Chapters The two sentinels kept all eyes open as they scanned the room for any signs of visible danger. This was not their first time at this post, nor would it be their last. In their hearts, they knew this. They knew that this was a sacred, time honored duty. It was entrusted only to the most faithful and loyal of their kind. Few in number were those who could keep a careful watch of this most special and important of rites, when the young reveled in the carefree nature of their early years one last time. Tonight, they needed to be protected. They needed to be guarded.
They needed… to be chaperoned.
A flash of movement drew Vice Principal Luna’s eye to the punch table. “I trust that isn’t a flask in your hand, Mister Sandalwood.”
The young man, still wearing his trademark beanie even while in his tuxedo, blushed, returned the offending item to his pocket, and made a mad dash for the restrooms.
Principal Celestia chuckled. “Aw, Luna; you’ve scared him. Now he’s going to flush those joints I watched him sneak in.”
Luna smiled at her sister. “If you’re looking to bust someone tonight, then I know for a fact that he already passed two to the leader of the Drama Society.”
Celestia waved off the idea. “Do you really think I’m looking to bust anyone? What do I care if this bunch sneaks a few puffs in the corner of a few sips of whiskey in the toilet? It’s prom .” The older sister waggled her eyebrows. “Do you remember my prom?”
Luna snorted as she sipped from her cup of punch. “How could I forget? They had to tear down the old gym and rush the construction of this one so it would be ready in time for my prom.” She watched a group of girls gossiping by the snack table. “You never did tell me how you managed to convince an entire crew of exotic dancers to drop all their plans for the evening just so they could show up and join the party.”
“A tale for another time.” Celestia sighed wistfully. “Ah, youth. What I wouldn’t give to be out there with them right now.”
Luna smiled. “Indeed. I envy them, you know. Here they all are, on the precipice of adulthood, and they simply could not care less. It’s all about tonight.” She raised her glass in the taller woman’s direction. “Let the devil take tomorrow.”
Celestia tapped her plastic cup to her sister’s and drank. “So… any interesting stories to watch for?”
Luna grinned. “Aren’t there always?” This had become a favorite pastime of the sisters for the last few proms. They would always try and find the most interesting developing stories on the dance floor and observe them throughout the evening. Luna supposed the practice was rather… voyeuristic, but it was harmless fun and made the night pass more quickly. “I’ve been keeping an eye on young Sunset Shimmer and Fluttershy.”
Celestia scanned the room until she spotted the two-toned hair of the former Queen Bitch of Canterlot High (not that Celestia would ever call her that outside of the confines of her sound-proofed office.) “Isn't that Macintosh Apple she’s dancing with?”
Luna nodded. “Indeed. And nearby you’ll notice Fluttershy dancing with none other than our transfer student from Crystal Prep.”
Celestia peered and pursed her lips when she spotted the animal-loving girl indeed dancing with the brilliant Twilight Sparkle. “I don’t understand. Haven’t Sunset and Fluttershy been all over each other these past few months? Why would they come with different dates?”
“That is the question, isn’t it? Why, only yesterday I caught them sucking face in the janitor’s closet, and yet here they are with distinctly different dance partners. It’s all very mysterious.” She made to refill her cup. “You would almost think they were planning something.”
Celestia put a hand to her chin. “Indeed.”
Luna looked over. “And you? Any prospects?”
The older sister smiled. “Of course.” She pointed over to the snack table. The group of gossipers had departed and revealed a new scene in their place. “May I draw your attention to Rarity and Applejack?”
The aforementioned pair were standing side by side along the snack table, obviously ignoring the other’s gaze. Rarity’s dress was immaculate, an original design that she’d slaved over for weeks no doubt. On the opposite end of the spectrum was Applejack, wearing for what for all intents and purposes to be something made from her house’s curtains. Her trademark Stetson was still perched on her head, something that was truly irritating Rarity if her quick glances towards the leather hat were anything to go by.
“And? Aren't those two dating as well?” Luna asked, intrigued by her sister’s selection.
“No one’s quite sure.” Celestia shrugged. “They arrived together, that’s true. But they haven’t danced at all this evening. They just keep glaring daggers at each other and at anyone who comes and asks them to dance. I wonder what they might be fighting about.”
“Interesting; a spat between friends? Or…?”
“A lover’s quarrel.” Celestia finished for her. “I suppose we’ll know one way or another by the end of the night.”
The two sisters once again leaned on the wall and scanned the packed gymnasium. The darkness was broken by flashes of light and strobes as the multitude of bodies moved in tune to the music. On stage, Flash Sentry led his band through another pulse pounding ballad. Vinyl Scratch, her ever present headphones over her ears, worked the lights and mixed the sound in perfect sync with the popular boy’s every riff.
Celestia’s eyes landed on a pair of female figures swaying just beside the stage. “Isn’t that Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie?”
Luna peered at where her sister was looking and nodded. “Indeed.”
“Well, that’s odd.”
“It is?” Luna snapped her fingers in realization. “Oh, of course! Where are their dates?”
“No, Luna; I’m fairly certain those two came stag.” Celestia narrowed her eyes and sipped her punch. “Rainbow Dash enjoys being the center of attention at all times. And Pinkie Pie, of course, practically made this prom happen with her own two hands. You’d think they’d be in the thick of things. As it is, they appear to be trying to catch Mister Sentry’s eye.”
“If half the things I’ve heard about those two are true, that’s not the only thing of his they’re trying to catch.” Luna laughed lightly. Her laughter petered off, and, after a quick glance to make sure no one was looking, she produced a flask from her jacket pocket.
“Luna !” Celestia admonished her sister.
Luna smiled guiltily. “Sorry.”
Celestia sniffed indignantly… before holding out her cup. “You know I always get the first pour.”
The sisters laughed as they spiked each other’s punch. They toasted again before holding the cups to their lips. “Sister, I think this is going to be an interesting evening.”
Celestia sipped the punch, relishing the sweet burn that reminded her of her own prom so long ago. “Luna, this is senior prom. If there isn’t a story to tell by the end of the night, then what’s the point of having it at all?”
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Good Girls Go to Heaven (But Bad Girls Go Everywhere)
Author's Note
Good Girls Go to Heaven (But Bad Girls Go Everywhere)
Someone in Flash’s band produced a saxophone and began playing long, downright silky smooth notes from it. As the solo reached a seeming crescendo, the drummer launched in with the beat to a classic, if underappreciated, rock and roll classic. Sunset Shimmer smiled as Macintosh swung her outwards to the driving riff of her ex-boyfriend’s guitar, their dancing picking up the pace along with the song. In all of her and Fluttershy’s planning, she’d never imagined that she would enjoy dancing with the tall farmer as much as she was right now. He was deceptively light on his feet and his natural strength made him a perfect anchor that she could spin around to her body and heart’s content. Already she was soaked in sweat, but he didn’t seem to be any worse for the wear. They’d been dancing since the band had started half an hour ago, and he hadn’t done anything but twirl and spin her until she was giggling like a small child.
Hell, he practically hadn’t said a word.
“So… what’s the game?”
The words, uttered in a country-tinged baritone, caught her completely off guard. She stopped mid-twirl and allowed herself to be pulled tight against the farmer’s muscled frame. “Uh… what do you mean?”
“C’mon, Sunset.” Mac scoffed. “I may be quiet, but I ain’t stupid. I know there’s some reason that you wanted to come to prom with me instead of your girlfriend.”
Sunset blushed. “I promise we’re not messing with you.”
“Oh, I know that.” He dipped and swung her as they continued dancing. “If I had the slightest feeling ya’ll were fuckin’ with me, I’d drop you like a hot rock mid-dip.”
“Please don’t do that.”
He smiled. “No worries. Now why don’t you tell me what’s really goin’ on here?”
Sunset looked over at Fluttershy who was trying to get the more socially inexperienced Twilight to take the lead in their dancing. “It’s Fluttershy.”
Mac stiffened slightly. “What about her?”
“Do you… like her?”
“I mean, uh…” Suddenly Mac seemed a whole lot more sweaty. “Yeah, she’s cute.”
“And?” Sunset raised an eyebrow.
“And… I might’ve had a crush on her a while back.” Mac lowered his head. “I got over it, though. I know ya’ll are together and…” His sentence was cut off by Sunset’s lips. She pulled back just as quick and he gaped at her smirking face. “Uh, you two are together, aintcha?”
