More Than Friendship

It had been the day after their first date that Sugarcoat had called Trixie and asked her to dinner the following night. As she was trying to ask, she had stammered over her words and sounded very unlike the calm, rational girl she usually was. Trixie put that down to nerves and took it as a sign she really wanted her to say yes. She did.

The next night, Trixie was waiting outside one of the fanciest restaurants in town in the classiest outfit she had, an icy blue number with a high neckline, matching icy blue headband, three inch blue heels with a dark blue clutch bag. She was very nervous about tonight, not just because it was a date with a girl she liked, but because she was afraid they wouldn’t let her into such a fancy place. She was little more than an urchin to this place and the way the man on the door kept eyeing her suggested he seemed to think she was trying to steal something. She now knew how clutch bags got their name, she was clutching hers to her chest as a shield against a world of wealth she knew nothing about.

She waited as the scheduled meeting time arrived and passed. With every additional minute she grew more nervous and couldn’t get the idea that she’d been stood up out of her head. As minute ten ticked by , she was leaning against a lamppost feeling despondent and staring at a crack in the pavement. She wondered if Sugarcoat had realised she could do better than her, from her perspective she was dating a ‘lesser intellect’, a poor, unsophisticated street rat.

She was woken from her self-deprecating thoughts by the click-click-click of someone in heels approaching her. She looked up from the crack to see Sugarcoat looking resplendent in a short black dress with a fairly low neckline accented with white strappy heels and handbag.

“Hey,” croaked Trixie before coughing and trying again. “Hey.”

“I’m sorry I’m late, I had asked my driver to drop me round the corner so he wouldn’t be able to report to my parents who I’m meeting.”

As Sugarcoat finished Trixie leaned in to kiss her on the lips but lost her courage half way in and diverted to peck her on the cheek. “No worries, I knew you’d turn up,” she said calmly, though her uneasy laugh afterwards betrayed her nerves.

“I’ve reserved us a table overlooking the courtyard.” With that, Sugarcoat turned and headed for the door

Courtyard? thought Trixie as she followed her. What kind of place is this?

Trixie watched with astonishment as the suspicions man on the door gave a little bow to Sugarcoat, he then glared at her as she followed her date inside with an especially smug grin just for him. As she entered, she wondered what kind a head injury she’d had. She’d never seen a place decorated with such lavish, and no doubt expensive, décor. There were no way the paintings on all the walls would be by some local artist.

The maître d’ showed them to their table which did indeed overlook a courtyard filled with beautifully manicured flowerbeds and immaculate topiary. Trixie was getting a little afraid now that she didn’t belong here as two waiters appeared and pulled the chairs out for her and Sugarcoat. One then presented them with the non-alcoholic drinks menu and said he would give them a few minutes.

As Sugarcoat browsed the menu, Trixie stared at the first page of hers in fear. She’d never heard of some of things on it and she was worried she was going to embarrass not just herself, but Sugarcoat as well. This, combined with how nervous she already was, was just causing her to panic and she could already feel herself sweating due the embarrassment she knew she was going to be. If she had calmed down and read the descriptions she would have figured out which she would like but logic had been forced to take a break.

Sugarcoat looked up from her menu to see Trixie biting her lip and her eyes darting between the menu, the waiters and the other diners. She would be the first to admit she wasn’t very good at ready people’s emotions but she couldn’t mistake this level of fear. “What’s wrong?”

“Wha-at, nooo,” laughed Trixie, somewhat madly, as she continued trying to work out which person was going to out her as a poor person and have her thrown out. As her darting eyes met Sugarcoat’s, she realised that wasn’t an answer. “I’m fine.”

“You’re clearly not. Please tell me what’s caused this,” asked Sugarcoat, worried she had done something to offend.

