Polishing The Jewel

>Ever since Sunset had started messing with your head, the days turned into even more of a hazy dream.
>What should have been classes left your mind occupied with professionally focused thinking.
>Laser focused on tits, erogenous zones, mastering brinksmanship... All sorts of techniques she'd fetched from the internet for you.
>You had dived in and found that, despite the nature of your “magic problem,” you were curiously able to recall all of that stuff.  Only on command, though, or when you suddenly needed it.
>The worst part was, she wouldn't even let you near the girls.  She kept getting videos from you yanking it at night, and you really couldn't say no when she gave the order.  Any order.
>Today was apparently different though.
>It was a weekend, which of course, meant no school.  Sunset had talked to your parents about an invitation over for a “study day,” as the whole detention thing had been found out...  The thing that had also been discussed was how Sunset was your oh-so-professional study buddy, straight from the Principal, making sure you were getting proper discipline.
>So, heading to her place wasn't that big a deal.  She greeted you sweetly when you arrived, and she'd called the folks up to actually say that you had shown up.
>With that phonecall, the stage was set, and a knowing smile lit up her face. She leaned her weight on one leg, hands at her hips, one brow lowered in that smug smirk.  Her eyes peered at you up and down.
>she looked almost... Plain.  She was wearing a red bandana like a tube top, stamped with a stylized sun, that showed off some cleavage and plenty of everything else.  You could see almost straight down it from your himbofied height; she was braless.  She had sweatpants and slippers, but your mind nearly drowned in that cleavage.
>She covered it up with a hand, letting you get your senses back.  “You're going to have to tone down watching those movies of me, big guy.” she smirked.
“But, you said-”
>”I almost forgot what you looked like with clothes.” she joked, cutting you off.  She gestured upstairs, while you peered about.  You followed behind her, the sweatpants doing nothing to conceal the admirable curve of that bubble butt she sported.
>The earthy toned place was normal looking at first glance, but the upstairs was... organized in an alien manner, to put it bluntly.  Past some hippie curtains in the doorway, the room beyond was particularly spacious.  A large round window facing the yard, another facing the street.  The bed was in the center of the room, with an elegant hardwood desk beneath the yard facing window.  Several cabinets and shelves were placed at either side of that desk, filled with books, computer materials, notebook scribbles, figurines...
>The other window was surrounded by corkboards with notecards, written in a fancy, tight hand that showed an obvious pride for the form of the words, not just scribbling down what they were.
>The door opposite the entrance led to a pristine white bathroom, looking obviously immaculate even from where you were.  There was plenty of space around that bed, thick, ruddy rug leaving footprints by how deep one could sink into it.
>”Welcome to my humble abode.” She sighed, spider to the fly.  “It's not much, but, it sure beats having to do what we're going to in the school.” she said.
>What we were going to? She didn't mean what your head was suddenly flooding with... Right? The one thing that had been going through your mind the past week was to not touch her.  Fantasize, but no touch.  Even the other girls.  If she succumbed to whatever was going on, just about everyone would be SOL...
>She saw your reaction.  It made her smile.  Sunset patted your ass as you entered, gesturing you over to her bed.  “Sorry for the wait, for this.” She said.  “It's for a good reason though.”
>She let you sit down while you looked around, taking in a gentle, sweet scent of some kind.  It was from one of those atomizers, but you couldn't place the smell... Regardless, it put you at ease.
“Like what?” you asked her.
>”Well.” she said, crossing her arms. “What happens when the affected are depraved of spreading or reinforcing the magic.” she said.  She drew the curtains on the yard facing window, slowly strolling around the bed.  “How do you feel?” she asked.
“Uh... Tired.  Really sleepy.” you reply.
>She nodded an “Mm-hmm.  Anything else physical?”
“A little tingly.” you reply, watching the curve of her bare, golden back.
>She seems to like the attention, lifting her brows twice in quick succession at you while you watch her. “You can check that off as something I slipped into the files I sent you.”
“Oh goddamnit.  I've been tingling like that for a week now!”
>Sunset giggled, and drew the curtains facing the street. “And it wouldn't have been a problem if you hadn't watched the movies.”
“What do you mean? You were the one that-”
>”I never made you do anything past that first one.  Everything else was all you.” she grinned.  “I just made sure you had a lot of fun with what you chose to do.”
