Bully Booty Call

 

You shake your head to regain your senses and can’t help but gulp. There she was, queen bee and ruler of the school, Sunset Shimmer. Your heart races at her curious gaze. You look around the room for escape routes, but her fingers twisting the lock tell you that you’re all hers for as long as she wants now. Your mind flits across a thousand potential excuses to give her for whatever charge she has. You always did your best to keep your head low and stay out of her way, but obviously that wasn’t enough.

 

You clear your throat and prepare to give the best groveling of your life. “Sunset… listen, whatever I–”

 

“Shut it,” she snaps, her curious gaze looking you up and down. “Someone in the locker room told me a little rumor about you. I want to find out if it’s true.”

 

You blink in confusion. Anxiety grips at your stomach as you recall the general life-ruining the imposing girl in front of you could accomplish with a few words. Sunset takes a step forward, causing you to instinctively back away, but the shelf behind you gives you no mercy—you’re stuck with her.

 

“W-what rumor? I promise you whatever they blamed me for I didn’t–”

 

Sunset rolls her eyes in agitation. “Ugh. Pants. Off. Now.”

 

You blink at her, dumbfounded. “Uh… huh?”

 

Sunset lets off a growl, then slams her hand against the shelf beside you. Despite being a little shorter than you, her sharp gaze and imposing stance still make you flinch. “I don’t have time for twenty questions. I’m here to see if you’re actually anything special,” she says, her haughty tone spinning slightly sultry. You shudder at her confident smile before she rips you back to reality with a jab to the chest. “So you can either do what I tell you, or you can be useless and get lost. What’s it gonna be?”

 

The thudding in your chest changes tempo. The fear, still ever-present, slightly gives way to a nervous arousal. “If that's what you want...” you say, darting your hands down to your waistband.

 

Your pants slide down your thighs, but then your breath catches in your throat. In all the commotion you didn’t even notice how hard your member was trying to break through your zipper. Just the thought of Sunset wanting your pants off was seemingly enough to be at full attention. Now that it has the chance to be free it flops forward against your underwear so hard you thought it might tear them off. Your face burns bright red. There’s no way Sunset doesn’t notice what’s going on down there. The clang of your belt against the tile resounds through the janitor’s closet and you stand back up for her.

 

Sunset clenches her fist against the shelf, clearly not happy. “Underwear too, you dolt.” She crosses her arms and taps her foot as she waits with a disappointed glare.

 

You can’t help but gulp again. Your blush burns even brighter. "You want me to take out my...?" Your dick throbs in your underwear at another implication here, but there was no way, right? 

 

"Yes, you idiot. I want to see it. Underwear off or get out. Your choice."

 

You sate your own curiosity by pulling the underwear down too. A flood of warm excitement pulses in your chest. Your cock meets the air in a triumphant wave, precum already dripping off the tip. Being this close to Sunset with no pants on already has you breathless. Your mind stops thinking rationally and all you can think about is what kind of attention she might give it.

 

Sunset’s venomous gaze drops. You’re surprised to see a slight blush form on her cheeks as well. The tapping of her foot stops and before you can even react she leans forward to take your shaft in her hand. You gasp in shock and your whole body goes stiff in response.

 

“Not as big as I thought it would be. Still, not bad.”

 

You can’t help but let out a ragged sigh at the feeling. Her hand is so much softer than you expected it to be. The silken touch of an angel moves your length around to inspect it further. The attention makes you throb so hard you feel it through your hips. Another drip of precum makes the head glisten in the humming industrial light.

 

“Mmm. Girth is… good.” Her soft touch moves up your cock to the head to run her fingers across the lubricating liquid at the tip. She coats the tip to a polished shine before cruelly abandoning it to run down your length and feel your balls.

 

Your eyes glaze over. It doesn’t feel quite as good but the attention down there is just as heavenly. Her fingers caress the sensitive skin, running circles around it looking for something before cupping your balls and feeling their heft.

 

“Yeah… I can work with that,” she says to herself.

 

She pulls her hand away, leaving you yearning harder than you have for anything in your entire life. You don’t dare demand more from her, but every part of you demands you beg for something.

 

“Is… uh… do you… “ you stammer out, doing your best to bring your gaze up to those cutting teal eyes.

