On Fridays, Wallflower Blush liked to walk home instead of taking the bus. It was a good way, she thought, to vent to herself about the stress the week brought, and shift her mind towards the weekend. The trip wasn’t very far; only two miles or so separated her and the school, but it was ample time to indulge her habit of babbling to herself.
The weight of her backpack made itself painfully known on her shoulders with each step. Textbooks she had to take home because Mr. Cranky Doodle decided to assign homework over the weekend. Her feet ached, her fingers stung, five days of walking around a huge campus and working in the garden club of which she was the sole member. Today being rainy didn’t make weeding easy, but Flash had to work tonight, so it fell to her to do it, lest she came back on Monday to overgrown flowerbeds.
Wallflower’s new circle of friends promised they’d join and come around whenever their schedule allowed. Some days turned to once a week, turned to once a month, turned to never. Blush tucked her hair behind her ear and let out a sigh. Flash Sentry showed up every once in a while, but she suspected it was just a ploy to get in her pants. He was good company, even if there was an ulterior motive. Besides, he was a sweet guy, it’s not like he’d do anything drastic.
“Typical. Whenever the popular girls ‘make friends’ with you, it’s some kinda joke, isn’t it? They could barely stand coming to your garden.” Another sigh escaped her chapped lips. “Maybe they were holding in their laughter the whole time.”
Her view turned down one particular block of sidewalk. A line of weeds stared back at her, some in the cracks and some in missing chunks of concrete that led directly to soil. It was like some piece of brutalist art that sprang into existence, asking for no audience. It even had a signature in the upper corner; initials of some couple/
Wallflower closed her eyes when she saw those. She didn’t want to think about her lack of friends, but further from that, lack of a relationship.
“As if anyone would go for you, Wally.” She sounded weak, almost as though she’d given up on the prospect of finding someone.
“You’re flat, unlike Fluttershy!” Blush’s teeth clenched on the last word, “you have acne everywhere, unlike Rarity, and it won’t go away no matter what you do. You wouldn’t know what to do with someone even if they started talking to--” Heavy footsteps stomped from behind her, getting closer and closer.
Wallflower whirled around to see a surprised Sunset staring back at her, arms raised in the air. Both girls froze in place.
“Woah easy there, killer.” Sunset’s voice was smooth, almost velvety. A nervous smile painted across her face. “I’m not gonna mug you or anything.” She leaned in, raising her hands beside her face, “unless you wanna give me some money.”
Her eyes took a measured stock of Blush’s body. “You look like you got some on you.” The redhead jeered.
Wallflower found herself giggling, caught completely off-guard. “Y-you scared me, Sunset,” Blush gulped, hair standing anxiously on end, “a-are you walking home, too?”
“Well, not quite that…” Sunset tilted her head, “I wanted to say,” She closed her eyes and shook her head, looking pained, “I’m sorry for not coming to your club meetings. That was really not ok for me to do, I can’t imagine what that put you through.”
Sunset closed the distance, placing a hand on Wallflower, who flinched in turn. “Really, I’m sorry.” She tried to look her friend in the eye, but Blush avoided her gaze.
Blush crossed her arms. “So, you decided to follow me on my walk home to tell me this?” Her eyes narrowed at the grass beside them. “You didn’t want to respond to any of my texts? None of my greetings in the halls?” she sniffed, immediately wiping her nose. “You didn’t even answer Vice-Principal Luna when I asked her to talk to you for me! Do you know how humiliating it is to go to a club by yourself? Or with fucking Flash Sentry?”
“No, Wallflower, I don’t. That’s why I wanted to talk to you --”
“How did you even know I walked home today!?” Finally, Wallflower’s eyes snapped to Sunset’s.
“Woah, again, you gotta reel it in, Wally. I just saw you walking home when I was going to my car, figured I’d run and catch up with you.” Sunset gulped, removed her hand from Blush and waved them both dismissively.
“Is that it then? You’re sorry?” Blush tapped her foot.
“Well, I know I’m not the best with my words, so…” Sunset loosened one strap from her own backpack before pulling it free and setting it on the ground. Unzipping the front-most compartment, she pulled out a small white pouch, and instantly Wallflower seized it from her hands.
