Amon Inside moves to a new school. It's nice, he makes some friends, does the sports thing. He's putting his life back together. Into this lovely picture walks a certain green-haired girl, and flips it all on its head.
Amon Inside moves to a new school. It's nice, he makes some friends, does the sports thing. He's putting his life back together. Into this lovely picture walks a certain green-haired girl, and flips it all on its head.
Suddenly, a school rivalry rears it's ugly head, the past comes back to haunt him, and he finds out about a certain 'reputation' he's had almost since he moved here.
Amon just wants to figure his life out, put the past behind him, and move on. Hopefully, he'll do just that with a little help from his friends.
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This story is basically a re-write of a greentext I wrote under the pen name PhenoBarbieDoll. Don't know why anyone would want spoilers, but I can provide a link to the original if asked.
There will also be Youtube links to songs throughout the story. They aren't required listening, but might help with the ambiance and getting into the feel of the story.
Amon glanced across the aisle to the green-haired girl that had addressed him out of the blue. Fairly familiar, he still had a hard time placing her. Definitely cute, if on the shorter side. He pulled an earbud out, glanced around, then pointed to himself with a quizzical expression on his face. Used to his nondescript existence, he was surprised when the girl nodded with a smile.
Looking the girl up and down, Amon couldn’t place the uniform she was wearing. ‘Not from my school, then…’ He thought to himself. He couldn’t help feeling it suited her pretty well, though.
The slight feeling of familiarity, and her general easiness on the eyes prompted him to respond to her. There was something about her, beyond her encouraging smile, that convinced him to crawl out of his shell.
“Oh, umm, my friend Vinyl made a mix for me. She’s a DJ. Mostly, you know, her stuff.” Amon gave the girl an only moderately awkward smile. She nodded, her fingers picking at the hem of her skirt distractedly.
‘White…’ Amon noted absently as her skirt rode up with her fidgeting. He filed this away in the depths of his mind, more actively wondering why she seemed so nervous.
‘Pretty girl strikes up a conversation… Isn’t it MY job to be nervous?’ Strangely enough, Amon only felt curious. He still couldn’t place her, but the sense of catching something out of the corner of your eye was exactly what he was getting from her.
“I’m Lemon. You go to Ponyville, huh?”
Snapping back to reality and meeting her eyes again, Amon nodded, leaning across to offer his hand. Lemon gave his hand a look before taking it in a light shake, and Amon noted the slight timidity in the gesture. ‘Seems I make her nervous,’ he thought, fighting down a smirk. ‘She might be fun to tease…’
“I’m Amon, and you don’t, huh? Didn’t think I recognized the uniform. Where do you go?” Lemon seemed to fidget for a few moments again, obviously nervous and doing her best to seem confident.
“Crystal Prep...” She murmured after a few minutes, seeming to wince at the admission before looking up to meet Amon’s eyes again.
Amon nodded slowly, humming in the affirmative as he regarded the girl. The name didn’t ring any bells, but he knew that there were quite a few schools in the area, a city as large as Canterlot hardly being able to be served by just one.
“Never heard of it,” Amon noted, rubbing his chin in thought. “Oh well, pretty new in town, so I guess that’s not a huge surprise.”
Lemon stared at him incredulously, causing Amon to start his own little dance of awkwardness, her eyes trapping him with their intensity. Deciding a change of subject was in order, Amon pointed out the girls headphones, cocking his head slightly.
“Uh, anyway, what are YOU listening to, Lemon?” He gave her a sickly grin, knowing full well that his segue was pretty transparent. ‘Nice save, swaglord…’ Amon thought to himself, grimacing slightly at his social ineptitude. Surprisingly, his comment seemed to do the trick as Lemon blushed, fumbling with her iPod.
After a few swipes, she pulled her headphones off, offering them to Amon with a more confident smile. ‘Suits her…’ Amon thought as he accepted the headphones. Their fingers brushed against each other lightly as she handed them off, and Amon tried not to blush too furiously at the unexpected contact.
‘Weird…’ Amon thought to himself as he settled the headphones over his ears. He might not be some kind of Casanova, but it was unusual for him to respond so strongly to such a casual touch. He was pondering this development as Lemon hit the play button.
Amon lurched back slightly as the heavy guitar riffs assaulted his ears. It wasn’t what he’d been expecting, but as he got used to it, his head slowly started to bob to the beat. He glanced up at Lemon, seeing a slightly hopeful yet worried expression on her face and smiled, giving her a thumbs up before hunching forward and closing his eyes to focus on the music. As the song came to an end, he opened his eyes and looked up at a happily smiling Lemon.
"That's pretty good. Who is it? I'm pretty sure I haven't heard them before." He handed the headphones back to Lemon, not surprised this time as his fingers slid over hers. He was pretty sure he was keeping any outward signs hidden, but he couldn’t hide the fact that his heartbeat seemed to have kicked up a notch from himself.
“Oh, that’s Sepultura. They’re pretty heavy, right dude? Pretty ancient, but most of the best stuff came out before we were even born, right?” She seemed to nod along to her own points, her headphones clutched in her lap as her eyes flicked back and forth between them and his face. Not particularly disagreeing with her, Amon nodded back.
“Sure, I guess. I’d say there’s still plenty of good stuff coming out now, though. You just have to wade through the garbage to pick out the gems.” Amon shrugged lightly. There were exceptions to every rule.
“Totally, but there’s just so much garbage…” Lemon noted, waving her hand in front of her face as if she were trying to clear away a foul stench. Looking back at Amon, she gave him a wink and chuckled.
It’s not the kind of laugh Amon expected. It was deep and throaty, and a little wild. ‘Hot…’ Amon can’t keep from thinking to himself as his heartbeat picked up a little more.
"So, I shared. It's your turn, Amon." Lemon gestured impatiently toward Amon's iPod. Which was currently in his lap. His mind started going to strange, inappropriate places as he scrolled through his songs, looking for something she might like. The fact that a cute girl was basically making hurry up gestures at his junk wasn’t lost on him, and he hoped she didn’t notice the slight blush lighting up his cheeks. Finally finding something that might suit her tastes, he glanced up.
"Mind if I borrow your headphones?" Amon asked while unplugging his earbuds. Looking at them critically, Amon found what he suspected might be there. He held them up for Lemon’s inspection. "Earwax..."
“Ha, gross.” Lemon let out another chuckle as she unplugged her headphones and handed it over to Amon. Jacking it in as she slid them over her ears, Amon hit the play button.
Lemon nodded along, seeming intrigued by the complicated rhythms and intricate riffs as her head started banging lightly. Amon found his gaze drawn to her lap again as she tapped out the drumbeat on her skirt, her fingers fluttering over the fabric.
“Cute…” Amon murmured as he watched her tongue poke out of the corner of her mouth in concentration.
Lemon’s head snapped up, staring at him incredulously as a heavy blush suffused her cheeks. Amon stared at her blankly, wondering absently how she heard him until he glanced down at his iPod.
‘Of course the song had to end right as I opened my big mouth…’ Amon mused, eyes wide as most of his brain preoccupied itself with possible ways to get out of this suddenly intensely awkward situation.
Slowly unplugging her headphones from his iPod, he took in her flustered expression, cheeks burning as she huffed lightly. Her mouth opened, but she seemed at a loss for words. Amon felt the bus start to slow down, and cast a surreptitious glance out the window. Exploding into motion, he leapt at the side door of the bus as it opened, blurting out the first thing that popped into his head.
“Gotta go Lemon this is my stop nice meeting you bye!”
Doing a passable combat roll onto the pavement, he barely kept a hold on his bag as he popped up into a sprint. ‘Just need to make it three blocks…’ He thought to himself. Glancing back, he saw Lemon hop off the bus in hot pursuit. Blanching slightly, Amon put on another burst of speed as he settled into a run.
He was no Rainbow Dash, but he WAS a member of the track team, and he was fairly certain he could outrun her. Unfortunately, another glance back told him he was probably wrong. Legs and arms pumping in unison, Lemon had already made up most of the gap between them. The furious look on her face told him he might be in trouble.
Kicking into a full sprint, Amon’s gaze darted around the familiar landscape before locking on the open gates of Ponyville High like a life-preserver. He was sure what little lead he had was slowly evaporating, sure it wasn’t his imagination that he could hear Lemon’s measured grunts slowly closing in on him from behind. Amon knew she was close enough that glancing back to check would spell his doom.
‘Shitshitshit..!’ Amon’s thoughts were a swirl chaos, fight or flight battling in his hindbrain, with the latter slowly winning out. As he approached the school, however, a familiar grey hairstyle picked out of the crowd gave him hope.
“Shitshitshit Octavia help!” He yelled as he shot past the surprised girl onto school grounds, but his elation was cut short as he felt himself being tackled from behind. Rolling across the lawn, Lemon somehow managed to maneuver them so that when they come to a stop, she was straddling him, pinning his arms to the ground.
‘Shit… She’s really fit.’ Amon thought inanely as he struggled underneath her, mostly in vain. The furious grin on her face was terrifying. ‘Wait. Grin..?’
Lemon leaned down so that her face was inches away from his, her sadistic grin never wavering.
“You’re pretty cute, yourself…” Leaning all the way down, she pecked him on the lips.
…
…
Amon blinked slowly as she backed off, completely confused.
“Wha-?” He remarked dumbly. That was all he managed to get out before Lemon was hauled bodily off him with an outraged squawk. He watched as Octavia spun the girl around, shoving her gently to keep her off balance and moving until she was all the way off campus.
“What is this all about, Preppy? That happens to be my friend you were just assaulting.” Octavia growled out. As the flustered Lemon tried to collect herself, a veritable wall of Ponyville students seemed to coalesce behind Octavia.
“Hey! I was just-” Octavia cut her off.
“Leaving.” Lemon slowly wilted under Octavia’s stern glare. She glanced past her to see Amon, who was just picking himself up off the ground with a poleaxed expression on his face.
“You’re mine, Amon! Sooner or later, I’m gonna get you, dude!” With that parting shot, Lemon turned around and walked off, trying to smooth down her rumpled uniform. Giving a satisfied nod, Octavia turned back to Amon, dusting him off.
“What on earth was that about?” Octavia asked, concern evident in her voice. Taking in Amon’s disheveled appearance and befuddled expression, her concerns only grew at his next comment,
“I’m not really sure, myself…” Bringing a hand up, Amon absently brushed his fingers over his recently kissed lips. Octavia’s forehead crinkled with concern.
“Well, you should probably stay clear of those Crystal Prep students. Our schools have something of an, unfriendly rivalry, shall we say?” Octavia watched Amon nod absently in the affirmative, mumbling something reassuring. She assumed he was still shook up from the tackle, but worried there might be something deeper going on.
Amon’s thought were paralleling her own, still trying to sort out the jumble of thoughts and emotions he found himself tightly entwined in. Wandering off toward the school building, he left a still worried Octavia to watch him go.
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The rest of the day passed in a blur for Amon. He made it to all of his classes. He was pretty sure of that. As for what went on in them, well, he hoped there wasn’t a test coming up.
Track practice, on the other hand, was a complete wash.
As Amon picked himself up from the third hurdle he’d managed to not quite hurdle, he saw his coach approaching from the sidelines. Bristling slightly, Amon’s coach looked him up and down, then tossed a towel at him.
“Your head’s not in the game, Amon. Hit the showers. I’m keepin’ you late tomorrow to make up for it, though, so straighten up and fly right by then, yeah?” Used to his coach’s brusque manner, Amon grimaced slightly before nodding. He pulled the hurdle upright again, then trotted off toward the locker room, head down and muttering.
“Ugh, great. Extra practice. What a day this is shaping up to be. And, that Lemon…” Still murmuring to himself under his breath, Amon stripped down, tossed his clothes at his locker and headed into the showers.
Turning a shower on, he walked back into the locker room to grab some soap. The intervening time served to let the water heat up, so he stepped into a stream of heavenly heat.
Dunking his head under the stream and letting it fall over him, his mind played back the events of that morning, and he found himself unable to get the look on Lemon’s face out of his head. ‘You’re mine… That’s what she said. She didn’t look angry, she looked… Hungry?’
Amon let the water cascade over him as he mused. Lemon had seemed nice, and was definitely cute, as his own stupid mouth had attested to. They seemed to hit it off up til that. He wouldn’t have taken her for the rocker type, but then again, he hadn’t expected her to outrun him and pin him down either, had he?
She was a pretty interesting girl, that Lemon… Amon found himself thinking he might be interested in finding out a bit more about her.
And then there was that panty shot he was less and less sure she’d accidentally given him. And that kiss… Amon failed to notice as a blush rose up in his cheeks. Among other things.
Amon knew it was just a peck on the lips, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that it was just the tip of the iceberg. He started to think he might not be so grateful that Octavia was so quick to yank her off of him. Thinking back, a clearer mental picture formed of the situation, and he came to a startling realization.
‘She was… She was practically riding me like a cowgirl! And, she was wearing a skirt…’ The blush crept up slowly over his cheeks as he ran the situation through his mind again, accompanied by some other more noticeable reactions from his anatomy...
Still washing himself slowly, he failed to notice a few more guys from practice entering the locker room. Showering quickly, most of them left, but one in particular held back.
Flash Sentry had noticed Amon when he came in at first, and was surprised to see he was still showering after Flash had finished. Being one of Amon’s better friends, Flash decided to mosey over and see what’s up.
He was NOT expecting Amon to turn to the side as he approached, revealing a raging hard-on. Blanching, Flash took a half step back, slightly shocked, but an evil idea suddenly popped into his head. Sneaking silently up behind Amon, grinning in anticipation, Flash reached past the oblivious guy to the shower nozzle.
“Jeez, Amon, put that thing away before you put someone’s eye out.” Flash noted casually as he flipped the shower from steaming hot to full blast cold. Amon came back to reality just in time to get the full dose.
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“And we will never speak of this again.” Amon noted, rubbing his smarting fist while he looked down on the sprawled out Flash. He knew he probably struck a pretty imposing figure, being fairly tall, well built, and glowering down on the other young man. Being stark naked might take a bit away from the gravitas, though...
“You got it, Amon. No mentioning that you popped a stiffy in the boys showers. And definitely no mentioning that you scream like a little school girl…” Amon’s glower cranked up a few notches as he cracked his knuckles and growled.
“Seriously, Flash, I will hurt you.” Flash cringed slightly, then chuckled nervously and rubbed his sore side. The grin never left his face, though, and he made a calming gesture with his hands.
“Okay, easy there, tiger. My lips are sealed.” Amon sighed in relief, reached a hand down and pulled Flash up when he grasped it. Grunting as he regained his feet again, Flash felt his ribs gingerly before mock-punching Amon in the shoulder.
“Got a mean left hook there, Amon. Wouldn’t have expected it.” He then leaned in, a grin halfway between lecherous and conspiratorial plastered across his face. Amon drew back slightly, half expecting what was coming next and letting out a sigh.
“So, what got you all hot under the collar, eh? Finally got the hots for someone?” Flash waggled his eyebrows, his grin seeming to take over his whole face. Amon groaned, doing a passable facepalm. Flash was one of the first friends Amon had made after transferring in this year, and it seemed like he’d made it his personal mission from day one to hook Amon up with someone. Amon found this slightly amusing sometimes, and incredibly exasperating at others.
“Come on, Amon, a guy can tell. Who’s the lucky girl?” Flash egged him on, leaning in to elbow him in the side a few times. Knowing this could go on for days, Amon decided after a quick deliberation to just get it out of the way.
“Well, actually, I met this girl from Crystal Prep today…” Amon is surprised when Flash holds up a hand, a pained grimace on his face. Tapping his foot absently, Flash sets his hands on his hips, hunches over slightly and gives Amon a conciliatory look.
“Amon, that’s a bad move. Those preps are bad news. It’s your call, but if you date a preppy, you’re gonna catch hell.” Amon gives Flash an incredulous look, and gets a shrug in return.
“Umm, why? Octavia said something about an unfriendly rivalry, but that’s just ridiculous.” Amon notes absently that it might make more sense that he’d never seen a Crystal Prep student before if they weren’t welcome around, but the idea just clashes inside him. ‘Disliking someone for no other reason than that they go to school somewhere else?’ Flash looked to either side, then leaned in, motioning Amon closer. Rolling his eyes at Flash’s antics, Amon leaned in as well.
“Rumor has it, they killed some girl from here…”
“Bullshit.” Amon’s immediate and brutal shutdown rocked Flash back slightly.
“Umm, they kidnapped and brainwashed some kids?”
Amon was moments away from slapping Flash silly. ‘Does he think I’m an idiot?’
“Try again.” Amon said flatly, crossing his arms over his chest. Flash chuckled, his serious mien evaporating as he pulled back and rubbed his head ruefully.
“Okay, okay. So they poached some really good athletes from here because their academic program is more ‘highly regarded’. Plus, they’re jerks, right?” Amon regarded his friend for a few seconds before he rubbed his forehead tiredly.
“Flash, that’s fucking stupid.”. Flash shrugged, as if say ‘what can you do?’ He set a hand on Amon’s shoulder, giving his friend an aggrieved smile before saying his piece.
“I don’t make the rules, Amon. This has been going on for a long time,” Flash gave Amon a look of concern. “Look, do what you want, but if you date a preppy you keep it on the down low.”
Amon frowned, but Flash seems to be perfectly serious. This was so incredibly stupid he was having a hard time believing it. He hadn’t thought Flash was the kind of guy to let a prejudice like this control his actions.
“Look, Flash, Lemon is-” Amon was cut off by an exaggerated yelp from Flash. Hopping backwards, Flash waved him off in an almost comically overblown fashion.
“No names! Plausible Deniability! I know Natheeeeng!” Amon looked on, stunned into silence as Flash scampered out of the shower room, hands over his ears. He stood there for a few moments.
“...You’re a strange guy, Flash.” Amon muttered, then chuckled at his friend’s antics. It didn’t take long for the moment of levity to fade, though, and Amon’s mood again darkened as he contemplated what Flash told him.
“Bullshit…” Amon shook his head, walked back out into the locker room and grabbed a towel to dry off. He slowly changed into street clothes and left the gym. He walked across campus, waved absently to a few friends who apparently thought it was best to leave him to it after they saw the look on his face, and managed to lose himself in thought again.
He wasn’t sure what to think. Would his friends really disapprove of a girl he liked just because she went to Crystal Prep? He thought the answer might actually be yes, which was a bit sobering.
Amon was having a hard time believing that something so stupid could influence people, but a nagging voice in his head reminded him that far stupider things had caused far worse.
Mulling these thoughts over as he made his way to the bus terminal, he noted that it had just pulled up.
“Well, fuck all that, I like who I like.” Amon said to himself as he stepped onto the bus. He blinked, surprised by his choice of words. ‘Wait, I don’t even know this girl, and now I like her? I think I might be counting my chickens a bit before they hatch...
“Funny, that, so do I.” Amon’s head jerked up at the familiar voice, then he felt arms slide around his neck. He was jerked sideways into a seat, the arms settling into a firm headlock. Too surprised to even struggle, and still a bit unsure of where he stood, his reply to the assault was understandably lame.
“Um, hi again, Lemon…” Amon tried halfheartedly to break the hold, but lemon’s grip was solid. She had him. He felt legs wrap around his waist, and looked down to see that Lemon had locked her ankles around him. He tried to swallow the lump he suddenly found in his throat with little success.
“Comfy? Good,” Lemon moved on without waiting for a reply. “So, what the hell was the big idea of sicking that Silverback on me this morning, dude?” Amon blinked, wracked his brain for a few moments, and came up empty. What was she even going on about?
“Uh, Silverback? What are you talking about?” He let out a slight wince as Lemon adjusted her grip, her arm tightening slightly around his throat, and stilled.
“The freakishly strong gorilla-woman with the grey hair?” Amon thought this over for a few seconds, then suddenly burst out laughing. Lemon shifted around behind him again, but her grip didn’t tighten.
“Dude, interrogation here? You’re totally ruining the ambiance!” Amon could hear the pout in her voice and tried to stifle his laughter, but it was impossible at this point as visions of a gorilla sipping tea and playing a cello ran through his mind.
“Sorry, sorry, just, picturing Octavia as a gorilla struck me as hilarious. She’s so prim and proper, it’s like a total dichotomy.” Amon managed to quiet his chuckles finally, just as Lemon relaxed her headlock on him. She let her arms fall over his shoulders and crossed them over his chest. Amon gulped, feeling like the situation had suddenly gone from tense to strangely intimate.
“Well, she didn’t seem all prim and proper when she bodily picked me up and shoved me around like a kindergartener…” Lemon groused, shifting against his back irritably. “So that’s Octavia…” Amon heard, although given the softness of her voice, he wasn’t sure if she’d meant for him to. Filing that away, Amon decided to try to explain as best he could.
“She thought you were trying to kick my ass. I thought you were trying to kick my ass, at least at first.” Amon heard Lemon scoff.
“For calling me cute? What kind of girls are you hanging out with, Amon?” Amon froze as he felt Lemon rest her chin on his collarbone. He glanced over to see her smirking at him, bright yellow eyes cheekily peering into his own, and his cheeks colored slightly. He shrugs uncomfortably, fleeting thoughts of Rainbow Dash, Applejack and Vinyl Scratch running through his mind’s eye.
“Err, I guess I run with a rough crowd?” Lemon raised an eyebrow at this, but let it pass.
“Right, well, let’s put all that behind us and get to the good stuff. You’re cute, Amon.” He freezes as she playfully licks his cheek. ‘What. The. Hell…’ She chuckled at the blank expression he gave her, and he felt her press a bit more firmly into his back.
“Um, thanks Lemon, I think you’re interesting, too,” Panic robbed him of any eloquence as he felt her shift around behind him, her arms pulling until he felt himself lean back into her slightly. “I mean, I’m interested in you. Uh, that’s, I mean…”
Amon trailed off embarrassedly. He feared the more he opened his mouth the deeper a hole he was going to dig himself. Lemon seemed to have other ideas, however, and hugged him closer to her as her back bumped into the window behind her.
“Hmm, hmm, I’m interesting and you’re interested, eh? Well, you sure know how to cut right to the chase, don’t you dude?” Lemon chuckled into his neck. ‘Sultry. That’s the word,’ Amon thought to himself. His cheeks burst into flames, or so it seemed to him anyway, as he finally recognized the promises behind that laugh. He tried to put on a casual attitude, but he had a feeling the hands crossed over his heart could feel just how fast it was beating.
“Sorry about this morning, Lemon. I kinda panicked.” Amon fidgeted a little. Not that this wasn’t kind of awesome, but it was going kind of fast. He sat up straight as Lemon suddenly nibbled on his collarbone. ‘Whoa, that’s nice.’ Amon’s brain was going a little sideways. He was slowly coming to grips with the fact that there was a girl wrapped around him, nibbling.
“Apology totally accepted, Amon. So?” Amon glanced back at Lemon, that glint of mischief still twinkling in her eyes. She looked back at him expectantly, a smile on her lips as she cocked her head.
“Um, so, what?” Lemon blinked at him, then rolled her eyes in exasperation.
“So, how long is it going to take you to ask me out? Kinda putting myself way out here, dude.” Amon mentally slapped himself. He could see the shade of doubt that lurked behind her confidant grin now that he was looking for it.
"Friday, sixth street, five o'clock, there's a movie marathon at the Grande. Old Sci-fi stuff. Gattaca, The Black Hole, 2001, that kind of thing. Sound fun?" Lemon nodded, and her smile bloomed as she gave Amon a peck on the cheek.
“That sounds great, Amon, but that’s three whole days away. What are you doing, like, right now?” He gulped as Lemon’s legs squeezed him just a bit tighter. His mind seemed to catch on fire as her hands started rubbing his chest lightly.
“Nothing important at all!” Amon practically shouted, drawing a few more looks from the other bus passengers. He was suddenly aware that while most had been pointedly ignoring them, a few kids from Ponyville High seemed to have noticed Lemon’s uniform. Amon thanked his lucky stars that he had decided to change into street clothes instead of back into his uniform. He was still pretty new at the school, and while he recognizes one or two of the Ponyville kids, he didn’t see that same spark of recognition from them.
“Actually, getting off this bus right now is what I’m doing. Care to join me?” Lemon shrugged and unwrapped herself from around Amon.
“Sure thing, dude.” He turned to face her, only to see her face inches from his, and getting closer.
Amon’s eyes widened slightly before he moved in to meet her.
Since the invention of the kiss, there have only been five kisses that have been rated the most passionate, the most pure. This one left them all behind.
Naw, just fucking with you. This kiss was awkward as hell. Zero coordination. Amon went in for a sweet, gentle kiss, his hand moving up to cup Lemon’s cheek. Lemon, on the other hand, already had a hand wrapped in his hair and seemed to be trying to smash their heads together. Amon's mouth smacked into Lemons, and she bit her tongue that was already halfway out of her mouth. Amon and Lemon both reared backward, clutching their mouths. They looked at each other for a few seconds, then burst out laughing.
"Letth tly thah again laler." Lemon garbled out, looking down at her hand to see if there was any blood. Her tongue fucking hurt! Amon nodded, then snaked his head forward and kissed Lemon on her neck, just above the collar of her uniform. He used a little suction, not enough to leave a hickey, but enough that she knew he could have if he had wanted to. Amon unlatched from her neck, but before he backed off he gently blew on her, causing Lemon to coo lightly.
"Ooh, Amon has some moves." Lemon joked quietly, still reveling in the shivers he had just sent up her back.
"Yes, my repertoire extends beyond 'attack face'." Amon gently bopped Lemon on the nose before standing up as the bus slowed down. He offered Lemon a hand up, which she brushed aside, sticking her abused tongue out at him. They stepped off the bus as the door opened, and Lemon wrapped an arm around Amon's back. He followed suit.
"Where to, Lemon?" She shrugged, her hand running up and down Amon's side as they walked toward nowhere in particular.
"Wherever, dude. Coffee? Want to get something to eat?" Amon pondered this for a second. He drummed his fingers on Lemon's side absently, not noticing that she was developing a hitch in her step.
"Coffee sounds good. I'm kinda on a diet." Lemon snorted at that, and Amon grimaced at the prospect of having to, yet again, explain his dietary needs to someone.
"You're on a diet? What kinda guy goes on diets?" Amon frowned down at Lemon, at the same time noticing that she was actually fairly short. Sure, he’d noticed it it before, but with her right next to him like this, he was able to make a real comparison without her larger-than-life personality skewing his perceptions.
"The athletic kind, that needs to carbo-load, which is kind of gross to watch." Amon figured he actually had almost a foot on Lemon. She couldn’t be much over five feet tall, and he was just over six. 'There's a lot of power packed into that little frame, though.' Amon thought to himself with a grin.
"Amon, I outran you, and you're on the track team. Doesn't that give you a fair idea that I'm something of a sporto, too?" Lemon said, looking up at him with a raised eyebrow. Amon blinked, the gears turning in his head before he slowly nodded.
"Well, sure, nobody runs like you do without training. Honestly it just hadn't clicked. You run for Crystal Prep?" Lemon's step faltered for a second, and Amon unconsciously shifted his arm to support her. Lemon's gait straightened out, and Amon returned to absently drumming his fingers on her side as they walked.
After a few blocks of silence, Amon noticed Lemon hadn't answered his question, and looked down at her curiously. She was beet red, and seemed to be breathing a bit heavily. Her steps were a little shaky, too. Slightly alarmed, Amon stopped walking, bringing Lemon up short.
"Lemon, are you ok? You look like you have a fever or something..." Lemon looked up at Amon. Her eyes were a little hazy, but her lips quirked up at the corners as she ran her arm up and down his side a few times before responding.
"Just enjoying the walk, and the company, Amon." As she said this she bit her lip slightly, and the expression was enough to melt Amon’s heart, even if he didn’t know the cause.
'Huh.' Amon wasn’t sure what to make of it all, and his nervous finger drumming sped up in perturbation. Lemon shuddered slightly and bit her lip harder. Amon was surprised she hadn't drawn blood yet. Turning toward her, he put his hands on her shoulders, which caused a disappointed look to flit across her face.
"Okay, tell me what's wrong, Lemon." Lemon sighed, fists going to her hips as she gave Amon a slightly vexed look.
"Nothing's wrong Amon, you've just been drumming your fingers on my tit for the last ten minutes." Amon gaped at her. He even went so far as to turn her to his side again before reaching back around her and see where his hand ended up. 'How long are your arms, you fucking retard!'
Sure enough, When Amon circled his arm around Lemon’s back, his hand seemed to land just under her left breast. 'And when she stumbled, I shifted my grip on her. Up...' Amon’s face burst into crimson as he snatched his hand back, turning toward her again and struggling to meet her eyes.
"Wow, I am really, just, incredibly stupid. And sorry, very sorry." Amon wrung his hands nervously. His cruel, evil hands that would require punishment and purification after the vile acts one had committed. He tried to gauge Lemon’s reaction to his sins, but she just looked slightly exasperated.
"Dude, I told you nothing was wrong. I'm honestly more annoyed that you stopped than that you did it in the first place. So, back to funtimes walkies?" Lemon held out her arm to him while gesturing forward with the other, impatience clear on her face with a clear undercurrent of nervousness.
'I've known this girl for less than a day...' Amon pondered his options, which basically consisted of being a moral gentleman and refusing her request, or feeling up a nice girl that liked him. Surprisingly enough, it took longer than ten seconds for him to slowly reach back around Lemon and, well, not quite grab her tit. More, rest his hand on it. Lemon nodded purposefully, her cheeks flushing slightly being the only sign that she was even the smallest bit embarrassed, before digging into a pocket in her jacket and pulling out her iPod.
"Can I borrow your earbuds, Amon? We can listen to some music while we walk.” Amon shrugged carefully, reached into his pocket and disconnecting the earbuds from his iPod before pulling them out and starting to meticulously clean them on the hem of his shirt..
After about a minute of Amon trying to remove every molecule of earwax from the buds, Lemon growled and snatched them from him. She immediately ground them into her ears, twisting them around a bit before pulling one out and handing it to a startled Amon.
"There, now you can have ear cooties to go with the mouth and tit cooties you've already contracted from me. Sheesh." Lemon plugged the earbuds into her iPod, waited for Amon to gingerly put his in, then pressed play.
Amon found it incredibly difficult to keep walking normally now that he's realized every person he passes is watching him feel up a beaming Lemon. 'If we walk by a cop, is he gonna arrest us for public indecency or something?' His eyes darted from face to face as they passed people on the street, but instead of finding outrage, all he seemed to see were amused smiles or slightly embarrassed avertings of gazes. Lemon’s positively giddy presence pressed against him was also doing wonders in distracting him from the ridiculous situation he’d found himself in.
Amon eventually focused on the music, using it to drown out the many tiny voices in his head telling him this is not smart things he was doing here. Lemon, on the other hand, was more than happy to let Amon get focused on the music.
Mostly because he'd unconsciously picked out the drum line and had resumed his finger tapping. Lemon eventually led them to a Cafe she knew after what felt to Amon like walking across half the town. She steered them over to a booth, scooted in and pulled Amon in after her. He eyed the privacy curtain the booth had with an ominous feeling in his gut.
"So, what's good here, Lemon?" She gave him a sinister smile.
"The booth..."
Amon squirmed under her gaze as she leaned toward him, licking her lips and seeming to size him up like a prime cut of steak. He was ‘saved’ by a waitress walking over to the booth, giving Lemon a little wave while eyeing Amon.
The music in Amon's right ear stopped as Lemon leaned back, hitting the pause button with an exaggerated pout before she looked up at the waitress and smiled.
"Heya Lemon, Mister. What can I do ya for tonight?" The waitress asked after pulling a chewed up pencil out of the corner of her mouth and smacking her pad with it lightly. She looked to be in her mid twenties, freckles lightly dotting her face and smile lines faint around her eyes. Her dual-toned red and gold hair seemed a little frazzled, but Amon thought she looked confidently happy in her job.
'Tonight?' Amon finally noted what she’d actually said and pulled out his phone, the display reading six twenty-two. 'I didn't realize it was that late. We really must have walked halfway across town.'
"Hey Noon. This is Amon." Noon, as the waitress' name turned out to be, gave Amon another glance as the smile bloomed on her face. Crossing her arms and tapping her cheek with her pencil, she looked him up and down appraisingly.
"Oh ho, so this is Amon..." Noon murmured, her eyes sliding past him slightly as her smile turned into an amused smirk. Amon turned to Lemon as he noticed movement out of the corner of his eye, and saw she was making cease motions with her hand at Noon. He cocked an eyebrow at her as she gave him an embarrassed grin, but decided not to comment for now.
"Umm, just some menus for now, and waters?" She glanced at Amon questioningly after addressing Noon, who nodded.
"Sure thing dears, I'll be right back." Noon walked back toward the wait-station, leaving Lemon and Amon to themselves. Lemon fidgeted a bit before sliding a bit closer to Amon, who decided after a bit of thought and a slight blush that putting an arm around her wouldn't be a bad idea.
"So, I didn't think I was such a personage in this town that a waitress in a cafe I've never been in would know me by name..." Lemon squirmed before she looked up at Amon with a slightly worried look.
"Well, you see, about that..."
Another voice interjected suddenly, causing Lemon and Amon to look over to the entrance of the booth.
"So, Lemon, you finally got the Ponyville slag to notice you? What'd you do, flash him?"
Anon bristled at the mere sight of this girl. Dressed in a pristine Crystal Prep uniform, the expression on her face dripped venom directed partly at him, but mostly at Lemon. Amon looked back at Lemon for some kind of explanation, but the obviously shocked and dismayed look she was giving the girl made his mind up then and there..
"Nope, you can get right the fuck out of here." Anon said softly and started to slide out of the booth. He brushed off Lemon's halfhearted attempt to stop him. Sliding all the way out, he stepped in front of the new girl and put himself in between her and Lemon. He crosses his arms over his chest and glared at the girl, cutting her off as she started to say something else.
"Okay, I don't know who you are..." Amon started, and the girl smirked at him viciously, setting a hand daintily on her chest.
"Well, I'm-" Amon raises a hand to stop her from continuing. The look in his eyes seemed to give her pause, and she slowly closed her mouth, her posture becoming a bit more defensive.
"Sorry, let me rephrase that. I don't CARE who you are. You're upsetting my girlfriend. Go away." The girl looked at Amon, seemingly speechless. She obviously wasn’t used to being treated like this. 'Must be some kind of big shot at Crystal,' Amon reasoned, looking at a girl that, in his eyes, was rarely stymied in getting exactly what she wanted. Seeming to have gotten back a bit of her vitriol, the girl looked at Amon uncertainly.
