Mirror, Mirror, On The Wall
Sunset Shimmer sat on her bed, idly reading a book. It was a fantasy novel by a famous author who was well respected after a long, successful career of writing.
So it was all the more surprising when the book took a sudden turn for the erotic.
Typical male authors. If it’s not being fetishized, it will be.
Still, Sunset Shimmer was finding herself getting into it, so she kept reading.
The author was quite adept at his craft, writing it to be a right balance of forcefulness that appealed to guys who liked it rough, and gentleness for a woman who preferred a more delicate touch. It helped that he alternated between their perspectives, so the reader could empathize with it more, regardless of whether they identified more with the woman or the man. Though this did have the odd effect of making it seem like they were fucking with two totally different people. Perhaps that was the setup for a twist later in the book, and it turned out they were cheating on each other all along, but Sunset didn’t care about that.
She just cared that the prose was good, and it was getting her horny.
Sunset pulled down at her skirt, tentatively stroking her snatch. She rubbed her fingers over her labia, letting out a soft moan. But the second time through wasn’t nearly as satisfying.
“Mm,” Sunset groaned. Come to think of it, it seemed a bit improper to masturbate to a book, especially one not advertised as being erotica.
She wanted something. She wanted some help. A partner. Someone to masturbate with, or at least someone to talk to so she wasn’t just mindlessly stroking herself in silence.
But who? Where could she find someone at this hour? Let alone one who would do the things Sunset wanted to do with them?
And even if she could find someone, wouldn’t make it more sense to just have sex with them?
No, no, Sunset decided. She didn’t want to make a whole big deal about it. Intercourse with others was outside the scope of what she wanted. She didn’t want a partner, she just wanted some quick and easy relief, and not to feel alone while seeking it. Scanning around the room for ideas, Sunset gazed out the window at the moon. Then her eyes fell on a shining black lockbox in the corner.
You know, I shouldn’t have chosen black for that, Sunset thought. With the terrible things sealed away inside it, in hindsight, it might've been a good idea to use a less conspicuous color.
Remnants of various magical devices and artifacts she salvaged the parts off lay within, scavenged before anyone else with more nefarious ends in mind could collect and repair them for their twisted goals.
A recent addition to the box was a magic mirror she confiscated from Juniper Montage after she used it to coerce Sunset and Twilight into having sex at a theater. Not that Sunset was complaining, but it didn’t change the fact Juniper was abusing a magical artifact… again. Usually, the people Sunset dealt with learned their lesson the first time, but at least this time she didn’t turn into a magical monster.
It was then a perverted thought crossed Sunset’s mind.
I shouldn’t, Sunset thought. I should keep it locked away. It should stay in there. I shouldn’t.
She shouldn’t, but she was sorely tempted to.
“Well,” Sunset said, stretching her arms and giving a fake innocent smile for the benefit of no one but her own imaginary doubts and fears. “Maybe playing with it just a little won’t hurt. Besides, maybe a new bad guy will show up, and then this mirror will be the only thing that can stop them! Right?”
She chuckled to herself, trying not to think about how that was, in fact, an incredibly likely possibility, if the precedent set by the Dazzlings, Midnight Sparkle, Gloriosa Daisy, Juniper Montage and even herself was any indication.
Closing her book with a bookmark to save her spot, Sunset got up from the bed and walked over to the lockbox. Fetching the key, she unlocked the box and pulled out the mirror. She gazed at her reflection in the glass.
“Okay, mirror,” Sunset said, “how do you work?”
She checked underneath it, hoping there would be instructions in tiny fine print on the backside.
Alas, no such luck.
“Dang it, I should have asked Juniper Montage how this dang thing works…” Sunset kept poking at it, trying to figure out the mirror.
She tapped her finger on the glass and was startled when her finger… went through. Almost like it was the portal to Equestria.
“That can’t be good,” Sunset said. “Okay, mirror. Where are you taking me?”
The mirror showed a reflection of a host of other circular objects.
Taking a few moments to piece together the images, Sunset inferred the mirror was telling her that it gave her access to the things on the other side.
What to do first?
“Okay, mirror,” Sunset said, wiggling her fingers. “Let me see… Twilight Sparkle.”
The mirror’s reflection changed, showing the inside of a bathroom.
Sunset stuck her hand inside, and she could feel her hand go through. She waved her arm hand, wiggling her fingers to test her movement and the limits of what she could do with this.
Better pull back before Twilight sees this, Sunset thought.
She waited patiently for Twilight to come into the restroom, thoughts of masturbating to the book long forgotten. Now all she cared about was experimenting with her friend-with-benefits.
She didn’t have to wait long. Twilight entered the restroom and sat inside the tub.
Sunset hummed, wondering if the mirror had a longer reach than just the mirrors - if any reflective surface, like the surface of the water, would do.
Sunset blushed as she got a full view of Twilight’s thighs and every inch of what rested between them.
“Oh my,” Sunset fanned herself. She could feel her arousal spiking again.
“Let’s see,” Sunset laid back on her bed. “Now that I can see you, Twilight, what to do with you?” Twilight’s crotch was right there, just within reach.
“Oh damn it,” Sunset said coyly as temptation ran wild within her mind. “I’m gonna be a bad girl today, aren’t I?”
