You Rape Shimmy Shake

by LavenderLace

Rating: mature
Tags: Porn, Shimmy Shake, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Second Person, Other, Non-consensual, Sex
Length: 1802

You Rape Shimmy Shake

You, November Rain, a unicorn colt in the Friendship School, have a thing for cheerleaders, and you find Shimmy Shake all alone in a place she shouldn't be.

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Warnings: Rape, foalcon, foalcon rape, colt-on-filly rape, teenagers, vaginal rape, anal rape, virginity-taking rape. Did I mention rape?

Art is from Derpibooru number two two zero nine six two five. artist:neighday

Published 2021-12-21 22:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2021-12-21 22:40:01 UTC

You Rape Shimmy Shake

You are rather annoyed. You studied for Professor Dash's test, but the test questions didn't even resemble the material she presented, and you fear you might have failed. Since you have some free time, you hit the weight machines at the School gym to burn off the anger.

After an hour, you're dripping sweat and your legs and back are all tired with exertion, and your horn tingles painfully, but you're proud: you lifted twice your body weight with levitation for the first time. You might be a teenaged colt, but you're getting in shape like you've never been before. Ponies say unicorns aren't strong, but Tempest Shadow showed you what a unicorn is capable of. Maybe she's not a great role model, but whatever. You're getting ripped and the others aren't.

You need a shower, so you head to the locker room. It's always deserted this time of day.

And yet, despite that, you hear somepony's hoofsteps. You don't think anything of it, and head towards the showers. You look to the left as you pass the toilets and see Shimmy Shake settling herself down on a toilet, the stall's door left wide open.

What's a filly doing in the colt's locker room? She takes a loud pee, looking down at herself, and then wipes snatch with a wad of toilet paper. She's wearing her brown cheerleader's sweater, a red pleated skirt pulled up while she sits on the pot, and black panties pulled down around her rear legs.

Her pussy is puffy and fluffy, the fur the same light tan as the rest of her coat. She wipes off the pee and drops the wad into the toilet. She looks up and gasps. "November Rain! What are you doing here?"

"What am I, a colt, doing in the colts' locker room?" you ask. "Let's reverse that question."

She blushes and looks away, then hops off the toilet and pulls up her panties, settling them under the pleated skirt. "So, like, the Fillies' room was full after cheer practice," she says, "and I like really had to go. Besides, it feels a little naughty to use the other room..."

You smile. "You're feeling naughty?"

Shimmy Shake looks at you, her blush intensifying. "Please don't tell anypony. See you later."

With a quick trot, you move to block her path towards the exit. "Wait, what's your hurry?"

Her sweater is tight over her torso, showing all of her curves and angles. She's a trim and athletic filly, and you're not one of the idiots who doesn't acknowledge that cheerleading is a physically demanding sport. Her legs are muscular and her rump—underneath the loose, pleated skirt, her butt is nice and tight. You're remembering the look of what was under the panties before she pulled them up.

"I need a shower," you say. "Since we're all alone, what are the chances I could get you to soap my back?"

She glares at you. "You're a unicorn, like, you can do it yourself."

Your magic snaps out, corona clapping over her mouth and nose to keep her quiet. A second ball of magic grabs her around her tail and lifts her up. She struggles and you hear joints in her tail pop. "I thought you were feeling naughty?" you snap, annoyed, and levitate her into the back of the locker room.

Shimmy Shake struggles and kicks, but you carry her at a distance. Her chest, trim and athletic, heaves for air as your corona clenches her nose and mouth. She's starting to turn a little blue. She struggles, but you've just proven in the weight room what your corona can do.

With a painful thump, you drop her back-first onto a bench in between two rows of lockers. Her eyes are wild, her ears shaking and the struggling of her legs getting weaker. You lean close to her ear and growl, "I'll give you air back, but if you make a noise or fight me, my magic goes around your throat, got it?"

She nods.

You release your spell and she gasps, breathing deep, panting, the blue tint of her lips disappearing. You send out a new spell, magic binding her forelegs behind her back, under the bench. "If you fight me, I will strangle you until you stop."

She nods again.

"I've never fucked a dead body before," you continue. "Don't make me make today the day."

Tears form in her eyes. Keeping her forelegs tight behind her back, you nose under the pleats of her skirt and brush your snout against the soft cotton of her black panties. Your dick is getting monstrous, hard and pounding against your belly as it throbs, and the shapely hourglass of her broad hips and narrow waist makes you even harder. She squirms on the bench as you grab the waist of her panties in your teeth and shimmy them down, off her hips. You see her pussy again, but this time up close, and give it a good sniff.

