Starlight
Well.
It’s my first day working with Sunburst.
I barely slept last night.
I’m just so excited!
It’s barely dawn.
Is that the florist?
Yes!
Okay.
I’m gonna surprise him with some flowers for his first day.
He’s gonna love it!
Because, I mean. Who doesn’t love flowers?
Where’s the florist? There she is!
Up there in the window.
She still has her robe on.
What time is it?
Oh whelp.
She’s awake, that’s all that matters.
I can’t wait.
I teleport inside.
ZAP!
Wait nope nope nope. Wrong place, this isn’t the lobby, this is the second floor, this is a…bedroom? A spare bedroom? Wait, there’s a bed, and then there’s…
“SUNBURST!?” I scream.
Sunburst
Shit.
I overslept.
And now Starlight’s here to scold me about how I’m late for my first day of work.
Ugh.
I’m sorry Starlight!
Are the sheets wet?
Well I’m sitting on the wet spot.
So it’s fine.
“I’m sorry,” I say.
“Oh don’t be! You don’t have to feel sorry that I didn’t know you were staying here.”
“Wait, what?”
She’s not mad at me for being late?
“So, why are you here?” Starlight asks.
Oh, Celestia.
She’s gonna flip out if I tell her the real reason.
I’ve already got a house in Ponyville. I’m sleeping at the florist’s because I bought a super rare bouquet of flowers for Trixie. They’re tan hua flowers. I just thought they’d set off Trixie’s mane really nicely.
Tan huas are special you see. They only reveal themselves at night.
Much like Trixie, really. Heh.
The florist said if I want a tan hua bouquet, I have to be there at the precise moment at night when the tan huas bloom. And my new home’s too far of a walk from the florist.
And that’s why I’m staying overnight at the florist.
Shortly before dawn, I put a special preservation spell on the tan hua flowers so they wouldn’t wilt. The flowers are hidden underneath my cape. Over there. Hanging on the door hook.
Why is Starlight staring at me?
Starlight
He’s biting his lip like he’s nervous to see me.
Awwwww.
It’s so damn cute.
He’s glancing at the door over there, and biting his lip. Poor thing’s worried that he’s gonna be late.
I’m headmare, so I’m his boss after all.
But he’s not late if I don’t mark him late.
How does it feel to have so much power? Sunburst may ask. And I’d say, Oh, I don’t put too much into it. With great power always comes great responsibility. And headmare/vice-headmare “meetings” in the old janitor’s closet.
“I hope you’re not mad, Starlight,” he says instead.
“Mad? Of course not, Sunburst!” I say. “I hope you’re not mad either. I mean, I barged into your room without asking.”
“Oh, yes! Erm…of course! This is…I…erm…my room! Most definitely…my room!”
So apparently, he’s staying in a room at the florist’s shop until he can find a place to live in Ponyville.
Not exactly private.
But that’s what the old janitor’s closet is for.
“Come,” I say. “I’ll take you to work.”
Trixie
What time is it?
Mmph.
What a nice sleep.
Trixie always sleeps better in her wagon.
That was a nice dream.
Who knew Starlight could do those things with her horn?
Teehee.
There’s a wet spot on the bed.
Did Trixie leak last night?
Trixie hopes that she leaked last night.
She'll cut the blanket where the wet spot is…and she’ll send it to Starlight. As a welcome gift of sorts.
What?
The Gay and Powerful Trixie is a dirty little mare. Deal with it.
It’s what happens when you don’t get any because everypony in Ponyville used to hate you.
Well, where’s those scissors?
Let’s see.
Ah, it’s here in the drawer…let's just put it here on the side table…
Side table.
Alarm clock.
It didn’t ring.
What time is it!?
9:31!?
Trixie is late!
Starlight’s going to kill her!
Quick! This is an emergency!
Teleportation spell…GO!
Teleportation spell…GO!
Teleportation…
Tele…
This a’int working.
Starlight
I just noticed. Sunburst has a bulge in his cape.
It looks…promising.
Mmm.
But no.
