Chapter 1: The Student Debt Was Totally Worth It
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Chapter 1: The Student Debt Was Totally Worth It
“And then he was found in the morning, covered in oil and without any pants on while tied to the lamppost!”
The groups of friends around the bar table burst out into laughter, the volume of their robust chuckles depending on how much alcohol they had consumed so far. The loudest came from a rainbow-haired individual who was the one who told the story, a large ring of empty glasses surrounding her.
"Haven't seen the loser since," Rainbow Dash concluded, knocking back another drink and scrunching up her face once the strong liquor traveled down her throat.
"Gotta say, Dash, I'm impressed," Applejack said, tipping her stetson to her shitfaced friend.
Dash tilted her head in Applejack's direction. "What, the part about that sorority party or the dumbass getting cockblocked?"
Applejack smirked and pointing a finger on Dash's nose. "Just impressed you actually went to college, is all."
Rainbow Dash got red in the face and slapped Applejack's finger away. "Didn't say I ever passed. But what about you, miss country bumpkin? You even go past elementary school?"
"Now girls, no need to get feisty," Rarity implored, the smartly-dressed fashionista resting a hand on either of their arms. "You get into another catfight at this bar, and you'll be kicked out for good."
Dash waved Rarity's hand off while rolling her eyes. "Oh yeah? Then what great college tales does little miss perfect have?"
Rarity pouted her lips and blushed slightly, suddenly taking great interesting in the wall as she turned her head away. "Nothing, really. Fashion school was dreadfully boring, other than the classes."
Applejack was the best to pick up on this, nudging Rarity with her elbow and winking at Dash. "Really, Rares? Not even a little fun here and there? Why, word ‘round town from some of your college friends beg to differ.”
Blushing, Rarity waved her hand at Applejack and nervously laughed. “Oh good heavens, darling, don’t believe every rumor you hear.” Glancing over quickly at Fluttershy by her side, she grabbed ahold of her friend’s arm and shook her to attention. “But what about you, Fluttershy? How did the college life treat you?”
Fluttershy shrugged, timidly swirling her drink of a weak ginger ale tonic. “Oh, nothing much, really. I did community college at a really small campus. Only took a couple of classes...” She shrunk up smaller under their scrutinous gaze, her flowing pink locks hiding her face. “S-sorry if that isn’t any good.”
Turning her attention away from Fluttershy, Rarity’s eye caught the view of Pinkie Pie gulping down an entire jug of beer in one go. “Oh Pinkie, dear, you of all people must certainly have some interesting experiences from college. Parties are your fortey, and colleges are quite know for their... bodacious parties.”
Finishing off her booze, Pinkie belched louder and wiped some beer foam off the side of her mouth. “I have no idea,” answered, reaching over to grab another full beer jug to down.
“But... didn’t you go to bakery school or something like that?” Rarity asked the pink-haired beer-guzzler.
“You know how much college is?” Pinkie asked, some of her beer spilling off the side of her jug to splatter on the table. “My folks were rock farmers. Rock farmers. We barely got enough money to eat, rather than spend the big bucks on a fancy edjumacation.” Pinkie shrugged her shoulders and sipped her drink. “Besides, you don’t need a degree for baking. Just clean fingernails and the ability to tell the difference between flour and rat poison.” Pinkie swallowed the last traces of beer from her drink, smacking her lips contently. “Well, most of the time...”
Before Pinkie could finish what exactly she meant by that, Twilight coughed quietly, instantly catching everyone’s attentions. “I, uh, have this one story I don’t *hick* mind sharing...” The fuzzy look in the bookish girl’s eyes didn’t really assure the others she was of the best of states mentally wise. But the purple-haired egghead was at least still sober enough not to go toppling out of her seat.
“Oh please,” Rainbow Dash scoffed, waving off her hand at Twilight. “You want to Canterlot University, the preppiest school for eggheads there is. What, did you do hardcore study sessions? Down shots after reading poetry? All night binges with calculus?” Dash and the rest of Twilight’s friends quietly chuckled, Twilight’s embarrassed blush making them laugh more.
“Yeah, well, I... um...” Twilight bit her lower lip. “I h-had some adventures in college too...”
“Sure you did,” Dash replied, leaning back in her chair with a foot on the edge of the table tipping her back as she took a swig from her drink.
“I probably got some more in college than you ever did,” Twilight said with a smirk, causing Dash to choke on her drink.
