Fingerbang! - Rising Temperature (Rarity)

>Be Anon

>It's tough desperately dragging yourself through this math test; good thing the scenery in class is up to scratch.3

>You're sitting right across from Rarity. She's so focused on her test she hasn't noticed you glancing up her skirt the entire time.

>Sup, Anon.

>Hey, Boner.

>Looking up at the clock for a moment, you see that the bell is just about to ring and you're only halfway through the test.

>Two problems to solve then; you're about to fail, hard, and you're about to try and walk out of the room with a worrying protusion in plain sight.

>You should probably focus on your math test and get that fucker done. But it's difficult and Rarity's panties are RIGHT THERE

>It's tough desperately dragging yourself through this math test; good thing the scenery in class is up to scratch.

>Looking up at the clock for a moment, you see that the bell is just about to ring and you're only halfway through the test.

>Two problems to solve then; you're about to fail, hard, and you're about to try and walk out of the room with a worrying protusion in plain sight.

>You should probably focus on your math test and get that fucker done. But it's difficult and Rarity's panties are RIGHT THERE.

>You take one last long glance at the lacy black panties across from you before turning your attention back to the test.

>You then look over at Twilight, she has her sights well on her test. You lean over to look hopfully without being spotted.

>Behind you, Sunset Shimmer notices your attempt at cheating and begins to raise her hand to get Mr. Discord's attention.

>That fucking cunt jesus christ you want to kill her. Every day with this shit, god damn. You return to your test and make peace with your failing grade.

>That sinking feeling in your chest arises. "You fucked up", it tells you.

>Unfortunately, in spite of your reluctant attempt at redemption, that red-haired bitch does not lower her arm.

>Mr. Discord calmly walks over to Sunset and they talk quietly for a brief moment before he returns to his desk. You look up to find him staring right at you.

>Shhhhhit.

>"Anon. I'm going to have to see your test."

>Right now?

>Like, right now!?

>Hey, Anon, I'm still hanging around y'know.

>I get it, boner.

>Die, boner, die. Go back whence ye came.

>Your boner is a fierce warrior and persists despite your best efforts.

>Understanding flashes across his eyes.

>Oh thank god.

"Come to my desk this instant, anon."

>Oh you fucker.

>In your last seconds of dignity, you stare at Chad, the ugly, pimply fucker, in attempt to kill your boner.

>It's ineffective, Rarity's panties were too strong.

>You slowly rise from your desk.

>You can feel the pressure of your erection smashing itself against the front of your pants.

>You hand in the test, and recieve an F for cheating.

>Annoyed that Discord would slam the stamp on your paper there and then, in front of everyone present, you shuffle back to your desk, surrounded by snickers from your classmates.

>You pray that most are at the embarrassing failure just handed to you, as opposed to the barely concealed weapon in your pants.

>Your eyes glance up again to Rarity. She's staring at you with a smirk on her face.

>Looking back over at Twilight, she is shaking her head in disapproval.

>You start sweating profusely, unsure how to handle Rarity's advances.

>The bell rings, and everyone hands in their tests while you sit awkwardly at your desk.

>Sunset brushes past you, deliberately knocking your shoulder just to rile you.

>Feeling ashamed, you stare at the desk, only looking up breifly towards to door where you find Rarity looking back towards you briefly before setting off to her next class.

>You wait a few more minutes, allowing your boner to subside.

>You walk out of the classroom slowly your head held low in shame. You walk out the door.

>As you walk out of the door a hand touches against your shoulder.

>"Anon! Can you stay and chat for a minute?"

>Turning around to see who it is, you find Discord towering over you, smile on his face.

>He's holding a small pink sheet of paper.

>"I caught this note about to be passed to you... It might have something to do with your... 'predicament.'"

>It appears to have distinctly female writing upon it.

"By the way, anon, come in tomorrow after school for your make-up test."

>Maybe Discord isn't such a dick after all. You walk out of the classroom with a smile on your face.

>It reads: Under the bleachers, afterschool, 3:00.

>You acknowledge the note and carry on with the rest of your day.

>As the rest of your classes go on, all without Rarity in them. You wonder what could be the meaning for your appearence under the bleachers.

