Author's Notes:

This chapter contains mature content and semi to non-consensual sexual activity. If you do not wish to read about it, please skip ahead now.

Sugarcoat stretched and turned off her laptop. She had been on it for most of the day, looking up information about Ebony Wings and her family. Any abnormalities at all were jotted down in her notebook.

Not that there were very many. All the sources seemed to say the same thing: That Ebony Wings was a hugely acclaimed actress who had surfaced about twenty years ago and had quickly risen to the top, thanks to her fantastic acting skills. She could play any character, adapt to any role given to her with absolute perfection. She had also been selected as the year’s top model, even before the year’s end, and was also somewhat prominent in the video games industry.

This was the profile of someone who had it made. Someone whom, by the sweat of their brow and the strength of their arms, had earned their way to the top and didn’t have any intention of coming back down.

Sugarcoat looked at her notebook and squinted. There, outlined in her loopy, neat handwriting, was the word ‘Origins?’. There were very few sources that seemed to list just where Ebony Wings had come from. She had found one that said Ebony was from Romarenia, but that was it. There wasn’t even anything on how old she was. There was actually far more information on Ebony Wings’ late husband than there was on her, but that wasn’t what Sugarcoat was looking for.

“She looks surprisingly good for someone who’s been in the industry for twenty years and had two children…” Sugarcoat stewed. She knew that many actors let themselves slip after they hit the big time, succumbing to drugs and alcohol or other things. Not Ebony Wings. She was as straight edge as it got when it came to actors, it seemed.

But if all this was true, what had been all that which Sugarcoat and her friends had seen at Ebony’s home? A shooting range? Some kind of glowing-eyed creature in the attic?

There was more to Ebony Wings and her family and coupled with her mysterious background, they were obviously hiding something, whether they were witches or not.

The changing room incident where Silver Rose had ripped the door off its hinges was still fresh on the girl’s mind. No normal schoolgirl would be able to do that just like that. And then there was the time during PE where she leapt over Sunny’s head. Silver had done things no normal human could do. Whatever it is they all were, Sugarcoat was going to find out, whether it took her months or years.

“Ugh…” She took off her glasses and massaged the bridge of her nose. In the end, none of the information she dug up could prove that Ebony Wings was any kind of witch. “What a waste of a day.”

They Shadowbolts had taken a break from spying on the Wings’ Estate for the last two days, with Sugarcoat deciding to look online for answers instead. Sour Sweet had gone to the library to find anything she could about witches, while Sunny and Lemon Zest decided to slack off.

So much for wanting to know the truth…

Sugarcoat figured Sunny was likely sprawled on her bed right now, masturbating her eyes out. Something had really happened to her friend, whether it was a spell or not. This wasn’t normal.

Drinking down the last of her coffee, Sugarcoat packed her things and left Sugarcube Corner, deciding it was time to head home for a nice long shower. It was close to nine in the night now and she wanted to get home before it got too late.

Indigo Zap was due to return from Docklin in two days, and Sugarcoat had to fill her in on what they’d been up to. She knew Indigo was a huge fan of Ebony Wings, so she likely wasn’t going to take any of this witch business lightly.

Whatever the case was, at least they would have one more able body to help out in their investigation.

Sugarcoat walked over to the nearby parking lot where she had left her motorcycle. Overhead, an owl hooted. It sounded like laughter, which reminded Sugarcoat that she had wanted to look into Canterlot’s owl population and why they didn’t hoot like owls from other parts of the world.

As she was setting her things into the boot of her motorbike, a slight sound caught her attention, almost like a gust of wind, but it came from behind a row of parked cars on her left. The white haired girl stopped what she was doing and scanned the shadows behind the cars, trying to spot anything out of the ordinary, but there was nothing to see. Perhaps it was late and her mind was just playing tricks on her. Sugarcoat shrugged and closed the lid, then put on her helmet and started up her bike.

She was home alone this week, as her parents had decided to go help her older sister move into a new apartment in Chicoltgo, and her younger sister, Gilded Lily, had gone to a stayover at one of her friend’s houses. Sugarcoat didn’t mind. In fact, it was quieter without her younger sister bickering in her ear all the time.

The streets were emptier than usual, which was surprising at this hour. It looked as though it was already past midnight, though it was now only five minutes past nine.

