And They Are Not Okay With That

Pinkie Pie popped the last blue crystal into her mouth, savoring the sugary sweet goodness of her last bag of “Not-Quite-Crystal-Empire-Rock-Candy Crystal Empire Rock Candy”. After Twilight’s visit a month ago, Pinkie began working on her own recipe like it was the cure for cancer. After a solid four weeks of tiring work, Pinkie emerged with a perfectly reverse-engineered bag of the treat. Her schoolwork had suffered as a result (Her only passing classes now were Home Economics, which she had a C in, and Spanish, where she sat at a high D). Still, the pink party girl found that suffering grades were more than worth it to fuel her addiction. Perhaps her Blue Sky analogy was more accurate than she originally thought.

That Friday night, Pinkie decided to stay in instead of going out and partying with her friends. Due to the visual similarities between her candy and Heisenberg’s flagship product, Pinkie felt an unshakable urge to rewatch Breaking Bad, much to her family’s dismay. When Pinkie watched shows like Breaking Bad or The Walking Dead, she got a bit weird (which is saying something, considering how bizarre she was normally).

“Say my name,” said Pinkie in time with her TV, in her best Walter White impression.

“No, Pinkie,” came a voice from the doorway. Before Pinkie could so much as react, she felt the weight of the sudden intruder on her back. Pinkie thought the voice sounded familiar, but the tone and cadance of it was all wrong. But a glance upwards confirmed her theory, and raised even more questions.

“T-twilight?” Pinkie asked, for her friend looked quite different than usual. Her hair, now jagged and spiky, was cut far shorter, and a lot of it was hidden beneath a black police cap. Instead of her usual blue blouse and purple skirt, she wore tight black jeans and a leather jacket not unlike Sunset Shimmer’s. In her hand, curiously enough, was a thin, black leather riding crop.

“No respect, as usual,” scoffed Twilight, crossing her legs. Now Pinkie could see that she had traded in her usual footwear for a pair of black heels. “Would you like to try again?”

“Twilight, what are you doing here?” asked Pinkie. Twilight threatening pressed the end of the whip against Pinkie’s cheek.

“Miss. You will address me as Miss,” commanded Twilight. “Miss Twilight is here to give you wanted.”

“Miss Twilight?” Pinkie uncomfortably tried to squirm from beneath Twilight’s weight, to no avail. Twilight herself wasn’t exactly an immovable object, but something about her today seemed to add a thousand pounds.

"That's much better, I think," said Twilight, rising to her feet. "Well? Is that all you have to say?"

"I... I don't know," said Pinkie in confusion. "What do you want me to say?"

"Maybe start with 'thank you, Miss Twilight'?" suggested Twilight in such a tone that removed any remnants of the definition of “maybe”.

“Uh... For what?"asked Pinkie

"For what I'm about to do to you," whispered Twilight, her voice smooth like velvet.

"I don't understand?" said Pinkie nervously. Her heart was pounding in her chest. "What are you..."

"It's only been a month since I was last here," said Twilight, running her whip down Pinkie's spine. "Don't pretend you forgot about our little conversation. I haven't. And I've come to give you want."

Pinkie was sweating at this point. Her family was just downstairs, and it would be hard to explain why she had a dominatrix in her room.

"Well?" asked Twilight impatiently. "Are you just going to sit there and stare at me?"

"Twilight..." said Pinkie nervously. "You can't be here. Not like this! My parents are home, and Maud, and-." She would have continued, but the world around her shifted. In a blink, she was away from her bed, dancing suggestively in front of a mirror. In the reflection, she could see a slightly different Twilight; this one clad in a black tank top and boy shorts. She wore a pair of stern-looking reading glasses, and a book was in her hands. Curiously, the book seemed to be a background piece, as most of Twilight's attention was devoted to Pinkie's swaying hips.

"What's going on?" asked Pinkie. She heard no music, and didn't even try to move. Somehow, as if she was being possessed, Pinkie moved without her control.

