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- >Twilight Sparkle, magically endowed teenager and recent transfer to CHS, is currently sitting with her friends as Rarity regales them with her latest fashion tale.
- >Apparently, a celebrity by the name of Sapphire Shores has commissioned Rarity's work for one of her shows.
- >The budding fashionista can hardly contain herself, a giddy smile on her face.
- >Her words come out quick and charged; electricity in verbality.
- >Eventually, the last bell rings and the girls gather up their things.
- >"So, how long are ya goin' to be tutorin' for today?"
- >Twilight gives Applejack a smile.
- "Two or so hours. That will give me plenty of time to head home and get ready for the sleepover."
- >"Cool," Sunset Shimmer gives Twilight's shoulder a light pat. "But don't worry about it too much. You do what you gotta do, alright?"
- >"Although," Rarity begins, her voice singsong, "It would be nice to hear about your first date with a certain someone as soon as possible."
- >Twilight feels her cheeks burn as her friends giggle, her eyes darting to the ground and feet shuffling about.
- "Well, um, I, uh, guess I should be off then!"
- >She tugs at her backpack, face still red as she turns to leave.
- "I shouldn't keep my charge waiting!"
- >And with that, she makes her exit, leaving whatshisname in Fluttershy's care for the time being.
- >After a short trek, she arrives at Ms. Cheerilee's classroom.
- >Clearing her throat, she opens the door and steps inside.
- >As she does so, she catches a glimpse of who she assumes she's supposed to be meeting.
- "Um, I'm..."
- >Is as much of an introduction she manages to get out before she actually takes full note of the room's occupant:
- >Flash Sentry.
- >He stares at her for a moment, grimacing as he looks away. "That figures," he grumbles.
- >She gives him a weak, nervous smile.
- "I... I guess I'm here to help you with your Math and English."
- >"Cool."
- >His flat tone and disinterested look suggests otherwise.
- >She purposefully leaves the door open and makes her way towards him.
- >Taking one of the desks, she turns it around so that it's face to face with his.
- >"So," he starts, watching as she takes a seat, "I want to start with Math."
- >Twilight nods and begins to go over the problems with him.
- >...
- "Alright, you'd want to eliminate x first, since all you'd need to do is multiply the second equation by -1 and then combine them."
- >He nods before going to work. The sound of lead scratching against paper is deafening in their tense silence.
- >"Like this?" He slides the paper over to her.
- >Looking over the completed problem, Twilight nods.
- "Yes. Very good."
- >She slides the paper back to him and watches as he places it along with the rest of his math homework in his binder.
- "On to English?"
- >"Mm." He nods, flipping to another section of his binder before pulling out a stapled bundle of papers.
- >Twilight couldn't help but notice the bright red 'C' written on the cover.
- >She had a feeling that this was his essay for last week's prompt.
- >"So, I don't really need as much help on this," he says as Twilight takes the papers, "But she said it couldn't hurt."
- >Flash rubs at the back of his neck. "I got marks down for shoddy wording and not really tying up my thesis well."
- >Twilight reads over the first paragraph.
- >"And I'm also a page short, but I can always just run up the word count."
- >He tries to smile. She pretends to not really notice.
- >The subject matter of his essay is rather... interesting.
- >Horses. In general. Specifically? Magic/mythological horses.
- >As she delves further into the essay, she finds herself nodding along with some of Cheerilee's comments in the margins.
- >Eventually, she comes to the end.
- >Now, the critiquing begins.
- "And right here, when you write, 'Unicorns were said to be summonable only by pure-hearted girls.'"
- >She taps the paper.
- "You could write, 'In olden times, it was said that only a female that is pure of heart could summon or be approached by a unicorn.'"
- >She pushes her glasses up the bridge of her nose, smiling.
- >Not at him, of course. At the air; at her words as they spilled out of her mouth.
- "Of course, the more technical description would include that 'purity = virginity,' at least in relation to the unicorn tale."
- >Yes. She is so smart and knowledgeable.
- >Flash can't help but smile a little as she continues to talk.
- "...valued virginity as..."
