Sunscreen
Chapter Two: An Enchanting Taste
-by Drace Domino

Sunset Shimmer sat alone in the mall’s food court, relaxing with one hand drumming her fingers lightly across the sticky tabletop. Her eyes were narrow as she scanned the crowd of mostly other teenagers - boys and girls from schools all over town, using the mall as a social gathering spot and a tiny, buzzing hub of interaction. Humans weren’t much different from ponies in that regard. They needed constant reassurance from others of their kind, they needed hugs and handshakes and kind words and friendships. Sunset Shimmer had never much seen the point of it all back home. After all, what purpose would she have for friendship and kindness when she could simply use her boundless magical talents to take what she wanted? If it wasn’t for Princess Celestia, she’d still be back home toiling away in a library or her bedroom, twisting her horn into knots trying to pour through ancient texts written by unicorns long since passed. Never would she have come to the human world, and therefore never would’ve discovered the true power of friendship: the power of manipulation.

As she leaned back in a lazy state, Sunset’s eyes tracked everything with bemused interest and clinical observation. The humans were doing it to each other without even realizing it - sounding sad or wounded to earn pity, puffing out their chests and raising their voice to inspire confidence, and the constant, nonstop, flirty touches of affection. Fingers on shoulders, hair being tucked behind ears, “accidental” bumps when lining up at the escalator...if there was one thing that humans had over ponies, it was that they were far, far hornier as a species. Especially the teenagers. Just a bunch of goons and sluts, hoping to make enough casual impressions on someone else that they might have a chance to grind their privates against them. None of this was particularly new information to Sunset Shimmer, of course, but what was new was the notion of just how much fun she could have by joining their game.

No, not joining. Dominating. How much fun she could have by dominating their game.

Total control over the magic hiding within Canterlot High was a sweet reward to be sure, but ever since her encounter with Rarity, Sunset was more convinced than ever - no throne was worth sitting on unless there was a slew of harem girls clinging to her heels at the base of it. It was that thought that encouraged her to make such a good impression on Rarity that the fashionista had been texting her nonstop for a week, and it was that thought that led Sunset to sit there in the food court amidst the sticky tables and the sickening fast food smells and the horny teenagers, waiting for the arrival of her next juicy bit of prey.

Underneath her shirt, she was already wearing her amulet, and as such there was a noticeable bulge pressed against the very front of her tight-fitting jeans. For the moment she kept it hidden by having a single leg draped across the other, but she had to admit...the longer she waited for her next target, the harder it was getting to endure her length. The thing was aching, hard, demanding, throbbing...all because she knew that in just a few short moments, she’d be plunging it inside of yet another inviting, wet pussy. The excitement of having a new slut to wrap around her dick was intense, and for now she savored the moments before. Thinking about what she’d say when her next target arrived - how she’d twist her into knots, how she’d manipulate her with words and magic alike in order to earn unchecked access to her body. As a sinister woman with powers as subtle as a slithering serpent, she drew satisfaction in the hunt.

And this one, unlike Rarity before her, annoyed the hell out of her. That’d only make it all the more sweet.

“Hiiiii, Sunset!” Pinkie Pie made the scene not long after, practically springing up from behind Sunset Shimmer like a daisy shooting up from the ground. She was carrying in her arms a baker’s tray filled with sugary treats - cupcakes and donuts and a fresh cut slice of triple layer chocolate cake. As Pinkie put the tray on the table and flopped right down into her seat, she flashed Sunset Shimmer a big and joyful smile, completely oblivious to what her future held. “I’m so, so, so glad you contacted me to talk about the Spring Fling! I’ve got such neato ideas for snacks and decorations, and...ahhh! We’re gonna throw such a super cool party, Sunset!”

“I’m pleased too, Pinkie Pie.” Sunset let the words drip casually from her tongue, her brow lifted as she regarded the girl. She was wearing ridiculous pigtails set against her pink poofy hair, and as usual her fashion was a complete disaster compared to Rarity’s. White stockings led into a shock pink skirt, which for a waistband had what could only be described as a blue tutu fringe. Pinkie had a tendency to dress far too young and far too old for her age at the exact same time, between the childish skirt and the snug-fitting leggings more appropriate for a middle-aged housewife in yoga class. Still, Sunset Shimmer remained content with a smirk on her face - she’d barely notice Pinkie’s lack of style when the girl was naked and sweating and filled with magical cum. “I’ve been working closely with Rarity, and she suggested that I consult with you. I’m sure that together, we can make the Spring Fling something really...really memorable.”

That much was true on all counts. Rarity was the one that first suggested Sunset Shimmer discuss decorations with Pinkie Pie, and as soon as she floated the idea Sunset immediately loved it. A chance to better improve her chances of sweeping the Fling and the upcoming Formal, therefore locking the admiration of the students within her grasp, and a brand new mind-addled tart for her growing harem of willing lovers? It was too good a plan to pass up, and Sunset was eager to expand both her power and her options for warm, wet holes to sink her cock into. Rarity was fine, after all, but after two weeks...well...there were only so many “darlings” she could hear moaned into her ear before she started looking for a change of pace.

