The Center of Attention

by TheCloppyComedian

Rating: mature
Tags: Profanity, Rarity (EqG), Porn, Fetish, Equestria Girls, Sex, Main 7 (EqG)
Length: 26387

Rarity models a new swimsuit...

Rarity has always enjoyed it whenever she attends the beach and people look at her. Being the fashionista she is, she has a wide variety of swimwear, and every single piece has always managed to catch someone's eye. She also has a gift of causing these encounters to end...let's say...tenderly. But this time, she's made a very bold choice, and now it's her friends who are eyeing her.

Rated M for obvious reasons.

DISCLAIMER: Everyone involved is 18

Published 2020-08-01 10:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2020-09-12 17:33:45 UTC

The Arrival

Decisions, decisions, Rarity thought as she stood in front of her closet. As with any proper fashionista, it was bulging with clothes of all shapes and sizes. Coats, hats, shirts, pants, skirts, dresses, you name it, it was hanging in front of her. It all seemed to shine as she viewed it, and she knew just how special each stitch was. She had made most of these by hand, carefully and lovingly putting each piece in its rightful place. Tenderly, she wove together the fabric that would coat her skin, ensuring that nothing clashed or ran together. It was laborious work, but she undertook it with all the joy and ecstasy in the world. Entire wardrobes were made through this loving and agonizing process, and she was thoroughly excited with the result.

However, even though her closet was bulging with her creations, it was carefully organized and put together. She had her good friend Twilight to thank for that. Everything from her most elegant dresses down to the regular underwear she wore to school every day had been carefully arranged and placed just so. She had coordinated the clothes, but Twilight had coordinated the small vestiary chamber. Everything was adjusted for color, size, and shape. Rarity could now shop her small, and completely free, boutique without worry…and she knew exactly what she was looking for.

It was yet another of her and her friend’s beach days, and she was looking forward to a relaxing time of sunning and showing off. She never liked to admit it, but she thoroughly enjoyed whenever she got to soak up the sand, surf, and sun. It wasn’t because the water was perfect for swimming, nor because the local snack shack served up some of the tastiest nachos she’d ever consumed. It was because she got to model a bikini. A great secret of hers was that she enjoyed showing her skin. It made her feel beautiful and noticed, and helped with the insecurities that come with such a lack of clothing.

It was all about picking the right one, and then dazzling everyone when she got there. True, she often wore a cover over the bottoms until some stud would eyeball her. Then, she’d narrow her beautiful eyes to slits and gingerly drop it. She’d feign that it was all an accident, but then she’d leave it in the sand and bend over, giving said stud a chance to see all of her wonderful posterior. Her heart would thud out of her chest as she knew exactly what he was thinking. She’d slowly pick her cover up and tantalizingly wrap it back around her waist, playing her cards perfectly. Then, she’d walk over to him, flirt a bit, and, more often than not, it would all end sexually.

Mm! I wonder if…oh, no, that’s too much! She thought, eyeing a particularly bold swimsuit, oh, but it is just the right size…and the fabric is so “in” this season! OO! I’m gonna get eyed for sure this time!

On the warm sand, five of the six high school seniors spread out their blankets and picnic materials. Everyone was buzzing about all the fun they were going to have. Coming to the beach made them feel like kids again and, with college right around the corner, they felt like it was needed. They were all adults now, as Twilight had just recently turned eighteen, and everyone was excited about the prospect. They were busily making plans for the future, and preparing for graduation.

The spring time air filled their lungs with joy as they each took to their own activities. Applejack and Rainbow Dash grabbed their surfboards and ran to catch some waves. Pinkie Pie quickly took orders and bounded off to the snack shack, eager to fill her and her friend’s bellies with the tasty morsels that came from there. Meanwhile, Twilight and Fluttershy each lay back on their blankets and began flipping through some books. Fluttershy was in the midst of an interesting tome about insects, and Twilight was reading a biography of Einstein.

“Ah…this is the life,” Fluttershy said, “Saturday. No school, no work, just fun.”

“You said it,” Twilight responded, “I don’t think I’ve ever been more relaxed than I am right now.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” Fluttershy said, and then rolled onto her side. “Can I ask you something, Twi?”

“Of course,” Twilight said, setting her book down, “you can ask me anything. What do you wanna know? The formula for velocity? The scientific name for the common household fly? What year Einstein received his first scientific award?”

“Oh, no, thanks, though those all sound like lovely subjects,” Fluttershy said, “I wanted to ask you about Rarity.”

“What about her?”

“Well…she acts so strangely when we come to the beach…or go to a pool…or…anywhere water related, really.”

Twilight cocked her head. “Go on…”

“I’ve noticed that she’s been acting incredibly attractive, even more so than usual,” Fluttershy said, “I mean, she’ll kind of…abandon us and go over to where some good looking boy is, and then trounce off with him.”

“Hm,” Twilight said, “come to think of it, she has been doing that a lot lately.”

“Remember Pinkie’s pool party last weekend?”

“Yeah…” Twilight said as the memories flashed through her mind, “…I remember that Blue Blood was there, and Rarity was doing everything in her power to get him to notice her. But, I don’t think there’s anything strange about that.”

“You don’t?”

“Of course not,” Twilight said, “it’s basic biology. When a girl reaches a certain age, she becomes attracted to boys and vice versa. I mean, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have a thing for…ahem…a certain someone.”

Fluttershy smiled as she knew Twilight was thinking of Timber Spruce. But that was different. Twilight and Timber had been dating for months now, and they were a well-known couple. Twilight never abandoned her friends to be with one boy one minute, and another the next. She always made time for them, even with her romantic and scientific pursuits. It made Fluttershy feel warm to know that she had a friend like that, but it also concerned her even more when it came to Rarity. She loved her like a sister, and she hated it when she bounced around the beach and paid them no mind.

“Love is all well and good, Twilight,” the yellow girl said, “but I fear that Rarity is doing nothing but…well…having sex.”

Twilight was shocked at her friend’s bluntness, but quickly shook it off. “Oh, I don’t think so. Rarity is a responsible and mature young lady. She knows her limits, and I don’t think she’d let anyone push them. She’ll find a boy someday who treats her with respect and truly loves and cares for her.”

“You really think so?”

“I know so.”

“Hello, girls!” A new, accented, and perfectly feminine voice greeted them.

The two looked up from their conversation as a shadow flooded their area. Their mouths dropped when they saw just who it was…and more importantly, what she was wearing.

“Of course…there’s always your theory,” Twilight gulped.

Rarity's New Swimsuit

Author's Note

Hey, everyone! So...I realized yesterday that, in the first chapter, I make reference to "five of the six girls." It should have been "six of the seven girls," as Sunset is in this story. I forgot I was writing an EQG story for a minute. My bad! But, don't worry, Sunset will be making an appearance (and maybe, even more than that).

Hope y'all enjoy this one!

Rarity's New Swimsuit

It was unlike anything that either Twilight or Fluttershy had ever seen. They thought they understood the world, with all of its intricacies and nuances…but they never could have foreseen what stood in front of them. Their eyes burned as they looked upon the sight, and they weren’t sure whether to be happy, sad, or run off and crawl under the nearest rock. It hurt them to think this way, as Rarity was a dear friend of theirs, but her choice of wardrobe was…oddly uncomfortable, to say the least. Oh, yes, it would cause boys to rethink their choice in swim trunks, but to them it was weird. Neither of them wanted to be the one to tell Rarity this, so they just sat there with dumbfounded looks.

“Rarity…what…the…hell…?” Was all Twilight could get out.

“Do you like it, darling?” Rarity asked as she did a little twirl.

To say that the swimsuit was immodest and borderline indecent would be putting it kindly. In fact, it made the fashionista look more like a porn star than anything else. The whole suit consisted of three tiny purple strips and a bunch of string to hold it all together. The bits of confetti like material existed to just barely cover her more private areas. The top showed off a lot of her ample bosom, and her friends began to sweat with awkwardness just looking at it. They were certainly soft looking breasts, and the tiny strip over each nipple seemed to make everything more unsettling.

Then…there were the bottoms; or, for that matter, what was left of the bottoms. One of the strips just did enough to hide her pussy from exposure. The rest of her crotch was left unguarded, and she showed it off with a flourish. She knew that everyone on the beach had this uncanny notion to stare between her legs when she wore a regular bikini, so she thought she’d just go ahead and give them what they wanted. She saw her friends’ eyes boring holes into her sensitive area, and she loved it. She even began playing with the strip, teasing them to the point where she thought they might explode from their nervousness.

“You never answered my question,” she said as she slowly sat next to Fluttershy, “what do you think of my new swimsuit?”

“Well, er…um…I’ve certainly never seen anything like it before,” the yellow girl answered, trying her best to hide her embarrassment.

“Mm…I take it that my dear little Flutter has never been to any…adult stores before?”

Rarity placed a hand on Fluttershy’s upper thigh when she said this. She also subtly shook her breasts in her direction. To say that this all came as a shock to the animal lover would be an understatement. She knew Rarity attempted to attract boys at the beach, but she never thought she’d come after a girl. Fluttershy gulped nervously and took a few deep breaths, trying hard not to scream and react violently.

“I don’t tend to inhabit such places, no,” she said through clenched teeth, “but, if that’s where you like to go…”

“Oh, darling, I don’t inhabit those places, either,” Rarity said, “at least…not in the last few weeks. I bought this a while ago, and I’ve been just itching for an opportunity to bring it out.”

“What is it, exactly?” Twilight asked.

“It’s called an extreme bikini, darling!” Rarity announced with pride, “and it’s all the rage in Paris, Los Angeles, New York City, and…well…everywhere fashionable! It shows off just the right amount of skin, while tantalizing the viewer. This way, I can be nude…without actually being nude.”

“Wait…you like being nude?” Twilight asked in a voice that was somewhere between confusion, shock, and disbelief.

“Yes, darling, I LOVE being naked!” Rarity announced with joy, “the sun on my bare skin, the feel of the cool water when I shower…OOH! There’s just a…well…there’s a beauty that comes with one’s own nudity that is, sadly, hidden when it’s covered with fabric. As much as I adore clothes, I adore the human body just as well.”

Twilight felt the oddness return as Rarity stood and showed off her posterior. A thin piece of string ran through the crevice that resided there, presenting her ass cheeks in their form. It was completely uncensored, and Twilight suddenly felt a sharp need to grab one of them. They were so supple and soft looking, yet firm right where they needed to be. Her mind waged war with itself as Rarity’s seductive look grasped ahold of her, picking its spots and assaulting her relationship with Timber Spruce. Twilight imagined grabbing one while being fucked by her boyfriend, and she felt her feminine organs become involuntarily wet. She imagined a fully nude Rarity standing in front of her, offering a vaginal oasis for her to drink from.

“I…um…er…” She stammered.

“Oh, my goodness, darling,” Rarity said, “are you alright?”

“Um…yeah!” Twilight said, “I just…need to go…use the facilities real quick!”

With that, Twilight ran off towards the restroom. The urge to please herself through visions of threesomes was overwhelmingly terrible. Rarity’s new choice of swimwear had broken through to her most lustful ambitions, and she needed to relieve herself of them. She ran into one of the stalls and yanked the bottom part of her one piece aside, revealing her soaking wet sex. She began rubbing circles around it, but remembered that she was in a public restroom and kept her moans to a minimum. Through her playtime, she imagined Rarity taking her to bed and being ever so tender with her. She saw the white girl kissing her purple cheek, embracing her, and allowing the softness of their bodies to become a conduit to further love and exploration.

Oh…fuck me, Rarity…! Twilight moaned internally.

She suddenly stuck a finger inside her vagina, freely allowing the vision of Rarity to invade her privacy. Her eyes glazed over as the vision made love to her, pounding away at her most beauteous and sensitive of body parts. The naked apparition’s hips moved quickly as cunt met cunt again and again. An unspeakable pleasure made its way into Twilight’s brain as she stuck two more fingers inside herself. She then saw her lover, Timber, present his penis to Rarity. She drooled as she watched her friend give him a thorough blowjob and then set herself up to be fucked. The vision of Timber stuck his large dick deep into Rarity’s anus as Twilight masturbated to the entire scene.

Fuck her, Timber! Yes! Fuck her, darling! Twilight cried inside her sexual dream, fuck her, you filthy bastard! OH! GOD! YES! FUCK HER WHILE I WATCH!

She felt her pussy clench around her fingers just as the naked visions in front of her were allowing themselves to orgasm. Rarity went first, pulsing around Timber’s cock as she went squealing into oblivion. Twilight then begged him to cum inside her as she crawled across to where they were and licked up and down his shaft. She tasted his sweat and his precum as it dribbled across her tongue, and she felt him begin pumping faster and faster. She masturbated harder and harder, and the two ended up with their lips locked. They looked at each other with love as he finally came into Rarity’s rectum, and she let loose a torrent of fresh fluids.

It was a wondrous vision, and Twilight came out of it ready to face down this new problem. She felt the lust finally begin to dissipate, and a new logic took its place. But this reason quickly combined itself with her animal desires, and she felt an urgent need to experience her vision for real; or, at least, part of her vision. Rarity laced through her mind as she saw her ample breasts, soaking wet privates, and absolutely perfect buttocks.

Today, Rarity, she thought, today…I will have sex with you. I will see this vision into reality, if it kills me.

Fluttering About The Beach

Meanwhile, away from Twilight’s erotic fantasies, another equally arousing scene was taking place. One of the participants was absolutely ecstatic at the prospect, while another was doing everything in her power to avoid it. It seemed that Rarity just did not understand the ideals behind personal space, even though Fluttershy had attempted to explain it to her over and over again. But the fashionista just put on an even more alluring face and crept ever closer to the nervous girl’s cheek. She even tried to kiss it a couple of times, but Fluttershy dodged it just in the nick of time.

“Now, Rarity,” Fluttershy said, trying to be firm, “we’re friends, and as my friend, I’m begging you to observe personal boundaries.”

“Oh, darling, what boundaries?” Rarity asked, “boundaries are for fools. Let us…be free with each other.”

“No!” Fluttershy exclaimed, “I don’t want the type of ‘freedom’ you’re offering! I’m not that kind of girl!”

Rarity backed away with a suddenly dull look. She frowned at her friend, noticing the drab wetsuit she was wearing. She just didn’t know why Fluttershy insisted upon being so modest, when she had such a beautiful skin tone. It seemed like a crime to keep herself so covered up when a two piece swimsuit would look just gorgeous on her. Rarity began involuntarily salivating at a small vision of Fluttershy with a thong running up her beautiful derriere. She shook her head to clear her mind and then suddenly grabbed Fluttershy.

“HEY!” Fluttershy squeaked.

But Rarity didn’t respond. She dragged Fluttershy off behind some large rocks, and prepared to give her most persuasive bodily argument she’d ever given. Her mind raced as she thought of exactly what she’d say and how she’d move. She knew of the great power that lay in the rather lost art of body language, and her figure was fluent. Her blue eyes could evoke lust in even the most stubborn of celibates. Her breasts and hips could strike an instant attraction into those who didn’t appreciate what beauty was. She could garner anything her heart desired with a wiggle of her firm, yet pillow like ass; and, to top it all off, she could basically guarantee social and financial discounts by flashing the gem that lay between her legs.

Now, she needed to convince Fluttershy that showing her skin would be a good thing. If she were successful in this endeavor, it would most likely lead to greater things. So, she began by slowly caressing the yellow girl’s face. She ensured that her hand was as tantalizingly gentle as possible, so as to awaken Fluttershy’s sexuality in the correct manner. She’d always had something of a crush on the quiet friend of animals everywhere, and it was time for her to act on it. But first came the most difficult part: getting Fluttershy out of her wetsuit. It might take a little bit of trying, but she knew she could weasel her way around to the zipper on the back.

“Mm…you like it when I touch your face, Flutter?” Rarity asked in a voice that would melt butter.

“Well…I mean…It feels nice,” said the intensely blushing Fluttershy, “…but…I…er…”

“Oh, come now, darling,” Rarity cooed, “you need to show off a little.”

“Show off?”

