The rhythm of heels clicking against pavement beneath her feet was not a sound she was accustomed to, in any sense. She’d never worn heels for any occasion, if she could help it. Even formal ceremonies would only be celebrated with a pair of nice sandals, far more suited for movement and walking about. But what adorned her form now were a marvelous pair of violet platform heels, the thickened sole beneath her toes doing wonders to help her with the act of balance. As she made her way from her car to the awaiting complex of condominiums ahead, this new surge of confidence allowed her to dare a strut, a swish of her hips with every footstep. Maybe her constant thirst for knowledge had kept her from being more fashionable, but this wasn’t so bad. Why had she worried that she wasn’t capable of being more feminine and just-

The thin block beneath her heel swayed to the side and she stumbled, all strut and swagger lost as Twilight Sparkle nearly fell into the bushes along the sidewalk, a mess of human limbs and not an ounce of dignity would have remained. A strong placement of her legs and she became a statue, forcing herself to remain upright and avoid the discomfort of hard cement against her skin. One breath, then another- still she remained steady. A small sigh of relief and she allowed herself the privilege of moving along, albeit her confident stride now left behind. As confident as she had felt, it would not do to forget her inexperience after all, it would seem.

As Twilight made her way to the front doors, she could feel her heart beginning to intensify its rhythm, with the sensation of butterflies aflutter in her stomach to match. “Easy, this is no big deal,” she counseled herself, even though her voice was an excited whisper. “It’s just a simple night out, that’s all. A night out… with your girlfriends.” Not a night with the girls as she’d originally intended for her weekend –or at least expected- but with her girlfriends.

Truth be told, this is more exciting, anyway, she admitted, punching in the door code before waltzing through into the marble hallway. They’re all so sweet, and they always have something fun planned. And- well, they’ve been so much nicer, haven’t they?

The frown came unbidden, memories of her most recent argument returning to life in shaded images behind her eyes. Yes, Sunset and the others meant well, but it wasn’t like she was doing anything wrong! Twilight was a mature, capable adult, and she had every right to choose what made her happy. And despite what they thought, it was most certainly her choice. She understood that they’d had a small spat before she’d come to Canterlot High, but that was a long time ago. Why couldn’t people change?

“But you’ve not been yourself since you started going out with them,” Sunset had protested. “You’re not studying as much, you haven’t applied for that research grant like you said you would- doesn’t that bother you?”

“You were the one always saying I should try something new,” She’d said in reply. “That I should be more outgoing. Haven’t I been?”

“With them! Not with us, your friends! Twilight, they’re not good people, they-”

“They are perfectly sweet, lovely people,” Twilight had fired back, perhaps a little hot under the collar when saying so. “Stop being so mean to them. Do you think I’d date them if they were bad girls?”

“I think you’re being naïve. If you’d just listen-”

The ding of the elevator roused Twilight from her unhappy recollection and returned her to the excitement of the now, a warmly lit hallway before her all that was left for her to take. Unhappy memories were better left in the past, and this most recent addition was no exception. Why shouldn’t she be excited to spend time with her girlfriends? It was date night, wasn’t that supposed to be a happy occasion? Sunset shouldn’t try to ruin that for you, really, a small thought remarked. Even if she is just trying to be a good friend.

She knew the route by heart and came to a somewhat tottering halt at the front door, her nerves truly beginning to take hold as she gave a small knock. Goodness, she really had agreed to this evening; just thinking about it all at once was a bit overwhelming. Look at who she was with- and their number! Look at what she had come to partake in, what she was even wearing-

The lock clicked and the door swung open, revealing the face of Sonata Dusk, her cheery features positively aglow with delight at the sight of this dearly awaited arrival. “Ohmygosh, hi!” Sonata cried, pulling Twilight across the threshold and inside. “It’s so great to see you, I missed you! Oh, Twilight, you don’t know how much!”

Twilight flushed at her words, unable to look the eager woman in the eye. Sonata was always like this when they were together, constantly animated and ecstatic for each and every moment possible. It was a bit much to take in at times, but the enthusiasm she always gave was rather flattering. It felt nice to see someone become this excited to see you.

