Sunset Shimmer is about to learn what happens when you're injudicious with what's between your legs.
The last time she came back from Equestria, Sunset Shimmer wound up with a big problem, right between her legs. Fluttershy has been helping a little, but Sunset needs more.
When word gets out about Sunset's secret package, she discovers her friends all need more, too.
Now Sunset has two problems.
Takes place after Forgotten Friendship; Epilogue takes place after Spring Breakdown. Reading the previous story is not necessary to understand this one. All you need to know is Sunset has a WIENER, and she and Fluttershy are doin' it.
Sunset panted, sweat dripping down her forehead. "Fluttershy, I'm gonna c--"
Fluttershy pulled her lips off the end of Sunset's cock and closed her eyes. She wanted it on her face. With the pressure surging through her balls, Sunset had no choice but to oblige. A thick, ropey stream of hot horse jizz sprayed from her engorged member, coating the other girl's yellow skin. Fluttershy made a sound halfway between a moan and a squeal, rubbing her fingers against her panties as Sunset collapsed backwards onto her bed, totally spent. Panting, Fluttershy emitted a series of high-pitched moans, then shuffled backwards off the platform that held the bed.
"I-I'm gonna go... ohh, finish up," she said, voice breathy. Sunset didn't even bother responding as Fluttershy made for the bathroom, dripping sticky white blobs on the carpet.
That was just how their evenings went and had been going for quite some time. Fluttershy told her parents they were "studying". She came over to Sunset's place. She disrobed only enough to keep her clothing from getting soiled. She'd go down on Sunset until Sunset came two or three times, then head to the shower to masturbate and wash off whatever gunk had gotten on her.
They had been doing this long enough for Sunset to learn that Fluttershy was kind of a freak.
For starters, there was the whole "liking Sunset's horse cock" thing. She had never actually put a lot of effort into finding out the specifics until they'd begun this liaison, but from what she'd discovered via cursory online searching, it wasn't exactly normal for humans to lust after the reproductive parts of other creatures. It probably had something to do with living in a world with only one sapient race.
Then there was the whole cum-on-the-face thing. Sunset just could not figure that one out, no matter how much disgusting internet research she did. It was just a thing for some people, she supposed. If it meant she got the sexual relief she needed so badly, filling the ache between her legs that hounded her day in and day out, she wasn't going to complain.
She could complain about the loneliness, though. At least to herself.
Spread shagged-out on her bed with her penis erect above her was as good a time as any to be honest with herself. And if she were being honest with herself, Sunset kind of wished Fluttershy didn't feel the need to finish herself off in private. Sunset had offered tit for tat, of course, but for all that her friend was very forward about certain things -- her taste in male parts, say, or where she preferred reproductive fluid to land on her body -- she was extremely reserved about others. Important things. Feelings things. Where they were going with this whole setup.
The absolute truth was, Sunset felt like she was using Fluttershy.
Of course, thinking about it rationally, Fluttershy was using her, too. Wasn't she? Sunset offered her a sexual escape she couldn't get otherwise, a nice, big equine phallus that would normally be too taboo to pursue.
She chuckled at her rhyme.
It was just a teenager thing: hormones -- something she'd never get used to dealing with again -- the right set of circumstances, and a mutually beneficial arrangement. Sunset got oral from Fluttershy because her dick didn't fit inside. Because it couldn't. They'd tried. And they were both rightly concerned about pregnancy, for all that horse semen might very well have zero effect on Fluttershy's physiology. Not worth finding out the hard way.
It was just hormones. It didn't mean anything.
So if Sunset was feeling just a little bit upset about having a beautiful friend suck her off five nights a week, it was probably just the jealousy at imagining Fluttershy fingering herself.
Sunset sighed and watched her heartbeat pulse in her dick as it began inching down from full mast. It was long, thick and ribbed, with an ever-so-sensitive collar around the blunt tip, and a much darker shade of orange than the rest of her skin. Beyond her vision lay a pendulous scrotum and its round cargo, filled with a never-ending supply of the white stuff Fluttershy liked so much.
Sunset hated the thing.
She hated that it was more than half the length of her thigh when limp, thus nearly impossible to hide. She hated how she couldn't wear skirts anymore, for fear a stray thought might give away her secret. She hated how it loomed over her even now, a towering monolith receding to flaccidity that had overtaken every facet of her life since she climbed out of the mirror portal after investigating the Memory Stone. She really hated the way sweat pooled in that divot her balls made at the base of her shaft. That was gross.
She hated that it was the only thing that had brought her and Fluttershy closer together. She hated herself for hating that.
Most of all, she hated how much she missed her own privates. She'd always had issues with treating this body as truly being her own, but she'd touched herself enough times to believe those parts, at least, were real. Knowing Fluttershy was pleasuring herself with just the sort of genitals Sunset lacked only honed her jealousy and gave Sunset another reason to hate herself.
She must have fallen asleep at some point, because the next thing she knew, the shower was no longer running, and Fluttershy was calling her name from below. She wiped her eyes and rolled over, dick flopping sideways onto her sheets.
"Sunset, are you okay?" Fluttershy said, hand flying to her mouth. "Oh my gosh, were you crying?"
"Crying? No." Sunset swallowed. "Why would I be crying? I must've just dozed off." She gave a hearty chuckle. "You wore me out like always."
Fluttershy blushed and tittered. "Well, I just wanted to say I had a good time, like always. I'm going home now, though. It's late."
"Okay, Flutters. See you tomorrow?"
Fluttershy hesitated. "Actually, um, my parents are taking my brother and I to see our grandparents. They live a state away, so I'll be gone for a few days."
"Oh," said Sunset, rubbing her arms.
"Sorry for not telling you sooner." Fluttershy's head sank. "But, um, I'll make sure to text you, okay?"
"Yeah, okay." Sunset forced herself to smile. "Don't worry about me. Have fun with your family!"
With a shy wave, Fluttershy showed herself out. Sighing, Sunset got up to lock the door. She distracted herself from how hollow the apartment felt without someone else in it by pondering how she would clean herself up, to say nothing of her sheets and the floor.
With school looming closer every day, Sunset couldn't very well avoid her obligations by not going, nor could she risk the potential fallout of suffering an unwelcome erection in the middle of class. Whether she wore skirts or slacks, she ran the constant risk of exposing herself to the unsuspecting. It had been Fluttershy who brought the issue up to her, and it was on Fluttershy's suggestion that Sunset had gone to Rarity's.
Rarity, after all, was a true friend, able to keep a secret. Furthermore, though Sunset cringed inwardly at knowing she would have to show off her, egh, goods so Rarity could take measurements, she had full faith in Rarity's professional spirit. Everything would be above-board, so to speak. If nothing else, Rarity prided herself on being a lady, and ladies... probably didn't ogle their friends' mysterious horsecocks.
That was one of those things they wrote in etiquette manuals or something, right?
Sunset arrived at Rarity's to find she had caught her friend in the middle of some sewing. From the look of the garment, it was part of yet another line of seasonal wear for the seven of them. Sunset smiled; she'd never get used to Rarity's generosity.
"So what brings you by, darling?" Rarity asked, bent over her sewing machine. "Fluttershy texted me something about you needing new accoutrements, but she was rather tight-lipped about what, precisely, you might be in the market for."
Cheeks burning, Sunset closed her legs and fidgeted in her chair. "Well, it's... a long story." She swallowed. "And, even though I know I can trust you, I just want to make sure that what I have to say remains a secret between the three of us."
The hum and clack of the sewing machine ceased. Rarity sat up, pushing her glasses onto her forehead. "My goodness, a secret? Well, you can have faith in my professionalism, darling, but I must admit, my interest is piqued."
Rarity using those exact words took some of the edge off Sunset's anxiety. But only a little.
"This is..." Sunset sucked in a breath through her teeth. "Really, really personal. I just want your assurance that nothing I say to you will leave this room."
"Done and done." Rarity stood up and placed her hand over her chest. "You have my word, whatever happens in this room, my lips are sealed."
Sunset clenched her eyes and fists. She drew in a long breath and let it out just as long.
