Turboslut SciTwi 05

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I would *love* to be a high class whore as Twilight. All those lascivious tales she'd tell me would pique my interest. Free gifts by rich men? Being treated like royalty before being bedded like a proper woman? I'd squirm and feel my panties moisten at the thought of it. I'd scoot forward in my chair, keep my knees slightly apart, and lift up my skirt under the desk. My favorite teasing position. Showing all of my bare thighs and my knees just far apart to give him a hint of my cherry red panties. He'd nearly break the chalk in half and I'd bite my lip, imagining teasing my first client like that.

 

I'd hurriedly catch up to Rarity after class, and ask her if she could "refer" some of her clients to me. She'd ponder for a bit, and agree to offload one client that she's not very fond of to me. I'd thank her and give her a hug, popping up a foot on my tiptoes. My skirt would be too short for doing this sort of thing without flashing everyone, but I wouldn't care. A whole new level of sluttery for me to explore! I'd be so excited.

 

Later that day, my cellphone would ring. I'd pick it up and have a brief conversation with my very first client. He'd withhold his name except for his first initial: K. He'd ask me to meet up at the mall and demand that I wear something "unsuitable for meeting with parents but not too slutty" along with a host of other questions. Are you fat, are you a virgin, can you break a $100... Sheesh, no wonder Rarity was eager to outsource this client to me.

 

I'd tidy up and get ready for my first foray into whoring. Bridal-white lacy push-up bra, matching thong with thin waistband, dark red "dress" with asymmetrical hemline cutting diagonally from left to right, and a mid-thigh pencil skirt. This being my first time whoring and all, so I'd do what I always wanted to do for my first-time sluttery: wearing a frilly bridal garter. I'd shudder as i hike it up my thigh, feeling the frills stroke against my bare flesh. I'd be more than ready.

 

I'd arrive at the meeting spot without much fuss, minus the torturous bus ride. The frilly garter rubbing against my inner thigh would keep remind me of what I'm about to do, and I'd be desperately thinking unsexy thoughts to keep myself from soaking through.

 

I'd spot K standing around, and I'd feel somewhat deflated. He'd look like a middle-aged schoolteacher, somewhat balding and dressed casually. I'd go and say hello, and yelp when he spanks me in the ass. He'd comment about how I don't look slutty enough, and begin to squeeze my boobies right there in front of everyone. I'd let out an involuntary moan, and he'd smile. He'd say something about scoring a nympho, and I'd just blush and avoid his gaze. He'd grip my hand and drag me to the mall's movie theater without much fanfare.

 

We'd be waiting in line for the tickets, and he'd keep grope me like a squeeze toy. At one point, he'd lock his arms around me from behind and cup my breasts up, forcing me on my tiptoes. I'd try to tell him to stop, but I'd find myself unable to make any noise other than a mewing moan. I'd feel his bulging erection pressed up against my butt and gently rubbing against my cheeks. Everyone would be watching, whispering amongst themselves. All the groping and rubbing would hike my skirt up, and my frilly garter would be in full display just under the partially obscured white triangle of my thong. God, I'd be so embarrassed and turned on at the same time.

 

Once inside the theater, he'd drag me to the men's bathroom. He'd hold me by the chin from behind, and force me to look my own reflection. Thick eyeliner. Stripper eyeshadow. Fake eyelashes. Rose red lipstick. Subtle bump of erect nipples. Frontal upskirt with a visible garter below. I'd look like a total whore, and love everything about it. I'd feel my thighs rub together involuntarily. Seeing myself degraded but not enough to get arrested for indecent exposure would be making me unbelievably horny.

 

He'd ask me what's wrong with the reflection, and I'd just let out a whorish moan in a mix of confusion and arousal. He'd tell me that I broke my promise because I don't look slutty enough. I'd try to protest, but he'd just clench my jaw even harder. He'd bend down and give me a sloppy kiss, smearing my face with lipstick.

 

He'd order me to take the skirt off, and I'd protest. The dress is too short and I'd get in trouble. He'd have none of it. He'd reach under the short end of the oddly cut dress and forcibly tug the zipper down on my skirt. He'd pull it all the way down from under me, and I'd try to cover myself up. I'd see the smeared makeup in the mirror, the horrified look in my eyes, and the thin white strap of thong on the short end of the dress. I'd worn the dress once while taking lewd selfies, but it'd be definitely too short for any sort of public outing. The diagonal cut would end just above the knee on the long end, and barely manage to cover the front of my crotch. The backside would be a disaster. I'd brush down my butt trying to find the hem to tug down at, and feel my hand running down my bare ass about halfway through.

