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Fluttershy 1
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The Pink Circle

Fluttershy 1

Author's Note

What to say about this one... My editor had trouble reviewing it for errors and inconsistencies since the subject matter left him extremely cold and he said Klein was a detestable character. Which I guess means I accomplished what I wanted to do! Adultery, anti-feminism and misogyny are all very wrong and only done by bad people, and I didn't want to act like Klein was some hero saving her from her boyfriend. This is a pretty bad ending for Fluttershy for sure~

Fluttershy 1

Klein was grateful today's lectures had let out early... Most of it was still just a blur in his head. He hadn't been paying too much attention to the lady up at the front of the lecture hall, except for whenever she bent over a little bit and let her heavy melons bounce around. Then he'd be most the attentive student in class.

It was a beautiful day outside, so he immediately set to looking around for what this weather usually brought out: plenty of cute, curvy campus bitches. He couldn’t get enough of their low-cut tops stretched over their soft, fat breasts. Not to mention their shorty-shorts squeezing the cute little mounds between their thighs.

Klein was the kind of brutish jock who could have almost any of them bent over and moaning with a snap of his fingers, and he often did. Sure, there might be the occasional tricky one here or there, but at the end of the day all of those cuties were just bitches cruising for cock, regardless of what they said otherwise. And some of them said a LOT otherwise.

He was already wondering who today's lucky gal would be, but he never would have guessed she'd be coming to him for a change. Fluttershy didn't know it yet, but soon she’d be as full of Klein's sperm as every other vapid, needy whore on the campus.
As he stepped out onto the campus courtyard, he began hunting for one of the cuter big-boobied babes in the herd. Klein firmly meant to end today the way he did most others: chatting a gal up for somewhere between five minutes to half an hour, before taking her back to his room and savagely pounding a woman's number one reason for living into her pussy over and over, all the while letting her profusely thank him for even glancing her way.

Firmly occupied by these sorts of thoughts, he began heading towards the carpark at a leisurely pace. Klein's beautiful ride was his pride and joy, just perfect for cruising and picking up chicks. Just as he was bending down to unlock the door, he froze on the spot. Standing in front of him was a very sweet young thing who must have followed him all the way from the campus grounds. The two of them were now alone in the dusty, deserted lot.

Now who was this cutie? She was standing about a car's space away from him, and once he was done unlocking the car, he turned to face her, resting an arm on the hood. He wasn't just a brutish jock, he was nice and tall too, and had a whole head of height on the girl to intimidate her with.

"Well, hey there, baby... Lose something?"

The girl huffed a soft response under her breath, so faint she might as well hadn’t even bothered! She fidgeted hesitantly with her book bag, and glanced away quickly, hiding her gaze behind long, flowing locks of soft, pinkish hair. She wasn't like most of the co-eds that caught his eye; while they dressed themselves up, this one was thoroughly dressed down. Not that it mattered. Her long, loose sweater did a poor job of concealing her oversized bust and the modest, boring skirt that reached past her knees did the same to her ass, completely failing to hide the obviously generous curves tucked away underneath. On this bright, sunny day, she'd dressed like she was expecting much colder weather.

But even under all that, her figure was unmistakable: broad hips, thick thighs, and breasts that would have looked more at home on a pornstar than a meek little freshman.

She paused and glanced once around the empty carpark. With him still watching, she turned her head upwards to admire the birds chirping overhead and might have done so for some time if he hadn't coughed politely in her direction! She finally seemed to remember what she was doing here and took a fidgeting step closer.

"It's just, um..." The cutie was struggling to find the words as she pulled a familiar sheet of colored paper out of her book bag, "I'd like to talk to you about this flyer, if you have the time. This is yours, right? You put this up." She glanced back at it, as if checking it once more, before holding it out to him.

Klein recognized his flyer immediately. He was real happy with how the ad had come out. One of his buddies was a good artist and had put it together to look real nice: the picture showed a big, all-American car with plenty of grunt behind and these two wicked-hot bitches just leaning over it. The first one was kind of off to the left, wearing nothing but a skirt, fully bent over the vehicle, long supermodel-like legs stretching out below her and ending in a big pair of fuck-me knee-high boots. Her skirt was fluttering up in the wind, baring her tiny black panties and most of her fat, juicyass. She was topless, but the angle ensured that while the swell of her tits could be plainly seen as she soaped the car down, her nipples were mercifully out of sight. The other girl was pressing her hip into the car. She was wearing skintight lycra pants, but was also going topless, resting her juicy melons on the hood of the car so her nipples were out of sight, too. She was soaping it up real good, all the while smoking a big, fat cigar.

That was the best part, Klein thought with a grin: her full lips were pursed nicely around that fat, thick stogie, her top row of teeth gently biting in. The euphemism was thick as hell, there's no way anyone could look at it and not think of what it really represented: this girl loves to suck cock. Maybe come along to our car wash and you'll get some action like that, too. Sex appeal sells, right? Damn, but his friend had done a number on it! Compared to the wide-eyed, innocent girl standing in front of him, it was like those drawings were from a different world altogether!

"Yeah, it's not bad, right? We're kinda tight for spots what with all the girls helping out, but, mmmm... We miiight have room for one more, maybe."

"Oh!" the freshman nearly yelped, looking like she'd been bitten. "Oh, no no no!" With a faint blush at the misunderstanding, she shouldered her book bag and came nearer.

"Actually, I wanted to talk to you about it because I think it's... um, kind of out of line, really." She fidgeted a little, not quite tripping over her own words but clearly expecting them to go through without resistance. "See, I'm part of Pink Circle, the newly formed Feminist Club on campus? We look out for this kind of thing," she tapped her finger on the flyer a few times. She didn't seem particularly upset, and definitely not pissed off. It came across more like she was a concerned friend.

"Anyway," she continued, brushing the hair out of her soft face, her lips so plump as to put the girl on the flyer to shame, "I just think... I mean, this flyer, it's a little bit sexist. Well, actually, the whole event is, if you think about it. That's why on behalf of the club, we'd like to ask you to cancel it. Or, if that's too much trouble, at least change the whole focus.

"But um, canceling is what they asked for. It's exploitation!" she concluded, in a tone that suggested it was a prepared speech. When she was done, she glanced up from the flyer at last and looked at Klein with a hopeful smile.

"Oh... Oh dear..." he said, an insincere look of shock slowly spreading across his face. "My goodness! You're completely right, young lady... We've made a terrible mistake!"

He closed the door to his car, locking it, and began to walk her way, plenty of swagger in his step. Jesus fucking Christ, the titties on this bitch were so big it was a wonder she wasn't grazing in a field somewhere. He'd have to keep her around for the next time he got thirsty: he could squeeze one of those damn things and probably squirt enough milk to fill an entire keg. Klein stared at 'em for a good long while, but they were far from the only asset on display: her hips, her ass, her fat, juicy lips, it was all so damn perfect. He began to cross the space between them, taking little steps until he was within arm's reach of that chest. "You're right, it's completely sexist... We were actually looking for a model to help us out!"

In a very serious, understanding, comradely fashion, he threw an arm around her shoulder. He smiled at her with boyish charm as he continued speaking. "You see our artist is kind of a perv... This is just the sort of stuff he likes to draw, you know? So having a new-age, in-touch feminist like yourself providing her services for the next car wash's flyer would be fantastic. You could make sure these slippery, soapsud-drenched bitches get portrayed in, mm, the best light possible. What's your name, cutie? I'm Klein."

"I'm, um, Fluttershy," the top-heavy co-ed managed to stammer out with an innocent smile. She was practically beaming, not surprised but very pleased that her words had made such an impact. "I'm really glad to hear you say all that. I was worried you wouldn't see it that way. I mean, of course, we're not just trying to give you a hard time, but something as archaic as a bikini car wash... It's just that, well, you see the problem, I'm sure. Exploiting young, impressionable women like this to show off their bodies in some lewd display." She seemed to gloss over the word "bitches", though whether it was because she just missed it or intentionally gave it a pass was anyone's guess."So, you agree it's going to be changed?" she asked eagerly.

"Well, maybe you misread the flyer, but it's not a bikini car wash. It's a topless car wash. See? The girls in the picture are topless?"He tapped a finger against her temple playfully, "Hello, anyone in there? No, of course not. Heheh." Somehow, against all odds, the gesture came off as cute and boyish, instead of the blatant misogyny it really was. Some boys just had that knack, and Klein was one of them."We did a bikini car wash last year and we got a decent turn out, but we could've done a lot better... And it's not like the girls don't owe it to us, either. A lot of them are frat boy's girlfriends or the bitches we invite to our parties, so if they wanna keep coming in, they ought to be prepared to do simple stuff like this for us every once in a while. Not like getting their tits out costs 'em anything, right? I bet you know allllllll about that, lugging around a pair like that. Holy fuck."

He grinned when she laughed nervously. He was still leaning over her, still had an arm wrapped around her. He casually kinda lifted his fingers up from her hip and copped a quick feel on one of her breasts. They were too damn heavy not to. "Maybe we should donate some of the money to the 'Repair Fluttershy's Bras After She Breaks 'Em' fund."

"Well, they do break pretty..." she began.

"And I really appreciate your, mm, input, but the car wash is only a few days from now and lots of people have already said they're coming... You understand, right? Imagine if you went to get your boyfriend a beer and there weren't any in the fridge. Crazy, right? But I can already see we're gonna have a waaaay better image the next time round with you on board as our model."

She suddenly jumped again, brain finally catching up. "Wait, I never said I was going to be a model for this!" She seemed to ignore the touch altogether, either too distracted with one topic to focus on another, or just so used to the feeling of those heavy jugs swaying around and bumping into things that she'd learned to ignore sensations like that.

The pink-haired co-ed certainly didn't seem too pleased with the idea, but instead of rolling her eyes and walking away, or giving the punk a deserving slap in the face, Fluttershy went back the topic by taking an almost pleading tone, as if she were trying to convince an angry friend they were making the wrong choice. "You don't understand, a topless car wash would be even WORSE!" she cried, somehow convincing herself that he truly didn't understand. "First of all, it's against the county's decency laws! So there's a problem right there, right off the bat. But more importantly, surely you must see how you're treating these girls is wrong! A sexist, exploitative event like this, well, it's painting everyone involved in a very bad light!"

She held up the flyer, pointing to it as she explained, oblivious to where Klein's attention truly lay. "These girls are students, and young ones at that, and the way this flyer and event show them off, it's drawing attention solely to their bodies, treating them like things instead of people! It's an over-sexualized display of flesh, and it demeans the women involved. It doesn't take cash out of their pockets, but it costs them their dignity, their self-respect and self-worth! You can see how harmful something like that is, right? Wouldn't it be much nicer if it was just a friendly, regular car wash? I mean, the cars would still be just as clean, wouldn't they?" she asked, smiling naively.

He tutted under his breath, raising the hand that wasn't groping her titties and hips to fan her face teasingly, like she was overheating. She was teaching Klein about an all-new fetish he'd never known he had until today: bubble-headed bimbos butting in on his business and acting like they had any say in what went on at all. Under other circumstances it might've grated on his nerves, but holy God this bitch was fucking adorable... She was lecturing him like he was some kid she'd caught with his hand in the cookie jar, not the guy who was going to leash and collar her like the bitch she was in the days to come.

It was just fucking unreal, more gals should be as dopey and well-meaning as this one was. "Hey, hey, calm down, kiddo... You're gonna blow a fuse or something, I can't stand seeing a little cutie all frantic about stuff she doesn't understand. Just relax, calm down, take a nice, deep breath...”

If there was one thing Fluttershy had been put on this world to do, it was obey commands from men, and this was certainly no exception. She did just as she was instructed, her pursed lips slowly parting to let in enough air to make the fat of her sweater puppies rise up on her front, then begin the slow, jiggling process of settling down again. Listening closely, he just barely make out the faintest little "clap" as her breast-flesh came softly together. But that was hardly unusual for her: just about every breath Fluttershy took managed to make that buxom upper body go "slap slap."

“There. Feeling all better now?”

She smiled at him. She did!

"Now, come on... Don't you think we men are up to the task of running just one little topless car wash? I get that you're in a big tizzy-hizzy, all worked up about the reputations of these loose bitches, but don't you worry your pretty little head about it... It's not like they'd give up going to our parties over a tiny little thing like self-respect. Everyone already knows they're a bunch of cock-addicted whores, you could go and check out our frat's website if you needed any confirmation of that... Really, they're lucky we even agreed to let them be in the car wash."

When Klein paused for a moment, a gasping Fluttershy opened her mouth to speak. But even as those gentle lips opened wide, he immediately cut her off again and continued talking! "Is an 'over-sexualized display of flesh' really so bad, if it means they make men happy? You need to learn a simple truth, Fluttershy... keeping us men happy is the only thing these girls wanna do. I could walk into any club room on this campus right now, even this... 'Pink Circle' you're in, drag my balls over the face of any bitch I want, and she'd better smile up at me and give me a big, cheerful 'thank you,' or she's gonna get slapped or worse. Understand, cutie~? There's more important things in male-female relationships than who's getting 'demeaned' or 'exploited.'"

The busty young co-ed blushed brightly, unable to believe what she was hearing! Her face turned a cute pink hue to match her hair as she put a hand to her mouth in embarrassed surprise. "Oh, no no no," she quickly returned, showing not the slightest hint of anger, only misplaced compassion and a clumsy desire to explain things.Her mindset had become clear quite quickly: she was obviously under the impression that her view was so objectively true that the only reason Klein - or anyone else, for that matter - would ever disagree was because she simply hadn't explained it well enough. "You have to understand, what you're saying, it comes off as sexist and uninformed. You see, not everyone feels that way. Myself, and the girls at my club, for instance, we'd never want that! And when you talk about women in that way, like they're only there for you, that's offensive. It comes off like you're saying that women are only good for looking at and using for your own needs, see?" She smiled as she finished talking, wagging the flyer in one hand as a helpful visual aid.

"I don't think you really mean those things, right? You just get carried away, that's all. It's okay. I'm not trying to judge you. But some people would be very offended by the things you're saying, and when you make events like that, for girls to show off their breasts just for male enjoyment, well, that's not very nice. It doesn't have anything to do with washing cars, first of all, and it doesn't paint a respectable picture of you either!" she explained, smiling in a careful, helpful way.Hoping to make it a little more clear to him, she offered a semi-rhetorical question with an answer that, to her, was plainly obvious, even as she waved dismissively at the cocky kid's ride.. "I mean, you wouldn't just ask me to pull out my breasts and rub them all over your car, would you?"

This was it. Klein had just found the perfect cure for male impotence. He'd only been talking to this girl for five minutes or so, and his cock already felt like it was gonna tear a hole in his jeans and violently force its way inside her pussy. He just wanted to mount this addle-headed bimbo, really squat down over her and swing his hips in and out until there wasn't a single drop of sperm left in his balls and her pussy was a gluggy, overflowing mess of semen.

This didn't even feel like a debate with a feminist: it felt way more like his kid sister was playing a role, trying to copy a speech she'd heard on TV or something. She delivered every line of meaningless drivel with so much concern and conviction that it just ended up being adorable rather than annoying. He'd never met such a naive person, such a bubble-headed little toy for boys, in his whole life.

"You're amazing..." he said breathlessly, smiling down at her as he rested a hand on either one of her slender shoulders. "The way you talk is just so wonderful, I could, heh, I could listen to you for hours. Everyone in my frat could. Would you be available to give a speech to my whole frat house about women's rights sometime? I, and everyone else, really need to learn what women are really good for! And the girls, too! See, that's kind of where the problem stems from, you know?"

He grinned wolfishly, preparing for a whole new method of messing with this busty cutie. "See, these girls we've got doing the topless car wash, they want it that way- inside every woman, even ones with half the rack-flesh you've got, there's a little slut wanting to get out." She gasped at that, cradling her enormous breasts to her body semi-protectively, though it was only a moment before she let them flop back down to their natural ridiculous size."They're filthy gals who want to drink beer and suck cock and have unprotected sex- and party like crazy, of course! We, mm, we tried to tell them just a bikini car wash was enough, but those immoral whores, well... they wanted it this way. Actually, I always thought that was just how it was meant to be... I say to these girls, 'Hey, get your fat, juicy tits out and lay them on the hood of my car!' and they just go, 'Yes please, sir, right away sir!' They're pigs, Fluttershy."

He put on a mock look of concern, like he was the real victim here. "All women are like that, they're all just bitches waiting for the first opportunity to peel their shirts off and wave their fat titties in men's faces, anything at all for even the slightest bit of validation from us and our big, hulking cocks. They just wanna get in our pants. You're the first one I've met who told me this was wrong, you know~I'm not just gonna ask you to get your juicy, heavy tits out and rub them all over my car, I'm going to implore you to do it as a feminist!"

He walked around behind her and gave her a gentle shove on the shoulders towards the vehicle. "The top-heavy teen stumbled to the car, pushed suddenly, and landed chest-first on it, her heavy bust smushing against the hood through that loose but adorable sweater she's wearing, giving all the more an impression of their true weight and heft. Fluttershy found herself bent over the hood of the car, the flyer dropping to the floor. "Right now!" cried Klein, false enthusiasm twining with the genuine article as he smiled at the innocent cutie he was snaring in his trap. "We're going to start working on a new poster right now, so I can see exactly how a feminist, a woman who isn't just led around by the hot, drooling gash between her thighs, thinks our car wash should be portrayed... You need a hand up or anything?" Fluttershy's hands clapped down on the hood and she glanced back at him for a moment before, amazingly, she began to slowly climb up onto it.

"You... well, I mean, it's nice that, um, that you're coming around," she stammered. "I'm glad I've given you something to think about!" Her naive smile said it all; she really thought she was having an effect on him, and seemed just pleased as punch believing that she was the force in Klein's life that had finally prompted him to re-evaluate the way he treated and even thought about women. Spurred on by his hamfisted admission (no matter how obviously facetious it would have been to someone less innocent than Fluttershy), she seemed to easily reconcile the utter contradiction of being encouraged to show herself off for feminism, and climbed clumsily onto the hood of the car, her massive, barely-restrained bust swaying heavily with the motion. She struck a halfhearted pose and shot him a sweet, naive smile. "See, if they looked more like this," she explained, helpful as ever, "I bet you'd get even more people coming, and no one would complain!"

"Ahhh, yeah, that looks way better already than some drawing`" Klein said. He seemed kinda distracted to Fluttershy, but it was because he was mostly thinking about how he wished he had his video camera here right now to film every second of this act. Instead, he took out his camera phone out and snapped a few pics of her, clicking them from a few different angles around the car.

"Damn, you look good... Hey, I meant to ask, are those all-natural? I don't have a problem with fake ones, but I've never seen natural ones those fucking big... What do you even eat?"

"O-oh," she murmured quietly, another strong blush rising to her face. She seemed a little taken aback, but at the same time it was clear that she wasn't hearing that question for the first time. "Y-yes," the timid co-ed murmured, shuffling a little atop Klein's car in a rather bouncy way.

He rested a knee on the front of the car and leaned in just as she started to talk. "Hey, lift your sweater a li'l bit. Show some skin, okay? A little risqué is okay, right?"

"They're natural, of course, I would never get implants. I'm happy with how they are," Fluttershy trailed off, looking down at her own sizeable bust as she spoke. Her mind was still caught on answering his first question and she barely registered the instruction to show some skin. She was so distracted by her current train of thought that she only seemed to register the request subconsciously, and her hands, as though with a mind of their own, moved down to the hem of her sweater and pulled it up just a tiny bit, revealing a tiny patch of pale skin on her soft, smooth belly.

That caught his attention and his libido! All he had to do was keep this cutie talking about something else and she'd do whatever he wanted. "How long have you been a feminist?" he asked, snapping a picture of her tummy as he did. In the meantime, Klein thought, the requests for her body could get more insistent, more demanding. And, of course, any and all answers she gave would fall on deaf ears if they weren't about her titties.

"Well," she started politely, a naive, unburdened smile on her face, "I guess the thing to understand first is the way Pink Circle handles modern sexist dialogue. You see, whenever a young woman is objectified..." she continued, the response so rigid it seemed memorized, yet so bland no one could have written it down for her.

"Lift it some more," he said in a quiet but authoritative voice. Fluttershy just kept talking while her body seemed to work almost on autopilot, subconsciously obedient to his speech. She lifted her loose, bulky sweater up a bit more, baring more of her stomach and giving Klein the pleasure of suddenly realizing she doesn't have a shirt on under there.

"How do you feel women should be treated? And, hey, flash your panties too."

She finally snapped out of her monologue enough to politely refuse, even wagging a finger in reprimand, the way one might scold a child for acting out. But for him, that was just the beginning of the haggling as he figured out the best ways to push her buttons. Soon, "Flash your panties," was delicately reworded by the male as "Hey, can you pull the edge of your skirt back just a little?" The immediate thought of her exposure was taken out of the equation, and, sure enough, those dainty young hands were soon pulling her long skirt up a little at a time, until the curve of her round ass was just barely visible.

The big one was obviously "Get topless." He needed to see those melons pretty badly now, and he thought carefully about how to broach the subject with the well-curved but innocent Fluttershy. Surely there was no way she'd ever think to agree to something like that outright, and asking would give away the game. He had to be really delicate about exactly how it came out.

First he asked her that question she couldn’t help but want to answer, “What’s your ideal man? And hey, hop down off the car a second. There’s a good girl. Just put your hands on the hood.” Fluttershy’s dopey, foolish eyes seemed to light up at the question, a childish little smile coming to her face as she swung her broad hips this way and that. She giggled shyly and batted a hand at him playfully, “Oh come on, there’s no way I can answer something like thaaaaa~aaat~!” she teased.

Even as she playfully dodged the question, Fluttershy was obeying Klein’s instructions without even realizing it. Soon, his large hands had free reign on her body. He helped her down off the car and had her stand in front of it, legs and thighs splayed apart, hands resting on the hood.

“Come onnn, tell me~” he pleaded, even as he unclipped her skirt, letting it slide off those wide, generous hips and just leaving her in panties and sweater. Fluttershy didn’t protest, blushing as a cool breeze rushed over her soft, round behind, each of those cheeks firm and perky. He gripped her hips and leaned into her, like he was going to hotdog her butt, but it was just to nudge her forwards a bit closer to the car. “”W-Well, I've never met anyone nicer than my current boyfriend! He's like a dream come true, and an animal lover, just like me! I have six rabbits, three ferrets, four dogs, two cats… Some birds, a snake… Ooh, they’re all so cute, I should show you the photos… Ahh, lift this arm…? Okay… ”

What happened next was frankly incredible. While the girl was gushing on and on about what she really dreamed of when she thought of her perfect man, he worked her sweater up over her head the whole time she was talking, until it slipped clean off, encouraging her to laze on the sun-warmed car, pressing her soft, plump breasts against it. ”He's a good listener, and respects me for who I am… Whenever I have an emotional problem, or doubts about my pl-place in the universe, I often like to take three or four hours to talk it out with him... I'm even getting him to think about attending my tantra classes and yoga…”
He unclipped her bra in the back and let it fall open, just letting all that perfect, soft breast smoosh out onto the dash of the car. Then he took more photos than he'd know what to do with. "And he can't driiiiink or smooooke and he wouldn't eat meat... And of course I'd be saving myself for, mm, marriage, so... Ooh, it's cold without that on... So we wouldn't be able to have sex... Oh and I'm planning on travelling the world, so of course I couldn't date a career-orientated guy..."

He just looked at the beautiful girl before him, stripped down to just panties, resting her palms and tits on the dash of my car, smiling warmly back at him as she was totally lost in thought. "He sounds amazing," He said with a smile. "Really great guy for sure."

Fluttershy smiled back over her shoulder, the airheaded, top-heavy co-ed resting her incredible bust flat on the hood of the car. Her nipples were thankfully hidden out of view, but those heavy, massive tits mashed against the cold frame were almost as bad! She stayed like that, leaning way over, her long legs, thick thighs, and round ass fully exposed with only those meager panties to protect her, nodding as she concluded her fanciful story.

It was only once things quieted down she finally started to notice what had even happened, and found her position and attire not exactly fitting the respectable model behavior she had suggested at the start. If anything, she felt a bit like one of the girls on the flyer, and felt incredibly silly for it. And when she glanced at the camera, ready for another shot, well that blush of hers only rose all the stronger, and she pressed her frame to the car even closer, trying to hide away against it. Only Klein's reassuring smile and her understanding of his compassionate approach kept her at ease, though being so keenly aware of how open the car park was didn't do much to keep her from sweating. "Um, I, uh, I think maybe that's enough for now, don't you?"

"Mmm? You sure, honey?" He took one last close-up shot of her crotch, then strolled over and laid a fingertip right in the centre of her back, pinning the pink-haired gal down to the warm hood of his car. He rolled it in circles as he calmly and straight-forwardly spoke to her, making her extremely aware of that finger's presence on her body.

"I said a minute ago that girls were lining up to be in this topless car wash. Remember that? And you said, oh, what was it...? They were being exploited, right? But, mm, here you are... You're almost naked, Fluttershy!" His finger trailed down to gently tap her panties, before moving back up to the small of her back. "Didn't you kinda just fall out of your clothes just now, like you just forgot you were wearing them? Heh, and you're in that feminist club and everything... Well, there's two Pink Circles I'd really like to see right now, you know..."

"Hey, I've got a good idea. What I'm seeing here right now is a woman who went back on her word. You told me, mm, that it's wrong for women to just show off their breasts for male enjoyment, and that you wouldn't get your tits out and rub 'em all over my car, but that's what happened... Didn’t you kind of end up looking a bit piggish after all this?”

He leaned over her, grinning as he whispered into her ear, "A little piggy, itching for validation. Wanting even a second of male attention and willing to spread your legs for it. How about it, Fluttershy? Seems like right now you're no different from the girls who want to get into men's pants and get filled up with cock?" He waved the camera beside her head, then moved back and lifted it to his eye.

"It would be a real shame if these photos ended up being shown to your fellow ladies in the Pink Circle, right? They don't want to see one of their own members debasing herself for male attention, so I'll tell you what... Roll over, lie face-up, and lemme take one more picture. Then you can get outta here, okay? And I'll even forget you ever tried to trick me into getting this erection with your all-natural breasts and your pervy posing on my car. Deal?"

The already-embarrassed Fluttershy nearly turned crimson at the observations. As Klein mercilessly teased her for her predicament and her thoughtless actions, she had become acutely aware of her situation. As she fully realized her state of undress, what the camera had seen and the permanent consequences of its images, the feeling of the cold metal of the car against her bare chest and the semi-public setting, she could only shrink away more and more at his touch.

Fluttershy looked around in a half-panic for her sweater, not even noticing where it had dropped once removed. Unable to spot it, she instead scanned the carpark for any possible passersby. She couldn't be seen like this by anyone, especially her own club! But obviously, she didn't want Klein to see her either. Still... When he put it that way, with such a childish, yet naughty euphemism, maybe it wasn't so bad? He just wanted to see her "two pink circles"... And he made it sound so playful!

Though she stammered for a while, at a volume so quiet no words could even be discerned, her murmured pleas found little effect. Soon, she slowly and reluctantly rolled onto her back, hands clamped shyly and defensively over those two huge teats. Her soft, rosy areolae peeked out from behind her fingers. She did another quick, nervous glance around. "I... I guess that's okay," she nearly whimpered, "if you promise no one else is going to see..."

"I absolutely swear nobody will see," he said, smiling. "Now move your hand and give me a biiiig smile." The camera was raised up, his hand hovering just a short distance in front of her. She had to trust him, it was the only course of action available to her. She just had to put her trust in Klein's decency and his respect for her, as an independent, young feminist. When she hesitated, he leaned closer. "Hurry the fuck up, bitch. I want to see some titty."

That comment alone should have revealed his true nature and motives. It should have sent her running for her sweater and out away from the carpark, taking whatever shame might have come from it for some relative safety. But of course, she was too weak-willed for that. She couldn't put her foot down now, when it really counted. Too meek to say no and too gullible to realize what a bad idea it was, even in front of the lens of a waiting camera, Fluttershy found herself lying on her back, reclining on the hood of the car in just her panties, as her hands parted slowly, fingers fanning apart to reveal more and more of her soft, rosy areolae. At last she pulled them away and exposed her smooth, plump nipples completely... and in a place like this, no less. A powerful blush covered her face. "I-If you promise..." was all she managed to murmur, in her typical weak tone.

He didn't start taking pictures until her hands were fully planted on the car's hood and her legs were kicked out all the way down, feet hanging off the edge. Her smile, even if it was forced, was dazzling, and he actually found himself wanting to do something he'd never considered with another girl: taking pictures of her face.

It was hard to believe one of the most beautiful girls in the whole school was wasting her time on this feminism bullshit. Well, don't worry Fluttershy, he thought to himself as he finally took the last photo. I'll save you. I'll save you from this boring life you've chosen from yourself, and put that body to much better use. Oh yes~ "Mm, okay. You can go now. See you round, hey?"

The hesitant, stammering girl finally sat up, given the cue. He took her soft hand and gently helped the beauty down off of the hook of his car, drooling at the way her massive titties flopped for him. He continued without missing a beat: "Don't be a stranger... And if you change your mind, come by the carwash tomorrow and bring some jean shorts, we'll find you a spot."

She collected her clothing in a sort of daze, looking surprised, like she almost didn't expect to be let go. But it proved to her, of course, that Klein was a man of his word. Still, he had clearly gotten the wrong impression about her. He must think she's some kind of a total ditz, to mess up like that. Well, she'd just have to prove him wrong, she thought to herself, as she walked out of the carpark with her clothes in-hand, chest still bared.

"Fluttershy~ So good to see you!" a voice called out from behind her. She was crossing the university's courtyard with a stack of books sandwiching her huge breasts to her chest, hurrying to her next class.

The beautiful pinkette froze on the spot: ever since she'd been lured into that perverted photoshoot by the male, spread across his car, legs apart, obscene poses, the whole lot, she'd had more unsolicited attention from boys than she could possibly handle! Crude insults, hurled abuse and demands to see her tits seemed to follow the mega-chested little cutie everywhere she went nowadays... She'd planned to get Klein somewhere quiet and really give him a talking to, but the opportunity had never presented itself!

But now, here he was, the boy who'd made her reputation around the school take a nosedive: the tall, good-looking youth with the camera around his neck... Would she be able to find the words to tell him what a naughty man he was?

Wearing the heavy yellow sweater so typical of her appearance it might as well be her trademark, the top-heavy young activist spans on her heels, almost dropping her books as her hands shot up in reflexive surprise. She recovered quickly and brushed her long, flowing pink hair out of her face. "Oh," she murmured softly, tone as delicate as ever, "It's you."

She may not sound quite so thrilled to see him, but in a way, she was happy. She had stressed out over this for so long, and to see him now, smiling and pleasant, she was more convinced than ever that it was all just a big misunderstanding, and they could still see eye to eye with a little work. Sure, things got a little out of hand last time, but it wasn't TOO bad, right? She managed a frail little wave, the soft, vulnerable smile on her face completely genuine.

Only a girl completely pure of heart could still believe a man might have good intentions for her after what he'd put her through... It made the pig of a man feel lucky to be alive, knowing that there were always going to be girls like this to forgive him for his sins. It was enough to make that lewd trouser-snake he had tucked away in his jeans give a little throb of delight.

"It is me~ And it's good to see you again, that calendar we put together with your photos was a total hit!" As he spoke, she moved her mouth, but she couldn't get a single sound out.

"Um, actually," she began in almost a whisper, "That's what I wanted to talk to you about. Um, if you've got a few minutes, I mean."

"Oh, sure thing! And hey, I bet the feminist's club will be delighted to know all the college boys are locked up in their rooms, fisting their meats looking at your teats instead of out causing mayhem with the female student body, right?" With every sentence Klein spoke her face had turned redder and redder, and when he paused for her answer, she was tapping her forefingers together uncomfortably and murmuring something so softly he could barely hear it. She hunched forward slightly, as if trying to physically shrink from the situation, then glanced up and steeled herself. She's practiced for this! She's got her words planned out. She had to be concise, clear, and direct.

"Oh, but, um, yes, it is good that no one is doing anything violent to other people." she finished with a hesitant smile.

He gave her a nice, firm clap on the back. "Nice work! Couldn't have done it without those sweater puppies of yours, babe!"

She bit her lip, glancing back and expecting to see passersby staring, but the grassy, spacious quad was mostly empty this time of day. "I don't think you should have passed those pictures around, let alone put them on a calendar. So um, maybe, uh, I know you can't take it back, or anything, but you really embarrassed me, and I wasn't entirely comfortable with some of the actions and implications of what happened."

"Mmm? You're not upset, are you? It's just a bit of harmless fun, and you've got suuuuuch a great body. You can't tell me those curvaceous hips; those heavy breasts shouldn't be shown off!"

He gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze, getting more uncomfortable grabby by the second. It was just like last time, he started off with light slaps on the back, gentle squeezes, then the next thing she knew she'd be on her back with his hands massaging her tits! "Come on, so you get catcalled every once in a while... But you're still with your boyfriend, right, it's not like he dumped you for being a massive slut... Uh, heh, I mean "appearing to be a massive slut!" Little slip of the tongue."

He hoisted the camera around his neck. "But if you're really upset, tell you what... I'll make you a deal, alright? We'll shoot another calendar, but this time we'll show the REAL Fluttershy. We won't present you as some two-bit floozy, I want to portray your real inner beauty."

He paused and slipped an arm around her shoulder, raising his other arm in a "Picture this!" sort of pose. "It's going to be a nature calendar, just you and some fuzzy, cuddly animals out in the woods. Now I know you can't say no to that, right?"

Fluttershy's eyes lit up, her shoulders raised with eager energy. Instantly, her expression went to some adorable blend of surprise and glee. "Ooh! I love animals!" she squeaked, fidgeting with excitement.

"You really mean it? You'll show people how I really am? You'd do that for me?" She was so naive, if Klein had a heart, he'd probably feel guilty about this.

The ridiculously busty co-ed leapt forward, grabbing him into a great big hug, letting him get comfortably smushed against those huge pillows of soft flesh, even if it is through her thick sweater. "Oh, thank you, thank you! That means so much to me! I knew you'd understand! I knew we could still be friends!" Looks like everything worked out just the way she wanted!

He looped an arm around her in return, smiling ear to ear as it hovered over her juicy, fat ass. The temptation to sink his fingers into that rear, even paw at it like an ape, was totally there, but he forced it down. There'd be time for all that later. "Mm, I knew you'd like it. Are you free later today? I could drive you out to the woods after classes, if you like."

Of course, he wasn't going to class so much as playing hooky to get his cock sucked, but she hardly needed to know that, did she?

Later that day, the two of them were sitting comfortably in his car, zipping down the highway. Seeing the vehicle stirred some memories on poor Floots, but at least this time she was on the inside instead of stretched out across the hood! Making smalltalk with women wasn't one of his strong points, but he could ask questions and pretend to listen easily enough. "So how's your sex life, anyway? You made it to third base with that boyfriend of yours yet?"

Though her cheeks lit up with a rosy blush, Fluttershy couldn't help but smile. Her good mood was palpable, and despite the embarrassing question, she was so eager for the photoshoot she didn't let it get to her. "Oh, um, no," she stammered, shyly, again wringing her hands together. "We've barely even kissed. We're taking it slow. He's like me that way." She smiled at Klein, somehow automatically performing the mental gymnastics to turn his lewd question, in her mind, into something genuine and interested. She was practically doing the work for him at this point.

Fluttershy giggled, leaning closer to Klein with a bright smile. "Are there going to be actual animals? Oh, what am I saying, of course there probably won't."

"But you could edit them in afterwards, on your computer or something, couldn't you? Like a dozen bouncing baby bunnies all playing in a field! Oh, it would be so cute!" Klein tried to listen. It was hard to focus on what she was saying with those melon tits heaving beside him.

It looked like Fluttershy's excited rambling was finally coming to a close. "But even without animals, just getting back to nature like this, seeing the wide world, it's really exciting. I think this is going to be so much better than last time, don't you?"

"Oh, I'm sure there'll be all sorts of animals crowding to see your all-natural beauty..." he said, glancing sideways at those ridiculous melon tits. Even if they didn't find any bunnies, there was already one big, horny beast in the car with her! His tongue unconsciously slid along his lips as he imagined nursing from them. What sort of limp dick would have free access to that chest and not just dive right in? It kinda made him mad!

"Of course it will be better! You'll have a great time, I promise." Klein got out of the car, stretched, and then began leading Fluttershy into the woods.

At least he'd picked a nice spot, with a gently flowing stream, sunlight peeking in between the treetops and a few large, mossy rocks she could probably rest her hands on while he straddled her ass from behind. He took his camera off from around his neck and held it with both hands. "Mm. Not a bad location for the shoot."

He turned back to her grinning. "Now, what should we strip off of you to go for the nature look, I wonder... Shoes and socks have to go, after all, maybe the sweater too... Just ditch whatever you feel comfortable with and we can go from there."

"Oh, how did you find this place? It's just beautiful! It's so... 'forest!' Fluttershy gushed, sweeping her arms out in a grand gesture much more befitting a more outgoing girl. She walked excitedly around it, just soaking up all the natural splendor, before taking a seat on the rocks and watching the stream for a minute.

A real flower child, this one... Still, that was to his advantage today.

Klein's explanation sounded perfectly logical. Getting back to nature meant being in a sort of more natural mode. Even though she really ought to consider how that might line up with her last experience, she was blissfully unaware as she began to follow the instructions.

"Just promise me everything will be tasteful and above board this time around?" she asked, rather than insisting. Soon she'd slipped off her shoes and socks without question, and that might've been enough, but then her sweater came off too, leaving her in a much more modest, plain tee shirt and skirt. Klein couldn't believe his good luck when she surprised him a second time! Without being asked, she reached under the shirt, fiddling with a clasp. "Is it okay if I take my bra off, too? It feels a little... artificial." she murmured, no hint of embarrassment in her tone.

Klein's jaw dropped at that comment. He'd been aching for another look at those ultra-fat breasts since last time, her most defining feature of her body... Well, her whole person, really! He touched his fingertips to his chin, momentarily lost for words, then gave a dopey little nod. "Y-Yeah... I better help~"

He moved up behind her, slipping his fingers under her shirt without even asking. His warm hands felt so heavy on her back, making her skin hot and pressured wherever he touched. He unclipped her bra, then reached all the way up and slipped the straps down. Once she had them over her arms and the material sitting on top of her tits, he did her the honour of palming her breasts, fingers greedily sinking into both big, sumptuous globes. He gave them both a subtle grope, feeling how firm they were, then slipped her bra off of her body.

The shape of her chest was so much more obvious under her shirt now. He ogled the size of her bra, then gently placed it aside. "I didn't even know they made them this big..."

The gorgeous, top-heavy young girl beamed up at Klein, blushing lightly at his comment. "Thanks," she offered politely, not for a moment suspecting his motives even after he had just had his hands under her bra. She watched him set the bra aside in a neat pile, even though another girl might be slightly worried by the thought of leaving her clothes in his care. Women's clothes left with Klein had a tendency to go missing. Or worse.

Still, she was perfectly happy with how things were going so far, and was soon sitting by the lovely little stream, now quite braless. Her favourite yellow butterfly shirt was still clinging to her rack, but the huge size and impressive weight of her breasts became all the more apparent unrestricted. To say they sagged would give the wrong impression, as they were full, soft, and round. No flatness, no lifeless droop. But they certainly did hang heavy, now that they'd been freed from their confinement.

Klein set his bag down and began taking things out one by one. Over his shoulder she'd be able to see a collection of fun little toys he'd brought along for today: there was green lipstick that would make her lips look extra-soft and plush, cat-ears and whiskers and a gauzy white negligee that looked like it would fit a B-cup comfortably, let alone her mega-massive chest. A few objects here and there might give her cause for concern, like a cute doggy leash and collar, a fake tail with some sort of black, plastic object on the end... But it all looked very cute and girly all the same~

He moved behind her, slipping both hands under the collar of her shirt and massaging her bare shoulders under the material. "Mmm, we'll get started in a second... I'm so excited to be here doing this with you, Fluttershy. I've been wanting to capture the beauty of nature for a while now, and when I saw your chest, I knew you were just the girl."

"Just look at them," he said, placing a hand on the back of her head, tilting her head down until she was staring at her own cleavage. The v-neck of her top meant there was plenty of pale, fleshy tit for both of them to look down on. "If I can be frank, they're your best attribute."

Klein gave her tits a light slap, and both man and woman were left awed as they wobbled tantalizingly. "Your tits are amazing. Other girls might've settled for less, but you wanted to keep growing and growing and growing, until your body was like a celebration of everything nature is about. I want this photoshoot to highlight your chest before anything else, alright?"

He placed both hands on the undersides of her tits, cupping them and lifting them slightly. They were even heavier than he'd have imagined. He whispered gently in her ear, "Let's get this shirt off. I want to see how beautiful and natural Fluttershy's tits look in just the pasties."

Perhaps being made to stare at her own cleavage, while being told her tits were her best attributes, should really have set off every red flag Fluttershy's mind was capable of raising. Instead the busty beauty only responded with a reserved blush and a hesitant stammer. She bit her lip, fidgeting with the hem of her sweater as she considered just going along with and letting her assets be fully bared for him. It might be okay if she saw the pasties first, and put them on under her top...

But before that, she had a shy little objection to raise. "Um... I thought this was supposed to be about nature, and the real me, inside. Not just about my... breasts."

"Anyway, the last one was already about my chest!" she pointed out. She rather did have a point with that last bit!

"And besides, we agreed this was all going to be tasteful. Nothing suggestive," she responded quite matter-of-factly, blushing only slightly. She sounded more like she was helpfully reminding Klein than fully realizing he was already trying to spin this photo shoot into something more like the last one.

He backed off a tiny bit at that comment, letting out a gentle laugh. "You're not exactly right, Sugar Tits... This is going to be the most tasteful, beautiful photo shoot of your life!" He was right there, but only because the only other one she'd ever done had been completely filthy!

"Stripping your clothes off isn't about sex... It's certainly not about two nude, young bodies heatedly thrashing together, goodness no."

She hadn't objected one bit to his hands on her chest, so he continued gently massaging them through her shirt as he talked soothing words in her ear. "It's about expressing who you are." A fucking titcow. "It's about being free and unrestrained."

Before she could raise any more protests, he distracted her in an outright patronizing way. He held up a cute pair of kitty-ears in front of her, dangling the mesmerizing things in her field of view. "Why don't we start by having you wear these, then?"

As the young man talked, trying to coax her further into a series of bad decisions, he continued to stroke her chest and massage her enormous tits through the soft fabric of her shirt. Just lightly, of course, and low, as if still feeling them for heft. Never anything that would directly stimulate her, as playing with her nipples would surely give too much away too soon. No, he had to pace himself. At least for now. Good things come to he who waits.

The cat ears did a suitable job of distracting her, as well as lightening her mood. She tried them on, glancing down at herself in the glimmering, broken reflection of the calm stream. "Oh, these are too cuuuuute," she said, sounding like she was about to melt.

The "adorable animal" spin on things seemed to perk her up a bit; after looking herself over and considering Klein's words, she glanced up, a little hesitantly, a light blush on her face. "What sort of pasties are they?" she asked, sounding just a teeny tiny bit more receptive to the idea already.

The sort that can't possibly hope to contain all that titmeat, he thought to himself, staring dumbly at her tits. His mind was getting foggy the more he imagined thrusting between that creamy valley! He was momentarily lost in a heavenly vision of her smiling warmly up at him while holding her breasts together. She'd giggle and say something like, "Go ahead, staring at them so much must be making your fat cock ache, stud~", then she'd accept him all the way to the hilt within her breast pussy.

Klein snapped slowly back to reality and realized the kitty-cat was waiting for him to answer her question. He chose to ignore it and raised his camera, snapping a few photos of her. "Go ahead and meow," he said, taking another shot.

"Paws up! Meow! Good girl!" he said, eager to take the silly girl to a happy place, wanting nothing more than for her to be comfortable and have her head swimming with good vibes. The pasties could wait a moment.

"You're one big-breasted kitty, aren't you? How about on all fours now, okay?" It was funny... This was different to last time, the two of them were all alone. There was absolutely nothing stopping him from unzipping his pants, pinning Fluttershy down and just having at her. It would be rape, at least to start with, but she'd probably soon be moaning and thrusting back at him. So why didn't he?

As he took shot after shot, and her smiles got wider and more relaxed and natural, he realized this wasn't even really about what he wanted. He wanted Fluttershy to enjoy her body and be comfortable with it. He wanted her to eagerly anticipate his lewd compliments, or even eventually display skin on her own initiative, or present her own lewd ideas. Why force yourself on a girl and hurt her, when it was so much more fun to leave her whimpering and overflowing with need? Right up until her last reserves of self-control popped, and she was pawing at you hungrily. By the end of the day, Klein wanted Fluttershy to be the horny flesh trying throwing herself at him, not the other way around~

Fluttershy was quickly overcoming her initial hesitation. A soft smile came to her angelic features as the beauty became more relaxed in her new environment. Certainly more open to suggestion! When Klein had her change position, she didn't hesitate to move to an all-fours pose, looking up shyly at the camera for him to snap another shot.

In this position, her huge, heavy breasts practically touched the ground, even restrained as they still were by her shirt. It was so stretchy and malleable that it too could be a useful prop, though certainly not as direct as the pasties that were waiting for her. Would they even be enough to cover her broad, soft, rosy areolae? Would he care? Would that be the end of the wardrobe changes? These were the questions she should have been asking herself. Instead, she went on as she was, all too trusting of the eager, horny young man who stood ready to snap photos.

She never considered for a moment the folly of letting herself get led out here alone with him to take photos, as payment for what he snapped last time. It seemed only one of them knew that old saying about history repeating itself.

"Alright, are you ready to see the pasties~?" he asked in a teasing little voice. He obviously couldn't wait another moment to shock her with their perversion.

Moving extra slowly to build her anticipation, he reached for the small bag and fished around inside, before holding out a pair of quite naughty pasties to her. At first they appeared to just be innocent flower petals you stuck over the breasts, but there was a tiny bit more to them than that. At the centre of the flower, where there was normally a stamen for the petals to emerge outwards from, there was actually a gap. After a moment of confused staring, Fluttershy realized that she'd have to first betray her innocence with perverse female arousal, stiffening those fat nipples up until they were throbbing, twitching peaks... And then they'd have to be threaded gently through the holes in the centre of the flower petals just to keep those perverted pasties aloft! They'd fit nicely through the gap, allowing the petals to radiate outwards from their hot little nub. It was obvious what sort of nectar this flower was expected to provide!

How would she keep decent, then? As it turned out, each of the pasties came with a cute little plush bee that could be velcroed on to the petals. Lewd and adorable at the same time, this arrangement would mean the slightest motion from her body, and the resulting heaving of her bosom, would make the bees rock this way and that, keeping her stiff nipples covered up only some of the time!

He put them in her hands, wondering if she'd tear them up on the spot. She was suggestible, sure, but he felt like he'd outdone himself picking the naughtiest pasties he could possibly find.

The titsy young teen eyed the tiny "garments" with apprehension, her eyes growing wider as she glanced from them to her own chest. She took them, held them up to herself over the sweater, and that worried expression appeared again. She held the flower-shaped pasties up, admiring both of those adorable little plush bees. They had little dots for eyes and were smiling with the innocence of cartoon characters. They'd be slapping against her nipples constantly once they were on, obviously trying to get at her "nectary" just as much as this sexist pig was. "Um... I'm sorry, I don't know... these seem to be, um, missing a piece? In the middle?" She smiled uneasily, handing them back, helpfully pointing out the "error" in the accessories.

"See? Right there, there's no fabric or anything there... the bees are soooo cuuuuute, but I don't know if that's... um, you know, decent!" she smiled up at Klein, looking reluctant to be the bearer of bad news, and he had to stop himself from laughing in her face. He just barely stifled it by putting a hand to his mouth and trying to look thoughtful. It had turned out she really was that gullible.

It was rather comforting, however, that instead of standing up and taking the step or two closer, she'd stayed on her hands and knees and simply crawled over to him. A good sign, to be sure. "Why not just try them on and see if you like them... If you're not a fan, they can come straight off."

That seemed to sit well with her, so she sat up on her heels, bobbing slightly, and nodded with friendly anticipation. The sudden movement caused her oversized tits to jiggle and bounce alluringly, their every lusty movement outlined even beneath her shirt.

Brushing her straight pink hair out of her face and back over her shoulders, Fluttershy looked over the ornamented pasties with a hesitant expression, this time more for concern of the photo shoot. Nonetheless, she dutifully accepted them, and reached not-so-subtly under her big yellow shirt to put them on.

"Um," she murmured. "I think these might be a little big. They feel a little big."

The ridiculously busty young girl finally seemed to get the adjustments right, and with a little hesitation and a shy, blushing glance up at Klein, she began to pull off her top. At long last, just what he'd been waiting for. When at last it came off over her head, those huge - impossibly huge, really - tits were finally out in the open, after all this. True, she had pasties plastered on tightly, but the full heft, the shape, the size of those massive, fat cow udders was finally exposed. All that pale, almost white, smooth flesh... it could have given a lesser man a heart attack. As for the pasties themselves, they were lovely, and certainly not too big. They seemed to only just barely cover up her broad areolae, which in itself was a bit unfortunate. Foolishly, she handed over her beloved sweater, for the young man to... keep safe, no doubt. Every time Fluttershy discarded an item of clothing, it quickly disappeared... somewhere, who could say~ She certainly wouldn't have the faintest idea where any of it was going, and he intended to keep it that way. Girls were so much charming when they were only wearing boy-approved clothing, something they usually seemed quick to learn around him!

Back to the pasties, though! The bees were on a short bobble and as she tested them out with her subtle, gentle motions, they seem to only sway a little bit -- just like her tits. Of course, more vigorous motion was sure to bare her nipples more promisingly, and should they lose their perkiness, those pasties were going to come right off entirely! Once they were fully on and the adorable, innocent bees were "protecting" her innocence, she turned back around, smiling. "These are so cute!" she beamed. The rosy pinkish-red hue of her broad, soft areolae peeked out behind the edges of the petals, really calling great attention to her huge tits as a whole.

"They look amazing... Now turn sideways and let me get a profile shot." He zoomed the camera in all the way until you could barely see anything but her chest!

As he was taking pictures, Klein happened to glance towards her handbag and saw a glowing light emerging from within... Her mobile phone, a very adorable pink one, was vibrating, and she didn't seem to have noticed yet. He read the caller ID, which just said, "Darling~" and he quickly cancelled the call. He'd earned a short reprieve, but who knew how long he had until her boyfriend called again. Klein's worst fear was that she'd forgotten to attend some appointment and he was calling to tell her to haul ass over to him. That would mean an early end to their fun little photo shoot!

"Sure," she smiled sweetly, enjoying the freedom of movement she had without that sweater.

She posed obediently both standing and on all fours, turned to the side to give the camera and its operator a great impression of just how full the curve of her heavy white tits really was. And with every movement, however slight or subtle, those breasts would move, too. Not a perky, B-cup jiggle, but a full, heavy, pendulous sway, great udders swinging beneath her as she moved. It was a mesmerizing sight to behold.

"What an amazing body you have, Fluttershy... I have some pasties for your bottom half too, if you're interested!"

Thankfully, with her phone on silent, she didn't even think to check in with her lovely, considerate, understanding boyfriend. She just kept going along with the shoot, which was already spiraling out of control. "Does that mean I have to take my bottoms off, too?" she inquired innocently, no tone or implication whatsoever in the totally honest question. She was too much.

But the real loveliness began when she spoke again. "I can't get these to sit right..." She was fidgeting with the perverted pasties, the slightest motion making those cutesy bees wobble and sway!

He placed his camera down on a rock in front of them, pointing it at her. "Mm, let's have a look at your chest."

He walked over to her, standing behind little Fluttershy. He reached around from behind her, palming a great, heavy breast in either hand. She was relaxing into his arms when she was startled by the familiar sound of his camera clicking and whirring, the shutter's announcing it was snapping shots of all this! It seemed like he had it set to take a picture every ten seconds or so and it was only a few seconds before another shot clicked loudly. It got plenty of her squirming and panting as he played with her tits.

At this point the poor girl was panting slightly, squirming and struggling not against, but with the eager young man, to help pop the pasties off. With all this playing, her nipples would certainly be perky enough to keep them on by the end! The camera was getting entirely the wrong idea, of course. At least, that's how she'd see it. Obviously, Klein was just helping her get these stubborn things off. There was nothing wrong with that! In fact, this clear help was exactly what she needed.

The perverted lout was quite ruthless with her fat breasts... He held the flowers tightly and lifted, even when it had the effect of dragging her melons off of her rib cage, tugging them up and stretching them out! After wobbling them teasingly from side to side, he even let them slap back down onto her body with a loud, lewd clapping sound. Her poor cooper's ligaments seemed to go totally uncared for by this most brusque gentleman~

Finally, after much struggling to remove them, and much, much more indulgence disguised as struggling, Fluttershy managed to press a finger down hard against each of her huge tits, near the nipple, to softly dimple the flesh and release the seal. It popped the pasties off instantly. For a brief, wonderful second, she stood there out in nature, totally topless, before quickly covering herself with both hands, her palms pressed firmly over her large, now quite perky nipples. She blushed lightly for her predicament, but took some solace in the fact that Klein was behind her, and couldn't see anything. And as for the camera... surely it couldn't have timed that perfectly. With a ten second interval, it's hard to imagine she had exposed herself at the worst possible time, so she didn't think much of it.

And then there she was, topless, panting, nipples fully erect after such a lurid little playtime. The pressure from the tightness had turned them slightly red from where the delicate skin had been tugged on again and again, making them extra eye-catching! When Klein went to check the camera's hard-drive a little while later, he'd find not only was there a magnificent shot of a very bare-chested Fluttershy, but the shot had also managed to catch her camera just barely peeking out of her handbag, the screen lit up and "2 Missed Calls" clearly written across it.

It was an unintentionally amazing shot, and there'd be plenty more like it in the near future. Poor, poor boyfriend. You had your chance, now it's Klein's turn to try to spread her thick thighs apart.

"Want me to turn around while you put them back on?" He finally went to his bag, looking for something to cover her pussy up with.

"Thanks!" she panted, still trying to catch her breath. She felt pretty confident that she had been exposed for such a really brief moment that there's no way the long-timer camera could have caught anything. Too confident, obviously. But she was very encouraged and comforted by the fact that this young, polite gentleman taking her picture was so considerate he offered to avert his eyes without even having to be asked. So Fluttershy spun around, her oversized, almost laughable tits swinging with her, swaying heavily with the exaggerated motion. And with her back to Klein, she popped the pasties back on.

"Oh, before we do anything else, I should probably call my boyfriend. I didn't get a chance to talk to him earlier. I'm sure he's worried sick!" she fretted.

"Let's finish your ensemble before you do that, then I can take some pictures while you're on the phone! Alright?"

Without waiting for her answer, he stealthily slipped her phone into his back pocket. The Missed Calls count was already up to 3 and now messages were beginning to pile up as well! He wondered how high it would get before he finally let her answer.

He had a plan for that phone, a particularly perverted idea that had just popped into his head, so he wouldn't be passing it over to her juuuust yet. He walked back to Fluttershy and held up a very cute green pussy pasty that would be plastered directly onto her plump lower mound. Across the front it read, "I LOVE THE ENVIRONMENT."

He hooked a finger in her skirt and whipped it off her, exposing those soft hips, that extremely creamy, fat bum of hers, tight and high from all the exercise she did, and of course the holiest of holies throbbing between her thighs. Her pussy. The thing he wanted the most from her, the hot burning fuck sheath he wanted wrapped around his rod. It was so close he could almost taste it. "Take your panties off and put this on, okay~?"

He stood behind her again, meaning she got to choose between facing towards him and exposing herself to the man, or facing his camera and having her shot snapped every 10 seconds!

"Okay... but not too long, okay? And if he tries to call, listen for it! He gets really worried if I don't answer." She seemed to be so attuned to this photo shoot that she didn't even really respond to that latest command... And what other chance would a guy have to tell her, consequence-free, "Take your panties off?"

She obligingly took the cute green pussy cover-up and held it over herself, outside of her panties, as if testing it. Her underwear was awfully plain, just simple white cotton panties with no frill or lace or anything special, and even the cut was, in Klein's eyes at least, far too generous. But wasn't that exactly why he'd brought his own outfits for her?

Again, Fluttershy chose to face the camera, this time wearing her flower-and-bee pasties very neatly. She waited for the click, managing a cute smile at the camera, then quickly set about changing. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, shoving them down, and spreading her thighs out to immediately apply the pastie. It turned out to be quick, simple work, but the speed she worked at soon had bobble-bees bobbling more than she'd really like! After she gives the pastie a few very non-sexual rubs to make sure it's firmly secured in place, she turned to the young man with a kind of shy, reserved "ta-da" gesture. She was totally nude except for those pasties now, and while certain lovely details were far too obscured for his tastes, the entirety of her figure was now on display, every curve and inch of smooth, soft skin. She certainly looked great in this "back to nature" style, though despite the natural look, he's maybe a bit surprised to see only smooth, hairless skin all the way down between her legs.

God she looked good. He could probably look his whole life and never find a girl as perfectly domestic and submissive as this wide-hipped goddess in front of him. He wanted her all to himself, he wanted to make her his girl. The urge to hurt her boyfriend was there, growing naughtily inside of Klein. He wanted to pick on and bully a boy he'd never even met! To think she was still a virgin with a body like that, it drove him wild. It shouldn't be her decision whether her legs were closed or not. Anything Klein did to her would make her feel good, so she should just open up and accept him inside~

The camera clicked again and again as Klein talked Fluttershy into more lewd poses... Turned away from the camera on all fours, on her back with her legs spread... Anything that came to mind!

"That's good! You look so good, Fluttershy, so very in-tune with nature. Now, just one last change... I'm going to hang a cute little tree off of you down here. Don't move a muscle!"

As she lay on her back in the grass, innocently smiling up at him, Klein knelt down between her thighs and got to work. His hands were shaking as he got slipped her mobile phone out of his back pocket, exactly what he was doing hidden out of her line of sight by her own ridiculously massive chest. A flatter girl would have been alerted to his trickery almost immediately, but once again her insanely-perfect breasts of staggering size made it all the easier to make her into a perfect little sex doll. This was how it should be~

Just as cute as the rest of her, her smart phone was large and rectangular and sat in a very adorable case. He gently placed it right between her thighs, settling it on the swollen mound of her plump mons. The screen was prominently displayed, still lit up and clearly saying, "7 Missed Calls." Hanging between her thighs, it had obscenely turned Fluttershy's body into a billboard to advertise her adulterous ways.

Not only was she not answering her phone, she was using it in such a lewd way as to teasingly cover up her otherwise exposed pussy~ The writing that had once said, "I LOVE THE ENVIRONMENT" was now partially covered up by the phone and her thighs, so it just read something so much more crude! As he snapped the first of many photos, it seemed like the pasty between her thighs read, "I LOVE MEN."

He knew that the next time the phone rang, the vibrations would send shocks of pleasure through her lower body, so he worked quickly to capture this obscene act of cuckolding. Her boyfriend would make the connection between the 7 unanswered calls and having Fluttershy answer him on the 8th call and his heart would just ache... It made Klein's toes curl just thinking about it! He quickly set to work making the perfect little photo set for her boyfriend. He wanted that silly little boy to see his girlfriend had been luridly slutting it up while blatantly ignoring answering his calls.

The over-busty young co-ed shook her head idly, her long, bubblegum pink hair falling back over her shoulders. "This is a really cute pastie," she smiled, speaking solely to the text, rather than the shape, size, or make. "I love the message! Speaking of which, are you going to make these photos into a calendar, too? Or something else? Are you going to sell it? Because if you are, the proceeds should go to a nature charity. That would be just perfect!" she beamed in her cartoonishly sweet tone, rocking on her toes with enthusiasm, making her pale white, oversized jugs bounce and bobble tantalizingly, the pasties jiggling as their attached bees swayed just enough to reveal the soft, naked pink flesh underneath, even if only for a fleeting moment. A fleeting moment that could be captured forever, if the cameraman was quick enough.

Just as she got down onto her back, glancing down and spreading her thighs just slightly, the phone rang again. This time she certainly noticed it!

In hindsight, perhaps Fluttershy should have taken a moment to stop and think rationally about what her phone was doing between her legs, but she was much too startled by the sudden ringing to pay it a second thought! She popped it to her ear quickly, mouthing "it's my boyfriend" to the camera as she answers. Predictable calming small talk follows. "Hm? Hiiiii darling! Hmm? Oh! I'm so sorry! No no no, I didn't know! Well, I didn't hear it ring, of course. Oh? Okay! Well, I'm out with a friend right now..." This might take a few minutes.

