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*Flash*

Canvas Splash’s camera clicked as she snapped a picture of Twilight and her blackboard. Across the hall, another girl with pink lensed glasses and a more expensive looking camera did the same, though more than once.

Principal Cinch walked over and took Twilight's hand in a handshake, smiling forward as Canvas got another picture.

“That means the winner of the Friendship Games’ first event is…” Luna announced. “Twilight Sparkle and Crystal Prep!”

There was a smattering of applause from the Crystal Prep side of the crowd. Silver clapped politely, not wanting to stand out because of her clapping style. At least her team had won. Sunset and her friends were gathered around her chalkboard, not looking too disappointed about their loss.

Huh. They’re not upset?

Dean Cadance made her way onto the stage, clipboard in hand.

“After a careful tally of the points, we would like to present the students moving on to the Friendship Games’ second event.”

There was another round of unenthusiastic applause from the Crystal Prep side as Sunny Flare, Indigo Zap, Sugarcoat, Lemon Zest, and Sour Sweet joined Twilight Sparkle on the stage, looking bored. In contrast, there was much cheering from Sunset and her friends. Silver arched an eyebrow, wondering just what they were on, and where she could get some. She at least managed to pull some happiness from Sunset’s entourage, sighing in relief as the taste of pride was washed off her tongue.

“And now we will break for lunch,” Principal Celestia said for everyone to hear. “Please make your way to the cafeteria. We will begin the next round after lunch.”

“We won!” Canvas jumped up and down as she took more pictures. “I knew we would win!”

“It was a pathetic win.” Another girl with orange hair walked by and gave Canvas’ ponytail a flick before brushing past her. “I wouldn’t even consider it a win.”

“Yeah, we usually win by a milestone. This was just a disaster.” Another girl said on Silver’s right side.

“A wise man said,” Canvas began. “It doesn’t matter if you win by a second or a mile. Winning is winning.”

“Who said that?” The girl folded her arms and frowned.

“Van Diesel,” Canvas replied.

“Pathetic, Canvas,” she snorted and walked away as the crowds began to disperse for the cafeteria.

“Oh, ignore her,” Silver said. “I’m glad we won, but honestly, I think the spelling bee just shows how poor both our schools’ English curriculums are. I mean, how can you misspell ‘rhombus’? How?!”

Sunny Flare, who was now close by, heard that bit and looked over, blushing furiously.

Silver saw her looking and threw both hands up in the air, a desperate look on her face.

The mulberry haired girl looked to the side and scurried off. A big cloud of embarrassment floated around her and was inhaled by Silver. Oddly, it seemed a little tinged with something sweet that she couldn’t quite identify. Oh well. But Sunny was really upset about it.

“Maybe that was a little too harsh on her…” Silver watched her leave with Sugarcoat and Sour Sweet.

“Are you kidding? You could’ve still been tougher,” Canvas said as she checked her pictures on her camera. “I mean, like you said. Rhombus. It’s a simple word. It spells just like it sounds.”

“R, H, O, M, B, U, S,” Silver rattled off before gesturing with her head to the cafeteria doors. “It’s not that hard…”

She spotted a group of Canterlot High boys, snickering about something and pointing fingers at Sunny and the others, and two girls from the Wondercolt team talking about bread and cake as she and Canvas entered the hallway. She looked around for Home Run, hoping to find him, but he wasn’t anywhere in sight. He was probably in the cafeteria already.

Just as well, Silver thought somewhat sourly. I can’t risk him learning that Moonglade and I are the same person. I might not like it, but mother has a point. I need to practice more with this persona thing.

“Man, I’m starving.” Canvas rubbed at her belly. “I hope the food’s going to be good.”

“We’ll see, won’t we?” Silver smiled and walked on ahead through the slower crowds, with Canvas following closely behind.

The cafeteria was a relatively common looking place, with tables all lined up in the center of the hall and the food counter up front, along with some refrigerators with drinks and yoghurt in them. It looked just like Crystal Prep’s cafeteria, except less clean and shiny.

Silver Rose let Canvas go first, lining up behind her and the other CPA and CHS students already in the line. Up ahead, an old woman began serving up food on their trays, and by the looks of it, they were having mashed potatoes and meatballs today. It didn’t look half bad; maybe they brought in some better food for the occasion.

Silver soon got her potatoes dripped down on her plate, followed by a handful of meatballs and gravy.

