“Those stage costumes were just a little passé, if you ask me,” came a nasal voice through the crowded hallway of Canterlot High.
Even in the middle of classes and just before exams and in the most stressful week of the year, Rarity perceived this insult. A fiery rush sprouted like tendrils of electricity from the Element of Generosity’s breast. Her breathing grew labored at the very utterance. Stop, she told herself before she advanced on her verbal assailant. A controlled sigh escaped her lips. Count to ten. One, two , three—
“Adagio Dazzle!” she couldn’t help but call out immediately with a forced tone of happiness. A beaming smile was on her face.
The leading lady of the sirens turned around in the hallway of Canterlot High to face the Element of Generosity, narrowly missing Aria beside her. “Sorry,” she said in her nasal manner. “What did you say?” She placed her hand on her hip and smirked, knowing full well the rage she had evoked.
“Well, I’m very sorry if I overheard incorrectly, darling,” Rarity said. In spite of her ladylike conviction, she couldn’t help but grit her teeth. “I just believe I heard you refer to my costumes as passé.”
Sunset Shimmer coughed from behind her. “Hey, Rarity, you don’t need—”
“Oh, is that right?” Adagio asked, ignoring Rarity’s friends and returning the smirk. “I’m sorry. It must have been all those clashing colors I saw. I didn’t mean to offend you if you just threw paint all over them.”
Rarity clenched her fists. “Oh, you were referring to the costumes I designed at the battle of the bands. Oh, that’s right,” she said putting a finger to her cheek while turning her face in dark glee. “The musical competition in which you couldn’t sing properly. I’m sorry about that again, Adagio. How are your singing lessons doing as of late? We wouldn’t want a repeat of what we heard at the end now, would we?”
Aria smiled evilly as well, apparently pleased at the unfolding sight. Adagio’s grin thinned, and she stepped away from her sister Sirens. “Just a little bit better than your design flaws. Thanks for asking,” she said. “We’re able to sing one, coherent sound now, unlike that gaudy mess of colors we saw at the Battle of the Bands.”
“Glad to hear it,” Rarity commented. “It’s just got to be hard, you know, having no cultured taste at all.”
“I know,” Adagio said, putting her hand on her hip and shifting a foot forward. “You Rainbooms really looked like you were dressed by your mothers, didn’t you?”
“Of course, darling. We after all have mothers to help us be dignified ladies. We’re not ruffians, are we?”
“Oh, silly me. Of course not,” the orange-haired dazzling said, putting a hand to her chest. “Our mothers after all told us that mohawk hairdos were for delinquents. And none of us have mohawks, right?”
Fluttershy put her hand on Rarity’s shoulder. “Uhm, Rarity, I know this may make you upset, but—”
Rarity immediately threw the empathetic hand off her shoulder, paying no attention to her friend, and shot out a pointed finger. “You take back what you said about my hairstyle, you tonedeaf yodeller.”
The leading ginger’s face suddenly scrunched up. “You take back about what you said about my voice, or you can just run back to your friends. They’ll be fine with telling you that joke of a hairstyle’s fine, so that they can have all the boys for themselves,” she said, almost spitting.
“I- pfft,” Rarity sputtered. “I can get all the boys I want. Maybe you’re just jealous because you always act like a prostitute, harassing everybody in school!”
Adagio moved close to Rarity’s face. “Oh, no you didn’t, you attention whore!”
“Oh, I most think I did, you, salacious predator,” Rarity shouted back, taking the taller girl’s challenge.
“Needy showoff,” the Siren accused.
“Vulgar courtesan!”
“Drama queen!”
“Seductress!”
“Vouyerist!”
Their faces were almost touching. Their eyes shone with unmistakable lust for each other, their cheeks turning a light rose in color. Adagio’s eyes narrowed and aimed downward, causing Rarity to follow suit. She was looking at Rarity’s lips, and Rarity felt herself drawn to Adagio’s. Her heart started to beat faster. Rage fueling her passion, Rarity leaned in close to those enticing lips and closed the gap.
As soon as their lips touched, Adagio immediately pushed forward and slammed the Element of Generosity into the lockers in front of her. But rather than protest in pain, Rarity let her eyes roll up towards the sky at the glorious feeling of Adagio’s soft lips. In no time, Adagio’s tongue penetrated Rarity’s lips, and the lady moaned at the feeling. It swirled around quickly, and locked around her slick muscle in a way that made her jump.
Before she got too lost though, Rarity grabbed a hold of Adagio’s shoulders and pushed back, driving her wet tongue directly against her assailant’s. Adagio’s back slammed against the opposite wall, knocking most of the breath from her lungs. She held out, placing her hands near Rarity’s stomach running them upwards to her breasts. Her hands quickly found their target, grabbing a hold of Rarity’s pert breasts and feeling every inch of their soft but firm majesty.
