GreentextSavant - It's just a Prank, Rarity!

>Ah, yes, another fun winter night of drinking.
>You and the rest of the group of fellow college students have your fun while the first half of the night lasts, not even dreading what the hangovers tomorrow morning will be like.
>But what strikes you as fascinating is the fact that most of the hottest girls in school have decided to come over here to Norman’s dorm.
>It’s not clear what about this party in particular caused it to happen, but you’re not going to question it. You see Rarity and Sunset enter through the front door.
>That should eliminate any further questions from your mind, even though you expect them to leave after fifteen minutes or so like every other hot girl who attends parties like this.
>Just count the minutes during which they remain and think up what you’re going to say tomorrow when you brag about how you were at the same party as these two once Monday morning rolls around.
>An hour or so passes – and they are both still here.
>And as if your joy could not be fueled enough, Flash Sentry has turned out to be the one to leave early. He stumbled out the door right before midnight with Twilight Sparkle in his arms.
>Figures.
>Not that you care, anyway. Rarity and Sunset are a lot bustier than Twilight, after all.
>Party games fly by, and you become gradually more and more wasted as the hours pass. It doesn’t take long for spurts of fortitude to show once you have enough alcohol assaulting your liver.
>Your hands roam free; mustering up enough bravery to sneak little feels on Sunset’s arm… and eventually past that.
>She scolds you for doing this at first, and the other guys at the party cheer you on regarding your behavior. Even Rarity encourages you playfully copping feels onto Sunset to give everyone a laugh and yourself a boner.
>That is… until you start doing the same thing to her.
>But the guys still don’t give the slightest of damns; they only tell Rarity that she should stop being a whiny hypocrite when you turned your attention towards her.
>Nolan, a friend of Norman’s, eventually passes out and you’re left with two other guys in the room along with Sunset and Rarity.
>Other than about three or four more guys in the next room, no one else.
>More… and more… and then still more alcohol enters the whole lot of you until one more guy passes out. And you’re thankful to even nonexistent God that it wasn’t you who suffered such a fate.
>You still get to be conscious enough to get a glimpse of Rarity leaning forward over the pool table.
>This starts up a few curious thought between you and the other remaining guys in the room about how pale Rarity’s skin is, and how you can’t agree on whether that makes her hotter or not.
>Rarity begins to yell at you all for “patronizing her” and judging her beauty based on “backwards assumptions”. At least, that’s what you make out from what she says through her drunken ramblings and your own drunken ears.
>”I’ll have you know… that pale skin has been seen for centuries as a symbol as beauty!” Slurs the purple haired diva with her glossy eyelids unevenly half-closed.
>Norman clumsily takes a stagger forward. “Th-then why do people… like… get tans and stuff?” He has to lean on the pool table in order to keep from crashing down to the floor. “This isn’t the eighteenth century!”
>Rarity tries to slap him… and misses by a mile. You let out a bubbling laughter before spilling what’s left of your vodka to the floor.
“It’s a good thing you don’t need to see her hand coming!” Your voice is in a clumsily howling tone. “Better watch out after she sobers up tomorrow!”
>”Y-yeah…” Sunset adds after a hiccup. “And I heard there’s going to be a snowstorm too. So you won’t even see her coming!”
>Everyone except Rarity explodes with laughter.
>Rarity lurches forward across the pool table towards Sunset on the other side, nearly grabbing ahold of the girl. Her previously pale face reddened from being either extremely drunk or extremely flustered. You honestly can’t tell anymore.
>Maybe you’re too distracted by that cleavage from down the loose collar of her shirt.
>”I-I thought…” Norman tries to talk over the laughter in order to get across what he has to say. “I thought she…”
“You thought what?” You might have been the only one sober enough to realize that Norman’s talking.
>”At first, I thought she said… cum!” Norman tilts his glistening face towards the ceiling. “Like… you wouldn’t see her cum.”
>And you were just about to pick your vodka back up. You landed right on the now empty shot glass, thankfully not breaking it under your tiny, slender body.
>”See HER cum?” Another one of the guys blurts out. “Fuck, dude. You wouldn’t be able to see MY cum with her white ass skin.”
>This immediately gets the group thinking, and you find yourself presenting a theory of your own in a matter of seconds.
“Guys… I’m curious…” You bring up, still sneaking a few peeks down Rarity’s shirt. “If I came onto Rarity’s tits like right now… would it be like… visible?”
>The guys look at you as thought you’re a mathematical genius who just proposed an experiment that could discover a breakthrough to the invention of time travel. Sunset just stands there chuckling at your immaturity.
>”Duuuuude… Norman stares at you with eyes that struggle to widen. “That is like… the best question I have ever heard!”
>”You won’t see it. Probably.” Sunset jumps to the conclusion. “Trust me.”
>You turn to her.
“How do you know?”
>”Because…” Sunset doesn’t have enough self-restraint to keep her secrets in. “I know what cum looks like enough to like… memorize it enough.”
