Equestria Girls Gone Wild!

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

Cadance looked around the room, heart racing, adrenaline pumping through her veins.

The situation wasn't good. Anything she could possibly use to defend herself was too far out of reach, and she didn't like her chances of disabling more than two of her assailants if she was lucky. Her only escape route had already been cut off, and if she went for her phone, it'd just be taken away immediately.

As if reading her thoughts, the man standing behind her frisked her, his hands staying on her chest and rear for an uncomfortably long time before he produced her smartphone from the pocket of her jeans. He tossed it onto the kitchen table; it slid across and clattered to the floor.

Pointedly taking a step away from him, Cadance folded her arms and regarded the tallest man with as much dignity as she could muster. "Wind Rider," she said calmly. "You're fired."

Wind Rider chuckled. "Oh, I'm sure you'd like that, but none of us recognize your authority at Crystal Prep." There was a round of snickering. "You see, you're nothing more than a glorified guidance counselor, and not a very good one at that if you discouraged Twilight Sparkle from pursuing a real challenge."

"How dare you act as if you care what happens to Twilight," Cadance spat.

"Oh, we don't bear her any ill will, really," Wind Rider said. "Our little message for her was just meant to scare her, make her reconsider her decision to abandon Crystal Prep. Besides, her brother is a respected and notable Crystal Prep alumnus. We couldn't very well let anything tragic happen to her, now could we?"

"Bastard," Cadance snarled. "What did you do with Indigo Zap?"

There was cruel laughter from some of the masked men. "Oh, don't worry, we took great care of her," one of the students said.

Wind Rider raised a hand to silence them. "Alright, that's enough," he said. "Down to business." He nodded to one of the others, who walked over to Cadance, handing her a tablet computer. She took it and frowned. He tapped the screen, and the sounds of Lemon Zest whimpering filled the room. Cadance nearly dropped the tablet in horror as a video of Lemon being raped filled the screen.

"What—?!"

"Sunny Flare, Sugarcoat, Lemon Zest, Sour Sweet, Indigo Zap, Twilight Sparkle," Wind Rider ticked off on his fingers. "We have video of all six of them, Cadance. We have the power to ruin them forever."

Cadance's face flushed with fury. "You fucking son of a bitch!"

"So here's the deal," Wind Rider continued, unruffled. He pointed to several cameras which had been set up at various points around the living room. "You're going to be the star of your very own, very special video. Give us a superstar performance, and we'll give you the videos of all six girls in exchange."

Cadance swallowed heavily, but set her jaw. "I have your word on that?"

"You have my word," Wind Rider said. "Your dignity and reputation in exchange for theirs. What's your decision?"

For Cadance, there was no decision. She stripped off her shirt and started unbuttoning her jeans.

* * * * *

The victims had been assigned separate rooms to stay at the hospital overnight for observation and for their own safety. Sugarcoat sat up in her hospital bed, listlessly playing solitaire while her mother sat nearby, absorbed in a novel.

Something was still bothering Sugarcoat. It seemed like the only thing left to do was figure out what happened to Indigo Zap, identify the rest of the culprits, and arrest them, but...

"Something's missing," Sugarcoat said aloud, brow furrowing.

"Hm?" Her mother looked up. "Do you need something?"

"No, it's..." Sugarcoat took off her glasses and massaged the bridge of her nose. "I feel like we all missed something important."

"Honey, leave it alone," her mother said. "Let the police handle it now, okay? It's their job."

"I know, but..." Sugarcoat shook her head. "I just have an uneasy feeling. Like...like I overlooked something."

"I thought between the four of you and Principal Cadance, you'd figured it all out?" her mother asked, setting her novel aside with a frown. "The bastards who did this were out for revenge for the Friendship Games, they wanted to 'punish' the six of you for losing to CHS. Err, for the 'tie', I mean."

"And for being responsible for Cinch resigning," Sugarcoat said. She frowned. After a moment, she gasped sharply, her eyes flying open wide. "Oh no." She quit her solitaire app and tried to call Principal Cadance.

There was no answer. Paling, she quickly hit the contact number Detective Chase had given her earlier. "Detective Chase? This is Sugarcoat. I think you need to send some officers to Principal Cadance's house. I think...I think they went after her too."

