Bad Girls
She felt the vibration through the bare fabric of her pocket, tingling her skin and alerting her to the incoming message. It was to be expected, really; she had left while the night was still young, an abruptness that had taken her friends by surprise. Especially considering that she had come alongside them, not driving herself, why would she suddenly declare her departure like that? But she had to.
A quick dive into her hip pocket and out came the glowing screen of her phone, its pale light turning the darkness around her into a deep shade of black as she flicked open the text. Rarity had messaged her; not surprising, considering they had driven to Pinkie’s place together. I’m sorry you’re not feeling well, she had said, are you sure you don’t want me to drive you home?
Sunset Shimmer hesitated as she tried to summon up an answer. Did she even want to answer in the first place, say anything at all? Both options seemed equally appealing. But each new choice presented further ones: if she answered, would she speak honestly? She very much wanted to, to slip through the trap that had so perfectly ensnared her. Surely Rarity would help her see some sense, come to her aid. All she had to do was just be honest with her friends…
Thanks, but I’ll just grab an Uber, Sunset finally replied, typing away with trembling fingers. I wouldn’t want you to have to leave on my account. Tell Pinkie I said sorry, OK?
It was a few minutes before she received a reply: I will, darling. Hope you feel better soon!
Sunset sighed, shivering from both cold and nerves. She wasn’t wanting to lie on purpose, especially not to her friends. But she couldn’t help it, not with something this potent that demanded to be acted upon. She was not ill, nor was she going to be. She was not taking a ride, but walking through the dark of the night. She was also not going home.
But maybe I should be. The thought had been part of her mind ever since the idea of departure had overcome her senses. Maybe I should just go home and forget I ever did this. It was the safe plan, the smart plan, and most definitely the one that would see her welfare properly cared for. Sunset allowed the thought of being homeward bound to run through her mind like a runaway train, trying to dissuade herself from this current path. She knew the consequences of what her actions would bring; and if the secret ever came out- she doubted that there would be any strength in her to even begin to find an explanation. “Just don’t do this,” she whispered to herself. “Just actually go home, you’ll be fine.”
But you don’t want to do that.
Sunset bit back a sigh, squeezing her eyes shut as her stride came to a halt. It was bitter, it was unwanted, but that last intrusive thought was most definitely the truth. She really, really didn’t want to stop, didn’t want to go home, and definitely wanted to continue on- even if every ounce of her that still resisted was putting up a blistering fight.
It wasn’t until she passed the dull glow of neon lights that rested above the nearby pharmacy did any true sense of self-awareness kick in. Sunset had started her journey from Pinkie’s house, yet already found herself in the heart of town and not far from her final destination. How fast was I going? She wondered. “How desperate are you?”
Hungering.
Another unwelcome thought, and more truthful than the last. Her mind was turning against her resisting will, and that was not a promising sign. How long was she going to be able to put up a fight if so much of her didn’t even want to put up a fight at all?
To her immense displeasure, she knew the path from her by heart. A turn right at the next street, then down half a block where she would find the main entrance to the towering complex that she so desperately sought. When the warm glow of light came into sight as it spilled out onto the sidewalk, Sunset’s more sensible self finally managed to regain its footing; a screeching halt in her travels, a pleading beg to cease.
Once you go in, you won’t be able to stop, she told herself. You’ll not be able to say no. You KNOW that. Sunset did know that to be the truth, and the thought occurred to her that she was more or less walking into a veritable den of lions. She wouldn’t be able to escape, run, or deny herself; this place would consume her. “It can all stop right now,” she breathed.
You’ve been here before, came that potent voice once more, trying to spur her forward. A lilting, silken tone that so perfectly plucked at her heartstrings. You went in, and came out all the more whole. More yourself, happy and content. Was it really so bad?
You’ll lose part of yourself. Just like last time. Like every time before, her pride pleaded. How much more of yourself are you willing to lose?
You’ll only gain. Pleasure, rest, happiness. Think of how it feels every time you enter, said that soothing song. So tired, anxious, alone. But you leave full, satisfied.
This is dangerous. It is more than self-indulgence, it’s a bargain. Sunset’s sensible self was fighting hard, desperately trying to hold on against the flowing rush of a breaking dam. Every memory that had spurred her here was blurring her vision, demanding her attentions. It was the reminder of everything she wanted to know and yet forget, the sights and sounds and sensations that made her skin turn to gooseflesh, her heart to aching.