As it was, it took Sugarcoat less time than usual to get home. Even the traffic lights seemed to be in her favor.

The streets were silent when she powered down her bike, her shoes clapping against her sandstone walkway as she headed for her front door. It was a strange quietness, almost eerie, but Sugarcoat prided herself on fearing nothing. The sound of silence wasn’t going to change that.

And then there it was again, the sound like a rush of wind, this time, behind some of the bushes by her lawn and her neighbor’s. Sugarcoat narrowed her eyes, looking for any signs of movement behind it, but still, there was nothing.

“Hmmm…” But she chose to ignore it again, going into her house and locking the door behind her. Perhaps it was just one of those pesky owls. A hoot of laughter outside seemed to confirm her suspicions and she went upstairs to her room. After grabbing a fresh set of pajamas, consisting of an orange and shirt and white shorts, Sugarcoat proceeded into the shower and enjoyed herself as cold water poured down against her face, beating the summer heat out of her and refreshing her all over.

This whole Silver Rose casting magic on Sunny incident was making this summer more unbearable. She knew for sure something was amiss, but as to what it was, she didn’t quite know for certain. She remembered the green eyes and the claws from the estate last week. They had all seen it. Witches were known to keep beasts. Could that have one?

There were so many questions in Sugarcoat’s head, but so few answers. They needed to see more, but after what had happened that day, they didn’t dare risk flying so close again. They’d kept to the estate perimeter, using the zoom in function to try and find what they could. Unfortunately, there was nothing else to see since.

“That Silver Rose…” Sugarcoat left the shower and toweled herself down. “Just what is she hiding? Is she really a friend?”

Once she had washed up and changed into her pajamas, Sugarcoat sat herself on her bed and messaged the others, wanting to know if they’d found anything.

Obviously, Lemon and Sunny turned up no results, seeing as they did nothing to help today. Sunny Flare had also claimed she didn’t masturbate today, but Sugarcoat knew better. She could almost imagine her fellow Shadowbolt squealing with pleasure as she drilled her fingers into herself.

She shook her head. She still couldn’t quite believe Sunny had become so spellbinded that she wasn’t afraid to touch herself in public.

“I mean, who would do that?” Sugarcoat mumbled to herself. “If anyone were to find out, oh, Principal Cinch isn’t going to like it one bit.”

More messages popped in and Sugarcoat was excited to see they belonged to Sour Sweet. But her excitement soon turned dour as she read that her friend had come up with nothing from her time in the library.

“Just great. What are you hiding, Ebony Wings?” Sugarcoat grumbled.

She was upset enough at today’s findings that she decided to call it a night. Flicking her lights off, Sugarcoat lay in bed, grumbling herself to sleep.

Sugarcoat was walking in a maze of alleys at night. She felt ill at ease; all the passageways looked the same and she couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was following her. Sugarcoat glanced behind her, into the shadowy alleyway that she had just come from. She broke into a light jog, moving a little faster. A light creaking sound made itself known from the alley to her right.

A pressure was building up in Sugarcoat’s legs, making it hard to move fast. It was as if there was a concrete block attached to each thigh, and it became a struggle to even sprint. The creaking noise came again, and Sugarcoat turned around, seeing a black blur of something. Her upper arm stung, and then she woke up.

The girl’s face was caked in sweat and she felt as though she had really been running for her life. Her legs ached and her breathing was heavy.

Just a dream, Sugarcoat. You fear nothing, remember? It’s just a dream…

It was illogical for her to be afraid of something that couldn’t even harm her. With a yawn, she got up and put her glasses on her face. She needed a drink of water.

Sugarcoat slid out of bed and into her slippers. She went downstairs, poured herself a glass of water from the tap, and drank it down. Savoring the feeling of the water slipping down her throat, she sighed.

Sugarcoat then went back upstairs to her room, rubbing her arm. It had hurt in the dream, as if someone had poked her with a pin. Dreams were such weird things, with the brain sometimes believing what was happening there was actually happening in real life, making the body feel things which didn’t actually happen.

She got into bed again, then did a double take. The bathroom door was open. She thought for sure she had closed it after her shower, but Sugarcoat wrote that off as a trick her mind was playing on her.

