Turboslut SciTwi 06


                                            (Today Princess Celestia announces that all girls must be wearing mini-skirts and their maximum allowed length is 8 inches (20cm))


                                            >Gosh, I'd be pretty disappointed with the new skirt length rules. Everyone would be strutting around the hallway with their underass hanging out, some of them tugging at the hem of their skirt trying to keep things covered in embarrassment. I'd be just a run-of-the-mill girl of Canterslut High rather than "that one girl who wears micro-minis to school" slut.


                                            >Before the skirt length rule goes into effect, I'd show up to school wearing a longish skirt (for my standards anyway. It'd still run only fractions of an inch past my fingertips) in hopes to proving to Celestia that skirts don't have to be short to be slutty. I'd wear a snug-fitting summer blouse with very low thread count, a lacy purple bra with nothing to hide my nipples from showing through, a tight secretary skirt with scandalously high side slits, a purple tanga for maximum pantyline, a pair of thigh-high stockings with seams, and fuck-me heels rising high enough to keep me on my tiptoes and force my butt to jut out more. The whole ensemble would be complete with thick, whorish purple eye makeup and luscious lip gloss.


                                            >I'd debate whether to wear a garter belt or not, but I'd decide against it. I'd want everyone to ogle at the pantyline clearly visible through my tight secretary skirt, and wearing a garterbelt over my tanga would get in the way of that. I'd slowly run my hands down my butt in the high-heeled posture, feeling the lewdly clear bumps of the pantyline pinching against my butt. I'd bite my lip and think about how much I'd turn on all those boys at school, and maybe even convince Celestia that being covered up can be slutty too.


                                            >On the way to school, I'd feel some regret not wearing a garterbelt. The bus ride would be crowded, and I'd be constantly rubbing up against commuters and feel my thigh-high stockings slip down. I'd bend over to pull them up a few times, and feel the seams of my tight skirt straining and not flexing enough to cover up my rear. A perverted commuter would bump into me each time "accidentally" and I'd feel the fabric of their pants, stiff with arousal, rubbing up against my bare exposed underass. God, I can't imagine how slutty I'd feel doing that, feeling the stiff arousal of a stranger fitting inbetween my inner thighs like a matching puzzle piece. I'd love to feel the familiar sensation of slutty arousal building up and soaking the bottom of my purple tanga and starting to coat my inner thighs.


                                            >After several minutes of that, and maybe intentionally bending over a few times just to feel this stranger hump me down there, I'd feel his strong hands gripping my waists. He'd mutter something about me being a "fucking tease and a slut" and how he loves the perfect zettai ryoiki I have going, and lodge his hips firmly against my rear. I'd let out an involuntary moan at being called a slut. God, I fucking love being called a slut and a whore.


                                            >He'd let go of my hips, but I'd still be pressing my slutty rear up against him, even rubbing gently up against his stiff member still trapped in his pants. I'd feel his hand slipping inbetween him and me, and feel his firm hands giving me a grope. I'd feel my knees wobble a little at the sensation, and feel his breaths wash over my neck as he whispers compliments about how wet I'm down there. Only a whorish slut would be this wet from being groped, he'd tell me. He'd keep squeezing and stroking my butt as he slowly moves his fingers closer to the gap between my thighs.


                                            >I'd be holding onto the seats, unable to keep myself upright on shaking legs and fuck-me heels. The man sitting down would inadvertently get a lewd closeup of my breasts. My blouse would already be unbuttoned down to dangerously slutty levels, and the semi-transparent blouse would do nothing to hide my nipples darkening with arousal behind the lacy bra.


                                            >I'd be humping steadily against the pervert behind me by now, letting my breasts swing back and forth in front of this man's face. His eyes would be fixated on my nipples, now fully erect, poking through and threatening to spill out above the scanty bra. I'd be muttering "ohmygosh" in shaky breaths with my eyes rolling up in the sockets, and the man would know exactly what I'm doing. He'd give me a hungry smirk and give my tits a good squeeze, asking me who exactly I'm humping my slutty ass against. I'd feel the man behind me unzipping his pants, freeing his member from his pants. And just like that, I'd be too far gone in arousal to give a coherent answer.


                                            >The man in front of me would gently tug at my breasts, letting them spill out above my unbuttoned blouse. He'd give them a squeeze, and I'd let out a whorish moan. The bra wouldn't be padded or anything, it'd just be a lacy thing meant for wearing just before sex. He'd feel the bumps of my erect nipples through them, admiring how the bra was cut low enough show the top half of my areola even when fully clothed. God, I'd love to feel those hands peeling the lace of my bra down, exposing my nipples in the cold air, and start tweaking them. All the while, the man behind me would be steadily fingering me, having pulled the bottom of my tanga aside and exposed my swollen pussy.


