Chapters On the road to Sandy Summer
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.
"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.
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".
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.
"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.
"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.”
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"Wake up, Comet!"
The sound of Bubbly's wake-up call was like a screwdriver to the ear. It was next to impossible to stay asleep after that.
"What!?"
"Get up, you're gonna miss the coolest part of the trip!" At that point, we were about to enter the tunnel that carved into the cliffs. I could have cared less, thinking the tracks were only feet from the cliff face. A rockslide or anything else could send us all into the jagged rocks below.
That part lasted a half an hour already, and I really would have rather stared at the cliff face on the other side of the train.
The second we left the tunnel I finally found out why: The tracks turned away from the ocean and more inland, giving us a perfect view of the bay.
In the middle of the bay, but a bit more inland was a small town, probably no more than 500 people tops. The center of town looked like it had more ma and pa shops than the retail chains I was used to. The houses were not the hoity-toity mansions and million dollar apartment homes that I was familiar with in Applewood. The houses looked like they were not kept in the best of shape, but they were livable. This was the "Equestriancana" that my parents grew up in small towns surrounded by open expanses of wood and rural areas. On the actual coast, I saw a small clearing with a bunch of long houses, probably around 30 in total, separated by woods as well.
"That's the camp!" Bubbly explained. Each grade group was different, but all are in the same camp. In the middle was was what looked like a massive amphitheater, enough to fit a few hundred people, or students in this case.
"Ah!"
The conversation on the train turned to the excitement of the camp and their expectations coming for the last time ever. The realization of it being the last year was also sinking in, leaving many a bit down as well. The feelings were as different as the number of people on this train car... Well, almost everyone had an emotion coming to it. It was their last go of something they had done since they were kids, and it was the last time they would enjoy the excitement of seeing the view going into the town.
I looked over at the Princess's pupil. She was unmoved, still reading her pile of books away from everyone. She was in her own little world. I remembered that she had ten books on her plate to read. She was reading the last of the bibliography of the last one. It was too easy to tell.
"I can't believe he used that hack as a reference." Twilight laughed as she flipped the page.
She is actually reading the bibliography?! Who the hell does that?!
"Forget it, you’re not gonna hold her in a conversation for long," Crismon Luck said, noticing my curious stare to the one girl they all generally despise.
"Oh really? Watch this, losers." I got up and made my way to Twilight, which drew the attention of the entire car in the process.
I heard them whispering about my attempt. Either they really did not try to understand her or she really was that much of a bitch. But there was only one way to find out, and that was to actually go and talk to her. It didn't help that there was also an audience, too.
Let them watch.
I occupied the seat across from her and gave her a friendly wave. I was hoping to catch her attention, and for her to give me at least an acknowledgement of my existence.
She didn't even look up. She looked heavily interested in the book, even if she was on her last pages.
"So what's your name?" I asked.
"Twilight Sparkle."
They were right. Cold as ice.
“My name is Blue Comet, nice to meet you.”
"That's nice," She replied, not looking up.
Oh, I got one.
"So I heard you are Princess Celestia's protege. How is she like in person?"
Twilight did not hesitate to close her book and place it next to her. Her eyes had a sparkle in them. I knew I was about to hear this girl sing the praises of her mentor.
"She’s amazing! She is kind, loving, friendly, intelligent, and not a bad thing about her. She loves the kingdom and loves her subjects."
I guess I shouldn't tell her she was in a pro-democracy march. Fun times.
I eyed the rest of the car to see everyone with their mouth open. They had never seen her outburst like that without any emotion other than being bossy and condescending.
"Being her student is amazing. I get to go where she goes, meet heads of states, ambassadors, TV and movie stars, and the best of the brightest on this planet. Overall, it's been amazing."
"Huh, so she is your only teacher?"
"No, I go to school in her academy. Ger teachers are hand picked and the best in Equestria. All the students have a 'mentor' that helps them with their studying and teaches them in a particular branch. I have Princess Celestia and she teaches me everything she knows. I even get to travel with her and see the world. It's a breathtaking experience."
"That's pretty cool. So what do you do for fun?"
She got up and walked to the front of the car door, waiting for the door to open to let her off the train, even if we were not to arrive at the station for another fifteen minutes. I had a confused but dejected expression to my face, mostly confusion. The rest of car did not make fun of me for it, in fact, they all admired me a bit for actually trying to talk to her, and not badmouth her like they all would of.
"Told you it wouldn't work," Crimson flashed an 'I-told-you-so' smile.
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It was a dream but felt like a nightmare.
It wasn't scary per se: it was just new and unexpected and I had no idea what was going to happen next.
The expansive, sandy beach was gone, replaced by a tight enclosure that was lined by rigid tin sheets. The ground was concrete, with a light layer of sand covering the gray. She was there as well, naked and bent over, grasping on what looked like a red old fashioned well pump. The girl’s hair was covering her face, so her smooth, sweaty back was in full view, down to her bottom which was repeatedly shoving itself against my nude pelvis. My hands were on her waist guiding her along with each thrust.
My mind was on something else. The dream became uncanny realizing the woman of my dreams reminded me of the girl I just knew. I spoke, but no words came out.
"What is your name?! What is your name?!"
She stopped and wiggled forward, causing my member to fall from her tight opening.
She lifted her upper body up to stand, and began to turn to face me…
…That was when everything went dark
The next thing I remember was the chill of the air around me, with the only protection being a thin olive sheet of cotton.
Above me was the wooden supports of the upper bunk, showing me how flimsy the supporting wood was. To my right was the 15-person cabin I shared with the males of the camp. Mostly everyone was asleep, save for a few who were on their phones while laying down. It was old, it was archaic, and it looked like it was made from the surrounding wood.
At least it's better than sleeping outside with the mosquitoes.
To my right was the window that gave me a view of the dawn, with the sun still hidden by the mountains. There were a few clouds in the sky and the faint sounds of the birds and the louder tapping sounds of the woodpeckers. The girls cabin was a mere twenty yards apart, with the girls whose beds were next to the window fully asleep, all except one.
Either she was brazen or careless, either way I was the only member of the audience to the show.
She had the covers draped over her to hide herself from the rest of her cabin, but what she did can be seen clearly from my side.
Her shorts were down, the palm of her hand was covering her snatch, with her index and middle knuckles rising and disappearing in rapid succession. I could only imagine the acute slick sound it would make as her knuckles were drenched with her juices.
Her shirt was lifted to her collar bones, with her baby blue bra laid out next to her. Her other hand was groping her c-cup breasts as the sweat dripped from her rosy pink body. I flipped to my side and offered to show my appreciation. I carefully slid my shorts down to expose my hardened member. I began to slowly stroke my member while watching the show that was happening before my eyes. Small squirts of precum came out as I continued to stroke.
She began to finger her pussy uncontrollably, her rose pink eyes lit up with a wave of ecstasy, nearly hidden by her cornsilk white hair. She stopped as soon as her leg began to shake which left her in a sweaty pile in her bed. She was breathing rapidly and had no energy to move which bared her bald womanhood and healthy sized breasts for all to see. For being the first woman I had ever seen nude in person, it was like she was sent from up above.
The awe ended when she moved her hair back and caught me still stroking to her. We locked eyes like If we were deer caught in headlights, unsure of what to do next. She began to blush and turned over, her blanket covering her back. I oblige and did the same in a blush of my own.
Well, shit.
* * *
"And that's what happened," I said, explaining what happened the events of that morning to my friends. The crisp mountain air was everyone's coffee that morning, but the real coffee was something I was looking forward to. Once I took my morning shower/furious masturbation while thinking of what happened a mere hour earlier it was all a matter of waiting for Crimson and Bubbly. We were all in shirts that bore the colorful design of the camp. Everyone had the option of olive cargo shorts or pants with myself choosing the pants, finishing with the tan working boots.
"I see you already met Mistral "Morning Glory" Serenity? Damn the one year I choose not to take the window bed," Crimson asked
"She has done that before?" I asked as we went into the main longhouse. It was as archaic as the cabins but had a glossier finish to the wood.
"Yea. She is one of the hornier people in this camp. She wants to fuck but is really scared about it. She told me that she won't have sex with just anyone but is contempt with giving "free shows" once in a while."
"I see."
We stopped as soon as we entered the mess hall.
The first girl I saw was Serenity, she was sitting with a group of girls. She stared in shock as soon as she saw me, but looked down and smiled at my crotch before lowering her head down to eat.
The second girl was Twilight Sparkle. She was reading a book while enjoying a fruit salad and oatmeal. Alone.
Pitiful, but it's her choice I guess.
The second thing of beauty that I saw was the lavish buffet that was waiting for us. Almost every type of breakfast was available for the taking. From the simplest oatmeal to a sirloin steak. I stuffed my plate with enough scrambled eggs, bacon, hash browns, and buttered toast.
Also promised I would return to the sirloin steak if I had the chance for a second round if they allowed it as I returned to my table with a glass cup of hazelnut iced coffee.
"This is the best thing ever!" I said emotionally as I was given the choice of three different types of syrups.
"Pfft, first timers." Crimson Luck and Bubbly Rhyme said with a condescending smile.
* * *
It seemed like at the time they took "buffet style" in Sandy Shores very seriously.
Our first activity of the year involved walking down as a group when everyone was ready to the large group of benches overlooking the beach. Something did strike me as we moved as an unorganized horde.
"Shouldn't you and the rest of the girls be in bikinis?" I asked Bubbly.
"When the summer comes in full swing, sure. It takes a few weeks for the sun to be hot enough for it."
When we reached the benches, there was a table of wood and building material laid out and organized. In the middle was an older woman who looked like she was well past retirement.
"Hello Again! My, it's the last year for you guys? It feels like it was a long time since you all were little snots…. Oh, my. Sorry, I'm getting old and you tend to ramble on. Okay, so we are making birdhouses."
Wait, I thought this was a science camp, not kiddie karnival.
"As you know, we do this every year for the migrating birds coming through to their mating grounds."
"When can I mate with Slate Mind?" Bubbly Rhymed wondered aloud.
"So, the rules make it as creative as possible, but at the same time make it livable! Alright kiddos, have fun!"
Each table of four designated one person to grab the supplies for the rest of them. Crimson Luck volunteered for the job, allowing me to give one last look over to Serenity, who was mindless staring to my crotch
Shit.
