The weekend passed without incident. Flash's thoughts were centered on the mysterious girls he'd met, unable to focus on his electric guitar, no matter how often he practiced. It wasn't like him to lose his cool, but he cursed up a storm and nearly tossed his instrument, settling for chugging down some soda and crunching the can which he chucked into a garbage bin.

He went for a ride in his sports car, played some of the more intense games at his local arcade, whatever it took to get his mind off the girls who'd suddenly swept into his life. When he finally arrived home, he tossed off his sweaty clothes and immediately plopped face-first into bed, settling into sleep within mere moments. Luckily, if he dreamed about them he didn't remember it.

However an alarm blared and his eyes snapped wide. He slammed a hand down to stop it. “What? Already Monday?” How had he lost an entire day? And why did it feel like he hadn't rested at all? He stumbled naked into the bathroom, took a moment to stare in the mirror at his baggy eyes, and stepped into the shower, turning the knob and letting the hot water fall over him.

He lathered himself with soap, scrubbing down his well-toned physique, the suds rolling down his skin. He closed his eyes with a sigh, picturing Twilight and Sunset in here with him, giggling while he rubbed them down. Without thinking he started to jerk himself off, fantasizing about taking turns with the pair, nailing them against the wet tiles.

He remember the feel of them in the classroom. Their warm, wet, and tight lips around his dick. The soft feel of breasts and nipples through the sheer fabric of their shirts. “Sh-shit,” he cried as his member throbbed and sprayed repeatedly on the wall, pretending he was emptying his load once more all over their sweet but no-so-innocent faces. He wiped himself, imagining he was smearing the tip on them, feeling a tad guilty about one of his more domineering fantasies.

He toweled off, brushed his teeth, used the restroom, then redressed before he whipped up a quick but healthy breakfast. He decided to skip his morning routine of a run around the neighborhood, still lethargic, and he headed back to Canterlot Academy. Parking his car in the lot, he marched in past the other mingling students.

He walked with hands in his pockets, casually waving to his friends whenever he passed them, hoping he could get through his classes without drifting off. Was it his imagination, or were some of the trophies in different places today? Well, that was easy enough to explain; the janitor, Discord, was known to play the occasional prank when he was bored.

He did a double-take when he swore a clock's hand moved backwards. No, had to be his sleepy mind playing tricks. Stopping at his locker, he turned the dial and pried it open with a creak, the interior lined with a number of sexy scantily-clad ladies. Yet he swore their poses had altered every so subtly, their coy smiles and bright eyes seeming to playfully mock him.

Eventually sex-ed rolled around. Wait, since when did he have that class on a Monday? Normally he treated it like a throwaway hour; he'd read enough books and articles, watched enough videos, let-alone had more than enough firsthand experience to know all about anatomy. Now it had his full attention. Why were his classes all mixed up today?

However when he'd taken his seat he noticed all the students around him were female. Was it his natural charm? Probably not. He expected to see Twilight or Sunset but both were absent.

“Everyone here?” Cheerilee beamed at her class. “Good, let's start!” She tapped a blackboard with a stick. He started to tune out, thoughts dancing between Twilight and Sunset, and all the little bizarre happenings that had piled up today, until she suddenly jumped to talking about different sexual positions, almost ecstatic when she rattled on.

“...you'll want to try them all eventually. Don't want your partner to get bored, after all! Keep it spicy! And speaking of spice, a little dirty talk goes a long way! Mmm,” she moaned running a palm over her bosom. “Breed me, daddy. Make me your personal bitch...” She appeared to space out, cheeks coloring and her face twisting lewdly as her lashes fluttered.

His pants strained. Grunts escaped between his gritted teeth while she continued her vulgar talk, not helped by the girls around him, who licked their lips, bent over so that their cleavage almost spilled from their tops, or shifting in their seats so that he could see right up their skirts, giving him a view of their panties. Heck, one woman was going commando!

“Hey sexy,” one buxom babe said in a familiar voice. “Want to take a ride?”

“Any which way cutie,” said another in the same voice.

“Twilight?” He blinked several times. A familiar lavender mist enveloped the room.

He looked around to see the reactions of the other students, and did a double-take noticing that his peers were all somehow her, their hair done up in various styles, everything ranging from bobcuts and braids to ponytails and pigtails. It had to be a dream. No one could possibly be this blessed! But did he really want to wake up?

The teacher's hips swayed in her miniskirt when she strutted to a projector, breasts swaying under her blouse, and she turned it on with a click. His eyes were drawn to the rather racy slides of herself which were cast onto a huge sheet she pulled down, growing slowly but increasingly pornographic with each one.

His pants stiffened to bursting. “I hope you're all paying attention!” Cheerilee sauntered over, slowly starting to lift her top over her shoulders, until her tits slipped free from their prison with a bounce. “How about some hands-on education?” She scanned the girls around him who giggled. “Now, which one of you studs would like to volunteer?”

