Equestria Girls Gone Wild!

Three young boys walked out of the dark theater into the bright foyer, talking and laughing. "Man, that was so wicked!" a short boy with pale skin and brown hair with a Trottingham accent said.

"Yeah, I wanna watch it again!" one of his friends agreed. "Hey Floss, where's your sis? She never came back."

The third boy, who had light blue skin and very light pink hair, frowned as he studied his phone. "I tried texting her but she's not answering," he said. "It's not like her to just take off. I mean, she didn't wanna come today, but she wouldn't just leave us. Besides, Mom'd kill her."

"She's probably around somewhere," the other boy said with a shrug. "You know girls, turn 'em loose in a mall and you don't see 'em for hours."

"Nah, Sugarcoat's not like—"

"Umm, excuse me?" a timid voice intruded. The boys looked up to see an unfamiliar girl approaching. She had light grey skin and long, straight grey hair which hung over one eye, and was dressed in a long black skirt and a heavy brown sweater. "Is...is one of you Candy Floss?"

"Yeah, that's me," Floss said. "Who are you?"

"Oh, umm...I'm Marble Pie, but...that's not important," the girl said. "I, umm...oh dear..." She fidgeted with her hands, her visible eye darting around, not making eye contact.

"Spit it out already! How'd you know my name? I'm not supposed to talk to strangers."

"Oh! Yes, that's—that's very good, you really shouldn't—" Marble shook her head. "Sorry. Umm. I have a message for you. Your sister Sugarcoat had to go to the hospital. She doesn't have her phone, and my sister's with her right now, so my sister asked me to, umm...to find you and tell you to call your mom." She handed Floss a piece of paper. "Give your mom this number and tell her to call right away, okay?"

Floss stared at her, slack-jawed. "The hospital?! What happened?!"

Marble paled and ducked her head, shrinking into herself. "It—don't worry. She'll be fine. Just...you should go home now. Yes." Her message delivered, Marble slinked away, disappearing into the people coming and going.

The three boys looked at each other in confusion. "So..."

Floss looked at the paper and swallowed, then called his mom.

* * * * *

Home alone with her tunes. Lemon Zest couldn't complain about how her Sunday was going so far. She danced around the empty house with her headphones on, dressed in comfy shorts and a light tank top, headbanging and air guitaring as she did light housework and raided the kitchen for snacks.

She was changing a light bulb in the laundry room when the back door unlocked and opened. She pursed her lips. Her parents were supposed to be out of town all day and wouldn't get back until late. Had they run into bad traffic or something?

Three masked men burst through the back door, the third slamming and locking it behind him. "Dude, what the fuck?" Lemon Zest cried, ripping off her headphones. The tallest of the three lunged at her; she twisted aside, and he skidded through the laundry room door into the kitchen, nearly crashing into the kitchen table. She wasn't so lucky with the shortest of the three, however, who tackled her into the wall. She cried out in pain as her shoulder took the brunt of the hit. Shortest grabbed her hair and pulled her to the floor, then grabbed her by the arm and half-dragged her into the kitchen. She struggled against him, but the third man roughly grabbed her hands and forced them behind her back. She felt handcuffs snap tightly into place around her wrists.

She wasn't about to go down without a fight. "Perplexa, call 911!" she yelled.

"Calling 911," the household smartspeaker replied. After a pause, it said, "Hmm. I can't seem to get a connection. Check to make sure—" The speaker went silent as Tallest found it and ripped its plug out of the wall.

Shortest and Third pulled Lemon to her feet and frog-marched her through the house, opening doors and looking into rooms as they went. She dragged her feet, struggled, and resisted as best she could. "Look, just...what are you after? Money? Jewelry? Electronics? What—"

After checking every door in the house, they stopped and began conversing with head nods and hand gestures, neither speaking. Tallest came along, holding a sharp knife he'd taken from the kitchen. The men wrestled Lemon into her parents' bedroom, where Tallest and Shortest held her still while Third slung a backpack off his back and started setting up a camera tripod. He positioned the tripod in a corner of the room, then mounted a camcorder to it. Once the red light on the camcorder lit, he nodded to the others.

"What are you guys doing?" Lemon demanded. "What—HEY!" She kicked out defiantly as Shortest put his hand up her shirt and seized her breast, kneading and squeezing. "PERVERT!"

