Justice Finally Served

It was a great honor to go to Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns. It was a greater honor to become her personal protégé.

But it was also a huge lump of concentrated stress. Sometimes Nightfall Gleam wondered if being Celestia’s personal student was worth it. Just being a student there gave her incredible opportunities without the added responsibilities of the spotlight.

What made it harder was who she had to follow. Before Nightfall, Celestia's main student was Twilight Sparkle, who ended up becoming the Princess of Friendship. Could Nightfall live up to that? From meeting Twilight, she wasn't even sure it was something she wanted to live up to. As nice as she was, Twilight was clearly a bit nutty from the stress of Celestia's tutelage.

But Nightfall was determined to prove that she was worth it. She wouldn't become a Princess who could level a city, but she could still do great things. She had a responsibility to be someone other students looked up to. Because of that, making 100% on assignments wasn‘t enough. She had to really wow them with her results.

It was because of that well-meaning attitude she ended up where she did. When assigned a transformation potion, all Celestia expected was transforming into a cat or dog. Nightfall wanted to go for something more difficult: a fire-breathing dragon. Not even a changeling could pull off a dragon that breathed fire.

The problem arose because the idea, while possible in theory, required rare ingredients. The school store sold only the most common, so she went to other markets. There she found most others, but there was one no merchant in the reputable markets sold. The only place she heard of that might have it was ‘Charmed & Cursed Curios’ in one of the least reputable districts in Canterlot.

Others warned her to bring an adult, but she didn't see how that was necessary. It wasn't like this was the Everfree Forest where something might eat her. Besides, she wanted the potion to surprise everypony she knew. That and with her dark purple coat, deep blue mane, and dull green eyes, she wouldn't draw attention at night. The only bright part about her was the white and yellow wand on her flank, but a cloak could cover it.

To keep it a surprise though, she left late and got no better directions than the one merchant in the main marketplace gave her. It turned out they were awful directions, and she spent hours walking in circles. Two hours in with Luna's Moon high over her head, she decided it was time to ask directions. She'd need them now even to give up and go home.

But there weren't a lot of ponies out, and those looked intimidating. She hadn't thought this place would be dangerous, but maybe that was wrong. The first ponies she saw after deciding to ask for directions were an angry-looking elderly stallion with one eye, a frazzled mare that looked like she drank one too many recreational potions, and a pair of amorous stallions mounting either end of a third stallion inside an alleyway. None of those things screamed ‘ask me directions’ and the filly was too young to appreciate the latter.

Nightfall was close to crawling into a crevice somewhere to sleep so she could try again in the morning, but found someone less intimidating, or rather they found her. He startled her at first, approaching silently from behind and tapping her little bottom to get her attention, but after a brief freak-out, she calmed and nodded.

This unicorn stallion seemed decent enough. He had dark gray fur and dark red mane, so he didn't show up much in the dark. At least except for his pale blue eyes and a wide friendly smile that cut through the building tension inside her at being lost. His cutie mark was a simple quill which could have meant many occupations, but he seemed bright and friendly all the same.

"Are you lost, little one?" the stallion asked kindly. "I've seen you pass by here a few times tonight. It's not safe for any pony to wander around alone so late, much less a filly."

"Oh um, hellos," Nightfall smiled, feeling better already. "I was looking for Charmed & Cursed Curious, to get some Ignis Draconis flower for a school project."

"A school project?" the stallion tilted his head. "That's quite an advanced ingredient." He tapped his chin. "I don't think they're open, but you're in luck! I just so happened to buy a bundle the other day and have more than I need. Why don't I let you have some and then walk you home?"

"Oh really?" Nightfall sighed with relief. "Thank you, Mister... um..."

"Fox M. Quill," the stallion ruffled her mane in a good-natured manner. "You said school? Are you one of the fillies from Celestia's school? Hm... I don't normally go for... never mind. What's your name?"

"Nightfall Gleam," smiled Nightfall. "And thanks again Mister."

"Of course," Fox nodded. He looked around cautiously, perhaps as intimidated by the location as her, then turned to lead her towards another nearby alleyway. "I apologize that I live in such a shoddy place, but you won't have to be here that long."

"It's not so bad," Nightfall said, even though it was. She wanted to be polite since the colt was so nice to her.

The filly trotted along after him, then sped to a gallop when it was clear he wasn't slowing down his own trot for the short-legged foal behind him. He seemed in a hurry to get into his house, but perhaps he didn't want her in danger, or perhaps was unused to having to walk slow for a foal to keep up.

The dark alley didn't seem like a place where a house front would be, and indeed it wasn't. They were going in the back way. She paused when she realized there was no door here and he opened a window instead.

