Aria gave Applejack directions to their place as she glared at Sunset in the bed of the truck. Pinkie held tight to the orange woman as Sunset watched the glowing blue car behind them. Sonata was restraining Adagio with help from Rarity and Twilight as Rainbow Dash hurried after Applejack’s truck. The group raced across town to a large manor.

Not bothering to question how the Sirens managed to procure such a nice home, Applejack slid to a stop in front of the house and Aria leaped out. Racing over to Rainbow Dash’s car, she wrenched the door open and helped Sonata drag Adagio inside. As the others filed in, Aria ordered them to keep the door open.

“Adagio’s pheromones will fill the house in seconds if you close it,” she explained. “We need to open the windows.” Pinkie instantly darted off to do just that while everyone else waited in the front hallway.

As soon as Sunset stepped through the door, Adagio pulled against Sonata’s grip, aching to be close to the enticing scent. The pulsing in her lower body begged to be satisfied and that delicious aroma only made it worse. Likewise, Sunset felt her teeth sharpen against her tongue, ready to mark the expanse of flaxen flesh before her. Her eyes darkened and a growl slowly filtered from her chest. Aria matched it note-for-note and Sunset turned burning eyes on the twin-tailed siren. Aria refused to back down and stood protectively in front of Adagio.

“You’re not mating her,” the purple siren snarled. “You may have made us powerless, but we’re still Sirens. You’re not using her just cause she’s weaker now.”

“Sunset doesn’t want to use her, though,” Rarity explained tentatively. “She merely understands that Adagio is in need of assistance and wishes to offer her own. If anything, Adagio would be using Sunset.”

Aria glared at them all and huffed stubbornly. Glancing back to Adagio, she found her sister shuddering and panting in Sonata’s arms, pupils completely dilated and a slight sheen of sweat covering her skin. Her claws were shredding at her dress, desperate to relieve some of her heat. Clenching her teeth, Aria glared at Sunset and snapped, “Fine! But if you hurt her, I don’t need my voice to kick your ass, Alpha.”

Sunset nodded in understanding and Aria motioned for Sonata to release Adagio. “The basement’s the best place,” she said, pointing to a door nearby as the blue-haired siren prepared to let go. “It has everything you’ll need, including contraception, which you will use. Get her down there quickly because she doesn’t like to wait.”

Sonata opened her hands and Adagio threw herself at Sunset, slamming into the orange woman. Sunset caught her before they could fall over and lifted the smaller woman into a bridal carry, heading for the door Aria had indicated. The others watched her go before turning to the remaining Sirens. Aria eyed them suspiciously and moved to stand protectively near Sonata.

“We’re not leavin’,” Rainbow Dash said before the purple siren could say anything. “So long as Sunset’s here, so are we. No exceptions, no arguments.”

“You’re not intruding in our house,” Aria growled, baring her teeth at the other Beta.

Twilight took a deep breath and stepped forward. “Yes, we will be.” The others glanced to her at the tone of authority in her voice. “You will let us stay here as long as Sunset is helping your sister.”

Aria’s eyes were slits as she gritted her teeth. Fists clenching and unclenching for a moment, the middle siren sister growled and snapped, “Come on, guest bedrooms are upstairs. Don’t touch anything, don’t go anywhere and don’t say a single word.”

“Is there anything we can do?” Rainbow Dash smirked. Her face fell when Aria pulled her close and snarled in her face, “You can stay as invisible as possible in our house until your Alpha is done with Dag and then you will leave.”

“What makes ya so sure o’ that?” Applejack raised an eyebrow as Aria smirked at her.

“Even if Dagi’s an Omega, she was raised as an Alpha in the old days of Equestria. Your little princess there won’t make her budge a second, so you’ll be outta here as soon as she’s done.” Turning gracefully, both sirens continued up the stairs.

