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        “And how about her appearance?”
        “Oh, appearance?”  Rarity said.  “Of course, of course you’d want to know her appearance.  Well... she’s tall.  She has large blueish green eyes, very striking, particularly considering the how they contrast with her coat, which is black and white.  And her body is very shapely.  That really stands out.  She’s much like a pony, but subtly different.  Oh, she’s a beauty.  Very exotic and foreign.”
        “Foreign?  You mean she’s not from Equestria?”
        “Well, I’m not quite certain, I really don’t know her that well.  But I suppose not.  Come to think of it, she does have an accent.”
        “What country would you think that she’s from?”
        “Oh, I’m sure I don’t know, darling.  There’s just so many of them and they’re always changing names, I can’t be bothered to keep track. And yet, she’s ethnic...”
        “Can you be a little more specific please?”
        “Well, I’m trying think of the nice way to put it.  The way they do it in personal advertisements in the classifieds.  What’s that word... oh yes!  Nubian!  That’s it.  She’s Nubian.  That’s so charming.  So poetic.
        “Mmhmm, and what else can you tell me about her?  Any other way I might recognize her?”
        “Oh, yes, there’s her presence,” Rarity said.
        “Presence?”
        “Oh, yes.  She’s so mysterious.  So powerful, the way she carries herself.  She’s a mare who won’t let anybody stand in her way.  Oh, I’ve seen ponies get out of her way when she approaches.”
        “Would you say she frightens other ponies?”
        “I... I...,” Rarity’s eyebrow twitched.  “I don’t really know.  Perhaps.  Who am I to say?  Perhaps it’s that presence of hers.  Perhaps she rubs some people to wrong way.  Maybe she’s too aloof?  Maybe she carries her head to high?  Maybe she thinks too much of herself?”
        “Uppity?”
        “I suppose some might call it that,”  Rarity explained.  “I don’t know if I’d use that word myself.  I have nothing against those kinds of ponies, or whatever they are.  I consider some of them among my very best friends.”
        “Uh huh.  Any distinguishing attire?”
        “Oh, a cowl.  A dark and menacing cowl.  Quite an accoutrement if I say so!”
        “Menacing?  And what do you suppose she does for a living?”
        “I...,” again her eyelid twitched.  “I don’t know.  I’ve seen her... dig.”
        “Dig?”
        “In the middle of the road.”
        “Vandalism?”
        “Construction.  That must be what she does.  Yes.  Construction.  Excavation.  Road repair.”
        “Uh huh.  And where might we be able to find her?”
        “Well, of course I won’t give you her address,” Rarity said.  “All dates set up by the Carousel Dating Service are held in public and in safety, and no confidential information is shared without permission of the customer.  That said, she does live in the Everfree Forest.  She comes into town to shop occasionally.  Creates quite the stir when she does.”
        “A public disturbance?”
        “Is that what it’s officially called?  Yes, well, I suppose that sums it up. I saw her making her shopping rounds this morning.  She’ll likely be heading back to the forest soon.”
        “Alright, ma’am,” the royal guard said as he flipped his notebook closed.  “Thank you for your help.  That’s all the information I think we’ll need.  Boys?”  He turned to the rest of the guards, assembled behind him.  “Let’s get going so we can take care of business.”
        Zecora’s unshod hooves were growing sore from the long walk back to the Everfree Forest.  Shopping day.  She always loathed it.  Not for the long walks, the country side was beautiful, but for the way they treated her.  Things were getting better since Twilight and her friends had met her, sure.  At least she could shop.  Ponies weren’t locking their doors in her face and shuttering their windows.  Now?  Now they looked the other way when they saw her coming.  They pretended that she wasn’t even there.  They would look through her, as if she were invisible.  Never smiling at her, never greeting her or nodding at her or acknowledging her presence.  Zecora wasn’t really sure if that was all that much better after all.  Sometimes it would make her furious.  Other days it would bring her close to tears.  Most days, all she could do was just try to get through it, do her shopping, and then get back home to the forest.  She had to just take it one day at a time.  
        The dark edge of the Everfree Forest loomed before her.  It was odd, Zecora thought.  Unfortunate.  The Everfree Forest was filled with dangers both magical and monstrous.  Zecora had no problem dealing with any of them.  If anything, they had learned to be afraid of her.  The ponies of Ponyville?  They were a different matter.  They broke her heart.
        Zecora was just passing below the canopy of the forest.  She was lost in thought; her head bent down.  A hoof stepped out from behind a tree.  Zecora nearly jumped into the air from fright and let out a little startled shriek.  Then she let out a long sigh of relief.  She had let her guard down and was distracted, always a bad idea when entering the forest.
        It was a pony.  A tall, white pony stallion.  He was very muscular and wore a golden helmet on the top of his head.  He was a royal guard.  “I’m so relieved by the sight I see,  it was only a pony behind that tree,” she said with a big friendly smile on her face.  The guard didn’t smile back.  His face looked very grim indeed as he approached her.  Perhaps, she thought, he’s in the forest on some kind of official business, maybe something dangerous.  Maybe she could help.  “Good day, officer,” she said.  “Can I help you, sir?  You appear on duty, if I may infer.”
        The guard drew closer still, close enough to make her feel uncomfortable.  He was right in her face.  She still had a big smile, but it was hard to maintain.  He was staring her down, and she was beginning to sweat.  Her ears twitched at a new sound.  There were more ponies coming out from behind the trees.  Three, four, five.  All stallions. They had her surrounded.  They were behind her.  Now the smile really did drop.  Her hooves shuffled nervously.  She looked at one, and then another, then another as she started to turn.
