Still Can't Help Myself
My Little Pony: Equestria Girls three-shot; a sequel based on a previous story.
This story takes place five months after Can't Help Myself; by this time, Spike and Sunset are fairly closer than before. Then in the near-end of March, during what is meant to be a very casual party to celebrate their Spring Break vacation, one thing becomes pretty clear: a drunk Sunset, a curious/nervous Spike, and a blacked-out Twilight makes for a very lewd scenario waiting to happen.
[Sunset/Spike/Twilight triangle pairing]
AU (half-dragon/human Spike), takes place from Spike's POV
Rated M for a very inebriated woman, a fair share of cussing, and a couple of smutty but amusing situations ahead.
If there's one thing about high school that's worth mentioning, it's that the last year is always where shit begins to fall apart. Especially when you're an adult at this time; that just stacks stress onto more stress that you already get with having to keep up with the grades and trying to send yourself home happy, and it all makes a meltdown sandwich by the end if you're not careful.
When those times come to take a breather from all the pencils and chalkboards of life, it really helps you, y'know? And I don't mean by just simply sitting around the house and sleeping off your days. Nah, I'm always on my toes. Mainly because Twilight and I agreed to not just plant our faces in the books during all of these vacations; trust me, becoming a social outcast in this part of the world is an absolute death sentence to your brain. So that's why we arrange these little casual parties whenever we get a few days' break from the lockers, backpacks and weird teachers, just between us and a handful of friends.
Winter break, Thanksgiving break (after the family comes by, of course), mid-winter break, et cetera; even sometimes whenever school gets snowed out, we still find a way to get together and mingle around. Of course, spring break is the next on the list of "times where we can give going to school the middle finger". So the party must have been at least only as calm and friendly as the rest, right?
Well, it took a lot of out me, so I'm not too sure how calm this really was. There was quite a bit of dancing going on around me, but it's just stopped now that the party's practically over. Now I'm just slumped in this chair, just trying to rest the night away, as the party just fades away, and everyone just heads back to their homes...
Almost everyone, I mean.
You remember Sunset Shimmer, right? You know, the girl who I shot my load on a few months back? First things first, we aren't exactly an item, even after all that. Secondly, I do still thank her for helping me through the awkward phase of the age-18 business; at the very least, I'm glad it was someone I know, and someone who isn't too much older than me (she's 21 right about now; her birthday came by a month after what happened in the stall that one day, so it's not like she's much older than me at this point). Naturally, she was one of the first to accept an invitation.
So she brought a lot of beer. Guess the St. Paddy's stuff wasn't going to be left behind for just a few more days. I probably shouldn't be so surprised; either she REALLY wanted to enjoy her alcoholic freedom, or she's part-Irish. Most likely, the first one. Of course I had none of it; three years too early for me, Sunny.
With the party over, it's just her, me, and Twilight, and I know pretty well that Twilight is trying to sleep off the loads of alcoholic delight over there on the couch on the other side of the room. Shimmer said she was stay here for the night. Pfft, yeah, I wonder why.
When you're the only sober person around, and can notice a few more things that other, more buzzed, goers don't, you can usually tell if someone's had one too many. I haven't really seen her much since the party ended. Last time we spoke was a few minutes ago when she was off to the bathroom for the moment, but I could definitely sense the intoxication in her breath. Does the second-hand thing work for beer around here? She can keep the hard stuff down pretty well, though. Shows me pretty well how hard she can keep herself under control-
...to a limit at least, because she's just fallen right onto my lap.
Just right out of my clear vision, she's just tumbled down on top of me like a clumsy little oddball. Guess there is a limit for her.
"Whoops!" she laughs, not helping herself to just burst into a brief giggling fit.
Okay. Yeah, she's kept drinking, no doubt about it, 'cause the alcohol levels in her breath have doubled somehow.
I can't help but chuckle a bit myself. "You okay?" I ask.
"I'm-I-I-I'm fine..." Sunset slurs out with a light smile, twirling through the red and yellow swirls of her hair.
"I can clearly see why you don't want to get back home." I retort. At this point, I'm going to at least try to hold a conversation with this drunken ball of goof.
"C-cars are... death traps when combined with alcohol..." Sunset begins to ramble drunkenly. "And... I think walking is even more of a sh-shitty idea..."
I grin and try to hold back any snickering, as I jokingly consider, "I could always carry you."
And she just wheezes with laughter, as she burrows a hand into my green hair (it's oddly natural) and gives it a playful rubdown. "But I like hanging out with you guys. I-I almost want to live here, you-you know? That way, I-*hic*-I have a bit more time before the party to just bump and grind with you, you know?" Driving the point across, she briefly gyrates her hips on top of me.
Holy Christ, when she does that, and she's wearing those pitch-black leather jeans at almost all times... little miss Shimmer, you tempt me. Oh lord...