>Reaching your final class of the day, English, you sit down, seeing Rarity enter the classroom with a grin on her face.

>You wander over to Rarity and you grab a seat.

>"Oh hey Rarity"

>Before responding to your greeting, she reaches into her backpack, pulling out an enormous sandwich in a plastic bag.

>"Helloooo, Anon."

>Her eyes are...what is that? Half-lidded?

>She examines your face for a moment before turning back to the sandwhich.

>She takes the sandwhich out of the plastic bag.

>She lifts it up to her mouth and starts to tease it around her lip.

>Her tongue you can clearly see is licking the ketchup hanging off the side.

>She's blowing a sandwhich.

>Things are getting strange, even by your standards.

>Your boner, however, lacks these standards.

>Rarity plucks the toothpick out her sandwich, holding it up to her mouth and wrapping her tongue around the olive impaled on it slowly.

>She's fucking a sandwich with her mouth and you're getting off to it.

>This is going to be an interesting day.

>You glance at the clock.

>2:03

>It's going to be a long day, too.

>With Rarity fucking a sandwich with her mouth, you hadn't noticed the bell had rung and Mrs. Cadence was beginning to teach.

>Thankfully, she doesn't seem to notice you zoning out the way you are; your body seems to want to focus on Rarity and her sandwich more than a lesson in grammar.

>It's pretty good that you're sat at the back of the class, you assume; no one looks back here.

>You decide to test the waters a bit. Tentatively, your hand makes its way to Rarity's thigh.

>God you hope "behind the bleachers at 3" means what you hope it means.

>Her leg does tense a bit from the cold of your hand, but it relaxes under your touch, and you begin rubbing her thigh slowly.

>Her smile grows and she winks at you.

>You can hear her sigh just the slightest bit through the sandwich.

>After she finishes her bite she takes the sandwhich down to your eye level.

>She offers you a bite.

>Um.

>Sure?

>You move to take a bite and she quickly pulls it away laughing.

>Looking around, you see that nobody noticed, except for Chad, who seems to be trying to get off in class.

>What a sad little specimen that cretin is.

>A slight wave of superiority washes over you and you give that white thigh a triumphant squeeze, eliciting a small gasp from the girl beside you.

>You take that as a confirmation and let your hand wander farther up her leg.

>She smiles seductively and goes back to fondling the sandwich in her mouth.

>She takes another bite, and chews slowly - savoring the intense flavours of her sandwich.

>She lets out a soft moan.

>You begin to feel some cloth as move up her thighs, and it is tainted with heavy fluids.

>She grabs your hand forcefully.

"Not yet."

>Hello, anon.

>Hi again, boner.

>Soon.

>Your replace your hand on her lower thigh and go back to gently stroking it.

>You glance at the clock again.

>Christ, only 5 minutes have passed.

>Rarity suddenly removes your hands off her body.

>"Not right now, Anon. You'll have to wait at the bleachers. However you can have this."

>She gives you the rest of the sandwhich which you eat in peace. Waiting for the bell to ring.

>Well, it's a damn good looking sandwich; might as well tuck in.

>You chew on your food, lazily watching the teacher teach.

>Rarity leans over to you during this, a wry smile giving away evil intent.

"I wonder... If you can get hard over math, can you get hard over English?"

"I-I thought you said "not yet."

>She scoffs and looks a little offended.

"/I/ have to be earned, Anon. Besides, do you really think I'm going to /give/ you anything right now?"

>Her soft hand finds its home on your thigh.

>Hopefully she won't notice that you're already hard as nails.

>Her hand travels up the length of your thigh and finds itself at crotch level.

>You're so fucked.

>She drums her hand right beside your dick.

>She's playing with you, and you know it.

>You feel her petite, warm hand slide across your zipper, sending a tingle through your spine.

>Well boys, I reckon this is it.

>Her hand drags itself to the top of your jeans and deftly undoes the button, where it slides itself down, taking the zipper with it.

>Your vision goes black for a good few seconds, and the only thing you can feel is her hand on your dick.

>She refrains from moving for the briefest of moments, instead creating a big show of suddenly being incredibly interested in the English class that you'd so readily forgotten about.

"So, Anon, daaarling; what word type do we need to make a phrase into a clause... hmmmm?"