Trixie was taken aback the emotion in her date’s voice. Sugarcoat, even with the embarrassment at the beginning of their first date, never wavered much from her usual tone but now there was a vulnerability in her voice. Trixie realised her date felt she had done something to upset her. This shaft of concern struck through the panic and brought her to her senses. “You’ve not done anything wrong,” she said to reassure her date, “It’s just, I don’t belong here.”

“You are my date, you belong here.”

“I don’t really,” insisted Trixie. “The paintings on that wall alone could probably buy my house.”

“Their combined worth would equate to a low value property,” admitted Sugarcoat, “Have I been inappropriate in flaunting my wealth?”

“Showing off’s normal, but this is a little intimidating.” Seeing Sugarcoat’s expression of disappointment in herself, Trixie knew she needed to lighten the mood, “Do you get thrown out if you use the wrong fork?”

“You do not. Nor would you be for not holding out your pinkie while drinking.”

“So what would you recommend?” asked Trixie with a smile, her nerves now taking a back seat to her normal thoughts.

Sugarcoat walked her calmer date through the drinks menu and then the main menu with Trixie pointing out that a starter here would be more than she’d expect to pay for a three course meal at the kind of restaurants she would eat at. The food was alright as far as Trixie was concerned but she would have been very happy with a bacon cheeseburger at a fifth of the price. It would certainly have been more filling, these posh places didn’t believe in big portions. As she pointed this out, she promised to take Sugarcoat to a ‘proper’ restaurant next time.

As the waiter left having taken their sweet order, the two girl’s attention was drawn to a laugh and they were surprised to see Vice-Principal Luna and Dean Cadence approaching them. They had never really seen their teachers outside of school and it was additionally odd to see them dressed up. Cadence was wearing a beautiful dark pink dress with gold highlights but it was Luna who drew both their eyes. She was wearing a dangerously short, form fitting black dress with a crescent moon shaped cleavage window and giant black heels.

“Hey girls, how are you?” asked Cadence, trying very hard to sound sober.

“We’re very well, Dean Cadence,” answered Sugarcoat as Trixie just looked on in shock.

“So, so, so…” Began Luna as she leaned on the table. “What’ve you been doing since school?”

Both Trixie and Sugarcoat were struggling not to look at her cleavage that was now very prominent in their line of sight, Luna was very curvy and there was a lot to see. It also crossed Trixie’s mind that the couple seated behind her teacher might now have a good chance of seeing what she had on underneath. Before either of them could answer her question Principal Celestia appeared. She was dressed up as well in a pure white dress with gold trim at the sensible neckline and hem.

“Luna, stand up,” she hissed as her sister grabbed Cadence to pull herself up. “Good evening girls, I’m sorry for this intrusion.”

“There is nothing to apologise for Principal Celestia,” assured Sugarcoat as Trixie still just stared.

“There might be soon,” said Celestia under her breath but just loud enough to be heard.

“So what’ve you been –“ began Luna again before being interrupted by Cadence shaking her arm.

“Oh-oh-oh, we should go, we should reeeeeally go.”

“Yes we should,” agreed Celestia. “Enjoy your evening girls.”

She headed off, clearly in the hope the other two would follow her. Cadence gave Luna a push to start her walking before turning back to the table.

“I am sooo sorry for interrupting,” she whispered before backing away from the table, “Sorry, sorry, sorry.”

“I believe Dean Cadence and Vice-Principal Luna are drunk,” commented Sugarcoat turning back to her date.

“Thanks Captain Obvious,” said Trixie as she continued watching the three teachers over Sugarcoat’s shoulder. She then realised that could be taken as rude and was surprised that Sugarcoat was laughing. “I guess now we know only sober Luna speaks like she’s from ‘Ye Olden Days’. Just turn round subtly and watch Luna and Cadence,” asked Trixie.

Sugarcoat, never a master of subtly, simply turned in her seat and looked at what seemed to be Cadence and Luna struggling to keep their hands of each other as Celestia tried to usher them out. Luna then seemed to whisper something into Cadences’ ear that made her giggle as Celestia managed to herd them to the door. Before they exited, Luna and Cadence both turned and theatrically blew a kiss to their students. Celestia glanced over at them and shook her head as if acknowledging that this was embarrassing.

