After making certain they were okay, and covering up the grave the best they could, Sunset invited her new lover home. She took her straight to the bathroom, dabbing at Twilight's head with a wet cloth to make certain all the dried blood was removed. Thankfully neither of them seemed to have a concussion or any permanent damage. She didn't dare visit a hospital right now. Even so, she still felt a tad groggy. “Just relax. I'll fix us something to eat, then draw us a bath.”

Twilight shook her head. “I hate to make you do all the work.”

“Nonsense. Let me take care of you. It'll make me happy, too.” She sat her down at a table, fired up her stove, and took out a skillet, singing as she mixed up some pancake batter. “Things may come and go...” She pulled a bottle of maple syrup from a cabinet. “Some go fast and some go slow...” A warm smile crossed her face. She'd certainly cared deeply for Twi for quite some time, but was she falling in love with her, too? Or was she simply desperately grasping onto someone who adored her?

She laid out the plates and silverware, added pats of butter on top of their steaming meal, and they sat close together, taking small bits from their pancakes and feeding them to each other. “Mmmm,” moaned Twi. “There are really good.”

“Flatterer. Anyone could whip these up.” She played with Tri's tresses between bites. She slowly and sensually nibbled on the pieces, and Sparkle blushed, unable to look away. “Ready to take that bath?”

“Y-yes!” Twilight flushed brighter at her shameless enthusiasm. She nearly tripped as Sunset led her to the bathroom, bumped into the table with her hip, unable to hide how nervous yet exhilarated she truly was deep down.

She wasn't certain why they were so nervous now, after they'd already made love. Perhaps the fear-induced adrenaline had simply helped them go all the way then. They fumbled to remove each other's clothes, tossing their stripped garments onto the bathroom floor, and after a steamy bath was ready they stepped into the sloshing waters.

Twilight giggled as she lathered her up in soap, bubbly suds running down her curves. She did the same for Sunset's shapelier physique, the pair facing one-another, seated close as they could be in the cramped tub. Why hadn't they done this sooner?

“Your breasts are so large,” said Twi as she rolled the soapy mounds about under her palms, feeling the stiff nipples brush over her skin. “N-not that that's a bad thing! They're beautiful!”

“Relax. They're not that big, anyhow. Maybe a bit smaller than Pinkie's and definitely not up there with Fluttershy.” She bounced Twi's average-sized but well-shaped tits atop her hands, the lovers giggling. She started to sing some more. “And it was right there in front of me...” They stood in order to better wash each other, suds dripping down their bodies.

They smooshed close, holding each other, lazily making out. Then they broke out into a duet, continuing Sunset's song. “I have the day off tomorrow,” said Sunset. “Want to go see a movie or something?”

“I...no, I can't. I'd like to, but I have so much I still need to work on. I'd invite you to study with me, but I usually work best alone. Sorry.” She looked downcast and guilty about rejecting her offer.

“Don't be. Your future comes first. I need some time to decompress anyhow, take stock of my future. Just crash here with me tonight, okay?” Twi nodded and allowed Sunset to turn her around, drawing her hands down her back, until she cupped her round buttocks, kneading their fullness with a sly grin. “Looks like you have quite a bit more going on back here!”

Twi bit her lower lip. “W-well, I don't exercise much. I'm not fat, am I?”

“Don't be ridiculous. You're perfect!” She planted her lips on a cheek and blew, which made Twi shriek and shiver in delight.

Afterward they toweled each other off, didn't bother to redress, and headed to the bedroom, cuddling up in the bed sheets. In moments like these Sunset could almost forget how bleak her future likely was. She wiped her eyes once Twi drifted off in her arms. Reminded herself she didn't deserve her love. She stroked her lover's hair, hoping tomorrow would be a sunny day.

Sunset partook in her usual morning routine, locked the door behind her, and unchained a motorcycle she kept chained by her home. Twi had left a note for her and let herself out, not that she could blame her, since she'd overslept quite a bit. She took a moment to smell the perfume on the sheet, admiring her handwriting, and especially the lipstick kiss mark she'd left behind for her. She'd kissed it back, remembering her taste, the warmth of her lips. Unluckily, it was a downcast day.

And it seemed even darker when the Dazzlings suddenly approached. “What do you want? It's too early for this.”

Adagio moved close to her, her sisters helping flank their project. “We want you to see our side of life. How we see the world, how we live, what we're all about. You think you know us well, but you don't. Not really.”

Sunset crossed her arms. “And why should I care?”

“Just one chance,” begged Sonata who cupped her hands. “Pretty please?” She fluttered her lashes.

