It all happened so fast that Sunset hardly had a chance to say –or think- about much of anything before she saw her friends race away with the sensuous Siren, Adagio leading her giggling friends out the door and down the hall to a destination unknown. Had this been what she’d been up to the whole time? This whole party, right from the beginning- surely its endgame hadn’t been for the ginger woman to sleep with them! There had to be more to this than just mere titillation, it had to be something deeper.

Right?

The sounds of the dripping trio that had fallen to the floor rang in her ears, enough to make Sunset remember where she was. She was staring in the center of the room and all but alone, Sonata too busy licking Applejack and Rainbow to be bothered with her any longer. Had Fluttershy and Aria actually left her behind to follow suit? It seemed almost ludicrous to even imagine, but considering what she was intruding on…

As she pushed the door closed quietly as she could manage, the dark-haired woman was relieved to see her abandonment had only been a temporary thing; Aria and Fluttershy stood awaiting her in the hallway, a small distance between them and arms crossed. Flush-faced, unable to look at one another, yet eyes flitted towards each other so often… these two were of a more sober mind, unwilling –or unable?- to descend into the anarchy that had befallen the others.

“So…” Sunset began, hoping she would at last see an explanation for what was going on. “That just happened.”

“That happened,” Aria agreed. “I’m- sorry. Sonata’s like that a lot, just doesn’t really think about where she is and-”

“Your sister is fine. It’s my friends that are… different,” was her reply. “Just what have you three been up to? This isn’t magic, but it’s definitely something. So just tell me.”

Aria bit her lip, eyes darting between Sunset and Fluttershy. “It’s nothing bad,” she promised. “But it might sound weird.”

“Tonight’s the night for it, I guess,” Sunset said. “Aria, do you- are you and your sisters- surely it’s not that simple.”

The cold Siren no longer so cold was struggling, fearful of giving an honest answer lest the truth bring down ruin. “I promise it’s nothing bad. Really.”

Fluttershy, most sympathetic of their number, was the first to break the gap. Reaching out for the trembling hand of Aria and placing it in a gentle hold, she found her boldness and placed a kiss on an awaiting cheek. “I like you, too, Aria,” she said. “You’re a very nice person now, and very pretty. I’m glad I know you.”

“And I mean- I’m not mad or anything,” Sunset assured the surprisingly anxious woman, trying not to let the strangeness of this unfolding scenario ruin the moment. Fluttershy was being romantically forward –sort of- and the formerly brutish Aria was too nervous to make the next move. “I’m honestly flattered. It’s weird that this is happening, but I don’t… really mind.”

“Yeah, but there’s just that- well.” Aria tried to summon her will and faltered once again. A quick look at Fluttershy as though seeking encouragement before returning to face Sunset. “Do you know how to… to- I’m not sure how to say it without sounding lame.”

Sunset’s mind was able to pick up the hints without any need for a full confession; so Aria was nervous about her first time! Of course she was, why wouldn’t she be? Anyone with some sense would, only the delusionally overconfident wouldn’t have some stress regarding the matter. “Hey, it’s not a big deal. Really, everyone starts somewhere,” she assured the darkened girl, reaching out to take Aria’s spare hand and lay a kiss upon its back. “I know what I’m doing. I can help you both along if you want me to.” A quick look over at Fluttershy. “Do you mind if I’m your first time? I know you were hoping it’d be Rares, but…”

Fluttershy couldn’t shake the excess color from her face, but she smiled and gave a shake of her head. “I’d love for it to be you, too.”

So this is actually happening. Sunset could feel the quiver in her bones, nerves and excitement setting upon her in the beginnings of a fever. It had been too long since she’d been able to enjoy herself, too long since she’d first daydreamed of her quiet friend. But this fantasy might even be better than reality, considering that this was to be more than just a duet. “Is there a place we can go have some privacy for a little bit?”

“Umm, there’s- there’s the pool room downstairs,” Aria murmured. “We’ve got a hot tub. If that’ll work.”

“Just perfectly,” Sunset replied. “Mind leading your girls away?”

It was such a contrast to the brash, unpleasant girl she’d known in high school. Nerves blazing from head to toe as she kept her companions in hand, Aria leading them to the elevator and down to the hall that awaited them. Sunset could still feel the slightest trembling in her lithe form, the anxiety of what was to come more than she could bear. Did she think she would not enjoy it, not be good enough? A shared glance between sun and butterfly saw the two come to an agreement, ensnaring the petrified girl with a kiss upon each cheek.

Aria’s eyes went stark wide, her pride demanding she not show further delight in the sensation. “Whoa.”

“It’ll be fun, I promise,” Sunset whispered in her ear, grinning as she watched Fluttershy continue to be so physically affectionate. Is this why she doesn’t drink? Goodness, she’s handsy. “Just follow my lead, I’ll make sure you have a good time.”

