Spicy Tuna Roll

by Fuzzyfurvert

Rating: teen
Tags: Drama, Romance, Vice-Principal Luna, Equestria Girls, Sex, Discord, Twilight Sparkle (EqG), Principal Celestia, Slice of Life
Length: 9759

A series of bite-sized, somewhat spicy scenes with Twilight and Luna in the vauge EQG-verse.

Twilight and Luna. Twiluna. Tuna.

The very generalized EQG-verse versions of high school senior Twilight and Vice Principal Luna illicitly hookup and have a spicy time together.

It should also be noted that the first two chapters were written well before Rainbow Rocks was even in production, let alone human Twilight's reveal. The story continues that AU and pays little heed to the actual EQG canon. While sex is very strongly implied, this is not a clopfic. Like most of my fics, I tend to update it when I feel like it and/or the Muse is slapping me around.

Published 2014-12-15 19:10:03 UTC
Last updated 2017-01-29 05:47:37 UTC

Brand New Day

Twilight blinked the sleep out of her eyes as the sun started to rise on her first day at a new school.

She was used to getting up early, but dawn was still hours before she'd need to get up. Twilight yawned and shifted slightly on her side. School wasn't the only new thing in her life. The warm presence spooning her from behind was new too. So was the hand gently palming her breast.

"I'm not a virgin anymore..." Twilight smiled tiredly.

Last night was magical. They had met innocently enough a couple of weeks previously in the park, the both of them there to sky gaze as the stars came out. They started up a conversation about constellations. Her name was Luna. She had eyes prettier than any celestial body. Twilight wondered just how obviously she'd been smitten with the older woman.

They talked about everything each night they met under the stars. It was as if their ages meant nothing. They spoke as equals, peers and friends. Until last night. Luna had seemed distracted. She called off their stargazing and asked Twilight if she liked Thai food.

Luna drove. The Thai Pad Noodles were tasty. Luna talked about her job starting soon. They'd never spoken about it before and she didn't go into details. She was worried they wouldn't be able to meet again. Twilight reassured Luna that they would see each other. Twilight wanted their friendship to continue. Luna said she really liked Twilight but things between them might be seen as inappropriate.

Twilight was of the opinion that it wasn't anyone elses business what their relationship might be. So long as two people cared for each other, what should it matter?

When they were back in Luna's car, Twilight made her feelings known. The kiss started out awkwardly with her just pressing her lips against Luna's. Then Luna took over. Her fingers slipped through Twilight's hair and cradled the back of her head. Luna's tongue slipped into her mouth and taught Twilight's tongue how to dance. She became the teacher and Twilight her faithful student.

The rest of the night was a blur of skin, lips, fingers, kisses and caresses.

Now, here she was watching the dawn from the bed of a woman easily ten years her senior. Twilight sighed contentedly and then gasped as the blue hand cupping her right breast squeezed.

"Mornin' Twi..." Luna groaned and stretched. "I don't mean to rush you, not after last night, but if we get up now I can fix us breakfast before taking you home. I have to work today so we probably won't see each other for a while."

Twilight rolled over to face Luna. She traced her fingertips down Luna's belly and over the swell of her hip. "We'll see each other again Luna. Last night wasn't a one time thing."

Luna smiled and leaned in to plant a quick kiss on Twilight's lips. "God, I hope not. That was... that was just what I needed. We'll have to be careful. My job-!"

Twilight put her hand over Luna's mouth. "I know. Believe me, I understand. I'm just a senior in highschool. You could get in trouble."

"Wait, you're a senior? At which school?"

"Canterlot High. I just transferred. Why?"

Luna facepalmed. " I think we're going to be seeing each other more often than not..."

Three Day Weekend(part 1)

Twilight fidgeted as she sat on the plush couch in Luna’s livingroom. It wasn’t like the livingrooms of any of her friends - well, the livingrooms of her friends’ parents mostly. Rainbow Dash technically had an apartment of her own with Sunset Shimmer, but their livingroom consisted of a single beanbag and all the boxes they hadn’t unpacked since moving in. This livingroom though - it was fit for a princess or something!

Everything was color coordinated and the furniture all matched. Bookshelves lined the walls and science magazines sat in an artful pile on the black glass coffee table. Luna even had framed, blown-up images of the moon taken by early NASA flybys and the Apollo missions. Those had made her grin like a maniac the first morning after she’d slept over. Everything was neat and measured and in it’s place like one of those cool show rooms at IKEA.

Music, an instrumental cover of some older classic rock song, played from the cleverly hidden speakers while Twilight twisted her hair around her finger idly and tapped her foot against her backpack which was stuffed with clothes instead of books for a change. Luna was in the adjacent kitchen, humming along to the music while she prepared lunch.

“Twilight?”

“Yes!” Twilight jumped, startled when Luna poked her head into the livingroom.

“Lunch is ready, if you are?” Luna held her hand up to cover her smile as she watched the flustered younger woman. “I was thinking we might watch a movie later? I want you to be comfortable when you visit me...so, we’ll take things as slowly as you need to.”

‘Um,” Twilight blushed and blinked quickly as she got to her feet, “I am comfortable, Luna. This just... new to me.”

Luna nodded. “New to me too. It’s been a long time since…” Luna looked away, her face dark for a moment before she flipped her hair back and flashed those gorgeous teal eyes. “Lets not talk about that though. We have the whole three day weekend ahead of us and my sister is safely on the other side of the continent!”

“And my folks on vacation.” Twilight blushed harder and she looked away from Luna to the small stack of tomato and bacon sandwiches on the table. They really did look delicious but at that very moment it wasn’t what she’d really rather be eating. That line of thought only made her blush grow hotter on her cheeks and Twilight quickly moved to take a seat at Luna’s small dining table.

‘Want something to drink?” Luna opened her fridge and made a show of checking the contents while pointing her posterior at Twilight.

