Sweetie Swirl Shorts

If you asked Lollipop Bliss... cheerleading was supposed to be done by fillies.

Fillies were the cute ones. The graceful and pretty ones. Words like 'feminine' and ‘cute’ were made to be applied to fillies, and fillies only!

Good, pretty fillies were the ones getting bimbofied left and right, plumped up and thickened like cows - fed the right things and trained extensively in the right ways so they could be big and curvy and star in porn one day! So they could look in the mirror and see big round cheeks, heavy shelves of rippling titflesh, soft and kissable lips... so they could be cheerleaders!

Cheerleaders were essential. Cheerleaders were the prizes those rugged stallions on the field won at the end of the day. Cheerleaders got thrown over some stud’s shoulder to be carried off for rough post-game breedings. The lack of testosterone that came with having a fat little breeding-ready slit between every cheerleader's thighs was - to her mind - the ultimate sign their bodies were begging to be conscripted to the service.

Therefore... a cock... on a cheerleader... was absolutely not allowed!

Yes, cocks... Veiny slabs of brutish, thick, cunt-wrecking fuckmeat... That was the absolute antithesis to ever becoming a cheerleader, ever! It simply wouldn’t do to have one of those things swinging between the legs of a cute, curvy little bitch with a huge blubbery ass, heavy-set hips and plump juicy fuckmeat thighs...! Stallions with feminine curves was as sensible to her as fillies slinging cocks! It just shouldn't happen!!

But nevertheless... Sweetie Swirl was a cheerleader!

If you asked Sweetie Swirl... cheerleading was better when it was done by stallions.

The cutest stallions had the cutest fillies beat, being slimmer, softer, plumper and prettier than any filly to a factor of at least a million-billion... and surely all-female cheer teams would be on the way out any day now. The thigh-highs squeezing his plump thighs, the breezy midriff-baring top hanging precariously from his flat, yet perky chest, and the pleated miniskirt that fluttered oh-so-cutely around his thighs...! Nobody wore a cheerleader uniform better than a boy!

Girly and feminine? As far as he was concerned, those words were being very well taken care of by their new slutty bimboi stewards!

One just had to examine their school's cheer squad to see how incompetent dumb ol' fillies were: those clumsy bimbos could barely make it through the average cheer routine! Most of them were always a step behind, sticking out when they should be in, Sweetie Swirl danced circles around them all! In the end only two of them deserved special mention, really, when it came to warming up the stallions on the field... The aforementioned Lollipop Bliss, and her long-suffering sidekick, Logical Leap.

He could find almost no faults with Lollipop, of course, and he'd definitely tried. Her cheer moves were divine, her looks were that of an angel, and her body? Hand-crafted for taking cock. Before Sweetie had joined the cheer squad, Lollipop had definitely had the best figure when it came to tightness and fleshiness, with the best, most overgrown shelf of juicy female fuckmeat booty ever, probably~! Especially on such a slender frame! That teen queen's beautiful rump bulged out from her hips, so unbelievably massive and utterly overdeveloped off her little body that it was jaw-dropping.

It was like a crime how easily she kept every cock in those stands rock-hard, and cheerleading had always been easy mode for her.

None of this was a problem, of course... After all, Sweetie Swirl had basically the same build as her, just without the fat tits... Just as slim, just as tidy... Just with all his charm packed in his bulging, skirt-straining, cock-teasing booty and monster schlong!

No, the problems with Lollipop Bliss only became apparent if you actually tried talking to her. But boy did they become apparent quickly. Her tyranny came out in how she micro-managed the cheer squad, pushing the other sluts to the back so she could make herself even more of a starlet for the fans, giving herself the best moves, the best moments... always demanding more attention! It was like she didn't give a single hoot about who'd scored the winning point, or goal, or whatever it was in this game... All that tart wanted to do was make that big fat cheerleader rump hump!

Well... that was all he wanted, too, sure, but he was totally more classy about it~ It really ticked Sweetie Swirl off...

Then there was Logical Leap, who was entirely nice, kind, sweet and gentle... But she sure couldn't cheerlead! Despite that chubby nerd having curves he'd plap for days, thicc and chubby and plump all over, she could barely make it through her cheer routines without tripping over herself! You could barely spend five minutes alone with LL without inevitably thinking that bovine body was clearly better-suited to being locked up in a barn somewhere! Strapped it, tied down, and ready to milk!

