Edit 20190426: Somebody Fan-arted. It's a new experience, most welcome, and made my whole week. They posted it to their twitter, too, so here's a link; check them out. Thank you ReiDuran, you rock.
https://twitter.com/reisartjunk/status/1120647274038812674 

Thanks also to Mac, for kickass coloring. https://twitter.com/DrizzieDoodles/status/1120822204218970113




Post 1

>Be Sunset
>Working at a sushi restaurant
>Not enough money.
>Need another job.
>Phone rings
>"Sushi R Us, home of the ebiavocado special, how can I help you?"
>"Moshi moshi, o sushiya san desu ka?"
"Hai sushiya san desu. Kochira wa Sushi R Us no Sunsetto desu. Gochumon kimarimasu ka?"
>Just asks to talk to my boss.
>few minutes later boss walks out to the register.
"Hey, Sunset, you're 18 right?"
>"That's what my papers say, right?"
>"Your SSN belongs to a 58 year old dead man in California."
>"...
>”...No it doesn't.”
"Well, you're a good worker, so I have no reason to double check."
>He pointedly clears throat
"Have you ever heard of nyotai mori, Sunset?" 



Post 2
>At home, after work
>Lying on my bed, naked, staring at the ceiling.
>Smiling
>That fucker trying to blackmail me!
>As if I wouldn't do it.
>Horsegirls are almost always naked,
>I only wear clothes in this world to blend in, anyway.
>Still don't wear panties.
>Smile again
>Think of how the spats of my work uniform hugs my hips,
>of the way it pulls itself up into my slit.
>Everyone can see it.
>Remember how some of the guys at work call me cameltoe when they think I can't hear.
>The memory makes me hot.
>My pulse quickens, and I trace my puffy folds with my fingertips.
>Thinking of what boss wants me to do on the weekend.
>Of lying naked on the table, covered in food,
>surrounded by men leering at me,
>*accidentally* brushing me with their hands,
>exposing my most intimate zones bite by sweet, delicious bite.
>Excitement and arousal turning my face to flames.
>Everyone mistaking it for embarrassment.
>”Mmmm,” I moan, slipping my fingers inside myself.
>Laying there on my bed, grinding my fingertips against my clit, moaning softly to myself in the darkness.
>Sweet Celestia, just thinking of having all those eyes roving over my body gets me so hot!
>Can't take it anymore
>log into my old tumblr “Shameless S' Slutty Adventures.”
>Filled with years of my very own lewd selfies taken all over town.
>None of them show my face.
>Still rubbing my clit.
>Last entry...too long ago!
>Lie back on my bed, reaching for my phone.
>Set it against the foot board, timer counting down.
>On my back, legs spread, right index and middle fingers in my pussy, thumb on my clit.
>Playboy open, resting on my tits, my face hidden behind it.
>*snap*
>Actually, it's a pretty good picture.
>Upload it to Tumblr.
>So horny I can hardly stand it.
>Masturbate furiously while watching the view count climb.
>Close my eyes, imagine all these people masturbating to me.
>They could be watching me in person.
>Oh, yes, I'll do what the boss wants.
>He's already offering me a generous number,
>but I bet he'll pay me more.
>And I bet I know just how to get him to agree, too.



Post3

>Next day, wake up in bed
>0659
>oh yeah! just before the alarm
>flip it off and sit up, stretching
>computer is still on, SSSA's still open
>view count's even higher than when I drifted off
>that fact raises a mild heat in my nethers
>stand up, tuck my laptop under my arm and carry it downstairs, still naked
>my window is open, as always.
>Pretend not to notice my neighbor looking through it
>Time for hygiene!
>Walk back in my room
>He's still watching
>Drop my towel, and popen my mini-fridge
>Kochakaden Royal Milk Tea
>the breakfast of sluts
>Crack open a bottle and walk to the window
>Watch the world go by
>A couple heads in the street turn up toward my room.
>lol humans
>Casual sluttery is fun, but I have a plan for something much better, and I need to put it into action!
>Hold the bottle to my mouth, flicking my tongue around the edge
>Taking the whole threaded area into my mouth
>Take another sip, letting just a little bit dribble down my chin
>Make eye contact with my neighbor, give him a little wink, and saunter off to my dresser.
>Work is right after school today, so I pack my uniform in my gym bag.
>Throw some panties in there
>Someone left them here one night, can't remember who, but if she hasn't asked for them back by now that's on her
>Something else, someone left, too: a Crystal Prep uniform
>”Hello beautiful,” I whisper to it
>A glance out my window, neighbor's still watching
>Another little smile, and I put it on piece by piece:



Post 4

>No bra, because I need headlights today
>The shirt, the top few buttons left undone
>the tie, half windsor, and opened wide
>the skirt, unzipped and unclasped, an elastic band around my waist to roll it up until the hem is at my fingertips
>no panties, as always
>my blazer, unbuttoned, sleeves pushed up, and the cuffs of my shirt pulled through, and folded around them
>frilly knee socks, and loafers
>staring at my reflection in the full-length mirror
>Damn I'm sexy
>”Almost...”
>Brush out my hair, and braid it into pigtails.
>Makeup, too much eyeshadow, and lipstick
>”Perfect.”
>Grab my stuff and head to the door
>Outside now, I turn to look up at my neighbor's window
>He's still watching.
>I smile at him, and lift up my skirt, right there on the sidewalk
>mentally count to 5
>drop it, wave goodbye, and head to school.




Post 5 

>At school
>math
>I'm good at math,
>I already finished the work, and homework
>Staring out the window, thinking of my tumblr
>Should have taken a picture this morning :(
>I should definitely take one before work today!
>The mirrors in the school bathrooms are big enough
>Should I lift up my skirt?
>Or maybe bend over?
>Or set my phone on the counter-top and stand over it?
>”Mmmm,” I quietly moan, rubbing my thighs together
>”Me so horny...”



Post 6

>Notice Mr. Cumin is looking up my skirt again.
>Well, that is why I sit in the front row
>I make eye contact
>He looks away, fidgeting in his chair
>His right hand goes under his desk
>lol, again?
>I cock my head to the side and raise an eyebrow
>let my legs slowly drift apart
>his shoulder starts to move in a rhythmic up and down motion
>subtle
>I lick my fingers,
>slide them down my chest, spreading open my decoletage...
>His eyes get bigger.
>...down to my skirt,
>tracing circles on my smooth butterscotch thigh.
>His movements get faster.
>I slide up my skirt, and spread my legs completely,
>let my fingertips follow the peaks and valleys of my folds.
>Slip a finger inside myself,
>pull it out, bring it to my mouth and suck the tip.
>Back down, caressing and spreading my labia,
>rubbing my clit, and penetrating myself...just the tip.
>His eyes half close, and his body jerks in his chair.
>The other students have noticed something is wrong.
>Several of them are staring at him.
”Is he...” one of the girls laughs before breaking into stifled giggles with her friends.
>Yep, he sure is. How does this fat fuck still have a job?
>Bell rings
“Sunset, I-I need you...umm...stay after class for...you need extra credit”
>as if
>I may be a slut, but that doesn't mean I want to end up chopped into kebab meat like Charlene Downes
>I just stand up without a word, throwing my bag over my shoulder.
>Saunter up to his desk, hips waving seductively.
>Give him my most demeaning look:
>absolutely pathetic.jpg
>I press my fingers into his desk and smear my juices all over his papers and gradebook as I walk on by.
>Stop at the door, look over my shoulder.
>He's sniffing the pages
>Bwahahahaha.
>Shake my head, and walk out.



Post 7

>It's time for lunch.
>Walking through the hallways, relishing the sensation of my skirt brushing my thighs.
>Still, though, it could probably stand to be shorter.
>I should find a mirror!
>Closest bathroom is this way...
>see Principal Celestia and Vice Principal Luna.
>They're leaning against some lockers talking to each other.
“...says they still haven't found someone for this weekend, but not to worry because they have a fish nosing the bait. We should know tonight if...”
>Their voices disappear behind the restroom door.
>Look at myself in the mirror;
>it could definitely stand to be shorter!
>Turn around,
>barely any underass.
>”And you call yourself a slut,” I say to my reflection.
>Reach to my waist, and roll my skirt up further,
>further,
>the bottom of my snatch is starting to show.
>I smile, and bite my lower lip in lewd excitement.
>Pull out my phone,
>and my tits.
>Angle it so nothing above my shoulders is in the frame.
>*snap*
>Onto my tumblr it goes!
>Another flush of heat in my pussy when I hit the send icon.
>Realize I've started to absently stroke myself.
>How deliciously shameful!
>Set my phone on the counter.
>Record
>Use my free hand to massage my tits and pinch my nipples.
>I'm so wet my fingers slip inside the moment I stop trying to keep them out.
>Smile at my reflection.
>You're such a fucking slut, Sunset!



Post 8

>Lean into the counter, resting the back of my hand on its edge,
>grinding myself against my fingers,
>fluids running down my thighs, and making the counter-top glisten in the garish fluorescent light.
>If somebody came in now...
>”Ha..mmmmmm.
>”Sunset, you slut! You dirty, shameless, amoral whore!”
>Can feel my orgasm building
>”Slut! Filthy moaning, bitch! Everyone's willing fuckhole! Slut! Cunt! Insatiable fucktoy!”
>I bend down over the counter, throw myself against it, like I'm being mounted from behind.
>Grinding my pussy even harder against my fingers.
>Reach up and yank on my own hair, hard enough to pull my head back.
>”SLUT!”
>Slap my own ass.
>”Tell me what a slut you are!”
>Slap my own ass again, as hard as I can.
>Push my face into the mirror, as I buck and gyrate on the counter.
>“Say it, slut!”
>”I'm a slut!”
>”Louder!” I harshly hate-hiss to myself.
>”I'm a slut! A loose, no-good hunk of fuck meat! A cumrag and...a...Ahhhhh!”
>My muscles seize as the orgasm takes me.
>My muscles give out, only being sprawled over the bathroom counter, with my face against the mirror keeps me from dropping to the filthy tile floor.
>My thighs and ass quiver in the air.
>I lie there a moment, trying to catch my breath.
>”Celestia,” I pant, “I really am a slut.”
>Close my eyes and imagine someone walking In the door.
>Smile at the idea, and the way it makes me warm up all over again.




Post 9

>But I did come in with a purpose.
>A moment later I sigh happily, and push myself to my feet.
>Stop recording, and put the girls back in my shirt.
>Turn my phone sideways, and grip it between my thighs.
>Slide it up so the edge is just touching my pussy.
>I use it like a ruler, adjusting my skirt so the hem is just touching it.
>”Just as long as a skirt should be, you slut.”
>Put my phone back in my blazer pocket.
>Turn around, check myself out:
>plenty of underass, still no panties.
>Walk out the door.
>Celestia and Luna are gone.
>Aww, I kinda wanted to show off for Celestia a bit.
>She's not my Celestia, but she makes me hot, anyway.
>Oh well, time for food




Post 10

>School's finally over!
>Time for work.
>That means it's time to put on – shudder – panties!
>Squat in the hallway, and open  my bag, let's see...
>Suction cup horse dildo, no.
>Stick it to the lockers to keep it out of the way.
>Books, no.
>Condoms, no.
>Cheerleader outfit...maybe tomorrow!
>Work uniform, not yet.
>Panties!
>Step into them, and slide them up my long, smooth legs.
>Notice Mr. Cranky is peering around his classroom door at me.
>Smile at him.
>”Hello, Mr. Cranky,” I say, lifting my skirt. “Sorry, I was just putting these on.”
“...
“Sunset, I have some extra cre...”
>”Sorry, Mr. Cranky, I have to go to work.”
>Walk past him, toward the main door.
>Oh, wait!
>To the rear, march.
>Walk past him again, back to the lockers.
>Bend at my waist, pulling my panties down as I do.
>Shake my ass at Mr. Cranky, and deepthroat the horse dildo.
>Suck it right off the lockers!
>*pop*
>Stand back up, sliding my panties snugly against my ass.
>Drop the dildo back in my bag,
>about face, forward march.
>Wink at Mr. Cranky as I walk by yet again, and out the door.



Post 11

>Sushi R Us
>...
>Sushi R Us
>...
>Sushi R Us
>The restaurant's neon sign glows and fades at regular intervals as I approach.
>It's a weird ass sign for a sushi joint, come to think of it.
>More like the ones you see on strip clubs.
>Weird.
>Walk inside.
”Hey, slut.”
>”Hey, hey. Boss here?”
“Yeah, in the back.”
>”Cheers.”
>Walk through the boss' door.
“...mou sugu yaru ka dou ka wakaru yo.”
>He looks up at me.
>Can't read his expression.
>Fuck it, I got this.
>Sit down on the couch,
>spread my arms over the black leather back,
>cross my legs.
“Nn, kankei nai yaro?”
>Uncross my legs.
>Slowly.
>Boss' eyes travel down my body.
>Recross them.
”Nn, mou chotto renraku suru. Ja ne.”
>Finally hangs up the phone.




Post 12

>”Hey boss.”
>He looks me up and down.
“So, made up your mind, have you?”
>”Mmmmm, I'm not sure.”
>Uncross my legs, set one on his desk.
>He's staring at my crotch, not even trying to hide it.
>I smile at him, and let my other leg, still on the floor spread apart.
>”I was thinking, a young girl like me, still in high school, kids my age are vicious, you know? If word ever got around that I did something like that, well, how could I ever live it down?”
“You want more money.”
>”You want me to risk social suicide! You want me to debase myself publicly, to lay naked on a table and let strange old men eat off of my body!”
>I rest the back of my hand on my forehead and pantomime faintness
>”And on a school night, no less!
“It's the weekend”
>”Extra credit. I'm a good girl, boss.
>”Don't you think I deserve more for being willing to do so much for you and your restaurant?”
>He's thinking it over.
>”I think doubling your offer would be fair, considering all I'd be doing, don't you?”
“All right, done.”
>That was easy. I wonder if...
>”Oh thank you boss!”
>Stand up, walk around his desk and kneel at his feet, my hands and chin resting on his knee.
>I smile up at him.
>”You see how my coworkers treat me, don't you? What they say about me behind my back? Can you imagine that at school? When I'm just trying to get an education, and make something of myself?
>Take his hand in mine
>His fucking expression!
>Pull myself up and sit on his desk,
>legs spread, of course.
>”How can I be expected to learn when subject to such terrible, unending calumny?”
>Force up some tears to go with my wide eyes and pouty lips.
>Not enough to fall, just enough to make me cuter.
>”All those taunts, and rumors...if it were only here at work, I could live with double, but at school, too...”
>I shake my head, and pout harder.
>”...Triple might just be enough to make me swallow my dignity.”


Post 13

>His eyes get wide.
“Sunset...”
>”I spend all day at school, and still show up here-” Put his hands on my thighs “-on time. And even though I'm still in high school, still In that, prime, luscious bloom of youth so desired by rich and connected Japanese businessmen, that delicate flower of femininity they love so much they'd be sure to reward whoever helped them get it,”
>With my hands still on his, I slide them up my legs...
>”I still find time and energy to devote myself to your company.”
>...over my skirt and up my body.
>”Just imagine how happy your guests will be to see such a young, radiant lady on their table.”
>Cupping my tits now.
>”How taken they'd be when you told them I'm still in high school. What they'd be willing to do for you for giving them such a prize!”
>Leave his hands there, and drop mine to my hips,
>raise my skirt,
>start to rub my clit through my panties.
>”And how many other girls can talk to them in their language, too?”
>”Arara, Ojiisan,” my voice instantly becomes high and nasal.
>”Dame da, dame da yo. Atakkushi wa madda shojou desu yo.” I pant out, as his hands slide down my body...
>”Mou, iya da...demo...arra, kimochi ii~”
>...around the roll of my skirt...
>”O-ojiichan~ :heart:”
>...to my thighs,
>and back up, toward my...
>Nope!
>I put my foot on his chest and press him back down in his chair, it was almost a kick.
>I give him my lewdest smile.
>”Tripple?”
>He nods, rapidly up and down, his mouth hanging open.
>I smile and stop masturbating.
>Slowly slide my panties off my hips.
>Celestia, they're soaked!
>Slip my free leg out of them and use it to push them down the leg pressed into his chest.
>His eyes are locked on them.
>They're at my foot, hanging from my ankle.
>Lift my leg off his chest and dangle the sopping lingerie in front of him.
>He looks like a dog being taunted with a steak.
>Brush them against his face.
>He opens his mouth.



