Could she possibly be more excited? Maybe, possibly, but she couldn’t really think of a time she had been so before. Pinkie Pie was driving her battered pick-up as safely as she could, but kept finding her feet pressing down further against the pedal in the hopes of finally reaching her desired reunion. To think they’d only seen each other yesterday evening- way too long a time to wait!
The morning was still young when she arrived in the empty parking lot, outside a derelict shopping mall that had been empty for what seemed like forever. This was normal, right? The rendezvous with no plan behind them, the utter secrecy in which they had been meeting for months, the inability to let anyone know what they had been doing for so long now… Pinkie Pie wasn’t exactly in Rarity’s camp on the thought of romanticism, but all the dull books she’d been forced to read during high school made this seem perfectly typical. So what if they hadn’t told any of their friends or family yet?
“Any minute now,” she murmured, extracting her phone from her pocket to check the time. “Ooh, this is going to be so much fun! We’re gonna have such a great time, and the weather’s supposed to be great all day and everything, too!”
When she first heard the dull sound of an engine’s call across the land echo into her ears, she tried not to show any semblance of excitement. Just because it was a car didn’t mean it was her, right? Maybe that was a little too hopeful, especially when it was the hours in which so many people would be going to work. Yes, it was a weekend, but that didn’t mean anything in the grand scale of things.
Pinkie didn’t make a move when the bright-blue car began to slow. Nor when it turned into the empty lot did she move a muscle. In fact, she didn’t dare believe it was who she longed for until the car came to a halt next to hers and she saw the erratic movements within. Never could be too careful.
“Pinkie Pie!” With a crash that likely could have broken the car door, Sonata Dusk leapt out of her miniscule Bug and gave a beaming smile that made the lights of the dawn seem positively dulled in comparison. Wearing a hot pink button-down and snowy white shorts, she seemed perfectly suited for a warm day out and about in the sunlight.
“Sonata!” Pinkie couldn’t hold back her enthusiasm now, especially when it was so perfectly matched by the unrepressed delight of her girlfriend. The two women cried out in delight as they crashed into each other’s arms for what would seem a back-breaking embrace, one that seemed to offer little hindrance to either of them. “Oh my gosh, I missed you so much!”
“I know, I did too!” Sonata proclaimed, nuzzling Pinkie’s breasts and letting her words drift into a sigh. “And we had so much fun last night, I didn’t want it so stop. I’m sorry I had to leave, I promise I did!”
“It’s alright, I know why you had to!” Pinkie said brightly, not wanting to let the darkened end to their Friday date night put a damper on their day together. “And I’m really glad to see you today, too!”
“And you too! You look so pretty!” Sonata said, taking in her girlfriend’s appearance and finding it pleasant to the eye. “Oh, I love it so much!”
Pinkie smiled but tried to shrug it off; little more than a sapphire blue t-shirt with dark-grey shorts, a small thing she had thrown together for a comfortable day that would see little time spent at home- or inside. “The blue makes me think of you,” she offered- a meek sound for one so gregarious.
“Aww!” Sonata squealed, holding her dear love tight and looking as though she might let a happy tear be shed. “Pinkie, that’s super sweet!”
Of course they kissed. Alone, a world so empty that only they seemed to dwell within it; why would they not come together for a union of lips, a passionate embrace that saw the two women hold each other tightly? Pinkie loved the scent of Sonata whenever they kissed, that fair aroma of flowers and herbs that seemed to come straight from a premiere chef’s kitchen; Sonata adored the taste of Pinkie’s lips, that sugary sweetness of baked goods that filled one with warmth of comfort and home. It took time for them to become at ease with release, a relinquishment of romantic gesture that spoke to clear desire for more. But perhaps at another time.
“Are you hungry yet?” Pinkie asked. “I didn’t eat breakfast yet and I’m kinda super hungry.”
“Oh- my- gosh. Yes, I am soo hungry right now!” Sonata replied, holding her stomach as though it needed to be kept silent. “What do we want? I know I’m starving!”
“There’s that new place on the beach- Breakfast Republic?”
“Please tell me they serve omelets.”
“And pancakes and scrambles and French Toast and-”
“Yay! Can we go right now? I really, really need something to eat!” Sonata pleaded.
“OK, OK! Let’s party!” Pinkie declared, taking Sonata by the hand and leading the pair off to her pickup, leaping into the driver’s seat and igniting the engine. “Are you ready for like the bestest day ever?”
“Ohmygosh yes,” Sonata said, tossing her oversized beach bag into the back behind the bench. “This is gonna be so much fun!”
