A taxi ride; giggling and chattering; a flurry of thoughts and desires.

They swept into Adagio's room, kicking off their shoes as they went. When the door was closed, Adagio grabbed Sunset, picked her up, hands supporting her ass, and carried her over to the dresser. Sitting on it, Sunset was a couple inches taller than Adagio. She wrapped her legs around Adagio, and pulled her in close.

In between kissing Sunset's neck, Adagio whispered, “I've … missed you … so … much.” Her hands ran up Sunset's thighs, pushed up her dress until they settled on the bare skin of her waist. “You are the most wonderful little pony I have ever known.” She nuzzled Sunset's jawline, then went back to her kisses, interspersing them with gentle blows against the skin.

Sunset moaned. She grasped Adagio's shoulders – delicate beneath the soft velvet – and shivered.

Adagio moved to her shoulder and, her hands still busy caressing Sunset's waist and hips, took the strap of the dress and the bra beneath it in her teeth and pulled it down. Then she did the same on the other side. Her kisses moved across Sunset's collarbone, down over her breasts, down to where the nipple was almost visible. Sunset, lost in bliss, didn't notice the motion of Adagio's hand until it exposed her nipple and pinched it. Sunset yelped. Again, the pinch; this time she managed to stifle the cry.

“Good girl,” murmured Adagio. She leant forward to take Sunset's nipple in her mouth.

Sunset grabbed her hair and pulled her back. “Not quite,” she said. She pushed Adagio away from the dresser, stood and straightened her dress.

Adagio stared at her . “What –”

“Keep up,” said Sunset. Grabbing Adagio's curls again, she pulled downwards. “And get on your knees.”

Adagio hesitated, then smiled and sank to her knees. “Yes, ma'am.”

Another loose strand of hair was hanging in Sunset's face. She brushed it back. Her nipple was still exposed; she let it. For a moment she let Adagio wait, stroking her neck and chin, The she walked round behind Adagio and moved her forward. Adagio followed the direction, going on her hands and knees. The velvet gown draped over her, showing in outline the curves of her ass.

Sunset stood admiring, then with her foot moved Adagio's knees further apart. There. Perfect. “Stay there,” she ordered, and on a whim check the dresser. There! In the second drawer down lay the crop Adagio had first used on her. She took it, swished it gently. Adagio, facing the other way, couldn't see her.

Sunset brought it down hard on her ass. A loud and satisfying thwack; Adagio tensed and gasped. She looked around for a moment, and her eyes widened. A second smack. A third. The forth went against the back of her thighs. The next three on her sides and back. Aside from brief gasps and stifled moans, she was quiet.

Adagio on her hands and knees, body tense and trembling, but still cloaked in the gown. Sunset dropped down beside her and ran her hands over Adagio's back, trailing down to briefly rest on her ass, then over her legs. She found the gown's slit and opened it, moving the rear part of the skirt up to reveal Adagio's ass. So she was wearing something under it – a tiny black thong, with a waistband high on the hips.

Sunset ran her hands over the bare skin of Adagio's ass, squeezing and gently slapping the soft flesh. The outline of Adagio's pussy was clearly visible through the cotton, slicked with fluid already. Much as she wanted to to, Sunset avoided touching it.

Instead, she grasped the crop firmly, doing her best not to let Adagio know – and smacked it firmly against her pussy.

This time Adagio did make a noise – a shriek of surprise as much as pain. Quickly, while she was still off-guard, Sunset brought the crop down on her ass. Another cry, quieter this time, and stifled halfway through. Sunset moved round to see Adagio's face – blushing for having lost control – and smiled sweetly at her. Adagio pouted.

After shuffling back behind her, Sunset saw the hit had moved the fabric. Half of Adagio's pussy was exposed to the air. Sunset reached out with the crop and with it gently stroked the bare lip. Adagio shivered at the contact. The tip of the crop pushed, sliding into Adagio's slit, moving up. It must have touched her clit, because Adagio tensed up and let out a soft moan. Her fingers dug into the carpet.

