1. I'm sorry I trapped you under the stage.
Chapter 1: I'm sorry I trapped you under the stage.
The Battle of the Bands had been just a couple of days ago, and Sunset Shimmer had finally been accepted by the majority of the school body. She had redeemed herself, and though she knew she still had to make up for all the bad things she had done the past years, she knew that her life would only get better.
If only she wasn't going crazy.
Ever since she finally embraced the harmony within herself and helped the Rainbooms defeat the sirens, Sunset felt that her sense of smell was growing stronger with each passing day. At first she attributed it to her being happy, but it got to a point where she just couldn't ignore it.
The smell of roses and the grass; the varying smell of the wind of different weather; the smell of food; everything was stronger, and she was able to easily recognize and separate the different scents of anything. And her taste was also better, being able to enjoy lettuce as if it was some kind of gourmet meal. It wasn't in the same degree, but it somehow reminded her of her pony body. And every time she played music with the Rainbooms, thus transforming again, her senses grew even more.
She had asked the girls if they were feeling something similar, but none of them felt any different aside from the obvious transformation.
Sunset was disappointed, but she decided to think reasonably. And after a lot of thinking, she came to the hypothesis that it probably was due to the fact that she was a real pony. Yes, it was a good explanation, and she'd had to write a letter to Princess Twilight to help her see if she was correct. And she'd do it right away, if she hadn't been asked to help clean the gymnasium.
Apparently, Canterlot High didn't have enough money to hire janitors, so it was the students and teachers' job to keep clean the school. In retrospective, it prevented the students from making any mess.
After a good hour of cleaning, the gym was finally clean. Sunset saw many students heading to the door, already wanting to go home. And she was going to do the same, but she saw a few folding chairs lying near the stage. She sighed and decided to take them to the storage room. Unfortunately, they were too many to carry in just one trip, so she decided to do it as fast as she could.
When she entered the room, she quickly found a corner where she could place the chairs. She crossed to the opposite corner, but the very moment she dropped the chairs against the wall, she heard the door closing. She instantly turned around, only to find that Trixie was standing there with one arm behind her body, most likely holding the knob of the door.
Trixie was wearing a frown of annoyance, and she was looking at the floor. Sunset was going to ask her if she had any problem when she heard a faint mumble. "Say again?" She asked, more confused than anything.
"Trixie said she's sorry, ok?" Trixie snapped, louder than she had intended. When Sunset only raised an eyebrow, she continued. "You know, about trapping you under the stage… I know I was under those girls' spell, but I still feel like I should apologize."
Sunset blinked, and after a moment she gave a faint smile. "Well, because you trapped us, we were able to solve some problems, thus being able to defeat the sirens." She walked towards Trixie and to the door. "We should thank you for that, actually."
"Don't give me that!" Trixie snapped, making Sunset freeze in place. "Trixie will not accept anything besides an 'I forgive you'! The other girls already forgave Trixie!"
At that, Sunset smirked. "So the reason you came until now is because you've been apologizing to them? I bet you stalked them to make sure you could do it privately with each one so no one else would hear you." She knew that she was being harsh, but Trixie did say mean things to her, even if she was being mind controlled.
"Shut up!" Trixie yelled and pushed Sunset from her shoulder with a hand.
Sunset felt a sudden chill from the spot where Trixie had pushed her ran through her entire body, and she gasped, stepping back a little more. She put a hand on the same shoulder, and when nothing happened, she looked up at Trixie with confusion and surprise. Trixie on her part made her own confused face and blinked twice.
There was a moment where both girls just stood there, staring at each other in awkward silence. The only thing that could be heard was Sunset's quivery breath. And after what seemed like a full minute, Trixie closer the distance between them, wearing a concerned frown. "Hey, are you ok?" She asked, stopping until she was just a foot away from Sunset.
Sunset stopped breathing for just one second, and then a wave of smells invaded her nose. There was a strong scent of vanilla and probably jasmine, being followed by a combination of roses and lavender. And then a small glimpse of strawberry and an incredibly pleasant touch of moist. Sunset heard Trixie say something else, but she was more focused on her smells than her voice. She noticed that her clothes emanated a soft scent of soap and softener, and perhaps a little of peppermint.
She blinked, realizing that she had closed her eyes for a moment. "Hey! Can you hear me?" Trixie said, and the concern of her voice made Sunset flinch a little. And then she noticed that the smell of peppermint wasn't coming from Trixie's clothes, but from her breath.
