The sound of female boots on linoleum was your first, and only warning of things to come. It wasn’t the realization that you weren’t alone that bothered you. It may have been almost two hours since the last period of the day had ended, and the sun had already been halved by the horizon, but knowing Canterlot High’s student body, there were bound to be plenty of student or faculty staying late for any number of reasons. You were one such student, but you weren’t still there to study, practice with your band, or even work on the next massive construction project someone always needed done. No, you were there having just finished getting laid by Principal Celestia.
Canterlot High, and indeed, much of the town that surrounds it, may be full of boys and girls who checked all the standard boxes for physical attractiveness (muscular boys, petite females, both with symmetrical faces, good bodies, and hair in only the right spots), but that had only raised your standards. You’d had a crush on Principal Celestia ever since you first saw her on your first day of freshman year, but c’mon, she was in her late twenties, and your fucking high school principal, you’d known full well it’d never pan out. For years, you’d contented yourself with drawing what you’d defend as “Fan Art” of her when you were supposed to be paying attention in class, and masturbating to you drawing of her posing scantily-clad later.
But while doing something like that would probably deter any other girl, and it did, at first, your drawings were actually what got your relationship with the pedagogical goddess started. You’d finally gotten caught drawing them in Cherilee's class, and your worst fear came true when she sent you to the subject of your obscene illustrations to explain them. You still remember that hole-in-the-chest feeling you had in your walk to her office, and the lump in your throat as you showed them to her like it was yesterday. Your meeting with her went just as you expected it would. She wasn’t angry, in fact, she was just as much compassionate mother figure you fell in love with. But still, slightly embarrassed, she’d told you what you already knew: It wasn’t appropriate or healthy for you to be thinking about one of your teachers that way. You’d turned to leave her office with your head hung, knowing all your fantasies and drawings had yielded their results. But before your opened the sun-adorned door, in defiance of all logic and self preservation, you had the sudden urge to prove you and your fantasies weren’t utterly defeated, and make this meeting forever memorable for the both of you. You turned around, and kissed your crush full on the lips. It was all uphill from there.
But while ambushing the other in the bathroom might have been in character for both of you, you still knew that whomever was fast approaching your stall wasn’t your lover (yet). You could easily tell the soft stomp of regular boots from Celestia’s high-heels any day, and you and Celestia had already finished your daily sex quota in detention, you both having agreed it was time for both of you to attend to your other work.
You quickly squeezed out you last turd, and began unrolling some toilet paper, but not quick enough, as the mysterious peeping Tiffany came to a stop right outside your stall, her feet casting a faint shadow inside. This settled that they were here for you and you alone, and you considered verbally confronting them by asking who was there. But on the off chance that they had a good reason for being here, which was getting more and more “off” every second, and the fact that you’d seen enough horror movies to know doing something like that in a situation like this is a death sentence, you decided against it. Yes, you were just going to wipe your butt (done), stand up and pull up your pants (done), flush the toilet (you hated the screeching sound the public plumbing makes, but done), unlock the stall and open the door inward in one swift motion (done), and confidently confront the apparent intruder (never happening).
Once the door was fully open, and you stepped forward, you yelped and nearly leaped back onto the toilet, you were so shocked at seeing who it was. Sunset Shimmer, Canterlot’s resident alpha bitch and four time in a row fall formal Queen, was standing less than a foot from your face.
Up until then, your sexual relationship with Sunset Shimmer was somewhat, one sided. You’d both arrived at Canterlot High about the same time (though unlike her, people actually knew where you came from), and while she was certainly stunningly beautiful, even by your aforementioned high standards, you’d never been interested in her. To put it bluntly, she was a bitch. You’d seen her rise to social power in her first year at school, and it hadn’t been pretty. She’d done whatever it taken to bolster her own image while simultaneously frightening anyone she saw potential competition into submission. She’d casually gone from “friendships” of varying degrees with boys and girls alike, and although no one could trace anything back to her, all kinds of horrible things happened whenever she was around. Property destroyed, rumors spread, real friendships torn apart, and even your crush was legally powerless to stop her. Even to those she claimed to like, she was a manipulative, cruel, insincere, and all around terrible person who you’d never consider a relationship with, just ask Flash Sentry. Unfortunately, the dislike was far from mutual.