"W... words, vowel, noun, uhh"

"Tsk tsk, I'm afraid that's wrong, darling."

>Her hand moves away from your manhood ever so slightly.

>A bead of sweat rolls down your forehead.

>Shit, Anon. Think. Think!

>You can almost imagine little replicas of yourself running around inside your head, throwing files around in panic trying to find that misplaced piece of information.

>There's a slight incline that it begins with a 'v'.

"Uhhh... V-v... Vacancy... Vestibule... Voracious... Ach."

>Examining the board for any clues, you see the answer written in plain sight.

"I-is it verb?"

>"Why yes it is, Anon."

>You are pleased that you had the ocrrect answer.

>"As a result of your triumph I shall give you this special reward."

>She sneaks her hand back into your pants and tugs on your member.

>As a result you feel a slight wave of pleasure crawl around your body.

>At this point, you don't care who is watching, so long as Chad isn't fucking jerking off to it.

>Next thing you know half the class is staring at you, even the teacher. They notice your expression not your situation with rarity.

>"Anon, are you alright?"

>Rarity tell you what you need to know.

>"Go on, answer her, Anon!"

"V-verbs?"

>Oh god you're so fucked.

>The class is silent.

>A single cough rings out.

>She whispers and grabs your dick. Hard.

>Looking around, you sigh in relief that Sunset Shimmer didn't show up to class.

>You try to hold a normal facial expression, which is difficult considering the shock waves of pleasure coursing through your member.

>Focus anon, focus!

>Mouth to brain! Line?

>I'm fine, thanks!

"I'm fine, thank you Miss Cherilee!"

"Um, I'm Mrs. Cadance, Anonymous. Not Cheerilee."

>FUCK

>The girl beside you whispers under her breath.

"I was never really very patient."

>She raises her hand quickly, removing it from your pants and making you cry a little inside.

"Anon's been most unwell all day, Mrs. Cadance. I think he might need to go to the sick bay..."

>You begin to cough loudly, not even faking it.

>Rarity must be a fucking witch.

"Well then, if you could escort him to the sick bay, Rarity, that would be perfect."

>Yesssssss

>Cadence winks at you on your way out.

>Witches, all around you.

>Rarity grabs your hand and escorts you out of the class room.

>She drags you across the halls to what she thinks is the nurses office.

>However she's heading the wrong way.

"Where are we going, Rarity?"

>She doesn't answer.

>She just keepswalking away from the nurse's office.

>Eventually she leads you to the outside of the gym.

>She burst through the doors and throws you against the staked bleachers.

"Rarity. What are you doing?"

>"Only taking what I see as mine, darling."

>You should object to being referred to as an object but right now all you want to do is fuck Rarity.

>Brain? This is penis. Assuming direct control.

>Rarity does a cute little dance over to you, pulling another plastic bag out of her back pocket.

>You expected her to take out another sandwich, but it's not...

>Staring at the thermometer in her hands, you realize that it isn't the kind that goes into your mouth.

"You may be sick, Anon, but I think I need to have my temperature taken."

>Hang on a minute.

>A second ago it was 3:00pm under the bleachers.

>This whole thing seems impromptu so how would she have something like a thermometer on her person.

>Something that fits the theme of your little escapade.

>How could she...

>She could plan this.

>She did plan this.

>The teasing in the class was purely to get you out here.

>You'd even hazard a guess that she held her legs slightly too wide just to show off her delicate undercarriage.

>Now you see why she's spoiled.

>She's so damn good at getting everything she wants, exactly how she wants it.

>Rarity kneels to the ground, putting the rectal thermometer in your hands.

>She walks over to one of the horizontal bars and leans over it, preparing for the object that was going to enter.

>You stand back up, your back a tad sizzled from the hot metal you were thrown against.

>You get on one knee behind her, placing the thermometer on the ground for a moment.

>With a perfect view of her ass, you find it nearly impossible to take your eyes off of.

>You give Rarity a nice pat on the back, before reaching your hands down to her ass.

>You get you your knees over her ass.

>You lift up her skirt to view the full slik panties she has on.

>Without further adu you start the show.

>You run the termonetor vertically up Rarity's panties.