“Stockhorse style, dear,” the woman said to her for no apparent reason.

“Nice to know.” Silver looked down at her tray. It did look like something imported out of Stockhorse. She would know because they had food from all over the world back at home.

“Looks tasty.” Canvas eyed her lunch, then looked around for a place to sit. “How about over there, Silver? There’s some space by Jet Set and Upper Crust.”

Silver looked over and nodded. At least they were going to sit with familiar faces.

“Hey guys,” Canvas greeted, taking a seat next to Jet Set. “Mind if we sit?”

Jet Set flashed the artist a weird look, but then saw Silver and nodded. “Sure, go ahead.”

“How’s it been?” Silver asked as soon as she set her tray down and sat down.

Upper Crust’s mouth was set in a straight line. “Oh, you know. Could be better. We’ve both been eliminated from the Games, so we’ll be up in the cheap seats with you guys.”

“I do believe the next round will be outdoors, so perhaps the seats will be more… comfortable.” Jet Set shrugged. “That is, if the weather is better. It’s been awfully hot this year and it’s not even summer yet.”

Silver listened with polite interest as she started on her lunch. The mashed potatoes were a little claggy, but the meatballs and gravy were nice and succulent.

“Enjoying the meal?” Upper Crust watched her. “I guess it isn’t terrible, but it is obviously better back at school.”

“I wonder if they added milk to the potatoes…” Canvas pondered. “I like to watch these guys on Ewetube cook, and they usually add milk to their mashed potatoes. Of course, they usually half destroy the kitchen while they’re at it, so I’m not sure how valid that is. And the main cook has this creepy obsession with mayonnaise.”

Upper Crust and Jet Set gave her another set of weirded out looks. Then they both looked at each other and shrugged before getting back to their lunch.

“Oh, Upper Crust, I liked that cake you and Suri made, by the way,” Jet Set said with a smile. “I’m sure it must taste as good as it looked.”

“Aww…” Upper Crust waved a hand. “I’m sure you’re just saying that because you like me.”

“Well, that’s part of it, yes.” Jet Set lifted his glasses higher. “But I also trust your cooking ability. Uh, no offense, Silver Rose.”

“None taken. I know my cooking skills leave much to be desired.”

Just then, Trenderhoof joined the table, setting his tray down beside Silver. “Hey, Silver. Don’t mind if I sit here. Just wanted to see what you’re up to.”

“Oh, umm… eating, I guess.” She pointed her fork at her mashed potatoes.

“That’s interesting enough.” Trenderhoof looked at his own lunch. “Would you say you like mashed potatoes? For the magazine again, you see.”

Oh boy, here we go again.

“Why do you even put her in that magazine?” Canvas asked with a mouthful of potato. “Isn’t that magazine for adults? It’s always talking about sex and stuff.”

“Not so loud, Canvas.” Silver looked around, hoping people didn’t hear her. The last thing she wanted was for someone to misunderstand something they heard.

“There’s more than just all that, paintbrush.” Upper Crust glared at the artist. “There’s also stuff about looking your best and having a good diet.”

“Yeah, but still…” Canvas tapped her spoon to her plate. “A lot of stuff in those aren’t for us to read.”

“I’ll let you know, I have no part with… those bits.” Trenderhoof motioned with his fingers. “All my material is perfectly wholesome for people of all ages to read.”

“Right.” Silver looked at her plate of food. “Well, I guess I do like it, Trenderhoof. It’s quite tasty. If a little lumpy.”

“I’ll note that down.” The brown-skinned boy grinned, giving Silver a nice taste of happiness. “How about clothing? What do you wear besides your school uniform, may I ask?”

Trenderhoof didn’t even seem disappointed that he had been eliminated from the Games, asking her all these questions. Or maybe he was using it as a cover up for losing, but that couldn’t be right. He didn’t smell of disappointment.

“I like the school uniform,” Silver said slowly. “It’s very comfortable and stylish. So I had something like it prepared for home use.”

Of course, that was a lie, but he wasn’t going to know that.

“Hmm… okay, interesting.” Trenderhoof nodded, likely making a mental note of what he had asked her. Then he lifted his fork and spoon and began digging into his mashed potatoes. “Thank you, Silver. You’ll be pleased to find this in the next issue of Cosmarepolitan.”

