Chapter 103

Canterlot. A beautiful city during the day. A nice place to live, to work, to shop, to go to school. At night, it was a lively place. The downtown core was alive with bright lights, theatres and shopping malls; bars, coffee shops and nightclubs. The perfect place to cut loose and unwind, to meet new people and maybe even get a little tipsy.

The entire city was not this lucky, unfortunate as that may be. The low-income areas were dark and gloomy after nightfall, as was the industrial complex, making these sections a hotbed for criminal activity. No one dared walk these streets after dark for fear of being mugged, beaten, raped, or worse; unless, of course, the one doing the walking happened to be the source of these fears.

Such is the case of the small band of thieves who were busy breaking into a pawn shop on one of the darkest streets in town, far east of the tracks, where traveling on foot was a frightening prospect even during the day...

It was the smallest hour of Friday, November the 18th. The street was dark and deserted, so dark, in fact, that no one could possibly have noticed the work truck that had pulled up and parked in front of a run-down pawn shop. Said truck had been reported stolen from a scrap yard a few days earlier, its utility box loaded with tools, cutters and welding equipment, the combination of which was worth many thousands of dollars. It was not taken for its value, however; rather, it was commandeered for its usefulness.

The pawn shop in question was, of course, in a bad neighbourhood and as such, its glass door and front windows were heavily fortified with iron bars, as well as a swing gate that secured the front door like a prison cell.

This was of little consequence for our thieves, however. The truck was, after all, equipped with a plasma cutter, which, as per their plan, made gaining entry to the pawn shop a relatively easy task.

There were three of them: a taller man, dressed in work clothes; a fairly petite young woman, dressed in fishnet stockings and a tattered, black jacket, her face plastered with pale make-up, contrasted by heavy, blue eyeliner and black lipstick. Finally, there was a second man, stumpy and thick, wearing clothes that barely fit him—unfortunate clothes that’d been stretched sadistically around his greasy frame.

The hum of the plasma cutter filled the otherwise silent street with its incessant buzzing, accompanied by a blinding, flickering light that cast a deceptively gigantic shadow of the tall man on the opposite buildings. He knelt before the door, cutting through its protective barricade, hoping to gain entry before much longer—before the extravagant light show attracted any unwanted attention.

Truth be told, most of what was hidden within the walls of that pawn shop was stolen anyway, turned in for money to help feed a hopeless addiction, pay a prostitute, or even buy one’s way out a of pair of broken legs. This fact alone made it easy for them to break-in and help themselves to the merchandise guilt-free, with little-to-no consequences placed on what was left of their consciences.

The goth girl leaned on the side of the truck, waiting impatiently while scrolling through her phone. The stocky man kept a modest distance, maintaining a watchful eye around the corner for any passers-by who may become witnesses to the crime—not that he really expected to see any.

“Ugh…” the girl groaned as the cutter clicked noisily from within the back of the truck, prompting her to step away from its intolerable racket. “Are you almost done, or what?” she growled, shielding her eyes from the bluish light as she took position beside her partner-in-crime.

His reply was nothing more than a set of muffled syllables that emanated from inside the welding mask.

She rolled her eyes and glanced down at her phone again, shaking her head in annoyance. Only seconds later, however, the noise stopped, much to her delight. “Fuck, are you finally done?”

He straightened up on his knees and held the cutter up to have a look at it. “No,” he grumbled, after flipping the welding mask to the top of his head. “It stopped for some reason,” he explained gruffly, his voice tainted with irritation as he pulled the wire forward to inspect it, only to find that it was attached to nothing. Holding it up, he could see even in the dark that it had been sliced off clean.

“What the hell?” he growled.

How did this happen? Did something fall off the truck and land on it? Determined to complete his task so he could claim the spoils of his labour, he looked over his shoulder to see what had happened.

What he saw caused his heart to jump nearly right out of his throat.

A mysterious woman stood barely two feet away, dressed in a tight, black outfit with wide, pointy collars and a deep V-neck, showcasing her milky-white cleavage. On her face was a black mask, topped by dark, indigo hair that was tightly wound into a coil behind her head. In her hand was a long, clear blade, its razor-like edges sparkling even in the dull moonlight.

“WHOA!” He leapt to his feet and fled in a panic, shoving past the goth girl and knocking her against the wall.

“Ah... fuck! ASSHOLE!” she grunted as her phone clattered onto the sidewalk after being knocked from her hands. “What the fuck is your prob-“

Her sentence was cut short by a sharp gasp when she saw the masked spectre standing there. Her heavily-lined eyes widened and she stood motionless for what felt like an eternity, paralysed with fear.

Was this really happening? she wondered. Was she really standing face-to-face with THE Dark Mistress? While she’d only heard tales of the mysterious vigilante, be it through friends or on the local news, she’d never actually seen what the Mistress looked like, but there was no doubt in that poor, frightened girl’s mind who this was.

The slender woman in black moved suddenly yet silently, raising her arm to swipe the sword in a graceful loop, ending in a rather aggressive pose with her feet apart and the blade straight across her chest.

The girl’s knees began to buckle when she witnessed the sheer precision of it; the way that glassy blade cut through the air was both mesmerising and terrifying at once, and it seemed quite obvious that her own flesh would offer little more resistance than the air itself if that blade decided it wanted to pass through her.

With her back against the wall, she shuffled a few steps away, struggling to find her voice. The blank expression and sharp eyes of the masked woman pierced the girl’s mind when she raised her chin and looked down upon her: a silent dare for her to run.

At last, the girl found her motor skills and turned to make her escape. “Uhh, aaah… AAAAAAHH!” Each cry of panic climbed in volume as she took off after her partner in crime, who was shockingly still only a few strides ahead, running towards the closest alley. To her, the interaction between her and the Mistress had lasted for centuries, but in reality, it was but a few seconds.

When they closed in on the last several feet before the corner, their fat comrade emerged, zipping the fly of his jeans up.

“God dammit! You were supposed to be standing guard!” the tall man hollered as he charged towards his surprised partner.

“Huh? I was taking a piss.”

“It’s the Dark Mistress! Go! GO!”

The fat man’s eyes widened, and he drew an asthmatic gasp when he saw the dark, slender figure standing next to the truck, watching their departure. “SHIT!” He slobbered on himself when his panic struck, and he turned to run back into the dark alley. The other two rounded the corner and followed; each of them were about fifteen feet from one another, sprinting with all their might in a single file down the dark pathway.

