A Little Dash Will Do
Chapter 34: Princess Zestea
-by Drace Domino

If the girls of Canterlot High were going overboard with their magic amulets, the students of Crystal Prep weren’t far behind. The Shadowbolts had been enjoying using them on each other ever since Rainbow Dash and Sunset Shimmer had given them a few to play with, and aside from one or two getting confiscated by an exasperated Principal Cadance they had brought them all sorts of endless, carefree pleasure. The Crystal Prep girls couldn’t often be described as “friendly,” and yet now that they were all getting consistently laid they were getting along better with just about everyone. Relations between Crystal Prep and Canterlot High were soaring, the girls were finding new friends outside their clique, and even within their circle of friends bonds were closer and tighter than they had ever been before.

At least when they weren’t fighting with one another. Then they could be just as catty, petty, and childish as ever.

“No. I’m still not talking to you.” Sugarcoat lifted her nose as she kept walking, clutching her books tighter to her chest. She was walking through the school’s halls on her way to the parking lot at the end of the day, and was followed closely by Lemon Zest. The green-haired girl padded swiftly behind her, folding her hands together in a pleading gesture.

“C’mon, pleeeeease?” She begged, and stuck her lower lip forward in a tiny pout. “Indigo Zap’s at her track meet, and I was really hoping to have some fun tonight. You can’t still be mad, can you? Not mad enough that you don’t want to fuck, right?!” Sugarcoat paused in her tracks, turned to look squarely at Lemon Zest, and narrowed her gaze in a look of pure irritation.

“You know exactly what you did,” Sugarcoat practically growled, and tightened her fingers around the edges of her book. She was nearly seething, her gaze piercing the other girl through the lenses of her glasses. “I’d rather sit at home jerking off all night. Which I plan to do.”

“Aww, but we can have so much more fun than that!” Lemon Zest continued to pout, stepping close to her friend and stretching an arm out. Sugarcoat didn’t pull away when she slipped an arm around her shoulders, though she did continue to glare at the other girl the entire time. In truth, Lemon Zest didn’t actually know why her friend was mad...for a girl as utterly blunt as Sugarcoat, she had been infuriatingly vague about it. “It’s like what those Canterlot High girls say. Friendship and forgiveness and all that dorky stuff!”

“Hmph.” Sugarcoat’s response was curt and short, and she trembled angrily within Lemon Zest’s grip. “Then maybe you should go let one of the Canterlot High girls fuck you. Rainbow Dash will put her dick in anything.”

“Yeah, but I’m...y’know, I’m kind of not feeling the whole ‘friendship is nice’ speech afterwards.” The other girl’s expression soured. “You head over to visit one of them, and next thing you know you’re eating pie with the cowgirl one while she rambles about honesty, or putting on a fashion show with the fancy one, or brushing a gopher’s fur with the hippie one…” She finally gave a scoffing noise, and lightly stamped her foot. “Aww, come on, Sugarcoat! What’s it going to take to get you to forgive and fuck-get?!”

Sugarcoat, without a second’s worth of hesitation, responded with precise terms so fast that it was clear she was waiting for exactly that question.

“I want to fuck you while I’m dressed like my Ogres & Oubliettes character.” Her words were blunt and clearly not up for debate. “You’ll be dressed as an elf princess. I have outfits ready and everything.” Lemon Zest blinked in surprise at the other girl’s terms, but was in no position to refuse. If she wanted to get laid tonight, it was either go along with Sugarcoat’s demand or spend her evening deep in Canterlot High friendship sauce.

“Okay, you’ve got a deal.” She finally nodded, before lifting her brow and giving Sugarcoat a dubious look. “...but you’re going to have to promise up front you’re not going to tell anyone.”

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Canterlot High friendship sauce. Those girls were deeply uncool, and yet...Lemon Zest couldn’t help but feel a bit uncool herself in that moment. She was laying on Sugarcoat’s bed waiting for the other girl to finish getting dressed, while she herself was wearing an outfit that was somehow slutty, nerdy, and perfectly fitting all at the same time. On the surface the blue bikini top and loincloth she had slipped on weren’t particularly dorky, at least until someone looked close enough to see the embroidery of elvish script around the edges. Still, it left her smooth, long legs exposed and showed off her trim belly, making sure she at least looked appealing while she read like a fantasy book. The strangest thing of all tied into the same reason she wasn’t able to wear her precious headphones that evening - a pair of fake elf ears. Her long green hair was swept back to make way for them, and Lemon Zest was surprised at how well they fit. Surprised...and a little disturbed. The fit was fine, and they so perfectly matched her pink skin tone that it was clear Sugarcoat had been planning this.

