/x/x/x/

When Twilight stood back up with Spike, she looked over at the clock. She’d cried with him for twenty seven minutes, give or take a few seconds. That was the worst that Midnight had ever been.

She glanced at the mess, at the spatulas and wooden spoons and whisks littering the kitchen floor. Not a mess she wanted to clean up right now. All she wanted was to sit in the shower for a while, alone with her thoughts. Hopefully alone.

“Are you gonna be okay?” he asked, between licks to her throat.

“...yeah.” she croaked, raw from sobbing, before setting him down on the floor. “No chewing on the utensils.”

“Yeah, yeah...” he muttered, padding off into the living room.

Twilight closed the pizza box and walked it over to the oven, sliding it onto the pizza stone on one of the grilles. She looked down to her feet at the pizza cutter, which was red along the edges, and not just from tomato sauce. She bit her lip before reaching down to the tool, and glanced at her reflection. Her eyes were puffy and bloodshot, her glasses askew, and the scratch on her neck was still dripping slightly. Luckily it wasn’t enough to stain her robe.

Still, after dropping the cutter into the sink, swearing to clean it off later, she pulled out a few paper towels and pressed them under her chin, holding them in place as she slipped out of her robe. She crossed the fabric over one arm and her free hand pressed into the paper before she headed back to the stairs.

Twilight wouldn’t exactly call herself a naturist, but the lifestyle had definitely been a passing curiosity in her younger years. And not just because of seeing naked girls closer to her own age rather than to her mother’s. She would never go to a resort or participate in social nudity, and in fact even dreaded changing in public locker rooms even when alone, but if she was alone and in private, she didn’t mind shedding her clothes, provided the temperature was befitting. She did avoid windows, however; she was no exhibitionist.

‘Not like Sunset...’

“Shut up...” she whispered to her traitorous mind before moving up the steps on her way back to her bedroom. After dipping in and setting the robe down on her mattress, she dug her cell phone out of her purse to see that she had two text messages.

“Rainbow
hey twi we did a cover song today. u prob wouldnt like it but i found a version some guys did with cellos. link lemme know what u think.”

“Sunny<3
Hey Twilight I have a potentially awkward science question about the human body. If I feel like an ice cube is inside my vagina. Is that a bad thing?”

“...Sunset what the fuck...” Twilight whispered to herself, her cheeks coloring as she thought of Sunset’s vagina.

‘I’d stick more than an ice cube up there.’

“No,” she muttered as she slid right on Rainbow’s message. “Hey,” she began. “I’m about to go take a shower but I can listen to it when I come out.” Her thumb hesitated over the ‘send’ key before she continued. “But when I do can I also ask you a potentially weird lesbian related question? Send.”

She went back to her other messages and clicked on Sunset’s text. She analyzed the prior ‘We are done’ message with a critical eye. Maybe she just meant they were done with band practice. She was a psychic but she wasn’t omniscient. With how short and blunt her replies were compared to how she normally typed, it seemed that she was upset, but either she was no longer upset anymore or she was never upset and it was merely cold. That was probably it.

“I’m not sure if it’s bad per se. You are a horse after all. As long as it isn’t burning and there is no discharge it should be fine. Sometimes vaginas are just weird. Send.”

‘Interesting how she felt cold down there right after you flicked the bean. Coincidence?

“Ugh,” she groaned before striding to her desk and pulling open the second drawer down. Her phone buzzed. She pulled out the pill bottle and popped one into her hand and dry swallowing it.

‘I thought you hated feeling like a zombie.’

“Be quiet,” she ordered before putting the bottle away and walking back to her bed, sitting down next to her purse and flipping her phone back open. Rainbow had responded.

‘Cool. And yeah, sure, I’m always down for those ;)’

Twilight rolled her eyes and chuckled before tapping out her reply. “Have you ever accidentally found your crush’s nudes? Send.” And with that she grabbed her clothes and headed to the bathroom just around the corner from her bedroom door.

It was a nice bathroom if a bit small. Basic white tile floor, basic light brown walls, basic toilet, but really nice pearl handled faucet for a sink inlaid into a dark marble counter, and the shower took up the far wall. The showerhead was removable which was... strictly for cleanliness purposes. Yeah. There was no curtain, simply sliding frosted glass doors.