“You bet it will! But first one thing…”
“And that’s..?” Sonata’s words were lost in a renewed kiss, one slower and far more gentle, more romantic and tender. It was in the quieter moments that they truly felt one another at their core, a soft embrace that spoke of a passion that went far beyond mere attraction. As Pinkie’s sugarcoated lips deepened, were pressed further against that of Sonata’s, the only sound that could be heard was the release and return to one another again and again with a string of soft, gentle press that was a meeting of a much needed kiss.
“I love you,” Pinkie said, seemingly glowing as she said it.
“Love you, too,” Sonata whispered, glad to mean every word of it. “Now let’s go get breakfast!”
The two had met by accident; an unintentional thing that had never been planned in even the slightest degree had brought them together, and eventually into the throes of passionate, joyous love. Pinkie Pie hadn’t meant for it to happen, and neither had Sonata- but why ruin what so clearly worked?
The two had shown up to the same house party without knowing the other was there. A reunion that hadn’t been awaited since their departure at the Battle of the Bands two years prior suddenly came to meet them, and the awkwardness was palpable. What could one say to the other when their last attempts had been to destroy the other? Pinkie had tried to avoid Sonata, and Sonata would have said the same in regards to her. By coincidence, both ended up choosing the laundry room to hide. When unable to find a way to avoid each other, the two had come to conversation, made a little easier by alcohol.
They perhaps had gotten drunk. And then started making out.
And maybe had sex a little, too.
When the two awoke together the next morning, the awkwardness that had been present the night before suddenly wasn’t there. Why not laugh at their own foolishness and try to enjoy each other’s company a bit, even if they didn’t really know one another yet? They’d clearly found some level of intimacy, even if it had been through the realms of inebriation. Maybe there was a spark worth pursuing.
So they’d tried. And ended up having sex yet again, perhaps intentionally this time around. In the moments after, Sonata asked Pinkie Pie out on a date for that Saturday night. Pinkie had happily accepted, and immediately sent a text to Rainbow Dash to let her know the two had met up.
Looking back, maybe the way she’d said it hadn’t been the best idea. So maybe the whole spat between the Rainbooms and the Dazzlings had cut a little deep in a few of them; Sonata hadn’t had much luck with her sisters, Pinkie hadn’t managed to convince her friends that Sonata could actually be trusted. After hearing too many warnings and rebukes, the lovesick couple had decided to keep it a secret for the time being. It wasn’t like it was going to last forever, right?
Those at the beachside café found their patience perhaps a bit tested that morning by a happy pair of young women who found themselves enjoying the comforts of a well-crafted morning. The sun was bright and kept the world comfortably warm, the food and drink they had before them was delicious and seemed to melt on the tongue. A few bites were shared between them, every then and there, and maybe a few too many bouts of giggles. But their enthusiasm, though perhaps a bit too loud, weren’t an unkind thing to endure; their waitress was made to feel just as welcome into their jokes and laughter.
“So what were we wanting to do today, huh?” Pinkie asked, pushing away the last of her french toast with an eye that suggested she’d much rather see it all finished. “Did we just want to stay on the beach all day and walk around or did we want to go to the arcade and the theme park, too?”
“I’m so perfectly fine with anything and everything we do today, so long as I’m with you!” Sonata replied happily. “I just know we’re gonna have so much fun today, I just know it!”
“Omygosh!” Pinkie gasped suddenly bearing a look of horror. “I forgot my swimsuit, I just realized! I packed a bunch of snacks and everything else but I forgot my swimsuit!”
“Oh no! Do you wanna go back and get it?”
“But I already paid for the parking,” Pinkie said. “And… I sorta paid for it to be all day, so…”
Sonata bit her lip and thought over the problem with all her mental prowess for a good few moments. “I got it!” She said with a snap of her fingers. “I’ll buy us some new swimsuits, how does that sound? And we can both try to match and everything?”
“But that’ll be really expensive! Are you sure you’re OK with that?”
“Super positive!” Sonata said before cocking her head back and downing the rest of her mimosa in a single, draining gulp. “Oh wow that’s good.”
“Was it? I didn’t really want any but now I’m kinda jealous. How did it taste?”
“Like this,” Sonata said, taking Pinkie in her grasp and granting her a kiss, one perhaps not so gentle and brimming with the flavor of her citrus drink, the two women held in a timeless moment that bound lip and the subtle creeping touch of tongue together. When she released Pinkie from her generous grasp, she gave a small lick of her lips. “Ooh, powdered sugar.”
“Sorry, I didn’t think of saving anymore for you,” Pinkie replied.
“It’s alright, I’ll just kiss you later!”
