A Merry Little Christmas Night

by KingdaKa

Rating: mature
Tags: Equestria Girls, Sex, Main 7 (EqG), Dazzlings, Human, Romance, Porn
Length: 28112

A few years of separation mixes with some pleasant festive cheer. Perhaps that's all the Dazzlings needed to see old rivals in a different light.

It's good to be rich. Especially when you've got plenty of opportunity to gloat about it over your old rivals.

The Dazzlings have been nothing short of musical gold since their departure from high school; best-sellings albums and singles are the norm, concerts sell out in minutes, and their names are always first in line. So with the holidays in season, why not throw the biggest Christmas party in town so as to rub it in?

Sunset's sure it's all just mean-spirited goading. But she might just be wrong, and the Dazzlings might have something different in mind. After all, it's been a long time; apologies are always in order.
Maybe they just need an afterparty to help sort things out.

My annual Christmas Special!
Coverart by thebrokenCOG

lol, featured 12/23 - 12/24/22. Thanks y'all.

Published 2022-12-23 19:30:00 UTC
Last updated 2022-12-23 19:30:00 UTC

1. Invitations and Preparations

Their world hadn’t turned cold just yet. Fall refused to loosen its grip and let the temperatures finally plummet even as the leaves had long since disappeared; the bare trees and grey skies were braced for cold that was supposed to have come already. But the constant drops in temperature had only been a strange tempo of back-and-forth, one end of the spectrum inevitably leading back to the other. It had been rather bitter last week, but today was not so at all.

And judging by the letter she'd received in the mail that afternoon, things might be beginning to heat up even further.

Sunset had asked for them to meet at her place for the evening, darkened skies and cozy lights perfect for a Christmas break reunion. With collegiate duties calling them all across the country, it was only a small spurt of time that allowed them to all be in one place like older days. And with graduation creeping ever closer, who knew how much longer such meetups would last? They’d done so well at staying connected for these past few years; it would be a pity if they ever really did go their separate ways once and for all. So once all of them had come back home, of course did she invite her friends over. She just hadn’t expected this sort of subject matter.

“OK, so,” Sunset said, sitting in the midst of the living room with each of her friends having taken comfortable residency on the nearby furniture. “I… got this in the mail yesterday and, uh, I want you to see it.”

“You want to show us your mail,” Rainbow said, a cock-eyed expression upon her face. “Umm… I don’t think it’s a super momentous event or anything.”

“Then perhaps the content of her mail might be important, Rainbow Dash?” Rarity’s voice was almost as dry as her longtime friend’s, rolling her eyes at this open display of slow thinking. “Goodness, let Sunset take the time she needs, I don’t think any of us are in a hurry.”

“Says you! I’ve got a bottle of Jim Beam with my name on it and I wanna see it empty.”

Another roll of the eyes, this time accompanied by a shake of her head. “Ignore her, darling, please continue.”

Sunset had actually appreciated the slight delay, even if it did make her lose her train of thought. She wasn’t at all sure what to say, or at least how to put it all into words. “So I got this, and… well, just look,” she said. Out from beneath her seat came a gilded envelope bearing a small red letter within, the contents quickly unfolded and held aloft so its owner might read the words within. “To Whom It May Concern, you are cordially invited to the First Annual Dazzling Christmas Party,” Sunset announced to her audience, “hosted at the luxurious Waterfront Mansion in the Angel Springs Community. Music, food, and entertainment will be provided, and the lovely Dazzlings will also sing their latest hit single for all attendees. Signed, Adagio, Sonata, and Aria- The Dazzlings.”

The crimson-haired girl of the sun let the gold-trimmed missive drop onto the floor as she regarded her friends, a concoction of emotions evident on her features. She’d been tense from the moment everyone had arrived, intent on revealing this unusual invitation before her inner workings ate her alive. Now said aloud, she might just be able to vent and find some peace. “Well?” She asked, words already hot as they escaped her lips. “I can’t be the only one with thoughts on this.” Ever an empath, she could see each of them struggling to find something to say even though what reactions they bore were not what she’d expected at all. Shock at Adagio and her sisters still living in town would have been one; confusion that they were inviting Sunset to their mansion was another. Even anger had its place, and not one of them was present.

But then Applejack opened her lips and said, “So you got one, too?”

It seemed that the week would be ripe with surprises, Sunset gawking at her freckle-faced friend. “You got an invitation already?”

“Came a few days ago, Granny had it sitting on my bed for me when I got back,” the farmgirl explained. “I thought it was a joke, but the thing came with instructions for dress code and everything. It’s a little weird.”

Sunset had wondered why Adagio and company had reached out to her in the first place; their last reunion hadn’t ended on the best of terms, the cold Siren perfectly content to gloat on her rise to fame. The money, the fame, the adoration… it wasn’t to the same degree of potency as the draining of magic, but it had certainly seemed enough to allow the once-villainous woman to become something quite contented- though perhaps eager for more of the same.

But Sunset had thought her invitation had been a singular thing, a one-time event to her name and hers alone. If Applejack had received one as well, then there was a possible connection; she just had to make sure. “So if you got one…”

Rarity ceased in the biting of her lip to clear her throat. “I… also received an invitation to their party. It arrived only this afternoon,” she said.

News from Applejack had been unexpected, but the synapses were firing in the red-haired woman’s brain fast enough to see this information coming. “I thought you might say that,” Sunset remarked. “I’m guessing everyone else got one, too? Except, Twilight, maybe?”

“Actually, I got one on Monday,” Twilight piped up, the young woman pausing in the cleaning of her glasses to add her voice to the mix. “I was like Applejack, I thought it was a joke. Why would they invite me?”

A strange bit of news that didn’t quite make sense to her reasoning. “That’s weird, they never knew you,” Sunset said. “I wonder if they think you’re Princess Twilight or something, that’s- that doesn’t make much sense.”

“So everyone here got an invitation to their party,” Rainbow realized. “You know, from the otherworldly monsters that tried to kill us and drink us dry when we were in high school. Because that’s normal, right? That’s what people do.”

“Maybe they want to make amends,” Fluttershy said, the quietest of their lot finally deciding she had something worthwhile to voice. Unsurprising to them all, her first words were to be said in defense of the wicked, even if they had once tried to do her harm. “I’m sure they must be very happy thanks to their music careers. It might have given them a chance to think about what they did wrong.”

Considering how her last encounter had gone with the wily Sirens, Sunset wasn’t willing to believe they were extending an olive branch just yet. “I mean, maybe,” she offered, “But I don’t think that’s exactly their M.O. that often. You remember what they were like, and change doesn’t seem like their strong suit.”

“So… what, you think this is some sort of trap? Or something?” Twilight asked.

“But they lost their powers, didn’t they?” Pinkie asked. “When those necklaces of theirs shattered, I thought that’s what they needed to steal from us.”

Sunset, the only one of their number who had actually ever known the world that dwelled just the other side of the mirror, was the sole voice that could offer any sense of authority on the subject. So when her luxurious locks moved with a shake of her head, her companions all quietly gave a small sigh of relief; college was a tranquil thing in comparison to their wild high school years.

“I don’t think so,” Sunset said, “Pinkie remembers right, there’s no way they can drain magic anymore. And kidnapping or anything like that- well, that’d be hard to get away with when it’s a group as big as we are. And I bet they’ve invited other people they know from the music industry or God knows where else.”

“OK, but- still. Why invite us?”

