A bloody good time
“Owww, owww, shit!” Adagio Dazzle shook her hand furiously, yanking it away from the machinery that ground to a halt as its safety mechanism was triggered. A fountain of warm, red liquid spewed from the machine’s countless nozzles, soaking Adagio’s apron with strawberry jelly.
As Adagio watched her hand with horror, a drop of blood beaded up from her horribly pinched fingertip, growing round and full as a tiny balloon before succumbing to gravity and rolling down her finger to meet the similarly coloured jam that stained her palm. Truly, it was all over for her, she thought. Once a powerful siren, with all of Equestria at her fins, Adagio Dazzle was now bleeding to death in the back kitchen of a donut store.
Of all the humiliations the human world had brought to Adagio, a summer job was the worst, without question. She had sought out the job at Human Joe’s Donutarama due to the suspicious name of its owner. Surely “Human Joe” was not all that he seemed — undoubtedly another creature from some other world, cursed into human form and slowly rebuilding his power, one delicious pastry at a time.
Yet despite countless late nights of snooping, Adagio was no closer to Human Joe’s secrets than when she’d taken the job. She’d yawned and texted her way through Joe’s employee safety video, and now she was paying the price. Adagio Dazzle had flown too close to the sun... or, rather, gotten her hand too close to the FlimCo High-Speed Jelly Injector 3000. Her very life blood was seeping out of her piteous human body, and her only hope now was that she could die in peace.
“A-Adagio?”
Yet this hope, too, was shattered in an instant. Sunset Shimmer, her detested co-worker, had heard the noises and screams, and come into the kitchen to investigate. The flaming, flowing hair of her fellow Equestrian exile was captured tidily in a net, like a helpless fish, and her breasts pushed out her apron most distractingly.
“Leave me alone!” Adagio sobbed. “I’m bleeding out!”
“It’s only jelly...” Sunset protested.
“Not that! This!” The former siren pushed out her beaded finger towards the young woman who had brought her low when she tried to take over Canterlot High. “Right across my jugular! I’m dooomed!” Her only hope was that Sunset would take pity and give Adagio a decent burial... at sea, of course.
“That is so tiny,” Sunset objected.
Adagio flung her finger back and forth with greatest anger. “The blood’s all coming out! Now I’m going to die, just like Camp Gory Pines!”
“Adagio, that was just a scary movie.” Sunset Shimmer tried not to roll her eyes. “Why are you so afraid of blood? What do you do during your periods?”
“What’s a ‘period?’” asked the siren.
“I don’t know either,” Sunset admitted, “but the girls really hate them.” The transformed pony sighed. “I know it hurts right now, but you’re going to be fine. When I was a filly, I was scared of cuts and scrapes, too, but my mum would kiss it and make it all better.”
“That’s so dumb! How could a kiss possibly—” Adagio Daze’s voice trailed off in a swirling mixture of strange emotions as Sunset Shimmer stooped down, took Adagio’s hand in hers and lowered her lips to the tiny wound. Droplets of Adagio’s blood slid across Sunset’s lips in a warm, slick smear as the other woman tenderly kissed her finger.
Adagio felt herself growing heated between her legs as her old enemy performed a most un-motherly kiss. Sunset’s lips lingered a little too long on the spot where the cruel donut machinery had broken Adagio’s skin. Even Sunset’s tongue came out to play, stroking the injured finger, twirling around it much more than was necessary.
“How does it feel now?” Sunset asked, smiling upwards at Adagio.
“It... that was...” Adagio tried to maintain her air of superiority but she had to admit that the bleeding had now stopped. However, such was, at the moment, the least of the siren’s concerns! Adagio found herself quivering, her legs shaking, her buttocks squeezing together, her clit throbbing, her pussy running the highest of fevers. She had never felt so vulnerable, so needy! The pain in her finger was now just a minor part of a much greater pleasure. She needed Sunset to put her lips back on her body, and never take them off!
Instead, Sunset Shimmer took a white case from off of the wall and opened it, only to reveal a plethora of torture devices. “No!” Adagio squealed as the insufferable unicorn-turned-human held up a tube of vile gel. “Not the Searing Ointment of Tartarus! Please, I’ll do anything! It was all Aria’s idea!”
