As Rarity chased Pinkie around the room, the others stared at them for a long moment. Then, shaking her head, Sunset turned to Fluttershy. "Well?" she asked.
"Umm...what?" Fluttershy replied.
"How would you do me?" she asked.
"Oh," Fluttershy said, ducking her head. "Well...umm..." She played with her hair. "I..."
Suddenly, Fluttershy lunged across the room, knocking Sunset flat on her back. "Waaah~!" Sunset cried, flailing.
Fluttershy grabbed the waistband of Sunset's pajama bottoms and pulled them down. "Fluttershy, what are you—"
Fluttershy stroked Sunset's inner thighs, leaning in close and planting gentle butterfly kisses on them.
"Whoa," Rainbow said, eyes wide.
"Uhh...Fluttershy?" Applejack asked.
Rarity and Pinkie froze in their tracks, blinking.
Fluttershy dragged her tongue along the inside of Sunset's right thigh, up to her crotch. She gently worked her fingertips under the fabric of Sunset's panties and pulled them aside, exposing just a hint of labia. "Mmm," she moaned as she lapped at the sensitive flesh around Sunset's sex.
"Flutter...shy..." Sunset moaned. She stopped squirming and simply stared down, over her own breasts, at the mass of soft pink hair covering her half-stripped lower body. She wriggled her hips, allowing Fluttershy to slide her panties off. Within seconds, Sunset's pajama bottoms and panties were flung across the room, landing in Rainbow's lap.
"Hey!" Rainbow cried.
Fluttershy ignored her, settling between Sunset's thighs. She ran a finger through Sunset's copper and gold pubes, then began rubbing circles around Sunset's slit. Sunset hissed as Fluttershy's head lowered over her mound; she let out a sharp breath as Fluttershy started gently sucking on her clit.
"I can't believe this is happening right in my bedroom," Rarity said, blinking rapidly.
"I can't believe this isn't butter!" Pinkie said, tossing a handful of popcorn into her mouth.
Fluttershy spread Sunset's pussy wide with her fingers and thrust her tongue deep into her sex. Sunset arched her back and moaned as Fluttershy lapped at her walls. "Oh God," Sunset groaned, curling her hands into claws and digging her nails into her palms.
"Let's see some titties!" Pinkie cheered. "I paid good money for this, I wanna see titties!"
"You did NOT pay good money for this!" Applejack retorted. "Ah hope not, anyway!"
"I don't care, I still wanna see 'em!"
"Knock it off, Pinkie!" Rainbow said. "This is fucked up enough as it is!"
Fluttershy moaned into Sunset's slit, then pushed herself to her knees. She rose to a half-crouch and shed her pajamas and panties before returning to her original position. With one hand, she massaged Sunset's mound and inner thighs while continuing to lap at her inner folds and clit; with her other hand, she spread herself open, inserting her middle finger into her own pussy, which glistened with arousal.
"I...had no idea Fluttershy was gay," Rarity said. "Did any of you?"
"Total news to me," Rainbow said. She blushed. "This is...kinda hot..."
Sunset stripped off her own pajama top, letting her breasts bounce free. She seized her right breast and kneaded it, pinching and twisting her stiff nipple. Her back arched and her hips bucked as Fluttershy kissed, sucked, and licked at her pussy. Her breaths came in short, shallow pants, and her toes curled.
Pinkie crawled closer and took hold of Sunset's other breast, squeezing and teasing it. "Your tits are really big," she said. "I'm jealous..."
Sunset panted and moaned as Fluttershy ate her out and Pinkie played with her breast. "Ahhh~" she cried out. "Fluttershy, I...!"
Fluttershy pulled her head away from Sunset's crotch. Long, ropy strings of slick love juice and saliva connected her lips to Sunset's pussy. With a feverish smile, she thrust two fingers into Sunset's slit. She curled her fingers inward, questing until Sunset gave a sharp, throaty cry. Fluttershy pulled and thrust against the inside of Sunset's sex, hitting her G-spot over and over again until, with a loud, strangled cry, Sunset came. Her fluids washed over Fluttershy's hand and pooled out on Rarity's carpet as Sunset's hips bucked once, twice, a third time before she sagged to the floor, panting.
Fluttershy sat back, gathering her legs under herself, and wiped her mouth primly. "Umm...that's how I'd do Sunset Shimmer," she said quietly, cheeks flushed.
"That...was fucking awesome," Rainbow said.
"More like that was awesome fucking," Pinkie said with a giggle.
Rarity coughed. "Sunset? Fluttershy? You're splitting the cost of shampooing the carpet."
Sunset sat up, chest still heaving, and pierced Fluttershy with a smoldering bedroom gaze. "My turn," she said with a wicked grin. She sprang to all fours, then pounced Fluttershy like a lion going for the kill.
"Meep!"
"WOO-HOO!" Pinkie cheered, stripping naked and tackling Rainbow Dash, who yelped in protest and giggled as Pinkie's hands went up her shirt and down her shorts.
"Ah cannot believe y'all," Applejack muttered, shaking her head and leaving the room.
By sunrise, Rarity resigned herself to replacing the carpet in her bedroom altogether.
Sunset Shimmer walked into the AV room after school. It was empty save for the senior who had called her here: Hi-Def, the president of the AV Club. He was a thin guy, not muscular but not scrawny, with almond skin, dark brown eyes, and dark reddish-brown hair in a layered, feathered style. He was actually quite attractive; off the top of her head, she could name at least four girls and two guys who wanted to go out with him. He was, however, something of an introvert who cared more about making, editing, and critiquing videos than he did about socializing with his peers outside of the AV Club. That he had texted her asking her to drop by surprised her.
"You wanted to talk to me?" she asked.
Hi-Def turned around. "Close the door please," he said.
"Okay," Sunset said. She closed the door, then walked over to a padded bench and sat down. "What's up?"
Hi-Def turned a chair around and straddled it, looking at her with a hard expression. "You remember last Spring, right? The day you came in here before the Spring Fling?"
Sunset cringed, rubbing her left arm with her right hand and looking away. "Yeah..."
"You found out we were helping Rarity with her PV for Princess of the Spring Fling."
"Yeah, I remember."
"You and your little turd brigade bullied the whole AV Club and trashed a lot of our equipment. Three of my guys quit the club on the spot."
Sunset bowed her head. "I'm sorry..."
"Sorry's not gonna cut it, Sunset," Hi-Def said. "You destroyed my laptop that day. My personal, high-end, top-of-the-line laptop that I hadn't even had for three months yet. You wrecked it. I couldn't get it fixed."
Sunset's face fell. "Oh my God...I'm...I'm so sorry..."
"That laptop cost me fourteen hundred bucks, Sunset," Hi-Def said. "Not my parents. Me. I'd been saving up for that since I was fourteen."
Sunset played with the hem of her skirt.
"Do you have any idea how many cars I had to wash? How many burgers I had to flip? How many sno-cones I had to sell? How many old ladies' fat disgusting feet I had to squeeze into too-tight, too-small shoes? I gave up two whole summers, every Saturday for three years, and a lot of school holidays working just to save up for my dream computer." He gave her a hard stare. "And then you came in here and threw it across the room."
Sunset started to cry.
"You owe me," Hi-Def said. "That's why I called you here today."
Sunset looked up. "I...don't have that kind of money," she said. "I've got maybe like four hundred bucks, but I kinda...need it."
"I didn't expect you to give me money," Hi-Def said. "I have something else in mind." He got up, walked over to a storage cabinet, and pulled out a plastic package slightly larger than Sunset's bookbag. "I'm gonna make a video, and you're gonna be the star."
Sunset blinked. "Umm...a video?"
"That's right." Hi-Def handed her the package. "This is your wardrobe. Go get changed, then come right back." He put his hands on her shoulders and looked at her seriously. "You owe me," he said. "You want to do whatever it takes to make it up to me, right? You've been going around school saying you're trying to turn over a new leaf."
Sunset gulped and nodded. "Y-yeah, but...what kind of video?" She opened the package and peeked inside. She blinked. "Is...is this...?"
"Go change," Hi-Def said. "I'll get the cameras set up." He looked into her eyes. "You do this, and we're square. If not, I'll have to sue you." He looked honestly apologetic about the prospect of taking her to court.
Sunset swallowed heavily. Being dragged into court in this world would be...incredibly bad for her. "Alright," she said.
"Be sure to put on everything," Hi-Def called to her retreating back.
* * * * *
Ten minutes later, Sunset Shimmer returned to the AV room wearing an outfit that made her feel incredibly self-conscious.
She wore a pale yellow cardigan over a white blouse with a big red bow at the collar, as well as a pleated dark green plaid skirt that was slightly shorter than the skirt she usually wore. She also wore loose white knee-high socks and plain brown shoes. Lastly, she wore a pair of large, round, rimless costume glasses. She tugged ineffectually at her socks, which kept slipping down around her ankles. "These socks are way too baggy," she said.
"They're supposed to be," Hi-Def said. "They're called loose socks for a reason."
"Oh." Sunset shuffled her feet. "Umm...why...why did you have underwear in with this?"
"Goes with the costume," Hi-Def said. "You did put them on, right?"
"Y-yeah," Sunset said. She looked down at her feet, toying with a lock of her hair. "Umm...Hi-Def? What...exactly...are you expecting me to do?"
Hi-Def turned to look at her. "Just do whatever I tell you to do," he said. "One thing, though. I need you to act...meek. Shy. Submissive. Can you do that?"
Sunset grimaced. "I...don't know..."
"You're friends with Fluttershy, right? Just...just act like her."
"Hey, that's not very nice!"
"Sorry, I didn't mean to insult your friend. I just meant...she's kind of, well..."
"A doormat, yeah." Sunset sighed. "Okay. Act like a doormat. I...can try." She took a deep breath. "One question before we start."
"Hmm?"
Sunset walked around to look Hi-Def right in the eyes. "This outfit, the glasses, all this..." She steeled herself. "You're making me do porno, right?"
Hi-Def wouldn't quite look her in the eyes. "Fourteen hundred bucks, Sunset Shimmer. What do you think?"
Sunset grimaced. "I'm...not sure I'm comfortable with this. Actually, I'm pretty sure I hate this idea."
"Look..." Hi-Def said. "You're smoking hot. You have an amazing body. A porn video of you? I'll clear two thousand in a couple of weeks easy. Whatever I make over the cost of the stuff you and your goons trashed is yours."
Sunset frowned. "Yeah...thing is...I'm a lot of things, but I'm not a whore..."
"You're also not a legal citizen," Hi-Def said. "Your lease is illegal. Your enrollment in this school is illegal. I don't even want to know how you have the money to be in the apartment you're in." At her guilty expression, he frowned. "Yeah, I did my homework on you. How does it feel, being on the receiving end of your own bullshit?"
