But It's Still a Party!

Sunset Shimmer sighed, tapping a finger against the tabletop as she looked up at the clock over the door leading outside. Frowning, she pulled out her slim cell phone and pressed a finger into the glass, confirming that she hadn't missed a text before she slid it back into her pocket.

“Hey'a Sunny,” said a mostly cheerful voice. “Flash still a no-show?”

Sunset jumped a little at the nickname, but then smiled at the pretty baker hovering beside her booth in the confectionery-slash-coffee-slash-pastry shop she found herself in. Her long pink braid trailed to her thighs, and a company apron covered her simple pale pink blouse and dark blue jeans.

“Hey, Pinkie. Yeah, he still hasn't even texted. I wonder if he's still practicing, or if he just doesn't want to help me pick out a dress for his sister's wedding.” Leaning in, she stage-whispered conspiratorially, “I'm thinking he's still pretty confused on why she asked me to attend.”

Pinkie rolled her eyes.

“Oh, you know, it's definitely not because you saved her life three years ago during that last big evil thing at graduation.”

Sunset rolled her eyes are hard as she could, scoffing as she leaned back and struck a dismissing pose, before they both cracked up and started giggling at each other.

“He's just still kinda awkward around me. I get it,” Sunset said, waving a hand through the air. “I only went super evil bitch mode on him… a few times.”

“At least twice in the cafeteria,” Pinkie said thoughtfully, nodding to herself. “A few times in the hallways between classes… Oh, and-”

“Y-yeah, those times,” Sunset muttered, blushing and ducking her head into her phone to hide her expression. Even with how much she adored all the girls, Pinkie could still get on her nerves like no other could. The only redeeming factor about it was the fact that there was no possible way she could mean it.

Actually taking the time to unlock her phone, she checked her messages and the time again. Nothing. Even as she was starting to put her phone away though, a chime announced a text.

Reading it quickly, she groaned and slapped her phone down. Her forehead followed soon after. “He talked his sister out of inviting me I guess,” she said, sliding her phone to Pinkie, “because she just sent me a message saying the venue got downsized or something.”

Sighing, she raised her head and rubbed gently at the now sore spot as Pinkie looked over the message, narrowing her eyes and opening her mouth.

“It's fine Pinkie,” she cut off, gently taking her phone back and making sure she hadn't broken it before sliding it back into her pocket. “I didn't really want to go, and besides, I just saved money on buying a dress I'd only wear once.”

“But it's still a party! No one likes being uninvited to a party.”

Pinkie glanced up at the clock, then around the mostly empty shop. “Hold on a sec, Sunny.”

Sunset watched Pinkie leave, shaking her head and smiling at one of her best friends. Probably the group's best friend, collectively. There was no one you could count on more to be there when you needed her, needed anyone. And besides, her hips...

“Sunset? Helloooooo?”

Sunset jumped a little, shaking her head and blushing. “Sorry Pinks, got lost in my own mind.”

Pinkie slid into the booth opposite of Sunset, chuckling and nodding. “I still do that, too. You'd think a couple years out of high school would fix that, but…” She shrugged, trailing off.

“No tethering a daydreamer,” Sunset quipped, smiling at her friend for a moment before noticing something. “Won't your boss get mad if you're not wearing your apron?”

“Maybe, but I just got their permission to leave early,” Pinkie said. “I kinda thought that if you got uninvited to a wedding party, I could invite you to a Pinkie Party! At least, a Pinkie sleepover, like we used to do.”

Sunset snorted. “Pinkie, all of the girls came to your house a couple weeks ago for a sleepover.”

“Pfft, they all came over all right,” she said, a little sourly. Holding up her hands, she started counting off, “AJ left early to get enough sleep for her chores, Rarity left early to get started on a dress she'd forgotten about that was due the next day, Twilight couldn't even come because she was so busy with that collide-y thing, Rainbow didn't come because her team keeps her busy as well, and Fluttershy was so tired from the kennel that she was asleep by nine-thirty. Me and you just watched movies all night,” she said, finishing by throwing her hands into the air.

“Which was a ton of fun!” Sunset said, a slight laughter in her tone.

“Except we had to be quiet the entire time to let Fluttershy rest,” said Pinkie, crossing her arms and pouting.

Waving her hands, Sunset laughed and nodded. “Alright Pinkie, I give. Another movie night sounds fun, and we can even have it at my apartment so that there's no one to bother.”

