Equestria Girls Gone Wild!

They'd found Matilda under the reception desk; she'd been knocked out with chloroform, tied up, and gagged.

Sunny Flare sat in the back of an ambulance, swaddled in blankets. A paramedic was carefully cleaning her up and talking softly to her. Steven Magnet occasionally glanced her way while making his statement to the police.

"I don't understand this," Steven said, wringing his hands. "How did this happen? Why did this happen?!"

The officer he was talking to frowned. "I've heard of girls like that being raped by the masseur, it's frankly a common thing you hear a lot—"

"Not in my parlor, it's not," Steven said with a scowl.

The officer coughed. "I've never heard of an outside assailant involved in one of these massage parlor rape cases," he continued. "Someone would have to have been watching this place, then lure you outside, knock you and your receptionist out..." He shook his head. "It doesn't make sense."

The ambulance doors closed, and the ambulance took off, siren blaring. Steven sighed. "I suppose we'll be closed for a few days," he lamented. "My bosses are going to be pissed." He sighed. "I do hope poor Sunny will be alright."

"How well do you know the victim?"

"Oh, she's been coming here since she was sixteen, so about two years?"

"Hmm." The officer wrote that down. "Regularly?"

"Once a month," Steven said, nodding.

"Always on a Sunday?"

Steven blinked. "Why...yes," he said.

The officer frowned. "And being a teenager, I'm guessing her visits here are common knowledge."

Steven gasped. "You think—?"

"It's suspicious as hell," the officer said, snapping his notebook shut. "Thank you, we'll be in touch."

* * * * *

Babysitting her little brother and his brat friends was not Sugarcoat's ideal way to spend a Sunday.

Her brother had been bugging their mother to take him to see the latest insipid explosion-riddled big budget movie, and she'd finally promised to take him and two of his friends to see it. Then a work emergency had come up. Since Sugarcoat had no plans, she'd been roped into taking the brats to the movie instead, with a dire warning not to ditch the kids.

Loud explosions boomed from the huge speakers in the theater. Sugarcoat munched another handful of greasy popcorn, wondering for at least the third time how much longer the movie would run. It felt like she'd already been sitting there for two hours.

She shifted uncomfortably in her seat. The medium soda she'd already drank most of had gone right through her.

"I'm going to the restroom," she told her brother quietly. "Behave yourselves."

"Yeah yeah," he said dismissively, not taking his eyes off the screen. Snorting, Sugarcoat worked her way down the row and quick-marched up the aisle to the exit. The pressure on her bladder grew intense as she walked down the hall, past three auditoriums, to the cinema's restrooms.

A theater employee was mopping the alcove outside the restrooms when she arrived. "Careful, floor's wet," he said. She ignored him, entering the ladies' room and heading for the first stall. Closing and latching the door, she pulled down her jeans and panties and sat down on the toilet. She barely made it in time; no sooner had her butt touched the seat did the dam burst. As she emptied her bladder, she heard the door creak open and the squeak of shoes on the floor. Someone's feet passed by her stall; she examined the toilet paper with a frown, wondering if it was the rough kind or the barely tolerable kind.

The feet passed in front of her stall again and stopped. The door vibrated. Sugarcoat frowned. "Occupied," she said calmly. "The restroom's nearly empty, use another stall."

The latch flipped with a loud clack, and the door was yanked open. Before Sugarcoat could open her mouth to protest, someone leaned into the stall, seized her under her armpits, and dragged her off the toilet and out into the restroom. "Hey!" she cried, struggling; her tennis shoes skidded and squeaked on the tiles as her jeans and panties tangled up her legs, making it hard for her to get any leverage. Her assailant was much stronger; he shoved her to the floor and bent over her, unzipping her hoodie. His face was covered with a scarf and a pair of sunglasses, and he wore a ball cap on his head.

The restroom door opened, and a second man entered. Sugarcoat cried out, but was stifled by a hand over her mouth. The second man also had his face covered; he yanked the garbage can out of its receptacle and turned it on its side in the middle of the room, set up a digital camcorder facing Sugarcoat on top of it, then nodded and gave the first man a thumbs-up.

"What are you doing—" Sugarcoat asked when the first man removed his hand from her mouth. Both men were crouched on either side of her now, pinning her in place. The second man grabbed her flailing feet and tore off her shoes and socks, then stripped her jeans and panties off and flung them away. The first man, meanwhile, wrestled her out of her hoodie and T-shirt, then unhooked her bra and stripped it off. Every time Sugarcoat tried to cry out or yell, one of them silenced her with a hand over her mouth or a sharp slap. After the fourth slap, Sugarcoat got the message; she stopped trying to yell or scream and settled for giving the two men a sullen glare. "Is this what you do? Barge into the ladies' restroom and attack teenage girls? That's disgusting," she said. "Also, that video you're recording is evidence of a felony, you know that, right?"