Laying back in the grass, practically nude and with her legs spread, Fluttershy chatted cheerfully and amicably with her boyfriend. Klein smiled sweetly her way, then picked up the camera and came a little closer, kneeling down between her thighs. When her attention wasn't on him, the pervy male decided to get a little more frisky.

Under the guise of leaning closer to her to whisper, he placed a hand on her tummy and leaned over her, moving his other hand to her shoulder. He leaned all the way over until his chest was brushing her tits and the bulge in his jeans was inches from her pussy, then he said in a not-so-quiet voice, "I'm going to get you something sticky and wet for your mouth, alright? We'll make those lips look extra thick and glossy!" It was definitely audible to her boyfriend, that was for sure, although the exact wording might be just missed out on.

Besides, she'd already said she was with someone, what did it matter if it were a strong-sounding, deep-voiced man?

"Okay, thanks! That would be just fine!" She chirped, ignorant of the innuendo.

"Hmm? Oh sweety-poo, don't be silly," she continued in her soft, delicate tone. "No, of course I would have picked up if I knew you were calling! But my friend and I are way far away from town, out in the wilderness, so maybe the reception is bad? No, way out, like in the woods. What? I don't know what woods, sweetie, does it matter?"

The pink-haired, walking pair of tits continued to chat with her boyfriend, rocking gently back and forth as she did so. Her huge tits swayed with the effort, those bobbling bees again tantalizingly dipping away from her nipples for brief, lovely glimpses. Blink and you'll miss it!

Klein indicated for her to lie down on the grass on her tummy, and the ditzy airhead girl instantly obeyed. He knelt down behind her, and while she rocked back and forth, kicking her legs in the air and chatting up a storm, he was getting to work on making a nice batch of lip gloss for her~

The man fished his long, fat cock out of his pants, fully erect by now, and stared down at Fluttershy as he began fisting it roughly! He jacked off his own shaft mercilessly, choking it like it was his own worst enemy, and keeping his eyes glued to the perfect vista of hot flesh laid out on the ground before him. Nnnn, she looked so good, so innocent!

He dribbled a few droplets of precum down her back, before he shifted positions, standing over her... "Okay, I got the tub of lotion, Fluttershy..." he huffed, before his balls tensed up and the male got ready to let his messy goo fly~ He stifled a cry of pleasure as he orgasmed, and she'd suddenly gasp as her phone was splattered with a ridiculous amount of semen, hitting the glass so hard it was a wonder it didn't crack! From the centre impact point, it splashed outwards, getting some on her hand, as shot after shot of semen hit her mobile phone and drenched it completely!

"Oh no, I spilled it~" he play-acted in a tone of mock-concern. "Quick, get as much of it on your lips as you can!" he said, already pulling his pants back up. "I'll throw the tub out, but that's really expensive stuff! Don't let it go to waste!"

"Oh no! It's everywhere, what a sticky mess!" she exclaimed, perhaps to the surprise and confusion of her boyfriend on the other end. He might get the wrong idea. Or the right one, rather, since it was only poor Fluttershy who seemed naive to the happenings.

"Honey, I'll have to call you back. There's a big mess here I have to put on my lips." she clicked the phone and without another word the screen went dark -- "CALL ENDED". But Klein could tell the boyfriend would be calling back within a minute or two, no question about it.

Meanwhile, the gullible girl was doing her best to scoop together the gooey white mess all over her hand and her phone. When the eager, pleased young man returned, she rolled onto her back, breasts parting against her chest under their own weight, those racy pasties still bobbling with her jiggly, tit-heavy motion. She took some makeup he offered in her clean hand, applying it immediately, feeling rushed by the smear of gooey "lip gloss" accumulated in her other hand.

"This is going to look just awful," she bemoans partway through, the mascara applied thickly around her lashes, as she pops the lipstick tube open and puckers up her plush, pillowy lips. "I'm rushing it and it's going to look bad, and plus, whenever I do it without a mirror I always put on too much. Oh, I hope it doesn't look terrible!" Finally, after smearing on a clean but excessive application of showy green lipstick, she quickly slaps on the drippy cum she's been keeping in her hand, glossing her lips quickly, leaving them visibly drippy and slick. "There," she says, wiping her hand dry on the grass, "I think I'm done."

"You look great~ Almost like a real forest nymph ready to seduce some human men and get their cocks up and throbbing~ Mmm, of course I mean that in the nicest possible way!"

He sat down beside her in the grass, slipping an arm around her shoulder and drawing her into his side. The action made her tits loudly clap together, both of those pasties swaying the furthest yet to one side. Her stiff, puffy nipples were fully exposed for a good long moment, the cool breeze hitting them like an electric shock. Her buzzing drones had left her like they'd found a better flower, but then they whipped back, slapping against her nipples enough to heighten her stimulation again! From the moment she'd put them on up till now, her breasts had been constantly stimulated like this~ "How does the lip gloss feel? Not too sticky, I hope~"

Despite having just cum, he was still stiff as a board. With him sitting next to her like that, it was probably pretty obvious to her as well, but he could shrug it off by saying it was a natural risk of the work! If anything, having a perfectly healthy response to her juicy body and resisting his urges to pound her until her eyes crossed just made him more of a gentleman!

He placed a few fingers on her breasts, gently stroking it. "Thankyou sooo much for agreeing to do this photoshoot with me. I'm having so much fun, Fluttershy~ Are you happy with how it's going so far? We could take it even further if you want!"

"Oh, I dunno... I think I'd love to," she smiled, naively, her adorable smile plastered with smooth green lipstick and shiny, drippy "gloss". "I really enjoy it so far. I really feel like I'm getting... back to nature, you know? Just like you said! And I hope this gets people to see the real me. Not that awful stuff from the last calendar! I want people to understand me, and what really makes me... Me! You know?"

She fluttered her long, thickened black lashes at Klein for a second, then went back to talking on her phone. She wasn't exactly clean now, but at least she wasn't quite as dirty anymore, and at least in working order!

"But first," she says, uttering two words that would bring fury to a man with lesser self-control, delaying their lovely photoshoot all the further. "First, I need to call my boyfriend back. He must be worried sick about me! I'll use the video chat, so I'm just going to be over here. I think it only works on my end, we haven't quite figured out how to do fully two-way..." at this point she's basically rambling to herself, as she picks herself up off the clean, fresh grass and sits by the stream, facing Klein, the phone's screen away from him. "We'll only be a few minutes, I just want to make sure he knows I'm okay, that's all. He does worry so!" she purses her shiny green lips.

"Maybe we could show him the great stuff we're doing here?" he asked with a sly smile. He returned with a few large pieces of stiff paper and some markers.

Klein sat down beside her and let her watch as he slowly and carefully wrote,

ALPHA MALES CARE ABOUT THE ENVIRONMENT FIRST

on the first one. He grinned as he passed it to her, making sure it had her approval.

"Hold it up~ It should be the first thing your boyfriend sees when the call goes live, don't you think? He'll be so proud of you~"

He took her phone, still flecked with semen here and there, and held it in front of her, making sure the video feed would be pointed directly at her. Then he paused thoughtfully and leaned forward. "Shift your hands to the middle a tiny bit. Keep going. Keeeep going."

Under his instruction, she moved her hands to the middle until they were beginning to cover up the words and there. "Care" was the first to go, then "About." "The Environment" had been written extra small and she could cover all of it with her palm easily enough. She thought it might be obscuring the message a tiny bit, but Klein probably knew what he was doing!

"Now thrust your fat-ass tits out a bit. Rest 'em on the sign and look provocative! Like you really love a man who cares about the environment! Like you want to just..." Suck his cock. "... Kiss him silly!"

When the phone rang and the video call started, Fluttershy's boyfriend was going to get an eyeful of her holding up a sign that said

ALPHA MALES FIRST

A delightful message to read for sure when you hadn't even dipped into your girl's pussy despite dating her for over a month now. And if he got cranky, all it took show him it was unjustified paranoia was her shifting her finger slightly.

She heard his voice over the loudspeaker almost right away. "Fl-Fluttershy! Do you really believe that?" he asked, a little note of fear and anxiety in his quavering voice.

"Hiiiii, sweetie," Fluttershy cooed, smiling with her plump, glossy green lips. It's really a remarkable color for her, that emerald hue standing out so boldly against her soft, delicate, pale complexion. And as thick and tactless and shiny as that lipstick is, the gooey, glistening "gloss" on top of it really made it pop! Not to mention the fact that it was applied so excessively that slick gloss was starting to run, some of it trailing down her lower lip and to her chin, some of it all but outright dribbling from her top lip down to her bottom as she talked. And with the phone's own camera framing her pretty tightly (and thus, pretty safely!) just around the face and neck, then while it did a good job of hiding her almost fully-nude state, it would also give her boyfriend a pretty close-up view of her new makeup! Of course, without his camera working, one would have to just imagine the look on HIS face.

"Huh?" she pondered just a moment later. "Of course I do!"

"B-but, but-" he stammered. Fluttershy glanced down at the sign, shifting her hands as she tilted it backwards, eyes tracing over the words.

"Yeah, I think that's clear!" she said with a smile, returning her attention to the phone. With the full message exposed, her boyfriend now realized how paranoid he was being. Then again... when she tilted it down, she was showing an awful lot of cleavage. Which top is she wearing, for her shoulders to be bare like that? Or did he just imagine it?

She managed to keep his attention as she chatted with him. His suspicions really had turned out to have been for nothing, and as she cooed and reassured him so nicely, he was placated very quickly

While they were talking on the phone, the camera showing her face clearly, Klein decided to be a little more mischievous... He moved to Fluttershy's side, still holding the camera at arm's length and focused on her, and began messing around with her body...

Here's what her boyfriend saw:

First, one breast started bouncing up and down, the great, soft flesh heaving. He caught a glimpse of some flower petals swaying, and something big and pink and soft, but it must just be a pattern on her shirt. Whatever the pink object was, it was as big as a clothespeg, and looked as stiff as one, too! Then her other breast started to move as well! Someone was dabbing at them with something. Fluttershy kept her eyes forwards, continuing to happily chat with her boy.

Then something large and fleshy-looking suddenly dipped into the frame. It was just a second, but... It had looked like a penis! He vaguely heard a voice in the background saying, "Nnn, the lid on this tube of skin lotion is really tight! Lemme just try opening it on your bits."

Yes, he'd definitely heard "bits." That was definitely the right word. Nobody would dare use some other vulgar term to describe his girlfriend's chest, after all!

He saw that large object jab into her chest again, bouncing her melons vigorously back and forth, rubbing on them. Fluttershy didn't really pay it any attention and just kept chattering away, but subconsciously leaned into the "tube" a tiny bit to assist with getting its fluids out.

The jostling got more vigorous, to the point where the man she was with husked, "Keep your eyes forward, Fluttershy~ This is top secret lotion, really rare stuff!"

"Mmh," the insanely-busty, strangely-innocent girl moaned, absently. Just soft, distant, so many miles away from her boyfriend and so absent-minded at the moment. She leaned forward slightly, her glossy lips and tightly-cropped face taking up most of the frame already, and started to jostle slightly with rhythmic motion. Klein could hear the boyfriend babbling on the other end, and his words ran together in an obnoxious tone that he quickly tuned out. The specifics weren't important. But what is important is how quickly his voice began to falter, how hesitant his words became, and how nervous that tone got as the video chat went on.

Yes, something was jostling his girlfriend from out of frame. It was subtle at first, but even with the frame so carefully aligned, he could see her sort of bumping up and down, in her leaning-forward position.

Fluttershy, of course, was so tuned out it was ridiculous. She didn't even notice her photographer grinding against her, bumping and humping and sliding his eager, meaty prick against the heavy, weighty, big fat tits of hers that were practically bare. And what a feeling! She was smooth and soft in all the right ways, and the warmth between her tits and her chest was like heaven. Her boyfriend was a sucker for passing up on it this long!

Her boyfriend heard the words he desperately hadn't wanted to hear: "It's getting close, it's almost all the way out. Lemme change positions."

And then "Hold them together. You can get a firmer grip on it that way."

The camera started to shift slightly as the male moved from holding it at arm's length while sitting to her right to shifting around in front of her. There was a light thud, almost like the sound of the man sitting his ass down on her knees. Then the camera was being moved again, and he lost vision for a second as fabric covered it up slightly...

He realized the man had dropped the camera inside his shirt pocket, with only part of the glass sticking out! What did he need both hands for, holding the camera was surely more important... He needed to check up on Fluttershy! He was distracted from this thought when he heard a pair of loud, firm claps, like hands closing around Fluttershy's waist. He barely had time to consider the implications before the camera was suddenly bouncing up and down in long, rhythmic bobs. They were slow and steady, like the pounding thrusts that virgin had never experienced!

The camera bounced up and down in Klein's shirt pocket, the full-body bobbing occasionally granting her boyfriend glimpses of things he would've been better off seeing! On a particularly ragged, gasping downward thrust, the camera dipped all the way to Fluttershy's rack, outlining perfectly, for the gawky little nerd, a sight almost too erotic for his eyes...

Fluttershy's melons were bare, huge, splendid, cow-like tits, huge orbs of pale, meaty flesh. Her green-painted fingernails were holding them tightly together, scratching at her own body as she did it, and he got a momentary glimpse of a crotch pounding hard against their underside.

It was so sudden he'd almost immediately assume he'd imagined it. Yes, he'd definitely imagined it~

The next thing he saw was her breasts bouncing lewdly as something slapped against them from in-between, setting the whole endless expanse of rack bouncing! Judging by the way that man with Fluttershy was grunting, he was really close to getting the cap off of the top of lotion and dousing her chest in it! The lengths they were going to for this photoshoot of theirs were truly outstanding~

In their past meeting, Fluttershy had described herself as "absent-minded", "scatterbrained", and "forgetful". But in light of this new development maybe better descriptors would have been "airheaded", "ditzy", and "completely STUPID". Even as she was getting bump-bump-bumped along, jostling visibly up and down while Klein humped his bare, aching cock against and underneath her fat, heavy jugs, she managed to stay totally focused on the conversation, absolutely oblivious to her own molestation. She kept her eyes forward on the phone's camera, even though there was nothing for her to look at, and obligingly, even obediently kept face forward and no questions asked even while flimsy excuses were flying and hot, throbbing cock was stroking against her vulnerable, expansive white titflesh. To call that kind of oversight "scatterbrained" is like calling the stock market crash an "oopsie ". Still, no one was in a better position to point this out than Klein himself, and he seemed perfectly happy with her easily-distracted state. Of course, that point became all the more absurd when her cameraman pocketed her own phone! How could they talk? How could she keep her eyes on it?

It turned out that none of that seemed to matter. Innocent, gullible Fluttershy managed to keep her eyes off the action, never glancing down, even as the horny young man in front of her got more and more overt. He even convinced her to just look up at the sky, ignoring everything that was going on -- probably made it easier for her to keep up the conversation, too, without focusing on that phone being all but put away!

And as for her poor boyfriend, well, he was starting to go out of his mind with worry. Some things, some very racy things, were flickering onto the screen from time to time. But between the complete lack of focus, the fuzzy, low-quality picture, the motion blur, and the incredibly brief, sometimes only frames-long glimpses, well he couldn't be sure of what he saw. If anything, the entire spectacle was almost completely subliminal. Even that clearest glimpse he got lasted less than half a second. He could never pin down exactly what he was seeing, even in his almost paranoid concern, but somehow his heart kept beating faster, and subliminal as the images may have been, they got him rather worried -- even if he didn't fully, consciously understand why.

The camera's focus did indeed come and go... Klein shifted it back to his hand, gripping Fluttershy's hips with just one hand and started snapping photos, eager to catch as much of the action as possible. When his peak came, he cried out and hit the button over and over, accidentally sending most of them to her poor little boyfriend in the process~

"Hnnnhg! Ahhh... Ahh...."

The last photograph her sad little boyfriend received was one of Fluttershy's gigantic rack, her tits splayed out in either direction, pasties looking more perverted than ever, and a massive, top to bottom trail of thick, smelly, goopy "lotion" running up her chest. She was caked with the stuff, absolutely drenched with it... And at the very bottom of the photo, able to be written of as, say, Klein maybe having his finger over the shutter or something, was a cockhead. A fat one, with a trail of that white stuff connecting the tip to her chest like lewd lovers.

"Mmmn... Oh fuck... I got it... Rub every last drop into your skin, Fluttershy, we want your skin looking healthy and youthful. You want to keep talking to this guy, or shall I hang up?" he asked, sliding his finger over the "End Call" button.

"Ah!" Fluttershy yelped out. Her eyes might be averted, her face partially turned away, but after a finish like that, it was hard to avoid the explosion entirely. Still, at that point she's practically got stars in her eyes, and she'd become cartoonishly oblivious to events unfolding literally right in front of her. The camera still managed to capture some lovely audio, half-hidden as it was. "Oh, I think I got some in my mouth! It's not bad. Kind of salty. Is this lotion safe to ingest? I'm not... poisoned or anything, am I?" her cute little voice squeaked out. It could, potentially, all be totally above-board. But no doubt her boyfriend was all but losing his mind.

...and as much was evidenced by the panicked yelling on the phone. Phrases like "What the hell!" (strong language for him!) and "answer me" and "what's going on" sure seem to pop up a lot, but otherwise Klein wasn't too interested in what's being said. In response to his question, though, Fluttershy perked up, one hand brushing over her chest. "Oh! Yes, that's fine, you can hang up. But I want to maybe send him a handful of pictures to know how well I'm doing, so if you could just snap one or two to send him, and we can get back to work!" she smiles. After all that, she still hasn't lost her naive demeanor!

Klein chuckled playfully as he sat back from the panting, sperm-splattered girl laying on the grass. He idly watched her rubbing his semen into her chest as he ended the call with the helpless little cuck, laughing to himself about how great this had all turned out. "This is gonna be a great calendar... I'll go ahead and send some snippets out... Here's one to your boyfriend, here's one to your father, one to your mother and your sister... Ooh, here's one to the Twilight, I'm sure she'll love that... Heck, I'll send this one to all the members of the Pink Circle, why the heck not."

He continued playing with her phone like it was his own possession, writing down numbers of a few girls here and there. By the time he was done, just about every single person on her friends, family and acquaintances lists had at least one photo of her sperm-splattered chest, if not several!

"You know, I'm feeling refreshed after that, want to go a few more shots?"

As Fluttershy smiled and let out a cute "Mmm!", her boyfriend would be sitting alone in his room. Over the next few hours, he'd find himself receiving one delightful after another, fresh and flowing updates on the twists and turns this photoshoot was taking without his supervision. What would he see~?

The first photo he received was one of the beautiful pinkette on all fours, her butt thrust at the camera. Those whopping great tits were grazing the grass, making her look more bovine than woman. A large, strong, male hand was reaching out of the corner of the camera and holding her head by the hair, yanking it all the way back. Her head was being dragged back almost all the way upwards by that strong grip he had on her.

With one hand, she was holding up a sign that had once said, "Animal Cruelty Is Not Good" but the "Animal" party was slightly out of view and her hand was over the "Not." What had once been a stark portrayal of the kind of suffering animals were exposed to at the hands of cruel farmers was now a blunt confession that she liked this rough manhandling treatment!

It showed in her eyes, too. Despite having her head dragged back, her tongue was extended slightly and her eyes were shining. Somehow having her head tugged on like made her pussy tingle, and she was struggling to keep a look of delight off of her face. Struggling and failing!

The detail that stood out the most to him was the pasty over her pussy, where free-flowing pussy juices had almost entirely unstuck it from her body and a slice of labia was clearly visible.

The next photo that flashed on his screen was once no doubt bearing a similar message of oppression and animal cruelty. A high-angle shot of his girlfriend on her knees, hands pressed against her thighs, back arched up to bring her face closer to the camera and push her enormous, nearly bovine tits out all the more. She wore a cheap, makeshift blindfold. In fact, it almost looked like a pair of panties. But so wadded up, it could be anything.

Her mouth was agape, wide, wide open, tongue sticking out. A shiny, glimmering trail of drool dripped down from the tip of her tongue. Drool. Probably drool. Looked like it. And at the bottom of the frame, rather close to her mouth... some kind of photographic error? The photographer probably left his thumb in front of the frame, or something. It's not much. A blur. Just a shadow. Nevermind that it's lined up perfectly with her open mouth...

The next photo he received was one of Fluttershy sitting in the grass. It was one of the most obscene yet, with her legs spread so far apart she was doing the splits, toes extended and pointing in the air. The pasty keeping her fat, dripping pussy mound covered up had peeled off entirely, leaving her completely nude aside from her chest pasties and some fishnet stockings Klein had squeezed her fat, juicy ass into.

Mercifully, her face was out of the shot at least, but what you could see was the sign she was holding up, another cute little protest for animal rights, or a shameless championing of cuckold and adultery with alpha males.

She wasn't even looking at the signs Klein was handing her anymore, just holding them up with a giggle, wanting more than ever to be a wonderful little environmental protester... Especially when he made it so fun!

This one just said "READY FOR PREVENTING SLAUGHTER OF BULLS," and, once again, the word-covering fairy had visited her. This time her hands rendered the message as just "READY FOR BULLS" and judging by the hot pink spot between her thighs, freely-flowing and dripping, she certainly was~

The ridiculously top-heavy and now especially messy young Fluttershy lay panting on the grass, out of breath, but not entirely sure what had gotten her so worked out. It's almost a shame that the most intense, active, and thoroughly invasive part of this whole photoshoot went down with her only barely registering it, mentally, but then that's probably the best way to get away with it in the first place! She lay flat, breasts parted and heavy under their own weight against her chest, her legs spread slightly. Her face -- no, her whole body was flushed. Both her hands idly rubbed circles across her belly and between her widely-parted breasts, rubbing the thick, gooey load of cum into her skin, playing with it, smearing it. She paid little attention to it, focusing more on trying to catch her breath. With each rising breath, her nipple pasties bounced, flashing a tiny hint of pink, and as she cooled down they threatened bit by bit to come off completely. And with her thighs just barely parted, that meager pussy-pastie really showed how little it covered, hanging more like a loose flap than a secured sticky, now. It came off a few times, and though she was convinced each time that she found it and replaced it before Klein had a chance to notice, it sure doesn't seem to want to stay on anymore.

Back in the forest...

"That should be enough material now..." he said, snapping a few more parting shots. "I have a fun idea... Since we got to know each other so well today, how about we go for a skinny-dip in the river before we head back? I'll pack the camera away and we can go nude, you interested?"

"Oh, well, um, I really don't know..." Fluttershy murmured weakly, evidently still just as shy as ever, despite all that's happened. "That sounds kind of... um, I mean, I have a boyfriend... oh, well, you know that. Of course you know that, we were just talking to him..." she mumbled, tapping her fingers together and sitting up slightly. As she did, her great, massive fat tits swayed, coming together with an audible, wet smack. She almost seemed to wince, and may have said "ouch" very faintly, almost under her breath, as though she didn't consciously notice it happen.

"But, um," she stammered in her typical way, "maybe um, if you really think we have enough material, if you feel like you've really captured me, then maybe we should wrap things up?" she fidgeted a little while speaking, and somehow, looking for something to do, her sticky, messy hands trailed back and started rubbing around the underside of both her tits, doing a little semi-circular motion to stroke the bottom curve, smearing them with slick cum and getting that area all the shinier, even glistening. "Why don't we get one last series, and then call it a day? Anything extra we can put out to a nice animal charity, right?" she smiles, oblivious as ever.

"One last series, mmm? Well, I feel like we've exhausted all the possible options, but... Hmmm!"

He let the words linger in the air, letting her tension build up. She squirmed cutely, not wanting this to end yet and not even understanding why, when he said quite casually, "If you reeaaally want to help out some fuzzy, fluffy little animals, I do have one idea..."

He chuckled as he slipped his shorts off, bringing that throbbing stiffy inches from her face and letting the hot smell get up her small nose. "I've heard that women get a kind of extra sexuality and beauty when they're exposed to a male." He jabbed his penis into her cheek firmly, turning her head slightly as he thrust into her face. A droplet of his semen oozed directly from the shaft and splattered onto her tits. "I'm not suggesting I, you know, POUND YOUR PUSSY, since you've got a boyfriend and all, but maybe if you smell it, touch it, watch me masturbate... Maybe you'll be able to latch onto something you haven't shown the camera yet, mm?"

The titsy young girl stared in disbelief, her eyes wide as Klein wagged and poked his eager prick in front of her face. She inhaled deeply, instinctively, taking in its thick scent. She shivered, involuntarily, and her lips brushed that drippy shaft, along the side, just for a brief second. She blushed all the brighter on realizing it, wiping her mouth in a hurry and apologizing under her breath. Yet still she stayed there, on her knees...

At this point, her poor boyfriend's heart was racing, pounding, his eyes were no doubt wide with confusion, disbelief, torn between paranoid overprotection and frantic rationalization, telling himself more than once he was reading into this wrong, that there was an innocent answer to all this, and he was just being too suspicious. But the sweat pouring down his brow didn't stop, and neither did the pictures. His phone beeped with a fresh image.

What he saw was... certainly shocking! His lovely Fluttershy was kneeling in profile, half in focus, with her mouth open wide. In front of her, there stood a man with his pants shoved down around his knees. Fluttershy's expression was one for the record books. A wild blend of fear, confusion, panic, overwhelmed emotion, and even a bit of heady desire. Her eyes spoke volumes.

She held up a thin strip of paper in front of her mouth that said DON'T EAT MEAT. It was covering something. And of course, because it was covering a long, thick gap between her wide-open mouth and the man's crotch, well, imagination may run wild, but obviously that was the intention: suggestion! There's no way what looked like was happening was... ACTUALLY happening, right? No, of course not, it's just an eye-catching effect. Sensationalism.

And that bulge in her cheek is probably her tongue...

Next was a shot from her phone. It seemed like it had been placed on the ground, forgotten for the moment, and a stray flick of the finger had set it to snap a shot. At least, that was the natural assumption!

Fluttershy's feet were just in the bottom corner of the frame. She was laying on her back, that much was obvious, and another pair of feet were between hers, pointing down. She'd spread her legs slightly to accommodate them. A man was lying on top of his girlfriend. There was no doubt a perfectly logical explanation for this that he would arrive at if he just thought about it.

His feverish mind scrambled for any possible reason at all, when the feet began to move. His eyes were slowly drawn back to the screen as he realized it wasn't a still photograph but another video call. His heart sank as he watched what was unfolding on the screen.

The man's feet were moving up and down, slowly at first, like he was moving carefully. Probably he was trying to stand up and was planting his hands to find purchase. Obviously he'd just toppled onto Fluttershy by mistake! But then he kept moving. There was a loud, sticky sound and Fluttershy moaned, and then his movements became less erratic and more steady. Like a repetitive, deep thrusting motion.

Fluttershy's feet began to move as well. At first she seemed content curling her toes, but then she chose to rub the tops of her feet against his, stroking his skin with hers, back and forth. Her entire body rocked as she shifted her ass.

"Oh Klein... Klein... Klein... Klein... Ohh... Hfff! Klein! Klein! Klein! Ooooh~"

Her boyfriend gulped as her moans grew more desperate. She was chanting the word over and over like a mantra, like an object of worship. The two people were rocking together in a way he and Fluttershy never had.

She lifted her feet from the ground and they vanished from view. He had a mental flash of them locking behind the brute's ass, holding him in place and driving him deeper, but that... that didn't make any sense! Fluttershy was his girlfriend, so it wouldn't make any sense for her to do stuff like that with another man... Then it struck him! Fluttershy had probably just eaten too much and now she had a tummy ache and the man was rubbing her tummy to help her relax a bit~ Yes, that made perfect sense...

And then he got just one more photo. Now they were really getting good.

Up until now, Klein had to balance what he could get away with in the pictures with what he could get away with just between him and Fluttershy. But with the ridiculously top-heavy titty girl being forced now so easily under his perverted control, there were so, so many more photos he could make! He had full creative control, and lots of flexibility with her, so far out in the wilderness where no one would find them, all alone with no one to help her, her clothes disappeared to god knows where. Would she even be getting them back when this was over? What was her fate?

Whatever was planned down the line, her boyfriend had the benefit of a front row seat to her much more immediate fate, as another photo blinked up onto his screen. He hesitated, unsure if he should click it, his mind racing with fear, jealousy, paranoia, and of course, a sense of rationalization so strong it bordered on absurd, no doubt matching Fluttershy's own sense of denial and obliviousness. With every lurid image he came up with more and more excuses, trying to convince himself he was imagining so much of it.

And this photo was a particular challenge.

Another fairly high angle shot, this time pulled back and to the side, half-profile maybe. Fluttershy was on her knees, mouth wide open and held skyward. Her enormous hooters were bare, completely, with no hint of petal-shaped pastie, but her nipples were just barely out of frame, leaving plenty of rosy pink areolae still in the shot. And though the was sitting on her feet, the bare curve down her side and the third pastie lying nearby was proof enough she didn't have a stitch on.

But the most dramatic part was her mouth. Sticky, slick, even gooey all over. Thick, ropy, glistening strands trailed from her mouth to the source, and pooled across her tongue and filling her cheeks was something thick, white, and wet. The gooey, obscene strands of glimmering... something that trailed from her mouth led behind another sign, which ended again at a man's forward-thrust hips, his pants around his ankles for emphasis, when they could easily have been removed entirely. It almost looks like that mess is connecting her mouth and tongue (and even face!) to something lurid and suggestive behind the sign, which itself read EAT MEAT IN MODERATION.

Her boyfriend was going through mental gymnastics trying to explain this one, no doubt another sensationalist, provocative piece. It's just trying to get people to stop and stare and imagine what's behind the sign, but nothing bad is REALLY happening!

Of course, it would be a lot easier to rationalize this away... if it weren't for the fact that the sign wasn't quite properly aligned by her shaking hand.

The last inch or so of Klein's cock was poking out the end, glistening with her saliva.

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The Pink Circle

Twilight Sparkle 1

Author's Note

Wow, it feels like it's been forever since I updated this one! Hopefully the new chapters will be coming out pretty smoothly from here on. This chapter covers the first half of Twilight's scenes, with more to come afterwards.

Interestingly, this was the first thing I ever wrote for the series.

Twilight Sparkle 1

The top-heavy young freshman settled into her seat across from today’s first quiz subject. She had a clipboard resting on her lap, containing no shortage of brain-teasing questions she intended to plug him with before the hour was through.

She folded her legs casually, tapped a pen to the board, and nodded thoughtfully. The visiting member of the local "dyke's club" smiled clinically, but not unpleasantly, at the interviewee before her. The beauty wore a fairly plain, but high-quality, blouse and a dark mid-length skirt that draped just past her knees.

"Please, get comfortable. This interview may take up to 15 minutes." Twilight Sparkle flipped through the clipboard's pages quickly, summarizing once again her task in her mind. She finally nodded and set it down flat against her legs.

"All right. As I said, my name is Twilight. I'm here on behalf of the local Women's Rights and Forward Thinking Club, known to the general populace as... the Pink Circle. These questions will be taken anonymously, so we don't need your name. Some will be fairly personal, and there will be a lot of gendered questions, so if you're not comfortable with that, please let me know now. Are you ready to begin?"

Klein was playing with his phone while she was talking. He’d been trying to keep up a pretence that he was paying attention by hiding it on his knee as he tapped away at it, but she might as well have been reading out the phonebook for everything he was absorbing. Somehow, you talk about feminism to a feminist, she's all ears, but you even mention the word to just about any man and they just switched off. He finally smiled at his phone, then slipped it back in his pocket. "Mm, questions, gotcha. What sort of name is Pink Circle, though?"

The studious-looking girl perked up, fixing her glasses with an eager look. So happy to see the interest. "Well, I'm glad you asked! You see, it represents a safe, inclusive area and atmosphere for gendered and nongendered discussion in a friendly environment, free of patriarchal influence. It's about safety, understanding, and friendship above all else!”

She paused, considering her next words carefully.

“Friendship is really important, you see! That's what we're all about. A pro-feminist club that supports safe discourse." Twilight tilted her head to one side, smiling innocently, and tapped her pen to the board. "Now, first question. Do you believe interaction between genders, in modern society, is flawed?"

Klein might have soaked in some of her dialogue, if not for some hot little piece of ass in a tube-top walking past the window of their little classroom just as she began. She had a bubble butt and big fat breasts, almost as big as Twilight's, and he didn't hear a word of it.

But he had heard her question. He glanced back to her just in time for her to finish. "Mm... I'd love to have some safe discourse with that bitch... You see the fucking tits on that chick? How come you don't dress like that, huh?

He snapped his fingers, like a particularly clever idea had occurred to him, instead of yet another filthy, misogynistic outburst. “Maybe everyone would like you dykes a bit more if you showed some skin. Here, check this out..."

The incredibly busty young freshman stared for a moment, expecting a response, when Klein abruptly reached across the table and popped the top button of her blouse clean open. The soft, smooth skin of the top of her breasts and the start of her impressive cleavage was exposed, startling her like a deer in headlights! The swell of her breasts sank on her chest visibly, bulging out obscenely. "Mm, way better... You know, you've got a pretty great rack! Are you doing anything later?”

Twilight frowned, even as her unslung breasts continued to wobble. Her eyes widened as an incredulous look crossed her face. he was going to be one of those guys, she could tell already. But then, just another chance to educate this misogynistic idiot! Her cheeks burned as a bright blush rose to her face, and something about his words had her heart beating faster already.

Klein remembered she was expecting an answer to a question about now. “Oh! Yes! Mm, yeah, sure. Of course interaction between genders is flawed! If it weren’t, you and at least two other girls would be under the table right now. One for each nut and a third for my taint."

Twilight did her best to ignore the offensive comments he made out of ignorance, and with a mildly flustered clearing of her throat, she continued. She was much too distracted by his ignorance to remember to fix her button.

"All right," she murmured with controlled frustration. She slowly wrote his answer down, pen scratching loudly in the dead space between cock-wielder and cock-fearer. "Now, would you consider yourself a feminist?”

Despite what seemed to be an impressively restrictive bra, Twilight’s bust jiggled as she shifts her weight to one side in her chair, at least giving her poor subject something to look at. “And as a follow-up, what do you think about feminism as a whole?"

"Sure I'm a feminist, heh. Like, mm, a machinist fixes machines, a feminist fixes women, right? Actually, you look like you could do with some fixing yourself, if you think you're gonna get any serious answers out of this whole silly interview thing.”

Klein grinned at his dreadful joke. Twilight didn’t have the heart to tell him he’d completely messed up the definition of a machinist. Just have to get through this, Twi.

Klein let out a sigh as his eyes paraded up and down her body, wishing for just a moment she’d try popping all the way out of those stuffy, drab clothes. “Not to mention this is great tanning weather. What are you doing cooped up inside when you could be browning up and picking up dick?”

It was plain he saw this whole "interview" thing as a game, like they were playing house or something. Here she was, being the big, intelligent feminist with her clipboard and her pen, he couldn't help but wanna pat her on the head and tell her what a greeeaaat job she was doing!

"Feminism as a whole, feminism as a whole... Mmm, beats me~? Seems like all you chicks do is waste your time trying to get guys to notice how smart you are... I mean, I totally get that some dudes go for the brains angle, but if you're trying to get into my pants, why not just drop the act and get to the good stuff, huh? I won’t mind if you wanna cut straight to the chase."

"We're not trying to-! Oh, forget it!" Twilight grumbled, her anger rising. She flipped through the clipboard, realizing unhappily she'd have to finish the entire questionnaire before she could conclude the interview. After all, to avoid bias, she couldn’t simply write off opinions she disliked.

So reluctantly, the purple-haired honey wrote his answers down one by one, and continued with her questions. She crossed her legs beneath the table. "I wish you'd take this more seriously."

The oblivious young girl leaned back a bit, her partially-exposed cleavage taking centre stage. Needless to say, it easily drew Klein's eyes as she thumbed the paper before her. "All right," she sniffed, fixing her thick-framed glasses. "When I say 'Girl Power', what comes to mind for you?" She’d only just asked and she already wasn’t looking forward to his answer.

Klein’s phone let out a little bit. He glanced down at it and found some vulgar language and a suggestive photograph waiting for him, with a very clear intent that he should be making his way over to a certain co-ed’s room ASAP. Once again, he regretted agreeing to this interview.

The thug’s member pressuring the zipper of his pants got the best of him, and Klein temporarily forgot what little manners he had. "Hey, how many of these stupid questions are there, anyway?"

When Twilight indicated a whole sheaf of papers, he slumped back in his chair dejectedly. "Awww maaan~ You wanna know what I think of "Girl Power"? Hnnn, come on, I gotta get over to this girl’s place before she remembers we didn’t restock the condoms after last time.”

In the end, he just showed Twilight the picture. He lifted his phone and shoved the vulgar picture/message combo directly in Twilight’s face.

It began with a simple message that just read, "More, please?" The photo was a close-up of some hussy’s pink-painted lips, with one of her forefingers resting on the plush swell of her mouth. They were big and soft, like gentle, cock-teasing pillows. "Now that's “Girl Power” right there. She has a mouth like a vacuum hose, something you wouldn't know anything about! Ffffuck, she wants me over there right now and I'm stuck with you.”

He couldn’t take another second of this nonsense. Twilight’s important survey barely registered a blip on Klein’s radar, sandwiched between the triple spectres of beer, meat and pussy. “Mm, hey, sorry, but I'm gonna walk. We'll, uh, do this later, ‘kay? I don’t have time to play with you anymore."

"This isn't a game!" Twilight protested in indignant frustration. Since they’d say down together, she was just now showing her real emotions for the first time. "I have to - "

But Klein wasn’t listening. He began to stand in his seat, and the motion brought his cock to eye-level with Twilight's face, clearly visible as a strong, meaty shaft. The cutie with both brains and beauty cut off for a moment, seeing Klein's uncut dinosaur cock all but thrust into her face. The tenting bulge within was rather apparent, and her expression dropped blank as her blush rose. When she's noticed, the lesbian interviewer glanced away, tapping her clipboard.

Klein realized Twilight had been staring right at the big bulge in his pants. Now that gave him some pause, a cheeky smile rising to his features. "Mm? What are you staring at?"

"Nothing, it's nothing," Twilight asserted calmly. For the second time in the last few minutes, she had cause to fix her fogged-up glasses from where they’d slid down her nose.

Twilight thumbed through her papers, lamenting her lack of progress. They should be halfway done by now. She can't just tear out his answers! She'd look biased!

An ignorant opinion can't be thrown out just because she didn't like it, that was the whole point of a survey. With her cheeks still reddish from all of this cocky young man's intrusive comments, not to mention the up-close sight of his bulging pants, Twilight glanced back up at him.

Hesitantly, she gestured with her pen to his seat. "Come on, please. Let's finish the interview, shall we? We already came this far. What can I do to convince you to stay?"

Klein considered her pleading for a second, then slowly began to sit back down again. But his prick was still stiff as he hurriedly messaged his floozy back, rubbing his cock under the table with his other hand through his jeans. "Nnn... Well, shit, you can at least lemme look at some tit or something. Pop that blouse open, lemme see if your "Girl Power" compares to hers, heh.”

His eyes fell blatantly to her wobbling, top-heavy chest. Unfortunately for Twilight, her assets were now the unwelcome focus of their conversation. “You're sure not racked like a dyke, goddamn. Those are some serious tiddies."

Twilight looks remarkably displeased by the request, but not entirely surprised. She glared at him, eager to keep the interview going for the interview's sake, even though she personally couldn’t wait for him to leave. She grumbled under her breath and popped another button on her tight blouse. In response, her incredible rack shifted a little and relaxed. Now under a bit less restriction, it showed off the top of her low-cut black bra and the impressive curves and swells of those fat, heavy breasts. She blushed visibly at having to do so, but it was remarkable how little fight she put up. It said Says a lot about her potential to Klein.

Klein leaned forward a little bit to take a nice, long look at Twilight's tanned breasts. "Your skin's not bad for a nerd... But come on, pop a few more, I'm not a charity~ And neither is your shirt of yours. Kinda looks like it could come bursting off any second, heh."

While Twilight was busying skimming her notes, her hand absently wandered up to her blouse, unbuttoning the next two buttons. She didn’t even seem to consciously realize she was doing it. At this point her breasts were rather visible, tightly clad in that heavy bra, with enough soft, luscious titflesh bared above those cups to really give him something to look at.

Klein was blatantly trying to get off now. He was rubbing his cock under the table, but at least his jeans were still zipped up. "What was the next question, anyway?"

Twilight glanced up, fixing her glasses like it was a bad habit. The co-ed seemed to notice Klein was doing something under the table, but she didn’t focus on it much. "Alright, next question. If you could propose a new law to improve gender relations, what would you suggest?"

Klein considered her next question for a second, tapping his chin. "A new law, hmm, a new law... Oh, I know, how about we ease up on laws about groping? It shouldn’t be a crime to get a little grabby with a hot girl just because you don’t know her.”

The horny pervert let out a little grunt. He was flicking a finger against the shaft of his member, keeping it throbbing hard within its tight confines. It was getting to the point where his member was seriously uncomfortable, and could really use something tight and wet to cool off with! But where would he find something like that~? “And besides, just look how some of the girls on campus like to dress. It's not fair at all to us guys how you girls can swan around in whatever clothes you want, waving your juicy tits and thighs and asses in our faces and expect us to not do anything about it.”

Twilight was fuming. Her face was turning red as she forced herself to bite her tongue, doing the very best she could to tolerantly and peacefully let this disgusting pig have his say.

Besides, it wasn’t like he could say anything worse than what he’d already said at this point, was it? She’d surely weathered the absolute worst he had to offer and it would all he downhill from here, right?

At least, that was what she thought until he opened his big fat mouth again. “Besides, girls generally stop complaining after a few thrusts anyway, right? When I see a hot slut in front of me, and I just, nnn, really wanna have some fun with her cunt, I know she’ll get into the spirit after a few thrusts. So why keep me scared about prison, huh? Just lemme fuck her."

Twilight scowled visibly, dwelling on the response. She resentfully wrote down Klein's thoroughly offensive words, fuming internally at the outrageous suggestion. She grumbled under her breath, though surely he can't make out the intermittent words like "misogynist" and "idiot,” as she scrawled down his response,

She uncrossed and recrossed her legs the other way under the table. "All right. Your answer has been noted," she murmured through her teeth.

"Now," she muses, noticing his hand motions under the table again but not thinking too hard about them, "Are you familiar with our club? If so, what are your opinions on it?"

"Nnn, Pink Circle is a pretty cool name, I guess. If you wanted to lure guys in, it definitely sounds like something they can stick their dicks in, heheheh. But, mm, lemme think...”

He did just that, and she took some smugness in how long he had to dither over his answer. But her smile faded when she heard his newest answer: “I guess it's real courteous of you girls to put so many big brains and big racks all in one spot!"

She could just faintly hear the sound of Klein’s zipper coming down. The boy lifted his hips for a second, and as Twilight glanced down, her worst fears were confirmed. She could see his jeans had fallen to his ankles, and he was sitting his bare ass on his chair now. One of his hands was actually pumping up and down, touching off that fat, drooling tool of the patriarchy~

"Mm, hey, I had a fun idea, Twilight. Take your panties off for a second. Just get 'em down and pass 'em over here. I won't be able to see your pussy or anything, anyway, I just wanna, mmph, see what a stuck-up feminist bitch smells like. I bet that other girl would do it."

While Twilight was dawdling over that, he continued answering her question. "Actually, it's kind of exciting! You gals and your Pink Circle, you're kind of like a fort. Mm, you've built up all these defences, but imagine if a guy got in, heheheh."

He got more enthusiastic as he kept talking, his cock running a direct line to his mouth. "He'd start out small, just turning one feminist tramp into a little cock-loving bitch, but soon he'd see how much happier she was, how she'd look happier and more fulfilled slurping on my fat prick then she had in all her years as a feminist. Who wouldn't wanna spread his influence after that?”

“So he gets to thinking about it. You're all bunched up in your little club, it's like a breeding ground waiting to happen. You break a few girls, make examples of 'em, the rest would be so weak-willed and easily led, they'd spread their legs at the drop of a hat. Mmph. By the end you bitches would need your own damn maternity ward, I'd have rocked your shitty little bitch club so hard. Heheheh."

This time Twilight seemed more indignant than ever. She gave Klein with a look that could kill as she listened to his rambling, offensive, and intensely lewd suggestion about getting some guy into their club. Various phrases like "cock-loving bitch" and "spread their legs at the drop of a hat" only set her off more, a bright red blush rising to her face.

Twilight set her clipboard down against her legs and shakes her head. "Do you even have any idea how offensive your suggestion - " she began, only to stop dead when she considered his words more slowly.

"You mean you’re the guy you think is going to “infiltrate” the club?" Twilight laughed out loud, covering her mouth quickly and adjusting her glasses. She had been so focused on her response that she didn’t notice her body was basically on autopilot, reaching down to slip her hands under her long skirt and tug the hem of her panties.

Yet, despite her incredulity, she did seem to respond to his other request. "Tell you what, I'll keep the panties off and my lower half exposed if you promise not to look under the table. And agree to finish the interview to its conclusion."

The Pink Circle Club President lifted her hips, sliding those plain black panties down her thighs as she talked. Thighs that would look so much better spread. "Do we have a deal?"

Klein responded by snatching her black panties out of her hand immediately and lifting them to his nose. He took a good, long whiff of her female scent. It drove him wild and his cock left smelly, hot stains along the underside of the table as it released copious amounts of pre-seed. "We do, as long as you slip that top off and let me see some breast, mm."

Twilight faltered at that! The top-heavy teen stared blankly as he began to sniff one of her best pairs of panties. But her jaw dropped when she saw how he “used” them next.

Before her eyes, he lowered her panties under the table and lazily wrapped them around his shaft. He started using them like a pocket pussy as he began to jack himself off more roughly. "Nnn... That feels sooo much better. As I was saying, why not, huh? You get enough pussies in one place together, they're gonna end up talking about guys and cocks. Isn't that how it is, isn't that what feminists are for? You gals get together and start gabbing about dicks... just on the topic of how they gotta stay out instead of how deep you want 'em inside, heh."

He grinned and leaked more semen into the panties wrapped around his erection. “What was the next question?"

"I'm going to need those back when we're done!" Twilight blurted out. Luckily for both of them, she couldn’t exactly see what was going on down there, and she took some consolation in knowing that his view was likewise obstructed when she slowly begins to spread her legs, hiking her skirt up to just above her knees. At least, that’s what she thought!

Klein could just faintly see her spreading her legs, and it had him fired up like crazy knowing under the table she was practically preparing her body to accept him. Did she even realize she was doing it, or did the smell of bare cock, and the stink of his semen, just elicit this kinda response from hussies like her? She was just a pig, really, a hormonal animal that could do with a firm collaring and bowlful of boyspunk with her name on it to obediently lap up.

As Twilight’s skirt eased up her thighs, she could feel the cool air on her newly-bared pussy, and even though it was out of sight and he'd promised not to peek under the table, it still drove a wild, nervous blush to her face. Klein in turn got a whiff of her pussy on the air and instantly responded, energetically fisting his panty-covered prick. Huge globs of semen began to splatter on their insides, so when she pulled them back up her thighs, she was going to be soaked in a steamy outer layer of his hot jizz.

Twilight stammered nervously. The nerdy feminist reached a hand up to absently finish undoing her buttons while she fumbled for the next question. Just as her blouse came open completely, exposing her smooth, bare belly and bra-clad, tanned tits, she continued, if a little more shakily. "If, um. If the Pink Circle were to perform or produce projects on campus, what sort of events or products would you be interested in seeing?"

"Mm, how about pulling trains? Like, you send a Pink Circle member to a club, she spends the whole day there. Of course, she doesn’t have to empty every set of balls, I’m not a slave-driver! Just... most of them.”

He started talking more excitedly as his enthusiasm ramped up. “And used panty sales... Ooh, and the most important one, sex education. We need to teach more girls that condoms are the devil, and you’re doing your boy a biiig favour by letting him go raw! And pumping every last drop of cum inside, swallowing... Mm! Should be easy to synergize a "pink circle" with the idea of cumming inside, right?"

The half-naked feminist cringed visibly at the word “cum.” She kept looking worriedly at the movement of Klein's hand, hoping to get her panties back clean. Or cleanish, at least; she'd rather burn them or toss them and walk home without them than wear a sticky pair. Even the mental image of it had her squirming uncomfortably in her seat, although the reaction was completely misinterpreted by Klein.

Twilight drew her shirt off entirely and set it on the table. She was now wearing only her bra and skirt. With a huff, she went back to her clipboard, as if focusing on it will protect her from the current obscenity.

"Uh," she stammered, "You... you're actually against condoms? You expect to teach young girls to go without? That's terrible advice. Don't you think sex education should be preparing girls to be safe and protected?"

Twilight couldn’t stop blushing, and her mind was nervously racing from topic to topic. Klein may not be able to see, but sitting there with no panties and her legs just casually held open under the table was making her feel intensely vulnerable, and the uncomfortable situation gave her little ability to focus on her sheets.

"Mm? Who cares about safety? If some slut isn't on the pill and gets pregnant, it's most unlucky for her, but I couldn’t care less. She should have kept her thighs together...”

“But actually, when I first came to college, I tried using protection 'cause my parents told me to, but that didn't last long... One of the first girls I met just about ripped the thing clean out of my hands and threw it away, telling me I had to try it bare. I've never worn one since! Nnn, it's just amazing... And the difference is there for them, too.”

He paused, then laughed as he remembered exactly who he was talking to. Right. Prudie McPruderson. “You probably don't know what I'm talking about, but you fuck a gal with a condom on, she kinda sits there like a dull fish. She's really only getting the stimulation from the latex thudding on her hot spots. How's that fair to her, huh? But bareback, nnn. I've seen bitches just go ballistic.”

“That raw, flesh-on-flesh sex like nature intended is just... Their eyes cross, they writhe under you like they're possessed, all from being able to feel every little bump and knob of my dick against their bare pussy walls and not having the sensation blunted at all. It's just not right to deny a bitch that, now is it?"

Twilight watched. She fidgeted visibly, keeping her legs obediently spread, as she said she would. She was just glad for the safe obscurity of her position. She bit her lip unconsciously as Klein described bareback sex, but he can also see her growing visibly uncomfortable, perhaps... grossed out? She recoiled once or twice in the story, and even that slight movement was enough to set her tits jiggling enticingly for him. Even as tightly-restricted as they were in that bra, their soft, silky flesh was all but spilling out over those cups. Even... is that, perhaps, a faint hint of rosy areola at the edges? Hard to tell like this. "Th-that sounds... you do make a case for it, but-- that's not exactly the message..."

Klein finally shifted his grip on his cock, lifting her panties up above the table for a second. They were now visibly dripping with rich, creamy semen that oozed off onto the table in globs. "D-Damn... Got a little carried away, heheh. Mmm, this turned out to be way more fun than I thought it would!"

Klein was having a lot of fun messing with her, and her responses only got better when he showed off the cum-soaked panties. The feminist not only lurched, but even gagged! She was utterly disgusted, both physically and morally, and her brow creased. "I - I can't believe you just did that with me sitting right here!" she managed through the hand nearly clamped over her mouth.

Her aversion to cum was blaringly obvious, which made her reaction to her panties all the funnier. "Toss them in the trash or something, don't put them on the table!"

"Mm? Why would I throw them in the trash?" he asked. He scooted back on his chair a bit and revealed the strongest anti-feminist weapon in young Klein's arsenal: that plump, drooling cock.

It was huge, of course, reaching up well past his belly button, and he held it with thumb and forefinger as he presented it to her, teasingly wiggling that rigid meat from side to side. He peeled the foreskin all the way back, flaunting the fat head that was so much bigger and meaner-looking than the shaft, like a focal point for his misogyny. She could just imagine how many previously-innocent girls that big monster had rampaged around inside of. "I'm not done with them yet. Here, watch this."

He gripped her panties and slung them around his shaft, then began furiously jacking off with them, staring at her body the entire time. Her fat tits, her narrow shoulders, her long legs, it was all so tasty and it didn't take him much more to finish.

The college bull hunched up in his chair, feet raising off the ground, toes curling, and there was a single, loud and sticky splat inside her panties. She didn't see any sperm, because it was all trapped in the fabric. But what she did see was a few bubbles expand up for a second between his fingers. Then they popped, the fluid ending up Celestia-knows-where.

"Y - you - you can't!" Twilight stammered, unable to find the words. Her mouth hung open and her eyes fixated on that disgusting, throbbing cock bared in front of her as casually as one would wave “Hello!” She stared blankly, almost mesmerized, and her jaw merely hung agape, a tiny drip of saliva starting to form on her lower lip. She was absolutely dumbfounded, aghast and incredulous at the brazen action, though it could certainly look like something else... and perhaps, deep down, it was.

He sagged visibly, then tossed the panties on top of her clipboard, staining it with just as much semen. Her panties landed with a loud "slap", the kind of noise they'd make if he'd dipped them in a bucket of water beforehand. They were soaked with semen. "Next question."

"Oh my god!" the young lesbian gasped, all but recoiling as the sticky, soaked panties were made even wetter. She looked like she'd been shot when they landed wetly on her clipboard. She gagged visibly at the sight and the sound of them, looking physically nauseated, and tossed the clipboard away onto the table as though it were on fire. "That's disgusting!"

Yet despite her reaction, her legs were still held wide open under the table.

Klein chuckled and considered getting up to go.

The smell of his sperm has soaked into the table and was invading her nostrils. Even plugging her nose didn’t seem to help too much, it was already inside, coating her poor brain, soaking her mind. “You look like you’re having some trouble with the smell,” he chuckled.

“Too overwhelmingly masculine for you? I guess they don’t prepare new feminists for it.”

Klein laughed, before launching into another mouthy tirade against her. “Hey, maybe the main reason there isn’t much gender equality around these parts is... when girls like you are faced with equal wages and equal rights and getting to slurp down creamy, sticky, delicious sperm, they’d much rather get a mouthful of sack and start sucking. Mm?”

He rose from his chair and stood over her. "... No more questions, I guess? Nnn, and here I am with nobody to give me and little Klein some aftercare, heheheh. I might have to find someone else if you’re not gonna help.”

Twilight stammered anxiously. "W-wait!" she interrupted as Klein moved. He was standing in front of her with his sticky cock out fully.

"Don't go! We have to finish this. We've come so far!" She still had her legs spread wide under the table like it was no big deal, and though it was easy to tell how disgusted she was by the thought of cum, those legs sure suggested something. She gulped nervously, and as the cocky, half-naked man waved his woman-oppressing, feminist-shaming prick in her face, it was clear what she wanted. One angry, presumptuous request later and she was stammering, blushing, and even shooting angry, indignant glares.

But sure enough, the spread-legged, grossed-out feminist agreed begrudgingly, even as she made an audible whimper at the sight of that intimidating prick and the absolutely nauseating, vile cum smeared along it.

Twilight gulped nervously, keeping her seat by the standing misogynist, looking about as scared as a little girl who's just been told that monsters are real. She kept glancing between Klein and his cock, fidgeting more and more the closer he got, seeming on the edge of the panic.

It seemed that she instantly picked up on the smell, and the quick huffs confirmed it. She pushed herself toward him that filthy cockhead rose up. She found herself between his legs, with a hand on his thigh. She had the looks of a bitch in heat, even though her hips were wiggling left to right like a cat ready to pounce on its prey. Twilight’s nails dug onto the fabric of Klein’s pants, showing the intensity running through her veins at the moment.

"Just... just the very, very tip though, okay?" she insisted, laying down the rules. "Not even the full head!"

Klein lay a hand on the back of Twilight's head, and gently guided her down towards his hot, stiff shaft. "Mm, sure. Just get comfy and I'll show you how to get started..."

Twilight's lips trembled prettily as they were brought closer and closer to that twitching cockhead. It lifted up suddenly like a predator alerted to its prey, looking painfully stiff. She had just a second to admire how rigid and needy it looked as it quivered there before a big, sticky glob of semen emerged from the tip and ran down the shaft. That alone might've been enough to make her quit: she didn't want this stuff inside her mouth, but the hand around her head firmly guided her in until her dickpillows were dimpled cutely with the shape of him. First, he drove his cock into her upper lip, flattening it against her mouth, then he settled it between them.

"Use your tongue..." he coaxed her, and soon she was nervously rolling it around the tip of his shaft. Klein grunted, drew back, and just poised himself there for a moment as it hung before her eyes.

Klein stood over her, crotch at eye level with the cutie as she knelt on the floor. It was the classic image of female supplication: a beautiful girl being towered over by a perverted man who was thrusting his smelly crotch into her pretty face.

Her nostrils were assaulted by the pungent, squid-like odour of cock-stink. Klein slapped his stiff dick against her pink cheeks, and the smell only got stronger. It wasn’t a nice smell, not one bit! It was an ugly smell made by gross equipment. His leaking, fat cock left slime-trails up her face as he rubbed it on her cheeks.

"Just do what comes naturally... Except it looks like you already are." He jostled his member against her face, giving her light slaps with his engorged, sperm-producing nuts. One firm smack to her ear, the other to her lollipop-sucking hole, a juicy and warm home for big dicks and full ballsacks.

Twilight reached up and got a hold of that overly thick bitch-tamer, stroking it as soon as her fingers wrapped around the length as much as they could.

His penis squished wetly as she took it in her hands, a mixture of sloppy body oils, sweat and spunk dripping down his pole and along her hands to her wrists. She had to heft the meaty mega-dick like a barbell, that manly, veined hotdog-dick over a foot in length.

Such a heavy dick! So veiny and rich-smelling! The urethra was nice and loose from pushing out all his cum, and she could have easily slotted her tongue inside his slit if she’d wanted. Twilight started by wrapping her lips around the huge cock, wincing at the taste.

"Hey... Maybe it’s my turn to quiz you, mm?” teased Klein. “How’s this dick make you feel, feminist? You probably want to rape my cock with your face, right?"

Twilight didn't know it, but Klein was gonna thrust it all the way into her throat in one motion. He looked down at her innocent, unprepared face, and just imagined how startled she'd look in a few seconds when her throat was bulging visibly with cock. He almost came right there from the mental image, then brutally swung his hips forwards.

As he drove it between her cheeks, making her gulp down cum, he continued teasing the Club President. "Am I right? You want to bulge your cheeks with semen. I bet you’d swallow every last drop and let it fill up your semen-tank gut. Even the cute ones like you are always craving a sloshing, bulging stomach of cum!"

Struggling to deal with the filthy scent, Twilight’s eyes rolled back in her skull until she was staring defiantly up at him. She glared at him as she supported his cock with her mouth.

She was still trying to handle having her mouth so full. It gave an embarrassingly stupid expression, with tears welling in her eyes as she tried to stretch her jaw as wide as possible to handle him. She was making some progress, albeit at a slow pace, pushing herself to the limit.

The co-ed’s drool and Klein’s cock-slime was starting to dribble down her front, pooling on her now-exposed cleavage. It leaked down between her fat tits to cover her firm belly, a tummy that Klein gauged more than ready to get stretched with all the semen she was “doubtlessly” craving.

Twilight’s poor tongue was getting the worst of it! The fleshy member squirmed around the pole invading her body, pleasuring the bull’s broad shaft even as she worked to force him out! Her efforts to get that big dick out of her face weren’t producing much in the way of results, each writhe of her nimble tongue only seeming to scoop up another big dollop of his precum up and tuck it into the back of her mouth. And the unclean fluids oozing from the slit on the head of that big cock were bad enough, but what happened next was simply unforgivable! One horny thrust from Klein was all it took to inadvertently bury her tongue under his foreskin... and then she had to deal with washing his nasty cockhead clean!

Klein popped off in just a few minutes! With a deep, longing growl he grabbed her tightly by the hair and crammed his boiling rod into her throat down to her belly. A gushing tidal-wave of semen rushed along the shaft of his cock, then out the tip and began noisily squirting into her stomach. It was embarrassingly loud, the "Pshhhh!" gushing sound filling the quiet room with its lewdness.

Her belly visibly wobbled out a little as her slender figure was ruined by awful men and their womanizing dicks. Her beautiful-on-the-outside body was a goopy, gushing ocean of bubbling jizz on the inside. Totally disgusting~

He drew his shaft out, and she thought the nightmare might finally be over... Only to immediately get cum splashing all over her face! The rich, high-born girl was getting bathed in spunk, left reeking from the contents of Klein’s big balls. He shot onto the side of her face, striking her directly in the eye with a gushing cum-shot that went on and on. It went over her head and into her hair, all over her chest and further beyond. He splattered her bra to her body, sticking the fabric to her pearly white skin with an adhesive layer of male gunk that would ruin the fabric for life.

Klein continued cumming for some time, turning his thick-as-glue jizz loose on Twilight Sparkle with no regard for her at all. He lined his cock up with her mouth a second time, then tugged her forwards, in the same way one would handle a fleshlight. He groaned as warmth enveloped him and redoubled his output. Glug glug glug~

Eventually that hose-like glugging and hissing slowed to a crawl... And when she came back to reality he was wiping his dick clean in her hair. Klein let out a teasing little laugh as he began zipping his pants up... and made for the door.

