The Threesome

Chapters

The Pre-sex Story
The Sex
The Dark Ending

The Pre-sex Story

It could be said that Sunset and Sonata’s house afforded them a certain degree of privacy. It was located on what might fairly be called the outskirts of the city, hugging the mountain range that marked the city’s eastern border. Certainly it was secluded, with a sparser number of houses per square mile and a generous amount of countryside between them, the illusion of being alone together on a mountainside was one Sonata and Sunset were easily able to comprehend.

Unfortunately, this illusion had been effectively shattered by the introduction into their lives of the Capital supermodel, Fleur Dis Lis. Accompanying le grand patron, Fancy Pants, to the city for the upcoming grand arts exhibition, which Sonata was to be a part of, Fleur had managed to insinuate herself into their lives. To Sonata’s dismay and frustration, the supermodel had taken an apparent romantic interest in Sunset. To Sunset Shimmer’s dismay and frustration, Sonata was becoming increasingly temperamental at Fleur’s flirting, and Sunset’s own stock of patience was running low as she repeatedly spurned Fleur’s advances.

Fleur had the annoying habit of ‘accidentally’ meeting them in seemingly random places, and taking the opportunity to speak with Sunset as much as she could.

“Okay, this has to stop,” Sonata snapped when this had happened for a sixth time.

Fleur gave an affected look of surprise, arching her eyebrows prettily into an expression of innocent bewilderment. “Whatever do you mean?” she asked.

Sonata squared up to her. Fleur was about a head taller than her, and even on her tiptoes Sonata’s face barely reached Fleur’s chin. “All this following us around. It’s creepy, and it’s annoying. Sunset’s my girlfriend, not yours!”

The three of them were quiet for a few moments. Sunset looked around furtively, hoping not too many people had heard the outburst. Fortunately the traffic was quite energetic at the moment out in the car park where they were all standing, and only the closest people heard. A man and woman gave them all passing looks of disapproval that elicited a scowl from Sunset, and one elderly woman shuffled passed, intoning “Work it out, dears. Work it all out.”

“Okay, look,” Sunset said, stepping between them. Sonata looked as though she wanted to knock Fleur’s block off, but Fleur simply looked faintly amused, as though she’d like to see Sonata try it. “We’re not fighting about this. I’m sorry Fleur, but Sonata is right,” she said, turning to look Fleur full in the face. “I love Sonata, and I’m sorry, but I’m not going to leave her for you. I don’t know how many times you want me to say it.”

Fleur paused here, tracing her pale pink lips with a slender white finger. “Perhaps you’re right,” she said quietly.

“Right,” Sonata growled. “Glad we got that settled, now go aw—“

“I should rethink this,” Fleur said to herself, evidently not listening to Sonata. She walked away, still pressing her lips with her finger. Sonata watched her go with a huff of annoyance.

“Well, at least she finally got the message, eh?” Sunset said in a consolatory voice.

“I guess,” Sonata grumbled. “I mean, in what world is it okay to steal someone’s girlfriend? In front of them!”

Sonata’s tirade lasted until they reached their house, and well into the door. As they both stood in the kitchen putting the shopping away, Sunset felt it necessary to interrupt her rant for a moment.

“Sonata, I appreciate your jealousy of me, really, but it’s a little unbecoming.”

This had the desired effect. Sonata turned blood red and stopped talking immediately. Sunset smirked to herself a little as Sonata fumed.

“Not jealous,” Sonata muttered grumpily.

“Oh no?” Sunset asked teasingly. “The mouth says no, but the adorable pouty face says yes.”

Sonata wriggled her shoulders out of Sunset’s grasp, half smiling as Sunset renewed her attack. Sunset managed to pull her around, giggling, and giving her a playful smile, kissed her reassuringly on the lips.

“You’re mocking me,” Sonata whined, giving Sunset’s shoulder a playful shove.

“Yeah,” Sunset agreed. “But still, it’s nice of you to be jealous. If anyone started putting the moves on you, you might see a little of the old me.”

“What? The big, bad alpha-female I’ve heard legends about?” Sonata asked, smirking herself now. “I’m not quite sure if I should believe half of what I’ve heard about you.”

“Like what?” Sunset asked, putting away a few cans of beans.

“Like you made Fluttershy cry once.”

“Mmm,” Sunset hummed guiltily. “Mmyeah, once or twice. Still waiting for the karma to catch up with me for that. Making Fluttershy cry is kind of like breaking a Pinkie promise. One does not simply break a Pinkie promise,” she said seriously with a shiver.

“And did you really turn into a flaming demon-thing?”

“Is no one ever going to forget that?” Sunset groaned. “Seriously. I go demonic one time—“

“Oh, Silly Shimmy,” Sonata chuckled, bumping her with her shoulder. “Turnabout is fair play.”

“I suppose I deserved that one,” Sunset said out of the corner of her mouth.

Their merriment was interrupted by the phone going off in the hallway. Picking it up, Sunset was both surprised and somewhat irritated by the sound of Fleur’s buoyant voice on the other end.

“Hello Sunset,” she called down the line, as though they were old friends.

“Hello Fleur,” Sunset muttered, trying not to let Sonata hear.

“Oh, so Sonata’s there too?” Fleur asked, clearly picking up on the fact that Sunset was trying not to be heard. Sunset mentally kicked herself. “Oh good,” Fleur said, apparently taking Sunset’s silence for ascent. “Could you put this on speaker, please? I’d like for her to hear this too.”

Sunset hesitated, somewhat astonished by the odd request. She put the phone on speaker and walked back into the kitchen.

“Who’s on the phone?” Sonata inquired, putting away the bread.

“Hello, dear!” Fleur called.

Sunset grimaced as Sonata’s eyes widened in indignation.

“What the hell?” Sonata mouthed.

“I’ve been thinking,” Fleur said, “about our little conversation earlier. I think that on the whole you’re right about things. I shouldn’t be trying to get in between the two of you and your relationship.”

“Good, glad we sorted that out,” Sonata said hastily, reaching for the phone.

“That’s why,” Fleur continued, “I wish to make an alternate offer.”

Sonata paused, her hand frozen in reaching out for the phone.

“You... want to make an offer?” Sunset asked, confused. She hadn’t meant to say anything, but the words had been so totally unexpected.

“Yes. I’d like, if you find it agreeable, to discuss terms in private with the two of you.”

“What do you mean by that?” Sonata asked suspiciously.

“In your house, if you wouldn’t mind.”

Sunset looked at Sonata. She looked as though she were restraining herself from saying Actually, I do mind!, but she said nothing. Since Sonata didn’t seem to have any vocal objections to the idea, Sunset settled on the diplomatic response.

“Um, sure, I guess,” she said into the phone. “Do you know where—“

“I know where you live,” she trilled. For some reason that sent a chill down Sunset’s spine. They agreed on a time that afternoon, and Sunset put the phone down.

“An offer,” Sonata spat, her arms folded. “What does that even mean?”

“I don’t know,” Sunset murmured thoughtfully.

Sunset and Sonata usually got on very well, having a relatively complimentary set of natures that had little real friction. When it came to the arrangement of the house however, Sonata was the messier of the two, which sometimes drove Sunset to degrees of exasperation. As much as she didn’t particularly want Fleur in her house, she certainly didn’t want Fleur to see Sonata’s usual miscellany of paraphernalia littering the place. Her bag on the couch, a jacket left on the door, magazines tossed onto the coffee table in no particular order. Sunset straightened what she could whilst Sonata retreated to her work room upstairs until, with a ring of the bell, their visitor arrived.

“Hello,” Sunset greeted Fleur, uneasily.

“Good afternoon,” Fleur replied cheerfully. “May I come in?”

Sunset stepped aside and gestured for her to come in.

As much as she disliked Fleur’s advances towards her, Sunset had to admit that, if she hadn’t been with Sonata, she might just have tried her luck with Fleur. There was no denying that Fleur was attractive, that would simply be churlish. She didn’t have the false, almost plastic accents of some supermodels, where their gait, their personality, or even various body parts are in some way, ahem, ‘modified’. Fleur was, or appeared to be, entirely natural in her beauty, simply accentuated by a generous degree of attention to details: the well chosen coloured lipstick, the flowing and slightly curling sheet of pale pink hair, the complimentary colouring around her sparkling purple eyes. Even her way of walking had an air of sophistication that seemed to come naturally to her; or at least it never seemed to fail her.

