Came a tap tapping at my door...
“Who the hell knocks on the door at this hour?” Aria growled as she sat up and raked her hair out of her face.
Pinkie Pie, sitting up as well, blinked slowly, one hand rubbing at her eyes. “Just go see who it is, Ari,” she said, laying back down and pulling her side of the blanket back up over her head.
The Siren slipped out of bed and pulled on her robe. It wasn’t that she was shy about her thin cami and shorts she wore as underwear, but they tended to keep the temperature in the apartment low when they could to save on the heating bill. As a result, Aria did what she could to ward off the chill that tried to settle in once she slipped from the comfortable warmth of the little cocoon she and her wife turned their bed into every night.
Aria had tied the sash for the robe before she had reached the door and looked out the peephole. She only saw a poof of blue hair with dark highlights wavering beneath the level of the viewing device.
Resting her head against the cool metal of the exterior door and sighing, she reached up and flipped the deadbolt. As she opened the door, she stepped slightly to the side and caught her sister as Sonata fell into the apartment.
Her younger sister started giggling ridiculously, a slight smell of alcohol drifting up. “Hi, Ari!” she tittered.
“Sonata,” Aria sighed. “Why are you here? And drunk?” The younger Siren’s appearance finally registered with Aria. “Are those my pants?”
“Yep!” Sonata snickered. “Found these in the closet when we were packing up a little while ago. They fit perfect!” She reached up and flipped her twin pigtailed hair after a hiccough. “And it didn’t look right with my ponytail, so I did up like you used to wear your hair. But you’ve cut it and don’t wear the same stuff anymore.” She burped and tittered again. “And I thought, you found Pinkie when you dressed like this, and you rarely had trouble getting a bit of fun. I wondered if I’d have better luck if I changed my look.”
Aria sighed and knelt down to hook her arm under the tipsy girl, lifting her up when Pinkie poked her head out of the bedroom.
“Ari, who was…” She blinked. “Is that Sonata?”
“Yeah,” Aria sighed. “She’s a little tipsy and apparently cosplaying as me. I’m just going to sober her up and set her on the couch.”
“I don’t know,” Pinkie purred, winking at her wife. “We could double the fun tonight.”
“Go back to bed, Honey,” the elder Siren said. “You know there’s only one of me.”
“Psst,” the baker waved her hand. “I know that silly.” She stalked over to Aria, having picked up on a few of her wife’s tactics over the years. “But just imagine, you holding me down…”
Aria’s face heated up a little as Sonata, glanced back, confusion in her eyes.
“Uh, Pinkie,” Sonata murmured.
The married couple ignored her as the pink girl reached her wife and trailed a finger along the lapels of her robe. “Doing whatever you want to me, and if you need a breather,” she knelt down and put a finger under Sonata’s chin. “I’m sure Sonata could spell you for a few minutes.”
Sonata flushed red as the image.
“Why, you could even both go together,” Pinkie said, rising again. “I’m sure you could MMMPHH!”
Aria locked eyes with her wife, the stone at her neck and the ring on the baker’s finger flaring with light. Her eyes were hungry, and a warmth was building as they looked at each other.
“Ah, ah, ah,” Aria whispered huskily. “You know I don’t like sharing you. Not that I never shared someone with Sonata before, but you’re mine, Pinks.”
Pinkie grinned to match her wife. “Then, dearheart,” she whispered. “What do you say to sharing your sister?”
They both looked down at the third girl, who was already giggling nervously instead of drunkenly. “Uh, girls?” Sonata stammered.
Pinkie leaned over at the waist, letting her oversized tee slip down one shoulder and exposing the upper curves of her body. “Oh, come on, Nata,” Pinkie whispered. “I’m sure that you’ll enjoy it.” She turned and skipped into the bedroom.
Sonata looked up at her sister as she staggered to her feet. “She’s just teasing, right?”
Aria grinned at her sister. “Nope.”
As they entered, Pinkie had opened a small chest and pulled out a few bits of rope and a length of metal. “Oh, it’s going to be interesting being at the other side of these.” She seemed to almost be vibrating in her excitement.
