Coming Together

Seated on opposing sides of the small table, the two dickmares scowled over at one another. Of similar size and build, covered in slabs of sculpted muscle, each was equally alluring and fearsome. Shaking her head, the marginally larger of the two women chuckled to herself.

“Do we really have to do this?” Gear asked, pinching the bridge of her snout.

“No, of course not, you could always just concede that it’s my fucking turn…” Aria grumbled, knitting her brow.

Gear shrugged, eased her right elbow onto the table, and extended her arm. “If you lose, I’m going to make you go to the drag track and wear the skimpiest, sluttiest outfit you have,” she laughed, flexing her arm.

“When I win, we’re going out for some window shopping and maybe a bite to eat - you know, like a civilized couple!” Aria countered, mirroring her lover’s movements.

“Civilized,” the mechanic scoffed, clasping her paramour’s outstretched hand. “Says the bitch who’s sucked my dick in - what, eight different bars?”

“Nine...And don’t act like you didn’t like it, Slut,” the siren smugly growled, securing her grip.

The conflict, while relatively petty, had been sparked by their spontaneous plans for that evening. With each of the women having the afternoon off, as well as the weekend to follow, an argument erupted over where they would go. The disagreement was a non-issue, under normal circumstances, with them faithfully taking turns over who chose the destination of their outings; however, on this particular occasion, neither could remember who got to choose where they were going.

It wasn’t a big deal, in all honesty, although both the songstress and mechanic were prideful creatures. They loved one another dearly and had been sharing a roof for months, although their relationship was an interesting one. Practically looking for reasons to compete or seduce one another, at times simultaneously, they each relished the chance to overpower or outsmart the other.

“On three?” Gear inquired, reaching out and grasping the left side of the table.

“On three,” Aria repeated, smirking over at the slightly larger woman.

“One...Two...Three!” they counted in unison, before their bodies went rigid.

Clenching their jaws, locking eyes, their arms swelled and muscles tensed violently. Large, angry veins appeared along their limbs, as the contest of strength ensued. Even with giving everything she had, without holding an ounce of her physical might back, Aria wasn’t making the slightest bit of headway. Challenging Gear to such a competition was suicide, since she wasn’t nearly as powerful as her mate, but that was part of her plan.

“Oh man,” the mechanic feigned a yawn, “I might need a nap after this. I’m not even…”

She jerked back, trying and failing to look under the table, as something warm caressed her inner thigh. The sensation of warm flesh and cool, smoothed metal against her skin could only be one thing. Swallowing hard, attempting to focus on the contest, her arm faltered. She should’ve figured the little succubus had something up her sleeve, but a game of footsie was just dirty.

Smirking, feeling her lover’s strength wane, Aria’s toes wandered towards the woman’s groin. It was no mystery that Gear was a total whore for feet and she was definitely not above cheating - if could even be called that. They’d never broached the subject about diversionary tactics while arm wrestling, so she considered the strategy fair game - underhanded, but certainly not against the rules.

“Too - Mmmph - bad we can’t go out to the mall. They’ve - Nnngh - got a nice little jewelry shop,” she grunted, steadily gaining ground. “I saw they had a cute little coral and gold ring that reminded me of you; it matches your eyes and coat perfectly! I thought it might be a nice way for me to remember you when I’m on tour,” she pouted, slacking her grip.

Gear hesitated and her strength fled, leaving her vulnerable. As if the toes taunting her loins weren’t bad enough, the mention of amorous apparel caught her woefully off guard. Wholly unprepared for the two-prong attack, her lack of concentration was her undoing. In a swift, merciless toproll, she was defeated in an instant.

Staring down at her pinned hand, askance, her jaw flapped helplessly. It was only when she heard the songstress chuckling did she look up. Aria stared back at her, with a shit-eating grin plastered on her face. The arrogant cunt had beaten her with remarkable speed, possibly in her first ever victory of arm wrestling.

“Well then, since it looks like we’ll be going to the mall, maybe you should get dressed,” the siren tutted, releasing her lover and pushing herself away from the table.

Glaring up at the woman, Gear scrunched her snout. “What the hell is wrong with what I’m wearing now?”