“Well that was interesting,” commented Trixie.

“Indeed. Did Dean Cadence and Vice-Principal Luna seem excessively friendly to you?”

“That did look like two women who are going to be screwing in the taxi.”

Sugarcoat just stared at her.

“Go Trixiiiiiie!” There was no mistaking Luna’s voice from outside.

“She seems to be encouraging us to screw as well,” noted Sugarcoat, trying to be a little flirty.

“One more date and I’ll screw you like nobody’s business.” There was a very awkward pause as both girls turned red. “That sounded better in my head,” admitted Trixie sheepishly before trying to regain her dignity, “Do you think that was a date?”

“I doubt Vice-Principal Luna would invite her sister to a date.”

“That’s true. But they could still be dating and were just out for dinner with Celestia.”

“Dean Cadence would not engage in such behaviour.”

“What? You doubt she’d date a girl? You’re doing that right now.”

Sugarcoat didn’t have a response and simply looked down at the table in shame. That was her old way of thinking coming through.

“Hey, don’t worry,” said Trixie softly as she reached across to take Sugarcoat’s hands, “We’re both trying to be better people and we’re going to slip up. Besides, it takes a lot to offend The Great and Powerful Trixie.”

The two girls, hand in hand and each adorned with a shy smile, gazed across the table into each other’s eyes. This romantic moment was then ruined by the waiter arriving with their sweets.

They’d stayed for an hour after they had finished their meal just talking. They were beginning to feel at ease in each other’s company and both were hoping the night would end the same way as their first date.

When they left the restaurant it was such a beautiful evening Trixie asked if Sugarcoat fancied a walk. They’d just wandered aimlessly around the area, hand in hand, but barley talking, just comfortable being with each other.

“When are you being picked up?” asked Trixie, breaking the silence.

“Half an hour ago.”

“Will you get in trouble?”

“I will.” Sugarcoat sounded entirely unconcerned of her impending punishment.

“You’re getting in trouble to be with me?” asked Trixie turning to face her date.

“I am and I’m glad of it. This was an excellent idea and I’m glad I didn’t miss it.”

The two were face to face as Sugarcoat placed her hands on Trixie’s hips and pulled her in close. They kissed in the golden light of twilight, lost to the world.

True to her word, Trixie invited Sugarcoat out for lunch a couple of days later and took her for what she considered a good meal. She’d had the bacon cheeseburger with fries she’d been pining for and insisted Sugarcoat get something she needed to use her hands to eat so she gets the real ‘common person’ dining experience. She opted for a chicken wrap with salad which wasn’t as ‘common’ as Trixie hoped for but near enough.

Sugarcoat had expected to be disgusted with such a cheap meal but found it to be perfectly edible, not up to her usual standard but it did make her wonder why all her normal meals cost so much. They moved onto the arcade afterwards and Sugarcoat was introduced to such classics as air hockey and pinball. There was almost no trace of the nerves that had been present on their first two dates and Trixie insisted they had evaporated in their last kiss. Sugarcoat was happy to go along with that reasoning.

After an hour at the arcade, and an unsuccessful attempt to introduce popcorn to Sugarcoat, it tastes like buttery cardboard, Trixie asked if she would like to come to her house and see her magic equipment. Sugarcoat gleefully accepted and, as they walked, both remembered that this was their third date and they were going to be near a bed. The nerves started creeping back in at that point.

Trixie’s parents were both at work so they had free reign of the house, allowing Trixie to do a demo of some her tricks. Afterwards, Sugarcoat gave her opinion on how each was done and got a couple of them right. Trixie decided her date was worth breaking the number one magicians rule for and showed her how to do a couple more.

