Bending The Rules

Sunset Shimmer set her shopping bags down and fumbled for her keys. “Hang on a second.”

Twilight Sparkle took a moment to glance around the hallway. “That ‘mall’ place the girls brought us to was really amazing. I’ve never seen so many stores in one building.”

“Hanging out at the mall is kind of a local tradition for teenage girls,” said Sunset. “If we weren’t spending our school break at Applejack’s farm, we’d probably be at the mall every day.”

Twilight shifted the weight of the shopping bags slung over her shoulder. Hauling loads using her fingers still felt odd. “By the way, thanks for paying for all of these. They… weren’t too expensive, were they?”

“It’s not a big deal. It’s not like bits are legal tender here anyway, and Rarity was right; those shoes looked great on you,” replied Sunset, finally turning the key in its lock. “There we go. Hand me your bags; I’ll pack the clothes into my suitcase, and the rest you can pick up when we come back at the end of the week.”

The door opened into the now-familiar apartment. Sunset’s home amounted to little more than a single room with an attached bathroom next to the bed, so densely furnished that there was almost no space to walk around in. But despite—or perhaps because of—the cramped conditions, the place was spotlessly clean.

It was a far cry from the grandeur of Twilight’s enormous castle, but she could appreciate all the effort that Sunset had put into making the place as cozy as possible with her limited resources. The rows of bookshelves, comfy armchairs and yellow lamps, along with a worn wooden desk covered in stacks of papers and notebooks, made Twilight smile wistfully. It reminded her a lot of the Golden Oaks Library she had lost.

In one corner was a satchel with a six-pointed star printed on the front.

Twilight’s smile faded. She recalled the last time she had planned to sleep over at Sunset’s, just a week prior. They had, in fact, got into a serious argument at the time, which was what prompted Twilight to leave so abruptly that she had forgotten to retrieve her saddlebag.

WHNNNG!

The loud creak rang out over the sounds of the fairground, and the Ferris wheel came to an unexpected stop.

Twilight looked out of the window in panic. “What’s going on? Is this supposed to happen?”

“I think that the machinery must have broken down.” Oddly, Sunset didn’t look too surprised. “Don’t worry. I have a feeling that they’ll have it fixed in about…” she glanced at her watch, grinning, “an hour or so.”

Twilight looked at her flatly. “You knew this would happen.”

“Well,” said Sunset, “I might have accidentally dropped fifty bucks while I was giving our tickets to the attendant. And Fido might still owe me a favor or two from back when I was a bad, bad girl.”

The way Sunset said those last three words made Twilight smile and giggle. “Oh, I think you’re still a bad, bad girl, Sunset. Did you do this just so we could be alone?”

Sunset slid her arms around Twilight’s waist and pulled her close. “Yeah, it’s a bit of a human-world cliché. Ferris wheel breaks down, boy and girl get stranded on it and fall in love.”

“We don’t exactly have to fall in love, you know. We’ve already been dating for four months now.” Twilight tapped her chin. “How did you get this ride to break down for exactly an hour, anyway? Actually, how does it work at all without a pony on a treadmill? Do they use some equivalent of a train engine to turn the gears—”

“Twilight…”

“I suppose the principle is probably the same as all those automatic carriages—cars, I mean. But is this one of those that runs on combustible fuels or electrici— WOAH!”

She was interrupted by Sunset’s wet tongue licking her earlobe. “I think you’re thinking too much about the wheel and not enough about us being alone for an hour on such a beautiful night.”

Twilight glanced out the window. The brilliant lights of the lakeside fairground were surrounded by the soft glow of moonlight illuminating the surrounding town and water. The moon itself hung low above the horizon, its reflection shimmering in the lake.

“It is a beautiful night.” She leaned against Sunset and dreamily puckered her lips, but suddenly stopped. “Hey, what about all the other people trapped on the wheel?”

“I wouldn’t worry about them,” said Sunset, smirking. She pointed down at one of the lower carriages, where another couple was similarly taking advantage of the perceived privacy.

Twilight looked over at them, and then very quickly pulled back. “Oh, w-wow…” she stuttered. “I guess they’re way farther along in their relationship than we are.”

Sunset simply smiled and drew Twilight tight against her.

***

It never began with a tender peck or a chaste kiss.

Perhaps it was because they literally lived in two different worlds, and so often had to share their limited time together with the rest of their friends, that made the few occasions where it was just the two of them alone together so much more precious. And urgent. It meant that whenever they had their privacy, Sunset would always quickly pull Twilight right into the depths of her passion, engulfing her in a powerful embrace and drowning her in intense kisses.

Twilight almost immediately found herself cradled in Sunset’s arms, the older girl practically on top of Twilight as the two energetically pressed their lips together. Twilight moaned and squeaked as their tongues entwined, warm and wet and slick between their lips, trying her best to keep up with Sunset’s raw, unbridled hunger for her.

But her mind was quickly lost in a haze saturated with nothing but Sunset Shimmer. All she could think of was the friction of Sunset’s feverishly-hot body enthusiastically grinding against her own, the pressure of her small breasts squashed hard against Sunset’s ample bosom, and the heady, mixed scent of musk and sweat that Twilight had come to love because it was such a certain indicator of Sunset’s arousal.

At first, Sunset’s strong fingers were firmly cupped around the back of Twilight’s head, holding her in place as they slid their tongues together and over each other’s lips. But once Twilight finally went limp and slumped flat against the seat, Sunset swiftly began running her eager hands all over Twilight’s quivering body.