Sonata made rapid steps down the stairs, stopping in the shadows to glare at Fleur from them like a stalking cat. Fleur waved at her daintily, apparently unaware or unconcerned about the malevolent atmosphere Sonata was directing her way.

“Well,” Fleur began in a positive tone, as soon as both girls had sat down. They both sat on the couch, Sunset feeling awkward and ill-at-ease, whilst Sonata sat back grumpily with her arms folded. “I expect the both of you are wondering what it is I’m proposing.”

“Not really,” Sonata grumbled. Sunset made a placatory gesture for her to hush.

“Yes,” she said, just to move this whole thing along.

“Well,” Fleur said again, “what I wish to propose to the two of you is something I’d personally rather not get out to the general public, you see.” She looked around their house. The ceilings were all tall, the walls of light woods, and the whole place had an air of quiet and solace. “This is a nice house you have,” she said approvingly. “Very private.”

“Thank you,” Sunset replied, wondering on Fleur’s words. “But, what was that about your, um... proposal? Not wanting it to go public?”

Fleur looked between the two of them for a few moments, as though sizing them up. “Yes,” she said eventually. “If I might be permitted to ask, you two are sleeping together, yes? In the same bed, I mean.”

Sunset thought this a very personal question. Apparently, so did Sonata.

“None of your business!” she barked, her temper rising.

“Ah, good,” Fleur said, satisfied.

“Wait,” Sunset interjected quickly, half raising an arm, since Sonata looked about ready to jump out of her seat. “We’re not... err, sleeping together, if that’s what you mean. We just sleep in the same bed. That’s all.”

This seemed to take Fleur quite by surprise. “You just sleep in the same bed?” she asked, sounding faintly disappointed. “So you don’t...?” she left the question hanging.

“Okay that’s it!” Sonata snarled. Sunset took her forearm and tried to pull her back. “Let go!”

“That’s a shame,” Fleur sighed. “My proposal, if you’d both agree to it, was for us to partake in a threesome.”

This pronouncement was followed by one of the loudest silences Sunset had ever heard. It was fortunate perhaps that Sonata seemed to have gone as limp as she had, since her grip on Sonata’s arm had slackened to nothing. Both girls stared at the woman in blank astonishment. Fleur simply sat there, smiling politely.

Sunset, her voice a little hoarse, asked Fleur to repeat herself. This Fleur did.

“Wow,” Sonata said flatly. “Just wow.”

“That’s... um...” Sunset croaked, at a loss for words.

“I take it that you’re not entirely at ease with my proposal?” Fleur asked, solicitously.

At this, Sonata actually laughed. “What gave you that idea?” she asked sarcastically. “Get out of my house.”

“Sonata!” Sunset said in a quelling tone.

“No, I’ve had enough of this,” Sonata snapped. “You come after my girlfriend, track us down to our house, follow us all over town trying to worm your way in, and now you come here and ask us something like that? Just what the fuck is wrong with you?”

Fleur looked disappointed. “Honestly, in the Capital, this sort of thing would hardly be thought twice of.”

“News flash,” Sonata snarled. “This isn’t the Capital. Now get the hell out of my damn house!” She took a menacing step forward.

Fleur showed no concern about Sonata’s aggressive behaviour, but did consent to stand and head sedately for the door. As she went, she paused, as though a thought had occurred to her. Then she turned back, and held out a small, violet card she had taken from her handbag. Sunset took it.

“If you change your minds,” she said with a mysterious smile, “believe me. I’d be very happy in getting to know the two of you better. Both of you. I can assure you that neither of you would regret the experience.” She gave both of them identical heavy-lidded looks, and then turned again. When she had gone, Sonata stomped a foot.

“Who the hell does she think she is?” she fumed. “Who does she think we are? Skank.”

Sunset sat looking at the card. It was unremarkable in many ways. A plain white and violet blended card with silver indented writing. Fleur’s name and a phone number were stamped onto it in a simple, italicised font. It was so simple, yet elegant, like Fleur herself. Then Sunset caught the smell on the card. A hint of perfume, so faint it might have simply rubbed off from inside Fleur’s bag.

“Give me that thing,” Sonata growled. Sunset held it away from her, not really knowing what she was doing. Sonata stared at her. “What are you doing?” she asked, cautiously. Sunset didn’t answer. “You’re not actually thinking about it are you?” Sonata asked, sounding dumbfounded.

“No!” Sunset said at once. “No, I’m not, I just...” she hesitated. “Well, not with her, but—“ she stopped herself.

Sonata’s face, which had gone pink with anger, now turned a more virulent shade of red. “O-Oh... you mean...” she gestured nervously around the room. Sunset turned red too. “I mean, we could,” Sonata said robustly. “Err... couldn’t we?” she asked, a little more uncertainly.

“I guess,” Sunset said quietly. “I mean, it can’t be that hard. Can it?”

Sonata didn’t seem to have an answer to this question. Sunset had been taught very little of copulation in school, except for the basics of baby making, and even that was scanty given the current laws. How two girls were supposed to do anything she didn’t quite know. She supposed that, like masturbation, it was all about experimentation. They’d just have to work their way into it, get a feel for each other... of each other? For each other’s tastes... how each other tastes.

Sunset stopped contemplating there before she had to excuse herself. Fortunately, Sonata seemed to be so engrossed in her own thoughts that she didn’t notice.

“We can do it,” Sonata said confidently. “You know. If we wanted to.”

“Sure,” Sunset said, trying to match her tone. “We could figure it out at least.”

“Why would we even need to do that?” Sonata laughed. “We’ve got the internet. We could just look it up.”

Sunset watched as Sonata’s brain linked up the necessary neurons to realise what she had just suggested. Virgins they both may be, but they were still teenagers in the digital age. They both knew full well what the first article on google would be if they put in any sorts of searches like that. Sunset certainly did, and if the noticeably not-deleted internet history on Sonata’s computer upstairs had anything to say about it, Sonata did as well. So many redtube videos...

“On the other hand,” Sunset said, as though the thought were just coming to her. “We have someone willing to just show us.”

Sonata turned brighter red still. “You did not just suggest that.”

“I’m not suggesting anything,” Sunset said quickly, raising both hands in surrender.

“You totally fancy her, don’t you!” Sonata said angrily.

Sunset scowled. “Don’t start that,” she snapped. “You know that’s not true.”

“Why would you even consider it?” Sonata asked, throwing her hands up in the air.

“I just thought that she’s obviously had a lot of experience, and she’s a lesbian too, so, you know—“

“Ugh!” Sonata bellowed, kicking the coffee table and moving to storm from the room.

Sunset knew better than to try to stop her just now. She would only make things worse. Instead, she allowed Sonata to stomp away to her work room, and sat back down into the couch, feeling utterly miserable.

In truth, she too was puzzled as to why she was mentioning it herself. It wasn’t as though she wanted to have sex with Fleur or anything, so why she should even contemplate it was quite beyond her. Yeah, that sounded convincing.

One of the many wonderful things about Sonata is that, try though she might, she just couldn’t stay angry for very long. It just wasn’t in her nature. In the meantime, Sunset had been given time to think.

She was in no way emotionally vested in Fleur. She knew that. It was decided. She couldn’t fool herself that she didn’t have something of a physical pull, but there was no emotional link. The problem however was that Fleur was no longer offering an emotional attachment. She was offering something a lot more mundane... Nnnno, mundane was not the word to use here. She was offering something more physical, would be a more apt term. Something less involved, something less attached. In some ways at least.

On the other hand, it was highly unorthodox. But then, so was Sunset and Sonata’s relationship. It wasn’t that long ago that their living together in a house of their own would have been stared at by their neighbours. Then there was the issue that Fleur would be inserting herself between them very intimately. In multiple senses of the word. She knew that whatever she said, Sonata would not think well of this idea.

Not that she intended to suggest it. Good lord, no. It wasn’t even something that she was considering.

Okay, no, lying to herself would get her nowhere. The problem there of course was that as unattached to Fleur as she was, Fleur was still very beautiful, physically appealing, and – not to put too fine a point on it - available. The card still in her hand, she gazed at the phone number, and felt faint tingles of thoughts in her brain telling her to call it.

“No,” she said aloud to herself. “I couldn’t.”

“Couldn’t?” said a voice from behind her.

Looking over her shoulder, she found Sonata staring at her. She sighed irritably. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”

“What do you mean?”

“You really want to have sex with—“

“Sonata, please don’t start that again.”

“Well, don’t you?” Sonata asked flatly.

