Sunset was, if anything, uncomfortable. Her plan to keep her friends close, a small squad amidst danger, had been completely foiled by the strange gregariousness of the Sirens she had once called foe. Sonata had seen fit to hasten Applejack and Rainbow away to heaven knew where, the farmgirl the most suspicious and most sensible of their number. And then Adagio had offered Pinkie and Rarity a drink! The frizzy baker had been more than eager to go with the flow of positive vibes and Rarity was too enamored with the ginger Siren’s sex appeal to want to be anywhere but right by her side; they’d departed off into the crowd, likely back to the bar to find what darkened corner would allow the celebrity a tinge of privacy in the midst of this place. Sunset could only hope that Rarity wasn’t too aroused to have completely lost control.

Where had that left her? With a gentle-hearted Fluttershy who might be too kind –or perhaps naïve- to keep suspicions alive as they were escorted by Aria from the midst of the masses and into a comfortable billiards room that carried the tinge of cigar smoke. It was perhaps the least elegant place in the spacious mansion she’d seen yet, the darkened wood of both wall and floor bringing forth memory of aged beer halls and bars, red stainglass lights hanging from above the tables that beckoned for those within to come and play. One of the three tables was already occupied by a seemingly luxurious group of merrymakers, their excessively lively sound suggesting they were already inebriated.

“So… huh.” Sunset gave a quick examination of the pool table at her fingertips, desperate to avoid the awkwardness that permeated her world. Aria had offered to show them around, but the offer had only come once her sisters had left her alone. With Fluttershy hardly the chattiest of individuals and Sunset waiting for the other shoe to drop, it would be up to the Siren to see events transpire. “It’s been a while since I’ve played.”

“Me too.” Aria’s words arrived quick, terse; despite the aura of cold anger that still tinged her features, she appeared tense. Was she nervous? Sunset found herself wondering. “Do- feel like a game?”

“Oh, well… can you play with three people?” Fluttershy inquired.

“Sure. We can play cutthroat, it’s easy. I’ll- I’ll teach you how if you don’t know.”

“OK.”

A quick rack of the balls and the game was set, Aria taking lead yet seeming desperate for another to do so. Was she waiting for Sunset or Fluttershy to say something? Had she become so accustomed to following after Adagio’s lead that to take the first step was anxiety for her? Her whole body was tensed, primed for release.

Fluttershy perhaps took note, her sympathetic nature spurring her to speech and grant the Siren relief. “Thank you for inviting us tonight,” she began. “Your home is very lovely.”

“It was Adagio’s idea,” Aria replied- then seemingly turning cold in hesitation. “For the mansion- that’s what I meant. I thought our old apartment was fine.”

“And… inviting us was your idea?” Sunset inquired.

“Erm- no. That was Adagio’s too. I tried to talk her out of it.”

Interesting. “Why’s that?”

Aria seemed to truly be struggling with responding, nerves so unlike the near-bestial nature she’d always seemed to possess. It was so genuine that Sunset couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sympathy for her. “I’m not too good with people- I figured you’d all still hate us. For a lot of good reasons.”

“We don’t hate you,” Fluttershy murmured, pausing from taking her next shot to make sure the words were clearly heard. “We were nervous when you sent us the invitation, but we never hated you. We even wondered if you really had changed.”

It was excessively kind and one hell of a stretch as far as Sunset was concerned. She and Rainbow had been all but certain it was a villainous scheme of some sort, only Fluttershy and Pinkie at all willing to believe in good intention. How about you keep that to yourself, hmm?

“Well…” Aria bit her lip. “Dagi and Sonata changed most. Sort of. We’re still a lot like ourselves, just not so- so… Hungry.”

Sunset cocked an eye at that. “Hungry?”

“Yeah. You know, greedy. I guess. I dunno, that still doesn’t sound right.”

“Then take your time,” Fluttershy said. “We’ll let you figure it out.”

The harsh Siren took her shot and struck home, sending one of Sunset’s balls flying into the corner pocket where she had intended. A satisfying shot, but still did she give a sigh. “Are you- is this just who you are, all the time?”

“Huh?” The sweet woman seemed mystified by the query. “I mean, I guess so. But I’m not sure I understand.”

“Well… you’re sort of magical, right?” Aria explained. “And you’ve got power. Does it ever just- you know. Eat at you?”

“N- no… no, not really.”

“And I’d have to say the same, too,” Sunset added, cottoning on that this was as much investigation as it was social chatter. Aria was trying to figure out something. “Do you still crave something to feed on still?”

“Not anymore,” the dark-haired woman answered. “It got easier since we started learning how to sing again. And then getting famous. It sort of scratched that itch and made it better. So we started calming down after a while since we didn’t have so much reason to be angry all the time.”

“OK…” Sunset aimed true and took vengeance for her early setbacks; two of Aria’s went scattering into the center-right pocket, down in a puff of chalk. “You seem different.”

“Different, as in… better?”

“You look much more relaxed,” Fluttershy offered. “Even though you seem very nervous about talking with us.”

