Turboslut SciTwi 02

Oh, Twiggly Wiggly, your exploits do arouse me. I would have taken a crack at breaking you in if you weren't so damn creative with your promiscuous exploits. Maybe we could team up, and go for some nerd shaming. I heard this one twerp had an eleven incher, and I would simply adore to kick that around.

Hmm, an outfit for a slut, I do love a challenge.

How about a black slingshot bikini, a white silk french baroque style blouse, and tiny, tiny short shorts, finished with some hot pink chuck taylors. Don't forget the pink nail polish, and boom. 1980s high-school tramp.

God, thinking about it gets me wet...

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It'd be super tough spending days without my slutty panties. I'd beg Celestia and Luna to return the pairs they confiscated from me, but they'd refuse. They'd insist that I need to "beg" for it, and that I need to dress like a proper slut to get my slutwear back.

 

I'd show up the next day in the sluttiest attire I could scrounge up: Silk French baroque style blouse, tiny short shorts, hot pink Chuck Taylors. And underneath it all, a black slingshot bikini. With the added pink nail polish, I'd look like a 1980's high school tramp, just like Rarity said. Celestia and Luna would be old enough appreciate it, and it'd be just slutty enough to win back my panties.

 

When I arrive at the sisters' residence, their jaws would fall on the floor. They'd grope me here and there, pinching my nipples and tugging on the back of my sling bikini. They'd be more than impressed by my getup, and toss me a bag full of my stuff they had confiscated. Then they'd grab me by the wrist, drag me to their car, and drive to the mall. I'd ask them why, and they'd just respond with "oh, you'll see."

 

We'd arrive at a brand-name lingerie outlet. They'd each pick out a couple of lingerie sets, and demand that I model them. They'd be just as slutty like the ones I used to have, and I'd eagerly comply. Bright red g-string and a matching bra that doesn't come up high enough to hide my areola, pearly white silk tanga and a matching strapless bra, neon-teal thong bikini and a contrast-matched magenta top, with tiny triangles barely large enough to cover my nipples, tiny black thong with lacy waistband and a matching lacy bra....

 

I'd model them all and the sisters would nod in approval, patting my butt and encouraging me to try on another. And thusly, they'd buy me about half dozen new sets of slutty lingerie. I'd thank the sisters, but they'd smirk menacingly. I want to feel Celestia's pointy nails digging into my tits and asking for a "payment" in return.

 

They'd drag me to a secluded area in the mall. There would be an empty bench surrounded by shuttered shops. I'd yelp as Celestia grabs me by the hair and bending me over the bench. I want to feel Luna's fingers clawing at the short shorts I'm wearing, undoing the button and violently tugging it down my thighs. I want to feel the familiar, toe-curling sensation of panicked arousal rush through me. The bottom of my black sling bikini would be glinting with dampness. One of the sisters would unbutton my blouse and cup my breasts, pushing the sling aside and exposing my nipples to their cold fingers. God, I'd be so far gone with arousal that I wouldn't be able to tell which hand belong to whom. I'd be under a constant barrage of mixed sensations.

 

I want to hear a sudden thwack of hand meeting flesh, and realize that I'm being spanked. I hate spanking with a passion, but I'd still feel my thighs quiver involuntarily as the sisters take turns creating ripples on my butt. I'd hate myself for enjoying spanking this much. I want to feel the disgusting mix of shame and arousal punching me in the gut. I want to feel my muscles giving out as the most vulgar orgasm I've ever had pummel me against the bench.

 

I'd let out a long, bestial moan, feeling all my limbs shake violently. I want to feel the bursts of fluids gushing out through the bottom of my sling bikini, completely soaking it like I had just went in a waist-deep water. I want to feel a pair of tongues assaulting my lips, shocked to see that the sisters had their hands shoved down each other's trousers. They'd be moist down there too. I'd realize that all three of us had just climaxed together.

 

I'd still be quivering from the aftershock as the sisters lock their lips with me in a three way sloppy makeout. After a while, they'd break the kiss, and gently stroke my burning, stinging butt. They'd tell me that I did good, and tell me that they might even consider loosening some sluttery rules at school.

