Shining Armor Rapes a Cheerleader in High School
Shining Armor huffed, blowing his mane out of his eyes.
English sucked.
The teacher was naggy. She assigned a lot of essays, even for an English class. Plus there were group projects—no picking partners, yes the partners he was assigned with sucked, and yes they lasted for the semester. That, and his grade wasn't the best. C is average, yeah, but when your sister is the smartest pony in all of Equestria by age six, parents begin to expect a little more than "just average." He'd show them. Only a year and a half until graduation, then off to the Royal Guard.
Still, it was a year and a half away. And he'd have to pass the time somehow.
Thankfully, he had Amethyst Star.
He never really talked to Amethyst Star.
She was popular, and he was not. He wasn't unpopular. He didn't get bullied or anything, but he was captain of the robotics team, and she was a Cheerleader; safe to say they weren't exactly similar. Except for one thing. They both took English last period. Fortunately enough for Shining she happened to sit just in front of him in English. In most classes Shining didn't care about, he'd just nap. However, napping was a phone call home in this class. Bollocks. At least Amethyst was a good view, and an image is all a horny colt needs to pass the time.
She had a curvaceous ass. Even in her short cheer skirt, it popped. She was blessed by Celestia with how plump her rump was, and it hung out the back of her seat between the slits in the plastic chair. She was in peak physique. A bit stocky, but not big by any means. In other words, for a small mare, she had a really thick ass.
Shining had long since tuned out of the lecture Misses Bitchface was giving, but he figured it wasn't too important. He felt an aching in his groin, and chewed on his lip. Shit, not the time. It wasn't rare he'd find himself staring at his classmates, or thinking about what any stallion his age would be thinking of when surrounded by as many gorgeous developing mares as he was, but usually he found it easy to suppress any physical signs of his urges. This was different.
Shining cracked his jaw and lightly tapped his hoof on his desk. He felt his length harden as it just barely hung from his sheath. It wasn't odd for stallions to leave their length out in public, but for Shining it sure was embarrassing. He did everything he could mentally to keep himself from being aroused. He closed his eyes tight and chanted to himself any and all repugnant things he could think of, like dead puppies, or EA, a random conjunction of capitalized vowels that made him loathe life itself. Alas, no progress was made, which left Shining with only one option. Relief.
He reached for his phone on the corner of his desk and turned it horizontally, sliding at the camera app for it to open. He struggled a bit at the awkward angle, trying to conceal he was using his phone, by staring at the teacher. Maybe he should have tried that first to lose his erection. Fuck it, too late, already committed to Plan B.
He traded glances between his phone and the teacher as he mindlessly spammed the photo button, taking picture after picture. It was too dangerous to check if the pictures were decent or not, so he had to go off of trust in his blind camera skills. If someone looked over his shoulder and saw pictures of their classmates ass they'd think he was a creep. I mean, they wouldn't entirely be wrong, but can a stallion really be faulted for just trying to get some sweet release?
He raised his hoof until Misses Bitch came in clutch and excused him to the restroom. He trotted awkwardly out of the room, in the best position he could to cover his extra appendage. Once he closed the door behind him, he darted his way to the bathroom down the hall as quick as he could, picked a stall, and locked it. He closed the lid to the toilet and made himself as comfortable as he could, leaning back against the cinder block wall. He bent his neck at an uncomfortable angle and spread his legs wide, allowing his now half-mast semi hang along with his tennis ball sized jewels. He adjusted himself, unleashed a sigh, then reached for his phone in his magical grasp.
He floated it close to him in his blue aura and turned it on, greeting him with blurred picture of some of Amethyst's backside and plywood from his desk. Shit, I hope they all aren't this bad—oh nevermind! The next couple of pictures were great! Good, quality pics of Amethyst's ass. What more could a stallion ask for? Perhaps he'd have to look into being a part of the reconnaissance unit in the Royal Guard.
He closed his eyes and laid back, gripping the base of his shaft and stroking off his now ninety five percent erect dick. A whinny escape his as he guided his hoof up and down his member. He'd open his eyes to admire his peer, then shut them once more, allowing him to enact his fantasy with as crystal as an image he could. He picked up the pace, thrusting briskly into the air as pleasure coursed the veins of his cock. With no interruptions, and a quick clean up, Shining would be back in class five or ten minutes at—
"Shining Armor!"
