Morally Troubling Gratification (unfinished wip)


                                            Warning: Will contain (fictional) characters participating in exactly what the title says (even a little more so than most of my other greens). Read with this in mind, ye be warned.


                                            >She’s the angriest, sexiest ditz you’ve ever seen.

                                            >Vehemently fuming as pulsar jets of steam shoot out of her ears.

                                            >”Why aren’t they getting angry?!” A frustrated growl escapes her best attempts to convince herself she’s the one in control.

                                            >Derpy keeps herself locked in her room all day, not even going to her classes anymore as that little bout with Anon doesn’t exactly go the way she wanted.

                                            >With a snarling grit of her teeth, Derpy tries her best to find the mouse after she briefly let go of it.

                                            >Ah, there it is.

                                            >Anon’s gotten Derpy’s panties in a bunch as she continues and continues to try and get his attention.

                                            >Her soft bubble butt kept her chair warm ever since she sat down into it hours and hours ago.

                                            >This is it, Derpy’s last chance at vengeance for Anon calling her a slut.

                                            >She’s at least smart enough to know it looks less bad if she pretends to be one of them instead of letting them know it’s still her herself.

                                            >But Derpy’s got a soothing way of jumbled words that lets all the guys know it’s her whether she likes it or not.

                                            >But there’s a freaky little part of Derpy that secretly likes getting pushed around in this way.

                                            >Oh how hot it would be if it made literally any of these guys hard… it makes her fool herself into thinking her slowness is on purpose.

                                            >Them getting boners as they push Derpy arou- now’s not the time for those thoughts.

                                            >Derpy’s naturally busty chest huffs in and out as she does what she can to regain her cool.

                                            >But she’s not getting anything close to the response she needs.

                                            >The response she needs to cope herself to sleep after these guys inevitably start saying those dirty things about her again.

                                            >She didn’t MEAN to post her nudes online!

                                            >Derpy couldn’t clearly see where the cursor was on the screen.

                                            >Now she’s being jerked off to and she can’t do anything about it except prop up the failed act she doesn’t know only fuels the fire that engulfs her once pure image.

                                            >Why can’t these guys be like the other groups of guys who aren’t this… horny?

                                            >Derpy swears deep down there’s got to be a way to stand a chance against five aroused men like this.

                                            >But right next to that swear, Derpy knows deep down that even her strength couldn’t fare well against just ONE guy…

                                            >And she cannot.

                                            >Will not.

                                            >Confess to her own sexual nature that it plants further seeds of arousal for being so… bullied~

                                            >She knows the moment is coming sooner or later.

                                            >When they have their hands all over her.

                                            >Derpy begins to shudder and cross her smooth thighs in that short skirt she has on.

                                            >Still not fully understanding what her feelings are doing.

                                            >As she continues to be made fun of, things she’ll never admit to begin to happen under her clothes.

                                            >Even Derpy’s bra cups couldn’t stop the evidence of her hardening nipples from showing through the blue of her shirt.

                                            >Her panties foster a devious aroused warmth as they cradle her bare vulva just beneath.

                                            >Derpy’s lips quiver.

                                            >Her hands tremble as she fails to clinch vengeance for what these mean boys had said about her.

                                            >And their words begin to set into permanence like concrete drying for the final time.

                                            >Derpy noticeably quickens her breathing to the prospect of being their little walkway to step all over; the more official it continues to become, the more she reluctantly loves it~

                                            >Her fear argues fervently with her excitement.

                                            >She can’t allow herself to get beaten on the internet like this… but it already officially happened a week ago anyway.

                                            >And the lack of a rise Derpy can stir shows her just how futile her attempts at the impossible reversal of it are.

                                            >And she knows they won’t stop even if she does everything she can to no longer encourage them.

                                            >When men are horny, they lock in.

                                            >Derpy can sense it in the very atmosphere around her.

                                            >They just want her at this point, and they already got her right where they want her.

                                            >Derpy knows they are indeed getting hard to her, confirming the very thing that would start snapping the final little twigs of her self restraint.

                                            >Derpy currently thinks she’s just extra angry at these guys for making a fool out of her despite her attempts at ruining their fun.

                                            >She doesn’t realize yet that it’s well disguised sexual arousal, which is heating up along with their as their fun only got unintentionally supported by her anyway.

                                            >But their advances will help her see the truth one way or another.

                                            >Derpy can’t stop these guys if her life depends on it.

                                            >Her very spite keeps her stood proud between the jaws of danger and defeat like its erection stands proud for her~

                                            >---

                                            >She was scared to go back for a whole day or two.

                                            >Because she knew what was going to happen to her.

                                            >Derpy’s already 0-2, and losing again would make her 0-3.

                                            >Why the fuck does that secretly excite her?

                                            >With trembling hands, Derpy returns to the den of wolves that tore her apart already, ready for round three.

                                            >Ready for loss 3.

                                            >A furrowed brow scrunches over her enraged glare of determination as she watches those boys talk about girls who aren’t her.