Down in the basement, Sunset took a moment to look around appreciatively. It was clear that this was either Adagio’s bedroom or just the room the trio mated in. On the far side was a queen-sized four poster bed with violet bedding. The floor was covered in a carpet of deep blue tones and the walls were a darkened orange, similar to the setting sun. A wardrobe sat in the corner opposite the bed and a door off to the side most likely led to a restroom. A small chest of drawers sat beside the bed with a box of condoms on top along with a paper towel dispenser.

Sunset’s attention was pulled from admiring the room as Adagio pawed at her chest with a desperate whimper. The sun-kissed woman licked her lips as Adagio’s pheromones filled the room. Leaning down, she buried her nose in the amber neck and licked the soft skin. A moan lit the air and Sunset tossed Adagio onto the bed, just barely maintaining control over herself.

Climbing over the gasping woman, Sunset wasted no time in tearing off the remnants of Adagio’s ruined dress and gazing hungrily at the pale expanse of flesh exposed to her. The Sirens’ tight clothing had given a few indications what their bodies would be like, but this was more than even Sunset could have imagined.

Long, creamy legs, rounded at the calf and full in the thighs, stretched below her, completely shaved and silky to the touch, each one capped at the bottom by a dainty foot, arched in the sole from walking in heels for Celestia-knows-how-long. At the top, thick thighs flowed into strong, wide hips, prominent in Adagio’s almost pear-shaped body and framing a soaked, pulsing heat at the core of Adagio’s very being, the musky smell permeating the room stemming from the dripping canal. Above the hips, a smooth, flat stomach expanded upward, quivering with each motion and contracting slightly with each exhale, showing off the bit of muscle underneath, most likely from Alpha training.

Along the sides of the toned stomach was a narrow waist, most likely kept tightly under control to accentuate the larger hips’ swaying motions. It flowed upward into a bumping pattern, outlining each rib, expanding and contracting with each breath, just as the plain of stomach had been. Right between the partition of the ribs, a narrow valley awarded Sunset the sight of two perky, modest breasts, round enough to fit snugly in each hand and glowing with a slight sheen of moisture in the faint light of the room, each capped with a tiny pink nub, already hardened and straining against the air.

Turquoise eyes roved from the breastplate upward, following the line of the body’s midline and coming to a strong, prominent collarbone. Always covered by the bolero jacket, Sunset was finally able to take in the love hollow of Adagio’s neck, no longer covered by a large, red gemstone. Smooth bone melted into the silky, fragile flesh of Adagio’s throat, long and clean apart from two nearly-invisible scars on either side of the yellow skin. Drool filled Sunset’s mouth at the thought of adding her own to the collection, even as her eyes finally reached the top.

Plush, succulent lips, rounded to perfection and currently positioned into a slight pout, tilted up at the corners in a semblance of the ever-present smirk always astride them. Wide cheekbones emphasized soft curvy cheeks and ended just under half-lidded, darkened and smoky, deep pink eyes. A wild mane of silky, orange and yellow curls splayed out in a backdrop of fire behind the heat-hazed woman, only enhancing the natural beauty spread before Sunset.

A soft growl built in the redhead’s throat as she lowered her lips to Adagio’s clavicle, feeling a pair of claws scratch encouragingly at her scalp. Flicking her tongue out to taste the soft skin, Sunset was rewarding with a floral tang filling her mouth along with the natural salty taste of flesh. Adagio’s scent was all around them, lilies and oranges clouding Sunset’s senses as she trailed her lips lower, finally making contact with a moderately-sized orb. Adagio’s back arched, her breath hissing through her teeth as tingles spread from her aching nipple to her throbbing core. Sunset was meticulously ignoring her hardened nub in favor of trailing kisses and licks around it tauntingly.

As one hand dug into the dual-colored hair of the Alpha, the other scratched pleased trails up and down the toned orange back, tearing into the fabric of Sunset’s halter top. The fabric brought back a terrible reminder and Adagio growled softly, a bit of her Alpha upbringing shining through.