“...I didn’t even know that she played this nerd stuff,” Lemon Zest murmured, looking down at her loincloth and casually tugging at it. “Maybe I need to start spending time with a much cooler group of girls.” Her train of thought was cut off when the bathroom door suddenly flung open, and Sugarcoat stormed in with her full costume draped across her slender body. Her silver hair was pulled from its pigtails so it could cascade wildly around the sides of her head, the magical amulet was draped around her neck, and she wore an outfit that wasn’t terribly unlike Lemon Zest’s own. The only difference was that her bikini and loincloth were a darker brown color, and where Zest’s was feminine and elf-y, Sugarcoat’s was marked with scuffs and battle damage. She even carried with her a prop two-handed axe from a Halloween store to complete the image of a purple-skinned, nearly-feral barbarian.

Wearing glasses. Those hurt the image just a bit.

“Worry not, Princess Zestea!” Sugarcoat roared, letting her gaze dart towards the other girl and give her an aroused once-over. “I, Warcoat the Insatiable, have slain the trolls that captured you! Surely, you’re planning on offering yourself up as a reward for this grand deed!”

Lemon Zest merely stared wide-eyed at the spectacle going on before her. Her first instinct was to burst into laughter before immediately texting all the other girls to let them know what Sugarcoat was into, but that was quickly set aside considering it would mean admitting that she was taking part in it. Instead, the elf princess merely drummed her fingers on one of her knees, and took a long, deep sigh.

“Whoo...you are really into this stuff, aren’t you?” She rolled her eyes, completely out of character. “When do you do all this, anyway? You’ve never mentioned this to any of us.” For good reason, of course. The other Shadowbolts would’ve had a field day teasing her if they did. When Sugarcoat gave her a harsh glare Lemon Zest merely sighed again and rolled her shoulders, letting her voice fall into a smoother tone that had just a hint of floaty fantasy flair. “Ohh, brave hero! I have been waiting for so long. Please take your reward of my little elf pussy, if it pleases you.”

“Pleases me, it does!” Sugarcoat beamed, stomping forward and braving a foot at the edge of the bed. From that vantage point Lemon Zest could clearly see just past the loincloth, enough to tell that her friend was rock hard from the roleplay. If it got her that stiff and gave Lemon Zest a good pounding, maybe it wouldn’t be all bad! Sugarcoat beamed as she leaned in close, ready to pounce upon her prize. “Or should I say...please me, it shall!”

And with that, Warcoat the Insatiable charged to claim her reward and sully the elf maiden’s honor with her thick barbarian dick.

Putting aside the ridiculous dressing of the moment, Lemon Zest soon found herself pinned underneath a very eager and a very aroused Sugarcoat. The girl’s hands were simply everywhere right from the very beginning, grasping at Zest’s breasts, squeezing her rear, and even pulling a fistful of her hair so she could press their lips together. Lemon Zest had to admit; she was surprised by that initial wave of passion and it gave her goosebumps in a way she had not expected. Sugarcoat was always blunt to the point of rudeness, but this barbarian side of her was something else entirely. It wasn’t just her words that were on the surface but her actions as well, and she wasn’t shy about letting Zest know how much she wanted her by the steady grinding of her hips. Zest found herself gasping into a kiss she very quickly lost control of against a wildly wiggling tongue, and by the time their lips parted her loincloth had already been pulled aside and Sugarcoat’s cock was fully exposed. Zest gasped as she felt the tip brush back and forth over her nethers, and she moved her hands to brace them to her friend’s shoulders.

“Oh...W...Warcoat.” She swooned, spreading her thighs to give the other girl more room to work with. If playing into the fantasy helped Sugarcoat embrace this rough side of her, she was more than willing to nurture it. “Time to, uh...storm the gates!”

Sugarcoat grunted her agreement as she lunged forward, thrusting her cock into Lemon Zest’s slit with one firm, solid strike. Though they had only just gotten started the girl’s entrance was well-moistened and eager to receive her friend, even with the strange window dressing that went along with it. The girl’s purple shaft was a tight fit within the little pretend princess, and Sugarcoat wore a wide smirk with her silver locks dangling wildly at the sides of her head. Glasses aside, she did her best to look the role of a barbarian fresh from battle eager to claim pleasures of the flesh in return for a job well done.

Her thrusts were steady and firm at first, and though the girl was inexperienced with wearing one of the amulets her enthusiasm more than made up for that fact. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room around them, playing in a harmony to the sudden gasps that Lemon Zest found herself making. She was used to having Indigo Zap thrusting into her on any given evening, and Sugarcoat was already making a case for her own style. A little sloppier, a little more wild, and consisting of deep thrusts rather than Zap’s short, rapid style. Lemon Zest couldn’t help but giggle as she wrapped her arms around the other girl’s shoulders, pulling her in and whispering just before she let their lips press together once more.

“That’s it, Warcoat...fuck my little elf pussy…” From there her lips parted and once more their tongues wrestled together, just as Zest let her ankles lock behind the other girl’s back. She tightened her grip and made sure that Sugarcoat wouldn’t be breaking free of her anytime soon, making it easy for the cosplayer to thrust into her with every ounce of energy she could muster. It helped keep Sugarcoat’s inexperienced thrusts on target, making sure that she didn’t accidentally flop out at a critical moment.

