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#092 | No.18280429
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>The smell of your room was unnaturally pure today
>This was thanks to you having cleaned it all just a few short hours ago
>It looked nice, unlike its usual state of utter disorder
>Only one thing felt out of place, but you couldn’t bring yourself to get rid of it
>Call it a small memento, if you will
>Besides, it was rude to get rid of old photographs
>It was nicely lit, the window being open and letting in soft rays of golden sunlight
>The beams landed in random shapes of warm heat on the prim carpet
>Outside, some cars passed by, probably busy with their own days
>You adjust a silk red tie and look yourself in the mirror
>Checking each little detail of your body, you scan for anything out of place
>Today was the big day after all
>Taking a deep breath, you run the comb through your smooth hair one last time, its romantic view into pure sensory data
>Your heart beats inside your chest at a slow pace
>Despite this, your lungs had stopped for a small moment as you swallowed hard
>A bead of sweat rolls down your back, tickling you as it rolls down
>Its taunts to be scratched went unheard
>The smell of the fresh air still permeated the room from the open window
>A faint smell of smog could be detected as a small procession of cars passed by
>The children had stopped playing by now, or at least had stopped making noise
>Oddly enough, the room which had once seemed so dreary as to be unmistakable melted away
>The dull browns were swept away by a current of purple, even though your eyes were wide in shock
>But these minute feelings became background noise as reality forced its way into your head
>Two things stood out to you in the end
>The first was Twilight’s bright eyes being lit up with fear and her mouth dropping
>You couldn’t bear to look her in the eyes for very long, same as it had been since the love of your life left you
>Second was the rope’s slightly itching texture on your exposed neck
>“See you...” She finished after a pause
“H-hello Twilight,” you reply quietly while silently cursing your stutter
>She hates that pathetic stutter of yours, remember?
>Ah, the little voice of condescension that had come out the night before she left you
>Can’t think about her right now though
>“I... do you want to talk?” She offers, repeatedly looking up at the rope
>You felt slightly violated from her staring, like a woman caught changing
>What was once just a rope had become something intimate and private for you
>This rope was fairly important, to say the least
>Staring down at her silently, you found that no words would come to your throat
>Your heart sped up
>“It’s okay, just... just please step down,” she says, taking a step forward
>Reflexively, you take a step back and hear the chair creak
>You had bought this small little chair to fix a light bulb in your room 3 years ago
>For some odd reason, you felt like the chair and you had bonded over that time
>A small joke you always told yourself was that the chair might be your best friend in the world
>It always held you up, was always there for you, didn’t care if only you talked to it, never told you not to drink...
>The joke became more like wracking sobs after that, but it would raise your feelings in passing
>But now, the chair was helping you to leave this world, like any good friend should
>Aside from Twilight, who apparently had the gall to keep you alive
>How rude
“S-stay back...” you stutter out as a whisper
>More stutters, more pathetic little annoyances
>“What? I can’t hear you from here,” she says before moving closer
“S-stay back!” you shout, momentarily losing your footing before rebalancing yourself
>She lifts her hands up diplomatically, gesturing that she would stop
>“Okay... just take it easy, alright? Don’t do anything hasty now.”
>Hasty
>Did she think this was a spur of the moment thing?
>You felt indignant to her to the point of tears
>At least, that’s how you would defend yourself in case you started crying again
>Pussy
>Both of you went quiet and she set her purse down on your freshly cleaned counter
>The detached part of your mind hoped she wouldn’t dirty it
>Like she gives a fuck about your pathetic obsession with a clean counter
“S-shut up, okay?” you say, to both the voice and Twilight
>Hearing the words come out felt surreal
>Why were you being so mean to Twilight?
>Wasn’t she a friend of yours?
>A friend doesn’t tell you that when the love of your life leaves you that she was “sorry”
>Who cares if you shut her out after that?
>The messages stopped coming after I didn’t answer any for the first week
>You hated Twilight, but also didn’t
>“I don’t need to talk, I can just listen if you want to,” she offers, fear still clear on her face
>Why was she feeling fear?
>Not like she was the one about to kill herself
>Maybe she was scared of having to deal with everything after you die
>No way Twilight would actually grieve us, right?
>Stop talking to yourself, stop it
>She keeps staring at you with those big, watery eyes
>In fact, they were so watery you felt your eyes might get watery too
>Something kept you from looking her directly in the eyes though
>The light that radiated in Twilight's eyes, resembled the light in the love of your life's eyes
>You squeeze your lip and clench your teeth tight to avoid crying in front of her
>Crying wasn’t going to save you
>Drinking didn’t, so why would crying?
>“Please, just... just get down from there and we can talk... alright?” She held out her hand
>At first, you pull away from the hand
>Had Twilight hurt you?
>Recoiling away was just another sign of cowardice
>You weren’t a coward anymore, you were going to do something
>Her hand is still there
>The ball was rolling, no more hiding and weeping
>Still waiting there, ready for you when you were
>No more fear, no more sadness
>No more anything
>“Please...” she pleads with you
>Those eyes stare you down and tell you, no, beg you to come down
>It was too high up here, you suddenly felt very dizzy
>You squeeze your lips together, hoping it will keep the tears at bay a little longer
>Crying in front of a girl over something as pathetic as this was just too much
>Slipping the noose from your neck you take Twilight’s hand as she guides you to the couch
>Taking a seat, you vacantly stare forward, regretting every second your heart still beat
>“I’ll go... make us some tea,” she awkwardly offers
>Despite saying this, she stood in front of you for a few seconds more before placing a hand on your shoulder
>“It’s alright... everything’s alright now,” she says, rubbing your shoulder
>The world was silent, even though you’d heard Twilight’s words clearly
>Those splotches of sunlight looked more grey than gold now, same with everything else
>Everything but Twilight and her eyes of course
>When she stepped past you to the kitchen side of the room, the world was encased in grey
>A thought sprang into your mind
>What if this was all it would be from now on?
>Just grey infinity with Twilight always being just close enough to be reminded she existed
>Not that you would even want her and her psychological bullshit
>Stepping down was a trick
>She was probably mocking you even now
>Twilight steps back into your view, making you look up to her eyes
>“You, uh, don’t have any drinks. Or anything in your fridge, for that matter.” she reminds you, rubbing her arm nervously
“I d-donated it all last night since I w-wouldn’t... wouldn’t...”
>You try to tell her but find something catching in your throat
>“It’s okay, just breathe, relax...” she told you, quickly taking a seat next to you
>You follow the instructions, even if you did find them stupid
>Taking several slow breaths, you find yourself starting to shudder and a deep frown comes over your face
>God dammit, not now, you can’t start crying again now
>She already saw you about to off yourself, and now you want to cry too?
>“It’s alright, let it out...” she coos, as she starts to rub your back
>Angrily, you slam a balled up fist onto your left thigh, making the spot sing in pain
>Her hand leaps away from you in fear
“It’s NOT okay!” you growl at her through grit teeth
>A snarl comes over you, ready to begin shouting at her, letting out all of your anger
>Maybe even hit her for daring to stop you
>But that all melts away when you see her face
>Your anger tries to resist and show itself regardless of the tears welling up in her eyes
“Y-you keep feeding me t-this bullshit— and... and I’m...” you try to tell her before you start crying too
>Fucking tears
>Fucking apartment
>Fuck everything and anything
“I’m s-sorry, Twilight, I just—” you try to respond between sobs
>“It’s okay, I know you’re hurt and you want to lash out,” she tells you
>Why did she have to be so nice?
>Back when it was just this apartment and that street, everything was dark
>Killing yourself in that world was a no-brainer
>But now Twilight was here and you were just a huge fuck up like always
>“Just know that I’m here for you, alright?” she says placing a hand back onto your shoulder
>You look back at her and for the first time since she opened the door, you see her smile
>Something tells you to run away
>Another thing tells you to never move again
>Twilight then pulls you into an awkward hug on the couch
>She was wearing a nice t-shirt, so you felt bad about getting tears on it
>The hug felt warm, warmer than the sunbeams on the carpet even
>As she held you, you felt the world regain its color
>For as long as Twilight was here for you would be alright
>Twilight softly shushes into your ear and gently rocks back
>You pull away after a while, wiping away the tears and even managing a smile
“Twilight, i-if you hadn’t—” you start to say in a whisper
>“You don’t need to tell me. Just... promise me something, okay?” she says, placing a hand over yours
>You look into her eyes as the smile becomes replaced with a serious look
“Anything,” you say, unafraid of what she might ask
>“Promise not to scare me like that ever again... okay?” she says, smiling again
>Even though she was smiling, tears started to rise in her eyes again
“I won’t i-if you do something for me,” you say, placing a hand over hers
>“What is it?”
“Stay with me for a little while longer?” you say, starting to choke up again
>“Of course I will,” she says, bringing you into another embrace
>She holds you in a hug for what feels like an eternity
>The rope swings lazily above both of your head all the while, having lost its dark appearance
>You close your eyes and just listen to the world going by
>Had you ended it all, this wouldn't have happened, and no voice could say that it was a good idea now
>So, just as one girl leaving brought them in, the voices left as someone else came in
>All of your problems were still there
>Killing yourself wouldn’t have solved your problems, just escaped them
>Pushed them onto people like Twilight
>But at least now there was someone who cared about you, even if it would only be this one moment
>After all, what more could you ask for?


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#091 | No.18239971
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>You smile lightly as you drape your coat over the hanger
>She fidgets about and presses her frail little forearms against her swollen breasts as she waits uneasily for your answer
"Why would I mind? Of course!"
>Expelling a relieved sigh, she drops her arms to her side, revealing her pert nipples protruding through the thin cotton fabric of her sleeveless shirt
>“Oh. thank you so much, Anon.”
"Meet me upstairs in about five minutes."
>You watch her trail up the winding staircase as fast as her legs can accelerate her, dipping down and catching a glimpse up her skirt as she makes her way
>The instant the show is out of sight, you look to your watch and make note of the time
>1:17... her folks won't be home for at least a few hours
>After rejoicing with a clap of your hands, you creep your way over to the bathroom to freshen up
>Slipping out of your clothes as quickly as possible, you try to give yourself a quick pat down with a damp rag
>Right as you’re drying off you hear her calling
>“Anon, where are you?”
>With that out of the way, you pop out of the bathroom and announce your presence
"I’m coming, Shy."
>“Hurry! Please?” you hear a slight groan of discomfort in her voice as you bolt up the stairs
>By the time you make it up to her room standing you see her standing in the middle of it motioning for you to go the bed in an uncharacteristic fit of impatience
>“Where have you been? Come here!”
>With that, you pop a seat on the bed and she follows suit by sitting on your lap facing you, her legs thrown over your hips
>She plants her hand on the base of her shirt and pulls it up. It gets stuck on the relative snugness of her tender bosom, larger than before she had started nursing but not disproportionately so
>You slid your thumbs underneath her shirt. She bits her lip as the both of you liberate her boobs from their tight prison, before casting the dislodged article off to the side
>She lets out another relieved sigh. You give her another light smile before planting your lips in the center of her chest and playfully motorboating her, admiring the firmness.
>Normally this would elicit a cute giggle from her but today they’re really full
>“Come on, already. They’re sore!”
"Alright, alright."
>With that you take to her right breast, enveloping that adorable, stiff, little nipple of hers in your lips and sucking
>She looks down at you, biting her lip again. Her breasts seem to be a little backed up. They would normally be flowing like a faucet
>She acknowledges this and takes her sore boob from underneath, squeezing on it lightly in hopes of hastening the release
>After a few seconds of nothing she looks to you for aid
>“Could you... help me?”
>You pause your sucking for the short seconds you cup your hand around hers, resuming your sucking the instant you issue a firm squeeze.
>With that, the floodgates open and your palate is surged over with a mouthful of sweet though otherwise indescribable liquid gold
>She lets out a cute little yelp on the moment of release before lightly panting for a few seconds while you continue your work on her
>She rolls her eyes back and takes a few rapid breaths before sighing in relief
>“Thank you, Anon,” She utters softly as she takes a hand to your head and begins stroking your hair
>Of course, you’re happy to help but you’re too preoccupied trying to guzzle her milk to tell her that right now
>“And the other one?”
>You nod softly, pulling her suckling breast around by the nipple with the motion of your nodding head in the process and articulate the only vocal response possible right now
"Mhmm!"
>While you’re determined not to let a drop from your current project go to waste, you begin multitasking by planting a hand on her belly
>Gradually sliding it up her body, you admire every last trace of her satin-like skin gliding smoothly against your palm as it slowly makes its way to the bottom of her other breast.
>With the tip of your index finger leading the way, you slide your palm across her mound and begin kneading it gently.
>She moans ever so softly as she rolls her eyes back a second time and bites her lip once more
>Sliding your other hand southward, you slip it underneath the band of her skirt and rest a finger outside on the outside of her panties, feeling a wet spot. She is enjoying her nipple play a great deal today it seems. Granted, she enjoys nursing every day just as do you but today is a little more urgent than normal
>She gasps and looks down at you in surprise the second your finger makes its soft contact with the dampness
>You begin caressing her lips with in a very tender fashion and in seconds you can feel them swelling up and dampening further under the touch of your fingertips, though your not quite looking to do a total raid on that sweet little honey pot of hers just yet. Soon, but not yet
>Instead, you pull the cloth to the side and run your index and middle finger gently along the length of her flower before removing your digits from her velvety smooth slit and letting her underwear fall back in place
>Before retiring your hand out from underneath her skirt, you rest your fingers on the epicenter of wetness of her panties and gently caress her supple lips through the fabric in a soft and affectionate manor a second time.
>Despite the physical discomfort her breasts are causing her right now, she still responds with a pleasurable and soft moan
>While still petting her, you look up to her face and pucker your lips before glazing them with your tongue as if to say “I’ll come back there later, honey. You’d know I’d never leave you empty-handed.”
>In response, she gives a slight nod, acknowledging the nonverbal communication had been exchanged. With that, you finally retract your hand from under her skirt and take it to her untrained breast
>Your hand had ventured just deep enough to get your fingers slightly lathered up in her juice, just the right amount for you to dab some wetness on her nipple
>Taking action upon just that, you begin squeezing and pulling on it with your fingers just as she takes her free hand and begins massaging the doughy skin surrounding it
>Draining and drinking the last few drops off of righty, you pull of it and take a deep breath before blowing cold air on her cum coated left nipple
>The both of you hold still for a moment, watching as it and hardens, looking like a little pink smooth stone.
>Fluttershy, using the hand that had been caressing you this whole time, pushes your head toward her unnursed breast, clearly wanting it to be relieved ASAP
>You waste no time unleashing on it, forming a tight valve around it with your mouth
>This one was a lot more co-operable; you feel the load of her mammary gland flooding your mouth almost instantly. The milk flows fast but not faster than you can slurp it
>Her letting out another short cute little moan only provokes you further as you begin suckling on her nipple hungrily like a dehydrating infant, nibbling and rolling it around with your tongue
>She wraps her legs around you tightly and begins massaging her tit to hasten the draining
>In a matter of minutes, you have her fully emptied
>With the job done, you pull off of her and look up to see her brushing her hair out of her face
>She lets out a relieved sigh, “Much better...”
>She closes her eyes and smiles for the first time in the after noon, arching her back and slowly swaying her perky boobies from side to side
>With such an inviting pose, you cant help but to bury your face deep into her cleavage again.
>Now that she has nursed, they feel a lot softer. her mood has elevated no doubt as She wraps her arms around your head and pulls you into her with all the strength her frail little muscles can produce
>She swings her torso to and fro. Her breasts slap you playfully as she lets out that cute giggle you were wanting to hear when you had first attempting this several minutes ago
>After their jiggling ceases, you roll your head up and look into her cyan eyes
>Unwrapping her limbs’ holds on you, she slides down and locks lips. Her tongue permeates across the threshold of your mouth gently before you follow suit and return the gesture to her
>Though you have a surprise for her as you had saved a cheekful of her milk.
>Catching her off guard, you snowball it into her mouth.
>“Hmm!?” she voices with a muffle, as your lips are still locked
>After a second she realizes what it is and snowballs it back to you
>The both of you take a minute to trade saliva, milk and tongue contact, exchanging the load back and forth playfully
>By the time you break lip contact, the milk has been so diluted by either of you, its taste is nearly gone
>The both of you break and down it just before she rests her hands on your cheeks and grazes them with her thumbs
>“Mmm... I like your tongue, Nonny.”
>You smile deviously as you bring your face back down south to her bosom, cup your mouth around her teat and let your mischievous mouth muscle fondle with her nipple friskily once again, prompting her coo in delight
>“Ooooh... actually, I think *love* your tongue”
>While spending the rest of your day suckling on her isn’t a bad idea, there is fun to be had elsewhere and thus your eyes venture even further south
"What say we get you out of that skirt?"
>“Okay...” she mutters before standing up and repositioning herself near a chair a few feet away
>Between her increasing arousal and being in the company of you, somebody she knows, adores and trusts, a much more playful, flirtatious and frisky side of her begins to emerge from its veiled crypt of being shrouded beneath her normal timid and bashful demeanor
>Illustrating this, she plants a foot on the seat of the chair while still standing and glides her hands over the hem of her skirt, down her thigh, across her knee and to the top of her shoes, giving you a rather photo-worthy dominatrix-like pose
>“...Give me one little second to get out of these” she says as her slender fingers rest at the top of her left shin and grip the pink polka dotted leggings. With a good tug she pulls the slack out and up, bringing the legging all the way up to about 6 inches from her groin, releasing the elastic suspending it and letting it rest
>Despite having been stuffed in her shoe all day, the legging has retained its nylon elasticity as it clings quite snugly to her limbs. The silhouetted figure of her long, sleek, sexy legs remains visible and free from obscurity
“Huh, I didn’t know those leggings were thigh high,” you say to yourself as she alternates raised legs and issues the same treatment to the her other limb
>With the leggings untucked and out, her footwear fits far looser and she is effortlessly able to kick them off and cast them aside
>You slip out of your shirt and pants and continue watching in anticipation as she undoes her skirt and drops it to her ankles in the slowest way possible, almost as if she’s trying to act extra seductive
>With you naked and her reduced to just her underwear and leggings, your eyes go south and land on that wet spot on her panties, now having gotten to be quite pronounced
>She takes a second before looking down too, realizing that was the focus of your gaze
>Looking back up at you she bites her lip and suppresses a giggle before blushing, smiling shyly and sitting herself on the very edge of the chair
>Resting her fingers on the elastic bands of her leggings a second time she prepares to shed them, but before she can, you cut in
"Leave ‘em on."
>“Hmm?”
"Those can stay on."
>“Oh. Do you like my legwear?” she says in a very flirty voice as she opens her legs nice and wide and takes to gliding her fingers up and down the nylon fabric fitted tightly against her
>You emerge from your seat on the bed only to drop down to your knees directly in front of her, position your shoulders between her knees and begin stroking the nylon softly (I have a leg fetish, big whoop)
>“Hehe, alright. They can stay on,” she says as you knead her supple skin
"Did I ever tell you how much I love your thighs?"
>“All the time,” she says while still holding that shy smile.
"Really? All the time? Hmm, maybe I do."
>Enjoying the lighthearted banter, you elect to tease her a bit before moving forward
>With no warning, you spring forward and plant quick little kiss on her panties’ wet spot, becoming increasingly soaked, before retracting yourself to resting between her legs only with the distance between her nethers and your face tremendously reduced
"Or maybe I don’t."
>With a subtle twitch of her fingers, you can tell that stirred a bit of impatience
>Opting to build more upon that, you continue teasing her by raising her leg and throwing her knee behind your back. With her thigh resting atop your shoulder, you nuzzle your cheek in the inside of it aggressively, only stopping to say something...
"I can’t remember..."
>She still remains quiet, however you indicate that you’re fueling her desire by her fixated and anticipated gaze she has locked on you, her breathing becoming heavier as well as that wet spot expanding further in the slightest way noticeable
>Wanting to see just how much you can build this up before she hits a boiling point, you go in for her concealed flower a second time. This time around, you make your approach by dragging your cheek across her inner thigh slowly and leisurely, opening your mouth and protracting your tongue in an equally bit-by-bit fashion
>You can tell your teasing arouses her further as she breathes even heavier in anticipation, licks her lips and softly rests her hands atop your head as if to welcome your approach
>Finally making contact, you rest your mouth atop her swollen vulva and pause for a moment to look up into her eyes to see her anticipation becoming deeper. However, rather that finally giving in and reward her for waiting patiently, you instead tease her even further, planting another lighting fast smooch on her genitalia before retreating back
>You laugh mischievously as you half expect her to give up on you at this point, though you continue to banter anyway
There’s something I’m supposed to be doing, though I don’t know what
>With her breathing slowed and her hands still resting on you, she rolls her eyes
>“Hmm, who knows,” she says in a rather nonchalant voice
>Then with no warning at all, her hands resting on your head form a tight grip on you before she forcibly pulls your face into her sex and aggressively begins grinding her clit into your lips through the wet fabric. You have discovered her boiling point
>She holds you in place, Her hips gyrate powerfully her heavy breathing returns from seemingly nowhere
>You make a halfhearted attempt at resisting but the both of you know its for show. In response, she seizes your head in-between those squishy thighs of hers that you love so much. Doughy as they are, yet being backed by a peculiar amount of power
>You shake your head between then vigorously as you feel her soft, sensuous, smooth as a baby’s bottom flesh enveloping around you as you’re thrown around in her warmth and moisture while she continues getting herself off your face
>Upon feeling a minor trembling emanating from her core, you can tell she’s having an orgasm, albeit a lesser one. Her soft moans seem to confirm this as well
>The grip of her thighs around your head becomes even stronger as she climaxes though afterwards faltering to mere jelly.
>She gently runs her fingers through your hair and allows you to pull your face out from its spectacular entrapment. Her undergarment now so drenched from her arousal that there is practically nothing left to the imagination that cant be deferred from the thoroughly soaked fabric conforming and sticking to her skin
>“I think I’m ready to get out of these,” she says with a hint of hunger in her voice.
>With you still kneeling, She stands up, turns around and repositions that tight little ass of hers right in front of your face
>Planting her legs about a step apart, she bends over and perks her butt up before sliding off her panties in a manor slower and even more seductive than her skirt
>Watching it go from her hips to her ankles feels like it is taking an eternity
>Anon Jr. apparently agrees as he is going berserk
>But before you can entertain his needs, you best fill in that implied promise of yours.
>Don’t want to leave your lady unsatisfied
>With you still on your knees, she stands up straight and turns back around to face you, or rather, look down on you
>With her panties around her ankles, she savors the very last bit of shedding out of them by stepping out of them even one leg at a time slower then she had dropped them.
>With one leg freed, she bends her knee upward and peels the garment off her skin with one hand and raises it to her mouth to sample her own flavor
>“Mmm... it tastes good, you want some?” she says in a blunt example of how increasingly playful her antics are becoming
>You nod eagerly, still down on your knees in front of her. She lowers soaked cloth to you but then stops before you can sample for yourself
>“Oh, wait, no need. You’re about to be tasting plenty of that,” she says mischievously
>And with that tosses them off to the side to be with the countless other articles of discarded clothing strung out across the before she steps in close to you her calves together
>You plant your forehead into the gap between her legs and nuzzle into her soft thighs, expressing your adoration for them one last time before moving on
>She has a few complicated preferences over how you go down on her but eating her out the way she likes it makes her cum like nothing else so you’re happy to fulfill them either way
>Her hands rest on your cheeks again and graze you lightly again as she tilts you’re view upward
>“You ready?“
"Born ready."
>While still standing, she sets her feet apart, plants her palms on her inner thighs and caresses them/holds them separate as her legs begin to split into a spread eagle
>“Mmm. Alright, Nonny. Come and taste me” she whispers seductively as she reveals herself to you while lowering her body into a better position for you to prod her with your tongue
>As of this moment, there are three things you can’t help but take not of
>First off, she looks absolutely magnificent from down here. She looked great before but now you think your spank tank may forever be wealthy just from having that image in your head alone
>Second, your mouth is about an inch away from her flower, still dripping with arousal. Her scent is potent though quite pleasant. It sort of reminds you of lavender
>Third, she is sporting a rather mischievous smile of her own. It must be a serious turn on for her to be the dominant one in, well... anything, for a change
>Not wasting a second more to recognize and analyze, you lean in and plant a gentle, tender kiss on her velvety smooth, dripping, clean and shaven lips
>She gives another gasp, widens her eyes and drops her jaw
>You both know its just a mocking expression for show, though you still take delight to the combined picturesque view of this angle, her stunning body and that sexy expression she just made. Your spank bank is guaranteed eternal wealth
>Still leaned in, you plant another kiss only this time it is far more forceful as you go about pushing your lips into hers, brushing up against her clit vigorously and follow up with slow and well savored licks
>Her expression melts away into one expressing far more pleasure as you go to work
>She releases her hands from supporting her inner thighs and redirects them to your head. Her legs slowly begin spreading outward across the carpet, only covering an couple of inch every dozen seconds or so.
>The intention of this is to allow her sink into a full on split, which she finds the most enjoyable position for this, and to allow her to do it gradually without hurting herself
>With solid contact established, you press your tongue into her and begin feeling your way up the length of her slit, getting a good idea of her taste before your tongue makes contact with her clit
>“Mmmmmmm.”
>She emotes softly in approval as you search around her pink button
>“I get so wet when I think about you licking me,” she says in a half-whisper half-moan. Both the sentence’s content and the tone only provoke you further as you begin prodding for a sensitive spot more aggressively
>Upon you finding a spot she take positively, you feel her shudder in her hips slightly
>“That’s it, right there...” she says as her hold on your head tightens and she pulls you into her sex deeper
>You begin grinding your head around as her “mmm"'s continue.
>You feel her weight coming down on you as you are slowly taken down to further and further lying on your back with her on top of your face
>By the time your laying flat, Shy’s swollen, pink, dripping wet lips are taking up three-fourths of your vision with the remaining fourth being tied between her perky breasts and a face looking down on you lustfully
>she hovers above your face for a short moment before coming down, grinding her clit against your lips for a good thirty seconds or before returning to her position of hovering
>“You look cute down there,” she says as she takes a hand down to her slit, popping two fingers but an inch in and spreading herself open
>“Come and tonguefuck me, Anon,” she says before crashing back down on you, barely leaving you with enough time to instinctively open your mouth wide enough for your tongue to be able to penetrate her with any effective depth
>You do manage to do just that, though her spreading her legs this far apart makes her so tight its hard to even get your tongue in her. You imagine she may even be too tight for fuck her like this though you’re liable to bring it up someday
>Your tongue forcibly permeates in and out of her snug canal as she begins grinding.
>Her "mmm"'s have abruptly ceased and been replaced with seductive moans. This is her favorite position, you eating her out as she sits on your face whilst doing the splits. This is something she enjoys in utter ecstasy on any regular day of the week though between today’s intense nursing session and all the build up through foreplay that followed, she just might spill over into an obsession. Not that you object, it's hard to not to become interested in her kinky quirks yourself
>Determined to ensure your lady is satisfied, you take a hand and begin fondling her nipples, prompting her moans to become louder
>You begin stroking that sensitive spot on her clit with your other hand
>Her individual moans stop and are replaced with one long solid moan but again, it just stirs your drive to pleasure her further
>It sounds like she’s trying to say something but it’s hard for her to get it out as she’s moaning progressively hard
>“AHHHHHHa-aaaAHHH! AH! AHHH!! AHHHHHH!!! ANON! YOU’RE GONNA MAKE ME CUM!!! AHHHHHHHHH!”
>With that, you muster all your jaw strength to having your tongue penetrate into her as deep as possible. The moan is soon accompanied by a violent shaking stemming from her hips and you feel your mouth being flooded with more of her sweet juices
>as eagerly as you attempted to savor every last drop of it, this is more overflow than you can handle. Your face gets soaked and you loose quite a bit of the precious nectar to the carpet
>It tastes it quite pleasant, it sort of like rose water
>After finishing her little squirt session, her moans gradually begin dying down in to merely panting
>You could slip out from underneath her now but you don’t want to rush her. You’d rather just let her bask uninterrupted in her high until she fully comes down from it on her own terms
>So, to make the of your time while you’re down here, you begin cleaning up.
>you plant your tongue at the base of her slit and slowly drag it up the length of her flower, trying to savor both the taste and the texture of it for as long as possible.
>After finished, you waste no time before unleashing another one on her, determined to salvage as much of her delicious nectar as possible
>Her moans slowly calm down into panting. She smiles down at you with her mouth gaping slightly to permit the heavy breathing. You continue cleaning up while her respiration returns to normal
>Finally, she takes in a deep breath and exhales heavily whiling cooing softly. Past experiences have told you that means she’s finally come down so you wrap up your work down here
>After you’re done , she relocates herself to sitting on your lap, dropping down to have her face meet yours and praise you
>“Mmm! Anon, that was so hot!” she says in a bubbly voice as she merrily licks her cum off your face
"Did I do good?"
>“You did great! You always do great! You‘re amazing!” she says in between dragging her tongue all over you and occasionally returning her lips to yours
>You let her finish before the both of you stand up
>She looks down at your erect member, giggling as she recalls there is still plenty more kinky sex to be had
>“Sit down on the bed, I’ll do the work this time”
>With no reasonable objections on your part, you do just that
>With your dick ready and waiting, she climbs up on onto your lap and suspends herself just above it
>She takes your head and grinds it into her vulva, still swollen and dripping wet on the inside despite your efforts, and rattles her hips around, throwing Anon jr’s helmet violently around in the tight clench
>Pausing, she looks down at your erect member then back up to you before giving a sly little wink. With no warning at all, she drops herself and takes your length in a split second, causing the both of you to gasp
>Her warmth and softness on the inside is beautiful. You soak it in and relax while waiting on her to get started
>Just as promised, she goes fast away to work, bouncing and gyrating together in the same motion while you relax
>She wraps her arms around the back of your head, locks her lips together with yours searching for a nice tight spot for you
>Her being the good girl she is, she finds it fast though ceases her hip movement momentarily. Without losing her hold on your member, she hoists herself up and repositions her body so that your face is directly in front of her breasts again. Lastly, she flicks the long strands of her hair down so that they rest in her cleavage
>You feel her canal tightening around your now diamond hard member as her legs wrap around your waste
>Her grinding resumes
>She begins bouncing up and down on you so fast you can hear her thighs and ass slapping against your lap loudly
>She watches you clench your teeth together, knowing what that means
>Lowering her head over you, she breathes heavily on your neck as she speaks
>“Anon, are you gonna cum?” she whispers seductively
>You respond through a locked jaw
"Yeah..."
>“Do you want to cum inside me? I bet you do. Cum inside me. Cum for me,” she continues her dirty talk as her canal grows even tighter
>The slapping noise becomes twice as frequent as she begins bouncing faster and faster
>She lays down more provocations while still breathing heavily on your neck
>“I know you want to. Cum inside me. Come on baby, Cum inside me.”
>You begin panting heavily, something that you know can only fuel her hunger for your seed
>“Come on baby. Cum for me. Cum inside me! Mmmm, yeah! Cum for me, Anon! Cum for me, baby!”
>And within the blink of an eye her grinding stops and her hold on your member becomes so tight, it‘s almost is if you were in a vacuum press. Her whispers become blended with moans as she utters them to you, again with the heavy breathing on your neck
>“YES!!! Come on, Baby. Cum for me. I love you, baby! MMMM! Come on! Cum inside me! Cum for me, cum for me!”
>In the depths of her, you feel her inner lips kissing the head of your throbbing erection softly before gripping just the tip in an even tighter suction
>That’s enough to push you over the edge and apparently she is aware of this as she grabs your head and forcibly pulls you into her cleavage. Holding you there tight, swaying her body to and fro while her breasts smother you and her resting hair lightly caresses your skin
>“That’s a good boy,” she says at a now normal volume, but still seductive voice as you empty your seed into her, continuously throwing your face around in playful motorboat
>“Mmmm... I love it when you cum inside me” she utters in the same tone as you eject the last of your DNA into her
>Even though your balls are drained easily in under five seconds, the after glow seems to go on forever. Pulling your shift head up, she locks lips one you one last time for the best kiss of the day before you find your way back inside the fantastic entrapment
>With your member still buried deep inside of her and her arms still wrapped around your head, the both of you finally collapse to the mattress, You resting on top of her with your face still snug in her lady pillows and the satin she calls her hair
>You turn your head and release your mouth from its muzzle of warm, soft, doughy boobage and strands of pink silk so you can spit a sentence out
"Love ya, Shy!"
>“Hehehe... I love you too,” she exclaims in another cute giggle
>Turning your head a little more, you try to reach for her nipple with your mouth a second time but all you can do is go for a couple half-assed licks at her sensitive pink skin, as it is not quite in reach
>“I got it,” she says in a bubbly voice as she pinches it and relocates it, stuffing it in your mouth in a bit of a forceful fashion
>Immediately you return to suckling on her in a tender fashion to see if by chance you had missed some milk
>Though before you get too lost in the sensation, your mouth releases its hold on her teat
when you realize an important question
"Hey, Shy?"
>“Yeah?”
"How much time do we have before your folks get home?"
>“Umm. A lot. They’re going to be out of town all weekend.”
>If you could move you would be dancing. Though suckling on Fluttershy ain't a bad celebratory choice either
"Awesome."
>You say your word softly and let that marvelous sensation of post-sex bonding overwhelm and overtake your being as you return your mouth to sucking, nibbling and licking her adorable pink nipple.
>As you listen to her beating pulse, you feel her fingers caressing your hair and her limbs tightening their hold on you as if to say, “You’re mine, Anon! I’m never letting you go.”
>She giggles, knowing that this is just the tip of the iceberg and there is plenty more sexy antics to be enjoyed over the next few days
>“This weekend is going to be fun.”


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>A small lamp sings inside of a dull steel grey room
>Inside of the artificial looking area were two chairs and a table
>Sitting on the chairs was a man wearing a suit with a deep red tie and a young girl
>The young girl had a soft, pretty face but was smudged with small bits of ash
>Had she bothered to comb her hair, she might’ve noticed the small bit of shrapnel in it
>She was visibly shaken, yet sat with a frozen look on her face of slight confusion
>The man tapped a sharpened lead point onto the table and cleared his throat
>Over the buzz of the light in the room, it was even possible to hear it
“Please state your name,” he said mechanically
>The girl looked down at the small recording device laying on the table
>Inside the machine, she could almost make out the soft whir of two tape reels
>To anyone else, it would be normal, but to her it was almost comical to have such archaic recording devices
>Even with the absurd thought, no smile came to her face as the suited official cleared his throat again
“Please state your name. This will be easier if you cooperate.”
>“T-Twilight Sparkle,” she said with a dry throat
>The words hurt, but she found it odd that she had stuttered over something simple like her name
“Thank you. Now, do you know why we brought you here?” he asked with a calm voice
>“No. I was just in the wrecka"ge when... when...” she started to say before the tears came
>She’d been told by her mother not to hold back tears of sadness because they reminded you of the good times
>Right now she felt no happiness, not even a fading memory of that now foreign emotion
>All she knew was that she was weeping over untold number of corpses
“Miss Sparkle? Are you alright?” he asked, a hint of concern in his robotic tone
>“I’m fine. I just can’t seem to say it... o-out loud,” she replied, choking up at the last part
“That’s alright. How about I read you what we know and you see if it lines up with what you witnessed?” he offered the broken girl
>“That would be nice, thank you.”
>She put on a brief smile, not out of thankfulness but reflexive courtesy
“At 5:00 P.M., after the main festivities began for the Canterlot royal banquet, the police were given a bomb threat,” he read off of a sheet
>Twilight nodded thoughtfully as she tried to remember what she was doing then
“Guards were informed and all of the princesses were vacated from the area for their own safety.”
>Twilight tried to remember the faces of her friends from the party
>They had all had such a good time then, happy throughout the whole thing
>Why couldn’t she remember their smiles?
>Something inside of her told her not to try to remember, perhaps it was her brain’s attempt to defend itself from the memories
“Princess Luna and Princess Cadance left quickly and quitely, but Princess Celestia did not. She chose to stay and oversee the evacuation herself, despite the protests of—”
>“Shining Armor. My brother,” Twilight finally spoke up
>The story and turned to something she was there for and she decided to join in
“Your brother? We received reports that he...” the man trailed off as he looked back up to Twilight’s face
>Tears were there, but she made no motion to acknowledge them
>“H-he told me... told me too...” She tried to speak
>The man let out a sigh and ran a hand through his hair as he dropped the robotic atmosphere for a moment
“Listen, you’ve been through a lot, would you like too—”
>“No! I mean, no. Please, I need to know what happened... to my brother," she says, annunciating the last word with reverence
>A flash of the scene returned to her as the fires blazed in front of her once again
>Just as she did then, there were no screams, but wide eyed fixation on the impending doom
>No thoughts came to her until the glimmer of golden armor brought her back to reality
>Her brother blasted the flames with a fire extinguisher as a growl grew on his face
>Shining Armor snarled at the encroaching flames, daring them to touch him before forcing them back with the cool gas
>He turned to her and for a moment lost the growl and a look of terror replaced it
>A shout should’ve escaped his lips, but Twilight heard nothing over the crackle of wood
>Twilight was helpless as she watch Shining bolt over to her and lift her up on his shoulder
>She was an adult, why was he carrying her?
“Miss Sparkle? Are you alright?” a voice shook her from the nightmare
>The fire of the room snapped into the steel grey of reality
“Okay, listen, we’ll try again tomorrow. Just rest and—” he started to get up
>“NO!” she shouted before lunging across the table at him
>At first he recoiled, but the streams of water from her eyes made him relax
>The twin rivers washed away some of the soot from her face and dropped onto the metallic table
>“P-please... tell me what happened to him! He’s my brother, please!” she pleaded with him
>The man closed his eyes to try and collect himself
>Despite the cold exterior, the long hours and sudden flurry of activity had worn on him
>How could he not be?
>He sighed and placed one hand over Twilight’s prompting her to move back to her seat
>Normally she would have blushed from acting so brashly, but to her it was an under reaction
>She deserved, no, needed to know what happened to Shining Armor
“We received a report that he had gone into the fires of the western terrace... to save his sister”
>The idea he’d gone in for her didn’t surprise Twilight
>Her brother had always been protective of his little sister, even more so now that he was the captain of the guard
>Still, the news struck her in the chest, making her lean back in her cold chair slowly
“He reportedly saved not only you but over 35 other people trapped by debris. Your brother was a true hero.”
>The tense he used struck her ears like a gunshot, making them prick up
>The man placed one hand back on the table after he finished, pausing to make sure she heard the compliment
>She looked up quickly into the man’s eyes with wide, unknowing terror as he went on
>At the sight of her terrified eyes, he hesitated to go on, but knew better than to ask what she wanted
“But, after retrieving the last person, he returned to the structure to look for more survivors.”
>The man paused and looked back up at Twilight
>Despite the cool nature and tone he had, this was growing difficult for him to say
“But... there were none. As he returned, a stray beam apparently fell in his way, blocking his way out.”
>Twilight tensed up as if the man was describing something she was witnessing right then
“He rammed his shoulder against the beam and it eventually gave way but...” the man paused and looked to Twilight again
>She was staring at the table in horror as she imagined the scene play out in her head
>Her brother was captain of the guard, the best brother she’d ever had
>He was invincible
“Miss, you don’t want to hear this."
>“Tell me...” She said before looking back up
>There weren’t any tears coming from her bloodshot eyes anymore
>Even the deepest parts of her thought had become swallowed by the sorrow, taking even the tears from her face
>The man coughed and swallowed, taking a few moment to regain his official composure
“But the flames gave him 3rd degree burns across the majority of the right side of his body,” the man continued
>He watched her reaction briefly before going on, not knowing what she would do
“He made it back to the ambulances, but the damage was done by then.”
>He placed the paper down and place a hand over the outstretched one Twilight forced onto the table
“His last words were 'Tell Twilight I love her and that I’m sorry'
>...
>"I’m... I’m sorry for your loss,” he said before looking down at the table
>Even he was taken back by the story, despite having heard nearly a dozen similar ones tonight
>A few moments go by and Twilight doesn’t move as the flashback comes to her again
>The world is swept up in a swirl of fire and chaos as she bounces on Shining’s shoulder
>Finally, his voice could be made out over the fire
>He was yelling desperately and occasionally cursing as flames jumped from various obstacles at them both
>Eventually the flames disappeared and Twilight felt rejuvenated right before being placed down against a surprisingly cool wall
>“W-wait, Shining, wait!” Twilight called out as she saw him run towards the fire
>He turned back to look at her with slight shock that she was conscience
>“Please...don’t...” she weakly called out to him
>Shining put on a cocky grin and lifted a dismissing hand to his sister
>“Come on, Twiley. I’ll come back. I promise.”
>But now the memory shifted to her imagination as the news morphed her mind
>“Please no—!” she started to protest as she felt herself get pulled towards a stretcher
>A half burnt Shining Armor looked up at her and slowly opened its mouth
>His good arm grabbed a nearby medic’s and pulled him close to hear his final words
>Despite it being barely louder than a whisper, Twilight heard it loud and clear
“Tell my sister I love her...and tell her...I’m sorry...”
>The tears came back to her as she fell to her knees and started weeping once again
“Miss Sparkle? Miss Sparkle!” the man said as he rushed to her side
>She’d fallen to the floor and began convulsing in weeping shudders
>As soon as he knelt next to her, she latched onto him and hung onto him for dear life
>“It’s m-my f-fault! H-he...he..!” she tried to say.
>The man could do nothing but rub her shoulder as she cried on the floor
>Above them both, the lamp finally came to a rest, making the flame-like shadows stop their dance


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#087 | No.18021131
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>Be Anon
>Be enjoying a smooth, relaxing cigarette out back of the Equestria High prom
>Twilight Sparkle asked you to take her with you
>It's just as fine as anything else you could've done; you didn't have anything else planned this Friday
>Aside from the prom, it's a cool, quiet evening outside
>Finishing your cigarette, you stamp it out and turn to head back inside
>Then you hear a voice
>"HEY, ANON!"
>Surprised, you turn around
>Five smallish figures are coming towards you
>It's Twilight's friends, Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy, Rarity, and Pinkie Pie
>They don't look too happy
'This is...' you think to yourself
"Uh, hey girls," you say tentatively back to them. "What's up?"
>Rainbow Dash steps forward and says "You're coming with us."
>Suddenly, both Applejack and Pinkie Pie have taken hold of your arms
>They start dragging you away from where you were standing
>Taken by surprise, you try to pull your arms away, but they hold on fast
>How did these tiny girls get so strong?
>Before you can say anything, Rarity's got her soft hands wrapped around your mouth
>All you can do is mumble your protests and try, in vain, to shake yourself away
>Before long, they've dragged you over behind the dumpsters on the far side of the gym
>Applejack and Pinkie have now slammed you against the hard brick wall
>The hell is going on?
>Did they think you hurt Twilight or something?
"Look, whatever you're thinking, it's not what's going on!"
>"Shut up," Applejack says, digging the heel of her boot squarely into your shin
You cry out in pain before looking back up and saying, "What do you girls want?"
>Before any of them can respond, though, Fluttershy steps in front of you
>There's a brief silence as she stares you down before her hand grabs hold of your crotch
>Fluttershy's hand grips your balls through your dress pants and you can feel her start to undo the buttons
>Looking you straight in the eyes, she leans forward and says to you in her quiet voice
>"You're going to cum inside all of us."
>Before you can even think about what Fluttershy just said, she's ripped your shirt open too
>"Huh? What do you mean 'come inside'?"
>"Ejaculation, idiot," Rainbow Dash says, stepping around you. "Your semen is going inside each of us."
>By now, Fluttershy's hand has pushed your pants and boxers down and is wrapped around your dick
>She's roughly stroking you with those dainty fingers of hers, and her tongue is tracing circles over your exposed chest
>It's starting to make you weak in the knees
"Gah! Why?! This is insane!"
>"Aw, be quiet," Applejack says, holding you tight against the wall still. "You should be thankful even one girl wants your cock inside her, let alone five."
>"Especially such beauties as ourselves, non?" Rarity says, stepping forward and striking a vain pose
>By now, your cock has gotten very hard from Fluttershy's teasing
>Grimacing, you turn your face somewhat desperately to Pinkie beside you, wondering if she'd chime in
>She simply holds on to your arm and stares forward at the other girls like a Buckingham Palace guard
>Suddenly you feel Fluttershy's hand pulling away from you
>Looking back forward, you see her stepping away from you and reaching underneath her skirt
>Still giving you that stare, she pulls her white panties down and steps out of them
>"Don't tell me this is all we're getting here," Rainbow Dash says, poking your glans, making your cock twitch
>Stepping forward, Fluttershy hands her panties off to Rainbow Dash and comes up against you, grabbing hold of your shoulders
"Listen, girls," you say, breaking into a sweat. "There's been a misunderst—"
>Before you can finish, Fluttershy has aggressively plunged herself on top of you
>You cry out as her tight pussy wraps around you, her feet resting against the wall on each side of her, hanging off your shoulders
>Your whole length goes in and out of her as she thrusts her hips against you, groaning out loud
>The other girls simply watch.
>You gasp out, trying to say something as Fluttershy forces your cock inside her
>"Fluttersh—"
>"Be quiet!" she yells at them between moans, sounding sweet even when she's shouting at you
>"Well, she's making the most of it," Rainbow Dash observes
>"Oh, don't fret dear," says Rarity, moving in behind her. "At the very least, he's no Norman."
>You can barely focus on what they're saying; the way your cock is going even deeper inside Fluttershy is distracting you a bit
>Struggling your breath, you try to focus on Fluttershy herself
>Her eyes closed, riding you like an unruly bull, one of her hands now grasping her breast through her top
>Suddenly you feel her pussy squeezing in on you, deliberately
>"Come on, cum already," she groans out, grinding herself on your length
>"Don't wear him out too much now," said Applejack besides her
>Indeed, you can't hold yourself out any longer
>Gasping, you feel your cock twitching inside of her, shooting off load after load of cum into Fluttershy's wet passage
>She moans a bit with you, her hips pressed hard against you as if you were going to pull out
>Finally, though, as the last of your cum shoots out, she pulls herself away from you and stands back up, looking slightly bow-legged
>Catching your breath, you look across at the girls and down at your now wet cock
>That really just happened, didn't it?
>"Alright, who's next?" Applejack says
>"I'll take him, girls," says Rarity, stepping forward
>You look back up in disbelief
"The fuck is this... you girls are actually—"
>"For God's sakes, Anon," Rainbow Dash says, looking you straight in the eyes not unlike Fluttershy earlier. "You understand if you make too much noise or rat us out, there'll be Hell to pay, right?"
>You swallow your words. She completely meant what she said
>"Right," she says. "Now, Rarity, do your thing."
>"Of course," Rarity says, stepping out of her black lace underwear
>You swallow again. Oh lord, what have you gotten yourself into?
>As Rarity comes towards you, you try to stand upright again, as if to retain some dignity
>Slowly she works her delicate hand over your semi-flaccid cock
>"My, Fluttershy really worked you over, didn't she?" Rarity intones
>Your teeth clench; your cock is slick with Fluttershy's wetness still
>Slowly her fingers rub over your length, and you shut your eyes from the sensitivity
>As she pulls her hand away, you open your eyes and see Rarity giving you bedroom eyes
>Her fingers looking slick, she brings them up to her mouth and slowly licks Fluttershy's wetness off
>As you stare transfixed at her wet tongue, you feel your cock growing hard again
'Damn it,' you think to yourself.
>Smiling, she brings her wet fingers out of her mouth and slowly brings them down underneath her skirt
>Your eyes trailing down to follow her hand, you see her wrist moving in a slow rhythm, looking back up, her cheeks and flushed and her mouth is almost pouting
>You feel your cock get rock hard
>"Can you hurry up?" Rainbow Dash says. "We haven't got all night."
>"Oh, sorry," Rarity says, laughing and stepping closer to you
>Breathing sharply again as you feel her body against yours, you gasp as you feel her wet pussy slide onto your cock
>But this isn't frenzied like Fluttershy; this is slow and deliberate, her hips slowly moving on you like they're seeing just how much of your length they can fit
>"Oh Anon," she whimpers out, her pussy slowly moving down on your length again. "Do you want me to go faster?"
>Before you can respond, she's already thrusting her hips fast against you, letting out girlish squeaks as she does, grabbing onto your hair
>You won't last much longer than with Fluttershy
"Rarity—" you grown out
>She stops moving.
>"Say please..." she whispers
>"Please!" you say without thinking.
>Feeling your length thrust inside her again, you let your cum out inside Rarity, your hips moving slightly against hers as she moans out on top of you.
>"Oh, I say, girls," Rarity says, breathless, resting in Dash's arms. "Anon is just too much fun. I mean, not as much as Brad, but—"
>"Alright, Rarity," says Rainbow Dash, stepping over to Applejack
>"Applejack, you've been holding him up like that for like an hour. Why don't you go next and I'll fill in?"
>"Me? Oh, golly..." she says, sounding almost genuinely bashful. "I suppose I will."
>With that, Rainbow Dash presses up against your shoulder and Applejack steps off, reaching down to take off her panties
>Dash still looks angry at you, but you could swear you saw a faint blush on her cheeks
>Before you can dwell on that, though, Applejack has come towards you
>"You better be ready for a ride," she says, but then she notices that your cock is still soft
>Looking annoyed, she suddenly drops down to her knees in front of you
>Taking hold of your shaft, she jerks it a few times before sliding it into her mouth and beginning to suck you off
>Your eyes close and you feel your knees start to bend again
>She works her mouth and tongue on you way too well, her mouth washing off bits of your cum and Fluttershy and Rarity's wetness
>"Don't spoil him too much now," Rainbow Dash says, still holding onto your arm
>Applejack pulls her mouth off of your now-hard cock and looks up, eyebrow raised at RD, as if in regards to her commentary
>Finally, though, she stands back up and, turning herself around, quickly plunges herself doggy-style onto your cock
>"Hooo-wee," Applejack says lightly, bouncing her ass again and again onto your length
>Her moans get louder and louder, and in the heat of the moment, her hands seem to lift her dress up along her hips
>For the first time, you see the pale flesh of her ass and her wet pussy wrapping around your cock with each thrust
>The sight is enough to bring you over the edge
>Thrusting your hips hard against her, you let out another groan and cum inside one of these girls for a third time
>"Mmph... already?" Applejack gasps