Or maybe she didn’t, Twilight wasn’t really sure she was a good judge of subtle seductive nuance at the moment. Was it getting warmer in here?

“I have water, milk, soda.” Luna looked back over her shoulder with a sly smile. “I have rum and tequila too, if you want it.”

Twilight sputtered for a moment as she registered what she was being offered. Wasn’t there supposed to be playful banter in a healthy relationship? She was sure she’d read that somewhere.

“V-vice principal Luna! Are you trying to ply a student with alcohol? Such a scandal Canterlot High has never seen before!” Twilight grinned with pride for a moment before affecting a mock look of shock. “Besides, if you’re trying to get me out of my skirt, you only need ask nicely.”

Twilight giggled as she watched Luna blush and bristle while she pulled a couple of sodas from the fridge. The older woman took a moment to compose herself and took a seat next to Twilight and set the cold cans on the table with the sandwiches.

After a moment, Luna looked Twilight in eye, teal meeting deep purple. “Twi...I really like you. I know this is a new thing for both of us, but I want this...I want us to be based on more than just some mutual interests and sex.”

“It’s really good sex. N-not that I’m speaking from experience! I-I mean I’ve seen some porn - like once or twice - it j-just seems that it’s…I just really like it…” Twilight swallowed hard and fumbled for her drink to keep her hands occupied.

“Yes, well,” Luna chuckled lightly and grabbed one of the sandwich slices, “it is good sex. Really good. Speaking from experience.”

Luna bit into her little slice of bacony heaven and munched quietly for a moment. “Wait, you’ve watched porn?”

Twilight shoved half of her own sandwich in her mouth and nodded slowly as she chewed and swallowed. “Uh...um, I might...uh, I might have done a tensy bit of research since you invited me over last weekend.”

Luna blinked, stunned for a moment before she leaned in and pulled Twilight into a hug. “Oh Twi! That is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me! See? It’s the little stuff, like that, that I want us to have! I want us to know each other, to be friends just as much as bedroom gymnastics partners.”

Luna sighed and hugged Twilight close. “I want to be loved again, no matter how weird I am.”

“I want that too, Luna.” Twilight wrapped her arms around the person she was coming to think of more and more as her girlfriend. “I think I love you...really, I’m just not sure. I’m just new at this and you’re still just so pretty and mature and out of my league.”

“Don’t say that.”

“It’s true.” Twilight sighed and breathed in the scent of Luna’s hair and skin. She could smell the lightest hint of mint and some sort of flowery perfume and underneath it all the scent of a woman. “Sometimes I fear this is all a dream.”

“You aren’t asleep, Twilight. I’m just as real as anyone and my feelings for you are real too. Never doubt that.” Luna pulled back gently and looked into Twilight’s eyes again and planted a soft kiss on the girl’s lips. She became putty in Luna’s grip, Twilight’s body molding against Luna’s as much as their chairs would allow.

‘Wow...Luna, you are worse than the boys at school. I could seriously fall for you forever…”

Luna smirked and fixed Twilight with a cheesy bedroom leer. “I’m worse than the entire football team, sweetheart. Just wait til you get a look at my toy chest!”

Three Day Weekend(part 2)

Twilight hummed to herself as she ran her fingertips over the polished chrome accents of Vice Principal Luna’s preposterously large stereo system cabinet. Just below the frosted glass door was an immaculate frankenstein of the latest in digital playback hardware and increasingly older and more archaic devices that presumably allowed Luna to play older formated music through her surround speakers and subwoofer. Luna claimed she had it specially crafted to ‘blow the clothes right off you.’

“Like what you see?” Luna grinned from the doorway that lead from her bedroom back into the rest of the house. “I’ve spent years building and perfecting it.”

Twilight grinned and looked down the length of the room long cabinet. “I feel like such a newb here, Luna. I keep learning all these surprising things about you.” She stopped walking and squinted down at a blocky looking piece of plastic that has its own smoked, see-through cover. “It’s like a museum! Is this a combo cassette and vinyl record player?”

“Eeyup.” Luna drawled and straightened up. “I have an entire closet of tapes and 45 records covering every type of music you can think of. It’s my passion, collecting music like this.”

She smiled and walked up behind Twilight and looked down on her own past. “It’s weird, I know. But music is what I remember best about my childhood and younger years. I know where I was and what I was doing by the songs I was listening to at the time.”

Twilight nodded slowly and looked over her shoulder at the older woman. “I can understand that. Music has been shown to be excellent for memory mnemonics. And I know what having a nerd-on for an odd collection feels like. I have so many old books at home, I could supply a library.”

Twilight stepped away and stopped a second later to peer in at what could only be a machine from the truly dark age of early personal electronics. It had huge chunky dials that appeared to adjust pointers on a gage that was broken up by hatch marks and numbers that had no clear meaning. It had a gigantic port on the front that accepted something and most damning of all, it was covered in faux woodgrain paneling that made her lip curl. “What is this?”

“That, dear child of the digital age, is an 8track player. A Playdeck, specifically.” Luna scoffed smugly. “Those are impossible to find these days, and those are the ones that don’t work anymore. Mine still plays like a dream. So long as you know how to treat her.”

The high schooler snorted and clapped her hand over her mouth a second later. “Sorry! I didn’t mean to sound like that!” She snorted again and blushed as she turned away from the hideous Playdeck and its owner. “Just how old are you? I thought 8tracks went out back in the 70’s?”

“Pppbbbftt.” Luna waved a hand dismissively. “I’m not that old. They were already phased out and replaced by cassettes before I was old enough to even be aware of them.”

“But,” Twilight raised an eyebrow, “you said that you remember your past through the music? What memories do you have associated with 8tracks?”

“Mostly sexual positions.”

Twilight’s blush came roaring back with full force and made her cheeks burn. “What? That’s even more confusing!”

Luna shrugged and was silent for a long moment. Her eyes were distant as she dug through those memories. “It was a gift. You remember that previous special someone I didn’t want to talk about at lunch? She gave it to me. Same thing with all my 8tracks.”

