Prismatic Mastery

by oop

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, DJ P0N-3, Human, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Rainbow Dash, Romance
Length: 2706

When a certain lonely weather girl is interrupted in the shower by a certain "innocent" DJ, only a fun night can ensue.

Rainbow Dash is living a vaguely ordinary day in her vaguely ordinary life when the doorbell rings. It's new to her, no one rings the doorbell in her little apartment, but the face she finds on the other side of the door is all too familiar...
(WARNING: This is a work of humanized fanfiction not based on any actual events. This fiction may not be suitable for s̶̲̅o̶̲̅m̶̲̅e̶̲̅ ̶̲̅a̶̲̅u̶̲̅d̶̲̅i̶̲̅e̶̲̅n̶̲̅c̶̲̅e̶̲̅s̶̲̅ ANYONE. Consider yourself warned.)

Published 2013-11-07 01:30:03 UTC
Last updated 2013-11-07 01:30:03 UTC

Prismatic Mastery

Rainbow Dash did not like her job. It was a career designed for her figure rather than her talent and she found it rather degrading. Despite her deep athleticism and wit all that had come of her long practice was a fit form that enticed the eyes of men. She had, at one point, considered herself very sporty, a track and field all star in some respects, but that was back in her high school days…

Now, when she felt she should’ve been in a fine university on an athletic scholarship, she was a dropout, standing her ample breast in front of the morning television audience and delivering news of a never-changing weather pattern. She had come to be a weather-girl of all things, not an Olympic runner, not even a respectable woman with a degree. Nineteen years of life had culminated into a less than satisfactory result.

When her reporting day ended at five she would walk home, occasionally in rain she knew better than anyone would be harsh. She lived on the bottom floor of a middle-class apartment building in a room that served only her most basic of commodities. What wasn’t rent money went to food and it was rarely good. She consisted almost entirely on cheap ramen noodles and tap water. At the very least her meager diet allowed her to keep her thin form.

It was a chilly December night when her feet crossed the doorstep into her cold apartment. The news had been slow, as it always was, and it was less than a pleasure to deliver it. Still, her false smile had been convincing enough, and she had been let off work precisely on time. The day could’ve counted as somewhat well off, as one of the older cameramen had given her a “bonus” upward of two-hundred dollars in exchange for her own self photography. It was lewd and disgusting, but it was a way to gain some independent earning and her pride remained intact.

That wasn’t to say she was innocent in her usual routine, for she quite enjoyed sex, but she was far from pitiful enough to soil her body. There was no thrill in that as there was finding the long-single men and leading them on to her own domination. When the nights were particularly lonely she would find the bars and take the most virginal among the patrons. It wasn’t just men either, the college girls were just as good if not better in bed. She had a particular affinity for freckles and glasses…

And this was exactly what she was thinking of that December evening. Most of her ill-gotten windfall had gone to groceries, still cheap but at least tasteful enough to break the mold. The last fifty or so was floating through her mind in the form of prices on drinks.

Leaving her paper sacks on the table, Rainbow moved to the small bathroom, shedding her work issued dress along the way without an ounce of care given. She liked being nude, and could use a shower before an exciting night anyway. She stopped at the mirror, placing her hands on the edges of the sink and making eye contact with the pink irises beyond the mirror. She smiled, leaning back to thrust her breasts forward, enormous to the point of chiropractic need. They had, more than likely, been the cause of her inflexibility in sport, no brassiere being able to hold them back. Her hair went down to her shoulders, once blonde, but now dyed with every shade of prismatic color. It was gaudy perhaps, but it was a novelty that set her apart from the rest of the world, something she very much desired from her low standing.

The water was at least warm, and more importantly paid for. Steam gushed up past her grateful face as she stepped onto the porcelain and allowed the water to cascade over her shoulders. The goose bumps, formed heavy on her tanned skin from exposure to the cold, smoothed over into soft sienna. She sighed at the warmth, dousing her hair into the water with a prismatic sweep. She would use one or more of the magazine perfume samples she collected from her co-workers, intent on giving tonight a happy ending.

Chimes went off through the apartment before Rainbow could even get a hand on the shampoo. This was a certain curiosity, her five high school friends had yet to visit her here, most having continued to university. She had paid her rent and other bills yesterday in direct so it couldn’t be the collector. A mischievous smile played over her lips at the thought, probably a client of the apartment come to the wrong room. She cut the water and pulled a towel over herself, the top of her breasts still visible to her caller, and went to the door.

By the time she made it there the bell had chimed off three more times, whoever it was had grown impatient, a good sign. Angry sex could be the best kind of sex if her partner were correctly manipulated. A second wetness fell down her thigh at the thought, this one warmer and stickier than the water.

