Eye of an Eagle

"Alright class, let's call it a day. Take a lap and then head to the lockers." Coach Soarin' yelled to you and your sweaty, heaving classmates. With a grunt, you lift yourself off the ground and start your run around the gym, your legs moaning in pain. Even though school had been back for less than a month now, you could easily say that coach Soarin was possibly the toughest PE teacher you've ever had; a handful of kids had switched their schedules just to get out of Coach Soarin's class, leaving about 20 kids in your class. Another bonus was that you basically had the whole boy's locker room to yourself; many of the guys opted out for weight training classes.

As your lap comes to a close, you go through the gym doors and make a beeline for the boy's locker room. Peeling off your shirt and shorts, you toss them in the general direction of your locker, grabbing a towel and heading for the showers. Your feet touch the cold tile, echoing through the locker room. The showers are a welcome sight after today. Turning the dial on the wall, a cold jet of water reaches out to you, washing the sweat of your skin. The cold water sends relief to your sore muscles, replacing a little bit of energy.

Coach Soarin' was a tough bastard.

At least you had this class at the end of the day, you could shower until the school closed if you wanted to. You were in no rush to get home, but this shower had taken long enough. Turning the dial once again, you shut off the water and begin to dry down with your towel

Walking to your bag, you don a fresh pair of sweatpants. You reach down to pick up your bag, when you hear something:

The locker room door slamming, then some grumbles

Normally, it's just you around at this time, and the janitor doesn't make his rounds for an hour or so. Whatever, is probably just a guy from weight training coming in for a shower; it'd be best to leave him alone for his shower. You are about to walk through the locker room door, when you heard him speak up again

It sounded oddly...

Feminine?

Your curiosity piqued, you had back to the lockers as silently as you could. "Oh, man. Those dweebs back there have no idea what they're missing out on"

Taking a few more steps closer, your suspicions are immediately confirmed:

There was a girl in the locker room, about to take a shower in an empty locker room

Seems you weren't the only one with that genius plan. Glancing over at the showers, you see a pile of clothes, a bag, and... A naked girl in the shower with white and purple hair

"Fucking finally, I can take a shower alone."

She continues to talk to herself as she turns on the water, setting it to warm. Water slides off her body, and you're watching. You begin to take quiet, shallow breaths as you let the information of current events sink in. Gilda, the toughest girl in school, was naked and showering no less than five feet in front of you. Her hands lathered soap over her skin, and you gazed at each bubble, taking in every delicate curve and strong muscle you could see

Namely, all of them

She lets out a slight moan of pleasure as the hot water runs down her body. Your eyes eventually gazed downwards, hoping to catch a glance of her snatch. The kind gods that blessed you with this up opportunity grant you a fleeting glance of a cleanly shaven set of glistening lips. As your senses hone in on Gilda's amazing hips, you can only hear the water coming down

You begin to feel hypnotized by their shape

A familiar stirring in your pants barely distracts you. If peeping wasn't your fetish before, it is now

You can only focus on her body at this point

The way it moves under the water

The way it looks from every angle

The way it looks as she dries it off

The way it's walking toward you

Fast. And angry

oh fuck

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck

Maybe if you turned around and ran a few seconds ago, you could make it to your bag and the door in time. Unfortunately, Gilda, her body still very wet from the shower, had closed the distance between you with inhuman speed. You can barely react, your legs locked in place with fear.

Only when her hand was inches from your face did your body start to move. You hit the locker room floor, and scramble as fast as you can to get up. Gilda is faster

She wraps a well-toned arm around your neck, dragging you with her

"I-I'm sorry!"

"You have no idea mow much more you'll be..." You're dead. So dead.

Thinking back to all the happy moments in your life, you are thrown into a stall. Gilda comes in and locks the doors behind her. It seems she didn't cover up when she noticed you; despite being in a near-death situation, you take this opportunity to glance at Gilda's body

A hard punch in your gut removes that thought from your mind and the wind from your lungs. Gasping for air, you try to stand up. A swift slap from Gilda stops that.

Stumbling onto the toilet, you sit hastily. Gilda closes the gap.

"What the fuck are you doing here? Is peeping on girls your sick fetish?"

Your mind goes blank, but then you get an idea:

"The fuck are YOU doing here? This is the boys locker room, you're the one that shouldn't be here."

Fuck yeah.

Got her like Phoenix Wright.

"The only way you would know if I were here is if you were peeping on me. Plus, if I walk out of here naked and saying you tried something, who would they believe? There's plenty of evidence on my part..."

She removes your pants in a swift motion, exposing your member to the cold air. She wraps her hand around the base of your throbbing manhood, sending mixed waves of pain and pleasure as she uses her steel grip to stop you from moving away

"If you want me to leave, I can do that"

You struggle to get the words out through the pain

"I can't let you go, you could tell someone about this before me."

Keeping a hand firmly on your member, she moved her body closer to yours, bringing herself to eye-level with you

Another hand grabs your jaw, thrusting your head forward until Gilda's bright yellow eyes were directly in front of yours

"Let me tell you what's going to happen"

Nodding your head slowly, you show your compliance. Gilda draws in a deep breath, keeping her steel grip. "I can't have you running off and tattling like the little bitch you probably are. So I'm gonna have to get you trapped as well..." The way those last words rolled off her tongue... You didn't like it.

The gears turning in your head finally clicked when you saw Gilda slowly rising of the floor and moving a finger along her slick lips

Oh no

nonononono

This isn't happening. Gilda was going to fuck you, just so she can get off the hook squeaky clean. To be fair, it was her only concrete way to insure you wouldn't tell. Except, you wouldn't tell anyone about this on your own. Gilda is one of the scarier people at Canterlot High; she could silence the toughest jock with a stare

And the fact that she was about to fuck you to keep her mess-ups hidden... That scared you a bit as well.

A swift, sharp pain on your face snaps you back to the present. "Get your head in the game, dweeb. I don't go easy, even when I'm fucking some piss-poor loser like you". Her hands were still split between pleasuring herself and keeping your member in a cage. Relieving the duties of the latter, she sits down again, moving her head close to the stiff mass of flesh between your thighs "You're getting off to this? Wow, you must be more fucked in the head than I thought."

"Well, I, uhh.." You stammer out.

"Yeah, yeah. Hold on."

Momentarily backing out of the stall, you can hear from the echoing footsteps that Gilda was headed to her backpack. You weren't tied up; you could probably run for your clothes and get the fuck out of here if you went the fastest you could. But then Gilda could rat you out to peeping and rape... That would screw your life over

Realistically, your best option is to... Let Gilda have her way with you. Hell, it might even be kinda good

Another slap across the face brings you out of your thoughts. Gilda's imposing figure filled the stall doorway, a roll of duct tape and what looked like panties in her hands.

"Really, Anon? One of the awesomest girls in school is about to fuck you on her own will, and you're just staring off into space?"

"I was just-"

"Can it, dweeb"

The panties go straight into your mouth, soon secured in place with a few grey strips. Muffled words of dismay reach her ears.

"Well, now that you can't object anymore, let's get started" More strips of tape held your ankles together, and others held your hips to the toilet seat.

"Whmm hmbmmt mm mhmnds?"

"With what I'm going to do? Bitch, you're going to need your hands to help you balance."

Those eyes drill holes into yours as she spits out her answer.