“I’ve been waiting, like, all day to see you again,” Sonata continued, putting her arms about Twilight’s waist and keeping her blushing beauty close. “Every time you’re not here, it’s like I don’t know what to do without you. I just miss having you, and holding you, and, and…”

She let the words drop, a move that perfectly piqued Twilight’s curiosity. “And what?” Came the inquiry.

Sonata giggled. “And loving you, silly! Just like this!” And without another word she fell upon Twilight’s lips in a swiftly delivered, yet long-lasting kiss. “Mwah! Ooh, now I feel better! Thank you so much, Twilight!”

The crimson flush upon the spectacled woman’s cheeks only deepened, unable to escape Sonata’s keen affections in any form. Yet why be embarrassed? It wasn’t as though it was unpleasant, or unwelcome. It felt nice to have such a sweet, pretty-faced woman desire her like this. And with Sonata so close, it was hard to ignore the slender figure she possessed, nor the perky bust that pressed against her own…

“Twilight’s here? And you didn’t let us know?” The deeper tone of voice was unmistakable, the enwrapped pair turning to find Aria staring at them, appearing from the bedroom hallway so as to investigate the sound of voices. “Sonata, shame on you! You’re not trying to be greedy, are you?”

Sonata seemed genuinely abashed by her error, her grin turning sheepish. “Sorry! I got a bit excited to see Twilight, that’s all. I didn’t mean to forget you, I swear!” Releasing her flush-faced prize from her clutches, Sonata turned towards the hallway and bellowed, “Dagi! Twilight’s here!”

“Now, let me get a good look at you,” Aria said, strutting over to Twilight and slowly drinking in her adorned figure, eyes aglow and set to smoldering the longer she looked. “Mmm… absolutely yummy. Did you dress up like that just for us?”

“Just a lit- I did, yeah,” Twilight mumbled, biting her lip so as to keep the smile away. What she wore was likely the most scandalous piece of clothing she’d ever slipped on, a skin-tight tube dress that sparkled with rhinestones amidst its darkened fabric, coming to a halt at the top of her thigh and clearly meant to leave little to imagination. The first time she had dared to put it on, she’d even given a small shriek at its nigh see-through design; if her parents hadn’t been in the kitchen when she’d slipped out the door, they would have been furious at the sight. If Sunset had seen it, well…

“Do- do you think it looks alright?” she asked, looking down at her somewhat flat figure and beginning to doubt. “I mean, I think it’s meant for someone with a better figure than me, but you all did buy it for me and it looked so nice, so I-”

“Oh, it’s perfect for you, Twilight,” Aria assured her, a sly curl on the corner of her mouth. “You always look cute, but now you look sexy.” A small spank of her bottom for emphasis, the bookish girl jumping from the touch. “Mmm… I can’t wait to rip it off you.”

She was beginning to struggle under the weight of this surplus of compliments, even if each one of them was more than welcome. But with these two beautiful creatures eyeing her so lavishly, such gestures had to be returned in kind. “You- you look nice, too,” Twilight said lamely, knowing her own words weren’t nearly enough. Aria was adorned in a corset and skirt of black vinyl, a more hardened look that perfectly suited her brash, fiery sexuality. With Twilight she was deeply physical, a flurry of movement and fierce passions; this dark style, complimented by silver buckles and a studded collar, only heightened her aura even further. Her mind began to flow, fantasy given strength by memory of past nights together; so intense, yet so passionate…

“What about me? Do you think I look hot, Twi? Huh?” Sonata bobbed up and down on the balls of her feet, eager to hear what judgment befell her appearance.

Sweet and sultry did she look indeed, Sonata’s bright appearance perfectly complimented by the bright-pink minidress about her pleasant figure. Hung around her by a cowl neck, the deep plunge in between revealing skin down to her waist, inner cleavage perfectly exposed and intent on catching the eye- a task made easy when the joyful Siren continued to bounce about, further traces of breastflesh exposed so as to tempt.