Yes. Yes she was.
Unable to resist the temptation, Sunset cautiously stuck her finger through the mirror, placing it gently over Twilight’s vagina.
Sunset brushed her fingers across Twilight’s labia, causing Twilight to jolt in surprise.
“Huh?” Twilight asked, bolting upright and causing the water in her bath to slosh around. “Where in the world did that come from?”
Sunset chuckled. She swiped at Twilight’s slit again.
Twilight squealed. “Er, I’m not sure I like where this is going!”
“Oh, but I do,” Sunset said, though she wasn’t sure if Twilight could hear her.
Not wanting to go too far just yet, Sunset gave Twilight a moment to relax before resuming her exploitation of the mirror’s abilities.
While Twilight sat there in the shower, wondering what was going on, Sunset pondered.
Sunset considered that the mirror might be having an effect on her, making her act more perverted than she usually would.
Sunset wouldn’t be against the idea of using a magical artifact to do dirty, naughty things with Twilight, but she thought under normal circumstances, she would at least give Twilight a heads-up before she did anything of the sort.
Today, however, no warning of the sort was coming from her.
After giving Twilight a moment to relax, Sunset stuck her thumb inside the glass and brushed it against Twilight’s labia again, this time hooking upwards to make contact with her clitoris.
“Ooh!” Twilight squealed. She looked down at her crotch, unsure what was happening.
“What is causing this?” Twilight asked, bending forward and attempting to look at her crotch.
“Oh, Twilight,” Sunset mused, “you’re so cute when you’re curious and have no idea what’s going on… that came out wrong. But still, you’re just so cute, period, I could just eat you up… and out.”
Sunset reached two fingers through, stroking at Twilight’s labia with a come-hither motion. Twilight’s face scrunched the way one does after eating something sour.
Twilight shuddered and shivered. “I hope whatever this is will go away soon!”
“Well, if you really want me to leave so soon...” Sunset muttered. She worked her fingers over Twilight’s vagina, throwing in a little more force, poking at the delicate flesh and prying apart her folds with her fingertips, running her fingers up and down in broad strokes.
Sunset drooled a little.
“Oh my,” Twilight mumbled, blushing. She crossed her legs, her knees criss-crossing over each other in a vain attempt to block the unseen intruder. Seeing there was apparently no end to her plight, Twilight’s resolve shattered, unable to resist any longer. She joined Sunset in stroking herself, plunging two fingers of her own into her quim.
“Ooh. I didn’t think this was going to be a collaborative exercise, Professor Twilight!” Sunset giggled to herself. “Tell me, what do you think my grade is going to look like at the end of the term?”
Sunset and Twilight massaged and rubbed at Twilight’s labia over and over again for the next few minutes, Sunset incrementally putting her fingers deeper and deeper, until she could feel the skin of Twilight’s snatch beginning to clench around her fingers.
“Okay,” Sunset thought aloud, “let’s finish this.”
Sunset pumped harder and faster, trying not to go too hard on her sort-of, maybe, kinda girlfriend.
Twilight felt like a thin, phallic snake was squirming around inside her. The pressure within her mounting and coming to a head, her genitals moist with more than just bath water.
“Oh, yes, please,” Twilight begged. “Please, make me cum, let me cum.”
“As you wish,” Sunset said.
Twilight groaned, unable to hold it back anymore. Her body jerked in the shower as cum seeped out of her snatch, coating both hers and Sunset’s hands and dripping onto the floor of the shower.
“Yes, yes!” Twilight groaned, bringing an arm over her chest. To what end, Sunset wasn’t sure, but she had done plenty of weird things because of her own orgasms before.
When Twilight was done, she was standing with a puddle of her cum around her feet, a slick sheen around her thighs. Both were slowly being washed away by the running shower water, but it didn’t help with the scent of sweat and sex permeating her shower room.
“Oh my,” Twilight blushed, reaching up to the shower head and aimed it at the floor. “I better clean this up before Shining Armor comes in here.”
Across town, Sunset drew her cum-soaked fingers out of the mirror, watching Twilight wash up after herself with deep satisfaction. Some of the cum spilled onto the mirror when Sunset pulled her goo-covered hand out.
“Yes, Twilight. Clean it up.” Sunset stuck her fingers in her mouth, sucking Twilight’s cum off from them. After licking her fingers clean, she wiped the cum off the mirror with her thumb and proceeded to suck that up as well. A chill went through Sunset as she drank and swallowed Twilight’s juices. It was so exhilarating to feed on the juices of the woman she was in love with.
“Hmm. What other fun could I have?” Sunset wondered. “Oh, I know… I know exactly what I want to do next. Mirror, show me Fluttershy.”
Fluttershy was attending Applejack’s barn, lending Applejack a hand to help with her farm animals. She was currently in the process of giving feed to the chickens.
“Thanks again for helping out today, Fluttershy,” Applejack said, stopping by the coop while she wiped the sweat out from under her hat. “Been a heckuva of a week since Big Mac threw out his back… again,” she added with a tinge of bitterness.
“It’s no problem,” Fluttershy said. “You know how much I love animals.”
