Chapters "Alright. Here we go... Hello there... You. Heh. I'm-uh- Redheart. But you can just call me Red, really. Heh. Uh... Let's see... Um... Oh! I signed up for this dating site because, well, I thought it would work out better than walking up to people at the bar and saying 'hey, I make a living out of putting my hands in people's stomachs, wanna dance?'. Heh-heh-ehhhh... "
"What's up everyone!? I'm Cloudchaser!"
"And I'm Flitter!"
"We're twins. And we really like doing everything together."
"That's why Cloud and I signed up for this dating website together. Same profile and all."
"Mhm. You get one of us, you get both of us."
"That's how it works with us."
"Uh, yeah... My name's Sunset Shimmer, I guess... Look, I don't really need this. I'm just doing this as something to pass the time. I don't need a dating site to find someone. I'm not some sheltered loser. But, yeah, here I am."
"Sup dick-lickers. Gilda here. I signed up here because -well- what else does anyone sign up for this thing crap except to find some ass? Take a good look at me, take it all in... Yeah."
"Heh... Hey there boys, or girls. It really doesn't bother me either way. I'm flexible... My name's Fleur-de-lis, or Fleur for short. Or, pretty much anything you want to call me. I could go either way, honestly. I decided to put myself on this dating site because, well, I get so-so lonely. I just had to try and find someone to cuddle up with and--heh... Oh my."
"What sort of person am I looking for? Ffff... Huh... I guess I really hadn't thought about that. I guess someone who'd understand my work ethic. My job is my life, so, understanding that is a big thing for me. It would also help if they really liked kids."
"Person we're into? Flitter?"
"Hmmm... OH! Athletic."
"Just what I was thinking. Someone who's strong."
"And fast."
"Really fast."
"Mmm, not too fast though."
"Right. Someone between fast and way too fast."
"What else?"
"Someone that knows how to cook."
"But neither of us know how to--OOOOOH. Smart!"
"The kind of person I'm looking for? Ugh. If I had to say I would go with someone that doesn't ask stupid questions. I prefer to get to the point and get whatever we're planning over and done with. Don't like the direct approach? Walk away right now. I don't have time to waste on half-whits."
"Who I'm into? Rough players. It also really helps if they have some great gear and know how to use it. I don't roll with half-chubs or mosquito bites. Simple as that."
"What's my ideal person? Heh... Y-O-U... I'm more leaning towards doing what I have to do to make you happy."
"My idea of a perfect date would be a daylight jog in the park before a light in fat picnic where we'd have a talk about our week. Practice, normal, and good for the body. Great, right?"
"Perfect date?"
"I don't know about that one..."
"How about--"
"--Skinny dipping after dark?"
"Going streaking in the park?"
"Even better! But, I don't know if that's 'perfect', you know?"
"Right... How about watching cloud reflections on the water from a fancy restaurant?"
"Perfect! Always thinking on the ball."
"The kind of date I'd like is -uh... Something... cool. Yeah. Like... skydiving into a shark tank with your hands tied. You know, cool stuff. Nothing else... Can we just move on?"
"I'd kill for a sky show. Planes darting and bucking through the air at death defying-- I mean... Fucking. Yeah. Hard rough fucking. Plain and flat."
"Moonlit dining on the beach by a lovely chateau. Nothing could be more romantic than that for a date. Heh. Sorry, I get a little dreamy when I think about the romantics."
"The one thing I can't stand? Piercings and tattoos. They're just so -uhhh. I hate even thinking about it. They're like little cuts into your --uhhhhh... Just, no. I can't stand them."
"What we hate the most?"
"That's an easy one. You wanna take this one?"
"Sure. We can't stand bird-dogging."
"Really. Garbage bird-dogs. It's completely without class or style."
"Couldn't agree more. If you bird-dog, don't even bother with us. We have respect."
"Something I hate? I can name people pretty easy, but... I would have go with I hate dirty tricks. No matter what someone does, if you do it unfair or by making someone go against you from the start on an unfair playing field, you're scum. Cheating is fine if you play in 'fair', but I can't stand when cheats in the most underhanded ways. Have some sort of class for your own good."
"Ugh... I hate Careful Carols. You know the people. Too scared to take a risk or too unsure to make up their mind? I hate them. REALLY hate them."
"Oh, I couldn't possibly hate anything about anyone. A little fire in a relationship never hurt anyone... And if it did, well... A little pain is good for you~~. But, I will say I don't much care for liars."
"I guess that's it. So -right?- drop me a line if you want to go out or meet up, heh. And... That... is... all... Heh-heh-ehhh..."
"That's it!"
"Don't wait up to call us. We'll be waiting!"
"That it? Great. Bye, the information to contact me is-- You know where it is..."
"So call me any time if you've got the guts and we can see to a one-night stand, 'right? Cool. Check 'ya."
"That's all the time I have. Kisses. I'll be waiting for your call all night."
On a daily basis, the site gets about forty video submissions. Retakes, new entries, responses, things of that kind. But, after awhile, the manager has to take down some videos from lack of activity or complaints. Whether it's because a video is too sexual, too personal, or just too strange for possible clients. Cuts have to be made somewhere, and some girls and guys never get that first or second date.
