Equestria Girls: Scores to Settle

Chapter 5

The first sign that something had gone terribly wrong was when Adagio woke up to find her hands tied together by some rope. She tried to free herself but soon discovered she had also been tied around a thick apple tree. Looking around she found Frosty Orange, Aria Blaze, Cherry Crash, Vignette Valencia tied to nearby trees, all strategically positioned so everyone could see where the others were.

“Ah, you’re finally awake?” Sunset Shimmer asked while Fluttershy tended to her wounds, using her powers to heal her as much as possible.

“FuuuuUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCKKK!” Adagio Dazzle cried out with all the might and fury her sore lungs still possessed and that was enough to wake the other girls one by one. “Fucking dammit! This isn’t how things were supposed to go by!”

“D-Dammit… beaten again!” Cherry Crash said now waking up, quickly realizing her position. “Fuck you, Adagio, I told you she was mine!”

“You were the one that stepped out of the plan in the first place, Crash! But it seems we were stabbed in the back long before that!” Adagio gritted her teeth as her eyes landed on Sonata, the blue-skinned siren holding hands with her girlfriend while looking down on her. “You better change that damn glare, Sonata, or I’ll--”

“Or you what, Adagio?” Sonata replied without a hint of fear in her voice. For the first time in her life, she was standing up for herself. “Will you beat me up again? Force me to scrounge up money like after we lost our powers? Present my ass--” she stopped herself mid-sentence, not wanting to delve too much into those painful memories. “No. You know what? You’re not worth the effort. Not you, not Aria, not anyone.”

“AHAHAHA! Looks like Sonata finally found herself some guts! Maybe now she’ll be of actual fucking use for once! Hey, Nata, get your ass over here and untie us, will you? We lost the fight so there’s no reason to keep us bound?” Aria smirked. “Or don’t you trust us~?” She taunted as she looked at all the girls from Sunset’s side glare at her. Her smug expression dropped when she didn’t see one girl in particular. “Hey, where’s Applejack? Did I hurt her that much?”

“She’ll be back alright,” Sugarcoat replied, stripped down to just her panties as water still dripped out of her body and hair. “We thought about cleaning you too, Adagio, but we didn’t want to waste water sooooo go fuck yourself,” she ended by flipping her the bird.

Adagio didn’t care much and simply stared down at Sunset. “You’re lucky you had that fucking treacherous mole at your side, Sunset. Sonata, you’re going to pay for this when we get back home.”

Letting out a laugh that froze the blood of everyone around, Sonata stook a firm, unflinching stance before her sisters. “Didn’t you hear me before? I’m done with you two. This time for real. You crossed the fucking line, Adagio, Aria. We may be sisters… but I was never part of your sick, shitty family.”

“Says the siren that still went along sucking all that delicious negativity and making lives miserable~,” replied Aria.

Sonata closed her eyes. “It was an addiction… and one you two dragged me into! But now… now I’m free. Free from it, free from our curse, and free from you. I’m free… and I plan to keep it that way. I’ll be heading to your home and take only what’s rightfully mine… then leave and never return to your side again, you monsters.”

Adagio and Aria froze in that instant as they saw the burning hatred of their sister and the consequence of treating her like a slave for millennia. “Y-You can’t… Nata. W-We’re the Sirens Three… without you…”

“Without me, Dagi, you’ll be without a pet slave that follows on your shit and you’ll lose the damn plaything that you can whore out to drunks for a quick buck!” Sonata spat angrily.

“Well said, girl,” Sour Sweet applauded. “Fuck them fishy bitches.”

“T-That’s all I can do,” Fluttershy muttered.

“Thanks, Fluttershy,” Sunset examined herself and found most of her minor injuries were gone, but her bruises, while diminished, were still very much present, but she didn’t mind that. What was once weeks of slow recovery had now turned into one or two at most. Getting up from her improvised seat against the Sirens’ van, she allowed Lemon Zest to take her turn and get healed by Fluttershy. “You know… I’m glad this happened, Adagio.”

“Come again?”

“Pardon!?”

“The fuck do you mean by that?”

“Seriously!?”

Several complaints from every girl present were announced but she paid heed to none of them. “Yup! Because now I can’t stop cracking my head against a wall trying to replace your gems!” With a nod, Twilight levitated her purse to her, allowing her to pull out a single yellow stone from within it. “This is a prototype and I was planning to show it to you girls… but then you showed your true colors and I put this on the backburner of my mind.”

Aria and Adagio stared at the gem, an exact replica of the ones they had lost, just of a fiery orange-yellowish coloration.

“W-W-What’s that?” Aria asked, bewildered.

“This, you brutish cunt, is the result of countless sleepless nights,” Sunset chuckled. “‘Hey, they are actually cool now and are our friends. Maybe I should try to do something nice for them since I was the one that pretty much fucked them over’-- That’s what I told myself when I started working on a way to help you out. This beauty right here-” putting emphasis on the small gem. “-is a weaker version of your gems. It’s mostly cosmetic would only aid you in harmonizing better without doing the whole negative emotion corrupting vampiric thing the old ones did. Yeah, you wouldn’t be able to suck power from these, but you could sing better,” Sunset’s expression turned sour, clutching the gem tightly. “I was going to make two more and give them to you as a present once I perfected the gems to make them more or less similar to your old ones. But now? Fuck you.”

“...” Adagio looked at the ground then at the gem as Sunset opened her fist, and then she began to tear up. “You were… going to do that for us?”

“Exacto-mando!” Sunset’s smile was misplaced on her face given the death glare she was also giving the two bound sirens. “I was going to do that. And I also was planning on destroying this one and never tell you anything about it. But Sonata contacted me and put me up to date with your plans… good to know there was at least one of you who actually tried to be better,” she then walked up to Sonata and handed her the gem. “It’s yours, Nata. Do with it whatever you want.”

“...” Sonata stared at the gem for what felt like an eternity. “You know… half of me wants to see Applejack destroy it or just blow it up into confetti. But I think I’ll keep it,” Sonata then tore away her red, cracked gem and placed the orange one in. To the surprise of everyone, the red gem blackened and then turned to ash, scattering to the wind. The new gem pulsed with energy and a short-lived flow of magic traveled to her throat. “I CAN SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINGGGGGGGGGGG~~!”

The voice of Sonata was melodious, beautiful, and perfectly synced. Still not as good during their prime but so much better now that she was allowed to sing in her own style. “Thank you, Sunset!”

“NO! NONONONO! You’ve got to be fucking shitting me!” Aria shouted. “How in the name of fuck were you able to do that!? I don’t buy it! Our gems were born with us, they are a part of what we are and Sonata just destroyed her gem! HA! Good luck, loser, you fell right into her trap and now you’ll never be a siren again!”

“Then I am glad,” Sonata snapped back at her sister, smiling widely and sincerely. “I always hated being a siren… but that was everything I had and I could do. Not to mention the addiction, that horrible addiction to mayhem and suffering, just to grow stronger. I know Sunset isn’t a manipulative bitch-”

“Not anymore at least,” Sunset said in good humor, taking a jab at herself.