“I’m not great with people still,” Aria muttered. “Our manager got mad at me a couple times for yelling at fans. Said it wouldn’t help. So I’ve tried to just… say less. I guess it’s better for everyone.”

Now where had she known that sentiment before, if not in her very own past? Sunset remembered the taste of that daily fear, worrying that you could so easily screw up and fall right back into old habits. Perhaps for Aria, it was a fear she could lose her source of tranquility; lose fame and fortune and she just might struggle to survive once more. Who wouldn’t be on edge with such a tension in their lives?

“It gets easier,” Sunset offered, watching in dismay as Fluttershy knocked her last ball into the center pocket and dooming her chances of victory. “It just takes time for it to be a new normal. You’ve only just started.”

“I don’t really think I’ve started yet,” Aria admitted. “Maybe I will when I tell you two that we’re sorry.”

“Are you?”

“Hmm? Well- yeah.”

Fluttershy beamed. Instinct in the strength of good had been proven fruitful despite the doubts and worries of many. One side had offered their part of the bargain; now it would be her turn to rise and meet it. “Then we most certainly forgive you,” she said sweetly. “Can we try being friends this time instead?”

Rarity adored the glamorous things in life. She’d grown up watching movies from the golden age of acting, listening to how they talk and spoke with a dignity and beauty that seemed poetic. How could a little girl look at Grace Kelly and not dream of being just as lovely? Shouldn’t she want to heed the wisdom of Audrey Hepburn and be just as sweet? There were so many examples of a classical loveliness that the young girl she’d once been had grown up dreaming of following such footsteps. Live a life of luxury, be brimming with a limitless grace, and always seek out the very best- in everyone, and everything.

Rarity had spent most of her young life believing she’d done, at the very least, an adequate job of accomplishing her goal. Sure, her actress dreams had been replaced by fashion and she had a bit more of a temper than she’d like, but she’d always tried to seek out the very best of this world.

But now with Adagio here before her, she felt positively inadequate in every imaginable facet. To think she’d considered herself glamorous!

She and Pinkie had followed the sultry Siren back to the warmth of the mansion’s barroom and found a comfortable table in the back corner; Adagio had insisted, wishing for a moment to not have to play celebrity and instead be herself for a time. A fair enough thing, Rarity had surmised; a little privacy to talk and get to know this lovely woman a little better, maybe even strike up a- well, comfortable relationship if she played her cards right. But then Adagio had called for the bartender and demanded they receive the very best item on the shelf, a bottle of aged cognac brought to their table for the three ladies to appreciate.

Rarity considered the bottle, a keen eye quick to notice the casking date etched into the label. “Darling, surely you don’t mean for us to drink it!” She breathed.

“I insist,” Adagio replied, snapping her fingers and seeing Mr. Ardonnais pop the cork, a trio of miniaturized glasses swiftly brought out to hold a light pouring of the magnificent spirit. “What other occasion could be so grand as to justify its use?”

A wedding, perhaps. An anniversary party, being crowned as a royal! Rarity knew the brand well enough to know it was expensive. “Just- just how much is this, Adagio?”

“Hmm? Oh, I’m not sure,” the ginger Siren answered. “A few thousand, I believe. Why?”

The fashionista had always prided herself on being the pinnacle of regality in all things. One evening had seen fit to casting all that aside so the true queen of magnificence could take her throne. “Oh my goodness.”

Adagio smiled, taking the opened bottle and pouring the three girls a little bit more- just for fun. “Enjoy, darlings.”

“Wow…” Pinkie stared at the contents of the glass with wonder, happily awed by the display of wealth before her. “Have you ever had any before, Adagio? What’s it taste like?”

“I never have, actually. I usually only drink for special occasions,” Adagio answered warmly, treating the frizzy baker like an old friend. “Want to take a sip the same time as me and we both find out?”

“Sure! Oh, but only if Rarity joins in!”

“Of course, we musn’t forget our beautiful lady,” Adagio replied. Though Pinkie perhaps didn’t notice, the fashionista felt the quick lookover taken to her form by the sumptuous woman across from her; a quick glance across the features and the lovely gown that concealed even more. “Shall we?”

“Of course, darling,” Rarity assented, taking her glass and raising it to meet those of her companions. “Here’s to us!”

“To you,” Adagio breathed. “Thank you so much for coming. All of you.”

The first sip of the ancient drink was an experience unlike anything she’d ever known in all her life; Rarity had enjoyed fine spirits before, but this was transcendent! There was a richness to the flavor, a spicy tinge on her tongue that was more than just the burn of alcohol- and floral notes also. Even after her musings and she swallowed, still could she feel it linger. “My goodness, darling…”

Pinkie swallowed fast and began to cough, her unfamiliarity with potent alcohol sending her to fits. “Oh wow, that is strong,” she spluttered. “G- give me a second-”

“Ohmygosh, I’m sorry!” Adagio grimaced, seemingly abashed at this negative reaction. “I didn’t think you’d find it that strong, that’s my bad.”

