2. Love, Sex, Ecstasy, and Surprises
The whole room watched upon bated breath; the next few seconds were crucial, with only few to spare before the pause was set to end. There was a moment of time allowed for reprieves such as this was not something helped, even if the rules did allow it. Watching the man re-enter the batter’s box, however, saw the tension reignite and grow to a murderous crescendo; now the game was truly afoot.
Sunset was not a sports fan by any means, but even she kept her eyes on the TV. Knots were in her stomach; the cost for the game not going her way would be extraordinarily high, she had reason to be invested. And because she was invested, so were the three young souls that sat about her.
“We’ll make sure to pay you back, Sunset,” Sweetie offered. Of course she was the first to say something, more aware of the emotions of those about her. And it were not as if Sunset’s anxieties weren’t apparent to all. “Really, it’s not a big-”
“Not a chance, Sweetie,” Sunset said flatly. She may be dreading what might be about to befall her wallet, but she would not allow a solitary cent to come from these beautiful ladies. Especially since it hadn’t been their idea in the first place- or choice. For good or ill, what came next would be on her alone.
The pitcher took his stance, a strange grace about his mechanics as arm moved to ready itself; ball clasped in hand as it moved from the glove, a forward motion towards the batter that saw the beautiful orb of white released-
Screaming onwards, ball took contact from hardened wood and went flying, the whole room on its feet for only a fraction of a second before the slow return back to their seats. Only a foul ball, off down the third-base line and soon grabbed by the ball boy so as to be deposited elsewhere. The two-two count would remain for a little while longer.
“So, umm…” Scootaloo regarded the numerous empty bottles and glasses that sat before them on the table, their small little world of four only a fraction of what the sorority had managed to imbibe throughout the night so far. “Just how much of a tab-”
“Don’t say it.” Apple Bloom took notice of the twitching in Sunset’s face, just how anxiously their elder ‘sister’ was currently struggling. Best not to add to the strain further.
A new count, pitcher’s clock winding down into its final seconds. Windup came in its irregular, powerful motion as before as pitcher readied himself to send sizzling heat down towards his opponent for a fourth straight time-
Screaming across the inside corner, momentary flash of red within the dulled white- all that it took for the batter to push muscle into motion and send darkened wood forth. A swing, and so clearly a miss that the stadium behind him erupted in glorious sound. So to echoed the song of screaming girls that drowned out the louder and more numerous groans of the young men about them, delighted that their leader’s drunken bet had come to glorious fruition.
Drinks were free tonight!
Sunset was on her feet and cheering; she knew not a thing about baseball and cared for it little, but the $200 tab she and the girls had rung up wasn’t going to be on her! If that wasn’t a reason to cheer, nothing could! Scootaloo gave a howl and was on her feet with her, soon followed by her friends as they joined in the triumph. They may not have won victory on the field, but their eldest companion’s joy was there to experience also. It was time for celebration.
“Oh my gosh, I am so sorry for that,” Sweetie gasped. A quick glance down at the cocktails she’d accumulated before the knowledge of Adagio’s wager had reached her ears was mortifying, almost something to be eternally ashamed of. “I promise, we would’ve paid you back-”
“No you wouldn’t have. It’s alright, anyway!” Sunset replied, too alight with relief to allow the slightest monetary concern to be found. “Besides, you saw that! No reason to worry, I promise! Come on, one last round. One more! They were the ones that made the wager!”
Sweetie glanced over at the despondent –and horrified- fraternity they had traveled to the bar with and saw a menagerie of dulled faces. The weight of their drinks was a heavy thing in of itself, but would now be combined with the more heady trouble that the girl’s expensive cocktails had mustered. Wallets were to leave here far thinner than when they had entered, and all because of cockiness in the face of a sport’s postseason black magic.
“Is… wouldn’t that be kind of mean, though?”
“Hey, they offered,” Apple Bloom shrugged, already moving towards the bar so as to see their group of four more thoroughly imbibed. “Sunset, Sweetie, what you want? Another moscow mule?”
“Just a gin and tonic, please,” Sunset answered; vodka was what she enjoyed, but it was too late in the night to be drinking something that heavy.
“Make it two, please,” Sweetie said, stealing a glance at her elder Sister. “Oh, uh, Scoots-”
“Fat Tire again!”
“You got it.” Apple Bloom was off like a shot to the bar, happily strutting through the crowd and caring not for any that looked at her. Though she stood not the tallest nor the fairest, more than a few of the crowd took note of the redheaded girl’s brilliant bottom that was held within her jeans, a thickened sight of beauty that seemed to clap along with the sway of her hips-
Sunset knew she was staring and forced herself to ground in the hopes that she would look away. Gods, how had it been a month since she’d first become these beautiful girls’ mentor? One would think that was enough time to see her brought under control, to manage these emotions without being a horny trainwreck. But still did she catch herself gaping, lusting, longing- and even worse, all in sight of their actual sisters! It was almost as if she wanted to die!
“Sunset? You OK?” Sweetie took notice of the older woman’s transition to the despondent and immediately found cause for concern. “What’s wrong?”
“Huh?” She’d come too close to revealing herself. “Oh, sorry, I just… got melancholy for a moment. I’m fine.” She revived her smile, an easy task when looking upon the songstress’ lovely visage. Those kissable lips, so plump and red- “Don’t worry about me, I’m fine.”
“Yeah, you’d better be. The Astros got eliminated!” Scootaloo was the only one of their number to actually have been invested, mirroring Rainbow’s interest in professional athletics even outside her own world. “And free drinks to celebrate. I don’t see how tonight could get any better!”
If I could eat you until you screamed it’d probably get better, Sunset remarked mutely. She needed her drink to arrive quickly so that she might occupy herself.
“Yeah, it’s… I guess it’s not so bad,” Sweetie said, even as she gave the fraternity another look. “Poor guys. I know that must feel terrible for them.”
“It’s alright. It was all in good fun, even if it does cost them,” Sunset said gently. Sweetie’s kindness did her credit to no end, but there was no need to feel guilt of any kind. “I doubt Adagio and Woody are done trying to beat each other yet this semester. They keep trying to con the other.”
“Have they known each other long?” Scootaloo asked.
“Unfortunately.” The crimson-haired beauty still remembered their first screaming match, a drunken Adagio having to get dragged away by her sisters lest the mountain of a man remind her of her place. Tonight would surely not do their relationship any favors. “But hey, it’s not your problem. Be nice to Sig-Delta, even if they’re not nice to you. You’ve no reason to be unfriendly, you’re not Adagio.”
“And here we are!” Apple Bloom declared, returning to their seats with a quad of drinks in hand, two bottles in grasp alongside clear liquids within glass. “Two gin and tonics, and two Fat Tires. Here’s to free drinks!”
“And to Sunset, who was gonna buy us everything even if we’d lost!” Scootaloo added.
“And because she’s hot-”
“What?” Sunset blinked.
“Cheers, drink up!” Apple Bloom practically screamed, bottle to her lips and beverage within downed almost in a heartbeat. There was a heat in her face that had nothing to do with alcohol, a mirrored shade found in Sweetie Belle also. A perfect contrast to the paleness of Scootaloo’s cheeks.
Sunset wasn’t sure she’d heard that. She couldn’t have heard that, because that didn’t make any sense. And she had been steadily drinking for about three hours now, so that was as good a reason to doubt her senses as any. Besides, she wasn’t sure her aroused emotions could handle being called hot by her youthful vixens; she might just be drunk enough to try and make out with any one of them right before everybody. So she took to her gin and tonic and took a hearty swig, letting the earthiness of the alcohol rub against her throat as it went down.
Each woman was occupied with their drink for a bit, or at least Sunset heard no sound from them that indicated a continuance of conversation. She needed a reason to chill out and get a hold of her desires, something liquor was not going to aid her in. There needed to be an outside distraction that wasn’t one of their siblings, something that would alleviate this horrible pressure. Or she might just blurt out something stupid!
Sunset let the glass fall from her lips and she caught sight of Sweetie Belle gazing at her. those soft, heavenly locks that fell like streams of pale cloud about her soft face, sweet gaze dazzling like small flecks of light across the sky. And just a bit below, two wondrous, shapely breasts that were concealed just beneath a snow-white corset top. Gods, I wanna make out with her.
So the struggle was to be intrusive thoughts this evening. Sunset felt a chill on her neck, a coldness in her heart; she wasn’t quite sure that she was capable of stopping herself right now. She might actually make out with Sweetie, and Rarity was just the one booth over. What if she found them? Death for sure. Suck her tongue. Drink her dry.
Oh gods, those sweet lips were calling for her. She needed them upon her own and dreaded how the moment would come. It would be the signing of her death sentence, but how good it would taste! And then Scootaloo’s bright-pink tongue would add itself to the mix, wriggling alongside the joyful wetness that was Apple Bloom’s delectable treat. We’d all be so wet, just licking and kissing each other.
Murder of the most foul was about to befall her. Sunset needed Sweetie Belle, craved Scootaloo, absolutely had to have Apple Bloom! Forget being these girls’ mentor, she wanted to be their mistress! Forget self-control, forget the inevitability of her oblivion, she needed to make out NOW! Sunset put her drink down upon the table and found herself trembling as she leaned over-
A new figure slid in from the outside world and joined itself to their number, shaking Sunset from her terrified thoughts and ensuring her life would continue on. A young boy, a sophomore by the looks of the remaining youthfulness in his features, dressed in a dark-colored jacket and pants took the seat beside Sweetie Belle. He was not an unappealing thing to look upon, short hair kept neat and a curl of his lips that suggested a swiftness to smiling. But currently his features were red with liquor, his expression apprehensive. “Hey, ladies,” he said in a stammer.
“Oh. Hi!” Sweetie was quick in acclimating to this unexpected presence, the first of four smiles that was offered. “Oh my gosh, I’m sorry, we talked earlier tonight, right. It was- Chuck, you said?”
“Yeah. Yeah, it was!” The young man was left delighted at Sweetie recalling his name, though it seemed not to aid his current bout of nerves. “You’re Sweetie, right? I wanna make sure I remember it right, Woody was saying we’re going to Kappa Kappa’s Halloween party with y’all…”
“That’s right. That’s Scoots-”
“Hey!”
“- And that’s Apple Bloom-”
“Howdy.”
“And that beautiful angel is Sunset!”
The elder woman flushed, but still held her composure enough to offer the young man a smile. She possessed enough sense to understand the cause for his nerves, and the knowledge made her twinge with sympathy. He didn’t know what he was walking into in the slightest…
“Hey, nice to meet you. Look, Sweetie, umm…” Chuck was struggling, losing his nerve so close to the finish line. “So we’re all supposed to go to that Halloween party together, and since you’re our closest sorority, I was wondering if- umm, hell- we could make it a date thing instead of- of. Shit.”
Sweetie offered him a smile yet again, but not one of delight nor happiness. “Sorry, Chuck, I’m- you seem like a really sweet guy, but I’m not- I’m bi, but mostly just into girls. Sorry… sorry.”