It would again be her words that would bring the answer to light. Her own memories of younger days, when she had been a far fouler creature, were not quite so dim just yet. Sunset knew what it was like to hate someone and her hate had been plentiful. If she had become something powerful, what would she have wanted her old rivals to know? “I’ve got an idea,” she began, “But I really don’t think you’re gonna like it.”

Rarity, out of their number, knew Sunset best. The two had remained close even with the distance adult academia had tried to wedge in between; guessing what her crimson companion was thinking was not a difficult feat. “Oh for heaven’s sake, you don’t think-”

“What, that they invited us just so they can rub it in?” Sunset said drily. “Oh, I’d bet my whole scholarship on it.”

“Rub it in? The hell for?” Rainbow asked, her prideful nature demanding she be left galled by the assumption. “Damn, so they’ve got a lot of money and are super famous. Do they really think we don’t know that? Who cares?”

“It ain’t about that,” Applejack said. “It’s because we beat them- well, sorta. They want us to know that we didn’t really win.”

“Yeah we did. I don’t see them sucking people like they’re a milkshake.”

“They expected you all to keep the boots to their neck, I’m guessing,” Twilight said. “Since you didn’t keep hounding them and now they’re superstars, I guess they think they… well, beat you.”

The prismatic athlete scowled; never one to admit defeat, the fact that the Dazzlings were no longer something she could fight against was just as infuriating at the fact that this whole affair might have been done to mock her. “Bitches,” she muttered. “So, I mean, we’re definitely not going. Right?”

The thought was laughable. Go to a massive soiree just so she could be poked and prodded by the trio of hostesses for her ‘lower’ station in comparison to their riches? “Why even would I?” Sunset asked aloud. “Yeah, I’m sure I’d have a great time being told how poor and small I am compared to them. A great time.”

“What? No way!” Pinkie’s flabbergasted exclamation should have been something expected by them all rather than met with a company of angry frowns. The frizzy partygirl remained defiant as her friends tried to stare her down. “Of course I’m going to go! Have you even seen that mansion? It’s huge! And every party they’ve ever hosted has apparently been super-duper awesome! I can’t miss out on that, I bet it’ll be a blast!”

“Even if they try to make sure your whole time there is just plain miserable?” Sunset inquired.

“Then I definitely have to go. I don’t want anyone to go to a party and be unhappy, what’s the point in that?”

“I dunno, Pinkie,” Twilight hesitated, “I think Sunset might be right. You wouldn’t be going there so they can make sure you’d have a good time. Even if all they do is gloat, they’d just be trying to make you unhappy.”

“But think of all the food there! Gingerbread cookies, red velvet cakes, all the candy and drinks and fun and- and-” The bright bakery girl was on the verge of going into overdrive as her imagination ran wild, practically salivating at the thought of what joys might occur at such a prestigious bash. If the Dazzlings’ cash flow was as juicy as it was rumored to be, the party would be too good for her to resist.

“You’re a nutcase, Pinkie,” Rainbow stated.

“You shouldn’t go, sugarcube,” Applejack added. “It ain’t safe for you to. What if something goes wrong? You’d be all alone in the house of those girls.”

Pinkie’s hair began to sag. Despite her extreme desire to answer the summons for celebration, her friends were not someone she would easily disregard. Their advice was sensible even if she didn’t wish for it; perhaps it was the better option that she not attend after all.

“I’ll go with you,” Fluttershy piped up, to Pinkie’s delight and the exasperation of the others. “I think they deserve a chance to be nice, if that’s what they really want. You know how bad it feels to be judged for your mistakes, Sunset. Would you want others to feel the same?”

“I actually changed, Fluttershy,” Sunset countered. “I don’t think Adagio and her sisters will care all that much about turning a new leaf.”

“Wouldn’t people have said that about you, too?” The soft girl replied mildly. More often possessing the strength of a wilting flower, the quiet woman seemed determined to speak on behalf of her one-time enemies and see them in a better light. “I’m going to go with Pinkie, even if the rest of you won’t. They- I really hope they’re nicer girls now, and I want to see for myself.”

The most fragile and the most naïve of their group seemed perfectly keen on walking straight into a possible lion’s den. Despite all the misgivings and explanations she might be capable of offering, Sunset wasn’t at all sure that any of them would be worth much if Fluttershy of all people had put her foot down. And if she was genuinely concerned about her friend’s safety, there might only be one choice still afforded to her. It was so natural a reaction that she wondered if this had been the plan on baiting them all to come. “Well- well hell, I guess. I’m going to have to go just so I can keep an eye on you two, aren’t you?” She said.

“Maybe it would be better if all of us went, then,” Rarity offered. “I agree with Sunset, I doubt they’ll try anything too malevolent. But it would be better for all of us to be there and looking after one another just in case.”

“This is really stupid,” Rainbow groaned, the least eager to comply and most willing to believe the worst of her former foes. “Pinkie, if I die at this stupid Christmas party, I promise I am going to kill you in the afterlife.”

“I don’t think we can die in heaven, Rainbow. Isn’t that the point of heaven, anyway?”

“Says here we’re gonna need some kinda formal dress,” Applejack said, reading Sunset’s invitation more thoroughly for proper preparation. “Guess I’ll dig something up out of my closet, don’t know what I’ve got that fits.”

“What? Nonsense, I’ll see us all wearing something fabulous,” Rarity protested, the allure of formal attire too much for her fashionable senses to resist. “They might out-earn us, but they absolutely will not out-dress us. And maybe they know a fashion mogul, or two!”

“Well, you girls have fun storming the castle, I guess,” Twilight remarked, watching her friends and wondering if this was to be some sort of strange last goodbye. “I can’t go, Mom and Dad want to visit with Shining for Christmas this year. He and Cadance just got settled being stationed overseas.”

“Hopefully news of our deaths will be greatly exaggerated,” Sunset said. “Have fun, OK? And be safe.”

Twilight gave her longtime friend a confused stare. “I’ll be fine. I think you should worry more about you.”

“People are here!”

Never having been one for subtlety in emotions, the sound of Sonata’s delighted cry was loud enough to echo across the room and probably the whole of the mansion. Her pealing notes always seemed capable of rising so high that her happiness would be little more than a squeak that befitted her mousy stature, even if the sound of them was not something that always left her sisters delighted.

“So they are,” Aria remarked tersely, the news not enough to move her from the comfortable position she held upon the couch. By far the most stoic of their trio, the celebrity life was not something she had entirely found suitable for her nature. Yes, she liked the fame and money, but more for the ability to acquire whatever piqued her interest rather than any cult of personality. The paparazzi had done wonders in annihilating whatever desires she had for publicity in a heartbeat; better to profit from her work than mingle with the gawking masses.

Sonata, however, was her usual stark contrast. Always the most eager to stay in the midst of her adoring fans, their attentions seemingly her lifeblood. Their manager had always done his damndest to keep the sisters to a schedule, but the exuberant Siren continuously found reasons to shirk her duties. There was time for another photo, another autograph, all of that and more! She knew her heart lie in the midst of a crowd.

“That means we need to get up, silly! We’ve gotta go down and say hello, come on already!” Sonata cried, bouncing over to the couch and giving her sibling a few good shoves. “You-know-who are probably already here waiting for us, don’t you want to be down there to greet them?”

“No, I don’t,” Aria replied. “I am reading The Odyssey right now and I’m almost done with this chapter. Let me enjoy it.”

“But we need to start getting ready! Come on, get up, get up, get up-”

“I’m already ready,” Aria replied, gesturing to the deep-green leather corset dress that currently adorned her figure. “It’s not my fault you always wait till the last minute.”

