The Class President Is a Pervert

Twilight stood at the end of the hallway, clutching the corner of the wall like a shield protecting her body. Why was she even here? She should have locked her door and turned off the lights the second Dash had left her room. But instead, she was glaring down the hallway, trying to discern the presence of a trap on the otherwise unassuming wooden door at the end of the hallway.

The bottom of the door had a significant amount of scuffmarks, but that was probably normal, Twilight reasoned.

She took a breath to calm herself, and put one foot in front of the other until she found herself in front of the door in question. She held her fist to the door, and hesitated once more. Walking there was one thing, but knocking was something else entirely.

All the same, she came this far, there was no turning back. And she must look a bit silly just standing in front of a random door, knees shaking and fist clenched. She knocked.

No soon had her knuckles left the oak surface of the door that it flew open, revealing a wide-eyed Rainbow Dash. “What the hell took you so long? Get in!” She grabbed Twilight by the shoulder and yanked her inside.

Twilight barely had a moment to take in the messy room. The bed was unmade (if it had ever been made in the first place), dirt-covered clothing was strewn about the floor, papers were stacked on the desk, and the blinds were askew. Rainbow’s hand gripped her shoulder and turned her roughly to face her.

Twilight was suddenly aware of how Rainbow Dash was dressed. Or rather, undressed. Gone was the mandatory plaid navy skirt, white shirt and navy tie, and in its place was a very uncharacteristically feminine negligee. She clearly didn’t have the figure for it; her muscular abdomen stood out between the thin pink fabric and the chest area seemed looser than it should be. Her multicolored hair had been let out of her trademark ponytail and possibly even brushed out, allowing it to flow down between her shoulder blades. She barely looked like the same girl Twilight was familiar with. All the same, the view was… well, the view sent the butterflies in Twilight’s stomach migrating south.

Twilight was suddenly aware of her situation. Alone in her bully’s room with the promise of some form of sexual education. Twilight caught herself staring at Dash’s meager chest. Her dark nipples were clearly visible through the light pink fabric. Was Rainbow Dash planning to… with Twilight? Was she a… she admitted to having sex with girls…

There was a knock at the door and Dash’s eyes went wide again. “Shit he’s here!” Dash’s voice was a hoarse whisper. She turned Twilight about and pushed her into the open closet.

Twilight bumped against the wall, and turned to Dash in confusion. “Wait, what am I-“

“Just watch and learn.” She shut the door, leaving Twilight a mere crack to peer through.

From her hiding place she watched as Dash took her position on the bed, lounging in what she may have thought of as a ‘sexy pose’ on her back. “Come in,” she called out. The door opened and Twilight watched as the guest entered.

She only knew him through reputation. He was a senior at the school and the Number Eight forward on the Rugby team. He was popular with nearly every girl (and according to rumor, some boys) at school, and left a string of broken hearts in his wake. His name was Soarin, and Twilight was among the legions of girls who had a crush on him.

He smiled devilishly as he beheld the sight in front of him. “Well I can’t say it suits you, but I’m glad you wore it for me all the same.”

Rainbow chuckled from her position on the bed. “I’m not wearing it for you, asshole. I just like how I look in it. Our opinions are merely the same in this one regard.”

“Oh, I see. Is that why you called me over? To tell me that we agree for once?”

“You know why I called you over.”

“Do I? I’m not so sure.” His voice was playful, but he was advancing on the bed like a predator stalking wounded prey.

“I called you over for the same reason I always do.”

“And that is…?”

“To fuck my cunt so hard you leave bruises.”

Twilight’s hands flew to her mouth to prevent her sharp gasp from escaping into the room. She was slightly offended by the use of the “C-word,” but that was pushed to the back of her mind when she realized exactly what was going on here. Rainbow was going to have sex with Soarin… and she wanted Twilight to watch so she could learn about “real” sex.

Rainbow Dash was… very direct in her approach to problem solving. Twilight had to give her credit for that.

Soarin’s hand shot out of the pocket of his letterman jacket and snaked under Rainbow’s thin pink panties so fast, Twilight could barely follow the motion. Dash bit her lip to suppress her moan.