                                            >I'd be a little panicked. I still had doubts about my sluttery, and I definitely would't want to show up to school with cum dripping out of my cunt and soaking through my tanga. There are... "special" punishments for showing up to Celestia's panty-checks with semen dripping down my thighs. As I feel the man behind me begin to rub up and down my glistering pussy with the tip of his throbbing cock, I'd tell him that I'm not on the pill. God, I want to feel how hard it is to form that sentence, what with the man in front of me tweaking and stroking my painfully erect nipples and the man behind me prepping my ready and waiting cunt for proper dicking.


                                            >He'd groan in disappointment, and slap my butt. I want to hear him call me a fucking whorish tease, and how I shouldn't be strutting my goods around like this if I weren't ready to put out. Before I could stutter out an apology, he'd pull me by my hair and tilt me upright, one hand around my neck and another groping my exposed breasts. He'd thrust his dick right below my hopelessly soaked cunt, force my legs close, and hotdog me. I want to hear his husky voice ordering me to put my hands under my skirt and in front of my pussy and get ready to catch his seeds. I want to feel my knees quiver at the implications. I want to feel my breaths quicken and heart beating faster at the implication, the though of tasting this man's cum driving me to soak my pussy even further.


                                            >I'd do as told, and soon begin to feel him thrusting in my thigh gap. I want to hear myself letting out guttural moans as I feel the veins of his cock hitting my clit with each thrust. I want to hear him grunt and occasionally tell me to pull my panty aside when the tight-fitting tanga keeps slipping in the juices and slides over my pussy. I want to see the man in front of me giving me a bewildered but infinitely aroused look as he strokes the sizable tent in his pants. I want to feel the tip of my captor's cock touch against the palm of my hand repeatedly. I want to feel the slippery precum coat my dainty fingers, until he thrusts one last time, deep and hard, and begin to unload his scalding hot seed all over my cupped hands.


                                            >Somehow, even in my mind-numbing arousal, I'd manage to catch all of his semen without getting it on my skirt. That sensation, combined with having my clit rubbed raw by his veiny cock, would be enough to give me an orgasm. I want to feel my cunt spasm and limbs wobble as the lewd orgasm rock my body, accentuated by the distinct odor of cum in my hands. I want to feel him grip my wrists and pull my hands up to my face, getting his cum all over my mouth and face. I want to feel him holding my hands there, ordering me to lap it up. I want the smell of his juices and the degradation give me another wave of mini-orgasm, practically collapsing against him as I do as ordered. Some of his semen would run down my chin, leaving distinct pearly white droplets on my exposed breasts. My eyes would roll backward as I lap up his cum off of my hands, savoring the taste of it.


                                            >He'd reach under my skirt, pull my tanga back to its place to cover my soaked pussy, and readjust my skirt. I'd be still fixated on licking my fingers, sucking every drop of semen in prolonged licks. Oh, how the model student and nerd has fallen. How I'd gone from getting straight A's to licking cummies off of my fingers in public transit. The degradation and the taste of cum would be driving me wild, getting me soaked and ready for another round.


                                            >I'd get out of the bus at the stop, not even bothering to button up my blouse or fixing my spilled breasts. My hands would still be sticky with cum, and I'd just stare at them in disbelief.


                                            >Gosh, I've become a turboslut.


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                                            Pt 2


                                            >After the slutty ordeal aboard the bus, I'd be on my knees at the CHS bus stop, completely stunned. My tits would still be hanging out over the lacy bra, and my knees would be spread apart such that if anyone were to look, they'd be able to see the sopping wet pantyshot. I'd sit there for a moment dumbfounded, licking my lips and savoring the taste of that stranger's cum. Not for too long, though. Any sluts caught being late to class are "punished" severely by Celestia, and my body simply wouldn't be able to take another series of orgasms.


                                            >I'd get up and collect myself, careful not to get my cum-covered hands on my clothes. I'd pinch the tip of my bra and tug it up to cover my nipples, carefully button up my blouse, and swipe the dribbles of cum on my breasts with my fingers. Not knowing where to wipe it off, I'd resort to... sucking it off. A shockwave of arousal would rock my body as I taste his cum, bringing back fresh flashback to what had happened on the bus. My knees would wobble and I'd almost collapse on the spot again.


                                            >Readjusting my skirt would prove to be tricky. I wouldn't be able to 'grip' it with my hands like usual, or I'd get the semen-and-saliva mixture all over my skirt. I'd try my best to pinch it down with my fingers, but the tight-fitting skirt would not budge much. I'd have to walk the rest of the way with my skirt hiked up enough to show a lot of underass than usual. The slit now sat high enough to reveal the waistband of my tanga panties, the purple fabric standing in lewd contrast to the black skirt.