Sonata pouted. “You’ve done your makeup?” she asked.

“What, you can’t tell by looking at me?”

“Done your hair?”

“OK, you really need to stop,” Aria growled.

“Then all you need is a smile!” Sonata declared. “That mopey frown of yours won’t do, what have you got to be unhappy about? This is gonna be so much fun!”

“Says you,” the dark-haired Siren muttered, clearly irritated by her vibrant sibling’s undefeatable mood.

“And so do I,” said a new voice, Adagio appearing from the bedroom hallways and busy with the placement of gold-and-ruby earrings beneath her lush locks. “It’s not like you didn’t agree to this, you even said it was a good idea. What have you got to be so moody about?”

“Oh my gosh, are you- ohmygosh, Aria’s anxious!” Sonata gasped, her words striking true when they received a brilliant scowl in response. “Oh, it’s OK, Aria, everything’s gonna work out fine! You don’t need to worry!”

“I am not worried,” the pig-tailed Siren snarled. “You know why?”

“Oh, do tell,” Adagio purred, settling down in her favorite armchair and leaning in towards her sister.

“Because I’ve realized this whole thing is stupid. You damn well know it’s not gonna work. Why would they even show up in the first place?”

“Uh, because we invited them and they replied, duh!” Sonata remarked.

“It’s intuition,” Adagio explained. “They’ll suspect something’s wrong, one or two might think the offer was genuine, and thus the whole lot will come to make sure everyone stays safe. It’s easy.”

“Even if they do, why would they believe us?” Aria demanded. “They’re gonna come in here thinking that we’re still a bunch of bitches. Hell, even if we straight tell them that we think they’re hot, they’ll still think it’s some kind of con. You know that.”

“Then we persuade them to think otherwise,” Adagio murmured. “Make sure they enjoy themselves. Pour on the sugar in every way we know how, really butter them up. And if we convince one, we’ll convince all of them.”

“And after that?”

“Why, the afterparty, of course,” the eldest Siren answered, the smallest of smug smiles alight on her lips. “Where we make sure they feel oh so welcome and comfortable. A few drinks, some kind words, maybe a quick brush here and there… I’m sure we’ll have our fun.”

“That’s still a really stupid plan,” Aria surmised. “Convincing one of them will be hard enough; getting the whole damned lot of those girls to wanna hook up will be impossible.”

“Maybe, maybe not,” Adagio sighed, consistently frustrated by her sister’s dour outlook on the whole matter. “But they’re good girls, aren’t they? I’m sure they’ll be willing to forgive and forget if we really mean it.”

“And you think that will be enough to convince them to sleep with us.”

“It’ll work a whole lot better than your wet bitching. Are you with us or not? Sonata and I will gladly have them all if you’re not game.”

The darkened Siren gave a muted growl. “Hmph. Like this will convince anyone-”

“You’re not convincing anyone of a thing right now. In- or out?” Adagio demanded testily, too close to zero hour for her patience to handle this consistent negativity.

“I’m in. Shit-damn… so who gets who?”

Sonata, who had taken the argument as an opportunity to people-watch from the nearby window of their spacious bedroom, found her ears pricked by this new conversation topic. “Wait, we’re picking favorites?” She asked. “That’s not fair, you didn’t tell me that! How am I supposed to make a choice like that?”

“Because we’re not choosing. We’re going to let chance decide,” Adagio answered swiftly, trying to soothe her younger sibling’s nerves before they became supercharged once more. “Now, I have a bit of bad news…”

“Oh, here we go-”

“Hush. I looked at all the RSVP’s we got; Twilight replied as a ‘No’ so we’re gonna be down one,” Adagio reported.

“Well that’s lame,” Aria sulked. “She looks like a nerd, but I bet you anything she’s a total freak.”

“However, her absence does bring a little good news,” the sultry Siren continued, “And that is the other six all said they’re coming. So that means each of us-”

“-Gets two!”

“And with that in mind…” Adagio rose from her seat to snatch up a bag from the mantle above the fireplace, giving its contents a good shake as she held it in her hand. “Stick your hand inside and see what prizes you pull.”

“Ooh- ooh! Me, me, me, me, me-” Sonata squealed, bouncing towards the open mouth of the velvet bag-

“Oh, no! Not this time, Sonata,” Adagio said, beginning to laugh as she watched her vibrant sister promptly deflate. “Because Aria is being a complete downer, we’re going to make her go first. Maybe then she’ll stop being such a wet blanket.”

Aria remained skeptical and had every right to be. Convincing an entire group of girls that their newfound fame and fortune had helped them turn a new leaf was ludicrous; the idea that they would also persuade them into their romantic fantasies was beyond even that. This whole plan was a farce, a comedy waiting to happen- but right now, she was not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. Before Sonata could form a protest, her fingers dove in and plucked two thin strips of paper from within and brought them to her eyes for scrutiny.

“Well?” Sonata asked eagerly, leaning in to look as though she were a young child watching others open presents.

“Sunset Shimmer-”

“Dammit, lucky-”

“And Fluttershy,” Aria reported, a newfound smugness on her features as she assessed her prizes. “Hmm… I think I won.”

“Damn, that is- that is not bad,” Adagio affirmed, clearly envious at her sister’s pick of the litter. The three of them had all been hoping for Sunset’s favor by the end of the night, the memory of her beauty the whole reason why they’d eventually formed this operation; and somehow, the miserable girl had pulled the sweet and shy one, too! “You’ll still have to tell them, you know. They’ll need to know.”

Aria remained defiant even if the grin faded from sight. “Says you. I’ll be just fine without having to say a word.”

Adagio was left unconvinced but said nothing in response. “Alright, Sonata, now you…”

“Oh, goodie! Wish me luck!” The bubbly girl said, plunging her hand in and ripping out a new pair of names for her to read. “Applejack, and- ohmygosh. Rainbow Dash! Ohmygosh, you guys, oh my- I think I’m gonna die.”

“Jeez, don’t cream yourself already-”

“But Rainbow’s abs- Applejack’s thighs!” Sonata sighed, already floating away to a sensuous dreamland. “Oh my gosh, I can’t wait- I bet they’ll be amazing! I can just imagine how in control they’ll be…”

“Which means for me…” Adagio turned the bag upside down and emptied the two remaining names into her awaiting palm, knowing full well what now awaited her magic touch for the evening. “Pinkie Pie- and Rarity. Ooh, now that will be fun indeed.”

“The prim and proper one? Really?” Aria asked, clearly skeptical at her sister’s seeming delight.

“No one puts on such a fuss about appearances like that and doesn’t end up being the dirtiest girl in bed,” Adagio said, making little more than assumptions that she was convinced were well-founded. “And Pinkie? Please, look at her. She’s a hundred-miles-an-hour.”

“Well, here’s to our idiocy, then,” the middle Siren declared, feigning a toast as she gave a wispy sigh. “May they be as horny as we are.”

“I’m counting on it,” Sonata said, leaning back against the wall as she allowed her daydreams to continue on- only to suddenly leap up as though struck by lightning. “ohmgosh I forgot to change!” The two Sirens hardly were able to keep eyes on their youngest as she darted out the door towards the fitting rooms down the hall where her seasonal garments awaited, a blue blur and a slamming door the best they could manage.

“Told you she’d be last-minute,” Aria crowed. “And here I am, all ready to go. How much you wanna bet she lost those diamond earrings?”

“Don’t get haughty just yet. Where are yours?” Adagio challenged, eyeing her sister’s lobes for the sparkling emeralds meant to hang there.

