The Beauty and the Demon

>The hallways of Canterlot High School were usually a bottleneck for gossip and flirting, the sounds echoing off the steel facade of the lockers and amplified to deafening levels.
>It was so bad that some students requested ear plugs just to protect their ears from all the noise.
>The danger wasn’t just on the listener, either. Every word spoken in those hallways reverberated throughout the entire school.
>If a jock boasted about what cheerleader he slept with the night before, the whole team would know about it within hours.
>Talking was just as dangerous as listening, and there was no reprieve from the madness.
>Except, however, for Friday afternoons after school.
>There were no after-school activities, and the students were so eager to get out of the building that within half an hour of the final bell, the entire school was deserted.
>Even the janitors didn’t want to stick around. Truly nobody wanted to be in that building.
>However, Rarity enjoyed the silence. While she loved her fair share of gossip, there was no better environment for concentrating on her next dress than those lovely quiet Fridays.
>She would stay behind in class, drawing up the latest designs on a sheet of sketch paper.
>Usually they were just fickle ideas, but today was much more important.
>With prom just a few weeks away, Rarity decided to get a head-start on her new design.
>She stayed after much longer than she intended, and she was surprised to see it was nearly 4 o’clock.
>The extra time was worth it, and when she held her design to the light she marveled at how well she’d done.
>She gave the paper a kiss and packed it in her bag. She tossed the bag over her shoulder and headed for the nearest exit.
>It was unfortunate, she thought, that her last class was so far from any exit, but she didn’t mind a little walk now and again.
>Her trek took her through the winding hallways of the school. It was so quiet it felt like she was walking through catacombs.
>Just then, as she approached a corner, a slender figure glided into view as if it were on ice.
>It was a woman’s figure, taller and wider than most. Her thighs carried her weight well, and she maintained an almost inhuman balance as she walked towards Rarity.
>She didn’t seem to notice Rarity yet, with her eyes shut, and a low cackle masking Rarity’s stifled breath.
>Rarity knew exactly who this was; there was no mistaking that fiery hair, that tight leather jacket, and that bronzed skin.
“Sunset Shimmer?” she said, “Wh-What are you doing here?”
>Shimmer’s grace seemed to focus at once on the fashionista. The way she cocked her hips gave her the presence a cougar would impose on a mouse.
>>”Well, well, well, what do we have here…”
>Shimmer chuckled as she approached. Rarity backed away, trying to keep her footing on the linoleum floor.
>It was like Shimmer herself was stealing her very sense of balance and using it to maintain that impossible stance of hers, a mixture of prowess with pure sensuality thrown right in.
>>”Didn’t expect a fashion geek like you to be here so late. Don’t you have a dress to make?”
“W-Well yes,” Rarity replied, “I was just cooking up my newest design. I don’t suppose you’d care for that sort of thing so...I’ll just be on my way.”
>Rarity gave a nervous laugh and tried to slide away, but a firm hand grabbed her by the collar.
>She yelped as her torso stopped short, sending her legs flying out in front of her.
>Before she could recompose herself, a chilly breath danced across her ear.
>>”Oh but Rarity, I’d love to hear ALL about your new design…”
“Oh, well yes, certainly, Sunset Shimmer. I started with a little bit of French Victorian style…”
>Rarity’s speech was cut short by a quick tug on her shirt collar.
>>“I don’t care about any of that lame fashionista stuff, Rarity,” Shimmer hissed, “What did you make the dress for?”
“The Fall Formal of course, but I don’t see why---”
>The temperature in the hallway dropped 20 degrees in an instant.
>>”Fall Formal, you say? MY Fall Formal?”
“Yes, I suppose so. Would you kindly let go of my collar, Shimmer? You’re stretching out the---”
>>”And just why would you need a dress, Rarity?” Shimmer ignored her, “Does the fashionista have a date?”
“That’s none of your business, Shimmer.”
>>”That’s Sunset Shimmer to you, Rarity, and it’s frankly all of my business. I know every couple who goes into my Fall Formal, and I’m not about to let you sneak by me.”
