Hate-Loving

Rarity was driven up to Sunset’s house with Sweetie Belle’s mouth between her legs. Though her younger sister slave doll was doing a splendid job as always in serving her cunt, Rarity didn’t really much care for it today. Her mind was simply elsewhere, and she could barely feel the touch of Sweetie Belle’s tongue on her pussy.

“I think I’m suffering a little dry spell today, Sweetie.” Rarity pouted sadly, stroking her long fingernails through Sweetie Doll’s perfect pink hair, before she seized one of her sister’s pig tails and yanked her from between her legs. “Simply am not feeling it.”

Sweetie Belle blinked, her hands went behind her back as she curtseyed in an innocent like way. “Want to talk about it?”

They weren’t playing their game at that moment, right now, Sweetie Belle wasn’t a doll but Rarity’s sister, and Rarity wasn’t her mistress. She wrapped a lock of her sapphire hair around her finger. “No, Sweetie Belle, I don’t particularly care to.”

She was lying, but she didn’t want to admit it. And Rarity’s thoughts were plagued with doubt as she walked out of her limousine and up the stairs to Sunset’s penthouse. Rarity was a lady! A mistress! Her friends looked to her to guide them, for sexual pleasure and for dominance. She couldn’t show it in front of her friends though. A weak Mistress was no mistress, that was what Sunset had told her.

Speaking of which, Rarity was approaching Sunset’s penthouse now. She had secretly been taking dominatrix lessons from Sunset, she had been paying the bacon haired dominatrix a fortune for secret dominatrix training. It cost her an arm and a leg, and Twilight would never forgive her if she knew.

But it was worth it for Rarity to be the guiding, dominant friend she knew that all her friends needed. Yet, was it costing her Spike, alienating him somehow? He had never seemed to mind before, yet recently it was like he was seeing Rarity in a new light. A light that seemed so much less warm recently.

It was hurting, more than it should. Like there was something unique about Spike. Were they drifting apart?

Nevertheless, Rarity held her head up high and refused to let any insecurity crack. As she said, she was a Mistress, her friends depended on her to give them direction and domination, and that fantasy was broken should she ever break herself.

She arrived at the door to Sunset’s penthouse, truthfully, Rarity had found Sunset’s architectural tastes to be garish and over the top. Was a skyscraper really necessary? It clashed with the humble, cozy decor of Ponyville and Rarity’s critical mind thought it looked garish. Yet, it was impressive and as Sunset had made it clear, a cruel Mistress oozed power and dominance in every fibre of their life. Which Rarity supposed tied into her desire for a palace, no matter how much it clashed with the authentic rustic culture of Ponyville.

Rarity had just knocked on the front door, but to her, surprise the door simply swung open, neither locked nor properly closed. Rarity checked the time on her diamond encrusted smartphone, it was time for her lessons with Sunset and Rarity had not received any text of any cancellation.

Rarity heard noises. At first, she assumed that it was one of Sunset’s many slaves, working off extensive debt by being Sunset’s sex slaves. Flash or Mayor Mare perhaps, truthfully it was a bargain. After all, half of them were paying to have Sunset dominating them, so this arrangement was more akin to free treatment.

But these noises didn’t sound like Sunset disciplining a slave, and more strangely, they were coming from Sunset’s bedroom. Sunset had set strict rules about who could and could not enter her bedroom at what time. No slaves were on that list at this time.

Curiosity thumped in Rarity’s heart. She always loved gossip and scandal, she’d read Gabby Gums religiously before she’d realised that she was her sister (and thus was inspired to make Sweetie her doll afterwards) and had always devoured online gossip. It was like a siren’s call, luring Rarity in.

So, disregarding her better judgement, Rarity snuck in, praising Celestia that she had long ago learned how to step silently along the floor in high heels until she was right outside Sunset’s bedroom. Curiosity overshadowing all other doubts, she silently creaked the door open and had to stifle a gasp.

Sunset’s bedroom was like that of a tyrant like Chrysalis, half-bedroom, half-sex dungeon. It was draped in her colours, large extravagant curtains of black, orange and red covered a wall, a window tinted black. The floor was as orange as Sunset’s vibrant hair. The four posts of her bed were obsidian black and had bracelets of spikes. The furniture was similarly made of obsidian and amber and much of it was expensive for the sake of expensive.