It was as if she desperately wanted to touch and grope Twilight everywhere; her shoulders, her sides, her thighs and her butt… and then eventually, one of Sunset’s hands swept upwards from Twilight’s thigh, along the curve of her hips and waist to come to rest on her right breast.

Sunset began earnestly fondling the soft mound through the fabric, her left hand still firmly seizing Twilight’s rear. Her touch was inept and clumsy and not inherently pleasurable, but Twilight didn’t care. It was Sunset’s desire that was so exciting, the fact that she wanted so badly to have Twilight and touch her in the most intimate way that Twilight would allow.

Twilight didn’t protest when she felt a hand slide under her blouse and unclasp her bra, even though it was a line that she usually only reluctantly permitted Sunset to cross. Perhaps it was the thrill of being in public, the idea that they could be caught, unlikely as it was, that made her so excited as to want… crave the feeling of Sunset’s fingers right on her bare breasts.

Emboldened by the complete lack of resistance, Sunset continued to knead and paw the soft flesh with increasing vigor. Twilight gasped in surprise when she felt her nipple surreptitiously brush against Sunset’s jacket; she had been so preoccupied that she hadn’t noticed that her blouse was now completely unbuttoned and open.

And then Twilight felt Sunset’s other hand slip under the elastic of her panties to stroke her rump.

“Mmmphh!”

She half-heartedly caught Sunset by the wrist to stop her, but her grip faltered when Sunset broke the kiss, sucking hard on Twilight’s lower lip before drawing a line of saliva with her tongue right down across her neck, collarbone and breast…

…and ended by planting her lips directly on Twilight’s exposed nipple.

The new sensation swept away all objection – Twilight’s entire body tensed, and she had to bite her lip to avoid moaning in delight as she felt the dampness that had been slowly building between her thighs suddenly become a warm, slick splotch.

W-we’re going too fast…

Yet she could only tremble weakly, her mind completely focused on the feeling of Sunset’s lips and tongue teasing her nipple while amorous hands continued to fondle her breast and rear. Twilight squeaked as their legs entwined and they started grinding their groins against each other’s thighs, quickly turning their dry-humping into something that wasn’t very dry at all.

And all she could think of was how good and right it felt.

It was only when the hand strayed from her butt, still under her panties, sliding to her inner thigh, that Twilight was pulled back to reality.

“Suns—”

But her protest was silenced by Sunset’s lips swiftly covering hers. The cold wetness that remained on her nipple made Twilight shiver slightly, gradually disrupting her fugue as Sunset’s fingers continued their caresses, so tantalizingly close to Twilight’s girlhood, edging closer and closer with every second.

“Stobp…”

And then Sunset’s fingers arrived at the very lips of Twilight’s sex, culminating in a single, long, deliberate stroke against her entrance and brushing just briefly against the tiny nub at the top.

“STOP!”

The outburst had killed the moment pretty much instantly.

Twilight sighed sadly as she remembered the ensuing argument. She had of course been furious; early in their relationship, Twilight had made it very clear exactly what the limits of their physical intimacy would be. And it was made worse when Sunset didn’t take kindly at all to being slapped and shouted at. She had attempted to argue, very loudly, that they should have taken their relationship further by then. The date had been utterly ruined and Twilight proceeded to stomp back through the portal as soon as they returned to the ground.

But her anger quickly dissipated the very next morning when she found a very contrite unicorn waiting guiltily right outside her bedroom door.

“Twilight—”

“Sunset… what are you doing here?”

Sunset bowed her head. Her ears drooped. “I came to apologize.”

Twilight scowled. “What for? After all, wasn’t it my fault for holding out on you? For being such a tease?”

“Please, Twilight, I know I was wrong, okay?” Sunset grimaced in shame, dipping her head even lower. “I don’t have any excuses. No means No, just like you said. I did a really stupid thing, and I admit it and I’m really, really sorry.”

Twilight said nothing, her expression unchanged. She continued to wait expectantly, nursing her fury.

“And…” Sunset sighed resignedly. “And I’m sorry for yelling at you and blaming you for being mad at me. Look, Twilight… I know I keep getting carried away. It’s just that… whenever we’re together, I really have trouble controlling myself sometimes. You’re so special, and so amazing, and… I want so much to possess you. To have you.

“But… I know it’s wrong to try to make you give yourself to me. And yesterday… yesterday, I really messed up. I tried to push us way farther than you were comfortable with, and then tried to... tried to…”

Sunset’s voice trailed off into silence, unable to finish the sentence. There were tiny droplets in the corners of her misty eyes, and Twilight could tell she was struggling to avoid breaking into tears.

But it was enough. Part of Twilight really wanted to hold on to her anger and outrage, and that part of her felt that she would have been completely justified in doing so – but seeing Sunset humble herself that way made it so difficult to stop it all from leaking away.

And then there was the other issue…

She remembered how amazed she was when told that Sunset had once hurled a book at Princess Celestia because she suspected that her mentor was keeping knowledge from her. She had expected to resent Sunset’s ingratitude, but all she could think of at the time was how daring Sunset had been to defy the then-sole monarch of Equestria.

She remembered the fascinating treatises on the mirror portal that Sunset had penned in secret – access to which Twilight had to exert her royal privilege to obtain because of how dangerous their insights were for the inexperienced.

And most of all Twilight remembered the day that she truly fell for Sunset Shimmer, when she stood defiant on a hill against three sirens fully blossomed into their ancient, terrible power.

She put a hoof on Sunset’s downcast face, gently touching her cheek.

How can I hate her for trying to break her boundaries when it’s the very reason I love her?