I Dream of Succubi

Life at Canterlot Academy was usually a breeze for Flash Sentry. With his self-made 'cool' demeanor he'd gotten himself a small circle of friends easily, most of whom were interested in music like him, and others who just liked to hang out. Hands tucked in his jean pockets, he wandered halls stacked with lockers, whistling to himself amidst a bustle of chatter from various students around him.

It was between classes and he had nowhere to be for a while. His thoughts were already on the weekend, where he could hopefully pick up a few gigs for his indie band, practice his electric guitar, maybe help get his name out there. Until then he needed to kill some time. Just a couple short hours and he'd finally be free for the day.

Rumor had it that a pair of new students had transferred here recently. A pair of hotties most were too intimidated to approach. “Hey there.” He flagged down Tree Hugger, a hippie who was in charge of Sandalwood's gardening club. He'd asked her out once, but she politely declined, claiming something about 'their chakras not being in sync', whatever that meant. “Er, you know anything about the transfers?”

She flicked a thick dreadlock which dangled from under her dew rag. “Like, not really? They give off some strange vibes...as if under their calm exterior is an abundance of turbulence and strife.”

He turned to Fluttershy near her who ducked behind her thick bangs. “Um, sorry, no idea.” She took Tree Hugger's hand.

“Have a nice day Flash, hope your aura clears up,” said Tree Hugger as the two walked off. As they did however, Flash couldn't help but notice her wrap an arm around Fluttershy's waist...

“Huh, thanks anyhow.” Moving on with a wave, he scanned the crowded hallways.

He spotted the first one drinking from a water fountain; an average-sized girl, her locks purple with a number of colorful streaks, glasses resting upon her dark eyes. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “Why, hello there.”

Taking a moment to drink in her blouse, a skirt that came above her knees, and her boots, he nodded in approval and offered a hand. “Flash Sentry. But you can call me Flash. And you are...?”

She took his hand. “Twilight Sparkle. Nice to meet you!”

“You too. Uh, walk you to class? I could show you the ropes, if you like.”

“Hmmm...” She stroked her chin then smiled. “Maybe some other time! See you around, Flash!” She turned on him, and he would've been disappointed, if the exaggerated sway of her well-shaped hips and buttocks didn't have him drooling.

“Not sure what to make of her. But maybe she just likes to play hard-to-get? Well, I like a challenge.”

He scoured the hallways, cutting through the amassed crowds, stopping to wave when necessary. While Flash had had his fair amount of girlfriends, none of these relationships had really 'stuck' for him, usually ending in a mutual breakup.

Despite that, in his spare time he was still trying to find his soul mate among his peers. She needed to be smart, beautiful, and open-minded in the bedroom. But so far none of his girlfriends had fully clicked.

After several minutes of aimless travel he spotted the other newcomer. In contrast to the almost gothic chick he'd met, this one had wild auburn hair with streaks of yellow, wearing a black leather jacket and fuck-me boots to match. Leaning against a locker with her arms crossed, she looked far more intimidating than the last one, not that it ever stopped him!

“Hey there. Name's Flash Sentry. But I prefer to be called Flash.”

She turned her head and smiled. “Sunset Shimmer. Nice to meet you.” She offered her hand, which he shook. Her eyes wandered up-and-down him. “Not bad. Why don't I walk you to class?” She linked her arm with his before he could reply, leading him along. She was rather warm, and he breathed in the sweet scent of her perfume.

“Wait. Do you even know where-”

“I know a lot of things. You'd be surprised.” She drew him so close one of her breasts, apparently at least a size larger than the last girl's, brushed upon his chest. He realized she wasn't wearing a bra, the thin fabrics of their shirts the only things separating their skin. He felt her erect nipple brush against his own and tried to downplay a pleasant shudder.

She leaned her head on his shoulder. “You like that, huh? Well, boys will be boys.” She paused upon noticing a familiar face the moment they approached the classroom. “Twilight Sparkle.”

“Hello, Sunset Shimmer.” She smiled as she walked up to Flash and brushed his spiky hair. “Sorry, a bit was in your face. Walk me to class now?”

“I'm afraid,” began Sunset. “He's already taking me. Isn't that so, Flash?”

“Well...um...” He let the moment drag out, having to admit they both had their charms, and not wanting either of them to slip away. No, he wanted to try them both out before he decided! Thankfully, the ring of a bell broke the moment. They pouted when he broke free and headed into his class, already fantasizing about what both of them looked like naked.

Taking his seat in the aisles near the back of the class, so that he could slack off unnoticed since the course no longer interested him, to his surprise the pair of women sidled up to each side of him, pressed close like an angel and devil on his shoulders. But which was which? Twilight draped upon his left while Sunset lounged upon his right. His fellow students settled in, the professor welcoming the class while she walked before a blackboard, but he could only concentrate on the pair around him.

Sucking in a deep breath, he tried to relax. Nobody else seemed to take notice of them. Almost like they weren't there. But that was crazy, wasn't it? “It's not like me to be paranoid,” he mumbled. He tried his best to settle in.

