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2013-05-31: Sunset Shimmer Prelude

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2013-05-31
>The morning after the prom was a jumbled mass of commotion.
>Newspapers flooded the town, their headlines emblazoned in large, bolded letters:
PROM NIGHT RAPIST: The Worst Night of a Young Woman’s Life
>Brad sat near the back of the cafeteria, reading the article in question.
>As he scanned the paragraphs detailing Derpy’s trauma, images flashed in his mind.
>He saw Derpy lying face down on the pavement.
>He saw Derpy rocking back and forth as he violated her.
>He remembered the feeling of Derpy’s mouth around his shaft.
>He hated every minute of it, but it felt so good. Brad slammed his hand on the cafeteria table.
“DAMMIT!” he thought, “That bitch! I broke Derpy’s trust and for what? So some whore would have her way?”
>Brad swept his arm across the table. His tray tumbled to the floor, attracting the attention of everyone in the cafeteria.
>Brad held his head in his hands. Something inside him snapped. He had raped Derpy, there was no taking that back.
>He hated himself, but above all else, he hated Sunset Shimmer.
>He looked up to the crowd staring at him.
“And what are you all staring at?”
>Brad stood up and threw the newspaper to the floor. He made sure to step on it on his way out. He took refuge from the eyes of the crowd in the restroom.
>Brad sat in the stall furthest from the door and reached into his pocket. From it he pulled out the piece of fabric with Shimmer’s phone number on it.
>He laughed to himself, cackling with anticipation and hatred.
>Brad recalled his warning from the previous night.
“I swear I’ll make you pay, bitch!”
>With Shimmer’s twisted smile burned into his head, he put the shred of paper back in his pocket and solemnly walked back to the cafeteria.
>He sat down and opened his laptop. He searched for an online registry, and was pulling up the webpage when a purple finger tapped him on the shoulder.
>”Hey Brad!” Twilight said with a smile, “What’s up?”
“Nothing, Twilight,” Brad said, “just having a rough day.” Brad resumed his work on the laptop.
>“Watcha doin there?” Twilight asked, “Why are you on the registry?”
“Oh, I’m just researching the best Italian restaurant around here. Some of the ones around her have too much spaghetti.”
>”Hm,” Twilight said, “What’s ‘Italian’ mean?
“Something from Italy.”
>”Oh, what’s Italy?” Brad looked at her, jaw open.
“You don’t know what Italy is?”
>”Not really,” she sighed, “Is it some far off kingdom?”
“I guess you could say that.” Brad said. “Look Twilight, can we meet up later? I’m kind of busy here.”
>”Oh, okay Brad,” Twilight said, “maybe after school?”
“Sure,” Brad said. “See you later, Twi.”
>Twilight leaned forward and gave Brad a quick peck on the lips.
“Oh sure,” he thought, “I can rape Derpy no problem but I can’t even get to second base with Twilight.”
>Brad went back to his work. He pulled up the town registry and held up Shimmer’s phone number.
>Her number brought up an address, which Brad copied in his notebook. He noticed something on the registry. Sunset Shimmer wasn’t her real name.
“More ammunition,” Brad said silently.
>Just as Brad had finished his doxing, the bell rang signifying the end of lunch.
“Fuck, I hate English class.”
>Brad gathered his things and slumped to third period English.
>Room 43, Ms. Harshwhinny’s third period English.
>This was Brad’s most hated class, simply because writing and reading never appealed to him.
>Brad kept his head down while he waited for the rest of the class to pile in.
>Ms. Harshwhinny, however, went to the front of the classroom and taped a piece of paper to the chalkboard.
>“Attention class,” she snarled, “these are your new seating arrangements for the final semester. As much fun as you all must have had at your mid-term prom,”
>Brad looked around the room, noticing a blonde girl with gray skin staring out the window.
>”We must move on with the school year and indeed our work. Please come to the front of the class, find your seat and promptly sit back down upon it. Do I make myself clear?”
>”Yes, Mrs. Harshwhinny,” the class said in unison.
>She sat back down at her desk and waited for the students to find their seats. One by one the sheep piled up to the paper, found their seats, and sat back down.
