> Rainbow Masturbates > by AvvSoar > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > Rainbow Masturbates > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- She looked good. But not too good. The full length body mirror spat the body of a young Rainbow Dash; the raw image of a high school senior. Her room was overrun with the sounds honking horns and marching feet - Canterlot High let out at two, and living across the street meant no rush to get home - that is until she spotted the box on her doorstep. A once fine wrapped box lay in tatters across the bed. It arrived in the mail, died in her hands, and took to the sleekness of her curves like it had been designed just for her. She expected nothing less, props to Rarity. Rainbow took hold of her hips, swaying them. Her mimic danced in tempo, a move perfect for a beach party. The two-piece suit was only a shade darker than her skin, the bra and panties molding tight to her assets. Clenching, she turned her around. Plump and firm. "Ah man Rarity, this is a winner." she spoke to an empty room. Bare but for a bed that hugged the corner, a small dresser that held her camera phone, and a cluttered closest that was home to more guitar gear than shirts or shorts. Oh, all of her friends too. Her 'friends' lived on the wall. Wall sized posters depicting people holding colorful poses. Rainbow laughed. The poses in question looked lifted from a fetish porno. She stared ahead into the eyes of her favorite forest friend: the head turned, back facing the camera, Fluttershy, her jade skirt rolled up by more than half, smiled a signature smile. Her eyes bright as gold; the shot caught a generous amount of rear. Her panties were covered with little, smiling animal heads. Rainbow squirmed. Heat fluttered in her chest. The weeks it took to convince Fluttershy to take the shot alone was a massive undertaking , but she had done it. Sweet, innocent Fluttershy - an erotic poster in a teenage girl's room. A new flush arrived, striking far lower than before. A muted moaned escaped, she bit her lower lip. A hand, her hand, fell. A finger traced over the place where her labia waited. The fabric couldn't hide the heat, warmth running through her finger. Her legs clenched, trembling from the sensation that rocked her. She turned back to face the mirror. Twins flanked the mimic. The sleek white flesh of Rarity dominated both posters. She was easier, almost tripping over herself to show her body. The knowledge of her fashion-minded friend being a closet tramp still made her head spin. In one Rarity grinned lascivious tones, her arms hugged her chest, her legs snugged together, hiding what would rather be seen; she was on a bed. The second was less provocative, yet the one Rainbow found herself spending so many hours lost imagining. Rarity was in a shower, the water running. A hand on her thigh, clad in a white, two piece swimsuit. There was no smile, but her eyes were locked, begging for any touch. The hunger was unquestionable, and it was that hunger that pierced Rainbow's soul. Rainbow groped the twin orbs from below, grunting. Her jugs molded to every push, tug, and roll. In the mirror were not the eyes of a predator. They were flimsy, weak, and pleading. Her knees buckled. Rainbow dropped, landing on her butt with a thump, knees hugging her chest. She loves that kind of touch, just look at her face. There were grunts of approval. She swore she heard the gentle 'ah-ha' from Fluttershy. Her oldest friend, caught at her worst, was agreeing! How could she deny it? She could see her face in the mirror. Crimson, a touch of drool leaking form her mouth. The mimic gulped, wearing a goofy grin, and spread its knees. The once clean thong hosted a dark stain. Unable to control herself, twin hands gave a forceful fondle through the bra. Rainbow's mind melted. See?! She WANTS that bra off! Yeah, she wanted them to bounce. She wanted them to be grouped, handled, abused. The thought collapsed into a tunnel, charging foreword on the tracks of satisfaction. Closer and closer to the ever growing stain. She slammed her fingers on the core of the wetness, electing a low energy growl; she rubbed the hole, fingers slapped across. She twisted the meaty lips like a snake across hot sand. Her head sparked in a mess of twisted wires. Lighting struck the slimy entrance, driving the intensity higher, making Rainbow jerk harder; her knees buckled, breath hitching higher. Fluttershy giggled Twin Raritys looked on, seemingly amused. Rainbow couldn't bring herself to care, her tongue lolled, the lone stain growing larger. It would be close, a phantom touch on her breasts ignited her chest. Rainbow threw back her head, her face a delicious mixture of need and awe. She brought up a hand, twisting a nipple. The roar above and the roar below fought with passion, making Rainbow shake. Rainbow knew it would not be missed, one Rarity leaned down; a specter tongue explored her lips. Rainbow craned her neck, brushing them together. Neither content, they both darted their tongues. She heard the sloppy, slippery smacking; their agents danced, exploring the both their wants. Rainbow's mouth was drunk. Ecstasy overflowed; the third roar making her whole body tense. Now. Rarity gave the command. Cum. Her hands darted to it. Rainbow squeezed her thighs together, her hands pressed down the top of her slit with all her force. Juice exploded outward. Her breath shorted, coming in silence as musk dribbled down her palms. The thong, already marred, could not hold the waterfall. Nectar rolled to the floor. The swimwear was ruined, the front looking fresh from a skinny dip. A gentle afterglow cradled her. She crossed her legs, leaning foreword, unable to hide an audible squish. The sound was very nice. Panting she thought. Rarity needs a thank you present.