“Awesome!” Pinkie yelled as she pumped an arm, then looked apologetically towards the counter. The pudgy woman behind it waved a hand at her, smiling absently as she worked with a customer.

“I'll bring the movies,” Pinkie said, stage whispering. “Yours are all… kind of the same.”

Sunset frowned. “So sue me, I like high fantasy.”

“Yeah, but those Dragonlance movies are awful,” Pinkie said, waving a hand through the air as though chasing away a bad scent.

Sunset raised her hand as though about to make a point, before shrugging and nodding. “As long as you don't only bring over horror movies again. I'm not the best with those, you know.”

Pinkie stared at her, suspiciously poker-faced.

Sunset narrowed her eyes at her friend.

Rolling her eyes, Pinkie whined, “But Sunny, you give the best hugs when you get scared!”

“You just like feeling me up,” Sunset accused, leveling a finger at Pinkie.

Blushing, Pinkie looked away and muttered something to herself before saying, “Fine, I'll bring over some movies that aren't scary. But,” she said, pointing at Sunset, “I'm bringing over at least one. Deal?”

Sunset pretended to think about it, before sticking out her hand. “Deal, I guess. Nothing too gory, though?”

“No promises,” Pinkie said, sliding her hand into Sunset's with a grin.

Both girls shivered as static discharged between their palms, and they quickly let go. After a minute of sitting awkwardly and staring at each other, Pinkie bugged her eyes out and stuck out her tongue, and both girls dissolved into giggles.

“Alright, on that note, I think I'll head home and clean up a bit.” Sunset stood and grabbed her phone off of the table, sliding it into a pocket. “See you there in an hour?”

Pinkie saluted her from the table, before hopping up and giving Sunset a quick hug as she ran into the back of the shop. Before she could walk out the door, Sunset was passed by a Pinkie now wielding a jacket against the cool night air and a large purse. She had enough time to walk to the door before she saw Pinkie's green hatchback, cautiously exiting onto the road.

Sunset almost laughed, remembering the first terrifying moment she'd gotten into a car with Pinkie, only to learn she was nearly as careful a driver as Fluttershy.

Looking at her sleek black bike, Sunset grinned as she thought, Much more my speed.

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Fluffing her wet hair, Sunset tossed her towel over the curtain rod and wiped the fog from the mirror, snagging a nearby toothbrush out of a cup and looking at it for a moment.

There's no way she's not bringing snacks, Sunset thought as she replaced it and walked out of the bathroom, stark naked, and headed down the hallway into her laundry room. A set of rapid-fire knocks on the door made her jump, and her eyes scrambled to the clock on the mantle.

“One second Pinkie!” she called as she tore through her kitchen and into the little laundry nook, pulling a set of clean, pinkish pajama pants from the drier and pulling them on without looking at them. Grabbing the silky shirt, she pulled it on and buttoned it up while she jogged to the door. Leaving only the top button undone, she pulled the door wide and smiled at her friend.

“I see we meet again, Sunset's nipples,” Pinkie said, her face crimson but grinning widely. She was already wearing a set of her own pajamas, a green t-shirt with white and green spotted pants that maybe hugged her hips too well.

Sighing, Sunset turned around and waved her friend in while she marched back to the dryer, grabbing a thinly padded bra and pulling her shirt off. She kept her back to the doorway as she tugged the cloth over her shoulders, then clasped it behind her back.

She slipped the shirt back on to see Pinkie in the kitchen, still blushing, but now putting several bags on the counters.

“Like you've never seen them out in the open, Pinkie,” Sunset snorted, giggling when Pinkie dropped the box of cookies she was unpacking. “Everyone remembers that first sleepover.”

“Including Big Mac,” Pinkie giggled, leaning over and picking up the cookie box off the floor. “Never seen him looking as red as we did then.”

“His fault for running in on a room of shouting women,” she said, smiling grimly at the memory. “Couldn't look any of us in the eyes for the next three weeks, remember?”

“At least you were only topless at the time,” Pinkie pointed out, pulling out and shuffling the rest of their snacks on the counter. “There we go. Can I interest you in,” Pinkie took a breath, “cookies, brownies, cake, bonbons, truffles, cake pops, chocolate cherries, chocolate covered strawberries, chips, cheese-”

Laughing, Sunset snagged a personal-sized bag of chips and a soda. “I think I'll just grab stuff as I want it, Pinks. Thanks though,” she said, lightly hip-checking the other girl. “C'mon though, we're wasting time. Where's the movie bag?”