Shining jolted forward, nearly tumbling onto the ground. The stall door was shaking violently, and through the crack he saw an eyeball. His face flushed a ghostly white, whiter than his coat normally was, but this time with a pink tint in his cheeks as heat arose.
"Shining Armor!"
Amethyst?! His jaw dropped.
"Open this door Shining Armor, Lily said you took pictures of my ass!"
"Wh-what, no I didn't!" Shining stumbled onto his hooves and reached for the door, only to have it fly right past his face. Okay, the lock is broken on the second stall down the second floor bathroom, noted.
“Yes you did!” Amethyst held the door with her hoof. “Let me see your phone then!”
“W-what?” Shining stammered. There was no way in hell he was letting her see his phone. She could definitely grab it and run with it to the Principal or that bitch of a teacher if he brought it out. “I didn’t take any fucking pictures of you!”
Amethyst spun towards the bathroom entrance, giving Shining a glorious view of the exact thing he tried to rub one out to. It didn’t help his raging boner calm down any. “Hmph. Guess I’ll just have to go tell the closest teacher that I caught you masturba—“
“Wait!” Shining scrambled in front of her and blocked her way out of the bathroom, “you can’t do that! I’ll be suspended, or expelled!”
She tried to push him aside, but he wouldn’t budge. “Maybe you should have thought of that before taking pictures of me, you creep!” She once again tried to push him out of the way, but all of the sudden, he pushed her back—hard. “Hey!”
Shining just had about enough of her shit. She thought she could just go around acting like a slut and not have the stallions notice? He probably wasn’t even the only one to have a picture of that ass, yet she was trying to ruin him and his career?
“Shining Armor, if you don’t move the fuck out of the way, I swear I’ll—“
She never got a chance to finish. Shining was through with her. He grabbed her and forced her back to where this whole ordeal started.
Shining pushed Amethyst into the stall, her forehead connecting with the toilet seat, earning a shrill cry. He locked the stall, and quickly crouched over her, lining himself up with her backside. He grunted, moving her panties to the side just enough for him to see her nethers, but keeping her cheer skirt untouched.
Amethyst wailed, tears quickly falling from her cheeks, puddling on the cold tile floor and toilet seat. "Shining, stop! I'll tell someone, I swear. Stop, stop, stop, you fucking psycho!"
"Oh shut it, it wouldn't be the first time I've heard that one before. Besides, I wouldn't be surprised if you haven't been in this position before." He slapped his dick against her plot, causing a little bit of movement, turning him on even more.
"I'll tell Mrs. Blossom, you're going to get in so much troub—AAAH—mmff!" Shining quickly wrapped his hooves around her muzzle as he penetrated her thick flanks. His hips ground against hers, creating a delightful bit of friction for himself. Her vagina squeezed around his meat tightly, but he didn't feel any hymen like the first time he'd taken advantage of his sister, confirming his theory Amethyst wasn't exactly new to this. Still, she was as tight as an elementary filly. He gnashed his teeth together and created as much momentum as possible as he buried himself into her. She squirmed and kicked, but Shining's pure size was much too overwhelming for her, even as fit as she was.
Shining rutted her as hard as he could, not exactly as fast as he could. Almost as if he was putting as much as he could with every thrust, not entirely sure if he was trying to inflict pain or release as much pent up stress and fantasy as he desired. Regardless, Shining shoved himself forwards, his flare widening inside her folds as her insides caressed his member. She squeezed her canal as tight as she could as if she was trying to pop Shining out of her like a cork. Despite the effort, all she did was invite the stallion to continue pummeling her, mightier now as pleasure mounted in his throbbing meat. Shining pushed sharply, jostling about, causing her ass to shake underneath her skirt. He took a hoof and pushed up her last bit of cover to reveal her plot bouncing wildly as he violated her. Ecstasy coursed through his cock as it throbbed mightily with the added visual of her rippling backside.
