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[EQG] [NSFW] Sci-Twi Can't Stop Looking [WIP]

By RealDash
Created: 23rd February 2021 06:11:37 AM

  1. >You are Twilight Sparkle.
  2. >The human one.
  3. >And you are getting really horny right now.
  4. >You should probably stop looking, but you can't help it.
  5. >The way he just... looks from this far away.
  6. >It's enough to make a gal hungry in more ways than one.
  7. >It's no secret to some that you've had your eye on Anonymous, a student at CHS, since last year.
  8. >When you two first worked on a school project together, you thought it was just going to be a dumb high school crush and it would be that after a couple weeks.
  9. >A whole year later, you still REALLY want him to ram you from behind like a dirty whore and make him your property.
  10. >And vise versa.
  11. >But alas, you're too chickenshit to really ask him something as forward as that... or even talk to him much beyond group hangouts.
  12. >So you're resigned to admire him from afar.
  13. >And you're pretty certain you're subconsciously shaking your ass around.
  14. >You wish Anon would slap your ass.
  15. >*SLAP*
  16. "Waah!"
  17. >You quickly turn around to find yourself staring face to face with a jock from school, who is staring you down with a smug smirk.
  18. >"Hey, bab-"
  19. >With all the might in your body, you bitch slap the piss out of him. With a groan, he retreats away down the beach way.
  20. >Nobody touches you like that.
  21. >Except Anon.
  22. >And goddammit, you're gonna get his hands on your ass before the day is out even if it kills you.
  23. >Suddenly you shiver.
  24. >Great... now you're even hornier.
  25. >You should probably stop looking.
  26. >...
  27. >Maybe a little longer wouldn't hurt...
  28.  
  29. >You are Anonymous.
  30. >And right now you are nearly done building the best goddamn sand castle this side of Canterlot.
  31. >Compared to yours, every other beachgoer is but a dirty peasant.
  32. >'Just a little... bit... more... and...'
  33. >Done.
  34. >Beauty.
  35. >Absolute beauty.
  36. >Your castle stands at half your height, but the full length of a human centipede.
  37. >The kind of castle King Arthur himself would've loved to live in.
  38. >If he were a fiddler crab.
  39. >And not dead.
  40. >Or fake.
  41. >You hear the sound of footsteps approaching to your right and turn to see Applejack making her way over with two snow cones.
  42. >"Hoo whee Anon," she said with a chuckle, "you sure like your sand castles."
  43. >She holds out one of the snow cones to you, a blueberry flavored one, and you take it with a brief thank-you.
  44. "Damn right," you answer. "Sand castles are fun as hell."
  45. >"How long have y'all been building this one?"
  46. "Since we got here."
  47. >Applejack freezes.
  48. >"A... Anon, we only got here an hour ago."
  49. "And?"
  50.  
  51. >Applejack was at a loss for words.
  52. >"Wha... Well shoot, ah hope yer as good on a farm as you are in the sand because now ah got half a mind to hire you."
  53. >You couldn't help but just grin, nearly laughing as you dig into your snow cone.
  54. >It's been years since you've had one of these, and now you're just savoring the moment.
  55. >Maybe a little too much, because you can feel a small clump or two fall onto your bare chest.
  56. >You give a brief shiver and an embarrassed laugh as you notice AJ staring at you with a smug grin.
  57. >"THAT good, ain't it?"
  58. "Fuck off," you tell her, but give her a smile to let her know you're not serious.
  59. >She just grins with enough smug to put Rainbow Dash to shame.
  60. >You start wiping off your chest with a finger, collecting the drops of ice and blueberry-flavored water and begin licking it off.
  61. >Whatever you can't get off, you'll just wash away in the water.
  62. >As you clean yourself off, you can't help but notice someone other than AJ is watching you.
  63. >Looking over to your right sure enough, you notice Twilight making her way over to you.
  64. >You give her a wave with one hand and continue to clean yourself off with the other.
  65. >As she gets close enough to you, you notice that she's not in her usual peppy mood.
  66. "Hey Twi," you greet and simultaneously call out to her, "you feeling okay?"
  67. >"H-Huh?" she stammers at first.
