I whipped out my keys and inserted them into my family’s apartment lock as I came home from a heavy day of the young boys basketball tournament. I was wearing my team’s colors and all of my sweaty gym material because I still didn’t believe what my team had accomplished. My sports bag hung low on my right arm and I was messy as I struggled to open the door to my home. But I didn’t care as I was so excited that I could scream out into the heavens. My team, the underdog Canterlot high Blue colts is on the way to the finals.

‘I can not believe that we made it! This is still so cool!’I thought to myself

After a strong twist that made the lock mechanism groan due to its age and over usage, I pushed myself inside with a huff and push. The small apartment was dark and cluttered. The entrance hallway was full of old junk my dad loves to hoard and keep. It always made me shudder as I remember the plasticine dolls my grandma gave him and he lined them up in this very hallway. I clenched my bag very close to my body and walked through the narrow and scarce space. The clearing of the junk hallway has two more small rooms close together: My room and the kitchen that is on the right.

I look inside the kitchen to find my mom next to a bottle of her favorite glass drink and she is slumped over the table. I didn’t want to bother her and tried to sneak away, but the crunching sound of papers underneath my foot alerted her I was home.

“Rumble? Sweetie? Come here, I want to talk to you.” I heard my mom mumble through her arms. I sighed as I lowered my sports bag onto the ground and walked over to my (possibly) drunken mom. I always hated when she got drunk or would open the bottle. She doesn’t hit me or anything, but it's just a sad sight to see in a kind woman like her.

I walked over to my mom and shook her slightly on the shoulder.

“Mom. You ok? You need some water or something?” I asked as she lifted her head and looked at me with reddened eyes.

“That’s not why I called you over Rumble. I wanted to hear how the game went.” My mom said in a strained voice of false happiness. I grimaced slightly at her trying to sound confident and happy for me.

“Well… IT WENT GREAT! You should have seen my team! We were dunking and slamming and shooting! We were like savages!” I said with my honest excitement. I did hand motions and body motions alongside my words.

My mom giggled at my expense. “Congratulations dear. I am very proud that you have been doing your part in achieving your dreams. Why, I bet you must be the talk of the class by now! Next stop is autographs and endorsements.” Mom lifted her up even more and placed her calloused hand on my face. Her hair has turned a light hue of gray-ish peach over the years. Her face still had a strong 20 year old look even though she is in her late 40s.

Mom continued with her sentence. “When I was your age, I was going to be an actress and the talk of the town myself you know. I'm going to marry a star and all of these aspirations...but well..” My mom solemnly stopped and I became downcast myself. She has always told me why she stopped pursuing her dreams and why dad..

“So have you told Scootaloo yet?”

My heart quickly skipped a beat at the mention of my girlfriend’s name.

“What is with that random question mother?!” I said in distress as I slightly backpedalled. My mom placed a hand on her mouth and gave me a look of shock and surprise.

“..You haven’t told her haven’t you? Rumble, she should have been the first to know or.. Was she at the game today?” My mom asked me questioningly as I gave her a face.

“No mom… I didn’t.” I said as I started to go to my room. My mother didn’t say another word as she saw me leave the kitchen.

Memories of our last conversation surfaced in my head 6 months back. I remembered telling Scootaloo that I needed to focus on playing basketball and that I couldn’t hang out with her for a while. Then I think back to our argument 2 weeks ago about how I don’t pay attention to her like I used to and that she thinks I stopped loving her. I placed a hand on my cheek as I remember the sting from the slap from that day when I only replied with the most cheesy line I could think of.

“I am doing this for you” I said as I hitched a breath as I reached my room door.

It's not like I have any choice besides basketball Scootaloo. I need the scholarships for college. I remember back to the same excuse I use time and time again as I keep reaffirming my goals and objectives. These thoughts reached a crescendo as I opened my room door.