“But, you just said this was part of the experiment!”
>Sunset shrugged. “I could have just gotten the info from the girls.” she replied.  Then, completely on purpose, she gave a long, back arching stretch, right in front of you.  She added a little push to her tippy-toes, adding a mind fuzzing jiggle.  She let out the sweetest, most adorable little squeaky sigh.  You were frozen in place, the thought of running your hands over her smooth angled body turning to a downright craving.  You were only able to stare, and judging from that look on her face, she knew it.
>“I'm glad you were the one to actually commit to the whole chastity for a week thing, though.  That makes this a lot more fun.”  She leaned in, narrowing her eyes.  Your body leaned back, keeping a good few inches between her at all times... No matter where she moved or how, your body reacted to play keep away.
“Nobody else did?”
>Sunset shook her head. “Twilight was sending me snapchat photo's she had the guys take while she was draining their dicks.” she admitted.  “In your case though, having someone so susceptible to the orders is... Cute as hell.” She whispered to you.  “But when it makes you a little... Lets call it, dumb? That's less cute.” she leaned back, and you were able to regain some comfort.  “Maybe if I cure this, I'll keep the suggestions in there.” she grinned.
“Whoa, whoa- that's not fair! Do you really think I'd be able to keep this body anyway? And-”
>She laughed. “I'm kidding, I'm kidding. I know all that.  Guess the 'evil mistress' thing isn't what you really like?” she asked, pointing at your crotch.
>Wait.  What? She was just trying to?
>Oh.  Right.  She couldn't touch you, and you couldn't touch her.  This was getting difficult, and confusing already. How was she going to do whatever she had intended, without touching you?  You had an assistant in Twilight last time, but now, it was just the two of you.
>”You stay right there, okay?” She said.
>You grumble to yourself. It wasn't like you had much of a choice.
>She crouched down by her bed, sneaking out a couple of shoeboxes... And shuffling away a few magazines with naked men on the covers back into the dark beneath it.
>Within, she had quite a few things.  Toys of various flowery color, types of clothing quite unbecoming of her public character (neatly folded), small bottles of different types of clear fluid.  She removed one arm length glove, pulling it onto her left hand and giving a few testing clutches.  She then removed a small plastic bottle.
>She exposed and wagged the bottle, showing off the venus and mars symbols interlocking on it.
>”Lose the pants, big guy.”  She peered over you. “You know what? Lose everything.”
>With a snap of her fingers, you quickly found your body puppeteering itself to her whims.  The moment you were fully nude and standing, she gave a lip licking once-over.  She peered at the bottle. “Better idea.”  She said.  She crouched back down, nabbing a bottle of generic baby oil.
“What exactly are you going to-”
>The gloved hand came up, dumping a palmful of oil into her other one.  The cold liquid slapping your stomach made you cringe for a moment, and with an order she gave you, your hands were clutched at the small of your back.
>She started to oil you up like some kind of beach professional, with the bare hand, easily prompting a protest.
“Isn't that dangerous? With the-”
>She shook her head.  “Not in the least.” she said.  An evil, narrow-eyed glint in her gaze only grew sharper as she ran her bare fingers all over your figure.  It wasn't long before most of you was glistening and smothered in oil, before she got started on that hanging slab of meat between your legs.
“Are you sure?”
>”You're worried about it?”
“Well, duh, it's-”
>”Those samples you gave me back at school didn't have any kind of sickness, if that's what you're thinking.”  She clutched your tip like a hanging apple, the thing filling up her greased palm.  With a squeeze, everything on you tightened, and part of you started to fatten up.
“Then what the heck is going on?”
>”I'm warming you up, ditz.” she replied. Within a few seconds, every inch of you was oiled up except your nuts.  You were quickly growing, and another minute or so of slow meat-kneading had your normally drooping weight standing at throbbing attention.
>She must've been infected somehow.  You tried to protest again, watching your knob vanish into her glossy, perfectly manicured fingers.  She poured another helping of oil out on your dick straight from the bottle, like spritzing a condiment on a hot dog.  The gloved hand hooked down as she crouched, and the feel of satin started to knead your aching nuts.
