Chapter 97

After stepping out of the cold air, I found myself inside the vestibule of Sunset’s apartment building, blasted in the face by the heater just above the door. I scanned the tenant list for her buzz number until I found it:

I entered the code that accompanied her name and waited, listening to the intermittent drone over the speaker as the phone rang on her end.

At last, a click. I drew in a breath, ready to answer whatever she might say, but instead, all I heard was a click from the inside door when it unlocked, and then silence from the speaker.

“Hm.”

I opened the door and headed for the elevator, somewhat surprised that she hadn’t said anything over the intercom.

On Sunset’s floor, I exited the elevator, scrunching my nose as I headed down the long hallway to her suite. With a brief pause, I held my knuckles in front of the door, feeling my pulse quicken; I hadn’t seen her in almost two weeks, and a lot had happened in that time. In a way, it felt like I was visiting someone I hadn’t seen in ages.

I forced myself to knock. Then I waited, thinking about all the time I spent alone with her—roaming a different country, hiding from international spies, committing murder...fucking each other senseless. God…was that all a dream? I wondered, looking down at my shoes as I waited for an answer.

A few minutes passed until finally, I realised that the quiet drone I could hear wasn’t the building’s ventilation system, but rather the muffled sound of a blow drier coming from inside the apartment.

I rolled my eyes. Dang it, Sunny! I cursed silently, knowing I would have to wait until she was done before she could hear me knock.

So, I leaned on the wall next to her door and sighed. Looking down the hall, I scrunched my nose again. Fuck man, whose apartment smells like that? I held my breath, still hearing the hum of the blow drier through the wall. Come on, Sunny, someone’s cooking something horrendous out here!

At last, the noise stopped, so I took my chance to knock again.

This time, she responded. “Just a sec!”

Hearing her voice, familiar as it was, felt mysterious after the long absence and it caused my rapid pulse to return. The response she had given was simple, yet it carried a slight tone of urgency with it.

I knew that tone, that one specific hunger; I’d heard it many times on the road, and it caused my heart to flutter a little, knowing what I was probably in for. Feeling slightly nervous, I drew a breath and tried to create some levity for myself.

Why do I have the feeling I’m about to be sexually assaulted? I smirked as I slipped my hands into my pockets, looking down at the floor. And why am I so OK with it?

The locks clicked suddenly, one-by-one.

My heart skipped a beat.

Then the door swung open, revealing the red-head in nothing but a light-blue bathrobe. Her hair was straighter than normal, having just been blow-dried and brushed. It had lost more of that dark brown shade left over from the dye since I’d last seen her.

The next thing that hit me was a wave of humidity and fragrance, obviously a product of the shower she’d just stepped out of; her skin was smooth and clean, her hair soft, and her scent:

Sweet. Delicious. Fresh.

Exquisite.

I hadn’t realised until then how much I missed that soft drink aroma that followed her around.

Oh god, how I missed it.

All of these stimuli hit me at once and it took some time to process it, but I managed to regain my grasp on the moment before long. I put on a smart grin and gave her a nod.

“Evenin’ ma’am, did someone order a rape victim?”

Sunset rolled her eyes, sighed, and with one hand on the door frame, she reached out with the other to grab a handful of my T-shirt. “Get in here,” she ordered, pulling me inside the apartment.

I obeyed and stepped past her when she released me to close the door behind us. After a quick look around the apartment to reacquaint myself with it, I turned to say something to Sunset just in time to see her unravel her belt and flip the robe off her shoulders, revealing every inch of her bear, olive-toned body to me.

“Uh…hi.” My eyes widened; I was unable to move or think.

She stepped towards me briskly, slid her hands around my sides and up my back, past my shoulder blades to hook her fingers over the tops of my shoulders, pulling herself close. Without a sound, other than a sharp gasp, she connected her lips to mine and forced her tongue into my mouth without reservation or care for what I may have been thinking. Probing deeply, Sunset searched for every drop of flavour she could find; her tongue met mine, licking the edges of it with the tip of hers before spiralling it around in a frantic whirlwind, making sure to replace every drop of my saliva with hers.

She broke the kiss suddenly and exhaled into my mouth, her forehead resting against mine. Her bare breasts mashed against my chest, transferring their heat through my shirt and into my skin as she thrust her pelvis forward, grinding her mound into the tent that had already been pitched in the front of my pants. My hands found themselves on the small of her back; her skin was still hot and damp from the shower, warming my palms and fingers as she looked straight into me, gazing intensely with those hungry, turquoise eyes of hers.

“Ohh fuck, it’s already starting,” she moaned, her eyelids fluttering. “On top of everything else…”

“What do you mean: ‘everything else?’” I asked, confused.

“I’m…grr!” She growled impatiently, closing her eyes. “I’ve been really hard-up these past few days,” she declared, “like, on my own, I mean. All that time I spent with Twi and her brother; it was fun at first, but by the end I just wanted to fuck the shit out of something, and all I could think of was you.”

My breathing stopped momentarily when that little spark went off inside my chest. “Um…” —I paused to clear my throat— “you, wanted…I mean, without the magi-“

Sunset backed up enough to look me in the face and pressed her index finger against my lips. “Shh! Less talk, more cock.”

She walked past me suddenly, leaving me to stare mindlessly at the door as she headed deeper into the apartment. Finally, I blinked a few times when I realised I was standing there by myself, and so I turned to see where she’d gone.

Sunset had approached the dining table by the left wall, just outside of the kitchen. There was a large stack of mail and flyers that had accumulated in her absence, which she had obviously brought up from her mailbox and stacked there with intentions of going though it at some point.

My eyes fixated on her firm backside as she approached the table and, with a single sweep, shoved the heap of papers onto the floor, which slapped loudly when they landed on the tiles and slid, spreading themselves halfway through the kitchen.

Sunset spun around to face me next, placing her hands on the edge of the table before hopping up and sitting on it. She laid back and shifted upwards so she could set her heels on the edge, bringing her knees into the air to separate them, exposing her womanhood to me in complete, explicit detail. With a long exhale, she stared at the ceiling for a few seconds before lifting her head to look through her legs at me.

“Come get it.”