I stopped paying her mind and began to build a birdhouse. I had a similar activity back home, so I had a preset idea of how to do them. I at least had the foundation down when Twilight sparkle stood from her bench with papers in her hand. She went from table to table, handing the pamphlet to each person individually. Everyone sighed when she left and began to read them. My table was one of the first to get them.
"The hell is this?" I said as I looked at the instructions, were as clear as a chemistry textbook.
"She does it every year, like some master-planned community from hell," Crimson said.
"Huh, do they suck?"
"They are designed for efficiency, not to be pleasing to the eye. I don't mind, I'm just waiting for the tide pools class with Slate mind, he bends his sexy ass over so many times," Bubbly rhyme said.
"Whatever, I'm doing it my way," I said as I tossed the pamphlet over my shoulder.
Bubbly Rhyme and Crimson Luck cringed as I threw it, I had no idea why, because I had thought Twilight moved on a while back.
I could only anticipated trouble when I realized that Twilight was standing behind me, and what made matter worse was the pamphlet hit her square in the chest.
"Is something the matter, Comet Brew?"
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Comet Brew? The heck she on? Did she forget my name that quickly?
"it's actually Blue Comet," I replied back as kindly as possible. Half of my body turned to face her, knowing this was just the beginning. Her camp issued shirt and shorts revealed more of her figure than her street clothes. She was cute and fuckable, even for being a complete bitch.
"That's nice," She said dismissively. She bent over to get the pamphlet I tossed and placed it back on the table. "Look, you have to do it by how the pamphlet goes, or else you will make something that won't be good enough for Princess Celestia's birds. Our princess needs all the help she can get!" Twilight commanded. Her eyes had insecurity in them, an indication that she had no idea how to deal with me and that was just too perfect because insecurities were always fun to blow up and expose. This girl obviously had a superiority complex over all of us, so I had to bite on her low hanging fruit, which in retrospect did not sound right.
Nope, not at all.
"Why?" I asked while keeping my sharp poker face. Had I smiled, she would have pass me off as a troll and that would kill any chance to challenge her authority.
The greatest challenge you can give to authority is to ask them the why of their actions.
By the time I asked that question, our conversation started to gain an audience. Everyone stopped their tedious mass housing development and looked at the drama that was unfolding, mostly because they wanted to see Little Miss Perfect crack under the pressure for once.
"B-because I said so, how about that?!" Twilight said in a defiant tone normally reserved for children.
This is all too easy.
"Is there a law saying I have to do this?"
Twilight looked a bit taken aback at the questioning of her authority. She looked to the camp counselor, hoping that the old woman would come to her rescue. Instead, the old woman was drowning in the esoteric instructions like everyone else in the activity.
She basically created her own downfall.
"Well, no. But-"
"Thank you!" I screamed as I turned my upper body back to continue the fine art of birdhouse building. I wanted to end it there, because I knew it would not end well if I egged her on. Any further action by me, if everything went to plan, was to be dismissive and answer with "okay, mhm, and meh." I lifted my head up to see that everyone looked on with jaws on the floor, I couldn't believe that that would be the first time anyone ever stood up to her like that. She simply moved on with a frown, and everyone either began to gossip or giggle.
I had the biggest "Eat shit" grin I could muster as I continued to build the house.
* * *
I walked into that activity as the new kid.
I walked out with some actual respect from my classmates. Whispered words of encouragement and hi fives were thrown my way, and Twilight stayed out of my way as if I was radioactive, and so did Mistral Serenity to some extent. With Mistral however she was more nervous to approach me out of either shyness or embarrassment, couldn't really tell with that one. Not to mention she still kept staring at my crotch, as if my schlong was about to pop out.
The birdhouses were taken by the elder camp counselor at the end of the activity to store away, We would eventually take the birdhouses and hang them on the trees around the camp for the birds to share the space with us, but that was for another date and time.
Our next activity was to observe the tidal pools, just as the tides began their retreat into the ocean and exposed the tide pools near the jetty.
"Cant wait to see my man meat!" Bubbly said in excitement.
"You don't have to wait much farther, here he comes!" Crimson said. Slate looked annoyed and had me dead square in his sights.
"You in trouble now," Bubbly teased as Slate came up to us. I knew something was up when he gave me a without giving his traditional "good morning."
"Hey, Blue: A word, please."
We walked off the dirt path and near the small cliffs, out of the traffic of my class. The wind was still blowing in from the land and the sun was still making its advance to the center of the sky. everyone else was walking past us to see that Twilight turned to smile at me with a smug grin on her face, believing she had won.
"I heard you and Twilight got into it earlier?" He asked. His straw hat and sun lotion that made him distinguishable were gone, substituted with his tan skin and brown, wavy hair.
"Yes, sir. I wanted nothing to do with her 'master community' and built my own house. She kept pressing the issue so I had to question her power over me."
He wanted to smile, but he knew better. "Look, I'm all for challenging authority and hell, it would be nice to see the 'future leader of our nation' have her right to rule challenged to toughen her up a bit. But, there's a time and a place for that, and right now I would love it If I can endure a summer without a miniature revolution in this class, you dig?"
Wait, what?
"Why-"
"Because I really don't want a headache, boy. Look, I know she can be downright pushy. But I'm here to tell you that it's not that bad. Sure, you don't get as much academic freedom as the rest of the classes because she prefers what the Princess has taught her, and maybe they are probably spinned for a pro-princess viewpoint. But, for the most part we are here to HAVE FUN and learn, not engage in philosophical debate, that's our winter break mini-camp."
I had nothing else to say. I was…. Perplexed by the whole thing. They would rather let her boss people around other than to deal with it directly. Anyone else would of agreed and allowed themselves to be their bitch for the year. This was me after all, and if that was made for the summer, I would at least make it interesting.
"Holy shit." I muttered.
In front of me was their lunch menu, just as orgasmic as their breakfast. Sandwiches of different types and bread, chips, pasta, some leftover breakfast, an enormous selection of soups and salads, toasted sub sandwiches, and pizza. To drink was sodas, waters, teas, and a random assortment of all-natural juices.
Thank you Dad, this wasn't so bad after all.
As like my first breakfast with them, I piled my plate with whatever I could get my hands on. A few sandwiches, clam chowder with some sourdough bread, and a large cup of soda.
"This is amusing to see you like this," Bubbly Rhyme said. Her choice of lunch that day was cheddar and broccoli soup with a salad. Crimson Luck had his 'usual': a toasted sub sandwich with every possible topping shoved in between the two slices of toasted white bread, cheese and black forest ham.
"Everyone is like this. It will be ho-hum for you in a few days," Crimson Luck said before taking a bite into his lunch.
"So, what is the lesson plan after lunch?" I asked. We were given a schedule. I didn't read it and figured that I would just do what it took to excel. Crimson and Bubbly looked at me and raised an eyebrow simultaneously.
"Dude, we are done." Bubbly said.
"What?"
"We only have two classes and we are done, dude" Crimson replied.
"Oh, that changes everything," I said.
Shit. What am I going to do for the rest of the day?
"Well, that gives me time to find Slate and take my clothes off in front of him. Maybe he will finally fuck me." Bubbly replied with hope.
Geez, Bub. Your thirst is showing.
Our conversation was mercifully interrupted by a taller member of our class. He slammed his orange hand on the table to get our attention.
"Getting a soccer game going in thirty minutes at the beach. You three are welcome to come, just bring some beach chairs and umbrellas."
He walked from table to table but intentionally skipped Twilight's little table she kept to herself; her fortress of solitude.
"Sounds like fun. I'm in," Bubbly finally spoke up.
"Same," Crimson replied.
"Yeah, I might as well teach you nerds how we do soccer in Applewood."
"You mean shittily?" Crimson answered with a smug grin.
"S-shut up," I mumbled as I took the last bite of my sandwich.
* * *
We finished out lunch and prepared to head out to the beach. Next to the mess hall was the large rental shack. Surfboards, boogie boards, balls, and fishing equipment were amongst a vast array of things you needed to pass the time. A simple sign in/out sheet was the only way to keep track of the rentals. The three of us checked out three lawn chairs and an umbrella. As we were about to head to the beach, the feeling to take a piss reached me. I had to bail.
"I'll take your stuff, man. Go piss." Crimson said.
"Thanks!" I said as I went the other way and straight to the bathroom. I took my piss in the clean bathroom, washed my hands, and walked out with my mind on playing some soccer. As I walked past an abandoned school hall, I felt a bit of a creeper vibe to the area. I was semi-not surprised when a hand popped out of one of the wooden doors, dragging me into a room. The inside was abandoned, but other than the cobwebs, it was in pretty good condition. The desks and chairs were stacked against the wall, as well as the chalkboard and an Equestrian banner. Even the hardwood floors looked dusty and needed some spitshine.
What also need a thick wad of spit was Twilight Sparkle’s face. I knew this was coming, and as far as I was concerned, I was not going to let her have the first word.
I knew what she dragged me here for, and it wasn't to ride my dick until sundown. "Look, I don't need your-"
"Shut it!" She interrupted. "I don't know who you think you are but how., but how dare you! I did not go here and work to become beloved by my peers-"
"You are? Well so far so bad." I said with a smug grin.
"I don't want to be here, but Princess Celestia wants me to make friends. I would rather be at home and be studying, not being one-lined by some lazy -"
"Lazy? You think I'm lazy?"
"Quit interrupting me!" Twilight barked. "I heard what you said during lunch with Rhythm Bubble and Lucky Custard!"
"You mean Bubbly Rhyme and Crimson Luck?"
"Yeah, whatever. This camp is for the best and brightest of Equestria, the future leaders of our lands. All you are here for is to eat uncelestial amounts of food and stare at all the girl's plush parts. I see where your eyes are at!"
"Can’t I be a future leader in that?" I said with a smirk. Well, I thought it was funny. As for Twilight? Not so much.
" I hope you are joking, Comet Trail." she said with annoyance.
"Blue Comet, Comet Trail is that kid in the first year that eats paste."
"Close enough. Look, if you don't want to be kicked out by me, I suggest you knock it off."
"Who says?" I asked defensively.
Kicked out of a summer camp because I want to enjoy it? What is this shit?