“Devotedly so.” Sunset took the initiative and spun, stopping so that her back was to the young man. She took his arms and wrapped them about her waist. “As it happens, Fluttershy used to have a serious crush on you not that long ago.”
“N-no kiddin.’” Mac stammered as Sunset began to roll her hips.
“No kidding.” She repeated, letting herself be taken by the song. “Now, most of the romantic feelings had burned out by the time we got serious, but I’m gonna tell you a little secret.” She reached up and pulled his head close so she could whisper into his ear. “She still really wants to fuck you.”
Mac swallowed hard, both at the words Sunset had spoken and her backside beginning to grind into his crotch. “Is that a fact?”
“Yep.” Sunset bent her waist slightly and grinned when Mac immediately got a grip on her rolling hips. “And, as luck would have it, I’ve got some sexual tension of my own to work out. Can you guess with who?”
Even with blood rushing from his brain to other locations, Mac could put two and two together. “Twilight.”
“There it is.” She giggled, when she felt something poking her. “And I’m not just talking about you getting the answer right.”
Mac gulped and pulled Sunset upright. He spun her around and looked around to make sure their display hadn’t drawn any attention. “Why the game, though? If Fluttershy wants in my pants so damn bad, why not just ask me to prom herself?”
Sunset gave the farmer her most deadpan look. “Because she’s Fluttershy, stupid. The answer’s in her name.” She pulled close so she could whisper in his ear again. “I asked you out so I could make sure you were interested. She’s doing the same thing with Twilight right now. Look.”
Mac did… and looked back just as quick when his eyes made contact with Fluttershy’s for a split second.
“If Twilight is into it, then ‘Shy will give me the signal. Then we all can sneak off somewhere and deal with all this tension. So…” Sunset pulled back and cocked her head. “You in?”
A very large part of Mac was screaming affirmative, but his deeply ingrained country upbringing was fighting it tooth and nail. “I don’t know, Sunset. I’ve never been the type to just hit it and quit it, ya know? Don’t seem right.”
“Think of it as doing us a favor.” Sunset pouted. “If Fluttershy and I work through this, then our relationship will be stronger than ever. Bonus, you get to plow one of the hottest girls in the school.”
Mac stopped dancing, his face scrunched up in concentration. “There has to be a downside to this. There’s no way this is as perfect as yer makin’ it sound.”
“Listen to me, big guy. Let me give you some personal advice.” She pulled him close and nipped his chin. “Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth.”
Mac stared at her, his eyebrow raised. “Was… was that a damned pun ?”
Sunset giggled as the band flew into the song’s final stretch. She looked over at the other couple and waited. Fluttershy had been nervous and apprehensive, not sure at all that Mac would go for the idea. On the opposite side of the coin, Sunset had no doubts whatsoever that Twilight would be down for the idea. She’d caught the nerdy girl’s furtive stares and hitched breaths in the hallways. Twilight Sparkle, much like her Equestrian doppelganger, was a ticking time bomb just waiting to explode.
Sunset wanted to taste that explosion, at least one last time.
She and Princess Twilight’s night of passion had been a standalone event, a bit of fun brought about by magically mixed up heat cycles. While her own taste for the sins of the flesh had been sated by the occasional sleepover at Pinkie Pie’s, she and Twilight had agreed to keep things friendly between them, if only to avoid any further potentially magic mess-ups.
But deep down, Sunset wanted that purple skin under her tongue just one more time.
Fluttershy was all for the idea. She’d even suggested inviting Twilight to one of Pinkie’s special sleepovers, but Sunset had shut it down. She knew that if this Twilight was anything like her twin, then she would need to be personally guided through the world of carnality that Sunset wished to wreak upon her. It needed to be just them, alone.
Then, after she had her fix, she and Fluttershy could take that next step; total monogamy.
Well, almost total monogamy. The girls were planning one final sleepover the night of graduation.
Sunset unconsciously licked her lips as she watched Fluttershy whispering into the bespectled beauty’s ear. There was a moment of hesitation… and Twilight gave a quick nod. Fluttershy looked over at Sunset and winked.
Bingo.
Almost as though reading Sunset’s thoughts, Twilight turned her head and met Sunset’s eyes. She saw the way Sunset was looking at her and bit her lower lip as she blushed. She smiled and nodded again, more exuberantly this time.
A Cheshire grin split Sunset’s face as she looked back at Macintosh. “Well, big guy; are you in?”
Mac said nothing. His eyes were wide and staring, like a rabbit that can do nothing as a fox approaches to deal the final blow. Fluttershy was approaching them, Twilight following quickly behind. Her eyes were locked on his, hooded and predatory. She was sweaty from the dance, the perspiration shining on her yellow skin. One lock of pink hair had come loose from her bun and was bobbing in front of her face. Mac had had his fair share of feminine companionship, but he’d never seen any girl look at him like that.
Like she wanted to take him just as bad as he wanted to take her.
A grin started tugging at his lips. “Oh, I’m in. D’you think she can handle me, though? I don’t wanna break her.”
Sunset burst out laughing. “Mac, the question isn’t whether she can handle you. It’s if you can handle her .“
The other couple arrived beside them. After quick greetings and some more urgent glances, they moved as one towards the gym’s exit, towards the currently empty school building proper.
"And no one said it had to be real
But it's gotta be something you can reach out and feel now
It ain't right
It ain't fair
Castles fall in the sand
And we fade in the air
And the good girls go to heaven, but the bad girls go everywhere…"
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As soon as the door was closed, Sunset’s lips were attached to Twilight’s. The scientist returned the kiss with intense, if unpracticed, enthusiasm. Not wasting any time, Sunset wrapped her arms around Twilight’s waist and pushed her back towards the teacher’s desk. Twilight gave no resistance, only squeaked slightly when her bum hit the desk’s edge and Sunset hoisted her atop it.
Sunset’s hands slid up the girl’s (obviously) purple dress and grasped the zipper, almost yanking it down in her drive to have Twilight naked as quickly as possible. Already she could hear Mac in the next room, his shocked and pleasure filled exaltations proof enough that Fluttershy was already trying to suck out his soul via his dick. If her girlfriend was already that far ahead of her, then she needed to pick up the pace a little.
The kiss ended so suddenly that Twilight’s lips were still reaching for Sunset’s for a good few seconds afterwards. She pulled off her fogged up glasses and stared at her seducer, panting. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” Sunset reach back and undid her own zipper. The orange and fiery red dress fell to the floor in a heap.
Twilight finished cleaning her glasses, returned them to her face, and stared. “You… you aren’t wearing underwear.”
“Yeah.” Sunset let her hands caress her exposed skin on their way to undoing her ponytail. “I never know when Fluttershy’s gonna get the urge to drag me off somewhere, so this just saves time.” She pulled the hair tie free and fluffed out her hair. “Do you not like what you see?”
Twilight swallowed hard as she took in every inch of Sunset’s body. “No, I like it. I really like it.” She reached up and pulled the dresses top down, revealing her lack of a bra.
Sunset’s mouth went dry at the sight of Twilight’s breasts, just as she remembered them. Her nipples were already stiff, begging for attention.
“Fluttershy told me that you had a thing with the other me.”
“It was just one time.” Sunset couldn’t look away. Her hands clenched at the empty air. Already her taste buds were filling her mind with the familiar taste of the princess’ sweat, the texture of her areola on her tongue…
“She said that you wanted to relive that night with her. That it was the only gift that she could give you that measured up to you helping her get Mac for the night.”
Sunset nodded, beyond words.
“I’ve… I’ve never been with a girl before.” Twilight’s hands reached up to cup her breasts. “I’ve always wondered what it’s like, and I’ve always thought you were really hot. I figured this would be the best way to OH!”
Sunset couldn’t take anymore. She wanted the purple girl squealing instead of talking. She’d crossed the space between them in an instant and latched her lips to Twilight’s neck. She pushed the scientist’s hands away from her chest and grabbed a tit in each hand, kneading them roughly.
Twilight’s glasses started fogging up again. “I guess you’re okay with taking the lead then.”
“Mm-hmm.” Sunset ran her tongue around Twilight’s collarbone, relishing the raising bumps on the skin and the small noises she was making. The purple girl was putty in her hands. It was everything she’d been fantasizing about…
But something wasn’t right.
She wasn’t sure what it was, but she wasn’t feeling the same spark she’d felt with the Princess of Friendship. This Twilight tasted great and she was smoking hot (in that brainy, nerdy way that really got Sunset’s engine revving) but there was something about her that wasn’t meshing with her memories.