She set her clothes down on the seat before reaching in and turning on the water. First she turned the cold knob to max, then flipped from the lower spout to the upper head, and then she turned the hot water to max. After waiting for a moment she gave the cold water half a turn down before reaching her hand under the stream. Once it got to be lukewarm she set her glasses on the sink counter, removed the ties from her hair, and stepped in under the water.

After a minute of letting it beat down on her skin, she reached over and bumped the cold down slightly more, raising the temperature by a few degrees, and ran her hair under the stream. The warmth spread from her scalp down the back of her neck and through the rest of her body, out to each extremity. She breathed a sigh of relief as she felt her muscles relax, letting the stress of the day melt away. Her brain still worried, of course, as it always did, but her back and shoulders were now about as carefree as Pinkie Pie on her best days.

She reached over to her shampoo bottle, ‘midnight rose’ scented, and squeezed out a fair amount into her palm. She took a step forward and began lathering up her scalp, gently rubbing her nails into the skin underneath the hair. As she did so she turned around and let the water rain down on her chest and stomach before maneuvering her hands to her occiputal region underneath the main bulk of her hair.

Her mind brought her back to her first date with Rainbow Dash a few years ago. It certainly had not ended well, being coated in milkshake from some jerk who had a problem with the two girls being in a relationship. Rainbow had to scrub at her hair for several minutes washing away all the milk, cream, and sugar. In a way she was glad it happened, though, as the experience had brought them closer together as friends, even if their romantic exploits didn’t last.

She rinsed her hair of the soap before grabbing the conditioner and massaging it into the wet strands hanging down to her mid-back.

Twilight smiled as she remembered the good times she’d had with her first girlfriend. The smile faded as her memories came closer to their breakup. It was certainly mutually amicable, but still bittersweet nonetheless. They had decided that it was better to just be platonic. “Les’ be friends” Rainbow had joked. Their friendship was strong, and despite having a set of very different if not polar opposite interests, their bond was worth too much to throw away trying to force each other to love the other in more than a platonic sense.

Twilight stepped back and placed her foot on the raised ledge of the bathtub half of the shower. She rain her hand up and down her shin. There was barely any stubble, so she decided to put off shaving her legs for one more day.

While it was true that Pinkie liked girls, she also liked guys as well, and in fact preferred them. Applejack and Rarity were definitely straight, Fluttershy sought platonic life partners rather than datemates, and Sunset... well, she probably liked horses. Regardless, Rainbow was the only one of her close friends who was strictly homosexual and so could really understand such a core tenet of her personality. That was why it wasn’t really weird or embarrassing to talk to Rainbow about her sexuality, since Rainbow was the same way.

Twilight squeezed out a dollop of hair removal lotion, split it evenly between her hands, and began to apply it to her underarms. Once completed she rinsed her hands of the foul smelling solution and rested her wrists on top of her head, mentally counting down the seconds before the exact amount of time it took to work.

At first, Rainbow was mildly uncomfortable with the prospect of talking about that kind of thing, but soon she realized that it wasn’t really discomfort with the act of discussing their sexuality, but the unfamiliarity of finally having a sapphic friend who understood what it was like to find girls significantly prettier than most ‘normal’ ie straight girls would. Once past that roadblock, however, it became so much easier to just be able to sit around and talk freely about her attractions without constantly glancing up to make sure she didn’t say too much and make her conversational partner feel uncomfortable by the mentioning of the alien emotions.

Twilight didn’t have that specific problem, however. Rainbow had had friends to talk to about things, just not about gay things. Twilight just never had anyone to talk to who wasn’t family or her baker’s dozen of therapists she’d had over the course of her life. Friendship in general was a new thing for her, so luckily the individual problems were nothing compared to the big picture. The anxiety she felt when discussing her sexuality was the exact same as what she felt the first time she was invited to Pinkie’s house for a sleepover, or went shopping at the mall with Rarity, or volunteered with Fluttershy at the animal shelter. After the first few times she did those things, she just shrugged off the panic, and for a time everything was going swimmingly.

The correct amount of time had passed, and so Twilight stepped back under the water, washing away the lotion and the tiny bits of underarm hair that had started to poke through her skin, leaving it smooth as silk. She then followed up by washing the conditioner out of her hair and combing through the long strands with her fingers, briefly losing herself in the stim.