One bill was paid, and a heavy tip added for extra measure. Sonata’s singing career was lucrative, a constant source of capable income that easily handled the two women’s insatiable appetites for everything that existence could hope to offer. Pinkie, though perfectly happy in her own line of work, had yet to match the income. It hadn’t been their intent to compare, and they never found a reason to even discuss it; happiness was found in each other’s arms, not in a dollar sign.
“So where do we wanna go now, huh?” Pinkie asked, taking Sonata’s arm in her own as the two happy souls began their walk down the street through the pleasant light of the late morning. “Do we just wanna go down to the beach and relax for a little while or do we wanna go do something and be exciting and silly?”
“Pinkie, we can’t go to the beach! You don’t have a swimsuit, sillyhead!”
“Wait, yes I- oh yeah, I forgot it.”
Sonata gave a faux sigh of despair, leaning in to kiss Pinkie’s lips and add a swift, subtle lick of them for good measure- and maybe to get another taste of powdered sugar. “What would you do without me?”
“Be super sad and miss you every day?” Pinkie suggested.
“You know it! So come on, let’s go buy you a new swimsuit! I bet you’re gonna look super hot in it and make everybody go crazy for you!”
“Only if it looks as good as yours!”
Their walk down the sun-kissed streets led them to a comfortably painted sea shack with doors pushed wide open, eagerly awaiting visitors from both locals and tourist alike. Pinkie’s heart sank as the tug of Sonata’s hand pulled her into its depths; a place like this was a monetary trap and even she knew it full well.
“Umm… Sonata…”
“What’s wrong?”
Pinkie paused, a small tinge of uncertainty on her brow. “This is gonna be a little expensive. I don’t wanna cost you too much money…”
“Oh, it’s alright!” Sonata said cheerfully, dismissing the thought as easily as the sun wipes away the morning mists; she gave an even greater tug and pulled the both of them into the shaded, fan-cooled depths of the shack with an eager smile on her face. “I don’t mind buying this for you, I love you! Besides,” she added with a gleam in her eye, “I owe you for Sunday night.”
Pinkie tried not to blush as she felt the memory of fingers sliding across her skin; that had been quite a night they’d shared, and one worth trying to repeat. Even now in the blissful hours of the waking day, the recollections of such a time together were difficult to ignore. It would be a struggle to let them fade from the forefront of her mind.
The two giggling girlfriends strolled into the shop without a care in the world and headed straight for the clothing section in the back, sorting through the various items there for the taking. Pinkie kept finding her gaze flickering away from the task at hand and over to Sonata, memories of moments well-spent keeping her distracted. There needed to be a time of privacy today, for just the both of them…
“How about this one?” Pinkie suggested, taking a one-piece off the rack and giving it a shake for emphasis.
Sonata scrutinized the dark-blue item and gave a shake of her head. “You’ve already got a one-piece, though, right?” she asked. “You deserve to get yourself something different!”
“Oh, OK. What were you thinking of?”
Sonata gave a sly grin and pulled from the rack a small bikini set, pale blue in color and putting it in Pinkie’s hands. “I bet you’d look great in this one,” she said.
Pinkie was the more conservative of the two and she blushed profusely at the thought of such an outfit –or perhaps lack of one- that was being suggested here. “I- I dunno, Sonata…”
“What’s wrong? I bet you’d look super hot and sexy wearing this!”
“Well…” Pinkie looked about to see if others were nearby. “My… my underwear isn’t even that small,” she whispered, looking shamefaced.
“Oh, that’s alright. I’ll get you some lingerie for your birthday, how’s that sound?” Sonata took note of Pinkie’s continued hesitancy and let her smile become a little sweeter. “I’ll buy one for myself, how’s that sound? That way we’ll match and everybody will know we’re together!”
“But then everyone will get to see your butt, Sonata!”
“Uh-huh. But only you get to do whatever you want to it,” Sonata whispered.
Pinkie blushed, but allowed herself to nod. “I’ll go try it on… can you hold my stuff for me?”
Sonata sighed happily as she watched the dressing room door close, she letting her mind drift to imaginations of the body being undressed within. She loved Pinkie’s curves, the feel of swooping rolls that were delectable breasts and the comfy waistline underneath; now she’d be able to see it all day long and be perfectly able to devour it with a hungering gaze, let it be displayed for others to gawk at and envy. She rather thought that it’d be even better if the two of them could simply walk around naked- why not? People just had to freak out about such things around here, she guessed. Her gaze drifted about the seaside shack as she watched people come and go, the sounds of words and laughter that echoed from both inside and out. She grabbed herself a bubblegum-pink bikini and held it up to her more slender frame, smiling as she compared it to the color of her girlfriend’s hair; a perfect match. Now if she could just convince Aria who was walking into the store to like it too-
Wait. Cold horror as Sonata realized that no, she had not been dreaming such a thing. Aria was actually walking into the beach shack for some reason and seemed to not have noticed Sonata or Pinkie was here with her and she was here with Pinkie Pie!
