>Another day at CHS
>It's pretty normal, considering what's happened over the past few months.
>Sunset Shimmer, the newest student at the school, ripped a gaping hole in the entrance, after her transformation into a raging she-demon.
>At least, you THINK that's what happened. It all became a blurry haze after that blinding light shot into the sky. Fragments of a tall, thin, crimson-colored succubus and a group of half horse freaks of nature are distinct in your memory.
>The rest of the student body sure seemed to remember, however, judging by their scowls and thinly disguised gossip every time the mottled red-orange hair girl passed them in the hallways.
>Honestly, you felt pretty bad for Sunset. She seemed like she had really changed. You could see, whenever she heard one of her classmates talking about her, (which, honestly, wasn't hard, considering how opaque they were about it,) that Sunset hung her head down, biting her lower lip, before pulling the collar of her leather jacket over her ears.
>Sometimes, you swore you could make out just the faintest hints of tears streaking down Sunset's cheeks.
>Was THIS really the same girl that had the entire school in her grasp a few short months ago?
>Surely, she would at least speak up! Say something to defend herself? Seeing such a proud woman like her lay down and take the abuse was almost more disturbing than the demonic form that threatened your lives.>You watch Sunset from a distance, never gaining the courage to actually go up to speak to her.
>CHS had its well established cliques, and even after her ostracization, it was clear that you belonged to one, while Sunset belonged to another several rungs above yours.
>Still, you wish you could do something to help her. All you needed was an opening – some excuse you could use to try to talk to her, try to find out some way to help. For now, though, it was time for lunch.
>You enter the large cafeteria. Hundreds of students crammed together into relatively small tables.
>A few cursory glances at the tables showed the social structure of the high school in action.
>The “preppies,” band geeks, jocks, and of course, the popular kids all congregated into their respective groups.
>As you join the short line, Granny Smith dishes out the drab lunch food, hurrying you along the line.
>You exit the kitchen, back into the dining room, scanning the full cafeteria for a place to sit, but as you do, a ruckus erupts piercing the ambient noise of a thousand voices.
>”What are YOU doing here? You haven’t been arrested yet?” an angry female voice begins, hushing the crowd. “I'm surprised they even let you back in here, given the shit you pulled at the Formal.”
>You finally pinpoint the source of the disturbance. Unsurprisingly, Sunset is being accosted by Spring Skies, undoubtedly one of her many victims during the reign of terror.
>Sunset, again, says nothing, lowering her head, making herself as small as possible.
>”Don't have anything to say? Well, don't worry, I do!” The pale green girl unabashedly begins to scream.
>”I remember my brother coming home in tears, crying, and saying how he didn't want to go to school anymore! Because of YOU. What'd you call him? 'Limpdick faggot?' I had to talk to him for hours, just to convince him to go to the Formal, maybe get a little of his confidence back and what did you go and do?!”>Finally, Sunset finds the courage to speak. She wracked her brain, searching desperately for any explanation to stop the aggression “I'm s-sorry, I was angry. I lashed out, I didn't mean for...”
>Sunset is cut off by a loud slap, followed by the crash of her tray colliding with the floor.
>”I'll show YOU fucking 'lashing out!' What kind of person thinks it's okay to abuse people like that? Finn is the sweetest, kindest person I know and you FUCKED with him! Why? Because you thought it was funny? Because you saw him as an easy target? Well, let me tell YOU something, Sunset Shimmer! I'm no easy target! If I ever see you in the hallways, I'll beat the fuck out of you, understand?”
>The enraged tirade finally ends, the cafeteria has fallen completely silent. Spring's heavy breathing and Sunset's choked sobs are all that are audible.
>Sunset stumbles to her feet, bits of food dropping off her leather jacket, turning away from her accuser, sprinting out of the room, into the hallway.
>Spring's friends grab her arm, trying to get her to relax, and sit back down at the table.
>”Fucking bitch! Can you believe her? Ask anyone here what she's done to them, and they'll all give you a different answer, but now, suddenly she thinks she can ask for forgiveness? Fuck that!”
>Her yells are drowned as the uproar of the room begins to return.
>Sighing, you turn to leave the cafeteria. Looking down the halls, you spot an unmistakable poof of hair hastily enter the girl's bathroom.