"All right. I need some new underthings." She held up a finger. "I know what you're going to say, it's not anything you haven't made before, but..." Cracking her eyes open, she ran her tongue across her dry lips. "Look, there's just no way to prepare you for why. You'd better sit down."
Rarity did so. Sunset stood, drew down the boxer shorts she had been wearing under her skirt -- for they were the only thing that allowed her to wear one in the first place -- and lifted its hem.
Rarity turned bright red and screamed, until she bit down on her fist. Sunset dropped her skirt.
"Oh my god," Rarity hissed. "Sunset, is that... Is that real?"
"As real as I am," Sunset muttered, nodding.
"I... Yah... You could have warned me!"
Sunset averted her eyes. "Sorry. I just need some way to make sure it won't be an issue once school starts. I hope you can help. Take a moment if you need it."
"I most certainly do!" Fanning herself, Rarity panted and leaned back in her chair, undoing the top button of her blouse. "All right, Rarity, professionalism. Sunset is your friend, and your friend is in need!"
She shook herself, straightened and summoned a crystal disc that lifted a measuring tape and notepad off one of her work tables and brought them over to her. "I'll need to take some measurements," she said, her breathing evening out. She took the tape and pad and clutched them for a long, sullen moment.
"Does it... work? As one might expect such a... such an implement to?"
"I see." Rarity donned her glasses and stood. "I hope this won't be awkward or change things between us, Sunset, but I fear I must get rather, ah... hands-on, as it were."
Sunset frowned. "I expected as much." She sat back down and lifted her skirt again, showing off the glossy member to her friend.
For a long moment, they both stared at it, Sunset in consternation and Rarity in obvious conflict. At last, shaking her head and squaring her shoulders, Rarity knelt down in front of Sunset and took a good, long look.
"Panties with a hole in the middle," she murmured to herself. "And a little pouch beneath that. Well, or a big pouch."
Rarity swallowed, but Sunset found herself relaxing. This was going to be okay, she just knew it.
A pen came from her hair, and Rarity scribbled a few things on her notepad, then tapped the pen against her lips. "What about... Say, a fusion of a wedding garter and a Prince Albert?"
She looked up Sunset, who shrugged. "Not sure what that is."
"An elastic sling, darling, to bind it to your leg." She tapped on Sunset's inner thigh. "That way, should you, er, become excited at an inopportune moment, shall we say, it would remain discreet and out of the way."
"That sounds perfect!" Sunset smiled for the first time that day. "Rarity, you're a lifesaver!"
"And some longer dresses will be in order, of course. Something this short--" she plucked at the fabric of Sunset's skirt-- "is just asking for trouble. No slacks. Baggy pants would be effective at hiding it, but the baggy look absolutely does not suit you. All right, Sunset, just relax, it's time to measure..."
And then Rarity's hand was holding up Sunset's cock, and Sunset was very, very aware of just how warm that hand was. The measuring tape came out, adding a brief touch of cold along the shaft's length. Sunset bit her lip. The sensation was electrifying, just the perfect combination of extremes that left her nerves on edge, ready to rocket into--
"Oh! Oh my goodness, it's moving!"
Sunset bit her lip harder.
"Sunset, dear, is there any chance you have control over this?"
Sunset whimpered and shook her head.
Rarity put a second hand on her shaft.
"W-well, I suppose it's, ah... Necessary to see this at... Oh, my word, my word!" Now Rarity was biting her lip, her eyes fixated on the head as it crept toward her. She put her finger against the tip, and Sunset shuddered.
Rarity's voice dropped to a husky whisper. "I'll have to... leave the end open, for... Uh, for restroom... purposes? Yes. And that way, it can expand... Good heavens, there's no end to it..."
"Nnf, Rarity..." Sunset squeezed her eyes shut, toes curling toward each other.
Rarity's warm hands cradled Sunset's dick, right where it bent slightly upward. Hot and heavy breaths against the tip left the lightest film of condensation across the slit opening of her flare.
"I just want to be sure," Rarity muttered to herself, as though half-asleep. She leaned her head forward, eyes lidding, and opened her mouth. Her tongue slid out, just brushing the underside of that little ring of flesh Sunset didn't know the name of.
Sunset wanted this. She wanted Rarity to stuff the entire thing down her throat and suck it till she gagged. There was no doubt in Sunset's mind that Rarity's mouth was a heavenly hole, a cavern of ecstasy just waiting to engulf her until she sprayed the inside with her juices. Her hands spasmed, her legs twitched; the chair beneath her creaked as she fidgeted.
It took all of Sunset's willpower to break the spell -- that sweet, no-magic-necessary spell -- Rarity had trapped her with.
"Rarity, stop!"
Her right hand shot forward, colliding with Rarity's forehead. She hadn't meant to hit her, just to stop her forward motion, but there was a loud smack as she made contact. For a moment, they stayed like that, Sunset's hand pressed against Rarity's head, Rarity's mouth open and yearning for the foot-long cock held gently in her soft, warm hands.
Rarity sat back with a gasp. Sunset yanked her skirt down, tucking her erection behind her knees.
"I'm sorry!" Rarity croaked. "I didn't mean to do that!" She felt around on her forehead, her fingers sliding down over her glasses, then back up. There was a small pink mark on her skin, just under where her fingertips settled.
"This was a mistake," Sunset muttered, trying her best to hitch up her boxers while keeping her penis hidden. "Just forget it."
"No, Sunset..." Rarity reached up toward her, though she didn't get up from where she knelt in the middle of her sewing room. "I-I'll do the... the designs for you."
"Okay," said Sunset curtly. She had to thread her erection through the leg of her boxer shorts, and even then, she was pretty sure the tip was visible below her skirt, if anyone cared to look. Which Rarity was.
"I don't know what got into me," she said, her voice tiny.
"Okay," said Sunset again. She wrapped her arms around herself, looking down at Rarity, emotions coursing through her veins. She could see the full curve of Rarity's round, perfect, white breasts, revealed where she'd undone her blouse's top button. Sunset's cock throbbed.
Eyes snapping up, Sunset looked at nothing in particular. She made for the door and left.
There was nothing unusual about Sunset being invited over to Twilight's basement laboratory in the middle of the day to perform unspecified experiments.
Since the human world's Twilight Sparkle had joined their little group, she and Sunset had bonded over a mutual love of science. Sunset's interest stemmed from her foalhood study of magic, due to the intrinsic similarities in magical and scientific method. Twilight's, Sunset suspected, was due to a certain inherent Twilightness that was the exclusive domain in all the multiverse of one human girl and one magical pony princess.
It was a working hypothesis.
What was unusual was reaching the door and finding no sign of Twilight beyond a post-it note.
Meet me downstairs, it urged, amidst a veritable sea of tiny pen scribbles. Some of them looked like hearts that had been crossed out. Also, Sunset couldn't help noticing it smelled like...
"Perfume?" She wrinkled her nose. Twilight was not a perfume kind of girl.
Sunset stepped through the door and grabbed a spare lab coat hanging on the wall. Her stomach twisted as she approached the lab.
Opening the door to the sterile walls and mellow lighting, she was surprised to see nothing out of the ordinary. Twilight bent over a clipboard, back to the door. Bits of previous experiments they had worked on together still bubbled, churned or just sat and waited for long-term testing to begin. The sights and smells of scientific progress at work were familiar, comforting, and just what she'd been needing.
A lightness spread through Sunset's body. Yesterday's incident with Rarity had set her needlessly on edge. Twilight was just messing with her. She could look forward to a glorious afternoon of measuring, testing and charting, like they always had.
"Hey, Twilight," she said, waving.
Twilight started, bumping against the desk in front of her and standing bolt upright.
"Sunset!" she said, laughing off the edge in her voice. "I didn't hear you come! Er, c-come in! I didn't hear you come in." She gave Sunset a strained smile, her voice hitching. "To the room."
"Yeah..." Sunset leaned against the nearest table, fixing her friend with a bemused smile. "So, what's on the docket for today?"
The excited light Sunset associated with the anticipation of scientific discovery engulfed Twilight's eyes, and Sunset found herself relaxing.
"Biology!" exclaimed Twilight with a wide grin. "I've got some notes prepared already that should bring you up to speed with what I have in mind." She handed Sunset the clipboard. "Have a look!"