The closest thing to genuine affection you’d ever seen her display was towards you. In what you imagined was a role reversal for her, from the first time she’d laid eyes on you, she’d made it perfectly clear she wanted you. Not for power, favors, or popularity, like all her other past and future partners, but sadly, even if she’d made rather half-hearted attempts to hide it, it not for you personality either. She’d only wanted your perfect male body as a sex toy, but because you knew what a horrible person she was, you never thought that would happen. But no matter lewd emails or sexts you deleted, how many boxes of chocolate you sent back, how many demands that you take her to prom or out on a date you refused, or how many sexual harassment complaints you submitted to the faculty (a boy getting sexually harassed? How’s that even supposed to work?), she didn’t let up. Pretty soon though, you wished that you’d just taken her up on her offers once or twice, just to ensure it never came to this point.
Now she stood before you, with her impatient, angry expression supported by her hands on his hips. But no sooner did you initial shock begin to fade, and your hands come down from their limp position of defense in front of you, than she, with a burst of speed that would make Pinkie Pie jealous, dived into you to close the gap. Your arms were too far apart to stop her petite frame from getting between them, and hers wrapped around your upper back, and pulled the two of your even closer for the full kiss on the lips she’d been waiting an eternity for.
Your eyes went wide with shock at this sudden attack, and it was all you could do not to fall over backwards and bang your head on the toilet seat.
But she knew that you weren’t going to be in a pathetic state of shock and confusion forever, so she made the most of her time by shoving her tongue past both of your lips, and twirling it around yours.
You momentarily considered biting down on her tongue, but not wanting to hurt someone who didn’t seem to be in their right mind, you instead swatted her arms off your shoulders and push her off you. She too, didn’t seem to want to escalate the situation into a full blown struggle yet, so she allowed you to push against her chest until she was back outside the stall.
“Sunset! What the fuck’re you doing?!” You shouted, wiping away her kiss with your arm as her pissed off expression returned to her face, and her hands to her hips. Hearing you verbally walk right into the perfect verbal introduction to her plan, she retorted.
“Taking what’s mine, you little clittease.”
With that, she leaned back slightly, and kicked you backwards.
Fortunately, her boots weren’t high-healed, and didn’t punch a hole in your chest, but that only distributed the force better, and you were in gravity’s cruel grasp before you knew it. Your hands instinctively spread to try to grab something and break you fall, but instead slid down the smooth plastic of the stall walls, and you landed on your ass, your head missing the toilet rim by mere inches. Now seeing her as an assailant, and not just crazy, you looked up at the gorgeous coed, and she looked down on you with the same expectant glare. Now perfectly willing to hurt the stunning teenager, you started to get up while checking the point of impact on your chest, even though it didn’t really hurt.
“Sunset! Have you-” She shoved you back down with her same right black and purple boot before you could get any leverage, or even finish shouting your reprimands.
“Shut up! Just shut up! I’m sick of all your fucking blabbering and excuses!”
Now that she was in a tactically superior position, her foot pinning your dominant hand in place, and was expressing malicious intent, you started to go from confused, to genuinely worried, and your expression changed accordingly.
“Every day, you flaunt that perfect slutty little ass of yours up and down the hallways!”
Flaunt? As far as you could observe, you wore normal clothes, and walked like a normal person from class to class. Though to be fair, Ms Shimmer probably didn’t have the greatest ideas of normality.
“Every gym class, your wear that stupid tank-top so when you sweat, nothing’s left to the imagination.”
You wore one your Rarity-made tank-tops almost everyday. Almost everyone at CHS has some article of clothing like that. Heck, Sunset’s was wearing her special sun-logo shirt right as she spoke.
