Lunchtime at Canterlot High School since Twilight Sparkle first appeared has changed significantly. The once separate cliques now blend with one another like streams joining a river. That’s not to say that there aren’t still moments when like-minded individuals get together, like today, with Cherry Crash, Valhallen, Thunderbass and the rest of the Rockers gathered around a single table and catching up.

Most of the table is in good spirits, save for one: Flash Sentry. It might be that he’s brooding over the next song his band will perform, but he seems more concerned than stressed. As the blue-haired guitarist raps his fingers against the table a few times, Cherry finally turns to him and sighs. “Flash, what the heck is eating you? You’re totally thrashing to positive atmosphere we’ve got going on?”

“Ugh?” is the best Flash can manage at first. He quickly recovers and, after shaking his head, speaks again. “Sorry, I’ve just got a lot on my mind. Feels like things are out of place, you know?”

A line of shaking heads and a round of negative responses causes the guitarist to sink into his seat with a frown. Reaching out, the pale punk pats his shoulder. “I get it, Twilight Sparkle’s back in school and somehow everything gets weird whenever she’s around.” Cherry lifts a finger and grins, “But, if you think about it, she’s been here a while now and nothing’s different. So we shouldn’t be worried, right?”

Flash nods but is cut off by a quiet click-clacking sound approaching their table before he can reply. The Rockers look up just in time to see Lyra Heartstrings drop her palm onto the table and grin out at them. “Hello, my musical buddies!”

The minty-headed girl’s tone matches her predatory smirk perfectly. Cherry and Mystery both shoot her scowling looks, while the boys, despite their best efforts, end up gawking at her. It isn’t really any surprise though, considering that Lyra Heartstrings is one of the most built girls in the school, outside of the Rainbooms.

Big, bulging, braless breasts, bound only by a tight fitting, one-shoulder top that does an excellent job of hiding most of her cleavage, while failing miserably at covering her underbust. Aside from her tremendous tits, the rest of her body is slim and taut, seemingly befitting a classical musician; long limbs and fingers, smooth shoulders and middle, and a neck that seemingly demands a graceful appearance at all times. Her face is somewhat out of place, make-up layered and hair styled in a way that’s just trashy enough, but only serves to accent the sharp distinction between how her body is built, and what she enjoys doing with it. Of course, such subtleties are lost when one considers Lyra below the waist.

To put it simply, the girl is all ass and hips, and she knows it. Why else would she wear hip hugging underwear that rises up over her skirt, and then wedges itself tight down between her thighs? Not that anybody would know the second part, save for the fact that her skirt is anything but; a short, pleated affair that exists solely to wrap around the widest part of her hips and put every other part of it on display. Her legs, while not matching her arms in delicate slimness, still taper inward quickly, ending in a pair of dainty, high-heel clad feet.

To be blunt, she’s sex on legs, and the way her tongue is lavishing her lower lip, well…

“Hello, Lyra,” Mystery all but spits, tucking a bit of hair behind her ear. “What brings you out of the classical music room? I thought lunchtime was when you went down on Bonnie?”

“Oh, I do!” the plucky girl says, completely unfazed by Mystery’s implications. “But, BonBon’s feeling a little hungry today, and told me to get her something a little extra.” Bringing a hand to her belly, the minty girl laughs. “Truth be told, I could use a taste myself.”

The girls visibly relax, though they do whisper a few choice words including ‘idiot’, ‘airhead’, ‘slut’ and ‘bimbo’ to one another as Lyra puts her hands behind her back and looks around. After her third time glancing over the table, and finally tearing his eyes away from the girl’s obviously outlined cooch, Flash puts on a strained smile and looks up at her. “So, anything we can help with?”

“GASP!” Lyra squeals. “I didn’t think you’d ever ask; I was totally getting a crick in my back too.” Grumbling a little, she squirms in place, pushing her already bulging boobs out further for a brief moment. The girls glare at one another before Lyra butts back in. “Anywho, me and Bonnie are looking for something specific and when she told me what it was, well, you guys were the first ones I thought of to get it from.”

“Get what?” Flash ask for the table.

Putting her palms on the table again, Lyra leans towards Flash’s face and grins, whispering, “A Vitamin D injection.”

The table goes quiet as they consider that for a moment. Then, one by one, it dawns on them what the minty girl is implying. Thunderbass is the first to figure it out, as evidenced by his quickly paling face. Mystery gets it last, but her response is certainly the most explosive.

“What the heck do you mean, Vitamin D!?” she snaps, slamming her palms on the table.

