Author's Note

Just a little warning before you start reading, sexual assault ahead.

...

Well, sorta...

To Catch A Predator

Canterlot City, capital of Equestria and unrivaled by its neighboring communities in peacefulness and prosperity. Yet at the same time, it was a city that attracted the strangest of the strange. Yes, a very bipolar description, I’m quite aware. But it’s fitting for such a bizarre city that has to deal with magical artifacts, portals to alternate dimensions, Pinkie Pie, and the weird tourists that seem to have a collective fetish for all these outlandish things... Granted though you can find all kinds of weirdos in Canterlot, magical whats-its or not. Just like in every other major city!

And speaking of...

“Oh. My. Gosh! Like, those boots are totes you!” I welcome you to the lovely streets of this fine city, and the people that make it their home. “Where did you get those? I literally haven’t seen those, like, anywhere!”

“(Dumb broad...)”

“Thankies! Like, they were seriously only forty dollars! The cashier told me blah blah blah blah blah, like, blah blah blah-“

Of course, we’re not focusing our attention on the unnamed teen. “(So noisy...)” No, our attention goes to the shadowed man leaning in a lone alley. “(Givin’ me a damn migraine...)” Not much could be seen, aside from the outline of his coat and pants. But you didn’t need eyes to feel the ugly, bitter aura of hatred emanating from him. The shadow-veiled man pulled out a lighter from his coat pocket, and with it a pack of cigarettes. “(Makes me wonder how they’re in highschool.)” He sparked a flame and took a long puff, feeling the warmth flood his chest and calm his irritation as he breathed out a stream of smoke. “(Not even worth my attention...)” The gentle glow of his lit cig brightened up some of his face, revealing his steel-grey skin and tired, icy-blue eyes. “(None of ‘em are...)”

Those eyes... They didn’t see people. They didn’t see sympathy or remorse for anyone or anything, only their value as an object for potential benefit. In short, these were the eyes of a Sociopath, a disturbed individual with about as much empathy as a shark.

The man waited and waited within his little pocket of darkness, eyes shifting from girl to girl. “(No... No and no... Ugh, definitely not...)” Then his eyes locked onto a girl that grabbed his attention. A twenty-something with chocolate brown, wavy hair just grazing her shoulders and a light cracker-brown skin tone. He didn’t even notice what she was wearing nor did he bother to care, only her ample proportions and deliciously sweet body color attracted those cold, merciless eyes... He judged their distance with decent accuracy, looked like a fifteen foot space separating them. He flicked the cigarette onto the floor and snuffed it with a black boot tip. “Guess this’ll do.” He played the five-second rule with this, letting her lead on for a bit... Then, after the short span of time ran out in his head, he started walking...

’Honk! Hoooonk!’

The man visibly jumped as a corvet sped past him, slowing down at the girl. “Fuck...” The window had rolled down, after a half-minute of chatter she got in the car and sped off. The man just shook his head... “Whatever.” He turned and started walking the opposite direction, his brown coat tail fluttering in a sideways breeze. “Plenty of fish left...”

It had been several hours since we last saw this creepy, ill-tempered man. As of right now he sat on a stoop with a bottle of whiskey in hand, looking down at the ground in depressed, half-drunk contemplation. “No luck today... Just like yesterday.” He took a sip from his bottle, head feeling lighter as his gut grew warm with the alcohol. “Maybe I’m just too damn picky...” He just groaned in annoyance, readjusting his sitting position a bit. “Next woman I see... I’m goin’ for it.” He promised himself under the stupor of alcohol. “Yeah... And maybe I’ll get my turbo-mansion and seventy-two virgins.” He briefly chuckled. “Not a damn woman in this dump stupid enough to go out at this hour.” As he was getting ready to take a swig, he noticed a shadow briefly pass his feet. “What the...” He looked across the street, spying a... Wait... “Can’t be.” As if god himself had heard his drunken prayers, a girl had appeared to be walking by her lonesome out in the distance.

.....