Tallest grabbed the front of Lemon's shirt and cut it with the knife, careful to avoid cutting her skin. She gasped, going completely still, her eyes shrinking to pinpricks. Once he'd made a nice, rough cut halfway down the front, he tore the rest of the front open with a ripping sound, letting Lemon's tits bounce free in full view. Third walked over with a pair of heavy duty scissors and cut the straps, then pulled the destroyed shirt completely away and tossed it on the floor.

Lemon bit her lip and whimpered as the three men pawed and fondled her breasts. She tried to struggle against them, to find a gap to slip through to free herself, but they were careful to keep her from getting any leverage. "What are you—why—what kind of burglars are you guys?"

Shortest went to work on unbuttoning her shorts; working with Tallest, he pulled them and her panties down, being careful around her feet, as she was still trying to kick anything she could reach. Once her shorts and panties were on the floor, the three men hauled Lemon up onto the bed and propped her up against the headboard, spreading her legs open wide, giving the camera a full, unobstructed view of her pussy.

"You guys...aren't burglars, are you?" Lemon said in a shallow, hesitant shadow of her usual loud, boisterous voice. She looked wildly around at her captors as they moved around her, keeping her in place on the bed while pawing at her body. Tallest and Third held her legs spread open with one arm each, while taking turns rubbing her slit and sticking fingers in her asshole and pussy. She swallowed heavily, tears welling up in her eyes. "Oh God..."

The men spent some time rubbing and fingering her sex and ass and playing with her tits, then backed away to remove their pants. Each man's cock was stiff. They pulled her off the bed and wrangled her onto her knees on the floor between the bed and the camera, then stood in a loose circle around her, stroking their dicks, occasionally rubbing a hot length against her breasts or her face. Tallest took hold of her chin and turned her face toward him, probing at her lips with his dick. She resisted, trying to turn away, but he seized her face forcefully and pressed more insistently. Sniffling, she opened her mouth and took his tip in, obediently sucking on his cock as he thrust it into her mouth for a minute before pulling it out. Shortest was next to offer himself; Lemon's body rocked gently back and forth as she went to work on him. He pulled free, a long string of saliva connecting his dick to her lips for some seconds before breaking. Then, it was Third's turn to enter her mouth. Lemon closed her eyes as he thrust against the inside of her cheek, listlessly sucking and licking the invading cock.

The three men took turns making her lick and suck their dicks until each, in turn, came all over her face and tits, spattering her in a thick, slimy layer of jizz.

Tallest and Third pulled her up off the floor and walked her back over to the bed, where they bent her over the side, raising her ass as high as it would go while Shortest moved the camera around for a better angle. Lemon watched dully, eyes glazed, as Tallest lined up behind her, kneading her ass and rubbing the semi-firm tip of his shaft against her pussy lips. She felt him harden up, the heat pulsing through his rod as he took firm hold of her left hip and held her still. "Are—" Lemon began, coughing on some cum that had gotten into her mouth. "All three of you are gonna f—fuck me, right?" she finished with a hitching whimper. She'd never even kissed a boy before, let alone had one touch her. Sure, she flicked the bean sometimes—who didn't?—and she had a bit of a dirty imagination and maybe liked to check out porn on the Internet sometimes, but this was something she never in her wildest dreams imagined would be happening to her. Really, for real, happening.

A hot, sharp thrust spiked her sex as Tallest drove his cock into her virgin hole, half his length disappearing inside her in one go. Lemon choked out a wet gasp, eyes squeezed tightly shut as Tallest fucked her, driving her face into the soft bedspread with each thrust.

Third moved to stand in front of Lemon on the other side of the bed from Tallest, his own dick firming back up. He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her down and forward, holding her firmly by the upper arms. She looked up at him with wet, reddening eyes. He crammed his dick into her mouth; she muffled out cries of protest and pain around it as Tallest's hilting thrusts drove her forward into Third's groin while he pounded into her mouth with all his might, making her jaw ache and filling her mouth with a foul, slimy, salty taste like spoiled olives.