The poor young brother gave a wince, but did not allow the setback to be his ruin; after all, the night had not been totally ruined yet. “Hey, that’s all good, I understand,” he said, “But if one of your friends was interested in that offer instead-”
“I just date women, bud,” Apple Bloom quickly cut in.
“Hardcore lesbian,” Scootaloo added. “Like, super into girls.”
Sunset knew his eyes were upon her, pleading for an exit from this nightmare that had suddenly enveloped him, but the offered shake of her head was to be no reprieve. The poor man had gone to bat and somehow been dealt four strikes in about the span of three seconds.
“Oh. Umm.” Chuck had no options for a graceful exit, all means of escaping his current shame burnt to a crisp and soon gone. Everywhere he looked was sympathy, but the outpouring of good feeling was not to his favor nor welcome when what he had longed for was robbed of him instead. “Well, uh, umm- OK, so it’s that kind of sorority- well, so you… you girls have a good night and I will go kill myself for being blind-”
“See the girl with jet-black hair sitting next to Adagio?” Sunset intervened. She couldn’t stand to see the poor man so clearly embarrassed, especially after having put himself out there so courageously. “Her name’s Raven. She’s nice.”
Chuck stared at her for a moment, mind still to stunted by rejection for the wheels to start turning. But then came the click, lights on within and his face was aglow with confidence once more. “Oh! Uh, thanks- Sunset, yeah, that’s right- you all have a good one.”
“That was really nice of you, Sunset,” Sweetie said as their temporary companion walked away. “Thank you, I felt horrible having to say no to him like that.”
“Raven will go with him, don’t worry. She likes shy boys, so it’ll be fun for her. And you were really nice in telling him no,” Sunset said. A stir of her drink and soon came a smirk; she shouldn’t say anything, but she also couldn’t resist. “So you all like girls, hmm?”
Scootaloo blinked. “Look who’s my older sister. Hell, look at me! I’m like a stereotype here.”
Sunset laughed and tried not to lean over and kiss her; these three ladies were enticing her too much already.
She was slow in getting herself ready. Not on purpose by any means, just a matter of how her evening unfolded. Being one of the many girls in need of the bathroom mirror meant that waiting in turn for whatever corrections or adjustments she wanted to make would have to take a while. The full-length mirror in her room was good for seeing her costume put to rights, but anything of the self required a touch-up here or there. Why she hadn’t eventually just settled for retrieving her make-up kit from the bathroom counter was a mystery beyond her knowledge- at least according to hindsight.
But then again… Sunset admired herself in the mirror, allowing the full effect of the outfit to fall upon her. “You certainly don’t look too bad,” she admitted with a grin.
She’d enjoyed the show since her first encounter with it back in high school. A slice of comfort food for her soul when left bereft in a magic-less, less fantastical world. To see a young woman her age be blessed with powers of the cosmic had been like a small trip back to home. Of course the beautiful redhead found herself leaning towards such a costume! The collar about her neck wasn’t really true-to-form, but it did add an appeal all its own. The low neckline that allowed greater reveal of her bust wasn’t accurate either, but the white gloves fit just right- as well as the pleated skirt that gave just enough hint of bottom. She was sexy and exciting, knee-high pink boots a perfect addition to the ensemble and gave Sunset the appearance of a beautiful, sensuous, and rather adventurous girl. “Perfect for tonight!”
The door to her room opened and through it came the vision of a ginger goddess- the fourth year in a row Sunset had set eyes upon her roommate and immediately known she was outclassed. The white teddy about her torso allowed for a lovely accentuation of her brilliant bust, the cape that fell from her waist and across her legs covered in gold leaves, with a simple belt of gold-colored rope to pair with the intricate tiara upon her head. Adagio somehow managed to show skin and yet carry a beautiful regality, a contrast that only she could mix together and turn into a raw magnificence. It was if the Grecian goddesses of old had come down to bless the otherworldly Siren with their mark of full approval.
Though she’d likely entered with the intent of appraising herself in the looking glass, Adagio was not so vain as to fully ignore her friend’s more risqué appearance. “Well don’t you look sexy!” She said, making sure to give such a thorough examination that Sunset found herself blushing beneath it. “I like the schoolgirl look- so daring for you! Trying to tempt someone, are we? You’ve certainly got me all hot and bothered.”
Sunset’s cheeks were most definitely red after such a comment, she turning away and trying not to let the Siren’s gaze lure her further. Adagio had a knack for vicious flirtations, a skill that could make anyone weak; besides, she hadn’t worn it for anyone particularly in mind. You couldn’t lie to a child.
“What are you supposed to be?” Sunset asked after she’d recovered herself, finding Adagio brushing her hair before the mirror. “Aphrodite, or something?”
The ginger beauty paused. “Who?”
“A goddess. Seriously?”
“Oh. Well, yes, I guess then!” Adagio remarked. “Although, it’s not really much of a costume for me, is it? I’m as close to one as a girl can be.”
“Of course. And how many acolytes do you have now?”
“Hmm… well, I lose track,” the Siren purred. She gave a slight look at her companion. “Wanting to worship again?”
“You wish,” Sunset jeered.
“Oh! That’s right- you’ve been turned smitten by a couple of freshmen cuties,” Adagio teased, eyes little more than slits. “I’m surprised you didn’t go with a sexy teacher look, you know. Heaven knows you want to educate them…”
More truthful and less fiction than she wished, so Sunset decided that any sort of reply would be unhelpful. Had Adagio rubbed off on her after all? Was that one drunken fling they’d had been enough to turn her into a permanently horny mess? She’d certainly become more openly sensuous since then; the only hope she had was that someday the fire would lessen and she might be able to behave more like herself than, than…
Well, whatever she was now.
“They going to meet you at the party tonight?” Adagio inquired, a voice so casual she hardly seemed interested in the very teasing she liked to inflict upon her friend. “I bet they’re thinking of all the ways they can seduce you. Tell me, how would you go about dating them? It would have to be hard to have three girlfriends at once, even if they’re friends. All that demand for private time…”
“How many people have you slept with in a week, by the way? Did you ever keep count?”
“No, too difficult. Besides, they’re only for fun. My heart belongs elsewhere,” Adagio sighed.
“I’m well aware,” Sunset said drily, “You do love what you see in the mirror every day.”
“Don’t be mad because you let me get away,” Adagio replied sweetly. “If you’d made a little effort, maybe you’d have been able to steal me away.”
“From your reflection?”
“Hmm!” The beautiful temptress gave a smirk and turned from her visage in the glass, satisfied with her fun as well as her appearance for the evening. “If you can’t figure it out for yourself, then I won’t tell you the answer. Now come on, your suitors are awaiting for you!”
Sunset had to take the moment to see herself collected. Gods, Adagio had ways of driving her up the wall! Just enough truth in every word so as to be able to sink teeth in a little deeper, just enough teasing to see her turned on. This woman was miserable to deal with even on a good day- but why did it have to be because she was right?! Sunset had spent most of her classes imagining a thousand different scenarios in her head: of how the girls would react upon seeing her costume, what sort of sexy outfits they themselves would have… how they would find some quiet, hidden space to passionately swap saliva together-
And every single one of those magnificent imaginings would come to an end when reality struck, the sight of any one of their siblings proceeding to kill her. Adagio had to know she thought this, and such thoughts would only incite her to be even more playful.
Outside came the sound of a delighted squeal, the likes of which Sunset rarely heard from the majestic Siren. When curiosity demanded she make an investigation, just at the top of the stairs stood Adagio with her sisters, both of them dressed as magnificently sexy angels. A clear intent to compliment one another with their eldest sibling in the mix, even the sullen Aria was not able to keep a smile off her face from the result.
“Sunset! Ohmygosh, look at us!” Sonata yelled, the skirt that fell from just below her ‘armored’ bodysuit flouncing up and down and revealing her panties just within; delicately put together, she was a being of white garb with the high-low hemline allowing her a small sense of purity amidst her sensuality- a perfect contrast to Aria’s darkened attire that spoke to might and a wicked tone of loveliness. Though not as well-endowed as her siblings, the fiery Siren’s angelic attire complimented her physique, as well as her finely-sculpted bottom. “Aren’t we just super sexy? Oh, and you’re super sexy, too! I think we’re probably the hottest sorority ever!”
“I… am inclined to agree with you,” Sunset said, too close to the vivacious Siren to not be infected by her constant glee. Dim and spacy as she so often was, Sonata was so prone to delight and happiness by even the slightest thing. Besides, her outfit was sexy, especially for a woman so petite and bearing such a body! Why couldn’t I be attracted to her instead? Sunset mutely bemoaned. I could fight her sisters and win, I at least know that.
“Don’t encourage her, she’s going to be like this all night if you keep her going,” Aria groaned. Always the complainer, words rarely used for anything but negativity, she could only make them seem so genuine in the face of her current good humor. An arm about Adagio and willing to bear her sister’s embrace about her waist, what venom she spat tonight was not going to fly very far.
“Aww, but I think you look sexy, too!” Adagio said, giving her sister’s side a playful squeeze. “Didn’t you ask me for help in picking out a costume? It was your idea we try to look like we’re tog-”
“Aww, it was? Aria, you never told me that!”
“Oh for heaven’s sake, both of you shut up!” Aria cried.
“Goodness, I can hear you from down here! Hurry up, ladies, we need to be going soon!” The call of Rarity’s voice came from down at the foot of the stairs, and likely at the perfect time. The squabbling sisters rarely missed an opportunity to bicker amongst themselves over trivialities.
“You heard the lady. Come on, let’s get downstairs and get this picture taken. I know we’re going to want to remember tonight forever!” Adagio’s wink couldn’t be missed, especially when Sunset knew it was aimed right at her.
Downstairs was a busy place, the rest of the sorority already dressed and awaiting their lead members to see them off. As per usual, Sunset found her three oldest friends near the door and adorned in various degrees of costumed sexuality. Applejack, more often the most subdued of them, had decided to pay heed to her heritage and saw herself dressed as a beer girl, a black-and-green dress with a short-length skirt that crept down only a tinge of her thigh to meet with dark leggings. A sharp contrast to more conservative approach for her chest, held behind a green bow and giving the farmgirl a strangely sweet appearance. In the perfectly polar opposite directions were Rainbow and Rarity, pushing themselves to the edge of propriety with their revealing outfits of a noir nurse and playboy bunny respectively.
“Seriously? Sailor Moon?” Rainbow grinned as Sunset walked up to join them, even though she was happy to give the redhead a hug in greeting. “You huge nerd, I can’t believe that’s what you chose!”
“That’s rich, coming from you,” Sunset said, eyeing the wet look of the athlete’s leather nurse uniform. Plenty of skin to be shown, thin lace leggings, and dark gloves to go along with the aesthetic. “I thought you said you were gonna be Daring Do again. What made you choose sexy as the theme?”
“Hey, I can pull it off,” Rainbow replied smoothly. “Come on, look at these abs, you could grind meat on these babies.”
“Always so humble, ain’t she?” Applejack remarked drily. “You would never know she eats Taco Bell for lunch every day.”
“Don’t act like I couldn’t pull off a sexy taco, too!”
“You certainly do look lovely, though, Sunset,” Rarity said. Distracted from her friends’ bickering by the sight of a new outfit, the seamstress admired Sunset’s attire and found it to her taste. “Just a hint of sexy- and such brightness! It’s a… a happy look, I think!”