“And you would…” Twilight moved her hands around vaguely. “While it played music?”

Luna nodded, her eyes still focused on nothing specific in the middle distance. “Each track on each tape means something to me. Your first love does that to you.”

“First? Where there other girls after her and before me?”

Luna smiled again and her teal eyes lit up and with them, so did the room. Twilight swallowed and shifted uneasily as her heart rate jumped at just that simple smile. Was she just another girl in a long line of lovers reaching back who knew how far?

“Twilight.” Luna shook her head and stepped up to the younger woman. She reached out and took Twi’s shoulders in her hands and looked into Twilight’s eyes. “Trust me. I told you it had been a long time for me. I’ve not had a serious relationship since her. Not until you came along and made my heart do those little flip flops in the park that night under the stars. I want you to know I’m not some skirt chasing fiend. I’ve had all of two girlfriends, and last time, I was the high schooler. We...we had a very rough patch before we broke up. It was a real nightmare. But I’m over it now and I just want you to feel comfortable here with me.”

Twilight sighed and relaxed in Luna’s grip. She looked at the ancient music device and then back to Luna with an eyebrow raised. “Sexual positions, huh? Like what?”

“Well…” Luna smirked and bent down to open the cabinet. She pulled out a drawer and inside Twilight could see row after row of organized, comically oversized plastic cassettes. “Pick one, and I’ll show you which position it goes with.”

“Holy moly! Are these organized by year, musician, or page the of the Kama Sutra the position is on?”

“By year, and then alphabetically by artist. If it has a blue sticker on the corner,” Luna pointed to one such adorned 8track. “the position is one that you can find in the Kama Sutra, or back issues of Cosmo.”

Twilight’s eye widened and made a quiet ‘eep!’ noise before she knelt and kissed Luna on the nose. “Have I told you that you are, like, the most wonderful woman ever? How can you be so pretty and so well organized?”

“Heh, so are you.”

“Well, I’m not that pretty though.” Twilight shrugged. “Not like you.”

Luna stuck out her tongue and stood up again with her hands on her hips. “You’re beautiful to me. Now pick a track, any track, and I’ll show you something fun, gorgeous.”

Twilight giggled and looked out over the expanse of music. The names were unfamiliar and she could only guess at the genres recorded on the magnetic tape reels. One name, however, did jump out at her and she pulled out one marked with ‘Barry White.’

“How about this one? I think I’ve heard of this artist for somewhere.”

Luna’s eyebrows shot up when she looked at the front of the cassette. “Oh my…”

“Is something wrong?” Twilight stood up and examined the tape. “‘Can’t Get Enough’ by Barry White.”

“1976.” Luna whistled. “Ok, gonna need to test something first. Hold your arms out, please.”

Twilight lifted her arms. “Like this? What ar-rrrrggghh!?” She flailed and nearly dropped the selected 8track as Luna lifted her into the air. Luna held her there for a moment and then set her gently back down.

“Yep, we can do that one.”

“What?”

“Get naked while I put on the tunes and start the shower and I’ll show you.”

Sexting 4 Newbs

“Alright now class, we’re going to be working on some sample problems to find the phase difference of a wave. I want you all to open your book to page…”

Miss Cheerilee droned on from the front of the room as Twilight caught herself staring at the clock on the wall for the umpteenth time. Being a transfer student unfortunately meant some of her course credits counted, but not all of them did. Math, for instance. Which meant retaking a class she had already passed with flying colors. Which meant being bored. Which meant that she now knew there were 36 ceiling panels in this room, 28 students with a roughly 2:1 ratio of female to male students, 3 overhead projectors pressed up against the back wall, 7 pieces of gum stuck to the underside of her desk and 5 more under her chair.

Twilight was just about to consider blinking when she felt a light vibration against her leg and heard the near silent buzzing of her phone in her backpack besides her desk.

Miss Cheerilee cleared her throat. “Phones off in class, or I confiscate them.”

Apparently it wasn’t silent enough. Twilight blushed and sank in her chair as she fished out her phone to obediently power it down. She took a quick look at the screen and the little symbol on her notification bar said she had received a text from Luna. Twilight looked up at Cheerliee but her back was turned as she continued on with her lecture. None of the other students seemed to be paying her any attention, so she swiped her fingers across the touch screen and held it under her desk to see what Luna has sent her.

She blinked at the short message, running it through her mind. Why is Luna texting me now? I’m in the middle of first period, for crying out loud. Wait...she thinks I’m sexy? Twilight smiled and straightened up in her seat a bit. Am I supposed to respond?

Twilight looked around and her fellow students were paying various levels of attention to the math Miss Cheerilee was trying to teach. What else am I going to do right now? A few quick finger swipes turned off the vibration function and Twilight opened the the little key pad app and typed a reply.

Twilight raised an eyebrow. That’s...cute? Smell my hair? What?

Twilight felt her blush warm on her cheeks and and she looked around nervously again as she sunk in her chair again. She swallowed and hunched her shoulders as she tried to curl herself around her smart phone. There was no way she could let anyone at school see this. It could ruin Luna’s career and reputation forever, not to mention her last year of public school.

What is Luna doing?

Oh my god. Vice Principal Luna is sexting me in class. Twilight’s head snapped up as a voice other than Cheerilee’s spoke up. A boy two rows ahead of her was answering a question she hadn’t even known had been asked. He mumbled through it with obvious disinterest that at on any other day would have bothered her, but in light of the texts she had received, it was a welcomed distraction that let her tap out a response.

Twilight smiled sweetly and sighed. Of course she would fall for the amazing older woman that was everything she wanted to be and anxious about appearing young. It felt like something that should be cliche, it was so adorable. Was this really the same woman that had held her off the ground against the wall in the shower and licked her until she was clean and exhausted?

Poor baby. Twilight smirked and squirmed in her chair slightly. The text were having an effect on her and if she got called on to answer anything, Cheerilee might notice and take her phone.

