Chapter 70

I sat quietly in the driver’s seat of the old Diplomat, peering out through the windshield at the expanse of desert that lay before us. I chewed my bottom lip, wondering if these coordinates were right, after all it was just our interpretation of Rarity’s message that we were going on, and to be honest, I really didn’t know what else it could have meant.

Hopefully it wasn’t a trap. Hopefully they didn’t already realise we knew their next pickup location and decided to pull a fast one and move it, leaving Sunset and I sitting out here in the middle of nowhere like a couple of assholes.

“What time is it?” I wondered, turning my head to look out the side window. “Looks like about noon-ish.” I concluded, after checking the length of the shadow at the base of a dead stump nearby.

I inhaled sharply as a jolt of electricity shot up my spine, causing me to let my head rest on the back of my seat. “Holy shit, Sunny.”

I heard a muffled giggle from in front of me, and I looked down to see the mound of red and yellow bobbing up and down above my lap.

Sunset was lying across the front seat, using her mouth to pleasure me while we waited to see if the chopper was going to show up. She was holding my erection at the base with her bare hand as she slid her lips up and down my length while tapping into my thoughts, feeling herself bringing me closer to orgasm in her mouth with each pass of her soft, wet lips over my head.

She had practiced this method with me over the course of the past week, during most of which we spent naked in the hotel room, draining each other of our fluids using several enjoyable methods. Her mind reading started off a little rocky, but once she learned how to stave off the tidal wave of information that would come into her mind when she touched me, she was able to quickly zero in on my real-time thoughts and feel what I was feeling.

This is exactly what she was doing right at that moment. Having my thoughts and sensations at her fingertips had given her an edge in the pleasure department, using my mind as a real-time feedback loop to adjust her methods and give me the best experience possible. She was essentially pleasuring herself, except it was actually me…or…something. To be honest, I had a hard time wrapping my head around it, but I was in no position to complain.

She was drawing me close to the end by that point, her lips tightly wrapped around me, sliding up and down my length as her tongue swirled around my head inside her mouth, flicking it in just the right spots, knowing exactly how good it felt, then continuing to concentrate on that same spot until she drove me over the edge.

And that, she did. It wasn’t long before I was biting my bottom lip as the sensation overwhelmed me, and I exploded into her throat while she relentlessly sucked one blast after another out of me until her mouth was full and I was empty.

“Mmmmm,” she moaned as I ran my hand up and down between her shoulder blades, waiting for her lips to slide off of my over-sensitive tip, hopefully without dropping any of my contribution to her mind-reading practice on my jeans as she sat up.

Sunset straightened herself up in the passenger seat, keeping her mouth closed as she ducked her head slightly with her brows furrowed, savouring the taste and texture while swallowing it down. She then turned to face me with her mouth open, sticking her tongue out while making an ‘Ahhhhh’ sound, which made me chuckle at her showmanship.

“You don’t have to show me, Sunny. I believe that you swallowed it.”

She laughed in response, wiping the corner of her mouth with her hand. “I know,” she replied. “It’s just part of the show, like a display of a job well done. Like stickin’ the landing.”

“Stickin the landing…” I nodded with a breathless chuckle. “Could you feel it?” I asked, looking at her again.

“Yeah, I felt it,” she nodded. “And hot damn, I’m good.”

“Agreed.”

Once my heart rate had slowed to a somewhat normal pace, I began tucking myself back into my pants so I could button them up as I spoke again. “How vivid is it? Like, does it feel like it’s happening to you?”

She sat back in the seat and stared out the windshield. “No…” she sighed. “I can tell it’s not me. It’s weird; it’s like an out-of-body experience or something.”

“Is it good though?”

She nodded. “Oh yeah. I’d rather be doing it than not doing it.”

“You’d probably rather have real sex though, right?” I chuckled.

She shrugged. “Depends on who it’s with.”

“Me.”

“Uh, that’d be a yes then,” she replied with a smirk

I took a moment to scan the sky one more time, and then glanced back at Sunset to speak. “You think you’re ready to do it with Flutters?”