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#083 | No.17862088
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>Sunset Shimmer bursts through her front door, Twilight slumped over her shoulder, both giggling and looking awfully inebriated
>"Man, I never took you for a heavy drinker, Twilight."
>"I-I'mm no egghead, 'n I proooved that tonight, to you," she replied, groggily poking her index finger into Sunset's belly making "boop" sounds with her mouth all the while
>Sunset dragged Twilight into her living room, and the two collapsed on the couch together, breaking out into laughter
>"Seriously, is this the first time you've ever been drunk? Sheesh, you're such a dork, Twilight!"
>Twilight waved a limp arm in front over herself making a "pfft" noise, inciting a chuckle in Sunset Shimmer
>"I've, like, totally have drunk all the times. Back, in Equestria. Isswear."
>"Pssh, yeah right! This is totally your first time!"
>Twilight gave Sunset her best "incredulous" face, and Sunset tried her darnedest to stifle a giggle
>"Even iff that's true, I *am* an intellectual, y'know. I know what I can and cannont handle. If I drinked too much, it's, uh, purely for the pursuit of knowledge. Of drunkenness and stuff."
>"Really, you're a total dork, Twi," Sunset replied, playfully pushing Twilight.
>Twilight leaned over on top of Sunset and placed her finger on the tip of her nose
>"You're the dork."
>As she said this, her finger slipped, running down slowly across Sunset's lips and down her chin
>"Twilight? You're staring and it's starting to freak me out," Sunset says, eyebrows raised
>Before she could react, Twilight leaned in and planting a hand on Sunset's thigh and kiss on her lips
>After a few moments, she pulled away, blushing furiously
>"W-Woah. Where'd you learn to kiss like that?"
>Twilight crossed her arms, looking indignant
>"I read."
>"So you're knowledge of kissing is all theoretical, then?" Sunset said with a smirk
>Twilight placed her hand on Sunset's cheek, a look on her face she couldn't quite make out
>"Iff this is leading up to another 'dork' comment, I'll have you know, I have, I have applied my theoretical knowledge of kissing puh-len-ty of times."
>Twilight began poking Sunset in the belly button with her free finger, making "boop" sounds
>Again
>"Oh really? With a pillow, right?"
>Twilight twirled a finger in the air
>"It was for science. Who have you kissed? Your buttt, you nerrrd?" she said, a serious and accusatory finger poking Sunset in the chest
>"Exactly how much did you have to drink?"
>Twilight replied with a raspberry, and next by doubling over in laughter
>Both girls were brought near to tears
>Twilight laid her head down on Sunset's lap, awkwardly turning herself to face her
>"Y'know, I never thought my first kiss would be with a girl," she said
>"Yeah, same..."
>Twilight's eyes shot open, and she hopped up off the couch and pointed at Sunset with both her hands, a shit eating grin on her face
>"Ha! You're totally the dork! You've never kissed anyone before, ya loser! No wonder you were so awful!" Twilight said loudly, dancing around terribly
>"Oh ho ho, you wish I were terrible! You were awful. Like the dork you are! My lips are just too good for anyone, yourself included you purple geek! I was just holding back. I'm so much better than you that you don't even know. You don't even know!"
>Twilight continued to prance around with all the agility and dexterity of a heavily-intoxicated teenage girl, making constant raspberries with a triumphant look on her face
>Finally, she plopped down on the couch next to a fuming Sunset Shimmer
>Sunset turned towards the smirking Twilight with a sour look on her face
>"You might think you're all that, but you're not! If Celestia were here, she'd probably take me back and be all 'Ha, oh God I can't believe how much of a dork Twilight is! She is so terribad at kissing.'"
>Twilight laughed
>"That's an awful impression! She's more like 'Twilight, can't you see I'm busy SLOWLY moving the sun across the sky! Tell me about friendship! Also, Sunset Shimmer is a total nerrrrrrd~'"
>Sunset scowled fiercely as Twilight once again burst into laughing
>Moving suddenly, Sunset Shimmer jumped on top of Twilight, straddling her between her legs and cupping her face in her hands
>Sunset brought her lips to Twilight's, caressing the nape of her neck as she let out a gentle moan
>She could feel Twilight pushing her lips against hers, shakily placing her hands on her back
>Sunset pulled away
>"Like a four," Twilight said passively
>"Yeah, like a four out of one!"
>"Pfft, like a four out of infinity."
>"Like a four out of negative infinity!"
>Twilight was clearly taken aback
>"Math doesn't work like that!"
>"I guess I'm too good for math then!" Sunset said, snidely crossing her arms as she continued to straddle Twilight
>Sunset felt Twilight's arms wrap around her, pulling her down towards her
>"No."
>Twilight loosened her grip, her hands sliding down to Sunset's hips
>"What? It's my turn to show you how awful you are and amazing I am. You make fun of my research, but I'm a veritable expert!"
>"Right. Being holed up in a library has totally made you a guru on all things sensual! No, I'm going to go again until you admit I'm better than you."
>"That is not how this works!"
>Sunset voraciously buried her face into Twilight's, who fought back with equal vigor
>Sunset ran her fingers through Twilight's hair, pulling her towards her as her lips pressed against Twilight's
>Twilight's lips were firm yet supple, slowly sliding against her bottom lip as they slid off, only to return a moment later
>She could feel Twilight's fingers moving gently along the back of her neck, her other hand doing likewise on the small of her back
>No way she was going to let her get the upper hand here
>Sunset pushed Twilight down onto the couch aggressively, her knee placed precariously between Twilight's legs
>Twilight's hands made their way lower and lower on Sunset's back before finally landing firmly on her back end
>Two could play at this game
>Sunset brought one of her hands down to Twilight's hip, lightly slipping it beneath her blouse
>She could feel Twilight's hands gliding up and down along the sides of her thighs, pulling her towards her ever so slightly
>Letting the tips of her fingers run just along the surface of Twilight's skin, Sunset made her way deeper into Twilight's blouse
>Something flitted against her lips, sending shivers down her spine
>Bitch was gonna introduce tongue
>She wasn't going to do that shit first, not on her watch
>She could feel Twilight let out a soft moan as she turned her head, their tongues meeting, writhing against one another
>Her hand snaked its way upwards, slipping under Twilight's bra
>She let her thumb slowly work Twilight's sensitive nub
>Twilight squirmed beneath her, barely able to contain her moans, her hot breath caressing Sunset's face
>Pulling away, Sunset smirked
>"Admit it. I'm good."
>"Maybe."
>Twilight pulled Sunset down and rolled on top of her
>"But I'm better," she said, tugging on Sunset's skirt
>"And what kind of kiss would this be?"
>"You touched boob. The seal has been broken. There are no more rules. No backing down from here."
>The two giggled, both clearly red in the face
>Sunset helped Twilight along as she shimmied out of her skirt, blushing as her undergarments were revealed
>Twilight was definitely interesting drunk
>The purple girl dropped down on top of her and kissed her on the lips
>It felt as if Sunset's heart were beating in her throat, and she went red from blushing
>Twilight rubbed her thumb against Sunset's cheek, an adorable smile on her face
>She slinked downwards, her hands sliding down along Sunset Shimmer's sides as Twilight made her way between her legs
>Sunset cooed as Twilight's fingers slowly pulled Sunset's undergarments down to her ankles
>"You're lucky," Twilight said. "This also something I've read up on. Always prepared."
>"Right," Sunset replied, smirking
>Twilight wrapped her arms around Sunset's thighs, planting a kiss inside her thigh
>Sunset shivered
>It felt as if her heart was going to burst straight out of her chest
>Each time Twilight moved along the inside of her thighs, planting little wet kisses, a shiver was sent down her spine
>Twilight closed her eyes, completely lost in the moment
>She brought her lips between Sunset's legs, giving her the lightest of touches with her lips
>Sunset writhed, bringing her thighs in around Twilight's head, begging for her to go on
>Twilight continued to stay just along the edges of her, giving light pecks that tantalized the skin
>Sunset couldn't stop herself from moaning out loud
>She threw her arms around herself as she wriggled under the unbearable agony of Twilight's teasing
>The feeling of Twilight exhaling against her skin caused her to quiver
>She could feel herself getting wetter by the moment as Twilight continued to plant light pecks between her thighs
>What sort of books could she possibly have been reading?
>It felt as if she could feel her heart beat throughout every inch of her body
>Sunset could feel her body twitch and shake, unable to stay still as her body was wracked with pleasure
>Twilight gave her a particularly long kiss, right above her clit
>Sunset let out a low moan as she felt Twilight's tongue dart against her skin
>Twilight dragged her tongue downwards, her speed excruciatingly slow
>Just as Sunset could feel Twilight's warm tongue touch her clit, Twilight drew away
>She squeezed Twilight harder between her legs, whimpering
>Again she felt a kiss plant itself just above her most sensitive spot, shaking as Twilight's tongue greeted her skin once more
>Sunset could hardly stop herself from pushing herself up and grinding against Twilight
>She nearly screamed as Twilight finally took full attention to her clit
>As her tongue swirled about her, she instinctively reached down, pushing Twilight's head against herself
>Sunset could feel Twilight moving faster and faster against her
>She bit down on her lip, barely able to control her breathing
>Waves of pleasure rippled throughout Sunset's body causing her to cry out
>"T-Twi... I... Ngh~"
>As Sunset mumbled, Twilight only continued to go down on her with more and more vigor
>Her whole body shuddered and convulsed as she climaxed
>Sunset wrapped her thighs tightly around Twilight, writhing against her animalistically
>Even as she was cumming, Twilight did not stop, the feeling of her tongue almost painful
>Sunset cried out in pleasure, her whole body shaking uncontrollably
>She fell back in exhaustion, releasing Twilight from her grip as her body went limp
>Wordlessly, Twilight extended herself along the length of Sunset's body
>The two kissed deeply
>Sunset could taste herself on Twilight's tongue, but she didn't care, letting their tongues writhe in and out of each other's mouths
>Twilight collapsed beside Sunset, draping an arm and a leg over her
>She gave her a light peck on the cheek before snuggling against her
>"Y-You win, for now," Sunset said
>Twilight just pulled her closer to her, giggling
>Sunset smiled, putting her arms on Twilight's
>They drifted off into sleep in each other's arms


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"You're probably wondering how the heck I wound up face down in a puddle of spoiled mayonaisse behind Joe's Coffee Emporium with my pants ripped and several penises drawn on my chest. Well, I think it’s because of everyone else! Everyone else is to fault for this, the world is full of JERKS! Let me get the taste of rotten egg stuffing out of mouth and I'll tell you the story."
>It was third period when my crazy adventure started. The class? Advanced Underwater Basket Weaving. Now I don't mean to brag, but I was totally crafting a totally bitching picnic basket, it even had a pink bow and streamers! Focused on the magnificence of my art, I barely noticed when the smelly hippy kid next to me slipped me a note.
>"Here man, *cough* like, this is for you... ewe... chu... chew... hehehehehehe...”
"Thanks?"
>I try not to touch his smelly and unshaven hippy hands as I grab the note from his more likely than not rolling a doobie while listening to Blink 182’s “Feeling This”.
>With a sense of curiosity fallen upon my being, I decided to take a peek at the note. As I lifted the corner, I could smell the scent of lilac and pineapple permeate my nostrils. I'm quite familiar with the scent, for it is the scent of the woman I have lusted for many a fortnight! I think the brand was Arachi, but to me it was "Eu d'Rarity".
>With great anticipation, I furrow my brow and hasten my trembling fingers.
>"Dearest Anon, meet me in the girls locker room after class. I have a surprise for you."
>Ah, my heart! I felt my stomach turn into fiery lead as my loins tensed below! It can't be... my mind began pacing through male fantasy. Rarity in naught but linen wear beckoning me forward in open solidarity. The heaving bosoms twain my fingertips, the lush moisture of passion! Interlocking lips with pulsating tongue! The vibration of two in coitus of one! Finally! My dreams realized!
>I knew it not then, but apparently to my classmates, I had made quite the scene.
>"Mister Anon?" I heard faintly in my heavenly paradise.
"Yes, and wear the elephant underpants with the extendable trunk, my favourite...”
>"MISTER ANONYMOUS!" the shrill shriek of a teacher rang out shattering my lovely mental garden of adolescent bliss.
"Uhh, yes! how can I help you, Ms. Cheerliee?"
>I stood in a bit of a stupor, unknowing of my current predicament.
>"I believe you should go to the men’s room Anon." She said with a bit of a gruffness in her tone. Her eyes remained staring directly into mine, as if there was something forbidden in her other views.
"I'm quite fine, I already made tinkles and sprinkles, thank you for pondering though." I reply whilst rolling my eyes.
>I'm a grown ass man, don't child me, woman.
>Her hands slam on the table, as she points to the door. "J-j-just go already!" In that moment of furvor her eyes led downwards, and her face ran crimson. In retrospect I should've clearly understood what she meant when she insinuated the restroom in the first place, but callous youth, ach, ‘tis be quite the thorn in the side of men!
>My eyes followed hers, and I beheld the looming mass of erection within my jeans. It was there for all to behold! Awkwardly shuffling toward the door, I heard the smelly hippie kid point at me and shout.
>"Hey guys, like, Anon has a boner! Let's all ostracize him and feel better about our insecurities while doing so!"
>The classroom erupted with laughter, as I felt every sting of pointer finger.
>"Look at him! He has sexual urges that are typical for someone of our age group!"
>"When I laugh at someone else, it helps me forget that my father physically abuses me!"
>"I went through this entire scenario a week ago, and I felt terrible being laughed at, so in all reality I think I'm just going with the crowd consensus in this even though I do feel bad for you.”
>I rush out of the classroom and collapse, Damn you, smelly hippy!
>At least that moment of personal shame is done and over with forever.
>*RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG*
>Damned be the wicked sands of time! That was the period bell! Students one by one are leaking from their containment rooms, and if I had the worst luck of the Irish, Advanced Underwater Basket Weaving was right in the center of the main hallway where all students must conglomerate to make their passage!
>EGADS! NOT ONLY WILL MY PREVIOUS PEERS KNOW OF MY GENITAL RISINGS, BUT THE ENTIRE ACADEMIC POPULATION!
>I began stealthily sneaking past lockers, trying my hardest to keep my back towards the ever growing flow of student body. ‘Twas quite awkward to say the least, having my loins rubbed against the lockers as so, but as long as no one was aware of my privy spectacle, it was a queerness worth enduring.
>Now something my father always prided me on was my line of sight, I could honestly see a coin from a mile away, but my peripherals, ach! I can't see worth a goat’s beard!
>I wish I had decent peripheral vision, then maybe my shame would have stayed within the circle of Underwater Basket Weavers.
>My loins stopped in the open palm, and my spine froze solid. I had not forseen this.
>"Heya, Anon... whatcha got going on down there?"
>It was Rainbow Dash. The Captain of pretty much every varsity sport in our school, with my penis, in her hand, in her open locker, that I had failed to see.
"Uhh... well, you see...”
>Her eyes sullied with a hint of lust, "Oh, you don't have to explain, Anon. I know you like me, what guy wouldn't? I'm the hottest thing since sliced bread!"
>You mean the flattest thing since sliced bread.
>"I just never thought you had the balls to actually go with it,” she smirked as she squeezed my loyal twin royals.
>"I guess you do..." she smirked.
"Rainbow, listen, I really gotta go, you know, bathroom and all that and whatnot."
>"Yeah I gotcha, go take care of your business."
>I felt her grip tighten around the shaft of my blissful snake.
>"You're a big guy!" she said with a snark.
>The feeling of clenching fortuity upon my nethers was grand, I had in that single moment betrayed my previous fantasies of my wondrous Eden.
>"FOR YOU!” I muffled out in withering pleasure.
>Rainbow Dash crept in closer to my ear and whispered, "I'll be there in 5 minutes. Hail Hydra.”
>She released with a great whatever allegory you can use for ungripping something, and slammed her locker shut. She turned back around and blew me a kiss as she sashayed her bottom in every stride she took.
>Well, this certainly doesn't help my erection.
>I continue to sneak towards the men’s room, the flow of students growing more and more by the second. But then, by heavens great light, I see it! The beautiful doorway to self relief! If I can only just... push... through... this... crowd...
>"AYE AYE AYE AYE AYE AYE! ECLAIR IN THE DONUT! ECLAIR IN THE DONUT!"
>My stomach fell with the weight of ten thousand suns. I knew that voice, as I looked up and saw pink upon pink face. With an uneasy glare I looked where my nethers had placed itself.
>Wouldn't you know it? Right twain the gap where two becomes one... heh...
>Pinkie turn faced at a speed I was not able to comprehend, and my face was met with the force of a palm endowed by gorilla and marmoset strength.
>"ANON! YOU DON‘T DO THAT TO ME IN PUBLIC!" she shrieked, as her pink face became increasingly flustered. The flow of students died to a sudden, silent stoppage that seemed to encompass Pinkie and I.
>She raised her pink boot toward my fallen self and I winced in anticipation of a hurtful blow. Which never came, I opened my eyes and saw her in deep pondering, as she paced around me. Damn it Pinkie, don't do that near my face, especially... oh dear Methuselah, it’s actually twitching fervently.
>"Unless... we're dating or something... OMIGOSH! ANON! YES! I'LL TOTALLY BE YOUR GIRLFRIEND FOREVER!"
>Wut.
>Pinkie plopped herself down on my chest and brought my face in between her bosoms in a gleeful embrace.
"Pinkie, I did not..."
>I could see Rainbow Dash by the Mens room, tears welling up in her eyes.
>"DAMN YOU, ANON! YOU BROKE MY HEART!" she cried out as she ran off.
>"Don't be jelly, guuuuuuurrrrrrrlllll. He's just got great taste in women, right Anon?" Pinkie chuckled as she rubbed her cheeks, upon mine. Yes, her facial cheeks, but her anterior ones too, not on my face of course, but rather close to my aching shame.
>Suddenly the hippie kid breaks the silence once more and points at me.
>"Look, everyone! Anon is having a passionate moment with an attractive female! Let’s all point and laugh at this completely ordinary situation!"
>And so the laughter began once more, my face felt as if radiated by a supernova.
"Pinkie, get off!"
>"Ooooh, naughty Nonnie! In front of all these people?"
"I mean GET OFF OF ME!" I push her aside and she hits her head on a garbage bin, suddenly falling silent.
>I get up, and brush myself off. Now I can finally use the bathroom! I go towards the door when I suddenly feel arms around my waist.
>"Playing rough. huh? THAT'S HOW I LIKE IT!" Pinkie lustfully moaned, dry humping my leg.
"GOD. DAMN. IT. PINKIE. I. SAID. GET. OFF!" I stuttered as I limped toward the men’s room door.
>"I'M GOING AS FAST AS I CAN, NONNIE!" Pinkie replied thrusting her hyperactive hips into my shin harder and harder.
>Finally, with gusto, I fling open the men’s room door, and I point to the sign.
>"Pinkie, only men are allowed in here! NO GIRLS!"
>"That's okay, Nonnie! I was born with both! I can be whatever you want!" she perked up as she unknowingly blurted that out to the entire student body.
>Well shit.
>I quickly pulled my leg away as Pinkie grasped for it with her arms. The men’s room door slammed into her face, as the students began muttering and murmuring to each other. Ahh... the good old rumor mill, the bane of every person’s existence.
>I strut into the men’s bathroom and find a group of meat headed jocks who look like they've escaped from the primate exhibit downtown.
>"YO. YOU ANON?" a particular hairy and stupid one asked.
"Yeah, whats it to you?" I nonchalantly responded as I began splashing cold water on my face. That's right, think horrible things, naked grandmas, naked grandmas, cancer patients, Mandomommy... wait, why is my boner getting harder?
>I felt a massive palm grip the back of my shoulder.
>"YOU HURT BIG SIS'S FEELINGS, GUY."
"I don't even know your sis—“
>My sentence was cut mid-sentence as my face was slammed into the sink.
>"DON’T PLAY DUMB."
>"Heh heh, yeah, dummy!" another gorilla-looking chump said in the background.
>"YOU HURT BIG SIS DASH FEELINGS! NOW WE NO WIN FOOTBALL GAME!"
>Oh right, she's the captain of every team, including the Equestria High HandEgg team.
>"YOU NO LOOK CLEAN ENOUGH ANON. WE GIVE YOUR FACE CLEAN!"
"That's highly unnecessary, sir- OH MY GOD!"
>Suddenly I was 6 feet off the ground and over the shoulder of a very healthy and definitely nothing wrong with his mental capacity football player. He kicked open a lavatory door and chuckled.
>"YOU DOO DOO HEAD BELONG WHERE DOO DOO GO!"
>And with that incredibly well thought out comment of his, my vision went from a slight vertigo to a nauseating whirlpool of toilet water. Attempting at my behest not to swallow or drown on any foul water, I dig my fingernails into anything I could possibly grab.
>"HE FIGHT LIKE KITTY!"
>Damn! My cat-jutsu is not very effective!
>"KITTY LIKE SQWUISHY?"
>Dear Lord no...
*FLUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSH*
>"GWAR HAR HAR HAR, THAT'LL SHOW DUMB HEAD TO HURT BIG SIS FEELINGS!" the alpha meathead guffawed as his lackeys, Tweedle Dick and Tweedle Shit both snortled.
>"HAVE SOME DOO DOO PAPER DOO DOO HEAD."
>Where as my head was still in a porcelain prison, I couldn't really see what was happening, but it was my assumption that 'doo doo paper' was...
>I sniffed slightly.
>Yeah. He just put shit covered toilet paper on me. Great.
>Suddenly I hear the smelly hippy kid again. "HEY LOOK EVERYONE! ANON'S NOT USING THE TYPICAL PROCEDURE OF EMPTYING ONE’S BOWELS! LET'S ALL POINT AND LAUGH AT HIM!"
>More laughter ensues. I could feel the toilet water around me boil. Oddly enough, I still had an erection.
"ENOUGH! BE GONE! OUT WITH YE!" I erupt from the toilet bowl, with shit-covered toilet paper arms and ranting like a mad dog.
>"QUICKLY! BEFORE HE GETS INTO A HETEROSEXUAL RELATION WITH YOU!" the hippie cries out as the crowd of students and meatheads leave quickly. Panting in severe anger I stumble over to the bathroom sink and look at the shameful sight of myself.
>I fall over and began weeping with the intensity of 70 Justin Bieber fangirls.
>Its’snot fair, it really isn't. School days are truly the worst days of your life, even if you are well fed, have a place to go home to every night without the worry of malaria or a bomb going off around the corner.
>"A-a-a-a-anon? Are you crying?" I hear a soft whimper from the lavatory next to my personal water boarding chamber.
>No... it can't be...
>I walk over and push open the door.
>"Fluttershy?"
>There she was, the yellow ball of nervous anxiety upon a throne of porcelin shame, a faint streak of fresh tears running dry upon her face.
>"Were... you crying Anon?" She asked as she ruffled her skirt awkwardly, as it was virbrating slightly underneath. Woman, don't you know to take off your underpants to do your business?
"Nah, why would I be crying? My... life is perfect!" I began bubbling trying to puff out my chest whilst hiding the internal sorrow of an embaressment away from the eyes of the fairer sex.
>"It's okay, Anon. I cry a lot too. Like today... when... well..." she begins shifting on the toilet seat, her face beginning to flush crimson.
"Uh... Fluttershy, I just realized: this is a men's lavatory, why are you in here?" I asked pondering the obvious question that I obviously asked with an obvious questioning tone to my obviously questioning question.
>"Well... Anon... you see... I had... a bit of a... well..." Her tears begin running down her face once more like a salty waterfall, as she lifted her skirt.
"Oh, nice yellow panties!" I noted, giving her a huge thumbs up.
>"They were white, Anon..." she muffled slightly.
"Oh. OH. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."
>I came to realization of the awkward situation, and walked backwards from the lavatory of shame. How absolutely shameful, but at least Fluttershy isn't be made the academic hooligan by smelly hippies, but still... that poor girl. I couldn't just leave her in that state of mind. Then it hit me, if I'm already a hooligan, might as well as hammer it home. I gulped and strutted over to the sink, and turned on the faucet, knowing with every drip of liquid equated to my self dignity finding itself swirling into a never ending hole of darkness.
>It's for the poor girl, you can do this Anon.
Fluttershy poked her head out of the men's latrine, possibly wondering what all the hubbub was about, when suddenly the smelly hippie pointed at her and shouted to the crowd of urinating followers.
>"LOOK EVERYONE! FLUTTERSHY PEED HERSELF TOO!"
>Fluttershy gave out an adorable squeak as she ran back into the mens room, with a quickening in my step, and also urine soaked ankles, I hurried back inside to comfort the poor lass.
>The sobbing intensified as I called for her.
"Fluttershy? You there?"
>"GO AWAY, ANON! I’M A LAUGHING STOCK!" I heard a shrill cry as toilet paper was flung in my general direction. BAM! Right in the forehead, 360 noscope headshot.
>"Fluttershy, you aren't anything of a laughing stock, in fact... they are cheering for you," I sneak past a latrine door and carefully open it up.
>"Cheering? Why would they cheer for dumb stupid peed herself Fluttershy?"
>I heard sobbing from behind the plastic swinging door, ach, there she be!
>"Well, I kind of showed them it was the cool thing to do..." I gently muttered as I opened up the door.
>"ANON, DON’T LOOK AT ME!" Fluttershy dropped her razorblade, and so did my heart. I had made it in the nick of time, she was plotting to slit her wrists!
"Fluttershy..." I began to state.
>"I'M SORRY, I'M SO SO SORRY, I JUST... I CAN'T DEAL WITH THE SHAME ANON!"
>With a great fervor, I took her hand and drag her out of the bathroom.
>"ANON, NO! YOU'RE KILLING ME, ANON! YOU'RE KILLING ME!"
>"Hey look everybody, it's Fluttershy and Anon!"
>I stood before the crowd of clearly soiled students as I grabbed Fluttershy's skirt and raised it so that all could see.
"WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE? AFRAID TO STARE AWESOMENESS IN THE FACE? WELL, YOU LOOK AT IT! " I pushed her into a crowd of scared students.
"LOOK AT IT! I WANT ALL OF YOU TO LOOK AT IT!"
>The students began running away in complete fear, leaving a river of urine in their path that began flowing down the stairs like a urinary koi pond.
"What was all that about?" I ask as I flip Fluttershy around and come face to face with a penis that was bigger than mine.
>Oh. OH.
>Ohhhhhhhhhhhh...
>I lifted my left hand and realized I had a pair of urine soaked panties dangling twain my fingers, I must have... accidentally taken them off while my show of bravado to the crowd. Fluttershy began tearing up again, in both her eyes and nether eye.
>"T-t-t-this is s-s-s-so embarrassing, Anon!!!" she began whimpering mightly.
"Fluttershy..." I began as I backed away carefully from the eager and twitching manhood that undulated before my eyes. "I just want to say that I'm so sorry..."
>"Your the first boy ever to touch me there... I guess we have to date now..."
>Wut.
>No.
>Fuck this. I'm out.
>I quickly dash out of the hallway and leave Fluttershy pantiless and alone as her sobs continued to fill the hallway.
>I noped as fast as I could, and wasn't paying attention when I ran face first into another face.
>"CONSARN IT!” she screamed before falling on top of me. We landed on my back, as I raised my arms out to cushion her fall.
>"Ahhhhhhhhhh... not there..." she moaned.
>I take a look where my hands had caught her... DAMN IT ALL TO HELL! My hand went straight up her skirt, and past the underpants, I was definitely past the Mason Dixon line, and clearly in the swamps of Missouri.
"Applejack, I'm so sorry, wait let me get you off of me."
>Applejack stared down at me and gave a wicked smirk.
>"Naw Anon, I thought it was you. I was hoping you'd have the brass ta say that to mah face one day. Now giddy up."
"Wait... what?"
>Applejack clenched her very powerful thighs around my extended arm and began straddling like she was the belle of the rodeo.
>"YEEEEEEEEHAWWWWWWWW! UP AND AT EM, ANON!"
>OH GOD MY FUCKING FINGERS! THEY ARE GOING TO SNAP UNDER THE COLLIDING MASH OF SOUTHERN SUNSHINE!
"A-a-a-a-a-a-ap-p-p-p-ple-j-j-j-jaaack..." I muttered, trying not to get kicked in the face with a eager boot.
>"Yeah sugarcube? Unh, that's right... oh God, right there... YES YES!"
>Applejack lifted a miniscreen to her face and pumped her fist as trumpets began blaring out of nowhere.
"Applejack, it’s not as if this isn't particularly exciting or whatnot, I was just hoping that..." I muttered trying to manuveur my fingers at the speed of a 14-year-old Korean Tekken 6 player, which I suppose didnt really help the situation at all.
>"What you'll be wearing to the wedding? What we'll name our first child? When your going to take the job as CEO and President of Sweet Apple Acres?" she began rambling as her hips grinded harder and deeper on my throbbing fingers.
"Actually I was wondering if you've seen Rarity around? I was supposed to meet her after class."
>Applejack suddenly stopped grinding upon my arm.
>"Oh... Rarity. Oh... Y-yeah... I guess so..." Applejack's eyes seemed so distant, and I could her the sound of her heart shatter.
"You okay, Applejack?" I began to wiggle a bit under her.
>She noticed the situation and quickly jumped off of me, wiping her skirt with her hands. "Oh yeah... everything's fine... nothing weird about forcing your hands in my vagina in broad daylight because I thought you were finally confessing your feelings to me which I thought were certainly mutual, and honestly I've waited for, for at least 4 years now or anything. Nope, completely fine, Anon!" she said as she crossed her arms, and grumped at me.
"Really? So then you'll take me to Rarity?"
>"JUST GO YA, PERVVY VARMINT! I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHY AH EVER LIKED YOU!"
>And with a swift kick to the ass, I was hurled into the library which was conveniently right next to Applejack. I landed face first in a pile of anatomy books, right next to a long hallway in the library. I stood up and shook my head. Goddamn! everyone has been a real asshole today!
>What did I ever do to deserve such treatment? All I want to do is to meet up with the girl I idolize and finally get some sweet, sweet lovings! Is that too much to ask?
>Fuck!
>I wipe my pants off and I hear a small yelp of excitement from the Warren Buffet aisle of fiction.
>"Spike, NO! Do not put your nose there!"
>"I can't help it Twilight! Ever since I became a dog, there's... just something DOWN there that I have to smell!"
>"S-s-s-s-s-spike! S-s-s-stop it! What if someone sees us?"
>"Who's going to see? No one goes to the library! That's for nerds!"
>A sudden moment of akward silence.
>"Well, no offense I mean."
>"O-o-okay Spike... just be quick about it..."
>Curiousity getting the best of me, I snuck my head where the slurping sounds of dog could be heard.
"WHAT’S GOING ON HERE!" I screamed as Twilight and Spike both jumped in shock, Spike getting his tongue stuck in Twilights underpants, and boths Twilights and my face growing red.
"Ah-HA! I THOUGHT I heard dog sex in here!" I muttered, spaghetti falling out of my pockets, "and... I guess I was... right?"
>"TWILIGHT, HELP! IM SCHTUCK!"
>I looked down to the purple dog whose head was stuck in a purple polymer panty prison.
"Yo man, that's a talking dog, man."
>"Anon I can... explaaiiii— OH GOD SPIKE NOT THERE—“
>Spike ruffled his back legs, trying desperately to escape his limited viewpoint, Twilight not helping the situation close her legs around the pooch, crippling his mobility even further.
>Well, as you can imagine, such a thing was indeed not silent as Ms. Derpowitz, the teachers aide stomped over to our direction.
>"ANON! HIDE US!" Twilight begged as she moaned slightly.
>I nodded and leaned in front of Twilight and Spike's Wacky Animal Fun Time, blocking them from any viewer. Derpowitz stomped over and glared at me, and the bookcase adjacent from me as well.
>"This is a library! NOW SHUSH!" She lifted a finger to her lips and made a shushing motion.
>"Oh God... don't stop... ahhhhh..." Twilight moaned behind me.
>Ms Derpowitz put both hands on her hips in a very sexy yet dominating librarian kind of way.
>"Excuuuuuuuse me, Anon?" she raised her eyebrow at me, as she began tapping her boot.
"Uhh... yeah, don't stop doing that, Ms Derpowitz..."
>"Oh GOD, I'M SO HORNY!!!" Twilight whimpered behind me.
"Oh God, yes, I'm so horny" I repeated monotonely and confusingly to Ms Derpowitz, who in turn continued to grump continually, as her foot tapping turned into a river dance of boot stomping.
>"Oh God, Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" Twilight moaned slightly.
"Oh God, Fuck me, Ms Derpowitz, Fuck me hard!" I uttered, gulping at her intense glare.
>Ms Derpowitz seemed to have enough as she stomped over to me, as raised an open hand.
"Wait, don't!" I began to anticipate being thrown aside, but instead felt a soft tap to my cheek.
>"Oh Anon... you have no idea how much I wanted to hear that from you... I'll wait for you after school okay?" Ms Derpowitz winked and me and ran her hand down my chest and causually rubbed my loins.
>"See you around, stud muffin."
>She swayed her bottom with every step she took, as if enticing me further to the idea of an after school special.
>I exhaled and turned around, " She's gone Twi—”
>Turns out Twilight got Spike out of her panties awhile ago, as he and I were watching Twilight masterbate furiously with a copy of 'Catcher in the Rye'.
>"FUCK ME, ANON! FILL ME WITH YOUR MAN ROD!" she moaned as she plunged the spine of the book deeper into her purple pleasure pit.
>Spike looked up at me and laughed. "Yeah, sorry man, we kind of planned this out."
"Were you always able to talk magical talking dog?"
>"Yeah, don't you pay attention?"
"Why would I pay attention to a background character?"
>"Dude, that's harsh."
>Twilight looked up at me, and opened her mouth, as her tongue began swirling around in her agape stare, mirrored down below, as her legs spread wide, her privvies ravaged and plump. She moaned as she touched each eager lip.
>"Fuck me, Anon. Right here, right now."
"No, I don't like eggheads."
>With that I slipped my hands into my pockets and causually walk away while whistling the Ghostbusters theme.
>Well, this has certainly been an eventful 20 minutes of my day, but I guess it’s finally time to get down to business, and when I mean business, I mean dirty kinky business with Rarity! You can't see it, but I'm totally twirling my evil genius mustache right now. Rarity... you shall be mine! I dash over to the girl’s locker room, and come inside. Huh... its completely empty like it’s the suspenseful arrival to a climax of a story or something.
"Rarity? It's Anon! I got your note! I'm here!"
>"Oh Anon! Finally, you've arrived!"
>Rarity steps out of the showers, with naught but a towel round her opalescent body. I could feel the grinding of my nethers within my loins. YES... YEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSS.
"You had a surprise for me?" I innocently inquired.
>"Oh yes, darling. Please sit down and close your eyes." Rarity pointed at the empty bench in front of her. I quickly responded with the glee of a lap dog.
>"Keep them shut Anon... I can't ruin the surprise..."
>Oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy, I hope she puts her ass in my face first! Oh boy oh boy oh boy.
>"OKAY! OPEN THOSE EYES ANON AND BEHOLD!"
>I open my eyes, and my jaw drops to the floor. There was Sunset Shimmer with a bit of a pudgey belly, holding hands with Rarity, and a paper in both of their hands that read.
>"Congratulations on becoming a father!"
>...
>NOPE
>I slowly back away and then I run to jump out the 3rd story window. I tackled through the glass and as I fell I screamed back at them.
"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!”
>I whipped both middle fingers to the girls who stuck their heads out of the window as I fell toward a relatively large puddle of Rotten Mayonnaise near Joe's Coffee emporium.
>"ANOOOOOOOON! IT WAS JUST A PRANK!" Rarity screamed out, as Sunset lifted her shirt and pulled out a basketball.
>I look back at the ever growing closer puddle of spoiled Mayo as I suddenly think to myself:
”Fuck.”
>And so here I am, face down in a puddle of spoiled mayonnaise behind Joe's Coffee Emporium, with my pants ripped and wet, and several penises drawn on my chest that I had just noticed that the meatheads drew on me. >This is all because of everyone else, all of them! Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, Fluttershy, Applejack, Twilight, Sunset, and Rarity, ESPECIALLY RARITY!
>Everyone else is the fault for my situation, and let me tell you why... this world is full of JERKS!
>I've never been a jerk to anyone in my life! Well... even though I did break Rainbow's Heart... or got Pinkie to blab about her Double Gender and pushed her away... or I ripped off Fluttershy's underpants, and revealed to the entire school she had a penis, or that I ignored and rebuked the feelings of Applejack who admitted she had feelings for a long while, and I outright insulted Twilight, who tried her best, although in a strange way tried to seduce me. I guess I technically show that I was more interested in suicide more than being a father, and I told Rarity, the girl I admired, to fuck off...
>...
>Huh... maybe... just maybe...
>Maybe I'm the jerk?
>It wasn't before long the ambulance came and escorted me to the hospital. The smelly hippie kid pointed at me and said out loud, "Look everyone, Anon is being taken to the hospital! Let's all laugh at his misery!"
>But then suddenly a 16 Wheeler Truck ran him over, backed up, and ran over him again. Stupid smelly hippy, you shouldn't stand in the middle of the road.
>I lifted my finger and pointed at the sight. "Ha... ha..."
>Then all was darkness.
>...
>I woke up in a hospital room, surrounded by balloons, get well cards, and eight very happy looking women.
>"NONNIE!"
>"Hey there, pardner!"
>"STUD MUFFIN!"
>"A-anon!"
>"BIG GUY!"
>"Anon-sempai!”
>"Runs off on his family instead of manning up and dealing with the consequences of his actions guy!"
>"Dearest Anon!"
>The eight women surrounded and hug me at the same time, dear lord, that is a total of 16 bosoms above my face. That certainly makes my day a little better.
>"Oh, Anon,” Rarity stated. " If I'd known what trouble my little prank would cause, I'd never thought of it in the first place!"
>"Well, it wasn't TOO much trouble.” Rainbow twirled her hair with her finger. "After all, I did get to meet mini Anon..."
>"Yeah, and I got to express muh feelings and my lusts for Anon..." Applejack stated giving me a wink.
>”Nonnie likes my pee pee vagina!" Pinkie Pie jumped as her penis slapped her vagina.
>"A-a-and Anon taught me how to be proud of who I am,” Fluttershy poked her two pointer fingers together.
>"And I got to open up about my sexuality,” Twilight said, rubbing Spikes tail.
>"And I finally met a man who doesn't mind my silly eyes!" Ms Derpowitz stated, sitting at the edge of my bed, rubbing her hand on my leg
>"And I didn't really have a plot point in this entire event" Sunset said as she spoke from the background.
>"Oh, I see... well, maybe some good did come from all of this,” Rarity stated as she looked back at me, and held a hand to my chin.
>"I just wish it didn't come to such a terrible cost."
"It's honestly fine, Rarity, I'm sorry I was such a jerk to you all, I've had a hell of a day. I guess, the only thing left is to ask why did you do it Rarity?"
>"Well, Anon... I kind of have a crush on you, and well you see, I just wanted to tease you a little bit with a prank, and then tell you the real surprise."
>"What’s the real surprise?" I asked, getting up slightly in my bed.
>Rarity nodded to the other seven, who nodded back. Pinkie went to the window and closed the blinds. Twilight shut the room door and locked it. Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy pushed the other empty bed and merged it with mine, as the others began slipping out of their clothes.
>"Well, to be honest dearest Anon, I thought Sunset and I would have a go at you in the gitl’s locker room..." she stated as she slipped off her panties, while the seven others were following her cue.
>"But then after talking with everyone, turns out we all have the same feelings for you,” shd took off her shirt, and bra, which the other seven did as well. She began climbing on the bed, as did the other seven, massaging and rubbing my aching bones and muscles. "And we decided, all for one, and one for all! Right, girls?"
>"RIGHT!” they all shouted.
>Rarity crept her thighs close to my face and looked down at me.
>"Anon, do you know what today is?"
"Wednesday?"
>"Correct, but actually..." she crept down to my ear and whispered.
>"It's pronounced humpday."
>At that moment, a camel came running down the hospital hallway shouting "HUMPDAY”.


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>"When you said we were moving, I didn't think it was to a different continent!"
*"Did you not want to get out of that shit-hole we were in?"*
>He picks up the language you were speaking, but doesn't change his.
>"I wanted to! But I thought to an area, where I could still see my friends!"
*"Do you not even respect our mother language?"*
>"Don't try to change the subject! I don't have any friends here!"
"Fine! I didn't want to tell you, but..."
>"What?"
>You wait a few seconds, and look to see if both of you were alone.
"I had gotten fired because of a... fight."
>"You told me, you quit."
"I couldn't tell you the full story until we were out of the country. We moved to a place where they won't follow."
>"Who?"
>You inch towards him, and look in all directions to make sure.
"The Niggers.”
>You both bust out into a deep, hearty laugh.
>You walk into the kitchen, and start to look at the way the kitchen is modeled.
>Actually quite modern.
>"Dad! There's a W—”
>*KNOCK* *KNOCK* *KNOCK*
>You walk to the front door, and look into the peep-hole.
>A woman with... pink hair?
>Her skin looks a bit sunburnt.
>Opening the door, you're greeted with a cheery, high-pitched voice.
>"Hi! You must be the new neighbors! I'm Pinkie Pie!"
>Your son comes down the stairs, "Hey, Pinkie Pie, I'm Anonymous."
>"Do you have a last name, Anoneemoose?"
>You put a hand in front of your son.
"Anonymous I. Unknown the IV"
>"Is everyone in your family named Anoneemoose?"
"It's tradition that we name our first born son, Anonymous, given the last name Unknown."
>"Yeah, my dad’s great grandfather was the first Anonymous to be named as an Unknown."
"We try to make the most out of it, but, sometimes, we don't always tolerate our... irregular names."
>"So, is there a Mrs. Unknown?"
>Your large smile is replaced by a light frown.
>You can feel your sons frown from a few inches away.
"She passed away when Anon was in elementary school, but, there's no mourning when we can get stuff done."
>Your son gives a small laugh, "Dad, that's terrible."
"I know, but it got a laugh out of you."
>Pinkie just looks at both of you, when she asks, "So, where did you two come from?"
*"Should we tell her?"*
>"Sure."
"We're from a small village out near Eastern Europe."
>"So, why'd ya move out here?"
>Your son claims the question, "We wanted to get out of the mountains, and live in a more... urban area."
>Not the entire truth, but it'll do.
"Where are you from, Miss Pie?"
>"I'm from a small rock farm, just three or four miles out west, I'm staying with a family friend for school, so I don't have to drive to and back each day."
>She didn't really seem like the working type, but ya never know.
"What do you know about the people here?"
>"Oh! They're really friendly! You almost never find a meanie here!"
"Well that's great! But, uhh, listen, I gotta go find a job, so—”
>"I won't burn down the new house, dad, I'll be fine."
"Okay, fine. Anyways, nice meeting you Pinkie!"
>"Likewise, Mr. Unknown."
>Stepping into your truck, you take one last look at the area around your house.
>Hope this place is the paradise they say it is.


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>"Anon, what the hell are you doing in my apartment!?"
"T-the door was open?"
>Sunset scowls at you, placing her hands on her hips.
>"So you thought you'd just come in? What, were you raised in a barn?"
>Ouch.
>You flinch a little, but smile.
"I just, thought you might be back already. I had a question about class, wondered if I could see your notes?"
>Nice one, Anon.
>As Sunset looks you over, you do your best to keep your hands from fidgeting behind your back.
>The last thing you need is to draw her attention away from your face.
>Still, the lace of her pilfered panties tickles tantalizingly against your dexterous digits.
>Gulping, you struggle to keep eye contact and not toy with your prize.
>You just need long enough for her to look away.
>Sunset huff and rolls her eyes.
>"Whatever, freak."
>Dropping her pack, she bends over and begins rummaging through her backpack.
>Just as you move to make a break for it, you notice that she bent at the waist.
>Her skirt is riding up as a result, revealing her gorgeous gams to the world.
>Giving an unladylike grunt, Sunset Shimmer leans over a little more, revealing just a flash of scarlet colored lace.
>Your heart thuds in your chest as you subconsciously wet your lips with the tip of your tongue.
>At once, Shimmer grunts and rights herself, snapping you out of your daze.
>Too late.
>You missed your chance.
>Meeting your eyes again, she holds out her folder to you.
>"Here."
>Gulping, you reach out and take the folder.
"Th-thanks."
>The seconds tick by as Sunset refuses to let go of the folder.
>You give an experimental tug, but she doesn't relent.
>After a moment, her stern expression slowly slides towards a more irate scowl
>"Why do I feel lace rubbing up against my fingers?"
>You flinch, realizing too late that you're still holding her panties.
>As Sunset works herself up into a rage you make a break for the door.
>"PERVERT!"
>The binder clocks you in the back of the head but you clench your fist and keep running.
>You're dead tomorrow.
>But tonight you have your prize.
>...
>Some time later, you're sprawled out on your bed, your body still heaving from the mad dash out of Sunset's apartment
>You didn't stop until you made it home, safe and sound.
>Giving a weak cough, you pull the purloined panties from your death grip.
>Holding the waist in place with your thumb and forefinger, you stretch the stolen shorts out between your hands
>The sheer pink fabric catches the dying light of the sun as it slinks out of your bedroom, giving it a glistening, dew-like quality.
>Again your breath catches and your heart thuds away in your chest.
>As if on instinct, you bring the flinched fabric towards your face.
>The subtle scent of Sunset Shimmer wafts up to your nostrils, a mixture of sweat, flesh and a mature, womanly tang.
>Your boner reacts appropriately and you spend the next half hour jerkin your gherkin repeatedly to mental images of the school's top cunt.
>Afterwards, you stumble around in a punch drunk, dehydrated daze and fix yourself dinner.
>It's nothing special, but it puts the pep back in your step and makes you feel like tomorrow won't be that bad.
>All right, that's a lie, but it at least gives you the energy to go for another lengthy session with Shimmer's shanghaied skivvies.
>In the end, you fall asleep with her scent surrounding you, the lacy fabric tentatively touching your tongue throughout the night as you breathe.
>As morning comes, you wake almost sure that you can taste her in your mouth.
>You go through your usual routine, making sure to seal Sunset's panties in a ziplock bag before you leave for school, just in case you don't die.
>It'd be awful if they started to lose their scent quickly after all.
>With your hands in your pockets you enter the school and keep your eyes peeled.
>You make it to your locker.
>Nothing.
>You gather your things.
>Still nothing
>Glancing about twice, you heave a sigh of relief and close your locker
>"Morning, Pervert."
>With a gasp of surprise you manage to bounce out of her range.
>Sunset smirks, her arms crossed under her chest as she leans against the locker next to yours.
>You're not sure how she snuck up on you, but...
>The girl's green eyes flash as you try to slink backwards, paralyzing you.
>It's all you can do to gulp and shudder as Sunset closes the distance.
>The slender, yet dangerous, fingers of her right hand slowly reach out, sliding down the middle of your chest.
>"I have to say, you really surprised me yesterday, freak."
>Her tone is light, almost airy as she bends her arm and steps closer still, her fingers never leaving your core.
>"Sneaking into some girl's apartment for a pair of panties? That takes balls."
>You gulp and nod, figuring it's best just to go along with her.
>The citrusy tangerine scent that seems to pour off her body tickles at your nose, reminding you of the night before.
>With an uncomfortable squirm, you do your best to hide the inevitable boner rising in your pants.
>To her credit, Sunset seems blissfully unaware, still hung up on listening to herself talk.
>"I noticed some scratches on my door knob too. So much for an unlocked door, huh?"
>At last, she pulls her finger away, only to drag it along your collar bone instead.
>"What a sneaky, subversive student you are. B&E, Theft, Sexual Assault."
"Wh-what?"
>The note of terror in your voice rings out loud and clear as you look into her eyes.
>And in that moment, you see a spark of delight in those green pools.
>Fuck.
>She's got you by the balls now, and she knows it.
>Gulping, you try to look away, but it's too late.
>Placing her palm against your chest, Sunset gently lays your back against the lockers.
>Her left leg manages to settle in between both of yours, her knee resting precariously close to your crotch as she presses her body into yours, pinning you against the steel doors.
>"You heard me. I caught you, panties in hand, and in two minutes I could have your entire life ruined."
>Her voice is low, equal parts threatening and seductive.
>You close your eyes and do your very best to contain Mount Boneier from blowing its top.
>"But...”
>That single syllable hangs in the air for several seconds, bouncing in between your ears like an echo.
>It promises hope for survival.
>But at what cost?
>As you let out a shuddering breath, Sunset continues, her words tickling at the inside of your ear.
>"But in return, you have to do a few things for me, got it?"
>Things.
>She's playing this smart.
>If she told you straight up what she wanted, you might have room to disagree on moral grounds.
>But as it stands...
>You gulp and nod fervently.
"Yeah, yeah, I'll do it."
>"Good."
>Sunset sighs, the hot air tickling at your ear as it works around until all you can feel is heat.
>And then your kegels give up the fight.
>You feel your dick bump against Sunset's knee and the world slows to a crawl.
>Cracking open your eyes, you see a look of surprise on the pretty twat's face.
>But as she sees she has your attention, her shock quickly morphs into a stern smile.
>"Oh? What's this?"
>She brings her knee up ever so slightly, applying pressure to the head of your dick and rubbing gently with the unforgiving bone underneath her soft flesh.
>"It seems somebody likes their precarious position."
>You gulp and try to protest, but Sunset seems more interested in your surroundings.
>The entire hall is clear, likely all the students hightailed it out of here when they saw what was going down.
>Still, after a moment, Sunset smiles and turns back to you.
>"Well, we'll get started on your first job. Come with me."
>Her small but strong hand wraps around yours, pulling you away from the lockers and deeper into the school.
>Somewhere, the warning bell rings, but Shimmer pays no attention to it.
>Leading you into one of the center halls of the school, she pushes open the door to the girl's bathroom and yanks you inside before you can protest
>While it doesn't stink as badly as the boy's, there's still a noticeable feminine stink lingering from the stalls.
>The walls look like they haven't been updated in twenty years, painted a disgusting pastel blue that's flaking in several places.
>After ensuring the room is clear, Sunset pushes you into one of the stalls.
>You stumble onto the ground with a small cry of protest, nearly ending up with your face in the drink.
>The door latches closed as you turn and see the smaller Shimmer towering over your prone form.
>With a devious smirk, she looks you over.
>"First order of business."
>One hand slides down to the hem of her skirt, pulling it up ever so slightly.
>Your breath catches in your throat, becoming fat and swollen as you spot a set of white panties, accented with orange and red dots across the expanse of the strained shorts.
>"You like panties, right?"
>Your eyes drift upwards as you give a mute nod.
>Sunset's lips curl into a smile, a flush of arousal evident on her face.
>"Well then, soak it in, Perv."
>You don't protest, jerking your gaze back to the promised land.
>And just like it, your mouth goes dry at the sight.
>Sunset has a pair of mildly thick legs, due in equal parts to ass kicking and lounging around, hiding thin strips of the fabric from view.
>Her ample ass is cradled by the polka dotted panties, a hint of the cheeks visible between her legs.
>Speaking of...
>Your eyes dart up to her slit, highlighted all the more by her tight fitting shorts.
>As you gulp down a breath of air, you see Sunset smile out of the corner of your eye.
>"Wow, you really do have it bad."
>The fingers of her free hand slide down and push aside the thin strip of fabric between her legs, revealing her plump pussy.
>The lips twitch tenderly as they adopt a pink coloring and seem to shudder.
>"This is your first job."
>She whispers, never taking her eyes off of you.
>"You have to get me off."
>What?
"What?"
>The playful look in Sunset's eyes vanishes in an instant at your question.
>Taking a breath, she builds herself up and glares at you.
>"Get me off, Perv!"
>She, she's serious?
>Your face burns at the prospect of tonging her snatch and you look away.
>It, it's not like you wouldn't like to, but...
>Even as you consider your options, you feel a pair of hands place themselves on either side of your head.
>Sunset forces you to look at her again, her face a mask of rage and embarrassment.
>"Did I stutter? Get me off!"
>You open your mouth to apologize, right as Shimmer clocks the back of your head against the toilet bowl.
>Your vision blurs as you feel your limbs go limp and noodlily.
>The back of your shirt rides up as you slump against the toilet, riding it all the way down to the floor.
>The dizziness and grey splotches begin to recede from your sight a few seconds later, just in tie to see Sunset position herself over top of you.
>A delicate sneer mars her face, but only for a moment.
>Then you're swallowed up by the darkness as she squats over you.
>Trapped under the hem of her skirt, no light seems to penetrate the confines of your cell.
>The pungent aroma of sweat and citrus, which tickled your nose last night, have now become overwhelming as the scent has no where else to go.
>You gag a little as your sniffer snuffles for more of the sweet smell.
>You can't stay here though.
>Flexing your arms to try and push yourself up, you find an unusual weight pressed down on them.
>Sunset's knees.
>In a panic, you begin to hyperventilate, a sudden, heady rush of carbon dioxide sending you for a loop.
>Shimmer shifts her weight, allowing the barest flow of fresh air into your confined space.
>From some far off distance, you hear her call to you.
>"Listen up Perv, I said it and I meant it. Get to work."
>For emphasis, she presses herself against you, letting you feel the thrumming heat coming from between her thighs.
>Looks like there's only one way out of this mess.
>Though blind, dazed and in unfamiliar territory, you hesitantly explore the tender flesh of Sunset Shimmer.
>As your cheeks rubs against her thighs, she gives a delicate whimper.
>When your nose bumps against her pelvic bone, she lets loose a breathy sigh.
>And when your lips at last find hers, she squirms, pressing herself down more forcefully onto your face.
>A forceful hiss escapes her lips.
>"More."
>And you can't do anything but oblige.
>As you begin to find a rhythm between tongue, lips and the occasional nibble, Sunset Shimmer continues to grind herself against your face, muttering a mixture of encouragement and degradation.
>"What do you think, Perv? Better than my panties, right?"
>You grunt, and she laughs, taking a moment to reach back and tickle your unceasing erection with a gentle crook of her finger.
>"No need to lie about it. This tells me everything I need to know."
>But eventually even the taunts fade away as you tongue her.
>Sunset's thighs tighten around your head suddenly, and you find yourself breathing in the breath you just let out once again.
>"Yes, yes! More, more!"
>Struggling to overcome the overpowering scent of Sunset and your rapidly shrinking air reserve, you attack her face flower furiously.
>With an uncharacteristic squeal, every inch of the wild woman tenses up for several seconds.
>Just as your head begins to spin, she relaxes the vice grip and you gulp down another breath.
>A few seconds later and she stands, her legs quivering as she stumbles to her feet.
>Her eyes are lidded and unfocused as she leans heavily against the wall of the stall.
>Gulping once, you hear her cough before she speaks.
>"N-not bad, Perv. I-I could have done it better, with my hand though."
>She trembles again before throwing the latch and opening the door.
>"Anyway... meet me after school today. I got another job for you."
>What?
>You look up at her, biting your lip.
"But what about me?"
>"What about you?"
>Staring into Sunset's eyes for a long moment, you make a motion down to your crotch.
>You could break up concrete with this boner from hell.
>Giving her a pleading look, your hopes are quickly dashed when Sunset laughs at you.
>"What? Are you serious? This isn't mutual favors, Perv, or have you forgotten that I OWN your ass?"
>Scowling, you look away and wait for her to go off on her own.
>The seconds pass, and then you feel a gentle brush of fabric against your cheek.
>Sunset's still there, wearing her condescending smile and holding out her panties.
>"Well, I guess it's to be expected, and what kind of boss would I be if I left you out in the cold? They're ruined anyway."
>You take the moist clothing away from her, still frowning.
>Sunset's smirk fades as she crosses her arms and sneers.
>"What are you looking at me for? You got another pair of panties, and you can even beat off with those to your heart's content."
>As you continue glaring, she throws up her hands in frustration.
>"Whatever, I don't have time for this. Just remember to meet me after school, got it?"
>Without waiting for your reply, she storms out of the bathroom, the door thudding shut behind her.
>You stare at the wall for a while longer, then look to the panties in your hand.
>Clenching your fist, you sigh and shake your head.
"Anon, what have you gotten yourself into...?"
>Several more moments tick by before you turn your attention back to the slick fabric.
"..."
>You sigh.
>And unzip your pants.
>And so began your own personal nightmare...