‘Sorry. I am too. Here, let this hold you over for now, ok? We can video chat tonight.’ Twilight typed her last message and looked around as she chewed on an errant strand of her hair. No one in class was paying attention to her so she flipped her phone around in her hand and slid forward in her chair until she could feel her butt reach the edge. With her thumb she flicked the big central nub and there was a muted flash from under her skirt.

Twilight coughed quietly and finally powered down her device before slipping it back into her bag.

I wonder how long it’ll take her to realize those are her panties in that pic?

Drama Bomb

*click*

*click*

*click click clickclickclick*

Twilight Sparkle sighed and twirled her ballpoint pen between her fingers for what must have been the millionth time since she’d gotten home from school. Idly, she wondered how many more times she could click it before she either broke the mechanism, or developed a callus on her thumb. It took a considerable force of will to just hold the pen normally, her nervous anxiety transferring to her foot which started to tap against the floorboards under her writing desk.

Twilight sighed and glanced over at her window, checking how much daylight remained. Her yard was still bathed in the golden light of sunset, but the shadows were notably longer and deeper. It won’t be long now.

She turned back to her desk and picked up her hastily made checklist. She had until it was truly dark out to get finished. Most of the items were already checked off anyway.

After school chores? Check.

Feed/walk Spike? Check.

Wash hair? Check.

Make bed? Check.

Check webcam area for embarrassing evidence of tragic levels of dorkiness? Not checked.

Twilight sighed and opened up her laptop, typing in her password more from muscle memory than conscious thought. She waited for it to finish its startup process and clicked on the little icon for her video chat program. It opened a moment later, showing her the view from her own camera. She adjusted the angle of her laptop to center her face in the shot, flashing herself a reassuring smile before standing and moving out of the view to see what it could see of her bedroom.

This was the first time Luna would be seeing inside her inner sanctum and she wanted to make a good impression. Considering how organized and color-coded Luna’s home was, it made Twilight feel her bedroom was shabby and underwhelming. She certainly didn’t want the older woman seeing disorganized piles of old books, or the colorful dragon posters that had blanketed her walls since she had been small, or the herd of stuffed unicorns that roamed her bedroom like some tiny magical kingdom.

I want to project a cool and collected image. It wouldn’t be a good idea to appear childish. Twilight scooped up her oldest unicorn plushie from where it was holding back a stack of outdated fantasy hardback books. “C’mon Smartypants...can’t have you reminding Luna of our age difference.”

She tossed the doll onto the far end of her bed and then angled the books so none of the spines faced the camera. She doubted that it would have the resolution for Luna to read any of them, but why take any chances? Twilight looked back at the window on her laptop, frowning when she spied the corner of one of her posters in the upper right of the view. It was an illustration of a small, friendly-looking purple dragon that was breathing green fire. There were a lot flashes around it, implying magic or some sort of mystical event going on.

“I should just throw that away.” Twilight huffed, her face feeling heated at the part of her life that still screamed teenage nerd. She reached up and started to peel the tape that held it to her wall. Wait...I got this at the bookfair when I was a freshmen. I can’t just throw it away. Maybe I’ll just move it over near the closet?

Twilight sighed, taking down the poster and tossed it on the bed with Smartypants. “I’ll figure out what to do with it later. I’ve got more important stuff to deal with.” She spun on her heel and padded back over to her computer and notebook. She grabbed the pen and made a neat checkmark next the completed task.

Check webcam area for embarrassing evidence of tragic levels of dorkiness? Checked.

Next on the list she had a few optional tasks. She could do more research on how to keep up with all the fun things Luna had introduced her to, a.k.a. watch more lesbian porn. The thrill of illicit research filled her with a bubbly sort of feeling, but watching porn before the sun went down just seemed wrong on some level. Twilight spared her window a glance, checking the position of the sun. It was almost down all the way. She wouldn’t have time to get any real research done before Luna showed up.

“Dang.” She twirled the pen in her hand and clicked the button on it rapidly before she marked that task as ‘tabled for later.’

She slumped in her chair and sighed, blowing her bangs out of her face. She looked at herself in the chat program’s view window and wondering again what it was that Luna saw in her, physically. She’d never considered herself a very pretty girl. Sure, she was lucky to have a clear complexion and bright, open eyes, but objectively, she wouldn’t count herself much more than cute at best.

Twilight smoothed the wrinkles in her shirt and sat up a bit straighter. Luna liked her—loved her—if she believed the other woman. She should feel confident in that, right? Twilight groaned, doubt and an endless number of questions swirling around in her mind, and she almost reached out to close the chat program.

Almost.

She had questions. She lacked information. Twilight hoped Luna would provide her with answers. She twirled the pen in her hand again, pressing the button each time it spun near her thumb. Am I really going to ask Luna this stuff? What if she thinks I’m dumb? Shouldn’t I have figured this stuff out already?

Twilight’s breath stopped when her computer flashed a notification of Luna coming online. She sat up, dropping the pen to the floor, and ran her hand over her hair to flatten it out. Outside, the last edge of the sun dipped below the horizon, coating the sky in rich pinks and shades of lavender. A moment later, the chat window blinked and the screen changed from a self-view to the black screen with the phone icon and Luna’s name in green text. She let it ring twice and then picked up.

The image resolved into the most beautiful woman Twilight knew. Luna looked slightly frazzled, her gently wavy hair messy, one lock hanging down into her face. She was still wearing her work clothes, her outer jacket crumpled and in need of ironing. Luna’s eyes scanned her screen, seemingly unaware that her webcam was already watching her. Her fingers sailed over the keyboard quickly, typing rapidly.

Twilight turned up the volume on her speakers and scooted closer to her own computer. She watched Luna as the woman checked her email and whatever else she did when freshly home from work. Twilight could hear the light clicking of Luna’s typing and music faintly in the background from Luna’s crazy stereo system.