  68. >It was like she was in a daze, but it only lasted for a second before she realized you spoke to her.
  69. >"Oh! Oh, y-yeah! I'm fine! I'm just... It's just been a long day."
  70. >"A long day?" Applejack repeated, looking over to her friend. "It's only been an hour since we got here, Twi."
  71. >Twilight froze for a second, then lightly tapped her head and laughed almost nervously.
  72. >"Did I say day? I meant week. It's been a long week, haha."
  73. "Then why didn't you stay home?" you asked curiously. "You've earned a bit of rest."
  74. >"Well..." Twilight pondered. "I-I just... thought it would be nice to get out of the house more! Plus, i-isn't this the last week the beach is open?"
  75. >"Eeyup," Applejack answers. "This here's the last weekend before they close the beach till spring. Shoot, ah didn't even think of that."
  76. >"Right! So I figured: Why spend the last week of open beach indoors and reading books? H-Hehehe...!"
  77. >...
  78. "Okay, who are you and what have you done with the real Twilight?"
  79.  
  80. >Suddenly, Twilight let out a burst of awkward laughs and giggles.
  81. >Then it turned into snorts.
  82. >You didn't know whether to be slightly creeped out or find it goddamn adorable.
  83. >Because you were leaning towards yes.
  84. >A moment later, she cleared her throat, followed by a few choked coughs.
  85. >"... S-Sorry."
  86. >She started clearing her throat, this time much easier without coughing.
  87. >"So Anon, that's a neat sand castle!"
  88. >You look over to your prized beauty and bask in its perfection.
  89. "Hell yeah, it is," you nearly exclaim. "Haven't built one in months, and I still got the touch!"
  90. >"I-I bet you do," Twilight complimented, crossing her arms and looking between you and the sand castle. "U-Uh, is that a blueberry snow cone?"
  91. "Huh?" You look to the snow cone in your hand, remembering it was there. "Oh yeah, Applejack got it for me. You want some?"
  92. >You held out your half melted snow cone while still licking away the drops from your chest.
  93. >"Actually... I-I'll be right back, I, uh... have to use the restroomsoillberightback!"
  94. >Before you could say anything, Twilight turned around and quickly began making her way down the beach to where the bathrooms would be.
  95. "Is she okay?" you asked Applejack.
  96. >She just shrugged.
  97. >"That girl's been actin' funny for a few months now. Sometimes she'll just be tacklin' things like they're nothing, and the next she's scared of her own shadow."
  98. "You think she's okay?"
  99. >She sighed.
  100. >"Most of the time. Sometimes ah can't help but feel worried."
  101. >You looked back to where Twilight had gone just in time to watch her disappear behind a small building that housed the bathroom.
  102. >You hoped she was okay.
  103.  
  104. >You are Twilight Sparkle.
  105. >And you can't stop fingering yourself.
  106. >The moment that stall door shut behind you, you slipped your panties down to your ankles, sat your ass on the toilet seat, and jammed two fingers into your dripping honeypot.
  107. >And you started fucking yourself with all the might you could muster.
  108. "God..." you whispered with a squeak. "Stupid, sexy fucking Anon..."
  109. >The way he just licked that juice off his chest... the way he looked at you while doing it.
  110. >He probably didn't even realize what he was doing, just so busy talking to you and cleaning himself he...
  111. >God, and the way he sucked his fingers, lapping up every drop of blueberry.
  112. >That could've been YOUR juice.
  113. >Maybe your nipples?
  114. >Without even thinking, you started sucking on your right nipple, nibbling and caressing the areola between your teeth, never biting down hard, but not being gentle with it.
  115. >By now, your fingers are pumping at three a second.
  116. >If these stalls were ankle height like any other, anybody coming in would not only hear and smell you fucking yourself, they'd probably see your legs shaking and twitching like an epileptic.
  117. >A burst of air escaped your nose as you found your g-spot and began rubbing it aggressively.
  118. >Immediately your sensors went into over drive.
  119. >You slowed down your movements but otherwise didn't let up.
  120. >You started sucking harder on your nipple, while using your hand to twist the other.
  121. >You wonder if Anon would be like this.
