And a A TON of Self-Confidence
Rarity sighed for not the first nor the LAST time of the night as she took a glance to her right, got an eyeful of one of the rare pair of endangered ‘perfect tits’ on this planet, and again dragged her eyes up and down the state of affairs that was ‘Sunset Shimmer’.
“Darling, you really ought to have let me help you with your costume!”
Sunset threw her hands in the air causing her rather exposed chest to bounce up and down. “Your costumes don’t get me unlimited free drinks for the evening!”
Again, Rarity found herself tracing with her eyes all the material that went into Sunset Shimmer’s current Nightmare Night costume and trying to get into the empathetic mind to determine what chain of events made her decide her costume would be composed of:
1. A long strip of gauze
2. An equally long strip of double-sided scotch tape and a few extra strips for ‘good measure’
3. Lots of prayer to the Goddess of Wardrobe Malfunctions that she stay her hand from Sunset getting arrested for ‘indecent exposure’ for when she inevitably lost some adhesiveness around her chest and exposes her nipples to a group of middle schoolers and show them some REAL treats.
Rarity, who had added a black-and-white stripe to her perfect purple hair and who had spent hours crafting a black dress, picking out gems, and hand-tool routing soft metals around them for a gorgeous piece of jewelry for her Nightmare Moon outfit , and was even wearing a metal ARM piece, might has well been wearing guided instructions to the ends of rainbows with pots of riches, real functioning wishing wells, and a free armful of wish-granting lamps to every passer-by…
IT
DID
NOT
MATTER.
Everyone. EVERYONE on the street had their eyes drift to and STAY on the barely clothed Sunset as she posed for pictures and declined numbers left, right, and center as she patted her near naked thighs and laughed about her phone being in the care of her ‘very good friend’ wink, wink, nudge, nudge, eyebrow-bat, eyebrow-bat.
“My costumes don’t get people ARRESTED, dear!” Rarity tut-tutted.
Sunset raised an eyebrow. “Rarity, I am a princess alicorn from another WORLD who has to routinely save BOTH from beings of incredible magical power and moody teenagers and I’ve never, ONCE, seen a cop or security guard in Canterlot attempt to so much as read a 10-foot-tall demon woman her rights! I assure you they would need to let me out sooner rather than later.”
Rarity thought about this for a moment. Sunset had an excellent point, of course. The group and town as a whole had maybe got a little too reliant on their fiery-haired friend to ‘spearhead’ the charge when things went south. Apparently, Sunset Shimmer had a ‘payment’ in mind when she went about saving the world.
And that payment was near public nudity as she brazenly strolled down the streets of Canterlot.
The woman clearly had no problem displaying what perhaps a healthy mix of mother nature and magic had gifted her.
Honestly, while she’d have put in FAR more effort if Rarity herself was going to gallivant outside with nothing but a few strips of fabric separating her from the cool night air, Rarity just wished Sunset had warned her that she was ‘slutting it up for Nightmare Night’ so she should have skipped the jewelry making and pick out something that at least would compete with the perfect-physiqued creature showing off what a specimen she was while several feet of fire colored hair drifted behind her.
And she wasn’t even born in this world! Oh, it was so unfair…
Rarity found herself taken from her thoughts with a surprise squeeze of her hand. She turned to see Sunset regarding her with turquoise eyes filled with concern.
“Is Applejack going to make it tonight?”
Rarity turned up her nose, “She opted to decided to help with the haunted house ‘back at the ranch’ over spending the night with me!” She looked down at the outfit. “I think she might have missed that part of the fun of wearing complicated costumes is helping your partner take them off.”
Sunset tilted her head and smirked. “So you’re saying you’re available this evening?”
Rarity blinked at Sunset rather time. “Sunset, darling, you haven’t even begun the night and ALREADY you’ve decided on an, ahem… sleeping companion for the after-after party?!”
Sunset nodded. “Gotta admit, your Nightmare Moon outfit is really pushing the right buttons for me… plus I used A LOT of extra tape around my nipples and crotch, so I need someone with a delicate touch who won’t judge me too much for crying like a little bitch when I remove this gauze from my body.”
Rarity felt an unexpected bout of laughter escape her lips. Sunset Shimmer was a TERRIBLE person to hang around if ‘stable relationship’ was one’s end goal, but she did pass out unforgettable nights and good humor easily enough. “Very well!” Rarity said in a haughty tone. “I accept your offer as my personal slave for the evening!”
Sunset grinned. “Can my first task of the night be ‘get us free drinks’ because I’m pretty and everyone wants to bang me?”
