Title:           Sunset's New Pawn
Author:          minion_of_Lulu
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First Edit:      Sunday 15th of June 2014 11:35:32 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Sunday 15th of June 2014 11:35:32 AM CDT

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>Sunset's infamous reputation is well known in the disciplinary committee.
>In their wisdom, they send you out to take care of her.
>However, you never thought you would find her walking down the halls wearing lingerie.
>To make matters worse, none of the teachers dare to oppose her, so a young freshman didn't have a chance to keep her in line.
>You clear your throat to calm your nerves.
"Miss Sunset."
>"What?"
>She swiftly turns her head towards you.
>Her mouth curls into a scowl as she leans against the locker, folding her arms right underneath her bountiful breasts bound in her sexy pink corset.
>You should have expected this attitude from her, but it still managed to catch you off guard.
>Luckily for you, there aren't any other students around, so you steel yourself and press the issue at hand.
"I don't think this follows the dress code, Sunset."
>You expect some snark, anger-fueled retort, but that never came.
>Sunset's scowl slowly morphed into a small smirk.
>A smirk that didn't sit well with you at all.
>Then she chuckled.
>She thinks this all is a joke.
>You stand your ground.
"Listen, breaking dress code is against school policy. I will have to-..."
>"Do what, big bad freshman?"
>She saunters over towards you with her smug grin.
>"Send me to detention? Hah! You have some balls boy, but you're not very bright."
>Her grin disappears in an instant, replaced by her usual intimidating stare.
>Those green eyes pierce through you like daggers.
>"Just because you're on the discipline committee doesn't make you hot shit. I eat little shits like you for a snack."
 
>You drop your citation notepad and back away from this dangerous teen girl.
>She looks like a lion on the prowl, and you're her next meal.
>You panic, and it didn't help that you squeal when your back slams against the lockers behind you.
"S-Stop Shimmer. Attacking another student is g-grounds for suspen-"
>Her fist flies past your head and slams against the metal locker.
>You swear you just pissed yourself.
>Sunset grimaces at your sickly display.
>"If you know what's good for you, you stay out of my way. I do what I want. I wear whatever I feel like. And if you EVER try to give me detention again, I swear to God the last thing you'll have to worry about is pissing yourself. Got it, punk?"
>You nod.
>That only earns you another fist slamming on the opposite side of your head.
>You jolt in fear.
>"Answer me with words, faggot!"
>That sneer is one that only a mother could love...if that mother was a blood-thirsty wolf ready to tear you limb from limb.
"Y-Yes Sunset Shimmer."
>The clear panic in your voice and the fear plastered on your face make the fiery Shimmer's lips curl into a deliciously evil smirk.
>Just her looming over you makes your cock shamefully hard.
>"Good...now go clean yourself up."
>She looks down at the mess and notices your display of vigor.
>"But first...drop them."
"What?"
>"You heard me. Drop those pants."
>You gulp.
"B-B-Bu-bu..."
>"B-B-B-B-But nothing. You don't answer to anyone else but me. I run this school, not those old fuddy-duddy principals or those disciplinary goons."
 
>You try to look away, but Sunset firmly grips your chin with one of her hands, keeping you staring up at her.
>"Did I give you permission to look away?"
>No, this isn't happening.
>You're not going to let some bitch tell you what to do.
>Looking into her eyes defiantly, you open your mouth to speak; however, she reaches in and grips hold of your tongue, pulling it out quickly before you could bite down on her fingers.
>The scowl returns with full force.
>You're scared...oh so scared.
>"If the next words out of this damn mouth isn't 'Yes Miss Shimmer', I'll make you mute, got it bub?"
>Your defiance slowly falters under her threat.
>Just staring into her fierce eyes tells you that she would make good on that threat.
"Heth Hith Thhimmah."
>"Good, now get on with it."
>You swiftly drop your trousers and boxers.
>You stood before her, exposing your privates in front of the school's queen bitch.
>"Good boy, you're finally listening."
>She lets go of your tongue and pats your cheek.
>Stepping back, she gets a good look at your average pecker.
>"Hmph...I've seen worse. Now stroke yourself off."
>You stare at Sunset like she's crazy.
>"What, you expect me to touch that?"
>Your face burns in embarrassment.
>"And you better hurry, we have..."
>She takes a quick look at her watch.
>"4 minutes till class changes. So unless you want to be seen by the entire school and solidify your place as the most pathetic urchin in Canterlot High, I suggest you hurry up."
 
>Bashfully, you grip your hardened member and start pumping.
>Shimmer eyes your handiwork, her tongue moistening her lips with saliva.
>"Yesss....this is good."
>She pulls out her phone and starts recording.
>Her breathing becomes huskier the longer she stares.
>You stop for a moment and stare at her.
>"Keep going, you're not leaving until you finished."
>With a sigh of defeat, you continue.
>You hate yourself for doing this, but the stirring in your loins keeps you from protesting.
>It isn't long before you're hips thrust against your pumping hand, and weak mewls slip from your lips.
>In  your moment of succumbing to your lust, you fail to notice her camera phone pointing at your face.
>"You like that, don't you, bitch?"
>You look up and see her recording your face.
"N-No, put it away. Not my face."
>Her cheeks burn in arousal, and you can even smell her femininity assaulting your nose.
>She's getting off on your shame and embarrassment.
>"Smile for the camera, bitch."
>You hiss and double over.
>Shimmer points her phone down at your pole, just in time to watch your load fly from your trembling member.
>She smirks, watching your meager offering hit her panties and the floor below.
>Just as you calm down, she kneels you in front of her and point at the mess you made on her stylish lingerie.
>"...clean it."
 
>You don't backtalk.
>You don't question.
>You just lean forward and clean off your mess, shuddering at the awful taste.
>She gets it all on video, and saves it on her phone.
>"Now if you know what's good for you, you won't defy me from here on out."
>She lifts her foot and kicks you away.
>Your back slams against the hard locker, stunning you for a bit.
>"And this," she waves her phone in front of your face, "is just for insurance."
>You slump your head in defeat.
>If only you were able to not be afraid, this wouldn't happen.
>Now you're nothing more than a pawn of the Shimmer.
>"Oh!"
>You raise your head to look up at the girl who owns your life until the day you graduate from this learning institution.
>Sunset looks over her shoulder, her eyes shimmering with mischievous intent.
>"I'll see you after school behind the bleachers."
>Your blood runs cold.
>All you could do is lower your head once again as you slowly pull up your soaked pants.
"Y-Yes...Miss Shimmer."
>"Good..."
>Sunset walks away.
>The bell rings, signaling the start of the final period of the day.