I Said I Don't Like Girls!
I Said I Don't Like Girls!
The woman of many colors gave a long, irritated sigh as she tried to cement her grip on an often fiery temper, faced yet again with the one question she had heard for most of her life and still somehow possessed the ability to irritate her more than any other. She was more patient about it than she had once been, perhaps not even too long ago. But to hear it over and over again, for years on end and still no relief in sight –even in adulthood- was not something she was all too capable of simply letting pass on without some level of protest, despite her best efforts to the contrary. Even from her youth she’d heard it said of her, and even still it came along. Would there ever be an end to the constant barrage, the continuous presence? She doubted it.
“No,” Rainbow Dash said flatly. “I do not like girls. I have never liked girls. I will never like girls. And I swear, if you don’t stop asking me, I’m gonna get mad!”
As much as Rainbow Dash would prefer otherwise, she actually was in a conversation with a real person, a rather demure young girl with straight blonde hair standing before her and bearing an expression that looked suspiciously similar to disappointment. “Look, I didn’t mean anything by it, I swear,” she said dully.
Rainbow scoffed at the sudden backpedaling that was now coming from her companion, knowing exactly what was going on here. “Lavender, you’re a terrible liar. Spit it out and deal with it already!”
“Look, I was just- I didn’t think it’d make you mad!” Lavender protested.
“I’m only mad, as you say I am, because this was the third time today!” Rainbow shot back, in no mood to not see the message sink in. “Why? Why ask me again when I’ve told you no two times before this? Did you think I was lying?”
“Well, maybe a little…”
“Ugh- great, great. OK, why do you think I’m lying, then?” Rainbow asked. It wasn’t that she didn’t have a few guesses as to what answers would be given- she’d heard them all before. But she needed to hear them said or else she wouldn’t be able to properly shoot them down, just like every person that had come by and wondered the very same things.
“Well…” Lavender hesitated, clearly uncomfortable now that all the scrutiny had been turned towards her instead. “I mean, you… you’re kinda strong, and super into sports.”
Another familiar take. “And? What else.”
Lavender was struggling, perhaps getting a sense of just how deep a hole she was digging herself into with every word she continued to say. “Well, I- I mean, your- your hair, too, sorta makes me wonder… and you just, well… just sorta seem like you’d be into girls. You’re not very girly, you don’t like a lot of stuff girls do so I sorta wondered maybe if you were a bit… I had some tickets to a sorority dance and I wanted to know if you’d like to come. And meet- meet a friend of mine. You know.”
Rainbow sighed, thoroughly unimpressed by the points used in the argument that was somehow meant to sway her. Hadn’t she heard these for years, too? For some reason, any deviation from the norm set off all sorts of alarm bells in everyone she met. “OK. So- do you want to know my answer?”
“Yeah!” Lavender cried, promptly realizing she was far too loud- and far too wrong.
“OK. First,” Rainbow began, already summoning forth her usual rebuttals, “just because I like sports doesn’t mean I want to eat tacos. Second, I am fit because it is good for me. Thirdly, my hair? Really?”
Lavender blushed in response to that one, trying to look elsewhere but at the frustrated woman before her. “I thought you dyed it.”
“Dyed it??” Rainbow asked incredulously. “Lavender, think of my name! All natural here, come on!”
“I get it, I get it,” her companion ceded, nodding unhappily as she fully understood her answer. “Sorry for bothering you.”
“You’re not my type, OK? Nothing wrong with you personally- you’re a friend of mine. But if I say no… then I mean it,” Rainbow said. “I said I don’t like girls, and I meant it. It’s all really simple to figure out. You feel me?”
“I- well, I sorta wanted to,” Lavender said with a weak laugh, “OK. Another time, I guess.”
“The answer will still be no, and next time I’ll be angrier,” Rainbow cautioned.
“Wait, not what I meant, I promise! I just… look, I’m done working on this project, aren’t you? I kinda feel like going home, it’s late.”
Rainbow looked outside the library window to see darkness outside, and a swift glance at the clock on her phone confirmed it. “Shit, the library’s gonna close soon, isn’t it?”
“And Fuschia never even showed, too. So we’re kinda stuck,” Lavender sighed. “I’ll… see you on Monday, I guess.”
