Cold Beer, Warm Bodies


                                            >Be Anon

                                            >It's late, or maybe early depending on your point of view

                                            >Either way you're just getting off of work as a rent-a-cop at the Canterlot Mall

                                            > 1 am right when the last of the food court workers are leaving for the night

                                            >You could use a burger and a beer, but as early in the morning as it is you'll have to get home and settle for just the later

                                            >The parking lot is empty except for you, a couple of cars, and a girl

                                            >As soon as she sees you she starts walking toward you

                                            >Looks like she wants something, and for a second you wonder if she's a vagrant

                                            >But as she draws closer you recognize the uniform worn by the waitresses in the sushi restaurant in the food court

                                            >None of your colleagues have been able to figure out why on God's green earth there's a sushi bar in the Mall's food court, but you suspect it's somehow tied to the Yakuza

                                            >” Hey, uh officer Anon, right?”

                                            >You do your best to not laugh at being called “officer”

                                            “Just Anon's fine. I'm only a security guard.”

                                            >The girl laughs a little

                                            >It's a nice sound

                                            >”Right, Anon. Look, my ride home had to take off early, something about needing to take her turtle to the vet? It's a long walk to my apartment, can I hitch a ride with you? I can pay for gas if you need me to.”

                                            >A little weird of her to ask a stranger in a parking lot for a ride

                                            >Then again, you wouldn't want to have to walk around even a relatively safe city like Canterlot at night and you're a 6’ 190 lbs man

                                            >You unlock your car

                                            “All right, just tell me where I need to take you.”

                                            >The girl smiles brightly

                                            >”Thanks Anon! I'm at 123 North Broadway.”

                                            >Definitely not a walk you'd want to make at this time of night

                                            >You start your car as soon as the girl is buckled in and pull out onto the road

                                            >It's a fifteen-minute drive to her place so as soon as you're on the road you try to strike up a conversation

                                            “So, you've got me at a bit of a disadvantage. You know my name, but you never properly introduced yourself.”

                                            >She chuckles nervously

                                            >”I'm Sunset, Sunset Shimmer.”

                                            >You recognize the name from somewhere

                                            >Maybe you used to go to school with her?

                                            >A solid minute passes in silence

                                            “So, uh, me and the boys in security have a bit of a running bet going. Maybe you can help settle it?”

                                            >From the corner of your eye you see Sunset turn slightly towards you, the strap of the seatbelt sliding into her cleavage

                                            >”What's the bet?”

                                            >Her tone is cautious, does she know?

                                            “Who exactly opens a sushi bar in a mall in a landlocked city like Canterlot? Is it some kind of Yakuza front or something?”

                                            >Sunset immediately starts laughing

                                            >”Seriously? That's it?”

                                            >She sounds a little relieved

                                            “Yeah, what else is there to bet on here? Not exactly like we've got a horse track in town.”

                                            >Sunset laughs again, it's a sound that's sweeter than honey and softer than silk

                                            >”No, it's not a front for a gang. Just an old Japanese man that wanted to get away from the hustle and bustle of Tokyo.”

                                            >Damn, that's a hundred bucks you'll never get back

                                            >The rest of the drive passes in a comfortable silence

                                            >You pull around behind the building where Sunset's apartment is, finding a small parking lot

                                            ”I guess this is you.”

                                            >You almost want to find an excuse to keep driving with her, it's nice

                                            >”Yeah.”

                                            >Sunset also seems to be disinclined to leave

                                            “Hey…”

                                            >”Hey…”

                                            >You cut each other off

                                            “Go ahead.”

                                            >Sunset looks at you then quickly looks down and blushes

                                            >”I had a great time hanging out with you and I wanted to know if you wanted to come up for a cup of coffee or something?”

                                            >Be still your beating heart

                                            “I'd love to.”

                                            >And you mean it

                                            >You might have only really just met, but you've become more comfortable with her in the last fifteen minutes than some people you've known for years

                                            >Sunset smiles and you feel something deep in you awaken

                                            >Despite having just gotten off a 12-hour shift you want nothing more than to keep hanging out with this young woman whom you barely know

                                            >It's strange, but not altogether unpleasant

                                            >Your mind made up long ago, you follow behind Sunset upstairs

                                            >You're not quite sure, but you think you see a little extra swing in each step creating a wonderfully hypnotic sight for you

                                            >All too soon you find yourself stopped outside Sunset's apartment door as she fumbles her keys with the locks

                                            >A part of you wants to grab a nice handful of her shapely ass, while the rest of you keeps that part in check

                                            >Can't rush things and ruin a good thing like this

                                            >With a triumphant click the door swings open letting you and Sunset into her cozy studio apartment

                                            >”Feel free to take a seat on the couch, I just need to get out of my uniform.”