He briefly considered that he was drunkenly imagining her there, looking at the bottle label curiously. “This’s gotta be a trick.” He looked back at her, where she had stopped at the crosswalk and was looking around for oncoming cars. She crossed, heading in the man’s direction with her eyes glued to her phone. “Or maybe I’m just lucky...” She passed by without so much as a hint of notice. She had purple pig-tails with green streaks and a light purple skin tone, old blue hoodie and sweat pants. “(Well... She’s pretty hot in the face, I’ll give her that.)” He looked down at the bottle briefly. “(And I did say I’d go for the next chick I saw.)” He let her pass by without any hint of care, waited five seconds as before and got up. “(Now or never.)” He tailed her for almost ten minutes, ten straight minutes and not a second did she look up from that phone. “(God, she’s way too careless...)” He couldn’t help but smile a little. “(It’s almost like she wants to be raped.)” She turned a sharp corner into a back alley, the man stopped dead in disbelief. “She just... Went in?” He stood there for a few more moments before continuing on. “Guess she’s dumber than she looks.” He followed her deeper and deeper into the alley, the girl’s eyes never leaving the screen in her palm. “(How on earth can you be this clueless?)” He gained on her, slowly closing the gap between them. “(Whatever, it’s now or never!)” Like a ferocious tiger, he leaped forward and grabbed her by the back of the neck! Within seconds she was pinned to the wall. “One peep and you’ll be bleeding.” He threatened, immediately reaching out and groping her breast outside her clothes. The girl whimpered softly, likely paralyzed in fear of something of the like. He didn’t really care so long as she kept that mouth shut. “Mm, nice and soft.” He forced his hand up her hoodie and pushed her bra up, the soft flesh and nipples getting him nice and hard. “Let’s get this over with.” He grabbed her sweats and dropped them, then his own. “Ready or not...” He moved the panties aside and pushed his cock in, the man sighing as the warmth of a vagina electrified him more than any alcohol ever could. “Fucking...” He started thrusting madly. “Fucking TIGHT!” She was grabbing at his cock with an unusually strong force, but the man never noticed. He was fucking lost in his own pleasure. “Yeah... Mm! Fucking-... Nngh!” He grabbed her hair and yanked hard, the poor girl squeaking in pain and balling up her fists. “That’s right, fucking take it!” He started humping faster now, feeling his cock start to swell and twitch. “Gonna fucking cream that pussy...” The pussy in question suddenly tightened. “F-fuck!” And that was all she wrote...

’Spurt! Spuurt!’

He ball’d her deep, letting his cum rocket out into her unprotected hole. After several seconds of silent stiffness he relaxed and out-right dropped her, letting her roughly flop onto the pavement with twitching pussy lips. “Ahhh... Fucking needed that.” He lit a cigarette and grabbed his whiskey, making his way out with an uncaring expression on his face. “Dumb brat...”

.......

For several seconds, the girl simply laid there while her pussy slowly drained. Looking at her face she had on one of the dumbest ‘fucked silly’ looks since Shadman’s art hit The Incredibles.

Yeah, there’s really no hiding the girl’s obvious identity anymore. Aria, our brave and courageous protagonist, had just been violently raped... And by god did she love it.

(An alternate ending inspired by a hentai I read, since I’m a sick fuck and all that.)

(Ahem!... Starting again from the alley...)

The man steadily approached the oblivious girl, almost in disbelief. “(This is just too easy...)” He had to suppress a chuckle. “(She really has no idea... It’s almost too good to-)” That’s when the girl turned and-... had a smile that could make complete sociopaths skip a beat.

.....

Like right now, for example! “What the-“ He never got the chance to finish.

’RIIIP!’

“EHH!?!?” The girl had grabbed him and violently ripped open his shirt. “H-HEY!” He was immediately punched in the throat and pushed onto the ground, his screams devolved into nothing but panicked gasps and coughs. The girl had then started to quickly strip right in front of him, effectively scaring the ever-living shit outta him and giving him a fear-boner. He tried crawling away but was easily tackled and wrangled into submission. “St-’cough!’ Stop it!” He demanded in hysteria. “I’ll scream! I’ll fucking scream!”

“And what if you do...?” The girl, or Aria because we all fucking know at this point, had removed her hoodie and lifted her bra. “Bet the cops would love this scene. The grungy old man and the hot, naked chick.” And at that point the man realized just how truly, metaphorically, and likely literally fucked he was about to be... That’s when Aria smiled again, in that oh-so wicked way. “It’s pretty adorable, you know...” She monologued, pinching a nipple to get herself worked-up. “You horny little rapists are all the same, so tough and heartless... Then when the girl suddenly has all the power, you just...” She simply left it at that, letting the fear building up within him do all the talking. “Here’s what’s gonna happen.” She stood up, but kept her foot planted on his chest. She pulled her pants and panties down to reveal her purple gash, a tad stickier than what it should be. “I’m gonna fuck you, plain and simple.”

He just shook his head. “No... Y-you stay the fuck back!” He tried crawling away from her but again, he was wrestled into submission almost as easily as the first.

Though this time, Aria was done playing games. “...Guess I wasn’t clear enough for you.” The man could feel his heart shrink at the sudden calmness in her words. ”Here’s!” She grabbed him by the throat, choking him with a frightening display of power. “...what’s gonna happen.” She finished, this time with more menace in her voice. “I’m going to fuck you...” She paused for the briefest of moments... Before smiling. “No, actually, lemme take that back...” She reached into her hoodie pocket and pulled out-

’Chk!’

