Sour Sweet Blackmail by ThrowAway

https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/37161575/#q37288085
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Prompt: >why so smug?
Not wearing any panties.

>Woke up, got dressed for school
>Feeling naughty, daring today
>Takes the risk; goes commando under her skirt
>Goes downstairs, eats breakfast; no panties
>Excapes the house without Mom noticing
>First major danger cleared

>Walks to the bus stop
>Sudden gust of wind almost exposes her
>Nobody noticed...whew
>Excited and nervous about being caught
>Pussy getting damp
>Rides the bus to school, no panties
>Sees her friends, almost forgets she's naked down there
>Sits down carelessly in Science class
>Sits on her butt instead of her skirt
>Usually has panties on...not this time
>Gives a little yelp as cold metal seat touches sensitive young labia lips
>Sweeps her skirt under her butt before anybody notices
>Getting caught would be ultimate doom
>Cinch will paddle her for lewdness; send a letter home to Mom & Dad
>nope nope nope, do not want
>The danger makes it more exciting
>Her vagin is dripping by now

>School is over
>Feeling smug, has not been caught all day
>Risks going to the mall with friends
>Mall > homework
>Anon works there at his loser job
>Gonna go fuck with him a little
>Maybe Anon will notice she's not wearing any panties.....?

>be anon
>be working loser job
>nothing like selling reheated frozen pretzels and extremely sugary lemonade at the mall
>but hey at least its a indoor job
>shit’s heating up outside
>for the most part business is picking up as more and more people go into the mall
>as you hand over the lastest guy the salty bread twists you notice something
>Oh fuck you recognize those haircolors all bunched up
>its sour and her group of cunts
>well except lemon you guess cause shes always distracted by her music
>well its not like they’ll come here, surely they are ‘above’ shitty vendor food
>however as they get closer you soon realize that they are in fact heading straight towards you
>inwardly you hope someone will come to order food but unfortunately no savior comes
>as you look at sour’s face you notice how fucking pleased she is with herself
>like the cat that caught the canary and subsequently tortured it to death
>”Well well well if it isn’t anon”
>you already feel the headache coming
“Are you really going to do this here too? I need to focus on my job.”
>her vicious side soon comes out
>”This job really suits someone like you doesn’t it girls,” her grin malicious as she turns to them
>”It really does,” agrees sunny flare
>”You should consider smiling more so you don’t lose the only job you’ll get,” interjects sugarcoat in her voice that just embodies the very essence of speaking like a cunt
>”jeez people really eat this garbage?”
>indigo zap is more concerned with the food this place sells then you fortunately
>meanwhile lemon is just bobbing her head to whatever music she’s listening to
>however as you try to avoid focusing on them you notice someone coming up on them
>at first you thought it might be a customer but then you notice them more clearly
>its that little creep with the camera
>you don’t know who he is but you remember seeing this guy and his buck teeth
>He’s always sneaking around trying to take pictures of girls
>you are pretty sure he is banned from the mall but it doesn’t seem to stop him
>meanwhile the cunt squad is too distracted mocking you to notice him
>normally you would warn any of your customers if this creep is around but you’ll make an exception for this time around
>”why are you looking away? are you going to cry?” this time she talks in that falsely sweet voice
“can’t you just go away,” you make sure to say with false upset
>you can’t let them notice the creep about to take the easiest upskirt photos of his life
>meanwhile sour’s face becomes downright evil thinking she’s got to you
>”now wheres the fun in that. Things just aren’t the same without Sparkle around. You should be grateful you have the attention of the most beautiful girls in crystal prep worm!”
>goddamn crazy bitch
>meanwhile from the corner of your eye you see the creep walk away, no doubt his goals already secured on his camera
“just go away already...”
>she only gets up closer and grabs your cheek with mild roughness
>”hmm I guess we can leave widdle anon alone,” she says squishing your cheek
>you are really tempted to smack her but you know that will only lead to worse things
>this bitch has connections at that school and you only got accepted on a technicality 
>so you stay quiet and she lets go of you
>”Alright girls lets go! it was really nice seeing you anon!” 
>she walks away, her sycophants trailing her
>although she gives you one last look as she walks away
>it seems expectant 
>but then she faces forward and soon they are out of sight
>hopefully that creep shares those images with other creeps
>they might never know but the idea that their images might be shared and used makes you feel better
>like you got them back in a way
>anyways back to the job as an actual customer comes up
>some time passes as you sell more and more junk food
>then you see that creep coming up
>shit what the hell does he want
>you really hope he doesn’t think your friends just because you didn’t call him out
>he approaches the front
>”hey thanks for the help with those photos”
“I only did it because I hate those bitches,” you say to defend yourself
>the little shit only smirks at that
>”sure sure. Well I’m sure you’ll like to look at this”
>he shows you the images of each shadowbolt
>you gotta admit he knows what he's doing, he even managed to angle it so it catches their face, at least enough to recognize it
>then he gets to sour sweet
“no fucking way”
>he only grins wider
>”way”
>there in the image is a upskirt of sour sweet, a panty-less sour sweet
>”so since you helped me out, do you want a copy of these? Or are you still not interested?”
>you only grin
>you can use this against that bitch
“I just want Sour Sweet’s.”
>”Don’t know which one is named that but I can guess who that is”
>pulling out your phone you give him your number
>He quickly sends you the tool to sour’s downfall
>”pleasure doing business withcha”
“yeah yeah”, you say distractedly as you imagine all the blackmail you can get done with this
>you can’t believe that bitch was fucking with you without even wearing panties
>what a freak
>That’s kinda hot
>You’ll make her regret fucking with you
>And you are gonna enjoy every second of it
>”hey can I get a pretzel?”
>oh right your job
>job first then revenge
“right away ma’m”
>to say you were eager to get off work would be the greatest understatement of all time
>not just because the job is boring but also because you are very eager to get started
>as soon as the next wage slave come by, some girl you never bothered to get the name of, you immediately clock out
>luckily your ‘uniform’ consists of a company shirt, khakis, and a paper hat so you don’t have to worry about changing or anything like that and just grab your backpack and walk out
>You just head straight to the closest photo printing service hosted in the mall
>thanks to technology you can have multiple copies of the comprising photo printed in moments
>it also takes a chunk out of your savings since instant printing comes at a hefty price but you can deal with it
>the look on that bitch’s face as she sees what you have on her will be absolutely priceless
>as the photos print you start thinking of what you will make Sour Cunt do
>first thing you’ll have her do is reimburse you for the photos
>then more
>but it will be gradual 
>the fact that she actually went around commando is telling
>shes a secret pervert as well as a mentally unstable bitch
>no way she just happened to forget to wear panties all day
>especially at the mall
>and sure they tell you not to stick your dick in crazy and all that
>but you also like to live dangerous
>ok thats a lie but fuck it you hate this bitch, and the idea of making her YOUR bitch turns you on like nothing else ever has
>A beeping noise quickly alerts you to your photos being done, all stored automatically in a envelope
>5 physical copies of the image should be enough
>one for blackmail purposes, one for personal ‘research’, and 3 back-ups
>you’ll also make sure to keep multiple digital sources, just in case
>can’t be too careful
>god you never thought the mall creep would be your savior in the end
>the world works in mysterious ways
>quickly you store your incriminating evidence in your bag and leave, ready to get home as you head to the parking lot
>you own a shitty beat up car, another reason for the shits at crystal prep to mock you, but hey it gets the job done
>starting up the clunker you make the drive home
>getting there you get out the car and head on over to the front door
>unlocking the door you turn on the lights and throw your bag on the floor
>home sweet home
>your mom and dad are probably still working
>they put a lot of effort to keep you going to crystal prep, since that expensive as shit school still comes with a ton of fees
>its part of the reason why you work that lame mall job and why you haven’t just gave up with the cunt crew consistently conniving against you
>but your fortune is gonna change
>the your stomach rumbles
>yep time to microwave the leftovers
>the rest of day passes by easily as you eat, do your homework, and watch TV until its late
>You make sure to use your computer to store copies of your precious photo
>not just on your hard drive, but also on a flash drive and in a e-mail sent to yourself
>done with all that you prepare for bed
>your parents still aren’t back but they are probably enjoying a dinner or something
>you learned well enough to not get involved in their private lives
>never again
>anyways you drop yourself on your bed as you wind down, the days fatigue weighing on your consciousness
>your last thoughts of sour’s shamelessness as you drift to sleep

>Dawn of the first day
>your alarm wakes you up with its obnoxious bleeping
>you hate it but it gets the job done as you force yourself up
>time to get ready for today, today is going to be a special day
>first things first you get all your bathroom business done
>not like you need to explain the sordid details of what happens in a bathroom
>finally you make sure you have everything you need in your backpack, photo included
>then you head down, your mother already cooking up breakfast if the delicious smell is any indication 
”Hey ma what’s for breakfast?”
>”The usual hun,” she replies without turning away,”take a seat it’ll be ready in a jiff.”
>you do as your told, your stomach eager to be filled with tasty breakfast foods
>your dad no doubt already left for work
>soon enough a plate of ‘the usual’ is placed in front of you
>you easily devour it, and thank your mom for the meal
>”no problem hun, just keep doing your best in school”
>oh you’ll be doing your best all right
“I have to go ma, schools about to start.”
>she grabs you in her patented mom hug, a inescapable prison
>”have a good day at school”
“y-you too”
>she giggles at that as she releases you
>you make a hasty exit to your car
>you always were a bit of a momma’s boy
>You drive off to school, or at least near it
>you don’t park at the school for obvious reasons
>you really don’t need to make your car a target
>after you are done parking your car you make the rest of the way on foot, your thoughts on the image in your bag
>you are definitely playing with fire, but damn it you have to do this
>take her down a peg, or ten
>as you approach the front of the school you spot your target chatting to some girl
>although by the looks of it she’s intimidating her
>you really should learn the names of these people
>none of her lackeys are around however so you walk up to her confidently
>”So make sure you bring it, or else! capiche?”
>”y-yes sweet.”
>”good girl,” she says pinching her cheek like she did to you
“hey sour,” you cut in
>as she faces you shes surprised for a moment, before it defaults into her usual self-assured face
>”well well well. If I di-“
“yeah yeah yeah shut the fuck up.”
>”excu-“
“you heard me bitch.”
>the scared girl from before gasps
>Sours face goes ugly as she growls
>a actual fucking growl
>”Anon~ You better apologize before I do something that’ll make you regret ever being born!”
>Now normally you’d feel pretty intimidated by her threats
>But newfound confidence fills you, knowing what you have on her
>so you get up close and personal with her
>with your biggest shit-eating grin you tell you
“I know exactly what you did yesterday.”
>For a small moment panic shows on her face, but just a moment
>”I have no idea what you talking about, but you better make with the apology, and soon!”
>You just keep smirking
“OK, but tell me first, are you still going commando?”
>now you got her, as you see a emotion you rarely see on her face
>dread
>”y-you don’t have any proof!”
“Oh but I do. Now if I were you, I’d come to room 302, during lunch. And I really recommend coming alone unless you want your friends to find out. Then we can... make an agreement. And don’t get any funny ideas, or else the whole school will know.”
>this time you reach for her face, and give her cheek a harsh pinch
“capiche?”
>oh the look on her face is everything you ever imagined and more
>you let go of her
“now go. I’ll see you soon enough.”
>That crazed anger crosses her face but she relents and walks away
>”Woah.”
>oh right the girl
“hey uh...”
>”Coco. Coco Pommel...”
“right right. don’t tell anyone about this yeah? After all I’m sure you want to see her be taken down a bit too right?”
>she nods
“Great. I’ll get her to leave you alone too. So don’t worry about whatever she told you K?”
>”OK”
>jeez shes quiet
“Great, then I’ll be going then.”
>you walk away from that awkward encounter
>You doubt she’ll talk with how quiet she is anyways
>might as well make your way to class

meanwhile...
>Be sour sweet
>Top dog at Crystal Prep
>And completely fucked
>It was only a day, a single day of naughty excitement
>you didn’t think that fucking loser would actually catch you
>When the heck did he ever get the chance!
>how could it had gone so wrong!
>The worst part is you doubt he’s bluffing
>He acts too confident, so different from that poor loser you and the girls fuck around with
>maybe you could stab him!
>no thats even worse, no way you’ll get away with murder
>Guess you’ll just have to see what he wants