>Brad was the last to go up, and he read the paper. To his horror, he saw three desks at the back of the class side by side with three names:
SUNSET SHIMMER | BRAD | DITZY DOO
“God dammit,” thought Brad, “she could not have picked a worse seating arrangement.”
>Brad slumped into the desk between the smiling witch and the gray statue. Sunset leaned over to Brad.
>”So Brad,” she sneered, “how was the prom?”
“Shut the fuck up”
>”Oooh, you’re so threatening when you’re blackmailed,” Shimmer smiled.
“I said shut up, you whore. Do you think this is a joke?” Brad said through clenched teeth.
>His hands were balled up, his eyes red with rage.
>”Oh come on,” Shimmer said, “I heard you two had a nice night, isn’t that right, Derpy?”
>Derpy turned briefly towards Shimmer, but looked back to the window when she was Brad.
“Leave her out of this, slut!” Brad whisper-shouted.
>”Hey Derpy,” she leaned over Brad’s desk, “I heard your not a virgin anymore. Did you enjoy your first time? Was it a little rough?”
>Brad snapped. He reached across the table and clasped both hands around Shimmer’s throat.
>He shook her back and forth, pressing his thumbs against her windpipe.
“You fucking BITCH! YOU WHORE! I’LL KILL YOU FOR THIS!” Brad throttled Shimmer with all his strength. Shimmer’s eyes rolled back in her head as her lips started to turn blue.
>”Brad, stop!” said a voice behind him, “You’re killing her!”
>Brad stopped shaking her and stared deep into Shimmer’s eyes.
“This isn’t over,” he said as he dropped her back into her chair. Shimmer gasped for air, holding her bright red throat. Brad breathed deeply, staring at Shimmer’s crumpled form. He looked behind him; Derpy stared up at him.
>A silent thanks was given from Derpy, before she turned away again.
>”BRADLEY! WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH YOU?!” Ms. Harshwhinney stormed over to Brad and lifted him by the ear. “I WILL NOT TOLERATE THIS IN MY CLASSROOM! MARCH TO THE PRINCIPAL’S OFFICE IMMEDIATELY!”
>Brad gathered his things and promptly marched out of the classroom, briskly walking past Twilight and out the door.
>Halfway to the office Brad stopped. He slammed his fist into the nearest locker.
“DAMMIT!” Brad screamed, “FUCK!” Brad didn’t mean to strangle Shimmer, but his instincts got the best of him. How dare that smug bitch make a big fucking joke out of this. Brad smashed his hand into the locker again before going to Principal Celestia’s office.
>Twenty minutes later Brad stormed out of the office, a pink slip of paper clutched in his hand.
>His “appointment” with the principal had ended right as third period let out, so the halls were flooded with students.
>”Brad!” A voice called out as a purple girl ran up to him.
>”Brad! What’s wrong? What happened in the classroom? What’s that in your hand?”
“Nothing’s wrong, Twi,” he said, “Celestia suspended me for a week.”
>”What?! Just a week?”
“I’m as surprised as you are.”
>”She must be too busy with the press to worry about you.”
“Busy with the press?”
>”That fiasco at the prom last night. You didn’t read the papers?”
“Sort of.”
>”There were four rapes last night! FOUR! Derpy, Applebloom, Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo! It was awful!”
>Brad shook his hand nervously.
“Yeah, that’s horrible! Who would do such a thing?”
>”Whoever it is, they should suffer for that. I mean, raping Derpy is bad enough, but then he goes and rapes three middle schoolers? They were there to have fun with their sisters! Not to have their lives ruined!”
“It’s pretty sad, that’s for sure. Twi, I gotta leave the premises apparently, I’ll meet you at the ice cream shop after school’s out, alright?”
>”Alright Brad, hope this suspension isn’t too bad.” Another peck on the cheek.
>Brad left the grounds and walked out to the parking lot.
>Brad walked out to his car and threw his stuff in the back seat. He walked to the driver’s seat and turned on the radio.
>Little Girls started playing. Brad quickly switched the station.