 

Sunset brings her glistening fingers up to her mouth for a taste. The thought of her vicious tongue around you makes your dick convulse with excitement, but something told you she wasn’t going to give you that honor. She notices your bumbling confusion and puts on a mocking tone.

 

“What, don’t want more? The door’s right there.”

 

Your eyes flick to the door, but your mind locks in on the word “more”. A chance for “more” with Sunset? With your cock doing all the thinking now you wouldn’t dare refuse a chance with the viciously beautiful Sunset, even if she’ll likely eat you alive at some point.

 

“W-what about Flash?” you ask in a brief moment of lucidity.

 

She lets out a genuinely amused laugh. “That pathetic shrimp? I’d never actually touch him in a million years.” She pushes you back against the shelf with a surprising amount of force. ”Is that a yes?” She asks, her voice low and as her nose almost presses up against yours. Her gaze pierces into your soul, demanding a response.

 

Your mind tells you it's probably not a good idea, but your heart thuds loudly in your chest with excitement and the desperation in your loins for attention from the menacing beauty before you makes you want to at least see where this goes. “Y-yes…”

 

She smiles. “Good. Now, stop talking before I have to make you myself.”

 

You can’t help but nod to her. She moves toward you, making your heart flutter. Her left hand snakes its way around your neck as she presses her body up against you. Her perfume has a harsh tang to it, but right now it’s beyond intoxicating. Her soft hair spills across your neck and chest, and you get to feel the occasional gentle caress against your cheek as she looks down to inspect her price. 

 

“Now, let’s see how long you last. Impress me and you might actually be useful.”

 

Your yearning member flares at the angelic touch of her smooth hands again. Instead of just inspecting, this time her fingers wrap around the length and start their work of stroking you up and down.

 

You can’t help but let out a satisfied groan. The influx of pleasure sends a warm wave flowing through your body from your hips that makes you almost melt into her grasp. If she wasn’t pressed against you with an iron grip on your neck, you might just collapse from the feeling. Her deft grip felt better than anything you ever could have imagined as it explored down to the base all the way back up to the tip over and over.

 

Not even ten strokes in and you already feel like you might disappoint her. An overwhelming orgasm threatens at the base with another throb. You take in a deep breath and steel yourself as best as you can, but the constant sensation of Sunset’s silken strokes is unbearably wonderful.

 

Her hand slows for a moment, giving you a much-needed break as she explores all the details of your manhood. She caresses up and down the thick veins and feels the ridges of your glans with a curious touch. A gentle squeeze to test the hardness makes you jump, but your cock has never been more rock-hard in your life, so it allows her no give. 

 

Sunset twists her head for a moment to adjust her hair. Through the blaze of her fiery locks you see the deep blush on her cheeks. The hint of red has slowly grown to match her hair, and between it a tooth shows through as she bit her lip in her own excitement. With her tender body pressing up against yours you can feel her body heat grow hotter in the moment, or maybe it’s just yours getting even worse. Once her hair settles and she finds a more comfortable position though, your break is over.

 

Her hand expertly squeezes up and down the head. Your eyes roll back and you can’t help but let out a groan after the first few strokes. She knows just how to get the most out of her motions and the pressure of an orgasm begins building already. With every smooth caress, you can feel your legs get weaker and your entire lower body twitch in unison. Your cock shines brightly in the dim lighting. Every stroke elicits another pulse and another bit of precum to foreshadow your inevitable release, and Sunset happily spreads each drop across every inch for you.

 

Your hips buck into the pleasure and another groan leaves your lips. Sunset lets out an aggravated huff in response and the grip against your neck moves its way to your mouth to keep you quiet. With her fingers against your lips, you can smell the vanilla lotion she uses to keep them so soft. The connection amplifies the bliss with a jolt, like a plug meeting a socket, and you have to lean into her just to not collapse completely.

 

The wet sounds of squishing and stroking become the only thing either of you can hear. She alternates between long, tender strokes to make sure every inch is still coated, and short, intense bursts of motions against the head to try to get you over the edge. Your heart races and your dick twitches as the warm waves of pleasure shoot through your manhood. You did your best to stay strong and keep the inevitable orgasm at bay, but it’s quickly becoming a losing battle.

