Bully Booty Call

Autumn air sweeps across the quiet Canterlot streets. Past the evening traffic now, you can hear the distant conversations of people enjoying the start of their downtown nightlife, or what you could call that in this town. You adjust your jacket and look down at the slip of paper in your hand. A tall brick building rose up before you, with huge industrial windows revealing open rooms in various states of disrepair.

You know better than to risk it with Sunset. It’s twenty minutes before she wanted to meet, but a nervous breath catches in your throat at the thought that this might not be the right spot. What would she want at this old downtown building? You look around a few times before double checking the address on your phone. If Sunset got the numbers wrong that’d be on her, though you doubt she’d cut you any slack for it.

Your mind races with all the horrible things that could happen to you here. What could her plan for you possibly be here? She’s already got devastating blackmail on you so that can’t be it. Your heart sinks at the possibility of being her new lackey, and doing something horrible for her here, but why would she have done such an intimate inspection of you in that case?

Your member bulges with excitement as it takes over your thinking for you. You know exactly what it’s hoping for. You put on a brave face and push inside the rusty door into the building. The crackling hum of the industrial lights meet you along with the constant thump of something mechanical working through the walls. A dim hallway stretches out before you with… surprisingly nice doorways on either side. Each door is adorned with numbers. You raise an eyebrow. Couldn’t be apartments, could it? You look down at the slip again and realize the errant number at the end must’ve been Sunset’s door.

You go to knock on it and think better of it. Being too early might not be as bad as showing up too late, but you’d likely face some kind of wrath for it regardless. You let your hand fall by your side and resign to waiting against the cold brick for a while, but the door in front of you swings open regardless.

Before you stands Sunset like you’ve never seen her before. The usual perfectly-manicured figure and sharp appearance is much softer now without her makeup and leather jacket. Instead she’s sporting a smooth, red bathrobe and slippers with her hair tied up in a towel. You can’t help but blush at the excessive amount of thigh the bathrobe allows you to see. Just a few more inches and your manhood would be looking at exactly what it wanted.

“Thought I heard the door. You’re early,” Sunset says with a flat tone and an unreadable glare.

Your eyes shoot down to the floor. “Yeah.. I just wanted to make sure… you know…”

“Whatever. Get inside.” She waves you in and you promptly obey.

You look around in amazement at the surprisingly large apartment. It clearly used to be some two-level industrial storage room turned into a living space. Despite the exposed brick and piping, Sunset had it surprisingly nice with comfortable-looking furniture, posters, TV, and a loft bed. The entire thing was only one big room, aside from the bathroom however.

“Wait, do your parents live here too, or…”

Sunset’s gaze narrows and she lets out an annoyed huff. “You’re not here to ask questions, you’re here to do what I tell you, got it?” she says with an authoritative jab to your chest.

You dumbly nod at her, even if she is much less intimidating in her freshly showered form. “Good. We know you can at least follow instructions for now.”

She rubs the towel into her fiery hair with an unsatisfied scowl. “Ugh… too early though, my hair’s still wet.”

“S-sorry. I’ll make sure to–”

Sunset cuts you off with an irritated growl. “Ugh, you’re not going to talk the whole time, are you?”

You gulp. Clearly wasn’t interested in conversation. You shake your head for her instead. She rolls her eyes and walks towards the bathroom. After leaning over to grab something off the sink, she throws a little package at you. You awkwardly fumble it after it slams against your chance, just barely catching it in an embarrassing display. Your blush deepens and your heart thuds at the sight of it. A condom.

“Wait for me at the bed. I’ll still be a minute. Be ready when I get there,” she says, not even bothering to look at you.

You blink at the wrapper in your hands. “What do you want me to–”

The bathroom door slams shut and you hear the whir of a blow dryer start. Your heart is thundering now and your cock painfully attempts to tear through your zipper at the thought. You do your best to stay calm, but the excitement gripping your chest is palpable. There’s no way you’re actually about to do this, with Sunset Shimmer of all people, right? You silently obey her last command and walk up the stairs to the bed. What did she mean by ‘be ready’, you wonder as you sit down on the soft sheets.