* * * * *

Cadance bore down on Royal Pin, grinding into him, taking all of him inside her. Another student knelt behind her and raised her ass up, pushing her forward. She felt his probing shaft line up with her pucker, then clumsily penetrate her. She winced at the out-of-sync pounding from behind and below, but kept sucking Wind Rider's cock while stroking the two being pressed into her hands. Someone's hands were on her tits, kneading them and tweaking her nipples. She bore down hard on Pin and hissed as the other student's balls slapped against her ass.

As they defiled her, Cadance thought about her students. She thought about the fact that the same forest of dicks now facing her had stripped away the innocence and security of six good, decent girls, had inflicted a trauma upon them that would leave permanent scars.

*For you, girls. For you, I can endure this.*

The clumsy teen in her ass came prematurely and sagged back. The boys she was stroking off came all over her face and tits. Wind Rider grunted as he came in her mouth; she forced herself to swallow all of it. Once Pin finished, one of the others dragged her off of him and made her get down on her hands and knees. She obliged, and took a hard, furious doggy-style pounding while another rapist lined up in front of her and fucked her mouth.

When those two finished, four more stepped up, pulling her into a kneeling position and furiously jerking off, spraying jets of cum all over her. Then Wind Rider came over, pushed her down onto her back, and covered her, angrily pounding her pussy. She cried out sharply with each deep, sharp, hate-filled thrust, her entire body heaving. Two more students knelt over her, jacking off all over her tits while Wind Rider fucked her.

"Tell us, you little cunt," Wind Rider snarled. "Tell us how much you love having our cum all over you."

"What the—OH FUCK!" one of the teens suddenly cried. The others started whispering and muttering. Cadance turned her head away from Wind Rider and followed the disruption.

Red and blue lights strobed across the front windows, lighting up the blinds.

Wind Rider paused in fucking her, jerking his head around. "SHIT!" he spat. All around the room, the other rapists were grabbing their pants and underwear, jogging into them as they scrabbled for the back door in an ungainly tangle. Wind Rider started to back off Cadance.

Cadance smirked. "Oh no you don't," she said softly. He was off balance; as sore and tired as she was, she could still easily trip him. He toppled over onto his back and sprawled out with a surprised grunt. Cadance scrabbled over and straddled him, pinning him with her thighs and grinning savagely down at him.

"What the—get off me, you crazy bitch!" Wind Rider snarled.

"Uh-uh," Cadance said, a note of vicious triumph in her voice. "You're gonna get caught in the act," she said as she bore down on him, taking all of him inside her.

"What—NO!" Wind Rider cried, struggling to shake her off. Cadance bore down again and again, clamping around his cock, drawing up and slamming her body down again, grunting from exertion. Her back arched with exhilaration. She threw her head back and let out a throat-ripping cry.

The front door burst open, and three armed police officers burst in. "FREEZE!" the lead officer commanded in a booming voice. Two officers rushed over to the knot of rapists still trying to go out the back and herded them into the middle of the room.

Detective Chase entered with another uniformed officer as Cadance grinded her sex into Wind Rider, her breasts bouncing wildly as she fucked him into the ground. Two officers and Detective Chase stood over them, staring in unease and confusion.

A violent orgasm ripped through Cadance's body. She howled like a wild animal, body convulsing as she rode out the aftershocks. A pool of cum spread out over Wind Rider, drenching him, slicking her thighs, and soaking the floor. Cadance panted furiously, chest heaving as she steadied herself. She looked up at the cops, who had the most hilariously bemused expressions on their faces, then at Detective Chase.

Chase raised an eyebrow. "That good, huh?"

Cadance pushed herself up, grunting as she stood. Brushing her hair behind her left ear, she smiled professionally. "Good evening, officers," she said pleasantly. "I believe you're here to arrest this man?"

* * * * *

Wind Rider sat calmly across from Detective Chase and a male detective with a burly build, close-cropped hair, and a bushy mustache. "I'm not saying a thing without my attorney," he said evenly.

The male detective slammed his meaty palms on the table. "FUCK your lawyer!" he snarled, rising from his seat. "Where's the girl, shitbag?!"

