Some extra scenes for after ending 2 of Cheating Elements. Here he fucks Sour Sweet and I hope to finish this and add a Sugarcoat scene later down the line.

>It's been a little over a week since the “incident” with Rainbow Dash and her parents.
>The whole ordeal had left you flabbergasted, to say the least.
>Though, mostly you could say it left you traumatized.
>You've spent a lot of your time letting Lord Anonhammer the Third rest and heal after it had almost broken off from dropping Dash in your last “meeting”.
>You weren't lying though.
>Her mom was indeed hot.
>She seemed to dig you a bit.
>Mite b cool to try and convince Rainbow for a little....
>Too good to be true.
>Best stop that thinking while the going is good.
>Now that over a week has passed, things have been a little annoying.
>Mostly because you' haven't been able to get off.
>You've been letting your dick heal so no sex.
>Not even jerking off.
>You've been pent up for all this time.
>It's about fully healed now.
>But now, Rainbow Dash is out of town for a few days.
>Her Softball team is away at a tournament and she may be gone all weekend.
>You're sort of now appreciating that Dash's legs were essentially open 24/7 to you.
>When she's around.
>Not that big of a deal as you're damn sure you could find an easy lay.
>Tonight was homecoming.
>Lots of school spirit and activities.
>And the big rival football game tonight against Crystal Prep.
>Then end it all with a school dance.
>You are a wide receiver on the team so this is one of the few days where you are treated as a celebrity.
>Lots of girls came up to you, wishing you luck.
>Some real good lookers, too
>Even Twilight wished you well.
>But that ship has sailed long ago.
>You also may want to be careful if you want to bang any of her other friends.
>Last thing you need is more drama between them.
>You make your way to the gymnasium for team and group photos with the cheerleaders.
>Cheerleaders are usually easy pickings for guys on the team.
>School ends and it's time for the game.
>Coach gives his big rah rah speech.
>And you make your way to the field.
>Last few times you've met Crystal Prep it's been blowout losses.
>Hey man, what the hell can a public High School team do against a Privately funded student athlete recruited, superior coached team? 
>Tonight seemed a bit different.
>The team was still good and physical.
>But you've been able to get some cheeky plays over on them.
>Defense made a few plays.
>Got some turnovers.
>Hell you've even styled on a few defensive players yourself.
>Perhaps it's from all your other training since last year.
>Or it could be that it's been a little over two weeks and you haven't had sex or masturbated.
>And these Crystal Prep players are just obstacles you must overcome to get to the great pussaliah. 
>Whatever it is, you have a legitimate shot at winning this game.
>fourth quarter.
>2minutes and 17 seconds remain.
>No more timeouts.
>Your team has the ball on the 50 yard line.
>Third down.
>Down by 4
>You've got one more play before you guys opt for the hail Mary.
>No field goal.
>All or nothing.
>You're lined up in the pistol formation.
>You're the top slotted receiver.
>You've got a guy covering you.
>Man to man coverage.
>Could be dicey.
>Quarterback calls for the ball.
>Play begins.
>You run up to your defender.
>Then stop dead and turn back.
>Quarterback tosses you the ball.
>Shit, you're behind the line of scrimmage.
>You turn to see your fellow receiver has blocked your defender.
>There is a small window for a clear path.
>You take it.
>A fellow O-lineman makes another block to your left side.
>You turn the jet engines on.
>You're running.
>You've got the first down.
>You want to go for more.
>You see a defender in your left peripheral.
>Then another to your right.
>Left guy is closing in.
>You stop your forward movement
>Then you place all your weight on your right foot and step back.
>Left defender is caught off guard and loses his balance.
>You run off to their right as they begin to fall over.
>You've successfully juked that mofo.
>Holy shit You can't believe that worked!
>You now have a clean path to the end zone.
>Touchdown!
>You spike the ball and celebrate with your teammates.
>You then look over to the Crystal Prep sideline to gloat.
>Then you see her.
>Sour Sweet.
>You had totally forgot about her and her little performance back at Summer camp.
>And her offer.
>You and her lock eyes.
>She probably doesn't recognize you with your helmet on.
>She doesn't look happy and has a disgusted look on her face.
>You decide to take your helmet off and continue to celebrate.
>She loses the disgusted look and now has a look of intrigue.
>A good sign.
>You quickly head back to your sideline so the field goal squad and go for the extra point.
>You did your part.
>Now you just need your defense to hold still and make 4 more stops and you win.
>And they do.
>You fucking did it, you absolute madmen.
>Your team rushes the field.
>And so do the other students from school.
>This is a pretty big deal.
>You are being rushed by everybody.
>Damn it feels good.
>You then have to go and shake hands with the opposing team.
>Good sportsmanship and all that.
