A Matter of Pride
Rainbow Dash slammed her locker door shut and clicked the lock on it closed. “So are you still on for practice on Saturday?”
Leaning next to her locker, Sunset nodded. “Sure, what time?”
“How’s noon? It’s at AJ’s place and Granny Smith is gonna make lunch.”
Sunset shook her head. “I’ll skip the lunch, maybe come by around two? Twilight is coming over this morning to talk to me about some stuff.”
Rainbow hefted her backpack onto her shoulder. “You mean the…” Rainbow lifted her eyebrows and waggled a finger in the air.
“Yes. That.”
“She have any ideas what caused it?” The two started off down the hall.
Sunset shrugged. “She said she’s been trying to study the portal’s magic anyway, and she thinks it’s connected to that. Basically, when I transformed I got a horn because it was the portal’s transformation magic that changed me, not the residual stuff from the Element of Magic we normally use, so I absorbed some of its magic that turns humans into ponies when they cross the portal. And since humans don’t usually have horns… well, it found another way to manifest that bit.”
“I didn’t understand much of that and what I did understand still makes no sense.”
“I know. Twilight is studying transformation spells for an answer, that’s why she’s coming over.” As Sunset spoke, the two rounded the corner. Someone coming the other way bumped into Rainbow Dash and the two fell on their rears, backpacks and books scattering across the hall.
“Watch it, Rainbow Crash!”
Sunset rolled her eyes at Trixie’s insult, the other girl sitting up and glaring at Rainbow.
Rainbow stuck out her tongue. “You watch it, Tripsie!”
“Girls?” Sunset shook her head. “Come on, it was an accident.” Sunset stooped to pick up one of Trixie’s textbooks, and Trixie snatched it away from her.
“Do not sully Trixie’s textbooks with your touch!” Trixie gathered her things, tossed her head, and stood up to walk past them, purposefully bumping Sunset’s arm.
Rainbow stood and lifted her backpack. “What a bitch. One of these days I’m just gonna haul off and slug her.”
Sunset watched Trixie go down the hall, and then turned to follow Rainbow to their next class. “I know they put the entire school under their spell, but part of me is starting to wonder if the Dazzlings missed Trixie and she was just acting normal.”
Rainbow nodded, an angry look still on her face. “Wouldn’t surprise me, she’s had it out for me for years.”
“Just a childhood bully, huh?”
Rainbow winced. “Not exactly… didn’t we tell you about that?”
Sunset stopped and pulled them into an alcove with a drinking fountain to get out of the way of the crowds. “No. What happened?”
“Well…” Rainbow let out a breath and lowered her voice. “It was first year of high school, and I was figuring out some stuff. You know, about guys?”
“Right.”
“Well, Trixie had come out a couple years ago, and I knew her from grade school – we weren’t friends, but we knew each other and talked now and then – so I figured I’d ask her to the Fall Formal, try and see if there was anything there.”
Sunset’s eyes widened. “Did… did you and Trixie…?”
Rainbow looked away and rubbed the back of her neck. “Not exactly… the night was wrapping up, and we were standing near the dance floor as they put on a slow song. I was wondering if we should dance to that sort of thing… and then Trixie leaned into me and whispered that her parents were out of town.”
Sunset’s eyes went even wider. “So, did something happen?”
“Oh yeah. I freaked out, screamed, and pushed her away.”
“Very mature.”
“And she fell back into Principal Celestia and Vice-Principal Luna.”
“Damn.”
“And they were carrying punch and cake.”
“Ouch.”
Rainbow nodded. “So now you know the story of how Trixie went home alone from the first Fall Formal with cake in her hair, her dress soaked in punch, and a week’s detention because Celestia ended up the same way. And someone happened to be recording a friend on their phone when it happened, so it ended up going up on EweTube. Trixie’s hated me ever since.”
“Can’t say I blame her after hearing all of that.” Sunset thought back. “So, that’s why you called her ‘Tripsie’ just now?”
“Yeah, it caught on after someone commented on the video.” Rainbow snickered.
Sunset frowned. “Don’t laugh at her. She’s the victim in this. You should have apologized to her.”
“I did apologize!” Rainbow Dash protested. “I apologized for a week. I offered to take her out on a date to make it up to her. I offered to pay to replace the dress. I offered to talk to the guy that uploaded the vid and have him take it down. She just ignored me and kept walking.”
“Humiliation like that isn’t easy to get over, Dash.” Sunset looked away, thinking. “Maybe I should have a talk to her.”
“Please, at this point talking isn’t going to do anything.”
“I know what it’s like to be humiliated in front of the school, Dash. And I’ve never done anything to Trixie – well, nothing I didn’t do to every other student before Twilight came. She might listen to me.”
Rainbow waved her hand in the air. “Sure, go ahead, give it a shot. Just don’t be surprised when it ends with screaming and one of you pinning the other to the floor.”
Sunset looked at her watch. Four twenty-nine. Applejack said Trixie helps the chemistry teacher until four thirty. She heard a door down the hall open and ducked around the corner to avoid being seen. She peeked her head back out.