It smells feminine and sharp. "You needed a shower," you say with a smile. Her chest heaves as she fights against tears. You yank her right leg up, out of the panties, leaving them around her left ankle.

You magic spreads her pussylips wide and you stick your tongue in. She's dry with terror and you need to warm her up before you can do what you came here to do to her. Her tail is soft and rubs against your chin as you drag your tongue up and down her opening.

When you try to press your tongue in, something blocks you. Your corona spreads her pussy wider and you see her pink hymen is still intact.

"A virgin?" you say with a chuckle. "In the Friendship School? I can't believe it."

She starts sobbing openly, her tail swishing against the bench. You look around and see some hoof-care tools on a table. You levitate over a hoof-trimming knife, clamp your corona tight over her nose and mouth, and slip the knife's curved tip just into her pussy, slicing her hymen from bottom-to-top. The knife is dull so you have to saw with it, the incision more of an ugly, ragged laceration.

Her body bucks on the bench as the pain in her most delicate place rocks her. You can feel her trying to scream against the clench you have around her face. After half a minute or a minute, her squirming stops and she's turning blue again. You release the grip and she sucks in air once more.

"That hurt!" she whines.

"Shut up." You clench tighter on her forehooves' bindings and she gasps. A dribble of blood runs from her freshly-popped cherry. You sniff, savoring the mixture of her pussy's natural smell and the coppery blood. Your tongue snakes out and brushes her ruptured hymen, and the salty taste of her virginal blood drives you crazy, your ears flicking and your dick jumping. You use your tongue to smear her blood over her clit, swirling your tongue around, and she cries silently as her pussy warms up, her sweet flows of filly juice beginning to mix with the blood. Your eyes play across her smooth pubis and muscular abs and wide hips as you tongue and suck and you've never been so hard in your life.

Heaving yourself up, you step forward, hooves on the ground on either side of her bench, and loom over her. Her eyes are wide and hollow, knowing what's about to happen to her virginal snatch.

You position your dick, letting her filly flows and blood wet your tip, and scootch forward, breaking into her. Her tears flow, soaking the fur of her cheeks, as the pain of your forced entrance rips open her ultra-tight pussy. You close your eyes and just enjoy the wet heat of her pussy as you break deeper and deeper into her.

Eventually, you hilt, as far in as you can go. Her face is soaked in tears and a little blood wets your fur.

You pull out and she squirms. Then you slam back in and she screams just before you can get your corona around her snout.

Clenching her jaws so tight you can hear her teeth grind, you leave her nostrils uncovered. Her breathing is fast and shallow and your thrusting is long and deep. Her pussy is getting wetter by the second and you're grateful. You were afraid the terror would make her as dry as a changeling's wings, but she's possibly the best fuck you've ever had. Nice and wet and warm, and oh so tight. Your most recent several fucks have been Patty Peppermint and Silverstream, and they're both such sluts their pussies are like fucking the Castle's ballroom.

Shimmy Shake lies still, only her ribs moving as she gasps for air and her pussy clenching around your cock. You feel your balls tingling as you get ready to cum, your dick getting even bigger, and you look down at her, with the cheerleader's sweater and the skirt flipped up while you take her pussy, and you make a decision.

Seeing the decision in your eyes, she whines in the back of her throat and shakes her head no! but you just smile down at her and slowly, agonizingly slowly, pull your dick out of her pussy. Her eyes get wider as she realizes you're being slow specifically to torture her.

Your dick, huge and wet and smeared with her virginal blood, hangs below your belly and above her tail.

You cover her nostrils again and she shakes, desperate for air, as you press your dick against her tight asshole. Her back arches in pain and terror as you force youself in. She resists and you push harder, the tightness of her asshole finally giving way. You barely get your tip inside her before you blow your top, shooting the biggest, best load of your life. You feel like you must be filling up her entire colon, you squirt so hard and so many times.

She's turning blue again and her eyes are rolling up in her head. You release the magic around her snout and her forehooves, and then pull out. Cum spills from her reamed asshole to soak her dock and the top of her tail. You levitate up the long hairs of her tail to wipe the pussy juice and cum and blood and her shit off your dick.

"Now you need a shower," you say, and walk out of the locker room. When the door closes, it cuts off the sound of her sobbing.

Author's Note

Some people IRL really made me crazy. Wrote this story as self-therapy, since I can't afford a real therapist.