Chrysalis gazed, her eyes a muted sardonic stare directly into the middle space. Beside her Fluffle Puff, the love of her life stared up at her. Her mouth agape, eyes wide with the glee of a child as she took in the woman that was the biggest part of her world. Across from the mismatched pair sat Adagio, eyes gleaming with that typical spark of spider-like fascination, one leg crossed over the other and arms folded as she gave off her best “I am your evil queen, fear me” look. Their gazes never breaking, and if one looked very closely they might see sparks of green and red crackle in the space between.

“Ok you tw- I smell ozone,” Sunset deadpanned, walking into the sitting room with a bottle of wine and a tray of light Lipizzano wafers. Noting the tension between them Sunset internally slammed her head against a wall, but externally shifted her slight frown into a smile. “Ok ladies, let’s hash this out,” Sunset began, pouring both women a glass of wine and handing Fluffle Puff a much heavier iced cookie from the center of the tray, eliciting an elated gasp from the strange woman.

“What’s there to hash out, lover? Queen Bee over there feels betrayed, I’ve said I’m sorry is that not enough?” Adagio lamented, her tone a quasi-convincing melancholy, but her eyes never once leaving her conversational nemesis.

“Ah yes, the sincerity is all but palpable Adagio. Tell me Sunset Shimmer, am I really to play fool to the puffy haired trollop you call a lover?” Chrysalis snarked, her mouth curling into a nasty smirk. “If that’s the case I feel we can all agree this little summit has achieved the intended goal and return to our relative states of lusty inebriation,” Chrysalis concluded, her eyes equally unwavering despite Adagio nonverbally pressing her beyond normal human limits.

“Oh come on you two!” Sunset sighed desperately raising her arms into the, now very cold, air. “I know you’re both better than this, can we close the cold bitch routine and have you two actually make some headway in not secretly plotting to kill one and other?” At this Adagio and Chrysalis both smiled nastily as sounds of fleeing winter birds rang out in the night.

“Why my dear Sunset, whatever makes you think I’d be plotting to kill Chrysalis? I’m reformed, not a trace of evil left in my old body,” Adagio said, breaking her tight posture and leaning forward as though she’d just moved a knight to threaten the proverbial queen in a chess match.

“Much as I would have loved to run her over with my truck I assure you I am a nothing but a pacifist. To be anything less would be a disservice to the lovely creature at my side,” Chrysalis’ voice contained a gentle edge to it, her head tilting to accentuate her seated height over Adagio. As the two women remained locked in their gaze Sunset looked to Fluffle Puff, who simply nodded, and plucked a piece of paper from Chrysalis’ hair, which simply read “How I will Kill the Haughty Songstress.” As she produced that, Sunset tossed a small leather bound notepad on the table which was embossed with the message “To Squash a Bug, by Adagio Dazzle.”

“Now start talking or I’m going to hurt you both, and you know I can Adagio,” Sunset whispered venomously, motioning for Fluffle to join her and leave the two irritated, and slightly fearful women to their verbal sparring. As their respective lovers left, the room grew immensely cold.

“Squashing the Bug?” Chrysalis finally asked, her eyebrow raised at the curious title of the tome before her.

“Inside joke, try not to question it, but I take exception to being called haughty, I always hold myself with plenty of ars demure and I’ll not be considered any less,” Adagio grumbled, breaking the intense staring match as she grabbed the sheet of paper and scanned the myriad felonious plots. Chrysalis did the same in turn, checking the numerous ideas for eliminating her, some violent, some simply insidious.

“Devious,” Chrysalis concluded tossing the pad back onto the table and taking her glass of wine.

“Short sighted, but effective,” Adagio nodded, placing the paper back on the table, and knocking her glass of wine back in a single gulp, scrubbing a little of the violent imagery from her overactive imagination. “You know, for what it’s worth I do regret what happened Chryssi,” Adagio concluded, her voice slightly hollow, as though the wine were dry enough to tighten her throat.

“I lost my building, all of the effects from my homeland, and my god-damned dignity because of you,” Chrysalis yelled, slamming her hand on the table. Her eyes were suddenly lit with years worth of angry passion. “I know you’re independently wealthy, but for some of us the idea of losing part of our livelihood actually means something!” Chrysalis’ nails dug into the table as she raged at Adagio. “For what Adagio!? Why did you feel the inexplicable need to not only shut down the operation you’d funded, but to turn workers against me?” Chrysalis’ eyes watered from the memory of the treachery, from the time when she’d been foolish enough to delegate to creatures she’d seen in her old story books.