“Oh damn it all.”

Author's Note

The beginnings of my annual Christmas special. It might be a long one, not really sure. Going to see how I like the rhythm of this to determine how many chapters I post in a day.

Keep reading, I guess. Enjoy.

2. Festivities

“Wow.”

Standing outside the cusp of the gated fence that surrounded the lavish building, the company of young women found themselves unable to enter until they’d given the domain a thorough assessment- or when they were able to finish gawking. To call it a home seemed to insult the magnificence of the architecture; even calling it a mansion seemed too weak a word to sufficiently describe such a building. Surely this place had once been home to great leaders of the world, if not gods that dwelt among men? The sheer size of it was enough to take up the span of a football stadium- and quite easily. They’d been invited here?

“Oh, this is definitely a trap,” Sunset managed to say, speaking through chattering teeth as the wind fell on her bare skin. “Dammit, and I’m gonna freeze to death before I even get to see it happen, too.” She had been ecstatic when she’d first laid eyes on her attire for the evening, a jet-black halter minidress with a deep v-cut to help accentuate the slender figure she possessed, as well as her smooth legs. It would have been perfect for such an evening if the temperature hadn’t decided to finally tank somewhere into the teens; now with so much exposed skin that was once meant to tempt and entice was now seeing her freeze.

“Oh, relax, darling, they’ve got fires all across the entrance and the carpet heading in,” Rarity replied, too haughty –or too proud- to let the cold ruin the magnificence of her creations; she had designed each dress herself, after all. “We’ll be warm wherever we go, don’t fret. What sort of hosts would they be if they didn’t offer warmth to their guests?”

“Themselves, if I had to guess.”

“She’s got you there,” Applejack remarked.

“Well… maybe,” Rarity admitted. “But nevertheless, we shall trudge on just the same. And- you all do approve of your attire, don’t you?”

“Are you kidding? We all look amazing!” Pinkie exclaimed, leaping forth from their number and wheeling about so as to gaze at them all. Nothing short of vibrant in both personality and dress, Pinkie lived up to her name as she was currently adorned in a deep-pink sequin dress that rippled with the light as she allowed the knee-length skirt to flow with her movements. With her good cheer and attire, the vivacious woman held the appearance of a brightly colored star. “Oh, I bet this is going to be so much fun! And just look at the decorations, I bet it’s even more amazing inside!”

“It is very pretty,” Fluttershy remarked. Taking in the outer gardens as they slowly entered the gates and moved towards the main doors of the mansion, everywhere she looked seemed to hold the colors of deepest green and lights. Every bush was studded by lights, wreath and ribbons adorned every lamp post- and the exterior of the mansion itself! How it rippled with the prism of the season, bright flashes of green, red, and white flashing out into the night so elegantly that it could be mistaken for the great Saint Nicholas’ palace. “This looks very nice.”

“It’s one helluva trap, for sure,” Rainbow remarked, eyeing all of it with suspicion as though she suspected a sniper behind every bush. “Jeez, how much money did they spend on this?”

“I cannot even imagine,” Sunset remarked, leaning in to investigate a nearby light and quickly realizing the bulb was surrounded by a cask of diamonds. “Tens of thousands, at the very least.”

“Jeez. And all of this just to kill us? I’m flattered.”

“Oh, don’t be like that, Rainbow,” Fluttershy gently chided, giving her closest friend a gentle swat across the shoulder. “I’m sure they’re only showing off. They just want everyone to have the best time possible.”

“Easy for you to say- look at you,” Rainbow declared. “One look at you and they’re gonna go from wanting to kill you to wanting to marry you.”

The flush on the shy woman’s face had been present ever since her initial fitting, the tinge of pink now turning a deeper shade of red as she took the compliment with a smile. She hadn’t meant to be so wondrously dressed, but Rarity had insisted; now what adorned her was a glorious dress the color of a verdant green, the dazzling corset about her lush figure studded with crystals- featuring a low cut on her trim bust and a high slit on her legs that tapered out into a darkened train. It was more glamorous than what she usually wore, but her dear seamstress had absolutely vowed to see her in it; how was she to say no?

“Well- you look very pretty, too,” Fluttershy muttered, unable to look the prismatic athlete in the eye. “Are- are you sure you’re not cold?”

Rainbow laughed, despite how much skin she currently showed. A minidress the color of the deepest oceans adorned her skin, a criss-cross pattern across the stomach concealing her modesty while also revealing the sides of her toned figure; she was meant to awe and inspire in her attire, a powerful goddess rather than an alluring temptress. How could she achieve such things if she shivered? “Please- I’m fine and you know it. Since when has the great and awesome Rainbow Dash ever been cold?”

“During your last soccer practice, if your teammates had anything to say,” Applejack remarked.

“Keep talking, princess, and you might trip on the hem of your skirt,” Rainbow shot back, instantly reacting before there could be a void laughter could fill. “Don’t you look all sweet and innocent in your little gown? Such a heartbreaker.”

Applejack’s eyes narrowed, and for more reasons than one. She genuinely liked the dress, despite it being such a stark contrast to her usual gruff personality; a black cami dress with a flared skirt that fell to just above the knee, her concealed bust and sleeveless appearance giving the powerful farmgirl an aura of sweetened innocence rather than her usual calm, motherly presence. The other reason also happened to be who made it, and such a person was not deserving of mockery.

And that very same person took note of her friend’s sarcasm, coming between the two with a sudden fire in her eyes. “Dear Rainbow Dash, do you have a problem with my work?” Rarity inquired mildly though the coldness in her eyes said otherwise. “I do hope you like it. Otherwise I’ll have to make you take it off right now so I can bring you something better.”

An intriguing, exciting thought, but perhaps she wasn’t inebriated enough to pursue such a thing just yet. “I didn’t say that. It was a joke!”

“Just checking,” Rarity said, promptly switching back to a smile and proving just how dangerous her anger could be. “Well now… shall we?”

The doormen that stood at the threshold took note of the group of six that now came towards them, so uniform in movement and allure that to ignore them would be difficult. These women were together, in spirit and something more if any were to guess; the electricity was potent, powerful enough to entice and make one wish they were part of this deepening bond. Just what would such deep feeling lead to? One could only wonder.

“Good evening, ladies,” said the foreman of security, a smartly dressed man wearing a red jacket with gold lining. “Names, if you please?”

“Lady Rarity, if you please,” the wondrous fashionista said, allowing herself a small shimmer that set her fair body to glowing. More akin to the purest of diamonds than a person, her elegant satin gown clung to her form and accentuated all greatest assets perfectly; the shapely bust, the thigh-high slit that revealed her sleek legs, the crystals along the sweetheart neckline that dazzled, and just the right amount of skin to showcase her beauty. Though she only declared her name, those who walked by or waited behind could not help but be left awed by such a being whose purity was without question.

“Lady Rarity- excellent, here you are,” the foreman declared. “And I assume your friends are-”

“Just Sunset,” came the reply.

“Pinkie present and eager!”

“Umm- Fluttershy.”

“The Rainbow Dash.”

“Applejack, here.”

“Wonderful, all of you are on the list,” the foreman replied- only to pause and scrutinize his list a bit more thoroughly. “Oh, hold on, there’s a small note regarding your names.”

“Oh, here we go,” Rainbow muttered softly, strong muscles tensed and awaiting the violent order that would begin their ordeal.