“It’s- it’s OK!” Pinkie managed, still struggling to regain control of her functions. “Nice- of-”

“Relax, darling,” Rarity breathed. She hoped that her face wasn’t as red as it felt, the warning sign of embarrassment not welcome amidst such company. As much as she wanted to impress Adagio, she also didn’t like the idea of Pinkie feeling bad for their sakes. Should I have asked, helped her avoid this? Poor girl! “Perhaps having it on the rocks to help ease the bite…”

“And only if you want to,” Adagio interjected. “Please, don’t feel like you need to try for my sake. I can hold onto this for later, we don’t need to drink it all tonight.”

Pinkie nodded, slowly returning to a more tranquil, though certainly red-faced, demeanor. A quick shiver and she stood straight, pushing aside the last meager contents of her glass so as to deem it against her tastes. “Sorry. I know that was silly-looking…”

“It’s OK! I really should’ve asked if you drink much before pouring you some,” the breathtaking woman replied. “And I hope you don’t feel like we pressured you. I’m just in- well. A mood, I guess.”

She couldn’t keep the amusement from her lips as she watched this confident woman suddenly grow bashful. Adagio seemed truly genuine, each positive emotion something real and not manufactured for the sake of a façade. Just what had transpired to make one who was once so cold and hateful to become someone so glamorous and warm? Rarity hadn’t arrived here with the intent of adding new attractions to her list –her romantic desires for her friends were more than enough- but now she had this golden woman to deal with. Heaven knew how she was going to handle it.

“You seem so different, darling,” Rarity mused, taking her glass in hand and giving its contents a small whirl. “I hope you don’t mind me saying so.”

Adagio gave a quick laugh. “You mean less evil and violent, I’m assuming?”

“Your words, not mine.”

“But Rarity’s right. You seem so happy now!” Pinkie exclaimed. “And you don’t seem to hate us anymore even though you definitely used to. What made you think we weren’t awful to be around?”

“Oh… a few things, really,” Adagio answered, pausing in her words to take another sip and allow time to ponder her thoughts. “Maybe it’s the fame and attention that helps things. But even then, I remember we struggled at first. We just wanted the money and glory, not anyone to be around us.”

“But the demands of fans…”

The sultry woman nodded. “Insatiable. Like they needed our approval. And I kept wondering how I was supposed to deal with them so they wouldn’t turn against us. So I remembered you girls!”

“What- me?” Pinkie asked.

“You most of all,” Adagio assured her, warmth in every inch of her smile. “How you all were always trying to be kind to everyone. How you made people try to feel alive- I wanted others to come away from talking to us just like that. And it felt good. So good that it just… well, became the norm. I guess. And it became a little easier.”

Rarity felt her heart glow at the remark. Sure, she had been more suspicious than her compatriot when it had come to the Dazzlings, but it was nice to be proven wrong so thoroughly. How could she not be excited to know that such a beautiful, intensely sexy woman was someone worth being around for more than their money? “I’m happy for you, darling,” she said, slowly allowing her hand to reach across the table and find its pair. “This place is lovely, as well as everything in it. You should be proud of how far you’ve come.”

“Thanks to all of you,” Adagio said, her free hand reaching out to find Pinkie’s and taking it in grasp- a smooth, gentle touch enough to make the young baker blush. “I know you didn’t mean it when you stopped us, but- but this is better. And I’m glad I can thank you myself.”

“Aw, you’re welcome!” Pinkie cried, leaning across the table to suddenly plant a kiss on the glamorous woman’s cheek. It had been a bold, genuine maneuver that had come from impulse- the reaction instantaneous as she realized just what she’d done. “Ohmygosh I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean-”

Adagio only laughed and reciprocated the gesture, her plump lips slow to leave the pink-haired woman’s skin as they left a mark of crimson lipstick. “I don’t mind,” she said proudly. “Especially when it’s from such a pretty girl as you.”

Pinkie had never been one to lose her footing. Capable of dealing with everything that was ever thrown her way, shameless to the end, and willing to make herself look silly for the sake of another. But at the receiving end of such a wondrous woman’s affections she could only flush a deep shade of red- and stare at the Siren with hearts in her eyes.

Rarity and Adagio laughed, gentle in sound so as to prevent the fears of mockery. “Oh, Pinkie! You’re just too sweet, darling!”

“And to think she might not even realize it!” Adagio gasped positively appalled and sending the poor baker to a deeper shade of crimson. “Rarity, sweetheart, would you mind helping me make sure she knows?”

She was being ignored, and Applejack had good reason to believe it was forcibly so. Without fail, the moment Rainbow became a recipient of adoration of any kind was when she would ensure that such praise continued- and would befall no other. She enjoyed the worship too dearly to let it escape, demanding that the stars in someone’s eyes would be for her alone. Especially if it was sexual in nature.