“I’m not making you feel like- you don’t have to do this,” Aria mumbled.

“I want to, though,” Fluttershy replied sweetly, adding another kiss to the once-fiery woman’s flesh. “Especially if it’ll make you happy.”

The elevator doors opened and Aria led them on, down the hall and through a wide door that opened up to reveal a grand pool of crystalline water before them, down to a staggering depth that would require hearty lungs and a powerful body to reach. But what awaited them was something far more serene, just beyond and tucked away into the corner of the room: a tranquil pool of water only a few feet deep, and perfectly built for three to sink within and enjoy its presence.

“Oh crap, I didn’t- no swimsuit or anything,” Aria suddenly exclaimed, at the water’s edge and clearly more nervous than ever. “Sorry, do you want me to go get you any-”

“Just take your clothes off, sillyhead,” Sunset soothed, unsurprised that she would be the one who would have to be most bold; if these two ladies were to enjoy their first time, it would be up to her to see it done. Take it easy on them this time. Let them learn what they like first, she counseled herself. No indulging yourself tonight. Wriggling out from the fabric that bound itself against body, the red-haired girl soon allowed herself to be found bare and the subject of a very thorough examination by her two paramours. Sure, she wasn’t as buxom as Rarity or Pinkie, but she had a nice enough figure. Smooth skin, an appealing bust, body and form a perfect archetype for feminine beauty.

“Ah, that’s better. It’s honestly a little too warm in here for clothes,” Sunset sighed, sinking down into the waters and delighting in the warmth that enveloped her. “Ooh, this is perfect. Come on, you two! Don’t make me beg.”

A glance that elicited giggles from them both, Fluttershy and Aria doing their best to fly free from their nightly adornment, Aria the first to reach nudity as she easily slipped off her silvery attire. A nice figure, Sunset decided, even if she was rather flat. No bust to speak of, but there was a power hidden within her form that reminded the woman of Rainbow or Applejack. Not quite to the same degree of athleticism, but still present.

“I… I know it’s not much,” Fluttershy murmured, at last tugging her zipper loose and letting her dress fall at her feet. “I hope I look alright.”

“Alright. Just alright?” Aria breathed, gazing at the quiet beauty with no small amount of hunger. Fluttershy possessed the wondrous form of a princess, a silver screen starlet from days long past; a tall, slender body, each movement she took deeper into the waters a graceful thing. And a beautiful, shapely pair of breasts that beckoned for a hand to reach out and see them caressed, all of her loveliness wrapped together by the flowing locks of silken hair that fell across her eyes.

“Fluttershy, I-” Sunset struggled not to salivate at the sight of her longtime friend that would be mere friend no longer. She was to take her virginity- right now? Not even the luckiest of souls could ever hope for such a thing. “You’re perfect.”

That sweet face turned a shade of pink yet again at the praise. “Thank you, you- both of you are very pretty, too. So- so what do we do?”

“Well, just-” She couldn’t just indulge herself, but these two needed a little guidance. An easy task to help their frolic not feel quite so daunting. “Aria, why don’t you two get close and- have some fun kissing for a little while.”

She may as well have suggested they fly to the moon, considering just how nervous the two became. Both naked beneath the warm waters, encouraged by the presence of their considerate lead, yet still terrified to reach out and see lips meet. Were it not for the encouraging nod that came from Sunset, would either have even dared to begin? A slow nudge closer, the gap ever closing until little more than a hair’s breadth remained in between them to see body kept separate- then a swift, hesitant tasting as lips found their mate.

Fluttershy found her boldness first and saw to it that the kiss began, forcing her eyes closed as she reached out for Aria’s mouth. The movement came as a surprise to the nerve-wracked woman, gaze held wide for the fraction of a second before allowing the union to melt her spirit; the warmth of this presence upon her was so sweet, so soft, a delicate smoothness of human feeling against her. What else could be done but to press back and enjoy this quiet fervor, to delight in the loveliness of romantic feeling? Aria knew no other instinct upon which to act.

Sunset held herself back as she watched this first kiss deepen, furious with herself that she did not reach out and bind herself in the midst of it. Fluttershy was so delicately gentle, so willingly tender with her kisses. And Aria met her so anxiously! They were both so afraid yet so eager to enjoy- and be enjoyed. How could she let this moment pass and not wish that she was part of it? But to do more now would be error; too much sensory overload and these two inexperienced beauties would be overwhelmed. Sunset forced herself to settling for a touching of her own folds, fingers delicately tracing across the outer labia for a time as she watched lips enjoy themselves.