“Oh my gosh! This is top-of-the-line nutrient powder! Oh my goodness, my plants at home are going to love this!” Blush froze, squinting at her friend, “don’t think you can buy me off, Shimmer. I’m still hurt.” She feigned a pout.
“I bet. I know a ‘sorry’ and the best powder the farm supply store had can’t fix months of hurt. So, how about a sleepover? It’ll be just you and me, and movies and popcorn and gossip!” Sunset’s eyes darted around, hoping somewhere her eyes landed would be a more convincing set of words.
Wallflower kept her narrowed eyes on her once-friend. “My parents said I’m not allowed to have anyone over while they’re away on their trip, and I think I should listen to them.”
Sunset slid her hands back into the open front pocket of her bag, barely concealing a sneer as she pulled out a new-looking CD, whose price tag was scratched off, “but how would you listen to Empire of Dread’s new album?”
Blush’s jaw nearly hit the concrete in elation. “How did you--? Where did--? Can I--?” Her hands mindlessly wandered to the CD case, before being swatted away.
“Hey now, Blush, if you wanna listen to this,” Sunset tapped her fingers on the graphic cover, a horrifyingly realistic bird skull with rotting flesh still clinging to it, “then you shouldn’t listen to your parents.” She tilted her head, wearing a snide expression.
Wallflower frowned, scratching at the back of her head with her free hand. “I don’t know Sunset, you’ve only just reached out now. I’m not a kid, giving me gifts like this won’t make me forget what you put me through.” She bit the inside of her lip.
“I know.” Sunset took the initiative and hugged Wallflower, a wide toothy grin coming across her face as she rubbed her hands across her friend’s back in small circles, glancing down at Blush’s shapely posterior. “This is a start.” Shimmer broke away. “Whatever you want me to do, I’ll do it.”
Blush hung her head in solemn thought.
“Just name it,” Sunset feigned a sheepish grin, “I-I’ll even pay for pizza!”
Then the smile melted away. “I just…Don’t wanna lose you, Wally.”
“Ok, you got me.” Blush looked up, failing to hide her grin. “It’s a deal, Sunset, but I better see you at the garden club at least twice a week!”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way!” Sunset beamed.
“Hey, this isn’t nearly as messy as I thought it’d be. It’s kinda cute!” ” Sunset said, glancing around her friend’s immaculate room. Bookshelves carefully arranged in what looked to be alphabetical order at a glance, a tidy row of small plants on the windowsill, a bed made so well it could easily be the display photo for a catalog.
“Thanks,” Wallflower rolled her eyes, “cute and surprisingly clean was the design philosophy.”
“Come on, you have to admit, it’s not a hard conclusion to reach.” Sunset chuckled, flopping herself down on Blush’s queen-sized bed, instantly messing up its light green duvet. “Honestly, I was expecting way more plants.”
“Why does everyone say that? I’m not that into gardening.” Wallflower groaned as she popped open her CD player and gingerly set the disc that was inside on the dresser face down. On either side of the quaint music player sat two equally aged speakers, capable of producing sound loud enough to drown the room, but not necessarily enough to disturb the neighbors.
“Uhh, weren’t you the one that told me, ahem,” Sunset put on her best Blush impression, “Oh if you think the flowerbeds are pretty, wait till you see the planter boxes I have in the backyard!” Shimmer cast a snide glance at her friend.
“I don’t sound like that!” Wallflower snapped before giggling.
Sunset laughed, too, slowing down as she heard the music click on, and stopping completely as she reached over and latched the bedroom door. Now Wallflower was right where Sunset wanted her.
A guitar riff floated in from the speakers, softly at first, but growing louder and louder before plateauing at a conversational volume. Sunset patted her right pocket and felt a reassuring weight; A hunting knife, sharp enough to split a hair and cruel enough to cleave through bone.
“Right tool for the right job,” Sunset muttered beneath her breath, perfectly concealed by music.