She’d come along to be the neutral party; keep a watchful eye on both friend and foe alike, ensure that no person went afoul and brought trouble on themselves. A difficult job on any day, but tonight seemed intent on making it impossible. With her friends across the mansion –and heaven knew where- Applejack was doing what she could to at least make sure Rainbow’s ego didn’t lead her right into a trap.

The only problem was that the attention Sonata lavished on the prismatic athlete was seemingly endless and could just as well be about her. Yes, her dress was a bit more conservative in design, but it still showcased the strength within her frame. Her legs weren’t as smooth, yet they were certainly potent. And couldn’t she lift great weights easily? So what if she was not as fast, nor as fleet; she was tall and strong, a body brimming with might- even if her toned abs were concealed beneath fabric rather than given the opportunity to be seen.

Applejack prided herself on having emotional control, the ability to remain capable and cool at all times. But heaven’s sake, if Rainbow didn’t try and find ways to drive her nuts!

The trio strode through the crowd of people that flitted through the mansion with no true thought of a destination, the celebrity Siren keener on further interaction with friend and fan alike than to hide away in a darkened room from prying eye. Just as eager was the woman upon whose arm Sonata was wrapped about, vanity demanding Rainbow continue to receive praise. Did she know any of these people with whom she shared space for photographs? Not at all, but that didn’t stop her; she was Sonata’s prize for the evening and was perfectly content to remain that way. The cheery Dazzling was too pretty to resist, brilliant eyes and a splendid bust turning the athlete weak- and the farmgirl trailing just a step behind green with envy.

“So how many records do you have right now?” Sonata inquired of her mighty companion, playing the role of arm candy perfectly. “Can anyone even come close to beating you?”

“Ha! Not even a chance,” Rainbow answered proudly, her colorful hair whipping through the air as she barked out a laugh. “I’ve got the record for fastest 400-meter dash –and 300-meter dash- across the country. I blew away the 300’s old record the very first time I ran in college.”

“Oh wow, and I bet you’re even better now than when you first started!”

“Somehow, yes. I actually improved upon perfection,” the athlete sighed. “I’m going to qualify for the Olympics in a few months. I’m wondering if I might try and break a new record while I’m there, too.”

“Could I come and cheer you on when you do? Ooh, I know! I could present you with your gold medal when you win the thing for real!” Sonata said. “We’ve got our world tour going through the summer, I bet I could stop by when you’re competing and do it.”

“Hmm… I dig it.” Rainbow gave the busty woman a quick pinch of bare bottom, the skirt of her dress just high enough to allow her the opportunity. Sonata squealed in delight and clung to her idol all the more tightly, the athlete looking over her shoulder at the trailing farmgirl and giving a smug grin.

Applejack scowled. Rainbow was being ridiculous and the both of them knew it. All for the sake of a girl who’d once tried to do them harm, and only because she had big breasts! For one who had been so eager to condemn the Dazzlings right from the start, she sure seemed keen on being friendly now. Always been vain. You remember how she used to flirt with the cheer squad in high school. And she’s been trying to get in Rarity’s panties for ages.

Suddenly, though, Sonata seemed to take heed of their third wheel. “Hey Applejack, what are you doing back there?” She asked. “Are you trying to get a peek at my ass? You can spank it if you want!”

Whether it had been intentional or not, the woman’s plush buttocks suddenly drew the entirety of her attentions. Just that smallest bit of exposed skin that the miniature garment couldn’t conceal, enough to showcase a well-honed form that was certainly not concealed by any underwear; did Sonata always dress like this? The desire for attention so strong that she needed the focus of others upon her body at all times, even if it meant provoking lust in them? If so, it was certainly effective.

Sonata laughed as she saw the flush of pink rise beneath those freckles. “Don’t be shy,” she continued. “Come on up here, will you please? Make a girl feel good?”

It was bait and blatantly so, but her jealousy had been so thoroughly aroused that even the sensible blonde couldn’t ignore the call. A new quickness to her step saw Applejack coming to the Dazzling’s side and soon held there by an arm about her waist. Was she the prize, or was Sonata? Or was the woman trying to inflame both she and Rainbow?

“Oh my god, I knew it,” Sonata sighed. A small tracing of fingers across the stomach was an investigation, feeling through fabric to find the prize beneath. “You could grind meat on it. You must be so insanely strong!”

“I- I guess so,” Applejack answered, bashful but smiling nonetheless at the glowing praise. “I’m busy at the farm all the time, so- so you gotta be fit.”

“I bet you could lift an entire log over your head, couldn’t you? Have you ever tried?”

“N- no, but… I have dragged a felled tree into a trailer on my own,” the farmgirl admitted. “Big Mac was sick so it was just me out there that day.”

“How heavy was it? Like a ton? Two- no, three!”

She was enjoying the braggadocio, but her modest instincts would not allow her the pleasure of exaggeration. “I don’t know. It was heavy, though.”

“Oh, I bet it was at least a ton,” Sonata said emphatically, seemingly determined to be the farmgirl’s cheerleader. “Ooh, one of the photographers- quick, put me on your shoulder!”