Rarity would not be so easily overcome and twisted her tongue to stroke the soft tissue of Adagio’s mouth, sending the Siren into shivers. Her own hands felt along her arms and were very content with feeling up the Siren’s fine form from her fine arms to her curvy hips, which bucked out at Rarity with the slightest touch. Her eyes finally faced forward and gazed into the sultry Adagio’s rose irises, which stared back at her with a determined but passionate force that bored into her consciousness. The Element of Generosity nearly lost herself in the magic of the Siren.
Moans escaped Rarity's throat, just as they did Adagio’s. Rarity pressed her chest straight forward, pinning her against the stone wall with their soft bosoms grinding against each other; but now it was Adagio's turn to fight back. She reached downward further, daring to near the hem of Rarity’s skirt at school; and her hands even found the limit of Rarity's thighs, her fingers stroking the lace of the silk panties underneath. She stroked in circles around the sensitive legs, working up passion, even as the tongue protruding into her mouth dared to explore and enjoy itself in such dirty ways.
Rarity’s sapphire eyes narrowed at this, and Adagio’s too. They were both smiling with evil, naughty grins at the massive scene they were making without a single care in this public place. Several passersby had stopped in silence to watch the unfolding scene with the Siren’s and Rarity’s five friends in sheer shock.
Both of them craved the attention.
Rarity thrust her tongue in further and pushed it around even more forcefully. Adagio’s hands ran up her shirt to grasp and scratch her nails forcefully against the tender skin. Both moaned again at the want and the desire.
Rarity felt so dirty at the realization that she was doing this in public, but that only made the force of her French kiss more powerful. And Adagio also felt so angry and vicious at the instrument of her downfall at the Battle of the Bands. She would not be outdone by a Rainboom. Her tongue lashed out and wrestled with the wet mass invading her slick mouth and practically squealed in frustration at the sense that even one part of her was not achieving total control of the situation, earning a giggle and a heated gust of amusement from Rarity’s nostrils.
Their tongues were swirling now. Each tried to gain purchase over the other while their hands wandered without limit. Rarity's set on Adagio’s shaking hips and Adagio’s now feeling around the Element of Harmony’s firm rear covered with the finest and softest part of panties imaginable. Rarity glared at her again when she dared touch her fine bottom.
Riiiiiinnnngggggg!
The bell had rung and everyone in the hallway was now late for class. The two immediately broke off of each other. Adagio’s mouth and cheeks now had light blue smeared all over them. “You have my lipstick all over your face, darling,” Rarity said, quickly pulling out a white handkerchief for her.
The leading lady of the Sirens snatched it from her, smiling at the softness of the silk as she wiped her face.
“You missed a couple of spots, dear. Do go to the lady’s room and attend to yourself.”
“Yeah, thanks. I’ll take care of this before I go to class. I’ve got chemistry now, so I’ll return this to you later,” she said as she turned to the door behind her.
“Fine by me, darling,” Rarity responded as she turned to walk towards her English classroom. Adagio’s friends went to their own classes, and only Sonata was giggling at the turn of events. However, as the other five Elements walked into Ms. Cherilee’s English class, not one of them was without a gaping mouth.
All went inside and took their seats. Sunset Shimmer, who sat directly next to Rarity, could only ask, “Alright, I’ve just seen the weirdest thing since the Fall Formal. Care to explain?”
The fashionista, who had already taken out her pocket mirror and powder puff, barely looked from her reflection as she touched up her makeup. “What? Sometimes people need to let off a little steam. A lady is no different from anyone else.” There came no response.
Class began, and Ms. Cherilee began her lecture on eighteenth century English literature, so that everyone fell into a stupor that quickly forgot the events that just occurred. But then a voice came over the loudspeaker. “Rarity Belle and Adagio Dazzle, please report to Vice Principal Luna’s office immediately.”
Rarity sighed and rose from her desk. “Excuse me, Ms. Cherilee,” she kindly stated. Outside, and from across the hall, not too far away, she saw Adagio coming out of the restroom with a clean face. The two walked alongside one another immediately, keeping to themselves for the first few seconds.
“We’re going to get a tongue thrashing, aren’t we?” Adagio asked with little emotion, looking straight ahead.
“I’m afraid so, if not worse,” Rarity answered.
“I hate and love you for this.” Adagio bit her lip and intertwined her fingers with Rarity’s.
“As do I, darling.” Rarity held her hand more firmly for just the briefest of seconds.
They neared the door of the Vice Principal’s office. “So, angry sex at my place tonight?” Adagio asked, blushing furiously.
“That sounds lovely.”