"And what exactly are you going to do if I don't, Amon?" He shrugged before taking a step closer to the girl that somehow knew his name and loomed over her. He didn’t make any threatening gestures, just invaded her personal space and looked down at her with a bored expression.
"Simple. I'll remove you." Amon said flatly, his expression bland and unchanging as he stared the girl down. 'Poker face, Amon! Poker face time!' He knew he wasn’t actually going to lay a finger on this girl, but hopefully she wouldn’t figure that out.
"Y-you wouldn't d-d-dare!" The girl stammered out as she took an involuntary step backward. Amon matched her step, keeping right up on her as he started to glare. The girl’s eyes rounded as she took in his aggressive look, unable to find any cracks in the facade. Amon’s next words were the proverbial straw to the camel’s back.
"Try me."
With an audible eep, the girl turned tail and barely kept herself under a run as she left the Cafe, nearly running down a surprised Noon. Amon let out a relieved breath, cracked his neck to release the tension that had built up in it, and turned around to slip back into the booth with Lemon.
"That. Was. Awesome!" Lemon burst out as Amon moved back in next to her. He turned to her, giving her a tired look as he slumped down slightly.
"No it wasn't. I'd rather not browbeat a girl into fleeing in terror. Only reason I did was you seemed terrified of her. So, we're going to order some food, eat it, then you're going to explain why everyone seems to know who I am, and what that girl’s issue is." Lemon seemed to shrink in on herself, and Amon reached over to put an arm around her shoulder. This seemed to calm her down, and she looked back up at him with a grin on her face.
"So, I'm your girlfriend, now?" Amon's face instantly lit up in a blush. He hemmed and hawed as Lemon’s grin grew wider and wider. Rubbing the back of his neck, he finally managed to get out a few words with a guilty smile stubbornly etched into his features.
"Ah, well, you know, it uh, it sounded better that way..." Lemon cut Amon off by leaning up and kissing him. There was no unneeded force behind this one, and after a moment of surprise, Amon reciprocated, cupping Lemon's chin and pulling her in closer with his other arm. It was about at the point that Lemon started to straddle Amon's thigh that a polite cough brought the two back to reality. Breaking off the kiss with faces red with embarrassment, they both turned to see an uncomfortable looking Noon holding a pitcher of water and two glasses, menus tucked into the front of her apron.
"Ah, heh, hey there you two, I'll just leave these things here and come back when you're ready to order." Noon placed their waters and put the menus down in front of them, backing out and pointedly pulling the curtain shut behind her. Lemon glowed with shame as she slumped forward, her head hitting the table with a dull thud and a clatter of silverware.
"How could I forget the curtain? Half the restaurant probably saw me crawling all over yooooooouuuuu..." Lemon groaned out, slowly lifting her head to let it thump back down into the table a few times. Amon just shrugged before lightly patting her back a few times.
"Dinner and a show?" He picked up his menu and started looking through it casually, only to get whacked on the side of head by Lemon's. He turned toward her with a grin, seeing anger and amusement had replaced the shame she’d been so recently wallowing in.
"Not funny Amon, I like this cafe, I'd rather not get banned from it, dude." Amon nodded slowly, unable to keep a grin off his face as he picked out a few items from the menu. The selection was pretty good, but he wished there’d been some nutritional info next to the items. He’d just have to guess and hope he was hitting somewhere near his targets.
"You know what you're getting, Lemon?" She nodded. She knew the menu here by heart. Reaching over and pulling the curtain back, Amon caught Noon's eye. She made her way over, they ordered what seemed like enough food for a party of four and handed back their menus. Pulling her iPod out, Lemon offered an earbud to Amon, and he slipped it into his ear without protest. Lemon picked out another track and pressed play.
Amon pulled Lemon slowly down into his arms and she let him, her head laying against his chest as she let out a contented sigh. He was still surprised how easily he'd fallen into this state of casual intimacy with Lemon. 'I feel like we've been dating for weeks. I don't think I was ever this comfortable with my last girlfriend, and we dated for almost a year…’
Amon shifted uncomfortably at the thought. He knew that wasn’t a good thought to dwell on. He felt Lemon take one of his hands in her own and stroke it gently, and was glad when the sensation distracted him from his earlier thoughts.
"So, I've got a confession to make, Amon." He grunted, reaching up his free hand to stroke Lemon's hair absently. He felt a slight shudder from the girl pressed so tightly against him, followed by a pleased chuckle as she squeezed his hand.
"I figured as much. Let's wait until after we eat, though, okay? I don't know about you, but I could eat a horse right now.” Amon felt Lemon nod against his chest, and planted a quick kiss on the top of her head. After a few more minutes like this, their food arrived and they set to ravenously, after a bit of complaining from Lemon about not wanting to get up.
Eventually they finished the seemingly unhealthy amount of food, both slightly impressed with the others’ ability to put it away, and Noon came by to clear their plates.
"You two need some time, right darlin'?" Lemon nodded, smiling in thanks as Noon backed out of the booth space, closing the curtain behind her again. With a sigh, Lemon turned back to Amon, who was regarding her neutrally.
"So, what is it? Did we pull a Spotless Mind and erase each other from our memories or something?” Amon gave what he hoped was a calming smile to Lemon, who sputtered at the suggestion.
"Come on Amon, this is real life, not some movie." Lemon bit her lip, obviously unsure where to start, but eventually seemed to gather her courage.
"You remember that meet you had a while ago, where Misty fell and got a really bad sprain?" Amon thought back as Lemon looked at him pensively. ‘That had been, two months ago or so, right?’
"Sure, I blew my race ‘cause I decided it was more important to get Misty to the medical tent, and ran off the course to help her. I shaved about thirty seconds off the time it would've taken the medics to get her there.” Amon rolled his eyes at the futility of the gesture while Lemon nodded, scooting back over to Amon and laying her head on his shoulder. He slid an arm around her back and she settled into his side.
"Well, I was there. I was actually scouting for Crystal Prep, since that was yours and a couple other peoples' first meet. Anyway, I, umm, thought it was really cool how you just dropped what you were doing to go help Misty." Amon shrugged embarrassedly. He'd always considered that a bonehead move on his part. Rainbow had certainly given him an earful about it. He shook the thought out of his head and focused back on Lemon.
"Okay, so you were scouting. People do it all the time. Nothing wrong with sizing up your opponents." Lemon sighed, and started to fidget nervously with her hands.
"Well, sure. Except I might have asked my Captain to scout Ponyville from then on. And, maybe I asked around to find out what you were like incognito at your school…” Amon chuckled a bit. Seems he'd made quite an impression, but Lemon wasn't done. "And maybe I followed you home from school one day to figure out what your bus schedule was. I MIGHT have done that. And I suppose it's possible I started getting on your bus one stop before yours. Just a couple days a week."
'Huh, I have a stalker. That's a first.' Amon shifted a little bit. He was suddenly slightly less comfortable with the casual intimacy he’d been praising earlier. He thought about it for a few moments while the girl in his arms seemed to twitch at the slightest movement he made. ‘Lemon hasn't stabbed me yet, or mentioned how my eyeballs will make an excellent addition to her mantle's collection….’ Amon decided after some deliberation to give her the benefit of the doubt. ‘Besides, I can’t deny I feel a real connection with her, not matter how strange it is or quickly it came about.’
"I guess I made a pretty good impression, huh? No big deal, Lemon." She immediately relaxed against him, her hands ceasing to fidget as she let out a pent up breath. Amon gave her a reassuring squeeze.
"Dude, that's a weight off my chest all right. I was kind of freakin' out about you thinking I was some crazy stalker bitch." Amon chuckled, deciding to get a little bit of the revenge he was plotting for her right off the bat. He might have forgiven her behavior, but that didn’t mean he was going to let her live it down so easily...
"Well, I don't think you're a bitch, anyway." Lemon whacked him on the thigh with a squawk, prompting a few hearty chuckles.
"Hardy har, Amon, laugh it up. So, yeah, during my slightly stalkerish pursuit of you, I might have talked you up to like, everybody I know?" Lemon blushed lightly, and turned away from Amon in embarrassment. He leaned down and kissed the top of her head again, and Lemon chuckled in that sultry tone before continuing.
"So, yeah, I might have been giving my friends an earful about my many, and I repeat, many attempts to get you to notice me. Seriously, Amon, you can be so dense I'm surprised things don't get sucked into orbit around you." Amon just gave her a cocky grin.
"Didn't you?" Amon threw an arm out and puffed up his chest, declaiming grandly. "Lo, and so it shall be that the Lemon is pulled from her lofty height into the depths by Amon's irresistible gravity!" He finished his proclamation by blowing a raspberry. Lemon stared at Amon for a moment before bursting out in laughter. He chuckled a bit himself. After a few seconds, Amon noticed that Lemon's laughter was breaking down into little hiccups. He put a hand under her chin, turning her to face him, and noticed there are tears on her cheeks.
"Hey, what's wrong Lemon? Are you okay?" Lemon nodded quickly, hiccuping again slightly. She hastily knuckled the tears out of the corners of her eyes before looking back at him with a radiant smile.
"It's just, you know, I've been kind of obsessing over you for months. I've been thinking about what it'd be like to hang out with you, and talk with you, and kiss you..." Lemon trailed off for a moment, her face lighting up in a blush again. Amon looked down into her eyes, watching as little flecks of green seemed to swirl in the yellow pools.
"And chase me several blocks before tackling me to the ground?" Amon teased Lemon, earning himself another whack to the thigh but counting it well worth it as those eyes lit up.
"Hey, you have no idea how frustrating it all was, and then you finally talk to me, stick your whole foot in your mouth and try to scamper off like a stupid ninja." Lemon crossed her arms over her chest, huffing indignantly. "So I might've snapped a little. there was no way I was letting that be how our first interaction ended. You would've avoided me like the plague."
"...Aaand chasing me like a madwoman before tackling me would not make me do that?" Amon noted quietly, but Lemon just smiled at him and winked. He was finding it harder and harder to keep his attention focused on what Lemon was saying as opposed to the feelings he felt stirring inside him.
"No, but kissing you wouldn't. Like I said, I was kind of freaking out. I guess my brain decided to bring out the big guns." Amon resists the urge to hum 'You give love a bad name'. Barely.
"Well, it certainly threw me for a loop." Lemon chuckled again, turning into Amon and hugging him from the side. He settled his arms around her back with a breathy sigh.
"I'm just happy, dude. This afternoon's like, dream come true style." Amon smiled, but his expression slipped a bit as he recalled a certain incident from earlier.
"Well, except for that queen bitch. You still haven't cleared that little mystery up." Lemon hugged Amon a little harder, and lay her head back on his chest with a sigh. Rubbing his back slowly, she stayed silent for a bit, seeming to take comfort in their closeness.
"I was getting to that.” Lemon said slowly, tipping her head back to look back into Amon’s eyes. “She's one of the popular girls at Crystal. I guess someone blabbed to her that I was trying to get with you, and she's been tormenting me about it ever since." Amon frowned furiously. Lemon blanched as he literally growled for a moment.
"More of this Crystal Prep vs. Ponyville bullshit?" Amon muttered, grinding his teeth slightly as the subject reared it’s ugly head again. ‘Is this really a thing? God, it’s so stupid it’s hurting my brain…’ His arms tightened unconsciously around Lemon, and she nuzzled back into his chest with a pleased murmur.
"To put it bluntly. She actually told me I was 'staining the crystal clean reputation of our school with your infatuation with that slag.' That's a direct quote," Lemon shook her head slightly in disbelief. "I swear, she's some kind of Nazi." Amon suddenly had a picture flit through his mind, the girl in a similarly perfectly pressed Nazi uniform, goose stepping and throwing out a sig heil. It seemed eerily fitting.
"So, now I've scared the piss out of the Nazi overlord of Crystal Prep? Should I warn my family? Watch out for the Sturmabteilung?" Amon joked, prompting a weak chuckle from Lemon. She pulled her head back and arched an eyebrow at him, amusement written across her face.
"I think you're safe from the death squads, Amon. A bunch of Crystal Prep kids beating up a Ponyville student would kinda clash with their holier than thou image." Amon considered this, and the fact that it still might not be a bad idea to keep his head on a swivel. "No, they'll probably just keep trying to browbeat me into not seeing you anymore."
"Oh, well, if that's all." Amon piped up, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Hey, I'm a tough girl, Amon. I'm not gonna let a few repressed bitches and their boy toys get to me." Lemon smiled up at Amon, reaching up a hand to brush his cheek. He returned the smile, grasped her hand in his and kissed her palm.
"So, the party line is 'Fuck you, get a life'? I'm down with that. Basically what I was going to say if anyone at Ponyville gives me shit." Lemon nodded, and cooed as Amon kissed her palm again. She reversed his grip on her hand, interlacing her fingers in his from the back before pulling their hands down and laying Amon's palm on her upper thigh. She squeezed his hand, unlaced her fingers from his and started rubbing his chest, her fingers slipping between the buttons to play along the sparsely haired flesh underneath.
"That's what I was hoping, dude." Lemon said huskily, her eyes simmering with heat as she looked up at Amon. The look wasn’t hard to read, and as Amon’s cheeks flushed with heat, there was only one thought that seemed clear in the jumbled mess his head had become.
That sultry tone Amon had been hearing in Lemon's laugh all day crept into her voice, and the look she gave him was a heavy-lidded smirk. Amon's heartbeat kicked up a notch, and he clutched Lemon's thigh in reflex, causing her to bite her lip. Lemon leaned in to Amon's neck, nibbling playfully as she started to unbutton his shirt for easier access to his skin.
'Sh-shit, so fucking hot.' Amon thought, his hand rubbing slow circles on Lemon's thigh as his other hand slowly inched toward her chest. When he made contact with the front of her uniform she mewed lustily, biting Amon's neck a little harder.
Lemon had Amon's shirt mostly unbuttoned by now, and she was playing her fingers up and down his ribs, causing him to shiver. Amon traced his fingers hesitantly across Lemon's breasts before slowly moving his fingers to the buttons of her blazer. His fingers shook slightly before he took a deep breath, steadying them and popping the buttons open one by one. She immediately leaned forward, stripping the blazer off and tossing it aside before leaning back into him. Lemon finished unbuttoning Amon's shirt, her hand running over his flat stomach before moving down to his lower belly, her nails digging in as she moved her hand just above the waist of his pants.
Amon slipped a hand over Lemon's blouse, squeezing her breast lightly. He was immediately aware that she wasn't wearing a bra, and could feel her perky nipple straining against his palm through the fabric. As his other hand wandered slowly up Lemon's thigh, slipping under her skirt and starting to run lightly over her inner thigh, the hand on her breast trapped her nipple between it's middle and ring finger.
He rubbed her breast in slow circles, gently squeezing occasionally and drawing a pleased gasp from Lemon. She was panting now, too distracted to continue nuzzling Amon's neck, but the heavy hot breaths were just as sexy to him as the tongue and teeth.
Lemon slipped her other arm around behind Amon's back under his shirt. She reached up over his shoulder and dug her nails into him as her other hand kept running over his waist, finally slipping under the fabric of his pants. Amon grunted, his hands jerking in surprise. This caused Lemon to groan into his neck as his hand squeezed her breast a bit harder than he had been.
'Well, this isn't where I thought today was going to put me.' Amon thought inanely as his hand ran the rest of the way up Lemon's thigh and encountered her panties. He moved his hand lightly up the front of them before slipping the bottom of his palm under the band at the top. His fingers curled, flexing as he moved them across the flesh above Lemon's pussy. She groaned again, her breath catching as she felt Amon stimulate her. Without any more hesitation, she plunged her hand into Amon's pants, her fingers immediately encountering the top of his half-erect rod. Lemon's hand slid down his shaft, pushing it slightly to the side as she trapped it between her palm and his thigh, her middle and ring finger curling over the tip and squeezing as she rubbed her hand up and down.
It was Amon's turn to groan as he felt his dick fill with blood, his hand squeezing Lemon's breast hard as he slid his other hand down her mound, a finger on either side of her lower lips, causing them to curl apart. He squeezed his fingers together, pinching the lips lightly between them. She was already wet, and his fingers were coated in the juices that oozed out.
"Uungh... Shit, Amon." Lemon rasped out, her voice cracking on his name. She bit down on his collarbone while her fingers curled around his shaft, jerking up and down erratically. Amon gave her breast another squeeze before he moved his hand down to his waist, undoing his belt and popping the button on his jeans. He slowly slid the fly down to give Lemon easier access, flinching slightly at the unfortunately distinctive sound it made, but far too involved in what was happening to let that stop him.. As he moved his hand back up, he switched to her other breast, pinching the poor neglected nipple then palming it and squeezing.
Lemon grunted into his collarbone before she withdrew her hand from his pants, grabbing the waistband of his underwear and pulling them down to let his rod into the light. Getting an idea suddenly, Amon grinned as he flexed his groin while she did this, causing his dick to pop up and slap into his stomach with an audible smack.
Lemon's eyes opened wide in surprise, and she looked up at his face gazing down at her with a smirk on his lips. She turned her head with a gulp, looking down at his crotch. Amon wasn't hung like a horse or anything, but his shaft was a little bit shy of eight inches. Lemon licked her lips nervously, slipping her hand around the base of his cock. Her fingers wrapped around it with a little room to spare. As soon as she had her hand around his dick, Amon hooked a finger into Lemon's wet entrance. It slid in easily, the slippery tunnel gripping his digit as he ran it firmly back and forth over the top of her vaginal wall.
Lemon gasped, doubling over with a moan as her grip on Amon's dick became like a vice. He grunted, pulling her back upright with the hand on her breast, and leaned down to kiss her neck, alternatively nipping and blowing.
Amon slipped another finger inside Lemon and continued to slowly frig them in and out, occasionally flexing them this way or that, the tips digging into her walls lightly. Lemon moved her hand from his shoulder, bringing it up to her mouth and biting a knuckle to keep from crying out as her other hand started stroking up and down Amon's shaft. Getting an idea, Amon took his hand off Lemon's tit to a mewling protest. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his iPod, plugged in the earbuds that were still stuck in their ears and queued up a song.
He then ran his hand back up Lemon's side and slipped it between the buttons of her shirt, massaging her breast. Lemon mewled into her hand as she jerked her other one up and down Amon's shaft. Pausing for a moment, she brought her hand up to her mouth and worked up some saliva, spitting it into her palm and bringing it back down to Amon's cock.
Amon's back straightened up with a gasp as Lemon coated his shaft with her saliva, her fingers now gliding easily up and down it as she picked up speed. He pulled his fingers out of Lemon, again accompanied by her mews of protest, and hooked a finger in the waistband of her panties, pulling them down her legs. Lifting her right leg out of them, then continuing to lift it, he brought it out from under the table and lay it down on top of it. Her leg knocked over a Ketchup bottle, but Amon ignored this as his hand ran sensually up the length of her leg before plunging back inside her.
"Oh my God, Amon." Lemon whimpered into her hand as Amon pistoned his fingers into her snatch. Lemon's legs started jerking every once in awhile, a sign to Amon that she was close to the edge. He looked down as Lemon tried to keep a steady rhythm up as she ran her hand up and down his shaft, but the little electric jolts that were shooting up her spine were making it difficult to keep coordinated.
Amon leaned down, kissing the hand that lemon had shoved into her mouth, and she moved it aside. She cupped his cheek as he kissed her hungrily. At the same time, Amon plunged his fingers deep inside her and pinched her clit, which he'd been avoiding up to this point, between his thumb and the palm of his hand.
Amon wriggled his fingers inside Lemon, his thumb rubbing her clit quickly but lightly as her legs shot straight out. Her leg under the table smashed into the bottom of the bench on the other side of the booth from them, but she didn't even notice as she shrieked into Amon's mouth. Her hips twitched in time to her pussy clenching Amon's fingers, her hand gripping around his dick but her motion stopped as she rode out her orgasm. all the while Amon's thumb continued to rub her clit lightly until her hips relaxed. Her leg that was on the table dropped back onto it with a thump and rattle, and she sagged back, her breath coming out in ragged gasps as she broke off the kiss with Amon to throw her head back against the booth.
"Dude, you fucker. That was, just, wow. I haven't got off like that in ages." Lemon turned back into Amon and lay her head against his chest, looking up with a tired but happy smile on her face. She continued to stroke Amon lightly, her fingers fluttering as she went up and down. After a minute or two, her breath steadied and she looked up into Amon's smiling face.
"My pleasure, Lemon..." Amon murmured, slowly bringing his fingers up to his mouth and licking them one by one while Lemon watched. Her eyes widened in her flushed face, and she licked suddenly dry lips as she watched Amon seem to savor the taste. 'Fuck, that's crazy hot...' Lemon thought, a manic grin starting to form on her face as she licked her lips again, this time in anticipation.
"Your turn, dude." She muttered as she climbed onto the bench seat, turning her ass away from Amon and settling her knees onto the bench cushion. She leaned over his groin, lowering her face slowly over his shaft as she sucked in a bit of excess saliva threatening to drip out of the corner of her mouth. She absently reached a hand into her blouse, clutching her tit and teasing a nipple as she kissed Amon's tip.
"Oh fuck..." Amon groaned out as Lemon popped his head into her mouth, her tongue swirling around it. Amon leaned over and flipped her skirt up onto her back before reaching around and sliding his fingers up and down her snatch, causing Lemon to mewl a bit. Slipping another couple inches down Amon's shaft, her tongue rubbed the side of it, pushing the opposite side into the roof of her mouth. Her hand stroked the bottom of Amon's rod with her thumb and two fingers, while her ring and pinkie finger curled up under his balls, pressing into his root.
Amon lay his head back against the booth, his breath coming in short puffs. He slid his fingers against Lemon's lower lips, eventually slipping his middle and pointer inside, making a patting motion as he dragged them against the bottom of her walls every time he pulled out. Lemon moaned a bit into Amon's shaft at this treatment, sliding down further until his head hit the back of her throat. With a 'Gluck!' sound, she pulled back off Amon's length, coughing a little.
"Yeah, didn't think that was happening..." She shot Amon an apologetic look, her face crimson from exertion and embarrassment, then slid back down. Lemon's tongue swirled around Amon's head, her hand picking up speed as she sucked on his shaft, bobbing up and down about an inch at a time.
Amon picked up speed too, his fingers plunging in and out of her pussy as his breath started coming in ragged gasps. He was close, but he could feel the telltale signs from Lemon as well as her pussy started to shudder under his ministrations. Amon stroked his free hand down Lemon's shoulder, squeezing it lightly.
"I'm gonna pop soon, Lem." She pulled off his shaft for a second, gasping for air and looking up at him with a strained smile, her eyes slightly glazed over. Amon almost lost it right there as he looked down at Lemon, panting in almost frantic lust and knowing he was the cause. He grit his teeth as Lemon lapped the full length of his rod, suckling onto the head for a moment before letting it out of her mouth with a lewd 'pop!'
"Me too, Amon. Go for it." She said happily, her voice still breathy and hushed and driving Amon crazy. Her eyes locked with his, Lemon took him in her mouth again, slowly moving down his shaft until he felt his tip bump into the back of her throat again. As he watched Lemon's eyes crinkle happily while he felt her tongue whip back and forth over his shaft, a rushing feeling went through his brain.
Knowing he had to do something fast or he might be too preoccupied to get her off, he pulled his fingers out of Lemon. He immediately popped his thumb in, the side of his pointer finger rubbing against Lemons clit as his thumb squeezed her vaginal wall right behind it. As Lemon started to buck through her second orgasm, Amon smiled in satisfaction before he went over the edge.
His first shot hit the back of Lemon's throat, causing her to cough. She pulled all the way off Amon's shaft until only the head was still in her mouth, sucking for all she was worth. Amon groaned out loudly as he shot his load into Lemon's mouth, ropes of cum splattering the inside of her cheeks and tongue before she happily swallowed. He clapped his free hand to his mouth halfway through, but, that had been loud.
'Shiiit." Amon blanked out a bit as he jerked his hips, his dick thrusting a few inches into Lemon's mouth. His thumb popped out of Lemon's still shuddering snatch, but he kept the presence of mind to keep rubbing a finger over her clit until her orgasm subsided. Still swirling her tongue around Amon's head, Lemon sucked lightly to get the last of Amon's jizz out and swallowed a few times. She squeezed her nipple fiercely before pulling her hand out of her blouse and pushing Amon suddenly.
With a squawk he slumped over, Lemon turning him so he would land on the bench on his back. She lifted Amon's right leg off the floor, swinging it up on the bench and clambering onto him on weak knees before she slumped down, nuzzling into his neck.
"I think I'm gonna pass out, dude. That was fucking crazy..." Lemon trailed off, and Amon could tell she'd done just as she said. Amon threw an arm around her and the other across his eyes.
'A nap sounds like a good idea...' Amon muzzily thought as his breathing deepened. He adjusted lazily to get more comfortable, the warmth of Lemon's bare skin against his relaxing him immensely, then nodded off as well.
* * *
Amon woke up to a hand on his shoulder, shaking him none too gently.
"Hssst! Wake up you two! We're closin' in ten minutes and my manager's gettin' antsy about this booth bein' closed for the past hour." Amon recognized the voice as Noon. He opened his eyes blearily to see her upside-down face inches from his, red as a tomato.
'Oh my fucking god, we fell asleep.'
Amon lurched up, almost slamming his face into Noon's as she pulled her head back through the curtain just in time. His sudden movement upset Lemon's precarious balance on top of him and she squawked, flailing a bit before she regained her equilibrium. Amon blinked, trying to figure out how bad this was. From where he was sitting, he thought he would've had the same view Noon had when opening the curtain.
'Okay, Lemon was on top of me, so she didn't get an eye full of my Johnson, although, she could probably tell my belt was off and my pants were unzipped...' Amon looked down at lemon, who was blearily rubbing her eye. 'Skirts down, that's good...' As Amon looked further down, he noticed that Lemon's panties were still wrapped around her left ankle, plain to be seen.
Amon glared angrily at the betraying pair of briefs. Lemon caught the look, and turned to see what had got him so mad. Even without seeing her face, Amon noticed the red creep up the side of her neck as she blushed furiously, patting her skirt as if to confirm the panties were, indeed, hers.
"Oh my fucking god, dude, we fell asleep..." Lemon reached down, sticking her sneakered foot through the open leg hole in her panties and pulling them up hurriedly.
"I know I know I know shit shit shit..."Amon mumbled as he helped Lemon clamber off him. They both took a few moments to make themselves decent, Lemon all the while cursing under her breath.
"Who saw us, Amon?" Lemon looked over to him with a pensive expression on her face as she buttoned her blazer the rest of the way up. The sick look of anxiety was plastered all over her face.
"I dunno, I think just Noon. From what I can tell, she didn't see anything. Well, she probably noticed your panties, so I doubt we're gonna be able to convince her we were just napping in here." To Amon's surprise, Lemon looks relieved.
"Oh, Noon found us? That's good, she won't rat us out. She's my sister, after all." Amon paused in buttoning his shirt up. He stared at her for a few seconds, buttons forgotten as he tried to process what he'd just heard
"Umm, did I hear you right? Did you just say Noon is your sister? The same Noon that at this moment probably thinks we were fucking in here?" The blood slowly drained from Amon's face. Images flashed before his eyes of a maniacally grinning Noon, apron already splashed with gore as she brandished a borrowed kitchen knife at him.
"Well, she wouldn't be too far off, eh dude? I think that was a pretty good session of 'everything but'." Lemon chuckled, reaching over to finish buttoning up Amon's shirt for him. He just continued to stare at her dumbly, wondering if the pain in his stomach was the anxiety he was feeling, or some kind of phantom pain from the future as the wounds Noon would inflict on him manifested themselves in his psyche.
"But, I mean, she's your sister...?" Amon said weakly, to which Lemon just shrugged, pulling Amon into a passionate kiss. Amon only managed a few seconds of shock before he instinctively reciprocated. He felt like all the fervor of their earlier play was somehow encapsulated in the kiss, his fingers twining in her hair until they eventually broke apart, both panting as they rested their foreheads against the others. Lemon eventually looked up into Amon's eyes, a guilty smile flitting across her lips.
"I warned her that if I finally got with you, she was gonna be the first one to know, and that I wouldn't be able to help myself. If she wasn't okay with this, we woulda never got seated." Lemon started nervously tracing her finger on Amon's chest. "Umm, silly question, but, YOU'RE okay with this, right?" Amon pondered that for a few seconds.
"Well, there are a few weird points, and this whole school rivalry thing is going to piss me off endlessly, I'm sure. No deal breakers, yet, though." Amon smiled down at Lemon's beaming face before he grabbed her hand and pulled her along as he exited the booth. Lemon steered Amon over to the register where her apparent sister was standing, a look of apprehension on her face as she twisted a cloth napkin in her hands.
"That'll be fifty-five seventy-eight, kids." Amon nods, pulling out his debit card and handing it to her. Noon didn't meet his eyes as she focused on ringing them up. She swiped the card, then paused, musing to herself. "I'm not sure what to charge for this last item on the bill, though." Amon looked at Noon quizzically.
"What's that?" He asked innocently. Suddenly, Noon's fist was wrapped up in the front of Amon's shirt as she pulled him right into her face.
"My sister's virginity, you scumbag." Noon snarled, eyes searing into him. Taken aback, all Amon's previous fears seemed to crash down on him as the woman started shaking him violently by the collar. Thankfully, he was saved by Lemon's arm snaking around him and pulling her sister off. Noon grunted as Amon staggered back, tearing her arm out of Lemon's grip as she focused on the girl.
"Ease up, buttercup! I haven't been a virgin for years, and Amon didn't stick his dick in me. Well, I mean, technically he did, but not in my twat. He used other things for that. Like, really well, too. Still a bit weak in the knees, heh." Lemon grinned ruefully at Noon, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, seeming to be trying to work out the stiffness in her hips.
Noon and Amon looked on, jaws dropped as Lemon started doing squats. Never taking her eyes off Lemon, and without a word, Noon handed Amon his card and a receipt. Shaking his head slowly, Amon scribbled in the needed sections and handed the slip back. He left a big tip. 'They might need to replace that booth cushion, after all.' He turned around and hustled Lemon out the door, although Lemon turned to wave at Noon as they left.
"Later, Noon! Say hi to mom and dad for me!" Noon just nodded slowly as the two students double-timed it out the door, leaving her staring.
"You are really one of a kind, aren't you?" Amon shook his head with a laugh, heading out onto the street with Lemon in front of him. However, he almost bowled her over as she drew up short in front of him.
"Shit, this isn't good." Lemon muttered as they watch a few boys in Crystal Prep uniforms push off the wall of the Cafe. Amon was more concerned with the tear-streaked face of the girl from earlier, who nodded to the boys as they glance over at her. She gave Amon a nasty smile as the boys all turned toward him, muttering and cracking their knuckles.
"Umm, hey guys. I don't know what's going on here, but, I'm sure we can work this out. We're all reasonable people, right?" Amon's heart dropped as the boys ignored him, continuing their advance. Suddenly, the door to the Cafe burst open and an irate Noon stalked out.
"Get the hell out of here you goons!" She yells, sounding more like a drill sergeant than the nice mid-western waitress she had earlier. The boys staggered back under the verbal barrage. Nodding confidently, she turned to Amon. "I mean you, too! Go chase my sister, it's about time you had a turn."
Amon blinked, then tipped an imaginary hat to Noon before turning tail and sprinting away. He saw Lemon jogging in place at the end of the block, motioning for him to hurry up. The Crystal Prep boys turned away from Noon to see Amon almost catch up to Lemon as she rounded the corner at the end of the block and lurched into a run, pursuing them. Noon caught the eye of the other girl after watching the boys gallop off.
"Veela, if you don't smarten up, you're going to come to a bad end over this sort of thing." She snorted, almost seeming like twin puffs of steam billowed out of her nostrils like some cartoon bull before walking back into the Cafe. She left Veela standing on the sidewalk, a thoughtful expression on her face as she wiped away the crocodile tears.
Lemon was setting a blistering pace, but after five blocks she started to flag, slowing down to a more sedate run. Amon pulled alongside her, matching his stride to hers.
"So where are we going? Can we hide out in your house or something?" Lemon tossed an incredulous look over at Amon.
"Dude, Crystal Prep is a boarding school. I live at the same place those tools that are chasing us do." Lemon rolled her eyes at him before turning at the next block. 'Oh.' Amon thought, 'That makes sense.'
"Well, if you can lead me back over to the Ponyville side of town I can figure out someplace for us to lay low." Lemon nodded tiredly, slinging around a corner and setting off in a new direction.
* * *
Fifteen minutes later they pulled up to the front of an old Victorian home. Lemon slowed down with a stumble, almost falling forward before she caught herself by bracing her hands on her knees. Amon jogged up beside her, breathing a bit heavily and laying a hand on her back in concern.
"Are you okay, Lemon? That wasn't too much of a run for you, right?” Lemon continued to breath heavily, but after a few moments, seemed to catch her breath. One hand went to her hip as she wiped her brow and looked up at Amon incredulously.
"Dude, are you even tired? You need to give up on track and field and switch to cross-country." She straightened up with a groan while Amon pulled a face.
"There's no competition in cross-country. everybody ends up all over the course. You can never tell how good you're doing until the race is already over." Lemon looked at Amon incredulously for a few seconds.
"You don't like doing it because you can't tell how good you're doing?" She threw up her hands in exasperation. "Whatever, where the hell are we?" Amon looked up at the house with some trepidation.
"A friend of mine's house. He said his parents were out of town for the week, so we can probably hang out here for a bit.” Amon glanced over to Lemon. "I would have taken you to my house, but my parents are most definitely home, and I honestly wasn't sure if you'd make it that far.” Lemon huffs.
"Fuck you, dude. I'm fine, just, all that food we ate before must be weighin' me down. Or something." She shot a glance at the house. "So, do we just walk in? Should you call your friend, or what?"
"Oh, yeah, good idea. Probably want to make sure he's actually home. Heh." Amon chuckled nervously as he pulled his phone out, dialing a number. On the second ring someone picked up.
"Flash here, what's up Amon?" Amon could hear crinkling in the background, then the sound of Flash taking a bite out of something and chewing noisily. ‘Dude, gross…’ Amon grimaced.
"Look out your window." A curtain on an upstairs window flicked aside, and Amon could see Flash looking down at him. He waved awkwardly.
"Oh, hey man, see you there. Who's that with you?" Amon decided to be a bit evasive, considering Flash's earlier statement about Crystal Prep students.
"Just, uh, a friend. You mind if we come up? We need a place to chill for a bit." Flash waved a hand in a beckoning gesture before sliding the curtain closed.