I rubbed the back of my neck, stunned by the utter obsceneness of the invitation. I had seen Sunset like this countless times, but after the extended absence I needed to ease into things a bit—for a minute, at the very least. “Uh, Sunny…I don’t…like, I ju-“

“What’s the problem?”

“N-…nothing, it’s just…I need some time to warm up is all.”

Those turquoise eyes of hers dropped suddenly, studying the bulge in my pants. “You’re pitching a tent, dude. You’re fucking ready. Now…” —she reached down with her fingers and divided her labia, showcasing every single detail of her glistening anatomy for me— “Destroy.”

My hand was on my forehead by then. “God damn, Sunny…I mean, what the fuck.” My eyes were glued to that swollen vulva, spread wide for me to behold; that little red bead glared at me from the upper end of that glistening valley, the delicate minoras fanned out like the head of a cobra, leading the eye down to that teardrop-shaped opening, red and throbbing, soaked with slick moisture and waiting to be invaded.

The scent of that moisture hit me within seconds; it’s creamy, yet slightly tangy musk was enticing to say the least, reminding me of its flavour, its warmth, and what it felt like to be covered in it. Before long, my length had gone from being simply erect to throbbing excitedly.

“OK I’m ready!” I said hastily as I unclasped my belt, then unzipped my pants with shaky fingers and tore them open, reaching inside to fish out my erection.

Sunset’s breathing intensified instantly as she watched, her nethers buzzing with anticipation when she saw that hard length bob into view. “Ohhhh yeah, that’s what I wanna see!”

I grabbed her by the hips and pulled her to the edge of the table, set the head of my length between those soft, warm petals and pushed firmly, sinking every rock-hard inch into the tight inferno that was Sunset Shimmer.

She responded immediately, by tilting her head back with enough force to lift her shoulders from the tabletop. She let out a deep growl, her teeth gritted firmly as a sharp gasp hissed through them. “RRRRRHHH! Yeah...that’s it!”

Her heat was intense, wrapped tightly around me as I drove far into her depths, my length soaked instantly in her smooth wetness. Looking down at the point of entry, no part of me was visible anymore—only the red framework of her womanhood, still splayed by her fingers and shining with moisture in the dim lights of her apartment.

From there, I let my eyes explore her body; moving past her toned belly, my sights eventually landed on that wonderful bust. With both hands still between her legs, her arms pushed her breasts together in this position, and they jiggled enticingly as her body trembled with endless delight. Her nipples pointed at the ceiling, stiff with excitement from the sensation of having her soaked flesh so wonderfully penetrated.

Unable to resist that delicious, ripe fruit, I leaned forward and took one breast into my mouth and then began to thrust into her. I sucked gently on that throbbing bud, savoring the sensation of her hot interior sweeping along my length, each stroke churning her sensitive flesh, spreading her moisture between us as her breathing elevated more and more. Barely a minute in, her juice had been smeared across our abdomens and our bodies slid together haphazardly, writhing together on that hard tabletop.

Sunset had released herself by then and was reaching around my back, where she found a couple handfuls of my shirt to hang onto as she endured the wonderful assault. Her legs wrapped themselves around my waist and she hooked her feet behind my back; her eyes were closed and she was biting her lip furiously, moaning shamelessly after each thrust, feeling herself inching closer and closer to that explosive euphoria.

“Oohhh!…Fuck, I needed this,” she panted, her breath hitching when I switched my mouth to her other breast. “Ohh, s-so good...” she grunted. “It’s so...fucking...GOOD!”

This wasn’t going to be a long session. This I knew for a fact: her heat, her abundant wetness that had already found itself everywhere, her panting, her fresh skin, her want; all of it was so intense, so relentlessly thrilling. Such a desperate need for fulfillment had made her crazy with lust, and that, coupled with the feel of her warm, supple interior wrapped so tightly around me made it impossible to contain myself—and before long, both Sunset and I reached the finish line together.

With a mouthful of her breast, my peak hit quite suddenly; the sensation spiked and I began to throb vigorously, spilling pulse-after-pulse of my load into her quivering depths just as her own release found its way out from between her folds, its hot gush soaking our bellies and washing down her hips to pool up on the tabletop below.

Neither of us spoke. We just stared at each other, panting heavily as our flooded, slippery nethers remained interlocked, passing twitches back and forth in the aftermath of what we’d just shared.

Sunset released my shirt and flattened her hands against my back, rubbing my shoulder blades slowly as she stared at the ceiling, reflecting on what her body had just experienced, and just how badly it had needed it.

With a content sigh, I placed a kiss between her breasts and then turned my head to rest my cheek there.

After a moment, her hands left my back and she placed her palms on her forehead to rub her brow. “Ohh god…I SO needed that.”

“Yeah, I’d say so,” I replied, staring at the erect nipple in front of my face while I listened to her heartbeat slowly return to normal. “You kind of, um…lost your mind there, for a bit.”

“Mmm…yeah, sorry about that.” She swallowed. “I thought that might happen. The past few days have been…trying, to put it lightly. I was already pretty turned on from, like…Twi’s brother, and having to go two whole weeks without any action —after having tons of action— I got back here and asked for you to-“

“Use me?”

“Ugh...” She rolled her eyes. “Sure. Yeah. So like I was saying, I was already horny as Tartarus, and when you got here, the magic kicked in right away and I was just like: fuck, FUCK!”

“You seem OK now.”

She nodded. “Yeah, it’s…I’ll be fine now. I’m good.” She paused, frowning. “I think.”

After a quiet moment, I placed my hand on her hip and ran it up her side until I reached her breast. She responded by squeezing me with her legs when I began to play with her nipple, rolling it idly between my thumb and forefinger.

“So,” I sighed, “you have a thing for Twi’s brother?”

Sunset cleared her throat. “Tshh…sort of. Like…yeah, a little. I guess.”

“You have feelings for him?”

“No.” she replied abruptly. “I can’t, you know that. It’s just…like, a physical thing.”

“Oh…”

She licked her lips and stared at the ceiling. “It’s just, he’s so…hot. I don’t know…” She shook her head next, rolling her eyes. “Ugh…that Cadance; she’s such a lucky little bitch.”

I lifted my head to look at her. “Who’s that, his wife?”