“I hope you’re ready, darling…”

The voice came from the street behind them, near the truck they had just abandoned.

Panting heavily as she ran, the goth girl’s adrenaline-pumped mind couldn’t help but wonder if the Mistress was talking to her and the two men, or if she was addressing someone else—and if so, who could it be? Was there someone else in the street that night, engaging in dirty deeds that they hadn’t noticed? Perhaps, if they were lucky, it would serve to distract the Mistress long enough to allow their escape.

Despite her fear, she forced herself to turn and look behind her to see if the Mistress had given chase, but the alley behind them was empty. She looked ahead once again with a shade of relief filling her mind. The alley was long, but straight, and the far end was wide open and inviting, calling to them, coaxing them in for a free escape.

All they had to do was get there. It was a direct path, aside from the random dust bins and the occasional dumpster that sat along the wall. Easy obstacles to get around. No problem there.

The chubby man’s lead shrank rapidly due to his rather unathletic gate; as the tall man came only a few feet from overtaking him, he happened to pass a large dumpster that resided on their right.

As they approached the far edge of the bin, a long and powerful leg, wrapped in shiny, black material swung out and drove its high-heel into the greasy man’s right brow. His head snapped back and his feet shot into the air. He landed on his shoulders with a terrific thud, and just like that, he was laid-out on the cold pavement like a beached whale.

The other two skidded to a stop, their breath locking itself in their throats, too afraid to show itself in the cold air even as their pounding hearts cried out for oxygen. Their mouths gaped in horror as their comrade lay motionless in front of them, grounded by an unknown force; a force that now stood between them and their only escape from the Dark Mistress.

Their eyes widened as the architect of their partner’s fall revealed herself: a second woman, dressed in the same tight, black attire as the Mistress herself, the only differences being the red stripes down her arms —rather than white ones— and her thighs being crested with a red and yellow sun, replacing the trio of diamonds that adorned the Mistress’ legs. This woman was notably taller and built more heavily, with deep, olive-toned skin and impressive cleavage; the ensemble was topped by a head of brunette hair, tied loosely in the back while leaving a single spiral free to hang down her forehead, fluttering in front of the black mask as she stepped slowly and confidently into the center of the alley to block their escape.

Desperate, the remaining two thieves turned back in hopes of a retreat, only to find the far end of the alley blocked by the white-skinned Mistress, standing with her weight on one leg, arms folded, not moving. Just watching.

“Shit,” the girl cursed as they turned back to face the new vigilante. “There’s two of them now?”

“What the fuck…” the tall man whispered, watching anxiously as the taller lady in black appeared to be sizing them up. “Uhh…”

He glanced at his rather small partner —who was cautiously reaching into her jacket while keeping her eyes on their new adversary— and then back at the masked woman. In a snap decision born out of cowardice, he grabbed the goth girl by the arm and shoved her towards the vigilante, intending to slip by while she was distracted by his partner.

His plan was grossly ill-conceived, however. The masked woman sidestepped the stumbling girl with little effort and swung her leg out to the side, catching the tall man across the mid-section before he could pass. He grunted and stumbled backward, clutching his stomach as the vigilante quickly turned and reached out to grab the goth girl’s hair before she could slip away, yanking her back to join her partner.

The tall man returned with a direct attack; a swift and heavy right hook was his first try at putting the masked woman down, but she leaned to the side and took his wrist, twisted it, and then grabbed the back of his head with her other hand. She drove his face downward to meet her knee when she brought it up, producing an impressively loud thud which sent him reeling backwards, giving the spectre a brief opening to turn her attention to the goth girl.

The girl herself was no slouch. Though not physically imposing, she was in fact armed; after being interrupted by the tall man when he shoved her, she had finished drawing a semi-automatic pistol in hopes of gaining the upper hand. The woman in black was quicker than she appeared, however; a gloved hand gripped the top of the gun in an instant and the slide was shoved back, rendering the weapon unable to fire.

Unprepared for the weapon’s betrayal, she glanced down at it. Realising what had happened, she quickly brought her sights back to the masked woman just in time for a black fist collide with her mouth. The impact spun her around and she slammed face-first into the dumpster, her lip split wide open by her opponent’s knuckles. With a grunt, she gingerly touched her lip when the taste of blood entered her senses, but then she gasped suddenly when a realisation struck her: the gun was gone, and she was now empty-handed.

She turned quickly to appraise the situation, praying that she wasn’t being held at the point of her own gun. What she found instead was a black hand landing a tight grip her throat, squeezing her airway closed and slamming her back against the metal bin. Wheezing pitifully, her eyes widened when she came face-to-face with the masked vigilante, those phosphorescent irises blazing through that dark mask in the moonlight, nearly stopping the young girl’s heart right then and there.

The shuffling of footsteps came from beyond that terrifying visage, and the woman looked over her shoulder to see the tall man charging on her six. A tall, high-heeled boot shot out from behind her, catching his chin and jarring his head to the side, and from there he staggered backwards until the back of his head met the bricks on the far side of the alley.

After watching him slide down to the ground to begin his nap, the masked woman faced the goth girl for a second, then glanced to the left at a dustbin with its lid missing. Without hesitation, she placed her other hand under the girl’s arm and hoisted her into the air, then carried her by the throat a few steps and tossed her head-first into the can. A loud, metallic bang echoed down the alley as the girl was driven to the bottom of the bin, her fishnet-wrapped legs pointing into the air like some sort of bizarre modern artwork.

Sighing, the masked woman retrieved the pistol from the ground next to her feet. She unloaded the magazine and dropped it into a separate dustbin, then she threw the gun itself into the dumpster.

“How was that?”

The sound of clapping echoed from the far end of the alley. ”Bravo, darling. Bravo!” The Mistress’ reply sounded through the taller woman’s earpiece, echoed by her actual voice as it traveled down the long corridor an instant later. ”You have ALL the grace and subtlety of a bull in a china shop, to put it simply.”

“Pffft…” The vigilante chuckled as she surveyed the carnage. “I play rough. That’s how I roll.”

”Well... did you really need to be so hard on that girl?”

The brunette stopped for a moment to consider her methods. “To be honest, I felt kind of bad for her at first, cuz of how that guy pushed her at me so he could get away; but when she pulled that gun on me I was like: oh no you didn’t.”

