Drayden's Shimmering Spelunking

>be Drayden the halfway charismatic highschool student
>Senior year at Canterlot High, hells to the yeah
>You don't mean to brag, but you're decently popular
>Well, not jock popular
>Everyone from Norman to Flash to even Featherweight is your friend
>Your mom always taught you how to make friends
>And Dad taught you how to entertain them
>But, for all the years you've been in this small-town school system, there's always been one girl that kept your undivided attention
"MOVE IT TREEHUGGER!"
"Oh.. sorry Sunset..."
>Sunset Shimmer was in all your elementary school classes as a wee tyke
>You didn't see much of her in secondary school, but high school's been nothing but the fire-haired femme fatale
>Yeah, she puts on a tough act to everyone around her, but she's really a sweetheart
"DRAYDEN!"
>You keep telling yourself that, at least
>She stomps over to your locker
"'Sup?"
"Ugh, my mom had the GALL to take my phone away this morning! Can you believe it?"
>She leans up against the locker wall and slides down a bit
>Her head turns to you, shaking side to side
"The struggle is real"
>laugh a bit
"Hey, wanna drop by my place tonight after dinner? Netflix added The Avengers"
>She sighs
"I guess"
*SNAP*
>Her two peons, Snips and Snails, appear out of two lockers across the hall
"See you later Drayden"
"See you later, princess"
>Now, you can't tell, but that was one hell of a grimace on her face after you said that
>Can't think about that too much, the quarterback just slapped your left ass cheek
"DRAYDEN! LET'S GO MAN! WE GOT GYM!"
>Girls can wait; it's dodgeball time mother fucker
>Later that night, sitting in The Chair in your room
>The Chair is a soft-ass gaming chair with a half-ball on the bottom that rocks and shit
>Sound comes out of the sides, immersing the player even more in the experience
>Makes Viva Pinata all the more intense
*buzz*
>Look at phone
"Here"
>Get up, descend stairs
>Open door to her looking ever-so-slightly disheveled
"Evening"
"Hey Dray"
>She walks in
>Kicks off her leather boots
>Lead her upstairs
"So how's Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dumber?"
"Oh haha Drayden"
>Her eyes close, she thinks for a moment
"They're some of the most obnoxious kids I've ever met! It's a miracle they can walk three feet without falling over their own feet!"
>She huffs
"I mean, they're obsessed with me!"
>Open the door to your room
>Turn around, eyebrow raised
"I wonder why that is"
>her eyes narrow
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
>sigh
>Walk in to your room
>Vidya and movie memorabilia litter the walls
>Sunset likes your Darth Vader chibi the most
"Guys act stupid around girls that lead them on"
"Are you implying that those two knuckleheads are only carrying my books around because they think they're gonna get some?!?"
>Sit down in The Chair
"I'm just saying that guys are short-sighted"
>She sits down in the considerably softer loveseat next to you
"And what would you know about that?"
>Look at her
>Look yourself over
>back to her
"I might have some experience with being a guy"
>She laughs
>It's not that cackle you've heard so many times across the halls and in French class
>It's genuine, soft, and is just as vibrant as her hair
>That hair that bounces with every giggle
"It's just that..."
>get pulled from your daydreaming
"...I just want people to know that I'm important. Having those two around help me get through the days. They make me feel... special"
>select The Avengers
>lean back in The Chair
"Doesn't it ever creep up on you though?"
>Her head snaps to look at you
"...What?"
"Don't you ever think that their praise, their attention, it isn't theirs, isn't, genuine? It's all just something that you rigged, Sunset"
>The tension in the air thickens slightly
>Even with the sounds of the movie in the background, the room feels deathly quiet
"Sure, you can game the system a bit, but you can't force the damn horse to drink"
>Her face stays emotionless
>reach up and push some hair out of her face
"Don't worry though, I always thought you were perfect"
>Recline a bit
"...for whatever that's worth"
>start watching the movie
>out of the corner of your eye, notice her rise
>She walks over to you
>Right in front of you and the TV
>Cock your head to the side
"Can't say this isn't a better view..."
>Smirk as she lowers herself onto you
>She wraps her arms around your neck
>straddling you, her yellow nose presses against yours
>Face to face, you place your hands on her hips
>Look deep into her massive aquamarine eyes
"...you really think I'm perfect?"