Rarity wasn’t interested in the decorations however, rather, she was fascinated by the tie on the floor. Twilight’s tie. And Sunset’s stockings. And Twilight’s heels. And Sunset’s gloves. And Twilight’s skirt. And Twilight and Sunset snuggling each other, Sunset’s muscular hand draping over Twilight’s shoulder and squeezing her right tit as Twilight snuggled into Sunset’s body.

Sunset’s expression was one of absolute confidence and smugness, her black lips stretched into a triumphant grin, but her glittering black fingernails were caressing Twilight’s tit in slow, soft circles. Twilight, for her part, was snuggled up closely to Sunset’s right breast, resting her head on it like it was the most comfortable pillow in the world.

Rarity clasped a hand to her mouth to try and cover the squeal. They’d finally done it! She’d waited so long for it to happen, the two had finally fucked. Oh, it was so cute. She must tell everyone.

“Mmmhuh?” Twilight mumbled, eyes shifting around at the sound of Rarity’s muffled squeal. “Oh hey, Rarity… RARITY!?”

Twilight shot out of bed, taking the entirety of Sunset’s duvet around her body in a panic to make a makeshift dress, her eyes frantically searching the floor for her clothes. “Rarity, it’s not what it looks like, we were…we were…”

Twilight’s eyes darted to Sunset who hadn’t moved an inch. She was still sitting there, her hands resting comfortably on her cheese grater abs and the smirk hadn’t changed at all. “We fucked. Hard.”

“Sunset.” Twilight hissed, but this time there was no real malice in her voice. Simply a playful pout.

Sunset smirked at Twilight. “You’re not ashamed of me babe, are you?”

“Babe?” Rarity asked, smiling widely and placing her hands on her huge hips.

“Well, we’re not dating or anything, just a name that slipped out. At least I assumed not…are we?” Twilight asked, turning to Sunset nervously.

“Oh, we’re absolutely dating my bookworm babe.” Sunset said confidently, the grin of triumph on her face was threatening to split her face in half as her eyes stared at Twilight like she had just beaten her greatest enemy, or won the lottery.

Twilight blushed and she dropped the impromptu sheet that she had wrapped around her tits to the floor. “You…you bitch.” She muttered, picking the sheet off the floor.

“Now, Twilight.” Rarity marched forward, a hand on her asscheek as she marched forwards and placed a finger under Twilight’s chin. “I NEED to know everything about how this happened.”

“Well….”

Three Hours Earlier

“Brain-dead Bitch!”

“Captivated Cuntlicker!”

“Egghead Gooner!”

“Two-faced Horny Hyprocrite!”

Then they kissed.

It had been a moment of passion and impulse, an instant in which every cell in Twilight’s body was yearning for Sunset. It was lust, wasn’t it? The same horniness that the Pink Sky had inflicted on every woman in the world, wasn’t it?

But there was no denying it now. Their kiss was hungry, yes, their hands were exploring each other’s bodies, yes, but there was a difference. There was a gentleness to their touch that was alien to a ravenous, lustful hunger. A tenderness in their movements. Even their kiss was more loving than lustful, neither stuffing their tongues down the other’s throats.

Twilight pulled away, heart thumping in her chest rapidly. “I fucking hate you.”

Sunset raised an eyebrow. “Do you now? I could give you Flash back, I know you missed him.”

“You think I want him back?” Twilight placed a hand between Sunset’s legs. “His cock isn’t nearly as tasty as your cunt. And unlike you, I’m not desperate enough to suck sloppy seconds from some blue haired cuck.”

Sunset placed a finger under her chin and forced Twilight to look up into her eyes, which made Twilight feel her heart skip. Those eyes, so confident, strong and sexy. She was lost in them in an instant, they were so perfect.

They kissed again, this time Twilight’s hands were groping huge chunks of Sunset’s tits in her hands whilst Sunset took Twilight’s ass into her hands. The new bimbofied enhanced bodies of the Pink Sky reacted to their connection in a curious way. The affection, love if you wanted to call it that, fed into her lust, which in turn fed into her love. Just like how her anger and hate fed into her lust before. A virtuous cycle rather than a vicious one.

