Sunset with Sunset (Night 1)

>You stand in Canterlot High's soccer field at sundown, arguing with Sunset once again.
>"You're such a fucking faggot Anon. Why can't you just get over one thing? I was only joking."
"Only- Wait wait, I'm the faggot? I saw you with Trixie in the gym locker room!"
>Sunset's face turns completely red and she glares so hard she could cut steel with that razor sharp look.
>"W-What did you see?!"
"Let's just say that with this, I don't think you're going to have a chance at being the princess of the Fall Formal."
>You pat your pants pocket where your phone rests.
>"You took pictures?!"
>Nod lightly.
>She approaches you angrily and you wave a finger to stop her.
>Pull out your phone and hold it up.
"With just a tap of this button, the whole school will find out."
>She stomps her foot down.
>"Ugh... What do you want?"
>You grin mischievously and stare at her chest.
>"Y-You..."
>She backs up and crosses her arms.
>"No. I'm not doing that."
"Listen, bitch. Top up, or I send this to the entire school body."
>Her face becomes even more red.
>"F-Fuck you..."
>She looks away as she slowly lifts her top and pulls it over her bra.
"Haha, no. All of it. Off."
>She furrows her brow and her face reaches a shade of crimson.
>Her fingernails tuck under the bra and she flips it up, showing you her barely b-cup breasts while looking away.
"Nice."
>"You're an asshole."
"What was that?"
>You hold your phone up, showing her the picture on it.
"Take it all the way off."
>"But-"
"All the way."
>She shakes her head slightly and starts to take off her top.
>You watch with a smile as she pulls her shirt over her head, her yellow and red hair falling in her face just after.
>She flicks her head back, making her hair go back as well.
>She then undoes the bra from the back and holds it in the same hand as the shirt.
>Embarrassed, she looks down at the ground as she speaks.
>"There, you pervert. Happy?"
"...Happy?"
>She looks up as you approach her.
"Happy? You think I'm fucking happy?!"
>You grab her right tit hard and she yelps.
"I'm not happy, you stupid fucking bitch! For years you've tormented me with bullying, and you think one act against you could redeem that?!"
>She winces as you squeeze harder.
>"Anon-"
>You grab her by the throat and she looks into your eyes with something you've never seen her show.
>Fear.
"Listen here, you're going to be my bitch from now on. Got it?"
>She grabs at your wrist and nods.
>You tighten your grip on both her tit and neck and continue.
"Here are the rules. If you tell anyone, I'm sending the picture. If we get caught, I'm sending the picture. If you don't listen to me, I'm sending the picture. Get the point?"
>She nods and you let go of her completely.
>She steps back and gasps for air.
>You wait for her to catch her breath.
"Alright, bitch, on your knees."
>She does as told while still looking at the ground.
>The sound of your zipper going down makes her head shoot up.
>You slide off your pants and she looks to the side, blushing madly.
"Look at me."
>She looks up at you while furrowing her brow.
>"What?"
>You slap her across the face and she gasps.
"Did I say you could speak?"
>She slowly shakes her head and then moves it back to where it once was.
"Give me a handjob."
>She looks up at you with eyes that plead no.
>You grab her by her hair and repeat yourself.
"Give me a handjob."
>She winces as you grip her hair tighter.
>Her hand slowly rises to touch your shaft.
>The little beating you gave her a few seconds ago made you get a bit stiffer.
>Her ice cold hand rubs down the base of your shaft to your balls.
>She looks up at you.
"Keep going."
>Directing her attention back to your cock, she wraps her hand around the base.
>Slowly, she slides her hand all the way to your glans and makes her way back to the base.
>You nod in approval, silencing a moan from yourself.
>She uses her other hand to fondle your sack as she increases the speed she strokes you.
>Letting go of her hair tells her that she's doing a good job, and she grips tighter on your member.
"Yeah... Just like that, you worthless whore."
>She looks hurt by the words, but continues stroking.
>After a few more strokes, you feel yourself coming close.
"Hold this one."
>She brings her hand down to your shaft and holds it there.
>You grab her head and make sure her face is lined up with your rod.
>Then you blow your load on her face.
>She lets out a short yell in surprise of getting her face splashed with semen.
>You let go of her head and step back.
"Good job, bitch."
>Grabbing her hair again, you violently push her on the ground.
>Using the hands on her hair, you push her face into the field and smear her around.
>You let go and she sits up with blades of grass covering her sticky face.
>Tears stream down her cheeks and she looks like she wants to say something.
"Go home. Be back here tomorrow at the same time."
>She nods and quickly stands up, grabbing her shirt and bra.
>As she walks away, you call to her.
"Next time don't wear the bra."