"Me."
"Who died and made you Princess?"
I guess she assumed I was talking about her perfect Princess. Which was why she had the death stare. It looked like she wanted to rip my head off and use my body as a scarecrow.
"Okay, I'm going to ignore that, for your sake. Look, from now on, do not get in my way, do not question me, do not even try to offend me, and I will make sure that our peers won't make your life a living hell. Got it?" She commanded.
"No." I said defiantly.
They don't even respect her, how the hell will they listen to her?
Her purple complexion became redder. I was getting under her skin, and I was enjoying it.
"Okay, how about this. We will walk out of here and you at least consider to what I had to say, if you want to continue eating all the food and staring at our butts."
"Sure, but that won't stop me from staring at yours," I said smugly
"You're disgusting," she said as she stormed out.
I became even more smug as she left because even with the red in her face, I saw a flash of pink as well.
Probably was the first time someone complimented her ass. Although her’s wasn’t bad, actually.
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Tutoring Future Fuckups
We were expecting a nice day out on the boats to see the island in the middle of the bay and look at the different animals and plants that occupied the tide pools and why they differed from the ones the bay’s pools had.
Instead, we got rain.
It was one of those late spring/early summer rain storms that always fucked up plans and ruined the day for unsuspecting picnickers. Everyone in the boy's cabins were sitting on their bunk beds, staring out at the outside through the open door.
"So what do we do?" the orange one said, electing to wear his heavy camouflage jacket and matching hat instead of the general issue camp shirt.
"Dunno. This would be a good time if anyone snuck in a TV and a game console," Crimson said from his top bunk.
I looked over from my window to try and see what the girls were up to, but our window and theirs were too fogged up to see much.
"What if we go chill with the girls?" I asked.
Everyone looked at me as if I was some genius.
"That sounds better than just sitting around," someone finally spoke up.
"Well it’s decided. We are going to the girls cabins to be bored together." Crimson said as he hopped off of his bunk. Everyone got off their beds, put on their shoes, and walked to the porch of the cabin, which shielded us from the rain. Crimson led the charge in the pouring rain while the rest of us followed, trying not to slip on the wet grass. It felt refreshing to run in the cold rain with just shorts and a shirt.
It was then that the girls busted out of their door and began to run our way. We soon found out that they had the same idea.
"Head back!" I shouted as we all closed in on one another. They turned around and scrambled with us back to their cabin with the exception of Bubbly, who elected to jump on Crimson and let him carry her to the cabin. We entered the warm, dry sanctuary of their cabin in fits of laughter from everyone who ran out. The only one who didn’t join them was Twilight, who looked annoyed from her top bunk in the corner of the room from the increase of noise. I felt her give me a quick grimace. She was basically ignored by everyone, which made her slip into her blankets due to the fact she was in her modest white underwear.
Dayum.
The girls dried themselves off with their towels and handed them to us. They were damp but it did the job, which allowed us to sit with them. I layed on a random bed, but soon realized it was Mystral Serenity's bed. She seemed quite nervous to sit on the side of the bed, and even more so to place her hand next to my thighs to rest. She eyed me nervously.
"So, what do we do?" One of the girls asked.
"Orgy?" One of the guys answered. He was then pelted by a mass of pillows, and used one of them to shield himself from the onslaught.
"That would be a bad idea because the paperwork because of said orgy would be a pain in the ass," Slate Mind said as he entered the cabin. "I see you all are looking for something to do, and you are all just in luck! The younger classes still have their paperwork to do so you all in the final class, which don’t get paperwork, get to tutor them! Including you, Twilight! Besides! This will be a great team building exercise… While being separated and paired with ten students each. But! It’s still team building! Let’s go!"
"Shouldn't you get us some jackets?" Mystril asked in a soft voice. She had a beautiful voice, and it was too bad she seldom used it.
"Jackets? Nah, you can grow a pair and deal with it."
***
"So when the two plates slip, it releases energy, which makes the earthquake occur," I explained. We were in the main hall. All the kids were sitting on the floor in a semi-circle around their tutor which was everyone in the last and second-to-last class. The rest of the camp fucked off to do something. Most likely they were in the classrooms doing dissections since that's what they had planned on doing that day.
The kids were interested in what I had to say, the bigger one and probably the cooler in their mind… I hoped.
"Too bad earthquakes never happen where I live!" One kid said.
"Happens where I live. In fact, I was around for the great Applewood earthquake a few years ago." I said. I remembered that time: the fires, the looting, the streets flooded with water main breaks, my father driving armed to the teeth in his SUV to pick up my sister, my mother, and I from where we were and back to our house in the hills. It was as surreal of an event as it came.
"Don't you kids listen? I said the release of energy causes both the P-wave and S-wave! Don't you know what those are?! Wow. I'm so done here!" She bellowed, flaying her arms around like a inflatable tubeman.
Everyone in the hall saw Twilight's melt down as she stormed out. The kids still didn't have a clue what was happening. Slate went after Twilight to probably calm her down or something...
No amount of money from Celestia would make me keep her.
The kids waved Twilight's students over to join us.
"This guy is going to tell us about when he survived the Applewood earthquake!" One shouted. Not only did Twilight’s group hear, so did the rest of the hall. They immediately abandoned their tutors and circled around me. My classmates shrugged their shoulders and joined them as well.
When I told the story, both the kids and my classmates were enthralled by it. I never told the story much outside of Applewood because of everyone else seemed to have a better story, so it felt great that they liked it.
“It all started on the day I decided to break into my parent’s liquor cabinet that morning to take it to school and impress this one girl…”
I always had a thing about showering with other males. I couldn't do it, even out of necessity. Even if the stalls were isolated from one another…. I had to shower alone.
My shower came after everyone else was done, naturally. It was a chilly day outside, so the evaporation from the hot water turned the room into a sauna... Just the way I liked it.
With a washcloth and a bar of soap, I went to work cleaning myself. I was alone for the first time that day, which allowed me to collect my thoughts and go over what I learned. There was no sound other than the sound of the shower facet and the trickling of the water entering the drain.
I thought I was alone, until...
"Don't move. Don't turn around." I heard Bubbly’s voice from behind me.
"Bubbly?.. What?" I was confused by her sudden demands.
She didn't answer, but I felt her body press against my back. Her petite breasts rested on me, and the fuzz of her pubes brushing up against me as well.
"Just relax, Blue," she said as she wrapped her arms around me. Her hands landed on my member and I began to get hard. She helped it grow by using one of her hands to gently jerk me off while the other caressed my balls.
"I'm not complaining, but... Why?" I asked. I wanted to turn around to see her in the nude, but I didn't want to risk her leaving me with blue balls.
"You're by yourself," she reminded me.
"I usually am when I'm showering..."
"Here's the thing, Blue. If you haven't noticed, we are all a bunch of intelligent introverts here. Most of the guys won't even come up to me and ask for a handjob or blowjob. They want to, but they can't… I can't even ask a guy if I can stroke them off."
She went a bit faster, her soft hands moving up and down my shaft in a hurried pace. .She pulled the bottom half of her body away from me and let go of my balls. I heard a faint schlicking noise, followed by her quick, high-pitched moans. I was close to cumming myself, but... I wanted more. I reached back and began to feel her bottom. Then I slipped my hand underneath them and felt her wetness while she fingered herself.
"Want me to?" I asked eagerly.
She stopped fingering herself, grabbed the hand that I was feeling her up with, and moved it to her asscheeks.
"If there's any guy that is allowed to be inside of me first, finger or dick, It's slate. Sorry bro," she apologized. It was fine with me because I was feeling the urge to cum.
"Go faster," I pleaded.
She did, and I was getting closer to bursting. The sound of Bubbly's cute squeaks of pleasure and her fingers slipping into her wet hole was too much for me. With no warning to her, I busted when she was trying to rub my head. All of my cum flew into her hand.
She panted heavily and wiped the cum off of her hand with my belly, letting it trickle down with the water from the shower.
"That was great," I commented. My hands still on her bottom, still feeling that piece of perfection.
"All the other boys said so as well," she answered, out of breath.
"Wait, you ‘handied’ all of them too?" I asked, kind of shocked from the confession.
"Yeah. The best part is none of them know I did the others…. But I'm telling you because I trust you… This never happened." She let go of me.
I always thought Bubbly was cute because of her petite figure, but after feeling her body pressed up close to mine like that, I had to see how majestic that body was.
I turned around and saw nothing.
She was gone, and I was alone in the shower. My dick was limp once more and my cum flowed its way down the drain.
Did it really happen?
"Damn, I wish I could of at least of seen her tits."
***
Lunch was pretty normal the next day, although I couldn't look at Bubbly and not think about what happened the night before. She noticed my one-off looks to her and shot me an angry glare. I turned from her and went back to eating my lunch.
Wait, what's going on?
Later in the day, I went to use the restroom. Everyone else used the afternoon to go back to the tide pools to look at the animals and “shoot the breeze” as they called it.
"Hey, Blue." I heard a voice call to me.
I turned to see Bubbly next to the closed rental shed. She had her shirt up and the front of her shorts down. Her pussy was thinly veiled by her peach fuzz, and her perky, small, tits can literally be held in my hand, and looked suckable. All I wanted at that moment was to slam my dick in that hot, petite piece of ass.
"This is to buy your silence. Last night and right now never happened," she said as she pulled up her shorts and let her shirt fall down. She walked away, leaving me to wait on the side of the shed to conceal my raging boner.
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"And so within your lifetimes, the theories of the universe will be proven or disproven, and I believe it will up to you all, either if you will be a future scientist, politician- or even a doctor or lawyer- to take away the data and apply it to make the world a better place. Thank you."
It was a warm evening at the amphitheatre, and the first night of the once a week "Lecture Under the Stars" that the camp did. Every Wednesday after sunset, our free time was exchanged for a special lecture by guests. Some I knew growing up and saw on science and history documentaries, and some who were not as photogenic as the bigger names but were as sharp as those popular names. Bubble, Crimson, and I were in the very last row, which had a nice view of the bay. Our lights were the lanterns we brought with us, and the stage lit by a line of incandescent light that gave it more of a campfire feel than the cold, dead lights that most lecture halls had. Twilight was where she usually was: front row, right next to the isle. She was the only one taking notes, asking questions… You know, acting like she was there to learn. Where we sat also let us see the port city that was on the edge of the bay, and the occasional firework exploding over the city. We stood and clapped as Slate Mind walked up and shook the lecturers' hand as they walked off the stage.