“Yeah, I do.” Applejack left to tend to other farm business.
“Here you go, little rooster.” Fluttershy scooped another handful of feed out from the bag, offering it to the chicken, who turned his head, offended.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Here you go, big rooster. There. How’s that?” Fluttershy corrected herself, giggling.
The rooster turned to her, satisfied, then gently pecked the feed out of her palm.
Fluttershy crouched down happily on the floor of the coop, when an unseen appendage brushed at the set of lips beneath her dress.
“Oh my,” Fluttershy muttered, bringing a hand over her mouth. “I love animals, but not that much! …Do I?”
Fluttershy gave a long, intense look into the chicken’s eyes. His tiny, yellowish, wrinkly eyes.
“Yeah, no, that’s not doing it for me,” Fluttershy said. “But then when what’s… Ooh!”
Fluttershy jumped as the sensation came over her again.
“Oh my,” Fluttershy said. She laid the chicken feed down on the floor of the coop, and the roosters and hens flocked to it, shoving each other out of the way to peck at the oats.
Fluttershy stood up. “I’ve never experienced anything like this before… I hope this doesn’t mean I’m getting sick!”
Fluttershy pulled her skirt up, looking at her vagina. She poked at it, feeling the flesh.
“No obvious sign of infection… no bruising, inflammation, swelling, tenderness, or signs of an interdimensional portal to a land of sock puppets.” Fluttershy shuddered. “I still have nightmares about that one.”
“Fluttershy, you still doing okay?” Applejack asked, returning to the coop.
“Oh. Um.” Fluttershy blushed.
Applejack and Fluttershy stared at each other in awkward silence, Applejack in disbelief of finding Fluttershy messing with her privates and Fluttershy unsure how to explain the reason behind it to Applejack without sounding like a crazy loon.
“Applejack, I, um… can explain.”
Applejack held her hand up. “You know what, sugarcube? I ain’t even gonna ask. Just… don’t do anything weird with the chickens, ya hear?”
“I wasn’t going to do anything weird with the chickens!” Fluttershy protested as Applejack walked back out for other work.
“Oh dear,” Fluttershy mumbled. She let go of her skirt, nervously played with her hair, and left the coop.
“At least it seems to be gone now,” Fluttershy whispered, only to be proven wrong a moment later. The feeling returned, more intense and purposeful than before, as two fingers were tracing over her nether lips.
“Oh my,” Fluttershy expressed again. “I do hope this goes away soon. I don’t know how I’m going to explain this to Applejack if this keeps up!”
Watching Fluttershy worry and fret, Sunset knew she was being incredibly cruel to Fluttershy, but Sunset couldn’t keep herself from laughing up a storm.
Sunset wondered how long Fluttershy would be able to hold out if she was constantly getting attention from Sunset’s fingers. And Sunset was always one to satisfy her curiosity.
Sunset rolled over onto her back, holding the mirror up.
Alright, Fluttershy, Sunset thought as Fluttershy regained her posture. Let’s play a game.
“Hey, Fluttershy!” Applejack shouted. “Come in here and help with the cows.”
“Coming!” Fluttershy adjusted her skirt, hoping if she pulled it tight, it would help.
She joined Applejack in the cowshed, buckets set out for milking.
“Do you... do you need me to milk them?” Fluttershy asked.
“Nah,” Applejack said as she got underneath the cow. “Just keep Bessie distracted while I mess with her udders.”
“Okay,” Fluttershy said. She gave Bessie a pat on the head. “Hello, Bessie. How are you?”
Seeming to understand her, Bessie gave a grunt.
Fluttershy giggled. “I understand. I’m sorry Applejack has to do this, but it’s for the good of the farm. If she didn’t, she couldn’t buy you all this wonderful grass for you to graze on!”
Bessie grunted as if reluctantly agreeing to this.
Fluttershy giggled again, before jerking as the sensation of a finger invading her snatch returned again.
Bessie tilted her head.
“It’s okay,” Fluttershy said, patting Bessie on the side of her head.
“Hmm.” Sunset said, feeling inspired by watching Applejack milk the cow. “Mirror, show me Fluttershy’s boobs.”
Fluttershy shivered and yelped as something brushed across her nipples. She clutched at her shirt.
“Fluttershy?” Applejack asked. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I’m alright,” Fluttershy said nervously, a blush coloring her face.
Sunset chortled to herself, delighting in Fluttershy’s reactions. Fluttershy’s blush was practically bathing the mirror in light. Growing bored with Fluttershy’s boobs, she returned her attention to Fluttershy’s vagina and resumed stroking Fluttershy’s folds, sticking her fingers inside of Fluttershy’s snatch and pushing further.
“Ooh,” Fluttershy lurched, barely containing a moan.
“Are you sure that you’re sure you’re okay?” Applejack asked. “Absolutely sure?”
“I’m sure,” Fluttershy said. Bessie gave Fluttershy a lick on the cheek, trying to assure her it would be alright.
Bessie grunted again, telling Fluttershy to go ahead and leave if she needed to.
“Well… okay, if you think so,” Fluttershy said. “I don’t know if maybe Applejack still needs help milking you, though.”
“Tell you what...” Applejack said, “...why don’t you go and use the restroom while Bessie’s still calm?”