“Guess you will. Later.” Rainbow watched as her disappointed friend rose from her seat and left the study room, clearly weighed down by the burden of an unsatisfying conclusion to a conversation that she had wished would go more splendidly. Rainbow felt a twinge of sympathy, not yet one to know it wasn’t fun to be rebuffed. Lavender wasn’t a bad person by any means, and she was a decent enough friend- but when the message simply didn’t seem to go through…
Rainbow Dash had been hearing the same sorts of arguments all her life, despite her best efforts. They’d first assumed it because of her closeness to Fluttershy, and then her constant competition and tension with Applejack- and when they’d become close friends it had somehow gotten worse. Then always the same arguments: the hair, the athleticism, the simple things that made her Rainbow Dash in the first place. It probably wasn’t something that was ever going to go away at this point, if she was honest with herself. Just another cross to bear from being the specimen of perfection that she was every single day. It wasn’t anyone’s fault, really. She just didn’t like girls.
The walk back to her apartment was comfortable enough, the coolness of fall not yet fully brought down upon the college town in which she now dwelled. Needing little more than a light jacket was her preferred way of doing things, allowing her to stroll through the depths of the night in relative comfort. It was peaceful, really. She rather liked it. Nighttime was for doing things, as far as Rainbow was concerned.
She closed the door on her fortress of solitude and allowed herself to be immersed in the darkness for a bit, slowly kicking away her shoes and letting her unnecessary items simply fall to the floor in a heap. It had been a longer day than she’d first realized, more taxing than she’d expected. If the athlete was honest with herself, she needed to relax for a little while.
“Rainbow Dash? Is that you?” The sweet, familiar voice rang through the apartment to where the tired woman still stood.
“Yeah,” she said, only barely loud enough to be heard. “Yeah, I’m home.”
“Just checking. In the bedroom, hurry up, please.” This voice was softer, more lilted and delicate- but just as desirable to the ear.
Rainbow grinned- just checking, of course. So that would be her source of release for tonight, an offer that was never one to be rebuffed. “So, funny story from today. I got asked out again.”
“By another girl, I’m guessing?”
Rainbow laughed. “Yeah, another girl. Had to shoot her down a few times before she got the message.”
“Why, how interesting. What ever on earth made her so persistent?”
“Oh, you know,” Rainbow said, pausing at the fridge for a quick drink of water to quench her parched throat. “The usual things that are always brought up: the hair, the sports, stuff like that.”
“Wow, they never really have anything new, do they?”
“No, they certainly don’t,” Rainbow remarked. “I had to tell her the truth just like I do for everybody. I just don’t like girls.”
“Is that so, darling?” Rainbow pushed open the bedroom door and found Rarity settled atop the bed, staring at Rainbow Dash with a small measure of frustration. “If that’s the case, darling, then what do you consider Sweetie and I?”
Sweetie Belle, more relaxed and leaning back on the pillows that were propped against the headboard, looked over at her sister before allowing her glance to turn to Rainbow, a curiosity of her own apparent in her eyes at the sound of her sister’s question.
“I said,” Rainbow began, “that I don’t like girls.” She tossed aside her shirt and wriggled her way out of her sweat pants, allowing nothing but underwear and a comfortable bra to adorn her skin. “Because I love women.”
Rarity rolled her eyes at the oft-spoken answer, but allowed herself to smile nevertheless at the sound of it. “My dear Rainbow Dash,” she sighed, extending her gloved hand to reach out and lead Rainbow to her side. “I hope you weren’t mean. You know they can’t help it.”
“Can’t help what? To think I’m awesome?”
“I was going to say ‘alluring’ instead, darling.”
“I guess I’m that, too.” Rainbow, now beginning to relax even more, allowed herself to look upon her paramours with greater thoroughness in her gaze, not at all dissatisfied with what she saw. Rarity, ever the more elegant of the pair of ladies, was adorned in the sort of finery that always seemed to make her glow; rose-red lingerie, perfectly ornamenting her fair skin so as to accentuate her lush figure, seemed to shimmer like a ruby under light. The gloves were silken soft against Rainbow’s hand, the corset and garter that held fast to her frame were like the bow on a present- one in need of unwrapping. It was of no surprise to Rainbow that she’d at last sought out this dream of a woman, an eventuality that had finally come about after years of hemming and hawing. “You look hot,” Rainbow remarked.
Rarity gave a small snort of displeasure. “I would prefer sultry, if you would be so kind, darling,” she protested. “Or sexy, at the very least.”
“Oh, is hot not good enough for you, huh?” Rainbow teased, leaning back and playing with the straps on Rarity’s garter. “I just want to make you feel good, that’s all.”
“You can make me feel good, Rainbow,” Rarity said, “by kissing me hello.” She brought Rainbow closer to her awaiting lips that were the color of deep red, plumped and eager to feel the strength of her lover’s touch against them-
A sudden Hmph! met their ears and Rainbow was forced to pause. Sweetie Belle, displeased with having to be a spectator, had risen from her place on the pillows and taken Rainbow’s free arm in her hands, bringing the beginnings of her sister’s intimate moment to an abrupt end. “Don’t mind me,” she drawled, her face bearing a pout that set Rainbow to quivering, “I just wanted to make sure you didn’t forget me.”
