Hitting the Showers
While downtown was filled with the same brick and mortar buildings as much of the rest of the city, one building stood out. It wasn't particularly unique, but its smooth white walls and tall glass windows painted it as particularly chic and modern, a new build from the past decade or so, rather than predating much of its occupants. The smooth sign above the entrance read Areion Athletics, and some of the lower windows were plastered with promises of fit bodies and toned muscles.
Rarity wasn't sure how much of that was truly attainable, but she enjoyed all the stretching and posing nevertheless. She wasn't one for too much physical exertion, but the occasional run and her bi-weekly yoga sessions were fun enough, and it helped keep her admittedly aging figure in check.
It wasn't that she was sagging yet, but she felt it in ways, and knew what to look for. Tight fitting yoga pants hugged her plump--and to her credit, still firm--ass, and she kept her breasts in check with a sports bra that might be a size or two too small.
Oh come now, a lady is allowed a little room to show off.
The class was most of the way done, and Rarity had worked up quite the sweat. Glistening droplets shone on her forehead and tummy, the heat driving it not entirely caused by the exercise.
It wasn't as if Rarity was leering. A lady never leers, but she couldn't help but steal glances at the regulars to the class. No one keeps up a regimen like this and doesn't earn herself at least a passingly profound figure. Besides, Rarity didn't mind some of the stares she got.
The instructor called out their next poses, and Rarity pressed her legs together. She bent forward at the hip, keeping her legs straight as she could, until her head was pointed straight down.
That let her get a better view of the woman behind her. She'd caught a few glances here and there, but nothing concrete about her figure and shape. What stood out about her, however and, in fact, was quite unmissable was her hair; a bright orange puff with the odd streak of yellow bouncing with each motion. It was familiar, but thus far Rarity hadn't made out the owner's face.
That woman was no other than Adagio Dazzle. Rarity might not have recognized her yet, but Adagio most certainly noticed Rarity. It had been over twenty years since the Battle of the Bands had passed, and she'd never fully gotten over it. She and her sisters had, with time and training and a little assistance here and there from technology, regained their singing voices and popularity. Sadly for her, the hypnotizing magic she had was now long gone.
The same went for her eternal youth. No longer did she appear as a beautiful young woman, whose dazzling fuchsia gaze and hauntingly perfect songs could ensnare the richest and most powerful elites in society with no more difficulty than plucking a flower's petal.
Now, she was an aging and mature woman with lines of age etched upon her face. She was still gorgeous to many if not most, but she despised it.
That was part of the reason she had come here, for a reason not so dissimilar to Rarity. Outside of Adagio's musical performances and walking around in her little McMansion she got in absolutely no physical activity. Aria on the other hand went to the gym for two hours every day and possessed a musculature comparable to the Greek statues. Sonata, though not as obsessed with being the strongest person in the room as the brutish middle sibling, kept herself in enough shape to have a trim tummy while maintaining her luscious curves.
Adagio, meanwhile, was rather matronly. Her arms had a soft plushness to them as did her full cheeks, and her waist had become a cute shelf of pudge. Where things had particularly focused on was below that however, giving her astonishingly wide hips, thighs that pancaked together, and the kind of ass that overflowed any seat she took. It had its charm to some degree, she might admit, but she still wanted to be that young woman again.
Another pose came, and she fell to mirror the instructor's example with a surprising poise and grace. Her hands went to the mat she'd brought with her, fingers splayed and giving her lower body stability to spread out. Her long legs stood wide apart, ass raised to the air and chin hovering an inch or so from the floor. From her vantage point she got a premium view of Rarity's ass, and a sly smirk turned her pouty lips. Bitch or not, the woman had a fine booty, which jiggled as Rarity adjusted her position, getting herself stable.
It took a few moments for Rarity's feet and hands to find the right places to keep her balanced, and right as she did, she let her head relax and plop to the floor. For a second, their eyes met, and Rarity's pleasant contemplative pout gave way to confusion, recognition, and then contempt all in the span of a second.
Her mouth worked for a few moments, and she briefly sputtered as she initially missed the room changing pose once again. A glance to the side led to her following her neighbors back up, automatically copying them through her periphery while she kept her gaze locked onto Adagio.
"Adagio?" she mouthed with just the barest little hiss on the G. Her jaw and lips heavily emphasized each syllable, and the new pose that brought everyone up, each turned to the side with their hands together and arms open somehow looked a little closed on Rarity. Her breathing was more ragged than the exercise ought to have made her, heaving her bountiful breasts up and down in deep, rapid breaths. In her surprise and anger, she'd overlooked the fact she'd spilled out enough her areola peeked over the edge of the bra.
"Rarity," Adagio responded in kind, cool and simple. Her voice was just as deep and husky as it had been back at CHS, if not even more so. Her gaze, meanwhile, remained more tempered than Rarity's seething, hers more calm and contemplative. They hid behind that mask an equal measure of contempt however, and if one were to pay attention to her micro-expressions they'd notice her mouth curling into a subtle scowl.
They continued about with their exercises. Now, they were to hold one arm above their head and the other hand gripping their bicep, which for Adagio meant her fingers indenting the flesh of her upper arm. At the same time they were supposed to balance on one foot, the other leg bent at the knee and the sole of the foot placed calf-ways.
Rarity found the pose easy as breathing, though the way she huffed out through her nostrils meant that wasn't without some concentration. She rolled her neck, and faced the rest of the room while her eyes remained stuck to Adagio, following the shape of her back and the sheer hump of her ass. Many others however struggled to hold the position, some failed entirely, so the instructor paused to aid those who needed help.
That gave Adagio and Rarity time to appreciate the other, though not in the friendly sort of way.