Sad, but true. However, those people maybe aren't meant for the online dating world. Maybe, just maybe... They'll find their luck better in the most strange of circumstances with the most unlikely of people to be put to chance with. Who knows? That's something only the fates know for sure. If you're willing though, there are six ladies out there who are in need of a little fate. They may not know it yet, but fate has dealt them just the hand they needed... even if it wasn't the one they wanted.
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Sunset Shimmer: Home Alone on a Sunday Night.
Click. The woman before the beaten computer screen flicked her thumb over the lens of her web-cam, effectively concluding her video post. The chair she sat in thumped its legs roughly against the worn wood floor as it heaved to the woman leaning back. A hard sigh parted between her uncolored lips, which started to make her head crane backwards and let her fire-esque hair drape down the face of the chair. The only light that came about in the dank room was from the computer monitor's dull, dark screen putting a boxy shaped light over the woman's silken skin.
Her hands drew against her face and wiped down her cheeks, pricking the tips of her nails against her eyes and feeling the weighted bags that had built up there. Continuing to wipe down, she brushed the palms of her hands against the lace of her brassiere. At just the touch, her hands flicked out in front of her and she scrunched her face in disgust. "When was the last time I took a shower...?" murmuring to herself before sniffing at the flats of her palms once, she quickly turned her monitor off.
Alone now in complete darkness, she pushed her chair back and stood to her feet. A light crack went through the room as her legs adjusted to finally standing upright after nearly five hours of bent computer work. The dark of the room shuffled with dull sounds as she made way to a nearby wall; feeling against the wooden siding to make her way. Her fingers soon found and laced around the cool knob of a door and nudged it open.
As the door went open, light pushed the darkness of her study gone and set a full body glow to Sunset Shimmer's body. A black, rather formal brassiere clasped against her more modest chest while her more private regions were obscured by gray-tone sweat-shorts. A wince came from Sunset as the light nearly blacked out her eye sight right from the get-go. Her hands clapped against her eyes in attempt to stop the light and help her adjust. It took her a moment, but she finally dropped her hands back to her sides and opened her sharp green eyes with a perturbed groan.
Step by step she went down the stairs away from her study and raked her fingers through her hair; marveling at how thick it had gotten over the past few days. At the foot of the stairs, against the banister, she found a crumbled note. Sunset ripped it from the tape that was binding it to the banister and looked to read it, her eyes still a mixed of dazed, groggy, and blurred from her 'wild night' at the computer.
Dear SS,
I tried to get you to come down and visit with everyone else, but you were busy 'studying' I guess. Oh well. There's always next time.
Spike and I will be back tomorrow, so don't make too much to eat since we'll probably bring you back something from Canterlot.
Stay safe and please don't make a mess of the library.
-Twilight.
Twilight... As much as Sunset hated her, she had to at least be grateful for the hospitality Twilight gave her. When she set out to move into town, Sunset didn't have any sort of plans of where to go or what to do. It was Twilight who rented her out a spare loft-like area in the library for Sunset to use as she please. Thus, overly the few months, she did. Boarding up the area and applying wards of magic to prevent anyone from entering her 'territory'; she was more-or-less an interesting house guest.
Still, Sunset Shimmer put the note neatly into a pile of other notes Twilight had left her on a nearby table. Alone for the night and the rest of tomorrow... Sunset's mind drew to what it had always done in times like these...
Click.
"Tonight on 'La Putain de Fraude', Taylor finds Mac is cheating on her... with her brother!" Sunset gasped playfully and reclined back against her favorite chair, a bowl of popcorn popping in her green glowing hand.
Easy to make popcorn, her favorite soap opera, and no one to tell her to get dressed more casually in a pretty public place? This was what Sunset Shimmer called a perfect Sunday Night. As she sat there, popping kernels of corn with her heating magic, a smile of bliss came to her along with a lidded stare at the television. "There's nothing that can beat this... perfect moment..." she sighed, her shoulders rounding against her neck as she drifted lower against her seat.
Amidst her calm state, the show continued on. A scene came to the screen of two of the characters embracing tenderly as a heartwarming string of music accompanied them in the background. Sunset let off a sweet 'aww' as she watched the scene and batted her eyes, playfully enjoying herself as she would. However, she stopped herself and started turning a hot red, hairs raising against the back of her neck, and her chest tightening beyond her control. On the screen of the television, the two had stopped embracing and had moved their lips closer together, taking one another into a passionate kiss.
Sunset felt the burning and twisting of her body growing more and more at each second, causing her to fumble a hand to the remote and flicker as fast as she could through the channels in whichever direction she could. Safely on the home-shopping channel, she dropped the remote and let her head drop back with a grand sigh. It took her a moment to register it, but when she reached to take a nip at one of the pieces of popcorn, she found that the piece she had as well as every piece inside the bowl had been burned to an ashy crisp. Sunset flopped the bowl to the ground and looked back at the TV with a great loss of interest.
"--Act now, and we'll send you two personalized vibrators, free!"
BANG! The television imploded on itself into wires and scraps. "You be quiet...!" Sunset Shimmer hissed at the commercial, or what was left of it as smoke trailed off from her index finger and the green glow pulsating around it.