Getting back up again, she walked over to the bathroom door, closing it. At least, she tried to close it. Something on the other side was keeping it from shutting completely. Thinking it to be a fallen towel or a wayward piece of laundry, Sugarcoat opened the door and looked inside.

“Hi there!”

A pair of blue eyes jumped out at Sugarcoat, who yelped and leapt backwards. There was a person in her bathroom. A person in a hoodie and jeans, now standing over her, looking down at her with those seemingly glowing blue eyes.

Shaking off her shock, Sugarcoat put on a frown and said, “Just what do you think you’re doing here? How did you get in? You’re intruding, you scumbag. Get out now before I call the police.”

“Oh, even though I’m your greatest admirer?” the figure asked with a slur in her voice.

Sitting there long enough, Sugarcoat could see a pair of striped panties in the stranger’s hand. She had worn those today and put them with the rest of her laundry in the bathroom before her shower.

“Admirer? You broke into my house. And what do you plan on doing with those?” She pointed at the stranger’s hand. “Put that down and go. Now.” Sugarcoat’s voice irradiated with anger.

“That’s because I’ve been watching you, Sugarcoat…” The girl slinked closer, then went down on all fours and began to crawl to the Shadowbolt. “I… I kinda have an interest in you, you see… hehe… I-I think I, um… I l-love you, Sugarcoat…”

For a second, the voice seemed familiar, but then Sugarcoat’s head began to spin and she was unable to get up.

“No, I don’t even know you,” she said, trying to crawl backwards and away from her intruder. Her phone was in her room. If she could get there, this person was going to be in serious trouble. “How can you possibly be in love with me? And no thank you. I’m not even into girls.”

The strange girl did nothing to stop Sugarcoat as she went to pick up her phone. She turned it on and went to dial, but there was no signal.

“Hello? Hello!” Sugarcoat yelled into her phone, but it was a pointless action. She just couldn’t get a signal.

Just outside in a black car, Ivory Wings smiled to herself, looking at the phone jammer that Pierce Network had been keeping in his desk until her niece had stolen it. She picked up her romance novel and thumbed to the page she had left off at.

“Come on, Sugarcoat…” The girl had her cornered between her bed and bookshelf now, still inching closer and closer on all fours, like a lion stalking its prey. “I didn’t break into your house to be told no.”

“No, you stay away from me!” Sugarcoat threw her pillow at the intruder, but it did nothing to stop her advance. “Who are you?!”

“Oh, that’s right, I haven’t told you my name,” The stranger giggled. She gave Sugarcoat’s panties a sniff, then stuffed them in her pocket. “I suppose I should tell you… But then again, I don’t know… Maybe I’ll tell you if you a-agree to be my g-girlfriend? What do you say?”

“No chance! I said I’m not into girls! Get out of my house!” The Shadowbolt began flailing her arms and legs at the intruder.

Her senses were slowly growing numb and her arms and legs felt heavy, like in her dream where she had been running from an assailant. Sugarcoat fell over, her top half onto the bed and her lower onto the floor.

“Come on, Sugarcoat…” the stranger said huskily, opened her mouth to reveal a long, pink tongue and gleaming rows of teeth. “Come and let Aura show you what she can do.”

“No!” Sugarcoat shrieked. “Get away from me!”

The other girl, whose name was presumably Aura, crept closer and reached into her pocket, pulling out a pair of fuzzy pink handcuffs.

Sugarcoat’s eyes bulged at the sight of them, but for some reason, she could only wriggle in place as Aura pulled all of her up onto the bed and held her arms over her head.

“Stop. Stop! No!” She kicked, hitting the girl in the side of her head, though it did little to faze her.

The handcuffs were looped around Sugarcoat’s thin wrists and fastened to the rail at the end of her bed. She tried to pull her hands out of them, but they were stuck fast. Sugarcoat’s breasts heaved up and down as she became more and more exerted. Aura simply stared down at the Crystal Prep girl with a hunger on her face like she was staring at a delicious meal and she hadn’t eaten in days.

“I’ve been watching you for a while now, Sugarcoat,” Aura giggled. “I’ve been dreaming about this for soooo long, you have no idea! I’ve been following you for days, watching everything you do, everywhere you go...”

It dawned on Sugarcoat that this was not a person who could be reasoned or bargained with. If this Aura really had been watching her for days, without her noticing, she must be better than she let on.