Adagio sighed, and slumped her shoulders as she placed a hand on her forehead. “I doubt you’d believe me if I told you,” Adagio said, looking to a picture on the wall of herself, Sonata, and Aria from a number of years ago. “Suffice to say we’d not be having this chat if I’d not legitimately turned over a new leaf. You must know that anyone I’d ever destroyed before never saw me again, and yet here we are,” Adagio said leaning back and giving time for Chrysalis to process the idea of a truly reformed Adagio.

“I don’t trust this yet Adagio,” Chrysalis whispered, her eyes cutting to a sharp glare. “If Sunset Shimmer hadn’t been as convincing in her pitch I’d never consider this, but if you’re honestly interested in this project you will earn it,” Chrysalis folded her hands over her waist, looking angry at her own mouth for saying such blasphemy.

“For whatever scheme Sunset’s cooking? I’ll work until I’m dead,” Adagio whispered with absolute conviction, her crimson eyes shining with something Chrysalis couldn’t quite place. Both women stayed locked in a stare, this one less hostile but more intense than any other this evening. Then, slowly both women’s stone faces cracked a smile. The mutual smiles turned into chuckles, and those chuckles to full laughs. As the two women cackled, a sound which actually frightened a number of small mammals as they hibernated around the house, 5 human heads and one mouse peaked past the wall.

“Should I get the tranquilizer gun?” Aria asked in a hushed, slightly shaky whisper.

“Pbht,” Fluffle Puff responded, producing a scoped bolt action rifle and red bandana from her hair.

“No dammit!” Sunset hissed pulling all the women back behind the wall, and taking the dangerous looking firearm from the fluffy eldritch nightmare woman. “I think that might be a good thing,” Sunset said motioning back the the source of the diabolical sounds behind the wall. “As long as we don’t hear screaming we let them have it out. Agreed?” Sunset asked earning nods from all present as they put their ears to the wall, the sound calming down as both women resumed speaking.

“Very well Adagio, my mother always said I was a fool so I may as well prove her right. You don’t touch the accounting work, and you don’t get to actually be entertainment until I say so. You agree to that and we’ve got a pet project,” Chrysalis said, extending her hand. Adagio seemed to contemplate the idea for a moment, before extending her hand and clasping Chrysalis’. In that moment Chrysalis squeezed hard, doing her damnedest to get at least one piece of physical revenge on her former enemy.

“We have an accord then,” Adagio said evenly, pulsing her grip once, and bringing a satisfying grimace to the business owner’s face Adagio then withdrew her hand and picked up her glass of wine. “So, with that out of the way let’s talk business,” Adagio said, moving her wine to her lips and taking a gentle sip of the dry red liquid. After savoring the flavor and slight dizziness from her sixth glass… Or was it seven?

“What I gathered from skimming Sunset’s reports is that the actual refurbishment would take between two and three months. Meaning we need someone to oversee the construction, someone to look after the business in the truck, and someone to work on advertising and arranging opening night,” Chrysalis explained leaning back in her seat and reaching for the bottle of wine, praying a touch more inebriation would help calm her apprehension at needing to delegate every part of her livelihood.

“Well to that end I suspect I’m best to organize the construction, and that position will have the least effect on your nerves,” Adagio said with a noncommittal shrug. “Much as I loathe being relegated to such meager positions, I don’t see you being comfortable with me touching anything more,” Adagio continued, taking a more generous sip from her glass.

“Oh you have no idea, and I will expect daily progress reports, with bi-weekly meetings on what we will be working on,” Chrysalis said with a devious sneer, feeling all the more power over her old nemesis. Taking a celebratory long sip of her wine at putting her old nemesis in a subservient position.

“Easily managed,” Adagio chuckled picturing herself ruling over a bevvy of construction workers with an iron fist. “As for the business, which of your workers has the most qualifications for running the truck?” Adagio asked, internally cackling with laughter as Chrysalis’ eyes bulged during her current sip of wine.

Chrysalis, for her part, did not perform a spit take. Though after nearly choking on her wine she grew silent, her mind deep in consideration of possibly giving one of the only two choices a promotion. “I suddenly have extreme reservations about this again,” Chrysalis mused, as the visions of her truck on fire floated into her head, with both Fluffle and Sonata standing front and center of the inferno.