You look across her bedside table. Various papers scribbled on in her handwriting. Dates, names, plans, thoughts. You don’t dare focus in further, but she’s clearly meticulous about her deeds. A mirror hangs above her bed, making your cock throb at the thought of seeing the both of you in it. You take a deep breath and fiddle with the condom wrapper. DId she want you to open it? Wait? You had no idea, but you didn’t want to push your luck doing the wrong thing.

The blowdryer shuts off. You gulp as Sunset saunters out of the bathroom, her red and gold locks wild and frayed. Something about her in such an unmanicured state made her even more beautiful than normal, but you could hardly focus on that as she glared up at you with a disappointed annoyance.

“You’re not actually this stupid, right?” she asks in her usual, biting tone.

You shoot up off the bed at attention. “Sorry, Sunset. I just wasn’t sure–”

“I’m going to have to walk you through this, aren’t I?” she says as she reaches the top of the stairs. “Clothes off. Now.”

You nod and immediately comply, moving to resume the last position she left you in. Your buckle and underwear hit the floor around your ankles and your dick stands proudly before her. The moment hangs before she rolls her eyes again.

“All of them, you idiot.”
You wince. Of course she wanted everything off. You pull your jacket and shirt off and step out of your shoes, kicking everything off to the side before bending over to try not to look like a dunce as you pulled your socks off as well. Once everything was free you stood before her, anxiety gripping at your stomach as she looked over you.

She shakes her head. “You’re lucky you have a nice dick. A complete idiot and out of shape?” she says, her mocking gaze looking at your midsection.

The yearning blush darkens with embarrassment as you look down. You wonder if the little excess is that bad, but Sunset likely expects perfection.

“Whatever. Put the condom on and get on the bed.” Her eyes motion to the sheets as she crosses her arms impatiently.

It’s really happening. You can barely think straight through your own nervous excitement. Your fingers desperately fumble against the wrapper to get started. The condom is slick and cold, but you roll it down your length without complaint. You sit back on the bed, dick as hard as it’s ever been in your life, and look up to Sunset for your next command. Her eyes trace up and down you, settling on your erect member. The anticipation is killing you as she stares at it for a moment before her hard, unforgiving gaze softens. A light blush forms on her cheeks and she finally uncrosses her arms to work on the tie of her bathrobe.

Your breath catches in your throat as the fabric falls to the floor. Sunset stands before you in all her nude glory, her body more beautiful than you could ever imagine. Her smooth skin flows down her slender figure and across her supple hips. Her shaved pussy is already glistening in the afternoon light and her nipples stand erect at the end of her perky, full breasts. Your eyes get caught on them as they bounce with her movements as she straddles you. The feeling of her soft hands against your shoulders makes you gasp.

You can’t help but let out a heavy breath as Sunset settles in. Her folds spread apart on your dick, spreading a comfortable warmth over your covered cock. You lift your hands, but stop yourself to let her do things herself before she undoubtedly reprimands you. Her hand finds its way around your length, then her hips raise and she guides the head up and down her eager lips until it’s slick with her wetness. Once she’s satisfied, it settles on her mark and she slowly lowers herself onto you.

A soft moan leaves your lips at the feeling. Soon your length is completely enveloped in her warm, welcoming insides and you can sense every little motion and contraction inside her as it settles. The condom keeps you from enjoying all of her little details, but the pressure, heat, and caress as she finds the right spot make you dizzy with pleasure.

You can barely keep yourself upright as Sunset finally gets every last inch inside of her. You feel the pulsing of her clit against your groin and wetness spread across your bare skin. She lets out a slow sigh, her warm breath caressing your cheeks. You tentatively look up to see her otherwise harsh and cutting gaze turn to mindless pleasure as her grinding starts. Her cheeks are red with her own blush, her eyes closed, enjoying the moment, and her lips relaxed to let out the first of her quiet, steady moans. Her gentle touch grips a little harder against your shoulders as she finds her pace.

You take a little initiative to help her along by raising your hands to her hips. You caress her skin and settle onto her sides, but make sure not to hold too hard so she doesn’t think you’re trying to guide her. Her heavy breaths start turning into vulnerable coos as she loses herself in the passion. Her pussy rides up and down against your groin, guiding your cock back and forth through her insides to find all the spots she wants pleasured the most. The flow of her hips doesn’t allow you much room to feel the in and out motion your cock desperately wants instead, but you had the feeling she didn’t care about you getting off.

