Equestria Girls Gone Wild!

Pinkie Pie and Sugarcoat stared in slack-jawed horror at Detective Chase. "Not Twilight too," Sugarcoat said hoarsely. "It...it can't be. She left Crystal Prep. Why?"

Pinkie squirmed in her seat. "Twilight..."

Detective Chase frowned. "This Twilight Sparkle is a former Crystal Prep student?"

"She transferred to Canterlot High about six weeks ago," Sugarcoat said.

Pinkie grabbed at her hair, made a keening sound, then pulled her phone out. She fidgeted impatiently as she made a call and waited for the other party to pick up. "Sunset! What happened? Tell me everything!" A pause. "Sunset, it's important! I need to know right now! I'm—" She hesitated, then glanced at Sugarcoat. Sugarcoat frowned, but nodded. "I'm at the hospital with Sugarcoat, she just got raped at the mall! And the detective lady we're with right now says Sunny Flare got raped today too! Is Twilight—" She paused, listening. She frowned in confusion. "Uh-huh. Huh. Really?" She let out a sigh of relief. "Okay, that's...okay. Whew. I mean, that's still awful, but it's not as bad..." She shook her head. "Don't let her out of your sight, okay? Something weird's going on here." She hung up, then bit her lip as she looked at the other two women in the room.

"What happened to Twilight?" Sugarcoat asked urgently.

"Well, she wasn't...I mean, they didn't do to her what they did to you apparently," Pinkie said. "Sounds like all that happened was this one guy walked up to her on the beach and jizzed all over her face while this other guy recorded it on his phone. Then they took off."

Detective Chase grimaced. "That's disgusting."

"So anyway, apparently Twilight's okay besides just being really really grossed out, but..." Pinkie bit her lip.

Sugarcoat frowned, adjusting her glasses. "Twilight Sparkle, Sunny Flare, and myself," she said slowly. Her eyes widened suddenly. "Wait."

Pinkie gasped. "Oh my gosh, do you think—?"

"What?" Detective Chase asked. "Did you think of something, some connection?"

"Yeah," Sugarcoat said. "And if I'm right, then they'll also go after Lemon Zest, Sour Sweet, and Indigo Zap..."

* * * * *

Sour Sweet struggled against her bonds and screamed muffled curse words through the ball gag in her mouth.

She was tied, naked, to an appliance dolly in what she figured to be a moving van, given the box-like shape of the small metal room and lack of windows. Her ankles and wrists were secured to the dolly with nylon cable ties. A couple of LED camp lanterns flooded the van with harsh light. Two masked men were in the van with her; a folding table had been set up at the back, with a number of different things laid out on it that were probably meant for her. In front of her was a mounted camcorder, its red light shining steadily. Behind the camcorder, a tall mirror had been placed directly opposite Sour Sweet, allowing her a full view of her predicament. As a nice fat cherry on top, her bladder was full to bursting, and she was barely holding it in.

She had no idea how she'd ended up this way. She couldn't remember anything since going to sleep the night before. She'd woken up already tied up, and as soon as she'd started screaming and swearing they'd gagged her.

The two men fondled her naked body as she struggled and swore at them. She flinched and hissed when one of them probed at her sex, forcing a finger past her outer lips and scratching at her inner folds. She squirmed, eyes squeezing shut, straining to keep her bladder from exploding. The finger inside her wormed and wriggled around, enticing her sensitive pussy, setting her body on fire and bringing the pressure on her bladder to a peak.

With a strained whimper, Sour Sweet lost control. The man fingering her jumped back and let out a cry of surprise and disgust as she pissed all over the floor of the van, urine splashing down her thighs and running down her legs even as a steady stream flowed out into the center of the van, a puddle of pee spreading. A furious blush rose to her cheeks; she turned away from the mirror on the other end, embarrassed and ashamed.

"Fuck!" one of the men spat. "What the fuck?!"

"Clean it up," the other said gruffly. The two men grabbed grimy towels and went to work wiping up the puddle on the floor and cleaning off her legs.

"Do we edit this out?" one whispered as they worked.

The other paused. "Just this part," he said. "Leave the peeing in, she'll never live that down."

