Equestria Girls Gone Wild!

Mi Amore Cadenza, newly-appointed Principal of Crystal Prep Academy, rarely found a few minutes to just relax since assuming her new job. She was looking forward to a nice, quiet Sunday afternoon with nothing to do but watch a little TV.

She'd just settled into her living room sofa and started up Streamflix to find something to watch when her phone rang. Sighing, she put down the remote and picked up her phone. She smiled when she saw the caller was Twilight Sparkle, one of her favorite (former) students. Hitting the green pad, she put the phone to her ear. "Hey Twilight, what's up?"

A minute later, all cheer drained from Cadance, and the smile dropped from her face, which went pale and ashen. "WHAT?!" She covered her mouth with one well-manicured hand. "Oh my God," she said. "Are you su—" She stood and began pacing. "Tell me everything you know." She listened for a long moment, playing with loose strands of her hair. "Alright. I—are you okay? ...Okay. Stay with your friends. Don't...don't go anywhere by yourself. And you say you know for sure Sunny Flare and Sugarcoat were—yes. Oh God, this..." She took a deep breath. "Thank you for calling me. I'll check on the other girls from the Friendship Games."

As soon as she hung up, she raced over to her desk and opened her laptop, connecting to the school's administrative server. She quickly scanned through the records to find the numbers she needed to call.

She first tried Indigo Zap's mobile. When there was no answer, she left a hasty text, then tried Sour Sweet's mobile, followed by Lemon Zest's.

She was just about to disconnect after several rings when Lemon Zest answered. She sounded hesitant, shaken. "Principal Cadance?"

"Lemon Zest, thank God. Listen, are you—I mean, has anything..." She took a breath. "Are you alright? Where are you?"

There was a long, hesitant pause. "I'm home," Lemon Zest said quietly. "I'm home alone."

"Good," Cadance said, releasing a breath. "Listen, don't go anywhere, don't open the door for anyone, and if anything, I mean anything happens that's out of the ordinary, you call the police, okay?"

Lemon didn't answer for a long time. Just as Cadance thought maybe she'd disconnected or the call dropped, she heard a sniffle. "Lemon? Are you okay?"

The sniffle evolved into choked sobbing. "They...they c-came inside me...so many times," Lemon whimpered. "A-Am I...gonna get p-puh-p—"

Cadance felt her heart drop into the pit of her stomach. "What happened?" she asked quietly, her voice barely above a hoarse whisper. "Lemon? Were you...were you raped?"

"Y-yeah."

"Oh God," Cadance moaned, closing her eyes. "I'm on my way over right now," she said firmly. "I'll call the police on the way. Stay put, alright?"

"'kay."

Cadance disconnected, let out a curse, got Lemon Zest's home address from the server, then grabbed her keys and her wallet, stepped into some battered old tennis shoes by the back door, and in less than a minute was on the road, already connecting with police dispatch as she raced through the streets of Canterlot City.

* * * * *

As soon as her next-door neighbor had started screaming bloody murder, doors opened all up and down the street, heads peeking out curiously. Sour Sweet bit off a curse and forced herself to her feet, running in a kind of awkward, hunched-over duck-walk to the front door, where she hammered on the door with her fists and pounded on the doorbell repeatedly. "OPEN THE DOOR! DAMMIT, LET ME IN!"

The door flew open, and her dad started to say something, then stopped, taking a long look at her. "WHAT THE HELL?!"

"Out of the way, I don't want the whole fucking block seeing this!" Sour Sweet said, pushing past her dad and running to the bathroom. "Call the police!"

Her dad pounded up the hall, stopping outside the door just as she slammed it shut. "Where have you been? We couldn't find you anywhere all day, and your phone was in your bedroom—"

The door opened a crack. "Professor Wind Rider and Royal Pin from school kidnapped me and raped me," she snarled. "Now do you mind if I take a shower to get all this fucking cum off me?"

Her dad went pale. "Oh my god," he said. "Are you serious?"

"No, I just like running around naked in public making it look like I got raped by a couple of sick perverts," Sour Sweet cooed. "Of course I'm serious!" she continued in her snappish voice. "Call. The. Cops!" With that, she slammed the door; the shower started up. Her dad stepped numbly away from the door and grabbed his phone.

* * * * *

Cadance pulled up to the house at the same time as a police cruiser arrived. She killed the engine and got out, then walked up to the officer who got out of the car. "One of my students was just raped," she said briskly. "She's home alone. They must've broken in and attacked her."