“Perhaps I have a solution then,” Adagio said, folding her fingers in front of her mouth and giving her most predatory gaze to the spooked woman. “Perhaps you don’t need to select just one candidate,” Adagio finished her grin growing behind her laced fingers.

“Go on…”
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Sonata and Fluffle Puff sat, faces a mirror image of one and other’s seemingly blank minds. Chrysalis looked extremely nervous about this, but being alone with her star cook and lover slowly set her at ease. “So, as I’m sure you’ve both gathered some changes will be happening around the truck,” Chrysalis began, receiving unblinking nods from both women. This served to further give Chrysalis pause at her decision, but the awful voice in her head screaming about the opportunity kept her going. “Ok so, I now need to delegate more, meaning you both are about to inherit a large amount of responsibility, but before I can give you that I must know that I can trust you with my baby,” Chrysalis finished reaching for her glass of wine and knocking it back.

Sonata raised her hand, receiving a pained groan from Chrysalis indicating she could now speak. “So you, like, want one of us to run the food part and one of us to handle the math, driving, and promotion right?” Sonata asked, earning a wide eyed look of shock from her employer.

“Well, ah- yes Sonata that’s actually exactly what I was going to propose,” Chrysalis said, not trying to comprehend the sudden burst of genius from the ditzy cook.

“Pbht pbffft pbht?” Fluffle Puff asked, tilting her head to the side slightly as she blinked slowly at her slack jawed lover.

“Y-yes dear, those were the exact titles, salaries, and managing metrics I was going to outline,” Chrysalis stammered, pushing the hastily put together drawings and charts she’d prepared for the explanation to the two new assistant managers of PuffleChrys food truck.

“It really only makes sense Chryssi, I mean Fluffle’s name is on the truck, I always just acted like she was the second manager, especially when she did the work on the computer when you were taking breaks,” Sonata added shrugging as her world fractured employer reached shakily for the bottle of wine.

Chrysalis looked at her two employees, now the hands in which the entire investment of all her hard work resided. “You know, I was worried about this, but something about the amount of wine I’ve had and the insanity of you two being some kind of genius duo has me just frightened enough to tag out.” Chrysalis then rose and walked into the kitchen, sipping from the bottle as she babbled to herself about savants and evil geniuses.

“Pbht?” Fluffle Puff asked turning to Sonata, whom was now shaking from the giggle fit she’d pent up through the entire performance.

“Yeah Fluffles you kicked butt,” Sonata said hugging the extremely squishy pinkette. Fluffle Puff simply gasped in excitement eyes wide in having done a good. “Ok so,” Sonata said, pulling back, but not before reaching into Fluffle Puff’s hair to produce a pad of paper and pen, “I have some ideas for new dishes, and I’m thinking we should work on expanding a bit. Think you can get Chryssi to let us hire a few paw- err part timers?” Sonata asked giving a large smile to her pink friend.

Fluffle Puff considered this for a minute, blinking her left eye, then her right as her tongue slid from her mouth in concentration. Then closing both of her eyes Fluffle Puff shifted her hair down over her face. Before Sonata could question exactly what was happening Fluffle Puff flipped her hair back, her eyes half lidded, tongue still out as she slid her heavy sweater part way down her shoulder and purring in a very sensual tone.

Sonata blinked, nodding as she wrote down a note on the pad. “New employees and getting Chryssi laid, check. Now onto my ideas for a whole new bacon-queso-guac,” Sonata prattled on, earning the occasional affirmative gasp or negative raspberry from her new compatriot manager.

From the kitchen Chrysalis stared blankly into her latest glass of wine, trying to measure the consequences of having this many and comparing it to the consequences of attempting to comprehend the unknowable stygian madness that had become her life in the last few hours. Just as she was giving in to the unknowable madness that was trusting one’s finances to an old enemy and the machinations of her sometimes genius sometimes idiot lover and employee, a loud snap pulled her back to reality.

“You’d do well not to question it boss lady,” Aria said taking a long slug of her newly opened beer. “You live a longer, more sane life if you just pretend she’s normal,” Aria continued her little speech taking a long drag of her vaporizer and expelling a cotton candy scented cloud.

“She’s right ya know,” Sunset said, wrapping her arms around Aria and nipping the purple neck of her lover, and earning a soft groan and shiver from her. “Just do what I did, strap a helmet on and enjoy the ride,” Sunset chuckled as she stepped over to the bar. The sound of her lover taking a much larger pull off her vaporizer practically music to her ears.