Trust me, I'm trying to slack my bone as much as possible with her sitting on me like this, and I'm definitely trying to keep away from thinking about our little private time back in October. That's just further fuel to the fire that I don't need.
I swallow and nod, "Yeah. Yeah, I know what you mean."
I think I'm starting to sink into my seat a little; I begin to adjust and scooch back. This could be easier without a full-grown woman in primarily leather apparel sitting on my lap.
Sunset sways momentarily on top of me, visibly heaved by my sudden movement underneath her. "Whoa..."
I turn back to make eye contact with her. "What?"
"Are y-are you doin' okay?" she asks me, still a bit slurred but still slowly regaining composure. "Y-you seem a bit nervous."
I shrug. "Well, you are kinda using me as a chair..."
So how many times have I made her crack up within the last couple minutes? Don't know if the beer in her system is helping or not with that.
At this point, I can't help but think... ...she's pretty hot when she laughs.
I think our little chat has virtually just faded out; now I'm just sitting and breathing, and Sunset's still sitting on me, resting her head on my right shoulder. I think she's even humming a little. She must be trying to beat me in being the most relaxed between the two of us.
Alright. Understandable. Girl needs her sleep, that's a good idea. Hangover or not, there's not much you could do after a party. We're all in a different spot to rest after the the festivities have ended, so if she wants a little sleeping buddy tonight, I think I could be the suitable candida—she's gnawing on my ear.
I mean, it's not hurting me, but it's a little... much. It's kinda keeping me awake, I'm honestly a little weirded out.
I wrap an arm around her to slowly pry her off my ear. "Sunset, I-I'm flattered, trust me, but-"
And now she's just forced her lips onto mine. Holy shit, Shimmer, why the hell...? Okay, I'm alright with just letting this go on, but that's mainly because I wanna know if this is the beer doing the kissing or just her truly wanting me.
After about 10 seconds in this lip-lock, she inches away from me, staring very deep into my eyes. Holy crap, she practically looks lost in there.
I can't help but drone out... "Uhhhhhh..."
"W-what? What's wrong?" Sunset looks a little confused.
On second thought, I might not want to mention it. I shake my head a little as I look away from her. "...Nothin'."
"Are you—are you, are you sure about that?" Sunset stammers out, lightly laughing a little more, in doubt that it isn't anything important or somethin'. "'cuz what I'm feelin' of you down here says oootherwiiise."
Wait what?
…
Oh crap. She's right. I think the kiss threw me off or something. I've been trying to keep myself down since she clung onto me, in a desperate attempt to handle myself as I get older, but now...
…this half-breed is definitely sprouting something hard down here right now.
And I think she can feel it.
"Oh, Spike… adulthood's really changin' you for the better, huh?" Shimmer sighs lovingly towards me. "Sometimes, it feels like you... you just need t-to lose yourself in someone's eyes... you know?"
Sunset's smile seems to be growing more tempting. She's still a bit too-shitfaced from her beer to sound 100% competent, although her voice is dwelling into a tone that I don't think I could resist. The eye-fucking is absolutely not putting me at an advantage, either. That, and I think her swiveling hips have returned, and it doesn't look like she's willing to stop this time, either.
Hnnggg... dammit... leather... my one weakness.
I figure there's no way out of this without feeling like a cock-blocker. Besides, she's probably one of the hottest chicks I've met, so this could definitely be worth it. At least, the second time, anyway.
Oh, fuck it.
I plunge back in and return the favor with another kiss. This time, I'm not gonna try to hold her back, or myself either, for that matter. This kiss wasn't just mouth-to-mouth like the last, it was tongue-to-tongue as well. Yeah, Sunset Shimmer may be a little drunk, but it seems like she was longing for me long before the party, based on the fact that she immediately accepted our return to the lip-lock that sealed it.
Moaning deeply, transitions from her sitting-sideways position on my loins, to just straight up straddling my hips like a saddle. What do they call that? The cowgirl position? I've watched a bit of porn over the last couple years, so I think I got the basic positions down. Hopefully I'll actually be able to use them soon.
Any breaks we give each other in this spit-swapping session only lasts for a good part of a second. I think by this time, we've been going in deep in making out for a good half a minute.
Ohhhh-h-h-hhhoo, I am flat-out locked and loaded down here.
Again, I'm pretty sure she notices this, too, since she's beginning to bring an arm down my shirt. She gets lower... and lower... and she's reached the zipper. Oh hell yeah.
We're both looking down at my raging stiffness at this point, and it is bulging out of my jeans, even when the zipper slowly comes down. Neither of us seem to have any trouble releasing the throbbing out into fresh air, either; my cock just simply breaks through with a SHLOOP! No seriously, I think some pre-cum dribbled out of me while her ass rubbed down on me, and it audibly let it flop out with a weird slippery noise. I swear, we're both trying to hold back laughter; this type of stuff isn't really comedic business, unless you're in an adult comedy.