“Have a good night, Ms. Zecora!” Trixie waved into the room and pulled the door behind her.
Sunset waited until she was walking away from her towards the stairwell, and began quickly walking after her, trying to be quiet. When she was close enough that she was confident she could catch her if she ran, she called out, “Hey, Trixie!”
The other girl turned, and her face quickly clenched into a scowl when she saw who was behind her. “What do you want?”
Trixie had stopped at the sound of her name and Sunset now caught up to her. Sunset smiled. “I wanted to talk to you about Rainbow Dash.”
Trixie held up her nose and spun forward. “Trixie prefers not to think about that pitiful plebeian.”
“I know that’s not true. She asked you to the Fall Formal once, right?”
Trixie’s eyes snapped to the side to look at Sunset. “Who told you about that?”
“She did.”
“Then you understand perfectly why Rainbow Dash can go jump into traffic as far as Trixie is concerned.”
“Trixie, it was an accident, and it was almost four years ago.” Sunset reached for Trixie’s shoulder in an attempt to offer some sort of comfort, but Trixie knocked her arm away.
“It is over and done with. Once Trixie graduates she will be moving away to attend university and she will never need to see or think about Rainbow Dash ever again.”
“And that’s really what you want?” Sunset shook her head. “You two were friends. And you must have felt something for Dash with what she told me about that night. Maybe not love, but at least friendship. And she obviously valued you as a friend, because she told me she kept trying to make it up to you. Do you just want to forget all of that?”
“Yes.”
The two reached the doors to the stairwell and pushed them open. Sunset sighed. “Trixie, I know my friends and I aren’t the closest of companions with everyone here, but you seem a nice enough person when you aren’t boasting. And I hate to think that you hate all of us because of something Rainbow Dash did.”
They stopped on the landing and Trixie turned to Sunset. She jabbed a finger on Sunset’s shirt. “Rainbow Dash is an arrogant, pigheaded, selfish little brat who humiliated Trixie in front of everyone! Don’t think that you smiling and being nice to me just because you don’t want a grudge on your conscience makes things better. It doesn’t.”
Sunset stared, and then slowly nodded. “You’re right.”
Trixie withdrew her hand back, her eyes widening and her eyebrows raising. “I am?”
“Yup. Clearly, being nice isn’t gonna work.” Sunset grabbed the collar of Trixie’s shirt and spun her into the wall. Trixie cried out. Sunset ignored it – Trixie was wearing her backpack, the exclamation was more surprise than pain. “Trixie, leave Rainbow alone. I’ll tell her to do the same. This is a stupid, petty thing to dwell over for four years, and I don’t appreciate having to deal with it every time we see you.”
Trixie sneered. “Give Trixie a break. She admits, up until just now, she hasn’t had a problem with you. Just tell Rainbow Dash to stay out of her way.”
“No, not gonna play your game. You two are both gonna back off.”
“Why do you even care how Trixie treats Rainbow Dash?”
“Because I don’t like my friends getting treated like you treat her.”
“Trixie recalls plenty of students laughing at your friends if they do something stupid or make idiots out of themselves. What makes Rainbow Dash so special to you?”
Sunset recoiled slightly, but recovered and shook her head. “Nothing. She’s not special. I just… don’t want you to make fun of her.”
Trixie stared for a moment, blinking with a curious expression on her face that Sunset couldn’t identify. Sunset frowned. “What?”
Trixie giggled. “You’re sleeping with her, aren’t you?” Sunset’s eyes widened and she let go of Trixie. Trixie gasped, a grin splitting her face. “You are!” She laughed, slapping a hand on the wall behind her. “That’s it, isn’t it? You found out Trixie might have once hooked up with Rainbow Dash, and now you’re feeling threatened.”
“Shut up!” Sunset slammed a hand on the wall next to Trixie’s head, but Trixie kept laughing at her.
“It really shouldn’t have come as such a surprise. Trixie always thought that friendship was a little too close sometimes, but she would have pegged Applejack to be the one to finally take pity on her.”
“I said shut up!” Sunset leaned in. “You listen to me, Trixie. You are not going to tell anyone about me and Dash, and you are going to leave all of my friends alone, or I’ll make the Fall Formal look like a nice evening compared to what I’ll do to you!”
“Don’t tell anyone?” Trixie raised an eyebrow. “So it’s a secret, hm?”
Shit. Sunset shook her head. “No, it’s not a secret.”
“Then everyone knows? Your other friends know about it?”
“…No. But it’s not a secret!”
“Then let Trixie tell them.”
Sunset gritted her teeth. “It’s hard to explain, okay? There’s a lot of complicated stuff going on that you don’t need to know about. So keep it quiet.”
Trixie smirked and leaned forward. “Tell Trixie the truth. Have you slept with her?”
Sunset took a step back but didn’t look away. “Yes.”
“Often?”
“None of your business.”
“That’s a yes, otherwise you would have just said no.” Trixie tilted her head and stared at Sunset. Sunset shifted her weight between her feet as Trixie looked down at the floor and raked her eyes back up. “Very well, Sunset Shimmer. Trixie will grant you the peace you desire.”
