Author's Note

Content: Forced public masturbation, risk of getting caught, light humiliation.

Sunset x Twilight: Working Under Pleasure

"Do you know what's worse than Wednesdays?" The question was rhetorical, "Working on a Wednesday."

Twilight only managed a vague 'mhm' in response to her slacking assistant. She watched as Sunset fancied the broom more as a cane to lean on than an actual instrument of cleaning. Not that the bookstore was in dire need of a sweeping; but Twilight found it difficult enough to fabricate jobs to occupy her employees already. Sunset here was a volunteer; though sometimes that fact slipped Twilight's mind. The girl certainly complained like she was working the nine-to-five when she was here.

"Do you know what's worse than working on a Wednesday?" Twilight just slumped her cheek onto her palm, already bored behind her desk without Sunset's harping, "Working an empty store on a Wednesday."

"You know you don't have to volunteer here, right?" Not that Twilight didn't enjoy the company most of the time. The store did get a little lonely when everyone else was sent out on errands. Spike to Canterlot to see if there were any new donations on offer, Starlight off to parts-unknown on some vacation, and Wallflower... Well, she was undoubtedly doing something very important even if Twilight couldn't recall what she said before heading out.

"But I like volunteering for you, Twilight. You're a great sounding board," to show her appreciation—and to maybe persuade Twilight to not kick her out—Sunset gave a token few swipes of the broom against the hardwood floor. Not a puff of dust came up in the process, but that did not stop Sunset from keeping at it.

"Sounding board?" That made Twilight crack at least a subtle smile coupled with Sunset's clear mock-sweeping, "I'm told I'm a sparkling conversationalist. I can be more than just a wall for you to field your bad stand-up o... O-Onn..." Twilight's words drifted off and she began to nestle into her palm a bit more.

Her fingers balled into her cheek as she sucked in her lower lip, nipping her teeth against it as she suppressed something. A groan? A yawn? Did she simply not want to stretch and give away how bored even she was with today? Sunset could see she was struggling—Twilight's arm supporting her at the desk wobbling noticeably while the other was failing to remain still—so maybe that was it. Though, perhaps she was being bothered by that bug that was still loose in here. From the moment Sunset arrived, it had been buzzing around somewhere among the books.

"Hey, Twi, if you're tired or something, I can cover the counter for a bit. Starlight showed me the whole deal, you can trust me," Slacking was well and good, but Twilight was a good and dear friend. If she had to take on the workload for Twilight for one afternoon, it was the least she could do.

"Huh? Oh, no. No need, I'm doing fffuu-ine!" A roller coaster of senses wracked through Twilight as that distant buzzing briefly grew louder before slipping back. Her expression flexed, sucking her lip in with a hiss before quickly releasing it, knowing well that Sunset was looking at her with a steadily growing concern. Even though Twilight couldn't see it herself, she could feel the intense burning spread on her face. The thought of just how flushed her cheeks were and how glassy her eyes might be at that moment only made Twilight more tense... but also unmistakably aroused. The safe cover of the desk was at least some blessing as Sunset couldn't see her legs scraping helplessly against one another as the 'bug' rumbled against her sex.

"You sure? Well... Damn, the least I can do is get rid of that bug. It's driving me crazy. You?" Sunset went to prop her broom up by the front door—there was real work to do now.

The brief reprieve from eyes let Twilight roll her face down against the counter, indulging herself in a free moment to muffle a moan into it and allow her entire form to shudder out her pleasure. Rarity's toy thrummed tirelessly against every inch of Twilight's pussy, batting her swollen clit in the process. Her own sex feebly tried to suck against it, drenching the woman's legs more by the second as she unconsciously demanded more from it. Wherever Rarity was, the clear ebbs of the toy's ferocity showed she was thinking about Twilight. The thought of Rarity at some all important meeting discussing fabric prices or the next line of designs with one finger listlessly shifting the intensity of the toy at whim was oddly intoxicating. A secret taboo that brought her legs to tighten against the gift more right as it edged higher. Twilight's vision grew spotty as another climax shot through her—perhaps the fourth since Sunset arrived unannounced—before whimpering out a groggy response.

"You have no idea..." Normally Spike would take care of the sweeping, but Twilight had a feeling she'd be doing the mopping tonight. After Sunset left, of course. "Bu-uh-ut! It's better to just leave it be. It might be one of Wallflower's aphids that got loose—FUCK!" Sunset nearly jumped out of her skin with Twilight's sharp scream. Twilight clapped her hands over her mouth as the 'buzzing' rose to a near ear-splintering rumble. The librarian's knee kicked up against the desk, desperate to alleviate some manner of displacing the pleasure as the toy burrowed into her all the more, lathering her inner thighs all the while with another of her lewd releases. "I mean...! F-Fuck, those guys just keep getting out! I should really talk to her about keeping them u-under controoool...!" Control was the last thing she had over the situation; a plaything for someone that couldn't even see her.

A million questions came to mind for Sunset as she continued to watch Twilight have a fit. Was she sleeping well? Her eyes looked unfocused. Did she have a fever? Twilight looked like she was burning up and breaking into a sweat. Do aphids even make a sound people can regularly hear? It sounded more like a really upset wasp desperate to sting something. Was Wallflower single? But that wasn't really important right now.

Catching that Sunset was biting her tongue for her benefit, Twilight lowered her shaky hands to rest on the table and adopted a more professional look—or as professional as someone can look as they were being remotely fucked. "I appreciate all your worries, and I love having you here, Sunset. You're a great friend, and I enjoy our little talks even when you don't really do too much around here." A few full sentences without crumbling in on herself despite the toy ravaging against her: pretty solid. "But today's not really the best day to work. Like you said, it's pretty dull and dead today. I honestly wouldn't feel right keeping you here to waste your day on nothing."

"Yeah... I... I guess that's fair," Twilight was an odd one sometimes, but she was also upfront. If she called it a waste, then Sunset really didn't have reason to doubt it. True enough, she could find something better to do with her time; and Twilight wasn't going anywhere. "I'll check back in tomorrow. Get some rest, alright? And tell Wallflower to take better care of her bugs." She wasn't wholly sold on what was going on, but Sunset still tipped an imaginary hat to Twilight as she backed herself out the door.

The two waved each other off the entire while, only stopping once the front door clicked shut. At the satisfying click of the door, Twilight crumbled behind the counter to escape anyone from seeing her through the windows that lined the store. Her palms desperately kneaded at the hidden apparatus rumbling and wrecking her pussy, trying to desperately push its slick, rounded surface against her all the more. Desperate moans filled the vacant store as she was free to just relish in this play. Her rear soaked in the puddle of her excess as she lounged back in the unrivaled pleasure in this experience. Being watched was intoxicating, giving in was awakening, letting sweet profanities slip free of her lips in a place of study was sinfully exciting.

The number of orgasms that escaped her attention grew more and more difficult to count as her mind washed away in pleasure. If this was merely the 'punishment and prep' from Rarity, the thought of what came next was unimaginable. For now, Twilight simply let it ride out against her; though her tormentor couldn't see, she was mush as she rested a feeble shoulder against the base of her desk.

From the window however, the summer haired 'volunteer' did well to peek cautiously in. Sunset couldn't see what happened when Twilight stumbled back behind her counter, but the vague sounds and muddled words did pique her curiosity. "Now what do we got going on here...?" Perhaps for a bit, Sunset would 'volunteer' as a snoop.