- >His eyes begin to wander downwards.
- >He couldn't help but linger on her chest; her breasts popping in and out as she breathed.
- "...That reminds me..."
- >So smart. And so pretty.
- >How would that skirt of hers look around her ankles?
- "Flash?"
- >His eyes snap to hers. She looks uncomfortable.
- "Is there something wrong?"
- >Her nervous tone causes him to tense up. She probably noticed him staring at her.
- >"I... No." He reaches for the papers. "Look, Twilight-"
- >His fingers get a little too close to hers. She jerks her hand away, clutching it to her chest.
- >He just stares at her.
- >In all his life, he never felt so cold.
- >Eyes widening, her mouth opens as he hangs his head.
- "I'm sorry! I just..."
- >"I guess Applejack told you guys."
- >Her apologetic mood gives way to confusion before realization soon dawns.
- >A tense silence hangs over them.
- "...Yes."
- >He buries his face in his hands.
- >Twilight shuffles in her seat.
- "Everyone has their... quirks, Flash-"
- >"Sunset Shimmer told me about Princess Twilight."
- >Twilight tenses up. His tone is unusually calm.
- >"She told me that Twilight's a pony. That she's really a pony, too."
- >He lets out a wry chuckle.
- >"I mean, I kinda guessed by the whole pony ears, wings, and that weird dance of hers that she wasn't exactly human..."
- >He looks up at her, a faraway smile on his face.
- >"But an honest to goodness pony? What are the chances?"
- >He shakes his head, still smiling.
- >"That the two girls I fell for are talking ponies?"
- >Twilight remains silent, his words meant more for himself than an invitation for a conversation.
- >Besides, she didn't quite know what to say.
- >All things considered, the chances of such a thing occurring are very slim.
- >"So, I got to thinking about horses and stuff. One day, I drove by Applejack's farm and saw her horses grazing."
- >He clicks his tongue.
- >"And I watched them."
- >Twilight shuffles again.
- >"And I thought about Twilight. I thought about whether I could really love her for what she is."
- >He raises his hand a bit, as though he was reaching for something.
- >"One of them came over to me. I started to pet her; she seemed to really like that. I came by another day and did the same thing. As I left and she turned around, I noticed her... winking."
- >Twilight's eyes widen.
- >"I stared at her and remembered seeing /that/ a long time ago... I thought about Twilight and... I got hard."
- >Twilight's face reddens, her eyes looking towards the floor. Applejack never mentioned anything about that.
- "I...That's certainly..."
- >"Then Applejack showed up."
- >His tone was less than enthusiastic. In fact, Twilight could hear an edge in his voice as he said her friend's name.
- >"I guess she didn't feel comfortable with me looking at her horses. You know, considering my /thing/ for Twilight. Told me to get lost; not in so many words, but in that /quaint/ hospitable-like tone of hers."
- >Twilight frowns, her previous fluster gone. She doesn't like where his attitude is going.
- "Well, I'm sure Applejack was just concerned about you."
- >"Really?"
- >His tone is flat. She bristles.
- "Yes. From what I've heard, you haven't been acting yourself lately. She's just worried about you."
- >"I agree."
- >Snide. Twilight braces herself.
- >"Yeah, she's concerned about me; she's worried that I'm going to do something to her horses."
- >Twilight keeps her gaze on him steady and her tone even.
- "Flash... I think you're not being fair. She's worried /for/ you, not /by/-"
- >"Don't bullshit me."
- >His fists clench and he glares at his binder, trying his best not to look at her.
- >"Sunset Shimmer told me to get over Twilight. Why? Because she's going to be spending most of her time in Equestria? That's bullshit. I could go there and spend time with her. So, I started thinking it's because Twilight's a horse."
- >Twilight doesn't have to try hard to fight back the urge to correct him.
- >The anger seething from his words served as a good enough deterrent.
- "Maybe Sunset thought that I'd be disgusted dating Twilight when she's a horse. But, I realize she never really gave a damn about what I think. She just doesn't want me to see Twilight again."
- >His fists un-ball, the fire dying from his eyes.