But even the most anxious of spirits could not sustain themselves with simple thing for long if they found satisfaction. Fluttershy and Aria enjoyed the union of their kisses- but only so much. There was more satisfaction to be found, and each mind realized it together. A firmer press, a deeper sigh, a greater hunger that demanded more from them. Within their spirits did it begin, seeing body come to life and require more than just a meeting of lips. Aria and Fluttershy sought out one another by hand and saw flesh become tighter, body squeeze in to fill the gaps. This ache that filled their souls was not some commonplace thing; its need was beyond necessity.

“Aria, you- oh my goodness,” Fluttershy breathed, breaking away to stare at her paramour with a fire she’d never felt in her life. “You feel wonderful. Have- are you always this good?”

“I’ve never- I haven’t really tried much,” Aria replied; hands draping down by instinct, seeking out the succulent flower that she knew had to beckon for satisfaction. How could she bear the heat without the need to drive forward and seek deeper action? “But can you- Sunset, what do we do-”

“Stick out your tongues, ladies,” Sunset whispered, the faintest trace of a delighted giggle on her lips. “Treat each other like a piece of candy and enjoy the flavor.”

She leaned in closer but found herself stoppered by the sight of Fluttershy’s delicate morsel escaping her thin lips to find Aria’s succulent mate; the two wriggled into the air and brushed together, their eyes closed and held shut lest the fear of sight break the spell. Only for a moment did they touch- then an immediate retreat by them both, eyes suddenly flaring open and seeking out the other.

“It was wet!” Fluttershy gasped- then promptly laughing at the obviousness of such a statement. “I didn’t expect it to be so… slick, I guess.”

“Did it taste good?” Sunset prompted. Aria seemed to hang upon the answer, wondering if her reception would be equally met.

“It was- different,” Fluttershy answered. “And- and nice, too.”

“That’s good,” Sunset purred. “Now, take your time. Find each other again… and enjoy it for as long as I wish.” She could not withstand the wait any longer, needing some measure of release if she were to see this moment be made worthwhile. Too beautiful, too deeply contrasted to be ignored, the growing desire demanded satisfaction! So of course she pressed them on into further ravishings, just delighted to add to their happiness.

Whether it be fear that drove them into the spurt or their own deeply held feelings, Aria and Fluttershy rushed for one another and allowed silken tongue to revel in the presence of one another, what hesitation and nerves they had felt before forcibly pushed to the wayside so that they might enjoy the fullest potency of one another. Deep did Aria plunge her tongue into Fluttershy’s mouth, ignoring the squeak of fear that came when lips met once again- only for further sounds to be swatted away when hungering licks saw Sapphic happiness be forged within.

Fluttershy could only protest for so long before she, too, had to be overcome by such enjoyment. What more could she do when faced with such wondrous feeling? More than anything she’d ever known in all her life, the sensation of one so lovely so deeply bound to her form was intoxicating. This beautiful, majestic being wanted to know her, to taste her, to love her; my god, what else was she supposed to do but swoon? Leaning back against the edge of the hot tub, the quiet beauty let slip a happy sigh as Aria continued her lappings against her enclosed muscle. Oh, what more could she ask for from love than this endless, decadently blissful kiss?

The answer soon came when she felt the first prickling touches down below; Sunset had leaned in and at last seen fit to truly begin their frolic, hands coming alive to seek out her mates and allow them this first, simple experience. Coming close, practically upon them, she traced delicately at the edge of those succulent folds; not enough to fully encompass their senses, but enough wonder to make them gasp and pause in their joyous liplock.

“It’s OK,” Sunset assured them, too delighted in this moment to prevent a smile. “Keep kissing, it makes it feel better. Just let me know if it’s too much when I keep going, OK?”

“Oof- agh. Ohmygosh.” Aria was left rigid by the contact, gazing down through the froth of liquid as though she could see the further movement. “Is it- it feels so different. Is it supposed to be like this?”

“Does it hurt?” Please don’t be painful. My nails are trimmed, I swear.

“No, it’s just- different. So much more intense,” the Siren replied.

A grin in response. “Oh, so you touch yourself?” Sunset asked, teasing her prey in the hopes of bringing about a blush. “Was it when you were thinking about me?”

“Shuttup.”

“There’s the girl I knew,” the crimson beauty murmured. “I think Fluttershy’s waiting for you. Why don’t you find out what her breasts feel like? I bet they’re nice in your hand.”

The two women returned to one another and Sunset restrained herself no more. There was work to be done, and she would see the ravishing made right. Into the depths did her twin fingers plunge, pointer and middle plucking at the fruits of such loveliness and seeing them squirm. Oh, how Aria and Fluttershy struggled! They longed to kiss more, let their sweet little tongues wriggle about and lather their love upon one another, how hands reached out by instinct to feel the body they adored. But there would come a twitch, a shudder that could only be brought about by effort; they were so wonderfully struggling already and so little had been done to make them happy. Was this pent-up desire? Deeply bound need? Surely she wasn’t this good- right? Sunset tried not to allow herself any glimmer of pride when this was far more about seeing her loves content. They needed a good first time, a moment made special and worthy of remembrance. Her own ego couldn’t be brought into this.