Oh well. She’d just have to try tasting something else.
Her whole body slid downwards, her mouth taking over for her hands and her hands working the dress down past Twilight’s hips. Twilight easily lifted her backside to allow the dress to slide down to the floor and she groaned as Sunset took a nipple into her mouth and sucked on it lightly. She rolled her tongue around, but she still couldn’t shake the feeling away. This was great… this was awesome…
…this wasn’t what she was expecting.
Her hands stopped rubbing Twilight’s thighs. She stopped her exploration of Twilight’s chest and stepped back, a confused look on her face.
Twilight stared at her, her chest heaving. “W-what is it?”
“I’m not sure.” Sunset put a finger to her lips, wracking her brain for the answer. “…You don’t taste like her.”
The fog around Twilight’s brain was quickly dissipating. She was suddenly aware of how very cold and naked she felt with Sunset standing away from her. Her arms crossed in front of her chest. “I… I’m sorry.”
“No!” Realizing what her actions must have looked like, Sunset quickly returned to Twilight and wrapped her in her arms. “You didn’t do anything wrong. It’s me. I’m… I’m an idiot.”
Twilight looked at her in confusion.
Sunset released her hug and sat next to her friend on the desk. “I assumed that having sex with you would be just like having sex with Twilight. The other Twilight, I mean I never reasoned that, while you two were doppelgangers, you wouldn’t actually be the same person.”
Twilight nodded. “I think I understand.” She removed her glasses and began polishing the lenses with a cloth she produced seemingly from thin air. “I mean, I’m not offended. If anything, we might have just stumbled on the next level of studies about the crossovers between our two worlds. We’ve just established that while myself and the Equestrian Twilight may look, talk, and act in similar fashions, biologically we’re completely different.” Her face broke into a wide grin. “We could do some experiments with the mirror! Maybe I could come through and we could sort out what happens when a human being is magically transformed into a pony! Of course, I would need a few weeks to work out a fully hypothesis, sketch out in possible variations in the space-time continuum, work in some fail-safes, and MMPH!” Twilight’s diatribe was silenced as her lips were once again overtaken by Sunset’s.
Sunset pulled back, her eyes hooded. “You might not be exactly like her, but you still make me wanna fuck your brains out when you talk like that.”
Twilight smirked. “What’s stopping you?”
Sunset leaned in. “Put your glasses back on…”
“Sunset?”
The two started as the door connecting the two classrooms slowly opened. They watched as a very naked Fluttershy and Macintosh (the latter discreetly covering his crotch with his tuxedo jacket) made their way towards them.
“Fluttershy?” Sunset looked at the strange look on her girlfriend’s face. “What’s wrong? Did some…” She was cut off by a deep, slow kiss from the yellow girl. She smiled dumbly when she pulled away. “So that’s what that feels like.”
Fluttershy smiled sadly. “I can’t do it. I can’t just have sex with Mac. It just doesn’t feel right.”
Sunset brushed a stray hair from her lover’s face. “’Shy, baby; we talked about this. I don’t mind.”
“But I do.” Fluttershy reached up and held Sunset’s hand to her cheek. “You’re the most important thing in the world to me. I love you more than I can put into words. As fun as doing Mac would be, I just can’t go through with it without you. It just wouldn’t feel right.” She kissed Sunset’s palm. “I don’t want to be the same bottled up nymphomaniac I used to be. I want be yours and yours alone. I want to share everything with you. I…” She looked up bashfully. “I love you.”
Sunset blinked away the few tears gathering in her eyes. “Oh, I love you too, Fluttershy.” She pulled Fluttershy to her and they just stood there, holding each other for a few moments. She kissed Fluttershy’s cheek and laughed. “We were having some issues ourselves.”
“I can tell.”
“How?”
“Twilight’s panties are still on.”
They laughed together until the clearing of a masculine throat reminded them that they weren’t exactly alone. Sunset looked back at Twilight sheepishly. “Sorry.”
Twilight waved her off. “My whole goal tonight was to try new things. Sitting almost naked in a classroom while two of my best friends say ‘I love you’ for the first time counts, right?”
Fluttershy glanced back at Mac who was clearly enjoying being in such close proximity to so much nubile nude flesh. “To be clear, I still really want to fuck Mac.” She kissed Sunset. “I just want to do it with you.”
Sunset raised her eyebrows and took in Mac’s frame. She bit her bottom lip as her eyes trailed down his chiseled chest towards his hidden manhood. “I could be into that.” A flash of inspiration struck her and she looked back at Twilight. “You want in on this, too?”
Twilight had been openly ogling Mac since he entered the room. “I suppose so, especially since I’m assuming that he’s going to be my date for the rest of the night now that you two are probably going to want to get some dancing in.”
Sunset smiled and turned to Mac. “How about it, big guy? Think you can handle all three of us?”
Mac looked from girl to girl, appraising them each. In all his pursuits, he’d never faced the challenge of three at a time before. This would indeed be a labor worthy of the old myths. He only hoped that he had the will and personal strength to endure. He let the jacket fall to the floor, chuckling at the looks on Sunset and Twilight’s faces when they saw exactly why they called him ‘Big’ Mac.
“Eeyup .”
“Applejack?”
The farmer sighed at the tone in the other girl’s voice. “Yes?”
Rarity focused her attention on a wrinkle in her dress. She smoothed it out and looked back out at the crowd. “When you asked me to prom, I didn’t think we’d be spending the whole evening in the refreshment area.”
Applejack rolled her eyes. “What is it you want, Rarity?”
The alabaster seamstress glared at her date. “I’d like to dance with my girlfriend, if that wouldn’t be too much trouble.”
“I ain’t yer girlfriend. We’ve been over this.”
Rarity threw her hands in the air. “Oh, here we go again. I forgot we aren’t girlfriends, darling. Pray tell, how would you define our relationship, then?” She began counting on her fingers. “We get jealous when someone makes eyes at each other, we spend all of our free time together, we are intimately familiar with each other’s bodies…”
“Will you keep it down!” Applejack hissed, looking around. “You tryin’ to let the whole school know?”
“I really could not care less at the moment.” Rarity glared at her. “You have been absolutely intolerable these last few weeks, do you know that? Not only did you wait until the very last minute to even ask me to prom, but you insisted on coming in that… that… thing.” She gestured at the ancient dress the farmer was wearing.
“This is a family heirloom!”
“No, darling, it’s curtains. It is literally curtains that someone tried sewing into a dress. It is an abomination to both fashion and good sense.”
Applejack folded her arms. “Great, great, great grandma Scarlet worked really hard on this dress.”
Rarity rolled her eyes. “That’s all fine and good, but you could have at least let me spruce it up a bit. Not to mention your dogged insistence on wearing that hat of yours everywhere we go…”
Applejack looked away. “ I don’t see what the big deal is.”
“You can’t be serious.” Rarity gaped at her. “I have been obsessed with this night since the sixth grade. I’ve had every moment mapped out for the past year. I started working on this dress last Christmas. And despite all I’ve done, my girlfriend won’t even dance with me!”
“Will you stop callin’ me that!?” Applejack looked around again, sure that someone had heard this time. “We’re just friends.”
“Just fr…” Rarity trailed off, genuine hurt in her eyes. “But…”
“Listen good and close.” Applejack yanked her hat off her head and brandished it like a weapon. “I never asked you to prom. I assumed that we were comin’ together as friends, just like Pinkie and Rainbow Dash. I don’t need you spoutin’ off and sayin’ things that might get back to my brother.”
“That’s what this all comes down to, doesn’t it?” Rarity sniffled. “You’re afraid your family won’t be accepting of us.”
“Oh, for land’s sake! There is no us!” Applejack almost yelled. “We’re good friends that hang out and sometimes mess around with the girls at Pinkie’s house. We ain’t a couple, we ain’t girlfriends, and we ain’t high school sweethearts. Now, if you can’t grasp hold of that, then maybe you need to go find somebody else to dance with.”
Rarity’s lip was trembling, two small trails of tears flowing from her eyes. “But I don’t want to dance with anybody else.”
Applejack huffily returned her hat to her head. “Listen, if you can’t accept this as it is, then maybe…” She looked away. “Maybe we don’t need to be friends anymore.”