- >"None of them do. Maybe not even Twilight herself."
- >For a moment, a twinge of sympathy tugs at Twilight's heart.
- >"They think I'm a freak. Bet they've told you all sorts of nasty things about me. Especially that bitch, Shimmer."
- >The twinge is gone.
- "You're not exactly painting a favorable picture yourself."
- >"I guess not. But, I don't need to prove myself to you of all people."
- >Her eyes narrow.
- "Meaning?"
- >He scoffs.
- >"A fake."
- ".../Excuse/ me?"
- >"Twilight's been gone for weeks. Then you show up and I'm stuck looking at some girl who looks like her, but brushes me off at every turn."
- >Twilight huffs.
- "Well, I'm sorry that I bruised your male-ego by not falling for you the moment I saw you, /Flash Sentry/."
- >"No. You just start slobbering over some pretty boy from the boonies the moment you catch whiff of him."
- >Twilight stands to leave.
- "You know what? Since looking at me causes you such agony, let me do you a favor and take my leave."
- >She freezes when he stands as well.
- >"No."
- >Casually, he walks over to the door and shuts it.
- >"Let's talk for a bit."
- >Click!
- >"Just the two of us."
- >His left hand slides into his pocket as he makes his way back to her.
- "What do you want?"
- >"Nothing much. Just tell me how you girls stay in contact with Twilight."
- "And if I refuse?"
- >"I could convince you."
- >Her heart starts pounding, a sinking feeling welling within the pit of her stomach.
- >Until...
- "You... you must be joking."
- >She glares at him, her confidence rising.
- "You know what I can do. My power? And you want to try to harm me?"
- >Surprisingly, he doesn't look all that scared. In fact, he's oddly neutral.
- >"Yeah. I have a magic trick up my sleeve, too."
- >Her courage falters for a moment.
- "You're crazy."
- >"Are you going to tell me what I want to know?"
- 'Ok. Just focus on him. Reach out with my mind.'
- "I don't think that's a good idea."
- >"Hmm."
- 'Picture a hand -powerful and strong - ethereal yet tangible - holding him in place.'
- >"Time for a different approach."
- >Suddenly, he kicks a desk to his left, a loud screech emanating from it as it skids into another one.
- >Startled, Twilight briefly sets her eyes on it.
- >In that brief second, Flash lunges towards her.
- >Realizing her mistake, her attention snaps towards him, her right hand rising.
- >For a moment, Flash felt his body stop cold, the desks around them rising off the ground.
- >But it was too late.
- >Electricity flowed into Twilight's arm, her body locking up as she screamed to the sound of a thousand birds chirping.
- >It lasted for a second or two before releasing her, leaving her in a daze as she collapsed against a desk.
- >He fell, too, his previous momentum returning, and the desks dropped with a clatter.
- >Scrambling to his feet, he looks down at the dazed Twilight.
- >She was on her knees, using the desk for support.
- >Flash walks over to her, his breathing shaky.
- >Stopping just a foot away, he pulls back his right leg a bit.
- >He stares at her for a moment before closing his eyes.
- >His leg slides back a bit more before jolting forward and knocking her to the ground.
- >"Sorry, Twilight."
- >She lies on the ground, pained groans leaving her.
- >He looks her over. She was so different from Twilight.
- >Her shirt is a dark blue, button-up, with her pink and white star crest printed on the pocket of her right breast.
- >The skirt she wears consists of a dark purple color broken up by pink and white lines to form a plaid pattern.
- >Blue shoes cover her feet, laced up by white shoestrings.
- >As his eyes travel back up her bare legs, they reach the edge of her skirt.
- 'Not yet. Not yet.'
- >They travel to her face. It's contorted in a grimace.
- >He couldn't help but reach out and stroke her cheek.
- >If there was one thing he liked about this girl, it's her hair style.
- >He loved that pony-tail of hers. And those glasses.
- 'I wonder how Twilight would look wearing these..."
- >"...Timber..."
- >Her groan brings him back to reality.
- >He can't very well leave her like this.