Sunset sighed. "I guess I deserved that," she admitted. "You're being kind of a dick about this whole thing, though."
"Fourteen. Hundred. Bucks. Fat sweaty feet. Tiny shoes. Summers I'll never get back."
Sunset cringed. "Okay okay, sheesh," she said. "So, uhh..." She shifted awkwardly.
Hi-Def pointed to a padded bench, around which Sunset could see three small cameras. "Just sit there and follow my lead. And remember—"
"Shy, meek doormat, yeah, I got it." Taking a deep breath, Sunset sat down on the padded bench.
The lights on the three cameras turned on.
Hi-Def sat down next to Sunset Shimmer. He caressed her face, then untied the bow at her throat. He unbuttoned her sweater and slid his hand beneath the wool, kneading her breast through her white blouse. She shuddered, closing her eyes. She whimpered softly.
With his other hand, Hi-Def stroked the inside of Sunset's thighs, teasing them apart. Sunset squirmed and allowed her legs to be spread open, showing the camera directly in front of her the buttercup-colored silk panties she wore. Hi-Def's hand trailed up Sunset's thighs, brushing aside the scant fabric of her skirt. He traced the meeting of silk and skin with his fingertip, then slowly pried the silk aside, exposing Sunset's labia to the camera.
"D-don't," Sunset whimpered, covering her face with her hands.
Hi-Def spread Sunset's sweater open, then began unbuttoning her blouse, exposing smooth amber skin. He stroked her stomach for a long moment, even as his other hand brushed against the edges of her slit. He reached up and pulled Sunset's face around to his, seizing her lips with his own as he spread her blouse, slid his hands up her back, and unhooked her bra. He pushed the loose cups up and away from her breasts, letting them fall free into his hands. He kneaded them, taking her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Sunset let out a soft, whining moan, the heat in her cheeks making her face match her hair. Hi-Def lowered his head to Sunset's chest and took one nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before releasing it with a wet pop. He let one hand fall back to her crotch, pulling her panties further to the side, exposing more of her sex to the camera. He ran a finger along the length of her slit, then pried her open. He rubbed her clit, drawing a sharp, shaky gasp from her, then rubbed circles around her inner opening with his thumb. Wetness began to glisten in the bright lights of the room as he worked at her sex with one hand while fondling her breasts with the other. Sunset turned her head away, gasping and moaning quietly, biting her knuckles as Hi-Def spent several minutes touching and stroking her body.
After a while, he stood up and dropped his own pants, exposing himself to her. He took her left hand and placed it on his cock; she rubbed its length, a look of hesitation and resignation on her face. He took hold of her chin and turned her face toward him, then brought her head forward, positioning his shaft directly in front of her mouth. Trembling, Sunset ran her tongue over the tip of his cock; he placed a hand on top of her head and held her still as he thrust between her lips and into her mouth. She gave a strangled cry as Hi-Def's dick pounded against the back of her throat; she closed her eyes and grunted into him as he fucked her mouth, slowly at first, then faster after a couple of minutes. She worked his shaft and balls with her hand, holding her hair away from her face with her other hand, always making sure the camera had a clear view of Hi-Def's cock pounding into her mouth.
Hi-Def grunted and hissed as he thrust deeper and faster. Sunset nearly choked several times. Finally, he pulled his dick out; it throbbed, twitched, and unloaded a spray of cum all over Sunset's face. It splattered on her glasses, it got in her hair, it beaded on her lips and ran in thick strands from her chin. She could even feel it on her bare chest. "You got it all over me," she whimpered.
Hi-Def took hold of her hand and placed it on his flagging dick. She could feel the cum squishing between her fingers, but didn't resist as he made her stroke him until he started to stiffen again. Then, he pulled her to her feet. He lifted her skirt and pulled her panties down. Once they lay in a puddle of silk around her feet, he guided her back onto the bench, then made her lie flat on her back. He spread her legs wide, then straddled her; his dick was rising to full mast. He rubbed it against her slit, nuzzling her clit with the tip. She moaned and gasped and whimpered, covering her face with her hands.
Hi-Def placed his hands on her hips to steady her, then thrust into her. Sunset cried out, biting her knuckles. The first thrust was slow, exploratory. Once Hi-Def had pushed in a couple of inches, he pulled out, then thrust in again, harder and deeper, almost hilting. Sunset's body bucked; her back arched, thrusting her breasts upward. "Ahh!" Sunset cried. "N-not so hard..."
Sunset moaned, whimpered, and cried as Hi-Def fucked her; the sound of her ass slapping against him filled the room as he hilted over and over again, faster and faster. "Ah, ahh, AHH!!" Sunset gasped out, screwing her face up as her body pumped, arched, and bucked with the rhythm of the pounding.
"Oh God," Hi-Def grunted. "You're so tight..."
"Nnnnnhhhhnnn..."
"I'm...!" Hi-Def gasped out. "I'm about to...!"
Sunset's eyes flew open. "Not inside!" she shouted in genuine fear and alarm.
"Can't...!"
"Don't come inside me!" Sunset pleaded.
Hi-Def let out a strained grunt and pulled out just in time; jets of semen spewed out all over Sunset's thighs, mound, and skirt. Hi-Def fell back onto his ass, his dick lying on the cold vinyl of the bench. Sunset whimpered as she lay there, shuddering, looking into the camera with sad, scared eyes behind her round glasses.
Hi-Def reached into his shirt pocket, pulled out his phone, and tapped the screen. The lights on the cameras went off. "Okay, we're done."
Sunset sighed and sat up. "Thank God," she said, taking off the costume glasses and tossing them away. "That helpless doormat act was getting really hard to keep up." She ran her hands through her hair, then immediately regretted it. "Damn, you made a mess all over me."
"You look so hot covered in jizz," Hi-Def said.
Sunset rolled her eyes. "Perv." She grimaced as she wiped some cum off her face, studying it. "Got any wet wipes or anything so I can kind of get some of this crap off?"
"Sure." Hi-Def walked over to a supply cabinet, pulling out a huge canister of baby wipes. He brought it over to Sunset, who gratefully accepted it and began cleaning herself up. "So, uhh..." Hi-Def fumbled for his pants and pulled them back on. "I, uhh..." He coughed. "I gotta say...fucking you is probably the most awesome thing I've ever done in my entire life." He snorted. "Hell, just getting to fuck you makes up for the whole laptop thing by itself."
Sunset smirked. "Yeah, I'm pretty much the best you'll ever get," she said.
"I dunno," Hi-Def said. "I've done it with some pretty hot cosplayers at comic conventions."
"Really?" Sunset blinked. "Huh."
"But the whole roleplay thing...that made it hotter."
"You mean you got to make me be your meek little fantasy girl," Sunset said, rolling her eyes.
"That was..." Hi-Def grimaced. "That was part to make the video sell better, and part...well..."
"Part what?" Sunset asked, folding her arms.
Hi-Def looked away. "I wanted...to humiliate you," he said. "I wanted to force you to be the kind of girl you used to bully and tease."
Sunset looked away. "I see," she said uncomfortably. She trembled slightly. "I..."
Hi-Def watched her expectantly. "Yeah?"
Sunset shook her head. "Nevermind." She sighed. "I hope your little video sells. More importantly, I hope it doesn't ruin my reputation."
Hi-Def shrugged. "I'm only selling it in Neighpon," he said. "They really go for that kind of thing over there."
Sunset grabbed the buttercup silk panties off the floor and put them back on, then sorted out her bra, blouse, and sweater. As she was hooking her bra, she paused. "Say...how'd you get my measurements, anyway?"
Hi-Def snorted. "Please. Every guy in school knows your measurements by heart. There isn't a guy at CHS who doesn't want to fuck you. Even before your little attitude adjustment."
Sunset blushed furiously. "I...somehow never really noticed that," she said quietly. "Wow. School's gonna be really awkward tomorrow..." She shook her head. "I'm keeping this outfit. Might find a use for it."
"Sure."
Sunset stood up, giving herself the once-over for stray cum, loose buttons, or any other indication that she'd just had sex on school grounds. "So I get whatever's left after you pay for the stuff I broke?"
"Yep."
"Cool." She paused. "Umm..." She blushed. "You know, the whole being on camera and having to act like Fluttershy thing sucked, but...the actual sex, I didn't mind so much." She wrung her hands. "Maybe...if you're lucky...we can do that again sometime."
Hi-Def smiled. "Just you, me, no cameras, and the real Sunset Shimmer next time? Yeah, I'd like that." He started taking down the cameras. "Later, Sunset."
"Later." Sunset left the AV room and headed out the front doors.
At the school entrance, she ran right into Rarity.
"Good heavens, Sunset Shimmer! Whatever are you wearing, darling?"
Sunset Shimmer sat in the hard wooden chair in front of the Vice-Principal's desk, a look of miserable contrition on her face. Luna stood by the window, hands clasped behind her back; Celestia leaned against the wall to Sunset's right, arms crossed, a stern expression on her face.
"And that's just to start," Celestia said. "We'll have to see how sincere you are about your attitude adjustment after your two months are up."
"But..." Sunset Shimmer wrung her hands. "Two whole months? When...when am I supposed to find time to do all that making friends with those girls stuff Princess Twilight wants me to do?"
"That's for you and the girls to work out," Celestia said. "You understand that given the severity of your actions, your punishment must be suitably harsh."
"I know," Sunset said miserably.
The idea of two months' detention...frankly sucked. Talk about a way to kill her social life before she even had a chance to create one...
Sunset looked at the two principals, searching their faces, trying to think of any possible way out of her dire situation.
Which, of course, she realized, was her nasty, self-absorbed, walking-the-path-of-the-dark-side self talking.
As she studied the two women, a thought occurred to her. "Umm...maybe...I might have another idea for my punishment," she said.
Luna's frown became more stern. Celestia raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"
Sunset swallowed heavily. "I...I know about...that little hobby the two of you have. You know, on the weekends."
The sisters exchanged a concerned glance. "What...exactly are you referring to, Miss Shimmer?" Luna asked.
"Well..." Sunset licked her lips. "Let's...let's just say that I know your safe word is 'Oreos'."
Luna paled. Celestia turned red. "Are you threatening to blackmail us?" she asked dangerously. "Because if that's the case, I'll expel you this second—"
"No, no!" Sunset cried, waving her hands frantically in a placating gesture. "That's...that's not what I'm saying at all!" She ducked her head. "I mean...yeah, I was...kind of hanging onto that as a trump card, just in case I ever needed it, but—"
"Who else have you told about this?" Luna asked sharply. With a sick look of dread, she said, "Do...do Snips and Snails—"
"HELL no!" Sunset cried. "I mean...no, they don't. I...do have lines I won't cross."
"Do you now," Celestia said in a soft but steely tone. "Spying on your principal and vice-principal in their own home isn't one of those lines, I see."