"Come here," growled Twilight, dropping her book entirely. With no more control over herself than when dancing, Pinkie found herself coyly tiptoeing over to the bed. Twilight grabbed her by the shoulders and pressed her down onto the bed.

"Oh, yes," whispered Pinkie. She looked up at Twilight and, if she had the power, she'd have screamed. The small, cute, purple face had morphed into something pasty and wrinkled, with tired, squinty eyes and a thick, graying goatee. Replacing her police cap was a different, more menacing black hat.

"Now," growled Twilight in a gravelly but recognizable voice. "Say my name." Pinkie's throat unstuck itself, and she let out a scream that, according to legend, could be heard as far as Equestria.

Cold, near icy water danced down Rainbow Dash's body, washing away the sweat and exhaustion. She grinned to herself about her little race. She never expected to beat Spitfire, so it came as a wonderful surprise when she crossed the finish line just a second before her girlfriend. It was no surprise, however, that RD immediately began bragging about her racing prowess. Spitfire, the good sport she was, told her sweaty girlfriend/track partner to wash up and the two would have a nice Friday night in.

"You're never gonna hear the end of this, babe," chuckled Rainbow Dash softly. Suddenly, her frigid water (RD preferred cold showers) became steamy hot, the vapors and condensation fogging up the glass shower door.

"What the..." questioned Dash. The glass in front of her began to clear in a very specific pattern. The clouded glass painted itself into a large, six-point star.

"Twilight?" asked Rainbow. A trailing hand across Rainbow's butt made her jump. The hand, apparently invisible, dragged its way up RD's back and around to her chest.

"Dude, whoever the hell is doing that better knock it off!" snarled Rainbow threateningly.

"Oh, it's not so funny now, is it?" whispered an odd, echoey voice. “I suppose it’s easier to joke about doing it to other people.”

The water clinging to Rainbow’s skin slowly dragged itself from her body. The droplets floated through the air, pulling together and growing in size. The water formed and shaped itself into a female body. Dash couldn’t quite make out any details, but between the straight cut hair and the “dress” that the water thing wore, it was fairly evident who was in the shower with her.

“Whoa. This is beyond weird,” said Rainbow Dash. “Twi? Is that you?”

“Do you know any other magical pony princesses capable of turning herself into shower water?” asked Water-Twilight.

“What are you doing here?” asked Rainbow. “I’m in the shower, dude. Maybe practice your magic someplace else?”

“Do you remember our conversation last month?” asked Aqua-Twi. “When we discussed the many, many ways you six would have sex with me against my will?” Rainbow Dash subconsciously covered her chest and crotch, uncomfortable for the very first time.

“Y-yeah,” said RD nervously. “What of it?”

“You said something about getting me in the shower, yes?” Rainbow nodded weakly. “I believe you said you would grab my butt in your left hand and my breast in your right?” Rainbow was in mid-nod when Hydro-Sparkle wrapped herself around Rainbow, gripping her boob and butt in each hand.

“Not cool, Twilight!” yelped RD. “Spitfire is right outside, and she’ll be pissed if she finds out!”

“Find out about what?” asked H-Twi-O. “The water princess in your shower? Do you really think she’ll believe that?” Dash pondered it for a second, then shook her head. Twilight smiled, then pressed her lips to RD’s neck.

“Ow!” yelped Rainbow, pushing the Water Princess off of her. “Dude, you’re boiling! What the hell?”

“You said I was ‘pretty damn hot’, didn’t you?” laughed Twi-Lake Sparkle. “Don’t chicken out on me, Rainbow. Let’s go.” Rainbow Dash wanted to say no. She wanted to get out and towel off and joke about the whole situation. She wanted to run away from this weird water woman.

But she didn’t, and Twi-liquid spent the next several hours covering her body in second-degree burns.

Applejack rolled over tiredly in her bed, a yawn slipping from between her half-opened lips. A hard day of farm work had taken its toll on the orchard girl, and she collapsed onto her bed without even bothering to undress. She slept like she had been hit over the head, and she felt as if she could sleep for hours. But, strangely, she felt a warmth to her left. Her mind still trapped in the aether of the dreamscape, she barely paid it any attention.