        “You really want to help us out?” the first guard spoke.  Zecora wheeled around to look at him, but all she saw was the flying, shod hoof that clocked her right in the face.  Zecora went down and crashed into the dust.  She let out a short guttural scream in both surprise and in pain.  Several teeth were knocked loose.  Her vision reeled.  “You can help us by staying the fuck out of Ponyville,” he said.  The other guards chuckled.
        “You can help us by not harassing the good, wholesome ponies,” the first guard said.  Another one kicked her, in the flank.  Her whole body shook.
        “You can help us by not tearing up the god damn road.”  Another kick, in the other flank.  
        “You can help us by scaring any more ponies.”  A fourth kick, by a fourth guard.  He kicked her in the ribs.  It knocked the breath out of her.  She struggled to regain her breath.
        The first guard, their commander, he bent over and lowered his face to hers.  She looked up at him.  Big, round, clear tears streamed down off of her face.  “We had a complaint, you know.  Some nice pretty mare in town called us out.  She told us what you’ve been doing to them.  So you really want to help us out?  What you can do,” he said, “is not show your ugly face in Ponyville again, you uppity zebra bitch.”  
        She spat in his face.  It landed right between his eyes.  It was tinged pink from blood.  Again, the guards chuckled.  It wasn’t the reaction she had expected.  The officer stood up and wiped it from his face.  “Well, shit, boys,” he looked around at the other guards.  “I guess she wants it the hard way.”  More chuckles.  “Sergeant Buttercup?”
        “Yeah, boss?” Buttercup asked.
        “I think it’s your turn.  Why don’t you give it to her the hard way.”
        “Sure thing, boss,” he grinned.  Zecora turned around and looked at Buttercup.  Through the wavy vision of her tear-clouded eyes, she could see the large pink erection waving from beneath his body as he approached.
        “No!” she turned away and tried to get up.  “NO!”  The other guards rushed forward and pinned down her shoulders with their hooves.  And then Buttercup was on top of her, forcing her down.  There was a brief tussle as she struggled against the hooves.  Then, before she could even think, he shoved it in.  She let out a long, ragged, choking moan.  There was no lubricant, natural or otherwise, but that didn’t even slow him down.  It was a stabbing pain, a burning, tearing, awful pain.  Zecora let out one more sob and then grew silent.  The other guards let go with their hooves.  Buttercup didn’t need their help anymore.
        He made a quick, angry work of it.  He only used her body for his own greedy needs, a horrible form of masturbation.  Watching her cry was what finally did it for him.  He came and shot his load inside of her.  He grunted a few times as he caught his breath.  “Stay the fuck away from Ponyville, bitch,” he said into her ear.  Then he got up and pulled it out of her.  Blood and semen fell onto the forest floor.
        She would.  She would do anything that they wanted.  She would go back to her home country if they told her too.  Anything at all, if they would just leave her alone.  She was broken.  But they weren’t finished.
        The second one mounted her.  She didn’t know his name.  She didn’t know why he was doing this.  He was indistinguishable from the first.  Except for the fact that he took longer.  The others started to shout at him.  “Hurry up!” they’d say, “It’s my turn!”  He’d yell back at them.  Talking to them, as if having a conversation with them on one level while raping her on another.  As if she weren’t even a living, feeling thing.  At this point, she didn’t even feel like one herself.  
        He came, and then the third one climbed on.  This one mocked her.  Unlike the last, he talked directly to her. He rhymed.  The others laughed so hard, they were rolling around on the forest floor.  “You like my cock, dontcha bitch?  I know how to scratch that deep dirty itch.”  That one had them howling.  “I once knew a zebra from Nubia, who took all the cocks without lube-ia,  she’s one ugly lass, but I came in her ass, and she still wanted to suck on my tube-ia.”  The others stood up to applaud.  “Thank you, thank you,” he nodded at them as still he pumped himself into her.  Their adulation is what got him off, and he dismounted her.
        The fourth took his time to get around to her.  She was laying on the ground for long minutes without any of them holding her down.  They didn’t need to any more.  She wasn’t going anywhere.  He approached her from behind.  “Holy shit,” he said as he looked at her, “You guys made a fucking mess.  I’m going first next time.”  He mounted her.  And then he was done.  Zecora didn’t know how long he took.  Time passed strangely now.
        And then the fifth.  The officer.  He approached her from the front.  She looked up at him.  “Don’t look me in the eye, you stuck-up bitch!” he bellowed down at her.  She quickly lowered her eyes.  She watched as his long, pink erection slowly lowered itself out of his sheath.  “Hey,” he said.  “Hey, up here,” he had her look up into his eyes again.  “I’m only going to say this once.  If you bite me... I will kill you.  I’ll stomp your fucking head in.  Now, do we have an understanding?”  She nodded up at him, big tears falling in the dust of the trail.  “Good,” he said.
        Then he mounted her, backwards.  He shoved the head of his cock between her lips and then far down her throat.  She didn’t bite him.  No, she strained to keep her jaw as wide as possible while he thrusted himself in and out.  Her jaw hurt.  She struggled to breath as he made no consideration of her.  He came in her mouth, and when he pulled out she swallowed without being told to.  She thought that’s what he wanted.  
        If he was pleased, he didn’t make any indication of it.  The other guards started to walk away.  He spat in her eye.  “Stay away from Ponyville, you uppity zebra whore.”  Then he left.  
        Zecora laid there and shook.  She didn’t move as they walked off into the distance and disappeared from view.  She didn’t make a peep.  She didn’t cry out, or moan.  She only laid in the dust as the tears poured down her face.  She had known rape gangs before.  They existed in her home country.  They had raped her sisters and mother.  They had killed her brothers and father, hacking them to pieces with machetes.  She had always run away.  That was why she had escaped to Equestria, where they couldn’t find her.  She couldn’t escape them.  They had founnd her.