Should I say something? Twilight rested her chin in her palm, elbow on the desk while she watched her girlfriend. If I don’t say anything, is that creepy?

Luna groaned, leaning back in her chair and stretched her arms and her back popped loudly. She sighed in relief and took off her jacket, draping it over the back of her chair. She closed her email, since the only new messages there where bill reminders and note from the contractor the school had hired to oversee some renovations. She just about to get up and fetch herself a drink when she noticed a highlighted icon on her taskbar. For a moment, her mind drew a blank on what it might be, when she suddenly realized it was the chat program she’d installed but almost never used.

Why is that...wait, wasn’t Twilight supposed to chat with me tonight? Luna blinked, clicking on the icon. The window that opened showed that there was already a call in progress, and Twilight Sparkle sitting at her desk, an impossibly cute look of mild confusion on her features. Twilight also looked incredibly clean and well groomed for the end of a hot evening. I don’t think I ever looked that good when I was her age.

“Twilight?” Luna grinned tiredly, waving at the screen. “Can you hear me?”

Twilight startled, shaken out of her thoughts by Luna’s voice. She rocked back and blinked rapidly. “Yikes! Luna, you startled me!”

“Well, why didn’t you say something when the call started?” Luna shook her head, marveling over how clueless Twilight came across as sometimes. The girl was blisteringly smart. She’d seen the school records. The awards, the advanced placement recommendations. At the rate Twilight was going, she’d be halfway done with her first year of college credit before she actually finished her senior year.

“Well…” Twilight waved her hands vaguely. “It started on your end. You probably have it set to auto-connect. I didn’t want to bother you while you looked busy. Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, Twi. I wasn’t doing anything important.” Luna smiled, reaching back to pull out the band holding her hair back and shook it loose. “Besides, you are a very welcome distraction from the dull crap I’ve been dealing with at work. If I ever see another budgetary concerns memo again, it will be too soon.”

“Is something going on at the school?” Twilight leaned forward again, watching Luna de-stress as she undressed. Luna kicked off her black pumps, opening her blouse by a few buttons. When she shifted, Twilight could make out a hint of black against her blue skin under the shirt.

“Nothing new. Just the same sort of crap we have to get repaired or have annual maintenance on. I’m the main contact between the school administration and the contractors handling the work. I’m also the one that the department heads come to, every year, to make sure they get their piece of the budget pie.” Luna sighed and rolled her eyes. “Don’t get me wrong, I like Cheerilee, but damn if that woman isn’t paranoid about the library’s allowance.”

Twilight bit her lip, trying to hold back her smirk. She had Miss Cheerilee for Math and she saw the teacher frequently in the library. Miss Cheerilee was normally very calm, but Twilight could easily imagine the woman being very intense and anxious. “Sorry you have to deal with that, Luna.”

Luna waved her hand dismissively. “It’s nothing. Really. At least there haven’t been as many disciplinary actions to handle this past week. Those are always a pain to deal with. But hey, that’s my job.” She stretched again, discarding the day’s stiffness along with her irritation. “So, what about you? How was your day?”

Now it was Twilight’s turn to wave dismissively. “Same old, same old. Classes, chores, etc. I showered and got cleaned up a little while ago. Now that you’re here though,” Twilight ducked her head bashfully, “I...uh...wanted to ask you something.”

“Oh?”

Twilight nodded, her throat going dry suddenly. She worked her jaw a little, looking back up at Luna. “It’s personal, so you don’t have to answer it if you don’t want to.” She saw Luna tense slightly, bracing for whatever was about to come her way. “It’s just...I need some guidance, Luna. Answers. I’ve had these questions buzzing around in my mind for a few days now, and I would like to figure them out.”

Luna sat up in her chair, focusing on the chat and folded her hands in front of her on her computer desk. It was a minor thing, but something in Luna’s body language comforted Twilight. Luna looked like she did in school, a confident, intelligent authority figure that had Twilight’s best interests at heart.

“This sounds pretty serious, Twilight.” Luna smiled in what she hoped was a reassuring way. “I’m open to anything. Ask away and I’ll...uh...do my best to answer.”

Twilight smiled at that. “Thank you, Luna. It’s just...I’ve done a lot of research online, but I’m not sure of what to make of everything I’ve seen. You’re my only real resource on the topic.” Twilight’s palms itched. She desperately wanted to check her notes and checklist again, but she forced herself to not fidget. She knew what she needed to say. The hard part was getting her mouth to cooperate.

She knew Luna would understand. Well, she hoped Luna would understand. Twilight was actually banking on the other woman having a different view so that she could compare and contrast her own feelings and experiences so far. Why is it so hard to talk about sex stuff with someone I sleep with? Shouldn’t that make this easier?

Twilight breathed out slowly, gripping the armrest on her chair to keep herself from reaching for her notepad. “Luna...you’ve known, your whole life, that you were a lesbian, right? You’ve always known that.”

“Well…” Luna shifted slightly, flexing her fingers as she processed what to say. “Yes, I suppose you could say that. I’ve been attracted to other woman for as long as I can remember being attracted to anyone. Why do you ask?”

“Luna, I haven’t known that I liked women my whole life.” Twilight frowned. “Really, it’s new to me. If someone had asked me a last summer if I was gay, I would have laughed—probably in a nervous ‘not sure at all’ sort of way—but I certainly would have scoffed at the idea. Now? Now I can’t stop thinking about you and how you make me feel and how I want to do things with you, to you, and I don’t know…” She sighed, letting go of her chair to fold her arms in front of herself and rest her head on them. “I can’t explain my attraction, Luna. Not to you specifically, I mean! You’re wonderful! Beautiful and smart and sexy! But...when did I go from thinking that guys looked good to having to stop myself from checking out the other girls during gym class?”

