[EqG] Sunset's Skivvies Shanghaied? Student Suffers!


                                            Prompt: You find yourself in Sunset Shimmer's home. She finds you. "Anon, what the hell are you doing in my apartment?!"


                                            FemDom (OBV), panties, facesitting


                                            "T-the door was open?"

                                            >Sunset scowls at you, placing her hands on her hips.

                                            >"So you thought you'd just come in? What, were you raised in a barn?"

                                            >Ouch.

                                            >You flinch a little, but smile.

                                            "I just, thought you might be back already. I had a question about class, wondered if I could see your notes?"

                                            >Nice one, Anon.

                                            >As Sunset looks you over, you do your best to keep your hands from fidgeting behind your back

                                            >The last thing you need is to draw her attention away from your face

                                            >Still, the lace of her pilfered panties tickles tantalizingly against your dexterous digits

                                            >Gulping, you struggle to keep eye contact and not toy with your prize

                                            >You just need long enough for her to look away

                                            >Sunset huff and rolls her eyes.

                                            >"Whatever, freak."

                                            >Dropping her pack, she bends over and begins rummaging through her backpack

                                            >Just as you move to make a break for it, you notice that she bent at the waist

                                            >Her skirt is riding up as a result, revealing her gorgeous gams to the world.

                                            >Giving an unladylike grunt, Sunset Shimmer leans over a little more, revealing just a flash of scarlet colored lace.

                                            >Your heart thuds in your chest as you subconsciously wet your lips with the tip of your tongue.

                                            >At once, Shimmer grunts and rights herself, snapping you out of your daze.

                                            >Too late

                                            >You missed your chance

                                            >Meeting your eyes again, she holds out her folder to you.

                                            >"Here."

                                            >Gulping, you reach out and take the folder.

                                            "Th-thanks."

                                            >The seconds tick by as Sunset refuses to let go of the folder.

                                            >You give an experimental tug, but she doesn't relent.

                                            >After a moment, her stern expression slowly slides towards a more irate scowl

                                            >"Why do I feel lace rubbing up against my fingers?"

                                            >You flinch, realizing too late that you're still holding her panties.

                                            >As Sunset works herself up into a rage you make a break for the door.

                                            >"PERVERT!"

                                            >The binder clocks you in the back of the head but you clench your fist and keep running.

                                            >You're dead tomorrow.

                                            >But tonight you have your prize.


                                            >Sometime later, you're sprawled out on your bed, your body still heaving from the mad dash out of Sunset's apartment

                                            >You didn't stop until you made it home, safe and sound.

                                            >Giving a weak cough, you pull the purloined panties from your death grip.

                                            >Holding the waist in place with your thumb and forefinger, you stretch the stolen shorts out between your hands

                                            >The sheer pink fabric catches the dying light of the sun as it slinks out of your bedroom, giving it a glistening, dew-like quality.

                                            >Again your breath catches and your heart thuds away in your chest.

                                            >As if on instinct, you bring the flinched fabric towards your face.

                                            >The subtle scent of Sunset Shimmer wafts up to your nostrils, a mixture of sweat, flesh and a mature, womanly tang.

                                            >Your boner reacts appropriately and you spend the next half hour jerkin your gherkin repeatedly to mental images of the school's top cunt.

                                            >Afterwards, you stumble around in a punch drunk, dehydrated daze and fix yourself dinner.

                                            >It's nothing special, but it puts the pep back in your step and makes you feel like tomorrow won't be that bad.

                                            >All right, that's a lie, but it at least gives you the energy to go for another lengthy session with Shimmer's shanghaied skivvies.

                                            >In the end, you fall asleep with her scent surrounding you, the lacy fabric tentatively touching your tongue throughout the night as you breathe.

                                            >As morning comes, you wake almost sure that you can taste her in your mouth.

                                            >You go through your usual routine, making sure to seal Sunset's panties in a ziplock bag before you leave for school, just in case you don't die.