 

I'd beg him to let me cover myself up, but he'd just toss me the discarded skirt and tell me to keep it in my purse or there would be no payment. I'd reluctantly obey, and walk out on shaky legs as he drags me back out into the theater. I'd feel goosebumps spreading over my legs, the odd sensation of having uneven coverage sending waves of fear and arousal up my spine. I'd worn super short skirts before, but having half of my ass exposed and the other half covered would feel... weird, yet sexy. My head would be pulsating with my heartbeat. I'd be clutching at the short end of the dress, trying desperately to pull it down below the hip. But eventually I'd just let go, feeling myself adjusting to my new role as my client's arm candy.

 

 

Everyone would be staring. The short end of the dress would be cut high enough to show off the strap of my bridal-white thong. Every step I take would shift the hem and move it aside far enough to reveal my crotch. The backside... I wouldn't even venture a guess, but the sensation of frilly hem brushing wildly all over my lower butt would be enough to leave me imagining all sorts of lewd imagery. I'd feel the bottom of my thong moisten as more and more eyes begin to fixate on me, undoubtedly checking me out and committing my exhibition to memory for fapping. I'd nearly trip and fall as my knees buckle with a renewed wave of arousal, sending me bent over and giving everyone the pantyshot they desperately wanted.

 

I'd cling tightly to my client, my eyes nearly rolling back with arousal. He'd help me up, gently pat the bare side of my ass, and ask me if I still regret taking my skirt off. I'd just moan in response, slurping up a line of drool. My thong would be completely drenched with my arousal, and some of my juices would be dripping down my thigh and starting to soak the garter. I'd look down at the fabric darkened with moisture and smile like a befuddled idiot. I've always wanted to soak my garter with my juices, but never imagined I'd do it in full view of strangers.

 

My client would nudge me and ask me if I'd be okay with cutting the date short since I'm clearly not feeling well. He'd squeeze my boobs, and get a moany 'yes' out of me. God, yes please. The arousal from being seen with half my ass revealed would be unbearable by that point. I'd be a putty in his hands, practically lifting my dress aside and trying to ride his cock right there and then.

 

He'd drag me to a secluded end of the theater next to a disused staircase that lead to the rooftop. He'd pin me against the wall and press his face against mine, breathing heavily and sucking me up with greedy kisses. I'd wrap my legs around his waist, feeling his bulge rubbing against my moist thong.

 

He'd pull the gusset aside and slip his meaty fingers in me. I'd moan and call him daddy, begging for the real thing. He'd grope at his belt and clumsily free his member, and skewer me right there in the theater, next to the staircase. I'd throw my head back and howl like a bitch in heat. My hymen would be long gone from riding dildos at school, but this would be the first dicking of my life. I'd hoped to preserve my virginity, thinking it'd be the last link between me and my prep school past, but it'd be gone too. I'd be losing my virginity to a total stranger, pinned against the wall, getting raw-dogged and feeling his untrimmed pubes slam against my smooth labia. The degradation would be mind-blowingly hot.

 

I'd climax not even five seconds into the intercourse, feeling my pussy constrict against his pumping cock. I'd beg for him to stop, but the words would come out in a string of indecipherable groan. He'd keep pounding away at my virgin pussy, grinding the bulging veins and all up against the fleshy confines. I'd climax again, this time harder than before. I'd feel my diaphragm struggling against the full body spasm. The endorphins would threaten to block out all senses except for the sensation of pounding piston in my nethers. My ears would ring as yet another orgasm wracks me, flooding my brain with chemicals meant to be released sparingly. My limbs would go limp and flex repeatedly. My mind would go blank. There would be my backsides getting slammed against the wall, the meat piston drilling me, and my spasming cunt.

 

He'd begin to thrust harder, nearly killing me with another orgasm. My pussy would clench around his cock, and he'd finally unload his seed inside me. My eyes would lose focus as I feel those thick bursts of cum land all over the walls of my vagina, and the endorphins would start flowing again.

 

He'd pull out after the final spurt, and drop me unceremoniously on the floor. He'd order me to lap up the cum from his cock, and I'd obey reflexively. After getting his cock cleaned up, he'd pull up his pants, count some bills, and drop the bundle of green in front of me. He'd tell me that he's only paying me half the full price, since he had to end it early and I didn't dress slutty as I promised. I'd be too weak to even pick up the bundle. I'd look up at him weakly, my legs sprawled apart, and thick white fluids dripping out of my pussy.