She nodded in reply. “Yeah, I’m game. It’ll be nice when I can just lay there and feel it without having to do the work myself,” she replied.

“The story of my life,” I joked.

Sunset snorted. “Oh shut up,” she scoffed playfully. “Seriously though, it’s kind of a pain to suck you off and concentrate on the mind reading at the same time.”

“Yeah, I could see that,” I nodded, before clearing my throat. “You know I can totally see Flutters getting right into this. We might be opening a huge can of worms with this.”

“Meh,” Sunset shrugged. “She’ll be your problem if that happens.”

I sighed, taking another quick look around. “Hm. I guess.”

“What the fuck is under this seat?” I heard the red-head ask suddenly.

I looked over at her to find her bent down, pulling a plastic box out from under the seat and setting it on her lap. There was a pile of dusty old cartridges piled up in the box with different coloured labels on them. She picked one up and blew the dust off it, then stared at the label as I started laughing.

“What?” she asked, looking over at me. “What are these?”

“Eight-Track tapes,” I answered. “I can’t believe those are in here.” I reached over and picked one up to study it. “These were popular in the 60’s and 70’s, everyone and their dog had one back in the day.”

“What is it, music?” she asked.

I nodded towards the big, rectangular hole in the middle of the dash. “You put it in there and it plays music…poorly.”

She turned the one she was holding over to look at the back. “These things are huge! They must hold like, a billion songs.”

I chuckled. “More like about twelve.”

Sunset raised an eyebrow at me. “Twelve?? Are you fucked?”

“Depending on the tape.”

“Wow,” she said, looking at the front of the tape again. “That sucks,” she said, before reading the label out loud. “Led Zeppelin, Houses of the Holy.”

“Nice,” I replied, letting the tape I was holding rest on my lap, staring blankly into the desert again.

A scowl came over her face suddenly as she continued to read. “Dyer…do yer…maker…make her? What the fuck?”

I chuckled at her confusion. “It’s pronounced ‘Jamaica’.”

She looked over at me with a disgusted look on her face. “That makes no sense.”

I shrugged. “What else do you expect from a bunch of stoned Brits?”

Sunset shook her head. “I have never heard of that song.”

“I’m sure you’ve heard it. It’s that one that sounds like reggae, and the first line goes like this:” I sang the line for her.

Her eyebrows went up when she realised what song it was. “Oh shit, that’s a good song, actually. I didn’t know that’s what it was called, though,” she said, looking back at the label with a cocked eyebrow.

I laughed out loud at her reaction as I picked one of the other tapes from the box. “Here, let’s see if it works...probably not, these were pretty unreliable.”

I turned the ignition key to the accessory position and shoved the massive tape into the slot on the dash. There was a heavy clunk as the tape engaged with the mechanism in the player, making Sunset recoil in surprise, then raise an eyebrow in response as we heard an old song start to play through the speakers.

“Aw man…” I said with a dreamy smile on my face. “This song takes me back.”

Sunset was shaking her head. “I can barely hear it,” she complained, reaching out to turn it up. The hiss of white noise grew in volume along with the music, preventing her from hearing the song any better. “It sounds like shit,” she grumbled.

I wasn’t listening to her. My head was swaying along with the beat as I stared through the windshield into the sky.

Sunset was glaring at me incredulously. “Are you fucking kidding me with this?”

“What?” I replied, snapping out of my trance.

“This sucks. The sound sucks, and the song sucks.”

“Should you be saying that?” I fired back. “I mean, you literally just sucked me off.”

Sunset narrowed her eyes. “You know what I mean.”

I shook my head as I rested my arm on across the front seat-back. “This shit was pretty jammin back in the day,” I joked.

“Must have been a shitty day,” she replied, folding her arms.

I laughed again, then closed my eyes. “Damn, I wish we had this on when you were blowing me.”

Sunset scrunched her nose up. “That’s fucking weird.”

