Scout woke up when somebody knocked on his door. He rolled out of his bed, slowly dragged himself towards the entrance and moaned like one of the undead. After a few seconds of fumbling with the key he opened the door and looked at the startled face of Sunset Shimmer.

She quickly regained her composure and gave him a scrutinizing gaze, pointing at his lower half. “You could at least put on something more than underpants when you open the door.”

It took the better part of a minute for Scout’s brain to get a basic understanding of the situation. First he looked down towards his legs and found that he in fact was only wearing shorts. The second enlightenment of the day was that the girl who should be lying in his bed stood in front of his door, looking at him with amusement. “What are you doing out there?” He managed to groan.

Sunset chuckled. “Well, its 11:15 and principle Celestia sent out some of us to gather up all who like to sleep in. The bus is about to leave in an hour, you know?”

Scout shook his head. “Not that. I mean, why are you and AJ not in my bed?” As soon as the question had left his mouth a sudden adrenaline rush flushed all fatigue out of his brain.

“Ahm, Scout? Why should we be IN your bed in the first place?” Sunset asked with a raised eyebrow.

The events of the night rushed back in all their terrifying clarity and Scout gulped. “Sorry. I just … had a strange dream.” He stuttered with a tinge of panic in his voice.

Sunset shrugged and sighed. “Well, anyway. Bus, one hour, dressed and showered.” She wrinkled up her nose. “Especially showered, you smell like you ran a marathon or something.”

With a nod Scout closed the door, tried to ignore the voices in his head, which had a heated debate about the last night being real or not, and walked into the bathroom.

When she returned to her room Sunset found Applejack still walking in circles in an attempt to fight down another panic attack. “That can’t be happenin. What would Granny think o’ me? And if Mac ever finds out he’ll skin the both of us.” The pace of her speech was rapidly approaching a level reserved for Pinkie Pie on a sugar rush. Naturally her voice cracked and stopped working, a normal self-protection mechanism.

Unable to further talk herself into further panicking, Applejack tried a breathing exercise princess Twilight had shown her once. She took deep breaths, pushing air in and out of her lungs and moving her arms accordingly.

Sunset put a hand on her shoulder and smiled at her friend. “Calm down AJ. Everything is fine, I handled him. He thinks it was a dream and is too embarrassed to talk about it. He didn’t mention even a single word to me and I was a part of the whole thing. I don’t think he will talk about it to anyone.”

Applejack took one final breath and looked at Sunset with begging eyes. “Ya’ sure? He can’t trace anythin back like in that one movie with th’ Rubik’s Cube an’ all that?” She whispered in a hoarse voice.

With a smile so soothing it could have been smiled by princess Celestia herself, Sunset took her friend’s hands and nodded. “You can calm down. We cleaned up, changed the sheets, opened the windows to aerate the room and put his shorts back on. For Celestia’s sake, we even locked the door and left over the balcony. I promise you that he will believe it to be nothing but a wet dream.” She winked. “An extremely realistic and particularly wet dream, but a dream nevertheless.”

With her heart rate slowing down and the panic subsiding, Applejack nodded and heaved a heavy sigh. “Ya’ right Sunset. Ah’ mean it was great an’ all, but Ah’ wouldn’t wan’ rumors of that going ‘round school.” Her face took on a pleading expression. “But could ya’ stop using the name of our principle like the name of the lord? It feels strange.”

Sunset hugged Applejack and giggled a bit. “Trust me! I was an evil overlord once. I know how to manipulate people.” She took a step back and winked at her friend. “What could possibly go wrong?”

Scout was just about to enter the shower when he registered something on his cheek. He stepped closer to the mirror and rubbed his eyes to get them to work correctly. There surely was something on his cheek, he just didn’t recognize what. In a desperate attempt to get a clearer view he switched on each and every light in the bathroom. The bright white one over the mirror finally did the trick.

It was faint, almost invisible in poor lighting, but there definitely was something red. He squinted and tried to get his eyes to focus on the stain by sheer force of will. “Is that…?”

Something warm and wet is pressed to his cheek.

His vision is obscured by a curtain of red and gold.

Somebody whispers to his ears.

Deep turquoise eyes ask for acceptance.

He shook his head to chase away the memories. “…Lipstick!”

Author's Note

Okay, thats it folks, my very first clopfic.

I hope you'll forgive me the self insert and wish fulfillment stuff, but sometimes a man has to to do what a man has to do.

Anyway, thanks for reading up to this point and I hope you had fun.

Story Idea: me
Editing: I
Prereading: myself

And a special thanks ot Novabytes who inspired me to comission the original piece that somehow evolved into what oyu just read. If you have time, give her a watch at DeviantArt or Tumblr