Author's Note
Who wouldn't want to date this "firecracker"?! But who will it be and how will they swoop in and make her swoon next chapter? Find out next time in the exciting, and (hopefully) hot chapter next. (Next chapter will be 4,000-7,000.)
Sunset Shimmer: What did you say?
For Sunset Shimmer, the hours started to drag on. Her show had ended on a cliff-hanger about Mac getting a sex change into a robot -a common occurrence on the show-, Twilight and Spike were still out on their 'whirlwind adventure', and she had run out of snacks to chew on while she waited. Her nails clacked against the wooden top of the library desk, echoing each tick and tock from the wall clock. The hours droned on her, irking each of her wound nerves again and again. The only reprise her eyes had from the clock was when she looked to a customer or two stalking around Twilight's library. If it had been any other day -Monday, Tuesday, Thursday- she would have turned the 'closed' sign out and closed the blinds so she could just bum around the house at her leisure. But, Twilight was clear as well as firm that she wanted the library to always be open on Sunday night and Saturday night.
It really didn't bother her, despite the show of abysmal interest she displayed. Cheek caressed against her balled fist; eyes lazily kept lidded only slightly; a half opened magazine sprawled carelessly on the table top. She looked the picture of 'unpaid worker'. From watching the costumers to monitoring the clock, she thought out how much longer she would need to keep the store open. On one hand, she saw a few little girls rummaging through the adventure section; a pretty noble start for a young one. Then again, on the other hand, those two 'hiding' in the sci-fi section performing 'the metroid face attack' on each other were starting to really make her skin crawl. But still there was another point of interest starting to hold her more than anything.
It was subtle, but she kept noticing it as the minutes rolled by. Eyes setting against her; studying her perhaps. When she looked over her shoulder, the same thing happened; she would see a head duck down to the cover of a book before she could get a full look at them. When she huffed and looked back to her magazine, that sensation of watching would set back into her. She mused the thought of calling whoever it was out on the spot. But, she could wait... Wait a little bit longer.
At the first tick leading into the seventh hour of the evening, Sunset Shimmer cracked at her knuckles and stretched out her arms. An agonized and pent-up groan parted from her, which she immediately ended with an embarrassed reddening to her cheeks. A few of the library patrons looked over at her, drawn in by her act of standing up. Sunset looked them all down, a curved grimace turning from her lips before she pointed towards the exit. "The library closes at seven..." her finger switched up and pointed out the clock above the door, "It's seven now. You know what that means?"
No one stayed to answer her; the crackling sparks coming from her magic infused finger gave them enough reason to scurry out as fast as they could. All but one made it out of the library to escape Sunset Shimmer's wraith. The last poor soul, still ducked behind a book, moved his cover off to the side in hopes of laying it down. However, as he did, the book combusted in his very fingers and forced him to throw the book against the floor in a frantic show. The man looked up across the room to see Sunset Shimmer, fingers mimicking a gun aimed in his direction and smoking billowing out from the tips of them to complete the image, looking right at him. "You? You stay right there..." she spoke in a low, threatening tone.
The man stood there, dumbstruck and knocking at his knees while he watched this threatening, rather pretty woman advance towards him; like a lion to a mouse. Upon Sunset Shimmer's examination of the man, she found him to be... lacking. Short blue hair with a lack of grooming to it... Shorts and a T-shirt displaying his lack of style... A shaggy stub of a beard for an effect of not caring... And finally a pair of low lens glasses to just top of the display of a failure... To Sunset Shimmer, she stood before a Class-A loser.
"Do you feel like telling me why you were eyeing me from the cover of your book?" her hand waved towards the book before shooting a finger to his face, "By the way? That book was library property. You'll be paying for it."
He nodded as fast as he could with hands lifted for defense before answering: "Y-Yeah, alright. I'll pay for it. Sorry, sorry!" Sunset couldn't believe how fast he cracked like that, "A-And I was looking at you... because... you... uh..."
The man quickly found himself hoisted up by his shirt collar and put at Sunset's mercy all the more as her fists balled near his throat. She was surprisingly strong for such a petite lady. "Say it or I'll toast you from the inside."
That could have very well been an idle threat, but he was not risking it. "YoulookedfamiliarandIwastryingtorememberwherefromandthenIrememberitwasfromthisdatingwebsite--please don't kill me!" he blurted each word in under a single breath while trembling against Sunset Shimmer's grasp.
A moment came to Sunset where she softened just enough to let the man go, plopping him back to his feet on the ground. "Remembered seeing me from a dating website, huh? That makes sense, you seem like the kind of person who'd be on a site like that," the insult hit the man straight on, even if Sunset had to ignore that she used the same site, "Alright. That's fine enough. You're free to go..."
After excusing him, Sunset didn't hesitate a moment to turn away and walk back towards her desk. She had thought -hoped- that the guy would just leave as she allowed. But when at first that didn't happen, she heard his voice crack to a question directed at her. "Would you like to go out?"
The entire world could have heard a pin drop in that room at that moment. It was like the whole world shifted with Sunset Shimmer. She turned on her heels and looked back at the man, her eyes burning with a fire that would burn tinder into an inferno. Even so, her words came out calm, smooth, if not a little bone-chilling: "What did you say?"