She nodded.

“You don’t like her?”

The red-head sighed. “No, I do. She’s great, actually. I’m just being…you know.”

I nodded. “Right,” I replied, lowering my eyes to her collarbones. “You know, you should probably rein that in if you’re gonna be working for him.”

She closed her eyes. “Yeah, I know.” After a pause, she opened her eyes again and stared at the ceiling, nibbling on her lip. “It’s OK, I’m hardly even gonna see him right now anyway. I’m just gonna be on call until things pick up.”

“What were you guys doing up there for so long?”

Sunset shrugged. “I hung out with Twi a lot. Her family too, a bit, but I did spend a lot of time with Shiny; he showed me the office and the surrounding area, just to give me a feel for the clientele we might have. And we spent a lot of time having coffee and talking about how to market ourselves, and we made some action plans n’ stuff like that…”

She trailed off for a moment. I listened, waiting for her to continue.

“It’s just,” —she furrowed her brows— “when I was talking to him, he would do things sometimes, like a certain expression or body language; he’s just such a…grr! Cutie...or whatever. I just, sometimes I just wanted to…” She stopped and shook her head.

I let out a sigh. “Well Sunny, like I said, if you’re gonna be working for him, you need to get a handle on that; you don’t want to complicate things and mess up your career, or end up having an affair with him or something.”

“What?” She scowled. “I wouldn’t do that; that’s Twi’s family!”

“I’m just sayin-“

“Besides,” she continued, ”whenever I got like that, it was never actually him I would end up thinking about fucking.”

I stared at her, waiting.

“When I got turned on, I would always, um…” She made sure to avoid eye contact, looking somewhat bashful. “I…I would think about you. Every time. Whenever he would get me going, no matter what he did to cause it, my mind would always come back to you.”

A wave of goosebumps washed over my skin suddenly, and my thoughts went back to the things Rarity and Fluttershy were saying before I left; all of it made perfect sense, especially after hearing Sunset say this.

I decided to take the plunge.

“Sunny?”

She looked up at me, her eyes locking squarely with mine.

“Do you…have feelings for me?”

Her breathing stopped for a moment, then a slight scowl became visible on her brow, followed by a dismissive chuckle. “Pfft! What? No, you…I’m not in love with you, Golds; I…I told you before, I can’t be. Remember?”

I exhaled and nodded silently, wondering if that feeling in the pit of my stomach was relief or disappointment. “Yeah,” I replied. “I know; you’re not really human. I was just asking…cuz of what you just said. Plus…” I rose slightly and pointed downward, between us.

She lifted her head to look, reminded suddenly of the rigid length and the hot, gooey flood that occupied her depths. “Oh…well yeah, there’s that, but…that’s just something we do, you know?…f-for fun.”

“And, to…sedate your magic.”

“Right,” she nodded quickly. “Exactly. I mean, all that stuff I just said, about thinking about you when I was horny: that’s just cuz I can fuck you. And...I-I like fucking you. A lot. But I mean, I can’t fuck Shiny; that would be bad. Heh, that would be SO bad! Shit, could you imagine?”

“Yeah...” I mumbled, turning to my right to look at the mail that had been swept to the floor.

“But, I-I mean, it’s not like I only thought about you then, when I was…you know,” she continued, apparently worried that she had put me off. “I thought about you a lot when I was talking to Shiny about the rescue mission; and like, when I was hanging out with Twi, I thought about you when she was talking about being trained…” —she ran her fingers through her hair, staring at the ceiling as she continued— “and…I don’t know, I just…I thought a lot about being on the road with you, seeing some of the amazing things you did, like in Vegas…or in California, when you made me those nachos...after giving me the best fuck of my life. Heh!…I thought about some of the funny shit you say, and all the joking around we did. And then there’s all the things you taught me, and…I don’t know, this whole thing with Shiny, being all hot and bothered all the time; I don’t know if it was really him so much as I just…” —she paused suddenly, realising she’d been rambling— ”missed you.”

Those last two words seemed to slip out purely by mistake; as soon as she said them, she bit her lip and held her breath, looking like she really wished she hadn’t.

But she did day it, and now the two of us found ourselves staring at one another in utter silence, unsure of what to say.

I raised a brow, finally, and then cleared my throat, removing my hand from her breast to rub the back of my neck. “Uh…Sunny? I’m pretty sure all that stuff you just said is…pretty much like being in love...actually.”

Her eyes widened just enough for me to notice, and her lips began to move, trying to decide what response to give. “I…well, it’s…you,” —she scowled suddenly, shaking her head— “just...shut up!” She put a hand on my shoulder and pushed me away, looking down between us. “You should probably take your dick out; it’s starting to go soft.”

I looked down at her glistening mound, realising she was right; my manhood had become something of a soaking wet noodle by that point, and was about to slip out of her soft grip. “Oh...yeah, I guess.”

“Wait-wait,” she said quickly, stopping me from going any further. “I just need some…hang on.” She reached above her head to grab a metal napkin dispenser that sat on the far side of the table, next to the wall. With a sigh, she yanked several napkins from it as I watched, her expression one of tedium, as if wiping sex juice from yourself while lying naked on the dinner table was just an ordinary, mundane task.

I cocked a brow, noticing how this particular napkin dispenser looked distinctly like the kind you typically find in many diners and restaurants. “Nice, uh…napkin dispenser,” I said in a suspicious tone. “Where’d you get it?”

She paused momentarily, then pulled out a few more napkins. “Umm, I maybe…obtained it from a certain dining establishment…illegally.”

“Right,” I nodded, as she lined her hand with the napkins, then put her other hand against my stomach to guide me away.

“OK, go.”

I backed away, and Sunset quickly slapped the papers over her crotch just as a thick, white river began to pour from the base of her slit.

“So,” I said, reaching for a few napkins of my own as she wiped herself. “Am I to assume that you in fact stole these napkins from somewhere?”

She nodded, folding them up and using the dry side to continue wiping between her layers. “Yeah…from that place around the corner; you know, the place we went the night you turned me.”

“Hm.” I proceeded to clean myself up as she continued.

“Well…technically, it was Scootaloo who stole it for me.”

“Who?” I looked at her again. “Oh wait, wasn’t she our waitress that night?”

