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Soufriere


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Nov
22nd
2018

Blog 339 · 7:00am Nov 22nd, 2018

THAT THING WHERE I POST STUFF
Hi! 'C' here again. Soufriere is still teetering on the brink. So now I'll share music I like to spite him.

He's hated Taylor for years. But hey, that's what he gets for getting stabbed and leaving his account open.


I was going through Soufriere's house today to see if there was anything of his worth taking. Not really. Did you know he has every single My Little Pony comic book? I mean, yeah, he bought other stuff too, like some Dead Pool and the one about the little girl who kills people. He really has a hard on for comics about death. He has this one asian one about this small town where kids murder each other. Probably why his own stolen creation came to life and tried to take his. I should feel worse for him, but I don't. Last thing he said to me before all this happened was whining about how he has crushes on these girls who are way out of his league in both looks and talent. I know I don't sound like his friend, but I swear I am. Or was depending on if he survives this episode. He needed tough love, someone to tell him the truth, which was he should set his expectations low. After all, what girl wants a guy who can't hold down a job? Not me. Not his ex either even though he still paid all the bills and drove her to work because she refused to get a driver's license. Power of giant tits compels I guess. Do I sound jealous of her? I'm not. I felt sorry for him because of things she made him do that even I didn't force on my boyfriends. How whipped do you have to be to be a guy at Walmart in the middle of the night buying maxi pads and Midol?

So, like he promised, here's the last part of that first draft of the shipping story he wrote last year. I wonder if it'll be as funny as the other parts. You'd think a guy who had serious relationships would be better at writing them. If he pulls through, provided he doesn't try to beat me up for taking over his accounts, I'll tell him to stick to what he does best. Which is nothing.

I mean, I hate to say it, but he can't draw and his writing is kind of boring I think. No wonder it gets so many downvotes. I can only imagine what would have happened if he'd finished that story I saw where the white and purple pony is a homophobe, I think he was going to make fun of another writer in that one. Or another story where he makes fun of Donald Trump and kills him off. I mean, even though it was before he became president, he's such an easy target. If I was better at writing, okay I'm better than Soufriere but that's not a high bar to clear, then I'd bring him back to life. Maybe I'll start my own account on here and do just that.


The next day was abnormally hot and muggy. Sunset’s apartment, being a century old and lacking air conditioning, was barely preferable to the outside. Opening the windows was not an option due to the possibility of insects flying in to sting her, as her screens were in desperate need of repair and her landlord was not known for doing anything quickly. She spent the first part of her day working on a column for the Canterville City Paper, emailing it in shortly after what would have been lunchtime had she felt like eating. Since then, she had been on her sofa wearing blue short shorts framing her round rear end and a tight teal halter top showing off her significant cleavage, with a floor fan blowing on her as she forced herself to watch bad free-to-air television, occasionally moseying to the kitchen to have another glass of water, at one point pouring it on herself instead of drinking it.

Eventually, after the afternoon news, the heat began to subside somewhat. Sunset sighed as she sank into her chair. She did not want to go outside, but she knew she had to take her daily constitutional, as it had become a habit she did not want to break. Still, she figured she could wait just a little longer. Maybe until dusk. After all, her neighbourhood was well-lighted.

Her overheated thoughts were interrupted by a knock on her door.

Lethargically, she stood up from her repose and made her way to her front door, undid its locks and chains with all the speed of a three-toed sloth, and reluctantly forced her hand to turn the doorknob and open the door.

When she saw who it was, she immediately snapped out of her funk.

“Rarity! Th-this is a surprise!” Sunset said.

Rarity ran a hand through her long purple hair to get it out of her face. When she spoke, her voice had a uncharacteristic tenseness to it despite her attempt to sound as breezy as possible as she slipped off her shoes. “Yes, well, your phone isn’t working… again… so I had to come without warning. I do apologize, darling, but you did say I could. And so, here I am, ready t—.”