“You’ve got a body that only one girl on both Equestria and Earth deserves, and who do you give it to? ”
What the hell’s Equestria?
She leaned down until you were vertically face to face, the extra weight on her foot and, by extension, your hand and chest, causing you more pain. She was also reaching into her jacket pocket, which was rather worrisome.
“Our pathetic slut of a principal! I’ve wanted you for years now, and if you’re too stupid to make the obvious right choice when it comes to your mates, you can’t be trusted with that choice.”
It took you a bit to decode what she’d just said, but once you realized that she’d just insinuated she was going to fucking Rape you, you opened your mouth. You weren’t sure whether it was to scream for help, or to try to call the nymphomaniacal young woman out on what a nymphomaniac she was, but it didn’t matter. Before you could utter a syllable, in another great burst of speed, she jammed the contents of her pocket into your mouth, and pulled her arm back before your could either close you mouth on her fingers, or even swat at her arm with your free hand. Luckily (maybe), it wasn’t any kind of weapon formerly in her pocket, and presently stuffed in your mouth. The feeling of cloth and elastic in your mouth was familiar (Celestia has many strange fetishes), and you guessed it was your attackers panties serving as your impromptu gag.
As you started the surprisingly difficult process of spitting her underwear out, Sunset stood back up, and retrieved a cell phone from her other pocket.
“Now here’s how it's going to work,” She turned it on and entered the passcode.
“You are going to fuck me whenever I want, however I want, starting today . . .”
“Or what, you’ll kill me?” Would have been your response, were you not still shoving the woman-scented undergarments out with your tongue and breath. Though you weren’t sure if it would have been a sarcastic retort, or genuine inquiry.
“Or these* get sent directly to your parents, Principal Luna, the school board, and anyone else who asks!”
With the word “these”, she showed you the screen of her phone, and simultaneously, your worst nightmare. There were you and Principal Celestia, sprawled out on her desk, your dick firmly up her vagina. You almost choked on her panties, and it didn’t stop there. Sunset moved from picture to picture with a flip of her thumb, and she’d photographed enough to make a full Celestia X You slideshow. The 69, your tongues in each other’s asses, the various roleplays Celestia had insisted on (which often necessitated intricate costumes), Sunset may have had to shoot you two in secret, always through a barely open door, but for every five times you’d fucked your Principal, she had pictures of at least one, which made for a lot of pictures.
As she swiped to the last picture and pocketed the phone, you analyzed her threat in your head. Your first thought was that you hadn’t started your relationship with the principal until you were of the state’s age of consent, and she wouldn’t be going to jail for it, but you quickly realized that wasn’t your only concern. Celestia would almost certainly be fired, and never work near kids again, and you’d become the talk of the town, your family becoming forced to move away to spare you the embarrassment. And knowing Sunset, she’d probably walk out of the fiasco a hero, who’d stumbled upon a poor boy being threatened with failure if he didn’t satisfy his principal’s needs, and done the only thing she could have by showing everyone the evidence to make sure neither of you could be blackmailed into silence.
“So, pet, are you going to be a good little fucktoy, or am I going to have to finally use my child protective services speeddial? And Snips and Snails have these pics too, as well as orders to upload them if anything happens to me or this phone, so don’t even think about fighting back.”
Sunset was very particular about her words when she said “fight back” instead of “attacking me” or “taking it”. But she was right. Assuming she was telling the truth about having backups, and you knew she was, there was really no way you could resist her subjugation of you without making things infinitely worse.
All your anger was gone at this point, replaced by soul crushing fear and despair. Your eyes began to tear up slightly as you looked down in submission. Sunset Shimmer was clearly taking some delight in watching your pain, so she was was in no rush to get a response. Finally, you looked back up at her, still gagged, and nodded.
“Well then, good to finally see a little bitch like you knowing your place.” She took her boot off your chest and begins removing it with only her feet. She also shed her leather jacket, leaving only her custom pink tee-shirt behind.
