Just Girls Talking Dirty

The usual gathering of seven close friends in the practice room after school on a random Wednesday, running a check on their instruments before rehearsing a new song. There was a knock on the door, and it swung open a second later. An unfamiliar boy's head peeked in. "Hey, you girls got a minute?" he asked in a soft, pleasant voice.

The Rainbooms looked at each other, shrugged, and nodded. "Sure," Sunset Shimmer said. "Come on in. Sorry, I don't recognize you—?"

"Chance," he said smoothly. "Chance Carpé." Chance walked in and closed the door behind him. He had pale mocha skin, a medium build, honey-colored eyes, and medium-long pale lavender hair that brushed his shoulders in the front but was cut short at the back. He wore crisp black slacks, wingtips, and a dark blue polo shirt with a pair of dice embroidered on the breast. "I just moved here from Baltimare for my senior year."

"Ouch," Rainbow Dash said. "Starting your last year of school at a new school where you don't know anybody? That's gotta suck."

Chance shrugged. "I move around a lot. Army brat, you know how it is. Dad's a troubleshooter, so he gets reassigned every year or two."

"Oh my," Fluttershy said. "You must be so sad all the time, making new friends and then having to leave them."

"Eh, I keep in touch with the best friends I make," Chance said. "For a while anyway. But it's cool, I get to see a lot of places and do a lot of stuff. I've just had to learn to not put stuff off if I want to get it done, you know?"

"Well, welcome to CHS!" Twilight Sparkle said. "I'm sort of new here too, so I can relate!"

"Thanks." Chance straightened the hem of his shirt. "Anyway, I'll get right to the point because I don't want to take up too much of your time." He cleared his throat and looked around the room. "I'm looking for girls interested in a casual hook-up. I thought I'd ask you ladies first since, honestly, you're by far the hottest group of girls here and I like to aim for the top." At the girls' bemused stares, he smiled and added, "I know that makes me sound like kind of a jerk, just asking that right out of the blue, but I have my reasons."

Rainbow Dash gave him a flat stare. "Now when you say 'hook-up', you mean as in booty call?"

"Basically, yes," Chance said.

"Oh...dear," Fluttershy said.

"Ugh, it's Zephyr Breeze 2.0," Rainbow grumbled, playing a harsh chord on her guitar.

"Now hold up," Chance said, raising a placating hand. "Hear me out here. I'm not trying to be a creep or anything. It's just...like I said, I move around a lot. I don't get to have long-term close friendships, I don't get to do all the big school culture stuff with the same groups of classmates. I'll be graduating with virtual strangers instead of people I've known for years." He shoved his hands in his pockets and rocked on his heels. "I tried having a girlfriend. Twice. Once in eighth grade, again sophomore year. Both girls, I really really liked...actually, fell in love with the second one." He shook his head. "But we couldn't stay together, and then after I moved away, she got together with somebody else and..." He shrugged. "Stopped staying in touch.

"Then last year, I took a popular, hot cheerleader to junior prom. I was pretty into her, she was pretty into me, and it being prom night, I wanted to, y'know." He chuckled ruefully. "And she wanted to too, but she had a third-date rule for that, and it was our first date. And that's cool, I can respect that. The problem is, we never had that third date, because my dad got reassigned and..." He shrugged. "We moved."

"Ouch," Sunset said with a wince.

"So what it comes down to," Chance said, "is I want to get laid before I graduate, but I don't have time to do the whole dating thing and build up a relationship with a girl and ease into it. And the way I figure it, there's bound to be at least one girl at this school who's down with that. Somebody who just wants to have a quick tumble and not do the whole dating and romance thing." He leaned on the wall. "I know I'm taking a big risk going around asking that, but it's not like I have anything to lose, right?" He smiled winsomely. "Anyway, I'll just leave my number for you girls in case you want to get in touch. And even if you're not interested, I hope we can be friends anyway. I've heard you girls are the most popular bunch here, I wouldn't mind just hanging out sometime." With that, he slid an index card across the floor, waved, and left, closing the door behind him.

"That was...strange, right?" Twilight asked after a long moment.

"Kinda, yeah," Sunset agreed.

Pinkie Pie picked up the index card and pulled out her phone. "He seems nice," she said. "I'll have to throw him a welcome party."

"Pinkie Pie, are you cracked?" Applejack asked. "He come in here outta nowhere an' straight-up asked if we wanted ta sharpen his pencil!"

Pinkie shrugged. "Yeah, so? A ton of guys are only after one thing from girls. At least he's honest about it and has a pretty good reason."

"It's...not like he was creepy about it either," Fluttershy said. "I mean, he was actually very nice..." She played with her hair, blushing faintly. "And, umm...kind of cute, too, actually..." She took the card from Pinkie and added Chance's info to her phone.

Rarity scoffed daintily. "Fluttershy! You're not seriously considering being that boy's—hmph!—booty call!"

Fluttershy's flush deepened. "Not really? But he's the total opposite of my brother, that alone earns him a spot in my phone."