Shimmer licked her lips, eyeing Blush’s perfectly bell-shaped ass. It was almost too good for a girl as reserved as her, too good to be going unused. Sunset’s plan had progressed perfectly, without a single hitch: she was alone with a fantastic piece of rapemeat, noise loud enough to cancel her out, and a knife to leave some reminders not to blab. All that was left was to--
“So how did you get your hands on this album?” Wallflower stuck her hip out to the side, in an almost teasing way, but didn’t look away from the speaker.
“I know a guy who knows a guy, I figured you’re worth pulling some strings for. Plus, I get to listen to it before release too! So it’s a win-win!” Sunset leaned back into the bed, a hand lazily drifting down to a growing bulge in her jeans and squeezing a generous handful.
“It’s really incredible!” Wallflower turned around and beamed, “I think I’m gonna explode!”
Sunset savored her friend’s smile, every crease in her face, the dimples it ended on, the texture of her lips. She knew that in a few short moments, her smile would be stolen.
“What was that last part? I couldn’t quite hear you.” Sunset clenched her teeth to keep herself from sneering.
Wallflower obediently strolled over to her friend, closing just enough distance between the two,
“I said -”
Sunset sprang from the bed, clasping her hands around Blush’s shoulders and forcing her to her knees with a swift thud. Confusion washed over her face, which warmed to realization and boiled over in anguish.
“W-what? Why?” The way her voice cracked threatening to send her to tears, was delicious. She was alone and helpless in her own house, locked in her own room, the front door was far out of reach beyond that.
“That’s it,” Sunset savored her words, licking her lips as she peered down at her prey. “You get it now, don’t you. I lied to you, and you fell for it, you dumb whore.” Shimmer moved her hands from Blush’s shoulders to her head, pressing it, with difficulty, into a now solid impression in her pants.
“Breath it in, bitch. This is the cock that’s going to breed you.”
Wallflower struggled against Sunset’s hand to no avail. That’s when the musician removed one of her hands and started to shimmy out of her skin-tight jeans, her massive member peeking out more and more before it finally whipped out.
Blush scrambled towards the door on all fours, prompting a kick from her assaulter directly to the gut which halted her immediately. Sunset grabbed her trembling victim by the hair and dragged her into an icy stare. Blush’s eyes swam with tears, frightened pinpricks sinking into Sunset’s manic, piercing gaze like a mouse an instant before being devoured by a hawk.
“Now, if I hear anything close to a scream come out of you,” Shimmer reached her other hand into her pocket and slowly unsheathed her knife. Wallflower thrashed in her grip, resulting in another brutal boot to the stomach, sending spit flying forward onto Sunset’s shirt. Shimmer leaned down and let her hot breath coat Blush’s face before dragging a hand off her head and used it to grab her face, digging in on both tear-stained cheeks.
“If you scream, I’m gonna put this,” she placed the blade flatly against Wallflower’s neck, “through your fucking vocal cords, do we understand each other?”
Wallflower whimpered, blankly frozen with shock and terror.
“I’ll take that--” Sunset stood up, pinching the girl’s nose. With this grip, she positioned her dick just in front of her mouth. “--as a yes. All you need to do to seal the deal is open your mouth and accept my cock: easy as that.” Sunset finally let her mouth stretch into a fearsome grin.
It was a thought that was always so tantalizing to Sunset: watching the breath run out in a girl and then forcing your dick into their mouth when they gasped for air. For someone as sheepish and panicked as Wallflower, time ran out almost immediately.
Wallflower snapped her mouth open, desperately heaving in air and attempting to snap her mouth shut, but in the same instant Sunset crammed her rod into the now open set of lips. Instantly, warmth, wetness, and pleasure cascaded over her like three waterfalls crashing down at once.
Not needing to pinch her nose shut anymore, Sunset grabbed her slut’s hair like she was reaching for weeds in a garden.
“It should go without saying,” the abuser started as she thrust gently back and forth into her victim’s maw, “that if you bite me, I’ll slit your throat.” Sunset threw her head back, enraptured by the sensations gracing her firm, sizable member and the steady rhythm and sound of glrk glrk glrk that came with each thrust.