Subtlety was a useless art, anyway. Sonata burst into Pinkie Pie’s dressing room and she smashed the door shut behind her-
“Sonata, what are you-”
“My sister’s outside!” Sonata whispered fearfully, holding a hand to Pinkie’s mouth so as to ensure the quiet. “She didn’t see me, so be really quiet!”
Eye wide, Pinkie didn’t dare move. Sonata remained rigid, the only thought capable of distracting her was that of Pinkie’s nakedness, that sweet skin of unblemished form there for her eyes to lavish love upon. Breasts that seemed so perky and playful, a mouth-watering pussy that deserved all the adoration in the world; she longed to feel either of them in this moment.
Pinkie released herself from Sonata’s grasp and whispered, “Is she gone?”
Sonata dared to stand on the dressing room bench and peered over the top of the door, looking for the signature pigtails and darkened hair. “I don’t think so,” she whispered.
Pinkie sighed with relief, remembering the last time the two had been caught together by one of their unwelcome parties. “Does she still not like me?” she inquired.
Sonata shook her head. “I tried talking to her last week,” she murmured. “And she started screaming at me when I said maybe you weren’t an awful person. To be around, I mean.”
“Can you not just tell her to be OK with it?”
Sonata blinked. “Have you told your friends yet?”
Pinkie’s frizzy hair began to deflate ever so slightly. “Well,” she hemmed, “I tried talking to Fluttershy the other day. Said maybe you weren’t bad- a bad person anymore or anything- and she seemed… she said I should only just try to be friends with you because you may still be a bad girl. And use me.”
Sonata felt a sense of shame at that. Was it true any longer? No, not really. Was the line of thought deserved? Unfortunately so. “Sorry,” she muttered.
“Why are you sorry?”
“Me and my sisters are the reason we can’t be friends,” Sonata said. “Because we were a bunch of greedy-grumps and tried to hurt you guys and now nobody wants to think we’re nice people and they don’t want you to date me because I was such a meanie to you.”
Pinkie let her own tinge of grief be added to the mixture, a dull softness in her eyes at the thought of things. “I forgive you, though,” she added. “Does that help?”
“A little.”
“Does this?” Not another word was said as Pinkie took Sonata in her arms and brought her to be pressed tightly against her naked form and kissed her, softly, deeply. Sonata let herself be lost in the depths of romantic feeling, far away from her sadness and thinking of nothing but the feel of Pinkie’s perfect skin, her tender lips as their loving embrace continued. A breath of air and another kiss, her arms wrapping around Pinkie’s beautiful neck- a small sliver of open mouth for her tongue to enter and give a single, gentle stroke. As the two women let their tender moment come to a close, it was obvious to each of them that the other still desired further; a switch had been flipped and would need to be tended to before day’s end.
“I love you,” Sonata whispered.
“I love you, too, sillyhead,” Pinkie whispered. “You still wanna wear silly bikinis and go to the beach?”
“Definitely!” Sonata proclaimed, hoisting up her prize and displaying it for her girlfriend to see, all thoughts of sadness and melancholy lost in anticipation of their next joyous activity together. “What do you think?”
Pinkie couldn’t help but notice the many gawking looks they gathered as the couple walked along the boardwalk. “So many people keep staring,” she murmured.
“Only because you and I look so sexy!” Sonata said happily, her arm around Pinkie’s waist and holding her tight. “Ooh, I love it! Everyone’s jealous of you and me!”
“Why are they jealous?”
“Everybody wants to be us- or wants us, sillyhead! But don’t worry,” she added with a whisper, “I’ll only ever let you love me.”
Pinkie blushed a bit, yet there was a smile at the words whispered in her ear. “Thanks.”
“And before you even try to ask, no, I won’t let you pay me back,” Sonata said, a solitary finger giving Pinkie’s rear a quick tap. “It’s a gift for the both of us and don’t you forget it.”
“For both of us?”
“Now everybody knows how hot your girlfriend is!”
“But they already knew that!” Pinkie replied.
“Well now you get to rub it in their face that you get to sleep with me and they don’t!”