"He came in here trolling for poon, Fluttershy," Rainbow pointed out. "Just. Like. Zeph."

"It's totally different!" Pinkie insisted. "Zephyr Breeze makes your skin crawl when he looks at you! Chance, it's like, 'Hey girls, I'm new, I'm looking for some booty but I'm just gonna ask nicely instead of running game like a jackass'..." She rolled a fill on her drums. "I mean, it's totally different from Zephyr's creepy thing and Timber Spruce's whole 'Ain't I great?' boy-next-door schtick."

"HEY!" Twilight cried. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Oh please," Pinkie said, rolling her eyes. "Timber's the try-hardiest of the try-hards! The only reason it actually works on you is because you're into dorks!"

"Wow, harsh," Sunset said with a chuckle. "True, but harsh."

"Well excuse me for having a healthy relationship," Twilight said snootily, tossing her ponytail and folding her arms.

"Can't be that healthy," Applejack mumbled. "Not if'n you're pointin' yer tits at Micro Chips like you were the other day."

Twilight gaped at her, eyes shrunken to pinpricks and glasses askew. "Wh—what?!"

Applejack blew air through her lips, then slung her bass off and sashayed around the room with one hand on her hip and her chest thrust out. "Oh Micro Chips!" she said in a fair imitation of Twilight's voice. "Science science tee hee! Math math math giggle giggle tee hee!" She fluttered her eyelashes coyly. "Biology?"

Rainbow doubled over laughing. "Oh my god seriously?!"

Sunset raised an eyebrow. "Bored with Timber already, Twilight?" she said jokingly.

"What—! But! No!" Twilight stamped her foot. "I do NOT sound like that!!" She paused, her shoulders slumping. "Do I?" she asked uncertainly.

"A little bit, yeah," Sunset said.

"Oh yeah, totally," Rainbow agreed.

"Only when you're being adorable, darling," Rarity said gently.

"...wow," Twilight said, eyes downcast. She buried her face in one hand and shook her head. "Oh, I hope he didn't get the wrong idea. I wasn't trying to flirt with him, really! I mean, not like that."

"Eh, he's more your type than Timber anyway," Pinkie said. "And actually lives close by, so you can hook up whenever. Might not be your worst choice for a backup."

Twilight grumbled. "Well what about you girls?" she said heatedly. "Our group selfies get some pretty lewd comments sometimes, you know! Especially our beach selfies! How is it none of you have boyfriends or even booty calls?"

The others looked awkwardly around at each other.

"Uhh...too busy," Rainbow said.

"Too shy," Fluttershy offered.

"Gay," Sunset said without a hint of hesitation. The others gave her flat stares, and she rolled her eyes. "Okay, fine. I'm too perfect for any guy to have the nerve to try to talk me up."

Applejack raised an eyebrow. "Really now."

"Yep! Too perfect."

"Eh...I'll buy it," Pinkie said. "If I was a guy I'd be jerking off to a poster of you over my bed every night." She paused, then added, "Oh, and boys are scared of me because I'm too crazy."

"Well if Sunset can claim excessive perfection, I certainly can as well," Rarity said with an elegant toss of her hair. "But the plain truth is, my standards are simply too high and none of the boys here meet them."

"An' Ah jes' don't care about it none," Applejack said. "Besides, lately keepin' boys' peckers out of mah sister's mouth is durn near a full time job."

Sunset laughed. "Man, I always thought it'd be Sweetie Belle who did stuff like that. Who knew Apple Bloom had that wide a dirty streak?"

"So..." Twilight drawled into the silence that followed that remark. "What're we gonna do about Chance Carpé?"

The girls looked at each other and shrugged. "I don't see that there's anything to do," Sunset said. "He's a decent, friendly guy who's looking for a girl to have sex with him and isn't being a creep about it. Not everything that goes on at this school needs to be some big drama that involves us ponying up and singing a song and blasting somebody." She slung her guitar back on and went back to tuning it. "I mean, if any of you girls wanna take him up on it, go ahead, but other than that, it's none of our business."

* * * * *

Chance Carpé grunted as the girl straddling him bounced up and down on his rock-hard cock, coating it in her slick musk as she hilted again and again. He kept one hand on her shapely hip and kneaded her supple breast with the other. Her back arched as she moaned, again and again, sweat-soaked face tilted toward the ceiling.

When Chance finally came, she rode his bucking hips for a long moment before settling down and sagging against him, wrapping her arms around him, her sweat-damp hair curtaining her face. "That was amazing," he said huskily. "You're so hot."

She smiled at him, playful and sultry. "There's more where that came from," she said. "How about I show you what it really means to be a Canterlot Wondercolt?"

And then, to Chance's surprise, a pair of equine ears popped out of her suddenly-longer hair. In a bright flash of light and a shower of sparkles, broad, feathery wings burst from her back. Chance's jaw dropped. "What the—"

And with a powerful beat of her wings, she lifted him off the bed, holding on tight with her thighs as she ground into him three feet above the bed.