"Lovely to see you," drawled the ex-siren, panting slightly. Her face and exposed skin shimmered with perspiration, and though she'd put her massive plume of hair into a messy bun some loose curls stuck to her face, adhered by the sweat. While her breasts were not the Sonata-equivalent juggernauts that Rarity had, Adagio beat damn near everybody in the trunk department. She, in contrast to the fashionista, wore yoga pants and a tummy-exposing tank top that matched the same pink as her mat.
"Wish I could say the same," she said, eventually, and somehow she managed to find a balanced, even tone. "It's been a long time. I'm amazed you're still around." She blinked, and realization passed over her face over what she implied. She swallowed, letting her mouth hang open for a moment.
"No," she said, whispering a little. "Let's not be petty and snipe at each other." There was nothing in way of apology, no friendly smile. Just a statement as she spied the woman from the corner of her eyes, her teeth sinking into the far side of her lips.
Adagio rolled her eyes, mumbling "Oh yes, let's" under her breath, loud enough Rarity could make out what she was saying but no more than that. Inwardly, however, her head bounced around all the various insults she could throw the stuck up woman's name. There was vapid bimbo, cow-titted cunt, maybe prissy little princess. Perhaps a combination of all three? Vapid, cow-titted bimbo princess? Oh yes, she liked that one.
She bit her tongue though, at least for the time being. What gave Rarity the right to be so pissy with her anyways? Rarity wasn't the one to have her immortality stolen, she was. Rarity didn't have her hopes of returning to her home of the Equestrian seas stolen from her, Adagio did. Rarity hadn't lost her ability to sing and been forced to re-train her vocal cords for years, she had. Bitch, that's what she was. Just a bitch, plain and simple.
Rarity's nipples stiffened up. No one who had tits as big as hers got away without at least a little puffiness and perkiness, but this was a little beyond just basic nubbins. She was getting stiff, and her cheeks burned, and she struggled not to stare at Adagio even as they changed pose again after a brief interlude on the other foot. A backward bend, hands above her ass, and Rarity's chest fell up against her collar. That let her have a hopefully unobstructed view of Adagio's front.
Bitch she might be, Adagio picked up on how she looked at her body. She smirked, and not subtly at all this time. She wanted to make Rarity know that she knew. She took a wicked, perverse kind of pleasure knowing her body made that old cunt's old cunt wet and drippy. Were they not in the middle of yoga class surrounded by multiple other women she might've dared to slap her ass and see how much it would jiggle. Or her tits maybe, they'd probably make some lewd sounds, right?
The class lasted for a few more poses and plenty of warm down stretches. Rarity did her level best to ignore Adagio, save for the few glances her way when their poses allowed it. The looks she shot were a combination of contemptuous glare and lustful sneer. Eventually the instructor called the class over, and dismissed them all. Some women mulled around, chatting and talking as they dragged their things to one side. Rarity, though, just rolled up her mat and marched off to the changing rooms. She did, however, give Adagio a quick, wide smile that was more a baring of teeth than she probably intended.
She didn't wait to start undressing, taking out a towel from the locker she was renting and setting it aside. With a disdainful look at the nipple almost slipping out, Rarity sighed then lifted the garment up and over her head, letting her sweat polished tits slap back against her chest. A sigh of relief left her lips, though an arm quickly came over and did its best at covering her nipples. The towel did the rest a moment later as she turned around, back to the lockers, and proceeded to unroll herself out of her yoga pants.
It was then that Adagio walked in. She'd taken a bit more time to regather herself with how sedentary her lifestyle had become, and it was off to change without a second thought.
That wasn't the whole truth of it though. She had watched Rarity leave. She had seen those bouncing breasts - how they distended her sports bra to expose a grand real estate of creamy cleavage. She hadn't even the decency to wear a top that covered up her midriff. Adagio had an excuse, being at the weight she was, but Rarity? If you asked her, she could mistake the purple-haired lady for a bubblegum-brained floozy like her youngest sister. She practically had the bluenette's figure down to a t, save for possessing thicker thighs.
"Hello," she said, struggling to keep the smile out of her voice as she moved to stand close by the other woman. "I see that you're rather... oh, how should I put it? Exposed?"
She didn't gesture, but her gaze fell upon Rarity's beachball udders. "I do hope hope I won't be a bother."
Without waiting for an affirmative or denial, Adagio set down her bag and pulled out her towel. She knew exactly what she was doing.
Rarity clutched her towel close to herself, squishing her bosom with one arm and flattening the towel against her belly with the other. She could hardly hide the scowl on her face, but she said nothing to Adagio. She simply adjusted her grip on her towel, turned her head before her body, and marched off to the showers.
They weren't exactly located in a private space. They were open air, just around the corner from the lockers and benches. It might have made more sense to head home and clean, but the convenience of these showers and the nastiness of spending anymore time in her own sweat drove Rarity to simply deal with it.
Adagio frowned watching Rarity go. She'd been hoping to get at least some sort of reaction out of her, but ah well. Adagio would need to rinse off herself, an that might give her the opportunity for more needling. Yes, she acknowledged she was being petty, but she justified to herself that Rarity had been the one to start the cattiness.
Rarity was obscured by the corner, hidden from Adagio save for the odd glimpse of leg or hip, and she laid her towel over one of the many rails in the shower room before turning on the water. She was greeted with wonderfully warm water across her chest, and she stepped forward to let it run over her body. Her scowl vanished, and her head tilted back, though she kept her eyes open.
Sighing, Adagio peeled her sticky clothes from her body. Beneath the outfit she'd brought was a basic gray sports bra and boy shorts, the latter of which covered half or less of her gargantuan asscheeks. Once all her clothes were removed, folded and stored in her bag, she made her way after Rarity.
As she stepped foot inside the expansive tiled chamber, her eyes were inevitably drawn to Rarity's fully exposed body. For as much venom as her tongue held for the woman, she wasn't so prideful as to deny what a stunning body she had cultivated. And, in the case of her fattier assets, been blessed with.