Sunset scowled at her. “Sonata...” she hesitated. “Look, to be honest, I’ve been thinking for a little while that... you know, we should do it. Have sex. You’d be my first.”

This seemed to soften Sonata a little. “Really?” she asked, sounding a little surprised.

“Yeah,” Sunset said, feeling prickly heat run over her skin. “I never planned it or anything. Me and Flash never fooled around too seriously. It’s not like I was saving myself or anything, but since it turned out that way, I kind of wanted our first time to be... you know, special.”

Sonata looked a little guilty. She stared at the floor. “I’m sorry I said those things,” she mumbled. “You’d be my first too.”

“Really?” Sunset echoed Sonata.

Sonata’s lip curled. “Just because I’ve been around a bit longer, it doesn’t mean I’ve ever found anyone. Meeting your love interest usually doesn’t happen when you and your sisters are wreaking havoc.”

Sunset had to admit the justice of this.

“I’m not saying that we should,” Sunset began, “but looking at it dispassionately—“

“Dispassionately?” Sonata asked incredulously. “You’re suggesting we let that—“ she stopped herself. After a moment or two of forcing down her anger again, she continued. “You’re talking about having sex with that... woman, and you think the word ‘dispassionate’ can come anywhere near that situation?”

“I just mean that there’d be no emotional ties. Like you and I have.”

Sonata huffed, still obviously not liking the idea.

Several days passed, and both girls underwent their own thoughts on the matter. In complete honesty, Sunset was taken by a sense of curiosity. Some might call it lust, and to a certain degree there was some longing in Sunset for what she believed Fleur could show them, or what Fleur’s intentions might be, but in the main she was simply curious. The idea of an experienced woman intrigued her greatly. This feeling of curiosity battled with a notion of embarrassment and decorum, or social acceptability. What Sunset was considering was wrong... wasn’t it? It felt wrong, yet she couldn’t think of a particularly good reason why it should be so. She wasn’t betraying Sonata, for she would be there as well, and Sunset’s attachment was to her, not the older woman.

But what if news of this got out? What if that’s what Fleur wanted? To drive them apart using this scenario as blackmail against them?

Sunset couldn’t see it somehow. Fleur was a famous supermodel. Surely any bad news that attached to Sunset and Sonata was going to be tenfold worse for her and her reputation. Fleur herself had already indicated that she didn’t want their ‘activities’ necoming public knowledge. But what could Fleur want from all this?

Sonata’s thoughts were not quite so circumlocutious. Her anger and jealousy, combined with a certain lack of depth in her thinking that characterised her ditzy personality, meant that her primary ideas about the whole thing had to do with making sure that Fleur didn’t have a chance to worm her way into their relationship.

Initially this did comprise her thinking of ways to dissuade Sunset from the proposal, and indeed from thinking about Fleur at all. But as the days went on, Sonata began to feel a different kind of threat coming from Fleur. Jealousy can do strange things to a person. In short, the threat that Sonata perceived from the older woman began to feel more like a challenge than as something to be avoided. As the days went on, she became more and more convinced that Sunset would see any attempt to avoid the situation as cowardice, and give Fleur an opportunity to swoop in. In her defence, many examples throughout history have shown that tackling a problem head on rather than avoiding them have proven to be more effective, tactically speaking. But Sonata wasn’t thinking of that at all. She was ruled by her indignation, her jealous guard of Sunset, and her loathing. Reason simply had no place in her thoughts on the whole thing.

Within the week, through their own means, both girls had decided to take Fleur up on her offer. Sunset through a curiosity and determination to prove that she wasn’t attracted to Fleur, and Sonata out of a fervent wish to show Sunset that she was the better choice by meeting Fleur’s challenge.

They both brought up the conversation diffidently with each other, and surprised each other with their willingness to go ahead.

“Hey, if it doesn’t work out,” Sonata said with affected airiness, “there’s always porn.”

Fleur arrived that night in the early evening. Sunset had placed the call earlier that day, and Fleur promised to come by later. Sunset had been nervous and jittery on the phone, whilst Sonata covered her nerves by trying to sound tough and disinterested, although she had a suspicion that she didn’t quite come off that way.

The chiming of the doorbell sent both girls into a shiver that both tried to hide from each other. Sunset opened the door whilst Sonata sat on the couch looking determinately in another direction.

“Good evening,” Fleur sang. Sunset took half a step back. The look on Fleur’s face was... well, shocking. Her usual pleasant smile and mysterious expression was replaced with a veritable glow of cheeriness. It seemed to leak out into the darkened room and fill the place with a soft pink light. Even Sonata looked around at her, blinking in surprise.

“H-Hello,” Sunset said, not meeting her eye. “Come in.”

“Oh dear,” Fleur said solicitously, glancing between them. “Having second thoughts?”

“No!” Sonata exclaimed. She seemed to struggle for something else to say, but after a few fruitless moments, she lapsed into furious silence.

“Well,” Sunset began quietly. “This is all a bit... well...”

Fleur placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “I quite understand. It’s a bold new frontier for you two. I’m guessing it is anyway,” she added with a small smirk. “The important thing though is that you both invited me here. I can’t tell you how excited I am to be working with you both.”

Sunset stared at her. She made it sound so... businesslike. Like this were a job, or some kind of interview. To her surprise, she found that this helped her nerves just a little bit. “Um, yeah,” she said.

“So, first things first,” Fleur began, clapping her hands together, “may I?” she asked, gesturing to the chair. Sunset speedily gave her assent, and they all sat down. Sunset felt as though she had a hard ball of nerves stewing in a thick liquid of panic deep in her gut. Sonata looked like how Sunset felt, but Fleur simply sat with magisterial calm, smiling at the two of them.

“I thought we should go over a few rules first,” Fleur said pleasantly. “As you both say that you’re new to this, I thought it would allay a few of your concerns to not let things go places you’re not comfortable with.”

“Like what sort of thing?” Sunset asked, trying to speak passed her dry throat.

“Oh, you know,” Fleur said airily. “Using toys. Kissing. Levels of intimacy. Who does what with whom and to what degree the third person is permitted to interact. That sort of thing.”

Sunset’s eyes roved the room as she fiddled with her fingers. There was a lot more to consider than she had supposed.

Sonata’s nerves surfaced in a renewal of hostility. “First rule,” she said, “Sunset’s mine.”

Fleur’s smile didn’t falter. “That’s acceptable,” she said.

Sunset frowned. “Uh... I’m not the expert, but isn’t a three-way supposed to, you know, involve three people?” she asked, glancing warningly at Sonata. Sonata pointedly ignored her.

“Oh certainly,” Fleur said amiably. “But if Sonata would be more comfortable with having you mostly to herself, then I’m happy to simply be there in a...” she paused, apparently thinking. “An advisory capacity,” she decided.

Sunset thought about that for a second. “You mean like, watching us?” she said uneasily.

“See, this is why rules a good idea,” Fleur explained kindly. “Whilst we should expect some pleasant surprises in store, we should prefer to minimise the less pleasant ones. Naturally I’d be delighted if I could join in some.” She gave a knowing smile. “This is a firmly hands-on endeavour after all.”

Sunset and Sonata looked at each other. An invisible understanding passed between them that made Sonata cringe slightly.

“Fine,” Sonata grumbled. “But I’m her first.”

“Naturally!” Fleur sang happily.

Author's Note

Why am I writing this, some of you may be wondering? In a word: Curiosity.

The Sex

The details arranged, and the rules set in place, they all moved with a certain trepidation to Sunset and Sonata’s bedroom. Except for Fleur of course, who was simply overflowing with eagerness. Sunset vaguely noticed her handbag, which was not the same one that she usually saw Fleur carrying around.

Fleur switched on the light, and cooed in delight at what she called a quaint little room. The room was actually of average size really, with a two-person bed, a wardrobe with a mirror in the door, a desk with make-up products strewn liberally across it, and a bedside set of draws with a lamp. Sunset and Sonata stood awkwardly to one side, unconsciously standing as far from the bed as possible. Fleur set down her oddly heavy handbag on the chest of drawers, and turned to the girls.

“So, shall we get started?” Neither girl moved. “My my,” Fleur sighed, hands on hips. “If you two keep this up, I’m going to start believing you really are first-timers.”

Sunset looked at her, indignation rising in her chest. “We are!”

“Are you calling us liars?” Sonata snapped angrily.

Fleur paused, looking surprised. “I was joking,” she said quietly. She looked at them long and hard. “If you don’t want to do this, we don’t have to you know,” she reminded them.