Sour Sweet went still. She knew that voice. She stared in disbelief at the one who had just spoken.

*Royal Pin?!*

* * * * *

Sunset Shimmer stared at her phone in mute horror, her mind racing to catch up with what Pinkie Pie had reported. "Oh my god what?!" she cried.

"What?" Twilight asked anxiously. The three girls were crowded together in the back of a half-empty bus, on their way to Twilight's place.

Sunset looked like she was about to be sick. "Umm." She couldn't quite meet Twilight's eyes, and she felt like the world was spinning out of control. "Pinkie's with Sugarcoat. Sugarcoat just..." She grimaced, leaning close so as not to be overheard by the rest of the bus. "Sugarcoat was just raped."

Rarity gasped dramatically, her hands flying to her face. Twilight's eyes shrank to pinpricks behind her glasses. "Wh-what?!"

"Apparently, so was Sunny Flare," Sunset added with a grimace.

"Oh my god," Twilight whispered, face draining of color.

"This...this can't be happening, right?" Rarity asked shakily. "It just simply can't be happening!"

Twilight sat still for a long moment, thinking furiously. Taking a deep, hitching breath, she pulled out her phone and placed a call. "Hello, Dean Cadance? Sorry bother you, but..."

* * * * *

All the pee had been cleaned up. After realizing one of her assailants was a fellow student, Sour Sweet had tried to determine the identity of the other, but neither had spoken again, and the masks and caps made it hard to figure out anything.

The two of them were back at it, fondling her breasts and ass, groping and fingering her pussy. She quit struggling against her bonds and settled for glaring hatefully at them.

Royal Pin walked over to an ice chest off to the side and bent over it for a minute, then came out with two wrapped popsicles. He handed one to Other Guy, and they unwrapped them. Sour Sweet watched them anxiously. Other Guy walked behind her, while Pin crouched down next to her. She stiffened, letting out a strangled gasp, as he rubbed the tip of the cherry popsicle against her swollen, hot slit. She felt Other Guy's hand roughly prying her ass cheeks apart, then made a high-pitched, ungainly squawk as the other popsicle came in contact with her pucker. They teased her for a minute, the ice cold popsicles brushing against her sensitive areas. Pin then spread her pussy open and pushed the popsicle into her. She let out a sharp, strangled yelp through her gag, her entire body going rigid. Her eyes rolled back in her head as Pin slowly pumped the popsicle in and out of her sex.

Then, she screamed shrilly as Other Guy shoved his popsicle right on up her asshole.

Sour Sweet screamed again and again as the freezing cold popsicle went up her ass straight to the stick before being slowly dragged out again. Pin, meanwhile, continued diddling her sex with the other popsicle, which trailed sticky, syrupy strands of melting cherry ice with each thrust. Spikes of icy heat jolted up her spine again and again as the two men worked her sensitive holes over with the icy treats. As the popsicles slowly melted, thin trickles of sticky, syrupy popsicle dribbled down her thighs, mixed with her own wetness.

Once the popsicles had melted too much to be of any further use, the two men pulled them out and tossed the sticks into a small wastepaper basket. Sour Sweet sagged as much as her bonds would allow, bowing her head and breathing raggedly. It shamed and embarrassed her to admit that this weird, kinky, abusive torture was starting to turn her on. She wondered if they were just going to keep sticking random things up her ass and snatch, or if they planned to actually rape her at some point. Anticipation filled her being, and her already wet, hot sex got hotter and damper.

Royal Pin and his friend, whoever he was, were both going to die for this. Slowly, painfully. Sour Sweet let a dozen different revenge scenarios play out in her mind as she waited for the duo to do whatever they were going to do next.

The dolly suddenly tipped backwards, giving Sour Sweet a momentary wave of vertigo before coming to a sudden stop at an angle. She glanced down the length of the van to the mirror to see a second, smaller set of wheels on a tripod holding the dolly in a tilted position; Other Guy knelt down and locked the wheels while Pin untied her right ankle and pushed her foot up and in, forcing her knee to bend and her thigh to pivot outward. Once her leg was pushed up as high as it would go and her heel was practically touching her thigh, he strapped her ankle to the dolly again, then repeated the process on the other side. Now, the soles of Sour Sweet's feet were facing each other, pointing away from her body. It was an uncomfortable position, and she grimaced around her gag, muffling out protests.