“Time for the real fun to begin.”
Since you assumed she knew you had nothing left to say, you finally used your hands to remove the panties and throw them away, and fortunately, she didn’t reprimand you for it. However, the little relief of finally having your mouth unobstructed gave you was quickly dashed when she placed her violet socked foot on your crotch. And despite the tears in your eyes serving as a testament to your unwillingness, your member responded to the deft touch of her foot by beginning to rise. You hoped that your rapist would understand it was just a reflex to the anticipation of sex of any kind that you had little control over, but no such luck.
“Hah! You little pervert. I didn’t even have to give you any viagra.” She taunted, as she slid her dexterous toes underneath the hem of your sweatpants. “You’ll be an easy one to train.”
There were several unfortunate implications to what’d she’d just said, but you’d just decided to ignore anything she said from now on. She was already raping you, and it probably wouldn’t be the last time. The muscular, handsome, once confident boy who’d seduced his own principal might as well just close his eyes and look away as the prom queen does god knows what to your body. God, how pathetic was that?
Your eyes were still closed for the most part, but you could still sense everything that was happening through both your other senses and general intuition.
Sunset started pulling the front of your pants and underwear down with her foot, but encountered some difficulty. First, the hem got caught on your dick, and she kept pulling, uncomfortably bending you penis down until it was finally liberated from its cloth prison, and swung back upwards into your stomach with a light ‘wap” sound. And since you didn’t want your pants uncomfortably hooked around on your balls the whole ride, you lifted your butt up to allow her to pull them fully down past your knees. It was a small, but noticeable sign of willful acceptance, and Sunset loved to see what great process her new pet was already making.
“You call this* a dick? Pathetic!” She taunted once again as she began feeling your now exposed dick with her foot. It wasn’t and honest insult of course. Your member, while not exceptional, especially compared to the likes of Big Mac or Bulk Biceps, was certainly impressive. But Ms Shimmer was never one to miss an opportunity of remind her lessors of their rightful status.
And then, just as dexterously as she’d removed her boots, she did the same to the rest of her ensemble. Her jeans dropped to the floor, and you were momentarily surprised to instantly be shown her hairless, puffy snatch. But you quickly realized (much to your disgust), that your former gag had indeed been the pair she’d been wearing that day. How very Sunset Shimmer.
With her crotch now as unobstructed as yours, she knelt down to straddle you, until your cockhead was bruching up against her uvula, and you were forced to once again look up at her. As now your heaves of anxiety caused your dick to scrape against her nethers, you truly felt how smooth her skin and wet her pussy were, and your dick began to hurt with arousal, no matter how much you willed it to settle down.
Sunset to, prepared for what was about to come, albeit more intentionally. But even as she positioned herself directly over your dick until you could feel your pre-cums mixing on your cockhead and her uvula, you still couldn’t believe this was actually going to happen. You were scared well enough, nearly hyperventilating at prospect of what all the abundant stitutional says was about to happen. But while having an “unusual” sex life is one thing, literally being raped by one of your classmates is quite another, and still seemed like an impossible fantasy to you. Surely, something would happen just before that did, right? Any second now, you’d hear the bathroom door slam open (even though Sunset had surely locked it), and you’d hear Principal Celestia tell Sunset to get the fuck off her boyfriend and delete every version of all those pictures, and Sunset would comply. Or perhaps Pinkie Pie would poke her head over the one of the stall walls, shout “Gotcha!”, and reveal that she’d somehow made friends with Sunset, and this was their first prank together. But all your wishful hypotheses were disconfirmed by what Sunset declared as she removed her T-shirt, freeing her large, yet impossible firm even without a bra (as was the case today) breasts.
“I’m gonna ride you till’ your balls bleed!”
And with that, she simply relaxed her legs, allowing gravity to do the work of penetrating her balls deep.
The shock of the sudden pleasure of insertion caused you to give a little gasp, but you were no virgin, and the feeling was familiar to you. The feeling of wet flesh enveloping your dick, of every microscopic bump in sunset’s inner flesh, of her uvula at the base of your dick, you knew it all to well.