“Well, I hope you’re hungry, Sunset, ‘cause look at all these treats!” Pinkie Pie giggled, tossing aside the cover of the bakery tray and gesturing to it all. She first pointed to the brightly colored cupcakes with “CHS” written in icing on the top, and then shifted her way through the rest of the snacks in order. “These are the super school spirit-y cupcakes I was thinking of serving! And these are my big sister Maud’s favorite no-taste no-color no-aroma donuts - don’t worry, I packed in tons of sugar! Ohh, ohh, and these are my special CHS churros, I call them CHurroS!”

She punctuated the letters with particular force, so much so that Sunset winced before gesturing towards the large wedge of cake on the tray.

“And what about that?” she inquired, a brow raised. “Is it special...uh...Wondercoltcake?”

“No, silly, that’s my lunch!” Pinkie Pie giggled, slipped a hand underneath the massive wedge of cake, and jammed it into her mouth with reckless speed. She tackled the treat with such ferocity that Sunset Shimmer wasn’t entirely convinced that she wasn’t hiding some magical power in her own right, but it was over so quickly that the sinister young woman didn’t have time to build on that thought. “Mmm, delicious! So what do you think, Sunset?! I know we’ve never been friends - there was that time you told me that my icing looked like it was three days old and I cried for a whole week straight - but I’m hoping we can put all that behind us and you can tell me what you think of these?!”

Sunset Shimmer simply smiled, and it was indeed a genuine one. Genuinely wicked. Seducing Rarity and turning her into such a loyal “friend” had happened almost by accident, the result of her shaming scheme taking all the right turns to coerce Rarity onto her cock in a surprising amount of time. With Pinkie Pie...it couldn’t have been easier. Pinkie Pie was an extrovert to the extreme, and with it came all sorts of delightful dangers when confronted with someone like Sunset Shimmer. Pinkie wore her emotions on her sleeve, constantly breached personal space even with strangers, and deep down always seemed like she was desperate for affirmation and attention. In short, if Sunset Shimmer didn’t know better, she’d think that Pinkie Pie wanted to be manipulated and coerced and taken advantage of.

She didn’t, of course, but thankfully...what Pinkie Pie actually wanted had stopped being relevant the second she sat down that afternoon.

“Pinkie Pie, I’m so sorry about what I said. It was so long ago, I can barely remember it.” It had been literally three weeks ago, but the lies didn’t matter anymore. She reached out for a cupcake without being invited to do so, and as her fingers pinched the sides of it and lifted the spongy treat up from the tray, she watched as Pinkie’s eyes grew wider and more hopeful with every passing second. “That’s all behind us as far as I’m concerned. But what’s in front of me is this tasty looking cupcake, and I just...can’t...stop...myself!”

Sunset was good at pretending. She pretended she was a loyal and doting student to Princess Celestia. She pretended to be an innocent teenage girl to Principal Celestia. She pretended to care about Rarity’s constant fashion rambling. And just now, she pretended to actually respect Pinkie Pie as she brought the cupcake up to her lips and took a great, big bite.

Thankfully, she didn’t have to pretend how much she enjoyed it. The obnoxious little creep was ridiculously good in the kitchen.

“...mmm!” Sunset Shimmer’s eyes widened as the cupcake practically melted on her tongue, basking her in an array of wonderful, sweet flavors crafted with all the expertise one could expect from Pinkie Pie. And while she might’ve enjoyed the flavor, it was undeniable that Sunset Shimmer was...enhancing her performance for the benefit of Pinkie Pie’s reaction. “Pinkie, this is soooooo yummy!”

“I’m so glad you like it, Sunset Shimmer!” Pinkie Pie’s smile was a clear indicator that the compliment hit her hard - her eyes were shining and she looked as if she was about to blast off of her chair like a confetti-fueled rocket. With a big, toothy smile spreading across her face, she gestured to the other treats in rapid succession, all but picking them up and jamming them into Sunset’s face. “Try some more! And this one! Ohh, and this! Hurry, hurry!”

Sunset Shimmer couldn’t help but laugh as she did exactly as Pinkie requested, gulping down big mouthfuls of sugary pastries while the other girl practically vibrated beside her. She took giant bites of the cupcakes and churros, chomped into one of the strangely-textured donuts, and the entire time made it very, very clear that she enjoyed each bite. She finished her feast with another bite of a cupcake, but this time when she sank her teeth into it she made sure that a bit of brightly-colored frosting was left clinging to her upper lip. By the time she swallowed and made a satisfied noise with her mouth, Sunset was gazing right at Pinkie Pie with a pleased look on her face - not to mention that noticeable dot of icing, perfectly placed and with a purpose.

“Everything’s delicious, Pinkie Pie,” Sunset cooed. “I could sit here and eat it all if I wasn’t worried about falling into a sugar coma once I did.” Or at the very least, if she wasn’t worried about being too tired to fuck this hot, bouncy thing in a few minutes. Sure enough, Sunset Shimmer’s plan worked to absolute perfection as Pinkie Pie took notice of the icing on her upper lip, and she soon reached out with one of her bare hands, giggling as she did so.