Then she noticed Sunset’s outfit, and all semblance of composure flew out the fifth storey window on the other side of the room, rendering her utterly speechless. “Gah…”

Sunset looked puzzled for a second, then realized where Rarity’s gaze was aimed. She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, well, it’s hot and this old building doesn’t have air conditioning. Do you really think I’m going to wear Sasha or Rachel in this sort of weather? To be honest, you’re looking a bit heated yourself – a natural side-effect of walking the few blocks here from your work – no matter how much you try to hide it. Let’s sit you down by the big fan, okay? There’s dreck on the television.”

Sunset moved to her sofa and plopped back down in her spot. Rarity, after a moment, snapped herself out of it and sat on the other end of the sofa from Sunset, trying her best to keep her attention on the screen but failing to keep from glancing over at Sunset every few seconds, which Sunset did not notice.

On the television was a rerun of some sitcom with a dumb husband, wife who was way too good for him, nutty neighbour, and an obviously fake laugh track that insisted where the jokes were, even if they weren’t.

“This show stinks,” Sunset said. “I remember when it was still first-run and I hated it then. Naturally it ran for eight seasons. Lowest common denominator strikes again. I’m only watching it because I’m too lazy to change the channel and the sassy lady judge is on next. That at least is worth… uh, what are you doing?”

Rarity had thrown caution to the wind (or the reasonable facsimile coming from the fan) and had assumed an all-fours position on the couch. Slowly, she crawled across the sofa until her arms were on either side of Sunset, who instinctively turned towards the sound of springs groaning but then leaned backwards in shock as Rarity moved in. Within less than a minute, Rarity was practically perched on top of Sunset, her purple hair cascading down around either side of her head as their ends rested on and around Sunset’s chest.

“You’re very cute,” Rarity cooed with a level of sultriness that, until that very moment, neither one of them realized she was capable of.

Sunset lay on her back, frantically trying to process this information. She soon gave up and decided, for once in her life, to stop being so analytical and just see where this would go.

“I, uh, think that’s my line, Miss Fashionista,” said Sunset, unsure.

Rarity shook her head, a slight modicum of frustration in her voice. “No, darling. I don’t think you quite understand, even though I’ve been trying to tell you indirectly for months.”

Sunset kept her gaze, her aquamarine eyes locked with Rarity’s deep blue irises, mentally preparing herself. “And that is?”

Rarity inhaled, physically steeling her courage; no turning back now. “Sunset Shimmer, I love you.”

Even though part of her had expected it, the words still hit Sunset like a bag of doorknobs. Involuntarily, she blushed. Then her mind thought back to the previous couple of months. “So, that ‘crush’ you asked my advice about?”

“Is you.”

“And that risqué photo shoot?”

“For your eyes only, my darling.”

Sunset blinked, then let out a laugh. “Wow. I really am dense, aren’t I?”

Rarity shook her head. “Not at all. I think… perhaps you never saw yourself as in any way desirable.”

“Well, that’s certainly true,” said Sunset quietly.

“And you’re wrong,” Rarity retorted. “You are the most amazing person I’ve ever met, and every moment I’ve spent with you since… then… has been an absolute blessing. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before, boy or girl. And I…” her tone began to waver as her eyes watered.

Sunset noticed immediately and asked, concerned, “What’s wrong?”

“I… know you want to go back to your old home, so I had to tell you now. Even if you don’t feel the same way, even if you decide to just humour my childishness, I knew I would regret it if you left before I could say anything. I love you. I want to be by your side for as long as you stay here, whether it’s an hour, a day, a week, a month, or a year. I…”

Rarity closed her eyes as her voice choked and tears threatened to make her mascara run. Sunset remained silent. Rarity proceeded to babble.

“Oh god. I shouldn’t have said anything. Why should I expect you to feel the same way? I was too forward. Now we can’t even be friends anymore; it would be too awkward. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m a horrible person forcing my stupid feelings onto you even though you made it clear so many times you weren’t interested. I should just dig a pit and crawl int—”

Rarity’s rambling was interrupted by hands placed upon both her cheeks. When she opened her eyes, she discovered Sunset was smiling.