She wouldn’t say that Rainbow was the only friend she shared a common bond with. But she was the only one she shared two distinctly separate ones with. Though they had different “tiers” as one might say, they were both still very much autistic. Perhaps that was part of why they were so easily able to talk to each other about abstract concepts like lesbianism? She didn’t think too much about theories like that, though. It was simply a different methodology of processing information. But regardless, she wouldn’t say that Rainbow was either her best or her closest friend, but she certainly wasn’t at the bottom of either list. Not by a long shot.

Twilight grabbed her washcloth and squeezed her shower gel into it, lavender lemon scented, then took a bit of brown sugar infused body scrub and mixed it in. She turned around and stepped forward out of the water for a moment before she began applying the mixture to her skin. She began rubbing on her upper stomach as an anchor point before going in other directions. Between and under her breasts, down both arms, down both legs, then turning around and getting her back. The soles of her feet came next, then her underarms, and then lastly her pubic region. Once she was satisfied that every square inch of her body was clean, she hung the washcloth over the bar and removed the showerhead, rinsing everything.

And no, she didn’t pay any ‘special attention’ to any specific parts. This time.

Once finished, she turned the cold water down slightly more than it already had been, and elected to stand in the now-steaming water for a few minutes.

If she devoted any amount of time and thought into it, Twilight would probably end up saying that her closest friend was Sunset, and that her best friend was Rarity. Sure, Fluttershy was an absolute joy to be around, Applejack was probably the most dependable person in the world, Pinkie was pretty much the glue that held the seven together, and Rainbow was her easiest, most effortless, and probably strongest friendship, but Sunset was the only one who could understand the dark magic that possessed her and what it was like being an outcast shunned by all, and Rarity was just... the best.

She could sit and talk to Rarity for hours if they had the time. She could confide in Rarity all of the things that nobody else in the group would hear, whether because it was sappy or too personal or just beyond the scope of understanding of. She could be as physically affectionate with Rarity as she wanted to, and it would never make her uncomfortable or falsely come off as anything other than pure and chaste. She could ask a hundred questions about fashion and social etiquette and all the things that couldn’t be learned in books and never once be called or even feel annoying. In fact, all the soap she had used in the past few minutes, all the makeup she was now comfortable with wearing, and pretty much every single article of clothing she owned and would leave her home in was selected by and bought with Rarity.

Rarity was the only girl, the only person outside of her family, that Twilight was perfectly comfortable with saying she loved with all her heart.

Only occasionally would she feel a little bit upset that Rarity was heterosexual, but that would always pass quickly since there was no sense getting upset that somebody’s preferences didn’t include someone of her gender. Creator knew that she had more than enough experience being on the receiving end of those feelings, and she didn’t want to put anyone else through that. And besides, considering her past with Rainbow, it was probably best that there were no mutual romantic feelings present after all. One day Twilight would find someone who felt the same way about her that she did about them.

A pang of sadness hit her as she thought this. Though the medication had kicked in and blocked the unwanted voice at the back of her head, she had grown so accustomed to it that she knew it would have reminded her of her huge crush on Sunset. She gently lowered herself to the shower floor, putting her knees in her chest and letting the water beat down on her back. It was unavoidable to have ended up getting emotional, as it always happens. Eventually her mind always dragged her thoughts back to the forever-unattainable Sunset Shimmer. Except now she had the added guilt of having done... what she did.

“That’s right, my dear,” Midnight said, perched on the toilet back and to Twilight’s right. “You did something bad, and this is your punishment. It’s a good thing you cleaned yourself up before realizing that. We wouldn’t want to go back to skipping showers, now would we?” She cackled from her roost as Twilight hid her head between her legs, waiting for her to leave.

“Oh, don’t be so morose. Are you still upset about earlier? Fine, I’ll set out some concealer so you don’t get questioned when you go into school tomorrow.” Through the frosted glass, if Twilight were looking up she would see the faint outline of Midnight pulling open a drawer, rifling through one of the makeup bags, and setting a bottle of lavender makeup on the counter.