Rarity nodded and dramatically motioned to herself, “That seems like a reasonable start to your night of worshiping me on my own personal night.”
“Ahahahah!” Sunset cackled. “Alright, my beautiful Queen, let’s get me into a ‘no minors allowed’ bar before parents start trying to explain me away as a succubus that escaped from Hell.”
Rarity winked, “Lord knows we don’t want them telling their kids the truth.”
“HAH!”
Soon the pair were sitting at a table with their friends, holding two cold beers that were paid for by… well by a couple fans of the female form, and Sunset already had a stack of sharpie-stained coasters of cell phone numbers that she was busily ignoring as she took a shot of Irish whiskey.
MAYBE it was the costume beginning to take over her mood a bit, but Rainbow Dash found herself stroking her bat angrily as she looked down at her holey ‘Daddy’s lil Monster' t-shirt underneath her blue-red jacket and hot pants and noted that even though she was setting next to ‘supermodel escapee Fluttershy’, Sunset was going to destroy the table at the ‘free drinks game’.
Fluttershy had gone so far as to let herself be practically dipped into her dress by Rarity‘ leaf and vine’ getup she had going. Though, Rainbow Dash was fairly certain the twigs and sticks in Shy’s hair where just there from her working outside rather than an earnest attempt to accentuate the costume.
Twilight hadn’t said a word the entire night aside from some half mumbled sentences regarding ‘seeing Timber Later’ as she forcefully tore her eyes from the ‘scenery’ to check her phone briefly every now and again. Though electing to keep her hair untouched by hair dyes, she had easily assembled a complete black bat-cap, cowl, and yellow gloves, and yellow boots, yellow utility belt, but she had basically been caught in a visual SciTwi trap of Sunset’s exposed thighs and or her barely contained cleavage.
At least Rainbow having the good sense to group costume meant the girls where getting a few freebies along with plenty of ‘thanks for saving the world over and over again’ shots. “Sunset, why do you hate fair competition and also clothing?”
Sunset smirked. “Have you met ME and also I’m a horse.”
“Fuck…” Rainbow Dash muttered as Fluttershy and Rarity tittered into their hands. She leaned back down and grabbed a Jell-O orange shot from the table, before putting it to her mouth and slurping it down. The sharp taste of the cheap vodka cutting against the powdery orange sugary goodness. “Alright… next year… What can I reasonably dress up as so I can just be basically sit in a booth naked while people throw unlimited shots at me?”
Twilight’s hand shot up. “The naked truth!” she blurted out.
There was a moment of silence where the table processed Twilight’s example before everyone erupted into a hysterical fit of laughter.
“Would you just walk outside naked?!” Sunset asked through her mirth.
“Where would the ‘truth’ part come in?!” Rainbow Dash added just as jovially.
“Well… it’d be an excuse to wear less, for sure…” Fluttershy mused.
Twilight buried her beet red face in her hands as Rarity patted her on the back. “Twilight, dear, that was a remarkable suggestion, but I need some fabric choices otherwise we can just skip to starting a nudist colony.”
Twilight uncovered her face and scrunched it up in frustration. “Dancer for a Hutt crime lord.”
Again, the table went silent.
Sunset leaned over towards Rarity. “I’ll do the soldering on all the metal bits if you work on the lace.”
Rarity mouthed a quick ‘thank the Maker’ to the sky before she leaned her forehead down and pressed it against Sunset’s. “Well then, I do believe we have next year’s group costume idea sorted.”
Sunset thought for a moment and smiled. “And we can throw Flash and Timber a couple bones and tell them they can show up as ‘Jedi’.”
“No way!” Rainbow Dash protested as she downed a purple jello shot. “Those two get to suit up just like the rest of us!”
Again, Twilight’s face went beet red.
Uproarious laughter poured from Sunset’s face “‘Space dancer slave’ costumes all around for all genders! Watch out Nightmare Night!”
Rarity wrapped an arm around Sunset’s shoulders. “You know that Flash is going to destroy us all at the ‘free drinks’ points next year then.”
“… Shit, your right.” Sunset said as she pictured the near perfectly sculpted man put on display with sexy space-belly dancing underwear and nothing else. Well, at least she still had second place next year and first place THIS year.
“I heard a bunch of words I like!” came Pinkie Pie’s familiar trill as the sound of roller-skates gliding across a hardwood floor were heard.
For once in the evening, not all eyes were on Sunset Shimmer.
“Sorry!” Pinkie apologized. “I would have been here sooner, but EVERYONE in the diner wanted to MyStable add me tonight!”