“Thanks! And look at you, I bet no one’s going to be able to take their eyes off you tonight!” Sunset meant every word, especially when Rarity was one of the few who could rival Adagio for overall glamour. The outfit she wore was a standard bunnysuit the color white, but how she possessed the figure to pull it off! Smooth, beautiful legs that led up to a snowy corset, perfectly styled so as to showcase the upper portion of her beautiful cleavage, marked by the bunny ears that currently lolled atop her head. She was grace and loveliness that meshed brilliantly with raw sexuality.
“You’re too kind, darling,” Rarity said with a smile. “Tell me, darling, is someone on your mind tonight? I hate to accuse you of anything, but you’ve never really been the kind to dress up as something –well- alluring for Halloween before-”
“Come on, everybody! Picture time!” Sonata’s boisterous cry came through like the ringing of the arena bell, and not a moment too soon. The lively angel was beckoning for sisters both biological and no to join her outside, camera in hand so that their last fall semester together might be recorded in permanence. “Hurry up, tonight’s going to be a blast! I can just feel it!”
Pictures came and went, Sunset glad the youngest and most lively Siren was demanding perfection for each photo. Rarity had come too close to beginning an investigation into her behavior, especially when the answer was something she certainly wouldn’t like to hear. It was true that Sunset’s last few Halloween costumes had been on the more conservative side. To suddenly branch out with something as notoriously obvious as a sexy magic girl was, now that hindsight was applied, a clear red flag that something was amiss. The more time she was given to let the question flee from the fashionista’s mind, the better.
They walked as a sorority down the street, one of several lively young souls moving here and there across campus as thousands of their fellow students took to celebrations. The college would be rowdy tonight, with drink and hormones at dangerously high levels. Plenty of relationships would end and begin, chaos would reign and be reigned in, and more than a few would get into serious trouble. Sunset regarded her costume and wondered if she was making her way into trouble herself. So long as she stayed in the shallows, no beast could bite.
“I’m sorry that we were interrupted, darling.” Rarity turned from her conversation with Adagio to whisper quietly to her friend, again giving the fiery woman’s appearance an appraisal. “But I really do wonder… is someone on your mind?”
And so much for that hope. “What makes you say that?” Sunset inquired, doing her best to keep her voice from betraying a tremor.
“Well… you’ve never tried to dress as something sexy before, darling,” Rarity admitted. “I must say, it fits you wonderfully, you always were so lovely, but- you’ve never tried to do a single thing about it. I just wondered if someone’s caught your eye, and you’re… trying to catch theirs.”
Sunset smiled and said nothing, hoping that the allure of mystery would be enough to allay any further questions. Rarity was nosy as any lady could be, and had a particular habit of deducing the truth when given even the slightest hint.
The sound of music filtered down the street to meet them long before the fraternity came into sight, pulsating beat strong as it pushed through cold air. Beneath the layer of heavy, man-made roar was indistinct chatter of those who had arrived before: laughter and shouts, genial voices in the midst of their evening that had only just begun.
“I’m surprised someone hasn’t tried to shut them down yet if they’re this loud already,” Rarity murmured; party-partial as she was, a particularly loud scene wasn’t to her tastes unless true inebriation had settled in. “Goodness, what have they been up to?”
“Oh, don’t be all lame already! We’re going to have so much fun!” Sonata’s cheery cry countered her worries with a delight on her face.
“And it looks like our pledges are waiting for us just outside, too,” Adagio said, pointing to a group of rather tightly bunched young women who had not yet entered the fraternity’s courtyard, talking amongst themselves and shuffling about with the nervous air of one who knew not if they yet belonged.
“What is… she wearing…” Applejack peered through the gloom and into the group of girls, eyes peeled for her sister as familial instinct tried to kick in. Eyes narrowed as she caught sight of something amiss. “Oh for heaven’s sake-”
“What?” Rainbow, more interested in making sure passers-by saw her streamlined physique, paid not a lick of attention to what lay before her, alerted only to some ill intent by the farmgirl’s cry. “Something wrong? It’s not Scoots, is it?”
“Looks like all of ‘em to me-”
“Ah-ah! None of that, now!” Adagio said, a wicked smile on her face as she came to life and gave orders. “She’s not your pledge to mentor, you know! If Sunset’s fine with it, then she’s done nothing wrong! Don’t try to be a spoilsport!”
“Besides, she’s an adult, you lamebrain,” Aria added. “She can do what she wants. Stop trying to play ‘Mom.’”
Applejack scowled at the remark and turned to Sunset as though hoping for support.
Sunset, however, held no desire to see this fight increase, especially when it sounded like one of her prayers was being answered. “What?” She demanded. “I mean- Aria’s not wrong, she is an adult. Don’t try to ruin this for her.”
The blonde scowled even further, a layer of emotion beneath her displeasure rippling and threatening to break the surface. Mouth opened to speak out but would only slowly close instead as she was forced to accept defeat, at least for the time being. “I’m not being lame.”
The two groups of women became one as elder sisters found their pledges, a happy gathering unfolding before the doors of Kappa Kappa, small moment of mingling coming to life as newfound friendships continued to grow, perhaps even flourish. The atmosphere within their sphere was a charged thing now that the festivities were to truly begin, the younger ladies put more at ease amidst the safety of familiar faces that promised them a good evening in store; voices were rising, the flash of photos was scattered across their number, and more than a few were quick to enter into the courtyard so that they might join the fun.
Only one group stood out as more comfortable together- Sunset sought out the sight of her three darlings but was instead found by them, once-crusaders rushing forward to give the beautiful redhead a fierce embrace.
“Oof! It’s- wow, it’s good to see you, too! How long have you been waiting?” Sunset asked.
“For ages, Sweetie wanted us to get here early just in case you all decided to move a little quicker,” Scootaloo answered. “She was all scared you’d be mad if you showed up late!”
“I was not!”
“It’s fine, really! Like I could be mad at any of you!” Sunset replied; only now did she clue in that her arms were still about the young women and keeping them close to her form. The feel of their smooth skin, the sight of them just in reach of a lip-lock…
Apple Bloom was the first to take notice of their mentor’s appearance, eyes turning bright as she realized what currently adorned her fair figure. “Wow, look at you! I know that show!”
“Wait, you do?”
“Yeah, Sailor Moon! I used to stay up late watching that show in middle school, actually,” the young girl said, wriggling free of the embrace so as to appraise the redheaded woman better. “And… I think you look better than she did, actually.”
Oh gods, don’t blush! Sunset tried to keep the color from her face but couldn’t have even tried to stop herself. She had waged a war with herself over this outfit, wondering if trying to attract these vixens was even a good idea in the first place. But now that it had worked~! “You like it?”
Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo joined their companion in giving their mentor a thorough examination: from the pink boots that ran up her shapely legs to the barest touch of plush bottom that peeked out from beneath the skirt, her lovely chest and the resplendent features that rested beneath her flowing air- all of it found most satisfactory as they gave her a thumbs-up.
“Super hot,” Scootaloo affirmed.
“Like…” Sweetie Belle seemed to struggle with herself for a moment. “Really… really, sexy!”
She knew her face had coloured, knew she was likely under watch by at least one of their siblings, but Sunset was tickled all the same. “Aww, thank you so much, you girls are great! And you look- oh wow.” Too intent on the praise of her desirable darlings had she been to take note of what currently adorned their flesh- or lack of, it would seem! Sunset gawked as she took in the three girls she craved: a trio of gorgeous princesses, only far more enticing than ever before in their sultry garb.
Scootaloo bared her toned, smooth stomach with a pink-and gold crop-top covering her smaller bust while still allowing some peek of cleavage to be revealed, soft-pink garters bound to pink panties and a peplum skirt that paired well with her colored heels and arm-length pink gloves. A yellow bra top and high-waist panties concealed Apple Bloom’s assets, though the pick-up skirt did little to conceal her marvelously sculpted bottom, all of it tied together by yellow gloves and softly colored garters that went up her thigh. Sweetie’s soft-blue crop-top offered little coverage of her ample chest, tiny panties with garter bottoms that led down to snow-white garters and matching heels with a black choker about her neck adding a touch of edge to her sweet appearance.
“What do you think? Pretty hot, right?” Scootaloo smirked, perhaps taking note of Sunset’s slow movement to speech. The three girls went arm-in-arm and stood before their mentor, showcasing their finest features so that she might give them a thorough examination. “Sexiest princesses you’ve ever seen! Admit it!”
Scootaloo was known for being boisterous- too much so. Sunset felt the burn of more than one pair of eyes on the back of her head and she forced herself to ignore it. She couldn’t look, wouldn’t look. In fact, why look? These gorgeous, sexy babes were begging for her to think they were hot! Perhaps she couldn’t tongue them in front of everyone, but she certainly could give her approval.
“Without a doubt,” Sunset said, her answer met by smiles of delight. “I bet nobody takes their eyes off you tonight! What made you choose a princess look?”
“I wanted to show off,” Scootaloo answered. “Athlete’s bod deserves it!”
Figures.
“And I wanted to do something kinda sexy, since- you know. Halloween and all,” Apple Bloom added, a small glance elsewhere before returning back to her mentor.
Does NOT figure.
“And I liked the idea of it being something kind of sweet, too. And… I always liked Cinderella,” Sweetie finished with a blush.
Gods, I have to kiss her.
“Is… we don’t have to pay for anything tonight, right?” Scootaloo asked, looking over her shoulder to the gathering that carried on within the courtyard’s domain. “I was hoping to have a few drinks tonight.”
Sunset shook her head. “Already paid for, it’s what we used some of our sorority funds for,” she said. “Besides, don’t worry. Everything would be on me tonight, anyway. Have as much fun as you want!”
“You’re the best, Sunset!” Apple Bloom said.
“Definitely. Thank you so much,” Sweetie said. To the older woman’s side did she come, putting her arm about her in a side-hug. “You’ve been so nice to us, and we really appreciate it.”
“Of course! Anything you for you,” Sunset said- and promptly cursing herself for doing so, even if she did not wish to let go of the beautiful woman in her arms. “Well, let’s- come on, let’s go in!”
Into the throng did they march, arm-in-arm and side-by-side; Sunset found herself bound to them and unable to depart even if she wished, Apple Bloom taking residence on her left-hand side and keeping her there, Scootaloo as their right-hand edge and gladly bound to Sweetie. Perhaps it looked strange, perhaps even part of her wished to escape the scrutiny that she knew was upon her, but Sunset was afforded no chance to wriggle away. And even if she felt a niggle of guilt, her arousal was back in full force and delighted in the feel of these girls that seemed to adore her.
A small pinch of her bottom. By Apple Bloom, of all people! Ooh, the sheer cheek of her. If only Sunset didn’t delight so much in pinching her back.