“It seems Miss Adagio and her sisters have deemed you to be on the ‘Personal VIP’ list for the evening,” the foreman explained, producing a set of wristbands and offering it to the group; a quick glance by Rarity discovered them to be thin plates of gold, the clasp studded with a small diamond. “All food, drink, best seats for the show, service any kind -well, really anything we offer- is at your disposal. And all of it free of charge. Do enjoy your evening, please!”

As the cordon before them was tucked away, the six woman were left to stand flabbergasted- and perhaps a bit nervous. Anything they wanted for the night? VIP’s? Surely the Dazzlings had something particular planned, and past encounters said none of it would be good. If this wasn’t the sign they would have to be on guard, nothing else would do.

“Do… do we go in?” Applejack asked.

“Duh!” Pinkie practically leapt through the doors, beckoning for her friends to follow suit. “Come on, you guys! We’re going to have a blast!”

“We’re gonna die is what’s gonna happen,” Rainbow remarked, but trudging on just the same alongside her friends into the mansion that would surely be her tomb.

Everywhere they looked seemed to be glimmering; festive décor and lights hung from every conceivable place. Even all the way along the edges of the ceiling so high that none could conceive how someone had even reached were the colors of soft gold; a magnificent sculpture of ice stood in the center of the entrance hall, a towering figure of an angel reaching out to the sky with a star in hand. Throughout it all were the movements of people alive and keen on social gaiety, dress and form seeming to shimmer beneath the lurid display of color and extravagance. Their chatter flowed through the air as lightly as the faint hum of music in their midst, the sound of it vibrant but not so potent as to overwhelm. Though there seemed to be a great many people within the mansion –and perhaps even more in the yards surrounding the burning fires- no sense of a crushing crowd could be felt. It was perhaps the most excessive display of wealth and fortune any of them had ever seen in their short lives yet it retained its beauty and descended not into opulence. It were as though they had been transported into a fantastical winter palace so far removed from the toils and troubles of life, a place where people came to be merry and celebrate.

“How… how much money do they have?” Sunset said, a faint giggle in her voice. She’d spent most of her time in college eating cheap ramen with chili beans to help save money. To be surrounded by such blatant wealth like this was overwhelming. “Holy cow…”

“Well, what do they call this? ‘Fuck you money?’” Rainbow remarked.

“Language, darling,” Rarity promptly chided.

“Oh shut it. It’s not like I’m wrong, can you imagine being able to spend this much cash just on a one-night party?”

“It’s beautiful,” Fluttershy murmured, stars in her eyes as she crept closer to the frozen angel and marveled at the skill behind such a labor. She could see the thin hem of the dress, details of lace and patterns along the cold form; if she were taller, would she look into the eyes and see the dulled gaze of a clear, lifeless being? The young woman had only ever seen such things in museums. “Amazing.”

“Well… it certainly is that,” Rarity assented, less focused on the temporary décor and more on the fashion of the mansion itself. Corinthian architecture in style, stone of soft yellow molded into winding shapes that spoke to elegance of a lost age. Beneath her feet were gleaming blocks of marble that reflected the soft lights above perfectly; though much of their usual decorations had clearly been shunted aside in favor of more festive appeal, she could not deny that the owners of this place had good taste.

“Told you it’d be awesome,” Pinkie Pie said, joyously smug and eager to entice her friends further into the mood. “Come on, let’s go look around! I bet it’s super amazing everywhere! And we haven’t even found the food yet!”

“Wait a minute. Are we sure we wanna get all caught up in this and everything?” Applejack asked. Too grounded to be easily swept away by any display of lavish living, her suspicions of intent remained strong as ever. “Look, don’t forget where we are- and who invited us. We gotta be careful.”

“I know, I know,” Rainbow replied, “but- come on. We can at least have some fun, right? I wanna see what’s at the bar. AJ, you feel like a shot of whiskey?”

“I’m the D.D. for tonight, remember?”

“Well damn it all.”

“Tell you what, darling,” Rarity said, coming to her friend’s rescue as the elegant woman took a free arm. “If you change mine to a nice glass of gin, I think I’ll take up your offer. How does that sound?”

“Good to me,” Rainbow said, grinning as she allowed her companion to further her grip. “Come on!”

With little better to do and no desire to break from the pack, the other four followed in tow, Pinkie happily letting her gaze look about at every new sight so she could find it wondrous. Fluttershy remained much of the same, awed into silence by the loveliness of her surroundings that seemed to beg for her attention.

“Told you,” Applejack whispered to Sunset as the two trailed just a tinge behind. “Rares’ too keen on a girlfriend to let a place like this slide.”

“Fine.” A quick slip of the hand and a bill fell into the farmgirl’s weathered hand. “But is it for real, or is she just toying with me?”

“Toying with me, too,” Applejack remarked. “I ever tell you I was her first kiss?”

“Many times,” Sunset said, not wishing for the story to be retold again. “So which of us has she not flirted with now?”

The freckled woman recalled the hushed stories Fluttershy and Pinkie had told her: the clandestine moments when no one else had been looking and the seemingly proper fashionista hadn’t been able to resist. “Heh. None. I think she can’t make up her mind about which of us she wants more.”

“Wanna bet if she ever will?”

“Are you kidding? I bet she’ll try to have all of us.”

A stroll down the hallway from the entrance hall and into a smaller, more cozy atmosphere as the social room revealed itself, the warm brightness of lights fading away in favor of the flicker of candelight; numerous tables held dozens of guests that surrounded the soft glow, a grand chandelier resting above them all and bearing a dozen tiny flames, only the pale light above the bar a contrast to the aura. Here was meant to be comfort away from prying eyes, company only who came with you and the drink awaiting you.

“Now this is more like it,” Rainbow declared, eyeing the extravagant selection of liquors that topped the shelf behind the bar. “Come on!”

The bartender caught sight of the incoming group, his eyes flickering to the gold bracelets adorning their wrists and he stood at attention with a smile on his lips. “Welcome! I am Mr. Ardonnais, what can I get you lovely ladies?”

“Bourbon on the rocks sounds good,” Rainbow said. “Whatcha got?”

“I’ve an excellent bottle of Angel’s Envy if you’d like something higher end, Miss. Well aged.”

“Wait- seriously?” Rainbow’s eyes seemed ready to pop out of their sockets at the mention of it; even Applejack paid attention, the brand a rare favorite of her grandmother’s.

Ardonnais flashed a sly smile and quickly went to work, hands and body moving so quickly that he seemed almost a blur. Soon before the prismatic woman’s form was a gleaming glass of dark liquor pock-marked by a trio of ice cubes, freshly awaiting her grasp. “Enjoy, Miss.”

Rainbow eyed the delectable concoction for a moment more before slowly bringing it to her lips and taking a small sip; a slightly pulled face, then a delightful expression took its place. “Holy- wow, dude.”

“And you, miss?”

“An ovation, if- if you please,” Rarity said faintly; always the most elegant of their number, even she was beginning to feel overcome by this sheer breadth of money and ability.

Those among them that drank put in their orders and found a table, Fluttershy and Applejack the only ones to choose further sobriety. They settled in a darkened corner of the room so as to better survey their surroundings, taking the opportunity to partake of their beverages and finding them sublime. Sunset couldn’t remember if she’d ever even heard of a cantarito before; Pinkie hardly could tell the difference between juice and wine, but the bellini before her was adorned with a peach and just as flavorful.

“Rares?”

“Yes, sweetheart?” The elegant girl inquired lightly.

“Remind me to get really, really rich,” Rainbow said, gazing fondly at her glass as though it were gold. “I need more stuff like this in my life.”

