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              Getting Sunset's Motor Running               
                   -by TheWraithWriter-                    
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                    Revving Her Engine                     
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Revving Her Engine
Aria Blaze had to admit, for a woman who had failed to take over the world and gotten bitch slapped by a rainbow for her troubles, she had turned out alright.
She was down one magical jewel plus the power to manipulate the minds of those around her with song, but she was up one small repair garage. So, you know, she was kinda okay. She had bought the place for a song, metaphorically, and had been doing okay for herself since. It was near the beach and idiots tended to get sand in their engines, somehow, so there was generally a steady stream of business for her most days.
Not today though. Today, she was whiling away the hours flipping through a magazine that had a motorcycle on its front and back and a lot of ladies in leather on the pages in between. The ladies were nice, although Aria had to admit they didn’t completely alleviate her boredom.
She had to admit, though. She was starting to wonder if she should ask Sonata if any of her magazine friends would hook her up with some kind of modeling job. Seemed like an easy gig. Show up, wear whatever and stand wherever while they took pictures. Aria certainly thought she had the physique for it.
She wasn’t sure if it was magic or good genes, but she had turned out pretty damn tall in human standards. Around six feet, two inches if Sonata had been accurate with that tape measure. Which was a big ask for Sonata, but Aria didn’t care enough to double check the blue bimmy’s numbers. What Aria did know for certain was that she had a damn fine body. Between working in the auto shop and her usual exercises, Aria had chiseled her body to what she felt confident in saying was amazonian perfection. Not that she left her femininity behind in the process, though. Her tits, while not the biggest, were still there and ready for squeezing. And her ass was there for slapping, even if doing so might leave one with a broken hand followed swiftly by a broken jaw.
Aria didn’t particularly care for random ass slaps from pervs on the street.
Overall, Aria was a statuesque stunner, a tall drink of water, a big tomboy mommy for the cute little boys with their first cars to cream their jeans over when they brought the jalopy in for servicing. Not that Aria minded. Made her feel sexy, seeing how they practically drooled over her when she bent down to get a look at the engine. She kinda got why Adagio did her whole massive fucking slut thing, if that made her feel anything like how those guys made Aria feel.
Of course, Aria didn’t go for guys. Usually. She played for both teams, as people would say. But Aria by and far preferred the ladies. And the ladies seemed to like her too, based on the number of times she got one to come back with her into her little office for some couch action.
She even had a special drawer in the filing cabinet for the panties she managed to snag.
Aria turned the magazine sideways to fully appreciate the two page spread on what a tall, blonde, and busty lady was doing beside a bike Aria was sure cost more than her house.
Aria wasn’t currently dressed as nice as any of the women in the magazine. She was wearing a simple worker’s coveralls. There were oil and grease stains on her clothes, her face, probably her hair too. She was feeling the heat a bit, but it wasn’t much of a bother, even if she was bound to add some sweat stains on her clothes as well.
Not that she minded. Honestly, working at the auto shop probably kept her as close to content as she could remember being.
Most of the time. There were annoyances. Customers who got angry about how much the cost of fixing their vehicle was. Or ones who were too stupid to give her even the barest hint as to what the problem was. Her sisters were a source of annoyance as well. Whether it was Sonata coming over and knocking stuff over like the klutz she was or Adagio slutting her slutty slut ass all over the shop.
But, somehow, taking a coughing engine and getting it to purr like a tiger made all those problems melt away. Replaced with a warm sense of calm and satisfaction.
Of course, there was always the possibility that something would come along and manage to throw Aria off her game.
Aria heard the door open. She looked up from her magazine to see who it was and then promptly did a double take.
Sunset Shimmer.
Aria couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Sunset Shimmer, the girl who was instrumental in defeating Aria and her sisters was walking into Aria’s shop like it was nothing. She was doing it casually, as if she hadn’t looked at the name above the shop and realized who owned it. As if she couldn’t see who was behind the counter. As if she hadn’t ever met Aria in her life.
It was infuriating. No, scratch that, it was downright provocative. And Aria knew it was provocative. She lived with Adagio after all.
“Hey, I was riding my bike when- Aria Blaze?”
Surprise was painted on Sunset’s face as she looked at Aria. Genuine surprise, by Aria’s measurement. At least, Aria was pretty sure. A blush soon colored Sunset’s cheeks as her expression shifted to something akin to embarrassment.
“So, uh, long time, no see,” Sunset said, awkwardly rubbing the back of her neck.
“Yeah…” Aria replied, taking in the woman before her.
Sunset wasn’t quite Aria tall, but she definitely had some height to her. Those leather boots she had on probably helped with that. She was slender, but not exactly thin, and had some definite curves to her. Hugging said curves were a pair of slightly faded and frayed blue jeans plus a black leather jacket.
She looked like she had just stepped out from one of the ‘biker babe’ magazines Aria was looking through. She was stunning. She had certainly stunned Aria into silence. A silence that was steadily heading towards ‘awkward’ as neither woman said anything.
Aria gathered herself and spoke. “So, you said something about a bike?”
“Oh, yeah,” Sunset said, smiling nervously and nodding. “I was riding along and it just up and died on me. I could see your sign from where I broke down and pushed it here. Are you, uh, available to take a look at it?”
Aria nodded. “Of course.”
She left her magazine where it was on the counter and followed Sunset outside. Sure enough there was a bike standing just next to the curb, a helmet resting on one of the handlebars. It was sleek Suzuki Hayabusa, all black, shiny, and curvy. It was a beautiful machine and it almost made Aria green with envy to see Sunset Shimmer with it. Then she started thinking about Sunset laying on it and she started turning red instead.
‘Get a hold of yourself, Aria. You’re not that hard up for sex.’