You’ve been a good girl. It’s OK if you treat yourself. Sunset’s breath came in shaky. Going once, going twice… You know you want to.
“Oh someone help me,” Sunset murmured fearfully, stepping through the doors and onwards to the place for which she longed. All that was left was a long, excruciatingly painful elevator ride to the penthouse above. It always moved too fast, too slow, too much for her to make up her mind. Yet the end of her journey came when Sunset’s gaze came to rest upon the darkened door ahead of her, not a single sight nor warning of the dangers and delights that lay within.
Please, please don’t!
A series of small, tremulous raps upon the hardwood surface, alerting those within to her presence. Sunset was trembling, bouncing about on the balls of her feet. She could still run away, escape before it really was too late-
“Oh shut up,” she at last told herself. She had made up her mind, and nothing would prevent her from seeing this through.
The intercom beside the door crackled, the first sign of life. “Who is it?”
“It’s- it’s me,” Sunset stammered. “I know it’s late…”
“Oh hey, you!” came the reply, the flat tone suddenly vibrant and oh so welcoming. “We were just thinking about you, come on in! Don’t be shy…” The lock on the door swung back, and all that was left was for her to stride through.
The penthouse was a darkened, dimly lit space, Sunset’s vision taking a few moments to adjust to the softness of the light about her. When she began to grow accustomed, the anxious woman found that the beautifully furnished place had become even more so, an opulence and beauty that had somehow surpassed itself. Everywhere her eyes went, there she saw the faint glossiness of well-polished wood and marble, comfortably adorned by the softness of plush rugs and cushy furniture. It was more inviting, lovelier to the eye than she’d even remembered. Step into my parlor, said the spider to the fly.
“You don’t have to just stand there,” came the beckoning call, a melodious voice that made her heart weak. “Why not join us?”
Sunset tried to contain herself as she walked over to the lounge, holding down anxiety and excitement as she caught sight of those for whom she’d longed. All three were here tonight, just as she had prayed they might; all looking at her letting their eyes slowly soak her in and enjoy her form. It was indulgent, hungering, and she loved it. “I hope I’m- not intruding,” she began.
“Oh, you sweet thing,” Adagio Dazzle purred, “don’t you remember what I said last time we were together? You are always welcome.”
Sunset did remember, which was why she was here in the first place. She couldn’t escape, couldn’t resist scratching that itch.
The three beautiful women reclined upon the couch, taking their time with this newly arrived delicacy and letting each party measure up the other. Sunset Shimmer regarded her three companions and found her body quaking at the sight of them. Sonata Dusk leaned against the arm of the sofa and stretched herself out, her trim waist allowed to be the center of attention as she did so. She was a charming sort of sensuous, a frilly skirt and top that gave the appearance of a french maid. It was a clear calling for Sunset to see her like this, to enjoy the view of something she craved; when their eyes met in a single, flittering instant, Sonata knew- and gave the red-haired girl a wink.
A small blush and Sunset averted her eyes, but that wandering gaze would not roam free for long, will taken away by the smallest of movements. Aria Blaze rested beside her sisters, more clothed than they yet still allowing herself to be an object of burnished passions. A button-down adorned her form and trailed down to a pencil-thin skirt that looked more fitting for a school uniform than the dwellings of an elegant penthouse. When she knew that Sunset could not bear to look away, the tempting woman split her legs apart and allowed a single peek: panty-less, and she wanted it known.
“My, my… look at you,” Adagio said, her voice so lavish and succulent that Sunset struggled not to throw herself into awaiting arms. “You look absolutely incredible, Sunset. Did you dress up just for us?”
Sunset regarded herself for a moment, forgetting from whence she had come. Purple gloves that trailed past her elbows, and a body-tight red dress that sparkled with sequins, its high slit revealing her smoothed legs beneath- and maybe even more. “I was at a party,” she mumbled.
Adagio leaned forward, eyes alight and eager to hear more. “And you left to come here? To be with us? Oh, I am flattered. You look wonderful, dear.”
To Sunset, her own attire was nothing compared to the raw sexuality that was the three women before her- and Adagio in particular. Her fine legs were bound beneath long black stockings, suddenly freed halfway up the thigh so bare skin could be revealed. Only barely hiding the full magnificence of her numerous assets was a skin-tight corset, crimson in color and held fast to her form by a black garterbelt. Her body pressed against its leathered prison, bountiful breasts struggling to be free, all of it so tempting to the eye that it was a miracle Sunset did not give in from the moment she had seen them. Of course Adagio was dressed as such a tempting devil: a perfect match to how much she was desired now.
