Sunscreen
Chapter Four: An Enchanting Pep Rally
-by Drace Domino

The best games were the ones that got harder over time, and so far, Sunset Shimmer had been playing on easy mode. Appealing to Rarity’s vanity, Pinkie Pie’s enthusiasm, or Fluttershy’s love for animals were all easy tasks - the trio made for an accessible and vulnerable group, fresh for exploitation until their panties were around their thighs and they were holding onto their ankles. And to that end, Sunset Shimmer had enjoyed the game, but even a woman as sinister as her knew that she’d need to properly challenge herself if everything was to proceed as planned. After all, how could she be expected to make all of CHS bow to her if she kept dodging the more difficult targets?

She wasn’t ready for Rainbow Dash. At least...not yet. That miserable blue bitch had always vexed her. She had the cocky arrogance that would’ve been well-suited for a griffon back in Equestria, and her fierce competitive streak ensured that she regarded every new interaction with at least some level of sizing her opponent up. All of that combined with two simple facts: that Rainbow Dash had a black belt in karate, and it was common knowledge that Sunset Shimmer was semi-dating three of her friends. It made for an awkward and...tense calculation, every time she considered breaching the distance between them. Rainbow Dash, at least for now, would remain out of her grasp. All the more time to plot just what she’d do with that egotistical blue ass once she got it.

That Friday evening, Sunset Shimmer had her sights set on another target. This one would likely be just as tricky as Rainbow Dash to conquer, albeit without the risk of getting kicked across the room for trying. Applejack had made no qualms about the fact that she did not like Sunset Shimmer spending so much time around her other friends. Usually when Rarity would trot across the hall to join Sunset at her locker, the cowgirl would stand at her own, actively glaring at Sunset - sometimes even with a slow point towards her own eyes and then to Sunset’s face. She’d clearly been watching the sinister manipulator of Canterlot High, waiting for her to make any mistake or step one inch out of line. And Sunset Shimmer, ever calculating and wise to how troubling such do-gooders could be, had been particularly cautious around her.

But she could abide Applejack looking over her shoulder no longer. If everything was still to go as planned, she needed that frustrating farmgirl in her pocket. Or at the very least, stuffed on top of her cock.

“Thanks so much for volunteering to stay behind and clean up, girls.” Principal Celestia was her usual trusting self that Friday, smiling as Applejack and Sunset Shimmer stood near the front doors of the gymnasium. The place was an absolute mess thanks to the recent pep rally, with streamers and confetti thrown around - not to mention a fairly large amount of puddles of pink frosting, thanks to Pinkie Pie. “I’m used to seeing Applejack volunteer, but it’s so nice to see you here, too, Sunset. It’s great that you’re getting engaged with school spirit!”

“Oh, I’m happy to help, Principal Celestia.” Sunset Shimmer offered her most insincere smile, all while Applejack stood beside her with the scowl spread across her face. In her thinly-veiled attempts at looking innocent, Sunset tucked her hands behind her back and swiveled her hips from side to side, giving the older woman a shy look as she spoke. “I just wish I could be a great athlete like our girl’s soccer team. Go Wondercolts!”

Principal Celestia smiled as she waved at the pair, taking a few steps back and sliding out the door. It left the pair of them completely alone in a huge and messy gym - at which point Sunset turned to look directly at Applejack and spoke in a casual, lighthearted tone.

“So do you think Principal Celestia gets high in her office? Because I could swear I smelled it when I walked by yeste--”

“Let’s get one thing straight, Sunset Shimmer.” Applejack was having none of it, spinning on a heel and pointing squarely at Sunset’s nose. Her cowgirl hat cast a dark shadow over her fierce eyes, and she took a defensive stance - slightly undercut by the fact that she was inadvertently dressed like a special hoedown issue of a dirty magazine. Short daisy dukes gripped her high on her rump, leaving what felt like miles of toned, strong legs exposed before they disappeared into calf-high cowboy boots. Her red flannel shirt was loosely tied just underneath her bust, and underneath it a snug-fitting white T-shirt covered the rest. Combined with the loose blonde ponytail and the subtle dusting of freckles, Applejack clearly had no idea just how scandalous she looked through a lusty lens - and that included when she was acting like a stuffy bitch. “I ain’t gonna tolerate no layin’ around. If you’re really here to work, then work. No jawin’ and yappin’, I wanna get done in time to watch the game when it starts in a few hours.”

“Applejack, of course I’m here to work.” Sunset Shimmer looked offended, holding a hand to her chest. She couldn’t help but twist the teasing knife a little further against Applejack, practically purring as she made her case. “Please don’t be mad at me, you’re the reason I volunteered to help! It’s always bothered me so, so much that we’re not friends.”

“Why would we be friends?” Applejack huffed, and folded her arms underneath her chest - a particularly full, plump set of tits that wore the same light freckling as her cheeks, all contained in cleavage that Applejack clearly didn’t know she was showing off. It was outright infuriating how hot this bitch was without even realizing it. “A few months ago you told everyone that I have sex with apples!”

