The Delivery Man - Anon Gets Free Pizza and Sex from Sunset

>"Hey Anon, I got us some pizza, wanna hang out?"
>You stand there a moment, stupified, at both the sudden appearance of Sunset Shimmer at your front door and the question at hand.
>Ever since you moved here a little while back and she showed you around the school, she's been a little friendly with you.
>But she's never sat with you at lunch, or hung out with you after school.
>She's usually with her own group of friends.
>So what could possibly have coerced her into buying pizza and arriving at your doorstep unannounced?
>You snap back to reality when you notice her eyes growing a little concerned.
>You shake your head, trying to focus on the situation at hand rather than what may have led up to it. You'll focus on that later.
"Hey," you finally reply to her. "It's..." You check your watch. Seven PM. "...a little late, don't you think? For pizza, I mean."
>Her shoulders slump a little. "Oh... I guess, I just... I don't know."
"Not that I'm against it, that is," you quickly say. "I mean, it certainly smells delicious and it would be a shame to send you on your way with the burden of eating all of it by yourself."
>Her brow raises a little as she tilts her head. "So, can I come in, then?"
"Sure, right this way," you invite her inside.
>Her smile returns and she walks within. "Any place I can set this?" she asks.
>You lead her to the dining room. She takes a moment to look at everything on the way there.
>"I like your house," she says as she sets the pizza on the table. "I didn't interrupt you or anything, did I?"
"As a matter of fact, I was just watching a movie," you say, opening the box.
>"Ooh, which one?" she asks, interested.
"A horror movie. I don't know how much you'd like it," you say, playing a little.
>She crosses her arms. "Well, I'll have you know I love horror movies. Let's watch it!"
You raise your eyebrows. "Alright then."

>You both take the box into the living room, where you have the movie set up on your big screen.
>You have a nice surround sound set up, which will help enhance the mood.
>"What's playing?" she asks as you use your remote to start the movie over.
>You smile as you invite her to sit. You set the pizza box on the coffee table in front of you.
"I'll give you one warning," you say to her as you sit next to her. "There's few films that come as scary as this one."
>She gets a defiant look on her face and a challenging smile graces her lips. "Try me."
>You settle back and play the movie.
>The opening credits are quiet, with white text on a black screen. Low, ominous music plays, with long cords and odd, hypnotic pulses.
>It still sends shivers up your spine to this day with its abrupt shifts in mood and pace.
>The final credit comes up.
>Directed by John Carpenter
>The darkness of space. Out of the darkness, a flashing UFO.
>The UFO rockets towards a blue jewel of the world; Earth. Its pattern is chaotic.
>It dives into the atmosphere, its saucer-shaped hull burning with the heat.
>It fades from view somewhere in the southern regions of the world.
>Text appears at the top of the screen.
>JOHN CARPENTER'S
>Suddenly, a striking noise, like burning torches and blasting, as the image of Earth fades away as the title burns into existence.
>THE THING

"Ever seen it?"
>She shakes her head.
>She's in for a treat, you think to yourself with a smile.
>Right from the beginning, she's hooked. She looks over at you wand questions why these Norwegians are shooting at the cute dog.
>She follows the movie closely, occasionally asking you about some of the characters, but otherwise the two of you sit in silence and eat the pizza.
>She watches with intensity as the burnt remains of the Norwegian camp are explored, and gasps at the reveal of the Thing in the dog kennel.
>She reaches out and touches your arm as the dog's face splits apart and it assimilates the other dogs.
>By the time in the movie where the power goes out, she's crept up next to you, holding your side.
>You fake a yawn and stretch an arm across her shoulders, pulling her just a little bit closer.
>She smiles and leans her head on your shoulder. You feel her warmth, and she places a hand on your knee.
>When a shadow crosses in front of Fuchs and the music blares, you jump and scream a little to scare her.
>She gives a not-so-small, surprised yelp and then punches your arm playfully, calling you a jerk for scaring her.
>Of course, she immediately goes back to leaning into you, maybe even a little bit more overtly this time around.
>You can't help but do the same thing when Norris' chest bursts open, eating Copper's arms.
>And a moment later in the blood-testing scene. By now, she's even doing it herself.
>The blood leaps from the dish, screaming, and Palmer transforms.
>She squeezes your hand tightly as the film goes on, building to the dramatic confrontation with the Blair-Thing.
>Finally, the ending.
>Mac and Childs stare each other down, both questioning the humanity of the other.
>They share a bottle, and the theme music plays.
>The burning camp, and darkness.
>"But... but who was The Thing?" she asks.
"That's the beauty of it, we'll never know," you say with a smile. "No sequels."
>Except for those shitty comics and video game but fuck that