Post 14

>Dangling them over his head,
>he catches them in his teeth.
>Pull my leg out, and sit up.
>Reach down and pop off my shoes.
>Take his dick between my feet and start stroking up and down.
>My hands are on his chest,
>gliding my fingertips up and down his arms, and shoulders,
>his neck.
>”Tripple?” I ask with puppy-dog eyes.
>He locks eyes with me and nods, slowly.
>I shake my head.
>”Tripple?” I ask again, shaking my head more emphatically.
>He understands.
>”Quadruple,” I smile and nod.
>He thinks a moment.
>Can't have that!
>I pull out the horse dildo and give it a long, broad lick up the bottom of its shaft.
>”Quadruple.”
>I put it in my mouth and suck rolling my tongue around its flare, and jerk his cock harder and faster with my feet.
>His eyes roll into the back of his head.
>”Quadruple,” I pull the dildo out of my mouth just long enough to say.
>He nods.
>”Thanks, Boss, you're the best!”
>I giggle, and push my panties all the way into his mouth,
>then lay back and slip the dildo inside my wet, burning folds.
>Squeeze my tits, and thrust it into myself in time to the strokes my feet are giving his cock
>”Mmmmmm”
>Celestia, I'm such a whore!
>He explodes all over me, pulling me out of my musings.
>Already?
>Exhaustedly, he points to a briefcase under his desk.
>I open it,
>Holy shit, there's 5 times what he was going to pay me, not 4!
>He's sitting in his chair, unable to move, completely spent, my panties still stuffed in his mouth.
>He weakly motions for me to take the case, and smiles.
>Pick up my gym bag, too.
>”I'll just take the night off then?”
>He nods and waves me away.
>”See you this weekend, Boss,” I chirp.
>Walk out covered in semen, and reeking of sex.
>The other staff, and some of the customers turn to watch me go, disbelief scrawled across their faces.
>Or maybe disgust?
>lol humans
>Guess I won't need my work uniform tonight, after all.



Post 15

>It's the weekend!
>Got work tonight,
>but the day is mine, and my pockets are fat:
>time to shop!
>What to wear?
>Walk out of my shower, back into my room, toweling my hair,
>completely naked.
>Wave to my neighbor.
>Wrap my hair up in my towel, grab another bottle of Kochakaden Royal Milk Tea, and start rummaging through my wardrobe.
>I need to make sure I'm in the proper mindset for tonight,
>that means something slutty.
>But my Crystal Prep uniform is at the cleaners.
>”What should I do?”
>Look out he window, thinking.
>Hell, it's always a good time for a picture!
>Pick up my phone and walk to the window.
>”Hello neighbor,” not that he can hear me.
>Take off the towel, and shake out my hair.
>Climb up on the windowsill, and press my body against the glass.
>Hold out my phone and snap another pic.
>Good ass, some sideboob, can't see any nips or vag, but maybe me being pressed naked against the glass with people watching in the background will be lewd enough?



Post 16

>No face, of course, though at this point I wonder why I bother to hide it.
>It's not like I'm fooling anybody.
>Post it to my tumblr.
>Walk back to the table and set my phone by my bag...!
>”Ide~aaaa!”
>Rummage around in the bag until I find it:
>my cheerleader outfit.
>This will definitely do!
>Slip into the top, zip it up.
>No bra, of course.
>Look at myself in the mirror.
>Feel myself getting kind of wet.
>Bottomless is hotest ~less.
>Put on some big poofy socks, and running shoes, with a giant colorful spirit bow in my ponytail.
>Sit down, bottomless, to do my make up:
>light on the lipstick, heavy on the eyeshadow, lots of glitter, and I paint a little horseshoe at the corner of my eye.
>”Unf.”
>Stand up, grab my phone, go back to the full-length mirror.
>Still bottomless.
>*Snap*
>Upload this one, too.
>Hey, I've got a lot of new subscribers!
>Holding my phone in my right hand, lightly masturbating with my left while I read the comments.
>Right in front of the window.
>All these people looking at me...
>saving my pictures...
>sharing them around...
>masturbating to me...
>”Mmmmm, you're such a slut, Sunset.
>”Whore of CHS.”
>But I really should get going;
>I can be an even bigger whore at the mall, than I can here, after all.
>And there's still tonight.
>Put on the cheerleader skirt.
>Elastic rolling-band, no panties, as always.
>Phone back between my legs, and nestled in my slit to serve as my measure.
>Roll it up to the proper, slutty, Whore-of-CHS-length:
>lots of underass, with just a hint of undervag.
>Only a hint, don't want to be arrested.



Post 17

>Out the door.
>On the street, neighbor's still watching.
>Lift up my skirt, slide my index and middle fingers in my snatch.
>Right there on the sidewalk.
>Mentally count to 5.
>Pull them out, suck my juices off the tips, point them at him and blow.
>Kinda like blowing a kiss, desu.
>Only lewder.
>Drop my skirt, pivot on my heel, and head to the mall.
>Time to shop!



Post 18

>Canterlot Mall is big.
>Canterlot Mall is shiny.
>Canterlot Mall is crowded!
>What more could the Whore of CHS ask for?
>Wonder if they've changed anything, I think snatching a floorplan from the door-side kiosk.
>Walk between the escalators to the main fountain.
>Sit on the edge,
>facing the main doors and escalators,
>with my legs spread.
>I can feel my pussy smoosh out over the stone when I sit.
>It...it feels good, kind of warm.
>Must be the sun coming in through the skylight.
>Open the pamphlet and browse the stores.
>Get an idea.
>I love getting ideas!
>Take out my phone, put it at crotch-level and take a snap,
>clearly showing how short my skirt is, how spread my legs are, and how plainly visible my snatch is.
>Post it to my tumblr.
>Title it [i]Guess Where I Am[/i]
>Switch to video mode.
>Start in the same spot between my legs.
>Yepthatsmypussy.mp4
>Slowly pan up and down my body so my whole uniform can be seen.
>Set my phone on the stone next to me, making sure not to move my body.
>Angle it so the frame shows my legs spread, from the side, and the people coming in through the doors, and getting on and off the escalators.
>I wonder how many people I can catch looking?
>Get hot at the thought.
>Spread my legs a little wider.
>Go back to browsing the pamphlet.
>Even out of the corner of my eye, I can see some people looking,
>a couple taking pics of their own, and failing at being discreet about it.
>Can feel my labia firming up and starting to spread.
>”You're such a whore, Sunset!” I hate-whisper to myself.
>”Slut! Whore of CHS!” I say a little louder.
>Don't know if anyone heard me.
>Definitely wet now.
>Hot, wet, and ready.
>Just like the Whore of CHS should be.




Post 19

>”You whore!
>”mmmmm” 
>You know, shopping is nice, and all, but I'm having a lot of fun just doing...
“...I made the decision to trust my life on the street to Second Chance body armor. I got the level IIa because it stops the most rounds. plus I got the Trauma Plate for the front...”
>Oh fug, it's the mall-fuzz!
>quickly snap my thighs together.
>I don't think they saw.
>They keep walking by, the noisy security guy's name tag says...Gecko?
>With the number 45 crudely scrawled next to it in paint marker,
>talking to what looks like his supervisor.
>Supervisor's face has the look of one who's heard this same stuff 6 gorillion times already.
>Has his eyes firmly rolled skyward.
“What scares me is that, although I can fit an extra trauma plate in the front, I cannot fit a second one in back. As of late I have taken to duct-taping a second trauma plate to the area of my back where the heart and vital organs are located. Then I put my vest on...”
>And they're gone.
>”Whew”
>Now let's see, which store should I go to first?

Ok guys, I'm gonna try something; a bit of "Choose Sunslut's adventure." Where should I go first? 
1. The Hobby/Games shop
2. The Lingerie shop
3. The cosmetics shop
4. Wander around 



Post 20

>I'll probably see those mall cops again;
>it might help if I had some underwear to put on, at least until they're convinced I'm a good girl and fuck off.
>But I'm the Whore of CHS in a short skirt; I don't have any underwear.
>Victoria's of Hollywood it is!
>Walk to the escalators.
>A couple of people get on behind me.
>Hear some whispering.
>A camera goes off.
>Turn around and look down on them.
>Literally.
>Cock an eyebrow.
>Turn back around.
>Bend all the way over to “tie my shoe.”
“Sweet Jesus.”
>Wiggle my ass.
“Dude take another one!”



Post 21

>Hear a few more cameras go off.
>Stand back up.
>Look over my shoulder and wink at them.
>This is my floor, and there's my store.
>They're following me.
>Stop at the entrance to Victoria's.
>Posters and panty-clad mannequins fill the windows,
>bras and garters  are on the racks,
>there's so much pink, and purple; frilly lace, and ribbons it really stands out from the other stores. 
>Turn around and look at them.
>They're balking at following me inside.
>Lol, humans, afraid to pursue what they so clearly want.
>Bite my lip, shrug my shoulders and walk in.
>There's so much to choose from!
>Oh, I like that! Nice lacy maroon panty and bra set.
>Ooohh, a cream-colored garter with a blue tie-band!
>I love garters!
>Gorgeous pink thong.
>How will I...
>ever...
>choose...
>Look out the store,
>they're still there.
>Walk to the window, carrying my favorites.
>The way the racks and displays are, nobody in the store can see me here.
>They all stop talking and stare at me.
>Put my finger to my lips and motion for them to be quiet,
>dramatically look left and right, then hold a bra up to my chest.
>Emphatically nod yes, with a giant smile, then shake my head no with an equally oversized frown.
>Shrug my shoulders.
>They look at each other.
>”Yes,” I silently mouth and nod my head,
>”or no,” this time shaking it exaggeratedly.
>Hold the bra back up to my top.
>One of them nods his head hesitantly.
>I smile, and put the bra down to my right.
>Hold up some panties,
>raise an eyebrow.
>Two of them nod.
>To the right it goes.
>Another bra, 
>some nods, but more shakes;
>to the left.
>A nice cream garter belt!
>Hold it up to my skirt, then grin and look around devilishly. 
>You just know some soccer mom would get all screechy about this, even though it doesn't affect her.
>The coast is clear.
>Lift up my skirt, and hold the lingerie against my bare skin.
>Their eyes look like they're about to pop out of their heads.
>One of them has to pick his jaw up off the floor.



Post 22

>Guess that's a yes!
>Lol humans. What fun!
>Motion for them to wait, then dart back on the main sales floor.
>Grab some more choice selections.
>Return to the window, they're still there.
>Lol, ofc they are.
>Lift up the hem of my skirt, and tuck it in my waistband,
>now both hands are free!
>And my pussy is completely exposed!
>Pink garter: no.
>Chocolate garter, no.
>Forest-green tanga: yes!
>Orange bra: no.
>Chocolate bra: yes!
>White thong with blue roses and lace trim: yes!
>Toss it to the right.
>Accidentally knock my skirt out of my waistband.
>Fuck it!
>Look around to make sure there are no security cameras.
>Probably should have done that sooner.
>Fortunately, it doesn't look like there are.
>Unroll my skirt, and slip it out from under the elastic roll-band.
>Let it drop to the floor.
>Stand in the window, in front of this group of boys completely bottomless.
>Bottomless is best-less!
>Turn around slowly, giving them plenty of time to see everything.
>Try on a few other pieces, then run out.
>Must get MOAR!
>No way am I gonna buy them all, but this is just too much fun to stop now!
>Cameras are in the store, though.
>But, if I stick close to the racks, they won't be at the right angle to see I'm bottomless, so I just have to keep my top on, and they'll be none the wiser.
>Sounds like a plan to me!
>Back into the store,
>keep an eye on those cameras, and stay close to the racks!
>Watch those cameras,
>close to the racks.
>Watch those cameras,
>close to the racks.
>Watch those...
“Do you need some help, miss?”



Post 23

>Oh, fuck!
>Look up like a deer in the headlights.
>”P-pardon?” I squeak out.
>Smooth, Sunset.
”It looks like you're having trouble deciding on something,” she says with a warm smile.
>Thankfully she's still on the other side of the rack.
”Do you need some help?”
>”No. No. I'm fine.”
“Are you sure?”
>Shit, she's walking around to my side!
>Circle the opposite way.
>Now I'm bottomless in front of the main entrance.
>If somebody walks in, or just walks by...
>”Yeah, I'm sure. If I change my mind, I'll come looking for you! Ha ha!”
>She stops and makes a little duck face.
>Cocks her head.
“Ok, if you're sure.”
>Fuck! Yes, gtfo!
>”I am, thanks!”
“Okey dokey.”
>I watch her go back to the counter.
>Fuck that was close!
>Back to the window.
>Pick through the “yes” pile.
>Choose link related, and a couple others.
>https://i.pinimg.com/originals/9b/20/8c/9b208c2d45779f55b2ace840844d450a.jpg
>Put my skirt back on, roll it up.
>Wave goodbye to my audience.
>Go pay for my new toys.
>Onward!


Where to next?
1. Hobby and Games store
2. Cosmetics shop
3. Wander around



Post 24

>Walking through the mall,
>thinking about all the sexy lingerie I just bought.
>About how the other students would react to it.
>How Celestia might react.
>In my mind it goes a little something like this:
>I'm walking up to the front door of CHS in my Crystal Prep uniform,
>or this cheerleader one.
>Something with a short, pleated skirt.
>Celestia is standing on the steps, making sure everyone is up to dress code.
>She sees me coming and knows what a naughty girl I am,
>so she pulls me off to the side for special attention.
>She puts her hands all over me, sliding them up and down my body, cupping my breasts “to make sure you're wearing a bra.”
>She does it a couple times,
>but she's still not sure, so she slips her hands under my top, inside my bra, squeezes my tits, and pinches my nipples between her fingers.
>Twists them until I wince.
>She runs her hands down my sides,
>around my hips, and along my legs, all the way down to my ankles.
>Then she reverses, tracing them up lightly, squeezing my calves, and my thighs,
>then she goes under my skirt.
>Her eyes narrow.
>She looks up at me.
“Sunset Shimmer,”
>she'd say, pinching and tugging on my labia.
“These hardly qualify as panties.”
>I'd be so horny her fingers would just slip right inside.
>She'd feign disgust,
>but would start to finger me.
“I've tried to be Lenient! With You!”
>punctuating her words with hard, slippery thrusts.
”But, Clearly! You need a Firmer! Hand!
“Week's detention,”
>she says, her thumb turning circles on my clit.
“In my office, starting today.”



Post 25

>Mmmmm, yeah, something like that, and I'd want to make sure I'm all clean, and pretty, and fragrant for her.
>And I know just the store, to help make it happen.
>The sign says: Lush: Handmade Cosmetics.
>It looks like a modern corporate store trying very hard to look “authentic:”
>crudely painted black wooden shelves,
>an A-frame signboard out front, also black, but written on in fluorescent markers, and illuminated with a black light.
>Lots of giant lumps of scented soaps with knives, scales, and plastic bags set by them.
>Big covered glass tubs and bottles of lotions and perfumes laid out.
>Faux ivy, and spanish moss wrapped around the shelves and dangling from the ceiling.
>Even ceramic mushrooms, and live cacti.
>Even from out in the hall, it sure does smell good.
”Hello, Miss, welcome back!”
>I buy a lot of soap here
>The cinnamon-scent is my favorite.
“Back for more of your usual?”
>”Not today, I need something...”
>What would Celestia like?
>”...je ne se quois.”
>Her smile falters.
>”Just show me some new things. I want some lotion, or perfume. Something sexy. Something sultry.”
“Oh...ummm...OK!”
>She leads me around the store.
>There's lots of good stuff, actually:
>berry scented,
>cucumber,
>honey,
>cocoa,
>pomegranate,
>gardenia,
>musk,
>rose,
>water lilly.
>I should definitely buy more than just soap, shampoo and the odd bit of makeup from now on!
>I can afford it.
>But nothing is really what I want.
>”I said something sultry! I want something that will make * her * wet, and wild with lust for me!”
“Her? Who?”
>I sighed. 
>”Something slutty. Slutty isn't flowery, or fruity, or spicy, it's those and something else.”
>I glance around in frustration.
>”...!!!”