"Alright guys, that was your “Lecture Under the Stars” of the week. You have a few more hours before lights out, and snacks and drinks are in the game room!" Slate announced as he walked off the stage himself. Like a movie theatre at the end of the sellout, it took a while to get out of the amphitheatre. We inched along, rubbing elbows with our classmates and having a small talk as I mentally hyped myself up with the weekly dance-off with Bubbly at the ole Dance-Dance Revolution game and a round of billiards with some of the guys, looking badass to impress some of the girls. It never worked since we all were dorks, but man was it fun.
Twenty minutes later we were in the rec room. There was a small arcade in one corner, two rows of ping pong and billiards table into another, and tables and chairs for people to hang out and play cards. It was a relaxing feeling that night at the rec room. However, there was a bit of an argument between Mystral Serenity and the orange-skinned guy, who was always wearing his camouflage hat wherever he went, named Buckshot over who was better at DDR. So as Bubbly and I waited for our turn, I decided to go to the kitchenette for a bottle of tea. That was when I wasn't looking where I was going and physically walked right into Twilight.
I didn't say anything, just kept moving, hoping she wouldn't say anything that would-
"Why don't you pay attention like you were supposed to be doing at the lecture!?" Twilight scolded.
"Just fuck off." I replied.
"Excuse me!?"
"Yeah! I called you out!" I yelled.
We hurled insults at each other for what seemed like a lifetime. I didn't know what it was about her. Her arrogance? I didn't know. All I knew was she invoked a basic instinct to try to shout her down because I felt that it would be the only way to get her to stop. It didn't. In fact, it made things worse. Her constant nagging was too much that day. I puffed out my chest and had my arms out, inviting her to hit me. For the first time in my life, I contemplated hitting a girl that was not my sister. She saw my actions as hostility. She puffed her cheeks as if she were going to explode.
"Trivia-Off!"
The entire room gasped. Those two words struck something with my class. I was none the wiser.
"What?" I asked.
"You heard me. Thirty minutes, amphitheatre." Twilight hissed as she walked out of the room.
Everyone looked at me, giving me weird looks.
"What?" I asked.
"Dead man walking." I heard someone call out. Bubbly and Crimson walked up to me, concern written on their faces.
"Are you okay?" Crimson asked.
"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"
"Dude, she called you out on a Trivia-Off"
"And?" I asked.
"Well have you ever seen a lamb go to slaughter house? It’s basically the same thing." Bubbly explained.
"Y’all realize how stupid this sounds, right?" I asked. It was dumb they would act like that over a game of trivia. Besides, a trivia match? It was gonna be a piece of cake!
***
When I arrived with Bubbly and Crimson back at the amphitheatre, it was packed like it was an hour ago, minus the adults. Twilight was alone on stage, waiting for me to show up. Across from her was another wooden chair. I quietly walked down the aisle, whispers of 'good luck' and 'kick her ass' being heard. I knew everyone was pushing for me to win instead of Twilight.
It was a few minutes into the "Trivia-Off" and at that point, I was confused. Everyone in the stands was chatting, and someone had a notebook in hand, taking bets. From what the booker told Bubbly, I was the 10-point underdog, but the biggest bet. The safer one was Twilight, but I was the one people wanted to see win.
Twilight won the coin flip, and elected to go first. The match went like this: one person would ask a question of any subject that was academic, and when the person had the answer mostly right, that person would ask a question back. It would go back and forth until someone got it wrong.
It went back and forth between us; math, science, art, history. We went deep into our well of knowledge. I'll admit I struggled with my answers. It didn't matter what I threw at her; a date in which Starswirl the Bearded founded a theorem, to the date and casualty numbers of some pretty small battles of the equestrian civil war. I even questioned some of the art methods of some famous pieces throughout history. I gave it my all, but she was too much. Her questions esoteric, her answers difficult. But, I had a plan.
I knew about the Theory of Neighton, the theorist behind gravity. I knew the little-known fact that he named it after his dog, Gravitia.
"Round 32! Blue! You're up!" Bubbly announced.
I cleared my throat, and with a smug grin, I asked my question out of memory. "Who did Neighton name the concept of Gravity after?"
"Gravitia. Now, Blue: What breed was Gravitia?"
Fuck.
I mean, it was part of a nursery rhyme when I was a kid. But dammit, she had me good. Hundreds if not thousands of breeds of dogs existed around that time, so no chance of picking one out of the blue.
1600's Trottingham… If I had to take a guess, and half of the entire dog population of that area were Mastiffs. Oh, I got this. The numbers don't fail me.
"Bullmastiff." I answered.
A wave of groans echoed through the amphitheater. I knew something was wrong. I felt the churning in my stomach when I saw Twilight's smug grin.
"The answer is German Shepherd, Blue Comet." Bubbly announced on the microphone.
Twilight got out of her chair and jumped around, her fists in the air in celebration. "I told you I'm the best in this class. Now you know your place, Blue!"
She marched out of the auditorium as she continued her one-woman celebration while I was left to figure out what the hell just happened.
"Well, what the hell just happened?" I asked.
"Well, you made her worse." Bubbly said.
"Like?"
"Oh, just a bit more arrogant." She answered
As we walked out of the place, a familiar face caught my eye. Slate Mind was in the last row of the amphitheatre. His arms were crossed, and he gave me a glare as I walked away. In my mind, either he was mad that I enabled Twilight farther or that I actually challenged her.
Either way, I knew I was in for it tomorrow.
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There was a weird thing about the teachers and counselors with cell phones. They all had ones issued by the camp and, just like young adults, they were on it all the time, especially when we were working on something. I was told that they had an app on it that they used to communicate with each other, like a chat room. They would also take photos and sent it to Slate Mind, who would take it and update their social medias with it. It was forward-thinking to the "no phones whatsoever" mantra that I was used to.
So when I heard the buzz on one of my teacher's phones during an activity, I did not even give it a second thought. But when she announced why it was buzzing, I knew something was up.
"Oh! Um... Blue and Twilight? You both are needed at Slate’s office. Try not to kill each other on the way!" The teacher smirked. Our little “drama” was the talk of the camp since yesterday's “Trivia Off.”
Twilight took her time getting her stuff together, especially since she was already done with her project while everyone else was halfway through theirs.
Everyone gave me a look of confusion because of the fact it was Twilight and I being sent to the office at the same time.
"Dead man walking." Someone muttered
"Twilight is about to have someone disappear." Someone else joked.
I thought nothing of it, knowing we were gonna get a talking-to about last night and nothing else.
"We should be done when you get back, if at all," Bubbly said with a wink and a grin.
Next week I was excited for. We were going to finally experience the end of the cooler weather and the start of summer heat, so having the girls in my class wearing shorts and the camp shirts would still be around for a bit.
Nevertheless, I still enjoyed the cool weather and hoped my nonexistent abs would impress the ladies.
A minute or two later I was at Slate Mind's office. I entered the door and was met with his lavish office. Hardwood floor, the back wall covered with many degrees, doctorates, and awards that he had received through his entire career. He had a stern smile while Twilight had that bitch face, which I realized it was permanent at that point.
"Come m'boy! Sit!" He said as he offered a seat next to Twilight. It wasn't close enough where we were within punching range of each other, so it made the decision to sit much easier if it wasn't an order. I took my seat and watched as Slate got up and paced his office, deep in thought. I looked like he was trying to think of how to say what he wanted to say without offending either of us.
"So, I notice you two… Well, you're not getting along. You two are constantly bumping heads over the smallest things. You two are always fighting, and I feel that the Trivia Off was the last straw. I can't have people challenging each other to trivia-off's over this stuff." He started
"Wait, trivia-offs are that bad around here?!" I cackled.
"Yes, Silver Comet, but maybe if you paid attention to how we do things around here, maybe you learn a thing or two!" Twilight snapped.
"Says the class outcast, and its Blue Comet,! Get it right, Twilight Snarkle!" I snapped back.
"SHUT UP. BOTH OF YOU!" Slate roared. "This is exactly what I'm talking about. You two bicker like a married couple. In fact, I've made a decision to remedy this problem. Congratulations, consider you two married!”
Twilight and I looked each other in confusion, hoping maybe the other would have any idea what he just said, and then to him.
"Sir? I don't understand," Twilight asked.
We knew we were in for it when he gave us the most sinister grin.
"From now on, the both of you are partners. In ‘all’ aspects."
My heart sank with that literal death sentence. Twilight had a look of disgust on her face. I didn't take it personally since I felt the same way about her.
Twilight objected. "Wait! You can't just force us to-"
"Yes I can, Ms. Sparkle, and I… Well… I just did." He interrupted. "You both have to understand. In the real world, you can't just 'block' people you work with or have to not interact with. It's not wise, neither is causing a scene at each opportune moment. Now, I have already sent instructions to your professors and activity coordinators of my decision and they will enforce it tomorrow. The only times I don't want you two together is showering, shitting, and sleeping. Beyond that, you two must be at the hip. You fail that, well…. Your grade here is on the line."
I laughed. "Failing a summer camp? Oh, what's the worse that can happen?!"
"The same summer camp that has a reputation with every elite private and public university. Remember that they contact us for a recommendation, alright 'Canterlot University' hopeful?" He said.
When I realize that, I quickly quieted down. The last thing I needed was my father disowning me for failing to attend his alma mater, like the men and women in my family timeline. They were all Canterlot University Alumni.
"Oh great, you're gonna dudebro up my school of choice, too?!" Twilight snapped.
"You better quiet down, Twilight. Lest the princess knows why you failed at this institution." Slate rebutted.
She quieted down as well. We both knew we fucked up… Or at least I knew I did. Twilight probably was blaming me for the predicament.
"Now, I will be calling you into my office every other week to check up on your progress. If you two do this and have no more incidents, I will see about getting you two extra consideration for admission to CU. Did I mention the Chancellor of the university is my sister?"
Put up with Twilight in exchange for not dishonoring the family lineage? Oh, this one was a piece of cake!