Sunset nodded. “Yeah. Anyway, I ate there with Rainbow Dash one night a few weeks later, and on our way out, Scootaloo hands me this napkin dispenser and tells me I’m gonna need it.” She rolled her eyes, shaking her head. “Fucking little smart-ass! She said it right in front of Dash, too—probably trying to impress her.”

“Well she’s not wrong,“ I replied, pointing between Sunset’s legs. “I mean, you are using them for the exact thing she was insinuating.”

She let her head rest on the table, looking at the ceiling again. “Yeah...still…” The napkins were saturated by then, so she balled them up and dropped them to the floor, then she snickered when she heard them splat on the tiles. Unfortunately, her laughter squeezed more of the pearl-coloured juice from inside her, and a fresh stream of it gushed downward, seeping between her cheeks below.

I pointed at her. “Sunny, there’s more.”

She already knew it, having felt the warm tickle running down her crack. “GAH!” she yelped, thrusting her hips into the air to keep it off the table as she snatched a single napkin from the dispenser and slapped it over her crease. She stared at me nervously, followed by a blush and a smirk. “Oops.”

“Nice catch.”

Sunset sat up partway to adjust the napkin. “Jeez, Golds! What, did you step-up production or something? This is like…a TON of jizz.”

I chuckled and shook my head. “Nah,” I replied, tossing my own napkin aside before tucking my floppy, damp length into my pants. “It’s probably cuz I’ve only had sex once this week, with Flutters. On Wednesday…I think.”

Sunset looked at me, surprised. “You only had sex once this week?”

“Yeah,” I replied, pulling my zipper up.

“Seriously?” Sunset grabbed a few more napkins and continued to wipe herself. “I thought the three of you would have been at each other like rabbits this whole time.”

“No, not really. It was kind of a weird week.”

The red-head paused and looked at me with a cocked brow. “So, then…” —her eyes shifted side-to-side— “what’d you guys do the whole time, like...talk?”

I snorted, amused by her perplexity. “Yeah Sunny, we talked. We do that from time-to-time, you know? Like, we enjoy each other’s company n’ shit.”

“Well…you know what I mean; I just thought-“

“You should have seen us the week before,” I cut in. “Starting on Halloween, every night that week was a total fuck-fest, right up until Friday. Now THAT was a fun week.”

“Mm-hm,” she mumbled indifferently as she plunged her middle finger into her vagina, trying to scoop out as much lingering cum as she could. “And uh…at what point did you sneak AJ in there?” she asked, over the squipping sound of her finger moving about.

I paused, caught off-guard by the question—and the scenery. “Oh…you heard about that, eh?”

“Yeah,” she replied, wiping her fingers off with a napkin, followed by her crotch once more. “Well, no one actually told me, I just got a text-video from Rainbow Dash of her running AJ over with a tractor and I kinda put two-and-two together.”

“Ugh,” I groaned, rubbing my eyes. “I swear to god, those two…”

“Did Dash go for it too?”

I shook my head. “No.”

“What about Pinkie Pie?”

“No.”

“Oh…well, has there been any inkling from either of them...you know, wanting it?”

“Not really,” I replied. “Well, actually…Pinks let Flutters grope her tit that one night for no reason, but other than that, no.”

Sunset sighed. “I’m not even gonna ask.”

I smirked at the red-head as she laid back and exhaled noisily, staring upward.

The conversation reminded me of something that I found rather strange, and I began to nibble on the inside of my cheek as I thought about Rainbow Dash. “I don’t get her.”

“Who?” Sunset asked, not moving.

“Dashie,” I replied. “Like...she was so pumped when AJ turned, but...what I don’t understand is: if she was so excited about it, why she wouldn’t wanna do it herself?”

As Sunset ruminated for a moment, she brought her hands up to play with her breasts, inhaling slowly through her nostrils. “Mmm...” she hummed, “Dash is the type who’ll stick to her guns about stuff like that...but at the same time, she’ll still be supportive of her friends for whatever they choose to do—if that makes any sense.” She shrugged and shook her head. “I mean, she is the element of loyalty after all.”

Considering this, I let my eyes drift down to the floor as Sunset finally slid off the table and stood, turning her back to me.

“My ass is still wet isn’t it?”

I glanced at her backside and noticied the lower half of her cheeks glistening. “Yeah. Here, let me get it,” I said, grabbing the napkins. Sunset took a deep breath and hooked her hands around the back of her neck, lacing her fingers together as I wiped her ass dry.

“I can’t believe how messy that got for a little quickie,” she chuckled.

“Heh…yeah, you weren’t kidding about being hard-up,” I replied, tossing the soggy napkins with the others. “There, good to go,” I said, with a light spank on her left butt-cheek.

“Thanks Golds. You’re such a gentleman,” she quipped, turning to face me.

“Yeah,” I nodded, “that’s uh, what the minister’s wife keeps telling me.”

The red-head snorted and placed a light slap on my chest. “Whatever, dude.”

After a short bout of snickering, Sunset and I wound up staring silently at one another. Feeling a hint of awkwardness creep in, I scratched my temple and turned away slightly. “So…what now?”

“W-…what do you mean?” she asked, folding her arms across her bust. She shifted them down below her breasts next, then quickly brought her arms back up to cover them again, unsure of how to present herself.

“Like…I don’t know,” I said, feeling the discomfort growing between us. “If…I mean, if we’re done here, should I…go?”

Her eyes shifted onto the door behind me.

“I…” She trailed off, biting her lip anxiously as she looked at me again.

I couldn't be sure what she was thinking; she honestly hadn't had much time alone after being away for so long, and now that she’d gotten what she needed from me, she probably just wanted to have that much-needed space, but didn’t quite have the heart to send me on my way.

I figured I’d save her the trouble and do it for her.

“It’s OK, Sunny. I’ll, uh…I’ll get out of your hair.” I spun around and headed for the door.

She unravelled her arms and stepped forward hastily, reaching her hand out. “Golds, wait…”

I stopped and turned back to find her fingertips only a few inches from my shoulder.

She hesitated and withdrew her hand slightly, closing her fingers.

“Stay.”

I paused, not expecting this request. “Really?”