"Thanks." Sunset took the notes and leafed through. But she didn't even have a moment to let the words start sinking in when a long exhalation caught her attention.
Glancing up, she saw Twilight's lips moving. Then Twilight swallowed and undid the top two buttons of her lab coat. She was obviously not wearing a t-shirt underneath like she normally did.
"Twilight?" Sunset tried desperately to not think about what might be going on. "Are you hot or something?"
"No!" said Twilight, startling again. "I-I mean, yes. Yes, I am very hot." She cleared her throat. "Why don't you sit down, Sunset? I hear you've been working really hard lately." There was something inescapably odd and exceedingly terrifying about the way Twilight said 'hard'.
"I'm good," said Sunset, feigning nonchalance.
Then Twilight leaned across the table, and Sunset's heart dropped into her stomach.
From this angle, Sunset had an excellent view of Twilight's cleavage. Soft, round lavender flesh dove down into the lab coat's decolletage, with hints of black lace along the edges. Twilight was breathing hard, her small breasts parting to reveal a bony sternum before reuniting to hide it again. That perfume Sunset had noticed on the note now overwhelmed her senses.
She did, in fact, sit down.
"Twilight, what..." she croaked, then cleared her throat. "A-are you wearing anything under that lab coat?"
Grinning, Twilight leaned back and declared, "I'm wearing lingerie!"
She threw open her lab coat, buttons popping off and scattering around the room, at least one landing in a beaker of something.
Beneath the coat, Twilight wore a black lace teddy that cupped her chest and hugged her body. Sheer, see-through panels on the sides darkened her skin. The same was true with the stockings leading up from her glittery ruby red high-heels to the frilly garters around her thighs. And then there was the sheer, black silk underwear that scooched up right between those thighs, leaving absolutely nothing to the--
Repressing a gag, Sunset realized three things in that moment.
First, she did not think about Twilight in that way.
Second, Twilight absolutely did think about Sunset in that way.
Third, Twilight didn't know shit about people.
"Twilight?" Sunset began, raising her hand to shield most of Twilight's body from her view. "Are you trying to seduce me?"
Twilight's cheeks burned a hot red. She let the wings of her lab coat drop and hid her hands behind her back. "W-will it work if I say no?"
Closing her eyes, Sunset took in a deep breath. She tried not to think about how long Twilight, the closest Sunset had ever had to a sister, might have been harboring a crush.
"Twilight," she said, words measured, "this is extremely flattering. That... actually looks really good on you, if I'm being honest. And I'm sure someday, you'll find a girl who wants to be more than a friend to you. But... and please understand, I don't want to hurt you because you're my dear friend... I'm not interested in... in being seduced right now. By you. Or anyone."
She cracked an eye open and got a sudden jolt of fear as Twilight was nowhere to be seen. The panic didn't last long, however, as two thin hands clutched at the knees of her jeans.
"Please!"
Sunset reeled. Twilight was literally on her knees, right there between Sunset's legs, staring up at her with desperate, pleading eyes.
"Please, Sunset!" Twilight yammered, twisting the jeans fabric in her fingers. A torrent of babble streamed from her mouth.
The mouth, Sunset couldn't help but note, that had been decorated with a very tasteful shade of lipstick. It complemented the eyeshadow and rouge that Sunset had not noticed until this very moment. Whoever had done Twilight's makeup was a cosmetological genius, as a matter of fact.
"I heard you had a penis!"
And now there was a beautiful, smart, very friendly girl between Sunset's legs, staring up at her with a deep, palpable need, talking about her penis.
Sunset stiffened, in every sense of the word.
"A-and I've never even seen a penis," Twilight blurted onward, like a steam train headed for a rock slide. "At least not up close, not for real, not even my brother's, n-not that I'd ever want to, I promise, and I swear, I really wanted to do some research on why you have it at all, but I just wanted to see it, I won't even touch it, I really won't, just please, this is my best and only chance to see one!"
The last words came out in a whine, but it was the tears in Twilight's eyes that snapped Sunset out of her half-aroused stupor. She toppled the chair over, landing on her feet and sending Twilight backward onto her silk-covered butt. They both stayed like that, panting and staring at each other, for a solid minute.
There were so many questions flickering through Sunset's head, she couldn't grasp one long enough to decide if she should ask it. She wasn't sure if she was frustrated, or scared, or turned on, or really, really angry. She couldn't even be sure who she was mad at. It almost certainly wasn't Twilight. Someone had to have put her up to this. That was the only explanation that made sense. And she wasn't sure she wanted to expend the effort to figure out who it was.
Sunset took her lab coat off and hung it on the wall. Only there was no hanger there, and it dropped to the floor.
"I'm sorry, Twilight," she said. And then, making a terrible decision, she added, "I hope you kept the receipt for that lingerie."
She walked out, leaving Twilight sobbing on the laboratory floor.
The next day, Sunset got a text from Rainbow Dash, asking her to play volleyball at the park beach.
just you & me the text had said.
Sunset was skeptical. "Skittish" might have been the more appropriate term. After two days of bizarre sexual encounters with her friends, she was not looking forward to initiating a third.
But a hedged text of Why just me? got a reply of we never do fun 1-on-1 stuff and Sunset felt like maybe she should give Dash the benefit of the doubt. That was an excellent point, after all, and it wasn't like Sunset didn't enjoy casual sports now and then.
Okay, why not?
itll be awesome! c u in 1hour?
Sure.
And that had been it. Sunset packed a small bag, drove her motorcycle down to the park, and found Dash warming up on the lakeside beach by the volleyball net. They said their hellos, Sunset changed out her boots for sandals, and she started warming up as well.
"No swimsuit?" was the first thing Dash said once they were ready to start.
Sunset hesitated. Something electric ran through her veins, screaming at her that this was a mistake and it'll just be like the others.
She tried to play it casual. "I didn't feel like dressing down for something friendly, y'know?"
Nor was she willing to risk showing off her accessory on the beach. No swimsuit would hold her monster member.
Dash shrugged. "Eh. It's your sandy funeral, then."
Sunset hoped Rainbow didn't notice her sigh of relief.
When Dash didn't make any further deal of it, her relief swelled. They squared off against each other on opposite sides of the net, Dash smirked and said something about getting ready to eat beach, and then they were playing.
Sunset quickly lost herself in the joys of physical exertion. There was something simple in the pure movement, the strategy, just cutting loose and having fun. She hadn't done that in a while.
Rainbow Dash's swimsuit remark must have been completely innocent, she decided before long. Dash herself was wearing a two-piece that showed off her toned abs -- How Sunset had always been jealous of that girl's washboard! -- but it was practical. White with a diagonal yellow stripe, it was meant to facilitate movement rather than attract the eye. It was the kind of thing a professional athlete would wear in the Olympics.
Rainbow Dash's vanity began and ended with "check out my awesome muscles". She had never shown a need to be perceived as 'sexy', and though sometimes she dropped comments about other girls in school, she wasn't a perv or a horndog.
Sunset lost another point to Rainbow. This was the most relaxing thing she'd done since Fluttershy had gone on her trip.
She lost another point as she thought about Fluttershy. She hadn't seen her friend for three days now. It'd been a while since she could say that. What they were doing wasn't something she needed, not in terms of emotional support or anything. But she had to admit, she had kind of gotten used to it.
Which only drove home how much of a not-important thing it was, really. Their little arrangement had turned into routine, and that was fine. Fluttershy didn't complain, Sunset didn't complain, they were both getting what they needed.
Granted, Fluttershy never complained about anything. Could she have secretly been feeling unfulfilled as of late? Was that why she needed a little time apart, to break the routine? Not that she ever seemed unfulfilled after--
No thinking about that stuff when you're moving around in a skirt, Sunny.
She spiked hard and scored on Dash. She had no idea what the score actually was. That was just fine.
Missing Fluttershy aside, all of Sunset's troubles had become like so much water running off her back. Her life was this moment, running through the sand, kicking off her sandals when they got in her way, laughing, setting, spiking, running some more. The sound of flesh smacking against the ball gave the soft lakeside breeze an uptempo beat.