There was a brief silence between the two, until Sunset asked in a quiet, almost unsure tone.

“Don’t--” she paused, bit her bottom lip, and leaned forward with a whisper. “Don’t you really fuck apples, though?”

Applejack simply spun on a heel and stamped her boots, grumbling as she made her way towards the nearest pool of icing. Sunset Shimmer was left wearing a smug smile on her face, her hands lowering to tuck into the pockets of her leather jacket. If she was going to win over Applejack with a few caresses and a few thrusts of her cock, she’d need to put in the work, first. And while the gym before her was an absolute mess, she didn’t mind all that much - after all, it was going to be fun making Applejack squirm the entire time they worked.

***

Almost two hours later, and Sunset Shimmer was...sore. Her knees were scuffed from bracing herself on the gymnasium floor, scrubbing away icing stains or picking up tiny pieces of confetti that dodged the vacuum. By that point, she’d already discarded her leather jacket thanks to the sweat she was working up, and now toiled around in her knee-length skirt and tight-fitting shirt that perfectly framed her teenage breasts. It wouldn’t have been all that bad if she wasn’t counting on wearing her jacket to keep her magical amulet safe, but since she didn’t trust leaving it unattended there had been no other option but to put it on early. And once she did, Sunset Shimmer quickly realized that she was playing this particular game on hard mode in more ways than one.

She was actively aching underneath her panties, with every motion reminding her of just how hard and plump her dick was, and how desperately it needed attention. When she dropped down to her knees to clean, she could feel it pressing against her thighs and nearly popping free of her panties, and when she straightened up to stand, she had to be cautious of it pushing at the front of her skirt in an obvious fashion. And to make matters worse, Applejack’s constant presence ensured that no matter what she tried, her magical prick was always trying to stand at full attention.

That damned cowgirl was hotter than she had any right to be. Bending down from the waist in those ludicrously tight jean shorts, sopping sweat from her brow and practically glistening, tousling that blonde ponytail back and forth like a tempting leash...and of course, just how flustered she got any time Sunset Shimmer teased her. The sinister, manipulative former pony could have likely made things easier on herself if she simply left Applejack alone so they could work on separate ends of the gym, but...where was the fun in that? Besides, the more she tormented Applejack, the more satisfying it would be when she finally cashed in and sunk her dick deep, deep into that tight apple pie.

“Applejack, Pinkie Pie said the funniest thing the other day~”

“Hey Applejack, looks like you have a rip on your flannel, I bet Rarity could fix that for you.”

“AJ, can I call you AJ? Did you know Fluttershy has a ticklish belly? I only know because I was kissing it the other day, and--”

It wasn’t at all a surprise that Applejack was losing her patience, glaring at Sunset Shimmer with more and more resentment as they worked. Sunset wasn’t being subtle about how much she liked to tease the honest farmgirl - in fact, the more Applejack fussed and fumbled, the more fun Sunset had with it. With the other girls, it was all about building a certain level of trust that she could cash in with a fond caress and a couple of sweet words. With Applejack, it was about pushing the right buttons and reminding her that even if she didn’t like Sunset Shimmer, almost all of her friends did. And if Rarity, Pinkie Pie, and Fluttershy were all so fond of that fiery-headed witch, then maybe it really was Applejack that was the problem.

Manipulation - whether with magic or not - was all about knowing her target. And while Applejack was trickier than most, she was hardly impenetrable. Every time Sunset Shimmer twisted the knife she could visibly see Applejack getting more and more irate, and her cock twitched underneath the snug grip of her panties. They were nearly finished cleaning by that point, but it was a temporary thing - Sunset expected to be getting dirty with the farmgirl very, very soon.

“Well, that’s everything.” Sunset Shimmer stood up and dusted her hands, all while trying to stand in a position that didn’t make her panty-clad erection obvious. There were a dozen tied garbage bags behind them right by the gym doors, and once they were taken outside the two girls would be finished. At least until the next pep rally. “Hey, maybe I should have a word with Pinkie Pie? If she didn’t bring her party cannon to the pep rallies, or at least shot it off outside, this would be a lot easier to clean.”

“Hmph.” Applejack scowled, her arms snapping once more against her chest and her plump, hearty breasts bouncing. Sunset Shimmer didn’t even bother to hide how she was staring at the farmgirl’s tits, but thankfully, Applejack didn’t seem particularly aware of it. “Yeah, you say a lot to Pinkie Pie these days. An’ Fluttershy an’ Rarity. I been meaning to talk to you about that, Sunset Shimmer. I wasn’t gonna bring it up today, but seein’ as how you’ve been talkin’...”

“Hmm? Did I upset you, AJ?” Sunset Shimmer hadn’t been given permission to call her that, but she failed to see why that mattered. “What did I say?”

“What did you say?!” Applejack looked incredulous, and she pushed up the brim of her cowboy hat so Sunset Shimmer could see the irritation in her eyes. “All those lil’ comments of yours about my friends?! How Rarity tries on dresses for ya and Pinkie Pie asks you to taste her frosting by lickin’ it off her neck?! Am I supposed to just stand there and listen to you yammerin’ on about all the dirty things you been doin’?!”