>Whatever thoughts you had were vanishing with the kneading, stroking, gripping, slippery hand.  She started to “juice” your head, noises of wet friction accompanying the vicegrip.  You let out a heavy grunt, watching her work you over.  She couldn't even fit her fingers fully around you, but with her long stroking, twisting, tugging technique focused upon that head, she didn't even need that.
>Sunset was crouched in the front row, as it were, inches away from the dripping dick.  “It's not a virus... It's magic.” she said.  She paused to look up at you.  “I had an idea after checking the samples.  Found out they were clean, after playing with one a bit...”
>Yep.  She was infected.
“That was-nng! NOT the smartest thing to-hrrf!”
>Squelch squelch.  “What better way to study the effects than to get affected by them?” She asked.  She flicked the underside of your head, making your dick bounce in front of her face.  A mean little giggle escaped. “Thing is, nothing happened.”
>Squelch.  “You know how frustrating that is?” she asked, big blue eyes razor sharp.  “I'm still trying to figure out what KIND of magic it is, because as magic, it doesn't really make sense.” She said. “What it DOES, do, though, is it lets me...”
>Squelch squelch.  Her speed picked up, hand gliding tip to nuts in a flurry of quick, sloppy sounding strokes.  She pulled back and acted as if her palm was nourishing itself on your fat tip.  The small, gold bitch was having way too much fun.
>Thing was, so were you.
>Here you were, her big slab of dumb fuckmeat, depending on this little thing for answers.  And she was using your pole like a plaything, making your legs shake, without even adding any mouth to the deal.
>The urge to find answers was quickly flying away... Again, to the whims of your cock.
“Sunset, please, we have to-”
>She made a “claw” with her fingers, dragging her fingernails up your stiffy in a genial, if sharp feeling grip. Her nails caught at the crown, and soon that tip was again engulfed in her squeezing, juicing hand.  She squeezed out a thick bead of pre, allowing it to slide down her arm.
>Sunset, by that point, had a crack in her defenses.  It was only for a second or two, but it was there.  A dreamy stare at your dick, with an open mouth grin, and a slurp at the corner of her mouth.
“F-feels different on the other side of the movie, huh?”
>Flick.  Twitch.  “Time for the cooldown.” she said.  The lubed up hand left, while the satin covered one kept your churning nuts hefted.  A pair of fingers snuck up to press your taint like a button, while she kept your nuts nicely gripped so even the slightest movement kept your balls juggled.
>She watched as the meaty, glistening throbber danced in front of her slow, masterful moves.  She just acted like she was sizing up the particulars of a television show, tilting her head to get different angles on you.  It took a while, but eventually, you started to droop.  Just as she took her tip into that dangerous grip again, her phone beeped nearby.
>Sunset stopped.
>She actually stopped!
>GODDAM-
>”That's our assistant I bet!” she declared.  She quickly stood up and used that dry satin glove to flick through screens.  Damnit, she kept the glove dry for her phone!
>Wait.  Assistant?
“You got Twi to come? You trust her to find your house alone?”
>”Psh. You found it.  Besides, that's not who I brought over.” she said.  She made a circle motion with a gloved forefinger, and mouthed the words “turn around.”
>She leaned in next to you, careful not to touch you with her body.  Her hand, however, did come down, the lubed up digits getting a good, firm grip and giving a stroke.  “Don't move.” she said, her hand letting you free and giving a snap.
>You found yourself statuesque, standing there with a throbbing hard-on, covered in oil, as you heard someone approaching up the stairs.  “Don't talk.” Snap.
>Fuck.  You.  Hard.
>Low, happy humming could be heard while she approached.  A single delicate hand brushed aside the hippie curtains.  “Darlings!” She exclaimed, entering with flair before looking.
>”Ta-dah!” Sunset crooned, standing and giving an open armed presentation of your nude, oiled, hard figure.
>The next thing you got was wide eyed, sapphire stare over pale cheeks, and then, a face full of purse.
–
>Rarity was wearing something unusually simple for her normal school attire.  A choker helped to hold up what looked like a one-piece swimsuit.  Pleasantly plump tits were covered by the thin silk, windows in the cloth revealing her sides and waist. It hooked between her legs and vanished into a short skirt, which had been a perfect match to the rest of the sky blue and pearl outfit.