>Carrying your tray, you loiter outside the door a moment.
”Should I go in there?” You think to yourself. “What if someone sees me go in or is already in there?
>You lean against the wall surrounding the bathroom door, waiting and watching.
>After a few minutes, it's clear that the lunch period made the halls pretty vacant.
“If ever there was an opportunity, to talk to Sunset, now would be it,” you ensure yourself.
>Turning back to face the door, you take a deep, centering breath, pushing it open with a shoulder.
>”Ugh, who the hell? Who is it?!” She yells, after a quick, deep inhale.
“It's, uh, Anonymous. I just wanted to see if you were doing okay? Had a bit of… tussle in the lunch room.”
>She scoffs, sniffling again. “What, do you always make a habit of barging into the girl's bathroom to ask how they're doing?”
“Well, no. I don't usually get this far…”
>She sighs, before continuing. “So what, you've come to cheer me up, tell me 'it isn't as bad as you think?'
“No, it's pretty bad. There's no living down what you did, no one's gonna forget.”
>”So, what am I supposed to do? I can't hide in this bathroom until I graduate?”
“It's worked out for me so far,” you fire back quickly.
>She lets out a short, but honest chuckle. “Maybe you could teach me a thing or two.”
>It's your turn to chuckle.
“Maybe. I, uh, brought some food with me from the cafeteria. Don't know if you're too keen about eating in the bathroom, but at least it's quiet.”
> A few moments of silence pass, before the sound of the lock sliding precedes the stall door swinging open.
>”Sure, come on.” Sunset motions you inside with her hand, closing and locking the door behind you.
>Sitting back on the toilet, you notice Sunset's face. It's flushed, the reddish hue almost matching that of her hair. Her eyeliner runs down in black streaks, running with her tears. On her cheek lie the faint palmprint of the slap she suffered earlier.
“You sure you're okay?” You ask again, kneeling down with the tray.
>”Yeah, I already feel a lot better. Thanks, Anon. I am pretty hungry, though.”
>She searches your tray. The “premium” lunch you got isn't pleasing her, it seems.
>”You like your meat, huh?”
Hmmm? Oh! Yeah! When the cooks offer Korean barbequed ribs, you don't refuse!
>She smiles, rubbing her cheek. “To be honest, I'm more of a vegetarian, I hope that's okay…”
“Of course it is! I do have this apple here if you want it. No matter what, I always seem to get one…”
>”Heh, I wonder why,” she responds, wistfully.
>As you take a bite of the meat, your eyes begin to wander, first to the walls, and their surprising cleanliness. Soon, though, they move, to places more visceral.
>Sunset's jeans hug her toned legs perfectly, outlining the muscular calves and wide thighs.
>Your eyes continue along her anatomy, snaking up her legs, ending at her crotch.
>You can see the outline of something puffy and bulbous. Not at all what you imagined! In fact, not a whole lot is left to the imagination, period.
>Initial thoughts enter your mind, filling in the blank about just what's under her clothes. Some more farfetched than others. Maybe Sunset was hiding more than she let on? A lot more.
>Before you could finish those thoughts, Sunsets' legs suddenly snap closed. The force of her strong muscles slaps the skin of her thighs together through the fabric, almost as if she was spanked with her clothes on.
>”Are you enjoying your view?” Her voice is raised, but it sounds more embarrassed than angry, wildly shifting in pitch and wavering.
“No! No, god, I'm so sorry! I-I was distracted, and didn't realize where I was looking!”
>”Mhmm. I hope I 'distracted' you well!” She brushes a strand of hair out of her face, which is now somehow, more flushed than when you entered.
>Sunset shifts on the toilet, crossing, and uncrossing her legs, unable to find a comfortable position. The smell of the warm food, is slowly overtaken by, a new, musky smell. It isn't repulsive, but not what you'd call 'good' either.
>It's something more primal, a mix between fish and sweat. You aren't sure why, but it's REALLY turning you on.
>”It's been a while since I've been… close with anyone else. I've been so lonely here. Ever since I moved away from home, I've been so angry. I closed everyone off from me, and became selfish. I'm tired of being alone.
“Come on, what? A woman like you shouldn't have any problems in that department?”
>Her face scrunches up, as she looks down at you.