“Stay still,” ordered Sunset. She pulled the thong aside, exposing everything. After a moment to admire the view, and after dropping the crop on the dresser, she lay down on her back and shuffled between Adagio's legs – the girl's pussy right above her. From here the scent of Adagio's pussy was strong, irresistible. Sunset lifted her head and brought her mouth against Adagio's pussy. Musky, sticky fluid on her lips, inside her mouth. Soft flesh parting as she slipped her tongue inside. With one hand she held Adagio's thigh; the other came up to play with her own exposed nipple. A wave of pleasure; she moaned into Adagio's pussy, and Adagio murmured in response.

There – she found Adagio's clit, and again Adagio tensed up. Her legs spread further, her hips lowered until she was resting against Sunset's face. Sunset continued to play with her clit. She moved her hand from Adagio's leg up to slip a finger inside her pussy.

Adagio shifted, moving backwards and rising so she was straddling Sunset. She grabbed Sunset's wrists and forced her hands above her head. “Keep up,” she said.

Sunset nodded up at her. “Yes, ma'am.”

Adagio released her wrists, grabbed the top of her dress and pulled it down to her tummy. Then she unhooked Sunset's bra in one smooth movement and threw it across the room. Her hands mauled Sunset's breasts mercilessly, making her yelp. Fingernails raked down her sides, leaving red marks.

After a few more scratches, Adagio gathered up the skirts of her gown to expose her crotch once again. She shuffled forwards – her pussy hovering over Sunset's mouth, her thighs pressing against the sides of Sunset's head. “Finish what you started.”

“Yes, ma'am.” Sunset lifted her head and kissed Adagio's labia. A fresh layer of fluid stuck to her lips. She slid her tongue into Adagio's folds. For a moment, the pushed-aside thong fell back into place; Adagio moved it aside, and started to stroke herself.

Soon after, Adagio began to curse under her breath and murmur fragments like “wonderful little pony” and “Sunset Shimmer, you beautiful …” Sunset could just about see her chest heaving, they outlines of her stiff nipples visible through the velvet. She grabbed Sunset's hair and pulled hard.

Adagio tensed; shivered. Her juices gushed briefly against Sunset's face. Amid chokes and splutters, Sunset managed to swallow some. The rest went down against her cheeks, her hair, her neck.

Relaxing, Adagio sank back to straddling Sunset's chest. She looked down at Sunset and smiled. Then she leaned over and kissed her, fully and deeply. Her tongue, soft and warm, in Sunset's mouth.

“Wonderful,” she said softly as she moved back and crawled off Sunset. With one sweep, she pulled Sunset's dress the rest of the way down, catching her panties in the process and leaving her naked.

Sunset sat up slightly, glanced down at her body – lightly covered in sweat.

Adagio's hand came down, pinched one of her nipples. “Down!”

Sunset obeyed. Adagio caressed her body, fingertips running lightly over her neck and breasts and tummy. One hand came to rest between her legs, then came back up so Sunset could lick her own juices from the palm.

Adagio looked down on her, eyes full of warmth, even when she pinched and scratched.

Reaching up to touch her arm, Sunset said, “I love you.”

Adagio took her hand. “I love you too.”

Sunset smiled at her. “My turn.” She scrambled up as quickly as she could and wrestled Adagio to the ground. For a moment or two they rolled, and it seemed like Adagio might regain the upper hand, but after another twist she ended up face-down on the carpet with Sunset on the small of her back.

And there, on her back, was the zip of her gown. Sunset unzipped it, and slipped the gown off Adagio's shoulders. Adagio had given in by this point and allowed Sunset to take it off entirely. Sunset considered throwing it aside, but instead just folded it over a chair.

Adagio wasn't wearing a bra. Her thong was all that was left, still pushed to one side and wet with her juices. Sunset slapped her ass, then rolled her over onto her front and straddled her. Holding Adagio's arms steady, she brought her mouth down to the small breasts below her, taking to already hard nipples in her mouth, running her tongue and lips over them, biting occasionally. Adagio closed her eyes, murmured to herself, and scratched at Sunset's legs.

Sunset rose and stretched. “Stay there,” she ordered.

“Yes, little pony,” said Adagio, grinning.

Sunset retrieved a thing, silvered vibrator from the drawer of toys. Then she settled over the girl once more, her pussy just above Adagio's face, and her face above Adagio's pussy. “Lick me out,” she said.

