MonCapitan - Sunset Shimmer's Irrelevant Title

>You are Anon.

>Currently, you find yourself day dreaming about being stuck in a land of colorful talking equines.

>You are about to get to the part where the yellow one tries to rape you, but a light tap on your right shoulder rouses you.

>Broken from your fantasy you turn to see your friend Time Turner.

 

>“Hey. You’re doing it again.”

 

>Doing wha- oh.

>Your eyes focus on where you were absent-mindedly staring during your day dream.

>Sunset Shimmer.

>Or the back of her head to be more precise.

>You nod in appreciation as he retracts his hand and goes back to his work.

>Sunset Shimmer.

>God, you hated her.

>You hated her with every fiber of your body, every strand of your DNA.

>You hate her with such force that the mere thought of her set your blood boiling.

>Your hate for her began during the first week of school, but it didn’t reach critical mass until the second week.

>Anonymous, the new kid. That was you.

>Being the new kid was always tough, everyone knew that, and yet Sunset Shimmer was dead set on being an asshole from the start.

>She singled you out for being new; maybe she was trying to teach you a lesson.

>During that first week she tripped you, bashed your head into a locker door, tricked you into going into the girl’s restroom, and knocked down your lunch tray.

>You were all for having a mean-spirited personality, but you could have done without the stereotypical ‘90s bad girl bully routine.

>So, at the end of that week you finally stood up to her.

>Apparently, though, no one at this school had ever done anything like that before because news of your little rebellion travelled quickly.

>The rumors about you travelled faster, however.

>You knew who was behind the rumors, of course, it was obvious.

>Within two days you were alienated and cast off, simply because you stood up for yourself.

>Over time you made friends again.

>Two other loners joined your wolfpack.

>Together it was you, Norman, and Turner.

>You never forgave Sunset Shimmer.

>She was a trite, evil bitch and you hated every ounce of her.

>One day you would have your revenge, one day y-

 

>“ANONYMOUS!”

 

“Huh?”

 

>Your eyes snapped forward and your mind slowly shifted back into reality.

>Ms. Cheerilee stood above you.

 

> “I said, ‘Is Sunset Shimmer correct in her analysis of the Starswirlean Theorm?’”

 

>Ms. Cheerilee, like any teacher, knew exactly when you weren’t paying attention.

>You blinked.

 

“No?”

 

>The whole class turned to stare at you.

>You felt the fiery burn of Sunset Shimmer’s gaze drilling into your skull.

 

> “N- no?”

 

>Christ, she’s even got Cheerilee afraid of her?

 

“No, Ms. Cheerilee.”

> “W- well, that is correct, Anonymous. S- Sunset Shimmer is wrong.”

 

>Fuck yes.

 

> “Now, can you explain w- why she is wrong?”

 

>Fuck.

 

“Well, uh, I-”

> “I believe I may be able to help, Ms. Cheerilee.”

 

>Time Turner.

>Fuck yes.

>He always had your back.

 

> “If you believe you have the answer then go ahead.”

> “I do. Sunset Shimmer’s logic is way off. You see, when thinking of the Starswirlean theorm, people always assume that destiny is a strict progression of…”

 

>Your mind wandered again.

>As did your eyes.

>You were staring at a long, slender pair of milky white legs.

>Starting at just above her feet your eyes trace their shape.

>Your eyes pass over her slightly defined calves up to her delicate tender thighs up to the edge of her skir-

>She shifts.

>In doing so, her skirt hikes up just enough to give you a clear view of her…

>Lacey black panties…

>This is a good boner.

>There is no shame in this.

>RRRRRRRIIIIINNNNGGG

>…

>Fuck.

>Go down, boner.

>I complimented you, now go down, boner.

>A new problem has arisen.

 

> “Are you coming, Anon?”

“Y-yeah, just give me a sec, Turner.”

> “… Alright. I’ll be outside then.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

 

>Fuck.

>Now, she’s getting up.

>For a brief moment, you’re able to see a good portion of her lacy panty covered ass.

>It looked supple, yet tight.

>The curve on it couldn’t have been sculpted by any creature on this earth.

>It was too beautiful.

>And right in the center, behind less than a millimeter’s worth of fabric would be her delica-

 

> “Ahem!”

 

>Oh shit.

>You slowly look up to see her staring at you with piercing blue eyes.

>You give a nervous little smile.

 

> “Hmph!”

 

>She fixes her skirt and walks away indignantly.

>Ugh.

>Fuck this day.

 

~Later, in the cafeteria~

> “Anon, you know that Sunset Shimmer is going to try to get payback for that?”