Leaning forward and coughing up her beer, Dash wiped the edge of her mouth from the fermented liquid and stared at Twilight. “Poindexter got stuffed more than me? Man, I must really be drunk now.”
Rarity rolled her eyes at Rainbow, tisking disapprovingly under her breath. Swirling the olive attached to a toothpick in her martini, Rarity said, “Well, no matter what Dash says, I’m sure rest of the girls and I would be delighted to hear your story.”
Twilight scratched her chin, slouching down in a very Fluttershy-like manner. “O-oh, well... I dunno about that...”
“Ha, knew she didn’t actually have any stories!” Dash laughed, lifting her mug up in the air for cheers.
Twilight’s lip pursed and a deep set frown appeared on her face. “Oh yeah, Dash? Well, I’ll give you a story! A story so good... so good, th-that it’ll knock your socks off!” Twilight was standing up now, pointing her finger dramatically at Dash that surely caught a few bar patron’s attention.
Dash smirked, kicking up her feet for Twilight to see. “First off, I’m wearing sandals,” she pointed out, wiggling her exposed toes. “And secondly, if your story does impress me enough, I’ll buy a round of drinks to the entire bar.”
Twilight sat back down in her seat and crossed her arms smugly. “Well, I hope your wallets deep enough, Dash, because you’re gonna drink those words. Along with me. I’ll take a whisky sour on the rocks, thank you very much.”
“You’ll wet your lip once we actually hear the story,” Applejack chuckled, tussling Twilight’s hair with an amused smile.
Scowling and slapping her friend’s hand away, Twilight stood straight in her seat and said, “Okay, so it began like any other night at my dorm. I was studying for finals like any normal person. Except for my roomie, however. Though Lyra was always a bit... okay, a lot on the strange side...”
“Oi, Twi, open up already!” Lyra shouted from the other side of the door in a harsh Stalliongrad accent, loud banging following her yells. “I’m bloody freezin’ out here!”
“I’m coming, I’m coming!” Twilight yelled back, stomping her feet down the hallway with her arms swinging angrily at her sides. Standing on her tiptoes to see through the peephole on the door, she stared at the disfigured appearance of her roommate. “Is it only you this time?”
She could vaguely make out Lyra throwing her hands up in the air and moving her face closer to her end of the peephole. “Does it look like I’m with anyone else? Just let me fuckin’ in already!”
“Okay, okay, chill out,” Twilight replied, quickly unlocking the latches and bolts on the door.
“Like I haven’t already,” Lyra muttered, just as Twilight threw open the door. Twilight could see why Lyra was complaining so loud, her roommate only dressed in skinny jeans that hugged her shapely legs and her favorite mint green, threadbare hoodie.
Lyra stamped her feet on the carpeted floor, kicking off bits of snow that had collected in her soles before she kicked off her boots. Twilight frowned at the mess she was making in the hallway, but was too tired to start another argument over cleanliness at this hour.
“Damn, it’s too fuckin’ cold outside,” Lyra complained, rubbing her arms to circulate more heat through her body as she walked down the hall to the more available warmth in the living room.
“Yeah, guess it’s like that in the middle of winter,” Twilight mumbled behind her, crossing her arms to collect more heat after exposing herself to the frigid temperatures outside when she opened the door. But luckily for her, she wore a thick purple sweater and thick slacks that provided her better protection from the winter weather.
Lyra threw off her hood, exposing her frosticle bit mint green hair with a single white lock running down on her face. Entering the living room and pursing her mint green lipstick covered lips while tapping her chin with a finger, she asked, “So, whatcha been up to?”
Twilight’s face went to a deadpan frown as she waved a hand at the assemble of books stacked high, notepads and binder filled with notes and writing, and countless empty pizza boxes leaning against the walls. “What does it look like?” Twilight asked.
Lyra shrugged her shoulders, making her way to the couch and flopping on it with a tired sigh. “I dunno. You becomin’ a hoarder or somethin’?”
Twilight groaned and facepalmed, returning back to her spot between two towering stacks of books she had to back-breakingly heft up the stairs to her dorm. “No, finals are next week. Not that you’d know anything about that, seeing as how you go out all night partying all the time.”
“Hey, I wasn’t out all night,” Lyra objected with a raised finger, not bothering to look up from her head in the couch’s pillow. “It’s what, 11:30 or somethin’? I had to get outta the club because I thought my arse would freeze off there. Cheap bastards couldn’t even afford good heating.”