"Sure, man, I was bored anyway. Come on up, the front door's unlocked." Amon blew out a relieved breath and gave Lemon a thumbs up.
"Right on, see you in a second. And, umm, be chill, okay?" Amon hung up the phone before flash could reply. "We're good to go, Lem." She cracked a smile.
"Sweet, I could use some not vertical time, I'm bushed." Amon walked up to the front door, opening it for Lemon. As she went in ahead of him, he stopped her for a second.
"Don't mind Flash. He can be a goof, but he's a good guy." Lemon gave Amon a skeptical look before continuing inside.
"Sure, dude, no doubt." Amon headed in behind her, motioning her down the front hall and up the stairs. Hanging a left, he passed her, walked up to Flash's door and knocked.
“Come on in, man." Amon heard through the door, and opened it up. Flash's room was as messy as usual, clothes in a mound in the corner, bottles of various drinks perched on every surface. Flash himself waved a hand lazily above his head, not bothering to turn around from his supine position on the couch. The TV on the wall was showing the last few minutes of Platoon.
Amon motioned Lemon to take a seat on the recliner in the corner, then lay his elbows down on the back of the couch, looking down at Flash.
"Watching this again?" Flash shrugged. He held up a fist which Amon bumped, then gestured toward the screen.
"You know it's my go-to movie if I'm bored. Action, camaraderie, deep philosophical introspection. All the fixin's for a kickass movie." Amon nodded absently. He wasn’t denying that it was a great movie, just maybe not ‘three times a week’ great.
"Sure, whatever you say man. It just depresses me, honestly." As the credits started to roll, Flash sat up, turning around to address Amon.
"So, where's your frien-ah... You bastard." Lemon waved meekly from the recliner she was curled up in.
"Lemon, this is Flash Sentry. Flash, meet Lemon Zest." Flash stared at Amon blandly for a few seconds before turning to Lemon.
"Pleasure to meet you, Lemon. If you'll excuse us, me and Amon need to have a chat." Flash hopped to his feet, walked around his couch and grabbed Amon by the collar, pulling him out his door and into the hallway.
"Dude, chill." Flash looked at Amon incredulously. He looked back at his room, to Amon, then back again. Finally he turned back to Amon, an aggrieved look on his face as he spread his hands out as if in supplication.
"Come on, man! I asked you specifically not to get me mixed up in this, and the first thing you do is bring Preppy to my house?" Amon squirmed as Flash gave him an exaggeratedly disappointed look. "I'm not even mad about that. I could tell from that look you get that you were going to buck the rules at the earliest opportunity." Flash pinned Amon with a look.
"All I want to know is, where's mine?"
A mischievous grin suddenly bloomed on Flash's face as he punched Amon in the shoulder playfully.
"Oh, I like this one Amon, we should totally keep him!" Lemon called from Flash's room through the still open door. Amon just sighed, rubbing his forehead with a hand.
"So, you're okay with this?" He watched as Flash looked at him, tapping his finger against his chin slowly.
"Well, is there a mob after you two?" Flash finally asked, half seriously. He knew Amon and the people he ran around with well enough to know that it was at least a possibility.
"Naw, dude, we lost the mob like half a mile back!" Lemon called out again from inside Flash's room. He blinked slowly.
"She has really good hearing." He shrugged, pulling Amon back into his room. While they were out in the hallway, Lemon had moved from the recliner to Flash's bed. She was laying down, idly flipping through a magazine.
"You've got terrible taste in porn, dude." Lemon held up the magazine which was titled 'Nrrd Grrlz' and had a picture of what looked like a sexy librarian biting her lip on the cover.
"Hey! Where'd you get that?" Flash yelped as he leaped over to her, snatching the magazine back. Lemon just rolled her eyes.
"Under the bed, the same place every guy keeps his porn. Duh." Flash patted the magazine gently before looking back at Lemon.
"Hey, who said you could get on my bed? Off. Offoffoff." Lemon pouted. Cutely in Amon's opinion. She propped herself up on and elbow, hand on her hip.
"Does this mean you're kicking me out of bed, Flash?" He blushed slightly and tugged at his collar, glanced at Amon, then looked back to her.
"Whatever, but Amon stays off." Flash crossed his arms and put on a firm expression. Lemon took a look at Amon. Her face seemed to scrunch in on itself, then she suddenly burst out laughing. Flash looked at her quizzically, then turned to Amon. He immediately recoiled in horror.
"Pweaaaase?" Amon whined as he unloaded a full barrage of puppy-dog eyes on Flash. The cringe was palpable.
"Gah! Fine! Stop doing that! It hurts my eyes. Probably my soul, too." Flash muttered that last, throwing his hands up in the air in defeat, then walked over to his recliner and flopped down into it. Now a pouty miasma seemed to envelope the room.
Amon proceeded to strut jauntily through the dark miasma and over to the bed, plopping down next to Lemon who rolled over into his side.
"If you do anything to my bed Amon, you're buying me a new mattress." Lemon looked up at Amon with a serious expression on her face.
"We'll go Dutch."
"Indeed." Amon noted. Lemon stretched lasciviously, then wrapped herself around Amon.
"Beds are better for doing stuff." She purred, to which Amon could only nod.
"Much better than benches. Although bench cushions are cheaper to replace..." Lemon quirked an eyebrow at Amon, before her face turned bright red. She looked up at Amon in dawning horror.
"D-did I...?"
"You leaked."
"Fuck you, Amon!" Flash looked on as Lemon proceeded to bite Amon on the arm. Flash wasn't sure if Amon was playacting as he flailed around, trying to dislodge her. Eventually, Lemon ended up on top of Amon, her mouth still around his arm as she growled.
"Ooookay, then. So was there really a mob?" Flash asked, not sure whether he should laugh or call Animal Control. Lemon spit out Amon's arm to reply.
"Oh, yeah dude, but me and Amon left 'em in the dust!" Lemon grinned triumphantly. Amon regarded the girl perched on him for a few moments before turning to Flash.
"There were like, eight guys. I dunno if that qualifies as a mob." He rubbed his mistreated arm for a moment before he pulled Lemon into a hug. "Honestly, that was kind of scary. I thought you said no death squads?" Amon held onto his sheepish captive as she attempted to squirm away. Lemon looked down at him eventually, a hangdog expression on her face.
"I dunno, dude. You must have either really pissed Veela off or really scared her. That's totally not her usual M.O." Amon grimaced at the reminder of the girl. 'Veela...' The name seemed somehow fitting to Amon. He sighed, throwing his arms out to his sides as he stared up at the ceiling of Flash's room.
"Well, if you're worried, I can ask a couple guys from the football team to shadow you for a while." Flash offered tentatively, but Amon waved off the suggestion immediately.
"I'm not gonna be the cause of brawls in the street." Lemon slid off his chest and curled into Amon's side, throwing an arm over him. 'This is worth a few black eyes...' He thought inanely to himself.
"But, if those guys corner you, you're gonna end up brawling in the streets anyway." Flash notes.
"There's a difference between me getting in a fight with those guys and half the football team throwing down with them." Amon rebutted, rubbing his face with a grimace. He wanted to remember what it felt like before it got thoroughly rearranged.
"The football guys might win?" Flash snarked, prompting a groan from Amon. Suddenly, Lemon perked up.
"Oh, Amon, are you like, some kind of secret ultimate fighter type guy? Trained to take down multiple opponents with ease?" Amon took in Lemon's hopeful expression. Eventually he laughed.
"Lem, I've been in like two fights my entire life. I... Did not win. Either of them." Lemon pouted before snuggling further into his side.
"Dang, that would'a been totally awesome." Lemon said, sounding slightly disappointed as her hand began roaming over Amon’s chest lightly. He gulped, his heart rate picking up a little at the feather touches from Lemon’s fingers.
"Amon talks a big game, but he's a total pussy in reality." Flash said with a chuckle, distracting Amon from Lemon’s touch enough that he turned to him with a scowl.
"Thanks for that vote of confidence, Flash. I feel so much better now. I prefer to think of myself as a lover, not a fighter." Lemon nodded happily, her hands rubbing more firmly against his chest.
"Me, too. All that stamina..." Lemon's gaze wandered off into nowhere. Her eyes grew vacant, and Amon swore he could see her drooling.
"Not on the bed!" Flash yelled, breaking Lemon out of her daydream. She huffed at him before snuggling in closer to Amon. Amon gave her a quick peck on the top of her head before he turned back to Flash.
"Any better suggestions than gang warfare?"
"Uh, disguises? I'm sure we can rustle up a couple wigs and some trench coats..." Flash trailed off under the look Amon was giving him. It was not a pleasant look. "Fine, no disguises. What about you Lemon? Any ideas?" Lemon squirmed a little, not looking up.
"I'm not even sure what I'm gonna do. I'm fine with getting browbeaten, but after that shit Veela pulled at the Cafe, I'm kinda worried about getting LITERALLY beaten." Amon immediately pulled her to him, hugging her fiercely.
"Not gonna happen, Lem." Lemon sniffed, looking into Amon's eyes.
"That's like the third time you've called me that. I like it. Um, Monny?"
"No."
"Moncakes?"
"No."
"Muffin?"
"God fucking no." Lemon stuck her tongue out at Amon, to which he rolled his eyes.
"Aaaand, blackmail material for the next decade obtained." Flash muttered as he tapped his iPhone. Amon's eye twitched slightly.
"Delete that before I murder you in your own home, Flash." Flash just cackled, hugging his phone to his chest and rocking from side to side..
"Already on the cloud, man. I OWN you." Lemon looked back and forth between the two.
"You guys are so cute. Threesome?" Amon gaped at her before slowly turning toward Flash, who waved a hand in front of his face in dismissal.
"No offence to you, Lemon, but I've already seen 'Amon Rampant' one time too many today." Amon relaxed slightly before turning to Lemon with narrowed eyes.
"Your loss." Lemon replied, ignoring the look Amon was giving her. "I don't really wanna share, anyway." She nuzzled into his neck.
"Would I have had a choice in this?" Amon hissed, to which Lemon just gave him a hard nip. Amon yelped softly.
"What do you think?" Lemon husked softly into his ear. Amon looked to Flash pleadingly. He just frowned, looking down at his phone.
"Should have kept recording..." Flash said sadly. 'Doomed...' Amon thought to himself mournfully.
"Oh, shush you big baby. A pet gets washies and playtime, and I promise not to loan you out to too many friends." Lemon said archly as Amon continued to whine.
"Leeewd. You picked out a good one here, Amon. Not exactly my type, but..." Lemon turned to Flash with a questioning look.
"Oh, and what's your type?" Amon blanched, looking from Lemon to Flash and back again before covering her mouth with a hand. He got bitten for his troubles, but bore through it.
"No, don't get him started. Please." Amon whispered. He tried to derail the conversation, but the train stayed on the tracks. Flash settled back into his recliner, an intense look in his eyes as he stared at the ceiling.
"Oh, about five foot eight, purple hair, long legs, and a one eighty plus I.Q.. You know, perfect..." He stared off into space as Lemon finally pulled Amon’s hand off, giving him a glare that promised future pain before turning back to Flash.
"Sounds like Twilight Sparkle." Lemon said.
"Yeah, Twilight sparkle..." Flash muttered, his hand absently rubbing his chest through his shirt.
"Are you science?" Lemon asked matter-of-factly.
"Huh? Science?" Flash muttered, coming a little bit back to reality.
"I'm pretty sure the only thing that has any kind of chance of putting it's dick inside Twilight is science, dude." Lemon chuckled, taking in Flash’s enraged look as he leaned toward her and shook a fist.
"Hey! Don't you talk about my Twilight like that." Flash continued to glower at Lemon, but only got another chuckle out of her.
"Okay, okay, no badmouthing the brain queen." She finally relented, making calming gestures at Flash, who’d halfway gotten up out of his chair at this point.
"Damn right." Flash muttered, flopping back into his chair. He crossed his arms and gave Lemon a decisive nod before capturing Amon’s attention. "Well, personally, I see no other option than to hide you two in my house until this whole thing blows over." Lemon gaped at him.
"Even after I insulted your Waifu?" Lemon asked, eyes wide. Flash scowled lightly.
"That aside, I don't wanna see Amon or his best girl in crutches. So, call up your folks Amon, and you see if you can get anyone to cover for you, Lemon." Amon looked at Flash for a few seconds before smiling at him in relief and gratitude.
"I, uh, well, thanks man. You sure it's cool?" Amon asked. Flash might have been his best friend, but this was still asking a lot.
"My parents are on vacation for the next ten days. You guys can use the guest bedroom, and if we can't fix this by then, well, we'll burn that bridge when we come to it." Amon sniffed lightly as Lemon pulled out her phone and dialed a number.
"Hey, Noon? Yeah, it's me. We're fine, those guys were slowpokes. Thanks for the distraction by the way. So, can you call Dean Cadence...?" Amon pulled out his own phone and dialed home.
"Mom? Yeah, I'm fine. Listen, Flash is home alone this week... Yeah, vacation again. So, he wants me to keep him company till they get back... Don't worry, Mom, I'll stop by every morning to check in... Yes, he's a very sensitive boy... Okay, Mom, love you, see you in the morning." Amon ended the call as Flash chuckled lightly.
"Your parents are too easy, Amon." He just gave Flash a smug look.
"Yes, they're very concerned about my sensitive friend. They're worried he's going to develop abandonment issues, his parents being gone so often." A flash of resentment crossed Flash's face and was as quickly gone. 'Huh, maybe my parents aren't so far off.' Amon thought, giving his friend a steady look.
"All set." Lemon announced. "Noon's gonna let the Dean know my Mom's feeling a bit under the weather, so she wants me back at the house to keep an eye on her." Flash nodded with a smile, hopping up out of his chair and spreading his arms to encompass the two teens on his bed.
"And thus, in the space of less than five minutes two minors slip free of their chains for a week of unsupervised shenanigans." He gets a contemplative look on his face. "Should we be worried that the people that are supposed to be taking care of us are such simple creatures?"
"Uh, I'm eighteen, dude. So is Amon, for that matter. Born January twelfth, nineteen ninety nine." Amon didn't question how Lemon knew his birthday. He didn't WANT to know.
"Oh. Well, I guess that's true. So, I'm the youngest one here? I just had my birthday a month ago." Flash pulled a face as Lemon nodded.
"Don't worry, you have two sitters to make sure you eat your veggies and get to bed on time." Lemon chuckled at Amon as Flash gave him a bland stare.
"Right. Can I please stay up late tonight, Monny?" Amon growled as Lemon burst into laughter.
"Oh, he's going to fuck with you about that until you die, huh Moncakes?" Lemon managed to say after laughing herself out. She tickled Amon’s chin with a giggle.
"If I didn't like you both so much, I would do terrible things to you." Lemon yelped as Amon pinched her nipple through her blazer. She bit her lip, her hand running up and down Amon's leg.
"Oh, save me from the bad man..." She cooed, her hand slithering over his hip.
"Okay. Off the bed!" Flash yelled, startling Amon and Lemon, who'd forgotten he was there for a moment.
"We'll be good, we'll be good!" Amon said, waving his hand at Flash in a pacifying gesture. Lemon, however, ran her hand over the front of Amon’s hip. She grabbed his crotch, her breath hot on his neck.
"No, we won't." Lemon breathed huskily, the hairs on Amon’s neck instantly shooting straight up.
"Nope nope nope nope nope!" Flash chanted as he hopped up out of his recliner, walked over to his bed and grabbed the comforter laying on top of it. With a heave, he pulled it off the bed, pulling Amon and Lemon along and dumping them onto the floor.
"Ow. Ow ow ow, you broke my ass, dude." Lemon whined as she rubbed her offended posterior. Flash huffed.
"That's what you get." Amon continued to lay silently on the floor. All the sound that he made was a squeaky whisper.
"What's wrong with him?" Flash asked as Lemon looked over at Amon, then down at her hand.
"Oh, I think I might have crushed his balls when you pulled us off." She said sheepishly.
"Amon Jr., you shall never be." Amon croaked out as he slowly uncurled from a fetal position. Lemon glared angrily at Flash.
"You made me break my new pet!" Flash just met her gaze levelly.
"That's what you get." He deadpanned again. Lemon and Flash helped Amon onto the couch, as he played up his injury.
"You've ended my line, you devils." Amon groaned theatrically as he was lain onto the couch. He laid a hand over his brow and mock swooned, much to Lemon’s amusement.
"Shut up, you big baby. You're fine." Flash grumped, flopping down into one of several beanbags spaced around the couch. “Don’t try to pull a Rarity, it doesn’t suit you.” Lemon, however, was busy taking in the scenery.
"Why do you have so many things to sit on, dude?" Lemon asked as she looked around Flash's room more thoroughly. He shrugged, lazily waving a hand.
"I have a lot of people over. They need things to sit on. Ergo, I need many things to sit on." Amon nodded from his position on the couch as Lemon clambered on next to him.
"Flash's house is usually a zoo. I'm surprised we're the only ones here. actually."
Amon watched Lemon curiously as she started to knead his side, almost like a cat does before it lies down. Flash gave another shrug, then put on an extremely unauthentic expression of despair.
"I told everybody I needed time to brood over my most recent abandonment. They were very respectful, and you don't read your texts."
"What are you doing?" Amon ignored Flash's jibe as he watched Lemon knead his shoulder, inching closer to his face slowly.
"Meow~" Lemon mewed enthusiastically, her hands brought up in front of her chest as she balled them into pseudo-paws and batted at him.
"Stooooop, you're freaking me out." Amon said, leaning back from her with wide eyes.
"Not into catgirls. Check." Lemon dropped the act, then leaned in and kissed him suddenly. Amon's eyes widened slightly before he leaned in to kiss her back.
"Seriously, Amon, you couldn't have thought of your old buddy Flash and brought TWO cute girls to my house?" Flash fidgeted nervously, averting his gaze from the couple. Lemon broke off the kiss with a lingering look into Amon's eyes before turning to Flash.
"I thought you were pining after the Duchess of Bookingham?" Flash took on a sophisticated air, curling his pinky as he spoke in a decidedly upper crust affectation.
"I'm not the type to swear off wine just because I can't drink Château Latour."
"Oooh, look at the fancy man. Isn't he fancy." Lemon wiggled her fingers at Flash in a mocking manner. Amon looked at Flash as well.
"Now she's stealing my lines." Lemon stuck her tongue out at Amon before turning back to Flash.
"Well, unlike you, I am a one man lady, and I've been waiting to squeeze this one for months..." Lemon seemed to go off to another place again, her eyes distant and pained. Amon was about to reach out to her when she spoke again.
"... The batteries I've gone through..."
"Oh. Oh my god. TMI. Stop." Flash pleaded as Lemon stared into nothing, her tongue sticking out the side of her mouth and a low groan emanating from her. 'Not sure if hot.' Amon thought. 'No, never mind, it's hot.' He poked Lemon in the cheek. Her tongue retracted into her mouth and she made a slurping sound before turning to him.
"You're going to break him or turn him on. Neither of these things is beneficial." Lemon chuckled, a slightly sinister tone intermingled with her usual sultry ones.
"I only have two settings Amon, fuck with and fuck." Amon looked at her, slightly disturbed. She returned the look, her face slowly reddening.
"You're supposed to laugh. It's a joke." Lemon groused, pouting at Amon as he shook his head slowly.
"Jokes are funny." Flash noted blandly. Lemon responded by throwing a couch cushion at him.
"Shush, little one. Put in a movie, your sitter is going to fool around with her boyfriend now, giving you many complexes when you grow up to be a big boy." Flash gave her an incredulous look. He turned to Amon for help, but got a shrug for his troubles.
"How can I argue with that?" Amon said, but Flash squinted slightly at his friend. He looked kind of… Twitchy.
"Fine, but I warn you. There will be a breaking point, and it will be awkward. Horribly awkward. None of us will be able to look each other in the eye for weeks." Amon nodded solemnly. .
"Thus it was spoken, so shall it be." Lemon looked from one to the other, before settling on Amon.
"What?" Amon shrugged.
"I'm guessing he means if we get too raunchy he's gonna start jerking off." Lemon regarded Amon for a few moments.
"That's hot." She said, doing a decent Paris Hilton impression.
"He won't be doing it because he's turned on.” Amon clarified. “He'll do it to ruin the mood. If we keep going anyway he'll probably blow his load in your hair or something."
Flash nodded. ‘He knows me so well…’ Flash thought, but he still needed to make his point.
"Or yours, Amon." Lemon looked at Flash. She slowly started to clap. Flash bowed.
"Seriously, Amon, can we keep him? He's trained so good already."
"Just put in the movie, already." Amon said with a laugh, kissing Lemon on the cheek. Flash got up to do so as Lemon handed Amon an earbud.
Amon raised his eyebrows at the song choice, finding it a bit strange for Lemon, but couldn’t help but shrug as the song went on. He laid into the back of the couch as Lemon snugged into him and wrapped his arms around her from behind, one hand on her hip while Lemon hugged his other arm to her stomach.
Flash fiddled with his entertainment center for a few moments, then walked behind the couch, out of Amon's view. He came back a few seconds later with a blanket that he unceremoniously tossed on them.
"Thanks." Flash nodded idly as he fiddled with a remote. Amon settled the blanket over him and Lemon with a smile. He nipped the lobe of Lemon's ear as the movie started, feeling her shudder against him. 'Note to self, ears equal good.' Amon thought as his hand roamed Lemon's hip.
Amon absently looked at the T.V. screen. Flash seemed to have put in...
TMNT II: The Secret of the Ooze.
'My fucking god.' Amon looked from the television to Flash, catching his shit eating grin before he turned back to the movie. 'It's like he's saying I dare you. I dare you to fuck around with a girl while watching anthropomorphized turtles do bad martial arts.'
Lemon laughed as the title rolled, while grinding back into Amon a little further, her ass rubbing against his crotch. Amon bit his lip before nuzzling into Lemon's neck.
Lemon felt Amon start to harden and sighed contentedly.
"God, turning you on makes me feel so good, Amon." She murmured to him quietly.
"You're so good at it, Lem." Amon whispered into her ear, his hand slipping over her hip to clench her thigh lightly.
"You don't know how long I've been waiting to hear you say that." Lemon whispered back. She hiccuped lightly, and Amon pulled his hand free from hers, tilting her chin toward him. There were fresh tears in Lemon's eyes, but her expression was quietly ecstatic. Amon leaned over her, brushing his lips against hers.
"I'm sorry I kept you waiting so long, Lem. Not the first time I've missed the important things right in front of me." Lemon choked back a sob, putting her cheek against Amon's and closing her eyes.
"It's *hic* okay. It was worth the wait." She said, choking back happy tears as Amon stared down at her.
"I just need to feel you. I need you to *hic* feel me. I need to know it's real, you know?" Lemon almost whimpered. There was a hint of desperation in her voice.
"I feel you, Lem." Amon murmured, laying his palm between her breasts and feeling her heartbeat. She grabbed his hand, her other one reaching down to stroke the one on her thigh.
"Touch me, Amon. I can't get enough. God, please, I want this to be real." Amon clutched his hand to her chest, his other one being led up under her skirt. Amon wasn't sure where this is all coming from for a moment. He didn't expect Lemon to have this vulnerable side to her.
Had all that confidence been a front? Amon didn't think so. She was a complicated girl, but Amon wouldn't have it any other way.
"You're here, Lem. So am I. We're here together."
"Oh, Amon..." Lemon ground backwards fiercely into Amon as she pulled his hand against her pussy. 'Wait, where are her panties?' Amon wondered, then realized she must have taken them off while Flash had him in the hallway. Lemon's hand pushed Amon's into her, rubbing the back of his before she took her hand away, trailing her fingers across her thigh.
Amon kissed Lemon's neck, gently nipping and blowing as he made his way from just under her ear to where it joined her shoulder. His hand trailed gently up and down Lemon's mound, barely touching her as he teased her lips.
Lemon, on the other hand, wasn't so easy going. Her hand reached back behind her, finding Amon's shaft straining against his pants. She pressed her hand against it, running it up and down.
"I want it, Amon. I need it. Please..." She ran her hand up to his belt, fumbling with it as she tried to undo it. Her desire made her clumsy, but she worked it out eventually.
Flash abruptly stood up, his face red. "Think I'll go make sure that guest bedroom is ready. I'll be back in... The morning. Gotta make sure it's ready..." He mumbled to himself as he walked out the door, closing it.
Amon considered the possibility that he and Lemon weren't being as quiet as they thought with the music in their ears. He was quickly distracted from this thought as Lemon unbuttoned his pants and unzipped his fly. She wasted no time shucking down his pants and briefs, and Amon reached down to help her, quickly kicking them off to the end of the couch.
Lemon ran her hand up and down Amon's shaft a few times before reaching back and pulling her skirt up. He hissed in delight as his dick sank between her ass cheeks, and he ground his hips against her.
“Oh, yeah. I feel you, Amon. Mmmm..." Lemon moaned before she reached back. She scooted forward a bit, pulling Amon's shaft down, and when she ground back into him his dick was between her legs.
"Ooof, jesus Lem. You're so hot." Amon could feel the top of his shaft getting soaked already as it slid under her lower lips. He clutched a breast with the hand not occupied rubbing Lemon's clit, and she immediately grabbed it, using his hand to mash her breast. Lemon's other hand was occupied pushing Amon's dick against her from below.
"Put it iiiin, Amon. I need it so bad." Amon, who’d been unconsciously thrusting for a while, stilled his hips. ‘Dammit, what a time to stop taking my old man’s advice,’ he thought.
"Lem, we might... I mean, do you..?" He sighed. "I'm sorry Lem, I don't have a condom."
"I'm on the pill you bastard. Now stick your dick in me before I flip out." Lemon gasped out. She raised her hips, sticking her butt out, and Amon's next thrust almost sent him straight into her with the new angle. His dick caught at her entrance, bending slightly before popping back out.
"Ooooh, fuck yes Amon, come on." Amon buried his face in the crook of her neck, shuddering slightly. He could feel her shaking like a leaf against him, too.
"Are you sure?" Amon whispered, trying to stay as still as he could against her.
"I need you, Amon. Around me, inside me. Stop being a pussy and fuck me." Amon took a deep breath, feeling her squirm almost frantically against him.
"Okay Lem."
He ground his palm into her clit, using his fingers to line his dick up the her slippery entrance. "Mnngh!" Lemon grunted as Amon slipped into her slowly, just the tip sliding into her tight passage. He stopped there, reveling in the sensations. Ever so slowly he pushed himself in a bit more before backing out again.
"Oh, god Amon, you fucking tease. Fill me up." Lemon moaned, biting her lip until a bead of blood formed on the broken skin. Amon shuddered as he felt her tighten around him, as if trying to draw him inside through sheer willpower.
"Here we go.."
Amon thrust into Lemon, sinking a couple inches inside before meeting resistance. He burst through her hymen before he could stop himself. Lemon screeched, her body writhing against him. 'What the fuck?' Amon felt confused for a moment, before reality settled in. With a sinking feeling he stilled his hips, half buried inside Lemon.
"You lied to me, Lem." Amon’s voice was quiet, but Lemon could hear the hurt quality behind it.
"No, I didn't." Lemon gasped out, her hand reaching behind Amon and scrabbling weakly at his ass, trying to force him deeper inside her.
"You told me you weren't a virgin. How is that not lying?" Lemon shook her head wildly, squirming against him.
"I told my SISTER I wasn't a virgin. She needed to hear it, or she might have stabbed you. She's crazy." Amon realized this was true, but he still felt a little betrayed. Feeling the blood run down his shaft from her busted hymen didn’t help.
"This feels shitty. Like, I feel like you tricked me." Lemon stilled for a moment, a kernel of fear working it’s way past the lust filled barriers her reality was being filtered through to the front of her brain. She had to fix this NOW.
"Why? You wanted to have sex, so did I. So what if it's my first time?" Lemon turned her neck to look back at Amon, but he turned away.
"Your first time's supposed to be, you know, special. God knows mine wasn't, but, I feel like I lost the opportunity to do something awesome for you." Lemon grabbed Amon's chin, forcing him to look her in the eyes. There were tears there, but the expression was warm and kind and loving.
"This IS special for me. And totally awesome. I wanted you to be my first so, so much. " She kissed him lightly and sensuously. "Besides," She said, grinning, "What are you gonna do, unbreak my hym-ohgod!"
Lemon went slightly cross-eyed as Amon thrust into her, almost hilting before he bottomed out. 'Well, she's a pretty small girl.' Amon thought to himself numbly as he felt his head collide with Lemon's cervix.
"Oh, ugh, glrgah..." Lemon gurgled as Amon started thrusting his hips, less than before so he could avoid slamming her wall repeatedly. He clutched her tit as he continued rubbing her clit with his other hand. Lemon grabbed his hand on her tit in a crushing grip while her other hand reached back to run her hand over the side of his neck.
"Oh, Amon, you're filling me up. I feel like I'm gonna burst! Oh my god, oh my god..." She trailed off, lightly murmuring the phrase again and again.
Amon settled into a steady rhythm, rolling his hips to send himself in and out of her, the position too awkward to really piston it. It was tight, though. She was tighter than anyone he'd ever been with, and he wasn’t sure if it was because of the position, or it being her first time, or both.
It didn't take long for Amon to feel the telltale signs that Lemon was approaching orgasm. Her earlier chanting had broken down into panting grunts, and he could feel her hips shake and twitch.
Lemon groaned loudly as Amon leaned forward to bite her collarbone lightly from behind. Her hand dug into his neck and she shrieked when Amon thrust as deeply as he could into her. When he bottomed out, he pinched her clit firmly.
Lemon bucked against him, her inner walls clenching, spasming wildly as she tipped over into orgasmic bliss. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth as she made guttural sounds. Amon eased up on her clit, rubbing it lightly as he rolled his hips fractionally, the base of his dick pressing into her entrance.
Eventually Lemon's orgasmic shudders dissipated, and her walls relaxed. She let go of Amon's hand on her tit, reaching down to rub the scant length of his shaft that wasn’t buried inside her.
"That was amazing, Amon. Are you close?" Lemon rasped. Amon grunted in the negative, not sure if he could frame words in his current state of mind, but far from done.
"Ehhheheheh. Stamina, my guys got it." Lemon weakly chuckled. She moved forward, sliding off Amon's dick with a sucking sound and a pop and clambered onto her knees, quickly stripping down to nothing but socks.
Amon followed suit, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it aside without bothering to unbutton it. He was too busy taking in what he realized was his first view of Lemon naked to care what he was doing. 'Why are naked girls in socks so hot?' Amon wondered, his dick hardening further. He wasn't surprised to see she had a runners body, tight and toned, her thighs thick for the rest of her frame but defined by the powerful muscles that hid under her skin. Amon licked his lips as she idly passed a hand over one of her breasts, on the smaller side of a c cup, a soft murmur of appreciation slipping past her lips as her fingers brushed her perky quarter sized nipple.
Lemon flopped down weakly at the end of the couch, her arms making a pillow for her head on the arm as she wiggled her ass. Amon knew it was stupid, but the only thing running through his mind at that moment was 'Dat ASS...' Like her thighs, it was packed with muscle, but that wiggle for his benefit had told him that there was just enough give for it to be heaven against him. Not that he needed the extra information, as he'd just found that out first hand a minute ago.
"Come get it, Amon." Lemon chuckled throatily. Amon practically leaped up, flopping up to his knees and waddling forward. He reached forward, running his hand up and down the puffy lips presenting themselves to him. Lemon was practically dripping, and mewled at the attention. He was surprised that Lemon wasn't a bit sore after what she'd just been through, but the thought was secondary to the heavenly sight before him and the inviting smile she was giving him.
Amon moved forward, his dick sliding under her pussy as he grasped her hips, getting a firm grip. He looked down at Lemon’s pert ass, his vision slipping down to the lips of her snatch, still a bit puffy from their earlier activity.
"Mmmmm, get in there, Amon. I feel so empty." Amon continued sliding back and forth, the top of his shaft grazing her engorged clit as he thrust. Eventually, he grasped the base of his shaft and slid the tip up and down the length of Lemon's pussy, causing her to gasp and fidget.
"God, why do you always have to tease me so much?" Lemon exclaimed, a whining note in her voice. Amon leaned over until his lips just barely brushed Lemon’s ear, causing another shudder to course through her body.
"The more you need it, the hotter it is." He whispered, nipping her ear and reveling in the low and dirty moan it coaxed out of Lemon’s throat.
Amon straightened up, sliding slowly into her, blood roaring in his ears as Lemon moaned. There was even less room in this position, as more of him could get into her with the better position of her hips. Even so, he still had an inch to go when he hit the wall, and Lemon squeaked as he thumped into it.
"G-g-god damn..." Lemon stuttered, reaching under herself to trap a nipple between her fingers as she bit the arm her head was pillowed on. Amon pulled out and slid back inside a few times experimentally, almost choking as the sensations hit him. He got a better feel for how deep he could thrust without knocking on Lemon's door, then picked up his pace.
"Gooo~" Lemon cooed around her hand, her back arching and her stomach flexing as Amon started really plowing her.
"Oh damn, Lemon, you're so tight. You feel so good..." Amon picked up his pace again, his hips almost a blur as he pistoned in and out of her. It only took a few minutes for this treatment to push Lemon over the edge again, and Amon had to grab both of her hips and hold her up as strength drained from her legs.
"Mmmmgh!" Lemon groaned into her arm, pulling on her nipple fiercely as she panted for breath. The sensation of her walls clamping down on him was getting Amon close, but he was determined to make this an experience Lemon was never going to forget.
Amon kept slowly and gently thrusting until Lemon stopped shuddering, then eased up his grip on her hips, letting her fall forward onto the end of the couch. He reached down, carefully rolling her over and sliding her back until her head was cushioned by the arm of the couch.
He leaned forward, looming over her as he looked down on her. Lemon still had a hand to her breast, rubbing and pulling her nipple as her other hand slid down to rub the gooey mess between her legs. Amon’s breath picked up unconsciously as he looked down at this girl, reveling in the pleasure he was giving her.
A small voice in the back of his head quietly asked if he’d ever get enough of it, and was answered just as quietly.
"I'm gonna go until I bust this time, Lem. You ready?" Lemon didn't answer. She just threw her knees out wider, pulling her fingers out of her snatch to snake her hand around Amon's side to his back and start pulling insistently.
Amon lowered himself down over Lemon, lining himself up and sliding in quickly. He slipped all the way down, his crotch meeting hers this time. Seems this position gave him a bit more room to play with, as he'd hoped.
"Oh, dude, you're all in there. I'm stuffed." Her eyes took on a glassy appearance. "I can't take it. Fuck me, Amon. Blow your load in me." Her hand slid down Amon's back before clawing into his ass, pulling him slightly further into her.
