Death Metal Rarity (Complete)

>Day dead thread
>Rarity fixes your hair into a Mohawk and gives a retching scowl before handing you the mirror.
>"Well, here it is."
"Awesome! Thanks Rarity."
>"Don’t mention it; really, don't mention it to anyp0ny. I'd rather not have my good name be associated with such...vulgarity."
"What?! How dare you call Lambs of Celestia vulgar! They're the greatest death metal band in all of Equestria."
>"I can see why, seeing their horrid clashing outfits make me want to hang myself right then and there."
"It’s the style."
>"Just because it's a gathering of social outcasts, does not mean you should dress like savages." She says fixing her mane in a dignified manner
"Hey most of us are pretty normal when you talk to us; this is just how we blow off steam."
>"If you say so." She says unconvinced "Well, that's it; off you go to your death medal concert."
"Hey, that's not cool; you think we're some kind of freaks."
>Saying this with your full blown leather attire and green Mohawk. She simply looks at you with a smile
"All right, bad example. But still, you need to come down and see with your own eyes how laid back we really are."
>"Never In a million years would I come with you to such a horrible concert."
"Fine, don't then, I guess it's for the best, after all when everyone starts making fun of me for wearing such low quality clothing, you won't be there to embarrass me."
>*gasp* "How dare you call MY fashion low quality!? Any pony with half a brain can see its fine quality work! Even you medal heads can see that!"
"That's not what they're gonna say, but I'm not good at talking fashion so I'll just let them off. But if you come with me, you can tell them why they're wrong, who knows, you may even find a new customer base."
>"Fine, I'll go, and I'll show you savages how to really sport leather."

>At the open-air Canterlot Dome, several stallions decked out in black, and wearing their manes in Mohawks, talk amongst themselves.
>Ons stops talking and looks out in front of him.
>From the crowd emerges a white mare. Her purple mane straightened out, with a black officer’s hat resting loosely over her horn. In her mouth a slender firm whip, with a little extra tuff of leather at the tip for that extra hit of wham.
>From neck to flank, she's covered I skin tight leather, but on her front shoulders, she wears a thick military like jacket. But her flank is as shapely as can be, her toned firm butt sways hypnotically from side to side, and it is not lost on any of the other stallion, certainly not you.
>Placing her whip into her jacket, she looks calmly over all the eyes staring back at her.
>"I can see they already like my ensemble." She says proudly turning back to face you, as she does so, all the stallions stare at her plot, and follow it with their eyes as she moves about unaware of it "See Anonymous? I told you I could enlighten these ruffians."
"Yeah, it's TOTALLY that, they only like you for your fashion."
>"I guess I was wrong, they really are normal ponies." She smiles as one comes meekly up
>"E.excuse me mistress, but..but would you be so kind a.as to dig your heels into my..my back?" He asks laying on the ground
>"I beg your pardon?!" she asks almost offended, but more shocked
"Haha, oh that Steve." you say pushing Rarity forward, "Always a kidder." ("Dude, fuck off!") You whisper to the stallion with the dominatrix fetish
>Pushing her AWAY from the crowds, towards a nice hill with lush grass, you sit under a tree as she sits a foot away from you.
>"Was that stallion really joking?" she says getting wise
"Of course he was, nobody enjoys getting stepped on. Haha" *Lie*
>Rarity squints her eyes at you before looking out at the stage, why are we so far away? You can barely see the stage.
"Well, it's music, you hear it. Hehe" you laugh nervously