  122. >Sucking and twisting your nipples as hard and as fast as he wanted, jamming his cock into you again and again and tickling your g-spot without a care in the world, rubbing your clit raw, biting your neck and kissing you and telling you how much of a slut you are for him and how much he loves that about you and how much he loves you and just keeps fucking you again and again and again and that you're his slut his slut his slut HIS SLUT-
  123. "A-An—"
  124. >You don't even get to finish before you cum.
  125. >You freeze, every muscle in your body stopping at once, the only ones moving in that moment being in your pussy.
  126. >The fingers lodged deep in you were stuck there, your pussy trying to milk it for everything they would've had otherwise.
  127. >The air in your lungs escaped all at once, but you didn't scream aloud.
  128. >You could feel every electron in your brain fire off at once, and your eyes clenched shut.
  129. >It was like being electrocuted, but instead you were having the best goddamn orgasm of your life.
  130. >So far, at least.
  131.  
  132. >Then as quick as it happened, it was over.
  133. >You started coming back down to Earth.
  134. >You sucked in gentle but massive breaths, released your mouth from your nipple, and carefully pulled out your fingers.
  135. >They were both drenched in your fluids.
  136. >You remembered how Anon licked his clean of blueberry juice.
  137. >With that in mind, you licked your own clean of your juices.
  138. >They were sweet and tangy.
  139. >It almost made you horny enough to go another round, but you decided against it.
  140. >Any longer and your friends would get worried.
  141. >Once you caught your breath, you looked down at your pussy.
  142. >Your entire pelvis was nearly drenched, like you wet yourself.
  143. >Luckily, your swimsuit hadn't gotten stained at all, but you couldn't get dressed like this.
  144. >You grabbed several sheets of toilet paper and began to wipe yourself off.
  145. >You were still super sensitive down there, and you were left holding your leg tighter than usual.
  146. >After several wipes—and almost a second orgasm—you were clean enough that nobody would be able to tell you just jilled yourself silly in a bathroom stall.
  147. >You get up slowly from the toilet seat.
  148. >Your legs are shaky as hell both from the session and sitting down on a hard toilet seat, but you're able to stand up after a couple tries.
  149. >Bending down carefully, you grab the panties of your swimsuit and pull them back up, adjusting them so they fit perfectly around you again.
  150. >You exit the stall and look around.
  151. >Not a single soul in sight or in sound, and even if there was someone here, you'd be gone before they came out.
  152. >You walked up to the sink and started washing your hands clean of the evidence, then dried them off with paper towels.
  153. >Throwing the crumpled paper into the trash, you couldn't help but sigh, both from the soreness in your body and the thoughts that were plaguing your mind again.
  154. >Were you getting your hopes up?
  155. >Were you just obsessed over Anon?
  156. >These thoughts bothered you for months and you always pushed them back.
  157. >But the longer you held off on telling him anything, the more likely these thoughts were just going to be facts.
  158. >Someone was gonna take him from you.
  159. >Some other slut.
  160. >No.
  161. >Not going to happen.
  162. >If anybody's going to be Anon's slut, it's going to be you.
  163. >Twilight fucking Sparkle.
  164. >Before tonight, you were going to have Anon in you, on you, and everything in between.
  165. >And who would dare to stop the sexiest nerd in school?
  166. >Not even you.
  167.  
  168. ----------
  169.  
  170. >You're still Twilight.
  171. >With a lighter pep in your step, you leave the restroom area and start making your way down the beach.
  172. >Folks from all walks of life passed you by, from children playing tag to elderly folk enjoying a sun tan.
  173. >There were few clouds in the sky, and the sun was as bright and hot as it ever was for this time of year.
  174. >It was hard to believe in a week, this place would be closed down and the temperature will probably drop by twenty degrees.
  175. >On any other occasion, you could go on and on about the individual weather pattern changes and the arrival of the winter solstice resulting in blanketing the city of Canterlot under a foot of snow under a thirty degree temperature drop...
  176. >But there was a time and place for being a nerd, and now was not that time.
  177. >Even with your goal in mind, you still did want to have fun at the beach.
  178. >You were clueless on how to exactly have Anon to yourself, but the best way to do that was to spend as much time with him as possible.
