Author's Note

WARNING: "Shadow Prey" contains numerous depictions of sexual assault and rape. If you're not cool with that, you're advised to just skip over the "Shadow Prey" miniseries.

Shadow Prey, Part 1

"Sunset! I need some wet wipes! And hand sanitizer, lots of hand sanitizer! And do you have any bleach? I think I need some bleach!"

Sunset Shimmer and Rarity were sunbathing on a pair of beach chairs, bottles of water, suntan lotion, and assorted beach sundries scattered about them on their blankets. Sunset looked up at the frantic approach of Twilight Sparkle and blinked. Twilight's face, hair, and upper chest were splattered with white, sticky goop.

Rarity noticed it too. "Good heavens, Twilight! Did you have a mishap with your suntan lotion or something?"

"I don't think that's suntan lotion, Rarity," Sunset said. "But what is—"

"Hurry, wet wipes!" Twilight insisted breathlessly, crouching down next to her friends and frantically digging through Sunset's bag. As she did so, a long string of thick, translucent white goop dangled from her cheek, breaking and falling to land on her thigh.

"Oh my god Twilight is that cum!?" Sunset cried.

"Yeah," Twilight replied with a grimace, fishing out a container of wet wipes and, after carefully removing her glasses, viciously scrubbing her face, hands, thigh, and anywhere else the mess had touched.

"Umm...do I wanna know?" Sunset asked, turning faintly green.

Twilight plopped down on her butt on the blanket, wadding up spent wet wipes into a plastic bag before taking a bottle of hand sanitizer and furiously scrubbing herself with it. "I was reading over by the trees..."

* * * * *

It was a mild, sunny day, not too warm, with a pleasant breeze that made for a perfect afternoon to sit under the small copse of palm trees by the shore and relax with the sound of the sea and a good book. Twilight leaned against a tree, a bottled soda at her side, a book in hand, wriggling her toes in the warm, soft sand.

Absorbed as she was in her book, Twilight was slow to notice a shadow had fallen across her. Over the sound of the sea, she heard a closer sound: soft, rapid grunts of exertion. Frowning, she looked up from her book. Her eyes shrank to pinpricks.

A man was standing over her. Based on his height and musculature, she reasoned he was close to her own age, maybe in college. He had on a mask, and his trunks were down around his ankles. His dick was in his hand, and he was stroking furiously. A few feet away, another masked man in board shorts had his phone out and pointed right at Twilight. "What are you—"

Before Twilight had a chance to process the situation or ask the two men what they were doing or react in any logical way, the masturbating man's cock convulsed and erupted—once, twice, and again—shooting his load all over Twilight's face, hair, and chest. "GAH!" she cried, alarmed and disgusted. "What the—HEY!"

The man quickly pulled up his shorts and ran, his partner hot on his heels. "HEY! HELP! STOP THOSE GUYS!" Twilight yelled. But the copse where she was reading was on an isolated strand of the beach—there was a reason she'd sought its solace for reading and relaxing—and there was nobody in earshot. Nobody had witnessed the disgusting assault on her person.

"Oh my god, why," Twilight moaned, snapping her book shut and tossing it aside. She hadn't even brought a towel with her out to the trees—just her book and a drink. Sighing, she stood up and headed back for the main beach, hoping she could get herself cleaned up before too many people saw her covered in some random guy's jizz.

* * * * *

"Oh my god," Sunset gasped, covering her mouth with her hands. "Twilight, call the cops!"

"I agree," Rarity said, a nauseated expression on her face. "How are you so calm about this? If it were me, I'd be completely freaking out!"

"I am freaking out!" Twilight cried, throwing up her hands. "Some rando just jizzed all over my face on the beach in broad daylight! That's the grossest thing that's ever happened to me!"

"Darling, you're lucky you weren't raped!" Rarity insisted.

"Yeah, there were two of them and you're not exactly Applejack," Sunset said, concern and anger written on her face. "They could've done anything to you and we were too far away to hear you."

Twilight paled. "Oh god," she muttered. She wrapped her arms around herself and shuddered. "Umm...can we leave? I...don't feel safe here."

"Yeah, we should go," Sunset said, packing her things quickly. "I'll text the others. You call the police, report this."

"Honestly, what is the world coming to when a girl can't go off by herself on a public beach," Rarity scoffed as she packed up.

* * * * *

After a stressful week of heavy homework, long lectures, hard tests, and feeling the judging eyes of her peers on her at all times, Sunny Flare was beyond ready for her monthly trip to the massage parlor. She'd considered going all out and having a full-blown spa day, but in the end decided to stick to her routine. Besides, her preferred masseur, Steven Magnet, was delightful company.

Sundays were slow days at the massage parlor; given how early in the morning she went, Sunny was almost always the only customer. Such was the case today; once she checked in, she went straight to her usual room, where she found Steven checking the cabinets of oils and incenses. Light meditation music played from a small stereo. "Good morning, Sunny dear," Steven said. "How have you been lately?"

"Stressed," Sunny said. "Things are incredibly crazy at Crystal Prep right now."

"Mmm, I'd heard," Steven said. "Well, I'll let you get rea—" The howl of a car alarm cut through the morning silence and the meditation music. Steven blinked. "Oh goodness, I do believe that's my car!" He hurried to the door. "Go ahead and get ready, dear, I'll be back as soon as I can!"

