.
“Not true! I have The Avengers on BlueRay, so I obviously didn’t reject that.” Dorkpool responded.
“You ungrateful worm! Don’t you understand what was offered to you? The glory? The power? Zorax wanted you to succeed him, and you rejected it!”
“Well, yeah. Governing large territories and what not seems like a lot of work. No thank you. Besides, ol’ Bonehead made a name for himself as Grand Dictatorial Asshole of the Universe. Not really the mantle I want to take up,”
“How dare you insult him! He was perfect! He knew how to rule effectively! He would bring order to the multiverse! Until you came along.”
“Killing people kind of puts a stop to that sort of thing,”
Vorix laughed. “You really think you could’ve killed Zorax at his best? Are you delusional?”
“Well, there was the whole smartassery thing I had going for me – ”
“You really think that helped you? After he bet everything on you taking over for him, and you spat in his face, he fell apart. He does not take failure well, and to him, this was a failure. He became obsessed, and started losing his mind. His body soon followed. The one you killed wasn’t Zorax; no, you killed a pale reflection of him. By the time you executed him, you were doing him a favor.”
Dorkpool was stunned by this revelation. After defeating Zorax, he considered himself powerful and rather awesome. But after this, it seemed like killing a weak old man. Sure, this old man was a dictator and power hungry maniac, and deserved to die, but based on what Vorix said, it seemed like he’d die on his own soon anyway. All he did was speed things up a bit.
“Why do you care about Zorax anyway?” Mirror Dorkpool asked.
“Because I should’ve been his rightful heir. And I want you both to suffer.”
“Why me, exactly?”
“You’re also a Dorkpool. Zorax wanted to kill every single one of you. I’m finishing that task.”
“So you’re just going to kill us?”
Vorix laughed once more. “No, first I shall hurt you two. You both seem fond of making jokes about terrible stories. I’ve gone out of my way to find one that will break both of you. Tell me, have any of you heard about “Lil’ Miss Rarity”?”
Mirror: You up for this?
Dorkpool: Yeah, I can do this. I mean, it’s just a long-ass story involving My Little Pony, incest, masochism, and oh, this is going to hurt.
Mirror: I think that’s the point.
Dorkpool: Well, considering that this is supposed to be torture, most likely. Anyway, this story, “Lil’ Miss Rarity,” is in the same vein as stories such as “Cupcakes” and disturbing MLP pornography. Another Riffer, Mirai Ender, tried Riffing it. He didn’t finish, and just posted what he could. Far as I can tell, he hasn’t posted anything since. I took a look at it, and thought we should Riff it. Then I read the story, and decided that not even we could do this.
Mirror: Well, it looks like we’re going to anyway.
Dorkpool: Yep. So, let’s play with dolls and Riff this bitch!
(By the way, if you're curious about Mr. Ender's take on the story, check here.)
It had come to this and while it may have been a shock she could easily say she hadn't seen it coming.
Dorkpool: (Narrator): She knew that eventually, people would find out about her experiments to turn Wonderbras into weapons.
Restrained like so many times before Rarity found herself this time restrained in an honest-to-Celestia dungeon. Celestia's dungeon in particular to put that extra bit of insult on it. While she hadn't seen this coming she understood why she was here; she'd done things. Terrible things.
Mirror: (Narrator): She cancelled Firefly!
She had never intended to harm anyone (aside from herself just a bit). But her actions had put her in the sights of the law and now she would have to answer for her crimes.
Perhaps she could have blamed Sweetie Bell for having somehow divulged the information over to the equestrian guards but she couldn't hold her beloved sister accountable. Rarity had made her a victim in this too in a sense. Her obsession beginning after an incident with her beloved cat Opal had left Rarity with several scratch marks along her face. In the instant Opal had lashed out Rarity had over-reacted and... threw and killed Opal against a wall.
Dorkpool: (Rarity): No, you can’t has cheeseburger!