Post 26

>Idea!
>Something slutty.
>I'm slutty.
>So I need something that will bring out the best of me,
>in order to bring out the best of her.
>And that means I need...
>”I kind of like these, will you go check in the back to see if there are some new bottles?”
“Ok, Miss, I'll go check for you.”
>As soon as she disappears through the curtain I start masturbating.
>I'm already kind of wet from my fun at the lingerie store, but I need more.
>Gotta be subtle, though.
>There are a lot of people in here with me.
>I side up to a table and push myself on it.
>The corner slides right inside me.
>I'm grinding on it, and reaching between my legs to rub my clit as innocently as I can.
>I'm so wet now.
>Nobody's noticed.
>I back off the corner,
>it's noticeably damp.
>Pull some of the artificial moss over it to hide it.
>Use my pinky to daub some of the best scents on my arm,
>and push my middle and index fingers inside myself,
>then mix my juices with the beads of lotion on my skin.
>Rub them in well, each in its own place.
>Hold my arm to my nose.
>Oh wow, this was a great idea!
>Much improved!
>But what would Celestia like?
>I need a 2nd opinion.
>”Hey,” I tap some guy on the shoulder.
>”Which of these do you think smells best?”
>He gets kind of a stupid look on his face, but bends down to sniff.
>Good boy.
>He squints,
>looks up at me,
>sniffs again.
>Shakes his head
“Nah...”
>He mutters under his breath.
>Runs his nose the whole length of my arm.
>Looks at me funny and points to the same area on my arm I liked best, too.
>OK.
>A 3rd.
>and a 4th.
>Sometimes men, sometimes women,
>all inhaling the scent of Sunset's secret.
>My salesgirl comes back.
>I've made my choice.
>Some of the customers give me weird looks at the register:
>anger, disbelief, lust,
>from boys and girls.
>Lol, humans.
>I love being a slut.




Post 27

>Feeling a little hungry.
>Not really sure what I'm in the mood for.
>Browsing the food court;
>fuck it, Taco Bell.
>Sonata may have been an airhead, but she was right about these things.
>The girls would probably be surprised to see me eating a taco,
>but even Earth horses eat meat from time to time.
>If only they knew how many ponies ate seafood in Equestria,
>and how the fashion for steak waxed and waned.
>Order a combo #11, all supreme, 2 cool ranch, and 1 nacho cheese;
>a beef burrito supreme;
>and a large Sierra Mist:
>the Andrew Blaze special.
>Sit down to eat, facing the window,
>if you can call it that.
>The entire wall is actually glass, overlooking the neighborhood.
>Look down at all the people walking to and fro,
>the cars stopped at the traffic lights.
>Spread my legs as far as they'll go, and dig in.
“...and these little turds keep parking their shitboxes in the faculty lot...”
>!!!
>VP Luna?
>Pull out my phone,
>turn on the screen-side camera and point it over my shoulder;
>yep, it's her and Celestia!
>Sitting down for lunch.



Post 28

>It's so weird seeing a teacher outside of school,
>like that time I visited Florida and saw a gator walking down the middle of the street,
>and nobody else even thought it was strange.
>But goddam Celestia's so sexy!
>Reach between my legs,
>press on my clit.
>”Hey Princess,” I whisper, starting to rub myself.
>Set my phone on the counter-top, and lean it against my drink so it's still pointing at them.
>Glance around.
>Reach into my bag and subtly pull out my horse dildo.
>Glance around again,
>hunch my shoulders and arch my back so my hair hangs down to hide it.
>Give it a suck.
>Glance out the window, 
>somebody's watching!
>Circle my tongue around the flare,
>then down the shaft,
>suck on the balls.
>Lick my way back up the shaft.
>Give the flare a kiss,
>”Take me, Princess,” I whisper to the blunt head, 
>then take it, take * her * whole into my mouth.
>Watching Celestia longingly on the screen of my phone,
>imagining it's her giant flared cock that I'm pleasuring.
>Suck on it harder, bobbing my head,
>and furiously rubbing my cunt.
>I want to squeeze my thighs together, but then nobody outside could see!
>And boy, are they watching!
>Finally, I can't stand it anymore,
>and pull the dildo out of my mouth with a soft pop.
>Tuck it between my legs, and slide it inside,
>while staring at Celestia licking an ice cream cone.
>Imagining it's me she's licking instead.
>Slip my right hand under my top,
>fucking myself with the flared white horse dildo in my left, while lifting my tit, and tweaking my nipple,
>all to the rhythm of Celestia's tongue:
>lick.
>Lick.
>Lick.
>”OooOhhHhhmmmmmm~ :heart:”
>My thighs clamp together involuntarily, and my vision goes blury.
>I'm cumming so hard!



Post 29

>My body is shaking uncontrollably;
>I can feel my tit vibrating in my hand.
>I pinch my nipple harder.
>My thighs and hips are spasming, 
>and I have to press them together as hard as I can to keep from falling out of the chair.
>There's still the light tapping sound of its legs vibrating on the tile floor.
>Panting hard, but still watching Celestia in my phone.
>Slowly, my body comes down from the orgasmic high.
>Panting a little more slowly,
>but still glowing like a bonfire.
>”Oh, Celestia.”
>I sigh wistfully.
>Glance outside.
>Now it's a small crowd of people standing there, staring at me.
>A few have their phones out.
>One guy has pulled over and is clearly jerking off in his car.
>”Whore of CHS strikes again,” I say, smiling.
>I shift my thighs a bit, trying to sit up.
>Holy shit, the chair is soaked!
>I've got to get out of here, if the sisters see me they'll come over,
>and no way they're gonna fail to see all this.
>Or smell it.
>They might want to know where I got a genuine CHS cheer uniform from, too.
>Yeah, it's definitely time to go.
>Pull the dildo out of myself.
>Pack all my things away.
>Hastily mop up with napkins,
>and dump them all with my tray in the trashcan.
>And, I'm out!
>I don't think they noticed me.
>The people outside sure did, but who cares about the NPCs?
>That was close, but so much fun!
>I wonder what else I can get away with?




Post 30

>Whew, that was close.
>But I'm still horny.
>Sluts don't stay sated for long,
>it's why we're sluts, after all.
>And there's one more store in this place that's just what the Whore of CHS needs:
>Otaku House.
>Land of models, figmas, manga and more!
>More, like a cosplay corner.
>Walk in.
“Welcome to...oh, hey, Slut.”
>Yep, they know me here.
>Flip up my skirt.
>Hold it up as I walk to the register, hips swaying.
>Regi cranes his neck over the counter to watch my pussy approach,
>and stare at the floor:
>mirrored tiles,
>lol, this fucking place.



Post 31

>Nods his head and gives me a little brown paper sack.
>I stuff it in my gymbag.
>Now it's time for browsing.
>What would I like, today?
>To be seen, of course.
>Wander the shelves, and racks, turning heads everywhere I go.
>Before you know it, I have a bunch of guys following me around.
>Discreetly,
>or so I let them think.
>Their heads are buried in comics, but their eyes are down, off the page,
>staring thirstily at the mirrored floor under me.
>Every step I take spreads my legs and flashes my snatch at them.
>Every time I bend over to examine something on a shelf
>My pussy peeks out to say hello
>peekaboo
>So, of course, I make sure to do it a lot.
>I get to shop, and be an exhibitionist,
>what could be better for a slut like me?
>Ooh, a new Saber erofigure!
>Topless, with those hip-hugging suit-pants outlining every curve and crevasse,
>her hips canted to the side, left hand resting on them,
>and her suit jacket flung boldly over her shoulder, dangling from her right hand.
>Normally bottomless is my fetish,
>but so are suits.
>Suits, with trousers so deliciously tight around hips,
>with panty lines pressing through their fabric,
>and clinging to the smooth arc of a girl's crotch,
>dipping between her legs,
>emphasizing her femininity by outlining every little detail of her most intimate parts.
>So professional, and so very, very erotic.
>I'll take it!
>Call the attendant over to open the case.
>Point out the one I want.
>Some of the guys watching me blush.
>lol humans.
>There are kind of a lot of them, now.
>Tell the attendant to take it up to Regie;
>I'll be there to collect it soon.
>Now that I've amassed a healthy retinue, it's time to go to the cosplay corner.



Post 32

>Peruse the selections:
>Fate,
>K-On,
>Miscellaneous cute and slutty idol costumes,
>Neptunia,
>Sailor Moon,
>or, Sailor Mars, rather.
>The red really suits me.
>I should try it on!
>Pluck it from the rack and turn to the changing rooms.
>They're more like little standalone cupboards with mirrors on the walls, and a curtain for modesty.
>All the guys suddenly focus intently on whatever is in their hands.
>As if you're fooling anyone, guys.
>As if I don't want you to look at me.
>Throw the costume over my shoulder and saunter into the cubby.
>Strip out of my cheerleader uniform,
>hang it up neatly on the little pegs.
>Hang up the Sailor Mars costume, too.
>Dig out my new sexy lingerie, and hang them up too.
>Oh, no!
>It looks like I forgot to close the curtain all the way!
>And here I am standing completely naked, surrounded by sexy fetish wear,
>with eyes staring in at me from the forest of loli figures and eromanga surrounding my cubby.
>Oh!
>Oh no!
>I guess now that everyone's seen everything there's no point in closing the curtain!
>That makes sense, right?
>”Sunset, you slut,” I say to myself.
>Pull out my phone,
>strike a kawaii as fuck pose,
>with a peace sign and everything.
>Make sure all my sexy clothes are in the frame with my naked body.
>*snap*
>Post it to tumblr.
>Dig in the brown paper bag,
>pull out a polaroid camera.
>Take an identical picture.
>And then a few more,
>practicing my posing, and framing skills,
>and highlighting different parts of my exposed, slutty anatomy.
>Tit pics
>Pussy pics
>Ass, and leg pics
>Notice some people in my audience are taking pics of their own.
>My mind is filled with images of them jerking off to them later,
>of posting them to their blogs, and sharing them with their friends.
>The thought of so many people,
>of people I don't even know, and have never even seen, staring at my naked body while pleasuring themselves makes my nipples hard and my pussy wet.



Post 33

>An excited shiver runs up my spine.
>”I'm such a slut!”
>But I need to see if that costume fits, too!
>Slide the Sailor Mars costume off its hangar, and out of its plastic shroud.
>It's all one piece, tight white elastic fabric top with embedded foam ribs, and a short scarlet skirt sewn directly on to it.
>Surprisingly, it's really well made.
>The quality of the fabric, the cuts, and the stitching is way higher than I usually see on this kind of thing.
>There are no zippers, or fasteners; it slips over my head like a sundress,
>but clingier, and form fitting above the waist.
>And it doesn't disappoint, fitting well, and hugging my body in all the right places.
>It really is a high-quality attention-whore accoutrement.
>”Impressive,”
>I channel Darth Vader at my reflections.
>”Most Impressive.”
>Put my hands on my hips, and turn this way and that, admiring how my erect nipples poke through the fabric.
>Turn, and let my gaze slide downward.
>The skirt is a pretty decent length, too.
>Plenty of underass,
>a lot actually, I bet there's...
>Yep!
>Undervag!
>Muh favorite.
>Not too much, though.
>The skirt is cut so it's longer in front, but still short enough to keep a slut happy.
>Almost as if the maker were a slut herself, and knew just how much she could get away with exposing before law enforcement became an issue.
>And pretty close to my height, too, if a little thinner.
>Hmmmmm.
>Turn my attention back to the cameras,
>spend a few minutes posing, taking pics with my phone, and the polaroid,
>ignoring the people gathered outside the decidedly open curtain.
>Gosh, it's still not closed!



Post 34

>Oh, modesty.
>Oh, calamity.
>I am such. A. Slut!
>And yeah, I think I like this. I'll take it!
>Strip again,
>Notice the tag sewn inside,
>stand naked in the more-than-half-open door reading it:
>Carousel Boutique,
>with a large, flowery “R” embroidered next to it in purple thread.
>”Hmmmmmm.”
>Hang it from the cubby's curtain rod.
>“Accidentally” knock the curtain all the way open.
>Pretend not to notice, and redress in the cheerleader uniform.
>Grip my phone between my thighs and measure my skirt.
>Verify it in the mirrors: plenty of underass, a little undervag.
>Perfect!
>Pack everything back up,
>walk out of the dressing room,
>through the crowd,
>to the register.
>Hand him the bag.
>He opens it, looking through the collection of photos.
>His smile growing bigger and lewder with each one.
>Finally, he looks up from them, at my hands.
>I wave the sailor mars uniform in front of him, and point at the Saber figurine.
>He scans them,
>presses a couple keys:
>total due: 0.00
>Puts them in a big plastic bag covered in prints of sexy, colorful anime girls, “Otaku House” emblazoned on the side, and hands it over.
“See ya slut.”
>”Bye Regi.”
>Out the door with my newest home decoration, and slutiform.



Post 35

>So there I was,
>at the mall.
>I was carrying a lot of new stuff,
>but my pockets still felt as fat as they did when I arrived.
>That's all well and good,
>beats the smeg out of being poor,
>but carrying all that around gets heavy, yo.
>So there I was,
>standing by the escalators.
>the railing is made of plexiglass, or something.
>It's nice and crystal clear,
>so everyone riding up the escalator gets a nice long look up my skirt:
>a panty shot, without the panties.
>My favorite.



Post 36

>I've been standing there a few minutes, with my bags piled around my feet.
>My back is arched so my skirt is pressed against the plexiglass,
>and I've leaned down against it, letting my body sink a little, so the railing's carried my skirt up over my mound.
>I'm completely exposed, and having lots of hot, naughty fun letting everyone see, while pretending I don't know.
>The people on the escalator are looking.
>The people on the lower floor are looking.
>And my nipples are tingling something fierce;
>being watched is just the hottest thing for an exhibitionist slut like me!
>It's so damned hard not to whip out my tits and start fingering myself right there!
>S'cuse me while I whip dese out, I'd say.
>But then my cover would be blown.
>Not that I can keep my hands completely away.
>They're resting on the top of the railing, in just the right place to press, pinch, and brush against my hard, sensitive nipples through my cheerleader top.
>Without being too obvious, of course.
>I'm not sure if Gecko45's a Farva who would assault me for a litercola,
>or an Officer Chunk type who wants female attention so much more than a double space burger he'd let me get away with anything,
>but I want to maintain plausible innocence just in case he comes back.
>So anyway,
>there I was,
>standing by the escalators,
>showing the entire mall my snatch.
>It's fun and all, but I've been here at least 15 minutes, already.
>I'll have to go soon, but not soon enough I want to spend the rest of my time here.
>What to do?
>I pull out my phone, but the angle isn't really good for a pic.
>Thumb around and find some games.
>Bejeweled is ok.
>Spank Dat Ass. Lol.
>Who knew Dagi had the computer know-how to take a pic of me and turn it into a ero game?



Post 37

>Wait a minute, there's an arcade in here, isn't there?
>I give my nipples a last pinch and twist as I push myself away from the railing,
>Feeling a little sad as my skirt falls back low enough to only show a hint of my undervag, instead of the whole thing. 
>Go check the floor plan sign;
>yep, there's one on the other side of the mall!
>Pick up my things, and off we go.
>It's kind of far.
>Some guy down on the first floor is looking up at me.
>I stare back at him,
>then lift up my skirt and smile.
>He's still looking.
>Cheeky.
>Switch my skirt to my left hand, the one with my bags in it,
>bring my free hand up to my face in a backwards peace sign,
>lick the split between middle and index finger and let my skirt drop.
>Pass the stone and crystal shop.
>Is that Trixie in there?
>Sure is, and she's staring at me, too.
>Hard.
>So, of course, I flash her too.
>She turns purple and glares intently at the bowls of polished stone spheres in front of her.
>What's she doing in there, anyway?
>Whatever,
>a new thought has entered my mind.
>Namely, that I haven't had my tits out this entire trip!
>Sure, I prefer showing off the lower regions, but still.
>I've been pretty bold, and haven't had any problems,
>and hell, I've only got time for a couple games anyway.
>It's no big deal if I get kicked out at this point.
>The food court's coming up again.
>Let's do it!
>Stop in front of the wide, gaping entrance and fish my selfie stick out of my bag.
>Attach my phone.
>Ready!



Post 38

>Right there, surrounded by diners, shoppers, and a plethora of people going in and out, I take the hem of my skirt and pull it up, tucking it in my waistband.
>Some people have already stopped whatever they'd been doing and are staring.
>”Slut,” I whisper to myself, relishing the sensation of my pussy heating up and pulling apart.
>Unzip my top.
>It's a side zip, so I can't take it completely off without messing up my hair, and spirit bow,
>but I can reach over with my free hand and pull it open, letting the girls hang free.
>And I do.
>In front of everyone.
>My pussy is on liquid fire, and my nipples feel like little rocks on the tips of my tits,
>goosebumps all over their soft, smooth skin.
>”Slut, slut, slut!”
>No plausible innocence here.
>Just me,
>the Whore of CHS
>deliberately exposing myself to the entire mall.
>Ass, tits, long smooth legs, tight tummy, and scalding wet pussy.
>All out for everyone to see.
>Celestia, I'm so fucking wet now!
>I'm such a fucking slut!
>Unf!
>I feel myself blush and bite my lip.
>Slowly, deliberately, I turn to face the food court.
>It's packed, and everyone's staring.
>Everyone.
>Count slowly to 5.
>Relishing the burning heat of so many eyes on my naked body.
>A bead of warm wetness runs down the inside of my right thigh.
>5?
>Better make it 10.
>I'm so excited I can barely stand up.
>Not embarrassed, just...
>so...
>horny!
>Hold out my selfie stick, and turn at an angle so both my nudity, and the faces of the crowd staring at me are in the frame.
>All those faces,
>staring at me.
>unf
>”Slut.”
>Notice Trixie's head poking out of her store, staring at me with her mouth hanging open.
>Smile, and shake my tits at her.
>Snap the selfie,
>then let my top fall closed, and put the stick back in my bag.
>Wave to everyone.
>Pull my skirt out of my waistband and let it fall.
>Onward.