Sunset frowned. “Really?”
“Yes. Tell Rainbow Dash our grudge is considered resolved. Trixie shall not trouble her or you or any of your other friends from now on, as long as they do not give her new cause. And, Trixie shall hold her tongue on your relationship with her, not a soul shall hear of it.”
“Well… okay. Thanks. It’s good that you fi—”
“If,” Trixie cut off. She held up a finger and smiled. “If you come over to my house this Friday afternoon.”
A slow creeping dread spread into Sunset’s stomach. “Why?”
“Because we’re going to have sex.”
Sunset paled. “W-what?”
Trixie stepped closer to her and giggled. “Don’t worry, it’ll be our little secret. Secret for a secret. Fair is fair, right?”
“No.”
“Why not? Is this relationship so serious that a little fun on the side is out of the question?”
Sunset thought back to Twilight. “No, it’s just casual, but that’s not the point.”
“Casual?” She stepped even closer and Sunset leaned back. Trixie gave her a devilish grin. “Then what’s the problem? One afternoon for a permanent truce. Seems a good deal to me.”
Sunset’s dick began to harden and she cursed it for not listening to her head. “No. I’m not going to sleep with you, Trixie.”
“You sure?” Trixie stepped back and cocked a hip, putting her hand on it, and fluffed her hair. “Are you so blind and devoid of taste that Trixie is not desirable to you?”
Against her better judgment, Sunset’s eyes darted down. She actually considered Trixie among the more beautiful girls in the school, especially with that flowing silver-blue hair and piercing violet eyes. Sunset had never seen her date anyone though, and presumed her rotten personality to be the cause. Now, as she looked Trixie over, she wondered if it was the old dance video that had alienated potential suitors. Maybe a bit of both.
Trixie noticed Sunset’s look and her smirk widened. “Thought so. Well then, we have an agreement, don’t we?”
Sunset brought her eyes back to Trixie’s face and shook her head. “No. I refuse.”
“If you say so.” Trixie walked around Sunset to continue down the stairs.
“This isn’t over!” Sunset ran to the top of the stairs and shouted down at her.
Trixie stopped at the next landing and looked up at her. “Oh yes it is. It’s really not that complicated, Sunset. Either you show up at my house Friday at five, or at five-ten, everyone in school will know all about you tasting the rainbow.”
Sunset stood on the sidewalk, staring silently at the small single-story home at the end of the driveway in front of her. She glanced down at her phone. Two minutes to five. Am I really going to do this? Sunset considered her options. She was hardly ashamed of her relationship with Rainbow Dash, but it was something she wanted to tell their friends herself, not to mention her sexuality being outed (though her friends had seemed suspicious of them already). I’ve had two days to tell them. If I was going to do it, I would have by now. Sunset had to admit, the secrecy of her and Rainbow’s trysts thrilled her. She didn’t want to lose that.
No. That’s not why. A conversation about her and Rainbow Dash would lead to a conversation about how they hooked up. The penis, that Sunset was not ready to talk about to anyone. Trixie had no idea about that aspect of it all, though. Surely she could appreciate Sunset wanting to keep her secret? She’s not heartless, she’ll listen to reason. If I explain to her that it’s important she keep this relationship secret, I may not even need to tell her about the dick. Sunset looked at her phone again; a minute after five. She had a brief moment of panic and then swallowed her pride. Here’s hoping she’s in a good mood.
Sunset slowly walked up the drive to stand in front of the door. She took a breath and gave two sharp knocks, before she heard the door latch click open. She paused, waiting for Trixie to open the door. “Hello?” When there was no response, she turned the handle and pushed the door open.
The door opened into a hallway that led into a kitchen. No one was in sight. Sunset cautiously stepped inside and gently closed the door behind her. “Trixie?”
“In here.” The voice came from a doorway to the left, and Sunset approached it. She stopped when she saw the next room.
In the living room off the entrance hall, Trixie was reclining against the arm of a sofa in a satin blue bathrobe, her legs crossed and her hair draped over her front. The lights of the room had been dimmed, and scented candles were lined up over the coffee table. Sunset groaned at the sight. “Are you for real about this?”
“Take off your boots. You’ll be here a while.” Trixie smiled at her and leaned her head on her hand. Sunset contemplated her options, and then slipped off her boots and pushed them to the side. Her feet padded on soft white carpet as she entered the living room to stand in front of Trixie. Trixie patted the sofa cushion next to her. “Have a seat.”
“Trixie, I need to talk to you,” Sunset started.
“You can talk while sitting down.”
Sunset sat down next to Trixie. “Okay, look…” Sunset took a deep breath while Trixie leaned over the side of the sofa. The candles smelled of roses, and she shook her hand to waft the smell away. “I did come here, yes, but I don’t—” Sunset stopped when she saw Trixie lift an ice bucket with a bottle of champagne in it and set it on the table. “Seriously?” Trixie ignored the remark and next brought up her hand holding two thin glasses.
“Trixie appreciates proper mood.” She set the glasses on the table. “Continue.”