Despite their misgivings regarding their hostesses and the cautious mind of Applejack that continued to remain sober, the girls enjoyed themselves. How could they not enjoy themselves when this place was so lovely? The magnificence of this abode, the excellence of the service- and the drinks, too! The whole place had been so cleverly composed that to relax was an instinctive reaction rather than anything by choice; how could one hope to see themselves aloof and tense when it was so good to be calm? Applejack kept one eye open even as they drank and made merry just in case, but the other focused on the friends that plucked at the desires of her heart.

She said little about her feelings even still; it was better this way since she couldn’t make up her mind. Sunset had a heart for Rarity, just as she knew Rainbow and Fluttershy did; hell, she did also. She held a unique affection for all of them. How was she supposed to navigate these muddled waters when no one she knew ever had before? Applejack felt painfully isolated by her attractions, unable to focus on one singular point. Her friends deserved better than this indecision; she needed to make up her mind about who she loved most even if the answer might be all of them at once. And that sort of answer wouldn’t do anyone favors at all, would it?

A sudden silence came across the tranquility of the mansion, all eyes suddenly averting from one another and their surroundings and being sent skywards as a voice rang through the mansion’s intercom. “To all guests, please make your way to the grand room. Your hosts, the world-famous Dazzlings, are eager to greet you!”

The aura of good cheer that had surrounded them since their arrival dissipated like mist in the morning, only Rarity saving some semblance of it as she clutched Rainbow’s arm a bit more tightly. The voice was a reminder of where they lurked, prey deep in a potential lion’s den. They could not let their guard down just yet- nor was alcohol such a wise choice.

“I guess we should go,” Sunset said, draining the last of her glass and seeing it settled. “Well? Feel like seeing our hostesses in the flesh?”

“Definitely!” Pinkie exclaimed, unwilling or too at ease to submit to anxiety. “Come on, I listened to their latest song last night! They sound amazing!”

Sunset didn’t doubt it, considering her last encounter with Adagio. As they joined the growing crowd of partygoers heading to the grand room, she wondered what was about to befall her. A porter was there at a series of chairs surrounding a circular stage in the center of the activity, a similar bracelet across his arm as what currently lay draped across her wrist and his eyes upon them as he beckoned for she and her friends to take their seats. Just what were they about to deal with? With this crowd all around them, surely Adagio and her sisters weren’t about to commit some acts of violence. Was- was it possible that this really was just a party invitation? Had her suspicions been in vain, little more than fear? Compared to how she’d dealt with the Siren last, it seemed doubtful; but years later, faced with reality…

Maybe I should give them a chance.

They took their seats and paid heed to the chatter, watching as the souls about them spoke eagerly. Doubtless many of these people were fans of the Dazzlings, well-acquainted with their music. Pinkie knew of their music, apparently, but Sunset hadn’t found the time to yet pay attention; just what was she about to hear? Perhaps she shouldn’t be so curious about the entertainment when the source of it was something so unpleasant. Probably.

The lights of the grand room suddenly went dark, shrouding their world in shadow as no light of man nor its flicker echoed across the wide space. The crowd went into a hush, anticipating the arrival of their dearly awaited hostesses. Whether they be friends, peers, or potential rivals, all were eager to see the show truly begin-

A sudden plume of smoke across the stage as a pellet released the cloud, a singular light piercing down and illuminating the silhouettes of three figures within, motionless as statues and most definitely familiar. The first notes rang across the wide room and bringing the crowd to cheers as hidden speakers began their play; the smoke dissipated to reveal the Dazzlings at last and the house roared at the sight.

“Hello, everyone! We are so, so glad you could join us!” Sonata’s bright, cheery voice rang clearly as the youngest Siren was first to speak, waving and grinning to the crowd at first opportunity. The crowd responded in kind, reaching out and cheering as their idol so eagerly ate up their affection. “You ready for a show?”

Another roar, enough to make their lead singer give a smug, perhaps cloying, smile. “Oh, I hope we haven’t worn you out already,” Adagio said. “Come on, everybody, on your feet! You ready for a show?”

The grand room positively shook as the charged crowd of people begged for release; they had been summoned here for a good time, and such things would not transpire lest their hostesses gave them something worth listening to.

“Come on, Dagi, don’t be mean! Let’s have some fun!” Sonata countered. “I know they’re up for a good time!”

“I think you’re right. Hit it!”

Sunset recalled little of the song itself, though sensibility said it was a well-crafted holiday tune. In fact, it was likely incredible; so easy to listen to, upbeat and bright without being smarmy, festive without falling into the realm of corny. A song meant to invigorate and cheer the spirit on. But what words were spoken hardly remained in her mind for very long, for those who sang the song itself were far more distracting. In fact, despite her misgivings, they were…

A quick glance across the row to Rarity, who caught the sunlight woman’s eye; a quick wave of her hand against her face came from the fashionista as though she were overheated, gaze darting back towards the stage. Sunset bit her lip and found herself nodding in assent. What else could she think? Was it their clothing? The three Sirens were adorned in form-fitting Santa dresses of leather, Sonata and Aria adorned in verdant green while Adagio countered them with the colors of bright red, the look summed up with black gloves and knee-high boots. Or was it their movements that came with the music, a dance meant to tempt and hypnotize? Perhaps they knew what motions could entice, could inspire heartache. Or maybe it was the fact that these women were simply something so infinitely desirable to the eye, so magnificently lovely.

Sunset heard the music come to a close and felt herself gulp. She had come here with the fear of walking headfirst into a fight; now she was going to have to figure out how she would deal with this newfound physical attraction. Surely this was just instinctive reaction, little more than visual impulse? Those Sirens couldn’t have found a magical means of seduction without their medallions, right? Sunset wasn’t sure which answer she enjoyed less, even as the mental image of those beautiful women shaking their hips to the rhythm continued to replay in her mind over and over.

The crowd paid little notice to them, more attentive to giving their hosts a rousing bout of applause that the Dazzlings happily devoured; why let your eyes rest on the wellbeing of a crowd when there were such sights there to happily entertain them? Sonata had already leapt down from the stage to take a few selfies with a lucky section of seating; Aria, most reserved of their number, simply allowed the dignity of a deep bow while her elder sister plucked away a leather glove and flung it into a group of eager young women.

“Thanks so much for coming, everybody!” Sonata cried, refusing to return to the stage and rejoin her sisters just yet. “I hope you wanna keep hanging out with us! This party’s only just started!”

“And we know none of us have really had fun yet, have we?” Adagio remarked. “Stick around, pretty please? We’ll be right back to really kick things off with you!” As the trio began to turn from the crowd and depart to quarters unknown, the luxurious Siren peered out into the crowd as though searching for something. Her keen eyes dropped down to the VIP section at the stage’s edge and gave a start of recognition as she found six souls there staring right back at her. With a glowing smile and a wink, Adagio leaned down and blew a kiss before swiftly departing from sight and leaving the group of friends severely confused as to what to do next.

Even as the crowd dissipated and turned back to other places for further entertainments and delights, still did Sunset and her friends continue to remain rooted where they were. Even as the seats behind them were plucked by staff and taken out of sight, not once did they move. Each seemed caught up in their own thoughts just as much they were eager to know the inner workings of their companions. Eyes would meet and swiftly dart away, bodies moved and shifted as nerves found means of expressing themselves through energy; a boiling point began to push through, desperately searching for a chance to burst. And then-

“They are fucking hot,” Rainbow Dash declared.