“Hmm,” mumbled Applejack, rolling to her left. Her arm draped over the mysterious warmth.

“Good morning, Applejack,” whispered Twilight Sparkle. Applejack’s eyes flew open, and she was shockingly nose to nose with a smirking, bed-headed former pony princess in the form of Twilight.

“Whoa, nelly!” yelped Aj, falling off of her bed. She propped herself up, hardly noticing that she was entirely naked. “What in tarnation?!”

“No need to be so scared,” said Twilight with a smile. “What’s the matter? You seem startled. Is everything okay?”

“The hell are ya doing here?” asked Aj. “Not that Ah ain’t happy to see you or nothin, but Ah’d appreciate if ya waited til Ah was awake.” She looked down at herself and blushed faintly. “Or, ya know. Clothed.”

“Oh, my,” giggled Twilight. “You don’t remember, do you?” Applejack shook her head. “Do you remember Valentines Day? When we all had that fun little conversation about-”

“Doin the nasty with ya, yea,” said Applejack, nodding. “Ah remember now. What ‘bout it?”

“I’m here to give you what you asked for,” smirked Twilight. “You’re welcome, by the way.” Applejack pushed herself up and onto her bed, relaxing ever so slightly. She took solace in the fact that Twilight didn’t seem to react to her nudity, nor did she seem to intend to push anything. That meant Applejack was in control.

“Now, Ah know fer a fact that Ah had clothes on when Ah fell out,” said Applejack. “Why’d ya go an’ strip me down?”

“You’re only as naked as you want yourself to be,” said Twilight evasively. The flustered look on Applejack’s face was already more than enough to make up for the trouble Twilight went through. “You think this is weird. It doesn’t have to be weird.”

“Ah think this is mighty weird, yeah,” said Applejack. “This don’t make no type of sense. You tryin to tell me that you came all the way from Equestria, snuck into mah room, got me naked, and snuggled up next to me, all fer… Fer what?”

“What you asked for last month,” said Twilight, still being painfully vague.

“Twi, Ah’m flattered,” said Applejack. “Really, Ah am. Problem is, Ah don’t think this is smart. Ya understand, right? Ah can’t just have a fling with one of mah best friends. That just ain’t right.”

“Oh, I don’t intend to have sex with you,” said Twilight calmly. “Though I appreciate the thought. No, I’m here to give you the other thing you asked for.”

“Ya know what, Twi?” said Applejack, jumping to her feet. “Ah’m gonna go hit the shower, an’ when Ah get out, we can talk ‘bout this, alright?”

Twilight gave no response, so Applejack took that to mean “yes”. Trying her best to ignore her friends eerie behavior, Applejack crossed her room and gripped the door knob. She twisted, yanked, and jimmied the knob (the damn thing always got stuck), and pulled open her door. She crossed through her doorframe and stepped into… Her room.

“The hell?” said Applejack in confusion. Somehow, she made it from her doorway to the wall on the opposite side, directly next to the bed. Twilight grinned up at her, apparently unphased by the whole situation. Aj tried again, running to her door, nearly breaking the knob, and pulling it open. She stepped through her door and found herself, again, just to Twilight’s right.

“Are you happy?” asked Twilight devilishly. “You said if you had it your way, we’d never leave the bedroom. Well, Happy Valentines Day, Applejack.”

“Oh mah god, the hell did ya do?!” demanded Applejack. “Some black magic bullshit, is what it is!”

“Calm down, Aj,” said Twilight. “It’s a simple infinite spatial regress charm. To put it simply, the door will lead back into the room until the spell is lifted.”

“And how do Ah lift the spell?” asked Applejack, her voice inching towards anger. Twilight grinned even more sadistically than before. Applejack had, as the saying goes, fallen right into her trap.

“All you have to do,” said Twilight, that strange evil creeping into her voice. “Is have sex with me.” Applejack glared at her friend, which only caused her smirk to grow.