“And how would I ever forget you?” Rainbow asked, a grin at the younger woman’s persistence. She’d been in constant competition with her sister for years, determined to win Rainbow’s affections before Rarity could steal them away for herself alone; when they had inadvertently confessed at the same moment, it had almost been a dire strait for their sisterly relationship. If Rainbow hadn’t intervened, admitted that she desired both of them, it might have gotten truly ugly. Now, the two sisters shared Rainbow between themselves- yet each still eager to find their pleasure with her first.
“Oh, I don’t know,” Sweetie said, pulling Rainbow from the depths of her sister’s embrace and further into her own. “Just in case you started getting caught up in other things.”
Rainbow smiled, eager to take in Sweetie’s fullness like the prized delicacy it was; less regal than her sister, yet still bearing a refinement that had made Rainbow pay attention. Soft-pink lingerie was all that lay upon her soft skin, hiding away a delicious bust that was even more magnificent than her sister’s; even if she did not possess her sister’s curves, the perfect breasts she held were more than enough to wide away any so-called shortcomings. “What if I could get caught up in you?”
“I just might like that,” Sweetie giggled, and she wasted no time bringing Rainbow’s lips to her own for a kiss, delighting in her lover’s firm grip that came about her body, the two women holding one another as the younger sister won Rainbow’s first kiss of the evening. It had been a surprise to Rainbow just how much she liked kissing Sweetie Belle, a gentleness that Rarity did not possess; more of a pristine ‘girl next door’ as always, the loving songstress was endlessly loving in touch and feel, always eager to grant a moment of physical comfort even if it were a simple embrace. Rainbow did not mind when the kiss slowed and deepened, the cherry taste of Sweetie’s lips tempting her to delve further and enjoy the flavor, to encourage Sweetie’s exploring hands to weave their way across her body and find further joy in the toned shape that Rainbow so easily possessed. She was willing to become lost in this lovely woman’s embrace, to think of nothing but these delectable lips-
“Nice try,” Rarity said, peeling Rainbow away from her sister and back into the depths of her arms. “But I think it’s my turn now, darling,” and she took Rainbow’s face in her hands to bring their lips together in a deep, zealous kiss that reminded the athlete why she’d lusted after Rarity for so long. It was a kiss that held a forceful passion within it, all the clothing and beauty products simply a mask to the deep romanticism that was within her. When Rarity kissed her, Rainbow knew it was to be the best kiss she would receive all day long, an unmatched, sapphic potency of unquenchable longing that had to be sated. Rarity’s lipstick, though flavorless, was the perfect color to bring about Rainbow’s arousal and she eagerly tried to meet the beautiful woman’s passions with that of her own, becoming lost in the kiss. Her lips parted and begged for the velvety, salivating caress of the women’s perfect tongue…
“Play nice, Rares,” Sweetie whispered as she sulkily took in the scene of the two women before her, eager to have Rainbow back against her bosom. “No need to be mean about it.”
“Sweetie, darling,” Rarity sighed, unwillingly extinguishing she and Rainbow’s romantic fires. “I’m not trying to be provocative, I promise!”
“But you always have to butt in! Can’t Rainbow and I just enjoy each other for a little while without interruptions?” Sweetie fired back, the tiresome argument again rearing its ugly head. “You always have to get your way and I’m having to wait-”
“Is it so hard to believe I simply adore our dear Rainbow and wish to be with her myself?”
“Yeah, but-”
“You know,” Rainbow ventured, “it’s not something we have to worry about. Like, at all, actually.” She felt both pairs of eyes turn on her now-grinning face, the thought that had again come forth in Rainbow’s mind unabashed by the two women’s confusion.
“And whatever do you mean, Rainbow?” Rarity asked.
“Well,” Rainbow said slowly, “we could all just get along and enjoy ourselves. And not care… who is who, you know. Just have fun.” It was the thought she’d carried for a few months now, a secret, dirty desire that had taken root from the very start of their oddball relationship, constantly given further life by every argument she witnessed between the two. Unconventional, certainly taboo- but very, very arousing to Rainbow’s sexual senses.
It did not take much effort for Sweetie and Rarity to understand the meaning behind their lover’s words. “You mean a polyamorous relationship,” the elder sibling concluded coldly, her eyes little more than slits.
“It could work,” Rainbow offered.
“Uh, isn’t she my sister?” Sweetie asked, her expression not bearing the coldness of her sister’s, instead a more ponderous look that gave the suggestion of thought.
“Does that have to matter?” Rainbow was no philosopher, nor a master of argument.