She tightened her lips and nodded. “Yeah. I’d really like it, actually…if you stayed.”

It felt nice to hear this, and it caused a fluttering warmth to resonate through me, forcing me to turn away again to hide my face, just in case my expression made it obvious how I was feeling.

Once settled, I turned back to face her as she continued to speak.

“I was hoping you would stay, even…like, before I asked you to come over; I just…” —she wrung her hands together nervously— “I…I didn’t wanna keep you from Rare and Flutters is all.”

“Oh…nah,” I waved her off. “They’re fine. It was them, actually, who told me to come here, cuz I was the same way: I didn’t know how they’d feel about me coming here just to fuck y-“

Her eyes widened. “Hang on, they knew?”

I nodded. “Yeah. I was on the couch with them when you texted. They saw the whole conversation.”

“Ooh…” Sunset cringed. “Sorry about that. I…didn’t know.”

I shook my head. “It’s fine. They were actually…pretty excited about it. Like I said, they were the ones to told me to come, so it’s all good.”

“Hm…” She rubbed her chin thoughtfully. “So, they’re cool with this? That you came here just to fuck me?”

“Yeah, of course. Remember the pact we made in the hot tub? Between the four of us, everything's fair game.”

She nodded. “Yeah, I know; it’s just…I’m still getting used to it, is all. We were in a weird mood that night, and now it's just...I don't know.”

“I hear ya, Sunny.”

A pause.

Sunset was chewing her lip when she turned to look at the couch. “Uh…so, you wanna watch something?” she asked, turning back to me. “Or we could play some games?”

I scratched behind my ear. “Sure…” I said as I happened to turn and look at the table, noticing a wet ass-print near the edge. “Uh, before we do that though, Sunny, we should probably clean the table off. Just...as a common courtesy to whoever might end up eating there next.”

Sunset snorted. “It’ll probably be me anyway, but I guess you’re right.”

After a quick trip to the closet, Sunset produced a spray bottle full of some unknown cleaner and a cloth, then returned to the table—still naked. She sprayed the surface down and wiped it clean, then she ventured into the kitchen, stepping over the pile of mail to set the cleaning supplies on the counter before turning to look down at the mess.

“Fuck,” she sighed, hooking her hair behind her ear. “I wish I didn’t throw all this crap on the floor now.”

I shrugged. “Eh…it happens. Pretty standard fit of passion.”

“Still,” she chuckled, turning away from me to bend over and pick up a few of the papers.

My eyes widened at the sight of her, bent at the waist before me, those smooth, shiny lips peeking out from between her thighs as she reached down to gather up a small stack of envelopes.

“Uh…Sunny? You know, you might wanna think about bending at the knees next time.”

“Huh?” She glanced at me inquisitively as she straightened up to set the envelopes on the counter. Then a smirk crossed her face when she realised what she’d done. “What, you didn’t like that?”

I leaned on the kitchen door frame, raising a hand as I replied. “Well, i-it’s not that, I just-“

“OK well...how about this?” Sunset turned her back to me once again and stood with her feet far apart, straddling the papers on the floor. Keeping her knees straight, she bent at the waist again, arching her back to stick her ass out in a very exaggerated way as she reached down to gather up a few more pieces of mail. “Ahhhh...yeah, I’m just gonna…pick up some more of this mail here…” she grunted, then exhaled slowly.

The view from where I was standing was…quite spectacular.

“Wow Sunny, that is…graphic.”

“Yeah?” she giggled, wiggling her hips a bit.

“Oh yeah,” I replied. “Like, I can see everything…and I mean EVERYTHING.”

“Mmmmm. Aren’t you glad you stayed now?”

“Well, I was glad before, but now I’m even…uh, more...gladder?” I paused to chew my lip for a moment, then I shook my head and reached into my pocket next, searching for my phone. “Hey Sunny, you mind if I take a picture?”

Sunset was still bent down, half teasing me, and half interested in actually reading her mail. “Oh shit, my Sam’s Club membership expir-“ She stopped suddenly when her brain alerted her to the words ‘take a picture,’ and she looked through her legs to see an inverted image of me standing behind her, holding my phone out. “HEY!” She straightened up quickly and spun around, pointing her finger at me. “Don’t you fucking dare!”

I lowered the phone and looked at her, confused. “What? That was a great shot; you could see your butthole and everything.”

“OK, do NOT.” She cocked her head, glaring sternly.

I rolled my eyes and sighed. “Mrrh…” I grumbled quietly as I stuffed the phone back into my pocket. “Fine. Here, let me give you a hand with these.”

Once the mail was stacked on the table again, Sunset and I made our way into the living room, where I took a seat at the left end of the couch while she stood in front of the TV to turn everything on and gather the remotes.

I sat back and crossed my feet, rubbing my chin—my eyes glued to Sunset’s naked rear-end.

Was she ever planning on getting dressed?

“OK...” she sighed, turning to head for the couch. She flopped down at the far end, breasts jiggling shamelessly as she came to rest on the cushion. “You wanna watch a movie?”

“Sure.”

Sunset began scrolling through the menu on the TV. “What do you wanna watch?...Fuck, I don’t even know what’s out now.”

I folded my arms and drew a breath. “Uh…something horror.”

She glanced at me. “Really?”

I nodded. “Yeah. Flutters won’t watch any of that stuff.”

“Ah.”

“She won’t watch anything unless it’s like…happy candy clouds or whispered dreams, you know? That kind of crap. Or anything with animals.” I huffed and shook my head. “I mean, I love her to death, but…I swear to god, if I have to watch ‘Homeward Bound’ one more time, I’m gonna lose it.”

Sunset chuckled. “I can just imagine.”

We spent the next several minutes searching the titles for something that piqued our interests and eventually landed on a somewhat obscure film called ‘It Follows.’

Once the movie had started, Sunset turned the lights down and curled up at the far end of the couch once again. I looked over at her a few times during the first minutes of the movie, taking in the details of her smooth, bare skin, illuminated dimly by the glow of the TV.

After the third time stealing a glance, however, she grabbed the remote and paused the movie.

“Why you looking at me, Golds?”

I turned my head towards Sunset, but kept my eyes on the TV for a second or two before shifting them onto her. “Are you...gonna put clothes on at some point?”