- >Taking his jacket off, he moves to flip Twilight onto her stomach.
- >"Ah..." she groans as he forcefully pulls her arms behind her back and ties them there.
- >Flipping her onto her back, Flash climbs on top of the girl.
- "Hey."
- >He lightly slaps her, like he would a friend after they'd just been knocked through a loop.
- >She blinks, a dazed look on her face. It lasts for a few seconds, her vision slowly coming into focus as she notices a weight on her stomach.
- >"Wha...?"
- >He leans in close, stroking her cheek again.
- "Hey, sleepy head."
- >Her eyes shoot open and her mouth follows suit.
- >"What are you-?"
- >She notices her arms are tied and starts struggling against her bind, a rather futile act considering she could barely move due to his weight.
- >"Th-this isn't funny, Flash!"
- "It's not a joke, Sparkle."
- >He couldn't help but smile at the panic and fear in her eyes.
- >His hand drifts from her cheek, sliding down her neck to her left breast.
- >He gives it a squeeze, pressing into it so as to better feel her heartbeat.
- >"St-stop..." She looks away, eyes clenching shut as she fights back a groan.
- "Are you going to tell me what I want to know?"
- >"Ms. Cheerilee could come back at any moment!"
- >'Why? Why aren't my powers working?'
- >His hand slides from her breast to the topmost button of her shirt.
- "She could..."
- >He glances at the closed door, its window cover in place.
- "If she weren't in a meeting with Celestia and Luna."
- >Twilight's heart beats faster as she feels him fiddle with the button.
- >'Focus! Push!'
- "But, we better get this over with ASAP. Just in case."
- >He undoes the button, hooking his index finger over the top.
- "Ready to talk?"
- >The girl didn't know what to do.
- >She knew where he was going, that stiff object pressing into her stomach serving as just another bulwark to her dread.
- >She could tell him what he wanted to know.
- >Even though she preferred to just slam him into a desk 10 or 12 times.
- >Was keeping the statue's secret from him really worth the risk?
- "Oh...You want this..."
- >He undoes the next button, a dark smile on his face.
- "Right? Your boyfriend not giving you what you want, huh, Sparkle?"
- >She glares at him.
- >"You're... delusional."
- "Nah. All I want is information, but you're making things pretty damn difficult."
- >He uses his free hand to cup the girl's right cheek, his thumb lightly rubbing the corner of her lips.
- "You had so much to say earlier, Sparkle. Just say a few more things."
- >Something in her snaps.
- >"Don't call me that."
- >His smile drops.
- "What?"
- >"/Sparkle/. My name is... Twilight Sparkle."
- "You just said-"
- >"It /is/ my name! But don't you dare call me that, you thug! I'm just as much 'Twilight Sparkle' as Princess Twilight is!"
- >He grimaces.
- >"You've been nothing but a petulant child since I've met you! You think you /deserve/ to see Princess Twilight again? Why would she want to associate with a possessive, intolerant jackass like you-"
- >She freezes. His hand lightly grips around her throat.
- >Tears pool in her eyes as he continues to unbutton her shirt.
- >'You don't care about her. You just wanted an excuse.'
- >He admires the light blue bra she wears, her breasts fitting rather snugly in its cups.
- >Hooking his hand beneath the connecting strap, Flash lifts both cups up.
- >"Stop..."
- >Her breasts were B-cup at most. Not that he really minds.
- 'This is what Twilight's breasts would look like...'
- >He reaches for one, tweaking the nub. Sparkle lets out a suppressed squeak in response.
- >The nub hardens as he plays with it, prompting him to lower his face and suckle it.
- >She bites her lip, squirming under him.
- >With a gasp, her eyes shoot open as he starts kneading her other breast, his hips grinding into her.
- "Shit."
- >He growls as he pulls away. Quickly, he begins to undo his belt.
- >The girl watches him for a moment, quickly looking away the moment she catches a glimpse of his boxers-covered member.
- "You're not bad for an imitation, /Twilight Sparkle/."
- >He takes his shirt off, tossing it to the side.
- >She closes her eyes as he drops his boxers.