The request registered, but the fact that it had been spoken at all was enough to leave her stunned. “Beg pardon?”

“Pick me up, silly! Hurry!”

Not at all sure why she was even so willing to comply, Applejack quickly hoisted the delighted Siren with one arm and held her high, the lightweight woman hardly a struggle to maintain. The sound of such a pretty girl giggling with happiness at her effortless feat was prize enough, but the addition of Rainbow’s envious scowl wrapped the whole thing with a bow.

“Ohmygosh, I think I’m in love,” Sonata breathed. “Hey, cameraman- bring yourself over here, hurry! I want my picture with this piece of ass!”

Applejack knew she was blushing a deep shade of red throughout, but she found herself complying all the same with every demand the singer asked of her. Different poses, different angles, even a bit of showing off to ensure the feat looked all the more spectacular. Sonata adored being held captive by the farmgirl’s strength, eager to seen it put on display for the masses as she was held aloft like a prized goddess.

“Ooh, that was so much fun,” Sonata said happily as she returned back down to earth, waving the photographer away and turning to her blonde champion. “Mind if I give you a little thank you?”

She was leaning towards her, eyes beginning to close- oh wait a minute! Applejack’s ego had been good and tickled by the woman’s honeyed words, but this was moving all too fast! A quick lean back in the hopes that the message would get through, heart pounding and mind racing as she clashed with desire and what common sense that still remained.

Sonata took the hint and promptly retreated, clearly disappointed with the lack of liplock. “Oh, I’m sorry, am I going too fast? I just think you’re super hot-”

There came the sound of a mocking snort. “Chicken,” Rainbow sneered. “Come on, AJ, I thought you liked girls. Too scared to get a thank-you kiss?”

The bubble was promptly burst, her mood ready to turn sour when exposed to such a snide remark from friend and competitor. “Like you don’t wish it was you, you self-centered prick.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll get mine later,” Rainbow replied. “When we’re nice and all alone and I can have my fun. You know, because I always score.”

“Slept with Rares yet?” Applejack asked.

“You’re gonna get sloppy seconds with her- if she even decides to let you!”

“Wait- hold on,” Sonata said, cutting through the growing argument with intent. “Do you both have the hots for your friend? Oh, that is so sexy! Why didn’t you say so? I’d love to see all you girls hook up.”

“Wait a minute, that wasn’t- look, I know it might sound like that,” Applejack began, trying to reel back the conversation before deeper secrets began to spill. “We’re all just real close and stuff so it might seem like-”

“Aw, you don’t have to pretend with me! I can’t decide which of you girls I like better, too,” Sonata replied. “It’s like choosing between a lot of money or a lot of fans- I don’t know which to pick! They’re both so awesome.”

“I know I’m awesome,” Rainbow piped up. “If you wanna find out…”

“Hmm…” Sonata seemed to ponder the suggestion, perhaps wondering what move she would make next. “Let me see what my sisters are up to. I’d love to have you girls over for an afterparty. Does that sound fun?”

It was likely stupid, likely a bad idea, and definitely when some evil plot would be revealed that would doom them all; but if the only way to find out if this whole scenario was a trap would be to spring said trap, then that’s what she would do. “Deal,” Applejack answered.

“Alright! Oh, we’re gonna have so much fun- and you all can stay here for the night, too!” Sonata squeed. “Oh wait, hold on- but you two need to apologize first, OK?”

The prismatic woman pulled a face at the suggestion. “What? What for? We’re friends, we talk like this to each other all the time.”

“Yeah, but you both like each other,” Sonata insisted. “And I’m not gonna have my girlfriends mad at each other when we’re trying to have fun, OK? So kiss and make up, right now!”

Apologies to one another were common, the egotistical nature of the athlete often clashing with the grounded farmgirl’s sensibilities. They were used to it, their rough words always forgiven when the time came for such things; but this demand for an apology from Sonata seemed almost suspicious- as if she was trying to play matchmaker and indulge herself at the same time. Rainbow caught on just the same as Applejack, the two eyeing one another as they tried to decide if their heartthrob was being genuine.

“Come on, already! Kiss and make up. Pretty please? For me?” Sonata begged.

The two girls sighed in defeat, too inflamed to have the sense to resist the impassioned plea. They were going to break a taboo that had silently been set among their friend group for years now, meant to prevent infighting that had tried to rear its ugly head so many times when they were younger. And all for the sake of one girl who they’d once called enemy, but now was too attractive to be denied.

“I didn’t mean for any of it, AJ,” Rainbow muttered as she leaned in close, unable to look her friend in the eye; her apologies were not meant for the words spoken at all. “Sorry.”

“I am, too. Just…” Applejack was so close now, the small breadth of distance between them enough to become electric. They’d both desired and dreaded a moment like this; the dam was beginning to burst, new cracks appearing every time the group of friends had reunited together. They’d just never thought it would come to a head like this.