Most big game days Lollipop kept Logical Leap relegated to the most minor of duties in the cheer squad, spots where her ridiculous udders couldn't get in the way... Sweetie couldn't really fault her entirely for that decision, although it was obviously entirely just because Lollipop took a sadistic glee in holding her back. Being slender and cute herself the idea of the crassest of their fans lecherously drooling over such an obscene figure of pure dumb fleshy size ticked her off to no end. Athleticism for the win!

Putting that all together and it was easy to see why Sweetie Swirl considered his inevitable takeover of the cheer squad fair game. His star was rising... and Lollipop Bliss's was falling as she did everything she could just to stay afloat. She was just a jealous ho, always saying stuff like he shouldn’t twerk during the half-time show. Snore~! He was trying to become a superstar here!

Which was why she'd considered today's game to be the perfect opportunity to win some ground back... and why she was seething so hard he'd decided on a whim to make it the moment he took his cheerleading game to the next level!

In that moment, she'd sworn herself to be his enemy for life.

It wasn't like he was doing any of this maliciously, of course... Sweetie Swirl just felt sad seeing the crowds not getting amped up, and had been trying to inject a little more energy into the performance by going off-script just a teensy bit. Just showing what he was really capable of.

And in a positively apocalyptic display of femboy booty-cheek clap-clap-clapping, he'd done exactly that. Within minutes his numerous fangirls in the stands - students and teachers alike - had been outright zeroed on the half-time show. Thoughts of the game faded to a dull, distant memory as female hormones hijacked a hundred or more brains worse than any testosterone-fueled stallion could ever be. They cried out, desperate for his attention, totally ignoring all the musclebound brutes on the field as they pleaded for so much as a single glance from his perfect eyes, a tilt of his sweetly-soft mouth... within minutes that same audience was reduced to a bunch of horny female chimps roaring over the sight of his skirt riding up, exposing the wobbling of his outright-clapping cheeks in back... and the obscene sight of his low-swinging cock straining his overly-tight pair of panties all the way down to his knees in front! The fillies had gone hysterical as Sweetiemania gripped the crowd, those femboy-crazed floozies making everypony else jealous as they screamed his name hysterically.

Satisfied, smug even, Sweetie had just kept on with his carefully-choreographed dances, while Lollipop Bliss stood frozen beside him, looking like she was going to be sick. The look on her face was a mixture of agony and confusion as she tried to understand why everypony was looking at a colt instead of her!

Really, he couldn't help but flash her an indulgent smile. To think if she'd had her way, he would've been at the back of the cheer squad, a timidly-posed little backup member. Supporting her, while she commanded the crowd's attention.

Yeah. Sounded super lame, tee-bee-aych!

And just why would he listen to her... when everypony else was so eager to cheer him on?

In fact, Sweetie Swirl had planned something really daring to end the set - the kind of show that would cement him as the cheer team #1! He'd gotten the idea from watching Lollipop Bliss’s routines - doing her thing, twirling her body manner that he knew was meant to drive all the boys in the crowd wild, and get all the ladies jealous... hell, it was even kinda working on him, or would have, if she wasn't such a bitch! But whereas every other guy just watched the way her butt bounced, he’d studied her moves, getting every one of them down in his head, thinking about newer, cuter twists he could put out with them.

And at the end of her set, the perfect opportunity presented itself. The flick of her hips, the shake of the pom-poms. The cheer shout. And then her signature - that was what he'd prey upon.

It happened so quickly. The team scored again, those burly bulls snatching a point in whatever dumb game they were playing, allowing them to start the real performance! "Rah!", followed by a shake of the hips. "Rah!", and a twirl. "Go, Stallions!", Pom-poms out for a shake, hips wagging all the while. And then, to finish, the move that drove the guys wild - she jumped up into the air with a flourish, doing the splits midway!

Except Sweetie Swirl was suddenly behind her when she rocketed skywards, hands around her hips, keeping the cutie aloft... poised directly over the raging horsecock erection currently tenting his ultra-thin panties, pushing his skirt so far up it was rendered as useless as a belt! She stiffened in place, barely able to make a “Hrkk - !” sound before a rampaging breedshaft was rubbing between her thighs... and her pussy juice began to instinctively run down Sweetie’s length.

