"No, no, that's not right!" Twilight groaned. She banged her head on the kitchen island counter. "What am I going to do? If I can't get this song done by tomorrow, we're all doomed!"
"Hey Twilight."
Twilight jumped. She looked up to see that the voice belonged to no one other than Sunset Shimmer. "Oh, hi. What are you doing up?"
Sunset chuckled. "Well, I couldn't sleep. Pinkie's snoring was kind of getting on my nerves so I decided to come down here to get a late night snack. What about you?" She asked, pointing a finger at Twilight as she leaned against the kitchen doorway.
"Er, trying to finish some...stuff." Twilight lied. She nearly smacked herself for that. Even someone as clueless as Pinkie Pie could have seen through a vague lie like that.
Sunset raised a brow. "Stuff?" she repeated. "Look, Twilight, I know we got off on the wrong foot with me stealing your crown and all but you don't have to-"
"No, no!" Twilight cut her off, shaking her head and waving her arms back and forth. "It's not like that. I trust you, really, I do. It's just...This is something I want to do on my own you know?" She hugged Fluttershy's songbook close to her chest. "Everyone's counting on me and I don't want to let them down. And I feel like, I feel like if I let myself receive outside help then I've already lost their respect."
Sunset frowned. "That's kind of dumb." she shrugged, walking over to the fridge. "But I can see where you're coming from I guess." She opened it and bent down to look for something good to munch on. "Everyone's counting on me too, I guess. For all the wrong reasons, though,"
"Yeah..." Twilight mumbled in response, barely paying attention to what the older girl was saying. Her hourglass shape was illuminated by the white light coming from the fridge and it seemed to accentuate her figure even more. Especially her round, amazing-
"Who needs this much whipped cream anyway?" Sunset wondered aloud, leaning back and putting a hand on her hip.
Twilight didn't have to see her face to know that she had an eyebrow raised. She looked over Sunset's shoulder to see that the fridge was chock-full of family sized whipped cream cans. She hadn't seen the cans when they first entered the house since Pinkie had ordered a pizza, but Twilight was pretty sure that the freezer was also full of whipped cream or some other cold dessert.
Sunset snorted. "Is Pinkie planning on us making a camshow or something?" she joked, pulling out a can and closing the fridge. "Because if she is, I wouldn't mind seeing Rarity and Fluttershy's reactions," she added giggling.
"C-Camshow?" Twilight asked with a shaky breath, her eyes roaming Sunset's body. She unconsciously bit her lip as her gaze rested on Sunset's hips. A burning blush rose to her face when it hit her that she was staring at one of her best friends. But that didn't stop her at all.
"Right. You don't have human world lingo down yet," Sunset said more to herself than Twilight. "A camshow is when you set up a webcam in your room or whatever and stream what you're doing live to an audience. It's like letting people watch you masturbate and stuff like that," she explained, churning her wrist.
"Uh-huh," Twilight acknowledged, her heart starting to race after she heard Sunset let out a little gasp when the cold of the fridge hit the small of her back. This was when she realized that Sunset wasn't wearing a bra. Twilight was trying to control herself, but there was a fire starting to burn in her that she didn't know anything about.
Sunset squeezed some whipped cream from the can on to her finger. She licked it off her finger slowly, some of the melted cream sliding off her finger and onto her chest. She groaned when she realized this. "Oh horseapples," she grumbled, bringing her finger down to wipe the cream off her chest.
Twilight watched as Sunset coated her finger in saliva after successfully getting the cream off her chest. Twilight squeezed her legs together as an unfamiliar wetness began to grow in between them.
It was at this point that Sunset finally realized that Twilight was staring at her. She jolted as if remembering something. "Oh, my bad," she said with an embarrassed blush. "Did you want some?" she asked, offering the can to the young princess.
"Uh...I..Uh..." Twilight stammered, starting to drool. "I mean, no thanks! I'm good!" she said, forcing a smile. Her stomach betrayed her as it let out a loud growl. She cursed herself, remembering she hadn't eaten since that evening. Which meant that she was starving. Which also meant that Sunset now wasn't going to take no for an answer.
"Your stomach says otherwise," Sunset teased. She sauntered over to the kitchen island and leaned over it, making her very pronounced chest visible to Twilight. She put her arms on the counter and squirted some whipped cream onto the same finger she had just had her tongue all over. "Here. Have some," she commanded in a husky tone that nearly made Twilight faint.
"O-Off your finger?" Twilight whispered, squeezing her legs together even more. "I-I don't think that's sanitary," she reasoned, even though at that very moment she wanted nothing more than to wrap her tongue around Sunset's finger and lick it dry.
"Oh come on, my hands are clean," Sunset responded, rolling her eyes. "Plus, the way you're looking at it tells me that you totally want to." she teased, wiggling her eyebrows.
She had been caught. And truthfully at this point Twilight couldn't honestly care. Her eyes glazed over with excitement as Sunset held her finger up to her face. Without a second thought she accepted the digit into her mouth and began to let her tongue swirl around it, effectively removing the sweet cream.
The whole action sounded lewd on both ends, with Sunset trying to hold in a moan and Twilight trying to the same.
When she was finished, Twilight removed the appendage from her mouth, a saliva string still connecting it to her lip.
There was a long drawn out moment of silence, neather girl knowing what exactly to do or say. They just stared at each other, both breathing heavily with tomato red blushes on their faces, daring each other to make the next move.
And to Sunset's shock, Twilight was the one to do so. Leaping across the table, Twilight switched their positions so that she was able to sit on the counter.
Sunset took her lead and began kissing her, a fire burning in both their stomachs driving them on so that it could be quelled. Sunset nipped at Twilight's bottom lip, making her squeak.
In response, Twilight wrapped her arms around Sunset's neck pulling her closer to deepen the kiss.
In response to that, Sunset's tongue entered Twilight's mouth, and the two fought for dominance all the while clawing at each other and leaving light scratches on each others skin.
"Mmm, Twilight, hand me the whipped cream," Sunset commanded in a breathless voice.
Twilight did as she was told quickly, an excitement rising within her. The fact that she was doing this with no one else but Sunset turned her on more.
Sunset roughly removed Twilight's borrowed night shirt button by button until she couldn't take how excruciating it was anymore and ripped it right open, buttons flying all over the kitchen. She buried her face in Twilight's modest chest, making the younger girl let out a long, drawn out moan.
Shaking the can, she sprayed a good amount over the princess's breasts and began to lick every where her tongue could reach.
Twilight couldn't keep quiet long much after that, and began moaning Sunset's name over and over until her entire chest was licked clean. She roughly lifted Sunset's face back to her own, engaging in a dizzing kiss that had so much tongue in it she couldn't tell which one was hers anymore.
Sunset left love bites all over Twilight's collarbone, neck and chest as she made her way down to the younger girl's pajama pants. She slowly pulled them down much to the princess's annoyance, bringing her underwear down with them.
Twilight spread her legs, presenting herself to Sunset, ready to let the older girl have her.
That is, until she felt the presence of someone else in the kitchen. Before Sunset had a chance to do anything else, Twilight tapped her and pointed towards the kitchen doorway.
Maud stood there, leaning against the doorway with her pet rock in one hand and a camera in the other, sporting a sizable nose bleed. "Don't mind me," she said, lifting the camrea up to her face. "Boulder just wanted to watch."