>Legs and hips that could stop traffic poured into Knee-high platform heels, trios of large, diamond shaped sequins on the outer ankles.  Her hair was noticeably shorter than you could recall from seeing her pass by in the hall, and would've been shoulder length at best, if she hadn't had it curled up tightly to droop along one side of her blushing face. She still had on her white half-jacket, and was still looking at you from her seat on the bed while she fanned herself with a hand.
>”I am so, so sorry darling.” She said.  “It's just, that isn't what I expected on entering the room.  This was supposed to be scientific!”
>Sunset was giggling, her shoulders lifting to match the small fits.  The mark you were pretty sure your face had wasn't funny, and you were still glistening and naked, but that didn't stop either of them.
>You didn't have any coherent complaints.  Mostly, because whatever you could say about your current predicament was probably running through their heads too, and Sunset was laughing at it.  That and your dick had gotten quite proficient in draining blood from your brain to fuel itself.
>”Okay, okay,” Sunset admitted. “I'm sorry too.  But that was just...” she snickered.  “I REALLY expected you to be a bit more composed.”
>”How could I be?” Rarity said, her thousand yard stare still focused upon you.  “I've only read books with bodies like thaaaa I mean,” she said, starting to salvage her dignity. “Seen those covers on trashy novels in...” she trailed off into jibberish.
>”Mm-hmm.” Sunset smiled. “So.  Hows the study been going?” Sunset asked her.
>”What?” Rarity asked, distracted.
>”The movies I sent?”
>”Oh! Yes, of course.”  She shrank a bit, and rolled her eyes to the ceiling casually. “Fine enough, I suppose.”
>”Like I asked you?” Sunset asked.
>”Yes, why do you-”
>”You hear that anon? She's been flicking her bean to you at least once a day.”
>Rarity managed to slap Sunset with one of the hosts pillows.  Sunset just laughed.  Rarity huffed and crossed her arms, as the feathers started to settle.
>”Okay, I'm REALLY sorry this time. But it IS part of this whole-” she moved her hands over one another a few times. “Bimbo, study, thing going on. If I'm right, then...” Sunset pointed to you. “Have you noticed anything different about your, ah, abilities?” she asked you.
>You couldn't think of anything directly.  You told her as much after several seconds of oily, nude thinking under the gaze of the two girls.  You looked down at your rod, and noticing a natural drip from it, it did spark one thought.
“Well, you've seen the cumshots I think, right?  That's even bigger than what they were, even after the... enhancements.”
>Sunset leaned into Rarity with her evil little smirk.  Rarity had turned her eyes back onto you, self-conscious about staring at the fat blob of pre that had just fell... and had been so thick it had hung from the tip for several seconds before tumbling into the rug.  It was thick enough to puddle.  “So,” Sunset started.  “When you... You know.”
>”Yes?” Rarity replied, swallowing hard and looking away.  She crossed her legs, acting angered.
>”What were you thinking about?” Sunset purred.  She looked back at you from behind Rarity's shoulder, lifting her brows a couple of times at you. “I think I have an idea...”
>The words caught in Rarity's throat, making her grunt. She managed to filter them.  “Well, I...” she mumbled something.
>”What was that? I couldn't hear it.”
>”I was... Thinking about-” Mumble.  Mumble mumble.
>Sunset gave an unimpressed look toward her, then began to move.  In a few seconds, she was on her knees behind you, one arm hooked between your legs from behind, rolling your nuts along the tips of her fingers.  The other, bare and oiled, came around to submit you to that cruel, blue-balling stroke.
>Around and around her palm and fingers went, kneading your oily knob with those strange sensations.  Feathery in one way when she drew circles around your cumslit with her fingertip.  Cruel in the other, a grip hard enough to milk an apple.  She swapped between the two techniques, and even combined them, swabbing your glistening dickhead down right there in front of the fashionista.
>Rarity had watched her, at first, then had locked eyes on you.  Blushing cheeks let out a cool sigh, hands going to the knees of her crossed legs.  She watched.
>”Look at it, Rarity. Right here.” Sunset said.  A few good knob polishings, she squeezed out another wad of pre.
>Rarity's pupils visibly widened, her stiff, defensive stance slacking a bit.
>”Tell us what you were thinking about when you came while watching this thing, Rarity.”
