Dark Phoenix

by MarcellusMiro66

Rating: mature
Tags: Sunset Shimmer, Main 7 (EqG), Timber Spruce, Principal Celestia, Crossover, Alternate Universe, Drama, Gore, Dark, Vice-Principal Luna, Adventure, Equestria Girls, Sex
Length: 2168

"I am fire and life incarnate! Now and forever — I am Phoenix!" Part 2 of my Marvel/DC Comics Miniverse.

This is the first story published for my Marvel/DC Comics Universe but it is the second installment in the series overall. Another Anon-A-Miss story (the third one overall) and the first official story to take place in the main continuity, the story sees Sunset unleash a force far worse than she unleashed at the fall formal. While the central cartoon is ‒ of course ‒ MLP, it also features other cartoon characters as Marvel/DC Comics heroes and antiheroes.

The storyline takes several ques from other Anon-A-Miss and cinematic classics such as The Maltese Falcon (1941), Vertigo (1958), and The Manchurian Candidate (1962); the plot is pretty much Carrie (1976) Meets Akira (1988), with Sunset discovering the Phoenix Force within her and learning how to control/harness it. As one would do, it gets out of hand...

Published 2017-09-02 23:00:05 UTC
Last updated 2017-09-05 22:26:04 UTC

Chapter 1: "Awake"

"I have better things to do than socialize. I'm going to re-read 'Advanced Elemental Magical Practices' and then practice for my advanced summoning spells exam. What are you studying for? Nothing, that's what..."

. . .

"Being a princess must be earned... I have been trying to teach you everything you need to know, but you've turned from it. Every time you say you "deserve" to get something without the effort just proves to me that you are not ready..."

. . .

"This is the biggest mistake you'll make in your entire life..."

. . .

"One of many..."

Regret. If there was one emotion she felt (or could feel) right now, it was absolute regret.

The definition of a cruel and unusual punishment is not a noun, but a phrase instead; the phrase does describe the noun. It is punishment deemed ultimately unacceptable due to the excessive and unnecessary humiliation the person subjected to it is laid upon. An artificial acronym can be found within the four test types: FASA (Frequency, Acceptance, Severity, and Arbritration). The dubious debate regarding capital punishment considered cruel and unusual has existed to this very day, a testament to its unsurprising staying power in terms of controversial topics. People probably deserve better than the cruel and unusual punishment that had befallen upon them, but crime doesn't pay. When it does, it stops being just that: cruel and unusual. However, there are always the rare exceptions to this rule.

She was just one of the many.

The fiery-headed girl softly breathed as the blood in her arms ran cold from being held up from the chained restraints. A gentle gulp escaped her throat alongside the soft breaths, and tears ran down her cheeks to accompany the quaking feeling of regretful despair that consumed the atmosphere that was her incarceration. Once again, regret swirled her stomach as a brainstorm begin concocting in her empire state of mind. The recurring words ran laps on overload in her head:

Oh, where did this go so wrong...? All I wanted...was to find a family this Christmas. All I did...was tear it apart and throw it into the fire.

Indeed, the girl chose the latter of the two choices she was faced with in this life-or-death situation: don't give up and find a way out or give up and find a way in. Overcome with high hopelessness, she opted to resign to her fate. If this was the world wanted...she might as well give it to them.

The front entrance of the warehouse suddenly opened and closed from what she heard. A few footsteps later, her face was forcibly held up. Her vision ridding itself of the blurred lines, hers met directly face-to-face with his; his being a boy of light amberish grey hair, moderate azure eyes, and dark greyish brown skin. His outer outfit consisted of a navy blue-and-grey Letterman jacket, black slim fit jeans, and brown combat boots. If she could move anything at all, she would've frowned at the athlete's presence. She didn't, however, out of fear she would get punched, slapped, or hit in general.

Which is exactly what happened next.

Dumbbell could only laugh in amusement at the pain he inflicted towards his group's captive. "Hey, Sunslut. You awake?" Not awaiting an answer, he chuckled again. "You better be, because what's happening to you...is the last thing that even will, Anon-A-Miss."