This was a chance to correct himself! To say that he sneezed or said something completely different! This was a chance to escape this embodiment of rage, fire, hot, pouty... "I... asked if you'd like to go out... On a date?" Win-some-lose-some.
She was ready to let this guy have it. She had a lot of rage to let out and a great deal of fire to just let burst. She stomped over to him, wedged her finger to his chest and smirked in preparation for her storm. But... She stopped... Her lips fell to a frown and she started to think. Thoughts ran through her mind this way and that, making her heart twist along with her gut. Before she could stop herself, she huffed a sigh and tossed a strand of hair back. "I... guess I'm free right now... I'm heading to the movies; if you come with me, you can call it a date and pay for me..." she didn't wait for him to respond, just turned away and headed off towards the exit; picking up her leather jacket along the way.
He was genuinely stunned... For the first time in his eighteen years of life, he had a date! His train of thought was broken when he heard the bell of the front door opening. "W-Wait up!" He called after her, picking up his collection of books and stuffing them into his rucksack. He ran after her, catching the closing door just before it slammed shut, "My name's Page Turner, by the way."
"Pretty sure I didn't ask..."
The Gallop Theater ran from noon to midnight, serving more so as the 'late night showing' theater. At the later hours, it was positively flooded with teens and couples looking for a nice dark place; or a good late night flick. Sunset Shimmer led Page Turner along behind her, bringing him to the ticket booth. When he looked at her, the echo of her voice in his mind reminded him that he was paying the way. Hurriedly, he pulled out his wallet and looked at the clerk. "Um, uh... Two for..." he looked up at what movies were playing, feeling the pressure building.
'Lad and the Harlot'? Too much of a kid's movie. 'Rich and Poor 2: Electric Boogaloo'? That just sounded stupid. 'Street Puncher the Movie"? Nah... WAIT! He had it. The perfect choice. He proudly put enough money down for two tickets in front of the clerk. "Two tickets for 'Blood Runs White'."
The clerk raised an eyebrow at the request, eyeing Page Turner before turning to Sunset Shimmer. "It's a pretty graphic movie... You sure your friend here can handle it?"
Sunset snatched one of the two tickets from the counter and popped her jacket against her arms as she walked off towards the show. "We'll see what he's made of..." was all she said back to the two she left behind.
Page Turner took his ticket as well and followed after Sunset Shimmer, trying to hold the queasiness in his gut down. 'Blood Runs White'... How bad could it really be?
SHING! Lotus stood still, the patter of hot, copper scented rain drops drenched her worn body. The last moment of sight she held was the crimson tint of a drawn blade being sheathed to its carved scabbard. CLICK! The handle of the blade met to the holster, signalling Lotus' head to drop from her shoulders and--
"AHHHHHH!" Sunset Shimmer put her face in her palm, ashamed. It was not her screaming, but rather her date. Her date that was now hiding his face behind her back while she tried to watch the climactic scene.
"Page... Can you please shut up? I'm trying to watch--" she tried to whisper as quietly as possible, but her train of thought was interrupted when she saw a slide of red go across the movie screen.
Looking back, Lotus' head had slithered off the muddy land and snapped back to position upon her shoulders. "W-Wait," Sunset blinked, confused by the event, "What just happened? How did that--?"
"Shhh! We're trying to watch the movie!" Someone shushed her from behind... Someone shushed Sunset Shimmer...
Page Turner quickly found his face planted right into the warm spot where Sunset was just sitting when she stood to her feet. If the movie could have paused, it would have for the real, live-action confrontation that was about to go down. At first, Sunset turned to look at who it was with a cool-even expression about her. Studying her target, she saw it was a large, muscle clad man with his arm around a smaller framed girl. "...What did you say?" Sunset questioned, ignoring her volume and tone at this point.
"I said we're trying to watch the movie. Now sit down," the larger man instructed her.
"Why? I have a hard time believing a knuckle-dragging troglodyte like yourself can even understand the movie," Sunset Shimmer was bent now on starting a fight.
She saw as the man snorted at her and withdrew his arm around his own date. "Are you trying to pick a fight?" he laughed at the idea of this little girl picking a fight with him, cracking his knuckles together in the process.
A look of pure thrill came to Sunset Shimmer, her blood rushing and her fingers curling at the chance to let a fire fly. However, her actions were cut off when Page Turner, after a nice long lay against the chair, stood up between the two and outstretched his hands to keep them apart. "L-Let's not do anything we'll all regret. Let's just all watch the movie... Please?" Page's eyes looked so sad at that moment, wanting for nothing but to not get hit or see Sunset get herself hurt.
Surprisingly enough, Sunset softened for the second time that day and let her hands fall to her sides. At that moment, she could see this was not a date for Page at all... She was being pretty unruly to him. She was about to say something, but stopped when she saw Page Turner get plowed in the face by a massive fist right into his jawline. The very last thing Page heard before the entire world blacked out around him was the sound of his bones cracking and grinding against each other, and the rage induced carnage starting from Sunset.