While Third and Tallest fucked her mouth and pussy, Shortest pushed something small, round, and hard into her anus, drawing out a muffled squeak of surprise. The foreign object began vibrating, sending confused ripples of sensation through Lemon's body. Her ass rippled and jiggled from the vibrator as Tallest kept pounding into her sex. She whimpered into Third's dick, her entire body shuddering.

Third was the first to come, filling Lemon's mouth with an explosion of hot, salty jizz. She coughed and spluttered as he pulled out, strings and beads of cum dribbling from his dick and her lips onto the bed. She coughed and retched, expelling as much of it as she could. She'd just gotten enough cum out of her mouth to take a clear breath when Tallest came inside her, the combined force of his climax and the vibrator very nearly bringing Lemon herself to orgasm. Shame flooded her being; was it okay to come from something like this? Her body desperately wanted release, but her mind and heart just wanted this to all be a nightmare she'd wake up from any minute.

When Tallest pulled out, Shortest rolled her over onto her side, lifting her right leg high into the air as he probed her wet, swollen slit with his cock. Lemon sniffled and whimpered as Shortest fucked her, hilting easily now that her pussy was well-lubricated. She cried out, squeezing her eyes shut, when his thrusts came faster and harder while Tallest played with her tits.

After Shortest came, he rolled Lemon over onto her back and spread her pussy wide with his fingers, letting his cum drool out of her for the camera. Her body shuddered and convulsed. Shortest pulled the vibrator out of her ass and left her lying there, the aftershock riding through her.

Lemon lay there like that for a couple of minutes before Tallest picked her up and Third lay down on his back on the bed. Tallest rolled Lemon on top of Third on her stomach, then climbed onto the foot of the bed and knelt behind her. He pulled her up onto her knees and, with Third's help, moved her to straddle Third's hips, ready to receive him. Lemon shuddered and braced herself as Third grabbed her hips and pulled her down, spearing her with his cock. She reflexively bore down on him, her pussy grinding into his shaft, taking all of him inside her.

Behind her, Tallest took hold of her ass and spread it, lifting her up as much as he could. Lemon felt the tip of his cock brush against her asshole and cried out in alarm. "Wait, what—!"

Lemon let out a high-pitched squeal of surprise and pain as Tallest buried his cock in her ass, stretching and pulling the tender, delicate flesh even as she bore down on Third's thrusting, hard shaft. "Stop...it hurts," she whimpered as Tallest fucked her virgin asshole while Third pounded her pussy. Her breathing came in ragged, wet, sniffling gasps as her body rocked from the twin pounding, her breasts shaking and jiggling and swaying.

Lemon's traitorous body decided enough was enough. She howled as a violent orgasm exploded through her, setting every nerve in her body on fire. Spurred on by her climax, the rapists pounded her faster and harder, urgently, desperate to come. And come they did, once more filling her pussy with a fresh load of cream, but also filling up her ass for the first time.

As the two men panted from their release, Shortest's phone let off a chime. He pulled it out and checked it, then made a frantic slashed-throat gesture to the other two before pulling his pants up and bustling around to shut down and pack up the camera. Tallest gave Lemon's ass a cheeky slap before he climbed down off the bed; Third unceremoniously shoved her off him and rolled to the edge. They hurriedly pulled up their pants; Tallest fished a key out of his pocket and unlocked Lemon's handcuffs before roughly pushing her onto the bed and leaving the room.

The three men quickly fled the house, slamming the back door behind them. Lemon made no move to follow; she lay on her parents' jizz-covered bed, rubbing the feeling back into her wrists, her heart racing. She stared up at the ceiling for a long time, the stench of cum and her own musk filling her nostrils, before she half-ran, half-stumbled into her parents' bathroom and doubled over the toilet to throw up.

* * * * *

Sugarcoat sat on an examination bed in the emergency room, wearing a hospital gown. She'd been cleaned up by a nurse and had an IV in, but otherwise sat resting comfortably, a pensive, studious frown on her face. Pinkie Pie sat with her, her pink hair limp and lank.

Pinkie finished up a phone call, then put her phone away. "Your mom's on the way," she said.

"Thank you," Sugarcoat said. She fell into an awkward silence for a moment. "You don't have to stay if—"

"I'm not leaving," Pinkie said firmly. "You need a friend like crazy right now, and I'm the craziest friend you could ever have!"