>back to being anon
>got through your classes, now its time for the grand reveal
>you head over to room 302
>its always unlocked during lunch, and you usually eat here alone
>better then the pricks here asking you why your eating packed lunches instead of the overpriced trash they sell here
>jeez your lonely
>Well whatever, you pull out your packed lunch and start eating
>Sourcunt should get here soon enough
>first thing you’ll tell her to do is to back off you and that Coco girl
>Then more
>Your not sure how far you should push her
>but she did go around without panties a whole day
>maybe you can have her do pervy stuff for you
>After all you doubt she’d want her reputation ruined
>The door finally opens
>Showtime
“Well well well, look who decided to show up,” you say mockingly
>”Show me the evidence first before you start talking creep,” she commands with a scowl
“jeez someones fiesty.”
>you pull out the photo from your pack and bring it to her
>however before she could snatch it out of your hand you pull back
“Don’t get any dumb ideas like ripping it up, I have plenty of backups.”
>She glares harder as you tell her that
“Anyways here ya go.”
>she still snatches it outta your hand before taking a look at it
>Her face goes from that bitch face to shocked in a moment
“Pretty good shit huh. Theres no way anyone who sees this won’t know its you. Also nice ass, I’ll admit that.”
>”You fucking creep how the hell did you get this.”
“Like I’m telling you that. Anyways you seem to not understand the situation you currently are in, so I’ll remind you, I’m the one who’s got you by the balls. So it would be in your best interest to watch your fat mouth. But thats just a suggestion.”
>Once again her face becomes shocked, but it quickly turns back to that haughty face you hate so much
>”If you do share this I’ll just tell everyone it was you! Then you’ll get in trouble too!”
>you only smirk
“With what proof? It’ll be your word against mine. And even if you do manage to convince them, you’ll take a worse hit then me. I’m just a normal kid, it’ll suck to miss out on crystal prep’s ‘prestigious’ upbringing,” you say with sarcasm,” but I’ll live.”
>then you point at her face, poking her cheek
“You however will suffer much, much worse. What will happen to your reputation? Your parent’s reputation? All that respect will go down the drain once everyone finds out you enjoy going out without panties, if your moistened cunt is any hint. You might not get expelled but you’ll always be THAT girl.”
>”I didn’t mean to! I just forgot that day!”
“Really? and you forgot all the way to the mall? all the way to my job? Be honest with yourself, you enjoyed it didn’t you?”
>”It was just one day...,” she says with a tone you never heard from her.
>genuine sadness
>It only makes you grin the widest grin you ever had
“Really? that’s fucking hilarious. I really lucked out that day huh?”
>once again her second face pops out
>“What the fucks your problem?!”
>now you’re pissed
“What the fuck is my problem you say? You are my fucking problem, you and every other pompous shitbag here with their heads stuck up their own ass. As if it isn’t bad enough being constantly reminded that I wasn’t given every single thing on a silver platter, I had to deal with you and your lackeys constantly bothering me. Not just here but even at my fucking job. Day in and day out!”
>For a moment you see guilt in her eyes, but it dissapears as her ‘sweet’ face comes out
>”Oh you poor thing. I’m so so sorry that you had to suffer soooo much. Buuuuuuuut,” she extends, her sour face coming out,” like sugarcoat always say, If you weren’t such a pushover maybe people would respect you more.”
>She looks at you with that goddamn face
>but you’re not mad, the opposite really as you start laughing in her face
>She looks at you like you’re crazy, but that only makes it funnier
“I can’t believe you can still talk like that, you really are too much. Thank you Sour Sweet.”
>Shes still confused
“If you had shown a little remorse, maybe I would had felt bad for what I was going to do to you, but now I can live guilt free, knowing that you are rotten to the core.”
>you grin madly
“And ooh the fun we are gonna have, why I might even have you eat a bowl of eggs, just to see it happen.
>that gets her speechless
“Yeah dunno where that came from. But we’ll start small. First things first, you’ll leave me alone. You will also make sure your friends leave me alone too.”
>are you forgetting something?
>oh right
“Also whatever it is you were making Coco do you for, forget about it. I already told her to not worry about it.”
>”Why y-“
“shhhhhhhhh,” you say putting your finger to her lips
“Shush. You are not to talk anymore ok sweetie?”
>she gets mad at that, she always hated being called sweetie from what you heard
“Now then, to make a little check.”
>you squat down and pull her skirt up
“Huh, decided to wear panties today huh. Cute teddy bears print by the way.”
>looking up you see her blushing
>”w-“
“hey did you forget what I told you already? shut the hell up.”
>oh you love that contemptuous look on her face
“Anyways I’ll be taking these, not like you need em anyways right? You did so well yesterday.”
>looking at her face she’s blushing hard, but at least she learned to keep quiet
>slowly you pull them down to her ankles, revealing her sour sweet cunt
>hehe
>You look her in the eyes
“Nice cunt.”
>oh she’s seething
“lift your left leg.”
>obediently she does so and you pull her panties off it
“Now the other”
>again she obeys and you take your prizs
>getting up you show her your newest acquisition
“I’ll be keeping this. Also don’t bother wearing anymore, I’ll be checking daily.”
>again a hateful glare is sent your way but she nods
“Good girl. You know you are much more nicer when you keep your mouth shut. You should consider keeping it shut from now on.”
>god this is so much more better then you imagined
“Anyways thats it for today I think. I’ll bring some stuff for next time. And remember, don’t bother me or Coco. Make sure your friends don't either or there will be... consequences,” you say with dramatic flourish as you grab her pretty face and move it closer to your own
”Understand?”
>oh yeah right, no speaking
>”you may speak to answer my questions.”
>”mhmm”
“Great!,” you exclaim as you let go of her face,” Oh and don’t worry about these.”
>you wave the panties in her face
“I’ll be taking great care of them, if you know what I mean. Tata,” you say giving a lazy wave
>you get one last look at her flabbergasted face, whether it was red with embarrassment or anger you don’t know and you don’t really care as you close the door behind you
>then you stop, the catharsis of getting to her like that washing over you
>Is this what those neckbeards mean when they talk about feeling euphoric?
>You stuff the goods in your pocket and start walking away, basking in your feelings
>And theres so much more you can have her do, so much more
>just the thought of it makes you want to go back in there and get started
>But no, you are going to slow-cook this bitch
>after all thats when the meat is the most tender
>absorbed in your thoughts you don’t notice as you bump directly into someone, knocking em off their feet
“Oh crap”
>looking down you see a familiar face
“Sorry about that Coco, I wasn’t watching where I was going.”
>you reach a hand down to her
>”No I should had moved, I was trying to get your attention but I guess you didn’t hear me...”
>Shyly she puts her hand in yours and you pull her up
“There we go. Still I’m sorry about that. Anyways what did ya need from me?”
>Oh yeah
“Oh and don’t worry, Sour definitely won’t bother you anymore”
>She smiles brightly at that
>”Thats good to hear, She wanted to take my fashion designs for herself in our fashion designing class, and I worked really hard on them. But I was wondering about something else.”
“Sure, go ahead”
>”So, does this mean you’re blackmailing sour sweet?”
>cutting right to the chase huh, well no point lying to her
“Yep, I got something on her that would completely ruin her. You aren’t thinking of doing anything to stop me right?”
>”Oh no no no. Actually I was hoping if I could maybe... ᵘˢᵉ ʰᵉʳ ᵗᵒᵒ”
“Eh? didn’t catch that”
>”Can I use her too?!” she speaks up
“not so loud,” you whisper yell as you look around
>fortunately no one is here
“Well I wasn’t expecting that from you. You seemed so... uh...”
>”Don’t worry, I know what you mean. Thats why these girls always picked on me. But now I can get back at her!”
>”if thats ok with you...”
>a part of you wants to mess with the soft-spoken girl
>but that would make you just as bad wouldn’t it
“Yeah sure.”
>”Really?!”
“Really. What do you even have in mind though?”
>”I got a few ideas, for modeling... but what about you?”
“Oh I got a lot of ideas, but I want to spread them out.”
>she looks interested at that
>“What have you done today?”
“besides making sure she won’t bother us anymore, lets say I took a little memento to commemorate this day,” you tell her as you shamelessly pull out the panties
>that gets a reaction out of as she blushes harshly
>”o-o-oh jeez. I didn’t think...”
“I wasn’t kidding when I said I could ruin her. This is just the beginning of what I’m gonna do too. So are you still sure you want to join me?”
>For a second it looks like she’ll back out, but then a rather pervy looking face crosses her visage
>”I’m even more sure now,” she says enthusiastically
>is this one of those ‘it’s always the quiet ones’ moments?
“Well then, welcome aboard.”
>unexpectedly she hugs you tightly
>”Oh thank you soo so much.”
>oh now she’s got you blushing
>darn your weakness to cute girls
“Hey its no problem, two heads are better then one and all that,” you say awkwardly returning her hug
>At least she doesn’t notice it as she looks up to your eyes
>”I design all kinds of clothes, even... lingerie.”
>Now shes got your attention
“No kidding?”
>”mhmm, look,” she tells you as she releases you from the hug
>you were just starting to enjoy it too
>reaching into her sidebag she pulls out a notebook, which she opens and starts leafing through its page
>”Aha, here take a look!”
>she almost shoves it in your face
>on the pages is some very racy looking nightwear
“Woah.”
>you grab the notebook from her gently, treating it like the treasure it is as she lets it go
“These are, well, you pause to get a hold of yourself, “I would not mind seeing these on a girl.”
>she lets out a cute little giggle at that
>“Thanks.”
“And you can actually sew these?”
>”Yep! So what do you think, should I use Sour Sweet to model these?”
>Honestly these would be wasted on her
>but then again, having her wear this at school might even be more mortifying then simply having her go without any underwear
“Oh yeah, this could definitely work. Heck you should even take pictures, after all she is a senior. So she’s not underaged you know,” you state matter-of-factly as you imagine how sour would react.
>”Oh I didn’t think about that.”
“Yep, and I’m sure sweetie would be more then glad to model for free.”
>a malicious grin crosses your face
“Why, she would have to be an IDIOT to refuse, right Coco?”
>”hehehe... right Anon, but do you mind not looking at me like that?”
“Oh woops sorry,” you apologize while keeping your smile at socially acceptable levels, “I’m just really excited about this, you too right?”
>”Oh very much! Oh but’ll I’ll have to get her measurements...”
“That won’t be an issue, just come to room 302 during lunch. Make sure to bring all the measuring tools you’ll need. You’ll definitely surprise her tomorrow.”
>”I’ll make sure to bring everything, ooh I can’t wait.”
>Her smile is so pretty
“Now you know how I feel.”
>However the bell rings, signaling the end 
>darn
“Well looks like we gotta go to class.”
>”Yeah I guess we do...”
“Seeya tomorrow then”
>”Bye anon.”
>you take your leave, don’t want to be late for class, the teachers are just as much a pain in the ass as their students
>well except for Mrs. Peachbottom
>Anyways you make it make in time for Sombra’s literature class
>Guy has the most flamboyant way of acting, despite looking so outwardly intimidating
>not that you will ever say that to his face
>However the more important thing is that a certain girl also attends this class, taking a seat at the table in the back
“Hello sweetie,” you say quietly to her as you take the right seat of the table
>She glares at you as you do but doesn’t respond
“now now its rude to not greet back you know.”
>She growls again
>”Hello...”
“Better.”
>”Hey you’re in seat dude!”
>Oh yeah, lemon zest is here too
>you turn to look at the girl with her earphones around her neck
“Sorry but Sour Sweet told me to sit here, ain’t that right Sour?”
>”Yep, so sorry Zestie but I got some things to tell anon here!”
>you can see anger in her eyes but she’s smart enough to act accordingly
>she looks curiously at you two but just for a moment
>”Alright then, I guess I’ll sit somewhere else, later dudes!”
“Nice save, but I’ll be the one telling you things. However first things first, does it feel as good as it did yesterday?”
>She’s confused for a moment but she catches on soon enough, a fierce blush on her face
>”a-As if!”
“Sureeee. Anyways I’ll be seeing you again tomorrow, same place same time. kay?”
>”Crystal”
>”Everybody to their seats now, for I have arrived!”
>well theres Sombrero
>none of the students challenge his command as they all take their seats
>”Now we will be continuing where we left off, if anyone actually managed to forget it would be page 213, where section 5.4 begins.”
>You along with everyone else pulls out their textbook, opening it to the according page
>Sombra starts teaching right away but you tune him out, your interest lies on the girl seated right next to you after all
>gently you place a hand on her lower thigh
>”Hey whats the bi-“
>”Is there a problem miss Sweet?”
>”Sorry Mr. Sombra, I just thought I felt a bug crawling on me,” she readily lies
>”I understand, however no more outbursts. Understood?”
>”Mhmm!”
>”Good, now then...”
>you rub the soft creamy skin, getting her attention again
>”what do you think you are doing?” she whispers angrily to you
“Whatever I want to of course. now if I were you I would stop acting up...”
>you give her a squeeze to emphasize, getting a jolt from her
“Don’t want anyone to notice right?”
>that gets her to sit straight, a suppressed blush on her face as she looks around
>the rest of the time passes on, you keeping your hand on her feeling her leg up
>you were tempted to go under her skirt but you didn’t want to push her too much too soon
>the bell rings
>”Well thats it for today class. Make sure to study for the test next friday, or else!”
>you give her leg one last pat before removing your hand from her leg
“Well thats a shame. Did you enjoy yourself sweetie?”
>“I hated it.”
“Well it’s a good thing I don’t care how you felt. Seeya tomorrow, and don’t be late,” you remind her as you pack up your things and leave
>it was fun to torment her like that, feeling her up was just a bonus
>Your next couple classes go by quickly enough and soon enough the final bell rings
>”Well looks like that’ll be all for today class, hope ya’ll have a lovely afternoon!”
>gosh you wonder why someone like peachbottom would come to to place
>you gotta admit her pitch is a little deep but you kinda love that accent
>Either way its times to go to head to work
>on the way out you spot sweet and her gang
>you are tempted to go up to her but you don’t want them catching on
>at least not this early
>if you play your hand right you might get to rope them in too
>So you head to your car, making your way to the mall
>the rest of the day is so bland compared to what happened earlier that you soon find yourself on bed, getting ready for sleep
>however
>you pull out those panties
>might as well use them right?
>taking out a copy of sunny’s bare underass you get yourself off before going to sleep
>you’ll take the real thing for yourself in time
>the post-nut feeling makes you fall asleep easily, your final thoughts of sour’s sweet ass