...Beep... Beep... Beep... Page Turner felt groggy, broken, and so-so-so very dizzy. He tried to move his hand to his temple, but suddenly felt a sharp sting shoot through his arm. His head beat like a drum in a hurricane, so very dizzy and unrelenting... When he finally could muster what strength he had, he opened his eyes and took in his surroundings. Machines all around him, white curtains, nurses walking in the hallway outside... Oh my God, he was in heaven. He finally died and this was heaven, wasn't it? No... Wait... There was a tube in his right arm connected to an IV. He was in a hospital.
Now he just felt stupid for his first thought... He tried to remember now how he must have got here. All he could remember was this feeling like a truck ramming right into the side of his face. The arm that didn't have a tube in it moved and touched the side that he remembered being hit. Sure enough, he could feel a swelling there and some form of splint placed against it. When he had tried to stop the fight, he must have gotten punched in the jaw.
Great. He was out of money, had a broken jaw, and now laying in a hospital bed... What a great first date. Adding onto that, now he had his legs pinned under something that felt really warm and almost crawling. He looked to see what the doctors put on his legs. Whatever it was, it had to go. It was really starting to bother him...
...Beep... Beep... Beep-beep-beep-beep-beep! His heart started freaking out against his chest when he looked at the source of the leg pinning. Resting her head on his lap, arms curled under to be used as a pillow, Sunset Shimmer slept soundly with her knees over the bed's edge. Not only that, but her leather jacket was off to the side, hung on a chair along with her sweater; leaving the napping Sunset in just a red tank-top. He just looked at her, astounded at how... cute she looked.
Thinking about it now: he had a hot girl laying on his lap... This was a GREAT first day. He could hear the monitor off to his side duplicating his excitement as it beeped faster and faster. This was a first for him! A hot girl was laying on his lap. He had always dreamed about something like this. However, most of the time he dreamed about this kind of stuff, he would--
Like a drop of a hat, his heart slowed to a grinding halt. He didn't want to look... He really, really didn't... But, in all honesty, he didn't have to. He could feel the tug of the sheets near Sunset Shimmer's head and his legs. A bulge in the white sheets had started to form, much to his heart's painful realization. Page had been so excited by this that he was starting to get 'excited'. But, he found some small settling when he deduced that at least Sunset was sleeping. If she didn't see, he wouldn't have to explain himself. Perfect.
"Mmmm..." Beepbeepbeepbeep! His heart jumped and flopped at the stirring sound from Sunset Shimmer.
Her head craned a bit, brushing her hands along with it. As she moved, her fingers slid against the bulge and swept lazily across the tip. Page shivered at the spine over the sensation. So warm and gentle... But he bit into his lip and stopped himself from making a sound. His mind ran with all the possible ideas he could do to get out of here. Call a nurse? And have them see his erection? No way. Wake Sunset Shimmer up? Not even a possible consideration. Think of something to kill his excitement? Worth a try.
Page closed his eyes and dug deep into his mind, trying to think of the most un-arousing things he could think of. Smelly feet... An unfinished book... Seeing Truffle Shuffle naked. Alright, it was working. Just a little more. Just as he tired to keep his mind on track, Sunset shifted again. This time, his eyes shut, he could only feel the hot, moist sensation pressing against his cloaked shaft. He didn't want to look... He didn't want to look... He could feel just what it was. But...
Page Turner cracked an eye open to see what the feeling was. BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP! His heart skyrocketed when he saw what he was deeding. In her sleep, Sunset Shimmer has tried to find her hand to rest against, putting her lips against the bulge of his sheet covered erection and pursing them there with a hot moistness pressing around it. Page slammed his head against his pillow, loving and hating this situation more than anything else in the world. So fortunate! Yet so unlucky!
The sensation kept shifting as Sunset murmured and breathed in her sleep. When a moment of cool sucked against the cloth, a surge of curling heat soon went against it right after followed by two warm taps of lips against the shaft. Page wanted to cry so badly... He was the most unlucky-lucky person in the world right now. At the very least, he thought, it couldn't get much worse. Sure, he was having a dry blow-job from a sleeping girl he just asked out; but at least that was it.
"Mmmm... So hot..." ...Beep... When Sunset Shimmer, talking so tenderly and softly in her sleep spoke those words against the erection of Page, he had enough.
Against the tip of the sheets, a small spread of bubbling wetness billowed out. As the pool spread, the bulge limped down and retracted. Page fell back against the bed, tears of joy and fear welling in his eyes. "Oh god, please don't let her wake up before a nurse changes the sheets..." he begged to whoever would hear him.
When he got an answer to his hopes, it was not from on-high like he hoped... But it came from below like he dreaded the most. "...You better have peed yourself..." was the last thing he heard before he fainted against the bed and saw Sunset Shimmer glaring at him with blushed, hot cheeks.
Cloudchaser and Flitter: Bored~~!
Four eyes... unblinking... watching tirelessly at a near solid white screen. Motionless... Not wanting even the smallest iota of motion to perhaps shatter the fabric of their careful reality. Hot cheeks pressed firmly against one another, leaving only the thinnest of lines between the raised corners of nail biting lips. They waited, pressed close and arms wrapped around the other's athletic body, silently praying their prayers would be answered. When finally the smallest change happened to their screen, they threw their arms up and groaned in-sync with the other.