The event had left Rarity with confused emotions, most unsurprising sadness and the loss of her precious pet. But also with a strange satisfaction, a reward in the pain she'd felt when Opal had attacked her. It had been amazing and pleasurable and painful all at once.
Rarity shortly there after began to document her affairs in exploring these emotions with her camera. Her sleepless nights combining with her sharing of her current state with the camera and sewing to calm herself. But instead of her dresses and normal work load Rarity began to craft a doll.
Mirror: So is this where the Tails Doll came from?
She named it Pinkamina after her lost friend who was apparently dealing with her own confused mind and emotions some where Rarity and her circle of friends were unable to find her. She knew Pinky Pie had found a fascination in causing harm to others, and Rarity was finding a fascination in causing harm to herself. The two things seemed to fit perfectly, like pieces of a puzzle.
Dorkpool: A very, very masochistic and sadistic puzzle.
So she crafted herself a doll, a little one to love her "Mommy." She gave the Pinkamina doll Opal's heart, and used parts of Opal's hide to craft the doll when she ran out of her original material. Her Pinkamina came out exactly as she had envisioned and with it's heart could share her love with her Mommy.
Mirror: (Narrator): Until Mommy gets angry and throws the doll against a wall.
It was from there things began to escalate quickly. Rarity began to experiment with her new found masochistic side and her exploration turned her once confusing emotions into an obsession. She began to love pain and the pleasure that followed. Hiding away inside of her home she only left when she required supplies that Sweetie Bell couldn't collect for her. All the while during her games of bondage and self-punishment she recorded and shared her exploits with her camera.
Dorkpool: So this is where clop comes from.
Her fellow seamstress friend Velvet even acquired for Rarity a few personal outfits and toys of an adult nature. She wasn't just growing fond of hurting herself for the sexual thrill, she was becoming an expert in it.
Perhaps it was her nature that eventually lead to this downfall. Rarity always loved to share her fortunes with others. Who better to share this pleasure with than her beloved little sister?
Mirror: Someone outside the family tree.
Or perhaps that was her line of thinking, it was honestly hard to tell. She recorded the event as she restrained Sweetie Bell, blindfolding the filly... and took a knife to her flawless skin.
Dorkpool: (Rarity): Let’s put a smile on that hide!
She screamed of course, but that wasn't what stopped Rarity. It was the intrusion by her friend Twilight. Whatever Rarity was thinking at that time snapped her back to reality as she knew she couldn't allow Twilight to see. She'd never understand.
Mirror: (Narrator): Only Southerners could understand her.
So... Rarity assaulted Twilight by using her magic to knock her out with her sewing machine. That night resulting with two important ponies in her life on the floor of her home in their own blood. Thank Celestia they survived.
Dorkpool: Hiding bodies is such a hassle.
Unsurprisingly Rarity was able to convince Twilight that somepony had broken into the store to rob it and attacked them in the process. With this excuse accepted Rarity was able to hide her actions for a while longer, at least towards Sweetie Bell. However her sister was the most surprising of all as she eventually took to enjoying masochism as much as Rarity. The sisters now with so much in common were able to share this pleasure, with Sweetie's experiments being a bit more restrained than Rarity's own. But even with the two of them still so close with their new found joy in pain the back of Rarity's mind always begged the question;
Mirror: (Narrator): “Doth mother know you weareth her drapes?”
"Why did you force this upon your sister?" She never had a real answer.
After much more enjoyable physical abuse, excuses for her behavior to every single one of her friends, taking a knife to one of her own orifices, and giving herself to Blueblood of all stallions for the sexual thrill Rarity was finally reaping the seeds she'd sown. The military had drug her out of her bed, out of her home and strapped her to the wall of the dungeon like a common criminal.
Dorkpool: (Narrator): How rude! Obviously, she’s an uncommon criminal.
The general hated her, she could see it in his eyes.
Mirror: Hey, I have something in common with this character.