“Nice bike,” Aria said, crouching low to examine the machine.
“Thanks,” Sunset replied with a little grin. “I had to save up for a while to get her, but she’s been worth it. Honestly, this is the first time I’ve ever had any sort of problem.”
“Hmm,” Aria mused, poking at the bike, rubbing a bit of smudge from the metal. “Have you been servicing it regularly?”
“Uh-huh,” Sunset nodded. “Every six months like the manual says.”
“Hmm,” Aria hummed again, carefully pulling apart some wires to peer past them. “Any aftermarket modifications?”
“Ooh, yeah, a few,” Sunset admitted sheepishly. “I put in ceramic brakes, chromed the exhaust and, uh… I sorta had the limiter disengaged.”
Aria couldn’t help but grin. Seemed Sunset Shimmer wasn’t exactly a goody two shoes like she had thought. The shoes were a little scuffed, at least.
“Well, I don’t think any of that would inherently be the cause,” Aria, standing up and dusting off her pants. “You putting any kind of specialized fuel in it?”
“No, just regular. Well…” Sunset rubbed the back of her neck. “I did take her to a race track a few weeks ago. I’m friends with Greasy Wrench and he let me use the track during one of the off days. I fueled up at the track too, so… I might have put some race fuel in her.”
Aria ‘ahh’ed softly. “That might be it. That stuff puts extra strain on pretty much everything it touches.”
Sunset’s eyes widened. “Oh, that… that’s not good.”
Aria shrugged. “It’s not as bad as it sounds. I’ll probably need to take everything apart to figure out exactly what broke. Might as well give it a thorough servicing while I’m at it. I hope you don’t need this bike.”
Sunset shook her head. “Nah, I can just carpool with Twilight or Rainbow if I need to go anywhere. Uh, how long do you think this is going to take?”
“Well, the good news is I don’t have anything else to work on right now, so I think it should only be about…” Aria did some quick guesstimating in her head then added an extra six hours for her lunch break. “Three days, including today.”
Sunset looked genuinely relieved. “That’s good to hear. I was kinda expecting you to say six months or something.”
“Only if I have to order parts,” Aria replied with a cheeky grin. “Mind helping me get it in the shop?”
Sunset nodded and in short order, Sunset pushing while Aria steered, they wheeled the bike into Aria’s work area. The ground was, predictably, littered with grease and oil stains, with the occasional fleck of blood Aria accidentally cutting herself. There was another type of stain as well, but Aria was a bit more diligent about cleaning those up. They stopped the bike beside a few hanging chains, so Aria could suspend it in the air when need be, and the siren beckoned Sunset back into the lounge.
“You can wait here as long as you want,” Aria said, pointing Sunset towards the couches and chairs set up against the wall. “I have a phone if you need to call anyone.”
“I got my cell, but thanks,” Sunset replied with a friendly smile. “I hope she doesn’t give you too much trouble.”
Aria's eyes had been drifting over Sunset’s form and it took her a moment to realize Sunset meant her bike.
“Oh, yeah, it shouldn't.” She pursed her lips for a moment. “Hey, not that it’s anything, but why do you keep calling your bike she and her?”
Sunset seemed to have to think about that for a moment before she shrugged. “Well… you know how people call their cars or whatever girls? I guess I started doing it too as a joke, but I kinda fell in love with that bike and it, uh, stopped being a joke.” She grinned and shrugged. “Never had anyone ask before.”
“Uh-huh,” Aria said, nodding slightly at that. “Well, I better go start working on your ‘girl’. Take it easy, Sunset.”
“Yeah, you too,” Sunset replied, still friendly as can be.
Aria didn’t spare her a second look, spinning on her heel and going back through the door to the work area. There was a big glass window that let people see between the two sections of the auto shop, it was something that had come with the building and Aria wasn’t going to waste a bunch of money changing. She was only slightly annoyed by the idea of people watching her work, mostly because she was often too focused on the job at hand to pay them any mind. Still, she felt a little odd about Sunset Shimmer watching her.
Aria got her tool box and brought it over to the bike, setting it on the ground before she got to work hooking the bike up to the chains. She hadn’t been bullshitting Sunset about needing to take the whole thing apart, but she did relish the chance to get her hands in the guts of this beautiful machine. She wouldn’t mind getting in the guts of the owner either.
Aria scowled and shook her head. She must have been seriously pent up to be getting hot and bothered over Sunset Shimmer of all people. Yeah, she was pretty, but she was also instrumental in kinda sorta ruining Aria’s life a while back. Aria made a mental note to grab Sonata or try and sweet talk Adagio into a quickie when she got home…
Aria didn’t do either of those things that night, being pretty tired by the time she closed up shop that evening. Sunset wasn’t there then, and Aria felt an odd pang from having not had a chance to say goodbye. She shook it off because first and foremost it was fucking stupid and also because she would have to see Sunset again when the bacon-haired bitch picked up her bike.
In spite of Aria’s clear dislike for her, Sunset seemed to hang around the siren’s thoughts, like a piece of gum on the shoe of Aria’s subconscious. Aria half expected to see Sunset when she opened the shop in the morning, but she was nowhere to be seen. It was a silly thing to expect, after all. Aria had said it would take three days to fix the bike and it had hardly been one. Sunset was a magic-crystal-destroying and plan-ruining cunt, but she never stuck Aria as impatient.
Aria had a sandwich, put a heavy metal playlist on her phone, and set to working on the bike.
Of all Sunset’s faults, taste in motorcycles wasn’t one of them. The bike was pristine, sleek, downright sexy with all those smooth curves. Aria almost felt bad every time she smudged some oil or grease on the bodywork, even though it would wash right off. She felt herself growing more and more envious of Sunset as she went over the motor and fuel-lines, cleaning them out and making sure they worked right. She started getting ideas. Ideas about finishing the bike early and taking it for a spin before Sunset showed up to collect it. What little miss sunshine didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her.