Post 39

>Finally I'm at the other side of the mall.
>Walk through the entrance, and get some quarters from the machine.
>Wander the labyrinth of crane games, shooting games, basketball games, drum games, dancing games and Celestia knows what else, looking for something fun.
>Find a large set-up with a big projection screen, and a full-sized mock-up racing motorcycle attached to the base in front of it.
>What's this?
>Watch the demos on screen.
>Looks fun, why isn't anyone playing?
>Hop on, biting my lip as my bare pussy smooshes against the saddle.
>Close my eyes, and take a moment to grind my hips against it.
>Feels good.
>”Slut.”
>Pop in a few quarters.
>It starts vibrating, and the roars of an excited crowd and revving engines blare from the speakers.
>Did I mention it's vibrating, now?
>Ooooohhhhh bby!
>Realize I never rezipped my top.
>Reclose my eyes and and savor the twin sensations of my tits shaking beneath the fabric, and the bike quaking between my legs.
>”MmmmmmmMMmmmmm...”
>Decide I need another selfie.
>There's a countdown on the screen!
>5
>4
>I can make it, if I'm fast!
>3
>Reach back in for my stick,
>pull it out, and hold it at arm's length.
>Pull open my top, again.
>*snap*
>Barely manage to shove my stick back among my bags before the bike lurches beneath me.
>”Unf,” I moan whorishly.
>Ponyfeathers, is it in there all the way?
>Horseapples, check it later, time to go!Go!Go!
>As I twist the throttle, air shoots out of vents in the machine, mimicking wind in my hair.
>It also blows around my skirt and unzipped uniform top.
>Feels good in my cleavage.
>I lean forward, and squeeze the saddle between my thighs.
>It's shaking right on my naked clit.
>”Mmmmmmm!”
>Gun the engine.
>The wind gets stronger, the engine louder, and the vibrations more intense.
>”Oooohhhhh, I fucking love this game!”



Post 40

>Every time I turn a corner, the bike tilts, and I have to shift my weight to keep the balance,
>grinding my slippery naked pussy against the swaying saddle again and again.
>Sitting lower in the seat, pressing my tits against the “gas tank” for a better center of gravity.
>They sort of pop out.
>Not all the way, but they're definitely not behaving like good Christian girls,
>but the game is actually responding to my commands more smoothly;
>it's like riding the real thing!
>Swooping around corners, and between my competition is fun,
>still, it's hard to focus with the electric jolts shooting up from my crotch and chest.
>Cross the finish line:
>2nd place.
>Hell no, I can do better than that!
>Pop in a few more quarters, and notice some people are standing behind me, watching.
>Realize the way I'm sitting so low in the seat, and leaning so far forward my ass is completely exposed.
>lol
>I like this game even more, now.
>Flip through the maps,
>select one with a longer track,
>and some obstacles, too.
>Let's see what this thing can really do.
>5, 4, 3, 2, 1,
>Tear out of the starting line at the signal.
>Weaving effortlessly through NPCs, and around curves.
>Volcanic furor erupting in my slit with every rocking motion.
>Mmmmmm.
>Here comes a jump!
>Remembering how I rode my motorcycle when I lived in the abandoned factory, I stand up away from the saddle to give my legs room to absorb any impact.
>Good thing, too.
>Hydraulic pistons push against the model bike, altering it's pitch and pressing me back down with inertia.
>Fuck, this is cool!
>My skirt, hair and unfastened top are all over the place in the simulated wind.
>How big is the crowd now, I wonder?
>No time to check, more jumps!
>Go full face down, ass up to prepare for the lurch.
>Up and over I go!
>Stick the landing!
>Fuck yeah!
>Gun the engine for the last straight-away:
>1st place!



Post 41

>It wasn't even close.
>Settle back down into the saddle, smiling yuge and bigly.
>Fuck, that was awesome!
>And wow, is the seat ever slippery now, I think sliding my hips back and forth on the saddle.
>The next person is either going to really love that, or really hate it.
>Do I have time for another?
“Well done, my faithful student.”
>!!!
>No bucking way!
>I whip my body around in the saddle and there, standing among the gawkers and leerers are none other than Principal Celestia and VP Luna!
>AAAHHHHHwhatdoIdo?
“Yes, very impressive,”
>Luna chimes in
”One might question her choice of attire, though.”
“And how she was able to attain an outfit such as that in the first place. We don't recall her ever being on the squad.”
>Time to go!
>Now!
>Practically leap off the saddle.
>”Ijustrememberedathing!”
>Genius.
>Snatch up my bags and run out of the arcade as quickly as I can.
“Wait! Come back, you dropped...”
>Her voice was lost in the sounds of the video games around me,
>and then the mall itself.
>I'm halfway across the parking lot before I stop running. 



Post 42

>”FUCK!”
>How much did they see?
>And was it my imagination or did they both look...aroused?
>The idea of Celestia getting off watching me made me hot again despite my near heart attack.
>It was probably just my imagination.
>She couldn't really want to fuck me, could she?
>Well, I needed to go home and get ready for tonight's gig, anyway.
>That would be a nice fantasy to play out while lying on the table.
>Maybe I could imagine her there?
>Sitting down next to me,
>laying my body out openly for her,
>letting her stare and oogle as much as she wants.
>Then she starts to eat from me,
>her hands brushing my skin as she plucks the delicacies from my young, ripe flesh.
>My face impassive, as nyotai mori demands, but watching through recondite eyes as she places them in her full, sensual mouth, savoring my flavor,
>silently craving my princess' next wanton touch.
“Sunset...”
>She'd say, her wise, gorgeous eyes filled with lust...
>...
>...
>”Hahaha, slut” I laugh to myself, and go home.




Post 43

>I LOST MY FUCKING PHONE!
>I had it in the arcade, so I must have dropped it when I rushed out.



Post 44

>Of course, I only noticed it when I got home, and by then there wasn't enough time to do anything about it.
>I called the mall.
>They said something like:
“Your letter has been read fully and your thoughts have been inputted and accepted for better improvement. Thank you for your time and efforts.” 
>Which apparently meant it wasn't in the lost and found, and they weren't going to spend valuable donut-munching time looking for it.
>I felt like screaming, but there was just enough time to drop off my things and make the call before I had to go to work.
>On any normal day, I'd skip my shift to go find my phone, but with what they've paid me I could buy all the new phones I want.
>Once you have their money, you never give it back,
>and I'd have to if I didn't show up.
>Boss might even follow through on his implied threat of reporting “my” SSN.
>So I screamed externally,
>but got my ass to work.
>But fuck!
>My phone!
>I wonder if I remembered to lock it?
>Is someone going through all my pics and vids right this moment?
>Yeah, that's kinda hot, but I didn't post that video of, say, me masturbating, slapping my own ass and shouting out how much of a whore I am in the school bathroom for a reason.
>Even if that reason was because it showed my face. 
>Yeah, I've been kinda lax about that recently.
>Recently, as in today;
>there's no way my face hasn't found it's way onto the internet after all my playtime at the mall,
>still, it's my video to post, or not.
>I feel kind of violated,
>and it's kind of turning me on.
>Still, I want my phone back!
>Instead, I'm here at work.



Post 45

>Sort of, but not really.
>The gig isn't at our restaurant.
>It turns out the guys throwing the party,
>a bunch of Japanese businessmen,
>are trying to convince the owners of one of the hotels downtown about something,
>so they've brought the party to the hotel.
>No, I wasn't told all this explicitly.
>I was just told where to be, and when,
>but I can hear them in the other room.
>Some of them.
>The hanchos haven't shown up yet, just the underlings,
>making sure everything's ready:
>seating, decorations, sushi, entertainment.
>I'm not sure which of those categories I'd fall under.
>I could plausibly be in at least 3 of them,
>and I'd happily become seating if Celestia showed up.
>”As if,”I sigh wistfully.
“Eh? Doushita no?”
>That's one of the girls they brought with them.
>The masseuse.
>They brought a make up artist/stylist, too.
>I can't figure why they'd bring them, but not a nyotai mori girl. 
>Not that I'm complaining; it's a fun, fast way to earn a fun, fat cheque,
>but it salts the ol' almonds.
>Like what happened to Seth Rich.
>And that New Mexico Jihadi camp.
>Anyway, the masseuse: her job is to make sure I'm nice and relaxed.
>It wouldn't do to have the decoration twitching, or grimacing from cramps, or sexual tension,
>so almost as soon as I walk in the door, they have me strip,
>right there, in the room full of men and women buzzing to and fro, busy as bees.
>And she helped,
>kneeling down in front of me,
>reaching her hands around my body to unroll my skirt while I'm still trying to unclip my spirit bow, and let my hair down.



Post 46

>No, it's not really that hard to remove a spirit bow,
>but I may have been going slow on purpose.
>Stripping is fun,
>* being * stripped is fun times infinity plus 1,
>and how often do I have the chance to get stripped by a piece of svelte, sloe-eyed butterscotch like this?
>She's wearing one of those 1-piece skirt ensembles I sometimes see nurses wear:
http://sc02.alicdn.com/kf/HTB12sFrKVXXXXcfXXXXq6xXFXXXz/Chinese-Traditional-Nurse-Styles-Design-Alibaba-Trade.jpg
http://xvideos-jp.org/wp-content/uploads/2013/12/nurse9.jpg
http://xvideos-jp.org/wp-content/uploads/2013/12/nurse12.jpg
>And it looks reeeeaalllll good on her.
>Sure would like a picture of her.
>Too bad I don't have my FUCKING GODDAM PHONE!
>I pause with my fingers around my bow, watching her expression as she works.
>She leans in close to fit her arms around me.
>Her face is right in my crotch.
>The fabric of my cheer skirt brushes her cheek, and the tip of her nose.
>After all I've done today, she has to smell me,
>but if she does, she gives no sign.
>There,
>my skirt drops down my legs.
>Her eyes widen not a bit as she sees I'm full nopan,
>and paipan.
>She looks up at me, her face unreadable.
>I smile, and wink down at her.
>She starts untying my shoes.
>Step out as she pulls them from my feet.
>I'm still working on my spirit bow.
>She slides her hands back up my legs ,
>probably going to pull off my loose socks.
>A sideways glance at my pussy.
>I saw that :)
>Her fingertips overshoot, sliding over the tops of my socks, 
>onto my bare skin,
>sending little tingles of electricity through my nerves.
>She looks up again as a little moan escapes my lips,
>pausing at my bare, hairless pussy.
>Not that I blame her.
>I love it when people look, and it is right at her eye level, just a couple inches in front of her face;
>she's the perfect height.



Post 47

>I imagine throwing my hands around her head and pulling her face into me,
>imagine her getting into it,
>opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue.
>I imagine walking forward, forcing her to lay back, and squatting down to sit on her face.
>The make up artist gets turned on too, and comes to wrap her arms around me from behind.
>She knows what a slut I am,
>so instead of fondling me under my top,
>she pulls it all the way open, exposing my bare chest to everyone in the room.
>Then starts squeezing my tits, and shaking them.
>Tweaking my nipples, while nibbling and kissing my ear and the nape of my neck with her full, Asian lips.
>Making me moan like the whore I am, while having public lesbian sex with these 2 exotic, foreign women I don't even know, in front of a room full of people I've mostly never seen before.
>Grinding on the masseuse's face until I cum,
>everyone stopping what they're doing to come and watch, take pics and vids, and stand around us, calling us whores, and masturbating...
>Mmmmm...
>”Yeah, I wonder what you'd do?”
“Nani?”
>”Unnn, nandemo nai,” I say, finally being slipped out of my top.
>I'm completely naked now.
>And surrounded by people.
>I stand there in the nude as she folds up my clothes and puts them in a little locker, pulling out the key and handing it to me.
>It has a little springy coiled strap I slip around my wrist.
>Nice, but it's not like I have to worry about my phone being stolen.
>And I can't wear it during the nyotai mori, can I?
>She takes me to a shower, and gives me a simple bar of soap, sponge, and a towel.
>Not what I was expecting, but easy enough. 
>Once I'm clean and dry, she leads me to a massage table, on little wheels.



Post 48

>I lay on it, face down, and she starts her work, beginning with the small digits of my fingers.
>Pulling on them,
>pinching and kneading the pads, the web, and each section in between.
>It feels so good.
>Her hands are so soft, yet so strong.
>My hands, and then my arms turn to jelly under her skillful ministrations.
>When she's done with my arms, she moves to my toes, 
>making me wince as she pinches and presses all the right spots.
>Then the rest of my feet, and legs.
>Who knew pain and pleasure could blend together so seamlessly?
>She works her way up my legs, then starts massaging my ass,
>Her hands push between my cheeks, fingers brushing tentatively against my anus, and then deeper between my legs to my pussy.
>”Mmmmmm”
>She doesn't linger, walking around the table to my head, combing her fingers through my hair, and pressing their tips firmly into my scalp,
>massaging, and making me moan again, then down,
>to my neck,
>my shoulders, and farther.
>Kneading my back with her marvelous hands, and the points of her elbows. 
>Pressing her palms into the small of my back, even climbing up onto the table to use her full weight.
>It hurts so good.
>Then down, cupping my ass in her hands again,
>kneading the taught muscles beneath my soft skin.
>Sliding her small, strong, hands between my thighs
>gripping my hamstrings, and rolling them to the sides
>utterly exposing my pussy,
>and pulling it's lips apart.
>Once.
>Twice.
>My legs spread themselves involuntarily.
>She moves back up to my ass,
>taking it in her hands, and slipping her thumbs between,
>spreading me there, too.
>She falls into a rhythm, alternately rolling and spreading my nethers, and caressing and fondling my anus and pussy.
>I'm so wet now and not even trying to hide it.
>So wet, and ready her fingertips slide inside me by accident, and she switches, again,
>flipping me over on my back, and starting at my fingers all over again.



Post 49

>Fingers, hands, arms, toes, feet, legs, each exquisite, and painful in their own ways.
>Then back to my head;  my scalp again, but also my face, and neck.
>Who would have guessed a face-massage feels as good, 
>almost better than the more normal areas?
>Or even the erogenous zones?
>She's not ignoring those, either, just because I'm on my back now.
>Her long, graceful fingers sweep over my chest and stomach,
>around my breasts,
>tracing circles over their gentle rise, then cupping and massaging them, too.
>Down,
>her fingertips tracing lines of fire.
>Down,
>gliding over the creases where my hips meet my thighs.
>Down, climbing the swell of my mound,
>and then...
>”Sweet Celestia,” I gasp as she glides inside me.
>Moaning like the whore I am as I let,
>no,
>as I relish this deadpan, yet feminine stranger fingering me, and sucking on my nipples in the middle of a busy workroom;
>they weren't kidding about soothing both muscular and sexual tension.
>I bet the idea is to exhaust me sexually before I go out there.
>Little do they know that particular plan is a lost cause with the Whore of CHS,
>but I'll sure let them try, anyway!
>And before I know it, she has me twitching and gasping,
>writhing on the table in open throes of ecstasy.
>I let myself scream. Everyone in the rooms knows I'm the nyotai mori slut,
>everyone knows I'm being thoroughly massaged and all but fucked on the table right in front of them.
>So slutty, they don't bother with a room, or even a curtain.
>Just right there, in front of everyone.
>I bet the people setting up in the main party room can hear me too.
>That thought makes me squirm even more.
>”You're such a whore, Sunset,” I scream as she furiously rubs my clit,
>edging me gently down from orgasm.
>”Slut! Slut! Slut!”
>I know they all heard that, too.
>I don't care.
>In fact, I love it.
>And this girl...
>Celestia, she's good!
>She stands up, wiping her fingers on a towel, expressionlessly.



