The Love of Authority

by KingdaKa

Rating: mature
Tags: Sunset Shimmer, Main 7 (EqG), Twilight Sparkle (EqG), Dark, Alternate Universe, Abacus Cinch, Romance, Equestria Girls, Porn, Sex, Human
Length: 3916

Cinch's decision to relax and enjoy a comfortable date night ends up being a magnificent decision.

She'd been working hard. Harder than ever, in fact. The Academy was running as smooth as glass, the very model of efficiency. She'd even been regarded for national honors, so excellent was her work. Abacus Cinch had seen her will exerted and ensured the utmost excellence was all her school could offer.

It was long, tiring work. But every now and then, a hard-working woman deserved a night off. A pleasurable night, a romantic evening with exquisite company. And she, of all people, most certainly deserved it.

Published 2025-02-14 18:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2025-02-14 18:00:01 UTC

Part One: Foreplay

She adjusted the bangle that settled on her wrist. More accustomed to a watch, this piece of shining jewelry was not her usual accessory. But this was date night of sorts, was it not? A woman had every right to see herself dressed in greater finery than what the normal workday would demand. And today was the most special sort of holiday for a date, after all.

Next came the gloves, midnight black and their sequins shimmering beneath the light, a ripple of brilliant brightness every time she moved the most singular muscle. They matched the colors of her gown perfectly. And the color of her heels- and her jet-black lipstick, her black eyeshadow also… When Cinch adjusted the neckline of her dress to ensure her voluptuous bust was properly emphasized, all she could do was be completely satisfied with the magnificence of her appearance. No one could find a flaw in her, especially now. Her coiffure of luxurious dark locks fell just so upon her shoulders, rendering her a smoldering silhouette of brilliant sensuality. Complete with the figure that had refused to fail her, Abacus Cinch saw her reflection in the floor-length mirror and smirked in righteous self-satisfaction. She was the most beautiful woman who had ever, or would ever live.

And as she adjusted the necklace that hung just above her sizeable chest, she knew that would never change.

“Excellent. I’m more than ready for tonight,” she told herself. A quick flick of her wrist and she opened up the phone that had been laying atop her bed, seeing to the schedule and ensuring that she remained tightly bound to it. “Ooh, even a few minutes to spare. You really are quite the exemplary creature.” A quick ring of the bell beside her bed and she stood there waiting for a moment. When the knock inevitably came upon her bedroom door, “Enter,” was all she had to call.

Into the bedroom came a young woman, blonde hair tightly done up in a workwoman’s bun and her once-tanned skin turning pale beneath the freckles as indoors life took its hold upon her. The woman gave a small bow as she regarded her mistress while a hand flickered to her bosom in order to hide the excess cleavage her maid’s uniform demanded of her. “M- Miss Cinch,” the young woman stammered, eyes darting away from her owner -nay, employer- so as not to linger upon the radiance she emanated with her gown the color of midnight. Or was it defiance? There always was a bit of fire in those bright eyes, one that Cinch’s firm discipline had never been able to quite extinquish; maybe more of the farmland would have to be sold before the lesson got through.

“Young Apple, I’m ready for my date tonight,” Cinch commanded, noting a small glimmer of pleasure as the words seemed to strike a nerve with the young woman. “Are my dates ready to depart for the evening?”

The young maid pulled a face- but only for a moment’s time, unable to openly display defiance when the weight of her mistress’ scrutiny lay upon her in full. “They’re running- a bit behind. Mistress,” Applejack answered. “Shall I let them… let them know you’re ready?”

Cinch again checked the clock on her phone. A few more minutes before things would be out of place. Why not be the kind woman she was and offer a few minutes reprieve? “They can carry on preparing themselves,” she said after a fashion. “I would hate to have inadequate dates for Valentine’s Day, after all. Tell them to hurry up and meet me at the front door.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Applejack answered. “A- and the car..?”