                                            >In all her jealousy and envy, she drums up enough courage to say something once.

                                            >Blubbering on about tumor tits with a sway of words that spells out a possible tumor in her brain.

                                            >Malignant spite and stubbornness.

                                            >Derpy’s soft pair of tits deliciously mash together between her slender upper arms as she attacks the keyboard.

                                            >A sharp pout is engraved onto her face when she hits send after the 9th try.

                                            >That little button evaded her scrambled gaze like a leaf blowing in the wind even the quickest bunny rabbit could not capture on the first try.

                                            >She sits there waiting for a response, almost hoping they’d all start showing off her selfies she won’t admit to being the one who leaked in the first place.

                                            >Derpy’s soft flat tummy may be inside her blue shirt, but it moves in and out faster as she anxiously quickens her pace.

                                            >Her cute bellybutton inside plants ever so gently kisses onto the inside of the fabric that tickles Derpy’s soft smooth skin.

                                            >Hmm, anything yet?

                                            >Derpy’s eyes flare with rage she’ll never talk about on the internet as someone teases her with a pic of two busty girls in microbikinis, flaunting their supple assets more than even Derpy did in some of her selfies.

                                            >A quiet shuddering growl escapes Derpy’s lungs.

                                            >The corners of her mouth curve into a vengeful frown as she continues to type but is too scared to hit send yet for some reason.

                                            >Torn between saving herself from more embarrassment, and getting torn between the wolves yet again.

                                            >But this bunny rabbit is gonna see what she can do with this leaf she just saw with one of her eyes!

                                            >Too bad she doesn’t care about the string that was tied to it.

                                            >Derpy wants to fantasize about strong dirty hands tearing the fabric of her clothes open and reaching inside…

                                            >She needs their firmness to ambush her smooth bare softness underneath.

                                            >Derpy’s nipples harden again through her bra cups enough to show through her shirt.

                                            >Just to the thought alone of being sieged by strong male hands like that.

                                            >Her hand on her thigh inches closer to the aroused heat in her panties begging for its attention and care.

                                            >She wants to feel something… desperate to say something back and bring more horny attention upon herself~

                                            >She shortens it to four words out of fear.

                                            >But can’t help but not know the reason behind her own shaking.

                                            >Terror or excitement?

                                            >Derpy secretly hates how she spends her days like this, but has to convince herself that the orgasm she’ll force upon herself is worth it.

                                            >That couple of hours Derpy spent waiting for someone else to say something really stung.

                                            >Just to see everyone simply go on enjoying things that make her suffer inside.

                                            >Why can't Derpy make them suffer with her? She's lonely :(

                                            >The torment is making her cross her legs harder than she does with her eyes.

                                            >How dare they ignore her like this but then lust over her at the same time?

                                            >She then switches to being mad about them not lusting over her when it's pictures of more attractive women she's partially watching get posted.

                                            >Derpy's eyes are the spitting image of not only what jealousy breeds, but of what her brain does; can't decide what it wants and goes in different directions.

                                            >"Why aren't you guys talking to meeeeee?!" She fumes, trying to make them as angry as she is.

                                            >She's angry enough to make a thousand more posts, but is too scared at the same time to make more than two.

                                            >How many inner contradictions can one ditzy girl take before it pushes her over the edge?

                                            >As Derpy bites her lip once more, she wonders what this would be the edge of...

                                            >The quickening of Derpy's breaths are vividly shown in the heaving of her soft beautiful chest going up and down as she realizes she showed too much weakness when she was too scared to reply again a few hours ago when they knew she was still there.

                                            >Like sharks sensing blood in the water, they're beginning to circle Derpy as she nearly tangles her fingers trying to type something that would hopefully make them mad.

                                            >All Derpy can think of is shallow insecurities she has that make her mad everywhere she looks (both directions at once now).

                                            >Praying it would affect these guys the same way.

                                            >She has no chance at revenge otherwise, and this fact weighs her down to her chair almost like she's chained to it.

                                            >Thinking about that makes Derpy bite her lip again, and a funny tingling feeling shoots up her spine as she realizes what her hand's been doing this whole time.

                                            >Feeling her fingers grazing her smooth thigh some time ago should have been enough of a warning, but Derpy became lost in her own resentment and arousal to realize the bridge of her panties was being breached by her own fingers.

                                            >Without her knowledge.

                                            >Derpy's fingertips don't need her eyes in order to start re-exploring the slick entrance to her nethers they reach; all they need to do is feel around, guided by the instincts of Derpy's jumbled up base urges.

                                            >But that's only what has led up to this moment in time when Derpy's fingers possessively stroke her goods like a purring kitten.

                                            >The way it feels is more than sufficient in fueling this heated need.

                                            >Derpy wants to pretend she doesn't find that picture of the other school's principal mogging her breast size absolutely sexy.

                                            >Her make-believe pride says it's wrong, but her fingers plead for more as does what's firmly pressed up against her fingers.

                                            >"They've GOT to be mad by now..." Hisses Derpy as her other hand starts to grope her own tits to relieve her stress a little.