He let go. And in a supreme display of both athleticism and sluttiness, Lollipop Bliss was left poised on the blunt head of his upthrust shaft, pompoms still raised in shock, mouth gaping like a fish. “Gooooooo Stallions!!!” cheered Sweetie Swirl, and everypony loved him~

She was mortified. The entire team's eyes - no, the audience’s as well - were all on him, on that little brat holding her aloft with nothing but his member. Not on her, but on Sweetie Swirl!

Flat-chested, fat-assed, hyper-hung Sweetie Swirl.

Those meatheaded morons didn't even hesitate in drooling over his heavy-ass slab of cockmeat bigger than all of theirs put together tenting his tiny pink panties, either! They were probably thinking about jacking him off, or pounding his butt until it squirted a big sticky mess!

He gave his hips a little wiggle, with enough friction to nearly make her squirt, before she finally slipped off and fell to the earth on hands and knees. Lollipop instantly exploded, throwing down her pom poms and storming across the field, only pausing to grab Logical Leap's hand and pulling her along back to the changing rooms with her.

The other cheerleaders would have to change their dumb fat asses somewhere else. With a concerned and wavering Logical Leap by her side, Lollipop sat on one of the benches, bouncing one leg on the other's knee impatiently as she awaited Sweetie Swirl’s entry.

He was probably flirting with those stallions on the field still!

She just folded her arms under her big tits, debating just how exactly she'd tell that little bitchboi off for getting in her way... how she would make him pay for humiliating the #1 alpha female!

Oh yes, making his life a living hell would have been pathetically easy for a queen bee like herself. She could make it so he never attended a class here in peace ever again.

But...

And this was a big but...

... She knew in her heart better than anyone that the batpony was a good cheerleader. It would be easy to replace him, but finding somepony, especially a cute filly, with skills like his would be virtually impossible. So she decided the most logical course of action: she'd give him one chance to apologize for fucking up out there today. Just one!

She continued to wait, huffing. Logical Leap eventually said "M - Maybe we should... go?"

"Sit down and shut up!"

"Y - Yes, Lollipop Bliss!"

Unfortunately for them, Mr. Swirl took his sweet time getting there, too busy basking in all the affections of his adoring public to focus on Lollipop Bliss storming off.

Not to say he didn’t notice, of course. In fact if he’d been semi-hard earlier, seeing her storm off in a huff like that really had him throbbing. By Celestia she was sooo cute when she was mad.

Too bad she was probably going to cook up some silly plan to get back at him, one way or another.

And so, after he'd let the fans praise him (sure, they were cheering for the team too, but really, he knew it was all for him) for a good while, he waved his adoring public goodbye, knowing they'd be desperate for more soon enough.

And then, the moment he was out of sight, he skipped the rest of the way down the hall, practically bouncing off the walls with excess energy.

“Yes!~ I did it! I'm amazing!" he cheered - loud enough that there was no way the mares in the changing room would miss it. And they certainly wouldn't miss the buzz he had when he swayed on in moments later, ready to dance over to his locker.

In Lollipop Bliss’s mind, of course, he would never make it. She’d been eagerly waiting for the moment he came in so she could jump up and slam him against the wall. Yeah, in her imagination he'd have been cringing as he nervously pushed the door inwards... hunched over and eyes darting around the shadows... Just the thing to ignite her predator’s instinct!

Yeah, in a situation like that Lollipop Bliss would have had full reign to - THUMP - slam her hand against the wall by his shoulder and pin him in with her bigger, curvier, SEXIER (!!!!) body!

So when he came skipping in with that big grin on his face, laughing to her as he bounced over to his locker... Lollipop Bliss was left slack-jawed with one raised hand, eyes roving along with his clapping cheeks as that ultra-tiny miniskirt fluttered around his thighs baring the whole thing... as that panty-wrapped bitch-taming fuckslap swayed between his thighs.

"Wow!~ That was amazing, wasn't it?" he asked back at her over his shoulder, so high on life that he completely missed Lollipop Bliss’s face like thunder and hands balled into shaking fists.

