Drowning Lessons - Ep. 5: Not Okay...


                                            >The ocean waves splash up against the beach as gulls call from the swift air currents above.

                                            >Though the sun is strong, you are protected from its rays in the shade of a large umbrella.

                                            >You lay on a large green blanket under the sun, wearing sunglasses and sporting a line of sunscreen on your snout to protect your sensitive muzzle from being burned.

                                            >Coco Pommel lays next to you on her back in the sun.

                                            >It was her idea to come to the beach.

                                            >Even though you hate the sun, its horrid glare is tolerable because-

                                            >"Hey girls, the water is a bit cold, but you can get used to it real fast."

                                            >Anon comes jogging up the beach.

                                            >He's wearing only a pair of black trunks and a pair of sunglasses.

                                            >You let the popsicle you're sucking slide out of your mouth and lower your shades to openly ogle him.

                                            >From taking a dip in the ocean, water drips down his skin from his shoulders down.

                                            >Your eyes move down from his chest to his belly, to the bulge outlined by his wet shorts...

                                            >He takes a seat on the blanket next to you and sighs.

                                            >Just as you're about to ask if he would like some more sunscreen rubbed on, Coco speaks up.

                                            >"Hey Anon?"

                                            >Both of you look over at her.

                                            >Coco is now wearing a one-piece swimsuit.

                                            >A tight one-piece swimsuit.

                                            >It hugs all of her just-plump-enough curves in all the right places.

                                            >She twists a little on her back and holds her hooves tucked innocently, "What do you think, Anon?"

                                            >What is happening?

                                            >Deep down, your blood begins to boil as Anon openly eye-fucks your friend.

                                            >"That looks really good on you, Coco. You should stand up and show us the back side."

                                            >Coco gets up, standing on two hooves and pulling her tail aside to show off her plump rear.

                                            >The swimsuit is digging into her soft cheeks, threatening to snap and release all the flank it contains.

                                            >Coco looks back at Anon, her cheeks pink and expression that of a timid filly.

                                            >Your teeth are grinding together.

                                            >Is she really seducing Anonymous in front of you?

                                            >She knows how you feel about him.

                                            >Anon nods in approval, "You could be a model, Coco. You are way too sexy not to be."

                                            >Coco giggles and sits down in Anon's lap.

                                            >You are too stunned to react now.

                                            >They're not even trying to be discreet.

                                            >It's like they totally forgot you are here.

                                            >Anon looks uncomfortable with all that flank on his damp crotch.

                                            >Coco looks up, "Anon, I noticed you didn't put sunblock on your back. It would be ever so dreadful if you were to get a burn..."

                                            >Anon nods, a pleased look on his face.

                                            >You can see that Coco is moving her hips in slow circles.

                                            >"Mind if I apply some for you?"

                                            >You could stop this.

                                            >You could push Coco off of him right now and call her a slut.

                                            >But that might make Anon hate you.

                                            >After all, Coco is the prettier mare.

                                            >She has a better body.

                                            >Better looks.

                                            >A better mane.

                                            >"Miss Eri, could you give me the sunblock so I can lather Anon?"

                                            >You gaze dumbfounded at her extended hoof.

                                            >She giggles and gets up off Anon, who quickly lays down on his stomach.

                                            >"I'll just get it myself," Coco picks up the bottle of sunblock from beside you.

                                            "What are you doing?"

                                            >Your friend straddles Anon, sitting on his butt and squirting some lotion onto his back, "Taking care of Anon, silly."

                                            >Coco begins to rub the sunblock into Anon's skin while grinding her crotch slowly against his rear.

                                            >Anon moans a little against the blanket, "Coco... That feels so good... You're making me melt..."

                                            >As she works rubbing Anon's tan skin, Coco stares into your eyes, smirking down upon you, "I know it does. I know how to make a human feel good. Every good mare knows how to make a human-"

                                            >She leans down and whispers into Anon's ear, one hoof reaching under his groin and massaging, "Cum~."

                                            >Anon moans and thrusts his hips back up off the ground.

                                            >"Oh Coco! I'm c-c-CUM-"


                                            "I'M CUMMING!"

                                            >You sit up in the bed, your body locking up as an intense orgasm roars through you.

                                            >Struggling to stiffle your moan, you fall back onto the bed and shiver while fluids squirt out around your hoof and stain Coco's sheets.

                                            >In the dark of your friend's room, you lie and pant as shiver-inducing remnants of your wet dream make their way through you.

                                            >Only now do you realize that you were dreaming.

                                            >Your anger and confusion begin to ebb away.

                                            >"Mmm- Eri?"

                                            >Coco Pommel sits up from the cot beside her bed.

                                            >Only now do you realize that you had awoken from your dream, screaming that you were 'cumming'.

                                            >Panic and embarrassment overtakes you.

                                            >You just had a wet dream and soaked Coco Pommel's sheets in your fluids...