The officer grimaced. "Lot of that going around today," he said. "Can I get your name for the report?"

"Mi Amore Cadenza," Cadance said. "I'm the Principal of Crystal Prep Academy."

The officer nodded. "Alright. Paramedics are on the way, but do you want to go in and...and help the girl clean herself up first?"

"Yes," Cadance said firmly.

"Alright, while you do that, we'll have a look around the house." He nodded to his partner, who had just gotten out of the car. Together, the three of them headed for the front door. Cadance rang the bell.

"Lemon Zest?" she called out. "It's Principal Cadance. I'm here with some police officers. They're going to have a look around while I...while I take care of you, alright?"

The door unlocked and swung open slightly. Cadance frowned, looked back at the officers, then pushed the door open and stepped inside.

Lemon Zest stood dejectedly in the foyer, her hair hanging limp in her face. Cadance gasped in horror as she looked the girl up and down. She was naked, and various bruises were blossoming on her shoulders, arms, and thighs. Congealed, crusty bodily fluids covered her face, abdomen, crotch, and legs. "Oh fuck," Cadance whispered, eyes wide. "Oh f—Lemon, honey, I am so sorry," she whispered.

The two officers entered; Lemon flinched away as they hovered behind Cadance. "Holy shit," the first officer Cadance had spoken to said.

"Damn," the other agreed. "Take her in the bathroom and clean her up, the paramedics are on the way."

"Wait," the first said, grimacing. "We need to...I mean, we don't want to, but we have to document...this...for evidence."

Cadance winced, but nodded, guiding Lemon into the center of the hall. The officers grimly took pictures of her abused body, making no comment, then began roaming around the house, inspecting everything. Cadance led Lemon Zest down the other hall, searching for the bathroom. Once she found it, she guided Lemon inside and sat her down on the toilet while she filled the tub with warm water. "Where are your parents?" she asked.

"Out of town," Lemon said. "They went to an antique show in Trotsdale." She wrapped her arms around herself and shivered. "I came," she whispered.

"I'm sorry?" Cadance asked as she rummaged around for soap, shampoo, and washcloths.

"They...they kept f-fucking me and...and I c-came..."

Cadance sighed. "That doesn't mean you liked it or that you're a dirty girl," she said patiently. "It's just how your body reacted to what was happening. Don't think about it."

"Okay," Lemon said.

"How many were there?" Cadance asked.

"Three," Lemon said.

Cadance let out a string of profanities. "And they just broke in?"

"I think they found the hide-a-key," Lemon said. "They unlocked the back door. I thought it was Mom and Dad coming back early, I—"

"Shh, it's okay," Cadance said soothingly. "Come on, let's get you into the water, get all this off of you...that's a good girl..."

One of the officers knocked on the bathroom door and opened it just a crack, not enough to see inside. "No sign of forced entry," he reported.

"She says they used a spare key to the back door," Cadance said. She paused, then added, "Officer, can you have somebody check on two other girls for me? I tried getting in touch with two of my students before this and they weren't answering their mobiles, but I never got around to trying their home phones because I had to hurry over here."

"You think there's more?!" the officer replied.

Cadance grimaced. "I hope not, but at this point..." She sighed. "Their names are Sour Sweet and Indigo Zap. Hurry, please."

"Right away, ma'am."

Lemon turned her gaze to Cadance. "Sour Sweet and Indigo?" she asked.

Cadance busied herself with lathering a rag and scrubbing Lemon's face and shoulders. "You just worry about yourself right now," she said.

"N-no, it's...what's going on? I...I want to know."

Cadance sighed. "You're the fourth girl that's turned up sexually assaulted today," she said. "All from the Crystal Prep team from the Friendship Games. You're the third one that's been raped. Twilight Sparkle had an...incident...at the beach, but nothing like what happened to you."

Lemon Zest gasped. "S-so Sunny Flare and...and Sugarcoat...?"

"Yes," Cadance said.

Lemon bowed her head. "Why?" she asked. "Why did this happen?"

"I don't know," Cadance said. "But we'll find these bastards. They'll pay for this."

* * * * *

Indigo Zap's cheeks bulged with the girth of the cock pounding into her mouth. Her sprint coach's hands were fisted in her hair as he fucked her mouth hard and fast.