Amon arched his back as pain and pleasure mixed in him, grinding Lemon into the couch. He started thrusting into Lemon for all he was worth, looking down at her blissfully as her shoulders bounced against the couch arm from the force of his thrusts. Her mouth was wide open, a constant moan escaping her as her tongue lolled out of her mouth again, her eyes unfocused.
He continued thrusting as he leaned down, capturing her mouth with his. Her tongue snapped to attention, her eyes focusing on his as their tongues battled inside their mouths. Amon's dick was on fire, and he knew he wasn’t not going to last much longer as he gazed into Lemon’s sparkling eyes.. He broke off the kiss, leaning further and putting his mouth next to her ear.
"I'm gonna pop, you sure you want it inside?" Lemon bit her lip hard before she nodded feverishly.
"Do it, Amon. I wanna feel the splash, dude." Amon could feel her hips start to twitch again, and smiled in heady satisfaction. He bit her earlobe, causing her to shudder in delight again.
Amon leaned back, his hands sliding under Lemon's ass and lifting her up as he scooted his knees under her thighs, slamming their hips together. Lemon's eyes popped open wide as she cried out, her hand sliding down to her snatch where she started rubbing her clit furiously. He looked down at her, back arched, one hand on her clit while the other pinched a nipple. It was enough to send him over the edge. He thrust forward while pulling her hips into his a few more times before he held her there, shuddering.
Finally, he popped, his balls and shaft contracting as he sent rope after rope of jizz into Lemon. He could feel her go over the edge with him as the first blast coated her insides, her tired pussy milking him for all it was worth.
With a groan, Amon shot the last of his load into Lemon and collapsed on top of her, his breath coming in short gasps. Lemon panted right along with him, her arms slowly flopping away from her pussy and tit as she basked, the feeling of Amon on top of her and inside of her euphoric.
"I love you, Amon." He kissed Lemon's cheek, nuzzling her lazily.
"Love you, too." Amon muttered. He suddenly stiffened slightly, surprised by his own words. 'Do I really love her?' Amon mused to himself, looking down at Lemon as she drifted off slowly. He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead before gingerly lifting himself off her. He slipped out of Lemon, his still half erect member glistening with an accumulation of fluids.
"Okay, I am not going to sleep with blood on my dick." Amon slipped off the couch and grabbed the blanket Flash had tossed to them off the floor, turning back to shake Lemon's shoulder lightly. "Come on, Lem. We need to take a shower before we go to bed." Lemon's eyes drifted open with a flutter.
"What, what's- oh, Amon, uh, sup?" Amon raised his eyebrows briefly, fighting down the urge to burst out laughing at Lemon’s attempt at nonchalance. He was pretty sure she wouldn’t appreciate it.
"We need to go shower, come on, get up." Lemon seemed to think about this for a while, before she reached out both arms to Amon with a smile.
"Carry me," She said with a giddy grin. Amon looked down at her with a deadpan face.
"Seriously?" Lemon just stuck her arms out further, her expression unwavering. "...You don't think you can walk, do you?"
"It feels like my hips are out of socket and my legs are made of jelly! You monster." Lemon said happily. Amon sighed, reaching down and scooping her up into a princess carry as she threw her arms around his neck.
"This is like, one of those ridiculous cliches. I don't remember you mentioning you were going to 'fuck me so hard I couldn't walk.'" Lemon chuckled weakly as Amon carried her out of Flash's room, down the hall and into the master bathroom.
"Had to make your first time special somehow, right?" Amon quipped as he set her down on the sink counter. She winced slightly from the pressure on her abused anatomy and the cold porcelain.
Amon walked into the shower, starting the water at a medium heat, then walked back out to Lemon. She stretched her arms out to him and he picked her back up, walking into the shower and stepping under the water.
"Oh, I'm going to hate you tomorrow, Amon." Lemon murmured as the water cascaded over them. Amon leaned down, setting Lemon on her feet and supporting her as she wobbled on shaky legs.
"You loved me a few minutes ago. Girls are so flighty." He said with a sigh. Lemon blushed, her expression embarrassed as she leaned into Amon and hid her face in his chest.
"That, that was post-coital Lemon. She's a sappy dope that can't keep her mouth shut." Lemon pushed Amon slightly so she could stick her head under the water. He nodded slightly as he held Lemon up, rubbing his chin.
"I liked her. Guess I'll have to spend more time with her." Amon grabbed a bottle of shampoo off the shelf inside the shower as Lemon spluttered at him, lathering up his and Lemon's hair. "You... Have a lot of hair, Lemon." Amon muttered inanely as he attempted to wash it with one hand.
"Yup, accentuates the headbanging, dude." Lemon added a hand to her hair, and they finished washing and rinsing it in fairly quick order. Amon couldn’t help getting hard again as Lemon pressed against him, still needing an arm around her for support. Her skin rubbed against his and he sighed contentedly as he traded out shampoo for body wash, squirting some into Lemon's free hand before rubbing a handful into his chest to lather it up.
They washed themselves and each other, scrubbing whatever was in reach.
Lemon paid a bit more attention to Amon's crotch than was technically necessary, but Amon was just as guilty while spending time on her ass.
"I can't believe you're hard again. Just gotta say, THAT is not going inside me again tonight. Weren't you satisfied?" Lemon pouted. Amon leaned next to her ear and whispered lustily.
"Never..." He then leaned back and laughed at the flustered look plastered on Lemon's face by the corny line.
"That should be stupid, not fucking hot." Lemon whimpered, turning her head away. Amon stayed silent, gently turning her face toward his and kissing her. That went on for a while, a little playful groping interspersed, but Lemon was too worn out and Amon knew it.
He finished washing them both off with Lemon's help, and after rinsing them he turned the shower off. He picked Lemon up, bringing her back to the sink counter and setting her down. She shivered slightly on the cold counter as Amon rummaged in a closet for some towels. Finding them after a minute, he tossed one to Lemon to sit on and one to dry herself off with, while taking one for himself.
"Mmm, I feel better Amon. I don't wanna think about how I'd be doing tomorrow if we hadn't." Amon finished drying off, then walked over to Lemon, sliding between her knees. He leaned into her and she wrapped her arms around him, chuckling as his persistent erection poked into her stomach.
"Tomorrow... Is going to be a long day." Lemon stroked Amon's back, resting her head against his chest.
"Yeah, we're gonna need to figure a lot of things out. But I don't wanna think about all that bullshit right now. Can't we just, like, be happy tonight?" Lemon sniffled lightly, and Amon lifted a hand and laid it on her head, stroking gently.
"Yeah, I like the sound of that." Amon lifted Lemon off the counter again, which she protested.
"Dude, I think I can walk now. You don't have to keep carrying me around." Amon just kept walking down the hall. He looked straight forward when he replied.
"You're right." Lemon thought about that for a while before she blushed, snuggling further into Amon's arms. They made their way back to Flash's room and Amon set Lemon back on the couch, grabbing the blanket they were provided and settling in next to her.
"Want to talk? Or listen to some music?" Amon asked quietly, getting a gentle shrug form Lemon.
"I don't care, I just wanna get comfy with you, Amon." She looked to the side, her expression embarrassed. Amon snatched up his iPod, just in case, and settled into the couch. Lemon sprawled on top of him and he pulled the blanket over them.
They talked. About running, music, school, whatever. They talked just to talk. Lemon confessed her secret love of a certain band...
Vinyl Scratch walked up to the door of Flash's house. She'd been trying to get a hold of him for hours, but her calls went straight to voicemail and her texts went unanswered. 'Guess he really is bummed about his parents fucking off to England without him. Or any notice. Or a number to reach them.'
She decided for the umpteenth time that Flash's parents were douchebags, and opened the door to his house. She walked into the kitchen to see if he was making himself breakfast or something. No go.
"Well, since I'm here already..." Vinyl pulled a big bowl from his cupboard, rummaging around before she found a box of Frosted Flakes. She emptied the box into the bowl. Raiding Flash's fridge, she took a slug off the gallon of milk in it then dumped some in her bowl.
She wandered around Flash's house looking for him, taking occasional spoonfuls from the bowl of cereal.
"Theywr gwwwwait...!"
The headphones that were her constant companion flipped over to the next track and she paused as the song she'd been thinking about for a while came on.
"Man, I need to get Octy to lay down some more cello tracks. This lazy swing thing they've got going on is bitchin'." She grooved her way up the stairs, passing his parent's room and the guest bedroom to walk into his. She looked over and saw his empty bed.
'Huh, guess he's out? I'll just chill here for a bit till he gets back.' Vinyl lifted her bowl out, took the few steps to the back of his couch and hurdled it like she'd done a hundred times, landing butt first. Unlike the ninety four other times she'd done this, her butt contacted something other than a comfy couch cushion.
* * *
Lemon awoke to a crushing weight on her face and the taste of Lycra. She screamed, thoughts of Veela smothering her in her sleep flashing through her head as she flailed about in a panic.
Amon woke up with a start, sitting straight up and upsetting the thrashing pile of female on his chest. His sudden movement threw off Vinyl's balance further and she tipped backward into him, her bowl of cereal smashing him in the forehead as soggy frosted flakes and milk went everywhere.
The flailing, screaming, groaning pile of limbs fell off the couch and Lemon's reflexes kicked in, gaining her a headlock on her assailant. Her groggy mind, still assuming that she had a headlock on Veela, fixed slowly on Amon. She chuckled evilly, before lunging forward.
Vinyl's eyes widened and she let out a scream that was quickly muffled.
"Suck my dick, you frigid bitch!" Lemon screamed as she mashed Vinyl’s face into Amon's crotch, which was of course suffering from the dread affliction of morning wood.
Amon thought he might have a concussion. He blinked blearily down at the familiar pleading eyes of Vinyl, his dick mashed against her nose. He could feel the vibration in his balls as she screamed into them.
'At least they're clean,' was the first thought that popped into his head.
Amon blinked again slowly, still not really all there. He felt Vinyl's tongue brush the base of his shaft as she struggled to free herself from Lemon's headlock, which Amon could have informed her was futile. At the touch, his dick twitched. Vinyl's eyes widened still further, before narrowing in fury.
"Lemon, get her off my-" That's as far as he got before Vinyl bit him.
Hard.
* * *
Flash burst into the room, clad only in a pair of boxers that were sporting a noticeable stain in the front. He ran around the side of the couch that was blocking his view of the struggle.
What he saw was a naked Lemon maniacally laughing as she ground a growling Vinyl's face into a crying Amon's crotch. Flash, of course, popped a boner.
"Amon, you dog." Flash muttered in admiration. Amon looked up at Flash with tears streaming down his face.
"Help. She's crushing them." Flash's eyes widened. Assessing the situation quickly, he leaned down and flicked Lemon on the bridge of the nose.
"Ow, shit!" Lemon yelled as her hands flew up the her nose, ‘Veela’ forgotten. Vinyl immediately pulled back, gasping for air.
"Oh, god, why?" Amon whimpered out as he curled up into a ball, his hands gently cupping his boys as milk and cereal slowly dripped off him. Flash leaned down and restrained Vinyl as she lunged for Lemon, a stream of profanity pouring out of her mouth as her hands clutched inches from Lemon's throat.
"Cock mother fist-fucking shitbrained yeast dribble CUNT! Gonna record your screams an’ mix em into a grindcore track dedicated to your mom!" Lemon rubbed her nose sourly before looking at Vinyl clearly for the first time. She took in her wild neon-blue hair, knocked askew pink shades and general coolness and came to a startling conclusion.
"You're not Veela. Why were you trying to kill me with your ass?" Lemon thought about this sentence for a second. "Ohhhh, you sat on me by accident." Lemon bumped her fist against her temple while clucking her tongue. "My bad."
Flash struggled to hold Vinyl back as a new fit of rage seemed to overtake her. Eventually she calmed down slightly.
"Great, she's a moron. And Flash?" Flash loosened his grip enough to let Vinyl turn around. She immediately shoved him violently away. "Get your dick out of my back! Why am I surrounded by dicks! FUCK!"
She flopped onto the couch, her fury breaking down into mortification as she clutched herself. Lemon tentatively stood up and walked over, sitting down next to her. She gently rubbed Vinyls shoulder and the DJ snatched her up into a hug, sobbing.
"It's okay, cocks aren't so bad, dude." Lemon murmured soothingly, Vinyl seeming to be reacting more to her tone than the actual words she used. Flash shared a glance with the recovering Amon, who merely muttered the universal epitaph of male confusion.
"Girls."
"You shut the fuck up, Amon! You were enjoying it!" Vinyl yelled at him. She then turned back to Lemon and buried her face into her chest. Lemon patted her back awkwardly, not sure if she was enthusiastic about the girl snuffling into the valley of her breasts or not.
"I'm going back to sleep. If I have a concussion maybe I won't wake up." Amon said softly before flopping back onto the floor.
Flash merely surveyed his domain.
Hot girl with face shoved in naked hot girl's boobs. Check.
Rival male incapacitated. Check.
He stood there, posing, awaiting his due from the prospective mates.
"Put some fucking clothes on, Flash." Lemon said, making a shooing gesture.
"Y-you first!" Flash shot back. His eyes widened and he clapped a hand to his mouth. 'What have I done!' Vinyl slowly retreated from her pillow, her face red.
"Umm, you're naked, right." Vinyl turned away from Lemon, her gaze flicking to Flash and she immediately averted her eyes. They fell upon Amon, still on the floor, boner killed by her mastication. Her face glowed red as she looked at the ceiling, the only safe place in her opinion.
"Sooooo, hi there, I'm Lemon Zest!" Lemon blurted out, unsure what to say but feeling like she had to break the awkward silence somehow.
"Vinyl Scratch. Can everybody stop being naked?" Lemon pondered this for a second before snapping her fingers.
"Oh, you're Amon's DJ friend! Oh, you're Amon's DJ friend..." Lemon's first sentence was filled with happy recognition. Her second rendition was filled with dread.
"Yeah, thanks for shoving her face in my crotch, Lem. And thanks for smashing me in the face and then trying to turn me into a eunuch, Vinyl. Wonderful start to the day. Just wonderful." Amon gingerly sat up, grabbing his pants off the couch and slowly pulling them on, gritting his teeth as he tried to zip them before giving up. 'Maybe when the swelling goes down.'
Both girls flushed at Amon's words, embarrassed looks crossing their faces. Flash, ignored, walked over to his dresser to find some clothes to wear.
"No respect, I get no respect at all, I tell ya." Flash muttered as he rummaged through his drawers. Meanwhile, Amon went around collecting Lemon's clothes before sitting down carefully next to her.
"I can't find your panties. What'd you do with 'em?"
"Oh, I put them under Flash's pillow. Too much?" Lemon looked sheepishly at Amon's deadpan expression as she started getting dressed.
"Little bit." Amon leaned past Lemon to address the still flaming Vinyl.
"So, Vinyl, meet my idiot, I mean, girlfriend, Lem. She's an idiot." Lemon bristled slightly at this, shooting him a glare.
"Hey! I was just defending myself from her ass assault. I thought Veela was trying to smother me with a really heavy, warm pillow. Made of spandex. Shut up." Lemon trailed off slowly, her petulance slowly being replaced with embarrassment.
"She's actually smarter than she makes herself out to be, I swear." Amon said, trying to defend her as best he could. She really wasn’t making it easy, though.
"No sex for a week." Lemon said, pouting, to which Amon just laughed.
"Okay, I doubt I'm gonna be that into it until the swelling in my balls goes down. Jesus, Vinyl, that was harsh." Vinyl glared at him.
"You twitched!"
"You licked me."
"By accident!"
Amon just stared at her, eventually cocking his head incredulously.
"Oh. Fuck, dude, I'm sorry." Vinyl gave Amon an apologetic look. He waved it off, smiling ruefully at her.
"No worries. You were freaking out, I get it. But you aren't coming anywhere near my dick for, like, ever." Vinyl snerked before reaching toward his crotch, wiggling her fingers and making spooky sounds. Lemon immediately whapped her on the back of the head.
"No, mine." Vinyl pouted at Lemon, making sad spooky sounds and wiggling her fingers in Amon's direction again.
"Well, maybe if you're reeeeally good." Lemon acceded.
“Hey! Lem, stop offering threesomes to my friends!" Lemon turned to Amon, smirking.
"But they're all so cute! Foursome?" Amon threw up his hands. 'The terrible thing is, I'm pretty sure she's serious.' Amon thought to himself.
"Oh, come on, she practically sucked your dick already. In for a penny, in for a pound, right?" Lemon pointed out what, to her, was a perfectly logical argument while Vinyl turned scarlet.
And didn't protest.
Amon stared at Vinyl as the silence stretched on. She flicked a glance over at Flash to make sure he was still occupied changing, then muttered out the side of her mouth.
"I'll see if Octy's down." Lemon beamed.
"Attagirl! See, Amon? Never hurts to ask. Foursome!" She squealed the last word out softly.
"And again, I apparently have no say in the matter." Amon muttered, slowly coming to terms with his fate.
"Silence, pet, your master is negotiating." Vinyl suddenly gasped in surprise as Lemon finished dressing, pulling on her blazer.
"Oh, dude, you're a Preppy? I think we might have to cancel that play date." Amon shot Vinyl a furious look. ‘Really? THIS again?’
"What the fuck, Vinyl? I figured of all people YOU wouldn't care about that school rivalry bullshit." Vinyl sighed, looking resigned.
"I don't give a shit, but Octy, she takes that shit real serious." Vinyl leaned in, whispering. "I think it's actually because they rejected her application. So jelly."
"So, who's this Octy anyway, and why does she control your snatch?" Lemon asked. Amon sighed, rubbing his forehead as his life continued to spiral into chaos around him.
"You know her, Lemon. It's Octavia, the one that pulled you off of me, wow, yesterday. Has it really only been a day?" Amon got lost in thought while Lemon nodded seriously to Vinyl.
"Yes, the gorilla woman. Best not to cross her. Why bring her up at all, though?" Lemon watched as Vinyl scratched her head, combing her fingers through her mussed up hair.
"Well, she's kinda my girlfriend." Vinyl said, a cheeky grin springing up on her face. It slowly died as Amon spoke up, though.
"Kinda meaning that Vinyl keeps doing stupid shit that Octavia breaks up with her over, then Vinyl goes crawling back to her and somehow convinces that fine woman to take her back."
Vinyl squirmed under Lemon’s scrutiny.
"Shut up, Amon, so I make mistakes. I'm an impulsive high school student." Amon turned to Lemon and raised an eyebrow.
"Five times since I've been here, and it hasn't even been a year, yet."
"You dog." Lemon muttered. "How can you dare her wrath? She'd break you in two." Vinyl continued to squirm as Amon regarded her before looking at Lemon.
"The two most popular theories at school are that the make-up sex is fantastic, or that Octy has a secret cuck fetish. I pray it's the former." Vinyl's eyes widened at the statement, gesticulating wildly as she jumped on her only viable option.
"You have no idea, Amon! Unbelievable make-up sex! Liters of fluid are exchanged!"
Lemon regarded Vinyl with a sly smile. "Methinks she doth protest too much..." And Amon sighed as another bit of his innocence departed. "...But on the upside, that makes our fun that much more likely!"
Amon wondered what kind of evil sexual parasite Lemon seemed to be spreading, and if he should even try to stop it.
"Am I just only noticing it now, or are all my friends suddenly way more deviant than I remember." Vinyl exchanged an enquiring look with Lemon.
"Two months." Lemon replied, to which Amon blushed. Vinyl just grinned.
"It's actually something of a running gag around school. Pinky said her count for flashing you without you noticing is in the hundreds." Amon gaped at Vinyl, before realizing that he somehow knew exactly what Pinky looked like naked.
"Even Rainbow thinks you're oblivious, and that's saying something." Flash piped in. Finished changing, he slid into his favorite beanbag across from the couch.
"Flash, how could you betray me like this? I thought we were buds." Amon said mournfully, staring soulfully at Flash.
"It was too funny. Plus, this betting pool got started, and I had a lot of money riding on you. Maybe I can switch my bet to 'Other' before Rarity finds out Lemon here won. Talk about a dark horse." Flash sighed.
"So, all those girls you kept trying to set me up with?" Flash nodded sheepishly.
"Hey, in my defense, I was still trying to get you laid. I just had more riding on it than you thought." At this, Lemon couldn’t contain herself any longer. she burst out into a fit of laughter, slapping her thigh repeatedly.
"Flash is your pimp! Do I owe you money, dude?" Lemon reached into her blazer for her wallet.
"Fifty bucks a pop. That means you, not him." Lemon pulled out a couple hundred dollars from her wallet, counted it quickly, then looked back at Flash.
"I, don't have enough." Amon facepalmed as Vinyl choked, her eyes going wide before she burst into a coughing fit. Lemon patted Vinyl's back lightly as Flash looked at Amon with pride.
"That's my best little earner."
"Oh my god, I'm a gigolo." Amon muttered, looking down at his hands, a stricken expression covering his visage.
"How much does a Kidney go for nowadays? I wanna buy him off you, dude." Lemon and Flash burst into new gales of laughter as Vinyl stared intently at Amon, her face flaming. Amon just sighed.
"What is my life?" He reached over, pulling Lemon into him and locking lips with her, kissing his little catalyst of change. Eventually, Amon broke off the kiss, another sigh escaping him as he looked into Lemon's dreamy eyes and hating that he was going to have to take that feeling away from her.
"Lem, we need to talk about what we're going to do." Lemon looked at him quizzically. She cocked her head with a smile.
"I'm sure we can win Octavia over, Amon. I can be VERY convincing." She smiled diabolically.
"I mean about Veela and her goon squad, and whatever ridiculous problems are going to crop up once my schoolmates find out." Amon murmured unhappily, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Oh, yeah. It kinda, slipped my mind, dude." Lemon's face drooped, but just as quickly perked up again. "But, come on Amon, all your friends that we've met so far have been fine with it. Maybe they all will be?"
"Maybe all my friends will be, although we already know that Octy's gonna take some convincing. But, I'm not friends with everyone at Ponyville High, you know." Amon glanced over at Flash and Vinyl. "And apparently, I've had a bunch of girls..."
"And three guys!" Flash piped up. Amon’s eye started twitching ever so slightly.
"...A BUNCH OF GIRLS vying for my affection for who knows how long. They probably aren't going to be too happy with you, you know." Lemon huffed before leaning away from him, throwing some mock punches.
"Lemme at em, Amon! I'll murderlize the lot of em!" Lemon halted her punches suddenly, a thoughtful expression on her face.
"Well, unless they're cute. Then we might need to make some room in this guy's busy schedule." Lemon reached down to pat Amon's crotch gently with a sultry chuckle.
"So, your plan is to fuck or fight a bunch of Ponyville High kids, which will somehow win them over? Sounds exhausting." Flash chuckled. "I'll sell tickets. It'll be glorious."
"You suck, Flash. Stop exploiting me for money. Or cut me in for fucks sake." Amon grumbled, giving Flash a sour look.
"No way, man, you're a cash cow." Amon glared at Flash while Vinyl slipped off the couch, brushing herself off.
"Look, I'm gonna run. I gotta meet up with Octy in a bit. I'll see if she wants to come over." Vinyl shot Lemon and Amon a covert glance, to which Lemon nodded emphatically. Amon just rolled his eyes, before waving as she left.
"See ya later Vinyl, sorry about all the crazy." Amon said, cracking a sickly grin.
"Later, man." Flash called as Lemon waved her off, beaming. However, Vinyl paused in the doorway, pinning Amon with an unsettling stare.
"Oh, the crazy hasn't even started, Amon..." She muttered ominously before walking out. Amon gulped.
"Shit, I need to call Rarity, Vinyl has like, zero poker face." Flash muttered as he pulled out his iPhone. Amon growled, but Lemon pulled him down onto the couch on top of her, snuggling into his side.
"Let him be sheisty, Amon. You have better things to worry about." Lemon muttered as she ran a hand up his side, tickling his ribs lightly.
"Hey, Rarity, it's about the bet. Yeah, I wanna change mine. Other. I don't know anything, I just have a feeling. No! No, you don't need to come over, I'm in seclusion, remember?" Flash stared at his phone for a second before looking up. "Umm, guys, I think Rarity's coming over."
"Like I didn't see that coming. Whatever, she'll probably faint when she sees us. That'll give us some time..." Amon's eyes suddenly widened.
"Shit! What time is it? Are we late for school?" Lemon and Flash both stared at Amon.
"Uh, it's Saturday, dude." Lemon said slowly, smirking as Amon’s expression showed only confusion.
"But, Coach said he was gonna keep me late at practice today..." Amon stated lamely.
"You really need to start reading your texts, Amon. Special weekend practices to get ready for the meet next week? Ring a bell? I'm not even on the team and I know that." Amon stared at Flash, absently running his hand up and down Lemon's hip as he pulled out his phone. Bold letters spelled out "special practice" as he scrolled up his unread texts.
"Oh, huh, how did I miss that?" Amon murmured, rubbing his head lightly.
"Because you're as dense as Osmium? Don't worry, I ascribe your incredible stamina to the hardiness of your base material, so I wouldn't change a thing." Amon stared at Lemon as she chuckled.
"That was hot." Flash muttered. Amon figured all the big words were feeding Flash’s fetish. 'Huh, is Lemon actually smart under all that ditz and sexy? Better and better.' Amon mused before focusing back on reality.
"Sooo, no school today, cool. What time is practice?"
"Read your fucking texts!" Amon winced at the dual assault on his eardrums as both Lemon and Flash shouted at him, checking his phone again.
"Okay, okay, Saturday and Sunday from three to six. Seven for me." Amon grumped at the extra time he had earned for his lackadaisical attitude yesterday.
"Hah, Amon got in twuuuuble." Lemon grinned at him, poking his pouty cheek with a finger.
"It's your fault, Lem. I couldn't focus on track because my mind was filled with thoughts of you." Amon delivered the line with a straight face, and Lemon colored slightly.
"No, seriously, he popped a boner in the shower thinking about you." Flash supplied. Lemon squeaked happily and buried her face in Amon's neck.
"I say you get to do the extra laps with me, since they're technically your fault." Flash looked at Amon askance.
"Um, isn't that like, really stupid, Amon? Aren't we trying to hide the fact that you and Lemon are dating?" Amon looked down at Lemon and kissed her cheek before turning back to Flash.
"Fuck that. Me and Lem decided we weren't going to let anybody drag us down with their attitude." Lemon nodded along with what Amon was saying.
"We're not gonna hide like we're doing something wrong." She said, smiling happily at Flash and slipping an arm around Amon’s back.
"Besides, between Vinyl and Rarity, no one's NOT gonna know by the time we go to practice." Amon mused out loud, getting a nod of agreement from Flash.
"Well, that's true. Speak of the devil, here she comes." Flash said as they all heard a car pull up in front of his house. He went to his window to check, and saw Rarity halfway to his door, her phone in her hands.
Flash dug his iPhone out of his pocket as it started vibrating. {I'm coming up} her text read. Flash walked around to the back of his couch and leaned against it.
"Don't say anything until I say to, this oughta be funny." Flash muttered as his door flew open, a red-faced Rarity panting in the doorway.
"Flash, what have you done! You've been trying to rig this wager in your favor from the very start, and I'm tired of it!" Rarity crossed her arms and glared daggers at Flash, who meekly smiled.
"Come on, Rares, I've only been trying to set my bro up. So I might have some money riding on the outcome, so what?" Rarity stalked forward, cracking her knuckles.
"You are using insider information as his friend to help your candidates out. I believe, in the gambling world, that constitutes a penalty of, oh, broken fingers?" Flash put his hands up, still smiling.
"Whoa, hold your horses there, Don Rarity. I have to wonder how a certain Berry Punch magically knew that Amon really likes Elliott Smith. He doesn't exactly wear that on his sleeve, eh?" Rarity pulled up short, coloring slightly as she turned away from Flash, waving a hand absently.
"Well, hmm, yes, who knows how these things are found out. Still, really, I can't just let you keep stretching the rules..." After a few seconds of thought, Rarity sighed. "Fine, you can switch your bet. But this is the last time, and you are going to tell me why you suddenly feel like some unknown girl is going to come along and sweep Amon off his feet."
Flash grins wickedly. "Well, because she already did. Several times, from what I understand." He held out his hand, gesturing at his couch. Getting an idea, Amon slipped his hands under Lemon's arms and quickly lifted her up over the back of the couch so Rarity could see her.
"The winnar!" Lemon squeaked in surprise as she was hoisted up, accompanied by Amon's best impression of a carny accent.
"What in heaven-?" Rarity exclaimed, her eyes widening as Amon sat up, grinning back at her.
"So, how big's the pot, Rares?" Flash stepped forward and caught Rarity as her eyes rolled up into the back of her head. For lack of a fainting couch, Flash carried Rarity over to his recliner, setting her down gently.
"See, told you she'd faint."
"Oh, yes prophet Amon. Will your next vision tell us the sky is blue? Or water is wet?" Flash snarked as he straightened back up from settling Rarity into the recliner. Amon stuck his tongue out at Flash as Lemon stared at Rarity.
"That, is the prettiest girl I have ever seen. Wow." She turned to Amon. "She's a total bitch, isn't she?" Amon pondered this for a few thoughtful seconds.
"Well, she can BE a total bitch, but that's not like, her factory setting or anything." Amon acceded, not wanting to throw Rarity under the bus.
"Hey, Rares is very nice. She can just be a little bit... Manipulative, sometimes." Flash noted. He looked at Amon with a sly grin before hiking a thumb in Lemon’s direction.
"Man, wait till she gets a load of Flutters, eh Amon?" Flash chuckled as he walked back to his beanbag. Amon blanched instantly and turned to Lemon.
"Don't leave me for Fluttershy, I've only had you for a day." Lemon laughed hard at Amon’s expression.
"Whoa, there is no way, dude. I've been chasing you for a long time. I'm no catch and release girl. Stuffed. Mounted. Hung like a horse." Amon still looked worried.
"That's what you say now..." Lemon silenced him with a kiss, determined to prove to him how deep her affections went.
"He's not that big..." Flash muttered petulantly as the action on the couch became more heated . Feeling slightly uncomfortable, Flash got up and wandered over to his bed, flopping down on it. He glanced over to the unconscious Rarity. "No bet to see who old Flash ends up with, is there, Rares?" He curled up with his back turned to the rest of his room, plugging his headphones into his stereo and starting a track.
Amon and Lemon were lost in their own steamy world, casually exploring each other. Amon was taking his time. He felt like everything he'd done with Lemon had kind of been under the gun. Now now now.
"I still can't believe it's only been a day since I really met you, Lem." She murmured in agreement as she brushed her fingers over his chest.
"We seem to have made up for lost time pretty well." Lemon whispered into Amon's ear. She chuckled as he cupped a breast lightly, his fingers trailing over her nipple through the cloth.
"I need to borrow some clothes from somebody, these take way too long to take off." Lemon noted as she casually stripped off her blazer and skirt without another word.
"Hey, Lemon, come on. Octy and Vinyl could be here any minute, Rarity is passed out in a chair over there, and Flash is on his bed. Is this really the best time?" Lemon looked Amon in the eye.
"You should know by now that I really don't care, Amon. We don't have to fuck, but I like feeling you against me. It's gonna be a while before I let you get out of arm's reach. Get used to it." Lemon finished speaking as she stripped off her blouse, naked again. Amon pulled her back down into his arms, sighing along with her as he felt her warm skin against his.
"Yeah, this is nice." Lemon murmured in agreement as she kissed his chest lightly, her hand sliding down to his still open pants.
"Lemon, are we gonna fool around again?" She looked up at him, a seductive expression on her face as she licked her lips.
"What do you think, Amon?" He sighed, reaching down and gathering her clothes and the blanket from the foot of the couch.
"Wrap up, we're going to the guest bedroom. You might be fine with it, but I don't want Rares to watch me fuck. She'd probably have a heart attack." Amon gingerly zipped his pants up, sitting up and getting off the couch. He walked over to Flash's bed and shook him lightly on the shoulder.
"Sup, man?" Flash enquired, slipping off his headphones.
"We're gonna go to the guest bedroom. Let us know if Rares wakes up or anyone else shows up, will ya?" Flash nodded, taking in the sight of Lemon standing behind Amon, her clothes in a bundle in her arms and the blanket draped around her shoulders. "Knock?"
"You got it, man. Have fun." Flash gave Amon a slightly lecherous grin. Amon casually flipped him off as he walked out of his room, leading Lemon down the hall. He opened the door and him and Lemon entered the room.
Amon looked around the room. It was nicely furnished, with an en-suite bathroom, but his eyes were immediately drawn to the bed.
"Hah, Flash really likes that nerdy type." Lemon commented with a chuckle. The bed sheets were twisted up at the end, pillows piled up against the headboard, and several issues of 'Nrrd Grrlz' were scattered over the bed, mostly open to centerfolds.
Amon walked over, glancing between his hands and the magazines. 'Squick, dude.' Lemon looked at Amon before walking over to the bed and gathering them up without a second glance.
"Lemon, eww, he was probably touching those while..." She turned back to Amon with an exasperated expression before she laid the magazines on the bedside table in a neat stack.
"Amon, I offered to have a threesome with him, do you really think I care if I touch his dirty magazines?" Amon pondered this for a moment.
"Well, that's true, I guess." Lemon dropped her clothes and the blanket unceremoniously on the floor and clambered up onto the bed, shaking her ass a little bit as she did so.
"Get those pants off and get over here, Amon." Kicking the door shut lightly, Amon grinned at Lemon before pulling his pants down.
"As you command, mistress." Amon jokingly bowed to Lemon, who flushed prettily, then slid onto the bed. Lemon immediately slipped a hand into his crotch, rubbing his shaft with a rapt expression on her face. Amon hissed lightly as her fingers brushed against his abused balls, but responded, his dick hardening to readiness.
"Poor little guys. We're gonna have to pay Vinyl back for that, Amon. I'm thinking anal beads." Lemon chuckled evilly as Amon slid a hand behind her to massage her ass.
"That's not nice, Lem. It was an accident." Lemon nodded jerkily as Amon's hand slipped lower.
"This'll be an accident, too. 'Woops! Pop. Pop. Pop.'" Amon blinked at Lemon’s lascivious grin. 'Man, this girl...' Amon thought to himself as his hand passed over her pucker, traveling past it to gently rub Lemon's already wet lips.
"Mnnnn, yeah, I love that..." Lemon choked out as her fingers played up and down Amon's cock. He sighed in pleasure, contenting himself with exploring Lemon's body with one hand while his other one gently rolled her lips, nudging her clit occasionally.