“Gear, is it too much to ask that I get to show you off for once?” Aria groused. “I mean, I even picked out something for you and everything,” she continued, her shoulders wilting.

More often than not, she was the one being flaunted as a piece of eye candy. Though she was the more feminine of the two, oftentimes playing the flirtatious and enthusiastic bottom, she did appreciate how womanly her paramour could be. Sporting nice curves, a cute face, and a damn fine rack, Gear looked sexy as hell in a dress - that is, on the rare occasions she’d actually wear one.

The mechanic sighed and hung her head. It wasn’t like she didn’t mind getting prettied up, but she never felt the look suited her. Given her size, build, and commanding presence, she always thought she looked best in a pair of pants and maybe a vest - that being said, the crestfallen look Aria bore withered her resolve. Getting to her feet, she shrugged.

“Alright, where is it?” she murmured.

“In a box under the bed,” Aria quickly replied. Turning away, trotting into the living room, she dismissively waved her hand. “Just come out when you’re ready.”

Gear rolled her eyes and loped off towards the bedroom. She really had no room to complain, since she’d lost their impromptu competition, yet she wasn’t exactly thrilled with being dragged around in what was doubtlessly some slatternly outfit. The siren was renowned for wearing painfully tight or revealing garments, so there was no telling how whorish she’d end up looking.

Walking to their mattress and kneeling by its side, she blindly fumbled under the bed frame. Sure enough, after pawing around for a moment, she found what she was looking for. Pulling out the parcel, she removed the cardboard lid and peered inside; what she found was not what she’d been expecting.

Removing the clothing from the package, she appraised the article. It was a snow white, pleated sundress - nothing more, nothing less. Cocking her head, amazed with the discovery, she looked back into the box. Simple alabaster panties accompanied the garment as well as a pair of open-toed sandals, but little else. The glaring lack of a bra didn’t bother her, since she abhorred the damn things, leaving her pleasantly surprised.

Standing straight, setting the package on the bed, she began to undress. Stripping out of her jeans, pulling her t-shirt up and off of her torso, she flung her clothes into the nearby hamper. She saw no need to take a shower, since she’d had one after hitting the gym that morning, so she stepped into her panties and drew them up her legs.

Fortunately, Aria had had the forethought to purchase an undergarment which was suited for a mare of her endowment. Tucking her package into the silken lingerie, ensuring it wouldn’t be too noticeable, she reached for the dress. Slipping her arms into the dress, she pulled it over her head. As the fabric settled over her frame, she stepped into the sandals.

The attire felt strangely nice, not nearly as hindering as her typical fare of slacks and shirt. Given how breathable and light the ensemble was, she was sure she’d be comfortable on the warm afternoon. Brushing the dress off, straightening it slightly, she sauntered back into the living room.

“Ta da,” Gear flatly announced, stepping into view and holding her arms wide.

Aria sat motionless, staring silently at her, as a smile crept across her face. Her joy was fleeting, however, as she quickly scowled and cursed under her breath. “Have a seat and close your eyes, I forgot one thing,” she huffed, scampering towards their bedchamber. “And don’t you dare fucking peek!”

“Fine,” Gear moaned. Flopping onto the couch, she dutifully closed her eyes.

Though she couldn’t see a damn thing, the sound of hastily approaching footfalls alerted her to the siren’s return. Hearing a clatter beside her, her ear twitched. Instinctively turning her head towards the noise, fingers gently seized her jaw and held her face firmly in place.

“Don’t move and try not to make a silly face,” Aria quietly instructed.

Feeling something brush against her cheeks, Gear sighed. It only took her a second to realize what the songstress was doing and she was slightly less than pleased. Parading around in a dress was tolerable, under certain circumstances, but getting done up with makeup was certainly not something she was used to - hell, she hadn’t touched the stuff since she was a filly. She didn’t need cosmetics to look good!

Expertly applying a bit of blush, as well as some lipstick and matching eyeliner, Aria dolled up her hulking paramour. Considering her experience with cosmetics, she got the job done in a matter of minutes. With the makeup in place, she dug into her pocket for the final piece to complete the transformation. Gently taking the mechanics mane in her hands, pulling it into a ponytail, she tied one of her signature star hair bands around the woman’s locks.