“You're a very beautiful woman, Sunset,” you say, as your fingers get closer to her mysterious wonder crotch.
>Her hands meet yours, stopping them before they can cop a feel.
>”Thank you, Anon, but… there's something you should know about me. I'm not like other girls. In a pretty big way.
“Oh god, oh, god, oh fuck, oh fuck!” Your mind begins to race again! “Bail! Bail!”
>You clear your throat, pushing those thoughts aside.
“What do you mean?”
>Letting go of your wrists, she unbuttons her jeans, slowly pulling them down to her mid-thigh.
>Without the thick denim, the bulge becomes much clearer through her lacy pink panties.
>You can definitely make out a leathery, black outline underneath Sunset's underwear! If you look closely enough, you can make out small, periodic movements.
You back up slowly from the toilet, half expecting whatever's under there to flop out onto your face!
“Uh, you know what, Sunset, that's okay, you don't have to-
>Before you can finish your sentence, she grabs her underwear, pulling them down to the waist of her jeans.
>What greets you is not the normal genitalia of a human, but rather, a huge, wet, winking horse pussy!
>The muscles squeeze involuntary, making her cunt wink quickly in the cold air.
>Sunset leans back a little on the toilet, passing a breath through closed lips, as if a horse took a sigh of relief.
>”Oh, Celestia, that breeze feels good!” She takes a bite of her neglected apple, let the girl have her free time.
“Uh. Wow. That's not what I expected at all. It's different. Can I touch it?”
>She moans. ”Oh please, yes! I haven't had anyone rub me off in ages!”
>Taking a moment to admire her pussy, you finally appreciate just how big it is. The lips of her pussy and anus are made from the same dark leathery flesh, joining together into one large set of holes.
>You put a few fingers onto her lips. Spreading them out, you find them to be surprisingly stretchy.
>Sunset moans at your touch, as her pussy squirts its musky liquid onto your fingers letting you feel the winking for yourself firsthand.
>The sensation is strange at first. It's as if her cunt had a tongue, and it lapped at your hand, trying to entice it to continue stimulating it.
>You happily oblige, sliding a couple fingers inside the hole. They are greedily swallowed, Sunset relaxed to allow them in.
>You explore the depths of her cavern, feeling around the width and depth of Sunset's pussy. As you play with her walls, they squeeze and squish with satisfyingly wet sounds.
>”Oh fuck! Shit!” Sunset voices her approval, reaching back to clutch the piping of the toilet and the handle on the side of the stall. “I can take more! Put more in me,” she pleads.
>The third and fourth fingers press inside. Using your thumb as an anchor, you oscillate the four fingers back and forth in a wave, pulling Sunset open to one side, then the other.
>Sunset pulls her knees out and up, trying to make as much space for insertion as possible.
>”Oh, Celestia, put your hand in there,” Sunset says, in a hushed tone, almost a whisper.
>Curling your thumb so that it's flush with your hand, your press your weight forward.
>Your fist easily slides into the cavernous hole, swallowing more and more of the appendage.
>You blush, furiously, your hand and wrist being kissed by her dexterous vaginal muscles.
"Holy shit, Sunset," is all you can muster, before burying your head into the crook of your devoured arm to stifle a giggle.
>Looking back, you spy the half-eaten apple resting on Sunset's lap.
>She sees you leering, and grabs the apple, sensing your intent.
>"Do it! Fist that fucking apple in me..." Her voice is stern - demanding.
>You go to reach for it with your free hand, but then decide otherwise...
>Ripping your inserted hand out of Sunset, it's freed with a satisfying 'pop!'
>Sunset bucks her hips, sliding her ass forward on the toilet seat.
>“Oh, FUCK” Sunset groans, her pussy squirts out more sticky, viscous marecum, winking faster than it's ever had, flexing her clit in and out.
“Take off your fucking clothes,” you order, both to keep up the mood, and to get better access to Sunset.
>Flicking your wet hand, you begin undressing Sunset by pulling off her boots, then her socks, tossing them aside.
>Her painted toes flex as the heavy weight of the boots is removed from them. She rolls her ankles a few times, as you go to pull her of her jeans.
>They come off with ease, and are tossed on top of her boots.
>The panties are last. You pull them so hard, the elastic in the waist starts to snap.
