The Center of Attention

“Alright,” Rarity said, satisfied with her first worm’s punishment, “it’s your turn, Twilight. What is the square root of 346,727?”

Twilight did nothing but smirk. She was going to enjoy this moment. Her mathematically inclined brain whistled its way through the problem. It was like strolling through a beautiful park, with flowers made of numerals and trees made of Rarity’s naked body posed suggestively. She couldn’t wait to give her answer and completely baffle her friend/mistress. A fit of giggles began escaping her mouth, and soon, she was having to force herself to remain sitting up. It helped that she and Sunset were bound together via bikini strings, but it was still a bit of a challenge.

Rarity, on the other hand, was not amused. She had singularly plowed her way through toy after toy in one afternoon. Her friends had become lambs led to the sexual slaughter, and she’d relished every wondrous moment. From her beautifully soft sessions with Fluttershy and Applejack to her crazed and psychotic sexual wars with Pinkie and Dash, every second had been perfect. Now, Twilight threatened to ruin that serene sense of sensual utopia. Rarity was not about to allow her to do so. She bent down and slapped Twilight hard, leaving a sharp red handprint across her purple skin.

“What’s so funny, my little rat?” She growled.

“Oh, Rarity,” Twilight gloated, impervious to the pain, “you just had to give me a math problem, didn’t you?”

“Fuck you,” Rarity huffed, “now answer, otherwise I’ll break this stick inside your cunt!”

“Alright, alright, there’s no need to get violent,” Twilight said, “the answer is 588.835291062.”

Rarity growled, but reached over towards her discarded swimwear and grabbed her phone. She always kept her cellular device hidden in her cleavage, and especially when she was showing so much of it. It was a handy little spot for it to be kept, and it certainly helped when it came to remembering where the phone was. When she took off her top, it had dropped into the sand, and she now picked it up and brushed off the small particles. After a quick search online, she found that the answer was absolutely correct, which infuriated her. Twilight had defeated her in the game. Now, the game’s bylaws stated she had to pleasure Twilight until the beautiful and harsh feelings of orgasm shook her body.

She saw no way out, so she sat her phone back beside her bikini and immediately dove in to Twilight’s vagina. The purple girl smiled and spat on Rarity’s head, wanting very much to drive her forward. They were in the midst of a very tense contest of sexual cat and mouse, and Twilight was desperate to be the feline. She might have been tied up and at Rarity’s mercy, but she knew how to manipulate. She’d read Freud multiple times, and soon, she’d have her mistress trained perfectly. What Rarity had taken as a backfire was actually a success, though Twilight was the only one out of the threesome that knew it.

“Oh…fuck…mm…that feels so fucking good, Rarity!” Twilight groaned as Rarity pleased her.

“Don’t think that this will be a regular occurrence, Twilight,” Rarity growled, “my next question will be even harder.”

“You know this is a simple, two round game, right?” Twilight asked, “I mean, you won’t get another chance beyond the next question.”

“My next query will be so incredibly difficult,” Rarity said, “that after you answer incorrectly, I’ll administer such a punishment, you won’t ever want to fuck again!”

“I highly doubt that,” Twilight cooed, “mm…that tongue…oo…keep licking me, baby.”

Rarity did as she was told. According to the rules of the game, she was honor bound to drive Twilight to orgasm. While she was still technically the mistress, she had failed in her mission to get Twilight to guess incorrectly. This was her punishment, and she took it in stride. She batted her blue eyes in Twilight’s direction, forcing the purple girl further and further into the throes of pleasure. Twilight groaned, sighed, and softly cursed as Rarity went along. She silently wished that her hands were free, so that she might run them through the glorious purple field that bobbed in front of her. But, alas, they were not, so she took what she could get.

Rarity’s tongue was smooth and graceful, delicately picking out its points of attack and assaulting Twilight’s pussy brilliantly. The victorious victim urged her mistress forward, and Rarity soon found that she was enjoying herself. She pushed and pushed and pushed, reveling in the squeals emanating from above her. The pink muscle soon found its way deep into Twilight’s vaginal crevice, coating her walls with a thick layer of saliva. Twilight groaned sharply and pushed her hips forward, forcing Rarity even further inside. She yelped that an orgasm was imminent, and Rarity turned on some kind of sexual turbo jet. Her tongue seemed to go faster than ever, and by this point, Twilight was screaming.

“OH, FUCK! YES! FUCKING LICK ME, YOU FUCKING WHORE!” Twilight shrieked as all sense of logic and regularity abandoned her, “OH, MY GOD, YES! FUCK! OH…OH…MORE…MORE….RIGHT THERE…RIGHT THERE! OH! SHIT! I’M…I’M…I’M CUUUUUUUMMMMMMIIIIIIIIIIIING!”

Twilight’s body pulsated and she squirted all over Rarity’s face. The designer backed away and licked her lips, loving the taste of her friend’s liquid. Her mind filled with depravity regarding Twilight, and she suddenly wanted very much to know what a private session would be like. She made a mental note to have sex with Twilight again as soon as she could. Just the thought of lying beside Twilight on a soft, feathery bed and foregoing all boundaries in their naked quest for pleasure and love was amazing. It was also somewhat surreal, as a nude Twilight was staring her in the face. But this session was about control. Their private one would be about soft and gentle affection.

“I want you when we get home,” she whispered in her friend’s ear.

“I’d like that very much,” Twilight responded.

“How about this?” Rarity asked, “you come over to my house one night wearing nothing but your bathrobe. Once there, we can take everything off and just enjoy our nakedness.”

“You name the time,” Twilight said sensually, “and I’ll come with guns blazing.”