MLP EQUESTRIA GIRLS X RWBY: Locked Frequencies

The atmosphere in Sunset’s apartment was actually quite cozy. The aroma of brewing jasmine tea filled the air, and Sunset was currently struggling to keep a straight face.

​"So, let me get this straight," Sunset said, leaning against her kitchen counter while she watched Blake. "You can hear the frequency of my laptop fan, you can see in near-pitch darkness, but your biggest weakness is... a laser pointer?"

​Blake, who was currently perched atop Sunset’s refrigerator (finding the height "tactically superior"), felt her ears twitch beneath her bow. She tried to look stoic, but her amber eyes followed the rhythmic steam rising from the teapot with suspicious intensity.

​"It is a highly unpredictable, non-physical light entity, Sunset," Blake replied with a deadpan seriousness that only made it funnier. "And I don't always chase it. Only when it’s being particularly... taunting."

​Sunset laughed, a warm, genuine sound that made the "tether" between them pulse with a pleasant, honey-like heat. "I’ll keep that in mind. Just wait until you meet my friend Pinkie Pie. She has enough energy to power a small city; you’ll be chasing her for weeks."

​Blake hopped down from the fridge, landing with a silent, effortless grace that Sunset couldn't help but admire. As Blake walked closer to the counter, the air between them began to thicken, that familiar "tethering fever" shifting from a playful hum to a deeper, more resonant thrum.

​"You're very different from what I expected," Blake murmured, her playful tone softening as she stopped just a foot away from Sunset. "You seemed like the 'leader type.' Very serious, very focused. But there's... a warmth."

​Sunset felt a blush creep up her neck. "Well, I had to learn how to be warm. For a long time, I was the girl who tried to burn everything down because I didn't know how to ask for a seat at the table. I was so busy trying to be the best that I forgot how to be... human."

​Blake nodded, her gaze dropping to the floor for a moment. "I know that feeling. I spent years in a mask, thinking that my anger was the only thing that made me strong. We both took the long way around to find our real friends, didn't we?"

​The lightheartedness from a moment ago didn't disappear; it just matured into something more intimate. The "tether" seemed to react to their shared honesty, pulling them together until the space between them was electric.

​Blake reached out, her fingers brushing against Sunset’s leather jacket before sliding underneath to find the pulse at Sunset’s wrist. Then, she slowly moved Sunset’s hand, pressing the palm flat against her own chest.

​"We were both the 'villains' once," Blake whispered, her eyes searching Sunset’s. "But right now, my heart is beating for a completely different reason. Can you feel it?"

​Sunset’s breath slowed. Through the fabric of Blake’s vest, she felt the rapid, insistent thudding of Blake’s heart. It wasn't fear, it was the same high-voltage anticipation Sunset was feeling. The "tether" flared, sending a wave of golden heat through them.

​"I feel it," Sunset rasped, her heart syncing up with Blake’s in a matter of seconds.

​The magnetic pull was too strong to ignore any longer. Sunset leaned in, and Blake met her halfway. Their first kiss was a beautiful contradiction, soft and tentative at first, then growing deep and passionate as they realized that they didn't have to be "reformed" or "villains" in this moment. They just had to be themselves.

Blake’s breath was slow against Sunset’s lips, her amber eyes wide and clouded with a sudden, overwhelming heat. She pulled back just a fraction of an inch, her hands trembling as she moved them up to cup Sunset’s face, her thumbs tracing the line of Sunset’s jaw.

​"I’ve never... I've never felt a connection like this before," Blake whispered, her voice a low, melodic vibration. "It’s like my soul is trying to hum the same tune as yours. I can't explain it, Sunset, but I have to... I just have to kiss you again."

​Blake didn't wait for an answer. She surged forward, pressing her lithe, athletic body firmly against Sunset’s, the force of the movement backing Sunset up until her hips hit the edge of the kitchen counter. Sunset’s hand fumbled blindly behind her, setting her cup of tea down with a soft clink just before her fingers tangled in Blake’s dark hair to pull her closer.

​As their mouths met again, Blake’s tongue slipped between Sunset’s lips; agile, warm, and seeking. Sunset felt a jolt of electricity shoot down her spine, but a playful thought managed to break through the fog of desire.