Hooray for more firewood. Silver thought as she remembered what her mother did with magazines.

Silver Rose had only just resumed consuming her lunch when another face joined their table, though she didn’t have a tray with her. Instead, she had a piece of paper and a pen.

“Hi, Silver Rose, it’s me again,” Rarity, one of the Wondercolts beamed as she sat down. Silver could smell excitement coming from her, and a little bit of pride and irritation, likely because CHS and CPA weren’t on the best of terms. “I hope you don’t mind, but… may I have your autograph? Your mother’s my favorite actress and to have her daughter’s signature? Oh how marvelous that would be.”

“Umm… sure, I guess I could…” Silver sighed internally and took the pen. She began scribbling down her signature when she realized her mistake, quickly slashing it off with another stroke of the pen. She had started writing Moonglade’s signature instead. It was now that she realized she hadn’t come up for one for Silver Rose. Close one there…

As she began writing a new signature, Rarity had turned her attention to Trenderhoof, also equally excited about meeting him.

“I read all your writings, Trenderhoof!” she squealed excitedly. It reminded Silver of a pig. “It is a pity you go to Crystal Prep, but would you sign my paper as well?”

“Why don’t you just scram, Canterlot?” Upper Crust frowned at her. “This table isn’t for you.”

“Aw, no harm, Upper Crust.” Trenderhoof waved her off. “If she wants my signature, she can have it.”

“Huh. Sure…” the yellow-skinned girl folded her arms and looked to the side.

“There. Here you go, Rarity.” Silver handed the paper back to the violet haired girl, with her new Silver Rose signature on it. She hoped she would remember how to write it again if someone else asked for it.

Finally able to eat her lunch again, Silver had finished it, watching Trenderhoof scribble down a lengthy paragraph about his exploits with Cosmarepolitan for Rarity, ending it with his signature at the bottom.

Silver watched her hold the paper close to her chest, vibrating with so much excitement that she looked like she was going to keel over any minute. She had no idea why a signature would mean so much to people. It was simply a written name from a person, just in a slightly fancier way.

Looking away as she placed her cutlery down, Silver blew up at her fringe and then widened her eyes. She spotted Sunny Flare sitting by herself at a table on the far end, her plate empty and her cutlery placed down neatly by the corner. The other Shadowbolts didn’t seem to be around, at least not anymore.

Wanting to make up for her mistake earlier, Silver told Canvas where she was going, then got up and walked over to Sunny’s table.

“Hey, Sunny. What’s up? Where are the other girls?” Silver said, sitting down opposite her.

“Oh, h-hey, Silver…” Sunny blushed and looked away. “Th-they decided to g-go on first. I just wanted to hang back and think about things.”

“The spelling bee?” Then Silver leaned forward and put a hand over one of Sunny’s holding it soothingly. “I’m sorry I got mad at you for misspelling ‘rhombus’. I didn’t mean to. I just didn’t get how anyone could misspell that.”

“U-Umm…” Sunny squirmed in her seat, but she didn’t draw back her hand. “I-I thought I had it, but I guess I didn’t… I was sure it was spelt like that.”

“It’s spelt as it sounds, Sunny. But okay, I don’t want to bring it up again. Let’s look ahead to the next round. You’re going to win this, right?”

“Y-Yeah.” Sunny nodded confidently and looked back up at Silver. “We’re going to beat Canterlot High as we always do. We already won one round. We’ll do it again.”

“I know you six girls will get things done.” Silver grinned, looking as friendly as she could. “Even Twilight Sparkle has her strengths. It’s good you have her on the team.”

“Well, yeah, except that she’s a complete weirdo like Canvas.” Sunny scoffed.

“Aw, don’t be so harsh. There’s nothing wrong with Canvas and there certainly isn’t anything wrong with Twilight Sparkle.”

Though I’m totally lying. Those two are nutcrackers. At least Canvas is a fun nutcracker. Twilight Sparkle… needs work.

“If you think so, Sil-Silver…” Sunny looked to the side again, not looking at Silver.

“Just focus on the Games instead. Don’t worry about your teammate. How about that?” Silver smiled warmly.

Sunny looked back at her, then away again. “I w-will. I’ll try my absolute best to focus…”

“That’s the spirit, Sunny.” Silver gave her hand a light squeeze, then a wink. “Go out and do your best!”