Sunset cringed. "Well..."
"So if you're not threatening to share our...little secret," Celestia said, "why bring it up at all?"
"Well," Sunset began, "I...I was thinking..." She wrung the hem of her skirt in her hands. "Umm...what if...what if I offered to be your slave for a couple of weekends? You could...you could do whatever you want to me."
Celestia frowned. "Young lady, that is extremely inappropriate!"
Sunset arched an eyebrow. "And the things you do with your own sister aren't?"
Celestia flinched. "Touche," she said sourly.
Luna stroked her chin thoughtfully. "Perhaps this merits further thought."
"Luna!" Celestia gasped, scandalized. "This is one of our students!"
Luna shrugged. "She's old enough to make her own choices."
"Way old enough," Sunset said. "I'm really over twenty, despite looking like this."
"Seriously?" Celestia asked, blinking. "How does that even—"
"As I was saying," Luna said, "we have been looking for something new to try." She strode over to Sunset's side and cupped her chin in one hand. "The idea of a willing young sex slave...it's actually rather appealing, don't you think, sister?" She made a show of studying Sunset. "And she is rather attractive. In all honesty, I'm somewhat jealous of her curves."
Celestia frowned. "Me too," she admitted.
Sunset smiled.
Celestia sighed, running her hands through her hair. "This has bad idea written all over it," she said. "This is the kind of thing that could cause a scandal if it got out."
"So we don't let it get out," Sunset said with a shrug. "If anybody does see me going to your house, we can say I have weekend detention."
Luna tapped her cheek with a finger. "It's plausible," she said.
Celestia leaned forward. "Sunset Shimmer...if you do in fact know what Luna and I do in private—" she frowned deeply at that. "—then you know our, ah...fun can get rather intense."
"And painful," Luna added.
Sunset shrugged. "Do your worst," she said. "At least it won't be as boring as sitting in a stuffy classroom every afternoon for two months."
"Punishment is supposed to be boring and tedious, young lady," Luna said.
Sunset raised an eyebrow. "That thing you did with the car battery didn't look boring," she said. "Actually, it looked pretty painful."
"Oh god, the car battery," Celestia said with a sick grimace. "Yeah, we're so over the car battery." She sighed and shook her head. "I can't believe we're even having this conversation."
"I don't know, Tia," Luna said with a faintly evil leer. "I'm suddenly looking forward to introducing Miss Shimmer to Mr. Licorice."
"Well, that would certainly qualify as punishment," Celestia said. "You'll have to be careful about leaving visible marks on her, of course..."
"So," Sunset said cheerfully, "tomorrow, at your place?"
Luna and Celestia exchanged a glance. Celestia sighed and nodded. "Very well," she said. "Report to our house tomorrow morning for your weekend detention."
* * * * *
Saturday morning found Sunset naked and strapped to a padded table in the parlor of Celestia and Luna's house. The curtains were drawn, and several low-light lamps shed a soft glow over the room. Soft classical music played from hidden speakers, and a pleasant scent of vanilla and plums wafted from heated air fresheners.
Luna and Celestia stood over Sunset. Luna wore a corset, thong, thigh-high boots, and elbow-length gloves, all made of shiny black leather. In one hand, she held a long, black leather whip which she caressed lovingly. Celestia wore a similar outfit, but in red satin; rather than a whip, a rolling table stood beside her, with a tray on top that held a variety of instruments Sunset was certain would soon be used either on or inside her body.
"She has such perfect breasts," Luna said. "It's not fair." She looped her whip around one of Sunset's breasts and began pushing and pulling it this way and that. Sunset's breath hitched.
Celestia pulled off one of her gloves and stroked Sunset's thigh, then slid her hand up to Sunset's sex. She softly caressed Sunset's mound before gently teasing open her pussy and stroking her inner folds. Sunset let out a gasp and shivered, goosebumps prickling all over her body. "Oh my, she's very sensitive," Celestia said. She picked up a small purple vibrator from her tray, turned it on its lowest setting, and rubbed it against Sunset's inner lips and clit. Sunset gasped loudly, arching her back and thrashing around.
"I kind of want to break out our special toys right now," Luna said longingly.
Celestia shook her head. "No...there's plenty of time for that later. For now, let's just enjoy her. There's so many things we can do to her..." She turned up the vibrator and jammed it against Sunset's clit, eliciting a startled squeak. Celestia smirked and fondled Sunset's ass as she teased her with the vibrator.
"Mmm, indeed," Luna said. She caressed her whip, then uncoiled it and took three steps back. "Well then, Miss Shimmer...let's get you acquainted with Mr. Licorice!"
Sunset gulped and braced herself.
Luna drew back the whip, then snapped it out with the speed of a striking cobra. It cracked against Sunset's left nipple, sending her breast wobbling. Sunset screamed in pain.
"Luna," Celestia said tiredly, shaking her head. Sunset's breast had an angry red mark on it, already beginning to fade. Celestia smiled at Sunset. "She does tend to get a bit carried away," she said apologetically. "I mean, I want to hear you scream in pain as much as she does, but there's just no build-up the way she does it."
Sunset whimpered.
"Whip her later," Celestia said to Luna.
"Very well," Luna said, laying her whip aside. She took hold of Sunset's breasts and spent a long moment fondling them, pinching and twisting her nipples. "I really am jealous of your breasts," she said. "Look at her nipples, Tia! Look how perky they are!" Chuckling, Luna picked up a pair of plastic clothespins. With a malicious smile, she clamped the pins onto Sunset's erect nipples. Sunset cried out. Smirking, Luna picked up a long, tapered red candle. "Do you like candles, Miss Shimmer?"
"Oh God," Sunset moaned.
Luna struck a match and lit the wick, holding the candle up so Sunset could see the bright little flame at the tip. "Now, let's play a little game..." She held the candle at an angle and slowly began moving it in a circle above Sunset's torso. Sunset followed the candle with nervous eyes.
Celestia took a push pin from the tray beside her and pressed the tip against Sunset's clit. Sunset yelped, twitching away from her, struggling against her bonds. With a smile, Celestia slowly, carefully dragged the sharp point of the pin across Sunset's clit, closing her eyes and purring at every gasp, scream, and curse Sunset let out.
Just as she decided Sunset had had enough time with the pin, the first drop of wax from the candle landed an inch above Sunset's navel. She cried out, screwing her eyes shut.
"Aww...does it burn?" Luna asked mockingly.
Sunset forced her eyes open and looked up, swallowing nervously as a second drop of wax fell, landing directly between her breasts. She choked back a sob.
"That must burn," Celestia said. "Let's cool you down a little." She reached into a small bowl on the tray and picked up an ice cube. She rubbed it against Sunset's mound. Sunset yelped and squeaked, eyes flying open as she stared down at Celestia.
"What—?"
Celestia spread Sunset's pussy lips wide and pressed the ice cube into her opening, pushing it completely in.
Sunset screamed. "GAH! GET IT OUT! GET IT OOOOOOUT!" she started crying brokenly, thrashing and shaking.
A drop of wax landed on her breast.
"If you want it out, you'll have to melt it out," Celestia said. "Your pussy is already so hot and wet...it shouldn't take long."
Sunset sniffled, trembling. Tears streamed from her eyes.
Another drop of wax landed on her shoulder.
"That's enough wax, Luna."
"Yes, Tia." Luna blew out the candle and put it away.
Sunset tensed up, whimpering as the burning sensation of the cooling wax and the freezing sensation of the ice in her pussy slowly equalized out. A slow trickle of water dribbled out of her pussy as the ice melted from her body heat. Gradually, Sunset relaxed, sniffling.
"All better?" Celestia asked. "Good. Now...before we go any farther, there's one little matter that needs to be addressed." She ran a finger through Sunset's curly pubes. "I don't really care much for pubic hair. Do you, Luna?"
"Not especially."
Sunset's breath hitched as Celestia slowly, deliberately shaved her pubes, applying perhaps a bit more pressure than was required.
"There," Celestia said with a smile. "Now we can finally get started."
"Get started?" Sunset asked. "What...what do you call all this?"
"Well, you know how your ex-boyfriend Flash has to tune his guitar before a show?" Celestia asked. "I call it that."
Sunset swallowed heavily. "Oh God..."
* * * * *
Sunset hung suspended from a metal hook on the ceiling to which the handcuffs binding her wrists had been attached. She could just touch the floor with the tips of her toes if she stretched as hard as she could. Her ankles were bound with electrical tape.
"Now, we're going to play a little game," Celestia said as she and Luna circled Sunset like a pair of hungry sharks. "Luna and I will be taking turns. When it's my turn, I will ask you a question. If you don't give me an honest answer, we'll punish you. It's up to us to decide whether or not your answer is truthful. When it's Luna's turn, she's going to tell you a truth about yourself. And then she's going to punish you."
Sunset wriggled around. "So this is what, psychological and physical torture?"
Luna's whip snapped against her midsection. "SHUT YOUR FILTHY COCK SUCKING MOUTH, YOU DIRTY LITTLE WHORE!"
Celestia coughed delicately. "Thank you for that demonstration, Luna. Now, let's begin." She moved to stand in front of Sunset; Luna stood behind her. "First question: Did you fuck Snips and Snails to get them to do your bidding?"
"What?! NO!" Sunset cried.
Celestia looked past Sunset's shoulder. "Do you believe her?"
"Yes," Luna said. "No woman alive has so little respect for herself that she would spread her legs for those hideous little urchins." Celestia and Luna exchanged places. Now standing in front of Sunset, Luna screamed, "EVEN IF SHE'S A WRETCHED LITTLE TRAMP THAT CAN'T RESIST SUCKING EVERY DICK SHE SEES!" She snapped the whip twice against Sunset's hips.
"I do NOT!" Sunset cried.
"LIES!" The whip struck her right in the mound; she screamed.
"Alright, Luna, enough. My turn." The sisters traded places again. "Second question: How did you get those two dipshits to obey you?"
Sunset bowed her head in shame, tears rolling down her cheeks. "I strung them along," she admitted hoarsely. "I let them believe maybe someday I'd have sex with them."
Celestia sighed. "That's pathetic," she said. "But...you wouldn't be the first woman to do that."
Once again, Luna moved to stand in front of Sunset. Sunset flinched in anticipation of the screaming and the whip. "NO ONE WILL EVER LOVE YOU! YOU'RE GOING TO BE SOME MAN'S PLAYTHING UNTIL HE GETS TIRED OF YOU AND THROWS YOU AWAY LIKE GARBAGE!" The whip caught Sunset along the side of her left breast.
Sunset hung her head, crying freely.
"Third question," Celestia said softly. "Were you just using Flash Sentry when you were together?"
"Yes," Sunset whimpered.