He really was so fucking cute.

The anger in her chest sputtered. Her heart wavered, like a flame whipping in the wind about to be extinguished.

It would be so easy to give in. She suddenly vividly imagined herself just... dropping to her knees with a pair of tiny thuds and just burying her face in that veiny, fuckstink-laced monstrosity... An entire boy's body worth of hormones crammed into 12+ inches of horny bulldick: it had to be, because there wasn't a whiff of it anywhere else in that hairless, smooth and juicy little body.

Just give in and sniff dick. He's so pretty.

"I... Uhh... Mmmhhhaaahhh..." she tried.

Only the thought of losing her alpha status kept Lollipop Bliss's head in the game.

She finally got moving, storming over like an angry cloud. Her breath hitched in her throat as she pounded her fist into the lockers by his head with a satisfying crunch, pushing those plump cheergirl plush-pillows against his narrow shoulders, swaying her hips so he felt the fluttering of her skirt against his ass... and waited for him to turn around.

"Sweetie Swirl! We need to talk!"

Logical Leap was by her side in a flash. "N - Not so rough...! Or so... l - loud... Umm, p - please?"

Lollipop gave her another glare that made it clear she was not in the mood~

"Eeeeh? Talk about what?" replied Sweetie, doing his best to stay cool. It wasn't easy - the thump of fist on locker had made his heart jump, and the pressing of Lollipop Bliss's heaving bust into his back only made it drum all the harder - not to mention, it made his cock pulse just as hard. It was only natural - one of the most porn-bodied dolls in the entire school was getting cozy right up on him, so close that any other guy in the place would have been green with envy.

That furious tone in her voice would probably have made a good few of them spurt in their shorts then and there - but Sweetie was made of sterner stuff. He had to be, if he was going to become top bitch in this cheer squad.

He had to out-bitch her.

That was why he tried to stay cool - and why he turned around with a sweet, disarming smile on his face. He'd keep her off-balance, let some of that fury burn away - then he'd pounce, like a ferocious fox, and gobble her up!

"E - Erm, what Lollipop Bliss wants to say..." began Logical Leap, sliding in from the side with her hands piled up on those piles of fleshy fuckpillows straining her monogrammed cheerleading shirt to its limits.

"Yes, what I want to say - because I can say it myself...!" Lollipop Bliss glanced venomously sideways, cutting Logical Leap off with a click of her tongue that bordered on sadistic, " - is a little tart like you needs to start knowing his place! A little sissy! A bitchboi!”

She was really close now. Sizable fuckmelons plumped right on top of his lithe, athletic frame and lips so close they risked a kiss. Her crotch and his cock smooching like lovers, or they would have been if not for that skirt fluttering around her thighs: she didn't have a monstrous log of flesh to lift hers uselessly up like he did, after all~

She was so perfect... So much to appreciate, touch, taste, smell... Curves stacked on curves for any stallion to sink right into, it was no wonder she was the most desired honey in their academy. Deliciously feminine and plump and soft in every way that mattered, a sculpted trophy for the players that was ripe... and ready for babymaking.

Too bad listening to her was such a chore.

"We only brought a colt onto this cheerleading team out of pure pityYou were just sooo sad and sooo desperate to fit in with the cool kids... got it?"

But Lollipop Bliss was already smirking, head spinning with naughty thoughts. "In fact, maybe you need a reminder... Maybe I'll let you off... if you get down on your knees right now and let me wipe my sweaty ass off on your face~!"

It was a powerful proposition. One even the biggest, baddest bullstuds might have wilted in the face of, with Sweetie being no exception. He was thinking about it, cock tenting his skirt the whole time. He shivered with barely-contained need at the thought of smooching those plump lips, of squeezing that fat ass, of sinking his cock right into her bitchy cun -

Sweetie balled his hands into fists, and squeezed. Hard. He had to focus, and make her play his game. He couldn't let this pornbodied bitch push him over the edge. At least, not until he was buried balls-deep inside her. Not until he'd made her the town’s latest teen pregnancy statistic!

So he just did his best to remain nonchalant, even as oversized cowtits wobbled away just inches from his flat chest. She really had him beat there for femininity... but maybe that could be to his advantage.