”That is fair, I suppose,” her partner’s voice replied through the earpiece. ”I must say though: the sight of you in action, wearing that suit: it certainly was captivating—aside from the brunette hair, of course. It does not go well with the colour scheme of the suit at all, but beyond that, you looked simply amazing!”

She shook her head as the sound of footsteps began to echo through the passage. “I told you, I had to dye it again for the confession video. Besides, we used temporary dye this time; it should be gone in a few days.” She glanced over her shoulder as she spoke, watching the Mistress trot her way through the alley to join her.

“Tsk-tsk, darling. Just look at these poor souls!” she said as she inspected the scene before shaking her head. ”SUCH a brute you are.”

“Yeah well…” With the Mistress close by, the masked brunette reached up to switch her earpiece off as she turned away from the bin with the girl’s legs sprouting from it. “That’s what happens when you cross the ‘nightmare.’”

The Mistress paused, giving her head a perplexed tilt. “I beg your pardon… nightmare?”

“Yeah, you know: ‘Knight’… as in ‘of the round table,’ like a warrior; and ‘Mare’… because of where I’m from.” She put her arms out to present herself, glaring at her friend. “You know… ’Knight Mare!’ Get it?”

The Mistress stood with her arms folded, deadpanning her partner. “Yes, I get it. And it certainly is, darling.”

“Ugh... whatever.” Knight Mare groaned and rolled her eyes. “And you’re called the ‘Dark Mistress’ even though you are obviously white as a fucking ghost?”

The Mistress clenched her fists at her sides and stamped a foot. “It’s my outfit that is dar-“ she stopped herself and cleared her throat, then she pointed her nose into the air. “For your information, I didn’t come up with the name. T’was the media who did.”

“OK fine,” Knight Mare sighed, looking down at the tall man. “Let’s clean these guys up and get outta here.”

*****

Moments later, the trio of unconscious thieves were propped against the side of the stolen truck, their hands tied behind their backs; a perfect little gift package for the police to discover within the next few hours.

With every loose end tied, the masked duo left the scene and returned to the rooftops to have a look over the city. There was very little traffic on the police scanner and city cameras by then —other than the thieves they’d already taken care of— so they decided to keep watch over the streets for another hour or so, after which, if nothing came up, they would call it a night.

An hour and a half passed uneventfully, so the pair finally decided to call it a night and retreated into the shadows.

“I can’t believe this is where you of all people come to change, Rare,” Sunset chuckled, shaking her head as she scanned the dark, dusty room, hidden away inside a dilapidated building that stood in the old industrial complex, just on the outskirts of town.

“Well I can’t very well hop in my car and drive home dressed like this, now can I?” Rarity replied snidely. “And in order to change back into my own clothes without being seen, I must come here to do it, then I walk to that hidden parking spot I was fortunate enough to find, and I drive home in my regular clothes.”

“Hm. Makes sense, I guess,” Sunset replied, rubbing her chin as she looked around the once-busy office, taking in the details of the broken furniture strewn about, not to mention the cracked walls, broken windows and dusty floor. She shook her head. “It’s just… this is the last place I’d expect to see you, given how much of an anal-retentive clean-freak you are.”

“Oh believe me, if I could book a fancy hotel room downtown, I would, darling, but unfortunately, that would not be very discreet,” the fashionista replied as she pulled their bag of clothes out from under a desk. “I had a much better place to change at the start of all this, but I had to re-locate after I was jumped by those agents that night, especially with the police sniffing around during the investigation that followed.”

Sunset snorted. “It’s fine, Rare,” she said, pulling the band from her hair to let her wavy, brunette locks fall around her shoulders.

Rarity watched her for a moment, noting how striking Sunset looked with her hair down while still wearing the mask.

“Ugh… let’s see how this thing comes off this time,” Sunset groaned as she slipped her fingers under the stiff, shiny collar. “It definitely feels softer already, I’ll give it that.”

Rarity, who’d become slightly dazed by the thought of Sunset removing the suit —which reminded her of what happened last time they were in this exact situation— blinked a few times and then re-focused on the other girl. “Wh-… pardon? Oh! No, it doesn’t take long for it to loosen up,” she replied quickly as she watched Sunset pull the material outwards. “Er… would you like a hand, darling?”

“Uhh... hang on, let me try it first,” Sunset replied, turning to face the other way. “I’d kinda like to be able to get outta this thing myself, you know?”

“Of course.” Rarity nodded, watching somewhat absentmindedly. She cleared her throat. “I quite enjoyed myself tonight. The application that Mr. Ingram was kind enough to supply us worked splendidly, I must say.”

“Yeah, it worked great,” Sunset grunted as she wrestled and squirmed, keeping her back to Rarity. “Especially being able to talk to each other from a distance.”

“Oh… yes. Very clever, that Mr. Ingram.”

“Hnnngh!... Yeah.”

Silence followed.

Rarity had yet to move. It was a strange feeling for her, finally having company on her little adventures. Granted, she’d been out with Twilight once already, but she wasn’t trained. Sunset, on the other hand, did very well, and this perhaps made the fashionista feel a bit less… like the alpha. She was no longer the sole watcher of Canterlot—a position she herself had created. Now, there were two of them. And more soon to come.

“Do you wish Flutters and Golds were here with us?”

Rarity held her breath for a moment, unprepared for the question. “Oh, well... perhaps, Sunset, but… having you with me tonight has been... most pleasant.”

Sunset paused and looked over her shoulder at the other girl. “You OK, Rare?”

Rarity stared back at her, those sapphire eyes of hers sparking up a stark contrast against the mask. “I… I don’t know.”

Sunset looked confused.

Rarity sighed. “It’s just… simply put, I… I-I don’t recall the last time you and I spent this much time alone together. It’s just a bit of a-“

“A change of pace?”

The fashionista nodded. “Especially after seeing so little of you when you were away at school these past few years. Then you went with Golds to rescue Fluttershy, and since you got home, you’ve been away with Twilight so much… again. I just…”

“No, I… I get it,” Sunset spoke up, letting her eyes drop to the floor. “We really haven’t spent much time together lately, have we?”

Rarity shook her head.

“Well... personally, I had a blast tonight,” Sunset confessed, turning away to resume her struggle with the suit. “This… I mean, until the others join in, could be our thing. Something that just you and I do together, you know?”