>She smiles as the two of you talk about how much you enjoyed the movie.
>"I told you I could handle horror. But I would've liked it a lot more if you hadn't been such a jerk," she says, playfully punching you again.
>You laugh as you defend yourself from her attacks.
"I can't help it. Don't lie--you liked being scared."
>"Did not," she replies, sticking out her tongue just a little.
>You look over at the pizza box, noticing a sole slice remaining.
>You look at her questioningly. Neither of you can remember who had eaten more and deserved the last slice.
>The two of you were too wrapped up in the film to keep count.
>Sunset smiles and holds up her hand for a Rock-Paper-Scissors.
>You instead place your hand atop hers and suggest a different game.
>"What?" she asks.
"Well, since we both were so "jumpy" during the film, how about... chicken?"
>"What's that?"
"We see which of us is going to be the first to chicken out," you explain.
>"Alright," she agrees, getting the same challenge-accepted look in her eyes as when you warned her about the movie.
"I'll go first," you say to her.
>You bring up a hand and delicately brush a single strand of red hair behind her ear.
>Her lips part in a soft gasp and her eyes widen as she sees your face moving closer to hers.
>Slowly, you begin to close your eyes and put your lips together, keeping your eyes open ever-so-slightly to take in every moment of her expression.
>Your hand drifts to the back of her neck, softly pulling her in closer.
>You see her lip tremble slightly, but she isn't backing down.
>Just as you are about to make contact, you hesitate, and issue her the challenge of closing the distance.
>Will she accept?

>She closes her eyes and presses her lips against yours, sharply drawing in a breath through her nostrils.
>Immediately, the hand on the back of her neck pulls her in a little bit more, slowly rubbing the skin there.
>Your other hand goes to her waist, wrapping around it and crawling up her back, your fingers playing with the fabric of her shirt.
>Her hands find your chest, grasping at anything they can as they reach up to your shoulders before her arms encircle your neck.
>Her soft, warm lips, tasting vaguely of the pizza you've enjoyed all evening, respond passionately to your own.
>The intensity of her breathing and yours increases as your kiss begins to deepen, your mouths moving with each other.
>Small, tiny gasps and moans escape her lips as you break contact and look into her eyes.
>She looks back into yours with half-lidded eyes and a small smile comes to her face.
>"...My turn," she grins.
>She takes ahold of the hand you have on her waist, slowly guiding it upwards, until the tip of your finger barely, just ever so agonizingly barely, it touches her breast.
>She holds it in front of her bust, maintaining eye contact the entire time.
>Now, she issues you the challenge. She bites her lip and waits to see what you will do.
>You look into her eyes, as if questioning her if what she seemed to be asking was truly okay for her. She gives a small, encouraging nod.
>You reach forward and cup her left breast in your hand, feeling it through the fabric.
>She lets out a small moan that you cut off by capturing her lips in a passionate kiss once more.
>Slowly, as you squeeze and grope the soft, supple flesh underneath her purple shirt, you shift the weight of the two of you.
>Her arms find your neck once more as you lower her onto her back, occasionally breaking the kiss to breathe, but then diving right back in.
>And all the while, you're rubbing, squeezing and feeling.