Aria had just finished triple checking the engine, damn thing made a sound so good it made Aria’s pants tight, when there was a knock on the window looking into the lobby. Aria jumped, swore because she jumped, and rounded on the window. If some air head had bugged her because they locked their keys in their car-
Oh, speak of the she-devil.
Sunset Shimmer, now wearing a studded black vest over a shirt with a stylized sunrise on it, waved at Aria through the glass. Aria killed the power to the engine and hit pause on her playlist, grabbing a rag to wipe her hands with as she made for the door to the lounge. Walking through the door, she saw that Sunset was also sporting a pair of purple pants and some tasteful shoes. She was also suddenly aware she was just wearing a dirty orange jumpsuit, the top open and tied around her waist, and an equally dirty tank top.
“Hey there, Aria,” Sunset said, friendly as can be. “I was just in the area and thought I’d stop by to see how my girl was doing.” Her bright smile wavered a little. “Uh, I mean my bike, of course. Heh-heh…”
Aria chuckled softly and gave Sunset a slight smile in return. “She’s alright, except for the whole not working properly thing. Fuel-lines are good and the engine sounds great, so no worries there.”
“That’s good to hear,” Sunset nodded happily. “How about you?”
Aria blinked, still cleaning her hands with the rag. “Me?”
“Yeah. How are you doing? I hope my bike hasn’t been too much of a hassle.”
Aria frowned and studied Sunset’s face, searching for a hint of sarcasm or snideness. While Aria stared, silent, Susnt’s chipper demeanor began to falter a little.
“Uh, Aria…?”
Aria sighed and set the rag on the counter. “Look, Shimmer, I’m just going to address the elephant in the room. Why are you here?”
Sunset looked confused. “Because you’re working on my bike?” She said, pointing through the window at said bike.
“I told you it wouldn’t be ready today. But you came in anyway.” Aria’s frown deepened. “Are you checking up on me or something?”
Sunset raised her hands defensively. “Woah, Aria, no. I trust that you’re working on my bike. And I looked up your shop before I came in. All the reviews were stellar.”
“No, I mean checking up on me,” Aria said forcefully, pointing at herself. “I bet you got your friends seeing if Sonata really does graphic design or if Adagio is actually going to yoga or just using that as an excuse to wear the pants.” Aria frown wavered. “Well, Dagi does do that, but that’s beside the point.”
Sunset seemed genuinely befuddled. “What? Why would me or my friends be doing any of that? Also, didn’t know Sonata did graphic design.”
“She does and she’s good at it. I think.” Aria snorted and shook her head. “And what do you mean ‘why’? You knew who I was when you came in here yesterday. You know what me and my sisters were doing at the Battle of the Bands.”
“Huh? Oh!” Sunset dropped her arms to her sides and laughed. Laughed. “Wow, is that what’s bothering you? Aria, that was, like, years ago.”
Aria’s face scrunched up. “So, you’re not still mad about it?”
“Still mad about it? I wasn’t mad about it when it was happening,” Sunset said with a shrug. “I mean, yeah you and your sisters tried to use Equestrian magic to take over the world. Well, take over a high school at least. But, if I held a grudge against everyone I knew who tried to use magic to do something nefarious… well, shoot, I’d basically be mad at about half the city by now. Plus, I’d have to be mad at myself too.”
Aria raised an eyebrow. “Yourself?”
Sunset nodded and rubbed the back of her neck. “Yeah… I kinda, sorta, totally used to be a huge bitch and I stole a magical crown from Equestria and tried to use it to mind control everyone at the school so I could take over the world. Looking back, it wasn’t just evil, it was pretty dumb. Kinda glad I got pimp slapped by that rainbow. Gave me perspective.”
“Huh,” Aria hummed, soaking that in.
Sunset chuckled “Honestly, I thought you’d be mad at me and refuse me service when I walked in here. Or, like, cut my brake lines.” Sunset chuckled nervously. “Not that I’m saying you did. Just that if I was mad at someone and had free access to their bike, I might.”
“That’s pretty dark, coming from you, Sunset,” Aria said, the barest hint of a smirk on her lips.
Sunset shrugged again. “Guess I’m like a sunset, huh? Bright and pretty, but it gets pretty dark soon.”
“Guess so,” Aria said in agreement, feeling like a weight had been lifted off her chest. “Never knew you did a whole ‘take over the world’ thing.”
“Yeah… guess we all do dumb things when we’re young.”
“Uh-huh…” Aria sucked at her teeth. “Well… sorry for accusing you like that.”
“Don’t worry about it, I understand. So… wanna get some lunch?”
“Lunch?”
“Yeah, it’s, like, noon I think,” Sunset said, pulling her phone out to check the time. “There’s this cute little food truck down the street. ‘The Love Hog’, I think?”
Aria never considered herself particularly good at reading people. But, considering Sunset wasn’t apparently there to check up on her and wanted to get lunch now… Aria wasn’t sure, but it sure felt like Sunset was lowkey hitting on her. Or maybe she just wanted to be friends. She definitely got the impression that Sunset was the friendly in general type. Still…
Aria was just about to accept the invitation, food from the Love Hog truck was good in that way that only especially greasy food was, when the door to the shop opened again. But, it wasn’t a customer.
“Hey Aria,” came the lilting, smokey, and inevitably smug voice of one Adagio Dazzle as she sauntered into Aria’s place of business.
Adagio tended to command a room’s attention when she entered. She might claim it was because she had the charisma and sheer force of will, but she as well as Aria and just about everyone else knew the real reason.
