For a Change

Six months earlier...

It was all part of another story...

Twilight was having a blast.

Straddling the small of Starlight's back, the princess hooked her pupil's fores and crossed them under her own chin. From there - her stifles bent, rear hooves posted on the canvas - she flung her shoulders backwards and wrenched on Star's fores, the outline of her taut traps visible beneath a tight-fitting shirt.

The harder she wrenched, the more detailed the outline became. Rarity feasted on the odd and oddly titillating sight. Other than tonight, she couldn't recall another time when Twilight had looked so at home in her own body.

Star, however, looked like a mare in considerable pain - another sight that aroused Rarity, though she'd never openly admit it. The pupil grimaced as her backbone curled into a crescent. She was flexible, like her mentor, but the way her body quivered and her hinds flailed suggested she was near her breaking point.

Even so, there was a ferocity in her that outweighed any pain she felt. She was down but not out and seemed to be relishing the struggle, if not her current predicament.

"Tap or snap," said Twilight, a sing-song lilt to her voice.

Star tried and failed to shake her head. "You don't have it in you, Sparkle. You're too soft."

Twilight gave her pupil a sharp tug, showing Star just how soft she was.

"I said... give..." Throaty grunts distorted her voice, lowering the pitch to a gruff timbre. Star's quivering became more pronounced, but she clenched her jaw and endured, her chest rounded sensually, belly sucking in and out as she drew in shallow breath after shallow breath.

Rarity watched the one-sided fight from ringside, seated on a shabby loveseat that comprised the only furniture in the tiny, claustrophobic theater. She was wearing one of her finest cocktail gowns, and couldn't wait for the mare beside her to tear it from her body and toss it aside like a used napkin.

A sphere of heat had formed just below her belly, small now, but gradually expanding like a cloud of gas. She resisted a strong urge to touch herself, content, at least for the moment, to let the pressure of desire build unchecked between her thighs.

"That stubbornness," said Twilight, panting, purring, "is going to get you hurt."

Growing more aroused herself, her arousal nearly in sync with Rarity's, the princess freed her pupil's fores and wrangled her into a chokehold. Her chest mashed against Star's shoulder blades. Her hips drove forward and rocked and undulated, and her nethers ground against the small of her pupil's back in a subtle wiping motion.

The barriers of clothing - her shorts and Star's shirt - seemed to frustrate her. Irritated, she vented that frustration on her pupil's throat, compressing it between a rigid forearm and a peaked bicep. The effort wrung sweat from her pores. The glistening beads coated her hide, lending her muscles the illusion of greater size and definition.

Star's mouth fell open in a hushed wheeze, her cheek hot against Twilight's. Trembling hooves reached for the fores binding her neck, only to get snared and tucked behind two bent stifles. It was a nice touch, one final restriction to punctuate her defeat. She choked down a painful breath, her neck momentarily free - and then Twilight reapplied her choke and squeezed harder, as if punishing her for having the gaul to fight back.

They played their respective roles perfectly: Twilight the dominant teacher, imparting a harsh lesson on her pupil, and Star the submissive student, bending to a will and a body that surpassed her own.

And yet, for all Twilight's squeezing and wrenching and dominating, there was something intimate about her embrace. Watching her, Rarity got the sense that she was holding back, toying with Star in a way that wasn't entirely cruel.

"You're mine," she whispered - and the words meant several things at once, distilling and expressing a tangle of ambivalent feelings.

Still, intimate or not, Star wouldn't last much longer in the suffocating embrace. Her eyelids had drooped to a sleepy half-lid, her wriggles and squirms were starting to slow, to weaken.

It was all terribly fun for Rarity. The sphere of heat below her belly was still expanding. The lips hidden beneath her dress swelled, the pink folds darkening to a richer, rosier hue.

At times like this, Rarity felt the need to rationalize her thrill at witnessing harm befall another pony - especially when that pony was one of her friends. She assured herself that the barbarism of a good fight held no appeal for her, and that she was most intrigued by the accidental intimacy, and the strangely aesthetic interplay of two bodies locked in a struggle for dominance.

Through no small feat of mental gymnastics, she had convinced herself that a submission hold was like a statue carved from flesh and bone instead of rock, ice or clay. Seen in this light, the violent attacker became a thoughtful sculptor, an artisan, her hooves twisting, bending and squeezing her subject's body into new aesthetic shapes. And this reshaping required all the hallmarks of good art: creativity, instinct, practice, patience.

Was that a stretch? Rarity hoped not; she loathed the idea of reducing this... whatever it was... to common sadism.

Not that she could deny the crueler aspects of her new interest.