Sunset let a breath of arousal slip through her teeth as she violated her friend’s mouth, relishing in warm sensations which coated her member more and more as she went. Occasionally, her target would retch, but Sunset refused to yield, humping into her through the painful gags, and biting her lip to contain her ecstasy.
The barbarian peered down at her piece of meat with a crazed, hungry grin. Tears had begun streaking down Blush’s cheeks and they were almost as delicious as the drool helplessly pooling on her face. Wallflower’s eyes reddened as the light faded from them. Sunset pulled out, flinching at the cool air making contact with her girldick.
Shimmer reared her hand back, “you’re not gonna break on me just yet, bitch,” a brutal slap connected with the side of Blush’s cheek.
Sunset immediately set to picking her up by her hair, and forcing her cock back into her gullet, but not before smacking her a few more times. “Earth to Wallflower, come in Wallflower,” smack “you’re being used like the dirty whore you are, Wallflower,” smack, smack “You hear me in there, slut?”
Another rough slap to the face snapped Wallflower out of her daze and into a scream muffled by Sunset’s girth. A scream that couldn’t help but sink teeth into the cock that silenced it.
The world froze. Wallflower’s stomach dropped further than before, and a hidden reserve of terror sent her body into trembles. She may have been able to get away from this situation scarred, broken, and alive, but with that one shriek, that one instant, everything fell away.
“I-I’m sorry!” Blush meekly stammered out, her voice a choked rasp, like fear and sorrow made every word difficult to squeeze out.
Sunset’s wicked grin faded, and she simply slid her dick out and removed her hand from her prey to idly stroke herself.
“Take the sweater off--Now,” she growled, bringing the tip of the knife close enough to just barely scrape Blush’s nose.
The quaking girl obeyed, slowly peeling off her clothes while looking up at her captor, petrified and hoping Sunset wasn’t going to stab her. Her vision darkened as the sweatshirt made it over her head, pain rang out from her stomach and pierced in her head as she heard the album switch to the next song and the slow wet slapping sounds coming from in front of her before finally completing her task. Blush cupped her breasts shamefully and eyed the ground as she felt hungry eyes devour her figure.
“You weren’t lying about having acne everywhere.” Sunset admired the red blemishes that poked out across the girl’s chest and shoulders.” And no bra, huh? Man, you really are a slut,” Sunset drew in a sharp breath through her teeth, “now the sweats.”
“What?” Wallflower recoiled at how small she sounded.
Shimmer said nothing and hauled off a punch to the defenseless girl’s nose. Blood instantly sprayed across the bottom of her face and small drops trailed down her exposed stomach. Her head collided with the bed directly behind her and she let her body limply collapse. “You heard me,” the ruffian licked the crimson that got caught between her fingers, never ceasing the gentle, slow rhythm on herself.
Blood oozed from Blush’s nose as she quickly removed her grey sweatpants. Mortal fear still maintained its stranglehold on her, and her eyes stung with each hurried blink. Unrelenting pain, sorrow, and terror were now what she’d been reduced to, that and a hot piece of meat. She’d hoped that by ripping her pants off she wouldn’t be seized, that Sunset would just look and finish herself off: anything that wasn’t penetration.
She was wrong.
The second the pants disconnected from her feet was the second Sunset was on top of her, pressing her face into the scratchy carpet as she maneuvered herself into position. The tip of her cock throbbed in her hand, and was barely able to sit still as it made contact with Blush’s cunt. Sunset teased her prey, long slow strokes up and down her pussy, trying and failing to match the music coming from behind.
“I bet right about now you’re regretting ever coming after me.” Sunset’s sultry tone betrayed the violent scene she’d created.
“What?” The muffled word tumbled out of Wallflower’s mouth, “is that what this is all about?”
Sunset planted a boot to the back of Blush’s head and pressed hard.
“Don’t say it like it’s some small thing!” She spat, before heaving a sigh. “But that’s only half true,” she said, pressing her tip into Wallflower’s entrance, biting the inside of her lip as she managed to fit the helmet inside.