"Another ten minutes without a reply?" Flitter whined while sending her legs into a frenzied kick under the computer desk, "I don't get it!"
"I totally don't get it either!" Cloudchaser snorted in a huff, crossing her arms in front of her chest, "We posted our video, like -what?- a week ago? We should've gotten one reply, right?"
"We should've!" The two sisters held to each other's eyes before sighing in-sync once again and draping their arms over the other's shoulders.
Flitter and Cloudchaser shared with each other a look of reassuring, telling the other it would be alright. A wordless bond between -not just sisters- twin sisters that made them pull their embrace in closer and squeeze into one another. A warm love spread between them as they craned their cheeks against the other's and purred sweetly. When they pulled apart, they smiled as one and started snickering. "Thanks, sis, I really-really-REALLY needed that!" Speaking together, it was like surround sound.
But, friends of the two had come to love that surround sound, twin telepathy, always thinking alike style Cloudchaser and Flitter had. It was like the perfect pair; never in disagreement and always having the other's back in the blink of an eye. Not only that... But it goes without saying that to some boys, they were pretty much the package twin-fantasy. Some people wondered just HOW in-sync they really were... The people that thought that were always shot down the second that got into their minds.
As similar as they were, their closest friends could tell the two apart even without looking at them. Cloudchaser had a more sensual voice that was easy on the ears. Flitter was much more spunky and more than happy to jump in on whatever she could. Cloudchaser judged more on looks and how someone presented themselves. Flitter looked at how someone talked and tried to figure out what went on in their head before saying anything. When they were together, you couldn't hope to tell the difference; but apart they were two different people.
Cloudchaser swatted a hand to her sister's naked back, sounding a 'thwack' through their house and making her sister yelp to a jump. "Let's forget about the dating thing and just do something else. Cool?"
Flitter held back the stinging tear of pain from her eye and nodded with her sisterly smile to her sister. "Cool. Got anything in mind?" Flitter led the way to the living room and away from the computer and the shame it brought them.
Thoughts geared around in Cloudchaser's head this way and that. Things to do, things to do. She and her sister fell back onto their easy chairs opposite of one another and sank back against the cushion. Flitter tapped her lips in a fit of pondering while Cloudchaser tapped and scratched at the back of her head. "We could..." Cloudchaser started to lead, hoping to jump start something off of one of them.
"...Practice making-out?" Flitter asked with a bored droll to voice.
Cloudchaser scoffed a bit and put her head back, letting the pricks of her naturally spiked hair ripple against the cushion. "Nah. Yesterday I think we got it down pat," Cloudchaser put her finger to her lips, running against the softness of it as she recalled their last practice.
Flitter giggled a little and pricked her tongue out against her top lip. "Totally..." again, she fell dull and slumped against the couch, "Sooo... What?"
"Hmm..." Cloudchaser flicked her lower lip against her front teeth, trying to think. That's when it came to her. Her eyes shot wide and she slammed her palms against the armrests of her easy chair. "Why don't we hit the tracks and see do a few laps?"
Her sister shot as bright as her in the face and mimicked Cloudchaser's chair motion. "Awesome idea!" Flitter agreed.
Without another word, Flitter hopped out of her seat and made a run for the front door. The door flew open as she yanked the handle and the great gust of the sky-high air swept against her skin. Flitter shivered a little at first, but seeing the wide, perfect blue sky with scattered little puffs of clouds around her house made her shiver for a whole new reason. Down below, nearly half of a mile down from her doorstep, she could see the little town filled with bustling people. "Last one there's a chicken wing!" She yelled back to her sister before jumping out into the open air.
Flitter fell for a few feet out of the sky, nothing stopping her until, from her back, a pair of eagle-esque wings shot wide and started flapping. Her blue wings whipped against the coursing winds around her on her descent, making her spin around and look back towards her home along with the dozens of homes built on top of clouds. A joy filled scream left Flitter before she darted her wings to make her fly ever faster towards the tracks near the town.
Left behind for the moment, Cloudchaser went to the open door with a look of shock and enjoyment mixed on her face. In her hands, she carried two gym bags and a jacket. As her own wings formed out from her back, she started to laugh. "Flitter, you dork! You forgot your clothes!" she jumped out from her home and started flying after her nearly naked sister... forgetting that she herself was just as well clothed as Flitter was.
Cloudchaser and Flitter: Double D.
There's a really long list of things you never once think you'll actually have to talk to someone about. Cloudchaser was having one of those things off the list after she pulled her sister down to the ground right outside the city stadium grounds. Chest bare and bearing full to the passing onlookers snapping quick pictures with their camera-phones, Flitter just gave her sister a knowing look. "Well it wasn't like I was gonna go upstairs and change so you could get the lead."
Stupid! Cloudchaser slapped her forehead and scoffed at her own stupidity. She lost out to her sister on aerodynamics! Clothes have only held her back this day. She huffed and crossed her arms before her modest chest; more modest then Flitter's at least given the circumstances. "Guess I'm a chicken wing... Flying fricks," Cloudchaser kicked at the asphalt under her heels, "Whatevs!"