“Well, maybe some of your butt freezing off would be good,” Twilight said with a smirk, flipping open one of her textbooks. “You always did complain about it being too big.”
Just in the nick of time, Twilight ducked down from a thrown pair of socks from Lyra’s end. “Oh, so egghead is gettin’ a smart mouth, eh?” Lyra said with a roll of her eyes, stretching out on the couch and wiggling her freed toes. “The pressure must really be buildin’ up if you’re beginnin’ to crack jokes.”
Twilight lifted up the stinky pair of socks with the eraser end of her pencil and threw them across the room, grimacing slightly from their smell. Glancing back at Lyra, the bookish roommate frowned slightly. “Yeah, well, I just want to make sure I pass all my classes. Canterlot University in one of the most prestigious colleges in all of Equestria, so I need to put all my time and effort into studying for finals.”
“Finals, my arse,” Lyra scoffed, resting her hands back behind her head. “You worry too much, Twi. You just gotta relax and go with the currents. Ease back and let the winds take you. Jump up and–”
“I’m not in the mood for anymore relaxation metaphors, Lyra,” Twilight interrupted, returning her scrutinous gaze back to her textbook. “Stress or no stress, I need to study.”
Lyra frowned, hopping off the couch and making her way right before Twilight. Holding a finger in the wedge of her book and pulling it back so she could see her face, Lyra said, “Shit, Twi, you’re gonna go nuts with all this cramming. When was the last time you took a break? Went out? Got laid, even?”
“I can take all the breaks I want to once finals are over,” Twilight replied, but Lyra’s scowl wasn’t letting up. Sighing and rubbing her eye slightly, Twilight said, “Okay... I can’t really remember my last break. Or when I last went out. And... um...” Twilight gulped, avoiding looking Lyra right in the eye. “High school.”
“Come again?”
“High school, okay?” Twilight whispered, a slight blush appearing on her light, coffee brown cheeks. “Last time I ever got some was at the prom.”
An awkward silence settled over the room, an almost suffocating quiet that was not broken by nary a whisper. Except for when Lyra started laughing, her chuckles reaching a peak crescendo as she leaned on her for support.
After a few seconds of laughter, which subsided to barely contained giggles, Lyra said: “Let me get this straight. You lost your V card at the prom, and haven’t wanked a boy since? That is so fuckin’ hilarious!”
Twilight blushed harder and pushed Lyra back, the pale-skinned roommate falling on her butt, still laughing on the way. “Sh-shut up!” Twilight shouted, her face practically on fire. “At least I don’t try to bang every guy on campus like you!”
“At least I have an actual social life,” Lyra replied, getting back to her feet and crossing her arms with a pout. “Stayin’ cooped up in here will drive you nuts, Twi. Get out and live a little.”
But like always, Twilight ignored her roommate’s pleas and returned to the familiar embrace of her books. Lyra sighed under her breath and left Twilight to return to her room, slamming the door behind her.
Twilight shrugged her shoulders at Lyra’s now sour mood, but thought nothing more of it. Lyra might float on by with her grades because she was especially talented musically wise, but some people had to put more effort into schoolwork than others. While Lyra was practically handed her scholarship here because she knew how to strum a lyre well, Twilight had to work, work, work, study, study, study, and cram, cram, cram into her brain every bit of knowhow available to pass the tests. And if she wanted to pass the finals in Celestia’s class (otherwise known as the pit of Hell), she needed to study got every possible second. Even if she felt like pulling out her hair and slamming her head into the wall.
The high pressure that Twilight was building because of the insurmountable anxiety she was collecting was finally broke when the first telltale sounds of a string being plucked by a finger. Gritting her teeth, Twilight looked over her shoulder at the darkness of Lyra’s room and shouted, “Hey, please try to keep it down! I’m trying to study here!”
But the music just continued to play, further agitating the overstressed Twilight. Turning her back to Lyra’s room and burying her face in her book in an attempt to drown out the unwanted noise, Twilight grumbled under her breath about this being the last time she ever agreed to a randomly chosen roommate for her dorm.
The sound approached closer, meaning that Lyra had left her room and was back in the livingroom. Twilight was about to turn around to give the musician a piece of her mind, when she suddenly found the cool fingers of Lyra’s hands covering her eyes.
“Still stressed, Twi?” Lyra asked from behind her, her lips brushing up tentatively against Twilight’s ear. “I have a way to fix that.”