​She pulled back just a millimeter, a wicked glint in her cyan eyes. "Wow," Sunset panted, a smirk tugging at her lips. "Thank goodness it’s not like a real cat’s tongue. I was worried I’d be losing a layer of skin there, Belladonna."

​Blake blinked, her ears beneath her bow twitching in surprise before she let out a soft, breathy laugh. "You're lucky. I save the sandpaper texture for people I don't like."

​"Is that so?" Sunset teased. She leaned in and gently stuck her tongue out, licking along the seam of Blake’s bottom lip, savoring the taste of jasmine and something uniquely Blake. "Well, in that case, I think I prefer the 'friend' treatment."

​Blake’s hands slid down from Sunset’s face to grip her shoulders, her nails digging slightly into the leather of Sunset’s jacket. "We are way past 'friends,' Sunset. I can feel your pulse through your skin. It’s like the tether is pulling us into a vacuum where only we exist."

​"Then let's not fight it," Sunset rasped, her voice dropping into a soulful, serious tone. She wrapped her arms firmly around Blake’s slender waist, pulling their lower bodies together until there wasn't even a whisper of air between them. "Let's just go wherever this "tether" takes us. I don't want to think about portals or worlds or villains tonight. I just want to feel this."

​"Me too," Blake breathed.

​The playfulness melted back into a raw, urgent passion. Sunset took charge, her hands sliding down to Blake’s hips as she led the way, their mouths never parting for more than a second to catch a breath. They stumbled away from the counter, a tangled mess of limbs and longing, until they reached the sturdy kitchen table.

​Sunset hoisted Blake up onto the smooth wood, the research papers and sketches of the portal scattering to the floor like autumn leaves.

Blake’s legs locked around Sunset’s waist like a vice, her thighs surprisingly strong and lean, pulling Sunset into the junction of her hips. The "tether" was no longer a hum; it was a physical roar, a heat that made the cool air of the apartment feel like a furnace.

​As they mashed their lips together, Blake’s fingers worked with a thief’s dexterity, sliding under Sunset’s leather jacket and tugging it down her arms. It hit the floor with a heavy thud, soon followed by Sunset’s shirt as she stripped it over her head. When the bra came off, Sunset stood bare-chested in the soft kitchen light, her skin flushed a deep, glowing light orange.

​Blake’s amber eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat. Sunset’s breasts were perfect, firm and full, with a natural, athletic curve that spoke of her grace. Her nipples were already dark and tight, blushing a deep rose-pink against her warm skin.

​"I thought I knew what beauty was," Blake murmured, her voice a low, feline purr as she reached out to cup them. Her palms were soft, but her touch was possessive. "But you... you're like a sunrise I never want to stop watching."

​Blake leaned forward, burying her face in the valley between Sunset’s breasts. she took a deep, shaky breath, inhaling the scent of Sunset’s skin; spicy, warm, and intoxicatingly floral. Without another word, she latched onto one nipple, her tongue swirling around the sensitive bud before she began to suckle with a rhythmic, hungry intensity.

​"Oh... gods, Blake!" Sunset gasped, her head falling back as she tangled her fingers into Blake’s dark, silky hair. "They're... they're so sensitive. Everything feels like it's on fire!"

​Blake moved to the other side, giving the second nipple equal, frantic attention while her hands kneaded Sunset’s sides. After a moment, she pulled back, her lips glistening, and unwrapped her legs from Sunset’s hips. She leaned back on her elbows on the table, the scattered research papers crinkling beneath her, and looked up at Sunset with a gaze that was equal parts vulnerable and predatory.

​"I have no idea what's happening to us," Blake whispered, her chest heaving. "But I can't wait to see where the next few moments take us."

​Sunset let out a shaky laugh, reaching down to grab one of Blake's heavy combat boots. She tugged, then grunted, then pulled again until the boot finally flew off. "Well," Sunset panted, moving to the second one. "I’m trying to be smooth, but these boots are built for a war zone!"

​When the second boot finally hit the floor, Sunset looked at Blake, still sitting on the table in her vest and stockings, and smiled wickedly. "Damn... I want to see every inch of what's under these layers, but I honestly don't know where to start."