“Let me go, Sunset!”
>Rarity kicked to get out of her grip but she was frozen in her grasp.
>>”What’s wrong? Embarrassed over your date?”
“No! He’s a wonderful boy! He’s the sweetest boy I’ve ever met!”
>>”I need a name, Rarity. Is it that backstabber Brad?”
“Of course not!”
>>”I bet it’s that punk Nolan, isn’t it?”
“As if.”
>>”Well, all the other boys in this school are taken. Except…No...there’s no way you’d go for THAT dweeb…Norman?”
>Rarity wanted to tell her no, but the words were caught in her throat. It was only a brief hesitation, but it was all Shimmer needed.
>>”Oh, so it IS Norman,” Shimmer cackled, “You, going after that deadbeat?”
”As if you know anything about him!” Rarity spat, “He’s the kindest, smartest boy I’ve ever met! He’s not some meathead like your ex.”
>Shimmer replied with a swift knee to Rarity’s shoulder blade.
>Rarity’s cry was muffled with a quick hand over her mouth.
>>”If you ever talk about Brad like that again, I’m going to break your neck,” Shimmer hissed, “And as for your boyfriend, he’s not the knight in shining armor you make him out to be. He’s a hot-headed, show-offish brat.”
“He is not!”
>>”You weren’t there! He made a mockery of me in front of the whole math class! Only an ignorant dickhead like him could do something so terrible.”
>Rarity tried to headbutt Shimmer, but the demon was too fast. She leaned back to dodge and gave Rarity another swift knee strike.
>>”You know, Rarity, I was just about to let you go, but now that I know you’re Norman’s girlfriend...I think I’ll let you stick around a little longer…”
>Shimmer looked around for her locker, finding it within seconds. With a wicked smile she dragged the squirming Rarity to it.
>She quickly twisted the knobs and with a click, the door to the locker swung open.
>>”Hope you enjoy your little timeout,” Shimmer chuckled as she pushed Rarity face-first into the locker.
>Rarity’s eyes went wide and she tried to push back, but Shimmer was much too strong.
>Shimmer pinned her to the back wall and pulled her wrists behind her back. She grabbed a hair tie from the inferno on her head and lassoed Rarity’s hands together, and a second to tie her ankles.
>Rarity’s chest started to heave as she realized what was happening. She was scared of what Shimmer would do to her, as vulnerable as she was.
>With Rarity’s wrists firmly stuck behind her, Shimmer spun her around and propped her up against the back wall of the locker, facing out.
>Her bright blue eyes were wide with terror as Shimmer suddenly leaned in, a hand diving under her purple skirt.
>Rarity screamed as she felt Shimmer’s fingers curl around the waistband of her panties, and in one swift motion, the white cotton lingerie was off.
“Bringing these kinds of panties to school, Rarity?” Shimmer teased, holding them up in wonder, “Are you really as pure as they say?”
>Rarity didn’t get a chance to respond as Shimmer shoved the panties between her teeth.
>With the cotton balled up on her tongue, pinning it to the floor of her mouth, Rarity’s whines and pleas came out as quiet, muffled moans.
>>”There,” Shimmer smiled, “That should keep you quiet.”
>Shimmer grabbed the door to the locker and leaned in with a devilish smile. Sweat beaded off Rarity’s brow as she realized what was happening.
>>”Enjoy the show, bitch,” Shimmer grinned before slamming the locker shut.
>Rarity was enveloped in darkness, and she screamed with all her might. But outside the locker, she could see Shimmer with a broad smile.
>Just then, Rarity heard footsteps from down the hall. They were short steps with a long squeak between each one. She knew immediately whose sneakers those were.
>Shimmer looked down the hall and a wicked grin stretched from ear to ear. She turned to the locker and whispered.

>>”Showtime.”

>Rarity heard the footsteps getting closer, and the squeak was unmistakable. There was only one person in the school whose sneakers squeaked so badly.