She was feeling so relaxed and emotionally invigorated that she didn't notice until late in the game that Dash was angling for wilder and crazier shots. She even gave up a few points by spiking the ball into distant corners of Sunset's side of the court. Even after Sunset noticed, she didn't think too much of it, until she went sprawling after the wrong hit and ended up eating beach as predicted.
As she groaned and lifted herself to hands and knees, there was a woosh of air, a flash of light, and a click behind her.
"Aww, yeah, jackpot!" crowed Dash.
Time slowed. The beach contours stood out in stark relief before Sunset. Every grain of sand dug into her kneecaps and the heels of her palms like tiny glass shards. She could see each individual blade of grass waving in concert with its fellows in the wind that had blown from behind her. The lake sent small waves toward the shore, lap, lap, lap.
And Sunset was very aware that her dick had popped loose from her underwear and was now pointing straight at Rainbow Dash.
Rainbow Dash, who was cheering about something and definitely waving a camera around.
Sun-hot flames burst their way up from Sunset's heart into her face.
Clamping her thighs together, she bolted upright, brushed the sand from her hands, and shoved herself back where she needed to be. White fury clouded her vision, blocking out everything around her but that single rainbow-haired head.
"RAINBOW DASH!"
Before she knew it, she was in Dash's shocked and extremely confused face.
"Did you invite me out here to play beach volleyball just so you could up-skirt me?"
Something like a goofy smile took hold of Dash's mouth. She raised her smartphone, camera eye pointed at Sunset, eyebrows lifting like she was about to say something really, really stupid.
She didn't get a chance to.
Sunset Shimmer was accustomed to fighting. Granted, most of her actual training had been in another world and involved considerably more combat spellcasting, but she was nothing if not adaptable. After coming to this world, she had quickly learned how to ball up her thin, flexible fingers and deliver punches to anyone who deserved them.
Punching had kept her alive on the streets, after she'd first arrived.
Punching had kept her safe and sane in the homeless shelters as she struggled to figure out how this strange world worked.
Punching had earned her money to buy food, clothing, and finally a place to stay.
Punching had earned her the top spot of the high school hierarchy.
She had learned how to throw subtle punches, so that her victims showed no bruise to report to authorities. She had learned how to ambush a victim, teaching them to fear the name Sunset Shimmer both on and off school grounds.
Sunset Shimmer had thrown dozens of punches in her life. Hundreds. Maybe even thousands. And she'd taken her fair share, thrown right back in her face by those who just couldn't learn that they should not mess with her.
Not a single one of those punches hurt anywhere near as much as the one she landed on Rainbow Dash's left cheek.
Dash collapsed like a pile of sticks stood on end in a stiff breeze. She lay unmoving on the sand, and Sunset didn't care, because all she could do was scream at her. Sunset tore at her hair, scrubbed sand across her face with the crook of her elbow, and screamed some more.
The only coherent thing she ended up saying was, "How dare you!"
Dash stirred. In a groggy voice, she said, "That was a punch."
Sunset had had enough. She turned and stormed back to her things, snatched them up, then stormed out into the parking lot to find her bike.
"I wasn't gonna show anyone!" Dash called after her.
Sunset stopped. Eyes overflowing with tears she didn't feel like shedding, she turned back to the beach.
"Rainbow Dash, you are literally the worst!" She didn't care if Dash heard it.
Sunset erased the text and started over. She didn't really care if anyone heard her crying.
Did you tell anyimr
Her hands were shaking. Her body was shaking. Stupid shaking ruined the text.
I need y
Tears fell onto the surface of her phone. Some anachronistic part of her warned they would smear the ink. As good a reason as any to erase that text, too.
Stupid Rainbow Dash! Why did she have to secretly be a humongous pervert? Why couldn't she have just... asked? Not that Sunset wanted anyone asking to look at her dick. How the heck was she supposed to respond to that kind of thing? This was all her fault.
Stupid Twilight. Sunset didn't want her friends having crushes on her. What was she supposed to do, just marry Twilight because Sunset was the first girl she'd worked up the nerve to ask out? If you could even call what she did "asking out". Because it wasn't. Sunset had been in relationships before; you didn't act like that if you wanted to ask someone out! This was all her fault.
Stupid Rarity. In the middle of trying to do something nice, she just had to go and make Sunset feel like something to be fawned over, lusted after, desired, just like a piece of jewelry. This was all her fault. What kind of person just completely lost control of herself when she saw a... a...
A penis.
Stupid penis! It wasn't the first time she'd thought about lopping it off, for all the good that would do her. She'd already tried going back to Equestria through Princess Twilight's portal to undo the magical mistake, to no avail. Twilight had even chastised her for 'wearing out' the portal device. She glared down at her skirt, willing the damned thing to move, just an inch. It didn't. This was all its fault.
Her fingers slapped at the on-screen keyboard of her phone, inputting random letters and numbers. She had no idea what was happening anymore.
Stupid Sunset.
Fluttershy wasn't going to drop her vacation just to come listen to her sob. Besides, she probably couldn't, she was halfway across the... the state? Sunset still wasn't super good at human geography. All she knew was the spaces were infinitely more vast than they appeared on the maps. Fluttershy might as well be on the moon.
And since when was it Fluttershy's job to deal with Sunset's problems? It wasn't like they were more than friends or anything. Friends were great to help get you through rough patches, to pick you up when you were feeling down. Sunset knew this. She'd learned it. She'd earned it.
Yet friends were why she was sitting alone on a bench in a different park, hot tears rolling down her cheeks, an agonizing fist crushing her ribs. She didn't need a friend. She needed something more.
"Hey," said a soft voice behind her.
Sunset had to draw in a long, shaky breath before she could even think of speaking. She didn't, though. Pinkie Pie came up behind the bench and leaned over the back, offering her a cupcake.
"I had a feeling someone else was feeling really sad," Pinkie said plainly. "Cupcake?"
"Thanks, Pinkie," Sunset whispered, not daring to raise her voice lest it come out as a shout, or more sobs, or worse. She took the cupcake -- it was topped with a little sugar sun, reminiscent of her cutie mark -- and set it on the bench beside her. She set her phone next to it and folded her hands in her lap, not reacting as Pinkie gingerly took a seat on the other end of the bench.
"You wanna talk about it?" Pinkie usually wasn't this quiet, but Sunset appreciated it.
"No," she said, then shook her head. "Nevermind, I might as well. Rarity, Twilight and Rainbow Dash have found out, why not you too?"
Sunset took a long, shuddering breath, steadying herself. Pinkie was silent.
"The last couple of days, I've been having..." She sighed. "Unwanted sexual encounters with our friends." It hurt to admit. Maybe it was like pulling a bandage off super-quick. She'd learned the literal meaning behind that human-world metaphor sometime before she learned how to shave her legs.
"Oh," said Pinkie, her voice small. "Is this about your--"
"Yeah."
"So you're not gonna be happy if I ask you to see it? Cuz I'd been planning to, the next time I saw you."
Sunset grit her teeth. "Pinkie, I've already punched out one of my friends today. I'd rather not make it two."
"I'm sorry, Sunset," Pinkie said immediately. "I didn't realize it was a sore subject."
From somewhere unseen, she produced another cupcake and offered it to Sunset. "Would an apology cupcake help?"
"I..."
Sunset stared down at the cupcake. It was frosted pink, with a dusting of pink sugar. The words "I'm sorry" were printed on a little sign affixed to a toothpick stuck in the top. She took it, gently, as though the wrong movement might destroy it, and cradled it in her lap.
"No one else apologized," she whispered.
"When I got the text from Rarity, I didn't know it was a secret," Pinkie said, voice still contrite. "I promise I didn't tell anyone else, but if she told all our friends..."
The deep well of sadness that had suffused Sunset's body and mind up to that point suddenly metamorphosed. Like magma spurting up a volcano to become lava, it towered into an inferno of rage. Only the memory of Pinkie Pie's soft apology kept her from crushing the cupcake in her hand.
"This stops now," she said, voice low and threatening.
Pinkie actually scooted away from her.