She glanced down at herself, then shook her head. “Wasn’t planning on it.”

I chewed the inside of my cheek for a few seconds, and then nodded. “OK.”

She watched me for a moment, and then looked down at the remote in her hand. “To be honest, I hang out naked like this when I’m alone…pretty much all the time. I’m kind of used to it, actually; back in Equestria, most ponies didn’t normally wear clothes, so…you know,” —she shrugged her right shoulder— “some habits die harder than others, I guess.”

“Hm,” I mumbled, bringing a hand up to inspect my fingernails as I listened.

“Normally, I…don’t do it if anyone’s around, but…” —she paused and smirked at me— “I’m pretty comfortable around you now; I mean, I’m pretty sure you’ve had your mouth on literally every inch of me at one time or another, so…I think we’ve gotten to the point where there’s not much left to hide, so…why bother?”

I nodded in agreement. “Yeah, me and you; we’re uh…pretty well acquainted, I’d say.” With a quiet sigh, I pointed at the TV. “So…we watchin this or what?”

Sunset glanced at me with a smirk, then she lifted the remote to resume the movie.

We didn’t talk much during the film, which started out as a fairly interesting one, though ultimately was nothing to write home about. As silent as we were, however, glances were exchanged between the red-head and me; sometimes I could see her glancing in my direction, but whenever I returned the look, she would quickly send her eyes back to the TV, or she would look down at the couch and fiddle with the remote or something, trying to appear occupied.

By the time that movie had finished, it was just before 2:00am. Sunset suggested a second movie, one that I wasn’t overly keen on watching, but she hadn’t seen it before and was quite insistent about it.

This second film was much more upbeat, and throughout its duration I noticed Sunset inching closer to me; whether by crossing her legs or simply shifting position, I could see the gap between us slowly diminishing until finally, about halfway through the movie, she asked ‘if it was cool if she could stretch out.’

I wasn’t about to refuse her, of course, so I nodded and she proceeded to shift over to the middle cushion and laid with her feet pointed away from me, resting her head on my lap. This captured my interest much more than the movie did, and I found myself ignoring it, letting my eyes exploring her smooth, yet solid curves in the colourful light of the TV instead.

She lay on her side with her arms folded in front of her, which hid her breasts from me, unfortunately, but her waist, hips and thighs were in plain view, so I made good use of the opportunity to commit every single inch of her to memory.

Eventually, I mustered up the courage to play with her hair. Starting at the little tuft next to her ear, I combed my fingers through it, stirring up that sugary fragrance of hers as I sorted it into narrow locks and began weaving it together, creating an alternating colour pattern throughout the braid by keeping the yellows and reds separated as I went.

By the time the movie was coming to an end, I had just finished looping the final length through itself to lock the braid in place. She giggled in amusement as the movie faded to black, with Michael J. Fox’s voice crying excitedly from the TV speakers.

”TURKEY!...Turkey turkey turkey turkey turkey…”

“Haha! Wow, that was a good movie. I can see why Flutters likes it so much,” Sunset said, turning onto her back to smile up at me.

“I still can't believe you made me watch that,” I sighed. “After I specifically said…”

She rolled her eyes and clicked her tongue. “Oh come on, Golds. You like it. Besides, you’d do anything for me, wouldn’t you?”

“Meh,” I muttered, letting my eyes sneak across her figure. Now lying on her back, Sunset’s breasts were in plain view, flattened slightly by gravity and wandering outwards; past those laid her firm belly, displaying her button-like navel in the center, and beyond that was her bare mound, her slit hidden behind it, just out of sight.

As my sights traveled past that and made my way down her smooth thighs, she spoke again.

“So…what now?”

I came back to meet her eyes, sparkling brightly in the dark as she gazed up at me. “Uh…I don’t know. What were you thinking?”

A tiny smile curled one side of her mouth. “Hmmmm…”

As she rubbed her chin thoughtfully, I wandered around the room with my eyes, looking for nothing in particular. Eventually, I found myself gazing through the balcony window at the night sky, illuminated by the city lights below.

“Hey, you wanna go for a walk?” I asked, looking down at her again.

She looked surprised by the suggestion. “What, outside?”

I nodded. “Yeah.”

“What time is it?” she asked, turning to see the clock. It was 3:30am. “Ummm,” she chewed her lip and looked up at me again, hesitating briefly. “...Sure.”

Sunset sat up and headed for her bedroom, swinging her hips ever so slightly as she went. “I just gotta get some clothes on.”

“Really?” I said with a smirk.

She stopped and looked back at me, sneering. “Yeah, really.”

I glanced outside once more, then I returned my eyes to her. “Hm. Well, it is pretty cold out, I guess.”

The red-head snorted and rolled her eyes before disappearing into the bedroom.

I waited on the couch and rubbed my nose, listening to Sunset rummaging through her drawers. After a few minutes of this, her voice came out of the room, sounding rather surprised by something.

“Whoa! What’s this?”

I turned to my left to look through the doorway, but I was unable to see her. “What’s what?”

“This thing you did…with my hair.”

“Oh...that. I was just messing around.” I cocked an eyebrow. “Couldn’t you feel me doing that?”

“Yeah, I mean…I knew you were messing with my hair, but…I didn’t know this is what you were doing. Where did you learn how to do this?”

“Oh…” —rubbed my heel on the floor idly— “that’s just…useless skills left over from days gone by; back when we used to have to make our own rope, weave our own baskets—stupid shit like that.”

“It’s not stupid. It’s beautiful.”

I cleared my throat and let my head fall back to look at the ceiling. “Your hair was beautiful before I ever touched it, Sunny.”

She didn’t reply.

A few more minutes passed before she finally emerged, wearing a pair of tight jeans and a red knitted sweater. The braid was still there, hanging down the left side of her face; a slight crimson hue coloured her cheeks.

“Ready?” she said quietly.

I stood from the couch and approached her, nodding. “Yeah. You look awesome, by the way.”

She smirked and looked down at the floor, reaching up to stroke the braid with her fingertips. “Nah, I just…it’s…” She trailed off. Then she looked at me again. “You don’t look so bad yourself, Golds.”

“I know.” I gestured to the door. “Shall we?”