Twilight gulped, her face heating up instantly at Lyra’s icy touch. “I-I, um... uh...”
“Take it easy, brainiac,” Lyra whispered with a slight chuckle, her cool lips tingling Twilight’s hot ear. “I was just gonna suggest a relaxin’ massage.”
“M-massage?” Twilight repeated back. “I don’t know. I mean, I still have studying to do...”
“This will only take a sec, Twily,” Lyra replied, her nose brushing up against Twilight’s cheek as her hot breath ran down her neck.
“H-how many times did I tell y-you not to call me that?” Twilight asked, biting her lower lip at the enticing feel of Lyra’s breath on the hot nape of her neck.
“I’ll stop callin’ you that when you stop lookin’ so damn adorable whenever I say it,” Lyra said, a small giggle leaving her lips. “Which looks like never, at this rate.”
Twilight’s shoulder quivered when she felt Lyra’s hands leave her face and go to them. Glancing over to see Lyra’s grinning face, Twilight couldn’t help but smile too. Especially when she felt Lyra’s strong fingers dig into the tense muscles of her shoulders and gently massage her knots and troubles away.
A moan escaped her lips that would have sounded downright sexual in any other settings. Lyra’s smile grew wider as she worked her fingers harder. “Looks like being a musician pays off after all, eh Twi? Strong fingers and such.”
“Mmmm, yeah,” Twilight replied, her eyes closed in bliss.
A small squeak sounded from Twilight when she felt the bottom of her sweater begin to be lifted up by Lyra’s eager hands. “Wh-what are you–”
Lyra’s finger pressed against Twilight’s mouth, cutting her off. “I’m just gonna give you a proper back massage,” Lyra assured her, lifting up Twilight’s sweater to reveal a slender, tan back. “It’ll only take five minutes at the most. Then I’ll leave you to study. Sound good?”
Twilight didn’t get a chance to reply as the rest of her sweater was pulled off, her arms being released from the sweater’s hold last and instantly trying to cover her breasts. Not that she had to worry much, since she was wearing a plain white bra to cover her boobs. Before she could get another look at Lyra, her roommate pushed her to the couch so she was laying down on her stomach.
Already assuming the position to receive a massage, and having already enjoyed small taste she got before, Twilight muttered, “Y-yeah, sure... go right ahead. J-just be gentle.”
“Don’t worry, Twi. You’ll be right as rain by the time I’m done with you.” And with that Lyra’s hands eagerly went to work on Twilight’s backside. Running her thumbs down Twilight spine while using her fingers to massage against the muscles on her sides, Twilight was in heaven. Every small movement Lyra made, every twist and every turn with her soft fingers sent a jolt of pleasure through Twilight’s body. She buried her head into the cushion, moaning into its soft embrace as Lyra caressed every nook and cranny of her body.
Lyra’s finger slowly moved up the gentle curve of Twilight’s back, until it reached the strap of her bra. Much like plucking one of the strings on her instrument, Lyra plucked Twi’s bra so that the strap was released.
“L-Lyra!” Twilight shouted in shock, grabbing behind herself to restrap her bra back. “Wh-why did you do that?”
She hopped atop the couch, spreading her legs on either side of Twilight’s back. Instead of the feel of denim against her skin like Twilight was expecting, instead there was only the soft touch of skin on skin. Looking over her shoulder, Twilight’s eyes shot open wide at what she saw.
“What’s the matter, Twi? I was just gettin’ you a bit more comfortable,” Lyra said, her devious grin never leaving her face. What did leave her was her jeans and any form of underwear. Twilight now had a clear view of her roommate’s snatch, a small mint green triangle of hair right above it. She was still wearing her hoodie, however, though in a much more loose fashion that suggest she wasn’t wearing much underneath it. “Like I just did.”
Lyra leaned her body down more, until she was resting on the small of Twilight’s back. Twilight could feel Lyra’s already glistening lips on her, the warm sensation traveling up her spine and causing a shiver to pass through her.
“Lyra, please, we’re roommates. Not... not this!” Twilight pleaded, her eyes unable to look away from the view Lyra was showing off.
“Never heard of roommates with benefits, have you, Twi?” Lyra laughed, her hands reached down once more to continue with Twilight’s massage. “You and me both have a fun time, you lose some pent up stress, and everyone wins!”
