Naomi Stories

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Naomi's boyfriend
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>Be Naomi
>hanging out with Rarity at fashion club
>Not feeling so good, what with Norman being so weird lately
>"Is something the matter, darling?"
"What? No! Everything's fine! I was just thinking about this super cute new idea for the fashion show coming up. I was thinking--"
>"Naomi, you're talking to a girl. I can see through your lies."
"Well... I guess it's about my boyfriend. He's been acting totally weird lately."
>"You're dating someone?! What's his name?"
>Rarity gets in your face, excited to hear the latest gossip
"You know that boy who everyone thinks is a racist?"
>Rarity conveniently starts drinking a glass of water, which she spits out in shock
>"Norman?! You're dating NORMAN?!"
"I know. Super weird, right? Anyway, he's been really distant lately, like he's hiding something from me."
>"What? Th-that sounds silly ahah ahah. I'm sure he's just... er... nervous to be dating such a nice girl such as yourself."
"No, he's been fine up until now."
>"Still, though, don't you think--"
"OMG! Do you think he's cheating on me?!"
>Rarity spits out some chocolate milk that she had conveniently just gotten out of a vending machine
>"What?! NO! I mean--I'm sure he wouldn't do something like that. Who would he cheat on you with? Nobody would have sex with a racist heheheh."
"You know what? Hang on. I got a text."
>You begin responding, talking aloud as you say what you write
"I think Norman is cheating on me. If you find the slut he's banging, let me know."
>"Oh, my it's a bit warm in here, don't you think? In fact, I could use a bit of fresh air heheh. Club meeting over."
"But you haven't told me which stores I should look for lip gloss."
>"Victoria's Secret. Everywhere else is for poor kids. See you tomorrow."
>You slump in your seat, feeling even worse
"But they don't have the cute glittery kind."

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Naomi's Date
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>Be Naomi
>Eating lunch with Rarity when Sherry walks over to your table
"Hey, Sherry."
>"'Ello, 'ello. Say, I was wonderin' *snicker* if you was doin' anything this weekend."
"Uhhh, not that I can think of. Why?"
>"Well, funny thing is there's this lad who's been dying to go on a date with you."
"Wait, really? Who?"
>"Sorry, mate, but I promised not to say anything. If you want, I could *snickersnickersnicker* set the two of you on a blind date."
"Is he cute?"
>"Oh yeah! He's a real charmer, ay."
"Then I'll totally go!"
>"Perfect! I'll let him know. Canterlot square garden cafe at 8 sound good to you?"
"OMG! That place is so romantic!"
>She covers her mouth with both hands, looking like she's about to burst into laughter
>"Sure thing. He'll see you there. Cheerio."
>Weird, but still! You're going on a date!
>You spend your week picking out what you should wear, which lip gloss to use (in case the two of you kiss), and the perfect fragrance that'll drive him crazy
>You show up on Saturday wearing a skirt and classy tanktop with a matching overshirt, hoping your new curls look as good
>You're not sure what to look for, so you just tell the host you're here for a blind date
>"Ah. Right this way, ma'am."
>The host leads you to a table, but the boy sitting there isn't the school quarterback like you anticipated
"C-Captain?"

>"Naomi? What in tarnation are you doin' here?"
"I'm here for a blind date. Sorry, sir, but I think you led me to the wrong table."
>"Mistress Sherry said you would be surprised, but she ensures you that this is your table."
>That conniving little Aussie!!
>You decide not to be rude and take your seat across from Isaiah
>This is SO embarrassing
>If anyone from yearbook committee showed up, you're pretty sure you'd die
>As the two of you look at your menus, the awkward silence begins to grow too... awkward
"That's a... cute shirt you're wearing."
>It isn't. He's wearing some tacky red plaid with a pair of baggy jeans
>"Oh, this? It ain't nothin. Just got done takin' care of my garden. Been workin' so long out in the sun that I didn't get the time to change before comin' here. Course, though, I didn't expect I'd be havin dinner with you tonight."
"Well that definitely explains the body odor. Wait! You didn't plan on me being here?"
>"Can't say I did."
"Well, maybe we should cut our losses and walk away saying we tried, then. OK? Tootles!"
>"Oh, no! I didn't give up a game of horshoes to be stood up! Now, I'm gonna be a gentleman and pay for dinner. The least y'all could do is eat it."
>Ugh. Is he really going to make you do this?
>Well... you DID spend a lot of time on your hair today
"OK, fine."
>The waiter then comes by
>"Can I get the two of you anything to drink?"
"Yes, a strawberry lemonade if you would, monsieur."
>"Boy, let me tell you, I could sure go for a cold one right now."
"Seriously? We're in like the most romantic restaurant in town and you want a cold one?"
>"Well why not?"
"Ugh. Whatever."