Sweetie Swirl gave her a meek look. "Eeeeh? Lollipop Bliss, you're acting kinda weird~ I just wanna have a good time cheerleading...”

He must have looked to her like he was caving, because Lollipop immediately continued to press her advance.

"That’s right! Don’t think you’re above a little humiliation, just because you’re cute! So what if you have an amazing ass... a tiny waist... a soft... smooth complexion... and a big, fat juicy cock!" She licked her lips obnoxiously slowly over that last one. "All any of that does is make you a better seat for me!"

"H - Lollipop Bliss, we really shouldn't...!" groaned Logical Leap.

“Hmhm...” Sweetie Swirl felt like his chance had arrived.

In a flash, he grabbed his cheer top, pulling it off over his head, exposing his soft, delicate body to the fillies... not to mention hitting the smug bitch in front of him with the thickest wave of post workout boi-stud pheromones she’d ever tasted.

“Lollipop... I’m trying to get changed here... " he mocked, fingers shifting to the band of his tight, tight shorts as he worked on getting them off. They were so tight, and his thighs so slick with sweat that they clung peeling away from his slick skin with an audible shlk.

"So why are you distracting me... talking about how big and fat and juicy my cock is~?

As he purred out the words, his shorts fell free, letting the thick fucklog rise into view. Half-stiff from her taunting, it pulsed with need, firing off brain-melting pheromones alongside an equally eye-watering boysmell - creating in those mares a primal urge to squat down and spit-polish him like the dickmaids they so obviously were.

"Oh? Lollipop Bliss? You're really sweating. Something wrong?~"

It was the right play. Sure, getting Lollipop Bliss's meaty flanks on his face would have been Heaven, but... that would have been the end of it~ The divine nectar staining his tongue would give him the most raging, brutally hard studbull erection of his life, but exactly zero pussies to plunge it into! They’d cackle at their newly-tamed acquisition - Lollipop Bliss, especially - and then be on their way, maybe directing him to the nearest toilet to pump his sludge out into as a minor courtesy.

So why not fight back? Why not take these two tight little holes teasing him... and blow them both the fuck out with a cunt-reaming neither of these bitches would forget for the rest of their lives?

That sounded so much better.

The effect on Lollipop Bliss was instantaneous, her pursed pink lips parting as her jaw fell and her tongue followed soon after. The visible cloud of steam, accompanied by the invisible fumes of mind-melting dickstench, made her freeze up, lost for words even as her cheeks turned bright red. Her body scented a viable mate to breed with, and responded in all the ways you'd expect: increased temperature, pussy wettening, nipples stiffening in preparation to be suckled from. She lost the script of bitchy superiority for a moment as she fumbled for what to say.

"What do you think you're doing?!" she finally blurted out, but the answer was obvious. This was a changing room.

"You're really going to neglect such a nice offer...?! Well, don't blame me if your life becomes a living h... Are you even listening...?!" she groaned in abject frustration, balling her fists as she watched his continuing to pose flirtatiously, going about his show of preparing to change back into his uniform.

"Oh? Of course I'm listening! I just don't agree," replied Sweetie, drawing out the final word as his hips bobbed left and right, making his thick thot-tamer clop into his thick-as-fuck boybaiting thighs. For a long, agonizing moment, Lollipop Bliss wondered if he might pounce her, if he was planning to pin her down and ride her like a crazed beast. In the moment, it would be so easy for him to plunge that fat pole deep into her hot, needy cunt, until she was tamed and squirting all over the cold tiles.

"Anyyyway~ Shouldn't you be doing the same? We do have classes after this, unless you’re gonna turn up in cheerleading uniform!” added Sweetie, ruining Lollipop Bliss's fantasy session.
God, he was such a brat. He couldn't even let her enjoy a few harmless fantasies!

Not that Sweetie was really planning to get changed, of course. He could see how flustered Lollipop was getting. All he needed to do now was keep pushing a few more buttons and she’d be his.

And much like the button-nubs becoming more and more evident where her nipples had stiffened up hard though her nearly-sheer uniform, those buttons were very, very easy to prod.

"Hey, Logical Leap? This is a changing room, isn't it? Lollipop Bliss does know what they're for, right?"

