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- >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"
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