                                            >I'd have to head straight to the bathroom to wash my hands so I can fix my attire. I'd start walking on wobbly legs, noticing all the eyes fixated on me and my state of dress. My hair would be in disarray from being fucked mercilessly inbetween my thighs, which I definitely can't fix with my hands being covered in "fluids." The lacy wouldn't help matters much. The made-for-foreplay piece of lingerie would offer little in terms of support, and I'd feel my breasts jiggle more than usual as I strut on tiptoes in my 6-inch heels. Eventually, I'd feel my nipples slip out above the lacy cup and begin to brush against the semi-transparent fabric of my blouse. Gosh, how that'd send me a dizzying wave of arousal with each step, my hopelessly erect nipples catching more and more fabric to brush against as they become plainly visible through the blouse...


                                            >Slowly, I'd begin to notice that everyone's eyes fixated on me a lot more than usual. They wouldn't be fixated on my hiked-up skirt that keeps riding up with me not being able to fix it, which would exposes more than just my underass to the onlookers. They wouldn't be on my semi-transparent blouse showing off my purple bra with my nipples poking out over the lacy cup. Rather, they'd be fixated on my face like I had someone's semen all over my chin.


                                            >...


                                            >...Oh no.


                                            >I'd run my fingers over my face, and feel the slick yet sticky fluid clinging to them. In my post-coital bliss, I had totally forgotten to wipe his cum around my mouth.


                                            >One of the boys would whip out his phone and take pictures of me, smirking and blushing at the same time. Gosh, I can't imagine just how many friends he'd send that picture to. Me blushing furiously, skirt hiked up like I had just been fucked raw, my nipples visible plainly through the blouse, and shiny globs of cum all over my face. I want to feel how degrading it'd be as he takes a picture after picture of my slutty body. I want to feel how my knees would grow weak and the fire reignite in my cunt, unable to tell whether I want to stop him or beg him to share it to as many people as possible.


                                            >I'd hobble to the bathroom, trying to hide out of shame and to keep myself from dropping on my knees and stroking my folds right there in the hallway. I'd be covering my mouth with my hands, hiding the lewd evidence from leering eyes and secretly licking up the remnants all the while. Push the door aside, almost trip on the way to the sink, and wash my hands. I'd look at the mirror and the sight would be... Whorish. Depraved. Slutty. My hair would still be disheveled from the sexual encounter in the bus. The clubbing-ready thick eye makeup and the pearly globs of cum around my lips would complete the picture of a star whore in a blowjob porn video. I'd dab the cum off of me, trying not to smudge too much of the foundation. My nethers would be sopping wet by now, turned on by the sight of my own slutty visage, no doubt leaving at least a hint of wetness on the tight skirt.


                                            >Then, Nurse Redheart would walk out of one of the stalls. I'd spot her on the mirror, and briefly catch her eyes drift down to my ass as I'm bent over towards the mirror trying to dab all the cum out of my face. The smirk spreading across her face would be all but telegraphing her intent. She'd approach me with the clicks of her high-heels against the tiled floor, and I'd feel the weight of her breasts press up against my back as she leans over me, taking my hands away from my face.


                                            >Redheart would lean in deeper, taking a sniff off my neck, and landing a light kiss right there. I'd shudder at the moistness of her lips, and let out an involuntary moan. She'd ask me if I had been a naughty girl again, and tease me for not using protection. I'd feel her dainty fingers slowly crawl their way under my skirt, stroking and tracing circles around the bottom of my butt. She'd comment on how I smell like a used slut, and how she can smell the cum in my breath. Then she'd gently tug my chin towards her, and press her lips against mine. We'd suck and lick tongues and exchange saliva as Redheart's other hand begins to drift down my blouse, undoing the top few buttons slowly.


                                            >I'd gasp and moan as I feel her deft fingers stroke my left breast, brushing repeatedly against the hopelessly erect nipple poking out above the slutty lace of my bra. And another finger, gently stroking and rubbing against the sopping wet gusset of my tanga and drawing circles around my clit. She'd know exactly what I'm into, not even bothering to strip me naked but groping me through my slutwear, making me soak my slutty undergarments with my own juices.