“Indeed. Why don’t we start by taking off your wetsuit?”

Fluttershy gasped and recoiled away from Rarity. “No!” She exclaimed, “I’m sorry, Rarity, but I must be firm! I don’t take off my wetsuit! You know that!”

Rarity smiled and turned the charm up to eleven. “But, why, darling? I mean, you have such pretty skin and an amazing figure. Why not…show it off a little?”

“Because it’s embarrassing and degrading!” Fluttershy said firmly, “I’m not gonna put myself through what you are! I’m saving my body and everything that goes with it for my future husband. I’ve already made that decision.”

“What a shitty decision,” Rarity muttered under her breath.

Fluttershy rolled her eyes a bit. “Look, if you wanna wear three strips from a handkerchief as a bikini, then more power to ya. But I’m not gonna lower myself to that!”

Rarity felt like screaming. Didn’t Fluttershy realize the intricate nature of fashion, and its interchangeability with the beautiful nudity of the human body? Wasn’t she aware that dressing in full body suits had gone out of fashion in, oh, say, 1910? Didn’t she know that, by covering up, she was actually embarrassing herself more than if she were stark raving naked? The look on Fluttershy’s face immediately answered all three questions in the negative. She was going to remain in her wetsuit, and there wasn’t anything anyone could do about it. Anyone…that is…except a very determined Rarity.

She once again advanced on Fluttershy, and even dared to brush her crotch. The other girl squeaked in surprise and suddenly slapped Rarity across the face. While a tad shocked at her behavior, Rarity nonetheless pressed forward. She dared Fluttershy to hit her again, and the girl took the dare when Rarity began fingering her through her wetsuit. But Rarity’s boundlessness would not cease, and she backed Fluttershy up against a rock. The girls’ lips finally met, and Rarity thought it was an amazing moment. Fluttershy went to hit her again…but then Rarity’s tongue found its way into her mouth. She moaned and fell into the kiss, finally loosening that which she had bound to herself for so long.

When they broke apart, Rarity reached around behind her and slowly unzipped her wetsuit. Fluttershy quivered as she felt it drop around her, revealing a bright pink bikini. Rarity smiled as all of her thoughts from earlier dissipated. It seemed Fluttershy did know something of fashion after all! The fabric she wore was completely appropriate for the season, and it showed just enough skin to be considered sexy. The top had cute little butterflies on it, and the bottoms were pink and white stripes. To say that Rarity fell in love with the suit would be an understatement.

“Darling…!” She breathed, “…it’s…gorgeous!”

Fluttershy tried to cover it with her arms. “Oh…what have I done? I’ve betrayed my principles and sullied my name with this filth!”

“You really need to loosen up, sweetie.”

“Will you stop calling me ‘darling’ and ‘sweetie?!’” Fluttershy demanded.

Rarity smirked. “Oh, darling, that’s what I call everyone. But let’s forget that. Now, we must commit to something more important.”

“W…what’s…th-that?” Fluttershy asked as she began quivering all over again.

“Taking off that bikini…”

The Nude & The Beautiful

Rarity’s touch was something of a snake, using its hypnotic powers to lure Fluttershy deeper in. Even though she fought against it, there was something about the soft finger that moved so tenderly across her face. It soothed her, awakened her inner needs, and somehow reassured her that everything would be alright. Rarity had mentioned seeing her in her most primitive form, and she was nervous about it. After all, she’d never been naked in front of someone else before. Her nerves reasserted themselves, and she began to slowly pull away from the fashionista’s caress.

“I…I don’t know,” she said.

“Oh, come now, darling,” Rarity said, “you’ve already taken off your wetsuit. Shimmying out of your bikini will be a cinch by comparison!”

“But…I don’t like others seeing me…naked.”

Rarity smiled. She understood the trepidation at the first request to strip. She remembered, on her 18th birthday, when she’d done so for the very first time. Two boys had asked her to take her clothes off and, at first, she was disgusted by the request. But then she saw how admiring their eyes were, and she felt a sudden need to be nude. So, she’d made a show of the entire thing, gathering the entire party together and stripping as they whooped and hollered in front of her.

She loved the attention they gave her. When her top came off, she tossed it to one of the boys, and he held on to it as if it were a life preserver. She then slowly wiggled her way out of her skirt, sexily throwing it aside and standing in her underwear. Their cheers became louder as they chanted for the removal of her bra. She never forgot that particular undergarment, as it was her favorite out of the many she owned. She had slowly unclasped the strap, shaking her bosom ever so tantalizingly as the partygoers screamed for her to continue. She even saw some of them resorting to sexual acts as she stripped. Then, finally, her panties came off, and she stood there in all her natural beauty. Now, she needed to persuade Fluttershy to have the same need.

“Fluttershy, darling, being naked is just like being clothed. It’s…the crème de la crème of being human! It’s so amazing to feel the wind on your bare skin, and know that everyone is looking at things that they aren’t supposed to be looking at.”

“That’s just the point!” Fluttershy argued, “I don’t want them looking at my private areas. I mean, if you wanna show off your vagina, that’s fine. But, I don’t.”

“Fluttershy…” Rarity cooed determinedly, “…let’s just try something simple.”

Before the yellow girl could respond, Rarity had taken her into another kiss. The girls wrapped their tongues around each other and moaned deeply. Fluttershy was excited by the gesture and felt her lady parts go wet with hunger and anticipation. She was extremely conflicted, though. One part of her brain felt a need to give in to the sudden animalistic urges that drove their way through her system. The other felt a need to abide by all her parents had ever taught her about self-respect, decency, and making choices that avoided distaste and disgrace.

Oh…what am I to do? She thought as Rarity’s amazingly soft tongue continued its work, I LOVE what Rarity’s doing…but I also don’t want to degrade myself! Oh, what to do?! What to do?!

She slowly broke apart and gave Rarity a look of distress. The white girl realized that her friend was having a difficult time coming around to her point of view, so she decided to advance things a little quicker. She gently put Fluttershy on her back and got on top of her. The bikini clad girls then launched into a kiss that made both their hearts skip a beat. Once again, their tongues danced with each other in a tango of love and lust. Fluttershy was a little more participatory this time, even pushing her face forward to get a better taste of what Rarity had to offer.

“See? You’re good at this!” Rarity said breathlessly when they broke apart.

Fluttershy blinked her beautiful eyes and blushed furiously. “Oh…I…I feel terrible!”

“Sh…sh…darling,” Rarity said, placing a gentle finger over Flutter’s lips, “it is time for you to unlock the animal within yourself.”

“I have an animal inside me?”

“Indeed, darling. I remember when I unlocked mine. Now, it is your turn.”

Fluttershy grimaced a bit as she felt Rarity reach around behind her and unsnap her bikini top. The fabric fell from its place but, as she was on her back, the cups still coated what they were meant to. Rarity quickly alleviated that by pulling her straps down and gingerly removing the top completely. Fluttershy tried to cover her nipples, but Rarity held her back. She smiled seductively as she bent down to kiss and nibble on one of the pink peaks. Her partner groaned as she did her work. The typically nervous girl seemed to have found some sense of sexuality as she slowly dropped her hands to her sides and allowed Rarity to move as she needed to.

The fashionista suckled on Fluttershy’s erect teats for as long as she wanted, never once hearing a peep of protest from above. She even reached around and undid her own extreme top, letting it fall and unveiling her own breasts for Fluttershy to admire. It appeared that the yellow girl truly did admire them, for she bent upwards and began suckling as well. Rarity felt milk begin to trickle out and into Fluttershy’s mouth, and she was elated at the prospect. She stopped her own sucking and cradled her partner, letting her feed as much as she wanted. It was an amazingly beautiful experience for both girls, and one they knew they’d never forget. In those moments, all of Fluttershy’s nervousness vanished, and she understood her wants and needs more than ever before.

“Oh…my…” she said when she finished, “…did I just breastfeed from you?”

Rarity nodded. “You did, darling, but I think it’s time I fed you in another fashion.”

“Another fashion?” The puzzled animal lover asked.

“Yes, darling, for what is good lesbian sex without…a little pussy play?”

Rarity undid the strings of her confetti like bottoms, allowing them to fall on the sand and expose her vaginal beauty. Fluttershy was in awe of the glistening gem presented to her, as it looked just as incredible as anything she’d ever heard. Sometimes, she would accidentally overhear boys speaking about a vagina and talking about just how beautiful it really is. She found these talks sexist and disgraceful, but now…seeing one up close…she realized that they were right. A woman’s beauty came from many different places, and the shining vulva and clitoris was definitely one of them. She made peace with herself and with the boys she’d unfairly accused. She realized that their talks did not come from hatred or some sort of superiority complex. They really were true.

“My god…” She breathed, “…Rarity…it’s…gorgeous!”

“Thank you, darling,” Rarity said, kissing Fluttershy’s forehead, “I do take steps to maintain it well. But, truly, it isn’t all that special. It’s just a pussy.”

“But, Rarity…I mean, I’ve seen my own before many times, but mine doesn’t even come close!”

“I believe you might be obsessing over my vagina a little too much,” Rarity said.

“Oh, but Rarity…it’s…it’s perfect!”

“It most certainly is not,” Rarity said, “mine is no different from any other girl’s. Why don’t you take your bottoms off, and I’ll show you?”

Fluttershy hesitated a moment, but finally stood and pulled the last part of her clothing down. Her severe blush returned as she knew that Rarity’s eyes were boring into her sensitive area, yet for some reason…she wanted her to do so. She even pushed her crotch forward a little bit, so Rarity could get a better look at it. The fashionista slowly crawled forward but, instead of just looking, she decided to touch and lick as well. Fluttershy moaned as waves of pleasure crashed over her brain. She felt Rarity sticking fingers into not just her pussy, but her delicate and soft anus as well. She also felt her tongue dragging across her clit, and she bit back a scream of delight.

This went on for a few moments before Rarity turned around and bent over a rock. “You know, darling,” she said, “we don’t need to penetrate each other to get our fair share of pleasure. Why don’t you pound my pussy?”

“Oh, goodness,” Fluttershy said, “I…I’ve never pounded anything before.”

“I know,” Rarity responded, “but you’ve got to begin somewhere. Now, go on, darling. Pound me good.”

Pounding on The Sand

Fluttershy started simply. She didn’t want to hurt Rarity, so she gently began brushing her bare pussy against the fashionista’s. Rarity moaned in response, loving the feel of the delicate folds. Visions of beauty passed before her. Even though she couldn’t see Fluttershy, she knew of the tremendous amount of lust that had been implanted within her. With every touch and kiss, Rarity had stored an incredible amount of energy within the yellow girl, and now she got to enjoy the return on her investment. She loved all the attention Fluttershy was giving her, and she subtly shifted her legs so that the animal lover could see more.

“Mm…that’s good, darling,” she said encouragingly, “your pussy is ever so soft and gentle. But…perhaps you might go…just a little faster?”

“Oh, goodness,” Fluttershy said, “I…I mean, I guess I could…or at least, I could try.”

Rarity turned back around and felt Fluttershy’s hips begin to increase in velocity. Soon enough, they were smacking into her, and both girls felt pleasure and warmth like they’d never known before. A beautiful new sexuality pulsated through them both, lighting up their session and creating a sense of wonder between them. Their eyes went wide as they made love, each one groaning and squealing. Their cares were gone. Their friends suddenly became extremely distant. They were simply two naked girls enjoying the warm sand, bright sunshine, and each other. Their moans turned slightly louder as Fluttershy bent further over Rarity’s beautiful butt.

It was a gorgeous sight, and she felt all her nerves wash away. She didn’t care who bore witness to this anymore. She just wanted to be lost in this new world with Rarity. So, she grabbed onto one of the butt cheeks that presented itself to her. The skin was as soft as the many blankets she still slept with, and she firmly entrenched her fingers in it. She rubbed her index finger northward, getting closer and closer to Rarity’s back. Then, as the fashionista groaned and cursed beneath her, she would move back southward. She smiled as she did her work, loving every single smack that her crotch made against Rarity’s.

She didn’t say anything, but narrowed her eyes and began to move her operation nearer to Rarity’s crevice. Once there, she groped about, moving her finger up and down the canyon. She gingerly felt the inside of her friend’s posterior, rubbing her invasive digits up and down the cheek’s interior. Rarity begged her for more, even going so far as to order her to shove her fingers into her anus. Fluttershy acquiesced, gently poking herself into Rarity’s delicate hole. The fashion lover moaned deeply as, for the first time, she felt something go into the portal rather than exit. She had never been fingered in the ass before, and it felt so amazing, she thought she might scream.

Then Fluttershy removed her index finger and jammed her middle finger deep inside. She told Rarity which of her digits was in there, and the fashionista responded by dragging her over a shoulder and kissing her deeply. She told her how naughty she was, and Fluttershy simply smirked. Her animal had been unlocked and she completely gave in to her lust. She began to rut Rarity furiously, smacking their lower halves together as if the world depended on it. The girls howled their pleasure to the sky, and it was a shock that nobody even bothered to investigate.

Wave after wave of absolute wonder slammed into their bodies. Fluttershy felt the sudden need to begin hitting Rarity. So she removed herself from her partner’s asshole, and began spanking her. When her hand met Rarity’s ample butt cheek, she would grab on and dig her nails into the skin, earning a screech from in front of her. Rarity would call her a “bitch” and a “whore,” but she didn’t care. All of her previous nervousness had completely disappeared. She held control over someone’s sexual dealings, and she absolutely loved it.

“MM! OH! SHIT!” Rarity cursed, “OH! HIT ME AGAIN!”

Fluttershy nodded and moaned as her vagina crashed into Rarity’s once again. She raised her hand higher than ever and brought it down upon the white posterior, earning another round of name calling. She felt the disgrace that her parents had warned her of…but…it actually felt good. She wanted Rarity’s body, and she needed the foul language that emanated from her gorgeous lips. Every time their privates made acquaintance with each other, a new sensation swept through her mind. It was overwhelming, yet completely subdued. It was hot and cold. It was right and wrong. It was anomalous to a fault, but, somehow, it made complete sense. It was in that moment of physicality that Fluttershy broke through to a new level of friendship with Rarity.

The girls went full boar for a few minutes. Rarity was the more vocal of the two, calling Fluttershy every name in the book and decreeing that it was the dirtiest thing she’d ever been a part of. But the yellow girl didn’t allow the fashionista to have the last laugh. She began reciprocating the sexually charged insults, enjoying her own unleashed meanness way more than she should have. It was so satisfying to be so free with one of her friends, and through it all, she never felt like she was bullied or being a bully. She felt a mutual love pierce through the lusty atmosphere, and she suddenly bent down and kissed Rarity harder than she’d ever kissed anyone.

The throes of orgasm shook both of them simultaneously as they screamed into each other’s mouths. Their tongues were wound together, and Rarity felt like it was the greatest experience of her life. Her mind exploded as pictures of Fluttershy’s glorious nudity ran rampant throughout her synapses. She had done it. She had managed to have sex with the most nervous and fearful girl in their entire school. Not only that, but it had been a truly magical experience and Fluttershy had been in control most of the time. It wasn’t exactly true to the fashionista’s original plans for the day, but as she went with the flow, she found something unbearably exciting.

This is what I wanted, Rarity thought as she took Fluttershy in her arms and deepened their kiss, I…wanted to fuck Fluttershy. No…I wanted her to fuck me. Now…I want everyone else to fuck me. Oh, Fluttershy…I meant to come here and find boys to have sex with. But now…I see…I want so much more than that. Thank you, darling. Thank you.

Seducing a Rainbow...

Rarity and Fluttershy put on their swimsuits and emerged from behind their rocky mating sight to see that everyone had made their way to where the blankets were spread out. Rainbow Dash and Applejack had stuck their surfboards nearby and were raving about the waves they’d caught. Pinkie was returning from the snack shack with treats galore, and Twilight was dozing under the sun. Rarity thought that she looked quite beautiful with her glasses off and lots of her flesh exposed. One sexual conquest for the day was simply not enough. She suddenly thought ravenous thoughts about her purple friend. She had accidentally seen her changing clothes once before, and the experience ran through her mind once again.