However if there were any other guys he'd failed to notice them. The women called his name in unison. He swallowed hard, and started to rise, when his desk suddenly transformed with a clang into a bondage chair, blacker than night as its metal restraints clicked into place, binding him in place. He wiggled helplessly. “H-hey. Come on now...”

Dark feathered wings arose from Cheerilee's back and unfurled to their full plume. “Warm him up for me, will you?”

A number of Twilight Sparkles were all-around him, slowly stripping his garments, and running their hands over his bared flesh. Palms caressed his now nude skin, his cock now full mast, its tip slathered in precum.

Cheerilee kicked off her heels, and undid her skirt, letting it fall around her ankles as she stepped from it. Now she was down to a lacy pair of black panties with a small bow on them, so tight her cameltoe peeked through. She stopped before him, and he reached into the hem of her undergarments, gradually peeling it down to expose her vulva.

Her slit was already leaking, a string of her feminine juices connecting her snatch to the crotch of her underwear. He breathed in the sweet scent of her cunt nectar, sliding away the pair of cotton which she stepped out of. “You can keep them,” she murmured with a hot breath into his ear and wadded them up before stuffing them into his discarded jean pocket.

Now that he was ready she clicked her fingers, simultaneously dropping her disguise to reveal a demonic version of Twilight Sparkle with a dark allure, and banish the bondage chair which made him tumble to his knees.

She spread her thighs, and suddenly seized his spiky hair, shoving his face directly into her crotch. “Eat me,” she commanded grinding against his face. He opened her folds to expose the dripping, glistening pink treasure within, slipping his tongue deep as he could inside. He licked hot walls connected by slivers of pussy juices, licking the creamy nectar out. He paused to plant a tender kiss on her swollen love bud, hands clasping around her wide buttocks and spreading them as he dove back in.

She dug her nails into his scalp, moaning low while he greedily ate her out, driving and swishing his face into her babymaker. Her juices ran into his mouth and down his chin, as his tongue traced her creamy walls which clenched and seemed to breath under his hungry touch. “Mmm. You're good.” She squealed, squirting directly into his maw and down his gullet.

Her fuckholes constricted as multiple orgasms threatened to overwhelm her as he refused to let up the stimulation, and he noticed her copies had also discarded their clothes, spreading their legs as they fondled their udders and masturbated themselves in a frenzy of shameless lust. Standing up when she finally finished, he started to grab her by the hips to lift her onto a desk and take her there, but she seized him by the wrist, once more taking the lead as she pushed him onto his back instead.

She tore off his clothing with a predatory leer, licking her lips as she revealed his chiseled abs and a four-pack. Her nails raked his chest while she straddled him, the side of his penis pressed against her slit, smearing its veiny length with her lubrication.

She took him at her own pace, guiding his palms to encircle her breasts and buttocks, more pre spilling from him while she gyrated her hips against his girth. By now he'd practically trade his soul in a moment of desperate lust just to blow his load inside her. She and Sunset seemed just too perfect to be true, making him do things he'd normally consider madness.

Finally she granted him a sliver of mercy, sliding his head into her velvet folds, warm, moist, and welcoming as he started to spread her wide open. Tortuously slow she took him deeper, a grunt escaping him when his tip pressed against her cervix entrance, her lower holes constricting, until her womanhood gripped him like a vise, seeming to suckle at him.

He groaned when she started to rock atop him. He was normally known for his stamina when he'd bedded other women, but at this rate he wouldn't last long, especially as she gradually picked up speed. However it was almost like the onlookers were cheering them on, playfully yelling at him to cum inside her while they rapidly rubbed and fingered themselves.

Sweat beaded and rolled down in drops down her curves while she bounced atop him, breasts wobbling and swaying each time she drove him into her, her buttcheeks clapping each time he impaled her love tunnel. Her locks rose about her in an ethereal manner, a pair of dark wings sprouting from her slender back. To his sleepy eyes she almost seemed more akin to some primal animal, or perhaps a force of nature that embodied lust.

A number of her dopplegangers started to simultaneously squirt upon them, showering the pair while they mated. She pressed her hands upon his heaving chest and met his lips, locking her tongue with his own. “Cum inside me,” she practically growled, feeling him throb within her convulsing cunt as she edged him.

“You don't get to take him that easily,” echoed another familiar voice. A swirling vortex opened up below Flash, sucking him in and closing after him, denying the pair what should have been a shared climax.

One-by-one her duplicates appeared to blink out of existence. Similarly her surroundings started to fade away. She cursed her rival for playing dirty, acknowledging that she'd have to up her game!

Author's Note

Sorry this took a while, bounced it to the person who requested it a couple times to edit it, hopefully this chapter will be stronger as a result!