She felt lips press, too deeply for it to be a quick action. No, this was meant to linger, deeper affections finding their chance to speak as their kiss endured. Applejack and Rainbow found themselves so close, instinct driving their hands to reach out and find one another to further bind themselves together. Unity at last, romantic desire that had remained buried for so long allowed breath in its lungs.

They broke apart slowly, farmgirl and athlete staring deep into one another’s eyes and finding their delight just as equally met by guilt and confusion. The fantasies of others were quick to rear their ugly, beautiful heads yet again; there were more lips that needed to be kissed, more friends they desired as lovers. All of it buried down and kept there for years suddenly finding life once again and demanding to be satisfied. This kiss would cause so much confusion in the coming days, but how desperately had they needed it!

“Oh my god that was so hot,” Sonata moaned. Suddenly between the two women and holding them close to her sides, the bubbly Siren was awed by the display of blossoming attractions that had transpired before her. “I knew it, all you girls like each other! Aria didn’t believe me, but Dagi and I were sorta hoping you did so we could have more fun- can I try, please? With the both of you, right now?”

Applejack was not a showoff, but the demand came at a moment of such perfect weakness that she could not say no, even as paparazzi lights flashed upon them as the passionate scene caught the attention of the masses. Again she leaned in towards her friend that was mere friend no longer, this time her desire laid fully bare as mouth opened to let hungering tongue slither out only for it to be bound with not one, but two; Sonata tasted of them both, lustful passions begging for her mighty goddesses to drink deep of her at once. She could not choose between either one and so had chosen both- and judging by the sighs of delight, her choice was just as good as she’d hoped.

The night continued, the party crawled to a close, the happily exhausted crowd dispersed- and nine young women retreated into the mansion depths to a spacious bedroom that was eager to offer shelter. Sunset wondered if her quiet apartment was actually smaller than this spacious place; she had a one-bedroom home complete with a kitchen, but it seemed to pale in comparison. A splendid Alaskan king-size bed against one wall, a roaring fireplace molded into another; the royal red walls that gleamed with small flecks of gold, occasionally dotted by frames of fine art. A comfortable couch, a pair of recliners and a miniature fridge in between for when fine drink suited their denizen’s fancy. And she hadn’t even had the chance to enter the bathroom yet, a place that seemed to be just about the size of the bedroom itself. If she walked in and found the bath to be a hot tub, the red-haired woman wouldn’t have been the slightest bit surprised.

How do you even get to be this rich? Sunset wondered. The events of the night had done everything in their power to leave her awed, whether it be by display of wealth or the words of her hosts. It seemed as though all of it had been perfectly crafted so as to impress; considering who she was with, it didn’t seem too implausible. I can’t imagine having this kind of money at all.

Perhaps even more surprising than the money was the attitude of their hosts; Aria’s cold, bitter demeanor was a thing of the past- and surprisingly replaced by a quiet, seemingly unconfident recluse. It was like talking to a different person entirely, sustenance slaking the pain that aroused fierce anger; what remained now was someone stoic. But Fluttershy’s warmth had seen even that quiet spirit dissipate somewhat. In fact, Sunset might even say she’d enjoyed her time with Aria.

It doesn’t hurt that she’s pretty, does it? She asked herself. It certainly didn’t, but she wasn’t sure if the thought was a welcome one. Juggling attraction to five other women was difficult enough; she didn’t need to add a few more to that number.

As the afterparty began in earnest, Adagio and her sisters seemed intent on impressing in every conceivable fashion. Whether it be clothing or generosity or hospitality mattered little to these delectable women, only that lost time be made up for. There was fun to be had, good memories to be made- and they wanted it be done with these women beside them. Finest champagne and wine were summoned from the bar and soon brought in chilled buckets for their refreshment, the stellar drink easily capable of adding to the genial atmosphere. Guarded moods became mellow and friendly, suspicions dying out in favor of more comfortable feeling. And with each new sip, even the most fearful and distrusting of their number became quite affectionate…

It did not take long for Sunset’s keen eyes to notice something was somewhat amiss. Not wrong, not dangerous, but… amiss, all the same. It wasn’t a subtle thing, yet had somehow escaped her notice until she had found herself deeper into her flute of champagne. But if she was right, and Sunset was quite certain her senses were not lying, her friends were behaving strangely. Sonata had Applejack and Rainbow practically affixed to her presence, the busty songstress in the blonde woman’s lap while Rainbow sat directly beside them- with both farmgirl and athlete consistently stealing glances at one another as well as the woman in between them. Then there was Fluttershy and Aria, happily chatting away in quiet tones and seeming to inch closer to one another more and more as the night went on, a fresh tinge of pink to their cheeks that grew with the shrinking distance between. Adagio and Rarity were possibly the only two that remained to their usual composure, but a closer examination found evidence of a fire in their eyes as they spoke to one another- and Pinkie directly in the middle, the oft-vivacious partygirl blushing profusely and staring at her two companions with dazzling eyes.

Sunset knew not what had transpired with her friends during her absence, but she had suspicions. And it might have been very, very intentional that they’d all been separated.