He groaned, bottoming out in Amethyst who was still crying her heart out. It was devastating, to be so young, to feel so invincible only for a cold reminder that even those close to you can hurt you, can make you feel weak and powerless. She hung her head, and allowed him to use her body. She felt her butt jiggle back and forth with every thrust, and she felt like a whore. When he rutted her particularly hard she lurched forward, bruising her thighs against the porcelain throne.
He ground his hips against hers, no longer battering her, but enjoying his cock fully lodged inside his victim. One of the hottest girls in school, a cheerleader, his little cocksleeve. He humped selfishly, enjoying the warmth and friction of Amethyst's walls. He wrapped her tail around his hoof, and pulled her ass closer to his hips as he rocked forwards. "Fuck," he gasped, "I'm getting close."
Amethyst's eyes shot open, her pupils shrinking to pinpricks. She threw a foreleg back and squirmed violently. Shining moved the leg from her tail and placed it firmly into her back to keep her from flailing. He retracted the hoof that was on her mouth—now covered in snot, saliva, and bodily fluid—on her coat, allowing her to take a deep breath. "You fucking better not cum inside me!" She slapped away one of his hooves. "You're not even fucking protected, you fucking psych—." Shining firmly pressed his hoof back over her mouth, and she screamed into it as loud as she could. Alas, her cries were barely audible, and she was subjected to the same persistent assault she'd endured for what felt like an eternity.
Shining pulled back towards the entrance of her walls for the first time in at least a minute, only for his hips to crash against her plot again, creating a delectable smack that emanated throughout the bathroom. "Fuuuuuck." Shining hissed. He could barely help himself anymore. He pumped into her savagely. The brutal assault on her cervix earned some strong, but futile protests from his cockwarmer. His dick twitched inside of her, growing as his pleasure peaked. Over and over, he rammed his hips into her hindquarters, satisfying him with a sensational jiggle of her ass. He closed his eyes, losing all sense of control and immersing himself his fantasy turned reality. He was close and he knew it; he continued to pillage her tunnel as it suctioned his throbbing member, akin to the strength of a vacuum.
Shining's closeness overcame him at last, he relinquished a deep groan, collapsing on top of his victim, completely eclipsing her with his massive stature. His member convulsed inside of her, erupting like a volcano, filling her with his warm lava-like ejaculate. Cum exploded in the catacombs of Amethyst's womb and she winced, tears once again dripping from her now blank eyes. She shut her eyes tight, relaxing her body completely with no other choice but to accept defeat, as she felt his member flare inside of her, glob after glob of cum filling her to the brim, but even more she felt Shining's girth expand tearing her to the point of excruciating pain. She'd probably had yelped if the pain was at all comparable to the pain in her chest, both physical and emotional. The emotion of accepting the reality she just endured, and the physical pressure that a stallion twice her size was suffocating her as his body sprawled across hers.
It seemed like a century as he was emptying himself into her, all his stress, all his aggression. Shining released a final, curt groan into her ear, and stopped thrusting.
The snake stopped spraying its venom.
All that remained were the vehement breaths of both ponies as well as their thoughts. Amethyst's, damn near impossible to parse, while Shining's were perhaps a little more telling.
His penis, now back to a semi, squelched its way back to Amethyst's folds. He used to his forehooves to push himself off of Amethyst's back and onto all fours once again, a great position to admire his handiwork. When he popped his dick from her vagina, cum flowed from the violated entrance like a waterfall. Her cheerleader skirt now mostly covered her bruised butt, and her panties were still moved to the side from the beginning of the sexcapade. He grinned. He’d finally gotten with a mare outside his family. It wasn’t the way he imagined, but nevertheless, he did it.
Then came the cries. Soft, but in the quiet stall they were obnoxious. Shining shut his eyes tightly and shook his head. His heart felt heavy. Oh right… I’m kind of a shitty pony. How about that…
“Wh-why?” Amethyst managed in a faint whimper.
Shining looked at the floor, ashamed.
Then he realized.
“Wait, aren’t you the one who, like, barged into the stallion’s bathroom and started threatening me—”
Amethyst snapped her neck around, eyes narrowed, face flushed of her normal color. “But you fucking raped me!”