“Yes,” Fluttershy said, thankful for the excuse to leave that left her not feeling like she was abandoning her friend, “I think I’ll do that.”
Fluttershy left the barn. She ran as fast as she could to the bathroom, shoving an out of place dinner chair out of the way. It was probably left there for one of Applejack’s friends, but then no one remembered to put it back. Once there, she pulled her skirt and undies down and kicked her shoes off, not even bothering to remove her shirt because she just wanted this to be over with.
She hopped into the tub and turned the shower, hoping some cold water would help. It helped make the pressure a little more bearable, but not enough to stop it completely.
“Haah,” Fluttershy exhaled sharply in relief as she stopped fighting and let the orgasm happen, her cum gushing from her honey pot and spilling into the bathtub.
Fluttershy wrinkled her nose at the puddle of fluid. She grabbed hold of the shower and adjusted it, spraying the tub and rinsing her cum down the drain, hopefully not leaving any trace of her little… accident.
“Hey,” Applejack said knocked on the door. “You alright in there, sugar?”
“I’m not sure,” Fluttershy answer. “Um, don’t come in just yet.” She stood up and pulled her skirt up. “Alright.”
Applejack opened the door. “I just thought I’d let you know I got enough milk for Bessie. Y’all can go on home now,” Applejack said.
Way out from inside the barn, Bessie gave a skeptical, dismissive moo, as if going HA! As if. She was a smart cow that knew exactly what was going on, despite her physical distance from the scene.
“I… I think I’ll do that, thank you,” Fluttershy said. “See you at school tomorrow.”
“Likewise,” Applejack replied. “And I know you said you were feeling okay, but I hope you get better soon.”
Fluttershy held onto her stomach, out of breath. She looked at Applejack pitifully.
“...Thank you.”
Fluttershy quickly vacated the premises thereafter.
After waving toward her hurriedly leaving friend, Applejack brought her hat down over her head, taking a deep breath and steeling herself to face Bessie alone.
“Ooh, this is fun,” Sunset thought to herself as she watched Fluttershy leave. “What else could I do with this? Messing with Fluttershy is so fun.” It was fascinating to see how far she’d go in order to keep Applejack from worrying.
Sunset glanced at the clock. “Hmm, it’s already noon, though,” Sunset thought out loud. “Maybe I should wait until tomorrow.” Her stomach growled. “Besides, I am starting to get a little hungry. Arousal will do that to you, I guess.”
Sunset sat upright on her bed, setting off to make herself a sandwich.
“Wait,” she realized, “Tomorrow’s a class day. I can’t do anything during. Unless...”
Having a spark of inspiration, Sunset smiled mischievously, tapping her fingers. “Maybe I can do something with that…”
In class the next day, Sunset waited for the perfect opportunity to strike while Fluttershy’s guard was down. She may not be quite the bully she once was, but still she knew how to play the waiting game to find the perfect opening.
And oh, what providence! She must have been blessed, as Cranky Doodle, their literary teacher, assigned the first half of the class strictly to reading time.
“Alright, class,” Cranky said, “if you will turn your textbooks to chapter 2701, on the care of the pig…”
The class did so in unison, some of them holding their books up to their faces, others dropping them on the table with a thud. None, however, noticed the positively devilish grin on Sunset’s face as she contemplated all manner of impish tricks.
She held her book up to cover her face, then held the mirror inside. Besides, Sunset was a good student who read ahead. She was already on Chapter 218991.
“Okay, Fluttershy,” Sunset whispered to herself, “let’s see how far you’re REALLY willing to go.”
Whispering her instructions to the mirror, Sunset’s first request was to see Fluttershy’s snatch. She drooled slightly at the sight of Fluttershy’s genitals on the mirror.
Sunset stuck a finger into the mirror, brushing and tickling at Fluttershy’s genitals gently.
Fluttershy jumped in her seat as if given a fright. “Oh no, not again!” was the thought likely running through her mind, judging by her surprised expression.
Sunset continued to stroke up and down with her finger, keeping a close eye on Fluttershy to watch her reactions.
In typical Fluttershy fashion, she buried her face in her book to cover up the blush on her face and avoided eye contact with anyone while she was dealing with this embarrassing situation.
“Let’s go a bit deeper,” Sunset said, and she stuck her whole finger deeper inside Fluttershy’s honey pot.
Fluttershy jerked, her shoulders twitched, and her butt dug into the padding of her chair as she squirmed.
“Oh, that gives me an idea,” Sunset said. “Mirror, I want to see Fluttershy’s ass.”
The mirror changed accordingly, giving Sunset a clear view of Fluttershy’s rump cheeks from inside her skirt. Sunset drove her hand through the mirror and gave poor, unaware, unsuspecting Fluttershy a firm smack on the ass.
Fluttershy squealed and bounced in her seat, dropping her book.
“Are you alright, Miss Fluttershy?” Cranky Doodle asked politely.
“I’m fine, Mr. Doodle,” Fluttershy said. “I’m just, um, having a very strong reaction to an emotional passage in the book.”
Cranky was pleased by this. “Ah, very good. It’s nice to see some students still taking an interest in great literature. Not naming any names.” He coughed, likely naming someone under his breath.