"YOU'RE WORTHLESS!" Luna bellowed, whipping Sunset in the left armpit.
"Last question," Celestia whispered. "Are you truly sorry for everything you've done?"
"Yes," Sunset said hoarsely. "I am. I really am."
The whip bit into her ass. She flinched. "I MEAN IT!" she yelled. "I'M SORRY!"
Again, the whip struck her ass.
"I'M NOT LYING! I'M SORRY!"
"I know you are," Luna said.
The whip struck again, then again, then again.
"That's enough, Luna," Celestia said.
Sunset hung her head, hot tears pouring down her cheeks.
Celestia lifted Sunset's chin. "We're going to go have lunch now," she said. "We'll leave you here to think about things. But before we go..."
Luna fitted a ball gag into Sunset's mouth, securing it tightly. Celestia held up a large, purple dildo with a clear gel tip and a white handle. She gave it a slow, sensual lick, then rubbed it against Sunset's pussy. Sunset squirmed. Luna forced her thighs apart, and Celestia shoved several inches of the toy into Sunset's sex, then turned it on. Sunset squirmed and whimpered as it writhed and buzzed inside her.
Then she felt a wet pressure against her asshole as Luna spread her ass cheeks wide and shoved a smaller vibrator up her butt. Sunset let out a muffled cry of surprise and pain as the little toy whirred to life, buzzing against the insides of her ass.
Celestia smiled and patted Sunset's cheek in a motherly fashion. "See you in a couple of hours," she said. The sisters left, closing and locking the door behind them.
* * * * *
Sunset hung suspended, face-up, from a complex array of ropes, bound in the Neighponese shibari style. Her arms were tied behind her back, with her wrists tied tightly; ropes encircled her torso just above and just beneath her breasts. Her ankles were tied to the lower set of ropes, bound tightly together; this bent her knees back as far as they would go and forced her thighs apart.
Celestia and Luna had tied her up and then left the room, promising to return shortly. Almost an hour had passed since then.
The door opened again, and the two women entered. Both were nude.
Both sported huge, erect dicks.
"What the—?!" Sunset gasped, jaw dropping.
Celestia smiled. "Do you like them?" she said, gesturing at her cock. At Sunset's confused, horrified expression, she laughed musically. "Oh, they're not real," she said, waggling hers back and forth. "My sister and I had these custom-made. They were quite expensive. We had to have them custom-fit so that the straps would be invisible, then color-matched to our skin tones." She walked up to Sunset and rubbed the false cock against her breast. "Feel that? The same texture as a real dick. They even have a special feature..." She smiled secretively. "Well, you'll see soon enough." She shifted to stand directly in front of Sunset; her strap-on bobbled in front of Sunset's mouth. "I think you know what to do," Celestia said, even as Luna walked around to stand behind Sunset.
Gulping, Sunset opened her mouth. Celestia gently held her head as she guided her false cock into Sunset's mouth.
"Now, Miss Shimmer," Luna said, "for the remainder of this exercise, as far as you are concerned, my sister and I are in fact possessed of genuine penises. You are to treat these instruments as though they are part of our bodies."
Sunset felt the tip of Luna's dick rub against her pussy.
Celestia thrust her cock deep into Sunset's mouth; Sunset gagged and tried to pull away. "Suck it good," Celestia said. "Suck it like you'd suck Flash Sentry off if you wanted something from him."
Shamefully, Sunset dragged her tongue along the length of the very realistic vein on the underside of Celestia's dick, which slipped in and out of her mouth with smooth, even strokes.
Luna took firm hold of Sunset's hips and penetrated her, driving her cock as deep as it would go. "Mmm...you're surprisingly tight, Miss Shimmer," Luna said as Sunset let out a cry that was muffled by Celestia's dick. She wriggled around, testing Sunset's pussy and making her shudder, then pulled out slowly, waiting almost three whole seconds before suddenly, sharply hilting herself.
Sunset's scream came out as a cock-muffled squeak. Her breasts bounced with the force of the thrust. Celestia reached out and seized one of Sunset's breasts, kneading it roughly as she fucked Sunset's mouth. "God, you're a hot little bitch," Celestia said.
Sunset closed her eyes and grunted as the sisters fucked her forcefully. After several minutes, something happened she was not expecting:
Celestia's dick exploded in her mouth, spraying thick seed down her throat. Celestia stepped back, letting her cock fall out of Sunset's mouth with a slick, wet pop.
"What..." Sunset coughed. "What the hell?" She turned her head and spat cum onto the floor, then cried out as Luna started fucking her harder and faster. "Ah...! AH! Not so...not so hard! Ah! AAHHHH!"
And then Luna came.
As Luna pulled out and stepped back, letting her cum dribble out of Sunset's pussy, Sunset stared at Celestia. "How...if they're just strap-ons...?"
Luna slapped her hard on her mons. "What did I tell you?!"
"It's okay this one time, Luna," Celestia said. She walked over to the desk, spit and semen hanging in thick, stretchy strands from her appliance. She picked something up and held it up for Sunset to see. "Our strap-ons are very special," she said. "They're fitted to accept these lovely little capsules. They're full of artificial semen...it simulates the texture, taste, and smell of the real thing, but of course contains no actual sperm. They're designed to burst forcefully when sufficient pressure is applied."
"Like the same amount of pressure it takes to make a man come?" Sunset guessed.
"Exactly!" Celestia beamed as she opened a well-hidden compartment on her strap-on and inserted a new capsule. Luna walked over to the desk, took a capsule, and reloaded her own.
"Do you think we have enough, sister?" Luna asked.
"We should," Celestia said. "We'll probably need to make a trip to the shop before next weekend and restock." Celestia made some adjustments to the ropes suspending Sunset, lifting her so that she had access to her ass. "Have you ever had anal sex, Sunset?"
"No," Sunset whimpered. "Wait...don't—!"
Sunset screamed as Celestia rammed her cock up her ass.
"OH GOD!" Sunset cried. "Stop! It hurts!"
"This is your punishment for blowing up my school, you little demon bitch."
Luna stood over Sunset's face, stroking her own dick vigorously with one hand as she watched Celestia fuck her. Sunset screamed and cried as she bucked and swayed with the terrible, violent force of the pounding Celestia was giving her. "We really should've set up cameras for this," Luna mused.
"What? No!" Sunset yelped.
"No, Luna," Celestia said. "This is not exactly the sort of behavior we want there to be video evidence of. We'd be fired, disgraced..." She looked down at Sunset. "Probably arrested," she admitted as she gave Sunset a particularly hard, sharp thrust.
"True," Luna said with a sigh. Her dick shuddered and sprayed a gout of cum all over Sunset's face.
Tears streamed from Sunset's eyes as Celestia came in her ass. She let out gasping, hitching breaths as the sisters began adjusting and untying various knots on her harness. After several minutes' work, Sunset was no longer hanging from the ceiling, but instead was suspended between the sisters. She whimpered as Luna fucked her in the ass while Celestia fucked her pussy. Her breasts bounced and her head lolled; tears poured from her eyes. They pumped her forcefully, hungrily, and mercilessly for several minutes before coming inside her at practically the same time.
After that, they untied her and laid her on the floor. For the next hour, they used Sunset's hands, breasts, and feet to get themselves off over and over again, until Sunset was covered head to toe in fake jizz. Then they tied her wrists and propped her up against the wall, giving her a front-row seat as they fucked each other for another half hour before collapsing in a tangled, sweaty heap.
* * * * *
Sunset grabbed her bag and swung it over her shoulder as she pulled on her boots and stepped out into the late afternoon sun. Behind her, Celestia and Luna stood in their slacks and sweater-vests and smiled at her. "So, Miss Shimmer," Luna said, "we'll see you again next weekend for special detention?"
"No thanks," Sunset said. "I think I'll just do regular detention from now on."
"Aww," Luna pouted. "But we so enjoyed having you!"
"If you ever change your mind, you're always welcome," Celestia said. "As to your detention..." She shrugged. "I think you've learned your lesson." She smiled. "You're free and clear. See you at school tomorrow!"
"Uhh...actually, I think I'm gonna call in sick tomorrow," Sunset said. "I'm kinda...sore." She rubbed her wrists. "And then there's the rope burns..."
Monday is the worst, most soul-crushing day of the week.
Every Monday, you force yourself out the door, drive to your horrible, nightmare-inducing job, and put up with unbelievable amounts of bullshit from your customers, co-workers, and bosses. After that, you use some of your meager pay to buy yourself a cheap, nasty bite of supper before you head home (because on Mondays, you really don't feel like coming home and cooking). Then you have to deal with the godawful nightmare that is rush hour traffic when you're already suffering from a legendary headache, and all you want to do is rush home, lock yourself in your apartment, chug down a couple of beers, and pass out in front of the TV.
And for most of your adult life, that's exactly what you've done.
But recently, your life has taken a bizarre turn. You've become the plaything of the universe, and for the better part of a year (or has it been more than a year now? You're not even sure anymore), Monday brings with it a new, special evil, unique to you and you alone:
Insane, inconsiderate talking, fire-setting, bed-breaking, all-your-food-eating, farting ponies appearing in your bed as though it's the most natural thing in the world.
Ever since it started, you've been incapable of relaxing on Mondays. It's not that all your pony visitors are terrible. But most of them are. And you're never quite sure what you're going to find when you open your bedroom door.
You finally make it to your parking spot, kill the engine, get out of the car, and stagger up to your apartment. As soon as you're through the front door, you throw the greasy takeout bag from your barely edible dinner in the trash, kick off your shoes, toss your keys on the counter, and shuffle down the hall.
There's no use in putting off the inevitable.
You brace yourself and open the door to your bedroom.
There's a teenage girl in your bed. A gorgeous, curvy, sexy bombshell of a teenage girl. She has flawless amber skin and long, wavy copper hair with golden streaks. She's wearing a sleeveless magenta top that leaves her shoulders bare and a short orange pleather skirt. She's barefoot; her legs are long, graceful, and perfect. Her beautiful face is a study in serenity as she sleeps. Her well-endowed chest rises and falls softly.
Over by your desk, a black leather jacket with silver studs on the collar is folded over the back of your chair, and a tall pair of black boots with purple flame deco stands against your bedside table.
As you move closer to get a better look at her, she shifts in her sleep, drawing one leg up a bit. Her thighs part for a brief moment, and with her already-short skirt riding up ever so slightly, you get a spectacular glimpse of deep purple panties.
Just the sight of her fills you with desire. She's easily the sexiest, most perfect girl you've ever laid eyes on. You gently lift her feet and sit down on the foot of the bed, laying her legs across your lap. She shifts slightly, wriggling deeper into the bed, but shows no signs of waking. You caress her bare legs, enjoying the smoothness of her skin. You inhale deeply and the enticing smell of whatever shampoo and perfume she uses fills your nose, like warm cinnamon and spice.
