Anon - Rarity and the Crook

You are a small time crook.

 

You mostly do break-ins while the families aren't home. You work alone and only spend a few days in each town, keeping the heat off you. You've never been caught so it must be a good system.

This week you've rolled into an upper-class suburb called Canterlot. Lots of nice houses. Kids go around dressed real trendy. Yeah, you can score here.

As always you get a hotel in the next town. No need attracting attention to a weird stranger & his van. It's Friday...that's a good night to case houses. Adults are at the country club, and there's music coming from the local High School so the kids are out too. The houses will be empty. You're tempted to hit a few tonight but you always stick to the plan. Check them out tonight, rob them over the weekend. Lots of families leave on the weekends.

 

You walk the streets, dressed dark to avoid attention but not in full burglar gear. Gotta fit in just in case somebody sees you.

You hear commotion coming from some nearby bushes. Muffled squealing, sounds of a struggle. It's dumb to get involved but you get curious.

 

Two High School boys in football jerseys have a girl pinned down. One has a rag over her mouth, and both arms pinned over her head. The other is between her legs with his pants half down already. He's already up her purple skirt & has her panties down around her knees.

>"Hey, what the hell is going on over there!?"

 

The two boys panic and flee...they're just High School kids and you're a grown man. You walk over to see if the girl is alright.

She's crying hysterically, well, that figures, poor kid almost got raped. Her hair is messed up, with grass & twigs in it. Her panties are a little wet...she pee'd herself in fear.

>"You okay, kid?"

She lunges forward and throws her arms around you. She's crying and shaking violently. You hold her, rocking her back & forth gently, stroking her hair.

 

Finally, you try to let her go but she goes into full panic, nearly screaming. Her nails dig into your coat as she holds on as if her life depended on it.

>"NO! Please, please don't leave me!"

Poor kid isn't just scared, she's traumatized. You don't let her go, you keep holding her and rubbing her back.

 

You take a look at the panties hanging around her knees. On a well dressed fashion-conscious teenager like this you'd expect silk or satin undergarments, but these are rather ordinary, innocent cotton bikini cut panties. Pristine white (except for the partial urine stain) with a little purple bow on the front. Figures; a kid her age still has her mother buying her underwear for her. Guess Mom doesn't approve of anything sexy.

 

You reach to pull them up for her, but your hand brushes her inner thigh lightly. It's so warm & smooth. It's been so long...you'd forgotten what a sweet young smalltown girl's leg felt like. You stroke her thigh up and down as she continues to cry into your chest.

 

You go higher, until you hit soft pubic hair. Just a little well-groomed peach fuzz covering a warm little pussy. Your fingertips explore it. Oh god...what the hell are you doing? She's just a teenager...she still smells like baby powder. But you don't stop.

 

The girl finally realizes what you're doing. She gasps in horror and tries to pull away but you've got her held tight. She screams & cries but you push her face into your coat, muffling the noise.

 

Up & down you stroke her little slit, taint & asshole. She isn't wet, too bad for her. It would hurt less if she was lubed. Your fingers force themselves in deeper, past her warm, soft inner lips and into the vag. Oh shit, you feel a hymen, she's still a virgin.

That isn't your problem though...in go your fat fingers. Two in the pink, one in the stink. She gives a sharp, piercing squeal of pain and her legs shake violently. In and out you go, finger fucking her tiny schoolgirl cunt & anus.

 

The purple haired girl tries to struggle and pull way but you overpower her...she's no match for a grown man. In and out your fingers probe two dry, unlubed holes. It must be horribly painful for her, you can feel her whole body twitching.

 

Enough fun. You can finish later at the hotel room. You finally release the crying teen, who is exhausted from her struggle. She collapses in the bushes.

Nearly you hear voices...other teens from the School dance coming to make out. They'll find her, she'll be okay. Without a word you disappear into the darkness.

 

The next day you're sitting in a diner in the next town, not far from your hotel. Two locals are talking about what happened last night.

>"Some poor girl from Canterlot High got raped last night after the dance."

>"I heard she got double raped."

>"Not really. Weird case. Two boys tried to rape her, but some stranger scared them off before they could rape her. She identified both and they were arrested."

>"That guy sounds like a real hero."

>"Nah...the same scumbag then held her down and finger-fucked her. Broke her cherry."

>"Aww man!"

>"Poor kid is in the psyche ward at Canterlot Hospital. She's traumatized...won't let a man get near her, even the doctors. She screamed and freaked out when her own father tried to give her a hug."

>"That's awful. That girl's gonna be fucked up for a long time."

 

Yeah, maybe it is fucked up. But you rationalize it. Those boys were going to rape her with their cocks. She might have ended up hurt a lot worse or with an STD or pregnant with a rape baby.

Yeah, you raped her too, but she got off a lot easier with you. That makes you feel like you still did a good thing last night.

 

You fold your newspaper, pay your tab and leave. You've got a busy night ahead of you, breaking into those rich fuck's houses. The whole incident will actually make your job easier. The town will be looking for a rapist...not worrying about a burgler.

 

Good times.

 

THE END