“See to it that Rainbow Dash hasn’t been drinking, or else I’ll have her thrown in jail,” Cinch said. “Do remind her of her last failing, and what mercy I granted her. It will not be offered a second time around.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Applejack said, and she made to leave the room. Head hanging low, body slumping as she went to pull the door closed behind her.

A quick stamp of her heeled foot caught the attention of the blonde farmgirl and set her fully rigid. Cinch’s anger had been made to flare up. “And what manner of exit is this?” The schoolmaster demanded. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

Applejack’s eyes blazed bright with fury and fear, but the latter of the two was too mighty to give in just yet. She’d seen full well what that necklace could do, and she wasn’t at all keen on seeing its might reaching out for her kindred. Instead, she bowed low again, her hands leaving the ample of her bosom free to be marveled at by lecherous eyes. “… Apologies, Miss Cinch,” she said in a dull mutter. “I’m- I’m… I am glad to be of model service for you.”

Cinch’s anger, just as quickly as it had arrived, faded away, replaced by a satisfied smirk. “That’s better. Now, you are dismissed. Make sure my dates are on time, we have dinner plans and cannot afford to be late.”

As she watched her freckled maid depart from her quarters, the resplendent principal could only sigh and shake her head. Really, after all this time, Applejack still possessed that poor attitude. Hadn’t she done her best to quell such things? Perhaps there would have to be adjustments made before things would get better. After all, she’d had to do the very same with her seamstress in the beginning. All that sass and defiance- but now look at what she wore, and the excellence hidden underneath! Rarity had come about in due time and was now an exemplary member of the staff. It had only taken a few minute adjustments here and there to see things be made satisfactory. And considering how well her sequin gown hugged her figure, satisfactory might not even be the word for it. “I’ll grant her sister’s request for a college grant,” Cinch decided. “Yes, exactly what should be done. Rarity will be thrilled.”

Out from the depths of her bedroom did Cinch stride and into the hallway of the second floor of her mansion. Eyes followed along the lines of the luxurious wood that made the walls to where extravagant columns had been formed out of the material, painted red and gold along the winding wreath capitals. Warm lights hung along them, flickering tongues of fire encased in glass lamps that harkened back to the Dickensian period she often cherished in literature, turning what could easily be a house belonging to Scrooge into the home of the most illustrious woman the city had ever seen. Sprawling rooms, luxurious accommodations, a heated pool designed in the style of a roman bath house, gardens crafted in honor of Buckingham, and only the finest furnishings wherever one looked! Oh, Cinch had been right to make use of all that brilliant magic. Just look at how good everything had turned out, and for so many! It had truly transfigured her world that had once been little more than dull process and formula, a dreary rhythm of protocol that saw academic excellence abound and all else wither like parched grass. Hadn’t this been the far better option? And to think she could be such a wondrous mistress to so many… lost souls, one could say. Even going so far as to ensure those children of sun and moon continued in their employ! Why, she could have bought out their contracts. But in exchange for warm beds and comfortable housing, they had brokered a little sort of deal. And what services they performed on weekends- well, a lady could only ruminate on such lively matters for so long…

“Is everything satisfactory, Miss Cinch?” The sound of a prim and feminine voice broke through her proud reverie and alerted the sensible educator to the end of her solitude. At the bottom of the stairwell and standing beside the front door was a tall woman dressed in a petite peplum dress, wavy curls of hair falling to just above her waist and giving her a professional appearance. As she took in the sight of her mistress striding down the steps towards her, there came onto her face a satisfied smile. “It certainly looks as well as I hoped. Do you feel the same?”

“It is the finest garment I have worn in years,” Cinch reported, her voice a silken purr as she gave her luscious chest a jiggle. “You have performed to my highest expectations yet again. You should be proud.”

Rarity's smile grew in size and luster, hands clasped together in delight. “Oh, thank you so much, Miss Cinch. I do so enjoy making them for you. No- no one could wear my designs better than you!” Her eyes trailed along the fullness of the fabric or perhaps the body sheathed within, soaking in her latest creation and all the brilliance she had poured into it. “How does it feel to wear? I was rather afraid I might have made it too tight across the bodice, and I would hate to make your finest assets uncomfortable.”

