-miny story - Suri Palomare Wake Up! - by Colonist!- Suri: Unf…fuck! *Crystal Prep’s resident fashionista - sometimes mockingly referred to be her peers as a pseudo-fashionista given the rumors of ensemble plagiarism - lay on the bed, back arched into the covers and legs slightly raised as she pleasured herself with a nondescript pink dildo…or so it would seem.* Suri: Coco! Coco: Y-yes, ma’am? *Another Crystal Prep student of mousy demeanor enters the room from just outside. The teal-haired girl nervously looks away reflexively as Suri glares back with an equally reflexive look of mild annoyance.* Suri: Haven’t I told you to drop the formalities around me ever since I pledged to improve on our working relationship? Coco: It’s only been a week since then, miss. Suri: First name! Su-ri! M’kay? Coco: O-okay, Suri… Suri: Better! Now on to the issue in my hand; what is this? *Suri foists the juice-slicked pink dildo in the air in front of Coco. Her assistant stammers and tries to avert her gaze.* Coco: It’s a sex toy? Suri: Well, at least we know that you’re not legally blind. Coco: *whimper* Suri: Sorry, sorry, I swear I’ll be more mindful to remember my earlier pledge. Yes, it’s a dildo. However, I gave you enough of a working budget to cover at least three good quality ones. Why would you decide to get something so…average and generic? And the same three ones? Coco: I saw a three-for-one deal in a value pack and figured that you’d like saving the money. Here, see? Enough for a nice meal out! *Coco reaches in her skirt and excitedly pulls out a fifty dollar bill. Suri shakes her head and waves it away.* Suri: I gave you the cash explicitly for dildo funding, you coconut! How am I supposed to be able to successfully recreate my ménage à trois fantasy with three different people if all those people are exactly the same? Coco: Fantasize about getting banged by triplets? Suri: That was a rhetorical question, m’kay!? Coco: *whimper* Suri: *sigh* Sorry, sorry, I blame the sexual frustration…not that’s any excuse. Seriously, I’ve got to remember that little self-help thingy about effective communication! Hey, come on, don’t cry. Would it help if I told you to keep the money and get us both some lunch from the mall food court? Your pick. *Coco’s eyes lit up at that offer.* Coco: Really!? Suri: Sure, why not? You did follow my instructions otherwise. I should’ve specified the extra details, and you’re ever the efficient assistant. I mean, who’d say no to savings, right? If the other dildos don’t work out, we can do something funny with them - maybe place them in random girls’ lockers, huh? Coco: Can I get us some combination fried rice from that Kirin place? Suri: Combo fried rice sounds great! Be back here within an hour. Coco: Yes, ma’am! Suri: Su-ri! God, you make me sound like I’m a hag…like that Rarity sloot. Coco: Yes, Suri! Won’t he be back by then? Suri: Nah, I’ve got his schedule down to a T. He doesn’t come back from his arcade outing for another couple hours. Now go! *Coco climbs out the nearby bathroom window of what was now established as not Suri’s place. No, this was the residence of that generic looking guy who Suri would regard as the attaché to those Canterlot High gals.* Suri: What could be a better invite for a second round that a carefully-crafted note and some…appropriate props? *Suri starts to slowly get redressed, slipping into her undergarments and top. She was about to reach for her Crystal Prep uniform when a figure in the doorway startles her, and she falls backward onto the bed. Now it’s her turn to stammer and act nervous!* Suri: W-wait! It’s not what it looks like, m’kay!? *Something about the figure’s face doesn’t look as expected, and he certainly isn’t reacting with the same level of shock that she’d expect out of him regarding a potential home invader.* ???: Well! Nothing like walking in on one of your cute ex-classmates in your house, eh? Okay Miss Polomare, I want to hear your version of it. To me, it looks like you have a home invasion foursome fetish, and so far only the first guy has gotten a taste. *He points at the juice-slicked dildo to add more salt to Siri’s shock and embarrassment.