> “I’m sure that he’s aware, Norman.”

“Yeah, yeah. I know. You two don’t need to worry about me, I’ve dealt with her before.”

 

>They give each other a concerned look.

 

“Oh, come on. You guys don’t think I can handle her?”

> “Given the fact that you’re eating lunch with us and not her, yes.”

 

>Turner motions to a table where you sight the magnificent-assed babe you were ogling earlier.

>You turn back to him and he gives you a knowing look.

 

> “Wait, is he into the Aryan beauty?”

> “Not now, Norman. So, you see Anon, you might be willing to stand up to Sunset Shimmer, but you’re in way over your head.”

 

>You realize that he’s right.

>You aren’t at the other table.

>Sunset Shimmer took that privilege away from you.

 

“Holy fuck. You’re right, Turner! I should be over there fingerbanging that babe under the table. This is all that bitch, Sunset Shimmer’s fault.”

> “Well of course, I’m righ- wait, what? What did you just- Anon? Anon?!”

 

>As you walk away from the table, you can feel that your rage is in control of your every motion.

>As it should be.

>You were furious.

>Outraged.

>Sick with anger.

>You could have had it all.

>You could have had that delectable beauty that fills your dreams with sweet nothings.

>And it was all Sunset Shimmer’s fault.

>Holy shit.

>It all made sense now.

>You were stalking through the halls.

>As you round a corner you see Flash Sentry, Sunset Shimmer’s boyfriend.

>He’s flanked by that idiot kid, Snails.

>Snails is carrying a bucket.

>Flash was an asshole, if for nothing else, for his association with Sunset. But, you knew that he was just a follower.

>Regardless, you don’t like the look of that bucket, or the look they’re giving you.

>Besides, you’ve got a bone to pick with his girl, not him.

>You turn on a dime only to have a hot, thick liquid splash onto your face.

>You taste copper and immediately start spitting out the repugnant liquid.

>Wiping your eyes you look at your hands to see that they are covered in blood.

 

“What the actual fuck.”

> “Hahahahaha. Oh, Anon. When will you learn?”

 

>Sunset Shimmer.

>You are hit with another splash from behind.

>Agh, fuck. You felt some of it get in your ear.

 

“Seriously, what the fuck is this? Fucking blood?

> “Haha. Yes, it is. Goat’s blood, actually.”

> “Yeah, it is!”

> “Heh heh, sure is.”

 

>God, you hated those two.

 

> “Let this be a lesson to you. Don’t mess with Sunset Shimmer. Now come along, you three.”

> “Yes, Sunset.”

 

>As they walk away you feel like yelling something at them.

>You decide to just yell.

>Your frustration climaxes as you scream profanities at the top of your lungs.

>After a few moments you decide to walk to the bathroom to scrub some of the fucking goat blood off of you, but you almost immediately slip and hit the back of your head on the bloody floor.

“Agh. Fuck.”

 

>You see an extended white hand in front of you.

>No, it can’t be.

>No, way.

>You reach out and take the hand.

>You see the blood on your hand roll off onto the pristine white hand in front of you.

>The dark red stains the…

>Fucking Norman.

>It was fucking Norman’s hand.

 

> “I thought you might need some help, Anon.”

 

>You sigh.

 

“Yeah, thanks, Norman.”

> “Here, let me help you to the bathroom.”

“Thanks.”

 

>As you walk you slowly feel the blood cool on your skin.

>Why the fuck was the blood warm?

>Had they literally just killed a fucking goat or something?

>Fucking whatever.

>As you push open the door and see the bloody handprint left by your touch, you feel strangely calm.

>As if your anger reached such an egregious high that it bottomed out.

>You walk to the mirror and see your bloody face staring back at you.

>Washing the blood off of your face you stop before you clean your hair of the now-drying blood.

>Instead of washing it out, you slick your hair back using the blood as a form of hair gel.

>Fuck Sunset Shimmer.

>Fuck her with the force of a thousand suns.

>She just poured fucking blood on you.

>You begin to fume again.

>If your anger could escape your body as heat the blood on your body would boil away.

>As you stare at yourself in the mirror, Norman shuffles awkwardly.

>This whole situation is a little abnorman.

>Your shirt is all bloody too.

>Fuck.

>You liked this shirt.

>No, fuck that. Now, this was your favorite shirt and she just fucked it up.

>You peel away the bloody shirt and look at Norman.

 

“Norman, can I borrow your jacket?”

> “Sure, Anon, just wash it before you give it back. Ok?”

 

>He takes off the jacket and you put it on.

>It’s kind of itchy.

>Whatever.

>You walk through the halls with purpose.