Luna opened her mouth and then closed it again, thinking about what to say. If she was honest with herself, the idea that Twilight had only just discovered her sexuality, possibly during their first meetings in the park under the stars, had never occurred to her. She had always known. Always known that she had felt a strong attraction to other women. It had been awkward, growing up and finding out it wasn’t the norm. That it was frowned on to actively illegal in some places was a factor in her life that she had simply lived with. It was like breathing, it felt so natural to her. But to her girlfriend, actually having a girlfriend was still something of an alien concept. At least, in Twilight’s benefit, times had definitely changed. Acceptance and tolerance were far more widespread than they had been during her teen years.

“Twi...I’m not sure what to tell you, honestly. Sexuality is not so black and white as we sometimes pretend. There are a lot more recognized...’flavors’, I guess you can call them...than there were when I was your age.” Luna swallowed a lump that was threatening to form in her throat. “I can’t tell you what made you like girls. I don’t know. I can’t tell you why, or even if you changed from straight to gay some day. Popular opinion on the subject is confusing and frequently contradictory.”

“Tell me about it!” Twilight rolled her eyes. “That contradiction is why I’m asking you, no one else online can seem to give me a straight answer. And don’t laugh at that!” Twilight pointed a finger at the smile creeping across Luna’s face on the computer. “And I want to be clear, this isn’t an issue of acceptance. I’m ok with being gay! I’m just still confused about how I went from occasionally dreaming about tanned, muscled chests to dreaming frequently about boobs. Is this how boys feel? Do they just want to feel them in their hands and nibble and...things?”

Twilight pantomimed copping a feel. “Do guys think about what is the proper amount tongue to use when motorboating, or do they just instinctively know? I want to know why I feel those goofy butterflies in my stomach when I see you in the halls at school and then when I get home I just want to hump you!” She froze, hearing her confession out loud. No matter how true it might be, it wasn’t something she thought you were supposed to reveal to your special someone.

Twilight clapped her hands over her mouth, instantly mortified by her out loud admission. Oh god...I did not just say that, did I? I just wanted to know why I’m having trouble rationalizing my attraction, not tell her I attack myself sexually just from thinking about her! She gulped, looking back at Luna. The older woman had an odd mix of emotions playing across her features. She looks...ok? Happy...embarrassed maybe?

“Luna?” Twilight lowered her hands slowly, her voice a bare whisper.

Meanwhile, across town, Luna’s face fought itself as emotions welled up and battled for dominance. On the one hand, she was incredibly flattered at being the focus of Twilight’s imagination. On the other, she felt extremely confused. Twilight might have ventured off topic, but her underlying question was an important one. But she also felt that she might not be able to help the young woman with it.

Luna blinked a few times, her lips parting slightly as she started and then stopped herself from speaking. It took her several attempts, but she eventually found her voice. “Twi...honey...I don’t think I can really answer your questions. I mean, I’m flattered—I think—but sexual attraction is just such a nebulous thing, you know? Personally, I’m a legs and abs girl. The first thing I noticed about you when I saw you at the park all those weeks ago, was how your shirt crumpled and creased while you were sitting and hunching down to make notes.”

“That’s sweet.” Twilight felt the edge of her lips twitch upward. “But that’s not sexy at all, Luna.”

“Exactly!” Luna pointed at Twilight like a teacher points at a student that has hit upon the crux of a difficult problem. “And yet, I was feeling attracted to you even then. Obviously, it wasn’t just how you looked in a t-shirt under the stars that brought me over to you. A lot of things worked out for that. Our interests, our personalities, and a bunch of tiny things. Everyone is different, Twilight, and so are our turn-ons. I suppose it does feel weird to go from liking one thing to liking the opposite without a clear, logical path leading to that change. But so many things are like that in life. Things change on a dime and it gets more and more frequent the older you get. Or maybe you just notice it more.”

Luna shrugged. “Look, don’t worry so much about it, ok? I’m not asking you to ignore it...I know who I’m talking to here. You’re as bad as my sister when it comes pursuing something to the end when you’re mentally engaged. But...I want you to know that those changes are normal. Natural. Even if we don’t understand them at the time, meaning will make itself known eventually.” She smiled again. “Does that help?”

Twilight sniffed, Luna’s words turning over in her head. She lifted her head some and looked up into the camera. “I guess so. Thanks Luna. I didn’t mean to spring this on you, really. It’s just been eating at me.”

“I’m here for you, honey.” Luna sighed and leaned forward, propping her chin in her hand. “Any other questions you want to get out? I can’t promise a good answer, but I’ll try. I don’t want you to feel like you can’t talk to me about stuff.”

The student hummed to herself, tapping her lips with a finger thoughtfully. “Um...kinda related to the previous question, but if I like girls and I’m still ok with thinking about guys in a sexy way...does that make me a bisexual?”

Luna chuckled. “I’m going to say no, unless you want to do more with guys than think sexy thoughts. Little know lesbian fact: we can still find men attractive, Twilight. Your sexual orientation notwithstanding, you are free to find anything you want to be attractive.”

“Maybe, after graduation, I should look into taking a college course on human sexuality.” Twilight shrugged. “That might help with some of these questions.”

“Probably a better solution than asking me. I’d just lead you astray.” Luna laughed again. “I am probably the worst person to ask these sort of questions. I’ve not had a ‘normal and healthy’ sexual history.”

Twilight giggled. “I doubt I’m helping with that.”

“Perhaps not…” Luna faded off, her eyes looking away from the screen for a moment. “Actually, speaking of helping...it is Friday night. Think you could sneak out for the evening? I’d enjoy your company, and we could keep talking in person. If you want to.”

“In person and naked?” Twilight smirked and checked the clock in the bottom corner of her monitor screen. It wasn’t late at all. Her parents wouldn’t be home for another hour. She could always send them a text saying she went over to a friend’s place. Which, technically, wasn’t a lie. “I think I can get out, if you can have me home before it gets too late.”

“I think we can manage that at least. Pick you up at the park?”

