Sunset Shimmer Hated Guys

As she finished cleaning off Anon’s delicious dick, Sunset Shimmer looked up with an awkward smile. Sweet Celestia, what had she done?! She took a random guy off the street and sexually assaulted him! But he smelled sooo good. And he knew about Twilight and Equestria! And it had been so long for the little pony girl.

Her fake relationship with Brad had never gone anywhere, basically being a queen bee move to form a power couple in the school. He had never actually gotten to first base with her, she thought with a chuckle. Putting his arm around her shoulder almost triggered her gag reflex. It had been extremely frustrating for her. She could appreciate the human form, having learned of the wonders of her own hands and fingers, and Brad seemed nice enough compared to the other boys, but she just could not get past the pheromone wall. So ice queen it was for a pony turned girl used to regular ruts when the mood struck. It had gotten to the point where Snips and Snails were the only guys even tolerable for her to be near, though that was definitely one trip the fallen apprentice would never stoop to take.

The fuzz cleared a little in Anon’s head, and he saw the condiment haired girl’s eyes start to waver and show doubt. Her hopeful smile cut deep, brittle like a shard of that beer bottle that he sat on in the alley. He did the first thing that popped into his head: he leaned forward and kissed the adorkable girl.

God, her kiss tasted like an orange dreamsicle. Her soft lips an orange mellorine, her warm tongue a melting cream. He shuddered, pressing closer as his hunger for the strange girl grew. She pressed back with an equal sense of urgency, as if he could melt away at any moment. The older girl, her confidence restored by his eagerness, got up from her knees, never breaking lip contact. Gripping the sides of his face, Anon was led up from his seating position on the couch. He was slightly embarrassed that she was taller and had to lean in for the kiss.

Sunset was smitten, drunk on his taste and smell. If she actually gave him the chance to ask for anything, she would do everything in her power to give it. The small book pony part of her had a lot of questions to ask this strange boy, but she kept getting shoved back into the cupboard by the rutting bipedal young woman that had been denied for far too long. Watermelon. Definitely watermelon, but with the sweet hint of strawberry lingering in the background. He was kissing her back with equal ferocity, she noticed with a happy smile.

After another minute of savoring each other’s delicious candy flavors, Sunset abruptly broke the kiss. Anon looked up at her with darting eyes, worried he had done something wrong. Her cream melted a little more at his earnestness and she smiled. She gave him one last quick peck on the cheek for making her happy.

“Slow down a little, I’ve still got all my clothes on silly,” she said with a glowing smile.

Sunset Shimmer stepped back from him. Her heart beating, blushing furiously, she took off her jacket and threw it across a previously unused bean bag chair. Never breaking eye contact, she reached up below her pale teal jumper, undid the buckle on her belt, popped the snap, and undid the zipper on her pants. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, then she turned away and lowered her pants slowly.

Anon had stopped breathing. He could live a thousand years and he knew he would never experience something as beautiful as this moment again. He poured every ounce of his attention on her, licking his lips and burning the taste of her lips into his mind. She turned and slowly lowered her pants. White. Plain white panties. Well, now partially translucent white panties. She was soaked. His eyes widened at the realization.

“L… leave them on!” Anon croaked out.

Sunset had just kicked off her pants and was surprised by the sudden outburst.

“What? The jumper?” she said, confused and embarrassed.

“Yes, those and the panties…” he murmured demurely.

The adorable girl with the pony disposition smiled and complied. She sauntered back to Anon with a soft smile on her face. At least it was what she thought was a saunter. To Anon it looked like a prancing trot, as though there were 2 steps missing. His semi soft cock twitched. She pressed up against his chest, her firm breasts pushing against his collarbone. Her scent filled his world. A hint of unending grass fields, the sweet smell of ripening peaches, just a hint of pumpkin pie. They stared into each other’s eyes. They could each see the hungry desire. They both giggled and leaned in for a quick kiss.

The quick kiss turned into minutes. Eventually his “stallion hood” poked against her thigh. She broke the kiss and giggled again. It had been years since she felt like this. Her heart raced like a little filly on her first day of school. The goofy awkwardness, the sweetness, the warmth, and that sweet scent of home. Had she truly been unhappy the entire time she’d been here? It hadn’t seemed like it, but compared to the high she was on now, even her best years as Celestia’s protege paled. For the briefest moment she frowned, deep in thought.

Anon’s eye’s flashed up at her with naked concern. Their indeterminable eye color flooded with concern about whether he had upset her with an inappropriate boner. Sensing a disturbance in the force, Sunset quickly gave Anon another peck on the cheek. The she smiled and pushed him backwards with about 20% of her strength.

“Just relax,” she smiled at him, as she straddled him on the couch.

His conveniently compact nature gave her plenty of room on each side of the cushion for her knees as she straddled his stomach. The book pony told her there wasn’t much definition to his midsection. The pony girl told her not to ruin this. She slid back, anticipating his shaft between her flanks.

Looking up at the girl he could now only describe in his head as the most beautiful girl in the world, he saw her close her eyes and scooch back. Each inchworm motion setting amazing waves off in her pert breasts, her heat evident against where abs should be. He could feel the friction of her damp panties against him. After an unbearable period, she finally bumped up against his rigid cock. There was another endearing giggle from her lips, he registered from far away.

Sunset felt it bump against her ponut. Feeling a sadistic streak, she lifted herself up and rubbed her damp panties up and down his shaft. She reveled in his pained gasp. No longer able to contain herself, she lifted her haunches up in the air, took his painfully erect cock in one hand, and hooked her panties and spread them to the side with the other. With a long intake of breath, she slowly lowered herself onto that delicious long awaited candy penis.

Anon’s half lidded eyes were not believed by his brain. The girl’s velvety heat enveloped him. He saw completely undisguised bliss in her face as she lowered herself inch by agonizing inch. Suddenly she stopped with a start.

Sunset’s eye’s widened with confusion. What? There was no way, she had been through several breeding seasons while she was in Canterlot. She lowered herself again and winced. It was true. Her human body was a virgin.