Adagio was thicc. With two c’s. Her ass was like two pumpkins stuffed into yoga pants. Said yoga pants were hot pink in color and stretched to their limit by the ass, thighs, and hips of the woman wearing them. Her tits were about the same. They were D’s. Double D’s. Honestly, they were pushing F’s by Aria’s eye. The hefty globes strained the thin yellow yoga top Adagio wore, a small thing that left her pudgy belly and moderately toned arms exposed. It also let Aria know her sister was sans bra today, going off the pair of points pushed against the fabric. To complete the look, Adagio had her hair pinned back in a messy sort of bun, had on a big pair of sunglasses, surprisingly sensible shoes, and bright blue leg warmers of all things.
Either she was committed to using yoga as an excuse to dress like a slut or she really did go.
“Hey Dagi,” Aria said flatly, trying to keep her eyes off her sister’s flaunted assets. And failing.
“Hey Adagio,” Sunset said with significantly more enthusiasm, plus a friendly wave. “Long time, no see, ey.”
“Oh, Sunset Shimmer,” Adagio said in a neutral sort of tone as she lowered her sunglasses to peer at the other woman. “What a surprise. What brings you here today?”
“Aria’s working on my bike.” Sunset pointed at the disassembled vehicle on the other side of the glass.
“Huh, fancy that,” Adagio said, shooting Sunset something approaching a friendly smile. “Would you excuse us for a moment, Sunset? Aria and I have to discuss some family matters. Aria, your office?”
Adagio sauntered off without waiting for a response, heading through the door into Aria’s little back office. Aria sighed and gave Sunset an apologetic look.
“Sorry about that. Adagio’s… well, she’s Adagio. And a huge bitch.” Aria added with a shrug.
Sunset just nodded politely. “Don’t worry about it. Uh, I can just take off if you’re-”
“Nah, this shouldn’t take long,” Aria said quickly. She pulled a remote from under the counter and handed it to Sunset. “Here, remote for the TV in the corner there. Watch anything you like. I’ll be quick.”
“Ooo, don’t mind if I do,” Sunset said with a grin, taking the remote and heading for the seats along the wall.
Aria waited until Sunset’s back was turned before dashing after Adagio.
“Goddamnit Adagio, I’m busy,” Aria said as soon as the door to her office was closed.
Adagio, unaffected by her sister’s annoyance, plopped her fat ass down on the old couch Aria had in front of her equally old desk and gave Aria a smug sort of grin.
“Oh, too busy for me?”
“As a matter of fact, yes,” Aria said with a huff as Adagio just kept smirking at her.
“Come now, you’re never too busy to help out your sister.” Adagio patted the seat beside her. “That bike isn’t going anywhere soon.”
Aria sighed but sat down anyway. “Sunset was going to buy me lunch, you know.”
“I’ll buy you lunch,” Adagio said with a giggle, putting a hand on Aria’s thigh and sliding it up.
“It’s not the, ah, lunch,” Aria’s voice hitched a little at Adagio’s touch.
“I just need something from you first,” Adagio continued like she hadn’t heard Aria say a thing.
She slipped her hand into Aria’s jumpsuit, just past the fabric bunched up at the waist, into her pants.
“Adagio…” Aria groaned, grabbing the back of the couch as her sister’s hand found its way into her panties.
“I was supposed to meet someone today, but would you believe he stood me up? Me,” Adagio said as she wrapped her smooth fingers around Aria’s dick, the organ already semi-hard. “The nerve of some people. I was gonna let him take me home and fuck me in the middle of the day and he’s a no show. I need this, Aria. I need you.”
“Only thing you need is a-ahhhh blow to the jaw!” Aria got out, gritting her teeth as Adagio’s well practiced fingers had her cock up and drooling precum down the shaft.
“Oh, so rough? And in public too! You’re a naughty, naughty girl, Aria,” Adagio tittered, licking her lips as Aria’s dick grew before her.
Fully erect, Aria’s dick could poke up into her own cleavage and was thick enough to be mistaken for an extra large pickle. A particularly purple pickle, but a pickle nonetheless. It put most vibrators to shame, which was probably why Adagio was here instead of at home, biting her Hitch Trailblazer body pillow.
Normally, Aria wouldn’t have cared if Adagio came by thirsting for the big jelly-colored shaft to be jammed into her. Heck, one of her best times in the shop was plowing Adagio under a table while she cleaned the piston block of a ‘69 Charger. But today…
Well, today was no good.
“Dagi, stop it,” Aria said with far too much whine for her liking. “Th-this isn’t a good time.”
“Oh, it’s gonna be a good time very soon,” Adagio replied, sticking her tongue out at Aria. “Just relax and let Momma Dagio treat you nice.”
Aria winced as sparks of pleasure shot off her dick, able to do little else but squirm while Adagio worked her shaft. It annoyed her. Fuck, it pissed her off. But her dick was managing to override the rest of her body when it came to doing anything but sitting there and taking it.
Aria peered out of one eye back into the lobby, seeing Sunset had taken a seat and was currently watching the TV. Aria cursed silently that she hadn’t just sent Sunset home. She should have known Adagio wanted to do a lot more than talk. And she knew she shouldn’t have put up a giant fucking picture window in her office too. Her dick was peeking up above the edge of the window sill. If Sunset looked at them for more than a second, she would see it.
“Sh-she’s gonna see!” Aria said through clenched teeth as Adagio pried one hand off Aria’s cock to work into her own pants.
“Huh?” Adagio said, looking from Aria then the window, spotting Sunset in the lobby beyond. “Oh, afraid of letting little miss sunshine see your big fat dick, Aria? Whyever would that be?”
Aria snorted, hips bucking involuntarily against Adagio’s hand. “It’s embarrassing!” she hissed.