“Hey- I’ve got an idea,” Adagio exclaimed, bringing the conversations throughout the room to a halt. “The night’s still young, I think we all feel pretty good. How about a game?”

To the surprise of all present, Pinkie was not the first to proclaim her support, remaining mute as she gazed longingly at the sumptuous Siren. Just what happened while she was gone to leave her so starstruck? Sunset wondered.

“Uh… sure, I guess,” Applejack assented, earning a smile of approval from the woman atop her thighs. “What kinda game?”

“A fun one, I promise. It’ll just need –gimme a sec- one small thing.” The gingered Dazzling cocked her head back and began to drain the bottle of champagne, slowly sucking away at what remained of the liquid within until not even the froth remained. All who witnessed the display were left shocked; she’d only needed a spare few seconds.

With more than a little alcohol already within her, Sunset couldn’t help but be impressed. I wonder what else that mouth can do? She wondered- most unhelpfully.

“Now,” Adagio said, slipping down to the floor from her place on the couch, “How about we have some real fun? No one’s here, we can relax. Anyone up for a little –oh, Spin the Bottle?”

The suggestion had numerous implications, all of which too obvious to be ignored. Adagio was here with fine company, and fine company was struggling with deeply held attractions to one another. Just what sort of fire was this Siren willing to play with? Surely she had to realize the possibility remained that she might be end up… well, kissing one of her sisters. Or that longtime friends might end up making out with one another. Sunset had come here wondering if the Dazzlings had wanted revenge; now she wondered just what about she and her friends they were aware of- or what they were trying to start. All the night’s tension suddenly seemed like a buildup to this…

Sunset decided to call it as a bluff. “Oh, so we’re all in high school again,” she remarked, dry sarcasm her first defense. “Glad to know I’m fourteen again. I was starting to feel old now that I’m twenty-one.”

“I’m being serious. Come on, it’s just to be silly,” Adagio said, her eyes now gleaming slits. “Unless you’re trying to say you’re a bad kisser.”

“Play nice, now.”

“That’s the idea,” Adagio purred. “Everyone up for it?”

Whether they were willing or not, the group of nine eventually descended to the floor whether it be with the enthusiasm of Sonata or the giggling bashfulness of the others. There was an electricity in the air now, charged and ready for ignition. Just what was about to transpire, they wondered? Was Adagio trying to play matchmaker, or was she simply a tease in need of a kiss or three? The desirous Siren was so lovely, so ecstatically beautiful that Sunset found herself hoping she would get first pick- unaware, but guessing, that her friends likely felt the same. Oh heaven help me, what are we even doing right now?

“Now… ladies first,” Adagio murmured, one quick flick of the wrist sending the emptied bottle in a swift circle. Once, twice, three times around did it whirl on the luxurious rug before soon slowing and coming to a halt- right before the shocked, pale face of Fluttershy.

The sultry woman licked her lips, anticipating the union of lips she was about to enjoy with the quiet beauty. “Ooh, guess I got lucky right from the start,” she murmured. “Hope you don’t mind having a little fun…”

True to form, those fair features remained out of reach, eyes held wide as the poor girl quivered. There would be so many eyes upon her if she was to partake in an act so intimate- and absolutely no way to escape them. If she had any will to follow through then it was evaporating fast beneath the amused glances of her friends, and likely never to return if she didn’t act fast.

“I- you- you want to kiss me?” Fluttershy asked, her voice hardly more than a whisper. “But I’m not very-”

“Fluttershy, darling, if you call yourself ugly, I am going to be very upset,” Rarity cut through. “Now don’t keep us waiting, won’t you? I’m sure Adagio is just as delighted to kiss you as I would.”

The remark earned a fair number of curious glances, the fashionista’s longtime friends eyeing her suspiciously, or with jealousy. Or perhaps intrigue, wondering if they would receive such a response. Rarity, her tongue perhaps loosened by alcohol, was letting her heart be laid bare.

“It’s OK, Fluttershy,” Adagio said sweetly, “I won’t bite. I hope you’re not scared of me giving you a little sugar.”

“Oh- OK. I guess,” Fluttershy murmured, trembling nonstop as she leaned forward to meet the awaiting Siren, her bravery allowing her to only go so far before she found herself unable to close the gap by her own will.

Perhaps Adagio took pity on her terrified companion, for she shuffled only the slightest tinge closer so as to see lips meet, celebrity and recluse unified in a soft, gentle kiss. It was a sweet thing, Fluttershy’s graceful beauty a complimentary match to the Siren’s sensuous body, hardly any pressure or fire within the act- yet still appearing pleasurable all the same. Those who bore witnessed assume the quiet girl would only allow for one chaste kiss… but then came a change in her; Fluttershy, the most reserved and unromantic of peoples, was actually enjoying kissing!