“Silly, you got icing on your mouth!” Pinkie beamed, just as a finger stretched out and pressed to the corner of Sunset’s lips. As she slid her digit from one side to the other, she managed to successfully collect the excess icing, though the words spoken as she did so started to shift in tone. “Let me get that...for...you…”

Pinkie Pie’s pupils dilated briefly, and Sunset Shimmer wore a passive smile as she allowed her magical powers to take effect. Coercion and manipulation were a joyous thing to the sinister former pony, but not even the cupcake’s icing was as sweet as tricking one of these teenage sluts into walking right into her trap. As soon as Pinkie’s digit crossed Sunset’s lip, it was a foregone conclusion just where they’d end up, and sure enough even Pinkie Pie seemed to have a dim realization of it. She sat stunned for a few seconds as her mind no doubt flooded with all sorts of impulses and desires she’d never experienced until that moment, and sure enough the finger that had collected the icing from Sunset’s lip now drifted upward to her own mouth. She popped the finger past her lips and let it settle there for a second, sweeping her tongue back and forth before removing it and letting her hand drop limp to the table. Sunset Shimmer took that opportunity to finally reach out for a bit more contact, draping her hand across Pinkie Pie’s own and smoothing her thumb back and forth across her flesh.

“Listen, Pinkie…” Sunset cooed, keeping her voice low and letting her eyes drift back and forth, checking to make sure the two of them were remotely alone there in the food court. “This...this is a crazy idea, but now that we’re friends and you’ve given me such a delicious treat, maybe…” She rolled her shoulders and played casual, even going so far as to throw in a lighthearted, nonchalant chuckle. “You know...I parked my car on the far end of the lot. Nobody would see us if we were to…”

“Sunset, I just had the bestest idea!” Pinkie Pie blurted out, her head snapping to full attention and the way she was shaking on the seat becoming frantic. “We should totally go make out in your car! I bet it’ll taste like a sugary explosion now that you ate up those cupcakes!”

Sunset Shimmer just chuckled, and could feel her magical member twitch underneath the tight-fitting fabric of her jeans.

“Pinkie Pie, that sounds like a great idea.”

***

In truth, the line between manipulating Pinkie Pie into an intimate position and simply...asking if she wanted to go make out probably wasn’t nearly as thick as Sunset Shimmer liked to think. Sure, she had laid a masterful trap and lured Pinkie Pie into cursing herself with the other girl’s magical powers, but at the end of the day? She probably could’ve gotten the same result with a choco-taco and a cheesy pick-up line. Pinkie Pie certainly didn’t have the same demure, unapproachable quality that Rarity did, and if the students of CHS partied any harder than their goofy bubblegum pop school dances, Pinkie likely would’ve already been known as the loose wild girl.

Fortunately for Sunset Shimmer, though, nobody seemed to realize that about Pinkie Pie but her, and she was free to reap the rewards in the backseat of her car. As part of her wicked plan she made sure to park as close to the furthest end of the lot as possible - so far back and with so many empty spaces in between her and the mall itself that it was obvious what the car was sitting there for, even before the two girls started to make it rock. To that end, Sunset Shimmer didn’t particularly mind that she was about to claim Pinkie Pie in a semi-public venue. Even if someone were to come across them, even if another student of CHS caught what she was about to do, Pinkie Pie’s reputation with the others was so high and she was so beloved that letting Sunset fuck her would only raise the former pony’s public stock.

Hell, she might even arrange something similar for the future, but for now she was content with leaving it in the hands of fate. Just like Pinkie Pie’s pussy was firmly within her own hand, tucked underneath the waistband of the girl’s tights and nestled below her presumably pink and candy-printed panties.

“You’re so fucking wet…” Sunset Shimmer hissed as she leaned forward, practically wrapped around Pinkie Pie in the backseat. She’d crossed her furthest leg over so far that it snagged one of Pinkie Pie’s, and after hooking the heel of her boot around the other girl’s calf, used the leverage to force her thighs to spread. With one arm drawn tight around Pinkie’s waist and the other leading down below her skirt, she was assaulting nearly every inch of the eager young woman with affection - from the fingers teasing a soaked pink slit to the lips that allowed hungry, hot breath to cascade across Pinkie’s throat. “And you’re trembling so much. Looks like your Spring Fling catering isn’t the only sweet thing I’ll get to taste today…”

Pinkie Pie actively shuddered from arousal, bucking up from the seat and into Sunset’s fingers, whimpering and gasping as the attention continued. Her cheeks had completely darkened with a heavy blush and one of her pigtails had already snapped free - presumably just because Pinkie was so excited that her hair couldn’t help but poof out the rest of the way. She wiggled against the seat as Sunset hooked her center two fingers inside of her cunt, shifting them past the first and second knuckle and coming so, so close to hilting inside of her. Though both girls were still fully dressed, Pinkie Pie already felt like her clothes were crawling on her in a desperate bid to escape, especially the tight leggings that were tenting around the back of Sunset’s hand. In the midst of her excitement and the way her head was constantly swimming, Pinkie Pie looked towards Sunset Shimmer with a nearly-glassy gaze and a rumble of excitement in the back of her throat.

