Play Party

Sunset and Rarity were quick in liberating their girls, carefully ferrying each of them to the comfy futon which dominated the apartment’s living space. Once finished, the three pets were then tucked under a single patchwork quilt, seeming to ride the fine line between consciousness and dozing off.

“They look so cute,” Sunset commented.

Rarity nodded. “That they do.”

She sat beside coco, gently caressing her face. “And I’m especially proud of you, dear. you put on quite the show.”

Sunset nodded to the twilights. “And you two were great. I hope I wasn’t too hard on you?”

The princess cracked a smile. “Maybe just a little, but still, i had a lot of fun.”

To her side, sci-twi nodded along. Though she remained silent, trying her best to keep her eyes open.

Sunset looked to Rarity. “You know, maybe we should just stay here and take care of them. We can always fool around another night.”

Rarity frowned but nodded in agreement. “You’re right, I couldn’t possible leave coco in such a state.”

coco meekly shook her head. “No, no, don’t stay on account of me. i’m fine, i swear. If you two want to fool around, then i won’t be upset.”

sci-twi grinned. “And you wouldn’t be leaving us alone. i’m sure the three of us can take care of each other. Isn’t that right, twi?”

The princess rolled over and planted a kiss on her counterpart’s cheek. “Right.”

To prove their point, the two twilights and coco snuggled even closer together. It made an already very cute display, downright adorable.

“I don’t know…” Sunset sighed, turning towards Rarity. “What do-HMPH!”

Rarity had lunged at Sunset, pulling her into a forceful kiss.

Sunset could feel a tongue in her mouth, a hand on her rump, and another tugging at the hem of her blouse. Her footing began to slip, as she took a few clumsy steps backwards to accommodate for Rarity’s ambush.

Rarity held the kiss for as long as she could manage, only daring to pull away when she needed to breathe.

“What are you doing?” Sunset wheezed.

There was a glint in Rarity’s eye. “Fortune favours the bold, darling,”

She roughly shoved Sunset, sending her stumbling backwards.

Sunset yelped loudly as she lost her footing and fell through the air. Thankfully, the softness of her reclining chair absorbed the brunt of her descent.

However, Rarity didn’t give Sunset even a moment to recover as she leapt upon the chair and straddled her. She then reached behind Sunset’s head and grabbed a fistful of her hair, using it to pull her into another lustful kiss.

Sunset could taste Rarity’s previous depravity, as she recognized the flavours of tea, saliva, and just a hint of semen.

They held this kiss for a good while, as Rarity refused to pull away, and her firm grip denied Sunset the opportunity. Though it wasn’t like Sunset had any desire to, as she found herself excited by the prospect of meticulously exploring Rarity’s maw.

Sadly, this voyage of discovery was cut short by Rarity’s own withdrawal.

As she pulled back, she fixed Sunset with a predatory grin, which should’ve been reserved exclusively for large carnivorous felines. Yet, her grin came so naturally, that it took Sunset by complete surprise.

Rarity toyed with her as she held her smirk, carefully tracing her fingers along Sunset’s body. She was like a cat who had just found a mouse to hunt and was teasing it before the kill.

Though, Rarity hadn’t accounted for one little thing. Sunset wasn’t coco, and she wasn’t just going to sit there and wait for Rarity take the lead. If Rarity wanted to top, then she’d have to earn it.

Within a second, Sunset pivoted her hip and quickly rolled over, pinning Rarity roughly against the chair. It creaked under their combined weight, as its tired springs laboured to support them.

Sunset grinned as she held Rarity in place with ease, using only one of her powerful arms.

Her other slid down Rarity’s form, resting upon her thigh. Once there, it travelled over her leg, moved along her inner thigh, and then crawled towards the region betwixt her legs.

“You know,” Sunset said. “I’ve always imagined you as a personification of Fortune.”

Rarity looked Sunset in the eye before flicking her gaze to the hand which neared her nethers. “Oh? And why’s that?”

“Have you ever read Machiavelli?”

“Who?”

“An Italian philosopher. He claimed that most people think of Fortune as this all-powerful being.”

The hand continued to move upwards, and Rarity tensed.

“Well, that does sound like me.”

Rarity continued to maintain her powerful smirk, but Sunset could sense the cracks beginning to form.

“But in reality,” Sunset continued. “He said that if you act boldly, and put Fortune in her place, then you’ll easily make her submit to your every desire.”

Sunset lurched forward and kissed Rarity, this time leading with her own initiative.

Rarity made an indignant little yelp, but soon melted against the chair, accepting Sunset’s terms.

At the same time, Sunset’s hand finally came upon a very familiar bulge nestled against Rarity’s leg. Her palm began to ever so carefully massage it, eliciting a rather crude groan.