 

 

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Oh god, you have no idea. I'd do anything for the (You)s and screencaps. I almost wish you were the lascivious "boy" who gets to finger me in every slutty scenario, so you could slut-shame me even more.

 

I would've been regarding them with some suspicion as to their practicality, but I'd be a convert after those events. Every time I wear short shorts without them, I'd sorely miss the bowstring-like tautness running from between my shoulder blades down to my intimate areas. I might even tug on my thong to remind myself how it felt, and leave me just slightly damp in the you-know-what areas.

 

Goodness, I wouldn't even know where to start. I would've been regarding the sisters with some deference, and being dominated by both of them at the same time would've broken my mind something fierce. It's one thing to be spanked for doing something wrong at school, but getting my ass slapped raw to culmination in exchange for more slutty lingerie? Mmmf~

 

It wouldn't have hit me at the moment, but I'd slowly realize over the course of days that I traded spankings for free lingerie. Sexual acts for monetary gain, the purest definition of sluttiness and whorish behavior. I'd be fingering myself raw at home thinking back to the experience, wishing I could turn back time so I could experience it for the first time all over again. The mere thought of my first time with a woman being a public spanking session would be too much to bear for me, and it'd be a full time job just keeping myself from pinning down a random girl and rubbing clits together.

 

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If I was Turboslut Scilight, I wouldn't care. I would've had Celestia, Luna, and Redheart shove their digits up my moist slit, and they would've rocked my world just like any other horny boy, perhaps even done a better job at it. Maybe when I confess about some of my more lesbian escapades, I could imagine it's you fingering me?

 

Deep inside, I'd still be a self conscious nerd. Having my largish areolas peek out with every move would make me furiously embarrassed, but also aroused like no other. I just hope Celestia and Luna don't start forcing me to wear those, or wouldn't know what to do with myself when one of my classmates tries to take advantage of me against the school sluttery rules.

 

I'd be forced to wear at least some kind of a presentable top in classrooms, so I'd only feel the tug of a string of fabric rubbing against the wrong part of my breasts. I can't even imagine the arousal I'd feel when I move my arm to erase a wrong answer, and feel a length of elastic fabric slap into wrong place on side of my breasts. I'd feel the tug all the way down to my labia, rubbing lewdly against hopelessly swollen clit.

 

 

God, I'd collapse into a puddle of uncontrollable arousal if some Anons were jerking off to me talking about my panties. I'd be so happy that they like hearing me talking about which panties to wear for what occasion.

 

 

 

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It's been proven that students without all that pent of sexual energy have more focus in class. It says so right here in this medical magazine. If I were Redheart I would drop my panties whenever somebody asked and gleefully service them with a smile. Doesn't matter to me it's cock or cunny, I'd be so horny it wouldn't matter a lick to me. Speaking of licking... I love the taste of pussy

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I think Scilight would have some doubts about her mental health after months of turbosluttery. The compulsive need to dress slutty, flash her panties, and get groped would start to affect her grades. I can just imagine being her right now, crying mascara over the prospect of getting my first B in a class. I'd rush over to Redheart's office and let it all out. How I couldn't cope with how sexy my body had become, how I got fingered on the bus and liked it, how I let that boy fuck me through my thighs, how I let Celestia and Luna spank me until I came...

 

Redheart would coo and calm me down. My eyes would be fixated on her sizable breasts as I feel myself getting pulled into a hug. She'd rest my head on her heaving mounds and stroke my hair, telling me that trying to explore my sexuality is a perfectly normal thing, and that journey of self-discovery is sometimes more important than getting straight A's.

 

I'd sniffle and and get a breathful of Redheart's scent, and feel my nethers tingle with strange emotions. I'd feel uncomfortable, not sure what to make of this fresh attraction to a female body. Cumming while being spanked by the principals was one thing, it was just an arousal by degradation. But getting turned on by a hug from a female would be new to me, I'd try to gently push her away, but she'd pull me in tighter, not letting go. I'd try really hard to push her away then, feeling my hands sink deeply into her soft breasts. The sensation would send jolts of lightning up and down my spine, and I'd feel my knees wobble. I can't even begin to imagine what it'd be like sitting there, my face buried in Redheart's breasts, and hearing her shush me and stroke my hair.