The party was going well. Splendidly, even. In fact, she knew it was indisputable that this Halloween party was probably one of the best she’d ever attended in all her life, and would go for years on end without ever hoping to be matched. The atmosphere was cheerful and energizing, just enough of an eerie vibe while still catering to the playful mischief that came with the holiday. Everywhere her eyes drifted, she could see a menagerie of costumes of all kinds, from the elegant to the sweet to the sensuous; everyone was in a fine mood, happy to indulge in the day even more without a worry for what came tomorrow. The world was good, would continue to be good, and would never cease to be so.
Sunset was also fairly sure she was just a little drunk. Not excessively drunk perhaps, but just enough to know her view of the world was probably a little biased at the moment. Extremely cheerful company, however, was helping to exacerbate the matter. Nestled in a back corner of the courtyard where none could bother them, the four lovely beings had found themselves deeply woven into intimate conversation, glad to be close together- perhaps even allowing a few secrets to spill.
“Wait- you slept with Adagio?” Sweetie Belle seemed the most astonished by this proclamation, gaping at her elder sorority sister with an astonishment that was almost a horror. “Oh my gosh, I- when? How did that even happen?”
Sunset normally wouldn’t ever admit to the event; she wasn’t even sure Rarity knew it had transpired and she’d pined after the singing beauty for an entire semester. But with more than a few drinks in her, as well as a few in her companions, an entire conversation surrounding their most surprising secrets had found its way into their midst- and thus, her deepest held yet had wormed its way out. Something she’d never truly intended to say, but heaven’s sake- they didn’t even believe her!
“Why is that so surprising?” Sunset asked, a frown upon her lips for the first time this evening. The shock on this lovely girl was almost insulting. “I’m not ugly, I’ve got game. What makes it such a shock?”
“I just- well, it’s not you,” Sweetie said. “It’s- well, Adagio, it just surprises me.”
“What about Adagio?”
Sweetie traded a few glances with her oldest companions for a moment. “Nothing, I guess,” she said after a while. “OK, so you and Adagio had sex.”
“Was it any good?” Apple Bloom inquired.
Sweetie gasped and covered the flush of her cheeks with her hands, cocktail glass just enough out of her hands so as not to spill. “Apple Bloom! Ohmygosh, you can’t just-”
“Of course she was, look at her,” Scootaloo remarked, gesturing towards Sunset in totality. “Does that look like an amateur to you?”
“That’s more like it,” Sunset purred in delight. She leaned in close to the tomboy for a kiss but hesitated just enough to see the smallest space remain, the two settling for only a shared giggle. “It was… really good, actually. Dagi feels great. It was just a one-time thing, though; was- pretty drunk.”
“You didn’t catch feelings?”
Sunset shook her head. “Your sister sure did, though. She and Dagi had one night together and Rarity kept going back in the hopes for more.”
Sweetie Belle looked like she’d been slapped in the face. “Rarity! She slept with Adagio, too!”
“Said it was because she was lonely and missing someone, at least at first,” Sunset said. “But Dagi’s a bit of a bug; you wanna scratch that itch. Rarity took a bit longer than me to get over it.”
Sweetie snorted. “Serves her right.”
“Jealous?” Scootaloo teased.
“Oh hush,” Sweetie countered. “I’ve got nothing to say.”
The remark only made her companion laugh. “She likes girls older than her,” she explained- and earned a swat for revealing so. “Always has. It’s annoying, really.”
“Oh gosh, don’t sleep with Dagi, too,” Sunset begged. Too close to revealing her own affections, the thought of that primped little brat stealing one of her girls was unbearable. “I just told you, she’s like a bug, you’ll take ages to get rid of her. And she’ll never sleep with you again, I promise.”
“Huh? No, I don’t like Adagio,” Sweetie insisted, a lighter look to her features as she said so. “No, like- no.”
“Besides,” Apple Bloom grinned, “I think Dagi’s got her interests elsewhere.”
Now that was a guess to make, considering that Adagio wanted a bodycount rather than a boyfriend. “And what makes you say that?”
Apple Bloom opened her mouth to speak before resigning herself to nothing. “Forget it,” she said. “Doesn’t matter.”
It was a rather awkward silence after, though not something excruciating. The joyful feeling of the party could not be so easily dissipated by strange words, and the four girls simply enjoyed their corner of the courtyard in peace, sipping at cocktails and alcohol alike until they felt keen on speaking yet again. Sunset hoped she was the most ill at ease; these three vixens fed off her attitude, and woe to her if she ruined this night for them. Those sweet, sexy beauties deserved to have their first year of college be as fine a time as could be.
“Sunset?” Apple Bloom piped up.
“Yes, babe?” Was the reply.
“Why-” The young girl paused to let slip a giggle. “Why don’t you have a girlfriend?”
Was it an unusually personal question? A bit, but Sunset delighted in everything these girls did; answering didn’t feel so terrible. “I just… don’t right now,” she answered. “You know, I just- I like what I like, and I’d want to keep it. Just hasn’t really been here for me to take.”
“So you’re, like, available right now?”
Ooh, the cheek! Sunset grinned at Apple Bloom and said, “You interested?”
“Well,” Apple Bloom remarked, “you are super hot. I like that.”
“Hey!” Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle were on their feet and upon their friend in an instant uprising of displeasure, not taking to this outbreak of affection in the slightest.
“What? Why am I the bad guy?” Apple Bloom asked, Sunset giggling behind her all the while.
“You said we’d all ask together,” Sweetie said, her pretty features all pouty. “And then let her make up her mind, that it would be fair.”
“Then ask now,” Apple Bloom said simply. “Jeez, this ain’t hard.”
“You still broke the rules,” Scootaloo said. “Lamebrain, that’s not right. We promised.”
Apple Bloom seemed to take that matter to heart, pondering her friend’s words for a time. “Well… I guess. Yeah.”
“So you gonna say sorry?” Sweetie asked.
“I’m sorry, girls,” Apple Bloom said. Rising from her seat beside the older beauty, she came to her friends. The three were close now, the young farmer girl putting her arms about her friends as they did the same. “I guess I got a little excited, that’s all.”
“It’s alright,” Scootaloo said- and gave a glance over at Sunset, who seemed to be enjoying the show while being rather in awe of it. “I don’t really blame you. Sunset’s just super sexy.”
“She really is,” Sweetie assented. “But you need to make it up to us for asking her out first.”
“Is- is there anything I can do?” Apple Bloom asked of them. Her face shone with desire to rectify her mistake, clearly displeased at being at odds with her oldest, dearest friends. “I wanna make it up to both of you.”
“Kiss and make up?” Sweetie suggested sweetly.
“Kiss and make up,” Scootaloo echoed. “Pucker up, AB!” And before Sunset’s eyes did the three girls lean in and bind themselves in a union of lips, each pausing to grant a kiss to the other; first Apple Bloom and Scootaloo, then she and Sweetie, and then Sweetie and Scootaloo simply because they could.
But then they did not stop. Instead, Sweetie kissed at Apple Bloom’s neck while Scootaloo gave the redheaded farmer’s lips a good pucker, Apple Bloom pulling her buxom friend into the fray so the three of them could share a kiss together. Lips were not enough, delicate pressings of tongue creeping into the coquettish affair and making their sweet world something decadent; just gentle teasings, slight and tentative touches as slicked muscle found its mates. Apple Bloom let a hand rest upon Scootaloo’s perky breasts while Sweetie’s massaged the tone stomach just below, Scootaloo right in between and giving her two friends a good squeeze of bottom. And then came further flickerings, closer presses, deeper touches of body and mouth as they enjoyed their kisses, wet droplets beginning to fall from their lips as might of satisfaction roared within them.
A slow, sweet breaking of their fellowship came to be, allowing Sweetie to turn to their audience of one and give a wink. “Won’t you join us, Sunset?” She said oh so sweetly. “Pretty please?”
The whole argument had been a sham. Meant to garner her attention, meant to assure she paid attention to nothing else. Despite being younger, less experienced, the three girls she’d craved had shown themselves to be wiser in the ways of women than she. And Sunset, panties currently soaked from the sight of her three darlings making out for her to see, was their prize for the night. They’d dressed slutty for her, pretended to fight over her, and now kissed for her; their mentor was the girl they wanted, and they were even willing to share so long as they got her.
And Sunset was all too eager to be taken right in, glad to lean and see their group of waggling tongues turned into a quartet. Oh, finally! She could have these girls, lick them and feel them, be enjoyed by them in turn! The tart sweetness of Apple Bloom’s lip gloss, the smoothness of Scootaloo, the plump cherry of Sweetie Belle- now all mixed into one, the heavenly sensation of three tongues upon her own~! Sunset was dying, at least given relief- and now made inflamed all the more.
“You wanna get out of here?” Sunset asked. So fast to ask for her plea, escaping from her kisses and knowing she likely still had plenty of saliva strings upon her lip. “We can use my bedroom.”
“Oh god, took you long enough,” Scootaloo said. “Come on, take me for a ride!”
“You only had to say so,” the sweet redhead said with a smile.
“Can I eat your ass?” Apple Bloom said swiftly.
“I’ll be up front,” Sweetie chimed in.
“Anywhere you want. As much as you want,” Sunset said, adding one last kiss and sending her three heartthrobs to giggling. “Follow me, now.”
She had meant to depart from the fraternity unnoticed, particularly by the three actual sisters who could claim kinship to the girls she was about to ravish. Doubtful was it that they would allow for such a thing to transpire, no matter what lie she tried to offer; they’d planned to be here all night. But just before she could exit the courtyard entrance and be lost in the darkness, Adagio and her sisters walked by, arm-in-arm and clearly making departures of their very own.
“Oh! Sunset!” Adagio took note of her friend’s current company, as well as their current state. Arousal was one thing that never escaped her notice, her eyes keen for the sight of it. “Oh my…”
“Don’t you dare-”
“Heavens, like I ever would,” Adagio said, laughing amongst her sisters and ensuring they too enjoyed the joke. “Well… I was about to head back to my room, but I see you’re busy. Why don’t I… find a nice hotel room, hmm?”
Sunset stared at Adagio, at her sisters, and then down at her disbelieving paramours. For Adagio to actually allow her this grace was stunning; granting her the right of the entire bedroom for their frolic was practically unheard of.
“Uh- thanks, Dagi,” she managed.
“Have fun, girls!” The three Sirens called, soon out in the street still bound to one another, lost to the darkness and gone from sight with only a few seconds put to use, leaving Sunset and her darlings all the time in the world to return to their home and enjoy themselves.
It took little time for them to return to the sorority house. Had Sunset only sauntered here? The walk was a swift one, perhaps because so eager were they to enjoy the presence and taste of one another. More than once did they have to pause and see each other kissed- whether Sunset be involved or not, the four women would have to cease their movements and demand a liplock for a moment or three. Yet still did they find themselves in the comfortable corner that was Sunset’s bedroom, a world quiet and kept away from the excitement that was the holiday.
Sunset had believed throughout that because she was older, she was in control. That time and mind gave the ability to control the world about her and see the actions of others kept in check. But it only took a moment after her arrival back home to realize she had never been in control, nor ever would be; her three sweet girlfriends had managed to keep her unsuspecting all the way to the very end, and now would they feast on her- in every dripping, delectable way.
How horrible.
