Creepypasta

Lil Miss Rarity

It had come to this and while it may have been a shock she could easily say she hadn't seen it coming. 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. 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. 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. 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. 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.

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. 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? 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. 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. That night resulting with two important ponies in her life on the floor of her home in their own blood. Thank Celestia they survived.

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; "Why did you force this upon your sister?" She never had a real answer.