"O - Of course I know that! But this changing room is for the cheerleaders, so - !" She crossed her eyes in anger as she realized how foolish that sounded, quickly changing tactics.

"Fine! Forget it!” Lollipop Bliss was red in the face as she turned her full rage on Sweetie Swirl: “It’s sooo obvious what you’re getting at! Horny studs like you only want one thing... So let’s see who’s really about to get embarrassed! Feast your eyes, nerd!"

And then, like magic, both top-heavy bimbos shed their branded tops in a flash, letting loose two pairs of huge, braless funbags with record-breaking eagerness. Lollipop's chest was even bigger than her top had suggested, a real bra-busting set of oversized milkers... and then Logical Leap's must be twice again as heavy! And all four capped with huge pink nozzle-nipples as big as Sweetie’s thumbs, just begging to be tugged and chewed on.

A regular pair of defenseless cows were now right in front of Sweetie Swirl, just begging to be teased and tormented. It was a sight from the cheer-brat’s wildest fantasies.

Lollipop Bliss still had the presence of mind to be a little brash, even though the battle of wills had left her staggered and dazed by now. "H - Ha... Yeah... Get a good look... No matter how good a cheerleader you are, you'll never have a pair of these...!" She cupped her hands under her juggs, proudly wobbling them at him.

"H - Haa... You're such an idiot for not caving in... I would've probably let you touch them for free if you'd behaved, but now... now I'd really make you and that m - massive bitchbreaker work hard for the privilege~! Maybe you'd get a measly five minutes of booby touching after I help myself to every last drop of cum in those bloated cumkegs, hahaha~"

Logical Leap startled, looking at her partner with renewed confusion and awe. "Lollipop Bliss! Maybe we should... umm..."

"Don't interrupt~ I've got this nerd right where I want him! He’s going to be running squealing any second now, hmhmhm~"

Sweetie was caught genuinely off-guard. He almost laughed out loud. Sure, he'd been teasing her a bit, but he'd thought she was too smart to go for it - and certainly too smart to start babbling on about those pervy thoughts that were obviously running rampant inside her head.

Not that he could fault her too much there, since he was fighting to hold onto his. The thought of sinking his hands into those fat funbags while she pumped his pulsing prick dry? Fuck, no stallion could imagine something like that without his cock throbbing, let alone a super-hung stud like him! But where she thought that might make him behave, it only made him act out all the more, wanting to see just how far she'd go in 'provoking' him.

"Hah... Like I couldn’t handle you slurping on this thing...! You wouldn’t even last five minutes down there without falling toootally in love! I didn't wanna say it, Lollipop Bliss, but you're... you're..."

"You're just such a pervert! That's why you can't stop stare-ing!"

He dragged the words out in an irritatingly cutesy tone - the kind he knew would be like a red rag to a bull. Or in this case an irritating boy-brat to a fuming cheer-queen.

But if he’d been expecting her to get angry, instead Lollipop Bliss seemed to love it. She even smiled.

In his cruelty it felt like he’d said something she appreciated, and she shivered when he called her a pervert.

“Oh my...” she purred.

Then Lollipop swayed right up to the stallion, shedding her skirt as she went so she was just in her own pair of panties now, puffy mons outlined in the tight white material. "Of course I'm a pervert, Sweetie Swirl... Would an innocent little filly be intending to use your big... dumb... face as a sweat-rag for her ass...? No, a lady would have to be quite naughty... to handle you like your annoying, bratty little ass deserves to be handled~”

She leaned in and reached out. Fingertips left feather-light touches on the underside of his cock, totally in contrast with the poundings that beast could dish out when it was properly unleashed. She was rattling the cage of a wild animal, and curled her fingers to scratch it when it jumped and spurted unexpectedly. "Ooh~ ♥"

"You're a pervert, too... And a rapist, with the way you’re pointing this ugly fat bullcock at both of us. I bet you’d be raping both our pussies right now if we hadn’t kept our panties on... Aren’t you glad we’ve kept this all so above-board~?”

Things were still perfectly pure and innocent in her mind, it seemed, as long as cock wasn’t going into pussies. That was cheerleader logic for you.

“But regardless, that’s why I need... to teach... you... a... lesson~!" And then Lollipop Bliss’s hand was on him, wrapping around his member and squeezing with sinful tightness right at the same time her lips found his. Bliss kissed Sweetie suddenly, right on the mouth with her tongue fluttering out, before following it up with a little nibble.