>that retched alarm gets you up with a start
>your dream was just getting to the good part too!
>you smack the button harder then usual, but that just leads to a stinging hand
>but damn it its the principle of the matter
>rubbing your poor hand you quickly get through your morning rituals and down to the kitchen
“Good morning mom!”
>”Well someones feeling chipper today, anything good happen at school yesterday?”
“You could say that,” you reply as you suppress a smile
>”Thought so! Anyways heres breakfast, made ya some pancakes, your favorite.”
>Today just keeps getting better
“Thanks ma!”
>“You are very welcome.”
>you easily tear through your food
>fucking love ya some pancakes
>”So how was it?”
“Great as always. I gotta go now mom.”
>”Have another great day kiddo.”
“you too mom.”
>you give her one last wave as you make your exit and make way to the car
>soon enough you are at the front of the school
>you don’t see sour around but you do see Coco, her back to you
>you sneak up on her
“Hey partner, you ready?”
>”Oh anon! You surprised me!”
“Yeah sorry about that”
>not really though she looked really cute surprised
>”Well you should be, but yes I’m ready.”
“Good, I already made sure your brand new model will be there.”
>”Thats good.”
“Yep, guess I’ll see you then. Oh and one more thing.”
>”Yes?”
“Lets trade phone numbers, it be good if we could communicate right?”
>”Oh that’s a great idea!”
>She pulls out her phone and the two of you exchange numbers
>mission success
>you finally got a cute girl’s number
>granted it’s definitely not exactly how you imagined you would get one
>but you won’t complain
>with that out of the way the bell rings 
“Looks like its time to start another fun-filled day of classes,” you sarcastically tell Coco as you both make your way inside
>she giggles a bit
>”I’m sure you’ll survive anon. I’ll see you at lunch, bye!”
>she makes her way to her class, you watch as she moves to another corridor and leave your sight
>well time to get going, don’t want to be late after all
>morning classes are dull as always
>the teachers have the charisma of a stone
>Now that the classes are over the real fun can begin as the lunch bell rings
>Time to see your dear friend
>and sour too
>up the stairs you go to good ol’ room 302
>As you open the door you notice that Coco is already there, her attention on you as you enter
>someone’s eager to get started
“Heya Coco. Looks like we’re still waiting on sweet n sour huh?”
>”Yep. I got my measuring tape here so I’m ready when she gets here.”
>looking at the table you see measuring tape, a notebook, and a pen
>not exactly tools of torture but you have an idea in mind for your guest of honor
“Well thats good. Be prepared and all that.”
>”mhmm”
>geez you suck at making conversation
>fortunately the doorknob is turned, saving you from further exposing your social ineptitude
>unsurprisingly its Sour
“Welcome back Sour.”
>”Yeah yeah Anon. What do-“
>She pauses as she catches sight of your colleague
>oh there comes her sour side
>”What the heck is she doing here!”
“What did I tell you about manners sweetie?,” you remind her with a edge to your tone
>”Hello... Coco. Now can you tell me what’s shes doing here?”
>You were about to tell her but Coco speaks up first
>”I’m here to get your measurements of course!”
>”What are you even talking about?”
>”Well, I always wanted someone to model clothes so I asked anon if I could use you and he said yes. But first I need to take your measurements.”
>Now she looks apprehensive
>”What kinda clothes?”
>that wierd smile of Coco’s makes an appearance
>”nightwear of course.”
>”You can’t be serious”
>”I am. After didn’t you say you wanted my designs? well now you can model them instead.”
>Sour looks flabbergasted seeing Coco talk to her like that
>then she turns to you
>”This is a joke right?”
“Nope. I decided since you also messed with Coco it’s only fair she gets to join in our fun. Which reminds me.”
>you get up and close to sour and reach down for her skirt
“Lets see if you listened to me.”
>pulling them up reveals her bare bottom and gets a blush from the two girls inside
>”l-lewd”
>Sour looks like she wants to protest but she stays quiet instead
“Good girl. Now then.”
>you turn to the aspiring seamstress
“Wouldn’t it help to take measurements of her without clothes in the way?”
>Her blush only intensifies as that confident girl from before is replaced with her usual soft-spoken self
>”W-w-well yes bu-”
“Great! So then Sour, do us a favor and get naked.”
>”What?!”
>jeez that was a screech and a half
“Are you going deaf? Clothes, take them off. Unless you rather I just go ahead and expose you for the slut you are?”
>She looks so mad, but its soon taken over by that same defeated look you saw yesterday
>You love that look on her face, so full of despair
“Well? We don’t have all day.”
>Slowly she pulls off her shirt, revealing a plain pink bra
>then the bra comes off, revealing two sizable breasts that she covers with her right arm
>you can’t wait to grope them, but for now you hold yourself back
>finally the skirt is pulled down with her left, her hand going over her pussy
“Wow.”
>you pull out your phone and open the camera app
>this get’s sour to look even sadder
>”You didn’t say you were going to take pictures...”
“I don’t need to say anything, now move your arms.”
>slowly she reveals herself, her pale freckled skin and those nice tits open for your viewing pleasure
>you notice she’s starting to tear up
>as if your boner couldn’t get harder it disproved you just at the sight
>moving around her you take photos from different angles
“You mind doing a pose? maybe peace sign?” you ask mockingly
>You gotta admit you weren’t expecting her to actually do it
>damn that’s hot
>So absorbed in your own depravity you forgot about your partner
>looking at Coco you notice that she’s still blushing, averting her eyes from you two
“Hey Coco”
>you grab her attention, however that blush stays permanently on her face
>“W-what?”
“Aren’t you going to take her measurements? I’m done with her for now.”
>”O-oh yeah! I’ll do it now”
>She grabs her tape and nervously approaches the bare-naked girl
>”a-I’ll start taking your measurements, c-can you lift your arms?”
>sour only sighs before obeying
>You watch as she takes the various measurements
>”N-now I’ll measure your bust.”
>Now you are laser focused as you watch her wrap the tape around her breasts
>”O-okay that’s all I need.”
“Perfect. Now then.”
>you head to Sour’s pile of clothes and take the bra
“I’ll be keeping this.”
>”But I need that...”
“Be grateful I’m not taking anything else. Anyways don’t bother bringing another bra.”
>”B-but...”
>you get close to sour and whisper in her ear
“Hey I said no bra’s, but that doesn’t mean you can’t put on pasties...”
>Another blush from her, you are on a roll.
“Now then, you can go now sour.”
>”Okay...”
>she puts her skirt and shirt on and leaves
>the fact that she has no underwear on is only something that only the three of you will know
“Soooo.”
>you turn to Coco
“Whatcha think? not bad huh?”
>”Umm...”
“What?”
>”Don’t you think you were being a bit.. too much?”
>aw geez
“Come on Coco. Imagine if she was blackmailing us instead. You think she would show us mercy? She’d probably force us to do whatever her and her friends want for the rest of the school year.”
>”That’s true...”
“Of course it is. Think Coco think, if she had her way you would had to have given her all your designs, you would live to see all you worked on go towards her success. Then what would you have?”
>“W-well...”
“Nothing Coco. You would had have to start from scratch. And I saw your designs. I’m not some hoity toity asshole but even I can tell that they look good. And it would all be wasted on a basic bitch like sour sweet. Am I right or not?”
>You can see the mousy girl taking in what you said before she finally speaks
>”You’re right.”
“So you agree that I’m not taking it far?”
>She nods demurely
“Good girl,” you instinctly blurt out
>woops
>however instead of a negative reaction that gets a blush out of her instead
>you weren’t expecting that but you can work with this
“Now then, you should get started on making the clothes for sour. After all we need her to model right?”
>”Oh right!” 
>that knocked her out of her blush
>She pulls out the notebook from before and opening it to her designs
>”Which one should I do first?”
“Well they’re all so good.. hmm.”
>you look over the various design drafts
>then you see it
“That one,” you tell her as you poke a finger to it
>”oooh. Good choice.”
“Yep, definitely a good start to your personal fashion career.”
>”Yeah, I think so too.”
“Well then lunch is almost over, so I think we can wrap this little meeting up.”
>you get ready to go but Coco speaks up
>”Did you really mean it?”
“what?”
>”What you said about my work?”
“Of course I did. Honestly I’m glad I caught Sour messing with you. Maybe it was fate huh,” you jokingly say
>”I think it was fate too...”
“What was that?”
>”Nothing, I should get to my next class.”
“Alright. Seeya later Coco.”
>”Bye anon”
>She gives you one last little wave and smile before she leaves out the door
>Feeling proud of yourself you make your way out too, but not before stuffing the bra into your backpack
>time for sombrero
>making your way inside the classroom you notice soursweet slouching on her desk with her arms crosses
>probably to hide her bralessness
>Unfortunately it looks like lemon already beat you to the seat as she vibes to whatever music is blasting in her ears
>Eh you already messed enough with sour during lunch
>plus while lemon’s head is usually up in the musical clouds she would probably get suspicious if you and sour kept sitting next to each other
>”Prepare yourselves, for I have arrived.”
>well theres somber
>you notice sour glancing at you so you give her a little wave and a smirk
>she quickly turns away after that as you take your seat
>the rest of the class was dull as usual
>gotta admit you enjoyed feeling up sour’s leg
>She definitely is the girl who puts expensive lotion on daily
>so smooth
>oh well, class is over soon enough with sombra giving you yet another reminder of the upcoming test in two days
>You should probably study a little for it
>In any case you make your exit, although not before giving sour another glance
>She’s definitely not eager to leave her seat as she has her arms crossed over her chest
>Sucks for her
>Gotta get to class
>Once those are dealt with you leave school
>just to head to your job again
>frozen pretzels ain’t gonna sell themselves as your manager would tell you
>Bored out of your mind as usual you notice sour’s little group in the distance
>But sweetie is either smart enough or scared enough that she doesn’t head to your job
>For the second day in a row you get to do your job in peace
>Feels good
>Once your shift is over you head home and eat a delicious dinner meal left by your mom
>To cap it off the day you pull out the bra from your backpack and your phone to see the images you got of Sour’s sweet body
>The panties are soiled so looks like you’ll have to use the bra this time
>Tomorrow things are going to escalate
>You been holding back, taking things slowly to make things go smoothly with your slave
>Now you think its time to get started with the real fun you had in mind
>you go to sleep quickly, thinking of all the fun you’ll have at her expense