“It would be her fault for peeking in on our private time. Unless there’s a different reason,” Adagio said, stroking faster, closer to Aria’s cockhead. “You don’t like her, do you?”
“Shut up,” Aria snapped back weakly, panting as pleasure built in her core.
“You do!” Adagio said with a smug laugh. “Hahaha, Aria Blaze has a crush on Sunset Shimmer! Does she know about this yet? Or are you worried it’ll scare her off?”
“Shut up,” Aria repeated, sweat beading on her forehead as her balls clenched and churned.
“Oh, what’s the matter, Aria? Are you close? Are you gonna blow your load this quick because of the pretty lady out there?” Adagio cackled, speeding up her strokes. Low groans were mixed in with her words, the eldest Siren still fingering herself as she taunted her sister. “She’s gonna notice it when you splatter cum all over the window. And even if she doesn’t, she’ll see me when I walk out after. How are you gonna explain your sister being covered in cum, Aria?”
Aria felt her orgasm surge through her, unable to stop it. She reacted more on instinct than anything else next, grabbing Adagio’s hair and pushing her down. Her sister’s fat mouth was open, so the head of her cock slipped in easily enough. And Adagio was a golden tier whore, so there wasn’t much resistance for Aria shoving her cock down her sister’s throat.
Adagio’s cry of surprise was muffled by inches of thick purple dick and quickly drowned out by the splatter of cum. Aria shuddered and groaned, biting her lip and squeezing her eyes shut as she blew her load right down Adagio’s gullet. Her anxiety made it a little hard to enjoy, but tremors of pleasure still slithered through her body as Adagio gagged and sputtered, swallowing almost out of reflex. Seconds crawled by as Aria rode out her orgasm, barely able to form a thought as she filled Adagio’s belly.
Finally, Aria’s orgasm tapered off and she was able to open her eyes. The world was bleary, but a few blinks brought things back into focus. She spotted Sunset still in the lobby, the woman glancing over at her at the same time and shooting her a grin and cheery wave. Aria panted softly and replied with a rather tired wave and weak smile of her own. She watched until Sunset’s attention was drawn elsewhere, sighing and letting her head loll back over the couch.
It took a near frantic slap from Adagio to remind Aria she was still holding her sister’s head down in her lap. Aria jumped and relented, letting Adagio pull herself off. Adagio’s lips pulled back over inches and inches of semi-hard dick, glazed with a mixture of cum and throat slime. Adagio let out a gasp and cough once the head came free of her lips, hurriedly sucking down air.
“Fuck,” Adagio said, coughing and wiping her mouth on her arm. “Warn me before you do that. And remember you’re doing it!”
“It’s your own fault,” Aria replied, her brain swimming in too many endorphins for her to work up any sort of annoyance or anger. She grabbed a nearby rag she had for just such occasions and wiped off her dick before stuffing it back in her pants. “Just… stay here, please.”
Adagio quirked an eyebrow. Aria said please about as frequently as Sonata said ‘trigonometry’.
“Fine. But you owe me some attention.”
“Yeah yeah…” Aria said, getting up on slightly shaky legs and walking back into the lobby.
“Hey Aria,” Sunset said as the Siren entered the room, cheery as always. “Everything okay?”
“Uh, yeah. Kinda,” Aria said, the fog of nutting still clouding her brain. “Uh, Sonata got herself into a bit of a problem at home and me and Adagio have to go help her.”
“Oh no,” Sunset said, genuine concern on her face. “Do you need any help?”
“Nah, we should be able to handle it. Sonata just, uh…”
Think damnit.
“She got a bunch of gum stuck in her hair. Again.”
Sonata had done it before. More than once.
“Oof, sorry to hear that.” Sunset got up and brushed off her front. “Guess we’ll have to take a rain check on lunch.”
“Yeah, sorry.” Aria winced. “Uh, how about tomorrow? I might be able to finish your bike by then too.”
“That’d be perfect. But, don’t rush yourself or anything,” Sunset said with a sympathetic nod as she headed for the door. “And good luck with Sonata.”
“Thanks,” Aria said with what felt like a pathetic wave as Sunset left. She stared at the door for a moment before shaking her head and heading back to the office.
Adagio was going to do some stretching whether she wanted to or not.
Aira had to down a few energy drinks, but she eventually managed to fuck Adagio enough to get the big slut to go home.
Aria would have gone with her, but she was all too aware she wasted half a day’s worth of work with her stupid sister and Sunset’s bike was still in several pieces around her shop. And she still didn’t know quite what was wrong with it. And for some stupid reason, she told Sunset it would be ready by noon tomorrow.
Fueled by a combination of caffeine and spite, Aria worked on the bike well into the night, poking and prodding at every little bit and piece of it. She steadily crossed things off her list of possible ailments, adding a healthy dose of swearing after each. She broke off trying to work on it after that, leaving the bike still in several pieces as she went and collapsed on the couch in her office.
The next day, after eating a hearty breakfast of microwave meals she kept for just such occasions, Aria was back at it. It occurred to her, some time after her second cup of coffee, that Sunset had lied about the bike not working. In a way, it was the most dastardly thing she could have done. After all, Aria hadn’t checked to see if the bike was working at all when Sunset had brought it in.
But, would she really do that? Aria was charging for labor, so all Sunset would be doing is sort of wasting Aria’s time. And driving her a little crazy. But, that was almost childish, and beyond petty. The sorta thing Adagio and Sonata would come up with if they could ever agree on something.
Still…
Aria was considering putting the whole bike back together when she finally found the problem: a faulty wire in the clutch. Aria almost laughed at the simplicity of it. The fix was easy after that, and then putting the bike back together went by like Aria was on fast forward.