“Oh, those are cute!” Sonata cooed as a pair of pink leopard print furred cuffs were pulled out. She reached out to grab them and felt the bed. It hardly moved. “Ooh, reinforced frame. Kinky!”
Aria took the spreader bar and grinned. “Oh, there’s a reason for that,” she chuckled as Pinkie pushed the younger Siren down and started pulling off her boots before holding her hand out.
Aria handed the spreader bar to her wife, smiling as the integrated cuffs around Sonata’s ankles.
“Pinkie can be insatiable sometimes.”
Pinkie giggled as her ring glittered in the low light.
Sonata smiled. “Well, good,” she giggled. “I’ve been a little pent up lately.”
Aria chuckled evilly.
“Oh, Nata,” Pinkie whispered. “You have no idea.”
Aria grinned as her wife began to dominate her sister, kissing and caressing in the way that made her slip back into memories of being on the receiving end of those lips and hands. She was willing to let her have her fun for a little while, holding onto the handcuffs and spinning them around a finger while the Siren waited for her turn.
“You know, Nata,” Pinkie whispered. “Sooooo many people thought we were an item when we started up the business. I’m pretty sure that when Sunset told Twilight about me and Ari, our Mrs Smarty Smartpants had a brain freeze.” She dipped her head and kissed the hollow of the girl’s collarbone. “Now, I love your sister,” She winked at the other Siren who was already untying her robe’s sash. “But we have talked about maybe adding someone to our routine just to try it. She had some rather interesting ideas about that, now that I think of it.”
She reached a hand up along Sonata’s ribs, making the girl shiver as Pinkie took hold of the zipper of her top and slid it down. “Lie back, Nata,” Pinkie whispered as she pulled the top off, letting it drop off the side of the bed. “Just relax.” She held a hand out as the other girl laid back and Aria handed her the cuffs.
Sonata smiled and obligingly held her wrists together, a sultry smile spreading across her face. Pinkie slipped the longer chain around a slat in the headboard before capturing the Siren’s hands. Her head slid down, her breath teasing the exposed flesh of the girl beneath her, tantalizing but not making contact. She slid off to the side, standing and pulling her own top off, leaving her clad in only her panties and she slid over to Aria, sliding a hand up into the hair of her wife and kissed her fiercely.
Sonata blinked and struggled weakly and gave a little whimper, trying to twist her legs. Pinkie glanced over her shoulder and gave a wicked grin, sliding up close to Aria.
“Oh, just wait, Nata,” she cooed. “I’ve got to thank my wife for this gift.” She kissed Aria again before turning and slinking up the bed towards the bound girl’s navel, kissing it and trailing her tongue upwards to lavash care on her breasts. The Siren arched her back, sighing in relief as the teasing stopped and actual care began. Her song began to glimmer to match the glow of her sister and sister-in-law’s glowing gems.
Hands ghosted down her sides, and suddenly the tension of the jeans on her hips loosened, the clothing sliding down. She tilted her head to see Aria tugging at her pants, letting them pool around her ankles.
“You know,” Aria purred as she undid the cuffs holding her ankles. “You can’t just be borrowing my clothes without my permission. I’ll be taking these back now.”
Sonata was about to object until Pinkie gently bit on a nipple, making her gasp in surprise. She moaned as the bite turned into a gentle kiss. She almost missed the hand sliding along her legs and hips.
Almost.
Aria was running her hands along her exposed flesh as Pinkie continued lightly suckling on her breasts. Sonata could feel the slow rush of endorphins building up. Rational thought was slowly leaking away, and she tried to twist her legs around to direct those hands where she wanted them, but the spreader bar hindered her motions in conjunction with the body of the woman on top of her. She tugged at the cuffs, but Pinkie reached up and captured her wrists in a frim grip.
“Hmm,” she purred. “Someone is a little fidgety, Ari. Should we give her a slightly more comfortable position?”
Aria just smiled and trailed her nails along her sisters thighs before taking a firm grip on her ankles. Pinkie unhooked one of the cuffs and then flipped the girl onto her belly, pulling her wrists down and attaching them to the spreader bar as well.
“Hey,” Sonata whined, but yelped when Aria gave her a firm slap on one of her hips.