Sunset too, was surprised at the pleasure the insertion gave her, your large girth making her bit her lip in pleasure. Still biting it, she once again looked you in the eyes with a smirk, and began to fulfill her promise to “ride” you.
She used her knees to pump up, then let gravity do the work on the way down. Her first few thrusts were sporadic and inconsistent, but she soon built up a steady rhythm. The sensation of two puzzle pieces locking was as incredible as it was familiar. Your dick was soon lubed perfectly with her honey, and with ever upward thrust, she clenched her walls a little, as if trying to physically squeeze your cum out. And it seemed to be working.
Your eyes has been squinted since she began, but when the feeling of warm pussy heating your air chilled dick, causing every nerve in your crotch to cry out in ecstasy to the divine combination of fluid and squeezing, you chanced a glance up at your rapist to see how things were going on her end.
Sure enough, Sunset was having the time of her life. Her eyes were mostly closed to, although for the opposite reason. Her breasts were so firm for their size that with each bounce, they barely moved a centimeter up and down, but it was still a sight to behold. And she too had instincts with her arms, and needing to move them in a time of such bliss, as if to allow it the flow off her safely to prevent her from exploding, she played with her gorgeous yellow and red hair, running her hands through it, intentionally messing it up. As you took the spectacle of the stunning teenager in the act that was the theoretical pinnacle of every boy or girl’s lustful stare at her perfect ass or face, you were almost hypnotized her her erotic movements, and began to lose perspective. Yes, you knew she was raping you, but if felt so fucking good! And you must’ve subconsciously thought that if she was acting so natural and happy, surely there couldn’t be anything bad about this situation.
You had already opened your eyes fully and were staring at her without realizing it, but with the same amount of self awareness, you placed your hands on her bottom-of-the-hourglass hips, and began to feel her bouncing in another place. At the feeling of your hands in a further position of acceptance, Sunset opened her eyes to see the expression on her little whore’s face as he acknowledged his role in life. You were too preoccupied with your own hands to return her inquisitive gaze, but she still must have read you like an open book and predicted her next move flawlessly, because the moment she abandoned her hair and began cupping her breasts from underneath (which was hardly necessary, as they were so firm to begin with), you began bucking your crotch as well.
Now that you were both active in the intercourse, you could both reap the experiences true benefits. You thrust in and out, your dick’s movements smoother than Sunset’s skin. Every time you buried your full length into her, you felt your tip surrounded by her cervix like a cockring, and the organic feeling of flesh one flesh was so heavenly, the only reason you ever pulled out was so you could push back in farther.
And while Sunset may not even have been originally human, she was still female, and having something finally plugging that stupid empty space between her legs was always something she enjoyed, even with the kids she was only using for social gain. Once you took over the thrusting, she focused more on her grabbing, clenching the mouth of her dick swallower around your base every time she came town, and squeezing it even tighter on the way up, forcing the air out of your tip, and creating a vacuum which only your sperm could fill. She’d also positioned herself expertly, so that any movement of the member would scrape against her clit, sending jolts of pleasure through her body like reverse electricity.
But while you're stimulation of her G-spot was fleeting, her attack on your penis was cumulative (no pun intended). Each gasp was louder than the last, each thrust creating a larger arch between the cold bathroom tiles and your butt than the last, each second brining you closer to orgasm. She could see this too, and decided to once again make a point of your patheticness. She increased her ministrations what felt like twofold, yet somehow kept her own pleasure in check. Your eyes rolled back in your head as you felt your sperm fill your shaft, held back only by the stimulation quota the Sunset was forcing you to approach with every bounce. Letting go of her breasts, the angelically faced succubi bent down to you, resting her hands on your chest, all while keeping her cum-slot’s attack at full force. Your eyes were still to misaligned and your brain busy with trying to retain some semblance of sanity to take any note of her, even as her chiseled face hovered right above yours.