“Dear Rainbow, that is crass and unacceptable,” Rarity said. “Just because Sweetie Belle and I both love the same woman does not mean we wish to love each other in the same manner. It is indecent.”
“Yeah, I know,” Rainbow said as she resettled herself for a potential viewing experience. “But it’s super steamy- and I’d like to see it, and we’d have a whole lot more fun together.”
“It is wrong.”
“Doesn’t have to be,” Rainbow replied. “It’s not like you’d get pregnant or anything. And no one’s gonna know but us- unless we say anything, right?”
Rarity still held an irritated scowl, but the change that had begun to come over Sweetie Belle was taking root, the seed of intrigue beginning to sprout and actually blossom. Despite her sister’s protests, whatever inner dialogue her younger sister was dealing with seemed to have reached a conclusion- one that might shift the odds in Rainbow’s favor.
“Rainbow, I understand wanting to enjoy ourselves, but it simply too much to ask of a lady,” Rarity said.
“Umm…” Sweetie Belle took one last moment to think before letting her hand slide slowly over to that of her sister’s. “Rarity, so… so maybe it’s not a bad idea.”
The exquisite woman gave a start and turned to face her sister. “Sweetie Belle!”
“It might not be so bad,” Sweetie Belle offered, “and we probably would have more fun.”
“Sweetie, darling, you are my sister,” Rarity protested, “not my- my second girlfriend!”
“It could work! And- Rarity, you’re really beautiful,” the shapely songstress added.
“Yes, and- you, you are very beautiful as well, Sweetie,” Rarity replied, her rising tone now cooled and returning to a manner of softness. Sweetie Belle’s hand was fully atop hers now, gently massaging along and tracing skin to know its softness. “But still…”
“We could start slowly,” Rainbow offered at last, sensing a potential opportunity. “Why don’t- Sweetie, why don’t you and Rarity try- try kissing? Just a little?”
Sweetie gave a soft, encouraging smile at the suggestion and gazed upon her sister who still seemed to hold a good deal of opposition to the idea. Rarity looked over at Rainbow and glowered, but her expression could not hold its temperament for long when held against the inviting face of her beloved sister, who had always been so eager to share her love freely.
“Sweetie,” Rarity said, her voice almost like a pout. “We can’t.”
“I think we can,” Sweetie said, shuffling closer to her sister until she was caressing the waist of her sister and had her arms wrapped around the elegant woman. “We could at least try.”
“We- well, we-” Rarity was flummoxed, caught between personal esteem and the knowledge of secrecy. Perhaps only being asked to bend a little, not fully break, was something she could possibly accomplish right now. “We… we could try. Just a little.”
“Just a little kissing?” Sweetie asked coyly.
“Just a few kisses,” Rarity conceded, settling on her knees as she faced off from her sister, no longer trying to worm her way out of the younger woman’s embrace. The resplendent beauty was still flushed and clearly uncertain, but she had budged just a little, even putting her arms around Sweetie’s waist in an attempt of her own.
Rainbow watched with eager, bated breath at the sight she’d longed to see for months now finally coming to the realms of reality. Slowly, hesitantly, Rarity and Sweetie Belle closed the gap between them and found themselves in a meeting of lips, sister pressed against sister in the tentative touch of a first kiss, one held longer than proper by a small sense of awkwardness. They relinquished their union, but only for a time as they returned to find one another again, slowly and tenderly continuing to kiss with a delicacy that was both uncertainty and their own tenderness of romantic affection. Sweetie Belle’s hand traced along Rarity’s neckline and gently stroked the contours of her sister’s cheeks as they continued to kiss, coming a bit closer as her lips found that of Rarity’s yet again. And again. And again, the motions between them starting to come faster, more intense. Rarity’s hands left their place about her sister’s waist and began to travel up along her body, finding the glorious breasts of Sweetie Belle and let her hands remain there, even beginning to knead them out of a small, sensual desire.
“Mmm…” To Rainbow’s surprise and delight, the first coo came from Rarity. They were enjoying it now; lips pressed deeply against one another as the two women continued to kiss, sisterly love swiftly descending into the realm of the romantic as their kissing went from gentle to passionate. Lips pressed fiercely against one another bringing about deeper lavishing of love, greater sounds of satisfaction that poured out from muffled mouths, bodies pressing all the more firmly against one another until two finally became one and unified in glorious romance, Rarity kissing Sweetie Belle with all her lustful passions. The two sisters could not resist one another now, touching and feeling of one another until mouths became open and were glued together, the deep strokings of tongue coming forth as salivatic passions turned their desires to the realms of sloppy and frantic as the two women were unable to enjoy each other enough, finally coming to a brilliant climax that saw them breathless, one last kiss bringing them together- and then apart in the symphonious sound of suckled perfection, only a thickened band of gossamer saliva binding the two sisters together in sweet, sapphic harmony.