They practically burst into her room with the force of a cannon, each of them a giggling, flush-faced being that was filled with energy by the prospect of what was to transpire. Sunset could only look upon her three princesses and hunger, each one of them uniquely delicious to her eyes. Scootaloo’s toned body, AB’s fat butt, Sweetie’s sumptuous breasts~! She wanted to ravish them and yet wanted to do so while their costumes remained on. Gods, such a quandary.
The three young beauties allowed their elder paramour to dictate little in the early moments. Rather than waiting for her word, they held her to the edge of her bed and pawed at her body greedily, Sweetie holding her fast with a flurry of kisses.
“I think she needs to lose that costume, don’t you, AB?” Scootaloo inquired. Most furiously hungry of their number, she eyed the lavish body of Sunset with no small desire.
“I dunno, I kinda like it,” Apple Bloom remarked, giving the Sailor Moon costume and additional lookover and awarding it a grin. “Wanna just take her panties off? She’s wearing a skirt.”
“That sounds fun. Sunset, that sound good?”
The redhead beauty, more preoccupied with lavishing love on Sweetie’s fat tongue, barely managed to offer more than a muffled sound of assent. The feeling of her panties being brought down to her ankles bothered her not, especially when those she cherished were the ones to adore her. But then again, why was she bothering with the feeling of clothes being taken away? Sweetie Belle was kissing her, licking her, slobbering away in her mouth. The two women were entwined by the lips and gracing one another with every ounce of slobber they could gift, happy to coo and moan and breathe each other in. Kissing was not overrated, Sunset decided. Not as long as the partner was so decadently tasty as Sweetie!
“I love you girls,” Sunset managed, her voice arriving as though from a haze, too sappy from happiness to be sensible. “You wanna get married?”
Sweetie giggle at the remark. “How about we sleep together first, silly,” she said, pulling at Sunset’s top and seeing naked breasts laid bare. “Don’t you wanna make sure we’re worth it?”
“I’ve already made up my mind.”
“Aww, you’re wonderful,” Sweetie proclaimed, and so deep did she kiss her love that Sunset’s tongue became ensnared in her grasp and was given a wondrous suckling. If there was an ounce of her breath that was supposed to be allowed to fly free, the young beauty upon her mouth did not allow it, slurping away so delightedly that she nearly stole every ounce of oxygen from her older lover’s lungs.
Sunset had meant to lead this strange scenario; sure, three was a bit different from one, but she could head the charge. But gods above, who on earth was supposed to resist this? The feeling of plump lips about her tongue was joyous enough on its own, sweet suckings of saliva and flesh to make one moan. But below… oh god, below! The open pluckings of her flower that Scootaloo provided weren’t gentle. Considering who was her elder sister, how was this a surprise? Ferocious ravishings by both tonguework and fingerwork were making her squirm against the pleasantry. Perhaps Scootaloo did not have finesse, but what she lacked was made up for in sheer willpower. Sunset was to be pleasured? She would see it done in spades.
But little did that pixie-cut beauty know she was in a race to achieve first place. From behind, and quite literally so, Apple Bloom had decided that her lover’s buttocks needed a thorough washing. Perhaps it was her own fluffy bottom that made her long for such an asset so deeply, or perhaps she simply admired that sweet tush for what it was. But Sunset’s center was being thoroughly cleaned by her happy tongue, seeking out that singular shuddering that always came when her sweetest spot was ravished. One lick, two, followed by several- she was going to devour Sunset’s ass if exhaustion did not prevent her!
“Oh… fuck,” Sunset managed, her tongue twirling about with Sweetie’s in their sloppy duet. Ravaged from every source possible, her mind was struggling to keep up with the overload. One was pleasurable, two was palpable- three was extreme. Considering that was the most experienced of their number, keeping herself from letting loose right at the start was suddenly becoming a challenge.
“You’re not struggling already, are you?” Sweetie asked, seeming to give a giggle as she found her paramour drifting away. “Come on, now; the night’s still young!”
“I know, but- mmm- you taste so good,” Sunset said, forcing Sweetie to offer up her tongue for a good dribbling of saliva. A few more spatterings, one last drizzle, then a sucking of her own did she offer upon that sweet, pink morsel. Ooh, the flavor~! “I love you…”
“We- mmph- love you, too,” Sweetie purred. She meant not to use such words as a call, but her pleasing tonguework was suddenly found to not be alone; Scootaloo and Apple Bloom rose from their delectable perches and came to join in the frolic, two becoming four and seeing salivating worship executed properly. Sunset’s saliva needed more than one outside source to be made perfect- why not add threefold? A slickened lick from Scootaloo, dripping with sexual fluids, bringing a creamy taste to the drink; Apple Bloom’s tart tang had yet to fade, now given only a hint of something new.
“You’re going to stay with us, right?” Scootaloo said- and adding a kiss to that fat tongue for good measure.
“Forever and ever,” Sunset moaned. Oh, she could taste all of them at once- yet so unique all the same!
“You promise?” Apple Bloom pressed, a gentle tickling of tongue flowing into her lover’s mouth.
“God, yes! Please!” Sunset would have begged for it at this point, so desperate for her wild arousal to be made satisfied that her very soul could have been given up in a heartbeat. When their united, decadent love came upon her mouth, she felt her slit gushing from the pleasure; she had to be taken, here and now.
“Sweetie?”
“Yes, Scoots?” Sweetie asked all too innocently.
“You mind, umm… cleaning her up down there?” The toned woman requested, retreating from her mouth worship to take note of their paramour’s current flow. “I think she wouldn’t mind.”
“That ass is mine, thank you,” Apple Bloom growled.
“Don’t worry, I don’t mind a front-row seat,” the songstress said, coming to her knees before Sunset’s flowing folds and finding their scent delightful. “Oh Sunny?”
“Uh-huh?” Sunset was in a haze, despite her best efforts to the contrary. These girls were in total control of her, forcing her to bend to their every will- and somehow that included her own pleasure as well! How was she supposed to focus when her mind could barely tolerate the smallest thought?
“You’ve got thirty seconds to make Scootaloo cry,” Sweetie Belle said cheerfully. “Think you can do it?”
“Wha-”
“Hey, that’s too short a ride,” Scootaloo protested; already putting a leg into Sunset’s grasp, the tomboy made sure her displeasure was known long before anything could begin down below. “Give me a minute or two to enjoy her, will ya?”
“That’s hard. You know how bad I’ve wanted this?”
“Oh my god, I love you girls…” Sunset said weakly; cradling Scootaloo in her arms was an experience she hadn’t known she needed so badly. She could smell that slit, feel its heat-!
“Don’t disappoint her now,” Sweetie said, and in so deeply did she dive that Sunset was at first left staggered by the ferocity. Her tongue was so exquisitely long, sliding in between folds as though that were its natural place, plucking here and there to see that every nerve was made satisfied. One rub deep in the center, another all about her pearl- then everywhere, somehow all at once! She was a maestro in the realm of the cunnilingus, enough to make the older woman’s knees weak.
And then Apple Bloom~! Pushing in so deep, rimming as though the art form had been designed by her own mouth alone. She could rush along the edge, pluck deep within, touching every inch of pungent flesh that could be found and seeing it shudder- this farmgirl who had once appeared so sweet and innocent was making an effort that surely not even the gods could match.
Sunset knew she was supposed to fight against this tide; Scootaloo’s satisfaction depended on it, and how badly did she want this pixie goddess to love her. But how was one supposed to concentrate on gifting happiness if this was how she felt? Tongues penetrating her every which way, poking and plucking so deep that she may as well cry; god, it was too much to take in. Such pleasure would have to be used as fuel for the fire, lest the slightest spark was what put her ablaze.
The symphony of their united movements, condensed into the body of Sunset whether it be by action or reaction, made them into something brilliant. The ferocity of skill that consumed her folds was something excellent, finding each individual node of sense and seeing it rendered dumb by pleasure as Sweetie consumed her. The delicate licking below made her feel as something never before; was she prey, a feast, some being made to be devoured by pure passion? Each new tonguestroke seemed to find something new down there, places even her own fingers had never managed to find; what of her own form could there be that she hadn’t known- yet Sweetie now found? Mouth and mouth alone seemed to be adequate, capable of rendering her mad; one lick in between, a heavy slick all around the center, a full lathering of her pearl that made her positively squeal~!
Sunset knew she was at these girls mercy, but she didn’t quite care; see them married to her name before week’s end, or else she was going to die. What she felt from both behind and before was excruciatingly delightful, the affections of Sweeite and Apple Bloom something horrendous- yet wonderful! Spurred by the feelings below, the radiant heat of Scootaloo’s own slit causing her own features to dribble. At first, she’d been hesitant; this young woman was almost as proud as her elder sister, determined to be the last woman standing even in a crowd. If Sunset put all her skills to use and saw her ravaged in the manner of seconds, what sort of defense would she have left for the mighty athlete? Buts gods above, the pleasurings of her own body were pushing her to seek out any and every distraction. If she didn’t make Scootaloo suffer the fallout of her ecstasy then this would be a short excursion- and one she would never be able to get over! Arms were ragged from keeping Scootaloo afloat, but she had to see it done; a thorough ravaging of licks across every inch of dribbling flesh she could find, intent on finding that sweetest spot to ensure a delectable finish.
A moan; oh god, from whom? Sunset wasn’t sure it hadn’t come from her. It could have been either one of them, a sound born of desperation or satisfaction that sounded oh so similar. Hell, it could have been both; Apple Bloom’s thorough dining wasn’t allowing her much room to squirm, especially when Sweetie had her cornered from the front. Had Scootaloo’s joyous notes finally entered the fray? She pleaded it were so. The heat she felt within was enough to melt ice, far more potent than what currently poured onto her face; if she managed to see Scootaloo ravished first, then perhaps she could surrender to the heavenly lickings that cut at her below. And then a little break, a reprieve! She could steady herself before restarting the frolic with her beloveds yet again-
Oh god. There was a creaking within. It wasn’t fair, not in the slightest. Why did she have to be the one who now teetered on the edge? Sunset was doing her best; Scootaloo’s pleasurable flower was being made all the more puffy with every new lick she gave, the trickle she’d first possessed becoming something steadier. But Sunset was fading, cowering in the face of her agonizing delights. She was supposed to keep going? How?
“Sunset..?” Scootaloo found her voice amidst the gasping. Holding tight to the rosy colors of her paramour, she forced herself to work against the offerings of affection that came from in between her legs. A fighter to the end, but Sunset was a maestro; she was supposed to stand against this somehow and not falter; what a delightfully horrible proposition. “You alright?”
Sunset, too intent on the outflow of her young lover’s folds, answered not in the form of words but instead with a new lathering of tonguework across the pearl of her sweet lady. Forget any sort of formality or exploration, there would be another time. That decadent flavor was for another day, the true depths of sensuous body another time- make sure she won now! Or else she would crumble. About that sweet jewel did she let her affections fly, licks and kisses and pluckings alike all intent on incensing the one singular object that would encompass all her efforts the greatest, feel them in the greatest scale. Scootaloo wanted a ride? It would be one she’d never forget, or so help her~!
