Sunset didn't have a lot of things, but they were all in the back of the trailer attached to Pinkie Pie's car. It was every possession, every last trinket, and it all fit in a six by six foot trailer. She tilted her head up and looked at her girlfriend.

The word, the idea, the very concept of having someone that close to her was magical. Sunset looked at Pinkie Pie, and the sun itself glowed back. No matter how happy Pinkie Pie was, when she looked at Sunset, the smile got wider. "Well, that's everything."

"Are you sure?" Pinkie Pie walked around to look in the trailer, and pressed her hip against Sunset's. She wrapped one arm around Sunset Shimmer and squeezed her in a hug. "Are you sure there weren't any magic wands, or secret treasures, or buried gold, or—" Pinkie had played this game before; the only way Sunset could silence her was a kiss.

The sharp stabs of thoughts and ideas didn't hit every time, sometimes touching Pinkie Pie was just touching her. Sunset's lips pressed against her girlfriend's, and she found her own eyes flutter closed as they embraced.

Pinkie Pie had learned to appreciate a good kiss. Sunset might be her first super-special friend, but she was bowling a perfect score so far. The kiss was as good as ever, and she sank against Sunset. One of Sunset's arms wrapped back around her, and then another, but Pinkie had a better target than just a hug.

Sunset almost jumped when two firm hands took one of her ass cheeks each and squeezed. Pinkie Pie's groping had become a particularly exciting and playful thing when they were all alone, but right now they were in the open, in front of Sunset's former apartment. "Pinkie!"

With the kiss broken, Pinkie Pie squeezed again and giggled. She looked into Sunset's eyes, really looked, and her smile still broke wider. "Are you ready?"

The parcel of jewels Sunset Shimmer had brought with her from Equestria had paid for the loft, but while she had some left, she needed to have something better worked out. So with some money from the gems still in her possession, she had found herself moving into Pinkie Pie's parents' basement.

It wasn't the best plan, but Pinkie Pie said it would be fine. Sunset kissed Pinkie's nose and nodded. "I left one world for another. This time I am moving a few blocks." She shrugged and caught Pinkie Pie's offered arm in her own.

Pinkie Pie's car wasn't really a car. Pinkie Pie's "old" Jeep was bright pink, had a stereo that was only surpassed by Vinyl Scratch's, lacked a top, and most importantly had an engine big enough that the tow hitch on the back wasn't for show. "Come on then!"

Catching Pinkie Pie's enthusiasm was not hard, and for Sunset it had become as easy as breathing. Vaulting up to the passenger seat, she managed to avoid the curved chassis and land squarely. Reaching up and to her right, she grabbed the seatbelt and pulled it across her body.

A sensation built in Sunset, and she froze for a moment—the seatbelt having pulled under her prominent chest—and tried to narrow down what it was. Tilting her head, Sunset saw two big eyes staring at her chest. "Pinkie Pie?"

"What's up, Sunset?" Watching her girlfriend's chest was just about the most fun thing Pinkie Pie could think of, and with Sunset's bust supported by the seatbelt it was even more of a spectator sport.

It felt good to be looked at hungrily, Sunset was learning, and though she blushed a little she was not actually against Pinkie Pie ogling her. Leaning towards Pinkie's side of the car, Sunset took a deep breath to push her chest up a little more and closed her eyes.

The touch of Pinkie Pie's lips wasn't a surprise, but it was always a shock. Despite Pinkie's often ditsy manner, Sunset had learned the girl's self-control (mentally at least) was quite amazing. Though Pinkie could have subjected Sunset to the lustiest of fantasies, it was almost like Sunset didn't have her gift at all.

Pinkie Pie's restraint was mental only, however. She worked her lips at Sunset's mouth, her enlightened sense of touch soon augmented by taste too. Tongue play was something new to Pinkie, but she found it quite fun to work out what her girlfriend ate (and enjoyed) so she could make more of it for her. Right now, however, all she tasted in Sunset's mouth was Sunset.