“You’re wearing too much clothing, little pony,” she snarled, her claws ripping further into the top.

“Why don’t I fix that then?” Sunset murmured. She kept the power out of her voice, not wanting Adagio to feel threatened and also not wanting her to also go into Alpha mode in the middle of a heat cycle. A thought for another time.

With a last tweak to Adagio’s nipples, Sunset pulled back and slipped from her halter, her breasts bouncing forward to perch on her pecs as she kicked off her boots and shimmied out of her skirt and underwear. Clothes successfully dealt with, Sunset returned to hover over the lusty siren, smirking down at her calmly.

Adagio’s eyes roved the Alpha’s body ravenously, not nearly as awestruck as Sunset due to her lust-hazed state. Rose-colored eyes traveled up the strong, powerful legs, sculpted to perfection and rippling with lithe muscles just under the skin, to wide hips, almost as wide as her own and just as round. Between them, Adagio purred happily at the sizable length, easily bigger than her hand was wide and already dribbling a bit of pre as she watched it, two creamy testes hanging below it and waiting to mate her. Above the delicious present waiting for her, Adagio couldn’t help her hand trailing across the washboard over Sunset’s stomach, the abs prominent against her hand, flexing under her touch and firm in her press.

Sunset’s narrow waist complemented each muscle as Adagio slid her hand higher, cupping as much of a large, perky breast in her hand as she could, the dark orange nipples stark against the lighter skin. Adagio’s eyes were momentarily drawn to a beauty mark directly underneath the left globe, and, for a moment, her mind cleared enough to be curious before she fell back under the fog.

Sturdy collarbones flowed into broad shoulders, accentuating Sunset’s more athletic build over her own, thick cords of slender neck clearly on display without the leather jacket’s shadow to shroud them. Adagio’s eyes finally traveled all the way up to her lover’s face, taking in the reassuring smirk curling the lush pink lips and subtly flared nostrils. And to cap it all, burning turquoise eyes framed by a vortex of flames, red and yellow crashing together to suck Adagio further into the gall of the enticing, leather and lemons scent.

The siren's body began to tremble as the thrumming in her core only amplified.

Sunset grinned as she positioned her head, lining it up with Adagio’s dripping center, knowing the siren was more than ready to take her length and then some, no doubt. Adagio bit her lip as she waited for Sunset to enter her, but the Alpha spotted what she was doing and paused. This drew a slight whine from the needy Omega.

“Why?” Adagio whimpered, reaching a hand around to Sunset’s back and preparing to plunge her aching core onto that delectable shaft if this Alpha didn’t hurry up.

“Don’t bite your lip,” Sunset told her calmly, reaching for the box of condoms as she stalled. It was a good thing she remembered them; Aria would have her head if she impregnated her mate. She continued as she slipped it over her bobbing member. “The first impale is always the most surprising. I don’t want you to accidentally take your lip off.”

Adagio glared up at her and grunted with a slight nod. Opening her mouth as Sunset finished securing the protection, the siren leader was rewarded with the Alpha above her finally beginning to infiltrate her. It was slow at first, allowing the both of them to get used to the size difference. Sunset gritted her teeth at how tight Adagio was; the siren’s first orgasm of the night wasn’t too far off. Adagio was preoccupied with holding tightly to the woman above her as she assessed the size of Sunset’s endowment. Perfect, naturally.

Both panted for a moment as Sunset held still inside of Adagio. When the flaxen woman rolled her hips up to meet the guitarist’s, Sunset took that as her cue. Pulling herself back, much to Adagio’s protest and her own delight, Sunset took a deep breath, her hand sliding down Adagio’s waist as she plunged back into the waiting cavern, ready to explore the depths waiting for her.

Adagio threw her head back with a shout, eyes slamming shut as she clenched her fists in the bedsheets. Her body arched upward into Sunset’s wandering hands, aching to be closer to the Alpha already doing amazing things to her. An intense tingling spread through her pelvic region, further enflaming her body, and it only grew as Sunset pulled back and thrust back in.