Adagio took the side opposite of Rarity, putting herself in her line of sight but not enough to make her feel like she was being cornered. If she wanted to spy on Adagio's naked form, she would need to intentionally look her way.
Rarity tried not to stare, she really did. She didn't turn her head, at least at first, and she managed to take her eyes off Adagio's form after a few moments of watching her enter.
But that only lasted so long. The older Rarity got, the more of a useless lesbian she became, and the more she found her eyes wandering, seeking out a pretty girl to stare at. She usually kept herself in check, just about, but this time she struggled to not turn, to not lower her gaze, and to not stare straight at Adagio's 'dump truck' ass.
Rarity made a show of running her hands over herself as she turned, rubbing her palms and fingers against her skin as if she were lathering in soap. She realized a little too late that maybe the lie would stand up more if she hadn't forgot her soap in the first place, but she kept going nevertheless. She pressed into the flesh at her hips, and over her breasts, squishing in the fat, and sliding further and further still until her fingers tweaked a nipple and brushed over her cunt.
She froze, a subtle frown cast over her face, and she hoped to heaven Adagio didn't turn around.
Oh, but how Adagio noticed, and oh how she adored it. She might have lost her magic, but she was still a *siren*. Magical abilities or no, she was a centuries old woman with years of seduction and bedroom experience under her belt. That Rarity believed she could do something so flagrant mere feet away from her without her noticing was laughable.
And yet, Adagio would not act on it for the time present. She wanted to lure that scrumptious thing into her bed the proper way a siren was supposed to, then suck her dry like a succubus. How she wanted to go up and fuck that broad silly here and now, but she restrained herself.
Her first ploy was to hum a familiar tune, one that Rarity should recognize. It was the one she'd sung as her entry to the Battle of the Bands. The second was to copy Rarity's actions, the main difference being that she could get away with plausible deniability, because she'd actually brought her soap. Suds ran along her lightly olive skin as she worked, lathering it up and rubbing it in to every nook and cranny. Particular care was paid to her triple-wide cake, manicured digits digging into pliable flesh as if it were pizza dough. Daring to go further, she spread her globe-sized cheeks like a grand gate, exposing her puffy pussy lips and a ripe asshole which she promptly rubbed more soap into.
Third and final was forcing Rarity to pay mind to her best asset. She didn't have magical hypnosis, that was true, but she could hypnotize another way. While she cleaned herself, she rocked her doorframe-brushing hips back and forth, back and forth like a pendulum. Left, right, left, right, and her lower half was packed with so much meat the flesh rippled like jello, travelling down to where her thighs ended. She came to yoga to get more fit, but she knew where her strengths were and she wasn't going to waste them.
Rarity stared, completely, brazenly, and watched Adagio clean herself off. Even as she faced her body away, her head was turned so her eyes could glance over her shoulder, to drink in the view.
She was tense. Her arms had locked into place, her fingers rubbing against sensitive spots, and she realized she was being remarkably still. With some effort, she managed to loosen herself up enough to let her breast-binding arm loose and run over her skin. The other hand remained busy. It ran circles around her sex, brushing over her labia, forcing her to hold her breath to keep herself from groaning. Stupid sexy Adagio.
Rarity shut her eyes tight and huffed out a deep breath, then held out a hand in Adagio's direction. "May I borrow your soap?" she asked, her voice a little husky, a little breathless. "I seem to have forgotten mine."
Adagio didn't immediately turn around, allowing a tension to form between them until it was ready to break - and she would be the one to break it.
After what must have felt like a small eternity to Rarity, Adagio turned around to reveal her front half. Soapy clumps of bubbles clung to various patches of skin and wedged themselves between the numerous plump and inviting folds of Adagio's tummy. She smiled, and looked almost friendly were it not for the glint in her eye. There was a malice behind her gaze, but she struck out like a shark before Rarity had the opportunity to do anything.
"You may," the Dazzling purred, before pushing her body directly against Rarity's. Their tits collided, squashing out into a fatty mass of breastflesh. Adagio's were large, but in comparison to Rarity's it was like comparing pumpkins to watermelons. She was fine with this however, knowing her most valuable attribute lie elsewhere. Their faces inches apart, her breath steamed in Rarity's direction when she spoke, "Would you like me to rub it in for you?"
Something fizzled behind Rarity's eyes, like a capacitor in a computer going pop. The free hand snapped up beside her head, and she blinked away at Adagio, seemingly not comprehending the answer. The heat and her arousal had made her plenty red in the face, but apparently those words were enough to get a little more warmth in her cheeks.
A sound escaped Rarity's mouth that sounded vaguely affirmative, and she frowned before taking in a breath and trying again. "Yyyes," she finally said. "Yes," she repeated, a little more confidently, and she leaned into Adagio, shoring up the shelf below their chins. She managed to re-tame her facial muscles, and gave Adagio her own toothy smile. "I think that would be grand."
"Good," Adagio said. She was glad Rarity gave in so quickly, although another side of her did hope for a bit more resistance. She'd caught this fly in her net regardless, and she wasn't one to waste a tasty meal.
There was plenty of soap and water present to get started, but Adagio was never a frugal woman. She could never be satisfied with 'just enough'. She always needed more, more, more, and that sentiment extended to her sexual activities.
Grinning a shark's smile, she pressed herself harder into Rarity. Their nipples, which had already gone stiff, rubbed into one another as she began grinding herself up and down. The suds started to spread over to Rarity, but with her greed for that special word 'more' taking hold she wedged her soap bar firmly between Rarity's canyon of cleavage. She'd let those enormous jugs take care of it for now - she had plans for it later.
"Mind if I turn the heat up?" asked Adagio, but she wasn't looking for a real answer. Without time to respond, she put her arm forward and adjusted the temperature.