“Yes… I suppose.” Rarity rubbed her chin for a moment, then she rolled her eyes and huffed, letting her arms flop down to her sides. “Oh! I am so dreadfully sorry about this, Sunset. I don’t know why I’m feeling or acting this way all-of-the-sudden; we’ve known each other for years, and I’ve been yearning for company during these outings for weeks now; I should be thrilled to have you here with me tonight.”

“It’s fine, Rare. Don’t worry about it. Hnnnngh!” The brunette struggled to pry the collar back, but was unsuccessful. “Look, how about this? After we get changed, we can go to a coffee shop and hang out for a bit. We can talk about stuff that’s going on, and see if we can come up with some more ideas for the app; you know… stuff. What d’you think?”

Rarity smiled, glad that Sunset understood her feelings, and that she was quick to offer a solution. “Alright, Sunset. I think that sounds lovely,” she replied with a nod. Then she leaned on a nearby pillar with her arms folded, watching Sunset attempt to writhe her way out of the outfit.

After several more failed attempts, Sunset finally groaned and shook her head, letting her shoulders drop in defeat.

“Ugh… fuck. I give up.”

“Would you like a hand now, darling?” Rarity giggled as she left the wall to help her friend.

“Yeah-yeah.” Sunset let out a sigh as Rarity began to fiddle with the suit. “Heh! At least Golds isn’t here this time, getting me all hot and bothered,” she chuckled.

“Indeed,” Rarity replied, concentrating on what she was doing.

“So… how have things in paradise been?” Sunset asked, attempting to strike up a conversation.

“Paradise, darling?”

“You know… the three of you guys being back together.”

Rarity paused, then drew a quick breath. “Ah… yes well, it’s been lovely. Though I do feel bad for poor Golds, losing his job like that. He’s been so bored lately. That’s why I had him at the boutique yesterday; I just wanted to give him something to do… to keep him occupied. To be honest, I enjoyed having him there, and he was quite good with the customers, surprisingly.”

“Yeah. Golds can be a lot of fun as long as you can ignore the cheesy jokes he makes sometimes,” Sunset snickered. “It cracks me up though, how he gets all awkward if you don’t laugh at him.”

Rarity giggled. “Yes, I’ve noticed that. I think it’s cute. Ooh! Have you ever noticed how he sometimes speaks old-timey English?”

Sunset’s brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“Like… d’you remember the night we found out he was immortal, and he mentioned that… as society and trends evolve, he evolves along with them without even realising it?”

“Yeah, it comes natural or whatever,” Sunset replied.

“Well, after spending so much time with him, Fluttershy and I have both noticed that he sometimes… reverts back to older dialects,” Rarity explained, her tone labored as she finally managed to slip the black material over Sunset’s shoulder.

“Hm,” Sunset looked down at her freshly bared skin. “I can’t say I’ve noticed that.”

“Really? Even after spending all that time on the road with him?” Rarity asked, taking a step back with her arms folded to watch Sunset peel the rest of the suit off on her own.

“No, but I’m also not too familiar with the older languages here,” Sunset explained. “I wouldn’t even know what to look for. Like… what kind of things does he say?”

“Hmm,” Rarity looked upwards, rubbing her chin as she tried to think of an example. “Ah!” She snapped her finger and looked at Sunset. “When you were gone with Twilight and Shining Armor those two weeks, we were talking one night about how you’d been gone for so long, and out of nowhere, Golds said something along the lines of you ‘making merry for a fortnight,’ or some such thing.” She snorted and let out a coquettish giggle. “I don’t think he’s aware that he did it, and it was all Fluttershy and I could do to not laugh out loud, but ooooohh it was SO adorable!” she swooned, clasping her hands and pressing them to her cheek.

Sunset gave her a confused sneer. “Making what for a whatnight?”

“Oh, uh…” Rarity composed herself and put a finger to her chin, thinking of a way to explain the statement. “Making merry is pretty straight forward: it’s like having fun, essentially... and a fortnight is simply two weeks, a contraction of the words ‘fourteen nights.’ It’s a dialect from colonial times, I do believe—though I’d wager Twilight would know more about it than I.”

“Huh.” Sunset, turned back and gave one last yank to the other shoulder. The suit peeled down her shapely frame, exposing her olive skin to the pale moonlight.

The fashionista quieted herself and watched her friend’s bare back come into view as the shiny material was pulled down to her waist.

Pausing for a short break, Sunset sighed and turned to face the window, placing her hands on her hips as she stared thoughtfully out at the moon. A soft, November gust came up just then, wafting into the room through the broken glass.

Rarity’s eyes widened when she saw Sunset’s nipples harden in response to the air’s icy caress, and she bit her lip when the brunette began to move again, her breasts jiggling like they were performing an enticing dance for the fashionista, who watched in silence as Sunset hooked her thumbs inside the material to begin working it the rest of the way off.

A slow inhale flowed into Rarity’s nostrils. She felt a lovely warmth begin to tingle inside her, watching Sunset’s hips swing back and forth as she inched the tight outfit downward, shimmying one side down, then the other until her mound was all but exposed, leaving only that little cleft barely hidden from sight.

A thought struck the fashionista suddenly; now she knew exactly what had been making her feel uneasy a few minutes ago: it wasn’t that Sunset was usurping her position as Canterlot’s protector, and it wasn’t the fact that she and the brunette hadn’t normally spent this much time alone together.

Rarity was aroused.

She hadn’t expected this to happen —in fact, she hadn’t even considered it a possibility— nor did she know why it was happening, but one thing was certain: the crotch of her suit was moistening. Rapidly.

Perhaps it was a simple case of déjà vu, considering what ended up happening the last time she witnessed her friend slipping out of that very suit. Regardless, images from that night bombarded her mind’s eye, and she was helpless to stave off the warm waves of desire that were now lapping away at her brain. Chewing hungrily at her thumbnail, Rarity watched anxiously as Sunset worked the outfit downwards, praying for a glimpse of that clean, hairless slit; those plump, juicy lips, waiting to be tasted, to be nibbled on…

Then, something else from that night came to the forefront of Rarity’s mind, and her lewd thoughts screeched to a halt. After a moment, she began to spawn an idea. A terrible, wicked idea; a chance at retribution, but not only that, a chance to feed her body the pleasure it so desired.

Knowing that Sunset wasn’t paying attention, a sadistic smile grew on Rarity’s lips, and then she cleared her throat to speak in a rather chipper tone. “Oh Sunset, darling?”