“Uh, you know, dick? Duh,” Lyra giggles, again completely ignoring Mystery Mint’s irritation. “Don’t get me wrong, BonBon’s cunny is the sweetest thing in the world. But a good girl makes sure to get all her essential nutrients. Or something, I don’t really understand how she explained it. But yeah, we need a meaty monster and I thought of you guys. Wanna help out?”

“NO!” the girls reply, grabbing one of the boys’ arms with each of their hands. For the first time, their irritation seems to hit home for Lyra, who’s very quick to frown. Well, pout would be more appropriate, since she looks as though they took away something she had really been looking forward to; that may actually be the case in this instance.

But just as quickly, she’s smiling again and leaning over the table. “Aw, c’mon you guys; don’t be so greedy! You’ve got four dicks, that’s a DP for both of you.” The girls stammer and blush, giving Lyra an opening to move closer to Flash, crawling onto the table and shifting her arms in such a way that they push her plump pontoons up towards his face. “C’mon Flash, can’t you give us a hand? Or two?”

“I, uh, oh, um…” the guitarist babbles for a few seconds, unable to tear his eyes away from the massive mams and plump, eager lips wetting themselves in front of his face. At once, the lips stop their momentary self-love, and turn into a smile.

“Oh good, glad to hear you’re up for it,” Lyra purrs, sliding off the table and onto her seat beside him. Flash glances around at the others, who seem shocked, furious, and even a little jealous. He turns back to the eager girl.

“But I didn’t say-” and is quickly cut off by a finger to his lips.

“It’s okay, I heard you say yes. So did everyone here,” she murmurs, dragging her index finger to the corner of his mouth, then down his jawline to his chin. “We’re going to have a little fun before we go see Bonnie though.” Flash gulps, watching as Lyra’s golden eyes take on a playful sparkle. “We’re going to do… RIDDLES!”

The guitarist very nearly chokes on his own breath, as do others at the table. “R-Riddles?”

“Riddles!” Lyra enthuses again. “Oh my gosh, I love riddles, they’re like my favorite thing in the world! Y’know, next to Bonnie, Bonnie’s body, dick, slutting it up and a couple other things; but I really love riddles, and that’s how we’re going to figure out how far you’re going to get with us.”

The dumbstruck Flash can only stare as the airhead wiggles in place. After a moment more, she pauses, bites her lip, and raises an eyebrow. “Okay, so here’s how it works: I have three riddles and for every one that you get right, you get to do a little more with me and my busty buddy. Get one, and we’ll give you a double blowjob.”

The eyes of the boys around the table nearly bulge out of their sockets, only encouraging the slutty girl more. Lyra brings her index finger to her mouth, fellating it for a moment and giving Flash her best slutty stare. With a lurid pop, she frees her finger and holds up a second. “Get two, and I bet I can convince BonBon to let you screw her.” Someone at the table gasps, causing Lyra to grin. “I might want a ride too!”

Like the first time around, Lyra wets her fingers, and then makes a show of inserting both into a hole she’s made with her thumb and forefinger of the opposite hand. The long, slender fingers slide in and out a few times, the cock-hungry girl adding in some moans for extra effect. Then, just as abruptly, she stops and holds up three fingers. But she doesn’t state the condition. Instead she leans in again and, positioning herself close to Flash’s ear, she whispers, “Get all three right, you can do both, and plow my ass too.”

The guitarist’s gulp is probably heard clear on the other side of the lunch room. A thin sheen of sweat begins to bead up on Flash’s forehead as Lyra sits back on her rump, making sure to make a show of squirming back into place as she raises an eyebrow. After not even a moment’s consideration, the blue-haired boy’s mouth pops open. “Yeah, sure.”

Well, if the girls weren’t already pissed, they sure are now, although their anger is solely directed at Flash. Not to say that the guys aren’t angry at well, but there’s a difference between exploitation and a missed opportunity. Lyra doesn’t seem to care though, grinning as she bounces in place. “Great! But remember,” she warns, holding up a finger, “if you don’t get any right, you don’t get any, right?”

Flash nods and Lyra smiles. “Okay, the themes of the riddles will all be musical in nature and you’ve got five seconds to answer. Here’s first riddle, and this is an easy one: what kind of string never fails to get a slut wet?”

“What?”

“What kind of string, you know, like on a stringed instrument? What kind of string gets a slut wet?” Lyra repeats, rolling her eyes at the apparent softball question. Flash gawks at her for a moment before the minty-girl lifts a finger and begins rocking it back and forth. “Only four seconds left…”

“Uh, E!” Flash blurts out. Certainly not a bad guess, considering there are two E-strings on a guitar, but Lyra shakes her head and tuts her tongue.