Their lips didn’t separate until they were tumbling onto the bed, Twilight’s actions were uncharacteristically uncoordinated. Wild and impulsive, and when their lips broke apart, she was pinned beneath Sunset. For once, she didn’t mind.

Sunset giggled. “You have no idea how much I dreamed of this moment.” She undid Twilight’s tie. “Undressing you.” Sunset undid one of Twilight’s few shirt buttons. “Pinning you down.” She undid Twilight’s shirt and let her breasts burst free. “Tasting these massive tits.” Sunset licked Twilight’s nipple slowly and lustfully. “My Titty Twilight.”

Sunset placed her glittering black lips around Twilight’s nipples, suckling them like a newborn infant, all whilst maintaining perfect eye contact with Twilight the whole time. Ripples of pleasure were spreading throughout Twilight’s body, like a pond being thrown into a lake. Her legs started to writhe as her body shuddered under the onslaught.

“Nggh… Yess…yess, my tits… Suck my tits!” Twilight moaned writhing in pleasure.

Sunset chuckled. “Heh, never thought men ever knew how to properly serve a tit. You have to have one to serve one.” Sunset returned to servicing Twilight’s breasts, she was hungry. Ravenous even. Moving faster and Twilight was ready for all of it.

“Yes, yes! Fuck! Why didn’t we do this sooner?” Twilight gasped, wrapping her long legs around Sunset’s waist, feeling Sunset’s rippling muscle across her thighs, her high heels interlocking behind Sunset’s back. “All this time fighting when we could have been fucking?”

“I don’t know. But it was hot, pissing you off. You were cute.” Sunset said with a grin. “And hating you made me horny.”

“Bitch.” Twilight grumbled, but then she threw back her head in a moan as her body reacted to her anger with another burst of lust throughout her entire body. Damn, being angry made her horny.

“Seems like we have that in common.” Sunset purred, backing up and diving between Twilight’s legs. Sunset gave a large sniff, and though Twilight couldn’t see her over her newly enormous tits, Twilight knew that Sunset was drooling. Especially when a single drop of Sunset’s drool dripped onto Twilight’s thigh. The drop of liquid like ice on the flames of Twilight’s inflamed skin.

“Don’t we all?” Twilight admitted with a chuckle, before her entire body buckled with the touch of Sunset’s tongue. “OH FUCK!”

It wasn’t fair, Sunset was so sexy, so amazing, such a good fuck. She was beyond sexy, it just wasn’t fair. Why was her tongue so good?! Twilight’s tits were bouncing out of control as she let out loud moans of pleasure. Sunset’s hungry tongue was licking up Twilight’s nectar like it was the last water on earth, there seemed to be no end to her thirst.

“Fuck, this is amazing! Even tastier straight from the source!” Sunset purred, her latex gloves pushing Twilight’s legs aside wider as she dove her tongue deeper into Twilight’s cunt. It was as if fate had bound their bodies together and their every instinct had been tied on how to pleasure each other perfectly.

Twilight’s high heels interlocked around Sunset’s neck, her skyscraper high legs allowing her to interlock her stilettos around Sunset’s head with ease. Twilight had cummed, but she didn’t know how much. Her mind was a mess, and she could no longer distinguish between sensations.

She came, one particularly large orgasm and she squirted. Her cum squirting out of her cunt like a hosepipe. Sunset pulled her head back and fell back on her knees, mouth agape like a puppy as she let the cum pour into her gaping mouth, not wasting a single drop.

“Delicious.” Sunset said, wiping her mouth with the back of her latex glove. “So much tastier when it’s pure. Untainted by Flash’s cock.”

Twilight grumbled, but at the same time she simply couldn’t stay too mad and a laugh soon escaped her lips. “You’re such a tease. Is that why you turned the sky pink? Wanted to get to my cunt?”

Sunset raised an eyebrow. “Are we roleplaying now?”

Twilight’s eyes widened. “You’re still going to deny it?” But Twilight wasn’t sure that Sunset was lying any more? There was no seduction in Sunset’s voice. Only a simple, pure confusion. No seduction, no teasing mockery. “Huh? You really have no idea. You didn’t turn the sky pink?”