“You took every bit of growth I had with my friends, each and every moment that made our bond what it was, who I’d become, and just snatched it away! They were my everything, Wallflower, so don’t think I can just forgive you.” Sunset twisted the heel of her shoe, feeling anger bubble up inside her once more, “You think I liked hanging out with you?” An inch slowly slid inside. Do you think anyone did? Why do you think we stopped hanging out with you? Because this was all some plan?” Another inch. “We stopped because you were so awful to --”
“I know! I’m sorry…” Wallflower started sobbing, and the tremors that shook through her only added to Sunset’s pleasure.
“SHUT UP!” Sunset roared, lifting her boot and cramming it back down. “Twilight and the girls might’ve been fooled by you, they might be able to just forgive you at the drop of a hat, but I won’t!”
“Why not?” Wallflower squeezed her eyes shut as blood leaked into her quivering maw. “Why can’t you?”
Sunset mashed her boot further into her victim’s head, letting fury fully overtake her. Shimmer looked around at the mess she’d made: the knife in her hand, a bloodied and sobbing girl under her boot, clothes sitting in a sad pile beside them, and the locked bedroom door.
Sunset’s lip trembled. “Because they meant so much to me. I was so scared, Wallflower, I thought I’d lost them for good, and--” she pulled her rod out, sitting herself atop the bed, pants around her ankles, clutching her hunting knife. “You almost got away with it! If I just forgot that, it was like you got off with a slap on the wrist. You deserve far worse. You deserve this.”
Wallflower sat up and immediately grabbed for her clothes to cover herself with. Blood caked almost the entire front of her vibrating body. Sunset didn’t know she’d bleed this much, or maybe, she didn’t know she could hit that hard.
“So you thought you’d just rape me!? How would that make things even at all? Are you out of your mind!?” The same fury that stole Sunset was now making a move for Blush.
“Do you have any idea what you’ve done!?” Wallflower screamed.
“Did you?” A single tear ran down the Sunsetface.
The question was a slap to the face. Sunset might have meant it to kill all momentum and put her back in control of the conversation, but it only served to accelerate it.
“All I can say,” Wallflower’s voice shook, “Is that you need to leave. I don’t want to talk to you about this, you fucking psychopath!” She jolted up and turned to the door to unlatch it and open it. She could almost taste slamming the door in her face.
Sunset tossed the knife aside and lunged at her again, pinned her arms to the door, still clutching her clothing, and slid her cock between her prey’s thighs.
“I’m surprised,” Sunset growled into her ear. “I thought you were dumb enough to fall for that. I expected you to sit down with me on the bed and take turns spilling our guts and then I’d rape you again, just to really hammer it home. I guess you aren’t a stupid cow after all.”
Sunset squeezed Blush’s resisting wrists and pulled them together, holding them under one hand, with the other positioning her member firmly in Wallflower’s cunt, “I guess not everything goes according to plan.” Wallflower opened her mouth to scream as Sunset plunged her entire rod into her victim, placing her free hand on her hips to better her grip.
All that came from Wallflower’s mouth was a constrained squeak as the resistance in her hands evaporated. Wallflower’s folds gripped Sunset’s cock as though they were made for it, and each pump into her warm, fleshy depths compounded this with waves of elation. It felt fantastic and warm on every inch of her sizable girlcock.
With each thrust, Wallflower’s limp body pushed into the door, making it rattle and thump against its frame. Sunset had won and was now claiming her prize. “Fuck,” The words escaped Sunset’s lips as she bit into them, “You’re really fucking tight, but I can fit all the way in. Were you expecting someone tall, hung, and Sunset?”
Nothing.
“Oh, not this again.” Sunset rolled her eyes and pulled out a remarkably wetter dick than the one she put in. The ruffian turned her piece of meat around and pushed her onto the bed, quickly removing her own pants before mounting her again. Wallflower’s body was limp, broken, and oddly hairy.
Not that Sunset minded, and even if she did, she wasn’t exactly about to make her shave everything off. The assailant resumed her grip on Blush’s wrists and placed a hand around her neck. Sunset ground her fat dick against her target’s hairy pussy, feeling the slick moisture combine with the now matted bush was heaven.