“Yeah. See you there in about ten minutes.” Twilight blew her girlfriend a kiss, giggling to herself when the call closed down. She grabbed her bag and tossed a few books into it and after a moment of thought, Smartypants joined them. She sent her parents a quick, vague text, locking the door on her way out into the starlight.

About an hour later

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Principal Celestia sighed, pointing the remote at the TV and pausing her show. Between constant interruptions thanks to the early semester maintenance at the school and life in general, she was sure that she’d never get the chance to catch up to the current season. She leaned over and picked up her cell from her bedside table and glanced at the id. Fantastic. What did I do to deserve this? Can I get no peace anymore?

Celestia tapped the cell and held it up to her ear. “Do you realize what time it is?”

“Well, ‘hello’ to you too.” The voice on the other end purred with classical snark. “Sorry to interrupt whatever riveting activity you’re surely engaged in on a Friday night, but I need to tell you something important.”

“It’s the weekend, for crying out loud!” Celestia rubbed her temples. “Do you realize how long it’s been since I’ve had time to myself? Can this not wait until Monday?”

“This isn’t about work, Tia. It’s personal.” The playful tone vanished. “I’m calling as an old friend, not as the Superintendent.”

That made her sit up straighter. “Discord, that had better not be a joke.”

“I’m as serious as I can be, Tia.” Discord’s voice sounded serious to her. He was always quick with a joke or quip, even when they were working together. But over the years, she’d come to understand that when he talked like this, it paid to listen closely. “I saw something troublesome.”

“What?” She turned off the TV, focusing on the phone conversation.

“I was at the park, the one on Fifth and Main. While I was there, I noticed a car that looks a lot like your sister’s”

“So? Where is this leading, Discord?” Even when he was being serious, the man could never just get to the point. It was one of his more annoying character traits. “I have a lot of work to catch up on.”

“Oh? What season of Midsomer Murders are you up to? Or have you moved onto Call the Midwife?” He chuckled loudly into the phone. Celestia sneered.

“Get to the point or I am hanging up on you.”

“Ok! Ok...no need to get grumpy at me. The reason I called to tell you I saw Luna’s car was because when I saw it, a young girl, about high school age and with an obvious CHS badge on her bag, was climbing into it. They then left in the general direction of Luna’s place.”

Discord paused and Celestia sat there in silence, her chest tightening with each passing second. Luna...picking up a student? Surely she isn’t that dumb? Is she? Celestia took a deep breath. She had to give her sister the benefit of the doubt. This could be completely innocent and benign. “Are you sure it was Luna’s car?”

“Who else in town has a vanity plate that says ‘M00N1E?’” Discord cleared his throat. “Tia...given her history…”

“Yeah. I know. Do me a favor...don’t tell anyone else. I’ll check on it myself.”

“I’ll keep it hush hush, for old time’s sake, Tia.” Discord’s voice grew soft. “I’m willing to help out again, if you need me. I’d rather this was handled...quietly”

“Thanks. For letting me know.” Celestia stared ahead, not looking at anything specifically, as her mind thought back to her college years. Then, just like now, Discord had come to her and let her know that Luna was wrapped up in a shady personal relationship that could threaten her future career path as a teacher and administrator. It had taken a lot of work, but they buried that that then. If they were lucky, they could do it again and nip whatever was going on in the bud.

They said their goodbyes, the line going dead a moment later.

“Well, shit.”

Waiting for the Other Shoe

Luna wrapped the towel around her head, holding it up to collect all of her wet hair. She tugged it tight, tucking the end away to hold it in place while she wrapped another larger, fluffy towel around her body. When she was done, she inspected herself in the foggy bathroom mirror. A few loose strands of her blue-black hair still clung to her paler blue skin along her neck and at her shoulders, the towel around her middle barely preserving her modesty. So long as I don’t move, I actually look pretty respectable Almost like a responsible adult.

Luna smirked wickedly at herself and posed rakishly for a moment, imagining how her peek-a-boo curves would draw Twilight’s eyes. It was only a few hours ago she’d caught the high school senior stealing glances while Luna fixed dinner for them both. Oh how Twilight blushed when I noticed! She chuckled at the memory of Twilight’s beet red face and stammered excuses.

Of course, I paid her back after dinner...god, it feels good to be called beautiful by someone special again. Her smirk softened as scenes of their very recent lovemaking session passed through her mind. She’d worked up quite the sweat and took the shower to clean and cool off, leaving Twilight to sleep in her bed.

Luna flipped off the light in her bathroom and stepped out into the hallway. The air was blessedly cool this late at night, even in the early springtime months. She glanced down the hall toward her bedroom, but turned away and headed for the kitchen instead. The clock on the wall told her it was just after one in the morning. Opening her refrigerator, Luna took out a cold can of soda and popped the tab. The can fizzed as she sipped a little before shutting the door and leaning one hip against her counter top.

The previous day had been a veritable whirlwind, but she still felt wide awake. It was early yet, to her, but Luna knew she’d need to get in the bed and actually sleep soon. Luna sighed, her thoughts again turning to the younger woman that was at the other end of the hallway. What did I do right to deserve this? Twilight was a wonderful person, smart and talented, curious and playful, and so full of life. Luna thanked her lucky stars that the girl had come into her life when she did and reignited a sense of love Luna hadn’t felt in years.

Luna straightened up and prowled down toward her bedroom door, thinking about the questions and the line of commentary that Twilight had for her when they chatted online the previous Friday. The younger woman was still learning herself, which was no surprise. No one truly knows themselves at eighteen. Luna certainly hadn’t known herself at that age, but then again, when she’d been the age Twilight was now, she was already well into the mindset that she preferred girls. It was something that she’d always known. But that didn’t seem to be the case with Twilight.

Almost frighteningly, Twilight had never even considered herself as attracted to other women until she’d met a very lonely Vice Principal in the park one evening. For Luna herself, the attraction to Twilight was immediate and strong. But she’d told herself then, that first night, to forget about it. But then...Twilight was so friendly and had a keen wit and sharp eye for the night sky. She was so open that Luna couldn’t help but get sucked into long discussions with her about constellations and the moon. Long discussions turned into even longer conversations as they met night after night to stargaze.