“Sunset…” Fluttershy struggled to put words together, tossed aside by Aria’s lips or the gasps that befell her lungs. “Please, can we- this isn’t fair.”

Oh no. “Do I need to stop? I can stop right now…”

“Don’t you dare stop!” Came the furious hiss of breath. “No, please, just- just… aren’t you happy?”

“Of course I am,” she said; it would be better to lie and deflect than allow her needs to ruin the moment. “Go on, keep kissing. It just turns me on.”

“Only if you join in,” Aria muttered. A scowl befell her features- no, a pout. She was behaving like a child, demanding to see her needs met. “Tell us what to do, OK? I- it’s not right if you don’t enjoy it, too.”

But it would be indulgence. Too swift to be self-centered when there were so much more important things at play. “It’s alright,” she said, “I promise. Keep going, I know it must feel good.”

“No. Not at all,” Aria said. “I need you in this too or else it’s awful. Please?”

“Sunset, it’s alright. I want you to have fun, too,” Fluttershy insisted. “And you’ll still be teaching us… right?”

Her conscience was furious when she relented. No, it could not be about her satisfaction- what sort of requirement was that for another to undertake when they had only just begun their explorations of love? Sunset was experienced, capable and specific in her desires- but despite her will, she could not resist this siren call that came and made her heart melt. Shuffling only the slightest step closer before the three of them were together, blissful harmony found when the duet of tongues became a trio. Hands reached down through the water and found a beautiful flower yet unplucked- but oh so desperate to be so. Small gestures, swift words spoken when able were all the guidance they would have the opportunity to receive. Yet as Sunset felt them enter, she wondered if there could have been more she ever could have possibly asked for. Genuine affection, joyfully given was a pleasure that could not hope to be rivaled- now multiplied twice over.

It was only the beginning, just the start of their romantic foray. But she couldn’t ever name a time when she’d been more in love.

“Oh my god…”

Sonata’s lips were soaked in the spatter of drool and numerous licks that had seen to her thorough ravishing. Whether it be the firm, gentle strokes of the beautiful blonde on one side or the fiery lapping of the multicolored Olympian that pinned her down mattered not. Caught in the middle of such a ferocious stream of decadently wet kisses, the exquisite Siren was either kept occupied or had a front-row seat to the tangled mess that Applejack and Rainbow were eagerly becoming. She could merely lean back and enjoy the show, the two girl’s pent-up attractions pushing them into a mood of frenetic romanticism. But then again, why just watch when she could let her slithering tongue leap out and join in the fun? The sweetness of Applejack’s fruity flavor, the rich taste of Rainbow, all of it mingled together to be something absolutely unique- and oh, so delicious.

She didn’t know when they’d first started this entanglement of passions, or who had been the one to begin the first kiss. Hell, Sonata wasn’t even sure of how long they’d been making out! But judging by the wetness of her face, quite a while; and when she took the dripping that flowed from between her legs, she could not handle merely waiting anymore.

“Stop- aaah- no, seriously, stop! Please!” Never before had she begged for a kiss to end, the buxom Siren always the one to initiate and keep the encounter going. But held within the grasp of these powerful beauties was a new sensation. An intoxicating one! If she didn’t get to have these two near her for the rest of her life then the rest of her days might just not be worth it; this had to be made permanent. “Please, I need-”

To her credit, Rainbow was not so ravenous a beast as to ignore a plea; hand fled from its place atop bound arm, the other allowing soft-brown nipple to go unflicked. “No fair,” she pouted, her expression to a child whose candy had just been plucked from their hand. “What’s the point of having tits like that if I can’t squeeze ‘em?”

“Oh hush, I’m still right here,” Applejack chided, leaving her Siren behind and content to focus the whole of her attentions upon her partner paramour. “Come on, stick your tongue out, I wanna try sucking it.”

Rainbow was quick to move from displeasure to anticipating this new sensation, mouth opening wide and letting her slick muscle extend out into the air, the tender tongue positively dripping wet as the athlete awaited the union. For only a moment did she linger alone, the beauteous blonde upon the wondrous morsel in an instant as she ensnared it between her lips; a series of swift, potent sucks, slurps echoing in their ears like the sounds of heaven. The ferocity, intensity of it made even such a stalwart woman swoon, melting against the heat of such affection.

Sonata had ceased her efforts so that she might enjoy more potent pleasures, but the sight of Applejack overpowering Rainbow so greatly was a thing of remarkable beauty. So strong, the both of them- yet this farmgirl was taking her mighty companion and breaking her will with the simple pleasure of lips upon tongue, ferocious suckling paired with gentle sensations, small pauses in between as there would be momentary release before brief kisses would be keenly placed. The more Applejack went on, the more Rainbow struggled to hold herself together. The beginnings of mewling came forth from her heart, echoing out through the chest and unable to be missed.

