Do I Know You?
Twilight wandered the halls of Canterlot High.
“Hi Twilight.”
Her foreign energy tracking device – working name – told her the anomalous energy was definitely in the area.
“Hey, Twilight.”
It seemed the strongest...
Wait...
Twilight looked up. Had someone said her name?
Shaking her head, she continued on, seeking-
“Hey, Twilight. How's it goin'?”
Twilight stared, perplexed, at the boy. “Uh... I'm fine... thank you?”
Twilight turned back to her-
“Hey, Twilight.”
Now, things were getting strange. How did so many people know her name? Had they been spying on her? Why would they do such a thing? It was doubtful they had found out about her role in the Friendship Games as she herself didn't know until the day before.
She shook her head, clearing her mind of those pointless thoughts. The games didn't matter that much, anyway. The only thing on her mind was the strange energy.
“Hey, Twilight,” another voice called, but this one sounded more like its owner was trying to get her attention.
Twilight looked up to see a boy with light peach skin and bright blue hair. With a flick of his head, he motioned to a nearby door before walking to it himself and opening it.
“Hurry,” he said in a low voice.
Maybe he can tell me what's going on and why everyone knows my name, Twilight reasoned.
She followed the boy into an empty classroom. With the desks and chairs lined up against the wall and the utter lack of decorations, educational or otherwise, this room was likely unused.
“What's going-” Twilight began, but she was cut off by the boy's lips pressing against hers.
H-he's... kissing me?! Panic started to well up, telling her to drive her knee into his groin and run, but something else...
The boy broke the kiss, smiling down at her. “I missed you, Twi. How've you been?”
“Uh...” Twilight's brain slowly rebooted. “I've been... fine?”
“I missed you,” the boy said, smirking as he looked her up and down. “What's with the getup?”
“It's...” Twilight began.
“It's kinda hot,” the boy said.
Twilight's eyes and mouth shot open. No one had ever called her 'hot' before.
“I gotta admit, I've always liked the 'sexy nerd' look, and it fits you especially well,” the boy said. A mischievous grin spread across his face. “I think I have to take advantage of the situation.”
Twilight was about to ask what he was talking about but found she didn't need to. Instead, she held out a squeak as she felt a hand grabbing her chest.
“Wh-what are you-” Twilight started, but once again could not finish.
This time, it was his mouth nipping and suckling at her neck that quieted her.
I... I'm being assaulted, her mind raced. Why aren't I screaming? Am I... Oh god.
Twilight let out a moan as a hand brushed her thigh, moving up her her rear. Somehow, he knew jut where to touch her, but how?
Oh my god... do I suffer from multiple personalities disorder, like that movie?
As unlikely as it was, it made some sense. It would explain why so many people knew her. But, no, there were no unexplained gaps in memory.
She let out a gasp as she felt her panties pushed down and a finger brush her other lips.
“Damn, Twi, you're soaked,” he observed with a proud tone to his voice.
Wh-why am I enjoying this?
The truth was, she knew why but only wanted to deny it. She had this very same fantasy many, many nights, though usually it involved that weird boy that always dressed in black and had a strange obsession with crystals.
The sound of a zipper made her heart skip a beat, and she found herself both dreading and eager for what she knew was about to happen. The boy turned her around and leaned her over the teacher's desk.
When did we move over here?
The idle question was abruptly forgotten as she felt herself spread open by something noticeably thicker than what she had in her end table at home. She couldn't help but let out a moan as she was speared from behind.
The boy grunted, slowly pressing more of himself into her. He stopped for a moment and slowly pulled back out a couple inches before pushing back in, getting another inch in before repeating.
Twilight's moans grew louder as the slow, steady thrusting filled her more and more each time he buried himself in her. When she finally felt his hips against hers, she was lost. With one hand bracing herself against the desk, the other unzipped her vest.
Seeing what she was doing, the boy pulled the outer garment off and reached around her to help her on her shirt. That, soon enough, joined her vest on the floor and her bra was right behind it.
The boy picked up the pace, their hips slapping against each other, as he wrapped his arm around her, groping her bare breast and leaning against her back. Twilight took the opportunity to turn her head and bring his lips to hers.
The boy pulled away and grabbed one of her legs firmly and pulled it up, over his head and set it to rest on his shoulder, turning her onto her side. His free hand immediately found the closest tit and firmly grabbed it.
“I'm close,” the boy said, obviously straining.
“Not yet!” Twilight pleaded.
The boy's face scrunch up, obviously struggling to hold back.
Twilight's hand grabbed the one on her chest as she felt herself reaching her peak.
“I-I'm cumming!” Twilight cried.
The boy's thrusts became erratic and wild as Twilight felt a warmth explode inside her as they both fell into the abyss of carnal pleasure, crying out in ecstasy.
“That... that was crazy,” Twilight muttered as she caught her breath.
“I know, right,” the boy replied. “You've never gone that crazy before.”
Twilight looked at the boy in slight confusion. “What? That was my first time... with a real person, anyway.”
The boy looked at her equally confused. “What are you talking about? We do this every time you visit.”
“I've never visited before,” Twilight replied.
The boy's brow furrowed, looking down at Twilight's discarded clothes. “T-Twi... why do you have a Crystal Prep uniform?”
“Because I go to school there,” Twilight answered, the obviousness of it coloring her voice.
The boy's eyes widened. “Oh... Shit.”
