I'm not a pervert, but I did have a recurring wet dream I'd been getting for what seemed at least a few years. It always started with me laying on the near flawless sand along a beach that was completely unfamiliar to me. The beach was in the exact middle section of a bay with an island in the middle. The waves crashing against the shore were weak and did not even reach me, maybe fifteen to twenty feet away from the shoreline. Even with the fierce sun overhead, I did not feel the heat, the breeze that was swaying the trees behind me, or the stinging sensation of my skin frying alive. I looked down to the edge of the shore and saw a girl walk to the beach right out of the water. She looked around my age, pale, bluish-purple hair with a streak of violet and rose. She was in a violet bikini and had the look of lust in her eyes that complimented the biting of her lips. She walked up to me in a sensual matter, swaying her petite, bony body at me. It wasn't the hottest thing I've seen, but considering that I've never been with a woman before, I was willing to take whatever I could get. She got on her belly slowly, with her face between my legs. She pulled the front of my green swimming trunks down and pulled out my limp member out. She gave the tip a few tongue kisses which got it up and hard, and then slowly swallowed the whole thing, her tongue moving all over my member. She continued to do, with small streams of the saliva and precum mix slowly falling to the base of the shaft. She continued to move her mouth and tongue up and down, her innocent eyes never looking away from mine.

She stopped, and began to speak to me as she gingerly stroked my shaft. There was no voice, just the witness of the saliva and pre-cum moving. I just nodded, not caring for what she was asking to do. She stood up and with a couple of pats all over the from the body, the sand flew off in all directions. She slowly pulled the right string on her purple bikini and let it drop off, revealing her hairless, wet womanhood.

She squatted, and positioned herself on top of my stiff, and prepared to sit on it, but she began to talk to me again, this time it was audible.
"Ake up, ake up!"

"W-what?"

* * *

"Wake up! We're here!" the young, feminine voice called out. She was also slapping me on my stomach rather painfully to ensure I was up.
I looked out the window to see we were in the near empty parking lot of Applewood's central train station. In Applewood, car was king, so not a lot of people used mass transit to get around. With that, Dad parked near the front of the station during rush hour, when the freeways were literal parking lots. Still, there were people standing around in suits and casual wear, waiting for their trains to arrive to take them to God knows where. As for me, this was a solo trip to spend my summer at a beach science camp across the country. I wanted to go, mostly to escape summer chores and to finally find a challenge. Oh, and let's not forget that they told us that you might need a lot of swimming clothes, which meant the girls would have to be in swimming clothes as well…. Hopefully bikinis, but I digress.

We had a quick breakfast at a cafe across the street from the station, where I enjoyed a hearty breakfast. It was just in case it would be the last decent meal I would get for a few months. The conversation was mostly Mom lecturing me on what to do when 'x' happens or if something goes wrong. I grinned and beared it, mostly because I knew the relaxation from the camp would provide, other than the possible college credit I might get if I succeed in the program, which would look good, considering I was about to enter my last year of high school.

We had waited at the station for a good half an hour before the train arrived. It was a modern train, white with a green stripe below the windows: The Vanhoover Express. I was to spend my first official day of summer on a train for eight hours.

At least the view would be majestic as fuck.

As it slowed to a stop, we gave our hugs and kisses goodbye. My sister didn't give me a hug or a kiss, but a plea for help. "I bet mom one hundred bucks you would lose your virginity on this trip, so please help me out. Stop being so fucking passive!"

* * *

She lowered herself onto me and let my member slip inside. Her head was down, and her breathing was heavy. She swayed her hips back and forth, her flat stomach expanding and contracting at a fast rate. Again, I really couldn't feel a thing. Something in me told me I was to be enjoying this, so I just let it happen. She continued to grind up and down my hip, moving a little a little faster over time. Once in a while she would slow down and rest, but still would move her hips slowly. She continued to sway, pulling her hair in pleasure with every movement. The sound of her wetness rubbing onto my member. It was the first time I could have heard something, but it was not important, because she changed from rocking back and forth to bouncing up and down my shaft, with the liquid now seeping down and around the base. She continued, and the slapping became rhythmic and deeper. Her hands were pressed into the sand and she wailed away.