“No offense, but like, you tried to steal my phone, and committed unwanted contact with me, in some definitions of the word, that’s also rape.”
“Are you fucking seriou—”
“Shh, shh, it’s okay, it’s okay. Mistakes were made on both sides—”
“What the fuck, are you crazy? In what solar system am I at all at fault?”
“That would be this one.”
Amethyst growled, stumbling back onto all fours.“You’re psychotic.”
“And you were a good lay. Now if you excuse me, there’s like twenty minutes of class left, and it seems like you need a minute. Your mascara is kind of running, and you need some time to clean up some of… ya know.”
“Oh, I could imagine.” She sneered. Forget daggers, she stared at him with full on rapiers.
“Yeah, so I’m just gonna leave you to it… See ya next Monday.” Shining whistled, slipping out of the stall, unlocking the main door to the bathroom—Amethyst must have locked it on her way in, huh, weird—and trotting his way back to class.
Amethyst fell to her hind legs and once more cried into her hooves.
Author's Note
The following is a fan based parody...
Not doing that. But uh, rape is bad and you should feel bad. In fantasy and fictional horses it's kinda whatever, but actual rape is super uncool, super immoral, and super illegal. i don't condone it and neither should you.
Shining Armor Rapes Lyra at a Houseparty
The house party was insane.
Cadance’s parents were out of town or whatever. Some business trip or whatever. Naturally, Cadance wanted to host a party while they were gone; invite the whole school, she said. Shining was elated for the possibilities: dancing, getting drunk, convincing Cadance to bring along one of her friends for a threesome in her parents’ bed.
You know—the formative high school experience.
Nearly two hundred students filled the three-story estate, trembling with pop music, pulsating with lights and shadows. The cool early summer night allowed the bodies to be so dense without it ever becoming stuffy. The kegs were downstairs in the kitchen, and most of the students danced in the living room and dining room. At least a couple of people had requisitioned the second-floor guest bedroom and Cadance’s room; considering most of them were swaying and half-naked before reaching the rooms, it was obvious what plans they had.
And in the master bedroom sat Shining Armor. Alone. Waiting on the edge of the bed for Cadance and her friend of choice to return.
She had been gone for at least an hour.
Every second frustrated the young stallion more and more. His cock ached, drooping halfway out of his sheathe. His balls pleaded to be unburdened.
The bed was cushy at least, although that comfort only lasted for a few minutes before Shining found the urge to stir. He hopped up, and strode across the bedroom.
The master bedroom was a gigantic room, easily twice or thrice the size of his own room. The bed area was elevated a half a foot from the rest of the room. After stepping down, Shining made his way to the leisure space: shelves filled with books and ornaments. A large television and entertainment stand centered against a large pane of glass that looked out onto the terrace. A couch was in front of it. The carpet was fresh and clean and plush. It was like walking on a thin patch of clouds.
Shining examined the shelves. Mostly hardback books with solid color covers and gold trimming. Law books, romance novels—definitely Vita’s. The mare was a famous romance novelist. Farther down, the open shelves ended, and a set of double oak doors were there. They were unlocked. Shining pulled one open to reveal a shelf full of little black boxes. Curious, he pulled one from the shelf.
It was a VHS tape. Celestia, he hadn’t seen one since he was in kindergarten. It was still in a cardboard sleeve. On the side, a label read a date: 97/5/25. Looking back at the shelf, there must’ve been...oh, a dozen or more of them. They all read the same, ranging from the mid-nineties to the new millennium.
Shining pulled out the tape and checked it; it was partially rewound. He glanced behind him; there was indeed a tape player on a shelf below the television.
“Fuck it.”
He closed the cabinet doors and walked over to the television. He popped the tape into the player and turned on the television. The screen flickered and changed from a solid blue to the master bedroom covered in candlelight. The screen framed the bed, where a pink mare in black lingerie was kneeling. Her top was off, her perky tits spilled out. And even though the camera’s angle left her out of frame, Shining recognized who it was.
It was Cadance’s mother, Vita Bella.