“Applejack, I’m afraid I don’t understand.” Sunset Shimmer feigned innocence further, though only to an extent. There was no denying what she’d been doing and what she’d been bragging about, but the true manipulation was to be had in why she was doing it. At least, to the reckoning of this particular cowpoke. “I just believe in being honest. Honest about my relationship with your friends and all the fun we have together. Honest about how much I appreciate all the things they do for me. Honest about how they make me feel.” Sunset Shimmer bit her bottom lip, laying it on particularly thick without any trace of shame. “I know I’m still learning about what makes a good friend, but...but isn’t honesty important?”

The look of conflicted frustration that moved over Applejack’s face was truly delicious, and Sunset Shimmer hoped that it made the hayseed suffer a fraction of what she had while watching that perky ass in her daisy dukes. It almost looked like Applejack was going to punch a hole straight through her hat for a minute, but she finally took a deep breath and flexed out her arms, opening and closing her fists in slow, methodic movements designed to help her nerves settle.

“Be that as it may,” she began, with a voice that made it abundantly clear that she was forcing herself to be calm. “It ain’t proper for you to brag about things like that, least of all not to one of their friends. It makes me right uncomfortable to listen to you braggin’ about--”

“--about how cute Fluttershy is when I’m going down on her?” Sunset pressed the issue, still with that fake innocence. “But she is, Applejack! Why, you should see how she blushes when I squeeze my middle two fingers inside of her, and she does this adorable little nibble on her lower lip, and tucks her hair behind her ear just like this!”

With that, Sunset Shimmer stretched out a hand, and though her motion was slow and subtle it carried with it the venom and the ferocity of a viper’s strike. She plucked a few strands of Applejack’s blonde hair and moved them right into the position she implied behind her ear, making sure to do so in a manner that let the back of her fingers pass across the cowgirl’s flesh. It was a brief contact, and one that she only would’ve been able to make with Applejack being so clearly frustrated and fussy, but once it landed the battle to conquer this honest farmgirl had already been won. Applejack’s eyes opened wide for a split-second before her gaze settled and her shoulders slumped, and as a certain subtle Equestrian magic wove through her, the girl’s entire body language shifted. She wasn’t quite on edge anymore, not nearly so defensive in light of Sunset Shimmer’s presence. She even kicked one leg back and pressed the toes of her boot to the gym floor, wiggling her foot from side to side as she drew her vision upon the sinister young woman.

“Well, I...I guess it ain’t all that bad, I suppose,” Applejack murmured, proving that not even she was immune to the subtle, dangerous allures of a master manipulator like Sunset Shimmer. With a careful plan, a touch of magic, and a few well-chosen words, the astute, hearty blonde had fallen right into Sunset Shimmer’s clutches - and those fingers would be tightening soon. Applejack lifted a hand and rubbed idly at the back of her head, the brim of her hat gently bouncing as she did so and a blush slowly creeping over her cheeks underneath the mild dotting of her freckles. She could be downright cute when she was off her guard, and that fact made Sunset Shimmer ache all the harder against her tightly-constricting panties. “The girls all do seem mighty happy when they spend time with you. But...ya...ya do treat ‘em right, don’t ya? I mean...I ain’t such a prude to think you gotta court ‘em to the big ball before you get into anything improper, but...but I couldn’t quite shake the worry you were treating my friends like a hungry fox in the henhouse.”

“I can say with complete honesty that your friends are absolutely important to me,” Sunset Shimmer responded, and allowed her hand to travel downward across Applejack’s cheek. From her jawline to her shoulder her fingers dropped, walking a slow but focused line over Applejack’s toned bicep and to her forearm, where there was more exposed flesh that would be vulnerable to her magical prowess. Though while she made her way there, Sunset Shimmer continued to be genuine - there really was no lie when she spoke of how important the others were. She simply didn’t clarify why. “And in the same breath, I can tell you they’re my favorite of everyone here at Canterlot High. I don’t have that many close friends, Applejack. Rarity, Pinkie Pie, and Fluttershy are it. And...and if I’m being honest? It kind of hurts that you don’t think I deserve to have them in my life.”

She was back to laying it on thick, and the naive farmgirl fell for it without question. All it took was that brief touch of Sunset Shimmer’s fingertips across her exposed forearm, and the perfect application of guilt for the golden-haired tomboy to immediately change her tune. She went from protective big sister of the others to a fawning, concerned presence - not for the trio that had been sucking Sunset Shimmer’s cock regularly, but for the wielder of that perfect dick herself.

“Oh, Sunset, I’m so sorry, that ain’t what I meant at all!” Real, true guilt was plastered on Applejack’s face as she held Sunset Shimmer’s shoulders, squeezing fiercely while worry knit at her brow. Once more, Sunset Shimmer just stared at Applejack’s freckled cleavage, barely even acknowledging the concerned and sincere apology dripping from Applejack’s lips. “I was so worried about my friends I didn’t even think that you might be sufferin’, too! Aww, darnit, Applejack! Granny Smith was right, you can be such a big, insensitive dummy sometimes!”