"I'm not mad at you, Pinkie," Sunset said quickly. "I need your help, though. Text all our friends, tell them to meet at Rarity's ASAP. You're better at that kind of thing than I am."
"Roger-dodger!" Pinkie threw her a sloppy salute, then whipped out her phone and began tapping away at its screen.
Sunset took a long, deep breath. Then she took another. Then she took a bite of the apology cupcake. It was far less sweet than she would have expected for a confection made by Pinkie Pie.
It was perfect.
She lifted her phone and finished her text to Fluttershy.
With everyone but Fluttershy at Rarity's, the mood was... anxious. Maybe not tense, though Rarity looked somewhat worried. Pinkie aside, Sunset's friends just looked confused. Rainbow Dash held an ice pack against the side of her face. Applejack was relaxed, though she frowned at the room from a backwards chair in the corner. Twilight played with her hair, doing everything she could not to look at Sunset.
Many parts of Sunset wanted to drag this out, to build up to something, to just leave and never come back. But there was only one way to rip this bandage off.
"Okay," she said, only giving herself time for a deep breath. "The reason I called you all here is the secret of mine that Rarity shared with you. Without permission, I should add."
A murmur ran through the gathered girls.
For being monochrome, Rarity's pure white skin was normally vibrant. It shone with life and vigor, much like the girl herself. The way she moved radiated confidence, bravado, and probably some Prench word that Rarity would have used but Sunset didn't know.
Right now, her skin looked grey. She was pale, for all that 'pale' should not have been able to describe her. The way she hung her head and all but collapsed in on herself drove a stake through Sunset's heart. But this has to be done. She couldn't just let this hang.
"I'm sorry," Rarity croaked. She cleared her throat, then louder said, "I'm sorry, Sunset. It's no excuse, but once I had seen your... Had seen it in the light of day... Ohh, I just couldn't help myself!" She bit her lip, her face crumpling. "I should know better than to spread gossip. If it makes you feel any better, I did not tell a soul who was not in this room!"
"It... does." Sunset scratched the back of her head. "A little. I'm still not happy about it."
"No, no, I understand." Rarity pulled out a very stylish handkerchief, dabbed at her eyes, and wrung it out. "I should have expected this. All I can say in my defense is that, when Fluttershy told me you needed help, she didn't exactly paint it as a secret."
Sunset raised an eyebrow at Rarity, who shrunk back.
"Well, she didn't use those words," she mumbled.
"Wait, wait, wait," said Rainbow, waving her arms. "Hold up a second. Fluttershy gets to know you have a dick, but none of the rest of us do? How is that fair?"
At the mention of the word 'dick', several blushes and gasps broke out across the room. Rarity hid her face, while Pinkie failed to suppress a giggle. Sunset scowled at Dash.
"Because she wouldn't try to sneak a peek at it without asking first," she growled. "And that's the other thing I want to talk about. Rarity, Twilight, and Rainbow Dash, your behavior toward me over the last few days has not been okay!"
Twilight groaned and dropped her head into her arms. Rarity nodded sadly, but Rainbow Dash observed Sunset with a look of quiet defiance.
Sunset put hands to hips. "Do any of you have anything to say for yourselves?"
"I just couldn't help myself," Rarity whispered, though it seemed even she hardly believed it.
"I thought there was something growing between us," was the mumbled reply from Twilight. She didn't bother looking up.
"Twilight, I'm sorry, but you were definitely reading signs that weren't there." Sunset frowned and turned to Rainbow. "Dash?"
"Are you gonna apologize for breaking my face?" she said, nose wrinkled.
"No." Sunset glared at her. "Are you gonna give me a reason for why you thought you could do what you did?"
Dash snorted. "Jealousy."
It was either the word itself or the abrupt and matter-of-fact way she'd said it, but that single word halted all the emotional momentum Sunset had been building.
"What?" she asked, voice weak.
"Uh, yeah, pfft." Dash blew her bangs out of her face and switched hands on the ice pack. "What did you expect me to do when I found out I didn't have the biggest girldick in school? I needed some kind of a win!"
Now they were all staring at Dash. "W-what?" Sunset asked again. It was the only word she could bring to mind. Rainbow grew animate, lowering her ice pack so she could grin wider.
"Yeah! My clit's two and a half inches long! You wanna see?" She reached for the hem of her skirt and lifted it.
"No!" shouted pretty much everyone else.
"I do!" cried Pinkie Pie.
"Rainbow Dash, I definitely do not want to see your clit!" Sunset held her hands up between her eyes and Rainbow's everything.
Rainbow humphed. "Fine, your loss."
Sunset growled. "That still doesn't change the fact that it didn't give you the right to... Yes, AJ, what is it?"
Applejack had been holding her hand aloft, as though waiting to be called on by a teacher. She lowered it and cleared her throat. "Uh, just for the record, in the name of pure honesty, I ain't exactly innocent here neither. Kinda spent the last couple days after gettin' that text from Rarity, uh, fantasizin' 'bout how I could get ya to show me yer, uh..." She licked her lips, eyes trailing down Sunset's front. "Yer pecker."
Her cheeks flushed a deep apple red. "For what it's worth, I'm sorry." She drew her hat down over her eyes.
Sunset let out a frustrated groan. "What is wrong with all you girls? You hear your friend suddenly has a, a male sex appendage, and the first thing that comes to mind is creeping on her? Does the mere thought of a penis drive you all into lustful frenzy?"
She cast her gaze around the room, but no one besides Dash could meet her eyes. She couldn't blame them; who said 'lustful frenzy', really?
"Pinkie Pie is the only one of you who thought to apologize before right now. And she's the only one I'm not mad at. Well, her and Applejack. You really didn't do any harm AJ, honest."
Applejack nodded.
"Well, it's not like I did anything wrong," said Dash.
"Uh, you kind of humiliated me? In public?"
Dash shrugged. "No one else saw. I didn't share the picture, like I promised I wouldn't, and besides, I'm gay! It's fine if I want to look at a dick sometimes, I don't mean anything by it."
Sunset stared. She could not comprehend the depths of stupidity to which Dash was sinking at this very moment. It was like Sunset was adrift in a raft bobbing atop an idiot sea. And yet the girl babbled on.
"Like, I know how to get ladies goin' with my stuff, but I'm not ever gonna try anything with a guy, right? So here you are, with all the goods, and like, that's really great for me, right?" She licked her lips and snapped her fingers. "Oh, I get it, I never asked. Sunset, you wanna like, measure dicks and fuck sometime or something?"
"No!" The word exploded out of Sunset's mouth. "No, Rainbow Dash, I do not want to fuck you! Or Rarity! Or Twilight, or AJ, or Pinkie! You're all my friends, we don't have that kind of relationship!"
Rainbow gave her a sly, sidelong grin. "I notice you left someone off that list. Got anything you wanna tell us?"
Desperate terror seized Sunset's heart.
She knew that tone of voice. She'd used it herself, on student after student who she'd gotten dirt on, to shake them down for lunch money or humiliate them in the halls, or just let them know that she could blackmail them into social oblivion at any moment.
If she and Fluttershy were going out, she could use that as a defense against this nonsense. But they weren't, and she couldn't, and she didn't want to tell them what was going on. It wasn't any of their business. And would it make any difference in the first place? With Dash, out of all of them?
Hot tears sprang from her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. She tried to sniff them back, to no avail.
"What is wrong with you, Rainbow Dash?" she croaked. "'That's really great for me'? Really great for you? What I have between my legs has nothing to do with you!"
Panting erratically, Sunset began pacing in a circle. "That's the problem. You were all just thinking about yourselves. Not once did you think about me!"
Rainbow opened her mouth, but Sunset snapped. "No! Just shut up and let me talk!
"You're not even considering what I want! Not considering that maybe I hate having a penis! That I stay up nights wondering why in Tartarus that thing is where it is, just dying inside because there's nothing I can do about it! Because in not too long, we're going to be going back to school, and what happens when I pop a boner in class? I bet you don't have to worry about your stupid clit doing that, Rainbow Dash, do you?"
For the first time that afternoon, Rainbow Dash had the decency to look away from Sunset.