Sunset blushed at her foolishness. Of course, she was just trying to lighten the mood. If she, Sunset, was anything like how Sonata looked, they both must look like terrified children to the older woman. Fleur gazed at them patiently, waiting for an answer.

“You’re not backing out of this now,” Sonata said suddenly with bravado. “You think you’ve got stuff to show us? Impress me.”

Fleur seemingly couldn’t help smiling a little mischievously at this pronouncement, but she directed a questioning look at Sunset, who managed to nod.

“Very well then,” she gestured elegantly to the bed. “Firstly, sit. Both of you, next to each other.” They did so. Fleur walked around, looking at them from multiple angles. “Now, you’ve kissed before of course?” They both nodded. “Good. Show me,” she gave a little wave of her hand to indicate that they should start.

Sunset felt a little rushed by the austerity of the command. She looked at Sonata, who looked back at her. With a second of unspoken communication, they both leaned in and locked lips. Fleur continued to walk around them, tracing her lip again with one long, slender finger.

“Good, good. Move in a little more as you go. Keep up an even pace with each other.”

Sunset had to admit that she felt a little uncomfortable with Fleur watching them. But she kept her eyes closed as she felt Sonata’s lips part at the tentative urging of Sunset’s questing tongue.

“Mmm,” Fleur hummed. “Keep going, pay no attention to what I’m doing.”

That set off a few warning bells for Sunset at least. She felt the bed dip, and could tell without seeing that Fleur had sat down behind Sonata.

“Goodness me, you two are tense. Especially you, Sonata.”

Up until that point Sonata had been fairly engrossed in the kiss, her hands feeling up Sunset’s side and the back of her neck. As soon as Fleur finished speaking however, Sonata let out a little gasp of surprise. Sunset felt Sonata's hot breath inside her mouth and her hands suddenly tense a little, prompting Sunset’s eyes to open a little. Sonata’s were pressed firmly shut, but Sunset could see what Fleur was doing.

“What’s with these shoulders?” Fleur whispered sensually, her slender fingers gently massaging at Sonata’s neck and back.

Within seconds Sonata’s kissing became all the more engaged, the movements of her hands freer and more questing. Sunset closed her eyes again, and after a few moments Fleur stood up again.

“Oh come on,” she chided playfully. “You’re lovers locked in a romantic embrace. A little closeness wouldn’t be uncalled for.”

Sunset felt one of Fleur’s hands push against the small of her back. She moved around a little and felt Sonata do the same, pressing their bodies together. Sunset set her arms to close around Sonata’s waist, and Sonata gripped into Sunset’s hair.

“That’s better,” Fleur murmured. “I don’t believe for a moment that you two haven’t kissed before,” she tittered. She sat down behind Sunset, and began working her massage upon her as well. Sunset had to exert some willpower not to gasp like Sonata, but she still moaned into her continuing kiss as Fleur sent electricity running down her back.

Transports of pleasure may be a little overwhelming when first they steal upon one, but Sunset was acclimatising well to the new sensations. Sonata’s taste filled her mouth, her smell penetrated her nostrils as she breathed deeply. Her slender body ran underneath Sunset’s fingers, and she was overtaken with a sudden urge to seize a hold of Sonata’s small breasts. One curious hand lifted tentatively upwards to the spot, when suddenly another hand took her wrist.

“Don’t be afraid to explore,” Fleur whispered gently, lifting the hand up. Sonata gave a small whimper as Sunset’s palm pressed in. “Just imagine what you would like to have done,” Fleur added helpfully. “She’ll tell you if you’re doing it right.”

Sunset thought she understood what Fleur meant. As her hand probed the tender areas of Sonata’s chest, Sonata’s kissing became a little more erratic. Suddenly she broke the kiss and bit suddenly at the nape of Sunset’s neck. Sunset’s body juddered in response, and she let out a little squeak of surprise.

“My word,” Fleur said in an impressed tone. “You hardly seem to need me at all. Let’s see if I can’t find a use for myself.”

Sunset felt Fleur lean in behind her, felt her insinuate her arms underneath her arm pits, and then felt gentle hands take a hold of her chest. The touch was sensual; firm yet not overly forceful. Between this, the proximity of Sonata, and the trail of bites and kisses on her neck, the heat in Sunset’s face seemed to be overriding her brain functions. What was more, a familiar tenseness was building down beneath her gut. A pressure or gnawing sensation like a sleeping creature being roused within a confined space. Sunset couldn’t help the little gasps and moans the two of them were forcing from her straining throat.

“Very nice,” Fleur whispered admiringly, giving Sunset’s breast a squeeze. “You’re quite well endowed there.”

Sunset didn’t know whether it was this comment that made Sonata do it, or whether she was merely feeling the same sense of build up as Sunset was, but Sonata suddenly took the offensive again, and pushed Sunset onto her back. Gazing down at her with a look Sunset had never seen in her eye before, she said

“Clothes. Off.”

“Oh my,” Fleur said eagerly. She didn’t interfere here, but returned to her pacing, watching Sonata pull Sunset’s shirt off, exposing her black bra and the faint red marks growing on her shoulder and neck. Sonata pulled her own shirt off, revealing her own frilly pink undergarments, and returned to work. Sunset had to fight a certain degree of surprise at Sonata’s aggressive behaviour. What had gotten into her? Both of her hands were closed over Sunset’s wrists, pinning her to the bed as her mouth traced her chin up to her mouth and locked them both into another kiss.

“A lot of people underestimate the importance of foreplay,” Fleur said thoughtfully. Sunset noticed out of the corner of her half closed eye Fleur biting at her index finger a little as her other hand gently groped her own chest. Her heavy lidded eyes were fixed hungrily upon them, and Sunset could only imagine what might be going through the older woman’s mind at the moment. “Don’t forget the pacing,” she reminded them. “It’s important to understand what your partner is communicating. You both have needs. Feel them out.”

Obediently, Sunset’s hands began moving further around. Reaching Sonata’s skirt, she felt for the button on the front and pushed it down.

“That is so cute,” Fleur muttered. Sunset thought this punctured the moment a little until Sonata pulled down her skirt too. Unlike trousers or shorts, Sunset didn’t have to move too much as Sonata tossed the cloth aside. Sonata’s body was so warm, her mouth hot and eager, the feel of her body pressed against her own was doing wonders to drive Sunset’s mind out of control. Sonata’s stunning new boldness showed itself again as she suddenly abandoned Sunset’s mouth and slid downwards. Sunset looked down with some curiosity, and saw Sonata eying her right breast with a predatory gleam in her eye. Lifting her bra away from it, she gave it an experimental lick that filled Sunset’s face and neck with fire.

“Are we sure we haven’t done this before?” Fleur asked, smirking. “Exploration.”

Sunset’s rational attention to her surroundings put in a feeble appearance at this word, for it was one of the agreed upon terms they had decided to use before beginning. In this case, Fleur had suggested that she would announce her intention to push them further, and that they should use the safe word if they felt her go too far. Sonata, entirely engrossed in massaging and licking Sunset’s breasts didn’t seem quite as aware until Fleur kneeled on the bed behind her.

“Let’s see how honest we’ve been,” Fleur whispered, towering over the pair of them and, Sunset noticed suddenly, in nothing but her undergarments too. Fleur reached an elegant hand forward, and slipped it down the front of Sonata’s stomach, right down into the lining of her panties. Sonata gave a little jump at the touch, and seemed caught between surprise and a lustful desire to continue worshipping Sunset’s ample chest. Fleur felt around for a moment or two, eliciting little grunts and gasps from Sonata as she hummed thoughtfully.

She’s like a damn movie director, Sunset thought blurrily.

“Ooh,” Fleur exclaimed, grinning. “You were telling the truth.” She extracted her hand, which glistened with a stickiness that caught Sunset’s immediate interest. Her eyes followed those fingers as Fleur inspected them with the detached air of the connoisseur. And then apparently as an afterthought, opened her mouth and sucked on her individual fingers with an almost obscene degree of relish. A part of Sunset was a little repulsed by this action, and all that it implied, but the dominant part of her had a sudden curiosity to know what the stickiness had tasted like.

“W-What are you talking about?” Sonata stammered.

“About this being your first time of course,” Fleur said teasingly, her left hand moving to brush the front of Sonata’s neck, and the other returning to her panty line. “This is very telling,” she said, thrusting her fingers back into Sonata’s womanhood. Sonata shuddered, the glow in her face growing. “See? All intact. And so ready.” She held up her fingers again to show Sonata what she meant.