Sunset watched in disbelief as Trixie popped the champagne – the bottle was only half-full, she noticed – and eventually began talking again. “I know you’re not a monster, you’ll listen to reason. It is very, very important that no one finds out about me and Rainbow Dash. All right?”
“Is that so?” Trixie leaned back on the sofa, a glass of champagne in each hand, and offered one to Sunset. Sunset took it and set it on the table. Trixie sipped hers. “Do tell me: why?”
“I… can’t say.” Sunset shook her head. “I know that seems odd, but I’m being very serious. There is a very good reason no one can know about me and Dash, I can’t tell you what it is but trust me, it’s a good one.”
Trixie looked at Sunset evenly for a moment, and then snorted. “You had the rest of the week to just come clean about it. It’s not like anyone would care you’re gay or bi or whatever, half the school already knows.”
“That’s not—” Sunset did a double take. “Wait, what?”
“Mhm.” Trixie sipped her champagne again. “Oh, you’ve never told anyone, sure, but people just have a sort of sense for these things. Don’t worry, it won’t be much of a surprise.” Trixie set her glass on the table and shuffled closer. Sunset leaned away as she felt Trixie’s leg press against her own. Against her will, she felt her dick get hard at the sight of a hint of cleavage down Trixie’s robe. Trixie’s tongue darted out and she licked her lips. “Now, if that’s all?”
“No, it isn’t.” Sunset sighed. “Please, Trixie, just listen to me. This is not good for any of us to be doing this.”
“Give me a break.” Trixie sneered. “That’s the best excuse you’ve got, I have a super-secret thing I can’t tell you about? What a joke. Trixie wants her retribution, and I can think of little better than screwing Rainbow Dash’s fuck-toy under her smug little nose. So shut up, pucker up, and give Trixie—”
Sunset grew angrier with every word out of Trixie’s mouth, and began to growl. After the accusation about Rainbow, her patience reached its end. Sunset grabbed Trixie’s hand in mid-sentence and planted it firmly on the crotch of her jeans. Trixie stopped as she felt what her hand was touching. She looked down and saw the bulge in Sunset’s jeans. “What is that?”
“My cock,” Sunset said matter-of-factly.
Trixie slowly undid the button of the jeans and slid the zipper down, revealing the cotton of Sunset’s panties visibly tenting. Trixie stared silently for a moment, then reached to the table and lifted the bottle of champagne to her lips. Sunset smirked as Trixie took a long drink, tilting her head back to swallow it. When she came forward she tore the bottle away, a few drops spraying from her mouth. Trixie stared slack-jawed at Sunset’s groin. “What the fuck!?” She held up her hand. “Wait… you… you have a dick?”
“Yup.”
Trixie put the champagne bottle back on the table, then grabbed her glass and downed it in one gulp. She looked at Sunset in disbelief. “That… how?”
“Happened after the Friendship Games. It’s because of the magic I absorbed.” Now that the truth was out, Sunset took a certain pleasure in the utter bewilderment her condition was causing in Trixie.
“So…” Sunset saw Trixie beginning to think it over. “So you and Rainbow… ooooh.”
“Yeah.” Sunset smirked. “Told ya it was a good reason.”
Trixie sat back on the sofa, staring ahead. After a moment she giggled. “So little Dashie got herself a hot babe with a dick. Best of both worlds, huh?” She barked out a laugh. “Imagine, the hottest girl in school’s got herself a little somethin’ extra. Good thing you’re not looking at guys anymore, you’d scare them off!”
Sunset frowned at how jovial Trixie suddenly seemed, and looked back at the more than half-empty champagne bottle. A thought occurred to her. “Are you drunk?”
“Don’t be stupid. It takes more than that to make the Great and Powerful Trixie drunk.” Trixie tossed her hair. “Pardon her for being a bit hysterical at that little discovery.”
“Sure.” Sunset shrugged. “Well, if that’s all, I’ll be going and leave you to your laughter.” She began to stand, and a blue hand snapped to her arm and pulled her back down.
“You aren’t going anywhere. Trixie has a score to settle.”
Sunset looked at her. “But, you’re gay… aren’t you?”
“I’m bisexual, thank you very much,” Trixie sniffed. “It would be a crime to deny either sex access to a beauty such as Trixie.” She once again came closer to Sunset and looked at her groin. “Not quite what I was expecting, but it’ll work all the same.” She reached down and pulled Sunset’s jeans down her legs.
With Trixie’s hands so close to her dick and the realization that she still wanted to go through with this rushing up on Sunset, she tried to quickly sort out her conflicting emotions. “Trixie, please.” She inwardly noted she wasn’t sure what the next part of that sentence would be if she continued.
“Please what?” Trixie rolled her eyes. “You want your little…” she looked down again and pulled back the waistband of Sunset’s panties. Her eyes lit up. “Well, not-so-little secret. You want it kept that way? Trixie understands discretion. But if you want peace for you and your girl-toy, Trixie wants the same deal as before.” Before Sunset could respond, Trixie wrapped her hand around Sunset’s semi-hard cock and started stroking.