“Of course you do!” Twilight said, at last snapping out of her trance and speaking hurriedly, forcing her eyes upwards. “You always do, Sonata, what else could I think?”

“Aw, thank you, Twilight!” Sonata sang, wriggling with delight from the given praise. “Isn’t she always so sweet?”

“The sweetest.” The voice that made her soul ache, Twilight felt her spirit glow at the sound of Adagio’s melodious voice. At last able fit for company, the magnificent Siren had come to join them and greet her beloved, all smiles as she beheld Twilight’s awestruck look. “Are those the fishnets I bought for you? Twilight, you really are too perfect.”

The fishnets on her legs –and the barely visible lingerie beneath her dress- most certainly were the gifts she had been given, further fuel to the fire that would have burned her alive if Twilight’s parents had caught her. “I just- oh, but look at you!”

Adagio’s smile deepened, those lustrous eyes brightened by the welcome praise. Her curvaceous, sensuous figure was lovingly draped in a beautiful dress of luxurious red, the low neck complimenting her splendid breasts while still concealing their fullest magnificence. Those sweet, smooth thighs were left exposed by a pair of dual slits, a thin draping of fabric in between all that stood between unrivaled beauty and impropriety. Standing there, hands on her hips, Adagio was only a being of such raw, sexual perfection that Twilight could hardly believe her eyes.

“Well, I had to dress up for my favorite girl, didn’t I?” Adagio purred. “We always want to look the best for you.”

Twilight burned beneath Adagio’s silken purr, especially when this perfect angel was dressed so magnificently. How could she even think of comparing to these wonderful girls, much less being above them? It was foolishness to even imagine such a thing, even if they impressed it upon her every single day. “But I always think you look nice,” she blurted out.

The laughter that came was not unkind, sweet giggles of delight in response to their prize’s words of affection. “Oh, you know just what to say,” Adagio trilled, clasping her hands upon Twilight’s cheeks and gracing her with a softened kiss, plump lips of painted crimson leaving their mark upon their thinner pair. “I’m so glad you wanted to be with us tonight.”

When she considered present company, especially in comparison to past, the likelihood that she would want to be anywhere else was unlikely- even if their plans for the evening were a bit intimidating. “I wouldn’t miss it,” Twilight said, though shakily.

Adagio took notice, giving her girlfriend another kiss so as to soothe nerves. “Don’t worry, it’ll be fine. We’ll have a good time, I promise.”

They were all being so sincere, and they had yet to break a promise yet. Even if she was nervous, there was no need to doubt. “OK.” She gave a giggle, saying, “OK, then! I guess- I guess I’m ready, then.”

“Wonderful. Shall we?” The three women hanging to her in whatever way they could, Twilight was escorted out the door by her adoring Sirens and down to their awaiting chariot below, ready if not eager to begin their long night’s adventure.

The comfortable evening ride was one she had, unintentionally, become accustomed to. Whatever riches her lovely girlfriends had assembled had done well to lend them many a boon, to include a rather opulent limousine that was there for any whim that came their way. Coming from a typical middle-class world, Twilight had found her first ride in such an extravagant vehicle rather overwhelming- even more so when she considered the pleasurable actions that had transpired within. Now she found herself within such luxuries yet again, her usual seat in the Sirens’ midst there awaiting her. A small niggle of guilt formed when she didn’t even bother to give the whole affair a second thought; this wasn’t normal, right? Not for her by any means. But comfortable as it was, the inner abode stocked with refreshments of any kind, she found it hard to voice her mildest discomforts. And when present company was taken into account…

Well, what reason was there to complain?

Adagio smiled as she let her gaze linger upon her sweet, nerdy beloved, happy to admire her in silence for the time being. Twilight was so perfectly lovely, a pretty-faced gentleness ever-present upon her features. Yet now there was something new to be found, a burgeoning sensuality beginning to bloom. The rhinestone dress and heels bound about her frame were the beginnings of transformation, and already enough to make the change noticeable- with the fishnets beneath adding to this new flavor. Cute and sweet as Twilight was, this new facet to her personality was a perfect fit.