>BEEP BEEP MOTHERFUCKER
>you fucking bastard of an alarm
>you smash that alarm button like it owes you money
>No good dreams this time around
>Getting ready you go downstairs
>Looks like your mom had something to do this morning since she only left a note
>Welp time to pull out the off-brand cereal
>You decide on a nice bowl of ‘Gravel n Bits’
>not part of a complete breakfast
>But it fills your stomach and thats all you really care about
>After that you leave your home, making sure to lock up behind you
>then you take the usual drive to school
>neither sour or coco are out and about the front of the school
>Welp not an issue, they’ll both show up to the classroom at lunch
>Once the morning bell rings you head to your first class of the day
>you manage to actually stay awake through your classes
>Most likely because of how much you are looking forward to this session
>this will either make or break your little sweetie
>Either way you’ll get what you want
>Once the lunch bell rings you are out the door in a hurry
>You are allowed to be a bit eager today as you make it to door 302
>Coco didn’t beat you to the punch today, but she arrives in less then a minute after you do
“Heya Coco,” you greet her with a lazy wave
>”Hi anon.”
“Didya get em done?”
>”Yep! got em right here,” she enthusiastically tells you as she pulls a black bag out of her backpack
“Great job, can I see them?”
>”Sure!”
>She hands you the bag
>you open the bag and pull out the clothing, laying it down on a nearby table
“It’s... It’s perfect.”
>The sketch didn’t do it justice
>It looked better then you imagined it would
>It wasn’t the most lewd piece Coco had designed but it was definitely the best choice to start with
>You especially like the cat motif since it will cement the fact that sour sweet is your pet now
>Granted a bitch like her would had been better off with dog print but you’re perfectly fine with her being your little pussycat
>She even got the cat ears and tail attachment
>you put em back into the bag neatly and pass it back to Coco
>Sour sweet better get her ass here soon 
>Speak of the devil and she appears, the door opening revealing Coco’s model
>”I’m here, what are you freaks going to do to me now...”
>She doesn’t bother covering her chest, her nipples easily visible poking into her shirt
>You get up and approach her, cupping her face in your hand
“Oh please sweetie, you know you loved every second of it”
>She puffs herself up with indignation 
>”I-I didn’t!”
>time for a bold move
>you move a hand down under her skirt
>and rub a finger around her lower lip, getting her to jolt in surprise
>Bingo
>You pull the finger up to the liar’s face
“Then what do you have to say about this?” you ask as you show off the moisture on your finger
>”Ah- that is-“
>She stumbles on her words as she tries to come up with an excuse
>leaning into her right ear you whisper again
“Just be honest with yourself, for once in your miserable life. You enjoyed it didn’t you? You enjoyed knowing that you went around without panties. Without a bra. I bet you wondered if anyone would catch you, notice you. The thrill of being caught only serving to excite you more. Am I right or am I wrong slut?”
>”You are... you are...”
>You already know the answer but you can see that she’s struggling to chose whether to lie or not
>”You are right...”
>You took a gamble but it looks like your efforts paid off
>Sour sweet is all yours now
“Good girl,” you whisper to her as you rub her cheek
>She’s blushing like a shy schoolgirl
>like.. coco
>shit you got caught up in the moment you completely forgot shes here
>Looking back you see shes blushing, but you notice a glint in her eyes
“Well,” you blurt out as you back off of sour,”It’s time for you to model again, isn’t that right Coco?”
>”R-right...”
>She steps up to Sour confidently and issues her command
>”Strip!”
>Sour looks like she wants to say something she’ll regret but she obeys Coco instead
>Taking off her shirt reveals her bare chest, and pulling down her skirt reveals that familiar but always enjoyable sight.
>”The material I made this with is very fragile and I don’t trust you to be careful so I’ll dress you, got it?”
>That a girl, Coco is finally getting into it
>You watch as Coco dresses the naked girl
>both you and the girl in question are surprised at Coco’s sudden bout of daring, but you gotta admit you enjoy watching her treat Sourpuss like a dress up doll as she manipulates her limbs
>well more like commands her to move her limbs but the point still stands
>Sliding the racy underwear up her tone legs
>pulling the lacy bra over her, covering those sweet tits once more but leaving a cat-shaped boob window in its place
>It only serves to highlight the freckles on her pale skin
>Finally the ensemble is complete with the addition of the cat-eared hairband and the tail attached
>and it’s amazing
“I gotta admit, you look good like this sourpuss.”
>she only blushes at your comment
“Now what did I say about manners?”
>”... Thank you.”
“So Coco I think it looks pretty good but you’re the fashionista here, what do you think.”
>”I think it’s good too...”
>looks like that boldness left her
“Well see, looks like you are good for something sourpuss. But we ain’t done yet.”
>”We aren’t?,” asks coco
“Of course not. After all the most important part of modeling is taking pictures.”
>you pull out your phone and open the camera app
“Now how about you give me a good catty pose sourpuss? Maybe a little meow too.”
>Again for a moment her bitch side breaks through as she hisses at you
“Now now, be a good little kitty. I already had you declawed remember?”
>That takes her sour side off her face as she relents and poses, although its with a frown
“Come on, give me a smile, show us how grateful you are for letting a bitch like you model such nice clothing.”
>Looks like she’s learning as she give a fake smile
>Oh well honestly most of her smiles have probably been fake anyways
“A real smile Sourpuss.”
>A idea comes to mind
“Imagine if people saw you dressed up like this, all posed like a little kitty cat? How would that make you feel?”
>now that works as not only does she blush at the idea of being exposed like this, but a genuine (if not perverse) smile crosses her face
>You quickly snap a couple photos of it
>Looking over them they look good
“thatta girl. Now give us some more poses, get creative.”
>She’s finally into it as she does a number of poses you never imagined you would see her do
>She makes good use of her ability to switch faces as she goes from sweet kitty to a sassy pussy in moments
>You diligently keep taking pictures despite how much you want to enjoy the spectacle
>You’ll cherish these memories forever
>A part of you want to see how coco’s handling seeing her like this but you just can’t afford to miss a moment
>unfortunately she runs out of unique poses soon enough, her final pose of her lazily lying on a schooltable giving the camera a sultry look
>You are tempted to ravish her right then and now but Coco’s still here
“Well,” you pause to reel your excitement in,” I think that’s that for this modeling sess.”
>looking at coco you notice how intently she looks at your model, and its contained you definitely notice some anger
“Hey Coco, wanna check out these photos?”
>That pulls her from her staredown as she looks at you
>“Sure, but only after we finish here,” she sweetly answers
>now its your turn to be surprised once more
“What do ya mean?”
>”Well it’s nightwear silly,” she says to you in a way that is both nice and condescending
“Yeah and?”
>”Well it’s meant to be taken off by a man. Although I guess it could be taken off by a woman too,” she nonchalantly answers
>You are really surprised at what you think she is insinuating 
>You aren’t upset though
“So basically, to clear it all up, you want me to undress her?”
>”mhmm! After all she’s might as well model everything right?”
>She has a smile on her face but it’s wierd
>Eh it’s probably nothing
“Great idea Coco,” you turn to face your kittycat, “Well you heard the girl, unless you have any problem with it?” you ask rhetorically
>”no...”
>time for another push as you get nice and close to her face
“No who.”
>She blushes once more, adverting her gaze from your eyes before she speaks up
>no master
“good girl.”
>you did say you weren’t gonna hold back
>you place your hands on her waist before moving up her sides, feeling up the smooth skin
>Then you move them inward towards her toned belly, feeling just the smallest hint of squishy fat
>Finally you go up to her pink bra, cupping the two mounds, one in each hand
>You enjoy the feeling of the thinly clothed breasts for a good minute, squeezing the flesh gently to feel its give all while staring at sour’s bashful face
>Porn definitely doesn’t do it justice
>However you have a task to do as you move to her bra’s shoulder straps
>At first you thought the strings were superficial but no, they also hold the flimsy clothing together
>pulling one unties the strap altogether
>you do the same with the second strap
“Life your arms.”
>She obeys quickly, and you just as quickly slip the now strapless bra over her head
>You are tempted to grope her now bare chest but you still want to build up to that
>squatting down you look at her kitty panties
>they also have two knotted strings holding them together, each ending with a kitty paw-shaped bead
>You could just pull them down but instead you untie them, allowing you to simply rip off the loose panties from her crotch without causing any damage
>Finally you back off, looking at your now unwrapped gift
>Its so nice to see sour look so meek, so subservient
>suddenly you are torn from your thoughts as two hands land on your shoulders
>”Good job anon, so how did it feel~“ a voice huskily whispers in your ear
>Coco?
“It felt good. Real good.”
>”Oh I just bet it did, just look at her. She really is nothing more then our plaything now huh~”
>You are both confused and aroused at this
“Y-yeah I guess she is.”
>”I wonder, how hard do you want to just take her, right here and now? Will you be gentle or rough? Oooh I’m getting goosebumps imagining it~”
“Uh...”
>brain status:busted
>”Well why wait any longer. Come here kitty! come to your masters~”
>looking at sour you see she is just as dunbstruck
>”Hurry up little kitty! Or do I need to bring out the lease?”
“L-leash?”
>That familiar sweet smile crosses her face as she turns to you
>”I thought it would be a nice little surprise, don’t you?” 
>She pulls out the leash in question, a long strip of hot pink...
>well you are not sure what material it is but it doesn’t make it any less hot
“Yeah, yeah it is,” you answer dumbly
>”heeheehee I thought so, now,” she glares at sour sweet, “Are you going to make me come over there?”
>theres an edge to her sickly sweet tone that is more then enough to get sour to get to her feet
>however before she could walk over Coco tuts at her
>“Now now, last time I checked kitties don’t walk on two legs, right anon?”
“R-right you are Coco.”
>”I thought so! so come here little kitty, on all fours l-like the animal you are!”
>Theres a odd hiccup in her speech, and her glare falters for a moment
>However the little pussycat obeys, crawling on all fours towards you two
>You don’t even bother trying to suppress your arousal at the incredibly lewd sight
>”Good kitty!”
>coco bends down to pat her on the head, much to sour’s chagrin
>”However since you took so long I’ll still need to leash you~”
>she easily attaches the hook to the choker on sour’s neck, giving the cat bell a little jingle
>”There we go! Now then here you go anon.”
>she places the lead into your hand
“Now what are you going to do to her?”
>She moves around and behind sour, kneeling down and inspecting her
>”Theres so much you could do to her, after all she is just a toy, a object.”
>She places a hand on sour’s hair before pulling on it to force her to face her
>This gets a pained yelp out of sour which gets Coco’s glare to falter again before hardening
“I-isn’t that right b-Bitch!”
>”You’re right you’re right! now ease up already! Please!”
>Again she falters, a look of discomfort on her face
>But she steels herself again as she pulls harder on her hair
>”Y-you don’t give the orders here c-cunt! Now tell us exactly what you are and maybe I’ll stop pulling so hard!”
>She’s crying now
>”I’m a cunt! A bitch! A awful human being! I’m a toy, I’m anything you call me, anything you want me to be!” Sour sweet manages to speak through her sobs
>Coco lets go of her hair, sour’s head falling forward as she lays on the floor, a sobbing muttering heap
>Now you’re worried
>not for sour, cause fuck her
>but coco, because she’s crying too and looks like she’s about to freak
>”I-I.. I’m so sorry!”
>Coco tries to run away but on instinct you manage to grab her arm before she can flee
>She weakly tries to pull away from you
>”Let me go anon! let me go please!”
“Yeah that’s not happening,” you tell her as you pull her in for a hug
>She punches your chest as you force the hug on her but theres no heart in it as you look down at her crying visage
>once she relents she starts sobbing harder, her face pressed against you
>you never been in a situation like this which leaves you feeling out of your depth
>So you can only do what your mom would do when you were younger
>you move a hand up to her upper back and gently rub it in a attempt to soothe her
“There there, everything’s ok.”
>this manages to get a little giggle out of her, breaking up her sobs
>”You sound just like my mom...”
“yeah I guess I do huh,” you tell her self-depreciated 
>”Not that theres anything wrong with it...”
“Well at least you stopped crying so I’ll just say at least I succeeded at that,” you tell her with a exaggerated smirk
>this gets a tiny smile out of her but it falters back to her sad frown
>”I really acted awful back there huh.”
“Well... I mean you didn’t say anything I wouldn’t. But it was definitely a shock to hear you say all that.”
>”I know. I just... I got angry you know?”
“I could kinda tell, you mind telling me what that’s all about?”
>”We’re suppose to be partners right?” she expectantly asks
“right.”
>”Well I just kept feeling like a third wheel. I know I’m not that strong-willed... so I thought, if I acted like those dominant women do in the movies then maybe I’d wouldn’t feel so left behind.”
>she gives you a shameful look
>”Plus it felt really good to treat sour like that, at least until she started crying...”
“I see. You know the reason why I didn’t tell you to get more involved is because I didn’t want to make you do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable. In the end that only made you force yourself to do things instead, defeating the whole point huh?”
>”really? but you make sour do so many things...”
“Well yeah, she deserves it. You’re someone who actually matters yanno?”
>”You mean that?”
“Of course, we’re partners after all. We both ended up suffering thanks to her, and now we both will get her back for it. Right?”
>”Right.”
“But, you can go at your own pace you know. No need to feel obligated to act like someone you aren’t. We have the rest of the school year to teach her a lesson she’ll never forget so I won’t think less of you if you don’t want to go all out.”
>”You promise?”
“I pinkie promise,” you tell her as you hold out the mentioned finger
somewhere a pink haired girl sneezes
>She links her pinkie with yours which brings back her bright smile
“There we go. It’s much better seeing you like this.”
>she only giggles in response
>You enjoy the moment, holding her in your arms
>but it’s shattered by the bell
“Oh crap. We gotta go to class.”