And when he visited her that same night and beat her with the crop to work out what ever was wrong with his own fucked up emotional state Rarity took it. She deserved it... the punishment for her crimes. It didn't stop her from revealing in the orgasm from the pain though.
All of this may have been a fate Rarity could have accepted aside from a few problems. The first being her camera as it had never stopped recording her. When Rarity had apparently suffered severe wounds from what she could only figure was excessive abuse from her hobby the camera was there. When she was in the hospital the camera was there. Now in Celestia's dungeon it sat there as well, recording as it always had.
Dorkpool: You’re on Kinky Camera.
She hadn't set it up... had she ever set it up? If she did she couldn't remember having done it, just that she accepted she did and would begin to document her fun. But now the demon camera wouldn't leave her in peace. So with her body beaten, freshly bloodied and her hind legs stained with the climax of her punishment she tried to escape the only way left to her.
Mirror: (Narrator): Her cyanide pill.
She closed her eyes, and she slept.
Hours must have passed because Rarity had fallen into a deep slumber and she was no longer aware of exactly what was happening around her. She thought she heard a noise and stirred a bit from her sleep, opening her eyes. She expected General Too Good To Give Her A Fucking Brush For Her Mane again, but that wasn't the case.
Dorkpool: (Narrator): Instead, there was Shia LeBouf.
"Wait... where... where am I?" Rarity lifted her head and was surprised to find she was lifting it from a pillow. Her legs no longer chained and holding her up against a wall. A dreary dungeon no longer surrounding her.
Mirror: (Narrator): This upset Rarity to no end.
Instead she was under the sheets of her own bed, in her own bedroom. Rarity looked about in amazement. "How did I get back home?" She slowly slid out of bed and stretched her body, looking it over. She ran a hoof over herself feeling the cuts on her face that never seemed to heal properly. The burned in branded marks along the front of her chest in the shape of a heart. Her old wounds that she'd never fully healed that were all self inflicted, but nothing new. "Was it all a dream?"
Dorkpool: Inception: MLP Edition.
Rarity looked around the room before noticing one thing that wasn't uncommon but still disturbing. "Oh, you're still here. Enjoying Mommy's suffering?" She spoke to the camera that had a talent for setting itself up. On a tripod in her bedroom it had been facing her while she was sleeping. Some ponies were watching her while she slept and even though her exploits on film so far had left little for her to hide she still felt violated knowing they saw her every move.
Mirror: Always watching. Recorded live.
"Well you can just stay up here then in my room, all you naughty ponies. Mommy has work to do." Rarity turned her back on the camera and started towards the stairs. There wasn't any light coming from behind the window shades but Rarity figured it must have still been night time.
Dorkpool: (Narrator): The fact that Batmane was out and about clinched it.
She didn't mind working late in the evening or early morning if it could help her take her mind off the intrusive camera and the nightmare of being taken away from her home and family.
As she proceeded down stairs something began to register with her that not everything was as it should be. She walked past the wash room for her clothing and into the kitchen noticing a very dim, consistent light in the building. Small candles were lit just about everywhere but none of the lamps in her house were.
Mirror: Weirdest sacrificial cult ever.
Providing a mood lighting that Rarity would have normally enjoyed if she was spending an evening with somepony privately or even to enjoy herself. But she didn't recall ever setting this up or even owning this many candles. "Did somepony bring me home and do all this?" She asked aloud but it was just as much for herself as it was to test and see if somepony was in the building with her. Proceeding cautiously Rarity walked through her kitchen and into the show room of her boutique.
It was all the same so far.
Dorkpool: (Narrator): The sex dungeon was tidy, the riding crop was hung up, and the chains were polished.
Her house was neat and tidy as she'd kept it and those same candles were everywhere. Rarity felt a bit paranoid knowing so much open flame was in her store. One unreliable candle could burn the whole place down. "Maybe I should put them out?" She could always light her normal and much more safe lamps. But who'd gone to all of this trouble?