“S...Sunset…” She shivered, and the other girl could feel those warm, tight walls seize around her digits. “I...I like you way better when you’re friendly!”

She had no idea that Sunset Shimmer was being anything but. Not that it mattered - with her magical powers in full effect and combined with her natural talents, the line between genuine friend and manipulative, horny witch was as dangerously thin as Sunset Shimmer’s smile, just as she pressed it once more against Pinkie Pie’s quivering, goosebump-riddled throat. Sunset’s pleasure intensified and she dug forward a little deeper with her fingers, surging the tips far into Pinkie Pie until the other girl gave a sharp gasp that filled the car with the sound of her delight. While applying pressure to keep her digits at the same hungry depth, Sunset wiggled her fingers back and forth and caused Pinkie to practically squirm out of her seat in doing so.

“You’re so sensitive, Pinkie Pie,” Sunset cooed, and dragged her tongue across the other girl’s neck in a long, slow swipe. She tasted like - what else - sugar. Sunset had no idea whether it was Pinkie’s natural flavor or if she just somehow managed to get it on her neck at some point during the day, but it didn’t matter, as she had important plans that just couldn’t wait any longer. With her leg tightening around Pinkie’s and forcing her thighs to spread just a little more, Sunset brought her mouth right back up to Pinkie’s ear, whispering against it with a hot voice that ached with the need she had for her in that moment. The need to claim what she had worked for - the prize for all of her manipulation and planning. “You’re going to ride my cock right here and now, Pinkie Pie. Put all that energy to good use. I’m going to cum inside of you, and then you’re going to clean off my dick while it drips out of your tight, pink pussy. And then…” She hooked her fingers again, and even dug the heel of her hand to Pinkie’s shivering hood. “...we’re going to be good, good friends. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

“Ohh, I loved every part of that!” Pinkie Pie nodded so happily and quickly that her other pigtail snapped free, and her hair immediately bounced into its natural poofy state like jello plopping out of a mold. Once Sunset Shimmer delivered to her a set of marching orders, Pinkie Pie was all too eager to oblige, her hands swiftly snaking up to her shirt to begin actively peeling it away. Sunset was downright surprised at just how quickly Pinkie started to strip, but not quite as surprised as she was to see the sheer amount of candy that fell out of Pinkie’s pockets while she did so. She could barely appreciate the sight of the girl’s surprisingly plump teenage tits because of the snack cakes that tumbled down to the floor of her car, and no sooner did her hand sneak out of Pinkie’s panties did the girl pull them the rest of the way down - followed by an immediate scattering noise as tiny, brightly-colored candies fell from her pockets.

“Pinkie! It’s going to take me all day to clean up all these fucking jelly beans!”

“Sorry, Sunset!” Pinkie Pie giggled, but was already hyper-focused on the task at hand. She clapped her hands against Sunset Shimmer’s shoulders and suddenly swung forward, looping one naked pink thigh around the girl’s waist and straddling right atop her lap. Just as requested she was completely naked from head to toe, and already she had a hand nestled between Sunset’s thighs, teasing the bulging impression of a massive member against the fabric of her jeans. “Ohhh, this feels really big, Sunset! Good thing I practice at home with Maud!”

“--what the fuck did you just sa--”

Sunset suddenly hissed, the thought slipping from her mind as she felt Pinkie’s eager hands work at her jeans to unzip and unbutton them. Clever fingers found her member underneath her panties and suddenly pulled her forward, leaving Sunset’s cock exposed to the open air and finally free from its denim prison after several long moments of tense teasing. She was already rock hard and practically aching in pleasure, and as such it was easy for Pinkie Pie to smoothly wrap her digits around that mammoth unit at the base, raising her own hips forward to begin sliding her folds back and forth across a glistening tip.

“F...fuck, you’re hot,” Sunset Shimmer hissed in an honest tone, a bit angry with herself for not really moving on that fact sooner. Like most of the most popular girls at school, Pinkie Pie was her own brand of smoking fire - undeniably fuckable just as much as she was undeniably adorable. With increasing bitterness Sunset was starting to regret not taking to her sinister plan even earlier, but then...why lose herself in regret, when she could live in the now? A “now” that included Pinkie Pie’s plump pussy slowly gliding down atop her throbbing cock - while Rarity was sitting by the phone just waiting for her to call for another date. Things were going well for Sunset Shimmer, the absolute worst girl to ever walk through CHS’s halls. “Keep going. All the way down. Show me how much fun you really are, Pinkie.”

Her words were perfectly chosen, triggering within Pinkie Pie the girl’s deep, desperate need to make people happy and be known as the most fun girl they’d ever meet. Her lower lip stuck forward bravely and she gave Sunset Shimmer a firm nod, just as she tightened her hands against the collar of the girl’s shirt and started to force herself down. While the inches engulfed Sunset’s rod the amber-skinned bitch gave a joyful shudder, her eyes briefly closing and her head rolling back, savoring that warm, wet, inviting grip. Different from Rarity, and she was sure her car would end up smelling more like a pinata than perfume, but nonetheless a perfect treat to be enjoyed. By the time Pinkie Pie was taking every inch of Sunset Shimmer and resting squarely in her lap, the other girl flashed a devious grin and brought her hand down against Pinkie’s rear for a hard, hungry slap.