Oh, you’re determined, Sunset thought. Perversely, she took this as a challenge.
Alright, Sunset thought, let’s how far I can take this. What can I do that I haven’t done yet? ...Oh, I know!
“Mirror,” Sunset whispered, “I want to see Fluttershy’s tits.”
Sunset’s pussy grew moist from seeing Fluttershy’s pale tits from under her floral bra, with her cute, tiny nipples and the soft, round shape of her bosom.
Of course she wears a bra with a flowers on it, Sunset thought dryly, before returning to the task at hand. Without further ado, Sunset pressed a finger to the mirror and rubbed at Fluttershy’s nipple.
Fluttershy grimaced, her lips skewing up in an unflattering way that resembled a muppet.
Sunset let a dark chuckle slip from her mouth. She cleared her throat to cover up her mistake, then ran her fingers—all four of them and the thumb—over Fluttershy’s nipple in rapid succession like the rotating blades of a windmill.
“Eep!” Fluttershy squeaked.
“Hmm,” Sunset mused. “Let’s see if you can keep quiet after this one!”
Sunset brought the mirror to her lips and clamped down onto Fluttershy’s nipple, giving her a light suckle.
As she suckled on Fluttershy’s jugs, Sunset’s mind wandered into thoughts of what else the mirror might be able to do. What were its limits? Could it do multiple people at once? If it could, that was definitely something she wanted to investigate at some point in the future.
For now, though, Sunset continued to suck and nurse on Fluttershy’s boobage, covering them with wet, sloppy kisses and licking Fluttershy’s nipples with her tongue as she gave them warm affection.
“Guh.” Fluttershy shivered and held still in her seat. Still, even while Sunset’s saliva dripped down her breast, she refused to make a sound louder than a squeak.
Sunset was impressed. She wondered how long Fluttershy could hold out. One thing was for sure, Sunset was determined she was going to find out how long by the end of class. She gave Fluttershy’s tits another firm squeeze, massaging the soft flesh with her fingers.
“Urk.” Fluttershy scooted her foot across the floor, causing her chair to give a squeak which drew the attention of class.
“Mr. Doodle!” Fluttershy raised her hand. Maybe talking to the teacher would distract her. “I have a question. Why does Wiffle include the parts about hoof care for pigs in 217890 instead of chapter 20506 along with the rest of the care instructions?”
“Ah, that’s a good question,” Cranky answered, cupping his wrinkly chin. “Who can truly say what goes in the mind of a literary genius? But I would posit that perhaps it has something to do with the unique way pigs’ hooves are structured, which are, after all, unlike a pony’s or a camel’s…”
Cranky continued, droning on into some kind of tangent. Fluttershy thought she heard rutabagas come up at least once. She tried to focus on Cranky’s words instead of the sensations running through her body, but Sunset’s determined teasing was making it difficult for Fluttershy to do so.
Sunset, with her game face on, bid the mirror return to Fluttershy’s rump, and Sunset squeezed and pinched Fluttershy’s ass-cheeks together, eliciting another “Eep!” from Fluttershy.
“Sugarcube, are you sure you’re okay?” Applejack leaned over and whispered, doubly concerned for her friend after her odd behavior at the farm yesterday.
“I’m fine,” Fluttershy answered as sweat dripped down her forehead. Her arm shot against her chest, bracing herself as Sunset’s hands went over her tits again, rubbing them in a circular motion akin to polishing glass. Unfortunately, doing this caused Sunset’s hands to dig further into Fluttershy’s chest, and Fluttershy tucked in her bottom lip as Sunset took advantage of this to press her palms against Fluttershy’s areolas.
“Fluttershy …” Applejack said with worry.
“Fine,” Fluttershy insisted. “I’m fine!” Getting aggressive now (something she hated doing) Fluttershy raised her hand and gave her boobs a hard smack the way she would to swat a fly (if she ever swatted a fly). The smack echoed, and the flesh on her boobs rippled and jiggled. Unfortunately for Fluttershy, Sunset saw it coming and retracted her hands before the hit could connect.
“Ow,” Fluttershy groaned. Her soft, tender breast was going to smart for a little while.
The loud smack from the slap caught Cranky Doodle’s attention. “Miss Fluttershy, are you alright?”
“I’m fine, professor,” Fluttershy answered. Her eyes glanced to her shoulder as her bra strap was pulled out from under her shirt and into plain view. She quickly tucked it back in, blushing and smiling at Cranky.
Cranky looked unconvinced, but seemed to take her at her word. He went back to reading his book, tangent lost.
Sunset undid Fluttershy’s bra, and it slid down inside Fluttershy’s shirt, letting her boobs drop down to their natural position.
Applejack noticed this and cocked an eyebrow as if to say, “Are you still sure you’re okay?”
Fluttershy gave Applejack a thumbs-up and a smile. Her mouth twitched into a frown for a half-second as she felt something wet behind her ear.
Sunset had brought the mirror to her mouth and was now nibbling on Fluttershy’s ear. She moved the mirror and brought her mouth to the back of Fluttershy’s neck, giving Fluttershy’s neck a lick which made Fluttershy shiver audibly.