“Wait...” Twilight groaned, coughing up a big bubble of cum that immediately popped right across her face.

“Mmm?”

“Your results... Glub blub...” She lifted up the sheaf of paper, some of which were turned almost completely clear. Rivulets of semen dribbled the blue-lined pages that had once been the culmination of Klein’s quiz answers, now little more than ruined garbage. The efforts of feminist intelligence gathering, of which he’d completed less than a third of, had been completely ruined by those smelly shooting jets of nut-batter!

Even now, long trails of semen were slowly dribbling down the document, splattering onto the kneeling girl’s stockings. She gave it a demonstrative shake with the intent of showing just how much seed had soaked into the wood pulp, which only resulted in the oozing cum splattering all over the desk... and her body. She shuddered as the cooling goop washed her bust a second time over, looking up at Klein helplessly.

"Ohhh... Heh. It’s cool. I think we got the gist of things, anyway.”

Klein picked up the cum-dripping panties from where they were still laying on the nearby desk they’d been sitting at and hooked a finger in the waist-band. He sling-shot fired them across the room, where they wrapped around Twilight’s face with a wet splat. The impact was enough to topple the weakened girl, and she collapsed on her back in the largest semen-puddle of them. “Keep fightin’ the good fight, babe. I’ll catch you later, heheheh~”

Twilight stared up at the ceiling through the haze of jizz. She couldn’t see much: not with one of her eyes still sealed shut by those whipping ropes of spunk he’d attacked her with. She gurgled as bubble after bubble formed between her lips, then loudly popped.

Well, on the bright side, that had been the last male response she’d needed for her survey!

Gilda 1
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The Pink Circle

Gilda 1

Author's Note

As promised, this chapter begins the Gilda story, which should cover the next 4-5 or so chapters of this story, before we check in on Fluttershy again. It's one of the single longest things I've ever written.

This one is mostly setup: it's going to be a slow-burn like the original chapter. Although Zecora, Applejack and Fluttershy do get some cute cameos.

Gilda 1

"If I wanted to fuck someone who looked like a boy, I wouldn't have bothered leaving the frat house to come see you, Gilda." That sort of comment was exactly what she'd always loved about Klein. He might be brusque and uncouth, but she'd never had cause for a moment to believe he saw her as anything but "one of the guys."

Despite her soft face and girlish features, Gilda dressed, acted and lived in a way that carefully downplayed it. A mean dyke by her own description, she hated frilly outfits and all "girly" activities and always preferred to wrestle, knock heads and play rough. The big G liked to dress casually, and she was much more comfortable in old shorts and black tank tops than the pretty pink dresses the man-hungry hussies wore around the college.

She liked to highlight her disinterest in fashion, a carefully-made fashion statement in its own. Some might say she was trying too hard, but they'd certainly be careful not to say it within earshot of her.

So what did it matter if her body was made for male pleasure? So what if she sported a huge pair of soft, heavy breasts on her chest and between her thick thighs there was that hot-spot oh so very well-suited to milking the semen out of men's breeding sticks? It didn't matter to Gilda's good buddy Klein one bit!

He was a known womanizer, but she had zero interest in men and he knew it. So what's the harm? He understood she was a muff-diving dyke through and through. One who wanted to pin down hot girls and screw just as much as he did. No sexual intersection, but they sure did have a lot in common! Gilda was basically just another one of Klein's "male" drinking buddies.

As a matter of fact, Gilda was seeing Klein tonight! After telling her they'd lost their fourth for poker, he'd invited her to come out tonight for card games, beer and movies. Strictly a "Just us guys," thing. And somehow the thought of getting to be one of the boys, sitting around a card table under a swinging light bulb and sipping a Coors... It was downright exciting! It was nice to have someone on "the other side" to talk to.

She wanted to be one of the guys, and he clearly treated her like one, plus they got to talk about the various sexy bitches around the school. What's not to love?

It wasn’t like her seeking out male confirmation had anything to do with personal issues; Klein just understood her, that's all! And today looked like a great chance to just take a nice, low pressure environment and enjoy that. She'd even brought some booze.

Gilda knocked on Klein's door. True to form, she was dressed like she'd just barely rolled out of bed.

"Hey dweebs!" she shouted, hammering the door with her fist for the third time, "Are you all too busy touching butts in there to let me in or what? "

Klein answered the door with a knowing smile. He’d yoinked that six-pack out of her hands before she even realized it was gone. "Heeey, the rug-muncher's finally here, guys."

Gilda entered the clubroom where she and the boys would be spending the next few peaceful hours playing cards. She certainly deserved to unwind a little bit after a busy week of classes!

In the centre of the room two other hormonally-charged males were sitting at a large card table. It was already adorned with empties and stacks of chips, the felt stained here and there with what she assumed was beer. Around the room there was a fridge stuffed to the brim with drinks and nibbles, a small bar and an expensive-looking HDTV hooked up to a computer sitting in the corner. That last part, a powerful desktop computer, seemed out of place at first, until she remembered this was the Audiovisual Club and all. Doubtless this was where Klein got most of his editing work done.

"You're just in time... And I'm sure a butch like you doesn't need any of the rules explained, right?" The other two boys, some very handsome young things she knew by the names of Bucky and Lupe, were laughing over Klein's light teasing.

While Gilda was taking her seat, Bucky leaned over to Klein. "Hey, what about the videos and stuff...?"

Klein shrugged in response, "We'll get there. We've got plenty of time. Why not at least play a few hands with Gilda first?"

" I didn't know we were playing Strip Poker..." said Lupe, beginning to deal the cards out.

Gilda sniggered. "Shut your fuckin' mouth. I know you can't wait to 69 your friend but keep it in your pants for a few hours."

The tomboyish young co-ed put her free hand on her hips, cocking her head to one side and shifting her weight to the other foot. Subconsciously, it was an attempt at a casual and indifferent gesture of eye-rolling frustration, but the outcome was much more suggestive and sexual than she could have ever intended. A slip like that wasn't uncommon with her body language, but it's not as though anyone would ever tell her that to her face. Gilda went largely ignorant on how damn good and curvy she looked.

"Let's get this show on the road!" Gilda bellowed. She hopped past Klein, zeroing in on that card table.

Gilda set her six-pack down on the table hard enough to make the chips clatter. "Glad I'm the only one who brought booze, or we'd all be in trouble."

"And!" she suddenly said, waggling a finger, "I sure hope you got some good movies. If I see any rom-com shit or anyone stops to talk about their feelings... Swear to dicks I'm gonna heave."

She suggestively cocked her hips the way other. "Now let's deal."

The games that followed were surprisingly tilted in her favour. Klein was barely holding his own, while Bucky and Lupe made a very poor showing. Gilda proved hard to read, because she was always boasting and rowdy, no matter how well she was doing. It made for one heck of a poker face, and in the end she came out comfortably ahead of the men.

Sometime later...

"Well don't feel too bad about it, boys. Not like we were playing for real cash, anyway." She reached over and ruffled Bucky's hair roughly, knuckles on his scalp. "You'll get it next time," Gilda smirked.

"So,” she continued, tossing that short head of white hair. It was no less magnificent for its close-cut brevity. “What now?"

Klein exchanged a smile with his two cohorts. While he'd never had a problem working a girl over bit by bit, easing her into things slow and steady, those two horny tomcats might as well have busted their shorts with all that eagerness! Gilda was hot. And not just in a forbidden fruit kind of way, she was like one step away from supermodel looks, despite her best efforts to tuck it away under boring clothes and a rowdy exterior.

And who didn't want to hilt inside a lady with a bit of a kick to her, anyway?

Klein rolled his shoulders casually and moved to turn on the TV. "Well... Actually, that might be it for you, what we're gonna do next, it ahh..."

He paused, tapping his chin as if struggling with phrasing. "It's not exactly ‘girl’-friendly, heh. Might just clash with your feminine sensibilities a tiny bit."

Before the babe could utter a protest, he went on to explain: "See, these last few Friday night poker games, me and the boys have been having a competition to see who can bag a girl in the most compromising position... Either doing something she shouldn't, like having public sex, or getting a good girl to do anal..."

Lupe grinned from his seat. "Or cheating."

Klein looked a tiny bit perturbed, but raised his hands in a "Well, what can you do?" gesture. "Ah, yeah, I'm not sure Gilda needed to hear about that one, Lupe! But, mm, yeah, there's definitely bonus points awarded if we can get a girl to do racy stuff when she already has a boyfriend. We're not embarrassed to kinda push the boundaries here. Heheheh."

"We take videos where we can, but we'll settle for photos, too... And we try to keep it to strictly PG-stuff like kisses and make-outs, it's not like we have hours and hours of footage of girls being pounded or anything." Now there's a big fat lie~ "The poker games are to see what order we show off in. Bucky came last, so I guess he's going first this week, mm?"

Bucky grinned from ear-to-ear, the dark-skinned sleazebag already super eager to show off just what he and his stiffy had been up to on campus this week.

"So, mm, no offense, but it might be best if you toddled on back to the girl's dorm, Gilda." Klein said the word "girl" like a challenge. It sooo obviously was.

Gilda grinned broadly, furrowing her brow. "You trying to scare me, Klein? C'mon, I thought you knew me better than that."

"Oh no!" Gilda pleaded in a faux-girly voice, "Not sexy women! I definitely can't handle those!" She leaned forward, pressing her hands together beneath her chin in a dainty gesture, not realizing her elbows pressing together squashed her tits enough to be quite worth a glance. They were clearly quite restrained beneath her heavy black sports bra, the edges of which occasionally peeked up above the collar of her loose tank top. She never seemed to notice, or at least, not to mind.

Oblivious to her inadvertent show, Gilda scoffed. She blew a raspberry, then got up from her chair and dropped herself back on the sofa, kicking her feet up. "Please. If you've got some dumbass blonde bimbo flashing her panties or something you know I am all over that. I'm not gonna write to the Dean about exploitation or some shit."

Gilda let out a hoot of laughter, wrapping her arms around her midsection to nurse her aching sides. "Fuck, man, if I've talked "straight" girls into eating me out, you think I give a shit about boyfriends?" The pervy gal was nearly salivating at the thought of honest-to-goodness innocent cuties waggling their titties for the camera. "Boyfriends can fuck off. Let's get to the slutty bitches."

"Well..." began Klein, as if weighing up his options.

Gilda grinned, rolling her finger in midair to pantomime a film reel. "If you're watching homemade Girls Gone Wild, you better believe I'm in!"

Times like this made Klein happy he'd been born a man. Seems like a day didn't go by where some dippy, air-headed slut was being dragged around by the wet slit between her legs, making bad decisions every step of the way. God bless you, Gilda, for a little bit of selective phrasing being all it takes to get you agreeing to sit down to watch our homemade porn in our private room, alone and unchaperoned.

"Well, you heard her, boys. Gilda wants to see some titties and ass. Let's not keep her waiting!"

Bucky nodded and stood up. He paused over Gilda's cards for a second, really baffled that she'd been able to crush him so soundly, but he certainly couldn't see any signs of cheating. Shit, maybe she really was just a dude at heart. If that was the case, then it sucked to be her: if she'd been born with a cock between her legs instead of that tempting, plump pussy, she wouldn't be getting a lengthy tour of the pleasures of being a pet to men tonight!

The blondey took a seat at the computer, fishing a video camera's memory card out of his pocket and popping it in. "Mm, let's get started, then..." Klein and Lupe got comfy on the couch.

Klein patted the spot between the two of them. "Hey Gilda, get that fat ass parked. These sessions ain't exactly short with the way we rake these dumb bitches in." He could've just said "rake it in" if he was worried about being polite, but dropping vulgar words like that around her and not having her bat an eyelid was his new favourite thing!

"Eat shit." Gilda grinned in sarcastic response. She stomped down on Dean’s foot, making the pervert wince in pain. It was childish teasing at best, but then, no one in the room was looking particularly mature.

The top heavy tomboy cracked a beer as the monitor glowed to life and the photos started to roll one by one. The first image to pop on the big screen was a rather innocent and fully clothed picture of a rather unmistakable dark skinned girl.

"Shit, you guys got Zecora to star? Holy shit! I woulda swore she was a dyke with ink like that," Gilda laughed, gesturing to the coloured tattoos across the girl's chest and arms. "This is gonna be great. I’ve never been with a girl like her, you know?"

She leaned over to nudge Bucky in the ribs. "I bet she'd be wild in the sack. You get all the way with her?"

Lupe shushed Gilda and she quieted her blabbermouth with a reluctant grumble, settling in to watch more. The following slideshow was quite nice, though it suggested Bucky wasn't able to close the deal after all. Still some fine images: Zecora with her shirt more and more open, until at last it was hanging totally unbuttoned, draped like a vest over her ample black tits. "Fuck, I was kinda hoping she'd have tit-tats. Oh well."

While the boys seemed content to look quietly, Gilda was only getting more and more boisterous! "Damn, though, look at those melons!" she said. The uncouth cutie was grinning as she leaned forward. "And no bra! What a slut!"

The rest of the shots were fairly soft-core. A few teasing shots of her shirt coming off, but only some bare, and then mostly "artistic" and not too direct or exploitative. There was a great shot near the end of her with her pants unbuttoned and striped panties showing, which was enough to get Gilda out of her seat, pumping a fist in the air and cheering "Woooooo!"

But no full nudes! The last shot was of Zecora bowing, topless, with an embarrassed, yet strangely coy smile on her face.

"Fuck, I gotta say I'm actually kind of impressed. I didn't know you had it in you! Zecora! Hot damn. Those were some fine fuckin' tits, too." Gilda finished her beer. "This is pretty fuckin' nice. You shoulda invited me sooner."

"Mm, yeah, a lot of the girls who end up on video are like that... Just horny little bimbos looking for male approval. Pretty funny, right?"

Bucky smiled as he finished the slideshow up. "We've got another modelling session lined up for next week. I can just about smell the pussy."

Next up was one very familiar light-skinned blonde: a star student of the Vet school, Gilda just about lost her shit when the camera started rolling. Seemed like the willowy, white-haired boy had a thing for boisterous and exuberant gals!

The picture set took place inside a mostly empty barn and, amazingly, Applejack was nude from the get-go. "I barely even needed to do anything," said Lupe with a smile. "As it turns out, the Vet school students were already doing a nude Calendar every year."

Gilda rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I've seen it... Big deal, they're always hiding the good stuff! Who gives a crap?"

Gilda popped open another beer. " Nice fuckin' rack, though," she smirked.

Klein shushed her while Lupe continued, "Mm, that's why after I offered to do the shooting for this year's one. I got her to agree to a few private shots."

When the more comprehensive nudes come up, Gilda whistled appreciatively. "What a figure! Who knew she was hiding all that! What a damn shame to let tits like that go to waste under those stupid poofy shirts she wears," she remarked, gesturing at the folded clothes at the edge of the shot.

" I might've sabotaged the equipment a little bit, too," said Lupe mysteriously. Before Gilda could ask, he clicked to the next freeze-frame. It showed a pair of green panties being held up, the camera focused on the crotch. They were... stained thickly, some sort of goopy, white and creamy fluid all over the inside! Mostly it had just turned the material slightly darker, but the bubbly, thick puddle in the middle was unmistakable as something boys should keep well away from women's clothing!

Gilda faltered. Now that was unexpected. When the messy, goopy white stain came up on camera front and centre, she stopped drinking mid-sip. Her eyes widened a little and her brow furrowed again. The busty butch gal almost pulled back in her seat. "Ugh," she muttered quietly in disgust, to herself. "I hope that's not yer fucking jizz. That's gross."

And it only got worse. For as tough as she acted, it seemed Gilda's feathers were easily ruffled. The next shot was a close-up of Applejack pulling the panties up. It had perfectly captured the moment when that cloudy, thick and smelly white stuff was poised just an inch from her pussy. When the ominous, obvious stain got close to Applejack's crotch, Gilda tensed up visibly, and shuddered when it finally made contact. "That's fucking weird. Sick!" she murmured, laughing her boisterous laugh, though it sounded a bit more uncomfortable now.

And then the next shot was the panties tightly conforming to the shape of Applejack's mound.

There'd been so much semen pooled in the crotch that the cowgirl forcing the material against her thick and plump lower lips had squished it against the inside of the confined space, and made it begin to leak down her thighs. In the rest of the photo-shoot, glossy white fluid was visible on AJ's strong, muscular legs in almost every single shot!

Klein couldn't help but grin, obviously proud of his little buddy. "Mmm, she seems pretty happy to be moisturizing her pussy with your jack-off sauce, buddy. Maybe you should try getting her to wear it on the inside next time, too."

In response, Lupe skipped to the next photograph of Applejack drinking a tall glass of unusually cloudy milk, then wiping a creamy residue off of her chin after with a big smile. "I might... She seems to like the taste of it just fine."

Gilda's visible discomfort seemed to reach its peak when the white glass showed up. She nearly spat her beer out, and made every effort to hide what almost appeared to be an involuntary gag. Clearly she wasn't a fan of the sticky white stuff. "Oh god, that better not be what I fucking think it is." As Applejack downed it in the photos, Gilda cringed, turning her glance away and pretending to look for another beer.

When it ended at last, the titsy tomboy shook her head. "That's fucked up," she laughed. "What kind of kinky fucking weirdo slut agrees to shit like that? You're a fucking deviant, Lupe." she taunted, kicking her foot at him from the sofa. Her colour seemed to be returning a bit - she looked a little pale during that last sequence.

"Oooh, looks like Gilda's allergic to ball-spunk, guys," laughed Klein. "Hey, you know, hate to break it to you, but you're in a room with three hung, virile boys... Fuck, even Bucky's got a big, thick one, I see it sliding into girls I was meant to be fucking first more than enough!"

He punctuated the statement with a punch to the little twink's arm that made Bucky squeal. "Nnnph, can't help it! That girl you brought back here last week, hoooly shit. I don't think I had a drop of jizz left in me after she was done!"

His tide of lewd praise was momentarily brooked as the young, dumb collegiate struggled to remember the specifics of the floozy he'd pumped so much cum into. "What was her name again?"

Klein shrugged. The face rose to his memory, eyes rolled back slightly, sperm gumming one of the purple-haired girl's eyes shut while her make-up dripped down her face. And her mouth looking more like a sex orifice with the amount of spunk dripping out of it! But the name? Well...

"Don't remember. But we fucked her right over there on the card table, heheh. Not aaaall those stains are beer."

Klein rolled his shoulders. "We're healthy young boys, Gilda. We make a lot of spunk." He crudely punctuated the statement by making a lewd jacking-off motion with his hand, tongue half-out.

"We pump out more jizz and seed into the girls round here than a whole sperm bank! Are you really that surprised?" He waggled a finger at the couch she was sitting on, drinking in her growing discomfort. "You might just be marinating in some right now, heheheh."

At that suggestion, Gilda jumped off the couch with a squawk. It was like she'd just sat on a hot stove. She absent-mindedly patted her ass, dusting the seat of her shorts, and looked for another place to sit in the most falsely-disinterested manner she could muster.

"But I mean, hey," Klein continued, "It's not like we ever did anything wrong. It's only the ones who spread their legs at the drop of a hat getting their wombs painted. That's exactly what those snot-nosed dykes over at the Pink Circle ain't getting: it's not like we'd ever need to force some gal to chug a litre of jizz, not when there's so many horny, busty chimpanzees lining up for the privilege. You dig?"

The casual talk about a subject Gilda was particularly distasteful of was hard to respond to. On the one hand, seeing them talk so flippantly about it somehow put her at ease. They weren't putting up false appearances, they were comfortable with her. It all seemed to indicate she was one of them now. She found that particularly encouraging. Gilda laughed nervously, doing her best to shrug it off.

On the other hand, it certainly ruffled her feathers to hear about the juicy details, as it were. Naked chicks were great, but she could leave the jizz discussion. She shivered a little, shrinking in her seat. She bit her lip as she laughed with them.

Though the busty babe kept up a tough appearance, Klein spotted her discomfort.

"You guys are fucking gross," Gilda scoffed in that old teasing tone, rubbing her arm unconsciously. "Someone pass me a beer. I knew something in this place fucking reeked."

Klein laughed as he opened up a beer, passing it to the dykey gal. Inwardly, he was pleased with how well she was taking it. Things were way past the point where a sensible girl would've made her excuses and left, but Gilda seemed determined to fit in. "Tell you what, Gilda... Since you're being such a good sport about it, I've saved the best for last," said Klein, smiling ear to ear.

He reached into his pocket and held a little photograph up for her inspection, and it was a girl she recognized immediately. A girl who was the stuff of dreams.

Fluttershy.

Every boy wanted to pound her senseless, every dyke wanted to bully her and touch her pussy and those whoppers hanging off her chest. She'd always been thought of by Gilda as strictly off-limits ever since she'd not only gotten a partner, but a boy and yet... Their college's resident sex goddess was here in a photo, stark naked. Of course, the photo was coy about it: it was a headshot, the pinkette blushing bright-red with her head slightly downcast and her soft lips apart just a scootch. Her shoulders were bare, and the tops of those immense heaving melons were just barely visible. The photo showed everything from the spot on her chest where they began to thrust outwards from her body with all the weight her fragile teenage body could support, right up to a few inches above where her nipples would logically be seated on those lewd watermelon tits. The deep "V" of cleavage formed even when she was topless and braless was a testament to just how incredibly, cartoonishly heavy-chested the girl was. You could ogle a million girls and not find another this stacked.

Klein let Gilda stare at the photo for a few seconds, then tucked it back in his pocket. Next, he raised a portable hard drive. "We have a sex tape."

He didn't say who was in the sex tape, but it should be obvious by now. "You can act like you're grossed out, but I bet you'd like to see the face she makes when she cums, right? She was so obviously the kind of girl who prefers it unprotected, too, she was squeezing it so much after the rubber came off."

He tossed the hard-drive from one hand to the other, grinning at Gilda as his perverse words rolled over her. "I don't think she even cared if she got pregnant at the end or not. What a cow."

"But, well, if we're gross, I can just put it away and we can go back to playing Poker..."

At first, Gilda uneasily ran a hand through her spiky purple-highlighted white hair, trying not to look too worried. Keeping up appearances was a big concern for the dykey co-ed. She bit her lip, staring at the drive. The temptation was amazing. She had spoken with Fluttershy a few times, but they were immensely disagreeable and Gilda had eventually snapped at the ditzy, pink-haired, walking pair of tits.

So to see her not just naked, but getting worked over, it would be pretty nice. But it was going to be worked over by a guy, and one she knew, no less. It could be uncomfortable. And if there was really a creampie, she'd have to look away. Still, to see those tits bouncing before her...

"Fuck it," Gilda finally responded, sighing and shrugging heavily, unconsciously fixing the loose strap of her bra and looping it back over her shoulder. "Let's watch. I'll still respect you in the morning," she taunted, doing her best to cover up her discomfort.

Gilda bit her lip in nervous anticipation as the reel began to play. The film certainly started promising: Fluttershy holding her tits with both hands, almost struggling just to hold them up, then bouncing them suggestively for the camera. "Oh, fuck," Gilda exhaled hotly, watching. She wondered idly what would happen if the guys in the room knew how close she was in cup size to the top-heavy tits jiggling before them now.

And it only got better. The camera panned down to her bare little snatch and lit it up in loving detail. "She looks kind of uncomfortable," Gilda mused quietly. "You sure this is all above bar?" Gilda may not care if Fluttershy had a boyfriend, but somewhere in the back of her mind she wondered just how much consent had been involved.

Unfortunately for her, the really pleasing and unspoiled bits don't last long. The camera dropped, and it appeared Klein set it on a nearby shelf to film hands-free while he unzipped. To Gilda's absolute dismay, the camera's framed really well on the young man's crotch. She winced internally, shrinking back as he took his zipper down slowly on the screen. She awkwardly, uncomfortably glanced between the monitor and Klein himself.

Things only get worse as that cock slowly, finally came into frame, standing huge and imposing, so veiny and hairy as to be almost scary. She tried to look away as casually as possible, even bringing her beer up to "incidentally" cover her eyes, but there was no escaping the drippy one-eyed monster on the screen. Soon, her discomfort was palpable. When it finally moved towards Fluttershy, she found herself not anticipating the penetration, even though it would get that slut moaning and jiggling.

Gilda scoffed aloud, trying to break the tension, but knowing it was Klein's as he sat in the same room as her made her feel even more awkward.

Fluttershy slipped down obediently onto her knees on the floor, her little pink tongue lashing across her lips as she came eye to eye with that fat cock. "H-Hello, Mister Penis," she said, giving a surprisingly sly wink to the camera. She tucked her hair behind her ear, keeping one hand holding it there, then leaned in and took him in her mouth.

So far there was a lot less fucking than Gilda had been promised. If anything, this was glorifying the penis and the heavy nutsack hanging under it and including Fluttershy as a secondary feature!

Gilda's growing discomfort was visible to Klein. At this point, even the other two would probably be picking up on it. She fidgeted and squirmed uncomfortably as Klein's massive cock hogged the spotlight, outright getting in the way of what she wanted to see. That long, protracted blowjob got messier and messier, and had her clawing her seat. She bit her lip, trying to suffer through it, as it were, but she felt pretty damn disappointed there was so much hot, heady cock-licking and so little tit jiggling and pussy fingering. She toughed it out like a real trooper though, sticking through the whole video, like she's expecting something better to come from it all.

At least something came. It only took a few minutes of head-bobbing from the beauty, her huge tits swaying with her motions, before Klein suddenly groaned and tangled his hands in her hair. "Klein! Wait!" she squealed as her phone began to ring, but she was totally disregarded. Those strong hips thudded against her face again and again, until she gurgled and he groaned.

When the Klein onscreen seized Fluttershy's hair and started to climax, Gilda sat up angrily in her seat. She was about to begin chewing these disgusting males out, but caught herself at the last moment. In the end, she just grumbled another "joking" insult, briskly rubbing her shoulders despite the warmth in the room.

"Don't swallow..." he huffed. Klein's voice already sounded distorted from the video feed, but now it had a ragged and primal undertone to it that set the big-tit butch on edge. He picked up the camera and her phone, one in either hand. As it started ringing for the second time, he held it in the frame beside Fluttershy's face. There she was on the right, her eyes meeting his with a submissive, well-trained gaze. She'd become a little bird bath for him, her mouth and throat stuffed with thick, bubbly male ejaculate! Fluttershy continued to hold it in her mouth, staying still for the shot, even though the taste and smell must be absolutely overpowering!

Gilda reflexively gagged, making a quiet dry-heaving noise. She quickly covered her mouth, then blushed and tried to play it off. "Blegh." she groaned in hammy exaggeration, gesturing with a finger at her throat as if gagging herself, not for a second considering the other things that motion might signify to three horny boys.

On the left side of the shot, the phone was trying to receive a call from an entry that had previously been called "Darling~" but now just read "Cuckold~" Looks like Klein hadn't even let her dump the poor boy, she was stringing him along!

He finally answered the phone. The loud "Gulp!" of Fluttershy downing what felt like a whole quart of semen was picked up by the speakers. She rested on her haunches, tongue flopping and dizzy. Flootsy took the phone with a stupid, dull-eyed expression on her face. "Whuzz... Mmmgh...? Hauuugh..." Her tongue rolled out and Gilda could practically smell the squid emerging from the busty bimbo's poor, abused mouth.

"O-Oh hi, honey," she finally managed. Lupe and Bucky both high-fived Klein right then and there.

"Amazing..." gasped Gilda.

"Just keep watching," the big-dick bully responded.

In the next shot, the camera's clock had moved ahead about 30 minutes in time. Klein was nowhere to be seen, but Fluttershy and her boyfriend were sitting on the bed talking. The top half of the camera was obscured by a sheet, as if it had been tucked away under a blanket.

Fluttershy slowly leaned in to kiss the boy. But something wasn't right. Her partner couldn't see it; he was so excited for the kiss he'd closed his eyes and puckered up adoringly, but Gilda watched it all in staggering clarity. As the pinkette extended her tongue to kiss her admittedly adorable boyfriend, Gilda was able to register the slimy gunk coating her tongue in horrifying detail. Fluttershy's tongue was dripping cum!

When they kissed, Fluttershy began using her tongue much more than normal, pushing all that gluggy sperm directly into her honey's mouth. She fed him Klein's aroma and taste like he was a baby bird.

She was just about tongue-fucking her boyfriend with her lover's sperm. And it was all on tape!

"You... Taste kinda funny, Fluttershy," he said, and the pinkette let out a little squeak. She coiled a finger in her hair and glanced towards the running camera. "Umm. I must've had something weird for lunch, that's all... Don't you like kissing me?"

"No, of course I do!" he said in response. Fluttershy smiled, pushing him onto his back on the bed and climbing on top of him. "Good..." she said, as her sperm-soaked lips brushed against his once more.

Gilda squirmed through the display of cum, looking almost sickened with the spectacle and the behaviour alike. Though she looked discomforted at the final scene as well, the bully in her still couldn't help but snicker at the dramatic ignorance of her boyfriend. "What a fucking dipshit. He doesn't even realize his bouncy little girlfriend is such a bimbo bitch," she laughed, trying subconsciously to change the subject.

Klein tapped the little red X in the top right of the window and Fluttershy's perversion and debauchery was snapped shut before Gilda's wide eyes. Over the last hour, she'd seen the girls of her school transformed from the cute, innocent little sweethearts she knew them as into strippers, sperm drinking floozies and, ultimately, cock-worshipping cheaters. She'd seen Fluttershy so controlled by her own body that she'd even stoop so low as to cuckold and humiliate her boyfriend for the pleasure of an alpha male's sticky, hot cock. What an eye-opener!

Klein turned his seat to face her. Gilda suddenly realized all three boys were looking in her direction, making the rough-edged girl feel suddenly uncomfortable.

Gilda shifted in her seat, glancing from the screen to Klein and the other eager boys gathered in the room around her. She might have been a little ruffled by the rather graphic and male-heavy images on screen, but she was no wilting flower. With a conscious effort, she shook her head dismissively, waving one hand at the monitor as Klein wraps up his show. "I gotta say, for a bunch of guys who claim to like women so much that sure seemed to be more about your dicks than tits and pussy," she ribbed. "If I didn't know better I'd say you guys were a bunch'a f- ... uh."

"Oh, hey, come on! We like girls!" laughed Klein. "Anyway, there you have it... Hope you enjoyed our end of things, Gilda. Now why don't we talk about your contribution."

Gilda’s eyebrows shot up. That didn’t sound promising.

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Seeing her puzzled expression, realization not fully dawning on her yet, Klein's smile got a little more naughty. "Don't you remember? The card game? Whoever came last has to show first and whoever came first has to show last. And you knocked all of us out with your poker skills, right? Sure would be a shame if we didn't end with something that can top that video..."

The other boys grinned and nodded. "Mm, you can show us a thing or two, right? It's just for fun~"

"Mm, yeah, just for fun... You're practically one of the guys already, so you should be able to show your tits or something." They shifted closer on the couch, until she felt completely backed into the corner.

The top-heavy tomboy glanced around once more, realizing all eyes were on her. Her voice trailed off and her expression changed from boisterous and confident to confused and uneasy. When they made their intent clear, she sighed, rolling her eyes. Gilda simultaneously felt relieved by their obvious request, yet uncomfortable from recent events. This wouldn't seem so ominous if not for all the footage she had just been shown.

"I should'a known you perverted little shits would be aiming at something like that," she scoffed in an almost joking tone, rolling her eyes. "All those tits and you still want to see another pair. Like you don't have the fucking internet or something.”

Gilda laughed, making light of the situation. “Is this what you guys do when I'm not here, too? You just flash each other your little pricks for show and tell or something?"

Gilda had been seated on the left-hand side of the couch, with Klein sitting in front of her and the other two boys on the couch. Over the last few minutes, Bucky and Lupe had cheekily crept along the couch, coming closer and closer, until she was fully backed up against the arm. She might not have a problem with boys most of the time, but this was a little different... The room was small and humid, the air was stale with the scent of fresh semen and she just knew those heavy cocks they had tucked away in her shorts were no doubt hardening up, blood rushing into the shafts as they got more tumescent by the second. Those veiny, throbbing, shooting cocks were sitting atop huge, swollen seed-filled nuts that were churning and aching to unload into a girl! Any girl, even a dyke!

The only thing between her and them right now were her stretched-out legs, feet upturned slightly in a subconscious effort to keep them both at bay. The boys were both grinning side by side, their hands up near her knees somewhere and her personal space very violated. It only got worse when Klein took a seat on the couch arm behind her, trapping her between horny, testosterone-fueled boys!

"Don't be such a wet blanket, Gilda... We invited you out to Poker Night to play with us, and you sure weren't complaining about us looking at other girl's chests..."

He hoisted a camera in his hand, obviously ready to take a few shots." Come on, you're not thinking about it right. We all know you're a dyke, right? We know we're not getting our dicks wet any time soon, we're just joking around. I never took you to be the uptight type."

"You can at least make a dirty face and hoist your shirt up a bit, right~?" he asked. The request seemed so simple and harmless when he phrased it like that.

Even as oblivious as Gilda was being, she noticed the guys all getting suggestively closer as the conversation went on. Maybe not consciously, but on another level she felt more cornered by the minute, like an animal being goaded into a cage.

Yet, despite the pressure and general sense of unease the boys were laying on her, Gilda did her best to brush it off. After all, like they said, she was a dyke. And they knew it. They were all friends here. They wouldn't cross too many lines, right?

Sure, she was worried, and there was an undeniable knot in her stomach telling her she's gotten in over her head, but she didn't build her reputation as a bad bitch by cowering every time she saw trouble. Quite the opposite! The brash co-ed ran a hand back through her white hair and smirked, leaning back on the ratty old couch with her legs uncrossed. "So that's how it's gonna be, huh? I knew you guys were a bunch of pricks," she scoffed.

"All right, well put that shit down. If I'm giving you guys a peek like the fucking mouth-breathing voyeurs you are, you sure aren't saving it for later." She rather dexterously lifted one of her outstretched legs, giving a view up to her loose shorts for a brief moment before using her foot to shove the camera down in Klein's hands. She did it just so, in such a way as to show how little she actually cared.

That's what this was about, after all. They were bad boys, and bad boys got their cocks sucked. Not because they were any more seductive than nice boys, but because they did things like this. If any other boys had asked to see her tits she would've kicked their asses, but after an hour of looking at women through their eyes, and seeing how many other girls had exposed their bouncing tits and thick butts to these smut-peddlers, it seemed practically... acceptable~ They'd created an environment where a woman's worth was measured by the size of her slave body’s tits, and how many dick-stiffening favours she was willing to dish out. Something like this seemed like a minimum entry fee just to hang out!

Well, it was fine as long as they respected that she was a dyke at least?

With all eyes on her, the eye-rolling beauty gripped the underside of her tank top. For the gathering of happy boys, she tugged the front up quickly for a flash. What a surprise that when the front came up, the sports bra did too, and for just the briefest moment, Gilda's bare tits were exposed to the uncomfortably horny guys in the room. They weren’t out long enough to get too much detail, but all three were treated to soft, smooth, bare flesh, lightly tanned, flat pink nipples, and gentle, rosy-coloured areola.

The boys may not have seen much, but one thing was clear in that flash: size. It was a brief glimpse, but the sheer expanse of smooth, soft titflesh surprised even Klein, and really gave the boys a new appreciation for just how heavy-duty that deceptively-simple black bra really was. She couldn't quite match Fluttershy's earth-shaking breasts, but they were obviously huge, and big enough to be a nuisance. If they were more sympathetic, the boys might have considered how inconvenient such a huge pair would be in day to day life for the cocky girl, not to mention the trouble it would cause for her bull-dyke persona.

Pulling her top up had bared her chest with great energy. It was freed in a mesmerizing arc.

Well, she got a round of cheering for that! It seemed like to these pervy pick-up artists there wasn't anyone in the whole world cooler than her right at that moment! Of course, it was to be expected... If you wanted to hang out with boys who graded women on their bodies, these sorts of favours were gonna happen every now and then.

It was gone in a flash, of course. Gilda stuck out her tongue. When it came time to put her top back on, it seemed like the hem could barely reach where it had just moments ago, to the point that the titsy tomboy even had to use both hands to force it back on. In the end, she was literally stuffing her tits back under her bra.

The image of her readjusting and trying to regain coverage, even with her shirt down, was almost as provocative as the bare articles themselves. Almost, but not quite. "You tell anyone I did that and I'll grind you up for the cafeteria's meatloaf," she threatened in a friendly, mocking tone.

The cheering died down at that! "Hey, what gives, Gilda! I didn't get a proper look!"

"Yeah, I was looking at my phone." That much was true at least, Bucky had been sneaking a photograph after the camera had been taken away.

"Mm, yeah, come on..." said Klein behind her. "I know the cup sizes of most girls in the college, don't you wanna know where you fall in the Big Breast Hierarchy?"

Gilda was still stuffing her tits back under her top when Klein moved in on her. The atmosphere was definitely getting to her. The heat, the proximity, even the stale scents, but especially all the photographs and degrading talk. Gilda gives another roll of her eyes, but her resentment seemed remarkably thin. For as tough and independent as she always acted, it was clear at least to these three how much she cared about seeming cool. Peer pressure weighed on Gilda like a ton of bricks. Everyone encouraging and complimenting her felt really good.

And besides, she practically had the whole room kneeling before her. It was hard not to like that kind of sway.

"All right, look," Gilda grumbled, despite the smirk on her face. She felt almost pleased. "Everyone put down your phones, cameras, what the fuck ever, and I'll give you a take two, okay? But that's it!"

"And if any one of you dipshits dares touch me I swear to fucking God, I'll break your hands." A pretty bold threat, but then, there was that story going around about that boy she’d sent to the hospital last quarter. It wasn’t empty words.

Gilda waited for compliance. Then, when the coast seemed clear, her hands once again rolled under her shirt. With a groan that was perhaps in protest of how difficult it was to finally get them back under control, she revealed her tits for the boys again. They bounced into view, wobbling dramatically, freed from that overly-restrictive bra. Her big melons jiggled softly as their mesmerizing momentum came to a stop.

Gilda turned just a little red, a confident smile masking her nervousness thinly, and kept both hands on the rolled-up shirt and bra. She left those fat, heavy tits exposed to the room. So much soft flesh, such smooth, gently-coloured areola blending into those flat nipples... There was no way she wasn't one of the most stacked girls on campus.

"There. Fucking happy yet, you pigs?" she taunted. Even with her heart pounding in her chest, her words were still just more playful ribbing.

The room was so quiet she could practically hear their three cocks filling up with blood, and the semen in their nuts clamouring for her like an angry mob. These boys were horny, and they wanted to fuck her bad.

Amazingly, through sheer force of will, all of them kept their clothes on and their hands down, resisting the innately-born urge to throw themselves at curvaceous, fertile females and pin them down and fuck. Although she did notice a few drool-trails being wiped up here and there! Bucky adjusted the crotch of his pants, giving his cock a quick stroke at the same time.

Klein moved a little closer. Only to freeze when she shot a dirty look in his direction. "Not touching... Just... Lemme get a feel for the size." The double-meaning of "feel" in this context wasn't lost on her as he made her shift sideways on the couch and turned his body to face her. Now he was sitting on the arm of the couch with his feet on the cushions, letting him really loom over the hot tomboy. His hands descended over her shoulders, hovering over her breasts as he began making a big show of taking her measurements.

Her vision was filled with just one thing only: the mountainous swells of her mega-breasts and Klein's hands hovering inches above them. His fingers twitched and curled occasionally, making her gulp. While the image of him suddenly diving in and just grabbing two huge fucking handfuls of titmeat, squeezing and pawing at them till she howled, did come to mind for her, it never actually came to pass.

"Well, mm, she's not quite as big as Floots, but it's literally only an inch or two difference... Makes me wonder what's in the water around here, when all the girls are carrying around this much sweater-flesh a piece..." He lowered his mouth to her ear and husked quietly, "... And all the boys can pump out enough cum to full coat even racks like this."

His fingers once again almost brushed her chest as he moved his hands to size up the undersides. Her skin would be prickling now from the tension in the air. "Bigger than Pinkie. You don't like her, right? You've definitely got more weight than her up here. You should be proud, heheh."

The poor white-haired bitch squirmed a bit in her seat. Gilda kept her mask of bravado for effect and self-defence, even forcing a nervous smile while the boys stared openly like she was a piece of meat. Klein's hands were still hovering over her an inch away, ready at any second to dive in and mash her tits like dough. She fidgeted and shifted her weight, fully aware of her heart pounding away so loud it was starting to echo in her head. But despite the internal discomfort and the beads of sweat forming on her forehead, Gilda somehow managed to convince herself she was playing it cool.

Once Klein finished his "measurements", Gilda quickly yanked her top down again. She stuck out her tongue tauntingly and stuffed her almost comically oversized tits back under her bra, with some difficulty. She barely even noticed that the move brushed the soft swells of the undersides of her tits against Klein's fingertips for a moment, the same action shoving them away a moment later.

Still, for one wonderful half-second the heat of those heavy globes was on his hands, almost unnoticed. "I hope you're happy, you presumptuous little prick," she prodded in that friendly sort of ribbing way only two friends can truly insult each other.

"Anyway. That's all you guys are getting. I think you've seen plenty of tit for now. And don't forget what I fucking said. You don't tell anyone about this shit. I'm only doing it because you guys are that pathetic and you got me a little peep on Fluttershy and that tattooed hottie." With her tits covered, Gilda quickly started to cool down again, the tension lightening, if only slightly.

She tried to put her nervousness aside. "So, someone wanna get me another fucking beer or what?" she laughed. "Surely I've more than earned it."

Lupe looked positively despondent as she put her massive breasts away, squirming uncomfortably in his seat. Meanwhile, Bucky was quick to answer: "Mm, sure thing Gilda!" he said, before hopping off of the couch and skipping across the room to their little bar-fridge...

While the other boy was rummaging around in the fridge, Lupe hefted a camera and wiggled it in front of her eyes. "It's not really any fun if we don't take ANY photographs... You can at least let us shoot some with your top on, right?"

Gilda raised a brow at the presumptuous little prick, but again it seemed flattery and peer pressure worked awfully well on a girl who’d struggled so hard to cultivate her image. That image being a girl who was effortlessly, naturally cool and didn’t let anything get to her. She brushed her hand dismissively in his direction. "What is this, American fucking Beauty? You guys and your cameras."

There was creeping smile on Gilda's face. Showing little awareness of the true danger of her situation, she shrugged. "Alright, I guess, maybe we can take a few photos. But nothing, and I mean fucking nothing like those other girls, you get me?"

"I'm not a fucking plaything for you, so get that shit out of your head and don't think with your dick," she taunted. She suddenly reached out and, in a flash, punched Bucky surprisingly hard in the stomach, getting an encouraging laugh from the other two.

"What did you have in mind, pervert?" For as much as she seemed aware of their predilections, she gave them a lot of slack for her ego's sake.

"About time," huffed Lupe. To his credit, the statement that should've come out as bitchy and whiny just seemed like typical boyish chatter.

With her affirmation, it wasn't long before he was snapping shot after shot of Gilda, goading her into a variety of cute and girlish poses she might've never considered under other circumstances! It was kinda weird how even something like this could be fun when everyone was focused on you and paying attention to you... No wonder so many girls ended up prettying themselves up and posing and acting like total pervs for male attention, right?

While they were preoccupied with that, Gilda barely noticed Bucky laughing to himself as he began to make his way back across the room. "Hey, I forgot we had this thing," he said, before placing something in Gilda's hand that was most definitely not a beer.

"Here you go!" he said. At first she took the object without noticing, fingers closing around the shaft, and it was a long moment before a few facts about the object in her hand slowly began to dawn on Gilda... It couldn’t be a beer: it wasn't one bit cold or dripping with condensation, and it didn't feel like glass either. With a mounting sense of dread, her eyes were brought down to the object to find Bucky had slipped her a huge, dark, eight-inch rubber dildo that loomed menacingly in her grip! He laughed as he put her beer in her other hand.

"Mmm, we were using it on a girl last week," he teased, drawing uproarious laughter from the other two boys... They were obviously pretty smug about the little prank they'd just played on her.

Devious boys! They all stared at Gilda, wondering if she’d throw the cock-replica down to the ground and storm off, or if she’d play along cutely and try to save face? The situation they’d orchestrated made it so obvious this was just harmless fun, and she was going to look like a party-pooper if she didn't join in at least a little bit.

But that quiet Lupe kid was still snapping pictures of her, and Klein was just now joining in as well... The cameras were flashing around her and as her fingers clenched and unclenched around that huge, fleshy cock-like girth. Gilda knew she had to make a decision fast.

The muscular female brute stared at the fake cock gripped in her hand for a long moment. She had a very amusing look of surprise, and almost girlish embarrassment, on her face. Eventually, Gilda snapped back to her senses. Quite the effort, given how under the influence she was from these boys and their jarring, snapping, dizzying, flashing cameras.

But at least she was no longer frozen like a deer in headlights. The surprisingly realistic-looking toy felt thick in her hand, fleshy, hard on the inside yet soft on the outside. She squeezed it once in her hand, as if sizing the thick, dark member up.

Gilda had never used a dildo in her life. She’d stuck instead to bullet vibes, her fingers, and other girls' mouths, making this a rather startling moment. But with all the momentum that had been built up, it felt wrong to smash the brakes. Especially with all eyes on her!

"Gross!" Gilda belted out, swinging the fake cock at Bucky with an angry roar. She laughed as that grinning, self-amused idiot duck back in genuine surprise from the dildo's arc.

"Ha! You should have seen the look on your fucking face," she snickered, sticking her tongue out again. Maybe best not to make a habit of that.

"I shoulda figured you fags would have one of these laying around for personal use," Gilda taunted. She was wiggling it in the air in the most silly manner possible, as it bent and flopped around like a parody of a dick. She took a swig of her beer, finding it hard to focus on too much at once, and shook her head.

"I bet you think this is real fucking funny, get a picture of tough gal Gilda with a dildo in her hand. Fucking losers," she laughed.

The top-heavy bitch took a second swig, then wiped her forehead with her off-hand. It brought the dildo briefly around, hanging in front of her face suggestively. "Don't you guys have a fucking fan or AC or something? It's not even warm out but it's fucking sweltering in here, Jesus Christ. I can't take much more of this."

She stood, much to everyone's protest, and glanced towards the door. "I think I'm gonna get a breath of fresh air. I can barely breathe with you pigs crowding me," she smirked, elbowing Lupe a little harder than intended.

While she was talking, the boys were comparing cameras. All three of them had taken some variation of the same shot: Gilda's eyes half-lidded, her head tilted back slightly and her mouth open midway through a sentence... The large, fake'n'floppy cockhead dangling in front of her face completed the shot nicely, making for a really deviant piece!

"Sure thing!" said Klein, getting up off the couch and stretching, while the other boys continued to flick through the pictures they'd taken. "Actually, there's a really nice spot not too far from here, a really fun fountain with water effects and stuff... It's really pretty.”

He paused, letting the thought sink in. “We could head over there?"

"I'm surprised you fags can even appreciate a little school beauty in-between jamming your faces in girl's racks all day!" snorted the white-haired honey. She turned her nose up at them, but smiled all the same.

"Ooh, well, it has a tit-related purpose, heheh. We were gonna do a photo-shoot there soon with Fluttershy, we had a whooole box of clothes ready for her to wear for it.”

Klein’s eyes seemed to go far away as he recalled happy mammaries of another time and place. “It was gonna be an apology for the last two shoots we did with her where she got all exposed'n'shit, she wasn't too happy about those!”

“So this one was gonna be super-tasteful, really nice, cute outfits, just her posing on the fountain... I could show you if you wanted, actually, but I'm guessing someone with more testosterone than all of us put together isn't gonna enjoy looking at some expensive girl's clothes, right?"

He turned to Lupe and Bucky. "You two ready to go?" They both nodded and hefted their cameras, obviously not done taking photos yet!

Gilda stretched at the doorway, arms up over her head, arching her back and giving the boys a nice look at her toned ass and shapely legs. She played it all off as some totally incidental thing that just happened while she was thinking about her own thing. A faint smirk tugged at the corners of her mouth. It did feel kind of good to have them all following her so eagerly, watching her every move, desperate for more. The attention was empowering. In a way, it felt nice having these horny, dumbass boys wrapped around her little finger, ready to jump when she made the slightest command. Certainly not at all like she was the one doing what they asked.

Those other girls were brainless bitches, but Gilda knew better. She was holding the cards here, obviously. She wasn’t like those dumbass bimbos stripping on film just for a chance at some male gaze; she was leading them around by the nose! And that meant she was the dominant sex.

Still, being called manly wasn't quite what she was looking for. The testosterone-fuelled comment stuck with her for some reason. Gilda may not have been some easily-offended spokesperson for the Pink Circle, but she was pure, unbridled girl power. She could be tough and badass without having to be like a man.

There were a lot of elements affecting her decision-making at that moment. The dizziness of all those flashing cameras, the overbearing heat, and the lecherous proximity of all those horny boys. It made thinking hard, and maybe it was that combination of contributing factors that helped Gilda decide, in the end, her best solution was to emphasize her toughness and confidence without seeming like less of a woman.

So, in some strange fashion, doing exactly what they were asking her to ended up seeming like exactly the right option. Mentally, she was even patting herself on the back. She sure knew how to play these half-wits.

"Alright," Gilda shrugged, in a forced effort of nonchalance, "Go ahead and bring 'em. Why not?" She smiled, oblivious to the risks, and opened the door to the cool night air. "I know where the fountain is. Near the quad. Should be fine."

It wasn't.

Step by step, Klein outlined the evening's events. Any good stage magician would tell you that the trick to deceiving your audience was in presenting something ordinary for them to inspect to see if it was real, unaltered, normal. But of course it wasn't really... It just appeared that way. Even when the magic was happening, the audience aren't trying to figure it out... More often than not, they want to be fooled. The trick Klein played on Gilda was no exception, and went like this:

First, he showed her the box of clothes. Some of the items looked quite familiar to Gilda, including a yellow dress with butterflies she'd recognize anywhere. On the whole, the outfits were cute and charming, and while she figured out pretty fast they were using the larger garments to cover up some racy stuff like silky panties and perverted pasties, they had said she could wear anything she wanted in the box, so that was obviously fine. Clearly nothing to worry about!

When she was satisfied with the box's contents, he took her across the school grounds to the fountain, with Lupe and Bucky agreeing to bring the box along later. A minor detail that was rapidly glossed over as if it were nothing for her to concern herself with. They just had to "clean up" the clubhouse after the night's events, and it did hold up. Over about four hours of persistently feeding Gilda beer after beer, the room had ended up kinda cluttered with empties!

Soon, Gilda and the boys were all gathered together at the fountain's edge, and Klein carried out the next stage of the trick, perhaps the hardest part. Take Gilda's clothes away while giving her the box and presenting it as her only option. He coughed politely, his two cohorts remaining dead silent as they let him work his magic. He'd always had a glibness of tongue that was flawless when it came to depantsing women, one they could only dream of emulating. "There's no toilets around here, so you'll have to go and change in the bushes over there," he said, brushing it off almost immediately as no big deal.

Bucky and Lupe set the box of clothes, now smelling rather curious indeed, down near a particular bush and Klein continued talking. "Once you've taken something off, just pass it across the bush to me and we'll put them all "somewhere safe." I'll make sure your clothes don't get dirty or anything... Then you can open the box and put on whichever clothes you like, alright?"

A suspiciously familiar smell emerging from the box of clothes and the smirking faces of his cronies should have clued Gilda in that something odd was taking place here... But by then it might be too late.

The smell should have tipped her off. Their smiles should have tipped her off. The whole thing stank to high heaven, in more ways than one. But she was half-drunk, star struck, and enjoying the attention way more than a bitchy dyke like her should have. So maybe it was inevitable, just a matter of time, until Klein's magic finally took hold.

The smirking, overconfident tomboy snatched the box away handily, stepping out away from the fountain and into the relative privacy of the tall bushes. True, they couldn't see her back there, save maybe for her shoulders, shoulders which rapidly become bare, but the implication was certainly there.

"If you think this is the worst place I've had to change, you're wrong," Gilda muttered, half to the boys and half to herself. Obligingly, she handed out her clothes one by one to the boys, safely over the hedge top. First her tank top, then her dark, heavy bra, leaving her understood to be topless behind the bush and no doubt getting a rise from the boys once more.

She passed over her shorts, then a pretty plain pair of black panties, leaving her stark naked. Up until that point, Gilda hadn’t really feel particularly exposed. But even in the dark of night, handing over her last clothing article to go who-knows-where suddenly makes her acutely aware of her situation. Not a stitch on, out in a public place, on campus, at night, with three boys? If someone found her like this, it'd be a blow to her reputation for sure.

Without wasting another moment, and glad the boys can't see her expression growing slowly worried, Gilda threw open the box. The smell hit her all at once, and she nearly dry-heaved at the pungent scent. She had little experience with cocks and cum, but even she knew what that was. Gilda’s fears were confirmed when she found the top layer of clothes covered in drippy semen, leaving her forced to dig deeper for something to wear.

"You assholes!" Gilda yelped from behind cover. She was trying hard to sound tough while still keeping her voice down so she won't attract attention from anyone who might be around. She should have expected this. Should have, but didn't. Still, Gilda knew she had to wear something, so she reached into the racier stuff and produced an outfit.

A few minutes passed before Gilda finally stepped out into the light, with noticeably less confidence and bravado than before. Sure, she stood cockily, hands on her hips in a stereotypical tough-girl pose, but her outfit was far from intimidating. She had on a girly, frilly, and fairly short pink skirt, a pair of thin, narrow panties beneath in a matching bubblegum pink. Her top was “Schoolgirl 101”, a loose-made, buttoned-up white blouse that nonetheless seems rather restrictive and tight around her massive bust. Of course there wouldn't be a bra in there, certainly not one that could handle her. Still, she put on a brave face, pretending that being duped into a girly dress-up photo shoot still left the power in her hands somehow.

Klein licked his lips most appreciatively indeed as the girl stepped out from behind the bushes. Even if the clothes hadn't been splattered with semen, they'd still been marinating in it for almost 30 minutes, and the thick musk of cock seemed to hang over her wherever she went now! Even if it wasn't on her clothes yet, Gilda still felt thoroughly stained by semen.

Klein guided Gilda to the fountain with a smile, getting her to plant her enormous ass down on the stone tiles, the sound of rushing water helping her at the very least to relax and calm down a little bit... This was really stupid!

So they started out with a few modest poses here and there, her preening her hair or thrusting her chest out... His favourite of the whole bunch was one with her high-heels clicked firmly on the cobblestones under her feet, a big sly smile on her face. At that point it was faked, of course.

Gilda planted her hands on either side of her hips, proudly puffing her chest out just like a gryphon... But rather than boldly claiming her turf, it looked more like she was begging to be groped and cupped up top! That blouse was strained beyond belief, every buttonhole stretched as far to the side as it could be, fraying around the edges as the buttons tortured them in their efforts to be free... A river of cleavage extended from around her belly-button all the way up to her throat almost as the garment took a beating. It seemed like at any moment they might hear a loud series of pops and then those glorious, braless tits would come bursting out, clapping loudly down onto her ribcage as her clothing finally surrendered!

The curvy tomboy was so preoccupied with praying her shirt held together that she barely noticed Bucky and Lupe sneaking her clothes away, back to the box... They threw them on top of the heap, gave the whole bundle of clothing a good stir, then simultaneously unzipped their pants and got back to work... It didn't take much to make them cum, all they had to do was think of their moisturising cream sticking to Gilda's skin, being rubbed into her flesh until it was all gone, or accidentally making its way into her mouth, even! In no time at all, the two boys had eased their building tension again and drained their nuts, and more white, frothing, dripping, goopy cum was splattering all over the box's interior once again.

From somewhere in the box, a faint guitar riff signals Gilda's phone, left behind somewhere with her things. Bucky and Lupe fished it out, mostly dry, and sure enough, there it was: unlocked, with her "girlfriend" Rainbow Dash sending a text. Girlfriend was kinda loose in this instance, considering Gilda's propensity to seek out pussy.

"Hey G, you still coming over tonight or what?" All Gilda’s contacts and info were on that phone, foolishly entrusted to the boys just as readily as her clothes.

Meanwhile, Gilda's nervousness was once again quickly being overcome by her bravado and unconscious desire for approval. Stretching upwards, hands behind her head, she struck what she thought to be a causal, powerful pose that instead mirrored old smutty pinups, her chest thrust out far. At Klein's urging and 'friendly' encouragement, Gilda even undid her top two buttons, revealing more of her massive cleavage to the hungry camera lens.

And it didn't stop there. Somewhere amid the flashes of light, she'd been handed that floppy, almost intimidatingly-realistic dildo once more, to pose with as a prop. Klein convinced her it was good symbolism of her power over men, and how little she needed them. Yet when she turned to the fountain, half-bent over, and wagged the toy in a silly manner, it looks more like she was bending over for the camera and getting ready to use it on herself. Her ass, peeking from below the short pink skirt and covered only in a narrow pink thong, demanding the camera's attention with all those inviting tanlines on her ample ass.

When Gilda turned around, the spray of the fountain had done good work on her top, leaving it slightly transparent... although given the dark, it didn’t reveal quite as much as the boys may have liked.

Turning to the toy in her hand, Gilda struck another teasing pose, sticking her tongue out at the dildo's tip. She thought it would look dismissive and insulting to the male factor, but really it just looks like she's ready to give that mushroom head a well-deserved tongue bath. No matter the case, she was getting over her nervousness, all but forgetting how open this stage is, with all its flashing camera lights.

Gilda was also growing more familiar with the shape and sensation of the cock-replica the more she played with it, even if she did let out an adorable squawk when she actually turned it on. A long moment passed where Gilda just stared at the humming object, suddenly very aware of the hot sensation brewing between her thighs. Maybe she might get one of her own to play with after today... Maybe...

Klein was smiling as she played around with the vibrator. "These vibrator shots are really good... But, hey, mm, I had one more idea for one I'd really love to try, okay?"

Gilda shot him back a cocky grin. "Sure thing, kid," she said, feeling totally relaxed and comfortable with the black shaft in her fingers now. Whatever it was he wanted, she could probably pull it off.

"Are you suuure?" he asked and she responded by putting both her hands on her hips, obviously getting frustrated. The big dildo slapped her thigh with a crack. "Just tell me what it is, nimrod!"

"Alright, well..." he began, when he suddenly stiffened up at the sound of a car engine nearby humming nearby, just a few blocks away. No way, it was almost midnight, why was someone driving around... It must be the college's security guard doing the rounds.

Klein suddenly dove at Gilda, throwing his whole weight against her, and unexpectedly tossing the two of them into the water with a splash. Gilda's head went all the way under, her clothes plastering to her tits and ass like a second skin, while Klein hunkered down beside her. Even in the confusion, he took great care to make sure his camera didn't get wet.

Klein peeked up over the rim of the fountain just in time to see a lone vehicle coming around the corner, fronted up by the college's head of security, a young woman in her 20's. She drove around the fountain in a circle one time, then cut the engine and brought the vehicle to a halt. She eased out of the doorway and stood near the fountain for a long moment, staring down at her feet. The young lady knelt down, heels clicking as she picked up the object that had caught her attention: a large, black vibrator. She scowled. "Fucking kids..." before throwing it into the back of her vehicle and driving off.

Klein exhaled a breath he'd been holding for the last few minutes, then slipped an arm around Gilda's hip, pulling her into his side. "Fuck! That was pretty close, wasn't it? We almost got caught red-handed..."

Gilda peered up shakily from the edge of the fountain, suddenly too chicken to watch while the campus cop goes patrolling. Instead, she remained huddled low in the cold water. Its effects certainly made themselves known: when at last she sat up, her top clung so tight to her that every curve and detail was visible through the flimsy white blouse.

Her huge, heaving tits were perfectly outlined, so massive all that goodness didn't peter out till halfway down her belly. And the oversized areolae, soft and smooth, rise softly against the sheer fabric, peaking in perky pink nipples that strain sharply against that soaked shirt. She seems remarkably unaware of how exposed she is, sitting up waist-deep in the cold fountain, idly brushing one hand over her shirt.

"Jeez, that was close. You wanna warn me next time, dweeb? I'm freezing now!" she scoffed back.

Klein wasn't given much of a chance for a response, when suddenly - and to his great surprise - he felt Gilda's hand thrust down, groping clumsily at the soaked crotch of his pants. She fumbled without even looking, still staring into the distance to see if the cop will return. It looks like she didn't see the dildo getting obviously swiped away, and didn't want to leave her star prop in the fountain, so she's mistaken one phallus for another. "C'mon," she grumbled, her hand tugging at the straining bulge in Klein's pants, before she finally looks down to see what the problem is.