The athlete suddenly stood up swiftly, undoing the fly of his pants and letting them drop to the stone-cold floor. He cursed the cold for being just that, hoping that she would get the idea and pleasure him already. She, on the other hand, was stunned into silence. Never in her 15 years of living on this Earth had she seen a human dick beforehand; in comparison to the pony penis, this one was...lacking, to say the least. Still, she couldn't help but marvel at the sheer capacity of his manhood. She wondered how he was able to conceal it in his jeans during school hours. She also wondered how she would derive pure pleasure from this rather forced sex session.

Now overcome with lust (for some unknown reason whatsoever) however, she leaned forward and took a lick or two in preparation. A few minutes later, she was ready to get a load off and bobbed her head up and down. As the blowjobs and teabagging commenced, gentle groans were to the girl as muted moans were to the boy. The moans and groans grew even louder as the simple sensation began to build in the boy's balls. Well aware that he was ready to rupture, he let his dick dig deep into her throat and sit there until it eventually erupted. The first blast shot and swam down her throat, prompting her eyes to roll back in pained pleasure.

Mostly pain.

Afterwards, Dumbbell drew a switchblade and cut open her bloodied clothing, revealing her bikini-clad breasts; he then cut open the bra that shielded them from exposure. Sliding the knife down her chest and stopping at her navel, a bead of sweat slid down his forehead. He couldn't take it any further. He needed pussy and ass...and he needed them now.

He drew his dick out of the sheath that was her mouth, his cum (half of it, at least) being vomited out. Upon doing so, he grabbed her by the side and turned her over so that her private parts faced him. Practically tearing off her jeans and panties, he first plunged into and pillaged the pussy first. The sudden force he exerted caused her to cry out in surprise, her following deep breaths drastically increasing. Pumping back and forth with relentless ruthlessness, Dumbbell brutally assaulted the poor girl and basically tearing her apart from the inside.

All the while, she felt nothing. Nothing but the tears of fear, despair...and regret.

Dumbbell grunted one more time as he pumped seed after seed into both holes. Pulling out and letting his semen drop it like it's hot (quite literally), he smirked and picked up the discarded switchblade, sliding it down her back and stopping near her two buttocks this time.

"You know something, Sunslut? I actually thought you were innocent. Even if it was a small smidge, I believed that you weren't Anon-A-Miss. But the moment you posted that photo with Gilda and her new boytoy? I knew almost immediately that you were beyond redemption."

How ironic... That time, she felt almost everything. Her body went rigid and her energy was rejuvenated. A fire burned within her, as if it was...a desire. It was indeed.

No. No, it couldn't be...

SWISH!

The girl shouted in pain as she was suddenly stabbed in the back and punched down by Dumbbell. "Not this time, Sunslut." Pulling out his phone, he called a number and pushed the knifeever deeper into her back. Thus, his individual idiocy was his ultimate undoing. "Hey, Gilda. Anon-A-Miss is awake ‒ "

She wasn't going through this again, not ever. Finally deciding to act, she flipped right back to her normal position, facekicking Dumbbell in the process. Barely managing to stand up right, she pulled herself free from the chains that bounded her to the pillar. Using them to whip her captor until she was tired out, her tiredness was what lead to her subsequent disorientation. Dumbbell delivered severe blows to her stomach and legs before tripping and beating her to a pulp as she cried out.

"The school will know what will happen to you, and we'll be heroes! You'll be just the bad guy who makes our lives even harder than they will before! How does that sound, SHE-DEMON?!"

As he was about to deliver the final blow, she grabbed his arm and glared right at him. She growled. And shouted. And screamed mad curses at him. The athlete wondered what the hell was running through her head...until he realized her grip on his arm.

Or, rather, his disintegrating arm.

Dumbbell gasped in terror and screamed in horror not soon after, watching helplessly as his arm was reduced to nothing but bone and bone only. "What did you do...? WHAT DID YOU DO, YOU FUCKING BITCH?!"

That did it. That set her off.