>A smile crept up upon Rarity's face as she kept watching.  Sunset kept her technique repetitive, Rarity's focus dead center on your magically altered claim to fame.
>”You can tell us.  I already know, and you'll get a chance to experience it.” Sunset smiled.  Stroke, squish.  “Tell us, Rarity.  Tell the pretty cock what you want out of it.”
>”Oh, darling, I would love for you to make me glitter white, like a diamond.” Rarity dreamily murmured.
>”Really?” Sunset asked.  “That sounds to me like you want to get all that pretty make-up prep wrecked by this things sticky, sloppy load.” she said, giving that knob the one-two-three, and letting it drip for Rarity.  You grunt, holding back as best you can.  It certainly wasn't easy, but you expected something Sunset did to you was helping out somehow...
>”Oh yes.” Rarity said, distant, but focused. “So much spraying everywhere.”  Seemingly lost in the fantasy, Rarity's eyelids fluttered as she watched, trembling where she sat.  Her voice breathy and passionate, very suddenly, you could have seen the images flashing in her eyes.  “I want to do whatever it takes to make that thing splatter me, with all that it can.  I want it to make me shimmer like a wet jewel from top to bottom...”
>It wouldn't be long... A few more strokes and she certainly would be-
>Snap!
>Rarity's eyes went wide as dinner plates, realization slowly dawning on her. Sunset hid your tip from her with her stroking palm.  Utterly taken off-guard, Rarity gasped, and gave a stomp of her platform heels as she buried her face in her hands, turning away.  She peered back out of her spread fingers a few seconds later, face as red as a beet, a sputtering, laughing smile on her face, before she hid in her hands once more.  She shook her head with a mask of fingers, and the noise you first assumed was crying, was actually an embarrassed, shy squeal.
>You felt Sunsets cheek on your hip, while she kept right on jostling your nuts.  The white at the corners of your vision started to fade, as Rarity visibly nipped her tongue between her teeth.  She stretched her arms out in front of herself as if grasping something. She inhaled sharply, composing herself, leaned back on a palm, and gave a limp wristed point at Sunset with the other hand.  “You.  Tell, nobody.”
>”C'mooooon.” Sunset said.
>”Nobody!” Rarity retorted.
>”Say it.”
>”What?” Rarity asked.
>”Say what you are.  You know.” She got into a play-growl voice.  “The nasty wording.”
>”What? Why?! You already know now!”
>You had to admit, you felt a bit like the fly on the wall to a girl's sleepover.  The difference was, you were the slab of meat in the debate.  It would've been downright cute, if you weren't butt naked, slippery, and had cobalt nuts between two babes.
>”Do it. C'mon! Nobody's gonna know, right big guy?”  Before you could answer, Sunset made a half-hearted attempt at throwing her voice.  “That's right! Your secret will be safe with us!” She said, waving your flesh around on the syllables as a “cock puppet.”
>Whelp.  This would be a story for the grandkids.
>Rarity rolled her eyes.  “Oh, fine!” she said.  She puffed her chest out, and huffed.  After several seconds:  “I, am a...  Cum slut?”  She said frankly.  “Is that the wording?” she whispered.
>Sunset looked up at you from below, her smile downright evil.  “Mmm-hmm.” She purred.  Stroke stroke.  The pad of her middle finger drew up from your cockbase, straight up to your tip.  She tapped the cumslit, petting it, and rubbing in the pre like the rest of the oil.  “You know he's been pent up for like a week, right?”
>”What?” Rarity asked.
“No thanks to this b-” you began.
>Sunset clutched TIGHT.
“HEEEYaaabe. Babe.” You grunted.
>”Good boy.” She said. A full body, spine-tingling pulse of pleasure shot through you at the wording.  Your nuts were free, and soothed with gentle pets.
>”Well, that simply won't do!” Rarity declared, and on her feet in a bounce, arms crossed.  “You can't just do that to him! Even if he is a pet.”
“Uh, wait, did you just call me a-”
>”Well, you're right about that.  But, it was in the name of science.” Sunset replied.
“I'm not sure I know where this is going, but I'm not a p-”
>”Science, nothing! This could be unhealthy for him for all you know.  What he needs is a gentle, sweet release.”
“Okay, I like where this is going, but-”
>”Oh yeah? And that's your department, I bet?”