“-so I trust her gem. It may not be the same, but I think I can finally be happy and live my life alongside the girl I love,” she blushed as she looked at her equally blushing girlfriend. “So I can finally say this to you, Aria, Adagio. Go fuck yourselves.”

Adagio snarled. “Let’s see how long you’ll last without, Sonata.”

“I reckon she’ll last a helluva longer than you will, Adagio,” the voice of Applejack was heard and all heads turned to see her walking out of her barn holding some sort of stick in her hands. “Let ‘em go.”

With a flick of her finger, Twilight undid the knots of the ropes holding them to the trees but not the ones on their hands. Trixie, with a swish of her hat, absorbed all the ropes into the blackness of it, making them vanish.

“Do you think we’re going to stop--”

*CLUNK-CHKKT*

All eyes again turned to Applejack when the source of the strange sound was discovered.

“Holy… fucking… shit…,” Cherry Crash muttered. “Is that a motherfucking Super90 Semi-Automatic, Pump-Action 12-Gauge shotgun?” She asked in a trembling voice. Everyone wasn’t sure if she was terrified, aroused, surprised, or all three at the same time judging by her tone of voice. “Where in the world did you even manage to get one of those?”

“Places,” Applejack replied. “Now, would you five be so kind to get your stinking asses out of my property before I rightfully endorse the law for having trespassers on my farm?”

“Hah, or what?” Aria challenged.

“Aria? Aria? D-Don’t… just, seriously, don’t!” Cherry Crash said in a panic while Vignette and Frosty Orange huddled behind her. “L-Look… I know weapons… and that beautiful beast she’s carrying is one of the deadliest and most accurate shotguns in the entire world. You need to be jacked just to lift that thing… and with her strength, the recoil will likely tickle her at worst! And by the way, she’s holding it, she’s got some serious practice with that thing!” Feeling like she might wet herself, she got on her knees. “Let’s go! Let’s just go, please! If just a single pellet hit us it would be like getting shot by a fucking magnum for God’s sake!”

“She doesn’t have the guts to squeeze the trigger. I know heeeeeer~,” Aria taunted even as Adagio backed away.

As a demonstration, Applejack took aim to her left and fired, instantly shattering a dead tree’s trunk, leaving it in twain. The sound made everyone flinch and cover their ears as best they could with their roped hands.

*CLUNK-CHKKT*

“Say that again, I dare you,” Applejack threatened before pointing the shotgun at them.

“...NOPE!” Aria shouted, turned around, and ran towards the van.

“Get to the van! Get to the van! Get in the fucking van!” Adagio ordered as the other three screamed in panic. They arrived at the van moments after but found the slide gate closed. “What the fuck!? Why won’t the door open!?”

“Hello, Adagio?” Sonata called out from the driver’s seat while Pinkie sat on the passenger's one. “The van is mine now. Don’t worry, I’ll leave your stuff back in your home. This is the least I deserve after enduring the way you two treated me for centuries!” With that said, she turned the engines on.

“Sonata! Don’t you fucking dare! SONATA! SONAAAAATAAAAAA!” Adagio and Aria screamed her name while she accelerated and moved forward. Then, she did a turn and slowly, maliciously, gave her sisters the finger while Pinkie joined her with a raised hand up her open window.

“I’m going to carve her face in when I get my hands on her damn, treacherous neck!” Aria shouted as they saw the van leaving at a leisurely pace, just barely faster than the five escaping girls could run in an attempt to gloat and goad them into a false sense of hope. Finally, apparently having had enough, Sonata stepped on the pedal, and a cloud of dust was formed as they left the five behind for good. “IF YOU TOUCH MY COLLECTION OF STRAP-ONS YOU ARE DEAD, SONATA!”

“I can’t believe she would just leave us… hey, where the hell is Octavia!?” Vignette asked as she ran.

“Fuck, did she betray us, too!?” Frosty Orange cursed.

“AH WOULDN’T WORRY ABOUT THAT, SUGARCUBES!” Applejack shouted, standing still within hearing range of their frantic discussions. With another shot fired from her shotgun, the five girls, wounded, bloodied, and most of them having a tit or two exposed, ran faster as if their lives depended on it. For it most likely did.

“Fuuuuuck me, Dagi! Do you know how long the road to the city is!? It’s going to take us at least two hours of walking!” Aria grumbled. “And I ain’t letting a damn creep fondle my boobs just to hitch a ride back home. That’s what Sonata was for!”

“Shut up and let’s go, Aria… let’s just go,” Adagio said in a defeated, annoyed, grumbling tone.

Cherry Crash, Vignette Valencia, and Frosty Orange said nothing and simply followed their temporary leader’s footsteps.

Back with the Sunset Troop, everyone let out a sigh of relief when they finally lost sight of the Dazzlings and their stooges down the long road out of the farm.

“I hope Octavia finds help or some shit,” Lemon Zest said, frowning and almost with pity, surprising everyone. “Ohhh, come on, what!? Can’t I show at least a little bit of empathy?”

“It’s just surprising, after everything that happened,” Sunny Flare commented. Looking down at the camera, she smiled at it. “Well, Rainbow Dash, Indigo, I hope you enjoyed that! Bye!” And with that, she turned off the live-feed. “Now what do we do? You won but, don’t you think they might come back to try again at a later date? What if by then they really try to skip a fight and go right for the punch?”

“I agree,” Rarity said, coming to stand next to her girlfriend. “Frosty and that despicable Vignette tried to use deadly force just now. And that brutish Aria would stop at nothing to claim victory. Who says they won’t attack us again?”

“I don’t think Vignette will be a problem, not after the pummeling she got. Cherry Crash? I think I saw something break inside her… she’s not going to bother us again. You all heard and saw what happened to Octavia. Frosty Orange is the only one that truly worries me… she’s too prideful and psychotic but maybe she learned her lesson--”

“And if not, I’ll happily make it so that she’ll drink her meals for the rest of her life,” Vinyl said.

“--And the Dazzlings… or now just Adagio and Aria? Something tells me they will be too focused trying to survive and getting their act together without Sonata to do their heavy lifting. Oh, don’t get me wrong, they won’t go out of business, but I doubt that without Sonata they’ll have nearly half the success they had up to today,” Sunset finished, smiling from ear to ear.

“Great, just great! Looks like we are done here now, right?” Sour Sweet clapped her hands loudly. “Who wants to go on a movie binge with me? Fight Club, Rambo, Karate Kid, and Lionheart!”

“Hard pass, sugarcube,” Applejack groaned while setting her shotgun on her back-holster. At the same time, she walked to where Rarity and Sunny Flare were, stood in between for a moment, confusing both girls. Then, she spanked their asses simultaneously before hugging them close. “All that got me pretty winded, so I’ll be taking these two and have some fun. Cya yall!” She exclaimed before effortlessly lifting both girls and sitting them on her shoulders.

“W-Wait, Applejack, don’t we get a say in this!?” Sunny Flare asked while her face turned bright red.

“Eeeenope!”

“Darling, just go with it. She deserves our attention~” Rarity sang, each word flowing from her lips the same way a fiddle would play along the strings of a violin; carefully and wantonly. “After all, she fought for the honor of our friends. A few hours of hard, sweaty, vigorous fornication are the least she can get in return, don’t you agree~?”