“Really, Sonata?” Aria said, gently rubbing the red mark. “We have to talk about your taco fixation. Smiley faced taco underwear?”
Pinkie rubbed her hands along Sonata’s back, giving a kiss from time to time. “I think they’re cute,” she cooed. “But they are something of an obstacle right now.” She hooked her fingers in the waistband and tugged them down, leaving Sonata bare to the cool air of the apartment, gooseflesh rising despite the heat she felt inside.
Pinkie trailed kisses down Sonata’s back while Aria rummaged in the chest and drew out a small handle that trailed two ribbons of soft satin. With Pinkie repositioning and continuing to kiss Sonata’s spine, Aria begin to trail the ribbons along her sister’s sides and legs, making her twitch and giggle.
Aria leaned forward as she pulled the ribbons away and kissed the small of the younger Siren’s back. “Enjoying yourself?” she cooed.
Sonata just nodded her head, vision slightly hazed over. Pinkie giggled as she spread her fingers across the girls hips and squeezing.
“I think she’s just a little floaty right now,” the baker purred, resting her head on the raised hips. “Should we just tip her over the edge now?” She reached down and trailed a finger up the bound girls’ thigh and barely grazed the hot junction, making Sonata whimper and wiggle her hips.
Aria leaned back, smiling wickedly. “Go ahead, sweetie,” she gestured at her sister. “I’ll join in when it feels right.”
Pinkie grinned and slid around, kissing her way up Sonata’s thighs, giving her bum a few firm squeezes. Sonata twitched then sighed when the baker kissed the top of one of her thighs, her breath warm against her flesh. Then, Pinkie reached up and gently rubbed her folds, the other hand still kneading a plump cheek.
“She wasn’t kidding when she said she was pent up,” Pinkie said, feeling Sonata’s juices quickly coat her finger. “I almost feel bad for teasing her like we have.” She licked her finger and tilted her head a little. “Mmm, spicy. Kinda like you, Ari.”
Aria shook her head and rolled her eyes. “You going to keep teasing her?”
Pinkie replied by leaning down and ran her tongue along Sonata, making the girl moan and shudder. Pinkie kept running her hands along Sonata as she worked her magic. Then she felt a set of hands on her hips as well, knowing that Aria was joining in as well. Pinkie pushed on Sonata’s hips, making the girl wriggle forward awkwardly until she felt the bed shift with the added weight of Aria.
Pinkie’s mind began to drift as well, the feel of Aria’s warm hands roaming along her body as she felt Sonata’s quivers in front of her. In a moment of spontaneity, she reached down and undid the cuffs holding Sonata in her position, letting her sit up a bit and she shifted her position, laying on her back and grabbing Sonata’s hips as she resumed her ministrations, feeling her wife straddle her hips and start alternating kisses and caresses.
Sonata had lost track of time, her mind swimming in the sensations flowing through her body. She reached up and gently brushed her hair from her face, posting herself on her elbows as Pinkie proceeded to eat her out. She dimly saw the blue glow from her gem on the bedclothes in front of her, the fact burrowing into her mind for later as a torrent started building up inside.
Aria heard the little sounds of Sonata building up, grinning as she slowly moved down her wife’s body and dipped her tongue into Pinkie’s navel. Pinkie was being uncharacteristically calm, the only motions being small rolls of her hips, grinding slightly against her thigh. She could feel her own passion boiling inside, but she knew how to edge herself after years of being with Pinkie and her own self-imposed isolation following the loss of her original song. The faint remnant of a scar on her arm passed into her view as she reached up and felt her wife’s breasts.
A giggling sigh started easing out from Sonata’s mouth as she went rigid on top of Pinkie, eyes rolling back in her head. Pinkie felt the twitching of the muscles on either side of her head and changed her method, spreading Sonata’s lips and pulling her bud into her mouth, giving it a few flicks with her tongue.
The Siren burst, her body shuddering as she crested a wave of intense pleasure and a strangled cry flew from her mouth. She fell forward and just twitched as the high washed through her. Pinkie eased back as the motions from Sonata slowly eased off and switched to just running her hands over the Siren’s body.
Aria climbed up slowly, resting her head against her wife’s and smiling.