Her reaction was one more befitting a shrinking violet like Fluttershy than a tough badass like herself. Her cheeks go bright red, she nearly jumps back, and even lets out a startled, girlish yelp. "Oh, fuck!" she gasped, finally covering herself, her cheeks burning. "Shit, uh, I thought that was something else. My bad. Fuck." she muttered, quickly climbing out to sit at the edge of the fountain.

She avoided looking at Klein, obvious embarrassment on her face. Gilda just hoped the other boys hadn't seen that! She slapped her forehead as she called herself every stupid name in the book.

She expected him to make some snide remark on the mix-up and he didn't disappoint! "Some dyke," he teased playfully, before climbing out of the fountain.

"Mm, we better take this last shot quick, then get you out of those wet clothes before you catch a cold... Don't worry, I'm sure there's something else you can wear... But ahh..."

He glanced in the direction of the disappearing vehicle, then rolled his shoulders. "I had a really nice idea in mind for a photo... I was gonna get you to mm..." He leaned in and began quietly whispering in her ear, the girl listening intently until he got up to the final details, at which point she let out another huge squawk!

"You've got to be fucking kidding me!" she groaned. "I'd never do that!"

He grinned in response, reaching for the zipper of his pants. "Hey, you didn't have any problem groping me back there in the fountain, what's one more, right? And then you can get changed... Quick! It ain't exactly warm out here!"

A sudden blast of icy-cold wind confirmed his statement. Gilda knew she hardly had a choice right now... Not unless she wanted to be sick and sniffly for the next whole week!

And that was how Gilda got her first look at Klein's penis.

The photograph he'd be proudly showing off to his friends later on after this was a good one for sure. The lower half of the frame began with Klein's bare stomach, his hard, well-defined abs clearly on display. The left and right-hand sides of the photo were dominated by his thighs, raised upwards slightly. He was laying on his back with his knees up, putting that large, hung fuckstick in the centre of the frame. Gilda was on her knees between his spread legs, in a position of total submission. Her fingernails and the tips of her fingers were just peeking up over the space where his crotch met his thighs, gripping the male's flesh there tightly. Her face was hidden behind his penis.

His shaft was in as good condition as ever, a truly outstanding penis that was good enough for any of these bitches around campus. God’s fucking gift to their gender, as far as he was concerned.

The shaft was smooth and completely hairless, with Klein taking a razor to his root and sack frequently to make sucking him off a bit easier-going for sluts. His balls were plump and hefty, a solid mouthful. He had no idea how many inches it actually was... The only measurement that had ever mattered to Klein was "bigger than your boyfriend." It was enough to be able to slap little cuck dicks out of the women that interested him, then stretch them loose enough that break-ups were inevitable.

The first photo showed her head poised over the shaft, a trail of drool connecting her lips to the tip. Whether she'd just been sucking it or had simply drooled onto it from her elevation was impossible to tell.

The second had her head lower down, her nose probably buried in the man's taint, the floppy cock's head resting on her forehead.

The last photo... Both her eyes were fixated on that hot cock, the tip poised at her lips... The shot was absolutely perfect, and from the camera's angle it was hard to tell if it was juuust in-front of her open mouth or broaching her lips and inviting itself into her wet oral den.

Whether it was humiliation from awkwardly, accidentally grabbing at Klein's dick just moments ago, or a combination of the stress-inducing, heart-pounding, quickening and intimate pace of the photo shoot, Gilda found herself hard-pressed to balk at Klein's approach. Even as it ramped up!

Or maybe it was just the big, bad, scary phallus slowly looming in front of her. Sure, it was shaved and smooth, but it was so thick and veiny. She shied from it like a little girl from the monsters under the bed.

Whatever the reasons, she sure wasn't acting like the brass bitch hard-ass she so frequently pretended to be, especially with that fat cock parked right in front of her and leaving her kneeling before it in a public place. And the photos just made it even worse. She may be distracted by that massive monument to manliness, but in the back of her mind she couldn't ignore the fact her humiliation is being captured on film. Her! What would people think if they ever saw this?

To make matters worse, Gilda was so busy thinking about it all that she didn't even realize she'd lost more buttons. So much cleavage was showing now from the open blouse that if her tits weren't so massively heavy and low, her nipples would be on bare display right now. To say nothing of her uplifted skirt and those tight panties of hers clinging to her plump mound in such tantalizing fashion.

The photo shoot was rapidly spiralling out of control. She glances nervously from his crotch to his face, gulping audibly. Her expression sinks to girlishly fearful, eyes widening as she raises a shaky hand. "Uh, um-" she stammers at first, biting her lower lip, having to stare right past his shaft as it rests under her nose, so close to her mouth. The spit trail is even still connecting her lips to the tip in an incredibly suggestive detail. She pulls her shoulders up in surprise, giving another adorably flustered squawk. So much for "I'd never do that!"

"So uh... I... I guess I should change again now, right?" she asked, weakly. And yet even as she did, Gilda's wet lips brushed the tip, streaking a thin trail of glistening precum against her. "It's really cold and uh... I think we've done a lot with this prop... I'm not even sure what message I'm sending here," she said with a nervous smile, trying to force a casual air back into the tense situation, even as her heavy tits swung pendulously against Klein's legs.

The sight of her kneeling at the throne of cock was good enough to keep Klein's member erect and trembling visibly throughout the entire ordeal. A pearly bead of precum emerged from the tip and began traversing the paths of veins down to his nuts, him smiling down at her all the while.

"Yeah, not a bad idea."

Klein stood up, and in doing so slapped that cock against her face hard enough to leave a new, bigger droplet of slime on her cheek. It all happened so fast she didn't even notice he’d just unloaded potential babies on her face, let alone have the time to wipe them off. Bucky and Lupe emerged again about now, zipping their pants up, and they both grinned when they saw Klein's cock was out and Gilda's tits were almost ready to join it.

"You're working as fast as ev -" Bucky began dumbly, before the slightly more crafty Lupe elbowed him in the ribs. Bucky winced, but got the message~

"She wants to have a change of clothes, boys~" said Klein, gently pressing Gilda back behind the bushes. When she got back there, she found a fresh beer waiting for her on top of the box, with the cap already removed. A few chugs helped calm her nerves substantially before she flipped back the box's cardboard folds open once more.

If it had smelt like boys earlier, now the insides reeked like a pigsty! The cardboard was turning dark from dozens of separate semen stains, huge white globs of undried spunk were dripping off of everything... They'd cum again! This was turning into a war against semen for poor Gilda, where unrelenting waves of jizz were waiting for her at every turn... On a stray thought, she glanced more closely at her beer and found a long strand of globular white goop was waiting in the bottle for her... And she'd swallowed it!

Semen... Semen on all sides... She calmed herself down and forced herself to dig all the way to the bottom of the box, gagging at the taste of cum in her throat as she did, but she couldn't find a single article of clothing that wasn't bathed in man spunk. It wasn't fair! They were just normal boys, there shouldn't be this much cum in all four of their testicles over a whole month, let alone wrung out all at once just for the purpose of playing a childish prank on her... These boys and their semen were so stupid!

"Oh fuck!" Gilda yelled, her shoulders rolling and her tits swaying heavily under her.

"Oh god," she gasped, shaking her head. "It stinks even worse like cum!"

The devoted dyke struggled against the powerful scent, fighting back dry heaves. "I can't fucking stand that smell! Cum is the grossest, slimiest, nastiest thing ever! Don't fucking make me deal with that!" she squawked, trying to sound demanding and firm, but only managing to comes across like a whimpering, powerless little bitch who was scared of cocks. It sure didn't bode well for her image.

And when she noticed the cum on the lip of the beer, she can't help but gag. She stumbles back to the fountain, whimpering like a little bitch, practically snivelling. And it seemed she had the dry heaves to boot.

Gilda almost wished she could throw up, just to get that nasty, disgusting, slimy cum out of her system. But it was no use. She was a drinking champ, and she always kept down what she swallowed.

Feeling almost traumatized by the cum, she sat down on the fountain's edge. She was determined to distance herself from the stuff, but all the exertions of tonight had left her in poor condition. Her huge, fat tits strain against the translucent white shirt, held together now by a single button, her pink areola peeking over the fabric at its opening. She sat without crossing her legs, as was typical for her, and her soaking wet panties outlined her plump pubic mound for all the boys to see. She could barely see straight, and as she tuned out the three of them, her mind distracted with cum, she focused instead on her clothes.

Gilda was freezing and she had nothing to change into. So with the enthusiasm of a mindless slut, she tugged her clothes off one article at a time, in hurried pace. First her bare, naked tits popped out once more, finally exposed utterly shirtless for the three boys. She then leant back, kicking her legs up, and slid the panties off with her skirt. She tossed all three dripping wet items at Klein's feet, to do with as he pleased.

The busty beauty was still cold and wet, shivering in this hardly-private spot, and now to top it all off her shaved, smooth pussy was bare. It was so small, tight, even petite. Girlish, maybe. It didn’t make her look tough. It made her look vulnerable. That little pink slit was hidden only after a long moment when Gilda pressed her strong thighs together. The poor busty bitch was still reeling at her situation, not even bothering to cover her tits with her hands.

Gilda was naked now, and the atmosphere had clearly changed... The cheerful, friendly boys she'd spent the evening with now looked more like a pack of hungry wolves that were on the hunt for fresh, untouched dyke-pussy. Klein's heart was pounding at the thought of being her first man, fitting his big, fat cock deep into that snug little fuckhole and making it his. If you were to ask him, he'd say pussies should be used to get men off and help them drain their nuts, not for whatever the heck girls wanted to do with them.

They crowded around her, leaning in from every angle, gazing openly at her enormous breasts, her fat ass... And the cameras kept flashing. "Bet you didn't think the night would turn out like this, did you Gilda?" asked Klein. "Well, don't worry, it's nearly over, then I'll take you back to your room."

"I might just invite myself in while I'm at it, too," Klein thought to himself. "I bet your bed's a whole lot comfier than mine and the springs probably aren't as worn out!"

Under the guise of "drying her off", the boys was helped into one lap after another... First she sat in Bucky's lap, the excitable boy unashamedly grinding on her rear, probably splattering the insides of his shorts with more cum... Next she sat in Lupe's lap, the taller boy using his fore and middle fingers to censor her huge nipples, barely covering anything at all... Although he did make her fat teats look bigger for the photos by pressing down on them, pinning them against her ribcage.

Lastly, Klein's lap was waiting. The cruel alpha's pants were still off and as she took her seat, that huge cock schwinged up between her thighs to greet her... The slightest movement would excite him further with accidental glances of her thick thighs against his pole, or even, gulp, accidentally inserting the tip of his penis inside her pussy! So she mostly just sat still while Lupe and Bucky photographed him sucking her neck and pawing at her breasts. "God, I want to fuck you..." he huffed in her ear. "I'd never rape a girl, but you... Nnngh, I wanna cum in you so bad..." Not exactly the sweetest pillow talk she'd ever been exposed to!

When she got up from his lap, Klein checked his phone thoughtfully. "Mm. It's midnight. I guess we should be wrapping up about now."

Finally relenting, the boys wrapped Gilda up in a towel and took her home. But this wouldn’t be her last encounter with Klein.

Author's Note

Poor Gilda really gets put through the wringer this chapter! Let's hope she ends up having fun in the end~ This is part 2 of 3 and chapter 5 is already available on Patreon, so you can expect to see the conclusion of this arc on the 20th of February.

The next arc brings us back to Fluttershy, so be sure to back on Patreon if you'd like to see this story's continuation sooner.

Gilda 3
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The Pink Circle

Gilda 3

The truth was, Gilda didn't quite know why she was there. Standing at the door to Klein's apartment, fist raised to knock on the door, she felt almost as though she were in a dream. Not that her dreams last night had been particularly pleasant.

By all rights, she shouldn't have gone back to see him and his friends. Not the next morning, maybe not ever. Not after the night they'd had. A hundred inappropriate comments, some very presumptuous touching, and worst of all, that smell! That smell... even now she would have sworn it still clung to her nostrils. The smell of what made those men so manly, and what drove them and empowered them. The stinky musk they were so eager to share with her.

The smell of their cum.

It stung her nose, that thick, musky all-too-manly scent. How had it ended up so burned into her senses? The evening had started out so benign, with just a little porn and some fun and games. But by the end, she was quaking, soaking wet, carrying her own cum-soaked outfit and stupidly swigging from some tainted beer bottle, spiked with that same slimy, salty, disgusting semen. Even the thought, the memory of it made her gag instinctively.

But stand there she did, still hesitating at the door, still drawn back by some force she couldn't fully grasp. Maybe things could start over. Maybe the guys wouldn't think anything of last night. Wouldn't care or wouldn't remember. Wouldn't treat her any differently. Her clothes were dry and clean: a punky black tank top with flat straps stretched over her ample chest, and equally black boyshorts that nearly rode up her tight ass. Her refreshed clothes gave her some confidence, but for a brief moment she imagined awful white streaks over them, and hesitated again. The question remained: why, after all that innuendo and presumptuous male action, had she returned?

Whatever the reason, it finally wore out its welcome. She rapped on the door with her knuckles, barking out in as familiar a tone as she could muster, "Hey! Dweebs! It's me, open up!"

After a good few minutes of waiting, the door finally swung open and disgorged its content of one beautiful, blushing girl in the hallway, a real beauty in a white dress. She had the most fabulous long purple hair, the most moonlit blue eyes! She must be highest-level crust. The daughter of a millionaire or something! Seeing her stepping out of Klein's room was like an elegant princess emerging from the murk of some smelly, steaming bog. And she did it all with all the grace and elegance of a true lady, a confident smile on her face and eyelashes lowered in the most self-assured of ways.

Hold on a second... Hadn't Gilda seen this girl in the school newsletters recently? Something about a Senator visiting the College and bringing his wife and daughter with him? No wonder Klein looked like he was in such a good, good mood today!

The beauty giggled, smoothed her skirts out and then turned towards Gilda with a smile. A shirtless Klein emerged from around the corner of the doorway, leaning into this magical creature from behind, no doubt cupping a handful of her big, thick behind.

If this was already a shocker, what happened next would take Gilda's breath away.

Maybe it was just that she was still groggy and waking up, maybe she was traumatized than she'd thought, but Gilda felt like any excuse would do if she could write all of this off to her wild imagination! Klein reached up with a fingertip and prodded the girl in her cheek, causing her full-bodied lips to pout gently, then spring open like a wired trap! She dropped her jaw and opened her mouth as wide as it could go, eyes still shining with mirth as she looked down the barrel of her chops directly at Gilda. That smile had somehow shifted from radiant to sneering without skipping a beat.

The inside of her mouth was gooped beyond recognition. There might be a tongue under all that spunk somewhere, but Gilda certainly couldn't see it! If it had moved, it would've looked like some drowning whale, trying to stay afloat in a treacle-thick ocean of man-gunk!

In her tongue's place, the basin of the girl's facial fuck-pit was frothed up with bubbles, that popped just as fast as they swelled up luridly. She had sooo much fluid to blow them with, after all! A dozen fine threads and silken webs of male ejaculate were glistening wetly in that socialite's mouth, running from top to bottom, and as they snapped in half one by one, whiplashing and raining awesomely-stinky male juices onto her lips and down her chin, Gilda was reminded of the last rope holding a bridge up across a ravine, and how it would look snapping before it dropped her into the bubbling white river below.

The smell of raw squid assaulted Gilda's nose, first floating all around her head, then hitting her nostrils from every angle at all! Stinky sperm smell washed over her in unending waves as she continued to gaze into that wide-open maw. It was a treasure trove of semen! She'd been thoroughly spermed!

Satisfied that Gilda had had a look, Klein nudged the purplette in the ribs and whispered something to her. She let out a very unladylike belch, curtsied, and headed off around the corner.

Klein turned to Gilda, all smiles. "Hey there, Gilda... You look like you've just seen a ghost, heh. Or plenty of ectoplasm, anyway."

He stepped away from the door, sweeping an arm around like a damn concierge. "Why don't you come in?"

Gilda gagged involuntarily, pressing one hand to the door frame and hunching forward as if struck, taking a moment to recover herself. Her reaction was again genuine, and Klein knew for certain that she wasn't just faking disgust to deepen her dykey image. No - the girl genuinely had hang-ups about cum! And pretty severe ones, it would seem.

And yet, somehow, despite an introduction like that being piled atop all her heady, confusing concerns, the brash tomboy still eased herself past the doorway, letting Klein shut it dramatically - even ominously - behind her.

She wished she could find the words to explain herself, to justify her return after the lurid treatment she was subjected to just one night prior, but if she couldn't explain it to herself, she definitely couldn't explain it to the big-dicked playboy flaunting so eagerly in front of her. Still, it seemed some part of her just couldn't give up, couldn't be drowned out by the images of torrents of gooey, frothy semen, couldn't be choked by the nauseating, musky, primal smell, couldn't be hidden behind dripping, frosted-white facade. Though she looked a bit uncomfortable, she was still there, with him once again, and desperately wanting to believe she was still just "one of the guys" to him.

So she crashed down on the couch, sitting with all the grace of a car accident, draping her arms wide over the back rest. She had to play it cool, to act like last night made no difference, and hopefully Klein would follow suit, leaving all those uncomfortable questions unspoken, all those memories in the past, all those dreams nothing but goopy, shameful dreams...

"It's a shame Rarity had to leave so fast. You could have had a woman to wo - Well... More like a "girl to girl" chatter."

He sat down on the couch beside Gilda, faking a yawn that ended up with one of his arms around her suddenly-embarrassingly bare shoulder, fingers sinking into her soft skin. He turned into her a little bit, tightening his grip a little bit. Was there really any need to not touch her at this point? What would she do if she wanted to protest? Give his cock a big, strong punch, using her mouth to deliver the blow? "Orrrr, maybe it's more like one spunk tank to another?"

He plucked a beer from the fridge beside the couch and forced the cool, cool glass into her hands, immediately helping to soothe her nerves. "Don't worry, it hasn't been tampered with or anything. Just regular, refreshing beer, mmhm. Have a few sips, then we can pick up where we left off last night."

Gilda fidgeted in a very unconfident manner, a manner much more befitting a wilting flower than a cocky, self-made bitch like herself. Her hesitation and nervousness was visible in her body language, which she tried desperately to maintain as cool and calm. Even when Klein sat down rubbing her shoulder in an all too familiar way, even when he suggested a very inappropriate name, she only spat it back in her typical way, treating it like a friendly insult between two buddies, not some implicit suggestion of lewdness. "You're a fuckin' spunk tank," she retorted bluntly, punching Klein square in the chest with a blow of intensity usually reserved for pillow fighting. Was he awakening some vulnerability, some weakness in her? Was she pulling her punches to show good-naturedness, to try and settle things from last night? Or was she really just that shaky?

Whatever the case, Gilda seemed too distracted to pay much attention to his touch, and swiped the glass quickly from his hand. She downed it in no time, not bothering to even check, taking his word about the safety, as if she'd learned nothing from the last night. She followed it with a sour, and an audible "Blehh", as if she was rinsing out some undesirable taste that still lingered. No doubt triggered by that musky smell that passed her as a white mouthful-pool in the hallway. "And where is it exactly you think that was?" she practically belched at him, unimpressed with his suggestive leaning.

"Wellllll, maybe a browse through last night's pictures will jog both our memories," Klein insinuated with a little smile. He picked up a tablet sitting on the coffee table and slowly and steadily unlocked it, like he was taking his sweet time with everything now she was sitting on the couch beside him.

"No, no I really don't think that's necess - " the poor put-upon lesbian began to refuse, only to be quickly shut up when the first photo appeared on screen. With that, the words were stolen right from her lips, leaving room for something far more enjoyable than the sound of her talking.

One by one, he began sifting through the pictures, forcing her to relive her memories of last night. All that playing with the dildo, holding it to her puckering lips, it was all slowly coming back to her...

Photo after photo flashed before Gilda’s dazed eyes. She'd been hoping to forget all about the previous night, all about the debauchery she had been goaded into, step by step. All the ways the wool had been pulled over her eyes, and worst of all, how she was made to look like some dumb cock-hungry bimbo the likes of which Klein readily nailed. Inaccurately, of course!

There she was stripping... kneeling... that dildo... the photos gave her a different look at the events of the last night, a perspective she hadn't enjoyed. What she thought was an insult of sticking her tongue out at a symbol of maleness now looked, from this angle, like she was getting ready to give that fake knob a tongue-bath!

And the worst of all was one of the final shots: That magnificent shot of her on her knees, cock hanging over her face like some cruel inevitability, obviously taken from Klein's perspective. A shot down the young man's chest and stomach, to where Gilda's head lay between his thighs. Now, even though she knew it never touched her mouth, the photo sure looked like she was slurping on that cock! At least, she was pretty sure it never touched her mouth. It was kind of a blurry night.

He whistled under his breath when he reached it, a little "Can't believe I got away with that!" smile on his face.

Klein put the tablet in her hands. He picked up his own glass bottle and began to chug it down, eyes glued to her face, wondering what emotions Gilda would betray as she perused the debauchery. After a while night spent laughing at the dumb sluts who got suckered into Klein's photo shoots, she was now the star of the raciest one yet! The implications slapped her across the face like cum shots from hot, hard, throbbing dicks!

The poor girl squawked in surprise, blindsided by how bad it all seemed, just how much she had been led into. She levelled a suppressed, surprisingly deadpan glare at Klein, even as her eyes burned with hellfire.

"You do know if you ever show anyone these I will rip your guts out and feed them to you, right?" she mentioned casually, leaning back on the couch with a stretch like it was no big deal.

Klein chuckled, putting his feet up on the little coffee table. He was giving her one of those incredibly gormless grins men had a way of pulling out, mouth slightly open, corners turned cheekily upwards... He looked less like a cold and calculating manipulator and more like a kid on a rollercoaster!

"Ooh! Ooh, that's good! Yeah, let's work with that! Finish your beer, first."

The pair downed their beers nice and quick like, Klein slugging his and Gilda slamming hers down a few moments later. Then he uncrossed his legs and lay a hand on that magnificent bulge between his legs. "I do have to warn you, it's... Well, you saw how big it is last night. In fact, you got a better look than most girls, didn't you?"

Klein unzipped his pants and fished his dick out. Gilda squawked in surprise as he brought that thick-headed behemoth out into the light, yet at the same time she didn’t take any effort to stop him, either! The air was thick with tension.

His shaft didn't look any less menacing or intimidating in a well-lit room. Actually, it made the sheer wrongness of its unnatural size and weight stand out even more! Her shock seemed to make everything stand out more, till every little detail of his cock was imprinted on her scared mind: She noticed every vein, the slight colouration changes and how large his urethra was, almost like pumping out such incredible amounts of cum had slept it stretched and loosened.

It looked thick. Like a battering ram. Like something meant to smash into defences until they broke. It was a veteran cock, that had battered down dozens of pussy-doors. There was no way one poor little lesbian could stand up to such a well-trained member of the misogyny army!

These thoughts and more rushed through Gilda’s head as she stared at it. Most concerning of all, Klein's cock, still had bright purple lipstick marks on it, lipstick marks that made him squirm with embarrassment under her eyes. "Oops. Heheh, I didn't have time to wipe that off.”

Klein pinched his dick with thumb and forefinger, waggling it back and forth between her eyes. He was handling it more like a toy than a weapon, the way the flaccid head flopped back and forth almost looking cute. “I'm sure you will, though."

He twisted his grip again, so the one-eyed devil was pointing at her, the flared urethra gently opening and closing with his breathing. "Alright, well, I think you know where this is going, don't you? Normally I let 'em get a bit comfier before I whip it out, but I kinda like my guts where they are, so I'll just cut right to the chase."

"You wanna do it here, or go to the bedroom?" he asked Gilda in a heated little whisper.

"Go to hell," Gilda coughed back. She scooted away on the couch in a way she desperately hoped would look like she was just getting comfortable. Nothing too weird about this, she tried to tell herself, clinging ever unreasonably to the flimsy hope that they were still just friends, that he hadn't lined her up in a sexual light.

"And put that gross thing away before I kick your balls into your throat," she threatened, averting her eyes and blocking the line of sight with one hand, her tone not at all as tough as her words. "And anyway, I didn't say anything about picking up where we left off! It was just a photo shoot, so quit thinking you can talk like that."

Their body language was certainly something to see. Klein, so confident, so powerful, aggressive even, leaning towards her. His flaccid, yet sizeable cock was waggled in her direction like an eager and intimidating toy. And then you had Gilda: shrunken back, squirming, glancing away weakly. Her posture was reserved, defensive, but still she just couldn't bring herself to outright slap him and march out the fucking door.

Why had she even come back? The place reeked of cum. She'd had nightmares about it, that taste, that smell, just the gross, slimy imagery alone made her stomach rise! Yet here she was, on his sofa where who-knows-how-many loads had been unleashed on girls either slutty or meek, just waiting for its turn with her as the recipient. She gulped nervously at her line of thought, not so hidden from Klein as she'd have thought.

And yet, her eyes, somehow, kept stealing back to that prick. She’d always hated cocks. Not just as a concept, but literally, physically. They were so... goofy. Like big, veiny, hairy weapons. Clubs. Menacing, yet strangely silly. How could they be taken seriously? And yet, in the same breath, how could they not be? Her gaze kept lingering on that swollen, reddening head that seemed to stare at her, as if it were its own separate, conscious entity fixing its sights on her, completely independent of Klein. She fidgeted again, taking in the sight of its incredible girth, apparent even when not erect. There was a long, uncomfortable moment of silence.

He put his arm back around her, drawing her back in firmly until those gargantuan funbags were heaped up on his chest, mammary-meat spilling down his pecs and all over his abs. He flicked his dick with a finger, then cupped her chin with the same hand. "Come onnnnn, don't be such a bitch, Gilda. I'll still think of you as a friend after, so stop making this weird."

Making this weird! He was talking about taking that large, fleshy animal endowment and breaking in her lesbian pussy! He was breaking their sacred trust as man and dyke to not lust after her and be her cool straight-guy buddy!

"I haven't moved the photos from last night anywhere but this tablet, you know. I heard someone saying you needed a new one, so I thought I'd pop them on there before I gave it to you. Mm. It's just a harmless prank, so chill out."

He shifted his hand to the back of her upthrust, messy white hair, sinking his palm into it until it was resting on her scalp. "But..."

Of course there was a but.

And it was a big one.

"You did that photo shoot for a reason, you know. You liked having men looking at your body and checking you out. All those eyes on your titties and your ass and your pussy... Mmm, fuck, your pussy. I haven't been able to stop thinking about that little sore-spot between your thighs all week, I'm gonna burst if I don't get to just try it out a little bit. Leave it stretched."

"Soooo, if you wanna do your buddy Klein a nice little favour before you step out that door, mm, I'd really appreciate it. I just want about, mm, 30 minutes of physical exercise. You could use it, Chubs, heheh."

"Did you forget I'm a fucking dyke?" she spat, almost laughing. "Look, I think a tablet's real generous a gift, but you think that's gonna earn you a fuck? A straight, cock-in-pussy fuck. With me. Gilda. A fucking dyke. Like I'm some bimbo like the ones you pull home every night? Come on!" she laughed, roughly, yet still uneasily.

He could feel her bristle to his touch, like an uncomfortable bird fluffing its feathers in preparation for flight. She squirmed and fidgeted. She even growled a little, like some animal. But also like an animal, she could be subdued and brought to heel. Not that she could ever put it to words, but as her eyes stole back repeatedly to that massive, waiting cock, she felt almost scared. Intimidated would be a better word, maybe. Cowed.

That prick that slowly stiffened before her, pointed at her poor, nervous face like an animal waiting for its chance to pounce, was truly the dominant creature in the room. Its attachment to Klein was almost an afterthought at this point, and the put-upon dyke started seeing it as its own dangerous beast. "Beast" was a good word for it! It was sweaty, veiny, awful to look at... yet still, her eyes fixed on it.

Klein’s cock seemed to radiate power. He controlled that power, that cock, wielded it like a tool at times, a toy at others. A weapon, a beast, whatever it was, it was something ominous, incredible. Something to be respected. He was being so rude and yet she hadn't left. He even jabbed her about her weight, which she'd previously thought was beyond reproach, but now that one little mention had been enough to get her thinking about it in the back of her mind.

On some level, she recognized his techniques. After all, she'd used similar approaches sometimes. She was something of a bully. But deep down, she feared even she could be out-bullied. Was Klein really the far bigger bully? Worse still was the unconscious knowledge, the fear that came with that thought, because in her time dealing with weaker, more suggestible girls, Gilda learned something important: Bullies are that way for a reason. Even if they have to act a little mean, it works out in the end. Because bullies get pussy.

Again, there was a silence, and without warning she muttered something half under her breath, as if her mouth just moved when the thought occurred to her, without filtering it for her modesty - or safety. "You know, I may be a dyke, but you've got a pretty fucking incredible-looking prick."

She glanced up, speaking casually, without the blush Klein might have expected from blurting something like that out. "No wonder you're always bragging about it, geeze." It was a strangely-delivered line, and Klein could tell that despite the language, it wasn't at all a sexual response - she had somehow genuinely meant it as a casual, friendly compliment, even in the middle of all this.

He should've been floored by such an off-hand comment, but you didn't get to be a mean, mean bully who made girls wanna obey without hearing some really vile language slip out of pretty little mouths here and there. It was definitely one of the better lines he'd had used on him, though!

As those words left her mouth, they magically travelled through the air, gripped his dick and began giving it a rough, ruthless cock-massage! Or at least that's how it seemed anyway... The electrically-charged air between them was burning with female lust and male strength so thickly that his dick gave a sudden lurch, twitching to life as it sparked! It grew an inch. A whole fucking extra inch of cock just seemed to explode out of the shaft, like some sort of perverse magic trick.

The pattern was clear: stroke the male ego and get a bigger, stiffer dick to play with!

"Incredible looking and feeling. Mm. Hey, take your shorts off. No point putting it off any longer. I want to mark a bitchy dyke's pussy on my bedpost as much as you wanna be that notch." He was stroking his cock now, fingers slithering up and down it. She felt like if he got to full erection, it might be too late. Moments were slipping away from her, the door to her escape was shutting...

"Hey," he said suddenly, drawing her out of her cloistered thoughts. "Get on your feet."

"Wh..." she began to say, but Klein just barked, "Get up! Now!"

Some part of her brain parsed this as somehow being better than just staring at his dick all day. If she was on her feet, then at least she could get some blood pumping to her legs and restart her brain. Heck, she could even walk out the door if she wanted! Soon, the white-haired beauty was standing in front of Klein, her legs apart and her arms laid across her breasts, cupping them a little. "Now what?"

"Now you've got ten seconds to drop your shorts. On my count."

"Squawk! What? No way!"

"Ten! Nine! Eight!"

The countdown was certainly effective, there was no arguing that. Was it her reflexes, or lack thereof, that made it so? Her inner respect for a power struggle, which she herself had lived by for so long, recognizing the strong VS the weak? Or was she perhaps just so frazzled, so confused and discombobulated, that when put on the spot with her mind on the fritz, her body just turned to autopilot and left her brain to catch up?

"Now hold on..." she began, raising her hands. "You've got shit for brains if you think I'm gonna..."

"Seven! Six! Five!"

"Fuck!" she growled, her hands unconsciously sinking to the waistband of her shorts, gripping the hem as her overstressed brain struggled to try to find a way out of this mess. That tablet was like a doom lingering over her head right now. She hooked both thumbs into the waistband of her boyshorts as if it were an inevitability already. She stood, knees buckling, legs wiggling, sweat forming on her brow as she stammered a confused, almost panicked response.

"Mmmn! You think I'm just gonna whip my shorts off and flash you! You fuckin' pig! Asshole!"

"Come on, Gilda. Show me your pussy! Four! Three! Two!"

And still the numbers went down - then finally... zero!

"Gimme the pink!" Klein barked, and in that instant, down came her shorts. Right on perfect cue, as if a practiced routine, the once intimidating dyke shoved her protection down and stood utterly bottomless before that mean old bully. Her bare, clean-shaved slit was totally exposed for his viewing pleasure. Gilda held her arms awkwardly out just a bit, hands inches from her hips, like she was just about to say "Ta-da!"

She was caught somewhere between her natural, unconscious posture and hapless confusion, which was backed up by a facial expression so cartoonishly confused she looked ready to blurt out, "What the hell just happened?!"

Gilda squawked nervously, glancing down at herself, and her face went red. The countdown had been a powerful tool on her. Her lower body was now bare, starting with her hairless, virgin, lesbian pink puss, then her long, pale, bare legs and ending with the garments pooled at her ankles. She looked so humiliated and so bizarrely out of character it was almost comical.

"Ah!" Gilda yelped, the realization of her actions catching up to her as she stood there bottomless before him in his own apartment.

Klein leaned forward, raising his butt from the comfy couch in the process and raised a finger up towards her snatch! In one oh-so-smooth motion, the bully jammed his forefinger right up her pussy, then hooked it into her folds and rubbed on her sensitive inner walls! Pleasure pulsed through her body as that naughty boy looked up at her, grinning. He’d caught her like a fish. The pussy was losing and the cock... The cock was winning!

Gilda was going to lose to Klein's big fat penis in the most spectacularly degrading way! Would cute girls even wanna eat her pussy anymore after how thoroughly he was going to spunk inside it? Maybe she'd just become another dumb reservoir for Klein's run-off, her womb just another vat stuffed to the brim with poisonous, resistance-corroding male ejaculate.

His finger must have been on a really good spot. Every time he tensed it, he dug into a spot just under her belly that made the dyke see stars. Her sexual preference meant absolutely nothing in the face of his experienced hands; he could make her feel pleasured whether she wanted it or not.

Really, she was responding like some dumb livestock at this point, like a calf who couldn't understand the difference between her mother's udder and an artificial teat. She was stimulated by a man and her dykey body felt good, the whole process circumventing the "I don't like men!" part of her brain like it didn't even exist. It was maddening!

Klein curled his finger again, forcing her to walk. He reeled The Pussy in, dragging the woman along for the road, until The Pussy was poised over its enemy, The Cock. "Damn. You must be the only virgin in the whole college. I've seen high-school girls who weren't as tight as you, Gilda. How fucking uncool can you get, being a virgin at your age? Heh."

He got her shorts off her feet, then pulled her down, that huge ass running all over his thighs, sinking over his legs until it wobbled down onto the couch cushions. His lap vanished from existence, smothered under one nicely-chubbed cutie who was about to try on her first penis. He cupped her back with both hands and rippled her fingers along them, playing her flesh like a drum. "Mmm. It's as big as it looked with your pants. This is one big ghetto booty you got back here, Gilda."

"Hey, look between your legs."

Her eyes travelled downwards until they found her trembling pussy peeking out from between those gigantic, always-apparent thighs of her, a secret little lesbian bunker that had up until today had a "No boys allowed!" sign hanging on the door. His cock, the largest she'd ever seen, was sitting pointing directly at it, the ramrod-stiff head so close that if he spurted precum it would go inside. Her little pink slit was slightly peeled, spreading her legs having parted her labia and revealed the vibrant, sticky insides. He wiggled his hips and, for a moment, touched her pussy with his penis. When he drew it back, a strand of clear semen connected them for a moment, until it broke.

He dragged her in by her ass, until her lips began to depress around that blood-swelled head. Her pussy began to form a sheath around it as inch after inch crawled inside. "The fact you're a dyke, nnngh... Just look how stiff it's got me. Time for you to take some responsibility, Gilda~"

That poor, cornered, confused, fat-assed lesbian! Sitting bottomless on Klein's lap, his cock poking up between her thighs, even prodding at her entrance. She was led there directly by her pussy, quite literally, and she sat down at his urging. All this and she was still reeling, not just from the overwhelming sensation of being fingered so expertly, so aggressively, but even from that barked command she had so blindly followed, as if she had no say in it at all and her body was merely following orders, the way some dumb, bitchy blonde slut would before being pounded against the bathroom mirror at school.

Seeing that glimmering, glistening trail of precum connecting her barely-parted pink pussy with his throbbing red cocktip only made it worse, filling Gilda’s head with a cloudy soup. Her thoughts were barely able to surface as they were choked out by thick fumes of semen and sweat, gasping for air amid a gooey sea. The connection was like a warning, a how-to, a diagram of what was to come, helpfully linking the two points, her softest, most delicate, creamy smooth hole with his threatening, veiny, ugly monster! It wanted in, and she was in no shape to defend herself. Sure enough, her arms fell uselessly to her sides, fidgeting, and her mouth hung agape as she stared, dumbstruck. Her pink flower petals parted as that vile male symbol slowly pushed inward, entering the warm, sacred, and previously untouched-by-men embrace of her helpless pussy. Past the outer lips. Against her tight hole. Straining. Pushing. Starting to... open!!

"Mmm. Looks like it's the bully's turn to get bullied for a change. I know you must think I'm the most awful man ever right now, and you're right, but... It's just a bit of harmless playground cruelty, hee. I don't want your lunch money, I just... I really want to cum in you."

Gilda yelped suddenly as Klein hissed the word "cum" at her. One semen-soaked night and one even more semen-soaked nightmare had grown an old planted seed in her mind. She already thought cum was disgusting, but in the last twenty-four hours that fear had nearly become a phobia!

No cum. No cum! Definitely not inside!

Shocking both Klein and herself, Gilda suddenly slapped her hands down on his chest, shoving him, recoiling like a wound spring. She bounced off him cartoonishly and landed on the floor with a thump, leaving his enormous cock to pop free with a wet slurping noise, as though beckoning for more. And yet there was still a long trail, a glimmering thread of naughtiness that hung in the air, connecting her seated puss with his eager pricktip.

She gasped, head still swimming. Panted. Her oversized tits heaved under her top. She wanted to curse him, hit him, tear at him. She wanted to run away, even half naked and exposed. But as she looked up to meet his gaze and repel him angrily, her growing, furious expression suddenly vanished, and her eyes stopped halfway, staring wide at his cock. It bounced inches in front of her, eye level now that she sat degradingly on the dirty floor, still bottomless. It was... dripping. Not cum, not yet. But... shiny. Eager. Strange. Alien. Amazing. Powerful. In her dazed state, Gilda was drawn in by its allure, by its dominance. And as if totally ignoring everything that had just happened moments ago, like his near-assault was wiped clean, she stared, reaching a hand up hesitantly, her expression gaping.

"Uh..." she began, not even addressing his last attempt, as if to say it was no big deal, no harm done. "Um." she stammered again, glancing up for only a briefest second, the longest she could take her eyes off that enormous pole.

"I was thinking, uh... maybe I could, like..." she shrugged, almost casually, "Maybe I could like, suck your dick?" she finally managed. "Just... you know, to see what it's like?"

Gilda took a breath, puffing up a little, then quickly added before he could respond: "But two conditions! One, no one can fucking know about it, not a soul. And two, you don't fucking cum in my mouth. Or on me. Deal?" she asked insistently, shaking, frazzled, sweating and blushing, yet despite everything, still reaching a trembling hand up towards that monolithic cock.

That arrogant, bossy expression was still fixed on her face, even while she was beginning the task of hesitantly closing her fingers around the mean bully's throbbing, veiny shaft. "Mm, you got it, Gilda. I won't get any cum in, or on, you!"

Gilda reached for Klein’s dick slowly, gracing his hard rod with a fingertip. It touched down on his member, first nudging a steely vein. It startled her with its throbbing hardness.

Gilda went for the shaft. Her fingernail touched his cock with a barely audible "Tpp," sound and depressed the flesh. She took a deep breath, sighed, and moved her second finger up towards the rod. This wasn't so bad. she could do this.

Suddenly, everything went wrong! The stimulation was just too much for Klein! He looked down at her face, those big yellow eyes, those wet lips... And it was too much for him! She was so fuckin' incredibly hot! His lust poured into his cock, a tidal wave of pussy-fuckin', girl-mounting need washing over his member so rapidly and unexpectedly it was like an alarm going off!

Alarm was right in more ways than one. Gilda felt like she'd been petting a sleeping cobra, which was now angrily awakened, spitting and hissing and wanting to poison her with its venom! His cock gave a furious twitch, balls clenching under the shaft right up to the base, the rod's head flailing from side to side... And a sudden blast of semen rushed out of the head, thick and goopy and viscous. She squawked and plucked her hand from the member's brutal shaft, trying to scoot back, but it was too late! His precum, not even his full ejaculation, was on the hunt for her!

It volleyed from the head of that sinister one-eyed monster, first striking the upper-right corner of Gilda’s face and then giving her a hot, wet lashing diagonally all the way down. Sperm laced across her eye, her nose, splattered on her lips and dripped inside her mouth... and then finally lathered her chin, leaving heaping helpings of cum to drip onto her chest. The smell was so acrid and powerful, heightened all the more by the goopy droplets that had shot directly into her nostrils, clogging her up with dick-sauce!

The poor, cum-blasted tomboy just sat there, bottomless and blinking. For the longest moment it seemed like she'd just been stunned comatose by the gooey blast, the thick, dripping spunk dribbling from her chin, down her neck, and towards her chest. But finally, as a long, trailing rivulet of that glistening white ooze reached her cleavage, she startled back to attention, glancing down suddenly.

"Fuck!" she yelped, quickly reaching down. Without warning, she gripped her top at the hem and swiped it off over her head in one smooth, clean movement.

Gilda's top-heavy form was finally bared in full, her titanic titties bouncing unevenly at the sudden yank of dampened fabric, jiggling and swaying with their own weight and momentum, as she hurriedly mopped up with her garment. She didn't pause for a moment to consider that she'd brought nothing else to wear, or that Klein's options of charity for such an occasion would be limited at absolute best. All she cared about was cleaning up and getting that horrible sticky slime off of her! She gagged, almost dry heaving, coughed, even spat, but it was all to no avail. Even though only a thin trail of a few drops had managed to splash into her gaping, open mouth, the taste was now intimately bonded to her tongue. She just couldn't get it out!

Still, at the least she could wipe her face off! Scrunching up her top, squinting with one eye to avoid a stinging shot past the eyelids, she made an absolute mess of her clothes to clean her face. It was a pretty good effort, especially with all the jiggling and bouncing it afforded her bared tits, but when it was all done there was still a glossy wet streak across the little lesbian's face. She scowled, just angry enough to override her disgust, and threw her top onto the couch, not intending to let it end up lost this time.

Klein's cock continued to pulse angrily, that throbbing purple helmet so big and violent it looked like it was in pain. The shaft's skin was stretched tight over its bulging frame. He was panting, but smiling like a spoilt kid, too! "Oo~oops. Heh. Mm. Okay. I promise no more cum... after that one."

"Was that just precum?" Gilda barked in a tone simultaneously furious and astounded. "What were the rules, huh?! You think just because you can fill a gas tank with that thing you can go shooting it off everywhere? Why should I even suck you off now, after you've done that?”

“And not so much as a warning! Hmph!" She folded her arms indignantly, smushing her oversized breasts tightly to her chest, but after a moment, her gaze trailed back to that glossy, glistening wet cock.

"Well," she grumbled, leaning forward to stroke it again, "No more. One I'll forgive, but two is out of the fucking question. You hear me, you dumb, sexist pig?" Her fingers, already sticky with seed, began once more to wrap around that sizzling, eager prick. This time she slowly, clumsily pumped up and down a few inches of the shaft, more exploratory than anything. God, this was awkward. She sure wasn't lying about never having done this before. But there was some strange appeal to that, too...

"Hey, come on, I thought this was a suck-job, not a handy... What the hell, Gilda?" Klein stamped his foot a few inches from her thigh in a way that made her knit her furious brows even lower. This spoilt shit...

She pinched the plump head of his cock between thumb and forefinger. The motion was supposed to hurt, but the spongy tip seemed pretty resilient! All it did was make the seriously sleazy suck-lover just shudder and let out a little moan. He might as well be off in his own little world right now, with the way he was treating her like a titty-flashing blowjob-machine. "Fuckin'... Do you want me to break your dick off? Who says a handjob isn't enough, dipshit?"

"Hey, all I know is you said you'd suck it, so... Let's see you take it in already. Come the fuck on, Gilda, you're puttin' me to sleep."

He was persistent! He was mean! And his dick was so heavy it looked like it could break bricks! As his nagging continued to wear Gilda down, just up and leaving seemed to be becoming less and less of an option. She looked down at the plump head of his dick, still twitching like a wild animal in her hand. She looked at the floor, gulped, and very slowly and consciously began to open her mouth.

"Ahhh~" Her plump pink lips fell open, revealing the wet, sticky sleeve within. At that moment, her mouth felt like another pussy. It was a target for men like him that they doggedly pursued, buying her drinks, chatting her up and begged, coerced and insisted for...

She'd never been so conscious of her own tongue's movements. It swatted from side to side as she turned up and looked at him, her mouth still open. To him, her head looked like a dick-holster with eyes.

"Mmm. That's it."

He leaned forward and depressed her tongue to the bottom of her mouth with the head of his penis, putting its lashing to rest. Its squirming stopped abruptly, all available space in her mouth now taken up with meaty member. As she tested the theory that her mouth was stuffed with cock, her tongue made little twitches that made him shudder with pleasure. "Mmmn. Oh yeah," groaned Klein.

More semen splashed onto the roof of her mouth as he began to move his hips. Time seemed to stop as he stretched her mouth out around his member. Klein’s distant shirt-clad belly began to inch closer to her face, while the panicky sensation that she was becoming full grew stronger and stronger.

With every slick, sweaty inch of cock that slowly pushed its way into her overstretched mouth, Gilda's worry began to deepen. This had been a questionable idea to start, but now that it was in her mouth, her brain was scrambling to keep up with her senses. There was that thick, musky taste, that stench of sweat and manliness, that dripping, lingering flavour of precum and cock that now seeped into her taste buds for the first time. And as she was pulled - or perhaps pushed? - further onto that cock, her head sliding closer and closer to Klein's bare crotch, she couldn't help but feel all the more panicked.

Her eyes widened, glancing rapidly, helplessly, from a cross-eyed stare at the huge prick slipping into her open mouth-sheath, and to Klein's confident, grinning expression. Her own expression was all confusion, her eyes overwhelmed and pleading. But pleading for what she couldn't hope to say aloud, or think about clearly, with her gullet being stuffed like this.

Feeling yet more gooey mess start to dribble and spurt from the tip, she sort of coughed, gagged slightly, but all it served to do was instantly slip her down another inch down that enormous pillar of pure, intimidating manhood.

As if the sensation itself wasn't enough, that overwhelming, even choking feeling of an oversized, heavy-as-lead cock pushing into her mouth, sliding over her tongue like some lewd landing strip as it struggled and squirmed under the impressive heft, there was also the psychological element to consider. Images of the other conquests Klein had flashed in the back of her head, bumped out by her own nervous noises and hesitant twitches. She saw herself on the same line-up, imagined herself on her back with legs spread along with a line of bimbos, with Klein happily going down the row, penetrating each girl with a quick thrust before moving onto the next. How had she positioned herself into this? Was she really just another notch on his belt, even after all she said, all she believed in? She was so full of bluster and spit a second ago, but now her bluster was gone, and her spit was coating Klein's terrifying cock.

Lesbian lips were locked on that slick shaft. A dyke's tongue lashed over the underside, stroking and caressing, clumsily, inadvertently, but pleasurably all the same. And as her jaw began to stretch to its limit, Gilda realized with a wide-eyed sincerity that even her hardcore lezzy throat was being poked by a prick belonging to the biggest pig she knew. How? How? How could she have come to this? Why did she offer this? For all her panic, she sure couldn't think straight, and somehow - perhaps in Klein's own confident presentation - it never even occurred to her that pulling her mouth off was even an option.

She'd had silky-soft lesbian lovers working their fingers through her hair. She'd had women young and old support her neck and the back of her head with warm hands. She'd been cradled, petted and whatever else! But she'd never felt a man's strong palms closing around the top of her head, his fingers splaying across her scalp almost down to her neck.

A sudden flash came to her mind that it was more like the way a workman gripped his tool than how a lover handled her body. His hands had their only manly weight and aroma, trapping her on all sides.

Klein started to move his hips more insistently. He growled low and dark in the back of his throat, solely fixated on getting off inside this cute little feminist. The crusade for women's rights would have to take a little break right now, because Gilda was definitely out to lunch.

Gilda felt his shaft trembling... Wasn't he getting awfully close to cumming? She hardly had enough experience to be sure, but it seemed like... Well, they had a deal. He'd promised not to cum in her, or on her. They had a deal, so -

Klein began really cumming. Gilda's protests were stifled, her efforts to tug her head away powerless against that helmet-grip he had on her, keeping his target firmly stationary. A thick, gluggy tide of semen bubbled forth from the head of his cock, the tip opened up all the way as it struggled to keep up with the volume he was pumping out! First shot, second shot, third shot... His cum kept pouring out, each trembling ejaculation barely clear of the head and white-washing her mouth before the successive one was rocketing up behind it, pushing spunk out with even more force and pressure!

Klein threw his head and groaned somewhere around the seventh shot, and finally loosened his grip. Gilda was free to collapse onto the floor, the poor girl sucking in dear gasps. A waterfall of spunk oozed out of her mouth as she clutched her chest, thinking the nightmare was finally over... But that thought only lasted until long ropes of semen lashed across her back like water-gun blasts! Klein semened-up her neck, her hair and poured it down her back like he'd upturned a bucket! She was getting soaked!

"We had a deal!" The thought burned in her head as his semen turned the insides of her mouth white. He'd betrayed his best friend just to get off. For Klein, emptying his nuts inside a hotty's curvy bod came before anything else.

He gripped her shoulder, turned the girl back to face him. Gilda began to echo her thoughts, starting to say, “We had a dea - ” right before Klein forced his cock back in her mouth. Just in time for the tenth shot, and all the ones after it. Any semen that might have dribbled out of her mouth during her short-lived respite was now being ruggedly forced down her throat!

Thick. Hot. Sticky. Goopy. It was like nothing she'd ever tasted before - but everything she'd feared! It was so thick she felt like she was gulping glue, and her poor lesbian throat struggled to swallow fast enough to keep her airways clear. If she thought her mouth was stuffed before, now it was absolutely stretched to its limits!

Her jaw ached, and her cheeks bulged as they filled up with gooey-thick spunk, filling in what little space remained between her stretched-out cheeks and that monster-sized cock, glazing her tongue and coating her entire mouth. Her eyes were wide, her lesbo lips made a perfect seal around that pulsing tool of rock-hard manliness, and with her cheeks puffed out with cum, she looked positively cartoonish! A look like that certainly isn't one people would ever associate with a tough, self-confident, capable dyke like Gilda. A look like that couldn't be forgotten. Klein glimpsed it only for a second, lucky enough to witness it firsthand, but no amount of angry bluster from this bitch would ever hold water again. Not after her cheeks swelled up like balloons and she nearly choked on a fat, sticky load of pure cum.

Gilda swallowed hard and fast, but soon it became too much. Just as Klein pulled his cock out with a sickening, sloppy "pop", she coughed, gagged, a goopy rope of thick spunk oozing down from her lips and onto her chin, moving slowly with all the weight its appearance implied. It dribbled down, a long, sticky strand of glistening white slickness connecting her gasping, gaping mouth with the tops of her bare tits where it was now pooling.

Gilda gagged, disgusted, looking genuinely nauseated. It was terrible. It was terrifying. It was quite literally a nightmare come true. How many nights had she tossed and turned, imagining this horrible substance all around her? Choking her, coating her features into an indistinguishable sloppy mess, leaving her drowning in a sea of syrupy-thick white cum? And now here she was, coughing, her mouth so coated with the gluey sperm she couldn't even tongue it off the inside of her cheeks. It was all she could taste. It was all she could smell. Her whole mouth was coated with a thick layer of the awful stuff so sticky she literally couldn't get it off. She panicked. What if it never came off? What if she had a cummy mouth for the rest of her life? Like a permanent coating. She had to get it off quick, her crazed mind reasoned. Otherwise it would set in. Like superglue. It sure felt like it.

"You bastard!" Gilda squawked, trying in vain to wipe her mouth clean. "You said you wouldn't do that! We had a fucking deal!" She coughed, turning away, shaking her head. Her tits jiggled with every protest, the slightest movement sending those heavy orbs swaying. She may have gotten dinner, but Klein was getting the show.

Words flashed in her mind, seared into darkness, imprinted. Just flashes. Just light. But they registered somewhere in her subconscious, tenacious, as if stuck there by the gluey cum itself. "Slut." "Trash." "Whore." For a moment the word "Lesbian," came to mind, but a sudden cough and it was stamped over with another guilty, shameful subconscious impression.

"Cocksucker."

Klein stood over Gilda, his dripping dick still hard. She looked from him, to it, then back again, fingers hovering over her mouth. "No..."

Gilda ended up on Klein's bed. It wasn't even noon yet, and here she was getting rammed.

Her ankles were up around her ears in a pose that was more wrestling pin than sex-position, her pussy and asshole both completely exposed to the open air. Her punk chic clothes, the leather pants, the ripped t-shirts with offensive slogans and indie band names were all on the floor now and she was as naked and exposed as the day she was born.

A man was on her. A sweaty, O-faced man, groaning like a beast right in her ear. He was rubbing his hard body against her soft one, holding her legs down to prevent her from moving away at all. The pig was groaning over and over as he moved his hips, pistoning his hard dick in and out of her pussy. "Was this how you thought things were gonna turn out when you came over this morning, Gilda?" he teased.

In contrast, her eyes were dark and narrowed, glowering up at him as he fucked her hot pussy. She was as defiant as ever. The only sign on her face that she was getting dicked was her flushed cheeks and her slightly-parted lips sucking in air. He buried his cock in her to the base and started moving his hips in a circle, stirring her unavoidably wet pussy. "You look like you're about to cum. Mmmn, how about it, wanna cum from the cock of the man you're so angry at? I'll make you cum, nnm."

He changed his circling from clockwise to counter-clockwise, making her huff that little bit more. "Even if you don't want to, you'll arch your back and cum squealing. Harder than you ever have with a girl. Mm."

The internal struggle was almost as heady and overwhelming as the one outside. That monstrous, disgusting pillar of imposing masculinity pistoning into her like some vile male machine, those heavy, cum-filled balls boiling-hot and ready for release slapping her poor upturned ass, and the awful sloppy, pounding noises that filled the air - they were all Gilda could think about for the longest time. Just focusing on the sensation as she was spread wide, forced open, and penetrated so deeply she started to worry Klein's dick would stretch her beyond the point of recovery. Every time she started to get her thoughts straight, another sudden, deep pounding would send her brain scrambling. And with her legs strained up behind her ears, in a pose she'd never have to assume with her preferred female partner, even the most valiant efforts would yield nothing. She couldn't struggle, couldn't fight, couldn't squirm out of this vulnerable pin. All she could do was lie there, spread, and get used, the way Klein intended. Maybe the way she was meant to. Her mind was struggling, but her body sure did seem to be taking that cock like a pro. The vice-like grip of her not-so-virgin-anymore pussy clung to that massive prick like her life depended on it, milking the length of the shaft with a velvety wet grip.

It was only when Klein finally paused that Gilda was able to gasp for breath, like she was nearly drowned. It didn't help that the tomboy’s whole mouth, from the insides of her cheeks to the surface of her tongue, was still so thickly, gooey-coated with cum that she nearly felt like she was having trouble breathing.

Gilda absolutely didn't look like the badass girl she always talked herself up to be. In fact, she looked more like one of Klein's regular breathless bimbos. But with this brief respite, her legs tense and aching from their spread, her toes tight from curling, her heavy, fat-titted chest heaving with panting breaths, she struggled for some semblance of control.

"Will you..." she heaved between breathy gasps, tits rising and falling, "Shut... the fuck up?" She propped herself up on her elbows, their intimate bodies slicked with sweat, her eyes half-lidded as if threatening to pass out from the harsh treatment. Surprising even the son of a bitch whose cock was buried inside her unexplored pussy, she reached out suddenly, grasping, however weakly, at his throat.

"You cum inside me and I really will fucking kill you. My face, my mouth again, I don't even give a shit. But you finish in my cunt and you'll be missing teeth." she hissed.

The bitch settled down back, catching her breath, then shot an angry look at the bastard. "Well? Come on! If you're going to fuck me you better not hold back, because you're not getting another chance like this."

Gilda sucked breath in over her teeth, only able to taste the gooey mess of Klein's sticky cum. "Now come on, hurt me good," she panted, too far gone to turn back, giving in, in her own way, to the rough treatment.

"You don't want people to think I walked out of here on two stable legs, do you? Fucking faggot can’t even fuck girls right," she grinned a cocky, angry, challenging grin, but her face was flushed red in humiliation and reluctant pleasure. Gilda sure didn't look like the dyke that walked in here. She braced herself, gritting her teeth, looking scared, but as ready as she'd ever be. Her toes curled up. "Now go ahead and show me what dicks are so good for, anyway."

What a little trooper. Other men might've gone flaccid under such a torrent of vulgar abuse, but Klein was rigid. He was hard as a board, twitching cock bobbing back and forth inside her little pussy.

Klein changed positions, laying fully on top of Gilda. At first it was just his hot breath burning her face as he gasped on her, but then he took it to the next level. That horny boy affixed his lips to hers, plastering their mouths together and pouring all that male heat out inside her. She became aware of wet, slurpy, sucking sounds and grew disgusted by them... Even moreso when she realized they were coming from the contact point between his nasty lips and her soft pink mouth! His tongue wormed inside in a similar way to how his cock had earlier.

Gilda's ankles were in the air now, pinned down by his muscular thighs. His legs trailed behind him, feet spilling across the bed, braced only by his large, hard dick holding him inside of her. From behind they looked ridiculous, a two-assed beast with legs coming off in all directions. An invasive shaft spanned the length between their two bodies, drilling deep into the sticky hole between her legs. Each time it hilted inside, those legs wobbling in the air wavered and tensed up. Her toes curled.

He lifted his hips, curling his spine slightly and unsheathing his cock from her insides. Inch after inch of glistening, Gilda-stained shaft emerged from the depths of her blissful womanly body. He poised, hanging over her, then drove it back in. Those airborne legs kicked again. Her asshole and pussy both tightened.

Klein went at Gilda again and again. He was seeing this out to its end. He plunged into her over and over again with a mechanical intent. Would he pull out? Could he even pull out at this point? What male would miss this opportunity to turn her insides shock-white, defying even the pinkness of her pussy? After she'd denied him her pussy for so long, how could a man want to do anything but plant his flag? He braced to deliver a frothy, bubbling load.

He leaned in to chew her ear, teeth gently sinking into the lobe. "If you're so determined, then... Don't cum. Don't cum and I won't cum inside. Mm, shouldn't be h-hard for the dyke to not get off from a stiffy all the way to the base in her pussy!"

At the latest thrust, Gilda's eyes widened as if she'd just been shot. "Fuck!" she squawked out so loudly it took all her breath with it. "Fuck!" she gasped again, sucking air, biting her lip, clenching her teeth, tensing up, clutching at the sheets under her. Whatever she could to try and tough it out. "Fuck!" again.

"Ow!" when he plunged in deeper than ever. Not a moan of pleasurable pain -- just pain. But the pleasure followed fast.

"Fuck!" she threw her head back, gasping, panting. Her back arched. Her pinned, bare young lezzy hips undulated against his as best as they were able. "Ow, ow, ow, fuck, god-- ow, ow! Fuck! Yes! Oh fuck! Ohhh fuck! Ow, yeah! Harder!" she wasn't just moaning - she was practically screaming. The whole bed shook around them. She suddenly wrapped her arms around him and dug her nails in, scratching along Klein's bare back so hard she drew blood in a few places.

"Ow! Fuck! Yes! Yes yes fuck ow owwwwhh god yes! Fuck you! Harder!” Vicious anger and Gilda’s spit insults mixed into desperate, wild longing of a sensation she'd never known. It hurt, it overwhelmed all her other senses, but it drove her to a kind of pleasure new, as exciting as it was terrifying.

"Harder!" she demanded again, dragging Klein in deeper, "Fuck me as hard as you can! God!" She moaned, thrust her shoulders back, tits bouncing unfettered, as a sudden electric jolt shot through her body. Every muscle tensed up, twitched. Her toes clenched so tight they cramped. Gilda opened her mouth to scream but nothing came out, just a dazed, wordless sort of chirp with only the faintest sound. Waves broke and washed over her with hurricane force. All this from a cock? From a filthy, pig-bastard's cock?! Her face was red from exhaustion and embarrassment but even as trashy as she was sure she looked, she pulled him in as deep as she could, clutching him.

It had been a battle between cock and pussy. A steely hard penis versus a fleshy, vulnerable, quivering pussy, peeking fearfully from between a woman's legs. The cock had broken inside, ransacked its treasures and left it splattered in a seedy, vitriolic coating of cum. Neither of them would ever forget the moment when Gilda surrendered her peach and came trembling on the end of Klein's raw-smelling rod.

She shuddered against him, arms wrapped around his back, her hot breath pouring out onto his face. “Fuck you, Klein.” That's all that she could think to say. “Fuck you, I’m so done with your shit.”