Rainbow, quietly stroking herself through the cloth of her underwear, could only stare in awe at the perfect sight she been blessed to witness. To call it the hottest thing she’d ever seen was an understatement.
“Wow,” Sweetie Belle whispered, dazed by her sister’s brilliance.
“Sweetie Belle,” Rarity said, red-faced and giggling yet thoroughly pleased with her venturing, “you were… magnificent, darling.”
“You, too,” Sweetie said, her hand held fast against her sister’s cheek and clearly eager for further, deeper exploration. “Do- do you want to do more?”
“Why, that sounds delight-”
“Yes, get to it already!” Rainbow cried, unable to wait any longer as her own lusts became maddening to withstand. “Come on, keep going for crying out loud!”
Rarity and Sweetie turned to their beloved spectator, their shocked faces quickly turning to alluring smiles. “Then get us started, why don’t you?” Sweetie demanded.
It was the invitation Rainbow had been waiting for, she leaping into the fray and taking her two lovers for her own as she took Rarity into a ferocious kiss, only to swiftly turn to Sweetie Belle and find those softened kisses there waiting for her firmness, continuing to turn back and forth between the two until the trio of lips found one another in a glorious, heavenly union of deep, amorous lustings that saw the three beautiful women bound together, each caring not whose touch they found to meet their own. Each kiss they now shared was of a different kind of perfection the likes of which they had never known before, the natural feel and sensual allure of each woman now heightened and made more perfect by the contrasting presence of the other. For Rainbow, she was in a realm of heaven the likes of which she’d never believed was possible, the endless grace of Rarity now merged perfectly with a gentle sweetness that was of her sister, each new kiss bringing forth a different sort of delight. Small laughter came forth and mouths that had been firmly pressed together now opened to reveal long, slickened tongues that were a delight to the senses, the three women finding each other and letting themselves twirl about in a perfect dance of fantastic pleasure, each graceful lick that found the other sending them to shivers. Never before had Sweetie Belle known her sister could feel so pristine, taste so decadently wonderful; the intensity of Rainbow’s thorough lavishing now given a regality of touch, a targeted and sensual feel to each stroking caress. Likewise, Rarity found herself not as overwhelmed by Rainbow’s worshipful fervor- yet still in bliss as she tasted the sweetness of her sister’s own salivating tenderness that gave a touch of gentleness to the passionate act.
There was not one of the three lovers who wished to see their menagerie of kisses come to an end, to not feel so thoroughly bound together, but furious desire demanded deeper satisfactions, and the growing sound of it could not be ignored for long. As though of one mind, Rainbow and Sweetie Belle at last turned themselves away from the glorious fashionista’s tongue and paused from their journey only for a moment, to display their own slickened kisses for her viewing pleasure and see that powerful lust in her eyes that would demand their actions. Breaking apart, they turned to the fine corset and garter that held desired treasures within and began to tear it away, a mixture of gentleness and ferocity as fair form was laid bare for their awaiting eyes to see. Sweetie Belle stared at her sister’s luscious figure with a newfound sensation of hunger, trembling at the thought that this would be her first time to truly explore such a wondrous thing by her own actions; it was a beautiful thought.
“Look,” Rainbow whispered, a solitary finger taking the first stroke into Rarity’s folds and bringing it forth fully soaked. “She’s already wet. Have a taste, why don’t you?”
The hungering young woman licked away at the viscous fluid and found it a taste she had never imagined, as though the scent and flavor of roses; it was all Sweetie could do to not fall weak at this first pinch of delicacy. “I… I need-”
“More,” Rainbow guessed, and delighting in the nod that came in reply. “Go on, you can have her first. I’ll keep the rest of her covered.”
“Rainbow, don’t just sit there and- ah!” Rarity’s impatient protests were brought to a halt as the beauteous woman’s body was ravished from top to bottom, Sweetie Belle’s newfound lusts sending her deep into the dribbling folds that awaited their thorough examinations, all the while Rainbow began to leave that trail of kisses that the fashionista always so deeply desired- one pair joining Sweetie in the juices below, only to begin to trail upwards in a slow, deliberate line of love that took hold upon hardened nipples and gave them a thorough worship. Rainbow knew Rarity’s sensitivity and played that to her advantage, gentle kisses intermingled with precise, momentary pinches or teasing bites on titflesh that would send her into shivers, the masterful mixture of pain and softness bringing about further raptures that would make her squirm. Normally it would be an act that would be time deeply spent, a mere foreplay to the greater acts to follow; but this was no ordinary night, and Rainbow could feel Rarity already beginning to struggle. Down below, Sweetie Belle’s hungering plunge was not leaving room for rest and reprieve, her sister starting to crumble under the weight of such brilliant service. Small coos turned to moans, delighting sounds that filled the bedroom with the calls of sexual harmony- only to be muffled and turned to near-silence by the tonguework of Rainbow Dash, mouths fiercely pressed together and pressing down the sounds of Rarity’s happiness, all as Sweetie continued to eat away of her sister’s pleasures.