“There you go, Princess Pouty-pants. Don’t say I never did anything for you. You’re welcome, by the way, not that you would be courteous enough to thank me for going out of my way to help spare you some shame and humiliation. But then again, you are being uncharacteristically nice by not whining and griping about how it was all my fault that I made you cut your throat in the first place, because you’re the one who upset me first by saying I don’t have any power. So I suppose I’ll take your silence as thanks enough. Do finish up soon, though, I surmise you only have seven more minutes of hot water left. Ta ta!”

And with that, Midnight opened the bathroom door, left, and closed it behind her. The hot, stinging tears running down Twilight’s face made the shower’s water feel ice cold in comparison. She turned her eyes up to look at her wrists. The crossed cuts taunted her. She could vividly remember each individual one, the days when she made them, the way she lost her sense of self control more and more easily each and every time. It was now to the point that her left hand had grabbed the razor without her even noticing.

“Please don’t...” she whispered as her hands undid the cage holding the blades in place. It was a cheap and shoddy design, a product that had been taken off of the store shelves on account of it was far too easy to fall apart, so one she had had to order off of the internet from across the ocean. It’s not accurate to say that she was controlling her own body at the time. The razor came apart in her hands, and the strips of metal glinted at her.

“Stop...” Her free hand reached over and grabbed one of the blades by her fingertips, tilting it back and forth. This one was brand new out of the box. “Don’t do this today, please just let me go...” To no avail, her hands continued to move of their own accord. It was like inside of her brain, she was frantically pressing all of the buttons on the control panel, but nothing was going through and it just kept going; like watching a horror movie and trying to press pause because it’s right at the worst part but the remote’s batteries chose that exact moment to pop out.

Helplessly, Twilight sat and watched as she placed one edge of the blade on the skin of her wrist. She’d made the same cut on the other side just a few days ago, so she knew exactly where to go and what to do and how it would feel and how much blood would come out and how long it would trickle down for. Her hand applied pressure, digging the blade under the skin, until it broke the elasticity and penetrated.

“FUCK!” she felt herself cry, as the pain shot up her arm. A droplet popped out and slid down, slowly, stopping at her cubital fossa. “Stop it stop it stop it stop it stop it stop it stop it stop it stop it stop it stop it stop it stop it stop it stop it” she continued to mutter as she drug the blade across, widening the cut and releasing more blood. Rivulets of crimson continued to pump out, staining her arm red. It continued to sting.

Her hand took that moment to stop, and she set the blade down next to the rest of them. It rested on her knee and she sat watching herself bleed until the water suddenly turned to ice. She sat for a minute more until her teeth began chattering, and her body began to shake, and she reached back to turn the water off. She continued to sit, shivering, until the blood stopped flowing, and began to dry. It would be easier to clean that way.

After that, she finally regained control of her motor functions.

Twilight stood up, pulling herself up with her good arm, until she was fully stood up. She grabbed her washcloth and stepped over to sit by the faucet. She turned the bath on very slightly, hot water all the way maxed. She ran the washcloth underneath it, wetting it again, and cursed the fact that it was still cold. She then rubbed gently on the stains up until a few inches below the cut itself. The high off of the endorphins was starting, but it was severely muted from how often it happened, and didn’t even feel good anymore. She just felt tired.

Once all the bulky bits were washed out, she ran the cloth under the water until there was no more red in the runoff after she squeezed it. Once satisfied it was completely clean, Twilight hung it back on the bar before stepping out onto the bath mat. She was mostly air dried now, and very cold, but she welcomed it. The general feeling of misery and dull pain was enough to distract her from the concentrated stabbing heat in her arm. Her heartbeat made it begin to throb, and she winced each time.

Twilight stepped over to the sink and put on her glasses. She pulled open one of the drawers for the often-used first aid kit, the nearly empty bottle of hydrogen peroxide, and the last few cotton swabs. She started the micro-scale cleanup, being sure to use as much of the peroxide as she had left to ensure that no infection would happen. She had to clear a day in her schedule to secretly go buy some more everything for the next time that this would happen, because she knew that it wasn’t the last time.

Not by a long shot.

After several minutes of cleaning up, Twilight eventually got as much of the blood as she was going to get off of her wrist. She shook the bottle to get a sense for how much was left. About half a shot’s worth.

“No.”