Aria planted a hand on her hip. “What's the matter, afraid you might like it?”

Sunset rolled her eyes. “Fine. What do you have in mind?”

“A playdate with each of us individually,” explained Adagio as they crowded around her. “In any order you like.” The sisters stood before her, waiting with baited breath for whoever she would choose first.

Sunset looked between each of them and considered. She decided it was probably best to leave their leader for last. No, she'd start from the bottom of the chain and work her way up. “Okay. Sonata, you're first.”

Sonata squealed and leapt on her, knocking her over. “Oh, you won't regret it! We'll have so much fun!” She hugged her and rubbed their cheeks together. “Will you take me for a ride on your motorcyle? There's a place I can't wait to show you!”

“Sure. Hop on behind me.” She stepped onto the bike and fired it up, her rider holding on tight to her waist. Adagio and Aria snickered, knowing Sonata had only been picked first because she was the least respected of them, but their little sister was completely oblivious to that. Tries screeched and smoke trailed behind them when they hit the road.

She followed the directions given, Sonata squealing the entire time. They hadn't bothered to wear helmets, hair whipping about as they raced above the speed limit, but Sunset didn't care right now. Eventually the pair arrived at a tacky restaurant. “Knockers? Sunset shook her head. “The place where girls go around flashing their tits for the patrons?”

“You make it sound so...low class! It's fun, trust me!” Once the bike was chained up she practically yanked Sunset's wrist, the pair flashing their IDs as they were let inside. The sport's bar was surprisingly packed considering how early in the day it was, the waitresses dressed in white tops that were so thin nipples were visible, cut so that cleavage and underboob was laid bare. Completing the look was a pair of hot pants that allowed quite a bit of their ass to peek out.

Sonata pulled her into a dressing room towards the back, stripping out of her clothes and stepping into her uniform. “Here's one for you,” she offered. “Come on, don't be shy! There will be some free food and drinks later, too!”

Sunset huffed. “Well, I did agree to this...” She removed her clothes, slipping into the undignified attire. “Why do you work here, anyway? I can't imagine you're that hard up for money. It's for kicks, isn't it?”

Sonata rapidly nodded. “It's not easy being a siren. Imagine feeling sexed up all the time but never being able to fully scratch that itch. For us it's less about the sex and more about the teasing and foreplay. It could drive a girl mad. Now let's get out there and show them what we're made of!” She slapped her partially bared asscheek in order to send her out.

They went from table-to-table, Sunset desperately hoping no one here knew her. Unfortunately it didn't take long before she recognized some of the waitresses, including Lyra, Bon Bon, Vinyl Scratch, and most shocking of all, Octavia. She couldn't help but stare at the pointy nipples peeking through thin fabric, the way their lovely asses swiveled whenever they walked.

They delivered food and drinks around the bar, collecting tips from men who leered and flirted with them. After a couple hours they were allowed to take a break. “Well, that was something.” She waved a newspaper over her sweaty forehead, pulled her sticky top away from her breasts to air herself out. She was practically topless but she hardly cared now.

“This is only the start! Don't worry, I've already enrolled us in the wet t-shirt contest!”

“The what?! Nuh-uh. No way. Do whatever you like, but I have my limits-”

“Come on! You promised! It will be fun, trust me! You'll be able to cut loose like never before!”

Sunset shrugged. Seemed like almost everyone in town had already seen her naked before anyhow. But that was mostly in pictures. It felt quite a bit more intimate in person. “Very well. Hope I don't regret this.”

They went out back of the bar where a beach was located, complete with a stage, where a crowd already awaited the competition. Waves lazily rolled and the little sun that pierced the clouds caressed the sand below. They signed up and went behind the stage where a bunch of girls waited to be called. She started to have second thoughts.

Cheers resounded when they were summoned. The announcer, Iron Will, wore nothing but a pair of shorts, the mic screeching as he tuned it. “Welcome, ladies and gents! We have quite a show prepared for you today!” His powerful voice rang out. “Give it up for our sumptuous contestants!” Roars of approval swept through when the girls stepped out in droves.

There were over fifty contestants, many of whom Sunset had seen around town, including the waitresses from earlier. “Trixie?!” She spotted the witch and her sidekicks there as well, basking in the attention. There was also Carrot Top, an obviously somewhat drunk Berry Punch, Derpy, and about the last person she would've expected, Fleur de Lis.

Iron Will called, “Now who's ready to win that prize money? Remember, the further you go, the more popular you'll be with the crowd! It's not against the rules to team up, either, but that will also mean splitting the prizes! Now who here's ready to go all the way?!” More cheers erupted when he took a hose and started to spray down all the dancing girls.

