> You are Rarity, hiding in absolute darkness
> Your ears strain, swivelling back and forth
> There!
> You hear nearly silent footfalls, your predator prowls among the lightless cages
> You keep your breathing shallow and slow
> "Hon"
> His voice is low and seductive, a velvet glove over an iron hoof
> "Hon"
> He will abide by his rules, but that does not mean he can't be creative
> "Baguette"
> You pity Fleur, the first target for his taunting
> "Escargot"
> Prench is a delight on his silver tongue, but you know what comes next
> "Hot Cotter"
> You shudder
> Still, you can endure far more of this than she can
> "Boon Ape Teat"
> In retrospect, teaching him Prench was a mistake
> "Cham pag nay"
> You grimace
> Was that a southern accent?
> Still, Fleur is lasting longer than before
> You are proud of her, for all that you wish she would break under the torture
> Silences stretches into eternity, with no way of keeping track of time in this abyssal prison
> "Prench bread"
> Fleur de Lis lets out a bark of laughter
> "Pas plus! Je me rends!"
> It's a relief, hearing her speak proper prench after all of Anon's butchery
> One mare down, and only one more stands between you and your goal
> "Oh, Rarity~"
> You feel your face warm at his sweet voice speaking your name
> Your mind knows it's a trap, but your heart cares nothing for such technicalities
> "Would you like to know what I'm wearing right now?"
> Curse him and his sultry tone
> "It's that nice pinstripe button down shirt you like so much."
> It looks really good on him, and he knows it
> You almost regret making it for him
> "Do you know what else I'm wearing?"
> If you are very, very lucky, he is just trying to blue bean you
> "Some nice, plaid,"
> Oh no Darling, please, have mercy!
> "Cargo shorts. They're comfy and easy to wear!"
> You ruthlessly strangle the whimper that tries to escape your throat
> You would burn the abomination if he wasn't so attached to it and good at hiding it
> "Aaaaand those pink and white polka dot thigh highs. Gotta cover my long, toned foal-chasing legs."
> The fashionista in you has died, but the vulgar mare within is only partially deterred by the atrocious image he paints with honeyed words
> You wink and hate yourself for it
> "Does that excite you, dear?"
> No stallion's voice should be that breathy and alluring
> This had better not awaken something within you
> "No? Oh, I forgot, I'm also wearing sandals over my socks."
> Not even your basest facet can stomach the revelation
> You grit your teeth, fighting your every instinct to destroy the fashion abomination
> You wait it out, letting your rage simmer down to a low boil
> "Hey, Sunny Buns, you know that last piece of your birthday cheesecake?"
> You sag in relief, the trial has passed
> You will have to get your revenge, though, next time
> "The one with caramel drizzled on top? Well, haha, funny story..."
> Oh no
> "I was over in the cloud district, shopping for some jewelry, and there was this stallion merchant who sneered at me, and said, well, I won't repeat what he said,"
> You scrunch
> Probably just some jealous minor noble
> But you begin to have doubts about the story
> Anon shopping for jewelry? When you are right here?
> "But when I got home, I was so upset I just had to have a little pick-me-up. The cheesecake was so rich and creamy, and the caramel sauce gave it the perfect sweetness to compliment the tang."
> Perhaps you should drop by a bakery tomorrow, to purchase a replacement
> Purely to keep harmony within the herd, not at all because you are craving some cheesecake right now
> "It made me forget all about being called a gold-digger and a furless...well, you know. So, uh, I hope you're not mad at me? I'm really sorry about it..."
> His tone shifts from pleading to sultry
> "If there is anything I can do to make it up to you... Like having you sit on my face for a couple hours, until you're sweaty and moaning and my face is covered in your juices..."
> You bite your lip at the imagery
> You hear the sound of ripping cardboard
> You are lucky you are a unicorn, you don't have to worry about wingboners
> Anon chuckles
> "Looks like Rarity won this one. Come on out, girls."
> You pop out of the box, savoring the slightly cooler air outside
> To your relief, Anon is actually dressed in grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt
"You are a cruel colt, Darling. Lying to and torturing us like that."
> He just grins and pats a pouting Celestia's head
> "You know you love it. Speaking of lying, Sunbutt, your cheesecake is still in the fridge."
> Celestia brightens up immediately
> "If you will excuse me, then..."
> Fleur giggles, and you can't help but smile
> You can hardly blame the mare
> As you all start to fold up the boxes, Anon looks at you
> "So, what are we watching, my movie night alpha mare?"
> You trot over to the collection, humming in thought
> Your ears absently register the sound of popcorn popping from the kitchen 
> Seen that one, didn't like the other, watches that one last week...
> Well, it's a classic
"We shall be watching the Titanic, tonight."
> You crack the case and insert the disk into the player
> Anon grunts, sounding amused
> "Again?"
> You turn to find him sprawled in the center of the couch, practically presenting himself to you with his widely spread legs
> You approach him with a sway in your hips that you know he appreciates
"Of course, true art can only be properly appreciated with repeated exposure."
> You climb into his lap and lay your back against his chest
> "Uh-huh. I just think you like looking at human tits."
> You wriggle a little to get comfortable, and are rewarded with a hot length between your flanks, constrained by a few layers of fabric
> You smile mysteriously
"I am quite sure I have no idea what you are talking about. I merely find it refreshing to see an artistic colt flustered by a mare confidently displaying her assets."
> Fleur sits beside Anon, leaning against him
> "Oh? Is that why you started sucking on his nipples after seeing the movie for the first time?"
> You lift your chin primly
"I am quite sure that is entirely unrelated."
> Celestia returns from the kitchen, already halfway through her slice of cake and floating a large bowl of popcorn beside her
> "Really? It's why I started."
> You are beset on all sides by traitors
"Anonymous, Darling? Would you please start the movie before I am utterly drowned in blatant falsehoods?"
> He chuckles and grabs the remote
> "As you wish, my movie alpha."
> Celestia curls up on the remaining seat of the couch, letting the bowl of popcorn settle on your lap
> As the movie begins with some fanfare, you levitate a cluster of popped kernels into your mouth, savoring the buttery saltiness
> Truth be told, you do rather like the portraiture scene, and it plays a part in why you choose the movie so often
> Fleur lifts her muzzle to Anon's ear
> "Draw me like one of your prench mares~"
> You feel him twitch beneath you
> He's always so frisky afterwards, and you are perfectly positioned to enjoy his every throb of arousal
> It's good to be the alpha, even if it is only for tonight