  179. >And what better way to do that than at the beach?
  180. >Besides, a quick dip in the water will probably clean you better than those cheap Dollar Store paper towels.
  181. >After a couple minutes of walking down the beach side, you once again caught up with Anon, who still sat by his prized sand castle, but his snow cone was long gone.
  182. >Applejack was a ways down, playing what looked like volleyball with the other girls.
  183. >Poor Anon was all by himself, but he didn't seem to mind it.
  184. >Maybe he won't mind some company?
  185.  
  186. >You walked up to Anon, who was quick to notice you approaching, and gave him a friendly wave.
  187. >"Hey Twi!" he called out to you with a smile. "You feeling better?"
  188. "Yep!" you answer with a mix of glee and relief. "I wasn't feeling too good this morning."
  189. >"Bad stomach?"
  190. "Well.. I did have some tacos last night."
  191. >That wasn't a quip.
  192. >Your family always had tacos on Saturdays.
  193. >You always feel betrayed by your own body afterwards.
  194. >Ugh.
  195. >"I know what you mean. It can be a real pain in the ass."
  196. >Oh god, you're laughing again.
  197. >That shouldn't have been as funny as it was.
  198. >You hold your hands in front of your face to prevent Anon from seeing you laugh, but he already saw.
  199. >He only grinned bigger when you started snorting.
  200. >God, how can a smile be so sexy?
  201. >It didn't take long to calm yourself down, planting yourself a couple feet from the sand castle as to not accidentally ruin it.
  202. >When you looked back over to Anon, he was adjusting bits and pieces of the castle, adding a brief block here or some kind of barricade there, just adding general details.
  203. >Now that you really saw it up close, you couldn't help but admire the actual details that were in the damn thing:
  204. >A lowered drawbridge, a rounded tower, a throne area fitted with little sand thrones and seats, and a courtyard with a small pool.
  205. >And that was just a couple of things he added, compared to what he was continuing to add to it at the very moment.
  206. "Wow," the only word you could muster for a moment. "How did you...?"
  207. >"Years of practice," Anon answered. "I've been building sand castles since I was a kid."
  208. "Have you been building this since we got here?"
  209. >"Yep. You should've seen AJ's face when she asked me that earlier."
  210. >Anon chuckled as he added a tiny glob of sand to the front of the castle's gate, looking like what was probably meant to be a bush.
  211. >You were genuinely impressed!
  212.  
  213. >You've seen sand castles in the past made by anywhere from kids to old people.
  214. >None of them have come close to what you were looking at now.
  215. >You let out a happy sigh, which quickly turned to nostalgic melancholy.
  216. "I remember when I used to build sand castles growing up," you began. "My brother and I would always try to compete against each other; whoever couldn't build the biggest or most detailed castle had to buy the winner a biggest ice cream they sold."
  217. >"Really?" Anon asked curiously. "I'm guessing you won a lot then?"
  218. "Enough that I started feeling bad enough that I intentionally lost just so Shining could save his money."
  219. >"Awww."
  220. >You smiled instinctively, watching Anon as he continued to add to his castle.
  221. "Yeah... I haven't built anything in a few years. I guess I just grew out of it, or maybe I thought it was just something only kids do."
  222. >"Then it's a good thing we're still in high school," Anon joked as he filled his bucket with sand.
  223. >Suddenly, he handed an extra bucket out to you.
  224. >"You wanna help?"
  225. "Oh! Really? Well, uh... I haven't exactly done it in a while, so I don't know if I can—"
  226. >"I could teach you if you want," he suggested, still smiling at you. "But you don't have to if you aren't comfortable with it."
  227. >You were hesitant for a second; you didn't wanna accidentally ruin his work should you mess up.
  228. >But at the same time, it'd get pretty awkward if you just sat here doing nothing while he was busy doing something.
  229. >You can't connect with Anon properly if you're not at least collaborating with him.
  230. "Well... I suppose I could—"
  231. >The very next moment, you were bombarded with a tsunami of sand blasting you in the face and in the mouth.
  232. >Immediately, you began spitting it out, your taste buds running rampant with the taste and texture of sand and making you "hiss" in disgust.
