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While she initially resists, kicking and screaming as the infamous illusionist's loyal assistants force her up onstage while the scores of girls comprising the crowd from which she's been singled out for compulsory participation in the show's lethal finale act taunt her mercilessly while cheering in eager anticipation of the spectacle she's about to become the object of, it doesn't take Cadance particularly long subsequent to her initial reaction of horrified shock to realize that her friends won't be here to save her this time, and that as such, this truly is the end of her line. She furthermore realizes that while she could reasonably blame her imminent killer and her horde of brainwashed fans, or even her own comrades for encouraging her to volunteer for this endeavor while assuring her that the odds of this outcome were hundreds to one, her own choices above all other factors played the prime part in getting her into this fix, that which will finally be seeing the sun have its sexy way with her once and for all.

Being one of Twilight Sparkle's longest-known and closest friends and likewise one of the righteously ruthless beach queenpin's most active allies in her girl gang's increasingly deadly feud against Sunset Shimmer, Trixie, the Dazzlings and the other cruel temptresses affiliated with them, Cadance should have realized that she was a poor fit for the mission of spying on Trixie's latest show due to her high public profile as one of Twilight's major girlfriends, and upon her selection among all of the countless other women in the crowd to have the "honor" of sunbathing with the magical mistress's special signature brand of lotion, she was quick to deduce that her thusly-sealed fate was no randomly-determined matter of bad luck; Trixie was onto her, and now she would be paying with her life for the mistake of showing herself here.

"Introducing now for the last time anywhere: lovely ladies, please give it up for Miss Cadance!" Trixie announces with her usual theatric energy as the "lucky" girl is brought to her, confirming this awareness on her end with her preemptive by-name identification of her latest victim-to-be. "You might recognize this soon-to-be-sunkissed stunner as a card-carrying entourage member affiliated with one Miss Twilight Sparkle, whose group would seek to put an end to yours truly as well as a number of other vital members of our society in their pursuit of undeserved dominance; for shame! Well, rest assured: those bitches will all get their beach beauty comeuppances in due time, starting right now with Cadance's turn to soak up the sun!"

"Please…" Cadance whimpers, blindly begging out of sheer survival instinct in spite of knowing full well that it's futile, "no; don't suntan me! I'm sorry for trying to spy on you; I'll leave the Equestrian beach scene forever and never associate with Twilight or any of her inner circle again, you have my word!"
"Your word, huh?" Trixie replies with a smirk, briefly feigning serious consideration. "Well, I do appreciate the offer, but methinks your word would be redundant when I've a far more decisive means of outright guaranteeing that you'll never cause trouble for me or any of my fellow beach queens ever again, while putting that voluptuous body of yours to better use than that pesky personality of yours ever managed with it, to boot!"

"RUB HER OUT!"
…So repeatedly rings out the most dominant discernible phrase to be heard among the excited crowd's various vocalizations at this time.
"Oh my goddesses…" Cadance murmurs as she watches Trixie proceed to draw up her insignia-bearing customized suntan lotion bottle, which the illusionist deliberately does in as slow and protracted a manner as possible, savoring this moment and her prey's despairing terror as she milks both for all they're worth. "This is really it; this is the end: I'm gonna sunbathe! Curse you, Trixie… and curse all you indoctrinated idiots who pay to watch this maniac lotion your fellow beach babes for entertainment! Ah, aaah…!"

With that, Trixie sets about performing her routine finale act with which she closes out her every show, while Cadance commences the final performance of her senselessly forfeited life, leaning back and spreading her legs helplessly as she is subjected to the sexiness of suntan lotion, starting with her supple breasts before spreading in due time to cover just about every visible inch of her nude body. Having nothing more of substance to say for herself and knowing that the only thing that matters for her now is leaving a beautiful corpse, the doomed woman exercises her right to remain silent for as much of the process as she can manage before inevitably breaking out into a fit of ecstatically agonized moaning, by which point the melting of her mind has progressed well-past the point where she essentially stops thinking altogether.

"…Haaah! Oooh, yeah…"
So proves to be the final actual word of any discernible sort to escape from Cadance's quivering lips, proving in turn that she no longer much minds her fate for lack of much of a remaining mind to speak of. Soon after, the busted babe slowly but surely bronzes into a beautifully brown-bodied bombshell, her blush then reaching peak intensity as she emits her shrill parting cry of consummately fatal euphoria concurrently with her ultimate asphyxiation. Trixie purposely keeps her massage effort going for upwards of an entire additional minute after Cadance is quite unambiguously finished for the sake of pleasing her crowd as well as herself before finally relenting and letting her victim slump back onto her towel as a proper sunbather.

"There you have it, girls:" Trixie announces to her adoring collective of fans, none of whom she'd have any qualms with subjecting to the exact same treatment she just gave Cadance, as she stands herself back upright to take her bow, "Cadance as she was known has disappeared forever, soundly replaced in existence by this lovely specimen of sunkissed beauty, which I'm sure will be a far more valuable public asset than she ever was; yet another troublesome tart, triumphantly tanned by Trixie! Now, if any of you run into Twilight Sparkle or any of her other gal pals in the near future, tell them that their friend enjoyed her suntan lotioning utterly and unabashedly, and that they'd do best to follow her example when their turns to hit their towels come along… any trust me: they WILL come along, one way or another!"

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Posted previously at: 2020-10-05T02:33:43 | Posted previously by: AnoneySnufftan