>"I did not get all dressed up just to sit next to you on some desolate hill, I'm going to join the crowd, how else will they see my outfit."
("Oh they saw it.") you think, "Fine, but we still got time before the show starts, you want something to drink?"
>"Oh that would be most delightful, I am simply parched." She smiles
>The both of you get up and walk for the nearest concession stand. Luckily it's still early, so the lines are not to long.
>With three ponies in front of you, the two of you wait your turn in line.
>Rarity can't help but keep glancing back at the androgynous pony standing inches away behind you two.
>It's greasy black mane draped over its eyes, while wearing its jet black coat covering every part of its body. The only defining feature it has, are its many piercings over its ears and lips.
>Rarity tilts her head a bit before tapping on its shoulder, "Excuse me, but you SIMPLY must tell me where you got that coat. I absolutely adore it."
>With a deep but obviously feminine voice, she says "I bought it at Plot Topic."
>"Oh why thank you, I'll be sure to look out for it." She smiles before turning back
>Reaching the front of the line, the big, gruff, bandana wearing stallion rest one of his giant hooves on the table and leans forward and asks.
>"And what can I get you two?"
>Without missing a beat, Rarity answers first. "I'll have a glass of your finest wine, and a small baguette cooked to almost golden brown, but not, and with a small fine coating of butter all around, but add just a tiny bit extra to the center." She smiles
>"Beer and a tofu dog, got it, and you?" He asks
"The same but add nachos."
>"But that’s not what I ordered!" Rarity says in disbelief
"Let's go Rarity." You say moving her to the side, "They have other ponies to serve."
>"B.but my order!"

>In the shade of the tree, Rarity looks over her plastic cup full of the light amber beer.
>Taking a big gulp, she exhales tiredly, as though drinking it was a chore.
>"Bleh, what a horrible beverage, why would anyp0ny drink this!?
"It's not so bad when you get used to it, a few more of those and you'll wonder how you went through life without em."
>"I highly doubt it." She sneers before biting into her tofu dog
>At the center stage, several ponies come trotting out with guitars and equipment. The crowd cheers as they start setting up
>"Oh Anonymous, the shows about to start!" Rarity panics, before downing her dog in a hasty manner and getting up
"That's just the opening band, we won't miss much."
>I'll miss the opportunity to show case my grand design, come now, up you go." She says stomping a hoof on the ground
*Sigh* "Fine."
>As the two of you walk towards the stage, Rarity looks around. "Anonymous, where are the chairs?"
"There are none."
>"So we have to STAND the whole time?!"
"Yup."
>"Ugh! What deplorable conditions." She groans as a random drunk stallion talks to her out of nowhere
>"You should *hic* see that bathroom. WOOOOO!!!!" he shouts before running off to god knows where
>Rarity is far beyond her comfort zone at this point.

>Ponies upon ponies begin to descend onto the front of the stage. Pushing and moving one another, closing the gaps tighter and tighter. It gets to a point where if you can scratch your neck, you’re the luckiest thing in the crowd.
>Only in this most dire of circumstances does she inch herself closer to you. At the stage, a pony plugs in his guitar, and riffs the cords.
>The many lines of speakers all boom the notes, physically shaking all of your body in the process. Rarity feels it too as her uneasy expression gives her away.
>"So..just how loud is this going to be?"
>Immediately after she asks that question, as though a cruel joke from god, the band of ponies all at once begin to play.
>Like an explosion of sound, the lines of amps and speakers all fire off. Rarity covers her ears, gritting her teeth in pain as her virgin eardrums get a violent introduction to death metal.
>"IT’S TO LOUD!!!" She shouts at you
"WHAT!?"
>"WHAT!?"
"WHAT DID YOU SAY!?"
>"I CAN'T HEAR YOU!!!"
"...WHAT!?"
>She scowls angrily before pulling out a small pen from her jacket pocket, and scribbling something down. Giving it over to you, you read it.
>Looking back at her, you flash a smile and give her a thumbs up
"I KNOW RIGHT!?"
>Rarity face hooves
>After the no name opening band finishes their songs, Rarity finally let's go of her ears and exasperates in fatigue.
>"Uhh! When does this ringing stop?!" she whines
"This will be my 6th year in a row that it's gone on nonstop."
>With a groan she says "I need another one of those horrible drinks."
"Since you stuck it out like a champ, I'm payin."
>At the front of the line, Rarity rubs her forehead and says "Just give me the largest one you got."