She then took Sugarcoat to her bedroom to show off her new stage outfit. She’d asked Rarity if she could make her something cheap as she couldn’t afford anything fancy and had been astonished by Rarity’s generosity. She’d been presented with a stunning outfit of a short skirt, tailcoat and shirt using high quality, and expensive, materials and Rarity had insisted it was a gift. Sugarcoat was very interested in the shirt as Rarity had added some extra distraction to it.

“Yeah, it’s a sort of corset-shirt combo,” explained Trixie. “She thought boosting my cleavage would help with the distraction aspect of magic.”

“Does it?”

“Wanna see?” asked Trixie with a grin.

“I would.”

Trixie turned her back on Sugarcoat and took of her jacket and T-shirt, leaving herself in just her bra, causing Sugarcoat to turn away with embarrassment. She slipped her arms into the sleeves and pulled it tight to do up the hooks beneath the dummy buttons. After she was securely in, she turned to let Sugarcoat see the full effect.

Sugarcoat could only look on in awe. It looked just like a shirt but was formed and reinforced like a corset to push the wearer up and together and didn’t have any buttons above the chest so there was only a very impressive cleavage. “It does draw the eye,” she commented, unable to look away.

“Yeah it does.” Trixie cupped her highly impressive looking boobs. “I look great. I could be a D in this.”

“Are you unhappy with your current size?” asked Sugarcoat, still unable to move her eyes.

Well, if I could be a D I’d be happy,” admitted Trixie, she’d never told anyone that she felt outclassed by some of the amazing offerings at CSH.

“I feel you are perfectly proportioned already.”

Trixie felt her heart flutter, not from love, but from fear. This was their third date and if ever there was going to be a time to try and seduce her, it would be now when they were talking about her body. She couldn’t. “Hey, while you’re here I should introduce you to some video games or Ogres and Oubliettes but that would take hours to set up and play right so let’s stick with video games.”

“Very well.” Sugarcoat was very happy for the change in direction as she was worried that conversation may have led to a more intimate moment than she was ready for. “What console is that?”

“It’s a Wii U, but I’m saving for a Switch, next month hopefully. I’ll start you on Mario Kart, it’s easy to learn and it’s fun.”

“I could buy you a Switch,” suggested Sugarcoat.

“No!” said Trixie turning to face her and clearly upset at the suggestion.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t intent to offend,” apologised Sugarcoat hurriedly. “May I ask why you are offended?”

“Because, I’ve been saving for ages and I can nearly afford it, I don’t want charity.”

“You want the gratification of accomplishing your goal without assistance. I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright, and feel free to buy me random gifts, just nothing too big and fancy. A little diamond maybe?” She flashed a grin to let Sugarcoat know she was joking about the need for gifts. “Have a seat,” she said as she turned the console on and sat on the edge of her bed.

Sugarcoat sat on the bed as Trixie guided her through the character and kart selections and started them on an easy track with easy CPUs. After a couple of races, Sugarcoat had got to grips with the controls and, while she hadn’t been expecting to, she was enjoying herself. She managed to win one race of the four but correctly recognised Trixie let her. After another few races she asked if there was something else they could play. Seeing her eagerness for more, Trixie moved them onto Hyrule Warriors.

“I don’t know if you’ll like this one as much, it’s a melee fighting, hack and slash game but there is some tactics involved so it’s not all easy,” she explained as it loaded.

“So it’s a war based tactical game?”

“Basically, thought with more attacking than thinking.”

Trixie chose a battle and as the character selection screen came up Sugarcoat was surprised that more than half the characters were female and most were fully clothed. That wasn’t what she had expected from video games. Trixie then chose a character for her.

“Right, we’re both really high level on an easy battle so basically you can’t die but we’ve got weak weapons so it’ll still be a reasonably fair battle.”

“Very well.”

As they played Sugarcoat did her best but, despite using the character that Trixie had said was the most devastating in the game, she needed to be rescued by Trixie who was using the relatively weak dance battler. When they’d finished the battle, with Trixie having double her KO count, she realised how impressive Trixie had been.