“Eep!” Pinkie’s squeak filled the car but quickly evolved into a moan, just as Sunset’s hand stretched out after impact and started to squeeze inward with every digit. Pinkie’s candy-fascination had ensured that her backside was wonderfully squishy and soft, and Sunset delighted in feeling it shiver underneath her grasp. Soon another spank came that turned into yet another squeeze, and before long the former pony had a possessive grip on both sides of Pinkie Pie’s rump - the perfect position to begin encouraging her to ride. Pinkie Pie did just that at Sunset’s urging, squeezing her knees up against the car seat and slowly rolling back and forth, taking every last inch of amber dick while she did so. “Ohh, you’re...I never knew you could be so friendly, Sunset!”

“I have to be properly motivated,” Sunset replied with a smirk, just as she bucked her hips forward to give Pinkie Pie yet another taste of her cock. With the other girl’s knees firmly in place and her throbbing length well-gripped by her pussy, Sunset Shimmer picked up the pace of her own thrusts, and in doing so urged Pinkie to ride her a little harder. She dropped her mouth to the edge of Pinkie’s shoulder and began to hungrily kiss and lick yet again, hoping that the silent encouragement would be enough for Pinkie to lean more into moans and noises of joy, rather than forcing her to have a conversation. After all, even if Pinkie Pie was a hot new slut to wrap around her dick, the last thing Sunset Shimmer wanted was to actually have a conversation with her.

Thankfully, Pinkie Pie was taking to the motions well, squeezing her fingers around Sunset’s collar and riding her with a surprising grace. She was always so energetic and bouncy it made perfect sense that she’d be an expert cock rider, swinging her hips against Sunset’s lap to ensure that her perfect amber dick wedged deep inside. She was even skilled enough to swing her hips from side to side every other particularly deep thrust, grinding that length against her walls and ensuring that the two of them could experience every last second of intense, deep pleasure. She even gave in to Sunset’s silent encouragement to stop her talking, the noises from her throat effectively replaced by happy whimpers and pathetic gasps, all while her body tightened and shivered on Sunset’s lap.

The car parked at the far end of the lot was certainly rocking by now, far away from the eyes of anyone else. Within, the air was laced with the scent of sugar and sex blended together, and Sunset found herself drawing a deep and satisfying scent of it as she rocked her hips harder. Pinkie’s walls were wonderfully tight and wet, squeezing and grasping at her cock in constant waves, doing its damndest to milk her of her load even though they’d only just begun. If Rarity was any indication, Sunset Shimmer would be enjoying this new slut well into the afternoon and beyond, and as such she didn’t do anything to slow down Pinkie’s pace or work to keep her restrained. If she rode herself into a creampie, it was merely the first step of what was going to be a messy, sticky evening for her. More so than usual.

“Mmm…” Sunset hummed to herself, drawing her tongue up from Pinkie’s throat with ribbons of spit still tethering them together. One of her hands left the girl’s plump pink backside to shift right into her hair, and she yanked at Pinkie’s locks to force her down for a wicked kiss. With a probing tongue and a dominant presence Sunset claimed the other girl’s lips with her own, and her free hand offered Pinkie a sharp spank while they made out - just so she could taste the other girl’s gasp against her lips. She wasn’t disappointed, as Pinkie Pie was left even more raw and sensitive with that new level of intimacy, and as such started to fuck all the faster.

Sunset’s senses flared, and she found herself savoring the kiss more than even she would’ve suspected. Beyond the pleasure of that pink pussy wrapped around her dick, beyond the bliss of the scent of sex in the air and the noise of Pinkie’s nearly-orgasmic sounds, this moment resonated deep in Sunset Shimmer as yet another conquest. Yet another accomplishment in her goal to take over CHS. Pinkie Pie was every bit as important as Rarity when it came to her wicked schemes - her popularity, her skillset, her pussy - all of them would be utilized to elevate the woman that now subtly controlled her strings. Just like the ivory-skinned fashionista before her, Pinkie Pie belonged to Sunset Shimmer now. Not as a mindbroken thrall or an unwilling servant, but as a joyful, enthusiastic participant in everything that her sinister mistress would suggest from that moment on. What was the point in having pets if they didn’t act like themselves, after all?

With every thrust of Sunset’s hips, her control over Pinkie Pie grew. Every pump that stirred her pussy also squeezed into Pinkie’s senses a deeper trust and affection for Sunset - a girl that she was becoming increasingly, wildly infatuated with. When their kiss finally ended with a bridge of saliva still connecting their lips, Pinkie Pie wobbled back and forth with frazzled hair and blushing cheeks, shivering as she did her best to maintain the pace.