“Girls, I-”
>”Well it certainly wasn't yours was it?” Rarity said.
>Sunset raspberried.  Before you could protest further, Rarity took one, long, admiring stare at your cock.  Then, she had taken up your hand, and tugged you closer to the bed.
>You weren't a pet...
>Wait, did you even mind?
>”You know,” Sunset chuckled. “You're still about to commit some science on each other.  I'm going to need to watch, to see if my theory is right.”
>”Very well.” Rarity cooed.  “But no backseat driving.”
>Sunset smacked your ass as you went by, Rarity showing a surprising amount of strength in her capacity to drag you around.  “Don't you worry, darling.” Rarity swooned.  “When I'm through with you, there won't be a drop left to worry about being pent up.”
>After some gentle prodding and a few of Sunset's hypnotic orders, you were on you back on her bed, legs over the edge.  Luckily, the tiny Rarity was now between your open thighs, needing a dual fisted grip around your base to hold up your fuckmeat in front of her.  Even with you laying down, it seemed like some sort of looming flesh tower, casting a wide shadow over her face.  She was nervous, but excited, to be playing with it.
>It was more like she was in awe, really... The look in Rarity's eyes was far from composed, though she managed to gather her thoughts for a few fleeting seconds here and there to sigh out compliments.
>Sunset had laid next to you, chin on her velvet gloved palm.  She leaned in to whisper at you, while Rarity let your flesh flop back to your belly.  “She's bimbofied too, you know.”  Sunset said.  “It doesn't look like it, yet, but when she found out about all this stuff going on, all she wanted to do was help.”
>Rarity gave a happy sigh as she ran her hands over herself.   Noticing your eyes wandering as you drank in that pale skin's visage, she put her hands behind her head, and gave a perfectly ivory smile.  She swayed like a cobra, every curve gliding to another one as she wriggled in place.  She puckered up silvery blue lips and blew a kiss, dropping to her knees once more and holding up your pole as she returned to the place between your legs.
>”Well I couldn't just let such a...” Rarity smiled, poking your stiffy to make it bounce.  “Terrible condition-” She smirked. “Take over. Not without some kind of  fight...”
>You couldn't move.  Sunset's himbo-control tricks had seen to that.  ”So I had to, as Sunset called it, 'Bimbo Out'.” Rarity added unusual enunciation to the last couple of words.
>”She hasn't changed much, has she?” Sunset asked.
>”What is that supposed to mean?” Rarity asked, quirking a brow.  “What kind of person quips at a woman's body once she's-”
>”I meant physically.” Sunset laughingly retorted.
“Yeah, that was definitely a compliment in your case.”
>”Oh!   … How?”
“You're fucking beautiful naturally.”
>”Oh.  Well thank you.  That's an upgrade from how crude “bimbo” is I suppose.”
>You weren't about to argue anything with her so close to your cock.  You'd heard things about  her temperament.
>”Well, her not changing is a bit of the experiment too.”
“What?” you and Rarity asked in unison.
>”Well, she's definitely effected.  The hypnotic trick wouldn't have worked if she wasn't.  But you-” Sunset pointed at you. “Got your nut shots turning into shotgun blasts.  Which is her thing.  Soooooo, we're gonna test something.  Physical, in-person interaction, which you two haven't had together.  I've got a hunch.  So, may as well get to it, Rarity!”
>The diva giggled.
>Warm.  Hot.  Slippery.  Familiar things, of course, but this was just so slightly different.  Your nuts were utterly engulfed, Rarity sucking on them like fat plums.  She tilted her head this way, and that, the dense, overpopulated testes puffing out her cheeks past her lips and occasionally rolling about along her tongue.
>You didn't know anything about a hunch, but you sure weren't going to protest the method!
>Rarity's eyelids fluttered and she moaned, her mouth utterly full, while her tongue started to juggle you between breaths.  Her nose rubbed right against your cockbase, her perfectly manicured nails forming a set of claws that raked at your oiled throbber.  She'd flatten her hand out and give a full, base to tip rub with her palm, resting a cheek on your thigh as she sucked every bit of oil off those shaven orbs.
>”Oh, I like that technique.” Sunset purred.
>Rarity just winked upward.