“Sorry to keep you waiting,” said Rainbow, in a voice that could melt chocolate “You caught me bathing…” the chain in the door stayed in place as she cracked it, wanting a view of her prospective catch before she cast the net of her charm.

The figure that came into view was a terrifying surprise to her. It was a female, though it was not immediately obvious, her hair cut short in such a way it was intentionally dykish. Done in a brilliant electric blue and spiked a foot above her head. Even so the highest spike couldn’t even tickle Rainbow’s nose. The girl was diminutive, tiny even, probably less than five feet tall. Her breasts, which appeared large on her, could only be a low B. With a sense of growing dread, and a familiar tingling between her thighs, Rainbow realized she knew this girl.

“Hey Dashie,” said the blue haired girl, cute even with her wild mane and purple glasses “surprised to see me?”

“Vinyl…” said Rainbow, her eyes trailing up the tiny pink miniskirt and the matching tank beginning to slip off at the shoulder. She wore no bra, as Rainbow remembered, because she never truly needed one. “Yes, I certainly never expected you here tonight…”

Vinyl giggled “Caught you at a good time it sounds like,” she said, turning only somewhat innocently to display her pert rear cheeks covered by frilly panties under the skirt “Are you going to let me in?”

Somewhat numb, Rainbow shut the door to undo the latch, then let it swing open for Vinyl to slide inside. She could remember her last meeting, even though she was already well under alcohol’s influence when they had first spoken. She had been too young to purchase a drink for herself and, charmed, Rainbow had lined up shots for her. She wasn’t old enough either but she looked it better than the too-cute Vinyl did. It was fuzzy after that, clearing as they reached the bed, Vinyl on her toes to kiss her passionately, clawing as if they had too many clothes between them…

“It’s been too long Dashie,” said Vinyl, putting a finger on her lips “I just couldn’t wait for your call, I wanted to tell you how good I’ve been…”

How good? Of course… the bedroom eyes behind her shades conveyed they were thinking on the same wavelength. Remembering how lustful Rainbow had grown as she had been called…

“Mommy?” said Vinyl, the other shoulder of her tank slipping off with a practiced shrug “Don’t you want to inspect me? I’ve been making sure my body is ready for you…”

Rainbow would’ve made a mess of whatever clothing she had worn right there. She had a helpless fetish for innocence and the word “mommy” might as well have been a trigger. Vinyl had been the only one to oblige her this and just the single word had brought her to a knee shaking orgasm. She was thankful for the towel, it hid her weakness.

Vinyl had left her number, and she had it in her phone, but she hadn’t called, afraid to find out she was underage. She said she wasn’t, and a license that could have been real had backed up her statement, but the fear remained. She looked so young the way her eyes had glimmered childishly, the way her laugh lilted into a girlish giggle, the baby soft feel of the skin as her fingers trailed down her belly…

The girl had her small hand down under the waistband of her skirt, vague movement underneath providing a foggy illustration of what was going on behind the magenta curtain. Rainbow realized with a flash of embarrassment that her left breast had slipped free of the towel, stimulating Vinyl to the self-induced pleasure trip. It seemed like the bar would not be necessary…

“Stop that,” she said assertively, to which Vinyl froze “No one is allowed to touch you there, not even yourself, without my permission.”

Vinyl whimpered, withdrawing her hand and pouting as Rainbow pushed the towel back up over her chest. It gave her a rush to see Vinyl respond readily to her command, and she had many more to give. “Strip down, Vinyl,” she said, ice in her tone “Demonstrate yourself to me.”

“Yes mommy,” said Vinyl, her skirt dropping at once and her tank popping over her head so fast her breasts never bounced. Rainbow only saw the double note on the crotch of her panties before they too slid down her supple legs and kicked off her left foot. Vinyl turned, knees coming to the floor as she presented her succulent rear for Rainbow’s perusal, purring at her domination.

Rainbow spanked her “Now,” she said, talking over Vinyl’s sudden outcry “You called me by the wrong title again. I am your mistress do you understand?”

“Y-yes mistress…” Vinyl stuttered, simultaneously desperate for and dreading punishment again. She rolled onto her back, showing her whole body to her hungry eyes. Rainbow smiled approvingly, the towel dropping entirely now as she crawled toward Vinyl, her face meeting hers as she slid the purple shades off her face to stare into the bright red eyes. Vinyl squeaked in anticipation, her excitement evident behind her bedroom eyes.

