The Class President Is a Pervert

Twilight tightened the scarf around to neck to ward off the cold. She could see her breath forming misty clouds in front of her eyes, obscuring her view of the field. She seemed to be the only one who was suffering in the cold.

The players on the field were wearing long sleeves and track pants, sure, but they barely seemed to register the cold as they ran across the grass. Twilight watched a boy run towards the goal line with the ball tucked securely under his arm. His progress was halted by a flying tackle from Rainbow Dash. Twilight got to her feet and cheered on her girlfriend. Dash smiled and gave her a thumbs-up from the ground.

The sound of quiet clapping made Twilight’s head turn to find the source. It was coming from a lone girl further down the bleachers. The girl turned to see Twilight standing and staring at her, and gave a shy wave.

Twilight waved back and, feeling rather bold, made her way down the bleachers towards the girl. She looked about Twilight’s age, but must have belonged to a different grade because she didn’t recognize her at all. She had long, sleek pink hair and was wearing a comfy looking yellow wool sweater and a pink scarf. Her eyes darted away as Twilight approached.

“Hey, do you mind if I sit here?” Twilight tried to keep her voice bright.

The girl replied with a noncommittal mumble.

“Um…” Twilight felt awkward standing in the cold like this. “Was that a yes?”

The girl moved her book bag from the bench to her lap, indicating that the space was free. Twilight obliged the silent invitation, taking a seat on the cold aluminum bench. She offered a hand to the girl. “I’m Twilight Sparkle.”

The girl accepted Twilight’s outstretched hand with her own hand clad in a pink mitten. “I’m Fluttershy.” Her words were barely louder than her earlier mumbles.

“So um… who are you here for?” Twilight asked, indicating towards the practice on the field. “I mean, who do you know here?”

“I um… I’m friends with Rainbow Dash.”

“Oh! Me too. Actually,” she said with a blush and a smile, “we’re dating.”

“I uh… I know, actually.”

“Wha? But… but how?” Twilight was dumbstruck by the familiarity of this unfamiliar girl she had only just met.

“Rainbow Dash and I have known each other for years. We grew up together. She mentioned that she was dating you a few weeks ago.” She smiled, and her smile filled her features full of kindness and warmth. “I’m really happy for you two. Rainbow was always… well, she never was one for commitment.”

“Yeah I… I knew about all that…”

“But the way she talks about you…” She blushed at the thought. “Well, when she’s not being so inappropriate about it I can tell how much she cares about you. It’s really nice to see her so happy.”

Twilight sighed. “Well I’m glad she talks about me, but now I’m kinda worried about what she says exactly.” Twilight’s brow furrowed at a sudden thought. “But hold on, she’s never mentioned you before.”

“Oh um, that’s my fault actually.” Fluttershy withdrew slightly, letting her long hair fall in front of her face. “She knows I don’t like it when people talk about me…”

“That’s uh… strangely considerate of her, actually…”

A tall shadow was cast over the two girls, and they looked up to see the looming figure of Rainbow Dash. She had grass stains on her knees and elbows, her hair was matted to her forehead with sweat, and there was a little blood on her collar. She grinned, and Twilight’s heart skipped a beat. “Hey Flutters, you’re not trying to steal my girl, are ya?”

Fluttershy retreated once more behind her shield of hair. “Um, no I… I’m not… with…”

Rainbow ran a hand through her pink locks, mussing it playfully. “I’m just fucking with ya. Don’t freak out.” She turned to Twilight. “Thanks for waiting, babe.”

Twilight blushed. “No problem. It was actually pretty fun to watch.” She had next to no interest in sports, but she enjoyed supporting her lover, even during a friendly match against her own team on a cold Sunday morning.

Rainbow turned to Fluttershy. “Hey, we’re gonna get a bite to eat. Wanna join us?”

“No thank you, I’m meeting a… friend.”

Dash’s smile turned mischievous as she leaned in close to Fluttershy. “You mean that farm boy, right? The one with the… muscles?” She playfully accentuated the last word with a wiggle of her eyebrows.

Fluttershy blushed profusely and bit her lip, keeping silent.

Dash straightened up, the smile remaining on her face. “Alright, well you kids have fun.” She turned to Twilight. “I need a shower, and after that… diner?”