“W-Well… yeah! I-I mean… uggggh, I forgot I fell in love with a masochistic whore,” Sunny Flare smiled. “Eh, bring it on, AJ!”

Rarity smiled and Applejack smirked. “Pooooor choice of words, daaaaarling~”

The rest of the girls watched the three now very lively girls march towards Applejack’s house until Sour Sweet let out a whistle. “Daaaaaaamn, they got a better plan than mine! Kay, whos fucking next?”

“Not me,” Fluttershy said. “I’ve had too much excitement for one day. Does anyone need a ride back home?” She asked, pointing towards her car.

“Trixie needs a ride, thank you! Trixie is in no mood for hanky-panky!”

“Spike and I would like a ride too, Fluttershy. Right, Spike?”

“Yup! Now, gogogogo! I don’t want to miss my show!” Spike said while happily wagging his tail.

“Anyone else? How about you, Sour?” Fluttershy offered.

“I think I’ll pass. But hey, thanks for the healing! I still got some nasty bruises and a wicked black eye, but I had lots of fun. Maybe I’ll get some more?” She said while rapidly winking in Sunset’s direction.

“Great! Okay, everyone, let’s go!” Fluttershy said before waving a hand at the rest of her friends. In under a minute, her passengers and she were aboard her car and a moment later, the engine roared to life and they were gone at a steady, safe pace.

Once they were gone, Lemon Zest cleared her throat.

“Aaaaanyways, Sunset, mind explaining this?” She asked a moment before pointing at Vinyl’s throat.

Sunset shrugged. “A friend made a request, turns out I could do it, so I did. What, you’re not happy?”

“Sunset, happiness can’t begin to explain how I feel. I’m going to make you cum so damn much you’ll be using a wheelchair for a month,” Lemon Zest promised, smirking all the way.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time~,” she replied before pulling Sugarcoat close until she was able to hug her from behind. Using her hands, she cupped and groped her breasts while the ponytail-wearing girl yelped in surprise. “Your offer is tempting, Lemon, but I have this sexy thing right here to reward first for her aid! Without her, I would’ve been in deep, deep shit.”

“...My car is on the other side of the barn!” Lemon Zest exclaimed rather eagerly, already getting what remained of her sports bra off and throwing it away. “Dibs on the back seat!”

“Oh youuuu~,” Vinyl teased.

Sour Sweet stood by her lonesome for a few seconds watching her four friends go to have a good time of their own. “Yeah, sure, don’t mind me, it’s not as if I wanted to tap some of that myself or anything… bitches,” she grumbled before letting out a deep sigh. Then, she smirked and rubbed her hands in such a way that would make Dick Dastardly proud. “I’ll let them have their private gist… but there’s nothing stopping me from rubbing out a few while I ‘make sure nothing disturbs them’, ehehehe,” she muttered while silently following the four now very naked girls as their clothes laid splayed over Lemon’s car.

Outside the entrance of Sweet Apple Acres, Fluttershy arrived at the high road and was about to enter it when she noticed Octavia sitting on a dead trunk, legs folded, and crying silently.

Wordlessly, she approached until Octavia looked up when she heard the noise of her car’s engine. “Need a lift?” She offered.

“...You’re… not mad at me?” Octavia asked, surprised.

“I am very mad at you… but I think you also learned your lesson, Octavia. Come on, let’s get you home,” Fluttershy offered while Twilight, Spike, and Trixie settled for glaring at the cellist with suspicion.

“...Thanks… Fluttershy,” getting up, she entered the vehicle and soon they were off.

It was only a few minutes later that the group passed alongside the still bound, heavy breathing girls slowly making their way back into the city. Twilight twirled her finger and Trixie pulled something from within her hat as they passed next to them. Suddenly, the ropes on their hands fell off, freeing them at last and whatever Trixie had thrown their way landed scant feet away from them.

The five girls looked puzzled until they looked at the car and saw three arms sticking out the windows; one lavender, one blue, and one yellow; giving them the middle finger.

“The fuck is this?” Aria questioned while rubbing her aching wrists. She then picked up a black, itchy, loose shirt big enough to cover their dignity. But on the front and back of it the words ‘Skank Squad’ could be read in bold red letters. “Eh, could be worse.” With a shrug, the siren put it on as so did Cherry Crash.

“...Dammit,” muttered Adagio before putting on her shirt followed by a grumbling Frosty Orange and a whining Vignette Valencia.

“Should we, like, try to hitch a ride back to the city or something?” Vignette asked whilst pointing at the passing vehicles.

“Brilliant idea, Valencia!” Adagio began, using the most sarcastic tone she could muster. “Unless you’re willing to be on your knees and suck some dick, I doubt any guy would stop to pick us up. And honestly? Any woman would simply ignore five beaten girls that look like they just came out the losing side of a gang war…”

“Pretty accurate, all things considered,” Aria added, gaining a scornful glare from her sister. “What? It’s true. But damn, I never pictured Applejack as one with balls big enough to point a gun at us… guess I didn’t know her half as well as I thought,” shrugging, she laughed. “Well, Miss Piggy, what’s the next plan?”

“The next plan is that there’s no plan… I’m fucking done,” Adagio sighed. “It’s going to take weeks to get all this mud out of my hair for once. Sonata left us… our fame is going to take a serious dip now, Aria. I brought the sex appeal, you brought the toughness and badassery, and Sonata the cluelessness and cute factor… fuck that damn traitor,” she grumbled. “But after today? I’m fucking done with Sunset and her gang of loyal lapdogs. It’s not worth the effort. Plus, this was our best chance. They are going to expect us fucking up with them again now. So, no, not worth it.”

“I agree…,” Cherry Crash muttered. “...After the way Sunset handed my ass on a silver platter… I don’t care about getting back at her anymore.”

“I think I’ll stick with what I do best and forget about Rarity,” Vignette rubbed her sensitive, bruised, swollen cheeks. “Getting back at her would still be nice but, yeah, fuck this shit.”

“Bunch of pussies,” Aria snarled, crossing her arms. “If you’re giving up so easily then don’t count me in if you come up with another attempt. Shiiiit, Dagi, you just made me realize the blow we are going to take now that Sonata is fucking gone. She took our van, Dagi, our van!”

“At least she won’t be taking the safe. I never gave her the code, so she won’t be taking our money,” Adagio sighed. “What about you, Orange? Are you going after Scratch again?”

Frosty Orange spat a bloody wad of spittle before answering. “Don’t know.”

“Shit can’t get--”

“DON’T YOU FUCKING SAY IT!” Adagio and Aria shouted at the same time, turning their anger upon Vignette Valencia.

Defeated, angered, bloodied, bruised, grumbling, and tired, the five girls carried on their way back to the city knowing that they would be on the road for at least a couple of hours.

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Applejack tossed the two girls she was happily carrying on her bed as she grinned widely.

“Eeepp!”

“Kyyyaaahh!”

Sunny Flare and Rarity yelped respectively, their asses hitting the bed before bouncing on it a few times before they saw Applejack’s torn clothes away.