>this thought brings back the focus to the elephant in the room
>AKA the naked crying girl, although she seems to have mostly stop, only letting out little sniffles
“Hey Coco, you should go to class. I’ll take care of Sour.”
>”Are you sure?”
“Yeah, we go to the same class anyways. And uh... you should probably take tomorrow off, relax a bit during lunch.”
>she looks sad as she glances at the sniveling girl
>”Yeah... I should. Bye anon...”
>You want to comfort her more but you don’t have the time to spare so you settle for waving goodbye
“Take care Coco.”
>Once she leaves you move towards the prone girl
“We have to get going or we’re going to be late.”
>no response
“Come on, people will get suspicious if we both show up late.”
>A part of you wants to threaten her with the blackmail but you have a good feeling it will be just as ineffective
“Alright then, I guess I’ll do it myself”
>you grab her discared clothes and get nice and close to her
>Looks like she’s not going to budge so you grab her and pull her up into a sitting position
>The look in her face is one you have yet to see on her
“Yeesh Coco really did a number on you huh. Well whatever”
>You dress her upper body as quickly as possible, which was made easy by how limp she was
“There, now just to get your skirt. Any chance you’ll stand?”
>She just looks away from you
>shes not gonna make this easy on you
“Alright then, up you go”
>You grab her by her armpits and lift her up to the table, sitting the bottomless girl on it, her legs hanging off the edge
>Once again your horniness flares at the sight but now is really not the time
>You easily slide the skirt up her legs
>You are forced to lift her behind up so you can finish putting the skirt over
>Looking her over you she’s still not all there mentally
>no way you’ll be able to take her to class like this
>as if mocking you the late bell rings out
“Fuck.”
>What to do what to do
>You rack your mind for anything that can be done to fix this mess, sour sweet being completely unhelpful
>maybe you should had stopped Coco after all, you didn’t think she would take it this badly
>Then it hits you
>The nurse
>Looking at sour sweet you could easily pass it off as her feeling ill
>Yeah this should work, you’ll even be able to get a note for the two of you so Sombra doesn’t go all ‘Lord of Darkness’ on you when you show up late
>theres just the issue of transporting her
“You’re really going to make me carry you? What if someone sees?”
>Your last-ditch effort to get her up fails as she only turns her face away
>Yep your gonna have to carry her
“Alright then, be that way.”
>You grab her and put her in a shoulder carry
>this gets a jolt of surprise out of her but she still gives you the silent treatment
>reaching up with your other hand you can’t resist and give her butt a little smack, getting another jolt
“There, all secure.”
>still nothing from her

“Alrighty then, lets move.”
>You head to the door and open it enough to stick your head out
>looking around theres no one in sight
>You don’t want to explain why you are carrying sour sweet to anyone but the nurse
>With the coast clear you make your way to the infirmary
>you keep vigilant but its ultimately unnecessary, seems everyone is already at their classes
>Making your way downstairs you you head to the right
>All the while sour sweet stays quiet, only making noise if you jostle her
>Down one more corridor you see the sign for the nurse’s room
>That was easy
>You open the door, the nurse as digilant as ever doesn’t even bother looking up from her magazine
>Her name is Snowheart, but everyone tends to call her Coldheart since she’s hardly cares for her patients
>A part of you wonder how she ever got hired but thinking about you came to the conclusion Cinch hired her because of how uncaring she is
>Probably doesn’t want us to show weakness or some bullshit by relying on the nurse for our health
>Whatever, at least this benefits you now as you take sour sweet to the nearest cot and deposit her on it
>Done placing her down you pull the blanket over her, leaving only her head sticking out
>Don’t want anyone to catch a peek under her skirt or notice her lack of bra
>Job done you head to the nurse.
“Umm, hey miss Snowheart.”
>She finally glances away from her magazine, giving you a cold glance as you distract her from her break
>“myeah?”
“I was uh, spending time with sour sweet during lunch but near the end she collapsed and I don’t know why!” you claimed with false worry
>”Huh. Is that so?”
“Yeah! can you please check if she’s all right?”
>She gives you a scrutinizing look, causing you to get worried that maybe she saw through your lie somehow
>Then she shrugs her shoulders, putting her magazine down
>“Must be nice having a guy care enough to carry you all the way here,” she mutters as she gets up
>You decide to not respond to that, following after her
>”Now lets see here. Huh, you look like shit.”
>A real way with words this nurse has
>The nurse puts the back of her hand on her forehead
>”Well its not a fever. Was she acting funny earlier?”
“Umm. She was pretty tired looking today.”
>”Hmm. Well its probably just fatigue,” She turns to sour,” you been getting enough sleep kid?”
>Sour glances at her, then gives her a small shake of her head
>”Hmm. Well normally I’d tell you to get up and scram but I don’t want to deal with forcing your boyfriend to carry you out the door.”
>that statement gets a shock out of not only you but sour sweet as well, but neither of you say anything
>After all if she doesn’t know the reality of your relationship with sour right now, best to let her think you two are simply together instead
“Thank you so much miss.”
>”Just call me Snowheart, calling me miss just makes me feel old.”
“Got it Snowheart. Any chance I can get a note? 

>”Sure.”
“Oh and me and sour are in the same class so I can give him a note for her too, if you want.”
>”It’ll make my life easier so sure.”
>Soon enough you have in your possession a signed note explaining why you are late and where sour is
“alright, I’ll say goodbye to sweet now.”
>”Go ahead,” she tells you as she takes her seat again, pulling up her magazine
>You head over to the bedridden girl
>She looks at you with a mild glare
>looks like she’s feeling better already
“Same time tomorrow. Bye now.”
>You don’t bother waiting around for her to respond as you turn to leave, the nurses’ notes in hand
>You wave goodbye to the nurse but she doesn’t seem to notice as you exit the the room
>A part of you is tempted to wait out longer but its not like theres anything else for you to do so you head straight to class
>Once you open the door sombra’s focus is right on you, his glare freezing you for a moment
>“Decided to join us for class after all Anonymous?”
“I uh, have a note,” you reply weakly as you enter and move toward him
>He snatches the note from you and looks at it, reading quietly to himself before moving to face you
>”I see, well it looks like you are lucky this time around Anonymous, you and Sour Sweet. Don’t make a habit of this. Understand?”
“Yes sir.”
>”Good man, now take your seat.”
>you do as he says, the class attention on you as you do
>”Now before you interrupted us we were on page 224.”
>you pull out your textbook and open it to the page, sombra already continuing his lecture.
>Well looks like you made it out of that situation well enough.
>You go through the rest of your day with ease
>Hopefully Sour won’t quit on you now, you definitely weren’t expecting Coco to act like how she did
>Once your daily trials are complete you head home and straight to your room
>You got a bunch of work to catch up on that you been delaying doing
>After all you been so distracted lately by thoughts of sour’s enslavement
>no time like the present as you get started on the backlog
>It’s dull work but it has to be done as you burn the midnight oil
>Once you finished the most urgent of it you prepare for bed, completely worn from today’s events
>pulling out your phone you open the album labeled ‘sweetie’
>the racy images immediately bring to mind how it felt to group her body
>you might hate her guts but theres one inherent fact you cannot deny
>she is fucking sexy
>And she belongs to you
>And Coco but you doubt she will use her like you will
>Now with the aspiring designer taking tomorrow off you can finally escalate things
>You still have the racy underwear in your backpack, no way you would leave that behind
>You are tempted to use the soft undergarments as a cumrag but its too valuable to be soiled like that so you simply use it for motivation
>Come hell or high water you are taking her tomorrow all for yourself
>You waited long enough