Without quite meaning to, Sunset sat up on her elbows, staring at the juice on Fleur’s hand. Fleur grinned and held the hand out.

“Go on,” she murmured seductively. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. She’s giving it to you, after all.”

Sunset leant forward, honestly divided about whether or not to actually do it. But the gnawing in her loins was drowning her thoughts out, and she found herself sliding her lips down the fingers, her tongue wrapping itself around the soft skin. The taste was utterly new to her, a strange combination of sweetness and saltiness. Although the taste itself was, to Sunset’s mind anyway, unremarkable, the effect it had upon her was like a drug. She grabbed a hold of Fleur’s wrist to stop her pulling away, and sucked lovingly at the fingers as though they were coated in nectar. Sonata watched her, biting hard on her own finger as though trying to hold herself back. Fleur’s free hand moved from her neck, and took a hold of the top of Sonata’s free hand.

“You want to find out if she’s a virgin too?” she breathed into Sonata’s ear. “It’s easy if you know where to look.”

She directed Sonata’s hand down to Sunset’s black underwear, and pushed her slightly trembling fingers down into them. Taking hold of the forefinger, she manoeuvred it expertly between Sunset’s lips, dragging a prolonged moan from the gold-skinned girl.

“Feel that?” Fleur inquired. “Yes, her hymen is just as it should be. A cherry ripe for you to pluck.” As Fleur talked, Sunset abandoned the dry well of her fingers and was beginning to feel the tight knot beneath her gut burn. She grasped her own breast and began to massage it desperately.

“Oh my god...”

“She seems to like that, doesn’t she?” Fleur remarked to Sonata. “Let’s be rid of these, shall we?” she asked, unhooking the back of Sonata’s bra and allowing it to fall away. She gave Sonata’s chest an approving grope as Sonata continued to finger Sunset. “Mm,” Fleur said thoughtfully. “Not bad dear, but I think we can do better. Sunset, darling, could you lie back please? Sonata’s going to treat you to something special.”

Sunset did as she was bidden, lying back on the bed. Without preamble, Fleur leaned forward passed Sonata, and pulled Sunset’s panties down her legs and over her feet, casting them lazily aside. Sunset felt an agreeable sense of helplessness before the two kneeling over her. Sonata was staring down at Sunset as though she were the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen, whilst Fleur just behind her appeared like a ghostly conscience made manifest, whispering suggestions of lust and desire into the innocent girl’s virgin ears.

Fleur gestured with a hand. “Would you mind spreading your legs a little?” Sunset did, shivering a little at the sudden slight surge of coldness. “Now,” Fleur began, “we’re going to have to be a little more technical here, Sonata. Reach down there and gently pull apart the lips. Yes, that’s it. Be gentle now,” she reminded her, as Sunset tensed up at Sonata’s touch. “You’re entering a sacred temple, remember. You have to tread carefully, or the mistress of the temple might not let you back in.”

Sunset could tell that Fleur was enjoying herself immensely. Her every word, spoken in a hushed and sultry tone had just the faintest tint of satisfaction peppering her instructions. She gazed down at Sunset’s exposed womanhood with as much greed as Sonata’s expression had.

“Ahh, there we are,” Fleur exhaled, running her hands up and down Sonata’s front as she worked. Sonata had succeeded in finding Sunset’s most intimate treasure. “I’m sure you know what power that little button has,” Fleur whispered to Sonata, who stared down at it in glowing interest. “Every woman has one. And if you figure out how that button works, you can make her do...” she let the sentence hang for a fraction longer than she needed to, holding both of the girls in breath-stopping suspense. “Anything”

There was a moment or two of complete and utter silence. Sunset gazed up at Sonata and Fleur with wide eyes, whilst Fleur looked over Sonata’s shoulder like the serpent in the garden, tempting Eve to seize the forbidden fruit.

“Well?” Fleur asked with a slightly amused inflection. “What will you do, Sonata?”

The question seemed to echo Sunset’s own mind. What would Sonata do? And when would she do it? She needed to be taken, she needed Sonata to take from her. She needed Sonata to do something!

“Oh, the anticipation is killing her,” Fleur began. Then abruptly, Sonata leaned forward, and before Sunset could utter a sound, lowered her head. Fleur let out a small sound of startled delight, and Sunset pushed herself up slightly, only to instantly fall back again as she felt Sonata’s breath on her womanhood.

Sonata was not to be outdone, nor underestimated. She’d recovered from her shock at seeing Sunset’s most private areas, and was now asserting command of herself. She wouldn’t be told what to do by Fleur. She knew what to do, and she knew what she wanted, and she was going to have it. But not too fast. She didn’t want it over too quickly. Eyeing the little mound of pink flesh, she extended her tongue just far enough to give it the briefest of contact. Sunset’s body gave a little quiver. Despite herself, Sonata grinned, and ran her tongue all the way up Sunset’s exposed slit. The stifled moan this action elicited was like a stimulant, fuelling her confidence.

“Oh my,” Fleur said, evidently surprised. “Oh my dear, you’re making me jealous here.”

Sonata ignored her; she had more pressing matters to attend to. She braced Sunset’s legs apart with her hands, enjoying the feeling of power she had over her girlfriend as she provoked every little shiver and gasp with the merest of touches. But then it wasn’t as though she was free from allurement; everything about Sunset: the feel of her skin, the pretty little moans, the warmth of her, the smell, and the taste, was sending great surges of hormones and longing pulsing through her blood.

“Not too fast,” Fleur intoned quietly, like a ghost. “This is the poor girl’s first time. Her stamina might not hold.”

Oh, now that was just pure evil, Sonata thought. She was sure that the older woman was provoking them. Sunset at least seemed to be falling for it. Apparently unable to take any more teasing, her hand shot forward and pushed Sonata’s head further in. Sonata tried to pull back in alarm, but stopped when she saw the pained expression on Sunset’s sweating face.

“I almost wish I had a camera,” Fleur said dreamily as Sonata went to work. She watched Sunset’s breathing become more shallow, watched her furiously fondling herself as Sonata pressed her tongue deeper and deeper inside. With a slightly crooked smile and roll of her eyes, Fleur leaned down over Sunset, running a hand over her searing cheek. Sunset looked back up at her, tears streaming from her eyes. “We’re not doing a good enough job if you have to do anything for yourself,” Fleur breathed. Taking advantage of Sunset’s open mouth, she slid her tongue down into Sunset’s throat, and pushed her hand away from her breast.

Perhaps this was unfair to Sunset, or perhaps a gift beyond all others, but Sonata suddenly felt the spectre of jealousy rise up again, and so redoubled her efforts to please. Fleur meanwhile was not letting up in the least. She could feel the pressure building in Sunset, could read the signs even as she intertwined her tongue around Sunset’s own. She felt it in the spasms of her the girl’s back, in the heightened moans and whimpers escaping her throat.

“Keep going, Sonata,” Fleur urged, breaking the kiss momentarily as Sunset let out a genuine scream of pleasure. She reached down and planted her index and middle finger over Sunset’s clitoris, knowing full well how to use it to its fullest effect. “Don’t you dare stop now!”

“H-Ho—“ Sunset gasped.

“What was that?”

“H-Hold me down...” Sunset pleaded. Fleur’s eyebrows raised in genuine surprise. “Please, hold m-me down!”

Unable to prevent herself grinning, Fleur pulled Sonata’s hand up to take over her position on Sunset’s pearl. She stared down at Sunset contemplatively for a moment or two, and then with surprising strength took hold of Sunset’s right arm and pressed it down above her head. Leering down at her, Fleur gave a low, ominous laugh.

“So you like to be dominated, then,” she said. “How naughty. Exploration.” With her right hand, she extended two fingers and pushed them through Sunset’s unresisting lips. “Don’t panic, and try not to gag,” she said in cruel amusement.

Sunset tried. She felt the fingers slip back over her tongue, tickling her uvula. Immediately she felt her gag reflex trying to assert itself. The fingers remained there, perhaps sensing the urge, and then snaked slowly down. Sunset looked up through streaming eyes into Fleur’s glittering purple ones, slits now as the older woman glared down with a truly evil look on her countenance. Sunset had never been so turned on as she was right then. As she felt Sonata’s tongue lapping inside her, her own arm twisted above her head, and the fingers of this malevolent looking older woman down to the knuckle in her throat, she felt the pressure in her loins pulse.