“And don't you dare pull out yet. Not till I’m fucking done.”

Klein groaned, the look on her face more potent than anything she could have said or done to dissuade him from pouring his seed into her. Cum hit her pussy hard, rocketing into her, a tidal-wave of destruction that left everything in its wake dripping and white-washed. It melted any remaining resistance. He hilted against her insides and poured his cum directly into her, groaning and crying out. The male sowed his seed, without so much of a stitch of protection between them.

"Nnngh!" His feet dragged across the bed, yanking the sheets half off the bed in his excitement. He kept on thrusting all the way through his orgasm. "Oh fuck. Oh fuck."

Klein eased back and up off of Gilda, leaving her to lay trembling on the sheets. With a helpless expression, the short-haired tomboy hooked her fingers in her pussy and spread her lips, guiding him down to look at the thick globs of sperm oozing out of her pussy and dripping down her butt. “Hrk... You filled me up. And I’m not on the pill, you idiot!”

Sometime later, Klein and Gilda were laying side by side in bed together. He had the sheets drawn up to his waist, a cigarette pinched between his lips. Beside him, Gilda had the sheets up to her chin, spunk-soaked breasts and pussy out of view. For all the good it did her: he'd seen every last inch of her, and bared her soul.

Klein still had all his teeth, thankfully! He'd have hated to get even a single one punched out by Gilda, not when he needed that winning smile to draw in more curvy hoochie just like her.

Author's Note

This brings the second large story arc to a close, thanks for staying with me through it, everyone! After this we'll be getting a return to Fluttershy.

Fluttershy 2
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The Pink Circle

Fluttershy 2

Author's Note

VERY heavy adultery/cuckolding warning on this chapter and the one after. I can see it ticking some people off.

Fluttershy 2

"I told you, you worry too much, sweetie!"

A familiar couple strolled in through the Art Class door, leaving the occupants of the small, mostly empty classroom to catch only the tail end of their conversation. At the forefront of the pair was the pink-haired beauty everyone on campus knew, and she strolled in through the door smiling that sweet, empathetic, innocent smile she was so well-known for.

But even not knowing the context, they couldn’t help but believe her... She just sounded so very, very sincere.

Today Fluttershy entered hand in hand with a lanky, narrow young man with black hair, the meek-looking boy by the name of Paul. He was her boyfriend of eight months in title, if not in deed.

Paul glanced about the small room not unlike a cute little squirrel. He was fidgety and jumpy, and occasionally scratched along the back of his neck in a placeless show of vague and idle unease. He seemed comforted by Fluttershy’s words and her warm hand around his, and smiled an earnest, if somewhat goofy, smile.

He sat down, and she found her way to the chair beside him.

Every Monday and Wednesday, this class of art by rough sketches took place under the eyes of a teacher with little to no interest in modern styles. It was nothing revolutionary, but the two young lovers attended with enthusiasm. They shared only this one class, so they certainly made the most of it.

Showing visible hesitation, Paul released Fluttershy's hand long enough to let her get her supplies from her bag. In her tight, almost trademark yellow sweater, every movement, however subtle, broadcasted a lovely bounce and jiggle of her massive bust to all willing to look - and to Paul's chagrin, that usually seemed to be just about everyone nearby. Despite an impressively sized bra, Fluttershy's oversized breasts swayed and shook with a mind of their own, rhythmic and hypnotic. Sure, her plain green skirt nicely hemmed in around her broad hips, but with such a top-heavy figure, most of the attention always ended up well above the waistline.

So distracting was her inadvertent display over such a minor motion that it took Paul a moment to even glance up and fully survey the situation:

"Hey! Where's the professor?"

Poor Paul... He had been dating the school's foremost walking porn scene, an angel with the curves of a devil, for so, so long and he hadn't dipped between those velvet thighs even one time! Not even once had he sampled perfection, energetically working his little hips while she cradled him to her chest... And he'd never been more aware of it until now. Not since those damnable calendars. He'd avoided them until now, managing to avert his eyes and close his ears whenever the subject of Fluttershy's absolutely jaw-dropping pussy, posterior and blush-reddened bouncing mammary glands had come up, but he was dating her for goodness sake! Every day was a reminder that she'd done all that preening and posing for Klein's camera, and then idly sat by and watched while they were distributed among the entire college population. While every other sexually-active male in a 10 kilometre radius had hung her dangerously lewd pictures up on their walls, beating their stiffened meats to her curves every night, he sat in his room with the real iteration of that fully-dressed love-doll body and kept his hands to himself and his cock from shooting!

As he surveyed the class, he wondered which of the boys here had touched themselves while contributing to the litres of semen that had been pumped out in tribute to Fluttershy's body. How many of them had contributed to bathtub after bathtub of obscene male worship, filling up swimming pools of male genetic material that Fluttershy would be invited to go and bathe in and soak in until her whole body was shiny and dripping semen~ He was almost relieved when he realized the Professor was absent, anything to take his mind off all the erections that were probably throbbing around him right now.

He led Fluttershy to her seat before one of those apes offered to give her a lap to sit on, before he voiced his query to the class.

Another student, one Paul knew from reputation all too well, had been sitting on his desk quietly until now, but Klein lifted his head at Paul's words. He'd managed to pick his voice out of all the jabbering going on in the classroom, and he hopped off his desk with one smooth motion. "Looks like she's absent today... But even if she were here, she'd just have told us to get on with our life-drawing practise, anyway."

There were some giggles from the nearby girls at that. Klein crossed the room and took a seat right on Fluttershy's desk, keeping his eyes focused on Paul. "It's really not so bad. We can just have our own class today."

Utterly oblivious to Paul's obvious discomfort with the notion, Fluttershy glanced up with a polite, even friendly smile, and gave Klein a warm nod. She was simply too innocent for words! Even after everything Klein had put her through, she just smiled and welcomed the conniving bastard to sit next to her.

"Trusting" would be a good word. "Gullible" might be better. She hadn’t written off everything that had happened between them, not at all, but Fluttershy had the heart of a saint, and her blind optimism didn’t fade easily. Even when faced with evidence like this.

Even Klein had to hand it to her: it was hard to get her down. Getting her off, on the other hand, was a whole lot easier, and much more fun.

Even as her boyfriend began to open his mouth to nix the idea, Fluttershy beamed with enthusiasm. "Of course! We can keep going. We know all about the lesson for today... and it'll be fun! Right, honey?" she asked, turning to Paul and clapping her hands together. Under the gaze of those honey-sweet eyes, he melted again.

"Ahh... Sure thing, sweetie. We'll stay if you want to," he hesitantly conceded, and with little fuss.

"Not like we have anywhere to be, anyway..." the young man trailed off, briefly catching another classmate staring at his bubbly girl's bouncy rack. Why was she always so... animated?

Klein clapped his hands together with a big smile, before leaning forwards slightly. His large, rough hand reached for one of Fluttershy's, sending her colossal rack jostling in the process. It wasn't like he had a choice in the matter, really: each of those quivering mams was parked heavily on top of her small wooden desk with enough weight to make it creak, her forearms smothered under the avalanche of Grade-A Dairy-Cow flesh. Only her fingertips were poking out at all, and he had to actually shift her rack to one side to daintily pluck her hand up.

"In that case, I have the perfect idea... Why don't we use Fluttershy as a live model, mm? We already sketch plenty of the Great Works of Art and History, so why not add one of the history’s greatest bodies to the list?”

He turned towards the bubbly pinkette, rubbing his hands together excitedly. “How about it, Fluttershy? Want to be our star?"

Paul's stomach lurched in his chest as Fluttershy's eyes widened, an elated smile slowly spreading across her face at the mention of the word "star." Didn't she understand that she'd be being put on show for the public a third time?

She was so excited, the girl with the dream-body actually began to rock back and forth on her chair, bouncing on the spot! Each wiggle sent ripples passing from where they joined her chest all the way out to those saucer-sized nips of hers.

Paul lowered his eyes and scanned the room, seeing what he feared most: every single pair of eyes in the room was rooted on these subtle waves of motion. An oppressive air was settling over the room, with every single student's thoughts painted plain as day on their faces: "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck," was the intent he read behind their eyes, with every single horny boy and every single pervy gal in this room wanting to see the cow-tittied bitch put on the block. They wanted to gawk at her body, boyfriend or not.

He raised a finger, opening his mouth slightly. "Wait a..." And like the difference between night and day, the atmosphere in the room took a sudden glance. Mouths snapped shut, turning from abject drooling into sneers of disapproval. Eyebrows furrowed and lips thinned. Their eyes dragged from the chest to the pest. "Cuck. Cuck. Cuck. Cuck." He could suddenly feel their disdain for him as if it were a bucket of cold water being upturned over his head. Paul cringed inwardly.

Still, he had to say something!

Paul stood up slowly and came and stood before Klein. "Fluttershy won't participate. She won't! I... I know what you two got up to during that photoshoot, I know you're trying to get more of that!"

Klein rolled his shoulders. "Mmm? What do you mean? What did we do, li'l Pauly?"

Paul flushed bright-red. "She... Your penis was... In that last photo you sent me, your penis was right in front of her face!"

The crowd leered, leaning closer.

"And you two were laying in the grass together as well, so... So you slept with her! Let's get out of here, Fluttershy." He turned to help her out of the chair and out of the room again, but Klein was already moving.

Klein was still holding Fluttershy's hand and helped her out of her chair, smiling as he drew her into his chest. As both orbs of her bosom began to smother his entire front in creamy pale flesh, he stifled a little laugh. He shifted his hand to hold her by the small of her back.

"You've got it all wrong, Paul... I just... fell. Fluttershy was helping me get up again. My pants got snagged on a tree branch, so they got kinda tugged down for a bit.”

Klein shrugged theatrically, acting like this was all just one big misunderstanding. “I'll admit your girlfriend did happen to get a glimpse of a certain considerably-sized male part, but that was the extent of it. I pulled my pants up again right after!"

He turned to Fluttershy, giving her a little shake that made her breasts bob and slap together! "Isn't that right?" Both boys turned to look at her.

Fluttershy doesn't miss a beat. "Of course that's the truth. Klein may be clumsy, and I know things may have looked bad, but we absolutely didn't sleep together!" Her response was as positive as she was, and twice as innocent. Maybe some part of her really believed that - that what happened in the woods that day was mostly just a misunderstanding. Sure, they got up to some things they shouldn't have, but no one could really help that. Perhaps she didn't suspect Klein of ulterior motives, and naively but earnestly believed that Klein, like herself, was simply a victim to circumstance, no more aware or in control of the events than she was.

Then again, perhaps she was just considerate enough of a liar to save her boyfriend's ego.

But whether she believed it or not, she'd certainly said it. And as she turned away from Klein, resting her palms reassuringly on her boyfriend's scrawny chest, Fluttershy offered him a sweet, encouraging smile. "Come on, sweetie, oh, don't be upset! You love art, remember? And you love live drawing. There's nothing to be afraid of. I'm sure things will be fine, and now that we've already worked together, Klein and I will be that much better at understanding each other. There won't be any mishaps or anything. You'll see."

Her tone was so comforting, yet something about the words twisted the poor boy's stomach. "And anyway," she continues with a little laugh, "The human body is nothing to be ashamed of. That's what art's all about, right?"

She innocently gestured to herself, bouncing on her heels and waved her hands from top to bottom across her own visage as her breasts jiggled and slowly came to a stop. "You don't think I should be ashamed of all this, or anything like that, right?" she offered, so ridiculous an idea he couldn’t help but laugh too.

"No, no of course not, baby," Paul returned quickly. "You know I think you're beautiful. Everyone does!" he blurted out, his expression changing suddenly as he realized what he'd said.
But the implication was lost on his lovely, pink haired titsy-goddess of a girlfriend, who bounced once more, clapping with girlish enthusiasm. "Oh, how fun! I've never been a live model!" she beamed.

Klein squeezed Fluttershy's shoulders from behind with a little laugh, locking the poor wimp in his sights as he did so. Floots couldn't quite see his expression from where she was, but the look of scheming on his face sent a shiver down Paul's spine.

"Why don't we get started, then? Do you two want to undress here, or go somewhere private to strip off?"

Fluttershy gasped. Paul took a step forwards and he spoke immediately, with all his determination: "Undressed! We're not getting undressed!"

Klein just shrugged. "It's like Fluttershy said, the human body is just another one of the many beautiful objects on the canvas... It's not nice of you to tell her she has to be ashamed of it, Pauly~"

Paul sagged visibly, knowing he probably couldn't become any more hated by the hormonal crowd at this point, but not wanting to risk finding out. "Alright... But there's thirty students in this class! If we change our minds about it, you'll have to get someone else in."

Klein patted both of them on the back, slapping them both with enough strength to make the wimp's cock shrivel up a little bit more and the bimbo's breasts almost pop out of her sweater! He couldn't help but watch those teats slap together with an audible "clap!" and immediately think, "Settle down, girls. You'll be back with Papa soon, just be patient."

Soon, Paul and his lovely, lovely girlfriend were in the teacher's small office adjacent to the main classroom. He tugged his shirt over his head, dropped pants, and then raised his eyes to check on Fluttershy. "Do you need a hand with your bra or anything, dear?"

Immediately, Fluttershy glanced over her shoulder to her boyfriend with an admonishing look. "Don't be a pervert, Paul." she chided in her sweet tone, stern yet considerate.

Paul looked outright surprised by that one.

Soon, they were both undressed. With less trepidation to hold her back, Fluttershy stood buck-naked by the door, her massive, heavy, pale tits swaying pendulously as she turned even slightly to glance out the frosted window that opened to the class. With her pert, bare ass exposed to her boyfriend - and for the first time, at that - it was only his nervous fear that kept him from popping a very inappropriate erection. He was only human, and seeing this busty vision of beauty stripped down was enough to drive any man wild.

Paul himself fumbled with his final article of clothing, a pair of small white briefs, and only after steeling himself could he finally remove them in one swift motion. His legs wobbled in an almost cartoonish show of unease.

Fluttershy glanced to him with an encouraging, warm smile, holding a hand up to avoid glancing at his more private areas. "See? All set! Let's go!" she bubbled, opening the door. She seemed to be fully convinced of both her and Klein’s assurances of normalcy, and left Paul to stumble in behind.

Somehow, her not looking at him stung a little. The whole class would be looking, and yet she averted her eyes? Was there something wrong with HIS body? He wasn't hung like a horse, by any means, and admittedly was well on the small size, but somehow he'd never been too self-conscious about all that. It never seemed to matter much. Of course, walking to the center of a bunch of classmates with his flaccid dick hanging out was certainly a humbling experience for the poor young man either way.

He winced as she stepped out of the dimly-lit room back into the light, knowing that his first private glimpse of his girlfriend's body was now being shared with every last one of those perverts outside. Paul had no choice but to follow.

A few of the other students had to stifle laughter and hide smiles behind hands when the slender little male re-entered the classroom. The space between his legs was laden with a banana that looked far too small and unripe for the fruit bowl they'd be sketching today! It was the kind of shrivelled half-dick that men like Klein had a duty to keep out of warm, comfy pussies, and he intended to do exactly that.

Fluttershy was standing at the front of the class, rocking on the balls of her feet. Bouncing. Smiling. The things she'd always done so innocently in his presence now cast in a vastly more erotic light for the audience!

Fluttershy's large, erotic breasts were the full focus of everyone's attention, impossible to miss! Those plump, dizzyingly-large orbs the open and very greedy invitation of a body desperately craving to be enslaved. How had they ended up on such a pure angel, old enough to be in college and still not even browsing internet porn?

Any onlooker's gaze would begin its journey rackwards by starting at those big, expressive eyes of hers and her perky nose. Her soft, radiant smile. Her narrow neck and slender shoulders. Up until there it was the cute body of any pretty, lovely girl you'd be happy to call your lover, but below there, the breast-explosion began in earnest!

Below was where Fluttershy’s wishes for a slender, innocent good girl body ended, and the walking porn scene began! Anything decent or ladylike from the neck down was cast in shadow by all the lewd, spellbinding meat contributing to those titanic orbs. Braless and nude, the bimbette's obscene udders hung without sagging, forming lewdly attractive bell shapes. Her breasts were large enough to meet in the middle even when topless, and the contact turned her nipples slightly outwards.

Shadows were being cast on the blushing girl’s belly where those cock-teasing tit-pillows erotically weighed on her. As if they weren't mesmerizing enough already, the slightest wobble of her frame sent the quivering nipples capping each teat bouncing, bobbling and wobbling enough to point at the floor, the ceiling, or both at the same time.

It was the best rack in the entire university, with endless heft and softness, a chest that made everyone else look flat, and made her look like a cute accessory to those trembling orbs that clapped together with the slightest movement. It was within his grasp every day, yet at the same time so very far away. But it had never felt farther than ever from Paul's grasp as when he came and stood beside naked Fluttershy and big-cock bully Klein.

With all eyes on her, the top-heavy young girl couldn't help but smile nervously. Her posture was idle, somewhat hesitant, yet unashamed. She rocked gently on her heels, each movement, no matter how slight, sent her massive mammaries swaying with their own peculiar momentum, those perky, bright pink nipples drawing everyone's attention as they highlighted the swing and bounce of her enormous breasts. Her hips were broad, far more than they seemed beneath the skirt that had hid them for so long, and her ass was round, perky, as if begging for a quick swat. And nestled between her legs, the softest, most delicate pink of all. Her hands draped gently between her thighs, and she stood there before the horny boys of the class in a pose not quite hiding, not quite showing off. Just waiting. No doubt she wanted them to get over their initial reaction, to suppress that first impression, so that they could move on with the poses. They knew each other already, but in many ways it was a greeting all the same - from her naked body to their lusty eyes.

But as lovely as her whole figure was, not even those round cheeks, luscious wet lips, and broad hips could keep attention off her rack for long, and soon every eye in the room was back to those lewd, weighty tits. She either didn't notice or didn't mind, and smiled politely to Klein, ready, it seemed, for the class to go on.

Paul was not quite so calm with his predicament. What enjoyment he might have had, as the others did, from staring at Fluttershy's beautiful naked figure was hampered by the very fact the others were enjoying it. With every set of eyes on her he grew more and more jealous and uncomfortable, squirming and wringing his hands, unable to stand still. All he managed to do was stand with his butt out a little, hunched over slightly as if to hide his flaccid cock. He was a grower, he had told himself, and so very unimpressive in this light. Though to be fair, even at full mast he was certainly no stallion.

Klein felt so horny! His member was standing up in his pants, and he didn't mind one bit who saw... Every other male in the class must have a pussy-busting stiffy rampaging around inside their pants right now, or at least every male who wasn't Paul! He was sure they'd feel his pain, openly weeping sympathy from their cock-heads at how he couldn't get up and inside that perfect gal's coochy again. He thought maybe he'd taken the edge off of his thirst for Fluttershy and he could go without wanting to pin her hips and pound-pound-pound, but somehow his carnal lust for her innocence was stronger than ever!

Klein caressed his hot bulge, anticipating the moment when she'd cheat again, when they'd rub ankles together and she'd spread her legs apart for a perverted penetration.

He realized Fluttershy was trying to get his attention, and looked up. The titsy saint of a girl had picked up a sketchbook and was holding it with both hands in front of her face. She seemed more preoccupied with covering up her blush than her bosom. Her plump pink pussy went completely uncovered altogether! Best of all, the small sketchbook made a mockery of her attempts to hold it vertical, her super-slutty rack pushing the bottom edge out to an obscene degree.

"Umm... What's the first pose?" she asked.

Klein's eyes watered as he took in her beauty. What perfect livestock.

"Mm, yes." He moved to the back of the art room and picked up a bedsheet, some prop apples and an empty bottle of wine, and bid Fluttershy to climb onto the teacher's desk. It was an order that immediately bore fruit: a large, shapely apple bottom in this case! She faced her Callipygian buttocks towards the class and planted one foot and both hands on the desk, easing up on top it with an adorable little "Hup!" sound.

Fluttershy laid down amidst the props, gently guided into a model pose by Klein. She was laying on her side, upper body upraised, fingers on one hand splayed out on a hip so large it was level with her shoulder. That glorious pink hair flooded down her back and spilled all over the desk and off the side.

At first her cow-tits hung so low they were brushing the desk, but simple spoken directions and touches from Klein guided her to turn her body upwards slightly. Soon, one meaty orb was wobbling on top of her body like it might spill at any moment, and the other was hoisting and depressing with her breathing, pointing directly at the class. The tit on top made a particular show of itself, proudly emphasizing how firm and sensitive her juicy pink nipples were for everyone! The cool air of the classroom had it standing to full erection in just moments, and Fluttershy pouted at the fleshy nub every time it sent chills of pleasure down her spine. "Uuu... The blanket, please..." was all she could say.

Klein did indeed fetch the thin, filmy sheet, but without an ounce of good intention for her! He laid it across Fluttershy's midsection, covering her waist and absolutely nothing else. How cruel!

He directed Paul to stand over Fluttershy, one hand resting on the corner of the desk and locking eyes with her. As Paul tried to do as he was bid, it dawned on him that the poor girl's attention seemed to be everywhere right now. She was looking around at the other students, at Klein and even on her own sultry body! Poor girl! She must be on the verge of tears right now.

Klein picked up a piece of chalk and walked to the board on the wall behind him. The substance clacked and clicked gently as he began to write. addressed the gathered students, "Our first work for the day will be based on the theme, "The husband arrives home to his faithful wife." Working around that subject, feel free to add in any exterior elements or make any adjustments to the tableau that you wish... Follow your inspirations!"

The students all began laughing to themselves, a series of chuckles echoing out from where they were seated. Paul finally tore his eyes off of Fluttershy's nubile curves and glanced around, trying to see what was so funny. When he finally looked up at the chalkboard, his eyes widened in concern. "Um! Klein! You've, ah, you've made a mistake with the writing."

Klein blinked. "Oh?"

"Yes... You've, um, you've written "unfaithful," not "faithful." You're going to give the class all sorts of ideas!"

Klein crossed to the other boy and firmly ran his hand through his hair, tilting Paul's head back slightly in the process. When he released him, it was with the slightest of gentle little shoves. "Well, inspiration is good for budding, aspiring little Rembrandts, isn't it? I'll fix it in a moment, promise."

Klein clapped his hands. "Let's begin the sketching process."

The poor girl jumped slightly at the loud clap, looking a bit nervous with her predicament. Not as much so as Paul, of course, but for as much as she told herself the human body was beautiful and nothing to be ashamed of, it was hard to hide the blush on her face, especially in a pose so assertive.

Over the next ten to twenty minutes, more and more of those seedy perverts began to finish their masterpieces. There was no doubt there was plenty of artistic talent in this class just waiting to be harnessed, and Klein had absolutely tapped into an undercurrent of energy not many of them knew they even possessed!

It felt a bit powerful, truth be told, and unfamiliar to the girl, but nonetheless she did well holding it. Her gorgeous figure shone on display, her heavy, pale breasts gorgeously posed to the entire class, but at the least she was thankful that this pose crossed her legs just slightly - enough perhaps to hide her delicate, (nearly-)virgin pussy.

Paul's pose, being much simpler, left him more time to focus on the class than on his own body. A welcome relief, sure, as he was easily more self conscious of his than Fluttershy, for all her shyness, was of hers. But as he tried to distract himself by scanning the room, he only felt his anxiety growing, as even the most normally-disinterested, halfhearted students in the class seemed busy at work on their designs, snickering suspiciously amongst themselves. He craned his neck, trying to peer around to see a canvas - any canvas - but Klein caught him moving and sharply warned him not to break his pose for the students, and so that was that, and he returned to his unhappily stiff posture. Locking eyes with his nude girlfriend in front of a class of horny, overeager young men didn't do anything to soothe his nerves, and his gaze was almost pleading. He wished so badly he could just walk out and go home, but with his clothes in the other room, he wouldn't dare start for that door. A classroom is bad, but the whole campus is out there! So meekly, he settled back in and tries to just wait out the embarrassment. After all, it would be over soon enough, right?

The first few finished pieces were competent, even beautiful, replicas of the pose in full lavish detail. Here and there artists had chosen to plump Fluttershy's already colossal rack up a little bit more, or give Paul a little less cock to play with, but they were otherwise faithful.

Most interesting, however, was that while some of them had reproduced elaborate coal and pencil sketches of Fluttershy, some of them had forgotten to draw Paul altogether! Even among the girls in the class, their model's boyfriend was either not drawn at all, or a splodgy, scratchy series of lazy lines in the corner that looked poor and amateurish alongside the pinkette's beauty.

"Didn't you know you were meant to draw Paul as well?" he scolded one girl with incredibly beautiful, long white hair and a star-spangled hoodie.

She tapped her chin with a finger and eventually shrugged. "Please! An artist as talented as I has little concern for such... trivial details!"

Paul may have squirmed his way through the portraits as they were handed in, but Fluttershy certainly took them in stride. One by one she looked them over, both flattered and humbled, and sometimes rather embarrassed. The first batch were beautiful, and she admired them with many kind words. Klein held them before her and she, still locked quite firmly in her suggestive pose atop the table, on full display to the classroom as though she were a marble statue of antiquity, would scan their details and praise the artists with the same kindness she once lavished almost exclusively on Paul. So encouraging were her compliments the artists were only further assured to follow the creative liberties they were already pursuing.

Lastly came the "inspired" students, who were certainly taking extreme liberties with the domestic situation as presented. The first teasing sketch started out modest, simply reinventing the teacher's desk as a large, plush bed, littered with broken-open condom wrappers. A trickle of fluid could be easily imagined to be dripping down between her thighs.

As Fluttershy looked through this set, she took them just as politely as those prior. She commented playfully on how they’d redrawn the table as a bed, and how they’d covered her body with “cute flowers.” Some of the students thought about correcting her, but those cutesy noises of pleased adoration she made changed their minds.

Fluttershy's face underwent more transformations as more of the class began to turn in their portraits. Here, her generous and open-hearted expression had been subtly re-imaged so she was scornfully assessing the size of Paul's micro-penis. There, she had her eyes rolled back and an expression of pure lust on her face as her hands were jammed between her legs... And last of all, a very detailed shot of her being taken from behind before Paul's eyes! Handed in by a spectacularly-talented female student, she had manipulated Fluttershy's already-sexual pose by placing a large male hand on her tummy, and having it pull her back into a lover lying comfortably behind her. Fluttershy’s upper-leg was cocked slightly, and that same lover’s stiff penis was buried deep inside her pussy.

The artist had obviously lost interest altogether when the time came to sketch Paul: he was just a circle with a frowning face in it in the corner! Contrasted with the adulterous cock entering her, rendered in lavish detail capturing all the weight and heft of a penis, it seemed like she had probably spent more time on the veins and the plump balls alone.

As outright pornographic as that final picture was, even finding a way to expose explicit penetration by lifting the poor model's leg, Fluttershy still seemed impressed! Sure, she turned redder than ever, and even put a hand to her mouth, but it was the kind of pleased, harmless embarrassment one might have when a child speaks adorably out of turn. She praised the picture for its detail, for the expression of pleasure on her face, and largely glossed over the drippy, sticky cock drawn plunging inside her delicate little pussy.

Klein whistled under his breath, very impressed with this new work! Just a few moments later, it was pinned up at the front of the class, along with a few of his other favourites. Paul blushed hotly and turned to protest to Fluttershy, but the beauty was far too busy sifting through some of the other sketches. "Oh! I've never had so many drawings done of me before! This is so exciting, Paul!"

Slowly, he closed his eyes and lowered his hand. "Y-Yeah. I'm glad you're enjoying it..."

The others in the class were finding their own obstacles, as well. With the final picture now posted prominently on the wall, many of the girls in the class were beginning to shrink under its perversity. The faint smell of male musk rose in the air, palpable as the beads of sweat some of the boys now exhibited dribbling down their foreheads. Each boy's eyes were hungry on Fluttershy's figure, and as much as they focused on her, she was in many ways a symbol, a celebration of femininity as a whole. The other girls in the class were thankful those same eyes hadn’t wandered to them, but at the same time they were noticing many of their male classmates sporting erections so obvious even a passing glance revealed them. They began to grow apprehensive themselves, worrying over the atmosphere looming almost tangibly overhead.

The theme for the next pose was "weight", according to Klein. With all the sketches handed in, they started afresh as per his instruction. Fluttershy sat up on the table, knees thankfully together, providing some modicum of modesty, facing the class as audience. She leant forward, her pose hunched almost exaggeratedly, as if by the weight of her own enormous breasts. She placed a hand, palm up, beneath each one, supporting them unevenly, letting their own weight mash and smush them. Her nipples peeked out between her parted fingers, and beyond that, her rosy pink areolae were clearly visible, fading gently into lovely pale titflesh, so heavy against those delicate digits. It was a statement on inertia, inner trials, the weight of the world - but it sure did look like she was just playing with her tits, showing them off to the boys in the audience.

Paul meanwhile had to show the opposite - something about how small and insignificant we feel sometimes. It was hard to pay attention in his new pose, which left him standing up in front and to the side of Fluttershy, thus unable to see her, with his feet planted far apart, legs wide open, with one hand making a sort of "pinch" gesture in the air, as if indicating something very small. From his perspective, he was looking despondently at the miniscule weight of something he cared for. But to everyone else, that perspective lined him up perfectly with hand in front of flaccid penis, as if emphasizing and regretting his undersized cock.

The students seemed to be having a little more difficulty sketching this time... The males in particular were learning about the battle of the artistic mind and the primitive mind, as they all wanted to just set their pencils down and grab their meaty cocks and jack off to those perfect tits with both hands! Some of them were frozen with indecision, trembling as they struggled with the urge to just pump and pump and pump until they'd wrung out every last drop of smelly sperm! They'd absolutely all be turning in lower quality works this time.

On the other hand, some of the others were giggling behind their hands. While the mocking laughter went completely unnoticed by Fluttershy, Paul seemed uniquely attuned to pick up each and every last jeer and snigger as they pointed, laughed and snapped pictures on their mobile phones. What an incredible contrast to Fluttershy's massive rack he made! Realizing the class could use some help on focusing on the subject matter, Klein decided a little rallying cry might be in order.

He strolled back and forth along the front of the class, at first stopping behind Fluttershy to squeeze her narrow shoulders. "As you know, class, we all have moments in our lives where we're weighed down by heavy, heavy concerns. We feel the most obscene burdens on our chests as the smothering concerns of day to day life happen to weigh us down... We can feel everyone staring as we become so much more heavily endowed than we were in our youth, but we must always struggle on. That's what I'd like you to capture when you're sketching Fluttershy! The knowledge that one must bear great burdens, yet proudly puff their chests out all the same. The, ah, struggle of bearing such colossal, heavy, fat... burdens every day of our lives~"

Next, he moved to stand behind little Paul, giving him the same sort of shoulder squeeze he'd dished out to her girlfriend. "And when sketching tiny, insignificant, miniscule, forgettable little Paul..."

"H-Hey," whimpered Paul, and Klein gave him another effortless smile. "It's just to inspire them a little more! Please forgive me, Paul, mmhm."

"As I was saying, when sketching Paul, think about moments in your life where you weren't up to the job of the tasks lying ahead of you. Times when you weren't equipped to handle life's struggles, and someone else could have stepped in and easily succeeded where you failed, snapped up the opportunities you'd passed by and made them their own. Think about being so small and weak, unsuited for undertaking something so large and perfect and round.”

He glanced sideways to the other male, grinning nonchalantly. “Have you ever felt like that, Pauly?"

"Well, um, sometimes I might have!" blushed the nude male, squirming under Klein's touch and the class's gazes.

"Yes, we all have," chuckled the larger male darkly, finally unclasping his hands and walking back to stand between the pair. "I'm sure the class will do a lovely job of capturing that feeling through your excellent modelling!"

Paul actually smiled a little, unused to so many compliments at once. "Ah! I hope so..."

Even with his attention raptly focused on the two models, Klein's keen eye didn't miss the reactions of the girls in the class, many now squirming in their seats. With each passing minute they seemed more and more uncomfortable, some to the point they could only hesitantly continue their sketches. One of the boys near the back even rubbed his palm across his crotch - only once, but firmly, stimulating the aching bulge tenting in his pants. One of the girls near him noticed it and stiffened up at the inappropriate gesture. She glanced to the door, considering a hasty retreat before things get any further out of hand. Some girls were so skittish.

Still, the male portion of the class was certainly riveted. Though she didn't notice the first few snaps, Fluttershy finally spotted a phone being pointed at her, taking a picture. Locked obediently in her model pose, she didn't cover herself up, as is her first impression, though she found herself grateful for her closed legs, at the least.

"Hey!" she gasped, blushing brightly, and glancing to Klein for his response, no doubt expecting the de facto class leader to step up and do something about it. After all, as gorgeous as that picture would no doubt be, photos were strictly prohibited from live drawing, and a real model would have walked out! Yet at the same time, every guy in class was probably wishing he had a copy of that pic. Paul, on the other hand, is so busy scanning subtle expressions and minute reactions he doesn't even register the photos being taken, missing the forest for the trees, in a sense. His pose is still vulnerable and his gesture is still laughably suggestive, but at least he seems more confident in it now! It doesn't change the fact it looks like he's insulting his own penis, of course.

Once again, a procession of naughty pictures began to be passed to the front of the classroom for the model pair and Klein's eyes. Paul glanced over furtively, eyes darting from one picture to the next. As much as he hated the spectacle he and Flutters were being made into, Klein's little speech about what he was representing had gotten the male all fired up! He wanted to see how the budding artists had portrayed his struggle in the face of insurmountable odds, so he was soon sifting through the pile... Only to come up short! How was this possible?

Every single artist in the room, boys and girls alike, had overlooked his evocative stance to focus purely on putting those fantastically squishy breasts to canvas! Mammaries halfway through a gigantic heave, titties bouncing on palms, pawed-at melons distorting and molding under firm finger-presses, jubblies hanging heavy on a solar plexus, hiding inch after inch of tummy behind their great and glorious weight and boobies swathed in streams of pink hair, nipples peeking out from between the thick, feminine curtains they made. They hadn't even bothered drawing Fluttershy's face!

He looked at the last few sketches, then realized he couldn't take another moment of this! Fluttershy was an upstanding member of the Pink Circle and she would surely be repulsed at being drawn like... like... Like she was just a walking pair of gigantic bouncing tits!

"Fluttershy," he huffed in a barely-audible tone, "How do you feel about this new set of sketches?"

Imagine Paul's surprise, how taken aback he surely was, when Fluttershy turned to him with a stern, even indignant look on his face. "Paul, darling, I know how you must be feeling right now," she gently scolded, firmly, at a volume quiet enough to leave the class out of their little spat.

"I know it can hurt to be left out a little bit every now and then, but there’s absolutely no need to be jealous! It doesn’t suit you," she nodded, smiling primly. The poor naked boy before her hardly knew how to react. He stammered, fumbled for a response, but finally came up empty. And it's just as well, because Fluttershy was already turning her attention away from him and back to the work of the class.

"Ooh, look at this one!" she cooed, clutching a portrait of her massive, pink-blushed tits and turning it to Klein, rather than her boyfriend. "See how cute they drew my hair?" she chirped, gesturing to the long flowing locks framing in those melons so beautifully. Whether she was this good at missing the point or just found a way to focus on the positive wasn't quite clear, but her enthusiasm was certainly hard to fault!

There was another minor disturbance when one of the boys coming up to turn his drawing in bumped into one of the girls in front of him, a cute little brunette with short hair. She stood with her canvas grasped and he "accidentally" bumped her butt with his rapidly-tenting jeans, and though she turned and glared, he responded only with a coy smile, making no attempt at apology. The atmosphere of the room was certainly turning.

"So!" the perky, jiggly, topheavy beauty beamed, turning to Klein quickly enough to swing those fat white tits of hers with momentum, "What's our next pose? I'm having fun!" Poor Paul could only meekly nod assent.

Klein paused to think, scratching his fingers through his darkened, slightly-unkempt stubble. That was a good question indeed coming from the bubble-headed living example of breast-excess. What was the next pose indeed?

With the entire class held in rapt attention, the monster-cocked bully knew he could suggest just about anything he wanted and it would probably fly! He just needed to make sure he had even the flimsiest excuse to back it up and his dreams would come true.

After all, there was only person here who might try to raise a complaint right now and Klein had nipped that in the bud most effectively! Paul was up at the front of the class with Fluttershy, too humiliated to do much more than squeak and cover his tiny, flaccid member, and boy was that doing wonders for keeping him quiet! Any attempt to sideline Klein's perversion would play out more like a joust between men than a reasoned debate, and the sheer number of dick-inches Klein had over his lifeless, floppy member meant it would be a landslide victory for the bull. Each inch was like another onlooker taking Klein's side, shouting down the limpy boy-toy.

"Well... How about we try something a bit more complex?" he asked. He walked right up to where Paul and Fluttershy were standing side-by-side and rather unceremoniously elbowed his way between them! Paul was sent stumbling back onto a desk, with just his soft behind to cushion him. He chewed his lip and looked up, as the larger male's broad back blowed his view of his girlfriend. All he could see was her widened eyes wandering over his handsome form, and her mouth hanging slightly open.

"We've been sketching small compositions so far, maybe the artists would like something a bit "larger." A more potent arrangement should let their fertile imaginations run wild."

He brushed his hand past the heavy milkers before him, bringing it down to touch Fluttershy's wrist. He gently guided her to the row of buttons running down his shirt and gave her a warm, charming smile. "Mind helping me get undressed, Fluttershy?"

Somehow, even with two nude people up on the stage with him, the fully-clothed male had become the centre of eroticism. He put her hand on the first button, inviting her to start undressing him... and let the wolf out amongst the sheep.

The busty pink-haired co-ed just tittered in response. She began to approach Klein, all smiles.

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Fluttershy 3

Fluttershy brought one dainty hand to her plush, smiling lips. She put the other to good use undoing Klein’s shirt for him.

One by one she plucked the buttons from their holes, until they were all out. Then she helpfully leaned forward to clasp his shoulders and remove his shirt. Even this minor motion caused her enormous, pale, and graciously exposed breasts to sway pendulously beneath her.

Fluttershy opened Klein’s shirt around his shoulders, then slipped it down his back. She came intimately close to the cocky young man, the smooth, soft flesh of her breasts ever so faintly brushing across his firm body. She felt no shame in it, fully buying into Klein's story about the freedom and beauty of the naked human form. Her innocent expression confirmed she was untouched by the innuendo which soaked the room... as much as so much sweat and musk had soaked Klein's shirt.

Paul was furious, of course. Well, furious on the inside. Not that all his imagined retorts and fantasized rejoinders seemed to change his outward behavior: he continued to cower near the back of the room, hands covering his dainty little penis. His knees knocked together in a cartoonish show of trepidation.

There were so many things Paul wanted to say to Klein, to stop him before this got any further. There Klein was, with Paul's own girlfriend all over him, about to bare his pillar of manhood, rumors of which had surely not escaped the poor undersized boyfriend. And once it was bared, there was no turning back. It was better to act now!

Sheepish as he might be, it would be better to try and stop it before it got worse. Once Klein's cock was bared, Paul’s chance to win ended. He'd be bested for sure, his own little lance not standing a chance against that bully's legendary weapon.

In a war of inches, the big guy wins every time. That's just how women’s hearts worked!

Seeing the lovely nude Fluttershy unbuttoning Klein's jeans, witless young Paul prepared to speak up. But no sooner had Paul taken a step forwards than Fluttershy tossed the bully's discarded shirt aside. A day’s worth of Klein’s sweat and musk struck Paul like a freight train, enveloping his senses in enough thick aromas to overwhelm a dozen sluts. Pheromones of a much more impressive specimen than himself.

He was fast to tug the shirt off his head, but the damage had already been done. With it went his resolve and his motivation, dissolved in a cloud of overwhelming manly scent.

And just in time to see his girlfriend begin to unzip his rival. The big dick bully he hated.

Kneeling. She was actually kneeling before the man who wasn't her boyfriend. She kowtowed to Dean in a "stuff my mouth" pose. Fluttershy looked like a baby bird waiting to be fed a juicy, thick worm!

In the time Paul had taken to recover from that paralyzing stink-bomb, that had musk-hypnotized him so thoroughly, Fluttershy had wobbled and bounced her way down to the ground. Now she planted her knees on the hardwood floor, heels sunk deep into the teardrop-shaped cheeks of her bulbous behind. That wobbling ghetto booty spilled out to either side as she supplicated before master.

"Heehee... Klein, you look even bigger than usual from down here," Fluttershy giggled, innocent words coiling around the male's ego and sensually massaging it. If it were any other girl it would have been a perverse innuendo, cheekily designed to creep under a boyfriend's suspicion. Coming from her mouth it was soft and innocent as a virgin's pink pussy.

It was only after Fluttershy had gotten nice and comfortable down there that actual position she knelt in seemed to sink in. She turned to the class, touching her fingertips to her lips. "Wow, it's a good thing nobody's sketching this... People might get the wrong idea, hm~"

The teeth of Klein’s pants zipper came down inch by agonizing inch. But the slowness wasn't the worst of it! There was only one thing Paul found more stomach-lurching than the agonizing way his girlfriend leisurely tugged Klein’s zipper down... and that was when the pinkette hooked her fingers in his belt loops and tugged them down in one big yank!

Fluttershy cried out suddenly! A big "Yaa~aah!" that finally got Paul moving. Forgetting his nakedness for the moment, he leapt from the floor and dashed over to Fluttershy.

Big mistake. He regretted the closer perspective. Fluttershy had her hands in the air, trembling on either side of the long, leaking member deposited on her face. Starting with her left cheek and going all the way to the right side of her forehead, Fluttershy's face was covered in Klein's large, thicker-than-a-toothpaste-tube member. Only one of her wide eyes was visible under the veiny rod.

"Ahh... Ahh..." The girl with the twitching nose obviously meant to pluck it up and lift it away from her face, but just the thought of touching Klein’s member directly seemed to have poor Fluttershy frozen on the spot! "Baby... Baby, help~ His dick..."

Paul darted forward at his girlfriend's urging, only to be brought up short by Klein grinning sideways at him.

Klein grinned sideways at Paul. He put his hands on his hips and gave them a little shake, making it sna~ake across her face. Everything was larger about his penis, even the thudding sounds it made from slapping her nose as it wobbled back and forth. The precum furiously gushing from the head trickled freely with each sway. Soon, her forehead was dripping.

"Yeah, Paul. Aren't you gonna help her?"

Paul knew he couldn't leave his girlfriend in peril! She'd do the same for him, right?

... Not that he would ever end up in her current situation, of course. That was just ridiculous.

He reached out for her, shaky, yet resolute. Even if it meant further shame, he wouldn't want to seem like a coward on his girlfriend's behalf. Paul may not have a lot going for him, but he was trusting, honest, and devoted. Foolish, yes. But devoted! Even less so with all these people watching her suffer in their three-way interplay.

So he reached out, gently plucking at Klein's massive, intimidating prick with his thumb and forefinger. He caught it just barely, and tried to maneuver the maleness up and away from poor Fluttershy's slightly-streaked face.

Unfortunately, the weight of that massive shaft, and its wetness, denied him. His fingers slipped. Klein’s member dropped heavily from his grasp with a softly-audible impact against his own girlfriend's face. "Paul!" she yelped, delicately.

That was enough! Biting his tongue, Paul reached forward and gripped Klein's enormous cock in his hand. He hoisted the great weight off his girlfriend's face, and released it to dangle ominously between Klein’s legs. It was where it belonged. For now.

The class meanwhile had not let this whole action go unnoticed. The girls snickered and the boys chuckled. The entire atmosphere seemed to be changing. Even Paul had to glance up at the sound of a faint "smack", when some girl had to slap a male 'artist' away by the wrist when he attempted to push her loose shirt down one of her shoulders. Even at a brief look, Paul could tell the class had emptied a bit. Even on top of the initial departure when the teacher was declared absent, it looks like at least two of the more fearful girls had left, no doubt afraid of where that hot and heavy classroom atmosphere would lead.

This fact may have been related to the two boys Paul now noticed heading to the classroom door, locking it quietly. To prevent gawkers coming in from outside, no doubt!

The class was scheduled for two hours. When Klein looked at the clock and saw only half an hour had passed, he felt elated. When Fluttershy took a peek at the very same clock right after, she pumped her fists in the air and wiggled her chest, happy the fun was never gonna end! And Paul...

Paul felt like he was in Hell. There was no escape from Klein's personally-tailored Hell, not as long as he was packing a cocktail weenie alongside the brute's mega-sized bratwurst. There were still many, many more poses to sketch, and no end in sight.

"So I'm thinking something about an excess of carnal desires~" teased Klein.

"Ohh, that sounds like you, Paul," laughed Fluttershy, playfully nudging her boyfriend in the ribs. "Always wanting to get up to naughty stuff."

"Exactly... Except it's going to be more about the unsated hunger of a female, and men's desires to fill her up! Sound like fun?"

Paul gulped.

Five minutes later, the class was quietly sketching, a chorus of charcoal pencils skittering across art paper. They were doing a splendid job of capturing the display of beauty outlined before them.

Fluttershy remained kneeling on the floor, back curved slightly and hands planted behind her feet. Her pretty face was upturned, her sweet, pink-painted lips puckered in a succulent O-shape. Ready to receive!

Like always, her spectacular chest formed the centre of attention, the great orbs sitting splendidly atop her, and wobbling like female flags of surrender. Klein never got tired of looking at Fluttershy's pale, pink titties. Her delightfully petite shoulders, like a child's, looked too small to hold them up.

It always came as a shock when one went from her swan neck down to the somewhat bunched flesh signalling the beginning of her breasts. It was the end of a body made of firm muscle... and the beginning of softness. Endless softness. A magical playground of fun, pillowy softness that drove men and boys alike wild. Those breasts brought about nostalgic thoughts of breastfeeding and baby instincts in even the most adult bull.

She was still so young and fresh, that even the slight sag they did have came entirely from their sheer weight. Fluttershy cared for and nurtured her mesmerizing bosom, keeping her melons high and proud on her chest. And on display for boys and their horny gazes!

Her incredible hips filled out the space behind and beneath her, supported by an ass so huge it squashed against the floor. Her body was too good, too perfect to waste on a boy like Paul! It was a treasure worth fighting for.

And fighting was exactly what bull and cuckold were doing. In a manner of speaking. While Floots knelt, face-upturned like a well-trained female receptacle, the boys stood over her, hands locked and snarls on their faces. Klein had demanded a traditional wrestling pose, with feet planted and taut muscles bulging as they grappled with each other! The symbolism was beautiful, making them look as if they were directly fighting over the naked, busty beauty.

Except there were just a few problems...

First of all, Klein's considerable height over the other male made it look more like a bully and his prey! Paul had to concentrate everything he had on not losing his balance and toppling directly onto Fluttershy!

Secondly, Paul was behind her. Klein was in front. Which meant that, much to Paul’s dismay, Klein's muscular thighs were braced against the bimbo cutie's colossal chest, sandwiching them between his body and hers.

And lastly... Size was an issue again. A very big issue.

With the posture the men were holding, it meant Klein and Paul's cocks were dangling over Fluttershy's face. Those members were having an even more important contest than the wrestling brawl the boys were doing. Like cast lines seeking to snag a fat fishy, their dicks both hung over the female beauty, except...

Paul's penis was coming up short. By a lot. Her open mouth was right there, juicy lips smacking, tongue occasionally orbiting... and he couldn't do anything about it! It was the closest he had ever come to Fluttershy's hot, wet, submissive cocksucking mouth in their entire relationship, and he... was... missing... out! It was driving him insane!

He tried to lower his hips slightly, whimpering as he fought to get a little bit closer, but... It wasn't working! He couldn't do it!

Was Klein having the same trouble? Well... In a word, no.

In another sense, he was having a different kind of trouble. His stunning member was so long it had reached her lips... and kept going. It hung almost down to her neck, the tremendously fat rod slapping the side of her face with each movement, giving her little whaps that made the cutie wince. She blushed and opened an eye finally to see what was striking her... and immediately flushed when she saw the leviathan just inches away.

It didn’t help it was halfway through the task of sperming up her straight, flawless hair. That was going to take some effort to wash out for sure!

Fluttershy opened her mouth to begin to protest, when Klein barked suddenly, "Fluttershy! Eyes shut!" She squeaked, obeying immediately.

But Paul wasn't having any of it! He knew he had to do something... and even if they couldn't protest, he could at least give the bully a shove and get his dick off of his girlfriend's face! That would do the trick, wouldn't it?

Resolved to fix this problem facing him and his lovely lady, Paul braced his ankles, prepared to firmly force Klein’s member away from Fluttershy’s face. Nobody in the onlooking audience of students would notice, and Klein would get the message.

Paul leaned forward a tiny bit and... shoved into Klein, trying to unsteady the bully!

His heart skipped a beat as he saw he'd succeeded! That smelly, drool-inducing member swayed away from her gorgeous, smooth face like a piece of demolition equipment on its outswing... only to come back around the other way. Klein rebalanced himself and got his feet back under him. "Whoa there, Paul, careful! Someone might ge - Oh!"

He'd stopped speaking. Well, that was about right! Finally, the bully had been shut up! Paul felt really good, really happy about himself in that moment, knowing this class was taking a turn for the better...

Until he heard the sucking sounds.

It sounded like a baby with its bottle. A series of little wet smacks issuing from the space between the man's legs. He slowly turned down, inch by inch, and almost recoiled in shock at the sight that greeted him.

Klein's cock was in Fluttershy's mouth. Having first swung backwards and away from her, Klein coming back had brought it swinging back in, and gravity had done the rest! Now the head was fully inside her mouth.

She semi-consciously sucked on him, not even seeming to realize what she was doing. Her lips worked mechanically to pleasure the big, bad bull.

"Fluttershy!" Paul cried.

Her eyes snapped open immediately and she raised her fingers to her cheeks. Fluttershy spat the lipstick-smeared cock out in surprise. "Oh! How did that get in there?"

Klein shrugged. "Paul put it there." He trailed the shaft around her neck and cheeks, making a show of trying to wipe her saliva off the apple-shaped head.

"Paul! I - Is there something you want to tell me?"

The class ate it up with big grins on their faces. Even the girls, who were spending more time avoiding molestation than drawing now, had to chuckle at that one!

As the class wrapped up their latest sketches and flipped to fresh canvases, Paul breathed a sigh of relief. The tiring pose was finished, and their staged struggle could be concluded - the real struggle over Fluttershy and her enticing nude form, however, was far from over. And there would be little rest, as Klein quickly clapped his hands together and announced his plan for the next still life.

Less than a minute later, Paul found himself wishing he was back in his faux-wrestling pose. This new one was straining him beyond measure!

What was it their makeshift teacher called this? "Teamwork"? "New friends"? The shrimpy boyfriend could hardly remember Klein's titles or reasoning, just that this new display was about "Powerful Bonds With Friends", or something like that. An interesting way to put it, though he still wasn't quite sure how this counted.

Paul stood behind Fluttershy. She herself was in a slight reclining position. He stretched his arms around her, passing on either side of her, ending up gripping her huge, soft, pale-pink melons. His fingers felt good on her bare flesh, holding up those heaving, heavy tits, feeling her velvety smooth, delicate skin... in another place, another time, it would have been heaven. How he wished to just sink his fingers in and grope, pull, mash, and twist that tender flesh, so vulnerable it seemed to be begging for molestation. And yet, all he could do was prop those great, heavy orbs up, as Fluttershy faced the class.

On the one hand, he got to touch them at long last - on the other, however, it was only so he could present them to every horny guy in the audience! He hefted those huge tits up, himself mostly hidden behind Fluttershy's top-heavy frame, and just showed them off. Paul literally flaunted his girlfriend's best assets to the crowd, unable to get a nice look for himself. And somehow she seemed completely unbothered by this development, convinced it was an almost queenly state of respect, to be held up and admired in this way!

That wasn't the worst of it, though. Paul's view was further blocked by his girlfriend's legs, which aimed up and out, her toes aimed at the corners of the ceiling in a pose that left nothing to the imagination and would never be allowed in a normal life drawing class. Klein, that impossible, cocky bastard, sat in front of her, enjoying the full view.

Fluttershy's thighs were open and spread. She openly invited Klein, and the entire class, to an intimate view of her tight, exposed, pink little pussy, a rosy bullseye between her pale thighs. Bare and smooth, without a hair to speak of, just a silky slit and an inviting aura of perfectly girlish pink.

Every boy in the damn room now enjoyed a view Paul never got. Worse still, the naked bully had a front-row seat!

To make matters worse, that bully's ridiculously oversized prick was lined right up with his girlfriend's poor little pussy-target. Like a deer in headlights it didn't move an inch, even as Klein continually readjusted in his seat. With his hands dutifully holding Fluttershy's legs up by her naked thighs, his bulging cockhead was all but prodding the naive co-ed's most sensitive place.

And as Paul continued to watch the crowd sketch their new scene, things only got worse. The girls of the room felt the leers of their classmates, some getting a surreptitious pinch or tug from time to time. Every now and then, a nervous slip or blushing yank of cloth would give their temporary teacher a nice glimpse of bare nipple in the crowd. Sure, none as grand and perfect as Fluttershy's, but variety was the spice of life. This spice encouraged Klein's eager cock all the more. With every twitch and heartbeat, the underside of his cock jumped, the steamy-hot shaft tapping almost rhythmically between Fluttershy's spread white thighs. It made the already-obvious scene that much more overt.

Poor Paul didn't have the same luck, of course. Even if he could see past Fluttershy to peek at the worried and oft-exposed girls in the crowd, his pose behind his reclining girlfriend meant his little prick was jammed against the desk in front of him. It was awkward at best and painful at worst, causing him to wince, squirm, and generally find further discomfort in his circumstances. How much longer would he have to endure this? The class was only half over, and already it felt like an eternity!

Wasn’t this less about “Powerful Bonds With Friends,” and more like "One Second Before Sex"? Or even the seconds right after sex! Various parts of Fluttershy and Paul's anatomy were dripping Klein's gooey, thick semen, but the pair persevered with their modeling despite it! They were both such little troopers.

And as Klein was oh-so-quick to remind them, everything had a purpose in art. The thick, sticky liquid coating their faces was representative of society's desire to make us wear masks that hide who we truly are. Fluttershy squealed at the analogy and rubbed his semen into her skin more aggressively, while Paul just continued his hunt for tissues.

"Master and Pets," was the name of the next tableaux arranged for the aspiring artists around the class, although more than a few of them were hardly paying attention any more! Some boys tugged on their members, and some girls were half out of their clothes. Klein had to make sure some of those titty pics circulating the class right now ended up in his private collection. They'd make the perfect icebreakers for introducing his fat cock to a few pussies later.

This pose was nice and simple, which was helpful for Klein. It was getting increasingly hard to think about much more than driving his big cock into Fluttershy's body the longer this went on. But he did know his limits, he wouldn't actually bend her over right in front of her boyfriend! He did intend to have his semen inside her by the end of the day, but he had to be careful about that. Creative. Get her to do most of the work herself, so by the end he was just popping into a readily presented hole. That was the trick!

Time for the next pose, then!

Klein sat in the teacher's chair. Fluttershy draped herself across his front, a look of entirely artistic satisfaction in her eyes. His rigid member was up and hard, nudging her huge bare breasts.

It was right between them.

It was a bold move, that was for sure. He hadn't even gotten a tittyfuck like this back when they'd been in the woods together. Doing it right in front of the class was something else entirely. But there it was, boiling-hot man-pole snugly planted between her oversized teenage juggs, rubbing up and down, up and down. It was a testament to his size and girth that the tip peeked up from between her melons, inches from her mouth.

Klein moved his hips, and brushed it on her bottom lip. When he moved the cockhead back a little, a trail of Fluttershy’s copious saliva connected them. A symbolic representation of her future fate.

Fluttershy wrinkled her nose at the smell. Any girl would if she huffed two nostrils full of virile, fertile alpha male cock for so long. It was like the sensation of putting your face too close to an oven... She was being blasted by male hormones that seared faithfulness and boyfriend-loyalty like the sun itself.

Klein put his hands on her breasts and started to move. His fingertips sank into the sides of her soft melons, holding them together to make the comfy tit-pussy all men craved and he began to rub it on his deserving member. Each time he sank his exposed cockhead into the flesh, it felt like a little touch of Heaven, followed by experiencing her creamy flesh along every inch of his pole down to the base. He ended with the head sandwiched between her soft lips, dipped in saliva, then drawn back down again for another drive at her titties.

And why wasn't anyone stopping him from fucking her bust? Well, the answer there was easy~ Fluttershy would buy just about anything he said at this point, and the class wasn't going to stop him. The only real obstacle here was Paul... and like a good doggy, he was on his back between them, "paws" in the air. The precum from Klein's cock, mingled with Fluttershy's drool, drip-drip-dripped onto his face. What a problem, then, that Paul needed to hold this pose until the class was done sketching! For the entire period of the next twenty minutes, solid blobs of thick, white, pearly goop splattered on his face, chest and, thank God he'd worn them, his glasses.

Paul looked up at Fluttershy as she rocked her chest back and forth along Klein's rod. He looked up at his bully, thrusting back at her in time.

Did masters really play with their doggies like that? Did doggies really "sweat" that much from playing? Paul had all the time in the world to consider the answers.

But even when that time was up, poor Paul wouldn't find much respite. The half-dressed girls and horny young men of the class all remained locked in eager anticipation as they watched the next pose their bully of a teacher orchestrated. No resistance existed anymore to Klein’s game, just a meek and undersized boyfriend... and one buoyantly-breasted bimbo as bobble-headed as she was busty.

Paul soon found himself in the worst position yet.

What did Klein call this one? How did he explain it? Democracy, perhaps. The bridging of borders? Pride sacrificed for teamwork. Paul just couldn’t remember the explanation that left him with another man's humongous, throbbing, pulsing prick in his hands.

It was quite a show for all the eyes in the room. Klein stood coolly, confidently, and casually behind a bent-over Fluttershy. She stood facing one of the classroom’s many desks, legs spread out and hefty naked tits mashed weightily against it. Her soft white flesh rested against the cool surface, perky pink nipples pointed straight ahead.

There she was, poor girl, bent over in such a showy pose, borderline pornographic. She looked like a mare ready to be mounted by a stallion. And the bully behind her was all too prepared to "fill in" for that role. The whole class could see that sheer weapon of a cock, plain as day... pulsing, over-eager... and ready to push ahead. Were Klein to part those delicate pink lips right then, plunge deep inside Fluttershy, almost everyone in the room would raise no complaints: they could see it truly belonged there.

A bare, steely cock drooling with viscous precum and a quivering, tight pussy, all lined up for display, not a thing hidden - but the worst of all was Paul himself. He had to stand beside the two (in the background, as usual), with both hands gripped tight around his own bully's cock! The heat, the pulsing rhythm, that ominous throb, throb, throb... it all but seared the poor little wimp's dainty hands as he wrapped his fingers around it! Not just gripping, not just feeling the pulsing throb... but worst of all, to the entire room, the pose made it look like the only relationship he was 'bridging' was the cheating fling between his bully and his girlfriend! Yes, Paul looked to all the world like he was lining that big-dick bastard up himself, aiming another man's cock right at his girlfriend's pussy! He shuddered at the thought, but he just couldn't take his eyes off it. He stared directly at the fat, throbbing cockhead aimed right at its tender pink bullseye.

Klein's prick was leaking, too, making it all the worse. Each pulse, a little splurt of increasingly cloudy precum would dribble from that tip and down the underside of his huge shaft, finally dripping down off poor Paul's fingers. And worse of all, a pose this complex meant holding it for a long time. Well, at least he wasn't thrusting into Fluttershy's cleavage anymore, right?

And now it was time for the final pose. The pièce de résistance of Klein's sordid affair.

Fluttershy and Paul knelt before Klein. By this stage, both of his pets were positively splattered with the contents of his big, full nuts. The cuckold had semen staining his hands and making him desperately want to wash them, while yet more cum soaked his face and neck. His hair was slicked-back from the semen that had flowed through it. As he found himself stinking to high Heaven from the smell of another man's cum, he had to hold back the urge to just puke right there. Klein would have scolded him for ruining the composition, for one.

After that last pose, Fluttershy's mouth, face, breasts and her pussy were all reservoirs of male ejaculate. Klein had rubbed on, frotted against, stroked on and most of all teased her with his long, heavy dong. She was just plain dizzy, not sure if she was coming or going anymore, probably not even able to remember her own name. She was drunk on cock and babbling, barely able to get simple sentences out without tons of giggling, cupping her face or squirming. She spent a full five seconds masturbating at one point, just under the guise of giving her itchy crotch a little scratch. She pushed a finger that was saturated with a big blob of semen deeeep into her pussy, and it was magically clean when she drew it out again.