>The alarm awakes you, but this time you aren’t upset
>today’s the day after all
>you breeze through your morning, only stopping to eat breakfast and say goodbye to your mom
>hopefully Sour has gotten over what Coco did to her
>you had her in the palm of your hand before the incident after all
>reaching the school you head indoors, not catching sight of either of the girls
>Oh well it’s not a problem, you’ll see one of them for sure once lunch rolls around
>classes feel extra slow, taunting your impatience
>the droning voices only serving to irritate you focus on taking notes
>you have to still do well in school after all
>once the classes are taken care of you head straight to your favorite room
>sitting down you get comfortable, waiting for your prey to waltz in
>it takes a couple minutes but she arrives soon enough, the door opening catching your attention
>hopefully you can pull this off right as she enters, glancing at you before looking around
>”Where is she?” she asks as you catch a hint of buried fear in her tone
>the idea of the mousy little girl scaring a hellish bitch like her gets a giggle out of you
>”I don’t get whats so funny, the crazy bitch almost tore the hair from my scalp!”
>you feel a hint of anger at that but you reign it in
>words hurt her more then anything else after all
“You really don’t get it do you?”
>”That you and that bitch are blackmailing me? I get that completely!”
>you just shake your head, time to give her a reality check
“When you met Coco did she strike you as the girl who could do something like that?”
>”Well looks can be decieving.”
“Ironic coming from you, but you missed my point. Coco is nothing but a sweetheart and you know it. It’s why you took advantage of her before all this right?”
>that keeps her quiet
“Yeah, now you are starting to understand. You drove her to do that.”
>her sour side comes out 
>”You won’t victim-shame me!”
“You really think you are the victim in this little show huh? You know what Coco did after she got to back to her senses? She cried.”
>”So what?!”
“It show’s how much more human she is then you. Tell me if you had her sobbing, begging you to not steal her life work, would you feel bad?”
>Her anger retreats, insecurity showing instead
>”I-I...”
“It was a rhetorical question. I already know what a bitch like you is capable of, that’s why I’ll never understand Coco. She’s too compassionate, shedding tears for a cruel manipulative cunt like you.”
>You are getting to her now, her expression unable to choose between her sour and sweet side as she looks away from you
>You take this opportunity to approach her, cupping her chin and forcing her to face you
“You know whats the best part of all this? If you had just acted like a decent human being and asked Coco to help you, she would had done it. But instead you saw someone weak, someone vulnerable, and more importantly someone exploitable.” 

>She’s frozen now, her eyes gazing into yours, her expression unreadable
“Someone just like Twilight Sparkle. Only before you drove away Twilight because she was a genius, someone smarter then you. And it worked! She abandoned an opportunity to get Crystal’s prep prestigious award just to get away from you. But you weren’t guilty were you? You were proud that you removed her.”
>Now she breaks from your grasp, pulling away as she moves her arms up, grasping for some unseen object
>”y-You don’t know what you’re talking about!”
“Oh I know exactly what I’m talking about. You needed someone new to toy with. And while I’m a fun distraction for you,” you tell her with disgust,” I’m not a threat to your standing here. I’m just a nobody after all right?”
>Another direct hit, her glare faltering once more
“But Coco, she’s so sweet, so innocent, so friendly. I only really met her when I saw you strong-arming her and even I couldn’t resist. I bet you must had hated that.”
>She once again dons her facade
>”And why would I?! I’m the most popular girl in this school!”
“You and I both know that’s a lie. You aren’t the most popular, you are the most feared.”
>A decisive blow, she winces, her confidence all but gone
>Time for the killing blow
“This is why you act the way you do isn’t it? You are so desperate to feel bigger then what you really are. Because under that fierce persona and sickly sweet mask is just a scared little girl.”
>That breaks her, her hands coming up to grasp at her face
>”SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!”
>She starts pulling at her hair
>”YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND SHIT!”
>You never seen someone have a complete breakdown as her anger is overtaken quickly by sudden sadness, tears beginning to trail down her eyes as she claws at her skin
>”No one understands, no one ever will!”
>Fuck she’s really going to hurt herself!
>You hate the bitch but this is too much for you to not feel worried
>you move towards her but she swings her arm widely
>”S-stay away! don’t look at me!”
>She might be crazed but she’s not strong as you grab her arm mid-swing
>Like a caught animal she starts thrashing, attempting to break your grasp as she swings her other arm
>you catch that one too, her frenzied and fearful eyes looking into yours
>A whirlwind of emotions swirl in them, but its all surrounded by overwhelming sorrow
>your own self tells you to feel good about this, to enjoy finally taking her down like this
>after all this is what you wanted right? to see her broken before you
>But seeing into her soul like this, you can’t help but pity her instead
>bringing her arms down to her sides you embrace her in a hug
>she struggles to break free but its pointless, so she only looks up to you with tearful, miserable eyes
>”W-why?”
>honestly you could ask yourself the same thing
“It looked like you needed a hug.”
>the dam breaks lose as she lets out a sorrowful wail

>This is infinitely more awkward then when you had to comfort Coco
>At least she’s a rather soft and cute girl, and when you held her it felt right
>but this, this is just plain weird, knowing the girl you are holding is the one who is solely responsible for a good chunk of the misery of your school life
>Is it right to show her kindness like this?
>You know Coco would say yes, but you aren’t like her
>You came here with the intention of coercing her into sex after all
>those plans are probably shot
>it’s a pretty fucked thought but honestly you kinda enjoy having her cry like this
>loosening your hold on her arms she pulls them free
>A small part of you expects the worse from her, that she will take advantage of your weakness and attack you
>Instead she surprises you as she hold you even tighter, burying her face in your shoulder
>She’s definitely saying something but its too muffled to make out between her sobs
>It isn’t the soft cries that your friend let out either, but loud and mournful
>A part of you can’t help but wonder when was the last time she cried like this
>She’s a fucked up girl, that’s much for sure
>How did she end up like this though?
>Was it her parents? Was she just born like this? Or did it develop over time
>You could try to force an answer out of her but you have a feeling she won’t tell you even with the blade hanging over her head
>In the end you decide to hold her tightly too, placing a hand on the back of her head and softly rubbing it
>You won’t show her too much pity, but how will she learn to be a decent person if you show her nothing but cruelty
>She seems to appreciate the gesture as she softens her cries, rubbing her face into your shoulder, her hold on you loosening
>Maybe you should say something but you aren’t sure what would be good to say
>So you simply hold her like this, the seconds slowly passing by as you wait for her cries to subside
>You try not to think about how her tears soak into your clothes as she begins to quiet down
>Eventually all is quiet, but she still doesn’t try to pull away from your hug
>Ok now you definitely got to say something
“Feel better?”
>nailed it
>she only responds by pressing herself closer to you
>Guess she doesn’t feel like talking
“Are you at least beginning to understand now?”
>its small but you feel her nod against you
“That’s good. The truth can hurt more then anything else but you needed to hear it.”
>She doesn’t react
>You gotta admit standing like this is kinda uncomfortable so you just keep holding her as you move over to a seat slowly as she follows
>once you take a seat she only follows sitting on your lap, her weight now on you
>not really the improvement you were hoping for but at least you are not standing anymore
>You don’t rush her, giving her time to gather herself
>The clock overhead ticks away, distracting you from having to think as you count the seconds

>Once you feel the pressure of her face against you ease up you look down
>She’s looking at you with sad watery eyes, but her tears have finally stopped flowing
>”Thank you.”
>Immediately all kinds of snarky retorts come to mind, things you can say to ultimately make her feel bad
>Despite those thoughts you manage to hold your tongue, after all it’s clear that Sour Sweet is in a vulnerable state, both of her masks are gone
>only a sad girl remains, one who is lost in her feelings
>If you say the right words you’ll be able to increase your influence on her
>This will benefit the both of you
>So for a moment you think of the right thing to say to her, then you come up with something simple
“I just did what anyone should.”
>That only gets her to look happy for a moment, only for her misery to come back in full force
>”I don’t deserve this.” 
“Everyone deserves to be treated right,” you tell her before pausing to think of your next words.
“But its hard for us as people to treat everyone right.”
>”I’m the worst huh?”
>another big think is required before you speak
“I’ll be like your twin-tailed friend and give it to you straight. You are responsible for a lot of terrible things, things that hurt people badly, people like me.”
>She only looks away
>”But!” you grab her cheek gently and make her face you,” It’s never too late to make things right, to be someone better then yourself.”
>A flash of hope crosses her face before its overtaken by uncertainty
>”I don’t know if I’m strong enough...”
“Changing who you are is hard but I’m not expecting you to suddenly become someone else. We can take things one step at a time.”
>You look directly into her eyes and smile
>Slowly we’ll let the real Sour Sweet out. Not that angry bitch or the sugary fake, but the girl I’m talking to right now. What do you say?”
>”I-I’d like that,” she answers with a genuinely sweet smile
>Never thought you’d ever see one from her
>It’s pretty cute honestly
>However you become increasingly aware of the position the two of you are in
>Luckily you got control over your boner but still, having a girl in your lap is a brand new experience for you
>you let go of her cheek and she only proceeds to place her head on your shoulder, a content sigh coming from her
>You didn’t think she would be this touch-starved
>A part of you wants to speak up and say something, ask her for answers to your questions
>It would risk breaking this peaceful moment though so you relent and resign yourself to being the equivalent of a giant stuffed animal as you replace your hand on the back of her head
>Honestly you don’t really mind
>just the two of you exist in this moment
>However no matter how much you enjoy the sensation time doesn’t wait for anyone and the bell reminds you harshly of that fact
“Well, looks like we should get going. Don’t want to be late for the drama king twice in a row.” 

>Once more she faces you with a never before seen expression
>A upset pout
“Come on sweetie,” you teasingly croon,”As much as I enjoy having you sit on my lap you weren’t there yesterday. I swear I actually felt threatened when I showed up late.”
>Her sweet face comes forward as she looks up at you
>”You won’t mind just a couple more minutes right?”
“Well if your feeling good enough to defy me then you won’t mind if I do this right?”
>You move a hand down to her thigh, feeling that smooth skin once more before moving under her skirt towards her inner thigh
>the creamy warm flesh feels wonderful under your fingertips as you give it a squeeze
>Looking at her face you see a deep blush on her face as she goes back to pouting
>”You pervert...”
“You’re right about that but,” you move your hand around her leg and up to her waist under her skirt,” you still aren’t wearing panties.”
>”Only because you told me to!”
“Don’t act like you aren’t enjoying it.”
>You move your hand to her right buttcheek, giving it a smack
>”Eep!”
“Come on as much as I’m enjoying this we are really going to be late and this time no nurse’s note will help us.”
>”Fine,” she retorts with a hint of disappointment as she gets off your lap
>You get up too, making sure to pick up your backpack
“Good girl, now lets hurry up and go.”
>She blushes at your comment but you both speed it out of there, only a short moment before the late bell rings
>You two barely reach the door and enter it just as the bell rings, Sombra already about to shut it in your faces
>”Well if it isn’t Anonymous and Sour Sweet, what an unpleasant surprise.”
>Once more that scrutinizing glare freezes you, and sour sweet as well
>”Well? I don’t have all day. Take your seats.”
>hurriedly the two of you take your seats, the class’s attention on the two of you
>including Lemon Zest
>Well shit, hopefully she doesn’t question it too much
>Well Sour Sweet can probably handle it
>”Now open up to page 232.”
>At least the two of you managed to avoid Sombra’s wrath, the class going by as slowly as usual
>Once the bell rings everyone packs up and leaves
>You see Sour alone at her desk, Lemon Zest already leaving with her headphones on as she headbangs away
>One-track mind with that girl, but you won’t complain
you casually approach her
“Same time tomorrow.”
>She nods and you walk away, plans already forming in your mind
>The rest of your classes go by easily enough, the daily grind of being a student already familiar to you
>Time for the last working day of your week
>Your job of pretzel vending is only part-time, monday through thursday
>Your parents insisted, telling you that you still need time for other things
>At first you argued against them but they’re your parents, you had no real chance. However if your idea with your new ‘friend’ works out then you’ll be grateful for their insistence

>Once your final shift of the week ends you head straight home and get to work once more.
>Usually you’ll spend your weekends at home finishing this up but you might just have things to prepare instead so you motivate yourself to finish it all up now.
>You play some music to motivate yourself as you speed it up, heating up some leftovers for a quick dinner as you do.
>It takes a toll on your mental state but you manage to complete it all, including your food.
>Too tired for anything else you prepare for bed and fall asleep as soon as you hit the bed, thoughts of Coco and Sour in mind.

