Standing nude before a full-length mirror, Sunset Shimmer took herself in. She was certainly in great shape, physically active, and was blessed with an ample bust, hips, and buttocks. Physically, she was considered quite a catch. And mentally she was whip-sharp. In truth she could score almost any straight guy and even a number of gals if she wished it.
But ever since she'd been dumped she felt less attractive than ever. It was silly, she knew. It wasn't like her to be so insecure, but Inky Rose had flipped her entire world upside-down, then stormed out of it almost as quickly. Ever since then she'd been in a tailspin of conflicting emotions. She looked at her gothic number hanging with her other outfits in her closet.
She stalked over and rifled through them. What to wear when she confronted Inky? She settled on her blue number, which made her feel the most at peace. Pressing it to her bosom, she inhaled deeply and closed her eyes.
“I...I do still love you Inky,” she murmured letting fresh tears fall. “But I have to let you go. For both our sakes.”
She dressed, unlocked her motorcycle which she kept chained outside, and straddled it. Her helmet was strapped into place. Gunning the engine, she sped down the road, her black jacket whipping behind her as she raced into the night.
No doubt her ex was at the usual club. She cringed, realizing she'd been stalking her for some time, like a woman possessed.
Flashing her identification to the bouncer after she'd parked, she strolled inside, immediately overwhelmed by the strobe lights and a mixture of aromas as sweat-soaked bodies weaved upon the dance floor. So many couples and hopefuls, twisting, laughing, smiling. She envied them, but shook such thoughts away. She was a woman on a mission, after all.
Inky was seated at the bar next to Flash Sentry, the former wearing a tight little number with multiple belts wrapped around her slender midsection, her skirt so short she could see her black lacy panties peek out from below as her buttcheeks mashed upon the stool. “Wow,” she whispered and practically drooled. “No, bad Sunset! She's forbidden fruit now!”
Yet as the old saying went, forbidden fruit is the sweetest kind, and looking upon her now, she wanted a fresh taste of that again. Her stomach tightened when she approached them step-by-step, her bowels turning to water. “H-hi.”
"Oh hey Sunset,” called Flash with a wave when he turned his stool around. He was dressed casually like usual, jeans, t-shirt, a blazer, and tennis shoes. “Didn't know you came here! This is-”
"We've met,” stated Inky who pursed her lips and spoke in a clipped manner. “Actually, we recently dated.”
“Oh. Ah, should I leave you two alone?”
“No,” said Sunset. “You should hear this, too. So, you haven't told him.”
Inky shook her head. “Do you plan to call me a tart?”
"Nothing like that. I overreacted. Terribly. But you still hurt me more than anyone else. Even if you didn't mean to. Look, I didn't come to fight. I simply wanted to apologize, and...and ask if maybe we could still be friends?” She offered her hand.
Inky studied it a moment, like she was uncertain about her sincerity, then took it. “Sure.” She smiled warmly.
Flash swallowed and smiled nervously. “Well, I'm glad that's worked out? I didn't mean to, um-”
“Move in on her territory? Muscle in? Steal her away?” Inky tittered. “I know, there's probably no nice way to put it. I should have come clean, but I tried to put my old relationship behind me after how things turned out. Besides, we all know your reputation of stealing everyone's girlfriends,” she teased with a nudge to the ribs of the blushing boy. “Would you like to dance?” She fluttered her dark lashes at her ex-lover. “I'm sure you'd love to watch, wouldn't you, Flash?”
Sunset blinked. “S-sure. If that's okay with you, Flash?”
“Yeah, I don't mind. You two have fun.” He sipped at his soda, his cheeks burning when Inky took Sunset's hand and let her onto the dance floor. Pretty soon they danced themselves into a sweat-soaked frenzy, laughing as their hair whipped about.
They didn't even notice the mobs around them anymore, the music pumping away as the DJ worked her magic. Their clothes were a sticky, clingy mess, but neither minded, lost in the moment as they worked themselves dizzy.
Perhaps the curse she'd tried to work with the voodoo doll was all in her head. She certainly hoped so, thankful she hadn't harmed Inky, or worse.
"Careful,” warned Sunset when she took her warm hands and squeezed. “I could fall in love with you all over again.”
Inky smiled wryly. “We can't have that. However, I did appreciate or time together. I always will. Cherish the moment, because it could be torn from you at any time.” She frowned when Shimmer's eyes watered, and tenderly kissed the tears away.
“I...I know. I'll unblock your number. It was rather childish of me, but I thought shutting you out would make it easier. It didn't. Please, keep in touch.” She brightened again when her ex pressed close to her, sliding a hand down the curve of her back and over her rump. “You're such a tease,” she murmured also cooing as she indulged in a fantasy for a moment.