Patience, Rarity, she thought, Twilight is the cream of this crop. We’ll have to work our way there.

“Has anybody seen Sunset Shimmer?” She asked aloud as she and Fluttershy returned, “I thought she said she’d meet us here.”

“I haven’t,” Rainbow replied, before gawking at Rarity’s swimwear, “and…what the ever loving hell are you wearing, Rarity?!”

“Oh, this?” Rarity asked, twirling about. “It’s just something I…threw together.”

“Threw together is right!” Applejack said, “I’m all fer two pieces, but…that just ain’t right.”

Rarity reveled in the attention as all of her friends turned their eyes towards her. She shamelessly modeled her extreme swimwear, turning this way and that and knowing exactly where they were looking. But she didn’t care. She loved showing her body, and the fact that they were her closest friends made things even more exciting. She had just finished orgasming in a heavenly way, yet she felt her vagina go wet once again. It was begging for more, and Rarity was zeroing in on a certain rainbow haired target. She had always had a thing for Dash’s athletic, lithe body and smooth blue skin, and she wanted so desperately to touch it. Her animal reawakened, and she suavely sat down next to her potential partner.

“Oh, Dashie…” she said, narrowing her blue eyes to slits, “…could you slather some sunscreen on my back?”

“Um…uh…” Dash said, mesmerized by her friend’s beauty, “…sure.”

Rarity chuckled and lay on her stomach, undoing the string that held her tiny top up. She held her face upwards so she could see and grabbed a nearby bottle of SPF-30. She gave it to Dash, and the other girl popped the lid open. Her blush was severe as she slowly began layering the viscous liquid over Rarity’s near perfect skin. Every brush brought Dash closer to some kind of nirvana she didn’t know she wanted to experience. Yet, she also knew that she’d wanted this to happen for a long time. Ever since she’d met Rarity, she’d had something of a crush on her. She hated fashion with a passion, but she loved the girl who created such beautiful things for them all to wear. She loved Rarity’s generous spirit and her willingness to help her friends.

She finished layering the sunscreen on and then began to rub it. The moment quickly turned sensual, and she had to fight the urge to masturbate openly. The other girls didn’t seem to notice the change and, instead, turned to raving about Fluttershy’s new swimwear. They were all rather proud of her for stepping out of the wetsuit, and she smiled and blushed at each new compliment. She even jiggled her breasts subtly, and Rarity got a rather enjoyable view of the whole thing. The fashionista knew that Fluttershy was looking for more fun, and she had turned on a very charming side to herself.

Well, it seems that we’ve broken through some sexual barriers today, Rarity thought as Dash’s tender touch continued, mm…and now Dash’s expert application of this sunscreen. Oh! This is gonna be a heavenly afternoon! Perhaps…I might get to experience a threesome or foursome with my friends! That would be DIVINE!

“Hey, everyone!” A new voice chirped as Sunset Shimmer made her appearance. She took a look at the changes that had happened and smiled somewhat awkwardly. “Um…nice bikini, Fluttershy.”

“Thanks, Sunset,” Fluttershy said.

“To be frank, I’m a little shocked to see you out of the wetsuit.”

“Well, a friend really encouraged me and I just decided to…show more of me, I guess,” Fluttershy said as her blush returned, “but this may not be a regular thing.”

“It doesn’t have to be,” Twilight said, “we won’t ever judge you for what you do or don’t wear.”

“Well…I must admit, the sun feels great on my skin,” Fluttershy said, “but, Sunset, didn’t you notice anything else?”

“Now that you mention it, I did,” Sunset said, “anyone care to tell me why Rainbow’s rubbing sunscreen on Rarity’s back?”

“Darling, you know how badly I burn,” Rarity responded, “and Dash was kind enough to offer her assistance in the matter. It’s simply rubbing sunscreen. Nothing more, nothing less.”

“So…what exactly are you wearing?” Sunset asked, looking towards the string running up Rarity’s posterior crevice.

“Haven’t you ever seen a thong before, darling?”

“Of course, I have,” Sunset said, “I happen to own a few that I wear to school.”

“Well, then, you should know what this is.”

Sunset grimaced a bit. “But…um…none of mine are quite so…revealing.”

“Do they show off your butt?” Rarity asked bluntly.

Sunset recoiled a bit, but quickly came back around. “Yeah, they do. But at the same time, I don’t exactly hold my skirt up for all the world to see.”

“Darling, let me ask you this,” Rarity said, “why do you wear them?”

Sunset blushed and she regretted bringing the subject up. “Well…I just…kinda like the way they feel.”

“Mm-hmm,” Rarity said knowingly.

Sunset frowned. She wasn’t stupid or ignorant, and she knew exactly what Rarity was talking about. That being said, she didn't like it one bit. As with Fluttershy beforehand, she found them in bad taste. After all, she and Flash Sentry had been back together for a few months, and she didn’t want anything to turn her mind from him. She prided herself on her loyalty to her man, and to her friends. The very idea of disgracing either was repulsive. But, there was nothing she could do, so she unwrapped the towel around her bottoms and revealed her black and orange bikini. There was something about the suit that she’d always loved, and she thought it matched her attitude perfectly. Fiery, yet somewhat...subtle.

Meanwhile, Rainbow’s hands continued their delicate work. Rarity moaned quietly underneath her, and she turned her head to look at her friend. She admired Dash’s long, beautiful legs and her bare midriff. Her lower half was coated in a rather sexy pair of board shorts, and her top matched her hair color. Rarity loved it all, but she’d love it even more if she could be privy to a stripping show. She undressed Rainbow Dash with her eyes, picking her spots and assaulting the most sensitive.

“Dashie,” she said quietly as she re-tied her top and sat up, “how would you like to have some fun?”

Dash narrowed her eyes and smiled. “I don’t think you mean a surf session.”

“Not at all, darling…”

...Surfing a Rainbow

Rarity took Rainbow Dash over to the nearby surf shack. They entered and passed all the boards, wax, and other various things that surfers might need. Dash was in awe of the entire store, but Rarity could have done without it. She didn’t say that about too many shops, but this one just spoke complete drabness. She preferred what she called the “fabulousness” of 5th Avenue in Manhattan. There weren’t any mannequins dressed in the newest and swankiest styles in this old surf shack. But, it did hold one of the best secret spots to have sex: an old bathroom.

Before they arrived, Dash said she needed to do something real quick, and she ran off. She noted how confused Rarity was and she loved it. Feelings of control were already coursing through her lithe body. She knew this surf shack well, even though it could be considered a labyrinth to others. It was a bit of organized chaos, as boards of all shapes and sizes imposed themselves on the shopper. Other things were strewn about in a manner where a grizzled veteran might find them, but a first time rookie would be lost in the metaphorical woods. But Dash knew that this store had a secret, and she was going to take full advantage of it.

Meanwhile, Rarity waited on Dash to return and felt the call of nature. So, she entered the stall and slowly pulled down her tiny bottoms. She felt a rush of adrenaline at the thought that Dash might walk in on her, so she made an effort to ensure this would happen. She left the stall unlocked and grabbed a small bit of toilet paper. Utilizing her rather impressive folding skills, she created a small arrow and placed it on the floor underneath the door. She knew Dash wouldn’t be able to resist what was inside, and she was counting on her friend’s lust to be the catalyst for something truly amazing.

When Dash returned, Rarity’s plan went into action. It worked more perfectly than she ever thought possible. The rainbow haired girl walked right in on her, narrowing her eyes lustily when she saw the nearly naked fashionista. She giggled as she watched a beautiful stream go from Rarity’s folds into the water below. Then, without warning, she suddenly kneeled and began allowing Rarity to urinate into her open mouth. She loved the taste but, more than that, she loved that it was Rarity doing it. The fashion lover moaned as the golden river drove itself into Dash’s maw, where it was immediately spat out to make room for more.

“I’m not swallowing it,” Dash said playfully.

“Mm…I don’t want you to,” Rarity responded with the same manner, “I just love seeing it in there. But, I’m all finished, so we might want to proceed.”

Dash smiled and got up, slowly removing her hat and putting her hair down. Then, she began the process of stripping for Rarity. The weekend webcam shows she hosted played well into this laborious event. Stripping was an art form, and Rainbow Dash was the equivalent of Picasso. First, she drug her finger tantalizingly across Rarity’s cheek, leaving small scratches wherever she could. Pain was a big part of her sexuality, and she loved being able to share it with one of her closest friends.

Once this was completed, she drug the same finger through her top and lowered one strap, silently telling Rarity that she had earned it. Then, she moved down through the neckline of her top and snapped it against her skin a few times. She noted the jolt each one gave Rarity, and the beautiful high school senior looked as if she were about to pop. Dash chuckled and finally removed her top, exposing a pair of small breasts to Rarity’s adoring sight. She then slowly untied her board shorts and shook her hips while pulling them to the ground, revealing some bright blue bikini bottoms.

“Oh, darling!” Rarity said as her heart skipped a beat, “you naughty girl…”

“I always wear these under my board shorts,” Dash explained, “if anything, you’re the naughty one. I mean, you’re basically wearing confetti.”

“Mm…but you like it, don’t you?”

“Of course, I do!” Dash exclaimed, “now, get your beautiful ass over here and kiss me!”

Rarity practically leapt to her feet and the girls made out furiously. Tension had been building between them for months, though they could never find the right time to let it out. They tried the bathrooms in school, the fields out back, and even made pilgrimages to each other’s homes. But it never failed that, when they were down to their underwear or even topless, someone would walk by and ruin the whole thing. They’d been punished multiple times for their attempts at gratification. But now, they could fuck in peace. Well…relative peace, anyway, for their kiss quickly turned into a ripping and tearing session. Simply put, Rarity ripped the bottoms off Dash’s waist, and Dash tore into Rarity’s breasts with her fingers.

“Oh, fuck, it hurts so good!” Rarity exclaimed, “your nails are just the right length, Dashie!”

“You’d better fuck me hard,” Dash commanded, “otherwise, I just might have to dig these nails into your pussy…”

Rarity didn’t need a further invitation. Unlike her previous session with Fluttershy, which had started softly and ended on a hardcore high note, this one would be hard throughout. So, she threw Dash up against the door and began tribbing with all the strength she could muster. Dash grunted, moaned, and squealed at each new sensation that shot up and down her nude body. She secretly loved it whenever her partner took control of a session, almost as much as she loved controlling someone. Either way, it was radical and extreme, and she adored every second of it. Rarity’s pussy gleamed as it crashed down on hers, leaving her breathless every time.

“Ugh! Oh! Fuck me, Rare, fuck me, you whore!” Dash cried, “mm! Yes! God fucking damnit, that feels good! Oh, fuck me with that hot cunt!”

“Yes! Yes, I’ll fuck you, Dashie! I’ll fuck you hard!” Rarity shouted back, “I’ll fuck you so fucking hard you piece of dog shit!”

Dash adored the insult. In fact, one of her fetishes was to be handcuffed to a bed while either a boy or a girl shoved a dick in her anus and called her names. She might not have been experiencing her ultimate fantasy, but this was the next best thing. The dingy lighting, the dirty bathroom, and Rarity’s crotch slamming into hers over and over again. Dash was in heaven, and she closed her eyes and allowed Rarity to be completely free with her.

You fuck me good, Rarity, she thought, because when you finish…I’ve got a little surprise for you.

Rainbow's Surprise

Rarity wailed away on Rainbow Dash and both girls howled and screamed. It made the fashionista feel a little odd, considering the location of the rutting, even though she had chosen it. She didn’t know that Rainbow would be so loud, and she quietly hoped that her friend would lose the use of her vocal chords. Her screams were incredible to hear, and the passion on her face was wondrous to behold, but at the same time, Rarity did not wish to be caught in such a compromising position. She silently cursed herself for not mulling things over thoroughly, and thinking with her pussy instead of her mind. Each time their folds brushed, a new scream would accompany it, and Rainbow’s filthy mouth didn’t do them any favors.

Still, though, it felt amazing. It was like…floating on a cloud while being assaulted by the most gorgeous sunset one had ever seen. Harshness, beauty, depravity, stillness, peace, joy, serenity, anger, all were felt each time their vaginas danced. Considering the vast puddle of emissions that each girl was leaving on the floor, it was almost as if their lower halves had grown tear ducts and were weeping with delight. Rainbow Dash’s vagina was a sight to behold, with a little strip of pubic hair running right up the top, matching Rarity’s to a T. She wondered where her beloved friend had gotten her waxing done, as it appeared to be expertly performed.

“Darling…ugh…oh…fuck…where…did…you get…waxed?” She asked as she pounded away breathlessly.

“Is…now…really the time…for such…a question?” Dash asked.

“Yes, sweetheart…” Rarity gasped, “…it is. Your…pussy…looks…fantastic!”

Rainbow didn’t answer, but backed away, leaving Rarity whimpering for more. The athlete smirked as she wound her way behind Rarity and bent down to where her board shorts lay. She quietly retrieved a little surprise for her fashion loving friend, hiding it behind her back in order to create even more suspense. She softly moved her hand through Rarity’s beautiful purple hair, bending strands up to her nose in order to sniff them. They smelled so sweet, and it nearly drove Dash insane. But she calmed herself, knowing that this was all part of the process, and slowly bent Rarity over at the waist.

“Mm…you really think my little kitty looks so good?” She asked in a voice that would make a snake blush.

“Yes, I do!” Rarity cried, “it’s probably the most beautiful vagina I’ve ever seen!”

Rainbow smirked. “Fine, I’ll tell you who does my waxing…I do.”

“You…do?”

“Mm-hmm, and I don’t do it traditionally, either. Every single part of me has to be ready for high speed and high maneuverability at a moment’s notice. So, I just sneak a bottle of wax into school, and utilize the facilities. I take some duct tape with me and…RIP…it’s gone before I’m able to scream.”

Rarity was shocked. Just to think of such a method made her skin sore. She couldn’t believe that Rainbow Dash was so masochistic in her efforts to remove pubic hair. But, at the same time, it did seem rather kinky. Perhaps Dash got some sick sexual thrill out of ripping her hair off with duct tape. Maybe those videos that Rarity tried to watch that featured hooks, chains, whips, and other implements made more sense than she thought. She suddenly wanted to try it, and she turned back to see Rainbow parting her butt cheeks.

“Oh, my stars, Rainbow!” Rarity gasped, and then turned on the sleaze, “surely, you aren’t going to lick my dirtiest body part, are you? Hm? Do you like my asshole?”

Dash didn’t answer, but ran her bright pink tongue over the hole, earning a sigh of delight from up front. If there was one thing the athlete loved to do, it was answer questions physically rather than verbally. This was no exception. Plus, Rarity’s question was borderline insulting. Of course, she loved her friend’s butthole! Why on Earth would she be running her tongue over it, running the risk of swallowing some leftover piece of fecal matter? Rarity’s anus was so delicate and tender, and it tasted amazing. Rainbow licked to her heart’s content, loving the moans that came from another beautiful hole.

“Oh, my Rainbow Dash…” Rarity moaned, “…lick me, darling. Oh, tongue me, baby. Tongue me…”

“Mm…licking you is fun,” Dash said, “but I think what I have in my hand will be more fun.”

“What’s that, darling?”

“Some duct tape and a little toy surfboard.”

Rarity gasped. She could put two and two together, and she realized that she’d been sexually double crossed. But, she too, could understand the process, and she went with the flow. As she looked toward the bathroom stall door, Dash placed three pieces of tape on her ass cheeks. Then, without warning, she ripped one off, earning a howl of pain. But at the same time, an odd sense of pleasure flowed through the fashionista. She begged Dash for more, and the athlete acquiesced, only this time, she ripped the tape off slowly. Every new tear was amazing to Rarity’s warped mind, and she screamed to the heavens.

“OH! YOU NASTY WHORE, RAINBOW!” Rarity squealed, “YOU’D BETTER RIP THAT THIRD PIECE OFF!”

“Oh, I’m just getting started,” Rainbow sneered, “in fact, I think you deserve a little vaginal tape.”

