NEXT TIME: Sweet Apple Massacre (This one will come sooner)
Hi, this is in conjunction with the riff, this story was long! Most of it didn't offend me, fact I didn't mention what offended me. Three days ago, my cat Phineas died. He was my best friend. I don't want to go into it, but you will get it when you see the story. Also, school, but who gives a shit?
NEXT TIME: Sweet Apple Massacre (This one will come sooner)
MY GOD... I CAN'T DO IT! THIS STORY HAS BEAT ME! I can only get so far in this. Also one plot element got to me. I will give you the stuff I did, if anyone wants to finish it, fine by me. But I am not continuing this story! IT SUCKS. AT LEAST PYTHORS SUICIDE WAS SHORT AND DIDN'T OFFEND ME! Here is the original, enjoy.
Now for the first original Riff for the new site. Ah, MLP, having the most unique fandom possibly ever, of course there are going to be a couple pastas. We have Cupcakes, the cough, Rainbow Factory and other such pastas. Here is one that isn’t mentioned much, “Little Miss Rarity”, What is the Fashionista up to? Lets get into some really dark stuff and start this riff!
(Note: VERY NSFW! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!)
It had come to this and while it may have been a shock she could easily say she hadn't seen it coming(Woah, Didn’t see that coming!). Restrained like so many times before Rarity found herself this time restrained in an honest-to-Celestia dungeon(Where’s pony Link when you need him?). Celestia's dungeon in particular to put that extra bit of insult on it(Not that it makes much difference). While she hadn't seen this coming she understood why she was here; she'd done things. Terrible things.(Care to tell us?) 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.(Call Phoenix! He will defend you to the end)
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(FATALITY!). The event had left Rarity with confused emotions, most unsurprising sadness and the loss of her precious pet(*sad violin music* (my god that joke was a bit sick now)). But also with a strange satisfaction, a reward in the pain she'd felt when Opal had attacked her(Soooooo, a sadist?). It had been amazing and pleasurable and painful all at once.
Rarity shortly there after(Its supposed to be Thereafter) began to document her affairs in exploring these emotions with her camera(This was based on the tumblr blog, nice tie-in, but what is the point of repeating this story?). Her sleepless nights(What, is there a Pony Krueger?) 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(is that supposed to be one word?) Rarity began to craft a doll. She named it Pinkamina(*facepalm* It’s Pinkamena) after her lost friend who was apparently dealing with her own confused mind and emotions some where(It’s another story, also somewhere is meant to be one word, also no comma after it.) Rarity and her circle of friends were unable to find her. She knew Pinky(PINKIE!) 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.(Or a chair with a noose) So she crafted herself a doll, a little one to love her "Mommy." She gave the Pinkamina(Take a shot when he says Pinkamena wrong.) 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(Take a Shot) came out exactly as she had envisioned and with it's heart could share her love with her Mommy.
It was from there things began to escalate quickly(Well that was quick). Rarity began to experiment with her new found masochistic side and her exploration turned her once confusing emotions into an obsession(Like Puberty?). 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. Her fellow seamstress friend Velvet (What the heck are you here Velvet Remedy? You were in the apocalyptic equestria!)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? Or perhaps that was her line of thinking, it was honestly hard to tell. She recorded the event as she restrained Sweetie Bell,(Stop) blindfolding the filly(Stop... and took a knife to her(JonTron STOP image here) flawless skin. 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. So... Rarity assaulted Twilight by using her magic to knock her out with her sewing machine(Eat Sew!). That night resulting with two important ponies in her life on the floor of her home in their own blood(Great Job you Idiot). Thank Celestia they survived.(I just thought of this now, who is telling us the story?)
Unsurprisingly(No comma) Rarity was able to convince Twilight that somepony had broken into the store to rob it and attacked them in the process(Yeah, and the used my machine instead of a Stun Spell!). 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 apple doesn’t fall far from the tree). The sisters now with so much in common were able to share this pleasure(Hey sis, lets bond with our fetishes!), 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; "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(She is the DERANGED BUTT-STABBER!), 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. (That was fucking fast, learn how to pace your stories)The general hated her(Rarity: WHY YOU GOTTA BE SO RUUUUDE!!!!!), she could see it in his eyes. 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(Suicidal much? Seriously, you deserved to get beat for having fetishes, I am a furry and I am not sorry at all, why should you?)... the punishment for her crimes. It didn't stop her from revealing in the orgasm from the pain though.(Calling it now, just watch Mindless Gonzo’s dub of the tumblr blog, it is way better than this.)
All of this may have been a fate Rarity could have accepted aside from a few problems. The first being her camera (What about the fact you are in a FREAKING DUNGEON) 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. She hadn't set it up(2Spoopy)... 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(*facepalm*) wouldn't leave her in peace. So with her body beaten, freshly bloodied and her hind legs stained with the climax of her punishment(Comma) she tried to escape the only way left to her. She closed her eyes, and she slept.(Really, you have a demon camera, befriend the spirit and make him beat the shit outta everyone)
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(really?), but that wasn't the case.