Pinkie knew that had been rather loud, a thing that had likely been intentional so as to further spark envy in the crowd. She needed to bring this vivacious thing away from the crowds, and keep her mouth occupied. Now there were several ways to accomplish such a task…
“Tacos!” Sonata squealed, running up ahead to get into a line for a food truck, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet in excessive excitement. “Ooh, let’s get some! I’m back to being hungry again, are you? Come on, let’s get some lunch!”
And I didn’t even have to do anything! “Sure thing,” Pinkie said- but she couldn’t resist leaning over and pausing Sonata with a kiss.
Their meal of tacos were a mess of cheeses and lettuce, meats and sauces all perfectly blended together and dripping juice. Armed with a forest’s worth of napkins, the two girls found a place along the boardwalk to settle themselves and began to munch away happily, delighting in their meal and the company in which they shared it with. Gentle fingers brushed away bits and pieces that were left on the wayside, laughter came flowing at the sight of themselves. It was a good meal, and one that needed to be polished off by something cold and sweet; a nearby ice cream shack was just the place for such a task.
“MMM! Ohmygosh, this is just sooo good,” Sonata muttered, practically devouring half of her cone in a single mouthful. “Thanks so much, Pinkie!”
“You bet!” Pinkie had decided to lean towards the safe side this time around, grabbing only two scoops of cookie dough in a cup. “Mmph… what did you get?”
“Orange sherbert,” Sonata said, or at least what it sounded like. “It’s super yummy!”
“Is it? Let me see!”
Sonata offered up a hint of her cone but instead found her mouth met by Pinkie’s lips, a swift tonguestroke lapping away at the mouthful she had meant to devour, but was instead now shared by the both of them-
“Ooh, you’re right, that is supper yummy!” Pinkie smiled, perhaps even more strongly at the sight of her girlfriend turning red. “See? I can do it, too, sometimes.”
“Pinkie!” Sonata didn’t know whether to be embarrassed or turned on, and perhaps such a public place wasn’t the best locale in which to figure it out. It wasn’t like she didn’t wish otherwise…
“Come on, let’s walk on the beach for a bit! I’m too full to lie down yet!” Pinkie said, leading themselves down to the waterside, still gathering envious glances and longing stares wherever they walked. “Ow, the sand’s hot! We better keep moving!”
Indeed it was, and Sonata’s gaze was drawn to the water in which she had once belonged, in a world so very different from this one and in a time so long ago. It looked heavenly to the touch, even if it was only the slightest lapping of the waves on her feet. Gently, she steered Pinkie’s commanding march over to the dampened sand and let the surf come to rest between their toes-
Sonata sighed with a delight she had almost forgotten, the rejuvenating powers of the water coming upon her body and giving it a lifeblood that no magic could have hoped to match; pure, unfiltered relief was what she knew here, at the edge of the world. All her senses were set to overdrive, including those of her emotions. Longing was becoming unbearable…
“I’m glad you’re with me, Sonata,” Pinkie whispered happily. A hand drifted downwards from its place along the former Siren’s waist, plying listlessly at the string of her bikini bottom. “I can’t believe I ever thought you were just a big meanie. You’re like the best girl ever!”
“Th-thanks, Pinkie,” Sonata said, struggling to hold back her growing desire. There were fewer people on the beach here, less prying eyes that could see them together. She needed some relief soon, some way to be at peace with insatiable longing that demanded satisfaction.
“You know what? We should just tell everybody!” Pinkie declared, coming to a halt and taking Sonata by the waist. “Who cares if they don’t like it, right? They can’t stop us from loving each other, we’re being a bunch of scared sillyheads!”
Now that was unexpected. “Are you sure, Pinkie? I bet you anything Adagio and Aria would be still really mad at you –and me! And what about your friends, they’d be furious with you, too-”
“I know! But I bet they’ll get over it really quick or they’ll just have to deal with it!” Pinkie replied, a fierce gleam in her smiling eyes. “I’m not afraid anymore! I don’t wanna be, I want us to go on dates and have a good time with our friends at the same time, don’t you?”
“Yeah… yeah, I really do! But you’re sure?” She could feel herself starting to lose control; the beach had become empty, not a soul in sight wherever she looked, the landscape along the former boardwalk now nothing more than the sights and sounds of a nature devoid of human touch-
“Yep! I know I’m sure!” Pinkie said, holding Sonata tight. “Come on, we’ll tell everyone together. How does that sound?”