Not one to give in completely—ever—Sunset thrust back with her own tongue, and while Pinkie Pie put up a little fight, she quickly let Sunset Shimmer return the French kiss. Pinkie always tasted of sweet frosting, but sometimes (like today) she also had the fire of other flavors. Pinkie Pie's mouth had hints of hot chili, as well as chocolate.

Breaking the kiss and pulling her tongue free, Sunset Shimmer laughed. "You made chocolate and chili cookies again?" She watched Pinkie's eyes wander down, then back up to her face.

"Of course. And there's some for you when we get home." Pinkie Pie pushed her key into the ignition and turned it. Reaching around with her other hand, she booped Sunset on the nose. "So long as Marble hasn't found them, at least."

Opening her mouth to reply, Sunset Shimmer heard the engine build up to a roar. Pinkie Pie's foot hit the clutch in, her hand flew on the shifter, and before she knew it Sunset was shoved back into her seat. She had almost forgotten how Pinkie Pie drove, and it seemed that having a trailer hooked up to her jeep didn't change her style one bit.

"Whee!" One hand on the wheel, Pinkie Pie dropped through the gears as quickly as she could.

Words died in Sunset's throat. She grabbed onto the convenient handle on the dash and screamed its name. "Oh shit! Pinkie!" Despite the seemingly erratic driving, the car stuck to the road like glue. When things calmed down, Sunset reached across to the stereo and hit the power.

"Oh, this is my favorite!" Bouncing a little in her seat, Pinkie Pie turned the wrong way. "Taking a short-cut." Her announcement was plainly false, but as the jeep rolled onto a badly finished road, Pinkie's eyes slid to the side.

"Thiiiiis issssssn't a shooooort cuuuuut!" The jeep's suspension rattled both girls in their seats, but none more than Sunset. Sudden realization hit her, and she turned to see Pinkie Pie glancing back and forth between the road and Sunset's chest. "Piiiiinnkiiieeee!"

The bad road seemed to instantly improve. "What? I told you, I can't help it!" Stopping, Pinkie started to turn the car around when she noticed Sunset's incredulous look. "I have to turn around so we can get back to my place."

Leaning as far back in her seat as she could, Sunset Shimmer let the shoddy road rattle her breasts, and even pushed her chest out a little. Once they returned to normal roads, she rolled her eyes. "Happy now?"

"You betcha!" The remaining two blocks to reach the Pie residence passed only with the stereo providing noise. Pinkie Pie pulled the jeep up and around the back of the house.

Flicking the stereo off, Sunset Shimmer looked at the storm shutters on what seemed to be a back entrance to the basement. "Are you sure its fine to live down there? What did your parents say about it?"

Alarmed suddenly, Pinkie Pie pulled up and parked the car. "Oh, everybody is completely okay with it. Marble and Maud said they would keep quiet, and Limestone…" Pinkie Pie giggled. "Limestone said she would totally keep you a secret."

"Hold on." Sunset undid her seatbelt and turned (as much as she could given the jeep's interior) towards Pinkie. "You said your parents were fine with me moving into the basement. You didn't tell them?"

"What I said was they would be okay with it." Pinkie leaned forward and kissed Sunset on the nose. "Don't worry, they aren't even at home most nights; they have a dorm at the university they stay at when they have a long day."

"Pinkie Pie, I thought you had talked to them and they said it was alright for me to move into the basement." Climbing out of the jeep, Sunset counted to twenty slowly. "They aren't home now I take it?"

Walking to the big storm doors, Pinkie Pie shook her head. "Nope! There is a lot of work for their grad students right now, so they will be busy-busy-busy!" She reached down and yanked.

"Stop!" Sunset Shimmer walked around the back of the trailer and confronted Pinkie. "What are they going to do when they go down and find all my stuff in the basement?" She blinked in surprise when Pinkie turned and booped her on the nose.

Sunset's eyes widened, and magic washed everything to white before she got a view of the basement, with a naked Pinkie Pie leading her around. There was a second room which was where she would apparently be sleeping, and when she let the pretend Pinkie Pie lead her into the room it looked very different to Sunset's tastes.

The room was painted pink, and despite her big double bed eating up the lion's share of the space, there was a mix of her own and Pinkie's things. The naked Pinkie Pie held out a hand to Sunset, and she let herself be pulled down to the bed— Yanking back from the gentlest of boops, Sunset panted a little.