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!” Rarity cried, “oh, please, Rainbow! Please! I’m such a bad girl! I’m such a naughty girl! I deserve to have my pussy in pain! Please! Please! Put it there!”

Dash quickly ripped the third piece off Rarity’s butt, earning a howl of painful pleasure from the fashion lover. Then, she reapplied it over Rarity’s delicate folds, and began to torture her with it. She’d rip a part off, and then put it back, and then repeat the process. Fifteen times, she did this, eliciting screams that became higher and higher the closer Rarity got to her peak. Finally, Dash ripped the whole thing off, and Rarity’s scream was so full of pain and happiness that it became silent.

But Dash wasn’t done. She took the toy surfboard and commanded Rarity to suck on it. The eager fashionista hungrily gnawed on the plaything, turning it over and over in her mouth to ensure that it would smoothly slip into whatever hole it was meant to. When this was accomplished, Rainbow began to torture the white girl once again. She shoved it into her own vagina and began pleasuring herself, while disallowing Rarity from any access to happiness. Rarity begged Rainbow for it, but the blue girl just shook her head. She was in control of this situation, and that was the way she liked it.

“Oh, fuck you, Rainbow!” Rarity suddenly yelled in anger.

“Oo…getting testy, are we? Do you want the little surfboard in you?”

“YES! YES!” Rarity cried, “please, shove it in me! In my mouth, in my pussy, in my ass, I don’t care! I just want it in me!”

“Alright,” Dash said, “but remember, you asked for it…”

Punished By a Toy Surfboard

Rainbow Dash wasted no time in jamming the toy into Rarity’s maw. It was so much more mind blowing the second time around, because it had been in Dash’s most sensitive area. A thick layer of her sexual emanations coated the plastic implement, and Rarity reveled in its taste. It was as sweet as honey dripping from the comb, and the fashionista would have survived a thousand bee stings in order to taste it. Yet, it also carried a decidedly high level of salt, though for Rainbow Dash, that was probably normal. She was salty about a lot of things, and stories had gone around the high school that she once punished a member of the winning team simply because they had won.

“Oo, Dashie,” Rarity cooed when the toy was removed, “your pussy juices taste so good…”

“Do they?” Dash sneered, “well, then, have a face full of them!”

She drove her naked crotch into Rarity’s face and began grinding away. Rarity groaned and suckled as she was commanded to by her new mistress. She loved being treated in such a manner. Dash’s abusive movements were accompanied by a sparkle of true care that proved just how tremendous the whole thing was. Truth be told, it was something of a tenuous farce, but at the same time, the strength with which the performers threw themselves into it was incredible. It almost felt as if they gained a new kind of power, like something supernatural wanted them to keep going.

Rarity was in heaven every moment Dash’s beautiful gem slashed its way across her open mouth. The movements might have been erratic, but they were unbelievable all the same. Dash didn’t have a set pattern to how she moved her hips. She moved north, then south, then east, then north again, then west, and so on until Rarity had a coating of juice all over her nose and cheeks. She then removed her vagina, leaving the fashionista whimpering, and bent down to clean her. She tenderly licked all over Rarity’s face, loving the accompanying vocalizations that such an act procures.

“You want it?” She whispered into Rarity’s ear, pointing to the toy surfboard.

“Punish me, bitch,” Rarity said as she suddenly slapped Dash’s face.

The athlete was stung by the maneuver, but instantly sneered and slapped Rarity back. The fashionista begged for more, so Dash took to smacking her breasts. Each time that her rugged hand met the delicate bosom, the scream became louder. The blue girl picked up the toy surfboard and began to rub it over the areas she’d just abused. Rarity gave her a pleading look, but she knew how to draw things out. So, she grabbed the roll of duct tape and forced Rarity to bend over the toilet behind them with her anus and pussy sticking out. Then, she tied the designer’s hands together and placed strips of tape over her sensitive areas. She even taped Rarity’s mouth shut, forcing her to breathe through her nose. But Rarity didn’t care. She screamed and cursed into the tape, wanting Dash to punish her even more.

So Dash acquiesced and ripped three of the pieces off her breasts. Tears came to Rarity’s eyes, but she loved the pain. Her twisted mind gave birth to a demented sense of pleasure and she wiggled her backside a bit. Rainbow Dash smiled and jammed two fingers deep into the white girl’s asshole. Rarity let out what would have been an ear piercing shriek as she was invaded, but she backed herself even further onto Dash’s digits. The athlete didn’t have to do any work as Rarity rode her fingers, letting out moan after moan of delight.

This is so fucking incredible! The designer thought, I’m fucking Dash’s fingers! Oh, god, they feel so good in my anus! Wait…did I really just say something feels good in somewhere so…improper? Oh, fuck the proper! I wanna be naughty with Dash! Oh, Dash, please, jam that surfboard in me! You know where I want it!

Rainbow seemed to read Rarity’s mind, as she picked up the surfboard with her free hand and shoved it deep into her pawn’s pussy. By this point, Rarity’s voice had worn itself thin and she was simply too tired to moan any further. But that doesn’t mean she didn’t get some amazing jolts of pleasure from the act. It was so intense, in fact, that it nearly caused a complete deprivation of her consciousness. She was a bad girl, and she deserved every ounce of punishment Dash was giving her. If that caused her to faint or become dizzy, so be it. She just wanted Rainbow to continue giving her these massive doses of happiness. She would never feel complete until Dash had properly fucked every hole she had.

“Fucking hell, Rarity,” Dash said, “you are pouring liquid back here. I think someone wants to cum. Hm? You wanna cum, pet? You wanna cum?”

“MMMPH! MMMMPH!” Came Rarity’s tired, yet affirmative, reply.

“Alright,” Dash said, “come on…cum for your Dashie…cum for me, baby, cum for me…”

Rarity couldn’t take it anymore. The pain, the tape, the miniature surfboard in her pussy, and Dash’s gentle cooing. She was driven over the edge, and she squealed into her silver gag as she felt the sweet rush of release. Her adrenaline was on high, and she could honestly say that she’d never felt such freedom before. Even though she was the punished and Dash was the punisher, she felt her independence rise. She could decide her own sexuality, and she loved her new morbidity. She breathed deep as she felt Dash rip the tape off her body, leaving harsh red marks all over. It was a twisted sign of care to Rarity, and she silently treasured each new symbol.

“Wow,” she said when Dash finally removed the tape from her mouth and untied her hands, “that…was…amazing.”

“Heh,” Dash chuckled, “I didn’t know you were into such kinky stuff, Rare.”

“Neither did I, darling!” Rarity exclaimed, “but…the way you taped me up and the way you shoved that toy into my vagina…I was just in awe of the whole thing!”

Dash smiled. “I’m glad you enjoyed it, but I think it’s time we put our clothes back on and went back to the others. Something tells me this isn’t your final sexual adventure for the day.”

“Oh, darling, you’ve no idea what I have planned,” sneered the fashionista.

An Apple and A Diamond

Rainbow Dash and Rarity returned to their group of friends, each individually satisfied with the way the preceding events had turned out. Rainbow wore a smile such that she’d never known before, and she felt a little more wiggle enter her hips. She thought about pulling the same trick Rarity had and seducing one of her other friends, but then she realized the strain it might put on their friendship. They might not be as willing to mate as Rarity had been. To be blunt, Rarity was a secretive slut, and Rainbow couldn’t see her other friends acting in such a manner.

She went and sat down next to Fluttershy. She attempted to be inconspicuous as she gently ran her hands across her sensitive area. The soreness she felt there was real, and she knew it was the aftermath of terrific sex. But still, she felt a little bit of hypocrisy in the manner with which the deed was performed. How could something that felt so amazing in the moment turn into such an annoyance afterward? She couldn’t answer that question, so she continued swiping her hand across her crotch. Her attempts at disguising it worked on all of her friends except one…the only other one with which Rarity had been intimate.

Fluttershy scooted close to Rainbow and gently placed her hands on the athlete’s shoulders. Her warm breath accosted Dash’s neck, and the blue girl felt a familiar tingling sensation enter her body. She instinctively squeezed her legs together as visions of Fluttershy’s nakedness passed before her eyes. She had seen the beautiful yellow damsel in her purest form before, as the two often shared a shower after gym class. But she’d never thought of her sexually. Now, with her soft touch, a cute pink bikini coating her tantalizing spots, and her amazing breathing technique, Dash was beginning to see her in a whole new way.

“She fucked you, didn’t she?” Fluttershy whispered crassly.

“That’s none of your business, Fluttershy,” Dash shot back, trying to hide her blush.

Fluttershy giggled. “Oh, I’m sorry…did I strike a nerve?”

“Alright, alright, alright,” Dash said as Fluttershy’s hand made its way down her arm, “yes, Rarity and I had some fun. Let’s leave it at that.”

“What did she do to you?”

“Fuck you, Fluttershy,” Dash said as her face went beet red.

Again, Fluttershy let out a cute giggle. “Come on, what did that sexy fashionista do to you?”

“It was more what I did to her,” Dash began…

“…and that’s how it happened,” Dash finished.

Fluttershy had gone from a sultry sexpot to a shocked spectator in a matter of moments. She knew Rarity enjoyed the rougher stuff, but she didn’t expect to hear a story like that! It made her own sensitive areas sore just thinking of having a plastic toy surfboard shoved deep inside them. But at the same time, she became incredibly wet about the vagina. She suddenly felt a deep need for personal satisfaction, so she slowly got up and excused herself from the group. Rainbow sneered and followed her, and they both ducked behind some rocks.

Meanwhile, Rarity was busily seducing her next victim. She had asked Applejack to accompany her on a stroll of the beach. The farm girl made it absolutely clear that she didn’t appreciate the designer’s willingness to flaunt her goods to the public. She found it horribly distasteful, and basically commanded her to cover up. In fact, she wouldn’t even consider going on the aforementioned walk until Rarity put on a beach jacket. So, grudgingly, the fashionista had relented and coated herself in what Applejack considered proper. A few choice words flew through her mind when the jacket hid her most beautiful body parts, but she repressed them. She was going to mate with Applejack whether the farmer liked her swimsuit or not.

“Oh, it’s just gorgeous today!” Rarity exclaimed as they walked up the sand.

“Yeah, it’s rather pretty, I reckon,” Applejack drawled, “especially now that yer not a-gallivantin’ around in that getup. Really, Rarity! Do you wanna get arrested?!”

“I wouldn’t have gotten arrested!” Rarity said sharply, “my nipples, pussy, and butt were all properly covered.”

“By two strings and a piece of napkin!” Applejack snarled.

“I beg to differ, darling! It was THREE pieces of napkin!” Rarity huffed back.

The two good friends, yet still bitter rivals, glared at each other as their peaceful stroll suddenly stopped. Rarity’s seductive side was doing battle with her practical side. On the one hand, Applejack had insulted her sense of fashion and her right to pick and choose what she wanted to wear. On the other, the moment was perfect for a little playtime. The part of the beach they were on was completely deserted, and the warm sand just begged for them to bury their nude bodies in it. She knew that it was a long shot, but the time could not have been more perfect.

Let’s see… Rarity thought, …how will I…? Oh, I know!

“Darling,” Rarity said aloud, “you do know you’re wearing bikini bottoms, right?”

“Well, at least mine function the way they’re supposed to! My keister and my unmentionables are all covered as thick as the treetops in autumn.”

“Wow…having trouble making country references, Applejack?”

“I ain’t havin’ no trouble, no how!” Applejack snapped, “my biggest problem is ensurin’ that y’all don’t get in any legal trouble!”

Rarity narrowed her blue eyes to slits and slowly slipped the jacket off, revealing her micro swimwear in all its stunning glory. She jiggled her breasts a bit, and loved how much Applejack blushed at the sight. She smiled as she wound her way around the farmer, slowly reducing her to a blubbering mess. Her pussy became even wetter than it had with Rainbow Dash, and she was able to finally work Applejack onto her back. She gingerly took the country gal’s trademark hat off and put it aside.

“Darling, do you really think I’ll get in any kind of trouble?” She cooed, batting her eyes.

“I-er-uh-w-eh-th-ju-“ Applejack stammered, mesmerized by the sudden sight.

“That’s what I thought,” Rarity said, “now, if you’ll accompany me over behind those boulders, we can have some real fun.”

Stripping Behind The Rocks

Unlike the rough things she had experienced with Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash, Rarity’s next sexual conquest was built on love. She slowly and tenderly led Applejack behind the nearby rocks, cooing into her ear as she did so. A smile spread across her face as she saw her friend/rival’s face go bright red. She knew of the secret crush that Applejack harbored, and she was going to see to it that it was fulfilled. The way she moved was sleek and sophisticated, almost like a mating dance most animals might do. Oh, and make no mistake about it, Rarity felt like an animal.

She swung her way around a mesmerized Applejack, twisting this way and that until she felt like she’d teased her enough. Then, shaking herself with the dexterity and experience of any proper stripper, she slowly undid the string that crossed her back. She could almost hear the sleazy saxophone music playing in the background, and she suddenly felt very burlesque. She held her arms up across her nipples as her tiny top fell to the sand, depriving Applejack of the view. She saw sweat bead up and begin to pour down the farm girl’s face, and her mouth was wide open. Rarity winked at her, drawing even more of the salty liquid out.

“R…Rarity?” Applejack asked in a shaky voice, “I ain’t never…seen somethin’ so…”

“Beautiful? Exquisite? Sexy?” Rarity asked in an attempt to fill in the blanks.

“All of the above,” Applejack said as she swooned a bit.

Rarity smiled, flashing her pearly white teeth to the smitten farmer, and she finally removed her arms. Her nipples danced before Applejack’s eyes, and she jiggled her breasts just so. The fantastical music became louder in her head as she turned and began jerking her hips left and right. She noted that Applejack’s gorgeous green orbs followed wherever they went, and she knew that her friend had finally gotten the sheer beauty of her swimwear. There were no longer any harsh words or deprecatory reprimands. There was only a sea of green watching Rarity’s bright white posterior pillow as it bounced up and down. The fashionista watched every move Applejack made, and she saw her hand reach into her bikini bottoms.

That’s it, darling, she thought, masturbate for me, baby…

As she continued watching, she saw Applejack begin instinctively rubbing at her nub. She decided to take the show to the next level and slowly undid one of her bottom strings. Applejack’s breathing slowly gained in rapidity until she was one puff shy of the average locomotive. The string torturously fell from Rarity’s beautiful hip, leaving the other one to hold her tiny thong in place. She turned about and allowed Applejack to watch as she undid the other string and let her micro swimsuit fall to the grains below. She stood proud in her nudity, loving every second that Applejack’s eyes pierced through her vaginal beauty.

“Mm…you like my body, don’t you, Applejack?” She asked with a voice that would allure even the most celibate person.

“Uh-huh…” Applejack said as she continued to tease herself, “…it’s…prettier…than…than…”

“How about, ‘prettier than an apple pie on Thanksgiving Day?’” Rarity cooed.

“I’d sure like to get a piece o’ yer pie,” Applejack said lustily.

“Mm…then take one.”

Rarity held her crotch over Applejack’s face, and the farmer took the opportunity. Her bright pink tongue flashed out, and she found herself face deep in the designer’s jewel. Rarity moaned as she felt the third session of her day officially begin. Stripping for Applejack was probably one of the most exhilarating experiences of her entire life. But having her secret crush eat her out was even more fun. She groaned as she brushed a hand through Applejack’s silky blond hair and pushed her face even deeper. She ground her teeth together as she urged the farm girl forward, constantly begging for her to press her smooth tongue further.

Meanwhile, Applejack was having the time of her life. She’d always thought Rarity was incredibly beautiful, and she’d even fantasized about her before. Once, during one of her many private masturbatory sessions, she had gotten on top of a pillow and rode it for hours. She called it by the designer’s name, and even shoved a fake penis into her ass and pretended that a hermaphroditic Rarity was fucking her. It was one of the biggest fantasies she’d ever thrown herself into, and she loved every single second of it. But, this? This was so much more. This was the real thing.

“I suppose y’all know that I’ve had a crush on ya for quite some time,” the farmer drawled as she removed her tongue.