And to imagine she had called herself aroused before. Sonata gaped at this clash of wills and found herself gushing; these were the most perfect women in the world and she needed to have them break her. She would do anything to keep them, give up her soul if she had to! But oh gods help her if she didn’t make love with them tonight!

“Wow…” Sonata forced her body to endure a shake and she regained one small ounce of sensibility. “You are amazing. Take me, both of you. Right now!”

A wet, squelching sound to end the blessed entanglement, saliva spattering across what cleavage the two possessed as they turned to their audience of one. “Uh, did I just hear that, or-”

“You did. I want you- need you. Fuck me senseless, make me cry, make me your slave, I do not care!” Sonata begged, shuffling over to the two and holding them fast by the arm lest they try to flee her voracious hunger. “You can do whatever you want to me, just do it. Pretty please, just for me?”

“As if I’d let you get away!” Rainbow replied, scandalized at the thought of a sexless evening. She met Sonata’s fervor with her own and pulled the busty Siren close, holding her against the edge of the couch as she prepared to pull the lace dress upwards. “Prepare your body, I am going to flood the room with you and drink you dry.”

Sonata was totally in love with the idea. Rainbow was going to eat her out, make her orgasm until she passed out from the exhaustion? Perfect, absolutely perfect in every way. Pulling the dark adornment up to just beneath her well-kneaded mounds, the gorgeous Siren spread her legs wide and welcomed the incoming assault. “Eat up, won’t you?”

“Weak.”

Rainbow’s eyes looked ready to pop out of her skull at the remark. “Excuse me?”

Two pairs of eyes locked upon the cantankerous farmgirl who had so swiftly been relegated to audience, trying to understand the meaning behind her outburst. “Eating her out only does so much. You really wanna make her scream? Eat her ass. She’ll think she’s died and gone to heaven.”

“Please, just because a guy’s G-spot is in is butthole doesn’t mean ours is,” Rainbow replied brusquely. “Now, if you’ll just sit back and enjoy the show-”

“Wait- hold on a second,” Sonata said, a solitary finger keeping the hungering tongue of Rainbow Dash at bay. “I kinda like that idea of hers, actually.”

Applejack tensed; so she might be summoned into action, would she?

A quick moment’s thinking before Sonata made her decision. What was better than one orgasm from a perfect, powerful goddess? Two powerful goddesses have their way with her and turning her into a fully ravished mess had to be somewhere on that list. Maybe she’d just need to do a little experiment and see what came of it.

“I think,” the lovely Dazzling sang, “That I need to let Applejack try and prove you wrong.” She rose up from her place against the furniture, giving her petite bottom a small spank as she zeroed in on her new girlfriend. “Feel like giving me a go?”

Applejack shared a glance with her friend for only a moment- then stony faces split into grins as this novel opportunity presented itself in the form of the beautiful woman they both desperately desired. What words were there to be said when action demanded they come to life? Surrounding their prey like a pack of wild, hungering beasts, both athlete and farmgirl took to Sonata and saw her most perfect assets be made visible to the world. More than just the wonders of breastflesh, mere skin meant for happiness and titillation- there were greater wonders to be seen tonight, and how they called for relief!

Caught in the midst of this passionate maelstrom, Sonata half-wondered if she had bitten off more than her will could chew. These two wonderful women were not exactly the most subtle of beings, nor would they act as such. The first forays she felt within her offered no restraint, nothing that could be seen as half-hearted. To overwhelm her? Goodness, the gloriousness of such action might as well strike her dead! Applejack had spread her cheeks wide and seen fit to a thorough licking, the rim of her asshole just the first stop on this tour of satisfaction. And then there was Rainbow! About as subtle as a thunderbolt to the cranium, no subtlety to be spared as she decimated the insides of her slit.

Sonata had been willing to give all of her being to these women so long as they remained her lovers. Was it possible that she could keep being pleasured by them in the afterlife, too? Oh gods help her, this was perfect! The feeling of Rainbow so ravenously devouring her folds was wondrous to her senses, each new lick and pull perfectly timed with that of Applejack’s ferocious feasting; what could she ask for when given these sort of graces? One tongue seemed to plunge so deep as to seek out the other, the connection in between a shudder so deep that it may as well touch her soul. There were no words to properly describe such a thing, nor could their ever be. Sonata had neither the vocabulary nor ability within her to accomplish the task.