Fleur eased her fingers out as Sunset’s spine arched. Sunset screamed, cried out as her entire body was wracked by the shuddering orgasm. Fleur sat kneeling on the bed, watching the whole, prolonged event with a red tinge to her pale white cheeks, pleasuring herself idly as she sucked on her saliva coated fingers.

Sonata might have pulled back at Sunset’s cries, but Sunset’s now free hand seized a hold of her ponytail and held her there. Not that Sonata was complaining. When Sunset had finally stopped convulsing, and her screams had died away into ragged breathing, her grip slackened, and Sonata was able to catch a breath. How could something so unthinkable taste so intoxicating? Sonata didn’t know, but with almost a loss of self control she licked up every last drop of Sunset’s nectar, pulling away only to wipe the remaining drips from her own chin and lips.

“You missed a little,” Fleur said coyly. She took Sonata’s chin between her fingers and gently turned her head around, and to Sonata’s surprise, licked the tip of her nose. “She has just the most precious flavour, doesn’t she?” Sonata nodded a little as she and Fleur looked down on the exhausted Sunset. “And what’s better, I have an idea for round two.”

“R-Round two?” Sonata stammered in surprise.

“Oh certainly,” Fleur confirmed with a mischievous sort of smile. She reached down for her oddly heavy handbag and unzipped it. Sonata watched her rummage around for a little while, and simply stared when she pulled out a pair of fuzzy pink handcuffs and a strip of black cloth. Without a word, she leaned over Sunset and looped the cuffs around the wooden support of the backrest, and then snapped both of them onto Sunset’s wrists. In equal silence she wrapped the cloth around Sunset’s head, blindfolding her. There she lay, a pretty, naked prisoner.

“Um... is this normal?” Sonata asked tentatively.

“My dear,” Fleur said with an ironic look, “normal doesn’t come into any of this.” She cupped Sonata’s cheek in one hand and gave her a knowing smile. “Your girlfriend here has given up a wonderful secret about herself, and we – that is to say, you – are going to reward her for it.”

“What secret?” Sonata asked, curious despite herself. Fleur answered by pulling out something else from her bag. Sonata simply stared at the thing in bewilderment. The thing was pink, like the fluff on the handcuffs, made of some kind of rubber material, and was clearly meant to resemble an erect penis. It had three black straps Sonata supposed were meant to affix the item to something.

“Good news,” Fleur trilled. “Dear Sunset has a domination fetish, and you’re going to break her in. Put this on.” Sonata caught the thing when Fleur tossed it to her, and held it gingerly. She wasn’t sure about this. Perhaps Fleur noticed her hesitation, for she suddenly wrapped a serpentine arm around her shoulders and directed her notice to Sunset’s prone form. Blind and unable to move from where she was, Sunset had the vulnerable look of a cornered rabbit. She’d closed her legs as though embarrassed to be naked, and turned her head slightly to one side as though she thought they were staring at her.

“How can you say no to that?” Fleur breathed in Sonata’s ear. “Just let me turn this on first,” she said, fiddling with the strap-on. “It has a reward buzzer on the back. Helps keep the rhythm.”

Sonata didn’t know what that meant, but tried her best to put the ridiculous looking object on. Fleur helped her fit it around the back, and urged her into position over Sunset. For a few moments nothing happened. Fleur gave an impatient yet amused sigh.

“Come on, communication is the key here,” she chided, snapping her fingers. “Sonata’s not going to know what you want her to do if you don’t tell her,” she told Sunset. She dropped her voice to a purr. “Beg her for it.”

Sonata watched in astonishment as Sunset shyly turned her head back around. “Please, Sonata,” she whispered.

“I don’t think she can hear you, dear,” Fleur suggested, smiling widely as she ran her hand over her own nethers. “Speak up a little.”

“P-Please, Sonata,” Sunset said more clearly. “T-Take me... I want you inside me.”

Sonata didn’t know what to do. Her brain seemed to have jammed full of writhing emotions, hormones, and chemicals.

“Come now,” Fleur prompted, giving Sonata’s backside a pat. “Don’t be cruel to the poor girl.” She leaned in close and spoke in a sinister whisper. “Or perhaps you want her to beg some more?”

Sonata hesitated a fraction of a second more, and then moved. Despite the thorough job her tongue had done, Sunset was practically soaking again, and the tip of the strap-on moved easily through the outer lips. She halted a little as Sunset let out a little squeak.

“That’s right,” Fleur murmured. “Be gentle. This is going to sting a little at first,” she addressed Sunset. Sunset nodded, biting her lip. “Do you still want her to go on?”

“Yes. Please, I do.”

Sonata gulped. Placing her hands on Sunset’s slender middle, she leaned forward to apply pressure, and eased the strap-on inwards. She watched Sunset’s face for any signs that she found this uncomfortable. The toy seemed to meet a momentary obstruction, but it was the briefest nothing, until Sunset gave a little gasp of pain. Sonata looked down in sudden panic and noticed a trickle of blood.

“Ignore it,” Fleur urged. “She’s okay. Just look at the two of you; you’re her first. Now cement this in her mind forever.”

Whether it were the persuasiveness of this little speech, or something else, Sonata didn’t know, but looking at Sunset’s sweat-beaded face and glowing cheeks, she knew that she wanted to make this special for her. She did want Sunset to remember this. Pulling herself out of Fleur’s grip, she leaned over Sunset, pressing their chests together and getting a good position. She eased out, and then slid back in again. Sunset’s body gave a little jump and she grunted with pleasure. Sonata took hold of Sunset’s shoulder, and started planting eager kisses up and down her neck, occasionally nipping at it as she began to thrust with greater regularity. Sunset let out a little scream with every thrust and nip.

Fleur sat back, idly pleasuring herself as she watched the two go at it. Sure Sonata’s technique was a little rough, but it was better than a lot of first-time guys in its way. Being a woman herself, she probably understood Sunset’s needs well enough. Then something occurred to her.

She waited until Sunset was finished before mentioning it. After a few minutes, Sunset’s entire body tensed and strained, and she pulled hard against her bonds as she climaxed again. Dutiful and attentive, Sonata followed through her entire and lengthy climax, kissing her long and hard even after she was spent.

“Let me help you a little there,” Fleur said with concern as Sonata eased her toy out of Sunset’s soaked nethers. Sunset gave an adorable little squirm as the strap-on left her, and Fleur couldn’t help but smile at the sight as she unhooked the back of the straps from Sonata. Tossing it aside she leaned over Sonata’s shoulder to address Sunset. “How was what, dear?”

Sunset did manage to say something, but it was disjointed. Odd words like “Sonata”, and “wonderful” sounded out of her ragged breathing, followed by “I think I have a new appreciation for rubber.”

“Well I think that Sonata has worked very hard,” Fleur said with an approving pat of Sonata’s dusky blue shoulders. “I think she deserves a treat.”

“Sonata,” Sunset exhaled, still a little out of breath. “Come up here.”

Fleur raised her eyebrows. Fast learner, she thought approvingly. Sonata didn’t seem to catch on.

“What?” she asked, tilting her head to one side.

“She wants to return the favour, dear,” Fleur explained, giving Sonata a little shove. Sonata hesitated, which Fleur frankly found unbelievable at this point. “Oh come now,” she chided. “You’re being rude, you know.”

“Well, I just... I don’t know if—“

“For Celestia’s sake, Sonata, if you don’t sit on my face right now, I’m going to kick you upside your head!” Sunset exclaimed in frustration. Fleur and Sonata froze. A moment or two of silence passed. “Fleur, could you step back so I don’t hit you, please?”

“Okay, I’m coming, I’m coming!” Sonata blurted hastily.

Fleur had a little chuckle into her fist here as she fought to stop herself saying You will be soon. This was no time for jokes.

With all the confidence of a young bird on its maiden flight, Sonata knelt upon Sunset’s generous chest, her moist privates an inch or so away from Sunset’s face. Still blindfolded, Sunset leaned forward, and watched eagerly by Fleur, and nervously by Sonata, extended a probing tongue forward. The process was deliciously slow and tortuous, or so it seemed to Fleur. Whereas Sunset had been a screamer, Sonata was a talker. As Sunset ran her tongue tantalisingly up and down Sonata’s opening, Sonata closed her eyes and clamped her mouth shut. It was whilst Fleur was softly fondling Sonata’s chest again that she heard the little mutterings and whispers of “Oh god!” and “S-Sunset...!”. It almost hurt Fleur to admit to herself how compatible they were. Almost. They were both hers now.