My room was a littered mess of basketball paraphernalia, exercise equipment, my cheap PC, and the RickenbackerTM 4003 my bastard of a brother left me when he bailed. I inhaled the musky scent of my room from all of the magazines and used sports catalogues as I walked inside my room; the same floorboards creaked underneath my feet as I dropped my bag and went to my bed to lay down. As soon as I reached my bed however, I found a strange brown cardboard box just sitting on top of my pillow.

“That wasn’t there before.” I said as I lifted the box up to see if it was a mailed package or something. It has no address, stamp, or PO box number. Upon closer examination, the box only had the wording of “T #1” in bold marker. My first instinct is going to my mom and asking her if this was hers or my dads.

“Hey mom. Why is this box here?” I asked my mom as I saw her putting the bottle back in the cupboard with the other dishes. I saw her look at the package in my hand and she said that she found it on the ground outside. We have a small conversation about the box, but she basically says that neither her or my old man ordered anything to be delivered to them so that naturally pointed to me. I had multiple questions to ask her about this suspicious box, but her being in an inebriated state meant that I wasn’t going to get anywhere with this conversation. So with no real answer as to what this could be, I just left on my computer desk as I went back and closed the door. To be safe, I even asked the dark side of “Askit” the chances of me getting a bomb in the mail was. The community answered and said that, well for lack of a better term, I would have been “blown to mercury” if my mom or I so much as moved the box roughly. I am relieved as I did snatch off of my bed without caution earlier, but my concerns made me wonder what could be inside if it isn’t a bomb? I shook my head and let my mind drift to the thoughts of my girlfriend and painfully reflect on how our relationship has been strained by my over ambition. I take these woeful thoughts with me to my dreams.

I wake up with a drowsy expression in the darkness of my room. I groan as my arm is extremely numb due to the weird position I slept in. I looked over to my alarm clock and saw that the time was 3:05 am.

‘Damn. I must have slept for 9 total hours. God my body feels achy’ I thought as I got up and went to the kitchen for a small snack to put on my stomach. After I snuck back into my room, I checked my phone for any notifications. No new messages and no missed calls. I went scrolling through my contacts until I stopped at her name on my ‘S’ name list.

The same feeling of my heart pounding came back as I am met with a sense of dread and guilt. “I ignored her for half a year.. I don’t know how I can look or casually call her without sounding weird or like a dick” I monologed in the dark as I lamented my selfish actions. My thumb was trembling as the phone icon seemed like miles away but so close that it was almost intimate. I rub my eyes with my other hand and found small crumbs of eye crust all around the eye. I must have been crying in my sleep.

“Not that it would surprise me” I chuckle as I returned to looking at her name and phone image.

Seconds turned to minutes as I glanced at my phone’s clock to see that it's now 3:45 in the morning. I sighed as I opened up a text window and sent her a text about the big game today and the bigger game later.

Hey Scoots, I know it's been awhile and we have been… look we beat the shit out of Griffiondale today and we are going to the regional’s final set in B-ball. I know we have been going through a hard patch because of my training but...I don’t know what I can say or do to explain my emotions about our last fight. You being silent and avoiding me hurts and...I want to know what I can do to fix this.

I finished the text and sent it. After about 5 minutes, I wish I hadn’t because it sounds lame.
I shook my head wildly as I exclaimed and flopped back on my bed. I have no idea how a simple ‘I’m sorry’ could explain my neglect. I told her the truth as to why I did what I did: I need the sports scholarship to go to college. I repeat myself time and time again thinking it is just but..

I look at the box sitting on my computer desk in the blue moonlight. I got up from my bed and went to the package and lifted it up to my face. I shake the computer mouse to activate my screen for a light source and I sit at my computer desk with the box. I don’t know why I am even looking at the object, I was afraid that it was a bomb but the knowledge of “Askit” saved my fears for something more real. However, why was this at my house? This question led me to opening the package slowly and checking inside the box for its contents.

I pulled a disc case that was wrapped up in protective foam. Whoever sent this to me must have wanted this object to make it safely to its recipient. I took off the foam wrapping and looked at the disc more diligently. The disc seems to be a DVD with the words “Play me” on the front. That is such a freaking cliche.