You take a long breath and readjust slightly to get a little deeper inside her. Even if it isn’t the best position for you, your length still throbs with excitement inside her, spreading precum inside the condom as your hips buck slightly for more. The head can feel the resistance of the edge of her vagina as you push up, telling you you’re getting as deep as possible. Sunset responds to the feeling by letting her head fall back and letting out a cute whimper.

“Oh… oh Celestia… right there…” she whispers as her hips find all her favorite spots.

You gulp and try to stay perfectly still for her. Your mind is aflame with hormones, fantasies, and excitement as her breasts bounce in front of you, framed in a shower of fiery locks. You desperately want to hold them, play with them, lick them, but don’t dare do anything Sunset doesn’t ask.

Between her motions, Sunset looks down to you. She must be able to tell, with your eyes flitting back and forth between her nipples and eyes. One of her slender hands moves off your shoulder to the back of your head and grips your hair tight enough to make it hurt, then pulls you into her. You don’t hesitate to take one of her nipples in your mouth. Your senses flood with the taste of her coconut body wash as your tongue gets to work. You alternate between kissing, licking, and sucking around the whole breast, giving special attention to her tender nipples. You’re guided by Sunset’s voice as her moans get louder with her favorite motions. Eventually she lets out a little frustrated sigh and tears your head to the other breast to start working there too.

You do as you’re bid, caressing up and down her back and sides with your hands, making sure each of her nipples has all the attention it deserves. The feeling of the fiery vixen so close to you, her skin brushing up against yours, her hair caressing your neck, her yearning, pink nipples meeting your lips, all has your length pulsing with its own excitement and filling your lower body with the familiar pressured warmth of an incoming orgasm.

You have to break away from pleasuring her tips to take a breath. The bliss overtakes you and your eyes roll back for a moment as you can feel the building burst at the base of your cock. “Sunset…” you whisper. “I’m gonna…”

Sunset rips your head back by your hair to get your attention. The jolt of pain snaps you out of the haze instantly and you look up to see the gentle eyes of a pleasured angel disappear violently into the harsh, merciless gaze you’ve known all these years.

“One more word out of you and I’m taping your mouth shut. Got it?” her venomous tone spits at you.

Your heart seizes and you give her a terrified nod. “Good. Ruin my moment again and I’m throwing you out on the street with no clothes,” she says, forcefully placing your lips back onto her breast.

You diligently get back to work, suckling and kissing to make sure she had everything she wanted. Her angered tone softens again into the gentle moans of an angel to tell you you’re on the right track. You close your eyes and lose yourself in the work, letting your hands explore her smooth skin and your hips lightly lift into her to make sure you’re as deep as she wants. The warmth and bliss of the moment returns slowly and you do your best not to make a peep again. Sunset’s grip around your shoulders tightens slightly as she seizes up. Her face scrunches and she lets out another cute little humph as she gives one last grind of her clit against you.

You gasp as you feel it. Her inner walls squeeze your cock in a gentle caress. Waves of her orgasm grip you. Her thighs squeeze against yours and she hugs your head against her like a stuffed animal she never wanted to let go of. Her breaths are quick and shallow, catching in her throat with every wave. She cums quietly, but every step of the way you can feel the twitch in her legs, the soft squeeze of her arms, and the pulse of her body against yours. You hold her, continuing your work on her breasts as you enjoy the feeling yourself. Even with the warm, tender caress of her insides coaxing you, it isn’t quite enough to push you over the edge. Even so you push your dick deep into her to use it however she liked.

The last wave leaves her, and Sunset slumps over onto your shoulder. The unrelenting bitch that’s terrorized your school for years feels like a kitten in your grasp–soft, tender, vulnerable, cuddly. You lean into her a little to savor the moment for as long as she’d allow. Your hands continue their journey up and down her back to comfort her as she catches her breath.

Her breathing goes from quick and sporadic to slow and gentle against your shoulder. She’s so still and leaning against you so much you think she might’ve actually fallen asleep in your arms. A content smile crosses your lips at the idea of getting to enjoy this side of the merciless queen of the school, but Sunset stirs with a long, deep breath, knocking you out of the moment.

“Mmm… I needed that,” she says to herself.

