>You pick up your tray and enter the cafeteria proper
>As expected, it's crowded and loud, an endless and deafening myriad of voices diffusing into indistinct highschool chatter
>You survey the room, looking for a break in the crowd signaling an empty seat
>After a minute or two of aimless wandering, you consider giving up and eating in the quad, when-
"Anon! Hey Anon! Over here!"
>A loud and distinctly feminine voice calls out above the ring of the crowd, a yellow hand waving and beckoning at you to approach
>You get closer and see the owner of the hand to be none other than Sunset Shimmer
"Come on over, Anon!"
>You turn around and look behind you
"Yes you, silly!"
>You approach the table where she as well as her friends are sitting at
>Sunset quickly removes her handbag sitting on an adjacent chair and places it on the ground, granting you a seat
"HEYA, ANON!"
>Sunset, Twilight, and the rest of the gang collectively shout their greeting at you
>You set your tray on the table and sit down sheepishly as you say hi in kind
>You thank them for inviting you to their table and ask what they could they want
"Oh Anon, why would we need a reason for you to join us?" Sunset answers
"It's a scorcher outside today. We couldn't let you eat out in the heat."
>You say your thanks and start chatting with the gang; homework, gossip, the usual
>Huh
>Has Sunset been getting closer to you?
>You start to notice that it's as if she is slowly inching closer and closer next to you over the course of the conversation
>You put it out of your head as your imagination when you suddenly feel something on your thigh
>You look down and see Sunset's hand under the table, perilously close to your man-cannon
>As you open your mouth, she squeezes your thigh suddenly and forcefully, causing you to yelp out in pain
>"Something wrong, Anon?" Twilight asks.
"Yes Anon, something wrong?" Sunset repeats with venom in her tone that you're sure only you can hear
>You shake your head and mouth a silent 'no'
"Good, 'cause if something's the matter, you can always tell us, Anon."
>Even as she's talking, you can feel her vice like grip relax and her fingers start gradually creeping closer to your man-salad
>Sunset is nearly leaning into you now, her body only inches away from your own
>The conversation returns to normal, though you elect to chime in less often
>Has it been getting hotter in here?
>You try focusing on your food, even as Sunset starts kneading your dick through your pant fabric
>Her hand is slow, methodical; gently working you towards an erection despite yourself
>For a brief moment, her hand stops massaging your constricted groin
>You almost sigh in relief, when you realize that she's unbuckling your belt
>You're almost thankful, your tight jeans now no longer strangling your dick
>The chilled cafeteria air feels refreshingly cool against your penis, now unabashedly exposed under the table
>Sunset slowly slips her hand down your pants, teasing you with the tips of her fingers every inch of the way down
>Her hand starts to feel nuts as she begins fondling your cock and balls in earnest
>Her hand feels so soft and delicate, amazingly so, even though you know she can crush your delicates like a nutcracker
>The very thought keeps you silent
>You look up, expecting to see some kind of triumphant smile on her face
>Instead, amazingly, she's conversing with Twilight and the others as casually as can be, even as her hand is rhythmically stroking your member
>As her hand picks up speed, it starts getting harder and harder to maintain your pokerface, nearly inaudible moans escaping your mouth despite yourself
>You can feel precum start to form at the tip of your penis
>It drips down into her palm, lubricating her quickening strokes
>Pressure starts to build up at the base of your cock
>You try your best to subdue it, but Sunset Shimmer's hand shows no mercy
>She rubs your throbbing cock with long and fast strokes
>You fail to hold out
>You feel like you dick explodes, an orgasm shaking your entire body as you cum ropes of stringy semen underneath the table
>Sunset does her best to catch as much as she can in her hand, but you think you can still hear soft thuds as some stray strands of cum hit the under side of the table
>You're almost sure you got some on Rarity's skirt as well
>You look up, expecting everyone's disgusted gaze
>Thankfully, the noise of the cafeteria and the ongoing discussion seems to have drowned out your orgasm
>Sunset releases her grip, her hand almost assuredly covered in your guy-goo
>You quickly buckle your pants and get up, doing your best to cover the stains around your crotch
>You dump your tray into the trashcan and head for the exit
>As you close the door, Sunset calls out to you in a sing-song voice
"Byyyyyyyyyyyye Anon!"
>You look back and see her eating a hastily constructed sandwich