Her breaths became quicker, and her movements more violently. At the highest point, the tip was nearly exposed, but she lowered her body, the head, and the shaft disappeared as well, with her bottom landing on my pelvis with force, her womanhood swallowing my entire member in the process.

She pulled out and stood up, my member plopping out and laying there covered in each others’ fluids. She got on her knee and began to suck on my member again, trying to suck as much juices as she could, which left my cock and surrounding area dry as a bone, save small pockets of moisture. She got up, grabbed her abandoned purple bikini and began to retie it, giving me a view of her rear in the process. She ran to me and leaped in the air as soon she was dressed, landing on my chest, her hands pinning mine to the sand. One deep kiss later, she was off me, waving goodbye as she disappeared into the lackluster waves of the bay.

* * *

The jolt from the stopping train was what got me to awaken this time. Outside my window was the wonder of the world that was Canterlot. From the view of the train, I had a clear view of the far royal castle, a glimpse into "rodeo drive": the one street where every famous designer has a boutique-like store. Everyone in the city was prim and proper, even the homeless in their hand-me-down designer coats.

In front of my car was a scene: a girl, around my age, was saying goodbye to her parents. An older person had her hand wrapped around her, taller, buffer, and much better looking than I will ever be. His long, wavy blue and cerulean hair made me think he deserved to be on a surfboard somewhere instead of here in the city. The girl’s long, darker sapphire hair with a combined streak of violet and rose nearly splitting her hair and beautiful lavender eyes. Unfortunately, no matter how cute she was, she was actually attached to the guy. I knew it: boyfriend.

Oh, well.

Through the muffled talk, I found out he had a pet name for her, "Twily", and she called him her "BBBBF".
She boarded the train as soon as the hugs were exchanged. Her olive cargo shorts and white tee shirt really did not show off her body and were mostly worn for comfort. She sat across from me, her satchel that matched her hair color slung across her chest, pressing into it and outlining her breasts. She neatly stacked all her books beside her, around five in total. And began reading them.

Uh, okay. Good luck with that.

* * *

“So what's you name, new kid?!" The hyper, petite girl asked. She looked a lot younger, with her barely budding chest and standing at around 5'2. I felt like I was talking to a preteen, not a girl who was six months my elder.
"Blue Comet, and yours?"

"My name is Bubbly Rhyme, even though I can't rap or do poetry to save my life! This is my best friend, Crimson Luck! Crimson was taller, bulkier, and had a better set of hair than I did, but he was also humble.

"Greetings," he said.

I only nodded back and continued to listen to Bubbly's random talk.
It was six hours and three stops after I left home and the train was bustling with activity. All the summer camp kids were towards the back of this one-car section, to keep them from bothering the rest of the passengers… All except one.

"So what's her story?" I asked, pointing to the girl I saw entering the train at Canterlot. She still remained unmoved and reading, even when everyone made their way to the back of the car, where the last 3 rows were missing and everyone used the space to sit around and either sleep or relax amongst each other.

"Oh, her," Bubbly replied. "Ignore her, she will probably do the same."

"Huh?"

"Her name is Twilight Sparkle. She is a pupil of the princess herself. Somehow, intelligence and likeability do not go hand in hand with her. Also, don't be in the same group as her. She will demand you follow the procedure to a T or else everything is ruined," Crimson explained.

"That's why I call her 'Twilight SNARKle'! Get it?!"she said while laughing. “It’s simple, really. This camp program is for the brightest students of all of Equestria. Only those that the princess deems worthy can go. Almost everyone on this trip has been going since they were kids! We went into the program together, and we will all graduate together! Pretty neat, huh?!”

“I guess?”

“Anyway, we have been ‘classmates’ with Twilight for years now, and she is easily the least likeable person in the camp!”

“Huh, why is she like that?”

“Dunno, maybe she needs to get laid or something,” Bubbly said, winking at me.

“Excuse her, Blue. Bubbly Rhyme likes to play Cupid. She ended up ruining more chances for people to date than actually getting them to,” Crimson explained. “Anyway, let me introduce you to the rest of the camp who are at least on the train.”

Author's Note

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