I opened my eyes to look at her with an enthusiastic smile. “You wanna do it again?”

The red-head scowled. “What? No! I just gave you a blowjob like two minutes ago.”

I sighed. “Fine then.”

We sat for a moment, listening to the song. I could see Sunset in my peripheries start to sway her knee along with the song, which made me smile, knowing she was getting into it now too.

“You like it,” I teased.

She frowned at me suddenly while chewing her bottom lip, then rolled her eyes. After rotating her body in the seat to face me, she then turned her head and looked into the back seat.

After a short pause, she spoke. “I’ll fuck you to this song.”

“Seriously?” I laughed, looking directly at her.

She nodded, letting out a snicker.

I looked at her for a moment, then at the tape sticking out of the dash, and finally at the back seat. “Aw, it’s tempting, Sunny,” I said, shaking my head, “but we should be paying attention for the helicopter.”

She sunk back down into the seat. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”

I sighed. “I just don’t think Rare would be very happy if she found out that we missed our only chance to rescue Fluttershy because were in the back seat of an ’81 Dodge Diplomat, fucking each other’s brains out to Anne Murray’s ‘Snowbird’.”

She couldn’t help but smile at the synopsis.

We both looked at the dash suddenly when we heard the music slow down and become garbled, followed by a series of rustling noises coming from the player, then finally…silence.

I sighed, then turned the ignition off. “Well, that’s the end of that, I guess.”

Sunset snickered. “Too bad, really wanted to hear that song again.”

“Really?” I asked.

“No.”

I quickly opened the car door after hearing her response, then walked around to sit on the front fender.

Sunset got out of her side, laughing at my response as she slid her body over the hood and laid with her back on the windshield, folding her arms behind her head to let it rest on them while crossing her feet on the hood.

She had her eyes closed when I turned to look at her. The sun was beating down on her face and body, and she looked content, like she had spent the past month in the Bahamas.

“You’re lookin pretty relaxed there, Sunny.”

A small grin appeared on her face. “Yeah well, a week of solid fucking will do that to a girl.”

I chuckled a bit, then looked up into the sky as she spoke again.

“Man, I’ve never seen so much cum in all my life.”

I let my eyes drop to the ground as I thought about the week I had spent with the red-head.

She wasn’t kidding. She’d drawn the stuff out of me more times than I could remember during the six days we spent in that room. The seventh day we had spent travelling to our current location in the desert, but not without stopping to continue certain activities, like the one we had just finished.

I chewed the inside of my cheek, picturing her naked body in front of me; her skin slathered in endless pearl-coloured dots and thick strands of my man-fluid. At different points in the week, she’d had it strewn across her back, her ass, her breasts and her belly; and that’s not including the few times she took it in her mouth, not to mention the countless times I released it inside of her.

Yes, Sunset Shimmer and I got to know each other very well that week.

I was still staring at the ground when she suddenly changed the subject.

“So when were you gonna tell me about Rare?”

“Hm?” I replied, turning to face her again. “What about Rare?”

“How you set her up, and you lied to me about it,” she replied.

“It was strategic planning,” I explained. “And I was gonna tell you eventually, but I couldn’t until after your CIA break-in, in case you got caught and interrogated. Then you started reading my mind, which I wasn’t expecting, so I figured I didn’t need to tell you.”

“I wouldn’t have said anything to the CIA,” she replied, keeping her eyes shut. “They can’t torture me, remember?”

I shook my head. “Pain isn’t the only way to get someone to do what you want. I’m sure Flutters will tell you the same thing when she gets back. Besides,” I continued,” it made no difference to you whether or not you knew about it.”

Sunset shook her head, keeping her eyes closed.

I didn’t get the impression that she was upset with me, after all, she must have known about this for at least few days by now.

“I thought it was weird that you were making her stay home,” she said. “I figured we would all go and kick some ass together and bring Fluttershy home.”

“And what did you learn?” I asked.

“That it’s not like that at all,” she replied.

