Untitled Sunset Pole Dancing Greentext


                                            >"Hey Anon! There's a class on dancing at the gym I go to and I thought it would be fun for us to go together."

                                            >Sunset stares at you, her turquoise orbs boring into your soul.

                                            >Your mouth starts to feel dry, is this really happening?

                                            >Sunset Shimmer, former biggest meanie and now queen bee of Canterlot High, is asking you out.

                                            >Oh God, what do you do?

                                            >Fuck, you're ruining your one chance!

                                            >Just... Just play it cool.

                                            "Uh, y-yeah. Sounds like a ton of fun!"

                                            >You place your hand behind your head like some kind of dork.

                                            >Sunset blushes and looks down, but you think you see a smile on her face.

                                            >You can also hear her friends giggling.

                                            >Looking their way confirms it.

                                            >Well almost all her friends are giggling.

                                            >Scilight looks furious.

                                            >You snooze you lose, Twiggy.

                                            >"So, meet at my place at say... 10 on Saturday?"

                                            >You look back at Sunset to see the broad smile across her face.

                                            "It's a date!"

                                            >She blushes again and mutters the word "date" only just barely loud enough for you to hear.

                                            >Before you can try to say anything else, the bell interrupts you.

                                            >Well you'll see her for sure on Saturday.


                                            >Today's the day.

                                            >Today you're going out on a date with Sunset.

                                            >Well maybe a date.

                                            >Either way you're standing in front of Sunset's apartment, dressed in a T-shirt and sweatpants.

                                            >You figured that it would be best to wear clothes that you don't mind getting a little sweaty since the class is supposed to be at a gym.

                                            >It's probably some jazzercise class or something.

                                            >Sunset exits her apartment wearing a sports bra and a tight pair of compression shorts.

                                            >Think about not-sexy things, think about not-sexy things.

                                            >"Ready to go?"

                                            >Luckily you brought a water bottle with you, and take a swig to soothe your suddenly dry mouth.

                                            "Y-yep!"

                                            >Smooth.

                                            >Sunset just giggles and locks her door.

                                            >You do your best not to look at her perky breasts and firm ass.

                                            > The last thing you need right now is a hardon getting you in trouble.

                                            >You can't help but take a swift glance at Sunset's cleavage though.

                                            >"I decided to leave the geode at home. Don't want it getting lost."

                                            >She caught you.

                                            >You glance at her face and catch a small but definitely smug smile.

                                            >Yeah, guess she wouldn't need superpowers to figure out what you have on your mind.

                                            >Still, Sunset doesn't seem to mind.

                                            >Score one for Anon?

                                            >It's a nice enough day, so you walk the two blocks to the gym while Sunset regales you with Pinkie's latest antics in Home Ec.

                                            >The gym is one of those chain gyms.

                                            >Large enough that it has separate rooms for classes and a dry sauna.

                                            >You use all your willpower to /not/ imagine doing degenerate things with the cute girl by your side in the Sauna.

                                            >Sunset checks in at the desk and informs the clerk that you're going to be using her guest pass today.

                                            >Your willpower crumbles as Sunset leans on the desk just enough to accentuate her ass.

                                            >You're like a deer in the headlights for a moment.

                                            >Then you start to feel your trouble making friend down south start to rise.

                                            >You quickly avert your gaze and subtly adjust your pants.

                                            >The unamused glare the clerk tells you that you didn't totally get away unnoticed.

                                            >Almost as soon as she does though, Sunset stands back up.

                                            >"Alright Anon, since you don't need to change let's just go wait for the class to start."

                                            >You can feel the clerk glaring a hole into the back of your head as the two of you make your way to the classrooms.


                                            >Two things stick out to you as you step into the room.

                                            >First is the vertical poles set in neat lines of six.

                                            >Second is Fluttershy's greasy brother at the front of the room.

                                            >His eyes trace Sunset up and down.

                                            >Some primal and barbaric part of your brain screams at you to punch him square in his face.

                                            >But the civilized part wins out.

                                            >You take an almost unconscious step closer to Sunset and casually lay your arm across her shoulders.

                                            "Let's find a spot before this place fills up."

                                            >You said that a bit too loud, but maybe now Zephyr will back off.

                                            >Then again the douch might take that as a challenge.

                                            >Sunset nods.

                                            >"Yeah, it'll probably be best to claim a couple of spots now."

                                            >The two of you walk casually to a pair of poles in the middle of the room.

                                            >As it nears 11am the room fills with middle-aged women.

                                            >Most of them are probably here for a little bit of excitement or maybe to learn something to surprise the husband in the bedroom.

                                            >Out of the veritable sea of Christmas Cake you recognize the school librarian, Ms. Cheerilee.

                                            > Luckily she doesn't seem to notice you, sparing you from having to make awkward conversation with a teacher outside of school.

                                            >The class starts off easily enough, despite his lecherous nature, Zephyr is a relatively effective teacher.

                                            >In only a couple minutes Sunset is swinging from the pole like a pro.

                                            >You, on the other hand, fall flat on your face consistently.

                                            >Sunset giggles at your failures, but tries to help you.

                                            >Luckily enough for you, most of the army of MILFs seems to be taking up Zephyr's limited attention.

                                            >Mostly fixing their mistakes and posture.

                                            >He's fairly professional with them.

                                            >Well, as professional as a man with his, admittedly deserved, reputation can be.

                                            >Unfortunately your luck runs out as the chubby Ginger woman next to you asks Zypher for some help.

                                            >You grit your teeth as he oozes towards you.

                                            >Zephyr answers her question quickly, then rounds on you and Sunset just as you manage to complete a rotation of the pole without falling flat on your face.

                                            >"It's not often I see men coming to one of my classes."

                                            >Zephyr's snide remark has you responding before you even fully process what he's said.

                                            "I think you've come in enough men for the both of us."

                                            >Sunset laughs as she admonishes you.

                                            >Zephyr looks like he wants to punch you for a second, then schools his features and turns to face Sunset.

                                            >"Your form is excellent, by the way, Sunset. It's like you were made for this."

                                            >Something about the way he says "made for this" irks you.

                                            >Judging by the look on her face, it irks Sunset too.

                                            >"Thanks Zephyr, I'm sure Anon's been enjoying it."

                                            >LMAO!

                                            >Shot down like Zero over the Pacific.

                                            >Zephyr storms off to go help another middle-aged lady as you hear the chubby Ginger next to you giggle.

                                            >Sunset, on the other hand, leans over and kisses you on the cheek.

                                            >"Want to get some coffee after this? Maybe at my place?”