Sunset drew away from Rarity, and looked down on her with a smug and oppressive smirk. “And that’s why I think you’re the perfect personification of fortune, rarity.”

rarity was left absolutely speechless, staring wide-eyed at Sunset.

Oh, this was going to be fun.

Sunset removed her hand from rarity’s bulge and instead reached for her fly, fiddling with the buttons that held up her designer jeans. She popped them open, one by one, before tugging her pants down.

At least, that was the plan. In practice, the angle was incredibly difficult to work with, as Sunset grunted repeatedly in frustration.

“Having trouble?” rarity teased.

Sunset’s cheeks brightened. “Maybe a little.”

“Stand up.”

“Hey, you can’t boss me around,” she grumbled. “I’m the top.”

“Oh shush. Do you want these pants off or not?”

Sunset sighed and did as instructed, taking a bit of a hit to her pride.

rarity slowly stood up and rested her hands respectfully at her side. she then fixed Sunset with a coy grin and winked.

It took Sunset a few moments to realize what rarity was playing at.

She cleared her throat and took on a gruffer tone. “Take off your pants.”

rarity smirked. “Oh course, mistress.”

Sunset could detect a hint of sarcasm in her tone

“After all, your wish is my command,” rarity said.

Ok, maybe there was more than just a hint.

However, rarity proved to be a good sport as she began to slide out her jeans, wiggling her hips seductively from side to side. This not only helped ease off her pants but also doubled in drawing Sunset’s attention towards rarity’s shapely hips and the elegant motions she performed with them.

Finally, rarity’s pants slipped far enough down that gravity took hold and rapidly pooled them around her ankles. Underneath was a lacey pair of red panties which clung to rarity’s crotch. Then pressed against her thigh was the half-erect girth of a fairly modest erection.

Sunset was left speechless, as she did very little to advert her gaze from rarity’s elegant legs, tight tush, and playful erection.

“Like what you see, darling?” rarity asked.

Sunset nodded. “Gets better every time.”

She looked rarity in the eye, her expression sharpening.

“Now take off your top,” she demanded. “I’m tired of you hiding behind your clothes.”

rarity huffed, in a very bratty fashion, as she reached for the waistline of her blouse.

Sunset wasn’t overly fond of her tone. So, she stepped forward and roughly grabbed rarity by the collar of her shirt.

She growled right in rarity’s face. “Do you have a problem with me?”

rarity was caught completely off guard. “Of course not!”

Even at this distance she was unable to meet Sunset’s gaze.

“Really, because you’re acting like a total brat right now.”

rarity was silent.

Sunset tightened her grip. “This is your final warning. you might think you're tough shit because you got someone calling you mistress, but all I see is someone with an attitude problem who isn’t worth my fucking time.”

She let go, allowing rarity to stumble back.

“i’m sorry,” rarity mumbled.

This time, her words felt sincere.

“That’s better,” Sunset said. “Now let’s try that again. Take off your top.”

“Of course, Mistress.”

There was no bratty whining, sarcasm, or attempt at restoring the equilibrium. There was only submission, as rarity began to slowly take off her blouse.

As she removed it, she revealed a lacey red bra underneath which matched her panties perfectly. The bra was clearly designed to flaunt rarity’s bosom and Sunset was more then willing to admit that it did a fine job of that, putting her cleavage proudly on display.

Along with the bra, rarity also sported a rather toned core. Oh sure, she wasn’t nearly as muscular as Applejack, Sunset, or Rainbow, but obviously she took great pride in working out and sculpting her body. she was the perfect mix of softness and definition, riding the fine line between the two perfectly.

Sunset took great pleasure in consuming rarity with her eyes, deliberately leering at her incredibly sexy body.

rarity noticed and instantly flushed. she then folded her arms in front of her chest. her posture and demeanour made it painfully clear that she wasn’t familiar with being on this side of a power dynamic.

Well tough shit.

Sunset loudly cleared her throat. “Arms to your side.”

“What?” rarity sheepishly asked.

“Arms to your side. I haven’t given you permission to cover yourself.”

rarity bit her lip. “Oh, uh… of course.”

her arms fell away as her blush darkened a few more shades.

Sunset took a couple more moments to truly appreciate rarity’s beauty. Once her desire was sated, she then stepped forward and hooked a single finger under the central strap of rarity’s bra, between the cups.

She had every intention to just tear it off, right there and then.

However, it must’ve showed because rarity glared sharply at her.

“Ninety dollars, Shimmer.”

That was all she said.

Sunset was confused for a moment, until it dawned on her that rarity probably purchased something pricey from Sassy’s Secrets. She chuckled nervously and let go of the bra, instead walking behind rarity to fiddle with the clips at the back.

It was as if rarity’s scorn had somehow magically transformed her desires. No longer did she wish to tear off the bra, but rather, she had an overwhelming desire to be gentle with it and not blow ninety bucks on a power move.

