Bully Booty Call

An uneasy feeling washes over you as you walk through the Canterlot High halls. Hours of looking through tips and tutorials has fried your brain to the point you can barely even remember half of it. You try to replay some of the information in your mind to keep a desperate grip on it, but the anxiety in your gut pokes at you that it won't be enough come Thursday. You take in a few deep breaths and subconsciously practice a few tongue motions you saw online, but without some real practice they wouldn’t be worth much. You had a feeling Sunset won't have the patience to help you through that process either.

You run your hands through your new haircut and sigh. The effort has to be worth something, right? The sting of Sunset's insults still rattles in your skull. The fleeting dream of a satisfied mistress soothes your worries, but it'll probably be a while before that kind of praise comes your way. Your eyes settle down the hallway towards your next class to get your mind off of things. Can't really learn anymore until after school anyway. Unfortunately, a tug on your collar tells you it's time to shine or feel that familiar sting again.

Your breath catches in your throat as Sunset yanks you back to lock eyes with her. That teal gaze pierces you straight to your soul and makes you rethink every decision you've made in your life. Her expression seems almost... frustrated? You blink in surprise, waiting as she scans you up and down.

“Hmm. You actually got a haircut. A slight improvement but not by much. I should’ve known better than to let you pick.”

Her haughty tone leaves you on edge. You gulp. “I can go back this afternoon if you–”

Sunset yanks on your collar again until you're stumbling through the hall and into the girl's bathroom. “Shut up. It’s time for a pop quiz.”

Before you can regain your footing, you hear the metallic thunk of the door lock twisting behind you. Sunset's frustration turns into a sly smile as she stares you down with some predatory intent.

“Pop quiz?” you ask, as Sunset places a hand on your lower back and pushes you towards the stalls.

“Yeah, pop quiz. We’re going to see if you actually put any effort in at all, or if I need to whip you into shape even more. Now go,” Sunset says with a particularly harsh push.

You nod and march to her lead to the handicap stall, a sigh of relief leaving you once you can see they’re all empty.

You look around, then back to her as she glares at you expectantly. “What should I…?”

She doesn’t say a word, just flips her wrist with a pointed finger down to the floor. You give her a firm nod and grab onto the rail to ease yourself down to the floor on your knees before her.

“Well look at that, you’re actually learning. You might not be a chore to have around after all.”

Your heart soars at the thin praise and you can’t help but let a smile slip onto your lips as Sunset’s hands ride up her thighs. You draw in a nervous breath as you watch her skirt hike until the thin black fabric of her panties emerges. She impatiently drags them down her thighs until they rest in a wad at the top of her boots.

With her panties resting around her legs, the aroma of her wet pussy immediately overwhelms you and sends a jolt of excitement through your torso. Your breathing becomes quick in anticipation and your heart beats harder to keep up. Trapped between the tile wall and Sunset, you already know what she wants you to do.

You do your best to ignore the painful yearning of your member as it presses tight against your pants and lean forward. Sunset’s silky skin glides under your fingertips as you raise her skirt and inch forward. The smell of her musk quickly becomes the only thing you can think of once there’s nothing between your tongue and her folds. You take a deep breath to calm your nervous heart and try to remember all the tutorials and tips you’d poured over like studying for the most important final of your life.

You lean forward and the scent of her wetness is intoxicating. In an instant your pants tighten even more until the zipper feels like razorwire holding you back. Through the shade of her skirt you can make out the beautifully smooth skin of her folds, only interrupted by the eager pink glistening in the dim light. The momentary reverence of her pussy doesn't go unnoticed. Sunset eager gaze turns to a glare and you're quick to correct your mistake. You lurch forward and settle in, letting the soft skin settle against your lips. Sunset lets out a surprised gasp as soon as your tongue rests against her clit.

A gentle brush to start elicits a soft sigh out of Sunset. Hearing her otherwise harsh and domineering voice take that turn is almost angelic. You plant your lips around her clit to envelop it in warmth as your trace a few circles into Sunset’s clit.

“There you go…” she says under her breath as she braces herself against the wall.

You almost smile at the praise, but there's no time to savor it. You think back to the hours of study and try to make out the most important bits. Every angle of attack around her button with a trace of your tongue, drawing the alphabet or whatever motion could pop into your mind as you could feel her throbbing with excitement through her folds. The aroma of her growing wetness overwhelms you enough that you falter in a few strokes and break away. Your cock presses against your pants so hard you feel it grow sore and have to shift positions, but nothing helps. The animalistic part of your brain yearns to grab Sunset and experience last Thursday all over again, but a sharp pain shooting through your scalp brings you back to your senses. Sunset jerks your head back by your hair to meet her eyes.

“I didn’t tell you that you could stop,” she says, her biting tone returning, even if a bit breathy.

You look up to those piercing teal eyes and give her a nod. It’s all you can do to ignore the uncomfortable pain in your groin, but you push on for her. This time you lean in even further to give her a few long, loving licks across her folds, tasting the full tang of her arousal before you arrive back at her swollen clit. This time you properly brace yourself by sliding your hands up her silky thighs and pulling yourself in. Your lips plant themselves around your target and you get back to work to give Sunset everything she wants.