A powerful spray hosed down every tit in sight, transparent fabric clinging to breasts that came in a number of shapes and sizes. They swayed and jiggled their mounds about, some like Derpy removing their tops almost immediately to unrestrained praise, while others like Fleur coyly hid their goods most of the time, making the crowd work as they demanded more.

“Check out the Great and Powerful Ass you peasants,” demanded Trixie who bent over and mooned the crowd, smirking as she twerked away to bounce her round cheeks. Fuschia and Lavender copied her lead at her sides, asses shaking about.

Lyra and Bon Bon mashed their mounds together while they made out. Derpy attempted a cartwheel only for her hot pants to roll down her ankles, tripping her up, and making her bumble bout until she landed on her bubble butt with eyes rolling about.

Sonata decided to kick it up a notch, removing her bottoms, which was answered with a roar as they cheered her name. “Men are so easy,” she mused, kneeling as she yanked Sunset's own hot pants all the way down before she could protest. She flushed, realizing they were taking pictures and filming them!

Well, no turning back now! She'd come this far, she might as well try and win this stupid contest!

Sunset and Sonata lifted off each other's tops, lost in the moment as they tossed them aside. They felt each other up and locked lips in a needy manner, while around them many of the girls started to strip away their own soaked clothes, desperate to catch up now that these two had won over the mob. She smiled, having to admit she was enjoying this quite a lot!

Sonata pulled her band free and let her hair down, her cheeks rosy. “Ready to finish these suckers off?”

With a nod Sunset took her hand, and they turned to the crowd, gyrating their hips and breasts, surprisingly able to stay in sync. Almost like this sensuality was an inborn trait of the sirens. Then they lowered themselves to the stage, doing the splits in unison, which made the onlookers throw up their arms and wave beer bottles in the air. They finished with a passionate kiss.

“I think we have a winner,” called Iron Will. He allowed the girls to dance a while longer, awarded prizes to the most daring of the bunch, partially raised by the small entry free, and the tickets purchased by the onlookers. Between the two of them they were rewarded a thousand dollars each, not to mention a free meal and drinks which they savored afterward.

Next she texted Aria since the sisters had provided their numbers when she was ready to meet them. She rode her motorcycle to the location, which appeared to be nothing more than some dirty alley in the bad part of town. She certainly hoped her plan wasn't to take her by The Shadow Dimensions because she wasn't ready for that yet. Graffiti was spraypainted over the grimy brick, dumpsters and garbage cans packed with smelly refuse that overflowed and was swarmed by flies.

“You take me to the nicest places,” said Sunset.

Aria stood leaning on a wall with arms folded and partially obscured by shadows. She nodded at the bike. “Mind if I take the lead? Don't worry, I've had plenty of practice. Let's show this stupid town what bad bitches we really are!”

“I don't know.... I usually don't let anyone touch my ride. But what the hell. Just be careful, okay?”

“Don't worry, it's not far.” She took the keys, hopped on, and fired it up, Sunset seated behind her. Tires shrieked upon the asphalt when they whipped out onto the streets, buildings rushing by while they raced onward.

“Whoa, easy! This ride didn't come cheap, you know!”

“Don't be such a bleeding pussy! Don't you know I'm a hardass gangster? It's like Adagio said, you either lay back and let the world fuck you, or take the horns and cuntpunt a bitch!” Aria's face twisted with seething hatrd, remembering each time she'd been humiliated or abused, most recently at Sombra's hands. She'd promised herself she'd ever be taken advantage of again, no matter how ruthless she needed to be, but her older sister had shattered her pride and made her feel like a victim.

The trip took a little longer than Aria claimed despite how fast she rode, until they left the bad area, and eventually arrived at the richer part of the town. Town homes and mansions dotted the hills. Aria's face curled. “Rich fuckers who look down on everyone else. Bunch of cocksucking hypocrites who think their shit doesn't stink!”

She hopped a white metal fence with spired tops, and Sunset reluctantly followed, hoping there weren't any cameras aimed on them. Sprinklers spattered green grass wherever she looked. “You have an odd idea of fun.”

Aria scoffed. “I can't stand this little Pleasantville shit. Bunch of fakes. Just like when you were blasted by the Elements of Harmony and they turned you into a Saturday morning cartoon, afterschool special version of the real you.”

She grit her teeth. “This is the real me!”

“Sure, whatever.” She led her to a pale Corvette Stingray. “Want to go for a joyride?” She didn't wait for an answer, pulling a set of tools from her jeans, and started to break her way into the locks. An alarm blared. “Get your sweet ass in!”

