Sisterly Fun

Rarity pushed Sweetie Belle away with a gasp, hands trembling against her sister’s shoulders. "Sweetie Belle! What in Equestria do you think you're doing?!"

Sweetie looked genuinely wounded, her lip trembling. "What do you mean, Rarity? Ever since my eighteenth birthday, you've wanted me to greet you like that... you said it made you feel loved..."

Rarity’s heart twisted with guilt. In this new world, this was normal. Sweetie wasn’t being indecent she was trying to show affection, love, devotion. And here Rarity was, making her feel rejected.

As she gazed into Sweetie Belle’s shimmering, hopeful eyes, Rarity felt the last fragile strands of her old reservations slipping away.

This was no mistake. This was no crime. This was the Root of Honesty revealing her truth.

Before her stood the beginning of the life she had secretly craved for so long a life where she could fully embrace her hidden desires. She was meant to be part of a hoard. Spike’s hoard. His most prized jewel. His Diamond.

A world where she would dominate those beneath her with the grace of a queen teasing, training, ruling over a harem of adoring lovers yet ultimately kneeling in devotion to the only one worthy of truly owning her: her dragon, her master.

Sweetie Belle was not an obstacle. She was the first gift, the first treasure to polish and perfect. And Rarity would savour every moment of shaping her into the perfect little gem. Smiling wickedly, Rarity leaned forward once more, her voice dripping with sinful promise.

“Let me show you,” she whispered. “Let me teach you everything.” Sweetie’s cheeks flushed pink. "Okay..."

Rarity guided her gently to the couch, sitting Sweetie down before kneeling between her legs. She leaned up, brushing kisses along Sweetie's inner thighs just above her shorts, feeling the younger girl shiver.

"First," Rarity whispered, "you have to learn how to tease…"

She demonstrated, her fingers lightly stroking Sweetie’s thighs, lips pressing soft, lingering kisses along sensitive spots. Sweetie gasped and squirmed, hands clutching the cushions.

Then Rarity trailed her fingers up, sliding under Sweetie’s top to caress her waist, her ribs, just under her breasts building the tension expertly.

"You can't give them everything at once," Rarity murmured. "You have to make them beg for it."

Sweetie nodded breathlessly.

Rarity pulled Sweetie’s top up, revealing those perfect, full breasts barely contained by a lacy bra. She kissed the tops gently, then, with a dramatic slowness, undid the clasp, freeing them.

Sweetie gasped as cool air kissed her sensitive skin — and then moaned as Rarity’s lips closed around one nipple, suckling gently, teasingly.

Sweetie’s hands tangled in Rarity’s purple curls, pulling her closer instinctively.

Rarity chuckled, releasing the swollen nub with a pop. "Good girl," she purred. "Let yourself enjoy it."

She alternated between Sweetie’s breasts, sucking, licking, swirling her tongue, leaving the younger mare a panting, needy mess.

When Sweetie was trembling, Rarity slid her hands lower, undoing the button of her shorts and slowly peeling them down, leaving her in damp, barely-there panties.

"Lesson two," Rarity whispered. "Never underestimate how sensitive the hips… and inner thighs… can be."

She kissed lower, nipping gently at Sweetie's hips, trailing her tongue closer and closer to her center.

Sweetie whimpered, lifting her hips involuntarily, **** for more.

Finally, Rarity pressed her lips against the damp cloth, inhaling Sweetie's sweet, musky scent, then flicked her tongue against the wet spot.

Sweetie cried out, her legs trembling.

Rarity pulled the panties aside, revealing her glistening folds, and kissed her properly slow, thorough, savouring every whimper.

Her tongue danced over Sweetie’s clit, gentle at first, then faster, circling and teasing until Sweetie was grinding against her face, sobbing her name.

And just when Sweetie was about to tip over the edge, Rarity pulled back, grinning wickedly.

"Lesson three," she said huskily, "control."

Sweetie whimpered pitifully.

Rarity stood, stripping off her own top and skirt, revealing her luscious, perfect body.

Sweetie stared in awe.

"Your turn," Rarity said, sitting back on the couch and spreading her legs invitingly.

Sweetie scrambled forward eagerly, kneeling between Rarity’s legs, hands trembling with excitement.

She mimicked Rarity’s techniques kissing thighs, teasing hips, letting her fingers roam carefully, lovingly. She kissed Rarity’s swollen breasts, swirling her tongue around the nipples just as she'd been shown, earning soft moans from her older sister.

Then she moved lower, pulling Rarity’s panties aside and tasting her properly.

Rarity gasped, threading her fingers through Sweetie’s hair.

"You’re a quick learner," she purred.

Sweetie moaned against her folds, encouraged, lapping eagerly.

When Rarity was trembling, panting, right on the edge, she pulled Sweetie up into her lap, kissing her deeply, tasting herself on her sister’s lips.

They ground against each other, breasts pressed together, thighs slippery with arousal, until neither could take it anymore.

Rarity guided Sweetie onto her back on the couch, sliding between her legs, lining herself up carefully.

"Relax, darling," she whispered.

She slid inside slowly one finger first, then two stretching Sweetie gently as she whispered encouragements.

Sweetie gasped, then moaned, clutching at Rarity desperately.

They moved together slowly at first, then faster, harder, hips slapping, bodies slick with sweat and pleasure.

The room filled with the wet sounds of their passion, the scent of arousal, the symphony of moans and gasps and whispered love.

Rarity angled her fingers just right, brushing Sweetie’s sweet spot, and the younger mare screamed her name, trembling violently as she came.

Rarity followed moments later, burying her face in Sweetie’s neck as her body shuddered with release.

They collapsed together, a tangle of limbs and hair and bliss.

For a long moment, they simply lay there, breathing hard, basking in the afterglow.

Finally, Rarity lifted her head, brushing a lock of hair from Sweetie’s flushed face.

A slow, wicked grin spread across Rarity’s lips.

"Sweetie Belle," she murmured teasingly, "would you like to do this every day?"

Sweetie giggled, her hands lazily squeezing Rarity’s hips. "Oh yes, of course," she whispered dreamily.

Rarity chuckled, her mind already racing ahead — imagining all the fun they could have, all the lessons she could teach, all the pleasures they had only just begun to explore.

This wasn’t the end.

This was just the beginning.