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>"...I shouldn't have taken that bet."
>Sunset Shimmer sighs, shifting her weight from one leg to the next, doing her best to keep her eyes away from your face.
>You're not really sure how you managed to get her in this position, but apparently you're silver tongue actually came through for once.
>At last, those green eyes of hers find yours, and the scowl returns full force.
>"O-okay. Here we go."
>With agonizing slowness, she lowers her hands to the hem of her shirt.
>The seconds tick by before she sets her lips into a scowl and begins lifting.
>Her shirt travels quickly up her middle, bearing her belly to the world, but stopping just below her breasts.
>Sunset's face contorts again and she quickly flips up the hem of her shirt to her shoulders.
>You grin and plan to catch an eyeful but before it can really register, she's brought her shirt back down.
>It falls back to her waist, the foul female fuming as she crosses her arms over her chest.
>"Well, there you go. Now get out of here."
>Wait, seriously?
>What a rip!
>You tell her as much, the bully averting her eyes again.
>"J-just shut up! I showed you my chest, the deed's done!"
>She looks pretty peeved.
>Do you press the issue?
>...
>Of fucking course you do!
>You deserve to see some titties!
>Through another minor miracle, you manage to talk circles around the increasingly flustered Sunset.
>"B-but I already... You..."
>With an indignant huff, the leather clad bully rolls her eyes.
>"Fine, you get ten seconds this time."
>Perfect.
>With another flourish, the top rises up, Shimmer bouncing a little on her heels as she comes back down, resulting in a jubilant jiggling.
>Her breasts are uncomfortably mashed in a too-small bra, providing a cleavage canyon any sane tit-lover would love to get lost in.
>You can almost hear the strain of the straps as she takes a deep breath, pushing them out further.
>Out in your periphery, you see her face coloring as bright as her hair, her breathing becoming quick and unsteady as the seconds tick by.
>She bites her lip, bringing her arms inward a little and pushing her chest every so slightly higher.
>Eight.
>Nine.
>Ten.
>...
>And yet her shirt stays up for several seconds more.
>At last, she realizes her time is up and snaps back to reality.
>With a sneer, she pulls her shirt down and storms off with a flick of her wrist.
>"Pervert. I hope you die!"
>As you stand there, trying to sort out what just happened, the faintest hint of female scent tickles at the edge of your senses.
>You can't help but smile as you consider the implications.
>Further investigation is definitely warranted.
>A few days later, you get your chance.
>Sunset has just booted Snips and Snails off to class, managing to clear the entire hall in the process.
>You stroll up behind her as she is jimmying her locker open.
>She doesn't notice as you stop behind her.
>With a devious grin, you check to make sure the coast is clear, then slide your hands under her raised arms, and grab a double handful of breasticles.
>Shimmer squeaks in surprise, nearly leaping out of her skin as you give some experimental squeezes.
>They're tender to the touch, giving way under your hungry gropes, but firm and carrying a great deal of heft
>You can feel them threatening to spill over out of the cups.
>It's a magical experience, one that takes all of your willpower to prevent popping the stiffy that would signal the end times.
>The Bonerpocalypse.
>As you're drooling over Sunset's hills, the busty bully gathers her wits and glares back at you.
>"Get your hands off me, you creep!"
>Her face is tomato red, even more so than before, and you can feel her breasts heaving into your touch.
>"I, I'll kill you!"
>...Whoops, you've probably fucked yourself over with this one.
>Nobody around to stop you means no witnesses.
>You're going to be wearing cement shoes at the bottom of the swimming pool by the end of the day.
>With a nervous laugh, you decide to make the best of things and give your ample agitator another affection squeeze.
>Shimmer flinches, biting down hard on her lip as you do.
>Her knees quiver ever so slightly as she unconsciously arcs her hips back towards yours.
>After a few seconds, she returns to normal and hurriedly slips out of your grip.
>Her cheeks are pale as she stammers once or twice before shaking her head and fixing you with a glare.
>"T-touch me like that, no, if you even LOOK at me again, and I'll rip your balls off!"
>She hurries off to class, leaving you dumbfounded.
>She didn't even get her books.
>You glance at her locker, still half ajar, and grin.
>More investigation is required.
>A quick check of her locker shows that Sunset Shimmer is a pretty normal girl.
>She keeps a spare compact in her locker, along with a few generic makeup items.
>Her books are well worn and scraps of torn paper little the bottom of the metal box.
>There is that weird obsession she has with horses, they're pasted everywhere inside, but eventually you find what you're looking for.
>Pulling out a few of her notebooks, you the locker shut and hightail it out of there before she comes back.
>You don't stop until you get to the gym.
>No one's using it at this time of day, giving you the chance to sit down and read in peace.
>Most of them are notes, real boring stuff.
>Sunset doesn't have very good penmanship either.
>As you flip through page after page of math notes, something catches your eye.
>Written in a furious, tight script along the margin:
>'Trixie saw me changing for gym today. Said my breasts would fit better on a porn set. Remember to humiliate her tomorrow.'
>You blink a little in confusion, and go back a little further.
>Another, this time about Rose and her sisters.
>Something having to do with an off-color comment about breasts and bread dough in home ec.
>Now that you know what you're looking for, you start finding notes everywhere.
>Not always revolving around her chest, but those seem to be the most angry.
>As you're switching between folders, there's a resounding clack as the door clicks shut.
>You glance up from your reading and see Sunset Shimmer standing there, shoulders heaving as she glares at you.
>"What do you think you're doing, pervert?"
>Uh oh.
>Think fast Anon.
>You offer her a sheepish grin before inspiration strikes.
>You lips turn into a cruel smile as you heft one of the folders and wave it in her direction.
>It's not even necessary for you to say anything, the color drains from Sunset's face in an instant.
>She knows you know.
>Sunset's eyes betray her fear as her mind scrambles for a response.
>They flit from the folder, to you, and back to the incriminating evidence in your hand.
>You give it another shake for good measure before finally saying you know what she's been up to.
>There's a huff of protest from the bully as she cocks an elbow onto her hip and dons an uncertain smirk.
>"So what? It's not like I'm worried about it or anything. All I have to do is take them back, no one will believe you otherwise."
>You resist the urge to flinch.
>She's got a point.
>Grinning, you take out your phone and snap a quick picture of one of the pages.
>Sunset's stunned expression is liberating.
>"Wh-what did you do?"
>She growls, taking a long step forward, her eyes burning with a boundless rage.
>"Get rid of it! Now!!"
>You tut and shake your head.
>For good measure, you shake your phone as well.
>Her eyes follow it with a barely restrained fear.
>If she wants to make a deal, you're more than willing, but it has to be something worthwhile.
>You tell her as much.
>Watching Sunset squirm is enough to get your motor running again.
>That uncertain shifting of her weight from side to side is so out of character, so incredibly girlish, that you can't help but feel as though you're lording your strength over her.
>At last, those hate-filled green eyes meet yours.
>"Fine, we'll trade."
>With a sigh, she brings her hands up to her chest and offers a strained smile.
>"You like these, right? How about I give you another peek?"
>More titties?
>Hard to argue with.
>The idea is incredibly appetizing, but why stop with just a look?
>You shake your head and jerk your thumb upwards a few times.
>Sunset colors and averts her eyes.
>
>"Then, what if I'm braless?"
>Your boner leaps at the opportunity, like a dog chained to a tree desperately trying to give chase to something just out of reach.
>Now we're getting somewhere.
>You nearly agree before a new line of thought begins.
>How far can you drag this out?
>Scratching your chin in thought, you try to contain your excitement and look disinterested.
>After all, you've already gotten to feel her up.
>You fully expect her to start threatening you as you reconsider her previous offer, but when she opens her mouth again, she makes sweetens the pot.
>"Fine, I, I'll rub them against you."
>All too quickly she averts her eyes, her cheeks redder than any tomato could hope to be.
>After several seconds of silence, she turns to you, her eyes burning again as she sneers.
>"What, still not good enough for you? You disgusting pig!"
>Recoiling from your seat, you try to suppress the sudden grip of fear on your heart.
>You stammer out a weak response about how you were surprised, but her offer sounds good enough.
>Sunset clenches her fists repeatedly before she turns and locks the door.
>"Fine. But you better enjoy this while you can, because I'm going to make your life a living hell after today."
>Your pants feel two sizes too small as the Queen Bitch moves up the bleachers with a practiced, hip swinging grace.
>She stops in front of you, her face contorted in a mixture of disgust, hatred, and something else.
>You consider reneging, when she rolls her jacket off her shoulders.
>It hits the ground with a weighty plop.
>Your eyes jerk from the mass of leather back to Sunset as she whips her shirt off with a flourish.
>As you expected, she's trapped her twin titans in a cage far too small, making her appear smaller than she actually is.
>Her skin shows the faintest hint of irritation from constantly rubbing against the cups.
>After several hesitant seconds, her hands slide behind her back and begin working.
>The click echoes throughout the gym like a pin dropping in the stillness, followed shortly after by the bra itself.
>Your mouth hangs slack as the promised land jiggles before you.
>Gravity does wonders for the girl's gazongas, sacrificing perk for mass as the settle into place a little lower on her chest.
>Sunset averts her eyes and unconsciously crosses her arms over her chest.
>Even still, the edges of her breasts rub against the inside of her biceps, threatening to rise up and over the half-hearted covering of her arms.
>"So, are we going to do this, or are you just going to stare, because I'm fine with that."
>Though your mouth is completely dry by this point, you manage to croak out for her to continue.
>Giving an indignant huff, Shimmer rolls her eyes and steps closer.
>From your seated position, her bare breasts are right at eye level.
>After a few hesitant seconds, you feel fingers at the back of your head before you are unceremoniously pulled into Sunset's valley.
>The sudden motion has you gasping for air, but as the swollen, supple flesh rubs against either side of your cheek, you find the complaints of your lungs to be secondary.
>Marvelous mams massage your face, cheeks and neck as your nose bumps repeatedly against her breastbone.
>A scent of peaches and cream tickles at the edges of your senses.
>If there is a heaven, you're pretty sure it has nothing on this.
>More.
>You have to have more.
>Lifting your hands, you almost make it to her chesticles when you hear Shimmer tutting at you.
>"Hold on there you bad boy. I'm the one who touches, not you, remember?"
>There's a mocking tone in her voice that simultaneously infuriates you and makes you hard as a rock
>When you don't try anything else, Sunset gives a breathy chuckle and juggles her jubblies against your head again
>This...
>This really is too much.
>But not enough at the same time!
>Feeling more frustrated by the second, you scowl and decide that you'll take your chances.
>Your hands lift again, but instead of going for her chest, they grab her right at the broadest point of her hips.
>Sunset makes a confused sound that grows into a squeal of near terror as you pull her into your lap
>The close proximity forces her breasts into your collarbone, forcing them further up into your face.
>In a word, it's wonderful.
>However, the bully's affectionate playing quickly turns to fury as she begins pounding on your shoulders.
>"Wh-what did I just tell you? Let me go, you pervert!"
>Pervert, pervert, pervert.
>She's always slinging that word around.
>May as well live up to it.
>You reluctantly pull your head from her cavernous cleavage and fix her with a glare.
>Sunset's eyes sparkle with something akin to surprise as you lower your head again and begin assaulting her titanic tits with your lips.
>Another squeal follows quickly as you work your way across the endless expanse of flesh, this one hitching several times over a few seconds.
>"St-stop, stop iiiit!"
>Her threat comes out more like a whine as you redouble your efforts, finding yourself rewarded with a squirmy Shimmer sliding her crotch against yours.
>You look up into her eyes, seeing them half lidded and fogged with lust as she continues bucking her hips against yours.
>"Dog..."
>She whispers.
>"Pervert, scumbag..."
>You latch onto her right nipple, earning a moan of approval from the captive cunt.
>The heat between the two of you is nearly boiling by this point and you can swear you feel her lower lips hungrily groping through your clothes, ravenous and ready to be filled.
>"Ingrate, filthy, disgusting degenerate!"
>Her hips rock furiously as she dry humps you, one hand coming up and toying with her unattended breast as a strained whisper escapes her throat
>"I hate you."
>The plump nipple between her fingers shifts to a darker color as she pinches it.
>Her eyes flutter as her spite becomes more enthusiastic.
>"I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!"
>Breathless gasps cause her to shudder as she struggles for air.
>"Of all the people in the world, it had to be a disgusting pervert like you, didn't it?"
>You're not sure what she's getting at, but there's no way for you to ask when your mouth too full of teat.
>So you suckle harder instead.
>A hitching, strained sound escapes Sunset's lips as her head rolls back.
>A faint flood of feminine scent assaults your nose as her hips begin moving on their own in short, furious bursts.
>The seconds tick by and you feel a dampness seeping through your pants.
>With a breathless grunt, the busty bully falls back to earth, her shoulders heaving as she lazily tucks out of place hair behind her ear.
>A slow, dopey smile spreads across her lips as she turns her eyes towards you.
>But when she meets your eyes, her expression changes.
>Pulling herself free of your grip, she gives a short scream and slaps you across the cheek, before delivering one big boot to your face.
>You drop like a load of bricks.
>By the time you shake off the stars, Sunset is gone and the evidence with her.
>You roll your jaw in a circle a few times.
>It's not broken, but you can still taste a little bit of blood running down from your nose.
>Best to get that checked out when you feel like you can walk again.
>You've got another ten minutes or so before the gym class comes in, so you decide to take full advantage of it.
>As you recover, your thoughts drifts back to the incident.
>It certainly didn't end the way you planned it to.
>Then again, you didn't really plan on her rubbing her tits in your face either.
>You grin at the memory.
>Well, there's only one life to live after all.
>May as well make the most of it.
>With a grunt, you roll forward onto your feet and grab your things.
>Your phone is too smashed to salvage, but that's no big deal.
>You got something much, much better.
>With a whistle on your lips, you stroll out of the gym and lope towards the nurse's office.
>Today was a pretty good day.
Epilogue:
>The next day you come into school and stroll up to your friends.
>The nurse insisted you wear some athletic tape over your nose, and you’ve got just a touch of black on the inside of your eyes, but once they hear the tale you’ve got, you’re sure to be king of the school.
>With a grin, you wave them down.
>They glance at one another, and then walk away, as though they hadn’t heard you.
>But you know that they had.
>You try again with another group of familiar faces, with similar results.
>Even the kids who usually give you shit are giving you more distance than you feel comfortable with.
>The only thing is, everywhere you walk, you can feel their eyes on you.
>By the time lunch rolls around, you’ve had enough.
>Stalking off to an unoccupied corner of the room, you plop your tray down and glare at the table.
>What the heck is going on?
>As you prod at your ‘lunch’, there’s a small cough, and a familiar teasing, though slightly venomous voice speaks in your ear.
>“Having a bad day?”
>A shudder rolls up your spine as Sunset Shimmer gives you a coy grin before sitting down beside you.
>She takes a large bite of her food, dabbing at her mouth a few times before smirking.
>“There’s no doubt in my mind that you are. After all, I made sure of it.”
>She…
>She was serious?
>The bully laughs a little as she sees your eyes widen.
>Leaning into your shoulder, she raises an eyebrow.
>“I have to say, you’re my best work so far. No one’s going to want to touch you with a ten foot pole.”
>Yup, it’s official.
>Your life is now over.
>As you hang your head, you feel a slender finger work its way under your chin.
>Sunset lifts your eyes to hers and smiles.
>“No one, except me, that is.”
>Before you can react, you feel her mouth press to yours, her tongue brushing playfully against your lips before she retreats and sits back in her seat.
>The entire lunch room is staring now.
>With a happy smile, Sunset leans into you, sliding up under your arm.
>She rests her head against your chest and looks up into your eyes.
>“But Anon, I want you to promise me something.”
>You can feel her breasts rubbing against your ribs, no longer constrained by a too small bra, the swollen mounds seem hungry to be touched again.
>“If a girl, any girl, tries to start something with you, you let me know.”
>An evil grin works its way onto the bully’s face.
>“I’ll make their life a living hell.”
>You gulp and nod slowly.
>Shimmer sighs and slides her hand along the inside of your thigh.
>“Oh, and, Anon?”
>Her lips press against your neck as she presses a single finger against the tip of your dick.
>“If I find you’ve been cheating on me… You’ll find yourself praying that I only take your testicles.”
>With a cheery laugh, Sunset returns back to a more appropriate attitude, rubbing her face against your neck and clinging to your arm like a love-sick girl.
>...What have you gotten yourself into?
~~~
"Yeah, see you soon sugarplum."
>You laugh into the mouthpiece of your cellphone and make a kissing sound with your lips.
>The girl on the other line does as well, earning another fit of giggles shared between the two of you.
>It's great being in a relationship after so long.
>Really, really great.
>Only, someone doesn't think so.
>"Ugh, are you going to be on the phone all night? This is supposed to be a party, a party!"
>Rainbow Dash sighs in frustration, resting her cheek on her palm as she rolls her eyes.
"Sorry, I'm getting dragged off again. See you soon."
>The voice on the other side says goodbye and leave you with a dead line.
>You stare at the phone for a moment longer before sighing and flipping it closed.
>Your drinking buddy gives an unladylike grunt and hefts her arm over your shoulder, leaning her cheek close to yours.
>Dash’s face is hot, stained red by six plus glasses of liquor and she shows no sign of slowing down.
>Slogging away the rest of her drink, she chuckles and fixes her eyes on you.
>“Now that’s better, don’t you think? No need to worry about anything beyond these walls.”
>You give a nervous chuckle and resist the urge to push her away.
>Rainbow Dash is an old friend of yours from your days in school, and over the years her affinity for fitness has only become pronounced.
>Once a relatively slim sprinter, she’s traded in her running shoes and lithe teen body for a more mature, muscular physique.
>She’s got very defined arms and a back that she has no qualms about showing off with a blue halter top, and a pair of conservative black slacks that she seems poured into, seams straining to contain her solidly built lower half.
>You catch your eyes wandering and jerk them back to her raspberry orbs, only to catch a teasing smile on her lips in the process.
>“What’s the matter, buddy? You see something you like?”
>Her fingers slide along the buttons of your shirt, toying with them as she works her way up and then down the length of the cloth.
>It’s not that this scene hasn’t played out before, Dash’s bi-monthly cheat week always ended up with you visiting the bars and living it up.
>You’d usually laugh it off and let her get the teasing flirting out of her system.
>But this is the first time in a long time that you’ve had someone you’re dating, and Dash knows it.
>You want to go through the usual motions, but somehow this feels more wrong than before.
>In a panic, your lips start moving before your brain starts thinking.
“S-Sorry Dash, but you know I’m seeing someone now…”
>Before the hurt can even register in her eyes, you’re already trying to apologize.
>But the young woman silences you by raising her finger to your lips.
>There’s an ache in those warm eyes of hers, you definitely struck a nerve, but you can’t bring yourself to talk around the slightly rough digit dragging down your lip.
>“Hey, we’ve been friends a long time, right?”
>You give her a slow nod.
>“So, what’s the matter, don’t you think I look good?”
>Her words are slightly slurred, but the pain is still obvious in her tone.
>When you don’t answer, she shifts her weight slightly and pushes her chest up in your direction.
>Along with the running shoes, she’d also thrown out all of her bras, her chest having swollen noticeably with her change in diet and exercise routine.
>Heaving and jiggling with each heavy breath, she sighs against your cheek and brushes her nose against your face nearest to the corner of your eye.
>“You didn’t seem to mind the attention before…”
>All right, you admit that Dash’s near constant flirtations made you feel like an absolute champ, but things were different now.
>And just as you’re about to tell her that…
>You feel her drag the tip of her tongue along your face.
>Just a very light pressure, starting at your jaw and moving diagonally to your ear.
>She takes a small nip at the flesh there before giving a gentle sigh, hot air washing over your tender skin like a wave of warm water.
>You do what any normal man in a relationship would do.
>You jump to your feet and wrench yourself away from Rainbow Dash in the process.
>As your chest heaves in a desperate attempt to calm yourself down, you see your drinking buddy slip even further into a funk, scowling at her empty glass.
>Words fail you, so you fall back on getting out and gathering your wits without hurting her feelings any more.
“I-I’ll be back in a minute.”
>Without waiting for a reply, you hurry to the bathroom.
>It’s relatively empty, save for one guy pissing in the urinal.
>You both tilt your heads up at one another and you move straight to the sink.
>After a few seconds of fiddling, water gushes down into the bowl.
>A few splashes to the face later and you’re supporting yourself on the sink with your arms, staring down at the water as it circles the drain before disappearing.
>What are you even doing?
>Spending a night out at the bar.
>You’ve got responsibilities now.
>You should be at home with…
>“’Scuse me.”
>Your thoughts are interrupted by the man as he nods to the still running water.
“Oh yeah, my bad.”
>You step out of the way and let him wash his hands.
>He dries them on his pant legs and gives you another nod of the head as he walks back out into the bar.
>What a headache.
>Bringing your fingers to your temple, you sigh and close your eyes, trying to figure out how to approach this situation with Dash.
>For as hard and cool as she tries to appear on the outside, she has a tendency to get hurt and hold a grudge.
>You don’t want that.
>But you can’t be out here all night either.
>As you continue to wrestle with what to do, the bathroom door squeaks open.
>Opening your eyes, you turn to see who’s come in and acknowledge them at least.
>Only…
“D-Dash?”
>The woman with the wild colored hair gives a short snort and runs a hand under her nose.
>She’s wearing a prominent scowl and doesn’t seem inclined to move herself to the right bathroom as she takes a drunken step towards you.
>You sigh and move to help her to the door.
“What are you doing in here? You’re not sloshed enough to think this is the wom-”
>Right as you walk into range, Rainbow moves again.
>With a surprising amount of finesse for someone of her size, she covers the three strides between you with ease.
>You blink and feel her cover your mouth again, only this time with her entire hand rather than just a finger.
>Still trucking away, she places her other hand on the small of your back and all but knocks you off your feet as she carries you towards the far wall stall.
>Your head clacks against the door as it bursts open, leaving the space between your ears ringing as your shoes find purchase of the floor again.
>Dash gives an almost inhuman growl as she shoves you onto the toilet, latching the stall door closed.
>Through some miracle, you don’t fall through the toilet seat, but before you can shake off the stars your drinking buddy is on you again.
>Her well-formed legs straddle your hips and your chin finds a comfortable resting place in the valley between her breasts.
>As your dick begins to react on its own to the hard, yet soft figure on top of you, Dash gives a menacing grin and grinds her clothed crotch against yours.
>“See? I knew you liked my teasing.”
>Well, as much as you might try to deny it, your body certainly wasn’t opposed.
>Still, you reach your hand up to shove her off of you, but can only manage to get a handful of boob before your head begins to ache again and your arm drops back to your side.
>“Aw, poor baby’s all tuckered out.”
>There’s a mocking tone in her voice, but it carries with it a gentle, almost motherly quality that sends shivers down your spine.
>“Don’t you worry; just let Dash take care of everything…”
>The tang of fruity liquor still lingers on her breath, but her fingers move with a practiced grace as she pulls your pants down around your knees and then drops her own drawers.
>Settling back down into your lap, she makes a few teasing passes with her barely clothed snatch over your erection.
>Just as she’s getting into it, you manage to get some sense back in your head.
>You reach up, grabbing her shoulders and shaking your head.
“Dash, what are you doing?”
>She freezes at your touch, her eyes going wide as if realizing what she was about to do.
>“Oh, oh jeez…”
>Heaving a sigh of relief, you close your eyes and smile.
>That was close.
>She almost did something you’d both regret.
>“I’m, I’m sorry...
>Just as you’re about to tell her everything’s fine and to forget the whole incident, you feel her hands grab both sides of your head.
>There’s a resounding thud that makes your teeth clatter about as your skull collides with the porcelain toilet tank.
>Your arms drop again as Dash whispers in your ear.
>“I’m sorry about that, I really am. But I just can’t take it anymore.”
>In the haze and confusion of pain and arousal, you feel your dick suddenly surrounded by a warm wetness.
>It suckles hungrily at your shaft and you watch as Dash’s eyes all but roll back in her head as she begins to bounce her robust rump off your thighs.
>Her tongue snakes out ever so slightly, caught between her lips as she continually moistens them, making small, quiet sounds of pleasure as the time between bounces decreases.
>The muscles in her overtrained snatch milk your cock with deep, succulent slurps, earning a few grunts of pleasure from you as well.
>Before long, her top gives up any hope of containing her boisterous bust, her breasts falling free and bouncing up into your face, slapping at your face, chin, and neck.
>“Ah, that’s it. God, I should have done this ages ago.”
>Dash’s voice has taken on a tired throaty quality, sensual and affectionate as she grinds herself on top of you.
>After another moment, she slows her pace and places a hand on either side of your face.
>Her cheeks burn in a mixture of excitement, arousal and embarrassment as she presses her lips to your, whispering.
>“I want you to kiss me.”
>When you don’t immediately respond, she grunts and forces her tongue between your lips.
>Somewhere between getting smacked in the face with titties and getting your face sucked off, clarity returned and now reason was screaming at you to push her away and make a break for it.
>This was rape, plain and simple!
>But you could get away now.
>You could go home.
>You could even admit to what happened.
>Your girlfriend would surely understand.
>Just, lift up your hands to her shoulders and shove her off.
>As Dash continues to jam her tongue down your throat, you lift your arms.
>Just, push her away.
>After several agonizing seconds, they finally find purchase and you flex them.
>Rainbow gives a girlish whimper as you force her hips back down onto yours, filling her fully and running your tongue alongside hers.
>In your head, a part of you is screaming.
>But it’s being quickly drowned out by the ceaseless supple suction of Rainbow’s cooch.
>Thoughts of your lady waiting at home are quickly replaced by the idea of sucking and tugging away on the athlete’s hardened nipples.
>Right now, Dash is all that matters.
>After a prolonged battle, she pulls her lips away from yours, focusing again on filling her snatch.
>“Oh, oh fuck, now you’re getting into it.”
>Rainbow pants relentlessly between her words, sweat dribbling down her forehead.
>You give a grunt of a reply as Dash suddenly tightens, gritting her teeth as she closes one of her eyes.
>“W-Well, better late than never, I guess… now hurry up and cum, would you?”
>You’re more than happy to oblige.
>Rainbow continues flexing around your sputtering stick for several seconds more before dragging her hand between her legs and quickly frigging herself to her own orgasm.
>In a blissful post-coital haze, Dash collapses forward until her head rests on your shoulder.
>Her curvy, muscular body seems to twitch all over as she shudders.
>With the burning fire sated the ache in your head returns, as does the realization of what happened.
>What on earth do you do now?
>...
>It’s been two months to the day since the incident in the bar bathroom with Dash.
>Out of concern for your relationship, you didn’t say anything to your girlfriend.
>On some level, she knew that something was wrong, but she could never quite figure out what it was.
>One thing was for sure, she called a lot more.
>And you were a lot more irritable because of it.
“Yes, I promise I’ll be home soon.”
>You pinch the bridge of your nose between your thumb and forefinger.
>She always asked that, and it always made your heart ache.
>The harpy gives another squawk in your ear and you sigh.
“It’s just a few drinks with Dash, I promise.”
>More complaints.
“Well she’s my friend and I’ve known her a hell of a lot longer than I have you!”
>Silence
>And then…
“Yeah, you know maybe it would be good if…”
>Your voice trails off as you shudder, your eyes rolling back in your head.
>A concerned question over the phone as you snap back to reality.
“No, no, we should take a break. I’ll come by tomorrow and pick up some things, we can talk more then.”
>You end the call and stare down at the prismatic mess of hair between your legs.
>Offering a wry smile up at you, Dash tongues your dick playfully before asking her question.
>“Trouble in paradise?”
>Despite the pang in your chest, the thrill moving up your spine causes you to smile.
“You could say that.”
>Dash hums in approval before devouring your softening dick with her mouth.
>You bite your lip, reveling in the sensation.
>With a final pop, Rainbow sighs and looks up into your eyes.
>“You need a place to stay tonight?”
“I hadn’t really thought about it.”
>Raising her eyebrows, Dash gives your dick another affectionate kiss before murmuring.
>“I’ve got a nice, warm place, if you’re interested…”
>How could you possibly say no?


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“How about you give me my reward right now?”
>Sunset caves under your cocky grin
>"ARRGH... fine! I'll show you them... BUT you get only ONE quick peek, okay? I shouldn't have taken that bet..."
>She shrugs her jacket to the side, slowly reaching for the hem of her shirt
>As her fingers grasp the purple fabric, she hesitates
>Her face contorts into a smirk as she lets go of the shirt and places her hands on her hips
>"How about we make this more... interesting?"
"You're not getting out of this Sunset,” you say
>That half-court shot she bet you couldn't do was mostly a fluke and you'd be damned if it didn't entitle you to some orange titties
>She smiles cruelly (although you didn't know if she knew any other way to smile)
>"How about double or nothing then?"
>She gestures towards the basketball you made the shot with, half way across the empty school gym
>Part of you wants to call her out and show her tits already, but another part of you is intrigued
"And what would the reward be?"
>She gestures to the rest of her body
>"You get to see everything," she walks up to you, pressing into your chest with her own, "and maybe a little something extra, all you have to do is make a full court shot on the first try."
>Your logical, reasoning mind thinks the idea of betting guaranteed titties against almost certain failure is foolish, “Just take the titties and be glad you got to see some in real life."
>Your dick, however, is has its own argument that "Holy fuck, one of the hottest chicks in school might get naked for you! ANYTHING is worth that chance!"
>While thinking about this, Sunset has started surreptitiously gliding a hand up her thigh, dragging her skirt up just a bit to show the barest hint of undergarment
>Dammit all!
>Dick wins this debate, but only because of outside interference
"Fine,” you exhale, unaware that you were holding your breath while looking at her
>Her face drops back into a smirk as you turn and retrieve the ball
>As you line up the shot at the other end of the court your rational mind berates you for letting go of a sure thing, especially when you try and guage the distance between you and the opposite hoop
>Letting out a deep breath, you wind your arm back, pray to the gods of SLAM, and let loose the ball
>Time slows down as the dimpled surface of the rubber orb spins in the air as it arcs gracefully towards what, for you, will be heaven
>The ball comes down and... bounces off the ring and into the air once more
>Your heart at first sinks, and you can almost hear Sunset's mocking voice calling you a loser
>But, once more, the ball comes down, skimming off the backboard and sinking with an audible swish
>You let out a loud woop and start moonwalking in celebration of the once-in-a-lifetime shot towards Sunset, whose jaw is still hanging as she watches the ball bounce
"What did you think of THAT!" you say, wearing you shit-eatingest grin
>Still in mild shock, she shakes her head clear and sighs, knowing she can't back out
>"Follow me,” she says, already halfway to the locker rooms already
>You gesture towards your accomplice under the bleachers while her back is turned, the signal to follow, while watching the swaying hips of the school bully
>You hope Norman got the signal, because Sunset was smart enough to take your phone away before you made your original shot
>Today was a good day... and it's about to get more interesting
>As you walk into the locker room you are hit with the usual smell of deodorant, sweat and cleaning fluid
>You figure that the Janitor has already made his rounds this afternoon, a plus considering the show you're about to receive
>Sunset, having entered before you, is standing with her arms crossed and an expectant look on her face
>"I don't have all day, so sit down so we can start."
>You sit on the hard wooden bench between the rows of lockers and prepare yourself for any more attempts she could make to get out of this
>To your surprise she begins slowly taking off her jacket, tossing it towards you with a smirk
>She closes her eyes and sways to unheard music as she runs her hands up her body and fluidy takes off her shirt, revealing a lacey purple bra holding your original prize
>She tosses her shirt towards you and watches as you eye her body appreciatively, her smirk still in place accompanied by a small blush
>You want to check if you're dreaming for a moment as the realization hits that Sunset Shimmer, one of the hottest girls in school, is giving you a full strip tease and seems to be enjoying herself
>You have to wonder, did she raise the stakes of the bet on purpose?
>Fuck it, think about that later because right now you're getting the show of a lifetime
>Sunset continues her sensual dance as she slides her hands down her flat stomach and hooks her thumbs into the waist of her skirt, slowly dragging the garment down her shapely legs
>Her panties, you notice, are the same color as her bra and hug her figure in just the right way
>She slinks closer to you as she moves one hand behind her back as she straddles your lap
>Your senses become slightly sharper, accentuating the warm mounds pressed into your chest and the fabric separating you, how Sunset's eyes shimmer (heh) as she delivers her sultry smirk, the scent that she carries of both perfume and her own feminine scent
>She must feel the hard bulge of the erection she has inspired as she shifts slightly in your lap
>"Would you like to do the honors?" she asks one hand having moved around your shoulder and another guiding your hand to the clasp of her bra
"Nothing would please me more,” is about the best you can come up with against her flirtatious assault
>She leans forwards and whispers in your ear "We'll see about that..." as she puts a light pressure on your hand
>You take it as the signal to undo the clasp and she quickly removes her bra, unleashing her goods into full view, which intensifies her blush
>You simply stare at her marvelous breasts for a moment, relishing the sight of your prize and further fueling your arousal
>She seems to like your response, if that giggle means anything
>"Go ahead, claim your prize." she delivers in a breathy tone
>Your response is to pull her in close with one arm and place your hand over one of her glorious mounds, stroking the erect nipple and rolling it between your thumb and forefinger
>Her breaths get deeper as you apply your mouth to her other, lavishing attention with your teeth and tongue
>Soft hums and moans are your rewards as you keep up the slow pace, the gyrations of her body against yours threatening to drive you into fever pitch as she spurs on your ministrations
>"Ha, I think you're forgetting part of the bet!" she manages to get out, just as your teeth find the hardened nipple in your mouth
>You raise an eyebrow as you cease your work, removing your mouth from her with a pop
>She smirks once more as she pushes against your chest, standing and turning her back to you
>She looks over her shoulder at you as she places her hands on her hips
>"I promised to show you everything."
>With that, Sunset glides her hands down her hips, taking her panties with them, slipping off her legs
>You now had a perfect view of Sunset, bent over and exposing her most private place to you, but when she looked back at you and winked...
>You would pass out from all the blood rushing south, if it weren't already in use making your pants uncomfortably tight
>She gazes hungrily at your crotch as she turns around, while you take in her full form
>The scent of her femininity has grown thicker as you take in her glistening sex, a neat bush of red and gold above pointing to its source
>She lightly pushes you onto your back, the wood of the bench unyielding beneath you as she strokes you through your tented pants
>You groan at the feeling, earning another giggle from her as she moves a hand up to your belt
>Unbuckled and unzipped in record time, she pushes both your pants and boxers down, unveiling your throbbing member
>The look she gives, part satisfaction, part arousal, was strangely fitting for the Queen of Canterlot High
>As she begins her ministrations you had to close your eyes from sheer shock
>She kisses and licks the tip, making you shudder as she takes your measure, working you slowly until you can open your eyes again
>At which point she looks you straight in the eye and seems to swallow your whole length in one swift movement
>Stars swim in your vision and you think you might black out, but for the blue eyes of the beauty servicing you, bobbing her head and basking in what she could make you feel
>But what could you make her feel?
"S-sunset, hah... get... get on t-top of me..." you manage to rasp out over the waves of pleasure
>She lets you out of her mouth but continues stroking you
>"And what would I do there?" she asks breathily, some of her usual mocking tone shining through
"For God's sake Sunset, sit on my face!" you manage to blurt out
>"Gladly, all you had to do was ask," she says teasingly, her satisfied smirk along with her full blush somehow making her even more attractive
>She gets up from her place between your legs and straddles your head, giving you a view of her sopping wet folds and almost drowning you in her intoxicating scent
>"You gonna just stare at it or—“ her words and victorious expression are cut off as you take your first swipe with your tongue, collecting some of the excessive essence
>You explore her needy womanhood with your tongue, giving experimental flicks and pokes that make the girl above you squirm and shift her hips
>Soon enough you hook your arms around her thighs, adding your fingers to the mix and drawing out louder moans from Sunset, who remembers that she left you unattended
>That situation is rectified as she resumes her previous occupation of seating your cock in her hot, wet mouth
>It isn't long before you feel your peak building and by the sounds of things, hers isn't too far away either
>As you savor the taste Sunset, setting off a loud moan from her, you also hear a clatter and snap your head in the direction of the noise
>You see a phone and a hand desperately grasping for it
>You can only pray that Sunset didn't hear it as you try to act like nothing happened
>Your work on building her up soon bears fruit when she starts writhing and moaning with greater urgency
>You're on the edge of your own climax, just the thought of what you're doing could send you over, and so you attempt to synchronize with her
>So begins your final assault on her wanting sex, your tongue battering her clitoris as you suck on the sensitive nub, your fingers pistoning and curling inside her slick passage in search of that magic spot
>The results are almost instantaneous
>Her desperate moans build to a crescendo as she works you with her mouth at a frantic pace, pushing you over the edge as you begin to climax in her mouth, the first spurt of your hot seed coinciding with a small gush of her fragrant fluids
>You both ride out the shared orgasm gladly swallowing the other's fluids
>Sunset stands as you loosen your grip on her thighs, lying down next to you with her hands on your chest as you put an arm around her
"I don't know about you," you begin, looking into her eyes and seeing more than the sarcastic, domineering side of her that most saw. Her smile seemed more genuine than you had ever seen it. "But I think-"
>You're cut off by the sound of a door slamming closed in the gym, causing both of you to shoot upright, giving each other a look that means 'it's probably time to panic'
>The shower you were about to suggest is forgotten as you scramble to clean yourself up and Sunset attempts to redress
>With a splash of water from some nearby sinks and liberal use of paper towels, you quickly wipe away the traces of Sunset's juices from around your mouth. You grab a stack and toss them to her as she fastens her skirt
>You probably wouldn't fool anybody that was looking closely, seeing as both of you were still flushed from exertion and carried the faint scent of sex, along with sweat
"I'll go out there first and see if we're in deep shit or not," you tell her as she tries to put a boot on the wrong foot
>"You do that and I'll try to sneak out," she replies
>You nod, preparing yourself for whoever might be out there
>As you walk out of the locker room, preparing for the worst, you are greeted by the still empty gym, as it usually is when school’s out for the day
"Hello?" you call out
>Over by the bleachers you hear a ‘psst’ as Norman's arm beckons you over from behind a pillar
"Fuck dude," you say as you meet him underneath the bleachers. "You nearly scared us to death in there! And what the fuck made you drop your phone! If Sunset finds out that someone was watching..."
>"Relax man, I was only trying to use the zoom function, but my palms were so sweaty that the bastard slipped out of my hand. But c'mon, after what you just got to do can't you cut me some slack?" Norman replies, his apology morphing into a congratulatory elbow as he wiggled his eyebrows
"Just give me the damn memory card from your phone and we'll call it even."
>Norman sputters and grumbles for a moment before handing the small card to you
>"So what are you going to do with it anyway? Copy it and send it to everyone? Use it as blackmail? C'mon dude, that thing's priceless material! Don't tell me you're doing nothing with it!"
>You consider your options
>If you sent it to everyone, it would probably get back to the Principal and leave you unable to finish senior year. It would also get back to Sunset, who could probably do something much worse than expel you, which also took out the option of blackmail
>Hell, why would you show anybody else? What you shared with Sunset was pretty intense, but you weren't sure if you liked her like that or if she liked you as anymore than a random hook-up
"I'll just keep it for now, I think."
>Norman looks disappointed and you roll your eyes
"How about, next week, I try helping you out with that Rarity girl."
>That get's him in a bit of a better mood before he says goodbye and leaves you alone in the empty gym
>You walk slowly back to the locker room, wondering of Sunset found a way to sneak out, when she appears from the doorway, relieved to see you
"Hey."
>"Hey, was anyone there?"
"Nobody important, but it looks all clear now."
>"Good, because I have to get home soon. You wouldn't... happen to be doing something tomorrow afternoon, would you?" she asks, looking uncertain
"Uh... I don't think I'm doing anything. Why?"
>"'We'll talk about it tomorrow,” she says, smiling faintly
>She walks up to you, wraps you in an embrace and kisses you softly
>"See you around,” she leaves you standing there, watching the slight sway of her hips as she retreats
>You just shake your head
>As you walk to the parking lot and your car you start to think more deeply on what happened today
>Strangely enough, all things seem to lead back to Sunset Shimmer
>She must have known that raising the stakes to a full court shot meant a large chance that your encounter in the locker room wouldn't have happened, Sunset pretty regularly gets her way
>But during your time together in the locker room she seemed eager, going well past what she promised in the bet
>As you get to your car you notice something in your back pants pocket: Sunset's used panties
>She must have slipped them into your pocket as you kissed
>Snorting as you opened your car door and sat in the driver's seat, you wondered if maybe she just liked messing with people
>Could she really genuinely like you? It was a slim chance at best
>People familiar with Sunset Shimmer wouldn't take a chance like that
>But, hey, you usually did well when the odds were against you
>You were a betting man after all


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>"Hey, Anon!"
>You flinch a little at the sound.
>Glancing over your shoulder, you spot your old pal Rainbow Dash jogging up behind you.
>You shorten your stride and allow her to catch up.
>The lithe athlete grins as she passes you, before turning and walking backwards through the hall.
>Face to face at last, she gives you a cheeky smirk and winks.
>"I gotta question for you, buddy."
"Yeah, what's up?"
>Without missing a beat, Dash delivers her K.O. punch
>"Who do you think is hotter, me or Fluttershy?"
>You sputter to a stop.
>Rainbow gives a short, sharp laugh as she puts her hands on her hips and cocks her head to the side.
>"Right? What a goofy question, I don't even know why I'm asking you. It's gotta be me. Thanks!"
>Dash gives you a short wave and hurries off, leaving you in your tongue-tied state.
>Staring at her perky butt as she rounds the corner, you shake your head and mutter
"What the heck was that about?"
>With a shrug, you continue through your day.
>At lunch, just as you're about to bite into an extra sloppy joe, there's a gentle cough and the clatter of a tray across from you.
>Fluttershy smooths out her skirt before peeking out at you from around her mountain of fruit.
>"Um, hi Anonymous."
>Weird, you don't really hang out with her, but whatever.
>Tilting your head upward, you shrug.
"Sup?"
>And then turn right back to your food.
>As you're scarfing away, Fluttershy stares at you, squirming in obvious discomfort before taking a deep breath.
>You pause your ravenous appetite for a moment, making sure to catch an inflated eyeful of the demure teen's stacked rack.
>Unfortunately, your sandwich goes down the wrong way as she gets to her feet and leans across the table, pushing said ginormous jubblies almost right into your face.
>"Anonymous, I was talking with Rainbow Dash, and she said you liked her more than me."
>Oh.
>Shit.
>As you try not choke on the spicy meat, you pat your chest and cough a few times, shaking your head.
>Before you can respond, Fluttershy gives an excited squeal, bouncing back into an upright position.
>...some of her bouncing longer than others.
>"Omigosh, I knew she was pulling my leg! Hehe, thanks so much, Anonymous."
>And just like that, the usually turtle-like Fluttershy hurries out of the lunch room, leaving an entire plate of fruit behind.
>You glance around a few times, then take a stab at some of it.
>No sense it letting it all go to waste.
>Seriously though, what a weird day.
>You're getting ready to leave when you hear a familiar voice shout again.
>"ANONYMOUS!"
>It never stops...
>Without bothering to turn around, you sigh.
"Sup, Rainbow?"
>She clocks you in the shoulder, scowling as she comes around to your front.
>Crossing her arms over her chest, the muscular girl looks you over and shakes her head.
>You're about to hit her with a 'sup?', when Fluttershy comes around from your other side.
>She looks extremely embarrassed, eyes focused on her fingers as she taps her thumbs against the knuckles of her index fingers.
>Great...
>After a few seconds, Rainbow Dash points to Fluttershy.
>"I thought we made it clear this morning that you liked me more, but Fluttershy said you told her the same thing at lunch today."
>The pink haired girl gives an apologetic smile, tucking a few stray strands behind her ear as she meets your eyes.
>"And, we were wondering if you could tell us which one you like more. If that's okay."
>You glance between the two girls and sigh.
"Seriously?"
>They nod in unison.
>Ugh, what a mess.
>Especially since you've got your eyes on someone else.
>You need to get out of this, quick.
>Thinking for a moment, you spot your escape and grin.
"Just a second, girls."
>Throwing your arm up over your head, you wave to a figure in the distance.
"Hey, Pinkie!"
>With an almost inhuman speed, the pink blur hurries over to you, wearing her usual broad smile.
>"Nonny! It's so super-de-dooper to see you again!"
>You wave her off and grin.
"Right? Anyway, I'm in a bit of a pinch."
>The frizzy haired girl's eyes widen in surprise.
>"Oh no! That sounds really uncomfortable!"
>Giving her a solemn nod, you point towards your inquisitive friends.
"Rainbow and Shy want to know which of them I like better. The problem is, I can't decide because I like them both equally."
>"WHAT!?"
>"Oh dear..."
>Pinkie giggles and brings a hand to her lips.
>"Hmm, that is a pinch. Well, if you like them both the same, I suppose there's only one thing to consider."
>In a blink, Pinkie's standing behind the girls.
>Her hands rocket under Rainbow's arms, cupping her small breasts and earning a surprised squeal from the athlete
>"Do you like your chest whimpy, whimpy, whimpy?"
>With a sparkle in her eyes, she bounces behind Fluttershy and makes a noble attempt to manhandle the timid girl's prodigious chest.
>"Or hefty, hefty, hefty!?"
>The topheavy girl whimpers as Pinkie refuses to remove her hands.
>"U-um, Pinkie... could you...?"
>The party girl looks at you and grins, giving Fluttershy's chest an enormous squeeze.
>As the animal lover gives a breathy squeal, Rainbow Dash smacks her groper's arm
>"P-Pinkie!"
>Red faced and panting, it's obvious the blue streak is out for blood.
>With a small whoop, Pinkie releases Fluttershy and runs away laughing, Dash in hot pursuit.
>Fluttershy wraps her arms around herself, shuddering as she tries to recover, leaving you plenty of time to walk away unnoticed.
>Maybe some day, you'll find the nerve to stop using Pinkie to make your get aways.
>Maybe you'll tell her how you really feel.
>But until then, she's the best wingman a guy could ask for.


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>be Anon
>you go to high school because earning a fortune by becoming a professional e-sports player didn't work out
>you try to open your locker in a desperate attempt to hide all the cheeze crackers from Trixie
>greedy bitch
>you hear people screaming and decide to look down the hall
>what the fuck
>that's Rose
>without her left arm
>people are just screaming, one or two people taking up their phones to call an ambulance
>besides the fact that she's missing a limb, something seems off with her
>she's pale, almost ghost-like, she doesn't even seem to acknowledge the fact that she's missing her arm
>maybe you should give her a hand
>hue
>but seriously what the fuck
>you've seen enough zombie movies to know where this is gonna go
>someone is walking up to her
>man, what a fucking idio—
>it’s Daisy
>DEFCON 1
>"Rose?, Rose are you alright?"
>no she isn't you window-licker
>you gotta do something quick
>tackle? no
>throw shoe? no
>tell her to back the fuck up? yes
"ROSE! GET AWAY FROM HER!"
>she turns around giving you a glare
>"What!? I can't do that, don't you see that she is in desperate need of a do—"
>she barely get to finish that sentence as the former classmate sinks her teeth into her friend's neck.
>blood starts spraying everywhere, and you along with every other sane person there, decides that it's time to fuck off.
>you're currently trying to process what the fuck just happened while running down the halls, stumbling a bit in the process
>not a winning combo
>almost at the exit now
>they can't give you shit for leaving if someone just got ate
>common knowledge
>right?
>you see the exit up ahead
>you haven't really got to think this through have you?
>just because you saw Daisy get bit doesn't mean that this is gonna go all Dawn of the Dead on us
>maybe the police is already on their way here
>maybe they are already in the school?
>maybe the dead people banging on the exit are actually just really good actors
>hold up
>you glance over the doors to confirm that there are in fact, dead people on the other side of them.
>c'mon, Anon, think. You've seen plenty of of movies about this, hell, even /k/ prepared you for this
>you have to find a weapon
>if you could get into the scrubs, maybe you could find something useful there.
>but first things first, you need to get away from this door
>you start heading to the stairs, looking around for anything that can be used as a weapon
>you start hearing screams coming from the same direction that you ran from
>you suddenly feel like you should move faster
>upstairs looks like a good option, the janitor is often up there, seeing as people like to piss in the trash bins or the occasional bag of weed lying around
>he got keys that opens every single door in this place, maybe you can get it off him?
>you make your way up the stairs occasionally tapping your fingers on the railings, the screaming making you more and more nervous
>alright, let's see here, you vaguely remember the janitor's quarters being somewhere here one the second floor
>having a look around, you notice a door at the end of the hall, half open.
>what's so much more special about this door is that it's also the one with the janitor sign on it
>the issue? there's blood leading in to it
>fuck


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>You are Anonymous, also known as the Adonis of Canterlot High.
>Third highest GPA in the school and a body carved out of marble.
>You could have any woman in town. Not just high school students. ANY WOMAN.
>"Come on, Anon! Ten more!"
>Unfortunate that your true love is the one who doesn't want you.
>The one person that all this work was for.
>Years spent training mind and body to be perfect for her and she still doesn't love you!
>"Jeez Anon, you finished the set, calm down."
>Your rage did have a tendency to extend your workouts.
>You once ran a full marathon fueled only by the fact that someone ate all the French toast before you could have any.
>You stop benching, put the bar back in its place, and get up to face Dash.
"Alright, what's next on the agenda?"
>"Squats followed by a jog around the town."
"Usual route?"
>"From the school to Sugarcube Corner, then from there we'll head to Sweet Apple Acres—"
"Ending with a race back to our street corner. We do this everyday, Dash."
>"Yeah, yeah, and you lose everyday."
>Implying you don't let her win just so you can watch her run.
>"Alright, let's get to squats!"
"Ladies first."
>"Then go right ahead, Ma'am."
'If only I was a girl, then she'd love me,' you think to yourself.
>You pick the barbell up off the floor and throw it on your shoulders.
>"Give me 50 squats!"
'Love me!' more of your passive aggressive thoughts yell back.
>Rainbow is your best friend, and she has been since kindergarten.
>You two got in your first fights then.
>You beating up boys who messed with her and she beating up girls who messed with you.
>Nothing more beautiful than a girl who can use her fists.
>"Hey Anon?"
'God, I love her voice,' the usual thoughts of admiration and desire say.
"Yeah?"
>"Why do you always stare off into space when we work out?"
>Telling her that you're usually thinking of her doesn't seem like a smart option
"Well you see, Rainbow, this is the only time I can uh... think!"
>"...Okay? Speaking of thinking, what do you think about that new girl?"
>You hated talking to her about women.
>As much as you hated the fact, you had to admit that Dash was a great dyke.
>There wasn't a single woman in this town that she couldn't turn.
"Blue hair, soft voice? I saw her talking to Rarity earlier, she's kind of pretty."
>"Do you want to get her first or can I go ahead?"
>Dash was the only person in town who could put butterflies in your stomach and turn them into fire ants.
>Maybe you can work this situation in your favor.
"How about a threesome?"
>"Ha ha ha!"
>T'was worth a try, fair Anonymous.
>She calms down from her laughing fit.
>"Man, you know I don't do dudes!"
"Yeah, I know that too well."
>"Are you still mad about that?"
"Oh no, all you did was cop a feel on my mother!"
>She shrugs off your shouting
>"Your mom's hot, dude."
>You ignore your building anger and instead decide that you and Dash should focus on squats.
>Before you and Dash embark on your jog around town, you cool down with some stretches.
>You have the pleasure of standing behind Rainbow as she touches her toes.
>Years of exercise has led to Dash's ass to be toned and perky.
>Her friend Pinkie Pie's affinity for sweets and friendship perfectly counteracts this giving Dash enough booty to, as the rappers say, shake what her mama gave her.
>You continue to stare at the magical beauty of Rainbow's perfect butt.
>You can already imagine peeling off her sweatpants and burying your face into the crack of her ass.
>"Jeez Anon, you might as well just take a picture."
>Come on Anon, you can be just as snarky.
>'I got it!'
"Not my fault you keep shaking your ass in my face. Jeez Dash, I didn't know how much you wanted the D."
>"Yeah, I do..."
'THANK YOU LORD!'
>Your wet dreams will finally come true!
>"In your dreams!"
>Ouch, that stings. Though you should've seen that coming.
>The crushing disappointment must've shown on your face because Rainbow stops smiling and looks concerned.
>"Hey man, what's wrong?"
>Now Anonymous, don't let her see how much that hurt.
"I just feel bad for you. Always hiding your feelings like this."
>Rainbow is silent
>You turn to face her but are immediately met with... a butt!
>The force of Rainbow's butt bump knocks you on your own ass.
>"You just got destroyed!"
>She did in fact just destroy you with that. You got knocked down by a butt.
>An incredibly fine butt, though still a butt.
>"Alright get up, ya pussy, we're goin' runnin'."
>You and Rainbow have began your run.
>From the school to Sugarcube Corner is only about a quarter mile.
>From Sugarcube Corner to Sweet Apple Acres is just a little more than two miles.
>There back to your street corner is another two miles.
>"Are you actually gonna run or just stare at the sky all day?!"
>Rainbow is a bit farther ahead then you due to the fact that you always hold back.
>At least that's what you tell yourself.
>She is actually faster than you but you like seeing how happy she is when "ya' gettin' dominated!"
>Though you are going suspiciously slow so you pick up the pace as you two past Sugarcube Corner
>"That's the spirit, buddy! Too bad you're still behind!"
"Yeah, wait until we're actually racing!"
>"Nothing's gonna change!"
>Since this is still a leisurely jog, you decide to look at the spectacle that is Rainbow Dash.
>Toned legs and butt, sexy lady abs, and her voice, oh, its sublime.
>You often had fantasies of making sweet passionate love to her,
>Balanced by the fantasies of brutal fucking.
>Sweet Apple Acres is just up ahead.
>You'll both stop at the gates and have Applejack countdown before you two dash back to your street corner.
>"You ready to lose?!"
"You ready to get fucked?!"
>"Nope!"
>A man can dream.
>You get to Sweet Apple Acres and see Applejack already waiting for you two.
>"Howdy, y'all wanna stay a little while today?"
"Sorry Applejack, I got stuff I need to do."
>"Yeah he needs to get destroyed in this race."
"That's it, today I'm going all out."
>Rage is like a turbo boost for men.
>You really did go all out.
>You must've really surprised Dash since, according to her, you tied.
>You were definitely about a foot ahead though.
>"Good job today, Anon, maybe someday you'll actually win."
"I won today."
>"So I held back, that's hardly a victory."
"I beat you today and I'll beat you again tomorrow."
>"The day you actually beat me is the day I suck your dick."
'Is she serious?! She laughed afterwards but maybe I can work it around.'
>The devilish plan forms in your mind.
"Then how about it?"
>"How about what?"
"How about I beat you in a race and you suck my dick?"
>"Sad that you need to make bets just to get laid."
>You're blanking on what to say back.
>You just got smoked, son.
>"I'll see you tomorrow, Anon."
>You watch her as she walks into her house, the almost perfect woman.
>You decide to go inside before your erection starts to form.
>Wait until you can actually take care of yourself.
>After walking into your house, you make a beeline straight for your room, a usual occurrence after hanging with Dash for a while.
>Throwing your bag aside you take off your shirt and lie on your bed for awhile to recap today's events.
>You almost beat Rainbow Dash in a race.
>Miss Cherilee "accidentally" flashed you.
>Your cousin told you some story about him banging Mrs. Cake but that's gotta be bullshit.
>You usually end the look back with the highlight of the day.
>When Rainbow butt-bumped you.
>For a split second, a split second, you had the greatest treasure of your life in your face.
>You'd typically use one of your fantasies for to achieve orgasm, but today, you had the real thing, sort of.
>Slipping off your shorts, your hand quickly slithers into your boxers.
>You rub your semi into full hardness as you try to remember the feeling of her sweatpants rubbing against your face.
>You find that you can't get off on that thought alone.
>You start wishing you could've caught her ass, wishing you could've held it in your hands.
>Wishing you could've rubbed your hard-on against her and she'd push back towards it.
>If only she would love you.
>If only you could look into her eyes as you two made love—
>You blow your daily load and bring your hand up to look at it.
'Maybe I should show her this, tell her that its all for her' you chuckle to yourself as you cry a little inside.
>...
>The next day.
>"Anonymous! Time to wake up!"
>You shoot up out of bed and rush into the bathroom to take a shower.
'There is no wake up call more reliable than mom,' you chuckle to yourself.
>After a quick shower you get dressed and rush into the kitchen to try and get some breakfast befo—
>Too late, your kid brother and Rainbow Dash have already cleared out.
>Rainbow always eats as much as she can since she can just work it off later.
>Your brother just has a big appetite.
'But dammit so do I,' you rage to yourself.
>"Mornin', Anon."
"Sup, bro."
>Ignoring the two, you head into the fridge, saying good morning to your mom.
>After an unsuccessful search through the fridge you turn back around to a plate.
>"I have to take care of my baby, don't I?"
>You blush and take the mom comment as Rainbow and your bro start snickering.
>Deciding to get your reveangence later, you happily chow down on your breakfast.
>"Hey, bro?"
"What?"
>"Dash is always over here and you too spend so much time together, why haven't you hit that yet?"
>"Jonathon Doe Nunya!"
>She used his full name, shit just got real.
>"What? I'm just curious."
>Dash is loving this.
>"Its a good question, Anon, why haven't you hit this?"
>You are hating this.
"I'm gonna head to school early, thanks for the breakfast, ma."
>"Wait up, I'll go with you."
>You can't escape.
>"So what made you wanna go to school early? Don't tell me you're turning into an egghead."
'I wanted to get away from you,' you think to yourself, you can't tell her that though.
"Just wanted to relax, take a little walk and clear my head."
>"And what exactly do you need to clear your head of?"
>Well shit, what do you say now?
>Better make up some bullshit.
"Uh..."
>Smooth.
>You look around for something to save yourself.
"Hey Jubilee!"
>Jubilee is a country honey with a body to die for.
>A MILF if you would.
>This is just your narrator's opinion of course.
>You think that she's a nice lady who is a bit fat, but deserves a good man.
>You fucking faggot.
>She's on a morning jog.
>Rainbow is already staring at her butt as you run up to jog with her.
>"Good morning, Anonymous."
"Such a lovely day, isn't it?"
>"Almost as lovely as you."
>Rainbow had run up alongside you both and was now trying to put the moves on Jubilee.
>"Why thank ya, darlin'."
>It is not very effective.
"She's right, Jubilee, these morning jogs are doing you good."
>"Ya really think so?"
>She blushes a little at your comment.
>You give Dash a cocky grin.
>Dash reaches back and brings her hand down on Jubilee's ass.
>She yelps and grabs her behind.
>"Anonymous, how could you do such a thing? The woman is trying to enjoy her jog and you take advantage of her like that!"
>Rainbow frequently throws you under the bus to get some pussy.
>"Anonymous would do no such thing. Shame on ya for tryin' to frame him."
>You are a bit of a goody two shoes, helping women with groceries, volunteer work, etc.
>Jubilee yells at Rainbow a little bit more before saying goodbye and jogging off.
>"What a bitch."
"Says the person who just tried to frame her best friend."
>"Come on man, I didn't mean nothing by it."
"Nope, I'm mad at you now."
>You walk away from Rainbow and head to school.
>You pretend to ignore her any time she tries to talk to you.
>You'll just forgive her later anyway, you always do.
>Entering the cafeteria from the main doors, you quickly snatch first place in line.
'Lucky my last period is so close,' you chuckle to yourself.
>You lean against the wall and wait for other people to show up.
>After about a minute of waiting a girl comes in.
>Light skinned with light blue hair and light blue eyes.
>Very light
>And very pretty.
>She walks over and stands next to you in line.
>Might as well start a conversation while the cafeteria is still quiet.
"Hi, I'm Anonymous. What's your name?"
>"M-my name?"
>A typical reaction when it comes to shy girls.
>"It's Coco."
"That's a nice name. You're new here, right?"
>"Yes, yesterday was my first day."
"How are things going so far?"
>"Everyone's been very nice so far."
"That's good. Make a lot of friends?"
>"Well..."
>Not everyone can be blessed with amazing people skills like you
"You can sit with me and my friends if you'd like."
>"Oh. Thank you."
>You made a new friend, Anonymous!
>Cue the Legend of Zelda item find music!
https://youtu.be/737y4Mvxai8
>Now that you and Coco have your lunch and people are starting to fill in, you lead her to your table.
>Typically the table consists of Rainbow and her friends.
>Pinkie Pie, Twilight, Flutterbutt, Applejack, and Rarara.
>Nicknames are fun but not everyone can have one.
>You take your usual spot and Coco sits next to you.
>Right where Rainbow sits.
>One by one they come and sit at the table, Rainbow being last. Usually trying to get some other kids' lunches.
>When she does come over she pushes you over so she can sit on your other side.
'Weird, she usually can't stand someone taking her spot,' you think to yourself.
>Lunch goes by with nothing out of the ordinary happening.
>The girls talk about their days.
>Coco starts making friends.
>You think you flirted with Coco a little but you can't be sure.
>You weren't trying to it just happened.
>After lunch you go on with the rest of your day, only occasionally having girls make advances toward you.
>You enter the weight room and Rainbow waves to you.
>"Hey Anon, what's up?"
>That's an unusual greeting. Usually she just nods to you.
"Nothing much, Dash, 'sup with you?"
>"Well Anonymous, I'm proud of you."
'Okay, what the fuck?' a reasonable voice in your mind calls out.
>Before you ask why, she tells you.
>"Remember earlier when I tried to frame you to get in Jubilee's pants?"
"I do indeed."
>"You finally got me back by giving that new girl my seat. You betrayed me to get some pussy."
>She says she's proud but her tone sounds... hurt?!
>After all the times she's done that she has the gall to be hurt?
"Well for what its worth, I'm sorry. For the record, I wasn't trying to 'get some pussy'."
>You accompany those last three words with air quotes.
>"Whatever, let's just get to our workout."
>You start to do some warm-up stretches but then...
>"Excuse me, Anonymous?"
>That sounds like Coco.
>You turn around to face her.
>"Can I talk to you for a minute?"
"Uh, sure Coco."
>"I was just wondering, if maybe, you'd like to..."
>Poor girl looks terrified.
>"...Go out sometime?"
>That explains why she looks terrified.
>Many girls have tried, all have failed. All of them blocked by your love of Rainbow Dash.
>You can tell Dash is eavesdropping, she always does.
>So you decide to try and spite her a little.
"I would love to Coco, in fact, we can go right now."
>"R-really?"
"Yup, see ya later, Dash."
>Dash seems upset. You'll apologize later.
>...
>Several weeks later.
>You never realized how much of your time dating would take up.
>Of course that's not a bad thing, but your work outs with Dash had become nonexistent after that first date.
>You smile remembering it, who would've thought that mutual affection could be so great?
>Coco is actually a very pleasant person to be around, an all around very sweet girl.
>Though after spending almost a month only hanging out with her, it'll be nice to see Dashie again.
>You push open the double doors of the weight room.
>The weight room occasionally has others in it, you and Dash entering after everyone leaves.
>That is why its no surprise to find Rainbow working out, alone.
>She's doing squats and facing the wall.
>Donning a Grinch-like smile you sneak up behind her, slinking as if you're about to steal a Christmas turkey.
>You should steal her turkey.
>If you don't get the metaphor I'm saying you should rape her. Not like you'd take the advice anyway.
>You creep up right behind her as she squats down.
>Lifting your hand into the air, you swiftly bring it back down on her rump.
>As she leaps forward she drops the weight, which you catch in one hand.
>She turns around fists raised and furious faced.
>Then she recognizes that its you and jumps in to hug you.
>"Anon!"
>God that's cute.
>Until she realizes that she's being cute and immediately pulls back, looking mad and embarrassed.
>"How dare you smack my ass!"
>B-baka...
"Don't pretend you didn't miss me."
>"Oh were you gone? I hadn't noticed."
>She grabs the bar and turns back around to finish her squats.
>As she turns you see her smile. She missed you.
"So what have you been up to?"
>"Uh... tons of stuff!"
"Like what?"
>"Secret stuff."
>So nothing, she's been up to nothing.
>"What have you been up to?"
>You begin stretching as you tell her about your last couple weeks.
>You tell her all about you and Coco's dates. About how great she is.
>Too caught up in your stories, you don't notice Dash's rage slowly building.
>The same way your rage builds, vigorously working out.
"You ready for the best part?"
>"Sure," she says through gritted teeth.
"We kissed, my first kiss!"
>Dash throws the bar down, causing a loud bang throughout the weight room.
>"Let's talk about something else."
'Huh, wonder what's wrong with her,' you foolishly think to yourself.
>You decide to ask her why she seems upset.
"Hey, Dash?"
>"Yeah, Anon?"
"You upset about anything?"
>"No, why would you say that?"
"Because whenever I get mad I throw weights and work out harder."
>"And I'm not you."
>She is definitely mad. Time to put on your Sherlock Holmes hat and investigate.
'Hang on to your butts we're goin' in hot!'
"Rainbow, tell me why you're mad. Right now."
>She turns away from you and looks at the ground.
>"Its because you were gone..."
"What do you mean?"
>"What the fuck do you think I mean!?"
>Shouting and swearing! My word, how vulgar!
>"You're my best friend! You abandoned me for some girl! You left me alone!"
>You move closer to her and put your hand on her shoulder.
>She turns around and throws her arms around your neck as she kisses you.
>Though surprised at first, you waste no time kissing back, wrapping your arms around her and pulling her closer.
>You put all of your being into that kiss. Everything you are, your wants, your needs.
>You have waited for this your whole life.
>Its sloppy, but its passionate.
>Unfortunately the human respiratory system is still a thing and you two have to pull away to breath.
>But you stay close, just holding each other.
>"I'm sorry, Anon..."
"Sorry for what?"
>"For holding back, not letting myself realize I love you."
>You put your hand under her chin and lift her head to face you.
>You look into her watery eyes as you say...
"I have always loved you."
>You lean in for another kiss.
>...
>Two weeks later.
>You and Rainbow Dash have spent the last two weeks simply enjoying each other's company.
>The feeling of simply being around someone feeling like pure bliss.
>Sounds like love to me.
>Almost everyone was happy for you. Coco wasn't too upset either.
>Most people said that it was inevitable you two would end up together.
>God damn shippers.
>Now you and Dash lay on the hood of a car belonging to one Flash Sentry.
>He's not that bad of a guy, a bit annoying at times but I digress.
>You parked the car on top of Dragon Booty mountain. Weird name.
>Your hands locked with hers as you stare at the stars.
>"Hey, Anonymous?"
"Yes, Dash?"
>She rolls over on top of you, looking into your eyes.
>"I have a surprise for you~"
>That beautiful voice once again.
>"Close your eyes."
>You comply and try to listen and get a general idea of the surprise.
>You feel Dash get off of the car and you hear clothes shuffling.
>"Alright, open your eyes and take a look."
>Opening your eyes, you see both the most touching thing you've ever seen and the sexiest thing you've ever seen.
>Rainbow Dash now stands nude in front of the car.
>Her toned booty, her delicious little breasts, the lightning bolt design of her pubic hair.
>That's actually pretty cool how did she do that?
>The most touching thing is found on her right thigh.
>A large tattoo of a heart with the word "ANON" inside of the heart.
>A permanent mark of her love for you.
>And you didn't get her anything.
>You dick.
'That's it, voice in my head!" you yell in your mind.
>You decide to give yourself to Rainbow.
>Your first time will be with her.
>Technically her first time will be with you as well.
>"So are you gonna say something or just sit there and drool?"
>You have just been sitting there and staring at her.
>She had crawled back onto the car and was back to being on top of you
>You take action and start kissing her, rolling her onto her back as you two make out.
>Dash had made you a considerably better kisser in the last two weeks.
>You move down and start kissing her neck, like you've seen in movies.
>She groans a little so you decide to keep doing that, even nibbling a little.
>After leaving a decent hickey on her neck, you decide its time to initiate plan D.
>That genius name was created by yours truly.
>You trail your tongue down her body, stopping at... her bellybutton?
>Whatever floats your boat, man.
>You start licking around her bellybutton. And she starts giggling, even moaning a little.
>Looks like being obsessed with Dash is paying off. Surprised you remembered how sensitive her bellybutton is, you found that out like eight years ago.
>She starts pushing at the top of your head, urging you to go lower.
>You take the hint and are soon eye level with Rainbow's pussy.
>Of course, you've never done this before, and Dash has been with other girls sooo....
>You better hope your enthusiasm makes up for your lack of skill.
>The bellybutton play actually helped since she's not completely dry.
>You just dive in, licking all over her lady parts.
>Though she's not moaning loudly and screaming your name, the reaction she is giving you could be summed up as "not the best but good enough."
>You decide to try and take it slow and give each part of her pussy the proper attention.
>Beginning by tracing the lips with your tongue.
>The slow and deliberate movements actually pass as pretty good teasing and gets her excited as your lips start getting wet from a fluid that isn't your saliva.
>You lick the substance away. A somewhat sour taste but one you could certainly get used to.
>Moving on to the main course, so to speak, you begin with a long lick up the entire length of her lips.
>The guttural moan she makes is pure music to your ears.
>You top off the lick with a sweet kiss.
>Lucky for you that you accidentally kissed her clit.
>She makes an adorable squeak as she reflexively pushes herself closer to you.
'Sir, we've found a weak point.'
'Fire the tongue cannons!'
>It sure is lonely in your head.
>You launch your tongue at the nub that previously made her squeak.
>She makes more squeaking sounds as she locks her legs around your head.
>You begin circling the nub with your tongue and Dash starts going wild.
>"Ahh, Anon!"
>Her legs squeeze you tight enough to cut off your air supply as—
>WOAH! Never thought Dash would be a squirter.
>Your face is covered in love juices. That is what we call a bukkake.
>Dash releases her grip of your head and lies back, bathing in afterglow.
>Meanwhile in Anonymous's pants!
>Your dick is harder than solid adamantium. It must be freed from its jean-reinforced prison!
>You reach down and undo your jeans as your tent pops out.
>The feeling's a lot like that first drink of ice water after a hot summer day.
>You stand up and pull out Anonymous Jr. so he can breath.
>"Well, aren't we excited? I don't blame ya though, I am pretty awesome."
>Dash has recovered and is sitting up on the hood of the car.
>That sexy way, holding herself up on her arms while she's leaning back, legs spread out.
>Time for step two of Plan D: The D.
>You tiger crawl onto the car on top of her, passionately locking lips with her.
>Since you actually work out you're able to hold yourself up and move around her body.
>You try rubbing Anon Jr. against her pussy, prepping to penetrate.
>Put that on a t-shirt, instant profit.
>"Jeez Anon, I'm ready, you don't have to tease anymore."
"O-oh, s-sorry."
>You sounded like a bitch, best to cut back on the talking.
>You place your head at her entrance as you look into each others eyes.
>Slowly, you push forward and begin to make your grand entrance.
>She pulls you closer as the time draws nearer.
>The moment comes as you finally break her hymen.
>You can feel her pain.
>Not because of the bond you two share, because her nails are digging into your back and she's biting your shoulder. It feels like she's broken the skin.
>After sitting inside her for what feels like hours, she releases your shoulder and gives you a kiss, letting you know you're good to go ahead.
>You slowly push forward a little more, Dash's quiet groaning in your ear all the way.
>Whether its pain or pleasure is unclear.
>After getting in about 2/3 of your seven inches inside of her, its clear that's as far as you go.
>Pulling back out Dash lets out a moan right into your ear with every inch.
>Once only the head is left inside, you start pushing back in.
>The feeling is sensational. Definitely the greatest thing you've ever done.
>You start thrusting at a moderate pace, holding Dash close the entire time.
>"Anon, I'm..."
>You interrupt her with a kiss as you feel her clench around your member.
>You feel a strong torrent of juices hit your balls and soak your legs.
>She breaks the kiss and starts screaming in orgasm as you keep thrusting.
>You soon feel your own oncoming orgasm.
"Dash, I'm about to—"
>"CUM INSIDE!"
>You blow your load inside of Dash, emptying your balls of all your baby juices.
>After you finish spurting you pull out and collapse on the hood of the car next to her.
>You two lie on the car, staring into her eyes.
>"Hey, Anon?"
"Yes, my love?"
>You cheesy fuck.
>"We should probably get out of here before someone finds us."
"Yeah, I'll take you home."
>"Besides, it'll be more fun in a bed." She says with a wink.
>You give her an "Oh, you" look.
"I love you, Dash."
>"I love me too."
>God damn you love her.
>End Story! Roll credits.


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>"When it comes crashing down and it hurts inside!"
>Looking to your right, Sunset and Shining Armor lean slightly over the barricade in sheer excitement.
>"OH MY GOD!" Shining cried.
>"Woohooo!!!" Sunset cheered.
>"Ya' gotta take a stand, it don't help to hide!"
>Great. 'He's' back.
"Twi, do you know where the drink stand is?"
>"Well, you hur—'
"We just went past it half an hour ago! You had your chance to— oh boy..."
>"—I can't let it slide!"
>Twilight presses her palm to her face as she watches her brother's jumping and cheering the arrival of the immortal.
>She just knew this would happen.
>"I am a real American, fight for the rights of—"
>Rainbow still clutched herself on to your back to get a better view, not wanting to be squashed between the masses as she leans her head over your shoulder, giving your neck a nibble as she glances up at the TitanTron.
>You give her head a gentle pet as you reach an arm around and up to her as she clutches on tighter to your back to get a better hold of herself in position.
>What a day this'll be...


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>Be Anon.
>Having a normal day.
>Feel something strange.
>"Bang!"
>You dodge the bang coming from...
>Trixie?
>Oh hell no.
>You backflip behind Trixie and give her time to turn around.
>She looks mortified.
"BANG!"
>She gets tagged.
>"God damn it, motherfucker holy shit I will end you!"
>Trixie keeps spouting random shit while she walks away.
>Walk up and see Twilight.
>"Oh, hi Ano-"
>You put her in a headlock.
>"A-anon, what are you do—"
"Bang!"
>"What?"
"Oh, I'm sorry. Were you not playing?"
>"Playing what?"
"Never mind."
>Keep walking.
>See Principal Celestia.
>Quickly hide behind a locker.
>You hear her footsteps get closer.
>Closer...
>You trip the unsuspecting principal and do a fake gun cocking noise.
"Any last words?"
>"Might want to check your surroundings."
>You become distracted, surveying the area for any hazards.
>The Principal slides and kicks your leg, making you kneel.
>"You can't fingerbang me, bitch!"
>She tries to fingerbang you, but you roll and fingerbang her
>She puts her hands up for a few seconds, and then puts them back down to begin a slow clap.
>"Well, well, well. You got me. But are you ready for your last opponent?"
>It becomes dark.
>Jesus Christ, you can't see shit.
>Bright lights come on at once.
>You wince.
>You look up and see the announcers.
>It's the principals.
>"FANS, ARE YOU READY? IT IS TIME FOR THE FINAL BATTLE!"
>"GIVE IT UP FOR AAAAAANOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!"
>"Give it up for our bitch of a champion, Sunset Shimmer!"
>You hear a faint "Hey!".
>"Begin!"
>Sunset Shimmer begins to walk towards you
>You stand still, but you're on your guard
>Shimmer grabs your crotch, and you freeze.
>You're one confused motherfucker.
>You argue with your penis mentally
>"Shit, sorry boss! I'm stiffening up!"
"Shit, shit, shit shit..."
>You try not to freak out the crowd.
>You think of your grandmother, only naked.
"There we go."
>You do your infamous Tit-Slam, grabbing Sunset by the tits and slamming her to the ground.
>Stick your finger in her vagoo.
"Bang."


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>"Oh, Anon, you can't know how grateful I am to you for doing this."
>She leads you from the front door to a small room with a washer and dryer, with yet another door that opened to a dark room.
>"Here, I'll show you."
>She flips a switch, and suddenly the light floods onto a 1967 Mercury Cougar in a dazzling Pearl White.
>She's paying too much attention to the old muscle car to notice your jaw hitting the floor.
>"The engine doesn't fire up, so I thought you could fix that for me~"
>She leans over to you.
>"Right?"
"Y-yes, ma'am."
>She gives you a peck on the cheek.
>"Finish the car, and you'll get more."
>ohhuehue.jpg
"Let's get this started."
>You look over the car, noticing the interior, a bright purple, is in excellent shape.
>The electronics all work, except for the headlight covers.
>They don't open.
"Damn, why won't they open?"
>You look to the front of the car and pray to the Lord that the engine is intact.
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>The engine is dusty, but in great shape.
>The headlight covers are what you were looking for.
>You look to the front to find that somebody glued purple plastic film to them.
"Rarity...!"
>She barrels in the door.
>"What?"
"Do you know who could've glued purple plastic to your headlights?"
>She rolls her eyes, then prances on the tips of her feet.
>"Oh, I know exactly who."
>She rushes inside and doesn't return for another two minutes.
"Oh well."
>You carefully tear off the plastic, and try to check the gas and oil.
>First, drain the gas tank.
>Jet Fuel.
"The hell?"
>You then jack the car up and start changing the oil.
>Get a container and let it drain out.
>Doesn't come out right away.
>Suddenly,
>Sludge.
>Lots of thick black sludge.
"Oh god..."
>Rarity slowly opens the door to see you crouching down while a waterfall of black sludge flows from her car
>"Oh dear God! What is that?!"
"Well, it was motor oil."
>She goes back inside.
"Okay, then."
>You get a funnel and pour in some Quaker State.
>Yeah, fancy.
>You water the car down, but gently touch the vinyl convertible top.
>You put it down.
>badasscar.jpg
>She comes in to find her done.
>"Oh Anon, it's gorgeous!"
>She embraces you.
>"Now do you remember what I said?"
"What about?"
>She pushes you down onto the rear bench seat.
>"If you had a better memory, Anonymous..."
>She strips off a white sweater and her skirt to reveal a gilded purple laced bra and a white pair of panties with a purple bow embroidered on them.
>For one second, you thought you saw a stack of dollars hanging out of her panties.
>Doesn't matter now.
>She stares at you intently.
>"Now, Anonymous, where shall I begin?"
>She strips off your pants in seconds.
>"Pshh. Cheap fabric."
>Amber waves of pleasure ripple everywhere as your sight is impaired, but later comes back to reveal her large eyelashes bobbing up and down on Anon Jr.
>"Now for the decorations on this little outfit..."
>She strips completely and pounces on you.
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>She moves her hips to the right.
>Anon Jr, Cave Explorer.
>She sways back and forth for a little less than five minutes.
>She squeals for a few seconds for no reason.
>Reason found.
>You smacked her ass and you forgot you did.
>She's close.
>"Anon... Oh... If you so please..."
>She turns around.
>Her folds are on your face.
>You're close.
>icame.gif
>She orgasms with a loud squeal.
>Love juices all over your face.
>Tastes like marshmallows.
~~~
"Rainbow Dash, I know. Yes. Yeah, it's heavy."
>She opens the curtains and looks outside, seeing mounds of snow pile up everywhere.
"So where is it? Oh. Anyone with you? Sunset, Fluttershy, okay. I'll call Applejack. What were you driving? That's why you're stuck! You drove a 2-Wheel-Drive sports car in the snow! Fine. I'll be there with Applejack. Bye."
>Twilight puts on a heavy purple winter coat, jeans, and a set of boots
"Hey Applejack. It's me, Twilight. Yeah, I'm seeing this weather. So listen, I'm going to need some help, so could you bring the Jeep? Alright. I'll wait. Buh-bye."
>A few minutes later, Applejack came by in a bright orange Jeep Wrangler.
>"So, I hear Rainbow Dash and some others are stuck in the ol' snow"
"Yeah. I was thinking that if I brought the Raptor and you brought the Jeep we could get them out."
>"Sounds jus' fine, Twilight."
"Alright then, let's go."
>Twilight sprints to a purple Ford Raptor with a winch mounted in the bed and lifted a bit, Applejack with a rear-mounted winch as well, sporting a lift kit and a hardtop.
>They reach an intersection where there sits a blue 2014 Challenger R/T, a yellow 2014 Stingray ZR1, and a red 2013 F-Type strewn about in the median, all slightly buried.
>"Idjits."
"Let's just get this over with."
>Rainbow Dash comes over.
>"Hey guys, sorry to call you out here, but we needed some help."
>Applejack just looks annoyed.
>"It's y'all's fault for takin' those got-dang sports cars in the snow."
"Applejack has a point, Rainbow."
>Then Sunset emerges.
>"Oh, so Twilight's here to save the day!"
"Would you rather I not be here?"
>Sunset slinks back.
>"Now are we just going to argue, or get these cars out?"
"Let me try something."
>Twilight hitches a hook on the front of the Challenger, on the bottom bumper guard
>"Hey, be careful."
>Twilight climbs in the back of the Ford and starts the winch.
>The Dodge lurches forward, but the wheels are frozen. Twilight halts the winch.
"Rainbow Dash!"
>"What?"
>"You have to put your car in Neutral before I pull it out!"
>"Oh, sorry."
>She jumps into the car, slips the transmission into Neutral.
>The Challenger slides back onto the road easier, now that wheels turn.
>"Thanks."
>Rainbow Dash unhooks the winch.
>"Now, I'll do Fluttershy's—"
>Sunset interrupts.
>"Do mine! It'll be two feet under by the time you pull hers out!"
>Twilight places a gloved hand onto her face, which backfires and blinds herself with snow.
>"Bwahaha!"
"Whatever!"
>Twilight fastens an iron hook to the rear chin spoiler of the F-Type.
>It comes out faster than the Challenger, no doubt.
"Now for Fluttershy's car."
>Fluttershy is cowering in the front seat.
"Fluttershy!"
>Twilight knocks on the window, and tells Applejack to hook it carefully.
"Just put it into Neutral, Fluttershy."
>She rolls up the window and with a shaky hand, puts it into Neutral.
>Applejack's winch can't pull it out completely, so she has to go in reverse a little bit to completely pull it out.
>"Dang sucker wouldn't come out."
>Just as everyone is ready to go, something terrible happens.
>A white Bentley Flying Spur Speed is heading towards the display.
>It loses control and slams into the guardrail, then flips into the deep median.
>Everyone gasps.
>"Twilight, go see who it was."
>Twilight gently traverses the terrain, trying not to fall, and gingerly opens the door.
>Behind the airbag was a bundled tornado of purple hair, and there was the face.
>With small cuts along her forehead, it was Rarity.
>Twilight slammed the door, and sprinted up the hill, grabbing her winch hook.
>"Who was it, super genius?"
>Sunset was being cocky as usual.
>"Rarity."
>Rainbow Dash's color, the many there was, drained. Fluttershy fainted and Sunset was astonished
>She sprinted to her Challenger and grabbed several bungie cords.
>Dash latched two on the spoiler of the expensive sedan, and three on the bottom of the bumper, being careful not to touch the hot exhaust tips.
>She gunned the engine on the Dodge, which Dash crammed the huge Hemi in.
>"C'mon..."
>The chrome mag-wheels of the Mopar spun for ages, spurned by pure rage and hope.
>Twilight's Raptor was trying.
>The front headlamp bezels were smashed, the bumper was hanging on by a screw, the grille was smashed, the hood ornament went through the windshield, and the engine poured out black smoke.
>"Hold on Rarity..."
>The wheels of Dash's Challenger stopped, and the wheels of Sunset's F-Type and Fluttershy's Corvette squealed.
>Dash was leaning her head on the steering wheel, in tears.
>She then picked up, slammed the shifter into 3rd gear, and tore out.
>Then she went all the way to the 6th speed overdrive.
>A salt truck rolled by, dumping huge clumps of salt on the tarmac.
>Twilight's Raptor pulled a bit forward, with the help of the other three, and eventually flipped Rarity's Bentley over.
>Then something happened.
>Tires screeched, they didn't just spin.
>The road was thawing out.
>Fluttershy's Stingray was the first to notice.
>Then Sunset's F-Type,
>And Rainbow Dash's Challenger.
>They all used the power of brake-horsepower and teamwork to get the car.
>After Fluttershy and Sunset Shimmer had stopped, Rainbow kept going.
>"Rainbow Dash!"
>"Dashie girl!"
>"RAINBOW DASH!"
>Everyone yelled for her to stop, and she slowed her wheels, and just silence.
>Twilight carried Rarity out, and checked the rest of the car.
>Oh. Shit.
>Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo were in the back.
>Rainbow Dash stormed off, and spun her wheels until she fully drove away.
>Applejack rubbed her neck, Twilight had her hands cupped around her face.
>"Twi, I'll take this, uh, wreck, to the auto shop, you take everyone to the hospital."
"Sounds like a plan."
>Twilight eventually laid Scoots and Sweetie Belle along the back seat, then closed up the tailgate and sped towards the hospital.
>"Hello, Can I help you?"
"Yes, I have three car crash victims in the back of a purple Ford Raptor."
>"Okay. I'll call the doctors."
>Soon enough, Twilight left for her truck with a female doctor, with the nametag, "Redheart".
>"So what caused these wounds?"
"Well, the woman in the front seat crashed her sedan, and it flipped over into a median."
>"Ouch. So, the woman in the front has multiple lacerations around her forehead, and some bruising just about everywhere else. The children are fine, they just have some minor cuts. I'll get the doctors to take the woman."
>...
>Much, much later.
>"Wha...Huh...?"
>Rarity's eyes opened for the first time in 12 hours.
>Twilight, Applejack, Applebloom, Sweetie Belle, Scootaloo, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, Sunset Shimmer, and Fluttershy were standing around the room.
>"Rarity!"
>Sweetie Belle squealed and spoke for the first time since she woke up 2 hours ago.
>Twilight walked over to her.
>She gently touched her forehead.
"How are you feeling?"
>"A little shaken up... what happened?"
"You crashed into a guardrail and flipped into the median. You must've gone into a coma."
>"Where's Sweetie Belle?"
>She barely gets her neck over the railing of the hospital bed.
>"I'm here!"
>"So what else happened?"
"Well, you, Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo all blacked out at the hit. After I towed Sunset, Dash, and Fluttershy out of the snow, they towed you out in their sports cars. I took you all to the hospital, and well, here we are."
>Pinkie Pie perked up and talked about a Get Better party, as she normally does.
>Rainbow Dash was hugging Scootaloo.
>"I'm so glad you're fine, Scootaloo."
>"Really?! You mean it?"
>"Yep."
>Twilight kneels next to Rarity.
"So are you okay?"
>"Yes, yes I am..."
>She looks to the right.
>"How is my hair?"
>Twilight laughs.
"It's just fine."
>Sweetie Belle nuzzles her sister.
>"Hey everyone! Group hug!"
>Pinkie Pie exclaimed loudly.
>Sunset backed away, but then joined in.
>"Ah, screw it."
>Everyone crowds around Rarity and hugs.