Fuck. Well, theft seemed minor compared to murder. She wormed her way into the passenger's side, while Aria took the driver's seat, cackling maniacally as she hot-wired the care. She revved it up and pulled out at top speed as the owner ran out.

“Ms. Harshwhinny?!” Sunset ducked low and hoped she hadn't spotted her.

“Dried up cunt almost failed me out of her class,” explained Aria while they raced away. “Payback is a bitch in heat.” With a maniacal grin she slammed through the gates with a loud creak, tire tracks smeared across the asphalt.

They roared down the suburbs, Aria intentionally driving towards civilians, just barely missing them as she laughed. “Are you insane?!” Sunset tried to grab the wheel only for her to be pushed back, thrown aside as they cut a corner at high speeds.

“Relax your tits. You ever play Grand Theft Auto?”

“I'm more of a Saint's Row girl,” she admitted, her heart slowing a bit as they escaped the neighborhood.

“Close enough. You gotta keep in mind, the average person isn't on our level. They're all NPCs. Let's have some more fun!” She took them to the highway, cutting off a driver who cursed at them. “Fuck you too buddy!” She put the car on automatic but didn't slow down, sticking up both fingers at the other driver. Sunset paled and steadied the wheel.

“Can't believe you talked me into this craziness!”

“This is only the start.” The wind whipped around them from the open windows. “Hey, take off your clothes.”

“What? Why?” Aria slipped out of her jeans, top, jacket, and underwear, until all she was wearing were her open-fingered gloves, boots, and starry ties in her pigtails. She proudly leaned out the window, sticking out her small but shapely ass and wiggling it at the other drivers. Despite her lithe body she was obviously quite proud of her appearance.

Sunset shrugged. She'd already shown pretty much everything to everyone anyhow. She stripped out of her garments until only the boots remained, then leaned all the way out of her window, laughing and beaming as she shook her tits about at the onlookers who whistled and waved. She had to admit being with the Dazzlings was somehow empowering.

Normally she'd never do anything like this. But that was the nice, boring, sickeningly sweet Sunset, right? The one she pretended to be in order to participate in society. Not the bad bitch who took whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted.

Aria took the wheel with one hand while the pair continued to prostrate themselves out the window and flashed their entire bodies to whoever passed. Their flesh rippled in the powerful winds. They traveled for a number of miles, laughing and smiling and teasing, until a siren sounded and a motorcyle cop raced up behind them. “Pull over,” he shouted.

“Shit.” Sunset ducked back into the car, fumbling for her clothes, only to nearly be thrown out when Aria retook the wheel and swerved. She pushed the vehicle to its limits, dodging between traffic, until they made their way to an exit.

Aria scooped up her own stuff. “Get ready to make a dive for it.”

“What?!” But Aria simply guided them towards a grassy area on the feeder, kicked open her door, and leapt out, laughing as she ducked and rolled onto the dirt. “Shit!” For a moment Sunset tried to take the wheel, saw she was headed for a concrete sign, and threw open her own door, saying a silent prayer to Celestia before she jumped and tumbled out too.

She didn't land quit as gracefully as Aria, not helped by the fact that she was naked, twisted about until she came to a stop. A crash sounded when the car impacted, sputtering as it laid there completely totalled. She rubbed her sore body, covered in a number of scratches, cuts, and bruises, but otherwise she seemed to be okay. “Ow...my butt.” She rubbed it with both hands.

She stumbled back to her feet, had her hand seized by Aria, and the two fled the scene, taking shelter in a ditch hidden by a bridge close by. “Exciting, wasn't it? Play by the rules and you'll never really live.” They simply rested in the shadows for a couple minutes, not bothering to redress once it seemed unlikely anyone had realized where they'd vanished to.

“It was fun,” admitted Sunset. “Not sure I'd want to do it every day, though.” Especially if someone ended up hurt...or worse.

Adagio was the last on her list. She had no idea what to expect after the wild time her sisters had offered. Evening had fallen by the time she was able to call a cab, take it back to find her cycle, then drive to the indicated area. She looked around paranoid, certain every cop she saw would stop her, but she made all her trips without further incident. She came to a quiet lake out in the middle of nowhere, the pallid moonlight falling upon its clear surface. The eldest sister awaited her.

“So, dear Sunset, how was your day? I trust my sisters provided you with a nice time?”

Sunset nodded. “To be honest, I'm not sure how you can top all that craziness.”