The two women ended up twisted together, with Rarity taking a half step back. Legs slipped past one another, and one of Rarity's thighs disappeared between Adagio's. She needed balance, so she gripped onto the other woman's shoulder with one hand and reached for the shower with the other, gripping some of the pipework. Fortunately, the metal wasn't too hot to maintain contact.
She was teased, warmed, and now restless, with that leg nudging its way up and her hips taking on a gentle rolling, spreading more of Adagio's suds with Rarity. She slid her fingers down Adagio's shoulder, along her arm and to her hip where she gripped the woman tightly, digging her fingers into her soft and squishy flesh at her side. Just like Rarity, Adagio was boiling to the touch already, though that was fast disappearing into the hot water that ran down their bodies.
"For acting like such a bitch earlier, you seem awfully open to my advances," Adagio hummed. As she spoke, she never once stopped grinding along Rarity's body. They were close to equal height, but with Rarity's cow tits and enough of a difference to matter the siren was forced to stand on tiptoes if she wanted to get a full lesbian body massage. "I wonder why that is? Perhaps you could..."
Adagio ran her tongue over her lips. She'd come to rest her hands on Rarity's sumptuous hips - though never as sumptuous as her own - and squeezed. One hand suddenly shifted, striking with viper speed to clutch at her lover's snatch.
The second Adagio's fingers dove in, a hand snapped around her wrist. It held her there, allowing her movement to play with Rarity, but her hold was vice-like, refusing to let her retreat. Rarity sucked in a breath through her teeth as she bit into her lip, staring down at Adagio until she managed to regain some composure.
"...Enlighten me," Adagio finished, digging middle and pointer fingers into the slippery velvet gash between Rarity's thighs. Gradually her grin widened as she pumped, rubbed, and circled her digits a scant half-inch or so into the woman's love tunnel.
"This is nothing," Rarity lowed. "No different to taking off the shower head and..." She rose on her toes for a second as Adagio found a particularly pleasant spot, her breath hitching and releasing in a quavering groan. "...Washing myself. This just has the benefit of being... automatic."
A door clanged, one of the lockers being opened and closed, and Rarity stiffened. AT the same time she turned and pressed Adagio against the wall, trapping the erstwhile siren against a wall of tits and legs. She remained mostly still while the following footsteps approached, then passed the showers, never looking in. All the while she urged Adagio to keep going, spreading her folds and diving deeper.
Adagio obliged, but she was never going to let her take it so easy. Her one duty now that she'd snapped up her prey was playing with it. Poking it, prodding it, she'd do whatever she needed to get a worthwhile reaction. A reaction in the way of moaning was not unappreciated, but it was so mundane. She had literal centuries of knowledge to make a woman scream in pleasure. Making one scream in anger at the same time felt intoxicating to her. She needed that reaction, and what Adagio needed Adagio took.
"Oh yes," she hummed, tone cat-like. "Nothing at all, as a woman you knew from high school pumps her fingers up your snatch. Fucking dykes like you are always in denial~"
She continued her teasing of Rarity's canal, instinctively discovering each and every spot that sent firecrackers up her spine. She was a natural, a master of her craft. The one and only thing she knew how to do better than make love was to manipulate. As she'd often found, the two were one in the same.
She pushed an inch deeper, adding her ring finger to the assault. Her thumb got involved too, finding and then furiously flicking at Rarity's stiff clitty as her other digits toyed and played about with wild abandon.
Curious, she cast her gaze downwards. She had to tilt her head sideways past the impenetrable shelf of tittymeat they'd formed, but she got the glimpse she wanted. She chuckled and refocused on Rarity's face, locking her raspberry jewels with Rarity's sapphire.
"I wonder, do you always get this wet around other ladies, or am I special?"
Rarity squirmed. Her hips restlessly wriggled, rolling forward and helping trap Adagio's hand between both women's bellies. She tried to maintain a glare, to keep her mouth together and stare down Adagio, though her gaze was just a little too glossy, her lips parted enough to breathe through as if her nose was simply just not good enough. Meanwhile, the muscles in her thighs twitched, wanting to take the squirm downward, but she kept her pose, kept Adagio's back to the wall.
Fuck her was it hard though.
Her fingers dug tighter into Adagio's skin, her neatly filed nails pinching the surface enough to sting. "Shut it," she hissed, though the commanding effect was rather lost with how breathless the words were. "You're not special. Just get on with doing the one good thing you've done for me." She grunted, adjusting her weight on her feet again and rising up her leg a little higher, with her knee wedged against the wall.
"Why, what ever could you mean by that?" said Adagio, widening her eyes into a look of confusion and false offense. Were her free hand not busy squeezing into the pliable jello of Rarity's butt she would have put it to her cheek,
"Really though," she rolled her eyes, pinching her brows into a fine line. Throughout all her talking she stopped not once her ministrations of Rarity's flower. If anything, they were becoming more feverish. "That was so long ago. You act like it happened yesterday for all the venom that little tongue of yours spits out."
The attention to her sex gradually wore down Rarity's strength, her limbs growing gradually weaker. The pressure on Adagio let up, their breasts rounding out as they returned to their usual shapes. Even as Rarity huffed and puffed through her lips and nostrils, her jaw worked, and her mind sludgily worked its way through the question behind her eyes.
"That was the last I remember seeing of you," she explained, putting one hand up above Adagio, flat against the wall. The other fell upon her tit, her palm squeezing in between them. "I can't say I'm thrilled to have you show up at what I consider me-time." She whined, low and growl-like, while her head dropped. "I can't help but worry you have some other plans."
Adagio laughed, so hard she had to pause her ongoing fingerfuck of Rarity's cunt. It was a humorless, dry laugh.
"Plans? You're kidding."