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>It was a dark and stormy night.
>The students of Canterlot High huddled by the windows, watching the rain pound against the windows and the clouds swirl above.
>No one dared go out there.
>Only the few who most desperately need to be places braved the chilly winds and the icy rain.
>One of those people was you.
>You are Anon, and god damn it's fucking cold.
>But the cold couldn't stop you from your quest.


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>*CLOMP CLOMP CLOMP*
>"Hey Dashie!"
>Dash groans in frustration so hard it comes out as a guttural trill
>The stall door continues to shudder under Pinkie's beating fists
>Metal rings against metal as the lock barely holds together, each jittering impact cutting into Dash's ears like shattering glass
>"Fffff-uck you Pinkie."
>She just laughs and bashes on the door even harder
>Dash can't hold back her frustration any longer
>Her groaning, churning stomach heaves
>A vile gush of acidic diarrhea paints the bowel
>Her arms folded tightly across her stomach, Dash drops her head to her knees
>Had she a gun available, suicide wouldn't require a second thought
>"Period Party! Period Party!"
>Pinkie keeps shrieking like an alarm
>Dash fights the urge to puke, a terrible cramp in her stomach stealing her strength
>"Need a tampon, Dashie?"
>People in the hallway can probably hear this
>Dash raises her head to tell Pinkie fuck off
>A wet plop hits her cheek
>The warm wet red mouse rests in the panties tented between Dash's ankles, wicking into her clean underwear
>The mirrors nearly shatter from Dash's shrieks of rage as Pinkie slips out of the bathroom snort-laughing so hard she can hardly see
>"Hey Rare, got a spare tampon?"
>"Pinkie please, a woman such as myself must be careful with her ch—"
>"Pfffff— Twilight can I get a tampon?"
>"Yeah here, you forgot to bring any?"
>"Nah, just pranked the fuck out of Dash with my last one."
>Pinkie turns her back to the girls, putting her boot on a table and applying it without a second thought
>She flicks the applicator across the room without a second thought
>"Did ya'll git 'er with the ol' 'period party'?"
>"Hell yeah, AJ, you know what a cunt I am!"
>They all laugh, none harder than Pinkie herself, Twilight's silence being the sole exception
>"W-what's a period party?"
>The other four girls stare her down with condescending pity
>Pinkie sighs, having just popped a fresh plug in
>But the God of pranks must be appeased
>Standing behind Twilight, Pinkie pulls the fat little tampon free
>It had just started to swell, half crimson, half white
>Cupping it in her palm she slinks up behind Twi, the purple girl's gaze held by the stares of the others
>Pinkie claps it hard against Twilight's cheek from behind
>"Period Party!" They all cry in unison
>Twi flails, falling out of her desk
>By the time she realizes what the sticky mucousy mess on her face is Pinkie has already skidoodled put the door


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>The room goes silent again…
>…though she looks as if she has more to say.
>With what must be a gargantuan effort, she manages to squeeze out a few more hesitant words.
>“Maybe… I like having you around…”
>…
>There we go.
>You’d always suspected it… and now you finally managed to coax it from her.
>It feels as though a huge weight just got lifted from your shoulders.
>That’s why you took the fall for her.
>No matter what happens next, you’ll be content with knowing that she cares.
>Smiling gently, you lean down to plant a quick little kiss on her cheek.
>The reaction is expected, but no less amusing.
>Her face flushes, her violet eyes narrowing as she finally turns to meet your gaze with her own.
>“What kind of weak shit is that?” she hisses. “You call that a kiss?!”
>Suddenly, Trixie’s arms shoot up.
>Gripping you by the collar, she pulls you down to her level… and presses her lips against yours.
>You blink in surprise, even as her tongue intertwines with your own for a brief moment.
>She breaks the kiss shortly after, though her eyes remain focused on you now.
>Somehow, her face appears more flushed than before.
>“Maybe… maybe I am grateful for what you did for me…”
>You grin like an idiot.
“Hehe… you must like me, at least a little bit… you didn’t have to kiss me back, you know.”
>“Don’t be stupid,” she retorts, turning her face away with a huff. “The Great and Powerful Trixie just felt like she owed you that.”
>You raise an eyebrow, your grin not abating for a second as your eyes remain trained on her face.
>Eventually taking note of your silence, Trixie starts peeking at you from the corner of her eye.
>Her haughty exterior slowly crumbles under your gaze, and she sighs quietly.
>“Perhaps… The Great and Powerful Trixie feels like she owes you more than that.”
>Your stare becomes one of curiosity as you move around to look at her face.
“And what do you have in mind?”
>Trixie makes like she’s about to speak… but her resolve seemingly falters when your eyes reconnect.
>Feeling a surge of courage, you lean in and press your lips against hers again.
>Taken by surprise, Trixie leans back briefly in a half-hearted attempt to avoid your touch… before she tilts her head to return it.
>Your tongues interlock again, this time dueling for control.
>Eventually the joust ends as you come up for air.
>Pulling away, you examine Trixie’s face… and do a double-take.
>Her expression has taken on a seductive glaze…
>Clearly, the second kiss must have unlocked something within her.
>Her inhibitions seemingly gone, she rises slowly from her seat…
>“Tell me,” Trixie says teasingly, closing the short distance and wrapping her arms around you, “do you believe in magic?”
>Her warm breath flows around your ear as she runs her tongue around your lobe.
>“You… are about to receive a great privilege~” she whispers hotly.
>Her enticing declaration rouses your manhood from slumber, raising a tent in your pants.
>You shudder a little as she nips gently at your ear…
>…wait…
>You felt something there for a moment.
>Trixie pulls back from you, a devious smile on her face… and a condom held between her lips.
>Your face fills with surprise.
“Where the hell did that come from?”
>Half your astonishment is born from Trixie’s sudden lewdness.
>The other half stems from not knowing where the condom had come from.
>You are, after all, more familiar with the magician’s tricks than anyone else…
>…except her, of course.
>Trixie grins smugly in response.
>“You’ve hardly seen every trick in my book,” she chastises lightly. “And I won’t be revealing all of my secrets. Not even to my assistant.”
>Trixie smirks as she cups the condom in her hand…
>…before replacing it with a deck of cards via a flick of her wrist.
>With expert skill, she removes the deck from its box and hands the cards to you.
>Without even having to think about it, you shuffle the deck and return it to her.
>Her grin widens as she fans the deck out, offering it to you.
>“Pick a card…”
>Trixie watches silently as you pick one from the deck at random.
>Looking down, you examine your choice… and catch movement from the magician out of the corner of your eye.
“King of Diamonds…”
>You wonder briefly what this could mean, turning the card over in your hand before returning your gaze to her.
>In the instant you’d glanced at your card, Trixie had wound her cape tightly around herself.
>Spinning it now with a flourish, her cape reveals a lacy, pale-blue bra with matching panties underneath…
>The magician sports a grin of confidence as she presents her almost-nude body to you… clad in only her underwear, cape and hat.
>Trixie approaches you with a sway in her step, pushing you back onto the chair.
>“Alright, my dear assistant…” she speaks slowly, deliberately. “…reveal your secrets to the Great and Powerful Trixie~”
>Grinning, the entertainer kneels between your legs.
>Her skilled fingers retrieve your hardened member from its confines quick as lightning before you even realize she’s undone your pants.
>You let out a groan as her magic fingers stroke you across your length, catching her attention.
>“Better than she was expecting,” muses Trixie aloud in third-person, sporting a sly grin, “but how do you like this?”
>Trixie’s fingers continue to run along your shaft, even as her free hand moves down to cup your balls, kneading them.
>You bite your lip in a futile bid to stave off the pleasure…
>Her hot breath washes over your manhood as she continues to work her magic on you.
>She motions as if to bring you inside her mouth…
>…but like an agonizing tease, she stops just short.
>“A lot, I suspect…”
>Trixie chuckles as you emit another pleasure-filled groan, her agile hands never wavering in their efforts.
>She intentionally blows a jet of hot air over the head of your cock, looking up at you with haughty eyes.
>“I hope you understand how lucky you are to experience my ‘handiwork’ for yourself. Try not to blow your load too soon…”
>Despite being riddled with pleasure, your mind manages to conceive a retort.
“Don’t worry… it’ll take more than your clumsy hands to get me off—”
>Trixie squeezes down firmly at the comment, cutting you off with your own groan.
>“We’ll see about that!” she taunts, her hands picking up the pace.
>A satisfied moan is drawn from your lips as her smooth fingers work you mercilessly.
>You shudder in anticipation as she extends her tongue, making to lick the head…
>…and groan in disappointment as she withdraws at the last possible second.
>“Sorry, but you didn’t draw Hearts!” she grins tauntingly.
“C’mon…”
>Your low, desperate groan is met with a teasing shake of her head.
>Her own face is starting to show signs of her growing arousal…
>She attempts to hide it by donning a sultry expression.
>Regardless, you notice her beginning to rub her thighs together as you writhe with pleasure under her attack.
>A thick bead of pre-cum gathers upon the tip of your head as she pushes you closer and closer to the edge…
>“I suppose the Great and Powerful Trixie could show a little compassion…” Trixie smirks, as you quiver beneath her assault.
>Her hand massages your member faster and faster, chipping away at the remnants of your endurance.
>Leaning forward, the magician runs her tongue lightly over the head of your shaft, picking up the bead of pre-cum that had built up there.
>At last, your throbbing dick can endure no more.
>You groan in sweet bliss as you cave in to the build-up of pressure, a torrent of warm, sticky fluid firing off right in Trixie’s face…
>…or it would have, had she not quickly diverted the stream with her hand.
>“Hey, did you think you’d be able to sully my beautiful face like that?” she admonishes, her eyes narrowing. “Especially with your seed, of all things…”
>Still riding your temporary high, you can only muster an annoyed grunt in response as you relax back into your chair.
>Rising to her feet, Trixie moves over to Principal Celestia’s desk, taking a seat on it.
>You notice a particularly damp pair of panties between her legs… before she crosses them, looking down at you.
>“I see you looking…” she smirks again. “If you want to repay me, then perhaps you would see fit to using your fingers in turn…”
>That smug, arrogant, yet alluring expression makes the decision an incredibly easy one.
“I’m more than happy to help…”
>Answering her smirk with one of your own, you re-fasten your pants and approach Trixie confidently.
>She flushes a little as you approach and rest a hand on her stomach, just above the hem of her panties.
“You’re being such a tease… an unnecessary tease, since it’s obvious how much you’re enjoying this.”
>“Oh please!” she scoffs. “This is j-just-”
>Trixie’s boast is cut off by a stutter as you move your hand down to her knee, uncrossing her legs.
>Sliding them apart, you trace your hand on the inside of her thigh, eliciting a shudder.
>“This is just… because my little… favour outstripped what… you did for me…” she insists weakly, trembling at your touch. “…not because I want it or anything…”
>You grin, cupping her womanhood through her wet panties.
“Liar.”
>The moisture quickly gathers on your palm.
>You lift your hand and place it under her nose, forcing her to smell her own arousal.
“I don’t believe you…”
>Your devilish grin widens as you slide your hand back down.
>Her breath catches in her throat as you firmly grope her chest for a moment, before continuing down back between her legs.
>Gripping her shoulder with your free hand, its partner slides her panties to the side.
>You stroke her wet womanhood delicately a few times… before inserting a finger.
>A long, lewd moan escapes her lips as your digit begins sliding in and out of her.
>Her own hands grip the edge of the principal’s desk tightly as a second finger joins the first.
>“Y-you… aren’t… t-that bad…” Trixie moans, before promptly biting her lip in an attempt to suppress her vocalizations.
>Her face is twisted with pleasure as her tunnel squeezes down on your fingers appreciatively.
>Your pace quickens, your fingers sliding in and out of her faster and faster…
>Every so often your thumb brushes against her clit, forcing a moan through her defenses.
>Your relentlessness forces the magician closer and closer to the brink…
>“I-I’m going to-!”
“No.”
>You suddenly withdraw your fingers, mere moments before she reaches the edge.
>A long, desperate moan escapes her lips, her hips bucking in a vain attempt to hilt herself upon your missing fingers.
“No... not quite yet.”
>“W-what are you doing?!” Trixie hisses at you, desperation evident in her violet eyes.
“You’ve said a lot of bad things to me…”
>It’s your turn to smirk as your hand rests firmly on her shoulder.
>The other continues to lightly tease her nether lips, just enough to keep her engine running without pushing her any closer to the edge.
>Trixie moans shamefully as she wriggles in your grip, her attempts to push back onto your hand met with frustration.
“I’m not sure if you deserve this, given the way you treat me…”
>“What do you want, an apology?” she growls, trying not to sound desperate…
>…but the sheer need in her voice is evident as she meets your gaze with her own.
>You smile blissfully, completely uncaring for her predicament.
>The position of power you’ve gained over her even feels rather enjoyable…
>…
>Suddenly, the magician hangs her head.
>“…Sorry…”
“Hm… did you say something?”
>You give Trixie a teasing smile as you slowly run your fingers up and down the length of her slit, causing her to shudder.
>“…I’m sorry…” repeats Trixie quietly, her eyes downcast.
>Her face is flushed with desire… and shame.
>“I-I’m sorry… that I blamed you… for the trick going wrong…”
>You allow your finger to gently press against her entrance again, just shy of penetrating her, as you afford her a smile.
“Tell me… how you feel about me.”
>“I… I…” she tries to begin, her eyes shifting about the room trying to find some way out of her predicament.
>She lets out a needful moan as you slowly draw small circles with your finger over her opening…
>Her defiant shoulders slump at last as she emits a sigh of defeat.
>“I-I like… having you around as an assistant…” she admits slowly, quietly, her eyes trained on the floor. “You’re the closest thing I have to a friend… I-I always regret… telling you to go away, because…”
>Trixie pauses, almost as if to gather her courage.
>A few silent moments pass… before she lifts her head again, her eyes meeting yours once more.
>“…I never want you to leave me.”
>A few more silent moments elapse as you stare into each other’s eyes…
>Your only response is to press your lips against hers.
>Almost instinctively, she parts her lips, permitting your tongue to invade her mouth.
>She moans lewdly into the kiss as your finger thrusts into her depths once more, her tunnel wrapping around your appendage with need.
>It’s Trixie’s turn to writhe at your touch as you add a second finger to the assault, dominating her mouth all the while.
>After being denied the first time, the magician’s peak rapidly approaches…
>A sharp gasp is coaxed from her as your thumb brushes against her love button, your fingers akin to a piston as they thrust faster and faster in her womanhood.
>Her fluids are soaking your fingers as her breathing turns heavy…
>Any sound she might have emitted was sealed by your lips.
>With a muffled cry of pleasure, her peak finally hits— her lubrication gushes out around your fingers, her tunnel clamping down around them.
>The kiss finally breaks, leaving you both gasping for air…
>Trixie’s orgasm has left her far more breathless than you, of course.
>Her light frame shudders on the principal’s desk as she rides out her height in bliss.
>Eventually she comes down from her peak, her breathing evening out.
>She gazes up at you, her face flushed with… something more than plain arousal.
>Leaning forward, the magician pecks you gently on the lips…
>“The Great… and Powerful Trixie… is thankful to have you…”
>Trixie reaches her hand up to stroke your face tenderly, wearing a smile you’re not sure you’ve seen before on her own…
>…
>The smile gives way to a sultry look before long.
>Gripping your arm suddenly, she rises from the desk.
>With a quick flourish, she spins you around to face her and pushes you down across the hard symbol of Celestia’s authority.
>Undoing your pants as deftly as before, she eagerly yanks down the fabric concealing your member, hardened anew.
>“…but she wants… more of her loyal assistant~”
>As she kneels between your legs, you can see she’s managed to procure the condom she’d vanished earlier.
>“Trixie was just going to taunt you with this, but…”
>She teasingly tears open the protective liner in front of you… and slips the rubber between her lips.
>Her eyes lock with yours as she takes your manhood in her hand once more.
>She lowers her head, and you can feel the head of your renewed erection slip between her lips.
>A groan of pleasure forces its way from you as her head bobs down slowly upon you…
>…before she suddenly withdraws, leaving your member trapped in the confines of the condom.
>“…wouldn’t want to risk my image, of course~”
>Of course not.
>Trixie smirks as she slips her panties down her legs.
>She lightly tosses the damp fabric at your face, and you catch a whiff of her arousal.
>As you pull the fabric away, you spy Trixie climbing atop you… her moist nether lips moving ever closer to your condom-covered cock.
>You don’t get to look for long, however, as she rests a hand on your chest, forcing your back down onto the desk.
>Another groan escapes you as she takes your hardness in hand once more, rubbing it against her wet, wanting womanhood.
>Even through the innocuous rubber barrier, the feeling of her warmth is intoxicating…
>You barely manage to stifle another groan as she chuckles atop you.
>Trixie moans lightly as she seats the head of your member between her nethers.
>She pauses for a second, as if to brace herself…
>“Watch as the Great and Powerful Trixie makes this condom… disappear!”
>With a long, lewd moan, Trixie thrusts down, impaling herself upon you.
>Your own groan of ecstasy rises to meet her as her folds engulf your shaft…
>You cup and grope her modest bosom with both hands as she lowers herself down within reach.
>She lifts herself up a little, slowly, only to drop herself down upon your lap once again.
>Her hard nipples press into your palms as her face, flushed with intense arousal, emits another lewd moan…
>She begins to slide up and down your shaft in a smooth rhythm, the rubber material of the condom barely muffling the sensation of her warm tunnel squeezing your shaft.
>You pinch and tweak her nipples before returning to your rough kneading, coaxing another moan from her.
>As she closes her eyes to relish the sensation, you land a hard swat on her ass, causing her to tense up at the sudden attack.
>She answers your smug look with a dirty one of her own, but makes no attempt to remove herself from you…
>…though she does seem to be making an effort not to close her eyes anymore.
>Gripping her thighs, you thrust up into her as best you can and are rewarded with more of her sweet moans.
>“Anon~!” she gasps in ecstasy, bouncing more vigorously atop your lap. “You feel so…… Anon, I love you…!”
>She glances down at you, eyes foggy with lust…
>…eyes that widen as she notices the giant smile on your face as her mind finally registers what she just said…
>Almost instantly she starts sputtering in a frantic attempt to come up with some plausible denial for her claim…
>Not waiting for her to finish, you wrap your arms around her and pull her into a kiss.
>Trixie tenses up for a moment… before melting into the kiss, your tongues dancing with one another as you battle for dominance.
>Each thrust wears both of you down as you roughly make out, her pale blue hair falling in strands around you.
>Eventually the kiss breaks off and you begin to trail more of them down her neck, suckling her brilliant blue flesh in an attempt to leave your mark on her.
>You can feel her gnaw lightly on your own neck, returning the favour as you thrust into her… each motion driving both of you closer and closer to the edge.
“H-having fun…?”
>Your teasing query is punctuated by a low moan escaping your throat as you enjoy her wet tightness… and the sound of annoyance she responds with.
“You’re so… much cuter when… you’re being honest…”
>“The G-Great and-”
>Trixie’s declaration is cut off by yet another moan, lost in a mumble of pleasure as she continues her vanishing act on your cock.
>Your assault on her neck resumes as her body, coated with sweat, writhes against yours.
>As you feel her squirming around you, her inner walls massaging you eagerly even through the rubber, you know you won’t be able to last much longer…
>Gripping her generous ass firmly, you squeeze down on it as you thrust faster and faster, filling the principal’s office with the chorus of Trixie’s long, lewd moans…
>At last, with one final thrust your endurance shatters— you hold the magician steady upon your shaft as it stains the condom white with your seed.
>Her second peak hits not long after, warm fluid flowing in copious amounts from her fountain around your joined bodies…
>Trixie collapses against you as she rides out her orgasm, her bosom pressing against you.
>“I’m… glad I got that… off my chest…” she admits shyly, running her fingers through your hair as she presses her lips against yours once more.
>She gently bites your lower lip before slowly lifting herself off of your softening erection…
>…and you notice her eyeing the full condom speculatively.
>She pulls the rubber off of you, making as if to tie it off and dispose of it…
>…
>…and then her eyes light up as an idea occurs.
>Trixie affords you a naughty look as she brings the condom to her lips… and pours your seed into her mouth.
>She slowly squeezes out every little drop… before staring into your eyes as she deliberately swallows.
>“That was for… for insulting you earlier…” she elaborates, even as she licks her fingers clean of any sticky residue.
>You rise from the desk, fastening your pants again, before holding her close.
>Far beyond the point of caring, she makes no effort to pull away for once.
>“I… I really am sorry, you know…” she reiterates quietly, resting against you. “I’m so glad to have you as my assistant…”
>She clings to you gently, the two of you sharing a moment together.
“Maybe I’ll stick around… if you lighten up around me a little more.”
>Trixie glances up at you, raising an eyebrow as she smirks. “Don’t push your luck.”
>You chuckle quietly in response, pulling her closer.
>Your mind gets philosophical for a moment, wondering just what course of events led up to this scenario…
>…
>And then you remember you’re in the Principal’s Office, awaiting punishment.
>You give a start, amazed at your fortune… even though the pair of you got carried away, she hasn’t walked in on it.
>Best not to risk it any further, you reason, lest the punishment become more severe.
>You and Trixie get dressed in record time… her feat being somewhat more impressive as she’d undressed herself to a greater extent than you.
>Resting back in your original chairs, you await Celestia’s return in silence once more…
>…a much more comfortable silence than before.
>Trixie’s hand rests in yours as she affords you a rare, genuine smile, a smile you return as you gaze into her eyes…
>…
>Ten more silent minutes elapse… until at last you hear the sound of footsteps.
>The door opens and Principal Celestia re-enters the room… looking noticeably cheerier than she’d been when she left.
>Her face even looks a little flushed…
>“Sorry for keeping you two waiting!” she quips cheerfully, resuming her seat behind the desk. “There were some unforeseen delays, but the issue has been resolved neatly. Now, for the one at hand…”
>You start to speak, but she raises her hand to cut you off.
>“I’ve had time to think about it, and I decided that your intentions were harmless. Therefore, you will not be suspended as I originally intended. HOWEVER…” she adds forcefully, forestalling your relief. “…you did break school rules, and in a rather… ‘dramatic’ fashion, shall we say. The endangerment of your fellow students, unintentional as it may have been, is not something I can gloss over.”
>She intertwines her fingers together, staring you down for a few agonizing moments, before continuing.
>“So… you will instead serve two weeks’ worth of detentions. You can start immediately by cleaning up the cafeteria during lunch hour.”
>You release the breath you’d been holding—
>“Both of you.”
>…and go quiet.
>A glance aside at Trixie reveals her biting her lip as she nods quietly, conforming to authority without a fight for once.
>How unlike her…
>Your face bears the faintest of smiles as your attention returns to the principal.
“Thank you… I’ll get on that right away.”
>Principal Celestia leans back in her chair, bearing an expression of approval.
>“Good. You are both dismissed.”
>Sighing internally in relief, you and Trixie rise from your chairs and depart.
>You walk the halls of Canterlot High, the aspiring entertainer at your side as you make for the cafeteria.
>Trixie is silent from then on as the two of you enter the cafeteria and get to work, clearing out the aftermath of the failed fire-breathing stunt…
>…
>…though, you could swear she feels a lot more… amiable in your presence.
>Not too difficult to imagine why… but you’re grateful for it all the same.
>Lost in thought as you work, you barely register the flood of people crowding in for lunch.
>One girl is sitting at a nearby table, looking rather embarrassed for some reason as her sister consoles her.
>It’s difficult to make out what they’re saying, partly because your mind is on your work… you think you hear Celestia’s name crop up, though.
>Putting two and two together, you reason that she’s probably one of the students caught playing hooky.
>Satisfied with this reasoning, you head back to collect more debris at the same time as your partner.
>“Pah…” she mutters as you approach. “Serving detention is beneath the Great and Powerful Trixie…”
>You grin, rolling your eyes… even as her hand locates yours.
>“…but… I think I can tolerate it if I’m with my assistant.”
>You glance at her and catch the faintest of smiles… which quickly vanishes when she notices your smirk.
>“Y-you’d better not tell anyone I said that!” she hisses frantically, breaking hand contact just as fast. “I have an image to keep up!”
>You roll your eyes again, not fully grasping her logic… but you can live with it.
“Your image is safe, don’t worry…”
>Work continues in silence from that point on, leaving you to your thoughts.
>You smile gently.
>That’s to be expected… a good magician never reveals her secrets…
>…to the public, at least.
>Just another privilege afforded to her loyal assistant.