- >"Ah!"
- >He spreads her legs; she reflexively tries to keep them closed, her knees drawing together.
- >Chuckling, he moves between her legs and starts to knead her breasts.
- "Don't bother playing 'hard' to get, Twilight Sparkle. "
- >He lowers his face to the base of her neck, lightly sucking at it before move to nibble her ear.
- "You've already won your prize. Just be patient..."
- >He slides a hand down her chest to her pelvis, lightly fingering her belly button along the way, before hooking his thumb along the edge of her skirt.
- "I really like the color you chose: light blue. A nice, clean color. Really brings out what a slut you are by comparison."
- >"I'm not... I'm..."
- >She trembles as his hand slips further beneath her skirt.
- >"Stop."
- >He doesn't. His hand slips into her panties and begins to work her over, rubbing her clit and lightly fingering her.
- >The tears pooling in her eyes begin to spill, her groans coming out in choked sobs.
- "You know you like this."
- >He whispers, his stimulation intensifying.
- "You can always scream for help."
- >He stops kneading her breast, burying his nose in the nape of her neck.
- "Might not want people to see your true self, though."
- >She whimpers as she bites her neck, his hand continuing to work her over.
- >Apparently satisfied, he eventually pulls his hand away, raising it to the girl's face.
- "See? Look how much you want this."
- >She looks at his hand, her tears obscuring her vision to the point where she could hardly make out the juices that coated it.
- "Want a taste?"
- >"N-no!" She sobs, turning away.
- >He chuckles, giving her breast a squeeze with his dirty hand.
- "More for me."
- >He scoots downwards, positioning himself near her belly.
- >She shudders as he gives it a lick, his tongue swirling in her button for a moment before he positioned his head between her legs.
- >His hands move to the sides of her ass, slipping under her skirt and hooking into the edge of her panties.
- >Futilely, she tries to keep her panties on, knees pressing together again.
- >With a growl, he slaps her thigh, her legs clinching tighter, and lifts her ass off the ground just enough that he could slide her panties to her knees.
- >"Stop!"
- >He goes between her legs again, spreading them apart.
- >Licking his licks, Flash leans forward, taking in as much of her scent as he could.
- >The warm, musky air tickled at his nose and caused him to grow harder.
- >Her sobbing groans return in full force as he begins lapping at her entrance, his tongue sliding from near the top of her anus to her clit.
- >She squirms as he kisses her lower lips, his tongue poking at the entrance, before he starts sucking and swirling her clit, the nub hardening against his tongue.
- 'This is what Twilight would taste like...'
- >He pulls away, breathing hard against her pussy.
- "You're quite the kisser."
- >He gives her one last lick, her body shuddering at the touch, before rising to his knees.
- >Scooting up to her face, Flash grabs her by the head, his other hand stroking his member.
- "Your turn."
- >She stares at his dick, eyes wide as more tears spill out.
- >"N... no."
- >He tightens his grip on her hair, forcing her face closer.
- >"N-no!"
- "Open. Your. Mouth."
- >She turns her face away, his dick poking her cheek.
- >He grinds against her face, a grimace on hers as she tries to keep 'it' away from her mouth.
- >"Ah!"
- >He slaps her. She chokes back a sob as he forces her to look at him.
- "I'm being nice, Twilight Sparkle. I can get mean. Do you want that?"
- >She shakes her head. He guides her to his dick.
- "You know what to do, right?"
- >She nods, her mouth opening. Using one of his hands as support for her head, and the other to gently stroke where he slapped her, Flash pushes himself inside.
- >With long, gentle pushes, Flash makes use of the girl's mouth, her tongue reflexively swirling around his dick.
- >Her eyes are closed, clenched shut. He smirks.
- "Thinking about Timber?"
- >He can feel her choke back another sob.
- >After a few more pushes, he pulls the girl off, a wet pop sounding throughout the room.
- "Alright. Time to finish up."
- >He ignores how she rudely spits on the floor, grimacing at his aftertaste, and scoots back between her legs.
- >He spreads her legs apart and hooks them by their knees, suspending them as he positions his dick near her lower lips.