“My, my, my! Not wasting any time I see!” Sunny Flare cheered, clapping her hands and licking her lips.

“There’s something so alluring about seeing a fine, sexy, toned girl such as Applejack bare, right dear?” Rarity asked, also licking her lips.

“Hell to the fuck yes,” Sunny Flare replied. “Look at those nice abs, those I-want-to-die-there thighs, her freckled ass, and that nice set of tits!”

“Not to mention her recent bruises,” Rarity chanted. Now that she had gotten Fluttershy’s treatment and washed off the blood, only a few visible bruises remained, alongside a nasty mark on her right cheek and left eye socket.

“Glad yer enjoying the view, girls, but I didn’t claim you fer myself just so you could lust after me! Get stripping, cause I got an itch to scratch and two pussies to fuck!” Applejack commanded, smiling widely as she walked over to her closet only to pull out a dildo and some lube.

“I swear those things are the best thing Sunset has done to date, period!” Said the lilac-skinned girl. In just a few seconds, Rarity and she were completely bare. “Hey, Applejack, you don’t happen to have another one there with you now?”

“I do, why do you ask?”

Sunny Flare grinned widely before slapping the ass of her girlfriend, making her yelp again in surprise. “Lucky me! You see, I have a dirty whore for a girlfriend and she loved to take it up the ass--”

“SUNNY!”

“--and I really, really love fucking her ass, but I feel that sometimes I’m not enough to sate her appetite for a good ‘beat around the bushes’ if you get my drift~. What do you say, pardner, shall we double-team her and bring her to the brink of losing her mind?” She chuckled. “Maybe she’ll finally beg to stop for once and not for more.”

Rarity couldn’t say more than mumble and sputter while her face turned redder than the hue of a dying star.

“You got yourself a deal,” Applejack replied, but then smiled, surprising Rarity and bemusing Sunny Flare. “Right after I ruin yer pussy first, Flaaaaaaare~”

Sunny Flare gulped. “N-Now, AJ, we don’t--Uffffhhh!” She was interrupted by her girlfriend suddenly hugging her tightly before locking lips with her. “Rarity?”

“Now, now, dearest. It's not fair if only I get to have fun!” Rarity replied, smirking slyly before pushing her only for her girlfriend to be caught by the farm girl.

“Simmer down, girly, I don’t want to fuck you silly just because, but I am aching for some Crystal Prep pussy,” Applejack clarified, her strap-on now sealed an in place, generously lubed for a smooth entry.

Not that lubrication was going to be a problem, while the last part encounter dealing with Lemon and Octavia had nearly turned grim, the fight had most certainly soiled their panties to a near dripping condition. Sunny Flare and Rarity were still incredibly wet from that ordeal, but having been picked up by their strong friend and claimed without reproach as her property had aroused their embers into a roaring fire once more.

Sunny Flare was ready to get pinned down and experience a raw, strong, hard fucking courtesy of her countryside friend. But what she received was a girl laying on her back, complete with sensual pats on her thighs and her strap on. “What? Aren’t you going to destroy my tender pussy or something?”

“Maybe at another chance,” Applejack said without hesitation and ended in a chuckle. “But even with Shy’s powers, I still got pretty messed up and I really don’t feel like moving all that much… at least, not right now~,” another chuckle and a smooch followed. “Now, get on your ride, Sunny, cuz imma give you one that you ain’t gonna forget!”

Sunny Flare didn’t need more encouragement than that but her girlfriend took it upon herself to smack her ass along the way.

“For motivation, dear,” Rarity giggled. “And because your derriere bounces so enticingly I couldn’t help myself!”

“You’ll pay for that, Raritits,” Sunny Flare warned before climbing on top of Applejack. Without any issue, the girl sank onto the rod that had been so generously set and lubed for her. “Ffffffuuccccck meeeee!”

“T-That’s the idea!” Applejack groaned alongside Sunny until she was all the way inside her tight, slimy, clenching cunt. “N-Never gonna get used to this feeling!” She breathed out, humping against Sunny’s nethers a few times.

“Ahh! Ahh! FUCK! L-Let me get used to you -SHIT!- your fucking monster, AJ!” Sunny Flare protested.

“Well, if you don’t like me taking the lead, you better start bouncing your bubbly violet ass before I lose my patience!” Applejack countered. “Rarity, get up here and sit on mah face. I’m mighty parched and need something nice and warm to quench my thirst!”

“Cooooming~!” Rarity sang, happily obeying the command given to her.

“Y-You’re such a slut, Rares!” Sunny Flare said, smirking all the way as she started to move her hips in a quick, frantic manner. Her breath became ragged quickly, but that didn’t matter. They were all horny and finding a way to put out that fire was all that mattered.

“I am, deaaar~,” Rarity replied a moment after sitting on Applejack’s face. Her right hand latched onto one of her girlfriend’s bouncing tits while the other went down to grope and squeeze one of Applejack’s juggers for support. “Mmmmm! Applejack, daaaaarling, u-using your tongue like that is cheAAAAHHHH!!!” Her reprimand was cut short when a loud smack was heard and a stinging, delicious pain rouse from her left buttock and up her spine. “AAAHHH! AAAAHHH!!! YESSS! YES! TEACH THIS WHORE HER PLACE!”

She cried out with each hard, tear-jerking smack she received. Within the first few strikes, her bottom had turned from white to a vibrant red, just the way she liked it. Sunny Flare laughed and moaned at the same time before reaching a hand to grasp a fistful of her girlfriend’s hair and pull her closer to her. Their lips met and a second later so did their tongues, quickly lapping and swirling at each other in a desperate manner.

Below them, Applejack slurped Rarity’s juices, her thirst aching for more of that sweet nectar she was feasting upon while her hands were busy. Her left was groping hard the abused asscheek of her friend while the right was grasping Sunny Flare’s hip, forcing her to move faster, harder, and also to keep her in place as she, too, joined her movements with that of the girl riding her fake cock like a madwoman.

It wasn’t long until Rarity reached her climax first, washing Applejack’s face with several squirting bursts of her nectar. The mouth of the farm girl was flooded by the third squirt and was unable to gulp it all down her gullet. By the end of her ninth squirt, Applejack was drenched with Rarity’s cum; hair, face, neck, chest, breasts, all having a nice coat of her delicious honeypot. Her sheets and mattress were also caught in the crossfire and would be punished far more by the end of their run. She silently hoped that at least her mattress survived the ordeal; she didn’t have the money to buy a new one so soon after her previous escapade.

“CUMMING!” Shouted Sunny Flare, breaking the kiss and tugging extra hard on Rarity’s hair. Applejack showed her no mercy, much to her infinite delight, and continued to fuck her whilst cumming. “YES! Keep fucking my tight cunt, AJ! HARDER, YES!”

“D-DARLING! YES! OOOOHHHHH my diiiiaaaaamonds! FUCK! Yeeeeessssssshhhhhhhhh!” Rarity squealed, riding her friend’s face in the dying throngs of her climax.