“Norman…” she thought to herself, “Please...turn back...don’t come here…”
>He was the last person she wanted to show up. If he saw her like this, tied with panties stuffed in her mouth, she didn’t think she could handle the embarrassment.
>Her body was still but her mind was a wreck. What could Shimmer want? What did she mean by ‘Enjoy the show’?
>The squeaks were deafening now. Norman had to be just a few steps down the hall.
>Rarity wanted to scream but the gag held back the sounds like a dam. Norman was a helpless little fly, diving straight into a spider’s web.
>She looked through the slats for Shimmer, but to her surprise, she’d vanished. It was as if she merged right into the shadows.
>Only a dimly-lit locker was visible, standing directly opposite of her prison. There was something familiar about it…
>As she studied the hall around her, Norman stepped into view. Her sense of fashion problems wasn’t wrong, there was no mistaking it.
>It was most definitely Norman, she could spot that lopsided beanie and wrinkled red jacket for miles.
>Such atrocities were usually a pet peeve, but she didn’t love Norman for his fashion sense.
>He was gentle and delicate, like a little lost puppy, and he always put her before himself.
>He may not be the most athletic boy, or even the smartest, but he was, beyond all accounts, an absolute gentleman.
>Even when she was tied and stuffed in a locker, just having Norman a few feet away calmed her breath.
>There was a warm, cozy feeling in her stomach whenever she stared at him too long, but just as the sensation spread to her heart, icy fingers starting creeping all around her.
>The locker turned into a freezer as a demon drifted out of the shadows, heading straight for Norman.
>Rarity didn’t even get a chance to warn him. Shimmer descended upon him in an instant, wrapping him in her web.
>Norman tossed his stuff in the locker and turned around, greeted by the towering girl planting a finger on his lips.
>>”Hey there, Norman,” she said, as if she were talking to a friend, “How’s it hanging?”
>She couldn’t make out Norman as clearly; he was talking in terrified sputtering, but it was clear he was just as confused as Rarity was.
>Shimmer said something about being tutored, and she wasn’t giving Norman much of a choice.
>Suddenly, Norman pushed away and made a break for it, but Shimmer was quicker.
>She slammed her arm against the locker to cut him off, and before he even thought of turning around she’d planted a second arm there too.
>Norman was paralyzed with fear and made another feeble attempt to escape, but not before Shimmer pushed him hard inside the locker.
“Normie!” Rarity shouted, her words turned to a gasp by the gag. She’d never seen him roughed up this much, and the look on his face told her he was hurt.
>She wanted to go over and comfort him, hold him tight and make sure he was alright, but Shimmer was merciless.
>She stepped right inside the locker with him, trapping him in a small metal prison.
>The lights started to flicker, obscuring her view of what was going on, but she could still hear the venom Shimmer was spitting.
>>"Oh Norman," Shimmer said, "You were always so out of touch. I'm astounded you've lasted this long. Not a single soul in this school respects you, you know that?"
>Norman tried to reply, but Shimmer cut him off.
>>"'Aryan Beauty?'" she said mockingly, "That slut? She'll sleep with anyone who shows her affection, no matter what color they are."
>In an instant, both Rarity and Norman felt their hearts turn to ice in an instant.
>Norman blushed, not sure how to respond, and Rarity’s stomach turned over.
“Don’t listen to her, Norman,” Rarity thought to herself, “She’s just a demon...she doesn’t know anything about us…”
>She knew that no matter what happened, Norman would still love her…no matter what…
>Just then, the lights went out again. Rarity heard the locker rumble, followed by the terrifying sound of clothes being torn apart.
>The lights flickered enough to see Shimmer pushing a stripped Norman into the locker, leaning uncomfortably close to him.
>>Trapped in a locker with a beautiful woman,” she heard Shimmer say, “Isn’t this what every guy dreams?”
>Rarity heard their lips lock in the darkness.
“N-No! He’s mine! Get away from him!” She shouted in vain.
>The lights flickered on and off, giving her brief glimpses of Norman being ravished.