“You’ve been quite busy, haven’t you?” she smirked and leaned close, her face almost touching Sugarcoat’s. “You’ve been spying on Ebony Wings, the famous actress. Now, why on earth would you be doing that, I’ve wondered?”

“It’s none of your business. Nor is any of this!” Sugarcoat struggled against the cuffs. “Let me go this instant!”

Aura licked her lips with that long, pink tongue. Then she leaned down and gave one of Sugarcoat’s thighs a lick. Sugarcoat thrashed around like a fish on a hook, kicking and screaming. Surely someone would hear her and come to the rescue?

Apparently Aura thought the same, for she took out Sugarcoat’s used panties and wadded them up, then stuffed the undergarment right into the Crystal Prep girl’s mouth.

“I figure if I ask again, you won’t answer me. But I’m sure I can get you to talk. You know, I’m pretty curious about Ebony Wings myself. I wonder how hard it would be to sneak in there. But for now, you’re all mine, Sugarcoat. I, umm, I want y-you, Sugarcoat. Right now.”

“Mmphh! Mmmmlp!” Sugarcoat wheezed.

“Now, now, Sugarcoat. It’s not polite to talk with your mouth full,” Aura said teasingly and reached for the waistband of Sugarcoat’s shorts. The Crystal Prep girl aimed a kick at Aura’s face, but she leaned out of the way. Aura tutted.

“Oh, so you want to do this the hard way? Don’t worry, I know you’ll learn to love me for this.”

Aura then took a second pair of cuffs from inside her hoodie and clamped them onto Sugarcoat’s ankles, then looped them around the end of the bed frame. The result was that Sugarcoat was all spread out on the bed, and only able to move slightly.

“Mmphh!” Sugarcoat’s eyes glared out at the other girl. Aura reached for her shorts again, this time hooking her fingers around the elastic with no resistance. With all the speed of a snail, Aura tugged the shorts down to Sugarcoat’s ankles, baring her white cotton panties to the air.

The Shadowbolt struggled, but to no avail, still unable to free herself from the handcuffs. Of all of them, there had to be a random stalker that would follow her home and do something like this. Just what were the odds?

Why couldn’t it have happened to Sunny? she thought to herself. Sunny was the one with the girlfriend problem after all. She would most certainly welcome a stalker like this, but no, the stalker had to take an interest in her. Sugarcoat didn’t even know what was so attractive about herself. She had huge glasses and terrible eyesight. What about her did the stalker want, she didn’t know.

Aura seemed to tremble with glee as she ran a finger down Sugarcoat’s slit, with only a thin layer of fabric between her and Sugarcoat’s most intimate parts.

No! Sugarcoat thought. Don’t you dare do it. Don’t you-!

Aura peeled the fabric aside and smiled at the sight below it. “My, oh my… Exactly how I pictured it to be… It’s so lovely, Sugarcoat, just like you… Can I touch it?”

“Mmmph!” Sugarcoat mumbled through the panties in her mouth. You most certainly may not!

The intruder dragged a finger around her slit, sending shivers coursing down Sugarcoat’s spine. No one had ever touched her down there before except herself and it felt so weird.

“Don’t worry. Once you have a taste of this, you’ll want me too…” Aura smiled, almost a little sheepishly. Sugarcoat could swear she recognized her intruder, but she still couldn’t pinpoint who it was.

Aura gently slid one finger into Sugarcoat’s love canal, penetrating her ever so slowly. Sugarcoat writhed and screamed through her gag, but something deep inside had awakened and she felt little tremors of pleasure jolting up from her nethers to her chest.

“Mmpph!” Sugarcoat felt Aura’s finger sliding around inside, tickling at her inner walls as it slid in and out. No! This… I don’t like this!

Aura inhaled and pushed her finger in deeper. “Enjoying it, are you? I’m glad you like it, Sugarcoat. Ohhh, how I’ve wanted to please you like this! Oh, how I want to hear your moans. I’m going to remove your gag, okay? If you try to call for help, I’ll just stuff it right back in.”

The strange girl pulled the pair of balled up panties from Sugarcoat’s mouth, who took this chance to breathe deeply, before Aura slotted a second finger into her pussy, sending a higher voltage of electricity through her body.

“Aaah!”