"Are you feeling sick? Do you want Trixie to go for a-" Sunset interrupted her by placing her lips over hers. And a wave of pleasure ran through her spine. She inhaled deeply, catching all of Trixie's smells and relishing the strawberry from her lips. The kiss was devoid of passion, for it was just a touch of lips, but it was enough to send shivers all across Sunset's body, and soon she found herself lost in it.
For Sunset, it was as if time had slowed down. All her senses were moaning, and her heart was pounding against her chest. But as much as she was enjoying this moment, she felt a pressure on her lungs, telling her that she wasn't really good at not breathing. And so she broke the kiss, panting heavily as she leaned back.
Trixie's eyes were unblinkingly open and her pupils had shrunk so much that were almost invisible. She gaped, trying to at least to mutter one word. She leaned back and let out a heavy sigh through her nose, and that noise was enough to snap Sunset out of her own world and come back to reality.
"I-I…" Sunset muttered, finally realizing what she had done. "I'm sorry! I-I don't know what's gotten into me!" She stepped back, feeling heat rising in her face, and her heart throbbing furiously in her throat.
"You feel that way for me?" Trixie asked, looking at the floor and putting a fist against her chest. "I can't say I've thought about you in that way… Or about anyone for that matter… But…" She took a deep breath and looked up, gazing at Sunset's eyes. "If the Great and Powerful Trixie dazzles you that much, I think I might give you a shot."
The last word barely made its way out of her mouth, and Sunset was already attacking her mouth once again. And this time Sunset let herself taste Trixie's mouth with her tongue. She didn't know why she was making out with Trixie, and she couldn't come with an answer either, for her mind was a turmoil of fog and smells and flavors and pleasure.
Sunset felt Trixie move away from her, and she decided to follow her, grabbing her from her shoulders and leaning her closer. Trixie put her hands on Sunset's collarbones, eliciting a low moan from her, but effectively making her stop kissing. Or at least that's what she thought, for Sunset started to kiss back, only that instead of her mouth, it was her jaw, following the fine line of the bone with kisses and the occasional lick.
"Sunset…" Trixie moaned a warning, but Sunset had already moved to her neck, and her kisses were even more passionate, slowly licking her jugular and sucking her skin. "S-Sunset!" Trixie tried to push her away, but Sunset's arms were already around her, caressing her back and nape. Their breathing was heavy and fast, and Sunset was moaning loudly against her neck, making her bit her lower lip to keep herself for doing it too. "Sunset, stop!" She cried, and with one last push, she finally managed to make a decent amount of space between them. "You're scaring me…"
Sunset stepped back, panting irregularly as she recovered control of her body once again. She looked in horror at what she was doing and grabbed her head, closing her eyes. "What is wrong with me?" She said in a whisper, but Trixie could hear her perfectly. "I'm not like this… I'm not…"
Against her best judgment, Trixie decided to close the distance once again, only that this time she made sure not to touch her. "Hey, what's going on? This is not only because you've fallen for Trixie, right?"
"I don't know." Sunset replied, taking a deep breath, trying to calm herself. "Since the Battle of the Bands, my whole body has been growing oversensitive… But it had been harmless until now!" She looked at Trixie with watery eyes. "It was only that food tasted better, and I could catch a better scent of flowers and that stuff… But now my whole body… A-And you…" She pressed her jaw in an attempt not to cry. "I don't know what's going on…"
Trixie stared at Sunset for a moment. She couldn't believe that the girl that had been the only bully known in the history of Canterlot High was now crying helplessly in front of her. After a minute, Sunset let out a sigh, and muttering an apology, she started to walk to the door. "W-Wait." Trixie said, and Sunset obliged. "I…" She started, and quickly realized that she didn't know what she was doing. She only knew that she couldn't let Sunset leave in that state, or that she had turned her on so easily. "Do you think that, uh, 'it' will, you know, help you feel better?"
Sunset turned around and looked at her with surprise. "Trixie I don't think it's a good idea…" She said, but her body seemed to be ready to bounce in any moment. "I… I don't think I'd be able to stop a third time…"
"Don't worry." Trixie said confidently, but her body was shivering in nervousness. "Trixie still owes you an apology…"
Sunset didn't need more convincing, only that this time she could control herself well enough to approach Trixie in a less frantic way. She grabbed her from the shoulders and gave her a soft kiss, a mere touch of lips at first, and then a more passionate exchange of saliva. Their tongues danced with each other, and Sunset realized that being allowed in was way better than forcing the entrance herself.