Lemon had other plans of course, and she leaned down, her tongue gliding down one side of his shaft and up the other before popping his head into her mouth. Amon gasped, her hot mouth causing his dick to jerk.
"Hey, I think it's my turn, yeah?" Amon turned himself around, laying down with his head in front of Lemon's slick entrance. She shuddered with anticipation, lowering her mouth down Amon's shaft, her tongue swirling around the head until it slid past into her throat. She hummed giddily as Amon's lips met hers, his tongue snaking out to lap the length of her slit.
"Mmm, you taste good, Lem..." Amon muttered as he licked his lips before sucking Lemon's bud into his mouth, his tongue alternately swirling around it and mashing into it. Her hips bucked, her humming growing frantic as she moved her mouth up and down Amon's shaft.
She tried to take more of Amon down her throat, but the results were much the same as with with her last attempt. With a 'Gluck!' she backed all the way off again, coughing and gasping lightly.
Amon leaned up a bit, his tongue darting out and plunging into Lemon's passage. He rolled his tongue around her entrance, the combination of salty, musky flavors intoxicating. Not wanting to feel outdone, Lemon dove back onto Amon's rod to smother her own cries as he edged her toward orgasm.
There was no subtlety now, Lemon simply bobbing her head as fast as she could. 'I wanna go first, dammit.' Lemon thought to herself, but she knew it was futile as Amon switched back to licking her clit, a hand giving her ass a squeeze before moving across the taut flesh to slide a finger into her spasming pussy.
"Ungggh!" Lemon's muffled cry echoed out as she slid as far down Amon's shaft as she could, choking herself as her orgasm hit. Amon continued to swirl his tongue around Lemon's clit as her legs closed around his head, her thighs trapping his hand as well.
Her legs squeezed his head in rhythm with the finger stroking her walls.
Eventually, Lemon backed off Amon's shaft, gasping for air. Her legs relaxed, but Amon continued licking her slit, adding another finger inside her as his tongue worked on her bud.
Lemon panted for a few moments, collecting herself from her orgasm before sliding Amon's shaft back into her mouth, her tongue gliding up and down the top of his dick. Trying to collect herself, anyway, as his unrelenting assault on her nethers was still stirring the depths of an ocean of pleasure inside her, waves crashing against the edges of her consciousness. One of her hands reached down to circle the base of Amon's cock again, using her abundant saliva as lubricant to frig it rapidly.
Her other hand reached down to grab one of Amon's nipples between her fingers and pinch it.
"Gah!" Amon gasped into Lemon's pussy, his breath heavy as Lemon performed her double assault on his dick. Suddenly, he grinned as a thought came to him from their earlier conversation.
Sliding his middle finger into her pussy, Amon liberally coated it with her juices before switching his thumb in. He sucked Lemon's bud back into his mouth, and then slid his middle finger slowly but firmly into her anus.
Lemon's eyes popped wide at the intrusion, her tongue lolling out the side of her mouth and her eyes rolling back as Amon started pistoning his thumb into her snatch and his middle finger into her asshole.
Her body rocked by another shattering orgasm, Lemon lost her rhythm on Amon's cock, gargling on it as her saliva built up and she forgot to swallow. Amon was edging closer to his own release, but he didn't want to blow his load in Lemon's mouth. He backed his head out from between Lemon's thighs.
"I wanna be inside you, Lem." Lemon backed off his dick with a slurp, eyes half groggy and all accusing as she stared at it.
"Fine, thish dick doeshn't sheem to like my mouth." Lemon said, slurring a bit on the excess saliva still in her mouth.
"Oh, It likes it fine, it just knows it's more worthwhile somewhere else." Lemon giggled giddily at his words, not unhappy in the least. Amon scooted back, laying down on his back and motioning for Lemon to come get him with a sly smile. She did so slowly, exaggerating her sensual climb up his body.
Lemon splayed her legs, sliding up Amon with her inner thighs, the sweat from each of their exertions and the juices running down them making it a slippery slide up until her pussy bumped against his cock. She scooted forward, her hand sliding down to press Amon's dick into her from the front, her hips thrusting forward to grind him into her from the back.
Amon groaned as Lemon rode forward further, his dick sliding under her and splitting her lips. She rocked her hips back and forth, her pussy lips sliding up and down the underside of Amon's shaft.
"Does it feel good, Amon?" Lemon whispered throatily, biting her lip as his cock slithered up and down her clit. Amon could feel the little bump digging into his shaft with every thrust of Lemon's hips.
"Oh my god, it feels incredible Lem. I'm gonna shoot, unnngh..." Lemon was almost shocked out of her own pleasure by Amon's unusually intense words.
"You must really like this, Amon, you're always so stoic." Lemon clapped her hands giddily, finally finding a chink in Amon's armor. She shivered though as he lifted a hand and placed it against her flat stomach.
"Lemme in, Lem. I wanna be in here..." Lemon focuses back on Amon immediately, scooting further forward and reaching behind herself to find his dick. She leaned forward, lined him up with her passage and slid back onto him.
"Oh, fuck yeah!" Amon grunted loudly, surprising Lemon. 'He's really into it this time...' She wriggled her hips slightly, working down Amon's shaft the rest of the way and straightening up. She reached down, grabbing one of Amon's hands and putting it back on her stomach.
"Can you feel it inside me, Amon? You're filling me to the brim." Lemon rocked her hips lightly, stirring herself on his shaft.
Lemon clutched a hand to her tit as Amon started bucking his hips, her rocking motion exaggerating his small thrusts. She grunted as he plunged into her. Amon put the hand not pressed to Lemon's stomach on her hip, pushing down lightly as he thrust up, spearing her. Lemon's eyes widened as she felt him slam into her, practically knocking the breath out of her. The raw sensation was enough to send her plunging back into the turbulent waters inside her like a cannonball.
"Ohhh, dammit, I'm cumming!" Lemon cried out, her hand letting go of Amon's as she brought it down between her legs and started rubbing her clit furiously. Amon felt a new rush of heat and moisture engulf his shaft, grinning wildly as the evidence of Lemon'd enjoyment lubricated him further. He placed his hand on her other hip, jamming her down on himself as he rocked his own, micro-thrusting into her as her walls contracted against him.
"Fuuuughh..." Amon groaned out as he pushed himself over the edge, his dick swelling and jerking, spraying his load up inside Lemon. He felt like he was emptying his very soul into this girl, his eyes forced closed by the intense sensations as his back arched and his hips picked up off the mattress, actually lifting Lemon in the process
She squeezed her nipple as she felt Amon's hot cum coat her insides, his orgasm pumping far more into her than it had the last time. Lemon fell forward onto Amon's chest, his dick popping out of her, the last few streams hitting her in the back as his dick settled between her ass cheeks, still twitching lightly.
"Fu-fuck, that was intense, dude. You had a lot of fun that time, huh?" Lemon said, giggling happily as Amon wrapped his arms around her tiredly.
"Shit yeah. I think that was the best fuck I ever had. You're incredible, Lem." He grinned weakly up at her before nuzzling into the crook of her neck, nipping the tender flesh there.
"You're not so bad yourself, Amon." Lemon chuckled as she reached back, her hand wrapping around Amon's shaft again and jerking it lightly, coating her fingers in their shared juices. Her hand stilled however as she felt his cock jerk against her fingers, slowly stiffening again.
She looked back over her shoulder, then back to Amon's face, her eyes wide and incredulous. Amon just looked at Lemon with a sheepish grin on his face, shrugging.
* * *
"Ohhh, dammit, I'm cumming!"
Rarity sat bolt upright in the recliner. 'Oh, dear, I feinted.' She thought inanely to herself. She looked around the room, not seeing Amon or the green haired girl anywhere, but saw Flash curled up on his bed. He had his headphones on and back turned to her.
Suddenly, a loud groan echoed through the house.
Flash felt a hand grip his shoulder as his headphones were pulled none too gently off his head. He turned to see a furious, and furiously blushing, Rarity staring at him.
Rarity tapped a finger against her ear, then twirled it in the air next to her head, and Flash realized he could hear a rhythmic pounding coming from somewhere in the house. 'Like I need to guess where it's coming from,' Flash thought.
"Explain!" Rarity practically snarled in his face, her blush heightening as the pounding picked up in pace.
"Well, when a boy and a girl like each other very much, they give each other a special hug to show how much they mean to each other-" Rarity cut him off with a sharp gesture.
"Dammit, Flash, don't be so juvenile. Who is that girl and why is Amon using her to break your furniture?"
"Ha, good one. That's Lemon Zest, Amon's girlfriend of these past, uh, eighteen hours or so?" Flash flicked a hand to his stereo, turning off the music as he divested Rarity of his headphones and set them on top of it.
"But, how? Amon hasn't shown the slightest interest in any of the girls we've tried to set him up with." Rarity winced as a particularly loud thump echoed through the house, and her blush kicked up a notch at the high shriek that followed it. Flash felt his own cheeks start to heat up, but he looked at Rarity anyway.
"Do you want my theory?"
"Please." Rarity muttered, her eyes down and to the side as she pulled absently on her shirt collar. Flash chuckled at her discomfort.
"Well, Amon is really good at making friends, right? He's a people pleaser, through and through." Rarity looked at Flash, a dour expression on her face.
"Are you trying to say Amon friendzoned the whole school? That's crazy, girls do that to boys." Flash shook a finger at Rarity.
"Uh uh uh, that's something people do to people. Amon was so worried about making friends when he first got here, he stopped seeing the girls from Ponyville as girls, and only saw them as friends." Flash nodded slowly to himself as he laid out his personal theory.
"Well, that's all fine and good, but that still doesn't explain how this Lemon girl captured his interest." Flash grinned in a way one could only call malicious.
"Simple, she's not from Ponyville High." Rarity tilted her head, giving Flash a questioning look.
"Well that doesn't make any sense, where in blazes did she come from, then?" Flash stared at her, watching the gears turn.
"Oh, no, the scandal! The infamy!" Rarity suddenly cried out, her head thrown back and the back of her hand pressed to her forehead. Flash grinned at her again.
"Yup."
"Oh, I do hope this doesn't cause problems for them. That whole school rivalry thing is dreadfully gauche." Flash nodded, his thoughts running along the same lines.
"Yeah, I doubt they'll have any real problems from the Ponyville side, but it sounds like some girl is stirring up trouble for them over at Crystal." Rarity looked a bit put out before wincing at a loud groan coming from elsewhere in the house.
"He really is being quite, enthusiastic, isn't he? But that won't do, we simply must get this Crystal Prep girl off their backs, as it were." Flash rubs his chin thoughtfully.
"Well, I've got them shacked up here until my parents get back from London, and I doubt anything's going to happen to Lemon while she's actually at school." Rarity sighed as the thudding finally stopped before catching Flash's eye again.
"Well, that's fine, but it's not exactly attacking the problem at it's source, is it? Oh, come on!" Rarity exclaimed as the thumping resumed.
"Position change..." Flash muttered, earning him a very unladylike whap on the head from Rarity.
"R-really though," Rarity stammered, her blush back in full force, "We must get to the bottom of this. I mean, plunge the depths of this mystery! D-dammit!" Flash flopped back on his bed, clutching his stomach as he burst into raucous laughter. Rarity fumed at him, her arms wrapped around herself.
"Y-yeah, Rarity, we need to get to the root of the problem. Really work it until the solution comes to us! HAH!" Rarity sank to the floor in a puddle of embarrassment as Flash continued to laugh, unable to stop himself.
* * *
Octavia followed Vinyl into Flash's house.
"So, let me get this straight. Amon, our Amon, wants to have a foursome with us and his new girlfriend." Vinyl paused on the stairs, glancing back at her.
"Well, I mean, he seemed okay with it. It was mostly Lemon's idea." Vinyl gave Octavia a sheepish grin before continuing up.
"Who is this Lemon tart, anyway? I've never heard of her." Vinyl continued down the hallway, noting the sound of a shower running as she passed the guest room.
"Lemon Zest, not tart. I dunno, I just met her today." Vinyl said evasively as she strolled into Flash's room, not bothering to knock.
"Here comes the party!" She exclaimed. Flash looked up from his recliner, a book in his hands. He gave a small wave before going back to reading. Vinyl huffed, her entrance ignored. She looked to the side and noted Rarity on Flash's bed, curled up with his headphones on.
"Where are Amon and this, Lemon girl?" Octavia asked as Vinyl went over to Flash's bed to investigate.
"Showering. They just finished a few minutes ago." Flash replies, not looking up.
"Finished?" Octavia questioned as Vinyl poked Rarity, causing her to jerk before she pulled down the headphones and turned toward the room. Flash put down his book, forming a circle with one hand and sticking a finger back and forth through it.
"Is it over?" Rarity asks tremulously.
"Yeah, sounds like they're done." Flash responded. Octavia gaped at him as Vinyl leans in to get a closer look at Rarity.
"Dude, are you okay?" Rarity pulled the surprised Vinyl into a crushing hug.
"It was so loud, and they just, they just didn't stop. I can still hear the moans..." Rarity hiccuped. "It was the. Worst. Possible. Thing." Vinyl decided to keep her mouth shut as she felt Rarity's hard nipples poke her in the chest. 'Definitely keeping that smell to myself, too.'
Flash just rolled his eyes at Rarity before turning to Octavia, who still hadn't said anything.
"Yes, it's true, our little Amon is all grown up and got over his fear of cooties and everything." Flash leaned forward, steepling his fingers. "And the world trembles."
Vinyl snickered. "Well, I can think of a few things that might tremble."
"You're all serious. Amon has a girlfriend. And they have sex." Octavia looked down, trying to wrap her head around this.
"For hours." Flash replied.
"It's just, not possible." Rarity muttered, shivering. She crushed Vinyl to her, drawing out a squawk of protest from the DJ.
"Fine, it was like, an hour and fifteen minutes, but still. Marathon man, I'm seriously jealous." Octavia struggled to assimilate this information. Her mental picture of Amon, that of a sweet younger brother, was crumbling. The disparity between her view of him and this new mental picture of a strong, virile man was... Troubling.
"I'm finding it hard to believe, honestly." Octavia muttered.
"Believe it!" Vinyl exclaimed, extricating herself from Rarity with some difficulty and rushing over to Octavia. She grabbed onto the larger girl, her mouth in Octavia's ear. "She couldn't afford all the orgasms, Octy. She had a lot of money." Vinyl whispered fiercely. Octavia regarded Vinyl incredulously.
"What-!"
"Inside joke. Amon is a gigolo, hardy har har." Flash interjected. Rarity patted her pockets, looking for her wallet before realizing what she was doing. She shoved her hands over her mouth and let out a muffled scream. Flash watched her mental breakdown with relish.
"Okay, get over it girls. It had to happen sometime. Speak of the devil..." Flash watched as Amon walked into the room, still shirtless and toweling his hair dry. He paused in the doorway.
"Oh, hi Octy, Vinyl. Seems you're awake, too, Rarity. How's it... Going..." Amon trailed off at the expressions he was receiving. Octavia looked troubled. Vinyl was grinning in a way that Amon found disturbing. Rarity was biting her lip. 'The fuck?'
Amon took a step back in apprehension.
"Keep it in your pants, ladies." Flash said mildly.
Amon watched, bewildered, as all the girls threw the nearest thing they could reach at Flash. He took a pillow to the face from Rarity and Octavia then ducked, eyes wide, as Vinyl's platform boot flew over his head and impacted the wall with a thud.
"Jesus, Vinyl!" Flash yelled while she hopped in place.
"What?"
"Learn to appropriate response, you maniac." Flash muttered as Amon walked all the way into the room, throwing the towel he was using into the clothes hamper. He was pretty sure it was the only thing in there.
"Where's Lemon?" Flash asked as Vinyl hopped over, retrieving her boot.
"Umm, resting...?" Flash laughed at his obvious evasion.
Vinyl fell over.
"I'm sure, man. She gonna be with us today?" Flash asked in a taunting tone, to which Amon blushed. Octavia walked over to Vinyl, giving her a look as she lifted her off the floor, letting her re-boot herself. Flash pushed himself off his recliner, walking over to his bed and pulling a mildly protesting Rarity up.
"Come on, let's sit on the couch. In fact, everybody take a seat. All this looming is bugging me." He lead Rarity around his couch, plopping her down on it and sitting beside her. Vinyl shrugged, pulling Octavia over, and they took up the last two spaces.
Amon walked over slowly before flopping down into a beanbag with a soft grunt. Rarity twitched and Flash took her hand, patting it solicitously.
"So... Good weekend so far, everybody?" Amon ventured.
"I suppose, other than my paramour filling my head with lies, as usual." Octavia replied, Flash and Rarity merely exchanging a look while Rarity's face colored slightly.
"Hey, back me up here, Amon, I'm shootin' straight!" Amon squirmed slightly at Vinyl's protest before looking at Octavia, a complicated expression on his face.
"Well, you see, the thing is.." Amon sighed, looking Octavia in the eye. "I can't say no to her, so, yeah, I guess the offer's still on the table." Octavia stiffened slightly, her expression unreadable. She eventually looked down, seeming lost in thought. Octavia's hand absently rubbed the couch next to her with one hand, her other making the same movements on Vinyl's thigh.
"Aww yeah! Thundercats are go!" Vinyl crowed as Flash and Rarity exchanged a bewildered look.
"We'll discuss this when all parties are present, Vinyl." Octavia rumbled. Her eyes flicked back to Amon's before a confused look crossed her face. "Flash, why is your couch sticky?"
"Vinyl spilled cereal on it!" Amon instantly threw Vinyl straight under the bus, a ready excuse available that might actually be true. His eye twitched, his face rigid as all eyes turned to Vinyl.
"Dammit Vinyl, I told you not to eat on my couch. Everybody up, we'll flip the cushions." They all did so with a grumble, Octavia giving Vinyl a look that promised later consequences.
Amon's eyes widened slightly as they all turned around, bending over to flip the cushions. Flash looked over his shoulder and tossed Amon a wink, and he was pretty sure it wasn't his imagination that the girls were bending over much farther than necessary.
In Vinyl's case it wasn’t even a question, as she gave her ass a little shake before turning back around to sit down. Amon gulped.
"So, yeah, not much to say until Lemon gets out here..." Flash muttered, absently retrieving Rarity's hand and patting it again. She didn’t protest, just staring at her lap, her face still crimson. Giving her head a little shake, she looked up at Amon, giving him a weak smile.
"I think I need to go. I'll have to take a rain check on meeting your lov- umm, friend, Amon." Rarity placed her hand on top of Flash's, giving it a squeeze accompanied by a thankful expression before she placed it in his lap. "Please, express my regrets, but I simply must take care of something. Keep me in the loop, Flash, will you darling?" Receiving a cautious nod from him, Rarity stood up, brushing her skirts down briskly and walking over to Flash's bed to grab her purse.
"Later, Rares!" Vinyl called out as Rarity rushed out the door to Flash's room. She was echoed by the rest of the group. Vinyl turned to Octavia after Rarity was out of eyesight. "She's totally going home to shlick." Octavia pinched the bridge of her nose and let out a weary sigh.
"Perhaps, but must you point it out so brazenly?" Vinyl just grinned at her.
"Umm, this IS me we're talking about. Brazen is like, my middle name." She stuck her tongue out.
* * *
Rarity rushed out the door, closing it behind her. She slowed down, her steps quiet as she came up to the door to the guest room. It was slightly ajar. 'Well, one little peek couldn't hurt before I go...' Rarity mused. Quickly but quietly Rarity snuck up to the door, looking through the crack to the room beyond.
She saw Lemon straightening up, pulling her skirt up her legs. Rarity almost gasped. The fact that Lemon still wasn't wearing panties was titillating enough, but Rarity could see a clear handprint on her left ass cheek. She couldn’t help but stare at Lemon as she pulled her skirt the rest of the way up and fastened it with a hiss.
"I swear, I'm gonna be walking around bowlegged by the time the week's over." Lemon muttered, seemingly to herself. Rarity staggered back from the door, her hand creeping up to her breast and pinching the nipple as she bit her lip.
Her hand dove into her purse, reassuring her as it closed around a familiar cylinder. Looking up and down the hallway, Rarity rummaged further into her purse, eventually pulling out an egg shaped plastic device. She turned and made her way unsteadily down the hallway, twisting the top and bottom halves of the egg in opposite directions.
It came to life in her hands, letting off a soft buzz as it vibrated against her palm. As she walked down the stairs, she reached down and pulled her panties aside, rubbing the egg against her already wet entrance.
Rarity stopped at the door, leaned one hand against it and pushed, inserting the egg inside herself with a gasp and purr. She pulled her panties back, hoping they would be enough to keep her little friend inside as she drove.
'I hope I can actually drive like this.' Rarity thought to herself as she staggered out the front door, making for her car.
* * *
Flash watched out his window as Rarity pulled away from the curb, weaving slightly before straightening out and speeding off. He shook his head, chuckling. 'Hope she makes it.' Amon shifted in his beanbag uncomfortably.
"Well, that's a side of Rares I never expected to see." Flash shrugged in response, walking back over to the couch and sitting down.
"She was in the pool back when it started, but she pulled out when the field got too big, and took it over." Amon looked at Flash, a sickly grimace on his face.
"Never tell me who was in the pool, Flash. I really don't want to know." Amon said, yet again struck with the uncomfortable knowledge that he’d been the object of this strange wager. Not for the first time, he wondered how many people in that pool had been legitimately interested in him, and how many had just seen him as a challenge. Apparently missing the inner turmoil roiling in front of him, Flash just grinned.
"I make no promises. It's too easy to throw you off by mentioning something like..." He turned to Vinyl, grinning. "Maybe a certain DJ we both know threw her name in, before her girlfriend found out and made her life hell for a week." Amon stared at Flash. He looked at Vinyl, who was grinning unabashedly, but his heart ached at the expression he caught on Octavia's face.
"See, that seems funny to you, but to me it sounds like I fucked up two friends of mine's relationship." Flash opened his mouth to comment, but eventually closed it, a thoughtful look on his face.
"No way, dude. You don't get the rap for that one, that was my fuck-up." Vinyl stated before she turned to Octavia. "We worked that shit out, and I'm trying to not be that stupid again." Octavia reached out to stroke Vinyl's cheek softly.
"My stupid little DJ..." She murmured, smiling softly. Vinyl caught up her hand and kissed the palm, grinning as she pulled her shades down her nose and looked over them.
"My Tave dot Wave..." She returned silkily. Amon looked at Flash intensely, as if to say 'see what I almost fucked up without even realizing it?' Flash nodded. He got it.
"So, mushy stuff aside, we've still got a couple hours before Amon has to go to practice. What are we doing?" Octavia looked from Amon to Vinyl, color slowly rising in her cheeks as her mind settled on a subject she was less than comfortable with.
"We still have to have a private little chat, this Lemon and Amon, Vinyl and I." Flash just rolled his eyes, but Vinyl seemed a bit put out. She slid down the couch, sidling up next to him and throwing an arm around his shoulders.
"Aww, come on, don't exclude Flash, here. I'm sure we could..."
"NO." Amon and Octavia both said at the same time, cheeks lighting up as they looked at each other sheepishly. Amon turned a face halfway between embarrassed and apologetic to Flash. "Sorry, man, this is just-" Flash waved a hand, cutting Amon off.
"No problem, you guys need to work some stuff out, I get it. You're as good friends with Vinyl and Octy as you are with me." Flash watched as Lemon finally appeared in the doorway, waving at her and catching all of their attention. "I mean, if you guys are gonna get rocky because Lemon goes to Crystal Prep, you should hammer that shit out soonest."
Flash narrowed his eyes in confusion as both Amon and Vinyl made frantic cut-off gestures. "What?"
Amon felt as if the room has been dropped into the Ocean. He could feel the atmosphere thicken palpably as Lemon gingerly walked around the couch and lowered herself into his lap.
"You..." Octavia muttered, staring at Lemon.
"Hi again, Octavia. Hope we can get off to a better start than last time. I'm Lemon Zest." Amon wasn't sure what to do as Octavia stared at Lemon levelly. He'd seen her blow up on Vinyl before, and it usually started just like this. ‘The calm before the storm…’ Amon thought with a shudder.
"Come on, Octy, you can't really be judging Lemon just by the fact that she goes to a certain school." Flash interjected tentatively. Octavia cast a glance at Flash and quirked a smile.
"What, you guys didn't know that?" Lemon asked, taking in the surprised looks on everyone but Octavia’s faces. Amon rubbed the bridge of his nose in consternation.
"No, we didn't. You could have mentioned it, since you seem to, though." Octavia smiled awkwardly, brushing at her skirt absently.
"Not one of my proudest moments, I'm sure. I AM surprised that you remember me, though, Lemon." Lemon chuckled, leaning forward with an evil grin on her face.
"What? Come on, you're like an urban legend at Crystal. You put two kids and a teacher in the hospital your first month there, and got expelled. You're bad ass." Octavia let out a hearty laugh. Vinyl was the only one that noticed the hard edge it had and frowned.
"I see my story grows with the telling. I didn't put anyone in the hospital, or get expelled." Flash stared at Octavia along with Vinyl.
"I, for one, think it's story time."
"Tell us your tale of adventure in the Crystal kingdom, Octy." Vinyl said, eyes wide. Octavia gave Vinyl a droll look before clearing her throat.
"Well, where to start? When I was fourteen, my parents moved to the area for work." Octavia grimaced slightly.
"I was not, thrilled, to leave England behind, and this may have predisposed me toward acting out." Vinyl, sensing Octavia's unease, leaned into her and wrapped her arms around her waist. Octavia gave her a thankful smile and slid an arm around Vinyl before continuing.
"I had good grades, was something of a musical prodigy, and my parents had money, so of course I would go to the prestigious Crystal Prep." Lemon snickered at this, squirming around in Amon's lap to get comfortable.
This did not make Amon comfortable.
"The facilities were wonderful, the professors knowledgeable, and my fellow students tolerable... At first." Octavia sighed, recalling painful memories, and earned an extra squeeze from Vinyl.
"I went to a very liberal school back in England, and the sight of two gentleman, or two ladies for that matter, snogging in the hallway wasn't anything unusual. I had no inclination to hide my bisexual leanings, so when a girl caught my fancy that first week, I thought nothing of asking her out." Lemon winced, recalling similar experiences. "Suffice it to say, my offer was rebuffed with prejudice." Flash pondered this for a second.
"So, you got turned down, and that made you leave the school?” Octavia gave him a dull look.
"No, Flash, the dildos in my locker, the "Dyke" and "Cuntlicker" epithets scrawled on my music notes, those things were what eventually forced me to lash out." Octavia let out a tired sigh while Vinyl stared at her, the hurt she saw in her lover’s face reflected in her eyes.
"It's not like that anymore, you know." Lemon interjected. "After you left, Dean Cadance really cracked down on that stuff. A couple kids got expelled before they came to the conclusion that shit wasn't gonna fly."
Octavia sniffed haughtily, but no one was fooled by what it was hiding as they saw her eyes glisten slightly..
"Well, at least some good came from my suffering. A little late for me, though." Vinyl leaned over without a word, pulling Octavia's face toward hers and resting her forehead against the other girls. They hold this position for a few moments, breathing steadily before Octavia opened her eyes and gave Vinyl a peck on the lips.
"Thank you, Vinyl. On with the story, I suppose. This harassment continued until around the fourth week of my enrollment, and I finally reached a breaking point." Octavia smiled at this, a bit viciously to be honest.
"It was in musical theory class. The Professor there was aware of my situation, and sympathetic, but his hands were tied. My detractors were well connected, more than one of them with parents on the school board." Lemon nodded with a roll of her eyes and a grimace.
"Yeah, I know that clique. Real entitled bunch of assclowns." Octavia smirked at her choice of words.
"Indeed. One of these 'assclowns', as you put it, was riling me up. Nothing in particular that I can recall, just the usual vitriol involving keeping my 'drooling snatch' to myself." Octavia frowned, her arm tightening instinctively around Vinyl, who returned the hug with interest. "She then began musing on whether she should round up a few boys and have them teach me what it was 'Like to be a real woman'." Amon's eyes widened at this.
"Are you saying she was thinking about getting you gang-raped?" His nostrils flared slightly as he fought down the urge to punch something, but Lemon’s hands slipped over the fists balled in her lap and stroked them gently. As Octavia continued, Lemon slowly felt the tension bleed out of Amon behind her before she felt lips brush her cheek gently. She smiled in satisfaction and nestled herself more firmly against her lover.
"To put a point on it, yes. I have no doubt she was serious, although I doubt she would have found many takers. The boys at Crystal Prep seemed much more level headed than the girls. Regardless, our Professor chose this moment to speak up, having overheard her comment. He warned her that she should be wary of the consequences of her actions." Octavia smiled, that hint of viciousness returning.
"I decided that I needed to do something to deter her from this course, but was at a loss as to what it could be. Thankfully, she provided an option for me. She turned to our Professor with a sneer, and said 'What's she going to do, throw something at me?'" Lemon recalled Octavia's almost insane strength with a wince, seeing where this was going..
"So I did. Well, not technically AT her, but when I threw my desk through the window she was standing next to, it had the desired effect..." Lemon gaped at Octavia. Those desks were NOT light, and the windows in the music theory room were made of plate glass. "It also helped that I then picked her up by her scrawny neck and told her anyone she sent after me like that was coming back in a body bag."
Octavia sniffed, her eyes avoiding Vinyl's, but sitting across from her Amon could pick out the worry in her eyes. ‘She thinks Vinyl’s going to be scared of her. Come on, Octy, you know her better than that…’
"Quite satisfying, but she ruined a perfectly good pair of my shoes." Amon and Flash shared a confused look while Vinyl and Lemon grinned at each other.
"Badass, she pissed herself?" Vinyl asked, her eyes sparking with admiration. Octavia gave her a surprised look before smiling nervously.
"Quite thoroughly. The Professor separated us, she was sent to the nurse's office and I to the Principals." Octavia’s smile turned to one of fondness as she recalled the events. "Surprisingly, the Professor stepped up and defended me, and I was merely suspended and forced to pay damages. The other girl used her connections and got off lightly as well."
"Hell yeah, Octy. Fuck that little bitch, you should have stomped her out." Vinyl beamed at Octavia, but was met with a regretful expression.
"No, Vinyl. I lost my composure, and I'm well aware that my strength means the consequences for losing control could be dire. As I said before, not my finest moment."
Amon nodded slowly at this.
"I can understand what you're saying, but at the same time, I think you did the right thing." Octavia quirked a smile at Amon’s support, but shook her head.
"No, the right thing was what I did afterward, which was immediately transfer to Ponyville High. I made wonderful friends, and found an irritating but equally wonderful partner." Octavia turned to Vinyl, stroking a hand across her cheek before moving in and kissing her. Lemon giggled, reaching back and stroking Amon's cheek as well as they witnessed the passionate embrace. After a few moments Octavia broke off the kiss, her cheeks red with embarrassment as she realized that everyone was staring at her.
"Ahem, yes. Vinyl. Vinyl, not now. Ooh, damn you Vinyl..." Octavia squirmed as Vinyl licked down her neck before nuzzling in and nipping her lightly.
"It really isn't like that anymore, Octavia. I'm as open about being Bi as anyone, and no one gives me shit. Well, not for that, anyway." Amon watched with a grin as Octavia tried to keep her composure under Vinyl's ministrations. It was losing battle.
"That's wonderful to- Ah, you devil!- hear, Lemon. Mmmm-I was worried you might be a bad influence on our Amon heEAK!" Octavia let out a squeak as Vinyl nibbled on her collarbone. Octavia pushed Vinyl’s head away from her neck, fuming. "Off, you hussy! Time and place, we are having a conversation here!" Vinyl just beamed at her before turning to Amon.
"I'm irritatingly wonderful!" Vinyl said dopily, waggling her eyebrows at Amon as she wriggled in her seat.
"Good for you." Amon shared a commiserating glance with Octavia as she attempted to compose herself, thinking about the similarities between their mates.
"As I was saying, I had my doubts, but that offer you made put most of them to rest." Lemon gave Octavia a confused look.
"You knew it was me?" Octavia nodded ruefully. She gave Amon a shrewd look that somehow told him she could read him like a book before continuing.
"When I saw you tackle Amon yesterday, I thought things might end up here. I've often said, while discussing the pool with others, that the only way someone was going to get Amon to notice them was if they dragged him to the ground and rubbed it in his face." Octavia smiled at Amon's embarrassed expression. Lemon puffed her chest out proudly with a smirk.
"Guess I'm the only one that had the balls to do it." Octavia glanced at Vinyl, a hint of old worry glinting in her eyes..
"Well, maybe not the only one." Amon felt another shard of guilt slither into his gut as he thought about all the trouble this stupid bet had caused. He knew there would be more, and even though it wasn’t exactly his fault he still felt partially responsible.
"Eheh, I might have been considering it before you put your foot down, Octy." Vinyl grinned a little nervously. Octavia looked at her, emotion roiling behind her eyes.
"Why do you think I reacted so strongly? I wouldn't have been so frightened if I didn't think you had a chance, and Amon would have swept you off your feet." She looked down at her lap, wringing her hands. "And then where would I be? Watching two people I love be happy together with bitterness eating my heart..." Amon started slightly at Octavia's admission, but stayed silent. He knew that Octavia loved him as a friend, but that didn’t sound like what she’d meant at all.
"No way, Octy. You know where where my heart is." Vinyl said seriously as she reached into Octavia's lap, stilling her hands. She leaned in close and whispered softly into her ear. "Maybe I was just trying to bring you a present?"
Octavia glanced over at Vinyl's face sharply before flicking a glance at Amon whose expression is unreadable. She caught Lemon's gaze as well, and her expression was clear as day. 'MINE,' Lemon's look broadcast, but after a moment it softened into a tenuous smile. 'But we can probably share.'
"Well, this should be fun to watch..." Flash murmured as he read the room. 'So, Lemon and Amon, Vinyl and Octy. Octy and Amon? Duh. Lemon and Vinyl? They wouldn't say no if they had permission...' He tapped his finger on his chin in thought. "So this big thing you've all been flirting around is a foursome? I say again, Amon, you dog."
"Wow, Flash, way to murder a tender moment." Amon, Vinyl and Lemon glared daggers at Flash while Octavia buried her face in her hands, unable to hide the burst of heat that'd overtaken her face. Flash blanched, realizing he might have just shoved his foot down his mouth to have it come bursting right out of his asshole.
"Ummm..." Flash started to say, but he jerked in surprise as his phone suddenly rang. 'Saved by the fucking bell...' He thought to himself as he cautiously answered it.