“Ah’m only doin this to get out,” said Applejack. “An’ cause ya seem to really want this. An’ cause it’ll probably be really good. Dammit, Twilight Sparkle!” Applejack reluctantly slid into her bed, shimming closer and closer to Twilight. She reached her hand up to touch her , her palm falling right through the pony princess’ “face”. Applejack tried to grab Twilight’s wrist, her hands grasping at nothing. When Applejack tried a third time, Twilight couldn’t keep in the laugh anymore.

“Oh, and I may have made myself intangible,” she cackled. “It seems you got your wish.” Applejack let out a scream of pure fury that, were Twilight actually able to be touched, would scare her right out of her skin.

But, since Twilight could not actually be touched, she just laughed and laughed and laughed some more.

Fluttershy was on a plane. That’s about all she knew for certain, that she was on a plane and she was flying first class. She didn’t know where she was flying to, or where she got money for first class tickets, but that ultimately didn’t matter. Only one thing held any importance, and that was the churning, disgusting nausea rolling deep in her gut. Why was she flying? Her fear of heights was nothing new.

Fluttershy shakily rose to her feet and stepped into the aisle. Out the window to her left was the burning orange of the setting sun. Fluttershy stared at the view for a few moments, revelling in the beauty, then made her way to the lavatory as she originally intended.

The plane shook violently (although Fluttershy did admit that she may have been overreacting), knocking Fluttershy to the ground. She hit the floor, with a small groan, and then it all came flooding back to her. The sunset, specifically the “burning orange” sunset, her nausea, the fall. She had definitely seen it all before. Fluttershy didn’t want to say it. It was cliche, and overused, and not 100% accurate. Still, she couldn’t quite stop herself from letting it slip.

“It’s just like my fanfiction,” she whispered to herself. She felt a hand grasp her own, and she was gently raised to her feet.

“We seem to be experiencing a bit of turbulence,” said Twilight, dressed in a perfect stewardess uniform, the skirt only a tad shy of being tasteful. “Please return to your seat.”

“S-sorry,” whispered Fluttershy. “I’m not feeling too well.” Twilight nodded sympathetically, and gave Fluttershy a tiny hug that sent the shy girl’s heart into a mad beat.

“I’m so sorry to hear that,” said Twilight, with an air of genuineness that gave Fluttershy believe that she was speaking the truth. “Air travel isn’t for everyone, I’m afraid.”

“D-do I…” said Fluttershy, working her mind to remember. “Do I know you? From someplace?”

“I don’t think you do, doll,” said Twilight with a grin. “I guess I just have one of those faces.” Fluttershy, having no better explanation, took that as truth and returned to her seat without another word to her flight attendant. She closed her eyes in an attempt to get some sleep (which, coincidentally, was also something in her story), her rest interrupted before it even truly began.

“I brought you something for your stomach, m’am,” said Twilight. Fluttershy opened her eyes and gratefully accepted the glass of bubbling ginger ale. Sitting at the bottom of the glass was a small handful of diced pineapple. Fluttershy thought her mind must’ve been playing tricks on her, because Twilight’s skirt had definitely been longer before.

“Thank you, Miss…?”

“Twilight is fine,” said the stewardess, flashing a charming smile. “And what may I call you?”

“Fluttershy. It’s nice to meet you,” said Fluttershy. With every word, she winced. I wrote that, she said to herself. How is this happening?

“So, Fluttershy, are you heading to Las Vegas for business?” asked Twilight. “Or pleasure?”

“I’m not sure,” said Fluttershy. “Maybe a bit of both. I’m just trying to get away. M-maybe meet somebody.” Twilight nodded and said something about maybe meeting up after her shift, but Fluttershy couldn’t pay attention to her words. She was too busy staring at Twilight’s chest, which was definitely growing. The increase was slight, but after a few minutes, the difference was night and day.

“Is everything okay?” asked Twilight, apparently not noticing the pair of eyes glued to her cleavage.