Lemon Zest still didn’t know what she did to make Sugarcoat so mad last week, but she was pretty confident that she was making up for it with every passing second. Sugarcoat’s cock was stretching her tender hole and sending shockwaves of pleasure through them both, especially when she pounded herself down to the hilt and held herself there as they relished in the closeness. Lemon Zest’s hands went from shoulders to locks of silver hair to teasing her nails down the other girl’s back, unable to experience just one aspect of her before craving to touch another. Her head was swimming, her heart was racing, and she was experiencing far more pleasure than she was expecting to have that night. She had started that day looking for a cock to fill in for Indigo Zap, but she certainly didn’t think she’d be getting laid by such a talented partner!

“You’re...you’re safe now, Princess Zestea!” Sugarcoat growled through the kisses as she continued to thrust, pushing her relatively small body to slam forward with great authority. Her knees were already weary and a noticeable line of sweat collected to her bro, yet she continued to crash against the other girl’s lap no matter the strain. After all, she had slain plenty of trolls to earn that pussy! The harder she went the more wonderfully Lemon Zest responded, groaning in pleasure and drawing nails down her back, or pressing her mouth against the girl’s throat to offer intense, wet kisses over her flesh. Her legs tightened around Sugarcoat’s waist to keep her firmly trapped inside, and when the silver-haired girl made her final push Lemon Zest squeezed as hard as she was able. Her fingers tightened upon Sugarcoat’s shoulders just as her legs locked firmly around her, and her eyes went open with a healthy dose of shock as she felt her friend start to squirt.

“Oh...ohh, Warcoaaaaaat!” she howled into the bedroom, her own body falling into a series of wet, tight spasms as she felt her pussy flood with cum. Sugarcoat’s throbbing member was unloading a payload of cum that one simply wouldn’t expect from a girl her size, and the longer that she hilted herself inside of Lemon Zest the more she seemed to unleash. Rope after rope of creamy white sloshed within the girl’s tender entrance, and both of them remained connected even after their shared climax was over. They were both marked with sweat and more than just a little winded, and considering the fact they were bound to go for another round it seemed like a good idea to catch their breath.

“W...Well fuck. My hero.” Lemon Zest gasped, and shuddered as she felt some of the warm cream slowly leak from the seam of her pussy and Sugarcoat’s cock. She didn’t care much for her character anymore, and even moved a hand up to rip the fake ears from her head and toss them aside. As she still struggled to catch her breath, her eyes darted back to Sugarcoat’s face just in time to see the girl straightening her glasses and smoothing her hair out. “I wanted a wild fuck, but when you made me dress up in this outfit...whew. I didn’t know what I was going to get, but that was amazing!” Sugarcoat, just like always, didn’t mince any words in her immediate response.

“I’m incredibly sexually repressed,” she spoke up in full admission, and gave a tiny shrug. “And this was a lot more fun than just jerking off in the outfits.”

“I bet.” Lemon Zest chuckled, and allowed her hands to drift to the sides of Sugarcoat’s head. She toyed gently with her friend’s hair, before idly starting to pull it back into the pigtails she was accustomed to. While she worked, both girls enjoyed a satisfying sigh from the continued warmth shared between them. A still-stiff cock resting within a pussy filled with cum, a perfect recipe for sweet contentment between friends. When she finished pulling the other girl’s hair back into pigtails, Lemon Zest finally arched a brow and gave Sugarcoat a curious look. “When did you start playing this weird nerd game, anyway? I’ve never heard you mention Ogres & Oubliettes once.”

“I...uh...I started playing with some of the girls from Canterlot High after the Friendship Games,” Sugarcoat admitted with a blush, the first time she wavered in her statements. It was hardly an easy thing to admit, gaming with the enemy. “It’s...fun. You should join us sometime.”

“Maybe.” Lemon Zest let her shoulders roll once more, and she leaned in close to press a tiny kiss to Sugarcoat’s throat, complete with an alluring, cooing whisper. “Maybe you should try and convince me with another round of roleplaying?”

“I could do that.” Sugarcoat smirked, and started to pull back. Instantly she could feel her cream start to leak from Lemon Zest’s slit, and she had to take a deep, sharp breath to keep herself in check. “But how about this time we switch costumes?”

Lemon Zest merely giggled, and gave an enthusiastic nod as she started to sit up with her friend. It was a good thing Indigo Zap was out of town, since she almost certainly would’ve teased them for having an evening of filthy, slightly nerdy fun. By the time morning came, Lemon Zest would’ve absolutely made amends for whatever she did to piss Sugarcoat off...though she’d likely never know what exactly that was.

Not that it mattered, since now the two had their own little secret to share.

End of Chapter 34.

Author's Notes:

Nerd sex! It happens, yo. Comic Cons are just a big greasy orgy in the hotel afterwards.

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