Sunset’s breath hitched. Trixie’s hand was working her with surprising speed, pumping back and forth as she stroked Sunset. Her dick rapidly rose to a full erection under the attention. “T-Trixie…”
“Trixie likes how you say her name.” Trixie leered at Sunset. “By the time she’s done with you, you’re going to be moaning out that name the next time you screw Rainbow Dash.”
The lustful haze brought about by Trixie’s dexterous fingers made Sunset take pause for a moment. “What?”
“I wonder what that would take, hm?” Trixie either ignored Sunset or didn’t hear her, and kept talking. “What would it take to engrain the thought of Trixie on your mind, so you can think of nothing else?” She looked down and chuckled. “Oh, I think I have an idea.”
Sunset’s pupils dilated as Trixie leaned over in her lap. Warm breath wafted over her dick, and she could feel the rush of wind as Trixie breathed back in. Trixie gave a low chuckle. “Has little Dashie ever done this for you?”
“N-no,” Sunset choked out. She thought of all the times she had gone down on guys. She’d hated it, mostly for the way they clawed at her hair and manhandled her head. The taste hadn’t done much to endear the act to her, either. But she’d never given much thought to what it was like to be on the receiving end of it…
“And if she ever does, Trixie promises you she won’t be half as good as this.” Trixie stuck her tongue out and ran it along the bottom of Sunset’s cock. Sunset’s nostrils flared, her head flung back against the couch, and she gave a sharp gasp. Trixie’s tongue was soft and wet against the throbbing, hot head of her dick. Sunset couldn’t remember feeling anything like it. Trixie swirled her tongue over it and moved her head down, lathering the sides up and down. Hot, moist lips pressed against the head. Sunset felt Trixie place kisses down her shaft, and stuck her tongue out to lap at Sunset’s balls.
Her body hot, Sunset leaned forward to pull her jacket off and tossed it to the other end of the couch. Every nerve felt like it was on fire. She hissed and brought a hand up to place it on Trixie’s back. Just making contact with her was enough, she had to touch her, know this was really happening. “Shit… how are you so good at this?” She swore she felt Trixie’s lips curl into a smirk as she kissed the base of Sunset’s shaft.
“Trixie is just naturally talented.” Another trail of kisses back to the tip of Sunset’s dick, and Trixie let the last one linger a moment. Without removing her lips, she opened them wider and engulfed the head.
Sunset groaned and bucked up into Trixie’s mouth. No wonder guys love this so much. Suddenly their behavior made sense; all she wanted to do was grab Trixie’s head and force her down further to give Sunset more of that delicious warmth and wetness. Trixie’s wonderful tongue wrapped around Sunset’s shaft like a snake as she descended down, then back up, suckling. Sunset clenched her hand on Trixie’s robe, her legs shaking. All she could think about was Trixie and the hot mouth surrounding her cock. Trixie’s free hand on her thighs pushed her jeans and panties down, the fabric falling to the floor and leaving Sunset nude from the waist-down.
A high-pitched beeping filled the room, joining the wet smacking of Trixie’s lips. Sunset felt her lustful haze clear as she thought what it could be. Trixie had noticed it too and lifted her head. “What is it?” Sunset reached along the couch to grab the arm of her jacket, and pulled it close enough to reach into the pocket for her phone. She sat up, looked at the screen, and paled.
“Shit.” She looked back at Trixie. “It’s Rainbow Dash.”
Trixie stared blankly for a moment, and then shrugged. “No problem. Answer it.” She ducked her head back down to take Sunset into her mouth again.
Sunset’s jaw dropped. “What?” The phone rang again.
Trixie lifted her head. “Answer it,” she repeated. She looked at Sunset expectantly. Sunset bit her lip and moved her thumb over to swipe the icon.
“Hello?” As Sunset spoke, Trixie moved back down to continue the blowjob.
“Hey Sunny, what’s up?” Rainbow Dash said on the other end of the line.
“N-nothing much.” Sunset swallowed a moan as Trixie slid down her dick. She thought she could feel her throat clenching. “Just hanging out at the mall.”
“Cool. I’m heading to the movies Sunday with Spitfire and Soarin’. Wanna make it a double date?”
“Mmm…” She tried to pass the whimper off as part of the conversation. Trixie had taken Sunset in fully, and Sunset felt her exhaling on her groin. Warmth and wetness and suction wrapped around her dick and made it difficult to think. “Uh, yeah. Sure.”
“Great. Noon good for ya, we can grab some lunch first.”
“Sure. AH!” Trixie’s hand was now squeezing Sunset’s balls and rolling them around her fingers, and the sudden pressure made Sunset let out a sharp gasp. She realized what she had done and clamped a hand over her mouth.
“You okay?”
Trixie lifted her head and looked up at Sunset. Sunset removed her hand and faked a laugh. “Yeah. Just stubbed my toe. On my desk.”
“Desk? I thought you said you were at the mall?”
“I am!” Sunset tried to think quickly. “I’m looking at a new desk, and am thinking about getting this one.”
“You? Buy a desk? Seriously?”