“Yessss, just what I wanted to hear…” Aura leaned in and kissed her on her right thigh. “So, my dear Sugarcoat, come on, you can tell me what you’ve been up to, I’m sure. All your spying on Ebony Wings… Come on, did you find a way into her home or something?”

“Nnnngh! Li-like I said… It’s… none of your business!” Sugarcoat strained against her cuffs, the fingers inside her threatening to drive her crazy.

“You’re so cute when you try to resist me…” Aura removed her fingers from her opening and began to lift Sugarcoat’s shirt up. “I love your body… It’s so amazing.”

Once her shirt was past her breasts, Aura licked her lips and crawled over to them.

“My, my… The treasures you hide under your clothes…”

Aura stopped to inhale deeply, licking her lips as she gazed down at Sugarcoat’s bosom. She was by no means the bustiest girl, but her breasts were still sizeable enough to warrant a squeeze. Aura’s hands crept over the mounds and kneaded them gently.

“Mmm…” the Shadowbolt moaned and writhed, trying to shake out of Aura’s hands, hut she couldn’t move enough to get away.

“Are you spying on Ebony because you think she’s hot?” Aura squeezed harder on her breasts. “Because I think she’s quite hot too. But, um… so are you… hehe…”

“Nnmgh, no, I told y-you, I’m not into girls…! Stop…”

“Oh, don’t worry. After I’m done, I’m sure you’ll prefer girls. After all, there are things a girl can do better, and I’m pretty sure I’ll be able to satisfy you, Sugarcoat. Hehe…”

Aura began playing with Sugarcoat’s nipples, flicking them with her fingers and occasionally pinching them hard. The Shadowbolt winced under her control, unable to do anything else but to moan and squirm.

I’m not… like this! I don’t like this! I’m not like Sunny! She kept telling herself. She was beginning to lose her mind from the various sensations across her body, but she fought and held on strong, refusing to give in. She didn’t want to give this stalker the satisfaction of winning.

“Come on, come on, I’d like to know what you found out about Ebony Wings, oh please do tell me?” Aura leaned down and bit one of her nipples playfully.

“Aaah!” Sugarcoat gasped at the sudden pain. It hurt, but it strangely felt… good. “N-Nothing. I don’t know anything!”

“Such a liar, Sugarcoat. So unlike you…” the intruder chuckled. Then she rose to her knees and began to unfasten her jeans. “I think I have something you may like. Something that’ll get you to love me too. To warm up to me, hehe…”

Sugarcoat watched with horror as she slipped out of her jeans, wearing a strange black object over her panties. It was long and it kind of resembled a cucumber.

She knew about these things enough to know just what that thing actually was. In fact, she even knew Sunny had a box of those stashed under her bed for her own personal use, though, this one Aura had was a strapon.

“No, no, don’t use that.” Sugarcoat shook her head, her eyes growing wide with fear. The size of that thing! It would split her in two.

Aura giggled and adjusted the toy against Sugarcoat’s opening. “I won’t have to if you love me back, Sugarcoat.”

“No! Please, just let me go. I don’t want this!”

For a few seconds, Aura seemed to have a look of regret and hesitation on her face. She stopped moving, keeping the dildo pressed against Sugarcoat’s trembling pussy, almost like she was considering what she was doing.

There was a faint ‘sorry’, before Aura slid the dildo into Sugarcoat’s opening.

There was a flare of pain for the white haired girl. Her insides felt as though they were being torn open, and something was making its way into her, regardless if it could fit or not.

“Aaah-Aaaaah!” she shrieked, unable to keep her eyes open as she felt Aura slide deeper and deeper inside her.

“O-Oh, you’re so tight!” Aura leaned closer. “It’s your first time, Sugarcoat dear? I’m honored to be the one to have it, because, uh, yeah, because I-I lo-love you, hehe…”

Blood flowed from Sugarcoat’s womanhood, but that didn’t stop Aura from going back and thrusting into her again.

“Mmmaaah!” Sugarcoat moaned from the pain, almost like her mind was going blank. The pain was starting to feel good. She had never felt such pleasure in her life, not even when Sunny showed her that folder of porn she had on her computer.

“Oooh, yesss, I feel it…” Aura bit her bottom lip as she thrusted in and out of the Shadowbolt. “You like this, don’t you? I’m so glad. I’m so glad I get to be the one to please you, Sugarcoat!”