“Wooooow, Sunset, you...you make me feel so...wooooooooooow!” Pinkie Pie almost looked like she was about to faint from the overwhelming sensations, but instead burst into a heated series of giggles that quickly evolved into piercing moans. “You’re...you’re gonna make me...make me…”

Pinkie Pie’s blush told Sunset Shimmer everything she needed to know. Pinkie Pie was about to cum, and in that moment would be achingly vulnerable as any inexperienced teenage girl would be. Well...maybe inexperienced. She really had to follow up on that Maud thing. But for the moment it looked like Pinkie was in the midst of her first true impending climax with another person, and Sunset Shimmer wasn’t about to let that window pass by without capitalizing on it. Even though she was utterly confident that Pinkie Pie was already hers, she couldn’t help herself but to dip her head forward and press her mouth flush against the other girl’s ear, whispering in a playful voice that she knew Pinkie would enjoy.

“I’m going to pump my frosting right into your donut, Pinkie Pie,” she promised, speaking in Pinkie’s preferred language and giving her yet another hard spank across that wonderfully squeezable rear. “Play your cards right, and maybe we’ll go for a baker’s dozen tonight.”

With that lofty - but attainable - vow hanging in the air, Sunset Shimmer finally shifted her hands to Pinkie’s hips and forcibly pushed her down. It was the last strike needed to ensure her own peak, and she fully suspected that the second her cum began to flow that Pinkie’s orgasm wouldn’t be long after. Sure enough, as she hilted herself within the other girl and her cock started to tremble and throb, Pinkie Pie started to actively convulse. In a way that was...well...a little frightening, at least if someone wasn’t all that familiar with the wild young woman.

Pinkie Pie’s eyes twitched as she started to get her cream filling, every muscle going tight and her fingers locking fiercely around Sunset’s jacket collar. Thrust after thrust gave her heavy squirts of cum straight into her trembling nethers, pumping flush within her walls and offering her a warmth that she’d never experienced before. It was easy for Pinkie to ride that moment into her own intense climax, and she vibrated and shook atop Sunset’s lap as if in the midst of some elaborate self-destruct mode. Higher and higher she squealed and squeaked and whined until--

“Nyyyyyaaaaaah!” Pinkie Pie’s orgasm crashed over her like a thundering wave, and when it truly struck her there was a tiny...explosion that went along with it. Sunset couldn’t possibly describe it other than simply shrugging her shoulders and chalking it up to Pinkie Pie - all she knew was that there wasn’t any confetti in her car before Pinkie Pie came. But now?

“...Pinkie, you’re making a total fucking mess of my backseat.”

“Heeeee...hehe...yeah.”

***

Jelly beans. Confetti. Cotton candy. Sunset Shimmer didn’t even notice when that last one made the scene, but sure enough there was a big cloud of it sitting on the seat beside her, like a tumbleweed if this was a showdown at high noon. She really was making a total mess of Sunset’s car, but the bright colors and the sweet smell certainly helped take the edge off - as did the fact that for all of the mess she was making, Pinkie Pie was showing a willingness to clean.

“That’s it...lick it all over,” Sunset Shimmer shivered, nibbling her bottom lip and rocking her hips forward. She was stretched out on the backseat now with her jeans pulled down to the floor and her jacket dismissed, her shirt pulled up and over her chest to expose her bra-clad breast. The sinister young woman was fondling her own tits through the fabric of her undergarment while her cock continued sticking straight up, glistening with cum, not to mention Pinkie’s juices and spit alike. “How’s that for a tasty snack, Pinkie? Probably not as good as your cupcakes, but I bet it still hits the spot.”

“Mmm! It’s super yummy, Sunset!” Pinkie giggled, squatting as she was on the floor of the backseat. It was a tight fit but her curvy figure was making the most of it, her plump pink tits resting on the edge of the seat and Sunset’s balls sitting right atop her cleavage. She was fawning over Sunset Shimmer exactly as she deserved - kissing across her thighs and her exposed belly when she wasn’t licking that perfect member, smoothing her hands over Sunset’s legs all the way down to where her boots began. When there was a silence between them Sunset could still hear her cum dripping from Pinkie’s hole in a wet pattering noise to the floor below, but...after all the messes Pinkie already made, it’d be silly to be upset about that one. Especially when Pinkie looked so damn happy with her newest favorite oral fixation. “I just wanna suck on it all day long! I wanna cuddle it and kiss it and cover it with syrup and slurp it all up!”

Sunset Shimmer blinked, and arched an eye with her lips thinly pressed together in quiet, contemplative thought.

“...I’ll buy you some flavored lube,” she finally murmured, and pointed squarely at Pinkie Pie’s nose. “Do not put syrup on my dick, or that’ll be the last time you see it.”

“You got it, Sunset Shimmer!” Pinkie Pie giggled and even saluted, immediately falling in line with a full understanding of the pecking order between them. Without complaint Pinkie went immediately back to work, dragging her tongue across Sunset’s member from the very base all the way to the tip, securing her hand against it and slapping it across her own cheeks, and just generally...worshipping it. Fawning over it. Doing everything she could muster with her lips, hands, tongue, and nose to make Sunset Shimmer feel good. After all, much like Rarity before her, the pleasure and well-being of her friends was of paramount importance to Pinkamena Diane Pie! Something that Sunset Shimmer was keenly aware of, and all too happy to exploit.