                                            >She's going to be disgusted.

                                            >This will ruin your friendship.

                                            >"Miss Eri, is everything okay?"

                                            >Coco's hoof touches your neck gently from behind, making you tense up.

                                            >"Did you have a bad dream?"

                                            >You try to cover the wet spot under the blankets and curl into a ball.

                                            "Yeah! I'm sorry, it was just a bad dream!"

                                            >Why did she have to insist you take her bed and she sleep on the cot?

                                            >How do you explain the spot that will no doubt be a large stain on her sheets in the morning?

                                            >Your thoughts are interrupted by Coco's legs wrapping around you from behind.

                                            >Her body presses close to yours and she speaks softly near your ear, "You're shivering. Are you okay, Miss Eri?"

                                            >You feel like a stone.

                                            "Er, I... I just had a bad dream. I'm fine."

                                            >For a while, you just lay there, being little spoon to Coco's big spoon.

                                            >"Was it about Trixie? Your dream?"

                                            >The image of Trixie comes to your mind.

                                            >For a while, you had forgotten about drowning lessons.

                                            >Forgotten about school.

                                            >You will have to go back on Monday.

                                            >The meeting with Anonymous had almost erased that painful thought.

                                            >Anon...

                                            >Instead of the happy fairy tale fantasies and wet dreams you were having, your relationship with the human will most likely play out as such.

                                            >A fantasy.

                                            >Why would anything in this reality change?

                                            >The only thing that ever stayed consistent was drowning in a toilet.

                                            >Misery.

                                            >The only constant in your life is misery and sorrow.

                                            >Crippling loneliness and suicidal thoughts that never play out are your legacy in this existence.

                                            >Tears begin to slide down your cheeks.

                                            >You squeeze the pillow close to your face.

                                            "I'm not... I'm not okay... I can't do this anymore."

                                            >Coco's hoof rubs your mane, her other hoof going around to squeeze your middle closer to her.

                                            >She shushes into your ear, "Shh shh, Miss Eri... It's okay. You're not alone anymore. Things are going to change. I am going to help you."

                                            >You feel yourself loosen up a bit, your body enjoying the feeling of being touched.

                                            >A body that craved affection of any sort.

                                            "C-Coco, I'm s-sorry..."

                                            >Now there is snot and tears running down your face.

                                            >You're a mess.

                                            >But Coco kisses the side of your head and pulls on you.

                                            >You turn around and she pulls up your chin so that you are face to face.

                                            >Her eyes gaze into yours intensly.

                                            >"Please don't cry, Eri. I am ever so happy when you smile. Won't you smile for me?"

                                            >She wipes some tears from your cheek and you sniffle.

                                            >With some difficulty, you crack a weak smile.

                                            >Coco's pretty face returns a genuine grin, "That's such a wonderful smile, Miss Eri."

                                            >She leans forward and quickly pecks your cheek.

                                            >Normally, you would flinch away from such contact (especially from another mare), but it sort of feels nice.

                                            >Coco looks at you, an almost quizzical look on her face.

                                            >She slowly moves forward again, kissing your cheek once more.

                                            >This time is different.

                                            >The single kiss turns into several small pecks moving down your cheek to your neck.

                                            >Coco moves slowly, as though testing when you will push her away.

                                            >You could stop her-

                                            >But you don't.

                                            >Your hoof moves to the back of her head, pressing into her mane.

                                            >This is all the signal Coco needs to gain her confidence.

                                            >She rolls you over and moves with you, now straddling you with her mouth still sucking and kissing your neck.

                                            >This is strange.

                                            >Yet, it's the most comforting experience you have ever felt.

                                            >It's wrong.

                                            >It's right.

                                            >You moan beside Coco's head, her mouth still splaying affection across your sensitive neck.

                                            >A warm tingling sensation spreads down your legs to your hooves.

                                            >Coco stops kissing and brings her head up, looking down at you tenderly.

                                            >"Miss Eri... I've wanted to do this for a long while. Ever since we first met. I have always wanted to kiss your neck..."

                                            >She moves a hoof to your chest and rubs in gentle circles through your coat.

                                            >"I am a little embarrassed to say, to t-tell you that I have touched myself in a sinful manner to thoughts of... Right here. In this bed."

                                            >She bends down once again.

                                            >Your lips meet.

                                            >A surge of panic shoots through you.

                                            >This is wrong.

                                            >Coco's soft lips press against yours and she tilts her head, moaning softly against you.

                                            >You can feel her warm groin pressing down on you.

                                            >Both of you are clearly aroused now, from the heat and moisture you feel.

                                            >She pulls back.

                                            >"You're the first pony I have told. The first one to know that..."

                                            >Coco reaches back with a hoof.

                                            >You feel her touch between your legs.

                                            >Gasping and squeaking like a mouse, your hips buck up and you squeeze the sheets.