Rainbow kept Rarity’s mouth busy, drank hungrily of her cries and salivated offerings, holding down breast and body until she felt a deep, potent tremor course through the lush figure; one more shudder, then a great heave as Sweetie Belle’s masterstroke made its mark upon the core of her sister’s folds and set her to a perfect agony. Releasing Rarity from her clutches, Rainbow tore away just as the height of orgasm struck- a great, moaning cry of absolute delight erupted and was beautiful music to their ears as juices flowed forth from within and onto the awaiting, still-lapping mouth below. The great rocking became weaker and the need to be clean came upon the three women; Rainbow allowed some measure of softness to enter and she kissed her ravished lover as the depths of her passions down beneath were tended to by the gentle, tracing tongue of her sister until no drop could be found.
Rarity moaned delightedly, struggling to rise to a sitting position and embrace her two lovers. “Darlings!” she cried, taking each of them into her embrace for a passionate, grateful union of lips. “Oh, I have never felt anything quite as perfect! Sweetie, you absolute delight, you!”
“She was great, wasn’t she?” Rainbow whispered, turning her eyes away from the fully satisfied fashionista and down to the blushing, embarrassed songstress that had brought about such a masterwork. “Look what you did, Sweetie.”
“I was only doing my very best.”
“I know. Don’t you think that deserves a reward?” Rainbow turned to her beloved beside her with a grin that suggested further ravishings. “Don’t you think Sweetie deserves something nice? She worked so hard…”
“Ooh- why not something special, darling?” Rarity suggested, a sultry look growing in her eyes at the sight of her sister. “Something extra special. A… one-two punch.”
“Ha! I like the sound of that,” Rainbow said. “Hey, Sweetie. Why don’t you have some fun- and strip for us?”
The young woman clearly held no desire to refuse such an offer, not with two pairs of longing eyes beheld her with such lavish fervor; they wanted to look at her, to lust for her tender flesh. Rising from her place on the bed, she began the calm, sensuous dance of one who knew their greatest physical aspect. Breasts were squeezed, made unmistakably clear to drooling, longing senses; slow, rolling movements kept them fully on display as body curved and turned about; a dip downwards and a small flash- panties dropped and just as swiftly retrieved, a mere taster for the further reveal.
Sweetie glowed, feeling the hungering of her audience and reveling in its power. She could go further now, give away even more. She again leaned over and allowed her delicate rear be the prime view as she slowly unfurled panties away, down her legs and leaving them dangling at her feet; a sudden turnaround and she flared her legs wide, letting her own dripping sex be given primacy as she took clothing in hand and flung it away carelessly- or perhaps not quite, as the delicate item fell right into the hands of her awestruck sister, who took them for a sniff and seemed to delight in the scent that now made her hunger.
The songstress grinned; one final act and there would be nothing that would hold them back, one last display of her greatest asset to send them into a frenzy. Slowly, delicately, she unhooked the clasp of her bra yet held the garment fast to her form- one last tease- then a sudden reveal as her perfect mounds tumbled out into the air and showcasing all of her beauty for them to see. Not one part of her was left covered, she fully bare and beautiful to look upon.
Her audience was left star-struck, perhaps pushed into silence by this new display of sensuality. Sweetie Belle, so often the calm initiator of more tender care, had outperformed herself wonderfully. Rainbow was licking her lips at the sight of her, continuing to let her eyes take in the delicate form that somehow had been blessed with such splendid breasts that so easily hypnotized. To great surprise, the first to creep closer and act upon her desires was Rarity, inching towards her statuesque sister with a look of a new desire.
“Sweetie,” Rarity breathed, her own breast heaving with barely-contained longing as a hand almost listlessly traced along the curvatures of her sister’s bosoms. A small feel there, a gentle knead- a delicate flick of a nipple that hardened at the touch. “Darling, I- darling…”
“Like what you saw?” Sweetie asked playfully.