Sunset simply stood still, her eyes locked on Applejack’s breasts while the cowgirl beat herself up. The magic was in full effect by that point, and the sinister pony bitch was absolutely eating the experience up - the sound of Applejack’s constant fretting, the twitch of her own dick below her skirt, the knowledge that she could push to claim this farmgirl slut any time she wanted. Perhaps she’d wait. Perhaps she’d sit on this feeling for a while, maybe even send Applejack home so she could squirm over the weekend. Maybe - if she was really patient - she could keep Applejack on edge for a few weeks, and finally claim that hot tomboy on the night of the Fall Formal as a victorious celebration.

Or, she could take one more look at those perfect tits, and be completely unable to stop herself.

“Hey AJ, let’s go make out under the bleachers.”

She made her choice with no regrets.

***

The bleachers in the CHS gymnasium had as many rumors and myths told about them as the deepest parts of Equestria, and they were whispered with about the same level of exaggeration. Some of the stories told were almost believable - like the notion that Pinkie Pie kept a functional cupcake oven hidden somewhere in the underbelly of the bleachers, or that Vinyl Scratch sold weed underneath them on Thursday afternoons. Other stories were a little more far-fetched, like the commonly-whispered-about rumor that Ms. Harshwhinny gave Flash Sentry a no-strings-attached blowjob one night as a reward for winning Homecoming against Crystal Prep. Other stories had the slightest fraction of truth - like the one that told of a secret portal under the bleachers that led to a fantastic other dimension.

Sunset Shimmer was content to let the student body believe that one, and didn’t bother to point out that they were off by a mere few hundred feet.

That afternoon, however, Sunset Shimmer and Applejack were set to start their own myth underneath the bleachers, and likely would have done just that if the rest of the school wasn’t preoccupied with the soccer game that was going on at that very moment. It allowed them to have their fun in the freshly-cleaned gym without worry of being caught, and even underneath the bleachers Sunset Shimmer could enjoy the sound of Applejack’s moans as they echoed in the large, empty room. It was nice having the ultimate stick in the mud making those noises for her benefit - Applejack had been a pain in her flank since day one, and the knowledge that she wouldn’t be an issue anymore was almost as satisfying as the grip of the cowgirl’s pussy around her fingers.

“Ah...S-Sunset, ah...I can’t believe I’m doin’ this.” Applejack was blushing up a storm as she fidgeted, squirming back and forth as she sat flat on her rear. Her back was wedged against the wall and her legs were stretched out wide, accommodating the hand that was stuffed down the front of her daisy dukes and the apple-print panties underneath. Blonde locks of hair were haphazardly framing Applejack’s face as she looked at the sinister woman teasing her, and she gave a nervous gulp as Sunset hooked her digits and offered her a sharp, sudden tug. “P-Promise ya won’t tell anyone about this?”

“I promise I won’t tell anyone that doesn’t understand,” Sunset Shimmer practically purred in response, knowing that anything she said would’ve been good enough for Applejack in the state she was in. The enchanting magic of Sunset Shimmer was in full effect by that point, squeezed straight into the cowgirl’s pussy by two curious fingers that were testing just how tight she could grip. While Sunset fingered her newest conquest she leaned all the closer, looping one leg up and over one of Applejack’s, hitching the back of her boot against the other girl’s calf to keep her legs spread wide. Her fingers dug deeper - spreading as much as they could against her slippery grip before pressing tight together anew, hooking just inside her entrance and teasing at the sensitive flesh just below her hood. The entire time, Sunset Shimmer wore a perfectly smug smirk, and pressed a few heated kisses up and down Applejack’s throat as she continued to make the cowgirl squirm. “Just Rarity...and Pinkie Pie...and Fluttershy. We’ve got to be honest with them, don’t we?”

“Ah...s-suppose so,” Applejack stammered, and drew in a long, deep breath as she tried to control herself. For a big, stubborn tomboy she was surprisingly sensitive - responsive to every touch Sunset offered, and already wearing goosebumps up and down her arms. Sweat clung to her brow that was half born from excitement and half from the stuffy air underneath the bleachers, the secluded spot seeming like it was designed with horny teenagers in mind. Sweat. Heat. Excitement. Sweet girls losing their innocence underneath the manipulations of someone with indulgent, decadent intent. Applejack was hardly the first girl to fall victim to that sort of thing underneath the CHS bleachers, but she’d still be the first that Sunset Shimmer ever conquered there. “You’re...you’re makin’ me feel all funny, Sunset, don’t really know how much I can handle…”

“Gonna cum for me already, AJ?” Sunset Shimmer practically giggled, and let her nose nuzzle the side of Applejack’s intensely sensitive throat. Her lips pursed and she allowed a slow breath of warm air to graze across her - sweeping casually over tender, goosebumped flesh and making the cowgirl buck in excitement. The more she squirmed the more Sunset delighted in it, and dug her fingers a little deeper while the cowgirl’s nectar slid down her fingers and pooled against her palm. “Your pussy’s squeezing my fingers so damn tight...I always knew you were strong, but sheesh…”

Despite Applejack’s strength, it was clear that confidence in these sorts of situations was far from her strong suit. She was fidgeting more and more with a blush so deep that Sunset could see it even despite the shade of the bleachers, and the manipulative little bitch fed off of that rustic insecurity like few others could. Her mouth traced up and down Applejack’s throat with increasing urgency and hunger, even going so far as to let her tongue dart a weaving line up across it, from where Applejack’s shoulder met her neck all the way up to her ear. Once there, Sunset’s teeth nibbled without restraint, and she gave a satisfied little whimper against Applejack’s ear, along with a few more words of lusty desire.

