The Class President Is a Pervert

Nightfall Flicker bit her knuckle as she suppressed her moans. The Prince’s hand rested between her legs, his index finger nestled within the folds of her young, wet vagina.

“My lady, if you wish to cry out, then by all means.” He whispered into her ear.

She maintained her composure up until he used his thumb to press against her clitoris. She couldn’t help herself but to moan in delight. The Prince tore her dress open, forcing her breasts to spill out over the tattered silk. Nightfall made a feeble attempt to pull away from his strong grip, but he only pulled her closer.

“Come now, my lady. Your lips may say ‘no,’ but your body is screaming ‘yes!’” He bit her neck, utterly dominating her in both body and soul. She watched as the Prince pulled his penis from his trousers, fully erect. “Now then, let us see what songs you sing when I

“Hey, egghead! Lemme copy your notes.”

The notebook was pulled out from under Twilight’s nose and held high above her head. The rainbow-haired girl responsible for the theft held it up to her own eye level. Twilight cried out wordlessly and tried to rise from her desk to grab at the notebook, but tripped over her own feet, and fell back into her chair.

“Geeze, chill. I’ll give it back. I just need your math notes.” Rainbow Dash crossed the classroom towards her own desk, scanning the notebook all the while. “Damn, could you writer any smaller?” she muttered under her breath. Twilight’s heart leapt into her throat as she watched the tall girl stalk away.

Rainbow stopped dead in her tracks before she made it halfway to her desk. Her olive cheeks turned bright red as her eyes widened, fully realizing what she was reading in the nerdy class president’s notebook. She made a move to turn back to Twilight’s desk, perhaps to return the stolen notebook, but the door to the classroom suddenly shot open and Professor Celestia hurried into the room.

“Sorry I’m late this morning, but let’s not waste any more time. Take your seats everyone.” She slammed her coffee mug onto her desk, silencing the room like a judge with his gavel.

Dash made her way awkwardly to her seat in the back of the classroom, and shoved the stolen notebook into her bag. She was gonna return it as soon as possible. Whatever that bookworm did in her spare time was her business. Dash didn’t want to know about it. Not her business. She tried to ignore the tingling sensation she felt in her stomach. She willed it to disappear, not to go any further south.

It wasn’t working.

Professor Celestia was droning on about the Pythagorean theorem, or maybe Ptolemy’s theorem… something with a ‘p’ in it. Dash couldn’t focus. She couldn’t keep her feet still. Her knees were pushed together, grinding against one another. She knew her face was red, she could feel her cheeks burning up. She glanced cautiously towards the front of the room, to the desk she knew the class president would be sitting in.

Dash could only see her back, and her perfectly straight navy hair with its purple and pink streaks cascading down her shoulders. Even without seeing her face, Dash had the distinct feeling that she was sending a “don’t look at me” vibe backwards towards Dash’s seat. Rainbow did her best to keep her eyes glued to the chalkboard, but she couldn’t keep focus on the assorted numbers and symbols at the best of times, least of all now.

She glanced over to Twilight’s position once more, and froze. Twilight was glancing over her shoulder, directly at Dash. Her purple eyes shot straight through Dash, sending hot waves through her body with her intense gaze. A shiver crawled down Dash’s spine, and she turned her eyes towards her desk. She scrunched her eyes tightly closed, willing Twilight to look away. She sat there for a few minutes, feeling the heat from the class president’s eyes all the while.

When she dared to open her eyes once more, Twilight’s attention was focused squarely on the professor. Dash should’ve felt relief, but her mind kept wandering back to the notebook. She raised her hand, trying to get the professor’s attention.

Professor Celestia glanced up from her notes, Dash’s waving hand catching her eye. “Yes, Ms. Dash?”

“I uh… need to use the bathroom.”

“Fine, take the hall pass.” She indicated the yellow card the yellow card on her desk before turning back to her notes.

Dash hurried out of the classroom, clutching her book bag tightly in her hand, and made her way down the empty hallway. She pushed her way into the last stall in the girl’s bathroom and rifled through her book bag, pulling out the stolen notebook. She sat on the toilet seat and rifled through the pages. They were all covered, front and back, with small, close-knit handwriting.

There were dozens of stories, all featuring the exploits of a young girl named Nightfall Flicker and her numerous sexual encounters with an unnamed Prince. Dash flipped through until she found the beginning of a story.