>The whole time, too, she never broke eye contact with you.  Even when she lifted your cock up, she always kept one eye looking past it, her lips trying to smile as she nursed your sac.  Every little stroke- and they were little, with the size difference- had her watching you, and seeming to love that eye contact as much as she did your balls.
>Rarity freed herself, opening her mouth wide, and drawing her tongue up your cumpipe.  With a smirking, puckered kiss to the base of your head, she tilted her head sideways and slid down.  Like slurping on corn on the cob, her tongue tip pressed right up to your dick, dead center on the underside as she went back to base.
>When she returned to the top, she paused, and searched for something.  She found it, too.  While you didn't know the technical term, that little bit of skin connecting your knob to the shaft found itself under a hot tongue-assault.
>Jabs, twiddles, pokes, flutters, kisses and sucks.  She attacked and brought you right to the edge, oh so quickly... The sweet flare of incoming release was going to be yours, you could feel it, after so long.  Just as quickly as it showed up, though, it lingered there, right at the precipice, and wandered away.
>Rarity hadn't even stopped.  As a matter of fact, she had intensified.  Your body had simply... Not seemed to have wanted it.  Then, the sensation returned.  Then, it left again.  Like a paddleball, it kept coming in hard, then bouncing away.  Drip after horny drip from your cumslit, Sunset helped with a pair of fingers, rubbing in your own natural oil into your dickhead and Rarity's puckered lips.
>”I taught her this, just so you know.” Sunset told you.  “Maybe if we figure this whole magic thing out, I'll get to show you my version...”
>Rarity was puckered up and smiling, Sunsets pre-soaked fingers slapping her pale blue rouge.  You were only able to lay there, helpless, gliding between the edge and all the way back again... That was only her tongue and lips on just one spot!  Pinned there for several minutes, you were a drooling, begging mess when Sunset used a snap of her fingers to shut you up.
>Curious, Rarity pulled away, lips glittering.  “What on Earth did you do that for? He was being wonderfully sweet.”
>Sunset shrugged, then leaned in, holding your head so her lips were close to your ear.  “Somebody likes you.” She huffed.  Another snap, and you were right back to begging and moaning...
>”Wonderful!” Rarity cheered, with a short laugh.  A few seconds later, and you'd watch your swollen, pulsating knob vanish into her glittering blue lips.
>Sweet, sweet blowjob.  Carry me to bliss!
>But, it was so gentle.  So careful.  So... Teasing.
>To the edge, and back again, her tongue kept right on playing with that bit she'd found.  Somehow, Rarity always, always, ALWAYS knew when your dick head could take a thorough suckling.  When the heat had gone from dangerous boil, to low simmer.
>She polished you for another minute or so.  Slurp, suck, lick. Her dickpillow lips caught on your crown gently each time, happily applying their sucking.  Sunset even helped Rarity work, using her velvet hand to keep your pole steady, or even to stroke... Whichever Rarity asked her to aid her techniques with.  Your tip went from an angry, nearly purple color, to being covered in smeared, shiny cyan.  It wasn't until she'd painted your entire knob with lipstick that she'd brought you right up to the edge, one more time... and popped free.
>Rarity's lithe, nude form stood up, then sat down next to you.  She rolled to her back, and smiled at you.  Nose to nose with you, eyes locked, the scent of subtle perfume lit up your nostrils.  “Won't you come on me, darling?”
>Sunset snapped her fingers, and your mental restraints were unlocked.  You rolled over Rarity, on all fours, the slender, chubby titted babe giving you the nicest, prettiest little smile. Biting her lip and looking over your frame, her hands went down between your legs.
>Rarity started to tease again, all over the lipstick coated head.  No shaft, no grip... just the playful rub of fingertips, one set keeping your dick from throbbing out of range of the other hand.  Back to that spot, her smile turned absolutely devious, and her breathing labored.
>You could feel that urge rising back up, the small circles drawn at the weak point bringing back the feeling.  You could feel your cock tightening, while she looked down at it.  “Come for me, darling.” she said, breathy.  “Ruin me.” She whispered.  Punctuating the words, she formed a two handed grip, slick and tight, and pumped your knob.
>It was like a bomb went off somewhere in your nuts.  You could feel the low hanging orbs nearly getting vacuumed back up into your body.  Powerful jets of sperm blasted out, every pump of Rarity's hand doing nothing to block or restrain them.  Fingers tightened seemingly at just the right moments, powerful tugs arriving on every shot that came.