“I'll be in touch. You'll find someone soon, I know you will. Perhaps we could have a double-date then.”
Sunset smiled. “I'd like that. Well, I'd better let you get back to Flash.” She waved to him and walked off. An enormous burden had been lifted from her shoulders. But what to do now? The night was young, and she hated to head home alone.
She paused, spotting a solitary girl hiding in the shadows against a wall, much like the first time she'd come here. Had she been dragged along by friends, too? Or worse, dumped? Well either way, this wouldn't stand! She marched on over.
"Can I buy you a drink-” She blinked repeatedly. “Wallflower Blush?!” Incredibly slender, looking a bit bulkier on top thanks to the loose-fitting sweater she wore, her hair was a tussled mess. However, she definitely approved of the ultra-tight jeans!
"Oh,” she replied softly. “You remembered me.” She sighed and looked aside. “Well, don't mind me.”
'Of course I remember you! And I wasn't kidding about that offer. Let me buy you something?” She cupped a hand under her chin. This time she'd take the lead, and whatever happened, she wouldn't have any regrets!
"Um, sure.” She offerered a delicate hand which Sunset took.
“So...” She led her hand-in-hand to an empty part of the bar. “You into girls?”
"Uh...m-maybe. I'm not sure.” She sat on the stool next to her.
"Me either. Until a woman came into my life. Guess I'm into both.” She laughed and scanned the menu. They ordered, she left some money on the counter, and pretty soon she was waving her to the dance floor. “Come on, it'll be fun!”
Wallflower hesitated. “Okay. But I don't know how to dance.”
"Don't worry, I'll lead!” Sunset directed her awkward partner, who cracked a small smile, starting to loosen up a tad. Pretty soon they were sharing a laugh, wild and carefree, not caring what anyone else thought. Already heated up by her little dance session with Inky, she'd certainly need a change of panties by the time she got home tonight! Speaking of which...
"Want to come home with me? You can crash at my place. I'd like that a lot.”
"Hmm...” Wallflower nibbled on a fingernail. “Sure, why not?”
Leaving the club, Sunset allowed her passenger to borrow her helmet, and set off on her bike. A lithe body pressed to her back, delicate hands clinging around her midsection. She grinned, hair and jacket whipping around her in the rippling wind.
It was situations like this, thrilling and with a slight sense of danger, which always worked her up. Stopping at her pad, she secured her ride, and led her guest inside. In truth, it wasn't much, but she was proud of the life she'd made here.
She headed straight to the shower, tossing aside her jacket and kicking off her boots. “Make yourself at home. Hey, want to join me? We're both girls, after all, no need to be shy.” She stripped down to her underwear, noticing from the corner of her eye she couldn't take her eyes off her. She was rather curious, at least, which was a good sign. Maybe they could make this work?
“Okay. But you first.” Wallflower stared at her feet, wiggling in place, while Sunset unlatched her bra and stepped from her underwear. “W-wow.” She covered her mouth and pinkened as the words slipped out. “My turn, then?”
Gradually she slid the sweater over her head, stepped from her shoes, and unzipped her jeans. Soon she was down to her undergarments, rather plain white numbers, which swathed her rather humble physique. “I'm not much to look at,” she admitted and slowly removed them, revealing that her face wasn't the only place she had freckles.
“Just like I suspected,” noted Sunset to herself. “You look great! Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.”
“But I'm rather flat. Even my hips and butt are small.” She kicked a foot and fought the urge to cover herself.
"No way. You're cute. Now.” She practically pushed her into the bathroom. The stall slid open, the pair stepping onto the tile, and steamy water erupted from the faucet. The interior quickly fogged up, water beading on their bared skin and dripping over their supple curves. Her nubile companion was quite different from Inky, but no less lovely in her own way.
Lathering up her hands with soap, she rubbed her down, watching the soap suds run down her slippery flesh. Wallflower shivered in delight, and soon she joined in, washing her new partner with a playful relish. Sunset applied a heaping helping of shampoo to Blush's hair, rinsing it, having to admit her unkempt style was rather growing on her.
Pretty soon they were toweling each other off, and Wallflower grabbed the towel, landing a playful smack on her butt. Spurred on by her sauciness, she tickled her back, and they were soon in her bed, giggling and wrestling. And to her wide-eyed surprise, Wallflower leaned in and clumsily kissed her. She relaxed into her lips, greedily sucking and nibbling on them.
Wallflower surprised her again by making the move to pussh it further. Was it too soon? But if she'd learned one thing from Inky, it was to seize the moment, for an opportunity passed might never return. No regrets.
They made love. Slowly, sensually, but with no less passion than her time with Inky. And when they finally finished, they cuddled up in the gloom.
Whatever happened between them, she'd be happy to take it one day at a time.