You're getting hard.
As you stroke her legs, wondering whether or not she's going to wake up, you entertain the notion of giving her breast a squeeze through her top. Or maybe sliding your hand under her shirt. Or up her skirt. It would be so easy...
Who is this girl, and how did she end up in your bed? Sure, it's not the first time a teenage girl has appeared in your bed instead of a pony—you shudder as you remember the unholy terror a certain Sonata Dusk unleashed upon your bathroom—but by and large, hot chicks showing up in your bedroom is a depressingly uncommon phenomenon.
You're torn between waking her up to find out who she is and how she got here, doing the gentlemanly thing and leaving her alone to sleep, and giving in to your desires. Your dick is rather insistently advocating that last option, and you realize that you've already put your hand up her skirt and are rubbing her thigh. You quickly jerk your hand out and lean back, heart hammering in your chest.
You glance at her face, and she's still asleep.
God, she's beautiful...
You reach out and gently run your fingers through her hair.
"I don't know who you are," you whisper, "but you're beautiful, and you have no idea how bad I want to fuck you."
She turns slightly, drawing her knees a bit closer in. You tense up, watching and waiting.
She's still fast asleep...
You need to touch her. You can't help yourself. You decide to stick to rubbing her legs for now. Those amazingly sexy legs...
You look at her feet. They're perfect, slender, delicate, each toe exactly the right size...you can picture her wearing a pair of sexy high-heel sandals with ankle straps...
You take hold of one of her feet and rub it gently. Her feet are soft and smooth. It's so amazing...
Even rubbing her feet doesn't seem to be waking her up, so you spend several minutes enjoying the warm softness of her beautiful, sexy feet, feeling every contour of each toe. There are no blisters, calluses, or corns...just perfection.
Your dick is throbbing, demanding release.
You can't take it anymore...
You fumble with your zipper and push yourself up off the bed, wriggling out of your pants and boxers. You manage to slide them down your legs and let them fall in a heap by the bed without disturbing the sexy pair of legs in your lap. Free to stand tall and proud, your dick twitches.
You have an idea. It's a bad one. It's going to get you in real trouble.
You gently grasp the beautiful girl's feet and wrap them around your cock, firmly squeezing yourself between her soles. Using her feet, you vigorously stroke yourself off, pressing her toes around the tip of your manhood. The sensation of those cute toes kneading your sensitive tip is incredible...
Faster and more desperately, you rub yourself off with her feet, grunting with each lustful stroke. The pressure that's been building ever since you found this smoking hot girl in your bed finally explodes, spraying thick gobs and strands of your seed all over her feet, her legs, your legs, and the bed. You let go of her feet and sag back, panting.
"That's really gross, you perv."
Panic seizes your heart in an icy grasp. Slowly, you turn...
Bemused, slightly annoyed teal eyes are glaring at you above lips pressed in a thin line.
"Seriously. What made you think any of what you just did was a good idea?"
You swallow heavily. "Oh God," you whisper. "Oh God...oh shit, I'm sorry...I—"
She sits up. "You thought I wouldn't wake up," she says.
You hang your head. "I guess," you admit.
She sighs and lifts one leg, wiggling her toes. Sticky webs of cum stretch between them. "Bleah," she utters.
You start to babble. "I'm sorry! It's just, I came home, it's Monday, Mondays always suck, then there's always some crazy pony in my bed, I'm tired, I wasn't sure what I'd find in here, I came in, I saw you, you're the most amazingly beautiful, sexiest girl I've ever seen, I...I got so hard..."
She holds up a hand. "Stop. Just...stop." She sighs and looks around. "I was wondering whose room this was," she admits. "It's your place?"
"Yeah."
"Sorry for taking a nap on your bed."
"N-no, it's fine. I don't mind."
"Uh-huh." She gives you an amused look. "I see how much you don't mind me being on your bed." She wiggles her cum-covered toes again for emphasis.
You hang your head. "I don't...usually do things like that to sleeping girls. Or teenage girls in general." You shake your head and look at her. "I don't know what got into me. It's just...it's like I look at you and I can't control myself. You're just so...so amazingly hot..."
She ducks her head and blushes. "Thank you," she says. She tilts her head. "So why my feet, anyway?"
"Huh?"
"Why were you doing that to my feet? I mean, you pretty much could've done anything you wanted to me..."
You shrug. "It just...it just seemed like a good idea at the time."
"Jizzing all over my feet seemed like a good idea?" she asks, brow furrowed.
You feel your face heating up. "You have really sexy feet," you say.
She shakes her head and laughs. "You're weird." She sighs.
"Umm...so..." You introduce yourself.
"I'm Sunset Shimmer," she says.
Wow. That almost sounds like a porn star name or something. It's a sexy name for a really sexy girl. You frown as that reminds you once more of a past visitor... "You don't happen to know a Sonata Dusk, do you?"
Sunset blinks. "Yeah, I do actually, why?"
"She was here several months ago."
Sunset raises an eyebrow. "You didn't jizz all over her too, did you?"
"No," you say. "We ate tacos together."
Sunset snorts. "That figures." She sighs and leans back on her hands, shifting uncomfortably. "So, uhh..." She flaps her messy feet and frowns. "I kinda wanna wash this off, but I don't really wanna get it all over your carpet, even if it is your fault."
"How about...how about I go get a basin and some soapy water and...and wash your feet?" you suggest.
Sunset shrugs. "Sure, why not."
You round up a plastic hospital basin, fill it with warm, soapy water, and grab a towel and washcloth, then return to the bedroom. You move the desk chair over to the bed and gently, attentively wash Sunset's feet. Once you've finished drying them, she sits up and hangs her feet over the edge of the bed. "Thanks," she says. She looks at you and frowns. "So...just out of curiosity, are you ever gonna put your pants back on?"
Oh God...this whole time, you've been flapping your dick at her! The worst part is that now that she's called attention to it, you're starting to get hard again. Or maybe you were already hard while you were washing her feet...
"On second thought, nevermind," she says. A blush is creeping up her face. "It'd probably hurt too much with a boner like that, huh?"
This whole awkward situation has you feeling like a creep, a jerk, and a pervert. It'd be the best thing for all involved if you left the room, slept on the couch, and stayed out of the bedroom until whatever force brought Sunset here takes her home.
And yet, part of you doesn't want this night to end.
A hard, hot, throbbing part of you, yes, but still.
Sunset idly kicks her heels against the side of the bed. "So, uhh—"
"I want you," you blurt out.
Sunset pauses and stares at you.
Swallowing, you reach out and touch her cheek. "I've never...I've never wanted anything so much in my entire life," you say, "as I want to have sex with you right now."
She shies away from you, frowning. "Uhh, yeah," she says. "I get that. I mean, I just woke up with you jizzing all over my feet, that's...that's pretty self-explanatory."
"Yeah." You sigh. "I just...I needed to say it. I mean, I'm not expecting you to...or anything. I just...I needed to say it."
An awkward silence descends, during which your dick decides to lie down for a nap.
Sunset wrings her hands. "Can I ask you something?"
You nod. "Sure."
"If...if I hadn't woken up when I did..." Sunset seems nervous. "What...what would you have done to me?" She looks at me with those beautiful teal eyes. "Would you...would you have raped me?"
"No!" you exclaim. "I...I didn't even touch your body or try to undress you or anything! I just..." You grimace. "Well, I felt up your legs, and...on your feet, yeah, but..." You shake your head. "I wouldn't have..." You sigh. "I guess it doesn't mean much to say that after what happened."
Sunset shrugs. "You could've done a lot worse to me," she says. "So I guess...thanks for not...y'know..."
"Yeah..."
You glance at the clock. It's a little past eight. In less than four hours, Sunset Shimmer will be gone and you'll probably never see her again. You look down at your hands. "Listen...Sunset..."
"Yeah?"
You hesitate. Even asking is a bad idea, but...
You turn to look at her.
You still want her. You want her so bad...
She catches you looking her over and frowns slightly. Those gorgeous teal eyes pierce yours as she folds her arms. "What is it?" she asks.
You take a deep breath. "Is...is there...any chance whatsoever of anything happening tonight?"
Sunset raises an eyebrow. "You mean, any chance of me having sex with you?"
"Yeah."
She grimaces and looks down at her lap. "That's all I am to you," she says sourly.
"You know, you're right, and I'm sorry," you say. "The fact is, I've had a shit day, I've had a shit year, I haven't had a girlfriend in forever and my last girlfriend was the original bitch from hell, and your incredibly hot body landing in my bed is pretty much the only really good thing that's happened to me in I don't know how long. So I'm sorry if I've got a one track mind, but right now all I can think of is how a couple of hours with you might just get me through another miserable week."
She studies me silently for a minute. "And now you're trying to guilt me into having sex with you," she says.
You sigh. "Yeah. I am." You chuckle. "I'm pathetic..."
Sunset laughs ruefully. "I can relate to feeling pathetic," she says. "I've had my share of that, and it really sucks..." She runs her hands through her hair and sighs. "You know what? What the hell. As long as there's no chance of this getting back to my friends or anybody else I know, I guess...I guess I don't mind giving you a pity fuck."
You snort. "A pity fuck, huh?"
"Do you want me or not?"
You reach out and caress her cheek. She doesn't flinch away this time. "If...if I'd met you under normal circumstances," you say, "I...I'd have wanted to get to know you, spend time with you...I don't think a girl like you would give a loser like me the time of day, but..." You put your hand behind her neck and pull her close. "I'd have tried. For a girl as beautiful as you, I'd have tried." You pull her close and seize her lips with yours. She doesn't return your kiss at first, but after a while, she gives in and kisses you back, putting her hands behind your head and leaning into you.
When you break apart, she gives you a sad smile. "I'm not all that special," she says. "The truth is...I'm a mess. I've hurt so many people, I've done some really terrible things...I'm just now kinda trying to move past all that, to...to make people see I'm not that person anymore." She laughs. "Until recently, my body was the only beautiful thing about me." She sniffles and wipes her eyes.
You wrap your arms around her and hold her close. "Let's...let's make each other feel special, just for tonight." With that, you take hold of the hem of her shirt and pull it up. She raises her arms over her head, allowing you to strip her top off, then reaches behind her back and unhooks her purple bra. You toss her shirt aside, then pull her bra away from her chest and drop it off the side of the bed. You gaze upon her large, round, pert breasts. Her nipples are perky and perfect. You gently grasp her breasts and knead them, pinching and twisting her nipples with your thumbs and forefingers. She gasps and arches her neck, closing her eyes. You feel her hand on your cock, grasping and stroking you. "Oh shit..." You hiss. "Do that and I'm gonna mess up that nice skirt..."