                                            >It'd be awful if they started to lose their scent quickly after all.

                                            >With your hands in your pockets you enter the school and keep your eyes peeled.

                                            >You make it to your locker.

                                            >Nothing.

                                            >You gather your things.

                                            >Still nothing

                                            >Glancing about twice, you heave a sigh of relief and close your locker

                                            >"Morning, Pervert."

                                            >With a gasp of surprise you manage to bounce out of her range


                                            >Sunset smirks, her arms crossed under her chest as she leans against the locker next to yours.

                                            >You're not sure how she snuck up on you, but...

                                            >The girl's green eyes flash as you try to slink backwards, paralyzing you.

                                            >It's all you can do to gulp and shudder as Sunset closes the distance.

                                            >The slender, yet dangerous, fingers of her right hand slowly reach out, sliding down the middle of your chest.

                                            >"I have to say, you really surprised me yesterday, freak."

                                            >Her tone is light, almost airy as she bends her arm and steps closer still, her fingers never leaving your core.

                                            >"Sneaking into some girl's apartment for a pair of panties? That takes balls."

                                            >You gulp and nod, figuring it's best just to go along with her.

                                            >The citrusy tangerine scent that seems to pour off her body tickles at your nose, reminding you of the night before.

                                            >With an uncomfortable squirm, you do your best to hide the inevitable boner rising in your pants.

                                            >To her credit, Sunset seems blissfully unaware, still hung up on listening to herself talk.

                                            >"I noticed some scratches on my door knob too. So much for an unlocked door, huh?"

                                            >At last, she pulls her finger away, only to drag it along your collar bone instead.

                                            >"What a sneaky, subversive student you are. B&E, Theft, Sexual Assault."

                                            "Wh-what?"

                                            >The note of terror in your voice rings out loud and clear as you look into her eyes.

                                            >And in that moment, you see a spark of delight in those green pools.

                                            >Fuck.

                                            >She's got you by the balls now, and she knows it.

                                            >Gulping, you try to look away, but it's too late.

                                            >Placing her palm against your chest, Sunset gently lays your back against the lockers.

                                            >Her left leg manages to settle in between both of yours, her knee resting precariously close to your crotch as she presses her body into yours, pinning you against the steel doors.

                                            >"You heard me. I caught you, panties in hand, and in two minutes I could have your entire life ruined."


                                            >Her voice is low, equal parts threatening and seductive.

                                            >You close your eyes and do your very best to contain Mount Boneier from blowing its top.

                                            >"But."

                                            >That single syllable hangs in the air for several seconds, bouncing in between your ears like an echo.

                                            >It promises hope for survival.

                                            >But at what cost?

                                            >As you let out a shuddering breath, Sunset continues, her words tickling at the inside of your ear.

                                            >"But in return, you have to do a few things for me, got it?"

                                            >Things.

                                            >She's playing this smart.

                                            >If she told you straight up what she wanted, you might have room to disagree on moral grounds.

                                            >But as it stands...

                                            >You gulp and nod fervently.

                                            "Yeah, yeah, I'll do it."

                                            >"Good."

                                            >Sunset sighs, the hot air tickling at your ear as it works around until all you can feel is heat.

                                            >And then your kegles give up the fight.

                                            >You feel your dick bump against Sunset's knee and the world slows to a crawl.

                                            >Cracking open your eyes, you see a look of surprise on the pretty twat's face.

                                            >But as she sees she has your attention, her shock quickly morphs into a stern smile.

                                            >"Oh? What's this?"

                                            >She brings her knee up ever so slightly, applying pressure to the head of your dick and rubbing gently with the unforgiving bone underneath her soft flesh.

                                            >"It seems somebody likes their precarious position."

                                            >You gulp and try to protest, but Sunset seems more interested in your surroundings.

                                            >The entire hall is clear, likely all the students hightailed it out of here when they saw what was going down.

                                            >Still, after a moment, Sunset smiles and turns back to you.