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>Be Anon in high school.
>You are awkward as fuck.
>Everyday you sit in class gawking at girls.
>Most don’t even realise it.
>On your way to school this morning, you were alone instead of having the company of that shy, quiet girl with pink hair.
>You think her name is Fluttershy.
>She acted pretty weird when she was around you.
>She was always a bright shade of crimson as well.
>Oh well, doesn't matter.
>Your walk down the seemingly endless street was lonely.
>Just as you were able to make it to the courtyard of the school you tripped on a rock.
>You hit your face hard.
>Hopefully after this you wont have teeth like Austin Powers.
>Carefully you dust yourself off while everybody is laughing at you.
>Except for Miss Cheerilee.
>She scolds students for not being sincere.
>Damn she looks pretty sexy even when she's scolding other students.
>She turns around and sees you gawking at her.
>"Anonymous, are you just gonna stare at me for the rest of the day?"
>Snapping out of your false reality, you see Cheerilee waving a hand in front of you.
>"Hello?"
"Huh?"
>"Anonymous, are you okay? Do you need to call home?"
"Oh... no, I’m fine."
>"Okay Anonymous, whatever you say."
>She walks off and the group of students continue to laugh at you.
>You just try to play it off like nothing happened.
>You are laughed at even in biology but not much...
>Just a few stifled giggles.
>Damm you and you and your awkwardness.
>Seems even teachers were laughing at you behind your back.
>Oh well...
>Today was shit.
>At least there's tomorrow...
>On your way home you see a fire red mustang pull up next to you.
>This car belongs to the notorious Flash Sentry.
>Everybody calls him Brad though you’re not entirely sure why.
>The door swings open and Flash approaches you with that shit-eating grin on his face as usual.
>Under your breath you mumble about how much of a dick he is but you don't think he hears it.
>He raises his hand and you flinch at the gesture only surprising him.
>"What are you doing?"
>Slowly you realise he was raising his hand for a high-five.
"I thought that you were gonna..."
>"What beat you up? No. Just because I’m the captain of the football team doesn't mean that I beat up my fellow colleagues."
>You're a bit taken by this statement and you lower your guard.
>Flash still has his hand up.
>"You gonna leave me hanging like that?"
>You return the gesture by raising your hand and smacking his.
>"Alright you’re not as much of a ‘nerd’ as everybody thinks."
"Oh t-thanks?"
>"Come on, my girlfriend lives around here, maybe you know her."
>He's inviting you to hang out with him.
>Holy shit, are you cool now?
>Flash goes up to the door and rings the doorbell.
>You and him wait a bit and the door opens with a creak.
>A pale woman who looks similar to Twilight Sparkle appears.
>"Hello Flash! I see you brought a friend."
>Flash simply responds with a head nod and a "Mhm."
>"Why hello there young man, what's your name?"
"Oh... it’s... Anonymous."
>"Well aren't you a handsome young man!"
"Oh thank you, Mrs..."
>"Sparkle. Mrs. Sparkle."
"Are you the mother of Twilight Sparkle?"
>"Yes, I most certainly am."
"I see where she gets her looks from."
>"Flattery will get you nowhere Anonymous, I’m married," she finishes with a smile, raising her hand showing off her 4-karat ring.
>"Please do come inside."
>Mrs. Sparkle gestures for you to come in.
>You and Flash step inside, and it seems like a normal house.
>You know, kitchen in the back, living room as soon as you enter, bedrooms upstairs.
>Flash goes towards the stairs and shouts
>"Mrs. Sparkle, I’m going to Twi's room!"
>"Be careful, dear... I don’t want any grandchildren yet."
>"No promises!"
>Mrs. Sparkle simply laughs at the statement and takes a seat on the couch.
>She gestures for you to take a seat as well.
>"Now, Anonymous."
"Yes?"
>"Are you friends with my daughter?"
"No. I've heard about her though."
>"You've heard what about her?"
"Well... at the Fall Formal dance, she and her friends stopped a girl named Sunset Shimmer from ruining everything."
>"That’s all people seem to talk about now."
>She stops and pics up a mug previously left on the table, takes a sip and sets it in its original locaton.
>"Seems like Sunset Shimmer was a real bully."
"Well she did ‘control’ the school."
>"Is everything you say hypothetical?"
"In a way."
>Mrs. Sparkle giggles and shifts around a bit resting her head head on the back of the couch, setting her head sideways to look at you from her comfortable spot.
>"You know Anonymous, I feel comfortable around you."
"Really now?"
>"Yes,"she inches towards you a bit. "I feel comfortable enough to tell you anything about myself."
"Uh..."
>"Anonymous, are you afraid of me?"
"No, just..."
>"Scared even the slightest bit?"
"No...I just.."
>"Then what's the problem?"
"Well, sometimes when I talk to girls who I think are pretty I just... freeze up and—”
>"So you think I’m pretty?"
"I didn't exactly—“
>"Answer the question, do you think I'm pretty?"
"Well, quite frankly... yes."
>"Are you attracted to me?'
"I...uhm..."
>"Are you or are you not attracted to me?"
>She has a large grin on her face as she scootches closer towards you placing her hands on your thigh moving in every direction but towards your dick.
>"You know... I've always wandered what it'd be like to make love to a younger partner for once..."
>She makes little circular motions closer towards your genitals.
>"It's probably exciting... both of our... sweaty bodies rubbing against one another..."
>She makes the last motion towards your dick and she squeezes it.
>"How does that sound?"
>She applies more pressure and your BENIS:DD instantly becomes rock hard.
>"Seems your little friend enjoys the idea, whaddaya say to it?"
>You are hesitant to answer, Flash being a newfound "friend"
>Doing this would technically make him your son in law
>As much as you didn't want to you were horny enough to go through with it.
>"You're gonna leave me hanging?"
>She still sports that huge shit-eating grin.
"Well alright... but I don't want to get caught..."


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>Be Anon Ymous.
>Live in Saddle Arabia.
>The corner of Saddle Arabia you live in is famous for its tight-knit dueling community.
>You happen to be the son of one of the greatest halberdiers to ever come out of your hometown, Lihyan (taking a liberty here)
>His duelist name was the Sterling Tiger
>It didn't take a genius to know this guy usually wore white, was fierce, and ended his matches pretty quick.
>You had a pretty big reputation to live up to, but halberds weren't your thing.
>You settled on the spear instead.
>Father was disappointed, but ultimately supported your decision.
>You had a plain build, with obvious muscle due to the training you'd do, so it made sense to go with a balanced weapon.
>From the time you could pick up one, you trained hard, and long into the day.
>Eventually, on your 15th birthday, the annual Youth's Duelist Meet came around.
>Every year, this Meet is set up to cater to the young men and women who wanted to partake in the art of armed combat. The victor came out with a decent sum of money, and the fact that you would be recognized as a warrior by your hometown, a huge honor.
>Needless to say, a lot of people hadn't won, and either went off on their own, or gave it up.
>This was the moment you'd been waiting for, the chance to show Father the fruits of your labors.
>You even heard some guests had come to take part.
>The odd part of it was a couple of people that came from some school called Canterlot High.
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>You weren't going to worry about foreigners.
>You had a father to impress.
>You were going to make your mark, and start your dream here!
>You and your family arrived at the participant's lobby.
>Your Father took the liberty of signing you up, so you checked in, and listed what weapon you'd be competing with.
>Since your town was a town built on the premise of combat, it was populated by blacksmiths and metalworkers, eager to supply arms to any and all warriors.
>They were only too happy to oblige in making practice weapons for the tournament.
>Didn't want young teenagers contending with murder, they were fucked up enough already.
>You obviously put down "Spear".
>The receptionist took down the size of the spear you used, and an on-site woodworker would have one whipped up in time for your first match.
>You turn to your family: your Father, Mother, and little sister looking at your with nothing but pride.
>"Today's your day, son. Are you excited?"
>You were beyond excited.
>You were practically shivering with anticipation!
"Yes, Father! This is my chance to make you all proud!"
>Your Father let out a hearty laugh.
>"That's the spirit, Anon! But don't forget, this isn't about making us proud. Not to say that we aren't, of course!"
>Your mother gives you a warm, motherly look.
>"This is your day, my son. This is your chance to prove to yourself that this is the dream you will pursue."
>Damn. She's right.
>It's not about impressing anyone.
>This is you about to make a name for yourself.
>"Your Father, Sister, and I are going to go find seats. We'll be cheering for you!"
>Your Sister breaks away from your parents to tackle your leg.
>"Good luck, brother! I know you can do it!"
"Thanks, sis! Now go with Father and Mother, you don't want to get lost here."
>Your sister beams at you, then runs off with your parents.
>Steeling your resolve, you turn to walk to the participant's den.
>...Only to bump into an oddly-dressed couple of teenagers.
>The guy had slicked back, distinctly blue hair with a black jacket.
>You didn't bat for that team, so you didn't pay him much mind.
>The girl he was with, however, blew you away.
>This girl had vibrant red and yellow hair that came to her shoulders. She wore a black studded leather jacket with a purple undershirt, orange miniskirt, and black and purple boots.
>You got a passing glimpse at the two tone tattoo on her chest in the shape of a sun.
>They were oddly dressed, so you assumed that they were some of the foreigners you heard about.
>The guy had said sorry and was ready to head back on their way, but it seems the girl had a bone to pick with you.
>"Hey, you klutz! Watch where you're going!"
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>She's a foreigner, and starting a scene. How nice.
"I'm sorry, Miss. I was on my way to the participant's den, and I was caught up in pre—“
>"Save it, loser. I'm not hear to listen to your excuses. You just scuffed my jacket, and for you, that's a bad thing. I'm here to win this tournament, and if I see you, you're going down hard!"
>Well that got your blood boiling. Who the fuck is this bitch anyway?
"I hope that words can back up your skill. You're in for a rude awakening if you think I'll go down easily."
>"Ha! You, beat ME? That's rich. Come on, Flash, I've got a tournament to win!"
>The girl turned on her heel and began walking to registration.
>The guy, presumably named Flash, gave you an apologetic look and turned to follow her.
>Heh, save it. You didn't need his pity. You'd deal with that girl when the time came.
>Although, her attitude didn't stop you from taking a look at her retreating form, and how her hips swayed back and forth.
>Wow. Such hip. Much butt. Very sex.
>Shaking yourself out of your stupor, you proceed to the den. The opening ceremonies were going to take place soon.
>The den was dimly lit, smelled of sweat and blood, and was full of lockers and benches.
>Not too different from gym locker rooms overseas that you'd read about.
>They divided the 16 contestants, yourself included of course, into two rooms at opposite ends of the arena.
>You didn't see the girl from earlier, which means she was at the other side.
>Good. You didn't want to deal with her crap anyways.
>You were a bit sexist in your views, and you saw that she definitely didn't look like she belonged here.
>You'd laugh if you found out she had been eliminated in the first round.
>But enough about that.
>You stepped over to your corner of the room, where a training spear with an ochre ribbon tied near the makeshift blade (a rubber arrowtip spearhead), and your protective gear rested.
>You wondered why it was there, but you found a note where your leather breastplate was laid out,
>Turns out your sister approached the woodworker, and asked to have it tied on there.
>Upon closer inspection, it was monogrammed with her initials.
>NY, for Nona Ymous.
>Hnnnnnngh. Your little sister was always looking up to you.
>You left in on the spear, not only to honor her, but it was common knowledge that attaching something flashy would catch your opponents at a slight disadvantage.
>It definitely wasn't against the rules, and in some duels that you snuck away from training to see, some older and more experienced warriors utilized that tactic.
>You donned your leather gear, sans weapon.
>A simple breastplate, shin guards, vambraces, and a headband with your entry number.
>Soon enough, they called the warriors out to the arena for the ceremonies.
>This was it.
>Your heart began pounding faster.
>Your palms began to sweat.
>You couldn't wait!
>You lined up behind your fellow contestants, and filed out onto the field. It was time for the ceremony!
>The sun wasn't very high up in the sky, as it was still morning.
>Still, it was considerably bright considering the dim room you were in.
>You headed out to the arena with everyone else.
>The arena itself was a large circular building, with plenty of stands for the crowds. towards the center was the ring.
>The ring was a forty by fifty mat on a two foot raised platform.
>No posts or ropes to provent out of bounds though.
>This wasn't boxing, and forcing your opponent out was allowed.
>Your side lined up on the west end, shoulder to shoulder and facing the other side.
>Yep, there's the girl from earlier.
>She's giving you a dirty look too.
>Well, that's just like, your opinion man.
>Your thought process is derailed by a middle aged, well built man making his way to the center of the ring, microphone in hand.
>He looks towards your side, then the other, then addresses the crowd.
>"Ladies and Gentlemen, it is my sublime pleasure to welcome you all to the (n)th annual Youth Warriors Meet!"
>The crowd explodes into cheers, with some of the contestants, including yourself, cheering as well.
>"This year's batch of competitors looks incredibly promising, with a lot of prodigious youths taking part! Our wonderful tournament was even graced with some young, foreign warriors! So with that in mind, I'd like to go over the rules and procedures of the tournament."
>"Your matches will not be timed, so as to allow contestants to be at their best without the constraint of time limits!"
>"Contestants will wait for the bell to sound, and begin combat. Dirty tactics and such are frowned upon, but are allowed. Contestants will fight until the other is knocked out, sustains an injury which keeps them from fighting effectively, or is thrown from, or steps out of, the ring. Both feet must be planted outside the arena to count as a ring out. Medical teams are standing by in the event of blood being drawn."
>"With that, let the meet begin!"
>Another explosion of cheers.
>Cool.
>Your matches come and go.
>Your first match is against a boy that used tonfa.
>Ezpz. You dance around the kid, poking him wherever you get a chance, and force him out of the arena with a hard hit to the ribcage.
>"And with that, contestant number 6: Anon Ymous, has won by ring out!"
>The crowd, hearing your name, cries out in elation.
>You were the son of the Sterling Tiger, and you were getting recognized as such.
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>Later, after your match, you hear two contestants called up.
>Some girl named Sunset Shimmer, and your childhood training buddy.
>You look out, and see the girl from before!
>So that's her name. Fitting.
>You settle in to watch the fight.
>Your buddy pulls out his trusty curved longsword, while Sunset brandishes a sledgehammer looking weapon.
>Fucking wat.
>The fight begins and within seconds, your buddy charges her.
>You knew his tactic of feinting within a safe distance and striking when they were mid swing for a counter, so you thought he had it in the bag.
>What happened next floored everyone.
>As your buddy moved for the counter strike, she lashed her hand out towards your friend.
>Hory shet!
>She took the grip powder from the locker room and blinded him.
>When he dropped his weapon, she took the opportunity to slug him in the side, sending him sprawling to the floor.
>The ref sent her a look, and went to check on him, and upon checking his state, deemed him unconscious. Sunset won.
>This bitch.
>This fucking bitch.
>That's why she looked so unassuming. She was going to cheat her way to victory.
>It took all the self control you had not to march out onto the ring and show this bitch what's up.
>You knew better though, and settled yourself down.
>"This match's winner, by knockout, is Sunset Shimmer!"
>The crowd roared with mixed reactions.
>Some cheered on the tactic, but you noticed it came from the rowdy thugs and street rats.
>Most of the audience booed her the fuck out.
>She basks in it, and struts off the stage with that alluring walk.
>Stupid sexy Sunset.
>Regardless of her victory, you steel yourself, and fight through your matches.
>Your second match was against a girl with leather gauntlets.
>Sheesh, another close quarter fighter?
>To your surprise, she gets in close and lands a few blows on you that hurt a lot. But, you eventually parry off a cross, and come back with a series of pokes at her feet. By the time she hits the edge of the ring, she tries rushing you.
>You respond with a sharp hit with the butt of your spear to her temple, and she crumples to the floor.
>Victory.
>Your third match, the semifinal, is a rough one.
>You were against this mountain of fat.
>It— wait is that a he? I think it is. Is it? Yep. There's a beard.
>He pulled out a huge club, easily your height and then some.
>Fugg.
>The fight drags on. For his size and girth, he fights on pretty hard. You had to struggle to keep out of the way.
>You were both getting exhausted from running around, and his strikes were starting to slow down.
>For a fat guy, he had stamina. But it ran out, and you seized you opportunity.
>He swung down, and when he finished, you stuck him in the sternum.
>He dropped his club, and grasped at his throat for air. You then tripped him, and knocked him out.
>With that, your semifinal match ended in victory.
>All that was left was the final match with-
>"Anon Ymous has won again! With his victory, he moves on to the final match, where he will fight Sunset Shimmer!"
>Shit.
>Fuck. You didn't think she made it this far.
>You went through exercises to prepare you for your next match and didn't really pay much attention to what was happening.
>You can only guess that she cheated her way there.
>Oh well, only means you get to show her how to really fight.
>You make your way onto the field.
>She comes out at the same time, and shoots you a cocky look.
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>The ref calls you both to the center. and begins his little intro.
>"Ladies and gentlemen, we've seen many fierce fights since this morning began. And the two fighters I see before me have stood above the rest! But only one can walk away the victor of the Youth Warriors Meet! Will it be the son of the Sterling Tiger, Anon Ymous? Or will it be the vicious Sunset Shimmer? If the fighters will please take three steps back, we'll find out when the bell sounds!"
>The audience roars in approval and anticipation.
>This is it.
>Moment of truth.
>Your years of training have culminated into this single moment. Your heartbeat is pounding in your ears, and the adrenaline is starting to flow.
>You look at Sunset with a determined look in your eyes.
"I don't know how you got this far on such dishonest tactics, but I hope that you'll at least fight me fairly."
>"That's for you to find out, Anon! Why don't you make this easy on yourself and forfeit so you don't humiliate your dad in front of everyone?"
"No matter if I win or lose. My father, and family, will be proud of me. Can yours say the same?"
>She visibly stiffens, even growls at you. You see her grip on her hammer tighten to the point her knuckles turn white.
>"You've got to be kidding me, you little punk! I'm gonna make you wish you'd have quit!"
"Shut your mouth already. I came here to fight, not to listen to some girl insult me and my family."
>She was steaming mad. Her three steps back were stiff, almost robotic in nature.
>Yours were calm. Ready.
>The bell sounded.
>It was time.
>The moment the bell sounded, She charged at you.
>She got in close, and tried the same tactic that she used on your training buddy.
>Not this time, bitch.
>You roll to your right, and jab your spear into her leg.
>She falls on her left leg, and you back off a step.
"Can we try that with a little less cheating?"
"SHUT UP!"
>oh fuck
>Within moments, she's on you.
>No literally. She tackled you to the ground.
>Your spear clattered off from you, and you were getting punched by this chick.
>Fuck, not like this.
>You lash out and punch her back.
>The sudden speed of it catches her off guard, and you push her off.
>You scramble to your feet and grab your spear.
>She recovers quick, and grabs her hammer.
>You jump at her, bringing your spear down towards her back.
>She scrambles out of the way, and you hit the mat with a loud thump.
>She rears back for a swing, but a spin from you discourages her.
>You advance on her with repeated stabs.
>She's backing towards the edge, and she knows it.
>You make a wide swipe to switch it up, but she ducks under it and swings at you, catching you in the side.
>You are knocked into the center of the ring, rolling in pain the whole way.
>Fuck that hurt. You're fighting just to stay conscious.
>Sunset laughs at you, and calls out to you.
>"You see, Anon? I told you give up, but no, you had to keep going! I'm gonna make sure you regret it entirely!"
>She advances towards you, but notices the cloth on your spear.
>"And what's this garish thing?"
>No. NO. Not that.
>She unties it and gives it a once over.
>"NY? I doubt you've been there, you towel wearing freak."
"Damn it... let go of that!"
>"Oh, so it's important to you? Well, I wonder what would happen if I did this?"
>She ripped it. And then spat on it.
>The crowd went silent.
>You were fighting to stay conscious, and she ripped your sister's cloth.
>No. Fuck that. Fuck her.
>You weren't going to let this bitch win.
>You summoned up what strength you had, and shakily got to your feet.
>"Oh come on, Anon! I practically break your spirit, and you still want to pick a fight?"
"Fuck you, Sunset... That was my sister's, you...”
>You cough from the strain. Tasted coppery too. Shit.
"...bitch."
>She scoffs at you, and kicks your spear over to you.
>"Well show me then. Show me how badly you want to win!"
"...Fine."
>You pick up your spear with moderate difficulty, and set yourself.
>She sets herself up as well, and for a while, you stare at each other.
>Her left leg is wobbling a bit, and her clothes are dirty, but she's relatively unharmed.
>You, on the other hand, probably have a cracked rib, and your face probably isn't looking too good either.
>You gotta end this quick, or she's gonna walk away with the glory you wanted since you were young.
>And you think you know just the way to do it too.
>You just gotta make sure she takes the bait.
>And it better be great. Mate.
>Heh.
>You smirk, and stand a little taller.
"Hey Sunset, you think your parents would be proud that you ripped up a little girl's cloth?"
>"Shut up, what do you know?"
"I know that any other parent would be pretty disappointed. My father probably would've disowned me. Is that why you're so upset? Did your parents disown you for something like that?"
"I said SHUT UP, you fucking mongrel!"
"I'd be disappointed too! Maybe they saw it coming, and didn't want to deal with you being a cheating failure that they disowned you to save themselves the trouble! How about that, did I get it right?"
>That did it.
>After an inarticulate cry of rage, she raised her hammer and charged at you.
>gotcha.gif
Just as she's about to swing down at you, you dodge to the right and shove the spear with a lot more force than intended into her leg.
>She screams, and drops her hammer from the force of the blow.
>You weren't gonna let up this time.
>Not after that bullshit.
>You drive the butt of your spear into her back, and she's sent sprawling to the ground.
>You plant your foot on the small of her back, and with your own cry of primal rage, smash your spear into the back of her head. And again. And once more for good measure.
>You back off so the ref can call it.
>A tense silence overtakes the stadium from your show of aggression.
>One second almost melts into minutes, but after a tense silence, the ref finally calls it.
>"Sunset Shimmer is unconscious! Anon Ymous is the winner!"
>Fuck yeah.
>The crowd burst into deafening applause and cheers, right in time for you to begin blacking out.
>At least you won, right?


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“Oh dear, where did she say she lived again? Silly Fluttershy, you’d forget your own name if you didn’t have it written on everything you own.”
>She heard the zip of her bag opening and knew the next thing that was coming.
>And that was a sharp slap to the head from her favourite non-human, Angel Bunny.
>Why she hadn’t made rabbit stew out of him yet was beyond her.
>He grabbed her head and turned it towards the large and colourful building directly to her left, aptly named Sugarcube Apartments.
>Oh, that was why.
>This apartment building looked liked it belonged in some Hansel & Gretel Redux book, what with it looking like a goddamn gingerbread house.
>She had intended on asking for directions to the apartment she was looking for, but it wasn’t that hard due to the smell of candy and, somehow, parties emanating from one of the apartments on the lower floors.
>Thank fuck she didn’t have to go through the painful process of talking to a stranger. (Huehue self-insert)
>Approaching the door (which was number pi, how she even got such a perfect apartment number was a mystery), she was about to softly knock on i—
>“OH HAI THERE, FLUTTERGIRL!”
>Suddenly Pinkiehugs.
>“Oh my God, Fluttershy, it’s so good to see you! I’m surprised you remembered where I lived what with the way you have the memory of a rock wait do you think rocks have memories like they know who kicked them and stuff and plan their revenge at nigh—“
“Um, Pinkie, if you wouldn’t mind, I kinda can’t breathe here.“
>“Oh sorry there, Flutterbutter, I’m just so EXCITED to... to... ATCHOO!”
>Somehow that sneeze was enough to fling her almost across the room into a sofa.
>This fucking girl.
“I heard you were sick, so I decided to come here and try and cheer you u—“
>Suddenly more Pinkiehugs.
>“Oh my God, Fluttershy, you have got to be the best friend ever! I wish everyone in the world was as good and kind and nice as you wait how do you think a world full of Fluttershys would be there’d be so polite and there’d be no wars and bunnies would be the national currencies...”
>Suddenly they were seated at the sofa, having somehow avoided the landmine field that was Pinkie’s apartment.
>Seriously, Fluttershy thought she had seen an alligator somewhere in all of that filth on the floor. She’s lucky her parents didn’t live with her or they’d have probably set this apartment on fire by now.
>“So now, Fluttershy, I’m ready to be cheered up! SO LET THE CHEERING UP BEGIN!”
>Fluttershy stuttered, completely forgetting how she had intended on cheering up the embodiment of cheeriness.
“Um, give me a moment, I need to change. W-where’s the bathroom?”
>“Just down the hall near the big mountain of candy wrappers, you can’t miss it.”
>One changing montage later~
“Oh dear, I hope this works... I feel so silly right now, but that guy Discord who sold it to me told me this was the best way to cheer a friend up.”
>She stepped out of the bathroom, feeling hopelessly self-conscious but knowing that this one of the few ways she could cheer up her friend.
>She stepped back into the sitting room, where Pinkie waited, not looking nearly as miserable as a sick person should.
>If anything, she looked like she should be cheering Fluttershy up.
“S-so P-pinkie, how do I l-look? Eep!”
>Did she just eep at the end?
>She eeped at the end.
>“Wow, Fluttershy you look, uh, pretty, uh, wow! I mean, where did you even get such an outfit? Now I feel so plain in my regular jimmy-jammies.”
>Fluttershy was dressed in a magicians outfit.
>To call it an outfit honestly would be an insult to outfits everywhere.
>She was more wearing a black strip of garment that covered her breasts and a mini skirt that barely reached her knees.
>To her credit, she was wearing a top hat that made her look less like a slut and more like a classy slut.
“Well, um, I thought t-the best way to ch-cheer you up was with a magic show! S-seeing as you like, um, well, magic.”
>She took like 5 minutes to say that one sentence.
>“Well, uh, I DO like magic! I mean, who doesn’t! So let’s get this show on the road!”
>Was she blushing?
“Well okay, for my, uh, first act, I’ll pull a rabbit out a hat!”
>“YAY, I LIKE RABBITS! AND HATS! AND RABBITS BEING PULLED OUT OF HATS!”
>She took off her top hat and waved her arms around it in as mystical a way as she could.
“Alakazam Alakazi, now I’m gonna make a bunny appear...!”
>She really needed to work on her magic words.
>She reached inside the hat, expecting to grab Angel Bunny by the ears as they had practiced and pull him out as triumphantly as she co—
“OW!”
>Did that little fucker just bite her hand?
>Someone’s not getting dinner for the next month.
>During all of this, Pinkie was giggling so hard, she had nearly fallen off the sofa.
>“HAHAHA! FLUTTERSHY, I KNOW YOU PROMISED ME A MAGIC SHOW BUT I DIDN’T EXPECT STAND-UP FIRST!”
>Jesus, she looked like she was about to pass out from laughter.
>Fluttershy just stood there, sucking her bit finger and glaring at the bunny inside the hat who was probably gonna be a grateful dog’s dinner tonight.
>“Thanks for that, Fluttershy, I haven’t laughed that hard in like forever!”
>Yet more Pinkiehugs.
>How she managed to cover the distance to hug people so quickly has got to be one of the mysteries of the world.
>Fluttershy suddenly remembered how little she was wearing because she could feel so much of Pinkie on her bare skin.
>Being taller than her, Pinkie's C cups were firmly pressed against her exposed navel.
>And said C cups weren’t blocked by a bra, so her nipples could be felt.
>Fluttershy’s breathing increased slightly.
“Uh Pinkie, can we have a seat or something? I’m feeling tired suddenly.”
>Yeah, tired.
>“Okie-dokie-lokie!”
>Pinkie being none the wiser about anything going on around her as usual.
>“So now, how much have I missed in school since this meany-weany cold decided to attack poor little me?”
“Well, uh, we got homework from all the teachers, we have a Chemistry exam on Tuesday, and uh...”
>“BOOOOOOOOOO-RINGGGGGGGGG! Only boring school stuff has happened since I’ve been gone?”
“Well yes, I thou—”
>“Well then, I have a better use of our time!”
“What’s that, Pi—“
>“TICKLE FIGHTTTTTTTTT!”
>Suddenly Pinkie pounced on her, her fingers working at Fluttershy’s naked torso, tickling like there was no tomorrow.
>Fucking hell this girl was random.
“No, P-P-Pinkie p-please stop, y—hahaha—you know how tic—hahahahaha—ticklish I am!”
>[TICKLING INTENSIFIES]
“N-no P-Pinkie n-no I—“
>A moan, a slight as it can possibly be, escaped Fluttershy’s lips.
>Pinkie didn’t hear it, so she continued.
>A second moan, louder than the other, left her lips.
>Pinkie stopped and looked down at her tickling captive.
>“F-Fluttershy?”
>Fluttershy looked away, a blush aflame on her cheeks, panting slightly, feeling more awkward than Billy Ray Cyrus at the VMAs.
>“You’re enjoying this a bit too much, aren’t you?”
>She eeped again, trying to squirm from under Pinkie’s body.
>Fluttershy opened her mouth, ready to let forth a flurry of words that she hoped would end up sounding like an apology when the tickling begun again, this time more aggressive than before.
>“I didn’t say I would stop, now did I?”
>She had the wickedest grin that could possibly be manifested on a human face.
>This time Fluttershy arched her back, moaning slightly.
>Pinkie continued tickling, her hands moving higher and until they were just under Fluttershy’s almost exposed boobs.
>Fluttershy was moaning louder and louder every passing second.
>She reached up and did the single most bold act she had done in her life and grabbed Pinkie’s face and brought it to her own, pulling her in for a deep kiss.
>Pinkie was taken slightly aback by this sudden brashness, but responded immediately, kissing back furiously.
>Their mouths opened almost simultaneously and their tongues slipped into the others’.
>Fluttershy wrapped her legs around Pinkie, pulling her closer.
>Pinkie pulled away, leaving a trail of spittle between their lips.
>“Wow Flutters, I knew you came to cheer me up but I didn’t expect it to be like THI—“
>Fluttershy cut her off by pulling her down for another kiss.
>God, Pinkie needed to learn how to shut up once in a while.
>Letting her assertive side take over, she grabbed Pinkie and rolled so she was on top of her, never breaking the kiss.
>She started focusing on Pinkie’s neck, peppering it with kisses while her hands ran down Pinkie’s back to her slightly flabby behind and squeezed it, causing Pinkie to let out a moan.
>Pinkie ran her fingers down Fluttershy’s back, trying to find the zipper that somehow held off Fluttershy’s ample bosom.
>Jackpot!
"EEP!"
>One second Fluttershy is in control, the next she’s sitting up on top of Pinkie, trying to cover up her exposed boobs.
>And failing miserably.
>This caused Pinkie to let out a cute giggle snort and sit up slightly in an attempt to look Fluttershy in the eyes.
>“Oh Flutters, you’re so kawaii when you’re self conscious! Okay, lemme take off my shirt so we’re on even ground, okay you silly?”
>This bitch just seriously used kawaii as an adjective. (Sometimes I do that irl too ;_;)
>Pinkie got up from underneath Fluttershy so that they were kneeling next to each other, Fluttershy still avoiding eye contact with Pinkie, trying to cover up her embarrassment.
>Pinkie grabbed Fluttershy’s head and turned it to face her.
>“It’s okay, you can look, you silly!”
>Pinkie had taken off her top and was kneeling there, swinging her upper body from side to side, causing her boobs to sway along with the movement.
>Fluttershy just stared, seemingly entranced by the swaying.
>Or she was just staring at Pinkie’s boobs.
>“Like what you see?”
>Pinkie managed to lace that single statement with almost palpable seductiveness.
>That coupled with the sexiest goddamn bedroom eyes Fluttershy had ever seen was enough to drive her wild as she pushed Pinkie back on the sofa and dove back in, basically attacking Pinkie with a kiss.
>Pinkie immediately responded, grabbing Fluttershy’s head, trying to pull her even closer than she already was.
>Their tongues were dancing with each other, as if locked in some weird battle to the death.
>Pinkie’s hands were running up and down Fluttershy’s back, her short fingernails digging into Fluttershy’s back, and Fluttershy was enjoying it, based on the soft moans she was giving.
>Fluttershy broke off the kiss, to Pinkie’s disappointment and reached down to take of her mini mini mini mini skirt, leaving her clad in only her light green panties.
>She resumed her position on top of Pinkie, immediately going for one of her erect nipples, giving it a test lick and diving in, licking and sucking it, all the while using her other hand to fondle Pinkie’s other breast.
>Pinkie responded positively, arching her back slightly, her breathing becoming more and more ragged.
>Deciding to up the ante even further, she started moving down, peppering Pinkie’s upper body with kisses, stopping at her navel and giving it a lick, looking up at Pinkie while she did it.
>Pinkie shivered slightly.
>She reached her destination and looking at Pinkie questioningly, as if to ask her permission to take of her pajama pants.
>Even during sex, this girl is timid as fuck.
>Pinkie rolled her eyes and reached down and pulled her pants down, answering Fluttershy’s question.
>It was less pulled down than clawed off, to reveal she wasn’t wearing any panties.
>That naughty girl.
>Fluttershy positioned herself between Pinkie’s legs, and she started kissing and licking Pinkie’s inner thighs, moving closer and closer to Pinkie’s pussy, teasing it, causing the girl’s breathing rate to increase slightly.
>Pinkie was fondling her breasts, the teasing making her impatient.
>Fluttershy had finally reached her destination, which was emanating heat, Pinkie’s arousal so evident even that blind kid Snowdrop could see it.
>Hovering over it, she looked up at Pinkie and gave her lower lips a cursory lick, curious as to how the party girl tasted.
>Like strawberries, how appropriate.
>Fluttershy then lifted her right hand to Pinkie's face, sticking her index and middle fingers into Pinkie’s mouth, hoping Pinkie would understand what she was trying to do.
>To say Pinkie understood would be an understatement, with the way she swirled her tongue around Fluttershy’s fingers, licking them, trying to get them as moist as possible.
>Deeming them moist enough, Fluttershy brought them back down, her hands hovering over Pinkie’s pussy for what was seconds, but felt like hours to Pinkie.
>Finally the impatience got the better of Pinkie, and she grabbed Fluttershy’s hand and steered it toward her entrance.
>Taking this as her cue, Fluttershy inserted both her fingers into Pinkie, the moistness of both her fingers and Pinkie making it an easy job.
>Pinkie let out a long moan, her body finally grateful for all the sexual tension from all the teasing being released.
>Yet Fluttershy still teased her, removing her fingers from Pinkie and licking them from the base to tip, savouring Pinkie’s taste.
>Pinkie moaned impatiently, one of her hands reaching down to play with her own clit while the other hand fondled one of her breasts, intent on letting go of all her pent up sexual energy.
>Fluttershy giggled lightly, Pinkie’s impatience seeming cute to her, but she saw that if she teased her any longer she would either end up getting raped or Pinkie would explode.
>While she wouldn’t terribly mind the former, she decided that she had teased Pinkie enough.
>She took the two fingers she had liked and thrust them inside Pinkie, and this time she didn’t take them out completely thrusting them back in, quickening the pace after every thrust.
>Pinkie moaned gratefully, both her hands now fondling her breasts, finally able to revel in the pleasure without fear of being teased.
>Fluttershy increased the pace of her fingerbanging, using her tongue to play with Pinkie’s clit.
>Pinkie started grinding slightly, trying to push Fluttershy’s fingers further and further into her, which Fluttershy tried to match by thrusting harder and harder.
>At this point, Pinkie’s moans were progressively getting louder, there was no way she was gonna last much longer.
>She increased her pace even further and she started to feel Pinkie’s vagina walls clamping on her fingers.
>Pinkie then let out a surprisingly quiet moan as she arched her back, her hands subconsciously pushing Fluttershy’s face into her pussy, her body convulsing from the orgasm.
>Fluttershy rode the orgasm, still fingering Pinkie and licking her clit until the orgasm died down.
>Pinkie then pulled her into a long, tired kiss, as if thanking her for all she had just done.
>“Wowie, Fluttershy, where’d you learn how to do that?”
>Her usual energy seemed to have been subdued by all of that had just happened.
"Well, um, I...”
>“Doesn’t matter, cause the next time I need cheering up I know who to come to!”


