> Be Sunset Shimmer, at college
> It's a little lonely, having moved away from your friends
> You still keep in touch, but it's not the same as when you used to hang out together
> Some days, it almost feels like how it was before the other Twilight came through the mirror
> You really ought to make some friends
> For the time being, you are waiting for your next class to start
> In an hour and a half
> You set your backpack by a wall in the hallway, and roll your shoulders to work out some of the stiffness
> It's a little late in the morning, but you still are surprised at how few people are around
> You walk to the drinking fountain, oddly conscious of every sound you make in the empty hallway
> You pass by the stairwell, glancing at it
> You stop
> There's a guy there, sleeping on his back
> It's nothing you haven't seen before, students nap everywhere at college
> But he is kinda cute, so you get closer
> He's wearing a plain blue t-shirt, and black shor-
> You can't look away
> He must be having a very nice dream, considering that tent
> You involuntarily draw closer, heart beating faster
> You sit down next to him, staring at his cloth obscured erection
> You absently rub your thighs together, half-formed images flitting through your mind's eye
> You swallow, wondering if you are backsliding again
> You quickly look around, making sure no one is here
> You lift the leg of his shorts gently, peeking at what lies below
> He isn't wearing a ball-bra
> You are instantly wet
> You let go immediately, checking the surroundings once again
> You are a bad mare for this
> You lift your shirt and bra, letting them sit atop the slope of your chest
> You start massaging your tits, staring at his erection as it pushes against the fabric of his shorts
> Soon, the heat in your pussy is impossible to ignore, and you slip a hand under your panties to deal with it
> You don't know how long you sat there, pinching your nipple and fingering yourself right in front of the defenseless guy
> Miraculously, he doesn't even stir even as the wet schlicking noises become noticable
> Your heart is beating like crazy, and you can feel how close you are
> But it's not enough
> You remove your trembling hand from your breast, reaching out
> You are a bad mare
> You are definitely going to go to jail for this
> You gently touch his erection, its lewd warmth unmistakable through the cloth
> He doesn't stir
> Growing braver, you trace a finger along the length of his cock, fingering yourself more vigorously
> Still nothing from him
> You lick your lips
> You wrap your fingers around his length, marveling at the sensation
> Your hips begin to buck, as the guy shows no sign of waking up
> You give his cloth bound dick a pump
> Still nothing
> At this point, your mind is hazy with pleasure and adrenaline
> Your panties are spattered with your juices
> You can't stop masturbating
> Heart in your throat, you slip your hand beneath the band of his shorts
> His dick is feverishly warm in your grip, and velvet soft, yet firm
> You begin stroking it, even as you feel something building inside you
> You don't know if you could stop, even if he woke up
> Your fingers plunge into your pussy in time with your hand pumping his cock
> You bite your lip, whimpering as the pleasure intensifies
> At last, orgasm sweeps through your mind, filling it with pleasure
> You crush your hand between your thighs as you ride it out
> You let go of his dick, and fall back, trembling at the experience
> You are a bad, bad mare
> But by Celestia, that was hot
> "Hey."
> Your blood runs cold
> You sit back up in a flash, frantically tugging your shirt down 
> The guy is reclining, propped up on his elbows
> You choke, unable to speak
> You are so going to jail
> "Could you finish the handjob? It was just getting good."
> You stare at him
"You're not mad?"
> He raises an eyebrow
> "No, but I will be if you leave me with blueballs. Actually, could you give me a blowjob instead? That way, we don't have to deal with the mess."
> Thank Celestia, he's a lewd stallion
> You nod silently, unsure of what to say
> He smirks at you for a moment, but then your attention is seized by a soft rustling
> You look down at his stallionhood and swallow
> You can do this, Sunset
> Reading all that erotica is above to pay off
> You lie down between his legs
> The dick fills your vision, its musk inescapable
> You lower your head, gently licking the tip, pushing it slightly past your lips
> He hums sensually and musses your hair with a hand
> You smile around his cock, and plunge it ever deeper into your mouth
> It's a strange flavor, but you savor it all the same
> Your hands rub his bare thighs, warming and exulting in his pliant skin
> In the meantime, his manhood thrusts and rubs against the slippery wall of your cheek
> He has both hands on your head now, fingers digging through your hair and pressing you gently, but firmly downward
> You feel amazing, gazing in wonder at how the man is writhing and moaning under your ministrations
> You bring a hand low, cradling his bare balls
> His hips begin to buck, his dick pounding against the back of your mouth
> You start to panic
> You haven't gotten rid of your gag relfex yet!
> You angle your mouth with each thrust, letting his firm length careen wildly but never past the back of your throat
> His fingers gnarl and twist in your hair, forcing your head downward with each thrust
> The small tugging sensation is slightly painful, but you ignore it as the guy's breathing becomes shallow  
> "F-Fuck!"
> At last, he thrusts into your mouth and holds you there
> Warm, sticky satisfaction fills your mouth, and you lap it up eagerly
> He falls back in exhaustion, chest heaving
> You suck the last of his cum out of his cock, and slowly raise yourself
> You can't help but stare at the man, a dazed smile on his face
> You did this
> You actually pleased a guy on your first time!
> Buck Celestia and her "With great power comes great chastity"
> The guy sits up and gives you a sultry look
> "That was pretty good, girl. What's your name?"
> You lick your lips
"Sunset Shimmer. And you?"
> He smiles, and pulls a card from his wallet
> "Anonymous. If you ever want to have some fun, give me a call."
> With that, he stands up, hands you his card, and sashays down the hall
> You stare at that butt until it disappears, not believing your luck
> You look down at the handwritten phone number and address on the card, and smile
> The girls will never believe you
> And you made a friend!