I haven't really looked at my penis that much, even when showering or jerking off, but I am fairly certain I've grown a bit since October. I have really got to measure it sometime, I swear it's about eight or nine inches, which even by age standards, it's a bit of an early-bloomer sort of thing. Maybe dragon blood improves it.
But still, I am starting to feel that same sensation of satisfaction that I felt back then in the stall. Except I think it's slightly gotten even more satisfying.
Sunset's really got a good grip on my cock, as she shafted me. Somehow, she's improved; not by much, since she's already handled it down pretty well and almost perfected her handjob craft. Nothing much to do right now but to sit and watch her and her curvy body shake my member up and down.
We share a few more light kisses; the eye contact is mostly off my cock, but we both know she's still working on it down there.
"You... you're one hell of a girl, you know that?" I compliment her, holding a bit of my breath to avoid interrupting myself with a moan from her shafting me.
"Yeaaah, I do my best." Sunset responds, her smile growing from my polite little comment. She seems to be sobering up a little. She's still going, though, so that's a further guarantee that this is her wanting me with little filtering to authenticate it.
"I... *slight chuckle* I can't help but feel we're actually growing a bit of a legit... *hnng...* a legit... t-thing" My rebuttal is a little awkward, since I'm in the spur of pleasure.
God damn, has she have her hand locked in on my member, clinging on to it in this steady, consistent pace. Her looks, and her experience with holding her own against a cock, is getting me hot. So hot I'm beginning to sweat, and it's really giving her the incentive to keep going.
Sunset bends down deep towards my stone-stiff cock, and gives the tip a long and luscious lick. Then she just goes down deeper, and gets my tip completely in her mouth. HJ to BJ: nice transition.
With every dip back down, she takes one inch after another, gradually taking in my whole cock within seconds. It's really electrifying when someone begins to deep-throat you and barely have any trouble doing so. Experience seems to be the key here. Her tongue travels around my hard-on, sloppily licking everything, from the veins popping out to the very base of the penis.
I can't really help myself; I couldn't just watch. I begin to pat down on Sunset's head, feeling around in the stripes of gold and crimson of her hair, while holding her down. Go deep. Real deep. Not too deep, though; I'm kinda scared I might cause her to gag a little, like last time. Hopefully what I've learned from that day causes true improvement for me in the art of being blown. With the other hand, I casually feel my ballsack up and down. It won't do much, but it's better off that I put both my hands to use while Shimmer sucks me off.
A smug smile just crawls across my face, as I continue to comment, "This is..." I stop to laugh, feeling a little accomplished myself, "this is fuckin' great..."
Sunset glares up at me and replies with a small smile, or at least as much of a smile she can do while her mouth holds onto my dragon/man-meat.
Releasing me from her mouth, she follows up with a verbal reply. "You... you ffffuckin' deserve it."
I'm fairly flattered by her response. "Do I really?"
She moans out, "Yeeeaaah."
I think some of the effects of the several cans of beer mentally have slowly started to fade from Sunset Shimmer. She's still real buzzed, but I think she's beating the distorted coordination. Not that handjobs, blowjobs, or sex altogether, need that much coordination that it would be so clumsy when done under the influence. It's not like driving. It isn't dangerous, or even lethal.
We're now at the moment of returning to phase one, with Sunset stroking on my member nicely. I think I know where this is going to go...
"Someone like you needs to feel all bases of the romantic tree. You're a pretty cute kid, you know." She begins. "Too cute to not experience this before we graduate."
"That's some pretty odd logic..." I spit out. Where exactly is sex balanced into the in-and-outs of high school?
"In my mind, it is, at least." Sunset counters, "Beauty is probably expressed the best through this level of love. Don't take it as some crazy shit, it's something that I think anybody should-*urp*-should... consider."
Some more light laughter escapes through my throat and out the mouth. Still doesn't sound like the most logical thing. I ask, "Are you sure that it isn't the part of the alcohol that got in your brain just messing with you?"
Sunset laughs back, not really giving a clear response with it, as she lets go of my member and sits up straight, looking back down at me. I look down towards her legs, and I just take notice to her hands unbuttoning her shiny leather jeans, and then slowly pulling them down, even giving a slight hint of her equally-black panties underneath them. If this truly is leading to what I think it is leading, then I think I will have quite a story to tell, about the time I went to the next level, how I hit true love's home-run in the bed. Or chair, in this case.
With one trusting seductive smile, Sunset Shimmer assures me as honestly as possible.
"Oh, just shut up and take me, my beautiful dragon."
Happy Easter, fellas. This is the first phase of your gift.