Applejack took advantage of their mutual distraction and turned the tables around. With a twist of her hips, she sent Sunny Flare stumbling to the side before using her super-strength to quite literally toss Rarity into the air. The alabaster-skinned woman shrieked in surprise but was caught a few seconds later as she descended. “Surprised yah?” Rarity nodded. “Sorry, Rares, but I’m aching to fuck yer tight snatch!”

Rarity got a single moment to process what was going on. She found herself in a reverse-nelson position with Applejack kneeling on her bed and carrying her without any sort of difficulty. She had time to look from the cocky face of her friend down to their nethers only to find her cock pushing against her wide-open vaginal folds.

“DAAAAAAAAAAARLIIIIING!” She screamed, smiling and blushing madly while Applejack uncaringly began to give her exactly what she craved: a good, hard, raw fucking.

“You joining, Sunny?” Applejack asked, elevating the backside of her friend to present her free, slightly gaping rear hole.

“On it, just give me a second!” Sunny Flare replied as she was in the midst of securing her strap-on. “Give a girl a warning the next time, will you?”

“Eeeenope,” Applejack muttered.

“Hey, Rarity!” Sunny Flare called once the magic within the strap-on surged through her body and she reached out to grab a fistful of her girlfriend’s hair, pulling it harshly.

“AAAAHHHH! Y-Yeeeesssss, babeee~?” Rarity replied, unable to contain how much she loved their treatment.

Lining up her cock with her white asshole, she grinned. “I’m going to remove that stick of yours!” With that said, she shoved her cock deep inside her girlfriend’s rectum until their flesh collided. “S-Shit! I always forget how fucking tight you are, you prissy bitch!”

“Yeeeesss! Your bitch! M-More! Please, more!” Rarity screamed at the same time the two girls fucking her began to pick up their paces and coordinate their thrusts. Throwing her arms behind Applejack’s back, she dug bright red lines across it with her fingernails while Sunny Flare pulled harder on her mane with one hand and with the other pinched and abused one of her breasts.

Sunny Flare and Applejack exchanged looks through ragged breaths and enthusiastic humps and nodded. Then, simultaneously, they bit down on Rarity’s collarbones, Applejack taking the left and Sunny Flare the right. Not enough to draw blood, but by next morning a mark would be in place in the form of a hickey and their teeth as proof.

And Rarity? She came a second after the pain and near-overwhelming pleasure was processed.

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“RRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

“What the fuck was that?” Sugarcoat asked, momentarily breaking the liplock she had with Sunset.

“That must’ve been Rarity,” Sunset replied. “Boy, Applejack and Sunny Flare must be really giving it to her rough!”

“What -ah!- makes you so s-sure they’re railing her up?” Sugarcoat asked, her breathing forced as she tried to move in the awkward but comfortable position she was sharing with Sunset.

“Intuition~,” Sunset replied before shoving a hand against the glass of the door for better leverage. “Now, where were we?” She giggled. “Ah yes, I was in the middle of thanking you for taking Adagio off my back earlier, Sugartits!”

“Why does everyone keep using that nickname, gaaaahhhHH!” Sugarcoat protested, but gasped as the pleasure from Sunset rubbing her pussy against hers in the tight confines of the front seat of Lemon’s; their clits tickling and caressing each other with each movement they made.

Suddenly, a loud stomping noise was heard coming from the back.

“You two okay back there?” Sunset asked, taking only a moment to peer over the seat’s recliner to find Lemon stradling Vinyl while their pussies rubbed together fast and furiously. The foot that Lemon wasn’t holding onto was kicking behind the glass while the green-haired girl repeatedly smacked and punched the glass behind her with her free hand to get better leverage. “Whoa, you two, are you trying to break the damn glass?”

“B-Bulletproof,” Lemon breathed out. “Not to -oh fuck!- worry!”

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck! I can finally moan!” Vinyl said, all the while holding her future wife’s hips tightly, forcing her to rock her hips faster together with hers. “Fuck me faster, harder, Lemon!”

“Y-Your parents are going to flip when they hear you talking, Vinyl!” Lemon replied.

“C-Can’t do it much… but… it will be nice!” Vinyl replied.

Sunset smiled and returned her focus on the ponytail-wearing girl in front of her. Closing the already constrained space they were in, their lips locked once more as their bodies moved and pleasure built up. Their breasts were touching, pressing against each other as they moved; their teasing nipples stirring the fleshy buds of their adversary. The battle of fists was done, only the battle of lust remained and everyone would end up as a victor.

Feeling an orgasm approaching, the two girls hugged tightly, running their fingernails across the others’ back, while increasing the tempo of their rutting. Their kiss broke in order to let them breathe but they rested their foreheads together; eyes wide open to see the expressions they were making. Their explosive orgasm came seconds later, dampening the seat to near inutility in the process but they didn’t stop to bask in the afterglow of their climax. Instead, their lips clashed once again; teeth scraped against teeth and their tongues came out swirling in order to fight the hot appendage coming forth from another mouth.

Saliva was freely traded and slurped, the two girls uncaring about the world around them. They didn’t even care when, as they moved, they unlocked the security hold on the seat and they dropped back, nearly squishing the legs of Lemon and Vinyl, but the two in-love ladies didn’t care about it either.

With the newly available space, their hands ran wild as they turned to the side for comfort. Sunset grabbed a handful of Sugarcoat’s supple ass while she, using her gymnastic skills, managed to hook a leg behind the bacon girl’s back.

Lemon and Vinyl weren’t faring much better than their partners, however. They had already cum twice each, and showed no signs of stopping anytime soon. Lemon leaned down in order to kiss the woman she loved and her future wife. Her bruises ached, there was still some blood on her, and some of her fresh wounds reopened to spill crimson blood all over them, though it was mostly unnoticeable.

Until…

“OWOWOWOW! FUCK!” Lemon cried out, coming to a halt as her spine went completely stiff. “L-Little help here?” She asked in an agonized tone. Fortunately for her, Sugarcoat and Sunset had toned down their frantic fucking enough to hear her. Sugarcoat then hit her back seven times in quick succession, each strike hitting specific points before a crack was heard. “I fucking love you, Sugarcoat… thanks! Damn, Octavia fucked me up more than I thought.”

“Hey, I have a fun idea!” Sunset called. “Why don’t you two lovebirds stretch out and we get to ride your lovely faces?”

“Yes, please!” Lemon replied, licking her lips in anticipation. “Inie, minie, mini, mo!” She called out, stopping her pointing finger on Sunset. “I get to enjoy your ass, bacontits!”

“Bacontits!?”

“HA! Now you know how I feel!”

“Shut it, sugartits!” Sunset called, blushing. “Alright, smart girl, I’m going to ride your face until you pass out. Heads up, I’m sweaty as fuck and I just came. I must be soooo musky down there~”

“All the better, Shimmer. Bring it on, baby!” Lemon called and, after a slow, awkward shift in positions, they managed to get into their desired positions. Even in the reduced and cramped space of her car, it was still spacious enough to accommodate them for what they had planned on doing. She knew it, of course. She’d use her car as her personal sex dungeon a few times in the past.

Lemon Zest watched, enticed, how the yellow-skinned woman positioned herself over her face; her ass, cheeks, and leaking pussy ready to be serviced and played with. She leaned forth until her lips kissed her puckered asshole.