"Whatevs!" Flitter parroted, bouncing on the balls of her feet.
As Flitter bounced, a few more camera-phones snapped the image of the still naked woman letting her 'assets' bounce along with her. Cloudchaser gave the wolf-eyed boys a shooing hand before wrapping her arm around her sister's shoulder. "Whatevs or whatevs, let's get you in a jersey before we wind-up on the internet again," Cloudchaser led her sister into the arena grounds trying to cover Flitter's pert nipples.
"Aww-yeah, remember last time? So embarrassing..." Flitter shook her head as they entered the grounds.
"I know, right?" It didn't take long for the twins to reach the women's changing room near the entrance.
Cloudchaser swung the door open for her sister, letting her get right to changing first. "Yeah... But we did make all that money," Flitter shrugged with a small giggle as she passed her sister and went into the locker room.
Cloudchaser had to admit that there was a large amount of money last time, making her snicker too. She slipped in after her sister, letting the locker room door shut behind her. The city arena was very accommodating to repeat visitors like Flitter and Cloudchaser, giving people like them their own lockers to hold whatever they needed whenever they came for a visit. The two of their lockers were as you would expect: exact mirrored copies of the other's. A few changes of gym shorts and t-shirts made up for the majority that filled both lockers along with a few odds and ends that you would come to expect from a couple of athletes.
The two spared no time getting into their workout clothes, except for Cloudchaser who had the trouble of first getting out of her clothes. Flitter snapped the elastic of her shorts against her waist, letting the fabric conform to a nice tight grip against her rear and hips. When she popped her head out from her t-shirt after slipping it on, she looked to Cloudchaser to see if she was about ready too. Sure enough Cloudchaser met her sister's eyes as she slip into her own t-shirt. The two shot each other a quick thumbs-up along with a goofy grin before starting into a small laugh.
Dressed and ready to roll, the two exited the locker room by the use of the back way leading to the stadium grounds itself. The two of them loved exercising here on the stadium grounds as much as the next person; except for one small problem. Their gym clothes didn't leave much room for their wings to release out from their back. Exercise was great and all, but a pegasi was nothing without wing training. Either way, the grounds were always nice for them on every trip. Girls would give envious looks at them, boys would whistle at them, and they'd get a great workout. What could be better?
Rounding the grounds was a simple track lined with white sections against the otherwise black pavement. The twins exchanged a short look and Flitter put her hand out to her sister. "Three laps?"
Cloudchaser snatched Flitter's hand and squeezed it, getting much of the same treatment from her sister the second their hands touched. "Three laps."
Even as they got to their starting points on the track, their hands remained cupped together and their eyes staring determined into the other's. They both scuffed their sneakers against the pavement, huffing a weak grunt as they loosened up their joints; all the while staying connected by their hand. "Ready..." Cloudchaser started, gripping her sister's hand even tighter.
"Set..." Flitter cracked her neck once, loosening up one last joint.
"GO!" They both screamed into each other's face.
Like a blur the two broke down the track, keeping in exact time with each other and never once breaking eye or hand contact. To onlookers watching this strange spectral, it was really something to see. How rare was it to see a tandem race where the tandem was racing against itself? Even better, how rare was it to see that with two girls not wearing sports bras? One such onlooker was a fair looking man hunched over himself while he watched the grand sight. He tapped his chin curiously, fixating on the two with narrowed eyes. "Hey..." He spoke, nudging at a larger built man sitting next to him with his face hidden behind a hand, "Klondike? Do those girls look familiar to you?"
"Wouldn't know. I'm not looking," the bigger man responded while still reserving his spot behind a blinding hand.
"Will you stop that," the smaller man yanked the other man's hand from his face, "It's not like they're naked. They just... You know... Forgot bras."
"Doesn't make things much better, Noteworthy," Klondike reluctantly opened his eyes and joined in with his friend at watching the two girls, "Hmmm... They do look familiar... I can't put my finger on it..."
The two pondered and racked their brains as they watched the twins round the track again and again. Their hair, their form, the small interactions between the two they could make out from where they were sitting... It seemed so very familiar. Around their third lap around, their attention intensified as Flitter and Cloudchaser neared the finish line. All at once, the two clapped their free hands together and started to almost wrestle with each other with every step they took. They swung each other this way and that, trying to make it so they were the one crossing the line first. Watching the display, Noteworthy grinned a little and turned to his friend.
"The messy hair one is going to win," he stated.
Klondike snorted once and shook his head while watching the nearly ended 'race'. "Not a chance. She's swinging the other girl too wildly, she's about to lose her footing and this race."
A new sort of conviction sparked in the two boys and they watched the race with careful fixation. Cloudchaser pulled ahead with a swift swing of her sister, only to get shook back as Flitter bolted a large step ahead. The two boys clenched up all over, burning with anticipation more and more as the finish line neared the warring twins.
Flitter!
Cloudchaser!
Flitter!
Cloudchaser!
It was madness! Each one fighting to stay ahead in the final few feet of the race's stretch home! They tustled the other viciously with their entwined hands, when finally...!
"YES!" Noteworthy threw his arms and body into the air in triumph.