Pin dropped his pants and pressed his stiff dick between the soles of Sour Sweet's feet. Taking hold of her feet to keep them pressed together around his shaft, he thrust insistently into them, grunting loudly with each greedy pump. Sour Sweet watched in disgust and fascination as Pin fucked her feet; when he came, it went all over her feet and legs, some even landing on her stomach.

Pin stepped aside, and Other Guy came up beside Sour Sweet, holding a massive, knobbly dildo. Sour Sweet stared at it in horrified fascination; it was almost as big as her forearm! She shook her head and whimpered pitifully as Other Guy pushed its mammoth tip into her sex, then, with a grunt of effort, slowly shoved its girthy length up her pussy. It barely fit halfway; Sour Sweet cried out, tears spilling from her eyes as blood trickled from her sex. Other Guy flicked a switch on the base of the giant dildo, and it began pulsing and wriggling inside her. Her eyes flew open wide, and strangled cries ripped through her throat, muted by the gag. Pin then came over and unfastened her gag, pulling it away. She cried out, her screams ragged and phlegmy, again and again as Other Guy manipulated the throbbing, questing dildo inside her. Pin went over to the table and came back with a smaller dildo; grabbing hold of Sour Sweet's ponytail and pulling her head back, he forced the second dildo into her screaming mouth, pumping it furiously against the back of her throat. She nearly choked on it; she squeezed her eyes shut against the pain, whimpering as the two men worked her over with the toys.

Finally, Other Guy turned off the vibrator and pulled the giant dildo out of her pussy with a wet, slurping pop. Pin stopped mouth-fucking her with the other dildo and threw it on the floor, then ratcheted the dolly back up to a standing position. Other Guy picked up the dildo and took both of them over to the folding table, then came back with a leather dog collar and leash.

Sour Sweet stared at him. "You've got to be kidding me," she rasped hoarsely, throat sore from all the screaming and mouth-fucking. In response, Other Guy fastened the collar around her neck, just tight enough to be uncomfortable, and attached the leash to it while Royal Pin started untying her.

"I just want you both to know," Sour Sweet said in her most syrupy tone, "I'm going to kill you both as painfully and slowly as I can and I'm going to enjoy every second of it!" She gasped and winced as Other Guy tugged sharply on the leash.

* * * * *

"You really think this has something to do with the Friendship Games?" Pinkie cried.

"It would explain Twilight being attacked too," Sugarcoat said. "And it fits with my attackers knowing me." She scowled. "It's been weeks since then, they could've been planning this for a while now."

"I'm sorry, the Friendship Games?" Detective Chase asked.

"It's this thing between CHS and Crystal Prep," Pinkie explained. "Crystal Prep usually wins hands down, but things went a little crazy this time and, well, the games ended in a draw and Crystal Prep's principal kind of had a meltdown and now she's not principal anymore."

"Sunny Flare and Twilight were on the Crystal Prep team," Sugarcoat said. "So was I."

"I see," Detective Chase said. "And the other girls you named, they were on the team as well?"

Sugarcoat nodded. "They were the rest of the top six."

Pinkie shook her head. "This is so wrong," she moaned.

Detective Chase grimaced. "I'll take care of the rest," she said. "You rest up. If I need anything else, I'll be in touch." She stood and left. A minute later, the door opened again, and a frantic woman rushed in, hurrying over to Sugarcoat's side and wrapping her up in a hug.

"Oh my baby," Sugarcoat's mom choked out. "Oh god, why did this happen to you?"

Pinkie Pie stood up. "Umm...I think that's my cue to go," she said. "I've got stuff to do. Call me, okay?"

Sugarcoat nodded. "Thank you, Pinkie Pie. For everything."

Pinkie smiled wanly, then left.