She stood there and gasped, eager to let her body flow from the strain and eventual climax. Sonata, perfectly satisfied as the object of these wondrous beings’ affections, found little reason to change her tune. Cry out, sing their praises, make sure they knew just how deeply appreciated they were. Each new lick, each new touch seemed more potent than before- and oh, how she loved to make sure it was welcome. There would be no reason to hinder her adoration, not even in the slightest. Just keep crying out, let her body moan and shudder, toss and turn in the midst of this utter worship! Because heaven help her if she did not see these women by her side forever, she their ever-eager source of pleasure. Even as her body quaked and she gave them fruit for their labor, all the more did she wish to carry on. Applejack and Rainbow were meant for her- and she for them. There was more to be done, and she had all the night to see it done.

Fingers began to course across skin, kisses came alive with the sounds of satisfaction yet again. Just because one orgasm had come about didn’t mean they needed to stop, right? They had all the time in the world to have their fun.

Eyes had been wide for so long that what half-conscious thought she could manage wondered when the last time was that she’d blinked. Should she try to force such a thing? Perhaps it was too risky a maneuver; she might miss a single moment of this unrivaled, beauteous display of decadent romance that transpired before her, unraveling in all its slavering, lustful glory. If she was not there to see it all, who knew what perfection might pass by without being witnessed? Adagio and Rarity were the most perfect match in all the world, flawless in beauty and unrivaled in the art of love. There could not be a word that could hope to describe this mesmerizing sight, not even if all the great authors of the world rose from grave and world alike to try and see it done. What Pinkie saw unfold before her was all too wonderful to require words, interruption, or even breath. She dare not break the spell.

Adagio and Rarity had long taken to undressing themselves from the entrapments of their evening attire, though perhaps it had taken some time for the two to relent from their kisses and see the act done. Did fabric need to be fully tossed aside so that breastflesh might be fondled? Not really, just a good untucking of those marvelous mounds. Sometimes, the titillation was all the greater when fabric held sway between fingers and foreign flesh, enough to make skin come alive. Pinkie could easily testify to the fact: she’d seen it happen right before her eyes.

The plush baker had been hauled along, perhaps bearing a little anxiety, to whatever destination the hungering Siren had desired to bring her two new companions, down the hall and soon atop a luxurious queen bed in the midst of a spacious guest room, fashionista and celebrity eager –if not demanding- that she be kept in their midst. When she had first settled against the pillows that lined the headboard, Pinkie’s heart had been racing about a thousand miles per second; they wanted her to join in? She wasn’t ugly by any means, but to think that she would be held within the same bonds of affection alongside pristine beauties like Rarity and Adagio- well, it just didn’t make sense. So what that they’d kissed her in the darkened corner downstairs, seen her lips well-caressed by their own plump pairs? Surely they just wanted her to watch. And so watch she did, Pinkie leaning back and left awed by the lavish show of romantic desire that unfolded when Adagio and Rarity first pressed lips together.

To call their kisses lovely would have been an understatement; the union of lips had been more like watching a masterpiece come to life, painted mouths made to find one another in blissful harmony. The first forays had been slow, gentle and brimming with happy love as the two women had kissed. But then the desire really came to life, passions igniting and seeing them go wild. Clothing had been slowly tossed aside so hands might have better access to body, lips opened wide so that tongues might slither out and dance together- and all this merely the beginning! The more they kissed, the more incensed they’d become; tongues left the safety of unified lips and frolicked openly, salivating waters spilling out freely and spattering across face and body. Hands had woven across, moans and sighs like the songs of angels, all of it rising to a crescendo as the two had come ever closer. To watch their magnificent breasts squish together was a heavenly sight, luscious locks becoming more and more tussled as hands wove further across form. They were made for each other, meant to fall in love and enjoy a lifetime of bliss.

And Pinkie? She was meant to bear witness.

A slow, deep extraction from the back of Adagio’s mouth as Rarity brought tongue out and back into the open air, the heady gasp that came from the both of them a testament to the depths of their union. Naked bodies strained to find oxygen for a time, bare breasts heaving from the effort. Oh, it was so beautiful to see; neither of them could be defined as anything but flawless! And the thought that they were going to have sex- really make love, love unlike anything that had ever been seen in all the life of the earth…

“Pinkie, what on earth is wrong with you?” Adagio managed, turning to gaze at her companion as though left scandalized. “You must have the will of a god, I can’t believe it.”

Pinkie had known her lot in this life, despite her surplus of affections. She loved Rarity from the bottom of her heart, just as she loved all her friends. She wanted to spend a lifetime with them even if such things were impossible to conceive of. Pinkie didn’t think she was undeserving of happiness or anything- her friends were just a touch out of her league when it came to love and marriage. Why would she think different now?

“Huh?”

“Darling, we’ve practically been begging you to join in for ages now,” Rarity explained, reaching out to claim a nearby foot and drag the plush woman closer. “Can’t you see that? Why else would we put on such a show if you weren’t meant to join in?”