Trixie beckoned Sunset with a finger. Sunset swallowed. “Uh, hang on a sec.” She covered the end of the phone with her hand. “What?”
“Tell her where you are,” Trixie said simply.
Sunset glared. “Are you mad?”
“Tell her where you are, and what you’re doing or I’ll tell everyone about you.” Trixie gave her a knowing smirk.
“Hello? Sunset?”
Sunset shook and raised her phone back to her ear. “I’m here. I lied. I’m not at the mall.”
“Where are you then?”
Sunset hesitated as Trixie stood up and stepped in front of her. “Um… I’m at Trixie’s place.”
“Huh?” Sunset could hear the confusion and distaste in her girlfriend’s voice. “What are you doing there?”
Sunset looked up at Trixie. The other girl smiled at her and undid the tie on her robe, and shrugged it off her shoulders. The blue satin pooled to the carpet, Trixie now clad in a lacy, silver-blue nightgown that stopped at her thighs. Sunset licked her lips. “She just finished giving me a blowjob.”
A pause. Then a snort, and loud laughter. Trixie scowled. “That’s a good one, Sunny! Trixie wouldn’t know what to do with a dick if you gave her a diagram!” Trixie’s scowl deepened, and Sunset decided not to give her a chance to do something.
“I know. I gotta go, Dash, call ya later.” She hung up without waiting for a response and dropped the phone beside her. Trixie’s furious expression softened into a smile, and Sunset gulped. Trixie reached down and slipped her panties down her legs, and sat down on top of Sunset, straddling her. She leaned down until their lips were almost touching.
“Oh, I know precisely what to do with a dick,” she whispered. She adjusted her hips and reached down to position her cock at her entrance. “I know what to do with them more than Rainbow Dash ever will.” Trixie grabbed Sunset’s chin. Sunset saw fury blazing in Trixie’s eyes, and… something else? “By the time I’m done with you, my little ‘Sunny’, you won’t be able to fuck Rainbow Dash ever again without thinking about Trixie.” Trixie dug her nails into Sunset’s skin, and the sudden sensation made her gasp. Trixie took that moment to kiss her, bury her tongue in Sunset’s mouth, and sit down on her, taking her dick fully inside her.
Sunset didn’t have time to react before Trixie gripped her shoulders and started riding her vigorously. The rough kiss Trixie had forced on her was quickly broken as she moved back and forth. Sunset awkwardly took hold of Trixie’s hips. “Trixie…” Trixie growled and grabbed Sunset’s hands, pulling them back to clutch at her ass.
“Shut up!” Trixie’s breath was hot on Sunset’s face, her hair flailing around her head. “Shut up and fuck me!” A twisted grin crossed her face. “I wanna make sure every time you’re inside Rainbow Dash, you see me!”
A realization bloomed in Sunset’s mind at Trixie’s words. She let Trixie continue to ride her, pushing aside the pleasure to try and talk. “You want me to fuck Rainbow Dash thinking about you?”
“Oh yeah,” Trixie hissed. She laughed and dug her nails into Sunset’s shoulders. “Think about how much better Trixie feels than her.”
“And call out your name?” Sunset demanded.
“Scream it. Moan it. Whisper Trixie’s name in that little bitch’s ear as you pump into her.”
“Hurt her as much as she hurt you?”
“Mhm…” Trixie paused. She looked down at Sunset, her expression a mixture of confusion and annoyance. “What did you say?”
Sunset slowly shook her head. “You don’t give a shit about me, Trixie. You’re just using me to get back at Rainbow Dash.”
“…Well, duh!” Trixie barked out a laugh. “Now shut up and let Trixie—”
“No.” Sunset shook her head. “Whatever ‘this’ is, it’s over.”
“Not until I say it is!” Trixie snapped. She began to grind against Sunset but the hands on her rear came back to her hips and held her firm. “You want the whole school to know about the two of you?”
“Sure.” Sunset shrugged. “Go ahead. Tell them. I was trying to think of a way to do it anyway.”
“I won’t just tell them that!” Trixie shook. “I’ll tell them about the dick, too! Everyone will know!”
“Do it. In fact, you know what?” Sunset reached beside her and held out her phone. “Here. Call her. You call her on my phone, tell her what’s happening.”
Trixie looked at the offered phone, and snatched it. “Fine!” She swiped through the menus and hit the dial button next to Rainbow Dash’s name. She held the phone up to her ear and smiled triumphantly. “I can’t wait to hear little Dashie’s voice when she hears me.” Sunset sat and watched. After one ring, she heard the line click.
“Hi Sunny, what’s up?”
The phone didn’t move from Trixie’s ear as she looked down at Sunset. Sunset saw her hand shake.
“Helloooo? Sunset?”
Trixie’s expression softened, and her eyes lowered from Sunset’s face. Sunset gently leaned forward and reached up to Trixie’s hand. She didn’t resist as Sunset took the phone from her. “Hey, Rainbow. Sorry about that, dropped my phone and it slid under the desk.” She looked up at Trixie to see the other girl slowly stand up and sit down further down the sofa
“No biggie. So what’s up?”