"If this secret gets outside this circle, it's going to ruin me! I'll be the laughingstock of the entire school, or worse! And that doesn't even begin to cover the heartache and anxiety and, and... And the shame what you did to me has caused!" She scrubbed desperately at her eyes, and her voice dropped to a whisper.
"I can barely stand to look at any of you! Because I know you want what I've got, this freaking piece of meat between my legs. That's all you care about, not me, and you're treating me like a piece of meat because of it. You're just trying to use me to get to it, and you don't care that I hate this thing and I wish I'd never gotten it!"
Sometime in the middle of Sunset's rant, they had all noticed a car door slam outside. Footsteps had clacked up the walkway under Rarity's bedroom window, followed by the front door opening and soft voices exchanging words. The footsteps had then ascended the stairs, turned down the hallway, and approached Rarity's bedroom door just as Sunset reached the end of her tirade.
They were all taken aback when the door slammed open to reveal Fluttershy in the hallway. And she was livid.
She marched straight into the room, eyes only on Sunset. When Fluttershy reached her, she wrapped her in a tight hug, cradling her head against her chest. Sunset would have broken down sobbing right then and there if she hadn't already been crying. It was the first moment of safety she'd felt since Pinkie's apology cupcake.
"How dare you!" Fluttershy shouted, and Sunset could only imagine the expression she gave the rest of their friends. "All of you! Sunset and I have been sleeping together for the last month!"
There were gasps of surprise, along with a tiny "Knew it" from Dash.
"Sunset's been keeping it a secret because I asked her to," Fluttershy continued, her breath coming short and fast. "And now I see that it was a mistake. But I expected better of you! Except you, um, Applejack, I guess you didn't do anything?"
"Uh, not exactly." Applejack swallowed. "Nothin' physical at least. Nor Pinkie Pie neither, for what it's worth."
"Fine." Fluttershy narrowed her eyes. "All of you, then, just keep this in mind. Sunset is mine, do you hear me? You keep your hands off her! If I ever so much as smell one of you trying to come near her with perverted thoughts on your mind, you can count our friendship over! Do you understand me?"
Everyone, even Rainbow Dash, murmured a penitent, "Yes, Fluttershy."
"Come on, Sunset," Fluttershy whispered in her ear, "we're leaving."
Fluttershy wrapped an arm around Sunset's shoulders and force-marched her out of the bedroom. The hallway, the steps, the front door, the walkway and the car waiting in the street flashed past Sunset like reels film on the wrong projector.
Sunset was dimly aware of Fluttershy helping her into the passenger seat and buckling her in. When Fluttershy took the driver's seat and started the car, Sunset noticed her yellow fingers digging into the soft foam rubber of the steering wheel.
Sunset stared at her in complete, numb silence.
About the time Sunset realized Fluttershy was driving to her place, she said, "Fluttershy?"
"Not now," Fluttershy immediately replied. Her tone was soft, understanding even, but there was a warning of barely-repressed rage behind it.
After the quiet ride to Sunset's apartment, Fluttershy helped bundle her out of the car. She waited patiently as Sunset fumbled with her keys and unlocked the front door. Once they were inside, Fluttershy sat her down on the couch, folded a blanket around her, and got her a glass of water from the kitchen sink.
Then Fluttershy sat on the couch beside her and started to cry.
Sunset wasn't exactly sure what to make of that.
The whole time spent with Fluttershy fuming quietly in the car, Sunset hadn't known what to do, either. Fuming wasn't a normal Fluttershy thing to do. Crying was. But the timing, the abrupt change from unspoken anger to outpouring emotion, threw her expectations completely off kilter.
"I'm so sorry, Sunset!" Fluttershy wailed.
That at least was something she could react to.
Moving as though she feared Fluttershy might explode if jostled too hard, Sunset crept her arm around the other girl's shoulders, just as she had done minutes ago for Sunset. Fluttershy buried her face against Sunset's chest, and Sunset stroked her hair gently.
"Why?" was all she could think to ask.
It took a minute for Fluttershy to calm herself. Wiping tears from her eyes, she said, "I only heard the tail end of what you said to the girls. B-but, I'm so sorry, I had no idea you hated your penis so much! And all this time, I've just been using you for sex and never thinking about your feelings, and... And I said you were mine, and that's just awful, and I'm the worst friend ever!"
"Whoa, whoa." Sunset pushed herself back, so she could see the pain in Fluttershy's eyes. "Number one, don't compare what you did to what our friends did. I mean--" she tried to chuckle, but it wasn't very convincing-- "come on, if I didn't like what we were doing, I would've said no, right?"
Fluttershy nodded.
"And you'd have stopped?"
She nodded again.
"Well, that's one thing you have over our friends, then."
Sunset didn't like feeling this much resentment toward them. She would have to give herself some time. Healing a blow like that wasn't going to be instantaneous.
"You know," Sunset said wryly, running a hand across Fluttershy's hair, "I've actually been afraid that I was the one using you."
"You were?" Fluttershy hiccuped and turned over on her back, looking up at Sunset through the tangle of pink waves. "But... I mean, I would have told you if I didn't want to, um, do sex things with you."
Sunset nodded. "And I'd have listened, too. It's just... I don't know, maybe it's dumb, but I kind of thought I was taking advantage of..." She let out a long breath. "Your naivety and teenage hormones. And I'm sorry."
"It's okay." Fluttershy sniffed and smiled a little, reaching up to touch Sunset's cheek. When her fingers made contact, Fluttershy froze and slowly retracted them.
Something had been building inside Sunset the whole time since Rarity's. Now it rested in her stomach like a lead weight. Her mouth went suddenly dry, and she straightened herself, searching Fluttershy's eyes for any hints of reticence.
"If I'm being honest," she began quietly, "I really like what we've been doing together. I mean, yeah, it feels good, but it's nice having something that intimate to share with someone." She was struck by how Fluttershy's eyes widened, just a touch, letting her bask in their naked vulnerability and... was that a tinge of hope?
"And I like you," she continued, barely keeping her voice from cracking. "You stood up for me against our friends. Not a lot of people would be that brave."
Fluttershy blushed. Sunset pressed onward, building momentum.
"You're perfectly gentle in everything you do. And you're so pretty! Not to mention graceful. Just watching you walk sometimes is wonderful. I couldn't get that kind of feeling if I paid to watch professional dancers. I love seeing you get excited about animals, and I even like your taste in music.
"Maybe it's backwards to start a relationship with sex, but..." She reached down and touched the side of Fluttershy's face. "Would you maybe want to go out sometime? Like on a date?"
Fluttershy let out a soft 'eep'. She grasped the long ends of her hair and brought them up to cover her face, which was quickly blossoming into a shade of deep crimson. Sunset boggled at her.
"Wait... You've been sucking my dick for the past month--"
"Six weeks."
Sunset snorted. "For over a month, and you've been keeping track of the time, and asking you on a date makes you blush?"
"W-well..." Fluttershy took a deep breath in and let it out. Hair fluttered above her lips. "When it was just, um, sex, it was... safe? Like, if it was just a hormone thing because we're teenagers, then it didn't have to mean anything. N-not that it couldn't! I just mean..."
Fluttershy brushed her hair aside, just enough so that Sunset could see her eyes once more. "You liked it. I liked it, too, and it didn't need to be anything more than that. We never really, um, defined our relationship. It was just this secret no one else knew about, just for us, and it didn't affect our friendship with the other girls. But when you start dating, and talking about relationships... A-and love..."
She went quiet. While hardly uncharacteristic of her, there was a weight behind the silence, as though it were at the crest of a gathering storm. Sunset resisted the urge to prompt Fluttershy for more, just watching the way Fluttershy's fingertips squished against each other as she tapped them together.
"I've never been in a relationship before."
Fluttershy said it with more confidence, or perhaps honesty, than Sunset had ever heard.
"Is that okay?"
"Yeah." Sunset punctuated her word with a smile. "It's okay."
Letting out a long breath, Fluttershy moved her hair completely out of her face. "I really like you, too, Sunset. And I hope you don't think it's just for your, um, package..."
Sunset gave her a wry smile. "Well, I don't just like you just because you swallow."