Wind Rider remained unruffled. "Girl? What girl?"

"You know DAMN well what girl, you piece of sh—"

Detective Chase stilled her partner with a hand, then steepled her fingers and leaned forward. "Mr. Rider, we've got you dead to rights on kidnapping, rape, aggravated sexual assault, felony breaking and entering, and destruction of property. Oh yeah. We found your little rolling rapemobile." Her eyes bit harshly into Wind Rider. "Indigo Zap. Where is she? Talk."

Wind Rider held her gaze for a long moment, then shrugged. "I honestly don't know," he said. "I wasn't involved in anything related to Indigo Zap."

"You LYING SACK OF—"

"Oh, can the good cop/bad cop routine!" Wind Rider snarled. "Where'd you learn to do this, primetime television?" He leaned back in his chair. "I have no knowledge of the whereabouts of Indigo Zap. That's the truth. Anything else, I'm not saying another word until my attorney is present."

The detectives stared him down, but he remained unflinching. At length, Detective Chase sighed in disgust. "I hope you make a ton of new friends in prison," she spat as she and her partner rose and left the room.

"Smug little prick," Chase's partner grunted.

Chase shook her head. "We'll get one of the kids to talk. Someone's gotta know something—"

"None of my clients know anything," a man's voice intruded. The detectives turned to see a man with thinning hair in a loud suit walking up, a briefcase and a large manila envelope in hand. "Now if you don't mind, I'd like a word with—"

"We got 'em!" another detective cried jubilantly, coming out of one of the interrogation rooms waving a sheet of paper. "He gave up all the sons of bitches!"

A cheer went up through the station.

Detective Chase raised an eyebrow at the lawyer, smirking and folding her arms. "You were saying?"

The lawyer gave her a pained smile. "I was saying, Detective, that my clients will cooperate if they're given fair treatment."

"Did they say where the girl is?" Chase's partner asked.

The detective with the list shook his head. "He didn't know. I pushed him until he pissed himself, but he doesn't know."

"Damn, nobody knows where this girl is," Chase's partner said, punching the wall in frustration.

"We'll find her," Chase said determinedly. "We'll find her."

* * * * *

Cadance woke groggily from a dreamless sleep, head muzzy from the painkillers and whatever else was in her IV. The sun had already risen, and the sky outside was a bright blue.

The nurse came in to check on her, after which they brought her a breakfast tray. She checked her notifications on her phone as she ate; she had half a dozen texts from Luna, another half-dozen from Twilight, and texts from her students who themselves were still recovering, asking how she was holding up.

She'd just finished eating when her phone rang. It was the school's landline. She frowned as she answered. "Yes?"

"Principal Cadance, it's terrible!"

It was the school custodian. Her heart skipped a beat. "What now?" she wondered tiredly.

"I found a student hanging from the flagpole! She's hurt bad, messed up fierce, they ran her up there naked as the day she was born!"

Cadance choked back a curse. "Indigo Zap?" she asked breathlessly.

"Yeah, that's her. How'd you know?"

"Did you call the police? An ambulance?"

"Yeah, they already picked her up, she's on the way to the hospital. I ain't never seen nothin' like this in all my days..."

Cadance sighed tiredly, her body sagging. "Make sure there's nobody else in the building, then lock down the school. The entire campus is a crime scene until further notice. Don't touch anything, don't clean anything."

"Yes ma'am. I will surely do that. You sound tired, ma'am. Are you alright?"

"No, I'm not, but I will be. Thank you." Cadance hung up, put her phone down, and buried her face in her hands. Hot tears spilled from her eyes as her breathing devolved into hitching sniffles.

There was a knock at the door. It opened slightly, and the last voice Cadance expected to her called out. "Cadance? May I enter?"

Cadance turned slowly toward the door. Abacus Cinch stood there, looking as though she'd aged ten years overnight. Cadance wiped her eyes and nodded.

Cinch crossed the room briskly, taking in Cadance's disheveled, bruised, bandaged appearance and flinching. "Poor dear," she said shakily. "You poor, poor dear." She sat down in one of the guest chairs, fidgeting with her hands.