>Afterwords, you notice Sour in mid argument with a CP player.
>She then walks away from him and towards you.
>She didn't notice you at first.
>Finally she notices you.
>Her facial expression doesn't change.
>Then she is standing right in front of you.
>She is standing with her arms crossed in that signature 'bitch' pose.
>”What the hell do you want.”
>Sore loser much?
>With all the brainpower you currently have, you muster up the best pickup line you could.
“I'm here to claim my prize.”
>Smooth move exlax.
>She hasn't turned away yet.
>”What prize are you talking about?”
>Probably doesn't remember.
“Back during the summer, and your 'performance'”
>You tell her.
“You know what I'm talking about...”
>She was drunk when it happened.
>She scoffs at you.
>”And what makes you think a loser like you could handle this?”
>She flaunts her body in front of you.
>She's still got a nice pair of titties on her.
“Don't play 'dumber than you look', you know what I'm packing.”
>You point down to your crotch.
>”I can easily beat your pussy worse than I just beat your team tonight.”
>Fuck it.
>You decide to gamble and see if she's one of those thots that get turned on over insults.
>Even if she shoots you down, you're damn sure gonna get some from someone back at Canterlot High.
>Her look goes from annoyed to amused.
>”Pfft, think your balls are as big as that dick of yours?”
>You nod confidently.
“Play your cards right and you can see for yourself as they'll be on you tonight.”
>She now has her mouth agape.
>A look of shock on her face as she looks around.
>There isn't anybody close to you two.
“I mean, it's not like I can't go back to my school and find me a good piece of ass there, and you've already made the offer.”
>You then turn to leave
“But if you want to just get banged by a bunch of losers then..”
>You then feel her hand grab your shoulder and turn you back facing her.
>”15 minutes, meet me back here.”
>She then turns to leave back to their locker room.
>Score.

>You rush back to your side of the field.
>It's still packed with Canterlot Students celebrating a huge victory over their arch nemesis.
>Every other step you are stopped and congratulated by fellow students.
>You make your way back to the locker room to try and shower and change.
>First, of course, you need to hear another big speech from the coach.
>Blah blah blah, in it every minute 
>Yak yak yak, a lot of heart out there.
>Proud of you guys, love you all.
>You all huddle up and do a chant.
>Meeting is over.
>You are given a lot of pats on the back and even the game ball.
>A teammate tries to start small talk with you about your play.
>You just say instincts.
>You finally make it to the showers and freshen up.
>You make it back to your locker and realize your only change of clothes are your suit for the homecoming dance.
>Requirement since you're on the Football team.
>Something about them wanting you to look professional.
>Looks like Sour Sweet will be getting a sophisticated dicking tonight..
>Once you're all dolled up and clean, you quickly make your way across the field.
>A few stragglers are still roaming the field.
>Thankfully none of them seem to know or care who you are so there is no awkward conversations.
>You make your way back to where you previously met Sour.
>She was already there and she had also changed her outfit.
>No longer wearing her school color themed cheerleader outfit.
>Kind of a shame.
>Banging a chick in a cheerleader uniform should be on your list.
>But you'll settle for now.
>Which isn't too bad
>She's wearing a skin tight vinyl short tube dress.
>The dress tightly grabbing at her body, highlighting all her curves in the right areas.
>The top part pressing her breasts in and makes them look bigger and more round as they poke out.
>Seems also a bit risque with the dress being in her schools colors of burgundy and navy blue stripes.
>The dress doesn't even go down past her knees.
>You're pretty sure a dress like that is pretty much tailor made for...
>Easy access.
>Better for you.
>You catch up to her and she turns to see you in your nice suit.
>She puts on an amused look.
>”Did you really dress up for a one night stand?”
>You chuckle.
“No, I kinda have somewhere I need to be afterwords.”
>You look up and down at Sour Sweet and her appearance
>You continue.
“But it looks like you're dressed up for the occasion.”
>You then smile at her.
“You planning on getting a train ran on you or something?”
>Her face goes from an amused smile to her familiar scowl.
>”You need to shut the fuck up or we're not doing this!”
>She demands.
>You just shrug your shoulder.
“Eh, it's not like I'm in desperate need to get my dick wet.”
>You begin to turn to leave.
“Like I said before, it's not like I don't have any options, so if you don't want to, then-”
>Before you could walk off, you can feel her hand grab at your jacket sleeve and begin to pull you.
>”Come on!”
>She angrily growls at you.
>She begins to pull you along with her.
>You are led past several students and onlookers.
>You both find your way to the parking lot.
>Moving through the Crystal Prep parking lot, you notice a lot of nice cars.
>BMW's
>Audi's
>Mercedes'
>Lots of current Year model cars.