Sunset smiles and slides off the bed, kneeling in front of you. Giving you a sultry look, she takes you into her mouth and slowly, sensually sucks your dick. Her tongue is warm and wet and feels amazing. You tangle her hair in your hands and thrust up into her mouth, throwing your head back and grunting as her lips slide up and down your shaft...
It isn't very long before you come in her mouth. She sits back, nearly choking as she flails for a tissue. Grabbing one from the box by the bed, she spits your load into it, then tosses it in the wastebasket. She coughs for a bit. "Sorry," she says. "I don't swallow."
"That's okay," You say. You seize her under the armpits and pull her to her feet, then remove her skirt, sliding it down her long, sexy legs. You kiss her just above the waistband of her panties, running your hands over the smooth skin of her bare stomach and sides, before slowly peeling off her panties. Her mound, with its sparse red and gold hair, is enticing. Her pussy lips are puffy and flushed. There's the faintest glimmer of moisture on her sex...
You kneel on the floor in front of her and start kissing her mound, her inner thighs, her labia. She moans as you rub her pussy with your thumbs, teasing her open and licking and kissing her. You spread her open and run a finger over her inner folds, then kiss her clit, gently sucking on it. She gasps sharply. Her pussy is getting wetter and wetter, slicking your chin with her juices...
You slide back onto the bed, stretching out with your back against the headboard, and take Sunset's hand, guiding her back onto the bed. She straddles you; you grab her ass and knead it, pulling her into position. Your cock is stiff again and rubbing against her mons; she shifts around and takes hold of you, guiding you into position. "Are you ready?" you ask.
She takes a deep breath and nods, putting her hands on your shoulders.
You put your hands on her hips and pull her down as you thrust up into her. She cries out as you drive your cock up into her. "Oh God," she moans. She lifts herself up, then bears down hard, pulling more of you inside.
"You're so tight," you grunt as you slowly fuck her. She grinds against you, gasping and grunting with each buck of her hips. Her breasts bounce in your face; you take hold of her left breast and stroke it while kissing and sucking her nipple. She arches her back, pressing her breasts into your face and arching her neck as she moans, whimpers, and grunts. She's so tight, and she's fucking you so hard...she's doing more of the work than you are...
Just as you're about to come, you lift her off of you, struggling to pull your dick out of her tight, hot pussy. She lets out a confused whimper. you slide out from under her and turn her over, laying her on her back. You cover her, pulling her thighs up around your hips as you penetrate her with just your tip, then, with your hands firmly on her hips, fuck her hard, fast, and deep. She cries out, ragged moans ripping out of her throat as you pound into her.
"Ahhh...! Ahh! Too hard! Oh my god...!"
"I'm...about to...come!"
"Ahh! Not inside...!"
"I can't...! Ngh! Stop!" Your dick feels like it's about to explode. "I'm coming...!"
Sunset squirms and thrashes under you, trying to push away enough to release you even as she bucks her hips sharply up to take more of you in. Her body wants your seed...
You pump once, twice, three times...a total of four times, filling her with your cum. Panting, you roll over on your side, laying beside her. Your flagging dick trails a string of cum across her thigh as more of it pools around her crotch. You slide an arm under her and pull her close, kissing her passionately and fondling her hair. She kisses you back, running her hands over your arms and chest.
"I'm sorry," you say as you break the kiss. "I couldn't stop."
She smiles. "It...it's alright," she says. "I'm a little scared, but...but it's alright." She leans into you, wrapping her arms around you. "I'm glad we did this," she says.
"I wish you could stay forever," you say.
"I wish you could come back with me," she says.
You hold each other, not saying another word. Your eyes feel heavy...
Sunlight stabs your eyes through the stark blinds on your window.
You're in bed alone, naked, and nasty. There's crusty, dried semen and vaginal fluids everywhere.
You sit up, feeling more depressed than ever. You had one perfect, wonderful night—or at least as close to it as you're likely to ever get—and now you're alone again.
You scrub your hands through your hair and sigh. You can still smell her...
As your eyes clear, you look around the room and realize that all her clothes are still here.
Well...at least you'll have something to remember her by...
You sigh and head for the bathroom. It's Tuesday, today's going to suck, and you need a hot shower.
Sunset Shimmer stared at Pinkie Pie, face slack with disbelief. "What."
"Pleeeeeeasie-weasie?" Pinkie pleaded, clasping her hands beneath her chin and giving Sunset her brightest, most winning smile and biggest, shiniest blue eyes.
"Pinkie! Just...no!" Sunset said, shaking her head violently.
"But...but..."
Sunset pinched the bridge of her nose. "What even possessed you to ask me to do something like that?"
Pinkie scratched her cheek. "Well..."
* * * * *
Cheese Sandwich sighed and shook his head. "I just don't know," he said. "I mean, they're all kinda...well...gee, what's the word I'm looking for here..."
"Skanky?" Pinkie suggested.
"Yeah, that's the word." He shook his head. "I mean, it's fine for some of the guys? But...I know Shiny. Skanky girls are a major turn-off. If I hired one of those girls for his bachelor party, he'd be totally turned off and miserable."
"Gee...yeah...that's a real problem," Pinkie said. "I mean, it's his last night as a single dude, he's gotta have the bestest time of his life..." She tapped her chin, frowning. "What's his type?"
"Shining Armor likes wholesome girls...girls that are pure, pretty, and sexy without being skanky." Cheese Sandwich shrugged. "Y'know, like the girl he's marrying."
Pinkie laughed. "Wow. I think you're setting the bar a little high there, Cheesie. I don't think you're gonna find a stripper that measures up to Cadance."
Cheese sighed. "True." He shook his head. "I mean, if it was just a matter of finding some naughty girl to get paid to take her clothes off, but...I want to hire somebody Shining Armor will like. Somebody he'll have a good time with, know what I mean?"
Pinkie hummed thoughtfully. "Hmm." She brightened. "I could! ...no, that'd be really weird. For a lot of reasons."
Cheese grimaced. "Yyyyyeah, no offense? I mean, you've got a nice body and all, but I just...don't think you're cut out to be a stripper."
Pinkie shot him a sideways glance. "Is that a challenge?"
"No, it's not! Gah!"
Pinkie giggled. "We'll put a pin in that for now." She shook her head. "No, I just...don't think I'd feel comfortable with that. I mean, this is a bachelor party, you need a girl who's all leather and sass and swinging her hips and..." Her eyes widened.
"Cheese? I know exactly who to hire."
* * * * *
"Forget it," Sunset said, folding her arms. "I am not stripping for Twilight's brother and his drunk horny friends!"
"But...!" Pinkie leaned forward. "Sunset, you're way sexier than all those professional strippers! And you'd have an extra incentive to make sure Shining Armor has a really good time...because he's your bestie's BBBFF!"
"Who I wouldn't be able to look in the eye after, EVER! And then Twilight would be all like 'Sunset, why are you and Shining Armor so awkward around each other?' and I'd be all 'Oh...no reason...' and she'd know I was lying and it'd just—"
"Lying about what?" a new voice intruded. Sunset Shimmer froze.
Twilight Sparkle sat down at the table, a large, heavily caffeinated beverage that probably had more sugar and whipped cream in it than actual coffee in hand. She pushed her glasses up with one finger while she toyed with the straw in her cup. "What's going on?"
"Nothing!" Sunset said hastily.
"I'm trying to hire Sunset Shimmer as the stripper for Shining Armor's bachelor party," Pinkie said matter-of-factly.
"GAH!" Sunset cried.
Twilight blinked. "Seriously?" She studied Sunset critically as she sipped her drink. Sunset froze, eyes wide in fright. After a long moment, Twilight shrugged. "Yeah, I can see that."
Sunset fell over. "WHAT?!"
"You've got the right body for it, you're not skanky, you're pretty close to the type of girl Shiny always used to drool over before he hooked up with Cadance..." Twilight gestured vaguely with one hand. "It's not like it'd be the worst thing you've ever done."
Sunset stared at Twilight in disbelief. "What."
"See? Even Twilight thinks it's a good idea!" Pinkie said cheerfully.
Sunset slammed her face against the table. "What is wrong with you two," she muttered.
"Didn't you need that really expensive part for your bike?" Twilight said. "The one you can't afford right now and still be able to eat for the rest of the month?"
Sunset frowned. "Well...yeah..."
"Cheesie's paying three hundred," Pinkie said.
Sunset looked up. "Stop pimping me out!"
"I'm not pimping you out, silly! I'm offering you a job stripping at a friend's bachelor party! Totally different thing!" Pinkie grinned. "If I were pimping you out, I wouldn't go less than five."
"Five? Really?" Twilight said. "I think eight would be the minimum."
"I can't believe we're having this conversation," Sunset groaned.
"Oh come on, Sunset!" Pinkie said. "Three hundred bucks to shake your titties at Twilight's brother! You can fix your bike, Shining Armor gets the best bachelor party ever...it's a win-win!"
"I don't think it's a win-win at all," Sunset grumbled. She looked up at the other girls and sighed. "I'll think about it."
"Great! The party's Friday night. Oh, and it's also Shining Armor's birthday. So it's a birthday bachelor blowout!"
* * * * *
Sunset finished touching up her makeup and straightened her top. She had opted to don the outfit she'd customarily worn so long ago, before the Battle of the Bands, before the first time she'd ponied up with her friends. It had been a long time since she'd last worn the orange pleather skirt, the magenta top, the biker jacket, and the purple-and-black flame motif boots. "I can't believe I agreed to this," she muttered.
A knock sounded on the door to Twilight's bedroom, which Sunset was using as her dressing room for the occasion. "You're on in five," Cheese Sandwich called through the door.
"Alright," she replied.
Five minutes later, Cheese knocked on the door again. "We're ready," he said.
Sunset took a deep breath, opened the door, and strode out into the hall, following Cheese. At the entrance to the living room, he motioned for her to hang back. She stood out of view, waiting for her cue.
* * * * *
Shining Armor held out his glass for his friend Pierce to top him off. Around him, the guys he graduated with and some of the guys who had just been starting off at Crystal Prep during his senior year were gathered around, laughing and drinking and having a grand time. Off-color humor ran rampant through the crowd of wealthy, priveleged prep kids, fueled by booze and a general lack of good taste.
Cheese Sandwich, the only completely sober guy in the house, walked in and dimmed the lights slightly. "Everyone, we have a very special treat for our birthday boy and soon-to-be groom," he said.
Everyone sat up, watching attentively. Shining Armor leaned forward, glass cupped in both hands.
"Now, since this is a bachelor party," Cheese said with a grin, "well, there's one thing no bachelor party is complete without."
"Booze!" one of the guys shouted. The others chuckled.
Cheese laughed. "Well, yes, but there's one other thing." He crossed over to the sound system, adjusted the volume and equalizer, and pressed play. A strong, slow, seductive beat pounded out of the speakers, led by a fuzzy guitar riff.