The impact of Rarity’s slap was swallowed by the noise of the crowd. She sniffled as she wiped her eyes. She glared at the farmer. “I hate you .” Before Applejack could respond, the fashionista was gone, making her way through the crowd towards the ladies room.
Applejack stared at the place where the girl had just been. She felt cold, save the hot spot of pain on her face. With a grunt of irritated anger, she turned back to the refreshment table and stared at the assembled array of snack foods. She concentrated on them, determined to focus on something, anything, that would keep her from thinking about the pale girl in the blue dress and her desire to run after her…
“Applejack? Are you okay?”
Applejack looked over to find Lyra and Bon Bon staring at her with concern on their faces. She grinned without humor and gestured around the room. “A’course everything’s fine. It’s prom, right? We’ve been waitin’ for this night since we were kids.” She reached for a strawberry. “What could possibly be wrong?”
“You mean besides Rarity running away from you? In tears?” Bon Bon deadpanned.
Applejack shook her head. “You just don’t understand. You can’t understand.”
Lyra took a bite of the finger sandwich she was holding. “I understand that if it was my girlfriend running off to the bathroom bawling her eyes out, I’d be right behind her…”
“Consarnit, she ain’t my girlfriend!” Applejack whirled with a snarl. “I ain’t gay!”
Her outburst was hidden from all but the three beside the table thanks to a particularly loud riff from Flash up on stage.
Bon Bon stared at Applejack, genuinely confused. “You… aren’t?”
“A’course I ain’t.” Applejack munched another strawberry with intensity. “Whatever gave you that idea?”
“Besides the fact that you’ve never had a boyfriend? Like, ever?”
“There’s more important things than canoodlin.’ I‘ve got a farm to help run.”
“And there’s the fact that you’re always hanging out with Rarity.”
Applejack rolled her eyes. “We’re best friends. Just like you two.”
Lyra’s jaw dropped.
“Holy shit.” Bon Bon’s expression mirrored Lyra’s. “You’re actually being serious right now.”
“Sure I’m being serious.” Applejack chuckled. “Me and Rares are just as close as you two are. Maybe even closer.”
“Yeah, that’s what we figured.” Lyra glanced at Bon Bon before raising an eyebrow at the farmer. “AJ, did it seriously never cross your mind that maybe Bonnie and I were too close to just be friends? Haven’t you ever thought it was kinda weird how we held hands in the hallway?”
“And have you not seen the way we look at each other, like, all the time?”
Applejack blinked. “I’m not sure where you’re goin’ with this.”
Bon Bon started to snap but Lyra beat her to it. “Applejack, we’re gay . We’ve been out and about with it for two years now.”
Applejack raised her eyebrows in genuine shock. “What?! No way! Ya’ll ain’t gay. Ya can’t be.”
Bon Bon smirked at her girlfriend. “Trust me on this. We are both really into girls.”
Lyra returned the smirk and kissed the cream colored girl’s cheek. “And really into each other.”
Applejack rubbed her forehead as she tried to process this new (to her, anyway) information. “But ya’ll never talk about it. Nobody talks about it.”
“One, what goes on between us is our business and nobody else’s.” Bon Bon held out a second finger to match the first. “And two, it’s not a big deal. Everybody knows and nobody cares.”
Lyra narrowed her eyes at Applejack’s continued confusion. “You don’t have a problem with any of this, do you?”
“No, of course not!” Applejack replied quickly. “It’s just… but I thought… Rarity and I…” Applejack’s arms dropped to her sides as the pieces finally fell into place. “Rarity actually likes girls, doesn’t she?”
“Well, she likes you.” Bon Bon reached over and put a hand on Applejack’s shoulder. “Applejack, we’re just as confused as you are right now. Maybe you could help us out.”
Applejack pursed her lips for a moment, warring on the inside about what she ought to do, then finally decided that honesty would be the best thing. “Not here. Come on.” She motioned for the two to follow her to a darkened corner of the gym.
She told them (almost) everything.
When she was finished, Lyra and Bon Bon just stared at her in complete shock.
“Well?”
“So, to summarize; you and your friends occasionally meet up at Pinkie Pie’s house and engage in crazy wild, partner swapping, full on girl-on-girl orgies?” When Applejack nodded, Bon Bon broke into a wild smile. “I hate to break this to you, Applejack, but that’s super gay.”
Lyra’s grin matched her girlfriend’s. “Yeah, that’s some next level shit right there.”
Applejack waved her hands frantically in a warding off gesture. “It ain’t gay! It’s just a way to blow off some steam.”
“Yeah, it sounds pretty steamy.” Lyra fanned herself. She cut eyes at Bon Bon. “Should we crash the next one, or…?”
“Not on your life.” Bon Bon growled.
“Spoil sport.”
Bon Bon focused back on Applejack. “Look, when you and the girls have these sleepovers, you spend most of your time with Rarity, right?”
“Well, yeah. Her and Dash, to be honest, but that’s more of a competition kinda thing…”
“And how do you feel when someone else starts getting a little too friendly with Rarity? Jealous? Possessive?”
Applejack’s silence was all the confirmation she needed.
“AJ, its okay to admit it. No one’s gonna judge you.”
Applejack looked down. “You don’t know my family.”
“I know Mac. And I know Apple Bloom. I really doubt either of them would have a problem with your liking girls. And I hear that your Granny is a real sweet…”
“No, listen to me. I’m not attracted to girls.” Applejack looked utterly defeated. “I don’t stare at girls when we’re out in public and I don’t get all hot and bothered when I see Countess Coloratura on TV. Even when me and the others are getting together, I’m appreciating them for being them, not for their gender. I… I don’t like girls.”
Bon Bon cupped Applejack’s chin and tilted her face upwards. She smiled. “But you like Rarity, don’t you?”
Applejack closed her eyes and nodded.
“If you really feel about Rarity the way she obviously feels about you, then you need to do something about it.” Lyra noticed that Flash’s band was telling the crowd they were taking a short break and that anyone who wanted to was more than welcome to get on stage and sing a song or two. “It’s not fair to Rarity that you’ve dragged her along all this time. You need to tell her how you feel or let her go. Tonight.”
Bon Bon nodded as she pulled away and returned to Lyra’s side. “So… what are you gonna do?”
Applejack sighed. “I… I just don’t know.”
“Well, if I were you, I’d figure it out quick.” Lyra turned and started away, Bon Bon trailing not far behind. “The night’s not gonna last forever, ya know?”
Applejack slumped against the wall, her brain buzzing. She was confused and she was scared, more scared than she’d ever felt before. She mentally punched herself for not realizing sooner how Rarity felt about her, about them. Had she really been so dumb to not notice the little things Rarity would say sometimes? Hadn’t those statements been coming more and more frequently as time went on?
“Don't worry about it, my dear. Applejack gets a trifle possessive of me when we’re in flagrante delicto.”
“You’ll have to forgive Applejack. She’s only come to truly understand her urges and desires because of moi.”
If that cowgirl has any plans of going steady with me then she had better hurry and do something about it."
"How about it, Applejack? Are you ready to come out just yet?"
Consarnit, she was sure they had just been jokes. None of the other girls seemed to take their get-togethers so seriously. If Rarity had actually felt that way, then why hadn’t she…?
And then it all came together at once.
Everything made sense all of a sudden. Rarity’s insistent belief that they were a couple, her belief that they were more than friends with benefits… all of it.
It had begun with the five of them, plus Maud on occasion. What happened at Pinkie’s stayed at Pinkie’s. Sunset and Fluttershy were the exception, the first to realize they preferred the company of one over the rest of the group. As far as any of the once and future Rainbooms believed, they were the first and only couple to sleep with each other outside of a Pinkie party.
But that wasn’t the case at all.
A brief reverb filled the gym and all eyes, including Applejack’s, looked to the stage. Lyra and Bon Bon were sitting side by side on the seat of the school’s piano, something no one had seen them do since the ill-fated Battle of the Bands. As they all watched, Bon Bon began to play a familiar, lilting melody. She nodded to Lyra who, at the sign, leaned towards the microphone and began to sing;
“I know there's something in the wake of your smile.
I get a notion from the look in your eyes, yea.
You've built a love but that love falls apart.
Your little piece of heaven turns too dark.
Listen to your heart when she's calling for you.
Listen to your heart there's nothing else you can do.
I don't know where you're going and I don't know why,
But listen to your heart… before you tell her goodbye.”