“Turn the sky pink? It’s always been pink, Twilight. You’re supposed to be smart, that’s part of the appeal. Having a brain as big as your tits.” Sunset said, digging a single index finger into Twilight’s cunt. Her insanely long fingernails pressing directly into her G-spot.

Twilight was more focused on Sunset’s puzzled face though, and the dawning realisation that Sunset really had nothing to do with it. Sunset then smirked. “Unless… you’re not referring to those old myths are you? Like those goddesses from those old myths who created the sky? Hippodite and Marethena? Is that what you’re doing? Calling me a goddess?”

She leaned forward until her hot breath was felt across Twilight’s cheek. “Or perhaps just yours?”

She kissed Twilight again, and once again, Twilight felt herself melting into a puddle of lust and hormones. But still, Twilight found the strength to push Sunset away, if only to ask the questions burning in her mind.

“But-but the laptop? And my research? Why did you steal it if not to sabotage my efforts?” Twilight gasped, fighting every urge she had to submit to Sunset’s touch. Celestia, it felt so good to be pinned under Sunset, her bacon-haired goddess’ firm muscles keeping Twilight at her mercy. She hated Sunset, but she loved her, she was Sunset’s rival, lover and toy. Three separate emotions, each feeding each other and helping them grow.

“I think I made it clear that I did that to piss. You. Off.” Sunset purred, a hand pressing against Twilight’s stomach, her touch was as soft as a feather, her grip was as strong as steel. And Twilight was at her mercy. “Because it was the only way to get your attention. And damn if I don’t love your attention.”

Twilight couldn’t deny that, and though she was angry, she couldn’t help but find it a bit hot. But that was because of her damned bimbo biology, if Sunset had been responsible, then it would have all been a scheme to get her in bed. It would explain so much! So, why was Twilight’s head hurting trying to make sense of it all?

“But why are you so fucking hot though?!” Twilight blurted out. It was the single, simplest bit of proof that she could not let go. “Why are you so much hotter than everyone else? Why is every cell of your body so fucking perfect when you’re so damned evil? Why did you get so rich and so much hotter than everyone else?”

“OH FUCK!” Sunset cummed on the spot, but her grip didn’t slacken. “Tell me more! Tell me everything you love about my body!”

Twilight fummed, eyes narrowing. Her brain wasn’t processing what was happening or the implications, but she needed to answer. “You’re legs, they’re so tall and firm and muscular. You’re thighs as well, you could crush a skull with them.”

“Mmmm, whose to say I haven’t, Sparkle?” Sunset purred, one hand groping her masssive tits as her eyes blazed with wild lust.

“You’re hips are so perfectly shaped, massive and wide. Your body is the perfect hourglass shape. And your ass is both huge, bubble and firm and an impossible combination of perfection. I just want you to bury my face in it!”

Sunset bolted to her feet, turning on her heel and twerking her colossal ass to Twilight. Her tanned skin making Twilight drool as she slapped it with her hand. “This ass, sugar? Better than porn stars I think. Maybe even better than your porn star friend, could run her out of business if I did porn. Especially with my other advantages, hmm? What are those again?”

“Your muscles, they’re so powerful and firm. You’re powerful Sunset, but not at all mannish. Fuck your tits are gigantic, bigger than mine and so mouthwatering perfect.” Twilight gasped, her words escaping her lips without her consent.

Sunset moaned, throwing her head back as if every single one of Twilight’s words were her tongue across Sunset’s pussy. “OH fucckk! I’ve waited so long! Tell me more!”

Sunset’s eyes were pleading, desperate. Beneath the dominatrix exterior there was a cute insecurity to her, a woman who craved Twilight’s approval and worried that she didn’t have it. It was adorable, and infuriating, and so arousing.

“You’re hair, it’s so bright and vibrant! So beautiful! Your makeup, sparkling like the stars in the night sky!” Every word out of Twilight was one of desperate passion and erotic worship. Sunset was both her devil and her goddess, and she loved every moment of it. “And you’re eyes. They’re wild with divine perfection, sinful domination and such wild, wild intensity. I love them!”

“OH FUCK YESS!” Sunset threw her hair back, her massive orange hair whipping through the air as an orgasm rocked her whole body. “I FUCKING LOVE YOU SO MUCH!”