“I’ll (huh), admit (gasp) this is my (eh-huh), first time doing (wheeze) this way.” She made out with rasped, hot breaths that caressed your cheeks with moisture and warmth. “But if (pant), everypony else (phew), is just as slutty and (whoo) pathetic as you. . .” She stopped both thrusting and panting as her crotch connected fully with yours. “It won’t be the last!”
Her final point made, she kissed you full on the lips in a display of repetition, shutting her eyes and forcing her tongue into your mouth where she could swirl it around. At the same time, she squeezed her pussy so hard, you felt like all circulation to your member had been cut off, then slowly pulled up, bringing you to the most powerful, yet least passionate orgasm of your life so far less than a second into the process.
Her weight now being on your chest prevented your back from arching until your spine snapped, though perhaps that would’ve been preferable to feeling what was happening to your bottom half. Your orgasms with Celestia had certainly been intense, but now, you were just squirting and squirting and squirting some more into your rapist’s stomach, and though you’d forever hate yourself for acknowledging it, the pleasure you felt was far beyond what you’d previously imagined heaven to would like. Sunset came to of course. The pressure and feeling of your cum cannon firing in her was all she needed to go over the edge, and let her floodgates prove themselves as faulty as yours. Despite having made a subconscious vow to never show any sign of weakness during her initial assault (and anywhere else if she could help it), she jerked upwards in pleasure, tearing your tongues apart.
Both your eyes were so far in the back of your heads that point, it was a wonder they ever worked right again. For what felt like a thousand eternities, you two came together. By the time you both finally started to lose momentum, you felt like you’d lost so much sperm, and her so much honey, you’d both die of dehydration within minutes. No such luck though, as Sunset collapsed on your chest, panting, with a dazed expression on her face, her breasts sandwiching under against your chest. Your dick was still inserted, but now flaccid and being awkwardly squeezed by her vagina walls. You had somehow managed to remain sane after such a strange, terrifying, and stimulating ordeal, and were theoretically focused enough to push her off of you, but again, what was the point? You’d be using what tiny bit of energy you had left to offend your new mistress, who, as her title implied, had complete dominion over your well being. You instead opted to go limp as well, letting your head slump to the side as the cool of the floor caught up with you. After slightly fewer eternities, Sunset sighed for a final time, and began to rise.
“Wow. That was even more fun than I expected.” She half complimented you as she stood up, finally allowing your limp member to flop out of her snatch, covered in both your juices. “Well, I hope you liked it in there, because that’s where you’ll be spending most of your time from now on.”
Without even looking at her as she continued to taunt you, you again nodded in acceptance. Seeing the submission in both your gesture and solemn expression, she knelt down again.
“Good boy.” She patted you on the head, before scooping up her clothes and walking out of the stall. “From now on, check your texts for whenever I’ve got some holes that need plugging.” She called back, before you heared the door open and close, and you were alone once again.
Horrible didn’t even begin to describe your situation at that point. Half an hour ago, while you weren’t exactly CHS’s star student, you were at least considered a person, and your Principle’s favorite squeeze. Now, unless you wanted Celestia’s life to be ruined, and yours to get even worse (hard as that was to imagine at the time), you were the school bully’s fucktoy, with all the human rights and self respect of a dildo. You were also half naked, covered in quickly drying and sticking bodily secretions, in the basement of your school. Regardless of the context, that’s never a good position to be in. The most you could hope for now is that Sunset would keep her promise to not share the photos, and that on your end of the bargain, she wouldn’t ask anything worse that the occasional ride on her new stallion.
One month later, you were being sat on in two different places by two different girls, neither of which was Celestia or even Sunset Shimmer.
“Oh, fuck!” The grey-haired brown-jacketed tomboy squawked as you flicked your tongue across her clitoris, causing her to involuntarily spasm on your face, giving you just a split second of fresh air. “Gotta hand it to ya dweeb, it's been awhile since a boy’s made me feel this good.”