“A wonderful sentiment Sunset Shimmer, but how would you know anything about trusting a woman that destroyed your life and forced you to flee a city hmm?” Chrysalis asked through gritted teeth, the last of her frustrations bubbling up at the brash nature of her new business partner.

“Because I chose to go on a date with three women that likely attempted to kill me some 4 years ago, and moved in with them one short day after,” Sunset said matter o’factly. Chrysalis made a strained sound somewhere between a scream and the word ‘how’ as Aria nodded behind her. “Sometimes you get an offer for a real adventure. I took mine and I’m having a pretty great time,” Sunset continued, ignoring the choking sounds of the poor woman. “Look I don’t expect you to trust any of us right away, but this is a good chance for all of us to get something we want. Just give it a proper shot, and maybe you’ll find that we dazzle you,” Sunset proposed holding her beer up to Chrysalis in a toast, Aria slamming her face in the palm.

Chrysalis looked at the can of beer, and the sincere smile on Sunset’s face. “You really just made that pun,” Chrysalis said in a monotone, earning a slight falter in Sunset’s smile. Then without so much as a warning Chrysalis began to giggle softly, swiftly picking up her glass and clinking it against the aluminum can. “To being dazzled by all this madness then,” Chrysalis declared locking eyes with Sunset.

“To enemies becoming friends and insane lovers making us scratch our heads,” Sunset confirmed, both women pulling their respective drinks to their lips, and knocking them back in one go.
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Adagio Dazzle enjoyed the finer things life had to offer. Collector of literary rarities, published wine and spirits critic, and a constant patron of all the arts, Adagio possessed a refined skilled taste. “Ahn, oh fuck Sunset yes,” Adagio groaned as Sunset Shimmer held her forcefully against the bedroom floor, her face down and ass elevated the fiery haired beauty played her pussy like a well tuned guitar.

“Yes,” Sunset hissed diabolically applying more pressure to her half naked lover, tweaking her wrist against the straining fabric of Adagio’s half torn panties. “Sing for me like the naughty little siren you are,” Sunset punctuated the order by thrusting her fingers yet deeper into her lover’s folds. Her fingers now pushed firmly against the coarse flesh of Adagio’s G-spot as a sudden cry was almost torn from her.

“Oh f-fu-FUCK,” Adagio squealed breaking down into incomprehensible sobs as her pussy slammed tight from a sudden uncontrollable release in her core. Adagio shivered from the almost immediate second climax of the night. “Suns-Ah-t,” Adagio began only to be silenced by the shock of her lover withdrawing the three digits that had rendered Adagio little more than a quivering mess. It took no effort for Sunset to heave Adagio over her shoulder like a piece of treasure might be by a viking, and walk her over to the bed.

“The next sounds I hear out of your mouth I want to be directed to my slit Adagio,” Sunset growled tossing the panting dishevelled siren to the bed. “I’ve set up an entire capstone project, done car repairs, put us on the road to a great business, and gotten one of your worst enemies to laugh with you all while extremely horny. I’m currently nothing but sex and victory and I’m going to fuck you stupid to celebrate,” Sunset said looking directly into Adagio’s half lidded eyes as she spoke.

For once Adagio could think of no quip to offer, no sensual retort from an arsenal centuries in the making. All she could do was marvel at the vision of sexual fury that was Sunset Shimmer in her moment. The gaze lasted only a moment as Sunset quite literally tore her back into reality through the medium of her clothes. Sunset’s hands were incomprehensibly strong, tearing both Adagio’s blouse and bra in one swift motion of her hands and exposing the bountiful bosom of the siren. The sudden cool of the room juxtaposed to the slick humidity of what had been her fabric trappings.

Sunset smiled, seeing Adagio’s nipples almost instantly harden, her body soaked with sweat from the little pre-game session. She wasted no time, having already torn her own pants and shirt off before ambushing Adagio, descending on her prize, taking one nipple in her teeth and roughly fondling the other mound of flesh. Sunset’s practiced ministrations rekindled the knot of lust in Adagio’s core causing her to hiss from the sudden stimulation of her yet unmolested breasts. The hiss only drove Sunset, suckling, nipping, pinching every movement of the assault a sexual torrent to the normally composed artist.