*****

Sunset and I ventured across the street to the plaza and walked along the sidewalk together, under a long row of bright, flashing signs. Hardly anything was open and the streets were quiet, but all of it certainly made for a nice atmosphere. We had stopped at my truck to grab my jacket; it was quite cold out, though not windy, luckily, but I didn’t want to look out of place, regardless.

I offered her my arm as we walked, which she gladly took, hooking her hand in the crook of my elbow with a somewhat bashful smile.

Something seemed different about Sunset Shimmer that night. I couldn’t quite put my finger on what it was, but I knew it was there; something about those two weeks away had changed her, or perhaps made her realise something. Nevertheless, I was reluctant to bring it up again and risk spoiling the night if she didn’t want to talk about it; as it was, the two of us were having a lovely time together.

“So…hang on,” I chuckled, “you actually went to the school during that?”

She nodded.

“While you were plotting to take over the world?”

She nodded again, struggling to contain her snickering. “Both worlds, actually.”

“And you actually attended all your classes?” I asked, furrowing my brows at the thought.

“Yup.” She nodded and pursed her lips.

“Wow,” I said, shaking my head. Then I started to laugh.

“What?” she asked, smirking at me.

“Didn’t you ever have nights when you were like: ‘Aw man, I was gonna work on my world domination tonight, but I’m totally slammed with all this friggin calculus homework! Oh well, I guess this is what I get for choosing to go to high school while I carry this plan out.’”

“Hey shut-up!” Sunset pounded my shoulder with her fist. “I had to blend into this world somehow! I wasn’t expecting to show up in a teenager’s body, you know.”

I raised my finger, looking up to the sky as I brought up my next point. “What I don’t get is: why weren’t the teachers or principals like: ‘Hey Sunset Shimmer, who the fuck are you, anyway? You’re not actually enrolled at this school, and you being here is a little something we actually like to call: TRESPASSING.’”

“Pppfft!” Sunset waved me off, rolling her eyes. “That was easy, Golds. Come on, I was an evil genius, remember?”

“So what’d you do?”

“Before I started going there, I just snuck in at the end of a school day and hid in the library. Then after everyone was gone home, I broke into the office and added my name to the roster. Then I showed up the following Monday, looking all nervous n’ stuff, and I was in. Piece of cake.”

“Wow. That easy, eh?”

“Yup. That computer they had in the office was SO fucking old; I swear it was like, the first computer ever made or something.”

“Hmm…” I rubbed my chin. “So really, It’s not that you were an evil genius so much as they were just…idiots?”

“Tshh!” She shook her head. “I swear, those principals had zero fucks to give.”

I stopped abruptly, prompting her to look at me.

“This variety store is open, Sunny,” I explained, pointing through the advertisement-laden window. “You want a hot chocolate or something? My treat.”

She glanced into the store and then looked at me with a broad smile. “Sure.”

Moments later, we emerged from the store with steaming, chocolate-filled foam cups in hand, both of which shed thick vapors into the frigid air like dry ice. We were enjoying a good laugh over the porn selection at the back of the store when Sunset spilled a few drops on the sleeve of her leather jacket, which she had decided to wear over the red sweater.

“Aw damn,” she grumbled, bringing her arm up to lick it off. “Meh. I don’t really like this jacket anyway.”

“Why not?” I asked, reaching out to run my fingers over the studs that lined her collar. “What’s wrong with this one? I kinda like it.”

She took a sip of her hot chocolate, slurping noisily. “This is the one I wore when I was…you know, an asshole.”

“Ah,” I nodded slowly. “Well, wearing it doesn’t actually make you an asshole again; just sayin.”

“I know, it’s just…I dunno.” She sighed. “Maybe this week I’ll look for a new one, once I figure out my financial situation.”

I was taking a sip when she said this, and it prompted me to stop and swallow quickly. “You should wait!” I said, more hastily than I mean to.

Sunset cocked a brow at me. “Why?”

“Just…I would hold off for a bit, OK? Please?”

“Golds…what are you up to?” she asked suspiciously, glaring at me sideways.

I raised a hand in defense. “I…might have a solution for you; just give me another week, OK?”

She rolled her eyes, which I took as reluctant compliance.

Satisfied by this, I took another sip and then grimaced, raising the cup to look at it. "Goddammit; you pay three-fifty for a little cup of hot chocolate and half of it's FOME," I grumbled.

Sunset snickered, then glanced into her hot chocolate before taking another sip. Swirling the sweet drink around in her mouth, she looked up at me again with a curious smirk. Then she swallowed. “A solution, eh?” she said, unaware that her upper lip was lined with a light-brown foam moustache.

“Yeah,” I answered absentmindedly, chuckling at her. “You’ve got a little, uh…” I reached out and wiped the foam away, feeling the soft warmth of her lip against my thumb.

I paused suddenly. The unexpected, yet gentle touch seemed throw the red-head into somewhat of a trance, which I noticed immediately after taking my hand away. We wound up standing still for a moment, facing at each other like a pair of statues.

Those turquoise irises of hers shone vibrantly, though partly obscured by the red and blue lines of a neon sign that stood behind me, reflecting in her eyes as she stood there, gazing, unblinking.

She exhaled slowly, her breath a visible mist in the cold air.

Stunning. That was the only word I could think of to describe her in that moment.

My mind began to race, as well as my pulse. I didn’t know what to do. I felt like kissing her; like tasting that sweet chocolate on her lips, but I didn’t know if I should.

Luckily, I was saved by a tiny, white object that floated down between our faces, breaking the invisible tether that kept our eyes joined before landing in her cup and disappearing instantly. Free from one another’s hold, Sunset and I looked up to see the night sky filled with thousands of fluttering, white flakes, falling silently around us.

It was a moment that was as beautiful as it was palpable.

“Huh…” Sunset sighed contently. “The first snow.”

We brought our eyes down and locked onto each other again.

“Yeah,” I replied quietly as I watched several more snowflakes come down and settle in her hair, clinging tenaciously as if they were drawn to her as much as I was.

Yes, stunning was the right word. The perfect word.

Sunset licked her lips slowly, looking like she wanted desperately to do or say something in particular, but was unsure what would happen if she did.