Pinkie looked around the counter, then frowned as she started lifting boxes.

Sunset tried to hide a slight smile as Pinkie started going through the clothes she'd brought. “Pinkie, did you get so excited about the snacks that you forgot the movies?”

“…Maaaaaaaaybeeeeeee...”

Sighing, Pinkie pulled a small laptop out of the same backpack that currently had clothes spilling out the top of it. “I brought this, at least. Netflix?”

Sunset snorted and raised an eyebrow. “Pinkie Pie, everyone knows Netflix is for 'chilling',” she said, raising a hand to add the quotation marks. “I know you're into girls, but come on now.”

Blushing, Pinkie said, “I'm into guys too! And I've got… Hulu too...” She looked down and away. “Maybe I could go grab something from a rental place...”

Frowning, Sunset put down her snacks and gently pulled Pinkie into a hug. “Whoa there Pinks, I was just teasing. Did I go too far again?”

Sniffling a little, Pinkie wrapped her arms around Sunset and nodded into her shoulder. They hugged for a few moments, before Pinkie pulled away and swatted at Sunset's shoulder.

“Meanie,” she said sulkily, wiping at her face with her hands until Sunset handed her a napkin.

“I know. Sorry,” Sunset said, reaching over and grabbing a box of treats and offering them. “Cheese plate?”

Pinkie gave Sunset a tiny glare, before giggling and shaking her head. “No thanks. Really though, I can go get the movies real quick, if you want?”

“Nah, Netflix works for me.” She wiggled her eyebrows and shook her hips a little. “And hell, maybe some chilling does too,” she teased, laughing as she turned and walked into the living room.

“You're cruel!” Pinkie called from the kitchen.

“Nice enough to not care if you look at my chest!” she called back, giggling when she heard something hard hit the floor with a small curse. “There's more soda cans in the fridge!”

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Sunset pulled out the bed in the sofa and moved her little coffee table in front of it, setting up an area for the girls lay out and stare at the tiny laptop screen. She even set up some sheets on the bed, to add to the coziness of the room.

Tossing her empty chips bag aside, Sunset flopped down and snagged a pillow to press under her chin as she lay flat on the bed. Frowning, she pressed closer in to Pinkie as she tried to get a better view of the show. “So, this guys has super powers because some dude stuck him in a tank and electrocuted him?”

Pinkie didn't answer for a moment, and Sunset looked over to see her blushing and staring at the screen pointedly.

“Pinkie, what's up?” Sunset asked, gently nudging her friend with an elbow. “You've been weird and red since I answered the door. I tease you girls with my boobs all the time, what's different now?”

Pinkie sighed, reaching forward and tapping the computer, pausing the show and pulling up some quiet music.

“It's just kind of awkward because it's only us two,” she started, hesitantly. “Usually the other girls are here, making fun of you back. But,” she paused, looking away, “I'm physically attracted to you, Sunset. It's awkward because you're hot, and I don't know what to do with myself when I can't stop thinking about your body.”

Sunset laid there while her head spun, frowning as she thought. “You like me?”

“Well, I like all of the girls, to some extent,” Pinkie admitted. “I've got a lot of tastes, ya know? But one on one, you're the only one teasing me like before. I think Rainbow flirts with me sometimes, but she sorta flirts with anything breathing and it feels mostly playful. Your teasing though...”

She shuddered lightly, reddening again. “Your teasing is smoky sometimes, always kinda sultry, and it feels like you mean it much more than Rainbow does.”

Pinkie sighed, standing up and going over to her backpack. “I've gotta go to the bathroom real quick. Feel free to watch some more of that show if you like it.”

Sunset nodded absently, thinking about the possible things Pinkie could be doing before shaking her head and returning her attention to the show.

Pinkie came out of the bathroom half a minute later, her face slightly damp and her hair pulled back with a scrunchie. She seemed to have calmed down a bit, and laid casually on the bed. Carefully, she pressed her side against Sunset's, and resumed watching the tiny laptop.

They laid there in silence for the rest of the episode. Unable to hold her question in, Sunset spoke up during the next opening credits.

“Pinkie, how much do you like me, exactly?”