As I looked over to Twilight, I knew she had the same thought. We both had a stake in this new forced-partnership, so at least that would keep us from murdering each other, or so the three of us hoped.
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The First Day pt 1
For a while, Twilight, or her likeliness, were in my dreams. I didn't know why or who she was. It was because of the unpleasantness of meeting her that it finally clicked why she was in my dreams; why she was the mysterious woman who I had sex with.
It was because I had met her before.
A few years ago, Princess Celestia came by Applewood for a visit. The movie industry's best and brightest were excited about her visit, but the growing pro-democracy movement was also excited for her arrival to give her hell.
Personally, I had no strong feelings on being ruled by a monarchy or a democracy, but those in the movement were cool with their nonconformity, which was finally given a name: Hipsters. I was just a young freshman, so I did it to fit in. Normally, holding signs and screaming obscenities at the princess would of been enough to be in their good graces, but it was not enough for me. I wanted to make my mark in the group of misfits.
We were up since before dawn, planning our spots amongst the crazed fans of the Princess, excited to catch a glimpse of her. My group was sitting around, smoking cigarettes and talking about bands I had no idea existed. As the hours went by, so did the crowds. The media, police, a few select members of the secret service; all them trickled in as well as the crowds to see the spectacle. They had their eye out for us, but being so well-hidden in the group made spotting people like us so damn impossible, especially with other democracy movements in the other cities seeing how this protest would pan out.
It was around high noon, and the Princess was about an hour away before her motorcade would pass by. Seriously, people waited ten or so hours just to see her pass by. It was amusing to see that dedication, coming from a kid who could barely sit still for an hour. I saw this cute girl move past the standing crowd to where we were. She opened her wool coat and began to hand out water balloons that she claimed were filled with watered down paint.
One of the guys hid some in his hat, which was on the ground in front of us. Now we waited for the caravan to arrive.
We heard the roar from the crowd a half-mile off, so we knew it was time. We grabbed a water balloon and waited for her. The caravan turned the corner a few hundred feet from us and the crowd was applauding. At the same time, the pro-democracy protesters were also holding signs and letting their opinions be heard . The first car was a limousine, with two secret service agents walking in front of it. A few SUVs also went through as well. It was then I saw the white carriage pulled by six white horses. The cheers and the jeers were as loud as before as the Princess passed by them. It was complete pandemonium. I would also assume that the pro-princess and pro-democracy people were getting into it as well with each other along the route, but I wouldn't have known from my vantage point.
My heart started racing, and I began to sweat in anxiety. It was time to prove my mettle with the cool kids.
I got a good view of the inside of the carriage since the door was basically removed for the princess to see her subjects. She was stunning in a white dress, and her multi-colored hair looked like the sky during the day, a mixture of blue, green and pink. Even with the screaming college and high school students calling for her removal, she remained graceful, waving at them and her faithful subjects alike. As I join my comrades in throwing the water balloons, it felt as if time stopped as I locked eyes with her.
Twilight Sparkle wouldn’t have recognized me since I was wearing a bandana as a face mask, but I saw her. She was wearing a simple white dress with a gold belt. She had fear in her eyes when she saw the barrage of water balloons being thrown at her and Celestia. Before my dream ended, my view of Twilight was blocked by the Princess. She was royalty. She was the leader of my nation. But she was willing to lay it all on the line for Twilight. It was then I gained respect for her, even though her guards spent all day trying, and failing, to catch me.
***
I woke up in a pool of sweat in my room, and I imagined the rest of us did the same. The sound of the fan that was hanging off a corner of the room was on full blast, giving the room some cooler air, as well asthe whirring sound that we became accustomed to very quickly. It turned out that the weather said "fuck you" to one more week of cooler weather and decided to give us summer already, so the warm shower we had in the mornings turned into an ice shower instead.
I kept thinking of the dream as I loitered around the girl’s shower that morning. I kept asking myself if Twilight remembered that day. I would have to ask about it to see if she remembered me, but for now, I would have to pretend I saw it on TV or something. My train of thought was interrupted by her.
She was wearing her olive green shorts, but was topless, save for a dark purple bikini top. I took a quick minute to look at her body and smiled.
"Morning."
"He said we had to work together, not actually be friends," She snapped.
"I know, but it would make things a lot smoother." I replied.
"Whatever, let’s just get some food and coffee," She commanded.
I stopped and smiled. "What if I introduce you to the wonderful creation called ice coffee? The only thing colder than it is your soul," I joked.
The First Day pt 2
It turns out we couldn't even find common ground in something so simple like iced coffee vs hot coffee.
"Why can't you just drink real coffee like a normal person?" Twilight snapped.
"Because it's too hot. It's refreshing, and can keep you awake. Who says it has to be Hot!?"
We had been arguing about it since I told her about it. It seemed like she was against anything that resembled change. I mean who would have thought it would come from the princess's protege.
/sarcasm.
As we got our food, I found that between our argument and trying to find a seat which everyone kept extending their legs, dragging others who were also looking to sit somewhere to their seat, anything to keep Twilight from sitting with them a little taxing. It had finally happened: I had become a pariah, just because of Twilight. She would deny it because of her pride, that and in her mind she was loved by all.
Even with the rest of the camp forcing to disassociate with me for their sanity's sake, I knew that I had at least two friends to count on. Our argument continued as we sat down in front of them. By that time, I had enough and offered Twilight a challenge.
"Here! Try it! If you hate it then after taking a sip then you can hate it all you want!"
"Fine!" she agreed. She took my plastic cup and took a sip from the straw. I knew she tasted the concoction when her eyes widen up, and it looked like she forgot to breathe for a second. The sip ended up being half of my cup. She didn't say another word, she got up and made her way to the iced coffee dispenser, all while trying to avoid my smug grin.
* * *
The boat that was to be used for the lesson had to sail in from the city on the edge of the harbor. With that and the boat having a small mechanical issue, the lesson was delayed over an hour. So, we all sat under the shade of the trees and relaxed. We were on the lookout for the boat to arrive, only to see the giant fishing fleets from the city sail out to the ocean or in with a fresh bounty of fish. Although they were only blips on the horizon, the prospect of being commercial fisherdude was enticing because unlike Twilight: the sea would pay you back for handling her bitching.
Twilight was quiet for once, electing to read a book that she always kept in her pocket. I always never figured or asked what it was or what it was about. As long as she had her mouth shut, I was not going to question it.
I ended talking to Crimson about stupid shit, seeing how Bubbly was at the end of the dock, talking to Slate. Either she was trying to make the move on him or trying to get him to notice her as more than just a student. Either way, Crimson and I were trying our hardest not to laugh about it.
"Is she finally gonna ask for the dick?" I asked.
"She better, or else she is all talk," Crimson replied.
"He is not going to do anything with her, that's statutory rape," Twilight butted in.
"She is one of the oldest students in our class," Crimson said.
"Her body says otherwise."
Crimson and I sighed and continued our conversation. That time a little bit farther away from Twilight.
We watched as the boat came in, and moored itself on the dock. And it came in time too: a group of us were beginning to punch each other while we were wearing life vests. It was not for any scientific curiosity but out of sheer boredom .
The first thing we noticed about it was the face the belly of the boat was glass, and we knew we were in for one hell of a treat.
We all boarded, and after the always dull boat safety lecture, we were off and slowly moving to the island. We were looking to the glass as we went, the barren tidal zone gave way to the coral reef that was below the waters. We were all excited: many types of wildlife down there and we were taking pictures on our phones. Even Twilight had the ever rare smile to her.
"So, kids: Because of the island and the bay's formation: its bringing water rich in krill and plankton, which in turn brings all kinds of life. And, as if right on Que..."
The entire boat backed way from the glass as soon as the lonesome Hammerhead swam underneath. Right after that, we all tried taking pictures, excited about what lied underneath the waves.
The driver kept moving around, showing the different parts of the coral beds.
"Now, you think this is the fun part, right? Oh no," Slate said with a menacing smile. When he had that smile, he had something good for us.
"This is the last year you guys will be here, so I thought: why do you guys have to watch the marine life like all the other students: why not go in yourself?"
We were all silent.
"Next week: we will train you in SCUBA. By the end of the week, you all should be able to get your certificates and be able to go down to the reefs." Slate announced.
The class was cheering or talking amongst each other. I was not immune to it.
"Holy shit guys!" I yelled.
"Right!?" Bubbly replied.
"Hype levels off the chart!" Crimson cheered.
"Alright, time to go home," Slate whispered to the driver. The driver tried to start the engine, but it refused to turn on.
Uh oh.
"God dammit," The driver said. "Hold on to the wheel, Stale!"
"It's Slate."
"Tomato, tomato!"
He walked to the back of the boat, where the twin engines were. He mumbled to himself as he tinkered with the analog controls. I guess a switch or something minute happened because one second we were still but the next second the engine roared, throwing all of us on the glass floor. Luckily, Slate was in the driver seat and slowed the engine down almost immediatley.
"Everyone okay?" he asked.
As we started to get off each other, I realized I was in a bit of a predicament.
Twilight, who was sitting across from me, flew to me when the boat acclerated and knocked us over. That was not the issue. Her face was red with embarrassment and rage. Her hands were on my crotch, and my hands, which I threw up in a last second desperation to stop her, were on her breasts.
Bubbly and Crimson saw this since they were in the same pile and us, and began to laugh uncontrollably.
This is how I die, caught in a fucking trope.
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Dive Pt 1
They brought in a SCUBA instructor from the city, and we spent the next week learning how to use the gear. In the morning, we were in the classrooms and workshops learning, but would not be able to get into the water until we passed the written test.
At the end of the week, the written test was administered, a member of the SCUBA regulatory committee was on hand to overlook the testing. At the end of the day, we received the result: all of us passed and were eligible to dive that next week.
The few days that we had to wait for our first dive was long, it was tedious. No matter what activity they threw at us, no matter how fun they were, we all were fixated on the dive that was to come.
The night before, Slate made us run a few miles, to drain us from the energy that would of surely would have made us restless as we tried to sleep. It worked for the most part with the exception of Bubbly, who was all energized because she spent forty minutes staring at Slates ass bouncing, thinly concealed by his snug shorts.
We all awoke before the alarm that morning, hearing the sound of the truck arriving with our SCUBA gear. We all got up and any energy we wasted last night suddenly came back and then some.