>Suddenly, you see the quarterback of the school walk in and hide under your table
>"What?"
"SSSSSHHHH!!! It's Ted! OMG! I can't let him see me! Wait, is he with someone?"
>Looking back up over the table, you see him holding hands with Rose
"That little b*tch! She knows I like him, but she thinks she can still go out with him?"
>The waiter then comes back with your drinks
>"I have a strawberry lem--"
"Nevermind. I want vodka."
>"M-may I see your ID?"
"Did I stutter? Alcohol! Now!"
>"R-right away, mademoiselle."
>Later that night
>Ring ring
>"'Ello?"
"Yer a stupid betch yu know that?"
>"Naomi? Are you drunk, ay?"
"You migsed up my table! I was supposed tuh be the one with Ted! NOT Captain Planet!"
>Sherry laughs hysterically
>"Oi, mate. I knew you'd be ticked, but I didn't think you'd be bombed out to boot!"
"Do yu know how pretty I look right nao? REALLY PURTY! *burp* Maybe I should just go talk to Ted anyway."
>"Wait a tick, are you still on your date?"
"Shut your whore mouth, you Australian... British... feck I can never remember which one you are."
>"Maybe you should just head home before you end up makin' a mug out of yourself, ay."
"But Ted is so hooooot!"
>You begin crying
"Plus Rose knew the whole time that I like him, but she goes out with him anyway, and now I wonder if I can ever trust anyone again."
>"Naomi, I need you to pull your head in for a minute."
"Don't tell me what to do you... you... you Scottish slut!"
>"Oi! No need to be a knocker!"
"What does that evn mean? Are you talking about my boobs? Gross!"
>You hang up the phone
>The next thing you remember is waking up in a tractor
"What? OMG!"
>You look outside and see Isaiah working on his garden
>"Mornin'!"
"Isaiah, I'm not going to sugarcoat this. Did we have sex last night?"
>"You kiddin'? How do you expect a guy to sleep with a lady then look Jesus in the face the next day."
>What day was it anyway? Sunday?
>Oh crap.
>"So you want me to drive you to church?"

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BAN'd from Canterlot High
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>Be Naomi
>At a party alone, because despite your best efforts, all your friends are busy talking with someone else
>Awkward af
>Please no. Don't let me become Norman.
>Wander off into the kitchen to grab some more booze
>tfw you're really a raging alcoholic
>such a good feel
>not such a good feel in the morning
>suddenly, Brad walks over
>Oh, crap! Did he put something in my drink?
>OK, just do the alphabet backwards.
>Z... seriously, this is hard enough to do when sober!
>"Hey, Naomi."
"Hey, Brad!"
>Wow, that came off kinda flirty
>"You with anyone tonight?"
"Depends on who's askin'."
>Hmm. Turns out flirting with Brad is more fun than you thought it'd be
>"Hue. Right on, so how you enjoyin' this party?"
>Well, I've already started. Why stop?
"It'd be better if you and me had somewhere to talk without all the noise."
>You can see Brad's erection through his jeans
>Mmmmm.
>You take him to a vacant bedroom
>The two of you make small chitchat
>Brad tries not to move too fast and you're trying to not look like a slut
>Even though you're already hot and bothered anyway
>"Namoi, can I ask you something?"
"Blue, 34C, trimmed."
>He gawks at you for a minute, visibly trying to push back his arousal
>You giggle with a half-lidded smile
>Flirting is WAY more fun when you're drunk!
>"No, I wanted to ask about Norman. Are you two..."
"Pssh. No. I felt bad for the guy and thought... by dating him, I was kinda doing an act of service. You know, we never even kissed."
>"Really?"
"To be honest..."
>You grab Brad's hand
"I've never kissed anybody. Well..."
>You bring your lips closer to Brad's
"Not that I can remember, at least."