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>You are the most radical being ever to walk these school halls.
>There can be no one who can out radical or out cool the Gilda.
>Dashie might have been a good contender but...
>Well she turned out to be a raging cunt, not a dweeb, a cunt.
>Fuck her. And fuck her again for trying to with the second most radical being in this school— Anon.
>Anon. Anon isn't like the other guys at this dive. He isn't a complete dickless, spineless loser.
>Second guy to floor you in Taekwondo, really chill guy to be around, doesn't have a colossal ego, really easy to talk to and to talk about.
>You talk about him a lot.
>And you really fucking like him.
>And through this you realized that no one is good enough for him in this shithole of a school.
>And because of this, your hand has been forced many a time.
>That special needs girl Derpy got slammed into a locker and locked in it to get the picture.
>Fluttershy got her teeth kicked in, though to be fair she was getting increasingly belligerent around Anon when he refused to give her the dick— I mean "no" means "no" right?
>You gave Rarity a rather forceful reality check as well, just because she had everyone on the football team doesn't mean she's hot shit.
>And despite all this warnings you've given these girls...
>RAINBOW SLAG STILL DOESN'T GET THE PICTURE.
>You heard her talking to her friends in the locker room. You were hidden in a ventilation shaft.
>NO YOU ARE NOT OBSESSIVE AND IF SOMEONE SAYS YOU ARE YOU'LL KILL THEM.
>She was going to try and get to together with Anon.
>Her and Anon being together.
>It made you sick and you're sure it would make Anon sick, but just to be safe you better make sure she understands that Anon doesn't want her.
>You intercept a letter Dashie wrote for Anon in Biology. Anon was on the other side of school at the time, but there is surprisingly a complex mail system in this school.
>But anyways, your contacts informed you of the letter, and one break into Derpy's locker later, you got your talons on the letter.
>Oh Christ, look at what she wrote— what was she, twelve?
"Tisk, tisk, Dashie, how were we ever friends?" you muse to yourself.
>You spend the lunch formulating your plan. You hung out with Anon but made sure he knew nothing was up.
>"Okay. What's going on? You're a million miles away today, G."
>FUCK, HE NOTICED.
>Actually... you could turn this to your advantage.
"Actually, Anon, I was wondering, well— um, y'see I was thinking maybe we could—"
>"Yeah sure, love to go out sometime, be on Skype tonight and we'll sort it out then."
>You can hardly believe your luck. Anon, coolest guy in the school, just agreed to go out with you.
>Coolest guy in your opinion, of course, but then again whose other opinion mattered?
>Well actually those five girls Dash gallivanted with were actually quickly becoming the most popular and if two of them don't mind being seen with him, then hey he must be pretty popular.
>WELL, OF COURSE HE WOULD BE. HE'S FUCKING ANON, HE'S AMAZING.
>And only deserves the best: you.
>Shortly after school you head on home and wait for Anon to get on Skype.
>While waiting you work on your plan to get rid of Dash.
~~~
>Be Flash Sentry
>A student at Canterlot High
>Did you also mention the wet dream of practically every girl in school?
>It makes sense...
>Lead guitar player in your school's band
>Good looking guy with spiky hair
>The Camaro your dad bought you for your birthday
>It's natural that almost any girl from any grade wants a piece of you
>You enjoy being this inamorato, this magnet that attracts all the women
>Or so it seemed, until you realized that your popularity has turned you into a shiny trophy
>Explains why every girl you've ever "dated" insisted on walking together hold hands for everyone to see
>And then break up with you the next week like absolutely nothing happened
"Maybe it was just this one girl," you say to yourself
"Well... maybe it was just these two girls," you continue to make excuses to yourself
".....Three?"
>You try to calm yourself down
>You desperately try to convince yourself
"Eight? Okay, hmm... uh.... Independence probability theory, maybe?"
>There's no escaping it
>At first, it felt cruel and saddening to you how none of these girls actually liked you for who you are
>But if you can't beat'em, then join'em
>If every girl is gonna treat you like a trail, then you damn well better be one...
>...
>Day one
>School starts
"Let's see who our first victim shall be."
>School day is going by normally so far
>Now it's lunch time
>You grab that thing they call "food" of the counter and find your seat
>Usually you'd sit next to your rocker friends, but this time you decide to sit down alone
>It would make it easy for any of your potential victims to approach the bait
>And they do
>You notice a girly figure walk considerably fast towards your table
>You shoot your eyes upwards wanting to identify the girl
>So our first victim for today is...
>Roseluck from calculus
>And you know exactly how to deal with her


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#007 | No.12969384
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>It's been a interesting year for you at Canterlot High.
>The first few years were your standard high school ups and downs, but your senior started out with your 18th birthday, a car, good grades... and a new woman.
>It wasn't by chance, she sought you out. She had handpicked you some time ago apparently for reasons you didn't know and didn't not care to question. The origin did not matter, only the current state of affairs.
>A great arrangement really. She had a few requirements, and as long as you followed them obediently, she was at your every beck and call.
>The main request, and one you had come to understand well, was that your current position in the school and society were to be maintained.
>It provided both the illusion that nothing had changed and satisfied her natural desire to at least act like she was in control. She felt it more dignified to ask politely even when you knew she was begging.
>The second request was at first to just indulge her. She liked to add an air of royalty to your relationship, speaking in more regal terms and sometimes even dressing the part when you were alone.
>You had agreed to it, learned your part well, and now enjoyed it yourself.
>A royal love affair, what a wonderful way to spend senior year.
>"Anon, I hope it was a pleasant day-dream!"
>You snap to attention, realizing that your reminiscing had drawn the ire of your English teacher, Ms. Cheerilie. Before you can do more than apologize she shakes her head and sighs.
>"I don't know what to do with you seniors, your minds are always drifting away from the moment."
>If she only knew just how far your mind had gone. Speaking of, it seems like it's time to visit your companion.
>As the rest of class returns to Keats and Hemingway, you compose a little prose of your own and request an audience at 3PM during one of your free periods. You receive a text back telling you that your request is "acceptable," which you've come to understand as "please."
>That settled, you turned back to English and Ms. Cheerilie before you drew more attention to yourself.
>English, Lunch, and Calculus followed and now you were trapped in the temporal vortex that was Mrs. Cake's two o'clock home education course.
>Not more than twenty minutes have gone by and it feels like a long eternity. It's an enjoyable course and Mrs. Cake really is nice teacher, but you have other things on your mind.
>Right now, how to make cup cakes is an obstacle in your way to carnal knowledge. It's all you can do to stay focused.
>Sure enough, thoughts of her voice, her scent, her body invade your mind... you can hardly wait to spend a little quality time with your princess.
>And she is yours.
>Day-dreaming again...
>*Bzzzzzzt* The overhead speaker rouses you out of your stupor and Mrs. Cake pauses from her baking to listen to the announcement.
>"Will Mr. Anon Ymous please report to the main office? Anon Ymous, please report to the main office. Thank you."
>Mrs. Cake turns to you and excuses you in her jovial tone.
>"Well, I guess you had better go! Try to make it back for cupcakes, dearie!"
>You thank her and walk out the door, wondering what this means for your plans at three.
>You reach the office few minutes later and the secretary greets you as you walk into the door.
>"Principal Celestia said to just knock on her door when you arrived. I'm going down the hall to make some copies, if either of you need anything."
>She wanders off and you knock on the principal's door.
>"Come in."
>You open the door and see her standing there, hand on the edge of her desk as she waits for you.
>Long, slim legs, ample bust, gorgeous hair that flowed down past her shoulders, and a knowing smile that grew as you stepped in to the office.
>Your memories are a poor substitute when compared against the visage of your princess in real life. And to think she belongs to you.
>You lock the door behind you as she speaks.
>"Hello Anon, thank you for joining us on short notice."
"You are welcome, princess. Why the change? I had expected to see you at three."
>You speak with a slightly authoritative tone in an attempt to exert quiet dominance. No point in letting her have all the fun.
>"A meeting with my staff was canceled. We thought you would like your audience with me sooner."
>You look at her with your arms crossed, a unspoken question on your face.
>"We apologize for not conferring with you first."
>You continue to stare, playing the moment for what it's worth.
>Celestia brings a hand to her chest and a honest look of worry is in her eyes.
>"Did... did we offend you?"
>You hold your stern gaze for another few seconds before putting on a playful smile.
"Of course not. I just enjoy watching you sweat."
>Celestia immediately relaxes and lets out a sigh of relief.
>"What can we do for you?" she asks as she walks to the front of the desk. "You did ask for this audience, did you not?"
>Ah yes, the game resumes.
"You seem distracted and stressed when I last saw you. I though I could provide a welcome relief."
>"How touching." She smiles again. "Are you sure you have no ulterior motive?"
"I may be distracted myself. One of your vassals accused me of day-dreaming."
>"And?"
"Guilty as charged, milady."
>"Well, we will do our best to accommodate." She sends a sultry look in your direction as she slides her jacket off and onto the desk, leaving a white blouse and a cream-colored skirt. She reaches out to you with both hands.
>"Come to your princess." Her tone is demanding, not with authority but with desire.
>You step forward into her embrace, your hand coming up to hold her face. You lean in and kiss her, feeling her moan into your mouth the instant your lips touch.
>After several seconds, you pull away leaving a thin strand of saliva dangling between you. Your other hand leans into the desk to support your weight as Celestia grabs your belt and pulls you close to her. Your eyes are locked together.
>"Now," she whispers, "make your princess cum."
>That's all the permission you need. Celestia gasps in surprise as your hand that caressed her face moments ago now takes hold of her luxurious hair and pulls her head back, exposing her neck.
>You lean in hungrily, kissing her now vulnerable throat. You pull away briefly and breath against her now wet skin, the chill causing her to shiver slightly before you continue.
>Your kisses trail down her neck to her collarbone, and she begins to unbutton her blouse. After relieving herself of that barrier she pushes herself onto the desk, her sitting position now allowing her use of both hands.
>Celestia slips her arms underneath your shirt to stroke your chest and back. As you engulf her breast through her bra, she digs her finger nails into your back, causing you to hiss lightly.
>You stand up and lock eyes with her again as your hands busy themselves unhooking her bra.
"You wound me my princess. I thought you liked me."
>"Oh, but I do. You only hurt the ones you love."
"Is that so? Your words princess."
>Celestia cries out as you pinch both nipples between thumb and forefinger, twisting them and causing her to arch her back.
>You take this opportunity to push her to a horizontal position on the desk and allow her legs to rise up on either side of you. She wraps them around your waist in response.
"Now," you say as you gaze upon your prize, "what does my princess desire?"
>Celestia says nothing, but takes your and and licks your fingers. Once they are slick, she laughs and pushes your hand down to her crotch.
"As you wish, princess."
>Using your other hand you hike up her skirt, enjoying the way she twitches as you approach her entrance. Taking a single finger, you brush past her outer lips and tug her panties out of the way.
>You take a moment to savor Celestia's breasts as they rise and fall in time with her rapid breathing and then lock eyes with her once more. She's all smiles and lust.
>You push a finger in and watch her eyes widen in delight. Another finger and she involuntarily writhes.
>Celestia reaches up and tugs your collar, bring you down to her.
>"Deeper," she coos in your ear, "please."
>Anything for your princess.
>You push farther into her and she begins to moan again. You curl your fingers upward towards he g-spot and begin a familiar rhythm that her hips soon match.
>Each thrust releases a little more fluid, slowly wetting your hand and Celestia's desk. She's clearly enjoying your ministrations.
>As Celestia's moaning increases in frequency you decide to give her the relief she's aching for. You place your other thumb on her clit and rub. Shortly after, she begins to shudder and while the rest of her body squirms her hand darts down and pulls you deeper inside of her.
>A few minutes later and you are resting on the couch in her office. Celestia sits against you with her head resting in the crook of your neck. Such an adoring princess.
"I sincerely hope your secretary didn't hear us."
>"I asked her to run off flyers for the formal. She'll be gone for more than an hour."
>You glance up at the clock anyway. 2:50. A mischievous thought crosses your mind and you hope that the princess forgives you later.
"Princess, I am afraid that I have an urgent matter to attend to. Please forgive my haste, but I must keep my appointment."
>With that, you sort yourself out and walk to the door.
"Farewell princess, until I see you again."
>Celestia looks at you with disappointment, concern, and confusion. She's really not sure what to think as you leave and it all you can do not to acquiesce to her pouting face.
>About ten minutes later, you knock.
>"Come in."
>You open the door to Celestia's office and walk to her desk. She looks up in surprise.
>"Anon? What.."
>She pauses as you present two cupcakes, fresh from Mrs. Cake's class.
"I thought this might make up for my expedient departure earlier. I still having pressing matter to attend to though."
>Celestia looks at you, a grin beginning to grace her beautiful face as you walk back to the door. She swipes some icing from the cupcake in front of her and brings the tip of her finger to her tongue for a long lick.
"I see you caught on."
>You reach the door and immediately close and lock it.
"Princess, I believe I had requested an audience at three o'clock..."


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>Class is boring.
>But that's because math is always boring, not just at Canterlot High. Luckily this Friday is about to end, the clock slowly ticking away those final minutes before you're all free.
>Fuck yes. Weekend. Non-stop Battlefield 3.
>You sit with your head in your palm, trying not to fall asleep while the teacher talks math talk and writes formulas on the board.
>While fighting sleep, a paper airplane hits you in the back of the head. You look behind you. Rainbow Dash is pointing urgently at the plane. With the teacher still writing, you stealthily lean over to collect the paper and unfold it.
>'Anon, stay after shcool for a soccer game with me and Applejack. Most of the team skipped today, but I need to practice.'
>You notice she misspelled school. How. More importantly she wants you to fill an empty slot for a game, just because you made the mistake of playing her last week for shits and giggles. This interrupts gaming.
>Fucking Rainbow Dash.
>Bells rings. Finally! Freedom.
>Class stampedes out, ignoring teacher's reminder to study.
>You pack your things while the rush dies down before leaving. You don't get further than three feet away from the door before Rainbow Dash tries to recruit you.
>"There you are, Anon!" she roughly tosses an arm around your shoulder, effectively preventing you from running for it. Smart. Although you both know she'd catch you anyway. "Trying to sneak away behind the herd, huh? Nice try. Anyway, have you brought your A-game? We don't have long before next week's game, but if we practice hard—"
>You cut her off.
"One, I wasn't sneaking off. Two, it's YOU who doesn't have long before the game. I'm not part of the soccer team. And three, I didn't bring my A-game, it's at home. On my PS3. Where I'm going now."
>Rainbow groans, but you know she won't quit that easily.
>"Aw, come on, Anon! Save that geek stuff for later! Besides, inviting you wasn't even my idea, it was Applejack's! More importantly, I— er, the TEAM needs you!"
>Huh. That almost makes you stop. But now, Rainbow Dash using the puppy dog eyes trick on you. You bite your lip and decide you have to escape before it's too late.
"Applejack? Sorry, not buying it. The team isn't MY problem, anyway..."
>Just before you get the chance to jerk your shoulder from under Rainbow Dash's arm, another arm goes around your free shoulder.
>"Whoa now, what's the rush, Anon? Besides, those sound like excuses to me."
>Applejack has now also ensnared you and is tossing you a playful, cheeky grin.
>Shit.
>Dual-sided assault. You're trapped. You glance behind you wondering how the hell Applejack ninja'd you.
"Are you two stalking me?"
>"Nah," they both answer nonchalantly.
>They were stalking you. Should've never turned your back on them...
>"And Rainbow's right, y'know," Applejack continued, noticing your look of consternation. "Invitin' you along was my idea. Ah figured a tough guy like you wouldn't have a problem helping two pretty gals out."
>Applejack winks.
>SHIT. Bait and a trap. Good kind of trap. But still a trap. Avoid the trap...
"How do you know I don't have important things to do today? It's Friday, after all," you say, trying to bluff your way out, but at this point, you almost don't want to escape.
>Applejack tilts her head and grins more.
>"'Cause you don't. Didn't ya'll just tell Rainbow here that you were goin' home to play some fancy computer game?"
>"Yeah, you so did!" Rainbow confirmed helpfully.
>FUCK.
>You frown deeply. Applejack only smiles more at you. Welp, bluff is dead. Frowning probably didn't help. You decide to cut a deal.
"...I'll ONLY play if I get a free apple pie after this."
>Applejack beams at their successful recruitment and looks happier than RD does in that moment. She shakes your hand in agreement. >"Sounds about fair to me. Deal."
>"YES!" Rainbow Dash shouts in celebration before bolting down the hall. "Come on, Caramel won't wait forever!"
>Applejack doesn't let go of your hand and pulls you along.
>"Let's go, pardner."
>Applejack pulls you along through the hall chasing after Rainbow Dash, even though you had both lost sight of her and you were sure she was on the field by now. Hall monitors proved no match for any of you, especially Dash.
>Your hand slips a bit. Wait... was Applejack's hand... sweaty? You look up. Her face doesn't look sweaty. You conclude that it was possibly you, and dismiss the thought.
>Either way, it doesn't take long before you're on the field and catch up with Rainbow. There are three other players players. Caramel, and two other students whose names you never bothered remembering.
>"'Bout time, slowpokes. All right, I'm with Caramel, and you two can choose between the others, since you're about to lose," Rainbow smirked.
>Applejack returned the smirk in kind, and you could feel this game might end up putting you in pain. "Right, we got Roseluck, then. You can have, Daisy. Sorry about puttin' ya on the losin' team there, Daisy!"
>Daisy waved and smiled.
>Either Daisy doesn't give a fuck, or Daisy's special. You had to be special, too, agreeing to get into a soccer game with Applejack and Dash. Either way, Applejack briefly dismisses herself to change into shorts, and when she returns it doesn't take long before you all take your positions: Roseluck playing goalie for your team, and Caramel for the other.
>Just as you thought: you're pretty special for playing this game for pie. Rainbow Dash blitzed around the field so quickly, you thought it was almost pointless chasing her unless she was at least close to arm's reach from you.
>Likewise, Applejack was a force to be reckoned with. Poor Daisy had tried a stealthy sideways steal, but Applejack didn't notice her in time and barreled the poor girl over, knocking her a good few feet.
>She kept playing, despite the chance to use that as an excuse to escape. You must have been right, Daisy is special.
>Despite the danger to your health, you begin to realize you and Applejack make a good team. Your watchful and strategic self-placement compliment Applejack's powerful, more aggressive style of playing. She grins and winks at you when you two make good plays. Feels good.
>With scores tied, Applejack goes to drive the ball in, after you had thrown off Rainbow Dash by making a good pass to the farm girl. Losing her footing for attempting to switch from stealing to blocking your pass, Dash ends up ramming into you. Nearly max speed.
>Hurt like a bitch, too.
>While you were eating dirt, Caramel had leapt to stop Applejack's shot. But mispredicting her aim, he leapt at an odd angle and managed to block the ball and land awkwardly on his foot, collapsing.
>“MY LEG!”
>You look over. Caramel's clutching his foot, rolling around in agony. Well, that's game.
>Rainbow cursed under her breath, “Caramel, that's your foot, not your leg! Well... at least you managed to block the shot. You okay?”
>Applejack was already examining, “Nothin' looks broken. Might've just sprained it. We better get him back to Nurse Redheart. Good thing she leaves late.”
>Daisy offered to escort Caramel there and supported his injured side. Dash grudgingly agreed they had to stop.
>“...Fine, we'll finish this game later. Caramel, you better not try to use this as an excuse to miss next week's game!” she called after him.
>Not turning around or stopping, Caramel flipped her off.
>Good guy Caramel.
>You're failing at constraining your snickers.
>“I'll handle him later,” Rainbow waved Caramel off, “Fun game, even though my team was totally going to win.”
>Smirking, AJ rolled her eyes.
>“Sure you were. Anyhow, I reckon we should head home. It's gettin' late...” Applejack turns to you and throws a half-lidded, subtly flirty, stare your way. “And I still owe you pie.”
>You forgot you were getting a pie out of this while trying not to get maimed by raging rainbow. Sweet.
>The three of you leave the school grounds together, Applejack and Rainbow Dash only briefly arguing over who would have won before Applejack stops.
>“Well, I gotta actually bake that pie, won't do to give ya anything precooked. So... uh...” Applejack paused and blushed for just a moment before catching herself. “Swing by my place in around an hour, Anon.”
>Applejack waves, and makes a break down the street toward her farm. Leaves you with walking Rainbow Dash home. You live close to each other anyway, so it was unavoidable.
>“You should bring me back a slice of that pie,” Rainbow Dash grinned. You've been friends long enough to tell she was only half joking.
“No. That pie's mine. I earned it after you nearly broke my face.”
>Rainbow Dash laughed. “Totally not my fault if you can't react fast enough.”
>Pause, but both keep walking. Rainbow Dash is staring at you.
“Shit, do I still have dirt on my nose?”
>“What's the deal with you and AJ?”
>Damn, that was blunt.
>Dash doesn't stop starting.
“What do you mean?”
>“You know, she keeps looking at you all the time during class and she almost always mentions you at least once a day,” Dash explained, seeming frustrated you don't notice.
>However, you CAN'T notice either since Applejack sits a few rows behind you, and you're not around their group of friends when they're all together talking. You tell her as much.
>“Still... I KNOW you know she digs you. Almost makes me jealous. Almost,” Dash says with a coy smile.
>It's not very effective.
“This is why I'm not sharing any of my pie with you.”
>You reach Dash's house. Dash grins wider. Probably not good.
>“Aw, you're not sharing any of that Apple-pie? Whatever. Your call, Anon. The three of us could have had an awesome time together.”
>She takes in your blanking expression and laughs before going into her home.
>Well shit.
>You set her up for that one.
>Chuckling at Dash's joke, you set off towards your house. You drop off your backpack, change into clothes without dirt stains, and prepare to waste time on the internet.
>Wait. You're going to go eat over at Applejack's. Practically an unofficial date. Instead, you spruce up to sexy Anon level.
>Gotta stay fresh.
>Heading out the door with just enough time to get to AJ's, dusk sets in. Near her home, you wonder if you should have used a bit of cologne. Lifting an arm you take a quick whiff. Old Spice and mild sweat.
>Good enough. Chicks dig the man smell.
>As you approach the farmhouse, you spy Applejack sitting on an outdoor sofa, looking very bored. You call out to her and wave, and she immediately perks up and waits for you at the door.
>“There you are, Anon! I almost thought Rainbow was going to hold you up with somethin' stupid. Pie's ready, if you're wonderin'."
>You're about to answer when your stomach does it for you. Monstrous grown achieved.
>Applejack laughs. Cutest damn laugh on earth.
>"Reckon that's a yes."
>She leads you in. Her house is full of Southern decorative accents. Very comfy. More importantly, the smell of the promised baked goods is heavy in the air.
>You have to keep your mouth closed from watering so damn much. You're going to destroy that pie.
>Also, you notice Applejack changed clothes too. She's back to wearing her denim skirt, but she's wearing a light-green tank top instead of her usual cowgirl shirt, and her feet are only covered in striped green and white socks.
>Applejack motions to the pie sitting on the table, and you snap your eyes up from staring just in time. Pie's steaming. Came just in time, too.
>"As promised, pardner. Dig in."
>Gratitude has reached orbit. Gotta play it cool, though.
"YES! ThankyouAJ—mystomachthanksyoutoo—you'reawesome."
>Cool fail.
>Applejack laughs though. Mini win. You sit down and immediately cut a slice of that steaming delicious pastry. Applejack sits next to you and watches, grinning.
>"Shucks, I didn't know you liked our pies so much. Kinda reminds me of Officer Soarin'..." Applejack says.
>Nod gruffly. And bite into pie. Scalds part of your tongue. Worth it. Instant ecstasy. You sigh in pleasure as it sits on your tongue and melts into your mouth.
>Applejack looks beyond proud. "Well, figurin' you'd like the pie so much... I went ahead and brought some other treats." She reaches to the chair next to her and she pulls up a can of whipped cream and a basket of apple fritters, apple tarts... and were those doughnuts? APPLE-flavored doughnuts?
>Applejack is a goddess.
>You reach over like a mesmerized child for the whipped cream.
>You fucking love whipped cream.
>But Applejack grabs your outstretched hand.
>"Now hold your horses, Anon. I figured... we could play a game over these," she says and tosses a sly look your way, hints of a blush starting on her face.
>You freeze. Dem's bedroom eyes.
>Aw shit.
"What kind of game?"
>Applejack points to a stack of cards. SHIT. Probably Texas Holdem. You're not bad, but you feel you're about to get owned.
>"Uno." Applejack brings the cards over. They're indeed Uno cards. Surprise, surprise.
>Applejack's blush returned as she said,
>"And I, uh, thought we'd play with some additional rules."
>You nod again and take another bite of pie.
"Hell yeah, sounds fun. You can deal."
>You don't want to win all the treats, Applejack probably hasn't eaten yet, cooking your pie. You just want— no, you NEED to win the use of whipped cream.
>Applejack happily shuffles the cards, and deals them out. Hiding her mouth behind her hand of seven cards, a set of mischievous, competitive green eyes burn into yours.
>This should be fun.
>...
>Applejack places a blue +2 card down. "Draw two, Anon. And lose your shirt and watch."
>Brain breaks.
>Wut...
>Awww shit. Strip Uno. Why haven't you thought of this?!
>Applejack gives you her best seductive smile and bedroom eyes. You know where this is going.
>Fuck yeah.
~~~
>"Oh yeah! Don't stop, Anon!"
>Rainbow Dash was currently letting out hushed moans as you worked your fingers under her dress
>After her friend Rarity had insisted that everyone in their group bring dates to the Fall Formal, she had practically forced you to go with her
>Not that you were complaining
>She had been your doubles partner on the tennis team for years, so you knew each other pretty well
>Plus she was pretty hot
>You would be lying if you said that her ass bent over in ready position wasn't the reason why a few serves went into the net
>At the dance she had spent most of her time hanging out with her girlfriends, but you didn't mind
>This wasn't a serious date or anything so you just chatted with the other guys
>Although one of the girls had brought a freshman boy and two had brought their brother, which was... weird
>Still, they all seemed like cool enough guys
>Later, when the girls had started to break off with their dates Rainbow had pulled you to a secluded part of the room and started to get frisky
>You were hidden behind some very large and tacky decorations, so no one would find you unless they were specifically looking for you
>The blaring music they insisted on playing also made hearing Rainbow's moans next to impossible
>So while it wasn't enough to go full out, you had more than enough privacy to get a little hands-on
>Right now you were standing behind Dash, pressed up against her finely-toned body
>Your arm went straight down, lifting her dress, reaching past her small, firm butt, and parting her legs, forcing her to stand in an awkward position
>You had been slowly fingering her for a few minutes now
>In no rush, you enjoyed watching her reactions as you passed the time
>Rainbow had just gotten wet enough for you to slide a second finger into her tight pussy when suddenly
>"Oh my God! Rainbow Dash!"
>Both of you immediately stopped what you where doing and looked with wide eyes at the source of the disturbance
>An orange freshman girl you recognized from every match you'd ever played with Dash
>Scootaloo
>President of the 'Rainbow Dash Fan Club' and all-around stalker
>Whenever Dash was doing something cool, Scootaloo was sure to be there
>Personally, you found it to be a little creepy
>But to someone who loved attention as much as Dash it was probably a godsend
>She had taken the younger girl under her wing and fostered a relationship reminiscent of those Big Sister programs
>Before either of you could react she had taken several pictures of you with her phone
>"This is great! I can't wait to show this to the fan club! They're gonna think that it's... SO AWESOME!"
>She finished with a sickening impersonation of Rainbow
>Shit
>It couldn't get out that the two of you were getting sexual on school property, and at a public gathering at that
>The scandal could get you both kicked out off the team
>Possibly even expelled
>You had to stop this little orange devil before she could do that to you
>You begin to make a move, but as usual Dash is faster
>"Wait! Hey Scoots, um... how would you like to, uh... join in?"
>wat
>You stare at Dash incredulously
>I mean, you're all for threesomes, but this girl has got to be at least three years younger than you
>Even if it isn't illegal, it's still pretty socially unacceptable and you don't want to become a pariah
>Rainbow shoots you a look telling you to just go with it
>Scootaloo is excited beyond belief
>"Really?! I get to have my first time with Rainbow Dash?! This is the greatest thing to ever happen to me!"
>Great, she's a virgin. This just keeps getting better and better
>Dash is clearly uncomfortable with this too, but tries to feign excitement to keep Scootaloo under control
>"Uh, yeah kid. It's gonna be cool. But since I'm giving you special treatment here you have to promise not to tell anyone, okay? We don't need them getting jealous. And for god's sake keep your voice down."
>Scootaloo's eyes grew with understanding and she replied with a noticeably quieter, yet still excited, tone
>"Okay, I promise. Now let's go, I can't wait!"
>"Um, okay, Scoots. Come over here and I guess we can get started."
>You give a worried look to Dash as Scootaloo ran up to you
>Were you really going to do this?
>She whispered in your ear
>"Sorry, but I can't risk getting kicked off the team and I can't think of any other way out."
>As soon as Scootaloo reaches you she yanks her panties down to her knees and pulls her dress all the way up
>Your cheeks catch fire as you stare at a bald, dark orange pussy that looks like it'd never even been seen, let alone touched
>"I bet he feels really good inside! Right, Rainbow Dash?!"
>Dash is blushing as hard as you are, she clearly wasn't expecting to be exposed to the girls privates
>"Um, yeah, kid. But you can't really show off that much here, so we'll have to keep our clothes on and stick to just using our hands."
>The kid looks a little downcast at this news, but obliges by pulling her panties up to her thighs and covering them with her dress
>Apparently preserving a little of your decency is just raining on her parade
>But you can't put this off forever
>You turn her around so you can't see that innocent face so full of wonder and apprehension
>Your hand reluctantly reaches around her waist, sliding slowly up her leg and under her dress
>It moves up and pauses on her lower stomach before making the plunge into her nether regions
>As soon as your fingers reach her hill her excitement burst and she starts giggling gleefully
>"Eee! I can't believe this is actually happening!"
>She's looking straight at Rainbow the whole time, hearts practically flying out of her eyes
>You hesitantly begin to stroke her slit
>It actually feels really good
>It possesses a smoothness that can only be found in one as fresh as her and it pulses enthusiastically, begging you to make its wildest dreams come true
>Despite this, your shame prevents you from getting more than semi-hard and slows your hand's movements
>She seems to have no such reservations
>She begins grinding on your hand as hard as her inexperienced little legs can manage
>You wince back from the little moans she lets out with each thrust of her pelvis until you feel Dash's hands gently rub your shoulders
>"Look, just... get her off as fast as you can. Just get this over with and we can go back to it being just the two of us. I promise, I'll even give you a present to make up for it."
"Easy for you to say when all you have to do is watch, why don't you try 'getting her off faster'."
>Scootaloo let out a gasp of joy
>"Yes! Rainbow Dash, you totally need to join in. It's no fun if your not getting in on the action."
>You've got to admit, that last line hurt a little
>I mean, she was already starting to get a little wet so you couldn't have been doing THAT bad a job
>But it seemed to do the trick
>Rainbow let out a sigh
>"Fine. Let me show you how it's done."
>She moves in front of you, standing right next to Scootaloo
>You feel her hand push yours out of the way as she took over the engagement on the southern front
>True to her strategy she began a ferocious attack on Scootaloo's clit
>The orange girl let out a cry significantly louder than anything you had elicited from her
>Worried by the noise she was making you clamp your now free hand over her mouth
>You're shocked when the little fucker starts to lick her trace juices off your fingers
>It seems to be turning her on, because she's letting out even more moans of delight now
>It's enough for you to keep your hand firmly in place despite the licking
>"Are you just gonna stand there, or are you gonna help?"
>Rainbow is glaring at you, demanding that you pull your weight here
"Well what do you want me to do?! You're kinda already doing... IT."
>"I don't know... play with her tits or something. Chicks love that."
>You can't resist having a little fun with that
"Oh? And what would you know about that?"
>A quick elbow to your jaw wipes the smug grin off of it
>Probably best not to point out Dash's insecurities
>To avoid any further damage to the money maker you do as she asks and move your free hand up to Scootaloo's bosoms
>While small they were surprisingly firm, even through her dress
>From the feel of it you guessed that she wasn't wearing a bra
>Probably didn't really need one, although hers were still bigger than Dash's
>You started to massage them one at a time, occasionally pinching where you guessed the nipple would be
>This was something you really couldn't do with Dash so you actually get a rush of rare pleasure out of it
>Scootaloo seems to as well, her eyes shutting as she focused on t00000000aaaahe feelings the two of you were giving her
>Her squealing made you thankful for the loud dubstep being played for once
>Dash's plan seemed to be working when all of a sudden her eyes shot open and she grabbed your hand and uncovered her mouth
>"Wait, I just realized that neither of you are getting any attention. That's not really fair."
>You tried to assure her that it didn't matter, but she persisted
>Taking matters into her own hands she thrust a hand under Rainbow's dress and began frantically jerking it around
>Rainbow's free hand shot up to her mouth just in time to muffle a cry of delight
>"Unf... Th-that's okay, AH, ScootaLOO! Anon can, MMM, take care of tha—ah!—at for me."
>Her other hand came flying out from under Scootaloo's dress to grab yours
>She slammed it into her crotch, forcing Scoot's out of the way
>Her panties were still pulled to the side from earlier, but something had changed
>Somehow she had gotten a lot wetter than she was before
>Oh my God
>You're startled as you realize that this whole ordeal has been turning her on
>You almost voice your disgust at this until you realize that your cock is straining against the confines of your pants
>Fuck
>You're both sick
>But it's too late to turn back now
>You slide two fingers into the tight confines of Dash's hole and begin sliding in and out
>Her hand stays firmly clamped on her mouth as her muscular body begins trying to suck your fingers ever deeper
>Scootaloo stares intently on the writhing Rainbow Dash
>"Doesn't it feel good, Rainbow? I love it when he touches me like that."
>Dash awkwardly looks down at her and shakes her head
>"MmhMM!"
>Even in her pleasure, Rainbow remembers the goal
>Finishing Scootaloo so you can escape punishment
>She moves her hand away from her crotch and grabs your other one
>She sends it back under Scootaloo's dress to continue her work
>You shy away for a moment and lean in close to her ear to whisper
"I... I don't think I can do it."
>"What?! Why the fuck not?!"
"Because, I'm— I'm enjoying it."
>Her eyes carry a strange mix of frustration and understanding
>"Just, close your eyes and pretend it's two of me. Can you do that? Please?"
>You sigh, closing your eyes and trying your best to imagine that the smooth, young body under your left is the same as the muscular, experienced one on your right
>It only takes a second before you're ready
>You slowly press your way into the second Rainbow's pussy
>It's much tighter than the first one
>It shudders at your very touch, amateurishly grasping at your finger
>You begin to match the movements of your hands to each other until both are moving at the same speed
>Both holes have a unique feeling, but are just similar enough that you can pretend they belong to the same person
>You keep your eyes closed until you hear a small slurping noise in front of you
>You crack an eye open just long enough to see Dash sucking on one of her fingers
>The one that had just been stuck inside Scootaloo
>No
>It was just another Dash
>A younger one
>She used time travel or something
>You close your eyes and continue fingering both girls
>Both are now soaking your hands as they leak fluids
>Their muffled groans are making your cock painfully hard as it yearns for the same kind of release you're giving them
>As if in response to this need, you feel your zipper being clumsily undone
>A hand reaches in and shakily begins to caress your rod
>Rainbow must have recognized your need and fought through the pleasure to share some with you
>After all that you've been through, your balls are begging to let their payload fly
>But you must resist for now
>You know that that would be the end
>And you have a job to do first
>You slide another finger into both Rainbows
>Now you have two in the younger Dash and three in the older one
>They both melt at your handiwork
>Juices flow freely onto your hands and both girls release nonstop moans
>Rainbow pauses her hand job for a moment as both girls tense up
>A torrent of cum is released onto your right hand while the left is held tightly in place and rhythmically squeezed
>Finally the girls stop shaking and you pull free
>As your hand job begins again you raise your hands to your face and inhale
>The smell of sweat and Fanta pushes you over the edge
"Rainbow! I'm gonna cum!"
>You open your eyes and stare right down at...
"Scootaloo?!"
>The orange girl if zealously tugging at your dick, joy on her face at the thought of getting you off
>Below her Dash is on her knees with her mouth right in front of your raging member
>Her eyes are half-lidded and empty, uncontrolled passion controlling her every move
>Her mouth closes over your head and all it takes is one long, hard suck for you to blow your load inside of her mouth
>You cum more than enough for two girls, but Dash takes it all
>She moves her head away, looks you straight in the eye, and swallows it all in one gulp
>Scootaloo moves in for the scraps, squeezing a few extra drops out of your pole and licking them off the end
>All three of you just stand there for a few minutes, panting and enjoying the afterglow
>...
>After you've all fixed your clothes you meander out of your hiding place while trying to look inconspicuous
>You find an empty table and collapse into the chairs set up around it
>Scootaloo is the first to break the silence
>"Wow! That was so awesome!"
>You and Dash exchange glances for a second before responding
>"Yeah, Scoots. It was great."
"Y'know, it was actually really fun."
>She smiles, glad to have pleased her role model and you so much
>"Maybe we could even do it again sometime..."
>Your eyes widen a bit as you imagine all of the possibilities that would open up
>"... and I promise I won't tell anyone."
>It's risky, but the reward is totally worth it
>You share one more glance with Dash, nodding before facing the girl
"I think that's a great idea."
>Maybe having fangirls has its upsides after all
~~~
>I can't even see my hand in front of my face.
>It's unsettling.
>But I'm not as afraid of the dark as I am of pissing her off.
>She told me to sit down and wait until she returns.
>So that's what I'm going to do.
>Maybe I was supposed to spend this time thinking about what I've done.
>The things I occupy my mind with have gotten me in enough shit for one day.
>Nope, I'm just going to stare blankly into the dark in silence.
>Stare and wonder what were the specific mistakes I made that lead me to become such a failure.
>Whoops, there I go again...
>Another half hour passes.
>Who does this bitch think she is?!
>I don't have all damn day.
>Who am I kidding? Of course I do.
>I have nowhere else to be but my basement.
>And I already know what I'm going to do when I get there.
>That’s what I get for browsing /mlp/ in class
>“Safe for work“ my ass!
>She is a silent guardian... a watchful protector...
>I just had to click on that pic of the Mysterious Mare-Do-Well!
>I'd be on there now, but I swear it's the darkness suppressing my net connection.
>Was I buried down a mineshaft or something?
>Still the temptation is great.
>After an hour of wrestling with it, it's time to man up.
"Screw this shit! I'm going home!"
>As I rise from my seat, footsteps approach the door.
>Resolve goes limp
>I slink back into the chair.
>The doorknob slowly turns...
>ohshit.jpg
>the first glimmer of light I've seen in an hour.
>My eyes can't handle it.
>In front of the blinding lights stands a silhouette with its hands on its hips.
>Crossing the room, she opens the blinds
>Stripes of shadow and light project across the room.
>Still facing away, she speaks...
>"There are things I'd greatly prefer to be dealing with right now rather than this..."
>She sounded like royalty. Educated, uppity, militant.
>Not like the socialites of today.
>The kind that conquered lands and laid siege to her enemies.
>"But there are infractions so outrageous, so severe that my failing to address and deal with them accordingly would constitute an even greater crime.
>Each of her words cut like swords forged by her kingdom's finest smith.
"What was the violation you committed... Anonymous?"
>She spoke approaching her desk. She wants me to say it?!
>"Silence is not a suitable answer, young man. And I am certain that my patience exceeds yours."
>Fuck butterflies, Fluttershy's in my stomach, and she's finally learned to buck something fierce.
>Must have hit my bladder cause god damn it I need to take a piss.
"I was... uh, surfing the internet in class when I shouldn't..."
>"My, my, you certainly know how to make light of your transgressions! I was informed you're guilty of far more than that."
"I was, ah— looking at... um... ad-adult? material..."
>"Speak up young man!
"Adult material."
>"That's not all you were doing!"
"I was 'stroking it'...“
>"And WHAT is this, 'it' you were stroking?“
"My cock! I was stroking my—“
>"You dare speak profanely in my presence?!!
>I swear a heard thunder and saw lightning peal in her eyes.
>I'm not sure what was stronger, the rage or the contempt.
>"This is an institute of higher learning! We teach both English and Biology here! So use proper English to describe your biological functions!"
>There was no way I could say it. I refuse to say it!
>"Your sudden modesty is the act of a charlatan!"
>Her condescending glare would make a great man feel small.
>"You were bold enough to perform the deed. Yet you're too timid to speak of it?"
>I withered into non-existence in her sight.
"I was masturbating in class."
>"I do believe the content you were observing was at least as disturbing as the act itself..."
"I was looking at colorful miniature horses... from a children's cartoon show."
>I stated it as plain as day. It was only then that the true gravity of it me...
>"Are you 'weeping', Anonymous?"
>The bitch wasn't the least bit concerned. It was if she was curious how one being could be this much of a waste of flesh.
>"Why?"
"Because..."
“I will never be with my waifu!“
>"Waifu? There you go again speaking in slang—“
>I cut her off mid-sentence. At this point my agony was so great, what worse could she do?
"Wife. It means wife."
>"You... believe yourself to be married to this 'character’?"
"No. I don't. I just wish I was!"
>I couldn't even bear to look at her, but the tone did change a bit. Not that her pity is much better than contempt.
>"You have much to learn, Anonymous! A 'wife' isn't just some plaything you just to get satisfaction..."
>Okay here we go! This bitch is a sadist I swear! Just dragging this out to pound my fragile ego as much as possible! What the hell would she know about it anyway?! Her pale blue ass has probably never seen the damn sun much more gotten some! She's gotta be ten times the basement dweller that I am— just look at this place. She's have a gorgeous face if she didn't constantly look like she just stepped in shit or something! Huge tits barely visible behind a baggy ass sweater and a collar straight up to her neck. This feminist prude is definitely a fucking virgin! I bet deep down you want the D so damn bad, don't you! I'll have you begging for it like a mare in heat, you—!
>I tuned out of my internal rant/rape fantasy just in time to her the end of her tirade.
>"Seeing as you claim such affection for this young 'mare', it would be a suitable lesson to apologize for objectifying her in your mind!"
"I'm sorry... Luna..."
>"What?!"
>Blue cheeks turned bright purple before she turned away her chair.
>Knowing her, the blush was just from the murderous animus she was experiencing.
>She would want to keep her professional posture after all.
"I didn't mean you. The character's name is Princess Luna.'
>"Y-yes." Her flustered response given to the wall in front of me. "Well I'm certain this 'Luna' accepts your apology. You may leave now."
>I should have mouthed off to her.
>Expulsion means I can attempt to start over.
>Suspension at least buys me some time
>Now I face the bullying tomorrow and there's only two ways to stop it.
>Turn Canterlot High into the next Columbine, or commit sepukku.
>Who am I kidding, I'm no samurai!
>I'd just be another pussy who copped out and killed himself!
>...
>Took a shower.
>Yeah, I do that, not sure why I bother.
>All resolve is lost.
>Don't even want to fap to horses.
>All I want to do drift away.
>To wake up and never return.
>Not sure where I am.
>Must have been one hell of a ride.
>The cosmos extends further than the eye can see.
>Behind me, the giant blue ball I call home.
>I'm standing on white rock.
"Is this the Moon?"
>I grab my throat before realizing that I heard my own voice in space.
>Screaming in victory. I jump over twenty five feet in the air.
>This has got to be a dream!
>It may be dark and lonely.
>But so is my mother's basement.
>At least I'm the king of this world.
>I think I could get used to it here.
>Of course that would be implying that I am alone.
>Implying that this world doesn't already has a ruler.
>Silly me.
>"Anonymous..."
>Her voice beckons to me.
>Is it the voice of my beloved.
>Or the voice of the woman who I fear?
>I only now realize that they're the same...
>Out of pale light she takes form before my eyes.
>no hooves.
>To what should have been my horror, it is Vice Principal Luna. But not as she would normally appear.
>She wore a slinky yet elegant blue gown that no mortal could afford.
>The thin fabric giving life to the curves she normally hides.
>Her shoes and crown must have been made of diamonds.
>Her hair had a life of its own, sparkling like starlight as it drifted without wind.
>She floated in the air, unbound by weakened gravity.
"A warm welcome to you, Anonymous."
>This seems familiar.
>Yep. Season 3 Episode 6...
"Vice Principal Luna? Why are you dressed like this? You're not a princess."
>She approaches me as she speaks, still regal yet lacking the edge I'm accustomed to.
>"You would be mistaken. But I hope not disappointed..."
>Nervous, yes. Scared? Most definitely! Disappointed?
>My boner would have to disagree.
"How could I be? When perfection stands before my eyes?"
>I couldn't believe the words were coming out of my mouth.
>I am face to face with a woman who utterly humiliated me.
>Yet I felt them with every fiber of my being.
>"You flatter us with your overestimation. Perfection has neither lack nor want, we are cursed with both."
>Gone is the royal 'we' as she drops to the ground.
>Her tone softens further as she speaks.
>Delicate as a flower.
>Dripping like the sweetest of honey.
>Did this Luna take vocal lessons too?
>"Which is why I brought you into my presence."
"What could you possibly want with me?
>"I have lived many years— far longer than you'd imagine, but your earlier assumption was nonetheless correct."
"I don't remember making any assumptions."
>"That I live a life of solitude. Much of it in complete isolation. That I have never known the touch of another."
>How did she— Oh yeah, as vivid as it all seems, this is a dream. She has access to all the knowledge I have—
>"You assume much, even as we speak. This is a dream and I assure you that you are indeed asleep, but a better question to inquire would be who is dreaming thus?"
>So what is she saying? That she's entered my mind? Or that I'm in hers? Through what, her unicorn magic?
>The sheer notion of either is ridiculous!
>Yet I've heard worse.
>Like a girl disappearing through a mirror in front of our school.
>A mirror controlled by the movements of the moon...
>Her statuesque figure stands mere inches away from me.
>Her eyes locked to mine as if staring into my soul.
"So what is it that you want from me?"
>Even in whoever's dream this is— I can't read the situation.
>She takes me by the hand.
>Her skin is softer than clouds.
>In a flash we're on a veranda.
>Behind me is a garden terrace. And in the distance, a kingdom below
"Is this Canter—“
>It couldn't be...
>She silences me with her finger.
>The doors to the castle swing wide of their own accord.
>Across the massive chamber is her bed.
>I stand slack jawed, as she approaches it.
>"I am great in this place, but my sister is greater still. See how the world adores her."
>"Envy once lead me to believe taking her position would bring my soul peace, but it was not to be.
>"So I traveled in search of anyone to call my own."
>"All of Equestria are her willing subjects..."
>A sudden desperation was in her voice as she choked back tears.
>As if her life, and possibly others depended on it.
>"Will you alone..."
>"... be mine Anonymous?"
>There are no words. All I knew is that I felt blood pounding in two places, and I was worried the wrong one would explode.
"So wait— you are from Equestria."
>"It is as you say."
"So you're a pony?"
>"I've retained this form for your convenience. I assume it is acceptable?"
>She's staring down at my flag at full mast.
>Guess she at least knows that much about sex.
>Part of me wishes she was the pony.
>I'm not about to screw this up though...
>"You need not answer this time, Anon."
>She playfully mocks me.
>Bygones are bygones at this point.
>She sits on her bed
>"Now come."
>Her half-lidded eyes set me on fire. I could do nothing but follow.
Standing before my princess, she laid back on the bed.
>One knee in the air. The other as far as it could be spread.
>The translucency of her dress revealing her panties underneath.
>Black and blue, made of lace.
>"I beg for your embrace. Like a mare in heat."
'This is it,' I thought to myself.
>Looks like it's about to get good.
>But as my lips descended to meet hers, there was no distraction.
>No interruption as our tongues entwined.
>She broke our embrace to reassure me.
>"This is my dream. It will end as I deem it."
>Then she pulled me down for another taste.
>I doubt we were any good at this.
>Even in our wildest fantasy, our inexperience was evident.
>But low expectations means, everything is better than expected.
>My hands ran down her thighs. From her peaked knees, to the valley that lay between.
>Its river already burst its banks.
>Her panties were soaked clear though, as glistening fluids oozed down her thighs.
>It sparkled like moonlight over still waters.
>I stoked at her slit though them, while her hips bucked at the slightest pressure.
>Her moans and pants a symphony played by a mere amateur.
>I took hold of a breast and sucked away as I parted her panties to the side
>As I plunge two of them in. She screams.
>OhshitwhatdidIjustdo?
>As I lower my face to check, I am drowned in her juices.
>Her entire body goes rigid.
>Its like my fingers were crushed in a vice.
"Did I hurt you, my Princess?!"
>Such a damn noob.
>It takes a few moments before she catches her breath, and I can withdraw.
>I put them in my mouth. Not sure if due to the pain, or just to taste her dew.
>It was sweet like chocolate and graham... with a marshmallow filling.
>"What was that?" she exclaims still shuddering from impact.
"I believe you just came."
>"Came? But I'm already here," she didn't even cumming is, much more how to say it or what it felt like.
>It's like she hadn't even touched herself over the course of millennia.
>I suppose it would be beneath her...
>She really is a prude.
>"I am unfamiliar.. with this 'came...' of which you speak."
>Wow, it's like I'm in the Vice Principal's office all over again. Though seeing her sprawled across her bed with one tit exposed, her panties wedged to the left, both thighs glistening with enchanted pussy juice, I felt a lot less embarrassed.
"It means that you just experienced an orgasm."
>"Your princess approves of this 'orgasm'! In what other ways may we experience it?"
>Its gotten me thinking about the D.
>She hasn't laid a hand on me yet, and I'm wondering how I've held out this long.
>But I will endure.
>I must, for my princess.
"Get on all fours."
>"I will do as you say, my lord."
>Even when submitting she knew who is in charge.
>I get behind her as she presents herself to me.
>My tongue flicks across her clit running through her folds.
>She gasps as it reaches her other hole.
"I believe you'll approve of this method as well."
>I start to rub her off as I eat her ass.
>How unbecoming of a princess, yet befitting of her most faithful subject?
>To perform an act so lowly.
>She writhes in sheer delight.
>She looks back at me, with nothing but lust in her eyes.
>There's no doubt that the orgasm will be doubled—
>I'm stopped dead in my tracks.
>Her hands clutch the bedsheets.
>YYYYEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSS!
>A blue aura engulfs my cock.
>She smiles wickedly as her magic does its job.
>She has no horn, but she's still got magic...
>And its working my rod in ways words can't describe.
>I can't hold on—
"Princess!"
>I blow my load all over her pussy, ass and bed sheets.
>Ten seconds flat. Okay, maybe thirty...
>The shame rushes through my body.
>I have failed my Princess.
"Fear not, Anonmyous," she announces rather triumphantly. "I am the princess of the night.
>The blue aura lifts my seed off her body. Carrying it to her mouth.
>She swallows every drop.
>"Thus it is my duty for you to... come... in my dreams."
>She obviously had to think carefully of that entendre. It only makes it hotter.
>"Now I don't recall requesting that you desist!"
>Yep, I hope this night lasts forever.
>Perhaps before it's over she'll show me...
>Her true form.
~~~
>It was an average day
>Vinyl Scratch was sitting next to Trixie at lunch
>"Hey, Vinyl."
>"Yeah, Trixie?"
>"Do you ever think— do you ever think about what it would be like with a girl?"
>Vinyl looked up wistfully
>"All the time, but to be honest..."
>She looked at Trixie, serious all of a sudden
>"... I'd only really want to do it if it was with you."
>Trixie looked surprised, outside of those two retarded kids, no one had ever come on to her before
>But this time she returned the interest
>"Then how about we try something?"
>She smiled deviously while taking Vinyl's hand and sliding it between her thighs
>Vinyl's hand was working furiously
>Both were lost in the sensation of these new feelings
>Trixie let out a soft moan
>"Vinyl, I'm about to cum. I want to look you in the eyes when I do it."
>Vinyl tried to struggle away
>"No, Trixie, don't!"
>But the magician was faster
>She ripped of the glasses, revealing a face even whiter than Vinyl's had been
>Hair styled with pure autism
>Trixie jumped back while stuttering
>"Who- Who are you?!"
>But the strange man closed the difference
>"Don't you recognize me, my love? It's me, Sethisto, your biggest fan. Hasbro promised me I could come here and meet you if I promoted their shitty movie."
>Trixie was confused, she didn't realize what was happening
>Seth got on his knees
>"Please, my princess, I will do whatever you ask of me."
>Trixie smiled at this, the details didn't matter, she had a servant now
>"Lick my boots, slave!"
>Seth scurried towards her
>The bottom of her shoe was crusted with all the dirt and grime of a high school floor, there was even a piece of gum on it
>But Seth still smiled as he licked it clean
>Just being near her was ecstasy for him
>He began to run his hands up her legs, eager to touch her moist snatch again
>"How dare you! I did not give you permission to touch me, slave! You will have to be punished."
>"Yes, mistress! Dominate my body, for you already have my heart and mind."
>Trixie bent him over and yanked his pants down
>Then she pulled her 18" cock out of her pants
>Seth gasped in fear and amazement
>"B-but where did you get that?!"
>"It was in my hat."
>Trixie then proceeded to ram the entirety of her pole into Seth's tight, virgin asshole
>He cried in pain and delight
>He immediately came all over the floor
>"Yes, my Lady, use me as you see fit. I exist only for your pleasure."
>Blood began to leak from Seth's fractured asshole as Trixie mercilessly pounded him
>His face made it clear that this was the pinnacle of his life's hopes and dreams
>He continued to cum nonstop
>A pool of his seed spread out across the cafeteria floor
>Finally his balls emptied completely and imploded, forming two micro-black holes where his testicles had been
>He screamed in joy
>Finally Trixie emptied her load into his ass
>She came so hard that Seth began to vomit her cum
>When she was done she pulled out of him and went back to eating lunch
>Seth lay there, reliving the scene over and over again
>Until his life finally expired
>As his spirit began its ascent to the big bed in the sky he smiled
>Content in the knowledge that his death had brought him greater joy than the collective lives of everyone on /mlp/
>Because he had met, and pleased, his waifu
~~~
>"The hell, Rainbow?! You didn't do ANY of it?!"
>Twilight stood in her room staring angrily at the blue girl standing across from her
>"Sorry, Twilight. I've just been really busy with the teams and you normally do most of the work so I just... sorta... put it off..."
>Rainbow Dash sheepishly rubbed the back of her neck
>She wasn't one to cower away from anything, but Twilight's justified wrath had her pretty nervous
>"'Put it off'! 'Put it off'! The project is due TOMORROW and you were supposed to do HALF OF IT!"
>Dash looked down in shame as the purple student approached her
>"We've still got tonight, right? You already arranged to have the house to yourself so we could work on this. If we buckle down we can probably finish it. At least enough for a passing grade."
>Twilight's hands were gripped into tight fist
>Her athletic friend had always spent more time practicing than she had studying, but Twilight had always respected her dedication
>Sometimes she even found herself envying the fruits of Dash's labor
>Her finely toned body and the confidence it gave her
>And she had always proved a loyal friend
>But this was a new low
>"Oh good, a 'passing grade'! That may be good enough for YOU, but I'm trying to be valedictorian AND get through Principle Celestia's special honors course! Passing doesn't cut it!"
>With every sentence Twilight came even closer and her volume increased
>Dash was having a hard time looking her friend in the eye
>Every time they'd had a group project the two had paired up and Twilight had ended up doing most of the work
>Granted, part of it was her obsessive need to go over all of Dash's work to make sure it met her standards
>But without her help, Dash would have long since lost a high enough grade to keep her sports eligibility
>"Look, I'm really sorry about this, Twilight. It's my fault. I'll just tell Ms. Cheerilee that it's my fault we couldn't finish and that she shouldn't hold it against you. If we're lucky, they'll just fail me and let you finish on your own."
>Twilight's expression softened a little at Dash's display of selflessness
>Twilight sighed.
>"Even IF she would let it go like that, you know I can't do that. I can't just abandon my friends because it benefits me, especially when I know how much your eligibility means to you."
>Dash was finally able to raise her head and tentatively meet Twilight's eyes
>"So does this mean... we'll work through the night to get it done?"
>Twilight smiled a little
>"We'll work through the night. But you better work hard and pull your weight. And I'm still angry at you!"
>Rainbow returned her smile
>"Awesome. Tell you what, I'll give you one free shot before we start for putting you through this."
>Twilight's eyes lit up
>What a perfect way to release her anger
>She eyed Dash up and down, looking for the best way to hurt the girl
>She could go for the face, but that seemed a little mean-spirited and she might leave a mark
>Twilight much preferred looking at her face the way it was
>She could go for a sucker-punch, but she doubted she could even scratch Dash's six pack
>A cheap tit-punch obviously wouldn't work here
>Hmm...
>Maybe around back...
>Twilight began giggling a little as she picked her target
>"Bend over, Dashie. You've been a bad girl. I think you need a spanking."
>Rainbow rolled her eyes but complied with the request, placing her hands on Twilight's bed and bending down
>"This isn't a porno, Twi, you don't need to say it like that."
>Twilight was barely listening as she lined up her hand with Dash's outstretched buttocks
>She reached back her arm as far as it would go
>And then she swung forward
>Full speed
>Right into Rainbow Dash's firm ass cheek
>Dash just stood there
>Didn't make a move
>"Um... was that it, Twilight? Didn't really feel anything..."
>"What?! Seriously?! I hit you as hard as I could."
>"Heh, sorry Twi, but I've had worse than that just foolin' arou—*ahem*. Maybe if you tried a paddle or something?"
>Her trying to be helpful was not helping Twilight's mood
>A fiendish look entered her eye as she decided to try again
>But this time she had a different target, a weak spot
>She lifter her arm up so that when she let it drop it fell in an arc
>And when it went up it went right between Dash's legs and into her exposed crotch
>The slap reverberated through the room
>Dash let out a yelp of pain and surprise, totally caught off guard
>She jumped in the air as her legs clenched around Twilight's arm in an attempt to guard herself from any further attacks
>"Jesus, Twilight!"
>Twilight burst into laughter, pleased at her success
>"How'd you like that, Rainbow? Guess you haven't been working THAT out."
>Dash's legs started to grind back and forth against Twilight's stuck hand
>It was as if they were trying to work her hand out, but were actually achieving the opposite effect
>Dash seemed to realize that she was pressing Twilight's hand further into her crotch and she loosened their grip and stood up
>"Yeah, well maybe it's time for a little payback..."
>Twilight's giggling stopped and she took a step back
>Something about the way Dash had said that unnerved her
>She was completely calm, eyes half lidded as she backed Twilight against a wall
>"H-hey, Rainbow! You said I got a free shot!"
>Dash just smiled at this
>"And you got it. Then you took another. That one wasn't."
>Twilight tried to guard herself by placing her hands over her skirt, but it was to no avail
>Dash easily grabbed both of Twilight's wrist with her left hand and pinned them above Twilight's head
>Her right hand then lined up a perfect revenge slap
>Twilight winced, her eyes closing and muscles tightening in anticipation
>But instead of a painful punch she felt a soft pressure on the outside of her panties
>From underneath her skirt
>Her eyes shot open
>"Dash! Wh-what are you doing?!"
>Rainbow was wearing her most seductive face
>"Just giving you a little payback."
>Twilight just stared as Dash lined her finger up parallel with Twilight's slit and began to slowly press in
>She couldn't help but eject a high-pitched squeak as she felt her soft cotton panties being slowly pushed between her lips
>The pressure of Dash's strong finger was just enough to stimulate her
>The soft texture of the panties only made her more aware of what it separated her from
>"Heh, you like that don't you, Twilight? Who would have thought? Ready for some more?"
>Twilight's body shuddered at the thought of Dash going further
>"Noooooooo! Stooooop!"
>Dash immediately jumped back and started frantically waving her hands in front of her
>"Shit! I'm so, so sorry Twilight! I musta read something wrong. I didn't mean to—"
>As quickly as Dash moved away Twilight lunged forward and clutched one of her hands
>"Ah! Why did you stop?!"
>Rainbow stared at her incredulously
>"Because you told me to!"
>Twilight's voice was pleading
>"I didn't mean it like that! I wanted you to keep going!"
>"Then why did you make me think I was raping you!"
>At this Twilight's desire turned to shyness
>"Well... that's what all the girls say in my hentai, so I thought..."
>Dash's face was frozen in stone
>An eye started to twitch
>"Seriously, Twi?! SERIOUSLY?!"
>Twilight went on the defensive, an indignant look on her face
>"What? Like you don't look at porn."
>"Of course, but I know that's not what it's like in real life! Jesus, you scared me half to death with that."
>Twilight's defenses melted, leaving only shame
>Her head tilted down and her eyes were fixed firmly on the floor
>"S-sorry, Rainbow Dash. I just don't have a lot of experience at this, so I..."
>Her voice was soft when she tried to comfort the purple girl
>"Hey, it's okay. Beginners mistake. So... do you still want to keep going?"
>Twilight smiled a little, glad her error was being overlooked so easily
>"Yeah, I'd like that."
>With that affirmation Rainbow grabbed Twilight by the waist and hoisted her over her shoulder
>She then walked her the few steps over to the bed and deposited her on top of it
>With Twilight lying prone on the bed Rainbow Dash got on her hands and knees and crawled over her
>Looking her in the eyes the whole time
>Dash's eyes were full of confidence, knowing exactly what she wanted and how to take it
>She slipped her right hand under Twilight's skirt, returning it to its previous play place
>The excitement Twilight felt was palpable
>The idea of Rainbow going back to work on her was already moistening her legs
>But this time Rainbow flicked the skirt up, revealing Twilight's thighs and panties
>They were a standard cut, plain white with a sun patterned over the front
>"Are— are those Canterlot High panties?"
>Twilight paused for a second to figure out why Dash had stopped
>"Huh, oh yeah. Principle Celestia gives us lots of free stuff for the honors program. So?"
>"Why would they even make those?!"
>Twilight was getting frustrated by the lack of stroking Dash was doing
>"It's not a big deal. Sunset and Trixie wear theirs all the time too. It's no different than those matching jumpsuits you and Lightning make the track team wear."
>Dash started to tell her exactly what the difference was before she decided she didn't need to know where this particular rabbit hole led
>Instead she pulled the white fabric to the side
>Twilight felt a rush of cool air as her slightly sticky panties were pulled aside and her moist pussy was liberated
>She grabbed her legs and pulled them as far apart as she could so Dash could have full access
>She shuddered as Dash's cold fingers brushed against her
>They were strong and exerted a constant pressure as they slid over her deep purple folds
>Twilight was still looking straight at her lover, but Dash had let her eyes wander down Twilight's thin body
>Small moans of pleasure would occasionally leak out of Twilight as she basked in Rainbow's attention
>"Damn, Twi. You're actually really cute like this."
>Her eyes moved up
>"Buuut, I bet you'd look even better like this."
>She removed her hand from Twilight's nethers and propped herself up on just her knees
>Twilight's hands immediately shot to where Dash's had left
>Desperate for the sensations to continue
>Dash grabbed Twilight's shirt with both hands
>Twilight quickly realized that there was no way she could match what Dash had done to her
>Then Dash ripped Twilight's shirt open, tearing a few buttons off as she did
>The destruction of her clothes was enough to break Twilight out of her trance
>"Rainbow Dash! That was my school uniform!"
>Dash just waved it off as she lifted Twilight off the bed with one arm and undid her bra with the other
>"Not like it matters. We don't have a dress code anymore. Just wear something else, Rarity will probably throw you a party."
>Any response Twilight would have had was lost when Rainbow began to grope her newly exposed breast
>Twilight knew they weren't anything special, a small B-cup
>She'd never really bothered much with them
>But the way Dash enthusiastically rolled her hands over them felt sensational
>Especially when she would tug on the sensitive nipple
>Soon Rainbow let her right hand slide back down between Twilight's legs
>Twilight's hands made way and began to clutch at the bed sheets
>Not content to let a perky young breast stay exposed Dash lowered her head and began flicking it with her tongue
>Loud gasps followed each hit on Twilight's nipple
>Dash's warm breath and saliva on her breast made Twilight's peaks rock hard
>Then Dash made her move, she lowered her head the final inch and took a mouthful of Twilight's breast in her mouth
>Twilight could only moan and tear at the sheets as Dash suckled her tit
>Slowly releasing parts of it until only the nipple was left
>Held in place by the soft pressure of her teeth
>Finally she pulled back enough for the last of it to pop out
>The loud smacking sound it made only edged Twilight further on
>Down below Rainbow had begun to press two fingers into Twilight's pussy
>Twilight tried to relax her muscles as the fingers fought to go deeper, but she couldn't help but squeeze them tightly every time they progressed
>But Dash's strength still let them travel further with each thrust
>Soon she was thrusting there entire length in and ramping up her trademark speed
>Despite there relatively small size, Dash's fingers were bringing Twilight greater joy than any of her toys ever had
>The warmth of flesh pressing up against her
>The dexterity of the fingers, able to wiggle in different directions, spreading her out even more
>And the fact that it was Rainbow Dash, one of her closest friends, that was doing this to her
>She couldn't hold herself back anymore
>"Ah! Rainbow Dash!"
>She reached her hands behind Dash's head, each grabbing a handful of her prismatic hair
>Then she tugged upwards, causing Dash to let out a deep grunt
>She couldn't tell if it was from pain or frustration at being ripped away from Twilight's boob
>But she didn't care
>She lifted her face right into Dash's
>Meeting her in a deep kiss
>Rainbow was surprised at first, this was the first time Twilight had taken control
>But that didn't last long
>Dash meet the passion of Twilight's kiss with the ferocity of her own
>Soon she had battled Twilight's tongue back to its own mouth and proceeded to dominate the area
>All the while Dash's fingers rubbed the deepest parts of Twilight's being
>She moaned into Dash's mouth
>Desperate for her friend's touch
>And Dash could feel it
>She knew how close Twilight was to the end
>Rainbow took her left hand off Twilight's breast and used it to push herself higher off the bed and out of the kiss
>She wanted to look Twilight in the eye when she made her cum
>But Twilight had other ideas
>Her arms wrapped around Dash's back and pulled as hard as she could
>It lifted her up to Dash's height and brought them into a deep embrace
>Dash's thrusting fingers finally finished their work
>Twilight's entire body tightened up as she reached her climax
>She held on to Rainbow as if she was the only thing holding her shaking body together
>Her pussy began to spasm, desperately grasping at Dash's fingers in an attempt to keep them where they belonged
>But Dash's strength let her continue to thrust in and out
>Barely even slowing down
>Twilight could feel each thrust more than the last
>Her sensitivity increasing exponentially as her orgasm wore on
>Repeatedly yelling Rainbow Dash's name in between the moans of pleasure
>Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Twilight's muscle's began to loosen
>She collapsed under Rainbow Dash
>Still suffering from small bouts of shakiness as Dash slowly began to stop her fingering
>By the time she had stopped completely Twilight was blissfully catching her breath in the afterglow
>Dash pulled her fingers out and brought them up to Twilight's face
>"Wanna taste?"
>She grinned
>Twilight tiredly licked at one
>The taste was reminiscent of grape juice, with extra sugar and a hint of sweat
>She decided she liked it and continued until the finger was clean
>She reached for the second finger, but Dash pulled it away
>"Uh uh, this one is mine."
>Dash then put the whole thing into her mouth and made a loud slurping sound as she slowly pulled it out clean
>Twilight was entranced by the vision of her friend sucking her juices off of her finger
>When she had finished Dash lowered herself on top of Twilight
>"Well, that was certainly fun wasn't it?"
>Twilight giggled and nodded
>"Yeah! I guess I should do you next, but I don't think I've got the energy to do much of anything right now."
>Dash gave her a small kiss
>"Don't worry about it. Just consider it a 'thank you' for your help on the project."
>Twilight's eyes shot open in horror
>"Fuck!"
>Her latent superpowers kicked in as she literally THREW Dash out of the bed and onto the floor
>"I completely forgot! Ohnoohnoohnoohno, we're not going to finish in time and we're going to fail!"
>Dash groaned and began to lift herself up
>"Well, maybe later then."
>But Twilight didn't hear her, she was too busy looking through the massive stack of reference books in the corner
>Rainbow propped herself up on an elbow and lifted her head just in time for it to be hit by a ridiculously thick textbook
>"Don't just lay there Rainbow! Start looking for sources!"

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>It is gym class.
>You are playing basketball with your friends.
>"Hey Anon, rebound the ball."
>Your teammate throws you the ball and you prepare to charge the blocker in front of you.
>You move to the left a bit, then move to the right, then move to the left again quickly to confuse the defense.
>You move towards the basket and jump.
>Then /b/ grabs your legs and pulls you down to the ground but not before you are able to make a wicked slam dunk.
>You both hit the ground pretty hard, and you practically break your hand.
>You groan in pain and anger from /b/.
"What the hell are you doing, /b/?! This is basketball. You don't fucking tackle people."
>Your friends come up to you as you lie on the ground.
>"Are you alright, Anon?!"
"Thank you for asking, but no, I'm not fucking alright. I think my hand is broken."
>One of your friends, Rainbow Dash, runs to get the gym coach.
>"He looks pretty bad, sir. We'll carry him to the nurse's."
>The next few minutes are a hazy one. You are rushed to the infirmary on the other side of the school and then handed over to the person in charge.
>They open the door.
>"Nurse, we need you to help our friend."
>Your friends are greeted by an unfamiliar person in the room.
>A slim-looking girl with pink hair curled into a bun and a white body comes out of her office.
>She wears a Nurse's Hat with hearts around the edges and a badge on her white coat.
>Her badge reads "Junior Nurse".
>"Where is the head nurse?"
>"She went out to lunch, but I can take care of your friend's injury instead."
>"How do we know if you're qualified, or even a real nurse at this school?"
>"I've learned every standard procedure for things like this. And I may not be a real nurse yet, but I'm better than letting him suffer."
>You try to look up.
"She will do. I have faith in her."
>"Whatever you say, Anon."
>Your friends set you on one of the beds in the spare rooms. They leave and let you rest while the nurse examines you.
>You see a beautiful face your age giving you an exam. What a turn-on.
>She puts her hands all over your body, but mostly your hands and your forehead.
>"I'll write you passes back to class. I can take care of him by myself."
>Is what you hear coming from the walls outside of your room.
>It's also the last thing you hear because you fall asleep from exhaustion.
>Your eyes open a peep and then more until you realize you are face-to-face with the junior nurse.
>You stay like that for a little longer until she pulls away.
>"Ah! You're finally awake... Anon, was it?"
"Where am I?"
>"My office, I'm making sure that you're all fixed up."
>You lie on a guest bed in a closed-off room.
>You try to get up but you seem to feel so relaxed you can't move a muscle except for your head.
>You look up to find your hands tied to the upper end of the bed and your feet at the bottom of the bed.
>You try to resist, but you really can't move anything except your head.
>A bright flash appears as the lights in the room come on.
>The figure in front of you appears blurry, but it starts to clear up.
>It's the nurse you saw earlier.
>"Okay, Anon, are you ready for your exam?"
"What's going on? Why can't I move? Are you the nurse I saw earlier?"
>"Delighted you remember me, Anon. My name is Redheart," she smiles down at you. "I'm just prepping you for your physical, so I used some muscle relaxant. I have to make sure I do this clean and without any fuss, after all."
>All you can do is move your head and maintain your breathing.
"What are you going to do to me?"
>She puts on a pair of lubricated latex gloves
>"I told you before. It is just a physical exam."
>She moves up to the bed and starts to examine your torso.
>She listens to your heartbeat.
>"Okay, now breathe for me. In big breaths, too."
>You breathe in and hold it.
>"Breathe out."
>You exhale in a sigh.
>She does this on your body in a few other areas, but it's the last one that gets you.
>She puts the stethoscope right on the head of your dick.
>"Breathe in."
>You do as she says.
>"Breathe out."
>You exhale.
"Is there any other part of me you feel like checking?"
>"Actually, that was just a warm up. I'm happy to tell you that the rest of the exam will be just as easy."
>You see her at the end of the bed taking off the stethoscope and tossing it in the corner of the room.
>"What's the matter, Anon? Don't you like my body?"
>That mere question starts to turn you on and your dick starts to pop up and grow like a freaking chia pet.
>"Oh, so I do!" she says, delighted.
>She starts to unbutton her collared shirt from the top, revealing a tight red bra that matches the red cross on her cap. She tosses her shirt to the side
>She unties her hair bun, letting loose her flowing pink air.
>She then untightens the lace that's keeping her miniskirt up.
>As it falls to the ground, all you can see is her beautiful legs and the white stockings that run almost up to her thighs.
>"It's time for your medicine, Anon."
>She starts to rubs your dick through your boxers with her gloved hands.
>You seriously have an raging erection for this girl.
>She moves her whole body on top of you so that her pussy is right above your face.
>Removing your underwear, she wraps her hands around the length of your dick.
>She starts stroking it slowly. You can feel the lubricant from her fingertips running down your shaft.
>She takes her other hand and moves it under you, tickling your balls with her thumb and moving her fingers into your asshole.
>A wave of pleasure hit you as this girl takes complete control of your body.
>You feel amazing, but someone like her needs some love too.
>You move your head up to her panties which are already soaking wet.
>You attempt to try to remove her panties aside with your nose but you're met with failure after failure.
>Giving up, you use your tongue to hit your clit.
>Redheart starts to moan softly after realizing you found her pleasure button.
>"Wow, Anon, you have some skills."
>The two of you continue to pleasure each other until the nurse starts to get bored.
>She moves her body up a bit and unbuckles her bra strap.
>You can't tell what's happening, but you feel a new kind of pleasure as she starts stroking you with her big tits.
>You continue to lick her pussy and her clit as she starts to moan even louder.
>"Oh Anon, you turn me on so much!"
>Her dirty talk and softy moaning turn you on even more.
>You start to stay something in a muffled voice, your face buried in her pussy.
"Can we try something else?"
>She gets to hear what you have to say.
>"What?"
"I said, can we try something else?"
>"I suppose, but I need you to something for me too.
>She gets off you and strips again.
>She first takes off her socks and then her panties.
>"Here's something for you, Anon."
>She runs her underwear full of her juices all over your face, and lemme tell ya, it's quite the turn-on.
>She moves up to your dick cowgirl style.
>"You can move your hands now, Anon."
>She's right, you can move your hands but only your hands. The rest of your arm was still bound, but you have enough freedom to move in and grab her big perky breasts.
>You play with them like jello and then twist her erect nipples.
>She gives out moans of delight in response.
>Then you move your free hand onto her pussy and start to rub the lips around with your fingers.
>You move in to her insides and play around for a while.
>"That feels good, but I want some too."
>She strokes your rock-hard dick with one hand and uses her other hand to grope the breast you couldn't.
>You both turn into pleasure machines for each other as you play continue to play with the other's genitals.
>You get this great idea and start to point the hand inside of her pussy into a gun like what you used to do as a kid.
"You want a fingerbang, Redheart?"
>"Yes, Anon, fingerbang me!"
>You do just as you're commanded and stroke your hand inside and out of her pussy.
>Your thumb is hitting her clit as you move in and out.
>But then Redheart decides to move everything to a new level.
>She takes your hands off and out of her and you do the same.
>"I think it's time we do a sex exam."
>You don't that's a real thing, but nonetheless you get turned on from her acting like a real nurse.
>She moves up and rubs your cock with her pussy. Her pubic hair tickles the head of your dick.
>She put your dick straight up her hole.
>She feels tight even only with your tip in her.
>She gets the rest of your dick in her and starts to move grind her hinds.
>Her little moans from before were now getting louder and louder as you penetrate her pussy faster and faster.
>She moves her body up to yours and rubs her tits against your body.
>Her or grams turn into small screams that ask you for more.
>She loves getting fucked like this.
>You love it too.
>"Anon, I think I'm gonna cum!"
>You can feel her tight pussy tightening up and her body becoming a one with nature.
>She moves in faster and faster.
>And she cums.
>Then she stops all together and gives heavy moans of magic-filled pleasure.
>"Anon, that was amazing."
>You suddenly feel in control, the ropes around your limbs loosened when you and Redheart were having fun.
>This is your chance to make some magic of your own happen.
>You take the opportunity to free yourself.
>"Anon, what are you—?!"
>Her body falls against the bed, with you on top.
>However, she shows on signs of fear, staring back at you with eyes full of lust.
>"Oh, you managed to free yourself. Now go and take your prize."
>Without hesitation, you move your dick in her pussy to finish her off.
>You move faster and faster as she takes your big hard dick.
>Her moans are still strong after cumming.
>You make her your bitch and start feeling up her tits.
>"Oh yes, Anon! That feels so good, tell me I'm your little whore!"
>"You're my little whore, Redheart!"
>Those moans and the movement are just to much for you.
>Your body tightens up as you get ready to give her your load.
"I'm gonna cum, you little nurse bitch!"
>She responds with some cute moans as if she is ready.
>Your bodies shake with the nearing of climax as you continue to fuck the living shit out of each other.
>You pull out and cum all over her body.
>Both of you are covered in so many juices you can't tell which belong to who.
>The sweaty smell of sex feels you with a great feeling.
>Redheart cleans up her stomach by scooping up and eating all of your load.
>"It seems you're in fine shape, Anon. I'll be sure to give you a good score on your papers."
>What the fuck does that even mean? She's still at the nurse act, trying to keep the illusion out of obligation at this point.
>The both of you get dressed in silence, and you start thinking about how to brag about this to your friends.
>Just before you leave, she sticks something into your neck.
>She injects the chemical inside into your body and backs off with an innocent smile on her face.
>"Nighty Night, Anon."
>She eases back into the bed as you start to slip away.
>...
>You wake up in your sweaty clothes from gym.
>You look around to see that you're in the room you were in with Redheart.
>You want to get up but your hand still hurts a bit.
>One question pervades your mind.
"Was I dreaming?" you whisper under your breath.
>The door opens beside you and a more older-looking nurse walks in.
>"Time to go back to class. We'll give you some ice for that hand of yours."
>You get out of bed and follow the nurse.
>You wait inside the nurse's outside for a little bit.
>Someone taps your shoulder.
>You turn around and see that it's Redheart.
>"Here's your late pass, Anon."
>She hands you your pass and escorts you out the door.
>Before she goes, she leans in and gives you a small peck on the cheek.
>She goes back inside and you return to class.
>As you fiddle with the pass, you notice she gave you two slips of paper.
>A big arrow points to the other side.
>You flip it over and find a message.
>"I think you're cute, let's meet up for some more fun in the future."
>With a number written at the bottom.
"—Junior Nurse Redheart."
>What the hell just happened?
>Oh yeah, Rainbow's gonna kill you when she finds out you won't be able to play basketball for a while.
>No, seriously, what just happened?
~~~
>Junior year at Canterlot High.
>Midterms are coming up, stressed and in dire need of study time, you find yourself in the library.
>You look around.
>Normally there’s a cute librarian’s aid named Twilight who could point you in the right direction of any book, but as usual the library seems pretty empty.
>Deciding to brave the Dewey Decimal System on your own, you start browsing between shelves hoping for the best.
>You find yourself in the back when you hear some faint whispering along with some squishing noises.
>Not wanting to make any loud noise and pissing off the librarian you quietly try to find the source of these weird noises.
>Sitting at a little study table buried behind several books sit the cute little librarian’s assistant Twilight.
>At first glance she seems to be hunched over the desk, face flushed, and breathing heavily.
“Twilight,” you quietly whisper.
>She doesn’t respond she seems lost in her own little world, which if anyone knew Twilight, it wouldn’t be anything out of the ordinary for her.
>That is until you notice one of her hands seems to be missing.
>Upon further inspection, you find it tucked between her legs.
>Woah.
>No one would ever believe you caught the school’s book worm jilling off in the library!
>This opportunity is too good to pass up.
>You slowly walk closer to her table.
“Enjoying yourself?" you quietly whisper into her ear.
>That did it, she immediately arches straight up looking at you her face flushed
>"Anon! I-I can explain!" she quickly says, shaking nervously.
>Upon further inspection, you notice several books with risqué covers and titles sprawled on the desk.
>"I was cleaning the library and I found them. I didn't mean to do anything bad, I swear!" she blurted unprovoked.
"Who'd of thunk there was a little smut collection in the school's library," you say, picking one up and inspecting the cover. "If people knew about this, the place wouldn't be so fucking dead all the time."
>"You're not gonna tell anyone you caught me?" she asks, quivering.
>Honestly, you didn't know how to process this situation. That is, before a devious thought pops in your head.
"Only if you promise to continue."
>Figuring fate only knocks once you might as well take your chance and see how this'll turn out.
>"What!?" she practically screams asking.
"Shhh," you say, planting your finger to her lips. "Come on, Twilight, you seemed to be really getting off. Don't let me keep you... maybe I could give you a hand?"
>You gently grab her shoulder, rubbing her arm until your hand touches hers.
>You grab her hand and guide it to the top of her skirt.
"Come on Twily, show me how you did it."
>Maybe being the book worm also meant she had a flare for romantics because she shyly resumed where she left off.
>She started to finger herself through her clothes as you sat there with your hand awkwardly lying on top of her skirt.
>"Anon..."
>Taking your cue, you blow caution to the wind and gently caress her through her skirt.
>Her breathing starts to pick up as she closes her eyes and continues to play with herself.
>Getting bolder, you use your other hand to gently cup her breasts.
>"Anon, that feels so good... don't stop."
>At this point, your boner could probably cut diamond.
>The only thing going through your mind was that if this is a dream, don't fuck it up by waking up.
>Between groping her breasts and ravishing her wet skirt, you think you're getting her off pretty well.
>Her cute moans seem to be a good inidicator.
>Speaking of which, she is getting carried away.
>Even if the library was empty, she was definitely making too much noise.
"Twi, calm down!" you whisper.
>"Anon, I'm close..." she says as she starts to furiously rub under her skirt, practically swatting your hand away. "I'm gonna, I'm gonna—"
>"WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?!"
>You and Twilight jolt up to see Ms. Cheerile appalled finding you two in your damning situation.
>...
>45 minutes later, you're sitting in the office with a scared shitless Twilight waiting to see Principal Celestia.
>Ms. Cheerile finally comes out of the principal's office, motioning the two of you to come in.
>You and Twilight sit down across from Principle Celestia.
>Most students don't know what to make of Celestia.
For the most part, she seemed nice, but there have been horror stories from those who dared to misbehave, and something in your gut told you masturbating during school was generally frowned upon.
>"You may go now, Ms. Cheerile. I can handle it from here."
>"Of course, Principal."
>With that, Ms. Cheerile was gone, closing the door behind her.
>"Principle Celestia, I can explain!"
>Twilight blurted out, tears already starting to form in her eyes.
>"Explain what?" Celestia asked. "Explain how one of my star students was caught in a total act of debauchery?"
>That got Twilight to stop talking, instead she quietly started to sob to herself.
>"And you, Anon? What do you have to say for yourselves?
>Her piercing gaze fell on you rattling your nerve slightly.
"It wasn't that bad, Ma'am. Just a spur of the moment."
>Her fierce expression drops momentarily.
>"Not that bad? Caught ravishing the librarian's assistant with a pile of smut sprawled around you isn't that bad, Anonymous?"
>Well crap she's got you there.
"I just meant it..."
>"By all means, if it isn't that bad, I'm sure you'll have no problem continuing. Don't mind me, Anon."
>That makes you and Twilight jump slightly.
"I-I understand..." you begin to say.
>"No, I don't think you do. Continue."
>Abashed and not knowing what to do, you and Twilight sit there for what seemed like hours lost in thought until you notice Celestia has got up from her chair and moved toward the two of you.
>She lends a hand to Twilight and gently pulls her up and toward you.
>"Show me your moves, Anon."
>Your mouth is dry and your hands are shaking.
>Again, you figure if this is a dream, you might as well go for it.
>With nervous hands you pull up Twilight's skirt and start massaging her womanhood through her purple panties.
>"That won't do! What are they teaching you in health class?" Celestia yelled. "Here, Anon, you must start off slow."
>Her long, slender fingers trailed up Twilight's thigh up to her panties before pinching her moist pussy together, rubbing Twi's labia back and fourth between her thumb and index finger.
>Twilight's legs began to shake and buckle under the new pleasure Celestia was giving her.
>"I'll not letting my male students go around without knowing how to please a girl! Think of the scandal!"
>She turns to look at you.
>"Kneel!" she ordered, pointing down on the floor between Twilight's legs.
>You quickly comply.
>"Good boy. Let's start the lesson."
>She pulled Twilight's purple panties to the side revealing a shaved pussy.
>"This is your key point of attack," she said, spreading Twi's lips, revealing her clit.
>"Don't think it's your main one though."
>Her finger reached down and disappeared under Twilight's cunt.
>"Another can be located here inside the woman about two inches in. Just press forward and..."
>Twilight's body spasmed in pleasure from whatever Celestia was doing to her.
>"Are you understanding?"
>A slow nod was all you can produce
>"However, the lessons are far from over. There are multiple places where both of you could drastically improve."
>You and Twilight blush before quickly turning back to Celestia, who found her way back to her chair.
>"I'm thinking at least once a week we'll hold private lessons in my office. How does Friday work for the two of you?"
>Still shocked that this was in fact not a dream, you slowly give an approving nod.
>"Oh, but if I catch the two of you going at it at school before you're properly educated, you'll both be severely punished," she said with the most wicked smirk you've ever seen. "Do I make myself clear?"
>You and Twilight immediately nod together.
>"Good. See you in four days."
>With that, you and Twilight exit the main office and start walking down the hall, trying to catch the last class of the day.
>About halfway through your walk, you notice Twilight's hand in yours as the two of you walk together in a strained silence.
~~~
>Be you enjoying yourself at Canterlot High's prom.
>Fuck, you haven't pissed in a fortnight.
>Time to relieve yourself.
>Be standing in front of the urinal.
>The door opens.
'Fuck.'
>You try to finish before that other guy inevitably moves into the vacant spot next to yours.
>About to leave, turn around.
>"Hey, I'm new here and—"
"What the fuck?!" you shout out loud.
>Is this girl drunk? She's in the wrong bathroom.
>And why is her skin so purple? She must have some kind of disease.
"W-what do you want?!"
>You've never been the best with women, but you think you might be coming across as rude.
>"Sorry if I startled you. I just wanted to know if you knew where the little fill—, er, girl's room is."
>Why would she come into one to ask where it is?
"Just... it's right here, this room, see?"
>Fuck, no. The other room.
>You're getting really nervous because of the unusual situation.
>"Oh! Thanks!"
>Too late now.
>She smiles at you and looks around, confused.
>What do you do?
"I... I'll stand here and make sure nobody else comes in. You could get in a lot of trouble for being here."
>"Oh, am I doing something wrong?"
"No, no, you're fine... just... go in there. I'll stand guard."
>"Guard" gives you a false sense of manliness.
>"Perfect!"
>She enters one of the stalls.
>A few minutes pass
>"Um, Mister?" she says from behind the stall. "Everything is so... different. What is...?"
>Has she never seen herself naked or something?
"...Are you okay in there?"
>She opens the door, wearing only her shirt and boots.
>"What IS all this?"
"W-what do you mean?"
>You're flabbergasted, but you can't help but start to get hard.
>You distract yourself, trying to suppress your boner.
"What is... what?"
>You can feel yourself blushing, but the girl in front of you is perfectly calm.
>"I've just never seen anything like this before. What does it do?"
>She is indicating to you by rubbing her fore and middle finger across her labia.
"Are you sure you're okay?"
>This is the only thing you can think to say.
>She ignores you.
>"Hmm. Do you have one?" she asks bluntly.
"Well, not really, I'm—"
>She cuts you off in her excitement.
>"Maybe you do! You have to let me see! I can't get a close enough look at mine to properly study it."
>Before you can lurch away, she is pulling at your pants.
"Woah, woah! Stop that! I can show you! Just calm down!"
>Why in the ever-loving fuck did you say that.
>"Sorry, I'm just really excited."
>She stands there with a big smile on her face, expecting you to move.
>Well, you keep digging yourself deeper and deeper.
>You unbutton your pants.
>Your member flings out with a speed that could take out an eye.
>She looks on with disbelief.
>"You're... different. Is everyone here unique down there?"
>"N-no, there's just two kinds. And—"
>Before you can finish explaining, she grabs the head of your cock.
>She's moving it around, squeezing it in her hand, and examining every inch.
>She actually is interested in it. Like she really doesn't know what it is.
>"Why is it so hard? Do all human bodies of this variety have an extra bone there? Why would they need a bone in their la—"
"No, it's not a bone. You see, when you came out of that stall, ah..."
>"Yes?"
>She looks intrigued as to why you are suddenly shy towards her.
"When a guy, that's me, find a gal, you, they think to be cute, it just... grows."
>"Oh, like a divining rod to find your very special somepony!" she smiles, happy to have figured it out.
>What the fuck, is she talking about horses now?
>"So, if yours helps you find your mate... what cam mine do?"
"Well, I didn't tell you everything..."
>Is this really happening? Are you really gonna do this?
>"Don't hold back, I want to learn."
>The half-naked girl at your feet is torturing you.
"Well, when a guy like me finds a girl like you... I put this in that."
>She jumps at the idea
>"Does that mean I should—"
"No."
>"But why no-"
"No. I just met you, and I don't know anything about you."
>Never stick your dick in crazy.
>"Well... do you want to be friends then, so we could do it some time?"
"Sure, my name's Brad."
>"Twilight."
>You shake her hand. The one that she was using to examine your dick.
>Which is still hard and poking out of your pants, by the way.
"And you know, there are other things we could do."
>"Oh?" she asks.
>You kneel down on the floor next to her, putting your hand under her crotch.
"There are other ways to do the job," you say, letting her feel the pleasure of her clitoris for the first time.
>She lets out a small moan, breathing against your neck.
>"B-brad, why does it feel so—"
>She's interrupted by shouting from the hallway.
>"Twilight, are you in there? It's Fluttershy. We've been looking all over for you. You've been elected as—"
>"Fluttershy? Now's not right—ah—time for..."
>She opens the door.
>Gets on the floor.
>Everybody do the dinosaur.


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>you walk through the library
>you hardly ever come in here but you've got a big research paper coming up
>as you peruse a shelf towards the back a hand suddenly reaches out and grabs you
>it's some purple girl you've never seen before
>she must be new here
"Um, can I help you?" you whisper, trying not to invite the wrath of the overly-strict librarian
>she lights up
>"Yes, actually! I've been learning about my new body and it seems like it is perpetually in heat and needs regular attention to avoid hormone buildups that can adversely affect my mental abilities."
>so apparently she's going through puberty
>"I really need to be able to concentrate if I'm going to be able to win back my crown so I was wondering if you could help me deal with this before it becomes a problem."
>what
>is she asking what you think she's asking
"Uh-um... you mean, like, have sex with you?"
>she smiles, glad that you get it
>"Yeah, that shouldn't be a problem right? I promise I won't take up too much of your time, and I learned males have the same problems so this could be mutually beneficial."
>she's got your dick's attention anyway
"B-but, why don't you just... you know... 'take care of it' on your own?"
>you know you shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth, but this is just too bizarre
>"Well, Cele—*cough*— I mean, my mentor taught me that when you work together with other people that you can usually achieve better results than you could have on your own."
>you'll have to remember to thank this god if you ever meet
"I-I guess that'd be fine," you stutter out
'It'll be better than fine,' your dick yells at you, 'it'll be fucking brilliant!'
>"Oh goody! Alright, so should I take my clothes off now? Where I come from we only really wore them for special occasions, but here you wear them all the time, so I'm not completely sure how that all works."
>apparently she's from a nudist colony or something
>as much as you would love to see a girl this hot get naked, you're right in the middle of a public library
>there's not a ton of traffic, but it's still possible for someone to walk in on you
>you decide to risk angering your dick over angering random passersby
"Um, we usually only do that if we're somewhere a little more private. Just keep them on for now."
>she pauses with her hand on her shoulder strap before moving it away
>"Okay, then. We're supposed to start by creating pleasant stimulus to evoke a physical reaction that will be conductive to further stimuli."
>you pause for a second, you're not sure if she really seems like she's able to give informed consent about this
>I mean, she looks your age, but the way she's talking it's like she doesn't fully understand what's about to happen and how important it is
"A-are you sure you want to do this? And you know what's going to happen?"
>your dick is about to leap out of your pants and slap you
>she looks at you completely straight-faced
>"Of course I know what we're doing. I mean, I admit I don't have any real experience, but I've studied it enough to know what's going on."
>so a virgin porn addict
>good enough for you
>"So, how are we going to do this with our clothes on if all of the parts are underneath?"
>you decide a hands on demonstration is in order
>you reach a shaky hand out and pinch the bottom of her skirt before lifting it up, never actually touching her body
>it reveals a pair of plain panties, the same purple as her skin, with a star pattern mark right above the crotch
>your dick is throbbing
>something about this chick is making it impossible to keep your cool
>"Oh! So you just have to adjust it out of the way, but not completely remove it. That's quite clever."
>"Heh, yeah... I guess."
>you revert your attention back to her panties
>a hand goes out and lightly brushes the outside of them, you're first real contact with a girl in this way
>"No, that's not what you're supposed to touch. It's this."
>she reaches her hand down
>it brushes against yours and you feel the smooth hands that can only be had by one who has never had to work with them before beyond lifting a pen
>she pulls her panties aside and reveals smooth, purple pussy lips that look like they've never been touched before
>the pristine pussy is accompanied by a small patch of pink and purple hair, still short and in control
>jesus christ she's moving fast
>she must really be horny
>you reach out and repeat your earlier motion
>her skin feels so much better than the cotton of her panties
>it's smooth and warm, slightly moist
>inviting
>"That's correct. I can feel the stimulation arising from your contact with my labia. It's quite arousing if I do say so myself."
>you're glad she's enjoying it
>you really weren't sure if you knew what you were doing
>your fingers press a little bit harder against her and you begin to rub, the added confidence steadying your hand
>"Oh yes! That is increasing the feeling by several orders of magnitude!"
>despite the strange wording of her 'dirty talk', it's actually turning you on a little
>"Oh wait! I almost forgot that this was supposed to be a mutual thing."
>she tries to pull down your pants, but is having a difficult time as she clumsily tugs at them completely ignoring your belt
"Use the zipper."
>she really doesn't know what she's doing does she?
>like REALLY doesn't know
>you kind of feel bad about defiling something this innocent
>but she DID ask for it, and who are you to say no
>she finally manages to jerk your zipper down
>her face shows triumph, like she'd just solved the most difficult problem in the world
>her hand slips into through the crack she just created and, after fumbling about for a bit, comes back out holding your cock
>being held in a delicate female hand is the greatest pleasure you have ever known
>oh shit
>you not working on her anymore
>your fingers jerk back into action, rubbing small circles on her lips
>judging by how wet your fingers are getting she's enjoying the 'mutual stimulation' as much as you are
>well, maybe not as much as you
>you're barely keeping your head on straight and she still seems to be studying every action carefully
>you know what you have to do if you want to keep up
>you have to enter the great unknown
>you take a deep breath
>and plunge a finger into her hole
>that seems to have rattled her a little
>her eyes widen for a second and her hand stops moving
>she quickly regains her composure though
>"Interesting, so it seems like the pleasure of penetration is not limited to just the penis..."
>you begin clumsily ramming your finger in and out of her
>her inner muscles seem to contract on you at their own pace, she clearly has no control over them
>she's getting even wetter now, you start to think you might actually successfully get her off
>but her hand is working on you as well
>she keeps testing out new ways to grip it and asking you to describe how each one feels
>they all feel good and each one stimulates a different area
>you know you're going to cum soon
>but you know that you can't cum first
>that would be bad, you're certain of it
>you begin fingering her faster, probing her welcoming warmness as quickly as you can without fear of hurting her
>but it's not enough
>there's only one thing that can save you now
>the fabled clitoris
>you the hand that isn't currently being choked and begin searching the top of her cunt for the button that will lead to your victory
>after a bit of searching and luck you hit the jackpot
>her whole body tightens up
>including the hand wrapped around your cock
>"Oh my... wow! Clitoral stimulation results in a far greater level of satisfaction than I thought it would."
>now that you've found it you take full advantage of it
>you place more and more pressure on it while still fingering her
>"Mmmm... yes! That's— AH!"
>she suffers from muscle spasms for a few seconds as she climaxes
>she's also unable to constantly state her analysis of the situation
>but she is able to regain her composure surprisingly quickly
>and with it her efforts on you continue in full
"Ugh, I-I'm about to cum!"
>she looks confused
>"What's 'cum'? I don't think I've read that term before."
>you don't have time to be incredulous about her question
"It's... ah— like, when white stuff comes out of it."
>she perks up
>"Oh, you mean you're about to ejaculate. That's good, right?"
>no shit it's good
"Yeah, but it's gonna make a mess..."
>"Oh yeah," she thinks for a second, "but it's edible right? So we can dispose of it with my mouth."
>how did you get so lucky
"Okay, just get on your knees and open up in front of it."
>she does as you instruct
>she's still jerking you off
>but now her face is inches away
>you can feel her warm breath coming towards you
>it's too much
>you blow your load
>you try to get it all in her mouth, and mostly succeed due to her proximity
>some still lands around her face though
>she swooshes it around in her mouth while looking inquisitive before swallowing the whole thing in one gulp
>"Hmm, the books were wrong. It actually tastes pretty good."
>she licks up the rest, seeming to enjoy it
>you just stand and watch in amazement
>soon both of you have cleaned yourselves off
>she thanks you and starts to walk away but then stops
>"Oh, I almost forgot. I'm Twilight Sparkle, I hope we can be friends. What's your name?"
>"Hey Twilight, I'm [insert name here], and I'd love to be your friend."
>she smiles at that and starts to skip away, but you stop her one last time
"Twilight! Why me? Why did you pick me to do... 'this' with?"
>"That's an easy one, you were here."
~~~
>At the lockers.
>You're about to go home when Fluttershy bumps into you, knocking you over.
>"Oh my, I'm sorry Anon, I didn't see you there and—"
"It's okay, Fluttershy, it was just an accident."
>Rarity suddenly appears and nudges Fluttershy.
>"Ask him," she whispers to Fluttershy.
>You look at Rarity, then Fluttershy, completely confused.
>"Would you like to, erm..."
>You raise an eyebrow at Rarity. She just smiles at you and nudges Fluttershy again.
>"Would you like to go out with, erm, me?" Fluttershy squeaks, and hides behind her hair.
>You stare at her baffled at the sudden question.
"Uh yeah, sure" You smile at her. "I'll pick you up at 7 tonight?"
>She glances at you, avoiding eye contact.
>"Oh, okay, if that's okay with you," she whispers.
"Okay, I'll see you at 7," you reply, giving her a broad smile.
>She smiles and walks off with Rarity.
>"That wasn't so hard, was it, darling?" you hear Rarity say to her shy friend.
>You walk to the exit, happy and confused at the events that transpired.
>It's 7 o' clock.
>You knock on Fluttershy's door.
>She opens the door and smiles at you.
"Ready to go?" you ask.
>She nods and steps out, closing the door after her.
"Did you have any place in mind?" you ask.
>"I thought we could go to the little Italian place down the road," she hides behind her mane and blushes.
"Sounds great!" you reply. You take her hand and lead her down the road.
>You arrive at the restaurant.
>It's quite busy. You manage to get a table in a quiet corner.
>You order and wait for your food.
"So I hear you like animals?" you ask, hoping to get a conversation flowing.
>Her face lights up and she gives you the biggest smile you've ever seen.
>Your food arrives and you eat in silence while Fluttershy talks about all the animals she takes care of.
>"Maybe you could come down to the animal shelter and help me? Um, if you want to..."
"That sounds great," you reply, smiling at her.
>She blushes and looks down at her food.
>You both finish your food and walk out into the dark street. A light breeze blows through, slightly ruffling Fluttershy's flowing pink hair.
"Would you like to go to the cliff and look at the stars?" you ask, watching her hair blow in the wind.
>"Ooh, I'd love to," she replies, brushing her hair from her eyes.
>You arrive at the cliff and lie down, admiring the stars above.
>"They look so beautiful," she whispers, her eyes wide with awe.
>you feel her inching her body closer to yours.
>You reach out for her hand.
>She slightly jumps, then relaxes, whilst slowly moving herself closer to you.
>You look at her. She looks back at you and blushes.
>You lean in and kiss her.
>She squeaks into your mouth, then sighs and relaxes.
>You kiss her gently at first
>You moves your hands over her arms, onto her shoulders and down again.
>She moans slightly into your mouth.
>You move your hands over her hips, and onto her legs.
>She moans slightly loader now.
>You slowly push your tongue into her mouth.
>She greets it with her own tongue, confused at first, but enjoying the sensations in her mouth.
>She her arms around you and pulls you closer.
>You slowly maneuver your hand up her shirt.
>You unclip the bra strap and slowly knead her nipple with your fingers.
>She shrieks in your mouth and jerks and twists her body.
>She breaks off the kiss and moans into the air.
>"Mmm, that... feels good... Anon."
>You keep kneading her nipple, while moving your other hand up the inside of her thigh.
>Her legs are shivering now. You finally reach her panties.
>You slowly rub your hand over her luscious pink lips.
>"Oooh, mmmm, please keep going, Anon," she whispers.
>You lean towards her and lick her neck, eliciting a long drawn out moan from her.
>You unbutton her shirt and start kissing her chest.
>You move her panties aside and slowly insert a finger into her wet folds.
>Fluttershy moans into your ear, causing you dick to harden like a rock.
>You kiss and lick her nipples, and insert another finger into her soft love tunnel.
>She's moaning full force now, her whole body is jerking and twisting on the grass.
>You pull your fingers out and ever so slowly massage her clit.
>"She gasps and leans into your shoulder, screaming with pleasure.
>With no room to massage her nipple, you instead massage her soft buttocks.
>You insert two fingers into her soaking wet lips and massage her clit with your thumb.
>"Oh, oh, mmmmm, please don't stop, Anon," she moans into your shoulder.
>You squeeze her buttock, and insert thrust your fingers in and out of her pussy.
>Her whole body is shaking, you know she wont last much longer.
>You insert a third finger into her, and massage her clit even faster.
>She's gasping now. She bites down on your shoulder. It hurts slightly, but you don't care.
>Her juices are pooling into the grass now.
>Her moans get louder. Your dick starts to hurt from being trapped in your pants.
>You move your hand from her buttcheek and unzip your trousers.
>Fluttershy looks down at your rock hard member.
>She tentatively grabs it and starts stroking it, up and down.
>You lean in and kiss her, then you keep kissing her neck, shuddering at the feel of her soft, delicate hand on your cock.
>She goes faster, and you speed up your pace on her weeping pussy.
>Her juices are everywhere, She moaning faster and faster.
>She rubs your cock faster and faster, you can't hold out much longer now.
>Your cock starts to spasm, just as her lips tightly squeeze your fingers.
>You kiss her as she screams, her juices flowing freely all over the grass and your hand.
>You feel your shoot its load, then its second.
>Her vag loosens up, letting the last of its juices spill out onto your hand.
>You pull apart and lie on the grass, panting and covered in sweat and love juice.
>"That was... amazing," Fluttershy pants, looking at you with a big smile on her face.
"My pleasure," you reply. You move in for a deep kiss.
~~~
>You are being high schooler Anon.
>This day is like any other, class after class.
>And it goes like this for what seemed like days, up until a certain point.
>Your Chem class. The teacher asks you and this tall orange-skinned girl to get some stuff required for the experiments you are going to do today.
>As you both walk to the school's storage room you decide to let the girl walk ahead of you.
>Dem sexy curves. Damn, that girl was hot as hell.
>Focus, Anon, focus.
>As you two get to the storage room, you immediately see the stuff the teacher asked you to get.
>Hot fucking damn, it's a heavy box.
>Seeing you struggle with it, she decides to lend you a helping hand.
>Carefully, step by step, you carry the box to the classroom, making sure nothing falls off.
>The walk back seems eternal, so, to make it less boring you begin a short conversation, beginning by asking her name.
>"The name's Applejack. Glad to meet'cha."
>It's amazing how you never bothered to ask her name before.
>That's what you get for being a socially awkward fuck.
>You continue chatting for a good while before reaching your goal.
>Applejack seems to be a really nice girl, with a smoking hot body too. Perfection.
>The class flies by, and you did absolutely nothing but to stare at her the entire time.
>"Heya, Anon?" Applejack asks you before you leave the classroom. "You seem to be a real nice person."
>Of-fucking-course.
>"Would'cha like to come with me after classes?"
>As in... a date?
>"Don't get the wrong idea. I just wanna chat a bit more with ya, that's all."
>Way to go, Anon. This girl surely wants the D.
>The rest of the day goes as slow as a snail.
>Finally, classes are over and you two head off to AJ's house.
>AJ tells you to wait while she changes to more appropriate clothing, because fuck school uniforms.
>You sit there like a dumb fuck without knowing what to do.
>Minutes pass, she is nowhere to be seen.
>You decide to look for Applejack. But being your first time in this place, you quickly get lost.
>Fucking shit, this place is like a giant barn.
>After having to ask for directions to a little girl (probably AJ's sister) you finally reach her room.
>You knock on the door and ask if she's ok.
>No answer.
>You knock once more. Again, nothing.
>You insist. Nothing.
>Fuckthisshit.
>You try to get the door open, but it's locked.
>This fucking place.
>But suddenly, you hear faint sounds coming from the other side... and it sounds like faint... moaning?
>Whatthefuckisthisgirldoing.
>You think she probably fell off and got knocked out.
>Then the nasty part of you kicks in. She must be doing something "inappropriate".
>You stand there, listening to AJ moan over and over. That shit is enough to get you hard as rock.
>Finally, the door opens.
>AJ stares at you... she then realizes that you've most likely been standing there for a good while.
>"How... how much of that did ya hear?"
>You only stare at her.
>"Oh... buddy. I... Huh..."
>She doesn't know what to do next. She just stands there, frozen.
>You smile at her, and push her inside her room, locking door behind you both.
>"A... Anon... What'cha doing?"
>She asks, she seems very nervous.
>You just keep smiling.
>"Anon... please say somethin', you're scarin' me."
>This bitch wants you. And you're gonna give her everything you've got.
>AJ seems scared. Her body is sweating, and she's breathing heavily.
>Your member just keeps getting harder and harder. God damn you want this girl.
>"Anon! Talk to me—!"
>You silence her with a kiss.
>She jumps in surprise at first, but gives in and returns the kiss.
>"Oh Anon... I..."
>She literally can't make a proper sentence.
>You kiss her back, this time your kiss becomes a tongue fight, and she's winning.
>"Anon... I need to tell ya somethin'... I love you. Ever since I saw you for the first time..."
>Those words are so cliché. But what did you expect? Teenagers, son.
>"Anon... I want you... I need you... Please..."
>Now shit's getting somewhere.
>You decide to be as alpha as you fucking can.
>You push AJ on her bed.
>You stare at that magnificent body.
>All of it.
>Fucking beautiful.
>You decide you're gonna enjoy this shit.
>As much as you possibly can.
>And she's gonna have to go through it all.
>You run you hand throughout her entire body, from her shoulders, to those godlike hips, massaging every part of her.
>She just lets you do as you please with her, making no objections.
>You turn to her lower body, and notice that she's already wet.
>A lot. Jesus christ. But you aren't going there just yet. You haven't had your fun yet.
>You continue moving your hands through her body, and move to her chest; oh dear, those breasts are so beautiful.
>You decide to play with them a bit, while doing so, you manage to hear AJ moan a bit.
>She's biting her lower lip, trying to not make too much noise.
>After having enough of those breasts, you move to her ass, and get a handful of it.
>It's so firm. It's clear she exercises constantly.
>"I think you've had enough... just take me already."
>Damn, this girls gets right to business.
>But like the beta fucker that you are, you obey.
>You begin to undress her, bit by bit,
>Pants, shirt, underwear, all off.
>You are now staring at her amazing and naked body.
>Time to rock.
~~~
>Typical high school day in Canterlot High.
>Hanging out with your bro Spike at your locker getting ready for lunch.
>When the cheerleaders start coming your way led by the spoiled brat herself, Rarity.
>"Oh there you are, Spikey Wikey I've been looking all over for you!
>Spikes cheeks are turning a deep crimson.
>"I'm suppose to help Professor Starswirl in the Chem lab during lunch, but it's the only time off that I get to practice," she says. "Be a dear and help out little ol' m,e would you? My cute lil' Spikey Wikey."
>Welp there goes any plans of hanging out during lunch
>"Of course Rarity, I'd be happy to help!"
>Spike's crush on Rarity is known to practically the entire school and the spoiled princess has no problem using it to manipulate him.
>"Oh, you're a life saver! I promise I'll make this up to you."
>With a brief hug, she saunters off, hardly taking notice to you there.
>He quickly comes out of his retarded love coma to briefly say bye before shooting down the hall.
>After a quick bite, you find yourself under the bleachers, the perfect place to have a mid-school smoke without being bothered.
>Rainbow was the one that actually recommended the place, it's quiet plus it holds the off chance of peeking at girls on the track team.
>Speak of the devil. You see her walking over and you're about to say hi before you notice some football jock making his way out of the restroom.
>Before you can put two and two together, they hug and briefly kiss before heading towards the side of the restroom away from prying eyes.
>Obviously enjoying a fair bit of gossip you slowly saunter to the other end of the bleachers to get a good view.
>"We need to stop, Blueblood... this isn't right."
>"Shhh, just relax, don't think. You know you want this."
>His hands are pawing all over Rainbow's athletic body, groping her small breasts and making his way down to her thighs.
>Having a moral conundrom, you think maybe you should slowly back away that is before you hear something behind you.
>There stands Rarity to shocked to speak, again, it looks like she barely noticed you. It seems her attention is directly on Blueblood and Rainbow Dash.
>She walks on shaky legs pass you and toward Blublood and Rainbow who are too enveloped in their foreplay to notice anything.
>You see tears start to from in her eyes as she takes a deep breath, ready to chastise her boyfriend for being unfaithful.
>Being quick on your feet, you gently grab her and put a hand on her mouth.
"Shhh," you whisper in her ear. "If I let you go, promise you won't scream."
>All you see is a mixture of fury and confusion in her eyes before she gently takes a deep breath and nods her head.
>You slowly take your hand off her mouth but keep holding her body firmly in place.
>"What are you doing here?" she quietly asks.
"Smoking. Look, listen. I just stumbled on this sight myself, but let me say going in there and screaming like a bat out of hell isn't going to help."
>She looks over to the sight of RD and her boyfriend before turning her head.
>You've never cared for Rarity, but Christ this is awkward and you're trying to empathize with her. On the other hand, Dash is a bro and there's no way you plan on getting in the middle of this mess.
>While multiple voices in your head argue your best course of action, you notice you still have Rarity firmly held.
>You can feel every little breath and tremble as she focuses on the two ahead of you.
>In your mind Rarity has always been to high on the social ladder to ever be seen with you. Given that, you've never paid her much thought now, now she's in your arms.
>You notice how nice she smells from her perfume to her shampoo, and her skin, it's so pale, yet radiant, not to mention soft.
>And her face, her sweet cheeks are red and flustered... wait that's odd, isn't it?
>Putting your attention fully on Rarity you notice how enveloped she is watching her former lover.
>Sure there's a tint of rage in her eyes but also lust, could it be she's getting turned on watching her former lover ravishing another woman?
"Rarity?"
>Nothing.
"Rarity!?"
>She's definitely lost in thought, speaking of which, a small wicked one crosses your mind.
>Here's a decent way to get her attention: you slowly unwrap your left hand keeping her close with your right and gently rub her neck.
>She softly sighs still barely taking notice to you... as always. Oh well.
>Trailing down her neck to her breasts with your left hand you wrap your right around her waist bringing her even closer to your body.
>Your raging member is firmly pressed against her small behind as you gently grind against her backside.
>Welp, that did it.
>She jumps and squee's just above a whisper before turning to face you, confusion, lust and anger in her ivory eyes.
>Just as her face turns you kiss her, plunging your tongue deep in her mouth.
>Several muffled protests later, she finally moans deeply and accepts your kiss of passion.
>If only Spike could see you now, you devilishly think.
>Speaking of which being possessively devilish, your left hand makes it way toward the front of her skirt.
>You gently lift it up to find a pair of pretty purple panties with a black bow in the center.
>You oddly imagined black satin or a thong perhaps. Oh well, not that you're about to stop and complain.
>Breaking your kiss, you start to gently rub her crotch through her slick panties
"Rarity, you have no idea how badly I've wanted this, secretly wanting you."
>Quiet moans is her only response.
>You gently push her panties to the side and tweek her little pleasure button.
"Rarity, tell me you want this"
>"Yes, please, don't stop. No one's ever touched me like this."
>You tweek her clit harder and start massaging her breasts through her top.
"Say my name, Rarity."
>Silence.
>Of fucking course...
"You have no idea who I am, do you?"
>"Don't be absurd... you're Spike's friend."
>You pinch her clit hard twisting it back and forth.
>She jumps from the pain mixing in with her carnal pleasure.
"My name Rarity, my name."
>You can see shame in her eyes and she turns her head down grinding her crotch against your hand.
"Anon."
>"Anon..."
"Who's doing this to you?"
>You ask as you plunge a finger deep in her tight hole.
>"Anon..."
"Whose gonna make you cum like the slutty cheerleader you are?"
>"Anon, please..."
>You kind of feel for this girl who just stumbled on her boyfriend cheating on her, only to be molested seconds later.
>But Christ, moments like these come by once in a lifetime and you'll be damned if you tarnish this one.
>And with that motivation, you stop fingering her to tilt her head so she's looking straight in your eyes.
>"Don't stop... I'm close"
"If you're gonna act like a slutty cheerleader, you're gonna be treated like one. Now do you want me to continue or not?
>She meekly tries to turn her gaze away but you keep your hand firmly on her chin, keeping her gaze.
>"Make me cum."
"I beg your pardon?"
>"I'm your slutty cheerleader, now make me cum."
>No one will ever believe this and you'd never be stupid enough to tell, but with that it's time to go full in on this debauchery.
>With that you slowly slip down your fly and fish out your raging member.
>Rarity can't fully see what you're up to but she can hear it.
>"Anon, wait."
"Relax."
>You know what she was going to object to, but sadly it won't come to that. You know better then to have unprotected sex with a popular school cheerleader while her boyfriend's only 20 yards away.
>So it's mutual masturbation time!
>You slipped your penis between her thighs, brushing it up against her swollen lips and gently thrust.
>She seems to appreciate the stimulation as her hands move up, groping her own breasts.
>With your right hand, you gently massage her clit, while with your left you gently stroke the tip of your cock as it presses against her panties, stretching them when you fully thrust in.
>Both of you pick up speed, getting closer and closer to your climax.
>Finally her grinding stops and her body tenses up as she starts to reach her limit.
>Not needing much more help yourself you decide to go all out and try to cum with her.
>Finally it hits!
>Her juices gush over your member making it all the more slick as you start to shoot torrents of semen into her panties.
>Aside from the thick white globs, it's hard to tell what juices are hers and what are yours.
>Hunched over and on shaky legs, the two of you start to compose yourselves as you look up to see that Blueblood and RD are long gone.
"Rarity..."
>You whisper, honestly with no idea what to say now that the moment's gone and reality hits like a truck. You're not sure what's going to happen.
>She could cry, scream, start throwing punches, but all she does is slide her panties back into position and slowly leaves your embrace.
>"You're lucky I have another pair," she manages to breath out.
"Look I didn't mean to, I just—"
>She puts a finger on your lips
>"Now it's my turn to 'shhh' you."
>"I don't know what to say or how to react, so let's just chop this up to a happy accident," she says. "If Blueblood wants to screw around with sluts, that doesn't mean I shouldn't be allowed to have some fun."
"So does that mean you're over him and with me?"
>"Oh, good heavens, no! Listen darling, you're cute and good with your hands, but I know our peers just wouldn't allow it."
>Honestly you don't know what hits you first, rage or sorrow—
>But her finger finds its way back to your lips once again
>"But that doesn't mean we can't have fun from time to time."