* ???: But it’s apparently not what it looks like, huh? Let’s hear it then! *Suri’s eyes widen when the pieces fall together - that hair-cast shadow over the face…the sinister grin…* Suri: You! Doppy: Discerning eyes of the pseudo-fashionista, and you’re right! *She recognized him now: not the pitiful Rainboom attaché, no, but the more perverted and devious twin who she used to share some classes with!* Suri: Why are you here of all people!? This isn’t your house either! Didn’t you transfer out or something? Doppy: Technically, it’s my body’s house. As for the whole transferring out story, well, Equestrian magic, my demise, Tartarus, blah, blah, blah… *Suri blinked at the succinct speed exhibition of the doppelgänger’s fate and ability come back in his other half’s body at select instances. She sighed and decided that lying to a trickster like him was a losing proposition, and she explained everything from the top.* Suri: Remember Ginger and Fleur? Doppy: The quiet football girl and the sexy badass whose dating that rich guy several decades above her? Suri: Um…yeah. We were in the university applications process, found a back door to guarantee admissions by seducing a bunch of loser dogs whom we thought were admissions officers, and ended up…cleaning up afterward in that bathroom over there. Doppy: Whoa, and my weaker half was cool with that? How? Suri: I don’t remember, some details get a little hazy, but I remember that he somehow helped us out regardless, and…we girls decided to show him a really good time. Doppy: Damn, weaker half has game! Accidental game, but game nonetheless! Suri: I fantasized about reliving that day’s foursome, but with maybe without the other girls. I wanted to leave a note, some sort of invitation - Doppy: Gangbang. We call it a gangbang, Suri. Hehe, so I’d guess that you wouldn’t say no if say Trenderhoof and Jet Set - Suri: They’d never ask me, m’kay!? I’ve got a reputation to keep at Crystal Prep, and I’d figure it’d be easier with a couple guys from the rival institution…and him. Doppy: Yeah, we don’t really worry about weaker half’s name. Your approach could use some work. Suri: Really now? How so? Doppy: Other me can be a little dense. You can leave a few messy dildos and a raunchy note on his bed, and he’d still believe that he was on the receiving end of some sort of elaborate prank. Second, how’s your experience? Just that once with two other girls and not three guys? Suri: Yeah. Doppy: Just that? Wow. Suri: Y-yeah, you got a problem with that? I’m no prude! I just…have other priorities throughout my day! Doppy: Stealing fashion and dragging around that cute “assistant” of yours? Suri: Hey, I’m working on that! I swear it, m’kay!? Doppy: Right. Tell you what, you’re quite cute yourself, you need some practice, and you need to pass along an invitation to my other half. So… *Doppy unzips his pants and pulls out the package.* Doppy: Show me how well-versed your mouth is, and I play postman to the guy you’re looking for. Heh heh, assuming he’s watching from where I’m standing right now… Suri: One question. Why did you come back early from the arcade? Doppy: *shrugs* Coin machine was broken, I felt a foreign presence - you - in here from the front door, and he let me switch over into his body in case we needed to get physical. Heh heh, if you have any misgivings, you can just remember that it’s essentially the same body. Suri: …oh. *One hour later, Coco returns to the place, crawling in through the open bathroom window with the Kirin takeout in a bag gripped in one hand. She stops in abject surprise when she gazes upon the scene in the bedroom - a nude Suri on her knees sucking off their ex-classmate. The participants in the scene look at the intruding onlooker, their expressions remaining the same. Coco felt compelled to break the awkward silence with some form of dialogue toward her superior.* Coco: I brought us lunch, Suri…but umm…it looks like you just ate? Suri: *snorts* Doppy: Haha, incidentally funny as I remember you! Say, that bag of food smells good. Why don’t you come on over and have a taste of the Doppy appetizer before you dig in? Coco: Oh! Um, I don’t know if Suri would - Suri: Oh for goodness sake, Coco! Sharing is caring! So my self-help guide says… Coco: Y-yes, ma’am! Suri: Su-ri!