“If you’re gonna go catatonic again,” Sunset said, pressing down on the poor girl’s pussy, “Then I’ll just have to snap you back,” She crammed her entire member into her folds once again. “One more time.” The rapist threw her head back in elation.
Everything was adding to Shimmer’s experience: The grip around her neck so tight that she could feel a quick, pounding pulse, the music that was now a delightfully solid riff that she’d always associate with this moment, the way tan skin connected with pale green, and the way the shy girl’s pussy squeezed around her. Not to mention the now dried blood caking across her face like a bad overdose really scratched an itch for Sunset.
Shimmer quickened her pace, unable to temper her animalistic instinct as she slapped the girl beneath her hard enough that spit flew out of her mouth. Her cheeks were bright red, and they hurt to even look at. Wallflower’s eyes maintained their thousand-mile staring contest with the ceiling as her body reacted like a fuckdoll with each insertion.
Delicious couldn’t begin to describe how she looked, but she needed to be in this moment along with her abuser. Another fiendish slap to the face seemed to do the trick. Blush’s eyes shrank and she opened her mouth to scream but the grasp around her neck prevented it.
Sunset sneered as she continued picking up the pace, now pistoning her whore. “Glad you could… Join… Us… Wally.” Shimmer huffed, closing in on an orgasm. “So glad… You could… Be… Mine!” Sunset rammed herself as deep as she could go but didn’t cum. She held herself there, hand around neck, and cock against womb, basking in the feeling of being just on the brink. She spied an adorable green stuffed rabbit beside the only pillow on the bed, and stared it directly in the eyes, and smirked. It looked back lifelessly at the horror show before it, just as powerless to do anything as the slut that owned it.
Sunset released her grip on Wallflower’s throat and jammed three fingers into her mouth in its stead. “I know I said before,” She said between breaths, “That if you bit me, I’d kill you.”
“I’ve decided to forgive you and let you carry my seed.” Wallflower said something that was utterly lost as the fingers danced against her tongue.
Wallflower screamed and got some remarkable volume before Sunset placed a wet hand on her cheek and pulled her in for a kiss. The vibrations in Sunset’s mouth that was the scream were unbelievable, only made more tantalizing by her tongue brutalizing Blush’s.
Sunset pulled away but placed a hand over Wallflower’s mouth and leered down.“I won’t kill you. I’ll breed you.” She began lightly humping.
“You’re mine now, do you understand that? Huh?” Sunset pressed her hand harder against Wallflower’s teeth.
“Whenever I see you in the hallways, or on your walk home, I'm gonna see my whore. Watching every day, along with the whole school, as your stomach gets bigger and bigger with my child.” Sunset lifted Wallflower’s legs, pinning her into a mating press.
“Whenever you see me in the hallways, you're gonna make the most delicious face. Whoever you were, forget it. Whoever you wanted to be, forget it. She's dying right here on my cock.” Sunset let a wicked grin stretch from ear to ear as she clung to the summit of her mania. “You're mine now."
Sunset’s mind exploded as her cock sent rope after rope of searing cum directly into Wallflower’s womb, making her passage unbearably slick and hot. Sunset’s jaw clamped down as she pushed into the shy girl. Wallflower couldn’t do anything but croak out a laughable attempt at a scream as she dug her nails into her rapist’s backside, which only intensified the finish.
Shimmer let her member throb on its own as she came down from her climax, like an echo to her orgasm that ended in afterglow. She allowed herself one more kiss before pulling out and letting her sticky essence leak out onto the comforter. “And don’t worry Wally.” She panted. “If you don’t get pregnant now, we can always try again.”
Wallflower curled up in a ball away from Sunset and held onto her stuffed rabbit like it was the only piece of driftwood in the ocean.
“Someday you’ll like it, slut.” Sunset rose to the sound of wails behind her and smiled. A job well done.
The doorbell rung just as Sunset buttoned her jeans. “Oh! Pizza’s here! Looks like it’s Flash’s turn now.”
Author's Note
Oh good for Flash, he actually did manage to get in Wallflower's pants.
I hope you all enjoyed this little violent rapefic! Let me know what you liked and what you want to see going forward!