I nodded. “Which I knew, which is why I kept her at home. She‘s no good to us out here.”

“We were no good out here either, just so you know,” Sunset quipped.

“Well, we didn’t know that when we started,” I replied, “which was even more reason to leave Rare at home, because if we hadn’t, we wouldn’t have gotten the coordinates to this location.”

“So you think ‘Us’ tried to capture her?”

I nodded. “Yeah,“ I replied, folding my arms. “When Cody was able to take Flutters so easily, it got me thinking. Now, you remember how on the way to Virginia, I said they won’t send regular agents after me because I’ll catch ‘em and squeeze ‘em?”

She finally opened her eyes to look at me. “Yeah.”

“Well,” I continued, “I was thinking that if they could be led into a trap, like say…thinking the others were just as easy to capture as Flutters, that they might try to go after Rare, not realising she’s just as dangerous as me, and voila! She fucks ‘em up, puts some pressure on ‘em and then gets the information we need.”

Sunset scowled and shook her head in confusion. “Wait, how did you know we would need coordinates to find a supply chopper? We didn’t even know the place was out in the ocean when we left.”

“I didn’t know what we needed either,” I replied. “But it doesn’t matter. Whoever Rarity interrogates will tell us what we need to know. Why do you think I kept insisting on calling her every so often; even when we were supposed to be hiding?”

“Hm,” Sunset said as she sat up and rubbed her chin. “Wait…so, you’re telling me that you and I have been driving around the country, wasting time, waiting for Rare to do our job for us?”

“No, of course not,” I replied. “Our mission was real. I wouldn’t have sent you into the CIA for no reason. Do you remember the other thing I said on the way to Virginia?”

She shook her head. “Which thing?”

“That I always win,” I answered. “And one of the first rules to winning is that you never put all your eggs in one basket.”

Sunset let out a sigh, followed by a little smirk. “You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?”

“It’s called experience, Sunny.”

She bit her lip, appearing to be deep in thought about something.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“Wasn’t that kind of a stretch? I mean, just hoping that they might come for her so she can catch and interrogate them?”

I shook my head. “I honestly wasn’t even thinking about it most of the time. It’s like fishing. You set the bait, cast the line, and hope the little bastards bite.”

“But, what if no one ever came for her?” Sunset asked.

I shrugged my shoulders.

“Wow, that’s not much of an answer, Golds,” she said.

“To be honest, this whole mission has been a stretch if you think about it,” I replied. “We’ve been flying by the seat of our pants the whole time. If we weren’t immortal, we’d totally be dead by now.”

“True. And look at all the things you and I have accomplished,” Sunset said. She gave me a little smirk, then continued to speak. “It was smart, you telling her to look after Canterlot. That way, she goes out gallivanting around, which I’m sure is what piqued their interest. That was the bait, wasn’t it?””

“Yup.” I said. “And she must have gotten herself into some kind of crazy shenanigans that got their attention.”

“But you said there’d be nothing for her to get into; that Canterlot was a quiet town,” Sunset continued, before pausing to think. “Or did you just say that because you didn’t want me to know yet?”

“Bingo.” I smiled. “I didn’t want you in the CIA knowing that. If they caught you and got that info, then ‘Us’ might have found out what they learned, and would know to stay away from Rare.”

She sighed. “Yeah.”

I watched her ruminate for a moment, noticing a sly grin creeping across her face.

“What are you smiling at?” I asked.

She chuckled a bit before answering. “I wish I could have been there, when they tried to take her. I’ll bet they were in for quite a surprise.”

I smiled back. “Oh yeah, those guys must have been shitting in their pants by the time they realised they were barking up the wrong tree.”

Sunset lied back down on the windshield and closed her eyes again. “Slice and dice, motherfuckers. You don’t mess with Rare.”

I let out a hearty chuckle, shaking my head. “No-ho-ho…you don’t. She’s the fuckin heavy artillery. She was the best person for that job, just like you were the best person for your job. Like I said, it was strategic planning. Like in chess, if you put your pieces in their most effective positions, then you win.”