But perhaps there was discomfort. Nestled in between Aria and Sonata, Twilight’s current contentment was evidently disrupted by some inner monologue still yet unvoiced. A tension in her form, a dissatisfaction; what it was, however, still remained unnamed. Perhaps that would be something she would have to rectify.

Still, Adagio thought to herself, no need to rush things. With Aria’s lips plucking at Twilight’s neck oh so gently, the eldest Siren felt no desire to ruin the moment. And then there was Sonata to consider, who deemed that any moment not kissing Twilight was a moment wasted; why summon unpleasant memories when they could lavish their love upon this sweet princess? Seeing Sonata so happily wound with their bookish goddess, Aria so unlike herself in the tenderness with which she graced her love… to break the spell just yet seemed silly.

“Mmm…” Twilight’s small, muffled coos occasionally slipped out from between busied lips and out into the world, more often than not lapped away by Sonata’s plying tongue and sent to forgotten places. Words and sounds weren’t necessary in this happy place, just the feel of Sonata’s happy, tranquil kisses, each one just as pleasant as the next. One kiss could be sweet and gentle, a soft pressure against her mouth; its successor could contain a small lick, that sweet morsel leaving its slickened trail along her lips for added flavor. And when that sapphic sensation intertwined with Aria’s own presses it was all she could do not to cry out in happiness. Life was bliss, if not absolutely perfect. Never in her naïve life could she have imagined that such magnificent beauties would be there to crave her, and be craved by her in return. This was heaven.

“Oh…” Twilight pulled slowly away from Sonata’s lips, a hand reaching out for Aria and cupping about her chin, bringing the pig-tailed woman upwards from neckflesh to find her lips happily met in love, the contented kiss a rarity for the boisterous Siren’s more potent passions. “You both feel so nice. Thank you so much.”

“Mmm, anything you want, princess,” Sonata murmured, a small rush of kisses on Twilight’s neck as though unable to resist lavishing more physical affection. “We’d never say no to you.”

“Not ever,” Aria said, adding a kiss of her own for emphasis. “As if we could ever resist.”

Twilight giggled, her cheeks flushed a tinge of pink. “You’re both being silly. You could definitely have better than me!”

“Not a chance in the world!” Adagio gasped, seemingly appalled by the mere suggestion. “Why, we could search the whole world and never find someone as wonderful and perfect as you. Isn’t that right, girls?”

“Of course!” Came the eager reply.

Twilight bit her lip and tried to contain the rising heat of her face. “Well… if you say so. I guess.”

“Any more to drink, sweetheart?” Sonata inquired, a hand reaching to the nearby champagne bottle that lay in the depths of melting ice. “I hope you like what we brought this time, I know last week’s wasn’t your favorite.”

Twilight regarded her nearby flute, pausing from the conversation so as to take a new sip and ponder its contents. “I like it,” she said slowly, “I- I think. It’s very sweet.”

“See? I told you she’d like something gentler,” Aria teased, a smug grin on her face as her sister began to pout. “Demi-sec is just the right kind from now on, so don’t forget.”

“Oh, but please don’t feel bad, Sonata!” Twilight protested, noticing her girlfriend’s downcast expression. “The last one wasn’t bad, and- and I know you meant well! It’s alright.”

“You promise?” Sonata asked.

“I promise.”

“Seal it with a kiss?”

“Of course,” Twilight said, and the two giggling girls met again in a happy union of lips yet again, a treat for the both of them that had yet to lose its appeal. “You’re so wonderful. I really needed this…”

“We’re always here for you when you need us,” Adagio reminded her, adding an extra dose of champagne to her girlfriend’s flute as though on cue. “Is- is it alright if I say something, dearest?”

“What? Of course!” Twilight replied. “You can say whatever you want, I know you’re looking out for me.”

“Well, you’ve just… the last few times we’ve gone out on a date, darling, you just always arrived looking so stressed,” Adagio remarked, a look on either side of her subject; Sonata and Aria lay themselves against Twilight’s bosom, gentle caresses as fingertips traced along flesh in the hopes of added comfort. “You seem happier by the end of it, of course, but every time you make an appearance… is something on your mind, my sweet? I’d love to help you feel better.”