Post 50

>Maybe she would have let me ride her face after all?
>Now she wants me to stand up, and follow her.
>She's insistent, but I'm so relaxed I can barely move.
>Eventually, I manage to pull myself to my feet, and she leads back to the shower, handing me a couple bottles of special soaps and shampoos.
>She explains which ones to use where, and in what order.
>This is so much more complicated than I thought!
>Figure it out anyway.
>Now I'm all nice and clean, I even get heated towels this time! Then it's time for the beautician to do her thing.
>She has me sit in a chair,
>without my phone,
>and unlike the masseuse, she's wearing a suit.
>Most of one, anyway:
>a button-up shirt, with nice tight trousers.
>Unf.
>She's also a lot more animated, than the masseuse, making small talk about this and that, and testing out her limited English as she leans in to dote and fuss over my appearance.
>She does a lot of leaning,
>and it makes it very easy to notice her top is open really low, maybe only the bottom button or 2 are closed, and I can't help but appreciate how large her milkers are for an Asian girl.
>D's at the very least,
>dangling, swinging and jiggling enticingly, right in front of my face as she works.
>Sometimes they're so close I could just stick out my tongue to have a taste,
>and her pants are so tight her panty line presses right through the fabric, as her ass flexes in the mirror like she wants me to look.
>I'm more than happy to oblige.
>Mmmm, I bet I could bounce a 500 yen coin off her rump.
>The right kind of daydreams sure make the time pass quickly,
>and her kind of body sure does make the right kind of daydreams.
>She pulls me out of my reverie by stepping back and sweeping her arms toward the mirror.
>I'm shocked at what I see.



Post 51

>I look like a china doll,
>with my face whitened, and lips painted bright slut-red.
>Magnificent eye makeup emphasizes both the huge fake eyelashes which bat in front of it, and the ice blue irises sparkling beneath.
>My hair is incredible, too:
>a Gordian knot of plaits and twists pierced with a pair of gilded chopsticks.
>She did a really good job; the fading and blending is done more skillfully than anything I've seen since leaving Celestia's court,
>and the bold colors and provocative lines tell everyone exactly what I really am: 
>a painted whore.
>Looking at myself in the mirror, I can't help but imagine what those scarlet lips of mine would look like wrapped around a nice fat horsecock, or plunging into the sopping depths of a mare in heat.
>But my admiration is short lived;
>the masseuse snags me again before I even I stand up:
>time for one more light massage.
>No happy ending this time; they must not want to make me wet again after my last shower.
>Then she gives me some little fuzzy slippers, and walks me out into the main room,
>still totally naked.
>We pass by hotel staff, and Sushi R Us staff, and presumably the Japanese company's staff too.
>There are so many people around, and they're all wearing clothes, going about their jobs.
>But I'm naked.
>I'm the only one naked,
>and there are so many eyes on me I can't help but get horny again,
>and they haven't even opened the room to the party-goers yet!
>I feel my cheeks redden deliciously as one of my coworkers from Sushi R Us snickers to his friend:
“I fucking told you she was a whore!”
>It was a whisper, but one of those whispers where you don't really care if anyone else hears.
>Maybe you actually want them to hear.
>I'm pretty sure everyone did.



Post 52

>Unf.
“Turbo Fucking Slut.”
>And more than that, too.
>My clit is tingling in its hood, and my nipples are hard.
>There's no way they can see my face burn under all this makeup, but there's also no way they can fail to see my nipples jutting out the way my unicorn horn used to.
>I feel so cheap.
>I'm anything but, of course, 
>but I sure do feel like it.
>It's sooooo delicious!
>And it's making me soooooo hot!
>But I have to try to fight it.
>Me,
>the Whore of CHS, having to resist her libido;
>Celestia, what have I gotten myself into?
>She leads me to a table in the center of the room.
>It's very large, and low, and surrounded by pushcarts loaded up with sushi, leaves, sprigs of fern and rosemary, bamboo, and other things I cant' even identify.
>More is spread out over linens draped haphazardly over the table's matte black surface. 
>The very middle is slightly recessed, and covered in its own white linen, with pillows on top of that,
>and then, before my eyes, those are themselves draped in a swathe of rich, red velvet, spilling over the borders nearly to what I surmise to be the part of the table that will be set for the guests.
>Suddenly I realize they're not going to set me on a table tucked against a wall, or out of the way, somewhere.
>No, I'm going right on the very table the guests will be spending the night around, eating and drinking!
>I'm the centerpiece, baby!
>As if I didn't already feel like the star of the show;
>Dazzles, eat your hearts out.
>I climb up, and crawl on hands and knees over the breadth of the table, eventually laying down, and, at their prodding, burying the key under the cloth beneath me, then make myself as comfortable as I can.
>That's pretty comfortable, desu.
>The setter climbs up next to me, and tucks some more pillows under my head, and positions my limbs as she sees fit.
>I'm loving her constant touches,
>and the way she grabs me, moves me, and uses my body for her own purposes is turning me on something fierce.



Post 53

>Celestia, I'm getting so fucking hot!
>She seem to notice, and calls the masseuse back over.
>She climbs up on the table, and looks at me, her inscrutable black eyes locking with mine for a moment, before dabbing between my thighs with a warm towel.
>But it isn't getting it all.
>She thinks a moment, then leans in, and laps up my wetness with her tongue.
>Oooh, zapapples! Are they trying to clean me up, or make me even wetter?
>A few more licks here and there,
>then satisfied, she wipes up her saliva with the towel.
>Some of the other staff look at her with shocked expressions.
>She just shrugs her shoulders and winks at me, licking her lips,
>then walks off back to the corner to resume her conversation with the make up artist.
>They're too far away to make out their what they're saying, but their expressions and body language give me a pretty good idea.
>I bet she would have let me.
>The setter scoots back in and examines my vag closely, but won't touch me.
>She scowls at the masseuse,
>then apparently gets an idea, and rubs a finger through my juices, and daubs them behind my ears, and on my neck,
>right where you'd put perfume.
>I love the way she just did it, too. Not even asking for my permission.
>It's so fucking hot when they use me like that!



Post 54

>Then she starts selecting things from the carts, and table, and placing them on my skin.
>First some broad green leaves, draped over my flesh, 
>then the sushi itself,
>positioned here, then there, then repositioned again.
>Back and forth she goes, seemingly never satisfied.
>Some flowers, purple here, scarlet there; a giant, milky-white magnolia blossom rests on a sweeping, feathered fern leaf right between my legs.
>Roses are woven into my hair, and bouquets of camellias, gardenias, and fresh, sweet herbs are scattered over my limbs, blending them into the folds and shadows of the velvet on which I rest.
>Dishes of sauce are placed in my hands, and more sushi is laid upon me.
>A bit of edible glue and gold foil accent at the setter's discretion,
>and a few small candles are placed on the table with me, their warm, flickering glow alternately shrouding and revealing, redolent of a timid lover.
>At last she seems pleased.
>She's back on the floor, walking around and around, examining me from this way, and that, the smile never leaving her lips.
“Ugokanaide, ne?”
>she orders.
>I'm glad she's happy, but I don't think I could move even if I wanted to.
>What I would give to be able to post a pic of this to tumblr!
>But, oh yeah, I lost my phone.
>Did I mention that?
>I look around and notice almost everyone has withdrawn.
>It's just the serving staff getting last minute instructions.
>The table is already set around me, when did they do that?
>Everyone takes their places, and the lights dim.
>Party time.



Post 55

>The doors have been opened
>I can hear people milling around,
>greetings being spoken, and translators earning their pay.
>I could do their job, too of course,
>but its' so much more fun doing what I'm doing:
>slutting it up in the middle of the table.
>It's a good thing I'm such a slut, too,
>otherwise this would be boring,
>just laying here staring at the ceiling.
>Comfy, yeah, but boring.
>Or mortifying.
>Fortunately, I am a slut,
>and the simple act of being nude in a room full of strangers keeps me aroused enough to be my own entertainment.
>I can't see what's going on though.
>The room is dim, but the lights right above me are bright as ever, and shining right on me.
>My own little spotlight, keeping me mostly blind to the world outside its circle of light.
>No matter; I'm not here to socialize, and am expected to uphold decorum,
>and that means gazing pleasantly, and impassively at the ceiling.
>Nakedly.




Post 56

>I focus on the voices, trying to divine number, names, genders, probable ages, occupations, and personalities from their timbers, tones, and conversations.
>As I expected, most of them are men, but not as old as I thought they would be.
>The few women I hear are translating.
>There are a few jokes, and the odd ribald comment whispered about me,
>but nothing to make it seem like this is the kind of group who would want nyotai mori at their party.
>Maybe the person they're throwing the party for is the perv?
>Heh, that's an amusing thought.
>The Japanese businessmen are the innocents, and it's the local that makes them blush.
>I wonder who it could be?
>Probably some decrepit, bald thing with rheumy eyes, and george soros cheeks.
>An expensive suit that can't hide the stoop in his back or the shuffle in his gait.
>Eww.
>Much better would be Celestia.
>Heralded by the owners of the hotel themselves, and trailed by her retinue:
>a pretty half-Asian lady dressed like a villain on Star Trek;
>a sexy schoolgirl with a kaiken and a hime cut;
>and a bunch of masked, katana-weilding goons in suits.
>Hmm, yeah, that would be better.
>I close my eyes against the glare of the lights and imagine it:
>she'll be wearing a snow-white kimono,
>her hair twisted into a shimmering ball of aurora-colors. 
>I can be the sexy schoolgirl,
>following her around, “Battle without Honor or Humanity,” sounding out from heaven.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sJlu_xo79k8





Post 57

>Asking her enemies if they want to fuck me.
“Yes,”
>they'd say, and I disembowel them, gloating about how I'm the one penetrating them, or
“no,”
>and, “why, I'm not pretty enough?” then disembowel them, laughing that if they won't fuck me, I'll just have to fuck them, instead.
>No need to worry, my Princess will protect me from legal fallout,
>and lest she feel neglected,
>I'll eat her out in the sparkling fairy-land of a snow-covered garden,
>lapping at her entrance in the moonlight,
>bringing her to orgasm under the stars,
>soaked in her fluids, and in the blood of her enemies.
>”Mmmm.”
>The sounds of genuflection and appeasement reach my ears from beyond the doors.
>Easy now Sunset, here they come,
>just like in your imagination.
>The owners, no, the managers, I think, are welcoming their guests:
“Oh, we didn't know it was * your * party!”
“Welcome, right this way, but * you * already know that, don't you honored guest?”
>What in Tartarus?
>Crack open an eye to peek, but the light above enshrouds everything beyond its glare in shadows.
>Reclose them.
>Summon the image of Celestia in a silk kimono,
>purest white, with irridescent rainbow threads woven throughout, and tiny, colorless suns brocaded into the fabric.
>Myself in a tiny sailor fuku at her right hand,
>no panties,
>underass hanging out as we stride through the hotel.
>Undervag, too; my Princess won't let indecency laws interfere with our fun.
>And an army of katna-weilding thugs at our backs.
>I have to fight the urge to smile.
>I hear them approaching now,
>so I open my eyes again, and gaze skyward with a pleasant expression on my face, and Celestia still on my mind.
>I can hear them around me,
>gathering at the table, taking their places.
>The managers aren't talking anymore, but from where their voices stopped, and the silhouettes in the gloom, I can tell they're only a few feet away.





Post 58

>I can feel them looking at me.
>Some faint whispering, and the rustle of clothing and carpet, and the light creaking of wood as the guests settle into their chairs.
>They must be looking at me.
>My cheeks burn.
>So does my skin, hot from their hungry gazes washing over every intimate inch of my barely-legal body.
>Is that why they're not talking?
>Have I shocked them with my beauty?
>I like to think so,
>but I'd prefer a better audience,
>so back into my mind I go.
>It's not a business man sitting next to me, drinking in my nakedness.
>No, it's Principal Celestia.
>Princess,
>fair and glorious as a goddess come down from bright heaven.
>And the night passes,
>hours and hours spent with my watchers shrouded in darkness,
>but my body highlighted for them all.
>Feeling the pinches, and brushes as I'm gradually exposed more and more, as the delicacies are plucked from my skin,
>and my intimates bared.
>All night long my arousal builds, as the guests come by to drink, to eat, or just to stare at me.
>Not him though.
>Not the one the party is for.
>He sends others to gather my sushi for him;
>I can hear them talking about it when they come, but he never comes himself.
>Always at a distance.
>I wonder why?
>If the others aren't lechers, and he's not either, why am I even here?
>Maybe he doesn't like me?
>Whatever, I'm still getting paid, and having a lot of fun!
>Just like I did today!




Post 59

>A heat flares in the already simmering moistness between my legs as the day's events replay in my otherwise unoccupied mind:
>My neighbor, there to watch me strip, and primp every morning without fail.
>Bending way over as I peruse my wardrobe, knowing his eyes are on my round hips, and bare ass.
>Picking something out for pure slut factor,
>then wearing it, and deciding it's not slutty enough!
>So nesting my phone in my slit to know just how high I can roll up my skirt before the police become involved.
>Of flashing at the mall, 
>spreading my legs on the fountain, relishing the eyes of strangers brashly seeking out my depths.
>Of putting on a show in the store windows, and the food court, and deliberately leaving my dressing room curtain open.
>unnnnnf
>The heat grows into an ember, its warmth flowing up my curves and radiating from my exposed flesh.
>searing in time to my heart beat
>I'm getting wet again, but I don't care.
>I've been here for hours, and I think the party is winding down anyway.
>The sounds of goodbyes in both languages reach my ears,
>Then the sounds of drunken guests filing out.
>It's much quieter, now, but I can hear the unmistakable footfalls of one or two people running or power-walking over the thick carpet,
>stopping here and there, punctuated with whispers.
>The doors again.
>and again, a few minutes later.
>Then silence.
>I could hear a pin drop,
>but instead I hear nothing.
>Is it over?
>Should I get up?
>The waitstaff is supposed to tell me when the guests leave, and they start the cleanup, and the lights should be returned to normal.
>They know I can't see anything under the lamps, like this.
>Silence.
>How long should I wait?




Post 60
>I lay in stillness a few minutes, straining my ears, and am just about to sit up and check, myself, when a silken rustling reaches out to me.
>as though someone fishing in an expensive pocket.
>Shit! Somebody's still here!
>That's why the lights are still dimmed.
>Good thing I didn't move!
>Silence, and whispers.
>More than one person?
>Then a voice, tinny as though coming through small speakers,
>with an odd echo about it, as though it were recorded in a small space.
>There's...something familiar about it.
>A few more moments pass, filled with the sound of faint, heavy breathing, then, loud as can be,
”Ha..mmmmmm...”
>Oh no.
>No bucking way!
”Sunset, you slut! You dirty, shameless, amoral whore!” 
>It is!
>That's my voice!
>My eyes widen in surprise and I, very much against the rules, turn them toward the unmistakable sound of my masturbating in the school bathroom!
>Shadows,
>and faintly, by the reflected light of a phone's screen: Princes Celestia's face smiles at me out of the darkness.



Post 61

“Hello, Sunset,”
>her voice smooth and sweet as honey.
>I stare open-mouthed, unable to believe what I'm seeing.
“Thank you for coming to my party. I was hoping it would be you.”
>Almost unconsciously I sit up, etiquette be damned.
>The leaves and flowers fall from my body, leaving me sitting in front of her, completely nude.
>A moment passes, and I try to speak, but nothing comes out.
>It really is her,
>my Princess,
>in a fine, expensive suit, and very tight pants,
>rather than a kimono,
>but there's no doubt;
>it's Celestia, right out of my imagination,
>and sitting next to her, is VP Luna.
>She looks up from the video still playing on the phone in her hand,
>my phone,
>wearing a wicked grin which contrasts ominously with Celestia's own of naked lust.
“Well, well, well,”
>says Luna.
“Cat's got her tongue. For once.”
>I force my mouth closed with an undignified click of teeth, and squint at them, trying to think of something, anything to say.
>Think, Sunset.
>Her party? Hoped it would be me?
>”You knew I would be here?”
“Not until after you agreed.”
>”How?”
“This is our hotel, Sunset, and you're our student. We know where you work, who was doing the catering, and we also follow your little tumblr. It's not hard to put 2 and 2 together.”
“Especially since we knew what kind of catering they were doing,”
>adds Luna, again focused on me masturbating on the screen.
>Is it on repeat?