 

Eventually, I'd feel her land a gentle kiss on my forehead. Then on my nose. Then on my cheek. The chaste kiss would turn sensual as she nibbles on my neck, eliciting a lewd moan out of my throat. She'd slide out of her chair, kneeling in front of me.

 

Every fiber of my being would scream at me to push her away. This is wrong, this is not therapy. But instead I'd watch hopelessly as Redheart got on her knees, pull her hair back, and gingerly lift my skirt up. She'd comment on how cute my panties are. I'd squirm a little, reaching for her head and trying to push away. Instead, I'd find myself pulling her in closer and closer, right up to my dampening panties.

 

Redheart would give my labia a gentle, teasing bite, and I'd let out a guttural moan. I want to feel a soft and wet something brush against my panties, adding to the wetness down there. I want to hear her teasing me about how wet I am already, and I'd just blush furiously. I want to hear the chair under my ass creak as I readjust myself for easier access, leaning back a little to make my slit fully accessible.

 

I want to feel the darling nurse take a few more teasing nibbles. I want to feel my breaths quicken as she peels the bottom of my panties aside, revealing the swollen folds. I want to cover my mouth as Redheart starts going at it on my cunt, her tongue churning my sopping wet folds like a bowl of spaghetti. I want to feel my thighs clench against her tickling soft pink buns as she begins sucking at my clit, letting go, sucking some more, then sticking her tongue all the way up in my cunt. I'd yelp and push her head into my hip. It'd be the first time having my cunt eaten out by a girl, and it's a smoking hot school nurse! My tongue would roll out as I buck my hips into her mouth. My eyes would roll back as her tongue forked in and out of my cunt, lapping me up from the inside.

 

At last, I'd cum violently. I want to feel the sickening sway in my inner ear as I lose all sense of balance, feeling nothing but the pulsating orgasm and quivering limbs. Spurt after spurt would land all over Redheart's face, and she'd lap it all up greedily.

 

 

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hey slut, what kind of panties were you wearing when Redheart nibbles on your cunny? did you regret not wearing something lewd like thongs for your first carpet munching session? would you go back for seconds and “consolation” in the future?

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I'd be trying half-heartedly trying to recant my turboslut ways, and the tangas would be the only panties I own with any sort of modest coverage. So pic related, probably. I'd also be wearing the longest skirt I own, which isn't all that long at all: A purple pleated skirt, running just past my fingertips. A button-up shirt and a Crystal Prep tie, no bra. My nipples would be poking out at the slightest hint of arousal, but it'd be worth it. These shirts are so snug that wearing a bra just might pop a few buttons and burst it open.

 

If I had known what would go down in Redheart's office, I would've worn something lewder. I'd be a sucker for wearing bridal-themed for any first time sexual escapades, so I would've gone for the white lacy thong or a translucent white tanga. It'd be matched with a frilly garter around my thigh, of course.

 

After that session, I'd be more than happy to revisit Redheart for more sessions. I'd still be concerned about my sluttery lowering my grades too much, and having my cunt licked to completion (or even rubbing against Redheart's own pussy, I hope!) would calm my tits long enough for me to focus on studying instead of craving strangers' cummies.

 

 

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I'd be 100% for with that, but I'd be calling the shots.

I want to walk her through the school like the dirty little bitch she is, her wearing little more than a collar, some lingerie, and a buttplug-tail.

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I'd like to imagine that Celestia and Luna would temporarily drop the dress code for Halloween at my request. I'd fear what kind of "price" they'd extract me, but it would be worth it. I'd both loathe and drool at the possibility of being spanked in their office to orgasm, and I'd find myself gushing down there even before getting dressed for school.

 

I'd go through my closet and pick out an especially getup for school. It'd be just a day or two before the Halloween weekend, and every girl in CHS would be dressed at least somewhat slutty for the occasion. I'd have to stand out to keep up my reputation as a turboslut. Oh, how things have changed, going from a verifiable straight-A nerd to a reputable turboslut.