Even tops sometimes needed to acknowledge when they were wrong.

It wasn’t as quick, but Sunset eventually undid the bra, allowing it to tumble away from rarity’s chest.

Sunset soon replaced the lacey cups with her hands, as she began to softly knead rarity’s breasts. Her palms gently caressed the incredibly sensitive nipples, drawing out a series of cute little noises from rarity.

Sunset had to admit that she was kind of jealous. She wished that her nipples were even a fraction as sensitive.

Still, she derived her own pleasure out of just playing with them, and discovering all the creative ways she could make rarity moan and whimper.

Sunset’s left hand continued to knead rarity’s breast as her right moved ever so slightly upwards. She wedged rarity’s right nipple between two of her mid-finger joints and began to carefully squeeze these digits together, gently stimulating rarity’s nipple and adding a fresh note to her melody.

A melody which was soon punctuated by a rapid shuddering tempo as Sunset planted a kiss on rarity’s neck, just above the shoulder. A spot, which she knew from experience, was incredibly receptive to kisses, suckles, and love bites.

With that in mind, Sunset planted her lips firmly on rarity’s neck, suckling roughly upon it.

This made rarity whine loudly. “That’s gonna bruise.”

Sunset grinned, resting her chin on rarity’s shoulder.

“Good,” she whispered. “I want everyone to know you’re owned.”

She could practically feel the heat radiating off of rarity’s face.

One of Sunset’s hands slipped away from rarity’s bosom as she instead spanked her sharply. The blow landed with a satisfying clap and resulted in an even more satisfying yelp from rarity.

“You know, maybe I should just take you and coco under my wing,” Sunset teased.

rarity snorted. “In your dreams.”

“Hmm…you’re right, there’s no way I could possibly manage such a high maintenance pet.”

rarity let out this wonderfully indigent gasp.

In response, Sunset moved her hand away from rarity’s rump and instead rested it on her erection, which she gently grasped and gave a few strokes.

In an instant, rarity tensed and her voice rapidly broke down into a series of trembling gasps.

Sunset’s hand continued to pump away, stroking rarity’s length in long tender strides. She took her time, finding her own amusement out of every little gasp, moan, and shudder she could draw out of her plaything.

“It’s ok to admit you’re a bottom, rare. Plenty of my friends are.” She smirked. “Especially when they’re around me.”

“S-shut up,” rarity grumbled.

her words were tense as her whole body quivered under Sunset’s tender caress.

Sunset’s pace began to quicken, as her hand pumped swifter and swifter with each passing motion.

Meanwhile, her other hand continued to focus exclusively on stimulating rarity’s nipple. She tweaked it, stroked it, caressed it, and when she was feeling a little cruel, she’d flick it in order to make rarity whimper and groan.

A shuddering sigh fell from rarity’s lips, as her whole form danced between bouts of bliss and tension.

Sunset was very familiar with rarity’s body and knew how to masterfully manipulate these cycles, memorizing all of the steps necessary to drive rarity towards the brink of orgasm. Then, just as she was on the precipice of bliss, Sunset would reign her in and make her take the agonizing and unsatisfying route away from climax.

This was something she did with a cruel and sadistic glee.

The symphony of gasps, moans, cries, and groans was a chorus that Sunset conducted with ease. This was her band to orchestrate and she would lead it as she saw fit, toying with rarity for her amusement.

A thin bead of pre trickled down rarity’s erection and into the palm of Sunset’s awaiting hand.

She collected this natural essence and began to slowly rub it into rarity’s cock, starting with the head and then using what remained to treat her shaft.

When Sunset deemed rarity properly lubricated, she quickly moved both her hands to rarity’s hips, gently grasping them.

In response, rarity let out another distressed whine. “What! What are you doing?”

Sunset was silent, waiting. She knew rarity would soon grow impatient.

As if to prove her point, rarity reached out to finish the job. However, before she could sate her desires, Sunset grabbed both of her wrists and pinned them roughly against her side.

rarity groaned and squirmed. Though this did little, as Sunset was far stronger than her.

“Were you close?” Sunset asked.

“i-i…was getting there!”

Sunset smirked. “Would you like to get off?”

rarity nodded. “Please.”

Sunset shifted her grip, moving both of rarity’s wrist behind her back. She then held them in place with a single hand, while her other began to rove rarity’s body.

Her grip wouldn’t hold up very well if rarity actually wanted to break free, but Sunset prayed she’d be a good sport.

Sunset’s free hand returned to rarity’s cock as she began to teasingly drag a single digit along its length. This wasn’t anything special, just a little stimulation to keep her hard and riled up.

“How badly do you want to cum?” Sunset asked.

rarity was silent for a moment, before muttering. “A lot.”

Sunset’s finger reached the head of rarity’s cock, gently circling the tip. She could feel the way this action made rarity tense, her hands clenching against Sunset.