“Nngh, aah, aaah aahh…” Sugarcoat couldn’t stifle her voice as Aura continued to ram the strapon in and out of her pussy. She almost couldn’t think of anything else now. The only things on her mind were how it could fit inside her and how this could feel so good.

“Oh, I love you, Sugarcoat. I love you, um… so much! Yes…” Aura hugged her arms around the girl’s back as she let her hips do their work. “Come, I’m sure you can tell me now… Did you learn something about Ebony Wings? Come on, you can share it with me, can’t you?”

Sugarcoat didn’t respond at first, but with a particularly big thrust, she gasped and answered, “We think… aaah aahh mmggh… She might be… aahhh, a witch…! Aaaah aahhh, haaah…”

“A witch, you are making this up aren’t you?” Aura unfastened the cuffs around Sugarcoat’s legs and lifted them up beside her head to get into a better position. “What makes you say that.”

“She, haaah aaah… Her daughter cast some spell, aaah, on one of my friends…! Ohhh! I’m sure, aaah, of it…!”

Sugarcoat couldn’t help it anymore. She was actually enjoying it, the strapon inside her vagina, the sensation of Aura’s fingers gliding over her breasts. She wanted to have more.

“Oh my… A witch. I didn’t think she would be… Thank you for telling me, my sweet Sugarcoat…” Aura suddenly pulled the dildo out from Sugarcoat’s pussy, the shaft coated in the girl’s glistening fluids. “I think I should go. You’ve done so so well, Sugarcoat. I’m glad I got to do this to you, my, umm, one true l-love. Yeah. That.”

Sugarcoat heaved and panted from the ordeal, but she shook her head and wrapped her legs around Aura’s waist. “W-Wait, n-no… Not yet… Please, some more…”

“Not done with me, hmm?” The strange girl smirked and looked down between Sugarcoat’s legs. “Very well, I will love you all night long, then.”

The Shadowbolt gasped excitedly as the strapon reentered her.

Aura threw the slimey strapon dildo into a canvas bag before hopping into the car herself, pulling her hood down and rearranging her green hair.

“All settled?” Ivory Wings turned back from the driver’s seat with a smile.

“Yeah. They don’t know anything about us,” Aura chuckled. “They think we’re witches because Sunny Flare can’t stop thinking about me. She thinks I, I mean, Silver Rose cast a spell on her.”

“Psssh, of course…” Ivory waved a hand. “Good work, sweetie. You did well, from what I could hear. You really enjoyed yourself, didn’t you?”

Aura’s blue cheeks flashed a bright red and she looked down at her knees. “Uh, umm… n-no… May-maybe just a little…?” She ended with a sheepish smile.

“You did break character a few times, with your stuttering and all. Thankfully with that aphrodisiac concoction I put in that needle for you, the girl won’t remember a thing. Otherwise, they might’ve actually found out it was you.”

“S-Sorry, Aunt Ivory…” Aura twiddled her fingers. “It-it’s just weird… Having to say such things. A-And well, I did kinda feel bad about doing all this. Sugarcoat’s my friend.”

“Silver Rose’s friend.”

“R-Right. That. So to hurt her like I did… I don’t know… It makes me feel weird.”

“Well, look at it this way. They may have been onto us. They can never find out what we really are. For the sake of us all, including your mother, this information had to be sliced out of her. You did well, sweetie. Just make sure to keep in character next time.”

Aura looked up at Sugarcoat’s window as the car drove off. “I hope there won’t be a next time…”

Sugarcoat woke up in her bed, feeling more sore than ever. She didn’t remember what she had dreamt about, but she did remember there had been a pretty intense dream.

“Ugh…” she rose to her bottom and scratched at her hair.

Her entire body ached and to her surprise, so did her vagina; it was throbbing with pain.

“Aaah-owww…” She rubbed at it, feeling a spark of electricity going through her body. “Mmm… ouch, what’s going on?”

She peeled her striped panties aside to have a look, but there looked to be nothing out of the ordinary there.

She looked around her bed, but everything seemed to be as she had left it, though she didn’t remember the bedsheets being orange. Perhaps she had changed it the night before, she didn’t remember.

Slowly getting to her feet, Sugarcoat staggered her way to her bathroom, sore from head to toe, and in need of a nice and refreshing shower.