Apple Bloom and Sweetie worked with a diligence; one to be admired, if Sunset had the mental capacity to admit it. While one explored a soaking cavern with a loving care, the other was a flare in the dark, bright and unforgiving in its exposure of the unknown. Mouth pulled and plucked upon soft flesh- a hungering tongue lathered and played with its meal; kisses upon the outer labia were perfectly matched with the gentle bites of bottomflesh that would come here and there, to prick and to tease. They worked in tandem, in rhythm to see something good made possible. Though they sought the final blow for their own hand, the satisfaction of their dear darling was their utmost priority- and unless they were thoroughly mistaken, such a thing was about to crash down upon them so very soon-
Sunset felt her knees give way and knew it couldn’t be long. Now, before her world died and she fell along with it, give this girl something to remember! A deep, face-full of beautiful folds did she consume, the utmost of Scootaloo’s greatest asset encompassing her world until it was all she knew. She breathed it, lived it, depended on it for all her life; to its existence did she offer her finest works, even the slightest droplet tended to so that its mistress might know comfort. Oh, she loved this, needed this, craved it for all her days for the rest of her life~!
The trim, toned body in her arms quaked. Not something simple or easily dismissed, but a heady force; Scootaloo’s body went rigid as she tried to fight against it but could only be doomed to fail. A forceful shudder that came just before a cry, and out into Sunset’s awaiting mouth did she gush. A splendid cascade of viscous fluid poured from within her body and upon open tongue did it lather, loving waters displaying themselves to the only part of the world that mattered. Sunset lapped them up like a dying man in the desert, a hungering dog in need of life. She loved Scootaloo, worshipped her, breathed her… not knowing that this one act would be what broke her.
A quake of her own form came next, this one with a bit of protest. She knew not how to work against it, for when had she ever been so amorously assaulted by two sources at the same time? The weight of Scootaloo in her arms nearly toppled her, sending Sunset almost to her knees as she tried to survive this beautiful, brilliant ravishing- but to no avail! The pixie-cut delight came to ground in her grasp and soon held her steady against the flow, keeping the older woma erect so that Sweetie and Apple Bloom might enjoy their feast a bit longer. Oh, the delight of it, the ecstasy~! Sunset wanted to keep herself upright so as to continue as some paragon of strength. But strength was a myth, a feeling built for better ages; she was pleasured in every sense of the word, happy to simply let it overwhelm her. Despite Scootaloo’s efforts to see her on two feet, the four of them were brought to ground by the sheer weight of Sunset’s delights.
“Have a good time?” Apple Bloom asked.
Sunset couldn’t offer an answer with words, at least for a time. Gasping breaths were what escaped her for a moment, weak laughter of tired spirit slow in adding their sound to the mix. The four of them were weakened and tired in some way or another, glad of the part they played yet left exhausted by doing so. It would not be long before youthful strength was again imbibed in them, but not now- not so soon. For now, they only laughed and held one another, offering kisses to awaiting lips that wanted them.
“That was mean,” Sunset finally said after a while. Scootaloo sat against the edge of the bed just beside her, Sweetie and Apple Bloom laying upon her bosom; the closest image to heaven she ever could have conceived. “You girls are…”
“Perfect?”
“Amazing?”
“Revolutionary?”
“And then some,” Sunset admitted. She would be able to see herself upright soon, especially as the prospect of further delights were there for her to enjoy. The night was still so young, and these lovely ladies had plenty of energy to spare; after all, two hadn’t even offered themselves up for a good pleasuring yet. Why not remedy that? “I hope you’re not done, by the way,” she said, “Sweetie, what sort of-”
The door to her bedroom crashed open as though struck by a hammer, the outside light illuminating three figures she knew all to well. Into the room did they walk, standing above the four lovers so as to better take in the sight. Applejack, Rarity, and Rainbow now had come to join their fray, and not one ounce of displeasure could hope to be missed.
Sunset knew there was a Hell. She just hadn’t expected its first grasp to be this cruel. A giggle was, at first, all she could manage. “So,” she stammered, “I- haha, so- about this-”
“Apple Bloom?” Applejack said, her voice thin and charged with fire.
“Don’t get jealous, you had all the time in the world,” the younger farmgirl said.
Applejack made to throw her hat to ground, but instead found her usual Stetson was gone thanks to the festive change of attire. Forced to find other means of displaying her displeasure, she simply stamped her foot and said, “You promised I’d be your first, dammit!”
The sound of the record scratching was so violent it nearly deafened her. “What?” Sunset asked.
Rarity approached her sister slowly, almost as if fearful to do so. A hand fell upon her shoulders and Sweetie’s own slickened grasp soon came to rest upon it, the two siblings holding tight to one another and each displaying a rather strange set of emotions. “Darling,” the fashionista said hoarsely, “What did Sunset tell you?”
“This wasn’t her idea, if that’s what you mean,” Sweetie said, her voice now carrying an unusual bite. “But was- you and Adagio, was it… true?”
“I’m sorry, darling,” Rarity breathed, and in total ignorance of her sister’s nudity did she take Sweetie into an embrace. “I tried to wait, I truly did. I was made a fool, no matter how hard I tried.”
This wasn’t happening. Sunset couldn’t believe it was happening, didn’t believe it to be so. But Rainbow and Scootaloo now found themselves together in each other’s arms, giving each other a good case of heavy petting and looking upon Sunset with a curiosity.
“How was she?” Rainbow asked.
“Good as you hoped she’d be,” Scootaloo answered, speaking with such a triviality she may have been talking of yesterday’s weather. “Jealous?”
“Ah, a little bit,” Rainbow answered. “But I get the feeling you won’t mind making it up to me.”
“No, not reall-”
“What the hell is going on?!” Sunset screamed, suddenly finding herself surrounded by couples in the fraction of an instant without the slightest explanation as to why. She’d just been arm-in-arm-and-body with the three greatest loves of her life. Now she looked upon them in the grasp of their sisters, an intimacy that seemed almost old-hat. “Just what the shit have you all been up to before you got to-”
“Darling,” Rarity said sweetly, “Look at Adagio and her sisters. What sort of sorority do you think you’re in?”
Aria and Sonata at her side. Where her heart truly belonged. But this was just insanity, not something she’d actually seen happen. “Oh, holy fuck-”
“You don’t mind just –you know- for a bit, do you?” Apple Bloom asked. “I promise you’ll enjoy the show.”
Sunset didn’t know what to make of it. Or what to say. “Holy shit.”
“You want in or not?” Rainbow demanded. “Jeez, you’d think we weren’t inviting you in.”
Sunset didn’t know what to make of it. But a few seconds later, she decided it didn’t matter.
A few minutes after that, she decided not to care.
Author's Note
I don't think I'm good at writing sex anymore. I dunno. Sorry if this sucks.
Happy Halloween, I guess.
1. Hesitation, Arousal, Desire, and Shame
She could have been done hours ago, were it not for the constant noise and chaos that seemed to surround this place at evening. From empty throughout the day to a multitude of lively women fillings its halls was quite the transformation, and these early days of fall were often the most likely to see its denizens kept animated. There were friendships still resuming, romances only beginning, and parties to plan. Why should one pay attention to schoolwork when there was so much fun to be had?
Sunset had actual homework to attend to, material that even pertained to her major; Physics was brutal, requiring her utmost attentions so that she might decipher the solution within this lengthy problem. And when she had to have the capacity of explaining how she got to each step, this wasn’t an easy one. But for the love of God, no one else in her world seemed at all capable of shutting up! The whole house was bustling with activity, the likes of which she had no interest in. Just let her work, just this once! It was all she was going to ask for this week and not an ounce more.
Perhaps the world sensed her discontent, her focus that could not be centered. Try as she might to ignore the sounds of the outside, the outside came into her world and saw fit to become an unrepentant disruption; there would be no studying this glorious fall evening, not if there were still means to see it put to an end. For through the door came Adagio, hands filled with alcohol and a glowing expression on her face that clearly suggested she was having too good a time with the liveliness outside.
“Are you seriously trying to do schoolwork right now?” she asked, voice booming as she peered over the crimson woman’s shoulder at the paperwork in her lap. “Oh my god, it’s a Friday! And we’ve got pledges downstairs, why aren’t you helping us out? Quit being such a shut-in, let’s go!”
Oh for heaven’s sake. Adagio, ever the party-girl, ever the fun-seeker! She was a fantastic leader for their sorority, strangely enough, but her academic life was something to be desired. College was just a ritual for her rather than a means to an end, stage of life attuned only to seeking out fun and throwing parties. It was little wonder that she was popular within college, but to say she encouraged the best of behaviors in people would have been untrue.
“I am almost done,” Sunset said, hoping she could uncover a little more of this riddle and add some scribbles for good measure; Adagio rarely accept a purely verbal argument. “I just need to finish this problem and then I’m done. Go haze them yourself.”
“Oh please, like we actually haze them. You know we’d get in trouble for that,” Adagio said. One bottle of beer went to her lips, the other was made an offering to her current companion. “It’s a party, everyone’s having a good time. You’re just up here being a stick in the mud for no good reason, you should come downstairs and join us.”
“No, I’m almost finished. Don’t distract me.”
“Come on. At least have a drink!”
“No, I will not have a drink-”
“Just a sip! Come on, it’s getting cold, it’s open!”
“I don’t care-”
“It’s gonna go flat-”
“Like that bothers me, I didn’t buy it-”
“Don’t make me drink it, I’ve already had five.”
“For gods’ sake,” Sunset grumbled, swiping the open bottle from Adagio’s hand and cocking it back, a few steady gulps of cold brew down her throat that ignited taste buds and dulled her senses. Gods, she was never going to get this work done after that! Now all she would want is more! “There, I had some. Now shut up!”
“It’s a start,” Adagio ceded. She took a seat at the edge of her roommate’s bed, leaning against the wall and taking a moment to regard her. “You’re not scared, are you?”
Now that was an insult. “What? No, don’t be ridiculous!” Sunset snapped, trying to refocus on her work and see this stupid problem done. It was all she had left to mar her weekend! “I just- I really want to be done with this!”
“It was your idea, you know. That we mentor the new pledges, help them get oriented in college and kept on the straight and narrow,” Adagio remarked. “How strange to see that you’re not down there with them, helping to make it all happen. What’s got you having cold feet all of a sudden?”
“I am working, thank you,” Sunset said. She raised her pencil in the hopes of jotting down a few scribbles, but a quick look at her Physics problem ensured that would amount to nothing. Adagio was too good at distracting her! “Please, just let me finish this.”
“Uh-uh. You’re going to come downstairs and mingle. Everyone else is down there and you’re up here. That’s not going to fly.” Adagio sounded half-serious, acting as if she actually cared about performing this act of kindness rather than wanting an excuse to guzzle down more alcohol. “Come on, I bet I can tempt you. You know who’s down there…”
“Oh shut up.”
Adagio smirked. “Do you want Aria to look after them, hmm? Or Sonata? You know she’s super excited about being a mentor to a bunch of young girls. I bet they’d love to learn how to be a slob like her."
“That’s your own sister, you know,” Sunset said.