>Throwing them aside, carelessly, you grab Sunset’s legs with your hands.
>They're absolute perfection – Her calves are muscular and toned, tapering down to a wonderful point defined by her exquisite feet.
>Her thighs have the perfect balance of tone and curve. They're big and beautiful, but they pale in comparison to what they lead to.
>Sunset's ass is built from her absurdly wide hips. Her midriff explodes into a pair of iliacs that cradle a large, bouncy set of buttocks.
>It's clear now why Sunset's so eager to be filled to the brim with anything she can find!
>You grip the apple in a tight fist, teasing her lips with it. Pressing it in slowly, the fruit stretches Sunsets' leathery folds, before disappearing behind them.
>Moaning at the insertion, Sunset gives a few soft pushes, bulging out her lips, fucking herself with the apple.
“Keep that in there,” you order. Grabbing Sunset's ankles, you push them back, so that her ass is flexed.
>Leaning your head forward, you bring the tip of your tongue to the dripping skin. It feels as rough as it looks, tough, yet not dry or abrasive.
>Giving them a few kisses, you work your way around and up to her winking clit.
>You time your kisses so that they are in time with her bead squeezing out of its hood.
>Sunset's approval is obvious, her moans getting louder and longer.
>You switch to using your tongue, licking around her large clit in circles, diving in further when it retreats inside her.
>Her dripping fluids soak her groin, getting onto her ass, and into your face.
>The aroma is overpowering, filling your nose with a deep smell of musky heat.
>Using the excitement, you get your hand involved again. It presses into her already filled cunt, fisting her stretched mare pussy.
>You feel the apple, and press it in as deeply as it'll go.
>Your fingers vanish into her cunt, followed by the palm.
>Your tongue continues to work, as the wrist quickly follows suit. It's clear that Sunset has more room than she lets on.
>Stopping at the mid forearm, you look up at Sunset, seeing if she's still comfortable.
“You doing okay? Is that too deep?” You ask, behind deep, labored breaths.
>”Oh, fuck yes,” she answers behind gasping moans. “Go as deep as you can, I want it all!”
>Following her order, you press your whole weight behind your forearm.
>As your tongue goes back to clit shining, your hand presses the apple further into Sunset's unexplored depths.
>By the time you're elbow-deep within her cavern, some resistance pushes back against your force.
>Deciding against forcing anything, you leave your fist inside her, while turning your full attention to eating her out.
>Your tongue works hard, writing your name, the alphabet, and any other complex motions you can think of into Sunset's sopping wet pussy.
>Even as the muscle begins to tire, you can tell Sunset's getting close to climax, her walls clamping down around your arm in a vice grip.
>Her cunt transforms into a faucet, soaking everything that touches it in a layer of aromatic juices.
>”Oh, my god, ANON,” Sunset screams out in pleasure. “I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum, don't stop, keep going!”
>Caught up in the moment, your licking turns to sucking, gnashing her clit between your lips and holding it with a vacuum of air.
>As you go to take a breath, Sunset wraps her thicc legs around your head, running her warm feet down your back.
>Pulling your head in, she clenches her thighs, holding your face against her fat pussy.
>All you can do is hold on for dear life, as your face as buried under folds of pussy.
>You lick and suck, taking choking, smothered breaths as you do.
>Wet, musky liquid flows out the sides of your mouth soaking your cheeks and dripping onto your chest.
>Sunset works her hips back and forth again, as her pussy winks like mad.
>She howls her pleasure. Her hands are unable to keep still going from the wall, to groping her breasts, to running themselves through your hair, back to the wall.
>Your tongue burns, your chest heaves and inflates, desperate for air. The arm still inserted into her pussy aches from overuse, still clutching the apple.
>It was dirty, painful and exhausting. And you haven't be hornier in your entire life.
>Sunset's moans become loud and shrill, echoing through the stall. She's convulsing, unable to control herself.
>You should finish her off before she hurts herself. Or you, more likely.
>Taking her clit in your teeth, you gently roll it between the incisors, punctuating the motion with the slightest amount of pressure.
>This clearly sends Sunset over the edge! Her back arches, locking rigidly flexed. Her legs pull as hard as they can on your head, preventing it from moving! Her pussy, finding some still untapped strength, clamps down as tightky as it can.