Love? It was strange? Who could say what love even was in this fucked up Pink World? But the comment ignited something else in Twilight’s heart. Something she didn’t want to give up, something she loved.

“And, you know what I love about you most?”

Sunset gave a girly giggle of delight. “Oh, what is it my Titty Twilight?”

Twilight gripped Sunset’s biceps and used her strength to flip Sunset over so that Twilight was now on top. Sunset, taken by surprise and weak from her recent orgasm. “That I can make you cum without even touching you.”

Twilight’s smirk was evil and wicked, and Sunset’s eyes widened in panic and shock. “That’s… that’s… you bitch!”

“Ah, ah, ah.” Twilight tutted playfully, one of her purple painted nails to Sunset’s lips. “Your turn now. It's your turn to tell me what you love about me. And don’t hold anything back. Tell me why you have a shrine of me in your room and goon to porn of me every day.”

Sunset’s eyes narrowed in fury, then they broke off in surrender. “You’re cute, you’re sexy, and you make me want to splooge the more I look at you. Every part of you fills me with pure lust. You drive me mad.”

Twilight grinned, she let out a giggle that was more than just triumph but girlish, giddy delight. “Tell me more, it’s your turn now. I want to know it all.”

“You’re body, you’re tits, your ass. It’s not as big as mine, but it’s cute, and you're still so sexy. Esepcially with how you try and fit it all into your student getup. I could drool over your tits forever.” Sunset chuckled, blushing and smiling like a dog.

Twilight moaned, she too felt a shot of pleasure ripple through her body at Sunset’s words as if she was being touched. “I do try and remain respectable.”

“And you’re intellect. I love smart girls, so much brainpower, so much genius. It could be put to so much use, but instead you put it all to me, to serving me, to fucking me, to loving me. A genius slut who spends all that brainpower thinking of all the ways to fuck and love. Such a better use than useless science and human progress.” Sunset started, flicking Twilight’s forehead.

“Aw, so it’s not just my looks.” Twilight teased, shaking her huge tits. These new tits were amazing. Huge, gigantic, sensitive and yet she seemed to adapt to these changes as if they were nothing, her life was amazing. It seemed so strange that there was a previous life, any life where being complimented for her tits and ass would have made her uncomfortable. But still, it felt good to be complimented for her brain as well.

“And this ass. Amazing.” Sunset said, slapping a hand into Twilight’s asscheeks with her sharp nails and making Twilight moan as she gripped huge chunks of assflesh in her hands. “I could lose myself in it for hours.”

“Maybe you should.”

“And you’re so cute when you’re flustered, and angry. It just makes me want you more. You were so hard to get all these years, but now that you’re mine, I’m never going to let you go.” Sunset purred, her eyes smoking with lust and possession. Twilight cummed on the spot. “Seems I can make you cum without touching you too.”

“Not true.” Twilight pouted defensively. “You’re groping my ass right now.”

“Bet I can though.”

“Maybe…” Twilight admitted before standing up and turning a 180 degrees. “But I think you said something about losing yourself in this ass for hours.”

“Gladly.” Sunset said, eating Twilight’s cunt. And so, they continued like that for hours,

And hours,

And hours,

Present

“And that’s how we ended up here.” Twilight admitted to Rarity whilst rubbing the back of her hair sheepishly.

Rarity was smiling at Twilight with an expression that Twilight hadn’t quite seen of her since the sky turned pink. The friendly, teasing smile that she had whenever her friends had achieved something to be proud of. Like when Sweetie Belle had achieved full marks on her test or Rainbow Dash had become a Wonderbolt.

“It’s about time you two figured this out. I’ve been waiting for this day for a long time. You two have been gooning to each other for a long time. No matter how much you’ve tried to deny it.” Rarity said, smiling so widely it threatened to spilt her face in half.

“I wouldn’t say gooning. If anybody was gooning, it was Miss Pantysniffer over here.” Twilight grumbled, jabbing a thumb towards Sunset.

Sunset let out a boisterous laugh and slapped Twilight on her back, causing her bimbo breasts to start to jiggle. “HA! Guilty as charged.”