We had our breakfast, and then went right to the bathrooms to change. By the time it was nine in the morning, the heat was already on its way up.
I waited in front of one of the stalls, waiting for Twilight to get out. When she got out, I had froze. She had shapely legs, her stomach was flat, and a perfect pair of tits. It was probably me, but her area looked shaved, usually a hair or two could be sticking out from under the bikini with your average girl, or even a small bulge because of the hair, but not Twilight’s.
"You look beautiful," I said involuntarily. She didn't say anything and continued on her way to the dock. She readjusted her glasses, and I could have sworn she had a blushing tinge. I looked at my belly, hoping that in the short span between that morning and right then, an impressive pack of abs would have appeared, instead: flat.
Unfortunately, I had the displeasure of seeing Crimson take off his shirt, revealing his rock hard six pack. Every girl, including Bubbly, took a second take at him.
You motherfucker.
* * *
Our excitement was nearly incapable when the boat took off to the sea. It was finally happening: the trip we had been prepping and training for.
As we were cooled and damped with the spray that was kicked up every time the boat hit a wave, Slate gave us one last safety briefing. He had said before that he intended to come back with all of us alive and then went on a few minute soliloquy about insurance or something.
Anyway, the boat stopped and dropped anchor between the bay and the island as before. The time had come, and so did we.
Everyone was slow in getting their gear on, especially the girls so they wouldn't suffer any "wardrobe malfunctions"
"Oh man, here we go!" Bubbly said.
"Yea! Diving!" I replied
"No, Slate is checking me out, like every five seconds. He is taking a peek and going back reading the clipboard, I guess he is into petite girls," she beamed
"I guess, then again bikinis don't usually leave much to the imagination," I said, observing her body in her hot pink bikini and top
"Okay kids, on your right there's a comm system that's tied to your mouthpiece. Just speak into it."
After we set our channel and did the last minute safety checks, it was time to get in. We took turns getting in through the ladder. The diving back from the boat was for the more experienced apparently, but seeing it enough times in the movies, but whatever.
I jumped in from the edge of the ship and felt the rush of the cold race up to my head. If I wasn't awake before that would have done it for sure. We all waited for the rest of the class to get in before we put on our goggles, mouthed our mouthpiece and dipped underneath the salty surface.
It turned out that Twilight and I still had to be partners, but at that point we had gotten used to it and to each other somewhat so we dove further to the coral beds, our class looking like a wolfpack.
The group split into pairs and like a field trip we went our own way, always within eyesight of Slate and a SCUBA professional. When we arrived at a section of the reef that Twilight motioned me to, Twilight miscalculated her own movement, and she was smacked against a hardened coral by the current.
"You okay?" I asked.
She nodded and we went back at it, taking photos from specialized cameras, taking notes with divers paper and pencil, and enjoyed the many wildlife that was swimming around us.
We were about an hour in until we got the bad news: a Great White was in the area, and it was time to quickly and quietly scramble to the surface.
We were quick, but not quiet. People were panicking through the intercoms. Some were over run with excitement, others in fear. Let's be honest: we were all smart enough to know we were not in any real danger unless that shark was jaws or something, but it was still scary as hell.
Oh well, show's over.
I tapped Twilight on the shoulder, and started my way up to the surface, not seeing if she was behind me. I felt the mid-day breeze as I broke the surface, and realized I was in for a bit of a swim to the boat. Again, no fear from me. I kept swimming as everyone was yelling at me to swing faster. I ignored it, because if there was a shark visible on my tail, I would assume someone would grab a gun and start shooting at it. I was quickly pulled out the water and on the fiberglass deck, surrounded by everyone…
…well
"Wheres Twilight?" Slate worried.
"She wasn't behind me or beat me here?!" I yelled.
I turned back to the water, somewhere in the Twilight was alone, with a giant Great White in the water.
Oh fuck.
"Oh no! Oh no! Oh no! Oh no!" Slate panicked as he paced around the boat.
"This is bad! Bad! Bad! Celestia will have my head, literally!"
The rest of the class were looking to the water, waiting to see the thrashing, the gore, the blood, the body parts, the screams for help.
If Twilight was to die, it would not have affected me personally, nor would I be at a disadvantage. In fact, if she was to die, it would be better for me. It was then I felt the churning of guilt. Those thoughts made me sick, made me disgusted with myself. My mind then showed a scene of her funeral, a crying family, a heartbroken princess grieving of a young life tragically cut short. We all might have hated her guts, but she was still loved by people.
Twilight was an angry, bitchy human, but she was still human. It took me being stuck with her that made me realize that.
Slate was desperately trying to get the SCUBA gear on, but in his haste, he was missing basic steps which delayed him. The instructors were taking their sweet time, trying their gear on. Their K-Bar knives and a spring loaded harpoon gun were sitting on a bench.
I waddled with my flippers over to the bench and took the gun.
"What are you doing?!" Bubbly cried out.
"Getting Twilight!" I answered as I sat on the ledge of the boat.
"Why!? Dude you don't have to risk your life for her!"
I didn't answer. I snapped the mask over my face, raised the harpoon gun over my head, leaned back, and fell to the now shark infested ocean.
I flipped around as soon as I hit the water, trying to do it like how the cool guys did it in the movies. Unfortunately, I looked like a retarded seal doing it. No matter, I still had to get Twilight. I paddled deeper into the water, headed to the spot where I last saw her, a spot in the reef. I had both hands on the harpoon gun and looking at all directions, because a Great White will only attack when the prey isn't looking or is distracted, and since I couldn't see it and I was alone, I was a sitting duck along with Twilight. Every second I was paddling was unbearable. My mind, my body was trying to make me swim back to the boat out of fear, but I kept pushing anyway.
I kept swimming to the spot, hoping she didn't move. With luck, she hadn't, she was still taking notes in that one spot of the reef, where there were fish all over. I signed in relief and started to swim to her, but stopped. My heart started racing, my mind began to get light. I froze. Coming at me out in the distance was the great white.
It was big, it looked mean, and it was headed my way. To be honest, it was at its cruising speed, so I knew I was not 'oh shit, oh shit' danger at that moment, but with how volatile the creature was: I couldn't bet on it not being hungry. It was like an old western showdown. I was floating in the current, waiting to see if that thing, which was maybe a quarter of a mile out and headed to me was going to launch an attack. I was ready to paddle to Twilight and prepare for a fight.
I didn't know what made me do it, but I started swimming to Twilight as fast as I could, my hand on the harpoon, its hook aimed right at the shark, which was a few seconds from being on me.
Twilight turned in time to see me press her against the coral, my eyes fixated on hers. If the shark was to attack, it would get my tank. It would buy me time to make the necessary shot, but chances are I would drown on the way up, but it would give Twilight the time to escape.
She kept struggling as I had her against the rock, trying to keep her hidden. Her struggle immediately stopped, and her eyes widened and had fear written all over it. She watched as the Great White shark swam casually above us, without a single fuck. Her breathing slowed down when the shark passed. When we realized we were safe, I realized that my cock was pressed hard against her pussy, our parts separated by two thin layers of clothing. Her chest was pressed against mine, and her legs were wrapped around me in her fear when the shark came. I was turned out on by the pressing of our near-nude bodies and unsure what to do, I was fully erect and I knew she could have felt it. I wrapped my hands around her lower back and began to swim up, towards the surface, keeping our position, looking like we were fucking mid-water. She eventually uncrossed her legs and we were hand in hand, both swimming to the surface.
* * *
Just my luck, we surfaced right by the boat. We both pulled our masks out and paddled to the end of the boat. I grabbed Twilight by the legs and tried to lift her while in the ocean as Slate pulled her on board. I was helped up right afterward by Slate and Crimson. I began to breathe normally again because the entire ordeal was a hell of an adrenaline rush.
Slate didn't say anything, just signaled to the boat crew to get them ready to get home. He looked deep in thought, though, which always never good.
***
I took a nap after we docked, which only lasted thirty minutes or so, the heat too much for a simple afternoon sleeper.
Oh well.
So, I went to the break room for a nice cold soda and walked into a celebration. Everyone was in a festive mood, a lot of talking, cheering, talks of a party and or alcohol run.
"W-what did I miss?" I asked.
"Dude, did you take a nap or something?" Crimson asked.
"Yea, why?"
"You're free, motherfucker!" Bubbly cheered.
"I don't…"
"Twilight is getting dismissed from the program!"
"What?! Why?!"
"She ignored Slate and kept diving, this is the best day ever!" Bubbly yelled.
"But, But!" I replied before storming out.
I couldn't believe it, did they really miss the story? She mentioned her comm system was acting funny, but at the same time, it was Twilight and no more her. Her being dismissed was not as bad as getting ripped apart by a shark, but the guilt was there all the same seeing how her academia dreams were either set back or destroyed.
*Sigh*, I hate you sometimes, conscious.
The divers were having an early dinner courtesy of our camp, so I went straight to their open, unguarded, box truck. I climbed into the bed of it, unhooked the papers on the side of the cargo area. A few flips later I was at the "S'" and found Twilight and the serial number of the transponder. luckily, the walls of the truck had the transponder organized alongside the wall by brackets. When I found it and took a closer look, I knew I had the right one: the led display had fogged up, a clear sign of a water breach.
With all the evidence I needed I jumped off the truck and was on my way to Slate's office. Unfortunately, my classmates had formed a mob that was blocking my way.
"Blue. We love you, but why are you doing this?" Bubbly asked. Everyone else was concerned as well, seeing how I was the one who had suffered the most by her.
"Because to let her possibly die back there in the water, and then not stand up for someone who is being wronged, it doesn't make you better than she is. She is no doubt a horrible person, but has the ends ever justified the means?"
"Yes?" Crimson answered.
I sighed, "Look, I'll handle Twilight and try to keep her bitchiness down, she kinda owes me one or two now."
"Alright, but if she causes shit, it's on you then to hear our complaints," someone from the class yelled out.
"Fine, just let me through."
I walked past the class, feeling their annoyance and dislike over this. They would eventually get over it, but in the meantime, I was not the most liked person. Even Mistral Serenity was not happy about what I was doing from that sour face she gave me as I passed by her. It sucked for me, but no one ever said doing the right thing was easy nor popular.