“What movie did you have in mind?”
“Not sure, Spitfire and Soarin’ invited us so I figured we’d let them pick.”
“Sounds good. Later.”
“Later.”
Sunset hung up and put the phone down, and turned to Trixie. She had her head low, her silver-blue hair covering her face. Sunset frowned, unsure what to do. She reached a hand out. “Trixie?”
Trixie’s voice cracked when she spoke. “I had a crush on her since I came out. Rainbow Dash is the…” She sniffed, and Sunset realized she was crying. “She’s kind, she’s loyal, she’s tough, she’s beautiful. She’s one of a kind. I know that’s a cliché but she really is. I always thought about her but knew nothing would come of it.” She raised her head, her eyes red and puffy. “When she asked me to the formal, I was so happy. I bought a new dress for that night, you know. I wanted to dazzle her. I knew my parents were out of town, but it took all night to work up the courage to tell her… then…” Trixie hiccupped.
“Trixie…” Sunset slid closer on the couch. “She didn’t know. She was just trying to figure some things out about herself, and you scared her.”
Trixie bit her lip and nodded. “I know. I told myself that… it didn’t help. She embarrassed me in front of the entire school. I’ve never escaped that nickname, you know. It was freshman year and I still get snickers whenever I trip in the halls. Even new students coming in see that video. All because of Rainbow Dash… because I was stupid enough to say yes to her…”
“No.” Sunset lifted a hand to Trixie’s cheek and turned her head towards her. “It was not your fault, you hear me?” Sunset said firmly. “Yes, it was Rainbow Dash’s fault, but she didn’t mean it. She tried to make amends, maybe you could have. This stupid grudge has done nothing but hurt what could have been a friendship. Maybe more.”
Trixie looked at Sunset evenly, then slowly brushed her hand aside and looked away. “I’m sorry. I won’t tell anyone. About you two, or that… you. Just, please go.” She took a shaky breath, broken by another hiccup.
Sunset watched the other girl sob to herself for a moment. She looked towards the end table and picked up a box of tissue. She shuffled closer to Trixie and leaned in front of her. Trixie turned to her and saw Sunset lift a tissue to her face. “What…” Trixie stopped when Sunset carefully wiped her eyes, one then the other. She tossed the crumpled tissue onto the coffee table, and held two fresh ones up to Trixie’s nose. She took the hint and blew. Sunset put the tissues down and set the box next to them.
Trixie gave a small smile. “Thank you…” Sunset smiled at her, then leaned towards her and placed a soft kiss on her lips. Trixie squeaked. “S-Sunset?”
“Shhh…” Sunset put a hand in the small of Trixie’s back and leaned into her, gently pushing her down onto the sofa. She kissed her way down Trixie’s face to her chin, and then moved to the other side and repeated the motion. The salt of her earlier tears tingled on her tongue.
“Wh-what about Rainbow Dash?” Trixie croaked out.
Sunset positioned herself between Trixie’s legs, the head of her dick poking at her slit. She brought herself back to eye level and gave Trixie a soft smile.
“Rainbow Dash isn’t here. I am.”
Sunset angled her hips and thrust into Trixie. Trixie gasped and arced up at the penetration, and Sunset kissed her, easing her back to the sofa. Trixie was still wet from their earlier coupling and Sunset fell into a rhythm of slow, hard strokes. Trixie gave soft moans into the kiss and brought her hands up to Sunset’s shoulder blades to hang on. Sunset broke the kiss and buried her head in Trixie’s shoulder, suckling her neck as the new position allowed her to thrust deeper into her.
“Please…” Trixie’s eyes clenched shut and she dug her fingernails into Sunset’s shirt. “Don’t stop…” Her tangled hair fanned out below her, creating waves as her head came up and down.
I don’t intend to. Sunset was aching for release, but she was determined to let Trixie reach hers first. She brought a hand up under Trixie’s nightgown and reached for her nipple. She tweaked it and heard a sharp breath. Her other hand soon followed, working Trixie’s breasts with her thumbs and palms. Trixie’s moans and groans filled the living room and swirled around Sunset’s head like the smell of roses.
The rhythm changed. Sunset thrust forward and ground herself against Trixie before pulling back to do it again. The hands playing with Trixie’s breasts were as much for Sunset’s own leverage as Trixie’s pleasure. Sunset felt Trixie’s legs throw over her own, and her body tightened against her. Sunset gave a few more hard thrusts and gently bit down on Trixie’s neck.
A sharp shriek and Trixie’s body arcing up into hers signalled her climax. Sunset slowed, drawing out the orgasm as best she could. Trixie’s body shuddered once, twice, and then she fell onto the sofa. Her partner satisfied, Sunset reached to the table and grabbed the earlier clump of tissues she had used to clean Trixie’s face. She pulled out and held them to her head. She barely got them in place before her release shot into them, hips twitching.
Sunset swooned and collapsed on top of Trixie. Both girls were flushed and panting, covered in sweat. The wad of dirty tissues fell to the carpeted floor, and Sunset tried to catch her breath. For what seemed like several minutes, the room was silent save for ragged breaths.