The boyfriend and girlfriend duo were both on the floor before Klein. Plump, full-figured girl and weedy, undernourished boy sat side-by-side, holding hands and letting Klein use their faces as a resting spot for his dick. His balls slapped against Fluttershy's left cheek, trailed past her nose, reached the gap between their faces... and then deposited the smelly, leaking head right on Paul's face. It was perched directly under his nose, so close that the traumatized boy
couldn't even breathe without getting the same cum-drunk sensation that Fluttershy was undergoing. Each whiff made his tormented, overstimulated brain recede a little bit, made him question events less and made him just want to lie down and accept his fate. He listened to the students busily scribbling away, the moans of other girls in the class as their breasts were grabbed and their lips kissed and Fluttershy's breathing beside him as her sense of smell luxuriated in Klein's aroma. She spread her legs apart slightly and "scratched" her hungry pussy some more.

Klein felt good. Better than he should have! Both of those born dick-taker's noses were huffing hot air onto his cock, and gently rubbing their faces along his pole. How long would he be able to hold back like this? How long until he came? His balls tightened up under his shaft, giving Fluttershy a little slap as they pushed into her. The sperm swimming inside them clamoured to get out after having to sit idly by and watch events unfold for so long!

They wanted to go into the girl's mouth and on her face, but right now...

Right now, even the boy would do!

The pose was short. Probably the most briefly held of the afternoon. But it might have well stretched on to infinity, for all the anticipation it built. The crowd was on the edge of their seats. Some boys openly stroked the tent in their pants, and more than one girl's hand had disappeared under her skirt, leaving only the subtle rhythmic motions of her arm to hint at her further intentions. And Klein, of course, waited. He stroked his shaft over those two eager faces, balls tightening, ready to release at any moment.

But to Paul more than anyone, that moment felt longest of all. Poor Fluttershy, the girl he loved, idolized, and only wanted to hold and protect, knelt nude with a glossy face and bare, shiny tits before a horny classroom of "admirers.” All while while some bastard's sweaty cock shaft brushed wetly against her face.

At least Fluttershy didn’t seem all there for it. She had mentally checked out, lost in some feminine daze brought on by too much fat cock exposure. So while she was in just as bad a way as Paul, she wasn’t consciously suffering... not like Paul, who winced, quivered, mewled, squirmed, and shrank. He buckled under as that musky-scented cockhead poked, prodded, and drooled against his face.

And the size of it... good god, the size! It was almost cartoonish - it would have been comedic if it weren't so fucking intimidating. It was a cock that made Paul wish he was anywhere else. But there it was, propped against Fluttershy's face and his own. Ready to go off.

The clock inched closer to the bell. Two minutes. Stroking, sweaty shaft. Poking. Drooling. Smearing. The thick smell of precum.

One minute. Maybe Paul could make it. He was scared, scared like a little girl, trembling on his knees, hoping. The bell was so close. Class was almost over, but all eyes were on them. He kept hoping. Telling himself... no way Klein would cross that line, right? As far as he'd come already... surely he can stop himself here, right? Klein still considered himself the officiator of this class, so surely he wouldn’t let it descend into that sort of chaos? He wouldn't... he couldn’t... not before the bell!

The pleasure ended up being too much. Klein moved his hips, arched his back and let out a cute gasp. He was going to cum.

All the signs of an oncoming male orgasm unfolded before Paul's eyes, like an oncoming tidal wave. A few more thrusts and he'd make a White Christmas all over the loving couple. Paul had to do something and he had to do it fast!

He'd get up! That would do it! He'd stand up, turn to face Klein, and shout that boner down! Bully or not, nobody could keep a hard-on in the face of an angry man shouting at them. He braced himself and moved to stand. Paul put his small hands on the floor and leaned his head forwards slightly.

But in doing so, he brought his face right up against Klein’s member. In the enclosed space, standing up meant rubbing his face against Klein's cock along the way. And Klein enjoyed the sensation.

Klein huffed, snorting like steam was gonna start coming out of his nostrils! He had a naked look of pleasure on his face as Paul’s soft, smoochable lips grazed his shaft.

It was too much for little Paul. He immediately retreated, giving the throbbing erection another rub with his cheek. More of his breath caressed the shaft, alongside Fluttershy's rapid little huffs of air. She curled her open mouth up slightly, a trickle of drool running down her chin.

Paul had an intense moment of self-loathing. Coward! The second he'd realized his actions brought another male pleasure, Paul had retreated! Now was not the time to be a homophobe.

Well, he had to do this. He had to rub Klein's cock to save himself! Just a little! Just a little rubbing was fine!

Paul moved his face forwards again as he planted his hands a second time, getting his knees under him. He moved to stand, letting that lurid member trail across his face as he slipped to the side and then... He was free! He'd rubbed his face off on Klein's gigantic member so many times, but he was free! He threw his face to the side, turned away and...

His movements stirred Fluttershy where she knelt beside him. She turned her head, dislodging Klein’s cock from her pretty features. Paul watched as it slipped sideways... towards him.

This was the worst possible thing that could have happened.

The head flopped into his mouth. He tasted the earthy, masculine head of Klein's cock directly, lathered with a thick white layer of salty semen. It went all the way into his mouth and the poor boy's lips closed around it in shock. He recoiled almost right away, but even then it left his pretty pink lips with a pop, reenacting the events of what his girlfriend and Klein had been up to no less than a month ago. He sucked Klein's cock.

Paul immediately fell down onto his butt on the floor, knees in the air and legs spread, his tiny member lazing sleepily between them. He was angry! Now that he was free of that mind-numbing cock scent, he was really going to give Klein a piece of his mind! He turned his eyes to meet Klein's. "Now see here, Klein, this has gone fa - "

Paul looked into the eyes of blissful ejaculation. Klein's mouth hung wide open, his hands holding Fluttershy's shoulders as he rubbed his cock on her face. That brutal bull-dick came suddenly, and a great torrent of semen erupted from the tip. Klein pointy his member directly at Paul's cute face.

The first shot was the heaviest! It raced out of his dick to meet the boy like his sperm were escaping a collapsing building, and it struck him like a hammer blow! Semen immediately gushed in every direction, some splattering his forehead, others going all over his bare chest. His mouth got it the worst, the brief taste of semen from before magnified by ten or twenty times. An unending parade of Klein's jizz forced its way into Paul's open mouth, rushed down his throat and settled in his belly!

Paul was painted white! He was coated in sticky semen. Both his eyes were gummed shut and even when he closed his mouth, there was still semen leaking into it. Ejaculate went up his nose and burned his nostrils. The smell of maleness from before was nothing compared to sniffing a man's cum lodged up your nose.

With a defeated whine, the naked cum-chugger fell onto his back and lay there. He capitulated completely, and Klein set the flag of conquest by continuing to hose him down, not stopping cumming until his balls were empty. Every single drop of his manly release ended up on Paul's body, where it steadily dripped onto the floor.

Paul whimpered and lay still, too overwhelmed to do anything but lay quietly.

A few minutes later, the dizzied boy finally recovered his senses enough to sit up. He did his best to wipe the jizz all over his face from his eyes and look around. There was no sign of Klein, Fluttershy or the rest of the class anywhere!

Paul crawled back to the room where he and Fluttershy had dropped their clothes. He found his pants and fished his phone out of the pocket. A message from Fluttershy.

He opened his phone with trembling hands and brought it up.

"hi sweeti! art class was soo fun!! ^_^ klein said I was gna do more model wrk @ his place n it could take all nite! luv u! smooch! dont w8 up ♥♥♥"

Paul collapsed. He was done for.

Author's Note

And that brings Fluttershy's arc to a close! Poor Paul!

Next chapter will be bring about a very OOC bit of Principal Celestia silliness, then we're back to Twilight.

Celestia Bonus Story
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Celestia Bonus Story

Author's Note

This chapter probably deserves a little bit of preamble: This story is a silly "What If?" or spin-off scenario involving Klein dominating Chancellor Celestia, one of the university's heads. It could be a perverted dream he had for all the effect it will have on the story.

This is veeery different to the other Pink Circle chapters, trading in the its trademark "slow-burn" and teasing aesthetic to pretty much go straaaiiight into an over-the-top and misogynistic male power fantasy. If you're looking for my more in-depth and thoughtful stuff, I'd definitely recommend skipping over this chapter.

Celestia Bonus Story

“Ah? Rape? I’m sorry, but that just isn’t possible.”

Klein looked across the breadth and depth of Chancellor Celestia’s wide open office. The office itself was very much what one would expect from a woman as spectacularly successful as Chancellor. Velvet curtains, comfy couches, fine works of art and a delightfully-stocked wine cabinet. It creaked under the weight of untold volumes of booze. The vast windows overlooked the University’s main courtyard, where melon-tittied bimbos swarmed in rapeable crowds.

The far end of the room was dominated by the Chancellor’s desk, where a high-tech computer, stacks of files, and many photos of her wife sat.

It almost went without saying the ripped, athletic pervert, in super-tight jeans and a shirt with a few cute rips here and there, looked very out of place in the middle of it all. But this feeling only increased when taking the woman opposite him into account.

Statuesque. Imperious. Potent. Intimidating. That was Celestia.

Klein leaned back in his seat. He kicked one leg over the other, very almost putting his shoes up on her desk in the process. “I’d never rape anyone. Those sluts are lying.”

He shrugged. “Just attention whores, hoping their social circles never find out how easily they took a chubby to the hilt.”

Celestia arched an eyebrow. “Is that so? And I suppose the cellphone video that you recorded and posted online showing a student being raped, that’s a lie too?”

She made a show of drumming her fingers on the desk, turning her head side-to-side. “What was it called...?”

Celestia glanced down at her desk, then back up to Klein. “Oh, that’s right. I have it right here.”

She shuffled some papers laid out on her desk, raising one in particular and peering at it over the top of thick-rimmed spectacles. “Ahem. Anal Virgin Cries As I Rape Her...”

She turned her eyes up to look at him over the top of the sheet, full red lips defiled by every vulgar syllable: “... With My Huge Monster Cock.”

Celestia’s nose twisted in disgust. “Young man, you should be rotting in jail.”

The Chancellor took a deep breath, chest swelling impressively as she gathered her patience, “But that’s not up to me. What is within my control is whether or not you will continue to attend this prestigious institution.”

Klein scratched his nose thoughtfully, that playful smile not leaving the stud’s face for a single moment. Why would it? He’d been called up to the personal offices of one of the hottest pieces of tail in the whole damn university - a woman who even gave the chestiest and curviest of the student body a run for their money. Celestia was stacked, and that body strained at her suit.

His eyes had been glued to her heaving bosom as she sucked in her latest sighs, but the bull made to fuck pussy soon lifted his eyes to meet her’s. “Sure, but… Did you watch it?”

Celestia scoffed, her disgust at such a vulgar question obvious. But Klein kept right on talking. “I mean… You knew the title, right? And I’m just thinking you’re a very attractive woman… It takes a lot of hormones to sculpt a rack that big, hair that silky, and hips like… fuck… hips like that, you know?”

He grinned, gripping the seat under his butt and leaning towards her. “How many times did you “flick the bean” to it, Chancellor? Ten? Twenty?”

The longer he kept talking, the more pink Celestia began to show. First on her cheeks, but spreading out, hitting the tops of her ears and the swell of her bosom by the time he’d said ‘flick the bean’.

“Why, I… Never! I’d never watch something so vulgar! And criminal!” She looked to the door, feeling a little smaller when she realized just how alone she was with the young man.

“But I’ve heard the descriptions. And… and there’s other evidence against you. And this isn’t up for debate either! This is your sentencing, not a trial.” She swallowed.

The way Klein looked at her made her uncomfortable. Why had she chosen to go with her new “power suit” outfit today, of all days?

It looked like a standard pantsuit… save that the legs were cut off high enough that they rode halfway up her asscheeks, with pantyhose on underneath. The front jacket had long, proper sleeves, sturdy material… but was dominated by a “V” of cleavage that showed off her massive breasts, her soft stomach, her cute navel. Finished with stockings, heels, and a lacy black choker, and you’d almost think she asked for trouble.

No, no! Of course not. It didn’t matter how a woman dressed, an outfit didn’t equal consent.

“Criminal?” He laughed that rich kind of laugh men did when a woman had surprised them with unexpected cuteness. It was like the vocal equivalent of a mocking little head-pat, or some playful booby-slapping right before bending a girl over.

“Come on, baby-doll, I know you’re a little bit of an uptight, clucking mother hen every now and then, but criminal, really? You should learn to relax a little bit.”

"It was as far from rape as it could possibly be,” Klein laughed. He flicked his phone out from his pocket. And she let him, derailing her scolding with more of his antics. Slowly, but surely, the professional atmosphere in the room was changing to suit his perversity.

He opened a video file and placed the phone between them. The aforementioned “Anal Virgin” moved on the screen, crying out in such a way that filled the silence with her slutty howling. On the small screen between man and woman, a very similar woman to Celestia shook her hips and moaned for Klein. “She was suuuuch a fucking bitch once I was inside. That’s “bitch” like a dog in heat, I mean, not the other kind~”

“But yeah, she would have agreed to anything to get me balls-deep. Started wheezing when I splattered her insides. Never seen a girl get so crazed.”

Klein tapped the phone, sliding it closer to Celestia. “Take a closer look if you don’t believe me. Drop that five-star pair of tits on the table if you need to, and watch at your student’s “rape”, alright? I won’t tell anyone if you leave a puddle on your seat.”

Klein’s voice had Celestia almost in a trance. With widened eyes, she leaned over her desk to do exactly as he suggested, and get a better view. The weight of her breasts strained her suit as they struggled to get free, only their taut fullness preventing them from squeezing out and falling down on the desk. Were they naked, they’d have easily spilled across its length.

She listened, and heard the woman begging for more, saw her crying out… and she saw the ‘monster cock’ from the title.

Celestia squeezed her thighs together. She was wet.

“I…” She swallowed again, mouth dry, “I’m not going to leave a puddle!”

“Monster cock” fit it to a “T.” The boy sitting opposite her had to be packing an indecently-oversized shaft in those tight jeans, the kind of bosom-slapping sausage that made women’s mouths fall open, and made their thick thighs shoot apart.

“Seeeee? Told you.”

Klein leaned back in his seat, man-spreading in the most offensive way possible. His shoes scuffed along the carpet as he “cocked” his bulge at her, insolently thrusting it up at those wobbling tits of hers. “I always thought that Twilight sow was a bit stuffy, heheh. Sometimes she seems like a younger version of you, Chancellor.”

He leaned forwards, getting close enough he could almost drool on that rack. “Now, I think you owe me an apology. There’s transparency, and then there’s this. Calling me up here on some false pretense so you could star in your own little porno, it’s indecent…”

“Really, I deserve better than some horny old goat trying to threaten me, all to get into my pants. If you want some dick, apologize, and then… Well, maybe if you’re a good girl… I’ll give you that ‘in’ you’re craving.”

“Ho… Horny old goat?!” Celestia leaned back in her chair, biting down on her lower lip as she rode the wave of humiliation.

“I’m not… I don’t want to be in a porno! I don’t…” She trailed off, not exactly wanting to limit her options too much. How had things gone south so quickly?

She took another deep breath, chest swelling again. This time the exposed girl-flesh shone with her sweat. “But… but it seems that reports are a bit more… ambiguous than what I first thought.”

She slid her hand up her thigh, before clenching it in a fist. Klein took a moment to admire her wedding ring. “I’m… I’m sorry.”

Klein grinned. The greedy boy was getting absolutely everything he wanted, and more besides. They were at the ‘futile resistance’ stage of her will crumbling, the stage where a woman’s true inner beauty began to come out… No matter how many times he saw it - sneers turning to shy smiles and venom-dripping insults to lewd praise - he never got tired of it. He leaned closer to Celestia, wanting to take in as much of this beauty as possible.

He slapped his hand on her desk. “Come on toots, we’ll get this all squared away. Come and sit up here and I’ll show you a few other videos I’ve got in here.”

“Since you misjudged events so thoroughly, this is just fair procedure. Come on. Up on the desk now.”

“On… my desk?” She seemed cowed, both in her docility and in the almost-bovine level of intellect she mustered up.

“I don’t…” Celestia did it. She crawled up on her desk, climbing closer to him on hands and knees. When she was in the middle of the desk, the beauty with all the poise and grace a woman could possess stretched out sideways, tucking her legs under her bottom. She accidentally sent a few of those family photos clattering to the floor.

She’d pick them up later. When her heart wasn’t pounding in her chest.

Celestia dismissively glanced at Klein’s phone, then gave it another, longer look. Soon, she stared. “I don’t see why I need to see more of these… these lewd films. Or why I need to be on my desk, young man.”

But even she would have admitted the view was fantastic from Klein’s angle. She looked like a real bimbo secretary now, high-heeled feet hanging over the edge and idly kicking. He flashed a variety of naughty films before the gradually more-interested Chancellor’s eyes.

She’d always believed real pleasure was found in romance and loving sex, but there wasn’t a stitch of romance to be had here… All these girls were bent in unnatural sexual positions, ankles behind their heads or heads pinned under male hands as they were pounded from behind. Some were even lifted with bull-like strength, hoisted up and down on a hard male pole. And while she watched, Klein’s fingers crept up her leg, stroking her ankle at first, then her calf… “Just enjoy, babe… A healthy woman like you could really stand to unwind once in a while. Just look at what your student body is getting up to behind your back, you know?”

“These girls are depraved. They’re animals. In a way, I’m glad you called me up here so you could get a slice of what they’re all getting.. You’re obviously long overdue.”

He stood up, reaching for her, leaning into her. “Now, how do you want it?”

“No… what, stop that.” Celestia twisted away from him at first, but her attempts to escape never had any life to them. She put her hands on his wrists, tried to push him off, failed, felt her panties soak even more at the feeling of failing.

Soon, Klein had his hands on her thighs and hips. Her breathing grew more ragged, becoming more and more erotic. What started as little gasps soon became moans that echoed the girls in Klein’s videos.

“I’m not…. I’m not an animal! I don’t want this!” She made her argument as she spread her legs.

While the lewd video continued to play, three girls all spit-polishing Klein’s rod together, he gave Celestia the most savage kiss of her life. It was like he was devouring her, like he was wolfing her down! Time and time again, he firmly pressed his lips against hers. First, he turned his head to the left, opening and closing his mouth. Then he took her from the right, tongue worming into her mouth. When Klein withdrew, he left her panting.

The kissed left her leaking from her lips, her eyes… her pussy, her body hot with a fever. She knew this was wrong, but she couldn’t help herself anymore.

She trembled as Klein whispered cruel words in her ear: “Mmmn… God-fucking-dammit, I’ve been staring at these giant cow-tits since I first came in here. If you’re wondering why your students are misogynists, you should start by blaming this chest, Chancellor.”

“Yes, sir...”

“Get them out. Display them for me,” he ordered.

With legs spread, Celestia opened up her jacket. She freed her chest and allowed them to bounce free. Their sheer size saw them hanging to her navel without support, a true treasure for big-dicked bullies. “I’m sorry… I… I didn’t mean to make students misaw… misogo… into bullies.”

Celestia shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. But it was like trying to dry herself while underwater. “Is this okay…?”

Celestia was caught in the camera’s lens. Her big juggs wobbling on film was captured for all eternity. When Klein wasn’t recording high-quality footage of the Chancellor’s immense bosom swaying in an inviting mating signal, he snapped photo after photo after photo, capturing the moment for future generations.

What could he possibly call this one? Maybe “Juggsy Chancellor Turned Dairy Cow.”? Or “Celestia Exposed As Big-Time Slut!”?

It wasn’t long before he interrupted his own lovingly-captured footage. Klein snaked a hand up from the bottom of the frame to seize one of those colossal pale jubblies. Her breasts were firm and impossibly soft, topped with bright pink nipples, puffy and the size of quarters.

Klein flattened her tit against her chest, firm fingers sinking into the orb until his palm slapped against titty, rolling it in circles a few times. He kissed his pet again, continuing to play with her teats.

He even set the camera down, enjoying her udders with both hands. “What a coooow… You’re fucking huge, Chancellor. I’m gonna fuck your pussy sooooo hard. Mmmm… Even harder than I did Twilight, or Gilda, or Fluttershy, or any of those insolent little pussy-havers. I’m gonna dick you blind.”

He chewed her lip hungrily. “Show me your weak spot… Show me where to stick it.”

“Ow… ow! N-not so rough… not so… unnhhh….” She threw her head back and groaned. Celestia squirmed in Klein’s strong grip.

“Huhtsss… hurts… ahhh!” Even as she complained, Celestia thrust her chest at him. She gripped the edge of her desk.

Klein’s commands turned more insistent. “Pussy out for the man. You brought all your best defense to the game, but it didn’t matter... Now I’m gonna score a goal...”

Pussy… out? She fumbled at her shorts, struggled to wiggle out of them, gasped sharply as she felt the open air on her wet slit. “This isn’t… I’m not a cow… and… and just because I let you… mmmmmnnn!”

She moaned, the sound awful close to a moo. “… Let you have sex with me… d-doesn’t mean anything…!”

Soon enough, Celestia was on her back on the desk, and that sweaty, incorrigible and tirelessly-perverted man was on top of her. He used his big, barbaric male body on her cute feminine one, thrusting muscles against plumpness, hard against soft. He tongue-fucked her mouth again and again, while his veined colossal cock dangled over her soft, receptive pussy.

“Mmmmm… Oh… Oh shiiiiit…” The first inch was the hardest. He had to nose it into Celestia’s married pussy a little bit at a time, careful not to hurt her with that big thug dick.

He’d barely registered the sparkling wedding ring on her finger until now, but now it gave him contempt… What woman had business being a lesbian when she was this hot? It took the edge off his desire to not hurt her, made him stretch her pussy out a little more aggressively. “Yeah. We’re gonna have sex. We’re… Mmm…”

He slid in. “Now we’re having sex on your desk. Mm. Move your hips. Don’t just lie there like a dead fish, move like the girls in those videos you enjoyed… Move just like they did while you gaped and diddled yourself.”

“Yes… yes, oh god… yes!” She moved her hips, pushing against him. She squeezed down on his length, whole body writhing underneath him.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ll try and… oh god…. move better… I d - d - don’t want to be a dead fish… ohhhh!”

Celestia’s pussy clenched Klein’s cock tightly. She shook as she came, mind blanking out for a moment. She felt a pang of guilt, then pushed it down; surely if her wife were to see this, she’d understand. If she could feel this cock stretching her out, making a bulge in her stomach each time it bottomed out, she’d know just how impossible it’d been to resist!

Now that felt good. That felt reeeaaally good. Once again, the male pig treated women with absolute disdain, as good as spitting on them, using them… and teasing them. And this woman, like all the others, fell over herself to reward him. She paid her cruel male master’s wickedness back tenfold. with only the sort of kindness a lewd-bodied woman could give.

He worked his butt into her over and over again, treating fucking her like a sport, revelling in how hard she worked to get him off… and without a condom, too! He kissed her, slapped her tits, and whispered more dirty words to her. “Looks like we can get along down here just fine... You’re dripping all up and down my bare dick, Chancellor. Some authority figure you were. Some protector of the student body you were.”

He sped up his thrusting, balls tightening, preparing to finish. “You failed! You’ve been undermined! You’re my bitch and I’m gonna unload into you! Say it!”

Celestia cried, overwhelmed by lust and shame. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I’m a failure… a bitch… a cow! Please… sir, please. Let me be your cow, sir! Fuck your cow, sir!”

She’d lost count of how many times she’d cum, each orgasm melting into the next, frying her brain a little more, breaking her mind a little more, burning the pleasure firmly into her so that anything else would always be a pale, unsatisfying shadow. “Get me pregnant, sir! I’ll be a good cow for you. I’ll… I’ll do whatever you tell me to, sir. Just… please… fuck me!”

“That’s it… No need for that mind of yours where you’re going,” he growled in the woman’s ear, turning her cognitive processes simpler and simpler with each thrust. He took more care to bottom out in her vulnerable pussy, ruthlessly sinking all the way inside, then sloooowly dragging it out.

“Switch off. Become dumb. Nnh... I’m cumming...” he moaned in her ear. And then he really did.

His hips thumped down on her desk over and over, making the whole thing creak and wobble as he hammered the deep, womanly spot between those frayed pantyhose.

He made a mess of her. “I’m gonna be changing things around this college from now on… Starting with making a baby in this cow’s womb.”

Klein shook his hips out, releasing a guttural growl in her ear. He fucked Celestia like the bitch she was all the way through their mutual orgasms. Like a primitive assertion that he was the winner and she was the loser, his sperm slapped her weak and defenseless eggs around, seeding them so fast it wasn’t even a contest really. He sank into her gooey hole and made his bitch pregnant. “Fuck you, Chancellor. Mm. Women lose again.”

“Th-thank you…” Celestia managed weakly, twitching. She rubbed her soft, slightly-swollen belly. Her tender, sore pussy leaked out his cum.

“Y-yes, sir. I’ll be your dumb cow… m-mooooo… Moooo…” Of course, Celestia hadn’t really lost any of her sharp academic mind. She was already able to think clearly again.

But that didn’t matter. If he wanted her as a dumb cow, then she was a dumb cow, “Moooo… any changes you want… let me help you, sir! Mooo!”

Klein nodded, shaking with the exertion of just having cum. “Y-Yeah… Lots of changes. I want more pussy. All the pussy. I want to split the maidenhead of every bitch in this college.”

He stirred his dominating member around inside of her. As long as a man’s member was deep in a pussy, the pussy couldn’t disobey. “I want every girl for kilometres around to be carrying my child, Chancellor. Think you can manage that?”

“I’ll do my… moooo… I mean, yes, sir! I love you, sir!” She hugged him tightly at her confession, flattening her big chest against him in a tight embrace.

“Mmm… Good girl.”

Soon, all the preparations had been made. It was surprisingly easy when Celestia had so thoroughly lost to a penis she’d do anything for another taste. Celestia had access to lots of honour students, girls who would do anything to get good grades.

Countless college girls were lined up for Klein, all eagerly waggling their butts in the air, tongues lolling and pussies glistening. Her wife, sister, and adopted daughters came round, too. With a suck and a slurp from Celestia before each penetration, he barebacked them all. But these creampied cunts were just a drop in the ocean compared to how many weak female slits he really planned to impregnate.

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The Pink Circle

Twilight Sparkle 2

Author's Note

This chapter kicks off what will almost certainly be the final storyline of Pink Circle. Look forward to it!

Twilight Sparkle 2

Klein’s apartment, early morning.

Wiggle wiggle wiggle, went two big fat bottoms.

Lap lap lap, went two slightly-rough, albeit very diligent tongues.

Fluttershy and Gilda's heads bobbed in Klein's lap, pink and white mops orbiting the drooling stiffy that had made them both docile little piglets. The only sounds in Klein’s dim bedroom were happy little gasps and sighs from the buried pair, and the slurp of tongues travelling up a glorious rod of male dominance.

Oozing cum trickled down Klein’s shaft in copious amounts, forcing the girls to taste a continuous flow of semen.

Klein's phone rang, and he picked it up.

"Mm. Don't stop, girls." When Klein checked the caller ID, he couldn't help but smile. Twilight Sparkle.

He must have left quite the impression in the little nerd's mind earlier when he'd gotten her to polish his shaft. Why else would the Pink Circle’s president be taking the risk of calling him?

After all, she was one of the finest and most upstanding feminists their college had to offer. She had the best scholarship state money could buy, and rich parents who got her everything she could ever want.

Heck, the “supposed” dyke had even gone and gotten herself a sweet, feminism-positive boyfriend a month or so after her experiences with Klein. And not even a thankyou directed his way for helping her broaden her horizons, either!

So yes, with Twilight on the up-and-up all the time, she had no reason to be calling Klein. It really didn't fit her image to be caught with semen flowing out of her overstuffed mouth and down onto her holstein-sized rack, now did it?

He was as condescending as ever: "Yoooo, Twilight~ You’re the last person I was expecting to hear from any time soon... You have another “survey” you'd like me to get stuck deep into?"

Fluttershy's eyes shot wide open when she heard the name “Twilight”. Klein wasn’t the only one who’d never expected to hear that name around here. Happily for the boy on the phone, the busty bimbo’s fear at being found out had a lovely side-effect: she didn’t just clench her thick, shapely ass, but also the lips tightly wrapped up around the head of Klein's towering pillar.

Twilight! Oooh, how shameful! Here was Fluttershy, a card-carrying member of the Pink Circle, salivating all over a big, fat, throbbing symbol of the patriarchy's oppression of women! Guilt overwhelmed her, as badly as if Twilight had literally walked in the room right then and caught Flootsy with her mouth full of dick.

With no other choice, Fluttershy slowly unstuck her lips from the rod with a wet pop. She immediately cringed as if it had been the most deafeningly loud sound in the world! Ooooh!

Thankfully for poor Fluttershy's sensibilities, the slick wet "pop" didn't translate well over the phone. Fluttershy was not caught.

Which meant she could keep sucking. She wanted to keep sucking, and hesitantly moved her mouth back towards Klein’s member... Girls about college talked about this kind of behaviour as “going full Fluttershy”, and nobody practised it better than the original.

It wasn’t her fault. She was still a good little feminist. But she just wanted to suck this misogynist’s huge cock so fucking bad it hurt.

So Fluttershy looked up to the phone, then back to Klein’s fat dick, cringing like a whipped little animal all the while. When Klein nonchalantly gestured for her to keep going, she quickly returned to licking his shaft... but now she moved as slowly and quietly as possible, frightened eyes glued to the phone clutched in his hand. Don't find out, Twilight! Don't find out!

"Hello?" Twilight's voice came through on the other end, assuming static or other interference. "Hello, can you hear me?"

Klein smirked and leaned back. He used his free hand to grip Gilda's hair, yanking her down more firmly onto his shaft, lips-first. She’d been slacking up till now, and it wasn't fair to leave Fluttershy to do all the work now.

Gilda gasped in muffled surprise as Klein's oversized shaft slipped into her mouth easily and poked the back of her throat, but her expression returned to an angry glare right after. Not that that look of indignation held much weight on a girl stretched over and around his cock.

Without a care in the world, Klein returned his attention to the call. "I can," he replied, calmly. Normally listening to a feminist lecturing him would grate on his nerves, but the two sluts jawing his pole helped a ton.

"Well," the voice on the other end spoke up, in a tone Klein recognized as gathering strength for a prepared speech.

"Well given your inappropriate... and frankly unprofessional... behavior at our last meeting, as well as various complaints I've seen leveled at you by members of our club...” She paused for a breath, perhaps vividly remembering the nature of some of those clients.

“... I thought I’d present you with an offer to make things right. An offer precluding... Ahem... “any investigation or intervention by campus staff or administration... that could result in sanctions or holds... offering universal remission of your past - not future - activities, vis-a-vis student body complaints.” Ahem.”

She clucked her tongue. “In short, I’m offering to wipe your bad record clean. Quite a generous offer, don’t you think?”

Twilight paused to allow Klein to respond, but the only response she received was the faint sounds of wet tongues gliding up thick, stiff cockmeat.

Just static, she thought.

Maybe he's eating.

Wait... Was that a girl choking in the background?

“Go on...” said Klein in a firm, reassuring voice. She went on.

"Ahhh... Alright, well... Getting to the point, then...”

Klein heard her clicking her mouse, sifting through documents. “As you know, the Pink Circle are quite proactive about looking out for young women on campus. I’d like very much to put together a PSA video targeted directly at these girls to inform them and promote social awareness.”

She coughed. “And... To put it delicately, various members of the student body inform me you’re very good with a camera. You agree, don’t you?”

On his end, Klein grinned. “Sure.”

“I need someone who can provide sufficient A/V and support. I think you only owe our club this much after our last interview. So, do we have a—”

Gilda suddenly gagged, sliding her mouth off Klein's enormous shaft. She gasped for air. Twilight blinked, eyes darting away from her screen to her mobile. "Hello? Is everything alright?”

Klein's soft lips turned to a smile. Women... They sure did like coming up with elaborate excuses to see him, didn't they? Twilight had turned the truth around so many times in her words, heaping illogicality on impracticality, that it was a wonder she got any of it out with a straight face.

"Mmm, yeah, everything's fine. Someone ate a pepper and it was too hot for them... Girls just have trouble keeping those ones down.”

He suddenly turned the phone unexpectedly towards Fluttershy and Gilda. Both girls froze like deers in headlights, their suck-slurp-popping coming to a halt as they stared up at him. If Klein had thought to have the video feed switched on, he might've given Fluttershy a heart attack right there and then.

The girl's eyes swiveled to look at each other, then back to Klein.

"Um. Yeah. Soooo spicy. Super spicy." said Gilda, in a performance that wouldn't be earning her any Oscars any time soon.

"In fact, they make me wanna puke!" She shot Klein a furious glare, then closed a hand around his rod and drew it back to her lips. The look in her eyes called him a fucking idiot for messing around with them like this.

Fluttershy's cheeks shone as she cupped her cheeks, blushing prettily. "Ah! Ah! Um! Spicy! Yeah, I need a glass of w - water!"

"Fluttershy? Is that you? What are you—” Twilight began to say, but Klein placed the phone back to his ear. "She really likes the hot stuff. And her boyfriend won't let her have any, so I was treating her. Mm."

"Anyway, yeah, I can help out with your thing! What's it about?”

Klein hummed aloud. “Oh, and we’ll need a place to “do it.” If a guy like me turned up at your family's mansion with a camera, they might call the cops, huhuhu."

Twilight closed her eyes thoughtfully, and shifted her phone to her other hand. "It's all right, I’ve already obtained permission to use an empty classroom, near the theater department. They have all the equipment we’ll need there, cameras, tripods... any lighting we might need.”

“So trust me, you won't have to be making a housecall." Not that I’d want you to anyway, you gross, crass, pig of a man...

“Now! As for what it’s about, allow me to explain!”

A chill went down Klein’s spine as Twilight launched into her oration.

“Rape Awareness!” said Twilight triumphantly.

Klein didn’t consider himself the kind of guy often caught off-guard but, for once, he was.

“Go on...” he urged, laying the flush thickness of his shaft against Fluttershy’s face. As waves of lovely pink broke over the hard, unyielding rock of his member, a spirited suction began within their depths. Klein curled his toes, huffing as Fluttershy hollowed her cheeks, helping him into the back of her throat.

"Rape Awareness is a big issue around campus,” Twilight continued happily, getting pumped up on her own sense of achievement. Klein might have considered it hot air and daydreaming from a lot of other girls, but he knew Twilight had a track record for getting stuff like this off the ground.

It really just made him want to mess with her more.

With a great, drawn-out slurping sound, Klein finally dragged his plump schlong free of Fluttershy’s lips, the pinkette bimbo fighting and whining every step of the way. She made it near-impossible for him to get it out, and gave him the dirtiest look right after, smacking her full pink lips aggressively. When he stretched Gilda’s jaw with it right after, Fluttershy’s irritation turned to outright despair.

With no recourse, he watched as she contented herself suckling on his huge, full nuts. He listened to Twilight as she continued on: “... That’s why I’m going to be delivering a PSA about it, for the consumption of all students... not just the girls! I’ve fully scripted out a 15-minute video presentation that addresses new students on campus about how to be safe, where the blue safety phones are located around campus...”

Gilda opened her mouth and drooled down Klein’s cock. Taking pity on Fluttershy, she passed the head to her, and they swapped saliva around his maleness. “... Oh, and of course, educating those nasty boys on respect and boundaries. I’m sure you’ll agree that’s the most important one, mm?”

“All I need you to do is operate the camera and copy the film when it's done. Even you can handle that, I think, haha~”

“Mmmn...” Klein groaned, that bad boy in suck-heaven right now. The two bitches on his dick were having a feeding frenzy down there.

But Twilight took the sound as complaining, so she just laughed some more, muffling Fluttershy moan-drooling out a long, thick strand of spunk. “Kidding, kidding! I’m just kidding, Klein! Relax!”

“Now, I have everything ready for us. I'm texting you the room number and location now, and we'll have it to ourselves all day today and tomorrow. Plenty of time to work out the shooting.”

She paused, and he faintly heard a distance voice. Twilight listened, then he heard her affirming something with the speaker. “Oh, yes. Yes, alright.”

“Anyway, I have to run, but I'll see you there, yes? And don’t you forget there’s a lot riding on this! It's such an important enough topic I'd expect you to want to pitch in, anyway, even without administrative sanctions on the line!”

He could hear her smiling. “But that's where we are. Okay?"

She stopped speaking again, and silence filled the air as she listened for Klein’s response. Listened intently. And maybe it dawned on Fluttershy and Gilda that the genius purplette still ran the risk of picking them up, because they both hesitated: they suddenly felt acutely aware of the sounds they made around Klein’s shaft.

But Klein wasn’t interested in all that, and he didn’t seem to care about getting caught by Twilight. So, seeing them slacking, he eagerly lined Fluttershy up with his shaft and thrust straight between her cute pink lips. He went down, grinding on her wet little tongue.

Fluttershy gasped. She’d never so much as french-kissed her boyfriend, but here she was french-kissing another boy's cock.

Gilda snickered, wiping her mouth with one hand. As Fluttershy squeaked a hapless, typical little squeak, she grinned, speaking up with a naughty taunt: "What's the matter, Fluttershy? That big pepper a little too much for you?"

Klein was getting close to blowing his stack. "Ahhh, I don't know if today is good, I... Nnngh..."

Gilda and Fluttershy were both quite attuned to how the meanie got when he was close to ringing out a big, thick load of chewy, gushing jism and this was definitely it! He lifted his ass from the bed. He thrust his tongue out, huffing into the air.

“Hnnh...” The male ejaculation they were striving for had almost arrived. With it, both lady's stomachs began to growl receptively.

"I'm kind of in the middle of something right now... Oh, fuck!"

Sitting in her pink-hued room, full of bright light and beautiful plants and rows and rows of books, the President of the Pink Circle shifted on her bed. Her perfectly-decorated, pleasantly-fragrant room was the stark opposite of Klein's dimly lit little den, with porno mags littered about, heavy male musk hanging in the air and two near-nude girls sweating and panting on the floor in front of him. It was like the different worlds of a pure princess in her tower and a nasty, ugly troll living under a bridge!

“You can’t make it? How could you say such a thing?”

Twilight nervously scuffed her feet on the large white throw rug in the middle of the room. She grew uncomfortable listening to his groans and his... weird shifting around...

"It's for rape awareness!" she insisted. "Don't you care?"

Klein hilted inside Fluttershy's mouth all the way to the base, while Gilda diligently washed his nuts. He drew back to the tip and exited the Pinkette's mouth with a pop. Both girls immediately wrapped a hand around his shaft and began tugging him off together, eyes upturned. Their mouths hung over his shaft, waiting for him, or rather it, to use them like toilets.

"Rape awareness! Mm! Yeah, you're right, rape is a big deal! All those hussies running around campus, wiggling their fat butts and making targets of themselves!"

Twilight tensed up. "Klein, I don't think..."

He got all the more excited, cradling the back of Fluttershy's head with his free hand. The phone felt like an annoyance now. He’d rather toss it to one side and focus on getting off inside a hot feminist's mouth. Talking to Twilight was making him feel even more aggressive than normal, even more patriarchal and bullying and testosterone-fueled!

"It's a wonder they don't have men cumming on them all the time! Mmmn! Splattering their faces!"

Twilight heard the male make a curious little series of huffing, grunting sounds, the origin of which she couldn't quite pin down. It sounded like he was really straining to get the lid off a jar for example!

It was followed by a series of incredibly loud, wet splats. As if the jar had been full of, say, mayonnaise, and he now scooped up handfuls of it and threw it at the wall. Splat splat splat! She heard the girls squealing, and then Gilda say something like, "Oh my God, there’s even more than usual! Fucking gross!”

She could imagine Klein sagging in relief by the way he sighed. "Mmn. Okay, you’re right. Rape is important.”

“I'll meet you there shortly."

And then he hung up on her!

Sometime later, Klein crossed the large grassy area leading to the deserted block of classrooms where Twilight Sparkle had arranged to meet him. He was wearing his usual sort of clothes: black jeans and a white T-Shirt with "God's Gift To Women" written on it. He’d taken a few pictures of Fluttershy and Gilda with his phone post... “splattering” and idly thumbed through them even now. The man had an unhealthy fascination with seeing their plump, luscious bodies coated in his pearly white goo.

Finding the vacant classroom Twilight had set aside for them, he knocked sharply at the door.

"Great. Perfect." she murmured at Klein's arrival, grabbing him by the shirt and dragging him into the room with surprising force.

And then came her half-lidded, sardonic stare.

Klein might have expected Twilight to be a little wary after their last meeting, but instead she gave him a look of sheer, withering disappointment. She lingered for some time on that stupid T-Shirt before turning away. "Ugh. That’s so gross. You’re gross.”

Klein just shrugged. “Didn’t bring a spare!”

“Obviously. Anyway, let’s get started, I'd like to have this done as quickly as possible. There's a nice camera over there, should be ready to go."

Twilight led him to the center of the large, mostly empty room, where boxes of theater props, supplies, and equipment were strewn in forgotten piles along the walls.

He looked back at her over his shoulder, getting his first proper look at her. And with how dressed up she was compared to his ratty clothes, Klein understood her earlier exasperation.

Twilight wore her usual esoteric fashion: in this case, the latest in Gothic Lolita babydoll styles. She might just be the one to blame for the Pink Circle being so unashamedly feminine and girly... Everything she wore sent the clean, clear message that being a feminist did not exclude one from looking absolutely stunning.

Come to think of it, the only stereotypical butch dyke around these parts was Gilda, and she wasn’t even a member!

Twilight had selected a white and pastel jacket, with a black vest-top underneath, framing the President’s oversized, even-bovine bust in surprisingly modest fashion. She wore a cream skirt around her shapely hips, and black thigh-high socks under that.

She completed the ensemble with an exaggerated bow-tie and a cute, soft hat with pins alternating between feminist imagery and adorable cartoon animals. Whether she was dressed up or just this eccentric in her fashion was a moot point.

"Alright, this should be a breeze, Kleiny. You just point... and shoot.”

She raised a big sheaf of papers. A thick sheaf. The bottom fell out of Klein’s stomach just looking at it. “I've got my script all sorted out here, and the second we get a good take, we're done. Then, you just do whatever it is you do, get me the finished film, and I’ll do the rest!”

Twilight kicked her hips idly, pleats of her skirt fluttering around those monstrous, teasing thighs of hers. Klein couldn’t help but notice that she seemed... antsy. “It's super simple, so please, just do what I say? Keep the camera on me at all times, and let's get this over with quick! I don't need you screwing this up, okay?"

Klein looked more than a little daunted as he shouldered the camera, but he soon had it focussed on Twilight. It felt like quite a step back to go from having two plump honeys tonguing his big, hard cock to... this.

“Alright, let’s begin!” she said cheerfully.

But as Twilight started going through the motions of her prepared speech, Klein could already see a problem... Namely, that it was even more boring than he’d expected! It was already going to be an uphill battle getting people to watch a solid ten minute video of a teenager talking, but this... This was just too much.

"And remember, boys and girls," said Twilight into the camera, waggling her finger teasingly. "Everyone's studying here at university because they want to follow their dreams! We have to work together to make sure all students, female and male, have a safe and carefree study environment!"

Twilight looped her thumbs together and stretched out her fingertips, casting a shadow puppet of a butterfly on the wall behind her. She waggled her fingers and it flew playfully about in a gesture she clearly intended to be whimsical... but became perverted as she made those heavy orbs of flesh, sitting so very juicily on her front, bobble from side to side. To a guy like Klein, it looked like an open invitation to touch. "Dreams are like... butterflies! And you wouldn't cage a butterfly, now would you?"

She walked right up to the camera and waggled her hands in front of it, while smiling up at Klein. He returned the look with a frown.

"Next, we're going to be examining the myth of provocative fashion choices for girls, and how some people can incorrectly assume they're signalling for male advances. I think it will be really informative!"

Twilight picked up a little beeper sitting on a nearby table. She turned to the slideshow behind her and pushed the button in the centre. The slide changed to show Pink Circle members in various outfits that definitely fit the title “provocative.” Well, this was interesting at least...

The first girl pictured on the slide show was none other than Twilight's best friend, the long-haired science whiz Trixie. The normally preppy girl wore heavy eye-liner, full lipstick and was half hanging out of a miniscule pair of jean shorts. Her thick thighs looked like ready to bulge out some stripey pink and black socks, while her lush chest tried to do the same to a gauzy, half-transparent shirt. It was so tight up top on those heaving mams it left her belly-button completely bare. To make matters worse, she had her tongue out, waggling it like a little devil!

"Now, some boys might think Trixie here is inviting sexual advances! But that couldn’t be further from the truth! This is just Trixie's "style", and boy is she living it up! She likes to express herself by wearing really "hip" and "out there" outfits like this, but if you think she wants you to mount her up and pin her down, you'd be dead wrong!"

She began to click through other slides of girls in provocative outfits, all with the "Look, but don't touch!" motif hammered home into Klein's skull. It was about the time she showed a picture of Pinkie Pie's extremely succulent, fleshy body in nothing but a towel that he finally couldn't take it any more!

"Twilight! Hold up a second!"

"Mmm? What is it, Klein? Something wrong with the camera?"

"No, but... I think this isn't really on the right track. You want to prevent boys from going after girls, right? Mm, horny, malcontent boys with big dicks who want to sink into anything female and get all their tension oozing out into their pussies..."

She gulped, a bead of sweat forming on her forehead. "Ah... Yes. Go on..."

"Well, the way you're doing it now is, mmn, it's getting me super worked-up. Showing all these hot sluts dressed like they wanna get pounded!”

Twilight, of course, looked Klein had just metamorphosed into a slime. Or, rather, a larger one than he already was. She recoiled, wincing, while he just kept going on: “Actually, after seeing all those slides I want to go out and stick it in a cute girl right now! Can I get a few of those for my personal collection?”

Twilight pumped her fists by her sides, looking ready to have steam shoot out her ears. “No you may not! Such a thing is just...”

Klein grinned, settling back onto a desk. “You see the problem, though...”

The topheavy bookworm adjusted her glasses uncomfortably, looking from her place in the spotlight, across the darkened room, to Klein. "Um... well. Certainly... we wouldn't want that sort of thing taking place... I'm trying to reduce aggression, not encourage it. And I... hm. Oh dear."

Twilight rubbed her shoulder, glancing about. She scribbled something in her notepad. "I mean, I wrote the script myself, so it might be a little rough, but... the last thing I want to do is push any sort of raised tension. I'm just trying to help guide guys and girls on the campus to know how to better behave around each other for a safer—”

Twilight stopped and blushed, realizing she was merely repeating her recorded speech from earlier.

With a shrug, the titsy teen flipped through her notepad. She placed her free hand on her ample hips, tapping one foot as she read. “I’m really not sure how I unintentionally laced my video with so many inciting visuals... This is supposed to be about fair treatment and free expression without fear, not something that would appeal to the primal urges of... crass young men.”

Klein glanced from the monitor, displaying that vivid, erotic image of Pinkie Pie bending over in dolphin shorts... back to Twilight. “Who knows?”

Twilight took a deep breath. "Alright, well, I can’t believe I’m asking this, but... I’m sure you raised this concern for a reason, didn’t you?”

“And I know you like that ‘male perspective’,” Klein teased.

That just earned him a righteous, albeit bouncy, scoff. “More like ‘male gaze’ if you ask me. Ahem. But, yes, your suggestions are welcome.”

Twilight set her notepad down, planting a fist on a table and turning a serious look on him. “But don’t think we’re going to do anything crazy! I know how... subversive you can be, always finding some silly way to get your naughty way! This is still my project!”

The nerd dusted herself down and took a deep breath. “It’s just... Well, I’m always open to critique. You have to learn to grow, mm?”

“Absolutely. I’m sooo glad you’re willing to accept advice from a man.”

“So, what are you recommending?"

"Well, that's a good question!” Klein placed both hands on the camera's tripod and then placed his chin on them. He grinned like the Cheshire Cat as he sized up his potential prey. "Now I know you Pink Circle gals think all us boys are just energy drink-chugging pigs and meatheads, mm? You think we just see college girls like you and your little flock of sheep as curvy flesh ripe for the plucking!"

Twilight gasped. "No! What a ridiculous thing to say."

She took a step towards him, shaking a finger in his face. "I see all men as allies in our struggle for equal treatment... Ahhh, even ones like you, I suppose!"

"Great! Then I'll be happy to help you revise the script, change some camera angles... Just little touches here and there to show how things really are. Wouldn't you like that? I'll make a good name for all the boys by exposing which ones are the horny wolves wanting to get in amongst your flock.”

He swept his hand dramatically, leading her to follow along with it. “Just think! We'll make sure every last naughty rapist is stripped bare, and laid out in plain sight of young girls everywhere."

That... sounded good? Something about his phrasing seemed a little bit concerning!

Yes, something in the back of Twilight’s mind tried to raise a red flag at that wording, but she was never much one for performance under pressure. With a hesitant agreement, Twilight passed her script to Klein. She turned her back, pacing about between the boxes left by the theater department in the mostly-darkened room.

"Well, take a look! See if you can't find something to help with the script, then. But like I said, I have final say!”

It was a bold statement, but she almost wanted to retract it when she glanced over to him. Klein looked deep in thought as he flipped through the pages, allaying her fears nicely that he wasn’t taking this seriously.

She immediately felt apologetic, one of many mistakes she’d make today. She rushed to fill the silence hanging over the brooding boy: “But, I mean! If there is something you’d like to slip in, I’m sure we fit it. Just remember that taste is really important here.”

He looked up at her, momentarily bewildered. Normally he was the one making the innuendos.

“We need to be properly respectful, considerate to others. We don't want to get - to set anyone off here. But, yes, I admit a little male perspective might help. Yes."

Twilight straightened her cute little pastel jacket and leaned forward to peer out the window. Her massive breasts swayed under their own natural weight as she did so. She watched carefully for people outside, seeming strangely nervous despite her authority here. When she spoke again, her voice came in a hushed whisper. "Just don't get carried away. Remember our audience: the young men and women of the campus. People who might need a little help or guidance.”

“We need to tell them what to expect, what's okay and what isn't, and what to do if they feel they need help." Her posture was far more interesting than her words, of course, with that pert little ass sticking way out behind her beneath that tight cream skirt. "So use a careful touch, okay?"

"Ohhh, I'm always careful. Mm, most of the time."

Klein flicked through page after page of her dull, washed-out script, the pervy boy's eyes rolling a little further back in his skull each time! This was some really heavy-handed stuff! So dry! So dull. So just like Twilight.

Well, he’d take care of it.

The next thing Twilight knew, the loud, clear sound of paper tearing filled the room. She turned back just in time to see Klein tearing the sheaf of papers clean in half! She darted forwards, tottering unsteadily on her heels, and threw herself at him, arms outstretched.

Mm! That felt good! Klein cooed in pleasure as Twilight's little act of outrage came across more like a sexual advance. Her face might be showing a mixture of fear and concern and anger, but her body... The soft material of that big bow-tie crushed against his chest, followed by the sweltering, heavy melons straining her cute vest-top. He held the script up over his head and as she hopped on the spot trying to recover it, she rubbed her plentiful bosom all over him, caressing her with her extra-bountiful female assets.

Mm, was right! This was Heaven...

"What are you doing? You idiot! Give that back!" Twilight beat her fists on his chest, not doing more than giving him little thumps. It was the first time she'd ever struck someone, but knowing Klein it wouldn't be the last!

He finished ripping it clean in two and let the pieces go, showering Twilight in a winter wonderland of feminism. Words like "respect" and "good behaviour" and "restraint" drifted past her face in tatters, scattered to the winds by a single touch from a man. They littered around her feet, losing any meaning as they became just trash.

Buckle up, Twilight, he thought. We’re just getting started.

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Twilight Sparkle 3

"Calm down, Twilight. I'm not tossing out all your ideas, I just think it's better if we start off somewhere a bit more comfy... Inviting, you know? Now, showing pictures of girls is one thing, but trust me... Your audience needs something more immediate to grab them right from the get-go."

Twilight forced herself to calm down, wiping a stray tear of frustration from her eye. "Ugh. I'm listening..."

"Yeah, it's one thing to have some titty pics after a good three minutes of you talking, but mostly people will have tuned out by then. We need something really eye-popping, right from the start. Trust me on this."

There was that phrase again! Trust the male. Trust the bearer of the most self-inserted organ: the cock. Trust the sperm-cannon that’s constantly leaking a trail wherever it goes.

"What we need... is a live model. Someone who can show the viewer upfront why it's not okay to touch a woman where it’ll make her feel good, you know? I think I know just the girl, too!"

"Trust the man," she grumbled in her head. Why was that always the message Klein was pushing? This jerk managed to shove that thought into her head last time and look where she ended up: sloppy-faced with a gooey sheen. She'd never forget the humiliation of how he treated her that day. The memories of her sitting so innocently with her panties around her ankles like some brainless tart. She was smarter than that. She was smarter than he could even dream of being! He might have managed to pull a fast one on her before but now, more than ever, Twilight was confident that she could see through his tricks. She'd learned how to handle this overeager male and his transparent attempts for attention and innuendo. She brushed them aside for now, easily above such things, and with a quick fix of her glasses, noddedassent in the most dismissive and bored way she could manage.

"I suppose," she murmured with practiced disinterest, "that if you think you have such a great idea, we could try it. I admit I don't have much AV experience, so film production is a step above my level, but I'm trying to get out ahead despite all this. Let's not waste anyone's time, all right? I may not know much about cameras, but I assure you, I know a lot about the message people need to hear. I'll go from director to actor if I must, just as long as everyone sees what's really important here!"

With her hands on her hips, Twilight nodded again, much more firmly this time. She'd made her point. She could see a change in Klein's expression, no doubt weakening, an intimidation from her newly collected brazen attitude. Yes, she'd certainly made her point and no doubt scared the presumptuous male in so doing.

With her body language adequately stonewalled and her attitude kept to a frigid chill, she graciously permitted the young man to continue. Paying no heed to the scraps of her original script on the ground, she listened to his new and much more "eye-popping" idea for this incredibly important PSA video.

Twilight had to be proud of herself. Twilight was proud of herself, more proud than ever.

At first, following her traumatic experience with the one and only Klein - the rude, crude and hulking-penised male before her now - she had been more than a little bit lost for a while! Reeling, punch-drunk, soaked in the shame of her humiliation. Some changes had been in order in her life... and big ones at that! Well, "big" in a manner of speaking. She had certainly gone to the trouble of introducing some phalluses into her life, but nothing on the level of the burgeoning sack and semen-gushing rod that made Klein's jeans groan and strain. Klein’s sort of plump endowment could be fed to the proletariat, while she tried on her boyfriend’s more... entree-sized equipment, yes?

At first she'd wondered if maybe going from the top muff-diver of the Pink Circle, the pussy-licking El Presidente herself, to picking up her first boyfriend had been a mistake... but this was certainly shaping up exactly how she'd hoped. Going all the way from a purely-sapphic lipstick lesbian to dominating and bewitching the lovely Vice President of the Pink Circle, a sweet young thing named Facet, had given her newfound confidence in dealing with men. Twilight could feel her practise was about to pay off big-time!

Yet when he spoke, it still seemed to send a chill down her spine: "Something's missing, though... Something that will make this perfect! You're right my ideas are great, but hmm..."

Recording camera clutched tightly in his grip, Klein turned a slow, lazy circle around Twilight, capturing the top-heavy poindexter from every conceivable angle he could. She had so many good sides to choose from... there were few angles that wouldn't embarrassingly highlight the maternal swells of her sizeable rack bulging from her plump frame, her swattable fat rump... or those ridiculously big, bee-stung kissers of hers, set under her gently-pointed nose, her gigantic-framed nerd glasses, and her large, innocent-looking eyes. He tossed the camera from one hand to another, wondering how to trick her into an up-skirt shot in the next few minutes.

"Oh, I know! A costume change! You're dressed awfully... what's the word... foolishly? Like a crazy person?"

He plucked the hem of her skirt, admiring the way her thigh-highs shaped and formed her calves and thighs. The gothic lolita look of her current attire was a favourite of his; the amount of skin it covered was not. "We don't need to target an anti-rape PSA at girls who dress like this. No boy would ever touch them in the first place."

"Ugh!" Twilight stomped in defiance, folding her arms over her chest. "There's nothing wrong with my outfit! It's perfectly fine for someone acting as the mouthpiece of her classmates." Her eyes seemed to trail the camera, rather than Klein's face. Perhaps not a beneficial habit for him. It would be much easier to keep her distracted the less aware of the camera she was, or at least, the less worried about it she seemed to be.

Tellingly, she was more upset about his commentary on her appearance than the very overt implication that came with it at the end, of what sort of girls would and wouldn't be touched - exactly the sort of thing her PSA was meant to dispel in the first place, but somehow gone unnoticed with her skirt now questioned. She swiveled on her heels, cute little nose upturned and breasts bouncing just faintly enough as she came to a huffy stop.

"Well I don't suppose you brought a change of costume or two with you, did you?" she taunted back, fighting the urge to childishly stick out her tongue at him. Something deep unconscious prompted her not to go through with it. Perhaps a taste memory.

Sticking your tongue out around Klein was definitely risky. You'd never know what would end up splashed across it.

Klein mentally began to sift through the various outfits left on his clubroom floor over the years... Fluttershy's pretty yellow dresses, Gilda's tight, tight jean shorts, more garments from Applejack and Zecora and all those countless other sluts he'd hungrily gobbled up over the years!

While he mentally cycled through outfits to wrap around Twilight's pudgy belly and fat melons, that silver tongue of his stalled for time. "Of cooouuurse I did, Twilight! Like any good boy, I'm always planning several steps ahead."

"Now," he continued, turning to pluck a few things out of a nearby wardrobe: "Really, it's all about what will incite men to rape the most. And I think I know the answer to that..."

He'd been subtly sidling up behind Twilight this entire time, easing closer and closer until his breath was practically splashing across her pretty pale nape. And now, without any warning, Klein hooked a finger in the back of her skirt and dragged his whole hand down! In a flash, Twilight went from the picture of a sophisticated, classy lady to a flustered, blushing beauty... the real picture of womanhood! He dragged her cream skirt down over her hips and all the way to her knees, baring thick, sock-clad thighs and her pretty panties to the camera's eye.

"There! That's what will really get those cocks wanting to hammer home! That will really drive stiff poles into scores of pussies, until every girl in sight is bent over! Not a bad start for the video at all! A great visual for our anti-rape PSA!" As Klein projected that misogynistic filth on Twilight's ears, the camera soaked up an equal amount of visual smuttiness. Record! Record! Record! Klein hungrily filmed every second, committing the splendid sight of a woman experiencing a uniquely female embarrassment to film for the benefit of future generations.

Twilight's hair just about stood up from the shock, and between Klein's warm breath and the cold air suddenly cascading across her lower half, she stiffened up appropriately. For a girl as mentally composed as herself, Twilight definitely took some time to get her bearings back to the point where she was able to cover up, slapping her open palms across her crotch with such sudden shame and intensity you'd think she just completely bared herself to a studio audience. Her face glowed red, her expression that beautiful look of indignant outrage Klein found himself so unconsciously attracted to. Provoking it was definitely a priority today.

"Klein!" she shouted like some comically-miffed sitcom housewife, her knees buckling as he stood pigeon-toed and half-bottomless before him - and his camera. "I swear to God, Klein! If you lay a hand on me like that again I'll - I'll - !!"

But her threat came to nothing, instead petering out in the same vague threat that only provided incentive to a man like Klein, the same kind of angry dismissiveness that only stirred his throbbing manliness all the more: "I have a boyfriend, you know!"

"...And he won't stand for you treating me like this," continued the angry bookworm, threatening only by proxy, to remove her own agency without even needing Klein to lift a finger. "Now quit messing around like some dumb frat boy and let's get serious here! And if you recorded that, so help me, I'll see you charged for sexual harassment!" Her angry squawking was actually quite amusing now, and somehow, for some reason, a similarly-flustered Gilda came to the young man's mind.

That was perfect. That was the exact sort of fiery independence that had made her proud to be called the President of the Pink Circle for two years running now, a true champion of rights for all women everywhere. That veined rod in Klein's pants wouldn't be able to oppress her anymore now, not since she'd conquered her boyfriend's much smaller, much less angry-looking rod .

Not that she'd actually let cute little Facet inside juuust yet. She still considered herself a lesbian after all... and why would she even give him more when he seemed more than satisfied with a few half-hearted smooches on the cheek every now and then?

Klein certainly looked devastated. His eyes had widened up nicely, his mouth falling... Scared to death of her manly boyfriend Facet, no doubt! Well, manly by *some* measures, certainly... Not so much in the same way Klein's masculinity seemed to be measured.

"A boyfriend?" he asked, leaning a little closer, abruptly turning the camera upwards to film her face. Behind the lens, Klein was smiling. "Since... Since when, princess? Just since when did the dorky dictator of the Dyke's Club start working her tongue around fat schlongs, mm?"