The beautiful Siren shrugged. “Sonata’s a slob, how’s that news? You've seen her room. But just think… I wouldn't mind looking after those cuties. And all of that sapphic tutelage, there to be put to use. And you know I'd be quite a teacher- especially if the sorority sister assigned to them doesn’t show…”
Sunset bit her lip. She could only half pay attention to the paperwork in her lap now, vision blurred by the image of faces and people she knew too well that now affected this story. Yes, she knew Scootaloo, Sweetie Belle, and Apple Bloom were the three pledges that had been assigned to her care. But was she the one who was best suited to help them out? Their sisters –by blood or not- had begged for them to be switched out, traded to their care so that familial affection might carry on into the adult world. Adagio had denied the request, saying that blood connection needed to be traded for ones of friendship in this stage of life. So they’d been given to Sunset. Sunset, the one who had not failed to notice just how beautifully those three girls had grown into adults.
In fact, it rather felt like mockery. Especially since she was good friends with their elder sister. But gods help her, how was she supposed to resist those three- any one of them, in fact?
“I will give them to somebody else if you don’t want to do it,” Adagio threatened. “I have my three, so does everyone else, but if you’re not going to do it then-”
“No. No! God, I’ll go down,” Sunset groaned, tossing aside her work and accepting the fate assigned to her. Better she sacrifice her current state of mind than let those wonderful girls be given to the Brainless and the Brute- or worse. Adagio would probably do it just out of humorous cruelty. “Fine, let’s get this done. Where are they?”
“That’s the spirit. Just the sort of sister they need,” Adagio purred. Delighted, she gave her friend a strong embrace- and even a kiss on the cheek for further incitement of embarrassment. “Now remember, since you’re such a grump, what do we want from Sigma Epsilon Chi?”
She couldn’t do it. “Adagio, you nutcase,” she groaned.
“I’ll tell Aria to take their virginity-”
“Oh for God’s sake,” Sunset cried. “We’re a constantly caring sisterhood! Always able to love each other, and always there when we need someone!”
The beautiful Siren’s eyes gleamed with delight. “That’s it. Now go and give those girls a big kiss, just for me- or just for you, I forget which.”
Sunset had never been so close to throwing a beer bottle before.
The sorority house was a livelier place than it had been upon her arrival back from classes. The girls she knew as ‘sisters’ by both name and face were scattered across hallways and rooms, chatting away with newer faces just barely beyond the threshood of adulthood. New pledges; ready to work their way through the trials of a first year of college, solely for the honor of joining a sorority that would only be part of their world for a few years. Sunset had joined more to please her friends rather than any desire herself; Applejack had been of a similar mold, but the pleadings of Rainbow and Rarity had been too difficult to resist. So what if Adagio and her sisters were going to join also? People changed, the world changed. There was reason to take a chance on an adventure. Who knew to where it would lead?
Sunset caught sight of Aria clutching a bottle of bourbon, pouring out a few glasses for a group of young girls, all of them eagerly awaiting this new collegiate experience. Sonata was sitting on the couch surrounded by fresh new faces, chatting away with that maddened excitement only she could conjure. They weren’t model students –or model people, for that matter- but they were down here, speaking and smiling and being mentors to the girls who had been assigned to them. Maybe it wasn’t going to be good advice, but Sunset had been the one who had suggested the idea and the first place- and where had she been? Hiding up in her bedroom. The twinge of shame was a good feeling even if she didn’t like it very much. “Come on, now,” she muttered to herself. “Do the right thing.”
Oh, the wearisome sigh that ran up her throat as she pushed her way outside. Why had she suggested this? It hadn’t been when she was drunk, was it? No, the memory was still fresh; she had seen the list of freshmen pledges and made the decision on a whim. Maybe it had been to keep them away from Adagio’s clutches, maybe for her own sake- who knew. But she was about to have to actually deal with it, and-
“Hey- hey, Sunset!” The cry was three-throated and unanimous in sound, the rush of bodies toward her a blur before she felt the weight against her fair form.
She wanted to be more poised, but the laughter that came from her was beyond her ability to hold back, the lovely woman delighting in the embrace that she now found herself in. “Hey, you three! Sorry for keeping you waiting for so long, I lost track of time.”
“No big deal- are you really our mentor for the semester?” Scootaloo was always the one to get straight to the point, most blunt and most like the pseudo-sibling she’d admired. There was a brashness in her words, a cockiness in tone, yet her words were more often used to build up others rather than herself. “Adagio told us this morning, we didn’t know about that! Why didn’t you tell us? That’s the best thing I’ve heard all semester!”
“I didn’t know until yesterday,” Sunset explained. “Adagio kept it all hush-hush since she was the one choosing partners for everyone. Can you forgive me?”
“Of course we can. If that’s how it is, it’s not like you did anything wrong or nothing.” Apple Bloom’s sweet words rang in her ears like the softness of spring rain, yet again acting as her group’s conscience in the face of the unexpected. Surprisingly tall, just about as tall as her sister, she spoke to Sunset as though an equal rather than a newcomer.
“But… next time, you let us know, OK? We would’ve gotten a gift for you!” Sweetie Belle lived up to her name- without even trying! A voice pleasing and soft as chimes, a heart always ready to dole out another dose of warmth to another. In the time she’d known her, the young songstress hadn’t changed a bit. “Could we take you out to dinner tomorrow to make up for it? I know it’d mean a lot to us.”
“Aww, that’s too sweet of you!” Sunset made sure to give the young woman a hug. How could she resist meeting such kindness with affection of her own making-
The tenderness of the moment would have lasted longer if Sunset’s senses had not alerted her to being under watch. An opening of her eyes, a glance hither and thither; Rainbow, Applejack, and Rarity were all giving her a rather violent side-eye even as they tended to their own group of pledges. They had, after all, tried to convince Adagio into putting their respective siblings into their groups. Why should they not be a little sullen that their familial wishes had been denied? Adagio wasn’t exactly subtle in her lustful machinations when it came to women, they had a little reason to be afraid.
And reason to be furious when Sunset had remarked that the three girls, now turned adults, were very pretty. A slip of the tongue, only momentary, but enough for a mistake to have been made. And right when they’d first met them as new pledges, too.
All in all, not the best of times for a slip-up.
“T- tell you what, I’ll- I will think about it. Ask me tomorrow,” Sunset managed, carefully extracting herself from her embrace with Sweetie and trying to ignore the heat of the eyes that were upon her. “But hey, let’s go inside, we can get comfy-” the living room was occupied, the kitchen table was in use, where was she to go? You damned idiot. “In my… room. There’s plenty of space to stretch out up there!”
The last part was added loudly, just in case someone was thinking of killing her.
Sunset hadn’t meant for it to happen. They’d been the little sisters of her friends for years, childish siblings that hung on every word and were there to be annoying. You know, like every sibling! You saw them as a child, as someone younger, not as an equal of any kind! She and the Crusaders had been on friendly terms for years now, especially after that little incident during junior year. She’d tried to be attentive to them, make sure they felt like they belonged.
But attraction? That had been an accident. Had it been time apart that had seen fit to such feelings arising? Sunset hadn’t seen any of them since she’d left for college. But that very first night, when they’d done that stupid pledge introduction, she’d been positively skunked thanks to a handle of Jim Beam. And from the moment she’d laid eyes on them? Done for. It was as if she’d fallen into a lifetime’s worth of love with only a heartbeat’s worth of effort, and how unfair was that. To be infatuated with a group of dumb girls, all at once, and they being the most untouchable trio of ladies to ever walk the earth because their sisters would kill her if she so much as made a move. Apple Bloom was no longer just the sharp-witted sibling of one of her closest friends; she was an adult, teasing and playful with a fantastic bubble butt. Sweetie wasn’t just Rarity’s song-loving sister any longer, but a woman full in shape and form, a marvelous set of breasts that demanded her ocular attentions. Scootaloo wasn’t just Rainbow’s biggest acolyte any longer, but an athlete of her own right- and had a particularly delightful, cruel habit of displaying that wonderfully toned midriff.
Sunset had settled for blaming her feelings on Adagio. Sleeping with that Siren during freshman year had been a mistake, something about her made one more easily aroused, like the awakening of a primal longing for carnal satisfaction. Developed a hunger that wouldn’t lessen, and somehow it had settled on those three women. Even sleeping with a senior from another sorority, a junior transfer on the volleyball team, a sophomore just entering her science program, and even a freshman who’d positively begged for Sunset to take her virginity- still did she dream of a night with those three vixens. It wasn’t fair in the slightest.
Adagio’s eyes were on her as they went up the stairs, Sunset trying to behave as naturally as possible even under the midst of such unwelcome scrutiny. She never should have admitted to the Siren that she’d found the three women attractive, much less drunkenly ranted about how much she wanted to marry them. That made about as much sense as babies voting! Of course Adagio had assigned them to her, probably to drive her nuts with the shameful torment.
Sunset wanted to say she would be honorable, but the panic of not doing so was too great on her mind. Adagio’s friendly mockery was insufferable, but the genuine wrath of Applejack, Rarity, and Rainbow was something far more terrifying to consider. She’d ended up discretely looking up examples of justifiable homicide, but the results had only made her seek out some form of stress relief. The fantasies had helped, but likely hadn’t made anything better.
“Wow, this is your room?” Scootaloo looked on in envy at the spaciousness of the residence. It wouldn’t win awards for elegance, just an aging building along an old cobblestone street, but being one of the smaller sororities afforded them the pleasure of more comfortable housing. Twin beds tucked neatly against the plaster walls, a pair of writing desks that currently housed a laptop and whatever study materials were needed, with a large dresser just beside the window that housed the majority of Sunset’s things; not anything grand, but almost her entire world was able to fit into one room- with room to spare for a companion.
“I only moved into this room last year. Adagio and I were given it when the last two girls in charge graduated,” Sunset explained, sliding atop her bed and putting back against the wall. “But hey, it’s comfy, it’s where I hang out, so… yah.”
“It’s nice,” Sweetie said. “Would… where would we end up getting settled, if we get in?”
“To the soror- umm, I don’t really know. That’s up to Adagio,” the older woman answered. “Probably people would get shuffled around, you’d end up in one of the smaller rooms on the main floor, and probably all three of you. Just how it works when you’re new.”
“Was it all that bad, though? When you first moved in?”
Sunset pondered the thought for a bit, but in the end shook her head. “If it had been Rainbow and Adagio in there with me, it might’ve been harder. They didn’t get along too well when we first got here, but Rarity was able to be civil enough. Things got easier the more we got used to it.” And perhaps a little angry sex didn’t hurt.
“How is it being… you know, here with them?” Apple Bloom asked. Her words carried a slight tremor, a small pull of her lip as she spoke. “After everything in high school that happened, what are they…”
It was a fair question. “It was kinda weird at first. Aria and Rainbow fought a lot, but they both wanted in the sorority real bad, so they learned to get along. Sonata just behaves like her annoyingly perky self, Aria learned she gets really happy while drunk, and-” How much did she want to say about her ginger-haired roommate? “Well, Adagio found ways to feel better. We were dumb teenagers, sometimes you just end up growing up a little.”
“Oh… OK.” Apple Bloom seemed satisfied enough with the answer. But then- “Does it bother you to be sorority sisters with them?”