"See what I mean? It will be our room." Pinkie leaned forward and kissed Sunset, briefly, before she could react. "So Mom and Dad wouldn't even notice that there was another person living here."

Panting at the "tour" she had been given of her new home, Sunset struggled to get her arousal under control first. Closing her eyes, she counted slowly. "Pinkie Pie, the next time I see your parents we are going to tell them about this. If I had literally anywhere else to go, I would be living there until we told them." She opened her eyes and looked at her girlfriend, and could see Pinkie's hair all straight and lifeless.

"I'm sure they won't mind, Sunset, really." Pinkie Pie hadn't realized how much the little deception would mean to her friend. "Okay, we'll both tell them when they come home next." She had heard, mostly while browsing Rarity's magazines, that couples sometimes had arguments.

Sunset had calmed herself, and explained her problem; to her surprise, Pinkie Pie had reacted well. "Thanks, Pinkie. I know you didn't mean to, but it means a lot to me to have somewhere I can call—" She gasped as her girlfriend tackled her with a hug.

Back in that imaginary bedroom, Sunset gasped and looked down her body at Pinkie Pie. They were both, somehow, naked, and Pinkie was barely inches from Sunset's groin. "Pinkie Pie?" She saw a questioning look in her friends eyes. Taking what should have been a deep breath in the real world, Sunset's breasts heaved for a moment as she nodded her assent.

Pleasure exploded between Sunset's legs. Pinkie's tongue ran along her slit, and all she could do was roll her head back and moan at the top of her lungs. Laying back on her bed, Sunset could only pant and moan as Pinkie licked her vulva raw.

Waves of pleasure ebbed and flowed, and Sunset felt like she had been coasting nearly forever. Suddenly, she wanted more. Reaching down, she grabbed Pinkie and pulled her friend up and along the bed. "I want you to feel it too, Pinkie."

Pinkie Pie loved doing naughty things in Sunset's mind—or was it her own mind, she wasn't actually sure—and let the older girl pull her up so they could kiss. She melted against her girlfriend (not actually in a literal sense), and pressed her face a little lower.

With Pinkie planting her face between her breasts, Sunset was shifting from sex to humor, but she wanted it all. Reaching between Pinkie Pie's legs, her fingers found the other girl's crotch, and she started to stroke Pinkie's outer reaches.

Latching onto one of Sunset's breasts with her mouth, Pinkie Pie sucked and nipped at the precious nipple, being gentle with her teeth, but insistent. Each stroke of Sunset's fingers pushed her closer to paradise, and before she could be pushed over, Pinkie pressed her own fingers into Sunset.

Rocking against Pinkie Pie, Sunset moaned and whimpered with each stroke and press of her girlfriend's fingers. She complimented Pinkie's insistence with her own intrusion, plunging two digits into Pinkie Pie's folds.

As the waves of pleasure became too much, Pinkie Pie released Sunset's breast and pressed her face eagerly between the great mounds. She started to tremble, and the world that they were in shook. She tilted her face up a little, enough to see Sunset had arched her head back and was screaming wordless pleasure into the fantasy.

When Sunset came to, she was kneeling on the grass, arms wrapped around Pinkie Pie in a tight hug. She looked down at the mass of pink hair covering her bust. "P-Pinkie?"

"Does it count as make-up sex if we didn't actually have sex?" Pinkie wasn't moving, her face was planted in Sunset's cleavage—her happy place.

"I think it counts as sex, but who knows." Stroking a hand up Pinkie Pie's back, Sunset added, "And who cares. You're the best, Pinkie."

Author's Notes:

Fluttershy: Seeing what happened to Thunderbolt, do you think the same thing would happen to Bridget if you let her?

"'L-Let her'?" Fluttershy blinked her big lashes, incomprehension plain on her face. "I am not sure if we are talking about the same Bridget. Bridget, my girlfriend, is gentle and wouldn't do that to me. She knows I like soft things, cuddly things." Fluttershy's cheeks grew rosy. "And she likes them too."

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