"That’s why I have no choice but to make you as perverted as I am, you dumb, silly... And then...?”

“Then you'll be my slave for realsies~" Squeeze squeeze squeeze. Pump pump pump. Her condescending tone was totally at odds with that tugging fist giving him the fucking best and most worshipful handjob of his life.

Sweetie couldn’t believe how good it felt. This was perfect. Almost too perfect. Everything about her wonderful body felt so, so fucking good. Her lips were so soft. Her body was so warm. Her hand was so smooth. Every tug was so pleasurable. He was left shivering in her grip, coming close to losing his mind - and, even worse, his load as well. If this kept up, he'd spurt and spurt and spurt, and before he knew it, he’d be her’s. Turned into Lollipop’s cutesy little boyfriend-cum-dildo, to be used as she pleased.

"Gnnh... Lollipop Bliss... It’ll take more than that to get me off...” he groaned, but it was obvious he was getting weaker. He needed a plan - anything to distract her long enough for him to take control.

"Gnnh... But you know what would really turn me on...?” he managed to gasp out, which got a pouty-lipped smile from her in response.

She leaned in, breath tickling his ears. “What’s that, brat?”

“If... Mmhh... If you smooch my cock, like the - nnnh - like the good filly I know you can be..."

He hoped and prayed that she was pornbrained enough to go for it - while at the same time, trying not to think too hard about how good having her soft lips on his pulsing prick would feel. Because of course it would feel heavenly. Blissful. Angelic.

“I’m not sure you can handle it,” she purred. “You already look like you’re having such a good time already...”

She'd already been giving him that doe-eyed 'fuck me' look, all submissively wide-eyed and with her tongue hanging out... so it wasn't like she could give him an even hornier look when he brazenly told her to fellate that femboy fuckmeat.

But she did~ Her nostrils flared and her eyes rolled slightly, her steady breathing turning into frantic panting as her tongue flicked back and forth desirously.

She was ready. Ready to LOSE to big fucking femboy cock. The self-destructive bimbo looked more than ready to let her plan completely backfire on her as she was taken. Taken and made into Sweetie Swirl's pet and toy. It would have been sooo good. ♥

Buuuut...

"H - Lollipop Bliss... What are you doing?" whispered Logical Leap in her ear. She'd crept up so quietly they only noticed her when both colt and filly alike had one jumbo-sized fuckudders resting on their arm and shoulder.

Lollipop Bliss immediately snapped out of it, reaching up and grabbing Logical Leap's hair. "Come on, we gotta beat this guy! Are you really gonna make me handle this slab of bull-beef all by myself?" She pushed down hard and Logical Leap's knees buckled. "Now get down there... and suck his cock until he splurts all over himself!"

"Ahhh! Oh! Okay! Okay!! Owwww!" Logical Leap managed to effect a presence of 'I don't actually want to do this' for all of a microsecond... before the practiced slut-cheerleader put on the moves, sinking down into an all-too-familiar squat with her hands on her knees, giant tits compressed pleasingly together as she opened wide. Lollipop Bliss watched her friend tilt her head back slightly, preparing the runway by unfurling her tongue... and couldn't help but point Sweetie Swirl's hulking member towards her.

"Sorry... I'm not a good filly~ I'm alllllbad!" she giggled. "But this super good nerd here’s gonna choke on that nasty fat cock of yours for me."

Logical Leap's eyes fluttered back as she realized she could submit eagerly in a way Lollipop Bliss was still resisting to do. She raised double peace-signs and rolled her eyes back, brain switching over to being a big, fat panting sperm toilet. Even Lollipop Bliss gulped at how slutty her friend was acting, but nevertheless held his member's tip to Logical Leap's tongue.

She didn't shove him in though. Instead she waited in awe, wanting to see him shove his cock into her friend's mouth all on its own~

"Don't let him win, Logical Leap. ♥"

Sweetie groaned. This was too much. He'd been fantasizing about Lollipop so hard he'd forgotten Logical Leap was even in the room. Nerds were easy to overlook - right up until they were offering you a proper spit-spilling dorkjob!