“It’s okay. To be honest. I’ve been…” Sunset chose her words carefully, “feeling a real affinity for you too. Whenever you’re around, I feel… calm, at peace, and I… don’t want you to leave. Is that love? I wouldn’t know. The feeling is worlds different than whatever it was (if anything) I felt for Flash. All I can say is you are the most important person in my life.”

“Um, Sunset, darling?”

“Yes?”

Rarity’s blush deepened. “…May I?”

Sunset’s eyelids lowered as she nodded.

Rarity moved herself closer to Sunset, carefully shifting her arms from supporting her weight to wrapping Sunset in an embrace. Eventually, their faces met, and Rarity initiated a kiss. She was surprised at how soft Sunset’s lips were. She was even more surprised when Sunset wrapped her own arms around Rarity and returned the sentiment with interest, causing Rarity to recall Sunset’s known history – of course the girl knew how to kiss.

Neither one of them had any idea or care how long they had stayed in their position, as neither had any real desire to break out of it, though they eventually had to for air, at which point Rarity could no longer hold herself back. Another “May I?” followed by Sunset’s understanding nod led Rarity to slip her arm under Sunset’s tanktop and fondle her breast. Naturally, it felt very much like her own, only a cup size or so larger. She applied pressure gently, causing Sunset to involuntarily grunt in pleasure.

“My, this is escalating quickly,” Sunset said. Then she kissed Rarity on the nose to prove her own point.

“I’ll take that as you love me too?” Rarity asked.

Sunset let out a single chuckle. “At least, more than anyone else in the multiverse. However, I think we shouldn’t take it too far right now.”

Rarity looked hurt. “Why not?”

Sunset motioned toward the fan. “Because it’s hot as all Tartarus in here, and I’d rather not be sweatier than I already am, especially since I’d like to be leaving the apartment soon.” She patted Rarity’s back.

“Oh, right. Your evening walk.”

“Yeah,” Sunset said. “I try to do it every day, even if it’s raining. It helps me clear my mind… and walking up and down four flights of stairs really helps my lungs and, I suppose, my figure.”

“Very much,” Rarity replied with a smirk as she moved a hand to Sunset’s butt and fondled one of her glutes. Sunset flinched in surprise but did not complain.

“Now, now,” Sunset said, “I need to take my constitutional. If you like my body as much as you appear to, you should consider this a good thing. Right?”

“Yes, I suppose so,” Rarity said, her mouth in a profound pout.

“Hey, why not come with me?” Sunset suggested. “After that, we can go out to eat. I don’t exactly have much food here.”

“You mean… like a date?” Rarity asked, eyes half-lidded, voice sultry.

Sunset replied only with one of her trademark half-smiles. Rarity grabbed her and kissed again, but once she broke the embrace, she noticed Sunset wore a look of concern.

“What’s wrong, my darling?” asked Rarity.

Sunset sighed. “Look. If we’re really going to do this, there’s something you need to know about me: my deepest secret. If… if you want to leave after I tell you, I’ll completely understand. After all, you wouldn’t be the first.”

“Just tell me, love.”

Sunset leaned over and whispered into Rarity’s ear. Rarity attempted to ignore the warmth of Sunset’s breath to take in the information. As she did, her eyes widened in shock and her mouth involuntarily hung open as her perception of reality shattered.

“…And that’s the truth,” Sunset concluded.

Rarity spent about a minute trying to form words. Failing that, she closed her eyes in an attempt to gather her thoughts. Once she did, she nodded once and drew Sunset into another embrace, taking the effort to take in the pleasant scent of Sunset’s dual-toned hair.

“R-Rarity?” Sunset said tentatively.

When Rarity replied, her voice was uneven. “Well, now everything makes so much more sense. I… Honestly, I thought something was up given… Flash’s hints. But… I don’t care. I love you. Nothing will change that. Actually, the fact you trust me enough to tell me the truth makes me love you more.”