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>You & Dash get frisky
>Go underneath the gym bleachers when nobody is looking
>She puts her hand down your loose gym shorts
>Strokes your rock hard member
>You return the favor
>Reach up her skirt
>Fuck! Spandex shorts!
>"Quit horsing around, Anon, I'm dripping wet!"
>Squeeze your hand up tight shorts leg
>Takes you 20 seconds to reach the honeypot
>Dang... she really is wet
>Fingerbang her tight High School pussy
>"Oh shit, somebody is coming!"
>Try to yank your hand out
>Shorts too tight, you're stuck!
>Busted by gym teacher
>Both of you sent to Principal Celestia's office
>Parents and legal guardians called
>Rainbow's dad is furious
>Kicks your ass in the parking lot
>All because of those damned spandex shorts


What I'm asking is about Dash specifically. I can see her staying in bed late... long after her Dad called her and told her to get up for the third time. When she finally looks at her clock, "Oh shit, I'm late!" She grabs her clothes off the floor (messy room), and just pulls on her spandex shorts with no underwear. She grabs a Pop-Tart and orange juice and dashes out the door.

No school bus for athletic Dash, she jumps on her bicycle, mashing the crotch of her spandex shorts up into her camel-toe. She works up a good sweat on the way to school. Class is boring, but she thinks the teacher is cute. Making sure nobody is looking Dash reaches up her skirt and plays with herself a little thru her shorts. Thin cotton panties would make this easier but the spandex does not stop her. She gets nice and wet but forgets to write down what the homework for tonight is.

Gym class, Dash's favorite. She changes out of her skirt & top but keeps the spandex shorts on. She runs, jumps, does splits, stretches and sweats. The spandex material does a poor job of absorbing her various fluids. After school, more of the same at sports practice. Then she gets on her bicycle to ride home... can't go as fast because that weird freshman kid Scootaloo wants to tag along and she can't keep up with Dash's maximum speed.