Sunny got off her chair and nodded with a smile. “R-Right, I will… Umm… excuse me, I think I need the restroom.”

“Oh, sure, go for it.” Silver watched the mulberry haired girl retreat from the canteen. Sniffing, Silver turned back and faced the table with a raised eyebrow. “That one’s got a fishy smell about her…”

Sunny Flare was lying when she said she was going to try her best to focus. In fact, she hadn’t been at a hundred percent during the first round. Part of her mind was still thinking about Silver Rose and now, after the girl had held her hand, Sunny couldn’t control herself anymore. She had to do something about it, so here she was in the girl’s restroom, sitting in one of the cubicles, her face flushed and confused as she buried two fingers into her leaking pussy, pulling them in and out of herself.

No… I shouldn’t be doing this… But yet, why am I doing it…?

This time, she wasn’t even touching herself thinking of Fast Bender, but she had done it thinking of Silver Rose right from the beginning. She still felt Silver’s hand gripping hers, remembering the prickling sensation down her back and the warmth she had between her legs, which was still there right now.

Using the same hand Silver had held to pleasure herself, she began imagining it was Silver who was putting her fingers inside her, letting her imagination go wild as she increased her speed.

“Mmmmnnhh, aahh… aahhh… Silver…” Sunny panted as she unbuttoned her blazer.

She didn’t want to accept her feelings for Silver. She didn’t, but it seemed like her body and mind weren’t in sync. Her mind still wanted her to date guys, but her body wanted Silver Rose and it wanted her badly, it would seem.

Undoing her bowtie, Sunny peeled her blazer aside and lifted her shirt, slipping one hand into her bra to fondle one of her breasts.

Whether she wanted to admit it or not, she wanted Silver’s hands on her body, her lips against hers, her strawberry scented smell filling her nose, Sunny wanted it all. The thought of Silver Rose was driving her crazy right now.

She wasn’t ready to accept such feelings, not yet, but why did she keep going back to Silver in her mind, now picturing the girl down on her knees, her tongue in her wet slit instead of Sunny’s own fingers. She wanted to think of Fast Bender, or at least a hot guy, but the image of Silver didn’t fade.

Whatever the case was, at least she was feeling really good right now.

“Oh yesss…” Sunny gasped after a particularly deep thrust. She was getting close now, and with a bit more stimulation, she would-

Then, Sunny heard the door to the bathroom creak open, followed by the sound of many footfalls on the tiled floor. Sunny froze, her fingers stopping halfway inside her pussy.

“...so then Rainbow Dash hit the ball right out of the park, winning Canterlot the game! She’s so awesome like that,” a young girl’s voice said.

“Wow, Scootaloo, that’s pretty impressive. I wish Rarity would play games with me, but she’s always busy with her sewing. All the time it’s always, ‘sorry darling, but I’ve got orders to fill’.”

“That stinks, but at least you have an older sister. Rainbow Dash is only like a really cool sister to me.”

“Yeah well…” the first girl sighed. “I hope Applebloom has our drinks and popcorn ready. She’s supposed to be saving us front row seats for the next event.”

“I just know Rainbow Dash is going to win this one! She’s too awesome to lose!”

“Well, except for the spelling bee.”

“Don’t remind me, please…”

I don’t want to remember that either… Sunny continued to stare at the cubicle door. She tried to remove her fingers, but as soon as she moved them, a small gasp came out of her mouth, her inner walls constricting her finger movement and making her feel good. Oh no.

“Hey, did you hear something?” the first girl asked.

“Um… no. Hey Sweetie Belle,” the girl called Scootaloo called. “How long is it until the next event anyway? Might want to visit the vending machine.”

“I dunno, fifteen minutes?” Sweetie Belle replied. “Let me do up my hair real quick. Hold my hairband, please.”

“Fine, just don’t take too long. Tell you what, I better take a leak while we’re here.” There was the sound of the cubicle beside Sunny’s opening and then slamming shut, followed by the sound of pants dropping to the floor, followed by a stream of liquid falling into the toilet bowl next door.

Sunny continued to stay unmoving, afraid to pull her fingers out of her slit in fear of being unable to hold her moans back. The hand under her bra soon moved and went over her mouth and nose, hoping her breathing wasn’t noticeable as well. She had really been panting until they came in and now that she was concentrating on breathing, she had to calm herself down to breathe quieter. There was also a buildup in her lower regions, threatening to come out as she sat there, waiting. She didn’t know how much longer she could hold it back.