Sugarcoat smiled faintly. "Thanks," she said. She coughed. "Umm. Thanks again." She sighed. "You CHS girls are constantly saving us Crystal Preppers lately. It's getting embarrassing." She tapped her fingers on her lap for a second. "How's Twilight Sparkle doing at CHS?"

"She's doing great," Pinkie said. "She's really fitting in. We hang out a lot after school and stuff. I think she went to the beach with Sunset Shimmer and Rarity today actually." She smiled. "Were you worried about her?"

"A little," Sugarcoat said. "I think I'm the closest thing to a friend she had at Crystal Prep and I wasn't exactly nice to her. Like...ever." She adjusted her glasses.

"You should keep in touch with her," Pinkie said. "She'd be happy to have you as a friend."

"Maybe," Sugarcoat said.

They lapsed into awkward silence again. "So...how's Crystal Prep?" Pinkie asked after a few minutes of listening to the IV click and the pulse monitor beep.

Sugarcoat shrugged. "Kind of crazy right now. Principal Cinch is gone, Principal Cadance is getting settled in. The faculty's kind of divided right now. A lot of the teachers don't like Cadance's plan to change Crysal Prep. They're taking it out on us students with heavier homework loads and surprise tests."

"Gah," Pinkie said, making a face. "That sucks."

There was a knock on the door. A nurse peeked in. "Sugarcoat? There's a police detective who wants to ask you some questions."

Sugarcoat nodded. "Alright."

A woman in a smart navy suit entered, tapping away at a tablet. She looked at the two girls, her expression grave. "Miss Sugarcoat?" she asked. "I'm Detective Chase. I need some information about the assault."

Sugarcoat nodded. "There were two men, probably around my age. Their faces were covered, I didn't recognize them. They must have followed me into the restroom. They pulled me out of the toilet stall, stripped off my clothes, and raped me. I think they knew me personally, one of them called me by name." Pinkie stared at her with wide eyes, shuddering at the clinical, detached tone in which Sugarcoat described the attack.

Detective Chase frowned. "That's disturbing," she said. "Everything we found at the scene suggests this was premeditated. If you were targeted specifically instead of at random..." She shook her head and studied her tablet for a minute. Her frown turned into a scowl. "Do you know a young woman named Sunny Flare, by any chance?"

Sugarcoat blinked. "Yes, we're classmates."

"That's interesting. And troublesome. So you both attend...?"

"Crystal Prep Academy." Sugarcoat's brow furrowed. "Why?"

Detective Chase pressed her lips into a thin line. "I'm afraid I can't—"

"Was Sunny Flare raped too?" Pinkie asked.

Detective Chase grimaced. "I'm sorry, Miss—?"

"Pinkie Pie."

"Miss Pie. I'm afraid if you have no relation to this, you should—"

"She's my friend," Sugarcoat said. "She called for help and stayed with me." She adjusted her glasses. "She's right, isn't she? About Sunny Flare?"

Detective Chase sighed. "Yes," she said. "She was assaulted at a massage parlor."

Pinkie gasped. "By her masseur?"

"No," Detective Chase said. "The masseur was lured out to the parking lot and knocked unconscious. The receptionist was chloroformed and tied up. The assailant went into the treatment room and..." She closed her eyes and shook her head.

"Oh my God," Pinkie moaned.

Sugarcoat frowned. "Somebody's after Crystal Prep girls," she said.

"So whoever it is that...attacked you, attacked Sunny Flare too?" Pinkie said, face turning green.

"That's not the case," Detective Chase said. "Both attacks happened at almost exactly the same time."

Sugarcoat and Pinkie Pie stared at each other, eyes wide.

Pinkie's phone buzzed. She pulled it out and looked at the screen. She gasped. "Oh my God!"

"What is it?" Detective Chase asked.

Pinkie's hair went even more limp. "I just got a text from Sunset Shimmer," she said. "Twilight..." Her eyes were wide and haunted. "All it says is 'something awful just happened to Twilight, I'll fill you in later.'"

Detective Chase frowned, furiously tapping at her tablet. "Twilight...Sparkle?" she asked. "Because I'm seeing a report in the system that was just filed by her of sexual assault."

"No," Pinkie moaned.