“Gee! I wonder why?” Rainbow Dash replied snidely.
“Haha, I know, right?!” Pinkie replied without any sense of derision. “It must just be that special Nightmare Night atmosphere!”
Sunset managed her lips into something that would let words out. “Pinkie, wha… What are you, *cough* dressed as?”
Pinkie glanced down. Her pink skin was pretty much COMPLETELY exposed except for three total dollops of whipped cream covering her most private of parts and a pair of roller skates. “I’m an ice cream sundae!” She declared as she pulled two bright red cherries from her hair and placed them on the tips of her shapely breasts. She then followed this up by pulling out a banana from her curls, unpeeling it, and then began slowly eating it.
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“And that’s how I fucking lost on ‘most free drinks Nightmare Night’, Rarity!” Sunset lamented as she jabbed a finger at the cold, unfeeling ceiling over Rarity’s bed as a few hastily-lit candles provided ambiance.
Rarity ran her hands over Sunset’s well-toned abdomen and hooked a thumb under a loose bit of gauze. “I know, Darling, I was there.” She motioned out towards Sunset’s massive plate glass window. “At one point the bartender just started collecting ‘future beers’ because it was criminally reckless to serve us more alcohol.”
Sunset tossed her hands in the air “’Criminally reckless” he said that! He ACTUALLY said that… and then he collected Pinkie at the end of the night!”
Rarity laughed as she ran a hand through her long, purple, white, black, and very, VERY glittery heavy locks of hair and flicked it awat from her face. “In all fairness, she offered herself to him ‘as a tip’,” anyone in that situation should have the good sense to say ‘yes’ to that.”
Sunset’s frown deepened. “Okay, but did he have to flip off me, specifically during last call?”
“I think he was rubbing it in, so yes, dear. If you don’t want to be made fun of by the local bartenders when your plans go awry, perhaps you should stop getting on a first name basis with them all.”
Sunset pushed her head back into Rarity’s immaculately clean red bedspread. “I assure you that being on a first name basis with your drink server is a far more rewarding deep and lasting friendship then getting to know your masseuse.”
Rarity snorted as her hands wandered around more. “I’ll have to take your word for that.” She locked her azure eyes with Sunset’s turquoise ones. “Ready?”
Sunset clenched her teeth and sucked in air from between them. “Be gentle…”
“I’ll… try!” Rarity said as she began pulling on the costume and heard the satisfying sound of adhesive giving up its grip on skin.
“Ah… YOU FUCKER!” Sunset exclaimed as tears welled up in her eyes.
“You were the one who neglected to shave down there before liberally applying tape!”
“I was running late! Okay?! I just got back from celebrating in EQUESTRIA… same costume… no need for tape…”
“THIS IS NOT GOING TO FEEL GOOD, DARLING!”
“It’s okay, I sat through an hour of Wallflower poetry about how she used to stalk me in the hallways, I’ll just disconnect my ability to feel ANYTHING before yo”—
‘RIP!’
“COCK-SUCKING MOTHER FUCKER!” Sunset shouted as Rarity removed ALL the super sensitive bits of tape in ONE movement, no doubt giving Sunset a cheap Brazilian wax in the process. Before Sunset could get out an apology to her friend, moist lips and an eager tongue covered her expletives as eager and hungry hands began carving away at the remaining gauze.
Admittedly, it felt pretty damn good once Sunset pushed past the lingering pain centered around her crotch and weird tingle of her protesting nipples.
Sunset immediately returned fire with the kiss and began groping out for Rarity, her hands drunkenly colliding with metal bits before being gently guided to claps and belts as the much more sober of the pair steered Sunset’s passion to something that wasn’t quite ‘sledgehammer’ subtle…
Honestly, Sunset was almost as bad as Applejack in that regard, but with Applejack that was from a lack of knowledge for how to treat a woman… Sunset just happened to have one of the top five highest running sex drives in the city, and that meant passion often was outrunning her other senses.
Thankfully, she was also highly empathetic and she immediately relaxed one she sensed she was irritating her partner. Rarity helped guide her fingers under lacey layers of satin dress to the confounding buckles and clasps, but with patience, lucky fumbling, Rarity LOSING her patience and taking mercy on Sunset as she sat up and started taking things off herself while the firey-haired girl whispered apologies and assured Rarity she was “very pretty!” in that outfit.
Rarity methodically located and undid the clasps for her jewelry and gently set that aside on Sunset’s nightstand occupied by the girls’ phones and a large pile of ‘victory’ coasters. Of men and women’s numbers.