Now that Adagio had recollected herself, she resumed to pussyblast the absolute daylights out of her 'rival', if such a term was applicable in this situation. The tempo of her work increased, and her slower, more guided motions made way for ruthless fucking. The three fingers buried down to the knuckle now in dripping wetness became a blur, pumping in and pulling out so fast the shlickshlickshlick of a needy bitch hole would be audible to anyone who stepped foot in the shower - probably even just walking near it.
"You took my magic. The only plans I care about now are making a luxurious and hedonistic enough lifestyle for myself, something that's worth living now that I'm a," Adagio cringed, clenching her teeth together. "Mortal," she finished, spitting out the last word like bitter poison.
For a few moments, Rarity's eyebrows pressed together into a creased knot of confusion. That didn't last long in the wake of Adagio's quickened fingerfucking, and her eyes shut tight for a second before re-opening to a pair of crossed blue eyes. She started to droop down, her knees bending against her will, while she clenched her jaw and tightened her grip on Adagio's tit.
That still didn't help, and with all the soap smoothing out the skin, all she managed to do was squeeze and massage the other woman as she fell. There was only so far Rarity could go, and Adagio's fingers were like a hook, keeping her held up on a line while her hands meekly held onto the woman for a little more support.
A part of her brain was still there, however. The part that wasn't a catty bitch, or at least had a little sympathy. "I'm--I'm sorry," she stammered breathlessly. "I didn't--Fuck--" Her words disappeared into a high whine as she rocked her hips forward, shunting herself up against Adagio and making her gravity-generating ass bounce off the wall.
Like the jiggliest Newton's Cradle, she thrust forward again, and again, and again and again. Her voice turned shrill, carrying a multitude of high-pitched swears through the air. She didn't seem to care when more lockers slammed open and shut along with an increasing amount of commotion beyond the showers, even as she shuddered, even as her muscles tensed then released and she finally slumped to the floor before Adagio.
The siren looked down on the stammering woman, intensely proud to have gotten what seemed to be an honest apology. She smirked, said "Yes, I'm sure you are." and gave the final few thrusts needed to push Rarity over the edge. Her tone was oozing with vindictive sarcasm, but that wasn't unusual no matter who she was talking to. The circumstances provided clarity that, if nothing else, made it known she wasn't so bitter as to prevent her from turning her into a moaning lesbian whore.
The single objective she considered worth pursuing presently was bringing Rarity to screaming climax, whether or not there were other women around to hear it. For all she cared about human taboos, they could - and eventually would - walk in on the two getting down and dirty. Ideally, she was going to give Rarity multiple orgasms, and although she knew no one but her and her sisters could be as sexually tempered as she, she hoped Rarity could satisfy her own urges.
If she didn't, it would be disappointing, but of little consequence. She'd get all the satisfaction she'd need from claiming victory, and bask in the attention from those present. Any physical pleasure Adagio received was just a bonus.
As she was left panting on the floor, Rarity blearily looked up at Adagio. Her hands fell between her thighs to support her heavy torso, made heavier by the first of what was possibly several climaxes to come. Her lips were parted, her tongue pushed to the front, and her breath steamed up more than the hot water running over both their bodies.
She tensed up a little when voices and footsteps came closer to the showers, but she hadn't the energy--or fucks to give--to get up from her submissive position before Adagio. As two other well rounded ladies entered, they paused, their gazes flicking over the two of them. One of them seemed to be about to say something when the other grabbed her arm and pulled her further into the shower room, getting on with trying to clean themselves.
With a swallow, Rarity gripped onto Adagio's side and hip and hauled herself up to her feet. Sudsy tits slid over the other woman's front, squished up with stiff nipples poking into her skin.
"Something the matter?" Adagio jeered. "You look rather out of breath." Whether the newcomers to the showers were able to hear her or not, she clearly didn't pay any mind. Rather, she spoke louder than she had before. She wanted them to hear her - to hear both of them, and all the depraved details of what naughtiness they were engaging in.
Rarity seethed. "Shut up." She curled up her hands to dig her fingernails into Adagio's skin. She was still unsteady, still forcing herself to stay upright.
An idea popped into the Dazzling's twisted mind - a wonderful, delightful idea. The look of mischief in her eyes was unmistakable to anyone, including Rarity, regardless of her current state. She pulled her fingers out from the mature lady's thoroughly moistened cunny and whatever focus that woman had been drawing from, it wasn't enough to keep her quiet, eliciting a quiet yet very noticeable moan. Rarity's legs spasmed, and more of her weight fell onto Adagio's shoulders to compensate. She still managed to maintain eye contact, however, and she watched with confusion, then realization as Adagio's hand reeled back, then fell with the swiftness of a divebomber, coming down against her ass, hard.
Rarity yelped. She jerked her hips forward, bumping against Adagio's and sending both their rears jiggling. The start of a swear floated on her lips, but she managed to turn it into a long, drawn out his instead.
Adagio had to restrain herself from a full belly laugh. Despite her efforts, her chortle nevertheless sent her pudgy bellyfat jiggling and breasts bouncing. Yes, she was greatly entertained by this one. The definition of a paper tiger in its purest form she had never before seen. What more sounds of easily crushed defiance could she harvest from this big-titted strumpet, she wondered.
Confident and taking in great stride, Adagio went to push things forward. While Rarity reeled from the harsh smack delivered to her buns, a lightly painful stinging still on the offended bootycheek, the dazzling seductress gripped Rarity by the shoulders and shoved her back down onto the floor. She went further than leaving her on her knees though, pushing her onto her back and utilizing her superior mass to pin the woman in place. The sheer density of her voluminous backside alone would ensure she hadn't a chance at escaping Adagio's hold.
Rarity palmed and groped at Adagio as she fell, finding something to hold onto, to keep her upright. Of course, the fact Adagio was forcing both of them down to the floor meant that even as she held tightly onto a tit and a hip, Rarity wasn't able to stop herself, and landed on the tiles with an 'Oof'.