Pinkie shrugged, before slowly inching closer into Sunset. Leaning to the side, she carefully moved the girl's vibrant hair to the side and leaned forward, planting her soft lips on Sunset's jawline and leaving there a long, carefully lingering kiss.

Sunset melted into the soft feeling, her head dropping gently to the pillow and a hand coming up to cup Pinkie's head as the baker nibbled gently on the skin before pulling away.

“About three million times that much,” Pinkie said, a bit breathless. Her eyes were shining and her cheeks were red, but Sunset could see just a little bit of fear in her expression as well.

“I've never had anyone like me that much before,” she said, before she raised her head to carefully brush her lips over Pinkie's. “That sounds like an awful lot to show with just one kiss.”

“I could have more than one ready,” Pinkie admitted, looking carefully into Sunset's eyes.

Instead of answering, Sunset gently pulled Pinkie's face down, bringing their lips together. Sunset opened her lips just enough to pull Pinkie's lower lip between them, and Pinkie moaned as Sunset lightly ran her tongue over the soft skin.

Sucking gently, Sunset released Pinkie and smiled up at her. “You don't have to be afraid of me, Pinkie Pie. I'm enjoying myself, and I'll let you know the moment that stops, if it does. Okay?”

Pinkie licked her lips, staring down at Sunset before one of her hands came up, gently fondling her left breast. Sunset smiled and moaned, surprised and electrified by the sensation of Pinkie's palm on her nipple. Pinkie gently squeezed, and Sunset's back pulled away from the bed as her hands reached up and grabbed Pinkie's arm, pulling it closer to her torso.

“You've no idea how long I've wanted these, Sunset,” Pinkie muttered, moving to straddle the girl. Her other hand moved to Sunset's chest, and she arched to give Pinkie everything of her C cups. “How long I've wanted you.” She reached up with her free hand, pulling the scrunchie out and shaking her head lightly back and forth, glancing down at Sunset.

Sunset shivered, reaching up and gently lifting Pinkie's much more generous breasts. Giving an experimental squeeze, Sunset was rewarded by a delightful looking shudder down Pinkie's back and a redder blush, as well as a temporarily firmer grasp on her own breasts.

“Hey, wait a moment,” Sunset said, lifting the top half of her body. Wiggling her arms behind her, she unclasped the band to her bra. Pulling the straps down off her shoulders, she slipped the entire thing off and tossed it towards the kitchen and her laundry room.

“Alright, go for it,” she encouraged, looking up at Pinkie.

Pinkie stared down at Sunset, eyes wide. Slowly, she ran her hands over Sunset's shirt, dragging her fingers enough to pull the button-up over Sunset's navel. Pausing at the bottom of Sunset's curves, Pinkie swept her hands to the sides of Sunset's breasts and gently pushed them together, kneading the of the mounds slowly.

Sunset hummed at the attention, moaning quietly when Pinkie reached her nipples again. She slipped her hands underneath Pinkie's t-shirt, slowly pulling it up and moving her hands over Pinkie's stomach, pinching a roll of the flesh there gently and grinning up at Pinkie.

Pinkie stuck her tongue out at Sunset before sticking her thumbs out, pushing harder into Sunset's chest as the digits sought out her nipples, currently standing out and tenting her shirt.

Sunset gasped as Pinkie let go of most of her chest, focusing on gently moving her fingers against the silky shirt and teasing the hard skin underneath. Slowly, Pinkie squeezed each one, pulling gently as she let go.

Sitting up, Sunset shivered as she pressed herself into Pinkie, wriggling to pull off the other girl's shirt.

Shivering as the cold air hit her back, Pinkie slowly lifted her arms and let Sunset remove the cloth, her arms jerking to cover her chest before falling to her side. She wore a thickly padded green bra, the white polka dots nearly the opposite of the discarded shirt. Sunset picked at the padding, raising an eyebrow.

“I get pokey at work sometimes,” Pinkie said, blushing hotter.

“Ah. Cooler?”

Pinkie nodded, before gasping as Sunset turned her bra inside out.

Two nipples nearly stared at her, the one on her left bare millimeters lower than the other. Sunset nodded approvingly, reaching out and running her hands over Pinkie's arms as she started kissing her collarbone, working her way down to the top of Pinkie's chest, before snaking her tongue out and slowly stroking it along Pinkie's right nipple.

