The storm was still raging, and Twilight was covered in mud. Normally, I would of offered to walk her to the showers to wash it all of. The problem with that was that it would have defeated the purpose since the dirt is now mud. So, I had to improvise.

Twilight was not happy about it.

Everyone else was inside, getting things together for the girls. We all agreed that they would sleep in our bunkers and the guys would use the extra blankets on the rough, wood, floor as our beds. I was out on the porch, watching Twilight Sparkle stand in the rain on the side of the cabin, my flashlight illuminating her in the darkness. She had her hand crossed, and I had her glasses.

"I think a couple of more minutes and you should be alright," I said, continuing to see the mud slowly wash off of her. Her clothes would still have mud stains, but she had a clean change of clothes ready for her inside.

"Are you sure?!" Twilight snapped. She moved her arms to her hips, and I lost all thought. She was wearing a white shirt with no bra, which meant her perky, purple tits were visible through the shirt, her erect, darker purple nipples as well.

"I uhh… w-wash your hair and I think you're good,"

She grumbled as she combed her fingers through her hair, which also had small bits of hardened dirt and pine leaves falling off all the while I was staring at her tits. She stepped in front of me as soon as she was done, where I wrapped her in a white towel and walked her inside the cabin. It was warmer because of the many bodies in the room, to the point where the windows were fogging up. Everything was set, and a long night of hoping that this cabin would not fall would begin.

Twilight shuffled to the corner, where her clothes were waiting on a stool. I grabbed her towel and extended it, creating an impromptu changing area. One problem, though…

She cleared her throat and I realized that I would be seeing her change.

"Woops!" I chuckled as I pulled my arms down and readjusted it. I turned around to face the cabin and lifted my arms once more. It took her minutes, but she was done. She took the towel from my hands and used it to dry her hair, now being in her dark purple pajamas

It's as dark as her nipples, unf. Oh god even her panties… I think I have a matching colors fetish.

She took the towels and her clothes and added it to the pile in the corner. She had my bed and I had the floor next to her. Wood floor is never better, but it was pretty comfy having the feeling of being warm and dry in the storm.

"So now what?" Bubbly asked.

"Orgy!" someone shouted. It was the same guy who suggested the last time we hung out as a group, so he was pelted with pillows, again. Bubbly even crawled up to him in the midst of the barrage of pillows to wack him once or twice in the face. It loosened everyone up in fits of laughter, even Twilight was slowly enjoying herself.

Welcome to the cool kids club, I guess.

I guess we just got into talking as a group. Every day we got up, did our activities and never had a chance to relax. It was moments like that that would make memories of this camp, other than waiting for Twilight to get eaten by the shark. In fact: it was brought up.

Twilight told her story, how she bumped against the coral and ruined her telecom, how I grabbed her and thought I was trying to have my way with her in the ocean, even how her heart was pounding when she saw the great white, excited to follow it and observe one.

At least she didn't talk about my boner.

***

We all decided to have the lights out around midnight, and we were trying to sleep through the storm, which was slowly diminishing, the thunder and flashes of lighting were now few and far between, the sound of the small wind gusts and light rain was heard.

I woke up to the sound of whispered moans, and the light sound of what sounded like fingers being slipped through wet meat.

Is Twilight?

I couldn't believe it. Twilight, miss prudish goody two shoes, was playing with herself on my bed, but the biggest tragedy was I was not up there to help her.

Besides, she probably was thinking about some hot model or Applewood actor.

"Oh blue, fuck me,"

Wait, did I hear her right?

I was still laying down, hearing the action happen above me. The sounds still going, her moans still audible. The clouds gave way to a quick second moonlight to see what I was dealing with. She was on the edge of the bid, the thin blankets were telling the whole story: she had one hand on her chest, massaging her breasts while the other hand was on her crotch, the movement of her fingers showing the lone finger that was going deep in her pussy.

"Fuck my tight pussy, babe" she whispered as she continued.

I began to stroke my member as Twilight continued, wanting to get up there and fuck her brains out. Yes, even if she has gotten better, she was one of the worst people I have ever met, but that didn't matter because of her tits and pussy. Those two were calling out for my cock, and I wanted to answer.

My mind began a long fight on whether or not to make my move. I mean, I would get cred for getting the first lay of the camp, which I found out is really rare between this class. But, there was also Slate. And then there were my parent's reaction, even worse Princess Celestia's

Fuck the establishment, right? Can I fuck the establishment this way?

And I answered it with a yes.

Okay, I'm going to fuck Twilight Sparkle. Right here, right now, and I don't care who hears and sees. All I need to do is open my eyes, get on my bed, start kissing and groping her body and fuck her brains out. Okay, let's do this.

I opened my eyes and got up, and realized I was somewhere else. I was on the beach again in the bright daylight I was all alone until Twilight began to appear out of the waves in her bikini. It was then I realized I fucked up had my eyes closed for too long.

God dammit.

Author's Note

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