Hands On TestingView OnlineBully Booty CallHands On TestingThe Canterlot High hallways bustle with the usual afternoon noise. Students walk and chat around you, everyone ready to be home already even though you all have one more period left. You let off a yawn at the boring Spring school day, not realizing what horrific pleasures awaited. Just before you can face the light of a next hallway, something jerks at your collar with incredible force. In a flash you’re thrown into the nearby supply closet, the heavy wooden door slamming to seal your fate. You shake your head to regain your senses and can’t help but gulp. There she was, queen bee and ruler of the school, Sunset Shimmer. Your heart races at her curious gaze. You look around the room for escape routes, but her fingers twisting the lock tell you that you’re all hers for as long as she wants now. Your mind flits across a thousand potential excuses to give her for whatever charge she has. You always did your best to keep your head low and stay out of her way, but obviously that wasn’t enough. You clear your throat and prepare to give the best groveling of your life. “Sunset… listen, whatever I–” “Shut it,” she snaps, her curious gaze looking you up and down. “Someone in the locker room told me a little rumor about you. I want to find out if it’s true.” You blink in confusion. Anxiety grips at your stomach as you recall the general life-ruining the imposing girl in front of you could accomplish with a few words. Sunset takes a step forward, causing you to instinctively back away, but the shelf behind you gives you no mercy—you’re stuck with her. “W-what rumor? I promise you whatever they blamed me for I didn’t–” Sunset rolls her eyes in agitation. “Ugh. Pants. Off. Now.” You blink at her, dumbfounded. “Uh… huh?” Sunset lets off a growl, then slams her hand against the shelf beside you. Despite being a little shorter than you, her sharp gaze and imposing stance still make you flinch. “I don’t have time for twenty questions. I’m here to see if you’re actually anything special,” she says, her haughty tone spinning slightly sultry. You shudder at her confident smile before she rips you back to reality with a jab to the chest. “So you can either do what I tell you, or you can be useless and get lost. What’s it gonna be?” The thudding in your chest changes tempo. The fear, still ever-present, slightly gives way to a nervous arousal. “If that's what you want...” you say, darting your hands down to your waistband. Your pants slide down your thighs, but then your breath catches in your throat. In all the commotion you didn’t even notice how hard your member was trying to break through your zipper. Just the thought of Sunset wanting your pants off was seemingly enough to be at full attention. Now that it has the chance to be free it flops forward against your underwear so hard you thought it might tear them off. Your face burns bright red. There’s no way Sunset doesn’t notice what’s going on down there. The clang of your belt against the tile resounds through the janitor’s closet and you stand back up for her. Sunset clenches her fist against the shelf, clearly not happy. “Underwear too, you dolt.” She crosses her arms and taps her foot as she waits with a disappointed glare. You can’t help but gulp again. Your blush burns even brighter. "You want me to take out my...?" Your dick throbs in your underwear at another implication here, but there was no way, right? "Yes, you idiot. I want to see it. Underwear off or get out. Your choice." You sate your own curiosity by pulling the underwear down too. A flood of warm excitement pulses in your chest. Your cock meets the air in a triumphant wave, precum already dripping off the tip. Being this close to Sunset with no pants on already has you breathless. Your mind stops thinking rationally and all you can think about is what kind of attention she might give it. Sunset’s venomous gaze drops. You’re surprised to see a slight blush form on her cheeks as well. The tapping of her foot stops and before you can even react she leans forward to take your shaft in her hand. You gasp in shock and your whole body goes stiff in response. “Not as big as I thought it would be. Still, not bad.” You can’t help but let out a ragged sigh at the feeling. Her hand is so much softer than you expected it to be. The silken touch of an angel moves your length around to inspect it further. The attention makes you throb so hard you feel it through your hips. Another drip of precum makes the head glisten in the humming industrial light. “Mmm. Girth is… good.” Her soft touch moves up your cock to the head to run her fingers across the lubricating liquid at the tip. She coats the tip to a polished shine before cruelly abandoning it to run down your length and feel your balls. Your eyes glaze over. It doesn’t feel quite as good but the attention down there is just as heavenly. Her fingers caress the sensitive skin, running circles around it looking for something before cupping your balls and feeling their heft. “Yeah… I can work with that,” she says to herself. She