“B-but you, and I... I’m j-just not sure I’m...” Twilight bit down on her lip, a small moan trying to escape her mouth at the ecstatic feel of Lyra’s hands on her tensed up muscles. “I’m... into girls.”
“Don’t worry then,” Lyra said, leaning down along Twilight’s back so that her mouth was only inches from her ear. “You already lost your V card, so I’m gonna help you lose your L card.”
“L card?” Twilight squeaked, face so hot she was sure she’d set her pillow on fire.
“Leeeeeeesbians,” Lyra whispered in a drawn out way, tongue sticking out to fondle with the tip of Twilight’s ear.
“B-but, I’m not sure I–”
Lyra raised a finger to Twilight’s lips. “Shush, Twily. Just let me work my magic.”
Twilight growled. “I thought you said you’d stop calling me that.”
“I said shush.” Twilight felt Lyra’s hands snaking down her back once more. It sent another shiver down her spine, forcing her to moan. Her fingers went up and down her back rhythmically, kneading the little tension she had remaining. To her confusion, Lyra moved from the normal path, instead falling down to her sides. She was getting dangerously close to her...
In an instant, Lyra’s hands shot from her back, cupping Twilight’s breasts within her fingers.
“Lyra?” Twilight asked. “What are you–”
Lyra dived forward, interrupting Twilight mid-sentence as she planted her lips on hers. Twilight felt like pulling back, but she couldn’t stop herself. She submitted to the pleasure without so much as a whimper. Their lips locked together, and before she even knew about it, she was moaning into Lyra’s open mouth. Their tongues danced together, drawing closer and closer before finally joining in a sensual spiral of flesh and saliva.
Twilight’s frisky roommate was the first to pull back, a trail of saliva still connecting their lips. Kneeling over Twilight with a hungry expression on her face, Lyra reached out and flipped Twilight on her back, the bookworm’s ample breasts fully exposed to Lyra’s grabby hands.
Fondling her tits with the same care she gave her back, Lyra leaned closer to the moaning Twilight and said, “Ready for some fun, Twily?” Lyra’s hand was already at the hem of Twilight’s pants, reaching closer to where her button and zipper were.
Twilight could only pant in response as Lyra undid her pants. Hungry for more, Lyra slithered downwards, touching Twilight with fingers as smooth as silk. She gasped, feeling the warmth of her skin against her own. It was strange; Twilight expected it to be cold, but it was completely the opposite. She found her eyes wandering down, seeing Lyra’s hand moving in her panties. With a soft tug, she pulled them away, exposing Twilight’s slit. “Be... be gentle,” Twilight whispered breathlessly.
Lyra grinned. “Enjoyin’ yourself?” she asked, brushing lightly with the tips of her fingers.
“It’s not...” Her words were interrupted by a loud, long-lasting moan. Were it not for the ecstasy coursing through her mind, Twilight might’ve realised the moans were her own. Lyra had dived in, her mouth slowly circling around Twilight’s vulva. She left a slick trail of saliva on her skin. Twilight shivered in pure joy, her moans quickly reducing to small shrieks of pleasure. Whenever she fell too quiet, Lyra would draw closer to her slit, raising the volume once more. She began hungrily lapping up the liquid trickling slowly from Twilight’s pussy, joy clearly present in her eyes.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Lyra said, lifting her head up for a moment.
“Don’t... don’t stop!” Twilight cried, her words pouring from her mouth.
“Shit, it’s like a broken tap down here!”
“Sh-shut up!”
Lyra made another grab for Twilight’s boob, squeezing it softly before returning her attention to the main event. She drew back, and then licked along the full length of Twilight’s slick snatch, making sure to spend extra time on her clit. Twilight arched her back, eliciting a tiny moan as Lyra played with the small nub beneath her tongue. Lyra felt herself laughing, seeing the mighty student brought to her knees by a bit of foreplay. As the warm breath met Twilight’s sensitive part, she moaned again, louder this time.
“Keep it down, Twi! The neighbours will hear.”
“What don’t you get...” she said, pausing to release an involuntary moan, “... about shutting up?”
Smirking, Lyra pulled off the rest of Twilight’s pants that easily slid down her legs, leaving her roommate naked and red from embarrassment. Not one to be left out, Lyra unzipped the rest of her hoodie and threw it across the room. What was now revealed was perfect white skin that showed off an hourglass figure with a slender body and perky boobs.