Sunset worked like this for a moment, dragging every lewd sound she could from her lover as she worked to build an inescapable barrage of orgasams through Adagio’s body. Sliding her knee between Adagio’s thighs Sunset began slowly grinding cool flesh against slick hot flesh. Adagio groaned as waves of ecstasy lapped over her as the ocean to the shore. Sunset smiled, her own lust building to a humid heat between her legs as Adagio writhed beneath her.

Sunset ended the assault on Adagio’s breasts, raising her head as she suckled on her lover’s tit, and releasing it with a soft pop. She then repositioned herself, in a flash her strong thighs surrounded a gasping Adagio’s face. Grinding her slick panties against Adagio’s mouth was all the prompting the older woman needed. Exercising her own strength, Adagio reached her quaking arms up and tore Sunset’s panties away, giving her ample access to Sunset’s folds. Sunset took in a sharp breath as Adagio’s skilled tongue entered her, and caused her to grind yet harder into her lover’s face.

“Oh fuck yes~” Sunset groaned, basking in the erotic heat of her lover’s movements inside of her. Still she had a job to do, and with a quick movement Sunset had placed her own head into Adagio’s pelvis, choosing to lick the succulent hidden orb at the top of the curly haired siren’s folds. She lapped lavishly at it, savoring the unique musk and the sensation of Adagio’s shuddering breath beneath her.

Adagio’s body was a writhing knot of lewd tension, and she didn’t even try to restrain her moans as she worked Sunset’s pussy for all she was worth. Adagio was forced to gasp, as her legs were brought up, a harder surface would have made this a submission hold, but Sunset had enough control that even with the slight lift to her back Adagio could breathe. Yet that breath was taken from her quickly, as Sunset’s wandering fingers made their way to the tight pucker of Adagio’s anus, and prodded it coyly.

Sunset took her time, lapping at Adagio’s clit back and forth. Her fingers teasing Adagio’s secret trigger. Sunset then drew her head up, suckling her fingers to moisten them, before slowly descending back to her lover’s moist folds to continue lapping. With the added moisture her finger slid easily into Adagio’s ass. Even muffled, Adagio’s husky groans were a clear indicator of just how close she was to another orgasm.

“Mmm my little butt slut loves this doesn’t she?” Sunset groaned, riding the wonderful fullness of her lover’s tongue writhing within her folds. Sunset earned little response beyond muffled mewls of pleasure, but with a sudden plunge of her finger Sunset felt a full shiver, and was satisfied. Sunset returned to Adagio’s swollen clit, suckling now, her ministrations harder and faster as she attempted to drive Adagio over the edge.

“MNPH” Adagio screamed as the first orgasm ripped through her, her walls all tightening as her body stiffened. Sunset had no intention of stopping, suckling more, thrusting her fingers more as the combined itch and thrum of dual stimulation pulled Adagio into wave after wave of bliss. In that moment Adagio quaked, her strong core fighting against Sunset. In that moment Sunset lifted from Adagio’s face, continuing the assault and bringing the seizing siren to yet another orgasm. “OH FUCK YES, OH GODS~” Adagio screamed feeling her grip slip completely under Sunset’s pounding movements.

It took minutes for Sunset to finish, toying with Adagio until all she could do was silently shake. Unceremoniously Sunset dropped Adagio’s legs, and returned her needy sex to the gasping Siren’s face. “Oh you’re not done yet,” Sunset whispered, sliding her pussy over Adagio’s mouth to put a fine point on her words. “Ge-OH yes just like th-AH-t,” she moaned, as Adagio quickly recovered and began working Sunset’s pussy with renewed vigor. Sunset could feel the pressure in her loins now building to a natural head, and with it so did the force at which she rode Adagio’s face.

Adagio could feel the natural apex of her lover’s pleasure coming, but with a sly movement, began slowly coiling her skilled tongue to the slightly less sensitive regions of Sunset’s pussy. Sunset whined unhappily as her building orgasm seemed to plateau just at the point of release, but with every lick away from Sunset’s most sensitive regions Adagio made one quick flick back. In this way Sunset rode, her orgasm becoming a torturously slow crawl to the finish line. Despite the pace Sunset could still feel herself building to an orgasm the slowed pace bringing her to an even higher peak through denial.