By the end of the day Dash's spandex shorts are pretty crusty with fluids & sweat. Cotton panties would have absorbed all that and gone straight into the hamper at bed-time...but not the spandex. They are wet in the crotch with a little bit of slimy vaginal ooze. Before taking a shower Dash tosses them on the floor with the rest of her clothes. She'll probably oversleep tomorrow and pull on the same pair of crusty shorts.
~~~
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 and 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 and 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 and 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. Figure, 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 and smooth. It's been so long... you'd forgotten what a sweet young small-town 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 and cries but you push her face into your coat, muffling the noise. Up and down you stroke her little slit, taint and 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 and 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 burglar.

Good times.
~~~
>classes have just ended for the day
>want nothing more than to go home and relax
>can't because you have to get 'community service hours' for some stupid as fuck club that will supposedly help you get into college and you promised to help that annoying pink maniac set up for a pep rally
>as soon as you get in the gym a hand jerks you under the bleachers
>before you can shout "rape" you notice a hot white chick with a finger in front of her mouth
>she sees that you're confused and tries to explain
>she offered to help the pink one but was told there was enough help
>she's paranoid as fuck about this for some reason and is spying to see if it was a lie and her generosity is being spurned or some shit like that
>you're the only one to show up so far and Pinkie's just doing everything herself
>you're getting kind of bored just standing behind her while she looks out at the gymnasium
>at least the view is nice
>slowly reach out a hand and run it through her voluminous purple locks
>fuck, she's gonna be creeped out by this
>...she hardly even noticed
>get bold, time to alpha the fuck up
>run hands down to her waist, tracing her body through the heavenly feel of the softest fabric you've ever known
>she just keeps gazing out at Pinkie, doesn't even respond
>time to change that
>you slid your hands up her skirt, bunching it up where they enter
>one hand slides her lacy panties to the side while the other begins to make long strokes up and down her slit
>that got her attention
>she turns her head in shock to look at you
>she angrily asks you what you think you're doing, but has to whisper for fear of being found out by Pinkie
>you respond with a smirk as your finger goes straight for her clit
>she lets out a small squeak made up of equal parts surprise and pleasure
>that's all it takes for you to know that you've won
>you pull her back a step so that her back is firm against your front
>you can feel the curves of her ass pressing against your quickly hardening dick
>it's time
>you slowly push your middle finger between her now moist lips
>as it slides ever deeper she bites her bottom lip, trying not to make a sound lest she be discovered
>when you finally have it all the way in you just hold it there for a bit while she catches her breath
>then you begin moving your hand up and down, letting most of your finger come out each time before thrusting it back in
>you feel her weight shift as she begins to lean on you a little for support
>soon she lets out a soft moan
>her eyes immediately widen in horror, grasps your hand through her skirt so you can't move it, and she tenses up as she scans the room for any signs of being heard by her friend
>Pinkie is too busy literally blasting streamers through the room to notice
>Rarity lets out a sigh of relief and loosens her death grip on your hand
>she turns to you and says it was fun and all, but you need to stop before you're discovered
>maybe later, somewhere a little more private
>fuck that
>you respond by sliding another finger into her pussy and continue what you started
>she puts her delicate hands in front of her mouth to stifle a gasp
>her reactions are only spurring you on even more
>you begin fingering her harder as you pick up the pace
>a soft but audible sound can be heard every time your fingers go all the way and the rest of your hand slaps against her leaking lips
>she notices and is visibly worried that every sound will somehow echo across the entire school, but at this point the pleasure is winning out
>she needs to make it to the end before she can stop
>you oblige her by thrusting your fingers as fast as you can
>it isn't long before she's on the brink
>her whole body is shaking with anticipation and she can barely stand on her own, she's putting all of her weight on you
>you've never felt as manly as you do now holding her nearly limp body against yourself
>finally she can't hold it in any longer
>a small gush of liquid spurts out onto your hand as Rarity lets out a moan several decibels above what she wanted to make
>her half-lidded eyes jump open when she sees Pinkie bouncing towards the bleachers
>she pushes you back a step just before Pinkie peers through the bleachers and notices the two of you
>"Heya, Rarity! What are you doing back there?"
>she tries her best to hide her still shaky legs and off kilter skirt as she stutters out some excuse about helping you find the gym after you got lost
>Pinkie must be really thick because she doesn't question it at all despite knowing that you've been at this school long enough to know the layout
>Rarity says a couple rushed goodbyes before she hurries out of the room, trying not the stumble in her weakened state
>Pinkie asks if you're here to help with the set-up but you make an excuse about a prior commitment and walk out, leaving her to continue her work alone
>on your way out you hold your hand up to your face and inhale the sweet scent of the juices still covering it
>your other hand begins to absently rub your cock through your pants as you hurry down the abandoned halls
>you desperately need to get home and relieve yourself
>but before you do you decide to tease yourself a little bit more by sticking a finger in your mouth to taste it while it's still fresh
>it tasted like diamonds
~~~
>you walk out of Canterlot High
>you had to stay late to make up some work you missed while you were out for a soccer match
>just about everyone else has long since left, but you spy the team captain out on the field practicing alone
>you wonder why she never seems to have to do make up work despite being on just about every athletic team the school has
>she must have some brainiac friend to help her with her work
>or maybe she just doesn't care because she knows she'll get into any college she wants on the strength of her athletics alone
>you decide to go see what she's up to since she's pretty cool (and cute) and you don't have anything better to do
>she greets you with a warm smile and congratulations on the match you had just won
>ask what she's doing at school so late, you doubt she needs the extra practice
>she says she's waiting on a friend who needs help with some activity or another and just thought she'd have some fun while waiting
>says she's getting a little bored playing by herself and proposes a one on one match to five
>you accept and you both take to the field
>you pause when you notice she's still wearing her skirt
>ask if she's going to take those off and play seriously
>you think you see a slight blush as she claims that she could beat you even in a skirt with the the kind of bravado that only Dash could muster
>she was almost right
>bitch managed to score three goals on you even with the restricted movement
>but you've gotten four and can almost taste your first victory against her
>make a joke about how her pride is going to get her beat, knowing that she hates losing more than anything
>she looks down for a moment, deep in thought as though she's conflicted about something
>she takes a deep breath
>and then she unstraps her skirt and yanks it off to the side
>finally, she's decided to get seriou— wait...
>your eyes go down to her undershorts and your heart decides to sucker punch your lungs when you realize you can see every line of her shapely legs
>and where they meet
>you let out a bizarre sound somewhere between a cough and laughter
"A-are you seriously not wearing pa—"
>the biggest blush you've ever seen spreads across her face as she cuts you off
>"I was running late this morning. I forgot. Just leave it alone so I can beat you and get dressed again."
>she was definitely a better athlete than you
>without that skirt restricting her movements she proceeded to school your ass in no time
>didn't help that you were somewhere between slight arousal and hysterical laughter at her situation the whole time
>Rainbow Dash is not amused at your amusement
>"How would you like it if I took off your underwear and made you walk around all day without them?"
>god her embarrassment is cute
"Well if it were you I don't think I'd mind at all," you say with a wink, only half-joking
>blush levels approaching mach 9
>she looks away and tells you that you shouldn't joke about such things
>realize she's not acting nearly as carefree as she normally would
"Oh my god Dash, do you... do you have a thing for me?"
>"No!" she blurts out way too quickly. "Well, I mean I think you're a pretty cool guy and you're kinda hot, b-but it's nothing serious!"
>you notice that she still hasn't put her skirt back on and those legs are calling out to you
>decide that never again will such a perfect opportunity arise
>before she knows what's hit her you slap a hand right up against her latex shorts, dead center
>her eyes go wide and just look at you, she's paralyzed and has no idea where to go from here
>you show her by beginning to rub your hand against her
>you focus on her pussy but make sure to feel down her toned thighs as well
>her skin tight shorts allow you to feel every curve of her body perfectly, but also feel smoother than any woman could hope to be
>her eyes have begun to slowly close as she gives in to the sensations you're making her feel
>you take a step closer, your shoulder pressed between her tiny breast, your hand still working away straight below it
>your other arm reaches around her and grasps the firmest ass you could ever have imagined
>you can tell that she's getting ridiculously wet right now, but the latex is doing a great job of preventing any from getting on your hand
>instead it's all just coming out in long streams onto her lower legs
>decide you're going to need some for your next move
>for the first time your hand touches her bare skin as you reach down to her lower leg
>it's warm, much warmer than the latex is getting
>you scoop up as much of her juice as you can with your finger and then position it at her entrance
>you feel a massive amount of resistance as you begin to push up, but you use your considerable strength to jam it into her all the way with one motion
>her shorts noticeably pull up to compensate for the part of them that is now being presses inside her as you finger her with all your might
>she lets out an adorable 'unf' every time you press the cool latex into her warm hole
>suddenly, as if something primal had finally awoken in her, Rainbow took control
>she pushed you onto the bleachers next to the field and before you could react had pulled the front of your pants down just enough to reveal your semi-erect member
>using both hands she began to transfer the lubricant flowing down her legs to your dick
>the feeling of her wet hands toying with your cock with their strong yet dexterous fingers was all it took to make you rock solid
>when you're as wet as she is she slathers a bit more onto the front of her shorts and positions herself on top of you
>you quickly scan the school yard to make sure there still isn't anyone around, suddenly conscious about doing this out in the open
>Dash looks straight at you, the hunger in her eyes makes it clear that she couldn't care less where she was
>she slides the tip of your cock against her smooth shorts, putting just enough pressure on it to lock it into place
>then she thrusts down as hard as she can
>you both let out a gasp when she reaches the end of your rod
>having to squeeze her shorts into her with you creates a tightness you've never felt before
>she begins to rotate her hips from side to side, slowly working her way around until she is sitting sideways in your lap
>despite the difficulty of moving through her shorts she continues to rock, wiggle, and grind her hips at a healthy pace
>every so often she will lift herself up a bit, letting some slack back into her pants, before thrusting back down and letting the tightness begin anew
>you begin to approach your climax when you notice an orange girl walking towards the field with a large red man
>they're still too far away to know what's going on, but they're approaching far too quickly for comfort
>you try to push Dash off and alert her to the danger, but she already knows
>and she refuses to stop
>she gives you her most confident grin and begins riding you faster than you at fucking supersanic speeds
>fuck, it's just turning her on
>you've got about ten seconds before those two are close enough for you to be in the danger zone
>that's more than enough time for Dash
>she finally achieves her victory when one final thrust down your cock releases your climax into her latex clad pussy
>in a second you've separated
>she clips her skirt back into place before her friend can notice there was nothing underneath them (or that there where large white spots stuck to them)
>you pull your pants over your persisting erection
>when her orange friend approaches Rainbow greets her like nothing had happened
>she seems to notice the wetness leaking down Dash's legs
>"Hoo Wee, y'all musta been sweatin' up a storm waitin' on us. You and all these sports a' yours must give you more exercise than even Big Mac and me get at the farm."
>"Oh, I'm sure you two keep up," Rainbow shot a sly grin in your direction. "Anyway, lets go set up that volleyball match, Applejack. And I'll see YOU at practice tomorrow."
>she gave you a little wink as she walked away
>you stare at her ass as she walks away, trying to catch your breath while you wrap your head around what had just taken place
>you had finally achieved the dream of all of your teammates
>you had cum inside captain Rainbow Dash
>well... kinda
~~~
>"H-heeey..."
>That ugly, raspy voice
>You can hear the mucus in her throat
>She bumps into you in the flowing river of bodies flooding from classroom to classroom
>Trying to get into your locker in the tight hallway, the door shields a scant few inches from view of oncoming peers
>She bothers you every day after second period
>The special classes don't usually let them wander about freely, but she always 'forgets' a book she needs
>You push her away, but she doesn't care
>She just leans into you, unusually strong legs easily shoving you into your own door
>You tell her to go away
>She just grabs your wrist
>Her fingers are clammy and nasty, dirty with grime and food crumbs
>"L-loooove you."
>You tell her 'no' as cleanly as possible
>She pulls your hand to the crotch of her sweatpants
>You shudder
~~~
>"Come on, you fucking faggot."

Skirt up, shorts tugged down slightly, in the dim light of the empty gym the slivers of sun beaming down from the skylights gently cast stripes of light across Dash's ass through the bleachers you were hiding under. You'd met her here after her track class, she was still panting from giving it her all just a few minutes ago, ostensibly insisting that it had nothing to do with the situation at hand.

>"Five minutes, hurry up, fuck."

She urged you on, burying her face in the crook of her elbow and reaching around with her other arm. Her hand rested on her hard, toned ass, her middle finger tugging at what little give her pale blue cheek would allow. No underwear, only her tight shorts were in the way of you and her snatch. You reach out your hand, cupping her cheek and swirling it down into the tight crack of her shorts, the cold clammy sweat of her ass leading down into the warm, oven-like heat trapped inside the shorts.

The tip of your finger finds the fold of her labia, nearly too hot to the touch and incredibly slick. You don't get a chance to slip it in, her knees buckle and her ass caves in, away from your touch, her hand slapping your own.

>"The ass, you fucker, I said you could finger my ass."

She tentatively brings her ass back up, parting her cheeks again for you. The shorts covering her snatch weren't an accident, you realize that she's tugging her tight little star wide for you, you see it gently puckering in anticipation.

Well, you weren't about to waste a chance to finger something warm. Boys in the throes of puberty never chose their battles. You quickly swirl your finger in your mouth, balking slightly at the forgotten tang of sweaty puss on the tip of your finger, slightly gross yet causing a boner that threatened to burst from your denim jeans. Slick and wet your finger finds her pert pucker, hearing Dash take a deep breath and relax you feel the tight star gape ever so slightly. Your fingertip catches a little on the way.
~~~
>you wipe the sweat off of your brow, glad to finally be finished with your work
>you and about a dozen other students have been helping the local apple farm with the harvest
>some are friends of the family, others like you are here for the promise of free apple-based treats
>it's getting late and the work has finally come to a stop for the day
>Applejack informs the crowd that dinner will now be served
>fuck yeah, time for some delicious apple pie
>she comes up to you and thanks you personally for helping, says you've been the most productive person here and she thinks you deserve a special treat
>you follow her to the house dreaming of what heavenly pastry could be better than those you've already seen being served
>she leads you up to... her room?
>oh god, did she mean THAT kind of treat
>you're becoming a little unsure about this
>I mean sure, she's got a nice, toned body, but she also gives off an air of I-can-break-you-into-pieces
>but your fears are alleviated when, instead of ripping her clothes off and mounting you, she pulls out her secret jar of Nutella
>holy shit
>this is the greatest thing you've ever seen
>maybe she will be the first person to finally understand how much you FUCKING LOVE Nutella
>she offers the jar to you and you stick a finger in and scoop out as much as you can
>you stick your Nutella clad finger deep in your mouth sucking on the sweet, succulent treat, savoring every moment
>not content to let you have all of the deliciousness Applejack pulls your hand over to her face and sucks the remainder off of your finger
>easily the sexiest thing to ever happen to you
>she points out that you've got Nutella on your face
>when you ask where she takes a finger full of the stuff and slathers it across your nose
>you try to respond in kind but she jerks the jar away and begins to toss the damn stuff at you
>you had taken your shirt off earlier so the heat of working outside wouldn't get to you as much
>now your face and upper body are being covered in the most delicious spread to ever be seen by mortal men
>in desperation you reach out for it, instead hitting her sides
>she squeaks and giggles from that
>hory shit
>she's ticklish
>fucking Applejack is ticklish
>and it is your only weapon against her
>you're both rolling around on the floor, her slathering your half-naked body with Nutella, you wiggling your fingers anywhere you can reach
>you're laughing and having a jolly good time
>until you wiggle your finger into the forbidden area and she jerks away from you
>as soon as you realize what happened you start to apologize
>it was an accident, please don't beat me up
>she just stares at you
>then she takes a big handful of Nutella and shoves it down the front of your fucking pants
>what
>the
>fuck
>now she's got bedroom eyes and a wicked grin
>she jerks your pants off, leaving you naked in the middle of the floor
>then she continues her work, coating every inch of your body with cocoa spread
>she gives special attention to your beating member as it grows from close proximity to your favorite substance in the world
>how have you never thought of doing this before
>but you don't stop either
>you keep tickling here wherever you can, but trying for her inner thighs as often as possible
>the two of you are in a frenzy on the floor
>but somehow she manages to complete her task quite well
>you're covered in Nutella and the jar is empty
>she falls over next to you on the floor
>both of you trying to regain your breath through fits of laughter
>when you've finally calmed down you let out a heavy sigh
"Well, that was great, Applejack, but it does seem like a bit of a waste..."
>she props herself up on an elbow
>"Says who? We Apples don't waste anything, 'specially Nutella."
>you're about to ask what she means when she suddenly drags her tongue across your chest
>she proceeds to lick the Nutella off of your bare body, savoring every taste of the godly treat
>as her head traces a path down towards your lower body she raises her head for a second
>"You know... I hear Nutella is great on meat too..."
>well duh, Nutella is great on everything
>before you can realize what she really meant she's licking globs of it off your cock
>she even puts the whole thing in her mouth to try and get more of the stuff
>not that you blame her
>her teeth lightly graze you as she slowly pulls her head up
>as she swallows a mouthful of Nutella she lets out a moan
>it's heavenly taste is literally bringing her sexual pleasure
>not that unusual actually
>happens to you all the time
>actually...
>you scrape some off of yourself and put it in your mouth
>but then Applejack turns around, with a leg on either side of your face and demands you continue tickling her while she cleans you off
>you comply, grazing her legs and sides with your fingers while she giggles in between licks and moans
>soon you begin reach your climax, the combination of the peanut butter of gods and a girls tongue being too much for your dick to take
>you shoot your load onto the Nutella covering your body, giving it all to your one true love
>Applejack isn't done yet
>she licks all of the semen-coated Nutella off of you
>the taste combines with your continued tickling sets her off and she screams in delight before collapsing next to you again
>you both just lay there for a while basking in the joy of meeting a kindred spirit in the love of cocoa spread
>you fucking love Nutella
~~~
>you're walking towards the lunchroom as quickly as you can
>hoping to get some based chicken fingers before they run out
>suddenly you stop and stand at the side of the hall
>just like everyone else
>everyone knows what to do when Sunset Shimmer walks by
>all hail the queen and all that
>you just stand there, take in her radiance, and hope to god she doesn't decide that you've offended her in some way
>god you love her
>she's so fucking alpha
>way more so than you
>what you wouldn't give to be able to command people with just a glance
>maybe then you'd be able to get that shy girl you've been crushing on all year to like you
>speaking of Fluttershy
>you see her a little ahead of you in the hall, hiding from Sunset as best she can, in desperate need of a strong man to protect her
>you could be that man
>right?
>yeah
>definitely
>you've got this
>the queen walks through the hall without a word, signaling that it's okay for everyone to continue with their day
>a sigh of relief goes up from everyone in the crowd
>now that you're clear you head straight for Fluttershy
>chicken fingers can wait
>today you become a man
>time to get laid
>or... y'know, just eat lunch with her or something
>as you walk towards her you take in the features that made you fall in love with her
>that unassuming yellow skin
>that flowing pink hair
>god she's cute
>and she could be all yours
>to love and protect
>just gotta alpha up and take it
>you remember everything about getting women that you learned in those feels threads
>they love it when a man takes charge, if you push them around then they know you're strong enough to take care of them
>it's fucking biology man
>you channel your inner Sunset and stop right in front of her
>you look her straight in the eyes, trying to keep an uninterested look on your face so that she'll want what she thinks she can't have
>taking a position of power
>like a boss
>you put a hand on her shoulder and give her a love tap back into the lockers
>showing her your masculine strength
>you decide to—
>no—
>DEMAND that she go to lunch with you today
>you remember that you shouldn't offer to pay, you want it to seem like she needs you more than you need her
>even though you know you need her
>you need her so badly
"Hey what's-your-face, today you're going to pay for my lunch."
>nailed it
>she's so impressed she doesn't even respond, just hands you a wad of cash
>but as you were counting it to see how much stuff you could get her with it she somehow slipped away
>you looked everywhere for her at lunch
>got her a tray and everything
>but she didn't show up
>so you just ate alone
>again
>you spent all day wondering what could have happened
>why did she abandon you
>it must have been important
>your beautiful waifu would never have left otherwise
>unless
>was it something you did?
>it was, wasn't it
>oh god
>you must have fucked something up
>blown your chance at living a happy life with a lovely woman to call your own
>goddamn you, why can't you do anything right
>you shamble through the rest of your day like a zombie
>you try to play some vidya when you get home to take your mind off it, but you just can't get into it
>instead you just watch the most mind numbing show you can find
>some little kids cartoon about talking animals being happy
>you wished you could be happy
>as weird as it was, something about the show made you hard without you realizing it
>it was getting late anyway
>might as well fap and go to bed
>you pull out your laptop and see if there's any porn of that show you were just watching
>wow
>that's... a lot
>you pull your dick out and start beating off to pictures of cartoon animals
>you don't even care anymore
>halfway through you spot a picture of two of the characters making love
>little hearts everywhere
>one has light pink hair
>you begin to weep
>but you don't stop
>masturbation is about the only good thing in your life right now
>like hell if life is going to take that away too
>you wipe away the tears and move your hand back to your dick
>you're now wet hand slides up and down, giving you the greatest pleasure you feel in your life
>yep
>the best feeling you've had for as long as you can remember
>the tears don't stop flowing
>finally, you cum
>longing for the girl you know you'll never be man enough to take
>strangely enough, you don't feel good afterwards
>you just feel kinda numb
>empty
>but at least that's better than how you felt before
>better than you deserve
>so you guess that's the best you're ever going to get
>you lay down in your bed and go to sleep
>maybe you won't have to wake up tomorrow
>maybe you won't have to see HER again
>because you're not sure you could take it anymore
~~~
>Hanging out next to your locker, putting books away.
>Cute tomboy girl crashes into you.
>Fucking Rainbow Dash.
>She's been your next door neighbor since you were like 5.
>"Anon! You gotta let me copy your homework for math class. I didn't get it done last night."
>Ugh... Dash always wants to copy your homework for something.
"Fuck off Dashie, do your own homework for a change!"
>She tries the puppydog eyes on you.
>It's not very effective.
>Then she plays for sympathy.
>"Aww, come on, Anon... my Dad is gonna kill me if I get another 'Missed Homework' notice from Principal Celestia! I'm already grounded because of the last one!"
>You snort derisively.
"Maybe you should... I dunno... do your homework maybe?"
>She looks at you like you're crazy.
>"I totally wanted to... but there was a killer soccer match on last night and I just couldn't pull myself away. It went double overtime... it was 11PM before it ended and my Dad was telling me to go to bed!"
>You roll your eyes.
"That's a crap excuse, Dash."
>She puts her hands on her hips.
>"I'm the Captain of the school team! I have to watch all the important matches."
>You begin to walk away.
>"Wait! Anon... please... I'm really desperate! My dad really got really mad at me the last time I got a missed homework letter. He says next time I'm gonna get an ass-whipping."
>You smile and chuckle a bit.
"Sounds sexy. Leave your bedroom window open so I can watch."
>She punches you in the arm.
>She's a small girl, but it still hurts.
>"You jerk! It's not sexy... it hurts! I'm 15 years old, I don't want a spanking! Please Anon, aren't we friends? Please help me out?"
>You think about it for a few seconds.
>Opportunity knocks.
"Alright, but you've gotta let me get those fingers wet."
>She shoves you back into your locker.
>"Eww, you pervert!"
>You chuckle.
>She's just playing with you now.
"Come on Dashie, it's not the first time."
>Now she rolls her eyes.
>"If you're referring to that time in your tree house we were like... nine."
>You shrug your shoulders.
"Okay. Have fun with that missed homework letter."
>She pretends to snort angrily.
>But you know it's just an act.
>"Fine... just wait a few seconds."
>She scurries away and talks to that weird freshman who's always following her around.
>Dash hurries back.
>She grabs you by the wrist.
>"Okay, come on, I just bought us about 15 minutes."
>Rainbow Dash leads you to the janitor's closet.
>To your surprise, she has the key.
>"Scruffy lets us keep extra sports equipment in here. Since I'm Captain of... like... every team I get a key."
>You're not convinced.
"What if the janitor comes in?"
>Dashie giggles.
>"Don't work... I'm brilliant. I just gave Scootaloo 50 cents to go to the cafeteria and puke. She said it was no problem, she'll just shove her fingers down her throat. Scruffy is gonna be busy cleaning that up for at least 15 minutes."
>Ah... maybe Dash is brilliant.
>You two duck into the janitor's closet.
>She pulls up her skirt.
>You stare at her tight, spandex clad rear.
"Well, whatcha waiting for, Anon?"
>Oh wow.
>Dash has always just been the cute girl next door.
>Not the hottie you fantasized about.
>But you've still watched her from your bedroom window a thousand times.
>Getting undressed, dancing around in her underwear with the headphones on.
>You've masturbated to her hundreds of times.
>Now there it is, right in front of you.
"Come on Anon, are you just gonna stare at it?"
>You gently slip your fingers into the waistband of her spandex shorts.
>You peel them down to her knees.
>Just a thin pair of cotton panties between you & nirvana.
>Yellow and white with a soccer ball print.
>Her smell... sweat, boys deodorant and a slight whiff of tuna drives you crazy.
>You slip her panties down, savoring every moment.
>A thin string of vaginal fluid sticks to the crotch, stretching like a spider web.
>You don't waste time.
>You're gentle... you and Dash have been friends forever.
>It's not the first time you've touched her sweet candy.
>But when you were 9 you didn't know what you were doing.
>You were just playing Doctor.
>This time you're determined to show her a good time.
>You part her outer lips with your left hand.
>The right hand strokes her sensitive inner lips.
>No lack of lube... her juice is overflowing.
>It's running down her leg.
>You take your left hand away, trapping the right in her tight, athletic cunt.
>You wipe up some of the natural lube and go for hole #2.
>"Whoa! Easy Anon... I wasn't expecting that!"
>You back off.
>"I didn't say stop... just take it slow."
>You keep stroking her tender vaginal lips.
>With your other hand you massage the rim of Dashie's asshole.
>She's moaning softly... her legs are trembling.
>Oh jeez, your cock could carve diamonds right now.
>Limited time... gotta work fast.
>You slide your right hand up her pussy and rub the clitoral hood.
>"Oh god, Anon... don't stop, don't you dare stop!"
>You rub faster.
>Her whole butt is twitching.
>Time to slip the finger in her butt.
>"Oh shit, Anon!"
>Oh, you're committed now.
>Two in the pink, separate hand in the stink.
>Not that it stinks... she's pretty clean.
>Your right hand continues its assault on her clitoris.
>Holy fuck, she's gushing vaginal ooze.
>It's all over your hand, up to your wrist.
>Your other hand has a finger deep in her tight, warm asshole.
>The ring crushes down on your finger.
>You wish it was your cock... maybe someday.
>For now you have to be satisfied with a quick fingerbang.
"Oh shit... Anon, I can't take it... finish me!"
>You don't know how long you've been at this.
>Hopefully Scootaloo's vomit distraction has worked.
>But you've gotta finish now.
>You slip your fingers under Dash's clitoral hood.
>She moans out loud.
>So loud you worry about getting caught.
>She was worried about a missed homework letter?
>Shit, how's Rainbow Dad gonna feel about his daughter getting caught in the janitor's closet with her shorts around her knees.
>He'll probably murder you for doing it.
>You rub her exposed clitoris in a fast circle.
>That's all it takes.
>She orgasms... the juice runs all over your hand and forearm.
>She falls to her knees hard, panting in ecstasy.
>You think it's over.
>But she surprises you.
>In a flash, Dash turns around.
>Before you can react the unzips your fly and reaches inside.
>You boner provides her all the help she needs.
>It's so rigid she grans it like a handle.
>Dashie reaches down to her own puss and wipes a load of slippery fluid onto her hand.
>She reaches up and gives your member a few strokes.
>But then it goes straight into her mouth.
>Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.
>This is so much better than PlayStation.
>You wish it would last longer.
>But the cute tomboy from next door finishes you in seconds.
>You blow a massive load of thick, pearly cum into her mouth.
>Not a drop is spilled.
>Cheeks puffed up, she looks at you and smiles.
>Then she spits out your load into the janitor's mop bucket.
"Fuck Scruffy," she says.
>You don't argue.
>You two take a few minutes getting cleaned up.
>She's a mess.
>After she orgasmed, she came down so hard she skinned her knees on the concrete floor.
>"Jeez, don't worry Anon. I'm a jock, nobody will ever notice."
>It takes 20 cheap High School grade paper towels to clean up her thighs, wet with vaginal fluid.
>You want to clean her dick too, but she stops you.
>"You better not. I'm gonna sneak over later today and sniff your cock. You better still have my smell on it or you're in trouble, mister. If you still do, you'll get a reward instead."
>Awesome.
>Dash pulls up her panties, and her spandex shorts.
>"Do I look okay?"
>She does a twirl to let you check her out.
>She looks hot, but that's not what she's asking.
"Yeah, everything is in place."
>She kisses you on the cheek, then kisses her fingertips and pats your dick.
>"See ya later!"
>She forgot something.
"Wait!"
>She turns around.
"Don't you still need my math homework?"
>Dash giggles.
>"Nah. I copied it from Applejack on the bus ride to school."
>That sneaky little minx.
>This was all a set-up from minute one.
>Well, joke's on her.
>Applejack is a fucking idiot at math.
>She'll be lucky to get even one answer correct.


--the alternative (true) ending--
>You want to clean her dick too, but she stops you.
>Wait, she has a dick?
>You take a closer look.
>Oh shit, it's not Rainbow Dash, it's Shrek.
>You just fingerbanged Shrek's butthole.
>How the hell did you make a mistake like that?
>He bends you over.
>Shrek shoves his massive, smelly ogre cock up your butthole.
>It's too big, it rips your ring.
>As you scream he cums.
>You're propelled through the door by gallons of high pressure ogre cum.
>Your head smashes into the lockers across the hall.
>A crowd gathers.
>That geek Fluttershy tries to tend to your injuries.
>But she's an idiot with no formal training so she fucks everything up.
>Now you ride the short bus to school.
>Instead of biology, literature and algebra, you do coloring.
>Because Shrek is love.
~~~
"G-good afternoon Mrs. D—"

>"Shut the fuck up you little cunt, Christ, I'm sleeping you shit get the fuck out!"

The hungover woman leaned over from the couch, towel tightly bound around her eyes to keep any motes of sunlight out. She blindly groped for an empty beer can, weakly flinging it across the trailer and into the wall nowhere near you. Embarrassed, Dash grabs your arm and pulls you down the narrow single-wide hallway, past her dad's room and the dog room. The scent of urine and feces is a brief miasma cloud you must pass through, the barking of the pit bull bitch and her puppies waking up Dash's mother for another shrieking fit.

Dash shoulder checks her door, the warped frame scraping it deep into the floor. She tugs you inside, slamming it shut and keeping it tightly closed with a shoe wedged against it to prevent it from sagging open the usual two inches.

>"I said don't talk to my mom, you idiot!"

The red flustered blush brought her cheeks to a purple hue, her voice obviously twice as embarrassed as angry. Still, heart pounding from coming into a girl's room for the first time had you off your alpha coolness, and you only stammered out that you hadn't expected her to be sleeping half-naked in the kitchen/living room. Dash's room is more of a tight closet, about ten feet at it's widest. Past the deep scratch in the floor from the door's path her room is carpeted with her laundry, her unsheeted bed the only piece of furniture apart from a night table with an alarm clock and a few stolen beer cans of her own. She catches you staring at her mess, which only upsets her further.

>"S-so come on, I didn't bring you here to just look at my shit."

You nod, dumbly. She walks across her clothes without any grace or prance, hitting her thin, creaking spring mattress and scooting away the nested balls of unmade sheets to the side. She pats the hard, age yellowed plastic cover, inviting you to sit next to her. You oblige, ignoring the suffocating musty scent. The small twin bed is barely big enough for both of your asses. It fosters intimacy, the alpha girl leading and tentatively kissing you before the whole situation degrades into fully making out. Her hands are in you lap, amateurishly exploring for your cock and rubbing your thighs and the folded fly of your jeans. Likewise your own hands run from her blushing cheeks to her 'breasts', squeezing her lightly padded training bra and rubbing at her minuscule bee stings. Further down they roam, with mustered courage you slip your hand up her skirt, blindly poking around for where you supposed a vagina should be, your initial guesses comically high.

Inside the hem of the skirt your hand feels as though it's trapped in a dank rain forest, the hot mugginess guiding your hand to its source, a wet spot hidden tightly between her hard, unyielding athletic thighs. She breaks the kiss, freezing you in your tracks for fear of having done something wrong. Rather than push you away and kick you out she leaps up to her feet, fumbling underneath her skirt herself. She bends over, presenting her tiny butt in your face, slowly peeling her slick shorts down her long legs. She balls them up and nervously tosses them beneath the table, turning to face you and making fists for a moment while thinking hard. Nodding to herself she attacks the bed again, stuffing the sheets against the wall as firmly as possible and sitting against them, her legs spread but the hem of her skirt tightly tucked between them.

>"Y-you wanna touch it?"

You do. Your hand gently shakes with anticipation as you enter her skirt once more, knowing there will be no tight spandex barrier between you and your prize. Focusing on not groping too high you instead shoot low, your finger sliding across her cheek and planting itself at her anus. She gasps and shudders, her knee knocking against the wall. You ask her, 'You liked that?', and flick your nail again, scratching her sore, itchy butthole. Her unwashed asscrack is slick with a sort of slime, its origin a mystery to you. A bizzare combination of ass sweat and anal mucus with a hint of the dripping nectar from an inch above, the fluid coating her tight ring lets you itch her rather vigorously without fear of scratching or hurting her. She idly starts bucking her hips in tune to your anal clawing, the puckering of her pucker slowly chewing away at your slickening fingertip. Soon your middle finger it inside her to the second knuckle, your index and ring fingernails scratching the endlessly itching hole while the middle digs in, applying pressure to the canal above it.

Dash's groaning moans are like an endlessly sputtering engine, the tapping on the wall from her vibrating knee a steady staccato. You try to ignore the little baby farts that eek out under the assault of your hand, this was the first time you'd ever been close to a girl and you weren't going to walk out for anything short of her father with a shotgun. She accidentally wrings her skirt so hard the cotton starts to tear, she drops it and instead claps her hands to her face, her ass raised high for you to keep finger fucking it.

The skirt is flipped up on her belly now, giving you a full show of the goods. She has huge floppy labia, a poor draw on the genetics. The pubes are untrimmed, a shimmering curly rainbow from the rabbit trail under tiny crease beneath her bellybutton to the fully forested bush and the running stragglers down to her thighs. Actually seeing your finger disappearing into her tight, red star unnerves you now, the bits of browning mucus accumulating in the webbing between fingers and on your palm only bothering you now that you could see it. The smell starts to hit you too, now that it's in your face and not neatly blanketed beneath her skirt.

You realize that maybe anal just isn't for you.
~~~
>you're not exactly a social butterfly
>you spend more time on your computer than you do hanging out with friends
>this has led you to be labelled as somewhat of a nerd
>you typically don't care though, it just serves to keep the 'normals' away and you have no desire to be around them anyway
>your final class of the day was just about to end and everyone couldn't wait to leave for the day
>the big school dance was coming up in a couple days and everyone wanted to make their last minute preparations
>even the teacher was practically lined up at the door
>you watch the clock count down
>almost there
>you're about to stand up in preparation when a tall, rather stylish boot fell on your foot
>hard
>you're about to smack the clumsy bitch that did that when you notice the boots owner
>Sunset Shimmer
>shit
>what does she want with you
>she had picked on you a bit back when she was setting up her utter domination of the school, but she'd been leaving you alone for years
>still, she had... an intimidating presence
>so you just sat there while she pinned you in place
>wondering what she could possibly be up to
>even when the bell rang and everyone left you just sat there while she stared at you
>then it was just the two of you in an empty classroom
>this would not end well
>finally she got off your foot and let you stand up
>you knew better than to try and leave though
>"Hey faggot, you're a nerd right? I need you to do something for me."
>great way to ask for a favor bitch
>"What?" you try to sound distant, like this scene doesn't phase you at all
>"You're going to use that Internet magic to get me some dirt on Twilight Sparkle."
>of course, the 'princess' of Canterlot High always defended her crown by any means necessary
>"And why would I do that? Twilight seems like a pretty cool girl, I was actually thinking of voting for her."
>wow, didn't know you had the balls to test her patience like that
>she just lets out a sarcastic laugh
>"You'll do it because I told you to, and you DON'T want to cross me."
>she's got you on that one
>"And what if there isn't any 'dirt' on her? I seriously doubt there is, actually."
>"Well then make some. That's what photoshop is for you dumbass."
>she accompanies her words with a slight flick on your forehead
>that just sets you off
>"Like hell if I'm going to make up lies about someone just to help someone I don't even like cheat. I've got better things to do with my time."
>you make a move to leave
>but she stands in front of you, blocking your exit and lets out another laugh
>"I seriously doubt that. But I'm nothing if not fair, I'll be sure to make it worth your while."
>with that she pulls up her skirt
>doesn't hesitate
>never takes her eyes of you
>but your eyes go off of her
>well, her face anyway
>she's not wearing panties
>doesn't even care
>"I think a couple fingers will be all it will take to convince you to help your princess."
>you nod meekly, still staring at her smooth, reddish pussy
>you don't care that she's a bitch right now, you just want to touch the beautiful treasure that lay before you
>you begin to reach your hands towards your prize
>but she's faster
>her arms go on the inside of yours and around your body, pushing your hands out and away from her
>"Sunse— What are you doing?! I thought you said..."
>her hands both go into your pants from behind, grasping your bottom
>"I said you could have a couple fingers, I didn't say whose."
>with that she slid a finger between your cheeks and began rubbing circles around your asshole
>you're stunned
>you can feel a small tingling sensation from where she's touching you
>and you don't like it
>you try to pull away, but she's stronger than she looks and manages to hold you in place with her other arm
>"I think it's time I gave you that finger I promised, fag."
>she sticks the tip of her finger against your virgin hole and presses just a little bit of it in
>why is she doing this to you?
>this is easily the worst possible thing she could do to torment you
>because it actually feels good
>fuck, the Internet was right. You really are a faggot.
>but you'll be damned if you let her know that
>you stare daggers at her and that smug grin she always wears
>"Get the fuck off me you bitch!"
>you know that won't work
>almost don't want it to
>but you had to do it anyway
>"Oh don't be like that little fag, I know you like this."
>she pulls one hand out of your pants and grasping the front of your pants with it
>specifically, your rapidly hardening cock
>"See, I knew you were a little faggot, your body can't lie."
>she presses her finger a little bit deeper and begins to swirl it around
>you use all of your willpower to not show her any signs of your pleasure
>"Aww, do you not want to be a fag, fag?"
>you just look at her, not knowing how anyone could derive such sadistic pleasure from this
>her grip on your crotch moved to painful levels
>"Answer me! Do you want to be a faggot?!"
>the pain from her iron grip was too much for you
>"No," you yelp, "I'm not a faggot you fucking insane cunt!"
>her eyes told you that you had given her exactly what she wanted
>she released her death grip on your cock
>"Well, I suppooooossse I could help you with that. Since you're being so helpful to me and all. But only if you ask nicely."
>you look at her incredulously
>she can't be serious
>she lifts up her skirt again, showing you that which you desire most again
>"Do you think this can help you be normal again?"
>her voice is lined with feigned innocence and she gives you surprisingly good puppy dog eyes
>*sigh*
>"Fine you bitch, I'll help you. Just let me fuck you okay?"
>she rams her finger deeper into your anus
>you let out a little cry of surprised pain
>"That wasn't a very nice way to ask for help. I'm a princess and that is not how you address royalty."
>god damn, she's taking this princess thing way too far
>but she's got you trapped and you both know it
>"Please, Princess Sunset, take away my faggotry. Show me how it feels to be with a woman."
>you try your best to sound genuine and she seems to be okay with your act
>"That's better. Now, I shall tend to my subject's needs like a good ruler should."
>she lets go of her skirt and grabs your left arm by the wrist
>she guides it to her leg, right below her skirt
>then she pulls it up
>you savor every inch of her silky smooth skin as her skirt is caught on your hand and once again raised up
>when you get above her waist and she is sufficiently exposed she stops moving your hand and lets go
>"Just leave that there, okay?"
>you nod your compliance, not trusting words when your hormones are wound up so much
>she grabs your other hand and moves it straight onto her pussy
>she has complete control of your hand and is stroking it up and down her snatch
>"This is what a woman feels like, anon. Do you like it?"
>it's so smooth, and with hints of moisture appearing as Sunset began to pleasure herself with your hand
>"Y-yes. Sunset, you- you feel incredible."
>her soft hand slides over your own and she curls down all but two of your fingers
>"I'm glad to hear it. Now we can go a step further with your rehabilitation."
>she slides your fingers into herself and you experience what heaven must feel like
>she's tight
>like, really tight
>and damp
>but experienced enough to have complete control of her muscles
>she rhythmically squeezes her walls around you, creating intense pressure before fading away
>it feels so good you forget that Sunset still has a finger up your ass
>until she reminds you by wiggling it about again
>"Now that you've had a taste of both. It's time to choose anon. Do you want to be a fag? Or do you want me?"
>the decision was much more difficult than it should have been
>your ass clenches up, not wanting to give up the source of its pleasure
>your mind is totally focused on the warm hole you are currently inside of
>it all comes down to what your dick wants
>and its decision is simple
>pussy
>"You! I want you Princess Sunset! I want it more than anything!"
>a victorious grin spreads across her face as she pulls her finger out of your asshole
>"Good, I now pronounce you cured of all faggotry. But I guess we should keep going just to make sure. Don't want to miss any. It's infectious after all."
>she begins to move your hand back and forth so that you are properly fingering her
>in and out they go, fully under her control
>she uses her now free hand to yank the front of your pants down, revealing a dick harder than Applejack's ass
>she wraps her surprisingly delicate fingers around your member and begins jerking you off in time with her thrust into herself
>"Put another finger in me anon."
>you're a little unsure about the stretch-ability of her cunt, given how tight she is
>"Are you sure you ca-"
>"DO AS YOUR PRINCESS COMMANDS!"
>you do as your princess commands
>by this point she's wet enough that your worries were completely unfounded
>the third finger slides in with ease and Sunset speeds up her thrusting, both of your hand and hers
>after all the new feelings you've felt today her little hand is all it's taking to push you to the edge
>you can't hold in your feelings anymore
>you start to moan out her name
>"Oh, Sunset! Please keep going. Don't stop!"
>your pleas seemed to be having a positive effect on her because with everyone her pussy clenched a little harder around your fingers
>"I need you! Please make me cum!"
>she sped up her hands even more
>"I'll do anything for you, Princess!"
>a gush of fluid shot out onto your hand
>"Your word is my command."
>her muscles started spasming uncontrollably
>she has clearly had an orgasm, but you wouldn't be able to tell from her face
>it hasn't changed a bit
>she's still wearing that cocky grin
>looking at you with those condescending eyes
>likes she's better than you and she knows it
>god that's hot
>you cry out her name as you cum for her
>"PRINCESS SUNSET!"
>she sidesteps your jizz, letting it all land on the floor
>without missing a beat, she drops her skirt and begins to walk towards the door
>she turns around right as she's about to leave
>"So, can I count on you to be a loyal subject and help your princess win the crown?"
>still shaking from your orgasm you drop to your knees
>"Yes, your majesty. Anything you ask."
>she smiles and walks away
>only then do you realize what she is to you
>how could have taken you so long to see it
>she is perfection
~~~
"O-oh god Anon, yes..."
>You are Anon.
>And you're currently several fingers into one of your high school classmates.
>You've admired her for quite some time, and you'd never have believed that she would be into you too.
>But you had gathered all of your courage, and asked her out
>She'd agreed rather quickly, and you two have been dating for a couple of weeks.
>And now here you are, fingerbanging the girl of your dreams in the middle of your empty science classroom.
>But that room wouldn't be empty for long.
>You're unable to hear her approaching, but Principal Celestia is walking towards the class' door, looking for your science teacher.
>The door swings open.
>"Is anyone in he—ANON! And— R-Rarity! What on Earth are you two doing in here?!"
>You stammer, trying to think of some kind of excuse.
"U-um... it isn't what it looks like?"
>Nice going, genius.
>"I-I can explain, madam. Darling, if you could just..."
>You look down, and see that your hand is still lodged inside her.
"Oh, sorry..."
>You quickly withdraw your fingers from her snatch.
>But this was just enough to push her over the edge.
"Wait Ano— ahh!"
>She orgasms, releasing her fluids all over your hand and the desk she was sitting on.
>This isn't making the situation any better.
>But you gotta admit.
>It was pretty hot.
>"This is unacceptable. You two need to clean yourselves up and see me in my office immediately."
>Principal Celestia turns around to close the door, but not before looking back at you once more.
>You don't notice this and help to wipe Rarity up.
>"Dear, maybe this wasn't a good idea."
"You weren't complaining 10 seconds ago."
>She gives you a shove as she hops off the desk and smooths her skirt out
~~~
>You go to Canterlot High.
>After school you work at a gas station.
>It's good work for a high schooler.
>Better than minimum wage... plus tips.
>The owner is cool.
>Middle-aged guy, used to play pro football.
>He was never a superstar.
>But he made enough to buy his station.
>There's always a few old timers hanging out at the station.
>They talk, argue and sip whiskey all day long until closing time.
>When the owner is not busy, he sits with them too.
>Today they're arguing about history. You keep washing the store windows.
>The boss calls you over.
>"Hey, kid! Come on over here a second!"
>You put down your squeegee and walk over.
>"You got one of those fancy internet phones? Settle a bet for us."
>You raise your eyebrows.
"We're not supposed to use our phones near the pumps, boss."
>He waves off your concerns.
>"That's a bunch of nonsense. Don't you watch Mythbusters? We only keep those signs up so customers don't overflow their tanks while they talk on the phone."
>Okay.
>"Listen, kid, we're talking about Vietnam, there was a war there before you were born."
>No shit, Sherlock. He doesn't know what a history buff you are.
>"The French were there before us Americans. We can't agree on when they left."
>You laugh.
"I don't need to look that up, boss. 1954, after the Battle at Dien Bien Phu."
>The old timers look amazed.
>A kid who actually knows history?
>"You sure?"
>You nod.
"Of course. I can look it up if you don't believe me."
>The old timers are impressed.
>Later on the boss approaches you.
>"Eh, you're pretty good at history, aren't you?"
>You shrug your shoulders.
"Yeah, I'm kind of a history buff."
>He scratches his chin.
>"Listen, I have an idea. I've got a daughter about your age. Only concerned with fashion and clothes. She's failing History class. If you could tutor her I'd pay you your full gas station wage. Plus overtime if it puts you over 40 hours a week."
>That's a good deal. You agree.
"Great. You can come tomorrow and start tutoring Rarity."
>You show up at your bosses house the next day.
>Nice place. Gas station must be doing well.
>Greeted at the door by his wife.
>Women with big, fat asses should not wear white pants.
>They have a younger daughter too.
>She's playing video games in the living room with her two friends.
>The boss comes in from the backyard, where he was mowing his lawn.
>"Good to see you, kid. RARITY! The history tutor is here!"
>The purple-haired teenager stomps to the top of the stairs.
>"Father! I told you I DON'T need a tutor!"
>He exchanges an annoyed glance with his wife.
>She goes up the stairs.
>Mother and daughter retreat to her bedroom with the door closed.
>You hear muffled yelling.
>Can't quite make out what they're saying.
>But it sounds like mom won the argument.
>She comes downstairs smiling like nothing happened.
>"She's waiting for you upstairs. Second door on the left."
>Her father adds, "If she gives you any lip just come down here and have a glass of lemonade. We'll straighten her out."
>It's easy to tell which door is Rarity's and which is her younger sister's room.
>One door is covered in stickers and photos of her friends.
>One just has a tasteful wreath of wildflowers hanging from it.
>You knock on that one.
>"Ugh... come in, if you must!"
>Rarity's room is in perfect order, not a thing out of place.
>Except for one corner.
>There's a sewing machine and a chaotic mess of cloth and loose ribbon.
>She's sitting on her bed, looking annoyed.
>She's wearing a tight cashmere top and purple miniskirt.
>You can almost see her panties, but she crosses her legs.
>Zero fucks are given. That's not what you're getting paid for.
>"So you're the tutor. Figures that Father would choose the pump jockey from his own gas station."
>Stay calm. She's just trying to annoy to to gain the upper hand.
>"So how much is he paying you?"
>You shake your head.
"That's my business. Do you have your History textbook?"
>She points at her armoire.
>"Well, get it. We're wasting time."
>A hour passes.
>This is much harder than pumping gas.
>Rarity whines and complains and does anything to avoid studying.
>You are getting annoyed.
>Close to going downstairs & sending her parents up to "straighten her out".
>But you keep trying.
"Rarity, will you quit being such a pain in the ass? If you'd concentrate half as hard on History as you are on whining, we'd be done with this chapter already!"
>She tosses herself back on the bed.
>"Oh, but it's sooooooo booooorrring!"
>She scoffs.
>"Why should I even care about History if I'm going to become a fashion designer?"
>That pisses you off a little.
>Everyone should care about history.
>But you give the simple answer.
"Because it's on the test and if you fail you're going to summer school."
>She groans.
>"Anon, maybe we're going about this the wrong way," she says. "Perhaps we could find a way for you to give me the answers during the exam?"
>Now she wants you to help her cheat?
>That's the last straw.
"Alright, you're not gonna take this seriously. I'm getting your Dad."
>You get up to leave.
>She jumps up from her bed. You catch your first glimpse of lavender panties.
>Rarity rushes to the door and blocks it.
>"N-no... Anon... I was only kidding. Please don't tell Father what I said!"
>You scowl.
"Are you gonna take this seriously?"
>She nods and gives a big fake smile.
>You are not convinced.
>Maybe it is time for that lemonade.
>"But Anon... I'm just so bored with this. Maybe if you gave me a reward?"
>Jeez, what is she, 6 years old?
"What do you want, a cookie?"
>Rarity shakes her head.
>"Ugh, too fattening. But maybe you'd like to taste my cookie?"
>Shit just got real.
>She locks the bedroom door and runs her finger down her chest.
>Past her waist to her crotch.
>"If I get an answer right you do something to make me feel good."
>Awwwww, shiiiit. Nice.
>Gotta play it cool though.
"I don't know. You'll have to be punished for giving a wrong answer though."
>She smiles.
>"That's only fair, Anon."
>Rarity bends over her bed with her cute ass facing you.
>Her history textbook in front of her.
"Alright, 20th Century History. Are you ready?"
>She looks back and smiles.
>You start off with an easy one.
"In what year was the stock market crash that triggered the Great Depression?"
>Rarity quickly rifles through the pages of her textbook.
>"1929, Anon!"
>Correct. You reward her by lifting up her skirt and kneading her ass cheeks through her lavender panties.
>She whimpers with delight.
"Next, who was President during the Cuban Missile Crisis?"
>Rarity finds the answer quickly.
>"John F. Kennedy."
>Good girl. You slip your fingers into her waist band and lower her panties.
>You take a pump of her expensive scented hand crème, using it as lube to massage the rim of her butthole.
"And who was the Soviet Primer at that same time?"
>She's so focused on her own pleasure that she guesses.
>"Ummm, Stalin?"
>You take the pleasuring finger away from her anus.
"No, that's wrong, you'll have to be punished."
>On her dresser is a big wooden hairbrush.
>You pick it up and give her a sharp spank across both buttcheeks.
>"Oww! Oh, no... Anon, please don't use that! It's what Mother really uses to punish me when I've done something bad!"
>Request denied.
"No, I kinda like this, Rarity. If you don't want to feel it on your butt you need to get the answers right. No more guessing, look them up. Besides, if you fail your History exam, I guarantee your Mother is going to be using this hairbrush on you... so it's a good reminder of that."
>She gives a pathetic whine but accepts your lawful authority.
"Good. Now who was the Soviet Primer during the Cuban Missile Crisis?"
>This time she actually looks it up.
>Taking her time to get it right.
>"Nikita Khrushchev."
>She got it right, so she is rewarded with the return of your finger on her asshole.
>Rarity groans with delight as you circle her puckered little ring.
>The study session goes on.
>For each right answer you reward her with a new level of delight.
>Soon you're knuckle deep in her anus and stroking her soft slit.
>For each wrong answer she gets a spank with the hairbrush.
>Not a little love-tap either... you leave a bright pink mark every time.
>Soon Rarity is getting more right answers than wrong ones.
>She wants to please her tutor.
"Who was the only US President to serve 4 terms?"
>You apply a little more pressure to her little bikini-waxed pussy so she knows what the reward for success will be."
>"Oooohhh...Roosevelt."
>You decide to tease her a bit.
>You gently press the painful hairbrush paddle against her fanny.
"Which Roosevelt?"
>You feel wicked for denying her the pleasure she expected for a correct answer.
>But you're here to study.
>"Franklin Roosevelt!"
>You put down the hairbrush. Your fingers slide into her pussy and stroke the warm inner lips.
>She's so wet they slide back and forth with almost no resistance.
"Okay, what was the rural French Resistance fighters called in World War II?"
>You get the impression Rarity is really learning.
>"The Maquis? Is that right?"
>You answer her by reaching forward and gently flicking her clitoris.
>Oh, wow... that pushed her buttons.
>She's shaking all over, panting & twitching at your every touch.
>Vaginal juices flow freely, running down your wrist and onto the bed-spread.
>"Ask me more, Anon! Ask me more!"
>Okay. It's hard to concentrate with her warm, smooth thighs crushing your hand.
>Her tight anus pulses against your other finger.
"Which did the Japanese forces attack first? Pearl Harbor or Singapore?"
>Rarity wants nothing more than to just moan in pleasure and enjoy your intense finger-banging, but if she wants more you make her earn it.
>She searches through the book feverishly but chances a guess.
>"Singapore?"
>Nope, sorry.
>You pull your hand from her pussy and give her rump a hard smack with the brush.
>"Oww!"
>She protests the answer.
>"How do you know? You're not even looking at the book!"
>Hmm, challenging her tutor, that calls for extra punishment.
"Because I know History. Now look it up. If I'm wrong, you can punish me."
>Determined to prove you wrong, Rarity searches her textbook for the answer.
>But you're right.
>"I'm sorry Anon... Pearl Harbor, December 1941... Singapore, February 1942."
>She cringes. You give her three painful spanks for her insolence.
>She buries her face in a pillow and cries as you administer her well-deserved punishment.
"Alright, let's get back on track. What were the Nazi defenses against an Allied sea invasion called?"
>This time Rarity patiently looks up the answer.
>She doesn't want to risk any more smacks.
>You hope she gets it right too.
>You've taken your left index finger out of her butthole.
>After collecting some of her juice for lube you are whacking off furiously.
>"It was called The Atlantic Wall."
>But she does not earn your fingers back in her pussy.
>This time she gets a special reward.
>You bring your face down between her thighs.
>Your warm, slick tongue probes her little candy vag.
>Rarity is in ecstasy... she moans into her pillow.
>You surface long enough to ask one final question.
"Who was the Supreme Commander of Nazi forces in Western Europe during the Allied invasion?"
>Rarity is desperate for you to finish her.
>But you are a strict tutor.
>She must find the answer.
>At least she shouts it out.
>"Gerd von Rundstedt! GERD von RUNDSTEDT! GERD VON RUNDSTEDT!!!"
>You slay her vagina with your tongue, bringing the teenager to an epic climax.
>She washes your face in her warm, slick juices.
>That's all it takes for you.
>You blow your load, spitting your Anon juice all over her bed ruffle and a porcelain doll that's probably very precious to her.
>Both of you collapse in exhaustion, panting in delight.
>You climb up on her bed.
>She kisses your cheek and holds your hand.
>"That was the best study session ever."
>Only then do you notice footsteps on the stairs.
>"Oh shit, Mom!"
>Luckily neither of you are very undressed.
>You push your cock back into your pants and zip your fly.
>Rarity flips over, sits on her bed and straightens her skirt.
>You return to your chair just in time.
>"Rarity, honey, why is this door locked?"
>Blushing, she rushes over and unlocks her bedroom door.
>"Sorry Mother, I just didn't want Sweetie Belle & her friends coming in and bothering us while we...studied."
>Luckily, Rarity's mother remains clueless.
>"Well it sounds like you two were getting some serious studying done! Anon, would you like to stay for dinner?"
>She still hasn't noticed both of your flushed faces,
>the huge wet spot on her daughter's bedspread,
>the semen covered doll on the floor,
>or Rarity's panties hanging from the back of your chair.
"Oh... um... yes ma'am that sounds nice. Thank you."
>She nods happily.
>"Okay you kids. Dinner will be on the table in 10 minutes, better wrap up what you're doing."
>She leaves.
>You and Rarity can't stop giggling for a solid 5 minutes.
>You sit down to a classy dinner in the elegant dining room.
>Sweetie Belle's friends have stayed for dinner too.
>They snicker and whisper to each other.
>You fear they may have heard something.
>You hear the orange one giggle "Gerd von Rundstedt" under her breath.
>But Rarity silences them with a kick under the table.
>She gives them the icy look of death.
>That "open your mouth and I will destroy you" look only a big sister can give.
>They behave themselves for the rest of the meal.
>"So how did the studying go?"
>Rarity answers.
>"Oh very well, Father, Anon is a wonderful tutor. I'm afraid he's demonstrated to me how far behind I really am. We'll have to put in a lot more study sessions if I'm to turn my grade around... perhaps even a few sessions over the summer so I don't forget what I've learned before next school year."
>He seems pleased, but thankfully oblivious.
>"Well, I knew I was making a good bet with you, kid. You spend as much time whipping our little girl into shape... just put down the hours you spend on your time card for the gas station."
>Oh yeah, you almost forgot.
>You're getting PAID FOR THIS.
>You fucking love History.