“What is this..” I trailed off as I put the dvd in the slot on my PC.

The DVD loaded itself up and a video media tab opened up automatically. I grabbed my earbuds and plugged myself in as I sat down to watch whatever this video is. The length is about 2 minutes long and the thumbnail is the classic 3 second countdown. I sat down in my chair and clicked the play button as the seconds slowly beeped to the video.

The first scene I saw was small static and jittery movement until the camera settled on two people with their heads out of the shot: There was a man who was rubbing on a woman who was seated in front of him and the woman was clenching her legs with her hands kinda tightly. So tight that I can see the wrinkles on her pants. The female was wearing black button shirt-of which the guy is unbuttoning-and pants as I mentioned earlier. However, there was something familiar to this girl and her figure. Her body seemed...kinda like…

“Ahh! I can’t wait to play with you.”

“Oh man! Look at her face! She is so pissed at us!”

“That’s funny given the circumstances she is in” Three independant voices spoke out.

The man unbuttoning the girl got to the last button and ripped it, her unrestricted shirt open and revealed her bra and brown skin. Her bra was a dark sports bra and her tits were pretty big and her stomach was flat. However.. The camera moved and my eyes opened wide.

This was no random girl that was a small time pornstar, no…

This was..

“Scootaloo?” I whispered in the dark as the scene continued. The man behind her, molesting her, was wearing a weird long nosed mask that made him look like a jackass. As for Scoots, her face was twisted and angry as she looked away in defiance. Her face was flushed and she is obviously hating every moment of this rough treatment. The man behind her started to grab her boobs roughly as he started to grip them through her bra. Scootaloo gasped out as the man behind her had his fun.

“She has some pretty big tits eh?”

“I wonder if she is expecting..”

“Nah that can’t be true. I mean she doesn’t have a boyfriend does she?”

“Well why don’t we ask her?” The voices from random sources all agreed as the man behind her stopped his rubbing and looked at her.

“Do you have a boyfriend Scootaloo~?” The man behind her said in a sickeningly cheery voice.

Scootaloo looked at the man over her shoulder and spat in his face. The spit hits his mask and the man doesn’t even flinch. Laughter came out from all around the room and the man behind her asked again.

Only this time, his hands were on her pants and his upper body revealed to be naked. He has titties which means he is older than Scootaloo. My shock turned into anger and disgust as I can only watch this scene unfold before my eyes. I see Scootaloo scowl and look away from the man again.

“Say it!!” was yelled very loudly and I recoiled at the strength of the voice in my earbuds as the sound was like a dagger to tight flesh. The man who has his hands on Scootaloo’s pants began to slowly rip the pants open in half with just his bare strength. Scootaloo looked down and was surprised and stricken with fear.

“Please! Don’t do that! I will do anything! Don’t!” Never in my life have I heard one of the strongest girls I know cry in fear of something more painful than death to women. I gripped my sides as I bit my lip. The part that sucks is that I have no idea where this is or at. The background was taped up with black tape and coverings. The only part that had some color was the bed Scootaloo and the masked man was sitting on. The man continued to slowly rip her pants open as Scootaloo’s underwear was starting to show.

“Say it!” Repeated again by what I can assume is the masked man tormenting her.

Scootaloo sniffed as she whispered something that sounded like my name, but the man slapped her thigh as he said ‘To the camera like you mean it.’

I saw Scootaloo look at the camera with tears streaming across her face and she said in a strong tone.

“Rumble is my boyfriend! So please don’t do thi-” Another thigh slap as the man shused her.

“Good girl.. You deserve a reward for doing what you were told. Oni! Come over here and give Scootaloo her reward~” The man let’s go of my girlfriend and leaves the shot. I saw that he was wearing some shorts and was sporting an erection from the sexual harassment of my girlfriend. I wanted to bash the fucking computer screen, but I held my anger as the next guy should be entering the shot soon.The guy who enters is much skinnier than the previous man. He, much like the man before him, had a mask on as well. This one looked like a Hanna mask my anime friend Button tells me about.