Sunset gawked as she watched the act deepen, Fluttershy releasing from her union for only a moment before reuniting with Adagio yet again- and then another! The two were beginning to intensify their liplock, small gasps of air escaping as they allowed this rush of affection to overcome them. Fluttershy leaned further forward so as to be fully taken, Adagio’s fingers gently tracing across the contours of the sweet beauty’s cheeks. To feel her face, to breathe in her scent and know the touch of her soft hair across her skin… the union broke apart slowly, the beautiful Siren unable to resist returning for a series of quick pecks before the matter truly came to a close.

Fluttershy resettled herself and leaned back against the edge of the recliner, face a deeper shade of red than the color of the gilded walls, but the bashful look upon her face was that of a brilliant smile. The quivering of her form continued on, but was it quite the same? No, there was an energy there. An awakening.

Adagio closed her eyes and returned to her place in the circle, allowing a sigh to flow through her in a gasp of air. “Oh my god,” she breathed, “I think I just kissed an angel.”

The compliment was unremarkable when they knew its source, so all eyes turned to the graceful girl who had received it and were shocked to find her glowing. Was all it took to awaken any sort of romantic desire in Fluttershy was a stream of soft kisses and a compliment? As she continued to blush and smile, it seemed the answer was evident.

“Now, your turn, Fluttershy,” Rarity instructed, a smoldering look upon her face as she continued to gaze at her friend. “It’s your turn to take a spin… and see who gets the pleasure next.”

Fluttershy could only nod, too busy holding her smile as she took the champagne bottle in hand and gave it a whirl. If there was a word to be heard from her, it would only arrive much later.

The group of fashionable, attractive young women carried on with their game, inebriation doing well to incite attractions until they could not resist the allure of playing for a little while longer. Sunset was next in line, receiving Fluttershy’s kisses with the hopes of possessing just as much grace as the sultry singer before her- and failing spectacularly, unable to do anything but sink deep into infatuation as she and Fluttershy became something passionate.

“Feeling a little flustered, darling?” Rarity teased, an all-too-knowing look upon her regal features as Sunset slowly slunk away from her partner. “Why, I’d almost think you enjoyed kissing your friends.”

Considering the damp heat that was coming to life in between her legs, Sunset was quite aware of the answer and definitely felt no need to divulge it just yet. She and Rarity might just have to hash that out together before the night’s end. “I’d almost think you were jealous it wasn’t you,” Sunset replied lightly, hoping she seemed in control of herself rather than beginning to burn up inside.

Rarity, however, was not one to be so easily ashamed. “I know something lovely when I see it,” she said. “And I do love to partake.”

Sunset’s spin found Rainbow. Rainbow took to Aria, Aria to Sonata in a lustful kiss that saw the first slip of tonguework, eliciting a fair few giggles from those who beheld the slippery scene. Aria could only scowl and look away as she blushed, Sonata a sharp contrast and delighting in the small show.

“What? What?” She asked, taking note that Applejack had been left gaping. “We had to, it’s the rules of the game. It doesn’t bother me.”

“Ain’t she- ain’t-” The rugged farmgirl considered what had just transpired between the two siblings for a time before admitting defeat; whether this be just how celebrities acted or how Sonata behaved was beyond her judgment. And it wasn’t like she’d been bothered…

Sonata found Fluttershy and continued to set the poor beauty further afire; then came Pinkie entering the fray, the now-happily inebriated baker sharing a wet, messy dance of tongues with Rarity before a stunned, yet cheering audience. The two ample women delighted in one another, the liquor and effort of these once-enemies at last giving the group of friends the strength to follow through on long-held love. Had this been the goal, they wondered? Play games, see unions begin? As Fluttershy was ensnared by Applejack’s strong, capable lips, the more Sunset believed she was correct.

Or was she? Applejack spun fast and true, the bottle’s end coming to rest before Sonata- and the farmgirl was practically knocked down against the hardwood floor as the desperate Siren unleashed a flurry of slick kisses against the strong blonde. The intensity, the craving desire between them was palpable; perhaps it wasn’t just for the benefit of their guests that these Dazzlings had brought about this party…

Applejack felt her tongue be pulled free and given a long, desperate suck, the act so potent that even the powerful woman found herself moaning. Perhaps she would have cried out longer if the supple Siren’s pink morsel was not joined by that of another; two became three as Rainbow found herself unable to resist the allure of reuniting with these two beauties yet again, and the wetness of an already passionate kiss became something decadent instead.

“Oh my,” Fluttershy breathed, by instinct backing away from the rapidly deteriorating scene. “Maybe- maybe we should leave them be- for a little while.”

“My thoughts exactly,” Adagio purred, swiftly rising to her feet- but not before reaching out for the hand of Rarity, who almost seemed to have been awaiting the gesture. “But I do so like their idea. Don’t you, darling?”

The regal fashionista giggled, tightening her own grasp of the Siren as she gave her assent. “A little ménage à trois, perhaps?”

“Oh, you really are perfect,” Adagio replied. “Pinkie? Sweetheart? I think Rarity and I need you with us if we’re to really have any fun.”

Author's Note

I'm at least enjoying writing it. Not so sure about execution, though.

Keep reading, I guess.