Running a hand down her own side, Lyra, stared at Twilight’s wetness with a hungry look and tongue sticking out the side of her mouth. “So Twi, you ever eaten pussy before?” Lyra asked, getting to her feet on the couch and turning her body around, exposing her gloriously round booty to her roommate.
“N-no,” Twilight replied, her face growing ever redder the closer Lyra’s ass got to her face as she leaned down to her knees.
Now Lyra was above Twilight on the couch, their bellies pressed together as Twilight’s head was in between Lyra’s open legs and Lyra’s head above Twilight’s inflamed cunt. Glancing over her shoulder and winking slyly, Lyra said, “Well, lemme teach you a hands-on, or rather, tongues-on, course on the subject. First, give it a lick.”
Lyra wiggled her hips, a droplet of her wetness falling on Twilight’s nose only inches away. Gulping hard and feeling lightheaded at the overwhelming smell of Lyra’s arousal, Twilight started with a tentative lick along the edge of Lyra’s lower lips.
“Is that all you got, Twily?” Lyra asked teasingly, pushing down her hips to envelop Twilight’s face in between her legs. “Now get in there and start eatin’ me out, you slag!”
Twilight didn’t know what to say. Not like she could, seeing how Lyra’s slit was completely covering her mouth and preventing her from speaking. But now that she got a taste of Lyra, she couldn’t help but try more. Twilight’s tongue lapped at Lyra’s nethers, untrained by eager to lick up Lyra’s cunt and dive right in there.
Moaning much more lustfully now, Lyra too joined in on the fun by sampling some of Twilight’s snatch as well. But here her tongue movements were much more controlled and teasing than Twilight’s feastful urges. Plus, Lyra decided to mix things up with some finger work as well. Licking Twilight’s nub and pulling softly at it with her teeth, she’d double up with her index and ring fingers pulling Twilight’s vaginal lips apart while she dived deep in with her middle finger. There she’d wiggle all around and pull in and out quickly, causing Twilight to moan into her pussy.
All throughout this pleasurable experience working itself in her pussy and traveling up her spine to submerge her brain in waves of bliss, Twilight lapped at Lyra’s cunt like a dog. Her tongue was wild and free, saliva drooling heavily off the sides of her mouth, mixed with Lyra’s juices. Yet no matter how much she wiggled her tongue or licked up and down Lyra’s snatch, she only got the odd moan or two from the pale-skinned beauty. While she herself couldn’t go two seconds without crying out in pleasure from Lyra’s skillful tongue and finger work.
Lyra’s looked up from her end, smiling with her lips smothered by Twilight’s cum when she heard Twilight shriek out once more. “Sheesh, Twily, I’m not even touchin’ you much.” But Lyra quickly ate her words when she slid two fingers inside Twilight, pushing in deeper than before and shoving this way and that in her tight walls.
Twilight sucked in a breath, which was quickly drowned out by Lyra’s vagina pressed firmly against her lips. Grabbing Lyra’s ample ass in a strong grip, Twilight pushed her face in deeper into her cunt as she felt a growing fire prepare to release itself in her groin. Her legs trembled and shook, but Lyra just kept on fingering her without mercy, lapping at Twilight’s leaking juices with a hungry tongue.
“So Twily, you gonna cum yet?” Lyra teased, stuffing her fingers as far as they could go.
With another lustful groan, Twilight found herself unable to speak. Her hips rocked back and forth of their own accord. Pleasure filled her entire body from head to foot. The growing fire in her body turned into a raging inferno within mere seconds. She threw her head back, uttering a pleasure-filled scream until her voice went hoarse. Her vision grew hazy for a second. The inferno exploded, making her muscles clench tightly and her back arch as a tsunami of pleasure crashed into her brain and sent her body aflame.
Lyra held her mouth wide open to suck down Twilight’s juices as they came squirting out, lapping up all of her wetness as she cummed. When Twilight’s orgasm finally peaked and ebbed away, Lyra straightened up her back and wiped her mouth on the back of her arm. “Wow, Twily, you definitely had some tension.” Though Twilight was still experiencing the end of her explosive orgasm, she managed to scowl. “Especially since the last time was... high school?”
“It was better back then,” Twilight said, still scowling.
“Nice try. I know when you’re lyin’, Twily,” Lyra said, leaning forward again, “and now, I know what makes you tick.” She gently flicked Twilight’s clit again, making her shudder.
“Th-thanks, Lyra, but can I get back to my studies now? It’s late enough as it is.”