She suddenly exploded in an inferno of fire and magic, blowing a hole into each side of the warehouse. Dumbbell could only crawl backward in trepidation as the girl before him was no longer his victim. The girl before him...was a woman. A woman with a darker shade of everything head to toe and a look that could literally kill. It was a look...of pure fiery fury.

"... I'm putting you out of my misery."

With one more supersonic scream, the girl blasted Dumbbell into oblivion and dust as he let out a final scream of full fright, the resulting explosion setting the warehouse ablaze. Once the carnage was indulged in, she calmed down and softly breathed. Another brainstorm occurred:

What...the hell...just happened...? Did I...just kill someone...?

"Yo, Dumbbell! Are you still there? Where's Sunset? Dumbbell!"

Her brainstorm was interrupted and cut short by the voice of a familiar enemy of hers: a tough, no-nonsense biker-esque chick with zero tolerance of losers and backstabbers...especially the latter. Approaching the phone and picking it up, she listened as the voice droned on for quite a while before ending the call. She frowned as her ears perked up at the sounds of police sirens approaching from afar. From afar...? I have super sense now...? Clutching her newly-acquired phone away, she glanced down at her bruised and battered body. She couldn't possibly survive the winter only in the nude; then again...she did burn the warehouse only a few minutes ago.

No, out of the question. You need new clothes and you need them now.

Coming upon a thrift store not far off, she didn't bother asking for an invite and stumbled inside. Knowing that she was most likely to be arrested for arriving late after hours, she had to make do and fast. Taking a dusty backpack from off the shelves, she proceeded to stuff it with everything long-sleeved and booted (boots related). For her main outfit, she chose a black leather biker jacket, a colbalt blue medium sweater, navy blue slim fit jeans, black leather combat boots with matching leather fingerless gloves, and a dark grey scarf. Tucking away her newly-acquired phone and switchblade, she slung the backpack over her shoulders just as she realized something.

Shit! My journal! I have to get it back! She frowned once more and sighed to herself. Not yet, though. You practically killed someone and blew up their hideout. Congratulations, Sunset...

You're a criminal. A cruel and unusual one, no less.

Day #1. . .

It was two in the morning when Sunset realized she had no idea in the absolute slightest where she was going.

After leaving the thrift shop, she promised to go back and retrieve her journal. Apparently, that promise was broken by a vow to feed herself first. She stopped by a nearby fast-food establishment called 'Thatsaburger' (yes, the so-called "cousin" of 'Whataburger') before boarding a bus and never going back. Yes, despite the promise she made to obtain her journal. She made a replacement promise to retrieve it later whenever she felt like it and got the chance. She felt bad for worrying Twilight concerning her whereabouts, and she wouldn't expect her to understand, either; she was the Princess of Friendship, after all, giving her every right to worry and/or be worried.

Sunset exited the bus and entered the small town of...wherever she was. She just got on the bus and fell right to sleep. In the empire state of mind that was her delirious dreamscape, she forcibly flashbacked to the hours she made her first kill. Even in her mind-controlled position, she remember it all crystal clearly: Her beating and rape at the hands of Dumbbell, Dumbbell's death by disintegration at the hands of her, and the warehouse blowing up and burning down as the direct result of her newfound powers. These newfound powers of hers...

These weren't like the powers I unleashed during the Fall Formal... I was no Sunset Satan, Sunburn Shimmer, or Sundown Supernova, was I?

Author's Note

Now, this is a revised version of my original prologue that was supposed to be up to 2k words. I apologize for those who find it rushed...and excessive, considering the over-the-top rape scene. Sunset doesn't necessarily become the Dark Phoenix just yet, but she has a long way to go before she goes down that road.

This first chapter is clearly inspired by Dainn's "Anon-A-Miss" and cerealkiller78's "Silent Night". The other chapters will reference other Anon-A-Miss stories, such as SadisticFluttershy's "Apologies Aren't Always Enough" and The Toaster Repair's "Walk Through The Sun".

The story's plot can be seen as Carrie meets Akira; the style is a blend of Film Noir/Neo-Noir, Anime, and Heroic Bloodshed.