Your mouth opens to ask if she needs anything else, but you think better of it. You let Sunset take as long as she needs with you still inside her. Your cock is desperately begging you to do something to enjoy the warm, wet inner walls its enveloped in, but you know better than to take any liberties.

Sunset’s hips give a happy little wiggle to enjoy the feeling of you one last time before lifting herself off and returning you to the world. Sunset slumps over into her sheets and stretches out, her eyes closed and her face sleepy. WIthout a word she grabs a pillow to support her head to take another moment for herself. You sit there awkwardly, staring, a mix of disappointment and excitement still on your face as you look across her beautiful, slender, nude form. Wetness still glistens between her legs, and your cock throbs with desire for more.

Sunset finally opens her eyes to look at you, her content smile fading to a condescending grin. “What, expecting a cuddle? I’m done with you,” she says.

You blink and look around the room for a moment. “Wh-what should I–?”

Sunset rolls around and stretches out one more time before rolling off the bed. “What? What should you do?” she asks with a raised eyebrow and a pointed glare as she stands back up to full height, her bare body drawing your gaze.

“I just meant–”

“Where do I even begin? The only good thing about you is your dick. You were way too stiff, your tongue was doing everything wrong, your hands felt like I was being grabbed by some ape, and on top of that you’re too much of a dunce to realize you should’ve shaved before you came over here,” she says, motioning to your groin.

You purse your lips and look away, a shameful pit forming in your stomach as your ego starts aching from the hurt feelings.

“So, if you want to know what to do? You really should learn how to fuck instead of being such a loser.”

You look back up to her, cheeks burning with embarrassment this time. “Sorry. I’ll do better,” you say meekly.

Her glare softens for a moment, satisfied with your answer.

“You better. Come here,” she says, motioning down the stairs as she makes her way down. You follow her diligently, both you and your member still standing at full attention waiting for her.

“Since I’m sure you’re too much of an idiot to remember any of this, I’m making you a list.” She leans over to the desk where her computer sits, showing you a full view of her freshly fucked pussy, still dripping with her own excitement and red with use. You can’t help but stare, but quickly snap your vision back up when she turns around. “Learn how to eat pussy, fuck, and actually touch a woman. The next time I see you I want you to have a full report on everything you’ve learned and we’ll see what you can actually do. Also, clean up your diet and actually go to the gym. You look disgusting naked. Make a meal plan and a workout regime or something. Also your haircut is stupid. Makes you look like an oaf. Get a new one.”

You nod along trying not to let the cutting words get to you too much, even if each sentence felt like a punch in the gut. “Where should I go to learn this stuff?” you ask honestly, preemptively wincing.

Sunset rolls her eyes and lets out an irritated huff, puts down her pin, rips out the page of the notebook and walks over to you. “What do I look like, a life coach? You’re a big boy, I shouldn’t have to hold your hand through things you should already know. Figure it out,” she says, slamming the piece of paper against your chest.

“Right. When should I…?”

“Same time next week. Come prepared.” Sunset reaches down and cups your balls in her hand, she harshly yanks them towards her, bringing you with them. “Or I’ll make you regret it,” she says with an uncomfortable squeeze.

“Yes, ma’am,” you say through a shaky, tense voice.

She finally lets go and you let out a relieved breath. “Good boy. Now get out.”

“Get out?” you blink.

“Yes. I’m done with you. Out of my apartment. NOW.”

You jump at her sudden spike in volume and jolt away. Her angry glare intensifies as you stand there, so you jolt up the stairs and grab your clothes before heading back down. You try to put your pants on, but Sunset carelessly saunters past you to open the door before you can even get a leg in. “I said OUT,” she says as she grabs your arm and yanks you towards the doorway. You look back, naked and vulnerable in the hall to see her satisfied, sadistic grin. “See you soon,” she says in a haughty tone with a hint of sweetness in it before slamming the door in your face.

You look up and down the hall and desperately try to get your pants on before any of the other apartment doors open. Once the zipper is finally up you breathe a sigh of relief. No shirt, no shoes, no underwear on, and not a shred of dignity left between you and the sheet of paper in your hands. Even so, you let out a dreary, satisfied sigh at the feminine aroma radiating off your crotch and the warmth still clinging around the condom. Before anything else you set the reminder in your phone for next week. Wouldn’t miss this for the world.