Rarity takes a few steps back, her face more pale than usual. “Cornflower, wait!” she cries. “You don’t have to–”

You brought this on yourself, Rarity

“And soon you won’t be one either, honey, unless you cooperate.” Sunset leans closer to Vignette, making a move as if she wanted to grab her private parts. Her mask is already creepy, but you’re pretty sure her expression underneath it is even creepier.

I'm all for clinically insane Sunset in this, lol

Suddenly, the gun goes off, turning her right eye into a bloody mess. Judging by the red and grayish mass that hits the wall behind her and slowly flows down, the back of her head is not in a great shape right now. She recoils, resting herself against the desk, piss flowing down her legs. Her hands twitch as she tries to prop herself, but without success; she drops on the desk, her hand landing on the keyboard and pressing the “F” key as her moves become more erratic and finally stop.

Holy fuck.

Your boner, however, comes to life. Vignette’s brain is all over the place, but unfortunately, your dick doesn’t seem to mind, only noticing the fact that she’s lying on the desk, her ass in a miniskirt facing you. You unzip your pants and lift Vignette’s skirt.

I'm sorry WHAT?!

her hand landing on the keyboard and pressing the “F” key as her moves become more erratic and finally stop.

F in the chat bois

“What the hell?” Vignette looks at the gun and then stares down the barrel, furrowing her eyebrows.

Silly Vignette, everyone knows you don't look in the barrel

Your boner, however, comes to life. Vignette’s brain is all over the place, but unfortunately, your dick doesn’t seem to mind, only noticing the fact that she’s lying on the desk, her ass in a miniskirt facing you. You unzip your pants and lift Vignette’s skirt.

My honest reaction to this information:
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