Rolling her eyes, Sunny closed the door, then stripped naked, carefully arranging her clothing in the paper-lined wicker basket in the corner before taking two narrow linen sheets from another receptacle. Most girls, she knew, kept their panties on during a massage, but she never felt quite right in just panties, and liked the feel of the crisp, breezy linens against her bare backside. She lay down on the massage table and carefully covered her derrière and hips with one linen, folding the other neatly and placing it within reach for later. By the time she was completely situated, the car alarm had long since gone silent; a few minutes later, the door to the room opened, and she heard Steven walk in and close it, spending a few minutes over by the cabinets before crossing to stand by the massage table. She relaxed into the sheet-covered padding, ready for an hour of pure bliss.

Then she heard a sound that was somewhat out of place. It sounded like duct tape being unrolled.

Without warning, her arms were seized in a strong grip and forced behind her back. She cried out in alarm, kicking and flailing on the table. She felt the stickiness of duct tape against her skin, then a firm pressure as her wrists were taped together behind her back. "What are you—mmf!"

A thick wad of gauze was shoved into her mouth, cutting her off. The gauze had a strong smell to it that made her light-headed; it took her a moment to realize it had been soaked in rum. Another strip of duct tape was slapped roughly across her mouth, holding the alcohol-soaked gauze in place. She muffled out cries of protest, but couldn't manage to make a sound louder than the meditation music.

She looked up, her eyes full of fear and confusion. The man standing above her was not Steven. He was stockier, well-muscled, dressed in black jeans and a black T-shirt, with a mask and mirrored glasses concealing his face and his hair completely hidden under a black ball cap. Before she could try to roll off the table and run, he moved to her side, trapping her in place with his arms. The sheet over her butt was tossed away; one hand seized firm hold of her left butt cheek, kneading it, while the other hand slid underneath her to grab and grope her breast. Sunny whimpered, closing her eyes, which welled with tears of fear and shame.

For several minutes, the man groped and fondled Sunny's body, pawing both breasts, her ass, her thighs, and her sex, which throbbed with unwanted heat, pouty and moist. Never once did he speak a word as he molested her. She tried desperately to spit out her gag, to kick free, to do anything to stop him, but the alcohol in the gauze had dulled her enough to take any real fight out of her; not only that, but a haze of sleepiness had settled over her brain, a feeling she often felt during a normal massage, one that was most unwelcome now. She wondered what had become of Steven, why he had let this stranger in here.

The stranger then rolled her over onto her back. Sunny whimpered and squinted against the sudden, watery glare of the overhead lights. She heard cloth rustling, then felt a rough pull on her ankles, dragging her toward the end of the table. As her butt slid across the padded surface, she looked down at the man who had been molesting her, and saw that he'd removed his pants. His cock was at full mast, throbbing and veiny. She screamed into her gag, shaking her head.

As her bottom reached the very end of the table, the rapist forced her thighs apart and pushed her legs up, holding onto her ankles as he lined himself up against her slit. She frantically whimpered, begging and pleading wordlessly for him to stop, but all too soon, she felt the first sharp, deep thrust, felt his hot length cleave her defenseless womanhood and fill her body. Tears spilled from Sunny's eyes as his cock rammed into her, hating the fiery sparks of heat rising from her clit, hating her body for thrusting against him, for clenching desperately around his mast, pulling him in. He'd moved his hands to her hips; her feet were now kicking limply in the air with each powerful thrust that hilted. The sound of his balls slapping against her drowned out the meditation music. Pinned underneath her, her arms had started to fall asleep, the pins and needles feeling jangling wildly against the insistent heat and intense urgency of her nethers. Through it all, the alcohol-induced haze in her brain ebbed slightly, but even as her assailant reached out to rip off the tape across her mouth and pull out the wet gauze, she couldn't muster up the energy to scream or even form coherent words. All she could do was whimper pitifully as he pounded into her, harder and faster, deeper, one hand wrapped around her thighs while the other toyed with her breast.

Suddenly, his rhythm broke with a loud grunt, and she felt an explosion of wet warmth inside her body. He reflexively pumped inside her a few more times before stepping back, letting go of her legs, which fell to either side of the table, dangling with her toes just inches off the floor. Her back arched as he came inside her; she then fell flat as he backed off, breathing ragged and wheezy.

He moved to stand by her head, then, and she cried out in pain as he roughly seized her by the hair with one hand, the other stroking his dick until it rose to mast again. He furiously jacked off inches from her face while holding her hair in a tight grip; in far less time than before, he came again, splattering hot jizz all over her face. Once the last of his seed was delivered, he let go of her hair, stepped over to the counter, pulled up his pants, and washed his hands. He then picked up a small camcorder from the countertop, walked to the door, and left.

* * * * *

Steven knocked on the door, opened it, and entered in a breathless rush. "Sorry, Sunny dear," he said hurriedly and distractedly, "it's the strangest thing, I got out to the parking lot and all of a sudden I fainted. When I came to, I came back inside and Matilda wasn't anywhere to be found and—" He trailed off as he turned to look at the girl lying on the table.

Sunny Flare was lying flat on her back, bare to the world, her legs dangling from the end of the bench. Cum dribbled from her sex and was splattered all over her face and hair. Her eyes were dull and clouded, red and puffy.

"OH MY GOD!" Steven screamed, rushing to her side. "Sunny? Sunny dear, are you—?" He felt for a pulse, then let out a shaky sigh. "Who did this? Hold on, I...I'm calling the police..."