The words of the song carried Applejack back to a night that seemed so long ago now, to not long before Pinkie’s first life-changing sleepover. To that dark and stormy night when her truck had broken down and she’d knocked on a familiar door, hoping for help, but finding…
“Applejack?! What’s happened, darling? You look like a soaked muskrat.”
Applejack rolled her eyes as she hugged her old leather jacket closer against her. “Rarity, can I come inside, or would you rather explain my drowned corpse to the police in the morning?”
Rarity, a gossamer robe tied over her simple sleeping gown and her vibrant purple hair not yet tied up in its normal sleeping bun, quickly stepped aside as the young farmer stomped in. “Ahem.” Her eyes flashed downwards.
Applejack looked down at her muddy boots and quickly kicked them off before she reached the house’s carpet. “Sorry.”
“No worries, darling. Your truck broke down, I take it?”
Applejack nodded. “A couple miles back. Do ya have a phone? I could get Mac out here and…”
“Firstly, who doesn’t have a phone? Where are you from, the eighteenth century?” Rarity cut off the girl’s reply with a single finger. “Secondly, it’s down.”
“Storm?”
“Indeed.”
“Wonderful.” Applejack slouched. She looked up. “Your parents…?”
“Out of town with Sweetie Belle. Only moi, stranded in the storm of the century until at least morning.”
Applejack reached up and pulled off her dripping Stetson. “Now, I don’t wanna impose…”
“Please shut up if you are even remotely entertaining the notion that I would kick you back out into this mess. Of course you’re more than welcome to stay the night.”
Applejack smiled. “Thank ya kindly, Rarity.”
Rarity gestured at Applejack’s dripping ensemble. “Just give me those so I can toss them in the dryer and run upstairs. You can use my shower and I’m sure you can find some pajamas in my closet.”
Applejack blanched. “I can’t just strip in front of you!”
“Oh, please. Like you have something I haven’t seen already?” Rarity rolled her eyes. “I will turn my back if that makes you more comfortable.”
Applejack considered but shook her head. “Nah. You could just sneak a peek anyway when I streaked through your house afterwards. If you were lookin’ to peep, there’s really nothin’ I could do about it.”
“Splendidly put. It’s just us girls, after all.” Rarity winked as the farmer began undressing.
Later, after Applejack’s shower and fruitless search to find normal, non-glittery pajamas in Rarity’s closet, they relaxed on the living room’s sofa. Each sipped hot chocolate Rarity had whipped up as they chatted about the events of the day.
“This is nice.” Applejack admitted. “Thank you.”
“What are friends for?” Rarity nodded towards the mug. “How is it?”
“Fine.”
“I wasn’t sure how much marshmallow you wanted.”
“Shucks, I can’t get enough marshmallows. They’re my favorite.”
Rarity smirked into her mug. “I’m rather partial to apples, myself.”
Applejack blinked. “In… in yer hot chocolate?”
Rarity choked on her beverage and pounded her chest as she coughed. Applejack was by her side in an instant, patting her back. When she’d recovered, she glared at her guest playfully. “I wonder if there’s such a thing as too much common sense.”
“Now what’s that supposed to mean?”
“Never mind.” A blast of thunder shook the house and she squealed, taking advantage of that and Applejack’s arm placement to snuggle into the girl’s side. “Sorry. Do you mind?”
Applejack shook her head and wrapped her arm fully around the pale girl’s back. “Shoot Rares, you really saved my hide tonight. The least I can do is snuggle with ya a little.”
Rarity said nothing, simply enjoying the other girl’s warmth.
They remained that way for awhile, the storm raging around them. Before too long, the driving rain on the roof and the warmth of the girl beside her began to lull Applejack into a state of perfect relaxation. She began to dip forward, her nose finding Rarity’s hair and breathing in the smell. “Is that jasmine?”
“My favorite shampoo.” Rarity replied. She looked up into the farmer’s face. “Applejack?”
“Yes?” The orange girl suddenly found it very difficult to look away from the beautiful young woman’s quite piercing eyes.
“Forgive me, but given our current situation I fear I must be a bit forward with you. I doubt another opportunity like this will come along anytime soon.”
“How’s that?”
“May I kiss you?”
Under normal circumstances, a woman asking Applejack that question would’ve caused her to stammer and pull away, or maybe to laugh along at a joke she wasn’t getting. But whatever the reason, be it the rain, the comfort, or the company, she simply puckered her lips and leaned in.
The first kiss was short. The second was longer.
By the end of the third, Rarity was on her back with Applejack using one arm to support herself while the other cupped the back of the other girl’s neck. They stared at each other, panting from the sudden outburst of inexplicable passion.
“I’ve pictured this moment for quite some time now.” Rarity murmured.
“Not gonna lie… it might’ve crossed my mind once or twice.” Applejack admitted. “There’s just somethin’ about you.”
“I feel the same.” Rarity fingered the hem of Applejack’s pajama shirt. “I just never imagined you would fall right into my lap like this.”
“I’m so confused.” Applejack looked down at the barely covered body beneath her. “I mean, does this mean that I’m…?”
Rarity laughed lowly and shook her head. “That’s neither here nor there, darling. What matters is that you and I are right here, right now. And I want you. Right here… right now.” She closed her eyes and tilted her chin up in obvious invitation. “What are you going to do about it?”
All thoughts of questioning her feelings vanished when Applejack claimed those perfect lips once again. Such things as deciding one’s orientation seemed distant as she and the fashionista stripped the clothes from one another. There was no room for uncertainty or fear of the future while tongues tasted and fingers explored and passions flared and crescendoed, rising and falling in tune with the rage of the thunderclaps outside. Lightning flashed and the room was plunged into darkness, but they paid it no mind as they, with fingers twirling and slippery bodies sliding, cried out in release, the sound swallowed by their still united mouths.
They lay together after, and just before she’d fallen asleep, Applejack had heard Rarity utter a single sentence. “I think I’ve fallen for you.”
And Applejack had yawned and responded sleepily…
“…Me too.” Applejack whispered.
She was moving before the applause for Lyra and Bon Bon’s completed song had faded completely. She moved through the crowd, desperately looking for Rarity. Surely she couldn’t still be in the restroom. Surely by now she’d emerged to seek comfort from one of the others. She looked frantically but could find no sign of her. In desperation, she climbed the stage and looked out.
There she was, moving towards the exit.
She’d never reach her in time. There was only one option.
She reached the edge of the stage, grabbed the microphone stand, and held it to her lips. “Rarity!”
Rarity stopped and looked back at her, as did every single person at the prom.
“Oh boy.” Applejack looked around nervously before focusing back on Rarity. “Please don’t leave. I’m… I’m sorry. I was a fool. I was a damned fool.”
Rarity put a hand to her lips and listened.
“Rarity, I haven’t been fair to you. I know that now. I’m sorry I was too dumb to see how you really felt. And, well, I guess I was lyin’ to myself about feeling that way too.” She pulled off her hat and held it to her chest. “Yer the most wonderful person I ever met. Yer sophisticated, but ya ain’t snobby. Yer kind and generous to a fault. And yer so beautiful that my eyes start to hurt if I stare at you too long.”
There were several audible ‘Awwwws’ from the crowd but Applejack couldn’t hear them.
“I want to be what you’ve always wanted me to be. Because I lo…” She stopped when she watched one of the side doors open. Macintosh strolled in with Fluttershy, Sunset, and Twilight following closely behind. They all wore small smiles and looked ruffled, like they’d gotten dressed in a hurry.
Her brother looked up at her and she began to feel the fear returning.
She thought of Rarity’s eyes and the feel of her heartbeat in the dark.
She stood tall and focused her gaze on the purple haired girl. “I love you, Rarity. Hell, I guess I have for a while now.” She looked back to her brother and swallowed hard. “There it is. I guess… I guess that means I’m… I’m gay.” She waited for the condemnation, the glare that would soon cross her brother’s gaze.
Mac looked at her for what felt like a long, long time. Finally he looked her dead in the eye and said, “…Duh .”
Applejack’s jaw dropped. “What?”
“Literally everybody knows you and Rarity are a thing.” Sandalwood looked around. “Everyone raise your hand if you knew that AJ and Rarity had something going on.”
Every hand in the gym went up, including those of the chaperones in the back.
Applejack looked down. “Well… don’t I feel like a horse’s ass?”
“That’s just how love feels sometimes. You get used to it.” Lyra came up behind her and gave her a shove.