Cloudchaser tottered out with a dizzy look in her eyes, staggering this way and that way before falling flat on the grass lining the track. The champion still stood, the victor of the track! Flitter roared and stomped her feet against the track where she crossed before her sister by a mere second. "I did it~~. I did it~~. Oh-yeah-yeah-yeah!" Flitter danced around, popping her leg up behind her and swinging her hands out in front of her in the famed 'cabbage-patch' maneuver, "Suck a nut, sister~~, kiss my ass! I'm first place and you're stuck in last~~!" Flitter kept her triumph on a blazing glory in the midst of her dance.
Still swooping her head round and round on her shoulders, Cloudchaser giggled and swung her hand out towards her sister in a dismissing brush. "Ah, screw it! You win this time. That's fifty wins for me and forty-nine for you. Whatevs."
Hurrying to her sister's side well after her victory dance and cheer, Flitter helped her sister back to her feet and into a warm hug. "Whatevs. Sisters before misters. Right?" Flitter remarked, pressing her cheek against Cloudchaser's.
Cloudchaser at first didn't respond to her sister's remark. Instead, her eyes adjusting to the world around her again saw two faces watching them very closely. A sort of scrawny looking guy with crazy tie-dye hair, and a bigger albino looking dude. They looked so... So... "Sis, cutie and hottie at six o'clock," Cloudchaser whispered to Flitter.
Her sister spared no time at all to look behind her and eye up the two voyeurs in the stands. Right away she and Cloudchaser scrambled to rub their faces off on the fronts of their t-shirts and mess with their hair; using their own sister as a sort of mirror, they checked 'themselves' over in each other. They leaned into the other and took a small whiff of each other, cringing a little but dismissing it for the time being. They mentally prepared themselves, getting the the other up and smiling into the other's face. "Alright, Flitter. This is our chance. Play it cool, play it close to the vest, and don't look too desperate."
"But we are desperate..." Flitter groaned, her shoulders slumping.
"I know..." Cloudchaser mirrored her sister, "But... They don't know that. As far as they know, we're just two twins that like running laps and hold hands... So, yeah, they might think we're into each other."
"Not like we never did that sort of thing."
"Well, yeah... But THEY don't need to know that," Cloudchaser winked at her sister.
Flitter let that sink in for a second before snapping her fingers and realizing what that meant. "Ohhh, I got'cha..."
Up above in the stands, the two men looked on with both worried and curious glances. "I swear they looked at us..." Klondike regretting taking his hand off his eyes now.
"Come on. It's not like they think we're pervs. Maybe they think we're cute or something," Noteworthy flipped the situation into a positive, "I bet you right now they're thinking about coming over here and talking to us."
To Noteworthy's surprise, the twins sure enough came walking towards the two of them in the stands. It was only when they were facing Klondike and Noteworthy that the sweat stains on the fronts of their tops became a lot more blatant. The white fabric of the twins shirts' showed very clearly two perky breasts tightly gripped behind the wet t-shirts on both of them. Klondike mentally struggled at this point if he should cover his eyes or not. Noteworthy on the other hand straightened his shirt and messed with his hair, trying to get a 'look' together. The twins stopped short of the two boys and looked up to them.
"Hey...!" Cloudchaser called up.
The two boys swallowed and looked back at the girls, trying to look them in the eyes despite the assets they had flaunting at their chests. "Are you two jerking off to our boobs up there?"
DAMN IT! Both Klondike and Noteworthy slapped their foreheads in grief.
Down below, the twins started giggling again and looked at the boys with rather sweet turned looks. "We're just rubbing you is all. Don't worry," Flitter jumped up and grabbed onto the railing, pulling herself up and sitting cross legged in front of Noteworthy, "I'm Flitter. You're cute..." She looked the boy over closer, giving a low, sultry purr as she did so.
While Noteworthy froze up at the come on, Cloudchaser did much the same as her sister and swung to a sit in front of Klondike on the railing. "And I'm Cloudchaser. You look pretty strong... I like that," the girl bit her bottom lip, her eyes scanning over the boy.
Both of the boys looked at each other for a second, stunned really that this was really happening. Before either of them could say anything, Flitter and Cloudchaser both offered them a slip of paper. "Here's our address. Pick us up at seven, alright?" Flitter flipped backward and landed back on the ground below.
"Don't be late~~," Cloudchaser warned them with a wink before she fell back to stand next to her sister as well.
The two couldn't form a word in the slightest. They could only watch as they two girls ran off towards the locker rooms, giggling like teenagers before they disappeared.
"...I'm Noteworthy," Noteworthy finally said.
"...And I'm Klondike... Did we just get a double date?"
"I... I think so... Psh. And they say beautiful women don't just drop into your lap!"
"Think we came on too strong?" Flitter started to second guess herself as she stripped down and slipped into some spare clothes in her locker.
"We had to. Remember what the dating site said? Be brave and bold!" Cloudchaser made a fist and thumped it against her chest, "Besides... They were cute. And it wasn't like the website was gonna get us a date anytime soon..."
Dressed up and ready to roll, the two linked arms together and set off for home... It was only outside the stadium that the realized they didn't say what kind of date they wanted.
"...Ass..." They both groaned.