“Yes! Yes! I know!” Rarity said desperately, “and I like you, too! Now, get that tongue back in there!”

So Applejack acquiesced, licking the sweet nectar up as it came pouring from Rarity’s gorgeous pink folds. She picked a hand up and began to pinch the sophisticate’s clitoris, earning even more amazing moans from above. Rarity began grinding herself along Applejack’s face, desperate for the beautiful release that an orgasm would provide. But none came, so she locked herself into a prison of pleasure, moving back and forth until she might find an escape. She suddenly felt her thighs being grabbed with tender care, and she let Applejack take control of the situation. She cooed, moaned, and sighed as the farm girl did her work.

“Oh, fuck, darling, where did you ever learn such an amazing tongue technique?”

“That’s easy,” Applejack said, “I watched porn with Big Mac.”

Rarity’s mouth nearly fell to the sand. “But…sweetness…your family’s just not like that.”

“Yeah? Well, I ain’t like them,” Applejack responded.

“But you gave me such grief over my swimsuit,” Rarity pointed out.

“…and it was wrong of me to do that. I’m sorry,” Applejack said sincerely, “I’s just tryin’ to save ya from embarrassment, that’s all.”

Rarity smiled. “Oh, darling, I wouldn’t have been embarrassed. I like being nearly naked when coming to the beach. In fact, I wish this were a nude beach. That way, we could skip the suits and get straight to the sex!”

Applejack smirked. “But then I wouldn’t have been privy to such an amazin’ strip show.”

“True, darling, true,” Rarity said, “and I wouldn’t get to see your gorgeous legs magnified in such a wondrous way.”

“Rare…why don’t you set yerself there where I was? It’s time I stripped for you.”

As Sweet as An Apple

Applejack began by placing her chateau atop Rarity’s head, and then giggling as she watched the fashion lover play with it. She shifted it this way and that, obviously uncomfortable at the thought of being in something less than fashionable. Her eyes read like a book, and they told Applejack that she was desperately trying not to appear rude. She may have been nude, but the incompatibility of the two words was blunt, even though they rhymed. Applejack smiled and reached down to adjust the hat, maneuvering it right over Rarity’s beautiful purple dome. The designer couldn’t help but smile back, and she pulled Applejack into a quick kiss.

When this was done, the farmer strutted her stuff. She bent over a rock and began to move her deliciously ample posterior. Rarity was mesmerized by the sight, following the ass first left and then right, imagining what it might taste like. She knew she would get to bury her tongue into Applejack’s delicate body parts at some point. All it required was a little patience, and a little sexual play on her part. So, she reached down and began masturbating openly, moaning in an alluring fashion and peppering the events with some dirty comments.

“What an ass, Applejack,” she groaned, “it’s…perfect.”

“Sh…” The farmer said as she turned back around and placed a tender finger on Rarity’s lips, “…y’all just set there and keep rubbin’ yer dirty area for me.”

She backed away and began playing with her top. The thing that separated hers from a regular bikinis was its complete coverage. It looked as if someone had taken a wetsuit, slashed it in half, and given it to her. It was bright blue save for the red apple that bedecked its chest area. That was where Rarity found her eyes wandering as Applejack began slowly rolling her top up and over her petrifyingly beautiful breasts. Rarity silently thanked some kind of sexual deity that her friend wasn’t wearing anything underneath her oddly practical top. She continued moaning and rubbing herself as the farm girl jiggled her breasts in an irresistible manner. The pillows moved as if they were a written invitation to the designer.

Come play with us, they begged, touch us…move us…drink from us…

“Oh! Oh! Applejack! Your boobs…!” Rarity moaned as she brought herself ever closer to an orgasm.

“What about my knockers?”

“They’re so gorgeous, darling! Your nipples are visions of pink perfection, and they’re just the right size! Oh, fuck, I need to touch them!”

“Well…what’s stoppin’ ya?”

Rarity slowly rose and shook some of the sand from her naked butt. Then, she maneuvered close to Applejack, pulling the farmer into a deep kiss and fondling her affectionately. Her breasts were magnificent, and they felt like silken clouds in the designer’s grasp. She felt something more for Applejack than just superficial lust, and thus, she wanted to go further. Punishments and rough play were out of the question. This was lovemaking, and Rarity intended to prove that. So, she gingerly pulled the rest of Applejack’s top off and latched on to one of the pink peaks. She gently toyed at it with a few of her teeth, trying desperately to open them and feed. She’d already been breastfed once that day, but that was when she was devouring Fluttershy’s lust. This feeding would be different.

Applejack groaned as she held Rarity’s head close, loving the feel of another girl suckling from her teat. Her milk flowed, warm and sweet, into the fashionista’s mouth, and she reveled in the moans that came with it. She felt a certain sense of love and appreciation grow in the pit of her stomach, along with the standard lust that comes with such things. Her smile grew along with her care, and she slowly sat down on the rock behind her. Rarity continued to feed to her heart’s content, and Applejack simply moved her hands through the luscious purple forest that assaulted her eyes.

“I love this, Rarity,” she said, “I never knew you and I could be so…close.”

“I’ve been trying to tell you, darling,” Rarity responded, breaking her contact ever so slightly, “we could have done this a long time ago.”

“But I always ignored you,” Applejack said sadly, “and…I became cantankerous when you’d bring the subject up.”

Rarity smiled. “It’s better late than never, love. Now, shall I continue?”

“Please do…”

Rarity nuzzled the breast before returning to her feeding. She gulped down the delicious milk almost as if it were Applejack’s very essence. She loved the farmer, and she treasured their friendship. They were simply maneuvering it forward a level or two. All of their, admittedly small, inhibitions melted away and Applejack bent a hand underneath the naked girl on her lap. She began playing with Rarity’s vagina, entranced by the delicate feel in her hand. She continued flipping through Rarity’s hair with the other, and she thought she’d never felt something so utterly soft. It was more fun than bucking apples on the farm, and she bent her head back and just allowed things to flow as they needed to. She wanted desperately to remove her bottoms and show her own pussy to Rarity, but that would happen presently.

I just need to relax, she thought, and let my darlin’ Rarity feed. She’s so cute when she sucks like this. I wonder what she’d look like if…no, no, I can’t think like that. Still, though, she sure would look good with some guy’s penis in her mouth.

“Ya know,” she said, “watchin’ you suck stuff is a whole lotta fun.”

Rarity giggled. “Your country nature and simple way is so charming, darling. But, I assume you have reference to a man’s private area.”

“Kinda,” Applejack confessed, “I mean, seein’ you suckle my nipple is great, but watchin’ you blow some guy would be even more fun.”

“Perhaps…I don’t need to blow anybody.”

“Don’t ya want to?”

“Darling, I’m a naked girl. Of course, I want to!” Rarity exclaimed, “but…there aren’t any guys around. So, I’ll just have to do the next best thing.”

“What’s that?”

“Lick you, my dear!”

Finding Her Core

“I can’t believe I’m lettin’ ya do this to me,” Applejack breathed as she lay back on the rock behind her. The warmth of the stone comforted her, and she was very much willing to allow Rarity full access to her gem. She rubbed her hands through Rarity’s hair once again, reveling in the softness. As she watched, the designer began kissing around her collarbone and left a beautiful trail of shining saliva all the way down into her cleavage. She stopped there and kissed around the base of each subtly orange mountain, deepening her affection for the farmer with every last point of contact. She then gave each breast individual attention, fondling and kissing to her heart’s content.

“Why wouldn’t you believe it?” She asked as she used her teeth to play with a nipple, “I mean, it was bound to happen sometime.”

“What do ya mean by that?” Applejack queried with an odd look.

“Darling, we’ve liked each other for quite some time, now. It’s just that neither of us was willing to admit it.”

“I’ll admit it now,” Applejack said with a smile, “I think yer the prettiest girl I’ve ever laid eyes on. To be honest…that getup you were a-haulin’ around the beach…it damn near drove me to do somethin’ real embarrassin’.”

“Darling, were you going to play with yourself openly?!” Rarity asked with eyes wide. She was excited at the idea that her farmer friend was so allured by her swimwear. It had taken a little bit of work to get Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash interested enough to go further, but it seemed that Applejack had been harboring a secret. Now, it was all out in the open, and Rarity wanted nothing more than to gingerly pull down the blue bikini bottoms that covered Applejack’s feminine beauty.

“Yeah,” Applejack said, “I’s thinkin’ about whippin’ my hand down my bottoms there and just goin’ to town on myself. But then I remembered where I was, and how much pride I take in keepin’ a relatively clean image in front of my friends.”

“Darling, nobody would have judged you,” Rarity said as she cuddled with Applejack on the rock, “we’ve all done it before. As a matter of fact, I’ve already had sex with two of our friends today.”

“Rainbow Dash is a given,” Applejack said, “considerin’ the way she was rubbin’ that sunscreen on ya. But…who else?”

“Fluttershy,” Rarity whispered.

“Holy shit,” Applejack breathed, “you mean…ya got to see her…?”

“Mm-hmm!” Rarity squeaked cutely, “completely naked. Oh, darling, she was such a tremendous sight.”

“Was she good at it? The sex, I mean?” Applejack asked.

“She was amazing, and so was Dash,” Rarity said, “but I think it’s time you and I got it on.”

Applejack smiled and narrowed her eyelids as Rarity got on top of her. The two met in a kiss born of affection, love, and the tiniest dash of lust. For, after all, sexual dealings between humans are often catalyzed by such emotions. Rarity had already kissed her way below Applejack’s bountiful bosom, so she began there and smooched all the way to her waistline. Applejack moaned with each new brush of Rarity’s soft lips, and she suddenly felt a strong pair of jaws grab on to the rest of her swimsuit. She raised her head enough so that she could watch as Rarity used her mouth to slowly and tenderly remove the article of clothing. A cool breeze played with her clitoris, but she didn’t care. She was naked in front of Rarity, and a small dream of hers had finally come to pass.

Rarity wasted no time in diving into the delicious gem that accosted her face. She planted her tongue on the folds and ran it up and down a few times. Applejack took all the correct cues and moaned and fondled her breasts. Rarity reached down and began playing with her own clit as the sweet nectar of Applejack’s gorgeous core maneuvered into her mouth. She toyed with it a bit before swallowing it, happy with the idea that one of her best friends was allowing her to become more than that. It was almost like Applejack was giving away her essence for free, and Rarity was quickly becoming something of a leech. She enjoyed her parasitic ways, though.

She stuck her tongue so far into Applejack’s vagina that she elicited a heavy moan from above. She licked the walls and the amazingly soft internal flesh that came with it. More and more of Applejack’s sexual liquid poured into her mouth. But she felt no sense of urgency like with Fluttershy or Rainbow Dash. She didn’t feel the need to be dominated or to dominate. She simply allowed the flow to dictate where she and her new partner explored. She pulled out of Applejack’s pussy and kissed down the small path to her anus, digging her tongue deep inside and enjoying the taste of whatever had resided there previously. When she’d finished giving Applejack’s ass a thorough bath, she pulled out and got on top of her again.

“Wanna taste your butthole?” She asked.

“You bet yer sweet pussy, I do!” Applejack exclaimed.

Rarity bent down and the two shared a severe kiss, winding their tongues and moaning as one. Simultaneously, Rarity shifted into position and began slowly grinding away at her farmer friend. They broke apart and began moaning, cuddling into each other and getting very hands on. Rarity stuck her finger into Applejack’s pulsating asshole, and she received the same treatment. All of their lower holes were satisfied, and they felt as if they could go on forever. They nearly did, taking most of the next hour while they humped and enjoyed themselves. Their moans were kept to a minimum, because the sheer amount of pleasure they were experiencing was completely overwhelming.

“Mm…mm…oh…oh, I love your finger in my butt!” Rarity exclaimed as she ground away.

“I…had…no…idea you…were this good…at sex, Rare!” Applejack exclaimed as she pushed her finger further in.

The girls moaned, sighed, and kissed as they went along. Applejack had begun to move her hips in a beautiful sense of synchronicity with her partner. Their soft pussies made contact again and again, each time driving them to a new sense of pleasure and sexual nirvana. They felt as if they were floating on a cloud, and the fact that they were doing it so openly made it even better. The sun warmed their nude skin as they gently made love to each other. While they never outwardly professed the emotion, their eyes betrayed their feelings. They might have other sexual partners in life, but the love they felt for each other would last forever.

I’ve never felt such a luscious cunny, Rarity thought, I mean…is there such a thing as a perfect vagina? If so, then Applejack definitely has it! Fluttershy’s was soft, and Rainbow Dash’s was a little rough. But Applejack has the absolute crème de la crème! It’s soft, rough, delicate…oh…oh, I love it! Oh! She’s fucking me! I’m fucking her! It’s amazing! Oh, god…oh, shit…I…I…I…I’M GONNA CUM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

She let loose a deep moan and squirted heavily, creating a shimmering masterpiece upon Applejack’s crotch. Her legs wobbled a bit and she collapsed on her partner, feeling the farmer’s hands running through her hair once again. At the same time, Applejack continued pushing upward against her pussy. She moaned and grunted as she tried to experience the same feeling Rarity had. As the designer panted and looked on, Applejack’s eyes seemed to burst like fireworks as she finally drifted over the edge and entered the same beautiful abyss of sexual oblivion. The girls breathed and cuddled close to each other as the warmth of the sun seemed to justify their nakedness.

“That…was…amazin’!” Applejack said in a voice barely above a whisper.

“Indeed it was, my sweet loving AJ,” Rarity responded.

“Do you…love me, Rare?”

“Darling, of course, I do. I love you as a platonic friend.”

“No…I mean…more than that,” Applejack said, “I mean…like…as a mate.”

Rarity smiled. “Honestly, I don’t know. I’ve a monstrous crush on you and I love having sex with you. But…I mean…I love boys, too. I guess we’ll just have to be friends with a whole lot of benefits.”

“Can I exercise them benefits anytime I want?” Applejack asked with a smirk.

“Of course, darling,” Rarity said, “for I cannot think of a time when I would ever refuse to get to share my body with you.”

Tasty Morsels

Applejack and Rarity returned to the group, but earned some odd looks upon doing so. The two girls that the designer had already been intimate with were flustered at the sight of Applejack’s disheveled hair and Rarity’s crooked swimsuit. Even though it was tiny, the signs that it had been played with were unmistakable. Rainbow, in particular, was uncomfortable at the sight. She blushed severely as she imagined what dirty antics her friends might have been up to. Having her moment with Rarity was a lot of fun, and the idea that she might have been fooling around with another of their friends was almost too much to bear.

But then a small hand grasped hers and she was reminded of the beauteous session she’d had with Fluttershy just moments before. She turned and her yellow friend winked at her, subtly moving her hand towards the blue girl’s crotch. Rainbow’s blush deepened as Fluttershy began to play with her. She knew how to drive the athlete insane, and she did a terrific job of it. Her fingers brushed over Rainbow’s sensitive area, and the sports lover did all she could to hold in a moan or two. She silently begged someone to come and save her from this predicament. Thankfully, Pinkie took that moment to return from the snack shack with a mound of food.

“WHO’S HUNGRY?!” The pink one asked.

“Oh, thank goodness!” Rainbow said before noticing the disappointment on Fluttershy’s face. So, she smiled and bent over. “Later,” she whispered before subtly swiping her finger over the yellow girl’s crotch.

“Well, I don’t really know what that was about,” Pinkie said, “but I do know that I’ve got some amazingly delicious stuff here!”

She spread the mound out before their shimmering eyes. They were completely aghast at what had been put before them. How Pinkie managed to get such a delicious looking feast from the local snack shack was beyond them. Then again, a lot of what she did was beyond them. Their minds just couldn’t comprehend the sugary chaos that was Pinkie Pie. But, at that point, they were too hungry to care. So, they dug in. Nachos, burgers, French fries, cupcakes, and even pizza. All of it was wonderful, and soon enough, they sat back and groaned with satisfaction.

“Pinkie, that was about the most delicious stuff I’ve ever eaten!” Applejack raved, “it was tastier’n apple fritters on someone’s weddin’ day!”