This guy however had a massive difference from the previous asshat.

This ‘Oni’ was completely nude and his dick was standing strong at attention. He came to Scootaloo’s left side and presented his cock to her face. Scootaloo screamed as she lost her composure and tried to run away, but the man from earlier re-entered the shot and grabbed hold of her again. He slapped her across the face and gripped her hands behind her back. She was then forced to look at this man with his cock in her face as the masked asshole continued to taunt her and issue warnings.

“Your reward is to my cock Scootaloo. You should know what will happen if you don’t please us” The skinny man pointed to an unseen area off of the camera screen and Scootaloo looked at it. I don’t know what’s happening, but Scootaloo immediately changed her attitude as she saw whatever it was in the corner. She then looked at the man and then to the cock dangling from her face and she…

“Scoots.. Please don’t!” I said out loud to myself to no one once again as I saw an image I thought I would never have to see.

Scootaloo licked the underside of this man’s dick in small testing licks. I can hear him groan and gasp as her tongue looks at the glands on his shaft. I continued to bite my lips so hard that it drew blood. I can taste the iron liquid as the scene continues.
Scootaloo clenched her eyes as tears fell down her face and she kept licking this man’s cock. The man placed his hands on her purple hair and lifted her off of him. The man behind Scootaloo let’s go and moves away as the skinny guy pushes her on the bed and rips the remainder of Scootaloo’s already ripped pants.

“NO! PLease! This wasn’t part of the deal! Please don’t touch me! That’s not for you!! Help me!!” Scootaloo screamed as the Oni kept doing his hellish deed.

“If you fucked her through the front, that will be 500,000 dollars Oni.”

“I don’t care! I will pay whatever it takes!” The man replied.

‘This can’t be happening!’ I thought in desperation.

I find myself gripping the computer screen in fear and anger at the situation my girlfriend is in. She is about to be… She is about to be…

I scrambled to get my phone and tried to dial ‘911’ as the scene continued in the background. I tremble-y eyed the number and was about to press call, but something stopped me. A thought in the back of my mind stopped me from pressing the number.

What if this is just a bad nightmare? Something I dreamt up to punish myself for neglecting my girlfriend for 6 months?

I was distracted by these thoughts as a loud scream came into my earbuds and I looked back at the screen. The man from earlier was deep inside Scootaloo as he started to hump wildly with reckless abandon. I saw small traces of virgin’s blood spray around his cock as he gave Scootaloo the in-out. My face twisted in a wordless expression of pain and hurt. Tears leaked from my eyes as the screams and pleas from my girlfriend filled my earbuds. The camera angle wasn’t giving me much visual on Scootaloo’s face, but that slowly changed as the camera was picked up by someone behind it.

“Hey. Come get a look at this slut’s face!” Oni grunted as he continued his deed.

The camera showed Scootaloo’s face and her eyes were rolling up in her head, her face was flushed, and her tongue was hanging out of her mouth. Her breasts move back and forth with each thrust of his hips and Scootaloo shudders with the sensation with each passing repetition. Scootaloo looks at the camera and her eyes grow big as she tries to cover her eyes from the lens. However the damage to me was done as I saw my girlfriend’s face in a mixed and twisted sense of pleasure. I stood up from the chair and looked into the screen.

“Oh come on now! Surely you want to show your boyfriend your cock face!” The big-nosed mask guy from earlier said as he removed her hands from her face and she closed her eyes as she cried.

“Oh I am cumming you slut! I’m gonna release inside of you!” Oni said as he hilts himself deep into Scootaloo and came. Scootaloo screamed in a grossly lewd fashion as she was being polluted with this asshole’s filthy sperm. I could only watch in horror as this scene played out to the final scene. The last 5 seconds was with Scootaloo saying to the camera the most ominous message I choose not to hear or remember, but my mind will be haunted by its implications.

“Rumble...It’s not true...It’s not real..I’m sorry..” Scootaloo said as the camera phased out in static and my mind went blank.

Author's Note

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