A gun... “No...” A 9mm handgun; dirt-cheap but reliable in close-quarters, on in this case point-blank. “Oh god... N-no, please-!” Aria was quick to shush him with the bad end of her handgun being forced down his throat.

“I’m not going to fuck you...” She said with all the softness of a pillow stuffed with barb wire... That is also on fire. “I’m going... To rape you.”

The color had visibly left his eyes... Ohhh cruel irony. I truly, honestly love you at times like these.

.....

Anywho!

The big, bad rapist was now openly sniveling, gun slowly being pulled out of his mouth. Aria scooted her crotch up and planted it square in his face. The normally alluring sight of a damp pussy was almost utterly terrifying in this man’s icy-blue eyes... “French me.” Aria ordered, which he wordlessly obeyed, gently licking the lips and getting Aria to shiver. “Yeah... Mmm, fuck.” She spread her pussy open, making him unwillingly eat her horny little hole. Aria pinched her nipple and arched her back as ekectricity ran up her spine. “Fuck... G-good head... Ngh, c’mon.” She rubbed her aching pussy against him, playing with her breast with a stupid look on her face. “The clit... G-get it!” Shortly after this demand, she felt a rush of pleasure burst outward from her pussy, causing her to gasp. “M-more!” She demanded, rubbing her pussy against him in a horny stupor. “More! Oh god don’t fucking stop!” She was quickly feeling that familiar build-up between her legs. “Mouth!... Open it!” She moaned out. “F-Fucking OPEN IT!” He obeyed, just as Aria began to furiously massage her clit. “It’s coming, it’s coming, it’s... C-cumming!” A short squirt of her lady-cum hit his throat. Aria gritted her teeth hard and violently twitched before practically screaming. “GAHH!!! FUCK!” She violently stamped her foot at the body-melting orgasm, perhaps a little too close to her victim’s head... Thankfully, she never injured him in her blind orgasmic rampage. Only sullied his mouth with her girl-goo while the orgasm trickled down. “Mmm~! Ohhh fuck yes... Mmm...”

“P-please... Let me go now.” He begged weakly, almost whimpering. “Please...”

Aria looked at him and just laughed. “After the tongue you just gave me!?” She moved back, unbuttoning his jeans. “I’m gonna rape you so fucking hard after that little treat!” She got his cock out, a good seven inches of raw, unprotected man-meat... “Yeah, this is definitely getting raped...” She positioned herself briefly, the man looking away and crying like a kid being forced to get his flu shot. “Ngh... Gotta get the tip...” Aria plopped down, cock stuffed up her pussy and her mind going blank for a split second. “Ahhh... F-fuck, that’s good.” She leaned down and licked him, milking that cock with gentle humps. The exchange of flesh was mostly silent and uneventful, most of the moaning coming from Aria while the man repressed his own... That is, until the guy’s cock started to twitch. “P-pull it out... I’m...”

Aria simply smiled. “I don’t think so.” She wrapped her legs around his waist and reinforced herself with a big hug. Panic had overwealmed the man as he helplessly struggled. “What’s wrong?... Afraid of babies or something?” He gritted his teeth almost to the point of cracking, using every single fiber of his being not to give her the satisfaction of cumming inside her. “It’s so precious when you nasty men try holding it in.~” Aria’s pussy was twitching and pulling his cock... It was almost fucking torture, but he had to endure! “Yeah, keep building it up for me...” Aria purred. “Get that dick milk nice and thick...” Aria licked up his neck, breaking his concentration and bursting the metaphorical dam.

“NO!!!” In one sudden, violent thrust from his part he attempted to buck her off of him... But sadly, Aria’s legs held tight around his waste. All he had accomplished was parking his cock right against her cervix, splashing it with hot, thick ropes of cum. “N-no... Dammit!”

Aria shivered and held him as tight as she could, making sure he couldn’t attempt to push her off a second time. “Ooooohhh... Ohhh fuck yes.” Each wave of boiling heat was like pure extacy to her, quickly pushing her into her final orgasm of the night. “F-fuck... Oh god!...” Her own girl-goo mixed with his and slowly started to trickle down the man’s softening cock... “So hot!” After a few moments of rest she slowly pulled out of him, pussy draining out onto his limp dick. “Fuck... So much baby-batter.” She got off of him and redressed herself. She then took his booze and chugged it with ease. “Speaking of, how about you throw some pants on before some kid sees.” Then she walked off, enjoying her stolen drink with her distant words of satisfaction. ”Mm... Love getting fucking impregnated~.”

Was the man worried?... Perhaps, frightened? Angry, even!?

.....

It was... Hard to tell. His eyes were fixated at the night sky, projecting no emotion while tears slowly trickled down... To this very day, the man has never wrongly touched another woman since.