“W-Whoa, there, Lemon, take it easy! I’m not going anywhere~,” Sunset cried out with amusement in her voice until he carefully sat on her friend’s face.

“Come on, Sugarcoat, I need to lick your pussy,” Vinyl said eagerly.

“It’s so fucking weird hearing your voice, Vinyl. Seriously, what can’t you do with your bullshit magic, Sunset?” Sugarcoat asked before letting out a deep, guttural moan of satisfaction. “D-Dear heavens, girl, you’re one hungry vixen!” Her only reply was a smack on her ass and the loudly lapping, slurping noises coming from beneath her. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you, bacontits~”

“Bring it on, sugartits!”

The two girls leaned forth without moving away from their comfortable seats until they were able to kiss. As they began to make out, below them the frantic tongues and lips of the soon-to-be-wed couple began to work, locking, prodding, lapping, and gulping down every ounce of juice they could get into their mouths. Sunset and Sugarcoat moved their hips around as much as they could, all to better cover every inch of their ‘seats’ with their scent.

Meanwhile, the two lovers continued moving their bodies in practiced, rhythmic fashion; their engorged clits rubbing against the other until the two girls above them used a hand to pinch, pull, and tenderly knead them.

“FFUUUCK YESSSS! Keep licking my ass like that, Vinyl!”

“Damn you, Vinyl! Had I known how good of a pussy-eater Lemon is, I would’ve snatched her for myself!”

“Keep on dreaming, Slutset! Only my Vinyl gets to have me all day, every day!”

“MMMFFFHHHHHHHHHH!”

The four girls screamed, yelled, moaned, cursed, and shouted profanities, demanding more, and riding their lust-driven private orgy to new heights.

Heights that the car wasn’t built to contain. The smell of sex, musk, and sweat soon encompassed the entire interior, the windows became foggy with all the excess heat emanated from the occupants’ vigorous activities. It rocked wildly back and forth, side to side, and up and down in tandem with their increasingly harsher movement. Feet went wild and hands freely smacked against the glass surface, removing the moist and fogginess of it for mere seconds at a time.

“Cumming! Gonna ffffucking cum!” Sugarcoat shouted a moment before her release flooded Vinyl’s mouth, forcing her to swallow a nice, warm refreshment that the blue-haired girl accepted with gusto.

“NNNGGGHHHH!” Sunset came a moment later, followed shortly by Lemon and Vinyl.

“GGGLLLEEEEE!”

“MMMFFVVHHHH!”

The two DJ’s gurgled as they greedily drank everything their partners had to give while at the same time drenching the seat in their mixed juices, soiling it beyond belief.

One by one they came down from their ninth cloud; drooling, smiling, and craving for more. Sunset was the first to move, reaching for the driver’s seat with the objective to retrieve her prize. Two sizable strap-ons in hand returned to the backseat.

“O-okay, bitches, who wants--”

“I’ll be taking this one, thank you very much,” Vinyl said, Sugarcoat moving aside to allow her space to pull herself up. “Lemon, dear, show me that ass. Time to get what you deserve~”

Lemon couldn’t throw Sunset away fast enough before clumsily posturing herself for a raw, hard ass-fucking courtesy of her to-be wife. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes! Fuck me hard and deep, Vinyl!”

“And here I thought I was horny!” Sunset joked as she put on her strap-on. “Hey, Sugarcoat, come here for a moment, I have eight hard inches ready to meet you!”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, Sunset!” Moving past the two lovers, she positioned herself with her legs wide open, inviting the yellow-skinned woman into her depths.

“AAAAarrrggghhfffffuuuuuuCCK!” Lemon screamed. “Fuck me harder, babe!”

“G-Gladly!” Vinyl replied.

Sunset and Sugarcoat watched how the alabaster DJ took a firm hold of her girlfriend’s hips before starting to ruthlessly slam her cock into her sphincter. Then, Vinyl took a fistful of her lover’s hair and pulled at it.

“Yeeeeesss! H-Harder! Faster! Make me your bitch, Vinyl!” Lemon cried out. “I love you so fucking much, Scratchy!”

“And I love you, Zesty!” Vinyl replied, grinning and crying in equal measure as she spoke the words she wanted to say for oh so long once more. “Love you! Love you! LOVE YOU!”

“What about you, bacontits? Do you love me?” Sugarcoat teased, wishing to give the couple some privacy.

Sunset snorted. “As a friend and nothing more, sugartits. Well, maybe as a cocksleeve and fuck-friend? Yeah, totally! But I’m still searching for the one, you know?” She chuckled at the same time she aligned the tip of her fake cock with the succulent blue-colored opening.

“Come on, Sunset, fuck me already! Show me your generosity!” Sugarcoat demanded with a hit of humor in her voice. Her petition was granted in the form of the red and yellow-haired girl grabbing her throat before kissing her once more, effectively making her mouth her property. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she simultaneously sucked on her tongue and impaled her pussy with the hard, wonderful feeling of a cock that almost felt real. “Give it to me harder! Make me your bitch, Sunset!” She cried out after their make-out session abruptly ended.

Sunset obliged. Her position was awkward and the limited space forbade her from truly going all out on her thrusting. So, unable to give the ponytail-wearing girl all the gratitude she deserved the way she wanted to give it, she settled for a steady rhythm, jackhammering the blue pussy of her friend much in the same manner Vinyl was destroying the asshole of her girlfriend.

“F-Fuuuck! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK! CUMMING AGAIN!” Sugarcoat shouted, digging her nails on Sunset’s shoulders before unleashing a stream of her juices upon their slapping crotches and the seat under them.

“Just what I needed, extra lubricant!” Sunset joked. Then, she increased the strength of her thrusting at the cost of slowing down slightly. “What’s the matter, Scratch? At this rate, I’m going to show sugartits over here a better time than you will show to your wife, and I got the shit beaten outta me worse than you!”

“Bring. It. On!” Vinyl replied, smirking and without missing a beat; each word accompanied by a powerful thrust deep that made her girlfriend cry out in pure pleasure. Five thrusts later, a fresh coating of Lemon juice soaked the seat and floor.

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To anyone watching from the outside, the scene would be rather worrisome. A fairly expensive-looking car stationed beside a barn on a farm situated on the outskirts of the city was already strange enough.

But to see it rocking back and forth, up and down, and side to side repeatedly, quickly, and even angrily was another thing entirely. The constant muffled screams, moans, and heated demands coming from inside certainly wouldn’t help. Someone may even attribute the ruckus to some angry trapped bear desperately trying to escape.

But to Sour Sweet things were much more simple since she knew the truth.

“That’s it, that’s it! Yes, Vinyl, fuck her ass like that, harder, faster! Come on, Sunset, I’ve fucked Sugarcoat better than that half-drunk, show me what you got, you mean bitch!” The freckled girl muttered to herself as she listened to the frenetic fucking happening inside the car. “Wreck that ass! Destroy her pussy! Damn! Why do I always have to draw the short end of the stick!?” She complained but didn’t slow down her fingers from messing up her cunt and one of her breasts.