"Oh sorry, I should have mentioned," Fox said with an awkward chuckle. "I'm having trouble with the front door being stuck. I have someone scheduled to come fix it tomorrow but until then it's the window for us! Let me help you."

"Oh um, okay," Nightfall nodded, her innocent mind seeing no reason to believe he was up to anything. The state of things clearly embarrassed him.

Focused on the window as it opened with his magic, Nightfall didn't see the needle he had hidden in his mane. It floated over, jabbed into her neck with clinical precision, and injected her with an unknown substance. She squealed at the sting, but the squeal devolved into gurgles as her body went limp.

Fox pushed a hoof to her plot and shoved her into the window as he promised. She blushed even in her stunned condition as his brittle hoof rubbed against her tiny slit in the process before she tumbled into his home. She slumped on the floor and spasmed several times as she tried to stand before collapsing. The confused filly blinked and looked around to get her bearings.

The lights were off at first, and it got darker when he crawled in after her and latched the windows and blinds behind him. The soft glow of his magic across the room turned on the light switch and several magical torches ignited.

It looked like they'd entered the bedroom, though it was a peculiar one. She couldn't see all of it since how her head landed on the floor restricted her view, but the only furniture she saw was a rickety old bed and a long set of drawers opposite it. The drawers were about as high as the bed, but alchemy equipment covered them, from flasks to ingredient jars. It was unusual that there weren’t any other decorations or embellishments in the otherwise plain bedroom.

Nightfall's mind spun. She tried to speak, but only nonsense came out. Instead her brain cluttered further as she tried to think of why he was doing this. Why would a lone stallion drag a little filly into a dark alley, drug her, and then push her into his bedroom?

... oh Celestia no.

A chill flowed through her unrelated to her current numbness. One of the first things she'd learned at school was sex education. It might seem an odd thing to learn at magic school, but Celestia was very particular about it. She said she wanted her students to realize when some pervert might want to take advantage of them. Apparently it was something she had a problem with in the past and took extremely serious.

But it wasn't something Nightfall thought of, so it never occurred to her she shouldn't be going into a dark alley with a strange stallion. She felt colossally stupid for forgetting such a basic lesson, but the fear of what she now suspected would happen to her overshadowed that.

She rationalized to make herself feel at least a little better. He'd drugged her, which meant he wanted her to forget the experience so she couldn't turn him in. Which meant he didn't intend to kill her, right? She'd wake up tomorrow used but otherwise unharmed. Even if she didn't have her memories, she was certain she’d figure out what happened and go to Celestia for help.

She expected to fall unconsciousness quickly, but didn't. She hoped she would before he started anything perverse. Even if she might not remember it later, she wasn't keen on experiencing it to begin with.

"It's not much," Fox commented as if he hadn't just drugged a filly in preparation for foal rape. "I move around a lot. I moved to Canterlot a few weeks ago and will move again within a few weeks. So um, how old are you?"

As if she could answer. But he tugged her saddlebags off of her, shuffling around inside until he found her student id.

"Mmm, that's pretty young," he said as he locked the door to his room. "I don't go out of my way to bang fillies with single-digit ages, but I will not say no to a hole that tight either. Pussy is pussy, right?"

His kind voice faded as he spoke. It shifted from his fake kindness to a tone one might use when shown a plate full of their most delicious meal. That alone was terrifying, but she could only lay there limp and watch her tears puddle on the floor in front of her.

"I prefer adult mares," Fox commented, as if assuring her that he wasn't normally a foalaphile was supposed to make it better. "Especially pregnant mares because of their large tits. Then again, there's just something about cutting off a promising young life, all that potential shattered just to get off.”

Wait, cutting off a promising young life? Now she really wished she could scream, but all she managed was to look up at him. The angle let her see his sheath as it swelled beneath him, tip of his stallionhood emerging like a monster ready to feast on prey.

"I like to target no-names like immigrants or homeless mares," chuckled Fox, the good-natured tone returning. "But you're Celestia's student. According to your ID, her personal protégé, just like that hot slut that became Princess of Friendship or whatever-the-fuck. I've never murdered somepony that important before. While I shouldn't indulge... oh wow... I'm sure you understand. I can't not do this when you practically walk up and impale yourself on my dick."

Nightfall hyperventilated and her eyes shifted to the closed window. She summoned up all her energy trying to tug the window back open, but her horn only sparked pathetically and no more. Even if she wasn't drugged, a filly her age of any talent wasn't a match for a full grown unicorn without a magic surge. That wasn't happening with whatever he'd given her.

As she looked up from the floor, dizziness rained over her more, but she cut through it with her sharp mind, determined to focus. He said he'd hurt her, but she continued to rationalize why he wouldn't. Maybe he enjoyed frightening a little filly, and she'd still just forget this and wake up somewhere else.