Why was it all so flattering? Why wasn’t Twilight angrier? She was angry, Sunset was obnoxious, but the worst part was how it made her heart skip a beat and how she felt herself blush. “Why do you have to be so you?”

“Can only be myself.”

“Well I’m happy you two found each other. Perhaps now that you have each other you won’t be stealing my Spikey anymore, hmm?” Rarity said winking.

“Well, I’ll still want his cock. There are simply some things a cock can’t do.” Twilight gave Sunset a smouldering look. “Not much though.”

Sunset however was more intrigued at what Rarity mentioned. “I’m impressed Twilight. Stealing Spike? That takes balls I didn’t know you had.”

“I wouldn’t say stealing exactly.” Twilight mumbled, sticking out her bottom lip. “Simply, I was studying and needed him to help study.”

“For three days straight.” Rarity snapped bitterly. “Leaving the rest of us without some solid Spike dick. Truly Twilight, how can you be so selfish? Taking advantage of my generosity to play around with my toys.”

“I’ve told you already that I’m sorry.” Twilight said, but she was distracted by Sunset’s eyes gazing at Twilight curiously.

“Three days?” She asked, cocking her head.

“Yes, three days! Do you have any idea how frustrating it was? That I haven’t gotten my regular dicking? What’s the point of having a toy if you can’t use it?” Rarity raged, pushing a hand through her magnificent mane.

“But, that’s a little strange. You didn’t have a problem when I stole Fluttershy away for three days.” Sunset pointed out. “And when Rainbow Dash became a Wonderbolt, you didn’t mind that her team kept using her for a week straight.”

“Well…I… it’s completely different Sunset, darling.” Rarity spluttered, folding her arms and becoming more guarded.

Sunset’s smile was becoming ruthless now. “Is it? Isn’t she another of your toys? And what about Sweetie Belle? Or rather Sweetie Doll? You didn’t have any problem when she was taken as Twilight’s doll when Twilight needed to prepare for Celestia’s exams. She didn’t even need to ask.”

“I did that?” Twilight gasped, a hand covering her mouth as she remembered, all the memories flooding back to her of her using Sweetie Doll as a fucktoy to help concentrate.

“Well, we have an understanding. She knows I’m happy to share my toys with my friends whenever they get horny.” Rarity snapped.

“But not Spike?” Sunset asked, hands on her hips, head held high and with a smirk of unmitigated delight.

Rarity had her nails digging into the palm of her hand. “Are you implying something Sunset?”

Sunset leaned forwards, her grin widening like that of a shark’s. “You like him.”

Rarity’s fingernails snapped against her palm, and she shot back, as if receiving an electric shock. “Well, of course I like him. He’s a friend and an excellent toy but it’s not as if I-”

“Be careful Rarity. You don’t want to end up like Sunset here.” Twilight teased, slapping a hand against Sunset’s chest and snuggling her. “Soon, you’ll be stealing his laptops and gooning to porn of him.”

“Pftt… might I remind you that I own a VERY successful porn studio and employ Spike there.” Rarity insisted, hands on her hips. “And it would be most improper for me NOT to goon over him.”

“But that’s just the start. If you don’t tell him the truth soon, you’ll find yourself stealing his underwear and stealing the girls he fucks so you can pathetically taste whatever sloppy seconds you can get off him.” Twilight said grinning.

“HEY!”

“Never said it was a problem my Sunny Bunny.” Twilight said, fluttering her eyelashes.

“Sunny Bunny?” Sunset teased, an eyebrow rising with a smile. “We’re doing nicknames now my Titty Twilight.”

“Workshopping it. Not as perverted as I would like.” Twilight flirted back, rubbing two fingers down Sunset’s pussy and making her moan.

“Well.” Rarity snapped, bringing their attention back to her as she straightened her spine. “It seems I have some business to take care of. As do you two. I shall get back to it.”

She marched out of the room, but her grace, dominance, and elegance were clearly artificial. “Did you see how badly she was dripping?” Sunset laughed.

“Almost as badly as I am.” Twilight admitted, cupping Sunset’s cheek.

“Did teasing her about her crush make you wet then?” Sunset asked with a wicked grin.

“No, you did.”

“Never thought you’d admit that.”

“Neither did I.”

They kissed again.