As if on cue, Twilight demonstrated one such aspect. It was Rarity's least favorite: blunt force trauma. Getting a bit carried away, the princess jackknifed and slammed Star's muzzle into the canvas, then scissored her torso and flexed both quads, compressing the rib cage lodged between them.

Star sputtered into the mat. The frogs of her hooves groped at Twilight's fores, searching the sweaty limbs for purchase.

With her current position Twilight could've easily choked out her pupil, but she wanted a submission not a knockout - wanted to hear Star admit her inferiority. So she traded her chokehold for a facelock, her forearm pressed over Star's eyes like a blindfold, front hooves joined, shoulder braced against the base of her pupil's skull.

And then she curled her biceps, crunching Star's skull between her forearm and her shoulder. The pupil's breath caught. She cursed and tried to scramble up to all fours, but listed and wound up on her side.

Twilight poured on the pressure. Her embrace remained intimate, but now there was an aggression to it that had been absent before, a genuine desire to do harm.

"What's it feel like, Star? Losing your autonomy? Being controlled? Not fun, I imagine." She was swept up in the moment, not thinking before she spoke.

Star got swept up as well. Her horn went off like a flashbulb, searing Twilight's retina's. The princess broke her hold and rolled away, clutching at her shut eyes, and her pupil scrambled after her.

Finding her second wind, Star latched onto Twilight's barrel and hit a sloppy suplex. It wasn't the prettiest slam Rarity had ever seen, but it did the job.

Dazed, Twilight tried to scramble up and away - and that's when Star made her move. Lying crossways on the princess's lower back, she snagged one purple hind with both fores, scissored the other with her hinds, and then flipped Twilight back-first to the mat, pinning her in a kind of variation of a spladle.

The princess bleated as much from humiliation as pain. Star arched her body, heaping pressure onto Twilight's hips as she stretched the princess's hinds, forcing her to perform a wide split.

Flexible though she was, Twilight had her limits. For the first time that night she found herself writhing in Star's grip, her squirming, wriggling crotch on full display for Rarity's gaze.

Rarity liked this new shape for Twilight, even as she scorned her own mouth for turning up at the corners. She watched her friend's pain and humiliation with bridled glee, unable to fully give herself to the experience.

"Well now, ain't you just the cutest little thing the cat ever did drag in." Applejack, who had been watching quietly all this time, turned in the loveseat and pushed her chest into Rarity's shoulder. "I ain't no psychologist or nothing, but I reckon it can't be healthy to keep all them dirty feelings bottled up inside."

She slipped a hoof under Rarity's skirt, between her thighs. The slick feel of her nakedness surprised the farmer, who had been expecting to find a pair of silky panties.

"Some lady," said AJ. "I always figured were nasty under all that pomp." She gave Rarity a rough stroke, teasing a whimper from the seamstress. But she tried for another, Rarity squeezed her stifles together, holding the invasive hoof still.

Applejack tsked. "Come on now, Rare. You don't mean that."

Rarity stayed quiet, eyes riveted to the action in the ring. She felt Applejack shove at the back of her head, move her, muscle her belly-down on the loveseat. The farmer wrestled her dress over her head, tearing it in the process. She pushed her hips against Rarity's croup, as if threatening to penetrate the seamstress with a cock she didn't have.

The orange hoof was still lodged between Rarity's thighs, trapped there, wriggling against slippery folds of flesh. A whimper escaped the seamstress - but still no words. She tried to look up and get a better view of the match, but a strong hoof drove her snout into the seat cushion.

"Quit lying to yerself, Rare. I'll force the truth on ya if I have to."

Rarity's breath came a beat faster. She couldn't bring herself to say no - to utter the lie aloud - so she tried to express her false desire with a headshake.

"Oh, I see. You don't think I'll do it." She seized Rarity's mane and turned her neck, letting her watch the action again. "Yer wrong about that. I will, because yer gonna beg for it."

While Rarity's face was buried in the cushion, Star had been busy reshaping her subject. She was straddling a supine Twilight, her mound bearing down on a purple muzzle. Sweat-stained nylon covered Twilight's nose and mouth, smothering her breath, and the full bodyweight of a grown mare sat heavily on her skull.

And as if that weren't enough, Star had her teacher's hooves pinned to the mat and was driving her hips down, making Twilight feel every pound of her frame. The princess groaned into the snatch on her face, her lips kneading Star through a layer of gauzy nylon.

Rarity was practically salivating.

"Tell me what you want, Rare," said AJ, her voice a whisper behind Rarity's own panting. "I can't help without yer permission."

Rarity remained silent, but she did lift her hips and splay her thighs for AJ, freeing the trapped hoof.