"Oh, hi Mr. Amon." Amon tensed, his eyes wide as he realized he had promised he'd stop by his house in the morning. "Yeah, he's here. I'm doing fine, Mr. Amon, I'm kind of used to it at this point. Yeah, well, such is life, right? You want to talk to him? Alright." Flash poked his phone then handed it over to Amon. He took it with a grimace and brought it up to his ear.
"Hi, dad, sorry I forgot to come over, I got hung up here." Amon said, not having to fake the apology heavy in his voice.
"That's fine, son. So, is she a good lay?" Amon's father's voice echoed clearly over the speakerphone. Amon stared at the phone in horror before his eyes slid slowly up to meet Flash's grinning face.
"I know your dad so well." Flash said jauntily as Amon quickly switched the phone off speaker mode. He shot Flash a murderous glance, his eyes wide and flashing.
"I am going to kill you, Flash. I swear to god." Amon covered the phone with his hand as he said this. He contemplated Lemon, who'd gone completely still in his lap. 'One thing at a time...'
"Dad, fuck you. That's not funny, is mom there? She'd better not be. I don't want her driving over here with a baseball bat." He got a few curious looks for that, but he ignored them for now.
"She's at work, son. Don't dodge the question. You finally found a girl you like, and you move like a bullet train. Spill." Amon's eye twitched slightly.
"I met a girl, fine. She's very nice." Amon decided not to dance around the issue. His dad was like a bloodhound when it comes to his relationships.
"Hmm, Hmm, she's right there, isn't she? Okay, if she's good in the sack, just say 'You'd be proud, dad.' That should be vague enough." Amon grit his teeth as everyone watched him. He became slightly worried when their gazes shifted to Lemon, but the back of her head wasn't telling him anything.
"I'm not really comfortable talking about this right now. She's really nice and you'd definitely be proud, dad." Amon said uncomfortably. 'You old lech.'
"That's my boy! We're getting together to talk about this ASAP, and I'm buying you a steak. What's her name? Come on, come on, I'll save the questions about her cup size and all that for later."
"Her name is Lemon Zest, and I hate you." Amon said quietly, his cheeks slowly reddening with either embarrassment or rage. He wasn’t even sure which himself.
"Oh, there you go again. Come on! Let an old man be proud of his boy! Well, I'll try to run interference for you for as long as I can, but you know how your mother is. I hope this Lemon girl is a fast runner."
"Faster than me, dad, although she's a little lacking on stamina." Amon said casually, but his eyes suddenly widened as he realized what he’d just said.
"Well, that's good, but come on. No one can beat you in that department. Wait, was that an innuendo~?"
Amon ended the call.
"And that's my dad. Vicariously living through my sex life since puberty." Amon said far too casually, his hand whitening around Flash’s phone before it’s owner snatched it back fearfully.
"He's a lecherous old bird alright. I can still feel his eyes on me from the time you introduced us." Octavia grimaced slightly while Vinyl cracked a grin.
"Come on, I think he's hilarious!" Amon just shook his head at Vinyl.
"You would." Lemon shifted in Amon's lap.
"So, your dad just assumes any girl you get with is going to sleep with you the same day?" Amon froze. He wasn’t liking the tone in Lemon’s voice at all...'Oh, boy...'
"My dad assumes that any time I'm away from the house for more than two hours that I'm fucking someone. He also assumes that I've slept with Octy, Vinyl, Rainbow Dash, Rarity, basically any girl he's ever met that I hang out with."
"He really thinks you're some kind of super stud. I think the truth would destroy him." Flash mused.
"The truth?" Lemon asked, cocking her head at Flash.
"Well, Amon was a virgin until you came along, right?" Flash looked at her quizzically.
"Um, from the way he went about it, I highly doubt it? I was, though!" Lemon made her last statement with a sprightly attitude.
"I, would not have guessed that..." Flash muttered. Vinyl was still focused on Amon, however.
"So, were you dude? You ever give another girl the old pony ride? Play hide the sausage? Stuff that turkey with your flavor injector? Okay, that last one was terrible." Vinyl admitted, and Octavia whapped her lightly. Amon squirmed under the scrutiny.
"Well, no, I wasn't a virgin." Vinyl clapped her hands excitedly. Amon didn’t think anything that got her this excited could be good.
"Ooh, first time stories! Me first! It was like, my second club hop, and this seriously cool guy and his girlfriend fed me some molly, and we went to the green room..." Amon was right. They were all saved from what would probably be a long and detailed and GRAPHIC story by Octavia, who slipped a hand over her girlfriend’s mouth.
"Enough. We'll be here for hours. Mine was a very nice boy named Thaddeus. We had gone out for most of middle school, and when I found out I was moving, I decided I wanted him to have something to remember me by." Octavia grimaced slightly. "A lapse in judgement, perhaps. He had no idea what he was doing. Terribly unsatisfying." Vinyl slipped free of Octavia’s gag and patted her head solicitously.
"It's okay Octy, I promise I'll keep satisfying you." Octavia flailed her arms, knocking Vinyl's away and fuming. She merely snickered before turning to Flash. "How 'bout you, Flash?"
He looked uncomfortable.
"Oh, you guys wouldn't know her. Her name was, umm, Opal. We met when I was vacationing with my parents in Maine. Summer cottage for a week, very romantic. I was told to give them space. Her parents were renting another cottage at the campground. We met in the arcade, hung out all week, ended up doing it the last night before we left. She was nice, I still skype her every once in awhile." Amon looked at Flash skeptically. That sounded like the plot to some terrible teen romance flick.
Was Flash..?
"My turn! It was him! He did it officers!" Lemon turned around with a grin, poking Amon in the chest repeatedly with both hands. All eyes turned to Amon. He grimaced.
"Honestly, I don't really want to say. I was way too young. It was kinda fucked up." Amon said, extremely uncomfortable with this situation.
"Ooh, kinky." Vinyl muttered, while Octavia shushed her.
"Just spill it, Amon. We all did." Flash said. Amon looked at him skeptically, not really sure if Flash had or not..
"Come on, Amon, I wanna know. Please?" Lemon turned toward him, engaging her puppy dog eyes. Amon internally cursed his inability to resist this girl’s whims and just blurted it out.
"Gah, fine. My nineteen year old babysitter fucked me when I was thirteen. Happy?"
The room plunged into silence.
"Oh, very funny Amon. 'I'm such a stud my babysitter raped me.' Hardy har har." Amon stared at Flash for a second, incredulous.
"What? No, I didn't mean it like that! Whatever, just drop it."
Flash didn't drop it. Octavia and Vinyl were giving Amon strange looks as Flash leaned forward, face hard and serious.
"Cause, that's what you just described, Amon. That's not funny, man. Not at all." Amon was getting a little worried. This wasn’t how this conversation was supposed to go at all.
"Yeah, my bad, joke in poor taste. I get it, sorry. Let's just drop it." Amon pumped a fist against his temple, chuckling nervously.
"Amon, I think not." Octavia was staring at him, and Vinyl kept looking back and forth between them almost frantically.
"Come on, I said I was sorry. What do you want from me?" Octavia continued staring, her expression still unreadable. It wasn’t blank anymore, but rather a wash of conflicted emotions.
"The truth. You never mentioned why you moved here. To anyone, that I know of." Vinyl looked uncomfortable as she put in her two cents.
"Your Dad IS pretty much convinced that your cock hung the moon and your jizz fills the night sky." Flash looked at her askance before turning back to Amon.
"Eww. Moving on, your mom seems awfully ready to kick the shit out of any girls that get too close to you. This, is, royally fucked up." Amon looked on as everyone seemed to be taking turns convincing each other. He felt a tug on his chin, and looked down to see Lemon let go slowly, a worried expression on her face.
"It's okay if it's true, dude. Just, I wanna know, you know?" Amon looked down at Lemon. She was looking up at him, sympathy and concern behind her eyes but a smile on her lips. It was so fake. He knew she was putting up a strong front for him, but it just made him want to curl up and die.
"Fine, I had sex with my babysitter. And she went off to college, and when she came back for summer vacation my parents hired her again. All the way up until last year, when my mom walked in on us." Flash stared at him, incredulous. Amon could tell he wanted to say a lot of things, but eventually the most pressing question seemed to bubble up to the top and spill out of his mouth.
"So, is she like, in jail? Cause that literally is statutory rape, man." Amon shrugged. He struggled to find the cold center that had been desensitized to all this. Eventually he spoke again.
"I was over the age of consent the only time they can prove it happened. It's not a big deal, okay? It's just a thing that happened. Everyone has shitty stuff that happened in their lives." Amon waved the thought off as Lemon turned around in his lap, wrapping her arms around him. She had felt the tension in him, the muscles in his arms and neck rigid, and couldn’t keep herself from holding him any longer.
"It was shitty? You mean you didn't like it?" Lemon asked in a quiet voice. She hated the fact that Amon wasn’t returning her embrace, sitting there like a statue.
"I dunno, I was thirteen. I didn't know what was going on. I got used to it." Flash looked at Amon, his eyes narrowed as he gritted his next words out. Amon was a little taken aback. ‘Flash… Looks really mad. Is this really bothering him that much?’
"You know who else 'get's used to it'? People with Stockholmes syndrome." Amon scowled, the first real expression he’d made since he’d gotten control of himself.
"Fuck you, Flash. I know what she did was wrong, but it's over and done with." Amon wasn’t a child anymore.
"Amon, That's bullshit. This girl took something from you, dude." Vinyl said, her usual exuberance gone.
"Whatever. It's over. I was in court for months, I still have to see a therapist over this shit. I'm done with it." Amon turned from his friends with an angry flick of his hand. He almost crossed his arms over his chest before he remembered that Lemon already occupied that space.
He looked down to see Lemon still looking up at him with concern in her eyes, that smile that he still hated seeming to be on the verge of cracking. As he looked down at her a bead of moisture hit her cheek and she blinked.
Frowning, Amon slowly brought a hand up to his eye, feeling the moisture there and looking at in disbelief when he pulled his hand away. He suddenly sagged against Lemon, finally giving in to her embrace. Lemon bore up the weight as he collapsed against her like nothing so much as a puppet whose strings had been cut. He didn’t sob. He didn’t make any sound at all really as his arms slowly circled around her and clasped her to him weakly. Lemon just did what she could, holding him as she felt the hair he’d pressed his face into dampen.
"So, why did you bring it up? You could have lied, or just refused to tell us." Octavia asked carefully after a few minutes. Amon seemed to have regained his composure, but his voice was muffled. He hadn’t taken his face away from where it was pressed into the side of Lemon’s head.
"I don't know, maybe I just wanted to tell someone, and this was my opportunity. You guys are like my best friends. I thought... Man, I don't know what I thought." Lemon gently pulled Amon’s head away from her, cupping his cheek and stroking it gently as she looked into his red-rimmed eyes.
"You thought we'd understand? And help you? Share the burden or something? Cause, yeah, I can do that, dude." Octavia, Vinyl and Flash all nodded.
"This is a shitty, shitty thing, Amon. It doesn't leave this room if you don't want it to, but you don't need to keep it bottled up and shit." Amon rubbed his face and lemon could see moisture barely held in check.
"Yeah, that sounds good, Flash." He said slowly, still refusing to meet anyone’s eyes.
"Why'd you go along with it for so long, dude? You said you knew it was fucked up." Amon sighed, his gaze flicking up to Vinyl before moving away.
"At first, I was scared. I thought everybody would get mad at me. My family, my teachers. But after a while, it just didn't seem like a big deal." Lemon's face screwed up in confusion.
"I don't get it." Amon looked down at her. ‘How do I explain this? I was a kid, I didn’t know anything…’ Amon decided to tell her exactly how he’d felt, and hope it was enough.
"Well, it's always the boys fault. Or so it seemed to me back then. As it went on, all my friends were bragging about how they were going out with girls and doing stuff, and I figured that was just par for the course." Amon grimaced, still disgusted with his naivete to this day. "The age thing didn't occur to me until later, and I was already sixteen. I was going out with girls during the school year, and breaking it off with them at the start of the summer." Octavia and Vinyl exchange guarded looks.
"So by then it was just, something you did, a routine, as it were." Octavia ventured softly, and Amon nodded slowly.
"But, like, your parents didn't notice you broke up with your girlfriends every time your babysitter came back to town?" Vinyl asked, incredulity thick in her voice. Amon flinched slightly. ‘I know they’re my friends, but… They seem to be taking this so personally. I hadn’t even met them yet!’ He hadn’t planned on this, especially not so soon. He struggled to gather himself again, but the weight of their support was almost as heavy on him as the memories he was reliving.
"My dad thought I was 'keeping my options open'. My mom thought I was the reincarnation of my dad come a little early. I really don't think they had any idea, and I'm sure they loved all the nights they could go out." Amon finished with a touch of bitterness.
"But they should have known, and it drives you crazy, right?" Lemon leaned up, rubbing her cheek against Amon's. He was surprised she’d read him so easily. It was so weird, how well she seemed to know him already. He was still amazed that she was supporting him seemingly without hesitation through this little revelation. ‘A lot of girls would have run, screaming…’ Shaking his head a little, he addressed her earlier question.
"Maybe." Amon raised a hand, forestalling any comments. "Don't worry, I know it wasn't anybody's fault but my babysitters. I already had that 'breakthrough' with my therapist."
"It's still good to hear, right? And it really isn't your fault, or your parents'." Flash spoke up. Amon gave him a grateful look, not flinching away from his friends conciliatory expression this time.
"Yeah, I guess it is. And my parents definitely stepped up after they found out. My mom actually broke her leg with a bat." Amon pulled Lemon’s chin back for a moment, looking into her eyes. "Seriously, Lemon, be careful around my mom." Lemon gulped audibly but nodded.
Flash pulled out his iPhone, and Amon regarded him suspiciously.
"Who ya callin', Flash?" He blinked in confusion before holding his hands out.
"Dude, I was just calling Dash to have her tell the coach you aren't coming to practice. I promise, no one is hearing about this from me." Amon thought about this for a few moments.
"Naw, I'll go. We talked, no need to hash out the gory details. If you guys really want to know, I'll tell you some other time. Right now I could use a good run." Lemon nodded, giving Amon a squeeze.
"Sounds like a plan. Running always helps clear my head. Are you sure you don’t need to talk about this more, though?” She watched Amon’s face, glad that he was actually considering it before he shook his head. Giving him a smile, she turned to Vinyl. "Umm, you have a car, right?"
Vinyl cracked a grin.
"I have an AWESOME car." Octavia sighed as Lemon nodded hesitantly.
"Ooookay, then. Can I ask a favor? If I'm gonna be stuck here for a while, I could really use some clothes." Lemon balked as Vinyl’s face broke out in a grin, her somber mood seemingly forgotten. ‘Nothing fazes this girl for long, huh?’ Lemon thought. ‘Good.’
"Oh, dude, you wanna go shopping? Sweet!" Vinyl bounced on the couch in excitement.
"Umm, no, I just wanted to swing by the dorm and grab some of my clothes." Vinyl seemed to deflate slightly.
"Aww, fine. I thought we were gonna get to do one of those cool shopping trips where we try on silly outfits and drive the clerks crazy." Lemon looked at her oddly.
"Umm, no. Very no. Maybe some other time." Octavia sighed in relief as Vinyl pouted.
"Fine, rain check. You all want a ride over to Ponyville, then I can take Lemon uptown?" Flash and Octavia exchanged a look.
"Sure, I should probably get out of the house some time today." Flash gave Amon a steady look. "We can figure some stuff out while Amon has practice." Flash continued as he got up, offering a hand to the still sore Lemon. She popped up out of Amon's lap with Flash’s assistance and he followed her up as well.
"That's not a bad idea, actually. I need to swing by my place and pick some clothes up, too." Amon said. He stopped suddenly, looking down at himself. “And I just now noticed I’m still not wearing a shirt.”
“Damn…” Lemon muttered, having hoped that she could at least get him out the door before he realized.
Amon moved to walk past Flash, but a hand on his chest stopped him. He looked up from it to see his best friend standing awkwardly in front of him. For a few seconds they just stood there like that, but Flash nodded as if coming to some internal decision. He stepped forward and wrapped Amon up in a tight hug.
Amon blinked, slightly surprised. Flash wasn't big on gestures like this. He was even more surprise when he felt Octavia and Vinyl slide in to either side of Flash, pressing into him as well. Amon could feel fresh tears threaten to spill out as he slowly put his arms around them.
"We're here for you, man. Don't hesitate to lean on us if you need to. Or even just want to." Flash said, none of the awkwardness he would have expected from him coloring his voice. Octavia and Vinyl murmured agreement into his shoulders. 'These are my friends...' Amon thought. His arms tightened around them as a bit of the weight seemed to lift off his heart. He found himself thinking that he was really lucky he'd met these three people, and avoided thinking about how he would be right now if he hadn't.
Lemon, for her part, just stood to the side and watched. She'd already given him as much comfort as she could, and as much as she hated to admit it, this was just as important. She hoped she could count herself as one of Amon's anchors soon, but the support she had was different from the three that held him now. Lemon tided herself over with the simple fact the SHE was to one fucking him as the little group hug slowly broke apart. A wry little grin slowly broke over her face at the thought.
"So! Your personal taxi driver shall cart your lazy asses around town." Vinyl said, a slight blush on her cheeks as she turned to give Octavia a kiss on the cheek. She walked toward the door and the rest moved to follow, but Octavia held Lemon back, shooing the rest out of the room as they glanced back at the two. Lemon regarded Octavia curiously as she seemed to hesitate. After a few moments she spoke up.
"I, well, I hope this whole thing isn't going to change how you feel about Amon." Octavia murmured, clearly uncomfortable. Lemon just laughed, but it had a hard edge to it, and the smile she gave Octavia was a bit more intense than it was friendly.
"Not a chance, Octavia. Same goes for you." Lemon walked past her and out the door, leaving her with a thoughtful expression on her face.
Octavia didn’t take long to nod decisively to herself and follow.
Amon walked back to the car, changed into his track suit and with a heavy Duffle bag over his shoulder.
"How'd that go?" Flash asked as he moved over to make room in the back. Amon shrugged.
"Apparently me and Lemon, if she wants to, need to meet my mom and dad on Monday for dinner." Amon said with a bland look. Lemon squeed with excitement.
"Ohh, meeting the parents! I'm totally in!" Amon looked at her, smiling slightly.
"Well, duh." He got into Vinyl's car and she was speeding off almost before he could get the door closed.
"Next stop Ponyville High!"
* * *
"Why am I getting out here?" Flash asked as he was pushed out the door by Lemon. She cocked an eyebrow at him.
"I can't bring a guy to the girls dorm, dude." Lemon rolled her eyes before giving Amon a little wave.
"Oh, good point." Flash muttered as the door closed behind him and the car sped off. Amon rolled his shoulders after he’d watched the car take a corner and pass out of sight.
"Well, let's go see what special torture Coach has saved for me, eh?" Amon chuckled as he headed around the back of the school to the field. Flash followed, veering off to take a seat on the bleachers. He found a spot by himself, not that interested in shooting the shit with the few Ponyville students watching the practice.
Flash pulled out his headphones, plugging them into his iPhone and tapping around before he hit the play button.
Flash watched for a while as Amon was directed to the outside track of the oval by the track coach. Amon stretched for a few minutes, limbering up and loosening his muscles before he waved. The coach nodded and as Amon started off the coach started a stopwatch.
Flash watched the coach put the stopwatch on a bench and pull out a clicker, walking around and supervising the rest of the team. He seemed to be paying enough attention to click Amon's revolutions, but Flash wasn't sure.
He'd watched Amon run sprints before, and his form was, well, not great. Flash watched the seemingly easy lope Amon was using. He knew that if he was running alongside Amon, he would have dropped to the side gasping after the first five minutes
A few of Amon's teammates slid up next to him, conversing idly before they powered on to finish their set, but Amon just kept his pace.
'Maybe nine, ten miles per hour.' Flash guessed, not really that sure if he was judging the speed right. After about half an hour, Flash saw Octavia and vinyl walk around the building, Lemon peeling off from them to run over alongside Amon.
She had shorts and a tank top in bright yellow on, and Flash couldn’t help thinking that the outfit suited her. Lemon caught Amon’s attention with a poke in the side, then handed him a water bottle as she kept pace.
Vinyl and Octavia make their way leisurely over to Flash in the stands, and he slipped his headphones off as they sit down.
"Have fun infiltrating the enemy’s citadel, girls?" Flash said, prompting a laugh from Octavia.
"Someone actually recognized me. The ruckus was great cover for Lemon to grab her things." Vinyl chuckled, sprawling on a bleacher, her head resting in Octavia's lap.
"She's back for revenge! I swear that's what was going through that one girl's head. White as a sheet!" Octavia grunted while Flash shared in Vinyl's mirth. They were silent for a few moments before Flash decided to address the elephant in the room.
"So, who would have thought it? I've gotta say that was pretty much the definition of blindsided." Flash leaned back against the bleachers, looking up at the wispy clouds scudding across the sky with a pensive expression.
"Mmm, I can't say I would have guessed. Amon seems fairly well adjusted." Octavia murmured in reply to Flash. She absently stroked Vinyl's hair as she watched Amon and Lemon run side by side.
"Guess we just need to make sure we're there for him. I don't think there's really anything we can do to help beside that." Flash sighed before looking back down at the couple..
"That's true, Vinyl. What about this Veela girl? Any ideas on getting her to back off?" They stared blankly at each other for a few moments.
"Hit her with my car?" Vinyl offered weakly.
"No vehicular homicide. No homicide, for that matter." Octavia muttered, her eyes still on the running pair. "I think we need to find out a little more about this girl. Once Lemon joins us, we'll see what we can discover."
"Sounds like a plan. I'm gonna space out, poke me when she tires out and joins us." Flash slipped his headphones back on and queued up another track. He chuckled, thinking Lemon would approve.
Amon felt his muscles tense and release, the acid burn of fatigue starting to set in.
"Laps. Just run laps. Come on coach, I know I'm not like, your star athlete or anything, but seriously?" Amon would have thrown his arms up in disgust if it wouldn’t have put him off his stride.
"Whine whine whine, come on Amon. Kick it up a little, you can set a better pace than this!" Lemon harangued him. She was actually barely able to keep up the pace herself after fifteen minutes of running with him.
"I've been running for an hour! Fine, whatever. Hey, where are you going?" Lemon stuck her tongue out at him as she peeled off, heading for the coach. He watched absently as she grabbed the clicker out of his hand, looked at it, then started poking her finger into his chest.
'What the hell, Lemon?' Amon thought as he saw them walk over to the stopwatch coach left earlier. She picked it up, said a few things Amon couldn’t make out and pointed at Amon before stomping off to the bleachers. 'Oh, great.' Amon thought as coach set his thunderous gaze on him.
"What was all that about?" Flash asked, slipping his headphones off as Lemon stalked up the bleachers toward them.
"Bah, that guy’s an idiot, and in about fifteen minutes he's going to realize Amon is on the wrong team. Or, doing the wrong events anyway" Lemon bristled noticeably, crossing her arms and tapping her foot impatiently.
"Care to elaborate?" Octavia murmured, still gently stroking Vinyl's hair as she napped.
"I saw it the minute I watched him run, but Amon's not super fast so that coach has been ignoring him. At the pace we were going, Amon's run about eleven miles in the last hour."
"Is that good?" Flash asked, sitting up.
"Eleven miles an hour isn't good, but running eleven miles in an hour is crazy good. Like, top five in the Boston marathon good." Lemon mussed her hair distractedly.
"Oh, damn. Cool." Flash noted. Lemon seemed to be agitated to the point of distraction.
"Freaking morons..." Lemon muttered as she stalked back and forth in front of them on the bleachers, watching the coach like a cat watches a canary.
"Lemon, sit down. Vinyl is napping, and I won't have you waking her up with all your tromping to and fro." Octavia frowned at the girl, her own agitation becoming clear. Lemon spun around and flounced down onto a bleacher, harrumphing in displeasure.
"He wasn't even paying attention! He was barely clicking three quarters of the revolutions. I mean, how do you manage that when Amon's keeping a set pace?" Lemon's volume started to climb as she vented. "You just turn your head once every minute. How hard is that?"
Octavia growled as Vinyl starts to stir.
"Calm down, Lemon. You've done what you wanted, now wait for the results."She leaned down and kissed Vinyl's forehead as Lemon crossed her arms, still fuming but silent. Eventually, the coach looked back and forth between his clicker and stopwatch, turned around and motioned for Lemon to come down.
She jumped up, bouncing down the bleacher steps and walking over to him, and they had a quiet discussion. After a minute, Lemon turned around and walked back up the bleachers to where the rest were sitting.
"Well, at least he's not stubborn, as well as an idiot." Lemon said as she plopped back down on the bleacher, smiling triumphantly.
"Hmm? So, now what?" Octavia asked. She wasn’t really sure where this was going.
"Well, coach told Amon to run til he can't, so, we wait till he can't run anymore? Shit, how did this backfire on me?" Lemon threw her hands up, flopping back onto the bleacher. Flash gave Lemon a curious look.
"Come on, how much longer could he run for? It's been like, an hour and a half." Lemon sighed, pulling her iPod out and plugging it into the ever-present headphones around her neck.
"Honestly? I have no idea. His pace didn't slack off at all when I ran with him, and he actually picked it up after I came over here." She slid her headphones over her ears. "Settle in, I guess?" She thumbed the play button on her iPod.
Amon stumbled to a stop, bending forward and supporting himself by placing his hands on his knees. He was gasping for breath, his joints were on fire, and his blood felt like acid in his veins.
"Gonna throw up?" Lemon asked. Amon glanced up tiredly to see her bent over in front of him, holding out a water bottle.
"Ughh, if I, guh, was going to, huh, I would have, huff huff, already." Amon grabbed the water gratefully from Lemon as he puffed like a bellows. He collapsed to a sitting position, sipping the water and groaning.
"So, how far do you think you ran?" Amon glanced up at the tone in Lemon's voice and noticed the coach walking over to him. He also noticed that the rest of the team was standing on the side of the track, along with Octavia, Vinyl and Flash. He waited a moment to get his breathing a bit steadier.
"I don't know, eighteen miles? That's my usual pace or so, right coach?" He wiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand, blinking some out of his eyes.
"Well, Amon, I have to admit, that doesn't seem to be the case." Lemon shot a poisonous glance his way before turning back to Amon and smiling.
"You just ran a little under twenty-eight miles, you numbskull." Amon blinked at her.
"Bwah?" Lemon sat down next to him, pulling him over to lean against her.
"That's, That's a new school record there, Amon. Good job!" The coach noted hopefully, but Lemon scowled at him.
"It would have been a state record if he'd been paying attention, like, ever." Lemon hissed in a tone meant only to carry to Amon.
"So, that's why you were saying I should switch to cross country?" He asked, prompting an exasperated sigh from the girl.
"You should drop out of school and start entering in marathons.” She waved a hand in dismissal as he raised an eyebrow slowly at her. “Just kidding, don't drop out. Right now, you need to drink some Gatorade and eat. Like, right now. Your metabolism is eating you alive." Amon looked at her questioningly.
"How do you know all this stuff?" Lemon smiled, seeming a little bit embarrassed.
"I boned up on long distance running stuff after I watched you for a while. I figured you were an enthusiast, and we'd have something to talk about. Silly me, you're a bonehead." Amon smiled at her, tossing the water bottle he'd just finished and popping the top on a Gatorade Lemon passed to him.
"Your bonehead." Amon quipped, feeling slightly better as he drank the Gatorade slowly.
"Nope, You're gonna be BONED if you don't get up. Come on." Lemon motioned and Flash walked over, helping her pick up Amon and letting him lean on him as they made their way toward the locker room.
"Anyone have some yogurt? Or a Bagel?" Lemon called out as Amon hobbled toward the gym with Flash's help. He really needed it, too. His legs felt like Jello molds that hadn’t quite set. It also didn’t help when the rest of the track team started making a racket, clapping and whistling as he was taken off the field. The embarrassment was enough to make him a little weak in the knees as is.
"I'll go grab some from the cafeteria. Be right back." Amon's coach said, putting on an impressive turn of speed as he darted around the side of the building.
"Huh, he's being useful, who woulda thunk it?" Lemon muttered as she turned and followed the boys into the gym. Octavia glanced at Vinyl, awake and chipper beside her.
"How long til they kick her out, do you think?" Moments later a boy wrapped in only a towel walked out of the gym door, dragging a protesting Lemon behind him.
"Cold shower! And get him dried off and in dry clothes quick!" Lemon cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted back into the building as she was deposited outside.
"Sure, whatever, just, stay out, okay?" The boy said, blushing when confronted by Octavia and Vinyl's steady gazes then tipping an imaginary hat and bolting back inside. Vinyl looked at Lemon, a mischievous grin on her face.
"Who is this impostor, telling Amon to take a cold shower? What have you done with our Lemon?" Lemon regarded Vinyl evenly.
"He needs to get the sweat off him or he'll get chilled, but if he takes a hot shower for a couple days his muscles are going to blow up and he won't be able to walk." Vinyl gulped.
"Oh, okay then, cold shower for the win."
Octavia looked at Lemon worriedly.
"Is he going to be okay?" Lemon nodded.
"He'll be fine, he just needs to take tomorrow off and go easy for a while." Her face twisted up in a cruel grin. "And take an ice bath."
* * *
"Doctor's orders, Amon."
Amon was sitting in Flash's hot tub on his back porch. It was filled up to his waist with cold water.
"She's not a doctor! I demand a second opinion!" He was naked from the waist down with a heavy sweater on.
"Don't be a baby, Amon. I WebMD'd it, it's legit." Flash said as he dumped a bag of ice into the tub.
"Ah, shit! That's cold, you ass!" Lemon walked onto the porch, another bag of ice under her arm and a cup in her hand. She handed the bag to Flash who unceremoniously dumped it in as well.
"That's the point. You want to be able to walk tomorrow, right?" Amon grimaced as the ice numbed his lower half.
"Well?" Lemon prompted.
"I'm thinking about it." Lemon leaned on the edge of the tub, holding out the cup as steam wafted off of it.
"It's broth. I'll get you more in a few minutes." Lemon said in answer to Amon's questioning glance.
"Thanks." Amon took the cup and sipped a few times before downing it.
"Twenty minutes. Suck it up." Lemon said after accepting the cup back from him, turning and walking back inside. Amon glanced at Flash with an inconsolable expression. Flash was trying unsuccessfully to hold in his laughter.
"Fuck you, too, then." Amon crossed his arms, rubbing them as the chill started to creep up. The broth seemed to be helping, though. After a minute or so of silence he spoke up again. "So you guys just let me run almost thirty fucking miles?" Flash shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck and giving Amon an apologetic grin.
"I don't know shit about running. How was I supposed to know you weren't supposed to do that?"
"Common sense?" Amon grumbled. Flash hooked a thumb in the direction that Lemon had retreated.
"She didn't seem worried."
"SHE, is crazy." Flash reached out to Amon, pinching his cheek.
"Crazy about you, you cheeky devil." Amon stared at Flash. He stared back.
"Okay, that was weirder than usual. Let's just forget that happened." Amon nodded, mouth still slightly ajar and still speechless. Lemon returned with more broth a bit later, not noticing the awkwardness permeating the air. After a few more minutes she nodded.
"Okay, big boy, out of the tub." Amon regarded her for a moment. He then stuck out his arms, smiling. Lemon looked at him incredulously.
"Umm, no."
"What a gyp. I did it for you!" Amon said with a mock scowl, but the amused smile he was hiding behind it broke through almost immediately.
"You're physically capable of carrying me." Lemon deadpanned, crossing her arms and tilting her hip to regard this strange creature she was so fascinated with.
"Details. Hand me a towel." Lemon quirked an eyebrow.
"What, it's not like it's anything we haven't seen before." Lemon said with a grin. 'Or had inside me.' She thought, grin widening. Amon held his hand out.
"I've been sitting in ice-water for twenty minutes. It is NOTHING like you've seen before." Flash winced as Lemon blushed scarlet, turning quickly and grabbing a towel she had ready to dry Amon off. He grabbed it, sitting up with his back turned to both of them and wrapping the towel around his waist. He turned back and clambered out of the tub with plenty of help from Flash and Lemon.
"Feel okay?" Lemon asked as Amon tested his legs out, bending at the knees a few times.
"Actually, not bad at all. I feel like I could run again." Amon said with a modicum of surprise.
"Don't fucking do that." Amon turned a blase eye on Lemon.
"Yes, mistress." Lemon chuckled as Amon bowed, a bit more stiffly than he’d have liked, but he was pretty sore no matter what he’d said.
"I know you're doing that to make me feel bad, but it's just hot." Her expression soured slowly. "Damn, I just thought of something. We probably shouldn't fuck for a couple days. Shit."
"Shit." Lemon kicked the ground idly before grabbing a pair of sweatpants and handing them to Amon.
"Come on, let's take a few laps around the block. Slowly." She failed to turn around as Amon dried himself off with the towel and slipped into the sweats.
"Cooldown, right? Yeah, that's probably a good idea." Lemon turned to flash, who was inspecting his eaves with his back turned to them.
"You wanna join us, Flash?" He smirked at her, raising an eyebrow.
"Sure, I'll just join you two fitness freaks on another wild ride through exercise. No thanks, you kids have fun." Amon watched for a moment as Lemon tried to explain the importance of a cooldown walk to Flash, who smiled at her indulgently. He just rolled his eyes and walked around the side of Flash's house, starting down the street.
"Lemon, I just, I just don't care. Go catch Amon before he hurts himself." Lemon turned around to find Amon gone and took off after him, cursing.
"Ah, to be young and in love... And stupid. And have no impulse control." Flash chuckled before sauntering back into his house.
Lemon was surprised when she caught up to Amon almost immediately.
"You're actually taking it slow?" Lemon asked, a little taken aback.
"Either that, or this is as fast as I can walk. I'm not stupid, Lemon. Most of the time, anyway." Amon was limping slightly but he seemed fairly chipper. Lemon slid a hand into his and matched his pace.
"I can feel how bad I pushed myself. What's your vast knowledge of running say about how long I'm gonna have to take it easy?" Lemon fidgeted, looking away from him.
"Well, most people say recovery should be a day for every mile..." Amon blanched, staring at Lemon for a few seconds before shaking his head.
"Umm, nope. I have a meet on Thursday. That's not gonna work." Lemon sighed. She wasn’t surprised that Amon was balking at the circumstances he’d found himself in. It was one of the things she liked about him, after all.