>Conveniently you both head to the far end of the lot 
>She stops you in front of what you assume is her car.
>A fucking Mercedes G Class?
>It's a luxury Jeep/SUV.
>These things cost damn near six figures!
>Sour pulls a key out of her purse and presses a button.
>The SUV beeps and the lights flash.
>Unlocking the car.
>Damn these Private School bitches with their money.
>She opens the door to the back seat and motions you to get in.
>You don't hesitate and climb inside.
>Sour Sweet then gets in after you and she shuts the door.
>So here you are.
>In a luxury SUV with another chick.
>Things are silent for a minute.
>You take this time to have a look around the car.
“Nice car.”
>You complement.
>”Yeah, it better be.”
>She snarly responds.
“How'd you even have the money to nab one of these?”
>A stupid question.
>You asked anyways.
>”How do you think I got it?”
>She looks a bit annoyed.
>You still answer her anyways.
“My best guess would be Daddy's money.”
>Perhaps you should just cut the small talk and get to business.
>She scoffs at you again.
>”Let's just get this fucking over with.”
>Let's get the fucking indeed.
>You look up and down at her body.
>Undressing her with your eyes.
>Not that it was hard.
>Seems like all she had on was just the strapless tube dress.
>”See anything you like?”
>She asks in a slightly low tone.
>You give her a nod.
“Those are some nice looking titties.”
>You focus your eyes at her chest.
>”Hmm.”
>She hums.
>She takes the hint and she grabs the top of her dress and pulls it down.
>Releasing her large breasts.
>She didn't even have a bra on.
>Her hangers are swaying with freedom.
>Several freckles litter each breast.
>Her areolas were a bit large.
>About the size of silver dollar coins for reference.
>You reach out to touch one of them.
>Sour leans back out of your reach.
>”Not so fast.”
>She says.
>Her head leans forward.
>”Let's see the goods first.”
>You notice her eyes dart a few times to your crotch area.
>She doesn't have to tell you twice.
>You undo your belt and unzip your zipper.
>And pull out your mostly erect dick.
>You give it a few pumps while staring at Sour's tits.
>The thought of your cock sliding in between those pillow-like mounds is just enough for it to stiffen up.
>You let it stand up in all it's glory.
>Sour's reaction is half amazement and half frightened.
>”Holy shit!”
>She says wide eyed.
>”I didn't realize it was THIS big!”
>Always a welcome reaction.
>You put on a smug smile and sit back in the seat.
>Sour slowly reaches for and grabs your member.
>She begins to give it a few small strokes.
>Her hand is a bit cold.
>But quickly heats up after a few pumps.
>While she is still preoccupied with your member you make a second go at her tits.
>This time she doesn't stop you and you're able to get a nice handful of her fleshy goodness.
>You fondle it briefly and let a single breast lay on your palm.
>There is a good amount of weight to it.
>You begin to cup it, giving it a few squeezes 
“I can say the same for these tits of yours.”
>She giggles and then lets out a little chirp as you now grab her nipple in between your index and thumb.
>Pinching it.
>Her nipple starts to harden as you lightly pull it towards you.
“Would love to get my cock in between them.”
>You tell her in a low tone.
>Sour lets out a hum in reaction.
>She begins to lean forward.
>Following your hand that is still pulling at her nipple.
>You finally let go.
>”Hmm, we do this right and you might get to.”
>She teases as she begins to make her decent to your now throbbing penis.
>You feel your tip be engulfed in the familiar sensations of a warm and moist mouth.
>You exhale in pleasure as you can feel more of your dick seamlessly glide into Sour Sweet's mouth.
>Then you feel your tip hit the back of her mouth.
>She slides her mouth back up to your tip.
>Then she once again makes her way down a little faster this time.
>This time the previous restriction of the back of her mouth are gone as you now feel your dick dive deeper into her throat.
>She's done this before.
>She begins to go at a rhythm.
>Then she gets more comfortable by resting her knees on the carseats.
>Her ass is now extended in the air to your left.
>With her on all fours next to you on the seat and with her dress being so short, her dress rides up and reveals her bare ass with a single black string lined in her crack.
>She's wearing a black g-string.
>You extend your left arm to reach her ass.
Your hand reaches her backside and you grab a handful of her cheek.
>She moans in response to your actions.
>You then continue your work by rubbing her ass cheek.
>Giving it a squeeze every few rotations.
>After a few of those, you finally lift your hand and quickly bring it down for a loud smack.
>”Ah!”
>She lets you out of her mouth so she can let out a loud moan.
>”Mmm, you like that?”
>She tries to sweet talk you some more but you take your right hand and rest it on top of her head and push her back down on your dick.
>”Mmph!”
>She is taken back at your reaction but doesn't resist.
“I didn't say stop.”