Applejack felt a brief rush of fear as she fell from the stage that dissipated when the crowd caught her. She laughed as they crowd-surfed her all the way back to Rarity who was waiting for her with tears in her eyes, different ones than those she’d shed before. “Hi.” She said when her feet were back on the ground.
“Hi.” She sniffled. “Did you mean it?”
“I only wish that I’d said something a lot earlier. I love you, Rares. Yer the only girl for me.” She held out her Stetson. “Do whatever you want with it.”
Rarity took it, considered it carefully, and then pulled it snug onto her head. “There. How do I look?”
“Like the most beautiful girl in the world.” She pulled her close and kissed her as the crowd cheered both at the display of affection and Vinyl Scratch getting ready to play more music. They parted their lips as a new beat began to play. “Would you like to dance?”
Rarity giggled. “Oh, darling; I thought you’d never ask.”
Lyra and Bon Bon looked on approvingly as Applejack began to spin her now official girlfriend into the thick of the dance floor. “We did good.”
Lyra smiled. “I told you that would work.”
Bon Bon kissed her girlfriend’s cheek and grabbed hand. “Yes you did.”
Lyra waited a few seconds. “So about the whole crashing the sleepover thing…”
Bon Bon rolled her eyes and yanked the other girl into the crowd. “Just shut up and dance with me.”
Author's Note
Can't Fight This Feeling Anymore
Rainbow Dash checked her watch for the umpteenth time that night. “Alright, so let’s go over the plan one more time.” She looked back towards the stage, a fair distance from her and her companion’s location by the currently folded bleachers. “Flash and the band should be calling it break-time in roughly… five minutes or so. When they head backstage, you and I ambush Flash and drag him back to the janitor’s closet. I don’t think he’s going to put up much of a fight…”
“Aw, would you look at that?”
Dash’s attention snapped to her best friend and routine fuck-buddy. “You weren’t even paying attention, were you?”
Pinkie Pie didn’t even look at her. She just sighed wistfully and continued gazing at whatever had caught her attention on the dance floor.
Mumbling under her breath in irritation, Rainbow Dash sidled up beside her and looked in the same direction. The multitude of dancing couples filled her vision, but it wasn’t hard to tell who it was Pinkie was so focused on. “Why are you watching Maud and Trixie dance?”
Pinkie shrugged. “I dunno. Just…”
“You aren’t regretting coming with me tonight, are you?”
“Of course not!” Pinkie Pie waved her hands frantically. “I love coming with you. You know that.” She allowed herself a giggle at the entendre before looking back to her older sister and her date. “I know that we’ve been planning this whole thing with Flash for a while and tonight was the perfect night…”
“That’s what your chart said, yes.”
“It’s just…” She motioned at the couple. “Look at them. Look how happy they are.”
Dash watched the couple spin across the floor to the high energy song the band was playing. She raised an eyebrow when Trixie squealed in delight as Maud spun her out and pulled her back in one smooth motion. “Your sister can really dance.”
“I wouldn’t know. Tonight’s the first time I’ve seen her do it.” Pinkie slumped back against the bleachers and hugged herself. “She’s like a totally different girl since she and Trixie coupled up. She’s so much happier now.”
Dash, who had seen Maud a few times since the original coupling in question and had not noticed any serious change in the stoic girl’s usual demeanor, opted not to say anything.
“And that’s not all. Look at Sunny and Fluttershy.” She nodded towards the pair who were currently sipping punch as they cuddled just off the dance floor. “And now Rarity and Applejack have made it official…”
“Yeah, I guess I owe you ten bucks.”
“Fifteen.”
“Ten.”
“We made that bet years ago, Dashie. Interest.” Pinkie sighed again. “My point is that everyone in our little sleepover fun time club has coupled up. Everybody except us.”
“Well, duh. We’re the carefree, fun, fuck-anything-and-everyone duo.” Dash playfully punched her friend’s arm. “Are you tired of that?”
“Well… sometimes.” Pinkie smiled apologetically. “I love having fun with you, Dashie. But I also want a little something more sometimes, y’know?”
“No. I don’t know.” Rainbow Dash lied as the song ended. “I’m too wild to be tied down. I can’t think of anyone I could stick around with on a permanent basis. That just sounds so… boring.” She looked back at the stage. “If you don’t wanna jump Flash with me, that’s fine. I’ll just….” Pinkie’s hand clapped over her mouth.
“No no no. We are absolutely going to boink Flash’s brains out tonight. But after that?” She shrugged. “Maybe I wanna try something else.”
“You mean after the last big sleepover, right? Because I special ordered that stuff because you told me how we were going to use them on Sunset…”
“Obviously after that, Dashie.” Pinkie giggled.
Dash joined in the laugh and looked up as Flash once again approached the microphone. “Alright, now he’ll announce the break…”
“Alright everyone!” Flash called out. “Me and the boys are about to take a break.”
“Yes !”
“But we’ve got one more song before that.”
“Fuck !”
“It’s an oldie, but a goodie. Couples! To the dance floor!” He strummed his guitar. “This one’s for you.”
The various couples in the room followed his direction, returning to the center of the gym as Flash’s band played the iconic intro to yet another rock classic.
Dash pouted. “Alright, so I guess I can wait one more song. Don’t know about you, Pinks, but I’m hornier than a…” She looked around to find Pinkie again watching the various couples now slow dancing. “Oh for the love of…” She threw her arms in the air in frustration. Why was Pinkie Pie being so damn weird tonight? Normally Pinkie was her partner in crime, her other in a duo of debauchery. But tonight she was all lovey dovey and… UGH. This was all Applejack’s fault she decided. What with her big impassioned love confession. Tonight was supposed to be about fun, and Dash’s favorite form of fun was fucking . Until tonight, she thought it was Pinkie’s as well. But if Pinkie wanted to be weird before they drained Flash’s sack, then they could be weird. She stomped over to Pinkie and held out her hand. “Do you wanna dance?”
Pinkie blinked at her in confusion. “What?”
“I asked if you wanted to dance with me.” She tilted her head towards the dance floor. “Do you?”
Pinkie’s face broke into a wide grin and she nodded enthusiastically. She took Dash’s hand and allowed the athlete to pull her into the thick of the crowd. They faced each other and their hands found their way to each other’s hips. They began to sway just as Flash began singing;
“I can't fight this feeling any longer
And yet I'm still afraid to let it flow
What started out as friendship
Has grown stronger
I only wish I had the strength to let it show…”
Pinkie smiled at Dash as they danced. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For asking me to dance. I love this song.”
Dash smiled and squeezed Pinkie’s hips. “Hey, I can be a good friend from time to time.”
Pinkie returned the squeeze and pecked Dash’s nose. “You’re my best friend, Dashie.”
“I tell myself that I can't hold out forever
I said there is no reason for my fear
'Cause I feel so secure when we're together
You give my life direction
You make everything so clear…”
As they danced, Dash looked at Pinkie in a new way. They’d never been this close with clothes on, and the experience of staring at Pinkie’s face without her murmuring vaguely filthy nothings was quite different. Dash’s heart swelled as she took in the blue of Pinkie’s eyes, breathed in the vaguely sugary scent of her hair and skin. She started to smile unconsciously. Why hadn’t she done this before? This was… nice. Dancing with Pinkie like this was really nice.
“And even as I wander
I'm keeping you in sight
You're a candle in the window
On a cold, dark winter's night
And I'm getting closer than I ever thought I might…”
Pinkie laid her head on Dash’s shoulder and Dash, not missing a beat, pulled her closer and wrapped the pink girl in her arms. She could feel how warm she was even through the frilly and poufy dress Rarity had designed her.
Pinkie breathed in and giggled. “You smell like vanilla.”
“Well… I remembered how you liked this stuff the last time I wore it. If you were coming with me tonight, I wanted you to have a good time.”
Pinkie pulled her head away and looked at her best friend. “Dashie, when I’m with you, I’m always having a good time.”
“And I can't fight this feeling anymore
I've forgotten what I started fighting for
It's time to bring this ship into the shore
And throw away the oars, forever…”
Rainbow Dash leaned in and Pinkie met her halfway. It wasn’t the first time they’d kissed. Hell, it wasn’t even the five hundredth. But really, it was the first time they’d kissed . It was slow and easy. There was no real lust behind it, but affection and tenderness. They kissed and they danced and time seemed to slow down. The other couples faded away. It was just the two of them on the dance floor.