“Oh, like you wouldn’t believe,” Sunset giggled, memories of Adagio’s constant torment and teasing flowing like a river before her eyes. “But nothing I can’t handle. Trust me, I wouldn’t be here if I couldn’t be around them. We’re probably not lifelong friends or anything, but… we get along. Adagio’s actually a neat-freak, so she makes for a good roommate.”
“Who’s roommates with Rainbow?” Scootaloo inquired.
“Sonata. Their room is filthy, so many Taco Bell wrappers everywhere,” Sunset laughed. “Seriously, I don’t know how they survive. I don’t think you can even see their floor.”
“Eugh!” The trio of pledges regretted this new knowledge, a mental note to never spend a moment’s time in Rainbow’s quarters permanently penciled in. Scootaloo appeared the least surprised by the news and most inclined to laugh, even if the actions of her proverbial sibling still registered as something repulsive.
“Who’s worse?” Sweetie asked.
“Sonata, definitely. We forced her to take out the entire house’s trash for a week and clean all the dishes every day before she promised to stop leaving them everywhere she went. I’m not she knows what a trash can is.”
“And Rainbow?”
“You know her,” Sunset said, “Unless it’s on the track, she hardly makes an effort. Impressively lazy.”
“Do you enjoy being part of this?” Scootaloo asked. “Rainbow said she and Rares had to convince you to even pledge in the first place.”
“I didn’t think I’d like it this much, actually,” Sunset admitted. There were plenty of things she still disliked about such close quarters: no privacy, few moments of quiet, an excess of parties that she wasn’t as into, and more than a few struggles to study in peace. But why let her frustrations ruin this experience for them? The collegiate world was something new and exciting for them, a world of possibilities. What they liked and disliked was up to them to discover, not for her to determine. “You… I’ve had a lot of fun. And it probably stopped me from ending up lonely here. We fight, yeah, but the girls are there for me when I need it. And I can do the same for them.”
“Cool. But, uh, about the Greek letters outside,” the feisty woman remarked, a grin beginning to form on her lips. “Was that, uh, intentional or did someone put up those as a prank?”
“No, that was… that was Adagio’s idea,” Sunset said, and though she had no reason to be ashamed, she could feel heat rising across her features. “We’ve gotten a ton of jokes since, but I swear she wears it like a badge of honor.”
“Does-” Sweetie hesitated. “So this is Sigma Epsilon Chi, how does that end up looking like-”
“Beats me, ask the Greeks!” Sunset said. Goodness, if she could have only found a way to convince Adagio that it wasn’t the best thing to broadcast! “So, hey, tell me, what dorm are you in right now? How have classes been treating you?”
Their conversation took roads away from the subject, perhaps less naturally and more due to Sunset’s will, but still did they return to safer waters. Closer to the end of the line, Sunset was eager to hear the experiences college had already gifted them and see what guidance she could offer. It was all too easy to end up feeling overwhelmed; her run through the gauntlet was something that could be put to use for their benefit. With being so far away from home, from the old life they’d once known, stress had a way of feeling different here. But Sunset was determined these three sweet souls would not have to endure it alone. She could speak to them in ways their family could not and be spoken to just the same. There was no fear of news straying back to a worried parent, no sibling strife to get in the way. She could simply be a listening ear, a gentle hand, whatever they needed her to be. Even a lover, if they needed some lessons on how-
Memory of triune fury at Sunset being assigned to mentor their sisters was still fresh. Something so innocent had ignited it; gods above, what would happen if she got caught sleeping with them? A bullet to the skull would likely end up feeling welcome.
“Hey, so, like, I’ve got a weird question,” Scootaloo remarked, leaning back against the wall with her hands in the pockets of her jacket. It was so similar in manner to Rainbow, even if she was not quite so tall nor cocky in stature. “I know I’m gonna get some flak for asking-”
The words of caution alerted her friends to the sign that something was about to be amiss. Apple Bloom and Sweetie locked onto the athletic girl and let the skills of deduction be put to work in utmost haste. One fear must have burned strong in their minds to be brought forth as an answer so quickly, for the two gave yells to try and see Scootaloo hushed into silence.
“What? What? We’re all thinking it,” Scootaloo protested, more frustrated than abashed by the interruption. “Look, we promised we were gonna do something about it-”
“Not like that, we just got here you doofus!” Apple Bloom retorted. “Gods, can you not think about-”
“Aww, don’t get shy on me! You were the one who said something first!”
“Later. Like, when it won’t get us into trouble,” Sweetie advised. “Please, Scoots? It can wait, we’ve got plenty of time.”
Thoroughly out of the loop, Sunset’s curiosity was not at all keen on just letting the argument pass her by without being allowed into the know. It certainly had them in a tizzy compared to the relaxed atmosphere that had pervaded across the room only a moment before. “Uh, is everything alright-”
“Fine, thank you!” Sweetie said quickly, pale as moonlight and seemingly terrified of letting the dreaded secret slip. “Scoots, please, not yet! Not yet, OK, we agreed we’d-”
“I was gonna be subtle about it, jeez. Now you guys made it all weird,” Scootaloo grumbled. “You guys made it seem like I just spiked a ball into someone’s face on purpose or something.”
“Yeah, because you’re as subtle as your sister,” Apple Bloom said. “Just drop it until you’ve got some sense in ya.”
“Can- is this anything I can help with?” Sunset said meekly, even as she grinned at the display before her. They certainly still knew how to argue amongst themselves, and whatever the source was had to be something spectacular- or very bad, come to think of it. “If it’s a big deal, I don’t want you to think you can’t come to me for help.”
“It’s- it’s kind of not a big deal, but also sort of is,” Scootaloo said, and was immediately shushed at again by her more petrified friends. “Jeez, stop! Let me ask already.”
Sweetie and Apple Bloom both took a step back, breath held back as they dreaded the bomb that seemed murderously inbound upon their fragile world-
“So, umm,” Scootaloo began, holding a smile even as she began to lose her nerve, “Say that there’s someone in the sorority you’re like, attracted to. Would it be bad if they ended up… you know, hooking up? Or dating and anything? Is- is that seen as bad?”
Sunset’s mind began to work on overdrive. Possible candidates, implications, what that would mean for roommates, whether or not there actually were any regulations against it; anything and everything she could think of on the subject went racing forward into her mind as she tried to decipher the intent behind the question. Just who was it that Scootaloo had an eye on? If it somehow, miraculously, horrifyingly ended up being her-
Wait a minute. The answer was obvious just as it always was. Who else had the reputation for being the sorority seductress? Who was the one who always went out of her way to flirt with every woman on earth, to add a new name to her ledger? And who had been the one who had personally invited the three of them to join, convinced their siblings to actually add to the pressure? Oh no.
“Don’t sleep with Adagio,” Sunset warned her. “Trust me, it’s all a façade, she won’t date you. She just likes sleeping around for some reason, it’s all she cares about. She’ll bed you, then move on.”
Scootaloo blinked. “What? Wha- oh, I- wow, OK, damn!” The sporty girl wasn’t expecting to receive that sort of detail, but she seemed to be given a sense of relief from the tension all the same. “Look, I’m not asking about anyone in particular, I was just asking. Has it happened before, you know? Two sorority sisters dating each other?”
Sunset knew she would never able to give a fully honest answer. Drunkenly having sex with Adagio when they were both too horny to make a rational decision wasn’t on her list of greatest accomplishments; she doubted Rarity was all too keen on admitting to her trysts with the Siren, either. But if the ginger beauty had actually been willing to pursue the fashionista instead of going off in search of new booty, what sort of repercussions would there have been? Any at all? Sunset knew the regulations well enough and nothing seemed to have much of a say.
“I mean… you could, I guess,” Sunset answered slowly. “It would probably be seen as kind of weird, since you all live in the same house, but- I don’t think there’s anything that says you couldn’t.”
Scootaloo’s smile grew wide at the news, unashamed of any thought or potentiality that the act might be seen as bizarre. “Cool. Thought so, but these babies,” she said with a jerk of her head, “thought I’d get in trouble. So lame.”
The night ended too soon and yet not quickly enough. Sunset enjoyed spending more time with her three vixens, but the idea of something so lovely being completely out of reach wasn’t her most joyous experience. When time came for them to leave, she breathed a sigh of relief at knowing the tension was over. Rainbow, Applejack, and Rarity all made their pointed inquiries as to how things went, but there was nothing she had to hide. Beyond rampant attraction that would probably get her buried alive.
After a trip to the shower, Sunset returned to her bedroom and found Adagio laying atop her own bed, totally nude as always come evening and casually reading through the Kama Sutra. When she caught sight of her roommate, the devious beauty split a grin. “Whew, you four were up here alone for a while!” the Siren remarked. “You must have been having a lot of fun, all tucked away from everybody else.”
“Ha ha, Adagio,” Sunset said, flopping onto her bed and wishing she could fall asleep then and there. Ooh, she couldn’t do anything about her feelings in the real world, but dreams were a relief! “We just talked. Nothing happened.”
“What, you didn’t make a move? And here I thought I was rubbing off on you,” Adagio bemoaned. “Come on, I practically gift-wrapped them for you! Got them out of their sister’s clutches, made sure you’d have plenty of privacy… how could you let all my hard work go to waste?”
“Because that would be messed up. I’m their mentor for college, not physical education.”
“Aww, you don’t think you have any experience to share with them? I bet they’d love to learn a few lessons from you.”
The fiery girl was too tired to be willing to play the Siren’s games for long. A small raising of her head so that she might offer up a glare. “They’re the little sisters of my closest friends. That’s just wrong.”
“Wouldn’t stop me,” Adagio said.
“Nothing stops you!”
“Thank you!” the Siren beamed. “Now, I’m going to pencil in a few more events for Sigma Epsilon, and I want you to take advantage. If you don’t at least make out with one of them by Thanksgiving, I’m going to have them. Understand?”
It was an unnecessarily low blow. Was there a female equivalent for a kick in the balls? “Adagio, that is messed up-”
“What? It’s the end of September, you have plenty of time,” came the reply, Adagio swiftly writing away in her calendar with an enthusiasm that was disgusting to witness. “Sleep with any one of them and I’ll never lay a finger on the entire trio- I promise!”
A promise impossible to believe; Sunset knew Adagio was trying to bait her.
“Well, I’m exhausted. Time for bed, I think,” Adagio said, rising from her place atop the bed and strutting over to the light switch. Ever ready to show off her magnificent physique, always eager for a witness to the beauty of her naked flesh. Even if Sunset was not the next name on her list, the beautiful Siren still did love to leave reminders of just what her roommate had once been allowed to enjoy. “Sleep tight, Sunny! Don’t moan too loud if you touch yourself tonight. One of their sisters might hear you!”
Sunset’s scowl was lost as the lights fell and darkness consumed their bedroom, she determined to think not for a moment of any one of them. Scootaloo in her volleyball uniform was off-limits, Apple Bloom in jean shorts and a button-up was unacceptable, Sweetie’s super-tiny prom dress was forbid- well...
She made sure to be very, very quiet. For at least a few minutes.
Author's Note
My annual Halloween Special arrives! Hope it's worth waiting for, y'all.
Keep reading, I guess.