“Yeah?” the brunette replied with a quick glance over her shoulder.

“I, personally, have found it much easier to pull down at the back,” Rarity explained, pointing at Sunset’s partly-exposed butt-crack. “Slide it over your derrière first, then it should slip down your legs with little difficulty.”

“Oh OK.” Falling for the fashionista’s gambit, Sunset proceeded to hook her thumbs into the back of the suit and began to push it downwards.

As soon as she did, Rarity held her hand out and, with a bright flash, a pair of solid diamond shackles appeared around Sunset’s wrists, binding her hands behind her back.

Sunset stopped immediately and held her breath, then she slowly turned her head to look down her back at the makeshift cuffs. “Uh… Rare? Is this you?” she asked nervously, bringing her eyes back up to look at the masked girl.

Rarity was gone, however. The room was empty.

“What the…?” Sunset’s eyes darted around, scanning the darkness for her friend while her heart rate began to pick up, her breaths becoming shaky. “Rare?”

She then heard a light shuffling in the opposite direction, and before she had a chance to turn around, a black boot slid across the floor and swept her feet out from under her. Sunset landed face-down on the floor, a puff of dust blasting out around her face as the wind was knocked from her lungs. Quickly, she tried to roll onto her back to see what was happening, but was stopped when a high-heeled boot planted itself on her back, right between her shoulder blades.

Sunset grunted when she tried to move, but her efforts were hopeless; having her hands tied behind her back with Rarity’s foot pinning her to the floor made any chance of escape impossible. Her only option now was to twist her head around to look up at her captor with those turquoise eyes full of confusion, surrounded by that dark mask.

“Rare… what is this?”

The Dark Mistress, still clad in the full ensemble, glared down at her victim with a face devoid of expression, her eyes staring coldly through the black disguise. “I’m afraid, darling, that I have something of a score to settle with you.”

Sunset’s breathing stopped. Her eyes darted back and forth. “What? What score? What are you talking about?”

“The night you came home, in my bedroom,” Rarity replied sternly. “I seem to remember being taken, held down, my hands bound behind my back; I remember being fucked like this, despite my… objections.”

Sunset quickly shook her head. “What? No, that was Golds, not me. He’s the one you should have a-“

“But it was you, darling, who put him up to it. You instigated. YOU were the one who told him to do it.”

The brunette paused, then she closed her eyes and exhaled slowly. “Aww crap,” she groaned, letting her forehead rest on the floor. She then lifted her head again to look at Rarity, sighing loudly as she accepted her fate—with reluctance, of course. “Fine. So what now?”

Rarity bent down and leaned on her knee with an elbow. “I’m going to move my foot, and you’re going to be still. If you cannot, I shall be forced to restrain you further. Understand?”

Sunset nodded, facing the floorboards.

Rarity lifted her boot from the brunette’s back and, with her hands on her hips, stepped towards Sunset’s feet, her heels thumping noisily on the hollow floor.

All Sunset could do was lie there, hands behind her back while staring at the floor, listening to the deep thuds as they echoed throughout the empty building. The sound stopped a moment later, and she heard only quiet for several seconds, followed by the sound of Rarity’s suit flexing. Then she felt something grasp her left boot.

The fashionista lifted Sunset’s leg and yanked the boot off, then turned her attention to the other to repeat the process. With the boots gone, she took a step forward and stood over the brunette’s thighs, reached down, and then peeled the suit down her legs. The material was cast aside after it was freed from Sunset’s body, leaving her completely nude, face-down on the cold floor with her hands locked behind her back.

Now that Sunset knew Rarity’s reasoning, she’d be lying to herself if she said this hadn’t excited her, but she still felt some apprehension, not knowing exactly what Rarity was planning to do.

She soon found out, however.

Without warning, Rarity turned and sat down hard on Sunset’s back, facing Sunset’s feet, her arms pinned under the fashionista’s derrière.

“UH!” Sunset grunted when Rarity’s weight slammed down onto her, another cloud of dust kicking up around her face when a lungful of breath burst free.

Straddling her friend, Rarity went right to business. She raised both hands above her head, fingers splayed, and then brought them down as hard as she could, slapping them over Sunset’s backside. Cupping a cheek firmly in each hand, Rarity dug her fingertips into the soft flesh like talons and squeezed with all her might, gritting her teeth as she listened to the brunette’s voice come from behind.

But then, Rarity stopped suddenly and chewed her lip in contemplation. She released her grip and let her palms rest idle on Sunset’s derrière, before turning to look over her shoulder at the brunette. “It’s doesn’t have… quite the same effect when it doesn’t hurt, does it?”

Sunset paused for a moment and then turned her head partway to answer. “No… I guess not. Still, it does feel kind of nice… you know, jostling me around… down there.”

Rarity faced forward again to study Sunset’s rear. “Hmm... I suppose we shall see what kind of punishment I can devise then, hm?”

With a thoughtful sigh, the fashionista placed a black fingertip at the top of the brunette’s crack and ran it downwards, tracing a soft line between those perfect cheeks, which had clenched in reaction to Rarity’s touch.

Rarity quickly raised her other hand and gave Sunset’s left cheek a sharp smack, which echoed surprisingly far into the building. “Relax, darling!”

Sunset grunted in protest. “It tickles!”

Rarity shook her head in disapproval, but decided to move on. Leaning forward, she slipped her hands between her friend’s knees and divided them, then she ran her fingertips up the insides of those smooth thighs, inching them towards the warm center at the apex. She cupped one hand over Sunset’s crotch, gently pinching the soft lips between her digits, feeling the intense warmth soak through the glove as she rubbed her fingers around in small circles. Sunset’s back arched slightly, followed by a quiet moan, prompting Rarity to slide her palm upwards, dragging her fingertips through the valley between the brunette’s cheeks. Then she shifted her own derrière backwards so she was sitting closer to Sunset’s shoulders.

Rarity leaned forward and placed her nose between those thighs, allowing her lips to graze the bottoms of Sunset’s cheeks. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply through her nostrils, overflowing her senses with the musk of her friend’s growing arousal.

“Hmmm…” Rarity hummed seductively, her breath wafting against Sunset’s moistening slit. “Someone certainly is excited, aren’t they?”

“Uuh… pretty good. Yeah.” Sunset’s voice was shaky.

