Yandere Rarity/ Jordan's return

>You are Anon, the… fuck.  What was the line again?
>Right, right.  The only human in Equestria.
>Our story begins at your house.

>Jesus Christ you smell.
>Showers help, but only having one collection of clothes doesn’t help.
>Yes, you have a washing machine.
>But then you would be naked while your clothes are being cleaned.
>You’d rather not have a visitor when with your pecker out. youknowwhatI’msayin’?
>Thinking about it won’t get you anywhere, so you check your wallet.
>100 bits should get you what you need, right?
>While exiting you sing a cheery tune about… basketball?
>That’s probably what it’s about.

>Here you are.
>The Carousel Boutique.
>Squiggletail should be able to make some human clothes.
>If she can’t, then you’re FUCKED.
>Or just extremely inconvenienced.
>As you open the door, a dingaling goes off.
>”Yes, welcome to the Carousel Boutique, where everything is sheek, unique, an-”
>She just stops when she sees you.
>”Oh, hello there Anon, darling.”
>She seems happy to see you.
>That’s a good sign.
“Hey Rarity.  I was just wondering if you can make me some clothes.”
>Her eyes shine like sparklers.
>”Why yes, of course darling!”
>She hops off to the back.
>”Anon, come over here so I can measure you, darling.”
>Sounds good.
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>Measuring is okay.
>But it seems like a lot of unnecessary touching.
>Eh, leave the professional to her work.
>About 6 minutes pass until she is finished.
>”Alright everything seems to be in order, your clothes should be finished by tomorrow.””
“Okay, good.  Do I pay now or later?”
>”No, it’s fine darling.  Doing the honor of making human clothes is enough.”
>Was it really that big of a deal?
>You get free clothes, so you can’t complain.
“Okay, cool.  Thanks a bunch Rarity.  When should I come over?”
>She puts a hoof to her chin.
>”About 9:30 should do, darling.”
“I’ll be there.”
>You shake Rarity’s hoof and exit the humble shop.
>Maybe you could get a free cupcake?
>You shake your head.

>You are Rarity, the-
>Don’t you know this already?
>Today was one of the best days ever.
>You got to measure Anon, and also shake his hand.
>Not to mention a good look at his ass on the way out.
>He’ll be putty in your hooves soon.
>But for now, you have clothes to make.

>Back to our main man, Anon.
>Man, it was official.
>Today was a good day.
>So far.
>You sigh as a thought of something going wrong enters.
>Fuck off, I’m trying to have a good time.
>You check your watch.
>It’s around 1:55 P.M
>So much time, so little to do.
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>Gee, it sure is boring around here.
>By 6:00 p.m, you did all you wanted too.
>Got a cupcake, got home, masturebated, then napped.
>Well shit.
>It’s more like your schedules are boring.
>Maybe go say hi to Purple?
>Nah, she’s probably busy with a book or some shit.
>Ding dong.
>Who could be at the door at this hour?
>You groan when you get off the bed.
>The doorbell rings again while you descend the stairs.
>So that doesn’t happen again, you proceed to yell.
“How about you hold on for a few seconds?”
>That stops it long enough for you to get to the door.
>Well, what do you know.
>It’s Squiggletail!
“Oh, hey Rarity.  What are you doing here?”
>”Your clothes, darling.”
>Wait.
>Hold the phone.
>She’s done?
>Holy shit, she’s fast.
“Oh, great!  Mind if I try them on?”
>”Not at all darling.”
“Alright, cool.  Be right back.”
>You run up to your bedroom.

>You are our stalker of the hour, Rarity.
>Damn, he was supposed to do it in front of you.
>You guess he really enjoys his privacy.
>Too bad that’ll have to end when you two are together.
>And you’ll wear matching clothes!
>It will be fabulous.

>Hey, it’s Anon again!
>What.
>The.
>Fuck.
>The shirt Squiggle gave you has a sewing of her on it.
>You should have expected something to go wrong.
>You don’t know why she did it.
>But the truth will spill soon!
>Now, it’s time to thank her for the clothes.
>Returning to your living room, you find Squiggletail sniffing the spot you were sitting earlier.
>Do you really smell THAT bad?
“Thanks a whole bunch, Rarity.”
>She jumps in surprise and looks to you.
>A genuine smile comes across her lips
>”Why, darling, it was no problem at all!”
”There’s a small problem with it though.”
>Her left eye does a small twitch.
>”Problem, you say?”
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>Starting out as Rarity.
>A problem?
>What could possibly be wrong with it?
>It’s perfect.
>”Yeah… why are you on my shirt?”
>Time stops.
>He doesn’t want you on the shirt?
>That  just can’t be.
“What are you trying to say, Anon?”
>”I just find it odd that you’re on it.”
>ODD?
“Well then, darling.  If you don’t like it…”
>You proceed to tear the shirt off with your telekinesis.
“I’ll just take it back!”
>In no time your out the door.
>Why must he act like this?
>Tears swell up your eyes.
>You’ll teach him not to mock your clothing soon enough.