This time her hands obeyed her, and she screwed the lid back on, setting it carefully back in its home. She tossed the empty box of the swabs in the garbage bin and opened up the first aid kit. She pulled out several bandages and put them over the cut, then wrapped the long gauze pad over, keeping light but not too light pressure on it. She secured the adhesive in place before putting the kit away. With a glance to her clothes she analyzed that it would be hard to put them all back on one-handed, so she merely grabbed them and walked to her room without them on.

Twilight haphazardly tossed the clothing onto her bed before picking up her phone and carefully crawling over to rest her head on the pillows. She flipped it open to see she now had four texts.

“Rainbow
umm i kinda asked for all the nudes ive ever seen XD there was no accident, lmao. why do u ask? whos the lucky lady? 0.o”

“Sunny<3
Well, that’s kind of a relief I guess. I know about STIs and stuff but I mean. Virgin. Haha. And it did pass eventually, so I’m glad for that. It was just a little bit weird. Anyways, we kinda missed you today. How was Rarity’s thing?”

“Rarity<3
I HAVE SIX ORDERS ALREADY!
THANK YOU SO MUCH TWILIGHT!”

“Pinkie
Heyyy Twi Twi just wanted 2 let u know that I made u another cake and wanted 2 no if like. U wanted to have ur two and a half year anniversary party 2morrow instead of today??? Bcuz if u do that would be super duper coolio!”

Despite her earlier activity, Twilight still had a small smile on her face. Even if she had this problem for another year, or several, or even for the rest of her life, she knew she always was welcome with her friends.

Well...

“Until they find out about your perversion...” Midnight whispered from the chair before the computer.

Twilight ignored her as she tapped out replies. “Of course you would have colon P, but what about if you, for example, saw someone you had a crush on naked in the locker room or something. And it’s nobody in particular, I’m just curious is all. Send.”

“Liar.”

“I would hope you don’t have any of those. I’m not sure how they would affect you since your blood type is different. And same, LMAO. But I’m glad you’re not hurting anymore. I missed you all too, and Rainbow told me what happened today. I’m a little sad I missed out, but I had a lot of fun with Rarity. Send.”

“Oh yes, you sure did. And then you came home and had a lot more fun...”

“That’s such exciting news. I’m glad I could be of service. What kinds of orders did you get and how much are you going to make off of it. And you’re very welcome, just let me know if you need any more maintenance work done on any of your blogs. Send.”

“I bet you’d like to do maintenance on one blog in particular.”

“You can stop that at any time, you know. That would be really cool, Pinkie. I would love to do that with you girls. Every party you throw is a fun one. Send. What are you even doing over there?”

“Oh, nothing... just looking at the other pictures of Sunset on here.

Twilight dropped her phone directly onto her face.

“THE WHAT!?” she cried, sitting up and looking over at the computer, seeing nothing but her desktop background and a cruelly simpering Midnight.

“My oh my,” she chuckled. “I didn’t think that would work. You really are a dirty girl after all.

The only response Twilight could muster was a glare, which only made Midnight’s laughter stronger.

“Although I do wonder if there are any others...” Midnight gripped the mouse and clicked on the window, bringing it up to full screen. There was Sunset again; still smiling, still beautiful, and still naked.

Twilight’s eyes widened.

“Oh, don’t look so shocked. I’m a being of pure magical energy, I can do whatever I want.” She began scrolling, and Twilight couldn’t help but step over and watch the screen. She was more fascinated by the fact that Midnight was able to do this. There was a little bit of fear, yes, but the scientific curiosity was currently winning over, and she let it.

There were more of the same types of photographs. A nude woman sunbathing on a beach. One woman kissing another on the inner thigh. A woman in lingerie. A woman’s buttocks on a bed. A nude woman with a lotus flower covering her vagina. A woman’s stomach covered in hickeys. Another woman in lingerie. A familiar-looking buttocks with a familiar-looking tattoo wearing a lacy scarlet thong and matching garter belt.

“...for the record I did not plan this.” Midnight whispered as she turned to face Twilight’s blushing face. “But this is glorious, wouldn’t you agree?”

Well. She wasn’t wrong.