>Sunset's clit locks in a flexed position, kissing your lower lip.
>Seconds lower, a torrent of warm, wet musky marecum erupts from her orgasmic sex.
>It spills into your mouth, coating every inch of your tongue. It tastes of sex and sweat.
>You try to spit, but Sunset's grip on your head, means it just rejoins the growing pool of cum erupting from her quim.
>The urge to breathe gets stronger and stronger, overtaking your inhibitions.
>Your throat opens, swallowing the mouthful of liquid slowly suffocating you.
>A few coughs escape, coating your cheeks and her sex in more of the saliva marecum mixture.
>Sunset isn't finished. More marecum floods into your mouth, as you suck in desperation.
>Your free hand taps Sunset's thigh, trying to signal your need to breathe. She ignores you, her legs remained firmly locked around your head.
>The fringes of your vision begin to gray, the world starts to spin. You're about to pass out, covered in girl jizz, elbow deep inside a horse pussy.
>Just before all fades to black, Sunset releases her grip! You immediately stumble back, taking a deep wheezing breath!
>You cough violently, as you slowly catch your breath.
>”Oh, god! I'm sorry are you okay?” A voice begins. As your breath returns, the room stops spinning.
“Yeah – huk – huk!” You answer, between coughs. “I almost passed out there.”
>”I’m sorry, I lost control a little. Sometimes, behaviors… from home tend to come out.”
“It's okay, just remind to keep my head clear next time.”
>”Will do,” Sunset chuckles. “Can you, uh, pull your arm out now? It's starting to get a little sore.”
“Yeah, YOU'RE sore,” you quip back. “Alright, relax.”
>You pull your shoulder back. The mix of lubricants and Sunset's innate size allow it to slide out without any difficulty.
>”Oh, god,” Sunset moans slightly, chuckling as the wrist stretches her out.
“That was fun.” You flick your whole arm, flinging cum onto the walls and floor.
You look back at Sunset. “You feel better?”
>She laughs heartily. “Yeah, a lot better, thanks.
“Good, glad I could help.” You look down at the tray of cold food, grabbing the plastic water bottle, opening it.
>Taking a swig of water. You slosh it around in your mouth to rinse it.
“Mmm. Mm, mmm” You hum, leaning forward.
>Taking the hint, Sunset pulls her knees out of the way, letting you spit into the water.
“That's better. You want some?” You offer the bottle to Sunset.
>She takes it in her hand, taking a long drink. “Help me clean up, will you?”
>She pours some of the water onto her sticky crotch, rubbing her fingers into the substance.
“Yeah, sure.” You fingers join hers, taking one side while she rubs the other.
>The black, leathery complexion of Sunset's genitals is still jarring, especially when the clit flexes out of the hood.
>But at the sane time, it was mesmerizing, almost calming to watch it go back and forth.
>After a few wipes, Sunset seems clean enough. Sensing you staring at her anatomy, she decides to speak up.
>”Thank you, Anon. For everything. I know this is a lot to take in, but you really helped me feel better.”
“Of course!” You say, beaming. You grab Sunset's pick underwear, sliding it over her legs, to which she takes it the rest of the way.
>She finishes dressing trying her boots. Standing, Sunset takes a deep stretch, reaching her arms toward the ceiling.
“Let's get outta here?” You ask, picking up the tray of food off the floor, standing and unlocking the door to the stall.
>Sunset nods, smiling. “I think lunch is just about over.” Following you out, she wraps her arms around your shoulder, leaning her head against yours.
>You take a moment to enjoy the embrace, before looking down to the tray of food.
>As you go to grab the cold rack of ribs, a realization dawns on you.
“Sunset,,, you did finish that apple I gave to you, right?
>She flashes a sly smile. “Mhmm, it's safely resting in my belly.
“Oh, shit, I left it in there, didn't I?
>”Mhmm.” She chuckles.
“Do you… want me to get it?”
>”Nah, I'm pretty sure I'll get hungry later.”
“That's gross.”
>”And eating my cum is something so far beneath you.” She taps you playfully on the arm.
“Yeah, it's not like my head was locked in place by your fucking horse legs.
>”Trust me, Anonymous, you haven't experienced being locked in my legs.” She nibbles your ear. “But you will, don't worry.”