“Not just yet. The night is young, Twily...”
Twilight grabbed her by the hand, red in the face. “Stop calling me that!” Lyra leaned forward and licked her nose. Silence fell between the pair. It took Twilight a moment, but the memory dawned on her. “Oh, my goodness!” she cried, rubbing her nose violently. “I can’t believe you did that! Why would you even do that?”
“Oh, lighten up! It’s just a piece of you,” Lyra said, laughing heartily. “And it tastes good... Twily.” Twilight narrowed her eyes at her, silently seething with rage. “Plus, I think you owe me. That lickin’ of yours? Miserable. Unimpressive. I’m... aghast.”
“You sound overly dramatic now,” Twilight complained, still feeling the closeness of their bodies and the supple brush of Lyra’s legs against her own.
“And you sound pissed,” Lyra pointed out with a poke to Twilight’s nose, causing her to scrunch her face up adorably. “And I have just the thing that’ll satisfy me and get you off as well.”
Before Twilight could make any objects, Lyra hooked her leg over Twilight’s stomach and leaned her back down. Now Twilight could clearly see Lyra on her back on her side of the couch, her left leg over Twilight’s body and toes wiggling near her shoulder while Twilight’s own left leg was held tightly in Lyra’s grip. Both their pussies were pressed up against each other, Twilight’s still more red and sensitive after the orgasmic tongue lashing and fingering she received from Lyra.
Tugging Twilight’s leg back and squeezing her hips around Twilight’s groin, Lyra grinned wickedly and said, “Time for some scissorin’. Try and keep up, brainiac!”
“Wh-what’s scissoring?” Twilight asked, with her answer following quickly after. Lyra pulled back, but thrust her groin forward hard, pulling Twilight’s leg back with her so their vagina’s impacted in a wet clap. There Lyra buckled her hips so their pussies rubbed against one another, both women screaming in ecstasy at the unbelievable feel of friction between their dripping cunts.
Lyra was leaning forward, her breasts jiggling with each thrust forward while Twilight just laid on her back and cried out in bliss from each cunt pounding.
“Th... that’s scissoring?” Twilight managed to yell between groans of ecstasy, her voice already hoarse. The fire being set aflame in her lower lips were much more extreme than when Lyra was eating her out. The entire outside part of her vagina was being pleasured, a tingling sensation that seemed to cause her body to buzz with pleasure. The only thing she had to grasp onto were her boobs, squeezing them tight and pinching her nipples hard as she shrieked yet again from another of Lyra’s thrusts.
“Oh, you think that’s somethin’? It’s probably because I’m doin’ all the work...” Lyra complained, slowing down slightly.
“Shut up and keep... scissoring!” Twilight cried.
Lyra came to a complete stop. An evil grin appeared on her face. “You like the sound of that word, don’t you?”
“What? No!” Twilight cried. She tried to restart the motion by shifting her hips, but Lyra wasn’t having any of it. “Please, Lyra! Keep going...”
“You want me to scissor you, Twily?”
“Yes!” Twilight yelled, her eyes pleading.
“Say it,” Lyra commanded. She drummed her fingers on Twilight’s thigh, waiting for her response.
“Really?! Right now, Lyra?”
“Say you want me to scissor you,” she ordered, her grin growing larger.
“I want you... to scissor me.” Twilight said.
Lyra moved her hips back and forth once, forcing another moan from Twilight. “Louder.”
“I want you to scissor me like the goddamned slut I am!”
Lyra raised an eyebrow. “Wow, that’s a bit far, Twi, but sure.”
“Fucking do it!” Twilight screamed, her words full of venom.
“I feel used,” Lyra complained, frowning. When Twilight simply looked at her, breathing silently but menacingly, she knew she had pushed her luck. “Fine, fine, keep your pants on. Wait, no... off. We’re not done yet.”
Without a moment’s wait, Lyra went back into the vaginal pounding, now with Twilight adding in her own effort as well. Tugging at her long, tan leg, Lyra shoved her cunt right at Twilight’s and rubbed it for all its worth, screaming at the top of her lungs while doing so. Twilight joined in as well, though with much less tact, pulling at Lyra’s leg and even leaning down while using it was support as she felt her pussy being rubbed raw.
This process of scissoring their vaginas resulted in new levels of pleasure Twilight thought she’d never experience. As for Lyra, not getting off the first time left her antsy to blow one over this one, so she lowered her normally high endurance to orgasm for the sake of doing a finisher with Twilight along.