“Can I say something?” said Fluttershy, suddenly gripped with a strange sort of bravery. “I need to get it off my chest. I think you’re beautiful. Probably the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen in my life.” As Twilight just kept staring, Fluttershy felt herself weaken. “And I-I… um… I really think we should…”

“We should what?” asked Twilight, leaning forward. Fluttershy could barely keep her hands to herself.

“Um… I… I don’t know,” said Twilight, a light bead of sweat trickling down her forehead. “I’m sorry I said that. Sorry. That was… That was dumb.”

“Fluttershy, would you like to have sex with me right here and now?” asked Twilight. Fluttershy never really had a strong stance for or against religion, but that sentence convinced her that, somewhere, somehow, there was most certainly a god, and he was an awesome wingman.

“I-is that a serious question?” asked Fluttershy nervously.

“Totally,” said Twilight, her face breaking into that grin of hers. “I’d love to have sex with you. Now. On the plane.” Fluttershy didn’t care that she was sitting in a plane, or that there were plenty of other people who most definitely must’ve heard them.

“Well, in that case, yes,” said Fluttershy, staying surprisingly calm. She extended her hand to Twilight, who pulled her to her feet.

“This is exactly like my stories,” whispered Fluttershy.

“Well, not exactly,” said Twilight, her smirk shifting from amusement to something a bit more evil. “I’ve taken the liberty of altering it slightly. To better suit my needs.”

“What do you mean by that?” asked Fluttershy. Twilight snapped her fingers, and every seated traveller simultaneously rose to their feet. In unison, they all turned to face Fluttershy. With the exception of dress, everyone on the plane looked like Twilight Sparkle.

“Whoa. That’s a lot of you,” said Fluttershy, who was nothing less than ecstatic at this change. “How many do you think there are?”

“There are seventy-four of us, myself included,” said Twilight. “And it’ll take us seventy-four hours to reach our destination. Which means, my dear, we have over three days on this plane to do all the vile, disgusting, irredeemable things you wrote about!”

“Three days?” Fluttershy gasped. “I can’t last three days!”

“Good. That means I picked just the right amount of time,” said Twilight. She snapped again, and every single one of the seventy-four Twilight’s (herself included) pulled out a whole, unpeeled pineapple.

“Seventy-four stories?” said Twilight, taking an intimidating step forward. “I think seventy-five is a far better number. Let’s go for it, Princess.”

Rarity didn’t realize where she was until she heard Twilight’s ragged yet satisfied breathing. Then, as if a switch had been flipped, reality flooded her. The sweat down her body, her discarded panties on the bathroom floor. The barely clothed pony princess in front of her.

“Did we…?” asked Rarity. Twilight smiled knowingly.

“Oh, yeah. We sure did,” she said with a smirk. “In Pinkie’s bathroom, too. The girls probably heard everything. I never knew you were this daring, Rarity.”

“Wait, this is not possible,” said Rarity. “I don’t remember anything.”

“Well, of course you don’t,” said Twilight, as if it should’ve been obvious. “If I wanted you to remember, I wouldn’t have cast that amnesia spell on you.”

“You did what?!” shrieked Rarity. “Why would you do that?!” Twilight laughed derisively, sliding down the wall and into a seated position. Her meager clothing, a tank top and pair of shorts, seemed a size or two too large. When she hit the ground, her tank top slipped, and her breast became visible. Or it should’ve, anyway. What Rarity saw was an odd blurring, as if she was watching a naughty scene on a TV movie.

“Okay, Rarity,” she said to herself. “Get a hold of yourself, girl. Surely you must remember something?”

“Not if I did the spell correctly,” interjected Twilight. “Which I did. I didn’t have to do any magic until after you were done rocking my world, so my concentration was actually pretty solid. Apparently, multiple intense orgasms do wonders for a person’s magic. Who knew?”

“But you remember what happened, yes?” said Rarity hopefully.

“Rarity, I’ll likely never forget,” said Twilight with an evil grin. “Oh, man, that was too good! I’ll be thinking about that for years. If only the pony Rarity would… No, I suppose that’s not entirely fair.”

“We had sex,” said Rarity plainly. “I am apparently not allowed to remember having sex. But it was good, was it not?”