>She was just a few feet away, powerless to stop Shimmer’s advances.
>She could hear everything, the sound of flesh dancing against flesh, the long, savoring moans from Shimmer, and the panicked grunts from her lover.
>Every once and a while, Shimmer would say something, and every line was like a sting to her heart.
>>”You sure you’re not enjoying this?”
>>”So hard from just kissing a woman?”
>>”I bet you’ve always wanted to touch these, hmm?”
>Rarity didn’t want to watch, but just listening was far worse. She was breaking him down, little by little, like a spider nibbling at its prey, and she couldn’t do anything to stop it.
>Whenever the lights came back on, another piece of clothing was gone from Shimmer, and the sweat made her skin seem even more perfect.
>In one flash of light, she managed to catch a glimpse of Norman’s cock between Shimmer’s thighs. He really was enjoying himself…
>The worst sound she heard weren’t Shimmer’s moans, or even the sound of her wet slit grinding against him...it was the slow, quiet drip she heard against the floor of her prison.
“No...I’m not enjoying this...Norman…”
>She repeated those words over and over in her mind, but they only served to make the dripping worse.
>Shimmer was stealing her lover’s first time right before her eyes, something he always promised her...but she just couldn’t turn away.
>The lights would come on and off, offering Rarity a view of Shimmer’s hips rocking against Norman’s.
>She could see his shaft sliding back and forth, disappearing and reappearing behind Shimmer’s bouncing rump.
>Shimmer held him close, suckling the weakened boy and running her fingers along his shoulders.
>Norman wasn’t struggling anymore, and his grunts had turned into moans.
>Rarity closed her eyes and refused to open them again. Even the sounds of Norman’s climax didn’t wake her from her torment.
>It was almost sickening hearing it, their combined moans coupled with the quiet pumping of seed inside her.
>Shimmer orgasmed shortly after, shooting a glance over her shoulder towards the opposite locker.
>She flashed a cocky grin, knowing that she’d won. The lights came back on for good, giving Rarity an excellent view of the pair wrapped in a post-coital embrace.
>Rarity put her head down and didn’t bother to look up again as Shimmer recovered herself.
>She said something about tutoring, but she didn’t care for the details.
>After Shimmer had walked away, Norman climbed out of the locker shortly after.
>Just before he went out of sight, Rarity shouted as loud as she could and slammed herself against the locker walls, making as much noise as possible.
>With Shimmer gone, the quiet hallways made her struggle sound like a freight train.
>Norman turned to the locker and peered in the slats, his eyes growing wide with what he saw.
>”Rarity?!”
“Norman!” she shouted in the gag.
>”Oh my goodness! What happened to you!? I’ll get you out of there, Rarity, just hang on!”
>Norman tried to pull open the locker, but without the combination, it refused to budge.
>He couldn’t give up, however, not with Rarity tied and trapped inside. His blood started to boil and his fist curled tight.
>He wound up his arm and with a barbaric shout, punched the locker door as hard as he could.
>To his surprise, the locker harmlessly swung open, revealing the tied beauty inside.
>He quickly pulled out the gag, not even realizing what they really were, and stripped the hair ties from around her limbs.
>The two immediately embraced, sobbing with each other in time.
>”I’m so sorry, Rarity,” Norman wept, realizing what she’d seen, “She just came onto me, I would never---”
“I know, Norman...you looked so happy though…”
>”No no no, Rarity! There was nothing I could do! I didn’t think for a second that I loved her! No one’s as wonderful as you!”
“But...she stole it...she stole your first…”
>”Rarity, I know how you must feel right now, but it’s all going to be okay. It’s one thing to have it stolen away, but it’s a whole nother thing to give it to someone you really love. And that someone is you, Rarity.”
>Rarity was at a loss for words and elected to throw herself into his chest. She cuddled up to him and wept, realizing just how lucky she was.
>She had seen every gem of the world at least once, but she’d seen no greater treasure than the boy she clutched in her arms.

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