Mirror: Someone with way too much time on their hands.
Heading into the middle of the show room Rarity finally made eye contact with somepony, but it didn't help any of her questions. "Pinkamina?"
The doll was laying in the front door way of her boutique, the door half way open as if it had been shut on the doll previously. Rarity started to rush over to her prized possession with urgency, to get her back with her mommy but Pinkamina was suddenly drug outside by an unseen force.
Dorkpool: That doesn’t make any sense grammatically.
The door slamming shut loudly once she was clear. Rarity stopped in her tracks, staring at the door. She didn't understand what was happening but somepony was going to a lot of trouble to make her distressed. She wanted to collapse on her couch and just cry a bit but frankly she was too afraid for her dramatics. Slowly turning Rarity saw the second thing that was filling her with dread.
The camera was downstairs. It had followed her.
"This... this must be very entertaining for all of you. Isn't it?" She spoke to the camera trying to hide her lingering fear. "Well I'll have you know Mommy isn't here for your entertainment!
Mirror: (Rarity): I’m here for the entertainment of really, really messed up bronies.
Now you leave her alone while she goes to retrieve poor Pinkamina from whoever has stolen her away." She turned her back on the camera and took a moment to look back once more just to be sure it was really there. It continued to film uncaring, as real as it could be. Rarity took in a deep breath and put her hoof on the door handle. "Steady now Rarity, you're stronger than this."
Dorkpool: (Rarity): Then again, the door handle isn’t very strong, so that’s not saying much.
She turned the handle and opened the door, facing her fear of not only the unknown intruder that broke into her home but also of the world's judgement once more.
"Oh, you're finally up. Well I suppose if you needed your beauty sleep that's understandable." The haughty male voice that greeted Rarity was the biggest mind bender of them all at this point. She stared in disbelief at the blue eyes of the white unicorn at her door.
"Blue... Blueblood! What are you doing here!"
Mirror: (Blueblood): I don’t know. Please, let me leave!
She began to look around to see if anyone else was outside with him but no one appeared. Nor was Pinkamina present.
"Well I'm not enjoying myself but as for why I'm here I was waiting for you to finally pull yourself out from the nest you built inside of this hovel of yours. Not badly decorated for such a quaint little shack I suppose." Generally Rarity would be ready to meet the insufferable yet infuriatingly sexy stallion with insults of her own to his person.
Dorkpool: Great, these two are probably going to fuck, and the author will most likely describe it rather vividly.
But the trauma of everything around her was just too much to be on her game today for banter.
"Blueblood there was a... a doll that was laying in the doorway before I came outside. Somepony dragged it out, did you..."
"Well we should get started." Blueblood interrupted her and started walking down the street away from Rarity, leaving the mare standing in disbelief at his rudeness. He was never that well mannered but he at least had a code of conduct for social behavior. Rarity grit her teeth at his audacity and followed along but it was to give him an earful over actually accompanying him.
"I was asking you a question! It was an important one and you ignored it! Are you even listening to me you brute?"
Mirror: (Blueblood): Of course I like chicken! Who doesn’t?
Blueblood gave her the raised eyebrow of feigned interest and never stopped walking.
"Oh I can hear you, who couldn't with the way you prattle on. But I have no intent of staying in this ghastly village a second longer than I have to so if we can get a move on?" Rarity was fuming and prepared to go into a storm of complaints against his behavior and observations of his poor character but was losing her steam as she observed the street around them. It must have been very late because the lanterns were lit in the village and not a single pony was anywhere outside. That wasn't what bothered Rarity though, it was where the light in the street was coming from.
"Where is the moon?"
Dorkpool: (Blueblood): In space.
Rarity asked Blueblood as she looked at the sky, the lack of celestial beings giving her panic. Luna always rose the moon at night. Rarity stopped walking and so did Blueblood as he turned to watch her. "Where are the stars?" Black. The entire sky was pitch black like someone had thrown a tarp over the earth. She'd never seen something so unnaturally dreadful before.
