A commission from Wesquestria, showcasing my continued theory that Rarity needs to be in Mabinogi porn at all times.
 
[GRIMDARK/EXPLICIT]
 
|| “Looks like I found you.”
 
Rarity barely responded at first, eyes lolling around in her skull as she blurrily focused on the man that towered over her. His body was covered in crude prison tattoos and scars, eyes burning like fire as he glowered down on her. She tried to get up but slipped on her heels and stumbled back down, wine spilling all over her skirt as she began to blush.
 
“Aw, that was a very expensive dress. And a very expensive bottle of wine. A little too expensive for a dressmaker out of Ponyville, isn’t it?”
 
Rarity shook her head as she tried to get back up. “I-I got thish from a f-friend…”, she slurred out, her heavy chest beginning to rise as she began to breath heavily.
 
The thug smiled. Rarity had always had a bad Poker face when she was drunk, and the almost empty bottle proved she’d gone well past that point.
 
“Oh yes, a very good friend, right? A well connected friend?”
 
Rarity tried to crawl to the side but he threw a heavy beer bottle at the spot she tried to move towards.
 
“Don’t fucking lie to me. We know what you did. You owed us a lot of money, Rarity. A LOT of money. And then you thought you were clever, and you stole even more money from us and ran away. So tell me? What happened to the money?”
 
Rarity shook her head. “I…I shtill have it…I just need to…to…” Her eyes began to well with tears.
 
“You spent it all, didn’t you?”
 
Rarity began to hyperventilate as she stared up at the mob enforcer. She looked down at the pistol in his hand and began to sob wildly.
 
“The amount of money you owe would take you ten years to repay. The amount of money you stole you could never pay back in a lifetime. And now you don’t have a cent to your name. We’re never going to see that money again because you fucking blew it all.”
 
Rarity backed herself even further into the corner. She was basically sobbing. “Pleash…I-I’ll do…”
 
The thug grabbed her by the hair and lifted her up, her legs dangling in the air as she quaked in terror. She could feel his angry eyes running up and down her body. Her chest heaved with every shallow breath, pink nipples pointing out the top of her expensive Beanrua corset.
 
“You aren’t going to do anything. You CAN’T do anything. You owe us millions. You cockteased and mocked us as you stole from us. You already did everything you’ll be allowed to do. Now…I get to decide what we do from here.”
 
The thug knocked back a flask before pulling down his slacks. Rarity could see the black studs of metal running along the substantial length before he turned her around and pinned her against the wall, forcing the last of the wine down her throat. Callused hands roughly cupped her now exposed breasts as they scraped against the rough brick.
 
“My men are going to be in town at eight o’clock in the morning. When they get here, we will decide whether you get to live or die. It’s midnight right now.” The thug wrapped her neck in a chokehold as he bit down on her ear. “I’m going to fuck you for the next eight hours. You are not going to “show your skills,” you won’t get a chance to show you can be a good fuck, you will not scream or cry. I am going to vent into your body for the next eight hours. And then I will decide if you’re worth keeping around.”
 
Rarity began to struggle, but he was too much for her to get away from as he shoved her head against the brick. Cold air wrapped around her legs as she felt her stockings ripped off. Colder metal pressed against her asshole as he slowly forced his way into her.
 
“Sure hope that wine was worth it.||