"Look, the first three days are the most important. Nothing but stretches til Tuesday. I'm not gonna say you shouldn't go, but it's not a good idea." Amon looked at her as they came back around the block and passed Flash's house.
"Okay, I'll talk to Coach. Honestly, I doubt he'll mind." Lemon barked a laugh, her tone less than charitable as she spoke up.
"Yeah, he'll probably say 'Rest up! We need to do that again, with the Athletic Commission present!'"
"What's your problem with Coach, anyway?" Amon asked. He’d noticed pretty quickly that Lemon seemed a bit hostile toward the man. She was silent for a few moments as they continued to walk.
"He ignored you. He didn't recognize what was right in front of him, and let you waste your potential." She eventually said. Amon stopped, pulling her to a halt and turning to look at Lemon.
"This isn't just about Coach, is it?" Lemon refused to meet his eyes for a beat. Amon wasn’t having any of that, though, and reached out to gently tip her chin up. "Are you still mad at me for not noticing you for so long?" Lemon looked back at Amon, the wry smile on her face clear now.
"Well, I guess you're not totally oblivious. Maybe I am, a little. I'm getting over it fast, though." Amon smiled at her before a thought occurred to him. His smile curdled a little as he looked down into Lemon's eyes.
"This little run you set me up for wasn't some kind of punishment, was it?"
"What!?" Lemon's eyes widened, and she turned to Amon and wrapped her arms around him, burying her face in his chest. "Amon, I set that up to show everyone how amazing you are." Lemon said quietly. She pulled back, catching his eyes and holding them. Amon was surprised by the intensity he saw there. "Including you."
Amon rolled his eyes nervously, holding Lemon loosely in his arms.
"I'm not any kind of amazing, Lemon." He said quietly.
"Yes you are! You are to me, dammit." Lemon stared at Amon intently. His cheeks started feeling a little hot as he contemplated the complicated girl in his arms.
"Me, too! You're totally amazing, Monny!"
Amon and Lemon look at each other, then around the empty street.
"Who said that?" Amon asked quietly, but a sudden sinking feeling in his gut told him he might have an idea.
"I have no idea-AH!" Amon's eyes widened as he heard a thump behind him. Lemon shrieked, stumbling backward away from him.
"Pinkie..."
"Hi Monny!" Pinkie Pie yelled from behind him and he bolted forward, spinning around.
"She just, fell out of the sky..." Lemon muttered as she stared at the bouncing ball of energy.
"What? No I didn't! That's silly Lemon, I was just up in this tree." Pinkie patted the oak tree beside her. Amon's eyes crinkled in thought.
"Was that here a second ago..?" Lemon looked back and forth from Amon to the tree, her eyes unsure.
"It's fine, you too! Don't worry about it! What's important right now is, I have so many parties to throw for you!" Pinkie yelled exuberantly, her arms waving like one of those used car wind puppet things. Amon rubbed his brow tiredly.
"Honestly, Pinkie, I was expecting you a lot earlier than this." Lemon looked at Amon incredulously as Pinkie pouted, crossing her arms and huffing.
"Well, you were with Flash all day. I Pinkie promised Flash I would give him some space this weekend because his parents are making him a big frowny pants." Lemon glanced at Amon, then back to Pinkie.
"I think he's over that, we've been hanging out with him and Octy and Vinyl all day. Rarity was here for a while, too." Pinkie turned to Lemon with a happy smile.
"Oh, you saw Rares? Do you know what's up with her?" Amon hurriedly looked away, adopting a nonchalant attitude.
"Umm, what do you mean? Something wrong with her?" Pinkie dropped down into a crouch, idly poking the grass with a finger while she frowned in thought.
"Well, I texted her to tell her I was coming over, and she said not to come over, and when I came over she was yelling in her room and when I knocked on her door she yelled at me to not come in and when I came in she was wrapped up in her covers trying to hide her dildo and when I told her not to stop on my account she threw her dildo at me." Lemon just stared as Pinkie’s explanation spilled out of her mouth in a single breath. She took a deep breath involuntarily, as if she could breath FOR this girl. Collecting her thoughts, Lemon spoke up as Amon put a hand on his hip, the other covering his face as he shook his head lightly.
"So, you walked in on Rares masturbating, and told her to give you a show... And something's wrong with HER?" Lemon asked carefully.
"Well, she never stopped before." Amon opened his mouth, about to ask if Rarity was aware Pinkie was watching her at the time, but thought better of it after a moment. Lemon wasn't so smart.
"Did she know you were there those other times?" Pinkie tapped a finger against her temple for a few seconds before giving her an uncertain smile.
"I... Think so?"
"Okay! Moving on. It's actually less awkward at this point to admit Rares got her motor running listening to me and Lemon." Pinkie quirked an eyebrow and tilted her head.
"Listening to you what?" She asked innocently.
"Fuck. And drop the innocent act, you probably know the exact amount of orgasms we've had in the last couple days." Lemon gaped at Amon as Pinkie grinned mischievously.
"Twenty-two, you silly bunnies. I'm a little jealous!" Amon frowned in thought.
"That seems a little high."
Pinkie tossed her head in Lemon's direction.
"She masturbates a lot."Amon struggled to choke back a bark of laughter as the pink menace tossed the comment off nonchalantly.
"Hey! I have a healthy relationship with my body!" Lemon rebutted angrily before blushing furiously, clapping a hand over her mouth as her eyes widened in realization of what she’d just said.
"Hey, no arguments here, sister." Pinkie reached into her blouse and pulled out two cards. "Here's your invitations to the 'Congratulations to Amon for working out his childhood issues by taking Lemon's virginity and winning Flash a pile of money' party!"
"We're not calling it that." Amon said flatly, hardly surprised that Pinkie had known what he was dealing with all along.
"Umm, the 'Amon purges his demons with a virgin sacrifice' party?" Lemon stared at Pinkie like she'd grown a second head.
"How does she know these things? She's scaring me, Amon." Lemon said quietly, slowly grabbing his arm and pressing into his side, moving like she thought any sudden movement would spell her doom.
"You get used to it. I go back and forth between she's a wizard and she's an alien." Pinkie laughed heartily.
"You're silly, Amon. I'm just a normal girl with a healthy curiosity. The more I know the happier I can make my friends!" Pinkie spread her arms wide as she beamed up at the sky.
"In their pants." Amon deadpanned.
"Ha! Good one, Monny." Pinkie snorted, flopping down onto her butt and kicking her legs up in glee. She wasn’t wearing panties.
"Pinkie, you can stop flashing me now. The bet's over." Amon said with a blush as he looked away pointedly.
"Don' wanna..." Pinkie muttered, pouting again. Lemon looked between the two, her fear somewhat abated.
"Up to you, I guess. Anyway, Can we just call it the 'congratulations on getting together Lemon and Amon' party?” Pinkie frowned, her forehead creasing in thought.
"But what about the subtext? What about the bet? What about that record you broke? I guess we could have separate rooms representing each aspect of the celebration, but..." Pinkie trailed off into mumbles as she walked in a slow circle. Amon, seeing his chance, slowly pulled Lemon away as they headed back to Flash's house as quickly as Amon could manage.
"Well, that was my friend Pinkie. No need to introduce you, she somehow knows everyone and everything about them." Lemon gave him a worried glance. She looked back over her shoulder, but the strange girl was nowhere to be seen. This only served to worry Lemon more.
"Is she, okay? Like, in the head?" Amon shrugged, but that felt a bit uncharitable.
"Sure. She takes some getting used to, but she's a great friend." Lemon still looked a little uncertain but she nodded, her arm slipping around Amon's back to pull him into her side.
"If you say so. Let's go back to Flash's, I think I need to lie down." She leaned her head on Amon's shoulder. He sighed, a wry smile on his face.
"Aren't I the one that should be tired?" Lemon poked him in the side.
"See, this part, I can sync up some of those chunky cello notes, and, see, right here, just like 'thruuuuuum', right?" Vinyl commented as she Idly stroked her hand over Octavia's breast.
Octavia squirmed slightly as Vinyl's other hand rubbed her inner thigh, squeezing lightly as she moved up, trailing her fingers as she slid back down.
"Y-yes, I see, that would s-sound lovely. Vinyl, now isn't the t-time." Vinyl giggled, pressing herself into Octavia's back.
"There's always time for Octy, Octy." Octavia trembled as she felt Vinyl press into her, catching the hand on her breast in her own and squeezing gently.
"That's what I'm talkin' about." Vinyl growled throatily as her hand slid up Octavia's thigh, running up her panties and tracing her lips lightly.
"But, Flash..." Octavia murmured, her free hand reaching back and grabbing a handful of Vinyl's lean ass and squeezing.
"Unf, he's into the movie. He won't notice."
Flash sighed.
"It's not like it's the first time you two fooled around on my couch. Don't get too loud and I won't turn around." Vinyl blinked. 'Right, headphones in means talky louder than thinky.'
"Uh, you noticed before?" Vinyl asked as she continued to trace Octavia's vulva with her fingers, eventually sliding under the fabric.
"No, I just turn off most of my senses when it's convenient for you. Of course I noticed. You are not subtle." Flash squirmed in his beanbag, though. ‘She has to know how uncomfortable this is making me, right?’
"Heh, guilty as charged." Vinyl noted as she plunged a finger into Octavia, the other girl letting out a slight squeak. "Too loud?" Vinyl asked, grinning as she twined the fingers of the hand on Octavia's breast with hers, and rolling it with both their hands. Flash was silent for a moment, then got up stiffly.
"Forget it, I'm gonna grab something to drink." He shuffled around the couch and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. Vinyl crinkled her brow.
"He was hard as a rock. You think he's gonna go jerk off thinking about us?" Vinyl said to Octavia hesitantly.
"Perhaps." Octavia murmured, her hand on Vinyl's ass sliding over her hip and slipping in the top of her Spanx. Vinyl stilled her hands on Octavia, which immediately got her attention.
"Umm, Octy, I kinda feel bad about this. We play around Flash a lot, now that I think about it." Octavia's own hand stopped, cupping Vinyl's mound.
"I, I suppose we do, at that. What do you suggest, though?" Vinyl started to free her hands and Octavia turned around, bringing the one that was down Vinyl's pants up to her mouth and licking her fingers casually. Not so casually that she can fight off the shiver that coursed through her as her lover’s taste hit her tongue, though.
Octavia made herself comfortable in Vinyl's arms, reading her troubled expression.
"I like Flash, and you do, too, right?" Vinyl refused to look Octavia in the eyes, but she could tell that Vinyl was having trouble. 'You're too kind a girl, Vinyl. I love you and hate you for that.'
"Vinyl... I don't know. If you're suggesting what I think you are, I would have to give it some real thought." Vinyl nodded, still not looking at Octavia.
"I know, Octy. I just feel like, you know, Flash is a good guy, but people treat him kinda shitty, right? I didn't think we did too, til maybe now?" Vinyl pulled her almost ever-present shades down, and Octavia isn't surprised to see her eyes a little misty.
"Oh, my gruff little DJ with a heart of gold. What am I going to do with you?" Octavia brushed her hand across Vinyl's eyes, pulling the tears away along with her shades. She leaned in and kissed Vinyl, her hand behind Vinyl's head, rubbing her scalp firmly as she invaded her mouth.
Vinyl purred into Octavia, her hand straying back under the girl’s skirt and pressing a thumb into her button. Octavia grunted softly into Vinyl's mouth, breaking off the kiss as she looked into her eyes.
"Pull down your pants, Vinyl Scratch." Vinyl grinned widely as she slipped her Spanx and the over-skirt with it over her ass, sliding them all the way off and letting them fall to the floor. Octavia pulled Vinyl under herself, looking down on her soberly.
She reached down and rucked up Vinyl's tank top, her hand falling on a small, perky breast as she leaned down and sucked a nipple into her mouth. Octavia expertly rolled her tongue over the areola before she nipped the tip.
Vinyl bit her lip, her hands reaching up and massaging the twin pendulums swinging over her stomach. Her hands reached up, undoing the bow tie around Octavia's neck and quickly stripping down the buttons on her blouse. She pulled the shirt over Octavia's shoulders as she straightened up, Octavia pulling the shirt off and sending it the same way as Vinyl's bottoms. She unclasped her bra and discarding it as well.
Vinyl took in the sight of her girlfriends wonderful breasts, the sight never failing to thrill her. She licked dry lips as her heart rate seemed to double, blood pounding in her ears.
"Your tits are fucking magnificent, Octy." Octavia rolled her shoulders, her breasts rising and falling with the motion. She looked down on Vinyl, smiling slightly.
"Oh, I'm rather fond of yours, myself. So cute and perky. I'll look like a cow in ten years, and you'll still be poking me in the eye in your sleep." Vinyl blushed, a hand caressing Octavia's globes.
"That was once. I was having a great dream. About you, even." Vinyl noted, and Octavia reached down to pet her cheek with a chuckle.
"Facts are facts. Enjoy them while you can. I have all the time in the world to enjoy these." Octavia leaned down again, roughly massaging one of Vinyl's breasts while her mouth went to town on the other.
"Ah, fuck yeah, Octy. Go to work." Vinyl reached down and tugged on one of Octavia's thighs, getting her to lifts it. Vinyl slid a leg under, straddling her left thigh as Octavia straddled her right. She murmured into Vinyl's chest before reaching down and pulling her panties off, now clad in just her skirt.
Hands digging into the generous flesh of Octavia's hips, Vinyl started grinding herself into Octavia's thigh. Octavia in turn reached behind herself, putting her free hand into the small of her back and using the extra leverage to run her slit up and down Vinyl's leg.
It didn't take long for them to coat each other's thighs in their juices and they quickly established a rhythm, long practice letting them synchronize easily.
"F-fuck, you feel so good Octy. Do you feel good, baby?" Vinyl stammered as the stimulation sent lightning bolts up her spine. Octavia merely moaned, her mouth occupied at the moment with better things than talking. Vinyl wasn't going to last long. She never did. She opened her eyes, looking down blearily at the top of Octavia's head.
"Fuck. Fuck you Octy, I'm gonna lose it." She clenched her teeth as she picked up her pace, breaking their sync as she roughly ground into Octavia, reaching down and hooking two fingers into herself as the base of her thumb mashed into her clit.
Octavia lurched up, covering Vinyl's mouth with hers as the DJ clamped her thighs, twitching against her and groaning into her mouth. Octavia stared as Vinyl's eyes rolled up slightly, her cheek twitching. 'So hot. I did that.' Octavia mused for the thousandth time.
After a minute or so of impassioned kissing Vinyl broke it off, her hand reaching up to to wipe down her face before languidly trailing down the length of her body. It stopped at her lower belly, pressing into her as she panted heavily.
"I always come first, dammit." Vinyl groaned, pulses of pleasure still radiating from her groin as Octavia leaned over her, taking in the sight of her glowing lover.
"Yes, you do, my little DJ." Octavia said softly, her breath heavy as well. Vinyl’s eyes snapped open at the comment, a blush suffusing her face..
"Aww, shut the fuck up and lay down so I can wreck your vag, Octy." Octavia laughed throatily, leaning back until she landed on her back. Vinyl untangled her legs from Octavia's, scooting back and lunging forward, pushing the other girls legs wide. She licked her way up Octavia's inner thigh, kissing her bud before giving her slit a lascivious lap from the bottom to the top.
Octavia shuddered in delight, a hand going to her breast as the other found Vinyl's hair, twisting up in it. She just grinned, plunging her tongue into Octavia's entrance and swirling as she put a thumb on her own clit.
"Oh, oh my, oh Vinyl!" Octavia's hips bucked as Vinyl slips up to nip her clit, sucking it into her mouth as she folded her ring and pinkie finger back on her left hand. She slid her fingers inside, surprised to feel Octavia's walls already twitching against them.
She plunged them in and out, picking up speed as her tongue swirled around Octavia's clit. Vinyl pulled her mouth away after a minute of this treatment, leaning back and looking down at the blissful Octavia.
"You're running hotter than usual, Octy. Whatcha thinkin' about?" She grinned as Octavia's eyes snapped open.
"N-nothing... Ooh!" Octavia gasps as Vinyl added her ring finger to her assault, three fingers sliding in and out of Octavia as she squirmed and wriggled under Vinyl.
"Bullshit, Octy. You thinking about Flash? Maybe the idea's sounding a little better? Or maybe it's Amon and that sweet fucking tart of his?" Vinyl slipped her thumb free of her pinkie, timing it so that every time her fingers plunge into Octavia her thumb grinds down into her button. Octavia groaned, her hips thrusting as she tried to form words of protest.
"You thinking about watching Amon fuck me while you eat that sweet little tart all up? He's a big boy, and he can go all night. You wanna see him stretch me out?" Octavia grunted as she tried to focus on anything but the pleasure, her head nodding slightly. Vinyl wasn't buying it though. She picked up the pace, her hand a blur.
"No, that's not it. I know what you want. You want me to take Lemon off your hands, so Amon can pile drive that hungry ass of yours..." Vinyl shifted her hand as she said this, her pinkie driving against Octavia's asshole, forcing itself in further with each thrust of her hand as Octavia’s eyes popped open with a gasp.
"You want that log in your ass, stretching you to the breaking point. You wanna bleed a little, you slut." Vinyl dove back down, nipping Octavia's bud.
"Fuck yes! Oh, bloody fucking yes!" Octavia blurted out, and Vinyl felt her anus clench around her pinkie, her other fingers drumming inside Octavia as her walls shuddered uncontrollably. Vinyl swirled her tongue around Octavia's bud, crushing against it occasionally as she rode Octavia's orgasm out. 'Wow, she's fucking down as hell. It's on like Donkey Kong.'
"God damn I love you, you bitch..." Octavia groans, her legs shaking on Vinyl's shoulders. Vinyl gave her a final, slow lick before slithering up between her legs and sprawling on her heaving chest. She used Octavia's tits as a pillow, the hand she was using on herself reaching up to slip her fingers into Octavia's mouth.
Octavia sucked them in without hesitation, licking them clean before reaching up and setting the hand against her cheek. Vinyl slid her other hand down, fingering herself languidly.
"Shit, Octy. You really got off on that. I'm just gonna say, bring lube. Amon will fuck your ass up." Octavia looked up at her, thoughts slow as she was still recovering from her intense orgasm.
"And how would you know that?" She eventually asked, her tone level.'Shit!' Vinyl thought, frantic to explain herself,
"Octy, it wasn't my fault, okay? Lemon went crazy."
"Explain." Vinyl didn't like the tone of Octavia's voice at all.
"Okay, so, I jumped on the couch. They were on it. My ass landed on Lemon's face. She thought I was someone else trying to smother her, and jammed MY face into Amon's morning wood. I might have bit his nuts. In self defense. Explained. Not my fault." Vinyl let this all out in a rush, staring at Octavia's face with trepidation as she panted for breath at the end. Her cheek twitched.
Octavia burst out into a fit of laughter and Vinyl sighed in relief, chuckling nervously as she clutched her chest.
"Hey, it wasn't funny at the time, Octy. I had a mouthful of nuts. Not my favorite thing." Octavia stifled her laughter enough to reply.
"Like it's the first time. But, how anyone could mistake your bony posterior for a pillow. Now, that is hilarious." Vinyl pouted, casting a glance back to her ass.
"Come on, you know you love it."
"Beside the point, Vinyl love." Octavia squinted for a second. "Are you still flicking your bean?" Vinyl shrugs.
"That was fucking hot. What can I say?" Octavia was silent for a while, her eyes closed. Eventually, she spoke.
"Vinyl, if Flash is still... If you still want to..." Vinyl moved her hand from Octavia's cheek to her lips and pressed a finger to her lips.
"Nope, shushy. If that happens, it's gonna be us, not me, and not right now. I just want us to think about it. If we can find a place in our thing for Flash, that's fine until he finds someone of his own." Vinyl looked down at Octavia, a gentle expression on her face. "You and me, Octy. We can help out a friend, but I'm not gonna do it on my own. I fucked up enough already." Octavia smiled just as gently up at Vinyl.
"How can you be so stupid sometimes and so incredibly brilliant at others?"
Vinyl grinned, setting her hands on her hips and thrusting her chest out.
"Just the rockin' roller coaster that is your very own Vinyl Scratch. Gotta keep it interesting, right?" Octavia rolled her eyes at the braggadocio, reaching down and flicking aside Vinyl's hand.
"Fine, but get that bumbling instrument out of there. You'll never get yourself off like that.” Octavia’s eyes were smoky as she tugged on Vinyl’s hips, practically yanking her up her body. After a few small adjustments, Vinyl looked down at Octavia again, this time biting her lip. Octavia licked her lips as she raised her head between Vinyl’s thighs. “Let me help..."
* * *
Amon and Lemon walked into Flash's house and immediately decided they should stay the hell downstairs for a bit. Amon merely rolled his eyes as the verbal diarrhea from Vinyl washed over them, mousy shrieks interspersed. Lemon, however, was fascinated.
"She's got a fucking mouth on her, dude."
"Yup. I wonder where Flash is. He usually pops out of the house when they get that into it." A loud, distinctly male groan answered his question.
"Oh. Huh. Jesus, Flash. Well, sounds like he's done, anyway. Wanna go fuck with him?" Amon rubbed his hands together in anticipation, but regretted the joke a moment later as Lemon replied.
"That's mean, Moncakes. Remember what he's got on you." Amon shuddered.
"Fine, let's at least raid his fridge. I'm fucking starving." Lemon watched as Amon opened Flash's fridge, rummaging around before he pulled out some sandwich fixings. "Better than nothing." He muttered. Amon held up a piece of bread with an inquiring look, and Lemon nodded.
As Amon busied himself in the kitchen, Lemon wandered around the lower floor of Flash's house. Finding the living room, she flopped down on the leather couch, stretching out luxuriantly.
"Room for one more?" Amon set a plate of sandwiches down on the table in front of the couch and lowered himself down slowly. "Oof, I'm really starting to feel it, now. My joints feel like I poured cement in them."
"You really need to take it easy, Amon. Here, lie down." Lemon moved over and sat up a bit, Amon flopping onto his back. Lemon caught his shoulders, lowering his head into her lap. "I'll give you a massage later, okay? Just relax. No more crazy today."
Amon stiffened against her.
"Aww, hell, why'd you have to say that? Now crazy shit is guaranteed to happen." Lemon chuckled, rubbing Amon's shoulders easily.
"Old Murphy, huh? Me and him have an arrangement. I get time-outs." Amon laughed, settling into Lemon's lap as her fingers relaxed him.
"Hope you called one, I wanna stay like this for at least a week." Lemon smiled down at Amon, lowering her head and kissing him on the nose.
"Well, I can't buy us a week, but I'll see how generous he's feeling." Amon reached back, patting Lemon's hand gently. Lemon pulled out her iPod, handing an earbud to Amon and placing one in her ear. She scrolled through her songs with one hand while Amon held the other to his chest.
"Huh, not much on here that really qualifies as 'relaxing'..." Lemon murmured, slightly frustrated. Amon reached out, grabbing a sandwich off the plate and taking a bite.
"Wurflerfle fuff, drrrr wrrurr burrdurr." Lemon looked down at him, quirking an eyebrow.
"Dude, eat then talk. Duh." Amon finished his bite, slightly flush.
"Uh, I said don't worry about it, whatever's fine." Lemon fiddled around a bit more.
"This is, weird, but okay? Is that a guy?" Amon listened on as Lemon nods.
"I like epic things. This guy is epic." Lemon stated firmly.
"Ooookay, then. Huh. I dunno." Amon kept a straight face as best he could, but Lemon could tell he was just humoring her
"Dude, he dresses up like a straight up legit medieval jongleur. Bells on his boots and all. Epic." Amon laughed as Lemon flapped her arms around, kicking a foot out for emphasis.
"French guys that can sing. Now I know my enemy, and shall prepare." Lemon smacked him on the top of the head lightly, chuckling. Amon settled back again, sighing in contentment. He kissed Lemons hand and closed his eyes. 'I can't say the music is exactly sweeping me away, but meh.' Amon thought as Lemon lightly rubbed his scalp.
"So, this is usually the time when something comes crashing through the wall and kidnaps you or something." Lemon looked down at him in puzzlement.
"What, dude?" Amon laughed at the dumbfounded look on her face.
"Come on, something's supposed to abduct you while I'm weakened by my epic battle. It happens in all the games and comics." Lemon sighed, and Amon was surprised at the bitterness in her eyes.
"You of all people should know life doesn't work like that. Nothing happens or something terrible does. Life is boring until it's shit." Amon blinked, completely surprised by the words coming out of Lemon’s mouth.
"Lemon, I, uh, never would have taken you for a pessimist." Lemon humphed, pouting as her hands drew around herself.
"I can be plenty maudlin, I just have a lot of things to appreciate right now." Amon laughed carefully, rolling over and propping himself up on his hands to look at lemon.
"Yeah, like a roving pack of jocks out for our skins, and a crazy girl at the helm of some kind of hate machine." He leaned in, a mocking grin on his face.
"Hey, we're better off today than we were yesterday. At least Ponyville didn't attack me like a swarm of wasps." Amon leaned all the way in to give her a quick peck on the lips.
"There's my Lemon. Sweet Lemons, ha. That ruins so many lines." Lemon smiled wryly.
"Come on, Amon. You can think of a few, right?" Amon tapped his lips in thought.
"When life gives you Lemons, you say 'Thanks, dude?'" Lemon chuckled.
"Weak, dude."
"Umm, 'Life is like a box of Lemons. They don't really fit and no one wants to eat them?' No, that doesn't work, I already ate you." Lemon groaned, hanging her head.
"You're slipping, Amon." Amon pondered for a moment, his arms on either side of Lemon as he propped himself up over her. Lemon couldn’t help but recall the last time she was seeing him like this as her cheeks heated up.
"The only thing this Lemon makes explode is my pants?'" Lemon, caught daydreaming, screwed her face up in confusion.
"I don't get it. Is that a reference or something?" Amon gaped at her.
"You don't know Cave Johnson? This must be rectified!"
* * *
A couple minutes later, Lemon finished laughing.
"Combustible Lemons. I like it. I will follow this Cave Johnson's vision. What can I burn down?" Amon laughed, putting his phone away.
"We'll see if we can find something for you." He slid over, laying down next to Lemon and snuggling into her side.
"Hey, come on. I was enjoying having you loom over me." Lemon muttered as she put an arm around him.
"I'm supposed to be resting, right? My arms were getting tired."
"Poor little baby, all tuckered out. I'll put you down for a nap." Lemon chuckled, but noticed that Amon tensed for a moment before relaxing again. Amon sighed, closing his eyes and pushing other thoughts away as he enjoyed the feeling of Lemon beside him.
"What was that, Amon?" He grimaced, opening his eyes and looking into Lemon's concerned face.
"Just, the way you said that. Reminded me of something." Lemon looked down at him, and couldn’t help but feel that he was the most vulnerable she'd ever seen him.
"Yeah, I can guess what, too. If I ever see that woman, I'm gonna cram my boot so far up her ass I'll write it off as a lost cause." Lemon grit her teeth.
"Hey, don't even bother. She's probably changed her name and moved to the other side of the country. I'm over it." Lemon shifted her glare to him now.
"Obviously, you're not, or you wouldn't have had that little moment a minute ago." Amon sighed, glancing away before meeting Lemon's eyes again.
"Fine, so I still have a few issues with her, and I don't think I'll ever pick out 'Babysitters XVII' for entertainment. I'm working on it." Lemon reached around and stroked his cheek softly.
"You're not, though. You just tense up and probably run it all through your head whenever you get reminded of her." She said it as gently as she could, but Amon looked away from her and didn’t respond. "I told you. We all did. We're here for you. Don't bottle that shit up. I don't wanna make a joke or talk sexy to you and make you wallow in whatever you wallow in."
Lemon tilted Amon's face toward her and saw the frustrated look on his face.
"I get it, okay? It's not like I know where she buried the landmines in my brain, you know?" Amon set his head back on Lemon's chest and she laid a hand on the side of it, running her fingers through his hair.
"So tell me what you DO know. What's off limits? What's gonna tense you up or make you feel like shit?" Amon threw an arm over Lemon's stomach, worrying at the hem of her tanktop nervously.
"You mean besides talking about it? Okay, okay." Amon flinched as Lemon yanked on his ear lightly.
"Talk, or the ear gets it." Amon chuckled at this, and Lemon smiles.
"Well, that baby talk stuff? No go. I didn't like it then, and I sure as fuck don't like it now." Lemon pondered this for a few moments.
"Not something I'm prone to, but I can't promise I won't do it by accident. Just make sure you call me on it if I do it." Amon continued fidgeting.
"I, I can do that, yeah. I don't need to keep quiet when, I mean, if you talk to me like that." Lemon didn’t like how Amon worded that at all.
"Dude, did she like, condition you?" Amon grimaced. He hated that word. For so many reasons. The lack of control, the tacit permission...
"I guess you could call it that? A couple things. She just, you know, drove them into my head and made 'em stick. That's why..." He trailed off.
"That's why what, Amon?" Lemon asked softly, her hand starting to stroke his cheek again as she tried to coax him into calming down.
"That's the main reason I'm still seeing a shrink. Finding triggers and desensitizing me to them. I... I really hate it." Lemon choked down a sob when she heard the tone in his voice and tilted his head up toward her again. Leaning down, she covered his lips with hers.
"Dude, I'm... That's fucked up. I can't imagine how fucked up that must be." Amon pulled Lemon against him a little tighter.
"It's helping. I'm a hundred times better than I was six months ago."
"I'm glad. So, what else?" Amon looked at her, unsure, but his expression eventually firmed.
"Well, don't tell me it's time for Din-Dins. Like, ever. I'd rather eat you out because I WANT to."
"No..." Lemon whispered, her eyes wide. Amon just rubbed his forehead distractedly, wanting to move on.
"There's only really one other big one that I know of."
He mumbled something unintelligible.
"I didn't catch that, dude." Amon did a credible Fluttershy impression and muttered even more softly than before. "Umm, dude..."
"Fuck, I'm trying, okay? Don't fucking spank me, dammit!" Lemon watched Amon use his anger to force the words out. She could see beads of sweat on his forehead. She looked at him, disquieted by how much of a hold this other woman still had on him.
"What happens if I do?" She asked quietly. Amon was slowly cooling back down and he looked at her with a tired expression.
"It's a conditioned response. I, well, I get ready to go, you know?" Amon looked mortified, and Lemon could understand. She didn't think she'd like it if someone else had control of her libido, either.
"You're serious." Amon opened his mouth, shut it, shrugged, and opened it again.
"Give it a whirl." Lemon was conflicted.
"I don't know if I want to..." She said carefully, a little spooked.
"I trust you, Lemon. You're the only one that knows about it besides my shrink and the court psychiatrist back home." Amon looked up at Lemon, eyes worried and hopeful at the same time.
"I dunno, Amon. This is pretty heavy shit." Amon nodded, giving her a sickly grin.
"No kidding. If it makes you feel any better, it only seems to work with women, and I have to, I don't know, have feelings for them? It doesn't work for just anyone." Amon turned away from her for a second. "I, you know, if it's you, I guess I don't mind? It's weird, I know, but maybe I can turn it into a positive thing? Hell of a party trick, right?" Lemon thought about this for a while, and Amon stayed silent.
'Maybe, Amon wants to like, replace the negative associations with positive ones? I don't know if it's fucked up that I'd find this totally, epically hot under different circumstances.' Lemon was still unsure, but her curiosity won out. She raised her hand and slapped Amon's ass. His expression instantly changed, and within seconds Lemon could feel him digging into her thigh. He blinked at her slowly, smiling.
"What do you want to do?" Lemon gaped at him.
"Dude, snap out of it!" Amon blinked at her again, shook his head and scowled.
"fuck, I hate that." Lemon watched Amon's face as he seemed to battle something behind his eyes, and eventually he shook his head vigorously again, turning a pained smile to her. "Sorry, I didn't think that'd happen. Sometimes, when she did it to me, I'd go into a 'mildly suggestive state.' It hasn't happened in session for a couple months." Lemon looked at him, her expression unreadable.
"Seriously, can we find this bitch and bury her?" Amon laughs, clutching his stomach as guffaws tumbled out from his belly. Lemon was keenly aware of his erection jabbing her lightly in the side with each laugh.
"Thanks, but no thanks, Lem. If I never see her again it'll be too soon. Sorry I'm weird, I just figured I should lay all my cards on the table." Lemon thought the term 'Damaged' might be more applicable, but didn’t say it.
"It'd be weird if it was your fault in any way. It's not, though." Lemon ran her hand through his hair again before stroking his cheek lightly.
"Yeah, I know. Everybody keeps saying that, and I even believe it most of the time." Lemon didn't dignify that with a response, instead trying to wrap her head around the responsibility she's suddenly been given. 'He really does trust me. Fuck, I thought I had it bad...' Lemon was suddenly confronted with the possibility that she might have bitten off more than she could chew, but almost instantly rejected the notion.
"I'd like to think that that's the bottom of the weird barrel from me." Amon said quietly, giving Lemon a tentative smile.
"Well, I'm not gonna lie, Amon. You're more fucked up in the head than I thought." Amon stiffened slightly. "Settle down, dude. It'll take more than that to scare me off." Amon sighed in relief, sliding his hand over her belly softly and eliciting a giggle.
"Well, that's good. I figure most girls would be running for the hills by now." Lemon trailed her fingers down his cheek, running then down his neck and sliding her hand into his sweater to rub his chest lightly.
"Well, I'm a tough girl. And, it, umm, you know..." Lemon trailed off, her cheeks red. Amon tilted his head up, looking at the blush growing on her cheeks.
"Uh, 'sup Lemon?" She fidgeted, her hand rubbing Amon's chest more insistently.
"Okay, I know it's terrible, and I'm not trying to be like, insensitive to your situation, but that shit is hitting my G-spot with a jackhammer. You have a Fun-button, dude!" Amon stared at her incredulously as she bit her lip.
"Umm, a what, Lemon?" Amon asked slowly, cocking his head to the side.
"A Fun-button! 'Press this to start', you like, gave me control of your cock! N-not like I'd take advantage of it, don't worry!" Amon was slightly worried.
"You're worrying me. Maybe I..." Lemon cut him off immediately.
"No, dude, don't regret this. I fucking promise, you can trust me. I swear, I won't take advantage of you. You've had enough of that shit." Amon closed his mouth slowly. Lemon couldn't read him, and wondered if she might have just made a big mistake. She was relieved when he responded hesitantly.
"I, you know, I do trust you. It's just, kind of scary? Giving up control and all, even if it's to someone I know won't hurt me." Lemon was silent for a while and Amon simply waited, enjoying the feel of her hand on his chest and the slow rise and fall of her soft breast under his cheek.