“Your multitasking ability is incredible.”

“How’d you mean?”

“You were fighting your own battles while watching my screen for danger, telling me moves to use and tracking the progression across the entire battlefield while giving me history of the characters I was around.“

“That’s just gaming,” said Trixie, thinking being able to do all that was normal.

“No it isn’t. You may not be smart but it is clear you are skilled in many areas.”

There was a pause as Sugarcoat’s comment pummelled away at Trixie’s self-confidant façade. As it broke, her smile vanished and she hung her head. Seeing this, Sugarcoat realised what she had said.

“I didn’t mean it like that. I simply meant that…” she trailed off as there was nothing that could make it sound better.

“It’s true,” said Trixie without any of the enthusiasm and excitement that she had so recently been overflowing with, “I’m not smart, I don’t do well at school. All I can do is play a guitar and do card tricks.” Trixie then looked up at Sugarcoat who felt a pang of well-deserved pain at the sorrow on her face. “Why are you dating me?” she asked in despair, “you could do so much better.”

“I don’t believe I could do better and I have thought the same question regarding you.” Trixie’s despair made room for a little bit of confusion as Sugarcoat continued. “You are the most interesting person I’ve met barring those with real magic. In addition you are highly attractive and you are the first to introduce me to the many activities I have missed during my childhood.”

“You think you’re the one punching above her weight?”

“I believed so until your revelation that you too felt the lesser half of the couple. Perhaps we are of equal standing?”

“Perhaps we are,” agreed Trixie as she smiled again.

“Shall we engage in another battle?” asked Sugarcoat in the hopes it would return some normality.

“I’m game.”

Trixie brightened up considerably as she selected another battle. She still felt upset but she had always been able to put on a performance.

“Have you noticed any familiar names here?” she asked as they reached the character selection screen.

“Yes, your doves and rabbits are named after characters here.”

“Smart girl,” said Trixie trying to make Sugarcoat feel better. She needed to keep the conversation away from what just happened, she should never have let her girlfriend see that part of her.

They played through a notably harder battle with Sugarcoat holding her own a little better this time and managing to narrow the gap in KO count. She was the one to beat the boss and couldn’t explain why it felt as exciting as it did. Seeing Sugarcoat this animated, Trixie decided she had to suggest another activity.

She dropped her controller and, as she took Sugarcoat’s from her, got up and stood in front of her.

“Would you like to try something different?” she asked, running a hand up her side to her enhanced chest.

Sugarcoat nodded nervously. Trixie climbed onto the bed to kneel straddling her girlfriend’ legs as she, feeling incredibly awkward, placed her hands on Trixie’s waist. She could feel her stomach turning and it wasn’t just excitement, she was afraid. What if she did it wrong? What if she hurt her? What if Fluttershy had been messing with her when she gave her advice?

She tried to do as Fluttershy had suggested, hoping the kindest girl in the world wouldn’t lie, and ran her hands around to Sugarcoat’s back as she leaned down and kissed her. Both immediately felt immensely awkward as they tentatively met the other’s tongue and both knew this was nothing like their last kiss.

After a few seconds Sugarcoat leaned back to break it. “I don’t want sex,” she confessed. She watched as Trixie sagged and she was very worried she had just insulted her again until Trixie lifted her head up and she was clearly happy with her admission.

“Whoa, that’s a relief.”

“Indeed. It has only been five days since out first date and I believe that we would be going too quick having sex at this stage.”

“I think you're right. No, you are right, it’s way too soon. We should just let it happen when it’s right.”

“Agreed.” She then slowly began running her hand up from Trixie’s waist, over her chest, which would be intimate enough for now, and up to her neck, “Would you mind if I had another of these?” She pulled Trixie down to her and into a much more natural kiss, devoid of all the awkwardness from a moment ago.