Fluttershy's shoulders shook as let out a devilish giggle, though she caught herself a moment later. The aggravation from the earlier dramatic scene with their friends still lingered in the back of Sunset's mind, for all that the tension was lifting; it would be no surprise if Fluttershy felt it, too. Squeezing her hand, Sunset let herself laugh, and soon Fluttershy was laughing too, and the room suddenly felt much cozier.
"I've never seen myself as brave, but you are," Fluttershy said with quiet calm. "I've always been really proud of you for coming as far as you have from, um, where you used to be. You never let your tough girl image get in the way of being a good friend. I like how much you enjoy playing guitar. I mean, watching you play it, anyone can see how much it means to you. And you're really good." She smiled. "You're really pretty, too."
The smile collapsed and the mood darkened. "I just..." Fluttershy sighed. "I know that relationship things can hurt people. And mess with friendships. The closest I've ever gotten to being in one is..." She lowered her voice. "Running away from guys at school who wanted to ask me out."
"It's okay," Sunset cooed, taking Fluttershy's hand and squeezing it. "Look, you don't want to hurt me, right?"
"Nn-nn."
"And do you believe that I don't want to hurt you?"
"Y-yes." Fluttershy squeezed back.
"Then I think you can do this." Sunset smiled down at her. "Being in a relationship with someone else, all you really have to do to make it succeed is be open and honest about your feelings. Which is what we've been doing since we got back here, so maybe we're already on the right course."
Fluttershy licked her lips. Her tongue was tiny and pink, and it darted in and out of her mouth so quick: timid and delicate, just like everything else Fluttershy did.
"It's still scary," she whispered.
"Scary bad?" Sunset whispered back.
"Maybe not? Like, about to dive into the ocean scary. So, maybe a little thrilling, too?"
"Well, it's scary being perched on the edge of a big life change." Sunset smiled. "But we're friends first. So this doesn't have to be scary." With a wry snort, she added, "And my relationship with our other friends is already a little damaged, so you don't have to worry about that."
She nudged Fluttershy with her knee and helped her sit up against the back of her couch, steadying her against the head rush.
"What d'you say, Fluttershy? You wanna try being my girlfriend?" Now that she'd said it, that leaden weight inside her blossomed all at once into some kind of lifeforce, a new source of energy. "You won't have to worry about being possessive then."
She winked at Fluttershy, who toyed with a lock of her own hair, casting small, demure smiles at Sunset over the course of a minute. Finally, she tucked the lock behind her ear and said, "Okay."
Sunset smiled from ear to ear.
"Should we, um..." Fluttershy licked her lips again, and Sunset watched her eyes track down her face. "Should we kiss or something? To make it official?"
"If you want to, sure."
Fluttershy nodded. She placed one hand on the couch cushion and leaned in toward Sunset, closing her eyes. Sunset kept her eyes open, placing one hand on Fluttershy's leg and the other around her shoulders, pulling her in.
Since the invention of the kiss, there have been five kisses that were rated the most passionate. The most pure.
This one didn't even rank in the top million.
Their noses met at first, then their lips. Their faces flopped against each other like a couple of fish dying on shore. Fluttershy at one point nearly stuck her tongue up Sunset's nostril. When they parted, it was with mutual looks of bemusement.
"I guess I'm not a good kisser," said Fluttershy as her cheeks grew red.
"It's not like in the movies after all," Sunset said with a laugh.
Fluttershy's eyes got wide. "Wait, but... Didn't you... I mean, with Flash Sentry, you never?"
A rueful grimace pulled at the corner of Sunset's mouth. "Yeah, uh, Flash was... Let's say a trophy boyfriend? We never actually did anything." She cringed. "Kind of why I haven't been trying to get into a relationship since. Don't want to hurt anyone again."
Before Fluttershy could say anything, Sunset took her hand, brought it up to her lips, and kissed it gently. "But I'm glad we fell into this. I wouldn't have known I could open up to you, I mean really open up, if we hadn't seen so much of each other to begin with."
Fluttershy gave her a soft smile. "I guess we can practice kissing on our date, huh?"
"Yeah." Sunset grinned back at her. "I guess we can."
They sat like that, holding hands, staring at one another, for quite some time. Fluttershy finally broke the silence with another blush.
"So, uh, what do we do now?"
Sunset sucked at her lower lip. "Uh, I dunno. Would tomorrow be good for our date? Like... how about a picnic lunch in the park. Something simple?"
"Oh, yes." Fluttershy nodded. "Do you want me to help with anything?"
Scratching at her shoulder, Sunset said, "Well, I mean, I guess you could bring drinks or something? And I'll get the food." She laughed nervously. "Oh boy, I didn't plan this out too well."
"It's fine." Fluttershy squeezed both of Sunset's hands. "I mean, we're not performing for anyone else, right? So long as it's just the two of us, I think we'll be okay."
Fluttershy's eyes sparkled, and in their depths, Sunset found strength, courage, and a sign that things would, indeed, be okay. They could do this, together.
"Um," said Fluttershy. "So, the whole time my head was laying in your lap, I, uh, couldn't help noticing you had a pretty major erection. Do you..." Fluttershy's hips wiggled against the couch. "Want some help with that?"
Now it was Sunset's turn to blush.
"Uhh, maaaayb--"
The apartment's front door buzzer sounded, and with it came the voice of Rarity, rendered tinny through the decades-old intercom system.
"Sunset? It's us, your hopefully not-former friends. Could we talk? We're here to apologize, darling!"
Rarity, Applejack, Rainbow Dash and Twilight Sparkle stood on the stoop outside the front door to Sunset's apartment building. They were, to a girl, the very picture of penitence: heads hung, eyes downcast, hands clasped before them. Rarity held a small gift-wrapped box before her. Behind them stood Pinkie Pie, looking distinctly less penitent and more brimming with barely concealed excitement.
"We talked about what happened," Applejack began, "and after some, ah, deliberation, everyone has decided they have somethin' to say to ya. Me, for starters."
She cleared her throat. "I know it didn't do anythin' to ya, but I apologize, Sunset, for not keepin' my yap shut when I oughta. I'll keep my fantasies to myself in the future, that's a promise."
She stepped aside and elbowed Rainbow Dash, who lurched up a step and had the decency not to actually glare at her.
"I'm sorry," Dash said plainly. "What I did was wrong. I've deleted the picture, and no one else saw it. I'm not ever going to try to trick you the way I did or do something like that ever again. I hope we can still be friends."
The apology was, to Sunset's ear, canned. No doubt she'd had it drilled into her on the drive over. But it wasn't like Dash to be insincere, just bad at expressing herself. Sunset nodded at her, not really sure what to say in return. Rainbow stepped back, and Rarity took her place, handing the package to Sunset.
"I, too, want to apologize, darling. A lady knows how to control herself, and I have lost control of myself on two occasions now, with two disastrous results. I have broken a promise and done you a grave misdeed, and I only hope that completing the, er, item we discussed earlier will be a first step toward repairing our relationship. I've learned a hard lesson, and I shan't be repeating my mistakes any time soon, if ever. I'm sorry, Sunset Shimmer. I want to earn your forgiveness."
Sunset took the package and handed it to Fluttershy. She'd forgotten about the item of apparel that had started this whole mess, but now that she had it, well, that meant one less thing she had to worry about. Rarity, she could definitely forgive.
Rainbow Dash piped up. "Whoa, wait, is that a cock so--Ow!" She shut down as Applejack smacked her in the back of her head.
"Keep yer mouth shut, R.D., if'n ya know what's good for ya. Twilight?"
Twilight nodded to Applejack and took Rarity's place.
"Sunset, I'm really, really sorry for how I acted in the lab. I made a fool out of myself, and I'm sorry you had to see that. I also learned a hard lesson about telling other people how you feel. Rest assured, I'm not going to do that kind of thing to you again, and I'll have to learn to deal with my feelings better. I hope this doesn't irreparably damage our friendship."
"Also rest assured," added Applejack, "ain't none of us gonna make a pass at ya, Sunset. Since you'n Fluttershy are an item and all."
Sunset gave her a wry smile. "Well, in your defense, we really weren't an item until about, ohh... Ten minutes ago?" She looked back at Fluttershy, who gave her a secretive, mischievous smile.