“What’s wrong, Rainbow? You’re not even wet.” His playful tone continued.

“Well duh. Not every girl gushes waterfalls at the mere sight of you.”

“Then I suppose we’ll have to do something to get you in the mood.” Without any hesitation or indication of his intent, Soaring quickly undid the button and zipper of his jeans and pulled his erect penis out in front of Rainbow’s face.

Twilight’s hands unconsciously made their way up her legs, brushing past her skirt and stroking her inner thigh. Soarin’s penis was something to behold. She’d seen big dicks in pornos and games before sure, but seeing one in person is a totally different animal. His cock was at least eight inches long, possibly more, streaked with powerful veins, and throbbing like a stallion chomping at the bit.

Dash didn’t even hesitate before swallowing it whole. She made only the slightest of gagging sounds as she slid her lips down to the base of his penis, burying her nose in the thatch of navy hair that rested there. She slid her lips backwards as easily as she had forwards, coating his penis in a thick layer of saliva, leaving it glistening under the florescent light.

Dash glanced over to the closet she had hidden Twilight in, and saw the nerdy girl staring in wonderment. One delicate hand was covering her mouth while the other rested firmly between her legs. Her face was glowing red and her purple eyes were wide. Dash felt a tingle crawl up her spine as a result of being watched by someone so… well pure wasn’t the right word, was it? She swirled her tongue around the thick head of Soarin’s penis, eliciting a moan from the older boy. Dash shot a wink towards Twilight before she continued her work.

She scootched up onto her knees, giving her a better angle for her head to move. She wrapped one of her hands around the base of his cock and began to stroke it, while her lips still glided over the upper half of the shaft. Soarin’s moans became louder and more frequent as she got into the swing of her work. She pulled his member out of her mouth and began to lick the underside with the very tip of her tongue, while the strokes of her hand became faster and more powerful.

Soarin began to run his hands through Dash’s multichromatic locks, his mouth agape all the while. “Oh fuck,” he moaned. “You’re too good at sucking cock.”

“That’s funny,” Dash replied, grinning. “I thought you were doing the exact opposite of complaining.”

“Shut up and suck my cock.”

“Oh, yes sir.” She wrapped her lips around his shaft once more, increasing the speed of her oral attentions.

It was quickly becoming too much for Soarin to handle. He moaned once more and gathered a bunch of Rainbow’s hair in his fist, and used it to pull her down to the very base of his cock. She held his breath and went red in the face Rainbow’s eyes shot open wide and she began to slap his stomach, and Twilight realized that he must be having an orgasm.

After a minute of Dash’s muffled protests, Soarin finally grunted and released her hair. Dash pulled back, gasping and coughing, with tears streaming down her face. They both took a moment to gasp for air.

“You asshole!” Dash slapped at Soarin’s body while shouting in a hoarse voice. “I couldn’t fucking breathe!”

“Heh, sorry. I had to cum.” He didn’t seem to regret his actions very much at all.

“I wanted you to cum on my face, you idiot.”

“Oh yeah, forgot you have a thing for cum baths.”

Rainbow averted her gaze and blushed deeply. “I do not. I just prefer it over gagging on your gross jizz.”

“Sure, sure. Well next time I’ll remember to cum all over your pretty little face.”

Dash’s eyes narrowed. “I should just kick you out now.”

“Fine, fine. I’ve already cum. But what’re you gonna do to relieve all that… stress?”

Rainbow grimaced, clearly annoyed by the effect the boy was having over her. But even Twilight knew that the last thing on Dash’s mind was kicking him out. Dash simply sighed, lay back on the bed, and spread her legs.

Nobody moved.

“W-well?”

“Well what? Are you comfortable?”

“This pose is kinda embarrassing, you know.”

“So what do you want me to do about it?”

“Oh for fuck’s…” Dash shot upright, her eyes shooting daggers Soarin’s way. “Eat my cunt already!”

“Well, since you asked so politely…” He pulled off his jacket and crouched in front of the bed. Twilight couldn’t quite see exactly what was happening next from her hiding place, but she was fairly sure she could make an educated guess based on the sounds Rainbow was making.