Some time near eleven, Aria was finished, clean (or as clean as she could washing up in her tiny bathroom and wearing day old clothes), and sitting happily behind the counter in the lobby. She had treated herself to a cinnomin bun from the gas station down the street and was currently watching some dumb car show on the tv in corner while she waited for Sunset to appear.
She didn’t have to wait long. And when Sunset came in, Aria damn near did a double take.
Sunset was decked out today. She was wearing a black top with a stylized sun emblazoned over her tits that hung down from her neck to barely past her chest, leaving her sculpted arms and belly exposed. Around her waist was a side-tied orange and pink skirt that was parted at the tie to show as much thigh as possible. And, naturally, sandals.
She looked like she just came from the beach, which wasn’t impossible. But it was hardly what Aria would have thought of a biker wear. If she could think of anything beyond how damn hot Sunset looked.
“Hey, Aria,” Sunset said with what the Siren thought might be a sensual sizzle in her tone. “I know I’m a little early, but I was already here, so I thought I’d drop by anyway.”
“H-hey,” Aria said, waving awkwardly at Sunset. “It’s okay, I got your bike finished.”
Sunset raised her eyebrows. “Really?”
“Yup. Once I figured out the problem, it wasn’t too hard to fix it and get your girl back together.” Aria jerked her thumb back at the big picture window. “She’s in there now.”
“Well, I’m happy to hear that,” Sunset said with a smile. “Mind letting me see her?”
“Sure thing,” Aria said automatically. Normally she’d make people pay before letting them wait for her to bring her car out but… well, it was her shop. She could bring people into the garage if she wanted.
At Aria’s beckon, Sunset followed her around the counter and into the work area. There, resting on the kickstand, was Sunset’s bike. It was just as sleek and shiney as when she had brought it in two days prior. Maybe a little shinier since Aria had given the body a once over after putting it together. Aria walked beside the bike and patted the handlebars.
“There was a faulty line in the clutch. It was a pretty easy fix once I found it.”
“Good to hear,” Sunset said, moving beside Aria and giving the bike what appeared to be a loving pat. “Sorry she took you so long to fix.”
“Pshh, it wasn’t no problem,” Aria said with a smile and a shrug, more aware of how close to Sunset she was than what she was saying.
“Have you started her up since you finished?” Sunset asked.
Aria shook her head and fished the key from the pocket of her jumpsuit, offering it to Sunset. “Nah, figured you’d want to be the first.”
“Oh, I don’t mind having seconds, Aria,” Sunset said with a giggle. She closed Aria’s fingers around the key. “Go on, start her up.”
Aria, a bit perplexed, nodded and put the key in the ignition slot. She climbed up on the bike, wrapping her fingers around the handlebars and squeezing the clutch. After double checking the indicators, she revved the bike up, the engine growling before roaring, the sound almost deafening in the enclosed space. The thing sounded beautiful, just as good as it did yesterday. Aria let the bike wind down to an even idle, feeling the machine vibrate between her legs, reminding her of a caged tiger.
Or maybe something else. Aria tried not to think about how her dick was perking up from the sudden stimulation.
“She sounds good!” Aria called to Sunset, wincing slightly at having caused such a racket. Even if Sunset had told her to do it. Aria looked up when Sunset didn’t respond and had her mouth fall open when she laid eyes on the woman.
While Aria had busied herself with the bike, Sunset had gone and hopped up on one of the work benched against the wall. She had her legs spread, skirt hiked up, and two fingers in her exposed pussy. She grinned at Aria’s shocked expression, cheeks steadily growing darker as she rubbed herself.
“She sounds great!” Sunset called back after a moment, laughing as Aria continued to stare. “Do you like her, Aria?”
“S-Sunset?” Aria stuttered, unable to move or even look away.
“Right here,” Sunset said, chipper as always. She kept playing with herself, eyes locked on Aria. “You okay, Aria?”
Aria’s mouth worked, but no sound came out. The bike continued to idle between her legs, pressing harder against the growing bulge in her work uniform. Sunset seemed to spot the bulge, her smile growing wider in conjunction with the straining tent. Aria realized what was happening when she accidentally turned the handle on the bike a little and the machine reved up, the vibrations it sent up through her crotch making her moan.
Aria turned red. She hurriedly shut the bike off and covered her mouth, tearing her eyes off the spectacle of Sunset Shimmer fingering her pussy right in Aria’s garage.
“I-I-I’m dreaming, right?” Aria asked out loud, staring at a grease spot on the floor and very pointedly not Sunset.
“What makes you think that?” Sunset’s teasing voice carried across the room.
“I normally don’t have women flash their pussy at me.”
“Aw, never? Not even when you had that magical gem?”
Aria grimaced and pinched herself. Hard.
“Fuck, ow!”
“Aria? Are you okay?”
Sunset’s voice had lost some of it’s teasing edge, bordering on concern.
“I’m fine. Just… pinched myself.”
“Aw, you think you’re dreaming. That’s sweet.”
There was an almost pregnant pause.
“Aria? Still with me?”
“Yes.”
“Can you look at me, please?”
Aria chewed her lip. “Only if you close your legs.”
“Humph, prude,” Sunset huffed teasingly. “Okay, I’m decent.”
Aria hesitantly looked up, seeing that Sunset had indeed crossed her legs, hiding her pussy from view.
Aria breathed a sigh of relief. “Sunset, what-?”
Before Aria could get out another word, Sunset’s hand went up to the bottom of her top. She flipped it up for a moment, exposing one nipple while sticking her tongue out and winking. She dropped the cloth back in place and giggled.
“For such a tough girl, you’re easy to tease, Aria.”
Aria was more red than purple now, a dark spot starting to form at the top of the tent in her clothes, but she remained firm.