“Huh. Yeah, (Pant) no shit! Greatest dick in (Wheeze) CHS for sure!” Her blue T-shirted companion agreed as she bounced on your pelvis, miraculously without eliciting a sound from the master bed you were spread-eagle handcuffed to. There was little point to your bondage; you were hardly going anywhere. But when two more stunning female bullies had arrived at Sunset’s house that afternoon, they’d made it very clear they wanted their prize trussed up like a christmas turkey, and Sunset was happy to oblige (or, more accurately, command you to oblige). Twenty minutes later, your dick had once again been swallowed by a girl as malicious as she was beautiful (In this case track star Lighting Dust), and you were nearly suffocating under her girlfriend Gilda’s grey muffed snatch, pleasuring her with your tongue just as much for survival as to fulfill your mistress’s orders.
As Dust sped up her thrusts (she was kind enough to do all the work herself, seeing as your were busy with her lover), and Gilda ground into your face harder and harder, smearing her juices all over your features, you sensed they were both close, and decided to finish them off quick before you either suffocated or went into a pleasure coma from their raping of you. You matched Lighting’s thrusts with your own, and licked across Gilda’s lips one more time before sticking your tongue in as far as possible, and continuing to wiggle it around. Sure enough, both gave your “desired” reactions.
“Oh god! I’m about to-” Lighting moaned with her eyes closed, before her girlfriend cut her off.
“Already!? You little slut. Maybe it's you who should be tied to the bed!” Gilda sarcastically chastised, prompting her lesbian lover to flirtingly punch her in the back of the head. Undeterred, the lovely coed gave her biggest moan of the day as she let out a similarly sized orgasm, your dick instantly feeling the cascade of juices, even while still deep inside. Terribly pleasurable as the day’s session was though, you were not nearly as close to spilling your load, and still retained (most of) your human ability to focus and strategize. Hoping take them both out both quickly and give them no excuse to continue, you licked Gilda’s clit one last time, and she proved herself to be a massive hypocrite in regards to sexual stamina, as she to, responded with another squawk and a veritable ocean of honey on your face. Whether she lifted her crotch up purposely to drive home to point of your being showered with her run off, or did it reflexively in response to so much positive impulses in her loins, it mattered not, cause while it did finally create sufficient distance between your face and her crotch for you to breath naturally in theory, you were still nearly drowned in her sickly sweet juices.
Gilda and Dust came and came and came on your crotch and your face, and there was nothing you could do but shut your mouth and eyes and try your best to endure it. The two finally came down though, and both had to catch themselves with their arms to avoid collapsing in sheer sexual exhaustion, and tarnishing their dominant appearance.
With your shower finally over, and you began to feel the less arousing effects of being covered in what is mostly urine, you quickly started coughing and spitting Gilda’s ejaculation out in a desperate attempt to clear your airways. Your eyes remained clenched shut as to protect them from the stinging solution, so you only heard the duo first panting, and then talking.
“Holy shit. Sunset was right. This really is best dick in town.” Lighting “complimented” you to her confidante.
“Yeah. s’far as cum cannons go, this one’s a real barret 50.” Gilda agreed, before you felt the mistress level out as she got off the bed.
Immediately afterwards, you felt your dick-sleeve pull away, exposing your still hard member to the comparatively biting air once again, suggesting Lightning was doing the same. Your hands still bound and unable to wipe your face, you instead tried to remove as much of the bodily fluids from your face by wiping it against whatever parts of the bed and your bicep your could reach using only your neck, then chanced slowly lifting your eyelids to assess the surrounding threat. Though you still felt a little pain in your eyes as you opened them fully, exposing them to both Gilda’s piss and the now unfamiliar bright light of the room, it was well worth it to see that Lightning and her anthropomorphic eagle of a girlfriend both seemed to have had their fill of your cock and tongue, as the former was drying her loins with a bathroom towel, and the latter was replacing her pants.
