Goodbye, Wallflower Blush
Wallflower flushed the toilet and pulled up her pants, rubbing her stomach. She had felt a bit sick since morning. At first it was nothing serious, but then it reached the point when she had to take an emergency dump in the school toilet. She winced and walked out of the stall, deciding to go to Nurse Redheart and call it a day. While she felt better after unleashing a rather putrid and watery shit into the toilet bowl, she knew that it was just the beginning.
Wallflower closed the stall door, hoping that no one would use it for a while. She was about to turn towards the sinks to wash her hands when she saw Sunset Shimmer walking into the toilet.
“Oh, hi Sunset,” Wallflower said with an awkward smile. “Don’t go there. I must’ve eaten something that disagreed with me.”
Sunset didn’t say a word. Instead, she threw a quick punch straight into Wallflower’s stomach. Wallflower’s tortured guts twisted painfully in protest and she clenched all her muscles in order not to shit herself. She screamed, bending forward, but her scream soon turned into a pained yelp when Sunset’s left hook hit Wallflower’s face, throwing her backwards across the toilet.
The next thing Wallflower remembered was waking up some minute later. The back of her head hurt from where it hit the wall and she felt coppery taste in her mouth. Coughing, she lowered her head and spat out some blood along with some small, hard objects that, to her horror, turned out to be crushed pieces of at least two of her teeth.
“Sunset?” Wallflower asked, looking around. “Sunset, what’s going on?”
“Oh, I’ll tell you what’s going on,” Sunset replied. From her position on the floor, Wallflower could only see her boots. Suddenly, Wallflower’s body exploded in pain again; it was like Sunset felt her gaze, as the boot moved quickly, stepping on her hand with a horrible sound of snapping bones. Wallflower gasped, tears streaming down her face and her bowels turning.
“You see, I don’t like to have debts,” Sunset said. “And since I’m going to Equestria for a long while, I decided that I may as well pay you back.”
“Pay back for what?” Wallflower asked, watching Sunset’s boots carefully.
“You see, my friends may have forgiven you,” Sunset said slowly. “You have friends of your own now and you’re one of the good guys, huh?” She winced, looking at Wallflower’s broken body. “Yet, I still wake up in the middle of the night, thinking that my friends abandoned me. It’s like Anon-a-Miss all over again, you little idiot!” She lifted Wallflower off the ground and threw her at the stall door. “I almost got over this and then you show up and do this!” She lifted her fist.
“Y-you don’t have to do this!” Wallflower exclaimed. “Please, this is not–” Sunset’s next punch pushed her inside of the stall and onto the toilet bowl.
“You’re right, I don’t have to do this,” Sunset said, leaning over Wallflower and unzipping her pants. “Which doesn’t mean I don’t want to.”
“Sunset, stop,” Wallflower stammered, when Sunset pulled her pants down. “I– I don’t feel well…”
“Of course you don’t,” Sunset replied, opening her bag. “You should’ve watched out for your drink during lunch. Luckily, I kept the bottle.”
“You’ve poisoned me?” Wallflower asked. “What kinda a sick fu–”
Sunset punched Wallflower in the solar plexus, knocking the wind out of her. Then she lifted her off the toilet bowl and ripped her panties off, revealing a somewhat unkempt bush of green hair. Wallflower raised her hands to resist, but Sunset slapped her and grabbed an empty bottle from her bag.
“As I said, I kept it,” Sunset said. “Guess where this is going.”
“N– no.” Wallflower clenched her legs shut, covering her crotch with her hands.
“That’s not a yes or no question.” Sunset looked at the bottle. “It’s more of a ‘do you prefer me to go bottom first or neck first?’ question.”
“I’m gonna scream,” Wallflower replied, trying to get past Sunset and out of the stall. “You’re gonna get arrested and–” She was interrupted when Sunset punched her again and grabbed her hair.
“Okay, you want foreplay, then.” Sunset kicked Wallflower in the crotch with her knee. Wallflower whimpered, when Sunset forced her to her knees, still holding her hair firmly. She resisted only for a moment, before Sunset slammed her face twice against the edge of the toilet bowl, each accompanied by the sound of more teeth breaking. Pain radiated from Wallflower’s crushed fingers; Sunset didn’t forget to ‘accidentally’ hit them once or twice for a good measure.
“Hold your breath,” Sunset said, placing her free hand on Wallflower’s pussy and feeling it with her fingers. Wallflower shuddered, her guts twisting and turning.
“What are–” She barely had time to inhale, when Sunset pushed her head down, forcing it into the toilet bowl and under the water. Wallflower flailed her limbs, struggling against Sunset’s firm grip. Her cunt twitched, muscles clenching around Sunset’s fingers. Sunset winced when she heard Wallflower let out a wet, putrid fart; the girl’s moves became slower and more erratic.
Sunset sighed and pulled Wallflower’s head out of the toilet bowl. Wallflower wheezed, desperately catching air, and then threw up water from her lungs, coughing and hacking.