All Sunset did was smile while letting out a deep sigh.

I turned to face her again. “So when did you find out? In the desert?”

“No,” she answered. “I couldn’t control the inflow very well that day, all I kept seeing was you being buried. Which, by the way, I don’t get how you’re so casual about.”

I shrugged. “It was a long time go.”

She snorted. “OK well…anyway, I found out about Rare during this past week when we were ‘practicing’.”

“Ah,” I nodded. “Practicing was fun.”

“Hell yeah, I love practicing.”

I glanced at her once more, then stood up to walk around the front of the car. I put my hands in my pockets as I sauntered along, kicking at random stones as I thought to myself. “I hope we don’t spend all day out here for nothing. I don’t know what we’ll do if this turns out to be a dead end.” I cleared my throat as I turned and paced back across the front of the car. “If this IS the chopper location, and we end up hijacking it and taking it to the base, is Sunny gonna be up for the fight? She has yet to be in a major battle, nor has she killed anyone yet, as far as I know.”

I looked at her again, lying on top of the car in a totally relaxed state, as if nothing in the entire world could go wrong. Admittedly, this was a time when I wished I could switch her out with Rarity. In battle, Rarity and I would be a devastating combination.

Sunset, while tough and tactically brilliant, was only a few notches above Fluttershy in hand-to-hand combat effectiveness, and most of that was due to having much greater physical strength than the shy girl. Although that wouldn’t include Fluttershy’s ability to use animals in battle, which she had voiced to me in the past that she didn’t like doing, but there was also the skills with firearms that I had taught her. And who knows what they’ve been teaching her in that base. “Maybe I should teach Sunny how to shoot…”

“Hey Sunny, what would you think abou-“

When I started speaking, Sunset’s eyes popped open wide. She sat up suddenly and looked around the sky. “SHHHH!!!”

I stopped talking, then after a few seconds of silence, I heard it too.

It was a helicopter.

I looked around the sky in a full circle until I located it in the distance, straight ahead of the car to the east.

“OK, we’re on, Sunny. This is it,” I said, pointing at her as she quickly slid off the hood of the car and stood next to me. We waited patiently for a moment to see where it would land before we went anywhere. It was hard to tell exactly where in the area the coordinates would be, but I did my best to try to park further away amongst some dead trees and bushes so they wouldn’t see us before they even landed. We didn’t want to be too far away, of course, or we would miss our chance entirely.

Then Sunset asked an interesting question. “Where’s the truck?”

I glanced at her for a second, and then looked around the area. She was right, Chupacabra said there would be a truck that would meet the chopper and load the supplies on board. But there was no truck in sight.

“Maybe it’s not here yet,” I replied, chewing my bottom lip as I pondered the question.

The helicopter was getting closer now. Dangerously close.

”Fuck, I hope they don’t see us.” I thought as my pulse started to pound harder.

Finally, the chopper stopped about a hundred yards from us, then began its descent to the ground.

I sighed with relief. “OK, let’s go Sunny,” I said, looking over in her direction.

She looked nervous.

“Are you up for this?” I asked.

She seemed to snap out of it, then turned towards me. “Oh…yeah. Let’s go.”

“OK,” I said, unsure if she was being truthful. It was time to find out.

We crouched down and darted back and forth between large rocks and dead bushes, slowly making our way towards the chopper. Once we got about two-thirds of the way there, Sunset and I hid behind a big rock and scanned the area to see of the truck had shown up.

It was nowhere to be seen, so we brought our eyes back the chopper for a moment, waiting patiently to make our move.

To our surprise, the side door opened and a lone person stepped out.

It was a girl. A tall, slender girl, with dirty, yellow skin and pink hair, wearing tattered gray pants and a loose shirt. She was unloading something from a cardboard box that was sitting on the floor of the chopper, setting the little dark objects on the ground at her feet, five of them in total, all of which started to move around on their own after she set them down.