* * * * *

Now on her hands and knees in the middle of the van, Sour Sweet glared hatefully into the camera. "If you're watching this, I just want you to know what a complete and total sick asshole you are," she snarled. "Is this really what you do with your life? Sit around watching teenage girls get raped and violated while you jack off until your whole room smells like cum? Your momma must be sooo proud of you!" Royal Pin gave her leash a bored tug, and she shut up. Other Guy knelt behind her, naked from the waist down, and grabbed her ass, raising it into the air. She hissed and sucked in a sharp breath as he fucked her. There was no build-up, no tease, no anticipation, just rough, careless fucking that sent shudders though her body, rocking her forward on her hands and knees. Pin crouched down beside her and fondled her jiggling, swaying tits while Other Guy fucked her. She looked up at Pin; between ragged gasps and sucking in air, she asked, "Why, Royal Pin? Why are you doing this?"

Pin paused in fondling her, then pulled out his phone and started typing something on it one-handed. After a minute, he showed it to Sour Sweet.

Her eyes widened. "WHAT?!" she screeched, now completely ignoring the rough pounding she was taking. "But that—! What happened at the Games has nothing to do with me, it was all—!"

Other Guy spoke up, his voice deep and gruff. "Everyone who soils the reputation of Crystal Prep must be punished," he said, punctuating each word with a hard, fast, hilting thrust into her pussy.

Sour Sweet's eyes widened. She looked back over her shoulder at Other Guy, the blood draining from her face. "Professor Wind Rider?!"

"We're going to have a lot of editing to do on this video," Royal Pin said in a bored tone.

Wind Rider grunted. "We were supposed to do this without talking or giving our identities away," he said.

"Yeah, you should've known that'd be impossible when we drew Sour Sweet," Royal Pin said. "There's only so far you can ignore this bipolar bitch."

Wind Rider grunted heavily and rapidly as he came inside Sour Sweet. "Well then, your family's just going to have to buy us out of this," he said snidely. "Go ahead, it's your turn," he added as he stood up and backed away, letting Royal Pin take his place behind Sour Sweet.

Sour Sweet looked back over her shoulder as Royal Pin knelt behind her. "I hope you really enjoy this," she said sweetly. "Because this is the last time you'll ever touch a woman!"

Royal Pin chuckled. "Oh, Sour Sweet," he said as he lined his twitching cock up with her slit. "If I wanted, I could make you my bitch forever."

"You've got about twenty minutes," Wind Rider said as he lit a cigarette and puffed on it. "We need to dump this bitch and get rid of the truck." With that, he headed over to the van's roll door and lifted it. Sunlight flooded the inside of the truck for a minute before Wind Rider climbed out and closed the door again, locking it down.

Royal Pin slowly thrust into Sour Sweet, burying himself deep inside her before drawing back and starting to pump her. She braced herself on her arms, which shuddered with the vibrations of the truck as the engine started. Everything shifted and swayed; both Pin and Sour Sweet had to struggle to keep their balance as the van made a wide turn. Even so, Pin kept fucking her. Sour Sweet bowed her head and clenched her teeth, eyes squeezed tightly shut, as Pin pounded insistently into her, spurred on by the urgency and danger. Between the pounding she'd already taken, Pin's insistent hilting, the vibrations of the truck, and her own boiling anger, Sour Sweet reached her limit. She let out an animalistic screech as her body clamped down on Pin's cock and convulsed violently, powerful waves of orgasmic frenzy ripping through every cell, her cum gushing out all over the floor of the van, bathing herself and Pin in heady musk. This spurred him on; in less than a minute, he came too, bursting inside her and filling her up with his seed. They both collapsed to the floor, rolling and swaying with the motion of the van.

Some time later, the van came to a stop. Pin's phone beeped. He scrabbled for it, read it, then stood up and hurriedly pulled his pants up. He turned the camera off, then grabbed Sour Sweet's leash and hauled her to her feet. "Well, it's been fun," he said, "but this is where we say goodbye for today."

Sour Sweet spat in his face. "Bastard."

Pin slapped her, then dragged her over to the door of the van, which rolled up from outside. Wind Rider was there; he gave Pin the all-clear sign, and together, they manhandled Sour Sweet out of the van and bodily threw her, none too gently, into what she recognized all too well as her own front yard. As soon as she hit the grass, the two men locked down the van, jumped into the cab, and sped away.

Sour Sweet lay on her back in the grass of the yard she'd played in as a child, aching all over, sticky and sweaty and filthy.

Somebody next door screamed.