“Damn you all! Do you really have to rub it on my face like that!? The damn car is moving as if an earthquake is going on! You’re going to wreck the damn suspension and the--WHAT THE FUCK!?” Sour Sweet shouted all of a sudden as the tire next to her suddenly ruptured and deflated in a matter of seconds.

The resulting change made the four girls inside the car’s backseat lose their balance and also sent the car into an extra hard shaking. Powerful enough, in fact, to smack Sour Sweet’s head. “FUCK!” She screamed again.

“Fhour Giisiirt!?” The mumbling voices inside the car said in unison before two hands, one pink and the other white, smacked the glass. The hands moved quickly all over its surface until the faces of Vinyl and Lemon pressed against the now clean glass. The exchange of gazes only lasted for a second or two before the doors opened and Sour Sweet got to her feet.

“Sour Sweet, you’ve been here all along!? Were you listening and spying on us since the start!?” Lemon Zest asked, more surprised than enraged.

“Hey, can’t a girl rub a few out in peace? I was going for my fourth home run before the damn tire died out and the car hit my head!” She said whilst rubbing the back of her head, not particularly caring that she was standing before her friends completely naked except for her shoes. She then inhaled deeply. “Ahhhh~ The sweet, sweet smell of cunt, cum, and fucking mixed with leather and sweat packed in a tight space.”

“We thought you went home or something! We would have invited you in, you damn idiot!” Sugarcoat shouted from the inside of the car.

“And miss out on this, nah? Plus, you needed to have a moment and all that jizz.”

“Don’t you mean jist?”

“I know what I said~,” she chuckled. “No one needs a fifth wheel. Plus, I was having a lot of fun out here by myself. Soooo… go back at it!”

The four girls exchanged gazes for a few seconds then, without exchanging a word, smirked and nodded. Before Sour Sweet could do anything, Lemon and Vinyl lunged forth, capturing her arms, and in the spur of the moment dragged her into the back seat.

“Hey! Heeeey! Let go, you crazy sluts!”

“You’re our frieeeeeend, Sour! There’s always room for one more!”

“We won’t be able to move with me in here!”

“Even better!”

The door of the car closed, encapsulating the five horny girls in its metallic embrace. For a short-lived moment, the door opened up again just to throw out a pair of shoes. A few seconds later, the muffled cries returned along with the car rocking violently.

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“A-At last, we made it back!” Adagio muttered in relief. The sun was setting, an uncomfortable coincidence that made her angry, but pushed it to the back of her mind. “Come on, Aria, open the damn door!”

“I’m trying, Dagi!” Aria replied. Her hands were shaking, the toll paid after having to endure several hours of walking to get back to the city, the only time they could get a cab back home, dismissing their three accomplices in the process with a swift, nice, justified middle-finger, they finally got a breather. Of course, they weren’t carrying money but paying for the service was something two sets of boobs and some firm gropes didn’t resolve.

Even so, the fight and the walk finally took their toll, and now they could barely stand straight. With an audible *click*, the door gave way.

“No… fucking… way…”

“Sonata… she actually had the balls…”

The two sisters watched their apartment with a mix of surprise, disbelief, horror, and anger.

“She took the damn TV! That was a seventy-inch plasma wide-screen one!”

“She also took the damn computers!”

“Sweetfuck, she took the silverware, the dishes, and the fucking refrigerator!”

“Wait… nooooo… no, there’s no way,” Adagio muttered, afraid. Her fatigue was gone as she darted to her room, kicking the door open to find it mostly intact. Her personal computer was there, so that was a relief, her instruments, and even her collection of stolen pens. But the painting she was using to hide the safe was set aside and the safe itself open, completely empty.

“DAGI, WHAT THE HELL!? You said that retard didn’t know the combination!” Aria raged before shoving her sister to the side, rushing over to confirm that, indeed, nothing was left inside their precious safe except for a small note. “Go to my room?”

Without even thinking twice about it, the two sirens rushed to the small room of their sister, the door was open, and found it completely empty with the exception of the mattress. That was still there, untouched. On it, a plate of still steaming tacos laid alongside a pile of cash and a small sculpture in the shape of her hand flipping them off one last time.

“SSSSSOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONATAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” Adagio screamed and raged.

“RRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH! I’m so going to kill her if I ever see her again! YOU BETTER FUCKING HIDE UNDER A ROCK, SONATA!” Aria cried out, grabbing the plate of tacos and throwing them out the window, breaking it in the process. “What the fuck are we going to do now, Adagio!? It’ll take weeks before our wounds die down and we can go out again safely! Well, at least mine! She only left us with…,” she rushed to count the pile of cash. “...with ten thousand dollars!? She took almost everything that was in the safe! How the fuck did she know the combination in the first place!?”

“How the fuck should I know?” Adagio replied through gritted teeth, her blood as if boiling in her veins.

Suddenly, the chirping sound of her computer echoed in the mostly empty apartment followed shortly by one of their songs. “Video Call?” Adagio muttered before the two ran back to her office. Adagio quickly discovered that her computer wasn’t off but rather left on stand-by. Reaching the screen, she accepted the call.

“Ahhh! Third time’s the charm! Took you a bit longer than I thought to get home, Adagio, Aria,” Sonata said from the other side of the screen.

Aria lunged forth, grabbing the edges of the monitor, the fuming twin-tail-wearing girl angrily spat. “Once I get my hands on you, you no-good, backstabbing traitor, I’m going to become a cannibal! You like tacos that much, eh!? I’ll make you into tacos and eat you, Sonata! There won’t be a fucking body for the police to find, you damn cunt!” Snarling, she continued. “How could you betray us, Sonata!? You betrayed us, your sisters, your only remaining family!”

“It wasn’t all that hard… I’ve had enough of your shit, Aria,” Sonata replied, frowning. On her face, the usual fear and submissiveness that characterized her couldn’t be found. “And what family? We were never a family. I was your tool at best. You only kept me around because we worked well together and to have something to kick… I’m so glad the Pillars sent us to this dimension, even if it took us hundreds of years to get to where we are now.”

“You’re glad that damn old stallion fucked us over? Have you forgotten how we could barely survive when we arrived? How were we constantly hunted for being ‘witches’?” Adagio snorted. “How we even gave rebuilding our civilization a shot and how that turned out? How is it now only remembered as the mythical Amazons?” Adagio growled. “You were always the weak one, Sonata… but I admit we maybe have treated you unfairly… so, come back, end this nonsense, and I promise you we won’t do anything bad to you.”

“We’ll even treat you ‘nicely’, you damn traitor,” Aria snorted.

“Aria, for once in your life, shut the fuck up,” Adagio snapped, and Aria was taken aback, it was rare when she got serious and angry enough to rein in her bellicose sister.

“Sorry, Adagio, but I ain’t taking the bait. When we were handling our budding civilization, that was the last time I was this happy. I’ve found Pinkie and true friends to stick with at last… so go and eat a dick,” she said, not in a taunting or mocking way, but in a serious, direct one.

Adagio stared at the screen, frowning, while Aria’s fuse ignited.

“I’m going to hang your ass on a wall, you fucking bitch!”