The subtle sighs gain volume until Sunset’s soft moans echo throughout the bathroom. Her grip on your hair becomes tighter with every stroke while her other hand makes sure her shaky stance doesn’t send her toppling over. At the end of every lick and rotation, you can feel Sunset’s hold on you loosen for a moment and her legs shudder. You want to smile at your accomplishment, but don’t dare move your lips away from their target.

Sunset’s weight shifts as she lets her head fall back. Her once soft, steady moans turned into an obvious struggle to not alert everyone in the hallway what was happening. From the obscured view under her skirt, you could just barely make out her biting her lip before putting a hand over her mouth to groan into it. Sensing some weakness, you push in harder, making sure to gracefully lick against the hood of her clit to get at the supple yearning button below. Every caress of your tongue against the unprotected flesh sent another shudder through Sunset’s thighs until you were doing more work keeping her upright than she was.

You can feel her folds twitch under your tongue. Her clenching against your efforts grows stronger and the growing heat coming off of her sex is intense. The aroma is so intense you can barely see straight anymore, but to stop now in a moment of weakness would likely spell your doom. You shift again to try to ignore the sharp pain of your contained cock, but to no avail. You feel your mind faltering but do your best to keep Sunset on track no matter what, but you aren’t sure how much longer you can realistically last.

Sunset’s subtle shudders turned into harsh jerks every time her clit got some real attention. With every stroke she continued to lean over to the point you had to lean in to just keep contact. The heat and pulsating throbs off of Sunset’s pussy grew more by the second, and you can tell she won’t last much longer. You grip her thighs hard to keep her in place as you go in for the final blow of swirling her clit in your mouth as you push up the hood. With one last long moan reverberating off the tiles, you can feel Sunset’s fold burst into a flurry of contractions. She jerks forward, almost cleanly out of your grasp, as she cums directly on you. You stop your strokes and just let her sit in the comforting warmth of your tongue, but her shudders grow so intense you can barely hold her in place.

The bursting bliss of her orgasm slowly fades once her deep moans settle into a steady, out-of-breath huff. You keep your mouth on her for as long as you can. Her shuddering finally comes to an end and she takes a few long, deep breaths to compose herself. The taste of her sex leaves your tongue as she grips your hair again, though much more gently this time. She flicks your head away and takes a step back to adjust her clothes.

“Wow, you actually made me cum,” she says as she brushes the frazzled hair out of her face.

You want to smile at her, but the monster in your pants yearned to be free so badly it refuses to stop sending jolts of pain through your torso. “I… I’m glad you liked it,” you manage to cough out as you wipe your mouth.

Sunset chuckles to herself as she leans over to pull her panties back up. “Oh please, don’t get ahead of yourself. Hardly any variety and no buildup at all. It did the job but you’ve got some practicing to do before I ‘like’ it.”

“Oh…” you let out as the dejected feeling strikes your gut. You meet eyes with Sunset and flick down to the obvious boner trying to tear its way through your pants. You look back up, the yearning likely obvious in your eyes. Sunset’s quick to change her tired expression to amusement though.

“Awh, does someone want to get off?” she says in a nasty, mocking tone.

All you can do is give her a pathetic nod.

Sunset walks forward and leans over you, making you look up at her imposing presence. “If you want to cum you’ve got to actually earn it. Just because you’re one step above worthless loser doesn’t mean you’re even close to being worthy of getting that from me. Understand?”

“Yes, Sunset, of course.”

“Good. Remember that the next time you want to give me that stupid look. You’ve still got work to do. Does that little brain of yours remember or do I have to remind you?”

“No, of course not,” you say as you desperately fish around your pockets for your list. “Have everything you wanted right here.” You present her the paper you gave her, with your details written to extend every step.

A satisfied smile slips onto Sunset’s lips. She pinches your cheek and gives your head an irreverent shake. “Good boy. Maybe you won’t be the worthless waste of time I thought you were.”

Sunset flicks you back towards the wall as she turns heel and walks out of the stall. “Clean yourself up and get out of here. Wouldn’t want someone walking into the girl’s bathroom just to find some creep with a boner, would you?” she says with a mocking laugh as she slowly makes her way out.

“See you on Thursday,” she says with a swift clunk of the lock and a spin out of the bathroom.

You let out a long, slow sigh as you pull yourself back up to your feet. You wince as your pants tighten even harder against your groin. Your cock isn't forgetting Sunset's bare pussy so easily. Even in the dim light the image flashes in your mind and makes you yearn for some kind of contact, but finishing the job in the girl's restroom probably isn't a good idea. You slump your way over to the sink to clean up the aftermath. A quick glance in the mirror reveals some completely messed up hair and the light glisten of Sunset around your mouth and all over your chin. Even after trying to wipe it off it clings to you and overwhelms your sense of smell. It isn't until a long rinse of water and a paper towel that its influence fades to memory instead.

A hint of worry over your situation strikes you as you slink out of the girl's bathroom, hoping nobody else would notice. Sunset certainly didn't care too much about leaving you there, so who knows what she's going to drag you into next. The worry immediately fades out of your mind as you recall that red hair draping over you as her naked body worked to find all the pleasure it could. As you limp yourself back to a class you're extremely late for now, any forethought or ideas of getting out of this quickly die at the alter of your excitement to know what next Thursday would be like.