Minutes ticked by while writings were scrawled with chalk upon the blackboard. Mostly stuff he already knew quite well. Blinking several times, he raised his head, almost slipping into an afternoon nap. Leaning on an arm for support, almost forgetting the beauties that surrounded him while the session wore on, he suddenly tensed up when someone brushed his thigh.

But who? He subtly looked from the corner of his eye at the duo, and they were all sly smiles. Weirder still, he swore a lavender miasma overtook the room for a moment, his classmates obscured to mere silhouettes.

Just as swiftly the mist withdrew, but this time it was replaced by a crackling inferno, so bright he was momentarily bllinded. There there were brief moments where the two phenomena would mix. His ears perked when his jeans were unzipped, deft fingers removing his flaccid cock from his briefs, the veiny length starting to harden under playful strokes.

He suffocated a low moan. Within mere moments he was completely hard, his tip beaded with precum. His eyes darted around as his heart skipped a beat, but everyone else was busy slacking off by doodling or playing with their cellphones, dozing off, or in a few rare cases actually paying attention.

Despite the fogs and fires which would routinely consume the area, no one knew or cared about whatever they were up to!

Sometimes the digits would withdraw, then return, slowly tracing his now slickened rod. He still couldn't guess who was responsible. Maybe they were taking turns with him, like he was their sexy little boytoy?

“He's mine,” a sultry voice whispered.

“No way,” an equally sexualized voice moaned. “Only I can fulfill his needs.”

“Mmm. Perhaps a contest is in order?”

“Very well. Let's see who makes him cum first.”

“And hardest. Let's do this properly.” The colorful fog and firestorm bled into each other.

He swallowed. It was like he was in heaven and Hell at the same time. “Er, maybe we should-”

“Hush,” the voice commanded in a tender manner. Nails playfully brushed his hairs and a cheek. “Let us take care of you.”

Was it a dream? If so, did it really matter what choice he made? “Sure. Okay.”

Then he felt a pair of palms upon his dick. It was traced and squeezed, his testicles pulled loose and fondled. He failed to keep a straight face, his eyes rolling into his head when they suddenly sunk beneath the desk with shared giggles, wet lips closing around his throbbing penis. A tongue lapped up-and-down his girth, pulling and suckling upon it with gleeful abandon.

Whenever he'd come close to release, she'd pull back, and then another pair of moist lips would attack him. He wheezed between clenched teeth, pre oozing down as he was repeatedly edged, unable to fully suppress a whine. Wet smacks sounded below like someone was slurping up his mess. A titter sounded when someone covered his eyes, and his shirt was unbuttoned to leave his chest bared. He suddenly felt four bared breasts pressed upon him, smooshing upon his well-chiseled musculature.

They closed his palms upon their soft orbs. He lost track of whose he held, almost mindless in lust as he squeezed and slapped them, tracing areola and tweaking erect nipples he pinched and pulled upon between his fingertips. All the while they continued to jerk him off. “God...fuck,” he muttered when his nethers pulsated, to the point where he started to lose control.

“Close your eyes,” the girls commanded and he obeyed. They sunk to their knees before him, rubbing and licking his manhood, until the first warm sprays let loose. He imagined himself coating their faces and tongues in his sticky, salty wads. Spurt-after-spurt hosed them down, an excessive amount after they'd worked him up for what felt like half an hour without letting him vent.

Wet smacks sounded when they sucked out the last drops. Small kisses were planted on his tip. He heaved and sweatdrops rolled down his muscles. Gurgles sounded, and then messy slurps, and he pictured them gargling his milky spunk, making out while they traded his snowball between them. He'd rarely had such a kinky girlfriend in his past, let alone two!

A crazy part of him wanted to rip their clothes off and fuck them senseless in front of an entire audience. He'd make them orgasmically squeal, bend them over and rail all their warm fuckholes, until he'd packed them from all ends with his baby-batter. He'd always been terrified of knocking a girl up, but suddenly it felt like the most desirable thing imaginable!

The bell sounded. He blinked open hazy eyes when the classroom started to clear out. He sat alone, and aside from a wet spot in the crotch of his underwear, he saw no proof the girls had ever been there. Was it all a dream?

Deciding he'd figure it out later, he cleared out and decided to head home. His vision was a little blurry, like his strength had been snapped, but he was left with a pleasant afterglow in return. All-in-all, it was the start of a promising weekend!

While in the women's restroom Twilight and Sunset met, their steps echoing off graffiti-stricken walls. They took a moment to make certain no one was about. “We've drawn first blood, so to speak.” Shimmer tossed back her hair. “I made the first move, you know.”

“But he met with and propositioned me first,” reminded Twilight matter-of-factly.

“Doesn't matter. I won't back down.” She leaned her sizable rump on a sink stationed before a mirror, which reflected a more demonic aspect of the pair. “Guess we'll have no choice but to compete some more, huh?”

Twilight's smile curled into a smirk. “Oh, I assure you it will be no contest once he's had a taste of me.”