Shining just stared at the screen. Vita Bella ran her hooves over her body, over her silk fur. Her hips thrusted slowly.
“Are you ready?” came her breathless voice over the speakers. A man—Cadance’s father, Scusami—entered the frame. He was stark naked, his throbbing stallionhood hanging out a good foot in front of him, and he stepped forward again. He and she met and a smack came as they passionately made out for the camera.
The beast awoke, fully unsheathing and hanging out. He plopped limply onto the couch, his large cock bobbing slightly as his body settled.
Vita had always been a hottie; the town milf, more or less. She kept in shape. Made herself look pretty.
Of course, her scrumptious flanks and wide hips didn’t hurt.
Shining reclined a bit on the couch, idly stroking his length. Cadance was late—probably passed out somewhere in the house—and Shining had grown impatient. Might as well get off watching Vita get fucked into near unconsciousness.
Shining licked his lips as Scusami pushed on his wife, laying her down on the bed. They continued their passionate kissing for another minute, then he started traveling the down his wife’s neck and collarbone. She moaned at the pecks, growing in volume the closer he reached her breasts, breaking into a crescendo as he took her right nipple into his mouth.
The bedroom door flew open and was slammed shut. Shining jumped and turned around, surprised to see not his girlfriend, but Lyra Heartstrings stumbling about. She was wearing a spaghetti strap tanktop, draping over her chest floof and hanging just above her waist. Her navel peeked out from underneath. She wore jean shorts, and just the frill of a pair of baby blue panties stuck out.
A red plastic cup was wobbling in her magic. She quickly saw Shining, and, even though she was clearing on the verge of passing out, she took on a look of disgust and confusion.
“What the fuck?!” she slurred. “Are you fucking jerk—”
Shining Armor, while not the most athletic colt, managed to vault over the couch and grabbed her. He clasped a hoof over her mouth. The beer fell from the air as he pushed her against the wall next to the door. His dick poked at her navel.
It noted with a throb how soft she was.
An idea wormed his way into his head. He grinned at it. Shining shifted the hoof over her mouth, grabbing her by her bob cut and shoved her toward the television and the window. She let out a cry as she hit the floor, and she regained her senses and looked up, Shining was already towering over her again.
He took her by the head, pushing her back on her haunches, and forced her back into the large glass window. He mashed his dick into her face.
“Alright, here’s the fucking deal,” he growled, looking down at Lyra. His fierce eyes saw a fear through the drunken fog of hers. “I’m going to fuck your face, your mouth, your fucking throat. And you’re not going to yell or bite. And if you do, this window is going to be your exit. Understood?”
Fervent nods told him that things were crystal clear.
Shining lined up his dick with her mouth. “Now, open up.”
Lyra whimpered as Shining’s magic took hold of her jaw. She struggled a tad before her mouth was forced apart. When her mouth was open far enough, Shining pushed forward, humming slightly as his dick entered the warm, moist confines of her mouth. A drug-out moan shook from within him.
He started thrusting the first two inches in and out of her mouth, testing her. His dark glare almost begged her to bite, nip, fight back. He anticipated it. He loved it when they fought back.
But alas, Lyra only whimpered, keeping her teeth out of the way. Her eyes were screwed shut. Little beads of tears swelled at the corner of her eyes.
The strokes grew longer; another few inches entered her mouth. He hit the back of her throat. Shining’s nostrils flared, and he sped up.
Just by jabbing at the back of her throat, he felt more of her saliva coat his dick. Her tongue rubbed along the bottom of it. It drove the stallion mad how good it felt. Cadance was a good, but there was something special about Lyra that made it more enjoyable.
“For a dyke, your mouth makes a pretty good cocksleeve,” he grunted. He shifted his weight, planting both forehooves on the glass, pinning her down with just his pelvis.
In the background, Shining heard gentle moans of Cadance’s mother in the video over the party downstairs. He almost wished he could see what was going on. He was curious about how much of a freak Vita was.
But he had something to keep his attention, and he looked down at Lyra. Her entire muzzle was covered in spit, soaking into her fur, and tears caused her mascara to smear all around her eyes. Whimpering, sniffling, refusing to even spare the stallion a glance.