                                            >"Well, we'll get started on your first job. Come with me."

                                            >Her small but strong hand wraps around yours, pulling you away from the lockers and deeper into the school.

                                            >Somewhere, the warning bell rings, but Shimmer pays no attention to it.

                                            >Leading you into one of the center halls of the school, she pushes open the door to the girl's bathroom and yanks you inside before you can protest.


                                            >While it doesn't stink as badly as the boy's, there's still a noticeable feminine stink lingering from the stalls.

                                            >The walls look like they haven't been updated in twenty years, painted a disgusting pastel blue that's flaking in several places.

                                            >After ensuring the room is clear, Sunset pushes you into one of the stalls.

                                            >You stumble onto the ground with a small cry of protest, nearly ending up with your face in the drink.

                                            >The door latches closed as you turn and see the smaller Shimmer towering over your prone form.

                                            >With a devious smirk, she looks you over.

                                            >"First order of business."

                                            >One hand slides down to the hem of her skirt, pulling it up ever so slightly.

                                            >Your breath catches in your throat, becoming fat and swollen as you spot a set of white panties, accented with orange and red dots across the expanse of the strained shorts.

                                            >"You like panties, right?"

                                            >Your eyes drift upwards as you give a mute nod.

                                            >Sunset's lips curl into a smile, a flush of arousal evident on her face.

                                            >"Well then, soak it in, Perv."

                                            >You don't protest, jerking your gaze back to the promised land.

                                            >And just like it, your mouth goes dry at the sight.

                                            >Sunset has a pair of mildly thick legs, due in equal parts to ass kicking and lounging around, hiding thin strips of the fabric from view.

                                            >Her ample ass is cradled by the polkadotted panties, a hint of the cheeks visible between her legs.

                                            >Speaking of...

                                            >Your eyes dart up to her slit, highlighted all the more by her tight fitting shorts.

                                            >As you gulp down a breath of air, you see Sunset smile out of the corner of your eye.

                                            >"Wow, you really do have it bad."

                                            >The fingers of her free hand slide down and push aside the thin strip of fabric between her legs, revealing her plump pussy.

                                            >The lips twitch tenderly as they adopt a pink coloring and seem to shudder.

                                            >"This is your first job."

                                            >She whispers, never taking her eyes off of you.

                                            >"You have to get me off."


                                            >What?

                                            "What?"

                                            >The playful look in Sunset's eyes vanishes in an instant at your question.

                                            >Taking a breath, she builds herself up and glares at you.

                                            >"Get me off, Perv!"

                                            >She, she's serious?

                                            >Your face burns at the prospect of tonging her snatch and you look away.

                                            >It, it's not like you wouldn't like to, but...

                                            >Even as you consider your options, you feel a pair of hands place themselves on either side of your head.

                                            >Sunset forces you to look at her again, her face a mask of rage and embarrassment.

                                            >"Did I stutter? Get me off!"

                                            >You open your mouth to apologize, right as Shimmer clocks the back of your head against the toilet bowl.

                                            >Your vision blurs as you feel your limbs go limp and noodlely

                                            >The back of your shirt rides up as you slump against the toilet, riding it all the way down to the floor.

                                            >The dizziness and grey splotches begin to recede from your sight a few seconds later, just in tie to see Sunset position herself over top of you.

                                            >A delicate sneer mars her face, but only for a moment.

                                            >Then you're swallowed up by the darkness as she squats over you.

                                            >Trapped under the hem of her skirt, no light seems to penetrate the confines of your cell.

                                            >The pungent aroma of sweat and citrus, which tickled your nose last night, have now become overwhelming as the scent has no where else to go.

                                            >You gag a little as your sniffer snuffles for more of the sweet smell.

                                            >You can't stay here though.

                                            >Flexing your arms to try and push yourself up, you find an unusual weight pressed down on them.

                                            >Sunset's knees.

                                            >In a panic, you begin to hyperventilate, a sudden, heady rush of carbon dioxide sending you for a loop.