She could tell them to do anything, inexperienced as they were, and they would probably do it. But she wouldn’t do that. Her own pleasure, both physical and personal, was in seeing them discover this part of themselves, with her helpful hand guiding them along this path of pleasure. It made her wet just thinking of it, but even more so to see it happening. Before too long, Sunset’s tongue seemed to become bored of the outside, and began probing its way in. She knew what to look for, and Sonata’s mutterings became strangled gasps and cries.

“Ah! S-Sunset!” she squeaked. “Dear god, don’t stop!”

“Tell her what you want her to do,” Fleur whispered in her ear.

“W-What?”

“Tell her what to do. She wants you to order her,” Fleur informed her. “Trust me.” Fleur waited for Sonata to do as she was told, but she did not. Fleur continued to work Sonata’s neck and chest, but was thinking about how to punish her for this disobedience. She knew what Sunset would want here, and didn’t appreciate Sonata’s inhibitions getting in the way. After some time had passed like this, she thought she saw a way to force Sonata’s hand.

“O-Oh, ah!” Sonata cried. Fleur had to admit that her stamina was impressive, especially for a newbie. Sonata’s hands, which had been alternately pressing Fleur’s hands to more sensitive areas or otherwise balling into fists at each new wave of pleasure, suddenly made a dart for her vagina. Fleur saw it coming and seized both of her wrists. Sonata gave a little squeak of confusion.

“No, no,” Fleur purred. “This is strictly hands-free.”

“B-But... but I—“

“If you need her to turn up the heat, then tell her,” Fleur growled. “Tell her, like she was your slave. Order her to do it.” Sonata said nothing, caught between Fleur’s holding her wrists and Sunset’s searching tongue. It wasn’t enough, and the pressure of it would drive Sonata mad. Fleur knew this. There was only one course of action for Sonata to take; it was only a matter of time.

“I... I c-can’t...” Sonata moaned.

“That’s too bad,” Fleur sneered, pulling Sonata’s arms forcefully behind her back. “Because I’m not letting you finish it yourself. Sunset, stop drinking for a moment.” Sonata gave a gasp as Sunset lifted her head a little.

“N-No! Please!” Sonata whined.

“Tell her what you want,” Fleur ordered.

“Please, I can’t!”

“Repeat after me,” Fleur breathed, low and dangerous. “Eat my pussy out. Say it. Say it with disdain.”

“I... I...”

“Eat my fucking pussy out!” Fleur snapped, sharply. “Say it!”

“Please, Sonata,” Sunset said unexpectedly. “I’ll do anything you ask of me. Anything.”

Sonata writhed and squirmed in Fleur’s grip. Gritting her teeth against the pressure, her eyes tight shut and streaming, she let out a wail.

“E-Eat my fucking pussy out!” she cried. Once again, a slight pause ensued as Fleur raised her eyebrows, slightly intrigued. Sunset too seemed to be a little shocked. “Do it now, you bitch!”

Fleur watched Sunset’s expression eagerly. Her face glowed brighter red, and without further prompting, plunged back into Sonata’s privates.

“Good girl,” Fleur whispered to Sonata. She wrapped her arms around Sonata to run her hands over the girl’s body, and to keep her arms firmly pinned to her sides.

The orgasm when it came was glorious to behold. Her entire body wracked with pulsing tremors quite beyond the poor girl’s control. It was all Fleur could do to keep a hold of her. As her cries and gasps died away, Sonata collapsed against Fleur, and Fleur held the girl in her arms almost tenderly.

“That wasn’t too bad,” Fleur said encouragingly, as both girls lay panting. The older woman saw with a smile that Sunset’s face and even her blindfold was covered in glistening stickiness. Setting Sonata gently down, she reached over and untied Sunset from the bed. Sunset’s wrists were turning purple from the struggles and pulling, and her golden skin glistening with sweat. As she lifted the blindfold, Fleur leaned in and licked her cheeked.

“Hmm,” she hummed as Sunset blushed a little. “A little stronger tasting than you. But not as sweet if you don’t mind my saying so.”

“I like it,” Sunset said absently, licking her lips. She suddenly looked embarrassed, as though she hadn’t meant to say it. Fleur laughed.

“My dear, I’d have hoped this would have loosened the two of you up.”

Fleur paused as Sunset gave her a funny look. Behind her, Sonata pushed herself up off the bed.

“I suppose we should,” Sunset said in a considering sort of voice. “You’ve taught us some neat stuff.”

“I was happy to be a part of it,” Fleur declared with a regal wave of her hand.

“That’s just it though,” Sonata said from behind her. “You really didn’t get to participate much.”

Fleur blinked, looking between the two girls. They were both giving her identical foreboding looks of mysterious implication. Sunset effectively distracted her by crawling on all fours towards her, the light in her blue eyes dancing seductively so that Fleur’s insides clenched. Whilst so distracted, Sonata took a hold of her from behind, lacing both arms around her middle and leaning her head into the crook of her neck.

“What’s a lesson without a test?” Sunset asked, her mouth curving into a slightly mocking smile. She placed her hands on Fleur’s thighs, and leaned her face in close. Despite herself, Fleur could think of nothing to say to this. “Be sure to mark harshly,” Sunset breathed, one hand pressing against Fleur’s entrance. “I don’t want you going easy on us now.”

“I don’t believe it.”

Fleur gave an affected little shudder. “You wound me, Fancy Pants. You think that I would fabricate such a story?”

Fancy Pants gave a little chuckle as he sipped his wine. “My dear Fleur, I can very easily see you shacking yourself up with two beautiful young girls,” he admitted. “And I even give plausibility to it being our charming young artist and her female friend. But that last part was surely an exaggeration.”

Fleur smiled and sipped her own drink. “Be it as you please, Fancy. Be it as you please.”

Their conversation was interrupted when Fleur’s phone buzzed in her bag. Extricating it, she read something on the screen and set the phone down without comment.

“Nothing important I hope?” Fancy said wistfully.

“I’m afraid it is,” Fleur said with a little sigh. “I hate to ask, but would you mind covering the bill this time? I’ll pick up the next one.”

“Oh certainly,” Fancy assured her. “I expect Hoity will be here in a few minutes, so I won’t be long for company.”

They smiled at each other as she picked up her bag and moved away between the tables of the noisy restaurant. Fancy remained seated in his enclosed little corner, out of earshot of everyone else, waiting for Hoity’s silver hair and gleaming purple glasses to precede his appearance. As Fancy looked around, he noticed that Fleur had left her phone on the table. Picking it up, he noticed the text still on the screen. Being such close friends with Fleur, he felt no particular guilt in giving it a brief look over.

Received: 6:47pm

Waiting for you, Teach

ready for our next test

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The Dark Ending

Sunset had to marvel at how hard she had had to work to get Sonata to come. She found herself envying Sonata’s stamina, but at the same time was too overwrought with physical feelings herself to really think very clearly about anything. As soon as her body stopped feeling quite so wonderful, she’d attend to it, she thought.

She listened with some satisfaction to Sonata’s exhausted breathing. With the blindfold still on and her wrists bound to the bed, she could do very little else. Slightly to her surprise, she felt something push the blindfold down. It transpired that Fleur had used a dextrous foot pull the cloth off her eyes, which if Sunset was honest with herself was a little much. The woman herself sat at the opposite end of the bed, holding Sonata’s limp form in her arms like a tired child.

“You two did quite well for first timers,” Fleur said encouragingly. “It’s a shame it has to end.” She smiled.

Sunset wouldn’t have found anything odd in this if the smile hadn’t been quite so wide. Up until now, Fleur’s expressions, attitude, and overall actions had been careful, carried with a certain sense of restraint and dignity. Her smiles never exposed the inside of her mouth at all. But this smile did. Perfectly white teeth shone in the dimness of the room, and Sunset felt a thrill of suspense before she quite figured out why. With her foot again, Fleur tugged the cloth on Sunset’s face down, and shoved it sharply into Sunset’s mouth like a gag. Sunset reacted in surprise, instinctively trying to pull free of her bindings, but they wouldn’t move.

“I can see why you like her,” Fleur said softly, running a hand over Sonata’s cheek. “She looks absolutely divine.”

Sonata opened her eyes as Sunset let out a little muffled squeak of protest at being gagged. “Sunse—Hey!” She cried out as Fleur took firm hold of her ponytail and pulled back her head. Positioned in Fleur’s lap, she lay with her back on Fleur’s left leg, her head being bent almost upside down over Fleur’s knee.