“I think you might like my fingers more than Rarity, even,” she invoked the name of the stylish fashionista, much to Applejack’s shuddering delight. It wasn’t hard to tell that the cowgirl had a crush on that fancy young woman - at least not to someone that was so vested in reading these girls and exploiting them. “I wonder how it’d feel like if I had you on one hand, and Rarity...on...the...other!”

As she spoke, Sunset punctuated her words by suddenly yanking upward against Applejack’s nethers, using those hooked digits to drive upward so hard that she nearly lifted the cowgirl’s backside from the smooth tile of the gym floor. It was enough to push Applejack into a sudden peak that the girl certainly didn’t expect she’d be having when the two of them first began cleaning after the pep rally, and as one of her powerful hands slapped against the floor the other was clinging tight to the collar of Sunset’s dress, clinging to her with a downright needy grasp. Applejack’s eyes were closed and her throat was tight as she unleashed a tiny but high-pitched squeal, and Sunset could feel the farmgirl’s pussy doing its damnedest to milk her fingers with a series of rapid, ferocious, spasming squeezes.

Sunset Shimmer let her ride it out - it was better for her, after all, if Applejack looked fondly on this first climax with another person. A fond memory for the farmgirl to sit on when she was all by herself later at the farm...or ranch...or orchard, or wherever the hell she lived, Sunset wasn’t really paying attention when she talked about it. She could live at a rodeo for all Sunset cared, what really mattered was that Applejack continued to grind up against her fingers while her pussy remained warm and wet in response to that intimate contact. After a few more hungry gyrations Applejack finally let herself settle once more, her backside flopping to the tile below and her breathing hot and ragged. Even once she settled, Sunset Shimmer kept her fingers moving within the farmgirl’s pussy for a little longer - easing her down from that thrilling peak with the sort of care and comfort that really made a coerced moment of pleasure stick. Only once Applejack’s breathing started to calm and the girl’s eyes started to flutter open did Sunset finally begin to pull her hand free, carefully easing her fingers away from that tightening entrance and working her hand out from the front of Applejack’s jean shorts.

“Looks like you enjoyed yourself,” Sunset Shimmer purred, and lifted her glistening fingers to take a small, exploratory lick of her glazed digits. With Applejack’s flavor fresh on her senses, she let her eyes dash down across the other woman’s fit figure - in particular, those breasts that had been completely captivating her the entire time they worked. “You want to return the favor for me, right?”

“Well, ah...of course I do.” Applejack was still working on catching her breath, with those freckled, glorious tits heaving against the fabric of her flannel. “It’d be downright rude not to, I imagine. Just...just lean back, Sunset, and I’ll--”

Applejack’s words and motions were stopped by Sunset Shimmer, who closed her juice-slickened hand over the other girl’s wrist, halting her as she reached for Sunset’s crotch. With the power of her magic in full sway and a plan firmly in her mind, Sunset gestured to the floor in front of them - a nice, clear spot, safe within the darkness underneath the bleachers.

“Lie flat on your back,” she ordered the farmgirl, grinning. “I know exactly what I want from you.”

Applejack did exactly as she was told, saying nothing of this sudden change in tone from Sunset. It was understandable in a strange way - they sure weren’t interacting with one another in innocent fashion anymore, and Applejack needed someone a little more bold to call the shots. As she laid flat as per Sunset Shimmer’s orders, the sinister former pony smirked, her hands drifting up and underneath her skirt to tug at the waistband of her panties. She made a small show of it - wiggling her hips as she squeezed out of them, allowing her skirt to tent once they were free and she could feel the exposed air on her pulsing cock. At a certain point she simply held a hand aloft with her panties dangling from a single outstretched finger, and once Applejack had the chance to see them - not to mention some time for the reality of the moment to sink in - Sunset suddenly bunched her undergarments up and pushed them forward, stuffing them squarely against Applejack’s lips.

The rustic girl gave a small squeak that was swiftly muffled, her eyes going wide as Sunset’s panties were jammed squarely within her mouth. Her tongue was forced to draw in the taste of precum-slickened fabric, and even that fraction of a taste of magical spunk was enough to make her entire body shiver. That tight, fit body trembled as Sunset finally started to swagger forward, bringing herself to mount Applejack’s belly while the front part of her skirt hovered squarely over her breasts.

