"Hello, Anon."

I didn't have to turn around to know who it was. My bed, at that point, was her second home. With that said, I still was surprised when I turned to see Sunset Shimmer on my bed with her clothes still on. She was staring at the softball Summer Song left as a keepsake. "I realized why you looked familiar when I first saw you. "

"Oh? "

Sunset began to toss the ball in the air, playing a single person game of catch. "Last year, when your old school played mine. I was pitching against Summer, remember? "

I vaguely remembered what happened that game. I was cheering for Summer, something about "ending her unbeaten streak. "

Then it hit me. "You were the-! "

"Yea. I don't know how or why. Either I got lucky or I am that damned good during the season. But, I knew I was in for a fight with your girl. I thought I was going to win at the bottom of the 9th. "

"Then the butch lesbian won it with a walk-off." I answered. She was “in your face” on how gay and butch she was, kinda like how people try to show off how manly they are. Even the LGBTQ club disliked her, calling her "the bitch lesbian."

"Yea, she even did a "pussy licking" gesture to me. If she was cuter, twenty pounds lighter, and got rid of that stupid half shaved hair shit I might have taken up her up on that offer." Sunset said. She continued to toss the ball in the air, her eyes fixated on it. "If the school thought I was a complete bitch before the game, man they had another thing coming. Double the bitch, triple the salt. "

"I see. "

"Sorry for the sob story, I wanted that distraction. But speaking of distraction. You have a text from Dash. She wants a rematch tonight. "

"What are you, her messenger? "

"She texted you, your phone was vibrating."

"Ah. "

"Well, Anon. I think it's time to strike. I heard she wet herself over the last time. "

"That was me who told you that. "

"Really? Whoops! Also, I have to ask for a favor. "

"Oh? "

"I have this package I have to drop off to Rarity," she said, pointing to a small brown box on my nightstand. “She wanted me to take it, but I think you should. I think she might be. . . 'Feeling it'"

"Really? " I said with a smile.

"You haven't fucked Rarity in weeks. Satisfy the poor girl's thirst! "

"Fine!" I groaned as I picked up the parcel. As I turned to leave the door, I stopped to figure out what to do with the girl in the room, "And you are going to stay here all day?" I asked.

"I'll leave in a few and show myself out. Good luck and see you at school.!" She said, tossing the ball in the air.

I began to work up a sweat by walking in the warm, humid air. I was enjoying it because right after that would be the cold of late fall. The light afternoon breeze was helping, but again the humidity did not. Sundays in town were carefree and casual. People cruising the streets with no destination other than to enjoy the unreasonably warm day be it by walking or driving. A look over to Sugar Cube Corner revealed the line that was overflowing from the bakery’s entrance. Those who were waiting out the door had been treated at least with the spray of a mist, a relieving dose of water to everyone. Across the street of Sugar Cube Corner was the Boutique, Three knocks later a disheveled Rarity answered.

"Anon? Hey!" she smiled. I did not reply, instead just presenting the box. "Sunset sent you? Great! Come in! Come in! The air conditioning is running!" She said as she walked further into the showroom and into the back. I locked it behind us, which was always what I had to do.

We walked back to the office, where it was in its normal condition of a mess. Designs sprawled all over the table, with the ones not deemed worthy in a pile by the trashcan. The walls lining the room were covered by rows upon rows of fabric and accessories. I left the small paper-brown box next to her as she continued her design. Her red glasses were a stark contrast of her white and light purple colors.

"What is in the box, anyway? " I asked. She unwrapped the thin paper to show the contents inside. A large box of charcoal pencils.

"Regular pencils just won't do. These are better."

She had bent over the desk and began to design again, using her elbows as a brace. She was about to start a design for a man, because of the bulge the faceless figure had in the piece of paper. "Designing for men is more difficult for me. I know what I would like in a dress or an ensemble. But suits. . . Are suits. " Rarity mumbled as she stared at the paper in front of her. One minute turned to three minutes, three minutes to ten, and then ten to an hour.

No conversation, just staring at the piece of paper. After that half hour mark, her elbows buckled and she gave a grunt of frustration as her forehead landed on the paper. " This will be harder than I thought."

At that point, I had a limited number of choices. Either not help or help out. Not helping would not end well with our relationship and helping out would not end well either because I had no idea of fashion or fashion theory. I did however had my method of dealing with writer's block. Masturbation. With my right hand, I slipped my hand up her skirt and rested my hand on her bottom. She did not move, but let out a sigh of excitement. Without any warm up or warning, I parted her snug, cotton, panties to the side and slipped one finger inside. She began to give out small, short breaths. Her opening was a bit rough to move at first, but after a few simple schliks her opening became as slippery as I remember. She began to scoot back, allowing her head to look down and back to see my hand continue to do its magic.

"That's it, keep going," she said. Her began to purse her lips, her excitement conveyed to me by the amount of liquid that was covering my finger inside of her. I decided to insert my middle finger, her excitement growing with each thrust. "One more," Rarity pleaded.

"Three fingers? You sure you can-"

"Just do it! "

With that three fingers went inside of her, she began to give out small squeaks of pleasure. Her juices began to flow from her pussy and slowly drip into her panties. My three fingers were driving Rarity insane, screaming in pleasure without a care of who could have heard. My hands slapped against her perfect ass, my fingers probing deep into her crevice with each thrust. I felt her walls tighten up, and my thrusts began to struggle under the increased tightness. She gave off an ear-shattering scream while my entire hand became inundated with a sudden gush of hot liquid.

"Damn, didn't know you were a squirter! " I said with a smile.

"Thank you, I needed that." Rarity said as she slipped her panties back up. She pointed to the bathroom where I walked in and washed my fingers. A kiss of the cheek later, Rarity started her design with a furious fervor, as if a fire was awakened. I made my way out the door and into the warm summer day without the cool embrace of the air conditioning. As I walked out of the Boutique, I felt my pants vibrate. I pulled out my phone to see that Rainbow Dash sent another text

Well?! Are we going to play or not?

Shit. I forgot to reply.

I would have had maybe a few hours to get ready, which would give me time to relax before the game.

Alright Rainbow, you're on. 7PM sharp.

Author's Notes:

Reports of this stories death was greatly under-reported, like what the fuck?!

Anyway, here's to more constant updates!