And while her mouth enjoyed the taste of Trixie's mouth, her arms searched for more skin to touch, and she soon found herself unzipping Trixie's sweatshirt. The garment fell freely to the floor, and Trixie decided that it was her turn to divest Sunset from her jacket.
Without any delay, Sunset reached the hem of Trixie's top, and she complied, helping Sunset pull out her shirt. Sunset groaned when she had to stop kissing, but quickly forgot it the moment the shirt touched the floor with a soft thud. She looked down with hungry eyes, only to find a weird piece of white garment around Trixie's bust. "What's that?"
Trixie looked down panting, and after but a second gazed at Sunset with an eyebrow raised. "You don't know what a brassiere is?"
Sunset blinked and then looked at Trixie with uncertain in her eyes. "Should I?"
For a moment, Trixie only stared back, but decided that she'd explain later, since right now it was killing the mood. "It's not important." She said and looked around for a moment, smiling when her eyes found a few tables stacked upon each other. She walked to them, motioning Sunset to follow her, and made a little jump to sit on them, thus earning a few inches of height above Sunset.
And without waiting, Trixie reached the hook of her bra and unfastened it, quickly pulling it out and tossing it on the floor. And Sunset's heart jumped at the sight of Trixie's bare breasts. She felt her mouth moisten, and decided to stop wasting time.
Trixie let out a quivery gasp as Sunset bounced to her chest and started licking and sucking her left nipple while using a hand to massage her right breast. She let out pants and low moans as Sunset made her way to the other nipple. Sunset bit it playfully, earning a delightful gasp, and then sucked it hard eliciting another louder moan in response. She was finding quite amazing how something could taste so deliciously sweet yet a little salty at the same time.
With a loud, wet pop, Sunset let out Trixie's nipple, but quickly moved to kissing between her breasts, licking her way down to her stomach. She felt Trixie shiver as she reached her belly button, and started to circle it with her tongue. Trixie suppressed a moan, and Sunset decided to look up, and her heart pounded faster at what she saw.
Trixie had closed her eyes and a beautiful blush, and she was biting one of her fingers in an attempt to stop moaning. And Sunset smirked. They had crossed the point of no return quite a while ago, and she was planning to reach the end.
Sunset grabbed Trixie's skirt -not without brushing her fingers ever so slowly on her sides first- and started to pull it off. Trixie made a little jump, and held her breath as a cold breeze met the hot, wet spot between her legs.
Tossing the skirt on the floor, Sunset fixed her eyes on Trixie's panties, and groaned when she instinctively crossed her legs. Sunset caressed Trixie's thighs, and ever so slowly separated them, earning a full view of her prize. She inhaled deeply, welcoming the smell that came out from the wet panties. Narrowing her eyes, Sunset leaned forwards and without any warning, she gave a long, slow lick at Trixie's crotch, savoring the moan that invaded her ears. The flavor was good, but the taste of fabric left a disgusting feeling in her tongue.
Sunset decided to stop playing, and pulled off the panties twice as fast than the skirt. She didn't waste one more second, and leaned closer through the heavier scent of Trixie's juices. And once again, she didn't ask for permission, and went straight to licking.
The taste was heavenly.
Trixie arched her back as she moaned the loudest that day. She unconsciously grabbed Sunset's head with both hands, pulling her closer, but she didn't seem to care, in fact, she complied, and started to lick Trixie's vulva with long and slow movements of her tongue, sucking from time to time producing very loud and wet pops that were suffocated by Trixie's own moans of pleasure.
Sunset took her time to enjoy the salty flavor, giving low moans of her own. And she quickly realized that it wasn't enough; she needed something stronger. Fortunately, she had studied human anatomy, and while it had been only to understand her own body, the knowledge was being proven useful once more.
She started to massage Trixie's clitoris with her thumb and index fingers, and true to the books, it came out with little effort. For a moment, Sunset just stared dumbfounded at the musky, slightly sticky and pink piece of meat. It was gorgeous, and its smell was even stronger, so she forced a blink to stop staring and started to lick it, circling her tongue around it. And of course, that was driving Trixie crazy, moaning and panting. Sunset then began to suck it, and for a moment she imagined herself sucking a tiny dick. It was a funny thought, but she couldn't concentrate too much on it, since Trixie was starting to be too loud.