"For your information," she began, in the same tone her lectures always began, "his name is Facet, he's the vice president, and he is a very good boyfriend! AND he knows martial arts, so he could kick your butt any day of the week!" the bookworm boasted by proxy. "And not that it's any of your dumb business, mind you, but he and I are not so crass as to leap into that kind of... of-of-of... of debauchery so early in a relationship! We're taking it slow, considerate, and - and..."

Something seemed to click in her expression, and with a strange look she came back to her (admittedly-limited) senses, glancing about the room at her current predicament. Her face grew red once more, and the anger resumed afresh. It seemed she'd remembered where she was before being so masculinely-interrupted.

"DAMN IT, KLEIN! CLOTHES!!" the busty co-ed yelped, keeping her hunched-forward posture as defensive as possible. "NOW IS NOT THE TIME!"

"Ah! Yessss~ You are so right, hahaha. I'll have to head over to the AV Club to pick up a few things, I shouldn't be gone long. Let me just get that taken care of!"

He looked down at the camera in his hand, then fussed over where to set it down, eventually choosing a nearby table with a big stack of exercise books. As soon as it was tucked away out of sight, it might as well have ceased to exist to the flustered Twilight, whether it was pointed at her exposed form or not.

Normally this wouldn't be an issue. Most girls would already be immediately fixing their skirts... but Twilight didn’t. Klein still had more instructions for her, and she still listened.

"Alright, I'll be right back, cutie. Just get those hooters out while you're waiting, so we can get you right into costume!"

He wanted her to undress more. Somehow the concept of allowing her to put her skirt back on was circumvented altogether: Klein wanted Twilight to sit, alone and exposed, in a classroom and wait for him. He wanted her to do a little striptease he wouldn't even see.

What a naughty boy he was. How had Twilight let herself get caught up his schemes? Well, she wasn't going to get to find out: Klein was already skipping towards the door. He paused right as he reached the exit.

Standing in the doorway, Klein turned back towards her with a sly smile, one elbow raised slightly to lean on the frame. "Although, you know, if his name is "Faggot", I'd be more afraid of him doing all kinds of other stuff to my butt."

Klein ducked his head as a piece of thrown chalk went sailing overhead. "Eek. Okay, relax... Make love, not war."

And then he was gone, leaving a flustered Twilight alone with some very clear instructions regarding her bovine endowments. Her giant nerd tits. Stupid boys like him weren't supposed to be interested in the chests of smartypants girls like her... but it looked like sheer size could trump any boundary.

Well! That probably made it time to undress then. "Get those hooters out," as he'd so succinctly put it. She might be putting on a little show for the still-running camera in the meantime, but flusterment had a way of making people forget things... As they say, out of sight, out of mind.

"Hmph!" was all the response she'd apparently deemed to dignify that particular exit with. She sat there in her panties for a long moment, stewing in the powerful send-off he'd given. It was a request and a command, asking her to take her top off, but surely not expecting any other result. The way he'd phrased it, it was like a foregone conclusion that she would go topless. And how presumptuous he was for that! The busty bookworm glanced around, feeling the slightest bit more aware of the chill in the room, and after a moment, realized she could spot no trace of her skirt.

Had Klein... taken it? Simply walked out with a garment of her clothing, to claim as a prize or trophy, to add to his hoard? She briefly wondered how many other discarded and forgotten articles he might have whisked away. Her skirt did NOT belong with those articles given up by ditzy bimbos and loose sluts! How dare he make off with it, and leave her sitting cross-legged like this, with no recourse! At least those girls surely had some alternative, some clothing they could wear home. It suddenly dawned on poor, pasty Twilight that she might have to actually spend the rest of the day in whatever he came back with, and her cheeks grew flush at the mere thought. He had better use his best judgment, if she's going to end up clad in one of his stupid costumes!

Yet as her mind stuck to that angry and indignant thought, she couldn't help but circle the idea of being stranded, without her skirt. That Klein had simply... taken it. Without even asking. It was just his to take, and he did so. There had been no need for him to even mention it. And the longer she thought about being stuck here without her full wardrobe, the more her hands began to creep up, undoing her shirt, slipping off her jacket.

"Get those hooters out," he said.

Hooters. What crass terminology. Her chest. Her breasts. These were not hooters. Sluts had hooters. Showgirls had hooters. Boobs. Melons. Jugs. She was a lady. She had breasts.

Breasts rapidly being bare.

She barely spared it a conscious thought. Not to suggest that she wasn't aware of her actions, though her hands did seem to move on their own, but a strange logic had overtaken her and she hardly paused to consider it. Klein wasn't around, and she surely wasn't getting her skirt back, so this much was all right. Before she knew it she was down to her black bra, as plain as could be, and with deft fingers behind her back she unclasped it and pulled it away, in a slow, sweeping movement which gave the unseen eye of the video camera quite a fluid movement.

Those breasts - not hooters, mind - swung free like heavy pendulums, bouncing together once, colliding with a soft, fleshy 'smush', and then resting a bit apart, hefted just subtly against her ribcage. The cool air and her passing thoughts had left her nipples pink and perky, easily visible from across the room, even at an angle that was clumsy at best. Not a fantastic shot, but enough to capture something beautiful...

...only for a second, however. Soon she had laid her freshly-removed clothes out on the table, folded neatly, as if waiting to be picked up. That left her topless, and, not wanting Klein to waltz back in and see her in this state (wouldn't that defeat the whole point of her privacy to begin with?) she rather inelegantly, draped her unfastened bra cups across her breasts, letting her sizeable bust prop it up to act as cover. It was a very peculiar look, with the tops of her breasts covered and the swell - the soft rounded curve beneath - bared. But at least it draped just enough to cover her nipples and soft, rosy areolae, and so it would do. The camera denied more than a second of unabashed voyeurism, she sat neatly, patiently, with her bra clumsily draped over her front and her hands resting palm-down on her knees, which were pressed tightly together to cover what they could of her exposed panties.

Waiting like this, for whatever reason, definitely seemed to take much longer.

When Klein returned ten or so minutes later, he whistled low in his mouth when he saw the topless cum-bunny sitting shame-faced atop one of the classroom's many desks. He went from exuberantly swinging the door in to slyly and silently shutting it, as if horrified at the idea that anyone but him might discover Twilight Sparkle in her current state. No, this display was for Klein's avaricious eyes alone. Certainly not any boyfriend's.

"Mmm. Goddamn they're huge. What the fuck are they feeding the girls around these parts..."

He hadn't even expected her to take her bra off. It was a costume change, not the full wardrobe... her underwear could have remained on. But now that lacey, girly garment had taken a brief from holding aloft two of the Pink Circle's greatest virtues to let those giant teats rest naturally on her chest. He slurped his tongue around and over his lips, resisting the urge to pluck it up and away right there and then and just sink his teeth directly into Headlight Sparkle's massive mams.

"I'm baaa~aaack~" he sang, sitting down on the desk in front of her, hoisting a pair of plastic coat hangers. They supported an outfit that was all-too-familiar to Twilight for all the wrong reasons... Namely that she'd worn it hundreds of times during her youth.

They were absolutely innocent pieces of clothing in their own rights. Innocent enough, in fact, that whole generations of burgeoning young girlies wore them almost every day of the week, month-in, month-out. The top was just a pretty little white button-up shirt, while the skirt was green and pleated... and the fire engine red Mary-Jane flats in Klein's other hand were cute and comfortable, with an undeniable girlish charm to them.

Girlish, yes, that was the word. As in high-school girl. As in a teen's outfit. And that was the real problem with these clothes. They were made for teens going out on their first day of high school. They were made for flat-chested, narrow-hipped little daddy's girls with no development to their figures at all: a far cry from the ample, fleshy sex-queen body Twilight had developed into, and now embarrassedly rocked. That shirt was where the problems began: one moment's contact with her buxom bust and the buttonholes would be stretched to maximum capacity, long strips of pale, fat tit rising up like canoes to sail the polyester ocean. The local school's insignia would double or triple in size as it was dragged across countless acres of bouncy tit-flesh, while their well-known slogan, "Aching For Guidance," written beneath it, would take on brand new meaning when fitted to a buxom bitch's spectacular form.

The skirt was no better. The pleats caused it to flutter and twist with the slightest motions, and it wouldn't even reach mid-thigh in its current brevity. It wouldn't even cover her entire bottom. It was more like a cute green belt than any proper garment. Like someone who'd been expecting a three-course meal only to get an entree, her lower body would be left hungry for coverage... at least those thigh-high socks she already had on could remain, but wouldn't they just pervert this outfit even further?

And the flats... At least they remained innocent and cute! Which would make it even more intolerable when they were hooked up around Klein's shoulders, locked behind his butt... or, worst of all, locked behind her head!

"Well, what do you think, Twilight? This will perfectly sell the angle our video is going for. There's simply nothing in the world more innocent and in need of protection than a pretty teenage schoolgirl. Certainly it's a little small, but, well, the lighting in here is dark! Even if you flash your panties, the camera won't pick anything toooo bad out."

For a long moment, Headlights sat there, glaring up at Klein with a look of disgust. Not quite disbelief, because as it turns out, she could definitely believe it. With this rampaging pest of overstuffed male hormones, she could absolutely believe a barely-pubescent girl's school uniform would be just what he went for.

Her mind briefly wondered whether he'd actually had fun with any girls the proper age for it, back when he was younger, but it was a worrying thought and she pushed it aside.

"Fine," she demanded. She was reluctant to accept this new outfit but there were two caveats: For one, she was NOT about to wait in this dim room for ANOTHER trip, sitting cold, alone, and barely covered at all for such a stretch. And two, she absolutely knew that whatever he got to replace it would be even worse.

"Give it here," she grumbled, ready to just get on with it. She stuck her arm out just carefully enough not to knock her precariously-perched bra to the ground, and snatched the clothes away. Surely they'd fit just fine.

"Ahem?" she returned to him once more, until at last, and with great reluctance, Klein finally sighed and turned around. With his back to her, she deftly hopped into her new outfit. Years of quick-changes between gym class had prepared her for this, and although a brief pink flash of areolae graced the camera like a perfectly feminine shooting star, a rosy smear of lusty color, it was gone just as quickly. Before she knew it, she was standing in her new recording uniform.

She quietly, as inconspicuous as possible, placed her bra atop the pile to join her other folded clothes (all except her vanished skirt, of course), hoping Klein wouldn't notice. She strained against her top, buttons aching at the weight they held in, and leaving out the bra robbed her of her first line of defense, but also left more physical space beneath the blouse. It was a risky move -- and perhaps not the wisest -- but it was too late to go back now. So, only wearing half her undergarments and long stockings, she stepped into her flats and announced her completion.

"All ready," she sighed, more frustrated than embarrassed.

Klein was getting a case of deja vu of his time with Fluttershy, all the way down to the neglected boyfriend having absolutely no idea what was going on behind his back, and how very, very astray his girlfriend was being misled. Given that he'd spent a large portion of this morning nutting on Fluttershy's face and into her belly, the sensation was rather welcome.

"Mmmm, you're looking great, Twilight! Now, let's go straight to some "Dos" and "Do Nots", mm?"

Twilight arched an eyebrow skeptically. "Dos and Do Nots? Really?"

"Well, it is supposed to be an anti-rape video, mm? We're going to be filling up those young dear’s minds with all kinds of useful knowledge on how to manage and present themselves around men. It's exactly the kind of savvy know-how our students need!"

"Ahem," Twilight preened herself under the camera's harsh gaze. This was it! This was the start of the Pink Circle's latest foray into making this university safer and saner for its countless overdeveloped students. Her heart raced in her chest... and not just because her bosoms strained under that miniscule top, doing their best to break clean out.

"Hello, boys and girls! My name is Titli - Kleeeiiiin!" Klein had prepared cue cards. They were off to a bad start.

*BEEP*

"Hello, boys and girls! My name is Twilight Sparkle! Many of you probably already know me as the President of the Pink Circle, our educational institution's premier force for not just educating women about their rights and freedoms, but also providing protection in the large amounts all us girls need!" She paused, running that sentence back in her mind, wondering if something didn't sound off about it, before continuing to read from Klein's cue cards.

She bounced on her heels, causing those mind-blowing udders to heave and wobble. Klein's suggestions about drawing the eye might be sinking in subconsciously, if not on the surface. "With the tips contained in this video, we'll help you turn out like this..."

She paused to gesture to a blackboard behind her, where various cartoony chalk drawings had been put up of happy girls accepting diplomas and scholarships, cheerleaders shouting the team's name, or even just blatantly praying with halos and angel wings behind them...

"And not like... Ah..." She glanced to her side, looking back at the other blackboard Klein had prepared. He certainly had an artistic aptitude, didn't he?

She swallowed, and continued. "And not like this!" she finally said, gesturing in the opposite direction, to where a blackboard had been filled with more cartoony chalk drawings... but these ones pictured girls straddling men, girls having their skirts lifted... even girls with big, bulging teen pregnancies. The centrepiece was a girl with a striking similarity to a cartoon Twilight herself, on all fours and in a small, tight set of pasties. A collar was affixed around her throat, almost hidden behind her downcast head, but the strong male hand holding her leash was unmistakable.

"Klein, don't you think this is a bit - "

"And cut!" the perverted male director bellowed.

"Now remember, girls...!"

"...Girls?" the schoolgirl-bedecked bimbo questioned, turning to Klein briefly. He nodded vigorously, assuring her the choice was apt, and not wanting to spoil the scene for yet another dreaded reshoot, she quickly recomposed herself and continued with a cheery, light smile, not bothering this time to think twice about the copy she was hurriedly reading from Klein's hastily-prepared cards.

"Now, remember, girls! There's more to how the world sees you than prejudice and lust. How you present yourself is very important! When you're in mixed company, and really any time boys are around, you should always be thinking about presenting yourself!" She gestured approvingly, in girlish fashion, holding her hands up to her chest in a cute pose, before continuing. "So do your best to put your best foot forward!" The emphasis was Klein's idea of course, the word on the prompt card underlined, and she defiantly stomped her left foot forward, leaving a bit of a spread which her pleated skirt draped only meagerly across.

"Hold that pose," she heard him command, and suddenly she froze beneath the glare of the set lights.

"This?" she murmured like a strained ventriloquist, doing her best not to move her lips.

But Klein didn't respond, unmounting the camera and swiveling around her, dramatically. He kept the lens high - but unfortunately close, zooming in tight on her straining top, but without the ability to glance down, Twilight's upturned face kept her from double checking his choice of camera angles. And when he came around to her backside, it only got worse, as the amateur filmmaker dipped low, swooping the camera in an arc that caught a gorgeous glimpse of her sweet, pale white ass, barely clad in those small black panties. It hadn't taken him long at all to get that upskirt shot it seemed!

"Don't move, I said!" he ordered, noticing her starting to glance behind her. "You have to trust me."

There it was again.

The mantra of the session.

More and more, she was starting to accept it. As she read the cards without proofing them first. As she followed his subtle gestures to pose on certain spoken lines.

Trust the man.

Trust the sweaty, horny, hormone-fueled, big-cock-swinging man.

While her lips continued to calmly wrap around the video's increasingly vulgar messages, Twilight's eyes darted nervously this way and that. Sweat beaded on the angel's forehead as she tackled the cue cards with her tongue first and her brain second, just like a good girl should.

The level of absurdity continued to rise. Twilight began to find herself growing more and more open to the dastardly dialogues hastily scrawled in pen. She found herself watching the pile of blank cue cards by Klein's side, checking it occasionally and hoping to see it dwindled down to the point where she'd be freed from this villain's clutches. But, just like another memorable part of his, the pile only seemed to grow thicker along with her embarrassment and frustration. He held their blank nature over her like a tyrant, the card's transitory nature allowing Klein to write anything on them that struck him at that moment. He was constantly able to test, probe, and - worst of all - exceed the feminista's limits.

"And... And don't forget the boys here are your friends! Some of them might seem a little intimidating at first, but... Once you get to grips with them, you... Oh my god... Klein, I can't..."

There was no roar of disapproval from the man. No show of muscular force. Klein just glanced up from the latte he’d been sipping and gave the sign a few firm, pointed taps with the tip of his pen. He glared at her with smouldering eyes over the rim of his steaming cup.

Twilight complied. It was a spectacular display of female submission.

"Once you get to "grips" with those big, big boys, you'll find new opportunities come "bursting" out," she whimpered. But it was the parentheses-wrapped instruction beneath the dialogue that really made her blood cool. "Shoulders back, chest out," the card simply read, with another crude cartoon scribbled beside it, of a glasses-clad nerd who was barely visible behind her upthrust melons. He'd even drawn a little pair of C-shapes atop those vulgar symbols to show hard nipples in the material. Art imitates life, it looked like, because the room's cool air had her perky and sensitive as ever.

Well, maybe her top wouldn't pop. Maybe.

"Bursting..." Twilight groaned, thrusting her shoulders back suddenly. Her tiny blouse had been soldiering along so far as well as it could, wrapped to tension point around cow-udders almost on par with Gilda’s and Fluttershy's. Now, it creaked.

"Bursting out..." she whined, watching her breasts rising higher and higher on her chest. The throat of her blouse, where she'd made the foolish mistake of undoing a single button, was where most of the creamy, bobbling flesh was gathering, so much she might have to tilt her head back if it got any more fulsome. Twilight whimpered, turning her head away, unable to watch another moment of the approaching calamity.

The formidable force at the fore of the Pink Circle whimpered like a little girl as her own immense circles strained the fabric of her tiny blouse. Buttons ached, ready to pop free as their thin securing strings raveled ever thinner. She bit her lip - her plump, moist lip, a soft cushion ready to act as landing strip to incoming oral visitors - and turned her head, managing only to barely squeak out the last bit.

"...new opportunities come bursting out!" she repeated.

Strained cloth. Upturned chest. Matching the crudely drawn picture. She stretched. She arched...

Twilight stretched so far her elbows touched together behind her back. With a sudden, cartoonish ping, a tiny projectile loosed across the room, ricocheting once off a metal desk on the far side before rolling and rattling to the floor.

The camera captured it perfectly, the sudden jiggle, jostle, and jump of soft flesh, burgeoning breasts popping just a bit closer to freedom. Her top button, most strained, had come rocketing off like god himself had plucked it away, and though brief, the smooth, enticing bounce of her relaxed breasts smushing together gave the camera a sight so beautiful it would not be soon forgotten. Or deleted.

A sight Klein would no doubt love to revisit over and over, on loop. Those smooth, silky pale orbs jostling - now with enough bared space to hint at the very edges of her rosy areolae.

And with that stress freed, however temporarily, her shirt relaxed its strain just a bit. For now, that was enough, just barely enough.

Twilight’s face turned a lovely shade of furious crimson. She could barely look at Klein, let alone the camera. Her eyes widened to match her embarrassment, instantly blaming only herself for this mishap.

And yet she was so well behaved already she didn't move to cover herself up. It was, after all, a slight exposure. Nothing to get worked up over. Nothing she couldn't push past.

Just like the quietly buzzing cell phone amid her folded clothes indicating a new and no-doubt worried text from a certain freshly-made boyfriend.

"Oh, god. I'm sorry," she murmured. It was all she could manage to squeak out.

This anti-rape PSA video was very, very rapidly turning in the opposite direction... If there had ever been an argument to push past a woman's refusals, to leap on top of her and begin humping furiously away at an unwrecked pussy - cock-crushing it through one orgasm after another - Twilight was making it! That bared expanse of milky-white teat was like a beacon to hard-dicked rapists everywhere, signalling their testosterone levels to rise, signalling their gigantic sloshing nuts to bloat bigger with hateful seed.

"I'm glad you are," chided Klein, capturing every mouthwatering second of it. The camera felt hot in his hands, like he could feel its value growing by the moment. He was actually starting to feel nervous and paranoid that something might happen to it, and the footage would be lost forever... The urge to go and begin backing it up right now was almost overpowering, but God bless him, he continued bravely on.

"It's not like those shirts are exactly easy to come by!" he laughed, only to be startled by the sound of the phone buzzing by his ankles. He glanced down to her bundled-up clothes, saw it lightly vibrating, and felt a chill shoot down his spine. Boyfriend. Cuckold. The enemy.

Klein directed the kind of kick at the phone he would have loved to deliver to Facet himself, knocking it completely out of sight. At the same time, he raised the volume of his voice, talking louder and louder to swallow up the sound of the phone as it vibrated on the hardwood flooring. "But I guess when a pair of udders want to make themselves known, they just right ahead and do it! No wonder you're having to make an anti-rape video in the first place!"

She stuck her tongue out at him, eyebrows knitting in typical annoyance. But she didn't reach for her smartphone. Klein breathed a sigh of relief. He'd worked hard to get the cow in the barn, and wasn't nearly ready to send her back to pasture just yet.

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A shift occurred, not just in Twilight’s over-burdened blouse, but in her very attitude. When she first walked in, she was too jittery to even stick her tongue out. And while that fear might still persist with her, she had at least internalized it. Perhaps it was less that she was relaxed or trusted him and more that she simply didn't have the time to stop and consider her actions. Where before the feminista carefully pre-empted such a gesture with memories of past experiences, now it was thrown out hastily, as if prompted, in much the very same way her poses and her lines, all cue-card-ready, were being thrown out. She reacted quickly, but her mind lagged behind.

Maybe the jostling, bouncing, bountiful breasts demanded too much attention to share the spotlight and had jiggled her brain out of the picture, or at least into a noticeable delay. Whatever the case, she was more responsive and less introspective. While that may have stood as an absolute betrayal of her own ideals and values, it no doubt helped trip her deeper into the depths of their ongoing photoshoot.

"Well," she murmured, blushing, folding her elbows together in front of her bust and inadvertently thrusting her breasts into view all the more, "I guess we should just keep going. I didn't exactly bring a sewing kit, so unless you did, we should probably just keep rolling before it gets any later."

The idea was so poorly founded and against her best intentions it might as well have come from Klein's own mouth, but he was delighted to see her pushing the very ideas he'd goaded her towards, as if they were her own.

The truth was, Twilight was still catching up. Judging by the straining tent in Klein’s jeans, he wouldn’t slow down for her.

As lovely as her insistence to push on was, even despite her compromised wardrobe, the pleasure it brought the girl's eager and doting director was somewhat stifled by another faint buzzing sound, as Twilight's smartphone again lit up with a fresh text. Surely she'd told her boyfriend where she'd be tonight?

"Of course you didn't bring a sewing kit," teased Klein, weaving his way through the array of desks and coming in for a much closer-angled shot on her upper body. Parts of it, anyway.

"You're a feminist! A champion of women's rights!" Without bringing any attention to it, he thrust a stick of lipstick into Twilight’s hand, encouraging the gal to fix her makeup during the brief interlude between shots. "Like any independent woman, you might just choose to take the look of a dolled-up floozy every now and then..."

He paused to take in Twilight’s appearance, and found it more than pleasing: she sat on the corner of a desk, buxom curves crammed into a tiny schoolgirl outfit, applying a fresh coat of ruby-red lipstick in the reflection of her compact palm mirror. "... Ahem. But you'd never act the part. You're much too busy enacting vital societal change to do something as silly as sew up some busted shirt buttons."

"Oh...?" asked Twilight, moistly smacking her lips together in a mock-kiss, before giving the tube one last swirl around her mouth. She reached the centre of her bottom lip and spent a few dazed seconds just gently thrusting the tube against her smacking wet mouth as if testing the sensation. "Is that so?"

Klein dropped the camera's gaze a solid foot, zooming on the rebellious bulges of her barely-constrained teats, looking like they were just waiting for the right moment to bust free of what remained of her revealing top. "Mmhm. Better to leave it the way it is now... Tell the world that Twilight Sparkle doesn't have time to change her appearance to suit what society expects of her. Defy gender roles and leave your clothes unmended."

He continued to stare at her melons. It was soothing, putting Klein at peace in a way few things could. Really, could any man be said to love women more than brutes like him? The love shared between slavering, drooling rampant misogynists and bouncing fat titties was truly a pure one.

"Buzz buzz," went her ignored phone. Increasingly concerned and frantic text messages popped up on the screen, but the sounds were barely audible over the loud claps Twilight's tatas made every time she "mooved." Her own lewd body defeated her boyfriend's attempts to protect her.

Just like nature intended.

Sufficiently assured that Twilight's bubbly behavior kept her oblivious to her boyfriend's increasingly urgent texting, Klein sighed in relief, taking in the buxom beauty and her bouncing breasts, now one button lighter.

The change was remarkable. All that smooth, pale titflesh now bared itself to him, inviting the camera deep into her plunging cleavage just as it would invite the aching, masculine cock of a bully like Klein himself. The camera inched closer and yet somehow, Twilight still paid it no mind. She stroked the tube of lipstick once down the center of her lower lip, then finally twisted it, capped it, and put it safely away. When she finally returned her attention to her professional director, his camera had again moved a respectable distance away, once more assuring her there was nothing to worry about.

"I think you're right," she mused with her faux-insightful tone, as if the idea was hers to begin with, "it definitely sends a broad, clear message to the camera. I'm not concerned with superficial appearances. I'm not going to taper or mend or twist for the public. I'm here to take on the hard issues head-on, and that's what matters!" She became freshly invigorated, as enthusiastic as it had been when it was her own script rather than Klein’s. Twilight was definitely getting into the spirit of things!

"So, let's keep going! I haven't exactly seen the, ah... 'script'," she glanced at him suspiciously, but a slight smirk revealed she was in on the joke, or at least, believed she was, "but so far I think we've hit some important points."

Twilight leaned back a bit, shoulders highlighting her bust once more as her creamy skin demanded the camera's attention. One of the many cartoon drawings of herself had become wedged under her plump bottom, and she tugged it from beneath her cheeks with a giggle that Klein considered positively airheaded... She was becoming less of a prudish “Twilight”, and more of a clueless “Fluttershy” by the moment. He considered it very promising.

"So what's next?" she asked. Obviously, Headlights-Sparkle was eager to push on.

Klein gently set the camera down and approached Twilight, felt-tip marker in hand. The shot poetically framed the aggressive, forceful male beast and chubby, vulnerable female victim. He removed the pen's cap with his teeth and spat it out, then closed in on her.

"Yes, what's next indeed... Stay still, cutie, I'm going to provide a little visual aid for the video," the reassuring male voice cooed softly in Twilight's ear as he drew that pen closer and closer to the eventual focal point of all male and female interactions: big fat titties. Body-graffiti would help communicate the important points about how to handle a girl quite exactly: making sure defenseless women and their handlers alike were aware of the focal points in this study. He was just about to bring the tip down, in fact, when Twilight suddenly straightened up, delightfully burying Klein's nose in her cleavage in the process.

"Mm." He liked that. He'd never been so close to her lavender-scented breasts before, and found them intimately charming, taking a deep inhale of the lightly sweat-slick curvature.

"Oh! Do you hear that?" she asked suddenly, eyes darting towards where her phone lay on the ground. Then, immediately, she realized where he'd ended up and scolded him, withdrawing her teats before he could start licking. "Klein! Not right now! My boyfriend is..."

Klein frowned as Twilight retrieved her endangered chastity. But still... maybe he could use this to his advantage? He crossed the room, plucked her bothersome phone, and began skimming through the messages. One after another they came, an endless string of that particular brand of needy cuckold worrying that came with the unfortunate mixture of an unimpressive male specimen and a girlfriend on a long leash. They started out with gentle reminders she was supposed to be back by now and progressed to concerned begging for any kind of update at all. He clucked his tongue and passed the phone to Twilight.

"Make sure to focus on him and not me," he whispered in her ear, before getting back to the important work, turning her body into a fun little cartoon sketchpad.

"Oh, you got it," the top-heavy girl sarcastically yawned back at Klein, flipping the smartphone into her hands. She watched him just for a brief moment without processing, eyes taking in the sight of him circling her with the marker but not really acknowledging what it surely meant. With a somewhat aggravated sigh that painted her relationship quite plainly, Twilight began texting back.

Her lithe fingers ran deftly over the keys, tapping out bothered responses where she made no attempt to hide her annoyance. It certainly accomplished its goal: a tentative press of the marker to a discreet spot near her shoulder warranted no real response. The canvas was primed and ready.

"I'm with Klein," she mumbled to herself as she typed, "I told you I'd be filming." She was so absorbed in her response to her fretting, simpering boyfriend that she didn't pay much attention as the nearby bull circled again, trying to pick the best spot. "Well, I said I'd probably need help! What? No of course it couldn't be you, I need someone with experience putting women on camera! Don't worry, Klein has me totally under control."

Klein moved in, preparing to draw more, only for Twilight to abruptly raise her finger to pause his artistic endeavours. He wondered if his playtime had come to an end... until he realized Twilight was just trying to concentrate on what Facet was saying. The second it was over, she dropped her finger and gestured for Klein to continue. "Yes, Facet, I understand, but I have him well in hand. Trust me, I know how to handle him! Yes! I just said that! No!"

Twilight let out a frustrated groan, rolling her eyes as she typed another hasty response, and all the quiet beeps and buzzes made it clear that her downplayed boyfriend was no more assured than before. So distracted was she that when Klein leaned in to draw on her breast, Twilight assisted without even looking by reaching down and pulling her blouse forward to bare a bit more skin. Her rosy areolae came into better view, soft and delicate, and though her modesty was still just barely protected, she didn't seem to have the slightest acknowledgment of her own action. A very unconscious "here, I got that for you" moment.

"Facet," she mumbled to herself, still typing away. "Facet - No... ughhhhh..."

She glanced up at Klein, poised precariously with the pen tip less than an inch from her breasts, frozen at being suddenly spotted. For a second she looked as though she might suddenly snap to reality and call him out, but instead, she shook his head. "I'm calling him," she explained in a tone that was downright apologetic. "I just can't handle the constant texting and he's getting kind of desperate."

Klein sympathetically rolled his eyes as he drew a large, veiny cock on her cheek, the head just about to pump between those scowling, contemptuous lips. Boy did she look mad, but not at him! Twilight was so bothered by her boyfriend, she genuinely hadn't even noticed Klein's artwork: Facet had unconsciously become his worst enemy's wingman in perversion.

Klein leaned back to admire his handiwork. The contrast of her scoffing and indignantly calling up her boyfriend, irritably crossing and uncrossing her thick thighs, while looking like that had his dick stiff as a board. Klein hadn't been this turned on since... well, a few hours ago! The magic wand between his legs had done its trickery all over again, bringing yet more perverted, childish male fantasies into reality.

"Facet, listen. I can take care of myself."

A flow of sticky semen dribbling down onto her scornful, lashing tongue. Were it real and not a cutesy cartoon, she wouldn't have been able to speak with the sheer volume of gunk flowing into her mouth.

"No, he didn't rape me. Klein is harmless, not a match for the squeeze of the Pink Circle at all!"

A pair of big black rings around her areola, large enough that they poked out from under her shirt even when her titties were mostly covered up. Klein had certainly spent a good amount of time on those!

"It was, um, just a clash of ideals. I used my seductive, charming feminine tongue to lash him into submission, that's all... I mean, haha, I shouldn't need to tell you of all people I'd never let a stupid, conniving, cowardly man get the upper hand on me."

Another hard dick on one inner breast, and a cartoon of a drooling pair of thick lips on the other side, with the inscription "BEST" and "FRIENDS" in cursive over the top of it. When her breasts jiggled, cock and lips slapped together rhythmically, meeting in the middle of the valley of her deep cleavage.

"Just wipe my lips before I kiss you next?" Facet, if you want to get dumped, you’re going about it the right way! Klein is being professional about this. Why can't you do the same?"

Last but not least, a cute drawing of ovaries across the exposed pudgy expanse of Twilight's belly, with a cute little diagram of a sperm winding its way inside of a defenseless female egg. Love-hearts surrounded the pair as they wrapped together, sealing said imaginary egg's fate in a lifetime of female servitude.

"Ugh, I can't even with all this mansplaining you are doing right now. For the last time, it's an anti-rape video, so I'll be staying fully clothed! The video is about teaching girls to stare down raging hard-ons like the ones real men have. Klein is just showing me how to get on top of a man who won't take "no" for an answer..."

His work complete, Klein scooped up the camera and casually got back to filming: "And here we have another reason not to get raped," he intoned as he circled the moaning and complaining female, locked in an angry conversation with the cuckold-to-be on the other end of her phone. "After your repeated violations, men can leave all kinds of embarrassing body-writing on your curves. And the plumper you are, the more room they have to write! Twilight here is the perfect picture of a considerably-accessible canvas."

Twilight glared angrily into her phone, holding it at arm's length, speaking loud enough for Klein to overhear completely. "Well, maybe if you're so certain I'm going to suck him off again, I should just go ahead do it! Hmm? Is that what you want, Facet? I'll do it! You don't think I will?”

"I'm going to do it right now," she threatened, talking about Klein as if he wasn't even in the room. She made threats she probably wouldn't follow up on, but in a tone that spoke of dead seriousness.

"You hear that, Facet?" she taunted, in the same oblivious tone that ignored the very bully she talked about. She smacked her wet, glossy, lipstick-coated lips together loudly, letting the speaker pick up the lewd noise. She'd overapplied so heavily the lipstick was actually runny. "Hear that?" she asked again.

Twi smacked her lips wetly, and Klein watched in almost stunned silence as she lolled her tongue out, exaggeratedly leaving her mouth wide in an open, inviting "O.” She extended her tongue, waggling and beckoning.

"I'm going to do it," the busty bookworm threatened... promised? She ran her tongue in a slick circle around her own glossy pink circle, waiting and wet. Klein wanted to thrust right in. "I'll do it! I'm gonna do it, because you obviously think I'm going to!"

Twilight rolled her tongue out once more, announcing her own opened mouth with an audible moan, like someone going for a tonsil exam. Very much like that, in fact. She held the phone close to her open, waiting mouth and let her pathetic boyfriend hear it. "Ahhhhhh...!"

It was the worst possible time for Facet to even think of calling her bluff.

What he said next came through on speakerphone: "Don't be stupid, Twilight."

"Excuse me?" Had... Had she actually heard him right? The President of the Pinkest, Tightest Circle around arched an eyebrow, recoiling in actual shock from her phone. If Facet had been able to see her expression of morbid disbelief, he might have instantly rushed to stuff those oh-so-incendiary words right back down his cock-socket.

But any method of communication that isn't face-to-face is going to lose some meaning and inflection along the way... and so he blithely plowed on ahead with no understanding of the situation.

"I said don't be stupid. That's enough joking around, Twilight."

Her cheeks coloured, but she ignored her obvious embarrassment and dug even further: "Who's joking, sweetie?"

"That's enough, Twilight! I want you out of there now, alright? Teasing is one thing, but we both know you'd never really cheat on me."

"Mm? And why is that?" she instantly shot back, glaring so hard at her phone it looked like it might explode. "Why are you so very, very sure?"

Facet sighed a long, exaggerated, and just generally drawn-out whine. It was a sound belonging more at home on a pantomime stage than issuing from the lips of a boy who hoped to get his dick wet later. "Do I really need to say it?"

Twilight narrowed her eyes. "Humour me. Why don't you pretend I'm just some dumb little bimbo for a moment, hmm~?"

Klein whistled in the background, and she immediately waved her hand at him to shush him.

Another sigh. Another sizable increase in the distance between Facet and ever, ever getting laid.

"Well, to put it simply, you're not that kind of girl."

Twilight rushed to fill in the empty air. "How dare - " she began.

But for the first time ever, Facet cut her off. With his anger at an all-time high, he rushed headlong into destroying everything he'd built up with her over the last few months. The small, unimpressive, shrivelled penis that had been sneakily inching closer to the holiest of holies over long, long months was instantly trodden under by the heel of not being able to keep his stupid mouth shut in a crisis situation:

"You don't... You don’t have the balls to cheat on me, Twilight! You don’t have the balls!”

An uncomfortable, angry silence followed. What else could, after an accusation like that?

Twilight scoffed, a harsh and bitter laughter that sounded utterly fake... the kind of laugh someone rapidly getting very ticked-off puts on. "Oh... Oh. Ho. Ho. Ho. Is that so, Facet?"

She turned and looked over to Klein, rolling her eyes at him. "Well, you seem awfully confident about that... But you know, that's quite a presumptuous comment by a guy who, oh, you know, never even had a girlfriend before me...?"

Twilight studied her fingernails dismissively, wondering how she'd ever found this man attractive for even a moment.

She continued to turn her sharpest fangs on the disembodied voice of her boyfriend. In fact, Twilight showed Klein a rather bitchy, condescending side he never even knew she had until now; one he rather enjoyed knowing it was directed at someone else. Knowing that her boyfriend was on the receiving end of all this while Twilight wormed around in his hands just made the adultery-inducing pervert get a little longer, thicker and meaner in his overly-tight pants.

"Facet, you know part of being a feminist is about finding the right person for the right job... Contrary to claims by our critics, feminists only ask that every person, regardless of gender, be given a fair chance to demonstrate their skills. Mm? Sound familiar?”

He grunted. “... Sure.” Whenever he’d had an outburst like that in the past, Twilight had laughed it off as the foolishness of a child, or dismissively told him to quiet down and let her do the thinking. Something about the calm and methodical tone she took now felt very disquieting, and he felt compelled to listen to her lecture like a petulant child.

“So if you think you’re qualified to lecture a woman about her heart just because you’re a man, aha, well... Why don’t you leave that sort of examination to the experts? Actually, we have two non-virgins right here in this very room, and extensive polling of both of them indicates I’m quite capable of taking an extended ‘poling’ behind your back. Klein, do you agree?”

Facet had to listen to Klein’s laughter, and a cheerful, “Absolutely.” His stomach knotted.

Twilight turned her attention back to the phone. “So please, the next time you decide to lecture me on what sort of woman I am... Remember this little focus group’s findings, mm?”

She paused, only to take off on another tear almost right away. “... And by the way, about your “balls” comment, which I found extremely distasteful...”

“‘Balls’ are a social construct, Facet, and a rather foolish one at that. I assure you I possess more than the necessary chutzpah and motivation to see this plan, or any other, through.”

That felt good. Time on her high school debate club had left Twilight with a sharp tongue, one she didn’t get to use nearly enough. The taste of victory gave her a warm feeling of elation.

“And more to the point... As we’ve already firmly established, sure, you’re right... I might not have a troublemaking little penis like you do, but I do have something else.”

She blushed, reminding Klein how much unfamiliar territory she was treading in right now: “... That’s right. I have something much more useful to me.”

She gulped. Actually, she almost lost her voice altogether. “I have a... a pussy! And I assure you, my pussy is more than capable as getting me as many... as many... cocks as I could possibly want.”

She licked her lips, giving him a vivid impression of how thick and juicy the nerd-girl’s saliva must be flowing at that moment: “Maybe I’ll go use it to get a big, juicy, fat one... right now!”

“Twilight, I...”

Twilight cleared her throat. "Klein? Klein, dear?”

“Mm?” asked an amused Klein.

“Please. Please show me your enormous dick.”

Facet gagged. Twilight... continued her instruction.

“Show me the dick I know dwarfs my boyfriend's petite, puny, useless little prick.”

She turned her mouth towards her phone, speaking clearly and carefully enunciating every word. “I want to finger myself while I stare desperately at it... I’m begging you, let me get as close as possible to the thick, throbbing cock of a bull.”

For possibly the first time ever, Klein was left speechless. He couldn’t believe his ears. Facet, definitely couldn’t. Even in their wildest dreams, neither boy had ever imagined Twilight talking this filthy.

“Oh... Oh yeah?” he finally deadpanned back.

“Yes! That would be so perfect! Because then I could run my desperate, wet, cheating tongue up and down my bull's thick shaft, ah, planting my faithless lips around his swollen cockhead... sucking hungrily, shamelessly, until my pumping mouth makes wet slurping sounds all around your... worship... deserving... cock!”

Klein, obviously, came a little in his pants. So did Facet, just as much of a slave to his hormones.

Masterstroke complete, Twilight disconnected the call before Facet could even get a word in edgewise. She immediately slumped, all energy drained out of her by the exhausting conversation.

“Phew! Oh my God. I think he bought it,” she wheezed in relief. “I cannot believe I said all that crazy stuff...”

Twilight wrapped her arms around her middle. “Yeesh... I got very carried away.”

She sat up, rolling her shoulders back and puffing her chest out. “Ha! He’ll think twice before he dares mumble out any misogynistic slurs like that again! Bluff called! And how!”

“Yeah, you definitely knocked that one out of the park, Twi. I didn’t know you had it in you.”

“Thanks!” she laughed. The laughter kept going, turning into real belly-chuckles that shook her shoulders. Soon, she had doubled over, hugging herself, ripe melons filling her lap.

But when she raised her head again, wiping tears of humour from her eyes, she found Klein had a rather serious expression on his face.

“Mm? What is it, Klein? You’re not bothered I used you to get back at him like that, are you?”

God! She was as innocent and sweet as ever! He just wanted to eat her up when she said stuff like that!

Klein shrugged in an exaggerated fashion... although even a guy like him, the bottom line in selfish, self-interested assholes, struggled to put on airs like this situation was a pain for him. He'd just sat there listening to the pristine queen of this university's top dog feminist organization teasing her limpy-loser boyfriend about how she was gonna wrap up their relationship more than she'd even think about wrapping up Klein's big, bad bulldick... That she'd turn Facet off and switch Klein all the fuck the way on, sucking and fucking his bigger, thicker cock until seed dribbled down her pouty mouth and splattered all over her monumental rack.

So, yeah. He had a hard time pretending all that, and a hundred other implications besides, was a burden. But he wouldn't be Klein if he didn't at least try.

But about that time, it dawned on Klein that the implications of Twilight's actions hadn't sunk in for the brainiac babe just yet.

It made sense. Sure, Twilight Sparkle might have that incessantly demanding body, curves that endlessly called to men all around her for action, but the girl herself preferred books to bodies. Her only exposure to sex and genitalia in general - before Klein, anyway! - took the form of dry, clinical diagrams and studies in her Science Journals... not nearly as smelly and throbbing as what Klein so loved draping across her pouting face.

Talking to Facet like that was the first time she'd spoken to a man, or anyone for that manner, in such a lewd, sexually-explicit manner. It had started out as an attempt to get under his skin and rile him up, but Klein wondered if meeting Facet's dares had been exciting for the bespectacled nerd in a more biological sense.

He wasn't the only one left wondering; Twilight's heart still pounded in her chest, adrenaline and fear mixing to keep her in the mindset of a scared little mouse that had just evaded the talons of its predator. She exhilarated in just being alive, living in that moment of pure self-interested defiance!

An unbidden thought, surely not her own... surely some naughty pervert girl's that had gotten lost in her pure mind... rose up in the back of Twilight's mind. The second it made itself known, she wished it hadn't:

No wonder Klein has such an easy time getting once-virtuous girls to cheat on their... loved ones... It's

damn

exciting!

With all her might, Twilight forced the extremely traitorous and unwanted thought back down to the recesses of her mind. There was no time to be thinking something like when the university’s apex pussy predator stood leering right in front of her. A stray moment of realization like that was the perfect foothold for a trickster to slink in through the unlatched windows of her mind, buttering her up with a choice phrase or a tempting proposal. Klein likely already plotted some twisted logic or curious choice of words to further pervert this opportunity, making this the moment when Twilight most needed to prevent any such silliness. She needed to assure Klein this was all pretend, and nothing sordid would actually come of it.

Yes, perfect. She would get right on that. Eventually.

Just as soon as her body stopped tingling and her brain stopped sparking with electrifying thoughts.

Luckily for the President of Friendship, Klein seemed taken with the video camera again all of a sudden. One would think a drooling sex-pervert who seemed to live solely to get into girls pants would be easy to predict but somehow he continued to surprise her. Klein hoisted the video camera in his hands, pointing the little device straight at Twilight's face.

He saw her looking at him and he smiled that charming, boyish smile that made girl's hearts flutter. "Mm. Sorry. I just... had a sudden urge to capture your face. You know?"

"I... don't, actually. Did I say something odd?"

Klein looked at her over the top of the camera. He zoomed in a little bit, quietly relishing this moment. It was like the calm before the storm, when Twilight still hadn't realized the future she'd set herself on.

"Not really... Just surprised you rushed right into a bet you couldn't keep."

Twilight huffed, balling her fists by her sides. "Enough! Klein, I'd expect that sort of thing from Facet, but you should know I wasn't being serious! If you think I'm really going to sleep with you just to - "

"Actually, I'm more preoccupied wondering how we're going to get you out of this mess."

"Excuse me? Mess? The only mess here, Klein, is the one you probably made in your pants listening to me tease Facet."

"... But you did tell him you were going to cheat on him with me. That's a heck of a way to start your day."

Twilight looked bashful. She suddenly made a show of idly staring off into space, twirling a finger in her hair. "So... So what! It's no big deal. All I did was exaggerate the truth a little bit..."

Her smile faltered a little as she processed the conversation she'd just had with Facet back through her mind. Klein practically heard the tape rewinding followed by the disparaging click of the play button.

"Ugh," she finally said.

"Well, ah... Whatever! I'll just tell Facet I changed my mind. I don't require any further input from you on the subject, I have it well in hand!"

"What was it he said...?" mused Klein aloud. "I remember it perfectly, since you were nice enough to put him on speaker-phone and all!"

"Klein, shut up."

"I think it was..."

"Stop. Talking."

"’You don't have the balls?’ Mm?"

Twilight responded like she'd taken a blow to the chest. She sank backwards, ending up seated on the teacher's podium, snapping her thighs together to avoid adding an embarrassing upskirt to this already dreadfully unfolding scenario.

"Ghh..."

"Sounds pretty clear who's going to be wearing the pants in this relationship once he realizes what a phony you are, babe. I'm sure it's fine, though... Everything will be fine."

Twilight continued clutching her fist to her chest, staring down at the floor. When she looked up at Klein again, a single tear beaded in the corner of her eye. "Ugh. Klein... Come on..."

He tilted the camera upwards, finally getting the look of anguish he'd been waiting for. Fuck. She looked so fucking conflicted and sexy, and just... nnnm... She looked like such a girl right then.

He almost forgot to reply. "Eheh. Seriously, don't cry."

"Klein..." she mumbled.

And on that note, it was Twilight's turn to surprise him. She got her high heels underneath her and slowly rose from the desk, stumbling forwards. She threw herself against him so suddenly she knocked the camera aside, pounding both fists on his chest. Her soft, supple body felt nice and warm against his, her big and squishy breasts fully pressed against his chest, her wide hips waggling down around his.

She looked up at him with that stomach-lurching expression of pure discomfort still on her face. "Klein... What am I gonna do?"

"Ah..."

"I can't cheat on my boyfriend... but... if I don't come up with something, then he’ll have been right about me..."

"Got it in one, Twi. You screwed yourself good."

She said words he couldn't remember the last time he'd heard, because no girl in her right mind would ever utter them to him: "Klein... Help me..."

Don't get a boner. Don't get a boner. Don't get a boner. Don't get a boner.

Klein got a boner.

Thankfully, Twilight didn't seem to notice.

Wondering if he could get away with it, Klein put an arm around the small of Twilight's back. When she didn't pull away, he gave her a little reassuring squeeze for good measure. God, she had that perfect hourglass shape most guys could only dream of getting their hands on, and he did. He knew she was just too shattered at the moment to really register it, but he wasn't about to turn down a free grope.

He reeled her in with that commanding grip, sandwiching his whole front in the three-way assault of Twilight’s plush, plump belly and a pair of hooters begging to be honked. She oofed sweetly, but continued to look up at him with that plaintive expression.

"It's okay, babe. I’ve got a plan so crazy it just might work."

“Alright. I’ll do whatever it takes,” complied the crazed sex-hormones rapidly overpowering Twilight’s brain.

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Twilight Sparkle, president of the Pink Circle, nervously paced her way up and down the length of the suddenly suffocating classroom space. She was more interested in calming herself down than Klein, hardly even considering just how much eye candy she was providing him with her burst blouse and ample wobbling as she went. At least she’d cleaned off that childish graffiti.

Twilight felt dizzy and distracted, still reeling from her phone conversation with her boyfriend Facet. How had she let things get so heated?

Well, it was true she was still getting used to actually dating a boy. Facet held the title of Twilight’s first boyfriend ever, the ex-lesbian only entering into a relationship with him after certain ‘events’ had piqued a latent curiosity about men.

She’d probably have called it a scientific response to the unknown, and wanting to understand the strange ways Klein made her feel.

Regardless, Twilight knew she’d lost her temper. Her boyfriend was at least partially to blame for that... goading her by telling her that a girl like her just wasn't capable of cheating on him, that she’d chicken out.

Why would her boyfriend even say something that stupid in the first place? Did he want her to get up to something with Klein, even let that barbaric invader mess her up a little? It was just so frustrating. It left her wanting to give Facet a good scare, something to shut him up.

That idea of payback left Twilight in her current predicament. She could back down from cheating like she knew she should, and forever prove Facet right in thinking she was a wimp... Or she could break their lover's bond, and do the thing he must be imagining she was furiously and enthusiastically doing right now... and with Klein of all people!

Even just thinking it felt ridiculous. The only way she'd ever let that misogynistic butt-face have a shot between her thighs was if somehow her brains spontaneously fell out of her head.

After all, Twilight was a highly rational woman! And as a highly rational woman, Twilight knew better than anyone that interactions between men and women could be dictated by so much more than just the hot piece of flesh swinging between a man's legs... There were real discoveries to be made between the genders, and opportunities for couples to form bonds of mutual respect... bonds that could turn something as simple as a nod or a smile into novellas of unspoken feelings written straight from the heart. Wasn't that sort of connection so much more rewarding than just two thrashing, naked, sweaty bodies writhing together on a bed, splattering each other with stinky, sticky fluids?

... Y - Yes it was! Of course it was, how could anyone else ever think anything different?

And yes, of course she was just as capable of dropping to her knees and slobbering all over a male's big, thick hard one... like some starving she-bitch... as any other woman, but if she did choose to do that, it would also be an extension of that bond of love! She didn't have to abandon her sense to do that, right?

And that love in her heart did not extend to Klein, whether his giant bull-dick factored into the equation or not. Just because it probably felt amazing, didn't mean she'd bend at the hips and shake her butt for him until he pushed inside... only a totally stupid, outrageously braindead bimbo would ever consider lowering herself to actually pleasuring Klein's ginormous, throbbing, meaty tallywhacker.

... Still. Twilight needed to do something.

Pleasure Klein, by giving her worst enemy unrestricted access to her curves, letting him fuck her over and over to his heart's desire while also recording the footage and sending it all to her boyfriend... Or pleasure Facet, by admitting her mistake? Decisions, decisions...

She looked over at Klein, chewing her fat, purple-painted bottom lip nervously. She swept some imaginary dust off her skirt.

Maybe there was another way?

“Alright. So. Ahem,” she began.

“What I’m thinking is... I’m not actually going to cheat on Facet with you.”

He went to speak, but Twilight waved a hand dismissively and carried on almost immediately. “Oh, I’m suuuure you think I have no choice, and that you’ve set this all up perfectly like some little Machiavellian mastermind... but there’s one thing you didn’t account for, buster!”

Flourishing grandly, the bookworm laid a hand across her bust. “For I am a woman of the modern era, resourceful, independent and always in control! I simply will not just... faceplant into your crotch like all those other girls did!”

Twilight exhaled, swallowed and gathered herself together again. “But.”

What a but! What a cliffhanger! Klein could see how Twilight had come so far as a public speaker... She sure as heck had him on the edge of his seat waiting to hear how she planned to come out of all this with her much-beloved dignity intact.

“But... I will get your help making some insurance for me.”

Twilight’s eyes flickered down to crotch height. Her lips thinned slightly at the sight of Klein’s sizable python making an uncomfortable-looking bulge in his pants, raising the brute’s crotch considerably as it jutted up and to the side to point almost directly at her chest. She shielded her breasts with a hand almost instinctively, scoffing at the raw sight of it... and just maybe wondering if it was painful keeping it all cooped up in there. It must feel like that time she bought the largest size bra her local conventional lingerie store had on offer, only to find her breasts distressingly seized by cups too tight, or by straps biting into her soft, wobbling flesh until welts persisted for days afterwards. Dreadful! Custom-order bras only after that!

Well, just because Twilight understood Klein’s pain of possessing sexual assets far too large for polite society, that didn’t mean she had to sympathize with him. In fact, she even felt a little good about it! She watched quietly, letting him strain against his denim prison for a little bit.

Wasn’t this sort of thing part of a woman’s natural arsenal? Teasing a guy to full erection, and then extorting him when he was at his most needy? Normally such crass tactics would be beneath the captain of the debate team, a woman who could argue any rival to a standstill on any topic, but Klein had been employing these sorts of underhanded tactics against her for some time now... Turnabout was fair play after all! He’d had his fun, now she could have hers, and feel empowered while doing it.

And besides, he was hardly one to listen to reason anyway. So a sexy bounce here or there to torture him might be just the thing to give Twilight the overwhelming advantage over her ogling audience.

It was a balancing act every flirting woman undertook, and as long as she stayed on top and in-control, he’d bend over backwards to make her happy.

So she bounced.

And he throbbed. Probably in pain. She wasn’t sure.

“Judging by the look of that thing, you’ll be more than happy to help,” she murmured, frankly and calmly discussing Klein’s penis. She supposed their “relationship” had reached even this point.

Klein winced, watching her newly-formed cleavage window widen as she continued to tease. “Yeah... Alright. What did you have in mind, Twi?”

“It’s simple. Facet has an overactive imagination. We’ll just come up with a few little teasers to drive him wild. ...Something damning... but not so completely explicit he won't be left biting his nails.”

“Geez, Twilight... I hope you never get into this stuff for real. You’re scary.”

“If by scary, you mean ‘methodical,’ then yes, I suppose I am. All the more reason for you to not try to turn this into an opportunity to mess with me, Klein.”

“Sure thing, boss. So you want something that’s just vivid enough to make his heart sink, but will still leave him bending over backwards trying to justify the idea that maybe he's just interpreting it wrong?”

“Mm, looks like the pervert’s a fast learner! Now if only you’d put that aptitude into your studies instead of terrorizing young ladies.”

“I’ll think about it.”

Twilight glanced over at all the documents and props she’d put together for the Anti-Rape PSA just earlier today. She’d had such high hopes for that video; now she swept that altruistic goal aside... and for what? The selfish end of giving her bratty boyfriend a good scare? She felt embarrassed just thinking about it.

Well, this stupid thing with Klein would only take an hour or so, and then she’d get right back to the important stuff.

But for the moment...

“This stuff gives me an idea. Earlier you were trying to pervert my script, right?”

“Ah, no, um... You must have me confused with some other dashing film student, Twilight!”

“We really don’t have time for this kind of modesty, Klein. You wanted me to do sick, perverted shit for your own amusement.”

Twilight grinned, puffing her chest up, balling her fists. Despite everything, she seemed to be enjoying herself. “I’m gonna let you do all that and more.”

Klein nodded. “Ohhh, yeah, I get it!”

God, Twilight, you’re seriously something else, he thought.

As was starting to become customary for the boyfriends of girls Klein took an interest in, Facet soon found a video file in his e-mail inbox. But where other boyfriends like Paul most commonly received grainy, low-quality sex tapes quickly taken on Klein’s phone, this was the real deal... professionally shot on a high-quality Audiovisual Club camera, and even edited! Truly, he should have felt blessed.

The scene began with a flushed-looking Twilight standing in the middle of the frame, speaking to the camera directly. “Hello viewers, girls and boys around campus. So far in the video we’ve discussed methods of protecting yourself from unwanted advances... but there’s one important area we’ve barely touched on at all. Namely, how to identify a rapist on the prowl.”

Facet relaxed a little bit. What a relief. It looked like that whole silliness with Klein had blown over and now the two were back hard at work again getting the PSA finished and out the door.

Still, wasn’t that a strange topic for the video? Maybe Klein had suggested this bit?

Facet mulled this over as he took a sip of his favourite drink, Dr. Pepper mixed with bourbon.

But he almost immediately spat it out as he heard what Twilight had to say next: “The best way to find these dangerous individuals is with your body! In other words....”

She beamed brightly for the camera. “... Sex appeal is your number one weapon here, ladies!”

Twilight raised her hands to her breasts, putting the stupefying centre of her charm front and centre for the camera. She cupped, squeezed and raised... a real tour de force display. Facet unconsciously moved closer to the screen, drawn in by the pillowy softness on the other side.

But this raunchy-acting Twilight was only 2D, something he remembered when he bumped his forehead against the glass. She’d be flat if viewed from the side, unlike the genuine article.

But while he had to settle for the imitation, the real, physically-accessible thing was doing all these lurid activities in a room with Klein! Facet’s stomach churned, but he sure as heck didn’t push the pause button, get up, and walk away from the computer. He just sat fixated at his screen, continuing to stare like a total dummy.

Sorry, Facet’s masculinity, you lose this round!

“Guh...” he whined.

“As you can see, I have a bit of an unfair advantage over most girls when it comes to drawing perverts out... But you can use any method at your disposal. Short skirts, thigh boots, crop tops... all welcome methods for casting your pervert-seeking net! Don’t ever let your fashion choices be decided for you, girls!”

Twilight minced up to the camera and picked it up, turning it over to the pervert of the day... none other than Klein, of course. He sat on one of the classroom’s desks, meaning with her fancy high heels on he had quite a ways to look up at Twilight.

“Hello, Mister Pervert,” teased Twilight.

“Hey there,” Klein returned.

“Do you want to see my body? Do you want me undressed?” Twilight asked in a soft, sweet voice.

“... Absolutely,” he said back.

Twilight grinned knowingly towards the camera. “It’s that easy, girls.”

From there, Twilight and Klein only had one way they could go, and that was spiraling deeper and deeper down the long descent into porno lunacy. Every bit the closeted nerd, Twilight had only ever been able to dream of two boys fighting over her like this, and the situation got to her head a little bit... it was like being drunk, and she only got drunker every time she looked at Klein.

Or when she glanced down at her phone! The device held a direct conduit for her revenge, a revenge that just seemed and felt so appealing in her current giddy state. Sure, at the rate she was going she'd probably thoroughly regret this all later, but... she'd been dating Facet for months now. Months! And in all of this, this was the first time she'd ever been truly excited by him, by what he represented and by those nasty, challenging words he'd spat at her.

Putting Facet in his place was thrilling. Using her dangerously sexy bully as the means to do it... even moreso.

Dating Facet had been a mistake. She knew that now, or maybe she'd always known? After being used and abused by that big-dicked douchebag Klein, she'd developed a frighteningly strong interest in boys and forceful scenarios... she'd just about masturbated herself silly to the fiercest materials she could find. Tasteful pin-ups of sweet, attractive girls had gone the way of the dodo, replaced by heated, trashy hentai films, where women were thrown around like dolls... where Twilight constantly lingered on the edge of her seat, feeling certain they'd be broken by those almost feral-acting men.

She'd turned a little feral too, hadn't she? Abuse and violence made her pussy drip. Rape made her gush. She knew it was Klein's fault for just doing whatever the heck he wanted with her... he had to realize the long-term repercussions of trashing the faces of angels with buckets of semen was those angels couldn't be satisfied with anything else afterwards. Fucking asshole. Fucking asshole. He'd raped her, and then dumped her when she needed more rape the most!

Twilight knew now even the smartest girls couldn't rise above their basic, hormonal urges... At most they could watch their own bodies moving as if controlled by someone else, drawn ever closer to the biggest, fattest cocks with the thickest and hottest sperm.

She was the world’s smartest whore. An intellectual bimbo.

... Still not smart enough to get Klein to use protection, though.

At the rate Twilight whipped her way through perversion, she might just regret it later. But right now she could only think of rightfully paying Facet back. Not just for talking to her with a total lack of respect, but also for being such a boring little drip of a boyfriend.

Which was how recording a lapdance came up, she supposed.

... Which was why, when Facet's email lit up again, he received a video thumbnail of Twilight's fat fucking nerd-girl booty, plumpness and all, centre frame of the shot. The little 'loading wheel' imposed over the still image - preparing the video to play - had surely never moved so slowly, or been stared at so intently. He needed to see the object of his obsession cheating on him now, and badly. Poor little guy couldn't wait another second.

Finally, blessed motion. Look at her go, gyrating for a man other than him, pushing past every boundary she'd ever set for their relationship in a flash. Twilight's ample hips, for they were surely hers and no-one else's, moved and swayed in time to a distant tinny beat of some utterly inconsequential music. In his deranged fugue-like state of utter slack-jawed mindlessness, Facet was only vaguely aware of the music in some distant sense, like when Twilight heaved her wide hips in time with the beat, or he picked out a simple word that appealed to his most base senses... like "kiss", "hips", "girl"... His brain was leaking out of his ears while he sat there watching her sway.

Twilight's butt certainly wasn't small, either. Faaar from it. Between burning the midnight oil keeping her grades up and managing the books for her girl's club, the Sparkle-butt spent much of its time firmly planted in cushioned chairs designed for maximum comfort, allowing her rear to get bigger and bigger and bigger... even before one factored in a rather sweets-filled diet.