Stepping back, the songstress appraised her work and nodded. “Alright, I think that just about does it.”

Peeking out, seeing her lover standing above her, Gear pushed herself up. “How bad is it?”

Reaching out, taking her sweetheart’s hand, Aria pulled the mechanic towards the bedroom. The only mirror in the house which could give Gear an adequate view of her new look was in the bathroom, so that’s exactly where she headed. Walking through the bedroom, with her partner in tow, she proceeded into the lavatory.

“You tell me,” she quipped, stopping before the standing mirror.

Peering at her reflection, Gear was taken aback by what she saw. Between her clothing and makeup, she was positively gorgeous - sure, she looked good most of the time, but her womanliness had been kicked up to eleven. The blush highlighted her cheeks well, the lipstick and eyeliner, each a fuchsia, complimented Aria’s colors well, and the hair band pulled everything together.

“Just look at that sexy bitch,” the siren purred. Stepping behind her paramour, she caressed the woman’s hip.

Unsure of what to say, Gear blushed. She did look damn good, there was no denying that, and presenting herself in a genteel way caused her heart to flutter. As the songstress kissed her neck, a shiver ran up her spine. Being treated in such a ladylike fashion wasn’t the norm, yet she found it rather thrilling.

“Come on, let’s get going,” Aria intoned, walking out of the room and towards the front of the house.

“Aren’t you going to change?” Gear blurted, watching the woman retreat.

“Nah, I think this’ll work fine,” the siren rebutted, without breaking stride. Wearing a v-neck tank top, sandals, and low-riding, skin-tight jeans, her outfit wasn’t unfitting for a casual outing.

Relenting, Gear followed behind her mate. Aria did look nice in her getup, especially considering she clearly wanted to portray herself in a slightly masculine manner. Compelled to indulge the siren, she pursued her lover through the house, out the front door, and towards the car. She would have much preferred to ride her bike, on such a beautiful day, although her getup wasn’t really conducive for that sort of travel.

Walking around to the passenger side, Aria opened the door for the now strikingly feminine mechanic; since she had every intention of taking the reins that evening, she thought the chivalrous gesture was only fitting. Once Gear was hopped onboard, she trotted over and jumped into the driver’s seat. Igniting the engine, she adjusted the mirrors and got comfortable.

They’d usually go to downtown Canterlot, for a typical outing, but this wasn’t typical. Reversing out of the driveway, steering the sedan into the outskirts of the city, Aria flipped on the radio. Considering the two lived together and were well abreast of each other’s activities, there wasn’t all that much to talk about. As they made their way towards the suburbs, Gear idly played away on her phone.

Their drive was a short one, only lasting about fifteen minutes, before they reached their destination. One of the newer shopping centers in the area was conveniently located a short distance from their home and, interestingly enough, the Dazzlings had taken part in the opening ceremonies. Pulling into the car park, Aria found a space and parked the vehicle.

“So,” she began, unbuckling her seat belt, “anywhere you want to go, Baby?”

Gear shrugged, unfastening herself and opening the door. “Not really, besides that jewelry store you’d mentioned. Maybe we could get some iced tea?”

Strutting around the front of the car, the siren moved to Gear’s side. Reaching out and grabbing her mate’s hand, she smiled. “Sure, anything for you, sweetheart,” she cooed, leaning over and pecking the woman’s cheek.

Instinctively, Gear affectionately grasped her paramour’s hand. There she was, standing in a parking lot, feeling like a filly about to go out on a date. It was a funny thing - being called for a quickie or having a one night stand didn’t fluster her in the slightest, yet being treated in such a dainty way left her with butterflies in her stomach. As the siren began to move towards the entrance, she walked along and kept pace.

The mall wasn’t overly crowded, although it wasn’t barren either. Seeing themselves inside, into the expansive indoor avenue, they slowed. There were dozens of shops to browse, if they had any interest, giving them plenty of sights to see. Though Gear wasn’t familiar with the layout, preferring to do her shopping online, Aria knew right where everything was.