“Perhaps it is a bit tight,” Cinch drawled, and she tugged at her neckline so as to check. “But if it is, I wish it that way. Heaven knows everyone should be aware of what magnificence I possess.”

“It would be impossible for anyone to ignore, Miss Cinch,” Rarity assured her warmly. “And I must say, your necklace looks lovely as ever. Jewelry truly does compliment you so!”

“Hmph! Flattery,” the older beauty guessed shrewdly, though her smile suggested no displeasure at the remark. “But you have always had a silver tongue. It will be allowed.”

The lovely seamstress turned a small shade of pink as she took both the admonishment and compliment in one. “Will you need anything else from me this evening, Miss Cinch? Or am I released for the evening?”

“You will wait here until my dates have arrived. I want you to ensure their attire is properly fitted also,” Cinch commanded. “But when you are done... inform your sister that I will grant her the scholarship you requested on your behalf.”

The gift was a generous one and not at all expected, the lovely fashionista's eyes going wide with delight. “Oh! Truly, you'll give her the scholarship, Miss?”

“Consider it a reward for all your efforts,” Cinch said, and the confirmation was enough to see the young woman beset with small, happy squeals. It was a pleasure to Cinch's truly enormous heart to see such devoted staff made joyful by the boons she alone could grant, so she allowed the young woman time to regain her self-control. “But do not think I will allow your standard of excellence to slack. When I have a new order for further attire -of any kind- I expect the same level of quality from your work. Am I clear?”

“I wouldn't dream of such a thing,” Rarity replied, wiping away her last tear of joy that fell down her porcelain cheek. “Oh, thank you so much, Miss Cinch. This truly is better than any payment you could possibly bestow.”

Cinch smiled, perfectly white and even teeth displayed in approval at her seamstress' devoted loyalty. It was difficult to imagine that this fair woman had once been the most defiant of her staff; but a little pressure in the right places, a little discipline where it mattered most, and she had found a way to mold the once-sassy girl into a most orderly and dignified woman. It was little wonder why Rarity was the one who most often was granted boons by her owne- employer.

The sound of footsteps came to her ears and from the far hallway next to the kitchens did one of her maids appear: light-pink hair that fell down in tresses to below her waist, a shocking contrast to the white-and-black of her uniform. Larger in chest and more slender in frame than that of her farmgirl counterpart, the more obedient woman could not hope to hide her cleavage as she gave a deep bow to her mistress, the red in her face at such a momentary gift unmistakable. :Umm- Miss... Miss Cinch,” the nervous girl began, “Your, umm, your girlfriends are ready for the evening's festivities. They'll be arriving shortly.”

“Hmph.” Snapping open her clutch, Cinch checked the time and found it to be three minutes behind schedule. A part of her head felt a heated pulse, blood beginning to turn hot in her veins; was this defiance, willful laziness on their end? It would not be the first time such a thing had occurred, after all. Or maybe they simply took a little extra time to prepare themselves, she thought. She had demanded they be dressed in utmost finery, after all. As any good romantic partner would do, she would forgive. “They are behind schedule. But I will not begrudge them a few minutes.”

‘Yes, Miss,” Fluttershy answered. “Am... I to be excused?”

“Remain here for the moment. You might still be needed,” Cinch ordered with a wave of her hand. Focus turned from her slav -staff- and to that of her phone, checking to see what messages had been sent her way. One from the Sparkles again, asking as to the welfare of their daughter. To be ignored, she surmised. No need for a response when she was obviously in better hands than what her own parents had offered, so she continued to peruse the contents of her latest messages. A request for an interview with the local news on the school's SAT scores, more commendation from the Department of Education... She had much to sort through, and plenty of people to deal with. She could certainly answer one or two of them, a quick word sent here and there to remain consistent in professional communication. Some of it, however, was a mite too formal to be given proper thought now. Wasn't tonight an evening dedicated to romance? She wouldn't dare to let this more amorous side be quashed by business, at least not today-

The sound of a broken embrace, followed by the meeting of another. Snapped out of her work by the activity, Cinch's gaze was jerked away to find that Rarity and Fluttershy had retreated to the corner beside the stairs, the two holding to a heart-shaped gift of chocolates and sharing a few gentle presses of lips.