“Yes!” the Omega gasped, claws tearing holes in the bedspread.

A sharp-toothed grin spread over Sunset’s lips as she wrapped one arm around Adagio’s arched back and grasped her hip with the other hand. Shifting one knee forward and between the siren’s legs, the redhead began a rough pace, pulling Adagio into each thrust. The tight grip the siren held on her tugged deliciously at her length, dragging each ridge and velvety inch over her shaft.

“I take it it’s been a while since you’ve had a good pounding?” Sunset chuckled deeply, licking a trail between the bouncing mounds on the yellow woman’s breastplate.

“Yes!” Adagio groaned, one hand coming up to dig into the red-and-yellow locks of the woman above her. “Yes! Don’t stop, little pony, don’t stop!”

The slapping of flesh filled the air along with the flaxen woman’s desperate gasps. Sunset grunted slightly as she pushed herself into the constricting tunnel as deeply as she would go. Adagio’s cave flowed around her at each pull and widened to accommodate her at each push. The siren in question groaned desperately as the heat in her stomach continued building, stoked by the lighter pistoning inside of her. Already, she was so close to a powerful orgasm, one of many to come, she was sure.

Beads of sweat trailed down Sunset’s back, making it slick and harder for Adagio’s claws to find purchase on the smooth surface. Her thighs burned with the exertion, but she couldn’t find it in herself to hate it, since she was nearly balls deep in the sexiest woman she had seen since entering this world. She churned, ready to blow all over Adagio, even if the condom was going to stop any of it from escaping. The thought of Adagio, ripe with her pups and begging for release, caused Sunset to redouble her efforts, wanting to reach that edge just as badly as the woman moaning beneath her.

It was getting closer, Adagio could feel it, twisting and coiling in her stomach. All she could hear were her own gasps and moans of rapture as she rode the cock as best she could, thrusting her hips up to meet the beast pounding into her. She just needed a little more, she could taste the salt of her sweat on her lips, the sticky liquid covering her body in a light sheen. The thought that it wouldn’t be the only sticky liquid covering her sent Adagio spiraling over the edge, white-hot energy coursing from the base of her stomach and spreading out to every inch of her body.

Sunset gave a deep moan as the walls holding her suddenly clamped down, pulsating as Adagio’s legs locked around her hips. Despite this, Sunset continued her thrusts, gaining just the last bit of sensation needed to feel her sack tighten with the impending jet. Gritting her teeth against the urge to mark the pale throat before her, Sunset groaned as she shot string after string into the condom’s waiting bubble, wishing desperately that it was Adagio she was filling instead of the troublesome piece of rubber.

The pair rode out their orgasm, Adagio’s stomach tightening with aftershocks once her initial release had tapered off. Sunset chuckled and gently pulled out, not wanting to spill anything inside of the heavily gasping siren, lest she incur the wrath of said siren’s sister. She expertly tied the condom and tossed it into the trashcan right beside the bed, rolling off of Adagio and lying on her back.

Adagio purred as she nuzzled into Sunset’s chest, her own expanding as she took deep breaths. Sunset chuckled as pale fingers ghosted over her breasts and along her stomach. “Not had enough, huh?” she husked, not bothering to stop Adagio’s hand.

The wandering hand stopped just above Sunset’s pelvis and pressed down. Adagio lifted and turned her darkened gaze to Sunset. A downright salacious grin crossed her face as she cooed, “Not even close, my little pony.”

Author's Note

Balls, I'm rusty writing sex scenes. This is what happens when you don't write nare anything for about a year. Ya get rusty! Still, this is one of the only times I ever pull the Sunset is the dominant commanding, in control one dynamic with Adagio. Don't worry, it doesn't last long.

Oh my goddess, did I seriously make a 'my little pony' pun? This fandom really is growing on me...