“You- you want to kiss me, too?” Pinkie asked; the very thought that she, too, could experience that wonderful symphony of slick deliciousness~! “But I’m not like either of you, why would you want-”

“Because you are incredibly hot, have a juicy ass, and I need you,” Adagio summed up. She spoke quickly, body twitching as she let her gaze feast upon the frizzy baker. “Do I really need to explain further, babe? Just get over here and kiss me already!”

“But I’m- I’m not super good at this yet, I’ve kinda been-” Pinkie felt like she needed to come up with some sort of excuse lest this magnificent woman really follow through. Surely they were on different tiers, meant to be kept separate! Much as she desperately adored Adagio, there was no way she could ever be allowed to join flesh with such a woman.

“Darling, I am going to have you whether you’re sure about it or not,” Rarity said flatly, the iron in her voice unbreakable and making the matter final. “Now I have been dreaming about you for years so you are going to come over here and let us undress you right this very instant, do you understand me? I will not wait another second.”

She had to be dreaming. Pinkie even pinched herself just to make extra sure; there wasn’t a chance in heaven that she’d just heard Rarity confess to having a crush on her because that sort of thing didn’t happen in reality. It was a daydream, she’d misheard, something-

“I will rip that dress off your juicy body and so help me, if you make me ruin one of my dresses-”

She leapt from her place and into the arms of her furious beloved, meeting Rarity’s lips with a kiss so passionate that tears sprang to her eyes. Finally, after so many years, she’d done what she had desired to achieve for so many years of longing and waiting that had made her pine for her friends so fiercely. No longer did she just have to flirt and hint and suggest, all that was required of her was a simple meeting of lips, the simplest yet most meaningful connection that could ever be achieved. To feel the indescribable softness of her lips upon her own, how plump and firm they were when the beautiful fashionista took hold of her and joined in the union, brimming with the flavor of liquor long-imbibed, her own salivating taste, and a hint of something that was entirely unique. Pinkie had loved her friends, desired them in every conceivable manner even though she’d never once believed this sort of moment would actually come-

And just when she’d begun to gain her footing, Rarity was kissing her back and seeing to it that she was overwhelmed. Pinkie had neither the ability nor experience to contend with this level of passion, Rarity claiming her so thoroughly that it would be impossible to get away. What more could she do than swoon at her touch? Whatever this pristine woman wanted, she would provide in spades; already did Rarity’s tongue ply at her lips? By eager instinct did the plush baker comply, opening her mouth wide and gladly accepting this gift of deeper touch. And oh, the feel of her across her tongue~!

One such revelation had been overpowering; the feel of another at the same time was indescribable. Feeling her head cocked back just a tinge and Pinkie’s sigh was interrupted by the invasion of a second tongue- somehow just as delectable as the first! Too overjoyed with the presence of Rarity against her form that Pinkie didn’t take the time to recall that they were not alone in this resplendent place; the owner of this mansion wanted her own fun as well, and Adagio had seen fit to enjoy it with her. The feeling of two such decadent, wondrous morsels atop her own made the poor woman positively gush. Adagio was like silk on the tongue to pair perfectly with Rarity’s satin; just as gleefully did they entangle her in their fun as they had with one another, plucking her out from the depths and into the open air so they might further descend into their slippery bonds. Pinkie did not think, only acted and reacted; she was caught in the midst of a feverish, all-too-perfect daydream and she would not do anything that might break the spell.

“There you are,” Adagio purred, her gleaming eyes turned to slits as she retreated from the joys of the wondrous woman’s mouth. Hand cascaded over breast that lay concealed just beneath a tinge of fabric, pulling downwards so as to find her newest prize. “And to think you were so shy. Why’d you have to make Rarity and me try so hard to work you up? Didn’t you know we wanted you?”

“I just- but you’re both so different from me,” Pinkie objected, though she lifted her arms so that clothing might be more easily yanked away; the hot-pink colors of her dress lifted away from flesh and were tossed aside so as to let her fresh, perhaps even ripe, body be displayed for her adoring companions; nowhere near as slender, her bust perhaps benefitting from some additional weight than natural endowment, certainly not ugly. Just most definitely not in the same league as these two-

“Oh my goodness,” Rarity gasped, taking Pinkie’s soft mounds in her grasp and seeing them kneaded beneath her gentle touch. “Oh Pinkie, darling, you are truly wonderful!” The fashionista seemed utterly entranced by the presence of her breasts, hands not enough to bring about full satisfaction. A tinge further touch, but only just- and then a deep plunge as mouth encaptured darkened nipple and began to lick away.