“This is antibiotic gel.” Sunset’s fingers danced around Adagio’s, pampering the throbbing digit with squeezes and touches, until it was coated in the sticky gel and bound up in cotton. “You’re so weird, Adagio. Now, clean up this mess, and get back to work, filling those donuts.”
“W-wait...” Adagio protested, her finger throbbing beneath its prison. “It still hurts! You didn’t make it better yet! I can’t... I can’t use it when it’s smothered in cotton!”
“Use it? Ooh, I see,” Sunset murmured in a sultry tone as the truth slowly dawned on her. “That was your bean-flicking finger, wasn’t it?”
“What? Sh-shut up!”
Sunset let her smile set into an evil and seductive leer. “You’re not going to be able to polish the pearl for a couple of days. So, how about you let me take care of that for you?” Sunset reached underneath Adagio’s long apron, then her short skirt, and placed her own bean-flicking finger directly on the one place the siren needed it most.
“Oooh...” Adagio moaned. Her legs spread easily and she leaned back on the steaming, broken donut machine, letting Sunset Shimmer slip her thumb between sopping wet lips and into her boiling, roiling core.
For Adagio Dazzle, hatefucking was the only kind of fucking. The more she detested someone, the higher she considered herself above them, the more her hungry clit cried out for their unworthy touch. And Adagio detested everyone, making her unflicked bean a perpetually bratty little slut-button.
Every customer Adagio scowled and sassed at made her naughty nub cry out for a stiff spank of retribution. Being blasted by alicorn magic at the Battle of the Bands had made her juicy with humiliation, and when the victorious Rainbooms had rejected her demand that they pull a lesbian train on her as punishment, she’d practically cum on the spot! (Trixie had taken up the offer, though... good old Trixie!)
Right now, Adagio hated Sunset Shimmer most of all... hated her for her caring work with the ointment and bandage, her considerate kindness, her damn sexy hotness! And Sunset was returning the favour, ducking beneath her co-worker’s apron to replace the rubbing finger with her own two lips, as she pushed two sloppy wet fingers through a flood of cunt sap and into Adagio’s needy hole, fucking them back and forth as she kissed the throbbing clit.
Those tender kisses weren’t making anything better... Sunset was only making the mess between Adagio’s thighs worse! The experienced woman moved her fingers back and forth just so, easily finding Adagio’s G spot and strumming it like an open guitar chord. Adagio’s uninjured hand moved downwards, pulling at Sunset’s hair net, scratching the back of her neck with long and powerful nails, breaking the skin and drawing some blood of her own. Sunset groaned, the pain signalling a promised pleasure yet to come.
Adagio wanted this pleasure to last forever... yet her disgust at her own desperate neediness brought her to a most paradoxical climax. “SONATA, I’M CUMMING!” she yelled.
“Hey!” Sunset frowned. “I’m Sunset! Sunset Shimmer, down here!”
“SHUT UP! Let me have this!” Adagio’s pent up stress, the pain and shock of her bleeding, the humiliation of having to go in to work every day like a common human... all of it came out as she gushed an orgasm all over Sunset’s slippery fingers, her clit throbbing against the gentle laps of Sunset’s tongue.
“Ahem.” Adagio heard a voice from the doorway, and her eyes struggled to focus as the last of her squirt dribbled over Sunset’s pumping digits. After long moments of awkward silence she made out her boss, Human Joe, standing with his arms crossed over his spotless apron, a frowning face beneath his crisp paper cap.
“Erm...” Adagio stammered, her bandaged hand flitting like a frantic butterfly from one spot to another: unsure whether it was better to attempt to hide the jelly stains on her apron, the cunt juice leaking down her legs, the flushed and sticky face between her thighs, or the blinking red light on the expensive donut equipment she’d ruined.
Thinking quickly, Sunset Shimmer opened her mouth for both of them. “Joe, I can expl—”
“No need to explain, girls,” Joe said kindly. “You’re both fired.”