>Rape Me
>Brad turned off the radio. Not even the radio would let him forget that night. He started his car and drove off the grounds. He started to drive home, but he decided to go to Shimmer’s house.
>Brad took note of every feature, every possible entrance.
“Even with her window wide open, her whore pussy is probably wider.” Brad laughed to himself.
>He even rummaged through her garbage and found a fresh pair of panties, orange and drenched with Shimmer’s prom queen coat of arms.
>Brad stuffed them into his pocket.
“I take it back Shimmer, my payback won’t be today. I’ll give you a three-day reprieve.”
>Brad sped off to the ice cream shop. Today will be his day off. His last day of sanity.
>Later that night Brad was lying in bed. He couldn’t get the images out of his head for the second night in a row. He saw flashes of Derpy’s tear-covered face, her body quivering under his hands as she reached her orgasm. The same thoughts of the three middle-schoolers invaded his dreams too.
>There was no way to reverse what had been done. Only one thing could calm Brad’s conscious.
>Brad realized there was only one way to put his images to rest. He would have to get his revenge on Shimmer.
>Brad cracked a wide smile. He still felt remorse for Derpy’s rape, but he began to realize something.
>Rape was a tool; Shimmer used it to break Derpy’s spirit and steal the middle-schooler’s virginity. Rape was not a crime, it was merely a vector.
>Brad wanted to destroy Shimmer; he wanted to see her snap in two.
“Rape is only a vector,” Brad repeated to himself, and he pulled out Shimmer’s panties
>He inhaled deeply, and began to masturbate.
>He masturbated repeatedly all night, becoming trained to Shimmer’s smell, aroused at the faintest particle.
>He pictured holding Shimmer down, fucking her as half of Shimmer hung out the window.
>He imagined strapping Shimmer to a chair and throat-fucking her, cumming in her mouth and eye.
>The next morning, he tested his training. He placed the panties on his bed and left the room.
>He went and had breakfast as usual, his morning exercises and such, before returning to his room.
>There he inhaled the sweet smell of Shimmer’s jacket. His cock grew hard in seconds.
“Perfect,” he said.

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Based Writefag !X7PthC8.F2
2013-05-31

>The morning after the prom was a jumbled mass of commotion.
>Newspapers flooded the town, their headlines emblazoned in large, bolded letters:
PROM NIGHT RAPIST: The Worst Night of a Young Woman’s Life
>Brad sat near the back of the cafeteria, reading the article in question.
>As he scanned the paragraphs detailing Derpy’s trauma, images flashed in his mind.
>He saw Derpy lying face down on the pavement.
>He saw Derpy rocking back and forth as he violated her.
>He remembered the feeling of Derpy’s mouth around his shaft.
>He hated every minute of it, but it felt so good. Brad slammed his hand on the cafeteria table.
“DAMMIT!” he thought, “That bitch! I broke Derpy’s trust and for what? So some whore would have her way?”
>Brad swept his arm across the table. His tray tumbled to the floor, attracting the attention of everyone in the cafeteria.
>Brad held his head in his hands. Something inside him snapped. He had raped Derpy, there was no taking that back.
>He hated himself, but above all else, he hated Sunset Shimmer.
>He looked up to the crowd staring at him.
“And what are you all staring at?”
>Brad stood up and threw the newspaper to the floor. He made sure to step on it on his way out. He took refuge from the eyes of the crowd in the restroom.
>Brad sat in the stall furthest from the door and reached into his pocket. From it he pulled out the piece of fabric with Shimmer’s phone number on it.
>He laughed to himself, cackling with anticipation and hatred. 
>Brad recalled his warning from the previous night.
“I swear I’ll make you pay, bitch!”
>With Shimmer’s twisted smile burned into his head, he put the shred of paper back in his pocket and solemnly walked back to the cafeteria.
>He sat down and opened his laptop. He searched for an online registry, and was pulling up the webpage when a purple finger tapped him on the shoulder.
>”Hey Brad!” Twilight said with a smile, “What’s up?”
“Nothing, Twilight,” Brad said, “just having a rough day.” Brad resumed his work on the laptop.
>“Watcha doin there?” Twilight asked, “Why are you on the registry?”