That was all they needed.
They parted at last, and Dash smiled dopily at Pinkie. “Heh. That was…”
Pinkie’s eyes shot open in shock. “Dashie! We kissed too long!”
“I dunno, I could stand to kiss you a little longer…”
“Look!” Pinkie grabbed Dash’s face in her hands and turned her forcefully towards the stage. The bands instruments were sitting unattended. The dance floor had emptied because the song had ended. “We missed him.”
“Not yet we haven’t.” Dash touched the lightning bolt shaped medallion about her neck.
“Ooooh. Are you gonna run really fast around the world over and over and over again to reverse time?”
Dash blinked at her. “Uh… no? We’re just gonna speed over backstage.”
Pinkie Pie nodded sagely. “Ah. That makes sense. That running backwards thing would’ve just felt like a cheap plot device anyway.”
Dash rolled her eyes as she grabbed Pinkie’s hand. “Hold on to me.”
Pinkie tightened her grip. “Always.”
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Flash Sentry stretched as he started down the stairs that would lead him to the dance floor. Hopefully Sandalwood had spiked the punch already. He needed something to ease the ringing the amps had left in his head. He’d just reached the bottom step when a rainbow colored blur slid into his vision. He shook his head and wiped his eyes quickly. “Pinkie Pie? Rainbow Dash? What are you doing here?” He grinned. “I saw you two on the dance floor. Not gonna lie; kinda hot.”
The two girls smirked at one another. “If you think that was hot…” Dash started, running a finger down the buttons of Flash’s shirt.
“…Then you’re gonna flip when you see what’s under our dresses.” Pinkie finished, brushing her fingers over Flash’s zipper.
Flash grinned and wiped his brow. “That’s a tempting offer. Think I could get a drink before…?” But they’d each snagged an arm before he could complete the sentence. Flash had to laugh as they dragged him away towards one of the nearby closets. He wondered exactly what the pranking pair had under their dresses they seemed to think he’d find so enticing…
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Nothing. The answer to the previous question was nothing.
Flash buried his face between Pinkie’s generous cleavage, earning a giggle from the buxom beauty. He tightened his grasp on Rainbow Dash’s hips and continued to thrust into her from behind, her toned ass making a satisfying thwacking noise every time it struck his thighs. His own shirt was unbuttoned, his pants down around his ankles. He reluctantly left his haven in Pinkie’s chest to look down at Dash’s ass and give it a firm smack. Dash let out a pleasant cry and looked back at him, her hands still braced against the wall. “Too much?”
“Harder, pussy .”
Oh. So it was going to be like that . Flash obediently brought a much more forceful hand down on Dash’s ass, massaging the blow in and admiring the firmness of the muscle there. “That better?”
“Much.” Dash licked her lips and grinned. “Now fuck me like you mean it. And try not to get too distracted.”
Flash opened his mouth to ask what could possibly distract him, but the answer came quickly as a perfectly pink pussy suddenly popped into his puss. “Pinkie? How the hell are you…?”
The best party thrower in the school giggle-snorted. “Ask questions later. I can’t hold this for long.” The girl was braced against both walls, her palms and the flats of her feet holding her suspended so that her groin was right in Flash’s face. She waved it at him with a roll of her hips. “I hope all that singing got your appetite going.”
Flash’s father had told him that prom night was something special, but this was ridiculous.
The blue haired youth craned his neck forward and buried his tongue in Pinkie’s snatch, trying to multi-task as best as he was able. The appreciative moans and soft cries of the girls let him know his efforts were not in vain.
Pinkie’s grip began to slip before too long and she groaned in disappointment as she slowly slid away from Flash’s moderately talented tongue. “Dashie, I don’t wanna fall on you, but…”
“Hang on.” Dash waited until Flash was hilted before shoving herself backward. Her smirk at the surprised young man’s cry became a sharp cry of joy when his back hit the opposite wall and he reached an inch deeper inside her. She looked back and winked. “Wanna see something cool?”
Flash, who didn’t think he could see anything much cooler than he’d already seen in the past five minutes, only nodded.
Pinkie Pie nimbly pushed back and landed as gracefully as a ballerina in front of Dash. “What’d you have in mind, Dashie?”
Dash cocked an eyebrow. “Cheerleader practice.”
Catching on at once, Pinkie matched her friend’s look. “Two, four, six, eight… I think Dashie wants a taste. ”
“That doesn’t really rhyme…” Flash muttered. His jaw dropped as Pinkie somehow managed to flip herself into a perfect handstand despite their cramped environment, her legs perfectly spread. “Holy shit .” He tried to start thrusting again, but this new position had his back flush against the wall. “Uh, Dash. I can’t really move like this.”
Dash looked back and winked. “Just sit back and enjoy, because I’m about to pull off a little trick of my own.
“…what?”
“I’m gonna fuck the both of you.” Dash growled as she dove in to Pinkie’s box with gusto. At the same time, she rocked her body forward until Flash’s cock was halfway out, then pushed back the same way. Flash’s groan and his hands on her hips once again thrilled her, and she set out to do exactly what she’d said she’d do. With her mouth full of Pinkie’s familiar flavor, her pussy filled by Flash’s not-too-shabby dick, and her ears ringing with the pleasured sounds of her partners, Rainbow Dash proceeded to become the first girl in Canterlot High history to fuck two partners simultaneously.
Let’s see Fluttershy beat that .
“Dashie… oh, Dashie I’m close, I’m so close, don’t stop, don’t stop…” Pinkie panted from underneath her.
Dash smiled into Pinkie’s slit. The party planner always tended to pop faster when the blood was rushing to her head. She increased the speed of her tongue-fucking, aiming for all the spots she knew Pinkie liked to be touched. The benefits of being long-time friends with benefits. Her own orgasm was on the way, her thrusts back against Flash becoming frenzied and uncoordinated. She cried out into Pinkie and closed her mouth over the other girl’s clit, sucking hard. Pinkie came as she usually did, her already high pitched whines becoming that much more piercing. The familiar noise and taste of girl-cum on her tongue pushed Dash over the edge and she tensed as the welcome rush flooded her. She slowed her movements and looked back at her male consort. “You close?”
“Yeah.” He grunted, trying fruitless to regain control and continue towards his own finish. He tried to protest as Dash’s warm wetness left him cold, but he bit his tongue when a pair of beautiful faces materialized at eye level with his dick and went to work. He groaned and rubbed the girl’s heads as they kissed and licked along his length, working their way from the base all the way to his tip. It felt like a school of fish working on his cock. His head tilted back and his eyes closed. Just a little more…
The sensations stopped at once.
Flash looked down and found the two girls passionately making out away from his dick, totally focused on each other. They embraced, their tongues swirling as they moaned and breathed as one.
Dash broke the kiss and stared at Pinkie, panting slightly. “Do… do you wanna get breakfast later?”
Pinkie licked her lips, relishing the mixed taste of her own essence and Dash’s from Flash’s dick. “J…just us?”
“Just us.” Dash nodded. “And maybe a movie this weekend?”
“Oh Dashie!” Pinkie’s lips smashed into Dash’s again as the two resumed their passionate kissing.
Flash pursed his lips, trying not to feel happy about what he was witnessing. He was just so damn close … He reached down, intent on finishing the job himself.
Pinkie’s hand lashed out like a snake and grasped his erection firmly, her lips never leaving Rainbow Dash’s. She slowly pulled away and grinned. “Ah ah ah. You aren’t done yet.”
Flash groaned as the pink girl slowly stroked him. He tried in vain to increase the pace. “As fun as this is, we really need to wrap it up. It’s almost time for the encore.”
Pinkie giggled as she stood and turned in one smooth motion, bending over so that she was in the same position Dash had been in. “If you think you’re getting back on that stage without giving me a proper pounding, you’ve got another thing coming. Besides your dick, I mean.” She laughed. “Coming? Get it? Because… ah!” She gasped as Flash sank into her. “There’s just one thing.”
“What’s that?” Flash repositioned himself and made ready to begin.
“Make sure you ask my new girlfriend’s permission before you cum inside me.”
Flash looked at a reclining Rainbow Dash as she smirked and kissed one cheek of Pinkie’s prominent ass. “No worries there.” She winked at Flash. “I know how much my girl likes her cream pies .”
Giving one final thought to how nothing in his life would likely ever reach the absolute nirvana of this very moment, Flash Sentry went back to work. To be fair, this wasn’t the first time he’d fucked someone else’s girlfriend.