“Darling, I have to concur,” Rarity said, daintily wiping some pizza sauce off her face, “the menu was simply divine, although I do prefer more a la carte options.”

“I didn’t get them from a cart, silly!” Pinkie said through a fit of giggles.

Rarity had to smile at Pinkie’s show of ignorance. It was extremely endearing. It wasn’t that the girl was stupid or moribund, she just didn’t understand the foreign language. Her cuteness spilled over into her attire and the designer suddenly found her next conquest. She had always admired Pinkie’s one piece swimsuit. It magnified the sexiness of her legs tenfold. Rarity growled internally and licked her lips before spying a spread of delicious looking cupcakes. A plan began forming in her mind. She knew that the small delicious denizens of dessert delight wouldn’t be the only sweet thing passing her lips in the next few moments.

For, after all, what goes better with cupcakes than…pie? She thought as she eyed Pinkie with hunger.

She got up and slowly maneuvered her way to the pink girl, sitting beside her and playing with her hair. “Darling, you simply must try braiding this!” She said with faux interest.

“I should?” Pinkie asked, “because…I really like it the way it is. It’s all frizzy and fizzy and fun! It represents me to a T, and I love being me!”

“While your self-confidence and self-acceptance are adorable,” Rarity said, “don’t you find that it gets in the way? Why not accompany me away from here and I could show you a thing or two? Then, when we finish, you can come back and dazzle everyone!”

Pinkie’s mind went into overdrive. She didn’t really want to leave her friends and the delicious spread, but at the same time, Rarity’s offer was rather sweet. Rejecting such a fun time with a friend could turn into disaster. Her brain, which had long ago become addicted to sugar and hyperactivity, tried to reason and make a decision. It was so difficult, but in the end, she just had to take Rarity’s deal. She couldn’t help it. Not accepting a friend’s kind offer was not in her wheelhouse. So, she got up and followed Rarity a good deal away from the group and back to where their cars were parked.

“What are we doing here?” Pinkie asked as Rarity unlocked her sedan.

“Oh, darling, I just need some things. Why don’t you get in the back seat and I’ll turn the air on?”

“The back seat? Is that where we’re gonna do it?”

Darling, you have no idea what you just said, Rarity thought with a snicker. Out loud, she said, “yes, sweetness, that’s where we’ll do it.”

So, Pinkie clambered into the spacious back seat and Rarity joined her presently. She shifted around so she could visually accost her next sexual meal, and she reached a hand around the party planner’s shoulder. Before Pinkie knew what was happening, she was pulled even closer. She began to blush as she saw just how little Rarity was wearing, and the look on the designer’s face wasn’t one of a friendly hair braiding session. She wanted something far more severe. Pinkie’s parents were extremely conservative when it came to such matters and had warned her of damnation should she participate in such activities.

“Um…Rarity…I don’t think-“

“Sh…sh…,” Rarity whispered, “…I know. It’s not exactly what you were expecting, but it is going to be fun, nonetheless.”

“But, Rarity! My parents…they…well, they…I mean…”

“I know, darling,” Rarity whispered, kissing Pinkie’s cheek, “but they aren’t here, and your swimsuit is simply divine. I wanna know what tasty treats are hiding underneath it.”

Fun with Dessert

Rarity slowly slipped out of her top, revealing the same bright pink nipples to Pinkie that she had to their other friends. Then, she tenderly laid the shocked party lover out on her back and gently lowered the straps of her one piece suit. Pinkie quivered a bit as she felt the fabric being removed, exposing her bare skin to the light. Her mind felt like it would explode as a battle raged within its depths. Her parents morals were on one side, and her basic animal instincts were on the other. It was a bloody affair, and no prisoners were taken. The more Rarity moved towards her bosom, the more her animalistic side took the lead. She let out a soft sigh as she felt the designer’s lips brush ever so tantalizingly against her neck. Then, she felt the middle part of her swimwear give way.

She squeaked a bit. “But…those…are…”

“Beautiful,” Rarity said, in reference to the two amazing mountains assaulting her vision, “just beautiful.”

She wasted no time in using her mouth to please Pinkie. She licked circles around the other girl’s nipples, reveling in the view as they stood at attention. As with Fluttershy, Pinkie’s sexuality needed a little help in coming out of dormancy. Rarity felt like some sort-of sexy hotel maid offering an equally sexy guest a wake-up call. She quickly nipped at Pinkie’s breast, loving the sharp breaths that came from above every time her teeth met. The bites were small, and they did just the right amount of damage. Pinkie’s walls were coming down, and Rarity looked up to see her narrow her bright blue eyes. The normally chipper and cheerful girl had given birth to a new level of sexual fun, and Rarity was well willing to go for a ride.

She gingerly kissed down Pinkie’s stomach, removing the hyperactive girl’s swimsuit as she did. When she arrived at Pinkie’s waist, she smooched around it and slowly pulled down the last part of the bathing attire. Pinkie squeaked once again, though this time, the shock was that she was completely naked. She instinctively attempted to cover herself, but Rarity stopped her. She got on top and pulled her surprised friend into a deeply affectionate kiss. She didn’t try the French method, either. She simply wanted her lips to speak of the care she felt for Pinkie. She heard her partner groan beneath her, and she knew that Pinkie was in absolute heaven. For that matter, so was she. Pinkie’s lips were the softest pair she’d been with yet.

“Mm…” she said as she broke apart, “…you know, Pinkie, they say that food can be used as an aphrodisiac.”

“An aphrodizzywhat, now?” Pinkie asked.

“An aphrodisiac,” Rarity purred, “it’s a kind of conduit that increases sexual stamina and the love between those participating.”

“I like love,” Pinkie said in a daze.

“So do I, my darling,” Rarity said, kissing Pinkie again, “and I think it’s high time we tried one of these aphrodisiacs.”

“But we don’t have any food,” Pinkie pointed out, though still somewhat out of it.

“Oh, yes, we do…” Rarity sang as she reached down into a bag she’d brought.

Somehow, she’d managed to sneak away some of the cupcakes, cookies, and other sweet treats from the spread Pinkie had brought. She now planned on using these all over both her body and Pinkie’s. Her mind whirled as she thought of rubbing cupcake frosting on Pinkie’s amazing breasts and then licking it off. The beating within her chest became resoundingly more rapid as she thought of sticking a cookie inside Pinkie’s pussy and then, quite literally, eating her out. She smiled as she removed her own bottoms and lay her nude body across Pinkie’s. The other girl cuddled close as Rarity removed a few cupcakes and cookies from their place.

“Cupcakes for a cutie,” she said lustily.

Pinkie smiled and opened her mouth, the battle inside her having subsided severely. Rarity picked up a delicious looking chocolate cake with blue frosting and slowly placed it into the portal. Pinkie took the cue and began chewing, looking at Rarity and ensuring that she was enjoying everything. Then, Rarity took an orange cake with pink frosting and smeared the coating on Pinkie’s left nipple. The pink one moaned as she felt the velvety substance all over her breast and she mentally begged for her other nipple to be attended in the same way. Rarity seemed to read her mind as she drug the cupcake over Pinkie’s cleavage and surrounded her other pink peak with the frosting.

“Oh, Rarity…lick it up…” Pinkie moaned.

Rarity giggled, but got down and did as she’d been requested. Her tongue was smooth as silk as she ran it around the frosting before finally licking through the fluffy forest. She grazed the tip of each nipple and marveled in the gorgeous sounds from above. Pinkie seemed to want more and more of Rarity, and Rarity wanted the same from Pinkie. So, she grabbed a nearby chocolate chip cookie and went down below Pinkie’s belt. The pink girl could put two and two together and practically ordered the fashionista to stick the delectable dessert straight into her. Rarity smiled and acquiesced, stretching Pinkie’s hole until it could make room for the makeshift plug.

“You like that cookie in your pussy?” Rarity asked with a wink.

“Yes! Yes!” Pinkie cried, “Oh, Rarity, it feels amazing in there! Please, leave it in for a minute! I wanna feel its crumbly goodness!”

“Mm…are you a good girl?” Rarity asked with so much allure that Pinkie thought she’d explode.

“Yes, I’m good! I’m a very good girl!” Pinkie shrieked, “please, keep it in there, Rarity! Oh, yes! I’m fucking the cookie! I’m fucking the cookie!”

Rarity chuckled and bent herself up over Pinkie. “I think it’s high time I got to fuck a cookie. Why don’t you put one in here?”

She offered her crotch to an ecstatic Pinkie Pie, who grabbed one of the circular creations and jammed it in as best she could. Rarity howled as a combination of pain and pleasure assaulted her mind. She was thoroughly excited by everything that happened in that split second, for it showed that Pinkie’s entire system of barriers had been broken. However, at the same time, she wished Pinkie would have taken a little more time shoving the cookie in. But it was no matter. Rarity enjoyed a little pain with her sex. But now, it was time to forget about that…because it was time for dessert. The patrons were ready, and the menu was very unique: pie with cookies on the side.

Pinkie's Pie

Oh, wow, this is beyond incredible, Pinkie Pie thought as she felt Rarity shift herself down towards her vagina, I’ve never been naked in front of someone before. But…I like it. Oh, why do I like it?! My mom and dad are gonna be so mad at me! They’ll probably condemn me to hell right then and there! Oh…why does Rarity have to be so darn attractive?! Oh! OH! OH! SHE’S LICKING ME!!!

Rarity took that moment to begin gently sucking the delicious cookie out of Pinkie’s equally delicious pie. The pink girl howled with pleasure, shoving herself ever further into Rarity’s mouth. She became desperate for the flick of her friend’s tongue, and the approving bat of those gorgeous blue eyes. She felt Rarity’s teeth begin to gnaw on her folds, slowly chewing both the cookie and her throbbing sexual organ. Her pleasure only grew from this, as the bites were far from painful. They were delivered with a sensuality that only Rarity could possibly provide.

“Holy…my…oh, I’m trying not to say a dirty word!” Pinkie shouted.

“Curse for me, darling,” Rarity growled, “say those naughty things. You know you want to, and there’s nothing wrong with it. Come on. Be dirty for me, Pinkie. Don’t think of your parents or their morals. It’s all about what you want. So, tell me, my pet, what do you want? Do you want to be some stuffy, repressed girl all your life…or do you want to live a little? Our bodies are an adventure, Pinkie, so why not come exploring with me?”

Pinkie was lost in Rarity’s amazing gaze, and she nodded groggily. “I…I wanna live,” she said, “I want you, Rarity.”

“I thought so,” Rarity purred.

She went back below Pinkie’s belt and continued to eat the meal provided there. Delicious crumbs from the circular dessert mixed with Pinkie’s amazingly sweet body fluids. It all came together marvelously on Rarity’s tongue and, like the professional she was, she swallowed without complaint. Her eyes narrowed to slits as she continued to lick and suck at Pinkie’s sensitive area, reveling in the shrieks from above. Her ears burned with the fire of Pinkie’s undiscovered sexual prowess, and her hands found their way to her own kitty. She began rubbing at her hard nub before moving down and feeling the cookie that Pinkie had stuck in there.

She moaned a bit as she finished administering the oral pleasure, and then maneuvered her way over Pinkie’s face. After seeing that Pinkie understood what to do, she knelt and felt her friend go to work. Having the dessert eaten out of her body was somewhat of an ethereal experience. There were mounds of happiness that came with it, yet there was also a sense of otherworldliness. She’d had the joy of being involved in a scatological orgy before, so she understood the sensual nature that bodily functions played in the sexual experience. However, she’d never felt as if she were having something extracted from her. It was almost like a weird vaginal defecation, and Pinkie was the catalyst.

“Mm…oh, yes, baby, suck that cookie out of my cunt!” Rarity cried.

“MMPH! OH! It tastes so good, Rarity! You taste so good!” Pinkie howled.

“Keep eating it, darling!” Rarity shouted, “eat up, and then you can have a special treat!”

“More dessert?!” Pinkie asked with hope.

“Mm-hmm!” Rarity nodded.

Pinkie immediately tore back into Rarity’s pussy, and the white girl screamed with delight. She felt the rest of the cookie make its way back out of her sensual canal. But, Pinkie didn’t stop there. She continued to lick and lick, and Rarity squealed to the heavens. She wanted to give Pinkie her special treat, but it seemed that Pinkie had plans of her own. The party planner had apparently become somewhat obsessed with Rarity’s private area, and she was going to make sure it was cleaned thoroughly. She even made her way up the designer’s rear crevice and orally played with her tight butthole. Rarity grunted and moaned, but held her ass cheeks apart so Pinkie could gain better access.

“Oh…oh, fuck, that’s good!” Rarity yelled, “holy shit, Pinkie, how’d you know to go there next?”

“Just a hunch,” Pinkie said, “now, then, I think that’s all your special holes. So…where’s the treat?”

Rarity got off Pinkie’s face and grabbed something truly special from the bag below. It was a small cake, filled to the brim with delicious looking frosting. Pinkie was mesmerized, and she tried to dive in mouth first. She thought it was a present of gratitude for pleasing her friend so much. It seemed very thoughtful of the designer to give her such an amazing and splendid treat as a gift. She figured that it was only right for her to dive right in.

But Rarity stopped her. “Darling, we’re nude,” she said, “we don’t eat cake when we’re nude! We’ll get it all over us!”

“But you put frosting on my jiggle mountains earlier,” Pinkie pointed out.

Rarity giggled at Pinkie’s cute description of her breasts. “Yes, I did. However, I licked it up, and now there isn’t a drop left down there. No, darling, this is a sexual cake.”

“A sexual cake?”

“Mm…yes,” Rarity said as she squatted over the frosted tower, “and we fuck the cake.”

“We fuck the cake?” Pinkie asked.

“Yes, darling, we fuck the cake.”

“But I thought you were trying to avoid a mess.”

“On our…erm…jiggle mountains, darling,” Rarity said, “I never said anything about our cunny pies.”

“Cunny pies?”

“Yes, and yours is so beautiful,” Rarity raved, “now, squat over the cake and do exactly as I do.”

Pinkie shrugged her shoulders, but was definitely up for another bout of sexual exploration. So, she did as Rarity instructed, and the two girls plowed themselves into the cake. The frosting and sponge felt incredible against their bare pussies, and they kissed and howled as they rode along. Rarity grabbed Pinkie’s shoulders, pressing their two bodies together. The tower was still a tad warm, and the fluffy coating made things even better. They rode the cake like any penis, shoving things further and further inside until they felt like they couldn’t take anymore.

“OH, FUCK, RARITY!” Pinkie howled, finally letting her last inhibition loose, “I CAN’T TAKE IT! IT FEELS TOO GOOD!”

“FUCK THAT CAKE, PINKIE!” Rarity screamed back, “FUCK IT, BABY! FUCK IT!”

The girls squealed and shrieked with pleasure, wanting more and more of the spongy goodness. It was so sensual, so dirty, and so amazingly wonderful that neither of them felt any kind of need to hold back. They went for a few moments, kissing and screaming along until Pinkie finally felt the throes of orgasm jolt her body. Her shriek became silent and her eyes rolled back in her head as she collapsed on the car seat. Rarity wasn’t too far behind her, and she fell over on top of her. Their nether regions had been completely coated in frosting, and Rarity suggested they clean themselves before returning to their friends.

“Alright,” Pinkie panted, “just…give me…a minute.”

“You can have all the time you need, my naked sweet treat,” Rarity cooed, “besides, the frosting on your vagina feels just divine against mine.”

“Rare?”

“Yes?”

“I love being naked with you,” Pinkie said as she blushed, “in fact, I can’t remember a time that’s been so super-duper fun!”

“Me neither, my Pinkie,” Rarity said, “me neither.”

To Catch a Mouse and The Sun

Rarity and Pinkie returned to the group after having yet another sensual experience in the girl’s room shower. They needed to get the frosting off after pounding the cake into smithereens. So, Rarity suggested the aforementioned bath. Once inside, the nude girls ran over each other with their tongues, licking off all the delicious clouds of delight. Of course, some intense cunnilingus was in order, and soon enough they were humping away at each other. Rarity was the first to cum, and she did so very hard, thus causing her partner to commit the same act. It was very difficult to mate without being heard, but they did it.