"Look at you," said Adagio. Her face hung inches from Rarity's own, steaming breath that smelled of ginger and honey brushing her nostrils. Similarly hanging were her udders, nipples aligned and hardened. "Filthy minx. You talk a big game, Lady Rarity."
The title was delivered with, naturally, the utmost insincerity. But that's all you seem to be. What a shame. Even your dumb cow of a friend, oh what was her name, Shutterfly? Put up more of a fight than you. Tsk tsk. Such a disappointment."
Rarity's milk white turned cherry red face stared up at Adagio, her parted lips still turned down in a scowl. "I'm not much of a fighter," she admitted, her voice just loud enough to be heard over the rushing water. "But that doesn't mean I'm going to let you dictate every little moment between us."
The hand on Adagio's hip squirmed its way over the back of her thigh, then between her legs. Fingers and thumbs teased up, and she brushed past Adagio's folds before digging in her fingers again. With some effort, Rarity yanked Adagio's legs to one side, and she gave her shoulder a good shove. Being as bottom heavy as Adagio didn't mean much when they were both on the ground, and both as slippery as each other.
With Adagio's center of mess off her, it was trivial to push the rest of her over. After all, Rarity's mass was higher, which gave her a little more upper strength to work with. It helped her roll the pair over, to pin one of Adagio's arms down with her own, and pin the other beneath her massive mammaries. As for Rarity's other hand? It was firmly cusped around Adagio's cunt, her middle and ring fingers splitting her lower lips around them.
Thank goodness for post-nut clarity.
"Oh no you don't," Adagio growled. If there was any reaction to Rarity's fingers being shoved into her snatch it didn't show. All it accomplished was piss Adagio off and set her fires blazing. She wasn't going to let this bimbo slut one-up her, not today, not ever.
Throwing her strength behind her, Adagio wiggled out of Rarity's hold about halfway. The digits curled inside her carnal canal made it tougher than normal to free herself completely, but it was enough for what she needed to accomplish.
"Do you have any idea who you're messing with?" she asked, low and threatening. "I was bedding women fiercer than you'll ever be before your ancestors were born!"
With that high proclamation, she reached down and wrapped her hand tight around the uppity dame's wrist. Her grip tightened further, then pulled her intruding fingers out. She wasn't done though, opting to use her grip as leverage to reassert her position on top. She knew it wasn't important who was on top or on bottom, only who was in the dominating role, but to do what she wanted with this bombshell beauty's buxom bod she needed that arrangement.
This time, she didn't make the same mistake twice. Words went as simple as "You've made a mistake," and then she was on her. Her head lowered, dragging her wet orange-gold locks along Rarity's bare skin, and she attacked those tempting titties. Her mouth opened, and with one hand locking Rarity's right arm in place the other pinched her nipples and pulled them together. A heartbeat later, Adagio had both engorged rosebuds in her maw, tongue flicking and teeth scraping against tender flesh.
Rarity definitely hadn't been expecting this from her attempt at turning the tables. She made a mental self note to work on her upper body and core strength more, which was going to be a royal pain. As Adagio's lips wrapped around her nipples though, that thought was pushed far to the side. Immediately, she was squirming and huffing up a storm.
She must have looked pathetic, the way she squirmed and mewled, struggling to get one arm free and the other to meekly bat at Adagio's head, where her fingers and hand promptly disappeared into her honeyed curtain of hair.
If Adagio was capable of doing so in that moment, she would have been cackling her head off. Pathetic, she thought, the attempt at a fight this woman had tried to erect. Instead, the only things that Rarity would be fighting against would be pitiful efforts not to moan like a whore.
In order to ensure her loss as swiftly as possible, Adagio had to use all the tools in her skillset. After assaulting those plump teats, she let them leave her mouth with a pop which she deliberately made louder, as a bonus to the other women not involved. Speaking of which, several more had now come into the shower, only to see the curly-haired diva with an ass the size of Jupiter harshly biting and audibly suckling upon the regular Rarity's nubs. The sounds of hands lathering soap slowed, and the feeling of eyes peering over shoulders and focused ears overcame Rarity. Not that she could really do much, moaning on the ground like she was.
She never kept on one nipple for long, switching both in line of attack as well as doctrine. When she finished nibbling and pushing one nipple with her tongue as if it were a flipswitch, she rimmed and vigorously milked the other. Her lips alone were heaven on Rarity's skin, full and soft in all the perfect ways built for kissing and teasing.
The brief moments of reprieve Rarity received between each suckle were enough for her to drag herself backward, but not enough to anywhere near truly escape Adagio. Besides that, with the she-devil on top of her as she was, all she did was drag Adagio along with her.
She also wasn't aiming for the exit, either, but rather the wall, where she braced her shoulders against it, then her back. That was the best she could do while her arms barely obeyed her, and her legs twitched and slipped on the wet and soapy floor.
Rarity's mouth did not remain shut the entire time, grunting and groaning, huffing and whining. A particularly pleasant little nibble arched her back and Rarity let loose a rather shameless cry.
What of Rarity's hands? They were struggling, once she was braced against the wall. They found not much more than a weak hold on Adagio, wriggling her fingers into the other woman's hair and trying to slip the other down between them. Damn her own massive knockers, getting in the way of her hand's quest for groping.
Adagio's brows furrowed, and she slid off Rarity's right breast with a pop. She'd just gotten done with giving her a hickey, leaving a mark behind on the massive milky-skinned mammary to remind her of this moment for days to come.
"You aren't much of a smart one, are you? You do realize I can't do much with you if you're propped up on the wall like that. Oh, well, it's an easy enough fix."
She tut-tutted in the madam lesbian's direction, clucking her tongue against the roof of her mouth such as a disapproving schoolmarm might to a child. She took hold of Rarity once more, this time slipping her digits through the strands of shifting purple so she had a better vantage. She pulled, careful not to hurt the poor dear, and dragged her back down so she lie flat.