Post 62

>Celestia raises her eyebrows and looks pointedly at my naked body.
“After all, how many girls do you think would consider doing something like this?”
>What in Tartarus does that mean?
>You know what it means, slut.
>I blush a bit beneath my makeup.
>”This is your hotel?” I ask, eager to change the subject. “They threw a party for you in your own hotel?”
“Oh, Sunset, you don't think we could afford the clothes we wear, and the cars we drive on educator's salaries, do you?”
>”Ummm...
>”Then why do you work at school if you own this place?”
>She chuckles, and shakes her head, fixing me with an odd gaze.
>If it had come from anyone else it would have made my skin crawl.
“Motherly instincts. My desire to help,”
>she finally says.
“And the high school girls,”
>appends Luna, dryly.
“Yes,”
>Celestia laughs.
“Them too. But that's what I love about high school girls. I get older...”
>she begins.
“...But they stay the same age,”
>finishes her sister with a conspiratorial look.
“Yes they do.”
“Yes they do.”
>Are they...joking?
>Somehow, I know they're not. They really are those kinds of women;
>why does it make me so horny?
>You know why, Slut.
>Unbidden, thoughts surface: my fantasies; today at the mall; all the times I've passed Celestia in the hall, and thought I saw her looking too closely at one girl or another, but brushed it off.
>Becoming a little aroused at the thought that I might have been one of those girls, but have never noticed,
>even though I wanted it to be true so badly.
>That all the time I've been wanting her, she's been wanting me, too.
>Is that why I wasn't arrested after the Fall Formal?
>Was she protecting me?
>Is this how she could afford to repair the school without involving the board?
>All her business money?
>A trace of warm fluid running between my legs brings me back to the present.
>I'm open now,
>gaping and tender.




Post 63

>Maybe that's why all * those * teachers still have jobs?
>It's easier to keep a secret when the people in on it, want it to stay secret, too.
>And while normal teachers wouldn't, and would blab the moment they found out,
>those kinds of teachers certainly would.
>Maybe that's why boss was willing to pay so much to get me, specifically to do this?
>Who all that money he paid me came from in the first place?
>Maybe that's why Celestia bought this hotel?
>I laugh, understanding at last; not just anywhere would agree to this kind of event.
>Not just anywhere could set special rooms aside for select clientele.
>Not just anywhere could be relied upon to waive paperwork, or loose it if it became troublesome,
>or to misplace unwanted security footage.
>”Your own hotel,” I say, shaking my head in appreciative disbelief.
“A lot more than that, too, believe me. It's a bit unconventional, to host my own party in my own hotel, but you're a smart girl, Sunset, you can probably understand why.”
>How right she is.
“Anyway, I don't want to talk about that anymore.”
>She gestures around the room.
“Look around Sunset, we're alone. The doors are locked. It's just us.”
>She smiles again, her earlier lust now replaced with warmth.
“Come and sit with us, Sunset, It's much more comfortable here, than on your table.”
>Is this happening?! Is this happening?! Is this happening?!
>I rise slowly, feeling my nipples stiffening and goosebumps rising in anticipation of what's to come.
>My breasts feel taught, and I'm suddenly very aware of how naked I am,
>and how much I'm loving it.
>Is this happening?! Is this happening?! 
>A hesitant step or 2 bridges the distance between us, and I bend to sit between them.
“No, no, Sunset. Not there.”
>She pats her lap.
“Here.”




Post 64

>This is fucking happening!
>Gently, slowly, I lower myself on top of her thighs, gazing into her eyes the whole way,
>fearful that at any moment I'll wake up, alone in my bed, wrapped in sheets wet with something other than sweat.
>But I sit,
>and she doesn't disappear,
>and she's warm, and soft, and smells so good!
>Not unlike my former mentor's scent of sun-warmed sand and ocean spray.
>Tentatively, I wrap my arms around her, and smile.
>I can't believe this!
>Should I kiss her?
>I want to. I want to so badly!
>Yes, I decide, leaning in for it,
>but am stopped by the firm press of her index and middle fingers on my lips.
“Before that, Sunset...”
>A smile, a pause.
“What are you?”
>I blink.
>A pony? A high school student? A waitress?
>”What?”
>She reaches over to Luna, taking my phone from her, and shows it to me.
>On it, I'm still fucking myself silly in the school bathroom.
>Definitely on repeat.
“What are you?”
>She asks again.
>The video plays on:
>my form bent over the counter, slapping my own ass hard enough to strike the mirror with the crown of my head, and shouting out what a whore I am at the top of my lungs.
>”I'm..”
>Oh yes.
>”...I'm a...”
“Don't be bashful, Sunset. We all know exactly what you are. We all know what you're doing here.
“Say it.”
>”I'm a whore.”
>The words scald my lips as Celestia's gentle questioning draws them out, and fans a familiar fire between my legs.
“Good girl.
“Again.”
>”I'm a whore...”
>unf
>”...a slut,” I continue, my volume and arousal growing with each word,
>and at each approving look from her.
>”A piece of sopping wet fuckmeat who gets off on making sure everybody knows it!”
>UNF!
>”I'm the Whore of CHS!”
“Yesssss,”
>Celestia hisses, leaning in to nibble on my earlobe.
“Gooooood girrrlll.”




Post 65

>Her lips on my neck.
“Now listen to me, whore.”
>Her teeth on my lobe.
“We saw you in the food court, today.
“We saw you in the arcade, and we've seen you in the hallways.”
>She switches to my other ear,
>drawing a gasp as the needle points of her teeth seize it firmly, and her tongue traces its edge.
“The teachers tell us what naughty things you get up to.
“You're not just a whore.”
>Her tongue, now tracing a line of fire down my neck.
“Whores can have reasons for doing what they do.”
>Pausing to suckle the delicate skin of my throat.
>My breath growing deeper and more ragged.
>My pussy getting hotter, and wetter.
“Maybe to help a sick relative,
“maybe to put food on the table for their children,
“but you?
>A nibble under my jaw.
>Another suck of my lobe.
“You do it because you like it.”
>It's true.
“You're a whore,
>unf.
“and,”
>she continues breathily.
>Then, with all the venom of the poison thorn at last bared from the silken rose:
“you're a sssllllut!
>I almost scream as she thrusts a hand suddenly, mercilessly between my legs.
>Instead I sigh, and close my eyes, savoring the feeling of my dearest Celestia finally penetrating me,
>my body relaxing,
>melting around her intruding digits.
>A moment of near silence,
>filled only with the hammering of my heart in my chest, and the hungry nibbling of Celestia at my ear. 
“And I like it!”
>She pulls away, taking my earlobe with her, between her teeth, until it springs from her mouth with a sensation bordering on pain.
>Gently, then,
>she slips her fingers from inside me, and uses them to caress my lips.
>A smile, and small, encouraging nod from her, and I let them inside, again,
>this time sucking my own warm juices from her shapely hand.
>Following its curves and lines with the tip of my tongue, until at last she pulls it free.




Post 66

>Her hands cradle my head, and she leans in for a kiss,
>drawing a disappointed moan from me as she stops a fraction of an inch too far,
>lingering there maddeningly,
>looking deeply into my eyes.
>Her face is different:
>her lust is gone.
>Her hunger.
>Replaced with the same warm, inviting smile from moments ago.
>Such beauty.
>Such innocence;
>the face of an angel.
>The face of purity.
“Do you want to be my whore?”
>My breath catches in my throat.
>These words! These words!
>Words that should flense, and eviscerate,
>but from her honeyed throat, perfumed in her halo,
>caress like the silken touch of an angel...
>...eviscerating me.
>Who would have thought she knew these words?
>That she would say them...
>...to me!
“Touch me, whore. Use that magic of yours to see yourself through my eyes.
“I want you to know my lust for you, Sunset,
“so you will know what your answer means.”
>I don't need to touch her,
>I already know.
>but I do anyway, and discover I didn't know at all:
>my nipples tingle and ache and strain against my bra,
>my thighs chafe in their too-tight pants,
>my clitoris throbs beneath the sopping panties which constricting it.
>My head swims,
>my body burns,
>and I lust and desire like only the worst estrus can bring.
>Then she pulls my hands away, and I suddenly realize that all of that,
>was her.
>For a moment I'm speechless,
>staring at nothing in my incomprehension.
>Incredible.
>How can she sit so perfectly through all of that?
>So prim and proper, with her pussy practically soaking through her panties? 
>I'd be writhing and mewling and begging to be fucked!
>I would be now, if she hadn't broken our connection,
>yet here she sits, the very Platonic Ideal of equanimity.
>Again she takes my head in her soft, strong hands, looks into my eyes, and in the voice of a motherly goddess:
“Do you want to be my whore?”
>Yes
>Oh, yes.
>”Yes, Princess.”
>She smiles, and her eyes glitter like amethysts.
“Prove it.
“Eat out my sister.”




Post 67

>What?
>”What?” I blink.
>My head still in her hands, she turns it effortlessly towards Luna.
“You know who this is?”
>”Y-yes?”
“And you know what that is?”
>she asks, angling my head downward. 
>”Yes.”
“What is it?”
>“A pus-a vagina.”
“Its ok, whore,”
>she says, nipping my earlobe again.
“Call it what it is: a pussy.
“It's her pussy,”
>she continues, whispering in my ear.
“Say it.”
>”It's her pussy.”
“Good girl. Who's pussy is it?”
>”It's Luna's pussy,” I say, a little shiver of excitement traveling up my spine at the words.
>She responds by kissing, and sucking the goosebumps of my neck.
“Just 'Luna?'”
>”It's Vice Principal Luna's pussy.”
“That's right.
“And I want you to get down on your hands and knees. Crawl between her delicious, dark thighs. Lift up her dress. And take off her panties.
“With your teeth,”
>she adds with a little nod, and naughty raise of her brows.
“And I want you to kiss her pussy.”
>unf
“And lick her pussy.”
>unf
“And suck on her pussy.”
>unf
“Until I tell you to stop.”
>With every word my mind is filled with images of pussy.
>Of me, on my hands and knees, kissing, licking and sucking it.
>Of loosing myself in its warm, wet embrace,
>locked in place by silken thighs wrapped around my head, strong as iron, soft as cloud.
>But it's Celestia's pussy.
>It's always her pussy, in my mind.
>Luna is a beauty,
>there's no doubt about that.
>But I want Celestia!
>I always have, and to be this close...
>”Princess,” I moan.
>“It's your party, and I'm your whore; can't I eat your pussy, too?”
>She leans back with a smile, cocking her head to the side.
“Maybe.
“If you impress.”
>A little contemplative bite on the top of her own lip.
“But it's my party, and you're my whore. And right now, I want to watch.
“So go, whore.
“You've been paid.
“Go, and tonguefuck my sister.”



Post 68

>Her hands fall from my face, and she nods toward Luna.
>I follow her gaze to see the vice-principal grinning hungrily at me,
>eyes shining in the low light almost as brightly as her teeth.
>Have they always been that pointed?
>I look back at Celestia, and yes,
>she's serious.
>She wants to watch me eat out her sister.
>Lewd.
>And if I do it right, 
>I bet I can make her so horny even she won't be able to fight it!
>Images of Celestia looking down at me,
>tongue lolling from her open mouth,
>legs spread, rubbing circles on her clitoris flit before my eyes.
>mmmmm
>Soundlessly I slide backwards off of her lap,
>lowering myself slowly to the floor.
>A glance back up at her wise, mischievous eyes,
>then I drop to my hands and crawl on all fours to Luna.
>I go slowly,
>hips swaying,
>breasts dangling,
>ever mindful of what I'm showing to Celestia.
>Trying to imagine what I look like from her eyes;
>the better to display myself to her.
>Luna is watching me very closely, too,
>leaning forward in her chair,
>elbows on her knees, and legs spread wide like a man's.
>Her black, high-slit China-dress is pulled all the way to the side:
>a curtain of silk, silver thread, and glittering falls of sapphires, and obsidian sparkles framing her slender legs,
>and her panties, too.
>They're tiny things of silk and white lace barely covering her feminine slit,
>and not much else.
>Even from here I can see the tiny string,
>not even enough to be called a strip,
>plunge from the lace waistband and lose itself between the twin swellings of her labia.
>Celestia, I can smell her, too.
>And she smells soooo good.
>I close my eyes, and tease the air with my nose, trying to be subtle.
>She grins at me even more widely than her legs are already spread,
>and then spreads them even wider,
>leering at me with lust and avarice oozing from her face.




Post 69

>Not so subtle after all, I guess.
>I can almost feel her eyes boring holes in my privates.
>A shiver runs up my spine.
>I feel so objectified,
>and oh, sweet Celestia, I fucking love it!
>Leer at me Luna!
>Leer at your helpless, naked student crawling across the floor!
>Leer at the high-school whore who's given you so much trouble in the past,
>meekly approaching now to suck your genitals,
>and drink your juices,
>just because the principal told her to!
>Doesn't it make you feel powerful?
>It makes me feel like fuckmeat!
>mmmmm
>I lick my lips in anticipation,
>imagining the soft press of her pussy on them,
>and the arousal seeing that happen will kindle in My Princess.
>A look over my shoulder;
>Celestia is leaning back in her chair, legs crossed, arms behind her head,
>with her eyes on my ass.
>With my next 4-legged stride I sway it even more obviously than before.
>I imagine pulling my tail aside In the same motion,
>showing her all I've got.
>I can't lift my tail for her in this body,
>but a nudity taboo means just being naked is an act of sluttery,
>and I make sure she sees every little thing.
>Look at me, Princess.
>How many times have you scolded me in the hallways?
>Lectured me in your office?
>Sent me to detention?
>How many times did you tell me what would happen if I didn't shape up?
>Now, look at me,
>your student,
>crawling naked on the floor in a public place to sexually service your sister.
>Because you told me to.
>unf.
>I'm such a whore.
>The Whore of CHS.
>Your whore.
>And I'm going to show you just what I can do.
>In the same fluid motion that sets my arm forward for another step,
>I swing my head, back toward Luna...
>...and run right into her stiletto heel.




Post 70

>Ouch.
>Now she's leaning back in her chair, too,
>right leg extended,
>her foot squarely on my left shoulder,
>heel digging into the sensitive skin just above my breast.
>She's glaring down at me,
>eyes black and angry as the smoke from an oil fire.
>Uh-oh.
“Are we not enough to hold your attention, whore?”
>Uh-oh!
>”No!
>”Wait, yes!”
>Shit!
>Which one means which?
>”I mean, of course you're enough to hold my attention, vice-principal!
>”But this is Celestia's party, right?
>”I have to make sure she's happy! Right?”
>Her eyes narrow in the flickering candlelight.
>I could swear I see lightning sparking inside them.
“We are not a fool, Sunset Shimmer, do not play us for one.
“You were looking at our sister because you desire her!”
>Well. Yeah.
“Well, little whore, you can not have her!
“Not unless we say that you are worthy.”
>She leans forward, somehow pressing even harder with her long, spiked heel.
>Her scowling face is mere inches from mine,
>and it's all I can do not to wince under the combined assault of her stiletto heel and withering glare.
“Prove.
“Your worth,”
>She sneers, at last, then leans back again, her foot still on my shoulder.
>It hurts.
>What should I do?
>The pain in my chest throbs,
>but the scent of her womanhood entices,
>and from her leg,
>the very one pinning me in place like a butterfly to a cork-board,
>a bouquet of night-jasmine wafts.
>Slowly, I turn my head to it,
>afraid of her reaction if I should try to take it in my hands,
>and let my lips caress her skin.
>It's much softer than I thought,
>and warmer too,
>drawing kiss after gentle kiss.
>A tentative look at her face shows she's still scowling,
>but no longer looks like a tropical squall line on a humid summer evening.
>I inch closer,
>dragging my lips on the inside of her ankle as I do so,
>nearly wincing again as her heel digs deeper into my chest.
>She smiles smugly down at me,
>then picks her leg up and rests it on my shoulder.




Post 71

>The relief is immediate, but I don't let it show,
>instead forcing my lips right back to her leg,
>a little higher this time,
>moving from the top of her foot to the shaft of her shin, 
>then the swell of her calf,
>moving forward, little by little.
>Her knee,
>stopping here to lavish it with kisses,
>and some light suckles.
>She's smiling again now,
>and I chance a little lick,
>just a flick of my tongue through barely-parted lips.
>Her smile deepens.
>I kiss her knee again,
>opening my mouth against the smooth skin of its underside,
>and tracing circles there with the tip of my tongue.
>She tastes like salt, and honey, and the smell of jasmine is very strong.
>I close my eyes in absent-minded pleasure,
>savoring the taste of my vice-principal's flesh. 
“Keep going, whore,”
>she finally says in a cold, calm voice.
“You have earned the privilege of continuing to pleasure me.”
>She doesn't need to tell me twice.
>The pain in my chest still smarts,
>now a low, throbbing burn, instead of a sharp impalement.
>There's no way she didn't leave a mark.
>There's also no way I'm going to risk checking it yet.
>I inch forward again,
>ignoring the protest of my chest,
>peppering the inside of her thigh with kisses, licks and suckles,
>until my breasts press against her other leg,
>dangling normally over the seat of the chair.
>I lean down to kiss it, too,
>on the concave side of her kneecap.
>Another glance toward her face tells me I'm doing it right.
>Still keeping my hands on the floor, I nuzzle it, then push it to the side with more kisses.
>Her other leg drops from my shoulder, 
>its spiked heel missing my hand by less than an inch,
>then mirrors its companion,
>spreading open and exposing her nethers like clouds parting for a waxing moon. 
“As my sister said: with your teeth.”