Nightfall gasped as the Prince’s calloused fingers rubbed her nipples. They hardened under his rough, yet gentle touch. He pinched them roughly, and a shiver shot down Nightfall’s spine.

Dash bit down on her knuckles as she flipped forward in the story.

He forced his penis down her throat, making her gag, tears streaming down her eyes. He began to buck his hips, violating her virgin throat and grabbing bunches of her hair in order to better control her.

Dash didn’t notice her hand making its way between her legs until her fingers pressed down on her slit through her panties. She stifled a gasp and continued reading.

His burning hot semen erupted into her mouth, causing her to gag. He pushed her head down onto his member, forcing her to swallow his semen, lest she choke. She gulped down the thick fluid, hesitant at first, but the musky flavor soon made her nethers moist.

Dash pulled the thin fabric of her panties aside, and slipped two fingers into her pussy. She was surprised at how wet she was, but continued all the same. She pushed her fingers in as deeply as she could before retracting them, picking up the pace with each thrust. She rubbed her clit with her thumb, and continued reading.

The Prince pushed her backwards onto the bed, and deftly ripped her panties away, revealing her moistened genitals. He smiled, and wordlessly thrust his penis inside of her. It hurt really bad but also felt really good.

Dash ignored the bad prose as she continued to finger her pussy, and pushed down on her clit with her thumb.

The Prince’s thrusts pushed Nightfall nearly off the bed, but his strong hands wrapped powerfully around her waist kept her on the mattress. He continued to thrust into her, not caring for the discomfort her was causing, focusing only on his upcoming orgasm. His penis made Nightfall feel all tingly in her vagina.

All tingly? Dash flipped through the notebook hurriedly, trying to find a better sex scene.

His penis was really big and hard.

No.

It hurt really bad but also felt really good.

No…

His powerful dicking made her cum.

No!

Dash threw the notebook onto the tile floor with a groan of frustration. She was so damn close… She withdrew her fingers from her dripping sex, and watched as strings of her fluids formed between her fingers. She closed her eyes, and licked her fingers clean.

Twilight hurried down the hallway, head down, shoes pounding the hardwood. She avoided everyone’s eyes, not daring to look up in fear of the ridicule she knew was coming. She class bully had taken her notebook! The notebook! With all of her… stories. She scrunched her eyes closed, not willing to let any tears spill until she was in her room.

Damn that Rainbow Dash! Just because she was good at rugby, she thought she could get away with anything! She always wore her skirt too short, never buttoned the top buttons on her blouse, hardly ever wore her tie! And whenever Twilight told her about the dress code, she just laughed and called her names! Damn her for stealing her notes! She should have been expelled in her freshman year!

A thought came unbidden to her mind, striking her like a ton of bricks. Maybe… the one getting expelled… would be Twilight herself. If Rainbow Dash showed the notebook to Professor Celestia… or anyone for that matter… Twilight’s days at Ponyville Boarding School were numbered.

She turned the corner and stopped dead in her tracks. Rainbow Dash was standing in the hallway, directly in front of Twilight’s room. The notebook was in her hand. Rainbow glanced up and saw Twilight standing at the end of the hallway. She opened her mouth to say something.

Twilight moved with surprising speed, bolting towards Rainbow, and making a mad grab for the notebook. Rainbow reacted quickly, surprise only flashing across her features briefly. She took a half step back and held the notebook high above her head. Twilight reached up, but couldn’t even touch the edge of a page when she jumped. Dash had a foot on her in height, and was using it to her advantage.

After a few attempts at a grab, Twilight stopped to catch her breath, sending an evil glare at Dash all the while. The tall girl seemed nonplussed.

“Take it easy, egghead. I’m here to give it back.”

Twilight was wary, even though Rainbow didn’t look like she was lying. “Then why not hand it over?”

“Well… I uh… wanna talk to you about it. About what you uh… wrote.”

“Why?”

“Um… can we talk about it inside?” She indicated Twilight’s room.

It went against everything Twilight stood for to let a delinquent and bully into her room, but it didn’t look like she had a surplus of options at the moment. She unlocked the door and walked inside, with Rainbow following close behind.

Twilight took a seat in the only chair, between her bed and the door. She didn’t offer Rainbow a place to sit. “Talk.”

Dash fidgeted slightly before opening her mouth. “I uh… I read it.”

Twilight remained silent, not giving Rainbow the satisfaction of seeing her inner turmoil.

“And uh… I… kinda liked it.”

Silence.

“What?”

“It’s… ya know… not bad.”