“Sunset?”
Sunset put a hand on the sofa and pushed herself up. “Yeah?”
Trixie looked at her. “Did we just have pity sex?”
“…Yeah.”
“Oh…” Trixie gave a small chuckle. “I think I should be angry at you.” Sunset smirked and sat up from her. Trixie pulled herself into a sitting position and tilted her head. “Why?”
Sunset thought for a moment and shrugged. “I needed release. You needed comfort.”
“Is a quick romp on the sofa supposed to make me feel better?”
“Did it?”
Sunset saw Trixie think it over, and recognized a small raise of the eyebrows as she decided her answer. “Well, I don’t feel like crap anymore.” Trixie glared at her. “But the next time you pity Trixie, she will be forced to put you in your place.”
“Noted.” Sunset shook her head and stood up. She took another tissue from the box and cleaned off her dick and crotch. She wondered if Trixie was going to say anything else, but when there was nothing she grabbed her jeans and pulled them on.
“Hey.” Trixie’s voice now got her to look over. Trixie nodded. “I mean it. I won’t tell anyone. About anything. And…” she inhaled deeply. “And if you want to tell Rainbow about this, or not, up to you. I’ll keep quiet.”
“Thanks.” Sunset did up the zipper on her jeans, and sat next to Trixie. “Do me a favor, though? Talk to Rainbow. At least try.”
“…I will.”
Sunset place a small kiss on Trixie’s cheek. “You’re gorgeous, Trixie’. You’re gonna make some lucky girl very happy someday.”
“And you already are.”
“Are you kidding me?” Rainbow Dash rolled her eyes as she waited against the lockers. “The Masked Matterhorn could have kicked Mare-velous’ ass! She’s got freezing beams, hello! Those boomerangs are gonna get turned into ice cubes.”
Sunset took her books from her locker and shut the door. “Dash, you’re forgetting that Mare-velous has her whip. Tie up Matterhorn and it’s over.”
“She’ll freeze the whip, too!”
“Doesn’t matter, Mare-velous controls it with her mind, she’ll wiggle the whip around and break the ice around it. Again, over.”
“Then she’ll burn it. She’s got fire beams too, you know.”
“Doesn’t matter. That whip was woven from the hair of a goddess, it’s gonna catch fire but it ain’t gonna burn, so Matterhorn is tied up and set on fire.”
The two headed down the hall to their class. Rainbow shook her head. “I’m telling you, that movie was fixed. The writers wanted Mare-velous to win, so she did.”
“She won because she’s the better heroine. Matterhorn has the raw power, yeah, but Mare-velous is the better fighter.”
“Whatever.”
Rainbow Dash paused, and Sunset saw her looking ahead. Trixie was coming down the hall and stopped when she saw them. Sunset gulped. Oh no…
After a moment, Trixie stepped closer. “Hello, Rainbow.”
Rainbow nodded. “Trixie.”
“Sunset.”
“Trixie.”
The three stood in awkward silence. Around them the halls were starting to clear as students reached their classrooms. Trixie coughed. “I saw your posts on-line. You went to the new Power Ponies movie?”
“Yeah.” Rainbow shrugged. “Soarin’s idea. Seems silly a high school guy is into that cartoon, but I admit it was kinda cool. Even if the writers rigged the fight.”
“Good… my cousin wants me to take her.” Trixie smiled. “Um… I have to get to class. See ya.” She moved past them and kept walking, but Sunset saw Trixie glance up at her as she passed.
Rainbow let out a low whistle once Trixie was further down the hall. “Well, that was about as bad as I thought.”
“You said the talk went well,” Sunset replied. The two began walking again.
“Still awkward. But, it’s better than slinging insults.” Rainbow nudged Sunset. “Thanks for having a talk with her.”
“No problem.” Sunset smiled. “She just needed someone to comfort her.”
“Yeah, a good screw has that effect on people.”
Sunset screeched to a halt, her eyes wide. “What?”
“Oh, come on, Sunny, I ain’t stupid. You weren’t joking over the phone, huh?”
Sunset blushed and shook her head. “No…”
“Hey, I don’t mind.” Rainbow tossed an arm over Sunset’s shoulder. “She’s hot, we’re talking. It all worked out. Though, you coulda asked me. If we’re gonna go serious about this ‘us’ thing, that sleeping around is gonna stop.”
“Sorry.”
Rainbow gave Sunset a coy look. “So. First me, then Twilight, and now Trixie. Who’s next on your ‘to-do’ list?”
Sunset gave her an annoyed look. “How long did you take to think of that line?”
“Not long. My other joke was about a fishing rod and different lakes, but I thought that one was funnier.”
“It wasn’t.”
“Says you. You’re so sexed-up you just don’t recognize good humor.”
They reached the door to their classroom, and Rainbow put a hand on it. “You know what this means, right?”
Sunset frowned. “No?”
“Well, like I said, first me, then Twilight, and Trixie.” Rainbow grinned. “When do we do a foursome?”
“… And you say I’m the sexed-up one?”