Her eyes met his stallion parts again. It'd fully extended, throbbing at full hardness and ready to defile her innocence. Oh Celestia no, was this really happening?

"Do you know what rape is, little one?" Fox growled with lust. "You probably do, they teach pretty well in city schools, which is a pity because it makes fillies harder to victimize. Still, I bet you never expected it to happen to you. It always peeved me that fillies and mares in Equestria have the luxury of expecting to never be raped."

More tears of panic streamed down her face as she managed to open her muzzle, but her attempt at a scream came out as a squeak. It'd been adorable had it not been one of the last sounds the filly ever made. Desperate, she tried to cut through her fear and concentrate on her magic, but she couldn't even get a spark now.

"Look little one, you're not getting out of this," Fox's grin grew wicked, petting her mane mockingly. "You can try to scream all you want; it will just make you more delicious."

Nightfall stared up at him in fear as he held her head and forced her to look into his eyes. He purred as he drank in the fear on her face.

"Ever heard of 'The Killer Doctor'?" Fox asked before he ran his tongue up the side of her face to taste her tears. His shaft was touching the floor now, massive and intimidating to the tiny filly. "I guess you're not up on serial killers with your studies so probably not. I wish they'd call me Doctor Quill, but I guess that's the price I pay for being so good at it. No pony knows who I am. Just my method."

"What do you mean killer?" Fox added in a mocking rendition of her voice, moving her muzzle with his hooves as if puppeting her. "Oh noes! How is my super sexy death going to occur?"

"I use a very specific poison," Fox smirked and continued in his own voice. "Because I want to get credit for all my victims, but they still haven't figured out how many I've really killed because sometimes they don't find them or the creature isn't important enough to run a toxicology test on. Basically I infected you with a paralytic that destroys your higher brain function. You go limp and sink into a vegetable state as it destroys your mind, but remain conscious and unable to sleep. Afterward I'll use you as my personal fuck doll, but I won't feed you."

“You'll die of thirst in a few days,” He continued. “Assuming you can't live on the bit of cum I'll leave in your belly. Then I'll fuck your cooling corpse one more time for the road and toss your worthless wasted cadaver in the trash. And I want you to understand that. All your efforts to be the best as Celestia's student were WORTHLESS. When you leave this place, it will be in a trash bag. Chances are they ‘ll crush your rotting corpse into a landfill before anypony even finds you.”

She‘d feared being raped, but losing her virginity in such a humiliating manner wasn't the worst that would happen to her. When he told her it would destroy her mind that dropped her into an endless pit of despair. Her mind was her everything. To have it reduced to ash before dying of thirst, tossed out with the trash... she didn't even care about the rape. She just wanted to keep her mind!

"P-please," Nightfall stammered. It took an incredible effort to speak, and even he arched an eyebrow when she managed it. "Don't. I-I'll be... sex slave, can do anything... but keep mind... please..."

"Oh anything?" he smirked harder. "Are you sure? What if I asked you to help me lure in other mares and fillies? How about your classmates? Your family? Your teacher? Now THAT would be the kill of the century."

"No, I..." Nightfall's mind raced for an answer. There had to be an answer; she'd always been able to find an answer to the most difficult problems, but...

"Even if I had an antidote, I wouldn't give it to you, Fuck Toy," Fox said, his expression turning serious. "That was your name, right? Fuck Toy?"

She opened her muzzle again to speak, but couldn't get another word out. It was a miracle she got anything out, but there was nothing left afterward.

"You know, normally," Fox said, stroking his shaft with a telekinetic grip. "It'd be impossible to find out about you without drawing attention to myself. But for you, your name will be all over the paper when you're missing, even more if they find your well-fucked corpse. It'll have your parents names, the city they live in, it won't be hard to find out the rest. I'll hunt down and do this same thing to every female in your family, including the cunt that squeezed you out."

Nightfall's mind swam, too young to deal with anything close to this. She thought nothing scared her more than losing her mind, but her family experiencing the same? She twitched her head in a vague 'no' movement, but otherwise was helpless. All she could do was hope he meant the threat to scare her and nothing more.

"So then," he grinned and stroked her head again. "Think back on your life and how all your efforts will amount to getting some psychopath's cock off hard. It's time to start."

He moved to sit on his haunches in front of her, shaft throbbing and even with her eyes as he removed her cloak and tossed it aside. She felt like she needed to vomit as it came inches from her face, able to smell the musky scent of adult fuck flesh. She lacked the energy to even throw up though. He grasped her head as she stared, purring at the abject horror on her face.

She wanted to beg, but knew even if she could it was no use. This stallion was a psychopath; the more she begged the more he'd get off on it. There was nothing to do. So she choked on her sobs as she stared cross-eyed at the tip of his shaft, inches from defiling her throat.