Once she readjusted Rarity to her liking, the devilishly amused Adagio started at her shoulder. She parted the woman with another hickey, then moved to give her on her left breast, around her nipple to match the right. She continued that way, down and down as she went, reaching further yet further to the flower petal prize she sought. She kissed, almost delicate and loving, nipping playfully and gliding her tongue along patches of skin she knew made people squirm. Adagio could never admit it to herself, but she had found herself enjoying this Rarity's company, to a greater extent than her usual carnal companions.
Rarity's hands tried to keep hold of Adagio as she travelled southward, but her grip wasn't strong enough to hold her still. All that happened is her finger nails scratched across her back and sides, leaving little tracks on her skin. Even Adagio's hair wasn't enough of a tangle for her to get a good hand hold, leaving her combing it up and over her stomach.
She wanted to argue. She wanted to debate her intelligence, to prove it to the tart attacking her tits. The sparks that flew up her spine when she released her nipples stopped her from even starting on a scathing rebuttal. She breathed in, she twisted her mouth one way and another, but she couldn't form anything more than a wordless shout.
Rarity found a little more strength when Adagio's lips met her folds, and she pulled up, pushing Adagio's face firmly into her crotch. While she was covered in hot water, her own fluids were easily told apart. They were sweet and sticky and abundant, impossible to wash away with the shower above them, and impossible to clean up with her tongue alone. And she, whether intentionally or not, forced Adagio to try when her twitching legs rose up and wrapped around her shoulders, and easing the work her hands had to do with her hair-holds.
This attempt at taking control was, in Adagio's considered opinion, entirely acceptable. Ultimately, no matter how hard Rarity pressed her face into her muff or tightened her legs around her neck, it was not she the one in control. Adagio was the giver of pleasure here, and she could just as easily decide to stop giving it if she saw so necessary.
With those sticky sweet lips kissing hers, Adagio set swiftly to task of ravishing Rarity's petals. She started out slow, letting the candle flame burn steady but dull, as it would make the inferno seem that much brighter when it came to its crescendo. Her tongue, thirsty for what water could not provide, lapped up feminine juices wherever it could, though she knew it would continue to seep out from those carnal walls no matter how long she worked at it, like sap drawn from a towering maple.
Upon getting her fill, she took with enthuse to rewarding the box which had so graciously dispensed its candy treats. She closed her eyes, shutting out her vision so she might have one less sensation to deal with, allowing her to focus on the subtler breaths from Rarity and the topography of her forbidden flower. Tongue traced about, this way and that, slipping in along labia and clitoral hood, dipping in like a wick to honeypot to explore the contours of her cavern.
Rarity's hips echoed the motions of Adagio's tongue. Where the diva went left, so did Rarity. If she poked up, so did Rarity thrust upward. The movements did little to shake Adagio free, instead slightly dragging her along with her restless squirming and huffing.
Her shoulders pressed back into the tile beneath her as she arched her back to jut her tummy upward, and her hands, losing yet more control, simply released Adagio's hair and traced up her torso, her fingers clenching and uncurling in an unseen rhythm. A long time ago her perfect perm had died a watery death, instead falling flat across the floor and her chest in waving, waterlocked strokes, line purple paint from a brush. None of it covered her chest, though her hands tried a vain attempt at that when driven to rub and squeeze her tender nipples. A hiss squeaked out between Rarity's groans, and her fingers curled up tighter, digging into the pliable, plush flesh.
One especially joyous combination of a teasing, pressing tongue and a pinch between thumb and finger added another sound, another cry, and Rarity shut her eyes tight enough to scrunch up her face, adding some severity to her graceful wrinkles.
Adagio might have seen to comment on how cute her lover's reactions were, but alas she had her mouth very much occupied with causing those reactions in the first place. So, being as she couldn't, the second best thing was to provoke more out of the finely matured lady, not unlike, she mused, a bottle of vintage wine. She hadn't a doubt the compliment would make Rarity feel flattered. Mayhaps, after this was over, they could share a glass over dinner.
She shook the thought, and reminded herself the reason of this endeavor. She wasn't here to get friendly with the woman, she was here to dominate her, to make her bend the knee to the best of the best.
Now that she'd thoroughly mapped out the intricate details of Rarity's pussy, the real work could begin. Her motions increased not in speed by itself but pressure as well, exercising the oral muscle to point of strain. Then, in her feverish ministrations, she found Rarity's prized jewel. Being women as they were, she knew where it would be and thus hadn't purpose to locate it earlier, but when she did now stumble upon it she fixated.
Against that clit she threw a full frontal assault, bombarding Rarity's fortress walls with all manner of tactic. She flicked, lashed, swirled, rimmed, and teethed. Kissing and nibbling and suckling the same way as she had with Rarity's plus-sized knockers, there would be no reprieve.
With a shrill shout, Rarity squeezed her thighs tighter around Adagio's head. Where she blocked out sound, her voice still carried through her bones and soft flesh, as well as her rapidly thumping heartbeat. It was tight, and it probably hurt a little as she threw herself around, her spasming muscles affording her no rest, no relaxation. Her ass smacked against the ground, while her shoulders dug backward, again shoving her belly up into the air. Neither of her hands seemed to have much purpose anymore, with one arm slipping off her breasts and to the ground below. It didn't do much to prop her up at all, and instead slid across the floor, her fingernails clicking in the gaps between the tiles.
She continued like that, throwing her arms around her while her thighs rubbed and ground against Adagio, her feet slipping up and down her back and even kicking her--albeit accidentally. That was right until every muscle in her body tensed up at once. It was like her legs locked together around Adagio, and something pulled at her arms as they slid over her, and all the while she screamed horny, bloody murder at the top of her lungs. It was enough to hurt the other girls' ears, by their reactions.