An idea occurred to Sunset, and she smiled internally as she introduced two fingers inside Trixie's vagina, moving them up and down, right to left and in circles, never in order. After just a minute, she retrieved her fingers, and looking up for a moment, she searched for Trixie's mouth and forced her wet finger in it. At first Trixie tried to complain, but almost immediately started licking and sucking them; and to Sunset's relief, her moans were a lot quieter now.
With that taken care of, Sunset kept sucking on Trixie's clitoris, occasionally stopping to introduce her tongue on her pussy and lick her vulva, swallowing her juices every time she could.
Sunset kept eating Trixie out, enjoying everything that emanated from her: her smell, her juices, her voice, her body; all of her was perfect. She never had thought that humans would be so tasty; it was almost as if she was eating a mare's crotch. Almost.
Trixie pressed her jaw, and Sunset felt her body tensing up and her arms burying her deeper in her crotch. And with only a dry moan as a warning, Trixie came, and just as Sunset had hoped it to be, her juices came out in small bursts, and Sunset tried her best to catch everything with her mouth. She swallowed it all, feeling a good part of her face wet and a little sticky.
With a loud sigh of satisfaction, Sunset leaned back and gazed at Trixie. The poor girl was already tired, panting heavily and with Sunset's fingers still in her mouth. And for some reason, that made her smile even more. Sunset stood up, and felt a cold moisture between her own legs, and she suddenly realized just how turned on she was. How she didn't notice earlier, she'd never know. But now it was a real concern, and she knew that using only fingers wouldn't do it at all.
And then she looked at Trixie again, and a devious smile appeared in her face.
"Hey, Trixie, you still haven't apologized enough." She said, and Trixie looked at her with tired eyes but with a big grin. Sunset helped her get on her feet, but almost instantly pinned her down against the floor, kissing her passionately until they were completely lying down. The taste of her own juices was really strange for Trixie, but she didn't have the energy to think about, not when Sunset was readying herself for a second round.
Sunset stood up for a moment and quickly got rid of her clothes, and Trixie smiled at the fact that she indeed didn't use a bra. When she was fully naked, Sunset sat down and grabbed one of Trixie's legs, aiming her crotch to Trixie's. "I've read that this is a very common position." She said, and almost instantly started scissoring Trixie.
Moans of pleasure filled the room once again. At first it was only Sunset doing all the job, but shortly after Trixie started to move her hips, and it only took them a few seconds to coordinate. Sunset grinned at Trixie's remaining energy, and wondered just how many rounds she could endure. Not that it matter at the moment, for her mind was starting to feel foggy once again. And she remembered that her body was oversensitive just at the very moment when she came, and her orgasm was louder and more violent than Trixie's.
But she didn't stop, and kept moving her hips up and down and in circles, pressing in the right spots. It felt so good, so different from when she was a pony. She quickly worked herself up to her second orgasm, but tried to hold it a little longer when she saw in Trixie's face that she was coming too. Sadly, she couldn't wait any longer, and she came again, arching her back and thrusting her hips in pure reflex of the spasms of her orgasm. Fortunately, that was just enough to help Trixie reach hers, and just like the first time, it was only a dry, almost silent moan when she came, relaxing her body only a moment later.
After both of them had finally calmed, Sunset stood up and slowly started to get dressed. Trixie, on her part, was content just lying there, still breathing heavily. "Aren't you going to get dressed? Someone could enter any moment and see you like this."
Trixie only smiled, too tired to laugh. "It could have happened any moment in the last… How long were we doing it?"
Sunset idly scratched her head and then shrugged. "Dunno, but I really don't care…" She let out a content sigh and grabbed Trixie's clothes, throwing them at their owner. "But… It was a wonderful experience… Thanks…"
Trixie took her clothes and started to put them on, not wanting to tempt her luck. "Best apologize ever." She whispered, and then looked at Sunset while struggling to put on her bra. "So… does this mean that… you and I…"
With a thoughtful and soft whistle, Sunset pondered the situation, and after a couple of seconds, she smiled at Trixie. "What about we talk it over some cake?"
Trixie nodded with a grin, and finally finished dressing up. She then looked at the tables and floor, and realized that there was something that needed more priority. "Ok, but I think we need to get cleaned first. I'm pretty sure we smell of shame."
Sunset only beamed.
Author's Note
My first take on clopfics.
No shame, no regrets, hope you enjoy.