Their lips met, neither coloring the other as both preferred their natural look, and more importantly their taste. Their tongues met each other in an intricate and beautiful dance, desperate to explore even more of each other, more desperate to taste every drop of the others delicious juice.

Rainbow’s fingers found their mark in Vinyl’s honey pot, delving in without mercy. Vinyl was, technically, a virgin. Her hymen had been broken by the end of a hairbrush years before she met Rainbow, but she had been her first and only partner. No phallus would ever take her, and as Rainbow’s delicate fingers found the most sensitive spots on her puffed folds, she was reminded why. Vinyl whined for her mistress, losing delicious fluids over her fingers.

Sharp gasping and panting was Rainbow’s cue to continue, sliding down Vinyl’s body, tongue trailing from the nape of her neck, across her pert stomach, and landing in the delicious pussy lips. She kissed the still gushing folds, satisfied by Vinyl’s tired gasp she delved deeper, tongue lashing against the inner walls. She had discovered the G-spot a moment before and now attacked it fervently, swallowing the vaginal fluid that flowed from her precious tunnel like a river. Vinyl was a squirter, and Rainbow loved every second of it as she lapped the nectar out of her like a dog by its water bowl, primal instinct driving her forward to an inevitable orgasm.

Vinyl screamed out as her tidal wave of an orgasm crashed over her mind, washing away all other thought. Love cascaded through her as tired eyes, glazed over from pleasure, cast themselves over the succulent body of her beautiful mistress, whining slightly as her perfect form moved away from her. The light, dusky brown of her skin was all she could make out as she walked away, her afterglow too hard to peer through for the words to come out as anything but garbled noise. All she wanted was to touch her again once before she lost her thoughts.

But Rainbow had other plans. Far from allowing Vinyl to lose consciousness, she had the intention of making her lose her mind. The feel of warm plastic slipped easily past her nether lips and she released a deep moan. The shorter end of her twin tipped toy buried itself lusciously inside her as she clipped the leather straps around her glorious back cheeks. She felt another moan rising in her and in such an aroused state she felt like falling and using it on herself alone. But Vinyl was waiting, and she would not deny her…

The small form on the floor had barely come to clarity when she felt the comforting hold of her mistress’s hands on her arms again. She could feel herself being turned over onto her stomach, and found just enough strength to prop herself up on her hands and knees. Vinyl gasped in surprise as Rainbow touched her sopping lips with the bulbous tip of the dildo. She squealed in expectation, excited beyond words she was able to express that her mistress would own her at last through the taking of her body and mind.

Pleasure coursed through both of them simultaneously as Rainbow thrust forward, claiming the viselike grip of Vinyl’s precious tunnel with the artificial length. The end within her own folds touched her deeply and she twisted, just as she had learned to, so she could gain all the pleasure of her little Vinyl’s body. Their thighs touched as they met each other’s deepest place through extent of pleasure.

A wet slap came between them each time Rainbow pushed forward, her own delicious juices mixing with those which vinyl had already soaked the floor. She moaned deeply, the sound of a master, matching Vinyl’s desperate screams of pleasure. Lights flashed behind the eyes of both with their infinite lust being fed a bounty of primal acts. Rainbow’s hands came to Vinyl’s shoulders, nails biting into the skin as she tried to pull her closer, to make her a part of her.

Climax struck like a thunderbolt, and the both experienced it in the same instant. Their already incoherent minds burst together in an explosion that culminated from every spark lit as their skins touched. They rode together, moaning and screaming as they finally experienced the glorious release.

Rainbow was the first to be able to move. Still panting with lust, saliva dripping from her mouth onto Vinyl’s pert stomach, she withdrew, casting aside the toy. It had come to the moment where all she wanted to feel was Vinyl’s body on hers. The glazed ecstasy, still apparent on her features, let the other know she was thinking the same.

Their breasts pressed against each other as Rainbow pulled her lover into a slow, delicious kiss. Their tongues danced their swan song and came apart, the desperate passion ended, a deeper feeling of bliss having replaced. For awhile they merely lay in the wetness that was their fluids, so drenched that it had wet Vinyl’s hair. She broke the silence with her tiny voice.

“I love you mistress…” she said, cuddling into her shoulder “Can I… spend the night?”

“Of course…” said Rainbow, with the last of the energy she could muster. They were both exhausted, too much so to even move, but when Rainbow was quite certain her partner had fallen asleep, she whispered a final phrase.

“Love you too Vinyl…”

Author's Note

To anyone attracted to my writing by this fanfiction I (somwhat uncertainly) welcome you to my extensive archive of mlp fanfiction and hope you will stick around for further installments!
For anyone who read this because they liked my previous fanfiction... I'm so sorry...