“Oh, I’m just researching the best Italian restaurant around here. Some of the ones around her have too much spaghetti.”
>”Hm,” Twilight said, “What’s ‘Italian’ mean?
“Something from Italy.”
>”Oh, what’s Italy?” Brad looked at her, jaw open.
“You don’t know what Italy is?”
>”Not really,” she sighed, “Is it some far off kingdom?” 
“I guess you could say that.” Brad said. “Look Twilight, can we meet up later? I’m kind of busy here.”
>”Oh, okay Brad,” Twilight said, “maybe after school?”
“Sure,” Brad said. “See you later, Twi.” 
>Twilight leaned forward and gave Brad a quick peck on the lips.
“Oh sure,” he thought, “I can rape Derpy no problem but I can’t even get to second base with Twilight.”
>Brad went back to his work. He pulled up the town registry and held up Shimmer’s phone number. 
>Her number brought up an address, which Brad copied in his notebook. He noticed something on the registry. Sunset Shimmer wasn’t her real name.
“More ammunition,” Brad said silently. 
>Just as Brad had finished his doxing, the bell rang signifying the end of lunch.
“Fuck, I hate English class.”
>Brad gathered his things and slumped to third period English.
>Room 43, Ms. Harshwhinny’s third period English.
>This was Brad’s most hated class, simply because writing and reading never appealed to him.
>Brad kept his head down while he waited for the rest of the class to pile in.
>Ms. Harshwhinny, however, went to the front of the classroom and taped a piece of paper to the chalkboard.
>“Attention class,” she snarled, “these are your new seating arrangements for the final semester. As much fun as you all must have had at your mid-term prom,”
>Brad looked around the room, noticing a blonde girl with gray skin staring out the window.
>”We must move on with the school year and indeed our work. Please come to the front of the class, find your seat and promptly sit back down upon it. Do I make myself clear?”
>”Yes, Mrs. Harshwhinny,” the class said in unison.
>She sat back down at her desk and waited for the students to find their seats. One by one the sheep piled up to the paper, found their seats, and sat back down.
>Brad was the last to go up, and he read the paper. To his horror, he saw three desks at the back of the class side by side with three names:
SUNSET SHIMMER | BRAD | DITZY DOO
“God dammit,” thought Brad, “she could not have picked a worse seating arrangement.” 
>Brad slumped into the desk between the smiling witch and the gray statue. Sunset leaned over to Brad.
>”So Brad,” she sneered, “how was the prom?”
“Shut the fuck up”
>”Oooh, you’re so threatening when you’re blackmailed,” Shimmer smiled.
“I said shut up, you whore. Do you think this is a joke?” Brad said through clenched teeth.
>His hands were balled up, his eyes red with rage.
>”Oh come on,” Shimmer said, “I heard you two had a nice night, isn’t that right, Derpy?”
>Derpy turned briefly towards Shimmer, but looked back to the window when she was Brad.
“Leave her out of this, slut!” Brad whisper-shouted.
>”Hey Derpy,” she leaned over Brad’s desk, “I heard your not a virgin anymore. Did you enjoy your first time? Was it a little rough?”
>Brad snapped. He reached across the table and clasped both hands around Shimmer’s throat.
>He shook her back and forth, pressing his thumbs against her windpipe.
“You fucking BITCH! YOU WHORE! I’LL KILL YOU FOR THIS!” Brad throttled Shimmer with all his strength. Shimmer’s eyes rolled back in her head as her lips started to turn blue.
>”Brad, stop!” said a voice behind him, “You’re killing her!”
>Brad stopped shaking her and stared deep into Shimmer’s eyes.
“This isn’t over,” he said as he dropped her back into her chair. Shimmer gasped for air, holding her bright red throat. Brad breathed deeply, staring at Shimmer’s crumpled form. He looked behind him; Derpy stared up at him.
>A silent thanks was given from Derpy, before she turned away again.

>”BRADLEY! WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH YOU?!” Ms. Harshwhinney stormed over to Brad and lifted him by the ear. “I WILL NOT TOLERATE THIS IN MY CLASSROOM! MARCH TO THE PRINCIPAL’S OFFICE IMMEDIATELY!” 