 

He'd smile and wink, and walk away.

 

I'd reach down to my dripping cunt, dip my finger in the fluid, and give it a lick. I'd have to get a morning-after pill tomorrow, but not yet. I'd savor the taste, still shaky and turned on by having just lost my virginity to a stranger.

 

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I'd feel a tinge of jealousy if she started stealing the attention. At first it'd be a friendly competition of "who gets the most boys" and impromptu slut-offs, letting her various bits of my slutwear and exhibit her goods to everyone in CHS. It'd be a strange mix of desire and arousal, watching an exact clone of myself from angles that aren't physically possible.

 

I'd be there with her when she does her first up-the-stairs-upskirt act. I'd feel a strange arousal when she sways her butt slightly and lets the skirt ride up naturally, revealing the portal-generated panties to all the boys following behind. It'd be like watching my own first sluttery playing before me, and I'd feel my own panties moisten as much as hers.

 

Unf... I can just picture it now. The two of us wearing the same slut-ified Crystal Prep uniforms, pulling each other into a farewell hug and upending the back of the other Twilight's skirt, showing off the identical purple panties with the same cutie marks printed on them. We'd pretend not to notice, but the looks on the boys around us would be clear enough. There's TWO turbosluts in town, and they're locked in a horny rivalry.

 

 

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Is it just the act of Twilight slutting it up that gets you hot and bothered or would you actually go down on Twilight? Would you tongue fuck her foal hole, making her cry out for more? Likewise would you let her make out with your sloppy cunt, stroking your inner thighs and love button in a frenzy to get you off?

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Goodness, can I pick both? Watching Twilight slutting it up would be almost like... watching myself slutting it up, except I'd get actually see the upskirts and nipple bumps. Seeing her in all sorts of lewd clothes borrowed from me, seeing her moistening her (my!) panties from the sheer arousal of discovering the exhibitionist streak in her, seeing her cornered by an assertive boy and getting fingered with underneath the skirt... It'd be just too much to bear. I just might have to drag her to the bathroom stall and go down on her hard.

 

I'd be no stranger to lesbian escapades, what with having my snatch fingered and scissored thoroughly by both Celestia and Luna. I'd practice all of the tongue tricks I've learned from the sisters on her, letting her juices splash all over my face. Bonus points for doing it early in the day, so I can reek of girlcum all day at school.

 

God, I'd love for Twilight to do things to my sloppy cunt. Creeping up from behind me and embracing me, landing her hands on my tits and my crotch, even when there's other students around. I'd let her lift up the front of my skirt and finger me to completion right there in the hallway. I'd love to feel her squeezing my tits and tweak my nipples. I'd love to feel her moan and breathe onto my neck as she feels my cunt envelop her fingers and make her nethers slick with sensations she never felt as a pony.

 

 

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Sauce was something I found on e621 earlier today. And suffice to say that hose & heels are good for your elf

 

...but(t) would be better when whore-n by Slutty Sci-Twi mayhaps?

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Unf, I'd love to wear those slutty six-inch heels and seamed stockings in public. It'd be so awkward to walk in at first, having my posture adjusted in such a way that I have to walk with my rear sticking out like I'm presenting my cunt to someone behind me. It would remind me of all those times I got fingered raw, how those strong hands lifted me up to my tiptoes by the cunt. The flashback would be lewd enough to get me moist down there even without any leering eyes.

 

After getting a taste of whoring and then losing my virginity to one of Rarity's unwanted "clients" >>33022846 I'd be completely hooked on the idea of being someone's arm candy and then being forced into showing off my slutty body in public. I'd start going on dates with all the boys (and some girls!) in CHS, but never for keeps. I'd use my partner for showing off that my slutty body belongs to someone, and that I enjoy being displayed in public for ogling.

 

I'd tease my dates to the point where they'd lose control and bend me over in a corner. I'd be wearing the shortest possible skirts or dresses for easy dicking. Tight fitting tops with no bra, preferably with low threadcount to let my nipples poke through clearly. I'd even use that lewd method Sunset taught me, pinching my phone inbetween my thighs and hiking up my skirt until the hem lines up to the "proper" length.

 

Gosh, just thinking of those boys bending me over, not even bothering to upend my skirt because of how short they are, peeling my moist thong aside and thrusting in me, their virile cocks unloading their batter inside me, letting much of it spurt and drip down my seamed stockings for all to see... It makes me squirm and flutter.