But it was the first time he’d had permission to do so.
Author's Note
“Thank you! Thank you!” Flash and his band took another bow as the rapturous applause filled the gym. The time was nearing midnight, and the group had just played their final number. Already a number of students, exhausted from dancing, had left for the evening, but the majority of the soon-to-graduate class still remained. Flash scanned the room and found the girls he was looking for, gathering in the back and clearly getting ready to depart. “Now, I’ve been getting song requests all night. I think I’m owed a request of my own.” He pointed at the group and a stagehand obediently shined a spotlight in their direction. “Girls?”
Sunset Shimmer, Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash, Applejack, Rarity, and Pinkie Pie all looked towards the stage in surprise.
Flash smiled and bowed. “Before tonight ends, I’d like to request one last performance of the Rainbooms.”
The audience roared at the idea, and the girls happily made their way to the stage. They waved and laughed as Flash’s crew helped them don the instruments and together they faced the crowd.
It hit them at once that this might very well be the last time they’d be standing here. Tonight, there weren’t any evil villains to do battle with, no other bands to compete against… It was just them , standing before a crowd of their peers who were now cheering and chanting “RAINBOOMS! RAINBOOMS!” in unison.
Sunset Shimmer looked back at her dearest friends, happy to see she wasn’t the only one getting misty-eyed. “One for the road?”
Applejack focused on tuning her bass so no one could see her tears. “What’s the song?”
Sunset thought about it, weighing her options. She spied the evening’s chaperones in the back and smiled. “Principal Celestia?”
The tall woman waved, her white faced tinged red for some strange reason.
“I apologize in advance. I know we’ve tried to keep things clean tonight…” She cut her eyes back at a giggling Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie. “Mostly clean, anyway. But we’ve got a song we’ve only ever performed for ourselves, and we’d like to play it now for all of you.” She gripped the mic and smiled in embarrassment. “Hope you don’t mind the language.”
“What is she going to do? Expel you?” Vice-Principal Luna shouted across the gym. “Go for it!”
Celestia only nodded as she took another huge drink of clearly-spiked punch.
Sunset grinned and looked back at the girls. “Alright, let’s do this.”
Rainbow Dash winked and began plucking at the strings. The first few notes were so familiar to the group that the nostalgia nearly made them collapse sobbing right then and there. How many times had they practiced with this song? How many times had they sung it while hanging out?
How many more times would they have the chance to?
Sunset quickly wiped her eyes and again faced the crowd.
“We could just go home right now,
Or maybe we could stick around,
For just one more drink, oh yeah.
Get another bottle out.
Let’s shoot the shit,
Sit back down,
For just one more drink, oh yeah…”
The crowd quieted and began to sway to the melody. The other girls came in with their instruments in perfect time, a testament to how many times they’d played this song together.
“Here's to us.
Here's to love.
All the times
That we fucked up.
Here's to you.
Fill the glass.
Cause the last few days
Have kicked my ass!
So let’s give ‘em hell.
Wish everybody well.
Here's to us.
Here's to us.”
The Rainbooms played and the audience swayed. Lyra and Bon Bon held each other close, slowly dancing to the song. Maud and Trixie simply stood and embraced one another.
“Here's to all that we kissed,
And to all that we missed.
To the biggest mistakes,
That we just wouldn’t trade.
To us breaking up,
Without us breaking down.
To whatever's come our way…”
Sunset Shimmer grabbed the mic in both hands as the music reached its peak. She was openly crying now, a slave to the emotions swirling inside her.
“Here's to us!
Here's to love!
All the times
That we messed up!
Here's to you!
Fill the glass!
Cause the last few years
Have kicked my ass!
If they give you hell…”
An old villainous smirk crossed the orange girl’s face as she pointed a finger into the crowd.
“Tell ‘em to go fuck themselves!”
The audience of young adults exploded in cheers and laughter as the girls swung into the final part of the song. Sunset turned back and smiled at her openly weeping friends. The last lines were directed at them and them alone.
“Here's to us.
Yeah, here's to us.”
The song ended and the crowd roared in approval, but the six girls on stage paid them no mind. They dropped their instruments and came together in an enormous group hug.
Luna clapped politely before looking over at her sloshed sister. “Well, would you consider this year’s prom to be a success? Think there’ll be some stories to tell?
Celestia, who had been clapping and whooping along with the crowd, quickly regained her composure as best as she was able and cleared her throat. “Oh, I don’t doubt it. I must say, I am a touch disappointed.”
“Why?”
Celestia looked up at the ceiling. “Because the building’s still standing.”
The sisters laughed and held each other as the noise died down and the teens began to depart. Prom was over, and now it was time to prepare for graduation. In just a few days, a new chapter in their life would begin. The party had been a nice distraction, but now there were other things to deal with. They filed out slowly, some alone and some in pairs. Within an hour, the gym was practically empty.
But up on the stage, six extraordinary young women with a bond that few could ever understand remained, holding each other close and wishing desperately that the night never had to end.
Author's Note
Epilogue: Dear Princess Twilight...
So that’s the way it ended.
Well, the prom I mean. But not our story. Or our friendships.
I really am sorry it took me so long to write to you again. After we had to seal the portal between the worlds, I kind of lost the journal. It was Fluttershy who found it while we were going through some of our old things. Would you believe I’d accidently covered it with a Sugar Cane dust jacket? I have literally no memory of that. Man, college was weird.
Of course, there was one other event after we graduated and started getting ready for college; that last sleepover at Pinkie’s. That night was CRAZY. It was the usual crowd, of course, plus Maud and Trixie. Would you believe that Lyra and Bon Bon showed up? I was shocked, too, but they fit in just fine.
I’m not gonna lie, we might have ventured into the questionably legal side of things and made a vow to never reveal what went down that night. Or who went down on whom. Sorry, but I can’t break that promise. Not even for you.
You’ll just have to use your imagination.
Well, I suppose you wanna know how my versions of the girls are doing. Let’s see…
AJ and Rarity didn’t waste much time after they made things official. They got engaged that very next Christmas when Rarity came home to visit from school. They just celebrated their seventh anniversary last week. They live on the farm, naturally, but AJ built Rarity her own design studio on the property that she can work in. Her fashion is apparently all the rage in Paris this season.
Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash went to Canterlot U together. I wish I could say it was a ‘Happily Ever After’ kind of thing, but it really wasn’t. They had fun together and loved each other very much, but their opinions on monogamy tended to butt heads. As Pinkie Pie explained it to me, she had no problem with inviting others into their bed. She did have a problem when Dash did it alone when Pinkie was out of town. They broke up a few months later, then got back together, then broke up again. Ultimately they decided to call it quits entirely before their relationship poisoned their friendship. Pinkie Pie eventually met a really nice guy at Maud and Trixie’s wedding. They’ve been married a few years now, already got three kids. She’s happy.
And Dash? She dropped out of school and formed a new band with Flash Sentry. She’s got one of the hottest acts in the world right now. Turns out she and Flash have the same standards when it comes to groupies, so those two hedonists are living it up on their world tour. They even have a son. Can you believe it?
As for me and Fluttershy, well… We went to different schools and I’ve gotta tell you that the long-distance relationship thing sucks. Like, really sucks. We decided that while we loved each other, we needed a break until after school. If things were still there when we graduated, we’d see how it went then.
We just got married last month.
I’m writing this on the porch of our new ranch-house. We bought an old horse farm and we’re converting it into an animal sanctuary. I’m so happy, Twilight. We’re so very, very happy.
We just got our invitations to the ten year reunion at Canterlot High. After thinking about, I don’t think we’re gonna go. It’d be nice to see the old schoolmates, but when things ended as perfectly as they did at prom? Maybe it’s better to leave the past in the past.
Some things get sweeter the older they become.
Alright, I’d better wrap this up. AJ and Rarity are coming over for dinner tonight. I can hear my wife calling from the kitchen. Ha. My wife.
It really is crazy how things can turn out. And all this because one night you and I lost ourselves in the heat of the moment.
Thanks for that.
Write you later,
Sunset Shimmer
…
PS,
How’s your brother these days? You should ask him if he remembers a student from Celestia's school who rocked his world one summer.
Bye!
Author's Note
November 12, 2014 - November 20, 2019
"Everything could change like that, And all these years go by so fast, But nothing lasts forever."