>Once she's on her back, your other hand joins the first, playing with her chest's neglected twin.
>She arches her back into your exploring hands and moans against your lips.
>You feel something streak across your lips--her tongue.
>But when you try to enter her mouth with a probing of your own tongue, her lips are sealed.
>When you retract your tongue, again she licks your lips, as if teasing you.
>You smile inwardly as you firmly grasp both of her breasts, using your thumbs to tweak her hardening nipples.
>She opens her mouth to gasp in surprised pleasure and you immediately send your tongue inside.
>She's displeased with having lost, and resolves to battle your tongue with her own.
>Your two muscles struggle of dominance against each other in a warm, wet wrestling match.
>Her fingers dig into your hair, pulling a little bit to get you to come up for air. A small strand of saliva hangs between your mouth for a moment before breaking and falling onto her chin.
>You're on top of her now, your legs intertwined and your thighs rubbing softly against each other.
>In fact, due to the angle, you're inadvertently pressing your crotch against her inner thigh.
>Caught between two legs and the constraining fabric of your pants, your hardened tool not-so-subtly begs for release, or at the very least, readjustment.
>Both of you are panting a little as your momentary break from your sudden make out session.
>Her cheeks are flushed red, and you imagine yours are too.
>She can feel the tool rubbing against her leg. She bites her lip as she shifts a little bit, purposefully moving her leg against it.
>Now, it's your turn to shiver slightly as she does so.
>Sensing the discomfort, she takes a hand off of your chest and slowly guides it downwards.
"Sunset, I--"
>She silences you when her hand reaches its destination.
>She feels you through your pants, gently grasping and rubbing your length.
>You gasp as she reaches up to your zipper and--

>You both hear a sudden beep. You look over to the clock.
>10:00 PM
>Your eyes meet once more, and you both are very still.
>You've both got school tomorrow morning, and you aren't sure of how far away she lives.
>From the look on her face, she's thinking the same thing.
>She's looking to you for a decision.
>Part of her eyes knows that to skip school would be troublesome, but at the same time, you can see that she doesn't want to stop...

>The look in her eyes tells you everything.
"Sunset, school is--"
>"I don't care about it," she says, shaking her head. "I'm hated there. I made too many mistakes... and now, I'm..."
>Her eyes grow somber. "Just for one night, Anon... I don't want to be hated. I just want... I want to be loved."
>In the corner of her eyes, small beads of tears form.
"Is that why you came here tonight?" you ask, reaching up to wipe away a tear.
>She looks away, perhaps a little ashamed of herself. "I didn't... I didn't plan on all of this to happen... But deep down, I kind of wanted it to."
>"You're one of the few people who still treat me like normal, Anon... Like a friend. But you... me... we can be more, you know?"
>Her hands cup your neck and you lower yourself down into a hug.
>You kiss the side of her face softly, cradling her head in one hand and brushing her hair with the other.
>For a few moments more, she softly lets out her frustrations at what she did to herself to make the school body turn on her.
>You hold her tightly, closing your eyes and kissing her cheek.
"I don't care about what you did, Sunset," you tell her.
>"You weren't there for it," she says. "You don't know that I'm..."
>You shake your head.
"And I don't want to know."
>"But, I--"
>This time, it's your turn to cut her off with a kiss.
>She gives in and returns it, letting out a contented breath when you pull away.
>You lean your head into her neck and kiss her there, making her tense up and squirm a bit.
>You plant your lips upon her neck again and again, lavishing attention upon every spot you can reach.
>Her fingers dig into your back, reaching down and slowly pulling up your shirt. Her hands make contact with bare skin and slide up and down your spine. After a moment, she's worked your shirt completely off.
>You make her let out a moaned giggle as you drag your tongue across her neck, making her shiver and writhe beneath you.