“The absolute best,” sighed Twilight reminiscently.

“What did we do?” asked Rarity. The lack of knowledge was slowly but surely driving her mad.

“You know that one kinky thing you’ve always wanted to try?” asked Twilight. “We did that. Several times.”

“What thing was that?” asked Rarity. She tried to think of any secret fetishes she had, and her mind came up blank.

“I see you thinking,” laughed Twilight. “You’re trying to figure it out, aren’t you? No, my amnesia spell was perfect. I bet you can’t think of anything at all!”

“Why are you doing this?” demanded Rarity. “This is cruel! Evil, I’d even say!” Twilight’s mad laughter came to an abrupt stop.

“Evil?” she asked. “Cruel? Like that time you all talked about having sex with me, even though it clearly made me uncomfortable? That was true cruelty, Rarity.”

“I wasn’t participating in the conversation at all! How are you punishing me for what I didn’t do?!”

“Choosing not to help me is just as punishable as egging it on,” said Twilight. “Be thankful this is your only punishment. The others are getting it way worse.”

“Twilight, please!” begged Rarity. “Just give me a few details! Give me something to go off of!” Twilight pondered it for a second, then shrugged her shoulders.

“Three details,” said Twilight. “Number one: it was great. Mind blowing, in fact. Number two: as you, um, ‘reached your peak’, you asked me multiple times to marry you. Not sure if you meant it or if that was just the dopamine talking. And, of course, it’s possible that the sex was so good that you developed a mental dependence on it.”

“That’s only two, darling,” said Rarity impatiently. Twilight’s evil grin returned with a vengeance.

“Number three: It is never going to happen again,” hissed Twilight. “Ever.” She tugged down her shirt to show more of her censored breast, blew Rarity a kiss, then disappeared from sight.

Spike poked his nose gently against Rarity’s sleeping face. She, being the last one to eat the box of Double Fudge Nom-Noms he had delivered, was also the last of the five girls to fall asleep. Spike patrolled Pinkie’s bedroom one more time, then carefully made his way to the door, and into the waiting arms of Twilight Sparkle.

“So, remind me what I just did?” said Spike in confusion.

“You delivered the enchanted donuts on my behalf,” said Twilight, smirking in satisfaction. “For all intents and purposes, I had you drug the girls for me. Currently, they’re all enjoying a happy little dream.”

“Why did I do that, exactly?” asked the purple puppy.

“Revenge,” said Twilight plainly, and with a strange edge of coldness on her voice. Spike, knowing better than to argue with Twilight when she got like this, decided to stop asking questions.

“I’ll tell you when you’re older,” said Twilight, as if she could read Spike’s mind. “You go on ahead home. I still have important business to attend to here.”

“Twilight, you’re scaring me a little,” said Spike nervously. “What happened when you came down here? What did they do?”

“Where do babies come from, Spike?” asked Twilight. Spike thought about it for a second, absentmindedly scratching behind his ear.

“Uh… Eggs?” tried Spike. “I came from an egg, didn’t I?” Twilight smirked slightly at her favorite assistant’s innocence and naivety.

“Go home, Spike,” ordered Twilight, gently yet firmly. “I’ll be home in about fifteen minutes. Have Pinkie take you to go get some ice cream, my treat. You know where I keep my bits.”

That seemed to be enough for Spike, who swiftly scampered out of Twilight’s grasp and scurried out the door. Twilight crossed her arms and watched her friends in their sleep for a few moments. She smiled sinisterly to herself then turned for the door.

Sunset Shimmer crossed the street while sipping her soda placidly, here destination being Pinkie’s house, which stood a few blocks north. It was late at night, nearing 11:30, and here was Sunset, strolling around all by herself. Not that Canterlot City was an especially dangerous place, but the thought of being completely alone in the dead of night did make Sunset feel a bit uneasy.

She tried to shove the bad thoughts out of her head. She was a magical unicorn, she reminded herself. Were she in her pony body, she could teleport any attacker into the sun if she so chose. Even without her horn, she had learned enough self-defense techniques to keep herself safe.