She'd figured out it was her sprint coach raping her pretty early on; she still had no idea who the other three guys were, but if she had to guess, they were Crystal Prep students.

She had been at the school track at nine in the morning to work out. She'd run laps, then headed back to the locker room to cool down and get a drink. They'd been waiting for her, and had dogpiled her and stripped her naked before she knew what was going on. She'd fought back, of course, cursing and biting and kicking and punching, but in the end, they'd overpowered her.

That had been four hours ago. She knew because the steeple clock had just chimed the half hour.

Presently, she lay naked on a bench in the locker room, bruised and scratched up and covered in drying cum. The group working her over right now wasn't the same group that had been there at the start; aside from Coach Cumulus, the masked men present had been leaving periodically, with others in different clothes coming in at various times and joining in on the gangbang. Indigo ached all over, reeked of the sweat and seed of she no longer even knew how many men, and had long since lost the will to resist, or even to cry as they violated her again and again.

One man straddled her chest and plopped his dick right between her breasts, mashing them together and pumping insistently into them. Her body juddered beneath him, her legs twitching feebly. Another had taken hold of her left hand and was using it to jerk himself off, while the fourth was rubbing himself off on her left foot.

Coach Cumulus came in her mouth again; she coughed and choked as his dick flopped slimily out of her mouth like some kind of grotesque slug, followed by a mix of saliva and cum that pooled out onto the locker room floor. The guy on her chest came next, adding more jizz to a growing collection. Once he staggered away, the two using her hand and foot flipped her over onto her stomach and knelt on either end of her, fucking her hard and fast in her ass and mouth. Her eyes were clouded and dull as she endured it, jerking helplessly between them.

* * * * *

The emergency room of Canterlot General Hospital was in a state of uproar. Nobody on staff could remember ever having a day quite like this.

Quite against established hospital procedures, four girls sat huddled miserably together in one of the treatment rooms, which had been sequestered for privacy by the police. Detective Chase and Principal Cadance were with the girls, who had all been cleaned up, treated, and now wore comfortable, loose, casual clothes that had either been brought from their homes or loaned to them. Sunny Flare's mother, Sugarcoat's mother, and Sour Sweet's father all sat in the waiting room, conversing with other police officers. Lemon Zest's parents had been contacted, and were on their way back to town.

Sunny Flare and Lemon Zest were withdrawn, quiet, and listless, pale shadows of their usual selves. Sugarcoat was pensive; out of all the girls, she'd kept it together the best, talking reasonably, calmly, and logically in recounting her experience. Nevertheless, she had a thousand yard stare and a tendency to grab tissues and scrub at her face and glasses periodically. Sour Sweet, by contrast, was thoroughly pissed off, to the point she'd actually been given a mild sedative to calm her down from the snarling, spitting, swearing fury she'd been in upon arrival at the ER.

Nobody had been able to reach Indigo Zap. Nobody knew where she was, or if she'd even been attacked.

Sour Sweet's arrival, once she'd calmed down enough to make sense, had brought disturbing new light to the situation. Cadance leaned against the closed door, pale and shaken, as her mind whirled and reeled.

"Are you...sure it was Professor Wind Rider?" Lemon Zest asked in a whimper. "I mean, he's...a teacher..."

"Oh, it was him," Sour Sweet said. "I had enough of his dick in me to smell that stupid cologne he wears. Him and Royal Pin."

"Royal Pin never struck me as the kind of kid who'd do something like this," Cadance said numbly.

"This explains a lot," Sugarcoat said. "It confirms what I've suspected since I found out about Sunny Flare." She pushed up her glasses. "But a teacher being in on it is very disturbing."

"No, really? I thought it was his way of showing how much he cares!"

"Enough, Sour Sweet," Cadance said, pinching the bridge of her nose. "I know you're angry and I want you to stay angry, but don't take it out on the other girls, alright? They've been through the same nightmare you've been through."

Sour Sweet bowed her head. "I'm sorry," she said. "I just..." She hugged herself, shivering. "The things they did to me...and the reason why..."

"They gave you a motive then?" Detective Chase asked.

Sour Sweet nodded. "I...forgot about that part," she admitted. "They said...it was all about Crystal Prep's reputation." She fidgeted with the hem of her oversized T-shirt. "It's..." She swallowed. "Punishment."

"Punishment?" Cadance asked, sick with dread. "Punishment for not winning the Friendship Games?!"

"Punishment for...for disgracing the school. For making Principal Cinch leave."