Twilight’s mouth fell open as she felt her stomach turn again. She’d seen Sunset’s butt in a bikini before. But this? Hot. As. Fuck. Twilight bit her lip as she realized her eyes weren’t moving at all, nor did they have any desire to. Subconsciously she began slowly rubbing her thighs together, and her good hand rested gently on her lower stomach.

“I’ll just leave you two alone then... heh...” Midnight stood up and walked over to the bed, putting her hands behind her head and making herself right at home.

Twilight took her place and sat in front of the computer screen.

“Maybe it’s not her...” she muttered, hand crawling lower on her body. Her middle finger was resting on the top of her pubic hair. “Maybe it’s just another girl with a similar mark?”

She snapped her hand to the mouse.

“It might not actually be her, right?” No response. She scrolled back up to the earlier picture of maybe not but probably Sunset, and studied her face. If it wasn’t actually Sunset, maybe it was her twin sister, or clone, or...

Wait, that’s it!

Twilight had no idea why Rarity’s blog lead to this one but she thought she had an idea as to why there were nude photos of her closest friend on it. Because this wasn’t her closest friend at all! Surely this must have been the other Sunset, the one who was in this world first, right? After all, when the other Twilight came through the portal, she herself was already there. Maybe the same thing happened here? Maybe this was just some random stranger who happened to look exactly like someone she knew?

Twilight also noticed a mark on the bottom of the photograph. There was a little picture of a sunset next to a pound key, possibly this ‘hashtag’ phenomenon that Pinkie and Rainbow had talked about many times. She clicked it, and the page turned white before showing the picture again, but this time she could see both the first nude photo and the garter belt photo on the same screen. She was about to scroll down but hesitated.

Even if this was the other Sunset, they still looked exactly alike. Looking at pictures of this Sunset may not have been the exact same as seeing pictures of the Sunset that she knew, but she still knew what the Sunset she knew looked like naked because she now knew what this Sunset looked like naked. To put it in perspective, if the other Twilight had come into this world and had nude photographs taken of herself for whatever reason and had them posted on the internet, her own social life would be doomed because everybody would know what she looked like naked as well, and that prospect was a nightmare and a half.

It was this thought that lead her to move the mouse to the X box at the top right of the screen, but she still hesitated before clicking.

Then again, if this really was the Sunset she knew, she seemed to have been fully aware that the pictures were being taken, even taking the first one herself. Would it really have been a violation of her privacy then if she made these photographs and presumably gave people permission to upload them to the computer? And if it wasn’t the Sunset she knew, and it was the other one, Sunset honestly probably wouldn’t even care that people knew what she looked like naked. She was a horse from a society where clothing was optional. In fact, Twilight vaguely recalled a rumor from when Sunset was still new to this world where she accidentally streaked across campus.

Would she actually care? The problem wasn’t that Twilight didn’t want to see Sunset naked, because she always had. The problem was that she didn’t want Sunset to be disgusted or feel betrayed or embarrassed by any of this. But thinking about it a little more, would Sunset really be any of those things by knowing that Twilight saw nude photographs of her?

Sunset was really open about her body with Twilight just earlier, talking about phantom icy pains in her vagina. Twilight would probably have an anxiety attack if she talked about her own vagina to anybody, except for maybe Rarity, Rainbow, or Sunset herself, but even then under only the most extreme dire circumstances.

Twilight knew that Rarity, Fluttershy, and even Pinkie Pie occasionally shared personal photos with each other seeking body positivity, since they were all... well, not really that sexually into girls. Applejack didn’t participate on account of her very conservative sensibilities and Rainbow didn’t participate because she had confidence enough in her own body but not really any confidence in complimenting her friends’ nude forms without putting her foot so far in her mouth she’d have bite marks on her knees since the only word she was really comfortable using was ‘sexy’.

Twilight would have participated in that kind of thing if she, well, was okay with showing her body to anybody else, and if she wouldn’t have crippling guilt spirals over seeing them nude as well. Judging by her reaction to seeing Sunset earlier, it was probably for the best that she was never asked, and that she herself never asked either.

But since they were okay with it, and Sunset wasn’t into girls (or, at least, human girls; she did once drunkenly admit to having sex with Starlight Glimmer in her pony form one time), who’s to say that she didn’t privately join in their ring? She probably did, and utilizing Occam’s Razor, either she did and was fully ready and willing to consent to having these photographs on the internet for all to see, or she isn’t the one in these photographs in the first place and wouldn’t care.