"Atta girl." AJ fondled the submissive mare, the soft frog of her hoof kneading softer, fleshier pussy lips.

"Yer already so wet for me," she husked. "I reckon we can skip the foreplay then."

Applejack lifted Rarity's hips higher and bowed her own head. Full lips pressed against one of Rarity's ass cheeks, and teeth grazed her sensitive hide. She craned her neck to look back at AJ, and, noticing, the farmer seized her mane a second time and gently laid her cheek back on the seat cushion.

"You keep your eyes on the action," said AJ. "That's why you're here, ain't it?"

It was. How positively bizarre...

Star looked up at Rarity, as she could feel the seamstress's eyes roaming up and down her curves. Their eyes met, and Star blew her fan a kiss. Then, her eyes never leaving Rarity's, she snuck both front hooves behind Twilight's head and rolled to her side, her thighs clamping shut, rear fetlocks knotting into a bow.

Her belly expanded with a deep breath, then flattened out as she flexed her quads. Pronounced groin muscles squashed Twilight's nose, pinching her nostrils shut, while a muggy, musty crotch smothered her mouth. The princess scrambled to her haunches and tried to pry open the thighs on her neck, but Star snagged her fores, yanked them straight and hugged them to her chest.

The dominant mare arched her body, and so did Rarity, her pussy winking as AJ licked it from behind. Holding her partner's hips steady, she slurped and lapped at the juices coating Rarity's folds. Her muzzle was half wedged between the seamstress's butt cheeks, sawing in and out in rhythm with her subtle head bobs.

Soon, Rarity noticed that her hips were rolling backwards to meet AJ's limber tongue, the motion entirely reflexive. Her dominion over her own body was slipping away, or rather, little by little, AJ was stealing it from her. She tried to focus on the match, not wanting to miss the coming knockout, but her eyelids were drooping and her vision was turning hazy.

The last thing she saw was Twilight topple back to the mat and land on her side, her body wracked by a sudden fit of convulsions. She made ugly, animalistic snorting noises, the sounds muffled by the crotch pressed to her mouth.

Her twitching muzzle rubbed against Star's mound, and the dominant mare, enlivened by her rival's spasms, pushed her hips forward and let her head loll back, her quads flexed to full expansion. Her muscles quivered.

She controlled both of Twilight's fores with one limb and slipped the other behind the princess's head, pulling at it, taking it deeper as she rode out the pleasing convulsions.

Then the limber tongue found Rarity's clit, and her own eyes snapped shut. She buried her muzzle in the seat cushion, muffling the loud moans that crowded her throat. The roll in her hips became more pronounced, and she ground her croup and dripping mound against AJ's muzzle - hard - her nub throbbing, her body aching for sweet release.

The moment before Twilight's spasms stopped, Rarity's began, the overlap lasting a second - maybe more. A wave of raw pleasure crashed through her body, and her hips jerked, her pussy winked, winked, winked against the intrusive muzzle, the limber tongue.

She plopped onto her belly with a sigh. Her left hind leg twitched. She felt AJ's weight drape across her back, and a tender kiss grazed her ear.

"See," AJ husked. "That weren't so bad, was it?"

"No, not for either of us." Rarity cast her gaze back to the ring. She found Star sitting on her haunches, cradling Twilight's head in her lap. She was tapping the princess's cheek, gently rousing her back to consciousness.

"Easy," she was saying. "You're fine, I got you. Just breathe. That's it, breathe, just like that."

Slowly, Twilight managed to open her eyes. She blinked repeatedly until the grogginess passed, then met Star's eyes with a clear gaze.

"You held on for too long. You could've hurt me."

"You could've tapped."

"How? You had my hooves?"

"I mean before that."

"You want to talk about before? How about before you cheated."

Star's expression dimmed. Her jaw fell open like she meant to scream, but her words came out slow and soft, their force blunted by remorse.

"I'm sorry, okay. I just... I wanted to win. I wanted to beat you at... at..."

Twilight pressed a hoof over her pupil's lips. "That's enough. It's okay." Her hoof slid to Star's cheek, and the pupil bowed her head, her eyes shutting, lips falling in search of Twilight's.

"Are they serious?" Rarity said flatly.

"Ya darn right they are. That's method acting. Old-school."

"It's ridiculous."

"Oh hush up that pretty mouth already. The show ain't over yet."

Rarity rolled to her back and planted a kiss on her partner's throat. AJ kissed her back, then turned to watch the rest of the scene play out. Her eyes seemed to shine in the dark theater, looking brighter than they ever had before - and greener.

It was all part of another, larger story...

It was all rather strange...