After a devilish giggle, the fashionista slowly opened her mouth and let her tongue out, reaching forth until the tip just touched the tender folds before her, causing the brunette to draw a quick breath. When the flavour of her comrade’s nectar was just barely detectable, Rarity withdrew abruptly and sat upright.

“Hm,” she mumbled smartly.

The groan that followed was laced with frustration after feeling the tease of that wet tongue, and then being denied it’s services.

“Do not worry, darling,” Rarity assured, pausing to hilt her index and middle fingers in her mouth to wet them. “You’ll get what’s coming to you.”

A sigh. “I was afraid of that.”

With a quiet chortle, Rarity placed the moist, black fingers between her friend’s thighs and stroked her tender, slick folds very slowly. Cool air rushed into Sunset’s lungs and her eyes drifted shut; she bit her lip, savouring the electric sensations created by the smooth material caressing her, teasing her clit through the protection of that soft, fleshy hood.

Sunset’s hips had begun to auto-gyrate in response, grinding her eager flesh against the invading fingers. Rarity was quick to put a stop to it, however, by grabbing the brunette’s backside with her free hand and pinning her to the floor, eliciting a whimper of protest from Sunset.

“Shhh! That’s enough out of you,” Rarity scolded as she placed her middle fingertip between the hot folds and slipped it inside.

Sunset gasped at the unexpected intrusion; she arched her hips upward to push against Rarity’s grip, inviting more of her friend’s digit into her body.

Rarity reached into the other girl as deeply as she could, curling her finger to stroke the sides of that supple canal before withdrawing for a second stroke. Her finger had become hot inside the glove, and she began to wish that it was bare; to have that slick fluid soaking directly into her pure, white skin—but she would have to remove the entire suit to free her hands.

That was going to have to wait.

Sunset’s body had begun to writhe beneath Rarity as she slid her finger in and out of those hot depths, and it wasn’t long before she added her index finger to the assault, stretching that warm, supple flesh a tiny bit further. She stroked harder and faster, causing the brunette’s breathing to rise in concert with her fingers’ pace.

Helpless to do anything but lay there and take it, Sunset closed her eyes and let her cheek rest on the cold floorboard, her brows furrowing deeply as her body was bombarded with pleasure. Her hips twitched; fresh moisture wept from her supple folds to coat Rarity’s glove. Her breathing was heavy, a blissful moan occasionally dribbling from her mouth as the first sign of orgasm began to spark within her loins, coaxed forth by the fashionista’s nimble fingertips.

Each stroke brought the climax closer, closer, and closer yet. Sunset’s body began to tense up, her womanhood tingled with added intensity each time those talented fingers slid between her swollen layers until finally, she could feel herself about to spill over the edge into pure bliss.

“Ooooohh... that’s SO good, Rare; I… I’m close…”

Rarity maintained firm grip on the brunette’s rear and hammered her fingers repeatedly into the rapidly tightening interior of her friend—her former enemy, her victim, and for the moment, her lover.

A shiver of anticipation shook Sunset’s body, and just as the sound of Rarity’s fingers spearing her tender flesh changed from a sharp smacking to a much sloppier sound, the fashionista yanked her fingers free and held them high in the air. A sadistic grin crossed her lips as she watched that perfect ass spasm with desperation, accompanied by a loud growl of distain as Sunset realised she was going to be deprived of the release she craved.

“Ugh! Rare, you… FUCK!” She banged her forehead against the floor, eyes closed, teeth gritted. “You… I… DAMMIT! WHY?”

“Tut-tut, my dear Sunset,” Rarity taunted before she paused to wrap her lips around her fingers, tasting the juices that seeped from the very flesh that had teetered on the precipice of climax only seconds earlier. “So unfortunate, this is. You must try to remember: this is your penalty. If a reward is what you desire, then it must be earned.”

Sunset lay motionless, rolling her eyes as she panted against the floor.

“I’m going to stand up now,” Rarity informed, “I trust you will remain still?”

“Mm-hm.” Sunset sighed hopelessly. She felt Rarity’s weight leave her suddenly, followed by the sound of shuffling and flexing material from someplace out of sight. Then something flopped onto the floor just ahead of her, and she lifted her head to look at it.

It was Rarity’s suit.

Her eyes widened when she saw it, but before her heart even had a chance to leap from her throat, a pair of dainty white hands grabbed her side and flipped her onto her back, trapping her gemstone-cuffed hands beneath her.

Rarity stood over Sunset, her elegant, porcelain figure in full view, bleached to a shade beyond white by the pale glow of the moon. Her pert breasts were displayed proudly as they stood over the slender waist that sat atop her smooth hips, framing the dark strip of violet hair that resided just above her slit, which at the moment was hidden from view by the tiniest bit of shade. Her indigo hair was still tied in place on the back of her head, and the black mask still covered her face. With a devious grin, Rarity knelt beside her victim and gently brushed some dust from her stomach, chest and breasts, causing Sunset to flinch slightly each time the fashionista grazed her sensitive skin.

“Oh dear, it appears to be quite chilly in here, darling,” Rarity teased as she took Sunset’s stiff nipple between her thumb and finger to give it a pinch. “Honestly, could this thing possibly be any harder?”

Rather than answer, Sunset licked and then bit her lip, closing her eyes.

“Hm… let’s find out, shall we?” Rarity leaned down, slowly, to let the tip of her tongue touch the throbbing bud, dabbing it with her warm saliva. She traced a spiral around the areola next, wetting the entire circle before she backed up to watch the frigid air harden Sunset’s nipple into glass.

“There we go,” the fashionista smirked, pleased by the result. She shifted her position next; one knee was placed on the floor next to Sunset’s arm, and her other leg stretched across Sunset’s chest to plant her foot above the brunette’s opposite shoulder, positioning Rarity’s womanhood just above the heaving bust below.

Wasting no time, Rarity grasped Sunset’s left breast and held it with her thumb and fingers around the outside; she squeezed gently, extruding the soft flesh upwards, with the hard nipple perched at the very top. With her other hand, Rarity reached down and divided her slit with her index and middle fingers to expose those glistening, pink ruffles. She lowered herself gently, holding Sunset’s nipple in place as she used it to prod her clit; she wiggled the breast back and forth, stroking herself with that stiff bud, spreading her slick moisture onto it as a euphoric shiver crept up her spine.

The sudden warmth on Sunset’s breast prompted her to open her eyes, and her jaw dropped when she saw what Rarity was doing.