“I can’t tell you how many times I’ve thought about fucking these tits of yours, AJ,” Sunset Shimmer cooed, her hands dropping to fondle the farmgirl straight through her shirt. She squeezed her palms against each hefty breast, bent her thumbs forward to tease at where she guessed the nipples were, and held her grasp until she could feel Applejack buck underneath her. With a soft bite to her bottom lip, Sunset let herself savor that moment of conquest - one of the most resilient and stuffy girls in all of CHS, moaning underneath her and ready to have her big, beautiful breasts claimed. Her plan was going perfectly. “So let’s not waste any more time, yeah?”

She was bold from there, hooking her fingers against Applejack’s flannel and ripping it open so vigorously that a few buttons scattered across the floor, only to be lost under the bleachers and fuel future rumors about what went on underneath them. After the flannel was cast aside there was only Applejack’s t-shirt between Sunset and her prize - a garment kept so scandalously tight that the farmgirl didn’t need a bra underneath. Soon that garment was similarly pulled down with rough and callous regard, yanked so the collar of Applejack’s shirt was stretched to a point that it hooked underneath her tits. Applejack would have a hard time explaining what happened to her clothes that night when she got back home, but Sunset Shimmer didn’t care - especially once the sight of those perfect tits fell into view.

They were everything she’d hoped for. Each one easily the size of three plump apples bunched together, they were even bigger and more tempting than they looked underneath the shirt. On that note, Sunset afforded herself one hand to pinch the edge of her skirt and slowly pull it back, revealing the sight of her smooth, amber dick that fell into view - tip glistening with precum, shaft at full attention, the presence of it demanding Applejack’s eyes lock directly on it. The farmgirl was doing just that now, with Sunset Shimmer’s panties still gagging her, clearly half-stricken by shock of what she was witnessing, and half-overtaken by the promise of what was to come. Unwilling to leave her newest conquest waiting, Sunset Shimmer let herself lean forward, her plump, meaty cock pressing squarely in between Applejack’s tits as her hands closed down against them from the sides.

“Fuck, they’re so warm...so soft…” Sunset Shimmer shuddered, her head rolling back and a tiny, aroused gasp escaping the very depths of her throat. While her fingers sunk against Applejack’s freckled tits, they squished perfectly on both sides of her impressive length, making sure that Applejack knew just how damned hard she was in between them. At first, Sunset was content to hold them in place while her hips did most of the work - bucking slowly back and forth, grinding her shaft in between that inviting embrace and letting her balls dust back and forth across Applejack’s belly. Her motions were slow and coming from a place of profound desire to appreciate the moment - to savor those precious few seconds where she claimed what little of Applejack’s dignity was left via rutting herself between the farmgirl’s flawless bust. When she spoke, it only made things all the sweeter as she could witness the look of briefly-ashamed arousal that crossed Applejack’s surprisingly timid features. “I can’t believe you try to hide these things underneath flannel all the time. Doesn’t seem very honest to me.”

Applejack could do little more than suckle on Sunset Shimmer’s panties, blushing up a storm and squeezing her thighs together as more and more excitement filled her. The girl’s breasts were sensitive like never before, with her nipples sticking straight up at full attention, tender underneath the occasional flick of Sunset Shimmer’s thumbs. She could feel the other girl pulse between her, twitching and trembling as the cocky bitch rocked back and forth, grinding her hefty length in between her plump frame. It was pretty clear from Applejack’s blush that she was a insecure about her breasts - not all that uncommon for a tomboy to be ashamed about a rack this great, but now she was finally starting to understand just how much someone could appreciate it. At a certain point, the tip of Sunset Shimmer’s amber cock touched the bottom of her chin and left a glistening streak of precum in its wake, and that was enough for Sunset to give a large grin as she slowed her pace. She released one of Applejack’s tits briefly to stretch out and pinch the fabric of her panties sticking out from the farmgirl’s pouting lips, and once she pulled them delicately free and tossed them aside, resumed her grasp on her breasts.

“Open your mouth, AJ,” Sunset Shimmer purred, and scooted forward a few inches across the other woman’s belly. “I’ve got something you’ll love the taste of even more than apples.”

If Applejack doubted those words - which she almost certainly did - she didn’t vocalize as much as she tilted her head upward and did as she was told. Her mouth opened wide and she even had the foresight to stretch her tongue outward, rolling out the red carpet, so to speak, for the tip of Sunset Shimmer’s rod. With a confident smile still on her face, Sunset positioned herself so that her cockhead was resting right there across Applejack’s tongue - her tip precariously positioned to squirt straight into her mouth like one of Pinkie Pie’s frosting bags. It took a bit of stretching on Applejack’s part, but once she was holding herself in that position Sunset could keep jerking her length with Applejack’s plump breasts - squeezing them taut to the sides and pushing them back and forth. Even though her hips remained static, the effort ensured that she was constantly feeling that delightful pressure on both sides of her shaft, pushing her ever-closer to a release that would fire straight into Applejack’s open, waiting maw.