>Oh, who are you kidding? You're 15. You've never kissed anyone period...
>[spoiler]...that you remember[/spoiler]
>"So what you're saying is that--"
"Oh, shut up and kiss me."
>You press your lips against his, and Brad's arms are suddenly wrapping around you
>They make you feel safe while your mouth makes you feel powerful
>You drape your arms over Brad's shoulder and around his neck
>His tongue enters your mouth, and suddenly it's a battle to see who can be more dominant
>You lead him down onto the bed, still violently kissing each other
>Your crotches begin to grind tenderly against each other
>Sitting up, you cross your arms, reach down and pull your dress over your head
>Brad begins kissing the crook in your neck, causing you to breathe audibly and making your downstairs area begin to drip
>You reach down and grab Brad's jeans, fiddling with the button and zipper until you get them loose
>Brad takes off his jacket and shirt
>O bby since when did he get a six-pack?
>As you stop to stare at his body, he slides his jeans down, revealing his shaft poking up out of his Old Spice boxers
>You reach down, pulling the top down just far enough to where you can gently grab hold of his shaft
>He squeezes his eyes closed, exhaling at the soft touch of your fingertips
>While you gently stroke him, he puts his mouth back onto your neck, giving you nimble kisses as he reaches his arms around, unlatches your bra and pulls it off your 34C-cup breasts
>Your hand stops moving, too taken in by your own arousal as Brad has moved it his finger to your blue panties and began rubbing sensually in circles
>If this is a battle of dominance, he's definitely winning
>Not for long
>You then take both of your hands and slide Brad's boxers down his legs
>His finger stops as he sees what you're doing, which you take advantage to really set him over the edge
>You lift your legs in the air and spread them apart, a small wet spot in my panties eyeing Brad in the face
>Brad takes the bait and pulls them off of my trimmed cooch
>Start breathing heavy
>What do I do now?

>You don't have to think about it, though
>Brad leans over you, angles his shaft in the right direction and gently squeezes his penis into your orifice
>You've never had anything other than your fingers in there before, and you're taken aback by how thick his cock is
>You grab hold of the sheets, moaning in ecstasy as your vagina latches onto his dick
>"Good so far?"
"Hump me, you faggot. AAAHHH!!"
>He complies immediately, thrusting his hips into you as your feminine lust covers him on the inside
>Your boobs bounce back and forth as he pushes you harder with each thrust
>Again, in some attempt to reclaim dominance, you try thrusting your hips against his, but you know it won't work
>He claims dominance again by thrusting harder, pushing his whole girth inside you, [spoiler]and you love every second of it.[/spoiler]
>Your virginity is being pounded out of you, and you want it all gone
>You've never imagined being drunk and horny feeling this good
>Then suddenly, it happens
>You scream in hot arousal as Brad's sperm decorates you between your thighs
>Your holes contract, pulling his semen in further
>You completely lose control of the volume of your voice as the two of you share an orgasm
>Each pulse, though, grows less violent, and the two of you are left lying on some stranger's bed, covered in your own secretion
>The two of you pant deeply, waiting a good minute before looking each other in the eye again
>"How did you like it?"
"Heh. I'm exhausted. I think I might need to go to bed."
>"Without cuddling?"
"You faggot."
>You laugh and turn over on the bed, too lazy to put your panties back on
"I had fun, by the way."
>"...Wait, are you seriously going back to bed?"
"Don't judge me."
>As much as you want to, and as much as the alcohol is telling you to, you know that falling asleep naked on some stranger's bed isn't a good idea
>Sadly, you get up and put your clothes back on

>Your friends take you home at the end of the night
>You fall onto your couch and crash immediately
>As you go to school the next day, though, nothing seems to matter anymore
>It feels like there's something more to life
>That night, you try going to sleep, but just can't
>Luckily for you, you're up at 1 AM when you get a sudden text message
>You take it out of the charger and see that it's from Brad
>Your heart starts racing as you open it up to see what he says
>"Hey, boo. Saw you weren't yourself at school today. Is something up?"
>You take a minute to really figure things out in your mind, but deep inside, you know this answer to this question
"Yeah, can we talk after school tomorrow?"
>"Yeah! Sure!"
>Brad comes over to your place a little after school gets out the next day
>The two of you go to your room, but you don't exactly know how to tell him
>"Hey, Naomi. Soooo... Is something... wrong?"
>He has a concerned look on his face, almost like I'm about to cry date rape
>But I don't
"Brad, take me to an orgy."
>"...Wait, what?"
>You pull out some Kahlua from under your bed
"I think I've found a new hobby, and I think you know how I can [spoiler]advertise.[/spoiler]"
>That night, the two of you pull up to another party, hips swaying to the tune of Sexting by Blood On The Dance Floor as you walk in in slow motion
>What this party don't know is
>[spoiler]It's about to get rekt.[/spoiler]

Brad
And
Naomi
'd from Canterlot High