I must behave with dignity.
Like a lady.
But.
That bulge.
Ohh…
Am I sweating?
Sunburst
At least Starlight took a shower last night.
But all that sweat is getting trapped in her fur, and…
…ugh.
It’s not even 10 o’clock.
We’re at the Friendship School, in the main hallway.
Starlight walks into the last door on the left.
It’s my new office.
Well, this is really nice, I…
…OUCH!
I trip over something on the floor.
My cape comes loose.
“Flowers?” Starlight exclaims. “For me!?”
Oh shit.
How do I explain this. Trixie’s not here yet, but I…
“Erm…I…well…”
“Yes?” Starlight says.
Shit.
That’s it.
Starlight’s enslaving me in her village.
She doesn’t handle rejection well. Remember when we were foals? Can I play with you? I remember she said. Not anymore, I’m going to Canterlot because I got my cutie mark, I said. Guess what she did after that…? She kinda…almost destroyed Equestria?
Yeah, I’m dead.
Trixie
Where is everypony?
“Hello?”
Wait a minute.
This isn’t Trixie’s wagon.
YES!
The Gay and Powerful Trixie doth perfected the teleportation spell!
It took her far longer than if she had just walked!
But nonetheless.
YES!
Where is Trixie?
Oh right.
This is the hallway in the School of Friendship.
There’s Starlight’s new headmare office.
There’s Phyllis, sitting on the desk.
That pet plant.
Ugh. Trixie can’t bear the sight of that ghastly plant.
Well, everypony’s gotta make compromises in a relationship.
Like Trixie. Trixie is a Great and Powerful Compromiser. She compromises by…
By…
By…being kind. And providing a safeword.
And the safeword is “Sunburst.”
Why “Sunburst”?
Trixie isn't trying to boast about her sexual prowess…
…except she is…
….once Trixie gets Starlight into a passionate frenzy…Sunburst will be the last name on her mind.
Starlight
Oh, Sunburst!
“Ohhhh, Sunburst!” I say out loud.
The flowers Sunburst gave me…they sure are lovely.
Never mind he is being a bit crawly. Giving flowers to his boss on his first day of work.
Not that I mind crawliness. From him.
Let’s take a closer look…ah!
They’re tan huas.
Wow!
They’re super rare. And they only bloom at night, how could he have…
…no.
…I can’t.
“I can’t,” I say to Sunburst out loud. "I can't accept these flowers."
“Really?”
Wow, Sunburst is pretty damn cheery.
I’ll raise an eyebrow so he sees I smell a fish.
“Thank you for the flowers, Sunburst. I know you must’ve spent a ton of bits on them. But I can’t take them.”
Phyllis would be jealous, you see.
I already told her she's my favorite plant.
And I’m not sure how she’d deal with it.
“I’m happy with my Phyllis—my old plant, I mean,” I say.
Old. As in…old friend.
Sunburst takes the flowers back and hides it behind his cape again.
“Why don’t you give them to Trixie instead?” I suggest.
“REALLY!?” Sunburst exclaims. Geez.
Chill, Sunburst. Chill.
He’s really on edge today.
Which is good.
Maybe he’ll bite his lip again.
“Yeah. It’s both your first day at work,” I say. “I’m sure she’d appreciate it. I don’t mind.”
Sunburst thanks me.
Again. And again.
I raise my eyebrow again.
“Oh. Hee…sorry.”
Aww…that stallion.
He’s blushing.
Trying to hide his affection for me, I see.
Oh well.
I am like a lady. I have my dignity.
Two can play at this game.
“Where is Trixie, by the way?” he says, coolly.
“I think she’s still in her wagon,” I reply, coolly.
That stupid unicorn must’ve overslept on her first day. Dreaming about her (nonexistent) glory days as a stage magician, I’m sure.
“Well, what if she’s on her way?” Sunburst asks.
“Well…how about you go to Trixie’s wagon to wake her up,” I say, levitating him towards the door. “And I’ll stay here in case she shows up, hmm?”
“Okay, sure!”