 

I'd pick out a thick collar with a large metal hoop, a set of neon-teal thong bikini and magenta top that I got from the mall trip where I my butt slapped until I came, and a purple buttplug horse tail. I'd shudder with delight as I pull on the teal thong bikini and tie the tiny magenta top over my breasts, and attach a leash on the metal hoop of my collar. I'd top it off with a long, flowing loincloth around my waist. The sheer fabric of the cloth would hide virtually nothing, letting the teal thong bikini show through clearly. I'd adorn my wrists and ankles with some beads and glow-in-the-dark bands, put on a pair of ankle-length high heel boots, and my 'Raveslut Slave Leia' outfit would be complete.

 

The trickiest part would be the bus ride to the school. I'd blush furiously as I feel all those eyes fixated on me, checking out every square inch of my body. I'd try desperately not to let anyone grope me or slip their fingers in my folds, trying to save myself up for the hours of slutty fun at CHS. I'd hold my leash in my hands with a death grip, repeatedly telling myself not to hand it over to a stranger. The fun part would come later, I'd promise myself.

 

After the torturous bus ride, I'd strut into the school, letting my leash hang in front of me. The strange contrast of heavy heeled boots, tiptoed posture, and bare midriff would make me feel more naked than being actually nude, and I'd feel myself getting slippery in the slit. My nipples would be erect and leaving noticeable bumps on the tiny triangles of my magenta top. I want to see the boys (and some girls!) ogling at me, their eyes practically bulging out at the near-nudity. The horse tail buttplug would get the most attention, and I'd feel it shift deep inside me with every step. I want to feel it rocking me with strange sensations, threatening to make my knees buckle and make me stumble in the hallway.

 

The memories of watching Coco getting mating pressed would still be on my mind, and I'd find myself looking for the sexy stud that ruined Coco's cunt. I'd have flashbacks to the 15-inch cock skewering the petite girl, and feel my knees wobble. My snatch would be gushing and sending fluids running down my inner thighs. I want to feel the desperation of trying to steady myself after that shameful public display. I want to see people pulling out their phones and taking pictures of me.

 

I'd feel a huge pair of hands steadying me, and realize that it's the well-endowed hunk himself. I want to feel his firm grip around my slender wrists, and feel myself craving that giant cock fucking my brains out. I want to feel the dizzying sensation of dragging him to the boys bathroom, my mind churning with primal desires. I want to feel the bestial need to be skewered by his spear.

 

We'd find an empty toilet stall, and lock ourselves in. I'd jump up, wrap my legs around his waist, and lock my lips against his. I want to feel the blinding lust blocking all my unnecessary senses. All I'd hear would be the face sucking noise and heavy breaths. All I'd feel would be the scalding hot 15-inch erection rubbing against my slit, leaving precum stains on my thong bikini.

 

I'd feel his giant hands tugging down at my bikini, and I'd get cold feet. The classes would start soon, and it'd be problematic if Celestia or Luna found me having sex on school grounds. Besides, that massive equipment of his would look like it'd hurt. At least Coco has a wide hip. That thing would ruin me in a bad way. I'd beg him to stop, promising him that when I'm ready in the future, I'd let him dick me down all day long.

 

He'd grunt with disappointment, and slip his massive digits in my cunt. I'd yelp and moan at the sudden incursion. He'd pull out his fingers and begin to rub my own fluids against my inner thigh. He'd tell me that he's going to get his satisfaction one way or another, and pull my tits out of their tiny confines. He'd suck viciously at my nipples, and I'd throw my head back in absolute bliss. I'd feel his fingers finish lubricating me, then feel his massive shaft slip in between my thighs. I'd let out a whorish moan as he thrust his veiny cock across my pussy, rubbing my clit in long strokes like a giant saw. I'd feel the back of my loincloth pitch a tent up and down as his impressive length thrust well past my butt. I'd slam my hips against his, utterly hypnotized by the rhythmic slaps of his thighs against mine.

 

I want to see my limbs shudder and my back arch backwards as I climax once. I want to claw at his muscular chest as he refuses to stop, sawing and grinding against my sopping wet slit until I cum for the second time. My face would be stained with running mascara, and I'd cum the third time. And forth. And Fifth. My mind would go completely blank as he keeps on thrusting in an impressive display of stamina.

 

After an eternity of unending orgasms, he'd finally climax. I want to feel the huge spurts of warm jizz soaking the back of my loincloth and everywhere else. The musky scent of his fluids would drive me to another orgasm. I'd be completely limp by then, leaning all my weight on his hard, muscular torso.