Cranky looked at her again, and the rest of class was beginning to notice.
Fluttershy put her hands together and put on a sweet smile, assuring Cranky that no, nothing was wrong.
Damn, girl, Sunset thought. How long are you gonna keep this up?
Sunset adjusted the mirror to focus on Fluttershy’s snatch again. Sunset wiggled her fingers in anticipation and cautiously slid one finger in, then another, then another, until she had felt Fluttershy out and concluded three was as many fingers as Fluttershy’s honey pot could hold.
Sunset stroked Fluttershy’s nethers up and down, rubbing at her more vigorously than before.
Fluttershy squealed, biting on her tongue. She lifted one leg up and crossed her legs, pulling her thighs taut and squeezing Sunset’s fingers uncomfortably.
“Miss Fluttershy, are you sure you’re alright?” Cranky asked.
“Peachy!” Fluttershy answered between the redness and sweat on her face.
“Mmm.” Sunset put the back of the mirror up against her forehead, wondering what to do. Oh, I know what will really get to you. There’s no way you’re going to be able to put up with this.
Sunset brought the mirror over to her mouth and stuck her tongue inside, penetrating Fluttershy’s walls with the fleshy muscle.
“Meep!” Fluttershy winced, her thighs getting tense, but not tense enough to eject Sunset’s tongue out. The tongue was squishier and more flexible than a bony finger, so it could better tolerate the pressure.
Sunset licked Fluttershy’s nub, flailing her tongue around before proceeding to kiss and suck it. Fluttershy began quaking in her seat.
“Miss Fluttershy, if you need to go the nurse…” Cranky said.
“I’m fine!” Fluttershy insisted through gritted teeth. “I don’t want to be a bother to anybody.”
Flash Sentry was about to pipe up and say she was bothering them, but Applejack silently glared and motioned for him to back down.
Cranky Doodle looked at his watch, then at the classroom clock.
“Well, it’s almost time,” Cranky said, tapping a finger on his watch. “Tell you what, how about as a little gift, I let you all go home early?”
A perfect solution. Fluttershy was refusing to go on the basis of not wanting to be a distraction, but if they were all being let out of class anyway, she had no reason to linger.
The majority of students cheered before Fluttershy could finish deciding whether she wanted to object. They swiped their books off their desks and began huddling in a line out the door. Sunset, Applejack, and Fluttershy lingered behind.
After the rest of class was gone, Fluttershy got up. She walked halfway towards the door, then stopped and looked at Cranky.
“Thank you,” she said, before running off to the restroom.
Applejack followed after her.
Sunset sat where she was, her tongue still firmly lodged in Fluttershy’s vagina.
Cranky cleared his throat. “Miss Shimmer, you are aware class has been left out early, yes?”
“Hmm? Oh, yeah, yeah,” Sunset answered, her words muffled from having her tongue in Fluttershy’s orifice. It felt so strange, to have her tongue squashed and battered by the shifting of Fluttershy’s thighs as she walked.
Sunset pulled her tongue out and hid the mirror inside her jacket.
“I just, uh, wanted to finish this sentence. There!” She mimed placing a bookmark in her textbook, then took the book and got up.
Cranky stopped her on her way out. “Miss Shimmer, about the strange noise you made while you were talking just now…”
“Huh?” Sunset quickly realized he was talking about when she had her tongue in Fluttershy, and came up with a lie to cover herself just as quickly. She hadn’t needed to use that talent of hers in a long time, but it was no less sharp. “Oh, yeah, sorry, I was sucking on a lollipop. Gotta go!”
Before Cranky could question her further, Sunset rushed into the nearest private space she could find: the janitor’s closet.
Locking herself inside the closet door, the glow from the mirror gave Sunset’s grin an sinister gleam as she peered inside, where Fluttershy’s wet, aroused vagina awaited her.
“Now let’s have some real fun,” Sunset thought, sticking her mouth and tongue inside again.
Elsewhere, Fluttershy had sealed herself off into a bathroom stall, taking deep breaths in the hopes of calming herself and cooling her warm, aroused body off.
It might have been working—or might not have—but it no longer mattered once she felt an intrusive tongue worm its way inside her once more.
“Oh, you again!” Fluttershy bemoaned. “Haven’t you had enough!?”
Yeah, that was a pretty definitive “No” on Sunset’s part.
The tongue continued to squirm, lick, flick, and curl up inside Fluttershy’s snatch.
Fluttershy was getting incredibly worked up. She placed a hand on the interior of the stall to steady herself. With no around to bother her—or for her to bother—Fluttershy determined the only thing left to do was just frickin’ go for it. Maybe, just maybe, if she made herself cum, this... this demon, this succubus would go away.
She dropped her panties and placed a finger inside her vagina, rubbing and stroking herself, competing for space along with the tongue. Saliva splashed about and dripped onto her finger. Fluttershy rocked her body in a steady rhythm, moving on to to using two fingers in her efforts.
Sunset, curious to see if Fluttershy would keep at this if she stopped teasing her, pulled her tongue out.
“What?” Fluttershy shouted indignantly. “You’re going… to work me up like this all day and all of yesterday, and then you’re just going to quit right as I’m getting close? Why, you, you…!”