>Your rock-hard cock drags against her leg through your pants. She thrusts her hips up, dry-humping you as your legs tangle with each other.
>One of your hands makes its way back to her chest, grabbing the hem of her shirt.
>You start to pull up on it, but then she pushes you away.
>You sit up, confused, but the mischievous look in her eyes and her bitten lip tells you that you haven't done any wrong.
>She sits up herself and teasingly removes her purple shirt, tossing it aside. Her fiery red bra is all she wears from the waist up now.
>Now, she pushes you onto your back, straddling your hips.
>Her hands rest on your stomach as she slowly moves her hips back and forth, sensually grinding against your hardness.
>She lets out a moan and throws her head back as you reach up and take hold of her breasts, kneading them through the fabric of her bra.
>After a moment, you sit up and attack the exposed flesh of her breasts with your mouth.
>She gives you a pleased sound and holds your head in place as your fingers dance up her backside.
>They reach her bra strap and begin their work.
>You undo one hook, then two, and then...
>The fabric slides away, down her arms.
>You lean back to admire her body, lit only by the television screen.
>Her breathing is slow and her face red, her eyes full of need, but uncertainty.
>When your hands first touch her uncovered chest, her eyes close and she lets out a low, needy moan, idly rubbing her hips against yours.
>"Anon..." she says. "I've never... I've never gone this far before..."
>You look up into her blue-green eyes, and smile.
>Your hand finds its way to her neck and you pull her into another kiss.
"It's okay," you assure her. "We don't have to do anything you're uncomfortable with."

>"But I want this," she tells you. "It's been so long since I've done... anything like this..."
>She pushes you back, falling atop you. Her beautiful hair falls around your faces as they collide in a passionate kiss, your bare chests rubbing against each other in a heated, sweaty embrace.
>As the two of you move against each other, her hand traces its way to your waistline, finding the button of your pants.
>With a little work, she undoes it. The zipper comes next.
>Your breath grows heavier with the prospect of her touching your aching cock.
>She moves the flaps of your pants aside, revealing your underwear and the tent that has formed around your meat.
>Her hand pauses at the edge of the elastic band.
>Your eyes meet once more, and she smiles.
>Her hand slides underneath, touching your cock and wrapping around it.
>Lightning shoots up your spine and you let out a throaty gasp as she slowly plays with it.
>"You're so hard, Anon..." she speaks into your ear. "Did I do that to you?"
>You nod. "We'll just have to do something about it, then, won't we?"
>She pulls your underwear down, forcing your cock out into the cool air.
>She jacks it a few times experimentally before crawling downwards towards it.
>She shifts, placing her rear end towards your head. Your eyes widen as you realize she's getting into a 69 position.
>"Go on," she says, wagging her butt a little as she strokes your meat. "Don't let a girl do all the work, now..."
"Wouldn't dream of it..."
>You reach up and undo her zipper, quickly tugging her tight jeans down over her ass. Her red panties are staring you in the face.
>It takes some doing, but you work the pants off her legs.

>All the while, she's breathing on your cock, hovering her lips tortuously over them, but never making contact.
>You reach up and cup her ass with your hands, groping and squeezing.
>You hook your fingers underneath her panties and pull them down, exposing a clean-shaven pussy, dripping wet with excitement.
'Somebody keeps clean,' you think to yourself with a smile.
>She shivers as her wetness is exposed to the air. As before, you work her panties off her legs.
>"So hard..."
>Finally, tired of merely stroking your cock, she lowers her head to it and kisses the tip.
>You close your eyes as she strokes the shaft up and down while pressing her lips to various parts of the swollen head, kissing it and licking it.
>Your hand slides its way over to her pussy and delicately traces it up and down. She presses her lips to your cockhead and moans in response.
>She takes the head into her mouth, sucking lightly. It feels amazing. Her other hand busies itself with your balls, lightly cupping them and squeezing.
"Goddamn..." you whisper at the sensations.
>Your tracing finger turns into a probe, moving past her outer folds and finding the warm, wet treasure that waits within.
>As she begins a bobbing motion, slowly raising and lowering her head, you mimic her pace with your finger, moving it in and out of her pussy.
>If her moans are any indication, it's driving her wild.
>Soon, another finger from your other hand joins it, but this one is exploratory in nature. It goes from side to side, rather than in and out, searching for the spots that make her moan the loudest.
>"There," she gasps as you rub over a certain spot. You do it again, causing her to nearly collapse.
>Her tongue rubs and wraps around your cock as her lips slide up and down. Her moans reverberate through her throat and into your cock with a small, but noticeable, humming sensation that enhances the experience.