Leading the way, the siren led them to a little cafe in the food court. Neither was hungry, although that didn’t stop them from getting an icy beverage and a chocolate swirl peanut brownie to split. With refreshment in hand, they trotted towards the jewelry shop. Happily munching away at their shared snack, simply enjoying each other’s company, they drifted through the cavernous building.

“There, see!” Aria bleated, scampering over towards a large display window at one of the storefronts.

Catching up with her lover, Gear’s eyes locked onto the small bauble. The golden band, inset with a tiny cabochon of pink coral, wasn’t necessarily designed to be worn on a toe, although she had little doubt it could fit the bill. Seeing herself inside, without a second glance, she reached for her pocket and froze.

Unfortunately, she’d completely forgotten to bring her wallet along with herself; it was probably still in her pants, but it definitely wasn’t with her. Just as her lip curled in frustration, a pat on her back caused her to turn. Aria flanked her, smoothly produced a card, and pointed to the display.

“That one, size seven please,” the songstress coolly intoned.

The employee nodded, swiftly unlocking a cabinet and fishing within to find one of the rings in her size. Placing it on the counter, he unfolded a decorative gift bag for the purchase. “Anything for your marefriend? We do have some fine couples’ pieces,” he remarked, smiling congenitally up at Gear.

“Do tell!” Aria chirped.

Nodding, the clerk produced a matching pair of pendants. Each held half a heart which, when combined, seamlessly formed a whole. “It’s quite popular and I believe it would look gorgeous on you two.”

“Fuck it, why not,” the siren snickered.

While she hadn’t intended on making an impulsive purchase, having another reminder that she was all but hitched to her lover wouldn’t hurt a damn thing. Paying for the jewelry, lacking any fanfare, she nodded her thanks and took her bag. Gear strolled along behind her, as she walked over to one of the many benches in the central corridor.

Easing herself down beside the songstress, Gear sighed. “You didn’t have to-”

“Shush,” Aria tutted, retrieving the ring and slipping it onto the pinkie toe of her left foot. Once she’d made sure it was seated properly, with the stone facing upwards, she dug into the bag and grabbed the necklaces. “I know I didn’t have to do it, but I wanted to do it,” she explained, unclasping the slender golden chain of one and affixing it around her neck. “Now come here.”

Gear leaned over and reached behind her head, scooping her mane out of the way. As Aria’s hands wrapped around her neck, bringing their faces together, she felt a warmth creeping into her cheeks. As the siren got the necklace in place, she looked up. Their eyes met, their faces drifted closer, and they kissed.

“Now everyone will know you’re mine,” Aria whispered, pulling away and stroking her lover’s cheek.

Damn near swooning, subconsciously pawing for the retreating songstress, Gear was at a loss. Besides being supremely hot, the amorous attention was enough to make her lightheaded. Aria was, without a doubt, the only mare she’d ever met to make her feel that way and she absolutely loved it. Sadly, as soon as the spontaneous affection had begun, it ended.

“Where to now?” Aria inquired, getting up and offering her paramour a hand.

“Wherever is good. We can head home, if you want,” Gear muttered.

“Fuck that. I’m gonna show you off at least a little longer; pick somewhere for us to go. A damn fine woman like you deserves to be flaunted,” the siren snickered, seamlessly smacking the mechanic’s backside.

Thinking for a moment, trying not to fixate on her tingling loins, Gear thoughtfully rubbed her chin. “Is there an outdoors shop?”

“Is there an outdoors shop,” Aria parroted. “Of course there’s a sports shop - hell, there are at least three! Come on, I’ll show you the best one.”

Hauled along, Gear fiddled with one of the shoulder straps on her dress. Although she didn’t mention it, she felt sure that they were drawing a fair bit of attention. It wasn’t everyday that folks saw two women of their size traipsing around in public, hand in hand, let alone the fact that one of them was the Aria Blaze. She didn’t mind the people admiring them, but her getup left her feeling overly self conscious.

Heading into a nearby sporting goods store, Aria released her mate’s hand. “Since this is definitely your thing, I’ll leave you to find whatever you’re looking for.”

“Alright,” Gear hummed, absentmindedly looking around for the footwear section.