She was doing an admirable job, and Sunset Shimmer smirked to herself as she basked in the attention. So casually and dominantly did she lean back in the seat of her car that she was already starting to feel a bit like royalty - smug and self-satisfied, as pleased with herself as she was with Pinkie. She gazed out both of the side windows of the car to make sure they were still quite alone, and then pinched one of the jelly beans resting on the seat between her fingers, popping it into her mouth and giving it a lazy chew. She treated the backseat of her car like a throne that afternoon, and for good reason considering how she was being tended to. By that point Pinkie Pie was putting her noisy mouth to the important task of sucking her balls, just after lifting them up with a gentle hand from her pink cleavage and turning her face to meet them. She was slurping each one with a greedy tongue and a happy noise from the back of her throat, making sure that it was wet and messy and incredibly soothing for the other girl. Sunset’s cock was twitching within Pinkie’s grasp and only when she was distracted by a bead of precum did she dart her head up to give a long lick of the tip, just before resuming her work and smearing her soaked lips back and forth over that warm, heavy sack.

Pinkie Pie was predictably amazing when it came to giving a blowjob, as it combined so many of her natural talents - pleasing others and shoving things into her mouth. When she returned to Sunset’s shaft she did so with determination, wrapping her lips completely around the head before darting down to take every inch into her gullet, forcing herself to deepthroat that incredible unit. Back and forth she proceeded to move, her eyes opening wide as she did so, allowing her throat to be bulged by a cockhead that tested the limits of her gag reflex. A reflex that, as Sunset Shimmer wasn’t in the least surprised to discover, didn’t actually exist.

“Fuck, Pinkie, you’re handling that like a real pro,” Sunset mused, just before slipping a hand down into a poofy wedge of Pinkie’s hair. She threaded her fingers deep within the curly locks and held it as fiercely as a leash, fully intended on making the most of this newly-discovered talent. “Guess it comes from inhaling all those snacks like you’re in a friggin’ cartoon. I’m going to see just how far this goes, is that alright with you?”

It didn’t matter what she answered, because Sunset already knew it was. Anything she wanted, anything she asked for, was hers for the taking with enough magic and charm applied to this eager cocksucker. Naturally, Pinkie Pie’s eyes were shining as she gave two big thumbs-up, and Sunset Shimmer smirked as she prepared to really put the girl to task. She started by dragging Pinkie’s head back down into her lap all the way, pushing her down to the point that her pink throat was bulging and her lips were left drooling and gasping, pressed against Sunset’s lap. Every magnificent inch of amber-colored cock was left lodged in Pinkie’s mouth, completely hidden within that warm, wet, inviting entrance that wasn’t actually struggling to take it. Pinkie continued to breathe easily while she deepthroated Sunset with nothing short of perfection, her hands moving to rest against the girl’s knees even as her own hips started to sway. No doubt that pink pussy was leaking more cum onto the floor - she’d need a refill once they were done with this experiment.

“Oh, I’m going to enjoy being good friends with you, Pinkie Pie,” Sunset Shimmer cooed, her eyes flashing with a venom that might nearly have been threatening, were she not so endeared to the other girl that afternoon. After taking a deep and thundering breath, Sunset Shimmer guided the fingers of her free hand into Pinkie’s hair as well, and soon held a firm two-handed grasp on those curly, dark pink locks. As her teeth came down against her bottom lip, Sunset Shimmer took one last lingering glance at her new pet, appreciating just how...cute she was. Lips drawn taut around her massive cock, spit coating her cheeks to a truly disgraceful degree, naked shoulders lifted just above the edge of the seat. Pinkie Pie was always pretty, but when she was submissive? She was downright adorable. Sunset Shimmer could only imagine that she’d look even better after a few minutes of real facefucking.

She gave Pinkie just that, without giving the girl any further warning of her intention. With two hands fiercely in her hair, she bucked her hips up from the backseat just as she slammed Pinkie’s face into her lap, only to draw both sides apart before repeating the process with even more vigorous glee. Pleasure washed over her like wildfire and Sunset’s moan filled the sugar-scented air in the car, with the noises of Pinkie’s depraved first throatfuck serving as an underlying melody. She didn’t gag or cough or groan in any form of ache, but her voice still rose with a joyful moan amidst a litany of sloppy slurping noises, the naturally expected sounds of a throbbing member rapidly plunging in and out of a wet, tight hole.

It was damn near paradise for Sunset Shimmer on so many fronts. The perfect place to sheathe her cock and the chance to manhandle one of the most annoying girls in school?! It was the best bargain to be claimed at CHS, and Sunset was determined to enjoy it. The car parked at the edge of the lot was bouncing more than ever now, shaking up and down as Sunset’s backside launched from the seat only to jam ahead against Pinkie Pie’s sloppy, spit-covered face. When she could feel the other girl’s fingers tighten against her thighs it only encouraged Sunset Shimmer to rock forward harder, to draw a white-knuckled grasp within Pinkie’s hair and to let her own voice fill the car with greedy, noisy, dominant cries.