Mirror: Someone clearly hasn’t read any of the “Sonic.exe” stories before.
It was against the very way of the world's natural order. The only light in all of the village and from as far as Rarity could see was the lamps in the street that illuminated Blueblood and herself.
"We shouldn't waste time." His voice was more serious than Rarity would normally hear from him and it scared her a bit.
"Blueblood... did you take my doll? Were you the one that took Pinkamina out of my house?" Rarity felt her legs trembling and she fought as hard as she could not to look weak in front of him.
"Aren't you a little old to be playing with dolls?"
Dorkpool: (Rarity): It’s a blow-up doll.
He was making fun of her again but it was oddly comforting to hear him behave normally in this insane, silent and black world.
"That's not your concern. I need her back and she was taken out the front door. The door you were standing by." Blueblood tossed his mane disinterested in her questions.
"I don't have your Pinata Mia or whatever you called it.
Mirror: (Rarity): It’s called Jospehine and it is my lover.
Lets get going."
"Blueblood... is there a camera behind me?" Rarity couldn't help her voice from breaking when she asked that question, too afraid to look back at what might be there. Blueblood just stared at her and then turned, walking down the street. After a short while Rarity complied and followed him. It was better than being alone in this world.
She didn't understand what was going on but really he was the only individual she'd seen at all
Dorkpool: (Narrator): …which showed that either the universe is cruel, or Celestia ships the two of them.
and one that knew her so there was little room to disagree. Rarity looked around as they walked, recognizing a few of the buildings but not sure where they would have to be in such a hurry. Maybe something had happened that made the sky black and they were taking shelter at Twilight's library.
Mirror: The library? Who says, “Oh no, the sky’s black! Quick, take shelter at the library!” Especially when we know that there’s a military in this world.
Dorkpool: There are also incestuous ponies into masochistic bondage. Don’t try to apply logic to this story.
She should suggest they go by her parents house and make sure they're safe. As well as check on Sweetie Bell.
Her eye caught what she thought was movement and she strayed from the road. Blueblood stopped to look back at her as Rarity tried to adjust her eyes well enough to see. "I think that's the school house... wait." There was something by the door. It was moving ever so slowly, a body? No... a doll.
Dorkpool: It’s not a doll, it’s an action figure. Get it right.
"Pinkamina!" Whoever had taken her away was walking into the school house, dragging Pinkamina behind them. Rarity raced forward determined to catch the kidnapper. Blueblood didn't argue and that was fine
Mirror: (Narrator): …since Blueblood really needs to keep his mouth shut.
as she wouldn't have listened anyway. Rarity got to the door of the building as it shut and she used her magic to swing it open, charging inside. "I have you... now?"
The school house was completely empty of anypony. Pinkamina wasn't present, her kidnapper wasn't present, nopony was. However the lamps inside the building were all lit and the lighting was much brighter than had been inside her home or outside. She wondered if maybe the thief was hiding and began to search around the room. She walked carefully amongst the desks seeking out some clue as to where they could have possibly ran to.
Dorkpool: Maybe they ran, they ran so far away.
Her search didn't help her find her target but she did discover something interesting. "Is this Sweetie Bell's desk?"
Mirror: (Blueblood): What? No, that’s a burrito. What in the hell are you talking about?
(No ending review today; that’s for when this whole thing is done)
“That’s enough for now,” Vorix said.
“Mercy? Seems a bit kind for someone trying to hurt us,” Dorkpool noted.
“Mercy is something that can be given and taken away. It gives you something to lose.”
Dorkpool didn’t mention Indometus to him.
“And what makes you think I’m being merciful?” Vorix told him as he took a piece of armor off his arm. It turned out to be a video screen, showing Indometus. Normally, this would be a good thing. It wasn’t this time.
The screams from the video echoed throughout the cell.