Post 72

>A few more kisses on her thighs bring my lips to hers.
>A moment lingered,
>enveloped in her sultry musk,
>My own hot breath reflecting back from her womanhood to wash over my face,
>bringing even more of her scent with it.
>A moment, pregnant with anticipation,
>then I reach out with my tongue.
>Finding her, and tracing her folds with its tip:
>the shockingly smooth skin of her genitals,
>already wet with desire;
>the contrast of sensations where her panties press against her labia,
>then disappear between them,
>pure silk, but comparatively rough to the touch;
>the soft, unbelievably delicate skin in the hollows where her thighs join her hips,
>then swell back into the womanly rise of erotic lips.
>As hard as Luna seems in the halls of the school, and the shadows of her office,
>I would never have believed how delicate and feminine she could be,
>or how delicious she would taste.
>Yet here I am,
>exploring her most intimate parts with my tongue,
>brushing her swells with the flat,
>plunging her recesses with the tip, 
>tasting her desire.
>Sweeping her inner labia out from beneath her panties,
>too tiny to hold, or cover them.
>Coaxing her clitoris,
>still trapped under it's silken strap,
>out, bit by bit,
>thoroughly lost in her intoxicating womanhood.



Post 73

>How long have I been here,
>eating out the vice-principal?
>I'd better get those panties off!
>But I don't even want to think of what would happen if I bit her.
>Carefully I fish around with my tongue,
>probing and sliding in the slick mixture of saliva and feminine juices,
>trying to find a way to slip it under the thin strip of fabric passing between her folds.
>It's probably easier at the waistband, genius.
>Licking upward now,
>my tongue following the tiny string to her clit,
>feeling its firmness, like a pebble wrapped in satin,
>then kissing further,
>beyond her hood,
>over her mound,
>to the tiny lace gusset strung around her hips.
>It's not easy, but with care I manage to catch it with my teeth and pull it down.
>Obligingly, Luna lifts her hips so I can tug it past her ass,
>down her long legs,
>around a foot,
>so little fabric they don't even catch on her shoes.
>As I drag them around her other foot, she suddenly leans forward and seizes my hair.
>Not hard, but not gently either.
>I feel my head being turned toward her,
>again, not hard, but leaving no room for argument.
>Her other hand then goes to my face,
>scooping up the panties dangling from my teeth, and forcing them all the way in my mouth.
“Ok, whore,
“you're probably good enough at cunnilingus not to waste our sister's time,
“but before we render a verdict,
"We need to see how you fuck.”



Post 74

>She reaches behind her chair and produces a bag,
>then sets it on the floor in front of me and opens it up.
>It's full of dildos.
>Lube, too,
>a couple of strap-on harnesses, condoms, and a few other things,
>but mostly dildos.
>So many sizes, colors and shapes;
>do they own bad dragon, too?
“Pick one, whore.
“Take your time.
“Not too much,
“but I want it to be your absolute favorite.”
>Ok, I nod soundlessly,
>and reach in to move them around and see what's under the top layer.
>Suddenly, violently, Luna slaps my hands away.
>”Owwmmph!” I squeak around the panties in my mouth.
>That fucking hurt!
“Whores use their mouths, not their hands.”
>unf
>She's right, too.
>What would my Princess think,
>watching me sucking cock, after rubber cock.
>Not just because I'm trying to be sexy,
>but because we whores use our mouths.
>It's just what we do.




Post 75

>I want to look back at Celestia, but don't want to risk another slap.
>unf
>Well, I need to impress;
>bobbing for schlongs it is, then.
“And don't drop my fucking panties, either, whore.
“I put them in your mouth because that's where I want them.”
>”...”
“Aye ma'am, some shit.”
>unf
>”Yesh ma'am.”
>I bend over the bag, but it's too low to get my face inside of, sitting on the floor next to it.
>Rise back to all fours, to get a better angle, then lower my front,
>leaving my ass sticking up in the air all on it's own.
>As if I weren't feeling deliciously slutty enough!
>I can't see Celestia,
>but I can imagine her drinking in the sight,
>so I give a seductive wiggle and arch my back.
>This sets my nipples brushing against the carpet,
>sending a strange melange of pleasure from them, and pain from the wound on my chest coursing through my body.
>And it's fucking hot.
>unf
>It's hard literally nosing through the bag,
>but I'm worried if I pick any up to move them, Luna would use that as an excuse to fuck me with it,
>and, all the biggest ones are on top;
>I bet that was her clever little plan all along.
>Ha-ha,
>You're a VP and I'm a whore,
>but I'm smarter than yoouuu~
>Oh, this one's nice:
>comfy equine shape for maximum pleasure,
>not too big,
>white with green, blue and a little bit of pink marbled in.
>Just like * her *.
>I just have to get it out of there!
>I press my face in further,
>pushing giant rubber dongs left and right with my nose,
>and shifting others with my lips and tongue,
>until finally, I can reach it.
>Sort of.
>I can't get it's gorgeous, shapely shaft in my mouth at this angle,
>but it's lying there balls-up,
>so it's easy enough to wrap my lips around them, and pull.



Post 76

>I sit back up, feeling a little proud of myself.
>The dildo protrudes from my mouth, shaft standing vertically, covering one of my eyes.
>But Luna doesn't look pleased.
“That's the one you want, is it?”
>I nod, causing the dildo to quiver, and mushroom stamping my own forehead.
“Too bad.
“You should have thought about that before you made such a mess.”
>She gestures to the bag, and the scattering of dildos littering the floor around it.
“Look at all those you knocked out when you sat up!
“Bad whore!”
>She leans forward in her chair and dumps out the whole bag,
>then smiles at me evilly and begins sweeping through them with her long, delicate fingers.
“I'll just have to choose for you.
“This one?
“Mmmm, no.
“This one?
“Ah-ha!”
>she says at last, fingers closing around a phallic colossus:
>midnight blue at the base, segueing to black down the shaft,
>Flared.
>Massively so.
>Ponyfeathers.
“I call it the Nightmare,”
>she gloats.
“Now, whore, you won't need this,”
>she says, pulling the dildo I'd chosen from my mouth, and letting it drop to the floor.
“But you will need to be taught a lesson,”
>she continues, slipping the oversized dildo into a harness, and fastening it around herself.
“Crawl,
“don't walk,
“to the table upon which you spent the night flaunting your whore body.
“Climb on top of it, and lay on your back.”
>On my back?
>With all her obvious kink, I wouldn't have thought of her as much of a missionary girl,
>but what Luna wants, Celestia wants,
>at least for now,
>so I'm going to be the slut to give it to her.
“Giddy-up, whore!”
>with a slap on my ass as I turn to go.
>Hard.
>I can feel the flaming red hand print it left behind.
“Faster, or next time I use this,”
>she says, waving a riding crop in front of my face.
>She wouldn't.
>Pff, yes she fucking would!



Post 77

>I crawl as fast as I can, scuffing my knees on the carpet and almost bumping into the table.
“Good whore! Upsies!”
>she says, whipping the tabletop with the crop.
>Fucking hell, this bitch!
>It's turning me on so much!
>I clamber over the edge of the table and lay supine,
>spreading my legs.
>Luna circles me with a thirsty smile,
>lining herself up with my entrance,
>rolling her free hand around the tip of her strap-on like someone chalking a pool cue.
>Closer, and I feel it's shaft on the inside of my thigh
>closer, still, and it's poking at my dripping passage.
>She reaches out and cups my mound in her hand,
>thumbing my clitoris, but not penetrating me.
>It feels good.
>So good.
>SLAP!
>The pain of her crop on my bare breasts yanks out a panty-choked cry.
“Not like this, whore. 
“Turn around, I'm fucking your mouth, first.”
>That's more like what I'd expect from her,
>I think, scrambling to do as she says.
“Good. Let your head hang all the way over the edge.”
>I do, and my vision is almost completely filled by the massive flared dildo, and great, round balls.
>Somehow, it looks even bigger from this angle.
>There's no way I can take all that!
“Say 'Ahh.'”
>But I have to try.
>”A-aaahhhh.”
>She walks forward,
>closer,
>closer,
>then the dildo passes by my face and over my chest.
>Her left hand reaches down to wrap around the back of my neck, and the other invades my mouth,
>fishing out her panties, and putting them in my hand.
“Hold on to these, whore. You'll be eating them again, aye ma'am.”
>”A-aye ma'am.”
>I can't keep the tremble out of my voice.
>That thing is monstrous.
>I mean, I'm a total slut.
>I keep a couple dildos under my pillow, in case I get horny at night,
>and I practice deepthroating for fun when I watch TV or whatever,
>but I can't even imagine taking ALL OF THAT.
>But Celestia,
>Celestia, My Princess, she asked me to...
>Celestia...
>...sits down on the floor next to me;



Post 78

“Sunset.
“Hey.
“Look at me.”
>It's that face again,
>The face of an angel.
“It looks scary, doesn't it?
>I nod a little bit.
>She nods too.
“Mm-hmm. See? It's ok to admit it.”
>Her finger tips stroke lightly over my face, brushing a few errant strands back behind my ear.
“But I know you can do it.” 
>Now cradling my head again.
“You can do it for me, right?
>Looking into my eyes,
>fingertips softly stroking my face.
“For me?”
>For her?
>I have to try.
>”Yes, Princess. For you.”
>She leans down, kissing me full on my lips,
“Thank you,”
>then kisses me again,
>sucking one, then the other,
>and for a brief, blissful moment, intertwining her tongue with mine,
>then she's gone.
“Our turn again?”
>Luna asks.
>Celestia nods, and tilts my head back, gently, as far as it will go.
“Open your mouth, Whore of CHS,”
>she whispers in my ear in her angel voice, taking Luna's shaft in her other hand,
>guiding it to my mouth as her sister steps in.
>Will it fit?
“Wider,”
>she gently scolds, and somehow,
>the head barely squeezes inside.



Post 79

>My jaw already hurts,
>but being taken like this,
>completely dominated by these older women,
>these authority figures at my school,
>in turns harsh and kind,
>is making me wetter than anything I've ever done before.
>What does that say about me?
>Who cares.
>Right now, I just want more.
“Good girl,”
>a soft whisper in my ear,
>then she summarily stands, and walks away, grabbing a chair and dragging it closer.
>Instead of sitting in it, though she returns to the floor,
>setting her elbow on the chair, and her head in the palm of her hand.
>She's right at eye level.
>Strap-on level.
>Her gaze travels down my body, then back up,
>placidly consuming the sight of me.
>her student,
>bruised, naked, spread, on my back in public,
>mouth stuffed with her sister's favorite strap-on,
>and she smiles at me,
>eyes shining into mine.
>The image of love, care, and compassion.
“Break her in for me, Luna.”


Post 80

>And she does,
>thrusting her toy inside my mouth again, and again.
>Shallowly at first,
>maybe seeing how deep she can go before I choke.
>I'm doing my best to be a good little whore.
>For Celestia's sake.
>Trying my hardest to relax my throat,
>and swallow it down,
>to keep my hands at my sides,
>squeezing the pillows, and luna's panties as hard as I can to distract myself from the brutal penetration, 
>but it's not enough.
>*SMACK*
>The sharp sting of her riding crop on my pussy makes my vision flash white.
“Open wider!”
>*SMACK*
“Suck harder!”
>*SMACK*
“Take it like a whore, you whore!”
>It hurts so good.
>So humiliating, and exciting.
>I writhe, and twist, but she only laughs, and fucks my face even harder.
>I can't breathe;
>spit and strap-on choke my airway.
>My legs kick, and my arms reach back to push against her hips,
>but she doesn't let up.
>Pain as she grabs my tit,
>squeezing hard,
>pulling,
>then dropping it,
>practically throwing it back against my chest,
>then smacking it with all her might.
>I scream around her toy,
>so she seizes my throat and squeezes that, too,
>pushing me down against the table.
“Stop fighting, whore. Just go limp.”
>She's so strong,
>and she's right over me, bearing down with all her weight.
“Go limp, whore,”
>she hisses.
>I can't move.
>She slaps me across my face.
“Go Limp!”
>I surrender.
>My arms and legs dropping to the table like dead meat.
>She doesn't let up on the pressure on my throat,
>but neither is she squeezing any harder. 
>She's going deeper inside me, though.
>I can feel her pushing her way slowly down my throat.
>It's so big.
>Squinting through tears, I watch her balls coming closer, bit by bit.
>Feel the medial ring pass my lips as the tears roll around my face.
>I cough, and choke;
>I still can't breathe, but don't dare to move.



Post 81

>I can feel her leaning over me, but can't see,
>my sight obscured by her massive shaft.
>She roughly grabs my pussy, and thrusts her fingers inside.
>She's trying to be harsh, but I'm already so wet she just slips inside.
>Wet.
>From that.
>Celestia, I'm such a slut.
>Deeper she pushes, and I feel her balls slap heavily against my nose.
>Deeper, still, and they push against it.
>Hard.
>I have to breathe!
>I have to!
>But she won't let me go!
>More pain as she pinches and twists my clit, and my burning, sodden folds.
>My head is starting to spin, but I'm trapped.
>I have to endure.
>She won't kill me.
>She'll let me go,
>Celestia will make her.
>I just have to...
>endure...
>Salvation!
>With a satisfied sounding
“Good girl,”
>I feel her pulling out at last.
>I gasp and shudder at the air, but she smacks me across the face.
“Stay down, whore. I'll tell you when to move.
“Just breathe”
>I do, but it's hard.
>She's not all the way out.
>Her tip is still in my mouth and she's still holding me against the table by my throat.
“Through your nose. Keep sucking.”
>”Yesh ma'am,” I mumble around her phallus.
>I still can't see her face.
>She's so close now I can't even see if Celestia is still watching.
>Luna's thighs, and strap-on completely fill my vision.
>They sway a bit as she breathes.
>One breath.
>Two.
“That's enough,”
>and she thrusts again,
>instantly as deep as she was before.
>I lay there, and let her,
>enduring the pain, and humiliation, no,
>loving the pain, and humiliation.
>She settles into a pattern: 
>fucking my mouth like a pussy,
>hard, and rough,
>not giving me a chance to actually suck, or do anything with my tongue, or lips;
>just straight up fucking me in my face-hole.
>Then she goes deep for a few thrusts,
>pushing my nose uncomfortably against my face with her giant rubber balls.



Post 82

>Hilting.
>Holding me there as the last of my air runs out, and I struggle not to squirm,
>then pulling back just far enough to let me breathe,
>but never completely leaving my mouth.
>Excuse me,
>my
“face-pussy,”
>as she calls it.
>She goes through this a few times,
>It never feels good, but once I know the pattern it makes it a little easier.
>The sickest, whoriest part of me is even enjoying it.
>A lot.
>Are they recording this?
>I hope they're recording it!
“Up, whore,”
>Luna says, finally pulling out completely.
>I choke, and gasp as I start to sit up.
>My eyes sting as tears flush makeup into my eyes.
“Hands, and knees. Turn around.”
>”Yes ma'am” I sputter, whirling like a tornado to get in position before she gets angry again.
>I catch a glimpse of Principal Celestia, still on the floor,
>holding the dildo I'd picked out earlier,
>smiling at me and running her tongue daintily along the flare.
>She raises her eyebrows, 
>and then she's gone from my sight.
>It's just the empty room in front of me, filled with chairs.
>I imagine them full of people,
>watching, laughing, masturbating...
>Luna takes me by my hips.
>...taking pictures and shooting videos.
> She thrusts inside me without any pause, or tenderness.
>Just like I expected,
>like I wanted.
>Slapping my dangling tits around,
>squeezing them, and digging in her nails.
>Pinching my nipples, and my clit,
>slapping my ass over, and over,
>and fucking.
>Fucking.
>Fucking.
>Fucking.