- >Her eyes widen, tears streaming down her face.
- >"Please... please don't!"
- >He just stares at her, cold neutrality.
- "You're a virgin, right?"
- >"..."
- >He grinds against her.
- >"Ye-yes! Please don't."
- "You had your chance."
- > She starts squirming.
- >"No! Please, Flash! Don't... This isn't... this isn't you..."
- >He looks away for a moment.
- "You don't know me, Twilight Sparkle..."
- >Her breathing becomes shaky.
- "But, I'm not a bad guy..."
- >He scoots closer to her, the underside of his dick rubbing against her entrance.
- "So, I won't take your virginity."
- >Her breathing steadies.
- "Not like I'd want to sully myself with a fake, anyways."
- >Pulling back, Flash flips her over and hikes her skirt up.
- >Her eyes widen with fear as she feels his dick rest between her cheeks.
- "You've heard of hotdogging?"
- >He pulls back and thrusts, the force causing her to yelp in surprise.
- "I'll get mine, Twilight Sparkle. And then we'll be done."
- >He thrusts again.
- "You know. I wish it wasn't you. I wanted it to be Shimmer."
- >He grips her by the waist.
- "She was my first. Lost my v-card to her."
- >He gets into a rhythm.
- "I regret that. God. She made me feel like trash when we were done..."
- >His thrusts intensify and his hands move to grip her breasts.
- "I thought I loved her. I /did/ love her. But all she ever loved was herself."
- >He pulls back, freeing one of his hands to guide his dick between her thighs.
- >"A-aah..."
- >He gets back into a rhythm, the feel of her juices prompting him to thrust harder.
- "That's why I wanted to... uh! To ask her first. I wanted to show that bitch how much I changed."
- >He frees his other hand, using it to grab her ass while the other one gives her left cheek a few smacks.
- >"Aah! Aahn..."
- "To show her that she couldn't just walk all over me. Tell me what's good for me."
- >He grabs her hair.
- "But it had to be you... Oh, well... hey. You know what a horse sounds like, right?"
- >"...Ye... yes?"
- "Make some noises."
- >"W-what?"
- "You heard me. If you're so much like the real Twilight Sparkle, then that should be easy for you."
- >She stammers, which abruptly ends when he pulls her hair.
- "Giddy up, Twilight."
- >"N-neigh. Ah!"
- >He slaps her ass.
- "You're sounding a little hoarse, Twilight. You can do better than that!"
- >She squeals as he slaps her ass again.
- >"Neigh! N-n-neigh!"
- >She sobs again, doing her best to whinny through the pain as he spanks her again, his thrusts increasing in intensity.
- "We're almost there, Twilight. It's the last... stretch."
- >He leans against her back, burying his nose in her neck as he grabs a handful of her breast.
- >"Neii...ooh..."
- >She's getting closer, too.
- >With one final thrust, Flash pulls back.
- "You're sounding a little hoarse, Twilight."
- >He pulls back again. Her eyes widen as she feels him spread her cheeks.
- >'No-'
- >With his free hand, he palms her pussy, wetting his hand with her juices.
- >"-ooohhh!"
- "You like that, girl?"
- >He strokes himself, coating his member with her juices before lining himself up with her anus.
- >Feeling him prod her exit, she starts to struggle.
- >"Please, no-mmf!"
- >He covers her mouth with his dirty hand, chuckling.
- "Shhh. Let me saddle up. Just enjoy the ride, Twilight."
- >Her eyes clench shut, her breathing shaky as she braces herself.
- >She screams into his hand as his dick slides inside, tears running down her face.
- "Just ease into it. It'll only hurt for a little bit."
- >Uncovering her mouth, he strokes her hair and kisses the back of her neck.
- >All she could do is let out a shuddering sob, her body frozen by the painful sensation.
- >A pained moan escapes her as he slowly thrusts in and out, her colon feeling like it's on fire.
- >To her relief, and shame, the pain dulls to an odd, yet pleasurable feeling.
- "Mm. Giddy up, Twilight."