>Where’s Anon?  Oh here he is.
>What the flying fuck just happened.
>You asked a question, and she flipped her shit.
>You guess that she’s just being Squiggletail.
>The back of your mind says otherwise.
>Is she a stalker?
>A fan?
>A quick thought of a group of mares in Anon T-shirts screaming for you pops into your head.
>You stop all thoughts to quickly fap to the orgy of fans you will never have.
>What are you doing again?
>Oh yeah.
>What the fuck is going on with Squiggle?
>There’s only one way to find out.
>To the Mystery Machine!
>Fuck.
>There are no cars in Equestria.
>You guess walking to Purple’s is fine.

>Back to your #1 fan.
>The Boutique is a complete mess.
>Mannequins are scattered all through the house.
>Fabric absolutely everywhere.
>And then there’s you.
>Your mane is everywhere, and your coat is filthy.
>Thank Celestia Sweetie Belle is spending the night at Appleblooms house.
>You must make a shirt Anon will surely fall for.
>Perfect in everyway.
>He MUST love you.

>Hours later, they’re complete.
>Two shirts, one for you, the other for Anon.
>The fabric is untearable.
>They match.
>You whisper softly.
“Anon will surely love these.”
>He was right about the other one.
>It just didn’t fit his style.
>This one surely does, for absolute certain.
>He will be yours soon.
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>It’s Anon’s turn to roll!
>God damn it.
>No one in this town has seen Squiggletail.
>Maybe it’s time to stop being such a lazy asshat and look for her yourself.
>First stop, the Boutique!
>The walk there is uneventful.
>The town was starting to fall asleep.
>That wasn’t very good.
>An ambush in the dark is the last thing you want right now. [spoiler] Unless you’re into it.[/spoiler]
>Squiggle’s nice little shop now looks like a deathtrap.
>But you brace yourself for entering.
>Dingaling.
>Fuck.
>You hide behind a mannequin, hoping she doesn’t see you.
>And nothing happens
>She must not be here at the moment.
>The fear having washed away, you take a quick look around.
>It’s fucking awful.
>On a nearby dresser, you find a picture of you and Squiggletail in matching shirts.
>Who could’ve done that?
>Then a chill creeps up your spine.
>If she isn’t here, then where could she be?
>Only one thought pops into your mind.
>No, not the fan orgy.
>Your house.
>Shit.
>Okay calm down.
>Find something to protect yourself.

>You are, once again, Rarity.
>This idea was simply brilliant!
>He’ll never expect you to hide in his house!
>Remember to thank Twilight for the teleportation lessons later.
>He’ll love you forever, and ever.
>The front door opens with a squeak.
>It’s now or never, Rarity.

>You’ve never been more afraid of your house than you are right now.
>And using the mannequin stand for a weapon doesn’t help.
“Rarity, come out now.  I don’t want to hurt you.”
>No response.
“I guess I don’t have a choice.”
>You sigh as you begin to check every room, behind stuff, and on your back porch.

>You are back to being a small white horse.
>As you hide under Anon’s bed, prepared to have a great lovemaking session, you think about the future.
>Marriage, children, and just Anon himself.
>You want that life so bad.
>It’s so close you can taste it.
>Anon should be ready for that kind of commitment.
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>You are Michael Jordan.
>It’s been 3 years since the Clucken’ Bell incident.
>Scootaloo’s in highschool.
>Air Jordan sales are steady.
>And you’ve won the championship this year.
>Life is good.
>But you want more.
>A day hasn’t gone by without you thinking about how to send Scoots home.
>But you can never think of a way of doing it.
>Which angers you.
>Maybe a bit a Slamjam will calm you down?
>Instead of calming down, you get more fired up.
>You know the term “He’s on fire”?
>Before you dunked, you were literally on fire.
>An explosion happens when you flesh touches the hoop.
“Oh shit.”
>You black out as you're being sucked into a black hole you created.

>Hey, this Anon’s alive!
>You are stuck in Squiggletail’s basement
>It’s been 2 days since the incident.
>Why the fuck did you first grab a stand?
>That wasn’t very smart of you.
>Rape’s happened about 4 times already.
>Thankfully it’s just normal rape, no freaky shit yet.
>Will anyone ever find you?
>Hopefully.
>THUMP
>What the hell was that?
>Is that on the roof?
>”Honey, I’ll go and check the roof.”
>Yeah, go do that.
>The only thing nice you can say about her is that she’s looking better.
>But that’s where the line is crossed.