“Mmm, oh gods I’m, unf!” Sunset moaned, now feeling the pressure build beyond Adagio’s ability to torture her. Sunset could feel herself at the peak, and Adagio feeling the desperate pressure grow on her face responded with determined and sudden tongue movements. Sunset’s legs shook violently as the orgasm hit her all at once. Sunset groaned loudly through the immense quaking satisfaction of the release, the walls of her drenched pussy now pulsing as fast as her heart. From somewhere the digital version of a camera shutter sounded, in no way distracting the two lovers locked in the grip of sudden incredible climax.

After several moments of gasping aftershocks atop Adagio’s head, Sunset slid off and wrapped herself around Adagio. Adagio was, at this moment, reminded of how wonderful oxygen was, as she too worked to catch her breath from the partial suffocation of Sunset’s powerful thighs. “Mmm Dagi that was amazing,” Sunset whispered huskily, staring into the eyes of her disheveled lover. Her hair was a mess, the makeup she’d worn ruined from sweat and other fluids from their intense lovemaking, but her smile shone with beauty well beyond any mess of their passion. “You’re amazing,” Sunset corrected after a moment of looking into those hypnotic wine colored eyes.

“Only half as amazing as you,” Adagio whispered, her voice slightly hoarse from the effort of being fucked without mercy. Lacing their fingers Adagio nuzzled herself comfortably amongst the pillows and the warmth of her lover, skin glistening with sweat as an almost palpable afterglow radiated from them.

“I think you’re both totes amazing,” came the soft lilt of Sonata’s voice from behind Sunset as the lithe arms of her bubbly lover, and now partial employee, surrounded her, and began to slowly pull her back.

“Yep, we all pretty much kick ass, but you both stink like sweaty angry drunken fucking, and I’m not washing the sheets,” Aria chuckled, her more chiseled arms pulling at Adagio as the two naked women groaned at being pulled apart before their afterglow nap. “Oh quit bitching, it’s time for a bath, and then in the morning we’re all gonna have hangovers. Sound good?” Aria chuckled pulling Adagio into her arms like a bride and striding to the master bath behind Sonata.

Twin groans resounded from the two tired intoxicated women, as the water began to run.
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“Pbht?” Fluffle Puff asked, holding the hair of her precious Chrysalis, as the poor woman retched mightily against the toxic amount of wine she had taken. Knelt next to the porcelain throne as they had been for the last five minutes, the sounds of passion finally stopping from upstairs.

“Guh yes my dear I’m fine, has the madness from upstairs finally ended?” Chrysalis asked weakly to Fluffle Puff, whom simply nodded in reply. “Good, I’d hate to disturb the two love bu-GRUH!” Chrysalis retched, unpleasantly expelling more of the contents of her stomach.

“Pbht pbhttt,” Fluffle said flatly, her eyes rolling as she patted the soft sea green locks.

“I know I know, fifteen is too many,” Chrysalis groaned miserably, finally rising from her spot and washing her face in the sink. The cool water felt amazing on her immensely overheated face. After a moment of enjoying the relative relief from expelling the poison she’d inundated herself with. “Ok dear, I apologize for that,” Chrysalis whispered, blushing as she averted her eyes from the gaze of Fluffle. Puking violently in front of one’s lover was hardly the romantic composure Chrysalis had strived for through the night.

Chrysalis gasped softly as her soft pink lover embraced her and purred in gentle adoration. In one movement of strength far beyond what any observer might attribute to the small pink woman, Fluffle Puff hefted Chrysalis into her arms like a bride, and walked her slowly out of the bathroom and into the attached guest room. In a moment they were settled in bed, and Chrysalis' tummy was being pleasantly rubbed by her lover. “Fluffle? I love you,” Chrysalis whispered, as sleep began to take her.

Fluffle simply purred, the gentle sound like a lullaby to Chrysalis. Neither woman would be privy to the soft sound of a digital camera shutter, too enraptured by the comfort of each other.

“Score,” Pinkie whispered, adding the second picture to her album of friends in her phone, as she slowly backed away from the guest room door. With a muffled click the ninja of the village hidden in the balloons worked to stealthily make her way to her own guest bed.

“Oh Pinkie~” four voices chorused from behind her as she halted her foot above the top step of the stairs. 8 hands sliding over her, Pinkie considered aborting her mission with the sleepy time cupcake she’d hid in her blouse, but before she could all four of the women behind her began to drag her into the master bedroom. Thus the noble party shinobi was captured, and fiercely cuddled. She did not speak of her mission, taking it with her to her dreams, but her captors didn’t seem to mind.