I walked in into Slate's office without knocking, a sure fire way to get his attention since that was his pet peeve.
Slate was sitting on his desk, the phone in one hand, his hands about to press the buttons to Princess Celestia's direct line on the other. Twilight was sitting in the chair next to me, her eyes were red and she was sobbing, facing the prospect of her life of hard work and sting being for naught.
"Slate, uh... you may want to see this."
"Whats up, Blue? Because please: feel free to barge in when I'm doing my job...for once."
I placed the clipboard and comlink on his desk.
"This is Twilight's signature on the sign-out sheet, meaning that yes, it was working when she got it. But, if you look at the led, it shows that water has gone in. No only that, she was thrown against the coral when a hard wave came through, which can explain why her link wasn't working and why she didn't get the call to surface."
So much for being free from her.
He took a look at the two items, and with the evidence too much to not ignore, he hung up his phone.
"Well hot damn, Dick Tracey, you got some skill, I can tell you that. Well, Twilight: your partner bailed you out of a jam, for the second time today."
I felt a mass blindside me, nearly knocking us over. Twilights hug was tight, to the point of it nearly crushing my ribs.
"Thank you! Thank you!" She cried over and over.
So cute.
She allowed me to move, which instead of a painful experience, well it felt great, even if it was Twilight.
"Well, now that that's out of the way, it's time for dinner. Sushi… I might have thought diving with those nice fishes would give you a craving to eat them."
"That is one sick sense of humor," Twilight said with a wry smile, her eyes still watery, this time from relief and not sadness.
"Isn't It?"
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As the summer heated up, so did our after class activities. Our class favorite was beach soccer. we had plenty of rock less grass to play the game, but having it on sand made it more challenging and fun, not to mention exhausting. I was to join, but I had matters to attend to.
So while everyone else playfully kicked the ball around to warm themselves up, I was sitting against a tree with Twilight, a notebook between our crossed legs. In all honestly, there wasn't a need for it all, but Twilight wanted it to make sure she didn't miss anything and honesty I might as well since I'm stuck with her.
As we quickly went over the notes, I noticed that out in the mountains there were some clouds. Usually, they would explode and create fierce thunderstorms that would drift inland and away from the beach. Usually, in these sessions, she would talk about herself, how she was the princess' protege, the whole saved her majesty's ass once in a while, and narcissistic junk I kinda ignored.
"What about you?" She asked. I didn't know what to say, she NEVER asked anything about my personal life, or what I like, nothing. So, this came entirely out of left field.
"What about me?" I asked.
"Well, what's your story?"
I was expecting to read her face and see that she wanted to feel better knowing that I was lesser than her on the social totem pole, but it looked like she was actually interested.
What did she mean by that?
"Not much to say. Have an older sister, father works as a television producer, and I'm here because I'm trying to keep the family tradition" I shrugged.
"That's cool, any shows I might like?"
I was going to tell her until I was interrupted
"Hey, Blue! are you about done? we are about to start! You're on skin team!" Bubbly shouted, also on the skin team, so she had to play in her bikini top.
"I'll tell you over dinner!" I said as I got up and took off my shirt, tossing it to a pile that was used as our goal post
* * *
I showered, I had a delightful dinner with Twilight, Bubbly, and Crimson, and spent the rest of the night relaxing in the cabin, all while the thunderstorm marched our way. It was a nice surprise that it shifted to the beach instead of inland, even if the dirt would be turned into mud in the morning and would make things tough to maneuver.
It was around shut eye time when the storm arrived. It started with a hard drop of rain or two with some guest into a downpour and near tropical storm wind. Not to mention the lighting and the hard crack of the thunder every so often.
I don't know about the girls, but the guy's cabin was enjoying the storm unanimously. I guess we got to talking to, between the flashes of lighting.
"So, are you two dating, Blue?" someone asked.
"Me and Twi? Na," I answered. The thought of being with her never crossed my mind, hell I just recognized her as a human, not falling in love with her.
"Would you fuck her, though?"
I didn't even think about my answer and became defensive. "W-well, would you?"
Everyone remained silent.
"I mean…. She has a cute face and a body. But if there's a way she can't talk I would be okay with it," Crimson said.
It actually did become a civilized debate, with the consensus saying, yes, they would fuck Twilight Sparkle, but each person had a caveat to it. Most were either a ball gag or even a plastic bag.
It was around ten o'clock we heard a large cracking sound that resembled from the girl's cottage, and their screams being heard in our cabin, over the sound of the hailstorm and rain.
"Aw fuck!"
* * *
We all looked to the girl's cabin, and the lighting strikes were bright enough to tell us what happened. The corner of the roof had given way, the wind and the rain was now in the once warm and dry cabin.
"I told them sons of bitches to clean out them gutters!" Buckshot hollered. Crimson was already on his cell phone.
"Yea? Oh shit! okay, ill grab the boys and be right there. Get the girls to pack all their shit, we will be taking them! Hey! that was the girls! They're all okay, just a bit shooked! We need all hands to get their stuff and here!" Crimson said.
All the guys got their jackets on, and we were out the door and into the storm. It was warm, it was windy, and It was heavy enough where I felt every raindrop that assaulted me. We waddled through the ankle deep mud, determined to reach the girls. We arrived as a group to the porch of the cabin, the girls already had their stuff packed and ready to go. Each guy took as much of the girl's luggage as they can handle. The only one who was left… Was Twilight
Of course!
"Twilight!" I called out to her in the confusion. She had two duffle bags and honestly lacked the muscle to carry them. I grabbed them from her and had one in my hand, slinging the other over my shoulder. We were the last to leave the now damaged cabin and started our way to the cabin. She was struggling in the mud, while I had gone through it before and managed to get through it once more without any issue. Twilight was slower, kicking her feet up with each step, which I knew a strong gust would make her eat dirt.
Turns out, careful what you wished for.
The strong gust did blow, maybe seventy-five miles per hour? Anyway, it was strong enough to knock twilight down, and a loud and wet thud on the mud.
"C'mon!" I hollered. Grabbing her muddy hand and near dragging her until she got up, the thunder and lighting above us lighting up the entire sky. By the time we made it to the cabin, the rest of the girls were dried off, a pile of muddy towels used to clean off everyone's feet, and the class was sitting around. Everyone looked at us and tried and failed their best to not smirk at Twilight. When I looked at her I couldn't help it but bust out laughing. She was covered from head to her toes in mud.
Oh, Twilight…..
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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.
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Well, good morning dumbass
I woke up with the stomach churning blue balls that came with not fucking Twilight.
Might as well kill myself, who the fuck gets cocked blocked by themselves. I guess the lesson is to trust no one, not even yourself.
I realized I was the only one awake when I sat up and looked around. I still never figured out how I managed to sleep with all that snoring. It was Saturday, so there were no classes, and we usually spent our days off either dipping in the beach or in the air conditioned mess hall.
I looked at Twilight. she had a frown while she slept, I was not surprised at that fact, but it was cute in a way.
Maybe it's not too late to get a quickie before everyone wakes up.
Some in the room began to wake up as well, the events of last night starting to come back to them. I got up and slowly made my way to my bed, trying my hardest not to wake Twilight. I sat on the edge of the bed and looked out through my window to see the damage from last night.
The roof in the back corner collapsed. The hole visible. It was the size of a basketball. It wouldn't have been an emergency if it hadn't been for the storm.
I felt the bed move and knew Twilight was up.
"Hey blue, how bad is it?" Twilight asked.
"Looks like its something that can be fixed in a day, so I wouldn't worry," I said, trying to fight the urge to mention her masturbation session.
Only a handful was awake and laying in bed, whether it being the floor or in an actual bed. Everyone woke up with Slate busted in.
"Morning, campers! I heard you all had a fun adventure!"
I could almost hear Bubbly Rhyme cream from here.
A few awkward laughs were heard, as well as yawning.
"Good news is that the problem can be fixed, no problem, and any matrasses can be replaced so you won't be sleeping on them."
"So what's the bad news then?" Bubbly asked.
"Because of cost, and you all need to learn some skills other than book skills, we will be repairing it ourselves…. And by 'ourselves', I mean you, students."
Us guys looked at the girls and laughed.
"Well, good luck, ladies. Guys! Sleeping positions!" Buckshot commanded. I was already on the bed so I simply laid down, next to Twilight.
She is so cute when she is flustered.
The other guys did as well, getting off the floor, grabbing their sheets and joined the girls who were taking over their beds.
"Guys, you are helping out too," Slate announced.
All the guys, included me, groaned from that announcement.
* * *
With the sounds of our complaining, we were marched for our showers and breakfast.
"This sucks!" I complained.
"This super sucks!" Crimson added.
"At least you didn't have to suffer what we went through last night!" Bubbly said
"You're welcome for saving your asses, by the way," I added
"How about not be selfish and help your fellow human beings out!?" Twilight added.
Oh Twilight, if only you grasped the true meaning of irony.
Slate came back from the nearest hardware store an hour later, with everything they needed. While he was gone, a few of the adults and Twilight went over how to repair the hole, what materials were needed, the steps, basically fulfilling Twilights OCD of making everything neat and organized. I had to hand it to her, she had a plan and had all the nuances down.
Let's see it work when things go wrong!
The first thing they (the guys) did was to remove the area that was damaged. We were not too delicate, ripping out the roof and making sure whatever was left was workable. Working on the roof wasn't too bad, but I really wanted to be on the beach and the cool water. At least I wasn't alone in my misery.
In fact, delicate Twilight Sparkle went on the ladder and started climbing up. She was on the ladder to the near top but did not get on the roof.
"Hey!" she said, trying to start a conversation with me.
"You're unusually chipper"
"Seeing you suffer gives me strength," she said with a cheeky grin.
"Thanks," I said with a sarcastic laugh. I got a break from working due to everyone with the materials taking their time. Which was a good time to watch the bay from a decent view, the sparkling water teasing me
It was that way until I heard the metal clank of one of the ladders hitting against the roof next to me, the sounds of steps later and I saw Twilight standing on the ladder, watching me work.
"People who are actually doing something are allowed up here," I smirked.
"Don't care, just here to see you suffer," she sarcastically.
"Oh, so miss prep wants to watch us who are 'lower' than you work for you?" I instigated.