>It’s Rarara time!
>What could have possibly make that noise?
>Too loud for a bird.
>It’s best to check that out now before something happens.
>You step outside and look onto the roof.
>It looks like Anon, but with darker skin.
>And with… a jersey?
>Where did you put that ladder?
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>You are the Slam Jammer himself.
>Your head hurts like hell.
>Along with the rest of your body.
>It hurts even more to move, but what choice do you have?
>When you open your eyes, you’re blinded by the bright colors.
>God damn, they need to turn that shit down.
>As your eyes grow use to the colors, you assess your surroundings.
>On a roof of some sort, in a village of pastel horses.
>Wait a moment, this couldn’t be where Scootaloo is from, is it?
>It had to be, what other place was like this?
>All you have to do is jump down.
>Clink.
>What was that?
>As you turn your head to the right, a white unicorn on a ladder pops into your vision.
>It’s going to be a long day.

>It’s the Anon guy!
>Dingaling.
>Someone’s come in.
>It’d be useless to yell for help.
>You found that out on day one.
>The room’s soundproofed.
>When did Squiggletail have time for this?
>Too late to question it now.
>Although you can hear a muffled conversation upstairs.
>You can’t make out the words though.
>It’s so fucking boring.

>You are Squiggletail!
>Another human?
>What are you going to do with him?
>You already have your love, Anon.
>Speaking of which, maybe this human is here to take him away.
>That can’t happen.
“So darling, what’s your name?”
>”The name’s Michael Jordan.“
“Well, it’s nice to meet you, darling.  My name is Rarity.”
>You need to think of a way to distract him.
>Here’s an idea…
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>You are Michael.
>It’s bad enough you’re stuck in this place with no way home.
>But the fact that the place you are in, doesn’t know about slamjams is…
>Mind boggling.
>If you ARE trapped, what will you be able to do here?
>You could re-invent basketball for equine use.
>A smile creeps onto your face.
>That doesn’t sound like too bad of an idea.

>Once again in Rarity’s perspective.
>Why is Michael smiling?
> It’s hard to tell at this point.
>So the plan is like this…
>Ask Michael to stay the night.
>Since he has no where else to go, he’ll most likely accept.
>While he sleeps, you’ll smother him with a pillow.
>You’ll keep something sharp in case something goes wrong.
>You can’t take any chances with him.
>Sure, you might have blood stains on your sheets.
>Bleach can whiten them again, though.
>Anon will always be yours.


>You’re back to MJ!
>Life doesn’t seem too bad here.
>It’s nicer than Chicago, certainly.
>There are things that you have to go back to, though.
>Scootaloo, Air Jordans, the Bulls.
>There are many, many things to return to, but those are your top things.
>So, that’s why you plan on staying as short as possible.
>If there are unicorns here, one of them should be able to send you home, right?
>Only one way to find out.
>”Excuse me, Michael, was it?”
“That’s right.”
>”How would you like to stay the night, darling?”
>Stay the night?
>You just might have to.
“That sounds good.  Where will I sleep?”
>”In the guest room.”
>She gives you a happy smile.
>You’ve already got somewhere to sleep, and it isn’t even dusk yet.
>Everything’s going good so far.
“I really do thank you, Rarity.”
>”Of course, darling!  I’m not the element of generosity for nothing.”
>You don’t even want to question what that means.
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>You are His Airness.
>God damnit.
>You just wasted the day talking to Rarity about how you got here, what you do, and slam jams.
>Looks like you have to stay the night.
>It’s about 8:38, at least to Rarity’s clock.
“Yo, Rarity.  I think I’ll head off to bed.”
>”Okay, darling.  I’ll just be down here if you need anything.”
>Heading upstairs, you think about home.
>No, don’t think about it.
>You’ll return.
>Right?
>At least the bed is nice.
>A bit frilly, though.
>What did you expect from this pony?
>You don’t go under the covers.
>It’s a bit warm for that.
>You drift off to sleep.

>You are now Squigglemane.
>He’s gone off to bed.
>You’ll be sure to “check in” on him tonight.
>But first…
>As you enter the basement, you grab a writing crop behind the door.
>You smack your hoof.
“Are you ready, dearie?”
>A groan can be heard.
>”Ffffuuuuuck”
“Now darling, what did I say about saying swears?”
>You slap your hoof again.
>This’ll be fun.