>She ups the scale of her sucking, increasing the pace and intensity with which she swallows your cock.
"Fuck, Sunset, that's fucking amazing..."
>You reward her enthusiasm by withdrawing your fingers. At first, she whines around your hardness, but then she squeals as you lick her lips, tasting her for the first time.
>It's not bad. You lick again, and again, and again.
>Soon, your tongue is buried within her folds, and she struggles to keep up on her end. Her legs are turning to Jell-O underneath your assault, but she's determined to please you as much as possible.
>You don't know for how many minutes this goes on, but eventually, she stops.
>"Oh, god, Anon, I need you, RIGHT NOW," she says, lifting herself off of your face.
>She turns around and pulls your pants off, followed swiftly by your underwear.
>Without pausing, she straddles your hips once more. You feel the juice dripping from her pussy on your leg as she reaches down to align your cock.
>She looks at you once more and smiles before her expression changes to one of pure ecstasy as she lowers herself onto your hard, wet cock.
>"Mmmmmm! YES!"
>In an instant, you're fully sheathed inside of her, feeling the warmth radiating from her core.
>Her head falls back and she moans, simply staying still and relishing the sensations. You can't blame her--she feels unlike anything you've ever experienced, and you want more.
>Your hands trail up her legs and rest on her waist, taking hold of her there. She bites her lip and starts rocking her hips back and forth, feeling you inside of her.
>"Oh, god, yes... Mmm... Hm, mm, mmm!"
"Sunset!"
>The noises she makes are music to your ears as she starts bouncing up and down. Her breasts are hypnotic as they jiggle in tune with her movement.
>She buries her hands in her hair, letting out loud, long moans as you begin to thrust up into her, timing your thrusts to match her hips.

>Soon enough, you're slamming away into her, and she's almost screaming your name.
>"ANON! ANON! FUCK! YES, YES! MMMMMMMM, FUCK ME, GOD YES!"
"Ah! Hah! Hmmmm... Oh, Sunset..."
>You reach up and play with her breasts, rolling the nipples with your thumbs as you squeeze the supple flesh.
>Her pussy swallows your cock again and again, soaking it in her juices.
>You can't shut your eyes. The sight of this beauty riding you is overwhelming.
>It's all too much to handle. The pace, the passion, the pizza...
"Sunset, Sunset, I'm... I'm...!"
>She throws her head back and screams, "DO IT!"
>The walls of her pussy contract around you and milk your cock as she reaches her peak. She rides the waves of her orgasm as it washes through her body.
>You're right behind her, opening the flood gates and coating her insides with your seed, uncaring about anything else or the risks involved.
>The two of you keep moving, moaning, feeling each other and sharing in the explosive pleasure your mutual climax brings, until finally she lies atop you and all the two of you can do is pant.
>You feel your cock slide out of her. A mixture of both of your fluids pours out onto your legs and the couch, but you don't give a damn.
>All you care about is the beautiful, wild girl in your arms.
>Looking down at her, you see a smile gracing her lovely face, one that looks like she's finally found something she's been missing for a long time.

>You brush a strand of hair out of her face and kiss her forehead as she cuddles up next to you.
>You take a blanket that was hanging on the back of the couch and throw it over your nude forms.
>For a while, you simply lay there, enjoying each other's company.
>She opens her eyes and kisses your collar bone.
>"You know... We never did decide... who should get that last slice..."
>You look over at it, and then pick it up.
>You hold it between your mouths and wink.
"Let's just share it."
>She smiles and takes a bite, and you the same. You both chew quickly as the slice rapidly shrinks from the bites taken out of it, until only a small fragment remains.
>Your mouths clash over it, both taking away half, but they don't withdraw from each other.
>You kiss as you gnash the delicious food, tasting each other and the pizza.
>When you both swallow, you keep kissing, licking the taste off of each other's mouths.
>Pizza never tasted so fucking good in your entire life.

The End