                                            >I'd feel my legs shake involuntarily as an intense orgasm builds up, my arms spasming and straining to keep myself bent over the sink. Suddenly, Redheart would pull her hand away from my pantyclad cunt and begin to stroke and squeeze my other nipple instead. My breaths would come out ragged, feeling the utter despair of not quite reaching orgasm. I'd beg Redheart to rub me raw, make me cum and soak my panties. She'd hum inquisitively, telling me that she didn't "hear" me, and teasing my nipples in a manner that makes me throw my head back and howl as I feel the intense climax build up again. She'd let go of my nipples, leaving me hopelessly unsatisfied. I'd be practically humping the air, tortured by the arousal and trying to get the release I need.


                                            >Instead, Redheart would slap my butt and order me to stay still. It'd kill some of the painful, unreleased arousal, but she'd begin teasing me anew by slipping her dainty fingers down under my skirt again. This time, she'd peel the soaking fabric of my tanga aside, slip her fingers in, and begin to curl around inside my folds. With surgical precision, Redheart would find my g-spot in a matter of seconds, and begin to tease me there. I'd let out an animalistic howl, my mind going blank at the impossibly intense arousal building up with no end in sight. And just as I'm about to cum, she'd pull her fingers out, spank me, and grope my tits. God, I want to feel the maddening sensation of having my slutty cunt stroked to near completion, only have my orgasm denied. I want to look up in the mirror and see the desperate expression on my face, biting my lip and eyes rolling backward as Redheart begins stroking my pantyclad pussy anew. I want to see my areolas darken under the transparent blouse, and the gentle sway of my breasts as I moan and try to rub my soaking pussy at anything, anything at all to bring myself to climax.


                                            >After a mind-numbing repetition of almost cumming, I'd be a total mess. After getting my g-spot stroked by Redheart's nimble fingers for the thousandth time, I'd be totally drenched down there, the juices of my arousal running down my legs and soaking the thigh-high stockings. The inner leg part of the legwear would be soaked through, darkened in that particular manner that mesh-like fabric tend to do when wet. I'd be brought to near-climax yet again, and I'd thrust my ass backward as Redheart pulls her fingers out of my folds. God please, don't stop, please make me cum, I'd beg. Redheart would merely smile and stick her finger in my mouth, and I'd lap up my own juices from her digit obediently, desperately hoping that she'd finally let me cum if I obey her.


                                            >Instead, she'd pull the gusset of my tanga back over my cunt, give my pussy one last stroke, and tug my skirt down to cover up. She'd pull me upright by my hair and pull my bra back up above my aching nipples. She'd tell me that slut like me deserve to cum in front of everyone in the hallway, not hidden and tucked away in the girls' bathroom. I'd beg her to finish me, please let me cum, but she'd just push me out towards the exit.


                                            >I'd be too mired in my own arousal to feel any panic. I'd be taking heaving breaths like I had just run a marathon, and my legs would be like noodles. I'd stumble out, not even needing Redheart to urge me on further. I'd never have been aroused this much before, and I'd be feeling the heartbeat thumping in my skull. I'd have to get my orgasm, somehow, from somebody, it doesn't matter who. The only thing in my mind would be to get off, even if it means humping my cunt against a doorknob with everyone watching.


                                            >Leaving the bathroom, I'd grab the first person I land my eyes on. Some girl, with ridiculous green hair, some punk rock vest thing and a short green skirt. I'd cling onto her as my legs give out, stumbling together and falling onto the floor on top of her. She'd demand to know what I'm doing, but I'd be fixated on where her pussy is. I'd lift up the hem of her skirt, revealing a pair of cherry-red thong. She'd yelp in surprise as I lift up the hem of my own skirt, revealing the sopping wet tanga underneath. I'd hike it all the way up to my waist, not even caring whether people see my half-covered ass or not. I'd hear and feel some flashes going off behind me as I raise the girl's leg above me and collide our cunts together.


                                            >I'd close my eyes as the electric shock of feeling her pantyclad pussy meet mine, and begin to buck my hips. The girl would let out a loud "ooooohhh." Normally I'd be peeling our panties aside for the more intimate contact, but I'd be too desperate for release that I wouldn't care. The strange sensation of feeling the other girl's rapidly moistening folds through her underwear and against mine would be sending a different kind of arousal up and down my spine. I'd think back to how Redheart fingered me to near completion over and over again, and begin to buck even harder. The air around the two of us would be full of the scent of my arousal and the bestial moans out of both of us.


                                            >Soon enough, we'd reach climax together. She'd throw her head back and howl on her back, her legs spasming and her cherry red thong darkening with her juices. I'd cum, screaming and nearly falling backward. Squirt after squirt of my juices would soak through our clothes and underwear, leaving a sizable puddle underneath our hips. I'd collapse forward on top of her, still squirming and humping involuntarily from the violent climax, and kiss her deeply like Redheart had done to me.