“Go on, Fluttershy,” Sunset encouraged her, not knowing or caring if Fluttershy could hear her through the mirror. “What am I?” She was ready for dirty talk.
“You … big, dumb, meanie doo-doo face!”
Sunset collapsed against the closet door. She brought a hand over her face.
“Really?” Sunset asked, unexpectedly disappointed. “That’s it? You’re not even gonna call me a bitch or something, just once? I mean, I know you’re, you know, Fluttershy and all, but come on!”
Sunset sighed. No point in getting hung up on it now, especially when Fluttershy was so close to orgasm. Getting bolder, Sunset stuck both her hands and her mouth through the mirror. She used two fingers on each hand to part Fluttershy’s folds, giving her tongue extra space to move while she sucked and cooperated with Fluttershy’s desperate stroking fingers.
“Ooh,” Fluttershy moaned, her snatch leaking out little drops of fluid. “Ooh, yes… A little more, just a little more, and I’ll do it! I’ll cum!”
Your wish is my command, Sunset thought dryly. She seesawed her tongue back and forth, making it move with more intensity.
Fluttershy stood knock-kneed, widening and relaxing her thighs to help bring her orgasm on, and making it better when it did.
Sunset sucked through the mirror eagerly, ready to finish this impromptu contest of wills once and for all.
“OH!” Fluttershy screamed, her legs giving out from under her and dropping to the bathroom tile. “I’m cumming!”
She did not have to tell Sunset twice. Fluttershy’s cum came out in a spray, squirting out from the mirror and splashing all over Sunset’s face. Sunset kept her mouth open, happily guzzling Fluttershy’s cum down, drinking it up like a well-crafted ale on tap that she couldn’t get enough of. Once her mouth was full of Fluttershy’s sticky, gooey arousal, Sunset tilted her head back and swallowed it all in one deep, throaty gulp, the puddle of cum sliding down her throat smoothly.
After she was done, Sunset stood there, the mirror having wiped its vision clean for some reason unknown to her. Seeing her reflection with a strand of Fluttershy’s cum dripping down her chin made Sunset truly realize she had perhaps taken this too far.
She had the thought before, of course, but it was more of an afterthought than giving any real consideration to the idea. It was like the difference between walking into a supervillain death trap and being told there was no air inside, and actually beginning to feel the effects of oxygen deprivation on one’s body.
“I should come clean,” Sunset said to herself.
Although, not before she scooped the last vestiges of Fluttershy’s cum and swallowed it as well.
Twilight, Fluttershy, and Juniper Montage were gathered around the sidewalk in Sunset’s neighborhood, Juniper being there more as an accessory on her way to Sunset’s to talk about possibly borrowing the mirror back for a few days, if anything. She’d been quite alarmed when Twilight and Fluttershy told her they were performing an investigation and began asking her questions.
Sunset walked down from her house, mirror in hand and confession in heart. She was surprised to see them so conveniently on the street, but it just made it easier for her. She went up to them.
“Hey, Sunset,” Twilight waved at her. “Fluttershy and I are trying to get to the bottom of a mystery. Fluttershy’s body has been acting weird lately.”
“You wouldn’t know why, would you?” Fluttershy asked.
Juniper threw her hands into the air and shouted. “I didn’t tell them anything, Sunset, I swear!”
Twilight and Fluttershy were confused.
“Sunset, what is she talking about?”
Sunset sighed. “No… it’s okay, Juniper. Okay.” She took a deep breath, massaging her temples. “Fluttershy, your investigation is over. Those weird sensations… the groping, the stroking… that was me.”
“What?” Fluttershy asked. “But how? Why?”
Sunset held the mirror up. “Recently, Juniper got her hands on this magic mirror. It’s not the same one from before. She used it for a while, made Twilight and I get down on each other, and some other things, I’m sure…”
Twilight and Juniper blushed.
“Not in front of our friends, Sunset!” Twilight said, crossing her arms to hide her embarrassment.
“After Twilight and I left the theater, I found out and I confiscated it,” Sunset said. “But then I pulled it out one morning and started tinkering with it. I ended up… playing with Twilight in the shower, and then I—I couldn’t help myself. I couldn’t stop. I’m sorry, Fluttershy, I hope you can forgive me.”
“Wait, that was you in the shower when I…?” Twilight asked, both disturbed at Sunset invading her privacy, yet oddly turned on by the idea of Sunset giving her unexpected, unplanned surprise sex.
“Yes.”
“Sunset, wasn’t it you who taught me not to mess with magic I don’t understand?” Twilight asked.
“Yes,” Sunset said, “yes, it was.” She looked at the mirror. She offered it by the handle to Twilight. “Here. Take it away from me. Maybe you can actually lock it up and keep it locked up where it belongs and resist the temptation.”
Twilight adjusted her glasses, examining the mirror. “Well, Sunset, I can’t say I’m not disappointed… Although, maybe we should study this mirror, and find out where it came from. Whoever or whatever did this might have more to send, more tricks up their—or its—sleeve, and we’d want to be ready if they do.”
Sunset gasped as her body jerked. She wrapped her arms around her stomach, letting out a moan.
“Oh, honestly, Sunset—” Twilight said, unamused, “—haven’t you been pervy enough for one day? Or several days, for that matter?”