                                            >Shimmer shifts her weight, allowing the barest flow of fresh air into your confined space.

                                            >From some far off distance, you hear her call to you.

                                            >"Listen up Perv, I said it and I meant it. Get to work."

                                            >For emphasis, she presses herself against you, letting you feel the thrumming heat coming from between her thighs.


                                            >Looks like there's only one way out of this mess.

                                            >Though blind, dazed and in unfamiliar territory, you hesitantly explore the tender flesh of Sunset Shimmer.

                                            >As your cheeks rubs against her thighs, she gives a delicate whimper.

                                            >When your nose bumps against her pelvic bone, she lets loose a breathy sigh.

                                            >And when your lips at last find hers, she squirms, pressing herself down more forcefully onto your face.

                                            >A forceful hiss escapes her lips

                                            >"More."

                                            >And you can't do anything but oblige.

                                            >As you begin to find a rhythm between tongue, lips and the occasional nibble, Sunset Shimmer continues to grind herself against your face, muttering a mixture of encouragement and degradation.

                                            >"What do you think, Perv? Better than my panties, right?"

                                            >You grunt, and she laughs, taking a moment to reach back and tickle your unceasing erection with a gentle crook of her finger.

                                            >"No need to lie about it. This tells me everything that I need to know."

                                            >But eventually even the taunts fade away as you tongue her.

                                            >Sunset's thighs tighten around your head suddenly, and you find yourself breathing in the breath you just let out once again.

                                            >"Yes, yes! More, more!"

                                            >Struggling to overcome the overpowering scent of Sunset and your rapidly shrinking air reserve, you attack her face flower furiously.

                                            >With an uncharacteristic squeal, every inch of the wild woman tenses up for several seconds.

                                            >Just as your head begins to spin, she relaxes the vice grip and you gulp down another breath.

                                            >A few seconds later and she stands, her legs quivering as she stumbles to her feet.

                                            >Her eyes are lidded and unfocused as she leans heavily against the wall of the stall.

                                            >Gulping once, you hear her cough before she speaks.

                                            >"N-not bad, Perv. I-I could have done it better, with my hand though."

                                            >She trembles again before throwing the latch and opening the door.

                                            >"Anyway... meet me after school today. I got another job for you."

                                            >What?

                                            >You look up at her, biting your lip.

                                            "But, what about me?"


                                            >"What about you?"

                                            >Staring into Sunset's eyes for a long moment, you make a motion down to your crotch.

                                            >You could break up concrete with this boner from hell.

                                            >Giving her a pleading look, your hopes are quickly dashed when Sunset laughs at you.

                                            >"What? Are you serious? This isn't mutual favors, Perv, or have you forgotten that I OWN your ass?"

                                            >Scowling, you look away and wait for her to go off on her own.

                                            >The seconds pass, and then you feel a gentle brush of fabric against your cheek.

                                            >Sunset's still there, wearing her condescending smile and holding out her panties.

                                            >"Well, I guess it's to be expected, and what kind of boss would I be if I left you out in the cold? They're ruined anyway."

                                            >You take the moist clothing away from her, still frowning.

                                            >Sunset's smirk fades as she crosses her arms and sneers.

                                            >"What are you looking at me for? You got another pair of panties, and you can even beat off with those to your heart's content."

                                            >As you continue glaring, she throws up her hands in frustration.

                                            >"Whatever, I don't have time for this. Just remember to meet me after school, got it?"

                                            >Without waiting for your reply, she storms out of the bathroom, the door thudding shut behind her.

                                            >You stare at the wall for a while longer, then look to the panties in your hand.

                                            >Clenching your fist, you sigh and shake your head.

                                            "Anon, what have you gotten yourself into...?"

                                            >Several more moments tick by before you turn your attention back to the slick fabric.

                                            "..."

                                            >You sigh.

                                            >And unzip your pants.

                                            >And so began your own personal nightmare...