>The small red meter starts to go up slowly.

>Looks like Rarity's warming up already.

You use the thermometer to probe her folds.

>You know you've hit the sweet spot when she moans slightly.

>Smirking, you withdraw the thermometer.

>It's absolutely dripping with her nectar.

>You raise it to your mouth and lick some of the excess liquid away.

>Her fluids are sweet, reminding you of the taste of marshmallows.

>Going with the flow, you take the thermometer and present it to her for a taste.

>She laps up the few drops of her juices, letting her tongue venture over the glass instrument seductively as she does so.

"You /do/ have a fever, Rarity."

"Then I suppose it's up to you to nurse me to health, Anon."

>You thought she liked to be in control, but it's not like you have any complaints.

>Then again, she could be in control.

>After all, this is /her/ fantasy that she's pulling out of you.

>Needless to say, you're not going to keep her waiting.

>Uncertain of how to follow her role-play, you give it your best shot.

>You place the thermometer on the edge of her womanhood and push it in smoothly with one finger.

"I'm going to need to keep this here to monitor if your temperature rises at any point. Meanwhile, I'm going to try a few things to regulate you, Miss Rarity."

"Y-yes, Doctor."

>Being accused of having a doctrate never turned you on before, but there is a first time for everything.

>Tentatively, you press your body against the back of hers and slide your hands around to the front of her torso, ready to "try a few things."

>You lean over her back, being sure to not shove the thermometer any deeper just yet.

>Slowly reaching down to her upper chest area, you can feel her rising body temperature from a few centimeters away.

>Taking hold of Rarity's breasts through her shirt, you feel as if you are holding soft, squishy fire.

>Her tits are quite possibly on fire.

"Miss Rarity, there seems to be an unnatural distribution of heat in your body. I'm going to need to examine this further."

"Y-yes, Doctor."

>You grab her and turn her around, and slowly unbutton her shirt.

>She's breathing heavily, her tits rising up and down every other second.

>She's wearing a cute silk bra, which quickly comes off.

>Time to work on your "patient"

>You lick your thumb and index finger an pinch her nipple lightly.

>This elicits a moan from her.

>"Anon, darling, I do believe that I have something in my bag that will help with that."

"Hmm?"

>You reach back into the bag from which you previously pulled the thermometer.

>Your fingers fumble across a small triangular shaped device.

>A clip.

"A clip?"

>"Yes, darling, I believe you'll be able to get a better, uh, understand of my condition if both of those clips were attached to my, well what your hand was previously upon."

>Nipple clips!

>Kinky.

>You move the first clip up Rarity's chest.

>She lays her back flat on the hard gym floor.

>The clip is right over her left side.

 

>"Just be careful, Doctor Anon. Those hurt a bit."

"Alright, Rarity."

>Instead you ignore her warning.

>You open up the clips ends extending the holders.

>You let it loose pretty hard.

>It quickly snaps onto Rarity and pretty painfully to.

>She attempts to scream but you cover her mouth up with your hand.

>"Oh, Anon. You play by your own rules don't you?"

>You smirk at Rarity, thinking you can maybe take over this.

>It's unlikely that you will, but it's worth a try, if only for fun.

>You decide to tease her a little.

"I need you to keep quiet and hold still for your examination, Rarity."

>She quiets down, nodding slightly, and lets you continue.

>You begin to caress her firm breasts, circling around the clips, causing her to moan softly.

>You reach back down towards her womanhood, quickly yanking out the thermometer.

>She moans briefly, letting out a few short cries.

>Looking at the thermometer, you see her temperature is way too over the top.

>And not to mention completely covered in her fluids.

>You hold the thermometer up to Rarity's mouth, gliding it across her lips.

>She sticks out her tongue to come into contact with it, and I comply by allowing her to sap up her own nectar.

"Don't worry, Miss Rarity. It seems I have the perfect medicine for your temperature."

>You slide your hand down Rarity's stomach, and under her panties.

>It's hot and wet down there.

>You start by grazing your middle finger along her vaginal wall.

>She lets out a moan.

"Now, Miss Rarity, what did I tell you about keeping quiet?"

>You decide to indulge her.

>Your hand dives back down, your fingers graze across her folds.