To that end, the pasty, gothic nerd with the bright eyes and chubby cheeks had a figure that elicited strong primal desires in a certain kind of man, with charm points ranging from big, heavenly tits to a soft and padded belly that swelled larger with cakes and choux cremes every year...

But no, the real star was tucked away under that cream skirt she wore, as if she could possibly ever hide it. There was a limit to how much of her soft, squishy flesh Twilight could squeeze into clothes while remaining fashionable, and she'd passed it some time ago. Now, if she wanted to keep wearing her adorkable Gothic Lolita styles, she had no choice but to let a little fat spill out here and there.

This meant that world-class ass bulging tremendously from Twilight's lower body got to make itself known, to Facet, for the first time, right now and to Klein, biblically, in the very near future. Her lower back just... ended... turning into the plumpest donk this side of local livestock. Masses of fat fucking booty curved out near-horizontally... if she walked past, you would stare.

It made a mockery of her skirt, of course! On top, Oodles of ass-cleavage spilled over Twilight’s waistband, her meaty butt forming a stylized "T" shape to rival her front-cleavage. On bottom, it looked like she wore a crinoline... when actually it was just natural, home-grown Feminist flesh.

Yeah... You could practically hear the mooing.

Twilight swung her butt in lazy waves, obviously taking a very relaxed stance to the idea of a lapdance. Going any faster would probably have puffed her out. So instead, she settled for continuously rolling her jiggling hips in slow, lazy waves, first one way, then the other.... back and forth, back and forth... Keeping all cocks very, very hard. She turned around, whipping her skirt up around her thighs and flashing the twofer in doing so: those black thigh-highs pinching her soft and squishy legs, and the lacy black panties drawn up between the brainiac’s fat thighs and huge buttcheeks until her curves reduced it to the size of a thong.

"Now girls... Once you've ascertained your man isn’t a rapist... sometimes it's okay to reward him a little bit."

She turned away from the camera again, putting her butt inches away from the camera. First she raised a high heel and planted it on a nearby chair, running her hands up and down her leg... then she just bent over in front of the camera, like a sow waiting to be mounted. There were no limits in this space being shown to Facet, only the perversity possible between his girlfriend and another man.

She bit her lip, giggling nervously. "And... Obviously, umm... The more masculine he is, the harder it to resist the urge to pin down cuties and go to town on them... So feel free to reward some guys more than others. My boyfriend Facet, ah, he might get a kiss on the cheek at most, but..."

"A guy like this hunk on the other hand deserves considerably more..."

Facet gulped. For the first time, he noticed bare male legs on either side of Twilight, short black hairs and all. While Klein's jeans were obviously entirely off, the carefully-selected camera angle made it impossible to tell if he was naked from the waist down. Surely he still had his boxer shorts on, right? Twilight wouldn't allow things to progress that far...!

But with no way of knowing, he simply had to watch as Twilight lifted her buck's legs, holding him up by his ankles, turning her body around and planting her butt in his lap and grinding back and forth, rubbing along his tummy in hypnotic waves... teasing... tantalizing... titillating... Just enough of her face dipped into the frame to show her lips, and Facet's heart dropped like a stone immediately. She was smiling. Not just smiling, but biting her lip with a giddy glee as she rocked her hips in Klein's lap, keeping the hotdog right under her big buns nice and warm.

Klein's hands reached up and around, fingers possessively sinking into Twilight's waist, fingers literally sinking and disappearing into her supremely soft body and pulling her down. All while she just giggled, seemingly clueless.

Twilight’s sultry voice came out as a whisper as she went into the arms of her bully, now his as well. ""Fr - From each according to his ability... to each according to his needs..." - Karl... Nnhhh... Marx."

The video ended. Facet writhed as if actually in pain.

He already wanted to see the next one.

It had been almost two hours since Klein and Twilight had sequestered themselves away in the empty classroom to film. Two hours to film a PSA roughly six minutes in length... and they hadn't managed it. Actually, in sum total, the timestamps of Twilight's sweet little video amounted to about, oh... 90 seconds of usable footage or so.

Shocking. Shameful. Dreadfully unprofessional. All words that described this poor performance to a 'T'.

Worst of all, the cause was plain as day in front of her face. It seemed like for every few seconds of carefully-worded warnings and moralizations on the importance of preserving chastity there were minutes of pure, unadulterated pornographic material featuring Twilight Sparkle. Fap fodder for drooling horny dullards to relieve some pent-up pressure to, dreaming about the steamy slit between the Campus Guardian Angel's legs. Twilight dancing, Twilight teasing, Twilight bending over... It only inflamed lusts where it should be quelling them. And she'd become a complicit ally in all of it, feeding the fires of Klein's lust.

She slumped down onto a desk, sighing in relief. At least the worst was over now and she'd taught Facet a lesson. Surely, this much teasing should be more than enough to put him in his place, mm? Pat on the back, Twilight! You asserted yourself very nicely indeed! And best of all, she'd done it all without actually cheating on Facet... Twilight was no stranger to executing clever pranks on others to teach them valuable lessons in the names of both friendship and feminism. And while this had all teetered on the edge of impropriety, she had managed to avoid spilling over and out entirely. She could leave that for her attempts to fit all her curves into last summer's bikini!

But still... doubt gnawed at her. Would it be enough to convince Facet she was serious about not letting him mess with her?

Frustrated, frazzled, and trying not to show her distress, the bookish broad ran a hand through her disheveled hair and sighed deeply. Surely that would be enough evidence. Hell, it wasn’t like she needed to fake anything. She really had been out here cavorting with another man in a private room, giving him the kind of poses and looks her own boyfriend could only wish for. Sure, it wasn't cheating, not hardly! Not at all! But it was still completely inappropriate behavior.

Behavior which she'd never, ever have gotten involved in if that idiot wimp hadn't pushed her to do it! But when you threw around insults and challenges like that, what could you expect? She couldn't exactly back down!

What a mess.

Hanging her head for a moment's respite, Twilight finally gathered herself up a little to look between Klein and the camera, her eyes lingering over the bully with a pensive sort of anticipation. She wouldn't deny he knew how to push her buttons. Maybe that was what really rubbed off on her, more than anything. Now she was pushing Facet's buttons in turn. He'd asked for it, but she'd really gone above and beyond what she'd normally do. Being screwed from both sides, what could she do but screw back?

"Just so you know, I don't normally do anything like this." Ms. Sparkle started, trying to save face. "So don't expect you'll be making a habit of it. I'd say that film is only going to Facet, but I'm sure you've probably made a personal copy already, so whatever. I guess you've earned it, at this point."

Klein whistled under his breath. She knew him way too well at this point for him to try to deny any of it. She was right, after all, he had made a personal copy. He'd have been crazy not to: visions of Twilight's shaking hips and cavorting hips were like a cure for male impotence... and a supercharger for a guy who constantly splooged out thick loads of hot gooey cream non-stop like he did. It would be a whole new lease on his already disgustingly excessive virility.

"Mm... Yeah, I know. You're the upstanding President of the Pink Circle. Even if I did show anyone the footage, they might not believe it's you..."

What was that? She hadn't liked that twist in his words.

"See?" asked Klein, a sly note creeping into his voice and growing more pronounced all the time. "Look for yourself."

He hoisted the camera, set the video to its beginning point, and then set it firmly in her hands. When she pressed the PLAY button and watched it back, Twilight soon saw what Klein meant. While her face was visible here and there, the really explicit shots - in particular Twilight's fat ass making an absolute mess of Klein's lap - didn't show her face. It could have been any fat-breasted campus slut doing all those things, of which Klein surely had no shortage.

He'd tricked her. Worse, he'd wasted her time by introducing plausible deniability to the fray. God, was Facet already prepping a phone text along those lines? Would he? He might just be doing it... Calling her out... Claiming it was some other girl with similar proportions to Twi.

Klein shrugged, smiling, so obviously knowing exactly what he'd done. "Guess we didn't really put together any hard evidence... Oops."

"Ughhhhhh..."

With another long groan and a collapse against the wall, Twilight put her head in her hands. She should have seen this coming, really. But as mad as she wanted to be, as mad as she knew she was supposed to be... it did give her pause. After all, this unique situation could be the one time in her life when she'd actually be mad at a guy for taking footage of her that wasn't exposing enough. By preserving her modesty and avoiding anything that would give away her identity, Klein would normally be doing her a favor. It's just the rather particular strangeness of her current circumstances that left her wishing for more debauched screen time.

"While I appreciate the considerations your cinematography spared me, I am quite bothered by your mendacity!" Exasperated, she rolled her head to look at the perpetrator of this too-considerate film, her face a pouty blend of conflicted expressions. "I'm not sure this will convince Facet any more than he is already. He'd probably just argue this is another one of your little floozies on camera and we're pretending it's me. Hardly enough to rub his nose in."

Klein got that smile of his again. He set the camera down and moved in behind Twilight, laying a hand on her shoulder... and whispered into her ear: "I know what'll really get him... and you hardly have to do anything."

Twilight glanced over at Klein, chewing her thumb in frustration. She was dubious of his intent, but also in need of options.

"Just kneel down and let me do the rest."

Which was how, a few minutes later, Facet received another photo that made his heart feel ready to drop out of his chest and hit the floor. It was the proof the video footage had been lacking in. The definitive takeaway that his girl was going to take this all the way.

The photo showed Twilight, on her knees, face upturned as if in prayer to some beloved deity. The downwards angle, taken from the perspective of said deity, really flattered her breasts. It basically went straight down her top.

And the shadow. The masculine shadow standing over her, one hand clutching a video camera and the other holding the belt around their waist. It could only be one stud. It could only be Klein.

Of course, Twilight probably wouldn't have knelt so readily if she'd known exactly what Klein was planning... a little hearkening back to his photoshoot with Fluttershy that stretched credibility to the absolute maximum... something that gave a willfully ignorant boy juuuust enough wiggle room to maybe deny things one final time even as he got a naughty hard-on and couldn't quite understand why.

Except... Facet didn't respond the way they'd intended. Klein, and to a lesser degree Twilight, had both expected him to simply fidget at home, worming and squirming with nervousness in response to the photo... but he needed to see for himself. He hopped up from his desk, rushing to the door, intent on following Twilight to her makeshift studio. Intent on catching her in the act.

... Which was going to work out soooo much worse for him very soon.

Back in the classroom, Klein approached Twilight with the camera in hand. And wouldn't she know it, he was reaching for his zipper, tugging it down, baring his boxer shorts to her a little, and a flash a certainly plump, hot, hardening something...!!

"Now just one for more photo..." murmured Klein, even as he casually unzipped himself right there in front of her kneeling, upturned face.

THIS WASN'T PART OF THE PLAN!!!

"Klein!" Twilight nearly shouted, stiffening up in nervous, flush-faced discomfort as the bully approached with an all too literally cocky pose.

She recoiled, even scooting back across the floor with an awkward shuffling of her thighs. The motion inevitably left her backing off her skirt, which then lay crumpled and half-forgotten on the floor in front of her, far too distant to retrieve from her kneeling position. All she had left were her increasingly flimsy top and her too-revealing panties, all complimented by her long white socks that stretched up to her thighs. Her hesitation was palpable, and yet still he didn't relent, the arrogant bastard stepping closer and closer, walking right over her skirt in his hurry to shove his crotch in her face.

Even as his pants started to drop!

"Look!" she blurted out in a cartoonish tone of hasty recovery, pushing back at Klein's hips as if that would stop him. "I'm sure that last photo was plenty convincing enough on its own. I don't really believe Facet needs another! He's probably bawling his sorry little eyes out as we speak!"

The busty nerd couldn't help but notice that didn't seem to dissuade Klein's bulging, tenting, unfastening pants. Quite the contrary, the mental image of that limp-wristed loser sobbing while his girlfriend was off getting sweaty and naked only encouraged it, pumping new drive into that eager bully cock... hoping soon to drive pumping into her, in turn! Such enticing imagery being tossed about so carelessly strengthened that strong dick's resolve, encouraged it towards its prohibited yet deserved destination.

"I think it's quite enough!" Again she tried to cover up the situation, to placate Klein's advance, this time moving her palms in across his pants and attempting, in almost comedic fashion, to re-zip him after having come so freshly undone. She fumbled for him, brushing clumsily across the lurid, radiantly warm stiffness of that barely-restrained relationship-breaker. Even as her face reddened, she attempted to zip him back to something approaching the modesty she’d pretended to forfeit. "That... I appreciate your devotion to method acting, but your thing certainly doesn't need to come out for this photoshoot, thank you!"

Another second or two and Klein's breast-bullying python would have come out to play... but Twilight's trembling hands found their mark, one all but squeezing that turgid shaft back into his overstressed jeans, the other moving to tug his zipper up bit by bit. It wasn't the first time she'd felt his manly cock after all... she'd handled it extensively when he'd used and abused her mouth months ago, but it still took her by surprise with the size, weight, and the impossible heat pouring out of it... Men really were incredible with things like that, organs that existed solely to intimidate and placate women...

So she handled it, and she was stuffing him back into his pants... when all Hell suddenly broke loose.

They heard a banging at the window! Thump-thump-thump-thump! Twilight had lowered the blinds some time ago after all, to hide their filthy activities from the world outside. They continued to save her now, preventing whoever was outside from immediately seeing her kneeling in front of her bully in such a compromising position. But the door didn't have a lock. It would only take a few seconds for someone to run inside.

"Twilight! Are you in there?" cried Facet, a note of frustration clear in his voice.

Fuck! He'd found them. Her fault for always using the same room for her recording sessions every time... it was really coming back to bite her in her big butt now!

She went to reply, to admit defeat, but Klein wasn't ready to give in just yet. He grabbed everything: her skirt, the camera, her busty body, and lifted them all up, hustling them across the room. His goal... the supply closet.

Twilight's eyes shot wide open when she saw it. Yes! The supply closet! They could hide in there! It seemed a little backwards in her mind to want to hide from Facet when they were supposed to be caught in the act of cheating, but in his current mood he seemed far too unpredictable and wild. It made sense to her at the moment, and it must have made sense to Klein as well. It would be small and cramped, but more than capable of hiding the pair for the few necessary minutes it would take for Facet to get bored and wander off somewhere else. This had become so risky!

"Come on, go!" Twilight whispered, hushed and panicked. Perhaps not panicked... excited might be the better word. Heart pounding, face flushed, pussy plump and ready for bullies.

Author's Note

Next chapter might be the last one! Won't be sure until I've written it, though.

Twilight Sparkle 6
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The Pink Circle

Twilight Sparkle 6

A white-hot panic, of an intensity Twilight Sparkle had never felt before, gripped her heart as she scurried across the classroom, pulled by Klein to the safety of the cramped supply closet. The situation had lit a fire in her core, right beneath her heavy, pendulously swinging breasts.

Was it Facet's intrusion that caused her chest to pound with almost as much force as it bounced? Could it be that seeing him finally find some backbone had stirred her feelings, reignited her interest in him?

She had to confess, this was a side of him she hadn't seen recently... or maybe ever! He was so full of drive all of a sudden, so incensed! Maybe a little jealousy had been good for him! Maybe all their relationship really needed was enough of a strain to see if he really thought she was worth fighting for!

Or maybe it was this big-cocked jerk gripping her tight by the wrist and physically forcing her to follow, seeing how all her thoughts of Facet kept being interrupted by flashbacks to mere seconds ago when she felt Klein's steely-hard cock grinding against her palm.

Well, one or the other. As Klein flung the closet doors open and she tried to squeeze her titsy top in past him, she resolved she'd worry about which one later.

And if things had played out smoothly, maybe Twilight would have gotten to discover which of those two things it really was. Maybe Facet would have had had a fair shot at winning her back.

Maybe. Probably not. But maybe.

But around Klein, things never went as planned. It wasn't going to be as simple as just hiding in the closet together, man against woman, waiting for Facet to leave them alone so they could get back to their filthy games. There was a mishap. And worse still, Twilight never found out if Klein planned it that way, or if it was just a genuine accident.

Either way, with Klein already in the closet, Twilight had to wiggle around him to fit into the tiny, cramped space. It wasn't easy, and made even more difficult by him fumbling in the dark.

And, somehow, she tripped. Maybe it was the door-frame, maybe it was Klein's thrust-out leg, but either way, Twilight took a tumble. She dropped, thrown directly down into the ground. Klein might have taken the time to help her up, too, but he already saw the classroom's door knob turning as Facet prepared to burst in on them... So he slammed the closet door shut without a care at all for Twilight.

She was kneeling. Back down in the position she'd been in seconds ago. It was almost pitch-black in here, and worse still, so, so cramped. If they'd been standing, there would have barely been room for two people, with a wall pressing on Klein's back and a wall pressing on Twilight's back, and their chests sandwiched forcefully together in the middle. Even that would have been cramped. But down on her knees... the inevitable had happened. Pushed in by the restrictive confines, Twilight found her face pushed forwards into something familiar, something that had haunted her dreams. Something that made her head feel numb and her thoughts slow down. Klein's massive bulge, filling out his pants, rose into the limited space between his hips and her face. It sandwiched against her.

God, it was oppressive. His fat, musky balls alone could overpower her, let alone when mixed with the scent of his cock. Not once, in all her years as a feminist, could Twilight claim to have dealt with a more forceful male presence. And she had no way to breathe around it, either. Turning her head even a little made her bump against the wall, driving the wood down on her scalp painfully as she sucked in gasping, ragged breaths... and then she had to turn her head back to bury her face back in Klein's musky crotch.

But it got worse.

She'd been in the process of zipping his pants back up when they'd slipped inside, hadn't she? Specifically in the process... meaning she hadn’t actually finished zipping him up. Which meant his pants had come open again.

Now Klein’s cock loomed up at her out of the dark. Twilight only caught the briefest glimpse of it before she squeaked like a mouse and forced her eyes shut.

But it was too late. That brief glance had been all she needed to sear the sight of Klein's cock into her mind... and not even for the first time.

She could still see it. Even with her eyes closed, that penis rose from the murk, bowing ominously in her direction, sensing her discomfort. Laughing. Mocking. Possibly even winking. How dare he do this to her?

Obviously she couldn’t fight it, much as she’d like to. She’d love to grab it and throttle it until it spluttered its last all over her face and neck. That might bring her closure.

It was just so big and intimidating... but maybe the scariest thing of all was... she... she thought it would count as cheating on her boyfriend! Seeing Klein’s cock... not just looking at it by mistake, but openly, intentionally staring at it...! O-on purpose!

That was... definitely cheating! And if she did do that... even if she just looked a little! She couldn’t take it back!

Facet would be heartbroken if he knew what Twilight was doing right now. She imagined him watching her, right then, fingers crossed... believing in her, praying she didn’t look. He’d tell himself, “Of course she won’t look at that hunk’s fat cock! She’s loyal to me, isn’t she?”

If only he knew how naughty she was.

Looking was definitely cheating! She was sure he wouldn't think she could do that to him, to commit the actions of a cheating cuckoldress.

Klein’s big fat cock.

She made up her mind. She wouldn’t look.

He trusted her. So she wouldn’t look. Facet was lucky to have such a faithful girl.

Oops.

Oops, she was looking at it! Staring at Klein’s bulge!

It was a monster! A non-boyfriend cock! A thing that would go inside her sooner or later, that big thing.

It was so huge! And the shape, too... it was so powerfully shaped! Like a weapon! The way it came to a point... as if aiming in... right at its target!

An obscene spear ready to pierce virginities, slay sapphism, and destroy relationships.

Klein’s cock was made for sliding into other guy's girlfriends. A sneaky cock that got in when those poor schmucks weren’t looking. That was the best way to describe it.

She was so, so scared and nervous even thinking about it... Her heart raced.

And... she knew she shouldn't... but maybe, considering everything... maybe seeing Klein’s cock a little wasn’t really all that bad?

Yeah, maybe that would be just the thing to shut Facet up. And besides, with him right outside the door, bumbling around in the classroom out there, she felt like they were going to be stuck in here for some time.

And...

... And then there was the matter of Klein’s dick on her face. On her face. Crossing the length and breadth of those angelic, perfectly-formed contours, starting around her chin and throbbing lecherously upwards and upwards until it towered to the heavens... Her lips, lips made for kissing Facet, left saliva and lipstick coating Klein’s shaft. Her nose, made for taking in Facet’s sweet scent, now blasted its hot airs all over Klein’s member as she fumed and gasped... to say nothing of taking his rich dick-stink back into her poor little head after, suffusing into her aching, exhausted brain.

This was misogynistic oppression on a level even the President of the Pink Circle could never have dreamt of. Mansplaining, the wage gap, they all paled in comparison to what was taking place here, on Twilight’s face, in this crowded little locker.

She started hyperventilating.

That turgid, vascular male thing, prominent and obnoxious... Ever since she’d first sucked Klein’s cock - really worshipped it with her lips and soft tongue like only an embittered lesbian feminist really could - Twilight had seen his genitals in her mind, over and over again... and now here they were, in high-definition, close-up! Bravely, she’d tried masturbating to thoughts of anything else, hoping she could dull the ache she felt for him, but to no avail.

She reached for the door-handle, needing a breath of fresh air. Needing to be away from Klein before she did something she regretted. Before she did something her feral little animal womb regretted. And Klein might have stopped her, but he didn’t even need to. They both suddenly heard a bang and a crash from outside, as it sounded like Facet was tearing the room apart out there looking for them! Boy and girl, cock locked with lips, froze in panic as Facet scrabbled around outside, apparently shifting tables and chairs looking for any trace of their passing.

Well... With the way things were going in that tight little closet, he’d have plenty of traces to work with soon. Klein felt like he was going to leave a very big, very sticky memoir of his passing all over Twilight’s beautiful face in the very near future! Then, instead of turning up Klein’s pencil case, juice bottle or loose change, Facet would be staring down the barrel of an oral creampie, finding all the evidence he needed that Klein had been here in the form of his pink-and-purple-haired cutie-pie girlfriend coughing up the same gungy, chewy semen dripping down her face and glueing her bright eyes shut.

And wouldn’t that just be so awful?

“C - Can’t you get this thing out of my face?” growled Twilight. They’d been having fun earlier, but now she was sliding back to getting cranky, and with a vengeance. “I... I can’t...”

“See?” quipped Klein.

“I can’t breathe! There’s only dick-air down here! Dick-air, oh my god, my nose and my lungs... they feel so full of... of... of all this, this nasty, disgusting thing! Seeing? That’s the least of my problems, Klein!”

“Shhh, he’ll hear you,” Klein whispered. But Twilight was still fidgeting, her common sense momentarily overwhelmed by her panic. Klein had to do something or they'd be found out!

So he did. And it was something that took Twilight's breath away.

Klein put his hand on top of Twilight's head.

It wasn't to shove her face-first into his cock, like she initially expected it might be, either. Klein might be a lot of things, but he'd never actually overpowered her or any of her friends with physical force at any point. More like just giving these girls enough leeway to tease themselves silly with. No, instead, he fanned his fingers out, tightened his grip slightly, and started slowly, gently petting Twilight, massaging her scalp in the most amazingly soothing of ways. It felt so, so good.

And at that moment, it was exactly what Twilight needed. As Klein coyly ran his fingers through the mega-nerd’s hair, Twilight was shocked as could be to find herself actually closing her eyes and leaning in to his hand. She couldn't help it. She really couldn't stop herself. She just felt so... frazzled and frustrated at this point! This had been such a rough day, with so many ups and downs. And this felt as good and reassuring as a treatment at her favourite spa. She needed something like this, so badly she'd even take it from Klein!

And she could hardly believe it, but the rapid-fire thumping that had been going on in her heart slowed. She calmed down.

From Klein's hands. Klein touching her... relaxed her. Facet probably would have cried if he'd known what was going on in that woman's heart at that moment.

Twilight had been a victim up until now, tricked and beguiled into sex. It was one thing for a girl to have a moment's wavering of the heart, where she made a bad decision. Or to let a tiny bad decision snowball into a very big, bad decision, like a kiss leading to a blowjob, or a blowjob leading to marathon bed-breaking sex.

It was one thing to be kissed by a man who was bigger or stronger, or more cunning, those were all good excuses for even the best-behaved girls to become leg-spreading sluts for the alpha male. But... while she was twitching and cumming and trembling under that evil, seductive thug and massaging his big fat cock with her inner walls, her heart should remain true and unwavering... She should keep loving her boyfriend all the way through it, understanding this other man is just using her for her body, a purely-physical, cheap fuck to sate all his deranged, uncivil, downright criminal urges.

At the end of the day, she should still love her boyfriend. She should still be able to say "I still love you, even if you're not my first choice for a sex partner. Even if he's so much better in bed." Everyone seemed to understand going further than that was simply too taboo.

And yet, in that moment, Twilight Sparkle, goodest of good girls, took all her emotional support from Klein, allowing her shaking to die down under his controlling grip. When she looked up at him again, it was with the clearest, most lucid eyes he'd seen on her since they'd come in here. She knew he wouldn't mess this up. She knew he'd get her out of this difficult situation intact. He might be a jackass, but... he was dependable.

So, yeah, she did it. She accepted the headpats. And her heart wavered, a crimson blush spreading across her face. Facet was running out of time to find her.

"Okay... Okay... I'll be quiet," she whispered, nodding. Or trying to nod. Moving was still impossible. She just rubbed her face against his dick instead.

Yes, that massive, unreasonable thing of his was still throbbing merrily away right in front of her. And if anyone had thought it would get any smaller from having the Pink Circle’s leader nuzzling into his hand, then they sure didn’t know much about Klein. On the contrary, it was drooling.

"Okay, good..." Klein murmured, trying to take his hand off her head... and finding it stuck. "Ghhk."

He'd been clasping the back of her head this whole time, and the real estate afforded to either of them had suddenly come up a lot more crowded. And just as he was about to give it an almighty wrench to free himself, Twilight suddenly squealed! "Ow! My hair! You're tugging on my hair!"

"Who was that?" grunted Facet from outside. Klein and Twilight both froze. He immediately put a stop to trying to free his hand, just leaving it there on her head.

Twilight looked up at him with wide, frightened eyes. She could barely see Klein around his cock, but he could definitely see those two white saucers staring up at him out of the gloom. He cringed, wondering if they'd be discovered... when they heard Facet's phone ringing. After a pause, the cool kid went to answer. "Yeah? Yeah? Oh. Yeah. Yeah?"

They listened to him going on outside like that for some time, while Twilight's eyes darted back and forth from Klein to his cock.

She tried to move her head again. She hit his hand.

She tried to move the other way. She hit his cock. At length. Rubbing herself on it until she was smeared with cum.

She huffed, feeling hot and sweaty in the uncomfortably tight space.

The fact was, Twilight knew what she needed to do. She'd known for some time there was only one way she was getting that adultery-inducing lump out of her face. She was extremely well-equipped to handle it, in fact.

All she had to do was accept a shameful truth about herself. Accept something she didn't want to.

As an outspoken feminist, Twilight's mouth was important to her, and one of the most powerful weapons in her arsenal. She had been raised in a civilized world, where the pen overcame any sword, where the idealized scenarios for society she envisioned in her mind could be transliterated into words, and in speaking them made real.

What was a woman, any woman, without her voice and the mind it represented? All that was left after that was the body. Twilight’s cartoonishly-hefty cowtits, her well-padded middle. Her eclectic fashion sense, trending towards gothic-lolita and prep. These were all things that could so easily misrepresent this enlightened, modern woman, without the controlling element of her well-reasoned, well-spoken arguments to keep everything flowing along the correct channels! She needed her voice for all that! She needed to speak.

That was what her mouth meant to her.

It was not a gaping hole in her face to wrap around men, to squeeze down on their insatiable members with gag-inducing force, as they fucked in and out leaving her greased and dripping, with an intermingled mixture of saliva and cum from one end to the other. In Twilight's esteemed estimate, her face was not for long, dirty mouthfucks.

She knew this! She believed every second a man's hairy, unwashed cock was pumping in and out of her sweet little pink throat was one second she could be using for addressing the big issues! For asserting women's rights and lesbian rights! A pocket pussy bought in a store could do all that, so there was no reason for her to be stooping to that level... she never would, and never had, except for that one time with Klein. That one, accursed time where he'd treated her exactly like one of those pocket pussies, and made her ache inside and out.

A woman wasn't an onahole for dumping sperm into. A woman wasn't an onahole for dumping sperm into. A woman wasn't an onahole for dumping sperm into!

Twilight took another deep huff of Klein's fat cock. The aroma of the sticky semen leaking from its tip had added a subtle undercurrent to the overall smell that made her feel like her womb was trying to lower - for him.

Her tongue was unfurling before she knew it, extending from between her velvety pink lips. She touched his cock with the tip, making Klein shudder. He grunted just a little, looking down at Twilight as the tip of her tongue rolled around the shaft of his cock in slow, steady circles.

Twilight completely opened her eyes and turned to face Klein. "Hey... All I need to do to get this cock out of my face is... suck it, right? Then it will go down?"

"I don't want to do this... I don't have to do this... But I can’t wriggle out of here, not with my head back against the wall and your cock keeping me here... And you can’t get your pants up as long as I’m stuck in place... So I choose to resolve this situation we’re stuck in. I choose to exercise my right as a woman to do whatever I want with my body... and no man can pervert that, or take that away from me.”

A woman wasn't an onahole for dumping sperm into. Twilight was a feminist, and a good one at that. But here, in this dark place... maybe there was a way to be both.

“So...”

Unbidden love hearts swelled up in Twilight’s eyes as she stared down the shaft of Klein’s cock, and her future in which she surrendered her voice, and her identity as a woman, to him. In which she surrendered... her feminism.

“So I’ll choose to do this... I'm everyone's hope, so I can't lose in a situation like this... I'll never lose to cocks... ♥"

Twilight's mouth fell open as her head tilted back, those love hearts budding bigger and bigger as she bared teeth, tongue and throat, strands of gooey saliva already being produced by glands working overtime, ensuring a nice, soft bed of feminist fuckdoll orifice was waiting... for Klein.

"I'll remain a staunch ally to women everywhere... even as I..."

"... Suck..."

"Haa! ♥"

"... This...!"

"Haa! ♥"

"... Cock! ♥"

Something snapped behind Twilight’s eyes, and it was entirely self-inflicted. For the first time, she found herself exploring the concept of ‘duality.’

Twilight kissed the part of Klein that had been jabbing her in the face for the last ten minutes, and she did it with more passion and adoration than she'd ever kissed her boyfriend.

Or any girl, for that matter.

Twilight wasn't scared anymore. Rather, being scared would be a waste of this perfect opportunity.

Frankly, Klein was hot, ripped straight from female fantasy, soft-faced, tangle-haired, slender-formed... Frankly, he blew the average guy out of the water.

She could be scared later. Right now, she wanted to suck. She wanted to polish his pole with her juicy red lips, and take a balls-deep creampie directly in her throat.

Seeing the way things were going, Klein followed along in short order. He lifted his shirt for Twilight, exposing his flat, soft and kissable belly... and putting the long, hard cock rising up before her, in better focus. Once again, she found her nostrils being tickled by the masculine, musky scent of a male's raw and raunchy cock.

"Yeah... You’d better suck me off, Twilight... I got turned on watching you acting like a whore earlier... I was already stiff as a board even before you started winking and flirting with me, mm..."

“We gotta get this thing down before we can leave the closet... If we leave together, we can come up with some lie, but he won’t believe it if he sees me with a boner... Ahh, if only you’d cheated with a girl instead of little old me! When they’re horny, all they do is drip from both ends...”

That perverted guy slapped his leaking cock on the titcow nerd's face, leaking a slimy trail of spunk all down her features as he guided himself down to her juicy hot lips. In turn, Twilight’s lips shaped into a heady 'O', which soon gave voice to a low "Mmmmpphhh~! ♥" as precum trickled down to her pointed chin.

"I’d much rather dump this load in your womb and put a baby in you... You’re ripe for having some brats... But, beggars can’t be choosers!”

And, amazingly, a coo of heady delight greeted his words! It was like a repeat of their first time, almost, as Twilight’s naughty switch was flipped... and she started acting like this. Brainiac-no-more, she seemed to have completely switched off her higher functions for Klein’s convenience, dialing it back to something more like a preppy cheerleader with a few too many shots of vodka in her... the effect of being face-first in Klein’s crotch was not too dissimilar, all things considered.

She was totally in a haze now, nodding without even really thinking. Instead, she worked on the much more important task of staring at his cock, letting it completely hold her gaze. Now that Twilight had decided to give in, disavowed of all responsibilities of purity by circumstances beyond her control, she fully embraced this educational new stance on power relations. Yes, she’d be considering this as a fruitful inquiry in her future studies for certain.

But for now...

The purple-haired cutie’s pert nose flared, just so, at the salty, musky smell. "Klein, you’re just... impossible... Mmm... Suck... The worst..." she cooed, her long, long lashes fluttering - "I just can’t believe a guy is working so hard to set a feminist back... It’s so... so naughty! Why can’t nice guys have dicks that smell so, hnnnh, good, so we can give them this sort of treatment instead of... instead of you! Mm, it makes me so, slurp, suck, mad!”

He felt Twilight's hand sliding down his chest, over his belly. Her slim fingers circled the very base of his cock, giving him a slow squeeze... even as her full lips closed on his cock in a deep, hungry kiss!

Twilight leaned forward - the luscious beauty's hot mouth circling his shaft - her lips pushing forward, slowly, a filthy ‘shlooooorppppp’ echoing in the air, mingling with her deep moans of satisfaction. Klein, in turn, roughly, rudely jammed his cock right in, sliding smoothly inside her.

"Mnnnn, nnnnnnn~!!!"

Twilight's big lavender eyes went wide as his cock pushed into the sopping wet warmth of her mouth. Her fat ass swayed from side to side, quavering. Her toes curled just so in her heeled boots.

Mm... That was fun. This was fun, fucking Twily’s face while Facet was right outside. Klein was usually very overt about humiliating boyfriends with his antics with their girlfriends, but this private play had it perks, too. The whole scenario had Klein extra on edge... Something about knowing that overflowing smelter of anger was right outside, ready to wring Klein’s neck if he caught them, was like an extra spice on this delicious blowjob, one the perverted boy enjoyed thoroughly. He was fired up, and he might cum in seconds the way he felt... So he started fucking her throat hard and deep.

To say nothing of how he was about to pump a hot, creamy load down her throat, something Facet had spent years constantly fantasizing about being able to do.

Klein started tangling his fingers in Twilight's hair, roughly face-fucking her. He stifled his moans as his fat cock got bigger and thicker and harder in her mouth. He pounded her until her glasses felt like they were going to go askew, using her mouth as his personal use semen-dump, already panting nice and hard.

It all made one thing very clear about Klein: he might look cute and boyish, but he was a man. Once he got started, he was hard to stop, even with the threat of discovery by Facet constantly looming over their heads. Roughly stirring up Twilight’s throat and leaving her a gagging, gaping mess might be the worst thing he could do right now... but he wasn't thinking about that now. All he was thinking about was cumming down Twilight's throat and making her swallow.

“Shloorpp - shlooorpp - shloorpppp!” So much for those feminist orations. They were done with.

Instead, the only orations taking place in this closet were the wet, slick sounds of Klein’s cock pistoning into Twilight's mouth - fistfuls of her long hair making the perfect handholds, - her moans pulsing along the length of the warm, warm connection they shared, rushing up his shaft and into his groin...

He revelled in the feeling of her tongue swabbing against the underside of his cock, her cheeks dimpling just so as the dowdy, chubby vixen sucked as if raised on lollipops.

The ring of her lips met the ring of her fingers, the hot sucking 'O' drawing inch after inch in, until his balls slapped against her chin. A hot shudder raced through her, as she tried to share the intensity of the sensation that coursed through her!

“Shlucckkkkkkk!”

"Mmmmfffff~!"

And then Twilight clasped his ass from behind, pulling him forwards, making his cock spear into her tight, tight throat. Her eyes went wide, her nose buried in his crotch, her hands scrabbling all over before gripping his hips, holding herself there, deep-throating him!

Of course Klein was going to blast his load after that... the second Twilight started using him like a human dildo to face-fuck herself, he was done for. One little tug from Twilight’s feminine hands had been all it took to sink him balls-deep into her mouth.

He felt her thrumming and vibrating all around him, her entire throat a well-oiled dick-milking machine... and he let loose.

The luscious nerd had time for a squeak, as his cock spurted, right before gooey rivulets splattered her tight, tight throat. "Aaaaahhh, aaahhhh, AAAHHHHHHH~!"

"Nnnn, nnnhhoooo~!!! ♥" Twilight's moans slurred from her lips as his cock erupted in her mouth - long, ragged pulses into that shapely 'O', gushing and pumping and cumming, her eyes going so very, very wide... then glazing over, her sleek throat working! She swallowed, again and again, his cum churning in her flat belly, a heat coursing through her body. Long rivulets slid down her chin, as she was clutched up against his groin, her cheeks bunching.

Her shapely behind swayed as his balls spanked up against her chin, the fap-fap-fap rhythm coming fast and hard as solid, slobby blobs of cum drowned out her voice. Twilight shook all over, an avid participant in her own suppression. She delved her fingers between her creamy thighs - tugging her own panties down and aside to get at the drooling hole within.

Shot after shot of cum boiled up out of Klein's balls, flowing down his shaft to be dumped full-force into her hungry belly, flooding her gut with virile male semen. It hammered into her, reminding her of the first time they’d done this, reminding her of the fantastic taste, so steamy and slimy, and the irreplaceable sensation of his ejaculate pooling up messily inside of her.

After a few long pulses, seven or eight ropes fired, Klein changed it up by pulling his cock all the way back to her lips, cum drooling against her tongue as her mouth formed a seal around his tip. She looked cute like that, almost too cute... like a fish caught on the line. Twilight had a chance to moan, the taste filling her mind. A heady "Oh~!" purred from her lips as she felt him firing the rest of his load onto her tongue directly, giving her some slime to play with.

“Wew... Klein... Klein...” groaned Twilight, coming down from her own cocksucking high, a feeling that looked so good even Klein felt a little jealous. “That... That was...”

Then she found herself staring at his cock again. For a moment, the whole occasion seemed so strange, leaving her wondering why she’d been sucking him in the first place... She felt rather... whorish... for a moment before the weak justification drifted back to her: getting his cock to go down so it wasn’t jabbing her in the face anymore.

Yes, that was it! Her panic died down as she remembered she’d had a very good reason for sucking off her campus’s, no womankind’s, #1 rival.

But when she looked at that cock, her joy and relief died as fast as humanly possible, because Klein was still hard. If anything, his cock looked even bigger than it had before. Good God! It was still staring straight at her, throbbing away as angrily as ever. She wanted to give him a piece of her mind. “You... You bastard...! How was that not enough for you, that’s the only time I’ve ever willingly given a man a blowjob in my life, and it still - “

“Shh!” said Klein abruptly, and she shushed on command. For all her thoughts of the importance of her voice, it looked like she was more than happy to give it up for him now. Especially after he’d literally drowned it out just now.

Let’s see her debate feminist theory with a bellyful of cum!

But he actually had no ulterior motive this time. It looked like the way out had just been opened to them.

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Twilight Sparkle Final

Klein had shushed Twilight, because it sounded like Facet was winding up his phone conversation outside.

“Yeah,” said Facet, “They don’t seem to be here... Maybe I should head back.”

Twilight immediately perked up, wearing a look of delight normally saved for half-price Chai Lattes. “Yesss...” she whispered, pumping a fist excitedly at Klein. “My boyfriend’s gonna leave!”

Klein grinned as well. “The second he’s out the door, make a break for the windows. I’ll be right behind you.”

“Eep.”

Suddenly, Twilight’s eagerness to get out of her drained cold away. Climbing out the window, right in front of Klein? Her skirt was already quite short, and normally she’d be giving Klein an eyeful of panty in doing so.

Nevermind that she’d just been sucking Klein’s dickslime down her preppy, dainty little throat, the thought could still mortify her. Twilight was nothing if not dependable!

But even worse... Sucking his cock had left the nerd too horny to keep them up. The more she worshipfully suctioned her lips vacuum-tight around Klein’s big beefy rod, the more Twilight’s pussy had dripped, and in the end she’d just tugged them down to her knees, so as to better get her fingers up inside of herself to toy with all her hot little petals and folds.

She reminded herself there was no shame in such an act, obviously. She was simply doing her part as a forward-thinking feminist, unashamedly ignoring the outward influences of men to seek her own self-fulfilment and actualization in any situation.

And such self-fulfilment had left her fingers absolutely dripping.

Regardless, she’d have plenty of time to pull up her panties once they were out of this awful, cramped closet. Then she could climb out the window and pretend to bump into Facet outside...

Yes, perfect, she thought. A masterful plan befitting the perfect valedictorian. This would sound plug up all the leaks her reputation had sprung over the last few hours.

Now all she had to do was just get up and go.

Helped to her feet by Klein, Twilight forcibly turned herself around in the cramped quarters, grunting and cursing as she bumped into mops, brooms, bottles of bleach... but she finally got there, forcing the door, ready to burst out into the clean, uncontaminated air of the classroom.

She was... overjoyed! No more of Klein’s nasty, disgusting cock until the next time he tricked her to suck his cum down! What a relief!

“Yaaaaay~” purred a delighted Twilight, charging forwards, a cry of victory on her lips. Klein was right behind her, too, using her evacuation of the closet to turn his body sideways to face the door. He gripped the doorframe just below her elbow, already beginning to pull himself out.

And then...

Oh no.

Oh noooooo.

Twilight Sparkle’s heart took such a plunge it felt like it was in her feet. Soundlessly, and with a sense of slow motion that could only have been brought on by her pants-wetting levels of fear, Twilight watched in wordless fright as the classroom door opened and Facet stormed back into the room. She stood stock-still, paralyzed like a deer in headlights, for who-even-knows how long, before the rush of blood in her ears popped and time returned to normalcy. The distant drone of Facet’s voice returned to its usual irritated, irritating state.

“Where did I leave my bag!” he grunted, just as Twilight saw the particular item on one of the classroom’s many desks.

Twilight could never remember being so mad at anyone over something so trivial.

The Princess of Friendship immediately backpedalled like a mofo, a hissed curse on her lips. And Klein... was less than well-prepared to receive her.

For once, it genuinely wasn’t his fault. Really. Twilight couldn’t pin what happened next on him, as much as she’d like to. It was just bad luck, and a combination of many factors.

As has already been made abundantly clear many, many times, the supply closet was not the largest space. It could fit two people at the absolute most, and ideally that would be two girls. At least breasts had a way of squishing to fit, so that two girls like Twilight or Gilda or Fluttershy could have compressed their chests in such a way that tides of cleavage poured to fill every nook and cranny, sandwiched under armpits or in faces. There were options there.

A male part was just so much harder to work with, as Twilight was unfortunately learning. There was no squish, no give. Blood engorged the male member in such a way as to make something as stiff and hard as a steel beam, throbbing intimidatingly as it stretched out in search of tight, young pussies to hammer. There was room for two people in the closet, but not two people and a cock. Twilight had come to terms with this while having a faceful of cock for the last 20-odd minutes, leading to her packing it in her throat just so she could finally have some headspace.

Well... She was standing now, cute cream skirt tilted up in the back as she leaned forwards to look out of the closet... panties still around her ankles... Klein behind her, still as rock-hard and... and... and male as ever.

Twilight would have stooped down and tugged her panties back up if she could, but there simply wasn’t room in here. She needed to do it outside. So, instead, she had no choice but to bustle her way on towards the door, and in doing so presented the perfect target to Klein: a big, nerdy butt, crowning the soft, padded mound of her pristine, virgin labia. Baring that plump cunt to him was intended to be her final shame before emerging from all this scott-free.

And now, with the outside soundly closed off to them by Facet’s return, she was forcefully shooting backwards, driving all that girl-meat directly into Klein’s lap even as she tugged the door closed to once-again compress male and female into a tight, uncomfortable, unfortunate space.

There was room for two people... but not two people and an erection.

Thankfully, it found room.

Goosh.

Sploosh.

Splat.

The final barrier between man and woman had just been irrevocably breached. And not by Klein but by Twilight. She shot backwards into him, tugging the door closed as she did, burying herself in darkness with Klein and his huge, hard erection.

She brushed flesh with him, defenseless womanhood grazing on pulsating, nasty manhood. Then, half-carried by inertia and half by natural female instincts to get fucked, she kept going back. She slid down Klein's pole, feeling it in perfectly delicious slow-motion, inch after inch of her bully’s cock sliding right up her hot, dripping twat.

Twilight's mind buzzed with negative, antsy thoughts all the way through it. A male had influenced her body in ways she hadn’t, and would probably never have, consented to. And then there was the rest of the penetration, which made her one very, very happy girl.

She nearly squawked out loud in alarm and confusion, just from having her virginity suddenly taken, but Twilight stifled herself at the last moment. Her hymen might be wrapped around Klein’s cock, but at least she could still avoid letting her boyfriend see it if she kept her trap shut. She was still sandwiched against the door with her butt in Klein's lap: if she moved even a muscle, or made even the slightest sound, Facet would discover them.

All she could do... was stand here, full of Klein’s cock, and try not to do or say anything.

God, he was big though. What a cock. It spread her in a way she’d never really consciously thought about, wrenching her womanly petals open in a way that deeply disturbed her. It felt so good it should be illegal. Even now, the love tunnel she’d so innocently explored with her fingers on so many occasions was being made to sing in pleasure, every little bump and nub all the way from her outer folds to her deepest core rubbing up on Klein’s cock and unanimously agreeing that this was so, so much better than any cute little dildo she’d ever used.

For a start, it was warm. It pulsed inside of her with a comforting heat that left the brainiac at a loss for words... and the way in which it throbbed... Oh, they should have sent a poet! She couldn’t be expected to put all this down in any sort of way that made sense! The light pressure from the cock grazing her insides already felt like pure bliss... but when the blood pumping inside his wretchedly-plump man-muscle made it swell up just that tiny bit more, every single sensitive inch of her insides suddenly felt like it was being squashed all at once, taking that existing sweet sensation and... ramping it up until she felt so good she might cry.

Twilight's eyes widened, her lips twisting this way and that as one stifled little sound after another escaped the tortured girl. She writhed under Klein's ministrations, huffing and puffing. Squeaks and whines leaked out, until she clapped both hands over her mouth.

It was so, so hard to not moan like a whore. It was like her whole body felt built just to do that one thing, and she was denying it its purpose. It was like an itch she couldn't scratch... Her pussy was suctioning and slurping Klein's cock like it was welcoming back a beloved old friend and somehow she had to find the force of will to not respond to it.

She'd never make it. Her hips were starting to twist, starting to screw back on Klein, wanting so badly to grind on him, reward the alpha male for his conquest.

The risk of Facet discovering her in front, and Klein's fat cock coming up in back, making her brain melt?

Yeah. She was so fucking doomed.

She looked back at Klein, wide-eyed and frightened in the dark. How dare he have such a great cock? How dare he make her feel so good? This... This was why he was dangerous! This was why he’d never been an ally to women who had their panties up around their hips instead of down around their ankles!

“Your... Your cock...” she whimpered.

Klein stared back at her like she’d gone mad. He wanted to point out her entire butt was shoving him back. Any sort of gender trends towards men having more physical strength didn’t mean squat when they were dealing with a PAWG crushing them under her booty. He wriggled around a bit, trying to free himself and maybe get his cock on top of her ass instead of inside her pussy... and that almost ended things for them right then and there. The only things he could try, after all, were grasping her ass and trying to move it... and moving his hips.

The former made Twilight’s sensitive butt shiver, and elicited sweet groans from the nerd’s throat... and the second was literally, unavoidably, sex. If he did that they were just fucking at that point. The thing she’d been trying to avoid? Klein moving his hips when his cock was buried deep inside Twilight was... not something she’d planned on happening today. At all.

It also made her actually moan like a whore in-heat, and immediately start moving her hips right back at him. So of course she raised her hands, silently begging for him to stop.

Klein could wriggle back enough to leave just the tip inside of her... but with him at full erection, pulling out just wasn’t going to happen. No way, no how. This was the sword in the stone, and nobody was pulling him out any time soon.

Twilight glanced out through the slightly-ajar door, and wanted to groan when she saw Facet getting settled down again, seemingly taking every possible opportunity he could to not just get the fuck out... It was torture drowning in this much pleasure, having the way out right there in front of her and not being able to take it.

I’m going mad... she thought. I’m going to go mad...

This closet. This damnable little closet had turned out to be her undoing. She wanted to laugh at how silly it was, that the President of the Pink Circle could be undone by something as simple as three small walls and a door. In the end, she’d played herself almost as much as Klein had, and now she’d been caught like a rat in a trap.

It was just so silly... She couldn’t bear this any longer. She suddenly didn’t care about anything but getting this cock out of her, of easing the sensation of Klein filling her, being inside of her, like a key inside its lock, completing her utterly. She didn’t want to feel so good anymore, scared of what would happen if she did.

She started bucking her hips. Klein probably just hadn’t put enough elbow grease into getting his dick out of her. She’d try it. She’d show him how it’s done. In his eyes, she’d already been reduced to nothing more than an ass-filling lap and a magnificent head of full, thick hair... so it wasn’t like it could get any worse! She’d just... shake her ass like a monkey, twerking her bubble butt all over Klein’s lap and then she’d be free! He’d slip right out!

She was so, so confident this would work, so she started riding Klein’s pole, slinking all the way down his meat to get nice and sticky, pancaking her ass all over his lap... then drawing him all the way back to the tip, knowing she’d make it this time.

And she got a little closer each time, for sure.

But not close enough.

It made Twilight delirious. It made her want to be sick. That rock-hard, leaky, cum-shooting cockhead came up to her pussy lips more times than she could count, all while she grunted and strained, simultaneously kicking Klein back against the far wall while trying to tug herself forwards on the doorframe as much as possible (while also constantly risking falling out through the door and explosively revealing her cock-filled pussy to Facet!).

She just wanted to cry at this point, Klein’s dick would never get out of her pussy and it would never stop making her nearly cum every time she moved. She couldn’t believe things had turned out like this.

But Twilight was no dummy. She knew what needed to be done. She knew the primitive act between a male animal and a female animal that needed to take place to free her insides from that venom-spitting snake... But she wasn’t about to just say something to Klein as weak as “Do whatever it takes.”

She was the one in control here. She had been since the beginning, never letting Klein’s suggestions graduate from just that - suggestions. The final say in all matters had always been with her, and she would never let him forget that.

So she gave him one last order.

“Klein... Fuck me.”

Klein looked amused. “Oh yeah?”

“Fuck. Me. I’ll wring your neck once we’re out of here but... You still need that stupid thing to go down and we’re still stuck in here until Facet leaves. So... fuck me. I bet you’re dying to do it, you little misogynist pig... I bet you... I bet you can’t believe the amazing luck you’ve... oooohoooh... had fall right into your lap... Right from the moment you were born, you’ve been l - lucky, winning the genetic lottery with that... with that cock of yours...”

“Can’t argue with that,” he said. All her lewd praise just made her situation even worse as he thickened up nicely inside of her. This was rapidly becoming Twilight’s darkest hour.

“But there’s no way in all of... in all the world that your... penis... should have ever ended up in my... ahh... my vagina... It defies all reason, but... It’s here, it’s inside me, I’m sure you’re happy as a clam! But the only way we’re getting it out is either Facet leaving, or you dropping the boner.”

“And the thought of screwing me bouncing around inside your pea-brain makes me think the latter is very, very unlikely. You’re seriously sick. If you put half the energy you do into... into dicking lesbians into anything else, you’d probably be world-famous for it by now, you know that!”

“Get a hobby! Play the guitar...! Take up rock-climbing! There’s some great clubs at our school! Do anything! Just stop... trying... to fuck... me...!”

“And... And with that said...” she moaned, still wriggling her hips, still clinging to the door-frame for support, “Fuck me until you cum! As many times as it takes you to completely empty your balls inside of me!”

The dam burst. And with it, Twilight’s hymen.

Klein cocked one leg like an animal as he perched on top of Twilight's ass, sliding in and out of her moist cunt standing on tippy-toes. He held on for dear life, going for slow, rhythmic thrusts at first... and then speeding up into hard, deep, full-length thrusts, a deep and powerful pound-pound-pound of wet flesh slapping together that echoed around the cramped closet. He could already feel the spunk building in his balls...

"Guhhhh! Mmm! Fuck!"

And as he mounted Twilight - as he fucked her hard and deep! - whines of very pleasured anguish slurred from her lips, her lovely features contorting!

Her moans of "Yes~" "Fuck~" and "God~" slurred from her lips, her body shaking - like a bitch in heat! - as he hammered into her. Her eyes rolled back in her head, his leg draped over her, his balls hammering out a counterpoint to the smack-smack-smack of his cock churning her insides to mush! She hung her head, a low groan of "Mmmmppphhhhh~!" escaping the luscious girl as she squeezed her eyes completely shut.

And Klein... reached for a fistful of her hair. He had one more injustice to wreak on her. He tugged her head back, forcefully, to face him... and they just stared deeply into each other’s eyes. At this point, Twilight had nothing left. Likewise, she had no reason to pull away.

They kept fucking. The hot wet slaps of rhythmic, rough sex were all that echoed around the room. Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!

They were sex-fiends, glued together at the hips and glued together at the mouths. That kiss felt so right it almost made them both wonder why they’d ever been fighting in the first place. With tongues dipping between each other’s drool-soaked lips, they traded saliva back and forth as he pump-pump-pumped at her pretty pink pussy, huge fat balls slapping her ass hard enough to ache on each downthrust.

Klein and Twilight had both transformed into devils. The adulteress and her bull. They might as well have had little horns and spade tails for all the difference it would have made at this point.

This was a breeding ground. She had become insatiable under the perverse tutelage of this randy, pussy-obsessed guy. When she felt his balls tightening under his shaft, preparing for a second cumshot... one that could risk making her the mother of his children... she welcomed it. "Hhaaah... Do it, you animal... Do it... Fire off inside of me...”

The smell of sex, the lewd scent of fucking, it was driving her wild! She arched her back against him, her lissome legs shifting on the floor, shoes clop-clopping as she shifted to bury him deeper inside of her. Their tongues dueling, her words slurred.

"Mmmnnn, mmmmnnn, uuuuuu~!!!" So deep. His cock was so deep inside her, churning her to mush - her lavender hair haloing her lovely features, the bookish vixen's expression twisted in a mask of ecstasy.

Would they pull this off? Would Facet discover them? Twilight didn't care anymore... She just wanted to live in this moment forever, where she was disavowed of all responsibility. Now she needed to fuck Klein, now she had a reason demanding her to, she wallowed in it, momentarily allowing her heart and mind and body to be totally his.

"Harder! Give it to me... harder!" Twilight slurred. Her hips rolling, fucking right back against him, her body writhing in place. So close... She was so close!

The smack of each thrust. The thud of their hips meeting, his heavy balls swinging against her ass. Twilight's pupils became little hearts as she yielded to the primal urge to breed... "Nnnnn... Please cummmmm... ♥ Please cum lots insidddddde... ♥”

And Klein, hopped up on a cocktail of natural female pheromones, rapidly rushed towards the climax she desired. If the raunchy scent of a babe in heat wasn’t enough, her smooth and tight pussy and sinfully sweet voice was.

Faster and faster and faster Klein went, arching his back, so wrapped up in his task he forgot about Facet altogether. He felt dimly aware they were still in danger, but he was much more preoccupied with fucking, cumming, and dumping his semen inside a fertile womb.

Twilight felt his balls draw up, she felt them clench, and drool slid down her chin, her, "Uuuu uuu uuuuuu~" purring from deep within...Her nipples felt hard enough to cut diamond, as if she were oh-so-aware of what was to come. She didn't even try to get away anymore, her head lolling as his cock speared into the very core of her being, and...

“SHLORRRRRRRPPPPP-SCHLLLLT-SHLOOOORRPPPPPPP.”

Another tremendous, animal-like release, like a dog. Unprotected, shameless, breeding like breasts, he hilted his fat cock inside the pussy of this lovely gal, treating it just like he had her mouth, and started pouring his frothy jizz inside. Klein’s cock erupted inside Twilight, her sweet coos only spurring him on. Her moans of bliss drowned out the filthy sounds of sex, as his thick torrent of cum surged into her, hot and clotted and urgent... Twilight slapped a hand over her own mouth, trying to stifle her cries.

He poured his cum into her, making her womb chug pint after pint of virile seed, immediately forming a pool that sloshed over and made her feel strangely ill... He wrapped his arms around Twilight's midsection, fanning his fingers out around her belly, and seized her in a death-grip, hanging off her ass as he filled her to the brim.

Within seconds, there was no more room for the dozen more hot ropes of ejaculate he had to give her... ending with most of it trying to pour out around his shaft, only to be immediately forced back in by his frantic thrusting. He hilted inside her, he pumped his cum in, he did his duty as a man... and he didn't regret anything.

It was a shame, though, that this would have to be their secret. Nobody could know he’d personally dicked down Twilight Sparkle, the most staunch feminist on all of campus... but the thought warmed his heart... and had him hard as a rock as he produced so much more semen to pack inside of her.

"Aaaaahhhhhhhh-!!!"

He actually felt her cumming around him, the poor girl thrashing, writhing in place, a bitch in heat given what she really, really wanted, her nails raking deep furrows in the door in front of her.

"Phwaahhhh, haaa, haaaa~" Twilight whimpered as she fell forward, her tongue lolling from between her lips.

"Nnnhhhhhoo, I'm too young to be a mother~ ♥" Twilight gushed, batting her long, long lashes... Oh-so-aware of the fat load drooling down her inner thighs.

Her flat belly was swollen with seed... Even as she fixed Klein with a look in her violet eyes hot enough to melt an iceberg.

And then she fell forwards, knocking the door wide open. Twilight lost all dignity, collapsing on the ground, face-down, ass-up, her skirt totally flipped over up to her waist. She trembled and shook and drooled as fresh sperm continued to ooze out of her fucked-out fuckhole.

Klein anticipated the worst. He expected Facet to come crashing down both of them. But... Twilight’s boyfriend was gone. Somewhere in the middle of all their fucking, he’d finally taken off.

They’d outlasted him. Klein had outlasted him, in more ways than one.

Twilight twitched, and a jet of sperm gushed from between her legs. “Oogh... Thank God for that...”

After that wild day, things more or less went back to normal for Klein. He never knew what Twilight actually said to Facet after the fact, but whatever it was she amply covered for him, and herself, by not spilling the beans.

Knowing her, she must have really weaved an intricate little web of lies... When she really got going, her talent for words made even him look like he was playing in the shallow end of the pool.

Still... Imagining that holier-than-thou feminist bold-facedly lying to her boyfriend while looking him right in the eye was enough on its own to make Klein a very happy boy. And thinking about her doing it with his fresh semen still running down her thigh was just even better!

Twilight eventually released her PSA, still in a state she wasn’t entirely happy with, but she clearly didn’t trust Klein for any further assistance. Oh, sure, she told him his help had been so crappy he needed to do a million other things for her... but somehow these things always seemed to end up with both of them horizontal, and her incoming calls muted.

And it wasn’t long before they had other playmates, too...

“Klein, this has to stop. I have a boyfriend, you know,” huffed Twilight, flaunting her breasts in a teddy so tiny it could hardly even be called lingerie. Everything already felt on display, even if it technically wasn't.

“Umm... I still have a boyfriend too, actually... if anyone... cares...” sighed Fluttershy beside her. She had a matching outfit, lacey bra, crotchless panties, garter belt, stocking and gloves...

"Yeah, you fuckin' dweeb. They both have boyfriends. And I'm... I'm a fucking lesbian, in case you forgot. I have a girlfriend, dumbass." Gilda was dressed a bit more plainly than the other two in a side-tie thong and a little bustier, but goodness if she wasn't still trying.

Klein shrugged theatrically. "Come on, we can talk about that in the morning..."

He took advantage of Twilight and Fluttershy's crotchless panties to hook a finger between each of their legs, sliding the digits deep with a little slurping sound for each of them. The girls both whined, arching their backs as the drippy-drooling nature of their slits was exposed to him.

"Come on... Seems like these Pink Circles are more than ready to spend some time with me..."

Hooked like fish, the girls submitted to being reeled in, until four colossal tits were pancaked on his chest. Gilda groaned, circling around to join in by smashing her tits against the back of his neck. She crowded in, pissed Klein was the centre of attention, but still eyeing off the girls just as lecherously as he was. "Whatever. You won't listen to reason, so just get it over with."

Fluttershy nodded. "Yes... At least, um, not too many times... U - Unless the other girls don't want it in which case please use me instead of them..."

Twilight groaned, pinching her forehead, already unzipping Klein's pants with her other hand. "I can't believe this..."

One by one, the girls dipped down between his thighs, jostling for space, crowding around the cock of the guy they all hated.

Hated, yet couldn't resist.

Thirty seconds later, Twilight's phone buzzed. It went ignored as three separate instances of smacking, sucking, and slurping sounds floated around the room.