Pinkie arched hard enough that Sunset had to put her arms around the girl to push her back into Sunset, and a long, drawn out, “Ooooh,” escaped from between her lips.

Raising her hands, Sunset began to fondle Pinkie's tits, squeezing and kneading them as she switched licking at their nipples, gently biting at the areola between long swipes of her tongue.

Pinkie moved her arms, taking the time to pull away her bra and throw it towards her backpack, before she cupped the back of Sunset's head and pulled her towards her chest as Pinkie fell backwards on the bed.

Sunset scrabbled to follow, turning her legs and crawling on top of the pudgy baker, leaving her hips to lay on top of Pinkie's groin.

Gently laying down on Pinkie's stomach, Sunset gathered Pinkie's mounds into a pile on top of her chest, bringing one to her mouth while the other had a hand placed on top of the areola and squeezed generously.

Pinkie moaned and writhed under Sunset, her own arms reaching down and pulling at Sunset's shirt.

Sunset moved to accept Pinkie's tugging, though not in the way she expected.

Slowly, Sunset knelt over Pinkie and started slowly undoing the buttons on her shirt, pulling the cloth away from the plastic until the button either unlaced itself or the stitching gave. Three buttons just popped off, each one flying across the room into corners or behind furniture.

Sunset made sure to give nothing away, and in the end she had the shirt hanging so that it just covered everything besides the valley of her breasts, from her collarbone down to her pajama pants.

Pinkie sat up, moving to hurriedly brush the shirt away, but Sunset grabbed her and pulled her close, having to lean down slightly to kiss her again, both mouths opening so that their tongues could hesitantly meet and brush against each other.

When Pinkie pulled away, she was met with an eyeful of bare skin, Sunset having pulled the cloth away during the kiss. Pinkie saw it pooled around Sunset's hips, and she playfully snagged it and threw it towards Sunset's kitchen. Afterwords though, she had nothing left to focus on but for Sunset's perky breasts, and she hesitantly reached out and took a handful of each one.

Sunset eagerly leaned into Pinkie's hands, her lips once again seeking out and finding the other girl's as her hands pressed Pinkie's against her.

Breaking apart, Sunset nibbled for a moment on Pinkie's neck, drawing a gasp from the girl. “Hold on a second,” Sunset said, standing up and walking quickly into her room. After a moment, she returned with a large-ish wooden box to find Pinkie completely nude.

Tossing the box on the bed, Sunset winked at Pinkie before turning around and slowly pulling her pants down, bending at the waist and wiggling a bit to show off her hips and ass, as well as a damp spot on her…

Sunset felt a small breeze on her warm slit, and realized belatedly that she was giving Pinkie a little more of a show than she'd intended. Mentally shrugging, she stepped out of her pants and spread her legs, just enough that she could swivel her head between her knees and wink up at the gobsmacked girl on the bed.

She started to straighten up when she heard Pinkie moving behind her, and felt two hands take hold of her ass and spread it. Leaning forward and catching herself on her hands, Sunset moaned as she felt a pair of thumbs stroke her lips, spreading her wider.

She shivered as Pinkie's tongue passed over one of her cheeks, before she stood up.

Turning around, she kissed Pinkie deeply before laying on the bed. She made sure to sit so that when she laid on the bed, both legs were spread on either side of Pinkie's hips.

She heard Pinkie muttering something, but before she could ask she felt a cold square on her back, and heard her small chest pop open.

“Woo, Sunset,” Pinkie breathed. “This is a nice collection. Kinda small, but nice nonetheless.”

“Quality over quantity,” Sunset said, twisting her head to look at Pinkie. “They're all clean, of course, so feel free to go wild.”

Sunset hummed to herself for a moment, listening to Pinkie rummage through the box before letting out a small gasp. A moment later, and a small moan from Pinkie, the box disappeared. Sunset wiggled her ass again, waiting for something to happen.

“Pinkie? What's-”

Pinkie reached up and snagged the pillow beside her, and a rough set of hands pulled Sunset's hips up and slid the pillow underneath. Sunset rocked her hips out and moaned as her entrance had something stroked along it, then buried her face into the pillow as something warm and plastic entered her.

Pinkie gently lowered herself into Sunset, their hips meeting ass the toy dipped further into each girl, Pinkie's muscles clamping it into place as the toy teased its way into Sunset's dripping slit.