Once they were both fully clothed again, Gilda returned the the bedside, and properly repositioned the two-sizes-too-small speedo swimsuit that they had long since pulled down, the tight elastic painfully bending your hard penis down, and evenly distributing the sticky warmth Lighting as placed on your crotch.
“Sunset may be a bitch, but she’s a bitch of her word.” Gilda acknowledged as she dug into her jacket pocket, and removed a $5 bill. “You’re worth every penny, kiddo.” stuffing your mistress's fee into your underwear, the rough paper only adding to the discomfort in your crotch.
Gilda turned to leave, but Lighting was a little more caring, and pickup up the even longer displaced blankets to carefully tuck you into bed. She then planted a goodnight kiss on your still honey-coated forehead, and knowing that even ungagged, your were still too well trained of offer any sort of protest to her taunts. Laughing at her own joke, Lightning followed her lover out the room, leaving you alone at last, even if it wasn’t in your own house.
Nothing that had just happened was new to you. Sunset had kept your secret for about three days, before seeing the potential goldmine in your prostitution, and began covertly advertising her you as the quick relief for any horny CHS student with a few bucks. You were in no position to complain after all, and had any of the more moral of your classmates or teachers questioned you, you’d both known you would’ve sworn everything was completely consensual to avoid making things far worse. Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon were Shimmer’s regulars, but soon enough, every morally questionable girl in town had played out their fetish with you. You’d simply receive a text from Sunset, arrive at her house after school, and do whatever or whomever the female who had paid for your serviced wanted you to. By that point, there were at least three videos of you having sex with other boys on the cellphones of girls who liked to watch. About the only good things about your situation were that A. All your mates, both male and female, had been highly attractive, and being a rather sexually curious teenager yourself, you might've enjoyed most of your assignments under different circumstances and B. Sunset was happy to do your homework for you while you got your brains fucked out. Since you didn’t yet know of Sunset’s true origins or her plans once the portal opened again soon, you had assumed your predicament couldn’t last forever, so their was always that hope that eventually, either she and everyone else would grow tired your body (though considering its quality, that looked to be a pretty long time), or for some reason maintaining your captivity would become more trouble than it was worth, and she’d release you. But once again, your circumstances seemed pretty sustainable, so the best you could do was get used to being the town’s living sex doll and hope for the best.
After only a few minutes of solitude though, the bedroom door opened once again, and in stepped the girl who’d made your life the nightmare it was, clad in (what else) orange and black lingerie that you suspected she’d also commissioned from Carousel Boutique. And though you’d seen her wearing it several times before, the bustiere, the stockings, the gloves, everything about the outfit only made the flame haired belle more stunning, and her in it was one of the few things whose sight alone could still reliably cause your member to rise, which it did.
Sunset smiled at seeing the small tent form under the blankets, and shut the door behind her to approach your bound figure. It was only when she lifted it to your mouth that you realized she held a ballgag in her right hand, yet you still remained silent as she forced it past your teeth and strapped it around your head, ensuring your silence for the night you were about to spend together. Sunset then lifted the covers and slid into bed beside you. Since you were unable to move to give her adequate space, she simply slid her left leg underneath you. She knew her most recent clients well enough to check your speedo for her payment without even having to ask you, and as she forced her hand under the seem to grasp the bill, you felt her silken gloves brush against your solid shaft and unintentionally further disturb the juices pressed against your skin. Placing the bill on the nightstand and flicking the nearby secondary lightswitch to plunge the room into thick darkness, she pulled the covers back over both of you, and placed her now soaked glove on your hairless chest. Once she had properly snuggled up to her pet, she whispered in your ear seemingly sincerely:
“Whatever I’ve said or will say, pet, you’re the best boyfriend a girl could ask for.”
Had you not known from experience what would have lain in store for your if you had (hint: it involves riding crops, paddles, and buttplugs), you’d have cried yourself to sleep in bed with her that night.
Author's Note
My first fix. I've always been a fan of femdom, so I gave it a whirl myself.