>”Whoa!” The other guys exclaim in unison.
“Are… are you serious?” You feel like you’d be more likely to hear something like this out of Rarity, which should have ended the idea of this experiment right then and there.
>But the conversation soon shifts from arguing over what Sunset accidentally reminisces to the two guys and Sunset firing some intoxicated banter towards Rarity. You’re basically the one to bring up actually getting someone to cum on her chest to see if it’s visible.
>All of you are too drunk to see any flaws or stupidity in this idea.
>”Well you can… you can buzz of! You… bah… barbarians!” Rarity crosses her arms over her chest and scowls towards the other three.
>The shouting turns out to have been louder than you thought.
>Just at this moment, the guys from the other room come knocking on the door. “Yooooooo! What’s going on in there?” A nearly whining voice calls through the door.
>Before anyone can answer, the group of four more guys comes crashing over one another through the doorway. You can just tell that they’ll either make matters worse for Rarity or bring more life to the party.
>It turns out to be a little bit of both… and then a lot more for the latter.
>A bunch of flirting with Sunset and rarity begins as the guys from the other room make themselves comfortable, pretty much undermining your previous position in the room. Naturally because most of these guys are football players.
>Despite this sort of thing happening too often for comfort normally bothers you, you find yourself too drunk to care. Just continue on with the party; it is almost one in the morning, after all. Things should be wrapping up soon.
>As the smell of vodka slowly fills the room, so does the rumor about the cum being invisible after someone jacks off onto Rarity’s chest. It just came up in the haphazard, teetering conversation. Including yourself, all five of the guys in the room are interested to see what would actually happen, for obvious actual reasons.
>But to your surprise, Rarity doesn’t seem at all too opposed to the idea, while she’s still nowhere near for it as the guys… or even sunset, who tries to convince the girl to do it really quickly.
>Rarity continues to tell them that they are pigs, all the while stepping closer to them in contrast to what her words say. And when one’s drunk, the values of actions versus words can become hazy in either direction. These guys paid more than enough attention to the actions.
>They gather around Rarity, starting to place their hands as her as she drunkenly giggles for them to fornicate each other. You’re left out of the action, but the idea you had outlives your popular presence in the room.
>One guy pulls his pants down and starts stroking his dick, ignoring everyone else’s jeers to pull his pants back up already. Nobody even takes the idea seriously at first, but after seeing someone try to put it into action, they start repeating what you suggested to each other.
>”If you ejaculate unto her chest, will it be visible?” Norman mimics a random bible character to sound deep as he steps closer to Rarity.
>”G-go do something else somewhere else, darling…” Rarity can hardly look at him or his friends who start to surround her from behind him. “I’m not scared of you.”
>The guys collectively giggle, only grabbing onto Rarity’s shoulders and upper arms for now. The girl jokingly pushes them away before Sunset starts to get involved and tries to untuck Rarity’s shirt.
>With this, Sunset speaks to Rarity in an almost incoherent manner. “You… gotta try this, Rarity. I’m too… far too curious to not see what happens next!”
>Everyone huddling around Rarity starts to grab onto the fabric of her shirt and pull it upwards. Rarity tries to squirm away, especially once the pulling hands start to force her abdomen to be revealed.
>All you do is watch as Sunset and the six other guys in the room slowly work Rarity’s shirt up her torso; the one guy still stroking his cock in attempt to be able to climax while Rarity is still restrained. They’re all so drunk, they can’t even find the back of Rarity’s bra to unhook it.
>Even you can see it from where you’re standing, which says a lot about how much less drunk you are than everyone else.
>Rarity now ferociously squirms to get out of the collective grasp when she realizes that her shirt has been scrunched up at her shoulders and there are fingers hooking around the strap of her bra from all directions. She crouches forward and crosses her arms as much as she can to block her nipples from coming into plain view.
>Everyone pulling on her eventually lose their balance when she jolts forward and sends them all stumbling. You can visually see how drunk they all are.
>It’s a good thing you spilled your vodka a while back.
>By some miracle, Rarity manages to escape the grasp of the drunken group of horny hands. She fixes her bra and pulls her shirt back down, leaving your raging erection nothing more to go on. And she ducks out of the way just in time too, because a stream of revenge of the vodka soon shoots out at one of the guys from Norman’s mouth.
>The guy who was… waxing his carrot… a few minutes ago lost his drive. He falls back into a chair and struggles to get his mast back up.
>You drink nothing else as the rest of the night goes by with each of the party goers passing out one by one. You’re soon the last one left awake… and you nobody has left the room by the time this becomes the case.
>The air is quiet when you creep over to where Rarity lies on her back on the sofa. This is your chance to really conduct the experiment.
>She doesn’t even respond to you mounting her, staying completely limp and motionless.
>But you’re rather careful anyway, which is a little bit easier since you’ve slightly sobered up in the past hour or so, though that feeling could just be your drunken imagination.