“Heck yes.” Twilight held out her hand, which Dash grasped and pulled, bringing Twilight to her feet. They waved to Fluttershy as she began her walk away from campus, and began their own walk to the dorms.

A sudden gust of wind cut the cold morning air through Dash’s thin clothes, making her teeth chatter as she rubbed her arms, willing some heat back into her body. Twilight opened her bag and produced a fluffy red scarf, and offered it to Rainbow, who accepted it with a blush.

“You’re so thoughtful, babe.” She said, wrapping the warm fabric around her neck. With the scarf securely in place, she put her arm around Twilight’s shoulders, and began to pull her in close before stopping herself. “Ah, sorry. I’m actually really sweaty…”

Twilight slipped her own arm around Dash’s waist. “I don’t mind. I kinda like you all sweaty and roughed up like this.”

“Oh really? What’s the part you like best?”

“Hmmm… probably the bloodstains on your collar.”

“Hmph, Soarin had it coming. He pinched my butt when I had my back turned on him.”

"So you spear tackled him? I'm pretty sure that's an illegal move."

"Worth it."

“Well it was only a few short months ago that you were having sex with him. What was it you called him? A ‘walking dildo,’ I think?”

“Mmmm you’re the only walking dildo I need any more.” Dash leaned in and planted a kiss on her cheek.

Twilight pulled away and giggled. “Geeze, you really stink today. Let’s get you scrubbed up.”

They walked arm-in-arm into the dorm building, waving at the RA behind the counter, and waited until the elevator doors closed before Twilight jumped into Dash’s arms and kissed her.

They tumbled out of the elevator doors once they opened onto Dash’s floor. Rainbow held Twilight tightly around her slim waist and carried her down the hallway, breaking into a run once she had a firm grip on Twilight. Twilight laughed as the doors went rushing past and shrieked as they turned a corner and nearly collided with the wall. Dash held onto Twilight until they were in her room, at which point she tossed her halfway across the room into her bed. Twilight took a moment to catch her breath before removing her scarf and coat. She looked up to see Dash peeling off her shirt and slipping out of her pants.

Twilight gave an appreciative whistle and held out her arms, silently beckoning Dash to come into the bed. Rainbow looked, for once, genuinely embarrassed by the proposition. “Babe, I’m really sweaty right now.”

“I don’t care.”

“Why don’t you join me in the shower?”

“It’s too smaaaaall!” They had tried once before, but only succeeded in elbowing each other until they gave up.

Dash rolled her eyes and walked over to the bed. “Then just gimmie like, ten minutes to get cleaned – EEP!” She was cut off by Twilight grabbing her wrist and pulling her firmly onto the bed. She tried to wiggle free of Twilight’s grip, but the small girl was surprisingly strong in situations like these, and Dash was soon on her back with Twilight straddling her waist.

Twilight wordlessly unbuttoned her shirt and threw it onto the floor, before unclasping her bra and depositing it in the same fashion. Her nipples were still erect from the morning chill and she had recently replaced her nipple rings with slightly more conservative silver studs. She leaned in and pressed her lips to Dash’s neck. Her lips were cold, and sent a shiver down Dash’s spine. Twilight’s tongue peeked through her lips and lay flat against the olive skin of Dash’s neck, and began to slowly trail upwards.

Dash suppressed a gasp, still somewhat annoyed that Twilight had found this weakness of hers so easily. Twilight’s tongue caressed Dash’s jawline, travelling to her chin before she pulled it back into her mouth and smiled. “I like you all sweaty like this,” she whispered. “You taste good.”

Twilight scooted down Dash’s legs, until she could easily see Dash’s toned stomach. Her skin here was lighter than most of her body, but it was still several shades darker than the pale Twilight ever imagined herself reaching if she ever bothered tanning. The skin was pulled taught over her rippling muscles, forming a well-defined six pack. Her sweat was following the channels between her muscles, pooling together in streams. Twilight poked the tip of her tongue between the muscles of Dash’s abdomen, and licked. She travelled upwards until she found the edge of Dash’s black sports bra.

The taste of sweat filled Twilight’s mouth. It was salty and strong and overpowering and wonderful. She felt her face go red as she swallowed the combination of sweat and saliva, and began to lick again, this time trailing south. Her tongue reached Dash’s navel, and probed inside, eliciting giggles from Dash. She continued downwards until she reached the black fabric of her panties. She scooted further down the bed, and positioned herself between Dash’s legs. The musky smell was even stronger here, and Twilight felt her mind enter a lustful haze.