A girl sauntered out of the hall, sashaying her hips as she walked, her wavy copper-and-gold hair swinging behind her. The guys around Shining Armor cheered wildly and let out raucous catcalls.
Shining Armor gripped his glass more tightly and began to sweat, as he was the only one present who actually knew Sunset Shimmer.
Sunset stalked into the room, a superior smirk on her face as she swayed her hips to the beat and flounced her hair. As the singer began to croon sensually in Spanish, Sunset gripped the lapels of her jacket and slowly slipped it down her shoulders, bending low as she did so. The guys hooted and hollered as Sunset's jacket slipped down her arms; she thrust her hips and thrashed her body as she stripped it off, swinging it loosely above her head as she rose to her full height. She handed it off to Cheese, who hung it up in the closet.
Her teal eyes smoldering as they scanned over the partygoers, Sunset danced sensually, her hands caressing her body, her hips, her ass, and her thighs as she swayed to the music. Then, she took hold of the hem of her magenta top in both hands and slowly, teasingly lifted it up, exposing inch after glorious inch of smooth, bare amber skin. Higher and higher the shirt went...
And then she let it fall, smirking at the boys as she turned around and bent low, shaking her ass at them. Then, in one quick, fluid motion, she stripped off her shirt and flung it across the room, standing and whipping around to face her audience, her breasts straining against the too-small wine-red strapless bra she wore. The guys cheered wildly.
Shining Armor drained his glass in one swallow.
Sunset tilted her head back, swaying in place and loving her body with her hands, then raised one booted foot and placed it on the table. Swinging her body forward and letting her voluminous hair curtain her face, she grabbed a half-empty vodka bottle off the table, took a long swig from it, holding her pose long enough to make sure every man present caught a glimpse of the red thong she wore under her skirt. She then climbed fully up onto the table, kneeling down in front of Shining Armor and leaning forward. Smiling seductively at him, she refilled his glass, deftly avoiding the groping hands of the man next to him.
As the fevered bridge began, Sunset stood up on the table and danced, unzipping her skirt and slowly sliding it down her hips. With a deft flick of her foot, she kicked it into Shining Armor's lap, grinning at the look on his face. She then spent nearly a full minute caressing herself, eyes closed, as she danced slowly in place on the table. She turned around and displayed her mostly-bare ass to her audience, daring them to cop a feel.
At a lull in the music, Sunset stepped down off the table and turned to face her audience. Smiling, she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. A cheer went up from the men. She smirked and grasped the cups of the bra, shimmying in place as she teased them by letting it fall just slightly...then pulling it back up before her nipples could be exposed. She repeated this several times before finally, with a flourish, stripping the bra away and tossing it into the air.
Shining Armor's friends fought to catch it.
Shining Armor himself could only stare, transfixed, at her bare breasts. He gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he once again drained his glass.
Sunset swayed her hips and let the drooling, drunk men gawk at her tits for a full chorus of the song before reaching out a hand to Shining Armor. Numbly, he leaned forward and held out his hand; she took hold and pulled him to his feet, then guided him around the table and began grinding against him, pushing her bare breasts against his chest as she wrapped her arms around him and laced her fingers behind his head. His friends hooted and hollered and whooped.
When Shining Armor began to thrust against her, she spun him back over to his seat and roughly threw him back down. She then raised her left foot onto the table and slowly removed her boot, then set it upright on the table, gesturing at it with a flourish.
Most of the attendees fumbled for their wallets and stuffed wads of cash into the boot. Sunset smiled and winked at them, then collected her boot. As the music faded, she turned to saunter back down the hall...then paused, turned back, and grabbed Shining Armor by the collar. His friends clapped and whistled as she dragged him back down the hall to his sister's room. "Wait, what are you—?"
"I've done what I was paid to do," Sunset said. "I'm off the clock now." She smirked at him as she threw him down on Twilight's bed, then closed and locked the door. "This part? Is your birthday present."
"Uhh..." Shining Armor started to look panicked. "Sunset, this..."
"Shh," Sunset said, setting the boot full of money next to her bag on the dresser and removing its match. She crossed over to the bed and straddled Shining Armor, rubbing her tits in his face. He tensed up, eyes wide and sweat beading on his face; Sunset ran her fingers through his hair, then took hold of his hands and placed them on her breasts. Shining Armor relaxed slightly, letting instinct take over; he slowly caressed and kneaded Sunset's tits, licking and biting at her nipples. Moaning, Sunset started grinding against him, feeling his dick strain against his pants. She slid back slightly and undid his pants, freeing his shaft, which she caressed with one hand before sliding forward, rubbing her thong-clad crotch along his length. Shining Armor grunted and groaned as the pressure built; he lost control and came all over her thighs.
Sunset slid off the bed and stepped back. "Happy birthday," she said. "Now, get yourself cleaned up and go back to your party. I've got to get home."
"Uhh..." Shining Armor stared stupidly at her for a long moment, then shook himself. "Uhh...yeah. Yeah. Th-thank you. Umm..." He stood, then stumbled to the door, fumbled with the lock, and shambled down to the bathroom, his pants dragging around his knees.
Sunset snickered, then sighed and started cleaning herself up. Twenty minutes later, she'd changed into the spare outfit she packed, counted her money, stashed it in her bag, headed out the back way, and was well on her way home.
Pinkie and Twilight were waiting for her at her apartment, eating pizza and watching a movie. "So? How did it go?" Pinkie asked.
Sunset grinned. "Well, I can afford to fix my bike." She set her bag down at the end of the couch, flopped down next to her friends, and grabbed a slice. "Hell, I can probably buy a new laptop."
"Did my brother behave himself?" Twilight asked.
Sunset turned and smirked at her. "You might want to burn your sheets."
"GAH!"
Sunset kicked her heels up on the table and laughed.
Twilight Sparkle stared, slack-jawed, glasses askew, at the screen of her laptop. Her cheeks, ears, and neck burned feverishly red, and her hair frizzed out randomly from its normally neat ponytail and straight bangs. A stuck, stuttering sound emitted from her throat, not quite words or a scream, but the sound of a human brain suffering a Blue Screen of Death. Her broken stutter couldn't quite drown out the moans and grunts drifting up from the speakers.
Rainbow Dash and Rarity walked into the yearbook club room, talking lightly and laughing about something. "Hey Twilight!" Rainbow called cheerfully. "Man, you shoulda been there, we just saw—" She blinked as Twilight's frozen state registered. "Twi? You okay?"
"Gnaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa—"
"Goodness, Twilight, you look positively a fright!" Rarity said.
"—bnghhhhhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee—"
Rainbow waved a hand in front of Twilight's frozen face, frowning. "Yeah, she's gone," she said. She turned her attention to Twilight's laptop. "What, did they lose a probe on Uranus or some—" She cut off abruptly, her eyes going wide. "Uh, hey, Twi, umm..." She bit her lip. "Look, I ain't gonna judge or nothin', I mean, I like watchin' that kinda stuff too, but maybe you shouldn't be watchin' it at school?"
"Whatever do you mean, Rainbow Dash?" Rarity asked curiously, moving in beside her. She glanced at the screen, and her face flushed. "Oh—oh my," she said. "Y-yes, perhaps it would be better to...yes..."
The video playing on Twilight's laptop showed a close-up view of a woman's bare backside, bouncing up and down on a man's stiff cock, his large hands kneading her jiggling ass. Ragged moans accompanied each slap of his balls as he hilted inside her.
"So...yeah...probably a good idea to turn this off before anyone else shows up, right?" Rainbow Dash said as she pulled up a chair, turned it around, and straddled it, her hand going for the volume dial. "Man, she's railin' that guy hard!"
"Honestly, Rainbow Dash!" Rarity scoffed, though she made no move to stop the video or swat Rainbow's hand away from the volume control. "How do you intend to explain this to anyone who happens to wander in and catches you watching something so lewd?" She frowned and looked up at Twilight. "And you, for that matter! This is very unlike you, Twilight! Why ever would you be risking the embarrassment of being caught watching pornography in public, at school no less? Why—"
Rainbow Dash suddenly leaned back from the screen, face pale. "No way," she breathed. "No frickin' way."
Rarity paused in her tirade to give Rainbow an exasperated look. "Oh, honestly, Rainbow Dash, what now?"
Rainbow pointed a shaking finger at the screen. Rarity leaned in. Her eyes widened. She let out a shocked gasp.
The woman in the video had changed position, and her long, wavy copper and gold hair had swung into full view of the camera, hanging loose in her sweaty, flushed face. Teal eyes rolled back in their sockets, her tongue lolling out as her partner moved to take her from behind.
* * * * *
A camera lens peered out from under a pile of old blankets on a weatherbeaten old foot locker. Across the room, Sunset Shimmer smoothed clean, well-worn sheets onto her bed, her royal purple terrycloth bathrobe swishing loosely around her body and her orange fuzzy slippers slip-slapping against the carpeted floor.
The doorbell rang. Sunset took a deep, cleansing breath, then padded down the hall from the bedroom to the living room and answered the door. The man on the other side was in his fifties, with a few greasy, sweaty patches of dark brown hair still barely clinging to his mostly bare scalp, a perpetual scrub of five-o'-clock shadow, saggy grey eyes in a tanned, weatherbeaten face, and a broad frame with thick, hairy arms and a bit of a pot belly. He wore faded, stained jeans, loafers, and a plain brown T-shirt. He had a small brown paper bag dangling from one hand. "Hey, uh, Sunset," he said in a tired, reedy voice.
"Sal," Sunset nodded, stepping aside to let him in. As soon as Sal crossed the threshold, she locked the door behind him, then moved to sit down in her favorite recliner, adjusting her robe just so as she crossed her legs. "So, did you want to do anything special this time? Any roleplay or—"
"Nah, nah, no time," Sal said. "My niece has a thing tonight, I'm gonna have to get shaved and do the whole suit and tie thing, takes me a while." He fidgeted. "Actually, there's one thing, but it's a little weird."
Sunset gave Sal a half-smile. "I can handle weird," she said with half-lidded eyes.
Sal put the bag in his lap and pulled out a pair of black strappy sandals with four-inch heels. "Could you, eh, put these on while we're doin' it? They're Lisa's."
Sunset blinked. "Your daughter's?"
"Yeah." Sal shifted. "And...and could you maybe call me Daddy?"
Sunset's insides squirmed, but she nodded. "Sure," she said. She stood and crossed over to the sofa, taking the sandals from Sal, then kicked off her own slippers and put them on. The fit was close enough, so she walked around in them for a second, then beckoned Sal to follow her with a crook of her finger. She led him to her bedroom, where she turned to face the door. As soon as Sal entered, she stripped off her robe, revealing a strapless lacy black bra and matching high-cut panties that left tantalizingly little to the imagination. She favored him with a pouty look. "I've been a bad girl, Daddy," she said in a sultry tone.