“Oh shit… damn, that’s hot,” the brunette whispered. She bit her lip, watching her nipple disappear between those soft, pink petals, her skin soaked by warmth as Rarity’s fluid spread further across her breast with each increasingly vigorous stroke.

Rarity’s breathing had become elevated by then. Her head tipped back, eyes closed as she rocked her hips, grinding her wet, pulsing crease against that throbbing bud. Waves of delight swept through her delicate, white frame, causing her to jolt uncontrollably each time that stiff nub struck her clit.

She reveled in the sheer naughtiness of it. Such a racy act it was, shamelessly smearing her arousal all over her friend’s breast; it was a double-edged sword, however: that very same warmth was beginning to cause Sunset’s nipple to soften and relax, which in turn caused it to lose its effectiveness as a sex toy. Although she enjoyed the pleasure it continued to give, Rarity knew there were better ways to get off, so she backed away and sat on her heel to study the shiny streak left behind on Sunset’s breast.

That juicy coating began to cool immediately in the brisk air, commanding Sunset’s nipple to stand at attention once again, which tempted Rarity to re-mount it, but she knew it would simply recede in her warmth a second time, so she leaned down and wrapped her lips around it instead.

A gasp of excitement poured into Sunset’s lungs when Rarity’s lips and tongue teased her, cleaning the smooth fluid away while her womanhood throbbed with nearly the same intensity as it did when activated by her magic.

Once Rarity had licked that breast clean of her flavour, she gave her lips a lick and then crawled over the brunette, placing her knees on both sides of her head and then sitting her bare backside on Sunset’s chest.

The fashionista sighed as she looked down at her friend’s face, positioned between her milky, white thighs. After a quiet moment to reflect, Rarity bit her lip, and then she began to speak. “You know… there’s something else you did that night that I didn’t particularly appreciate.”

Sunset groaned and rolled her eyes. “Ugh… now what?”

Rarity placed a finger on Sunset’s lips to quiet her. “Nevermind your sass, darling. Now…” —she drew a breath and held it, rubbing her chin thoughtfully as she stared straight ahead— “I seem to recall you being quite ‘hungry’ that night. D’you remember?”

Sunset licked her lips, trying to think of the answer. “Are you talking about me and Flutters?”

“Precisely.”

“You don’t like that I… ate her out?”

Hearty laughter burst from Rarity, her breasts bouncing with glee; she hugged her stomach and shook her head. “Oh, heavens no, darling! Hahaha! I have no qualms whatsoever about you feasting upon my lovely girlfriend; that is not the issue here.”

Confused, Sunset furrowed her brow, which was still hidden under the mask. “Well… then what is?”

“Ah yes, well…” Rarity paused for a breath. “I seem to recall you enjoying it rather immensely, and… if memory serves, you became a tad overzealous about wanting some more…” —she cleared her throat— “from me.”

“Uuhh, yeah… and?”

Rarity huffed. “And do you recall what I was doing at the time?” she asked, her tone elevated with frustration.

Sunset paused. Her eyes searched the room for an answer, blinking occasionally until she finally found it. “You and Golds were fucking.”

“Ah! Right again,” Rarity replied, her voice returning to that sweet, yet condescending note. She put on a cloy smirk and poked Sunset’s nose with her index finger. “Very good, darling. Now… while this was happening, do you, by chance, remember what you did?”

Sunset knew exactly where this was going. She let out a defeated sigh. “I… asked if I could eat you out.”

Rarity held her breath for a brief wait, then she finished for Sunset, just to drive the point home. “…wwwhile Golds and I were still fucking. Correct?”

“Yeah.”

“Ah-ha! See…” Rarity cocked her head and wagged a stern finger at Sunset. “Now, one thing you must never do, darling, is interrupt me when I’m enjoying my favourite cock, which is exactly what you did; so I’m sure you can understand why I might have been a tad… fuckstrated by that.”

Sunset sighed. “Sorry, Rare.”

Rarity clapped her hands to compound the drama of her response. “SORRY does not cut it, I’m afraid.”

Silence followed. The fashionista lowered her hands to rest them on her thighs, and both women stared intently through their masks at one another.

It was Sunset who finally broke the silence. “So… what’s it gonna take to make it up to you? What do you have in mind?”

“As I recall, you never did manage to get a taste of me that night, did you?”

Sunset shook her head.

“Hm. But you wanted it?”

The brunette’s eyes wandered upwards, then she shrugged and gave a small nod.

Rarity narrowed her eyes at Sunset. “Well… then I must say, tonight is your lucky night, darling; because I intend to feed you all the pussy you can handle.”

A tiny smirk tugged at the corner of Sunset’s mouth, but she managed to break away and neutralize it quickly. “Fine.”

“AND,” —Rarity raised a finger— “if you can muster enough skill to make me cum, then you shall have your reward.”

Her terms were given; now it was time for Rarity to enjoy herself. Shifting her weight forward, she lifted her derrière from Sunset’s chest and straddled her face, sliding her knees outward to lower her crease within reach of the brunette’s mouth.

Too eager to wait, Sunset lifted her head and wrapped her lips around Rarity’s tender folds to suck the smooth nectar from them. Her tongue shot in and quickly found the fashionista’s clit, hidden between those soft, juicy petals; she flicked and drilled away at the sensitive bud, causing the smaller girl’s porcelain frame to quake and shiver, followed by a gust of air that rushed noisily into her lungs.

Rarity drew her lips into her mouth and bit down on them, closing her eyes. “Mmmmm,” she moaned as she ran her hands up her body, slow and very sensual. Eventually, she found her breasts and cupped them tightly, pinching her pointed, pink nipples; she threw her head back, her mind shattered again and again by her friend’s enthusiastic tongue.

Sunset drew back, stretching those tasty minoras until they popped from between her lips and snapped gently back into place. She turned her attention to the smooth, white lips next, licking the flavour from one before moving on to the other. When she’d harvested all she could from that, Sunset buried her tongue under the soft, pink hood and flicked mercilessly at Rarity’s clit, prompting her to spasm and moan softly, both of them knowing full well this would draw an orgasm to the surface in short order.

Rarity could feel it building already: a pressure deep inside that slowly boiled to the surface, all of it converging near the top of her slit, where Sunset was expertly working her magic. Her breasts heaved as she panted deeply, her slithering body eager for that explosive release, that mind-numbing gush; just as she was about to tip over the edge into pure bliss, however, she bit her lip and lunged forward onto her hands and knees, removing herself from Sunset’s reach.