>’Time to wake up motherfucker’
>At least thats what you imagine your alarm telling you as it wakes you up.
>Either way you smack the button to silence it once more, dragging yourself out of bed and straight to the restroom.
>Once all of that’s done you do the usual, thanking your mom for the meal as you head to school.
>Reaching the school you see Coco out front and approach her as she spots you.
“Heya, how you feeling?”
>You hadn’t forgotten about how she suffered too, in her own way.
>”Better, thanks for asking,” she answers giving you a grateful smile.
>You grab your chest, over your heart.
“Your smiles are dangerous you know, way too sweet for me to handle,” you jokingly tell her.
>She giggles at your stupid joke.
>Success.
“So, do you think you’ll head to the room today?”
>She frowns at that
>”I don’t think I’m ready to face her yet. I still feel really bad.”
“Oh, well once you feel better then.”
>”Did anything happen yesterday?”
“Ah well. You aren’t the only one who made her cry now.”
>”Anon! Thats not a good thing,” she tells you with an admonishing tone.
“Yeah I know, but I think she really needed it. Whats that one word again? catarsis?”
>”Catharsis?”
“Yeah that’s it. I think it will help her. She actually seemed kinda remorseful yesterday.”
>”Really?”
“Yep. So it’s fine if you can’t come. I actually have something in mind for this weekend.”
>”Oh,” she says in a low tone.
“I was also hoping you might be up for it too.”
>”I can! I mean I am.”
“Good. I’ll tell you after I get Sour on board. Probably on the phone.”
>”Can’t you tell me now? please?”
>Her pleading look almost gets you to spill but the bell rings, saving you.
“Well would you look at that time for class, seeya Coco.”
>She only gives you a cute pout as you walk away and wave goodbye to her.
>Once in class you go through the motions until lunch arrives.
>Here we go again.
>Once at the room you wait for her to show up.
>you take the time to eat a sandwich you packed.
>Then she shows up, although this time she doesn’t say anything.
“Come here.”
>She obeys you and stands in front of you.
>Lets see how far you can push her.
“Show me.”
>She only looks at you before realization strikes, a fierce blush on her face.

“Well, what are you waiting for? I don’t have all day you know.”
>Her blush is still raging but she puts her hands on her skirt and slowly pulls it up, revealing her pale bare flesh to your hungry eyes.
>You move your hands forward as you lean in and grab a hold of her meaty thighs, giving them a push apart.
>She obeys the silent command and spreads her legs a bit, giving you a better visual of her dripping pussy.
>Slowly you move your hands up to her inner thighs, getting a shiver out of her.
>You keep moving up until your hands are at both sides of her quivering crotch, and with your thumbs you pull back on her skin, spreading her cunt and revealing the beautiful sight within.
“I’ll never get tired of seeing this you know,” you tell her as you look at her blushing face.
>”Pervert!”
>She gives you a weak glare but it doesn’t hide the desire in her eyes.
>Reaching your hands to her behind you give both cheeks a smack and a squeeze, getting a yelp from her.
“Now show me the rest.”
>She gives you a harder glare for the unexpected spank but she still moves her hands to unbutton her shirt, revealing the twin globes in all their glory.
>Well almost all their glory, looks like she took your advice and got some pasties to cover the no doubt hardened nipples underneath.
>Reaching up you cup them underneath with your hand, getting a feel for their weight as you grope the pliant meat.
>You get up from your seat so you can get a better grip of them, looking down at her face, arousal clear as day.
“I’ll be taking these off for now,” you inform her as you pull off the pasties and reveal her pretty pink nips.
>Placing them in your pocket you reach up to the nipples and tug on them gently, getting a moan from your sweet slave.
>”Aah~”
“I would had never told you this before but you always had the best breasts of all your friends.”
>Her aggresive side surfaces, but it’s aggresively sexy as she speaks.
>”You little freak, how long have you wanted to do this.”
“The moment you kept flaunting it whenever you came to my job, you always leaned forward over the counter,” you admit before squeezing her nipples, drawing another moan from her.
“Now though, these belong to me. Say it.”
>Her sweet side comes out now as you lean forward and take a nipple into your lips and suck on it.
>”They only belong to you now, oooh~”
“Good girl.”
>She only lets out a mewling groan at that as you keep having your way with her tits.
>Your boner strains uncomfortably against your pants so you finally let go of her right tit as you reach down and undo your belt and button impatiently.
>This gets her attention as she looks down just as you release your cock.
>”ooh, did I do that?” She smugly asks.
>She’s getting too ahead of herself so you reach down to her wet pussy and stroke it, getting her body to quiver as she lets out a whorish moan.
>Still gripping her breast and cunt you pull her towards the nearest table.

>Once she is by the table you let go and turn her around so that she’s facing it, your cock nestling between her fat asscheeks
>Hotdogging her you lean forward and begin fully undressing her, taking off her unbuttoned shirt and moving back so you can slide her skirt down until she’s once again fully naked before you.
>You grab a hold of her breasts again and fondle them from behind, getting another loud moan from her.
>You lean forward and lay your head against her right shoulder, her long ponytail draping over your head and back.
>You turn your head so her ear is right by your mouth.
“Bend over,” you whisper before leaning forward and nibbling on her earlobe, getting a needy whine from her.
>Without letting go of her breasts the two of you lean forward until your both bent over the table, your cock rubbing against her cunt.
>Looking down over her sweat sheen skin you can’t help but kiss her back, paying special attention to her freckles as she coos contently.
>With one last pinch of her nipples causing her to release a sharp gasp you stand straight, looking at the wonderful sight of her at your complete mercy.
>You rub your cock against her needy pussy, her lips spreading as you get her juices all over your dick, her moans getting louder as you tease her.
>You keep torturing her, after all this is still punishment after all, even if you want nothing more then to take her right now.
>This gets her angry as she turns to face.
>”What the hell are you waiting for bastard, a written invitation?! Stop teasing and get on with it!”
>You only glare at her before gripping the base of her ponytail and forcing her face down on the table.
“Don’t forget who’s in charge here slut,” you tell her as you press her face down harder, but not hard enough to really hurt.
“This is still punishment, so if you don’t play by my rules I’ll just let you stew in your arousal.”
>Then you look down at her wolfishly as you pull on her hair, forcing her to face you as she lets out a pained moan
“But if you were to beg maybe I’ll be a little quicker,” you admit as you thrust your cock against her hungry cunt as her sweet side comes out.
>”Please stop teasing!”
“Now thats better, but tell me what you really want.”
>”I want you to fuck me please!”
“Come on you can beg better then that!”
>”Please shove your cock inside my pussy! I need it!”
>You keep toying with her, tantalizing her as you press your cockhead against her.
“Whose cock do you need?”
>”Your cock!”
>You pull on her hair again.
“Say my name bitch, and I’ll give it to you.”
>”Anonymous!”
>As soon as you hear it you thrust forward, taking her to the hilt as she screams in ecstasy.
>Her tight velvety pussy wraps perfectly around your cock, squeezing it as her juices come squirting out around it.
>Her head falls limply against the table, tongue hanging out of her open mouth as you barely manage to avoid cumming from just sticking it in her.

>You do your best to keep still, trying to calm yourself down as her convulsing pocket tries to milk you.
>Looking down at her, seeing her drowning in pleasure just from you thrusting once is a huge turn-on.
>This is the slutty bitch that tortured you daily, and now she belongs to your cock.
>Looking at your connection you are mildly disappointed at the lack of blood, but knowing how she is now she probably popped her cherry with a dildo or something like that.
>Once you feel more confident that you won’t immediately jizz you pull out until only the tip of your cock is inside, getting her to release a low moan.
>Then in one motion you enter her completely, her body convulsing as she overdoses on pleasure.
>”W-wait! I can’t take anymore plea- ahh~”
>You keep thrusting, not giving her a chance to speak.
“Sorry but I already waited long enough.”
>Without letting up you place both hands on her hips as you pick up the pace a bit, causing her the press her face down as she muffles herself, her muted moan reverberating through the table.
>letting go of her with your left hand you grab her ponytail from the end and wrap it around your hand, pulling her face up so you can hear her clearly.
>She only babbles incoherently between her pleasured cries as you use her hair as leverage when you ram back into her, her pleading only driving you to go faster.
>with your spare hand you move down to her bountiful butt, squeezing the freckled flesh roughly before giving it a hard smack.
>She only lets out a weak wail as her pussy tightens around your rod, the pleasure proving too much as she creams on your dong.
>you keep going regardless as her eyes roll back, her voice falling silent as she gets engulfed in rapture.
>You feel your orgasm coming and while it is tempting to release in her you are still coherent enough to know that’s a horrible idea.
>So with all your willpower you pull out and quickly decide where you will spill your seed
>Going around the desk you aim yourself at her starstruck face and let loose, making sure not to hit her eyes as you give her a facial.
>Once you released your main load you place your tip against her lips, giving her a taste of your final spurts as she weakly flicks her tongue against the intrusion. 
>Once your finished you move back and look at your handiwork, taking in the sight of her.
>Theres no way your forgetting this, especially when you pull out your phone and take a picture of her cum-covered face.
>She’s completely out of it so you grab a hold of her hair and wipe your dick clean with it before pulling your pants back on.
>Well looks like you’ll have to wait for her to wake up so you take a seat and simply bask in the sight of her.
>Neither of you notice that the door that was open just a crack throughout the entire session close slowly as the show ends, a blushing and aroused girl leaving to the bathroom.