Twilight pondered the thought for a time, eventually breathing out a sigh. “It’s just my… my friends, that’s all,” she said. “You know. Sunset and the others.”

“Of course,” Adagio replied, ensuring her tone remained even. “I know they don’t like us very much, but don’t let that bother you. Please? You don’t have to feel bad for our sake’s.”

“But it’s a slight against me, isn’t it? Against my judgment?” Twilight said, giving her flute a small whirl and letting its contents swish about. “You’re all so sweet and lovely to me, just- just the perfect girlfriends. But they keep telling me how awful you girls are, and that I shouldn’t be dating you. It just feels kind of like, you know, that they think I’m stupid or something.”

“Well, none of that has to matter now,” Adagio said, a hand coming about Twilight’s wrist and giving a slight squeeze. “Tonight we’re going to have fun and enjoy ourselves. You’ll have whatever you want, whenever you want. And we want you to be as happy as possible, so don’t let your friends drag you down. Tonight is for you. OK?”

Twilight’s smile was halfway there, hesitancy giving her discomfort more strength than necessary. “You’re sure? I’m sorry they talk about you so horribly and all. I try to tell them to stop.”

“Let them talk,” Adagio said, “I’m not going to pay the slightest bit of attention. Not when you love me just as I am.”

The other half of Twilight’s smile at last came to life, her spectacled gaze glowing faintly in the dark light of the limousine. “Thanks, Dagi. You always know just what to say.”

The movement and sound of their ride began to shift; the steady hum of the engine changed and became soft as their speed lessened, a turn sideways bringing them off the main road and to new paths- or perhaps not, as the vehicle came to a steady halt.

Twilight turned from her adoring loves and glanced out the window. “Are we there yet?”

“We are!” Sonata cried, casting open the door and leaping outside, reveling in the sight of neon letters and covered doors that beckoned for them to enter. “Yay, this is gonna be so fun! We made sure to buy the best drinks, that they had the best staff working tonight, and we even booked-”

“No spoiling the surprise, Sonata,” Aria cut through, putting an end to her sister’s reverie before more could be revealed. “Come on, now.”

“Oops. Sorry!” Sonata still bounced about happily, forcing herself to remain steady as she offered a willing arm for her awaited prize. “Twilight, would you please escort me inside? I’d love to have you on my arm.”

“Well…” Twilight couldn’t keep away the blush, even though such adoration was commonplace amongst such sweet company. “Only if- only if Adagio takes the other.” The words came out in a spill, perhaps surprising even the girl who spoke them. “Oh, I’m sorry, Aria, I didn’t mean- don’t think I don’t like you or anything-”

“I certainly don’t,” Aria said, the kind tone a stark contrast to her darkened appearance. “Just on one condition. Is that OK?”

“Of course!”

“Can you make it up to me tonight? Any way you want to.”

The intent behind such words was unmistakable, and Twilight had more than enough memories to know just what sort of request would entail. At first she’d found the mere thought of such a suggestion shocking, difficult to agree to. But now, having grown comfortable with Aria’s potent lovemaking, it was just a new offer of a different kind of adventure. “I- I can do that.”

Aria smiled, basking in this new triumph. “Oh, the wait will be just awful,” she said, traipsing to the door and making ready to open. “Shall we?”

With Sonata happily wrapped about her left arm, and Adagio snugly wound about her right, a delighted Twilight Sparkled strode forth into the awaiting strip club where her newest adventure awaited, happy to spend any time anywhere so long as she had such perfect girlfriends there along with her.

Author's Note

It's been a while.
The world is in a bad place, and that's something I have to deal with. A lot of joy for... pretty much anything in life is gone. Getting back into a writing rhythm is hard right now.

But hey, here we are. And this is my ind of sultry.
Keep reading, I guess.

Oh, and a shout-out to the people who follow me just to instantly downvote. Gotta respect the dedication.