“I’m not afraid of you anymore, Aria! So go fuck yourself!”

“I’ll show you why you should’ve kept on fearing me once I strangle you with my bare hands!”

“Oh yeah? Well, I have enough shit on you two to put you in chains for a few decades at least! Remember the Spanish Inquisition!? I do!”

“YOU FUCKING BITCH!”

“CUNT!”

“BRAINDEAD IDIOT!”

“BRUTISH WHORE!”

“Enough,” Adagio said, her soft, mellow voice cutting through the shouting, cursing screams of her sisters. “...I won’t say I’m sorry, Sonata. But… I’m actually glad you finally grew a pair and did something on your own,” she smirked. “Fucking sucks it was against us, but at least you’ve learned. Go on, live your life, see how long that lasts. But don’t come back to us when everything blows up in your face. Sunset and the rest of their skanks will never welcome you properly. You’ll never be one of them.”

“Dagi, the fuck are you doing?” Aria asked, confused.

“We… are going to do nothing, Aria. Sonata wants to live her life away from us? Okay, but don’t expect us to sit down and take it. If we get the chance to teach you a lesson, and only you, Sonata, then we will take that chance.”

“And I’ll be ready, Adagio. For the first time in my life, I don’t feel alone or used… but… I want you to know that, even after everything that’s happened… I don’t want you to suffer. Have a good life, sisters and… goodbye,” with that said, the video call ended.

“...Come on… let’s sleep and lick our wounds and take a shower, Aria. We have a looooot of shit to handle without her from now on.”

“...Can we spend a few bucks on some hookers? I kinda want to loosen up,” Aria asked, though her tone was more of a plea.

“Yeah,” Adagio sighed, heavily. “Me too.”

Half an hour later, in another part of town, on a hill overlooking the horizon, Sonata and Pinkie sat on top of the van, their shorts and panties nowhere to be seen, while the cuddled and snuggled each other; a hand lovingly touching the nethers of the other in a slow, romantic fashion.

Suddenly, a ring was heard and Pinkie used her hair to pull her cell phone from within that pink canopy perched on her head.

“Ohhhh! Twilight says she informed Principal Celestia, Vice-Principal Luna, and Dead Cadance about Cinch’s actions. They’re gonna take care of her!”

“Good, that bitch has it coming, whatever they have in mind,” Sonata said before pinching her girlfriend’s clit. “I love you, Pinkie.”

“And I love you, Nata,” Pinkie purred, enjoying the playful fingering of her girlfriend and returning the favor happily.

The two lovers watched over the city, the light becoming night with each passing minute. And they were happy, content, and in love.

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“Are you sure you want to spend your time with me, Fluttershy?” Octavia asked her guest sitting across the small table in her bedroom.

“You look like you need an ear to hear right now. We’re not friends, Octavia. Less so after what happened… but everyone deserves a little kindness,” Fluttershy replied.

“If that’s the case, and I think you may be right, maybe all I needed was someone to hear me complain about my life’s failings, we’re going to need something to drink because I fear this may take all night,” the cellist said before pulling a box from under her bed. Opening it, she revealed a bottle of bourbon. “Got it as a gift from a cousin, never told anyone about it, and never opened it. I guess this is a good time to cash in on it?”

“Oh… oh dear… uhmmm, Octavia… I uhhh… I have a certain problem with… alcohol…” Fluttershy stammered, blushing brightly and using her hair to hide her face.

Octavia blinked, then smirked. “Let me guess, you’re a lightweight? Or do you get super sleepy?”

“Uhhmmm, noooooo… I can drink more than Applejack… but as soon as I start to drink, I, oh my gosh how do I explain this…,” clearing her throat, she prepared for the worst. “Let’s just say that my button… flips.”

“Don’t you mean ‘my button is switched’?” Octavia asked, tilting her head and raising an eyebrow.

“Yes, that. So… it’s better if I don’t drink anything at all… for your safety…” she muttered the last words.

“I’m sorry, what was that again?” The cellist asked, already serving two small glasses of the alcoholic drink. “Please, dear, humor me? I’m a seasoned drinker, believe it or not, and I’ve seen all sorts of drunks. How bad can you possibly be?”

“...if you insist…,” Fluttershy muttered, using her hair to neatly hide her dark, self-serving smirk; her eyes fixated on the precious liquid that allowed her to unleash her inner beast.

*Twenty minutes later*

“OH GOD!” Octavia screamed at the top of her lungs, grateful beyond belief that her parents were not home and wouldn’t be for a few days more. At least she’d spared them the sight of seeing their daughter forced against her own bed, pinned by an angry, domineering, bombshell of a dominatrix currently pounding her ass with the intent of making her the personal bitch of the pink-haired girl. “H-HARDER!”

“BITCH, WHO GAVE YOU PERMISSION TO SPEAK!?” Fluttershy spat before delivering a series of the hardest spanks she could provide across the gray ass of her newest conquest. Her bruised hand glowed with magic and soon all damage was healed, but only hers. “You’re nothing but a big meanie, a thoughtless bitch that needs a strong Mistress to teach you where the fuck you belong! You enjoyed beating the shit out of my friends, EEHH!!!? Well, I’m enjoying fucking your cunt brains out with my cock! I’ll wreck your ass so hard, you cunt-sniffing slut, that the damn stick lodged in it will pop out of your mouth like the cork of a bottle of champagne!”

“Sweet graciouuUUSSSSSSSS!”

Fluttershy didn’t let her continue as she took two handfuls of her black hair and pulled, forcing the cellist to arch her back whilst delivering hard, unforgiving, uncaring thrusts deep into her asshole.

“DON’T SPEAK, YOU WORTHLESS SLUT!” The girl ordered. “I am your mistress now! You have my permission to beg, moan, and scream as I make you into my perfect cumdumpster, you swine! WHO DO YOU BELONG TO!?”

“Y-YOU! AAAAAAARRRRGGHHHH!” She replied, but then screamed in agony; her voice a mix of pain and unbelievable pleasure. Her scalp burned, her buttcheeks were now as red as apples, and her collarbone and shoulders showcased several bite marks and a few of them trickled blood. But that’s not why she screamed, she screamed because her Mistress, the abominable, terrible, wonderful woman currently shaping her into an ideal submissive slut rammed her cock all the way into her until their flesh touched. That, and because she let go of her hair just to lean over her back, bring her hands to the front of her chest, and used her breasts as new handles and leverage points for her use.

“Say it fucking right, slut~,” Fluttershy sang.

“I-I belong to my Mistress!”

“And who’s your Mistress, bitch~?”

“F-Fluttershy. Mistress Fluttershy!”

“Good, good! You’re learning something, Cuntavia,” she giggled, her voice and graceful voice sounding as dark and corrosive as a blender mixing glass. “As a reward, I’ll even let you cuuuuum~”

Octavia closed her eyes. She didn’t know if this was what she deserved. She didn’t know if it would solve anything at all.

But she knew it was exactly what she needed.

“T-Thank you, my Mistress!”

Fluttershy smirked. It was going to be a long, productive night.

The End.

Author's Note

Special thanks to anyone that read this!