She was in need of some new boots, even if she’d forgotten her wallet. If she did find something that suited her fancy, she was sure Aria would cover the bill. They didn’t really keep a running tally of who bought what, since their combined incomes gave them a fair bit of spending money, though she’d make a mental note to repay the songstress.

Wandering into the appropriate area, she browsed the various shoes and boots available. There wasn’t a woman’s area in the shop, but that wasn’t an issue. She normally wore stallion’s footwear anyways - not only because of her decently large feet, but because they tended to be more comfortable. Picking up a pair of steel-toed mud stompers, she checked the size.

“Can I help you, Miss?” a voice asked from behind her, causing her to turn.

A staff member stood behind her, grinning in her direction. Relatively short, even for a stallion, he eyed her from head to toe. His eyes lingered on her backside, if only for a moment, before they drifted up to her face. As she turned to face him, ignoring his ogling, she held the boot aloft.

“You guys got this in a stallion’s twelve?” she asked.

“I believe so, yes. Looking for something for your coltfriend?” he inquired, slipping a glance to her bountiful cleavage.

The bastard wasn’t even trying to be subtle. Brushing it off his lustful gaze, she shook her head. “Don’t have one.”

The arrogant bastard grinned up at her, as he licked his lips. “I’m absolutely shocked that a fine thing like you isn’t seeing anyone! Tell you what, I get off work in a few hours; if you give me your number I’ll-”

He was interrupted by a slow series of claps. Peering over his shoulder, he went rigid. Behind him strode none other than Aria, snickering to herself and giving him a measured applause. Gear couldn’t help but smile, as her lover approached.

“This is too rich. Some little limp dick prick thinks he can hit on my marefriend. For starters, I guaran-god-damn-tee you she’s got a bigger package than you. Secondly, she is way the fuck out of your league,” the siren darkly laughed, walking up and patting his shoulder. “I tell you what, if you don’t get this fine woman her boots and give her a fat-fucking discount, I will get your stupid ass fired,” she continued, tightening her grip on the poor bastard.

“R...right,” he sputtered, breaking into a cold sweat.

Bending at her waist, without releasing the man, Aria brought her muzzle to his ear. “If I ever see you looking at her again, after you get her boots, I’ll fuck your ass so damn hard you’ll be sitting funny for months,” she growled, letting go of his shoulder. “Now hurry the fuck up and get the lady what she wants.”

Damn near running into the back, the employee fled from view. Left alone, the two dickmares watch him disappear - that was, until Aria straightened. Walking to Gear, slipping a hand to the woman’s waist, the siren fiercely pulled her lover close. Though the roles were often reversed, it was painfully obvious who was wearing the pants at the moment.

“Little bastard thought he could hit on my woman,” Aria angrily huffed, glowering at the doorway he’d escaped through.

“Let’s get out of here,” Gear sighed, having lost interest in the boots. She could find them later or just purchase them from online - for now, she wanted little more than to get home and comfort her lover.

In all her time with Aria, she’d never seen the woman get that worked up so quickly. It couldn’t have been because someone had shown a sensual interest in either of them, considering they’d occasionally invited a third to their bedroom - no, this was different. The only thing she could think of was because she’d been hit on while parading around in such a marish fashion.

Quietly cursing to herself, moving with a purpose, Aria outpaced her lover - not intentionally, of course, but because she was absolutely livid. She’d meant to show Gear off and have a good day, not draw the attention of some weaselly little ass-hat in an outdoor shop. For the five fucking minutes she’d stepped away, the little bastard had found her mate and attempted to put his pitiable moves on her.

“You know it’s not that big of a deal, right?” Gear groaned, easing herself into the passenger seat of their car.

“It is a big deal, for a number of reasons: I highly doubt that you’re the first mare he’d pulled that shit on, you really are way out of his league, and he assumed you were into stallions,” Aria grouched, starting the car and pulling away.

“To be fair, we’ve both been into our fair share of stallions,” the mechanic snickered.

“Yeah, their asses or throats! He shouldn’t fucking presume you’re into dating stallions,” the siren griped, her temper only barely dulling.

“We were even into the same stallion at once, that one time. I swear that I felt my dick kissing yours, when we were spit-roasting him,” Gear laughed, slapping the siren’s leg.