He’s gone.
Good.
I know. I’m stupid.
I should’ve teleported myself to Trixie’s wagon while Sunburst stayed behind.
Makes more sense, right?
But I want to be alone.
I can pretend these tan huas are mine for a few minutes.
All. Mine.
Oh, they’re beautiful. Thank you, Sunburst. This is the most beautiful plant I’ve ever seen.
I hope Phyllis doesn’t get mad at me.
Trixie
The last door on the left.
It’s open.
Who’s inside?
Oh…it’s Starlight. And…
…are those flowers she’s holding!?
…tan huas?
They’re super rare!
They bloom at night. The flowers of the night. Of…dusk. Romance.
Ooooh.
The Gay and Powerful Trixie…fired her beam of love into Starlight’s heart.
And looks like she hit the spot~!
Starlight notices Trixie. “Trixie? There’s something I need to tell you.”
Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh!
Trixie can’t help herself.
She’s.
So.
Horny.
“Trixie…you okay?” Starlight says.
Oh, Starlight’s playing hard to get. Starlight does that a lot. She likes to be…ladylike.
Trixie understands.
Well.
Two can play at this game.
“Yes, Trixie is feeling quite regal, this morning,” Trixie says. “She apologizes for having slept past her alarm clock, but she was dreaming about you…and Trixie didn’t want to wake up.”
Wink!
She winks at Starlight.
“Oh, don’t worry about it Trixie. I’m supposed to mark you if you’re late, but I’ll let it slide. Here, before I forget, these flowers are for you.”
Starlight levitates the tan hua bouquet to Trixie.
Shit.
Trixie is not blushing.
Trixie. Is. Not. Blushing.
Trixie doesn’t fall to pieces, smiling like a little lovestruck filly just because her heartthrob gives her a bouquet of super rare tan hua flowers.
She…thinks, at least.
No!
No!
Nononononostopitstopit!
Whooo.
You got this Trixie.
Act cool.
Act Great.
Act…Powerful.
“Ah,” Trixie begins, “the Gay and Powerful Trixie is most impressed by the bouquet, Starlight. I gladly accept.”
“Wait, Trixie…did you just say…Gay and Powerful?”
“NO! I meant…”
Shit.
Trixie made a terrible mistake.
Trixie spoke in first person.
Sunburst
Well.
This stinks.
I run for 20 minutes all the way to Trixie’s wagon, hoping I’ll see her asleep, because…
…wouldn’t that be a lovely sight?
I could’ve pulled the blankets over her while she was asleep.
Listen to her sleeptalk about her great performances across Equestria.
On stage and off stage. And off off stage.
Oh Celestia, is it hot in here?
But no.
Trixie’s not here.
She must be on her way to the School.
Damn.
Damn you, Starlight.
You’re stupid.
You could’ve just teleported there, and I could’ve stayed behind!
Now I’ve wasted 20 minutes.
And I’ve still gotta head back to the school.
But…
…since I’m here.
I might take a peek inside her wagon.
Her bedsheets.
Is that a…stain?
Ohhhh…
It smells like her juices.
Mmmm.
Is there a pair of scissors?
Oh right here next to the alarm clock.
Okay.
Let’s cut the wet spot here.
Good.
That’s done it.
And I’ll put the little square of fabric in my cape pocket.
As a little…souvenir of her.
Ohhh…
Ohhh…
Ahhh…
Sorry.
The smell got to my head.
I’m finished now.
I did it in the grass.
It’ll wash away.
Alright then.
Time to head back to the School.
Hmm?
What?
Why would I ever cut up a piece of sex-juice-stained bedsheet, you say? You think I’m out of character?
Well, first of all. Every stallion masturbates. And any stallion would masturbate to a piece of bedsheet soaked with their crush’s sex juices. It’s the truth. Rather, the logical truth.
And second of all, I’m just following Trixie’s example.
No, seriously!
Come on. If Trixie were in my position—that is, being at the home of the pony they’re madly in love with while they’re not around—that’s exactly what she would have done.