​Blake tilted her head, a rare, playful smirk crossing her face. She hopped off the table, her feet hitting the floor with a soft patter. "Why don't we move this to the bedroom? We both know exactly where this is going. I'll just... shed the rest on the way."

​Sunset stepped back, her eyes trailing over Blake's silhouette as she gestured toward the hallway. "Gladly," Sunset purred. "That's where I keep my good toys anyway."

Sunset bit her lip hard, her eyes darkening as she watched the Huntress. "Go on," Sunset rasped, gesturing toward the hall. "First door on the left. I want to watch you peel every single layer off while you walk."

​Blake didn't move immediately. Instead, she leaned in, her dark hair brushing against Sunset's collarbone as she took Sunset’s nipple back into her mouth for one sharp, lingering suck that made Sunset’s toes curl. Blake pulled back with a playful giggle, her amber eyes shimmering. "Okay, then. Let’s go play with those toys."

​Blake turned with the graceful poise of a cat and began her slow trek toward the bedroom. With practiced precision, she slid her vest off her shoulders, letting it fall. Then her top. Sunset stood frozen, mesmerized by the sight of Blake’s toned back and the twitching of her cat ears. Blake reached behind herself, unhooking her bra with a flick of her fingers; she tossed it aside without looking back, leaving a trail of black and white clothes on the hardwood.

​At the doorway, Blake paused. She looked back over her shoulder, locking eyes with Sunset. With a wicked half-smile, she unbuttoned her pants and slid them down just enough to expose the top of a firm, perfectly rounded bubble butt. She didn't say a word as she stepped into the darkness of the bedroom, her pants and panties falling away in the shadows as she moved toward the bed.

​"I have got to get a hold of that nice little bubble butt," Sunset muttered to the empty hallway. Her fingers fumbled with her own button, zipping down her shorts and kicking them away. Clad only in her panties and socks, she hurried to the doorway.

​Sunset reached for the wall and flipped the light switch.

​The room flooded with warmth, and Sunset’s breath hit a wall. Blake was sprawled on the bed, propped up on her elbows with her long legs spread wide in an unapologetic invitation.

​Sunset’s gaze traveled upward from Blake’s delicate feet to her powerful, dancer-like calves and thighs. Between her legs, Sunset was surprised to see a thick, neatly trimmed, midnight-black landing strip, a dense patch of silk that pointed straight down toward her swollen, glistening pussy lips. She was already weeping, the pink folds peeking through the dark hair, shimmering under the lights. Moving up, Sunset’s eyes traced the sharp definition of Blake’s core, a washboard of lean muscle that twitched with every breath. Finally, she looked at Blake's chest; her breasts were smaller than Yang’s but incredibly firm, tipped with dark, cocoa-colored nipples that were hard as pebbles.

​Blake, meanwhile, was getting quite a view herself. From the bed, she looked at Sunset standing in the doorway, the "Bad Girl" of Canterlot High, stripped down to her thin, yellow panties and tube socks. She could see the fire in Sunset’s cyan eyes and the way her athletic, orange-hued skin seemed to radiate actual heat.

​"I don't know why we can't fight these urges," Sunset exclaimed, her voice thick with desire, "but I can't wait to play with that beautiful body."

​Blake let out a low, feline purr, her eyes fixed on the waistband of Sunset's underwear. "Well," she said, her voice dropping into that smooth, brooding velvet tone, "you’re going to have to take those panties off if we're actually going to play, Sunset."

​Sunset let out a shaky laugh. "Always the critic, aren't you, Belladonna?" She hooked her thumbs into the elastic, slowly shimmying the fabric down her hips. She let them fall to her ankles, stepping out of them with a smirk.

​Blake leaned forward, her mouth practically watering. Now fully exposed, Sunset’s pussy was a vibrant, sunset-pink, framed by a soft, fiery-red dusting of hair that was much thinner and shorter than Blake’s. Her clit was already peeking out, engorged and pulsing with every beat of the "tether", and a clear trail of wetness ran down toward the backside of her thigh.

​Blake licked her lips, her amber eyes glowing. "Get in the bed with me," she commanded softly. "We can't play with each other if you're standing all the way over there in the doorway."