The surge of pleasure between her legs was immediate and shocking. Sunset trembled and nearly collapsed, mewling with joy.

She struggled to regain herself control – on the second try it worked, and she grabbed the vibrator and in one motion slid it inside Adagio. Beneath her Adagio tensed. She turned on the vibrator, a medium setting.

Adagio paused and let out a brief cry. Sunset lowered her head and, while slowly fucking Adagio with the vibrator, extended her tongue into Adagio's folds and sought out her clit. Adagio returned the gesture.

More surges of pleasure like waves crashing against the beach. Sunset was just about aware of Adagio's hips bucking beneath her, of the slick vibrator in her hand, of Adagio's pussy against her lips. She kept going, harder and harder. Adagio's fingers dug into her ass, moving occasionally to scratch her sides. Orgasm came closer and closer.

Sunset came, crying out as she did so. The vibrator fell from her hand. Her head rested, caught between Adagio's legs.

Adagio stopped. She was shivering, still close. “Get … get off me for a moment,” she said weakly. “Get on the bed.”

Sunset rolled off Adagio and lay on her side.

Adagio struggled to her feet. “Something I want to try,” she murmured, kicking off her thong.

Sunset crawled over to the bed and climbed up.

When Adagio came back, it was clear she'd retrieved something from the drawer. A double-headed dildo. Without needing to be asked, Sunset lay on her back. Adagio moved between her open legs and kissed her. The taste of Sunset's juices still clung to her lips. For a moment they just kissed, and the toy lay forgotten.

Then Adagio was moving again.

“Wait,” said Sunset. “I thought … maybe if you want to fuck your little pony, she should have her tail?”

Adagio broke into a smile. “Good idea.” She walked back over to the drawer, came back with the tail, and handed it to Sunset. “You put it in.”

Sunset felt the smooth surface and looked up at Adagio, who stood there, waiting for her and grinning. She'd never done this before. She spread her legs and, hand trembling a little, moved it in place. A shiver rolled down her as the tip touched and began to penetrate her ass. She kept going – twinges of pain, sparks of pleasure – until it was wall the way in.

Adagio patted her leg. Looking down, Sunset saw the red and yellow hair draping over the bed. She felt full but comfortable.

While she was still musing at that, Adagio nudged one end of the dildo up against her pussy. Sunset's back arched, and she let out a little yelp. She grabbed ineffectually at the bedclothes as it entered her. She looked down again when it stopped – above the tail now stuck several inches of sleek black, Adagio holding the other end.

For a moment she lay back with her eyes closed, feeling the fullness and pressure inside her, soaking in the little jolts of sensation each time she shifted. She reached out to Adagio, who was standing beside the bed, and stroked her leg. “Your turn.” She held the end of the dildo steady.

Adagio nodded and clasped her hand. Then she climbed onto the bed, positioned herself above the dildo, and slowly lowered herself onto it. Sunset felt the motion of as it penetrated Adagio, and moaned softly.

And then it was inside both of them. Adagio leant forward so she was above Sunset. Her eyes closed; she bit at her lip, shivering, then moved down to kiss Sunset. Ginger hair draped all around Sunset's face as they kissed. She ran her hands over Adagio's body – over her back, squeezing her ass, holding her waist. Adagio began to rock her hips back and forth, fucking her. As her kisses moved down to Sunset's neck, she reached down and tugged Sunset's tail, eliciting a little yelp of surprise.

They moved in harmony. Pleasure built inside, faster and faster. Adagio's hands came up to stroke Susnet's face, and they looked into one another's eyes as they came together. Once, twice. The third time came with a plateau of pleasure so great Sunset didn't know how long it lasted. The world dropped away, and it was just her and Adagio together.

Eventually it was over. Adagio slid off the dildo and fell to the side, murmuring. Both their bodies were covered in a glistening sheen of sweat. Adagio curled up beside Sunset and kissed her forehead.

Sunset nuzzled her. “I love you.”

“I love you, Sunset Shimmer.”

After tidying, they showered together, too tired for more sex, but cuddling each other under the running water. And finally, they slept, with Adagio clinging to Sunset and murmuring.

Author's Notes:

Warning: Next chapter contains Sonata.