Pinkie had worried all her life; a nightmare that came to life when her beloveds would be left disappointed. But this was heaven! Rarity adored her body, was actively pleasuring it, and she wasn’t even dreaming! Oh, how she just wanted to sit back and touch herself as her gorgeous paramour continued in her work, fingers and tongue –and even the slightest touch of teeth- were there to incense and provide. Pinkie felt twitches and sensations she had never believed her body could bring to life, electricity within her shooting through her form like bolts of lightning. She hadn’t even begun truly pleasuring herself yet, merely content with this lavishing that was perfect in every way. A hand dipped down to in between her legs, spreading her hallowed curtains wide so that she might relish this moment all the more passionately…

“Ah-ah! Not on my watch, sweetheart.” The teasing lilt of Adagio’s voice broke through the fever and prevented further movement down below; fingers came to a halt and eyes barely found strength to see through the haze. “Wouldn’t that be a bit too naughty for one so sweet as you?”

“Huh?” The strength in her voice was not truly present, distant and kept there by the pleasuring that came upon her chest; difficult enough to see those jeweled eyes as they gazed lovingly upon her, much less concentrate upon them!

“Why don’t you sit back, and- oh, I don’t know… get comfortable?” The lustrous Siren requested. Guiding her adoring partner to a better position and leaving Pinkie’s bare body all but exposed and there for her taking, her gaze trailing down below and left salivating at the sight. A deliciously dripping slit, there for her to ravish, incensed and eager for the utmost satisfaction. “I hope you’ll like this. You deserve to feel good tonight.”

As Rarity continued her worship of luscious breastflesh, so Adagio saw fit to enjoin her flesh with that of Pinkie’s in the most carnal of actions. One leg pushed to the side, another slipping just below until bodies were kept apart only by the most mere of distances. It had to be a dream that Pinkie now experienced, surely it did; two beautiful women lusted for her so deeply that action had to be taken. She was about to have sex with one of the most beautiful women in the world, her longest held crush was sucking on her tits! Things like this didn’t just happen!

Adagio grinned and let the gap close, the first grind slow and deep so as to ignite the fullest of feeling- and almost enough to make Pinkie pass out. Oh gods that wasn’t real! Too good to be true, too wondrous to be anything but fiction! Yet she had felt it in her bones, in her very soul as slit was brought against slit and igniting an ecstasy beyond words. She could not suppress the shudder that came from the first contact, a tremor making her body quake without warning. And this was just the merest of touches~!

Rarity felt the tremor and gave a giggle, delving deeper into her oral worship of Pinkie’s glorious bust, retreat only temporary so that she might give hardened nipple a good flick- a striking feeling that warranted a gasp. Pain in a place oh so sensitive, yet feeling so wonderful because of it! And then came the lavish licking that plucked away at the hurt, intensifying it all to pleasures beyond reckoning.

And then Adagio again, so powerful and potent that ignoring her presence was impossible. This grind was just as fierce, but so much faster as joy appeared and left so swiftly; then another, and another- and even more! Pinkie was held captive within the grasp of these beauties and could not escape their passions, their lusts overwhelming her form and making her cry out into the ether for sheer joy. She was being loved in a way only her most private daydreams had ever conceived of, too good to ever be considered a reality. Yet her breasts were soaked, her lips cried out praise, and still did Adagio rub! Harder, firmer, faster and fiercer with every growing second, and oh how deep was the pleasure-

The orgasm hit with the force of a freight train, no warning or buildup to let her know that such a flow was soon to arrive. Before she’d even had a chance to begin thinking of words to say in gratitude, there came the rush of fluid as she endured the climactic passion; body went taut, the cry left her lips in the form of a joyous wail, all so wonderful to heart and mind! And then came the crash, so instant that it was impossible to do anything more than just lie there. Pinkie was left ravished, overcome by the perfection of such a union; there would never, ever be a heaven that could hope to compare to such love, not in all the lifetimes or realities of the world.

“And how was that darling?” Rarity relented in her masterful adoration at last so that she might lie beside her beloved, gazing into the weary eyes of her baker with a shining love in her expression. “I’m so sorry for keeping you waiting for so long…”

“You’re both… amazing,” Pinkie breathed. A hand reached out to caress the tender face of the seamstress, needing to reciprocate such affection. “Thank you so much. You’re perfect…”

“Oh, I’m glad you think so,” Adagio interjected, coming to lie beside Pinkie also and ensuring her attentions were met. “I just couldn’t let you sit here and not be happy. I couldn’t know how.”

“I almost think that…” Rarity paused, a finger to her lips. “Yes, I do believe so. It wasn’t enough.”

“Huh?”

“Well, darling, I’ve seen how you eat sweets, and I must say… I'd be delighted if you decided to dine on me instead.” Those deep eyes sparkled with life, teasing and playful as they beckoned for further. “Adagio, would you spur her on? Look at that cake she has, isn’t it wonderful? I bet she tastes delicious.”

Author's Note

Not sure how this turned out. Oh well.

Keep reading, I guess.