>You ignore the stares that everyone is giving you.

>What, have they never seen a near bare-chested, bloody-haired man before?

>You sight your prey.

>Sunset Shimmer.

>Look at that smug grin plastered all over her stupid fucking face.

>What does she think she’s doing smiling at you like that?

>Wait, what?

>Why is she smiling at you like that?

>You falter for a moment, but fuck it you’re going to smack that stupid grin off of her face.

>You walk right up to her, slam her back into the locker, raise your right hand, curling it into a fist as you go, and…

>Wat.

>She’s kissing you.

>You feel the warmth of her soft lips pressing against your own.

>The slow snaking feeling of her tongue as it works its way into your mouth.

>You open your mouth slightly to speak and you feel her tongue dive into your mouth exploring every crevice of this new territory.

>You feel it slide against your own tongue and you reflexively push back into her mouth.

>Your tongues become entwined in the power struggle and you let your eyes close.

>You lower your fist to your side as you feel one of her arms wrap around you.

>Your rage has been replaced with total confusion.

>Pulling back and opening your eyes you look back at her.

 

> “I like you, Anon. You’re hard to put down.”

 

>She grabs your crotch with her free hand.

 

> “I like a fighter, Anonymous.”

 

>You feel her warm breath against your lips and her hand on your crotch.

>A familiar tingling sensation floods through your genitals.

>You feel the constricting sensation that generally comes after the aforementioned tingling.

 

“You do know that I hate you, right?”

> “Of course, Anonymous. That only turns me on more.”

>You stare into her light turquoise eyes and see the essence of raw animalistic lust staring back at you.

>You’re rock hard.

>Your anger is still there though. You know exactly what to do with it.

>Unable to control yourself, you grab her, slamming her hard against the lockers, grinding your body against her.

>Your lips lock again and your tongues engage in combat, each vying for power in a battle for dominance.

>As both of you grind against each other, her jacket falls to her sides and you feel the ridges of her erect nipples rubbing against you through the thin fabric of her shirt.

>You can hear murmuring behind you.

>Breaking the kiss again you turn to see a crowd is forming around you.

>Most of them are staring in shock or disbelief.

>The ones that aren’t are filming with their camera phones are giving you stupid looks and offering the thumbs up.

>As you turn back to Sunset Shimmer, you feel a wet, warm sensation tracing your neckline, going up to your ear.

>She reaches your ear and whispers.

 

> “Let’s give them a show~”

 

>A million thoughts fill your head as all the blood in your body rushes to your penis.

>You turn back to face her and see a small dribble of blood running down the side of her mouth.

>She must have licked some off of your hair.

>Noticing your stare and feeling the tickle on her face she brings her hand to the drip and wipes the blood off with her thumb.

>She smirks and shoves the thumb in your mouth.

>You suck on it for a moment, being sure to clean it off completely.

>As she pulls it out you bite down lightly.

 

> “Ah~”

 

>A moan of pleasure escapes her mouth.

>Wow, she’s wired.

>Well…don’t want to keep her waiting.

>You pull your arms away from her and begin fumbling with your pants.

 

“Let’s give ‘em the old razzle dazzle.”

 

>She grabs your hands and throws them to the sides.

 

> “Don’t say that again, Anon.”

>She grabs ahold of the brim of your pants and pulls you even close than you were before.

>Your hands grab a hold of her shirt and pull it up just above her breasts.

>You hear the crowd gasp. Their excitement only makes you harder.

>As Sunset deftly undoes your pants and throws down your boxers, you hike her skirt up reach for her pa-

>No panties.

>Damn, that’s pretty hot.

>As your finger approach her rose, you feel an intense heat.

>As you draw closer to your mark the heat increases until you finally make contact.

>Your finger slides along her lower lips. She’s absolutely drenched and as hot as you would expect a devil like her to be.

>You dip your index finger in her honeypot and feel her sweet nectar lubricate your finger and coat your hand.

>She lets out a soft moan and pulls your finger out, guiding it to her face.

>She begins to lick her juices off your hand.

>You can smell the overpowering allure of her scent.

>It’s driving you crazy.

>You can’t help it; you pull your hand away and lock lips with her, desperately searching her mouth for a drop of her sweet honey.

>As you pull yourself closer the tip of your penis finds its way between her legs.

>An intense heat hits home and you slowly begin to feel her wetness seep onto it until the entire tip is soaked.

>Without breaking the kiss, Sunset Shimmer moves one of her hands down to your cock and begins to guide it inside.

>The tip makes contact and a brilliant heat radiates into your penis.

>Her fluids meet your cock and assist in its entrance.