Twilight suddenly felt a wave of pleasure surge through her lower body, and bit down on the flesh of her palm to prevent herself from moaning. She looked down and realized that she had two fingers of her right hand buried firmly in her pussy. This was wrong. This was so very wrong. She was watching a girl she barely knew have sex with a boy she had a stupid crush on while she masturbated. It was so wrong.

She loved it.

Dash’s moans caught Twilight’s attention, making her look up once more. Dash’s feet were high in the air with her panties hooked around one of her ankles. She was running her hands through Soarin’s navy hair and practically screaming in pleasure. Soarin was gently nibbling on Dash’s clit with his nose buried in her patch of mulit-colored pubic hair.

Dash’s hips rolled and bucked in time with Soarin’s licking, smearing her juices around his mouth and dribbling down his chin. Dash grabbed a thatch of Soarin’s hair and pushed his face into her crotch, forcing his tongue to go in as deeply as it could. She tried to speak, but it merely came out as a formless moan, urging Soarin to redouble his efforts.

Twilight rubbed the outer lips of her vagina, tracing small circles around her labia. She let her fingers barely brush against her clit, sending electric chills shooting up her spine. Goosebumps spread from between her legs and down her thighs, reaching up to her breasts and making her nipples harden in her bra. She moaned quietly, hoping that Rainbow Dash’s own would conceal hers from detection. She felt her hot juices drip down her inner thigh and begin to form a small puddle on the hardwood.

Dash clenched her fist in Soarin’s hair, holding him tightly in place as a scream heralded the arrival of her orgasm. Her animalistic scream eventually quieted down and gave way to a string of words that Twilight couldn’t repeat in polite company. Her back arched as she gasped for air, and Soarin pulled away from her vice-like grip.

He wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt and his devilish smile crept back onto his face as he ran a hand through his mussed hair. “Well, I guess you liked-“

“Shut up.” Dash was trying to speak through gasps for air. “I don’t want… any of your… smarmy shit right now.”

“Fair enough. Then what do you want?”

Dash propped herself up on her elbows and cocked a half-smile. She pulled the string of the bow from the front of her negligee, exposing her small breasts to the room at large. “Just stick it in already.”

Soarin simply pulled his shirt over his head and kicked off his jeans. He walked to the edge of the bed and roughly grabbed Rainbow’s ankles, and pulled them up to his shoulders. He guided the tip of his penis to Dash’s soaking entrance, and pushed his way into the thatch of colorful hair.

Dash’s fist gripped the bedsheets and her toes curled as a moan escaped her lips. “Hnnnng… fuck!”

Soaring simply chuckled. “I’m not done yet, punk.” He thrust once more and forced the last inch of his erection into Dash, eliciting a shriek from her.

“Oh goddamn,” Dash groaned. “I forgot how big your cock is.”

Soarin laughed, perhaps somewhat in embarrassment at the sudden compliment. “I forgot how tight your cunt is, Dash.”

“Well why don’t you work on loosening it, then?”

“Will do.” He pulled his entire length out of Dash’s pussy before slamming it back in all at once.

Dash screamed in delight, raising her hips off the mattress and forcing her pelvis into Soarin’s.

Twilight pushed a third finger into her pussy, letting her juices flow into the palm of her hand. She had unbuttoned her shirt and pulled her bra up, letting her breasts hang free, and was pinching her nipple with her free hand. She pitched forward on her knees, letting her forehead connect to the hardwood floor. Her fingers worked furiously, creating a wet slapping sound that resounded throughout the closet. She bit her bottom lip to prevent her moans from escaping, slightly drawing blood as she did so.

She rolled onto her back and imagined Soarin between her legs. His penis was sliding between the lips of her vagina, and he was biting her nipples, clenching them between his teeth and stretching them away from her breast. He took her virginity with a force she could only dream of, pushing her off the bed with the powerful thrusts of his hips. Rainbow Dash leaned over her and pressed her lips to Twilight’s, forcing her tongue into her mouth.