                                            >Coco smiles in adoration at your noises and begins to stroke you in a way you could have never imagined.

                                            >"The first one to know that I am ever so interested in the bodies of mares..."

                                            >Like all things before, the good feeling does not last.

                                            >Quickly, your thoughts of hope and safety turn sour.

                                            >You're in a bathroom stall while girls laugh outside.

                                            >There's rancid smelling water sliding down your throat.

                                            >You're on a beach while Coco and Anon explore each other's bodies...

                                            >Coco stops kissing your neck.

                                            >She pulls back and looks down at you sadly.

                                            >"Miss Eri, Is this weird?"

                                            >You look at the ceiling.

                                            "Thank you Coco. I know you only want to help... But I'm not-"

                                            >She gets off of you, rolling over onto the bed.

                                            "I'm sorry..."

                                            >She smiles, but it looks sad.

                                            >"Please don't apologize. I shouldn't have... I shouldn't have taken advantage of you. I knew deep down that you weren't interested in that. But, I was hoping I could make you feel better..."

                                            >She gets back onto the cot with a sigh, "Let's just pretend this never happened?"

                                            >An awkward silence fills the darkness.

                                            >You lay staring at the ceiling for a while.

                                            >Eventually, you can hear the steady breathing of Coco sleeping.

                                            >As silently as possible, you slip out of bed.

                                            >Out of the room-

                                            >Into the spare room down the hall.

                                            >From your saddle bag, you grab what you need.

                                            >The best place to do it is the bathroom.

                                            >It's always the bathroom.

                                            >Locking yourself inside, you collapse on the floor immediately.

                                            >If you look in the mirror, it will only be worse.

                                            >Tears come again.

                                            >While Coco sleeps in the next room, you begin to open up small cuts along your leg with a knife.

                                            "Why is this happening? Why is this happening to me?"

                                            >You hold up your leg and watch some blood drip like a stream down to the floor.

                                            "I don't want to go back..."

                                            >Every cut you make a little deeper, trying to get closer to where the pain lies.

                                            "I want to die. Let me die..."


                                            ~~~


                                            >A group of fillies run past you shouting and laughing, excited to see all their friends at a new day of school.

                                            >You walk with your usual scarf and headphones.

                                            >It's Monday again.

                                            >After that strange night with Coco, you left the next morning.

                                            >The words exchanged between you two were few and what happened the night before was not brought up.

                                            >Things were awkward.

                                            >So awkward, you left early for school today, hoping to avoid her for the time being.

                                            >Anon would probably wonder where you were...

                                            >It's probably for the best that you avoid him as well though.

                                            >If you get your hopes up about a possible relationship between the two of you that will never happen, it will only be that much worse when he finds another pony.

                                            >A better pony.

                                            >Once you get to school, you immediately go to your first class.

                                            >Being the only one there and still about fifteen minutes early, you lay your head on the desk and try to sleep.

                                            >Thoughts of the weekend keep running through your mind.

                                            >Coco probably hated you now.

                                            >Why couldn't you have just went along with it?

                                            >A little experimentation never hurt...

                                            >It's not like you were getting any attention anywhere else.

                                            >And she was only trying to make you feel better.

                                            >"Hey Eri. How was your weekend?"

                                            >A surge of fear shoots through you.

                                            >You look up and see Trixie, Vinyl and Flitter standing around your desk.

                                            >You look around the room, realizing the teacher is at her desk.

                                            >Trixie rolls her eyes, "Relax. We're not here for drowning lessons."

                                            >You eye them suspiciously.

                                            "Then what ARE you here for? This isn't your class."

                                            >"We're here to invite you to a party," Vinyl says, as though talking to a friend.

                                            "A party? Me?"

                                            >Now Flitter rolls her eyes, "Yes, dummy. I'm having a party at my house on Friday and ALL the girls agreed you should TOTALLY come."

                                            >Her voice is dripping with sarcasm.

                                            "No thank you, I have-"

                                            >Trixie moves toward you menacingly, "Oh, you're going to come. Everypony is going to be there. Even Anonymous."

                                            >She smirks when she says his name.

                                            >She knows!

                                            >You exhale shakily.

                                            "I don't want to. Please, I don't want to go..."

                                            >Flitter laughs and grabs your front leg hard, while Trixie and Vinyl block the view of her twisting your limb from the teacher.

                                            >Your eyes tear from the pain.

                                            >She's squeezing right on the bandage covering your cuts.

                                            >"You will come. Or we can move to level two of drowning lessons."

                                            "Okay! Okay! Fine!"

                                            >She throws down your leg, "I knew you'd come around."

                                            >The three leave as you nurse your aching limb.

                                            >Trixie calls back as she walks out of the class room.

                                            >"Sit at our table for lunch today. We'll introduce you to your date for the party."

                                            >The hallway is filled with their spiteful laughter as they leave.


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