“Mm, what a shame Flash, I guess I’ll need to look somewhere else to fulfill THAT need,” she sighs bringing her waving finger to her cheek. “The answer was ‘a G-String’.”

The guitarist mouths the response a few times, struggling to figure it out. Behind him, Cherry Crash gives a snort, giggling in response. She also earns a gentle punch from Mystery Mint who continues to give a stone-faced glare at Lyra. Finally the solution dawns on Flash and Lyra grins.

“Moving on to the next one! What’s a boob-loving guy’s least favorite note?”

Flash’s face contorts as he considers his options. The riddle is obviously meant to be both musical and sexual in nature, if it follows the same line of thinking as the last one. So, a small girl…

“A-Minor!” he blurts out. There’s a murmur of surprise and mild approval at his cleverness as the table looks to Lyra. She purses her lips, licking them gently and batting her eyes before smirking and shaking her head.

“That’s pretty good, but no; a boob-loving guy hates B-Flat.”

Everyone but Mystery lets loose a string of groans, though they’re smiling all the same. A heavy hand descends upon Flash’s shoulder and Valhallen gives him a thumbs up. Flash nods, feeling a renewed sense of determination as he turns back to Lyra who is giving him a slightly disapproving look.

“You know, I came up with all these because I thought you were good at music. So now it looks like Bonnie and I aren’t going to get plugged at all.” She huffs, pouting and drumming her nails against the table. “I’m kind of considering calling this whole thing off at this point, because just a blowie isn’t much fun.” She hems and haws for a moment longer before her eyes light up. “Hey, you like boobs, right? How about we make you the filling in a dick sandwich, sound good?”

Lyra giggles, juggling her jubblies. Flash is quick to nod. “Yeah, great, I’ve got this in the bag then.”

“Super! Okay, I really want this so I’m going to make it as easy as possible for you,” Lyra declares, putting on her serious face. “Why don’t bimbos play guitars?”

“Uh, why would they use a tuning peg when they could just be pegged instead?”

A hush descends over the table. Everyone leans in closer, watching Lyra closely. She grins for a moment, then sighs. “Omigod Flash, you suck!” Turning away, she crosses her arms over her chest and rolls her eyes. “Bimbos don’t play guitars because we don’t like to fret!”

Another chorus of groans echoes up from the table, Mystery Mint joining in this time, either because the jokes finally got to her, or out of a sense of relief that it’s over. Flash sinks into his seat, feeling as though he’s the smallest person in the world.

After a moment, Lyra lays a hand on his shoulder and sighs. “Sorry, but it’s not happening. I can’t let someone who doesn’t know a couple riddles anywhere near my box; I might never get off! But, don’t feel down, kay? I’m sure you’ll be on your game next time.”

With that assurance, the girl leans in and presses her lips to his cheek with an audible smack, leaving behind a minty-colored mark as she hops to her feet. “Okay, I gotta go find Bonnie’n’me some dick, so I’ll see you guys later!” With a wave of her fingers, Lyra jiggles off to another table.

The Rockers are silent for a moment before Mystery Mint smirks and shakes her head. “Oh man, I guess we were wrong about Lyra, huh Cherry?”

“Maybe,” the green-haired girl giggles, “but at least we know Flash is dimmer than one of the biggest airheads in school!”

As the girls laugh, Flash’s face reddens and he turns back to the gang. “Hey, those were some hard questions! I don’t think that Lyra’s as stupid as you guys think.”

At once, “GASP! Omigosh, how did you know the answer was a G-String!? Are you like a secret musical genius?” Lyra squeals, bouncing up and down as she clings to the arms of one of the Jocks. “I am so giving you a double blowie for that one. Okay, okay: what’s a boob-loving guy’s least favorite note!?”

The table turns back to Flash who can only hang his head as Lyra squeals in excitement at a second right answer. Scowling back at his plate, he shovels another forkful of food into his mouth, trying very hard to ignore the delighted shouts of the teasing tart as the well-built young man goes three for three and is quickly shuffled out of the lunchroom by Lyra.

“She’s an idiot,” Mystery says with a laugh.

“Only one set of riddles,” Cherry adds, joining in.

“You got shafted, bro,” Thunerbass sighs.

The heavy hand of Valhallen falls on Flash’s shoulder again, giving a comforting squeeze. But the guitarist doesn’t even look up, instead mumbling, “What a bimbo.”

Well, at least he isn’t concerned about things being out of place anymore…