“Don’t think I’ll kill you and let you get away with what you did to me,” Sunset said, grabbing a buttplug from her bag. “When I was young, I had to do some things Princess Celestia wouldn’t want her little ponies to know about. I know exactly how long it takes anyone to drown, including such a lightweight, cowardly cunt like you.”
“W-why–” Wallflower cried in pain when Sunset shoved the buttplug up her ass without any warning.
“I already told you why,” Sunset replied. “Unless you mean this.” She slapped Wallflower’s ass. “I don’t want you to shit yourself too much.” She pointed at the torn remains of Wallflower’s panties, with skid marks after the first bout of diarrhea still visible on them. “Can’t you even wipe your ass properly, you dirty little whore?”
“Sunset, stop.” Wallflower squirmed, feeling the buttplug stretching the walls of her anus. Her intestines twisted, bloated by gas slowly accumulating again. “I won’t tell anyone…”
“Do I look like I care?” Sunset asked. “I’m leaving this world for a long while. Maybe forever. You wanted everyone to forget me, but now I’ll make you remember me for the rest of your life…”
“Sunset…”
“Hold your breath.”
Wallflower tried to scream when Sunset pushed her head underwater again. She kicked blindly, but Sunset held her firmly. She grabbed the bottle and pulled Wallflower’s legs apart, spreading her pussy. Despite Wallflower thrashing, she smirked, noticing that the girl’s hymen was still intact.
Sunset positioned the neck of the bottle above Wallflower’s pussy lips and pushed hard. Wallflower thrashed more and Sunset saw a wave of air bubbles on the water surface. Nevertheless, Sunset pushed deeper, watching as Wallflower’s blood, piss, and juices pool on the floor.
She pulled Wallfower’s head out of the water by her hair and hit it against the wall. Wallflower gasped weakly and took a deep breath.
“So much for your defending, whore.” Sunset turned the bottle in Wallfower’s pussy, pushing it deeper into her. “Finally someone deflowered you, huh? I thought that with the memory stone, you’d fuck a ton of guys, but apparently you’re too pathetic to actually do that.” She got up and kicked Wallflower in the crotch, pushing the bottle deeper. Wallflower whimpered, clutching to her stomach as the bottleneck poked against her cervix.
“Hey, what are you doing here?”
Sunset turned back to see a short girl with pink skin and curly blue hair. The girl watched Wallflower with a slight grin.
“I’m telling her what I feel about her,” Sunset replied.
“May I kick her?” the girl asked.
“Fuck off,” Sunset said.
“If I don’t fuck off, will you do the same thing to me?” The girl’s smile didn’t quite reach the eyes; she looked at Wallflower writhing on the floor without a single blink.
“No, I’ll shit in your mouth and throw you out of the window,” Sunset replied. “Aren’t you that girl who got kicked out of Crystal Prep for stabbing someone? Crazy Glue or something like that?”
“Cozy Glow,” the girl said. “They never proved it wasn’t suicide.”
“When I strangle you with your own guts, it’ll also look like suicide,” Sunset deadpanned. “Now get the fuck out. It’s just between me and her.”
“Okay, okay.” Cozy Glow rolled her eyes and walked out of the toilet. Sunset turned to Wallflower and kicked her in the face for a good measure.
“Don’t fall asleep, cunt,” Sunset said. “It’s your lucky day. I had more things planned for you, but this little failed abortion will probably tell on me, so I’ll have to make it quick.”
“What are you gonna do, kill me?” Wallflower asked.
“Nah.” Sunset kicked Wallflower’s good hand. The bone snapped with a nasty sound and Wallflower screamed, cowering on the floor. The buttplug popped out of her ass, followed by a stream of watery diarrhea; Wallflower bawled, barely aware of that; her gaze was focused in one point, as unblinking as Cozy Glow before.
“Eww,” Sunset muttered. “Did you go catatonic? I should totally drown you until you end up as a braindead spastic, but you’re already shitting yourself, so I guess that won’t be needed.” She lifted Wallflower off the ground and dropped her into a puddle of shit. “You look and smell like trash, bitch. Do you know what that means?” She opened the window and grabbed Wallflower. “Bye.”
She pushed Wallflower out of the window. For a brief moment, Wallflower soared in the air, her pained frown turning into a smile as she awaited the sweet release of death.
This, however, wasn’t so. She hit the grass and rolled in it, her legs spread in odd angles; blood flowed from her pussy as the bottle broke during the fall. Wallflower screamed, trying to stop it with her broken hands. Some students ran away. A few girls started taking photos as Wallflower tried to get up in shock, only to fall again. Another group of students rushed to help her. Someone was already calling an ambulance.
Sunset turned away from the window and walked out of the toilet, noticing a wet pair of panties lying by the door. She winced; right now she really had to go back to Equestria, but she already made a mental note to come back one night to free this world of the stain named Cozy Glow. It would be a long and painful death and Sunset already felt her pussy getting wet at the very thought of it. Right now, however, she steered through the chaos and headed for the statue.
It was time to go home.