>You pivot your hips upwards to push more of you into her mouth.
>She tries to pull her head up but your hand keeps it in it's place.
>Your left hand gives her ass another spank.
>She yelps with you still in her mouth but she stops resisting.
>Letting you push further into her mouth then throat.
“That's a good girl.”
>You hum in delight at her now lack of resistance.
>She giggles in response as she continues to polish your shaft.
>After your left hand has had it's fun with her bottom, you decide to go a little further.
>Your hand begins to trace her g-string down her crack until you reach the pot of gold at the end.
>And by pot of gold, you mean her mound.
>Your hand easily pushes aside the single piece of fabric of her g-string and begin to lightly trace her folds with your index and middle fingers.
>She gasps and stops for a moment too long
>You then take your hand back up to her ass and slap her other cheek.
>*Smack*
>”Mmph!”
>You put a little more 'oomph' in that one as the resulting sound caused your ears to pop.
>Sour lets out another loud moan that, of course, was muffled out due to you being in her mouth. 
>You once again press your right hand down on her head to continue her task.
>Once she is back at it, your left hand once again makes its decent down to her valley.
>Again using your index and middle fingers, you once again trace her opening.
>Sour starts to wiggle her backside and whines.
>You continue to tease her and trace her mound until she starts sucking you a lot faster.
“Mmm, that's it.”
>You complement her as you finally plunge your fingers into her.
>She briefly lets you out her mouth to let out a sigh of relief, giving your shaft a few pumps in the meantime.
>Once she continues to blow you, you in turn continue your finger assault on her sex.
>You begin to finger her at a moderate pace.
>Her hips swaying back and forth, riding your fingers as if it were a penis.
>You quicken your pace as you feel her getting wetter by the second.
>Her insides are getting warm.
>Her moans are getting shorter and quicker. 
>You decide to get more aggressive and plunge your fingers as far in as they can go and as fast as your hand lets you.
>Sour Sweet, in turn, begins to aggressively suck you off.
>You feel the pressure around your cock get tighter.
>Her moans are now getting more rough, devolving into growls.
>Her pussy is sloppy and wet.
>She's just about ready.
>You give her a few more finger thrusts and wiggle your fingers in her for added affect.
>She's wet enough now that she's dripping all over your hand
>You take your fingers out of her and you push her off your dick.
>”Huh?”
>Your movements confused her for a moment until you then readjusted your position.
>You then push her onto her back.
>Easier said than done.
>Being in the back seat of a car, there was little wiggle room to get things done gracefully.
>Even in a luxury SUV such as this.
>You now have her ready in the missionary position.
>Her right leg is draped over your left shoulder and your left leg is tucked into the seat.
>You're hunched over a bit from the limited head space in the car.
>Work with what you got.
>Your dick is so ready to pound her into oblivion.
>You both lock eyes.
>There is an intense lust in her eyes that not even Rainbow Dash can match.
>As a last bit of teasing, you bring your left hand that you used to finger Sour Sweet up to your mouth and give her juices a taste.
>Salty, bitter and a bit of earthy.
>Which is weird.
>But not bad.
>Your eyes were locked with Sweet's the entire time.
>She begins to breathe heavily with a smile on her face.
>Finally at long last, you position your member right at her opening.
>And plunge in with no hesitation.
>You slide all the way in with no problem.
>”Ahh!”
>Sour yells out loud at you entering her.
>Even with your size and length, you have to admit she's not the tightest you've felt.
>But still a welcome feeling as you know you can move freely in her.
>Also you can tell she's not a virgin.
>But that was expected.
>You and pull almost all the way out of her except for your tip.
>And then push all the way in.
>Looks like there is no need for a slow start.
>You then grab her leg that is draped over you and begin to rock in and out of her.
>”Ohhhhh FUCK!!”
>She screams a loud.
>You start to go at a much more aggressive pace.
>Almost slamming into her.
>It's almost uncomfortable for you in this position as, again, you are fucking in the backseat of a car.
>But you press on.
>You've barely only pumped into her a few times but she's already squiring all over your waist.
>”Yes! Yes! YES!”
>Fuck this bitch is loud.
>You look up and out the window of the car and thankfully you don't see anyone around.
>You're also thankful that these windows are tinted so you can't easily see in.
>But you also know damn well that the sex is causing the car to rock back and forth.
>On one hand you may want to make this quick because if it.
>On the other hand, fucking her brains out may lead to another fuck buddy for you.
>As you were contemplating your options Sour only got more aggressive herself in her screams.
>”FUCK ME DADDY!!!”
>Damn it you hate that line.
>You simply growl at Sour Sweet and you lean in to get better leverage.
>You have her in pretty much a half mating press with her single leg now pushed up towards her.
>You