>She grabs your head with her free hand and locks you in a kiss.

>Her flowing little flower practically pulls the tip in as soon as you make your entrance.

>She moans into your mouth and you get an idea.

>You thrust.

>Hard.

>She cries out in ecstasy as the base of your rod connects with her entrance.

>You feel her muscles contract as she attempts to hold you in.

>Sliding out quickly, you slowly push the head back in and thrust hard, repeating your actions from before.

>You pump in and out of her, each thrust quicker and harder than the last until your slamming her higher and higher against the lockers.

>Eventually, she loses her footing and lifts her legs, wrapping them around you.

>Hoisting her up, you continue thrusting her against the lockers.

>You feel the warmth and the wetness of her womanhood on your cock.

>It’s slowly sending you over the edge.

>You can hear her breath begin to quicken and her muscles clench.

>You know that she’s getting close too.

>You look forward to see her bouncing breasts in front of your face.

>Moving your head forward you grab one of her nipples in your mouth and begin licking.

>Quickly, you flit your tongue across her still erect nipple.

>You bite down lightly.

 

> “Ah- A- Anon~”

 

>Fuck yes.

>You suck on her nipple for a moment before releasing it and staring into her eyes.

>You feel her arms tighten around you.

>Your heads are pushed together from her squeeze.

>You both lock eyes.

>A silent exchange of pure ecstasy and carnal lust is passed between you.

>As the two of you embrace you feel a familiar sensation building in the base of your cock.

>You begin thrusting even harder than before, attempting to push your cock deeper in her than is physically possible.

 

> “OH, CELESTIA, YES.”

 

>Celestia? What? Fuck it.

>Her vaginal walls collapse around your member as her eyes roll back in her head.

>You feel a surge of heat and fluid cover your manhood.

>Her tongue lolls out and her head falls back against the locker.

>Her whole body goes limp, but you continue thrusting; the feeling at the base of your cock building.

>Thrusting one final time yo-

 

> “HEY! THAT’S MY GIRLFRIEND!”

>You are yanked out of Sunset Shimmer right as you are about to finish.

>The act of being pulled away sends the limp Sunset Shimmer crumpling to the ground and directs your beyond-the-point-of-no-return penis right at your assailant.

>You’ve never came that hard or with that much ferocity in your entire life.

>You watch in a mixture of sexual excitement and raw anger as your jizz arcs onto its new target.

>Watching with mouth agape, you behold a horrified Flash Sentry covered in strings of semen.

>Your semen.

>This is truly a glorious moment.

 

> “WHAT THE FUCK?”

 

>You hear the crowd around you begin to laugh.

>You can’t help but join them.

>A fist connects with the side of your face.

 

“Agh.”

> “YOU THINK YOU CAN FUCK MY GIRLFRIEND AND THEN FUCKING FINISH ON ME? ON MY JACKET?”

 

>You stand up, kicking off your pants.

 

“Yes.”

 

>You’re about to swing when you hear a familiar voice echoing down the hall.

 

> “What is going on here?”

 

>It’s Principal Celestia.

>You realize that the goat blood in your hair has started to run from all of the heat created in the past few minutes.

>Acting quickly, you start wiping the goat blood all over your face and fall to your side, pretending to double over in pain.

>Flash Sentry gives you a confused look before realizing that you were about to pin this whole thing on him.

>He takes off running right before Principal Celestia arrives.

>Seeing the half-naked you and partially naked Sunset Shimmer, you can see the contemplation is Celestia’s eyes.

>Principal Celestia simply shakes her head, unable to comprehend the situation in front of her.

 

> “If this has to do with Sunset Shimmer and her fetishes don’t involve me again, just clean yourselves up and get back to class.”

>With that, Principal Celestia walks away.

>Well.

>That went better than expected!

>The crowd around you slowly begins to disperse.

>Once it does, only Turner and Norman remain.

 

> “That was quite the show, Anon.”

> “Uh. You can keep my jacket, I’ll just get a new one.”

“You know. I feel better. Like some great weight has been lifted off of my shoulders. I think I’m over my anger. In fact, I believe Flash Sentry is wearing it.”

 

>They awkwardly laugh as you pick your pants up and sling them over your shoulder.

>Today was a good day.

>You were going to finish it without pants.

>As you start to walk away, you hear a faint moan from behind you.

>Oh! That’s right.

>Can’t just leave her there.

>Slinging Sunset Shimmer over your shoulder you walk down the hall with hate in your heart, happiness in your veins, and an insatiable penis swinging at half-mast between your legs.

>You’ve got an Aryan beauty to win.

>End