Sunset Shimmer beamed, gazing down at the sight of Applejack so patiently waiting for a big, heaping mouthful of cum. She’d enjoyed fucking the other three girls previously conscripted, of course, but this one...this one was a particularly delicious conquest. Applejack was always so damned stuffy, always such a straight-edged bitch, always glaring at her with judgemental eyes...and now she was every bit as wanton and cum-hungry as the others. It was going to be a true delight further defiling her over the weeks and months to come, and she was sure that the well-intentioned and righteously moral farmgirl would find herself at a spot of special distinction within her growing cabal. Maybe a nice leather collar with a cowbell attached to it would be in order? Or perhaps she’d simply strap a muzzle on her and treat her like little more than naked, writhing livestock.

Either way, Sunset was relishing the grip of those gloriously plump tits as they continued up and down along her length, rubbing so fast that she was positive she’d be milked free of her load at any second. The sight of Applejack’s once-innocent eyes was almost as intoxicating as that warm and lovely grip around her shaft, and when Sunset’s length allowed a single drop of precum to fall down to the back of the farmgirl’s throat, the noise she made was utterly captivating. Sunset didn’t look back, but she could tell at that point that Applejack was absolutely writhing, grinding her thighs together within her daisy dukes, a squirming mess of arousal that would be begging to get fucked before too long. And if she wasn’t ready yet, it was a sure thing once the sinister bitch’s load finally, finally arrived.

Sunset Shimmer hissed sharply from the back of her throat, and she forced Applejack’s tits against her shaft with all her might when the moment arrived. One hungry nudge forward pushed her entire cocktip into the waiting, wet maw of the farmgirl, and Applejack offered a pathetic whimper as she received her first shot of addictive magical cum. It was every bit as potent as Sunset Shimmer expected, and even in the dark under the bleachers she could see Applejack’s eyes almost instantly glaze over, right as her chest lifted with a sudden, sighing intake of desperate breath. Jet after jet of warm, white cum filled Applejack’s mouth to the point that it pooled in the back of her throat, and to the credit of the blonde she didn’t choke on it. Her position was such that she could easily tilt her head back as Sunset continued to squirt, and the longer she held that position the more her mouth filled. Ounce after ounce of cream continued until Sunset pulled her tip back to prevent it from dabbing into the mouth full of spunk, and while Applejack held her nearly-overflowing mouth open, the amber-skinned bitch offered her another few streaks for her face and those lovely, freckled tits. She could just barely see the sight of Applejack’s tongue swirling around within the cum, and with a slowly-growing smirk she swung her thigh up and over the girl’s belly and dropped a hand down to the front of her jean shorts.

“Feel free to enjoy that snack at your own pace, AJ,” Sunset purred, and began to roughly yank the fabric down across Applejack’s thighs. “But while you do, I’m going to help myself to your pussy.”

Applejack didn’t seem to mind, and in fact, even lifted her backside off the ground to help Sunset Shimmer pull her shorts away. They slid up and over her knees and past her ankles with ease, flopping down to the floor with a thud as Sunset slid forward and prepared to claim her prize. There was a pair of apple-print panties in the way with the visible outline of Applejack’s pussy hiding below, and when Sunset hooked a finger against the fabric to pull them aside, the cowgirl practically melted in bliss. She closed her lips around the heaping mouthful of cum she was offered but still hadn’t managed to swallow - her cheeks puffed out and her eyes glazed as the magical flavor sunk impossibly deep into her senses. By the time Sunset Shimmer grasped her still-hard length by the base and nudged her glistening cocktip against the other girl’s folds, Applejack was more than ready to take her inside, even if she was almost desperately in over her head.

Sunset Shimmer said nothing, but relished the look on Applejack’s face as she squeezed her cock inside. The farmgirl was blushing up a storm while her tongue continued swimming through cum, and as the inches pressed inside a gloriously tight cunt, Sunset was freely able to experience that tight figure she’d been lusting after for so long. Soon she looped Applejack’s knees up and over her shoulders and closed her arms around the girl’s thighs, locking her into place as she prepared to give her the fucking that she so rightly deserved. Only once Sunset Shimmer was fully inside of her, packed so deep that her balls were resting against Applejack’s backside, did the blonde finally work up the nerve to swallow the cream so generously given to her waiting mouth.

It was a heavy gulp, complete with a loud, wet noise followed by Applejack’s gasping voice in the aftermath. She was left whimpering once it was finally down, staring up at Sunset Shimmer with a look of utter and complete disbelief. A gaze well-earned, all things considered - this was the last place Applejack expected to be that evening, but with the magical cum rushing down her throat and filling her belly, it felt more natural and rewarding than anyplace she could possibly imagine. Even her pussy responded in wonderful fashion while she swallowed down that load, tightening suddenly upon the cock stretching her, nearly trembling herself into a climax right then and there. Sunset Shimmer, with a perpetually smug look on her face, gave Applejack a tiny nod to gesture at the rest of the mess before she started to thrust.