So it was that they went back to their friends with smiles and bodies coated in a thick layer of sweat and bath water. They found the rest of the girls sunning, surfing, and just generally enjoying themselves. Rarity couldn’t help but notice that a face down Sunset had removed the back strap of her bikini top, thus revealing her gorgeous skin. She knew that this was common practice among girls, so as to avoid tan lines, but she couldn’t help fantasizing about the beautiful girl. She was at a sexual peak, and she knew that her final two conquests would be Sunset and Twilight. The only problem was figuring out what order to fuck them in.

Hm…, she thought as she looked over Sunset’s luscious epidermis, if I bang Sunset, that only leaves Twilight. They say to save the best for last, and Twilight is clearly the best out of this bunch. I mean, it’s all been fun. Between being punished by Dash and making amazing love to Applejack, this day has been nothing if not a monumental success. However...sleeping with Twilight has always been a dream of mine. But if I bang her now, then I have to end with Sunset. Oh…what to do?! What to do?!

She got up and began pacing, her regal posterior jutting out of her tiny swimsuit as she did so. It was jiggling, and she could feel more than a few eyes on it. She loved the attention, and she got down and splayed out on the sand in a very naughty pose. Her eyes were half shut, and her body practically commanded passers-by to take a look. She flashed her pearly whites, and even went so far as to leave a nipple peeking out of her microscopic top. Her fun only ended when a police officer came up the beach, and she quickly retreated back to her group.

“You know,” she said, “I believe I’m beginning to burn.”

“But Rainbow rubbed all that stuff on you,” Twilight pointed out.

“Oh, yes, darling, but I’ve such fragile skin…unlike you. You never burn!”

Twilight chuckled. “Rarity, the human anatomy is such that we all overproduce melanin in order to protect ourselves from the ultraviolet scourge of the heavens. Therefore, due to basic logic and seismic levels of deduction, it is impossible for the subject, AKA me, not to burn. It defies all manner of rules implemented about basic human biology. Uh…Rarity?”

He looked and found that, during her scientific explanation, her friend had darted away. She became concerned about this, and narrowed her eyes to slits. Her earlier masturbatory session flooded her mind as she knew Rarity had been sneaking off to do some not so family friendly things. It didn’t take Sherlock Holmes to figure that out. Even as small as it was, Twilight could still tell when Rarity’s swimwear was disheveled and unkempt. She was upset by Rarity’s sneaking about, and not because she had some moral objection to such things. She wanted the beautiful designer for herself. So, she got up and began walking off to catch her.

This got Sunset’s attention, who groaned and looked up from her sunning spot. “Where are you off to, Twi? Don’t you wanna soak up some of these rays with me?”

“I will in a minute, Sunset,” Twilight replied, “but first, I’ve got a little mouse to trap.”

“Okay,” Sunset said as she re-tied her top and sat up, “who are you chasing down this time? Timber Spruce? Trixie? That new girl, Autumn Blaze?”

“None of the above,” Twilight said, “I’m after Rarity.”

“Why do I get the feeling you’re not gonna ask her fashion advice?”

Twilight smirked. “You catch on quick. No, today’s the day. I’m finally gonna mate with that gorgeous piece of ass!”

Sunset was taken aback, both by Twilight’s bluntness and by her choice of language. The purple girl was normally so in command of her words. But, she figured, when lust entered the mind, the synapses fired in a completely different manner. Then, she remembered just how small Rarity’s bikini had been, and she became interested as well. Her mind whirled as Rarity became larger than life within her own psyche. The attachment to Flash Sentry was buried under a mound of the designer’s beauty, and Sunset could not hold it in any longer. Ever since Rarity had shown up on the beach wearing the tiny swimsuit, the yellow girl had been slowly mesmerized. Time after time, Rarity returned to the group, and every time, the suit seemed to get smaller. Sunset was now in a complete daze just thinking about it, and she wondered what a little lesbian three way action would feel like.

“Do you mind sharing?” She asked.

“Wait…you wanna bang her, too?” Twilight queried in shock.

Sunset nodded cutely.

“But, what about Flash? I thought you were head over heels in love with the guy!”

“I am!” Sunset said defensively, “but that doesn’t mean I don’t wanna explore my sexual limits some. I mean, I’m 18 now. It’s time I started to have some fun with my body. As much as I love Flash, I love you all as well, and I’ve always wondered what…well…what your vagina looks like.”

Twilight smiled slyly and knelt in front of Sunset. She pulled her bottoms over so Sunset could get a good look at her kitty. “There it is,” she said, “I know it’s not anything special, but-“

“Are you kidding? It’s amazing!” Sunset raved, “and…so…inviting.”

“Mm…I know,” Twilight purred, softly pecking Sunset’s cheek, “but you’ll have to be patient. Right now, we two kitties have a little designer mouse to catch, and I think I know the perfect form of cheese.”

The Plan Backfires

Sunset and Twilight gingerly arose from their places on the blankets and strolled off along the sand. It felt good in between their toes, for they had left their sandals behind. The idea that, soon, Rarity’s soft and gentle hands could be rubbing all across their bodies was almost too much for them to bear. Now that Sunset had accepted her want, she was determined to make it happen, and having Twilight as a part of it was an amazing thought. It would be a fantasy come to life…if Rarity agreed to it, of course. Sunset would never harm a friend, even in the name of satisfying one of her inner desires. But it didn’t seem that Twilight was in the same frame of mind. She babbled about how they would strip Rarity naked and then make love to her while she howled and begged for more.

“Twi…don’t we need to ask her first?” Sunset asked.

“Who’s asking?” Twilight queried sarcastically, “if she’s been running up and down the beach all day long performing sensual and sexual acts with our friends, surely she’d be up for a little more. Besides, I know you want it just as much as I do. Just think, Sunset…she’ll be touching us.”

“Yes…” Sunset said as lust filled her mind.

“She’ll be stroking us…”

“Yes…!”

“She’ll be fondling our breasts…licking our pussies…”

“YES!” Sunset shouted suddenly, causing a number of beachgoers to stop their activities and give her a curious look. She blushed deeply and hurried her way up the beach, with Twilight following close behind. When they had gotten out of range of where the outburst had taken place, they stopped. There were some bathrooms just up an asphalted path from their location, and Twilight noticed that Rarity was exiting one of them…only…it was the men’s room. She smiled, wondering what naughty thing her friend had been doing. She became severely wet at the thought of some man shoving his penis deep into Rarity’s glistening vagina. Grinding her teeth together, she attempted to take off, but Sunset grabbed her shoulder.

“Twilight!” She whispered harshly, “what the hell are you doing?!”

“I’m going to study Avogadro’s Number for the 10,000th time,” Twilight whispered back with another round of sharp sarcasm, “what does it LOOK like I’m doing?!”

“It looks like you’re gonna blow our cover!” Sunset barked softly, “we need a plan.”

Twilight calmed herself as she realized Sunset was right. If they both advanced on Rarity at the same time, the fashionista might recognize their intentions and escape. They needed to assault Rarity’s senses with their own sensuality. They had to be irresistible, otherwise their entire motive for following her would be ground into dust. Twilight also realized how plain her swimwear must have looked compared to Sunset’s. At least the yellow girl was showing some skin. Twilight’s one piece covered everything except for her legs, shoulders, neck, and a small bit of cleavage. She suddenly became very embarrassed of her modest appearance. Thoughts of Rarity laughing at her pulsated through her mind, and she frantically looked around for something to cut up her suit with.

“You wouldn’t happen to have a knife on you?” She asked Sunset.

“What? I’m at the beach in a bikini! Why on Earth would I have a knife on me?” Sunset asked. “For that matter, why do you need one?”

“Because my swimsuit isn’t exactly a magnet!” Twilight said, “I mean, you’re showing everything except the really good stuff! I’m showing my legs and that’s basically it!”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Sunset said, rolling her eyes, “do you really think that Rarity is that shallow?”

“She came to the beach wearing three strips of paper and a string!” Twilight snapped, “of course, she’s that shallow!”

“What are you two talking about?” A new voice asked.

Sunset and Twilight stopped and turned back to see Rarity standing there, looking awfully puzzled. Her tiny swimsuit was disheveled once again, and it definitely appeared as if she’d been somewhere sleeping with someone. The purple mop that guarded her scalp seemed to have left its post unchecked. Hairs were consistently out of place, and sweat poured down her face. Her eyes appeared to be bloodshot, and she was shifted ever so slightly to her left. She also kept rubbing her exposed buttocks, and the other girls couldn’t help but notice the red marks on her left ass cheek.

“Mm…oh, god, my ass is sore,” Rarity said with blunt crassness.

“Um…I’m sorry about that,” Sunset said, “why is your…erm…ass so sore?”

“Oh, darling, you are not going to believe this,” Rarity said as she sat next to her friends, “I went up here to relieve myself, but I ended up with so much more. I was out front of the lady’s room when this HUNK of a man came by. He saw my swimwear and I saw an opportunity. So, I batted my eyes a bit, and he snuck me into the men’s room. We went into one of the stalls and I blew him HARD. His moans attracted three more guys, and I was suddenly the center of a full on gangbang!”

“Oh…oh…keep going, Rarity!” Twilight suddenly moaned.

“Twi, are you-?” Rarity started, but then stopped as she noted that her friend was in the middle of masturbating. “Oh…you’re a naughty girl, Twily…yes, darling, you’re so naughty. Sunset, are you interested in joining her?”

“Um…uh…I…” Sunset began as a blush coated her face. But then, Rarity quietly crawled over to her and their lips met for the first time. Sunset immediately dropped all sense of nervousness, lost in the sheer beauty and magnitude of what was happening to her. Rarity didn’t try to French her, but instead, allowed the quiet subtlety of her care to do all of the work. Sunset felt more amazing than she’d ever felt before, and she felt Rarity’s hand slip inside her bikini bottoms. It was incredibly experienced, quickly finding her vagina and rubbing away at the soft folds within.

“Mm…oh…Rare…” Sunset whispered, caught up in Rarity’s gentle touch.

“Yes,” Rarity said softly, reveling in seeing both of her friends in such a vulnerable position, “…I took three of them at once. One shoved in my mouth, one in my pussy, and one ground against my rectum.”

“Oh, fuck…oh, this is so hot…” Twilight moaned.

“…they spanked me, hit me, and pounded me,” Rarity went on in a voice that would melt butter, “they even took turns peeing on me. Finally, they all gave me facials with their cum.”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Sunset exclaimed, “Oh, fuck, that sounds incredible!”

“Mm…it was,” Rarity purred, “but my motor’s still running, and I feel like having a little more fun. Since you two were so adept at following me here, perhaps you two might like a reward for your ‘hard work.’ If you had a plan, my darlings, it backfired. Now, take off your swimsuits.”

Bikini Strings and Slapping Stings

Sunset and Twilight had never stripped so fast in their lives. Rarity had, once again, caught a sexual potentiality in the trap of her blue gaze. Their original intentions had been to entrap her in a special web of words, sighs, and special touches. But now, she’d completely turned that plan on its ear. Strangely enough, they were okay with it. The idea that she would be dominant in their naked fun titillated them to no end. They both felt their pussies become moist, and they couldn’t wait for Rarity’s next move. Surely, it would be humiliating; or, at least, that’s what they wished.

When they had deprived their bodies of cover, Rarity stepped back and took a look at her new toys. Sunset’s body was completely pleasing to the eye. Her breasts were soft and squishy looking, and they were the perfect size. The tiny pink trees that formed their roots within these mountains seemed to wink in Rarity’s direction. The designer was instantly smitten with them, but she knew that more delectations awaited her visual assault. She scanned her way down, past Sunset’s adorable navel, and accosted the most beautiful part of any woman. Sunset’s vagina was a bold little item, with a clitoris that Rarity had to stop herself from jumping on.

“You are beautiful, my dear Sunset,” she cooed, “and I’m thrilled that we’re going to experience this together. But, now, I must examine Twilight.”

She turned and saw that her purple friend still held her swimwear in her hand. She was using it as a kind of lure, and it worked to absolute perfection. She swung the one-piece around, and then drug it across her body like a towel. Rarity had to compose herself as she felt her love of all things lusty come pouring into her like lava. She nearly began panting, but then she remembered that she was dominant here. So, she stepped forward and forcibly removed the swimsuit from Twilight’s grip. Then, she wound behind the intellectual and brushed her crotch against the perfectly round posterior that she found. She took Twilight’s swimsuit and rubbed it along the bespectacled girl’s inner thigh, drawing a contented sigh from her new pet.

“You are beautiful as well, Twilight,” she said, “but I’m afraid this isn’t your sexual battle to win. It’s mine. You will do as I say…otherwise…I might just keep my bikini on.”

“I’ll do what you say-I’ll do what you say!” Twilight exclaimed in a panic.

“Good,” Rarity purred, “for starters, you and Sunset both need to refer to me as a mistress for the duration of the session. Also, to keep things safe, we’ll have a special word you can yell out if I take things too far. It’s a simple word, and yet…it carries with it such an amazing sense of debauchery. The word is ‘bang.’”

“But, Rarity-” Twilight started to say.

“SH!” Rarity commanded, slapping Twilight across the face, “what did I tell you?!”

“Mistress!” Twilight cried.

“That’s better,” Rarity cooed, “now, then, let’s get you properly tied up.”

She slipped out of her bikini top, revealing her nude breasts to her pets. They fawned over them, and she loved every second of it. She jiggled and teased them until she thought they might explode. Left and right, she shimmied and shook her chest, enjoying these wonderfully intimate moments. Her vagina became wet in due time, so she slipped out of her bottoms and revealed her nude form to Twilight and Sunset. The other girls’ eyes seemed to pop out of their heads, and Rarity chuckled at their eagerness. She then ordered them to sit back to back, and she used the strings of her bikini top to tie their hands together. Each girl quivered with anticipation as Rarity had her way with them. There was something so loving about the rudeness and crassness with which she treated them, and they wanted nothing more. Those moments of degradation became magical.

“Alright, my naked worms,” Rarity purred, “how’s about we play a little game?”

“What kind of game, Mistress Rarity?” Sunset asked in deference.

“Oh…a little game called: Correct Gain, Incorrect Pain.”

Sunset and Twilight gulped, but were extremely excited. They knew of this game…oh, boy, did they know about this game. It was incredibly popular among the adult students at their school. The senior class had taken to playing it behind Principal Celestia’s back, for they knew of the certain expulsion should they be discovered. But, deep within the CHS underground, this game was considered a rite of passage. The way it was played was thus: a girl would strip to her birthday suit and be willingly tied up by a dominant male or female. Then, they would be asked an endless slew of trivia questions. If she guessed correctly, she would be pleasured, with her moans filling the room and bringing joy to all the spectators. If she was incorrect, she would be punished severely, often ending with more than one blister on her ass.

Some of the seniors found the game to be crass and undesirable. Others couldn’t wait for their turn to play it. The point of the game was to prove a woman’s sexiness as well as her brainpower. The complete nudity of all participants was a requirement, hence Rarity’s quick removal of her swimwear. If someone was wearing something, it compromised the sexual integrity of the game. There were also requirements for implements to be used, such as paddles, butt plugs, vibrators, chains, whips, etc. However, since they were on the beach and not in the customary dungeon, Rarity would have to make due with a nearby stick and some seashells.

“Oo…I can’t wait until one of you guesses incorrectly,” she said, “I’m gonna shove these shells right up your cute little assholes!”

“You’ll have to truly challenge us, mistress!” Twilight said defiantly, “remember, I get very good grades.”

“Mm…you certainly do, my intellectual pet,” Rarity growled, “and now, for your small insolence, you get the first punishment of the day.”

“Bring…it…on,” Twilight said.

Correct Gain, Incorrect Pain Pt. 1

“Mm…now, then, how shall I administer this punishment?” Rarity thought out loud. She wanted her little pet to see just how far she was willing to go in order to please her. Her many “accidental” eavesdropping moments had revealed to her the depth of Twilight’s depravity. Once, she had overheard the intellectual describe a fantasy where she was tied to four bedposts and thirty men and women were having their way with her. There had also been the time when she’d heard Twilight mention a lesbian three way with two beautiful domineering women. She’d gone into graphic detail regarding clothespins on her clitoris, a huge toy driven into her ass, and even some excrement smearing.