Fifteen minutes! Sunny gasped internally. I’ll need to be out there soon! Please leave…

“You know, I didn’t know Rainbow and Sunset could ride motorbikes. I mean, that’s rather crazy, isn’t it?” Sweetie Belle said.

“What’s crazy is that they put motorbiking in the Games. Someone could really get hu- oops!”

Sunny didn’t know what happened, but then she heard a clunk, followed by a red hairband rolling into her cubicle stall and it was then she knew exactly what happened. It crashed into her toilet bowl’s base and fell back flat against the floor.

Oh, this could not get any worse… Sunset covered her eyes, hoping that if she couldn’t see the hairband, it wouldn’t be there. Unfortunately, it didn’t help.

“Did you drop my hairband, Scootaloo?” Sweetie Belle asked from outside.

The trickling sound that was coming from Scootaloo’s cubicle slowed, then stopped. There was the sound of a flush.

“My bad! I’ll get it for you. I just needa figure out where it landed,” her voice sounded awfully loud to Sunny.

Sunny just hoped she wouldn’t be the type to peek her head under the cubicle walls to look for the hairband. She still had her shirt up above her breasts, her panties pulled to the side and her fingers, soaked in her own juice, sticking out from her nethers. It would be really bad if someone saw her like this.

She first heard the cubicle door beside her slam open, then the other cubicle doors being pushed open, one at a time, starting from the far end and getting closer to where she was sitting.

“I don’t see it…” Scootaloo said, still getting closer to Sunny’s position.

The mulberry haired girl’s hand returned to her mouth and nose, holding her breath at the same time to limit her sound. She could hear her heartbeat in her ears now, pounding a hole in her chest. She quietly wished it wasn’t loud enough for the girl to hear.

And then there was a tap on Sunny’s door, followed by a few more pounds. “Hey, this one’s locked. Hey, is there anyone in there?”

No! Go away!

However, aloud Sunny let out a small groan, putting both feet on the floor.

“Oh, hey, sorry, whoever’s in there,” Sweetie Belle said. Sunny saw a shadow fall across the small space between the door and the tiles. “Excuse me, but I think my headband rolled in there. Do you see it? It’s a red one.”

Sunny didn’t dare say anything, but placing a foot on the hairband, she kicked it out under the door, watching as it slid away out of her sight.

“Thank you. Sorry to disturb you.”

That was enough for Sunny. With a quiet moan, everything she had been holding back broke past her defenses and clear liquid shot out from her pussy, past her fingers and down into the toilet bowl, trickling against the walls above the water before dripping in. Her pussy continued to throb from the act, soon expelling the remains of her bladder as a stream of hot yellow liquid found its way out as well, going through her fingers and down into the water with her womanly fluids.

“Gee, you’ve gotta be more careful with my stuff, Scootaloo. What if it fell into the toilet bowl?”

“Yeah yeah. Sorry. I’ll be more careful next time… I guess juggling isn’t one of my talents.”

The door creaked open again, then swung shut, leaving Sunny in silence. Slowly, she took her fingers out of her nethers and sighed, leaning back against the toilet lid in relief. Her legs continued shuddering as she lifted her fingers to smell at them, recoiling them in an instant.

“Great… they smell like piss.”

Getting up, Sunny gave her lower regions a good wipe with some toilet paper, before flushing all the evidence of her deed down the drain. First readjusting her panties and her shirt, Sunny began rebuttoning her blazer, thinking about Silver Rose again.

I wonder what she’s up to right now…

She sighed. She had once again proved to herself that guys were not as important as Silver Rose. That girl had really become the center of Sunny’s thoughts and dreams, even unconsciously. It was just too sudden and unorthodox for her.

What happens if I embrace this feeling? Does Silver even think of me the same way? What if she’s straight?

Mulling this over in her head, she almost forgot about one very important detail.

“Oh, crap! I need to get to the next event!”

Sunny stood up, and after a few unsteady steps, unlatched the door and made her way to the sinks to wash her hands. She had very little time left, but she also had to get rid of the stink on her hand or people were going to be asking questions.

Once she was satisfied that all evidence of her little sojourn had been washed away, she adjusted her clothes and hair in the bathroom mirror and fixed her usual expression on her face.

“Let’s go, Shadowbolts.”