“A-HEM!” Cinch's furious clearing of the throat was like a bullet's crack, the two young ladies breaking apart and staring at their mistress in terror. “Are you two not still on duty? Who said you could engage in such frivolous activity?”

“My- my apologies, Miss Cinch,” Rarity stammered, taking a step in front of her trembling and assuming responsibility. “I was merely... merely touched by Miss Fluttershy's kindness and I found myself carried away. Please forgive me.”

“Hmph. You are forgiven- this time,” Cinch said after a time, hands resting upon gorgeous hips as she assessed their conduct. Surprising to think they would dare with such open displays of affection with their mistress still present, to even consider looking upon someone but their glorious lady! “However, for future reference, let's ensure any sort of improper behavior does not occur during duty hours, shall we?” Her voice remained even-keeled, though the dark gleam in her eyes spoke volumes.

“Yes, Miss Cinch. Of course,” Rarity answered with a bow, all prim and proper apologies in every aspect of her being. She even appeared truly mournful as to her sins.

“Y- yes, Miss Cinch,” Fluttershy added, her own deep bow showcasing her ample bosom that strained against the fabric of her uniform.

Lecherous eyes fell upon that sightly chest and caused lips to curl upwards in the smallest of smiles. Fluttershy did know how to properly appease, at least. Perhaps, in the future, she would have to be duly rewarded with a romantic evening by her lady.

Heels against marble met their ears; two pairs of feet were moving towards the entrance hall from the depths of the mansion, the first sign of awaited arrival. Cinch turned from her displeasure and instead to the sight of her most resplendent, expected company, full lips transforming from pursed to wide and brimming with satisfaction.

“There you are! My darlings!” Cinch proclaimed, welcoming the appearance of Sunset Shimmer and Twilight Sparkle. She strode toward them in exaggerated steps, allowing the sashay of her hips to garner all attention from the young women about her. “I see Rarity's attire has suited you wonderfully. Now, flaunt yourselves for me. I want to see you!”

The two young woman, fresh from the depths of chambers more lavish than that of their former peers, complied with the commands of their potent lover, slow twirls to let the fullness of their figures be flaunted for Cinch's viewing pleasure. Ooh, such a decadent sight! The very same dress their mistress wore adorned their skin also, a tight-fitting sheath gown with sequins that rippled at the slightest movement, complete with matching gloves of shimmering color. That wondrously deep, pointed plunge of the neckline down to just above the midriff to showcase their cleavage; Sunset's more rounded and full than Twilight's smooth chest, but even hers could not hope to match their sweet beloved. A well-sculpted bottom could be found upon Sunset's figure while Twilight's sleek physique remained sweet and trim, though certainly taller. In the colors of deep red and dark blue respectively, the two young beauties were a tongue of flame and a tall glass of water, dressed in all their finery and made to entice their most glorious mistress.

And the black collars about their neck? Oh, it was the perfect touch.

Cinch's summation of them was wildly pleasant, a hungering smirk on her painted lips. “Mmm... most delightful. You look wonderful.”

Twilight, a hint of a shiver in her form, blushed a shade of pink and smiled. “Thank you, Mistress! It's such a pretty dress- thank you for letting look like you tonight!”

“It feels... amazing, Mistress,” Sunset added, her smile glowing even though her eyes weren't quite as bright. “It's just so sexy! Do you like what you see?”

“I most certainly do,” Cinch replied slowly, a quick hand finding the fire-haired woman's bottom for a pinch, just strong enough to elicit a soft cry of delight. “I might even have to indulge myself now and then. Be improper in public.”