Shining smiled—she looked absolutely beautiful.
But he wasn’t done, or close to it. He stopped thrusting and widened his stance on his back legs. He slowly pressed forward, quickly reaching the back of Lyra’s mouth and the entrance of her throat. He paused, merely for his own benefit, and pressed onward.
The resistance was almost orgasmic; as soon as the head of his dick finally slid past the opening, Lyra gagged instinctively. She brought up her forehooves and pushed against his pelvis.
Shining’s lit up, and his magic forced her hooves away and against the glass. Lyra continued to gag, her throat rejecting the perpetrator, as Shining force-fed her his stallion meat until his hips met her lips.
Her throat was tight. Tighter than Cadance’s mouth. Tighter than any of the cheerleader’s cunts. And the way it squeezed and pulsated as she choked on his thickness made him force himself to stay put and enjoy it.
Lyra squirmed, moving her head from side to side. Shining grabbed a hoof-full of her mane and ground his hips into her muzzle. Her throat spasmed, desperate attempts to take in a breath. But it received none, and only spurred Shining on.
Shining pulled his dick from her esophagus. Lyra gasped for delicious air during her split-second respite before Shining shoved himself back inside full force. He started with long, deep motions, going from his balls resting against her chin to just the head of his cock within the confines of her gorgeous muzzle. Her mouth was frothing, saliva dripping his shaft and the corners of her mouth. And what fur on her face that wasn’t covered in spit was soaked with tears, as she weeped openly.
As Shining continued, the strokes grew shorter but remained deeper; eventually, he stopped pulling out enough to allow her short breaths. Every thrust forward elicited a gag, and her throat inadvertently squeezed him as it grasped for air, no matter how short it was.
But Shining’s flare and medial ring, kept it sealed like a vacuum.
Shining looked down at the mare. Her eyes were open and rolling in the back of her head. Her face glowed a deep red underneath her mint fur, and the only sounds emanating from her were the squelshing from his dick pounding her throat raw. Just beneath her chin, he could see the bulge of himself in her throat as he slid back and forth.
He dispelled his magic and let go of her hooves; they fell limply. The pitiful mare must have passed out from oxygen deprivation, from having his cock inside her. That thought spurred the stallion further. He grabbed her head with both hooves, mounting her head as he would mare in heat, and relentlessly rutted her face. He used her as if she was nothing more than a wet hole constricting his throbbing length, and he was undoubtedly her first dick. He considered stopping, throwing her onto the floor, and breaking her in like a real stallion would. Destroying the tight virgin cunt. Making sure she was too sore and hoarse to move when she awoke, his seed leaking from her mouth, her pussy, her ass—
At the deepest point in a thrust, Shining Armor found himself exploding inside Lyra.
It was one of the most intense orgasms he had ever felt in his young life. His flare enlarged, visibly seen from the exterior of the mare, and fired a shot of cum into her. Her vacant eyes didn’t awaken. Her unconscious body just accepted it, accepted the stallion looming over her, using her, pumping his fresh semen into her gut, her throat, her vulnerable body. Some of it backed up and started flowing out of her nostrils.
In the background of his orgasm, he could hear Vita moaning as she and her husband climaxed together, broken up by the music downstairs and the smack of them kissing each other.
The length of Shining’s orgasm was definitely a personal record. Lasted damn near a whole minute filling the mare. He felt his dick soften and retract slightly, and he released her head and stepped back.
Lyra fell to the ground. The impact knocked her back into consciousness, and she started coughing up semen left in her throat. She gagged and hacked up his cum onto the floor before curling up into a ball. She shook and tucked her head in between her forehooves.
Shining had considered other plans with her, but—he looked down at his cock, nearly fully retracted in his sheath. He got a little too carried away with the face-fucking, it seemed. Nonetheless, he was satisfied.
He glanced at the TV; the video tape had reached the end. Nothing but blue glow radiated from the screen. He pivoted and trotted for the door, sparing the distraught mare a glance and a licking of his lips.
He thought, “Maybe I should find her marefriend” before exiting the bedroom.