pulls her hand away, leaving you yearning harder than you have for anything in your entire life. You don’t dare demand more from her, but every part of you demands you beg for something. “Is… uh… do you… “ you stammer out, doing your best to bring your gaze up to those cutting teal eyes. Sunset brings her glistening fingers up to her mouth for a taste. The thought of her vicious tongue around you makes your dick convulse with excitement, but something told you she wasn’t going to give you that honor. She notices your bumbling confusion and puts on a mocking tone. “What, don’t want more? The door’s right there.” Your eyes flick to the door, but your mind locks in on the word “more”. A chance for “more” with Sunset? With your cock doing all the thinking now you wouldn’t dare refuse a chance with the viciously beautiful Sunset, even if she’ll likely eat you alive at some point. “W-what about Flash?” you ask in a brief moment of lucidity. She lets out a genuinely amused laugh. “That pathetic shrimp? I’d never actually touch him in a million years.” She pushes you back against the shelf with a surprising amount of force. ”Is that a yes?” She asks, her voice low and as her nose almost presses up against yours. Her gaze pierces into your soul, demanding a response. Your mind tells you it's probably not a good idea, but your heart thuds loudly in your chest with excitement and the desperation in your loins for attention from the menacing beauty before you makes you want to at least see where this goes. “Y-yes…” She smiles. “Good. Now, stop talking before I have to make you myself.” You can’t help but nod to her. She moves toward you, making your heart flutter. Her left hand snakes its way around your neck as she presses her body up against you. Her perfume has a harsh tang to it, but right now it’s beyond intoxicating. Her soft hair spills across your neck and chest, and you get to feel the occasional gentle caress against your cheek as she looks down to inspect her price. “Now, let’s see how long you last. Impress me and you might actually be useful.” Your yearning member flares at the angelic touch of her smooth hands again. Instead of just inspecting, this time her fingers wrap around the length and start their work of stroking you up and down. You can’t help but let out a satisfied groan. The influx of pleasure sends a warm wave flowing through your body from your hips that makes you almost melt into her grasp. If she wasn’t pressed against you with an iron grip on your neck, you might just collapse from the feeling. Her deft grip felt better than anything you ever could have imagined as it explored down to the base all the way back up to the tip over and over. Not even ten strokes in and you already feel like you might disappoint her. An overwhelming orgasm threatens at the base with another throb. You take in a deep breath and steel yourself as best as you can, but the constant sensation of Sunset’s silken strokes is unbearably wonderful. Her hand slows for a moment, giving you a much-needed break as she explores all the details of your manhood. She caresses up and down the thick veins and feels the ridges of your glans with a curious touch. A gentle squeeze to test the hardness makes you jump, but your cock has never been more rock-hard in your life, so it allows her no give. Sunset twists her head for a moment to adjust her hair. Through the blaze of her fiery locks you see the deep blush on her cheeks. The hint of red has slowly grown to match her hair, and between it a tooth shows through as she bit her lip in her own excitement. With her tender body pressing up against yours you can feel her body heat grow hotter in the moment, or maybe it’s just yours getting even worse. Once her hair settles and she finds a more comfortable position though, your break is over. Her hand expertly squeezes up and down the head. Your eyes roll back and you can’t help but let out a groan after the first few strokes. She knows just how to get the most out of her motions and the pressure of an orgasm begins building already. With every smooth caress, you can feel your legs get weaker and your entire lower body twitch in unison. Your cock shines brightly in the dim lighting. Every stroke elicits another pulse and another bit of precum to foreshadow your inevitable release, and Sunset happily spreads each drop across every inch for you. Your hips buck into the pleasure and another groan leaves your lips. Sunset lets out an aggravated huff in response and the grip against your neck moves its way to your mouth to keep you quiet. With her fingers against your lips, you can smell the vanilla lotion she uses to keep them so soft. The connection amplifies the bliss with a jolt, like a plug meeting a socket, and you have to lean into her just to not collapse completely. The wet sounds of squishing and stroking become the only thing either of you can hear. She alternates between long, tender strokes to make sure every inch is still coated, and short, intense bursts of motions against the head to try to get you over the edge. Your heart races and