"Oh God," Cadance groaned, closing her eyes and sucking a sharp breath between her teeth. "This is...I can't believe..." She shook her head and looked over the four girls. "Girls, I am so sorry."

"It's not your fault," Sugarcoat said. "How could anybody know there were so many depraved psychopaths at Crystal Prep?"

Detective Chase frowned. "Alright, so at this point, we can assume that all the suspects are Crystal Prep students or teachers," she said, taking notes on her tablet. "I've already reported this Wind Rider and Royal Pin to dispatch as suspects. Assuming they were only responsible for the attack on Sour Sweet, that leaves..." She sucked in her cheek as she counted. "As many as eight other suspects, assuming no overlap between the five confirmed assault cases. Shit."

"Five?" Sunny Flare asked listlessly, looking around. "There's...only four of us..."

"Twilight Sparkle was also assaulted, though not as severely as you all," Cadance said. "They never even touched her, actually. They just, well..." She grimaced. "Masturbated on her and ran off."

"Oh sure, she gets off lucky," Sour Sweet muttered. "She's the one who caused that whole stupid mess!"

"Sour Sweet!" Cadance snapped, aghast.

"Well she is," Sour Sweet said sullenly.

"I'm glad she didn't get...raped," Lemon said. "But I wonder why?"

"Probably because her friends were with her," Sugarcoat said. "And I think they said she was on the beach when it happened. They probably didn't have the chance to do anything worse to her."

"That's a reasonable assessment," Detective Chase agreed, nodding. "Still, I'm going to need to talk to her later."

"Why isn't she here with the rest of us?" Lemon wondered.

"She's home with her family and they're keeping her locked up tight until this is all over, and I don't blame them," Cadance said. She sighed. "Your parents will probably want to do the same for you girls, and...and with the situation the way it is, I'm closing the school until we catch every single person involved in this."

* * * * *

Around three in the afternoon, the gangbangers had finally stopped. They'd tied Indigo up, gagged her, and tossed her into the shower room, then left her.

She couldn't be sure if she'd been awake or asleep the entire time, but shortly after the steeple clock tolled the six o'clock hour, Coach Cumulus and two of his cohorts returned. Indigo braced herself, dreading another round of abuse.

The men hauled a large rolling trash barrel into the locker room, picked Indigo up, and unceremoniously stuffed her into it. She whimpered as she was crammed into the bin, hissing and sucking in air with each rough bump of the bin as it rolled out of the locker room and across the grounds. "What...are you doing with me?" Indigo asked, hating the weakness of her own voice.

"Sending one last message," Coach Cumulus said. They came to a stop in the courtyard, next to the flagpole that bore the standard of Crystal Prep. They hauled Indigo out of the trash barrel and bound her ankles together, then tied her wrists in front of her. She wanted to resist and make a break for it, but she ached too deeply and was too exhausted to fight. Dread sank deep into her bones as they led her to the flagpole, where they worked to secure a complicated rig of ropes and cables around her waist and shoulders, under her breasts, and between her legs. "There, that should hold," the coach decided.

Indigo's blood froze in her veins. "You're not serious," she said.

They didn't answer. They secured her to the pulley rope for the flag. She found one last, desperate burst of adrenaline and struggled, but it was in vain—she was too securely bound. Her heart sank as her feet left the ground, as she was drawn up, up, ever up, until she was looking down on the Crystal Prep campus from high above, the Shadowbolts flag fluttering about her face in the evening breeze.

* * * * *

It was past sunset by the time Cadance finally pulled into her driveway, thoroughly exhausted and drained.

Four students raped. One former student sexually assaulted on a public beach. One student missing. And the culprits were among her own students and faculty.

She'd already arranged an emergency shutdown of the school for the following day. As much as she wanted to be out looking for Indigo Zap, that was a job for the police. For now, she wanted nothing more than to crawl into a nice, hot, relaxing bubble bath and cry herself empty.

After locking up the garage, she walked to the back door and unlocked it, kicking off her shoes in the entryway and padding through the utility room. She fumbled around for the kitchen light switch.

A hand seized her arm.

The lights snapped on in the kitchen and living room, and her assailant seized her by both shoulders and pushed her into the living room. All the furniture had been cleared away, and gym mats had been spread out on the living room floor.

A dozen masked men stood around the room.

"Welcome home, Dean Cadance," the tallest man present said snidely. "We've got a little surprise party planned..."