Twilight then noticed the mirror had left her hand. In fact, it was in Fluttershy’s hand, Fluttershy aiming the mirror at Sunset and glaring at her with daggers in her eyes, with two fingers pistoning through the mirror.
“Uh, Fluttershy?” Twilight asked unsurely.
“Let’s see how you like it, Sunset,” Fluttershy spat with venom. “Let’s see how you like being made to almost cum in front of all your friends!”
Fluttershy wiggled her fingers quickly, making Sunset moan.
“Run, Sunset, run!” Fluttershy growled, moving her fingers like she was pressing the buttons on an arcade game.
Sunset did as she was told, turning and running back towards her house in hopes of getting there in time before Fluttershy paid her back in full and made her cum. Her steps were punctuated by brief stumbles as her legs tried not to give out from under her.
“Uh, Fluttershy, maybe you shouldn’t...” Twilight said. She put a hand on Fluttershy’s shoulder. “We’re friends, Fluttershy, and yeah, Sunset made a mistake. I mean, she really shouldn’t have done that, especially not when she’s supposed to be dating me. But is revenge really what friends do to each other?”
Fluttershy considered this, then sagged slightly. “I guess not.”
“Come on,” Twilight clapped Fluttershy’s shoulder. “Deep breaths.”
Fluttershy inhaled sharply.
“Better?” Twilight asked.
“Better,” Fluttershy said. She began to pull her fingers out.
“Why’d you stop!?” Sunset shouted over her shoulder.
“What?” Fluttershy shouted back.
“Why did you stop? I was enjoying this!”
Fluttershy and Twilight exchanged looks at each other. Neither could come up with an answer for the other.
“You… were?” Fluttershy said.
“Yes!” Sunset attested.
“Well, just because your body was responding...” Twilight began, but Sunset cut her off, raising a finger dramatically to the sky.
“Let it be known that I, one Sunset Shimmer, fully and positively give my enthusiastic consent to this enterprise!”
Fluttershy pursed her lips. “I don’t know what to do. I mean, I was mad at her, but I’m feeling better now. But if she wants it, I guess.”
“Might as well give it to her,” Juniper spoke up.
“Okay. Here goes.” Her anger and fury having faded and flickered out, Fluttershy was a lot more shy and uncertain as she stroked deeply in Sunset’s interior chamber.
Sunset ran as fast as she could, sweat running down her face, the thrill of whether or not she could make it back to her house before Fluttershy made her orgasm only adding to her arousal and excitement.She could feel her snatch throbbing and twitching, giving off heat, feeling so, so good to have Fluttershy fingering her gently like this.
She was getting close, but she was almost at her address.
Sunset felt the fluid building up, the pressure coming on, as she reached the steps and took out her house key. She managed to unlock the door and get inside.
It was time, Sunset could tell. She quickly dropped her skirt and panties to the floor, shaking them off, then fell down onto her knees as her vagina spurted out a spray of cum. A puddle leaked out from under her, getting under her knees and leaving a spot on the hardwood floor at least as wide as the welcome mat outside.
“Ooh.” Sunset collapsed onto the floor, her vision blurry from the tears of exhaustion running down her face. She closed her eyes. She’d clean up later.
Outside, Fluttershy reluctantly pulled her fingers out of the mirror. They were drenched in Sunset’s juices.
“Fluttershy, you, uh, seem to have my kind-of girlfriend’s… cum… on your fingers,” Twilight said.
“It certainly looks that way. Ew.” Fluttershy held her hand out, face scrunching up in disgust. “Does anybody have a napkin?”
“Well,” Twilight drawled, “I could—”
“No,” Fluttershy said with a hard voice. She turned and took her hand away before Twilight could do anything. “I’ve had enough of fingers going into wet, slimy orifices they’re not supposed to for one day, thank you very much.”
“I’ll just take this, if you don’t mind,” Juniper said, trying to use the moment as a distraction while she slipped the mirror out of Fluttershy’s hand.
“Oh no you don’t,” Twilight caught and snatched the mirror away. “Clearly none of you can be trusted with this thing. I’ll take the mirror, and I’ll put it where it belongs,” Twilight said and marched away.
“Like a high-security vault,” Twilight muttered. “Or an incinerator.”
She tapped her chin, getting an idea.
“Or maybe… back with Sunset so she can surprise me in the shower again sometime,” Twilight put a hand over her cheeks to cover her blush and the high-pitched giggle that accompanied her naughty idea.
Author's Note
I had a heck of a time working on and revising this, let me tell ya. So much rewriting. Sometimes I wonder if I'm rushing these commissions too fast, and that's why they seem to need so much revision. Or maybe I just wasn't making enough judicious use of an editor before.
But yeah, so this is a commission that's a follow up to "Mental Reflections," deliberately left with an ending that's open enough to let my repeat customer commission a third installment, if they so desire.
I hadn't planned for Fluttershy to take up the majority of the story, but it ended up working out that way.
I also don't really know where the mirror did came from, since that's really irrelevant, but if the commissioner wants me to go over it, I'll try to cook up something up. For now, let's blame Starlight Glimmer, who ruins everything.