                                            >As she says this you realize that you're still in yours as well

                                            >Not much you can do about that now

                                            >As you sit down on the surprisingly comfy couch, you take a look around the apartment

                                            >You catch Sunset as she grabs a shirt from off the back of a computer chair under a loft that has a mattress that you can just make out on top

                                            >Sunset slips into a small bathroom as you watch, closing the door behind her

                                            >Your eyes wander the rest of her apartment taking in the sights, as few as they may be

                                            >A computer, desk, and small fridge under the loft

                                            >A backpack by the door with a red-and-yellow yin-yang sun

                                            >A large flat-screen TV and game console across from you

                                            >And finally Sunset herself as she steps out of the bathroom wearing an oversized T-shirt and tight shorts

                                            >You can feel your blood begin to migrate south

                                            >Sunset blushes slightly under your gaze

                                            >”I don't have a coffee machine in here but I've got sodas in the fridge.”

                                            >Your desire for a cold beer after a long day rears its head again

                                            “You have any beer?”

                                            >Sunset smiles

                                            >”Yeah, you have a preference?”

                                            >You recite the advice your dad gave you when you graduated from high school

                                            “My favorite kind of beer is free, my second favorite is cold.”

                                            >Sunset giggles

                                            >”Good answer.”

                                            >A cold can of beer settles into your hand as Sunset sits down next to you, cuddling into your side slightly

                                            >You could get used to this

                                            >”So, other than patrolling Canterlot Mall, what's life like for Officer Anon?”

                                            >You almost cringe at being called officer again

                                            “Not much. Wake up, go to work, come home, have a beer, play a little Vidya, maybe watch some anime.”

                                            >Best not casually drop the fact that you shoot cowboy action matches twice a month too

                                            >”Sounds fun. You played Tyrek's Revenge?”

                                            >God have you

                                            “Good game, I just wish the final fight with Tyrek wasn't so easy to cheese.”

                                            >Sunset giggles, sipping on the beer in her hands

                                            >”Right? Just hit him with a greatsword while he's stuck in a casting animation.”

                                            >You chuckle at that

                                            “You mean every 20 seconds. What the hell were the devs thinking? In Tyrek 1 you actually had to work for your win against him, now he's a bigger bitch than the first boss.”

                                            >Sunset sighs and your arm slips from the back of the couch to across her shoulders

                                            >For a moment you're about to pull your arm back and apologize, but Sunset rubs her cheek against your chest

                                            >You go to take another sip of your beer

                                            >Empty

                                            “I'm out, you?”

                                            >Sunset looks at you curiously for a second before realizing that you mean your beer

                                            >”I could use a second, yeah.”

                                            >You stand before Sunset can say another word

                                            “Bottom shelf?”

                                            >Sunset nods

                                            >You head over to the small fridge and grab the beers from it

                                            >When you make it back to the couch you see Sunset has started up her console and has grabbed a pair of controllers

                                            >”Wanna play some Mortal Kombat?”

                                            >She smiles cheekily

                                            >Ah, your nemesis

                                            “Sure, but I should warn you, I am the single /worst/ Mortal Kombat player on earth.”

                                            >Sunset giggles

                                            >”Can't be worse than Rarity.”

                                            “We shall see young Padawan.”

                                            >With that you set yourself to the herculean task of holding your own against a woman who's actually pretty good at fighting games.

                                            >Three rounds and two beers later you have come to two irrefutable, incontrovertible facts

                                            >ONE: You do, in fact, suck at fighting games

                                            >TWO: Sunset is very pretty and it would be a wonderful idea to kiss her, sooner rather than later

                                            >Your courage fortified by just enough beers, you decide to shoot your shot so you can hopefully shoot a very different kind of shot

                                            “Heeey, Sunny buns…”

                                            >Sunset's now slightly rosey face turns to you

                                            >”Ye-”

                                            >You don't give her the chance to say anything and crash your lips into hers

                                            >Her eyes shoot open in surprise before they flutter shut

                                            >Deciding that valor is the better half of caution, you open your mouth slightly and carefully probe forward with your tongue

                                            >Sunset reciprocates and begins trying to wrestle you into submission with just her tongue

                                            >You go back and forth with her for a little bit but all too soon you need to come back up for air

                                            >As you do you hear Sunset shift back on the couch

                                            >”Warn me next time you wanna make out.”

                                            “Sorry.”

                                            >Wait

                                            >Next time?

                                            >Suddenly Sunset is on top of you

                                            >”Apology accepted.”

                                            >She slowly leans forward, gingerly planting a kiss on your lips, and starts unbuttoning your shirt

                                            >You move your hands to her thighs, slowly rubbing back and forth savoring the smooth flesh and warmth

                                            >Suddenly you get an idea

                                            >A wonderful, terrible, terrific idea

                                            >You lean forward as if to kiss Sunset, then at the last moment you stick out your tongue and lick the tip of her nose

                                            >That sends Sunset into a fit of laughter

                                            >Exactly what you wanted

                                            >Taking the initiative back you quickly slip your half-unbuttoned shirt off and quickly place a kiss on the piece of Sunset's clavicle that her giggle-fit exposed

                                            >At that the girl on your lap lets loose a sound halfway between a moan and a horse's whinny

                                            >”Oh Celestia's teats!”