A part of Sunset understood what was going to happen a split second before it did. Fleur’s mouth opened, a malevolent light gleaming suddenly in her purple eyes, and she dived. Sunset’s scream was absorbed effectively by the gag, but Sonata’s was cut off by a wet choking sound. As soon as Fleur’s fangs pierced her, Sonata’s eyes screwed shut and her mouth wrenched open in a deadened cry of pain and horror. Her thin arms reached ineffectually for Fleur’s restraining hands, but they were like iron and could not be moved.

Sunset’s eyes were wide, her brain unable to process what was going on. She saw blood and heard the wet choking sounds of Sonata struggling unsuccessfully to breath. She cried out, trying to reach them, but they were too far away for her to do anything. Crying and shrieking against her restraints, she shook the bed in her efforts to escape, but to no avail, and Sunset knew in that moment that Fleur had planned this whole thing.

Sonata’s cheeks had gone pale. She opened her eyes slightly, and found Sunset. With what little strength she had, she reached out a trembling arm to her. Sunset pulled against her restraints a final time, her eyes streaming with tears, but with a moist snapping sound from her neck, Sonata’s arm fell, and the light in her eyes extinguished like a blowing light bulb. She convulsed once, and then didn’t move again.

“Ahh,” Fleur sighed, daintily wiping the excess blood from her chin. “Sorry about your sheets,” she said solicitously when she noticed the spots dotting the covers. “But now at last, we can have a little private conversation together.”

With a casual motion, she shoved Sonata’s miserable corpse off the bed, where it thudded mundanely to the floor. Sunset watched it with wide, tear-filled eyes, and barely noticed as Fleur positioned herself over her until her perfect hair caught the edges of her vision. Until that point an overwhelming sense of despair and loss had surged through her, the image of Sonata final moments of life replaying again and again in her head. Now that the monster that had done it was leaning over her, her lithe, predatory body barely an inch from Sunset’s own own, Sunset’s misery was perforated by a natural stab of fear. Despite Fleur’s serene expression, the blood stains around her mouth gave her a distinctly sinister appearance.

“You can’t imagine the warm interest I’ve felt in you since our first meeting,” she said, running her slender fingers across Sunset’s cheek. Sunset flinched away from her with a muffled little cry of terror. “I understand,” she said gently. “You are of course distraught at the moment, seeing the death of your little girlfriend. But you’ll come to appreciate that she wasn’t worthy of you.” Fleur blinked as Sunset tried to say something through her gag. “Didn’t quite catch that,” she said cheerfully, pulling her gag away.

“What the hell are you?” Sunset blurted. If she was honest with herself, she knew precisely what she was, but that was impossible. Fleur gave a little laugh.

“Now dear,” she chuckled, “let’s not have any delaying tactics, shall we? We both know what I am. So much of this modern media exists that you simply must have guessed it.”

“B-But why are you doing this? Why did you kill Sonata?” Sunset sobbed.

“I tried to keep her out of it,” Fleur said in a to-be-fair tone of voice. “But the girl was simply far too attached to you for her own good. One doesn’t simply get between me and something I want. And I want you, Sunset Shimmer.”

Sunset felt her skin erupt in goosebumps as Fleur lowered her head over her chest. A warm tongue ran slowly over her sternum, and ended at the meeting point of her clavicles. Sunset flinched and shut her eyes tightly as Fleur suddenly nipped the base of her neck with her front teeth.

“You’re simply intoxicating,” Fleur breathed with an indecent look of hunger in her eyes.

Sunset opened her eyes again and stared up at her for a horrifying moment, feeling all of the terror that being held, helpless, and without possibility of escape, beneath a merciless predator should inspire. She knew in that moment what it was to be meat on a chopping board. But then she saw Sonata’s body again, her blank magenta eyes devoid of light, her dusky blue skin stained with dark streaks across her neck and chest. Her fear did not abate, but it certainly did change somewhat. Her shallow breathing ebbed into a series of pathetic sobs.

“Just kill me,” Sunset croaked. She turned her head to one side, exposing her tender throat completely. She lay waiting for the inevitable end, her thoughts taken up entirely by memories of Sonata. Her ditzy, smiling face impressed upon the inside of Sunset’s mind.

Fleur watched this display with a slightly annoyed expression. She sighed. “I thought it might turn out this way.” She reached down and turned Sunset’s head around by the chin. “You’re thinking about that girl, aren’t you?”

Sunset looked up at her, blinking the tears out of her eyes. “I could never stop thinking about her,” Sunset said, a hint of defiance breaking through her listless acceptance of her fate.

Fleur scowled. “Am I not beautiful enough for you?” she asked, turning her head to the side and allowing her hair to sweep a little in the still air. “I am a quite attentive lover. You’d never want for anything. You could have what you wanted, do as you pleased.” She cupped Sunset’s cheek in her palm and glared at her with intensity. “Just say that you’ll be mine.”

Sunset looked up at her for a long moment. Something in the way Fleur spoke had a sense, however slight, of desperation about it. If Sunset hadn’t been so filled up with loss, misery, and fear, she might have felt a little sorry for Fleur. But she didn’t.

“I want Sonata,” she said huskily, forcing her chin out of Fleur’s grasp and turning her head away. She wished that Fleur would just kill her. She didn’t even think she’d mind the pain so much at this point.

Fleur pulled her hand away, staring down at her with a none-too-happy expression on her beautiful face. With another aggrieved sigh, she glanced down at the body on the floor.

“And if you could have her,” she began, “would you be mine?”

“You killed her,” Sunset sniffed, a lump rising in her throat.

“My goodness, you really haven’t watched too much TV, have you?” Fleur said exasperatedly. “I can turn her, and you. You can have her.” She leaned down so that her hair dangled over Sunset’s face. “If I can have you.”

Sunset stared back up at her, her insides swarming like insects. She didn’t recognise the feeling at first, but something in her heart had relit itself. A small spark of hope.

“Turn her?”

“Make the two of you like me. You can be together forever. So long as you stay with me.”

In any other situation, Sunset would have questioned this proposal. She would have seen the evils she was trading for one small chance to be with the one she loved. The evil action she would justify with the good intentions of Sonata being returned to her. But she was naked, handcuffed to a bed, with a predator with a taste for blood kneeling on top of her, and the love of her life, cold and dead on the floor with her throat torn open. There was no space in her young mind at that time for thoughts of future regrets. Only current pain.

“Be mine,” Fleur whispered, “and she will be yours again.”

Sunset made her choice. She nodded.

Fleur smiled again, her restrained, beautiful smile. She fished in her bag and pulled out the little key for the handcuffs. As Sunset sat up and rubbed her bruised wrists, Fleur picked up Sonata’s body from the floor.

“Would you mind?” Fleur asked, holding out her finger to Sunset. Whatever Fleur thought, Sunset had in fact seen vampire shows before, and knew what she was going to do. She bit down on Fleur’s finger, taking some small gratification in the little pain she could cause Fleur right now. To her annoyance, Fleur seemed to enjoy it. The older woman lowered the bleeding finger to Sonata’s mouth and parted the lips. She held the finger inside for a few moments, and then gestured for Sunset to take the body. Sunset took Sonata’s still warm corpse in her arms, not bothering to repress the renewed tears coming to her eyes as she looked down at her pale face.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, not really knowing what she was sorry for. “I’m sorry.”

Fleur insinuated herself behind Sunset. “She’ll awaken in a few moments.” She took Sunset’s hand and placed it over Sonata’s chest. “You’ll feel it here.”

Sunset held her hand against Sonata’s heart, daring to feel for the renewed beating. Fleur leaned close and held Sunset to her, her slender arms encompassing her chest. Sunset felt the other woman’s breasts pressed against her naked back, her eager breath, damp and warm on her shoulder, and the little jolts of electricity as Fleur kissed up and down the side of her neck. But she kept her eyes on Sonata’s face, feeling the warm trails of tears on her cheeks as they splashed down onto the girl she loved.

...bu-bump... ... bu-bump..

Sunset smiled, and put her forehead to Sonata’s as she felt the beating of her heart begin again, unable to stop herself giving a small, sad laugh. She felt the gentle intake of breath as Sonata’s lungs began to fill of their own accord, and the sharpness of Fleur’s fangs pierce her throat.

Author's Note

Yyyyep. I have a vampire fetish. Just thought you ought to know that.