Twilight wasn’t sure what to do in this situation. She expected ridicule, threats even, but not… whatever this was. Her heart felt like it was tearing itself apart.

“Why?”

“Um… why what?”

“Why… anything? Why read it? Why tell me about it? Why did you even like it?”

“Shit, I dunno. It’s just… it got me kinda hot. That’s all.” Dash avoided Twilight’s intense glare.

Twilight’s face turned bright red, and she averted her gaze from Rainbow. “Just… give me the notebook back.”

Dash hesitated, the notebook still clutched in her hand. “Why do you write this?”

“That’s… none of your business.”

“Hey, I’m keeping this a secret,” she waved the notebook in front of her face. “I can keep whatever else a secret. You have my word.”

“Psh. The word of a bully doesn’t carry much weight.”

Dash was struck by the accusation. “I’m not a bully.”

“You pick on me nearly every day. How are you not a bully?”

Rainbow thought back to her previous encounters with Twilight. She didn’t think they spoke very often, but every instance she could think of involved her teasing the other girl. She felt a cold pit in her stomach open up. Dash always thought her teasing was more affectionate than mean spirited, but maybe she was being a bully.

“I don’t… I mean… Sure I tease you but… it’s not like I hate you or anything.”

“Sure, you just don’t see me as being worth treating like an equal.”

“Oh you’re one to talk, Ms. High and mighty! Every time you talk to me it’s always ‘Rainbow Dash, why didn’t you turn in your homework? Rainbow Dash, put your tie on. Rainbow Dash, don’t run in the hallway! Blah blah blah!’ You’re always criticizing me!”

The girls glared at each other for a moment, neither wanting to be the first to blink. As one, they averted their eyes, their anger quickly turning into shame. They both felt in the wrong.

“Fine,” Twilight mumbled. “Maybe I deserve some of that.”

“Yeah well,” Rainbow muttered back. “I guess I kinda come off as a jerk sometimes.”

An awkward silence passed between them as the girls came to a silent understanding.

Rainbow Dash was the first to break the silence. “Friends?”

Twilight chuckled. “Not quite. But… we’re cool.”

“Cool.” Dash crossed the room and put her arm around Twilight’s slim shoulders. “Then as friends… why write erotic fiction in class?”

Twilight turned her head away from Dash’s grinning face. She felt a finger roughly poke her cheeks. “Come onnnnn… you can tell meeeee…” Dash drew out her words, hoping to annoy the truth out of Twilight.

The class president sighed, and removed her glasses to pinch the bridge of her nose. “As long as you promise to tell no one. And I mean absolutely, positively, not a single soul for as long as you live.”

“Cross my heart.”

Twilight sighed once more, trying to summon courage she wasn’t sure she had. “I’m a pervert.”

“I uh… didn’t quite catch that.”

“I’m a pervert! I watch porn for hours! I import dating sims from Japan! I own eight vibrators! I don’t always wear panties to class! I’m a disgusting pervert!” Twilight seemed on the verge of tears.

Rainbow squeezed her tight, hoping she hadn’t made the smaller girl cry. She never knew what to do when things got… emotional. “Come on, that’s not so bad! I’m like, a total slut! I’ve banged like ten dudes. And… three girls… So I’m like, way worse.”

“Don’t rub it in…” Twilight muttered miserably.

“What do you mean?”

“To top it off… I’m a virgin. God, I’m like some stereotypical character in a bad dating game or something…”

“Hm. That would explain the endings.”

Twilight’s eyes stopped watering for a moment. “What do you mean?”

“The endings in your stories… they kinda suck. The descriptions totally give out after a certain point. It kinda felt like you were basing the action off a bad porno or something. I guess that explains why.”

“Now I’m getting constructive criticism from a girl who I wasn’t sure could even read an hour ago.”

Dash decided to ignore the insult, and racked her brain for a way to put Twilight in a better mood. Inspiration struck. “Hey Twi, I’ve got an idea. I can totally help you make your stories better!”

“H-how?” Twilight was wary of accepting help from others, especially in this situation.

“It’s a secret for now. Meet me in my room in an hour. Down the hall, room 206.” She gave Twilight a quick peck on the cheek, tossed the notebook onto the bed, and ran out of the room, slamming the door behind her in her haste.

Twilight sat in her chair, dumbfounded. She had felt like a ball of nerves and conflicting emotions that where ready to explode a second ago, but the kiss on her cheek had pushed that all aside.

What did she just get herself into?