“Rainbow!” Rarity said angrily, giving her companion a foul look. “Must you be so crude in your descriptions? There are other –better- ways of saying such things.”

“Am I wrong, though?” The prismatic girl challenged. “Deny it, go on. I dare you.”

“Darling…”

“Fraidycat. Hey, AJ- hot or not?”

The freckled farmgirl pulled a face but nodded all the same as she answered her friend’s query. “Can’t exactly disagree,” she remarked.

“They’re super hot!” Pinkie agreed, positively ecstatic at this newfound revelation. “Oh, I hope they aren’t still super mean and everything, that would just ruin it- do you think they invited us cause they wanna make up? I hope they did, I wanna ask them out- can I date a bunch of girls all at once? I’d date you all if that’s OK cause you’re all super hot, too-”

“Jeez, and I thought Rarity was thirsty,” Rainbow said, laughing at her friend’s excessive exuberance.

“Hey!”

“There singing was quite lovely,” Fluttershy said. Upon her cheeks was a faint blush, the smile that adorned her lips unbidden and seemingly bashful. “And- and they were quite pretty.”

“Yeah… yeah, they are,” Sunset sighed. How on earth was she supposed to deal with this revelation? To make matters worse, it wasn’t just her; the Sirens had seemingly enticed them all by mere looks alone. Not a good look when one considered that such a thing had to be intentional; was it for malevolent gain, or just attraction that came with riches and fame? They’d always been lovely, but this new reunion seemed to have brought about a different reaction altogether. Something was up and she wasn’t sure if she liked it.

“Excuse me, ladies…” The voice of a man interrupted their excited chatter, one of the mansion’s staff providing a small bow as the girls turned to face him. “I’ve just been informed Miss Adagio and her sisters would like to see you. They currently await you on the back deck overlooking the gardens.”

She hadn’t expected events to transpire so quickly. So they’d been summoned for a purpose, had they? Sunset found herself biting her lip again, excitement clashing violently with unease somewhere in her stomach. Just what were those sumptuous Sirens up to?

“We- what are we waiting for?” Pinkie asked of them, looking at her friends as though they really had gone mad. “Come on, I wanna say hey! Do you think Adagio would give me her number if I asked? I know it’s silly but I wanna try-”

“Same,” Rainbow said. “Come on, might as well see what they want. That’s what we came here for, right?”

With different motivations in finding out why, yes, but the athlete’s words rang true all the same. Now would be the time when they discovered just what was going on- perhaps.

Escorted to the deck at the behest of their guide, the group of women traveled through the throng of people that celebrated the night with abandon. Escaping the now-pulsating interior of the mansion and out into the brisk cold of the mansion’s back deck, the deep dark well-illuminated by the lights that sprung from the exterior walls above and the sparks of color that gleamed from the garden below. Despite the chill in the air that promptly tinged her skin, Sunset saw them in the midst of a crowd of people, camera flashes and bright chatter emanating from their midst and signaling the end of their miniature journey.

“Oh my.”

Somehow, as though sensing the presence of familiar souls, out from the crowd of adoring fans came a trio of beautiful young women to greet them- and how all the more lovely had they become! No longer were they garbed in the colors of their holiday performance but now dressed in clothing of their own choosing, each enticing and lovely in their own way. Aria’s dark skin carried a new glow across her sleek form, a silver minidress with a deeply cut v-neck to expose what simple cleavage she possessed, falling to just a tinge down her thighs and giving the powerful girl a strong, confident look that was just as attractive as sensuality. And there at her side was Sonata, wearing a lace minidress the color of deep purple that left little to the imagination; bare skin easily seen through the fabric, a keyhole across the chest to allow sight of her decadent bust, barely coming to a halt at the edge of her buttocks- one wrong bend and Sonata would display it all, exactly the way she liked it. But then came the most glorious jewel in their number, Adagio striding forth with a dazzling smile that gleamed almost as brightly as the one-strap gown that clothed her, the color of wine and gleaming in the night. A high slit to reveal her silken legs, a ruched panel across her waist, the garment little more than a perfect contrast to the fair skin of its owner.

Sunset found herself aching at the sight of them, more than she could have ever imagine looking upon anyone. She loved her friends, desired them, but this sudden revelation of sensuality, of power, of beauty~! Though she thought herself alone in such thoughts –ones she found so wicked to her conscience- all her companions found themselves struggling with the same. They had grown up, grown older, and high school pettiness now seemed utterly pointless in the face of a much more pleasurable reality. This could be quite a night, if they could only loosen their tongues and find something to say.

It was a relief to see that at least the Dazzlings seemed to be just as tongue-tied. Aria held her breath and couldn’t even fully face their guests, a tightness to her features as she tried to summon speech. Sonata gazed at them with stars in her eyes, looking over each one of them in turn, but said nothing. Even Adagio, most proud and confident of them all, could only offer a weak smile until she found the strength of words that would be worth saying. The awkwardness of years gone by, genuine malice and effort brought against one another in righteous conflict, was now something so powerful.

But as always, a simple act of affection was all it took to break the spell. Pinkie, silent where she stood, could keep her squirming to herself no longer before giving a happy squee and leaping towards Adagio to take the sultry Siren in a fierce hug. “Ohmygosh, you girls were amazing!” Pinkie cried. “Thank you so much for the seats- and the invite, too! Your place is so cool, it’s been a blast already!”

The force of impact was enough to make the lovely women stagger. But before Adagio’s footing truly faltered she found herself, a bright smile overtaking the surprise and sending her into delights. As though a damn had burst, baker and beauty began chattering away excitedly like the old friends they’d never been, so swift to swap words that making sense of them was a loss. But it was enough to see the hesitancy shatter, each woman finding their mark and exchanging greetings. Sonata darted over to Rainbow and Applejack’s side and greeted them with enthusiasm, making no efforts to hide her ogling as she gave the two well-built women a thorough examination. Applejack caught wind of her intent and couldn’t help but blush; Rainbow became smugger than usual, content that someone seemed to understand.

Aria was slow to loosen her tongue, hesitantly shuffling towards Sunset as she and Fluttershy came to say hello. Was she nervous, fearful, or did anger burn in her heart even still? “H- hey,” Aria managed. “So, uh- umm.”

So she would have to make the first move. “You all really did sound great,” Sunset said, hand outstretched in an attempt at hellos. “Pinkie wasn’t joking; I can’t remember hearing anyone that good in ages.”

“Your dress is lovely, too,” Fluttershy breathed, her smile so genuine that it was enough to make even the bitter cold of the night seem warm. “I think it fits you.”

“Oh. Oh!” Aria seemed started at their words; had she expected wrath or suspicion from them? A fair assessment, in all reality. “Well- well, thanks. Umm, you two- you look really good.”

“Well, thank you, too. And thank you for the invite, it really is a nice place you have,” Fluttershy said.

They’d been so wrapped up in their own conversation that they hadn’t taken heed of those around them. Before any of them could give protest, the whirlwind of activity that was Sonata with her new compatriots was off like a shot, she held in between at the arm, into the crowd, and soon to be out of sight. “We’ll catch up later, OK?” The cheery Siren called. “Don’t wait up, you girls have fun!”

“Rainbow- AJ, wait!” Sunset hadn’t meant for them to get split up so quickly. They were supposed to remain as a group just in case! What if this was the end goal of the Dazzling’s plans after all?

“Well, there she goes,” Adagio sighed. “Told you she’d go for them. Sonata always loves athletes. But I think she has the right idea. Why don’t we go inside and find somewhere to catch up?”