It sounded insane and perfect, Sonata unable to keep herself in check any longer and throwing herself about Pinkie in a spectacularly vicious kiss, pressed so deeply against the sweet woman’s body that she felt the satisfying squish of flesh held against flesh. There was only the barest fabric between their bodies, little to inhibit any sort of longing. She wanted this, perhaps even needed it-
“Sonata- mmph- babe!” Pinkie protested, her words coming out in mere spurts in between kisses that she both endured and enjoyed. “We’re in public-”
“No we’re not,” Sonata said, fingers running through frizzled hair as she continued her loving outpouring of kisses. “We’re alone- make me feel- brave.”
Pinkie’s will was perhaps not as ironshod as she’d pretended, whatever inhibitions she’d felt at first swiftly being pulled away like the tide. She first pretended to simply let Sonata continue to kiss her, to be a solitary being in the act of romantic love- but longing had its way and Pinkie held Sonata fast in her arms, meeting each kiss with a warm, comforting press of her own-
Sonata’s weight in her arms brought them both to ground but did nothing to stem the loving flow of kisses, a tender act slowly growing fierce as the two women’s frenzied passions found their way to the surface. Sonata took her place in Pinkie’s lap and cradled Pinkie’s face in her hands, drinking deep of that sugary sweetness that was the young woman’s lips, the melded couple braced by Pinkie’s arms against the sand beneath them.
“Mmm… And you’re sure about this?” Pinkie whispered.
Sonata kissed her into silence yet again, a playful nibble of Pinkie’s lower lip added for good measure. “I don’t wanna wait…”
“Well- neither do I,” Pinkie replied, leaning back all the more and letting Sonata take her place deep in her lap, the two women slowly grinding against one another as their symphony of kisses became all the more sloppy. Mouths became open for softened, salivating exploration as slick, pink tongues found one another and began their caresses, each stroke and plying touch one that sent shivers down their spine.
Pinkie sighed and let Sonata fully take over, simply melting away into their lip-locked frenzy as the sensuous Siren embraced her all the more deeply, not wanting to let a single moment see their two forms separate. The young bakery girl was in bliss as she felt Sonata’s tongue work its way through her mouth; a comfortable, softened, yet wonderfully potent presence as its sapphic skills lavished all the love Sonata held for her; such a feeling robbed her of thought and intent, Pinkie more than content to simply lie back and let Sonata’s masterful kisses continue on unabated for eternity.
“Pinkie,” Sonata whispered, drawing herself free from the depths of her girlfriend’s mouth and letting their intermingled saliva shine in the sunlight, “Suck on my tongue! Please!”
Pinkie grinned and took to the outstretched muscle with a fervent delight, the many years of candy and succulent morsels turning the seemingly purehearted girl into a sultry mistress of sensuous passion; gentle tonguestrokes were the first movement, a light touch that made Sonata shiver as the plying muscle was tenderly slickened. A brief parting, only for delicate lips to envelop and suckle with sweet brushes that were like fire to the heart. Pinkie held Sonata’s tongue in the clutches of her lips and refused to relinquish that delectable candy, keeping it fast within her tender clutches and not allowing an ounce of rest until she heard the Siren moan. At last when she felt the poor woman’s body trembling did she relinquish her lips from that lovely muscle, instead allowing hers to clash freely in the open air as the couple continued their twirling and sharing of lips and tongue-
Pinkie paused mid-kiss as she felt a sudden breeziness on her breasts that had not been there before; one last slurp and she relinquished her grasp upon Sonata to look downward and found herself topless, Sonata’s hands kneading at breastflesh as though by instinct. “Sonata!”
“Please don’t make me stop,” Sonata begged, leaning in to let the smallest hint of tongue to graze the areola. “I can’t wait, Pinkie, I really can’t!”
Waiting was not the issue; Pinkie Pie had never done something so daring before, and the risk that came with it was making her feel ways she hadn’t known one could. As Sonata took nipple in her mouth, it was only the smallest amount of adoration that set them to hardening. Pinkie let a long, lingering moan filter across her lips at the sensation made greater by the open air, perfectly content to allow her girlfriend to lavish the physical praises of a goddess upon her body. She adored this pleasant kneading of flesh, a worship of her body. Sonata licked and nibbled away gently- then a pull on the tit to heighten the sensation. It was enough to make her want to scream. “Do that again!” Pinkie cried, only to instead feel a flick of fingers against her unsuckled breast, and then again as skilled fingers held body firmly in control. It was the right kind of painful, one immediately followed by gentleness and love that seemed to go hand-in-hand.
“Pinkie,” Sonata whispered, pulling away from her luscious play of breastwork to grant a quick, sloppy kiss on her girlfriend’s lips. “Touch me there. Please.”