                                            >You lean back and raise an eyebrow

                                            >Sunset blushes profusely

                                            >”Sorry to kill the mood.”

                                            “If weird sounds were enough to kill the mood for me I'd probably still be a virgin.”

                                            >With that lingering in the air you quickly slide your hands underneath Sunset's shirt to prove your point

                                            >And discover that she decided to go without a bra

                                            >Well no reason to look a gift horse in the mouth

                                            >You slip her shirt up and over her head, then press your face into her right breast

                                            >As you suck her perky nipple into your mouth you feel her grab the back of your head

                                            >“Oh fuck. Yeah. Just like that Anon.”

                                            >Taking that as a sign to keep going you reach down and lightly rub her steadily moistening pussy through the thin fabric of her compression shorts

                                            >You hear Sunset suck in a deep breath and curse softly

                                            >Then you feel your belt unbuckle and your pants unzip

                                            >It's only at that point you realize how uncomfortable they have become

                                            >Not that it matters all too much as Sunset frees your dick from its cloth confines

                                            >Sunset coos softly and starts to slowly run her fingernails up and down your length

                                            >It's almost painfully hard, and longing for release

                                            >A small voice in the back of your head reminds you that if you go any farther you'll need the condom that you carry in your wallet just in case something like this ever happened

                                            >Sunset decides that teasing isn't enough anymore and grabs your cock

                                            >”Ready?”

                                            >You open your mouth to respond, but all you can muster is a caveman growl

                                            >Sunset kisses you again briefly

                                            >”I'll take that as a yes.”

                                            >She starts pumping, first slow, then fast, then slow again

                                            >You close your eyes as you're lost in excruciating ecstasy for an eternity

                                            >Just as you're about to reach your limit Sunset releases you and rises from your lap

                                            > Your eyes shoot open of their own accord

                                            >Just in time to get a wonderful view of Sunset as she slowly and deliberately peels her shorts off her wonderfully round ass and down her toned legs

                                            >”Are you ready for the cavity search Officer?”

                                            >That brings you out of monkey brain mode and makes you chuckle

                                            >Just enough to reach into your pocket and grab the condom from your wallet

                                            >Sunset looks at you, slightly incredulous

                                            >“Were you planning on getting laid tonight?”

                                            >That brings your senses back as you carefully open the package and unroll the rubber onto your shaft

                                            “Boy Scout’s motto; always be prepared.”

                                            >Not that you were ever a boy scout

                                            >Now that you've got a raincoat on your boy, you're ready

                                            >And it looks like it's not a moment too late

                                            >Sunset eyes you expectantly, having taken a spot on the couch legs spread and waiting

                                            >”Well Boy Scout, ready to earn your spelunking badge?”

                                            >You chuckle again as you line yourself up

                                            >You press yourself against Sunset's entrance and take a moment so she can prepare for you to /finally/ stick it in

                                            >Sunset looks you square in the eye

                                            >”You gonna make me-ah!”

                                            >Not letting her finish the sentence you thrust forward

                                            >At first you take it slow, despite your instincts screaming at you to pick up the pace

                                            >You've got all night, no need to rush

                                            >Beneath you Sunset starts making the most wonderful noises

                                            >Squeaks, grunts, and moans mix with oaths and curses

                                            >Her fingernails dig into your back

                                            >”Bite me.”

                                            >That catches you off guard

                                            “What?”

                                            >Sunset digs her nails deeper

                                            >”Bite my shoulder, it's a, uh… it's a kink.”

                                            >Sounds reasonable enough

                                            >You lean forward and softly bite down on her clavicle

                                            >And as soon as you do Sunset clenches painfully tight around you, making it almost impossible to keep pumping

                                            >Almost impossible, but not entirely

                                            >Sunset screams as she cums hard on your dick and you can feel yourself not far behind

                                            “Fuck I'm close.”

                                            >Despite her clearly weakened state Sunset tries to push you onto the couch

                                            >You follow her lead and land on the couch, now Sunset is on top of you

                                            >With shaking legs Sunset stands pulling you from her warmth

                                            >As soon as you're outside of her, Sunset drops to the floor between your knees

                                            >She practically rips the condom off you and begins to blow you

                                            >Not that she needs to do so for very long, as soon as her lips reach the halfway point of your dick you groan and start to shoot ropes into her mouth

                                            >She lets you shoot only twice in her mouth before she pulls back and takes the rest on her face

                                            >Sunset pumps your dick until you’re spent, smiling like an idiot the entire time

                                            >Once you're done, Sunset gives your steadily softening length a good long lick

                                            >”Well, I could use another shower. Feel like joining me?”

                                            “I couldn't think of anything I'd like more.”