But Rarity wasn’t about to give in to Twilight’s fantasy. No, this was her fantasy, and her little worms were playing along just fine. So, she decided to use a little bit of psychological warfare. She knew how bad Twilight’s vagina must have been throbbing. It sat there dripping with preparatory liquid, aching for something to either lick it or penetrate it. The designer and mistress had other ideas. She was going to punish Twilight for her comment about high grades simply by…not punishing her. It was the most brilliant thing she could do. Torturing Twilight with a few wagging fingers and snake like tongue movements would be a lot of fun. So, she went about teasing Twilight.

“Oh…please, mistress, punish me!” Twilight begged.

“I am punishing you, my pathetic little flea,” Rarity scoffed sexily, “or is your mind much too small to comprehend something so elaborate?”

“My mind’s not small!” Twilight squeaked in defiance, and then sneered, “I make much better grades than you.”

“Ha-ha, nice try, Twilight,” Rarity said, seeing that Twilight was beginning to understand her method of torture, “but nothing will get me to hurt you, beat you, or drive you to orgasm. You will cum when I feel like making you cum.”

“Damn it,” Twilight muttered.

“Good worm,” Rarity said, patting Twilight’s cheek mockingly, “now, then, who’s ready for some trivia?”

“Give it to me!” Sunset suddenly exclaimed, “I am READY for this!”

Rarity smiled, and crawled over to where Sunset sat. She took the yellow girl in a kiss, and used her teeth well. She bit Sunset’s lip, causing her charge a good deal of pain. But the yellow girl loved it all, and she begged for more. Rarity shook her head and grinned devilishly as she placed a tender finger over Sunset’s mouth. The tortured knew that it was the cue for silence, so she shut right up.

“First question, bitch,” Rarity snarled, “what was the exact date of the Battle of Hastings? Also, I’m going to need the victor, loser, and result of the battle. You have thirty seconds. Go!”

Sunset racked her mind. She knew that, in a previous world history class, they’d studied this particular conflict. Something about Norman and Harold stuck in her mind, but she couldn’t quite link the two together. It was a terribly long thirty second period. Time seemed to slow to an absolute crawl as the naked girl thought of her answer. She knew that the right guess would yield unimaginable pleasure courtesy of her equally naked mistress. But the wrong guess would get the stick nearby jammed up her anus. While both pleasure and punishment would be fun, she would prefer having her pussy licked gently and tenderly.

“Time’s up,” Rarity said, “what’s your answer?”

“Well…um…I think it was…er…something about Harold?”

“EAGH!” Rarity said, imitating a buzzer, “the Battle of Hastings took place on October 14, 1066, and was contested between the armies of Anglo-Saxon King Harold II and the Norman armies of William the Conqueror. Since Harold was defeated, he was the final Anglo-Saxon king of England. Now, let’s have some fun with this stick.”

She pried the wood from its place in the sand and began tickling around Sunset’s exposed cunt. Her sneer was evil and her eyes were wild as she embarked upon yet another sexual journey. She’d dreamt of giving Sunset a bit of payback for all the times she’d been bullied by her before her reformation. Now was that time. She broke off a tiny piece from the branch and slid it into the canopy of her friend’s birthing canal. Sunset howled in pain and pleasure as the wood lodged itself within her. But she also noticed that Rarity was very careful not to break off any splinters or do any permanent damage.

“I thought it was going in my butthole, mistress,” Sunset said between pants.

“While I’d love to do something like that, my worm,” Rarity said insultingly, “it’s impossible with your ass cheeks facing the sand like that. Granted, it’s my own fault…but I prefer vaginas anyway. So shut up and take what you’re given!”

“Yes, mistress!” Sunset exclaimed as she felt the wood go further in.

“Mm…you like that?” Rarity asked.

“Yes-er-I mean-no-I mean-well…it’s hard to explain,” Sunset stammered.

“Darling, don’t be afraid,” Rarity cooed, “just tell me how you feel.”

“Alright, alright, I will!” Sunset cried, “I love it! I love the stick jammed in my pussy! It feels so good, like the roughest dick ever! Oh, fuck, it’s awesome!”

“You’re being punished, worm!” Rarity suddenly thundered, smacking Sunset in the face, “you’re not supposed to enjoy this!”

“But…you told me to be honest,” Sunset pointed out.

“I did,” Rarity said, “and now I’m being honest with you. If you don’t like it, tough!”

Rarity yanked the stick out, causing Sunset to screech in pain. Yet, there was still that wondrous and amazing sense of pleasure. It was such a weird juxtaposition, yet she wanted more of it. She couldn’t wait to get punished again, and she even thought about purposely answering incorrectly just so she could experience it again. The idea of Rarity jamming foreign objects into her bodily orifices was insanely exciting. Her cunny hole throbbed with her thoughts, forcing her into a new plane of sexual existence that she’d never known before. She’d mated with her boyfriend a few times, but she’d never, ever experienced the wonderful world of lesbian punishment before.

Oh, my Rarity, she thought, please…shove something in me again. I don’t care whether it’s the stick, a rock, or your finger! Just please…invade me again…hurt me again…punish me again.

Correct Gain, Incorrect Pain, Pt. 2

“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.”

Tiebreaker

“Alright, my little pets,” Rarity growled as she looked down upon her victims, “time for some real fun.”

Twilight and Sunset still sat glued to each other’s backs. They couldn’t move. Futility became the name of the game as they tried their hardest to break from the bonds that Rarity had given them. They had each been through another round of “Correct Gain, Incorrect Pain,” and both were exceedingly exhausted. Though, this time, Sunset had been correct and Twilight had been incorrect. It was a rare occasion, and Rarity was suspicious. She figured that her purple friend had purposely misremembered the correct response just so she might receive a punishment. Then again, Rarity didn’t care. She had smacked Twilight’s small breasts with the stick she held, and then jammed the wood deep inside of her. The screams whet her sexual appetite, and she forced Twilight to kiss her while she harmed her.

But that was all behind them, and the game had ended in a tie. According to the rules, Rarity had to stand with her legs spread over the two contestants. They would then commence orally stimulating her private area. One would take her vagina, and the other would lick her anus. Whomever could make her orgasm the fastest would then be crowned the winner and earn their freedom. The loser would be punished by both the winner and herself. She silently hoped that Twilight would win, because she’d love nothing more than to watch as Twilight tortured Sunset. She knew of the extreme fetish that the two held for each other. Eavesdropping at school could be very valuable in situations like this, and she intended to make full use of her knowledge.

So, she decided to allow Twilight the use of her pussy. It would be much easier to make her cum by licking there. Yes, she was a biased judge, but she was also a young lady with a ravenous sexual desire. In games of rough passion and debauchery, all was considered fair. She smirked as she rubbed her folds in full view of her worms, teasing her nude friends to no end. Her soft groans of pleasure as her fingers did their work caused the pets to squirm. Rarity was intensely excited by this, and she determined that it was time for the tiebreaker to begin. She stood in the aforementioned pose, dangling her vagina and anus over their eager and waiting mouths.

Go on, my sweet little darlings, she cooed internally, you know what to do…

Indeed, they did. Rarity grunted as she felt Twilight’s teeth meet in her clitoris. She also felt Sunset’s smooth tongue begin cleaning her asshole. Howling her pleasure to the clouds above, she grabbed both girls and squatted so they might have better access. It was in this moment that her small plan to give Twilight an advantage backfired. Sunset drove her tongue so far into her anus, she felt as if it were entering her internal organs. Meanwhile, Twilight continued to bite and nip instead of licking. Rarity was taken by their performance, and she swooned a bit as wave after thrilling wave crashed into her mind. She realized that she was fulfilling yet another one of her many fantasies. An oft occurring dream of hers was to have a beautiful and naked girl gently nibble at her pussy. Twilight must have read her mind, for the intellectual’s teeth never stopped.

Everything became a blur inside Rarity’s mind. Some part of her registered that she was nude on a beach, but that was quickly drowned out by the immense happiness that torched her. She felt as if she were climbing an amazing mountain of sexuality. All of her previous conquests had been base camp compared to what was happening then. She’d never experienced anything like it in her entire life, and it caused her to scream and shriek. But, when the inevitable orgasm came about, she couldn’t tell just who had made her cum first. It had all run together in her mind, what with Twilight’s teeth and Sunset’s tongue. It seemed that the two girls had beaten her at her own game.

“I…I can’t tell who won,” she panted as she came down from her high.

“Well, then,” Twilight smirked, “that means we both get our freedom.”

“Yeah,” Sunset said, “and now…we get to have fun with you!”

Rarity smiled as she gladly untied her friends and granted them full access to her body. She felt herself get shoved over in the sand face first. Her ass stuck out, and that was exactly how she wanted it. She felt the stick that she’d used on them get shoved into her anus, and she cried out in pain and pleasure. She also felt some wonderful fingers press into her pussy, sending shockwaves throughout her being.

“OH! FUCK!” She cried.

“Yeah…you like that?” Sunset asked, “you like having a fucking stick in your ass?”

“YES! I DO!” Rarity screamed.

“Good worm,” Twilight growled as she sat down in front of her, “now, please me!”

She shoved her vagina into Rarity’s face, and the fashionista immediately began licking. The girls both howled their delight as Rarity forced herself deeper into the sweet folds. Twilight’s liquid was like honey on her tongue, and she felt that she could be happy if she could somehow make this moment immortal. She was bare in front of her friends, which was thrilling in itself. But to have them naked and committing sexual acts with her was almost too much to take. She felt Sunset’s fingers shove deeper into her pussy, and she heard the yellow girl moan. It became obvious that a heavily masturbatory event was taking place behind her, and she licked Twilight harder in response. It didn’t take long for the purple girl to fall into oblivion, screaming as she used a hand to drive Rarity’s effort further on.

Fairly soon, the other two followed suit, and the three naked girls collapsed on the sand next to each other. They comforted one another in the aftermath, and checked for any bruises that might had been earned with their revelry. Seeing that nobody was truly harmed, they cuddled for a few minutes before finding their swimwear and returning it to their bodies. Covering up was the biggest disappointment, as they each wanted to remain nude. But they also knew that this wasn’t that kind of a beach, and Rarity was just barely escaping an indecency arrest with her suit.

“You know,” Sunset said as they walked back towards their friends, “I never realized how much I enjoy being naked.”

“Oh, darling, there’s nothing like it,” Rarity raved, “the sun on your skin, the breeze as it whips through your pussy…it’s…so…wonderful.”

“Maybe we should experiment with our own nudity more often,” Twilight suggested, “Sunset, Rarity and I were discussing the possibility of a nude party. At first, I thought it would just be the two of us, but…if Rarity doesn’t mind…”

“Oh, sweetie, you know I don’t mind,” Rarity said, eyeing Sunset as a predator eyes its prey, “if Sunset wants to join us, she’s more than welcome.”

“So…we’d just…show up naked?” Sunset asked.

“Mm-hmm!” Rarity said cutely before smacking Sunset’s ass, “and from the looks of things, we’d have one hell of a time.”

“Count me in,” Sunset growled as she returned the spank.

Epilogue

Rarity was, to put it mildly, devastatingly exhausted. Her pussy screamed as she sat down on the blanket and her breasts felt as if they could not be tugged anymore. The anus that had seen so much action in the past hours felt as if it would fall away from her body. Looking upon her beautiful friends in their swimwear stirred some sparks within her being, but she acted on exactly none of them. She had been completely satisfied, and now she lay on her back and allowed the sun to do its amazing work. It was an incredible feeling, and the warmth brought up some incredible memories of that day.

As she tanned, her mind conjured up nude image after nude image. She saw Pinkie gingerly removing her bottoms, Fluttershy trying to cover her breasts, and Rainbow Dash giving her a fierce look while grasping her hips. Recollections of the punishment, pain, joy, thrill, and excitement that she’d shared with her friends flew through her mind. It was like the seagulls that dotted the beach in their flocks: beautiful, independent, and somewhat disturbing. She couldn’t have asked for more beautiful conquests than the ones she’d made that afternoon. A smile crossed her face as Twilight and Sunset’s vaginas made their presence known in her mind. The soft folds caressed her cerebrum, and she felt as if she could touch them as she had before.

No, she told herself, be patient. The naked party will come soon enough…and then you’ll get to fondle them again.

The very idea of seeing her two dear friends so vulnerable again sent a small, thrilling wave throughout her body. There was something so philosophical about three platonic female friends sharing their bodies and spirits in such a manner. It excited her, and she nearly began masturbating…but she calmed herself. Still, though, she could not wait until things laid themselves out in a way where she might see them naked again. No secrets could be kept while they were in such a primitive state, and she felt like they had gained a whole new layer of trust throughout their sexual activity.

She suddenly sat up and crawled over to where Twilight lay on her blanket. Her straps were down, revealing her beautiful shoulders. Rarity smiled and noted that everyone else seemed to be asleep. So, she kissed Twilight’s cheek and began gently and tenderly massaging her. She earned a small sigh from the half-awake intellectual, so she continued. She chuckled to herself as she rubbed circles around Twilight’s shoulder blades, and then bent down to where she could whisper in her ear.

“You know, Twilight, I don’t think I’ve ever had as much fun as I’ve had today.”

“Mmph-mmph-mmph,” came the muffled response of her face down friend.

“What, darling?”

Twilight sat up, but kept her straps pulled down. “I said, ‘I’ll bet you haven’t.’”

“I’d…very much like to sleep with you again sometime, sweetie,” Rarity said softly, “I mean, if it’s at the nude party, fine…but…I…I…”

Twilight reached a hand out and pulled Rarity closer. “I thought you were into boys,” she said knowingly and with a humorous twinkle in her eye.

“Oh, come off it, Twi,” Rarity chuckled, “you know I have a hankering for both genders. I love having a dick pressed inside me…but I love it just as much when I’m able to experience the softness that a woman provides. I have now had sex with each of you…and…I must say…you were the best.”

“It’s not a competition, although I do love a good game,” Twilight said, “you sleep with whomever you want, Rarity. But, if you’re trying to tell me you love me, then…I’m sorry. My heart belongs to Timber Spruce, and it always will.”

“Does that mean that we can no longer…have fun together?” Rarity asked worriedly.

Twilight nuzzled her. “Of course not. Timber and I are committed to each other, yes, but I see no reason why I can’t have a little fun on the side. Rarity, you’re one of my closest friends…and I do want to share my body with you whenever it’s appropriate.”

“So,” Rarity said, “what are the rules?”

Twilight smiled. “Just one: we will always be open with each other. If one of us gets uncomfortable with the arrangement, we’ll call it off until we can agree on something new. The nude party will be the beginning of our new relationship.”

“So…friends with benefits, then?”

“Always,” Twilight said, “now, get back to your blanket and get your phone.”

Rarity was confused by this command, but she gladly returned to her area and picked up her cellular device. She then turned and noted that Twilight had left her blanket and gone somewhere completely unknown. The fashionista waited and waited and waited, but nothing blipped or flashed on the screen. She began to wonder if Twilight’s previous sexual agreement had been nullified by some strange occurrence. Doubt worked its way into her mind as it seemed Twilight had forgotten her promise.

Then, suddenly, her phone buzzed and she hit the power button. She blushed heavily as she beheld a very special set of pictures. It seemed that Twilight had snuck off somewhere private, stripped down to complete nudity, and had taken four or five self-imposed shots. Rarity breathed deeply as sweat dripped down her neck. It was a perfect pictorial, and it looked as if Twilight had put some thought into her poses. There was even one with her swimsuit covering her privates, teasing Rarity through the lens.

A message accompanied the photos: “You’re not the only one who can model.”

She typed back: “I can see that. Now, can I expect these types of sets very often?”

The reply: “As long as you need them. Have fun with these.”

She wrote back: “You know I will, you fucking whore.”

The response: “Says the chick wearing a string up her butt.”

Rarity couldn’t help but chuckle…