>At the front of the stage, Rarity, in need of a good drink, knocks it all back in a couple of gulps.
>"Rrraa!" she shouts before throwing the cup onto the floor and stomping on it.
>The dominatrix stallion from before, sees this, and shudders in pure ecstasy.
"Havin fun?" You ask Rarity
>"Well...a little. It's not as bad as I first thought."
>She glances at your drink, and you assume she’s still thirsty
"You want some?"
>"Oh no, I could never."
>Deciding to egg her on, you test just how daring she's feeling.
"C'mon, I don't carry any diseases, here have my drink, and it’s better than going all the way back and waiting in line."
>"Well, since you put it that way."
>Cupping your drink, she takes smaller, more controlled sips.
>The second band takes the stage as the crowd cheers.
>Rarity looks from side to side before raising a hoof to the side her mouth "WOOOO!!" she shouts before hyperventilating "Oh my, I can see why you enjoy this." She says to you before tending to her drink
>Smiling at her, the two of you look over at the stage as the second act begins.

>The lead vocalist takes the stage and looks out at the sea of ponies, pulling the mic close to him; you can hear his deep breathing coming from the speakers.
>”ARE YOU READY CANTERLOT!?” He asks
>”YEAH!” The sea of ponies shouts
>”I SAID..ARE YOU READY!?”
>”YEAH!!”
>”ONE MORE TIME!”
>”YEAH!!!!” They all shout as loud as possible,
>”ONE, TWO, THREE!!”
>The music begins as the lead stallion starts jumping up and down, bobbing his head up and down. Several other mares and stallions repeat the motion while Rarity looks around, seeing what they’re doing, she slowly starts to rock her head a little.
>With each completed motion, she goes faster and faster. In no time at all, she’s lost in the music.
>As the lead stallion dances around like an asshole, he runs quickly up to the edge of the stage, and stage dives off. The crowd carries him, and Rarity looks absolutely dumbfounded.
“IT’S STAGE DIVING!” You yell as close as you can for her to hear you,
>”OH!” She replies back
>The security guard stallions are waiting for him to return, and when he does, they escort him to the stage again.
>As they wrap up their third song, Rarity taps you on the side, “I’m gonna get another beer after this group.” She shouts as the ringing from the speakers drowns out anything that is not yelling
“No way, the main band is right after them!” You yell back, “They’re the reason I’m here, I’m not gonna miss out on them!”
>”Then I’ll get some right now!”
“All right, bring me a beer too!”
>Rarity trots away as the band begins on their 4th and last song.

>Lambs of Celestia are already getting set up; you look around worried since Rarity has yet to come back.
>A deep booming voice calls out from the speakers ”All right you maggots!” The lead singer shouts “Are you ready to bucking rock!?”
>”YEAH!!”
>”Now the prudes at Canterlot said that we can’t encourage violence, they said that if we try anything funny, they’ll cut our concert.”
>”BOOO!!!!” The crowd shouts in defiance
>The lead singer smiles “Well, we really wanna play for you folks tonight, so will behave…but they never said anything about what YOU couldn’t do. ONE, TWO, THREE!!”
>The band starts with their signature song,
“Rape Train!” You shout as the crowd becomes wild and alive by the music,
>Sure enough, moshpits begin to form, just like the ones back home; they’re violent, brutal, and totally awesome.
“Just once.” You say to yourself before running into it and punching the nearest stallion you could find,
>Without missing a beat, you get rammed into the ribs by the head of another stallion, clamping your palms together; you swing the makeshift hammer down on the back of his head.
>He goes down, but another stallion hits you from the other side, turning around, you pimp slap him and laugh as he makes a funny crying sound.
>All totaled, you took down 4 stallions before getting knocked the fuck down by a stallion on par with Big Mac.
>As the moshpit comes to a close, you limp away holding the bruised sides you have and chuckling to yourself.
“That hurt like fuck, but it was damn worth it.”
>You see ANOTHER moshpit just begin to form, and you contemplate going into it.
“Nah.” You say simply looking out at it, the fights should be entertaining enough.
>Looking on, you see Rarity come walking into the pit, drinks floating around her.
>"Why thank you, I was simply having the most DREADFUL time navigat..URHS!" She yelps as a stallion headbutts her
>The drinks fall to the ground, and you can see blood pouring out of her head as she falls to the floor unconscious
"OH SHIT RARITY!!"