“Yes, yes, yes! Your throat is so fucking tight, Pinkie! Choke on my fucking cock!” Her words were reckless and wild, a natural step from her typical capacity for cruelty now that she knew she had a pet that could handle it. If she treated Rarity like a whore, she would’ve had to deal with nonstop wailing and sobbing. But Pinkie Pie? This resilient, bouncy pink bitch was practically born for it. Sunset’s cock throbbed within the depths of Pinkie’s throat when Sunset forced her down all the way and held her there, refusing to let her up for breath while she growled from the back of her throat. “You’re not getting back up until I can feel your tongue on my balls!”

It wasn’t much of a challenge, and the reason it took Pinkie Pie so long to oblige was likely so she could savor the thrill of having her new super bestest friend’s dick jammed inside of her to the point of a gulping throat. When she was finally ready to come back up, Pinkie’s tongue started to wiggle within her mouth, first to tease and worship the underside of Sunset’s shaft, and then slooooowly to creep out past her lips, using the other girl’s cock as a guide. As talented as she was, it was no surprise that once she applied herself to the moment Pinkie Pie ushered her tongue squarely to the spot where Sunset’s cock met her balls - and then swiftly dipped even lower.

“Mmm...fuuuuuck…” Sunset Shimmer continued to hiss and roll her hips, actively having to bite down on her lip with some ferocity to stop from cumming. It was so tempting - so, so, so tempting - to pull her cock out of the other girl’s mouth at the last minute and unleash rope after rope of cum straight across her face. It was a mental image she knew would be every bit as delicious as expected, with white streaks crossing over blushing pink cheeks and a gasping, open mouth. Still...Pinkie Pie was a girl that loved her snacks and treats, and Sunset Shimmer was keen on giving her the most delicious treat of her life. She was a kind, benevolent, manipulative magical scheming bitch like that. “Pinkie, just a little longer...I’m going to shoot straight down your fuckin’ throat…”

Pinkie Pie’s shivering intensified upon hearing the promise, and she tightened her hands against Sunset’s thighs in preparation. When Sunset took control of Pinkie’s head once more, it was the most vigorous series of facefucks yet, so hard and so fast that it tested even the sugar addict’s capacity to have things jammed directly down her gullet. The sloppy noises filled the car just as the windows grew fogged and the car kept bouncing, unleashing creaks and squeaks the entire time. When Sunset’s peak finally crashed against her, she saw her promise through to the end, and with one mighty shove forward forced her cock as deep into Pinkie’s throat as she could manage. Both hands left Pinkie’s hair only to wrap around the back of her head and force her down even further, and with that pink nose wedged against her bush and Pinkie’s eyes going wide from shock, finally squirted her load.

Pinkie still managed to take it all without gagging or choking or coughing - the absolute fucking cocksucking champion that she was - but still wet, messy noises filled the car while Sunset’s cum poured straight into her throat. There was slobbering and suckling, slurping and gasping, and when Sunset Shimmer gazed down at her lap she could see that Pinkie was left in an absolutely blissful state with cum packing her senses. It was so severe and surged so heavily through her that it was leaking out of her nose and down into the hair just above Sunset’s nethers, showcasing just how absolutely depraved Pinkie could be when properly motivated. The gentle squeezing around the head of her cock was enough to tell Sunset that Pinkie was still swallowing greedily and gulping down as much as she could, and only when she was finally sure she was finished did she bother to pull away. Slowly thanks to the sensitivity on her tender cockhead, Sunset eased her prick out of Pinkie’s tight, spasming throat and past her lips once more, only to slap it squarely across the other girl’s face with one more dismissive strike. Sunset was downright beaming by that point, and tossed another errant jelly bean into her mouth while Pinkie was left a cum-packed mess.

“So,” Sunset began, speaking while she chewed and looking as satisfied with herself as a woman could be. “When you do your thing at the Spring Fling, I want you to give it your all, Pinkie. And I’ll help you out as much as I can...so everyone knows that we’re the very best of friends. Deal?”

Pinkie Pie took a minute to answer. Not because she was stunned or choking or gasping, of course, but because she was doing something she usually only deserved for the tastiest of treats - savoring. Her lips were closed and her tongue was swimming back and forth through a sea of cum, just as her hands were laying palm up underneath Sunset’s tip, catching excess cum that she could slurp down after. She was a messy, sweaty, cum-packed little tart that afternoon, and afforded herself the time to really let the flavor of magical seed sink into her senses before finally swallowing and nodding in an eager affirmative.

Sunset Shimmer just grinned, and basked in the chaos that was her backseat. The confetti. The jelly beans. The cotton candy. The cum on the floor and splattered across her lap. Making Pinkie Pie her loyal lover was never going to be a tidy affair, but damned if it wasn’t worth the effort.

“Good,” Sunset finally barked, and snapped her fingers to draw Pinkie Pie’s attention once more. “Now put a shirt on, we’re going to my apartme--.”

She paused, looked around from side to side, and then grumbled with a roll of her eyes.

“Now put a shirt on, we’re going to a hotel.”

End of Chapter 2.

Author's Note