The arm pauldron she was a slightly less careful with and happily freed her left arm from what felt like a few kilos of metal that thankfully wasn’t on her drinking arm. She leaned down and placed that on the carpeted floor next to her king-sized bed.
No sooner was she metal-detector safe than Sunset Shimmer reached up and grabbed two handfuls of her dress. Rarity found herself on the receiving end of a kiss this time as Sunset pulled the woman on top of her mass of basically naked aside from the last lingering connections to her costume.
Hands traveled far more freely and those ‘sensitive bits’ previously BARELY covered by a few layers of fabric and adhesive enjoyed some much needed TLC.
Not much of a spectator when it came to sex, Sunset hungrily zoned in on Rarity’s own erogenous zones and began running and rubbing her hands against subtle breast and moist ‘lips’. Rarity replied to this somewhat rough treatment with high pitched coos of delight.
The girls panted heavily as they concentrated their efforts on each other’s primary sexual organs, slender finders searching and finding welcoming holes and sensitive nerve collections that where thrust eagerly into the tips.
This continued for some time, both being buried in cascading feelings of pleasure before Rarity realized that Sunset had already came several times and was showing no indication she was slowing down.
Rarity swallowed. That was another marked difference between her Equestrian friend and Applejack’s nights of passion. Applejack had a tendency to start dozing after she hit her climax. Sunset was apparently keeping score for the night.
“Su-SUNSET!” Rarity cried breathily.
“huff-puff… Yes, lover?!” Sunset replied through a lopsided grin and eyes rolled almost all the way back in her head.
“Erm…” Rarity gently grasped Sunset’s wrists and pulled her hands away from her body, nearly falling back to the bed as she gently removed still curious fingers from deep inside her womanhood. “Shall I… Would you mind if we… changed positions—” She stared hard at Sunset’s fire crotch. Her face bright pink, Rarity air quoted. “—and ‘practiced kissing’?”
Sunset shot Rarity a confused look as she managed to pull herself up on one arm. “Are you…” She glanced upwards as she thought for a moment. “Is that some stupid Applejack code for ‘stick our heads between each other’s thighs and keep licking clit until we both see God’?”
Rarity smiled while letting out a tired sigh. “I love Applejack to death, dear, but she’s still getting up the courage to talk like an adult in the bedroom.”
Sunset wrapped her arms around her naked chest, collapsed back to the bed and laughed for a solid minute much to Rarity’s annoyance. “That’s oddly adorable.”
Rarity ran her hands through her own cascading hair in annoyance a few times. “I now know how Deadpool must have felt the first time he fucked Colossus,” she said in her sourest tone.
“Pfffft….. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Sunset buried her face with both hands. “I doubt that’s canon! But, YES Rarity… I will practice smooching your vagina until the stars you’re seeing explode into supernovas if you return the favor.”
Rarity licked her lips, “We have an accord…” She gently lowered herself to the bed, this time her face inching closer to Sunset’s mildly red and irritated, pubic hairs.
Sunset hiked up Rarity’s dress so she had unrestricted access to the off-white skin framed orifice between Rarity’s thighs just below the purple landing strip Rarity had prepared. Skilled and well honed tongues darted out toward full lips and hungrily parted labia as they explored the salty, and musky offerings of either partner before fingers inevitably returned to the most sensitive spots to be manipulated.
Driven by a twin desire to give or perhaps inflict pleasure on the other, both began daring their tongues darted in and out as index and middle fingers worked their magic against welcoming clitoris and before long, both women were fighting past the bombardment of endorphins their brains were smashing into their brain chemestry.
Mercifully, Sunset found her switch for ‘pleasure mode’ and flipped it to the ‘off position’ as she fought to catch her breath and Rarity once again shifted in bed. This time sitting up then laying down directly behind Sunset where she wrapped her arms around the other woman.
Sunset took a few more breaths and laughed. “Are you jet-packing me, Rares?”
“I’m a little tired of ALWAYS being the small spoon, dear.”
“PFfft… fair…” Sunset replied as she felt Rarity nuzzle against her fiery locks of hair. She made a mental note that she owed Applejack a ‘surprise seduction’… maybe with Rarity happily watching or participating, later…
And that’s where the night would have ended if it weren’t for one little question.
Rarity snickered. “Sunset, my lovely, if your phone, wallet, and strip of gauze were the only thing you took out tonight, did you plan on wearing my shower curtains home?”
Ther...e was a very brief note of silence.
“MOTHER FUCK!”