Wait, Rainbow Dash? No… Soarin. He was…

Rainbow’s squeals of delight snapped Twilight back into reality, and she propped herself up on her side to get a better view.

Soaring was leaning over Dash’s slim body, suckling on her breasts as he continued to thrust into her. Dash’s fingers ran through his hair as she made shorts gasping sounds in time with the thrusts. Dash glanced over to the closet and locked eyes with Twilight. A moment of unspoken communication passed between the two girls as they neared their respective orgasms. Twilight’s mind clouded with the haze of self-pleasure as she felt the heat of her orgasm spread across her body.

Dash felt Soarin’s thrusts become more quickly paced as he neared his orgasm. His hips pounded into her pelvis, forcing her to slide up the mattress with every thrust. Soon her head was banging against the headboard, but his thrusts abruptly ended as he pulled his penis out of Dash’s body. Soarin quickly crawled up higher onto Dash’s body and pointed his penis at her chest as he came, sending ropes of hot semen cascading across her breasts and onto her face.

After several powerful ejaculations, his remaining semen dribbled gently onto her pelvis, streaking down her thighs and into her pubic hair. Soarin flopped down breathlessly onto the mattress, forcing open a space between Dash’s body and the wall. Dash let the afterglow of her own orgasm wash over her body, and dreamily ran the tips of her fingers through the semen pooling up on her abdomen. She brought her sticky fingers up to her face, and licked them clean.

In the closet, Twilight did the same with her own hand, coated in her juices.

Twilight awoke with a start. The door of the closet was open, and the naked form of Rainbow Dash was standing in the doorway. She still had semen covering her breasts.

“Hey.”

Twilight wasn’t sure what to do in this situation. “Um… hey.”

Dash padded her way back to the bed and sat down heavily. Twilight rose from the closet, pulling her panties up as she did so. “Where’s uh… is Soarin still here?”

“Nah. Kicked him out when I woke up.”

“Why?” Twilight hoped her disappointment wasn’t obvious.

“He wanted to put it in my butt.” Dash chuckled. “That’s an exit only.”

Twilight tried not thinking about her anal beads and butt plugs back in her room. She made her way over to the bed and sat down next to the taller girl. Dash glanced over at Twilight’s exposed chest, and did a double-take.

“The fuck are those?” She was glaring intently at Twilight’s breasts.

Twilight looked down at her bare chest and went red. She hurriedly covered herself and began to button her shirt.

“Twilight… do you have… nipple rings?”

Twilight turned a deeper shade of red at the question. “I uh… I got it done last year.” Dash’s intense gaze sent a swarm of butterflies cascading through Twilight’s stomach. “I went like, three towns over to do it. So I wouldn’t run into anybody I know.”

Dash’s red eyes met Twilight’s purple. “That’s fucking hot.”

Twilight blushed profusely and grinned ear to ear.

“Soooo… how did you like it? Any uh… inspiration for your stories?”

“Hm…” Twilight scratched her chin and racked her brain for ideas. She definitely had a few, most involving a girl with rainbow-colored hair. “We’ll see.”

A moment of awkward silence passed between the girls. Twilight cleared her throat and changed the subject. “So uh… you and Soarin?”

“What about it?”

“Are you two… dating?”

“Psh, no way. He’s just… he’s a fuck buddy. Kinda like a walking dildo or something.”

“Really? Because… from where I was… it looked like you two were kinda-“

“It’s not like I like him or anything.” Dash glanced away from Twilight’s inquisitive gaze. “I mean, he’s a good rugby player and all, but he’s just a… friend or whatever.”

A smile spread across Twilight’s face. “Rainbow Dash… are you a tsundere character?”

“What?” Dash rose from the bed, indignantly. “I’m no such thing!”

Twilight scratched her chin in thought. “Maybe you’re a kuudere? No, that doesn’t fit.”

“I don't even know what that second one is."

"But you know what the first one is? Maybe you're more of a megane-chan?"

"If you keep treating me like a character in some shitty dating sim, I'm gonna get pissed."

Twilight gasped, her eyes shooting wide open. “Don’t tell me you’re a yandere?”

“Get out.”