Twilight was biting her lower lip so hard she was sure it was going to bleed any moment. Throwing her head back and opening her mouth wide, she screamed, “Fuck me, you dragon cunt! Fuck me hard!”
Lyra blinked. “You what? Did you just call me–”
“I said fuck me so goddamned hard I won’t be able to walk!”
For the first time, Lyra was lost for words. Twilight was the freak in this duo, not her. She shrugged. At least it made a change. “I... uh, okay! Whatever you say, Twily cunt!”
With a newfound vigor, Lyra thrust forward and back with Twilight joining in as well, the wet sound of their bodies meeting resonating throughout the living room. The couch cushions between them were sorely soaked from their sexy fun times, and it looked like it was going to get another coat as well soon enough.
Surprisingly enough, Lyra was the first one to feel her body beg for release. Usually, she’d try to push through, but after Twilight’s last outburst she just wanted to explode the pent up energy that had been building in her lower regions. So with a cry and swing of her hips upward, a stream of her cum squirted to spray Twilight’s chest and part of her face.
Twilight felt the warmth of the erupting liquid cover her face, accelerating her orgasm purely by how dirty and used she felt. Her legs buckled as wave after wave of pleasure hit her, eventually forcing out a final scream of absolute ecstasy. Her hips bucked involuntarily, sending a jet of liquid through the air. It landed on Lyra’s tits with a squelch, collecting in a viscous puddle of cum. As the effects of Twilight’s orgasm subsided, her body felt weak. Her knees were shaking out of control. Slowly, her eyes became droopy, and she almost fell to the floor out of pure exhaustion.
She looked up to find Lyra dabbing her cum-soaked chest with a finger, before promptly giving it a lick. “Lyra, that’s disgusting!”
“I can’t help it if you taste so good, Twily!” she complained, licking the rest of her finger clean.
“Just... just put something on,” Twilight mumbled, holding her head in her hand and groaning deeply. “I just can’t believe I did that. With a girl. Who’s my roommate. Ugh...”
Hurried steps from Lyra’s end told Twilight well enough that she had departed to her room. Getting up from the couch and wincing slightly at the soreness in between her legs, Twilight bent down to grab her clothes.
As Twilight picked up her bra and sweater, she suddenly felt a cold, incredibly long object slide in between her legs, rubbing against her soaked cunt. Twilight instantly shot up with a shriek, nearly falling backwards if it wasn’t for Lyra holding her up. She could feel her roommate’s nipples poke into her back as she leaned on her luscious breasts as that foreign object continued to rub against her.
“Wh-what is that?”
“Oh... just a little surprise,” Lyra said, her tone low and seductive. “You did tell me to put something on.”
“I thought we were done!” Twilight exclaimed. “I need to get back to... no, seriously, what is that?”
Lyra pulled back, the long object thankfully leaving Twilight’s legs. Staring at it, Twilight was faced by what appeared to be a foot long strapon Lyra was wearing, with the width of a soda can. It was larger at the head, almost bullet shaped, and painted entirely black, with the front part painted to look like a sharp tooth grinning smile with mean looking eyes.
“You like?” Lyra said, wiggling her fake dick around and causing it to flop sloppily to either side. “I call him ‘Bullet Dil’! Want to try him out?”
“... Ah hell nah!” Twilight shouted. “I mean... maybe some other time, but...” As much as she wanted to look away, she couldn’t. Her eyes locked onto Bullet Dil. It was love at first sight. She found herself transfixed by the... simple elegance of the device. It was... so sleek, so long. So exciting.
“Wait... did you actually fuck that thing?” Applejack interrupted, on the tip of her seat along with the rest of the girls.
Twilight shook her head and shuddered. “No... of course not. Well... not at the time, anyways.” Twilight leaned back in her seat and shrugged. “That was basically the end of the story. Me and Lyra got along better after that, and even banged again every once in a while so I can release stress. Plus, she taught me to live a little and not worry too much about studying and exams, so I had much more fun in college thanks to her.”
Rainbow continued running a finger around the top of an empty glass. “I can’t believe it,” she said simply. “You weren’t making that shit up.”
With a giggle, Twilight nodded, a smug smile etched across her face. “Told you. Now... I believe you have to buy everyone a drink?”
Rainbow groaned, smacking her head down on the table. “Goddamnit... that was hot,” she muttered under her breath.