It was all she needed to say; Pinkie forced herself into a sitting position as the two women held each other, mouths deeply pressed together as hands found their way down to the dribbling lips below. She tore away the bikini bottom and let her fingers slip in to begin their masterwork, not an ounce of hesitation right from the start; her effort was intense, fierce, no slow escalation of movement but only a righteous lust that demanded sudden success.
Sonata had to bite back the desire to simply enjoy herself, her shaky fingers snaking into Pinkie’s bikini bottom to join in the outpouring, finding it slick and eager for lavishing. At first she only allowed one finger to explore and worship, but the depths of her own feelings would not allow such hesitancy for long; one more joined in, then another as the trio of movements within the slickened depths of Pinkie Pie intensified. She loved the sensation of the flowing fluids across her fingers, the feel of a whole body trembling from a single point; it was joyous, wonderful, and made even better by the love that was strong between them. As she felt the first tremor of her body begin, Sonata looked into the eyes of her love and saw the same rapturous flame that she knew was burning across her body like wildfire-
A sound of voices somewhere on the hills overlooking the beach; distant and unintelligible, out of sight, but still present. They weren’t alone any longer.
Pinkie wanted to call the warning but immediately faltered; her body was in heaven, the ability to hold back lost as she felt the first rocking wave begin to take hold. She wanted to run and hide, but to lose the feeling of Sonata’s fingers was impossible. “Kiss me!” she choked-
Sonata took Pinkie’s lips in an act of incredible fierceness and united the two together as both allowed themselves relief; moans came into mouths muffled as juices flowed across flesh and already fingers, each crashing wave met with a gentle, rocking motion of body against body. The sudden panic seemed to intensify the feeling and they held one another for a time that seemed long, longer and more perfect than they could have hoped for. When they felt it was at last safe to let themselves separate, their breaths came in gasps.
“We need-” Sonata struggled, her eyes glancing downwards to the strand of saliva that still joined their lips together. “Water! Get to the water!”
Fair forms still trembling, shaking from the last receding senses of feeling, they grabbed what miniscule clothing that had been set aside and made a mad dash out to the waves, crashing into the surf and letting themselves disappear beneath the seas just as the first silhouettes of human life appeared on the hills overlooking the beach.
“Ohmygosh that was really close!” Sonata gasped, fingers struggling to put her bikini bottom back about her waist. “That was so close!”
“I know! I know! I know!” Pinkie seemed to be caught in a loop of frenzied thought, incapable of calming herself. “Wow, oh wow! Sonata, can you-”
“I’ve got it.” The top was retied, sheathing well-adored breasts back beneath barest coverings, the two women at last able to calm themselves and know their secret moment had gone unnoticed. “Are- are you OK?”
“That… was super fun!” Pinkie said, taking Sonata in her arms for an excited embrace. “Oh my gosh, you felt great!”
Sonata was taken by surprise- at first all she could do was laugh, whirling about in the waves as she met Pinkie’s joy with a tinge of her own. After a time they were able to calm themselves and simply drown their inexhaustible emotions in each other’s arms, an act best done with tender kisses and coos as body was held gently against body. She didn’t want to stop, to not feel Pinkie’s lips against her own, to know anything but this happy, peaceful moment together. She let herself be lost in this love, knowing nothing but its warmth and tender touch that poured out from Pinkie’s caress.
“Pinkie, do you- are you still sure you wanna tell everyone?” she asked, a single hand stroking through salt-sprayed hair. “I mean, I’d understand if you didn’t.”
Pinkie nodded, suddenly appearing more solemn than she’d ever been before. “I think so,” she said. “No, I know so. Even though I’m super scared, I don’t wanna keep hiding anymore. What… what about you?”
Sonata smiled and threw herself into Pinkie’s arms, eager to take this next, wild step together. “I think we need to make a phonecall,” she said. “Or two.”
The sprawling mansion lay quiet, the peaceful afternoon little more than empty hours to those that dwelt within it. Halls were empty, the shining devices and items that dotted the living room remained silent. The pool that was carved into the balcony overlooking the lawn was tranquil, at peace; every bedroom that could be found lay empty and devoid of life and sound, save for one.
Adagio, sore to the smallest bone but bearing a deeply satisfied grin, scrolled through her phone as she rested naked beneath her bedsheets. She’d been the first to wake, as per usual, and she found no reason to cause a ruckus. It had been difficult not to grunt or groan from the weariness that plagued her form, but the smile she held was genuine. The night had been a long, deeply satisfying one.
A rustle next to her, and a muffled sigh. Red-and-gold hair that was little more than a frazzled mess began to rise from the depths of the covers and meet the waking world at last. “Mmf.”