“I hope you do, Mistress,” Sunset said and she leaned in against her woman's arm, head resting against shoulder so she could look up into those dark eyes. "I want you to enjoy me so bad...”

“And me as well, Mistress," Twilight offered readily. Her hands fell upon Cinch's strong arms and nuzzled the older woman's nose with her own. “Just imagine how good I can make you feel! And how much fun we can have together.”

“And don't I know it,” Cinch said, nibbling on the young woman's neck until Twilight was a mess of eager titters, the young woman always easily worked up by the affections of her mistress. “Are we ready to depart, ladies? I hope your extra time getting ready wasn't wasteful.”

Twilight shook her head. “No, Mistress, we're ready! We wouldn't want to disappoint you!”

“We've been looking forward to tonight all month long,” Sunset added in a husky voice, her arms coming about Cinch's neck as she pressed her form tight. Those lidded eyes beckoned, luring her mistress in for more. “As if we wouldn't want to spend a romantic evening with you!”

“Excellent. Then let's be off.” Cinch released her dates from her tight grasp and turned to her awaiting staff. “Fluttershy, Rarity, you may return to your quarters for the evening. You are dismissed." When she received a bow of acknowledgement from the two women, Cinch turned to the rack beside the door and took the pair of dark leashes that hung there. “Ladies?”

Twilight was, as was her custom, the first to obey, shuffling over and raising her head to more openly expose the collar about her neck. At the sound of soft metal clicking into place, the mousy-faced girl gave a soft cooing sound. “Ooh, I like it when you take control of me, Mistress. It just turns me on so much!”

“I'm delighted, pet,” and the deep smirk on Cinch's lips affirmed it. “And you, Sunset? Do you enjoy me taking control?”

The second leash was latched on and held tight, perhaps a bit more than the first. Sunset's eyes flashed wide and white at the initial tug, a deeply-buried instinct demanding she resist this willed mindset put upon her. Cinch's grip about the leash tightened, her senses not unaware of the young woman's plight. And it would not be the first time their wills and clashed...

The fire-haired woman tried to will her resistance onwards and regain herself, even the smallest bit. But as had been for many a moon, her resolve would only last so long- and after this great breadth that had seen her succumb, it could only last for a moment. Sunset smiled upon her elder beloved as she murmured, “I love it when you take control, Mistress. I wish you'd always owned me!”

“Then I'm making up for lost time, pet,: Cinch said, and the stronger tug she gave to the leash caused Sunset to stumble forward with a gasp, the expression of shock on her face soon replaced by a beautifully sultry smile. “You're so much better when you're a well-behaved girl. You should be so glad to be mine.”

As her two girlfriends cooed and fussed over her flawless form, Cinch took hold of their respective leashes to give them the gentlest of tugs in command, her gloved hands falling to buttocks and gripping down hard. “Come, my lovelies,” Cinch commanded, guiding them from their place in the entrance hall to the door. “We have a most splendid evening ahead of us.”

Out the door to the awaiting limousine, a well-groomed woman of many colors awaiting their arrival in the driver's seat. The three beauties settled inside and were soon whisked away by the obedient employee within, to luxuries destinations that awaited their romantic presence.

"I'm so excited for tonight, Mistress," Twilight sighed, her hands sliding up and down Cinch's frame. Those luscious breasts deserved the utmost petting, from the upper of the globe to the strained line between that barely saw them separate. "I've been looking forward to it for so long now, and I... I wish I knew how to put it into words!"

"If you don't know how to, pet, then don't try," Cinch replied. "Instead... why don't you two darlings show me how much tonight means to you? I would love to know what you're feeling."

Lips came together in an instant, two beautiful young women not wasting a moment of time to express their affections for their beloved lady. It was a lengthy drive, and there was plenty of ways to express themselves before they came to their destination. Date night had arrived.

Author's Note

I wanted the whole thing done before today came around, but... well, illness and a lot of work can really rob you of time. I'm tired.

I will get Part Two done, but I wanted to at least publish something for today as a V-Day special.