“Now that is a nice look for you.”
>She only moans in response.
>Looking around you see a box of tissues on a table.
>The perks of going to a upper-class school you guess.
>Getting up you move over to grab the box and bring it back to her.
>While the idea of forcing her to walk out of here with your cum still on her face is incredibly hot, you don’t want to push your luck too much.
>So you begin wiping her face as best you can, gently cleaning the mess you made of it.
>A few cum-soaked tissues later and you have a relatively clean girl in front of you.
>She’ll still have to get the parts that dried to her skin herself and her hair but at least no one should notice it.
>So you wait for her to come to, caressing her cheek with one hand.
>After a moment she finally comes to, her eyes opening and focusing on you.
“Welcome back to the land of the living sweetie.”
>She blushes before speaking.
>”How long was I out for?”
“Not that long, maybe 5 minutes? I guess you were really pent up huh.”
>”Well yeah you were working me up all week, what did you expect?”
“Hey I’m a guy, it was just as hard for me you know. Anyways we still got some time soooo...”
>”Let me rest already please,” she begs.
“Eh I just wanted to see your reaction, but I do need to discuss something with you. You should get dressed first though,” you remind her as your eyes drift to her naked form.
>She only stretches her body, accentuating her curves before she gives you a playful smirk.
>”What, can’t handle the sight of me now?”
“Hey you can’t hold me liable for my actions if you keep this up,” you tease back.
>”Yeah I guess I better not push it, I already feel out of it.”
>She gets up and picks up her discarded clothing from the floor before putting it on, hiding her body from you.
>However she approaches you before buttoning up her shirt, holding a hand out.
>“I need them back.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
>”I saw you put em in your pocket, so come on.”
“Oh right.”
>Reaching into your pockets you pull out the pasties, however instead of giving them to her you reach out and place them yourself onto her exposed nipples, giving them one last pinch before backing off, her freckled face tinted in that lovely shade of red as a result.
>”Perv.”
“Slut.”
>She only hmmpfs at that before buttoning her shirt up.
>Now you won’t be so distracted when you talk to her about your little weekend idea.
“So now that you are relatively decent, let’s discuss my plans for you this sunday?”
>”You won’t even give me the weekend off?”
“Nope. Anyways I was thinking of going to the beach. A little getaway for me, you, and Coco.”
>She only gives you a flat look.
>”You just want to see us in a bikini don’t you.”
“Yep, and Coco will be designing one special just for you.”
>”Let me guess, it’s going to be revealing isn’t it.”
“Very.” 

>”Fantastic.”
“No need to be so sour about it sweetcheeks, I’m sure someone like you will enjoy yourself. Of course this isn’t the only reason I want the three of us out on the beach.”
>”Really?”
“Yeah, I was hoping you could have a heart to heart with Coco.”
>She grimaces at the mention of her name.
“Hey now, she feels awful for what she did you know, and she’s much more... emotionally vulnerable. So the two of you can make up, after all you feel bad as well don’t you?”
>”...Yeah.”
“There we go then. So I’ll bring a portable grill, a icebox, food and drink, It’ll be a great time for the three of us.
>You’ll also be bringing other things but they’ll be a surprise.
>”I think you’ll get the most out of it but it does sound good.”
“It will be. Anyways I doubt you want me picking you up at your home so I was thinking we can meet up at the park near here and go from there.”
>”Yeah that’s a good idea, I really don’t want to explain to my parents why a guy is picking me up.”
“Then its set. I’ll see you there at 12.”
>You take a quick peek at the clock, lunch is about over.
“Oh and you might want to wash your face before class starts, it looks pretty shiny.”
>She brings her hands up to her face and rubs it, feeling the sticky residue on her face.
>”Gross.”
“Yeah yeah, anyways I’ll be seeing you.”
>You get up and take your leave first, leaving the disheveled girl behind.
>You’ll need to do some shopping, but you enough money saved for a trip to the beach.
>It’s the perfect weather for it and you’ll get to spend some time with Coco and enjoy the view so to say.
>A pretty good deal all around.
>Theres still a few minutes left before class starts so you pull out your phone to send Coco a text.
‘Hey she’s in, meet me afterschool in front so we can talk.’
>It take a while but the read notification pops up, and soon the signal for her typing pops up.
>It keeps going between on and off until finally she sends a message.
>’OK’
>That took a lot of time for just a OK but whatever, it’s probably just how she is.
>The bell rings so you send a ‘seeya there’ before putting your phone back in your pocket and start heading over to class.
>Other students are trickling in as you enter as well. Sombra isn’t there yet but you see Sour Sweet next to Zest, her head rocking side to side.
>You give your slave a knowing look as wave hello at her, getting her to look away.
>You should get her number this weekend, it be great to share some of the photos you took with her.
>Putting that idea away for later you head to a open seat and pull out your book, opening it to the last page you were at before laying your head down to rest on it.
>The memory of you having your way with Sour plays through your mind as you wait for the teacher to show up.
>You are shook out of your daydreams as the door slams shut, the man showing up as he usually does.

>”Well, I see everyone decided to be on time today,” he pointedly said while eyeing you and Sour for a moment as he takes a seat at his table.
>”We will continue where we left off, if you somehow managed to forget in a single day then ask a classmate.”
>He opens his book and immediately starts his lecture. Class goes by like it usually does as you take minor notes in your notebook.
>Soon enough its over as the bell rings.
>”Do not forget, we have a test next Friday, if you have yet to study I highly recommend you do so, or else,” he says threateningly.
>Everyone still takes their leave regardless, yourself included as you head to next class. 
>School is a seemingly endless daily cycle, the thoughts of your weekend plans driving you forward through the rest of it.
>The final bells rings and you are ready to get out of class, even as Ms. Peach-bottom wishes everyone a lovely weekend.
>You already know you’ll have a lovely weekend anyways as you make your way to the front of the school through the bustling waves of students going home.
>Once your out of the masses you wait for Coco to show up, standing aside the main path out of the school as the final students within slowly trickle out.
>Luckily you aren’t left waiting long as you see her familiar face heading out the school.
>You see her looking around so give her a wave of your arm to catch her attention.
>Once she spots you she heads your way, in a oddly cautious manner.
>”Hey Coco.”
>”Hi Anon,” she quietly replies.
“So I met up with Sour and she agreed to my weekend idea.”
>Granted she didn’t have much of a choice but if she had something important to do she would had objected.
>”Is that all that happened?”
>She sounds oddly accusing but you don’t exactly want to tell her you bent Sour over a table and took her like you own her. 
>But you did say you would be upfront and honest with her didn’t you?
“Well I don’t think you want all the details but I had my way with her, if you get what I mean,” you say as best you can.
>That gets her to blush.
>”I-I know.”
“Wait what?”
>She gets a hold of herself before sighing.
>”I wanted to go after all so I opened the door but then...”
>Oh jeez.
“Uh... How much did you see?”
>”E-everything,” she admits bashfully as she faces away from you.
“Ah, well. I don’t really know what to say here.”
>”It’s fine, I understand. You’re a boy and my mom always told me about boys.”
“Hey I’ll have you know I’m capable of more then just that,” you weakly defend yourself.
>However instead of the frown you were expecting she actually smiles, a rather perverse smile.
>”Theres nothing wrong with that, I’m a girl too you know. We also have... desires too.”
>Now you are a astonished yourself, even though you saw hints of this side of her.
>However this is a good thing, a very good thing.
“And what kind of desires do you have exactly hmm?” 

>She only gives you a innocent smile as she gets closer to you, although you doubt how innocent it is after all.
>”You’ll just have to find out yourself.”
>You decide to play along and grab a hold of her by the waist.
“Are you sure, you can’t hold me responsible for what I’ll do.”
>She surprises you as she gives you a kiss on the cheek, causing you to blush.
>It’s weird how you were able to do what you did with sour no problem but a kiss from her short-circuits your flow of thoughts.
>Her quiet giggling is enough to get you back to reality.
“So, uh. What are we exactly.”
>That gets her to pout.
>”Are you acting like a dummy on purpose?”
“Trust me, I don’t need to act.”
>That gets a cute little titter out of her as she looks at you.
>”Well?”
>You gotta do this right so you grab her hand in yours.
“Coco, will you be my girlfriend?”
>”Of course I will!” she answers with the widest smile you seen on her.
>Now its your turn as you lean in and give her a kiss on her plush lips, getting her to ‘eep’ in surprise.
>You only laugh a little at her reaction as you feel ecstatic at the fact that such a cute (and somewhat lewd) girl is your girlfriend.
>But reality hits hard at the worst moments and you remember about Sour.
“So what do we do about Sour. I’m willing to stop dealing with her if you want me to,” you tell her sincerely.
>She gives you a happy little smile.
>“I’m glad you care so much about me but,” her smile turns mischievous,” She’s just our toy after all right?”
>Again you find yourself shocked.
“Are you sure about that? You don’t have to force yourself remember.”
>”I’m sure Anon, like I said I have desires too, and she’s perfect for some of them.”
>You still want to question her but you hold your tongue, after all she’s being really confident now. You don’t want to undermine that.
“Well then maybe my little weekend plan will be perfect for us.”
>”Tell me all about it.”
“A trip to the beach, with some custom made swimsuits designed by the best fashionista I know.”
>”You know other fashionistas besides me?” she coyly asks.
“Nope, so what do you say? You up to design some swimwear?”
>She nods.
“Good, now for our pet make it as slutty as you can while keeping it legal.”
>”And me?”
“Something sexy as well, but a classy kind of sexy you know?”
>”Mhmm, I can do that.”
“Great. I told Sour I’ll pick her up Sunday at the park at 12 but I can pick you up from your home if you want.”
>”I don’t want to deal with my mom and dad asking questions so I’ll be at the park too.”
“So it’s settled then. Would you like a ride home?”
>”Sorry but my mom is going to be here soon to pick me up,” she regretfully says.
“Ah well,” You let go of her hand reluctantly, ”I should probably go too then, before she sees us.”
>”Probably, but first.”
>She gives you her own quick kiss on the lips.

>”Now we’re even.”
“Yeah we are, I’ll see you Sunday then.”
>”I’ll be there, bye!”
“Bye,” you say as you walk away towards your car, waving a hand good-bye as you do so.
>She gives you a cute little wave good-bye as well until you are mostly out of sight.
>Today was a really good day. Probably even the best day, so far.
>You got a cute girlfriend, and the both of you have a slutty girl to toy with.
>It would sound too good to be true if you weren’t experiencing it.
>Either way you head to the mall, not to work but to make some purchases.
>Theres still more then a few things you need to get a hold of for your outing.
>One shopping montage later and you got everything you’ll need in the bags hanging of your arms.
>After that you make your way home in your trusty car.
>Once you arrive you make sure to unload the foodstuffs you brought, you’ll leave the beach stuff in the car.
>Hotdogs and burgers, the staple of any kind of outdoors grilling.
>You aren’t able to buy every kind of soda so you brought coke, squirt, and water.
>And finally a packet of quality sliced cheese and a bag of ice for the cooler.
>Your parents aren’t home yet and since today’s your day off work you are in charge of dinner today.
>You go for some simple spaghetti and meatballs, nice and easy to cook and pretty delicious with the right spices.
>Once its all done in a hour’s time you have a nice pot of food ready for eating.
>And eat you shall, filling your stomach and sating your hunger.
>After that it’s time to do some studying for that test sombrero won’t stop reminding you of.
>You burn out pretty quickly, studying isn’t exactly your thing and before long you find yourself distracted on the internet.
>A part of you wants to text Coco but you’ll wait until tomorrow you think.
>Don’t want to be too quick right? Honestly dating a girl is different then just using Sweet through blackmail.
>Weird relationships aside you find yourself tired so you get ready for bed.
>Once everything you need to do is done you hit the hay, falling asleep near-instantaneously.
>After that Saturday came and went, for once you wanted the day over as quick as possible.
>Your parents asked you what all the stuff was for and for the most part you were honest, telling them about a trip to the beach with some friends.
>Luckily they are nice enough to not pry for details but your mom definitely thinks you have a girlfriend.
>You are not ready to deal with that conversation so you just kept a straight face as best you can as you denied it.
>If only they knew it was two girls. 
>After that awkward conversation you hid in your room and played some video games while texting with Coco.
>Nothing serious, just some casual conversation since it’s important to get to know each other, or at least that’s what you been told.
>The alarm waking you on Sunday was for once greatly appreciated.
>This is it, the moment you were waiting for all day yesterday.