"What?" Rainbow Dash barked. "How come Fluttershy got to--OW!"
She bent double, a hand against the side of her face where first Sunset and now Applejack had clocked her.
"I warned you, ya cockamamie galoot!"
"AJ, stop," Sunset said. Applejack, to her credit, backed down, relaxing her fists.
"I'm sorry, Sunset," Dash mumbled. "I need to work on focusing on the things that are important and not running my mouth off and stuff..."
"Girls," said Sunset, and the five turned their eyes to her. "I just want to say thank you. Coming here to apologize means a lot, and so does your gift, Rarity."
Rarity gave her a small smile.
"For now, I'll say apology accepted. And, Twilight, I hope I didn't hurt you."
Twilight gave her head a tiny shake. Well, they could talk about it another time.
"But I might need a little time before..." Sunset's voice caught in her throat. She wiped her eyes. "Before I can really look you all in the eyes again. I hope you understand."
The girls nodded and murmured affirmatives, except for Rainbow Dash, who at least had the decency to look ashamed.
"And yeah, Fluttershy and I are dating now, so please keep that in mind in the future." She smiled. "I really hope this doesn't get in the way of our friendships." She took Fluttershy's hand and brought her forward, so they were standing as side-by-side as they could in the narrow doorway.
"Does this mean I get to throw you two a party?" asked Pinkie, bouncing up and down in the back.
Fluttershy giggled. "That would be lovely, Pinkie Pie."
"Somethin' good comin' outta all this bad, then." Applejack tipped her hat forward. "I reckon that's all we had to say. We'll leave you two some time and space, right, girls?"
"Right!" said the others.
With that, Applejack, Rarity, Rainbow Dash, Twilight and Pinkie filed down the steps and out to the two waiting cars. Pinkie was already excitedly talking about party preparation, while Twilight held a frantic, whispered conversation with Rainbow.
Sunset couldn't be sure, but she thought she caught the word 'clitoris' in there.
She cast a questioning glance to Fluttershy.
"I should probably get home, too," she said, taking both of Sunset's hands in hers. "It's been... Exciting. But I tend to find too much excitement really draining."
"I hear you," said Sunset. "See you tomorrow for our date, then? Say, around one?"
"Okay. I'll see you then."
They stood like that, hand in hand, for a long moment. Sunset could tell they were both waiting for the other to go in for a kiss. She was not sure she wanted to try that again just yet. Finally, she let go, and they settled for just waving goodbye.
After Fluttershy got in her car and drove off, Sunset went back up to her apartment, eager to try out the new cock sock Rarity had made for her.
When Fluttershy opened the door to her girlfriend's apartment to see said girlfriend standing there, topless and seething, she nearly slammed herself in the door as she tried to simultaneously scamper inside and keep anyone outside from getting a peek within.
"Sunset!" she wheedled. "I thought you were getting better about--"
Sunset jabbed an angry finger at her breasts. "Just look at these fucking things, Fluttershy!"
Oh, how Fluttershy looked.
She wouldn't count herself an expert on Sunset's jubblies, even now, but there was definitely something different about them. The way every movement Sunset made gave them a pendulous ripple; their perfect, round fullness: definitely something new there.
Fluttershy put a hand to her own chest, inhaling sharply. "Did... they get bigger?"
"I go to Equestria twice in the same day and come back just in time to have to go bra shopping again!" Sunset let out a scream from between clenched teeth, hands balling into fists as she turned her back. "This happens all the time."
Fluttershy stepped forward, wrapping her arms around Sunset's waist from behind and pressing herself into her girlfriend's back. There was a loud exhalation, and Sunset relaxed in Fluttershy's arms.
"That's why I called you over, by the way," she murmured. "Thanks for coming."
"Mm-hmm." Fluttershy drew her hands up Sunset's taut stomach, crossing at the wrists as they snuck up under those full breasts in a caress. Sunset let out a soft groan as Fluttershy lifted them.
A year of sleepovers had proven that none of their friends were particularly well-endowed. They were all within a cup size of one another, and Fluttershy was actually probably the largest. Pinkie and Applejack were both close enough to her that the winner could only be determined by detailed measurement, and Rarity was just a hair behind them, leaving the last two toward the small end of the spectrum. And now...
Fluttershy would have to settle for second best. Not that she really cared. Mostly.
"I'm a little jealous," she said in a soft murmur, resting her head on Sunset's shoulder so her lips were just beyond her ear. "You're a whole cup size bigger than me. Maybe two!"
Sunset gave a little grunt. Licking her lips, Fluttershy reached a daring finger upward and rolled Sunset's left nipple. She squealed and pushed Fluttershy's hands away, shivering.
"And they're extra sensitive!" said Sunset, voice an octave higher. Fluttershy giggled and stepped away to the small vanity on the other side of the apartment.
"You have a measuring tape, right?"
Sunset's pleasured shudder was audible. "Second drawer down on the left."
The tape had somehow ended up right on top of the assortment of random stuff in the drawer. Fluttershy pulled it out and turned, giving Sunset a concerned frown.
"You say this happens every time you go to Equestria?"
Sunset sighed and lifted her arms as Fluttershy brought the tape over to measure her bust. "Just about. Sometimes up, sometimes down. I thought they couldn't get any bigger after the fall play. I was really happy with them being smaller after the last time, anyway. And now here we are."
"But I went to Equestria, too," Fluttershy mused. "Nothing like that happened to me."
Sunset snorted, and her breasts wobbled. "Go figure."
Fluttershy noted down the measurement in her phone. Sunset wasn't exactly going to be excited about it. She finished with another behind-the-girlfriend hug, this one chaste.
Well, at least something around here was.
"Um," she began, chewing her lower lip, "I don't mean to be entirely focused on your body, and you know I like you for more than just your endowments, but... By any chance, did anything else change?"
Sunset let out a soft half-chuckle. "You know, with all this aggravation, I haven't had a chance to check."
Fluttershy couldn't quite see as Sunset pulled the waist of her skirt forward. There was a pause.
"Well, the good news... If you were really wanting things to stay as they are, that is... It's still there."
Fluttershy felt a little bad that she felt relieved at that. "And the bad news?"
"It's... different." Sunset did not exactly sound pleased at either pronouncement. Her skirt fell to the floor, and Fluttershy heard a small gasp followed in short order by a wet squelch. "The be-etter news is I have a vagina again! Hello, g-spot, I never knew how much I'd miss you."
Giggling, Fluttershy snaked her hands down to Sunset's pelvis. Sure enough, there was still a member there. Sunset's hand was buried just underneath it, a whole three fingers going to town inside herself. Fluttershy explored her girlfriend's penis with her hands, trying and failing to distract her.
"Oh!" she cooed. "Well, it's not bad news at all, Sunny. It's smaller because this is just a normal human penis. It shouldn't be as much of a, um, a handful to deal with."
Fluttershy resolved to do her best not to miss the less-human version, for her girlfriend's sake. She might have to give herself some time, though.
"It's uncircumcised, even. I hear that's a big turn-on for some people. And, um..." Heat rose in Fluttershy's cheeks. "And it seems like you don't have balls anymore?"
"Uh-huh." Sunset's breath was coming in short, heavy grunts interspersed with soft moans.
Fluttershy supposed she couldn't fault her girlfriend for literally dropping everything to masturbate in the middle of her own apartment now that she had the vulva to masturbate with. But she was starting to lean backward, and Fluttershy wasn't sure how long her own strength would hold them up. There was only one thing to do.
Fluttershy was not one for swearing or using dirty words, not even in bed. Where the line between 'seemly' and 'dirty' was crossed was, of course, a matter of some debate. The point was, she knew how much a surprise could shock someone out of a stupor.
She leaned forward, mostly to support Sunset, and wrapped her fingers around the cock. It was surprisingly limp, given how vigorously her girlfriend was jilling off. Fluttershy moved her mouth right up next to Sunset's ear and whispered, "You know what this means?"
A gasp was her only reply.
"You get to fuck my virgin pussy."
Sunset went stock-still.
And rock-hard.
Fluttershy had a feeling they were both going to enjoy this.