>Jordan has returned.
>FWAP
>What was that?
>It’s very faint, but it’s there.
>Who dares disturb your dreams of slamjams?
>Is there someone in the house?
>Might as well try doing some good.
>When you look for a weapon, you find a rubber ball.
>Not a basketball, but it will have to do.
>It’s silent while you descend the stairs.
>Nothing out of the ordinary.
>Besides a cat that just hissed at you.
>Throw the ball at it.
>It just runs away as soon as the ball lands.
>Ball returns to your hands.
>Still got it.
>No one is found on the main floor.
>Wait, there’s a door you haven’t checked.
>You put your ear against it.
>”Mmmf, Anon~!”
>What?  Who’s Anon?
>More slapping.
>Is Rarity in danger?
>You try opening the door.
>Locked.
>You prepare to slam the door open.
part 9/11
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>You are still Jordan.
>You dribble the little ball to ready yourself.
>3
>If Rarity is in trouble, you need to help her.
>2
>She might even know someone to send you home.
>1
>Come on and slam.
>You do small jump to dunk the door open.
>It shatters on contact.
>A small gasp can be heard.
>It’s feminine, so it’s Rarity for sure.
>”Whoever that is, help me the fuck out!”
>That must be Anon.
>Wait…
>HE needs your help?
>What could Rarity be doing to him?
>Well, it’s time to find out.
>And welcome to the jam.

>You are rape horse.
>No, this can’t be happening.
>Out of all the worst things that could happen.
>This is…
>The.
>Worst.
>POSSIBLE.
>THING!
>Too bad this had to happen in front of Anon.
“Darling, what do you think you are doing?”
>Michael just stays silent.

>You are Michael.
>This is quite a sight.
>Anon’s hung up on some kind of…
>Torture device?
>Prison cuffs?
>You’ll look it up on Google later.
>Hopefully.
>Red marks are all over his shirtless body.
>How long has he been here?
>Now’s not the best time to ask.
>You hype yourself up, in case things get physical.
>”Darling, just go back to bed.”
>She looks scared.
>Anon gives you a look translating “Kick her ass!”
>Looks like you don’t have a choice.
part  10/11
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>You are Anon.
>Jesus, today was a weird day.
>Michael Jordan was going to fight for your freedom.
>How cool is that?
>Although you don’t want it happening often.
>thisgonnabegood.gif
>Wait, what if the fight goes upstairs?
>Fuck.

>You are Rarity.
>Okay, calm down.
>You have a writing crop.
>He has a rubber ball.
>Nothing to worry about, right?
>Considering he destroyed your basement door with said ball, you don’t know what to think.
>One thought is to run past him to get a better weapon.
>That’s the best plan at this point.
>You prepare to gallop as fast as you can.

>You are Michael.
>The both of you just have a staredown.
>You dribble the ball at the bottom of the steps.
>She continues to glare at you.
>Anon watches intently.
>Rarity swings her crop at your face.
>You dodge, but doing so lets Rarity dash past you.
>Damn it.
“Look Anon, I’ll untie you in a bit, but now isn’t the best time.”
>Anon nods in understanding.
>You almost trip running up the stairs.
>When up, you look around to see if she’s in the room.
>Oh, there she is.
>Swinging a broken scissor at you.
>Jumping backwards to avoid being stabbed, you wonder where the other blade is.
>A glance behind you shows that it’s heading towards you back.
>A quick roll to the side, and it misses.
>The scissors collide, breaking the tips.
>She just grunts in frustration.
>There’s only one attack that will stop this nonsense.
>The holy dunk.
“By the father, sun, and the holy spirit, I damn thee’s insanity to HELL!”
>You jump towards her.
>She’s frozen in fear.
>The light is blinding.
>The little ball connects with her body.
>Everything in the house is knocked over, broken, or just obliterated.
>The light fades, and Rarity’s out cold.
>Now it’s time to free Anon.
part 11/11

Epilogue
>You are Anon.
>It’s been a few days since the fight.
>Rarity’s no longer obsessed with you.
>You have Michael to thank for that, so you’ve let him crash at your place.
>He’s even found out a way home.
>As he’s putting the finishing touches on his basketball hoop, you walk up to him.
“Excuse me, Jordan.  Is it okay to talk to you while you’re building?”
>”Sure, Anon.  What’s on your mind?”
“I was just wondering if you can take me home with you?”
>He turns his head in surprise.
“I mean, what if something happens to me again?”
>”Like what?”
“Well, like what happened around a week ago, or something even worse.”
>”Let’s take this inside, don’t want anyone listening right?”
>You follow him inside, and sit on the couch near him.
“Well?”
>”I think you should stay here.”
>What?
“Why’s that?”
>”How long have you been here Anon?”
“About 4 years or so.”
>”Has anything dangered your life in those four years?”
>You nod your head.
“Fucktons”
>”That’s what I mean, you can make it through anything, Anon.”
>He puts a hand on your shoulder.
>”I’m sure of it.”
>Michael gets up and goes back outside.
>You don’t notice because you are thinking about what’s happened in the past.
>Rape attempts, attacks on ponyville, and much more.
>You can’t leave that behind.
>You notice that Michael left the room, and run to your front yard.
“Michael!”
>He looks back to you.
“Will you come back?”
>Jordan smirks and says.
>”I’m sure of it.”
>He lights on fire, and dunks the rubber ball.
>In a flash he’s gone.
>He’ll be missed.
>Welp, time to fap to the fan orgy.

END
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