your dick twitches as the warm waves of pleasure shoot through your manhood. You did your best to stay strong and keep the inevitable orgasm at bay, but it’s quickly becoming a losing battle. Through the sound of her hand tenderly lubricating you, you can hear the faint hint of her own quickened breathing. Your mind wanders towards the thought of going even further with her, her own panties on the floor, and sharing this wonderful feeling with more than just her hand. You feel your urethra flare in preparation at the thought. A sharp breath in and you shake the thought out of your mind to maybe last a little bit longer. Another groan, another spurt of precum. Sunset isn’t letting up. Your hips are moving in rhythm with her strokes, desperately trying to extract as much of the sensation from each motion as possible. “Yeah… show me what you’ve got,” Sunset breathlessly whispers to you. Her grip moves back up to your head for another round of intense attention. You close your eyes tight and squirm at the feeling. Her soft touch is more than you’d ever be able to handle and you can feel the first pulses of an orgasm threaten at the base of your cock. Sunset seems like she can almost tell. The long strokes to give her forearm a break are over, and she’s pulling you hard into the finish line now. Your knees buckle and you fall into the sweet caress of her hair. With one final, powerful flex, the first spurt shoots out unceremoniously onto the concrete floor. Sunset mercilessly pulls her hand away and watches in awe as you convulse and coat the floor with your seed. The cold, cruel air is like a punch to the gut in comparison to her angelic touch. The intense highs of what would’ve been the most amazing orgasm of your life are cut short by the lack of attention. You wince at the spasms and soreness as your dick desperately tries to find some contact to empty itself onto but to no avail. As the last rope pathetically propels out of you, you’re left panting and yearning for so much more. Sunset offers no aid in your plight aside from one last squeeze against your mouth before she pulls herself away. Your vision is blurry and your whole world is spinning as you grasp at the shelf behind you for some semblance of balance. Sunset lets off a quick laugh at the sight before thoroughly wiping her hand on your shirt. “Lasted longer than I thought. Yeah, you’ll do nicely,” Sunset says, her normal haughty tone returning. You’d be proud of your accomplishment if you could properly stand. Once your breath is finally caught and you’ve regained some kind of lucidity, you look up to those piercing teal eyes and see a satisfied smile on Sunset’s cheeks. The moment hangs in limbo as you look at each other. The ruined orgasm left a hole of desire in you you desperately want to fill now. Sunset’s satisfied smile turns to a raised eyebrow at your likely obvious disappointed expression. “Don’t get any ideas. put your pants back on. That’s all you're getting.” You lethargically comply. Your rock-hard member wants anything but to be put back into containment, but you know there’s no use begging the stone-cold bitch before you. As your waistband slips back into place, you make a shaky attempt to stand back up to full height. You take in one last long breath. “So… uh…” You say, rubbing the back of your neck as you wonder where things are supposed to go from here. Sunset pulls out a piece of paper and a pen from her jacket and scribbles something down on it while shaking her head. “This will work better if I don’t have to listen to you talk.” She slams the note into your chest, leaving you little time to grab it before she pulls away. “Meet me here on Thursday afternoon at six thirty. Show up late and you’ll have a better chance with the next oncoming truck than you will with me, got it?” You look down at the slip of paper. An address in town? You open your mouth to say something but quickly think better of it. You give Sunset a quick nod and that seems to satisfy her. “Great.” With one hand she grabs you by the collar and the other undoes the lock and opens the door. “And if you even think about telling anyone what happened here? I’ll make sure the entire school thinks that you have a nasty habit of doing this,” she says, pointing to the mess you made on the floor “after stealing other people’s underwear out of the locker room.” Her hand motions to the shelf. Sure enough, the shelf the lovely little monster just pinned you against had several pairs of assorted underwear you hadn’t noticed before. Your heart sinks at the dirt she just made up for you, but you’re trapped now. “W-wouldn’t dream of it,” you managed to stammer out. “Good boy. Now get lost,” she says as she unceremoniously shoves you out of the doorway. She puts on a fake smile and a confident, venomous tone. “See you on Thursday,” she says with an accompanying slam of the door.
The First RideView OnlineBully Booty CallThe First RideAutumn 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.
Pop QuizView OnlineBully Booty CallPop QuizAn 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.