"Oh I know, baby girl," Sal said as he fumbled with his belt buckle. "Daddy's gonna punish you real good..."
Unnoticed by either, a red light and a smaller, flashing green light lit up on a drone hidden under a pile of blankets.
Sunset got down on her knees in front of Sal and helped him drop his pants, freeing his already-stiff cock. She let out sultry, encouraging moans as she worked his shaft with one hand while dragging the length of her tongue along the vein before flicking it around his tip, then taking him partway into her mouth. She looked up at him as she held there for a minute before going down on him, grunting and moaning as his cock prodded the back of her throat again and again. It didn't take long for Sal to come—it never did—and Sunset counted maybe three minutes before she was showing him a wad of cum on her tongue before slowly swallowing it, then languidly wiping cum from her face with her fingers and gingerly wiping it off on a baby wipe. "Oh, Daddy, it's so good," she moaned throatily.
"I've got more for you, baby," Sal said as he sat down on the edge of the bed. Sunset slowly stood up and shimmied her hips as she teased at her bra and panties, giving Sal a nice long show before first freeing her luscious breasts from their lace prison, then peeling off her panties to afford him full view of her flushed, eager sex. Keeping the borrowed shoes on, Sunset straddled Sal's lap. After stroking him with her hand and thigh to get him hard again, she guided him into her slit and bore down on him hard, taking all of him inside with one thrust. She moaned and grunted as she rode him, taking him fast and hard and deep, timing his breathing. She felt him seize up under her and pushed off, sliding out of his lap. He pumped empty air for a minute before slowing down, then reached for her. She smiled and turned to lay on her side on the bed. Sal squatted behind her and arranged himself between her thighs, hauling one perfect orange leg up over his shoulder as he prodded at her slit with his twitching cock. She eased into him, and he thrust insistently into her, desperate for release. Sunset panted like a bitch, eyes rolling back in her head as her body jerked and shuddered.
* * * * *
"Is this...is this live?" Rarity asked, unabashedly staring at the video in which Sunset Shimmer now lay on her side and was being pounded by an overweight, middle-aged man with more hair on his dick than on his head.
Twilight, having finally stopped making her stuck noise, nodded mutely, eyes riveted on the screen.
"What—but—why didn't you say nothin'?" Rainbow asked. "We gotta go help her, she's bein'—bein'—" She faltered as Sunset crawled around on the bed and bent over, raising her ass into the air. She let out a loud, long moan as the man grabbed her hips and pounded her from behind. "Umm. Okay so maybe not, but—just—what?!"
The door blew open with the force of a cannon bolt. Pinkie Pie barged in, one hand raised in greeting. "Hi, ladies!" she said. Fluttershy walked in behind her with far more grace and infinitely less volume. "What's shakin'?" She bounded over to the table and peeked over Rainbow's shoulder. "Ooh, are we having a porn party? You should've texted me, I coulda brought pickles and popcorn balls to snack on! And sushi!"
"Why are you girls watching porn in the yearbook roooooooOOOOOOOOH MY—"
"Who even is that she's, ahem, rendezvousing with?" Rarity asked.
Twilight adjusted her glasses. "Her landlord," she said grimly.
"WHAT?!"
* * * * *
One Wednesday afternoon, Twilight was at Sunset's apartment; Sunset was helping Twilight calibrate her selfie-drone, but it was really just an excuse for the two girls to hang out and be dorky while their other friends were busy with other things.
"And so then I said—" Sunset was interrupted by the doorbell. "Hold on," she said, jumping up and heading for the door. "Who is it?" she called as she neared the door, reaching for the top lock.
"It's Sal," her landlord's gruff voice said through the wood.
Sunset opened the door. "Hey Sal," she said. "What's up?"
Sal's eyes shifted around nervously. "Here for your rent," he said quietly.
Sunset frowned. "Uh, Sal? It's only the 29th."
Sal scratched the back of his bald head. "Yeah, I know, but we're movin' Lisa up to Filly this weekend," he said. "It's gonna take four days, an' you know how it is, a long drive like that..."
Sunset winced. "Oh, uh..." She bit her lip. "Can you come back in like, two hours?" she whispered.
"Sorry," Sal said. "It's gotta be now."
Sunset grimaced. "Hold on just a sec." She retreated into the apartment, where Twilight had stopped working on the drone and was standing and watching her curiously.
"Something wrong, Sunset?" Twilight asked.
"Yeah, sorry," Sunset said. "I've got some business to take care of with Sal, it's gonna take the rest of the day. I hate to just run you out, but...can we pick back up tomorrow?"
Twilight nodded. "Sure, it's no problem," she said. She gathered up her things and gave Sunset a wary half-smile. "It's nothing serious, is it?"
"No, not really," Sunset said. "Just boring lease stuff. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"
"Okay. Bye!" Twilight left. Sunset closed the door behind her, leaned against it, and sighed heavily.
"So your friends have no idea, huh?" Sal asked.
"Of course not," Sunset snorted indignantly, averting her eyes. "You think I want anyone knowing I whore myself out to you just to have a roof over my head?"
Sal raised an eyebrow. "A fully furnished roof way above what a girl your age living on her own can afford," he pointed out.
Sunset smirked bitterly. "I do love my leather couch and my flatscreen," she said wryly.
"That's my girl," Sal said, setting a leather tool bag down on the living room table. "Now, let's get started, I brought something special with me today." He pulled a ball gag and a pair of handcuffs out of the bag.
Sunset winced. "Really, Sal?"
"I'm under a lot of stress with this move," Sal said. "I need a release. I know you can take it." With that, he walked over to Sunset, turned her to face the door, pushed her against it, and roughly seized her wrists, snapping the handcuffs on. Pinning her in place with one knee, he pulled her curtain of wavy hair aside and strapped the ball gag in place. She muffled protests through the gag as he pawed at her breasts through her shirt and groped her thighs and ass. Taking hold of her shoulders, Sal roughly marched Sunset across the living room and pressed her up against the corner window. On this side of the building, the line of sight from the street to the second floor was obstructed by the property fence and a few shade trees. One would have to be looking directly at Sunset's window to see anything unusual.
Such as a magnificent pair of bare breasts mashed up against the window and a gorgeous, ball-gagged girl with her eyes squeezed shut tight as her landlord pounded her in the ass like a jackhammer. Tears streamed from the corners of Sunset's eyes, the gag muffling her whimpers of protest, as Sal roughly held her in place by her hair while his cock rammed into her asshole over and over again, without any lube to ease the friction. Her skirt was pushed all the way up to bare her jiggling ass; every few thrusts, Sal would give her ass a sharp slap, drawing a harsh, muffled cry and a choked sob as drool puddled in Sunset's mouth, weakly dribbling through the gag in long, syrupy strings. Sal blew a load into her ass, then started roughly fingering her wet cunt as she heaved and panted and tried to clear her mouth of spit. As soon as he was hard again, he thrust his cock into her slit, pounding her harder and faster than before, pawing at her breast with his free hand.
In just a few minutes, Sal came inside her. She slumped against the window, eyes half-open and bleary, ass red and swollen. Sal grabbed her by the chain of her cuffs and dragged her toward the back of the apartment. "I've got forty more minutes, a camera, and a dildo the size of a horse cock," he grunted. "By the time we're through, you're not gonna be able to sit for a week."
Sunset whimpered.
* * * * *
"Her landlord?" Rainbow cried, looking from Twilight back to the video, squinting. "Oh my god it is," she said in dawning realization. "Eww!"
"Oh my goodness, oh my goodness," Fluttershy whimpered, hands covering her mouth. "Why is Sunset doing, umm...that...with...him?"
Twilight adjusted her glasses and bowed her head. "One day, Sal dropped by while we were working on my drone. He was pretty insistent on collecting the rent early. I don't think Sunset knew I overheard that part, because she said they had to deal with some 'boring lease stuff' and ran me off. I didn't think anything about it at first, but then the next month I noticed that Sunset said she couldn't hang out with us on the first of the month and was pretty evasive about why. And then I noticed a pattern."
"Now that you mention it, Sunset always is busy on the first of the month," Pinkie Pie said. "Even back when she was the queen meanie of the school..."
The girls looked around at each other in horror.
"Wait," Rainbow said. "You mean Sunset's payin' her rent with her pussy?!"
Rarity pulled a face. "Well, it...is the second oldest profession, as they say," she said.
"Poor Sunset," Fluttershy whimpered.
The door opened again. Applejack and Wallflower Blush walked in. "Howdy y'all," Applejack called. "Whut's goin' on, anything good?"
"Ah—"
"Um—"
"Er—"
"Oh...oh dear..."
Wallflower drifted over and stared at Twilight's laptop, blinking dazedly. "Why are you girls watching a video of Sunset Shimmer having sex with a middle-aged man?" She frowned. "Actually, why is Sunset Shimmer doing that and why do you have a video of it?"
"Y'all whut now?"
The girls caught in the act of watching shifted around awkwardly even as Sunset's loud, throaty orgasm rattled the laptop speakers. Applejack walked over and stared at the screen for a long moment. She raised her eyebrow. "That her landlord?"
"Yeah."
Applejack pursed her lips. "First of the month?"
"Yeah."
"So...rent's due."
"Uh-huh."
"An' Sunset Shimmer pays her rent by lettin' her landlord plow her field?"
"Looks that way."
"Huh." Applejack shrugged. "Well, it's a way to git 'er done."
Rainbow blinked. "Wow, you're awful calm about this. Shouldn't you be having a more, I dunno, prudish country reaction?"
Applejack snorted. "Sunset's a big girl, she can handle herself. 'Sides, it's dang smart. Only thing most guys want more'n money is coochie. Sunset's got 'erself a dang nice place t' live an' it ain't costin' her nothin' but her dignity. Ain't fer me nor y'all t' judge." She reached over and closed the video. "But damned if Ah'm gonna sit here an' let y'all watch."
The girls looked at each other guiltily.
"Umm...I'm gonna go," Rainbow said suddenly, squirming. "I got...stuff I forgot to do. Yeah."
"I believe I'll be leaving as well," Rarity said. "It is uncomfortably warm in here, I think I shall go home and draw a cold bath."
"Umm...yeah...I'm gonna go too," Fluttershy said.
"Not me!" Pinkie said cheerfully. "I don't feel the least bit awkward and I'm not gonna make up a weak excuse to go flick the bean!"
"Aaand you just made it awkward," Rainbow said with an annoyed sigh.
"Yeah, I'm just gonna...go," Twilight said, sliding out of the room. "Not for what Pinkie said, I just have a lot of homework. Yeah."
Ten minutes later, Micro Chips became the luckiest boy at CHS.