“Got some cum on your tits, AJ,” she pointed out, and rapidly began to rock her hips. Applejack wasn’t able to form a response beyond a depraved moan as she started to get pounded - flesh slapping heavily against flesh and that perfect amber dick plunging deep into her warm, accommodating pussy. The hands of the honest blonde didn’t reach for Sunset Shimmer so much as her own coated breasts, where she was gleeful to find that the other girl told the truth - there was a treasure trove of squirted spunk still spread across her bust, a creamy glaze that she was free to swipe her fingers through before escorting the flavor straight to her mouth. At one point, Applejack even scooped her hands below her breasts and tried to force them up against her face, doing her damndest to bend forward and suckle at her own cum-coated nipples. Because she was such a busty bitch, she succeeded - and Sunset Shimmer really wished she would’ve had her phone’s camera handy to get a few quick shots. Ultimately, she just shrugged with a smile. After all, it’d be easy to get Applejack to suck her cum off of anything she wanted from that point forward.

Sunset Shimmer was relentless at that point, claiming Applejack’s pussy with fiere shoves that always drifted back nearly to the point of popping out, just before slamming straight back down to the hilt. While Applejack did her moaning best to clean herself of all that extra cum, Sunset was working tirelessly to give her more of it, knowing full well that while the taste of her cream was one thing...the experience of having it pounded straight into that sopping, sensitive entrance was on a whole other level. Her fingers dug tight against Applejack’s thighs as she braced herself and kept rushing forward, filling not just underneath the bleachers but the entire gym with the sound of her strikes. It was a damned good thing that most of the school was otherwise focused on the soccer game outside, since these two were conducting themselves so loudly and recklessly that there would be no obscurity to what they were doing. That fact resonated particularly strongly with Sunset Shimmer as she started to loom over Applejack, her smile self-satisfied and devious as she pumped forward one more time for a particularly intense thrust. There she held her cock deep inside while her hips wiggled back and forth, just as her teasing, playful voice was offered to a farm girl that couldn’t stop sucking cum from her fingertips.

“You don’t have to stand across the hall glaring at me anymore, AJ,” Sunset Shimmer cooed, and her eyes flashed with a dominant, hunger-driven venom. “Next time you see me and Rarity sneak into the janitor’s closet, you’re more than welcome to come along and help her suck my big, perfect cock!”

Her words were far more bold than she’d otherwise throw at one of her conquests, but it was undeniable that Applejack was already in her thrall. As soon as Sunset Shimmer resumed her thrusting Applejack gave in to a series of full-throated moans, and when she wasn’t busy feeding herself the excess cum that had been shot across her face or tits, she was filling the underside of the bleachers with the noise of her overflowing delight. Her pussy offered a warm, tight grip that was rapidly seizing in an attempt to milk Sunset of yet another load, and Sunset countered that pleasure by hitting Applejack with hard, deep strikes - alternating between pulling back once more or simply wiggling from side to side so she could grind her cock against the inside of Applejack’s walls.

It was getting hot underneath the bleachers, with sweat clinging to both girls as they continued crashing against each other, and by the time Sunset Shimmer finally hit her second peak she was practically glazed in a layer of it. With a few vigorous final pumps, she clutched Applejack’s legs against her body and drove forward with all her might, lodging her twitching cockhead wickedly deep as she started to unload. Her member throbbed against a pussy that was aching for her release, and as her cum started to pump burst after burst within Applejack, the farmgirl gave into her own juicy, wet climax. Both girls were left gasping and groaning as they indulged in each other, with Applejack’s impossibly tight grip milking her new lover for more and more, just as her own glistening squirt fell to the smooth floor of the gym below. While she peaked, Sunset helped herself to another grope of Applejack’s beautiful tits, fiercely digging her fingers against the soft and inviting flesh, teasing the nipples with her palms, and gazing down across the sweaty, blushing, fuck-worn image that she had twisted Applejack into.

She was downright beautiful like Sunset had never seen her before - instead of infuriatingly stuffy and stern, Applejack was a mewling kitten of desire, gazing up at her with wide eyes and parted lips, barely able to understand just what her body was doing. And Sunset, through all of her malevolent manipulations, couldn’t wait to twist that fond adoration to her wicked will.

“Good job, AJ,” Sunset Shimmer praised her, just as she felt her dick release one last jet into that accommodating pussy. She lowered a hand to tease her fingers just below the other girl’s chin, and smoothly pressed her thumb to the side of Applejack’s cheek. Ushering over a small dollop of cream, she pushed it squarely against the farmgirl’s lips, and before long Applejack was loyally, dotingly suckling on her thumb just to claim more of that tasty spunk. Together they basked in the aftermath, though from admittedly different perspectives. For Applejack, it was a glow of satisfaction that came from losing her virginity to someone that seemed so...unexpectedly kind and considerate. And for Sunset Shimmer, it was the proud, beaming menace of a wicked bitch that had yet another slut underneath her service. “I’m looking forward to us becoming better and better friends from here on out.”

And Applejack - with her tongue curling under Sunset’s thumb and her pussy squeezing that magnificent dick - simply nodded. The blonde belonged to Sunset Shimmer now, the same as all of her friends.

And soon, the same as Rainbow Dash.

End of Chapter Four.

Author's Note

Oh, AJ. You ain't anywhere near strong enough to resist Sunset's charms, darlin'.

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