- >"Ooooh..." She groans as his pace increases.
- "Giddy up!"
- >He spanks her ass.
- >"Ahhhhnn. Nei... Neiii..."
- >Two more spanks.
- >"Neiiigh! Ooohhh..."
- "We're almost there, girl."
- >He says, leaning onto her back and grabbing a handful of her breaststroke as he muzzles her neck.
- >With his other hand, he starts rubbing her clit.
- >"Nooohh..."
- "The last stretch..."
- >She's getting closer, too.
- >With one final thrust, Flash pulls out, with Twilight nearly collapsing from the sensation.
- >He moves to her face, grabbing her by the hair.
- >With a grunt, he empties out, coating her face and glasses with spunk.
- >Her eyes close, the warm liquid dribbling down her chin as he lets her go.
- >"...N-noooh..."
- >He begins fingering her, teasing her clit until she finally hits an orgasm as well.
- >Her knees give out and her waist collapses to the ground, her juices pooling around her.
- >Flash pulls her panties down, giving them a good sniff before stroking himself with them.
- >Reaching a light orgasm, Flash wipes himself off and puts them back on her.
- "Thanks for the lesson, Twilight. Really informative."
- >She rises to her knees, an empty look in her eyes as she redoes her bra starts buttoning up her shirt.
- >Done with that, she rises to her feet. Flash holds a paper towel to her face.
- "You, uh, got a little something on your face."
- >With a smile, he wipes her clean.
- "Don't worry about the mess, Twilight. I'll clean it up before Ms. Cheerilee gets back."
- >Winking, he leans in close.
- "I promise not to tell her about your little accident."
- >She closes her eyes, fighting back tears, and lets out a shaky sigh.
- >Gathering her things, Twilight makes her way to the door.
- >"Flash..."
- >He looks at her.
- >"You think you're a victim in all of this. But you're not. You're just an angry child, too stubborn to live in the real world..."
- >And with that, she leaves.
- >Twilight makes her way out of Cheerilee's classroom.
- >For a moment, she considered getting the aforementioned teacher before Flash had a chance to wash away his crime.
- >But then she remembered his oddly calm attitude. Like he knew he would get away with it.
- >Or that he didn't care either way.
- >The thought left her cold.
- >All she wanted was to go home.
- >"Twilight!"
- >A smile on her face and a spring in her step, Applejack saunter up to her.
- >"The cider sell finished a lot earlier than expected! So, I can take ya home if ya need it."
- "...OK."
- >Applejack's brows furrow.
- >...
- >As they pull up into Twilight's driveway, their unusually quiet drive coming to an end, Applejack turns to her friend.
- >"Twilight, if somethin's wrong, ya can tell me. I'm here for you. We all are."
- >Twilight smiles.
- >...
- "I'll be down in a few minutes."
- >Applejack nods and takes a seat in the living room.
- >Getting ready for a shower, Twilight slips out of her panties.
- >She can smell him; the scent of his spunk overpowers hers.
- >Grimacing, she tosses them into the trash.
- 'I don't need this...'
- >...
- >Standing beneath the warm drizzle of water, Twilight scrubs herself.
- >She thought she'd be more dramatic.
- >That she'd start scrubbing herself raw as she cried.
- >But no. She felt oddly calm.
- >With her sleepwear and whatnot gathered, Applejack drives them to Pinkie Pie's house.
- >Her friends greet them, worried looks on their faces.
- >Twilight gives Applejack a weak, but grateful smile.
- >As they gather in Pinkie's room, mugs of hot chocolate in their hands, Sunset Shimmer speaks up.
- >"Are you ok, Twilight?"
- >Letting out a shaky breath, Twilight wipes away at the tears she'd been fighting back.
- "No."
- >And so she tells them of her encounter with Flash.
- >Of how it all started decently, then downspiraled; her tale ending with four bloodboiling words,
- "Flash Sentry raped me."
- >They were angry, upset, but most importantly, supportive of her.
- >She didn't need evidence of his deed.
- >The courts needed that. Some would say justice needs it, too.
- >All she wants is revenge.
- END
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