 

Through the sound of her hand tenderly lubricating you, you can hear the faint hint of her own quickened breathing. Your mind wanders towards the thought of going even further with her, her own panties on the floor, and sharing this wonderful feeling with more than just her hand. You feel your urethra flare in preparation at the thought. A sharp breath in and you shake the thought out of your mind to maybe last a little bit longer.

 

Another groan, another spurt of precum. Sunset isn’t letting up. Your hips are moving in rhythm with her strokes, desperately trying to extract as much of the sensation from each motion as possible.

 

“Yeah… show me what you’ve got,” Sunset breathlessly whispers to you.

 

Her grip moves back up to your head for another round of intense attention. You close your eyes tight and squirm at the feeling. Her soft touch is more than you’d ever be able to handle and you can feel the first pulses of an orgasm threaten at the base of your cock. Sunset seems like she can almost tell. The long strokes to give her forearm a break are over, and she’s pulling you hard into the finish line now. 

 

Your knees buckle and you fall into the sweet caress of her hair. With one final, powerful flex, the first spurt shoots out unceremoniously onto the concrete floor. Sunset mercilessly pulls her hand away and watches in awe as you convulse and coat the floor with your seed. The cold, cruel air is like a punch to the gut in comparison to her angelic touch. The intense highs of what would’ve been the most amazing orgasm of your life are cut short by the lack of attention. You wince at the spasms and soreness as your dick desperately tries to find some contact to empty itself onto but to no avail.

 

As the last rope pathetically propels out of you, you’re left panting and yearning for so much more. Sunset offers no aid in your plight aside from one last squeeze against your mouth before she pulls herself away.

 

Your vision is blurry and your whole world is spinning as you grasp at the shelf behind you for some semblance of balance. Sunset lets off a quick laugh at the sight before thoroughly wiping her hand on your shirt.

 

“Lasted longer than I thought. Yeah, you’ll do nicely,” Sunset says, her normal haughty tone returning.

 

You’d be proud of your accomplishment if you could properly stand. Once your breath is finally caught and you’ve regained some kind of lucidity, you look up to those piercing teal eyes and see a satisfied smile on Sunset’s cheeks. The moment hangs in limbo as you look at each other. The ruined orgasm left a hole of desire in you you desperately want to fill now. Sunset’s satisfied smile turns to a raised eyebrow at your likely obvious disappointed expression.

 

“Don’t get any ideas. put your pants back on. That’s all you're getting.”

 

You lethargically comply. Your rock-hard member wants anything but to be put back into containment, but you know there’s no use begging the stone-cold bitch before you. As your waistband slips back into place, you make a shaky attempt to stand back up to full height.

 

You take in one last long breath. “So… uh…” You say, rubbing the back of your neck as you wonder where things are supposed to go from here.

 

Sunset pulls out a piece of paper and a pen from her jacket and scribbles something down on it while shaking her head. “This will work better if I don’t have to listen to you talk.” She slams the note into your chest, leaving you little time to grab it before she pulls away. 

 

“Meet me here on Thursday afternoon at six thirty. Show up late and you’ll have a better chance with the next oncoming truck than you will with me, got it?”

 

You look down at the slip of paper. An address in town? You open your mouth to say something but quickly think better of it. You give Sunset a quick nod and that seems to satisfy her. 

 

“Great.” With one hand she grabs you by the collar and the other undoes the lock and opens the door. “And if you even think about telling anyone what happened here? I’ll make sure the entire school thinks that you have a nasty habit of doing this,” she says, pointing to the mess you made on the floor “after stealing other people’s underwear out of the locker room.” Her hand motions to the shelf.

 

Sure enough, the shelf the lovely little monster just pinned you against had several pairs of assorted underwear you hadn’t noticed before. Your heart sinks at the dirt she just made up for you, but you’re trapped now.

 

“W-wouldn’t dream of it,” you managed to stammer out. 

 

“Good boy. Now get lost,” she says as she unceremoniously shoves you out of the doorway. 

 

She puts on a fake smile and a confident, venomous tone. “See you on Thursday,” she says with an accompanying slam of the door.