>Rarity slowly comes to and finds herself on the floor of the bathroom, a cold stinging sensation bites at her forehead.
>Putting her hoof to it, she feels a hand that’s holding up a bag of ice, looking to the side, she spots Anonymous.
>”Anon? What happened?”
“You got moshed the fuck out.” You reply, “I called the paramedics, they’ll be here in a bit.”
>”What?! I can’t be rescued from the mares bathroom bleeding, at a death medal concert, wearing some thrown together old thing with no accessories! My fashion career will be over!” She panics as a stallion walks up to a urinal a few feet away
>He hops onto the wall and relives himself, his dangling horse cock in clear sight of Rarity. Her face flushes bright red as she turns to you, “YOU BROUGHT ME TO THE STALLIONS BATHROOM?!?”
>Yelling at the top of her lungs, all the stallions stop what they’re doing and all focus on her.
>”Anon! They’re looking at me!” She whimpers
“Well YEAH, you fucking announced yourself to the world.”
>A stallion walks up to her and looks at her gash, “Whoa, that’s some cut, how’d ya get it?”
“Mosh pit.”
>”Haha! She’s lucky then, at the Apple Factory concert, I got 3 ribs broken, my nose, and my eye socket got loose from getting trampled on.”
>”Yes, yes, that’s swell, Anon, getmeouttahere!”
“What about the paramedics?”
>”We ditch them, I CANT be seen like this, I’d rather DIE!”
>”Whoa! Rock on!” He says before getting up to pee just inches away from Rarity
>Rarity looks away covering her eyes with her hooves “If I have to see one more salami!”
“Fine, Jesus, lets go.”
>Helping her up, you walk her out of the bathroom.

>At the free clinic, Rarity sits in a flimsy chair holding the pack of melting ice, while you talk to the nurse, an older bitter mare who chews on gum loudly even while you talk.
>”The patients name?”
“Umm, Aeris.”
>”And yours?”
“….Cloud.”
>*sigh* “Very well Mr. Cloud, it’ll be 50 bits, and the doctor will see you in a moment.”
>Walking over to Rarity and taking a seat, she lies back onto the chair and stares tiredly at the ceiling. “Cloud and Aeris huh?”
“You wouldn’t get it.”
>”So tell me, are ALL death medal concerts like that?”
“Yeah, most of the time, depends on who you go to, and how close you want to get to danger.”
>”This is going to probably going to need stitches.”
“Yup.”
>”It’ll leave a scar.”
“Oh yeah.”
>”I’ll have to make up a cover story.”
“Probably.”
>”We were having rough sex.”
“….whut?”
>”We were having rough sex, and I hit a wall.”
“Rarity, why the FUCK would you make a stupid ass story like that?”
>”Because…I’ll..need a reliable alibi…if I get “moshed the fuck out” again.” She says making quotes with her hooves before setting them to her side, “Ponies will get wise if I keep making different excuses.”
“Wait, you WANT to do this again.”
>”I wont lie, your ways are strange, but I did have fun. For a day, I was no longer the proper and pristine Rarity, fashion mare extraordinaire, but a simple unicorn mare who loves to drink, shout, and next time, beat the living hell out of any ponies unlucky enough to cross me in a moshed pit.”
“Tsk, wow..ok, since your game, there’s going to be another concert down at Las Pegasus in two weeks, if your up to it.”
>”I’ll bring some gauze.”

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