>Gently moving your finger back and forth along her slit, you push the tip of one of your fingers inside her.

>She moans and tries to push her hips back against your finger.

>You pull your hand back and wrap your other arm around her.

"Ah, ah, ah. Not unless I say you can. We don't want the patient to hurt herself, now do we?"

"Anon, I need you to fuck me."

>With this simple sentance all pretences are removed. You're not a patient and doctor, anymore, you're two fucking horny high school students underneath the bleachers.

>You grab her by her hips and push her back against the wall, none too gently.

>Your dick finds her pussy entrance, and you thrust, hard.

>She's tight, hot and wet. You feel her hands grab the back of your neck.

>You start fucking her. Hard.

>You thrust yourself into Rarity's horney innerards.

>Her moans start to come out a little more free now.

>Not to mention louder.

>You don't care eitherway.

>The sound of her hips hitting against your thighs is enought to please you.

>"Please, Anon. I want more!"

>You respond to this by exiting out of Rarity's pussy.

>You grab her whole body and push it against one of the many metal poles supporting the bleachers.

>Rarity is now on her knees, her ass right against your abdomen.

>Rarity grabs onto the metal pole in front of her.

>As you re insert yourself into her, Rarity can't help but squeal.

>You slap her ass for a brief pleasure.

>Rarity takes notice.

>"Oh, Anon, you dirty boy! Do it again!"

>Never one to disappoint, you bring your palm down across that firm, white ass with considerable force.

>The constant slaps of your hips impacting her behind are drowned out by the louder whipping sound brought about by her request.

>She lets out a brash, gutteral "uh" in response, half in pain and half in pleasure.

>Riding her like a pony is one thing, but you want more.

>You slide your arms around her torso and stand her straight, pushing your generous length in as far as it will go in the process.

"Ah... God... D-darling, w-what are you doing?"

>Wordlessly, you lift her leg onto a nearby step, allowing you easy access to her now upright position.

>Your cock now slick, the motions are smooth sailing and the girl is loving it.

>You spare no strength and dig your fingers in, hard as you piston away at her from behind.

"Aaauhh~"

>Her head lolls back onto your shoulder, giving you a good view of her agape mouth as she loses any essence of refinement that she held previously.

>You feel yourself getting close. Time to finish her off.

>You reach around her and unclasp the nipple clamps, letting the blood painfully rush back to her nipples.

"Oh, shit, Anon, oh my god, fuck!"

>You continue fucking her, moving one hand to play with her tit, the other rubbing her clit.

>What started out as moans have evolved into screams of pleasure.

>Each thrust evokes a new carnal roar out of the woman beneath you.

>You push faster and faster with each thrust, converting her screams into short bursts of incomprehensible noise.

>If someone walks by they will undoubtedly hear you, but you no longer care.

>This feels far too good.

>You're getting close though and by the sound of it, so is she.

>With every inch of your existence covered in nothing but pleasure, you continue to ram Rarity, trying to finish her off before you.

>Unsure of your balance, you reach both hands out and start kneading her tits like dough.

>At any given moment, you two could fall over into a mess of heat and fluids but it doesn't matter at this point.

>Rarity could longer make coherent sounds, even if she tried.

>The flaming woman on his lap let out a bellowing cry, which could likely be heard all the way across town.

>All muscles in her body tensed up as she collapsed to the ground, bringing you with her.

>Her screams of pleasure have been replaced with panting and sizzling against the ground.

>Your manhood is enveloped in her molten liquids, setting you off for your grand finale.

>You empty out your load into her, as if Mount Vesuvius were pouring out into Pompeii.

>At this point, all of this stuff is going to evaporate quickly.

>Finishing off an orgasm that lasts a good 30 or so seconds, you release your tensed muscles and remove your dick.

"Do we n-need to schedule a follow-up appointment?"

>Smirking, you remove yourself from her and replace your member with the thermometer.

>After a couple of seconds, you tut worriedly.

"I'm afraid so, Miss Rarity. You have a rising temperature even after your treatment."

"Very well. Where shall we next meet?"

"How about I write you up a treatment plan? Here, everyday, for the next few weeks. We'll see how you are after that."

"Excellent, I shall clear my schedule."