Author's Note

I know it's a bit longer, but I like this.

Enjoy, I guess.

3. Flirtation

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.

4. Fun, Frolic, and Fire

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.

5. After the Afterparty

The luxurious abode was often a reek to the neighbors during the warmer weather. A mansion in an elite neighborhood constantly favored by the rich and powerful, yet somehow always a haven for constant sound and chaos that only the finest, most wild of festivities could bring about. To live even a half-mile near the resplendent residence was enough to ensure one could occasionally feel the thrum of bass through the wall and somewhere in the inner ear. If the reputation of these young women was not absolutely impeccable, someone of the neighborhood’s stature might have already complained.

The Christmas party came at a good time, truth be told; planned weeks in advance and neighbors given forewarning so as to be far away from such a bustling soiree. Pulsating sound, the endless chatter of people, and heaven knew what else would be constant deep into the night. There never had been a better time to be away for the holidays and this planned party was just emphasis of the fact. Yet deep within the dwellings of the brick palace was a party all its own, held within the grasp of earlier festivities and far more delightful to the owners of the resplendent mansion than any stature or name could hope to equal. And it might even be something worth bragging about.

Early in the morning when the sun had only begun to creep over the edge of the horizon, the hustling effort of numerous staffers came to the house and found it in desperate need of their touch. The effects of the seemingly boundless celebration were evident from the highest beam to the lowest ground in the gardens, all crying out and in need of rescue. The amount of work to be done would mean an arduous day, filth and refuse and whatever else requiring their attention before such a magnificent palace was put back to a respectable position. By the time the sun went down, not a soul who entered these magnificent dwellings would have even the slightest hint that such a powerhouse of a party had nearly overcome its halls. But six young women would carry the memory, for their actions were a festivity all in its own.

From deep places in the damp warmth, comfortable quarters that were kept lively and tangled, and even right in the thick of well-used chambers were the souls who had been restless and eager. Weariness had overtaken them in some way or another, even if their fervor for one another had been nigh inexhaustible. Atop pool chairs, draped across bedcovers, or even curled up together on the floor had been found to be suitable space for them to lie upon. Nothing had been forsaken after their magnificent, unrivaled passions had seen them all thoroughly satisfied. But then came the morning, sounds of activity or the pale light of morning filtering through and igniting their senses; the afterparty was over, and the real world would now have its way.

Applejack and Rainbow had been the first to awake; tussled beneath a somewhat soiled blanket and somehow satisfied with just a nearby throw pillow for their heads. When farmgirl locked eyes with athlete, the two shared a bleary glance as two and two were put together. At first, a start- then humor as such barriers no longer mattered.

“How you feeling?” Applejack asked.

“Sore,” Rainbow answered, bothering with a crick in her neck for emphasis. “You don’t mess around.”

“As if that’s not what you wanted,” came the teasing call. Applejack gazed down at the still-slumbering Siren that lay in between them with a greater softness in her gaze, grateful for her efforts; by her work she and Rainbow had been able to eliminate that pointless taboo that had seen them kept separate. Hopefully, wherever else the others had run off to, the results would be found the same.

“Should we wake her?” Rainbow inquired. “I mean, it’s still kinda early…”

“Your call,” Applejack answered as she took a sniff of her coverings before soon turning to naked body. Goodness, I reek! “I need a shower.”

“Yeah, me too, probably. And so will she, I bet.” A quick jostle of Sonata’s shoulder to see the buxom woman brought from deep dream and into the real world. “Hey, beautiful! You gonna shower with me or what?”

Sonata awoke slowly, but the incentive of a naked, wet Rainbow and Applejack was too much for her to resist. She moved with sluggish steps, needing aid for every inch of her body to be cleaned, but the whole thing may well have been an act meant to allow her further pleasure. After last night, any thoughts of her dim wit were long gone.

When the two found themselves back in the bedroom –and more thoroughly covered in clothing- the room began to slowly come alive with life and activity. A bell called for food and sustenance, coffee and biscuits soon brought up for them to enjoy. As the trio chattered together over steaming brew, the doorway opened and revealed a very soaked, still definitely naked group of young women in the form of Aria, Sunset, and Fluttershy; half-bashful, all three still holding hands, and Aria brimming with a confidence that looked more like her younger years.

“Where did you all go last night?” Sonata asked, taking note of wrinkled fingers. “Goodness, did you go down to the pool? What for?”

“Hot tub,” Aria answered. “It was… fun.”

“Well, there’s robes in the closet if you need ‘em. Go shower, you stink!”

Wherever Adagio and Rarity had dragged off Pinkie must not have been far for the sound of friendly chatter soon brought them back in. It was as though the enchantment from last night had yet to wear out, the trio of siblings so well-entwined with the six that any intimate familiarity was left to the wayside. Only comfort could be found.

“OK,” Sunset began, putting down her steaming mug of coffee and turning to face Adagio, “So I’m guessing last night wasn’t a… coincidence.”

The ever-confident Siren only smiled. “You thought it was a trap, didn’t you?”

“Was I wrong?”

Adagio laughed. “No, it wasn’t. We’d been trying to figure out a way to get you for a while. I hope you don’t mind.”

Sunset regarded her friends- and tried not to laugh at their expressions. They all seemed so comfortable this way, intermingled with beauty and loveliness that was both friend and once-foe alike. What had transpired last night that had seen them so deeply wound like this? If it was anything like what she’d experienced –and ensured others experienced- it couldn’t be anything but wondrous.

“Well, I got a question, then,” Applejack offered, mumbling through a mouthful of biscuits. “What now?”

“We hang out the rest of today, duh!” Sonata replied, taking the nearby pot to half-full mug and seeing it refilled. “Come on, we barely showed you around the house! Don’t you wanna know what it’s like in your new place?”

New place! The thought was alarming as it was exciting, more unexpected than anything else at all. “Hold on! What are you thinking, that’s a bit- what are you hoping for?” Sunset cried.

Sonata, ever-unfazed, only blinked. “That you stay here with us and we make this permanent,” she answered, her response so flat that it may as well have been obvious. “Don’t you want to? I want you to.”

“I mean- I do, but I can’t just-” Sunset sputtered, trying to figure out some excuse to make and not seem desperate. What was she supposed to say? Maybe she should just drop the act and let it happen. “Umm, so, last night- is that meant to be the norm, or-”

“We drew names out of a hat, totally random,” Adagio answered. “But if we wanna swap around over the next few days before you girls head back for college, I won’t say no. Aren’t we going to want to get to know each other?”

“So, last night…” Pinkie began; hesitant, fearful that her good fortune might not last forever. “We’re all- together? All of us, dating? Or something?”

The sultry Siren smiled over her the rim of her mug, answer already evident in her eyes before lips even chose to speak. “Oh, I sure hope so. A bit fat orgy every night sounds like a blast to me. How about you?”

Nine pairs of eyes looked about the room as food and sustenance were consumed for a little while longer. The offer lay before each one of them, waiting to be denied or fully welcomed; it need only be a single moment to see it all made final, one gesture or sound or glance that would make it so. And the three hosts could not cast the spell to see it done, only waiting on bated breath for answer that might be too incredible to ever be spoken-

“We’re making sure Twilight gets brought into this, right?” Sunset inquired.

“Oh, you’d better.”

Author's Note

I'm not sure how this worked. I feel like I never nailed the tone, or maybe the scope of it was too big for the idea to handle. I don't know.

Merry Christmas, my fellow nutcases. Hope you enjoyed, at least a little.