Then the summer had drawn to a close and Luna was going back to work. She couldn’t be seen out with Twilight anymore. It had felt like a break-up. A friendship that was destined to end early. Then the magic had happened on that last night at the park and wonder of wonders, Luna found out Twilight felt the same sort of attraction to her. It changed everything. She didn’t lose a friend, but ended up gaining a lover.

Luna sighed and stopped in the doorway to her room to lean her shoulder on the frame. She let her soda dangle from her fingers, eyes adjusting to the deeper shadows. Her gaze traced the lines and curves of her girlfriend where the sheets didn’t cover slim limbs or full buttock. Twilight was asleep, breathing steadily, her long hair spread haphazardly across Luna’s pillows. Luna couldn’t stop the smile that creeped across her face if she tried, so she didn’t.

I wonder...is this what a man would feel in my place? Empowered and deeply satisfied in the knowledge that I just rocked her world barely an hour ago? Luna turned that thought over in her mind. It was similar to something Twilight had asked her, and for the life of her, Luna couldn’t think of an answer. To her, it just felt...natural. Not that she was used to the feeling by any means, but she certainly didn’t feel weirded out by it.

That got her thinking. Maybe it was time she worked out her thoughts. Examined her emotions from a place of logic so that she could relay it to Twilight and be the wise master lesbian that her girlfriend thought she was. Luna slipped into the room quietly, heading for her desk and took a seat in front of her computer. She powered it up and opened her browser to her personal email service. She set the can she’d brought with her next to the keyboard and opened a new message.

Her hands hovered hesitantly over the keys, thoughts bunching up on the tip of her metaphorical tongue now that she about to commit. Luna frowned, running her actual tongue over the back of her teeth. “Just...type, damnit.” Slowly, one at a time, her nails clicked against the keyboard.

I kissed my first crush when I was in sixth grade. She told on me to our teacher and I was sent home early. My parents were unhappy about it, but I think they thought I was just being weird.

I kissed my next crush a few months later. She didn’t tattle. But she wouldn’t go to the Fall Formal with me.

That set the tone for me until I left for college. Kiss a girl I like, wait for the other shoe to drop, ask her out, get turned down or turned in. By the time I did leave for college, my parents knew I wasn’t just being weird. I think they were glad they wouldn’t have to come pick me up from school ever again. I was my sister’s ‘problem’ from there on.

College was where I proved to the world how strong my love was for other women. Not that they needed proof, but I was feeling pretty defensive at the time. It got me in trouble. I don’t regret a minute of it.

Eventually, I grew up and my preferences became less important. Less of a defining characteristic. The rest of the world was slow to keep up with that, but I didn’t mind. Most of the time. I had what I wanted out of life. Celestia helped me stay on a path to success and I was okay with being on my own most of the time.

Then you came along…

The steady beat of plastic on enamel halted, Luna’s cursor blinking at her from the end of her message. Long years of administration training made her scan what she’d written for errors without actually re-reading it. She licked her dry lips, her hands falling to either side of the keyboard. The knuckles on her left bumped into the sweat beaded aluminium can of her half-finished soda.

Luna lifted the can, sipping from it again while her thoughts reorganized themselves. It’s not what I meant to type...but I think Twilight will get the point. I hope, at least. She glanced over her shoulder at Twilight. I really hope I come across as someone who has their life together, Twi. I want to be the someone for you that I didn’t really have.

“Well...kind of like Celestia was for me.” Luna murmured to herself. “Except with less incestuous undertones that implies...er...wait…” She sighed, slapping her forehead with the cold can. “I’m failing already at the whole ‘has her life together’ thing already!”

“Mnhh...Luna?” Twilight stirred on the bed, lifting her head up to look Luna’s direction with sleep filled eyes. “Dija say...sum’tin’?”

“Just talking to myself.” Luna smiled at Twilight, clicking off her browser to minimize the brightly lit screen. “Sorry I disturbed you.”

“No…’sokay.” Twilight rubbed one eye open with her palm, smiling weakly. “You comin’ t’bed?”

Luna nodded. She spared her message a moment of thought, but decided she could always come back to it later. She stood up, pressing the towel on her head against her skull to wring any remaining moisture out of her hair. Two towels hit the floor a moment later and Twilight’s sleepy smile gained a few extra watts as Luna sashayed over to her queen sized bed.

“Wha’ were you doing?”

“Nothing...just thinking about you.”

“Oh?”

Luna nodded again, pulling back the sheets and slipping into the comfortable heat of love and desire. “Yeah...about how happy I am to be the one to help you through these confusing times in your life.”

Blue fingers entwined with purple. Lips met in the middle. Thanks was given and received, while on the computer, the Vice Principal’s browser tab blinked with a new email in her inbox.

Across town, Celestia’s fingers folded in front of her, her hands on her home office desk. The email had been harder to write than she’d anticipated. Keeping a level head with Luna was critical if the situation was to be salvaged before things got out of control. She keep her tone as conversational as possible. She chose her words carefully. The last thing she needed was for her sister to get defensive.

That would just lead to drama again.

Of course her email wouldn’t let her know if her sister had seen it. Had read it, understood its importance and was replying to her right now. It wasn’t instant messaging, obviously, but she kept her eyes on her mail nonetheless.

“I just hope she sees it before she sees...whoever...again.”

Celestia sighed and slipped her hand into her pocket to retrieve her phone. Seconds later she could see Superintendent Discord typing up a response to her text. It was uncharacteristically direct of the man, but it made her feel better.

‘I’ll come up with something to give us a reason to be out at the same time. Give me a week to set it up.’

Celestia closed the chat app and turned her phone off completely. She checked her computer, frowning again at a lack of response from her sister. “Please let that be fast enough…”