“What the…?” Sunset craned her neck to look at Rarity’s backside. “What are you doing, Rare? Why’d you g-“

“Tut-tut!” Rarity panted, raising a finger after she about-faced. “You were SO close, my dear Sunset; very close indeed.”

Sunset shook her head and scowled under the mask. “That’s- HEY! That’s not fair; you can’t pull away like that!”

Rarity licked her lips and crawled forward, positioning her face above Sunset’s so they had an inverted view of one another. “Not to worry, darling. I’m simply changing positions.”

The brunette was rendered breathless when Rarity proceeded to crawl over her until those perky, white breasts rested on the other girl’s abs, and her face was directly over Sunset’s womanhood, where, without hesitation, Rarity dove in with her mouth open, welcoming a burst of female flavour onto her tongue.

Sunset arched her back and gasped deeply when her friend’s tongue slithered into her, her eyes closed, mouth open wide. “Hhhhaaa… oh shhhhit! Rare!… That’s… mmm!”

Rarity withdrew suddenly, her lips creating a loud slurp as they left Sunset’s flesh. “Oh darling?” she called over her shoulder. “Shouldn’t you be… ahem… busy?”

Sunset’s eyes popped open, realising her head had been flanked by a pair of smooth, white thighs, at the center of which laid that lovely, pink flower, eagerly awaiting attention, so close that Sunset could feel its heat radiating onto her face.

Letting her lust take over, Sunset lifted her head and planted her mouth against Rarity’s sex. Lapping away at that soft hood and sensitive bud, her eyes travelled upwards, studying the pair of round, white cheeks directly above, gleaming like snowy hills in the bright moonbeams that came through the window.

“Oooh!” Rarity gasped, closed her eyes, and then dove back into the feast beneath her. Closing her lips around the soft ruffles, she flicked her tongue rapidly and hummed with pleasure, earning a moan from Sunset, whose voice buzzed into her own vulva, vibrating her clit with just the right amount of intensity to set her body on fire.

With Rarity’s crease now inverted, Sunset felt like she was playing a new field, but she managed to get her bearings quick and found that she rather enjoyed the new angle. The fashionista’s opening was now in plain sight, and it wasn’t long before Sunset decided to venture inside; with her tongue, she slipped in and licked the walls of that warm interior, sampling the heady flavour and rippling texture within, waiting to be discovered by a wandering tongue such as this. She found herself wishing her hands weren’t tied so she could reach up and grab that sweet little ass; if she could do that, then she’d be able to squeeze it tightly and pull Rarity against her mouth to dig even deeper with her tongue.

The girls continued their feast together, lying on the dusty floor in that freezing cold room with that angular beam of moonlight cutting across their nude forms; lapping, sucking, nibbling, kissing, their moans of delight —punctuated by wet slurps and sharp gasps— filled the room. Their voices elevated in pitch as they each raced toward victory, pursuing each other’s climax with greed and vigor, their bodies hot with excitement and writhing in synch together.

Their orgasms struck almost simultaneously —Sunset’s a few seconds sooner, given that Rarity was the more experienced eater of the two. Regardless, their peaks overlapped significantly; their bodies stiffened and trembled in ecstasy, their flesh pulsing and gushing into each other’s mouths, though they found it near impossible to concentrate on the incoming flavours with such intense pleasure pulsing through their own loins.

Their tongues eventually slowed, along with their breathing, and they gently lapped away at each other as they came down from the mutual climax, the occasional whimper slipping past their lips. Finally sated, Rarity lifted her body from Sunset and brought herself around, straddling the brunette’s hips as she let her weight settle onto her: belly-to-belly, breast-to-breast.

Sunset gazed at the masked face above her, noting how her lips and chin glistened in the frigid light. It had gotten significantly colder since they started, though despite their nakedness, they hadn’t noticed, and were surprised to see that their breath was now visible in the moonlit air.

“Well…” Rarity took a long, deep breath. “I suppose now I can… consider us even. Agreed?”

Sunset licked her lips and nodded. “Sure.”

After a short smirk, Rarity glanced down, noticing that Sunset’s hips were still heaved upwards. “Oh dear, your hands are still cuffed! Here…”

A flash burst from under Sunset’s back and her hands were freed. As soon as this happened, Sunset —with her gloves still on— grabbed Rarity’s shoulders and rolled her onto her back.

She climbed on top of the fashionista and grabbed her wrists, pinning her hands to the floor, above her head. With her face close to Rarity’s, she glared through that black mask into a pair of wide, sapphire eyes.

“N-now-now, darling; we’re even, don’t forget! Fair is fair.”

Jaw clenched, Sunset narrowed her eyes at Rarity.

The brunette’s intensity caused a portion of Rarity’s confidence to slip away, and she turned her head slightly. “W-…what are you going to do to me?” she asked, her voice wavering.

Sunset remained silent for a moment, but then her grip loosened. With a sigh, she spoke quietly. “You’re lucky you taste so damn good.”

After taking a moment to absorb this, a smile marked Rarity’s lips as Sunset slid downward, letting her wavy, brown hair tickle its way down Rarity's face and shoulders.

Sunset dipped her head and planted a soft kiss on the inner curve of Rarity’s right breast, then she let her cheek rest on that smooth, white chest. “Thanks Rare,” she sighed. “That was fun.”

“Aww,” Rarity giggled, wrapping her thighs around Sunset’s waist and squeezing her, feeling the grittiness of the dirt stuck to the brunette’s back. “T’was my pleasure, darling. I thought you might like that, what with all the things Golds has told me about you.”

“Yeah… no, it was awesome. You did great.”

Smiling, Rarity took a moment to run her fingers through those wavy, brown locks before speaking again. “Well... you’re part of the club now. We enjoy taking care of our own.”

They laid in silence for a bit. Sunset listened to her friend’s heartbeat through her breast, and after a moment, she let out a quiet chuckle.

“What is it, darling?”

“I was just thinking… I bet Flutters and Golds’ll wish they came out with us once they hear about this.”

Rarity snorted. “I wouldn't be so sure of that.”

“Why?”

“Because. It’s Fluttershy and Golds, darling. Together. Home alone.” Rarity shook her head. “I bet they’re having the time of their lives right now.”

“Hm. Good point.”