“Having fun?” she asked.
Pinkie kissed her deeply, hands going down and sliding her hands into the shorts Aria wore. As she did, a sly grin on her face.
“I’m not done just yet, Ari,” she whispered, pulling her in for a kiss. Aria could taste the remnants of her sister’s issue on her lips and tongue.
“Is that so?” Aria whispered, hand roaming her body.
Sunlight was filtering in through the window and fell onto Sonata’s face. She scrunched her her face and groaned as she felt her head pounding. Groaning, she reached up and rubbed her temple, then realized that an arm was draped over her body. As she opened her eyes, she didn’t immediately recognize the room. Then memory flooded back and she looked at the pink arm draped over her.
“Hey, sleepyhead,” Pinkie said, giving Sonata a hug.
“Morning,” the Siren returned, feeling her cheeks heat up a little as she rolled onto her back.
“Try afternoon,” Aria said, sitting up and grinning at her sister. “I think we finally collapsed around six or seven. You’ve been out since five.”
“I’m going to go make breakfast,” Pinkie said, sliding down the bed and hopping out of the room, pulling her wife’s robe over her naked form as she did.
Sonata pulled the blanket up to her chin awkwardly as Aria continued to look at her. Sighing, Aria scooted up against the headboard, the blanket still draped over her hips but her chest exposed. They had seen each other naked many times, but for some reason Sonata felt a little self-concious about the nudity.
“Are you really that upset about me and Adagio?” Aria asked, looking down at Sonata. “I’ve known you to do a lot of silly things since we’ve been exiled, but I’ve never known you to try emulating anyone or get so drunk you can barely stand up under your own power. That last used to be my default, actually.”
Sonata looked down and poked the tips of her fingers together.
“Nata,” she continued. “Talk to me.”
“I don’t…” she started. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy that you guys have found who you have and that you’re happy. It’s just that sometimes, I look around the apartment and it hits me just how empty it is. When I’m not with you or the others, it’s just me and a bottle of wine and whatever happens to be on tv. When I helped Adagio move her stuff out to the B&B, and I saw those old pants of yours, it reminded me of the old days when it was just us.”
“The old days were not exactly the best times for us, Nata,” Aria pointed out.
“No, but I never felt alone,” Sonata sat up and drew her knees up to her chin, wrapping her arms around them. “Now, I’m really unsure. Everyone seems to be moving on, and I’m still where I was five years ago. It just scared me and I wanted to feel like I thought you guys felt.”
She dropped her head to her knees. “But no one really noticed me.”
Aria sighed and gave her sister a slight push. “You’re kinda stupid, you know that?”
Sonata lifted her head and gave Aria a flat look. “You haven’t called me that in a while,” she deadpanned.
“You haven’t acted like it in a while,” Aria returned. “Look, I wasn’t looking for this.” She gestured at the room around them. “This all came and knocked me over when I least expected it. I’m sure Adagio felt the same way about her and Sandalwood. You can’t rush these things.”
Sonata nodded, gaze on the far wall. “I know,” she said. “I’m not sure what came over me.”
“You know you’re always welcome here,” Aria said. “The next time you feel like this and we don’t have anything going on, don’t worry about just dropping by. If you ever need to talk, we’re here.”
Sonata just nodded, reaching up and feeling her gemstone. She remembered that it had started to glow last night and leaned back. “Have you noticed anything strange about your Song when you’re with Pinkie?”
“You mean that it glows when we’re being intimate?” Aria asked. “Yeah. I haven’t felt anything different about myself when it glows like that, but it always happens when either of us initiate our little escapades.”
“Speaking of which,” Sonata murmured. “I had no idea you two were that intense.”
“It’s not exactly something that we talk about in polite conversation, Sonata,” Aria glared. “I’m not exactly a prude, as you know, but there are some things that I hold in confidence.” Her look spoke untold volumes.
Sonata ducked her head a little, then felt an arm around her bare shoulders.
Aria gave her a hug. “Come on,” she said with the smile that had slowly replaced her scowl over the years. “Let’s get dressed. I can smell bacon and potatoes cooking. You haven’t had one of her morning after breakfasts, and you are in for a treat!”