She shut the door promptly, and then turned away from the chopper to look around, her hair flying around wildly in the wind created by the rotors above her head.

The whole scene was surreal; like I was dreaming, or watching a movie. There was no way I was seeing what I was seeing. It was impossible.

Sunset and I looked at each other, both of us numb with shock as the helicopter slowly lifted off, leaving the girl alone in the desert.

“Is that who I think it is?” she asked.

“Looks like it,” I replied in a daze. “Huh. Well, that was easy.”

We stood up from behind the rock to head towards the girl. She had started to move in our general direction, heading slightly to the left of us. I raised my arm to get her attention with a wave of my hand, unsure if she was noticing it as she was constantly turning around to check on the little black things that were now following her.

Sunset and I started to jog in her direction to meet her sooner. I had to restrain myself so as not to leave the red-head in my dust, but it was difficult with the excitement building up in my chest as each step brought me closer to the reunion with my girlfriend.

When we got closer, I finally realised that the little things following her were dark gray kittens. As we jogged, I turned to Sunset with a perplexed look on my face.

“Where the hell’d she get the cats?” I shook my head.

Sunset snickered. “Who cares? It’s Fluttershy!”

When I looked forward again, she had stopped in her tracks and was staring in our direction.

Sunset and I continued to jog until we were only ten feet from the pink-haired girl before we slowed to a halt. The three of us stood in silence for a moment. Not one of us was able to comprehend the fact that we were standing across from each other.

I barely recognised her. The teal in her eyes had gone dark, and her eyelashes looked shorter than before, robbing her of that cute, innocent look that she had when I first met her. Her custard-coloured skin was covered with smudges and dirt, and her clothes were practically destroyed. The gray shirt and pants she was wearing were filthy, full of bullet holes and rips, splattered with what appeared to be blood and were hanging loosely off of her slender frame.

It broke my heart to see the condition of her hair, which was normally my favourite feature of hers. It was frazzled, stringy and fluffed up all around her head, bearing more resemblance to a pink haystack than a pretty girl’s hair.

The kittens circled around her feet as she stared blankly into my eyes, looking as though she didn’t believe that the red-head and I were really standing there. I quickly glanced at Sunset, who had her hands over her mouth in shock of the shy girl’s appearance, then I returned my eyes to Fluttershy to double-check that I myself wasn’t imagining what I was seeing.

Without warning, her eyes welled up with tears and she quickly stepped forward, reaching out with her arms to wrap them round me in a tight hug. I returned the embrace, wrapping my arms around the small of her back, immediately noticing the delicateness of her stature. I had forgotten how slender she was compared to Sunset, who's body I’d become quite accustomed to after having my arms around her so many times in the past week.

Fluttershy rested her cheek on my shoulder, trying her best, but failing to hold in her joyful sobs. I closed my eyes, keeping control of my own emotions as her alien scent hit my nose suddenly. She smelled of smoke, cutting oil, gun powder, acetylene…and death.

I drew in a breath to whisper in her ear. “What have they done to you?”

She remained silent with the exception of a small sniffle, then shook her head.

I squeezed her tighter. “I’ll kill them all.”

Fluttershy lifted her head to look at me, her hollow eyes haunting me as she finally spoke. “You don’t need to.”

Her soft voice sent shivers down my spine. I had forgotten how sweet she sounded, even when saying something like this.

“God, I missed you,” I said, kissing her on the cheek, then holding her tight once again. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Goldie. I missed you so much it hurt,” she whispered. “I can’t believe I’m here with you right now; I was afraid I was never going to see you again.”

I sighed deeply, letting my elation show to the two girls. “I was never gonna stop until I had you in my arms again. Sunny and I left home the day after Cody took you, and we’ve been on the road trying to find you ever since.”

Fluttershy pulled back from me to face Sunset, who had tears in her eyes as well. “Oh Sunset…” she sobbed, letting go of me to turn and wrap her arms around the red-head.