“You were a freaking demon, Sunny,” said Sunset to herself. “You were an evil maniac who destroyed a good chunk of a public school. You can deal with a purse snatcher.” Sunset grinned internally at this reasoning, and she put a bit more pep into her step, crossing past alleys with significantly less concern.

As she passed what would’ve been the last alleyway before reaching Pinkie’s house, a pair of hands grabbed her and dragged her into the shadows. Sunset Shimmer forgot everything she had told herself and screamed at the top of her lungs. She would’ve screamed more, if it weren’t for the set of purple lips that found themselves pressed to hers.

It took Sunset a moment to fully understand what was happening, and, when she did, it still made exactly no sense. Somehow, through no action of her own, she was in a dark alley, effectively making out with Twilight.

“Sparky?” gasped Sunset, breaking away. Twilight grabbed Sunset Shimmer silently and slammed her back against the wall, kissing her mercilessly. Not that Sunset was complaining; Her hands were moving, through Twilight’s hair, down her sides, on her butt. Twilight couldn’t keep her hands to herself either, and made caressing her friend her business.

Twilight pressed firm kisses down Sunset’s neck, taking her gasps and moans to mean that she was doing a good job. Twilight grabbed Sunset’s breast firmly, causing her to effectively melt.

“Why are we doing this?” breathed Sunset, even though she didn’t really care about the answer. It’s a good thing, too, because Twilight didn’t seem to care about giving her an answer. She just kept working her mouth around Sunset, nibbling gently and making her skin tingle with kisses.

“Sunny, there’s something I have to tell you,” said Twilight breathlessly. “Before we take this all the way, I just wanna say…”

“Yes?” Sunset could hardly focus on the words that Twilight was saying.

“Bye,” Twilight said, pushing Sunset Shimmer away. Slowly, and to Sunset’s confusion, Twilight began to walk from the alley. After a few seconds, when Sunset had properly processed what just transpired, she ran out after Twilight.

“What?” she asked. “What do you mean ‘bye’?”

“I mean that I am leaving,” said Twilight, taking a handkerchief from her pocket and wiping away her magic aphrodisiac lipstick. “You fell for that really hard, didn’t you?”

“You can’t leave!” shouted Sunset, her face growing warm. “You have to-”

“I have to what?” asked Twilight.

“You know… Finish me.” Twilight, of course, knew exactly what Sunset meant, but it was just so satisfying to hear it out loud.

“Wasn’t it originally your plan to get me worked up like this?” asked Twilight. “I believe you were going to leave and wait for me to drive myself crazy.”

Everything Sunset Shimmer knew, the entire world she had created for herself in the span of two to three minutes, just collapsed and required reassessment.

“You mean to tell me that you made out with me in a dark alley just to get back at me for a thought I had once?” said Sunset. “A thought that I admitted I wasn’t very proud of?”

“I’ve been doing research, and there’s a phrase that fits here perfectly,” said Twilight. “I believe it is ‘karma’s a bitch’. Have fun going insane.” She began to walk off again, inciting only a chuckle from Sunset.

“Sorry to disappoint you, Sparky,” laughed Sunset. “But I’ve been a person way longer than you. I know how to get my rocks off.” She grabbed at her belt, but, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t get it to budge. Twilight laughed for a moment at Sunset’s pitiful attempts to remove her pants, then continued walking.

“Twilight Sparkle, if you don’t come back here and have sex with me, I will cross through the portal and-” The rest of her words died when she realized that Twilight was nowhere to be seen. She let out an exasperated sigh, running her hand through her fiery hair.

“Oh well,” she said. “At least it can’t get any worse.” As if on cue, Sunset felt her panties begin to tremble, the vibrations sending a surge of pleasure through her body. But not quite enough.

“That crazy, grudge-holding, miserable bitch,” groaned Sunset.

Author's Note:

I hope this was good. I really, truly, honestly do. Or, rather, I hope somebody enjoys this. If you do, like, comment, and follow me for more strange shenanigans such as this.

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