“I- oh, come here already!” Rarity cried, taking Sweetie in her clutches and throwing her down onto the bedsheets, a ravenous line of kisses coming to play upon their lips and becoming incensed as the elder sibling could not restrain herself; claiming that glorious pink muscle as her prisoner, the fashionista took to sucking upon tongue as though it were a lifeblood, gracing it with a relentless passion of unshakeable lust. She needed her sister’s tongue, craved it, viciously desired it- and to think she had been hesitant about such trivial things! Rarity had thought all she needed to be satisfied was Rainbow, only to find there was so much more to crave.
Sweetie gently pushed her sister away, the gossamer strand between them holding fast just long enough for Rainbow’s plying fingers to come between and pluck it away for her own devouring. Sister lay atop sister, gasping and clearly expecting much more potent forces to come about next. “Rarity,” Sweetie said breathlessly, “don’t stop. I want you to- please, fuck me!”
“Of course, darling,” Rarity said softly, a single kiss of the neck to seal the promise. “But you deserve better than just that.”
“Totally,” a now-naked Rainbow said, coming forth and taking hold of the gentle-hearted songstress in a firm grip. “Trust us, alright? You’ll love it.” Before Sweetie could protest, she felt the delicate weight of her sister leave its place upon her form and be replaced by the strength of Rainbow coming atop her, each movement further across marked by a kiss along the body that set her to trembling. The athlete crawled until she was perfectly placed, that silken tongue gently teasing the dripping sex of the young woman while her very own lay just out of Sweetie’s reach, juicy and tempting like fruit of the vine. “Have fun.”
There was no reason to hesitate as each woman began to drink deeply of one another, mouths taking hold of lower lips and granting upon them the deepest, most passionate of kisses that could only from an intense passion; Sweetie Belle relished the flavor, the almost tangible feeling of might that the confident athlete always seemed to possess. It was there in every ounce of her that she could find, could touch and taste; every droplet of that prismatic woman’s nectar seemed to be overflowing with it, abounding with the very things about Rainbow that the sweet woman craved. It had so often been enough to simply have one cherished treasure with her at a time, whether to give or receive had never really mattered. She loved to taste Rainbow, and to be given that same love in return. But to have both at once, to feel this powerful woman in her grasp and to be in her grasp at the same time-! Sweetie could not even be bothered to think when faced with such blissfulness. She continued her eager lappings, pressing a little deeper into Rainbow’s puffy depths-
A halt as a new sensation entered the fray; there had been no pause in Rainbow’s offerings, no ceasing of her own work. That had been a different feeling, a velvety press of someone else entirely now stroking along her rear and finding her- that was Rarity! Sweetie felt the first plying stroke of tongue at the very edge- then a deep, plunging sensation as her sister’s tongue delved into her ass and sending the young woman’s mind into a spiraling mess of fireworks and stars. As above- and below! The magnificent, loving, and thoroughly perfect ravishings of such beautiful creatures against her body were more than she had ever dreamed of, and Sweetie struggled to hold back moans. She had to repay this outpouring, give back to her lovers just as she had given just moments before. All tenderness now unrestrained, she delved greedily into Rainbow’s folds and plucked away with reckless abandon with every ounce of her skill in pleasure. She tried to focus on the succulent morsels that were there for her plundering, to lavish her own praises upon them, constantly struggling against the ecstatic sensations that were being brought against her own body. Above, below, and occasionally Rarity would dart below to merge her tonguework with that of Rainbow’s, the two women intertwined as they feasted upon pure flesh. Sweetie struggled mightily now against her desire for release, trying to forgo her own pleasures until she had found conquest herself; she needed to feel Rainbow’s juicy flow upon her face, to drink so deeply of viscous magnificence as though she were dying of thirst. She knew she was close, could feel Rainbow’s potent frame beginning to grow taut with preparation- if only she could hold a little longer, pluck away all the more deeply!
She again felt a singular, merged lavishing upon her own sex break away, twin tonguestrokes finding her very core and setting her heart aflame. She couldn’t hold back any longer, but she had to finish!
As the first rocking wave crashed along her body, Sweetie used the momentum to dive deep into Rainbow’s folds and lick away wildly, no thought or reason behind her actions as she let her own euphoria drive her actions into overdrive, moans and cries of delight transformed into one last, great effort. As her own juices flowed freely into the world, she at last felt Rainbow’s body tremble out of control and she opened her mouth to receive it all, hungering wildly for all the flavor and perfection she could grasp- all the while, her own body rocking as she let her feelings be made clear. But exhaustion was starting to claim her now, that need for reprieve even if only for a brief while. Dissatisfied with her efforts, Sweetie began to retreat from beneath her lover’s soaked sex and sought air…
Rainbow moved from atop her own, lying beside as the athlete tried to regain some semblance of control. Sweetie could see all the remaining stickiness, that tang of flavor she so craved, yet unable to find the strength to consume it all-
“Don’t leave a mess, darling,” Rarity said playfully, coming to her sister’s side and gracing their lips with a unified kiss. “Let’s get Rainbow all cleaned up, shall we?”