I smiled, watching the two friends embrace tightly as tears of jubilation streamed down their cheeks. Facing me over Fluttershy's shoulder, Sunset grimaced suddenly when the smell hit her, causing me to snicker a bit at her reaction.

“Thank you,” Fluttershy said softly into her friend’s ear, “I love you, Sunset.”

The shy girl’s words visibly warmed the red-head’s heart, and she could do nothing but close her eyes and smile. “I love you too, Flutters. We were never gonna give up on you.”

After squeezing each other tightly for a moment, Sunset opened her eyes to look at me, then reached out with one arm and grabbed me by the shoulder, inviting me in to join the hug. I put an arm around each of them, feeling one of each of their arms coming to rest across my shoulders in return.

“Thank you both,” Fluttershy sniffled as we let our foreheads all rest together in a circle.

“It was the least we could do,” Sunset replied, snickering quietly.

“So, um…are you guys here to take me home?”

“Yeah, Flutters. We’re going home,” I answered, feeling like I should have been overwhelmed by emotion at the point, but the shock of meeting her here so unexpectedly had left me slightly numb.

We separated the hug and stood in a circle, facing each other with wide smiles on our faces.

Sunset finally cleared her throat, then folded her arms. “Uh, so I have a spare shirt you could wear.”

“Oh,” Fluttershy replied, looking down at herself. “Hm, I guess this one’s been through quite an adventure.”

“And uh, we should get you cleaned up,” Sunset continued. “You kind of smell like an industrial accident.”

“I know, I probably look just awful,” Fluttershy said, trying in vain to run her fingers through her hair. “I like what you did with your hair, Sunset. Did you do highlights?”

Sunset scratched her temple. “Eh, it’s a long story. We have a lot of long stories to tell, and we’ll have lots of time to tell them on the drive home.”

“Where are we?” the shy girl asked me.

I didn’t respond at first. My attention was on the helicopter that was still flying off into the distance. “Hm? Oh, uh…New Mexico.”

Fluttershy’s eyes got wide. “Oh my goodness! That’s a long way from home.”

I nodded. “Yeah,” I replied, looking down at the kittens. “So Flutters, I have to ask, where did these guys come from?”

“Oh, they were using the poor babies to control me,” she replied. “If I didn’t do what they wanted, they would kill them in front of me. They were just awful in there.”

I looked at Sunset, who I could tell was having an epiphany about what I was saying earlier about pain not being the only form of torture.

“Those fucking bastards,” Sunset cursed, shaking her head.

“It’s OK. Like I said, they’re gone,” the shy girl replied innocently. “I blew the whole place up.”

Sunset and I raised our eyebrows in surprise at the news.

“Really? So what happened? You escaped?" I asked.

"Mm-hm." Fluttershy nodded.

"How?” Sunset asked.

“I had help, but…” she looked at the ground, a look of remorse suddenly appearing on her face. “He didn’t make it.”

“Who was he? An insider?” I asked.

She nodded. “He was new there. He was…different, and he was nice to me.” Her eyes came up again to meet mine. “He set me free.”

I rubbed her arm to comfort her. It was obvious to Sunset and I that she was upset about losing her comrade, and although I wanted to ask more about it, I thought it best not to pry. “Sorry to hear that. It sounds like he was a good guy.”

She sighed, then after a moment her smile reappeared as one of the kittens rubbed against her ankle.

The red-head scowled when she noticed Fluttershy’s dirty feet. “Have you been barefoot the whole time?”

The shy girl nodded.

Sunset shook her head. “What kind of fucking people would treat someone like this?”

“Awful people,” Fluttershy replied.

I reached out to take her by the hand. “Come on, let’s get to the car,” I said. “It’s about time we head home.”

The three of us walked together towards the old Diplomat. After about twenty feet, Fluttershy pulled something from her pocket and tossed it to Sunset.

“Here, Sunset. A souvenir for you.”

The red-head studied the object; a black cylinder with a clear cap that covered a button underneath. As she flipped it open, I turned to my girlfriend to ask her a question.