"No," she smiled. "just you."
***
By the end of the day, the roof was fixed and the girl was in the boy's cabin getting their things together. Even if it was dreadful to do actual work. It was a bit regarding knowing that something was done with our hard work, and generally, the girls owed us big time, twice.
Slate was on the porch of the girl's cabin, while everyone looked on at his self-congratulations fest. He did barely any of the work and would end up taking all the credit to the people who actually own the camp. As long as we were given an extra day off we didn't mind.
All the while, Twilight's, and I's arms were over each other shoulder. A sign of friendship? most likely. A sign of something more?
Honestly… I was starting to hope it was a sign of something between us, but I also knew that telling Crimson or Bubbly would end with a long talk.
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The break room had quickly become the hangout spot for everyone, mostly because of the Air conditioning the building has, which is a stark contrast to the hot and muggy night. Everyone was doing their own thing, either television, on their phones, or on one of the many arcade games.
Twilight was reading a book, something about science that I didn't even bother to understand, while Bubbly was on her phone with a can of soda in front of her.
I was playing ping pong with Crimson, but at least the serve I had did not end, in fact, we were still going on this one serve. Bubbly kept hearing the sound of the ball and the paddle and looked on
"Pickle!" she shouted.
Everyone saw and began to crowd us, cheering us on and some were even starting to make bets.
I had become nervous when everyone crowded us, because when I play I don't think, but act on where the ball is and then hit it in a direction and strength I know will put it over the net, reposition myself quickly to the middle and prepared to react where and how hard Crimson would hit too, rinse and repeat. My classmates grew even louder, seeing the rare event of a long serve really excited them, who at most they would have seen one that lasted at most ten seconds max, this was already going on a few minutes. It was back in forth, none of us trying to make a spike that would end with a kill or an epic fail. I was planning to go for the kill and do a power hit, but it would have to wait until I had the perfect opportunity.
It turned out, in the third minute of our round, I had it. Crimson tripped on his own legs and was on one knee, the hand that had the paddle on the ground. The ball was at the perfect angle for me to spike it, which I did.
"I win!" I shouted as I went for the kill. The execution was perfect, the ball was going to clear the net and land on the table. My rush turned into sheer agony when I saw a hand come out from the crowd, and catch the ball. Everyone looked to see who ended the long rally.
It was Slate.
"Hello, class!" He said with a malicious grin.
" Hey! I was going to win!" I protested.
"Were you really?" he asked.
"Yes!"
"Oh, well whatever," he said as he put the ball in his breast pocket.
"So, just a few announcements while you are all here: first is no classes tomorrow," he announced.
We erupted in a cheer, which usually meant beach day.
"In exchange, however. We will be dusting off the old telescopes and we will be spending the night watching the meteor showers"
No one cheered, but we still liked the announcement. It seemed like it would be an interesting time.
"So, grab a partner, minus Blue Comet and Twilight Sparkle of course, and get a telescope!"
"Can I be your partner, Slate?" Bubbly asked.
"And you get your hands all over my ten k telescope? Hell no, get a partner!"
* * *
We made the walk to the cliffs. I had to carry the telescope while twilight carried the blanket we would use to sit on the grass. In front of me and behind me were other partners carrying their gear to the point, where there was enough room for everyone and far enough from the lights of the camp so there would be no light pollution. The only issue was the nighttime wind and the roaring sound of the waves crashing into the cliff. When we arrived at the cliff, the edges were roped off by a glow in the dark rope. There was a fire going at the base of the point, with the telescopes closer to the edge of the cliff. As soon as we found a spot, we went to work getting the telescope up. Since telescope set up have to debate, it was uneventful, and once we had it readyhavewe went back to the campfire to pick up some drinks and snacks.
"Okay class, point your telescopes to the southwestern sky!" Slate commanded.
If any of us didn't have it pointed, we moved it. The showers were slow at first, since the peak wasn't until late into the night. We saw one or two flashes in the sky, but nothing spectacular. We stood there silent for an hour, looking at the sky for any meteors that would be a split second in the air,
Hours went by, the show slowly began to pick up, you could hear a random excitement from one or two of the partners every minute or so when they saw a meteor streak for only less than a second.
"This is great… But boring too. Want to see if they still have smores at the fire?" I asked. Twilight shrugged, which usually meant she would of either way. We walked back to the campfire, which was not crowded since everyone else was entranced with the shower. You still could of seen it with the fire, but the fainter meteors would not of been visible.
We were used to each other by then to the point where we had no issue sharing a blanket, as long as we didn't have chocolate or marshmallow stains on it. We were warm against the night wind, and watching the stars
An hour later, the stars lit up, the sky was falling. It wasn't a steady stream but it was enough to see three or so every minute, which excited everyone.
"Twilight, are you seeing this?" I said as I turned to see my partner. She was asleep, head against my arm and deep in sleep.
I had a small chuckle as I looked at her, then I saw her lips. Yea, the urge of wanting to kiss them were there, but everyone was looking and I didn't want to be that guy. So I smiled and continued to look at the night sky.
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Those annoying "get to know you" activities at the beginning of each year
Classes started the next day, but it didn't stop the camp from doing the group orientation as soon as everyone checked in. In reality, the check-in was just a fancy way of coming up to the camp's secretary and letting her know you were there, which meant your name would be marked off from a clipboard with a list of every student in the camp.
It turned out we were the last to arrive at the senior (school year junior’s grade) group, so they threw all of us into the assembly area. It was an outdoor Amphitheater that was raised out of the ground, with the seats being sawn logs.
"Hello, Class!" The tall, muscular man said. He was distinguishable with the straw hat and a thick layer of sunscreen on the bridge of his nose.
"My name is Slate Mind. I am your lead counselor this year, and last year and the year before that. Anyway, my main job is to make sure you all are educated, safe, and healthy. So..."
"I'm so wet right now." Bubbly Rhyme whispered out loud.
"Eh?" I asked.
"She has wanted to fuck him ever since she hit puberty," Crimson said.
"I just want him to pull my camp shorts down, bend me over his desk and ram me for hours. I want his cum to drip onto my panties so I can walk around all day with it inside and walk all day with his seed."
"What?" I whispered in disgust and curiosity.
"Am I interrupting something?" Slate said as he raised his voice.
Everyone in our class turned to look at us three. Twilight gave us the death stare because Celestia forbid someone would interrupt something as important as the same speech they got every year.
"Bubbly, what were you telling Crimson and the new kid?" He commanded.
"I think I just creamed," she whispered as stood up.
"Mr Slate, I was telling the new kid how much I love science. Fuck yeah, science!" She screamed as she lifted both of her hands in the air. It gave everyone a giggle, even Slate Mind.
"Alright, alright, sit down Ms. Rhyme."
"Looks like senpai noticed you," I said with a chuckle
"So, before we get you into your cabins, I want to do an activity where you partner up and do an 'interview' to get to know at least one fellow camp mate,"
The entire class groaned, it sounded like they probably did the activity every year.
"I know, I know. It's part of the curriculum, so I have no say in it. Find a partner, and get a paper, pencil, and clipboard."
"Hey Bubbly," I asked, but she already was walking to the front with Crimson Luck.
Dammit
Within seconds, the pairings were decided, all except one
I groaned audibly.
"Miss Sparkle, looks like you finally have a partner for this activity. Cannot wait for the answers." Slate Mind said in glee. As I walked down to get the clipboards Slate Mind walked up to me with them prepared and ready to go.
Holy balls, he is tall.
"I know you know about Twilight: She is a good kid, but she is more of a 'lone wolf' type. I won't fault you if you can't get an answer out of her."
The walk to Twilight felt longer than it should have been, because of her piercing glare as I walked up to her.
"Hey again," I said, handing her a clipboard. She was reluctant to take it but did moments later, allowing me to sit next to her.
"So, shall we begin?" I asked. She didn't seem to all enthusiastic being around me.
"Okay."
I looked at the paper, and couldn't believe it.
This is some kiddie looking activity paper.
"Well, I do know your name..."
"Ask anyway. Don't go outside of the procedure."
"What?"
"There's a protocol. You have to do it by the protocol, or else you will ruin everything."
"Alright... Name?"
"Twilight Sparkle. Your’s?"
"Blue Comet."
We both scribbled each others answers and continued.
"I'm from Applewood, what about you?"
"Canterlot."
We continued to write.
"I am..." I started.
"Eighteen."
"Same."
She probably told me already, still a win in my book.
We continued to fill the activity out; each question gave me an insight to Twilight that otherwise I would have never known. Her parents worked for the government; she did not have a favorite subject, as she loved them all equally. Reading was her hobby, but we are talking about textbooks, manuals, PlayPony, anything that had interesting information and was nonfiction. Fridays were her favorite day of the week, because that was the dedicated mentoring day with the princess, instead of just after her classes.
"Where have you traveled to?" She asked. I was blank for a few seconds because I was the one asking the whole time.
"Um, I went to saddle Arabia once when I was a kid."
"That's funny, I've been there five times. Been to the Isle of Zebra once, all over Equestria, Griffon Kingdom... Every empire, republic, nation on this planet."
Okay, Little Miss Showoff.
"Favorite place?"
"Canterlot Castle. I live there after all."
Is she trying to show off? Holy hell she is worse than everyone says.
"Well, Twilight. Since you have been everywhere, you can answer the next one. Best location in Equestria."
She simply lifted her hands and pointed to the valley behind us.
"Horseshoe Valley. I always loved it here. "
"Really."
"Cool, shady forests. Deep flowing streams. That abandoned island that always have something to hide. What's not to love?"
"Huh."
I quickly moved on to the next question.
"Okay, last one... I study English because..."
We both gave awkward looks to each other. It was an obvious answer, but I wanted to keep the sass at a minimum: Twilight had plenty to spare.
"We have to?" she asked.
"Yea, let's go with that."
I returned to Rhyme and Luck after the activity, as everyone else went to the front of the stage to pick their bags up to get comfortable to the cabins they were going to spend the next few months of their lives in.
"So, how was Twilight Sparkle?" Rhyme asked.
"She was alright, I guess."
"Did she brag about her life?" Crimson asked
"How?"
They both looked at each other and smiled. "Oh Twilight, never change."
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