“And for such a goody two shoes, you sure like flaunting yourself,” Aria replied, crossing her arms.
“Aw, don’t be mad, Aria. I was just having a little fun. It’s what you get for leaving me hanging yesterday.”
“Leaving you hanging?”
“That’s right, fishy. Come on, you knew I was into you.”
Aria frowned. “So you were checking up on me.”
“Gah, still paranoid? I bring you my bike, offer to buy you lunch, and then I march in here and flash you, twice… And you still think I’m playing around? Are your sisters like this too or are you special?”
Aria snorted and averted her gaze. “Why, you interested in them?”
Sunset sighed like a horse and hopped off the bench. “Damnit, Aria. Look, I get that you might be a little worried about me, but I like you. And I know you like me too.”
Aria slowly looked back to Sunset. The woman was right, but Aria didn’t have to admit it.
“What makes you say that?”
Sunset grinned. “Well, either you got an exhaust pipe under those clothes or you’re really happy to see me.”
Aria snorted again, but kept her eyes on Sunset. “Maybe. You into girls with dicks, Sunset Shimmer?”
“Oh yeah,” Sunset said, wagging her hips as she sauntered over to Aria. “Nothing better than a girl with a dick. Kinda hard to find around here.”
“So you just like me for my dick?”
“Nah, you’re cute too,” Sunset said with a laugh, closing the distance between herself and Aria. “But if you’re gonna try to pull some ‘Oh, I’m more than my body’ shit with me, then you gotta look me in the eye and tell me you haven’t wanted to bend me over this bike since I came in here.”
Aria did look Sunset in the eye. In her brilliant, blue eyes that sparkled like the ocean at sunrise.
Well, Aria was only human. Mostly
It wasn’t clear to Aria whether she or Sunset ducked forward for the kiss. She didn’t care. Sunset’s lips were soft and tasted like oranges. The woman kissed just as aggressively as Aria did, the pair of them fighting for dominance as their hands grabbed and pulled at each other. Sunset was the one to pull back first, panting as she pulled her top over her head.
“Strip,” she said, jabbing a finger at Aria before undoing the knot that held her skirt together.
Aria didn’t even complain about being ordered, unzipping her suit and squirming out of it like it was on fire. She had to hop off the bike to push the work outfit off her legs, leaving her in just a tank top and a pair of boxers that were doing a woeful job of hiding her erection. It was out the top of the underwear, leaking precum down its turgid length.
Sunset whistled appreciatively as she tossed her clothes onto the work bench.
“I see why you stick to baggy clothes,” Sunset said, standing naked save for her sandals. “Mmm, can’t wait to have that thing inside me.”
Aria just nodded, grabbing the hem of her shirt to pull it over her head.
“Ahh ahh, leave the shirt on. I kinda like the look,” Sunset said with a smirk.
Aria was too horny to waste any more time arguing, leaving her shirt where it was and all but tearing off her boxers. Sunset beckoned Aria over to a chair Aria had near one of the work benches, patting the seat.
Aria sat down in the chair, Sunset hopping in her lap a moment later. She grabbed Aria’s cock with both hands, licking her lips as she stroked it. She leaned forward, grinding her sodden cunt against Aria's base as she pressed the Siren’s dick to her belly, like she was measuring how far it would go in her.
“Fuck, I really hope we fall in love after this, Aria. Pretty sure I’m gonna be ruined after letting this monster in me.”
“Well, physically you’ll tighten back up after a little while,” Aria said, her cock-sure grin twitching as Sunset played with her. “B-but psychologically you won’t be satisfied with anything less.”
Sunset smirked and shrugged “Heh, whatever. Hold still, fishy.”
Holding onto Aria for balance, Sunset rose up and angled Aria’s cock towards her needy pussy. She pressed it in, moaning as she slowly began to lower herself back down. All of this ended up shoving first Sunset’s tits and then her belly in Aria’s face.
Sunset’s belly was flat and toned, the hints of a four pack clear on her flawlessly smooth skin. Aria was entranced by the sight, almost as much as she was entranced by the feeling of Sunset’s pussy around her dick. The bacon-haired beauty’s snatch was like heaven, if heaven was a warm, slick, velvety vice. Aria bit her lip so hard she nearly broke the skin as Sunset’s pussy sucked her cock in, her pretty lower lips smoothly descending down Aria’s shaft. Aria knew from experience her dick was enough to bulge the bellies of just about any girl, and indeed there was a noticeably cock-shaped swell in Sunset’s abdomen. But it was slight, and it wasn’t because Sunset had a mile-wide pussy, far from it. She wasn’t just tight, she was strong, her muscles tough enough not only to make Aria feel like she was getting her dick worked by a snake but also to keep it from stretching Sunset’s flesh too much.
It was a bit surreal and, like everything else about Sunset Shimmer, hot as the fucking sun.
But suddenly, Sunset stopped. Aria whined softly, the last few inches of her dick not inside Sunset almost feeling like they were out in the cold.
“Fuck, you’re bigger than I thought,” Sunset said, moaning as she bounced lightly. Aria could feel the head of her cock prodding at something inside Sunset. Her cervix, maybe? “Might have to-”
“No backing down, pony girl,” Aria said with an evil grin, grabbing Sunset’s hip and pulling her down the rest of the way.
Aria felt her cock punch past the resisting ring of flesh, pushing right into Sunset Shimmer’s womb. The woman went crossed eyed for a moment, mouth opening and tongue lolling out as her entire body seized up and shook. Aria moaned as Sunset’s pussy spasmed around her dick, a small rush of fluid soaking her groin.
Sunset let out a shaky breath and leaned against Aria, pressing their tits together. Aria smirked.
“Did you cum just from having my dick put in you?” Aria asked, her smugness lessened somewhat by the slight hitch in her voice and the pleasurable tremor running through her.