Moaning, Sunset whispered, “Aah, the strapless one-”

Giggling, Pinkie shoved Sunset's head into the pillow, drawing back with the toy and pushing forward with her hips.

“You talk an awful lot for a girl I'm fucking right now,” Pinkie whispered into Sunset's ear, leaning her top half onto Sunset's back to do so. She hugged the girl and stroked into her again, both of them shuddering and moaning as the toy moved inside them.

Sunset shut her mouth, biting back the quip her mind threw out, and reached beneath her with a hand, moaning as she found her clit. Humping back into Pinkie, they both moaned as the toy did its job, Sunset pushing into the lush hips and thighs clamped together between her spread legs.

After maybe thirty seconds, Pinkie wormed her way under Sunset's torso and found her nipples, giving each of them a gentle, slow twist around the areola.

Sunset screamed into the pillow, her hips bucking back into the toy as she came.

Pinkie waited for Sunset to come down a bit, stroking her hair and kissing the back of her neck. After a few moments, she pulled the toy out of both of them and rolled off Sunset, laying as close as she could beside her and hugging her close.

“How'd you know to get the nipples?” Sunset asked, quivering a bit at the touch.

“You've got, like, three different kinds of clamps in there, Sunset,” Pinkie deadpanned, waving a free hand at the little box now resting on the arm of the couch.

Sunset giggled, her face too flushed to blush in embarrassment. “Your turn, right?”

“Please,” Pinkie said, nodding.

“Hope you don't mind doing more of the work,” Sunset said, taking the toy from Pinkie and spreading her legs to insert it again, this time taking in the bulbous half and tightening her thighs around the object with a long, quiet moan.

“You're sure? You seem a little sensitive…” Pinkie said, slowly stroking the wet phallus and making Sunset shudder.

“Pinkie,” she said slowly, “You talk an awful lot for a girl I'm supposed to be fucking.” She pointed at the toy with one hand, the other gesturing her to 'come on'.

Giggling, Pinkie raised herself and mounted Sunset, positioning herself over the toy. With a gentle sigh, she slid down its length, moaning as Sunset reached up to gently squeeze both of her breasts on the way down. Settling, she gave an experimental bounce, moaning along with Sunset as the couch-bed let out a single, quiet squeak.

Adjusting downwards, they found a place where the bed didn't squeak, moaning each time Sunset experimentally thrust up into Pinkie, until they found the perfect spot. Pinkie bounced with a small squelch, both of them squirming, and Sunset nodded.

Leaning forward, Pinkie ground her hips against Sunset's, making Sunset writhe even as she reached up and grabbed at Pinkie's tits. Pinkie, grinning, reached down and rested her own hands on Sunset's chest, squeezing every time she lifted her hips.

Sunset shivered as she started thrusting up, meeting Pinkie and grinding for a moment before the girl lifted her hips and started the cycle over again. Thrust, grind, lift.

Sunset lasted for another minute before came again, shuddering as Pinkie played softly with her breasts.

“Are you gonna come anytime soon?” Sunset panted.

“Oh, is that what we're waiting for?” Pinkie asked, surprise etching it's way on her face. “That was, like, five minutes ago, when I started hugging you. I thought we were just having fun now.”

Sunset stared, dumbstruck, up at the pink-haired woman. They were both covered in sweat, their hair plastered to their faces and bodies, both completely nude and more than a little wet at their waists. She burst out laughing, gently smacking at Pinkie's stomach.

“Why didn't you say something?” she asked.

“You didn't say anything either!” Pinkie said, leaning down and rubbing Sunset's nipples roughly.

Gasping, Sunset wrestled with Pinkie for a minute, the toy slipping out and getting lost among the sheets on the bed, before she was eventually pinned down by the baker's superior arm muscles. Taking her chance, Pinkie kissed Sunset, holding her arms to either side of her head as their breasts rubbed together, making both of them shudder.

Pulling away, Pinkie smiled down at Sunset. “I think I really like you, Sunset,” she admitted. “Like, like-like.”

Sunset frowned, doing her best to put on a 'Thinking' face. “Well, that was a ton of fun,” she said, grin sliding onto her face. “And you are basically my best friend.” She leaned up, catching Pinkie's lips again before falling back onto the couch.

“Wanna go out with me?” Sunset asked, grinning.

“I think I'd love to,” Pinkie said, sniffling as she leaned over and wrapped her arms around Sunset, who returned the gesture eagerly.