"How'd you know?" Cadance asked, filling her water glass from the pitcher and draining a third of it in one gulp.

Cinch made a face. "I've been talking to the police half the night," she said. "Quite frankly, it was at least partially an interrogation." She bowed her head, clenching her fists in her lap. "I want you to know, I would never condone something as horrifying as what's happened this weekend."

"I know," Cadance said. "I never once even entertained the notion you were involved in all this." She smiled wanly. "But I hope you understand, after all this, how damaging the environment you cultivated at Crystal Prep was."

"I'm beginning to," Cinch admitted with a grimace. "I'd...heard stories that some of our alumni went on to positions of power, and used that power to get away with unspeakable things, but..." She shook her head. "The reputation of Crystal Prep...it's all I ever cared about." She sighed. "And now, that reputation is thoroughly destroyed, and my legacy is...this."

"The blame isn't yours alone," Cadance said. "I have a feeling I'll be firing some of the faculty who aren't going to prison for this mess." She sighed heavily. "And the entire school is in for a lot of counseling sessions."

Silence lapsed. After a long, uncomfortable minute, Cinch asked, "Indigo Zap. Did they ever—?"

"I got a call just a few minutes ago," Cadance said with a grimace. "The sons of bitches hung her from the flagpole at school."

Cinch gasped, hands flying to her mouth. "Good heavens!" she cried. "Is she—"

"Alive...I think. I hope."

Cinch bowed her head. "I'll see to it the savages responsible for this are prosecuted to the full extent of the law," she said. "I still command a great deal of respect in this town." She stood, smoothing out her skirt. "I...I'll leave you to your rest." She turned and left, her stride barely faltering.

* * * * *

Three days passed.

In total, twelve men—three teachers and nine students—had been arrested. With the exception of Indigo Zap, the girls had all gone home the day after the assault, and had all been interviewed by police and signed sworn statements. Cadance had remained in the hospital until Tuesday afternoon, then gone home and packed a bag to stay with Celestia and Luna for a few nights until her house could be thoroughly cleaned and all the locks changed.

Cadance stood in the doorway of the room where Indigo Zap lay. Indigo had been unresponsive since she was brought in. She wasn't in a coma and her vital signs were stable, but she didn't respond to any stimuli. She'd simply shut down.

"Will she...will she be alright?" Cadance asked Dr. Swab, the attending.

Dr. Swab sighed. "With time and therapy, probably," he said. "She's going to need years of counseling and months of physical therapy." He shook his head. "It's a miracle she survived. She's tough."

"Yeah, she...she is," Cadance agreed.

"I hear none of those guys owned up to planning this," Dr. Swab said with a frown as he checked something on his tablet.

Cadance grimaced. "I'm still convinced Wind Rider is behind this whole thing, but he swears up and down he's not the ringleader." She shrugged. "It doesn't matter. He's going to spend the rest of his life in prison once the DA is through with him. If there is somebody else who was pulling the strings, they'll find out."

She took one last, long look at Indigo, then turned away, shoulders slumping. "They'll find out," she whispered. "They have to."

* * * * *

Soft lamps lit a bedroom decorated with overly large stuffed animals, lace-trimmed pillows, and big fluffy blankets. A chess board with pieces set out sat on a card table between two teddy bears. At a desk covered with magazines and knick-knacks, a pink-skinned teenage girl in royal purple pajamas embossed with a copper-threaded rook sat in front of a laptop, giggling softly to herself.

"Try pushing your lovey-dovey friendship garbage now, Cadance," she said in an overly high-pitched, nasally voice. "I'll be damned if I let you turn my Auntie's school into another namby-pamby crap school like CHS." She stood and crossed over to her closet, where her Crystal Prep school uniform hung proudly on a hook on the door. She fingered it lovingly. "I should've been on the Friendship Games team," she said waspishly. "My grades are so much better than Indigo Zap and Lemon Zest! Why wasn't I on the team?" She walked back over to her laptop and spent a minute scrolling through a file folder. A wicked smile crossed her face. "Oh, I'm going to enjoy every minute of these little home movies..."

Giggling, she went around the room and turned off the lamps, her light blue curls flouncing.