Adagio knew Sunset was mentally undressing her; she could see the mist in her eyes, the barely restrained hunger in her form. So when the beautiful siren leaned forward and let her cleavage be all the more noticeable, she could only grin when Sunset’s face turned red from shame. “You can look all you want, you know,” she added, trying to soothe away those unwanted feelings. “I want you to see me.”
“I shouldn’t be here,” Sunset said quickly.
“What? No way!” Sonata protested, leaping up and taking Sunset’s right arm in her grasp. “You should definitely be here, with me. Don’t you know I missed you?”
“You- you missed me?” Sunset wanted to hear that again, yet never again.
“Oh, so, so bad,” Sonata breathed, her eyes half-lidded as she leaned in closer to her awaiting prize. “All we’ve had to sustain ourselves for weeks is each other. Can’t you stay here with us forever? We’d never let anything bad happen to you, not ever. And we’d always have so much fun…”
“She won’t do it. You know that,” Aria interjected, eyeing Sunset with disdain. “She’s too scared that everyone would think she’s no good again. She’d never want to be seen with us, especially in front of her friends.”
“That’s not- I don’t want- we can’t…” Sunset tried to think up a protest, an alibi, something that would see herself defended. But with Aria there before her and accusing her so fiercely, she found it difficult to think of an excuse. She wanted the company of her friends, but wanted these women so badly. It was an impossible choice.
“Hmph.” Aria came over to Sunset’s side and put her arms about her waist, holding their willing captive fast as she met her eye-to-eye. “You need to get it through your head already. We’re the only ones who could ever satisfy you, and you know it. We’re just like you.”
“But we’re not the same…”
“Is that so?” Aria whispered. “We both want power, don’t we? To be worshipped, craved? You need us-”
“Like we need you,” Adagio added, at last rising from her place to come join the awaiting trio. She grinned at the sight of the tremor that ran through Sunset’s form, gently casting her sister aside as she stood before her prize. “I remember the sounds you made, Sunset. How you squirmed, how you cried. Do you remember how that felt?”
“I-… yes,” Sunset whispered. She tried to ignore that perfect voice, tried to ignore the feeling of these glorious women all about her. Even as she spoke, tried to keep her eyes from lying upon their splendid forms, she could still feel them in every part of her being.
“Don’t you still want me, Sunset? To feel my lips, to be worshipped by me? To worship us in return? We’ve spent so many long, lonely nights without you…”
“I know…” She was quaking now, positively trembling. Sunset felt her gloves be stripped away, the zipper on the back of her dress be pulled down. A small lift of her legs, whether by instinct or hunger she could not tell, and she felt the fabric be tugged to earth and lay upon her feet. “But I’m- we-”
“You know you want it,” Adagio purred, only the thinnest filament of space between them now. Sunset could see those eyes hungering for her, eager to devour. “We’re not so bad, are we? Don’t we feel good?”
“The best,” Sunset said weakly. She could feel lips upon her form now, Aria coming to tend to her breasts while Sonata so gently kissed her neck-
“The very best,” Adagio replied, bringing all words to a halt with a swift, solitary kiss. Those plump, perfect lips upon her own were a finishing blow, a masterstroke that made Sunset’s heart melt. She was incensed by the feeling, the softness of Adagio upon her more than she knew how to bear. Why was she resisting? Why had she ever? When she felt the gentle pressing of a slickened treasure against her mouth, Sunset could do nothing but open wide and let her own tongue fly to meet its beloved, the two women dancing together in a sealed display of adoration.
But sealed it did not remain for long, Adagio luring her out; Sunset would not be allowed to hide her feelings any longer, the two women growing all the more passionate with each press, each wag, each lick- until they found themselves a pair no longer, two new sensations of wonderful slickness gracing their own and joining in with fervor. Sonata and Aria turned the simple kiss into a symphony of sapphic perfection, luring in their desired treasure until all thought of anything else were lost. They wanted her, needed her, and would not be denied.
Sunset did not want to stop, not want this feeling to end. Oh how she loved these three, needed them upon her. But her body ached, longed for more. This had to continue, it could not end! “Oh my god,” she moaned, held fast in the grasp of her sirens and unwilling to be free. “Please, make love to me!”
“It would be our pleasure,” Adagio crowed, she and her sisters taking Sunset away to where the four of them could be free. It would be a very long and raucous night.