>Brad gathered his things and promptly marched out of the classroom, briskly walking past Twilight and out the door.
>Halfway to the office Brad stopped. He slammed his fist into the nearest locker. 
“DAMMIT!” Brad screamed, “FUCK!” Brad didn’t mean to strangle Shimmer, but his instincts got the best of him. How dare that smug bitch make a big fucking joke out of this. Brad smashed his hand into the locker again before going to Principal Celestia’s office.
>Twenty minutes later Brad stormed out of the office, a pink slip of paper clutched in his hand.
>His “appointment” with the principal had ended right as third period let out, so the halls were flooded with students.
>”Brad!” A voice called out as a purple girl ran up to him.
>”Brad! What’s wrong? What happened in the classroom? What’s that in your hand?”
“Nothing’s wrong, Twi,” he said, “Celestia suspended me for a week.”
>”What?! Just a week?”
“I’m as surprised as you are.”
>”She must be too busy with the press to worry about you.”
“Busy with the press?”
>”That fiasco at the prom last night. You didn’t read the papers?”
“Sort of.”
>”There were four rapes last night! FOUR! Derpy, Applebloom, Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo! It was awful!”
>Brad shook his hand nervously. 
“Yeah, that’s horrible! Who would do such a thing?”
>”Whoever it is, they should suffer for that. I mean, raping Derpy is bad enough, but then he goes and rapes three middle schoolers? They were there to have fun with their sisters! Not to have their lives ruined!”
“It’s pretty sad, that’s for sure. Twi, I gotta leave the premises apparently, I’ll meet you at the ice cream shop after school’s out, alright?”
>”Alright Brad, hope this suspension isn’t too bad.” Another peck on the cheek.
>Brad left the grounds and walked out to the parking lot.
>Brad walked out to his car and threw his stuff in the back seat. He walked to the driver’s seat and turned on the radio. 
>Little Girls started playing. Brad quickly switched the station.
>Rape Me 
>Brad turned off the radio. Not even the radio would let him forget that night. He started his car and drove off the grounds. He started to drive home, but he decided to go to Shimmer’s house.
>Brad took note of every feature, every possible entrance.
“Even with her window wide open, her whore pussy is probably wider.” Brad laughed to himself.
>He even rummaged through her garbage and found a fresh pair of panties, orange and drenched with Shimmer’s prom queen coat of arms.
>Brad stuffed them into his pocket.
“I take it back Shimmer, my payback won’t be today. I’ll give you a three-day reprieve.”
>Brad sped off to the ice cream shop. Today will be his day off. His last day of sanity.
>Later that night Brad was lying in bed. He couldn’t get the images out of his head for the second night in a row. He saw flashes of Derpy’s tear-covered face, her body quivering under his hands as she reached her orgasm. The same thoughts of the three middle-schoolers invaded his dreams too.
>There was no way to reverse what had been done. Only one thing could calm Brad’s conscious.
>Brad realized there was only one way to put his images to rest. He would have to get his revenge on Shimmer. 
>Brad cracked a wide smile. He still felt remorse for Derpy’s rape, but he began to realize something.
>Rape was a tool; Shimmer used it to break Derpy’s spirit and steal the middle-schooler’s virginity. Rape was not a crime, it was merely a vector. 
>Brad wanted to destroy Shimmer; he wanted to see her snap in two.
“Rape is only a vector,” Brad repeated to himself, and he pulled out Shimmer’s panties
>He inhaled deeply, and began to masturbate.
>He masturbated repeatedly all night, becoming trained to Shimmer’s smell, aroused at the faintest particle.
>He pictured holding Shimmer down, fucking her as half of Shimmer hung out the window.
>He imagined strapping Shimmer to a chair and throat-fucking her, cumming in her mouth and eye.
>The next morning, he tested his training. He placed the panties on his bed and left the room. 
>He went and had breakfast as usual, his morning exercises and such, before returning to his room.
>There he inhaled the sweet smell of Shimmer’s jacket. His cock grew hard in seconds.
“Perfect,” he said.

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