>The first rope smacked, loudly, into wood of the bed's headboard. It splattered from the impact, the the long wad of goo that hadn't made it that far splashing along her forehead and nosebridge.  “Oh my!” Rarity gasped.  The second fired out at a slight upward angle.  The look of surprise and bliss on her face was a freeze frame in your head.  A billowing rope of creamy white, led by a glob as thick as your thumb, flew upward.  It fell a moment later, plowing into her forehead to add to the first bundle of sperm.  It smeared into her smooth complexion, and then made a nest of white in her perfect hair.  The entire second burst had left a long, glittering trail, starting at her belly button.  “Oh MY!” Rarity cried, delighted.
>Shot after shot, your tight, neglected dick let out all its fury to Rarity's hands.  You held on to the sheets for dear life, looking down to see more, and more, and more firing from your pole.  Her pumping never let up, even as she turned beneath you, letting you paint her from different angles.  Her shoulders, tits, neck, chin, stomach, arms... All of it had some kind of glisten.  She was tightening up herself, in spasms, trembling violently under you as you drenched her.
>Somewhere in the first few shots, she squealed, the lurching sperm inspiring her own body.  Holding your spraying dick steady with one hand, the other dove between her thighs.  Halfway into your orgasm, her own started, seemingly out of nowhere. The diva fingered and twitched as she was covered in cream, taking some perverse, lustful joy in getting turned into something resembling a glazed donut.
>Every bit of your cum clung to her, like glue.  Fat globules spread and stuck on impact, leaving tall, thick trails that glimmered.  Not a shot was watery- it felt like you were firing off some kind of thin peanut butter, your body somehow finding the strength to both do so, and enjoy it.
>Rarity arched her back as your orgasm tapered off, your exploding cock calming to a furious, dripping throb.  “Oh my goodness,” She gasped, seeming to come down off the same orgasmic high.  “I...” She shook her head, intoxicated, looking down over her own quivering body with an agape smile.  “Just... Ohmigawd...”
>Her hands started to wander over herself.  Her fingers regarded the sticky rivulets and slime puddles upon her with care and lust. She found their edges, and prodded them as if to absorb their texture while keeping them on her body.  She looked like her will collapsed in on itself, hands staring to roam... And smear, and toy, treating the goop like lotion.
>”Doing okay, darling?” Rarity asked you amid her relishing.
“I can't feel my legs.” You gasped.
>Rarity writhed beneath you.  She looked herself over, rolling to and fro in the sheets as her fingers drew long, slimy trails.  It wasn't long before she was just as shiny, and glittering, as your oiled up figure.  She looked up at you, warmly, brushing another gooey wad into her shoulder like flittering away a lace shoulder strap.
>“Your sperm is positively divine.” She said, posing while on her back.  “It's like liquid silk.”
>“Really?” Sunset laughed. “Trying to be poetic after ruining my sheets?”
>Rarity grumbled and narrow-eyed her. “It's called afterglow, dear, it's supposed to be enjoyed...”
>”Yeah, but it's not the science part of what this whole exercise was for.”
>”Oh.  Oh you're right! I'm sorry, I got carried away.” Rarity replied.
“Thank god science decided to happen today.” You grunt.
>Sunset looked between your legs.  “Or just magic.  How do you feel, big guy?”
“She just managed to uncork an entire week of pent up stress, how do you think?”
>”Amazing then? Noted.” she smiled at Rarity.  “You?”
>Elaborate, long winded, several syllable words were announced, to which Sunset just patted down.  “Amazing, then?” she asked.
>”Most certainly, darling.  I've never actually...” She cleared her throat.  “Just to a pearl necklace before.  Please keep that a secret, won't you?”
>”Sure thing.” Sunset laughed. “Well, the study time is almost up.  You should get showered and out of here before any curfews you have hit.”
>Oh, shit.  She was right.
“Do you, ah, have enough information? You know... For Science?”
>Both girls raised an eyebrow at you.  Then at each other, with a smile. Sunset waited a few long seconds. “No.  But that's what tomorrow's for.” she said.  “I have a feeling we're going to see something that'll need some study by then.  Luckily, we're all set up for that...”
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