“So, where’s Cody?”

Fluttershy’s face went blank. Finally, she turned to me after a moment. “Gone.”

“Are you sure?” I asked.

Her eyes went wide. “Yeah. Pretty sure. In fact, I wa-“

The shy girl’s sentence was cut off when we heard a loud explosion behind us. We turned around quickly as the shockwave thumped against our chests, and were shocked to see the helicopter in the distance falling to the Earth, completely engulfed in flames.

“HOLY SHIT! DID I JUST KILL THAT GUY???” Sunset cried as she covered her mouth, her eyes wide as saucers.

Fluttershy looked at Sunset with an eyebrow raised. “Did you push that button?”

Sunset nodded.

The shy girl faced the burning chopper again. “Oh dear, I guess the transponder did synch.”

“Synch to what?” I asked.

“Oh, I had some explosives in that, um…cardboard box with the kitties.”

I looked back at Sunset, then let out a hearty laugh.

Fluttershy giggled with me as Sunset turned to face us. “That’s not funny, you guys!”

“Oh man,” I said as my laughter continued. “I wish I had you on video there. You’re face was fuckin priceless!”

Sunset looked back at the trail of black smoke that was now rising from the burning wreckage. “I can’t believe that just happened,” she muttered, shaking her head.

The shy girl waved her off. “Oh, fuck that guy,” she said dismissively as we continued heading for the car.

Sunset held back for a moment to reflect, then ran to catch up to us.

“Was that your first kill, Sunset?” Fluttershy asked in a sweet tone.

Sunset nodded as she stared blankly at the ground.

“Ooooh, Sunny popped her cherry!” I teased, making the shy girl giggle with delight.

“I’m so glad to be with you guys again,” Fluttershy said. Her face suddenly went blank after a moment, then she looked at me with furrowed brows. “Where’s Rarity?”

“Home,” I replied.

“Really? She didn’t come?”

“It’s another one of them long stories,” I explained.

“Oh…”

“But we have her to thank for you being here right now,” I said.

My girlfriend looked up at me and smiled. “I have all of you to thank.”

The three of us finally approached the car with the kittens in tow, and a sour look immediately appeared on Fluttershy’s face.

“Who’s piece of shit is this?” she asked quietly, shocking both Sunset and I with her bluntness.

“It’s mine,” I replied. “Got a sweet deal on it. Fifteen G’s.”

Fluttershy recoiled. “Really? Where’d you get that kind of money?”

“Long story, no time,” Sunset answered flatly from the other side of the car. “Here Flutters,” she said, tossing the shy girl her red T-shirt that she’d gotten out of the back seat.

“Thanks, Sunset.” Fluttershy grabbed the bottom of the tattered gray shirt to pull it off, but paused unexpectedly. “Is anyone else around here?”

I shook my head. “No, just us.”

“OK.” She promptly lifted her shirt over her head, exposing her dirty, but beautiful breasts to me.

“Holy shit, I forgot how nice those are…”

She slipped Sunset’s red shirt over her head and pulled it down, adjusting the bottom around her waist as I stared at her nipples poking through the snug-fitting material.

I folded my arms and put my palm against my chin, placing my thumb and forefinger on both sides of my mouth. “It’s good to have you back, Flutters.”

She giggled. “Did you miss me?”

I nodded. “I missed you a LOT.”

“Here Flutters,” Sunset said, holding her hand up. “Toss me that old shirt. I’ll get rid of it for you.”

Fluttershy threw the dirty gray shirt to Sunset, who caught it and was about to throw it in the back seat, but she stopped when something caught her eye. She held the shirt up to look at the back of it, noticing two large holes had been ripped, right about where the shy girl’s shoulder blades would have been. While chewing the inside of her cheek, the red-head suspiciously shifted her eyes over to Fluttershy, who was smiling and talking quietly to me on the other side of the car.

“What happened in there?”

Author's Notes:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J83SXVjL9M8

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_pFZz3OXcMs