“You are very good at rationalizing your perversion.”

Twilight grit her teeth, and then realized she was staring at Sunset’s boobs the entire time she was thinking. Not that she blamed herself, they were really nice, probably Cs if she were eyeballing them. Which she was. Electing to ignore Midnight and not let her feel any worse than she was already, she bit the bullet and scrolled.

It was another picture of Sunset, but this time it was multiple photos. The first one was of her in a crop tank top and panties, the second was of her removing them, and the third was of a small teddy bear covering her vagina while her legs were spread. She scrolled again. It was another picture of Sunset, wearing nothing but a bra and underwear, in the midst of either removing or putting on a shirt. She scrolled again. It was another picture of Sunset, this one focused on her collarbones and jawline.

She scrolled again, and her heart stopped. Sunset was on her knees facing the camera, legs spread slightly. She had a hair tie in her mouth, and her hands were putting her beautiful scarlet and cadmium yellow hair into a very messy bun. She was grinning, and her eyes were playful, childlike, innocent, and in stark contrast to her stark nudity.

“...oh my.”

With her arms up, her breasts were more taut and perky than they were in the first photograph. They were also a hell of a lot cuter since her nipples were a lot smaller and pointier. But that’s not where Twilight’s eyes were drawn.

“...fuck...”

Seeing movement on her left, she turned to see Midnight holding out her... phallic vibrating personal pleasure device. Which had been locked away in a shoebox in a safe in her closet underneath several blankets. And unused. And empty of batteries.

“Don’t worry...” Midnight snickered as she turned it on. “I took care of the batteries.”

Twilight hesitantly reached out for the device. It was definitely real, and it was definitely vibrating. She turned to the photograph on the computer screen again, and made a split second decision she would come to later regret. She slowly brought the device down, and began to masturbate for the second time that day.

/x/x/x/

Rarity finished typing out the final sentence on her seventh new order of the night. Her blog had surged in popularity and now she was set on work for the next month and a half. Over four thousand dollars would be finding its way into her pocket for merely spending one and a half hours a day for the next forty two days sewing and stitching.

She pressed enter, leaned back, and sighed.

“Business before pleasure...” she breathed to herself. Glancing over at her bedroom door to ensure that it was locked, she moved her chair back slightly, stood up, and began to remove her clothing. She placed a clean towel on her chair before sitting back down and clicking a few times to a little secret that nobody except for maybe Twilight knew.

She paused for a moment. Twilight was a lesbian after all and surely wouldn’t judge her at all for this, right?

The webpage fully loaded, revealing her pride and joy, the reason why she even made any blog in the first place. Back when she was just thirteen years old and realized that she was actually bisexual, as liking both boys AND girls, she started a secret hidden blog to collect photographs of women that she found attractive. At first it was just pretty girls, celebrities in beautiful dresses (dresses that would inspire her choices in career), girls chastely kissing other girls, and famous people who were just like her. But then as she got older and started becoming actually sexually active, her blog started to become more racy and adult-oriented and truly NSFW.

She had no idea how the website worked behind the scenes, but she knew the basics. She knew how to post things, like things, share things, how to click a button to change the wallpaper to pink and blue with a tiny bit of lavender. And she knew how to make the photographs into a randomized slideshow. A very sexy one at that.

And that was all she needed.

After getting everything set up, she reached into the bottom drawer in her desk for a lockbox with a four digit passcode she would never tell anybody for as long as she was alive. Inside was a set of fake male genitalia and a gag. She put the ball into her mouth and the faux penis on the towel before slowly lowering herself down on it, and she began pleasuring herself to the many photos of pretty, pretty girls.

And nobody was any the wiser.

/x/x/x/

Sunset had just laid down to go to sleep when her vagina felt like it had an ice cube inside of it for the second time in a few hours. She then cursed the heavens, Princess Celestia, and Starswirl the Bearded.

/x/x/x/

Author's Note

I have a bad habit of writing entire chapters of this fic in one sitting at three in the morning. It ends up being different than I wanted it to be. Oh well. Hope you guys enjoy the update. Better Nate than lever.