Sweetie grinned at the prospect of sharing, the two sisters lying down and wiping away all trace of Rainbow’s juices, tongues lathering across bare flesh as they lapped at the remnants of their artistry. Slick saliva was mingled with viscous juice, smooth wetness wiping across soaked skin; occasionally they would pause and see a brief union of tongues together, curiosity of flavors mingled bringing Rarity’s mouth against that of her sister’s again and again, fearing any moment separate would bring an end to the memory. When they felt keen enough to try, twin pairs of lips would find lower ones that were still puffed and pliable, placing delicate kisses meant to tease- sometimes solitary, sometimes unified. And even though they had come down together to bring about a peaceful end, one small part of them still hungered for a little more.
Rainbow quivered, an unexpectedly feminine response from such a strong woman. Sweetie Belle had to pause from her praises to make sure she had actually seen and felt the reaction, to ensure it was in fact not a daydream. Rarity grinned and gave a quick, swift plucking of Rainbow’s folds with her fingers- and was answered with a weakened moan that somehow escaped the woman’s lips. A sign of vulnerability, and perhaps a subtle urge for more.
“Sweetie, darling,” Rarity murmured, “I believe Rainbow wants one last workout. Would you mind helping me finish her off?”
“Only because you asked nicely,” Sweetie replied, the two siblings meeting for a kiss of promise- and then promptly diving in, taking Rainbow in the midst of her unexpected vulnerability in the hopes of triumph.
The sisters were a formidable pair even in their own weariness, plying fingers and mouths putting the athlete’s willpower to the ultimate test as she tried in vain to hold back from further exploitation. It was more than her body could handle, more than she knew how to withstand; more than just physical touch and sensation, it was the thought of such sweet sisters now intertwined in their sensuous passions and plying away at her spent flesh all at once that put Rainbow into ecstasy. Despite her tiredness, the breaths that came in ragged gasps amidst feminine moans, the once-powerful woman could not hold herself back for long; every ounce of her demanded release, and these gorgeous woman that fed upon her would see the need met. It did not take long for willpower to crumble beneath such an amorous assault, Rainbow unexpectedly crying out to signal the sisters’ victory and letting herself flow freely one last time, weary tongues and fingers finding all that she had released and more for their taking. Rainbow could hardly think, hardly feel, and most certainly couldn’t move; beyond her wildest hopes and dreams, she had somehow come away from this sapphic union as the one most utterly conquered, and just maybe the one most satisfied.
When she found some strength to rise from her place, Rainbow’s ravished form looked up to see Sweetie and Rarity intertwined in a soft, slow parade of kisses that spoke to the coolings of sexual fire. As the audience was recognized, Rarity opened her eyes and gave hint to a smile, unwilling to break away from her sister’s lips but instead offering a hand to help their lover join in. The trio of lips enjoyed themselves together for a time, each press more delicate and tender than the last until there was little else to do but simply lie upon the ravaged sheets in a sweaty, soaked heap of various fluids and juices with the hopes that their soreness in the morning would not be too severe.
“Shit,” Rainbow managed to gasp. “I didn’t know I could be this tired.”
Rarity giggled, unable to find the physical strength to raise herself from her place atop the prismatic woman’s legs. “Sweetie and I wore you out, did we?” she teased. “Why, of all things- the great and mighty Rainbow Dash has her limits.”
“I guess I do,” she admitted, and not at all bothered by the confession. “You two were amazing. Sweetie, Rares, just… wow.”
“That was fun. Really fun,” Sweetie affirmed, in a heap somewhere beside her sister and perfectly unwilling to move an inch. “I love you both- so much.”
“And I you, darling,” her sister added. “And you, dearest Rainbow.”
“Love you two- too,” Rainbow said, her terrible jokes receiving the proper giggles from her girlfriends. “I… I don’t think I can move.”
“Are- we’re just going lie here for the night?” Rarity asked aloud. “In the midst of our field of conquest?”
“We’ll clean ourselves up in the morning,” Sweetie suggested. “Have some fun with it, you know? Help each other out.”
There were a multitude of promises and suggestions in those words, and not one of them minded the thought of that. As they let the deep darkness of the night carry on outside their window, the three women began to drift away into a contended, fully exhausted dreamland that lay at the edge of a promise for a different sort of tomorrow.
Author's Note
So there's this. I guess. One-shots come randomly.
Enjoy, I guess. Shout-out to all the people who will downvote without reading because "mah ship."