“He was kinda small,” Aria snickered, recalling the double-team they’d pulled on the twink a month ago.

The two began to chuckle, then laugh at the absurdity of the situation. There was no way in hell either would risk losing the other over something like an overly lecherous store clerk. Barring that finding someone who could match their nigh-godly endurance and power in the sack, they’d known each other for ages. Regardless of their positions in or out of the bedroom, they were a perfect match.

Unlike their ride to the mall, their trip back was filled with joking and conversation. The two joked about their various sexual conquests, made passing jabs at one another, and discussed where and when they would next vacation. In the brief time it took them to arrive home, both of their moods had improved dramatically.

The sun was only just beginning to dip over the horizon, as they unlocked the front door and made their way inside. Neither really felt like cooking or going out again, so Gear walked to the kitchen to order some takeout. Aria sauntered into the living room and browsed Cybercinema in the hopes that they could watch a movie or show to watch.

“Got us two pizzas and some garlic knots on the way,” Gear noted, poking her head into the parlor.

“Are you trying to make me fat?” Aria scoffed, distractedly flipping through the available films.

“Even if you put on a few pounds, I wouldn’t mind,” Gear admitted, flopping next to her lover. Worming one hand under the siren’s ass, giving it a firm squeeze, she grinned. “Not like I’d mind a little more cushion for the pushin.”

“Sure,” Aria tittered, smirking over at the mechanic.

Sliding to the far end of the couch, Gear patted her lap. “You want to relax? I’ll play with your hair.”

Aria squinted at her paramour, unflinching. “You just want my face in your crotch…”

“Please - we both know that if I wanted your face in my crotch, it’d already be there,” Gear guffawed. “Besides, I can’t count how many times I’ve woken up to you down there.”

“I…” Aria trailed off, finding herself in an indefensible position. “Ok, that’s fair, but you’re still an ass.”

Easing herself over, onto her side, she rested her head on Gear’s lap. Despite her lover’s impressive build, she did make a damn fine cushion. Like an extra firm pillow, the mechanic’s thighs were warm and inviting. As she warmed her cheek against the woman’s upper legs, she sighed.

She was just close enough to catch a tantalizing whiff of her mate’s loins; subtle and earthy, wafting from beneath the relatively short dress, the scent was strangely comforting. Beyond the lewd aspect of the aroma, it was inordinately relaxing. They belonged together and, in contrast to the way they were dressed, Aria firmly accepted her marish roll - well, most of the time.

Gingerly undoing the hair bands around the siren’s mane, tossing them to the coffee table, Gear stroked Aria’s head. Though they were each exceedingly promiscuous, such quiet, peaceful moments were just as common as the raunchy ones. It mattered little what they were doing, be it savagely making love or simply lounging together, they adored every ounce of time spent with one another.

Absentmindedly picking a show, uncaring of what was on the television, Aria closed her eyes. “You keep this up, I might just say fuck it and leave the Dazzlings,” she hummed, shifting slightly.

Rolling her eyes, Gear continued petting the songstress. “Yeah right, like you’d ever leave-”

“If it came to choosing between you and them,” Aria casually stated, “it’s no contest.”

Gear’s hand faltered for a moment, before she continued running her fingers through the siren’s hair. “Or, you know, you guys could just hire me as a roadie. I could travel around with the band, move equipment around, and give you a celebratory breeding after your performances.”

“Who are you trying to kid? Knowing you, I’d be trying to sing with a sore throat or cum-filled ass for at least half of our shows,” Aria tittered.

“Only if you let me,” Gear chuckled.

Turning, peeking up at her lover, Aria smiled. “As if I wouldn’t.”

Leaning over and kissing the songstress’ nose, Gear smirked. “Don’t ever change.”

“For you,” the siren purred, reaching up and grabbing her mate’s neck, “I never will…”

Their lips met, as the television hummed dully in the background. Their meal would be there soon and they would have to cease their making out, but that didn’t really matter. As assuredly as the sun would rise, the scene would be reenacted over and over again. So long as they had one another and continued to put effort into the relationship, which they most certainly would, their love would be undying…