Post 83

“Down, whore!”
>she commands.
>I obey,
>sinking to my elbows, instead of my hands.
>But that's not far enough.
>She grabs me by my hair, and yanks it back as hard as she can, drawing a pained yelp.
>She pulls me all the way to a semi-kneeling position,
>and wrapping both her hands in my locks.
>Then she pushes my head down hard,
>all the way to the table.
>I only manage to turn my face at the last moment.
>Bang!
>Ouch.
>Then she yanks me back up again,
“UP!”
>then back to the table, hitting it again, with the side of my head.
“Down!”
>back up again.
“UP!
“DOWN!
“UP!
“DOWN!”
>and back up, again.
>Holding me up,
>my face next to hers, as she hisses at me.
“Like that, whore! Up is up! Down is down! Let's try again, whore!”
“DOWN!”
>She shouts, and I throw my front half to the table as quickly, and completely as possible.
“Better.
“Stay there!”
>and she resumes her rhythm.




Post 84

>It's not so bad, really.
>Being Luna's fuck toy.
>Sure, she's rough,
>but I'm a whore.
>Taking dicks is what I do.
>Rubber, or flesh, it's all the same to me. All stuff I've seen before.
>But then,
>well, then she tries to do something new:
>stick it in my ass.
>She's fucking the hell out of me, and I'm loving it like the slut I am,
>with my head jerking and banging on the hard table, and my ass shaking with every slap of her hand, and thrust of her cock,
>but then she just pulls out,
>and I feel her  pushing up against my other entrance.
>She's not even lubing up.
>This is gonna hurt.
>I can't stop myself from whimpering when I realize what she's about to do to me.
>No lube.
>This is gonna hurt so bad.




Post 85

“Sister!”
>Principal Celestia scolds.
“Luna, dear sister, what did I tell you about being greedy?”
>Luna stops, and looks back at her sibling with a face of wry amusement.
“I was wondering how far you'd let me go.”
>Celestia laughs.
>Silver bells on a spring breeze.
“Well, now you know, my sister. I want you to have fun, too, but it's my party,
“and *that's*...”
>she pauses and points at my back side
“...what I want, Luly.”
>Luna's hands slide from my hips, and she backs away,
>her penis huge, and glistening with my fluids in the dim light of the dining room.
“The whore's all yours.”
>Celestia looks down at me, wearing her angelic smile. 
“Sunset, little whore.”
>My heart skips.
”You've been such a good slut, tonight.
“Eager, but patient. Debased, yet reserved. I'm so glad it was you who came. That you really are as much of a whore as the rumors say.”
>The things she says...they should hurt me, shouldn't they?
>but they just make my heart pound, and my cheeks flush in the most satisfying ways.
“You like it when I say that, little whore?”
>”I really do, Prince...Principal Celestia.” 
“You want me to have a turn, don't you, little whore?”
>Yes.
>Hell yes!
>”Yes Principal Celestia.”
>Her smile grows.
“Then crawl on over, little whore. There's something I want you to do for me,”
>she says, leaning back in the chair, and spreading her legs.
>Oh Sweet Celestia, finally! 
>This little whore'll do that all night long!
>”Yes ma'am!” 
>My body flows from the table, like the words flow from my lips:
>like honey.
>Sweet, and enticing.
>The pain and fear of a moment before vanquished by the tenderness of my favorite principal.




Post 86

>My lust rekindling at her touch as I draw near,
>warm fingertips tracing lines of fire across my face,
>sweeping over my cheeks, then my ears, catching my hair between her strong, graceful fingers.
>The gentle tugging of her hands seizing it in balled fists,
>and a firm, but gentle pressure guiding my face between her legs,
>her musky, feminine bouquet growing from faint, to strong, to cloying.
>I lick my lips in anticipation.
>I couldn't help it even if I wanted to; my mouth is watering!
>A kiss on her thigh, in greeting,
>and another on her wrist in thanks.
>Sucking a fingertip into my mouth
>Looking up at her with wide, doe eyes as I suck.
>I almost feel innocent again, under her gaze.
>Her eyes so wise and beautiful,
>her hair shining and holy,
>her skin glowing and flawless;
>there's something almost sacrilegious about fellating even just her finger.
>Something unclean.
>It's incredibly arousing.
>The Whore of Babylon could take notes from me.
>My sweet angel, Principal Celestia watches me a while,
>naked, sucking, and painted,
>just like a whore should be.
>Then she leans in, and places a gentle kiss on my forehead,
“Pleasure me, little whore,”
>and I do.
>I plant kiss after kiss on her thighs, smooth and warm as sun-drenched silk.
>My lips here, my tongue there,
>following the soft alabaster path of her legs,
>all the way to her flower of velvet, and silk,
>already streaming sublime nectar.
>A taste, but only just;
>for me, a draught of golden ichor,
>the elesctric sensation of a long-held dream at last coming true.
>For her, a sample of the heaven only sin can bring,
>herald of so much more to come, if only she'll embrace the forbidden.
>A taste,
>then back down her other leg.




Post 87

>She whimpered!
>I know she did!
>*I* made her whimper.
>Me!
>And now I'm going to do it again!
>Once more up the flesh of her leg,
>cloudstuff and manna. 
>Pouring all of my hunger and passion into this moment.
>Our moment.
>Maybe our only one.
>The world fades away:
>no more Luna in the corner of my sight,
>no more thick hotel carpet under my knees,
>no more meringue of makeup plastered to my face,
>no more light, ambient chill calling my nipples to attention.
>Just Celestia,
>her sighs and moans,
>her squirms, and wiggles,
>trembles in her muscles building and cresting into waves.
>And I'm responsible for it all.
>I'm the one making her feel this way.
>My Princess.
>My Principal.
>Her thighs close around my head,
>and her sex grinds, painting me in her brimming fluids.
>Her fingers grasp, and claw, tugging my hair into tangled monuments of her pleasure,
>until sadly, agonizingly, she pushes me away.




Post 88

>What?
>Have I done something wrong?
“No,”
>she answers, saying,
“The look on your face says it all.
“You did perfectly, little whore.
“Now I want you to do something else.”
>”Anything, Princess.”
>A smile
>A pause.
>She seems infinitely amused at my choice of words.
“I want you to feel good. I want my little whore to want to come back to me.”
>”I'll always...”
“Luna's going to fuck you again.”
>My face pales.
>I don't mean it to, but I can feel it.
>Maybe the makeup will hide it?
“I'm not asking, Sunset. I'm telling you.”
>I guess not.
“Luna is going to fuck you again, and you are going to let her.”
>”Y-yes ma'am,”
“Good whore.
“But oh, don't worry, she'll be gentle this time.
“You've earned it.”
>”Yes ma'am. Thank you ma'am.”
“Now stay like you are, on all 4s on my carpet,
“spread your legs, and arch your back.
“Good whore.
“Let her enter you, just like that.
“See? It's not so bad, this time, is it?
>”No Principal Celestia.”
“Now, come back to me, little whore,”
>she whispers, returning me to her nethers with hands twined in my hair.
“We're not done.”




Post 89

>She was right; Luna is much gentler this time.
>Still a bit too rough for me to say it feels good,
>but I'm having fun anyway;
>I'm a whore,
>and I have a face full of my high-school principal's womanhood,
>and a tongue sheathed inside of her.
>So what if I'm also getting fucked by someone I don't really want to be fucked by?
>It's just whore pussy.
>So many others have already been in there, what difference does it really make?
>It's practically public pussy at this point.
>And the fucked up part about it is,
>that's just how I like it.
>Public pussy.
>I can't stop myself from smiling;
>Even though I'm buried in the muff I've lusted after for all these years,
>somehow,
>thinking of myself like that,
>as public pussy,
>somehow, that excites me even more.
>Sweet Celestia, I'm such a slut.
>I mean, think about that.
>Really parse what it means that I don't even care who's fucking me,
>as long as someone is.
>About how hot it makes me when other people watch it happen.
>That's got to say something about me, doesn't it?
>That I like the casualness of it.
>That I like being seen, and exposed, and groped and fucked.
>In public.
>By strangers.
>That I like the rumors,
>and the attention, 
>and the reputation as the school bicycle.
>Their disdain is my freedom;
>nobody expects much when you're the slut, after all.
>And I like it.
>Fuck me, I must be damaged.
>Ponies aren't as prudish as humans, but even ponies don't go that far.
>Yet here I am.
>Loving it,
>and wanting more.
>I am such a slut.
>And I wouldn't have it any other way.




Post 90

>But Celestia,
>she gets to have me in any way she wants.
>And now she wants something else.
>Something that involves that beautiful horse-dildo I'd picked out earlier.
>The white one with marbled colors and the banana curve so the one doing the fucking could slip it right inside herself, and get pleasure from the act too.
>A feeldoe, they call it,
>But with balls, and shaped like a horsecock.
>And the kids at school say artistry is dead.
>Hahaha.
>With one hand she tilts my face upward, and holds it in place.
“Open, little whore,”
>and with the other, slides the shaft down my throat, then lays back in her chair, spreading her legs wide, ordering me to slip the anchor-end inside her.
>She looks so beautiful from down here, on the floor,
>the dildo's equine head silhouetting against her smiling face, and aurora-colored hair.
>I could swear it's throbbing in anticipation.
>I know I am;
>my cheeks, and labia pulsing in time to my heartbeat.
>I can't really help it, I'm overcome with desire, and start to suck,
>my hands roaming her body as I do.
>Over her thighs,
>around her waist,
>her hips,
>her breasts,
>and most intimate of all,
>holding her hands in mine, all while deepthroating her toy.




Post 91

>Then she wants me to stand, so I do.
>A sardonic smile, and a small nod toward a bottle laying by the chair:
>lube.
>A moment later it's in my hands and then, on her shaft.
>She takes my hips, and turns me around.
“Sit,”
>she tells me.
“Slowly.”
>Slowly, inch by inch, guided by her soft, powerful hands,
>one on my hips, supporting me,
>one on her shaft, adjusting it so it goes right where she wants.
>Where she wouldn't let Luna go.
>There's a  tickling on my anus,
>a pressure building.
>She stops me.
“Slower, little whore,”
>swinging the shaft up and down like an inverted pendulum.
>It's nestled between my cheeks,
>gliding smoothly from top to bottom,
>then stops.
>It's right on target, its broad head poking at me, begging for entrance,
>warning me that if I don't let it in,
>it'll force itself through anyway.
>I relax myself, and start to sit, again.
>Pressure builds,
>sweet, painful pressure.
>I'm back up again, and reaching between my legs to smear the lube back over the head.
>and down once more,
>this time arching my back, loosening my anus even more, and siting with a bit more weight.
>I can feel myself stretching,
>it hurts,
>but in a good way.
>And I'm not giving up until my Princess gets exactly what she wants.
>Sitting a little harder,
>making myself a little looser,
>rocking back and forth,
>setting a rhythm,
>then finally sweet, painful pressure changes to sweet, painful bliss;
>she's inside me.
>A little farther, and I'm sitting on her lap.
>I look over my shoulder at my sweet Princess and our eyes meet,
>I lean back and kiss her full on her mouth.
>Her hands tighten around my waist, and she starts to thrust as our tongues dance together.
>small, and careful, paying close attention to my reactions,
>then deeper and harder as she sees my pleasure.
>Finally, I feel the give as she passes my final gate, and the real fucking can begin,




Post 92

>Riding her,
>and sitting on her with my full weight as she sits in the chair.
>I open my eyes, mouth wide, and tongue lolling out.
>There's Luna,
>sitting on the table in front of us, masturbating.
>She's completely naked now, and her legs are spread as wide as they'll go.
>Even her harness is gone, but the same giant strap-on she'd used to make me whimper is all the way inside of her,
>then back out again as she slams it home over, and over as hard as she can.
>She sees me watching and winks, then licks her lips and pulls her legs up, into the M position, right on the edge of the table.
>She pulls out the dildo and begins to suck on it,
>running her tongue up and down the shaft,
>collecting all the little rivulets of our sweet melange smeared over its veined surface,
>then plunges it back inside herself, never breaking eye-contact with me. 
>Holy Tartarus, that's so hot,
>I think, furiously rubbing my clit to the image, all while bouncing on Celestia's dick.
>But it gets better.
>With another wink, and a wicked smile, her free hand points to one of the other chairs.
>It's got a laptop in it.
>the camera is pointed right at us,
>and the image on the screen is everything I've wanted.
>I watch on the screen as Luna stands and walks toward me.
>My vision is blocked by the intrusion of Luna's crotch into my face.
>I don't mind, 
>she smells so good
>Jasmine and sex
>and tastes even better
>her femininity fills my senses as Celestia's toy, and rhythm fill my nethers.
>It all feels so good,
>but I can't help wishing I could watch what they're doing to me from the outside.




Post 93

>Seemingly reading my mind the 2 sisters shift and pivot,
>turning so that I can, if I look hard enough,
>see the screen through the gap between their bodies. 
>They never release me, of course,
>holding me fast like a helpless animal in the jaws of a velvet vice.
>And how beautiful it is;
>Luna before me, her bared womanhood grinding against my open mouth
>my tongue inside her, lapping up the night-honey
>My dear Princess beneath me,
>reclined on her throne, with her hands around my waist, and our hips bucking and writhing out a song of forbidden sex and deep penetration.  
>And me,
>The Whore of CHS in the middle of it all.
>Exposed,
>exploited,
>impaled,
>and all of it caught on camera.
>My indignity and sluttery immortalized forevermore.
>Impossible to hide,
>impossible to deny.
>It's all so...
>”Mmm...”
>”Unhhh~”
>orgasm builds,
>”Unmmff...mm.mmm!”
>builds,
>builds, and crests!
>A tsunami over a seawall.
>Blinding, shuddering, heaving orgasm,
>sweeping away all thought and sensation before it.
>And the world goes black.




Post 94

>Ever wonder what it's like to come to in a strange room covered in sweat, and sexual fluids, aching inside and out, totally sober, remembering every shameful thing you did, and how many people must have seen it, and getting turned on all over again by the thought?
>Probably not, if you're like most people.
>But I do,
>hell, I even know what it's like.
>And I love it.
>Slut.
>I smile.
“The whore is awake,”
>That was Luna.
>My smile grows and I turn my head to look at her.
>She's standing over me, clean, and dressed in a nice suit.
>Must have showered while I was out.
>She finishes adjusting her cuffs, and pulls a small wad of cash from her pocket.
>The solid platinum money clip goes back inside, but the bills rain all over me.
“A tip, whore. You did well. We'll see you again.” 
>I writhe happily in the cash, and degeneracy, and idly wonder if the camera is still on to catch me doing it.
“Happy birthday to you, Dear Sister. We wish we could stay longer, but it is morning and we are needed at school. Enjoy your day off.”
>And with that, she's gone, disappearing out the doorway.




Post 95

>Celestia smiles, and lays down on the cushions with me
>On the floor.
>Weren't those on the table?
“Good morning, Sunshine.”
>I smile again.
>”Good morning Principal Celestia.”
“Principal?
“You called me something else, earlier. 'Princess.'”
>I did? I must have.
>It's not like she'll put 2 and 2 together, is it?
>I could tell her.
>Yes, Principal Celestia, I could say.
> I called you that because you're the humanized twin of my former friend, and mentor back in talking candy horse land, and I agreed to come here and do this tonight not just because I'm a huge slut, but because part of me was hoping you'd show up, and fuck me, and maybe put some of my self-esteem and abandonment issues to rest by giving me the closure I can never have from the Celestia I grew up with.
>Who's also the Princess of talking candy horse land.
>So when I was fucking you, I was *actually* just fucking her.
>Yeah.
>I'm sure that would go over swimmingly.
>Instead, I just nod.
“I like that,”
>she says.
“Say it again.”
>”Princess.
>”Princess Celestia.”
“Good, girl. Just like that.




Post 96

“From now on I'm your princess, and that's what you're going to call me whenever we're alone together.
“Do you understand?”
>”Yes Princess,” I answer obediently.
>Maybe I will get some closure after all.
“I'm your princess, and from now on you're going to do everything I tell you to do, won't you?”
>Closure would be nice.
“No matter what it is, no matter where it is. Every day you're going to come to school, and obey me in every way, won't you?”
>”Yes, Princess.”
“You're going to dress how I want you to, undress when I tell you to, eat pussy, and fuck me, and get fucked by me, whenever, however, and wherever I want. Do you understand?
>Closure, or punishment?
>I deserve punishment.
>And I'll get it.
>”Yes Princess.”
>And maybe that will be my closure.
“Good girl, Sunset.
“Clean yourself up, and get some sleep. I'll arrange a room here, no charge, if you want. Don't forget your phone this time. See you at school tomorrow. You're going to have a very busy day.”
>The end