"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. 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(Really? Care to explain?). 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?"
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.(ITS A F***KING CAMERA!!! HOW ON EARTH IS THAT SCARY?) 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. "Well you can just stay up here then in my room, all you naughty ponies. Mommy has work to do.(Rarity: Yeah, who cares if I’m stalked, I got 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.(Sweetie Bell:Go The F**k to SLEEP!) 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.(SOMETHING CHANGED OHMAIGERD) 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(There was a blackout). 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.(She realized her Scentsy came in) "Did somepony bring me home and do all this?"(No, you were sleepwalking!) 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. 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? 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?"(Pinkamena: “Oh Hai Rarity” Also, mispelled name, take a shot.)
The doll was laying(COME ON, That is cliche as Heck!) 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(Another Shot) was suddenly drug(DRAGGED) outside by an unseen force. 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.(No S**t) 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.(Really.)
"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! Now you leave her alone while she goes to retrieve poor Pinkamina(Take a shot) 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."(Sure you are.) 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!"(Aren’t Blueblood and Rarity supposed to hate each others guts?) She began to look around to see if anyone else was outside with him but no one appeared. Nor was Pinkamina(Another Shot) 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."(We need Tim Allen, time for some Home Improvement) Generally Rarity would be ready to meet the insufferable yet infuriatingly sexy stallion with insults of her own to his person. 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..."(Quit stuttering, it does not make it more suspenseful.)
"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.(Why? He was a dick before) He was never that well mannered but he at least had a code of conduct for social behavior.(Oh, OK) 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?" Blueblood gave her the raised eyebrow of feigned interest and never stopped walking.(Blueblood: I’m not ignoring you, I am just not responding for dramatic effect)
"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?"(Burn) 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?" 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.(Do do do doooo, this is just padding) She'd never seen something so unnaturally dreadful 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: The Raiders are coming)
"Blueblood... did you take my doll? Were you the one that took Pinkamina(Another Shot) 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?"(OHHHH, MLG music plays) 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 am doing the same for the story)
"I don't have your Pinata Mia or whatever you called it. Lets get going."(Did they just reference themselves misspelling Pinkamena! Ladies and Gentlemen, I introduce you to Rock Bottom)
"Blueblood... is there a camera behind me?"(OH COME ON! You concern yourself with a fucking camera!) 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 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.(Please, Explain) Maybe something had happened that made the sky black and they were taking shelter at Twilight's library. 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.(Please be Zombies!) It was moving ever so slowly, a body? No... a doll.(OH MY FUCKING GOD, PLEASE TRY TO GIVE A SHIT ABOUT QUALITY!) "Pinkamina(Another Shot, I need it.)!" Whoever had taken her away was walking into the school house, dragging Pinkamina(another shot, confound this story, it drives me to drink) behind them. Rarity raced forward determined to catch the kidnapper. Blueblood didn't argue and that was fine 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.(Can you explain why Narrator?) 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. Her search didn't help her find her target but she did discover something interesting. "Is this Sweetie Bell's desk?"(It’s a pipe bomb!)
Sorry, I have been caught up in my spring break, the Little Miss Rarity riff is probably going to take a while. But, I have something to get off my chest, Web Animation, specifically how the bad ones get popular(There are exceptions like RWBY) such as "Shrek is love,Shrek is life" and "Racist Mario", and good ones don't get as much attention, such as "Mystery Skulls Animated:Ghost" and "There's a Man in the Woods". Why is it like that? I mean, the animation in Racist Mario and S.I.L,S.I.L looks atrocious, the stories also suck, even as a comedic goof off, it's not funny. Let alone S.I.L,S.I.L pretty much SHITS on an gre- O.K Movie. The other Animations I mentioned (Mystery Skulls and Man in the Woods) Had amazing animation and great stories. Man in the Woods is one of my favorite videos ever. Can someone please tell me why the fuck S.I.L,S.I.L and Racist Mario is more popular than the better quality animations out there.
Update: I am working on an animated series, and I didn't tell you much about them. So, Here it is.
Chrono Warriors: This series follows a group of warriors from different points of time. The series is going to be serious but with some funny moments(sort of like Fairy Tail or Soul Eater). I will post Character Description sheets soon. I am in need of artists and voices, I will be judging them.
Next time: Little Miss Rarity Riff.
I have a list of upcoming riffs. Here you go:
Little Miss Rarity
Sweet Apple Massacre
Lavander Town Stories
Tape from Treasure/Discovery Island
Little Pink Backpack
Sonic.exe(My own riff, not a riff on Dorkpools riff)
Other Gaming Pastas
and, finally, The Russian Sleep Experiment
Question of the post: What is your Favorite JRPG?