>Her voice cracks a bit, full of emotions
>Loneliness
>Sadness
>...Lust
>Smile
>Close your eyes and turn your head to the side
>She does the same
>Your lips meet
>Hers are soft, and taste like cinnamon bubble gum
>Your favorite
>Her arms tighten around your neck
>Lean back in The Chair as your hands run up and down the back of her leather jacket
>Tongue-deep in her mouth, slowly remove the leather obstruction
>Throw the jacket to the side
>She leans back, legs wrapped around your body
>A dainty pinky in a grin cut across that beautiful face, it lights a spark in your belly
>The light of the TV accentuates her curvy silhouette in the otherwise dark and quiet room
>Run your nose up the length of her stomach, stopping at her chest to bite at her clothed breasts
>Giggles erupt from up top
"Aren't you eager?"
>She grabs your face and nuzzles your nose with hers
>Come on Chair ol' buddy, this is your golden moment
>Jerk back in the chair, forcing her mouth onto yours again
>Take advantage of her stunned state, grip the hem of her shirt with one hand and one firm ass cheek in the other
>Oh Jesus it's so soft...
>Her hands run along your chest, feeling every nook and crevice of your decently-toned wrestler's body
>They are... not moving. Nope.
>Lift her pink shirt up past her round breasts
>A simple black bra, thin as ribbon, stands between you and her creamy tits
>Her hands leave your chest, darting to your belt
>She breaks away from your mouth, breathing heavily, slowly, full of lust and heat
>Small and fast, her yellow hands break past your pants' defenses
>Undo the belt...
>Down the zipper...
>Dive into the boxers...
>Cold fingers grasp your throbbing member
>Inhale sharply
>She smirks, squeezing your manhood harder and harder
>Slowly, ever so slowly, she begins to stroke
>Her tits bouncing every so slightly in their black cage
>You bury your face deep in her warmth, teeth pulling at the noir covering
>Nibbling here and there, you find your prize
>Her tiny nipple in between teeth, you bite down slightly
>And relish in her moans
>Lost in her breasts, you take a deep whiff
>Sweet, but tingly to your nostrils, as if it would hurt after too much
>Like the fire her hair look so much like
>Oh that hair...
>Run your hands through its long, silky, strands
>You kinda wanna put your dick in it
>Feel her shift her weight
>Pull back from her heavenly mounds
>She's pulled her skirt up, and her panties are across the room next to her jacket
>Literally dripping into your crotch, she sits poised to be impaled
>Grasp her hips
"Dray-Drayden..."
>She exhales slowly, loudly
"...Make me special"
>Kiss her cheek
>Lower her down onto your cock, hard as a railway spike
>She bites her lower lip, taking it all in
>You aren't rough
>You aren't fast
>You're gonna make her feel special
>Because she matters
>It's tough going, holding yourself from pounding her cute snatch into tomorrow
>She's white hot, and she squeezes your cock like a vice
>Groans escape your exhales, lifting her up and and down
>Little whimpers from her tiny mouth match your strokes
>Oh god does it turn you on
>Unable to control yourself, you lunge forward, chomping into the flesh between her neck and shoulder
>Biting down into her firey flesh, mind woozy and bubbled from pleasure, you can't hear her cry out
>In pain? In ecstasy?
>You don't know. It doesn't matter
>You do hear two little words into your ear
"I'm cumming!"
>Suddenly, all walls close in
>As if she was trying to devour you manhood first, your dick becomes enveloped in her pink flesh
>She cries your name out to the sky one last time
>Her arms tighten around your neck, pulling you into her soft breasts one more time
>As she finishes, your cock throbs harder and harder
>You were close enough already
>A loud groan escapes your mouth
>Streams of cum shoot deep into the fire-haired highschooler
>Overloaded by her and your fluids, her vagina leaks your liquid love
>Panting in exhaustion, her green eyes meet yours
"Hey"
"...Hey"
>Lean back in The Chair, lips together one last time.

>Next day at school, walking through the halls
>A certain fire-haired chick on your arm
>Two shit-eating grins pasted on your faces, you navigate the halls to French
>See Snips and Snails out of the corner of your eye
>Defeat is a hefty yoke for the oxen on the field
>Especially when sowing love and want for a beautiful woman
"I feel kinda bad for them"
>Turn to her
"Do you really?"
>She thinks for a moment, then smirks
"Not really"
>Her arms encircle your right arm, and the school days roll on
>Luckily, with a little more cinnamon
"So you're going to vote me for Fall Formal, right?"
"I don't know, that new Twilight girl is kind of a sweetheart"