  233.  
  234. >You wiped away the sand from your eyes and looked out in front of you.
  235. >To your right, Anon was doing the same, wiping the sand off his own face and out his own mouth.
  236. >To your left, what was once a proud and majestic sand castle was now a crumpled husk of sand.
  237. >Sitting snug in the middle where the courtyard used to be, a lone football took its place.
  238. >As soon as Anon could see, he raised his hands in a stance that said, "Who the fuck?!"
  239. >And rightly so! Who the fuck ruined your man's sand castle?!
  240. >"Caw Caw, mother fucka!"
  241. >Oh no.
  242. >Please no.
  243. >Anybody but HIM...!
  244. >You nervously turned around, and sure enough, your fears were confirmed.
  245. >Buzz Roller, another student from CHS—and an unfortunately familiar face—came walking up behind you.
  246. >He was wearing nothing but blue shorts and a bandana around his forehead.
  247. >It took you a second to notice the thick sunglasses hanging on the bandana.
  248. >Oh yeah, total prime kewl bro.
  249. >Except not at all.
  250. >"Oh hey, Twilight!" he greets you with a grin, not taking long to recognize you at all. "I didn't know you were gonna be here today!"
  251. >Already, you could tell by the tone in his voice that he was lying.
  252. >He was the reason you hardly posted on social media to begin with.
  253. >Now you were already regretting posting about the beach on BuckBook last night.
  254. >"How are you?" he asked you, rearing in to hug you.
  255. >You didn't hug him back, but he held you close for a few seconds before pulling away.
  256. "I'm doing pretty good, Buzz Roller," you answered in a near-monotone voice, but he didn't even seem to be fazed by it.
  257. >But one look at Anon, and already he knew you didn't like this guy.
  258. >But you could tell even he didn't like him either.
  259. >Probably more than just because he destroyed Anon's sand castle.
  260. >"So uh, who's this dude?" Buzz asked, pointing over at Anon.
  261. >'Please no fighting, I'm begging you,' you thought in your head.
  262.  
  263. "Buzz, this is my friend Anon," you answered, giving Anon a smile. "Anon, this is... Buzz Roller, a-a friend."
  264. >Anon seemed to play along, giving Buzz Roller a friendly smile and holding out his hand.
  265. >"Hi," Anon greeted.
  266. >There was a brief moment of tension in the air; you just knew it.
  267. >But Buzz gave him a simple "sup" and bent over to retrieve the football from the ruins of the sand castle.
  268. >You were sure he even intentionally subtly kicked over the remaining standing tower with his foot, but you didn't say anything.
  269. >"My bad bro," Buzz apologized to Anon.
  270. >There wasn't a single hint of remorse in his voice.
  271. >"Maybe I'll see you later?" Buzz suggested to you, giving you a 'subtle' wink. "Maybe we can catch up...?"
  272. >You nodded.
  273. "Uh-huh—"
  274. >Without warning, Buzz gave you a light, yet firm nudge/kick in your butt.
  275. >You let out a brief gasp, and a shiver ran down your back.
  276. >Before you could say anything, Buzz had run off, shouting to his friends that he got the football.
  277. >Anon tried to call him back, but you silently stopped him.
  278. "Just... don't worry about it," you say to him as soon as Buzz was out of earshot.
  279. >"Are you sure?" he asked you worriedly. "He just—"
  280. "It's not the first time he's done it. He just doesn't know better... I guess."
  281. >You didn't know how it could be justified, but you knew it wasn't malicious.
  282. >At least, you don't think it was.
  283. "I'll explain in a bit, if that's okay."
  284. >"Only if you're comfortable with it," Anon replied with a faint smile.
  285. >You gave him a nod, then turned back to the large clump of sand to your left and sighed sadly.
  286. "I'm sorry about your sand castle," you apologized.
  287. >"Eh..." Anon sighed. "It's just sand. In an hour, I'll have something better."
  288. >You pick up the bucket Anon gave to you a minute ago and hold it up.
  289. "Make that 'we'?" you asked him sheepishly.
  290. >He chuckled.
  291. >"Then let's start with lesson one..."
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