>This whole moment very well may be your drunken imagination.
>You undo Rarity’s belt, loosening its grip on those hips. You reach under the top rim of her skirt to start pulling on her shirt to begin to untuck it once more. Rarity twitches her eyebrows only for a split second, and you pull the cloth up to unveil her bellybutton.
>Her shirt is soon brought up past her chest, and you try to figure out how your going to undo her bra if you’re going to do this right. You have to move slowly, in case she might wake up.
>After bunching her shirt up at her collarbone level, you decide to just be lazy and lift her bra up her body and slide it back into place after you’re done. Speed is a key factor here, anyway.
>You don’t have to worry about waiting to get a boner after her nipples pop out from under the bra as you lift it away. Rarity lets out the most peaceful tired sigh and shifts her torso around as it starts to feel a little bit colder in the open air. You watch her nipples gradually harden, as you feel your member gradually finish doing something really similar.
>Start stroking immediately, aiming the tip straight at the canyon between those mounds of soft flesh. You keep this going for half a minute, not being able to restrain yourself from cupping those breasts in the palms and fingers of your free hand at least a dozen times.
>The give way with ease as you tighten your grip onto the warm surface. Let the erect nipples jut into the gaps between your fingers while you slide your hands along the smooth faces of Rarity’s exposed bosom. You completely forget how fast you were rubbing your dick, and feel the climax before you have any notion to stop it from coming.
>All you can do is aim.
>Each spurt of cum delicately splatters into Rarity’s silky skin. If it weren’t for the shine of the moist material of your semen, you would not have been able to tell that it was even there. Rarity’s skin perfectly matches the tone of you cum, almost as though it was made to be coated in such a substance.
>Without the shine — the glare from the fluorescent light above — the blobs of your load would look like a series of large mosquito bites all over the surface of Rarity’s perky tits.
>You get a devious idea (probably from the vodka still clouding your judgement), and take both of your hands to lather themselves in the load upon Rarity’s chest. Rarity sighs heavily as she feels your hands do this, but doesn’t wake up. You’re either too drunk to care anymore, or too horny to care anymore.
>Take your hands, lathered with your load, and spread the moisture all over each of Rarity’s breasts. As she gets even colder at this point from all of this, her nipples become completely erect as your fingers flick them rhythmically as you glide your hands side to side while pressing down into the soft breasts.
>Spread that like a god damn lotion.
>The second part of your idea comes into play after you begin to slide Rarity’s bra back over her nipples. You press the laced material perfectly into proper place like a piece of paper onto a table coated in glue, which would be the perfect metaphor to use if you ever re-enact this in front of your peers.
>You start to giggle like an idiot as you realize that there’s no going back from this devilish act. You roll Rarity’s shirt back down and tuck it back in, tightening her belt back up afterwards. As a token of your cockiness, you take out a piece of paper and write a cheeky little note for Rarity before slipping it into her purse.
>Like a soldier having completed his mission, you make a hilariously clumsy escape into the winter night. You hardly remember stumbling all the way back to your own dorm.
>…
>The next morning, Rarity does her usually awkward farewells in the morning after the party. She gets her purse, checks to see if anything might have been stolen, and goes back to her sorority house. Rarity goes back to her purse to notice a small note that wasn’t there before. She pulls the sticky piece of paper out and reads it.
>[its just a prank brah] It reads with the ‘h’ smeared to the point where it’s hard to make out.
>Rarity brushes it off as nothing important and flicks the paper out the window before the sticky substance gets all over her fingers.
>And the first thing that crosses her mind after re-entering her own room is the need to take a shower before doing anything else. She knows that being around all of those filthy frat boys calls for at least one immediate shower the day after.
>She slips out of her shirt and skirt and starts to work on her bra. But Rarity immediately feels something off about the way it is… sort of locked into place on her chest. But she doesn’t see anything when she looks into the mirror. No visible signs of anything coating her skin that could be forcing the fabric to stick.
>Rarity undoes the back and tries to let the undergarment slip off, then tries to pull it off, then cries out in rage as she slowly realizes what’s really going on there.
>…
>The day after.
>A couple of police cars arrive at one of the dorm buildings, and the three police officers head on up to Anon Y. Mous’s dorm room with a warrant for his arrest. The poor, unfortunate green young man is intruded upon right in the middle of one of his masturbation sessions. After putting up a small fight, he is hauled away in handcuffs across the snowy parking lot with his pants and trousers around his ankles.
>Anon insists that he was never at any party, and that he would have never in a million years been invited to a party where the popular people would be. He insists that Rarity’s accusations regarding him are false, and that he has never even gotten the chance to come within ten feet of the girl.
>But the cops stuff him into the back of the squad car anyway. There is no way to prove it was or wasn’t him at the party, and there is no way to tell if Anon is lying about not being there or telling the truth. But Rarity insists that he is the one at fault.
>It’s just a prank, Rarity.
Fin.