“Well then, you’ll have to do something for me,” Sunset said.

“What…what do you want?”

Sunset smirked. “Admit you’re a bottom.”

rarity was silent, and for a moment, Sunset thought she’d resist.

However, rarity took a purposeful breath and sighed. “i’m a bottom.”

The words were spoke, though they were hardly more than a whisper.

“I didn’t hear you,” Sunset chided.

rarity whined.

“Say it like you mean it,” Sunset warned. “Or I swear I’ll walk away right this second.”

“i’m a bottom!” rarity cried out.

Sunset winced, and for the second time that night, prayed her neighbours were out of town.

“Very good,” she said. “Now, do you know what bottoms have to do if they want to cum?”

“W-what?”

“They have to ask their Mistress politely.”

Once again, Sunset gripped rarity’s cock and began to swiftly stroke it.

rarity moaned softly, her words lost on the tip of her tongue.

When rarity’s request was slow to come, Sunset halted her movements as a warning.

“No, no, no!” rarity frantically squealed. “Please, please, pleaassseee! Please, let me cum Mistress!”

Sunset smirked and paused for a painful moment.

She could feel the raw disappointment in rarity, as her whole body shuddered with resentment.

Sunset watched as rarity open her mouth to protest. However, just as she was about to complain, Sunset went to town, swiftly jerking her off.

“you may,” she hissed into rarity’s ear. “And when you do. I want you to remember what you gave up for this privilege.”

rarity didn’t response, she couldn’t response. her words were lost to a myriad of moans and other pleasured sounds.

Sunset’s hand ceased its stroking and instead shifted to massaging rarity’s incredibly sensitive cockhead. She rolled it between her forefinger and thumb, attempting to milk it dry.

All the while, Sunset’s other hand returned to rarity’s breast and softly massaged the tender flesh.

Sunset loved the way rarity’s breasts felt, especially as her chest heaved with each laboured breath she mustered. She could feel rarity’s heart hammering away, beating faster with each successive wave of pleasure.

It was only a matter of time before rarity blew her load.

So, Sunset returned to stroking her cock, taking on the duty with a renewed sense of vigour. Her hand slid effortlessly, assisted by the slickness of rarity’s abundant fluids.

Sunset delivered another kiss to rarity’s neck, suckling roughly upon it to leave behind a second darkened love bite. This one was imprinted onto the other side of rarity’s neck, meaning she’d be hard pressed to cover Sunset’s signs of ownership.

rarity began to rock her hips as her whole form fluctuated between temporary paralysis and violently quivering.

Sunset drew away from rarity’s neck, exhaling slowly as she leaned back. Her breath was warm, rolling over rarity’s shoulder and licking at the nape of her neck.

Within an instance, rarity went completely stiff. The only sign of life came from her thundering pulse and the raspy little puffs of air her rigid body managed.

Sunset could feel rarity’s cock twitch. So, she rested her head upon her shoulder and watched the show commence.

A moment later, a second, more violent, twitch came from rarity’s erection as the first bead of solid white cum bubbled to the tip, oozing weakly onto Sunset’s knuckle. This was followed immediately by another mightier spasm as a string of semen erupted from rarity, launching several inches into the air before falling onto the hardwood floor.

rarity managed to find her voice but only used it to accompany her orgasm with a desperate moan.

Sadly, there wasn’t much to rarity’s cumshot, beyond the first two potent spurts, but Sunset continued to gently stroke her. She was rewarded with a couple more pleasured shudders and a few additional droplets of milky cum.

Then finally, as rarity spent the last of her essence, she went completely limp and leaned against Sunset for support.

Sunset held her tight, pulling her into a warm embrace. She then held up her soiled hand and showed rarity her spent load, spreading her fingers in order to display the intricate webbing which now hung from her digits.

She nipped at rarity’s ear and whispered. “Are you going to clean it off?”

“A lady doesn’t swallow, darling.”

Sunset snorted. “Is that the case?”

Rarity nodded.

“Well, if you’re not going to do it yourself.”

She brought her dirty hand over to rarity’s face, slowly wiping the thin strands of cum across her cheek.

Within an instant, Rarity shoved herself away from Sunset. “Ew ew ew ew.”

Sunset snickered and Rarity wheeled around, fixing her with the most intense glare she’d ever seen.

“And what do you find so funny?!”

Sunset tried hopelessly to maintain her poker face. “N-nothing.”

Rarity stared at her for several deathly quiet seconds before her expression darkened into a cruel grin.

“Oh, I’ll show you nothing,” she threatened.

Rarity dragged two fingers across her cheek and collected a good dollop of the offending fluids, holding it out in front of her.

For a moment, there was a stand off.

Then Rarity lunged at Sunset, screaming like a banshee.