“I worked myself up trying to talk you into fucking me,” Sunset said in a defensive but playful tone. She took Aria’s chin and made the Siren look her in the eye. “Now shut up and fuck me.”
Aria was all too happy to comply, grabbing Sunset’s firm, juicy ass in her hands and making the woman bounce in her lap. Sunset laughed and moaned, hugging and grabbing at Aria as the Siren fucked her, sharing sloppy, lustful kisses as their tits rubbed against each other, seperated by just the thing fabric of Aria’s tank top.
Sunset tongue wrestled with Aria, bit at her lip, stroked her hair and moaned into her mouth. Aria in turn groped and slapped Sunset’s ass, pulled one hand away from those orangey cheeks to pinch Sunset’s arching nipples, making the tough girl squeal. The pair worked up a sweat in no time, the stuff dripping off them and onto the floor. The chair beneath them squeaked as it took their combined weight plus the forcefulness of their fucking.
Aria swore Sunset came again, only she didn’t stop working her hips this time. If anything, Sunset seemed to fuck harder. Aria, even with her relatively easy spot in the chair, could hardly keep up. Aria did everything she could to match Sunset’s pace, to out do her, to fuck the teasing, smug, beautiful woman to exhaution. Aria’s balls ached with pent up lust, churning as she neared her climax.
“I’m getting c-close,” Aria said, very nearly whimpering as Sunset kept bouncing in her lap.
“Me too, babe,” Sunset said with that same confident smirk that made Aria’s heart flutter. She seemed cool and collected, even sweat dripping down her face and the occasional pant betrayed just how much she was enjoying herself. “Cum inside me.”
Aria wanted to. By the Eternal Sea, she wanted to cum inside Sunset more than anything. But, some part of her hesitated. She wasn’t sure if Sunset was on any kind of pill, or if said pill had any effect on a magical pony-turned-human girl, but Aria was neither taking any kind of birth control or even wearing a condom. She never cared much about it before, but somehow just blowing her load directly into Sunset felt wrong. Like wiping your dick on a piece of priceless art.
“Wait, S-Sunset, I shouldn’t-” Aria began to say, grabbing Sunset’s hips with some intention of slowing her bounces.
The words caught in her throat when Sunset grabbed her by the chin, forcing Aria to look up into Sunset’s brilliantly blue eyes. When she spoke, her tone was low and even, but firmer than Aria’s throbbing cock.
“I said, ‘cum inside me’.”
Even if Aria hadn’t been on the brink of popping, she knew those words would have made her cum on the spot.
Aria gasped, her balls clenched and her cock throbbed one last time before shooting out thick rope of hot jizz directly into Sunset’s womb. Sunset moaned and leaned back, her smile so bright she made the sun feel dim by comparison. Aria felt Sunset cum again, her wonderful snatch milking Aria’s cock better than a pair of hands. Aria could do little but sit there and cum her brains out, dumping everything she had into Sunset.
And she had a lot. By the third pulse of her dick, Sunset’s womb was packed full, excess spooge beginning to back blast down her love tunnel, soaking Aria’s thighs and her chair. But Aria wasn’t finished and Sunset seemed to realize she may have bitten off more than her pussy could chew. She tried to rise off Aria, but the siren’s grip on her hips was firm and she pulled Sunset firmly back into her lap. Sunset moaned again as she was pierced to her core, molten hot cum continuously pumped into her, finally managing to swell her middle.
By the time Aria’s dick was firing blanks, Sunset was more full than she could ever remember being. Her belly wasn’t ridiculously swollen, but she looked to be a few months pregnant at the very least. She rubbed the obvious bulge, enjoying the feeling of being stuffed and warm.
Aria wasn’t sure she was even still alive. She couldn’t feel her legs and the rest of her body tingled in the most wonderful way. She was slumped back in her chair, head thrown over the back, mouth open, tongue left hanging out the side, eyes nearly crossed and unfocused. Her heart hammered away in her chest, threatening to burst out of her ribcage at any moment.
Aria didn’t know how long she was like that. Seconds, minutes, hours? All she knew was that she felt drained, exhausted, and utterly satisfied.
A kiss on the cheek dragged her back through the mud of her endorphin drunk mind and to the present. She gasped and sucked down a big lungful of air, like she had forgotten to breathe between her orgasm and now.
“Jeeze, Aria,” Sunset said, in a tone more like Aria had just eaten an entire sub sandwich instead of shooting enough baby batter to overfill a sperm bank. “Do you cum like this all the time or do you really like me?”
Aria’s mouth worked, but no words came out. Her tongue felt dry, her mind fuzzy, her body hot, sweaty, and sore. Finally, she managed to eke out a few words.
“I really like you, Sunset.”
Sunset grinned and hugged Aria, the chair and their thighs squishing audibly from all the cum soaking them.
“I really like you too, Aria.”
Aria smiled happily and pulled Sunset down into a kiss. This one was slower and softer than the ones they’d shared before, downright tender, almost. Aria relished in it, wrapping an arm around Sunset and holding her close. Her cock was still inside the woman, a bit soft at the moment, but Aria was sure a big drink of water and a sandwich would have her up and raring for more. She wanted more of Sunset. She wanted her in every way imaginable. Bent over that bike, on her knees in the alley, snuggled beside her in bed-
Someone tapped on the glass.
Aria and Sunset pulled away, both slowly looking towards the big picture window and the small gathering of people on the other side. Aria’s sisters were both there, as were all of Sunset’s friends. Sonata and Pinkie Pie were both up against the glass, their breath starting to fog on it.
Sonata waved cheerily and called through the window.
“Hey, we’re all heading to Love Hog! You guys want anything?”