“Those two are adrenaline junkies. Especially Aria. Sometimes it's better to take it slow. To build to a climax.” She undid the topmost layer of her costume, letting it slide free with a sly smile.

“What happened to taking is slow?” Although she had to admit she looked lovelier than ever. Especially up close.

“This is slow...by the standards of a siren. Sensuality is an innate part of our nature. We can never truly be satisfied.” She appeared to be giving her a striptease, daintily removing her bra and letting her bountiful breasts spill free, studying Sunset's reaction the entire time, who tried not to appear too interested. The she slowly drew her panties down, peeling them away like a snake's skin, exposing a permanently tight vulva due to her race's nature. She'd let her pubes grow in a bit , peach fuzz-like curls. “Like what you see? Be honest.” She posed for her, a hand behind her head and another upon a thrust out hip.

Sunset pursed her lips to keep herself from licking them. Out of all the Dazzlings she was the loveliest at all. She couldn't help but study every last inch of her physique, entranced like she was already under her spell. “You do look...nice.”

She shivered when Adagio took her hand and savored her warmth. “Only nice? Well, I'll simply have to change your mind.” She extended Sunset's fingers, staring into her eyes as she took her index finger, placed it to her lips, and slowly drew it in, taking it to the knuckle. Sunset blushed and moaned low, growing in intensity as her entire finger was soon buried in her mouth.

She gradually did the same with each of her digits, lowering herself to her knees while she did so. “Ah,” cried Sunset despite herself, trying to play down how wonderful it felt. Adagio started to disrobe her with her free hand, and her heart raced, her body seeming to move on it own as she helped her strip away her garments until she too was denuded.

“Not so fast now,” said Adagio when she withdrew, still holding her hand with a string of saliva connecting a finger and her luscious lips. “We've barely even started.” She stood and threw back her poofy mane. “Let's take a swim, shall we?” She still clasped her hand and led the way, ample buttocks swaying in almost comically exaggerated motions. She deliberately took her time to build anticipation, not to mention allow her prey to study every last trace of her perfectly sculpted cheeks.

Sunset almost stumbled through the brambles behind her. Sonata was cute but childish, while Aria was exciting but trapped in angsty rebellious adolescence. This was a truly delectable woman, enrapturing her with each effortless, seductive move she made. They stepped into unexpectedly warm waters, the moon cast on its surface rippling and parting, as they waded in deeper.

Taking the lead as usual, Adagio swam lazily upon the surface, her back arced so that her mounds were thrust out. Sunset did the same, still linked hand-in-hand. They looked to one-another with a shard smile. Shimmer's bosom heaved much faster than the siren's, their mounds dotted with droplets of water that slid down their cleavage.

Suddenly Adagio seized her, dragging her blow the waters, and she kicked her feet, panicking for a moment. Adagio pressed a finger to her lips as she face her below the swishing lake, pressed her lips atop hers, sharing their breath as they held hands and paddled their feet. Sunset knew she shouldn't. But she leaned in and surrender to her passions anyhow.

The next hour felt like a blur. They were suddenly on the bank, locked in each other's limbs, moonlight shimmering over their wet and bared physiques while they hungrily kissed and groped about. Supple flesh parted under wandering fingers. Her thighs reflexively parted when Adagio slid her head between them, her tongue feeling longer than humanly possible when it slid into her folds, exploring deep inside her tunnel of love. She threw back her head with closed eyes and grasped her curls with a whine.

Somehow they felt meant for each other. She didn't know if this was simply some mesmerizing effect of the sirens Adagio had mastered over so many years of practice, and with her senses dulled by sheer euphoria she hardly cared either. Pretty soon she maneuvered herself so that her face was simultaneously buried in Adagio's moist flower which she hungrily devoured.

They lapped away, minds blanking, desire overriding all sense. Of course this wasn't unusual for Adagio who could snap out of it in an instant had she wanted to. Sunset on the other hand had never experienced bliss quite like this. Not with Flash Sentry on his best day and not with Twilight Sparkle's adorable fumbling. Adagio was like a drug she couldn't quit.

She shuddered with a full-faced flush, her body wracked by multiple orgasms. However Adagio offered no quarter,reveling in the way she twisted and squirmed at her ministrations, her own feminine excretions leaking from her spread slit, upon Sunset's scarlet lips, over her loins and puckered asshole. “Mmmm,” she hissed with rosy cheeks of her own.

Afterward they laid on their backs and stared at the moon, fingers still linked and breasts rising and falling. Sunset wondered if she'd made another terrible mistake. However it was far too late to turn back now.

Author's Notes:

Sunset experiences some 'sisterly' bonding.