They ignored her, of course; she shuddered as the two men pawed her now-naked body, rubbing her thighs and fondling her breasts and kneading her ass and groping her crotch. She hissed and whimpered as fingers roughly penetrated her slit and her anus, probing and questing inside her.

"Why...why are you doing this to me?" Sugarcoat asked as they forced her to kneel and dropped their pants, exposing their stiff, twitching cocks. "Can't you get girlfriends or find hookers or something?"

"Shut up," one of them said hoarsely through his scarf, smacking her across the face with his dick. "Just shut the fuck up for once in your life, Sugarcoat!"

"DUMBASS!" the second man said, cuffing the first. "No talking!"

Sugarcoat stilled, eyes narrowing. "You...know me," she said. "This is personal?" In response, the second man grabbed her hair and pulled sharply, making her cry out in pain. As soon as her mouth was open wide, he shoved his dick into it, muffling her. The other man grabbed her arm and pulled it up, taking her hand and wrapping her fingers around his dick. The man inside her mouth fisted his fingers in her hair as he pounded his cock against her tongue and the back of her throat. It was all she could do not to choke or gag; she considered biting him, but ultimately abandoned the idea. There were, after all, two of them, and they hadn't hesitated to use violence against her. Her best option, for the moment, seemed to be to submit to them and endure whatever they had planned for her until it was over.

She really hoped they weren't planning to kill her when they were finished with her.

"Dumbass" came all over her face after a few minutes of stroking, while the other—"Number Two", she decided—filled her mouth and throat with hot, thick seed. As he pulled his dick out of her mouth, she doubled over and coughed, expelling as much of it as she could onto the tiles.

The rapists bent her over, forcing her to her hands and knees. Number Two knelt down behind her, spreading her ass cheeks and roughly fingering her sex, while Dumbass knelt in front of her, holding her head in place as his dick rose to mast again. Number Two rubbed his cock along her pussy lips for a few seconds before seizing her hips and driving it into her sex. Sugarcoat cried out sharply. "You're already getting what you want, you don't have to be so rough about it," she said as Number Two thrust into her, his balls slapping against her ass. In response, Dumbass slapped her again, then shoved his dick into her mouth.

Sugarcoat's body rocked back and forth on the cold bathroom floor, driven forward by the force of the cock inside her sex, then backward again with each thrust of the one in her mouth. Hot tears of anger and shame prickled the corners of her eyes. Who were these two? What did she ever do to them to deserve this? They obviously knew her, and knew her well.

A horrible thought occurred: What if they were classmates from Crystal Prep? Dumbass, at the very least, seemed like he could be about the right age.

She couldn't begin to guess how long she knelt there, being pounded in her mouth and pussy, before Number Two came, filling up her insides with his seed. Dumbass pulled out of her mouth suddenly and began stroking himself furiously. Thick ribbons of jizz erupted from his cock, splattering across Sugarcoat's face and hair. She slumped to the floor, panting and gasping. Once Number Two had pulled out and backed away, Dumbass rolled her over onto her back and covered her, kneading her breasts and pinching her nipples as he rubbed against her, bringing himself back to mast. Once he was stiff again, he pushed her thighs wide apart and pounded into her, fast and hard, with sharp, shallow thrusts. Her breasts bounced and jiggled as her body shook from the furious pounding. She whimpered, squeezing her eyes tightly shut.

It only took a minute for Dumbass to finish. He grunted as he rocked back on his heels, watching his cum slowly burble and pool out of Sugarcoat's abused, aching pussy. Sugarcoat stared blankly up at the flourescent lights, hoping it was finally over.

Her phone, which had slipped out of her jeans pocket during the struggle, started ringing. The two rapists looked at each other; Number Two nodded. Dumbass picked the phone up and dropped it in one of the toilets. They hurriedly cleaned themselves up with paper towels, pulled their pants back up, grabbed their camcorder, and left, leaving Sugarcoat alone in the cold, silent restroom.

With the rapists gone, she finally let herself break. Wracking, silent sobs shook her body as she pulled herself over to the wall and sat up, huddling into herself, knees drawn up to her chin as she sniffled.

Sugarcoat had no idea how long she sat there, cold, naked, and covered in cum, before the bathroom door opened again. "Gotta pee gotta pee gotta pee," a familiar, high-pitched voice muttered as a massive head of poofy pink hair flounced into view. "Gotta peEEEE!" Pinkie Pie gasped in shock as she saw Sugarcoat sitting against the wall. "Umm...I can find another bathroom?"

"Help," Sugarcoat said hoarsely.

Pinkie blinked twice, then clutched her head in horror. "Oh my gosh did you just get raped in here?!"

"Why else would I be lying on the floor of a public restroom naked and covered in semen?" Sugarcoat asked tartly.

Pinkie actually took a moment to ponder that. "Welllll...Granny always told me never to assume—"

"Yes, I was raped," Sugarcoat said. "They broke my phone. Please call the police."

"R-right," Pinkie said.