"Because you were wrong before?" Lemon eventually asked softly.
"Ah, yeah, I guess that's part of it. Maybe a big part." Lemon raised her free hand, making a fist and driving it into the couch in frustration.
"Shit, this is pissing me off. I don't know how to say this without sounding all melodramatic, but a lot of people like, betrayed you, Amon." Lemon ground her fist into the couch, gritting her teeth.
"It's okay-" Amon started to say, but Lemon cut him off again.
"No it fucking isn't, dude. I don't get how you're not blowing up on people left and right. Aren't you pissed off about all this shit?" Lemon looked down at Amon to see a resigned expression on his face.
"I was, for a while. Yelling at my parents, my friends at school, my shrink. Eventually I just got tired of being mad all the time." Amon sighed, his hand stilling on Lemon's stomach. "I guess I'd rather let it slide than get worked up over everything all the time, you know?" Lemon took her fist out of the couch cushion and laid it on top of Amon's, squeezing hard.
"I, yeah, I get that, but, you can't let everything slide, Amon. Sometimes you act like a fucking doormat. Like that shit with your coach." Amon shrugged.
"That doesn't really bother me, Lemon. I do track because I like it. I don't really care if I get all kinds of recognition for it. Not that I mind when I do get it..." Amon chuckled lightly and Lemon forced a laugh, still trying to work out her anger.
"That's fine, I guess, but, dammit, I don't know. I don't like it. Seeing you just let people walk all over you and ignore you." Amon looked up at Lemon and stretched up slowly, kissing her gently.
"I'm glad you didn't." Amon said softly, and Lemon felt like her heart was melting. Or exploding. Arrhythmia?
"S-shut up, dude. You're giving me a heart defect." Amon laughed before moving in and kissing her deeply. Lemon returned the favor and they spend a few minutes playing the game.
Eventually Lemon broke off the kiss, noticing that Amon was rocking his hips unconsciously and was still hard, digging into her stomach now that they changed position to get more comfortable.
"Umm, not that I'm complaining, but is that normal?" Lemon asked, jerking her chin in the direction of Amon's crotch. He noticed what he was doing and stopped, blushing intensely.
"Umm, not that we're doing anything to help it go away, but, it could last a while?" Lemon cursed under her breath.
"My epic plan to get you to see how good you are at running sucks giant donkey cock." Amon blushed, looking up at the ceiling and pointedly away from her face.
"Well, I can't exactly exert myself, but, I don't necessarily HAVE to..." Lemon stared blankly before a grin of dawning comprehension took over her face.
"Sure, fine, I can do all the work..." Lemon said coquettishly, making Amon laugh and blush at the same time.
"Not on that couch, you can't. It's expensive." Flash said, walking around the back of the couch, snagging a sandwich from the plate on the table and sitting down at the end it.
"Come on, Flash! It was just getting good!" Pinkie yelled as she plopped down on the opposite end of the couch, a half eaten bowl of popcorn in her lap.
"Ah! What the hell are you doing here Pinkie!" Flash yelled, spitting bits of sandwich on Amon and Lemon. Pinkie waved a hand absently, picking up a remote and turning on the TV and Blu-ray player.
"I've been here for like an hour, silly. Good form, by the way." Flash stared at her, color draining out of his face.
"You, You promised..."
"Come on, Flashy washy, I told you I'd stay away until you felt better. Amon and Lemon told me you were feeling better. Ergo, here's Pinkie Pie!" She waved her hands in the air in a mockery of excitement, flipping absently through the catalog of digital rentals on Flash's entertainment service. Amon and Lemon simply laid between them, facing each other, their foreheads pressed together.
"If we ignore them, you think they'll go away?" Lemon asked.
"Probably not."
"Thought not..." Lemon opened her eyes, seeing Amon give her a wry smile. She returned it before moving her head forward and pressing her lips to his.
Amon pulled Lemon closer to him, trying to ignore the interlopers at his head and feet, but he could feel the moment slipping away with his erection. They went back to making out as Flash gave Pinkie a glare.
"Whatever, fine. I guess I'm feeling up to your stunts. What are you up to?" Pinkie waved the hand holding the remote.
"Trying to find a good movie. All you guys are overstimulating me with your hijinks. I need something to take my mind off all the sexy junk." Flash decided to take this at face value. Reading too much into Pinkie’s often nonsensical comments was just asking for trouble.
"Kung Fury?" Flash suggested, but Pinkie waved it off absently.
"Seen it. It was funny in a ridiculous way, but not what I'm looking for. Too bad Krampus isn't for rent yet, that looks great."
"Isn't that a horror movie?" Flash asked, a little confused.
"Yeah, evil Santa eating kids and shitting them out as minions to steal more kids for him to eat. or something. Hilarious." Pinkie muttered as she continued to scroll through the lists. "Ooh, maybe this... Chikun, goood!" Pinkie exclaimed as she queued up ‘The Fifth Element’, turning to Flash for approval.
"Don't get me wrong, It's an awesome movie, but I've seen it like two-hundred times." Pinkie nodded, backing up to the lists again and searching. "Maybe an anime?" Flash offered, and Pinkie perked up.
"Ooh, yeah, there's this one I've been meaning to check out. Summer Wars, you seen it?" Flash shook his head.
"Heard it was good, though. Do it up." Lemon broke off the kiss with Amon, looking to the side in embarrassment.
"Umm, I actually heard this was really good. Can we..?" Amon laughed, pecking her on the lips before he slid to a sitting position, helping her do the same.
"Yeah, It sounds interesting." Amon put an arm around Lemon as she snuggled into his side. He put his other hand out to intercept Pinkie as she tried to dive in opposite her. She waved her arms, clutching as Amon held her back with a hand on her face. "Bad Pinkie. Go snuggle with Flash."
Pinkie backed up and nodded, getting off the couch and letting them slide down before she sat next to Flash.
"Hey, what?" Flash got out before Pinkie flopped over onto him.
"Shush, warm pillows don't talk." Pinkie said as she made herself comfortable, her back against Flash's chest and her head resting against his shoulder.
"You guys look comfy." Vinyl noted as she walked into the living room, Octavia a step behind her.
"Yup!" Pinkie nodded happily, reaching back and pulling Flash's arms around from behind her and wrapping them around her stomach below her breasts. Flash colored slightly but decided to just go with it, his hand grabbing his opposite wrist as his other settled on Pinkie's thigh.
"Whatcha watchin'?" Vinyl asked as she lead Octavia over to a love seat facing the TV at an angle and pulled her down into it.
"Summer Wars. It's an Anime, something about the internet I think?" Octavia made a face.
"Oh, that Anime stuff? Isn't it all ultra violence and tentacle rapes?" Vinyl laughed, patting her head fondly.
"Oh, my sweet, uncultured Octy. We're gonna marathon 'Your Lie in April' some time soon. You'll like this one, it's rich in Japanese culture." Lemon looked over at Vinyl, curious.
"You've seen it already? Is it good?" Vinyl nodded absently as she wrapped her arms around Octavia.
"It's great. America's the bad guy and the internet explodes."
"Hey, no spoilers dammit. Although I guess America kinda always is the bad guy, and something does tend to explode most times." Amon pondered this trend in Anime as the movie started, but he was quickly engrossed in it, the story interesting enough to hold his attention.
* * *
"So, the JDSF, that's like the marines?"
"Not exactly, Octy."
* * *
As the movie wrapped up Amon stretched, Lemon protesting slightly as he jostled her.
"Pretty good. I did NOT expect that one scene to get to me." He murmured, calming the savage beast in his lap with a kiss on the top of her head.
"I know, right? Koi-Koi! Why was that so, like, emotional?" Vinyl asks, rubbing her eyes. Octavia smiled indulgently at Vinyl before turning to the couch.
"It was nice, but, did anyone else get that 'Battle: LA' vibe? Like it was a recruitment video for the marines in disguise? Well, this 'JSDF' in this case."
"Kind of. I liked it a lot, though. King Kazuma was sick." Flash noted, his posture having relaxed about half way through the movie, and not overreacting to Pinkie's presence anymore.
"Mmm, rabbit's are cool..." Pinkie muttered, half asleep in Flash's arms. She shifted, reminding Flash that she had slumped down as the movie went on, her breasts now laying over his arms. Amon looked at Flash, grinning.
"Yeah, cool rabbits. That's what you're thinking about right now." Lemon chuckled as Flash blushed slightly.
"Your arms getting tired from holding up all that weight?" Vinyl grinned a tad wickedly at the uncomfortable bot..
"Flash prefers a B-cup or so. Or, a particular B-cup, anyway." This earned her a scowl.
"S-shut up, Vinyl. I don't have a preference, really. I'm interested in the whole package." Flash responded. He would have continued, but his eyes popped wide as Pinkie shifted, turning to flop onto him more fully, chest to chest.
"It's okay, Flash. I miss Twilight, too." Pinkie muttered, throwing her arms around him and squeezing. "Hugs."
"Ah, Pinkie, settle down." Flash pleaded as she threw a leg over his thighs, straddling him and shifting up, her arms tightening around him.
"Hugs." Flash looked slightly panicked, but eventually wrapped his arms that had been lying at his sides around her, squeezing tentatively.
"There, okay? Hugs." Pinkie nodded, laying her chin on his shoulder.
"Hugs are best. Cheer up, Flashy." She murmured into his neck. "Need to rest up for the party."
"Um, sure, yeah, rest up for... The party?" Amon snapped his fingers, reaching into his jacket for the party invitations Pinkie gave them.
"Huh, 'Come to Flash's house tonight at 10pm sharp for a Pinkie production party in honor of Amon and Lemon's budding relationship. BYOB, snacks provided.' What time is it?" Octavia glances at her watch.
"Oh my, it's Nine already."
Flash was utterly still.
Amon watched as Flash turned to him slowly.
"Normally I would freak out about his, but I have a more important question to ask." Flash stated, something in his eyes telling Amon that this was going to be bad.
"Um, what? What's more important than a party incoming that you had no idea was happening?" Flash looked at Amon seriously.
"Is it possible that Pinkie Pie is, well, not wearing underwear?" Amon tilted his head to the side and thought back to earlier today.
"Now that you mention it, she wasn't the last time I saw her." Lemon reached over and flipped Pinkie's skirt.
"Pinkie, get off my dick." Pinkie responded by rocking her hips lightly and tightening her grip on Flash.
"Don' wanna. Everybody's doin' fun stuff, I'm horny." Pinkie saai muzzily. "Even Amon gets to have fun..." Amon bristled slightly at that.
"Pinkie, wake up. You're treading on thin ice. Stop mounting Flash without permission." Vinyl, unable to keep silent anymore, burst out laughing.
"Fine, fine, I'm up Amon, what?" Pinkie unlatched her arm from around Flash to wave at Amon, and Flash took this opportunity to dump her sideways into Lemon.
"Whoa Nelly!" Pinkie blurted out as she sprawled over Lemon and Amon's laps. She caught herself with her nose about an inch from Amon's crotch and pushed herself sideways with wide eyes, rolling off their laps and onto to floor with an 'oof!' Vinyl only had eyes for Flash's crotch, however. More to the point, the wet stain on it and the bulge that twitched again as he was afforded a nice view by Pinkie's acrobatics.
"Jesus, dude. Were you literally inside her?" She flopped back into the loveseat, kicking her heels up in glee. Octavia, who was sporting a furious blush,clutched her belly as laughter forces itself out. Flash looked poleaxed, slowly pushing himself up off the couch.
"A little, maybe? I, I need to go change..." With that, he hurried out of the room. Pinkie merely lay on the floor, rubbing her head.
"This isn't a dream, is it?" Pinkie asked softly, looking to Octavia for confirmation.
"No, dear, it isn't." Pinkie nodded, her face falling. Strangely, her hair followed suit.
"Oh. Shoot." Pinkie folded her knees under her, clutching a lock of her now long straight hair. "Oh, he's gonna be so mad at me... Stupid Pinkie, Stupid!" Pinkie murmured as she stroked her hair. She suddenly stood, looking around.
"I'm gonna, I need to get the food for the party okay see you guys later bye!" In a blink she was gone, and they all hear the front door slam.
"Well, that happened. Stop laughing, Vinyl, it isn't funny." Amon grumbled, still a bit stunned by what had just happened.
"Come on, it's kinda funny. Well, until you think about the aftermath. Dammit, now I feel shitty, Amon. You suck." Vinyl crossed her arms and proceeded to pout. It didn't work for her. Amon sighed and got up, popping a kiss on Lemon's cheek as she turned to him in protest..
"I'm gonna go check on Flash. Vinyl, try to get a hold of Pinkie, you know her best. Ixnay on the itshay, she seemed really upset." Vinyl grumbled as she pulled out her phone and Amon walked up the stairs, stopping in front of Flash's closed door.
"Flash, I'm coming in. You decent?" Amon turned the handle on the door and, finding it unlocked, he opened it and stepped inside. Flash was on his bed, a new pair of pants on already. He looked up at Amon before looking back down at something in his hand, then tucked it into his wallet and pocketed it.
"I don't think any of us were. She ever pull that kind of stunt before?" Flash shrugged, looking up a Amon and frowning.
"Not that I know of. I don't think it was a stunt, though, man. I think she was actually half asleep and horny." Amon sat next to him on the bed, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"Scale from one to ten, how much is this fucking with you?" Flash sighed, thinking about it.
"I don't know, a seven? That was Pinkie Pie. I've never even thought of her that way before. We've been friends forever." Flash put both hands on his head, his fingers digging into his scalp. Amon nodded, understanding how weird this had to be.
"Well, are you thinking about it now?"
"Yeah, man. And all I can really think is, I'm not really interested in her that way. Is that wrong?" Amon shook his head.
"It's not wrong, Flash. If you aren't, you aren't. We don't even know if SHE is though, really." Flash rubbed his face vigorously for a few seconds, throwing back his head and groaning after a moment.
"Argh, yeah, but, what if she is? Is this gonna fuck shit up between us? Is she gonna hate me for turning her down? That's the thing that's really getting to me, man." Flash hung his head, his hand fallen listlessly to his sides, and Amon patted his shoulder.
"Well, you can avoid the issue, but this is Pinkie. She'll find you if she wants to." Flash grunted in assent.
"Yeah, that would be pointless. I need to just bite the bullet next time I see her."
"Well, that should be in less than fifty minutes, since she said she's coming back with food for the party." Flash groaned as the other shoe dropped. He glanced at Amon, a morose look on his face..
"Ugh, right, the party. I've got THAT to deal with, too. Promise you'll help me keep it from turning into a rager, yeah?" Amon nodded, cracking his knuckles.
"Your intimidating but useless when push comes to shove friend is on the case, Flash." He grinned lopsidedly at Flash, seeing a little grin answer him with a slight feeling of relief.
"Good. I still have to live here, after all. Don't wanna be living in a trashed house until my parent's get back."
"Well, you could, you know, clean?" Flash looked around at his messy room.
"Um, pass." Amon laughed, shaking his head as he gave Flash’s shoulder a light squeeze..
"Well, that was easier than I thought. I was half afraid I was gonna have to talk you down from a ledge." Flash punched Amon in the shoulder lightly, smirking.
"Hah, no way, man. I'm made of tougher stuff than that. You said Pinkie left, though? I thought I heard the door slam." Flash gave Amon a quizzical look, his expression more than a little worried.
"Yeah, she sat on the floor for a second. Asked Octy if she was dreaming. Then her hair like, deflated? And then she ran out to get snacks." Flash stiffened.
"Her hair deflated?" Amon nodded slowly, thinking back on the surreal scene again.
"Yeah. It was pretty weird." Flash grimaced.
"That's not good. Shit. If she isn't back by ten, I'm gonna have to go look for her." Amon cocked his head. He didn’t like the tone of Flash’s voice one bit.
"What's the big deal?" Amon asked carefully. Flash looked at Amon, seeming to think something over.
"I guess you haven't seen it before. Pinkie's been in pretty good shape since you came to the school." Amon quirked an eyebrow at Flash. He was definitely not liking the sound of this.
"Okay. So what?"
"Pinkie can get, well, real depressed or upset sometimes. When she does, her hair loses its poof. It's not like it's the weirdest thing about her, don't give me that look."
Amon was staring at Flash incredulously.
"Her mood controls her hair? Come on, Flash, stop pulling my leg." Flash gave Amon a look.
"I'm serious. If her hair deflated, she's freaking out big time." Amon held his hands up in defeat. He could usually tell when Flash was messing with him, and this didn’t seem like one of those times.
"Okay, okay, I believe you. What are we supposed to do about it?" Flash shrugged uncomfortably.
"Figure out what's wrong and fix it, before she really goes off the deep end. Which probably means I'm in for some pain." He shuddered slightly, and Amon rolled his eyes.
"Right. So, steer her towards you and take cover? Got it." Amon gave Flash a thumbs up as he facepalmed.
"Bus bumper, we meet again, old friend..." Amon stood up, pulling Flash along with him.
"Come on, I know this isn't your fault, but since you have the best chance of fixing it, man up." Flash threw his hands up in mock despair before pinning Amon with a pleading look.
"Bah, can't I just join the sissy girly man's club? You'll sponsor me, right?" Amon laughed, patting his friend’s head gently.
"Gallows humor, I like it. Stiff upper lip and all that, wot wot?" Flash knocked Amon's hand off, grinning at him.
"You sound like a member of the long patrol from those old Redwall books." Amon thought for a second before comprehension dawned on him.
"What is it with you and rabbits today? Come on, let's go. The guillotine waits for no man."
Amon and Flash walked down the stairs, turning toward the living room. They stopped when a loud knock was heard on the front door. Flash turned toward it, reaching for the handle.
"Guess someone's extra eager for the party..." Flash opened the door to see an irate looking Rainbow Dash, Applejack glowering over her shoulder at him.
"Hey, girls-" Amon started to say, but Rainbow stomped forward, twisting a fist in Flash's collar and lifting him up on his toes.
"What the hell did you do to Pinkie, Flash." Rainbow growled, pushing her face into Flash's, less than an inch separating them.
"I didn't do anything, I swear!" Flash yelped, raising his hands in surrender.
"Then why is Pinkie runnin' around mah kitchen like a maniac, mutterin' about 'makin' it up to Flash' an 'cain't believe that happened'." Applejack asked sourly, hands on her hips as she gave Flash a skeptical look.
"Because she tried to ride Flash like a cowgirl in her sleep? Why is it automatically Flash's fault?" Amon stepped around Flash as he said this, knocking Rainbow's hand away from him. "Way to go running off half-cocked as usual, Dash." Applejack merely tilted her hat down over her eyes.
"Jeez Pinkie, What's got into you..." Amon tried, but the urge was too strong.
"Flash. Well, a little, maybe." Flash turned beet red, and Amon had to hold Rainbow back from strangling him.
"Jesus, it's a joke. Settle down." Applejack flicked her hat back up, her cheeks slightly red but her eyes hard.
"Not a very good one, Amon." He blanched at the look in her eyes, knowing he’d just exacerbated an already tense situation.
"Ah, no, you're right, it wasn't. Sorry. Can we all just calm down and get this straightened out?" Amon carefully let go of Rainbow as he said this, watching her back off slightly.
"Fine, we'll hear you out, but I'm not taking off my shit kickers." Amon looked at Rainbow, and realized that she was wearing steel-toed boots.
"Wow, you actually came over here ready to take the boots to Flash. I don't even know what to say." Amon turned around and walked back into the house, pushing Flash along in front of him.
"Ah told you that was takin' it too far, Rainbow." Applejack muttered as she followed them inside. Rainbow looked down at her boots, then back up at Applejack's receding back.
"What? Hey, wait up!" She followed everyone inside, closing the door behind her. Turning into the living room as she followed the sounds of people talking, she came upon everyone settling down into various pieces of furniture.
Vinyl and Octavia were still occupying the love seat, and Flash was on one side of the couch, Amon sitting next to him and Lemon on Amon's other side. Seeing that Applejack had taken a recliner, Rainbow shrugged and took the open spot on the couch next to Lemon. She smiled at Rainbow, holding out a hand, and Rainbow took it and shook briskly.
"Hi, you must be Rainbow Dash! I'm Lemon Zest, Amon's girlfriend. Oh, and if you lay a finger on Flash I'm gonna fuck you up!" Rainbow almost missed the gist of what Lemon was saying, as she kept the pleasant tone and expression, but she got the message when Lemon's grip on her hand turned into a vice. She yanked her hand back, shaking it.
"What are you talking about?" Lemon gave Rainbow a flat look before glancing down at her boots and back up.
"I have really good hearing." Lemon turned to Amon. "Isn't she supposed to be Flash's friend?" Amon looked over at Rainbow. It was obvious from his expression that he was less than impressed with her right now.
"Yeah, she is."
"Hey! Pinks was freaking out, I had to do something!" Rainbow cried out defensively.
"Did you even ask her what was wrong, or did you just hear Flash's name and assume the worst?" Octavia asked. It was more than a little obvious from her tone that Octavia wasn’t pleased with Dash. She looked over at Flash, catching his eye and giving him a reassuring smile.
"Seriously, that's pretty weak, Dash." Vinyl chimed in. Rainbow was seriously considering the possibility she'd made a mistake.
"You know how Pinks is when she gets like that..." She said weakly.
"Well, thanks for the vote of confidence, anyway." Flash muttered. Amon rolled his eyes. He set a hand on Flash’s shoulder and gave it a squeeze. Flash looked over to Amon with a surprised expression, but as he took in his friend’s calm smile it turned to one of gratitude
"Ah think we might owe y’all an apology, Flash. Ah figured there might be more to this here story, but ah let mahself get pulled along for the ride." Applejack took her hat off and gripped it in her hands, a resigned expression on her face.
"Uh, no harm no foul, AJ. Just, give me a little credit next time, yeah?" Flash gave her a weak grin. Applejack nodded, smiling again, and turns to Rainbow who was scrutinizing Lemon.
"Ahem."
Rainbow continued looking at Lemon intently. Applejack grumbled angrily and got to her feet, hat in hand. She walked over to Rainbow and cleared her throat again.
"There's something about you... Don't I know you from somewhere?" Rainbow muttered, waving a hand in Applejack's direction. Applejack wasn't having any.
"Rainbow, you better apologize to Flash this minute, or you're gonna get it." Amon blinked at the flat tone in Applejack’s voice, then settled in with a smile. ‘This ought to be good’.
"Yeah, yeah, seriously AJ, doesn't she look fa- Augh!" Applejack took her hat by the brim and whapped Rainbow on the head with it. "What's the big- Ouch!" Applejack continued to belabor Rainbow about the head with her Stetson as she squawked in protest.
"You better pull that multi-colored head outta yer ass and apologize right now, Rainbow!" The girl covered her head with her arms, shielding herself from the assault.
"Okay, shit, quit it! I'll Apologize!" Applejack stopped, her arm still cocked to lay another blow on Rainbow.
"Ah ain't hearin' it, Rainbow." Rainbow glared at Applejack before turning to Flash.
"Okay, so I jumped the gun. I'm just really protective of Pinks. If I thought about it for more than a second I woulda realized you'd never hurt Pinkie on purpose." Rainbow turned back to Applejack. "Happy?" Applejack narrowed her eyes at Rainbow, then knocked her Stetson back into shape against her hand, setting it back on her head.
"Ah guess that's the best we're gonna get." Applejack turned around and plopped back down in the recliner, her gaze settling on Amon and Lemon. "So what's this Ah hear about you two gettin' together? Mighty fast on yer feet, aintcha, missy?"
"Ah! I knew I recognized you! You're on the Crystal Prep track team!" Applejack's comment finally jogged Rainbow's memory.
"Yup."
Rainbow looked at Lemon askance. "That's it? Just, 'yup'? No trying to hide the fact that you're a SPY!"
"Um, I go to Crystal Prep, but that doesn't mean I'm a spy, dude." Lemon said slowly. This new group of friends of Amon’s certainly had some… Characters in it.
"Don't start in on this again, Rainbow. She's not a spy." Amon wrapped an arm around Lemon protectively.
"So, there's some other reason you've been sneaking into our school and watching every practice we have?" Rainbow smirked in victory. Lemon cast a quick glance at Amon and blushed.
"Um, yeah, there actually is." Rainbow glanced at Amon, having caught the look.
"Oh, really? Well, spill it." Amon looked at Lemon and she sighed, nodding. She turned back to Rainbow with a weak grin.
"I MAY have been, just a little, kinda maybe stalking Amon for a bit. Just, like, A couple months?" She chuckled nervously and Rainbow stared at her, a confused looke on her face..
"Uh, what? Why?" Vinyl decided to put in her two cents.
"She wanted the D! And boy did she get it." 'The D?' Rainbow pondered this for a few seconds.
"I don't get it."
"Seriously? Okay, what starts with D that isn't your last name and only boys have?" Flash deadpanned. Rainbow just looked at him, completely lost. Amon was starting to wonder if she was just kidding around.
"Um, how about this. She won the bet? Concerning Amon?" Octavia put in gently. Rainbow looked at Octavia in puzzlement, and Vinyl decided to go with the old standby, making a hole with the fingers of one hand and poking her other pointer finger through it repeatedly.
"Oh, this is a sex thing." Rainbow said, looking at Amon and Lemon. She slowly scooted away from Lemon down the couch. "So, you want to bang Amon. Well, get in the pool."
"I just said she won the bet, Rainbow, there is no pool. They were intimate. She handed him her V card. Are you seriously this much of a neanderthal?" Octavia threw her hands up in the air. Applejack, meanwhile, was giving Lemon a thumbs up and a wink.
"Whatever. I don't get into that stuff. Can't keep your focus if you're thinking about a guy all the time." Amon wasn't sure, but he thought Rainbow might have cast a furtive glance Applejack's way while saying this. 'Huh. Does Dash play for the other team? Guess it wouldn't surprise me.' Amon thought.
"Well, whatever, Lemon is Amon's personal spy, none of my business. Can you all stop ganging up on me now?" Rainbow said plaintively
"Well, if you stop chomping at the bit, we won't have to haul on the reins." For some reason, whenever Applejack was around, Amon found himself spouting out these weird sayings.
"We still need to figure out what to do about Pinks, dammit!" Rainbow crossed her arms and glared around the room.
"Yeah, I'm gonna bite the bullet on that one." Flash said, holding up a hand. "I'll figure out what's getting to her when she comes back here with the food." Amon thought to himself for a moment.
"I guess it's partially my fault. She was saying we were overstimulating her."
"How's that?" Applejack asked. Amon fidgeted and glanced at Lemon, who blushed.
"Well, me and Lemon, she's been waiting for me, and I haven't exactly been in the game for a while..." Vinyl grinned, turning to Applejack.
"They've been fucking like rabbits. They got Rares so hot to trot she drove home to flick it." Applejack’s face blew up in a torrent of heat, her freckles almost lost in the deep scarlet that overtook it.
"What is it today with the rabbits..." Amon murmured, brow furrowed
"Well, you and Octy didn't help, you made enough noise to start the zombie apocalypse in my room, earlier." Flash noted. Octavia had the grace to blush, while Vinyl just stuck her tongue out at him.
"I'm surprised you could hear them over the sound of you fapping." Lemon noted, slapping a curled hand into her thigh repeatedly. Applejack looked over at Rainbow, who was gaping in disbelief at everyone.
"Did everyone git put under some kinda fuck spell? Ah don't remember all y’all bein' so horn doggy." Amon looked over at Applejack and grinned.
"I've honestly wondered if Lemon is some kind of sex demon in disguise at times. Not that I'm complaining." Lemon glared at Amon.
"Me? Who's the one that had to carry me to the shower afterward?"
Rainbow leaned over to Applejack, whispering. "Is the male one the succubus or the incubus?"
"How do you even know those words, sug'?" Applejack shook her head, standing up. "Okay, settle down there! What's this got to do with Pinkie Pie!?" Amon tilted his head quizzically.
"Well, she watches." Vinyl nodded.
"All the time, dude."
"I believe it's the only thing she enjoys as much as making new friends." Octavia noted offhandedly.
"Pinkie Pie, she watches over you while you sleep. With other people." Flash declaimed melodramatically. Vinyl picked it up.
"Pinkie Pie, a silent guardian. because if she said anything you'd stop." Lemon grinned and kept it going..
"She's the friend we deserve, but not the one we need right now. Because we're busy doing it."
"Where are the jugs! Where'd he poke her!?" Amon said in a passable imitation of Pinkie’s singsong cadence. Octavia cleared her throat.
"Ahem, would you like to see a magic trick? I'm going to make this penis, disappear! No, that doesn't work, that was the Joker. Fudge." Applejack sat down heavily, her face in her hands.
"Everyone Ah know is a pervert." She muttered dejectedly.
"Hey, not me!" Rainbow protested loudly, looking a little nervous. "And, uh, what about Fluttershy!"
"Yeah, what about Fluttershy? I'm supposed to leave Amon for her at some point, here." Lemon said, grinning at Amon who could only groan.
"No, just no. Paws off Flutters. She is an angel." Rainbow said intensely, staring at Lemon with wide eyes..
"I thought Angel was her pet rabbit?" Flash remarked.
"Again with the rabbits!"
"Easy, Rainbow, it was a joke. I'm sticking to Amon like glue." Rainbow nodded slowly but firmly, backing out of Lemon's face.
"Damn right."
"Damn right."
"Ha, jinx. You owe me a coke." Rainbow snorted in laughter, her earlier seriousness gone.
Suddenly, everyone jerked at the sound of the front door slamming open. From the hall they could hear a strained voice yelling.
"Is everybody ready? Cause it's almost time to PARTY!" Loud thuds were heard going off in the direction of the kitchen.
"I wonder who that could be." Flash muttered, getting up and heading toward the kitchen. He waves everyone off as they started to get up as well. "Gimme a couple minutes to talk to her, I'll see what I can do." Rainbow seemed conflicted, but a look from Applejack got her to sit back down.
"Hey, Flutters." They heard from the hallway as a tall girl walked into the living room.
Lemon stared.
She looked back and forth between the girl and Amon, whining like a confused puppy.
* * *
Flash passed Fluttershy in the hallway, greeting her and receiving her quiet greeting in return. "Are the others in the living room?" Flash nodded. "I'll just be in there, then. Please talk to her, Flash. She's not doing well."
"You got it Flutters." Flash made his way past her and into the kitchen. As he suspected, it was something of a disaster. Platters and boxes were taking up every inch of counter space, and Pinkie was running back and forth between the oven and microwave.
"Oh, why didn't I preheat the oven before I left?! Stupid Pinkie! Now everything's going to be cold. We can't make a perfect party with cold hors d'oeuvres!" Pinkie practically yelled to herself, grabbing a lock of her lank straight hair and twisting the tips manically.
"Pinkie..." Flash started, and Pinkie froze. She slowly turned around to face him, a smile plastered onto her flour and batter covered face.
"Oh! Flash! Hi! I, I can't find the pilot on your oven. Can you turn it on for me?" She grinned widely, but Flash noted the telltale twitch in her eye. He walked past her, turning the dial.
"It's electric, Pinkie." He said softly.
"Oh! Ha! Stupid me, it's electric, of course! No pilots on an electric oven!" Flash watched as Pinkie's smile faltered slightly, staring at the oven as the coils brightened.
"Pinkie, can you take a break? We need to talk." Pinkie twitched, then turned to face him.
"We're talking right now, silly! No breaks on this train, though! The party's about to start! We can't have the perfect party if the food isn't ready!" Pinkie’s chest heaved with heavy breaths as she pointedly refused to look at Flash. He was worried she was about to start hyperventilating.
"Pinkie, I don't care about the party. You're upset. Let's talk." Pinkie got a frantic look on her face, glancing back and forth between the food on the counters and Flash.
"But, the party has to be perfect. How are you going to forgive me if the party isn't perfect?" Pinkie grabbed an oven mitt off the counter and started wringing it.
"Pinkie, this party isn't even for me. I don't care about the party, I want to make sure you're okay." Flash walked closer to her.
"I'm, I'm fine Flash! Normal old Pinkie here! Not bad Pinkie that makes her friends do stuff they don't want to!" She continued wringing the oven mitt, backing up slightly as Flash approached her.
"You're not fine, Pinkie. You're freaking out. Look, you think I'm mad at you about what happened earlier..." Pinkie cringed, hugging the oven mitt to her chest.
"Of course you're mad at me! I practically held you down and raped you! How could you not be mad?!" Flash took a final step up to Pinkie and enfolded her in a hug. She froze in his arms before weakly trying to break out of them.
"Pinkie, shush. You thought it was a dream. It's not your fault. It's no one's fault and I'm not mad. Just, calm down." Pinkie struggled for a few more seconds but eventually stopped, her head leaning against Flashes chest. Hesitantly, her arms lifted up and hugged Flash back. "That's better. Just let it out." Flash muttered as he felt Pinkie start sobbing into his chest. He patted her on the back, rocking her slightly as she gripped him tightly.
After a minute or two she wound down, taking a deep breath and leaning her head back to look Flash in the eyes.
"You're really n-not mad?" Pinkie whispered, and Flash smiled down at her teary face.
"No, Pinkie, I'm not mad. I was a little surprised, that's for sure." He chuckled, and Pinkie weakly joined in.
"So, you're not mad I have d-dreams, you know, like that? About you?" Flash thought about this for a second.
"Well, I'm actually kind of flattered. I didn't think you thought about me like that." Pinkie smiled up at him.
"Well, of course I do. I have dreams like that about most of my friends." Flash blinked. 'Oh, huh, figures.' Flash thought.
"Really?" Pinkie nodded. "Yup. You, and Amon, and Rarity. Octy and Vinyl, of course. And you better believe I'm gonna be having some about Lemon. Woof." Flash sighed internally.
"Well, that's good in a way. I thought you might be, you know, dreaming about me like that, err, exclusively?" Pinkie frowned, tapping her chin.
"But, I'm not your type at all. We totally wouldn't work together." Flash nodded, but internally he was cringing at Pinkie's surgical removal of the small spot he kept his hope gland in.
"Yeah, I know that. I'm glad you know that, too. We work out plenty fine as friends." Pinkie nodded happily, smiling, and Flash could start to see some life coming back into her hair, the long pink locks starting to curl.
"Yup! Look, Flash, I know it seems like life is giving you Lemons lately. Heh, see what I did there? Anyway, I just want to tell you, there are good things coming your way, okay?" Flash looked at her, puzzled.
"What do you mean, Pinkie?" She smiled at him, popping up and planting a kiss on his cheek.
"That's a secret." Pinkie said, giving him a wink. "Come on, help me get all this food ready. We can still have a great party tonight!”