Twilight began to lick Dash’s strong thighs, finding more sweat to eagerly lap up. Twilight collected it on her tongue as it ran down the goose bumped flesh of Dash’s thighs. Her wet tongue traced crisscrossing patterns as she travelled, ever so slowly, towards Dash’s ever-moistening black panties. Eventually the wait was too much even for Twilight. She hungrily eyed the wet patch of fabric in front of her, and dove in. Her mouth encircled Dash’s panty-clad pussy, her tongue probed the fabric to find the slit hidden beneath, and she moaned with Dash as her juices began to coat her tongue.

She pushed the soft, wet fabric aside to find the source of Dash’s wetness, probing her lower lips with her tongue. Dash’s hands ran through Twilight’s hair before gripping her tightly, holding her head in place. Twilight smiled to herself, and redoubled her efforts. Dash’s back arched as she gripped Twilight’s hair. Her breathing became ragged as she approached her orgasm.

Dash’s mind went blank as she felt her raw scream of pleasure escape her lips. Twilight’s mouth was pressed roughly into Dash’s pelvis, and the girl’s juices flowed down her throat. Dash was bucking her hips so roughly she was worried there would be a bruise around her lips in the morning, but the sight of tough-as-nails Rainbow Dash quivering like a virgin after her first orgasm was enough to make up for it, in Twilight’s opinion.

Twilight broke free of Dash’s vice-like grip and laid her head on Dash’s firm stomach, and listened to her heartbeat slow and her breathing even out. Twilight wiped her chin with the back of her hand and climbed up higher on the mattress until she was even with Dash, and gave her a small peck on the cheek. “You taste gross.”

A quick laugh escaped Dash’s lips. “Gee, thanks so much for that,” she said sarcastically.

“You’re gross and I love it.” She pressed her lips to Dash’s, and they remained entwined until the winter chill began to creep into the room. Dash’s eyes met Twilight’s, and a moment of unspoken communication passed between the two girls.

There was only one way to warm up. Shower.

It took some doing, but the girls eventually managed to find a position in the small shower where they were both under the spray of the hot water without elbowing each other constantly. They stood face-to-face, or rather, face-to-chest given Dash’s height advantage. They stood under the hot water in silence for a few minutes, letting the sweat be washed from their bodies.

Twilight was the first to break the silence. “Hey Dash, do you have any plans for Hearth’s Warming?”

“Hmm, not really. I think Spitfire is gonna throw a house party again this year. It’s her senior year so it’s probably gonna be a rager.”

“That sounds… nice.” Twilight failed to hide her disappointment.

“Why? Do you have anything better?”

“Well I thought maybe… we could go to the Hearth’s Warming Eve formal dance… you know… together.” She blushed profusely at the thought.

Dash smiled at the thought of going to a dance with her girlfriend, but a sudden thought pulled the image from her mind. “Are you sure you want to? I mean, you’ll be seen with me. Only a couple people know we’re together. You sure you wanna come out that quickly?”

Twilight giggled at Dash’s concern. “It’s fine. It’s not like you’re my dirty little secret or anything like that. And it’ll be fun. I’ll show you off to all of my friends like you’re my trophy wife.”

“What about your parents?”

Twilight jumped at the mention of her family. She looked down towards the shower drain before answering. “It’s c-cool. I’ll just… you know… call my mom and tell her that I’m… gay or… whatever I am.” She felt something drip down her cheek. She brushed it away with the palm of her hand. Probably just from the shower. “I uh… I just realized that I don’t even know what I am.”

Dash put a hand on Twilight’s slim shoulder. “Does it really matter?”

“It matters to me! It’ll matter to my parents! What the hell am I supposed to tell them? ‘I’m banging a chick right now, but I think I still like guys’?”

“Twilight, it’s not- “

“No, it is a big deal!” She brushed away Dash’s hand and pulled open the shower curtain. “I’m gonna… I need a minute.” She stepped out of the shower and pulled the curtain closed behind her. Dash heard the bathroom door open and close, and then only the white noise of running water.

She didn’t hear Twilight bury her face in a pillow on the bed.