“Good morning, sleepyhead,” Adagio teased, a hand reaching out to play gently with Sunset’s glorious mane, half-mindedly undoing whatever knots she saw. “Enjoy your beauty sleep?”
“Definitely,” Sunset replied, clearly still tired but just as wonderfully satisfied as the women beside her. “I can’t wait to get started all over again…”
Adagio laughed, letting volume creep in and awaken the room completely. “Patience, my little sunbeam. There’s plenty of time in the day for that.”
“I’m not patient,” Sunset replied, turning to her side and poking the freckled body of Applejack into awakening. “Get up, sugarcube. Rise and shine.”
“No.” Applejack refused to leave the safety of the covers, content to simply keep on resting.
“AJ…”
“Oh, is she complaining?” Adagio remarked, slithering herself out from beneath the covers and letting her sultry figure lie across the legs of the two women. “And here I thought our whole love affair was your idea. Lost your nerve, cowgirl?”
Applejack didn’t appreciate the challenge and she glared at her girlfriend. “I’m sore, thank you,” she muttered. “I don’t wanna go again, it’s too dang early.”
“I agree,” Adagio replied, fingers grasping the bedsheets and pulling them away to reveal all three of their splendid, naked figures to the open air. “But Sunset and I need a good morning kiss, don’t you think? I’d hate to start the day without you.”
Applejack looked like she wanted to continue protesting, but instead rolled her eyes and accepted defeat. She rose to her knees and took Sunset in her arms for a kiss, then another as Sunset gave a muffled laugh of happiness; Adagio didn’t mind the wait at all, having always enjoyed watching the two together just as much as taking part.
“Any sugar left for me?” Adagio teased, and was delighted when she felt the gentle, still-sleepy force of Applejack’s lips against her own, a jolt of surprise at the small nibble that came with it. “Mmm, and you’re still hungry. You liar.”
“And afternoon to you, too,” Applejack said with a giggle. She tried to pull away from Adagio’s grasp but became ensnared, kisses turning sloppy and coming into the open as tongue lathered across tongue- a snare for Sunset that worked gloriously as her own pink muscle joined into the loving display, the three women giggling and licking away at one another happily for a time, lost in the sultry lusts held for one another.
“I think she wants another round after all, Dagi,” Sunset said slyly, eying Applejack’s flushed features with teasing humor. “Ooh, what say we tempt her?”
Adagio was about to agree when her phone began to ring, the familiar jingle speaking to the summons of only one person upon this earth. “Oh come on,” she groaned.
“Sonata?”
“Yeah, so shuttup! She still doesn’t know we’re together yet,” Adagio said, scrambling for her cell.
“Just tell her already, Dagi,” AJ advised. “So what if she’s still mad at us?”
“It’s not that easy, I’ve been telling her to stay away from Pinkie for ages. I’m a hypocrite!”
Sunset scowled. “They’d be sweet together, just let it happen! For god’s sake, look at Rainbow and Aria, they think they’re subtle-”
“OK! I’ll tell her, just give me a second!” Adagio said crossly, answering the phone and motioning for her girlfriends to become silent. “Sonata! What do you want?”
As Adagio began her conversation with her sibling, Sunset felt a devilish smirk take form on her lips. Leaning in to Applejack and whispering, “I bet she gets cold feet without us. Wanna make sure she tells them?”
“Sounds fine by me,” Applejack replied. “And how do we do that?”
“Wanna make out?”
Applejack let her answer come in the form of a kiss, her strong body quickly overpowering that of Sunset’s as the two women lay beside one another and let their lips and tongues mesh together, an ample argument that was impossible for Adagio to ignore.
“OK, you’re at the- beach,” Adagio muttered, trying to force her eyes away from her lip-locked girlfriends, not noticing that her free hand was already snaking down to beneath her panties. “Cool- cool! What is it you wanna tell me?” She eyed the two women enviously as she heard Applejack give a sensuous coo; this was mean.
Sunset caught the change of expression out of the corner of her eye, relieving Applejack’s tongue of her salivating worship to tend to her clearly shell-shocked girlfriend. “What’s the matter?”
Adagio seemed stunned. “She… is with Pinkie. Right now,” she reported. “They’re dating.”
Applejack and Sunset shared a glance, then simply shrugged. “Well, that’s one couple down. Two more to go,” she replied.
Adagio felt pairs of eyes upon her and knew the time had come. “Well- alright, then,” she said into the phone. “Good for the both of you. I have something to tell you, too, but-”
Silence. Eyes flared wide.
“Wait, you’ve been dating for a year already?!”
Author's Note
Inspired by this. And then some.
Enjoy, I guess.