“This society looks down upon such relationships. Your parents will definitely hate it. I’ll have to live my lie for a few more months so I don’t get arrested, and you’ll need to keep my secret zealously, just like Flash has,” Sunset warned.

“I’ll do whatever it takes to protect you,” Rarity said. “Nothing else matters. Like I told Sweetie last night: I already made my decision and damn the consequences.”

“Fair enough,” Sunset said as she gently nudged Rarity aside so she could stand up. “Let’s go.”

“I can’t exactly say I’m so big on this sort of excursion,” pouted Rarity.

“True. But hey,” Sunset said with a wry smile, “I’m going out in this outfit; you’re guaranteed to see a significant amount of jiggle. Distraction is an ideal tool to help you exercise. Besides, it’ll be nice to not be alone for once in my life. Plus, this gives me some incentive to hang around this world for a little bit longer. And I promise I won’t even think of leaving without telling you first. Okay?”

“Of course!” Rarity said with an enthusiastic nod as she kissed Rarity on the cheek, then grabbed her hand. “Shall we, my darling?”

With that, the two girls headed out of the apartment as the sun lowered over the horizon, the ambient heat dissipating with it. Although Rarity was dealing with an internal heat of her own. Just as they crossed the threshold, she placed her hand on Sunset’s butt, causing Sunset to give her a look that said in no words, “Seriously?”.

Blushing even harder, Rarity moved her hand up to Sunset’s shoulder. Sunset smiled, utterly content for possibly the first time in her life. Once they stepped outside the building onto the mostly deserted sidewalk, Sunset stared up into the sky.

“If I came to You and asked for advice, You would tell me to follow my heart and seek happiness. That’s all You ever wanted for me, wasn’t it?”

“Sunset, darling? Who are you talking to?”

Sunset shook her head. “The Sun,” she said simply yet cryptically.

Rarity shrugged. “I guess we’ve got a lot more to learn about each other.”

“Well, that’s part of what a relationship is about: Learning. Also listening, understanding, accepting. You make the attempt, so does your partner, and it either works or it doesn’t,” Sunset said.

Rarity leaned in and kissed Sunset on the cheek. “Now’s as a good a place to start as any, love. We’ve a long road ahead of us. Let’s see where it leads.”


So that's it. That's all of Soufriere's original story from 2017. I haven't read the one he put up right before that little incident, but it's got to be better than this.

With any luck, Soufriere won't be coming back for a while and I can keep messing with his social media. If he bites the dust, maybe his mom will let me have some of his stuff. Did you know he lived with his mom? Well, he always put it as she lived with him since he paid most of the bills, but it's still pretty sad.

Later today is Thanksgiving. I'm going to be spending it with my family. Obviously Soufriere if he makes it will be celebrating late and possibly getting his food through a straw while I'm Black Friday shopping. It's late and I'm sleepy. I'm going to try and dream about puppies and unicorns and not about Soufriere massaging my----

Uh... goodnight!

--C

Comments ( 3 )

This was incredibly enlightening and horribly deprecating.

Not jealous huh? Tough love is still love you know. :rainbowwild: And of course you don't see supporting his mom/ex and all that as excellent qualities at all.

Though just so you know, his fans like his writing better than you apparently do. Maybe cut the guy some slack. After all, Machiavelli points out that it's critical to have a good side to get on right?

Otherwise, how will you be properly tsundere?

Cool to see the original draft. Can definitely see how it changed. That outfit...I'm surprised Rarity didn't literally melt. "More than anyone in the multiverse" is a weirdly romantic way to downplay your own understanding of your emotions.

Not that I'm shipping real people with their totally real friends of course. That would be creepy and ridiculous. And creepy.

So I'm not.

Specially since I can't decide if I should be given I can't tell how much of the no-sympathy deprecation thing is a front and how much is genuine. Because it sounds like Soufriere has been through a rough time. And, while a kick in the butt can be helpful in moderation, so is some sympathy and understanding. So it would be important to know if you don't care or just acting like you don't care.

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