As Rarity writhed in the stubborn throes of orgasm, Adagio's eyes fluttered opened and fixated on Rarity's. Whether she could hold the woman's gaze was another question, but Adagio did so love seeing the pleasure-contorted expressions of her so-dubbed victims. The experience was a rewarding one for her, knowing what wailing highs she could bring a person to. She'd done it countless times over countless years, and it had never once lost its luster.
One measly climax wasn't nearly enough for Adagio however, oh no no no. She could do far better than that, and she was eager to show Rarity what her tongue could really do. Not for a blink did she cease her tonguing of Rarity's depths, the sucking and teething on her clit.
What Rarity did get was an even fiercer clash as Adagio took aim at her entrance and spread apart her walls, the flexing muscle thrusting into her tunnel directly. Possessing a speed that seemed superhuman, the voluminous-haired woman darted in and out of Rarity's slit, then cracked whip-like against the bundle of nerves between her lips. The real show began when her g-spot was located, over which the soul-sucking succubus of a siren obsessed herself.
Rarity's orgasm ebbed and flowed, taking away control from her limbs, blanking out her mind, then giving back just enough sense and thought that she could process the world around her, the situation she was in.
It was only enough for her to shakily push herself about, twisting her torso to try and get on her front and lift herself up. All she managed to do before another climax fucked her brain and sent her shuddering was roll onto her side, her arms falling in front of her as she screeched again. That climax, ironically, gave her the strength to drag Adagio around with her, and as the tangle of limbs and arousal that was Rarity squirmed, she did actually manage to get onto her front, with Adagio on her back behind her and between her legs.
Of course, Adagio still had a firm grip on her, and she had no strength or coordination as she writhed. At the very least she was propped up a small distance by her fat rack. All she could do was pant and whine, losing more of herself to the moment until she was left drooling down her chin.
"Ahhh."
Adagio breathed out as she pulled away from Rarity's spit-soaked snatch, as though she'd just downed a tall and refreshing glass of water on a hot summer's day. With the heat of the showers, the vapors and their combined sweat, the comparison fell near to reality. Adagio did not allow herself respite for more than a few breaths, enough that she could refill her lungs, and she dove back into the cavernous deeps for a final go at her companion.
Beneath the woman, Adagio's claws sunk into the pliable assmeat on offer. Her nails scraped at the skin, digits swallowed up to the second knuckle by a significant weight of booty, though she remained relaxedly comfortable in her knowledge at being the absolute and undisputed queen of thiccness. They moved, tips creeping over the landscape of Rarity's cheeks like a spider and, upon reaching her cleft, dug in and spread spread them apart so she could better shove her face between them. When her nose was securely buried, she released, begetting a lightning-like crack of clapping flanks that filled the room and filtered out the tiled walls.
Just one more, Adagio told herself. One more climax, and she'd have accomplished her goals.
Breathing deeply of Rarity's flowery, feminine allure, Adagio penetrated her honeysuckle one last time. Not wanting to waste a second more, she went immediately for her most receptive region, not bothering to stop along the way, and bombarded it with everything she had. Adagio's reward was yet more of the misty madam's liquid nectar, a stream that dribbled and flowed over her tongue. Rarity's walls were a-flutter, constantly twitching around Adagio's tongue whenever she snuck in. Her muscles twitched beneath Adagio's hands, her body moving endlessly despite her attempt and stabilizing herself, finding some reprieve.
Rarity was gone, or at least temporarily so. She screamed out one more time, one more deafening call as she slammed her hips down again, and this time onto Adagio's face. That got a few sounds from the others in the shower, and was enough to trigger some of them to let go of their inhibitions, or to find somewhere a little less hot and bothersome.
She still didn't have the strength to push and sit herself up, so instead she ground down, spreading her legs to let the best of her weight squish Adagio against the floor. It was a good thing she had so much padding of her own, as she rolled and slapped her hips forward a few more times until every ounce of energy simply fled her body, leaving her a limp, moaning heap atop Adagio.
A smile broadened Adagio's cheeks beneath Rarity, and for a while she was content lying there and doing nothing else - asides from slurping up drops of honeydew when her thirst got the better of her.
Eventually, with Rarity still limp, Adagio gently held her by the waist and slid her off. Effort wasn't much of a factor given how slippery they both were, but she handled her with a surprising amount of tenderness. When both could seat themselves comfortably on the floor, Adagio leaned over and pressed her lips faintly to Rarity's cheek.
"This was fun," Adagio said, and got to her feet. Before she sauntered out of the showers, broad bottom half swaying and pudding-thick butt quivering, she glanced over her shoulder and blew the catatonic woman a kiss. "See you, sweet thing."
And then she was gone.
It took a while for Rarity to properly come to. She was faintly aware of others cleaning themselves, playing with themselves, then vanishing. Fortunately they were nice enough to turn the showers off, saving Rarity's hands and feet from pruning too hard. It was more commotion as another event concluded that eventually rose her from her stupor, and Rarity blinked away the fuzziness from her eyes.
With a hand braced against a wall, and the other arm held against her sore nipples, she managed to rise to her feet. They were still unsteady, still weak with aftershocks of pleasure. Even just brushing against her tits and bits was enough to make her moan, though with a bite of her lip she was able to keep her volume down.
She wandered through the locker room, finding her stuff, and did her best to ignore the eyes on her as she slowly dressed herself again. She was aware her pussy was puffy, still drooling down her thighs, and she couldn't entirely hide the hickeys on her breasts from prying eyes.
"This is going to make future yoga sessions interesting," she whispered to herself, and stifled a hiss as she tried to fit on her bra.
As Rarity readied to depart, there was a flash of pink at the corner of her vision. Inquisitively, she spun her purse to face her, and found a sticky note taped to the side. On it were seven words, drawn out in an elaborate calligraphic style a lady such as she could appreciate.
"Next time, let's make it a date."