I could understand, because I knew I felt the same way.

Finally, she blinked and gave her head a little shake, looking down into her cup. “Uh…s-so…Applejack, eh?” she asked, trying to change the subject as casually as possible. “How was that?”

The moment had passed, and I found myself both disappointed and relieved. Sighing, I looked at the ground and then took a quick sip from my cup. “I don’t wanna talk about it,” I said, turning to walk away.

After a brief pause, I could hear Sunset laugh from behind, followed by her boots clopping on the sidewalk as she jogged to catch up.

“That bad, eh?” she asked, after joining my side again.

I glanced over at her and offered my arm again; she slipped her hand around the crook of my elbow while holding her drink in the other. “It was…different,” I replied, followed by another sip.

“Oh?” she asked. “Different how?”

“Well, I-“

“Did she smell bad?”

I grimaced, looking over at her. “Ew, no! Why would you think that?”

Sunset laughed. “I don’t know. I just picture AJ not being the freshest.”

“Well,” I sighed, “I’m sure there are times that she isn’t, but we were in the shower at the time, so…”

Her mouth dropped open. “What!? How’d you guys end up in the shower?”

“We were at my shop,” I replied, “working on her truck. We’d just finished and were supposed to go to the dinner right after, but she didn’t have time to go home and clean up, so she took it upon herself to hop in the shower with me.”

“Hm.” Sunset bit her lip. ”I’m guessing by your tone that you weren’t expecting that.”

“No. Not really.”

“Huh…wow, that’s actually a pretty bold move for AJ.”

“Yes...yes it was.”

“So?” she asked, after another sip of chocolate. “What was so different about it?”

“Umm, well-“

Sunset gasped suddenly, looking at me with wide eyes. “Wait! Did she not enjoy it? Did you actually find someone who you can’t drive totally crazy with your cock!?”

“What? No,” I scowled, shaking my head. “No, she…she enjoyed it a lot actually, thank you very much!”

She chuckled and took another sip as I continued.

“It’s just…you have to remember who we’re talking about here.”

The red-head swallowed her drink and cocked an eyebrow. “What? I don’t get it.”

I sighed, looking down at the sidewalk as it passed under our feet. “Let’s just say I’m gonna be spending quite a bit of money at Hoof Hardware in the next little bit.”

Her pace slowed suddenly, and she looked at me with wide eyes when she realised what I meant. “Oh shit…you don’t mean...“

“Two words, Sunny: Property. Damage.”

*****

It was just after 5:00am when we arrived at Sunset’s door again. She unlocked it and stood in the opening, leaning on the frame while we spent the next twenty minutes or so conversing about different things, exchanging the occasional grimace when the apartment hallway puked up some ghastly new scent for us to sample.

“So listen: uh...I wanna thank you for coming over tonight.” She stuffed her hands into her pockets, giving a coy smirk as she lost the nerve to maintain eye contact.

I smiled, watching her cast her gaze to the floor. “No problem, Sunny.” I reached out to grasp the red and yellow braid that ran alongside her face, letting its knotted length slide through my fingertips. “It’s nice being able to spend time with you without having to worry about anything else.”

She nodded and brought her eyes up to meet mine, slowly.

Yet another moment passed where neither of us said anything.

It was nice.

As much as I didn’t want it to end, however, I knew I had to get on with my day.

I slowly drew a breath. “Um…look, I…should get going, Sunny.”

The contentment in her face wavered ever so slightly, but she put on a smile to hide it. Despite how enjoyable the night was, she knew it had to come to an end eventually, and now, this was it. “Yeah,” she replied softly. “Yeah, we…both have things to do, don’t we?”

I nodded and sighed. “We should do this more often though.”

Sunset’s eyebrows went up. “Yeah, totally. And you could bring Rare and Flutters…i-if you wanted.”

I paused again, lost in her big, lovely eyes, doing endless laps around those vibrant, turquoise irises of hers. I had to make a conscious effort to break away eventually, and I reached into my pocket to pull put my phone. “Hm. It’s after five. Uh…like I said, I’d better get going. I have to get home to make Flutters her breakfast.”

The red-head covered her mouth and chuckled. “What? You make her breakfast?”

I nodded. “I have all week.”

She tilted her head and let it rest on the door frame, smiling. “You’re such a sweet guy.”

After a pause, I gestured down the hall. “Do you wanna come? I can make some for both of you…”

“Uh…no, that’s fine,” she replied, a bit surprised. “Thanks though…for the offer, but I think I’m gonna take some time to be alone…for now.”

“OK.” I said, putting my phone away. “Well, I better go. I’ll see you tomorrow for dinner?”

“Uuhhh…” she straightened up a bit. “Probably? I…where is it this weekend, anyway?”

“Hmm,” I frowned, staring at the wall as I thought about it. “I don’t know, actually.”

“Oh.” She shrugged and scuffed her foot on the floor. “Whatever. We’ll figure it out.”

“Yeah.” After looking at her for a moment, I took a breath and held one hand over her shoulder, inviting her in for a hug.

“Oh…heh,” she chuckled, stepping away from the door frame to wrap her arms around my back. We held the embrace for a moment, pressed cheek-to-cheek, feeling our warmth between us.

She backed out slightly, just enough for us to face each other, our noses barely an inch apart. A moment swept by and before we knew it, we realised we’d gotten lost in one another’s eyes again. Knowing this cycle of goodbyes-followed-by-not-leaving could go on for hours, I made the decision to break away and get out of there—quick and painless, like a band-aid.

I let my hands slide away from her back and began to turn away. My escape was thwarted, however, when Sunset grabbed a handful of my shirt and pulled me into a kiss.

There was no movement, no tongue; just her soft, luscious lips pressed firmly against mine. With her eyes closed, she held us together for a time that I knew would never be long enough.

Finally, a long, slow exhale escaped her nostrils, wafting gently around my face.

My hands had found a resting place on her hips by the time she let our lips disconnect, sending a tiny, wet pop echoing down the otherwise empty hallway.

Still gripping my shirt, she let her forehead touch mine as she bit her lip, casting her eyes downward. “Do me a favour?”

“W-…what?”

“Don’t ever leave me without a kiss again…got it?”